Helping Mrs. Masters

by Jason Lenov

  Stef smiled and shook her head and put her arm under mine then turned to look out the window. "You like music?" she asked.

  "I guess," I replied. "Depends what kind." It was just the tiniest lie. I used to listen to jazz sometimes when I was studying at college but not much else than that.

  Stef shot me a coy glance. "You like dance music?" she asked.

  "Dance music?" I echoed.

  "Yeah. Electronic stuff."

  No. No I did not like that. "You mean like a rave?"

  Stef giggled. "Yeah, if you're from nineteen ninety-three! I'm just kidding!"

  I'd once again done my best not to look offended but I didn't like being teased. And yet there was something I liked about Stef teasing me.

  "I was just joking. They don't really call them that anymore. It's just a big party with lots of loud music."

  My interest had begun to wane as soon as she'd told me about it and now that I knew it was just a party with lots of loud music, I was pretty much over it. Stef seemed fun and I wanted to hang out with her but not at a concert, or festival or rave, or whatever. I knew it was best just to break the bad news to her then. "Hey yeah so listen, I'm not really super into that stuff," I explained.

  Stef looked back at me from gazing out the window. "Not into what?" she asked, as if she'd forgotten what we'd been talking about already.

  "I'm not really into concerts and stuff. And electronic music it's just, there's nothing wrong with it, it's just not really my thing."

  Stef smiled up at me and squeezed my arm. "Okay but I already got my friend to get you a ticket. And also if you come? I promise it will be worth your while." She looked intently at me with her deep blue eyes. "I promise," she said, quieter this time.

  This was the kind of situation that I was bad at. It wasn't that I had a soft spot for all girls. I'd dated plenty of nice girls that had asked me to do things with them that I didn't want to and had no trouble saying no.

  No, the real problem were the girls who were not so nice. The girls who knew they could get away with being a little pushy and tried. Girls like Laura and now Stef. There was something about those girls that made me want to let them get away with that kind of stuff. Something that felt comfortable about letting them take control of me like that.

  Stef was looking up at me with hopeful blue eyes and a warm smile and even though I knew it was going to be annoying as fuck going to a rave or whatever it was, I knew it was going to be kind of fun putting her in charge of me like that.

  So I did. "Okay. Fine. You win. But if I'm having a shitty time I get to go home okay?"

  "Of course!" she said, beaming and clapping her hands together. "But I promise that won't happen!"

  I smiled, just because she was so excited and that made things a little more fun. I talked myself into believing that this could actually be fun, if I didn't go into it in the wrong head space.

  We got off the bus on the edge of town outside of a large warehouse. From the noise, things had started up already inside and I and the pep talk I'd given myself about having a good time wore off with each step we got closer to the building.

  Stef noticed my worsening mood and pulled me aside. "Listen. I want you to take this." She pulled a tiny white pill out of her pocket and a bottle of water out of the other.

  So, I'm not really big on drugs. I've smoked pot a few times but that's it. I like to get my drink on but even that I keep pretty tame. I must have had quite the reaction to her pulling out the pill because she broke into a fit of giggling, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. I waited until she settled down to ask. "What is that?"

  "From the way you looked at it, it looks like it might be cyanide!"

  Okay. Ha. Ha.

  "I'm joking. It's X. Have you ever tried it? Wait, let me guess, no?" She started giggling again but controlled herself this time.

  By this point I was starting to get pretty tired of the whole scene. The music inside was getting louder and my irritation was growing along with it. "You know," I said, "I really think I'm just going to go."

  "Sammy," she said, pressing herself close against my body. "Please don't go? Just try this, trust me. Nothing can go wrong your first time. You are going to have an amazing time and you're going to thank me for this. Just trust me."

