Finding Love Again [M/F]

*** ***Laura*** ***

I’m grateful to Chris for making me feel desirable again and for making me feel loved, even though it was for a fleeting moment.

When Bella, Alana, and I were kids, our family spent Thanksgiving together. We took turns hosting it in each other’s house and, despite Alana’s house is much smaller than ours, her father still managed to host one for us. Our parents didn’t care about socioeconomic statuses, all they cared about is that their kids were best friends with each other and we had a lot of fun!

Of course, my stupidity and selfishness ruined that. Lately, however, our families have been talking about doing it again. Alana’s father, understandably, couldn’t host it anymore since he and Alana live in an apartment now, but regardless we’re going to start spending Thanksgiving again!

Well, next year we will. Alana’s dad has a girlfriend, my parents are out globetrotting and Bella’s parents are having their second Honeymoon. Bella’s and my parents are, rarely enough, so much in love with each other’s spouse that we’re afraid that we’re going to have younger siblings.

So this year we decided to spend it with Chris’ parents instead. We took Bella’s SUV over and it was only a few hours’ drive. Saleen is well-behaved as usual, she’s such a good kid, and Alana is her usually bratty self.

Chris is such a gentleman. He took care of the driving himself and made sure to entertain Saleen. Alana slept the entire time, I think she took a sleeping pill or something, while Bella played housewife and fed Chris snacks and made sure he was awake. Honestly, it was the sweetest thing I’ve seen and I felt a sense of jealousy, not with how Chris and Bella are acting but with what they have. When will I find someone to love me like how he loves her? Would I have that if I didn’t screw my life up by taking Joey away from Bella?

I push those thoughts away as I rubbed Saleen’s head and gave her a kiss while she napped. I reminded myself that because of Joey, I have a beautiful and smart daughter and I wouldn’t trade her for the world.

We started driving down the more affluent area of the city, big houses, and most are bigger than mine. We finally started slowing down and my god, his parent’s home is beautiful.

“For fucks sake, Chris you’re fucking rich too!?” Alana groaned as she started punching his arm.

“No, no, ow! My parents are rich, I’m not,” he laughed as he took her punches.

“That’s the kind of things a rich kid would say!” Alana teased with a smile.

It’s a beautiful house, country style with windows on each wall and a large, wrap-around patio on each story. I counted at least ten windows facing us, and another ten on the second story.

We parked on the driveway. A really long driveway. It’s about the length of a bowling alley lane.

“Babe, what’s your parent’s job?” Bella asked as she took the sight in. A beautiful garden sits on each side of the driveway filled with several types of flowers. Roses, tulips, gardenias, and some hibiscus as well. A fountain sits on one side with some Koi carp swimming around a man-made pond on the other side, colorful fishes with flashing red and orange scales.

“My dad works in pharmaceuticals, and my mom is the Dean of Medicine in a hospital.”

“They’re still working?” Alana asked as she tugged on his arm.

“As far as I know. They’re only in their 50 so they’re still strong.”

His parents came out with arms wide open, hugging Chris as he went up to meet them. His father is portly and short, perhaps due to age, with graying hair and a thick, salt and pepper beard. His mother is tall and lean, which gives me the impression that he might have a type in taller women considering how his parents are, and she has long blonde hair and she wore a nice, pure white dress.

“Ah, Chrissy me wean (child)!” she said in an Irish accent, “ya never bother visitin’ us? Ya can’t even be asked to call!”

“*Ach*, ma! Don’t be slagging (poke fun) me now, ya knows I call ye plenty enough!”

“*Ach,* ya bloody eejit! I’m feelin’ all lured (delighted) though, yer here for, erm,” she straightened herself out and puffed her chest out, “Thanksgiving,” she said in a perfect American accent then she started guffawing and slapping her knees with Chris joining her.

“Um, honey?” her husband called out and the two suddenly stopped.

“Ma… I… th’ Lasses (girls), they still standin’ behind me?”

“Aye, son, indeed they are,” she said in a serious tone as she leaned over to the side and gave us a little wave.

“Fer how long?”

