Secret Maggie

by KT Morrison

  “Max, I love you too,” she said.

  And she did. That was what made her awful indiscretion so exciting. She cared what he thought. She didn’t want to hurt him. But she wanted Cole. She wanted him so bad. She’d wanted to make love with Cole tonight (no, fuck, Maggie, you wanted to fuck Cole) that she was left unfulfilled and aching. By not fucking him, she had created an illness in her body. She needed him.

  Then, confronted by innocent Max, it was like his love was a mirror and it was reflecting her lugubrious hidden truth back at her. And while she was horrified by the image, she was also driven wild by it. In that image she was naked, Cole was naked, and their heaving bodies banged against one another and her hair tangled, and her nails raked...

  When Max wanted to go down on her, she panicked. He would smell the Vaseline. He would smell Cole. Her man would smell another man. Her infidelity would be discovered. And while she was relatively blameless, the notion that she would have another man’s smell on her and it would have to be kept hidden was...exciting. And what if he were to remove her top? Would he see the frosted glaze on her chest? ...The shine of another man’s sexual product. The notion, even now, had an intoxicating air. The fear of being discovered was so thrilling, so intense, that sex with Max had given her a screaming orgasm.

  “I’m okay, you know? I mean, we’re okay...”

  Max said, “We are?”

  She looked up to his eyes and wiggled herself against him. “I mean it. I really do love you. This wouldn’t be as much fun without you.”

  “As much fun,” he said worriedly.

  “You know what I mean.”

  “It sounds like it would be something you would do without me...”

  “Have sex with other men? If you and I weren’t together? Yeah, I would, Max. And it would be fun.”

  He groaned quietly but painfully and his eyes narrowed with a frown.

  “What?” she said. “I’m saying I like having you with me...” She ran her hand around his belly button in clockwise circles.

  “Maggie... Did you really not...did you have sex with Cole tonight?”

  “Wait... What we did at my house was incredible, Max. I love that we’re doing this together, I love that we’re doing it with Cole too.”

  His hand moved to her shoulder and he held her. “You were alone with him tonight...”

  They held each other’s gaze and she kept her expression even. There was a yearning there in his eyes, and she could sense it in the tension in his grip on her shoulder. She broke away, lowered her eyes to consider him.

  “Someone’s getting aroused,” she whispered. Max had grown hard again. Hadn’t even managed to go down really but his renewed swelling was evident. His cock poked out straight and true and red and pulsing. He was completely, fully and gloriously erect. Her badness aroused him. She did this to him.

  She put a fingertip on his hole and pressed down. His stiffness was striking. Max watched her hand work, watched her test his magnificent hardness, watched her explore her man with just the point of her finger. She went around his corona and he groaned. She tickled it under its narrow chin. Down his cable, his corpus spongiosum, then over his tight scrotum, scrutinizing the shape of his testicles in their sticky hairy bag.

  “Did you do something or not, Maggie?”

  “Your hard little cock tells me you wanted me to.”

  “It’s not little, Maggie, come on...”

  She shrugged, looked in his eyes, saw she had his complete attention. “Compared to my other men, you’re small.”

  His mouth worked around. His expression didn’t grow in anger; if anything, it softened. Attuned to her words, seemingly eager for more, his eyes stayed on hers.

  “You’ve seen both my lovers. Their cocks are magnificent.”

  He bit his lip. She wrapped her grip on his aching hardness and watched his eyes narrow. He was steely, hot; its pulse fluttered in her hand. She stroked him.

  His hand pushed her shoulder and he held her gently, getting her attention and looking in her eyes.

  “Maggie, honestly... Did you do something?”

  “You tell me, Maxy. You’re my lover, you’re my man...you tell me. Look in my eyes and tell me what you see.”

  He stared into her while she slowly jerked his cock, giving him a light and caring grip. After a while, he said weakly, “I don’t know, Maggie. Just tell me...”

  “You tell me. If it’s not in my eyes, maybe it’s somewhere else...”

