I could feel another climax rushing at me, and I held on tightly as the pleasure gathered for the storm. Both men were panting, letting me know they were on the brink also. We moved together, a thrusting and grunting mass of arms and legs intent only on satisfying our lust.
I whined low in my throat, the ecstasy rising up inside of me like a tidal wave approaching the shore. I could do nothing but wait for it, knowing it would crush me with its immense power.
Then it was here, blasting through me like no other orgasm I’d experienced before. I screamed and babbled incoherently as my body convulsed in powerful spasms, and it felt like I was tumbling over and over as the waves crashed over me.
Somewhere in the distance I heard the two men cry out simultaneously, then felt the hot rush of male essence surge into my womb, both of them filling me at the same time, sending my bliss even higher. I groaned and scratched and kissed and bit, out of control as my climax continued.
The storm seemed to last forever, and then there was only exhaustion. Strong hands that had controlled me now caressed me gently, and engorged flesh softened and slipped wetly from my slick grasp. I lay with my head on Jake’s chest, getting a close-up view of the twin dragons inked there. The shower cleansed our bodies as the mixture of our fluids ran down the drain.
Minutes later, Jake carried me out of the shower and dried me off, pampering me as he helped me get dressed. I was too tired to complain when he led me out to his car, and drove us to his apartment. Just us two.
I spent the night in his bed, and after the brutality of our sex in the shower, I was surprised by his gentleness one-on-one. We made love and then slept, over and over, until I finally woke up beside him as the morning light filled the room.
I slid down to take him into my mouth, and he woke just as I was pressing my throat down around him, taking a man completely inside of my oral embrace for the first time in my life. He came that way, groaning and jetting his seed into my throat as I held his throbbing cock deep.
Six months later, we’re still together. And exclusive, spending as much time together as we can both in Boston and on the road. He’s still missing curfews, but now it’s with me. Everyone notices I’m always in a good mood now, and ask me what the source of my happiness is.
But we keep it a secret in order to protect my job. Tyler and Cory were signed by the team, and the three of them make up the most formidable line in the league. We’ve yet to recreate the night the four of us shared our lust in that shower, but I have a feeling the three of them are planning something special soon.
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The Curvy Waitress and the Rock Star
By Téa Minx
Téa Minx enjoys writing erotica on the edge, such as incest and lactation. If you enjoy this story, check out her other works. You can find links to all of her stories at the end of this book.
“Amber, you’re not going to believe it.”
Amber sat up in her bed, where she’d been lying on her stomach studying an Accounting book when her cell phone went off. The display let her know it was her friend Lauren calling.
“What’s going on?”
“Mallory has the flue.”
“Um, that’s a shame, but why’re you calling me about it?”
“Don’t you see? Tonight’s the concert.”
“Oh yeah.”
“She can’t go. So we have an extra ticket. It’s yours if you want it.” After a pause, she added, “No charge.”
Amber winced. Three years ago when they’d been seniors in high school, she and her friends had been the popular girls. They had rich daddies and drove the nicest cars and fucked the star athletes. They called their little clique the Rich Bitches, and lived up to the name.
But, just before graduation, Amber’s father had been killed in a plane crash on a business trip. As the lawyers examined his estate after his death, they discovered it’d all been a house of cards, and the man had been living way beyond his means. So not only were Amber and her mom not rich, they were in debt to practically everyone.
Her mom filed for bankruptcy, and her one-a-day drinking habit became ten-a-day. Amber couldn’t stand living with her anymore, and moved into a small apartment over the diner downtown. The landlord was also the owner of the diner, and hired her as a waitress so she could afford to go to community college when she wasn’t at work.
“Um, I have to work tonight,” she replied.
“Come on,” her friend insisted. “Blow it off. When are you going to get the chance to see Adam Quill again?”
Adam had been their favorite pop singer in high school, and they’d spent many a horny sleepover discussing what they’d do if they ever were fortunate enough to get him alone.
“I’d love to, but I promised Mr. Collins I’d work the late shift. He’s been so nice helping me out, I’d feel bad to leave him without a waitress for the night.”
“It’s only one night. He’ll survive.”
There was so much Amber could say, but she held her tongue. Her friend wouldn’t get it anyway. And the reason she knew that was because she used to be just like them – self-absorbed and only caring about her own needs. But the last few years had taught her there was more to life than driving a nice car and shopping at the trendiest stores. She’d learned that the people she used to look down her nose at had feelings just like she did.
“I just can’t, I’m sorry.”
Lauren gave an exasperated sigh. “You’re just no fun anymore.”
“Sorry.”
Her friend gave it one last try. “Staci’s planning on sneaking backstage.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. She said that she’s going to get Adam’s cock in her mouth or die trying.”
Amber smiled. That sounded like Lauren. “Tell her I said good luck.”
“You sure you can’t go?”
“Yeah. Thanks anyway.”
Lauren sighed again. “Okay. But you really have to start living your life again.”
