Almost Caught! - Romance -
How far would YOU go to avoid getting caught?
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To what lengths would YOU go to avoid getting caught?
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I had mixed feelings about coming home for the summer. I was already in hot water for blowing the first semester grades with too much partying. Four A's and a B in the second semester were all that kept me alive.
Dad wanted me to work for him for the summer, Mom was all for me doing an online repeat of one of my 'C's from the first semester. I wanted to hang out and take it easy, maybe go to the beach for a couple of weeks, head up to the lake to visit my new college girlfriend (woohoo!) when she and her school friends (WOOHOO!) got the use of it.
I was mainly looking forward to seeing my old high-school gang. I was the only one going out of state, in this case to Rutgers, Dad's alma mater. Why I needed an MBA to take over the family business was a question I didn't even bother to debate.
In the end I was willing to work out a compromise. Working with Dad at his AC repair company paid well, and got me out of hot water, but it put me in 125 degree attics day after day. I had hated it in high-school, and hated it even more now. I'd also be spending half the summer retaking the course online. Some compromise, huh? At least I was going to be allowed to go to the beach some weekends, and to have one week off to hit the lake with my college friends.
That first week back from college was deadly. I'd forgotten just how hot it got up in those attics. Words can't do it justice. And the beginning of summer was our busiest time. I almost wished I could take the evening shift - we provide 24 hour emergency service, seven days a week, at a price. The evening shift was cooler, and paid better, but the regular guys got the good runs. The summer temp help, even if he was the son of one of the owners, got the crap jobs.
I'd been able to spend very little time with Rory and Jan, my two closest friends. Together for as long as I can remember, all my best memories somehow or other involved those two. Jan lived directly behind us, and Rory lived across the street at the end of the block. Crossing that street to hang out with the coolest kid in first grade got me one of the first beatings I remember, but it couldn't stop me. After about two weeks of punishment, the parents finally gave in and gave me the run of the block. We'd been pretty inseparable ever since. And it had been the first real glimpse of a stubborn streak in me, that was both bane and boon.
The fence between my yard and Jan's had a gap in it we'd carefully tended since second grade, and I was still as happy to see my buddy appear out of the bushes as I was when we first created that opening. Jan was my best friend and confidant, the first to know all of my secret crushes, and failed attempts at becoming cooler and more popular, especially with the likes of 'it' girl Cindy Pepson and queen cheerleader Nanette Quinlan. We'd played doctor and learned about the difference between boys and girls in her bedroom, as young kids, and even more as middle schoolers. She'd been my first kiss, and we'd even practiced for the real thing, pretending what it would be like with a real boyfriend / girlfriend someday. After middle school she'd been my adviser, and fall back 'partner' when we couldn't get dates to the prom or the Valentine's day dance. What we had now was a purely platonic relationship, although on occasion I'd thought about pushing the envelope, and she'd appeared, to my chagrin, in more than a few of my fantasies.
I knew nothing would ever come of it. She was too important to me to risk our friendship, no matter how tempting the thought was. And late at night, with the lights off, when my hard cock's only companion was my hand, it was VERY tempting.
I got home from the last service call a total wreck. My day started at 7:00 am, and ended when the final customer was service, often after 6:00 pm. Yet today, I was pulling into the driveway by 2:30. I was a little surprised that Dad let me take off early on a week day. Business must have been a little slow. Or maybe he understood how hard that first week of 10 hour, 120 degree days, was for me. I didn't know how I was going to survive a summer of that torture.
Walking in the house, Rory was in the kitchen talking to Mom about his school year, and his 4.0 GPA, making me look bad. The bastard. Everything came so easy for him. I was a little surprised he'd decided to stay local to go to school. I mean, sure, SMU is a great school and all, but he could have gone everywhere.
Jan, on the other was doing her first two years at the Community College. Her family didn't have a lot of money, and it seemed a good way to get her grades up and save a few bucks.
I took a quick shower, to clean up and cool off, but 10 minutes later I was still burning up. It was 102 degrees outside, another typical north Texas day. Mark and I headed to the backyard porch with our beers, Mom was pretty liberal about that stuff, and a sandwich which I didn't really have an appetite for.
