by Tina Lee
I stared at the doorknob with baited breath, frozen for what seemed like eternity. And then it clicked back into place, and we heard her walk away.
He powered into me. Hard. The first time had been gentle, but this was his animal instincts coming out now. He was rock hard inside of me now, turned on by our brush with exposure. He raced towards completion like an Olympian, knowing victory was just within his grasp. I was singing his praises in the chorus of moans and cries with every thrust. I think I even begged him to only fuck me up the ass from now on. I was mad. He’d turned me into his dirty little whore, and I loved it.
I fell off the edge again, and this time, I took him with me. He shuddered deep inside of me, filling my ass with his cum. When I finally composed myself enough to look back up at him, he had the biggest shit eating grin on his face I’d ever seen. He knew he’d conquered me. And he also knew I’d never be the same again.
He dressed quickly. And then he turned to me, gave me a gentle kiss, and walked out… leaving me spread eagle across the table with his cum still dripping out of my ass.
Signed,
Frisky in the Library
Chapter Six
Britney packed up her suitcase and set it on the bed with a sigh. She’d made it through finals. Summer break was here, but instead of jumping for joy like she usually would be, she was already feeling withdrawals.
She gathered up her notebook, and popped in her earphones. The magazine still had one more issue to publish, and she figured she might as well finish her story. Last night had been her craziest encounter yet, and she knew that she would be leaving the readers with something to remember her by.
Dear NBU Exposed,
Last night, we were discovered.
I know what you’re thinking. That if that were true, the whole Campus would have heard by now.
Well, at the time, I thought so too. But only in my wildest dreams could I have imagined what would have happened last night.
We were back to the thrill of doing it in the stacks. When I walked in, he told me to meet him in the back in two minutes, so we didn’t draw suspicion. I agreed with reluctance, tapping my foot impatiently as I waited. It was quite clear that I was in need of his unique skills, and I was fuming at how unreasonable his demands were. Two minutes? Hell, I’’d waited all day for this. Two more minutes may not have seemed like much, but I was soaking wet and his rules had left me ready to explode at the slightest touch.
I made it all of a minute and thirty seconds before I started following after him. As I was passing through, I saw my Virginal roommate there. She gave me one of her typical suspicious glares, and I went on my merry way.
Mystery man was waiting for me, cock at the ready in his hand. What a sight to behold, NBU readers. If I could have taken a picture, I would have. But that delicious sight was reserved for me only. Or at least, that’s what I thought. I dropped to my knees and began servicing him, lapping at his cock and balls like the greedy fiend I’’d become.
Everything was going fine, he was grunting and groaning in that way of his that was so supremely primitive, it had me wet and ready for him. And then he just froze.
I couldn’t figure out why, but when I glanced up, it hit me pretty quickly.
Previously mentioned Virginal roommate was standing at the end of the aisle, staring at us in shock. Mystery man arched a brow at her, waiting to see what she’d do.
But she wasn’t looking at him. She was looking at me. Confusion washed over me, because seriously the girl hadn’t spoken like ten words to me the entire semester.
So what does mystery man do? He offers for her to join us. And what does Virginal roommate do? She actually fucking nods in agreement!
At this point, I’m thinking holy shit, this cannot seriously be happening. But then she goes on to say how she’s been fantasizing about me all semester, and begs me to let her taste me while I suck him off.
So, being the good girl that I am, and aiming to please, I agree. I’ve never had a woman lick me out before, but my motto is don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.
She laid down on the floor, and mystery man took charge at this point, directing me to sit on her face. So I did. And holy shit, Virginal roommate could lick some pussy.
Between the two of them, it was a tossup who was better at it. I smothered her face with my pussy, a little unintentionally and a little in part to my strong annoyance of her good girl attitude. But she took what I doled out greedily, and I have to admit it was sexy as hell. She had me coming all over her face in minutes, right there in the middle of the Library while I sucked his cock.
But mystery man didn’t want to stop there. Oh no, he had two hot willing women in front of him, and he wanted to draw it out. Secretly, so did I.
So he bent me over one of the shelves and started fucking me while he serviced her pussy with his tongue. I have to admit, I was a little bit jealous. I mean, that tongue was reserved for my pussy. My desires were at war, and my primitive side won out. Before I even knew what I was doing, I jerked her away from him and pushed her down in front of me. I got on all fours, the way I knew he loved me, and shoved my face between her thighs.
Mystery man pushed his way back inside of me as I darted my tongue towards Virginal roommate’s pussy. It was strangely erotic, tasting another woman. She was soft and sweet, and very, very wet. I was a little too gentle at first, unsure how to tackle the whole pussy-eating situation. But she was quick to guide me, gripping my hair and holding me in place while she writhed against my face. I was covered in her arousal, licking her out like a greedy little whore. I let my desire take over, nipping and sucking on her clit, my own pussy throbbing every time he pushed inside of me and she cried out in pleasure.
She came with a loud moan, and I had to slap my hand over her mouth to quiet her. What can I say? I had a good teacher. It turned out, she was a gusher, and I was soaking wet from her orgasm. I was too far gone to be anything but turned on at that point, needing more. I lapped up the mess she made, and could hear mystery man groaning at the sight of it.
