Amira

  He lay with his chest exposed and his hard-on bulging and straining at the buttoned fly of his boxer shorts. Serena brushed her finger slowly up and down his rigid cock, thinking that she really should study, but she could not resist, so she reached down and slid his boxers over his erection and pulled them off the rest of the way then playfully tossed them on his chest.

  She knelt between his feet at the side of the bed and began stroking his cock.

  “Mmmmmm baby. You always know what I need,” he said, already sounding even more relaxed.

  Serena thought this would pacify him for a while so she could get some work done and possibly still make it to Professor Lane’s class in the morning, so she began to fondle his balls with her other hand. She loved to hear that she was pleasing him, and between moans, he told her to keep going. She continued long, even strokes on his cock as it grew thicker in her petite hand and then let the index finger of her other hand trace a line down his perineum.

  “Ohhhhh God, baby….like that,” he begged, barely above a whisper.

  “Shhhh,” she said, swirling her finger around and getting forever closer to his anus. “Just lay back and enjoy it, baby. Relaaaaax.”

  She brought her face down between his legs, salivating as she still held his cock in her hand. She began to kiss his balls passionately, devouring them and covering them with wet kisses. She felt his skin wet with her saliva as her face pressed between his legs, sucking hungrily and drawing the skin between her lips. Her lips and tongue massaged and teased the entire area from his balls to perineum and anus.

  She loved to breathe deeply the manly scent of him; she was so turned on by all of it even without being touched by him at all. She felt her pussy tingle and throb hot and wet and felt the slick wetness trickle onto the inside of her upper thigh. She began to moan and make sounds like she was enjoying such a delicious feast as she continued her loving assault on him with her adoring lips and tongue. She wanted to reach down and rub her clit as she took care of him, and her desire for him grew with each stroke and kiss, but she tried to keep it all about pleasing him.

  She could no longer wait to have his cock in her mouth, so she quickly stood up and hopped onto the bed, turned around, and straddled him, all before he was aware of what just happened. He opened his eyes and only saw her swollen pussy open before him, hovering in front of his face and practically dripping with wetness. She didn’t waste any time before going down on him, quickly taking his whole length deeply into her mouth. She usually liked to take her time, working her way from the base to teasing around the tip before taking him all in, but this time she just wanted his cock as quickly as possible.

  He started to caress the silky skin of the ass cheeks that were presented in his face but soon slipped his fingers into her hot wet pussy and rubbed her swollen clit. She sucked him deeply, ramming his cock as deep as she could take it, gagging lightly a couple times, and her saliva ran down over his balls as she held them in her hand. His fingers left her clit and slipped inside her, both of them moaning as he finger fucked her and her wet fingers found his waiting asshole. She stroked it teasingly before slowly inserting her fingertip into him. He was so wet from her saliva that her ring finger slipped effortlessly inside; just a little to her first knuckle was enough to please him, but he groaned loudly as she let it slide a bit deeper and simultaneously let his cock plunge into the back of her throat.

  He grabbed her hips and rolled them both onto their sides. She stopped sucking him only long enough to change positions, and she squealed with delight as he thrust his tongue into her wet pussy. He vigorously licked and sucked and then tickled her clit with his tongue and sucked it between his lips. She moaned and quivered with each stroke of his tongue and continued sucking his cock deeply and wetly. She had slowed to a more relaxed pace as she enjoyed the intense tongue lashing she was receiving and stopped for frequent calls of “Oh God!” which made him hold her tighter and bury his face deeper in her pussy.

  They lay pleasuring each other, and she loved the feeling of the rough stubble of his unshaven face rubbing on the delicate, sensitive skin of her pussy. He thrust his tongue into her vagina as her muscles tightened around it while he rubbed her clit with a fingertip then he would switch and flick his tongue on her clit while slipping his fingers inside to stimulate her G-spot

  He was relentless as he caressed and stroked each spot, each orgasm flowing into the next, and just when she thought she couldn’t bear any more, he held her tighter and continued with as much voracity as she had earlier. She surrendered completely to him and moaned and cried in pleasure, letting his cock escape from her so she could fully enjoy her orgasm, then capturing it again in her warm hungry mouth.