  I knew I shouldn't. I knew I should trust my instincts, turn around and find my way back to my parents place. But there it was again, that attraction to someone pressing on me like that. Trying to get me to do something they wanted me to do. That, combined with her smile and the promise of something interesting happening later was enough to do it. I grabbed the pill and popped it into my mouth then unscrewed the bottle of water and swallowed it down.

  "That's a good boy," Stef purred giving me quick hug. "Now let's go have some fun."

  I was still sober when we got inside. Sober and really fucking irritated for a good twenty minutes. Stef excused herself to go to the bathroom and I just stood there, a sea of bodies swimming around me, dancing in time with the thundering beat. But by the time I saw Stef making her way through the crowd again, the pill had definitely started to work its magic.

  The music changed from irritating to entrancing. It felt like the sound was pulling my body to move. I looked around the room and the colors had seemed to mellow, even in the darkness. Things felt warmer and a little fuzzier somehow.

  When I looked back at Stef she was only a few steps away from me and I swear my heart stopped as I realized what she had changed into.

  The loose t-shirt and shorts were gone. She was wearing a tight grey top that only covered about half her belly and she had tight spandex around her waist. She spun around, revealing exactly how revealing the shorts were. The roundest parts of her ass were hanging out.

  She held her hands out in a sort of "ta-da" before stepping up close. "You having fun yet?" she giggled.

  I was speechless. It felt like I could only pay attention to one part of my brain at a time and I really needed to pay attention to the part that was paying attention to her.

  I couldn't stop staring at the warm curves that seemed to be calling to me the same way the music was. I reached and put a hand on her hip just so I could know what she felt like when I was in this state.

  "I guess you like the outfit?" she shouted through the noise.

  It didn't take me long to realize that I wasn't the only one. As Stef dragged me deeper into the swaying crowd, the lights growing dimmer the farther we got from the entrance, I noticed more bodies getting closer and pressing against her. Hands shot out of the darkness touching parts of her that wouldn't normally be touched in public.

  When we got to the spot she wanted to be in on the floor she turned around, pushed me away a little and her body started moving in time with the music.

  I might have been dancing, or maybe at least swaying a little bit. I couldn't really tell because I was so fixated on watching her. Men and women kept coming up behind her, their bodies pressing against her as arms wrapped around her stomach and hands drifted towards her breasts.

  I couldn't believe what I was watching but I couldn't get enough of it either. Each time someone touched her I felt myself harden until my cock felt like it was going to tear out of my jeans.

  Stef was mostly lost in the feeling of the people around her. Her head would roll back with each new touch, no matter where the hand landed. She would lean back against whoever was behind her, pressing her back to their chest like she'd known them her whole life.

  As we danced, my mostly disconnected brain began to put together that I was getting this turned on by watching her have such an intimate connection with all these people. By the time the big guy with dark hair and a plastic bracelet came up behind her and put his hands firmly on her hips, I knew what I wanted to see.

  Her back straightened a little and her eyes opened. She craned her neck backwards, as if to see whether what she felt was right. The smile that formed along her lips meant she was but it only lasted for a second because he
leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, then turned her around.

  I felt slightly dazed and even though I didn't feel like I'd been dancing all that hard, I could feel beads of sweat on my forehead.

  Stef reached up and wrapped her arms around the guys neck even their kiss came to an end. They gazed into each other's eyes like they'd known each other for years as their bodies moved together.

  Every once in a while she'd cast a backward glance at me. She was always smiling the same knowing smile, like she somehow knew exactly how excited I was to be watching her with him.

  He looked up once or twice but didn't seem too worried that I was there or that she might be there with me. He always went back to looking into her eyes or just closing his and enjoying the feeling of her body. When he leaned forward and whispered something into her ear, she looked up at him and nodded before turning to look at me again. She pried herself away from him, walked up to me and pressed her face against my cheek. "Come get your surprise."

  Chapter 18

  I followed the two of them into the darkness and the music seemed to get louder with each step I took. By the time we had come to the edge of the warehouse I could barely see anything but there were a lot less people here.