  “What do you mean?” he said, his eyebrows going up in the middle.

  She said with a smile, “You think I did something? You think I’m that kind of girl? ...Launch an investigation.”

  He snorted breath through his nose, his smile uncertain, his brow lowered now, eyeing her suspiciously. They lay face to face, sharing a pillow, Max’s hips thrust out to her so she could get a good grip on his erection.

  “When you texted me...”

  “Yeah?” She stroked gently.

  “I saw you. You weren’t in the North quad. You said you were.”

  “Uh-oh,” she said, a cocky grin on her lips, performing for him, attuning to him, gaging her lover through his beautiful eyes and the hardness in her hand. A feeling of guilt washed up but she didn’t hate it. His cock told her she didn’t need to hate it. She was being careful with him, walking carefully through his sexual minefield. She wanted to caress his hurt not wield it like a weapon.

  “What do you mean Uh-oh? ...What does that mean?”

  “Don’t stop...look in my eyes, Max.”

  “Did you...you lied. You were with Cole...”

  “You knew I was with Cole.”

  “You were with him.”

  “I told you I wasn’t with him.”

  “Then what are you saying?”

  “I’m not saying anything. You’re doing all the talking. What do you think I did?”

  “You fucked him.”

  “I told you I didn’t.”

  “Sucked him?” His voice was tight and worried. Had she sucked him again? He’d sat mutely on her beach last weekend and did nothing to prevent her from sucking their Best Man’s cock. He wanted it to happen, but he hated himself for it.

  His cock went slick and she looked down to see it shining wetly again, pumping out a flux of clear lubricating excitement, her poor boy’s distress somehow deeply connected with his sexuality. He was handsome and he was smart and she loved him but something in him was excited by her badness and a certain slippery fear that he seemed to crave.

  “I wanted to, but no...”

  “Why did you text me...and say...”

  “I’m a liar.”

  “Why?”

  “You’ll never know.”

  “Come on Maggie, seriously...”

  “We were planning a surprise party...”

  “It’s not funny...”

  “Tell me, Max... Tell me your worst fear. I want to know what the worst thing is...”

  “I don’t know...” he murmured, but she saw in those eyes that he did know. She also saw that he would tell her. That dark shadow in him wanted her to know. It was a little timid, but if she rubbed his slippery cock a little she could get it to spill the beans.

  “Tell me, Max...tell me... What were you afraid we were doing...fucking? ...Worse? Tell me your fears, Maxy...”

  “Fucking...leaving me out...laughing at me behind my back. Lying to me...”

  “Am I lying?”

  “You lied about where you were...”

  “Was I...bad?”

  “Were you?”

  She let her hand off him. His cock wagged stiffly, glistening with his precum.

  “Was I bad, Max?” she said, emphasizing her words to him, looking fiercely in his eyes as she rolled away and lay on her back and drew her knees up.

  He watched her with befuddlement. He looked up and down her body and she tingled with anticipation... She could be discovered. Her bad secrets could be revealed! She writhed in the sheets. Max p
ursed his lips and chewed the inside of his mouth. He raised up on an elbow and her heart began to race.

  His hand rested across her bare leg, curling lightly over and his fingertips pressing in the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. A cat-like groan escaped her and it was a surprise. Her legs worked up and down, her bare soles sliding along the sheets while he handled her so close to her sex. She watched his face and he was still stricken with puzzlement but she kept his eye and wanted him to understand.

  “Were you...bad?”

  She sucked her lips into her mouth as he sat up. Got to his knees then and she clamped her thighs together. He walked himself to her feet and he rested his grip on her two knees.

  “Were you bad, Margaret?”

  “Only Cole calls me Margaret, okay?” His features fell, the tension gone, the energy gone, his face looked deflated.

  “Why?” he said.

  “I like it when he says it. I’m your Maggie. Look at me...I’m your Maggie.”

  His mouth forced a grim resolved line and he spread her legs wide.