“Th’ entire time, son,” she continued.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Ye couldn’t even stop me from makin’ ah complete eejit of meself!? Yer havin’ ah grand time arent’cha Ma!? Ah grand feckin’ time!”

Chris went back to us, glowing red and refusing to make eye contact as he gathered all of our bag. All of our bags. His mother bid us to continue on, giggling and laughing as she poked and slapped Chris on the back. I looked over at Bella and she’s wearing the shittiest of grin that I’ve ever seen and her eyes are wide and wild, and her chest pumping with excitement. Alana has her mouth wide open in astonishment.

“What the hell was that,” Bella said as she shook with excitement, her mouth practically foaming.

“Those two has always been close. When he was young he would try and copy her accent so every time his mother talks to him, Christian would talk like that.”

He clapped his hands loudly, snapping all of us out of our stupor. “Well, come on in. No sense in staying out here in the cold!”

***

His house is pretty spacious, much larger than mine and is probably a bit bigger than Bella’s house.

“Man, why the hell am I the only one living in an apartment,” Alana complained as she gave a scoff, “all of my friends are fucking rich…”

“Alana, Saleen can hear you,” I scolded her and Alana kind of covered her mouth. We’ve had a rule where we try to watch our mouth whenever Saleen is around.

“Alana, I’m living in an apartment too,” Bella replied but Alana waved her away dismissively.

“Izz, you… I can’t even start.”

Chris came by, still staring at the floor, he started speaking but his accent stayed, “I can… *ahem…* I can show you guys the room…”

She smiled wide, “Oh, can ya now sweets? Take me arms then, laddy and lead th’ way!” She spoke with an exaggerated, Irish accent that actually sounds more Scottish than anything.

“Babe, please… stop,” Chris whined as he lead Bella away with us following close.

He took us down a hallway with about five doors on one side. He opened one for Alana and another for me. The door in between us is the bathroom. I looked over and see Chris and Bella disappear into a room further down the hall.

“Mommy, uncle Chris sounds weird,” Saleen quipped as she giggled. I rubbed her little nose, my sweet little angel. The room is wide and accommodating, with a queen-sized bed sitting against the wall. The bedsheets are plain white and so are the pillows. A bookcase sits opposite of the bed while a tall window is against the wall with white drapes. The bookcase holds different types of books, mostly fantasy genres but there is plenty of it. Some are worn, one in particular has the edges tapered and cracked. Whoever stayed here really liked that book it seems.

We’re staying here for a week until next Monday. Saleen has already made herself home and has snuggled into the bed.

I hear a gentle knock and Alana opened the door with Bella in tow.

“Man, I didn’t think Chris is just as loaded as you two,” she mused as she tapped her lips with her finger, “and this house is so nice too!”

“I guess he’s not the type to just flaunt his money,” I added but Alana simply rolled her eyes.

“Not flaunt his – Laura, he bought a Civic Type R on a whim, wrecked it and bought ANOTHER Type R! He’s flaunting it fairly well, ok?”

I nodded upon reviewing the evidence. Chris does flaunts his family’s wealth, he’s just not open about it or he unknowingly does it.

“I sound like one of those people who hates the rich, I’m sorry ok. I just thought I found someone who’s in the same socioeconomic circle as I am.”

“Alana, you know we never cared about things like that,” Bella added as she rubbed her shoulder.

She threw her hands up, “I know you two don’t, but I do! Remember when we were young and you two would go on trips to Hawaii or Cancun? Well, Papa had to work two jobs just to send me along with you two. It’s just… different, you know. I – no, don’t mind me. I shouldn’t be thinking like this, I’m sorry.”

I gave her a hug. I can’t really understand what she’s going through, but all I can do is be there for her.

“Well, if it makes you feel better think of it like this now. You’re out there, helping save lives and putting what you worked hard for to great use! You have a bachelor’s degree in nursing! Look at me. Look at me, okay? I haven’t found any use for my degree. It’s useless right now! Did you know I’m bored most of the time? I sit in that apartment and I just make art on my laptop, and that’s all I can do with my degree.” Bella went on as she rubbed Alana’s back while she embraced her.