  The guy pressed Stef up against a wall and leaned down to kiss her while his hand cupped her breast and squeezed.

  I saw her back arch, pressing her closer to him, then she wrapped one leg around his calf.

  His hand worked her breast then, moving slowly higher, found the edge of the top she was wearing and tugged it until her round breast fell out.

  I stood a few feet away from them, the music still moving through me and pulling me into motion as I watched the scene unfold.

  As soon as he put his hand on her bare tit, her body responded even more eagerly to him. She pulled him closer with her leg, so that her pelvis was on his thigh and started grinding against it.

  His kisses moved lower, down her neck until he was low enough to take her tit into his mouth. I saw his jaw working as he sucked her nipple and worked it over with his tongue.

  Stef moaned, her head rolling back against the wall and her hips rubbing even more urgently against his leg.

  Even though we barely knew each other I felt an intense connection to her at that moment. It wasn't just the way she'd lured me here, the way she'd used her smile and her body to get me to bend to her will that was hot. It was that I knew she was doing this for me.

  The guy pressed up to her, whoever he was, was just a prop.

  Every once in a while she'd open her eyes, surface from her bliss and cast me a smile or bite her lip as she gazed into my eyes.

  I would have done anything to be able to yank my cock out and stroke one out right there and then but it's one thing to see a couple making out in the darkness and a whole other thing to see a guy pulling one off. Even through the foggy haze of my high I knew that wasn't a good idea. So I just kept watching.

  The guy had gotten himself good and worked up sucking on Stef's breast but going by her expression, she was ready to burst. He kept kissing her neck as she finished herself on his thigh, her body crumpling against his as an orgasm convulsed through her.

  When she was done, I saw him reach down and try to pull the tights she was wearing away from her pussy.

  She reached down a second later and grabbed his hand, pulling it away before he could get inside. Instead, she reached into his pants and I saw her fingers snake down until the found the hard bulge of his cock. As soon as she touched it, she looked at me and flashed me another smile.

  I was still up pretty high but somehow the music seemed to fade into the background along with the people dancing to it. My vision tunnelled and for a few incredible moments, there was nothing in the world but the way she was looking at me, the way she was smiling as she stroked his cock. Even though she was touching him, the performance, her posture, everything about her being seemed like it was for me.

  He reached down and touched her pussy again, trying to work his fingers against her flesh. Again she pushed him away. It seemed like she wasn't going that far tonight.

  He didn't react badly to it or anything. He kind of settled against her and closed his eyes, his head turned the other way as she worked his cock in his pants. It gave her just the perfect opportunity to stare at each other through the darkness.

  I have no idea how much time went by before he came. His body crumpled against her and she had to hold him up with one hand to keep from getting crushed against the wall. She finished him off, pulled her hand out of his pants and wiped it clean on his shirt.

  I could tell he was into making out some more as he leaned forward to try and kiss her.

  Stef just smiled and nodded over towards where I was standing. The guy looked over at me, his eyes narrowing for a second before he shrugged and shook his head. He staggered off back into the crowd, leaving the two of us alone.

  Stef sauntered over, with a very mischievous look in her eye. She pressed her face up against mine again and kissed my cheek. "Want to dance some more or you want to get out?" she asked.

  I'd started to float down off the high but my body was still buzzing and her skin felt so warm beneath my hand. I started kissing her neck and her shoulders, pawing at her breasts as we stood there.

  A second later she started to giggle. "Okay. Guess we're going home. You're place or mine?"

  A fifty dollar cab ride later. We fell through the door of my parents place and slammed it shut behind us. My buzz from the pill had almost completely worn off by now and I was pretty sure Stef's had, too. But I was so hot thinking of her with that guy in the warehouse that I didn't care.

  We tore each other's clothes off and only made it to the top of the stairs. As we were kissing, we sank down onto the plush carpet in the hallway at the top of the stairs. Stef's whole body was hard with tension and running my hand along her curves made my cock dance between my legs.