  His cock swelled and pre-cum flowed salty-sweet, and she knew that he would cum soon, so she focused again on him. She heard his breathing slow while she calmed down a little herself, and he loosened his grip on her. She let the intensity subside for a few moments and continued again until he said he was going to cum, although she already felt from his reactions exactly when it would be and needed no words. She took his cock deep into her mouth one final time, and he thrust deeper, releasing his abundant milky load into her. She swallowed each hot surge as it shot into her throat. It flowed and covered her tongue as she licked him clean, not letting a drop of his cum go to waste. When she finally milked him of all he had, they lay quietly for a few minutes, not moving at all, just holding each other.

  Serena thought it was so erotic when he would kiss her after he went down on her, but he didn’t feel the same way about tasting his own cum when she kissed him. She was thirsty anyway, so she left him to get a glass of water. She paused briefly at the window to look up at the stars and thought he had dozed off that quickly because he lay silently with a slight smile on his face, so she carefully snuggled into bed, trying not to disturb him. He surprised her when he turned toward her, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her softly. They were both relaxed and satisfied, sharing occasional soft kisses and tender words as they drifted off to a blissful sleep together.

  Chapter 11

  Serena phoned Maggie the next day after class while Hani was at the office. She asked Maggie if she recovered from the night before because they both had quite a few drinks, and she also brought up the subject of Shane's rude behavior.

  “Serena...I don't know...sometimes he’s a really nice guy, and we have a lot of fun together,” Maggie confided. “But sometimes he acts like a total asshole…as we all witnessed last night.”

  She clammed up after that, which was very unlike Maggie. She usually had trouble keeping her words in, not letting them out.

  “Talk to me, Mary Magdelene,” Serena said, in a teasing tone because she knew Maggie didn't like it when anyone used her full name. “What's going on? What happened?”

  “Well...I told you how we go out for drinks and sometimes get a bite to eat together, and things start to go really well. He starts acting sweet and opening doors for me and stuff. Then at the end of the night, he like goes to kiss me and I don't know. He always pulls back.”

  “When does he pull back? After the kiss or during?” Serena asked attentively, eager to comprehend the situation.

  “Well, we start making out and stuff, you know. Things go pretty far sometimes...I gave him head before…I didn't swallow...sometimes I just give him a hand job when we're making out. It, like, always goes just so far, and ...he kisses me and feels me up and stuff, but as soon as he gets off, he's done. He doesn't do anything more. Hasta la vista, Maggie”

  “I wouldn't worry about it...some guys are just like that... I know it's frustrating to not get your muffin buttered when you do everything for him...but he told me last night when you went to talk to Maria that he really likes you.”

  Maggie giggled at her buttered muffin comment, an inside joke from one of their favorite movies, although they had never heard anyone use that slang in real life. They had watched the movie so many times together that they could recite every
line, and Serena hoped the reference would lighten Maggie’s spirits.

  “Really?! He really said that?!” Maggie shouted into the phone. She was so shocked to hear that he did in fact like her, despite how greedy he was with his affection.

  “Yes, really. Now tell me the rest,” Serena urged.

  “Well...I remember what you told me about that one time...that you saw Shane alone in the stockroom and he had his dick out...and you...” She let her voice trail off for Serena to fill in the blanks.

  “Yeah, he felt me up, and I helped him get himself off,” Serena added nonchalantly, finishing Maggie’s sentence.

  “You know...I kind of liked him before that, and I never told you. He never gave me the time of day, not like he did with you, but I thought he would be...you know...easy...so I went for it and we started hanging out.” Her voice had lightened and Serena could tell that she really liked him.

