by Madison Faye
“He pushed my legs up and held my by the backs of my knees while he pushed in. Fuck, I was so wet for him.”
Anna moaned, and I could feel my pussy throb as I rubbed my clit faster and faster. Yeah, I was thinking about that night, and Mr. Weaver.
But I was also thinking about Anna.
“His balls were so big, and I could feel them slap against my ass when he was fucking me. He was so big, Anna, my...my pussy was so stretched around it when he was sliding in and out.”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Anna started to moan across the room, her hand still rubbing her pussy under her shorts. Her hand pushed up under her tank top, and I moaned as I saw her push it up over her breasts. I’d of course seen my friend naked before, but this was totally different. Changing was one thing, masturbating while I told her about losing my virginity was another story.
Her hand cupped her breasts, her fingers pulling at the nipple as her hips started to buck at her hand. “Oh, fuck, Chris!” She gasped, her eyes still squeezed shut. “I- I think I’m going to-”
“Me too!” I moaned, feeling my own body start to tremble and my toes start to curl.
“Oh fuck-”
“He came right inside me, Anna,” I moaned. “He slid in deep and just shot all his cum inside my pussy.”
“Oh!” With a cry, I knew she was coming. Her face went tight, her brow furrowed in this beautiful look I’d never seen on her before, and her back arched as she gasped for breath. And just like that, I felt myself crash over the edge. I moaned out loud as I came right after her, thinking about Mr. Weaver taking my virginity and watching my friend come.
Slowly, the ringing in my ears subsided, and my pulse slowed a little.
The room was dead silent.
Oh shit.
Slowly, I opened my eyes to see Anna staring right at me, her face as red as I’m sure mine was. Quickly, she pulled her shirt down and yanked her hand out of her shorts before her eyes darted back up to mine.
“I- um.” She swallowed heavily, the blush blooming on her face as she averted her eyes from me.
Nope, no way. I’d been the one to start this, and there was no way I was going to let her feel weird about it. Because right then, I realized it wasn’t; not at all. This was my best friend in the whole world. And all the guilt I’d felt about not telling her or - weirdly enough - not experiencing it with her was suddenly vanishing. Because in telling her about it, and sharing the hot moment we’d just shared together, I sort of felt better about the whole thing.
“Hey-” She looked up at the sound of my voice and I raised a brow at her and grinned. “That- that was kind of fun.”
Her face went bright red, but slowly, she started to grin back at me. “I- I got a little carried away.”
I giggled as cleared my throat. “Um, yeah, I’m not one to talk.”
Anna grinned, her eyes sparkling as she met mine. “Not weird?”
“Not a chance,” I said softly. “Besides,” I winked at her. “What are friends for if not sharing hot sexual experiences with?”
Anna laughed. “I don’t think that’s what most friends do, dude,” she smirked at me. “But then, we’re not most friends are we.”
I grinned. “Oh, much cooler than most.”
She blushed again as she straightened her short before nodding at the bottle of wine on the bedside table. “Um, refill?”
“God yes,” I said as we both laughed.
I leaned towards her with my cup as she poured, shaking her head and biting her lip. “I can’t believe you fucked Tyler Weaver.”
Chapter 12
Tyler
This is a shit idea.
I looked at the phone in my hand, frowning and shaking my head. I had Christina’s cellphone number from her working for me, of course, but “work” was hardly the reason I had my thumb hovering over her number in my phone
It’d been almost a week, and I could not get her out of my damn head. I couldn’t get that perfect angelic face out of my head, or the way she moaned under me. I could - and would’t ever - forget the sound of her moans in my ear, or how that tight barely legal cunt gripped my cock and milked me for every drop as I blew my load inside of her.
Yeah, part of me - okay, a BIG part of me - knew that what we’d done was so fucking wrong. I mean, I’d taken my eighteen year old neighbor’s damn virginity for Christ’s sake. In my car, outside her fucking parent’s house. Jesus, how old did I think I was? And now here I was just like the high school guy I was acting like, double-thinking myself about calling the girl I wanted to call.
What if she’s upset about what happened?
It was a stupid thought, considering how into it she’d been. Fuck, she’d instigated the fucking thing. Still, I could’ve said no. Part of me knew I should have said no, too, but how the fuck was I supposed to do that with that sweet little mouth on my cock like that? How was I supposed to say no to that dripping wet, sweet teen pussy? That blonde hair, those blue eyes, those perfect lips, that tight little body?
