How much must I have told you so far about my adventures with Skylar? You might consider me an old friend at this point, regaling you with my stories as we sit and enjoy a drink together. I’m happy to inform you that my use of Skylar didn’t end with our New Years resolution on Hazel’s bathroom floor. But this story, while being one piece of the Skylar puzzle, actually has very little direct Skylar involvement.
New Years came and went. Skylar and I rolled in the New Year by making one another cum at a party full of drunk people just after midnight. The rest of the night was pretty mellow compared to that and eventually, once I had sobered up, Skylar and I went home. We returned to our jobs a couple days later and things began to return to normal as the holidays faded away.
A couple weeks passed from New Years.I opened the door to our apartment and took off my shoes. As I stood to my feet, I noticed it wasn’t just Skylar in the apartment today. I took a few steps forward into our living room where Skylar and Hazel were sitting on the couch watching Dexter on Netflix. Great show. I sat down between them, though the show was mainly providing background noise for me as I browsed through my phone. Skylar was dressed in a large t-shirt and short shorts, her feet up on the couch pressing lightly against my leg. Hazel sat outfitted in a thigh length, dark grey dress and black leggings, a combination she seemed to favor from what I had picked up.
“What do we want to do for dinner?” Skylar asked, lowering her phone and glancing over at me. Dinner hadn’t even crossed my mind. I glanced at the time on my phone. *7:13pm.*
“What are you in the mood for? What about you, Hazel?” I glanced over at the girl to my right. Hazel broke her gaze away from the screen, Dexter having just tackled somebody and holding their head underwater until they stopped struggling. Probably not the best time to interrupt her.
“I probably have to leave soon, actually,” Hazel replied, lifting up her phone. “I have to drop by the church tonight to pick up some bags of clothes that need to be brought to the shelter tomorrow.” I was right, Hazel did do volunteer work at a local church.
“Well, I want Chinese,” Skylar spoke up.
“Alright, I’ll order us some Chinese,” I said as I lifted my phone to look up the Chinese place that Skylar and I both enjoyed.
“No.” Skylar blurted out. I looked over at her, confused.
“What?”
“You should go with Hazel. Her church isn’t in the best area, and it’s night. You can get Chinese on your way back. And Hazel, you can come back too, if you want.” She instructed.
Hazel smiled and nodded and then looked at me for confirmation that that’s what we were doing.
“Why don’t you go with Hazel?” I responded.
Skylar made a sweeping gesture at what she was wearing, “Because it’s January. And two girls alone at night in a shady neighborhood is asking for trouble.”
She had a point. I was just tired from work and didn’t feel like going back out, but Hazel shouldn’t be going by herself if the neighborhood is as bad as Skylar says.
“Fair,” I conceded.
I covered myself in my peacoat and gloves after putting my shoes back on. Hazel and I left, being met by the brisk air slamming against our faces as soon as we stepped outside. We took my car to Hazel’s church since it hadn’t been long since it was on and the engine was likely to still be warm. Hazel wasn’t the most conversational type, I had noticed. Probably why Skylar enjoyed her company so much, as a lot of her friends didn’t really know when to shut up. It was a mostly quiet car ride until we were about five minutes from her church.
“So…” she began. And then I knew, Skylar had told her. “How was my bathroom floor?”
“Don’t you remember? I didn’t get wasted at your party and pass out on your bathroom floor. Skylar and I left around 2:30 that night,” I responded, trying to cover, but knowing that it was useless.
“Don’t play dumb. Skylar is my best friend, she tells me everything.”
“Everything?”
“Everything.” The solidity of her voice told me she was confident in that statement.
I got quiet. Hazel and I were not friends, and my agreement with Skylar was supposed to be private. I think. Maybe we had never agreed to keep it secret, but that’s still not the kind of thing you just go around telling people.
Hazel continued, “You two really have given one another access to each other’s bodies? While you’re playing video games? Driving? Sleeping? Skylar can just decided she wants it and she can take it?”
I nodded.