  “Well, every time we start making out, he only wants to get himself off, whether I do it or he does it. He acts like he likes me and he will feel me up, but...” Maggie paused again, and Serena felt a twinge of guilt creep over her. She knew she had to confess to her best friend and come clean about Shane.

  “Maggie...You know I would never do anything to hurt you, and I swear I didn't know you liked him. If I knew, I wouldn't have ever...I wouldn't have ever--” Serena struggled to find the words.

  “Ever what?” Maggie asked, suddenly becoming very suspicious of her.

  “Well...that time wasn't the only that I met Shane back there,” Serena confessed.

  She felt so ashamed about it now when she just thought of it as fun before but was also relieved to get it off her chest. She was with Hani now, and suddenly she was embarrassed that she had done such careless, juvenile things before and not that long before meeting him. And now she knew that Maggie had feelings for Shane all along when she was screwing around with him, and she felt as though she was stabbing Maggie in the back. Maggie hadn't said another word, and they sat in silence for a minute.

  “Maggie?” Serena asked, cautiously breaking the silence. “Honey...are you there?”

  “Yeah...I'm just...” Maggie replied quietly.

  Serena thought I heard her sniffle and thought she couldn't possibly be this upset about it. She patiently waited for her to continue. Whatever way this went, she had planned on talking it over and working it out with her.

  “Ya know...he always did talk about you a lot. I mean, he asked about you a lot, but I guess I was just desperate for attention, and I know you guys were involved, so I thought--”

  “Maggie...he likes you...I swear, he likes you,” Serena pleaded with her. “What he did with me meant nothing.”

  “Serena, can I ask you something?” Maggie asked. She knew they could talk about anything and not hide anything, so she continued. “How many times did you...and what...I mean...how far did you go?”

  Serena took a deep breath, knowing that she had to confess everything, and before now she hadn't felt any shame about it but now wondered how to find the words to explain it and justify it. Maggie knew that she wasn't anywhere near being a virgin, and it wasn't any secret that they both loved flirting and hooking up with guys, but she didn't know how to respond.

  Her mind raced trying to find the right words, and before long, her words were running out of her mouth uncontrolled. She told her everything. She told her how she approached Shane that first time and how things went each time. She stressed to Maggie how all he ever did was get himself off as he looked at her or touched her, but he never once tried to get into her pants. She ensured her that she never gave him oral sex, not that it really made it any better. She explained how he would meet her by her register at work and how they met regularly in the stockroom, once or twice a week, and Serena thought somehow that confessing cleared her of any responsibility for it.

  She could hear music playing in the background, but Maggie wasn't speaking. They sat again in silence, and Serena wasn't even sure if Maggie was hurt or mad or just needed a few minutes to put it together in her head. Out of habit, Serena sang along quietly to the chorus of the song as it played in the background, the way you do when you’re put on hold and you sing and hum along with whatever is playing to entertain yourself. They had sat through two songs when Maggie finally sighed and cleared her throat.

  “Well…I guess that explains a lot,” she said, at first sounding unaffected by Serena’s confession but quickly turned accusatory. “And you! Serena, I knew you were a little slut, but I didn't know just how much...So...you can have him!”

  Serena interrupted her and said that she didn't want Shane and never wanted Shane, but she cut her off.

  “You can have Shane, and you can have Hani, and you can have any other guy that you want to fuck around with or blow or lead on or whatever the hell you want to do! You win! Take him! Fucking take them all!”

  “Maggie! Come on!” Serena shouted. “That's not fair! That's not what I --”

  The music in the background had stopped, and there was only a dead silence. She sat for a moment wondering if Maggie only turned off the music, but then she heard a faint static hiss followed by a beep that told her that Maggie had ended the call.

  Serena sat there in a daze, not knowing if she should call her back or let her cool off for a while. Maggie was usually so easy going, and she hadn’t expected her to react this way at all, but she also hadn’t realized that Maggie had feelings for Shane. She felt so much shame and embarrassment, and all she wanted to do was be in Hani's arms. When she was in his arms, nothing else mattered, and she needed so badly to be with him right then.