Amber didn’t have the heart to tell her that she actually felt more alive now than when she was only concerned about shallow things like fashion and hair styles.
“I’ll keep that in mind. Have fun tonight.”
“Bye.”
The phone clicked off, and Amber tossed it aside and lay back on the bed. She hated to be reminded of the person she used to be. But her mind turned to a more pleasant subject: Adam Quill.
When he burst onto the scene as a teen star when she was in tenth grade, she’d forgotten about all the other boy bands and focused on Adam. Tall, with sandy blond hair and a body like a Greek god, he was the subject of many of her fantasies. She’d lie awake at night with her fingers working between her legs as she thought about him. One time, when she was fucking Brandon Hart, the star quarterback, in the back seat of his car, she closed her eyes and pretended it was Adam.
He was only two years older than her, and when the band came to town when she was eighteen, she’d stood in the audience watching him intently, daydreaming about them meeting and falling in love.
Now, three years later, she no longer had silly dreams like that. She was more concerned with surviving and getting an education. Adam Quill wasn’t going to be showing up anytime soon to carry her away on a white horse.
But she noticed that thoughts of her former teen heartthrob had caused a warm wet heat to settle between her thighs, and she glanced at the clock, hoping she had time for a quick encounter with her vibrator before she had to get ready for work.
No such luck, and she saw she had to hurry to take a shower and get to work on time.
Getting off the bed, she went into the bathroom and removed her bra and panties – her standard fare for sitting around in her apartment. Catching a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door, she stopped for a moment.
Her financial situation wasn’t the only thing that’d changed since she’d been a senior in high school. Back then, she’d been five-four, a hundred and five pounds,
and captain of the cheerleader squad. Her height hadn’t changed much, but the stress of her father dying and her mom becoming an alcoholic had caused her to turn to food for solace.
The forty extra pounds she’d gained were clearly evident in the new curves she’d acquired since graduation. Gone was that trim, athletic body she’d taken for granted, and replaced by a chubby girl. Sure, her breasts were bigger, but so was everything else, including her hips and ass.
A few months ago she’d run into Brandon, the former quarterback and backseat partner, at the grocery store. He was home on break from college, and didn’t even try to hide the shock in his face when he saw her. She hinted that they should get together while he was home, but he quickly made up an excuse that he was busy, and hurriedly ended the conversation.
The truth was, she’d only been to bed with one guy in the last two years. It’d been a thirty-something business guy who’d stopped by the diner and flirted with her endlessly. She was flattered, and he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring, so when he asked if he could come to her apartment after her shift was over, she accepted. It felt good to have a man inside of her again, and she came twice as he fucked her pussy from behind. Then he grunted and jammed his hips against her ass, filling the condom she’d insisted he wear.
But as she lay against him afterwards, his cell phone went off, and he answered it. After a few seconds it became evident that he was talking to his wife, telling her he loved her and to kiss the kids goodnight for him. All of this while his cock was still wet from their fucking.
After he’d hung up she began crying, and when he asked her what the matter was, she insisted he leave. He wanted to stay, telling her he needed to come again, but she was adamant, and he was finally gone.
A few guys had hit on her since then, but she’d refused, not wanting to face that humiliation again.
She arrived at work on time, just as Brenda, the waitress she was replacing, was in the break room getting ready to leave.
“Going to be busy tonight,” Brenda said. “Good luck.”
“Thanks,” Amber replied. “Have fun with Joe.”
Joe was Brenda’s husband, and she loved to share the details of their sex life with anyone willing to listen.
“Don’t worry, I will,” Brenda replied. “We’ll probably spend the evening on the couch watching a soft-core porn flick on Cinemax, and I’ll end up blowing him while he’s drooling over all those fake tits.”
Amber smiled. “Sounds better than what I have planned.”
Brenda laughed loudly, and rested her hand on Amber’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, honey. Someday you’ll find true married bliss like Joe and me.”
Amber smiled. When Brenda said things like that, she wasn’t sure if she was being sarcastic or not.
After putting on her apron, she went out to join Carly, the other waitress on duty for the late shift. Carly had recently turned thirty, and was about fifty pounds heavier than Amber. Sometimes when Amber didn’t feel like studying anymore, she thought about Carly, and how that might be her in nine years – more overweight and still working at the diner. That would provide enough inspiration for her to focus back on her homework.
Like Brenda had predicted, it was a busy Friday night, and the pace was hectic as the two waitresses tried to keep up with the crowd, with Mr. Collins working the kitchen by himself. But one of the fortunate things about working hard is that it makes the time go quicker, and soon the crowds began to dwindle. By one a.m., there were only a handful of customers left, and a half hour later only one remained. Mr. Collins came out and announced that the kitchen was closed, and they put out some pastries for anyone coming in before the two o’clock closing time. He then informed the ladies he was heading home, and to remember to lock up properly.
