Freshman: A First Time Novel

by Madison Faye

  It felt like my orgasm would never end, as rope after thick rope of cum filled her young pussy, so much so that it started to leak out from where we met and trickle down her thighs.

  Slowly, the three of us ground to a halt, until we slowly came apart before crashing together in a heap in the blankets. I sucked in air, catching my breath as I leaned back again my couch with Anna curling into me on one side and Christina on the other, the three of us silent in the glow of the room.

  “Holy shit,” Anna finally moaned out, leaning into me and dropping her forehead to my chest. “Thank you,” she whispered as she looked up into my eyes. She turned them Christina. “I love you, you know, and-” she bit her lip as she brought her gaze back to me, and I leaned down to kiss her, silencing her.

  “Let’s save saying that one, honey,” I said quietly, nuzzling her neck. “But just so you know, the feeling is mutual.” She grinned and kissed me, before I turned back to Christina.

  “So, is this crazy?” She grinned and shook her head. “I mean, trying whatever we’re saying we’re going to try here?”

  “Oh, without question,” I said with a laugh, before I brought hand down to her belly. “But we’re going to make this work.”

  “All of us,” Anna added from my other side, reaching across to slip her hand into Christina’s.

  “Besides,” I shrugged. “Anything less than crazy is just boring, right?”

  “My parents are going to kill you, you know.”

  Anna giggle. “Mine too, but they might kill me first.”

  I barked out a laugh. “And that’s the music we’ll face tomorrow.

  Because right then, everything was perfect.

  Epilogue

  Anna

  “Oh my fucking God, you did not start without me.”

  I stuck my tongue out at Christina standing in the doorway of our bedroom, before my face crumpled in pleasure as Tyler drove in deep from behind. His thick cock pumped me full, jolting my body forward and making my eyes roll in pleasure as he hit that perfect spot inside.

  “Fuck, right there!” I moaned, arching my back and pushing back at him before I dragged my eyes back to Christina. She rolled her eyes at me as she padded into the room, letting the robe she wore drop to the floor at her feet.

  God she was beautiful. I mean, my friend had always been gorgeous, but she’d looked like this glowing goddess after the baby had been born four months before.

  She moved in front of me and leaned in to slip her tongue into my mouth, and I moaned as Tyler’s cock slid in deep from behind. “I mean I go to pump for ten minutes and you two can’t even wait, huh?”

  I bit my lip and shook my head, grinning as the pleasure rolled through me.

  Tyler groaned. “Hey, we were going to wait, but then this one bent over and stuck that little ass of hers in the air.”

  “Oh, and you’re helpless to resist, is that it?” Christina said, pulling away from my mouth and sliding onto the bed.

  “Totally helpless,” Tyler groaned, reached past me to run a hand over her thigh.

  Oh, right, welcome to a typical Wednesday at the Weaver-Ames-Riley household.

  It’d been four years since that night in the rain, when everything had come crashing together like lightning between the three of us. Four years later, and here we were.

  Telling our parents wasn’t easy, I’ll say that. There’d been talk of filing charges, and calling the police, and all of that. And honestly, if it’d just been me, I’d have broken. Even having just Christina there, or just Tyler wouldn’t have done.

  It was all three of us, together, that made it work. And there’s no way I would have survived those first few days or weeks without both of them there, and vice versa. And in the end, it worked out.

  It was the baby that’d calmed everyone down, strangely. You’d have thought there would be only one way the “hey neighbors, I’m dating both your daughters” could get any worse would be to add a “p.s., one of them’s pregnant” in there. But somehow, instead of going nuclear, the news had brought a little bit of perspective.

  Yeah, Bob and Helen flipped, but they got it. They saw how good Tyler was with Christina, and they saw how much he wanted the baby girl they ended up having.

  The rest of it? Well…it’s a bit complicated.

  Officially, they’re the couple and I’m their live-in babysitter. But Christina’s told her parents about being bi, and so have I, and well, I think they all put it together even if no one says anything. And honestly with the love the three of us have and how evident it is, I really don’t think any of them cared, even if they were a little confused by the arrangement.

