Secret Maggie

by KT Morrison

  She whispered, “That’s it though, I mean it. Okay?”

  “Okay. I want you to know you can take this, that’s all.”

  “Okay.”

  “You’re taking it.”

  “I am,” she giggled. “It doesn’t hurt.”

  “I told you.”

  “Does Max have...does he have a small dick?”

  “Maggie, don’t ask that.”

  “Sorry.”

  “Max is my buddy.”

  “He’s my fiancé.”

  “His cock is normal, I guess. What do I know? I have no experience with cocks. You’re supposed to know.”

  “I don’t. Don’t you see them all the time...you know...in locker rooms?”

  “Not hard, Maggie. And I don’t look. I don’t want to talk about Max’s dick.”

  “Okay.”

  “I’m going deeper. That okay?”

  “Yeah, okay,” she gasped.

  He slid himself more deeply inside her and there was little pain. Just a high stretching note that was also distinctly pleasurable. She didn’t know how much of his thing was inside her body but she knew she felt his pubic hair tickling at her sensitive butt cheeks.

  “Are you all the way in?” she whispered, curious.

  “No, but pretty close. I told you it was no big deal. I figured it was uncomfortable because Max was there. When you stiffened up, and like, rejected it, Max supported that. Helped you away from something I knew you could do and would feel good. You think he’d ever let us be alone?”

  “We are alone.”

  “I mean to have sex, Maggie. You know what I mean. Sometime I’d like to go real slow with you. Take my time. Do you think we could do that?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Would Max be okay with that?”

  “You could ask him.”

  He laughed, said, “You should ask him.”

  “I think he would want to be there.”

  “He’s not here now.”

  She said, “We’re not having sex, Cole. Not really.”

  “We’re not. You’re right. Just teaching each other.”

  “What am I teaching you?”

  “I want to find out what you like. Move around on me. Show me. Show me what feels good...”

  “I don’t...think I should...”

  “I think that’s what you like about it. I think—”

  She whispered, “Cole, don’t...”

  “You don’t want this to feel good, Margaret?”

  She gasped, her hands turned to fists and she strained at the cloth that bound her. A glowing bed of coals began in her belly. Desire. A furnace of badness. “Ah, don’t...don’t call me Margaret right now...”

  “Don’t you want it to feel good?”

  “I do...”

  “Show me. Show me what feels good...”

  “I don’t think we should have sex...”

  “It’s not sex. It’s like homework. You’re a good student. Show me, Margaret. Show me what you like...”

  Her breaths came steadily, so as not to stoke her coals, her lips pulled in and she focused. Focused on his big hard column he’d put up inside her. Put it in a bad place, not her sex place. Focused on the pleasure that brought to her anyway. Her hips swiveled minutely, the muscles of her ass flexing in undulating waves. She found what felt good. She sculpted the shape of his glorious cock with her insides, gripped it with her rectum, pinched it with her sphincter, found how his swollen glans brought her deep pleasure. She worked a pattern, worked a groove, right cheek flex, hip dip, swoop up and to the left, repeat. She did that and the pleasure came. Her heart was slamming around crazily in her chest like an off-kilter washing machine.

  Cole groaned, squeezed her shoulder, said, “Are you drawing a J?”

  She pictured it, the way her hips swayed. “Yeah,” she gasped. “Does it feel good for you?”

  “You feel amazing,” he said. “You see how you’re relaxing?”

  “Yeah,” she agreed.

  “Yeah, it’s no big deal, Maggie. Nice and easy.” His hand came around and lightly stroked her belly and he got it fluttering. It made her tighten up on his cock.

  “Ah,” he sighed, “mm, that feels good on me.” His touch was so light and delicate, thrumming her from below her belly button to her ribs. “Nice and easy now, feel it slide in you. That’s you, not me. I’m not doing that. I want to know what you like...”

  “It feels good,” she sighed. Her eyes had closed again and she bit her lip. Her mind’s eye was focused on the tight wet ring of her sphincter and the tickle as it slipped along her friend’s thick cock, could feel the squiggle of his veins as they were pressed by her tightness.