Rory was giving me a hard time about working all summer. No chance to head down to San Marcos for some tubing, or Galveston for some beach fun. Not for me. Oh no, I would be sweating my balls off in some stranger's attic 10 hours a day for $15 bucks an hour. Everyone else got $30. Being the owner's son wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
He was grilling me about my new college girlfriend, Jessica, and wanted all the intimate details.
"Got any pictures?" he asked.
I pulled out my wallet, and showed him her photo. She was pretty, and I was proud of it. We'd been together for almost 8 weeks, and the night before I left, we'd finally done it. Almost 19 years old and I was no longer a virgin.
"Fuck that," he said tossing it back. "Got any good pictures? You know, showing a little, hell, a lot more?"
I reached behind the first picture, pulling out a winner. Jessica looked great, posing in a lacy black bra, skin-tight black shorts, and a fedora tilted back and showing her pretty face and long brown hair. We'd been practicing taking 'glamorous' shots, and this one was the best.
"Pictures of who?" I heard Jan's voice, just moments before she appeared through the hedge.
"His college sweetie. She puts out." Rory practically yelled.
"Shh! Cool it Rory, my Mom is in the kitchen," I reminded him.
He just laughed, taking the wallet from me and looking her over. "Better. Now where's the good stuff?"
"Well it's about fucking time!" Jan laughed, stealing my beer. She was in jean shorts and a bikini top that she had probably worn when she was in 6th grade. She wasn't much bigger on top now than she was then. She was cute, don't get me wrong, and looked great in shorts, but as far as tits go, she really got the short end of the stick. We didn't tease her about it much, she was pretty sensitive about it. It only came up when we were really fighting, which was about ever other month. Sometimes I was still surprised that the three of us had remained such good friends all this time. She had a temper that was absolutely volcanic, and Rory was a horrible tease, and an obnoxious flirt. Of course it was up to me to resolve all major issues, the glue that kept this trio together.
Rory, with the athlete's body, big brain, and natural good looks. Me, the lanky (I prefer that to skinny) computer geek who was always an outsider, and Jan, the real trouble maker, who'd been suspended three times in High School alone, always the rebel, never afraid to take a stand no matter how ill considered or stupid. Her short, bright pink hair was an homage to her uniqueness. And yet, as odd a match as imaginable, there we were.
Jan took the wallet from me and looked over my freshman conquest. "Not bad, Derek my man. Who'd have thought you had it in you? Or had it in her? You're coming up in the world." She laughed, passing me back my photos.
"I'd say coming anywhere other than a sweat sock is up for this guy," Rory teased.
"Really? And how about you? Doing any better?" I asked him.
I should have left it alone. He pulled out his iPhone, entered a password, and passed it to me. He must have had a hundred pictures in there of himself with at least five different girls in numerous poses, all naked, and more often than not attached to his nether appendage. The bastard. He'd done Ok in high-school, usually had a girlfriend, and was the first to lose his virginity as a sophomore. He rubbed that in our faces for years. But this? This was ridiculous.
Jan leaned over my shoulder while I breezed through the pics. Apparently I was going to fast for her - she grabbed the phone from me, and took control of the picture display. "God, the sluts at SMU must really be desperate. I hope you've been getting regular checkups. I can see you don't have the good sense to use protection. Hell, I think I saw this skank on Real Sex the other night. And that blonde, what's she, an old folk's home escapee?"
He leaned over and looked. "Naw, that's Tina, the blonde in the other picture's Mom. Man, she was hot to trot."
"You are such a fucking liar, Ror," Jan told him.
"Keep looking."
Sure enough, a few pictures later, the older blonde was standing side by side with her daughter, smiling for the camera. The resemblance was undeniable. "You're a real piece, aren't you." Jan finally admitted, shaking her head.
"You're welcome to find out anytime," Rory told her. "Always time in my busy schedule for old friends."
"You wish, you sicko. I'd never let you put that thing in me. I KNOW where it's been."
The two of them were at each other all the time. I was kind of surprised they'd never gotten together. Jan and I, on the other hand, didn't have the same kind of relationship. Ours was a lot closer, but not nearly as teasing or open about things sexual, not since we'd been able to do something about it. I think we knew just a little too much about each other's love life, or lack thereof. I was looking forward to getting together, just the two of us, and catching up on the long year we'd spent apart.
"What are we doing out here, melting in this sun? Why don't we hit the pool?"