  Christina and I went back to school after that, and Tyler pretty quickly decided to make the move with us.

  “Hey, it’ll save on train-fare right?”

  The three of us moved into this townhouse not long after that.

  Tyler decided to finally pull the trigger about expanding the label and really taking on some serious bands. He found a great space in Boston and made the move, and it’s doing great. Christina had our daughter - yes, all three “our” - the summer before sophomore year, but we both still graduated. I should mention that she also walked across the graduation stage with 7-month bump on our second, also a girl.

  Poor Tyler, surrounded by girls.

  I’d like to say we both ease his pain.

  It’s a weird and awesome dynamic we all have too. Tyler and I got a lot closer as Christina got closer to due date. At first, even after I’d slept wit him that night, I wondered if I was really just gay. After all, I’d never had any real interest in boys, and it went without saying that I was head over heals for Christina.

  But I wasn’t, evidently. Because as it turns out, I was just waiting for the right man, and the right bizarre situation. And I love him too, as it also turns out. And I love her, and we all love each other.

  It’s a sickening amount of love, really.

  It’s unorthodox, but it works. We’re a team. It’s our won weird little happy ending, and I couldn’t ask for more.

  “Baby okay?” I murmured as she ran her hands over my body.

  “Just went done, if we can manage to keep it down this time,” she winked at Tyler over my shoulder.

  “Says the screamer,” he said with a low laugh.

  “Don’t make me come over there, mister.”

  I moaned as she started to slide underneath me, her mouth trailing down my body.

  “Jesus, I hope I look half as good as you three fucking months after mine,” I muttered as I eyed her incredible body as it slid against mine.

  “I’ll make sure you get plenty of exercise, gorgeous,” she murmured, kissing me fiercely before she started to flip around beneath me. She ran her hands over my belly. I was nowhere near showing yet, but…well, I would be.

  Oh, right, I’m having our third. Surprise?

  I moaned as Christina slid beneath me, her mouth trailing down my body until I cried out when her wicked tongue found my clit. Tyler growled behind me, his cock swelling inside of me as I felt Christina’s mouth on my clit and his cock where we joined. I leaned down, cooing as I let my tongue slip through her wet folds, and she moaned into me as I did.

  This was us, this was our life. The three of us joined on every level. We had love, we had children, and we had our lives together to explore it all. And there in that bed that evening, as we moved towards our climax as one, I knew this is exactly where we were all supposed to be. This was how we were supposed to end up. The hell with how things “should” be, or what people say.

  We had love, and each other, and that’s all that mattered.

  The End

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  Legal: A First Time Novel

  Madison Faye

  Professor: A First Time Novel

  She’s supposed to be untouchable. But I’ve had a taste of the forbidden fruit
, and now I just want more...

  She’s the girl from my freshman lecture - my perfect, straight-A pupil and the one I shouldn’t even be looking at much less having these kind of thoughts about. No woman has ever made me feel this way, like I’m going out of my mind with raw need for her. I know the rules, and I know she’s half my age, but I don’t give a f*ck.

  Because I’m going claim her. I’m gonna be her first, and I’m going to breed her until everyone knows she’s MINE.

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  Madison Faye is the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the outside, there’s nothing but hot, streamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right beneath the surface!

  Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories. Single-minded alpha hero, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is the place for you!

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  Chapter 1:

  Chelsea

  I wanted Jake Harding before I even really knew what "wanting" something like that meant. I mean, what wasn't there to want about him? He was charming, and rugged in that manly way you only read in books or saw in movies, and he always had something nice to say to me, even at my dorkiest, nerdiest phase. He was also incredibly handsome with dark eyes, that strong jaw and totally dreamy smile. I think I knew a man like Mr. Harding was “sexy” before I even know what sexy was; I knew he stirred something inside of me, even if I didn’t quite know what that something was.

  Ok, at twenty-five years my senior, and married, and our next door neighbor, and my best friends with my parents, it was hardly a feasible match; not by a freaking mile.

  But I couldn't help what I felt. And what started as our names written on the covers of notebooks and childishly flighty daydreams quickly turned into something much more adult and much more longing as I got older. And by the time I was eighteen and senior and getting ready to leave home for the first time, I was barely able to talk around him he got me so tongue tied and flustered.