  His hand was gone from her tummy and she hadn’t noticed until she became aware that it was working at something else. He was moving around, digging under the pillow. When it came back she saw he was holding something.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “Shh-sh,” he shushed her. Now she could see it was a long bullet-nose plastic column in bright sky-blue. He gripped it and his fingers worked a button near the base. A vibrator.

  “Oh Cole...” she said, a worried feeling crossing her, like this was going to be going a little too far.

  He got it humming, a very quiet model, barely audible, a tiny high-powered and well-greased little battery operated motor in it. His hand grasped her thigh, up high where it met her hip. Her head nodded down and watched the hand as it slid low and lower until he gripped her knee. The vibrator hummed. Her knee was lifted, an easy motion, and while she resisted it was marginal and her legs were eased open, her pussy bared. His hand went up and down her inner thigh and he got her moaning. “Cole, I don’t think...we can’t...”

  “I want you to know what it can be like, Maggie, I want you to relax. Promise me you’ll relax,” he whispered. The vibrator touched her and she jumped, her ass gripped his cock tightly.

  “No, Cole, that’s dirty. You’ve touched other girls with it...”

  “No, I haven’t. I bought this one for you, Maggie. I swear. Check my garbage you’ll find the box.”

  Her face contorted by the trouble that was brewing here. This was definitely forbidden. But the vibrator persisted and she let him explore her. Cole moved the buzzing tip of the vibrator along her swollen labia, felt that it slipped right along her. Maybe her own wetness, she was definitely aroused, but also maybe some of the Vaseline spreading between her legs. Whatever the method of the lubrication, the touch of that humming dildo was peeling her scalp back. Her mouth had fallen open and she ached to hold his wrist and guide his hand to where she wanted it. Her hands tugged at their binding and her back arched. That squeezed his cock, and it slipped inside her deeply.

  “Oh fuck,” she laughed.

  “Maggie likes it?”

  “Mm-hmm,” she hummed while she sucked her own lips. Her hips resumed their J pattern, her haunches flexed and her ass gulped up and down at Cole’s magnificent size. He didn’t hurt anymore. He didn’t even feel uncomfortable. Now all she could think about was the pleasure from the dildo, the buzzing, the tingle, the vibrations that sent unbelievable bolts of pleasure through her. She began to bounce and buck, her tummy chugging. She laughed again. Closed her eyes more tightly and ignored the brightness of the room, ignored that she was doing this with her best friend and ignored that her Max would be upset by this. Her toes scrunched so tightly they pinched her calf where they were folded over.

  Her lips pouted and she began to groan on her exhale, felt her lips wobbling with the briskness of her exhalation. Oh, she began to softly sigh each time she breathed out. Cole stayed quiet and she was thankful. She could believe this wasn’t sexual if he stayed quiet. This was homework. This was two friends learning about their new lifestyle and just like Max and Cole went to the gym this was her and Cole bettering themselves. Building themselves up so when they next performed they would be better. It wasn’t sex. It was just exploring.

  So she worked on t
he dildo. Clenched her eyes so tightly shut her brow must have been furrowed with lines. But she could feel her orgasm and she just had to find it now, her arms going out in the dark, blindly hoping to bump into it. But the more her hips worked and the more Cole stroked her with the bright blue vibrator, the more that orgasm glowed. She could sense it now, moved herself nearer to it. Her breaths came quicker and quicker, her hips moved with rising intensity. She began to moan and form words of encouragement. She could see it now, her orgasm, its glow rising to a spark and she ran to it, didn’t want to lose it again.

  “Ah shit, ah shit,” she cried out, her back humping out and thumping Cole’s chest. Her legs slapped together, collapsing and squeezing, knocking the dildo into the sheets somewhere where it continued its mechanical hum. She tightened right up, her knees pressing tight, her mouth open in a silent blind scream, and as she came long and hard her ass slowly lifted along Cole’s shaft and she felt the swollen knot of his cock head dragging out to her sphincter and now she cried out again as another orgasm tore at her while the first one had mildly subsided.