“And if she’s sleeping? Showering? Getting ready to go out? You can just use her however you’re in the mood for?”
I nodded again, my face feeling ever so slightly warm.
“That’s fucking hot.” She concluded.
I felt saved pulling into the parking lot of Hazel’s church. Maybe now she’d drop the subject. There was a car parked on the edge of the lot, but otherwise the lot was totally empty and all the lights were off in the building. Hazel and I got out of the car and she removed her keys from her purse. She walked in front of me to the glass door and inserted her key, pulling open the door and stepping inside. I followed and pulled the door shut behind me.
“That’s weird,” Hazel commented looking around.
“What’s weird?” I asked, feeling a little on edge at being basically alone in a large dark building.
“The alarm isn’t on.”
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing, I guess. Sometimes church staff forgets to turn the alarm on. No big deal.” Her dismissive tone set me a little more at ease.
Hazel flipped a switch that turned on a hallway light. She began to walk down the hallway to a set of double doors, again pulling out her keys and unlocking one of the doors. On the other side was another hallway, just as dark as the rest of the building. I couldn’t see anything at the other end. Hazel slid her hand along the wall looking for a light switch when all of a sudden we heard a loud **SLAM** come from behind us. Hazel let out a quick yelp as we both spun on our heels to look in the direction the slam came from. Down another hallway corridor we watched as a light flipped off and suddenly heard footsteps. How had we not noticed another light had been on in the building? Hazel drew closer to me, grabbing my arm just above the elbow.
“Hello?” I called out into the darkness of that hallway.
“Uh…Hello?” A voice called back. Hazel’s grip on my arm loosened as she recognized the voice of the man who came around the corner and stepped into the light.
“Pastor Aidin!” She called out in a relieved voice.
“Hazel?” The man, who appeared to be in his early-to-mid-30s called back.
“Oh my gosh, you scared me so bad,” Hazel said as she approached the man and gave him a quick hug.
“What are you doing here,” He asked, “And who’s this?” His eye contact immediately fixing on me.
“Do you remember Skylar, my best friend? This is her roommate. He didn’t want me to come here all alone.” Hazel looked back in my direction, “This is Pastor Aidin, the youth pastor here. I help him out on Wednesday nights as part of my volunteering.”
Pastor Aidin stepped forward, holding out his hand which I grasped firmly and shook. He began to speak, “And does Skylar’s roommate have a n—“ Hazel cut him off.
“Pastor Aidin, do you know where the bags for the homeless shelter are?” She asked quickly, her adrenaline obviously still running from being scared.
He paused for a moment to think, “No, but feel free to look around. They usually keep them up near the storage closets. I’m heading out, Hazel, please be sure you lock up and set the alarm. It was nice meeting you.” He turned and headed toward the entrance. I heard the door open and then get pushed shut before Hazel and I turned and headed back down the hallway we had been before that little heart attack episode.
Hazel found the light switch, illuminating the hallway fully. We continued down toward the back of the building and up a flight of stairs. Hazel opened one more door with her keys and we tracked down a shorter hallway that had some doors at the end. Near the doors were six large cloth bags filled with clothes. I stepped forward and bent over to pick up some bags when Hazel stepped in front of me. Standing back upright I made eye contact with her. Hazel was taller than Skylar, probably about 5’9” or 5’10”. Being 6’1”, I was by no means looking down at her. She let out a little smile.
“Skylar says you two aren’t exclusive,” She spoke into the emptiness of the hallway.
“We’re not.”
And then it became very clear why she had been questioning me in the car. She wanted what Skylar was getting. She stepped ever so slightly toward me and, I have to admit, I didn’t back up.
“Would you ever consider using me like that?”
The answer? Yes. Fuck yes. Hazel was gorgeous. Her curvy figure had drawn my attention almost every time I had been around her, even if she did tend to hide it behind dresses. But…
“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” I questioned. I knew the answer was yes, Skylar and Hazel had spoken about her boyfriend countless times around me.