  I'd watch him, biting my lip with bated breath as he peeled his t-shirt off his sweaty and muscled torso after mowing the lawn. I'd let my eyes wander over every inch of his rugged chest, and imagine those big strong arms of his - still muscled from years of playing football back in the Navy with my dad - picking me up, instead of that bag full of grass clippings.

  Sure, I flirted, in that geeky, bumbling and inexperienced way that girls do before we really know what the hell we're doing. But it obviously never led to anything in the slightest bit. To Mr. Harding, I was just that gawky girl from next door; his buddy's daughter with braces and a bizarre way of blushing and stumbling over her words.

  But still, the seed was there, and as senior year turned into summer, that burning feeling of need and want got stronger and stronger the closer I got to leaving for college.

  *****

  We’d moved a lot when I was a kid, with my father being a navy doctor. And being that a lot of those moves were overseas, by the time they got back to the States and stuck me into more regular schooling, I was stuck somewhere between two grades. The school decided that it was better for me to be on the older and more prepared side than the younger and playing constant catch-up side, so I was placed into 8th rather than 9th grade, which was also good because it gave me another year to acclimate to being a kid in the States and not living on a Naval base before I jumped into high school the next year.

  It was late August that last summer at home, the night of my nineteenth birthday and just two weeks before I'd be on my way to school. That’s the night when that first event occurred that would quickly push me down the path to what happened later. Yes, I'd wanted Jake for years, but when I look back, I know it was what I heard, and then what I saw that night that turned me from curious and fantasizing to flat out pining determination.

  I remember the night was hot and sticky in that muggy way only Florida can get. We had an AC unit in our living room back then, but my parents being the conservationist sticklers that they were, we were stuck with only fans in our bedrooms for those long hot nights.

  I tossed and turned that evening, kicking off even the thin sheet from my sweat-sheened body and even yanking my tank-top off before lying back in just my panties trying to get comfortable in the heat.

  Part of it, besides the temperature, was that I had Jake Harding on the brain bad that night. My parents had thrown me a big BBQ cookout in the backyard by the pool to celebrate my birthday that night. I'd invited a couple friends, but mostly it'd just been my mom, dad, and younger brother, and of course the Hardings from next door.

  I suppose it’s worth reiterating one teeny little detail here that Jake was not only much older - scandalously older, really- , and friends with my parents, but also very much married. But Lenore, his wife, was always a little frosty I thought, and it wasn't just because I had the hots for her husband. They were one of those couples that just didn’t make sense to anyone. My dad had once let something slip about how Lenore’s father had given Jake a pretty great job after the Navy, before he started working for himself as college football scout, but my mom had hushed him after that, saying we had better things to do than pry into that.

  Well, she might have, but understanding what Jake found appealing about women was something I was very much interested in.

  Anyways, that night at the BBQ, she’d seemed extra standoffish; giving me only the smallest of cold smiles as she wished me a happy birthday.

  Jake meanwhile had given me the best present I could have never actually asked for, which was part of the reason I was lying awake like this now, so late in the evening. When they'd walked over from their yard to ours for the party, he'd dropped a nicely wrapped gift on the picnic table, and then come over and picked me up in a big bear-hug! I'd about died right there as he'd swung me around, those big strong arms holding me tightly to his muscled body and making me squeal as he chuckled.

  "How the hell did you get so big, Chelsea?" He’d said, grinning broadly at me at he set my trembling, blushing body back on the ground.

  "Jake!" Lenore had rolled her eyes and smacked him in the arm. "You don't call girls 'big'. And watch your language!"

  He'd rolled his eyes at my furiously blushing face. “Oh, heck, you know what I mean Chelsea. You grew up! And now you're heading off to college! Man, where does the time go?" He'd pushed his hand up through his thick brown hair, flashing me that handsome grin that got me hot all over. “Besides, Lenore, she knows I'm not calling her big." He'd looked at me with that melting smile across his jaw. “You know you're going to be a little heart breaker at school, don't you Chelsea?"

  Chapter 2:

  Chelsea