  “Oh,” she cried, then thrashed and Cole’s arm went around her chest and he hugged her, tried to keep her still. Her elbows thrust toward her tummy, her wrists catching on her binding and pinching her. She tightened every muscle in her body and she writhed against Cole, felt his cock sliding in her and right now she swore it felt like twice the size when he put it in her. She coughed. She coughed and it turned to a laugh as she came out of it. Cole still held her and they began to fade, began to settle into the mattress again. She slumped, breathing heavy and hoarse, a giggle emerging from her and Cole kissed her shoulder.

  “There,” he said. “You got the hang of it.”

  The vibrator hummed in the sheets and she looked down her body. Saw her nipples in stretched pink buds, her belly heaving in and out, a sweaty sheen on her. Her sex was wet and shining as well, her thighs pressed together in a damp seam. Cole’s hand was on her waist, she felt his cock in her ass and her pleasure was ruined by a sudden rising remorse. She knew better. What the fuck was that? That was sex.

  “Can you untie me,” she whispered. Her head slumped on her arm and her eyes flicked left and right, she chewed the corner of her mouth.

  Cole’s hand gripped her at the bend of her hip and thigh, and he drew his cock out of her. A cold blast entered her. A stinging cold, and she tried to squeeze her butthole but it didn’t respond. She hissed mildly and he kissed her shoulder again. Then his hands were moving above them, she felt her wrists being tugged as he unwound the satiny cloth that he’d tied her with. She felt shame over that as well. Letting herself be tied. Max would be devastated. She squeezed wet from her eye and blinked it away.

  5

  Imitation

  Wednesday, October 4th

  Cole got off the bed and he was moving around his room but she still stared at the wall. He bounced back next to her in a moment and she felt a dry and scratchy towel wiping at her back. He went up and down her waist, where he’d touched her with his Vaseline-coated cock. Then he wiped her crack and she opened her legs with the help of his guiding hand and he rubbed the towel over her sex.

  She soothed her wrists now, shaking her head and coming out of her sadness. She wouldn’t burden Cole with regret and woe, he didn’t need that. No guy likes drama.

  Her hands went between her legs and she took over for him, taking a corner of the towel and wiping her sex and the inside of her thighs until they were relatively clean. He did his own cleanup as well, she was aware of him bundling the towel around his erection and rubbing it. When she rolled to face him, he sat up higher on his pillow, put one knee up, the towel covering his hardness.

  “There, see,” he said. “I don’t know...if you resist it, it makes a barrier...” he was attempting charm but there was an uncomfortable manner to his speech.

  “Yeah, I know,” she said.

  “So, now, next time...”

  “Yeah, I’ll be more open.”

  Their conversation was stunted and awkward, vaguely administrative somehow. The two of them loved to laugh but treating their ridiculous act they’d just performed like it had educational merit. Afraid that laughing now, in post-coital regret, they would together discern the badness in what they had done. Maybe just like her, Cole felt guilty about coercing his best friend’s girlfriend into a sexual act.

  They made lingering eye contact and it was like each of them wanted to say something first. She was even with his chest, his head was cocked forward, leaning his shoulders back against the pillow pressed to the headboard. She was naked, on her side and she gathered up a sheet from under his duvet and tucked it around her chest, the whole while still blankly darting her eyes over his. She broke away first and she bowed her head until her clammy forehead came to rest on the warm skin of his chest.

  Without looking at him her spirits were raised. She said, almost to herself but wanted him to hear, “Why did I let you do that? That was so stupid.”

  He said nothing but he held his breath. She shook her head back and forth, the pivot point where she rested her brow on him. He began to laugh. He tried to stop himself but it made him twitch and it bounced her head.

  She laughed too, light exhalatory bursts from her nose. With that, he laughed freely, not guffaws, just a joyful chuckle. She raised her face to him again, saw his handsome gaze lowered to her, a lopsided smile narrowing his eyes.