At quarter to two, two couples came in together, slightly drunk. But when Amber informed them that the only thing left to eat was doughnuts and éclairs, they turned around and left.
After they were gone, Amber turned to Carly. “If you feel like going, I’ll close up.”
Carly smiled. “You sure? I don’t mind staying.”
“I’m sure. Go ahead.”
“Thanks.” She headed back to the break room and a minute later was out the door, thanking Amber again as she left. Amber considered turning the ‘OPEN’ sign over so that it read ‘CLOSED’, but decided to wait until two.
After ringing out the cash register, she sat at the counter enjoying a glazed doughnut and a glass of Coke as the minutes ticked by. She kicked herself for not bringing her Accounting book along with her, so she could get some reading in.
Finally, the little hand pointed vertical and she got off the stool and headed for the door. After turning the latch for the lock, she flipped the sign over and turned back towards the break room.
She only got a few steps before she heard the knock on the door. Turning, she saw a lone figure standing outside. She walked back.
“I’m sorry, we just closed,” she shouted through the glass.
It was a guy, and he was tall and wearing a green hoodie, with the hood up over his head. He also had on dark sunglasses, which didn’t match the time it was.
“Can you stay open a few more minutes?” he asked. “I’m really hungry.”
“The kitchen’s closed.”
He pointed at the pastries on the counter. “Those and a coffee will be fine.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m supposed to close at two. It’s a minute past.” She pointed at the clock.
“Please?”
She stared closer at him. Besides his sunglasses he featured a straight nose with flared nostrils, and full lips below. He was sporting a few days’ growth of beard, but it was neatly trimmed at the edges. His jawline was solid, but with just a trace of femininity. A flash of recognition hit her, but dissipated just as quickly. How would she know this stranger?
“Please?” he repeated, and she made her decision.
She unlatched the door and pulled it open, allowing him to enter before closing and locking it again.
“Just a doughnut and coffee then you’re on your way, right?” she said as he walked to a booth and sat with his back to the door.
“That’s fine,” he replied. “I really appreciate this.”
She removed the glass lid from the pastry tray and carried it over to his table, setting it in front of him.
“All yours,” she said. “I’ll make you a pot of coffee.”
“Nice!” He picked up a sugar doughnut and took a big bite.
By the time she got back from starting the coffee, three of the doughnuts were gone and he was working on an éclair.
“Wow, you were hungry.” She sat a glass of water on the table and he grabbed it and gulped half of it down.
After wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve, he said, “That really hit the spot. I haven’t eaten since lunch.”
“Better be careful there,” she said, “those doughnuts will go right to your hips.”
He smiled, and once more that flash of recognition hit her. “Do I know you?”
His smile waned slightly. “What do you mean?”
“You look a little familiar. Did we go to school together?”
His lips curled up again. “I don’t think so. I don’t recall a…” He cocked his head to look at her name tag. “…Amber in my class.”
“Why the hood and sunglasses? In the middle of the night? You hiding from the police?”
He chuckled softly. “No, nothing like that. I just like my privacy.”
“Well, you’re giving off a weird vibe. Just saying.”
He laughed again. “Then my goal is complete, since that’s exactly the vibe I was going for.”
She smiled. Something about his grin was disarming, and she felt like she’d known him longer than the few minutes he’d been here. She wished she could see his eyes.
The coffee was done, so she brought over the glass pot and filled his cup. He added a few spoonful’s of sugar and took a sip, then g
ave her a thumbs up.
“Perfect,” he said. “Thank you again, Amber. You’ve been so kind.”
He smiled again, and that sense of familiarity returned. She’d seen that smile before, she knew it. But from where? For some reason, she kept thinking about her bedroom back home, the one she grew up in. But why?
“Anything else?” she asked. “More water?”
“No, just bring me the check, and I’ll be on my way.”
She waved her hand. “Don’t worry about it. The doughnuts would’ve been thrown out in the morning anyway.”
“No, I insist. You’ve gone out of your way for me.”
“Okay, two dollars for the coffee then.”
He smiled again as he reached for his wallet, and a memory came blasting back to her mind. She was eighteen, and lying on her bed in her old bedroom, staring at the poster she’d taped to the ceiling. She was naked, and her hand was between her legs as she looked up at the handsome face staring down at her. The handsome smiling face of Adam Quill.
The same smile she was staring at right now.
Her eyes flew open wide as he pulled a twenty from his wallet and placed it on the table. “Keep the change,” he said softly.
“Holy shit,” she said, her mouth dropping open.
He sat back in his seat, and his smile disappeared.
“You’re Adam Quill.”
He sighed. “That would be me.”
“Holy shit,” she repeated.
He placed his wallet back in his pants and pushed the twenty across the table towards her. “That’s for you. I have to go.”
“Wait. I mean… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“I’m not offended.”
“Did I say something wrong?”
“No, Amber, you didn’t say anything wrong. It’s just that…”
“What?”
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