  “Oh, Max,” she sighed, feeling the rush of her cool dorm room air touch all her hot wet flesh. She was exposed to him, her bare sex, shaved and spread. His eyes were fixed on her, his gaze looking directly on her pink slash. She flexed all her muscles, her hips and glutes flexing and releasing, an enormous...what? Itch? Something building inside her...a profound desire.

  She whispered, “Kiss it.”

  His eyes kept their stare. “It’s a mess.”

  She giggled, softly, breathy. “What does it look like?”

  “A pink oyster, twisted...it’s leaking...”

  “Yeah?” she sighed, high and desperate. “Is it your come?”

  His eyes went to hers now, a slight attitude of worry passing his face. “Is that my come?”

  She whispered, “Taste it.”

  A tremor passed his jaw, his eyes stayed on hers, but his body began to slump down the bed, his face gradually coming between her legs. He kissed the inside of her thigh and got her quivering. Her hands went down to encourage him, weaving fingers through his hair and running her nails over his scalp. When his lips touched her sex it was like a thump in her belly. It heaved and trembled. His mouth was hot and wet and he made love to her sex. Parting her lips, kissing and running his tongue over her, where she’d been dirtied, not caring if the semen leaking from her might be mixed with his best friend’s. So turned on right now, turned on by her, that he would put his mouth to her defilement.

  “That’s it, baby,” she cooed. His pace was slow and loving and she ground into him purposefully, syncopating with his movement and his pressure to find the perfect, most thrilling feel to her sopping wet pussy.

  She got his attention, put her hands on his cheeks and held his face, his ears between her fingers—when his eyes met hers she said, “Is that your come?”

  His wet eyes trembled, holding her gaze, he said, “I don’t know.”

  “Come here.”

  She guided him to her mouth and he came up, got on all fours over her, his body heat warming her, his hot hard cock slipping across her flesh. She kissed him. Held his face steady in her hands and locked her mouth on his. He kissed her hungrily and she met it with eager desire. Their mouths twisted and sucked and after a long while, where she sucked all the wet from him, she pulled back and said, “That’s your come. That’s my Max’s come. Cole’s tastes different.”

  “Oh fuck...oh Maggie...” he said and he looked on the verge of going wild.

  “I’m bad.” She grinned for him.

  “You’re so fucking bad,” he gasped. “Why won’t you take your top off?”

  “Don’t make me...”

  “What are you hiding?” he said, rearing up and slipping his hands up her shirt, his warm loving hands coming up to her bra. He explored her breasts, watching her, concerned. He assumed he’d find her without a bra but she was wearing one. She smiled. Hooked his thumbs under the hem of her sweater then, under her shirt, and he peeled them up, slowly revealed her stomach. He kissed her, his eyes on hers. Now he was kissing where Cole had spurted his semen. All over her belly, all up her chest. Max kissed higher, running his tongue around and through her tight little belly button. She caressed his face. He worked higher, licking and suckling.

  “What did you do with him?” he whispered to her.

  “You tell me...”

  “Maggie, stop it...”

  “Do you taste him on my belly?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I didn’t cheat.” Her hand slipped down his bare stomach, watched his face while her hand slid so slow along his tummy, gripped his cock again, renewed her stroking. His head slumped forward. “You’re so hard, Max. You love your bad girl...”

  “I love you.”

  “I love you too.” She slipped her hand up and down him, producing more precum from him, feeling her own wetness rising. “What if I did this for Cole?”

  “Jerk him off?” he groaned, his eyes worried but so narrowed they were almost closed.

  She licked her lips, said, “What if he came all over my stomach and you were kissing me there?”

  “Did you?” he whined.

  “Picture it, picture it for me, Max,” she said, her stroke feathering him at his tip.

  “Maggie, p-please tell me...did you jerk Cole off...”

  “I didn’t cheat, I told you. Maybe I used my hands...that’s not really cheating...”

  “Mm, you made him come?”

  “Yeah, I might have. Not inside me, Max...but I couldn’t keep my hands off your best friend.”

  His legs began to writhe. “Did he make you come?”