After she came, he bent her over too, sampling both of our pussies with his cock. I never thought I’d like sharing my toy, but I was seeing Virginal roommate in a whole new light. She was actually really fucking hot with her long red hair and her sweet little moans. And turns out, she wasn’t actually a virgin at all.
Mystery man pulled out and ordered us to suck his cock. Together. And we did.
I took the shaft, and roommate took the balls. And then at some point our mouths started to grow closer, and the next thing I knew we were making out while he stroked his cock. It was his turn to get jealous, and he grabbed me by the hair, reminding me of my place by shoving his cock down my throat. He choked me a little too, as roommate started sucking my tits into her mouth and fingering my pussy again. The sensations of both of their attention on me at once was too much, and I came harder than I ever had before.
Mystery man grunted his approval, and pulled out just in time to explode all over our faces.
The three of stayed in the stacks that night, and didn’t leave until closing. I was thoroughly fucked, and thoroughly going to miss this man and our encounters.
But as I was leaving, he finally told me his name. Oh yea, and guess what else? That he was going to be a TA next semester, and he’s in one of my classes. So there you have it NBU.
The Saga continues. Winter 2016. Perhaps with an additional player this time.
Signed,
Frisky in the Library.
Daddy Next Door
Alicia Hawk
Chapter 1
A my stared
at the basketball Jacket, reflecting on the night she stole it from the guy she once loved—or still love—it was complicated. It still smelled like him, and she hated it, and she loved it, for the jacket reminded her of the pain she felt, and it also reminded her of the love she felt. She hung it in her closet, at the very back, to hide it from view; out of sight, out of mind.
/> Her ex-boyfriend's name was David. He was the handsome and charming point-guard for the basketball team at their university. David was a trust fund kid but didn't act like one at all. He wore ragged leather jackets and old boots. His greasy dirty blonde hair was always slicked back and his jeans were always riddled with cuts. A Polaroid of a shirtless David, displaying his fit tattooed body, was taped to the mirror of her dresser. It had been six months since she last spoke to him.
Their break-up was tame—so tame that it hardly seemed like a break up at all. After weeks and weeks of arguing, they sat down together and decided that what they had wasn't healthy, and certainly wasn't worth holding on to. The break up was mutual, yet she felt that she got the short end of the stick.
She wondered if he missed her just as much as she missed him.
"Hey, what you doing there?" her roommate, Brenda, asked. "Don't tell me you're staring at that picture again. Come on."
"I'm not!" Amy lied.
"Are we going out to eat or what?"
"Okay. Give me five minutes."
Amy wrapped her blonde hair into a messy bun, applied a little eye shadow to accentuate her bright blue eyes, and slipped on a short yellow dress with daffodil patterns. Today was the summer solstice; the longest day of the year and it was sunny outside. It was the perfect day for a picnic or a day at the beach.
Brenda held up two bottles of wine and asked, "Red or White?"
"Both," she replied.
"Both it is," Brenda said, and placed both bottles in the picnic basket.
Amy and Brenda were on summer break after completing the second year of university, where Amy majored in Economics and Brenda in Computer Science. Amy and Brenda's friendship started off as roomies and over the years became best friends. After boarding with their university the first year, they decided that they needed to live somewhere with fewer distractions. They moved thirty minutes from school into an apartment away from the city. It took them a long time to get to school, but what they gained instead was lovely scenery and they were surrounded by nicer, friendlier people.
Brenda packed her book, which was way too big and heavy, according to Amy. "What book is that?" Amy asked.
"A Game of Thrones. And it's definitely not too big." Brenda was an avid reader of science fiction and fantasy. Her father was a science fiction writer and her mother was a software engineer. Brenda, a lover a both Science Fiction and Computer Science, was the perfect blend of her parents. She was Asian-American with a round face, dark eyes and long, lustrous dark hair. Brenda was the perfect roommate; she was very clean, mostly quiet and an excellent cook.
As the roommates walk through the hallway with their baskets and picnic cloth, Josh (an eight-year-old who lived couple doors down) was sprinting through the hallway with a towel tied around his neck like a cape and his action figures in his hand.
"Hey, Amy! Hey, Brenda!"
"Whoa. Slow down there, buddy," Amy said.
"Can't."
"And why is that?"
"The world needs saving!" he continued his sprint down the hall.
The park was a reminder that summer was in full swing. It was only in summer when the park would burst with life and noise. There were people playing fetch with their dogs, kids chasing each other, men playing football, women reading while keeping one eye on their kids and birds singing.
Brenda spread her picnic cloth and set out all the food she had prepared. Amy needed this more than she had thought. It had been awhile since she had left the house. Everything seemed so dull and grey without her ex-boyfriend. There was no excitement in going to the movies anymore if it didn't mean making out with David. Walks in the park had lost its spark if she didn't have David's finger intertwined with hers as they strolled down the flowery path. When David left, he took her joy with him, and she had been fighting to get it back ever since.
