I (f19) fucked my best friends boyfriend (m25) while she was at work — part two

Our tiny city apartment gloomed with awkwardness for days after our time in Tessa’s room. Tessa went on like nothing happened, she’s always been good with uncomfortable situations. That same day she emerged from the bathroom and started talking to me about the It’s Always Sunny rerun she saw on TV the night before, pretending like I didn’t have her boyfriends cum on my pussy just an hour beforehand. I tried to pretend like it didn’t happen, I tried and tried, but it was hard with Jordan being there everywhere I turned. It’s different with Tessa, I’ve known her since grade school, I’ve seen her naked a thousand times.. it’s not hard with Tess. I’d never looked at Jordan like that, he’s always been handsome and god was he built but I always thought of him as the creepy older guy who won’t stop hanging around. Now, every time I see him I think about how his cock towered over me, the taste of him, the way he looked in my eyes as I came..

Its been a month since we’ve spoken. Hell, the man won’t even look at me. I walk into a room and he immediately puts his head down, avoiding my eye contact. Then as soon as I turn my back.. I feel his eyes burning into me. I can’t deny how good it makes me feel, knowing he’s watching me as I pretend to drop a spoon on the floor and bend over to pick it up. Or when I wear my short-shorts and reach up extra high to grab the hot sauce off the top shelf, knowing damn well I’m not gonna use it. I’ve been paying more attention to how I look, picking up the tank tops that show off the curve of my waist and shape of my tits, ditching the bras completely—not that I wore them much before, pulling out the yoga pants more often, prancing around in my favorite pajama shorts that produced the best jiggle. I think he’s doing it too, he walks around the house in his grey sweatpants nearly every day. I can’t help but notice his cock stick straight up whenever I walk around the house without a bra.

It’s December now, the lockdown as been partially lifted. Tessa and I are still attending remote classes while we all go back to our regular work schedules. It’s around 6pm, Tessa’s working her first volunteer shift at the hospital while I read a book for my Literature class. I’m wearing my favorite white tank top that’s just see through enough you can see the outline of my nipples, my pajama shorts and bunny slippers. I’ve got my feet kicked up on the coffee table while reading my copy of Double Indemnity and a glass of the wine Jordan bought for Tessa in my hand as I flip through the pages. Then, something happens that hasn’t happened in awhile—Jordan walks into the living room, wearing nothing but the legendary grey sweats, and sits down on the other side of the couch. He grabs the remote off the table and turns on a rerun of That ‘70s Show, Jackie’s laugh blasts through the TV.

I look over at him and stare for a moment, “Do you mind?” I gesture to the book in my hand.

He looks over me, mimicking me by gesturing to the flat screen, “I’m watching TV.”

I sigh, “I need to finish this by tomorrow and I’m only on the second chapter, can’t you watch TV in your room?”

“Can’t you read in your room?” He gives me a charming yet challenging smile.

I clench my teeth and give him a hard stare, “I happen to like the ambiance of the Christmas tree.”

“What a coincidence, me too. Guess you’re stuck with me.” He glances down quickly to my tits before averting his eyes back to the television.

I didn’t want to banter with him but he was starting to piss me off. “I was here first.”

“Well, I pay most of the bills here so I think I win.” He glances over at me again before grabbing my glass of wine off the table and taking a sip.

I sat up straight, “You’re an ass!” my voice booms through the living room, “and don’t drink my wine.” I snatch the glass out of his hand, brushing his fingers and nearly spilling it on the couch.

He scrunches his dark eyebrows up in a mocking way, “I think we’re a little past sharing drinks, don’t you?”

My mouth gaped open instinctively, I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I didn’t know what to say, we hadn’t talked in a month let alone talked about what happened. He glanced to my open mouth for a moment before sighing and grabbing the remote, “I’ll turn the volume down, okay?”

It took me a second to collect myself, I look away awkwardly and open my book. “Thank you.” I mumbled stubbornly.

We sat there for a few minutes, I pretended to read my book and not to notice the small glances he’d make at me. The air was filled with sexual yet awkward tension, I don’t think either of us knew what to say or do. I take a long gulp of wine to settle my nerves, I try to pretend he isn’t there but it’s hard with his eyes burning in me. I feel him staring at my freshly waxed legs, the sliver of my toned stomach that’s exposed, the imprint of my plump breasts..

“You seem tense.” He says suddenly in a cool tone.

I shrug and take another sip, trying to think of a reply. “I guess I’m just surprised you’re talking to me.”

He chuckles lightly. “Yeah, I guess we have been avoiding each other.” I look over at him and smile awkwardly, “To be fair, I wasn’t doing it on purpose.”

I give him my best ‘you’re so full of shit’ look. “Okay, maybe I was.” He sighs, “It’s just Tess got so weird after that day.”

“Weird?” I tilt head slightly in confusion. Tessa’s been acting cool as a cucumber since then, I can’t say the same for Jordan and I.