The community pool was only about 4 blocks away. When we were younger we'd spent most of our summers there.
"I was by there earlier. You couldn't find enough open water to get your toes wet. Every brat in the area is there with their mommies and nannies.
"All those MILFs? I'm surprised you didn't stay," Jan said.
"Yeah. Me too. I hate to say it but I've missed you guys. Even your skinny ass."
"I knew it. We're here ten minutes, and you're already fixated on my outrageous body, perv." She did a slow pirouette for us, arms raised high, teasing as always. She might have been skinny, but her ass was the exception. It belonged on a girl about half again her size. Bodacious.
We talking about hitting the mall, or maybe even catching a movie, at least it would be cool in the theater, but I think we all just wanted to spend some time together. Like the old days.
"Let's hit old man Wilson's pool," Jan finally suggested.
"Shit, Jan. I was grounded for two weeks last time we pulled that stunt. The guy has no sense of humor." I reminded her. The Wilson's were two doors down from her place, and you could get there by sneaking behind their neighbor's fence. The Wilson's had a huge yard, built for entertaining, with a long gorgeous pool, a patio, and even a hot tub. And it was always empty. Always. They never used it. It was a frigging shame.
"It's not even 3 o'clock yet. They won't be home for hours. What they don't know won't hurt them." She stood up and headed for the back-line. "I'm going. Who's gonna join me?"
As usual, it was hard to say no to Jan. She would go without us, and berate us for days for being cowards. Always the wild one. And it seemed that I was the one always paying the price. Rory could talk his way out of anything, and Jan's parents pretty much had given up trying to control her. Me? I was the one with the parents who still thought I wasn't too old for a whipping, or for being grounded. Already in trouble to boot.
And yet, there I was, following in Rory's footsteps, head bent low, sliding between the hedge and the fence, until we were standing next to Jan, peeking into the Wilson's yard.
"Coast is clear. I told you so. Damn, that water looks good." She hopped the fence, and sprinted 20 yards or so into the shade of the gazebo.
The yard was nice, but kind of weird. The Wilson kids had been years ahead of us, and I don't even remember what they looked like. Yet the yard was still set up for young kids, with a swing-set, a trampoline, and an honest-to-God playhouse that had seen better days. The back yard was huge, but the pool was right up by the house. You had to cross about 30 yards of open space to get to it, and I always felt like someone was watching from one of the upstairs windows.
It took us less than a minute to strip down to our underwear, and sneak into the pool. Even knowing the house was empty, we still kept it down, not wanting to alert the neighbors to our trespassing.
Rory had a pair of loose boxers that could have been a swim suit. Jan, on the other hand, wore a pair of small pink cotton panties that barely covered half her ass. I was wearing the usual. Dammit.
"Aww, Derek, still rocking the tighty-whities I see. And you still managed to score in college. The Rutger's girls must really be hard up." Jan teased.
"I wasn't planning on going swimming," I reminded her, splashing her.
We were horse-playing, splashing around, and mostly just hanging out, recalling some of our high-school shenanigans.
"Remember when we went skinny dipping here? Right before graduation?" Jan asked.
"Remember? Three in the morning, and the police cars show up out front. Damn old man Wilson. I lost my shorts and my Aerosmith t-shirt that night. I really loved that shirt." Rory recalled.
"I almost got caught sneaking in the house naked," I reminded them. "If I hadn't ducked into the laundry room I would probably have been grounded all summer, instead of just two weeks.
"Let's do it again." Jan suggested.
"Skinny dipping? Now? In the day-time?" was the best reply I could muster.
"Sure, why not?" She reached down below the surface of the water, coming up with her wet panties. She waved them above her head, and tossed them to the side of the pool. "C'mon, the big college boys aren't shy, are they?" She reached behind her and pulled off her top, exposing her small boobs capped with large swollen nipples which seemed completely out of place on her. The nipples and aureole, the way they were now, nearly doubled the size of her tiny knockers. I'd never seen them in that state - I'm sure I'd have remembered. Not that I was complaining. Not by a long shot.
Rory was always up to her challenges, and tossed his boxers onto the diving board. "Up to you, Derek."
I was nervous. I'll admit it. The first time, I'd been drunk, it had been late, and it was pitch black outside. This was in the middle of the day, and I was way too sober. It would be bad enough getting caught, but getting caught naked?