  “Yeah, maybe. He makes me come so hard...”

  His eyes sparked now, narrow but intense. “How? Maggie, how did he make you come?”

  She whispered, “That’s private...”

  “Private?”

  “I don’t want to say.”

  “Why not?”

  “You like your bad Maggie, or not?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Maybe we played around a little, maybe we made out, Max. I was as good as I can be but you know how hot your best friend is. You know how good looking he is...”

  “Yeah...”

  “Maybe we just played with each other. Maybe we tried to be good...we love you so much Max but we can’t keep our hands off each other...”

  “Did you?”

  “Maybe, Max...it’s a secret...”

  He stared into her, his expression in a purgatory between pain and pleasure. Part of him horrified at what his girl did behind his back, the other part of him excitingly evident in her soft grip. Max was hard as he could be, harder than she’d ever felt him, she was sure. He was endlessly streaming his precum. She had him trembling and stupefied. His lips trembled.

  “Where’s that smile, Maxy? ...Show me that smile...we’re having fun...”

  His mouth opened to say something, but he only croaked.

  She slowed her luxurious stroking, said, “If you don’t smile, I’ll stop.”

  He forced his lips to a line that crawled into an uneasy and artificial smile.

  “You want this, don’t you?”

  “Yeah...”

  “Do you?” she said again, resuming a full and fast stroke on his shaft, down into his pubic hair, making his balls jiggle.

  “Mm, ah, fuck I do,” he gasped.

  She slowed again, whispered, “Kiss me.”

  Their lips came together and she felt in his soft pouting union a devotion to her. She had what he needed.

  “Max, maybe once Cole and I were kissing...maybe he took his cock out...”

  He moaned and his kiss broke, his forehead pressing to hers. His hips gently thrust against her stroke.

  “And when his cock was out...I couldn’t not put my hand on it...”

  “You couldn't?”

  Her other hand came to his scrotum, gripped his balls and squeezed them carefully. “He’s s
o hot, Max. His body, his face...God, his big cock...”

  “You did it without me?” he gasped.

  “I can’t help it, Max. I’m such a slut.”

  “You are...”

  “You told me.”

  “You are a slut.”

  “That’s it,” she whispered, her fist pumping him with a feathery grip. She kissed his lips, said, “You love your little slut...”

  “I do. I fucking do.”

  She said, “You should keep your eye on her.”

  “I-I...should?”

  “She’s so bad. So hungry. So horny. I wonder what she’s going to do.”

  “Whats sh-she going to do?”

  “She’s going to be bad. Make sure you watch her. She can’t be trusted.”

  Max’s hand came up and he pushed her bunched shirt and sweater higher, hooked a thumb underneath and formed a V, hoisting it above her breast bone.

  “That’s it, Maxy, you want to come on my tummy?”

  “Yeah,” he gasped.

  “You want to come where Cole came?”

  “Did he...did he...come on you?”

  “I stroked that fat cock of his like this and I watched it in my hand, Max, watched his foreskin, watched that big cock head ripple in my fist, Max, he has such a big sexy cock...”

  He sobbed and bucked, thrust his hips, drove his cock in and out of her wet hand. She gripped his balls tightly.

  “Kiss me, Max, kiss me where he came on me, kiss my chest.

  He hunched, crying and sweating, groaning. Her hand pumped him furiously and he leaked over her knuckles. His mouth sucked on her clumsily, he snorted breath through his nose in heaves and starts and for a brief moment she felt pity for him. She felt she had taken him too far. His cock was like an iron column, his arousal complete, but he cried tears on to her skin.

  She kissed the top of his head, stroked him faster, whispered to him, “We don’t laugh at you. We love you. We both love you so much, baby...”

  His hand clutched at her shoulders, his fingertips dug deeply into her, hurting her, bruising her bones. He chugged and jumped, a creak, long and low came from him as his body went tense and immobile. Her belly was abruptly spattered with his hot seed and her grip on him went liquid. She stroked him lovingly and felt his endless cascade on her skin.