She sipped the wine then drank the glass in one go. “Refill,” Amy said, her red lips stretched across her face.
“Okay, but three glass is where I cut you off.” Brenda watched her best friend down the second glass in one go. “That’s it. Tell me what’s going on?”
“Nothing you haven’t already heard.” Amy tried not to mention David’s name in conversations. He was the past and should stay in the past, but the memories of him had followed her into the present and she feared it would in the future as well. David was her first serious anything. Never before had she poured so much love and attention into anything or anyone.
Whenever she missed David, Brenda would remind her why they broke up in the first place. In retrospect, all their arguments seemed trivial and fixable, and their behavior was silly and childish. If given another chance, she thought, there would be no more arguments, for she had matured in the last six months. Amy wished she could have all the bad stuff back, so she could have the good.
“I know what you need,” Brenda folded the edge of the page to bookmark her book. She placed her book and wine glass down and faced Amy. “You need a rebound.”
Amy burst into laughter. “I do not!” The idea of her needing a rebound seemed ridiculous.
“I’m serious. You need a sexy hunk that will help you to forget him.”
“That isn’t going to help me.”
“I’m starting to believe that you don’t want to forget David. You want to keep remembering him and what you two had. ‘Had’ is the keyword here.”
Amy tucked her hair behind her ear. She always did that when something was bothering her. “Everyone deals with breakups differently. I’m taking baby steps.”
Brenda scoffed and uttered something in Filipino, a curse she always heard her mother say in frustration.
“Hey! English please,” Amy said.
“You’re torturing yourself and I don’t like seeing it. The best way to get over a guy is to get under another guy.”
“Enough about guys. They’re exhausting.” Amy invited and welcomed the silence that fell upon them. She opened the container containing chopped fruits, skipping over the grapes, strawberries and pineapples, only to select the apples. Listening to the ambient sound of singing birds and kids laughing had enhanced her mood greatly, the best she had felt in months.
Brenda lay in her lap, lost in the realms of her book. Amy stared at her, a beauty in a trance, and feeling of appreciation washed over Amy. She was lucky to have Brenda in her life, and she knew it.
Later that night Amy dragged herself to the gym they had in her apartment. Not once did she ever use it. Other than being busy with classes and assignments, her excuse was that she was in top shape, which was untrue. She tried to tug Brenda along, but Brenda was far too invested in her fantasy book to leave it for mundane things like exercising, eating or sleeping.
Amy used every opportunity to stay preoccupied. Boredom required too much thinking and self-reflection, something she wanted to do less of.
She slipped on her brand new gym clothes that she had bought nearly a year before. It was a tighter fit, and Amy wondered if she should be concerned. On the plus side, her butt looked round and plumped up in her training tights. She stood in front the mirror for ten minutes posing and taking pictures. "You are beautiful. You are sexy. You deserve to be happy," she reminded herself.
When Amy got to the gym, she was surprised to see it almost empty. Suddenly she didn’t feel so hard on herself for skipping the gym. She, like most of the people who lived in the apartment, was too busy—or apathetic about going to the gym.
In the corner of the gym, where the treadmills all lined beside each other, stood the only other person. His name was Luke, father of the eight year old super kid that ran through the hall with his towel around his neck. Amy barely knew him. They had made some small talk here and there, mostly in the elevator.
Luke stretched his shirtless body with his earphone plugged in, oblivious to the fact that someone was watching him. Amy made no attempted to reveal herself, and instead, she sat on an exercise ball and watched him as he did pushups.
> It was strange. She had never seen him in this light before. He was known to the apartment as the guy who left early and returned late. He wore crisp suits and his shoes were always shiny. Amy assumed he was an accountant, or some other profession that required patience and precision. He was neat, clean and sometimes intimidating; it was the way how his eyes would lock onto hers with steady and piercing focus, or the way how his voice was low and even, leaving you to guess how he felt in his unfaltering tone.
Before, she would not have used the word ‘sexy’ or ‘manly’ to describe him, but all that changed when she entered the gym. He started to grunt deeply after he passed a hundred push-ups. His animalistic cry awoke goosebumps on her skin. There was sudden warmth spreading throughout her body, increasing her heartbeat and shortening her breath. There was heat, tingles and wetness in a place that had been dormant for months. Between her thighs, under her pink petals, a sensitive seed was pulsing; a delicate flower that was ready to bloom again.
After completing 150 push-ups, Luke stood and flexed his body which was glistening with sweat. Amy took mental photographs of his chiseled cheekbones, broad shoulders and lean, athletic build. “Damn,” she whispered to herself.
“Are you checking out my dad?”
“EEK!” Amy screamed and fell backward off the exercise ball. The boy had come from nowhere. Perhaps he did have superhero abilities, after all.
Luke noticed the woman on the floor and rushed over. “What happened?”
“She fell,” Josh replied. “She was checking—”
“Checking out the exercise ball!” Amy blurted. “I wanted to see how bouncy it was.”
Luke slid his hands under her arms and lifted Amy to her feet. “Are you okay?”