“I don’t have a degree. I couldn’t go to college because of, well, and all I am right now is a single mom who drinks wine in the middle of the day.” I added, and Alana gave me a hug herself.

“I’m… I’m sorry, guys. I guess my life isn’t as hard as I thought it is,” Alana laughed as she wiped away a tear.

Another knock soon came and Chris peeked in and told us dinner is ready.

His parents are very nice, his mother is hilarious and I just love hearing her accent.

“Dean and Albert should be by in an hour or so. They live closer than you, I don’t know why they’re so slow coming here,” his father complained while shaking his head. They have a nice spread prepared just for us, with pot roast and mashed potatoes and a Caesar Salad with roasted chicken breast. Alana helped herself to the pot roast, savoring each bite while Saleen wanted some too so I gave her some as well.

“So, Chris, yer not planning on introducing the ladies to us?” his mother said with a nudge, her accent seemingly going softer but it’s still there. “Which one is yer beour (Girlfriend)?”

Chris damn near choked as he wiped his mouth. “Um, Bella, this is my mother Maeve, and this is Bill, my father.”

Bella extended her hand which Bill took and shook as he smiled. Maeve looked her up and down and she took Bella’s hand shook it lightly.

“Laura is one of Bella’s best friend, and Alana is her other best friend,” he finished with the introduction as me and Alana nodded our heads.

“So… Bella, ya touched his bait and tackle?”

Chris nearly spat his food out and Maeve laughed uproariously. “Ma! That… you… Ma!!”

“Oh wean, don’t be so shy about it! So, lass, how is me boy? Good? Awful? Dead fish?”

“Um… he’s… exceptional,” Bella said as she blushed. I’m sitting there putting food in my mouth rather slowly while Alana has her eyes fixed on the situation with a wicked smile across her face.

“Oh! hear that Bill? Exceptional! Me boy’s an exceptional lover!” Maeve clapped her hands she cupped Chris’ face. “I didn’t think me awkward waen would be an exceptional lover!”

Bill has his face in his hands.

***

Dean was the first to arrive. Me and the girls were sitting in the living room, Saleen is napping soundly in the room, and Chris is sitting with Bella.

I could tell that Dean is the obvious jock type. Loud, boisterous, tall and muscled. He’s good looking and has a crew cut, but he rubs us the wrong way. His wife, Jackie, trails behind him meekly, acting like a lost little lamb.

“Chris! I thought I’d be here before you’d get here bro!” he shouted from the door and Chris simply gave him a wave. Dean walked up to us and looked at us, planting his hands on his hip like we’re supposed to be impressed at him.

“Dean this is Bella, that’s Alana over there and Laura,” Chris gave a half-hearted introduction and we simply waved at him. Jackie soon walked up to his side and clutched his arm. I saw a flash of anger enter his face, but he quickly masked it away.

“I’ll uh.. I’ll get the baggage. You know where the room is, right Jackie?”

She nodded and Dean went off. Jackie looked at us and kind of gave a half-hearted wave as she went over to the eastern side of the house. Jackie is pretty, possibly our age, with long, shoulder-length hair and she dressed conservatively in a long dress that swept the floor almost. She wore little make-up, and she seemed downtrodden and depressed.

“Jackie? Talk to me for a second,” Chris said as he broke off from us and they walked together. Bella looked back, a bit of jealousy flashing across her face, but she kept it cool.

A few minutes came and the door swung open again. Albert, I guess, is the latest to arrive and he helped Dean along with his own baggage while bringing in a simple bag. He gave us a wave and was sort of confused seeing three strange women sitting in the living room. Chris came back from talking with Jackie soon after and a smile came across his face.

“Oh, Albert! Hey, I want you to meet my friends,” he said with enthusiasm, “this is Bella my girlfriend, Alana and Laura. Albert is the oldest out of the three of us.”

“Oh, very nice to meet you guys! I apologize for being late.”

I found him… attractive. He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses and has short, thick hair. He has a chiseled jawline and he looks similar to Chris but a bit older. He’s taller than Chris, but not as tall as Dean is, so he may be 6’1 in height. His chest is broad and his shoulder is nice and thick.

He’s also not wearing a ring.