  She was lying back with her eyes closed and her back arched.

  I leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth. The thought that not so long ago another man had his lips around the same nipple made lust surge through my veins. I pressed my body between her thighs.

  She opened for me, the sharp scent of her sex drifting up between her bodies.

  When I found her opening with the head of my cock it was wet and ready to be fucked. I felt her reach up and wrap her arms around my neck. "Watcha thinkin' about?" she asked.

  I've never been very good at dirty talk so I just grunted and adjusted myself, hoping to press into her and move on.

  "Ah-ah!" she said, shuffling away from me and turning to one side.

  My cock was so hot and ached so much all I wanted to do was be inside her.

  "I want to hear all about it," she whispered.

  I took a deep breathe at the realization that this was a game I was going to have to play. "I'm thinking about the party," I mumbled, trying to work my way closer to her pussy by moving my hips.

  "What about it?" she asked. Her voice had such an insistent tone to it that I knew I wasn't getting off the hook.

  "I'm... I was thinking about you and that guy."

  Stef's legs opened slightly, just enough to let me press the head of my cock against her pussy again. "And?" she asked. "What else?"

  I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and tried to remember some of the details of what I'd seen. "I was thinking about the way he put his arms around you," I said quietly.

  Her legs opened even further. Her splitting sex gushed onto my cock.

  I opened my eyes to find her staring at me, wide-eyed. She was really getting off on this, on hearing me talk like this. Hell, if that's all it took, I could do that! "I was thinking about the way he... the way he took you shirt off. The way his mouth looked when he was sucking on your nipple."

  Her body seemed to rise off the floor as she drew in a breath. Her legs opened wide as her hands drifted down my back. In one motion she yanked me closer to herself a
nd jutted her hips forward, swallowing my cock into her soft, wet cunt.

  "Oh fuck," I groaned as I slid along the lava hot walls of her pussy.

  "Talk to me," she hissed, her pelvis grinding against mine. "Tell me more."

  My brain was fried from finally being inside her but I did my best. "I was thinking of watching you touch his cock. I was... I was thinking of what it was like when he came. When he came on your hand."

  This drove Stef wild. She started riding me, forcing me deep inside her with one hand on my ass. She pressed the other hand against my nose. The dank, acrid smell of spunk still lingered on her soft palm. "Can you smell that? That's his cum," she said, her eyes wild.

  I smelled it again and it was pretty filthy but it was incredibly exciting seeing her this turned on. Her whole body was bucking beneath me and she seemed to be losing control of herself more and more with each thrust.

  Pretty soon I felt my cum start to work its way into my cock. I hardened inside her and had to slow down to keep myself from blowing my load.

  "Oh Sammy, just a little longer," she moaned, "I'm almost there."

  I closed my eyes and thought of anything but what I was doing. But the slick sounds of Stef's sloppy pussy gliding along my cock and the heat it sent drilling up my spine were tough to ignore.

  "Just one last thing. Tell me one last thing you like," she mewled. Her hips were rocking against me, my cock sliding in and out of her soaked heat.

  I closed my eyes and tried to think of the hottest thing that had happened, which didn't make keeping myself from coming any easier. A moment later, I had the perfect thing to say. I leaned forward and pressed my face against her cheek even as my cock drilled deep into her cunt. "The hottest thing was imagining him fucking your pussy the way I am now."

  Stef's body went taut against me. Her fingers dug into my skin as she let out a massive shriek. Her pussy clamped sending juice pulsing down my cock.

  I thrust into her deep again and started to come.

  Our bodies burst back into a primal rut. We crawled across the floor as our stomach's slapped together and my cock bored into her tight cunt. Right before I peaked I remembered her concern about me coming inside her the other night but it was too late to do anything about that now. My cock shot load after load of hot spunk into her insides as her pussy squeezed me until I had nothing left.