  She didn't know how she would explain what happened between her and Maggie and not damage Hani’s opinion of her. Even if he knew she was not pure and innocent, he saw only the sweetness in her and Serena didn’t want anything to jeopardize their relationship. Things happened quickly between them that first day in the hotel suite, so Hani knew that she had been with other men, but Serena didn't want him to think she was a tramp or to think any less of her at all. She didn't want anything to change, and she began to cry as she felt everything in her world fall apart.

  She grabbed her keys and took off, driving to Hani's suite at the Fairchild. Even if he was still at the office and she couldn't be with him, she needed to be near his things. She wanted to seek refuge in his bed where they made love so many times; she wanted to bury her face in clothes that he had worn, just so she could have his scent near her. She knew he had a meeting that afternoon with an important client, so she didn't want to call or text him to interrupt business, but with him was the only place where anything made sense.

  She pulled into a parking space, not caring if she was crooked or straight or half way over the line, and since it was mid-afternoon, the lot was full and she had to park far from the front door. She ran as fast as she could across the parking lot, cut across the grass, and threw herself full force into the glass door and into the lobby, where she leaned against the wall for a moment to catch her breath and try to stop her body from shaking. The girl at the front desk looked up startled and asked Serena if she was ok. She asked if she needed to use the courtesy phone, but Serena didn’t answer her and hurried to the elevator, which was closing just as she got there. She stuck her hand between the closing doors, and they started to slide back open only to immediately snap closed.

  Serena slammed her hand on the button again and anxiously waited for the next elevator. She pushed past a couple of men in business suits who were stepping out and entered the elevator, pushing the button for Hani’s floor five times as if it would make it move faster. Her heart was pounding, and it felt like the longest elevator ride in history, and she wondered if it would ever reach suite level. The elevator was empty, so all she could hear was the buzz of the fluorescent light above her and the hum of the elevator ascending.

  She finally reached Hani's floor and darted out of as soon as the doors started to open and ran down the hall. She turned the corner to
go to his suite and saw a pile of luggage in the hallway. She was confused but was in too much of a hurry to care and thought they must belong to the next suite down, so she pulled out the key card that Hani had given her and let herself in as she did many times before when she met him after class.

  “Hani...Hani.....baby? Are you here?” Serena called as she entered the room but was met with silence. She hoped on the off chance that his meeting had been cancelled and he would be home.

  She dropped her keys on the side table and kicked off her shoes. She threw herself onto the sofa with a heavy sigh and let herself sink into the overstuffed cushions. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply a few times, letting it out slowly, trying to calm herself. She sat quietly for a minute until she heard a woman's voice.

  “Hello? Is someone there?” the woman's voice called from inside the bedroom.

  Serena thought a housekeeper must be in fixing the bed that they had left a mess that morning and felt like her privacy had been invaded, but she guessed that was her job, to let herself in and do what she had to do. She opened her eyes and turned, expecting to see someone in a hotel uniform standing there in the suite.

  Instead, she opened her eyes to see an attractive woman with large dark eyes and olive skin, dressed in an ornately embroidered aubergine abaya that nearly reached the floor. Her paisley hijab was wrapped tightly, covering her hair and draping over her shoulders in the same rich tone as her clothing, and the gold in the scarf coordinated with the several gold bracelets and rings that she wore. She was shocked not only by the unexpected appearance of this strange woman but also struck by her beauty and style as she stood in front of her.

  Neither of them spoke, and Serena guessed that she had taken the woman by surprise as much as she did her. She slowly rose with her mind racing to assess the situation: Who was this woman? Was she supposed to be there? Did she break in? Serena was holding her cell phone and wondered if she should call hotel security to report an intruder. The woman simply stood quietly, her eyes boring into Serena and probably wondering the same things that she was.