He gave each of us a nod and when he looked at me, I felt like he lingered just a bit longer. He walked off towards the other end of where our room is but not before glancing at us again.

I could feel my heart quicken, thumping against my chest. My palms are a little sweaty too, and I’m feeling flushed and bothered.

I looked back and I see Chris looking right at me.

And he smiled.

***

Chris came into my room a little bit before midnight. He knocked gently, trying to avoid waking up Saleen.

“What was that?” he asked me.

“What was what?” I replied.

“Come on, Laura. I know that look,” he said with a nudge and a smile.

I looked away and brushed my wayward hair back to where it belongs. “I’m sorry,” was all I offered him.

“Don’t be! You’re a lovely lady, alright? I’m not going to step in front of this. But I have to warn you, he’s been burned before and he’s been single since high school. Take it slow with him, alright? He’s a bit like me, interest-wise.”

I nodded in appreciation and he gave me a forehead kiss as he went back to his room.

***

I only have the one tank top and a pair of shorts on, but I’m feeling a bit of a thirst coming on. I went out of the room, in the dark, and I made my way into the kitchen.

When I flicked the lights on, I found Albert sitting by the fridge and drinking a glass of water himself.

“Hey,” he said and I can tell there’s some awkwardness in his tone. He’s not wearing a shirt and only a pair of shorts, but man is he built! He’s bigger than Chris with a nice set of abs and biceps meant for a bodybuilder.

I picked my jaw up and gave him a smile, going over to where the cups are kept and taking a glass for myself. I swung my thick, brown hair back to the opposite side as I procured some water, and I gave him a sideway glance. He’s staring at me, looking intensely, but not like he’s undressing me or anything. There really isn’t a whole lot to undress considering what I’m wearing.

“I’m Albert, by the way,” he introduced as he tried to break the silence and held out his hand.

“I know,” I replied with a giggle but I took his hand anyway, “I’m Laura.”

“S-So how did you and Chris meet?”

I’m smiling at him, smiling at the obvious shyness he has. I don’t know if he’s aware of it, it’s probably a big turn-off for some women but I find it cute. I often prefer guys who aren’t showy or anything, that’s probably why I was initially attracted to Joey and why I was afraid that I might develop feelings for Chris.

I’m finding him cute and approachable.

“I’m a friend of Bella and I just kind of became friends with him. That’s usually how things turn out.”

We did some small talk, mostly about what he’s been up to and what I’ve been up to, which isn’t a lot. Eventually, I’m standing closer to him, and he seemed more relaxed being near me feeling more open with how he talks and how he carries himself around me.

And then, eventually, that turned into his tongue deep into my mouth.

God, it felt good having a man touch me again! He has his hands on my hips which gradually moved to my lower back while my arms are crossed across his neck. He hungrily kissed me and I reciprocated in kind. He wasn’t forceful or anything, he’s gentle and tender, just like Chris. Then, I started feeling something poke my crotch and he laughed in embarrassment.

It’s a nice ego boost knowing I’m still capable of giving a man a nice stiffy.

We separated; we both understood that it’s kind of late in the night and it’s kind of risky right now because anyone can walk in on us with him mid-thrust. If it was Chris, I think he’d understand. I gave him my number and he gave me his.

He gave me another hungry kiss that lasted a bit longer than I thought and then we went back to our separate rooms. I gotta admit, I had a hard time falling asleep, my heart still raced and my mind kept going back. I kind of wished he took me there and then, but I didn’t want to disrespect the household. I’m ado supposed to be a dignified lady, setting a standard for my daughter.

But god damn am I still horny.

What followed the next day is of us talking. A lot. So much that it didn’t become a secret to Alana or Bella what we’re doing, or trying to do. I’ve gotten to know Albert and I’ve revealed myself to him in kind. He’s fairly easy to talk to, unlike Dean, and I actually enjoyed his company.

***
I’m sitting in the room and Chris barges in and he actually scared me for a bit.
“What are they planning!?” He asked me with desperation in his eyes.
“No! I’ve betrayed Bella enough!”
“Tell me and I’ll give you Albert’s kink!”
Shit! I’m trapped! On one hand I want to know, but on the other hand I can’t tell! Shit! What do I do!
Oh! Oh I know! He he he…

“B-Bella bought some edible… condoms. She said it catches semen and then it mixes in with the condom. It’s like those old fruit sheath candy thing from when we were kids.”