  She made a dumb face, her eyebrows tenting glumly. “A bet’s a bet, Maggie,” she repeated, imitating his words to her but lowering it to an oafish mumble.

  Now he laughed out loudly and covered his face with both his hands, continuing the laugh into them. She thumped her forehead against him. When he regained his composure he returned her gaze, looked in her eyes, said, “It wasn’t that hard to convince you. Strip Mortal Kombat? ...”

  She shied away, but let him see her smiling.

  “Are we going to tell Max?” he asked her.

  “I don’t know now. I don’t know how I’d explain it. It’s so stupid. We played a strip game and I lost a bet. It’s ludicrous. He’d like it better if I told him I just asked you to do it.”

  “Tell him that.”

  “I don’t want to lie.”

  “We don’t need to tell him at all.”

  “You wouldn’t feel bad about that?”

  He inhaled deeply and looked across the room, down to the foot of the bed. “I would, I guess. But...what’s the point?”

  “In telling him? He doesn’t want to be excluded. It would hurt him.”

  He didn’t answer her, eyes cast again now in deep thought toward the door to the hall. After a while he said, “You and Max...you’re doing this for you?”

  Her chin planted in his muscle and she looked in his eyes, then lightly nodded.

  “What does Max want?”

  She shrugged now. “I don’t know. He wants me to not be curious.”

  “He wants you to have experience?”

  “Yeah.”

  “He gets off on this?”

  That was true. She knew that was true but she didn’t feel right admitting that. That was personal and it belonged to her and Max. Her mouth worked around while Cole’s eyes stayed on hers and she admitted, “He doesn’t hate it.”

  He thought a while again, she watched his eyes dart around while his mind worked away. “You’ve got ten months until your wedding. You want to have experiences in that time... You’ll never cheat on Max?”

  “When we’re married? Never.”

  “You’ve never cheated?”

  “With who?” she laughed.

  “Honestly?” he said, fixing her with a serious gaze.

  She thought of her afternoons with Jay. Of having a handsome young dude in her room, having him strip naked in the daylight so she could draw him. Fooling herself as much as Cole might be fooling himself tonight. Rationalizing away sexual desire for the greater good, whether it was the Arts or easing a naïve young woman into accomm
odating anal sex.

  “No,” she said, firmly, “I’ve never cheated.”

  “So you’ll never have a fling? Never have a wild affair?”

  She smirked, cocked an eyebrow at him, “No. Why? What are you getting at?”

  “Sneaking around and having wild sex when you shouldn’t might be one of the hottest things you’ll ever experience.”

  “Oh brother,” she laughed.

  “It’s true. Driven by passion and lust, wild forbidden sex. The fear of being discovered but just having to do it anyway...”

  “You want me to cheat on Max?”

  “It wouldn’t be cheating.”

  “It would hurt him.”

  “If he wants you to do the things you won’t do when you’re married...” he let the rest hang in the air.

  “But it would be cheating, and if Max...”

  “Hold on,” he said with a smile. He eased her chin off him, and slipped out of the bed. She watched as he went across the room, completely naked. His ass was round and firm, perfect. His body wasn’t as muscular as Jay but somehow that was more endearing, less intimidating. He still had a beautiful body. Thin and lean, narrow hipped but with wide and round shoulders and big muscular arms. As he made his way to his pants she could see the end of his cock stiffly bobbing, still upright and still eager. He went through the pocket of his pants and he returned with his iPhone, slipped back into bed with her and she rested her chin on him again.

  “Now… Sit up,” he said. “Cover yourself.” He motioned like he was pulling a jacket on. She rose to sit cross-legged next to him, shrouded herself in their shared bed sheet.

  “Don’t look so sour,” he laughed, holding his phone up and filming her, watching her in the view screen.

  “What are you doing?” she asked and she put her hand out to cover the phone.

  “Seriously. Legal inculpability. Now, sit up straight.”

  She sat up straight, tucked both arms back under her sheet, sitting and eyeing him like a dubious monk.

  “Repeat after me.”