"Stop thinking about it D, and just do it," Jan griped, exasperated.
I reached down and pulled off my underwear, tossing it just beyond where her clothes lay. I stayed apart from the other two, and contemplated turning to face the pool wall, at least for a while. I was getting hard, and if they noticed I'd never hear the end of it.
Jan went for a dive underwater, swimming between us, reaching out and poking us both in the butt. She came up sputtering. "Jesus, Rory. What's got you all hard and horny?"
He just smiled at her, not the least bit ashamed. "What do you think? You're looking pretty good there, girl. Naked suits you."
She blushed, for once at a loss for words, and took another dive, coming up right in front of me. "Wow, D, nice one. Looks like you're enjoying the view too." She bounced up in the water, bringing her tits above the waterline, giving me another look at those oversized nipples,l easily within reach.
I didn't know what to say. She was pretty as could be, naked as the day she was born, and leaning against the wall about half an inch beyond my achingly hard cock. If I had the balls to try it, I could be inside of her in seconds. Hell, if Rory was standing where I was, I bet he'd give it a shot.
Whatever I was going to say, would have had to wait. Suddenly, the speakers beside the pool starting blaring music, and we knew our collective gooses were cooked.
"Shit," Rory swore, and took off for the end of the pool to collect his underwear off the diving board, while Jan and I scrambled like mad out of the pool making a run for our underthings. Looking back, I could already see the screen door opening. We were done for.
The kid's playhouse was about 5 feet away, and I made a dash for it. I squeezed through the minuscule door into a tiny space, maybe three feet all around. I was just turning sideways, when Jan's face came in through the door. "Move!" she hissed.
"Where?" I whispered, turning as best as I could and getting my head up into the raised space in the back. It was a lousy position, all cramped and I couldn't see anything but the roof.
Jan wasn't to be stopped. I felt her crawl on top of me, knees, elbows and hips poking me hard. It only took her a few seconds to squeeze in there. If I bent my head down and sideways, I could just see her back. She was sitting on my thigh, and looked to be, if possible, even more uncomfortable then I was.
"I think we got away with it," she whispered very softly, easing the door closed behind her.
It was hot in there. In more ways than one. "Who is it?" I asked.
"I think it's their daughter, Denise, and some guy, maybe a husband?" she answered. "He's in the pool and she's sunning herself, nude."
"Really?" Then I realized what that meant. "Shit. We may be in here a while," I groused.
"It's an adventure," she reminded me. "Just be patient."
I tried to be good and held my position for a few minutes. I was afraid to move, afraid of poking her with my hard-on, or touching her in places that I shouldn't. I didn't want her to think I was trying anything. But the ache in my legs and back were building up to be almost unbearable, and I was starting to get a cramp. "I've gotta move."
"Go slow," she whispered. "And don't move forward or I won't be a virgin anymore."
I giggled. "Right, you a virgin. I thought Bobby took care of that senior year?"
"I'm still a virgin in that hole," she said. Suddenly I felt her ass rubbing against my still hard rod. "So be careful." I felt her weight lift up off of me, allowing me some room to adjust.
I managed to move sideways a bit, and pull my head out of the awkward opening above. I could now see that she was curled up almost in a ball, her back arched, her naked ass pointed right at me. She was balanced on her toes and fingertips. The view was mesmerizing. "Hurry and get comfortable. I can't stay like this forever," she reminded me.
What I wanted, more than anything else right then, was too dirty for words. In our current situation, I'd have had to be a contortionist. Oh well.
I turned a bit, and slid one leg over her back. I shifted and put my back against the rear wall, spreading my legs and bending my knees. My head was pressed against the ceiling, and I had to slide my hips forward about a foot just to fit. I was wedged in good and tight, but I was resting against the three walls, and my feet were pressed against the fourth. I was moving slowly, distracted by the smooth, sexy ass about a foot away from my face. This was a better view of a girl's privates then I'd ever seen in my life. Jessica liked the dark.
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Looking down, I realized my stiff cock was only about an inch away from her pink little girl parts. Smooth and moist, not all that different from what I'd first seen all those years ago, hiding under her covers. All I had to do was grab her hips and pull her back. That was all. I might as well have tried to climb Everest barefoot, for all the likelihood of that happening.