By saying “no”, you fucking idiot.
But that was easier said than done. And what we did might have been “wrong”, but fuck did I want more. I want to claim her again. I wanted to plunge my cock into that crazy tight, velvety pussy again and fill her up again and again with every single drop of cum I could. It was a wickedly filthy thought, but I liked the idea of taking her bare like that, and I loved the idea of her fertile young body taking my seed. Fuck, I wanted to fill her up until her belly swelled with my child so everyone would know that I claimed her.
My cock was rock hard as I thumbed her name in my phone and brought it to my ear. My heart pounded in my chest as I heard it ringing, and when I heard that soft voice answer, I felt complete.
“Mr. Weaver?” She said quietly, her voice so innocent and so fucking sultry at the same time, like the voice of pure forbidden temptation.
“I need to see you again,” I growled out, feeling my pulse raging in my ears. “I- I have to see you again.”
She was quiet on the other end of the line, and for a second, I could feel the whole thing crumbling.
“Yes, please,” she whispered after a beat, her voice sounding breathless and tight. She laughed quietly. “I wasn’t sure you’d call me.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I said darkly. “You’re all I can fucking think about.”
I could hear her breath catch. “I- when can I see you?”
“This weekend. Don’t make any plans.”
Chapter 13
Tyler
What are you doing?
I’d basically thought the same thought the entire train ride into Boston. Seriously, what was I doing here? I was forty years old, and on heading into the city for the sole purpose of fucking my eighteen year old college-student neighbor.
And my cock was rock hard the whole fucking trip.
I stepped off the train into the briskness of the October air and headed down the train platform towards South Station, pushing all the negative “what are you doing” thoughts away. What was I doing? I was feeling like me again. And yeah, I knew that sounded exactly like a some piece of bullshit a guy my age says when he acts out on midlife crisis by fucking younger girls, but this was different. Most guys that go through that are just acting out on years of repression, or of getting married too young and never having to have that phase where they fucked everything that moved.
But see, that wasn’t me. I’d lived that fantasy. I’d been up to my fucking ears in Goddamn pussy for years before Rebecca. I’d had the phase, I’d seen it all, which is how I knew this wasn’t that. Mid life crisis? Not a fucking chance. Hell, if I felt like I needed to act out on being forty anytime soon, I’d go buy a sports car or some shit.
But Christina wasn’t my “act out” or my “crisis”, that’s for Goddamn sure. She was far more than that, which scared the shit out of me, even if it made me harder than diamond.
“Hi.”
Damn. She looked fucking perfect
standing there right inside the doorways of the train station, and I stopped dead in my tracks.
“Hi yourself,” I said slowly.
I could see her cheeks flush and her chest rise and fall with her breath, as we both just stood there two feet apart not sure what to do. It was as if this was the moment we both realized how fucking surreal it was that I was here, for her.
‘Hi?’ What the fuck am I doing?
In half a second, I’d yanked her into my arms, my lips searing hot across hers as she moaned into me. I wanted to inhale her, to hold her to me hard enough that we became one. Fuck, I wanted to take her right there on the floor of South Station. I kissed her fiercely, heedless of the people moving around us and giving us strange looks. Fuck ‘em, I didn’t care. As far as I care, the entire rest of the world could disappear in that moment there with her.
Christina moaned as I opened my mouth, my tongue sliding to meet hers as her hands clutched at my broad shoulders and molding her body against mine.
Finally, after what felt like both an eternity and the blink of an eye, we pulled apart, faces flushed and gasping for air
“Hell of a welcome,” I said, grinning at her, and reaching out to take her small hand in mine.
“Oh, I try,” she said with a shy smile. She bit her lip in that way that made me want to claim her mouth all over again, and I found myself yanking her against me as she giggled.
“So, welcome to Boston,” she said with a grin. “Where to?”
Somewhere I can fuck you?
Jesus, it sounded so wrong thinking that with this entirely inappropriate, off-limits, barely legal hottie standing right in front of me with her face tilted up at me and those pouty lips slightly parted. But fuck, it was true. It was like just being around her got me harder than I’ve ever been before, and more keyed up than any groupie had ever gotten me.
Christina leaned in close, a wicked little grin on her face. “How about we go somewhere where I can let you take every stitch of clothing off of me and do whatever you want to me?”
Holy fuck.