Hazel blushed. “Yes, but I’ve had eyes on you for a long time and Skylar telling me what you’ve done with her…to her….I can’t help myself but to want you like that.”
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t flattered.
“You know, I’m not the most religious person in the world, but messing around in a church seems like a good way to get God to — I don’t know — throw thunderbolts at us.”
Hazel didn’t bother gracing that one with a reply. She stepped forward, grabbing the back of my head, and planted her lips against mine. Instinctively, I closed my eyes and leaned into it. I felt the palm of her hand, larger than Skylar’s, press against my inner thigh over my pants. My dick immediately called to attention, ready for Hazel to make her next move.
*Fucking traitor,* I thought to myself, unable to keep my obvious horniness a secret.
Hazel glanced down and then back up at me and smiled. She kissed me again. She was more affectionate than Skylar. Gentler. That simply would not do.
I grabbed a fistful of Hazel’s hair and pulled her back against the wall, wrenching her head upward and exposing her neck. I placed my lips against her neck and began sucking and biting, my free hand traveling down and lifting up her dress. It wasn’t time yet…I placed two fingers on the outside of her leggings and began rubbing up and down the outline of her pussy. I could feel the warmth radiating from between her legs, the wetness beginning to make its way out. Hazel let out little moans. I know she would be louder, but she was using all her effort to stay quiet. I could feel her legs getting weak under the pleasure being given to her. I took my hand away from her covered pussy and placed it immediately, forcefully, on her neck. Her head was pinned against the wall. I let go of her hair and focused on squeezing the sides of her necks, my eyes never leaving hers as she took gasps for every next breath. I watched as her face turned bright red under the pressure of my hand on her throat.
*This is what it is to be dominated, Hazel,* I thought to myself in that moment, *This is is what it means for me to take what I want from you.*
This girl showed no signs of asking me to stop or to be gentle. She knew what she wanted when she led me up these stairs. Now it was time.
I released her neck as I turned her to face the cold wall. I pressed her against it and lifted up the back of her dress, sinking my hand down the back of her leggings. I ran my hand over the curve of her ass before I reached her pussy from behind. Soaked. Absolutely soaked. She let out a little moan as soon as she felt the presence of my hand touch her wet lips. I plunged two fingers deep inside of her, the weight of my body keeping her pinned to the wall. She let out louder moans now. Her breathing became frantic and deep, probably still trying to regulate after being choked. The more my fingers played inside of her, the wetter she became. I kept on for at least five minutes, alternating between fingering deep inside of her and teasing her clit and the opening of her vagina with a single finger. She squirmed wildly against that wall.
I removed my hand from her pants and then used both my hands to pull them down to her ankles. I could tell she felt the embarrassment of her exposure, despite still being covered fully by her dress. Grabbing her by her hair, I dragged her to her knees. She rested on all fours, fully bent over. I stood behind her, staring down at her dress still draped over her ass. My hands fell to my belt and undid it quickly. I pulled the belt loop by loop from my pants and let it hang, suspended in the air in my right hand. Hazel hadn’t looked back at me. She dare not.
I crouched down and lifted her dress. She let out an audible gasp at feeling the air fully hit against her ass and her wet pussy. Standing back upright, I folded the leather belt in my hand and drew it back. I brought it fast and hard down on her ass. She let out a scream this time.
“Th-thank you…” She whispered.
What the fuck? I hadn’t told her to say that. But damned if it didn’t turn me on even more. I drew the belt back four more times and brought it back down on her ass, the red welts forming straight lines against her pale white skin. Now she was ready.
I dropped my pants and my boxers and stepped between her legs. My hard dick standing straight out and ready to take Hazel from behind hard. I knelt down and teased my dick against her wet opening. As soon as she felt it, Hazel’s hand darted back and pushed against my chest. She rolled herself over, her legs wrapped up in her leggings. She gave an embarrassed smile and wouldn’t make eye contact.
“You can’t have that,” she said softly.
“Why? You’re not on birth control?”