"I don't suppose you could convince that thing to do down, could you? It's taking up half the space in here." Jan whispered.
"With a view like this? Not in this lifetime. I'll probably be hard until August." I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. I sounded like Rory.
I almost died when she reached behind her and took my hard rod in her hand. She bent it forward, and sat on me just behind it. When she released it, I could feel it pressing against her. My imagination ran wild.
She slowly unfolded, moving my legs at will, wrapping hers around them, and sitting back. She was laying against my chest, her head beside mine at an angle. "Damn, I almost cramped up. My thighs are killing me."
Always the gentleman, I reached forward and started rubbing the backs of her legs, from just behind her knees, all the way down to her delightful butt. Damn, it felt good on my end.
She turned to look at me, but didn't say a word. There was a slight smile on her lips that I wanted to erase it with my own daring lips. I wanted to press my mouth against hers, feel her lips open up, her tongue twining with mine. That's what I wanted to do. Instead, I smiled back, and held her, my hands already daring far more than I would ever have dreamt of, squeezing the back of her thighs, almost at her butt, my fingertips just inches away from her warm, dark secrets.
Our bodies were already sweating profusely from being in the dark, cramped space. The threadbare carpet underneath us was rough, and smelled of decay. The cramped hot space reminded be of being in that attic all day, and had me second thinking my job just for a second, before I came back to reality, and the glorious present, with my naked best friend laying on me, her entire spectacular nudity on display. I'd suffer the heat.
Her eyes slid past mine and peeked out the window next to us. "Oh my God, we might be here a while."
I looked out to see that the woman, Denise if our guess was right, was giving the lucky guy a blow-job. She was in the water, and he was seated on the side of the pool, maybe 20 feet away. They were turned sideways to us, and I could clearly see his rod disappearing in her willing mouth. The lucky bastard.
We both watched them for several minutes. I was getting hornier by the moment. My hands were still massaging Jan's long slim legs, but I'd moved to the inside of her thigh's without even realizing it. She was breathing hard.
"Shh," I whispered, almost in her ear.
She started to turn a little and almost slid off my lap. I reached for her sides, holding her still, and left my hands where they'd landed, one of them half covering her breast, my fingertip just barely brushing her hard nipple. She adjusted just a bit, and settled back. She was soaked in sweat, as was I, and our bodies were slippery against each other. I could feel the sweat rolling down my chest, pooling against her back. The aching in my stiff cock was unbearably distracting.
"Sorry," she whispered so softly I had to lean even closer to hear. "This is a precarious position."
"I don't mind, get comfortable," I told her generously.
"Comfortable? I'd be happy with pain-free."
While we watched the extended blow-job, and I have to say, the guy had stamina, my hands moved in and found her breasts. I was in heaven.
"Geez, Derek. Here?" she asked softly, but twisted against my hands, her slippery butt, sliding lower, pressing my hard-on against her.
I squeezed her breasts, pulling her tight against my body. My head was in the crux of her neck, and I tasted her skin. My hands had a mind of their own, capturing her hard nipples, pulling and squeezing.
"God, look at that," she gasped, still staring out the window, while my hands had free reign.
I turned and looked out our little cross-hatched window. The mystery couple had switched places and the man's head was between her legs. She leaned back on her arms, eyes closed, big breasts rising and falling with her deep breaths.
"Now those are some tits," Jan said softly, resentfully.
"No thanks," I whispered, kissing her moist neck, tasting her saltiness. "I'll take these over those fake things any day."
She twisted and looked into my eyes. "Oh really?"
"Absolutely," I said. Still fearing rejection, I hesitantly leaned forward and kissed her. She parted her lips and her tongue brushed my teeth, making my aching hard-on twitch. Sweet Jesus! I was kissing her!
She pulled away slowly, with a big smile. "Careful down there; I felt that."
She leaned back against me, my hands still playing with her adorable little titties, tugging on those amazing nipples which were hard and had swollen to take up two thirds of her breasts. She sighed and we watched the action outside together.
"That's making me so damn horny," Jan confessed when our lady friend screamed out her first huge orgasm.
"You?" I laughed, catching myself from being too loud. "I'm rocking a twenty minute hard-on, and the sexiest girl I've ever known is naked in my lap. I swear I'm about to explode."
"Poor baby." Her hand reached down between her legs, and I felt her fingers slowly stroke me. "I don't recall this guy being so big."