He seemed like he was looking for the right words to say, “I guess she didn’t like that I saw you.. while you were…” he trailed off for a moment to stare me up and down. He licks his lips before looking back up at me, “She didn’t like the way I was looking at you.”

“Huh,” I take another sip, I was starting to feel the wine take its toll. I’ve always been a lightweight. “I wouldn’t have guessed.” I should’ve assumed, though. Tessa’s always been like that, she acts one way but when you’re alone she’ll act like another. She’s a people pleaser, she would stop at no limits to make Jordan happy but she was also the kind of person who needed to be the center of attention at all times.

“Guess that explains why you chose tonight to come out here then, huh?” I say bravely. He laughs it off before getting up to get a glass for himself, “Yeah, guess it does.”

He comes back from the kitchen and pours himself a glass from the bottle on the table. I went back to reading my book and he pretended to watch TV but eventually the conversation started to flow. We were telling stories, laughing, making jokes of the whole thing—bonding in a way we’d never had before. The more he drinks, the ballsier he gets. He makes little moves, gripping my thigh as he tells me a story or moving a strand of hair away from my face. We inch closer and closer together as we talk until our thighs are touching. About an hour in, we’d polished off the remainder of the wine.

“You got another bottle of this?” I say drunkenly. He nods and points to the kitchen. I grab both our glasses and stumble up for a refill, I feel his eyes on me as I make my way to our kitchen.

The alcohol is set at the top of the cabinet, no matter how many times Tessa and I move it down it always seems to find its way back up there. Likely Jordan’s way of keeping us from drinking it all, he should’ve known better. I start to prop myself up the counter, but before I reach my knee up I feel a body press up behind me. “I’ve got it,” I hear Jordan say softly in my ear. He pushes himself on me, I feel his cock press up against my ass. It’s hard, and only growing harder. I feel it lift up more and more as he reaches for the bottle. He sets the bottle on the counter, just as his rock hard dick reaches up to my pussy. His cock starts to twitch once it’s caught between my legs, I feel my clit throb in response—I’m sure he could feel it too through these paper thin shorts. I instinctively push my ass against him, I feel my shorts start to ride up the way they always do. I’m breathing heavy now, my pussy is soaked and aching for relief.

He reaches down and grabs a handful of ass, squeezing hard. “You know you drive me crazy in these shorts,” he breathes in my ear, “Don’t you?” He starts rocking his hips back and forth, letting his cock glide against me. I let out a loud breath, “Yes.” He lets go of my butt for a moment, just to give me a loud slap. I jump in response, my ass stinging but I don’t move. I loved it too much. I hear his breath picking up as he starts rubbing on me again, massaging my aching ass. “I know you know what you do to me,” He places his free hand on mine and guides it down to his bulge, moving it up and down his huge cock. I bit my lip in response, his cock was something I thought about more often than I’d like to admit.

That was when he kissed me, a peak at first—testing the waters. Then he kissed me slowly, our tongues lapped together perfectly. He gripped my hair harshly and spun me around, he pushed me hard into the counter while our tongues danced. What was passionate and sweet turned hot and heavy quickly. He took his free hand and grabbed my fat pussy, running his fingers up and down the imprint that formed. I tensed up and moaned in his mouth while he continued his assault. He pushed my shorts and panties to the side while we kissed roughly, running a tough, cold finger along my soaking slit while I shivered in his arms. He broke from the kiss to put his finger in my mouth, giving me a taste of my sweet arousal.

Suddenly he gripped me by my thighs and threw me onto the counter, without breaking the kiss and started pumping his finger in me roughly. One finger was enough, he had huge, manly hands that made me groan in his mouth. He broke from the kiss to get a good look at me, my mouth gaped open in pleasure but I didn’t dare close my eyes. The look on his face was pure enjoyment, watching me pleased gave him pleasure. He had a boyish smirk on his face while he continued to pump his finger in and out of me. He pulled my tank top down with his spare hand and dipped his head down to play with my perfect tits. He sucked and nibbled on my nipples until I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore, the combination was too much. My moans and cries filled the room while he looked up at me with hungry eyes.

He left a trail of kisses on my belly until he was kneeling between my legs. He pulled my shorts down my smooth legs, leaving me in just my pink panties. He started to rub me over my panties again, sending another flood. “I’ve wanted to eat this pussy since I saw you bent over between Tessa’s legs,” he said in a low, husky voice. He bucked down and gave my clit a wet kiss over my soaked panties, never breaking eye contact. My lips parted while I looked down on him, the sight of him looking up at me between my legs was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

“You want me to eat your pussy?” He looked up at me with challenging, stern eyes.

“Yes.” I breathed.

“Yes, who?” He said hungrily. My lips parted, I knew what he wanted to hear.

“Yes… daddy.” I’ve never been one for dirty talk, my sex life has always been pretty vanilla but hearing the word from my lips made my pussy throb.