If I wasn’t hard enough to drive nails with before, that sure as hell did it. I yanked her close to me, knowing by her little gasp that she could feel how hard I was. “I’d say that sounds perfect, actually,” I growled. I chuckled as I thought of something. “I guess your dorm room is out with Anna there, huh?”
I laughed, but suddenly I frowned as I saw Christina bite her lip and look at me worriedly. “I- uh...”
“What is it?”
She looked at me pleadingly. “I- I don’t want to say, because I think its going to ruin this,” she said quietly.
I pulled her close and kissed her slowly. “Believe me, nothing would ruin this, honey.”
“Please don’t be mad?”
I rolled my eyes, “Christina-”
“Anna knows”
I froze, feeling the floor drop out from under me. “Fuck,” I swore, feeling my blood run cold. “Christina-”
“Look, it’s actually not a bad thing!”
I could feel my brow furrow as I shook my head. “Honey, I’m not sure you get how serous it wold be if anyone know about what hap-”
“Oh believe me, I get it,” she said sharply.
I glared at her, but couldn’t help but smirk as I shook my head. “”I think like you feisty, you know.”
Christina smiled through her pout. “Good, cause I’m feisty a lot.” Her shoulders slumped then. “Look, I’m sorry that I let it slip, but I was...I mean it was kind of big deal, you know?”
I nodded slowly.
“I mean, I can’t not tell my best friend in the whole world about losing my virginity,” She said quietly, blushing.
I pulled her close, kissing her cheek. “I get it.”
“She’s not going to say a thing, believe me.”
I pulled away and grinned at her. “I do, actually.” She grinned and then leaned up to peck me on the lips, eliciting yet another disproving look of some moron walking by us.
“Well,” I said with a laugh. “Let’s go have a neighborhood reunion, huh?”
*****
“Oh hi, Mr. Weaver.”
We walked into their dorm room to see Anna Riley sitting on her bed with a mischievous grin on her face and her eyebrows wagging. I groaned and shook my head. “So, cat’s out of the bag, I hear.”
“Yup,” She said, her bright blue eyes sparkling as the darted between Christina and I.
“Will you not be weird, you weirdo?” Christina said, throwing a pillow from her bed at her friend.
Anna giggled. “Sorry, sorry.”
There was a moment of silence in the room where we all sort of looked at each other not knowing how to approach the situation before I finally just laughed. Yeah, it was a little surreal standing here with the way younger girl I’d just deflowered and her friend right there knowing everything. “Okay, how about we just drop the ‘Mr. Weaver’ part, okay?” I rolled my eyes. “Christ, I feel like your father or something when you say it.”
Anna flashed me that same mischievous smile again. “Oh, so no daddy play for you two?”
Christina blushed bright red, but I had to grin. I raised an eyebrow at Anna, amused that I’d never seen this side of her.
“Ooookay, I’m making myself scarce.” Anna winked at me before grabbing her bag and slipping out the door.
I turned and grinned at Christina. “I like her. Why haven’t we all hung out before?”
Christina shrugged. “Oh, you know I have no idea! Maybe ‘cause we were in high school and you were twice our age?” She wagged her eyebrows at me as she stuck out her tongue.
“Ouch baby,” I said, clutching my chest. “My pride.”
She grinned at me. “Let me make it up to you?”
I arched my brow, and was about to say something crude when she suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me and reached for my belt.
I was hard in a nanosecond.
I groaned as the hot little teen kneeling at my feet pulled at my belt, struggling for s second before getting it unbooked. Her small fingers danced across my zipper, slowly pulling it down as I popped the button on my jeans.
I groaned as I felt her fingers slip under the waist of my briefs and my jeans before she started to yank them down over my hips. My rock hard cock sprang up in front of her face, and her eyes went wide in this way that had my blood pounding in my ears. Yeah, I knew I was big, but fuck if watching her face get like the when she was my cock wasn’t the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen. It was like she was in awe of it, and maybe a teeny bit scared.
Fuck was that sexy.
I growled as I watched her look up at me, open her mouth, and slowly wrap those pretty little lips around my cock. She moaned around me, sucking me in as her tongue swirled around my head. I could feel my pulse racing as this totally off-limits girl started to suck me, running my hands down into her hair and just letting her bob on my dick like that as I felt my balls boil.
But shit, I’d been dying to taste her. I’d literally dreamt of how sweet and fucking perfect that practically virgin pussy would taste, and I wasn’t going to another damn thing until I did.