"I guess things have changed a bit since 7th grade." I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel of her hand.
"Shit, I wish I'd known. I'm sure I could've gotten you laid with this thing. You've been keeping secrets."
"Not from you," I reminded her. "Never."
Her motion changed and she caressed my cockhead. "I know. No secrets between us, ever."
I squeezed her, kissing her neck. "Speaking of secrets, when did you start shaving down there? I was hoping to see if your hair was pink all over."
That earned me a sharp elbow in the ribs. I figured it was worth it.
I moved one of my hands off of her breast, and slid it down her slender belly, reaching down and touching her moist folds. I loved the feel of her fat pussy lips, and rubbed her. My middle finger slowly entered her folds, feeling the moist heat of her insides.
"God, you're being bad, D," she murmured, rubbing her hand across my throbbing cock. "Look, there they go."
I peeked, and saw the couple walking to the nearest lounge chair, not much more than a dozen feet away. The man sat down, his hard cock standing straight up. The lady leaned over and sucked him, then straddled the chair and sat down on his rod. She slowly sank down, squeezing her big breasts. His hands reached up and joined hers, manhandling those massive tits, while she started to move up and down.
The scenario made me braver than I would ever have thought possible. I pulled my fingers out, pulled my cock back toward her, and slowly pushed the head into her sopping slit.
"Not now, Derek. Not like this," she said softly.
I wasn't to be denied, not now. Not with her naked in my lap. "I have to," I confessed. I wriggled my hips, pushing up, my hand guiding me deeper into her, until I had at least half of it inside of her. Her tightness was almost unbearable, and I had to concentrate not to explode inside of her immediately.
"Derek, please. We can't," she murmured, but didn't do anything to stop me.
"Just this, Ok?" I asked her, closing my eyes and savoring the feeling of being inside of her. Ignoring my own words, I nudged further into her.
"Damn it, D. Stop and think what you're doing," she groaned, leaning back and closing her eyes. "It's me, Jan."
"I've thought about it for years, Jan." My stubborn streak was kicking in, and after going this far, there was no way I was going to stop. I pulled her up my body, pulling part way out, then slid her back down my sweaty torso, sinking back inside of her.
"Gentle," she moaned. "You're bigger than my boys and my toys." She arched her back pushing down on her hips, and I slid in even deeper. Incredible. I was inside my best friend, and loving every moment of it.
I reached down with my hands and grabbed her soft butt cheeks, my hands slipping until I got a nice good grip on her ass. I lifted her up, getting a little space between us. It allowed just enough maneuvering room for me to thrust up into her. Up and down, deeper and deeper, taking this steaming hot girl. My very best friend. The little girl I'd walked to elementary school with every day. The girl who'd given me my first kiss. The girl who'd shown me the difference between boys and girls, under the covers with a flashlight, uncovering one of the great mysteries of life. The girl who helped me drown my misery in half a pepperoni pizza and a double chocolate shake, after Cindy shot me down in flames, laughing at me, embarrassing me in front of everybody that I thought mattered back when. The girl who shared all her dreams and fantasies with me.
Fuck fantasies. This was sooo much better.
The effort on my arms was more than I could sustain, and just when I thought I'd have to lower her, her slippery butt slipped out of my hands, dropping her down, impaling her. She surprised me by leaning forward, bending almost in two, and grabbing my ankles. She pulled her feet in closer, forcing my legs together. Jan, sweet Jan, lifted her hips up, then slammed them down onto me, taking me completely in one stunning move. When she lifted her hips again, I could see her sweat slick ass perfectly, and watched my rod disappear into her as she started fucking me, her hips rising and falling, taking my entire length over and over. The sight of it was mind-blowing.
The sweat poured off of my forehead, and I grabbed the only cloth available, her tiny panties, and wiped my face. The smell of chlorine and her own musky scent hit me like a Mike Tyson uppercut, and I inhaled deeply, stunned, laying her soaked panties on my chest.
I suddenly realized, she'd never even tried to put them back on. The teasing hussy!
I pressed back against the rear wall, lifting her up by her full ass, and thrusting against her as she came back down. I was afraid I was going to push through the rear wall of the old playhouse, bringing the old building down on us.
The whole thing was too much for me, and I felt the tension in my nuts. "I have to come," I warned her.