“What!? What the fuck!? That shit’s just going to break inside of her and then… Shit! Ok. Ok. Albert likes V-Necks, especially if it gives off that nice cleavage look. You have a nice ass, so use that on him, he likes it when girls kinda shakes their ass a bit when they’re doing menial things like picking up stuff off the floor or cleaning. Shit, I gotta find that damn condom!”

He took off. Ha ha, I like how he just believes innocent little lies like that. I made sure to inform Bella, she’ll get a kick out of this.

***

It’s pretty obvious that, despite being in his parent’s home, Chris didn’t feel the need to slow down with having sex with Bella. After Chris’ interrogation, I made my way to the kitchen, grabbed a drink and went back to my room. Again, their sounds came and I could not help but want to touch myself. Unfortunately, Saleen is fast asleep next to me. The pitter patter of footsteps outside my door is so unmistakable.

I went out again to find Chris’ parents right outside his bedroom, giggling and talking amongst themselves.

“Pah, exceptional she says! Chrissy is a fuckin’ stud if I do say so meself!” Mrs. Maeve giggled.

“But… but Jackie! What are we going to do honey?” Mr. Bill groaned. I’m guessing Jackie is somehow in the mix now.

“Bah! That’s Dean’s problem! If he can’t be asked to fuck his wife, then bollocks to him! I don’t care if he’s me own kid, but I didn’t raise him to ignore his own wife!”

I ignored them and I made my way to the kitchen once again.

What I saw next pleased my eyes when I flicked open the lights: Albert, sitting over at the table munching on a sandwich. Again he’s shirtless, letting his nice pectorals out in the cool air.

I turned my attention to the fridge and got some water again, making sure to shake my ass a little and poke it out, then I made my way towards the table, making sure that I swayed my hips sensually for him. I sat myself down and tossed my hair over my right shoulder, making sure to look him straight in his eyes.

“Can’t sleep?” He guessed and I simply nodded while swirling the water in my glass, putting my chest out a little bit.

“Do you normally eat in the dark?” I started, but then added, “or were you waiting for me?” I teased as I took a slow sip from the glass, letting a few drops dribble onto my shirt. That’s a novice move, now it looks like I can’t properly close my lips around the rim of a glass!

He laughed a little as he sets his sandwich down and licked his fingers. “I just like the peace.”

I nodded as I took another sip. He took a small bite and chewed it slowly, but I can tell that he’s looking at me like he’s trying to study me.

“Like what you see?” I asked and he snapped out of his trance and looked back to his sandwich, trying to see what kind of meat he put in it. It’s roasted turkey you loveable lug.

I gave a short giggle as I stood and walked over to him, stalking the ground around him, finally settling in behind him. I dipped my arm around his shoulder and let it dangle, and then I bent over at my waist until my face is next to his.

“Can I have a… bite?”

He slowly offered me his sandwich, roast turkey with some mustard on white, and I slowly took a small bite. I chewed it slowly, smacked my lips and I made sure to moan with each bite, softly of course.

“Sorry, I’m a bit… hungry for… meat.”

He turned to me and our eyes locked with one another. It didn’t take but a second before we’re in each other’s mouth again. He moaned against me while I clawed at his chest. Our lips danced against each other, and I can taste the mustard on his taste buds.

He couldn’t wait anymore. He couldn’t pass this opportunity again. He carried me, princess style, and I couldn’t help but squeal as I felt his thick arms around me. He practically ran to his room, and I swear I felt eyes on us.

We got to his room and I noticed a lot of books all over. They were on his desk, some on the floor, and on his bed. His glasses sit on the side table and he picked them up and placed it on him.

“I’m… I’m a bit blind,” he chuckled softly but that didn’t deter me from pulling him close to me again and tasting the lingering mustard on his tongue.

He placed me on his desk, shoving the books off to make room, and his hands gently explored my back while I did the same. I broke away from him only to take my tank top off and he looked at me in shock.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him and he shook his head while giving me a smile.