He smiled up at me, pleased with my response before pulling my panties off and throwing them on the kitchen floor. He grabbed my ankles and pushed both of feet onto the counter, spreading my pussy apart. He admired the sight for a moment before giving my clit a wet kiss, “You’re perfect.” He mumbled.

He started sucking and flicking my clit, his hands on my ankles to keep me still. My cries and curses filled the room while he licked me. If I thought Tessa was good.. Jordan was perfect. He couldn’t get enough of my pussy. He slurped up all my juices and kept sucking until my legs gave out. My hands gripped his hair, forcing my cunt to his face. I looked down at him, his eyes pierced up at me and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Cum for me, baby,” he muttered in between licks. And I did. My legs started to shake, my mouth gaped open as I cried and came on his tongue. He licked up every drop.

He knelt up without me realizing as I come down from my high. When I looked at him he smiled at me with a wet mouth, he pulled me into a kiss and filled my mouth with the sweet taste of my pussy. He slid his tongue in and out of my mouth while he tugged down his sweats, his hard cock springing free immediately. I break from the kiss and look down at his tan, veiny cock. I bite my lip, it looked so sweet, I wanted to lick it like candy. He placed his tip on my clit while looking at my face, I stared down at it in awe. It looked ginormous next to my tiny, pink pussy. He started to rub it up and down, it glided with ease thanks to the mixture of his spit and my cum. It went back and forth from my clit to my hole, every time he passed it he stuck the tip in just enough to drive me crazy, then pulled it out and circle back. He loved teasing me, I could see it in his eyes he loved watching me pant. He wanted me to beg.

“Please,” I breathed.

“Please, what?” He smirked at me, staring down at my mouth as I bite my lip.

“Fuck me.” I moaned, “Please daddy.. fuck me.” It came out as a needy cry. I gripped my hands on his shoulders and dug into his back, trying to push him further in me.

He lowered his eyes and gave me a serious look. In a hard, strong voice he muttered, “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.” Without warning, he rammed his monster cock into my pussy. He sucked in a loud breath while my eyes widened and mouth gaped open. After a few thrusts, my cunt started to adjust to his size and his cock pumped in and out of me in symphony. He wrapped his hand around my neck harshly, hold me in place while I moaned. “Fuck, you feel so good.” he groaned while his cock continued to destroy me. My tits bounced up and down while he kept his fast past, he kept his eyes on my mouth while I moaned his name and curses. It almost hurt a bit, but the pleasure was so intense it masked it all. Every time he hit my crevixs I let out a loud cry, I could feel his cock twitch in me with each moan.

“You like that, baby?” He said in a strained voice while he continued to thrust.

“Yes, daddy.” I groaned.

“You like daddy’s cock?” He stared at me with hard eyes, I knew he was close, I could hear it in his voice.

“Yes,” I cry, nodding my head wildly. “Yes, I love daddy’s cock.” I feel a slow burn deep in my groin.

“Ahh, fuck.” He groans and grips my neck harder, pumping in and out at a faster pace.

My legs give out and start to shake uncontrollably, “Fuck, fuck I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” My pussy starts to tighten around him, I screw my eyes shut and throw my head back, my whole body vibrates as I cum around his cock. I feel a warm liquid shoot up my cervix, I open my eyes and hear him groan repeatedly in relief.. he’s cumming in me. I could’ve came again at the sight of him climaxing. We both ride out our orgasms, our moans and groans fill the kitchen.

We sit in that position for a moment, both of us catching our breath after coming down from our high. We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity before he pulls his cock out, letting our cum spill out to create the perfect cream pie. He stands before me, his cock still rock hard and glistening wet from my cum.

“Clean it.” He says in a low, stern voice. I smile at him from the counter, my legs still spread wide open. I prop myself down and get on my knees in front of him. I place my lips around his tip and suck lightly, old memories start flooding back to me.. but this time I go further. He grips my hair and starts bobbing my head up and down his cock, pulling it out of my mouth just to put it back in until I’ve got a puddle of my spit dripping down to my lap. His eyes never left mine. He pulls my head back and just stares at me for a moment, he grips my chin and starts to caress, placing his finger on my lip and tracing back and forth.

We sit there like that for a moment until we’re interrupted by the jingle of keys. Both our eyes pop out of our head and I spring into panic mode, quickly grabbing my clothes off the floor and the wine glass from the counter then rush to my room. I close my door just as soon as I hear the front door open, I hear footsteps emerge in the apartment.

“Babe?” Tessa’s voice booms through the apartments, “What are you doing?”

“In here,” Jordan calls back, “Just watching some TV, how was it at the hospital?”

Tessa gets in the shower not long after she gets home, I sigh in relief. I pad over to my door to lock it, I wasn’t quite ready for a shower yet. I plop on my bed and discard of my panties. I came repeatedly that night, rubbing and fingering myself thinking of Jordan’s cum in my pussy.

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