"Do it. Come for me," she hissed, her pale cheeks bouncing up and down with abandon. I grabbed her hips and pushed up into her, coming hard, painfully so. It wouldn't stop; I just kept shooting into her, for what seemed like ages. Even when I thought I was done, with a push from my hips I exploded into her again. And again. Finally I released her, massaging her where I'd been squeezing, trying to erase the red marks I'd left on her fair skin, and she sat down and back, collapsing on me.
"Wow," she murmured. "That was unexpected."
We both giggled at that, while I caressed her long slender body.
I was still inside her, and I reached around and started playing with her pussy, stroking it, rubbing it, pressing down on her clit, waiting for her to stop me. Waiting in vain.
I found a motion she seemed to like, two fingers in her pussy, pushing in above my cock, which was staying semi-hard. My other hand was rubbing her clit in little circles that had her whimpering. It sounded so sexy, I was going to do whatever I could to get her off. I kept up the same steady motion, rubbing her clit, and fingering the inside of her, while my cock started to harden. It took a few minutes, but I was learning her body, enjoying the hard won knowledge. I nudged my hips back and forth, moving just a little inside of her tightness. Her hands reached back and gripped my sides, painfully, her nails digging in, and I saw her bite her lip and grunt. I could feel her pussy tensing around my fingers, as she came for me. It was beautiful, and too damn hot for words.
Yeah. I did that. I made the wild thing come for me. For once, I really felt like a man.
She turned and clung to me, kissing me, her tongue exploring my mouth. I was hard as a rock, and was almost willing to go outside and face the music, just to have enough room to fuck my lifelong friend with complete abandon.
It took some work, but I managed to bend her over, and leaning one way, then the other, positioned my legs outside of hers. It felt like I was getting a back full of splinters as I pushed against the roof and got over her, on my knees, my chest to her back. Reaching between us blind, I pushed and probed, wringing a few giggles from her, which turned into a huge sigh when I finally found her opening and slid into her. I fucked her like it was my mission in life, plowing into her fiercely, bouncing her head off the far wall.
"Easy, D. I don't want to go home with a concussion," she warned.
The music from the speakers was still going, and I could hear the faint strains of Dire Straits, Brothers in Arms, setting a rhythm for me. I slowed down and found a comfortable pace, as comfortable as was possible in our predicament. It was so right, so natural to envelope her in my arms, while my thick cock, fed her insides. Before the song ended I was amazed to hear her moaning that she was going to come for me. Yes!
I fucked her through her delightful orgasm, my thighs burning and on the verge of letting me down. I wanted more, so much more, but I'd have to move before I screamed.
I pulled out, and with a lot of awkward and sometimes painful movements and contortions, including one particularly hard knee to the head that had me seeing stars, I was able to lay her on her back, her legs pulled back, shins beside her head. I leaned over her, bracing my feet against the wall behind me, and slid back into her. Bending over as far as I could, my knees embracing her hips, I fucked my beautiful friend, kissing her and mauling her sensitive titties.
I felt like Superman, pounding into her. The man of steel. I couldn't move more than a few inches in any direction, but my hips had free reign, and I stroked her long and deep, on and on, like I was never going to stop. It was epic. She shifted a few times, moving about, until she found a position that seemed less difficult, and pulled her knees down beside her tits, raising her hips to me. I tried a few different angles, as much as I could without knocking out a wall or two, settling in for the long haul when she whispered, "There, right there. Fuck me D."
God she felt good. My cock swelled and filled her, while I plunged her depths. Wild horses couldn't have pulled me off of her right then. After several minutes I saw the changes in her, her face flushing bright red, her legs tensing, her moans quickening, and she started to come on my cock. Christ, she was responsive! I kept at her, steadily, fucking her hard, and her orgasm seemed to be unending. On and on it went, her eyes open wide, unseeing. She was moaning out of control, senseless sounds pouring out of her, and I put my hand over her mouth, trying to keep her quiet, while her pussy spasmed madly over my cock.
She squirted on me, soaking my cock and balls, and feeding my fragile ego. Fuck yeah, she was enjoying this, maybe even more than me! Just when I was afraid she'd pass out from coming so hard, she lost that glazed looked and stared at me in wonder.
I grinned stupidly. "I love you too."