“I am. It’s just…I’m a virgin. I know who I’m giving it to.”
“Oh, your boyfriend?” I asked, knowing full well the mood was actively dying.
Hazel shook her head, much to my surprise.
“Who then?” Now I had to know.
She kept quiet for a few seconds and then turned her head down the hallway, back from the way we came. As she turned her head back towards me, I noticed her ever so slightly biting her lip.
“The pastor?!” I exclaimed loudly. My jaw must have dropped straight to the floor as she let out a deep sigh and, maybe unconsciously, let her tongue dance across her upper lip for a second. Hazel was not the good girl I took her to be at all.
Hazel suddenly looked as though she regained her confidence in this whole situation. She leaned forward and pushed against my chest again until I was flat on my back, my hard dick sticking up in the air.
“Now it’s my turn. That’s how this works, right? I get to take what I want from you?” The sudden affirmation in her voice needed no answer.
Her head dropped and her mouth met my dick quickly. She took as much as she could, but I could tell she was trying something new. She pushed through her gags trying to take my whole length before suddenly coming all the way back up and gasping for a breath. She let herself back down and began sucking quickly, her hand playing lightly with my balls. Hazel’s dick sucking ability wasn’t quite as refined as Skylar’s. The occasional feeling of her tooth against the tip of my dick wasn’t pleasant, but she still felt amazing with her tongue swirling around the tip and shaft. She treated my dick like it was the only thing in the world she cared about. She was working for her prize, and she would have it. I let my head lay all the way back against the floor, right next to the bags of clothes. Hazel kept up her pace, occasionally making another move to take the entire length of my dick, gagging, and then coming back up. Drooled ran from her mouth in strings back to my dick. After about ten minutes of letting her have her way with my dick, I felt the pressure building. I gave the courtesy of letting her know that I was about to release a heavy load into her mouth. Her response?
“Please do.”
She took me back into her mouth, her statement driving me over the edge. I felt myself flood onto her tongue and into her throat. She coughed a little bit as she swallowed and then sat back. After a moment of catching our breath, we got dressed. I laid eyes upon Hazel again as I finished looping my belt back in my pants. She had what was unmistakably cum left on the edge of her mouth. With my thumb I pushed it back where it belonged, right into her mouth. She sucked on my thumb a second and then let it go.
We grabbed up the bags and made our way back downstairs, locking up and shutting off lights as we went. When we reached the bottom of the stairs, Hazel paused.
“What?” I asked.
“Did you just hear a door close?”
“No…” I didn’t know if she was trying to just freak me out or if she had actually heard something, but I hadn’t.
“Must be my imagination.”
We exited the building with all the bags and threw them in the trunk of my car. I got in the driver seat as Hazel climbed in opposite me. I started my car and backed out of the space heading for the parking lot exit when I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the car parked at the edge of the lot earlier was still there. Did it move forward? It looked closer to the front of the building than it had before.
Hazel and I drove back, stopping off to pick up Chinese food on the way. How thankful I am that that Chinese place stays open late. We stepped through the door at about 9:45. I heard Skylar shuffle on the couch before calling out.
“About time! You guys took forever!”
I set the food down on the dining room table and made my way around the couch, where Skylar was laying still in the oversized t-shirt and short shorts. Her faced was a flushed red and she looked as though she was breathing a little heavily. Her right hand was under one of the throw pillows.
“What you got there?” I asked, my eyebrow raised and a slight smile on my face.
“Nothing. Shut the fuck up. How was your night?”
Skylar and Hazel tell each other everything…Skylar knew damn well what tonight was going to entail, that’s why she suggested I go with Hazel to pick up the bags. They planned this. Sneaky.
I reached for my belt as Hazel entered with a plate of chicken lo mein and sat cross-legged in the recliner next to the couch. Undoing my belt and pulling it from the loops, I folded it in my right hand while making eye contact with Skylar.
“My night is just getting started.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/emtlyn/mf_freeuse_fiction_the_skylar_chronicles_pt_5