I picked up the pace and fucked her harder, grabbing her shoulders and pounding her as hard and fast as I could. I was afraid I was going to bring the house down on us. It was rattling but I couldn't stop, wouldn't stop. Sadly, I felt that feeling of impending release, knowing this ride was all but over. I leaned down and kissed her hard while I filled her sweet, tight pussy once more, grinding into her, draining my need into her delicious opening.
I was gasping in the stifling heat, beyond exhaustion, when I heard a chuckle from outside the playhouse. Anxiously I turned and looked and saw a face looking in each window.
"You guys can come out now, that can't be comfortable," I heard one of our unknown hosts say.
Embarrassed, and yet regretful, I pulled out of my old friend and new lover, and squeezed back into the corner so she could escape our confines. Jan crawled out on her hands and knees, moving tentatively. I couldn't help myself, and I ran my fingers along her pussy and ass, as it departed from view, suddenly nervous that I might never see that incredible sight again.
I grabbed our scraps of clothing, and followed after her, ready to face the music.
Our hosts were standing before us, as naked as we were. They were probably in their late 20's, maybe 30, and looked even better up close. The woman had curves on her curves, and big round tits that probably deserved their own zip-code. They had to be store bought, the way they stood up high and screamed for attention. The man was tall and fit, towering over all of us, with dark hair and a very shortly trimmed beard. I was almost afraid to look below his waist. They were the epitome of good looks and sexiness. Damn, this was so much better than getting caught by old man Wilson.
"Hi, I'm Denise, and that's my playhouse you just defiled," the woman said with a smile, holding out her hand.
We introduced ourselves, still feeling awkward, our underthings in my sweaty grasp.
"You better leave before Mom and Dad come home," Denise said. "I don't think they'd approve of naked strangers rutting in their yard." She smiled, taking away any sting her words might impart. "I have to say, having you two watch us was one of the sexiest things ever. That, and seeing you in that tiny house, fucking like rabbits."
"Sorry," I said. "We just came over for a quick swim, and well, we hid in there so we wouldn't get caught. I guess you know the rest."
"God, it was hot watching you two," Jan remarked. "Off the hook."
"We'll be here the whole month. Next time you feel like a swim, or whatever, just come on over. I think we could be good friends," Denise said.
Her words and open admiration of our naked bodies had me believing that the opportunity might be there to be REALLY good friends. I looked her over smiling, and as unbelievable as it was, felt myself getting hard.
"Look, Mark, I think he likes me," Denise giggled.
He grinned, reaching out and cupping her ass. "What's not to like?"
Jan looked down and saw my reaction. "Jesus, Derek. Again?"
I reached over and pulled my friend, my very special friend, close. "I think we might just take you up on that offer sometime."
"Great. Come over any time. I'll let the parents know you're guests. But next time bring a suit, just in case." Denise came over and gave us each a hug. "Don't be strangers, and don't make us wait too long." Her hand reached down and brushed my awakening cock, sending shivers down my spine. Shivers? In 100 degree weather? I guess I did like her.
They turned and left us, heading back indoors, looking just as hot from behind. Jan and I made a beeline for the gazebo where we got dressed, silently.
I had just fucked my best friend. Even after she asked me not to. I had fucked her over and over again, like an animal out of control. What was I thinking? I was no better than Rory. Fuck.
I didn't know how badly things were messed up between us. Jan looked quiet and pensive as she covered up her sweet body, turning away from me, giving me one more long look at her oh-so-incredible ass. I wanted to say something. Tell her how special she was. How it wasn't an accident, I'd wanted her for years. I couldn't help myself, I would explain, she was too hot, too naked, too available. Fuck. I didn't know what to say. I had to say something. Had I ruined everything?
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"I guess Rory made a clean getaway," I finally blurted.
How lame.
"Like I really give a rats ass?" Jan answered.
Shit. I had totally fucked things up. Fifteen years of friendship down the drain. The best and worst day of my life, all in a span of 30 minutes. I could at least be a man about it. I wasn't going to let her see me cry. Not this time.
She reached over and took my hand, and lead me back between the houses. When we got to our yards, she turned left heading toward her place, still pulling me along by the hand.
"My parents won't be home for hours. Let's see if it's half as good, with a real bed under us. And this time, let me breathe when I'm coming."
It was going to be an awesome summer.