“I just didn’t think I’d see an actual pair of breast,” he softly said.

“What? You’ve never seen breast before?” I asked, trying to mask the surprise in my voice.

“I came close a long time ago but… never mind, forget I said anything.”

“No, tell me.”

I wrapped my leg around his waist then pulled him close, and he started kissing my neck.

“Just… first love, she cheated end of story. She was confiding with my best friend about our problems, and he took advantage of that. I found out junior year, and I think I never really got over that. I lost confidence in myself and I lost track of time. Now, I’m basically a 30 year old virgin.”

I could tell that was something heavy that he carried, and when he told me he gave a big sigh of relief. Like a great weight is off his chest.

“Mmm, before we start I need to confess something. A lot of something. Something that might change your opinion of me.”

He kissed my neck again.

“I’ve slept with Chris before.”

He stopped and he gave me a confused look.

“No, he’s not a cheater. It’s all Bella’s idea. I… I was a cheater myself, and that has been my biggest regret. I took Bella’s, my best friend’s, first love. It was born out of insecurities and self-hate and I needed to win for once. So for 8 years Bella and Alana turned me away and I hated myself. I wasn’t their friend anymore, but then a friend brought us together.”

I couldn’t help but cry, and I felt his finger wiping away my tears.

“The person I took from her got me pregnant and then he tossed me aside like garbage! I’ve been alone for 6 years! So Bella gave us a pass, that Alana and I can sleep with Chris. When Chris and I slept together, I felt confident in myself again.”

“Is Chris really that good?”

I just looked at him. “Albert, I’ll say this: I was afraid of falling in love with Chris, so I stopped.”

He just shook his head. Then he pumped his shoulders, “then I guess I’ve got some work to do!”

Now it’s my turn to be confused. “What?! Wait, what about me as a cheater?!”

He kissed me aggressively, no holds barred, then we separated for a second and he pressed his forehead against mine, then he said, “as far as I’m concerned, you haven’t cheated on me.” His tongue darts in and out of my mouth, his lips sucked and teased my tongue while his hands groped my chest. I had to catch my breath and he started licking my neck.

“God! Albert!” I moaned and he just started grinding his pelvis against my crotch. I could feel his hard bulge prodding and teasing me, rubbing against my clit.

I groaned as I’m trying to match his rhythm, but this virgin is making some really non-virgin moves!

He groped my ass and lifts me up, bringing his lips around my nipples. He closed his mouth around my breast and I could feel his tongue flicking my sensitive nipple and pressing down on it. He did the same for the other one and I couldn’t help but cum from the overbearing pleasure. How can he make me orgasm just by him sucking and playing with my nipples!?

He took my shaking self over to his bed and he set me down. I rolled over to my stomach and I reached for his shorts and I slowly pulled it down, watching as his straining cock is pushed down only to be released and bounce as it flicked me across my nose.

“Wow, you’re pretty big,” I said with amazement as I took his length on my hand.

“Am I bigger than Chris?”

“Do you want me to be honest?” I asked and he nodded, “No. But Chris and I have compatibility issues.”

I turned his cock over my hand, gently stroking him., feeling how smooth his shaft is. His cock is shorter than Chris’ own but if I have to guess he’s about 7 inches in length but wide and thick, though not as thick as Chris. He has some nice veins running up and down his length. I gave each vein a lick, and he winced with pleasure.

I licked his shaft and then the underside of the head. It’s a bit smaller than Chris but I inspected it closely and found it to be big enough that my mouth can close around it with little to no problem, while with Chris I struggled. I savored his taste, how it’s slightly salty from sweat he’s had all day, and that sweet pre-cum forming in the entrance. The musky smell he has is intoxicating and I found myself becoming lost in him. Slowly I gorged my mouth, finding myself going down to about the middle of his shaft before I started gagging.

“God, it’s been a while,” I purred as I rubbed his head against my cheeks, “such a long time!”

I sucked him up again, making sure I massage his large balls while my tongue cradles the bottom of his shaft. He moaned while I worked his cock, flicking my tongue against the underside of his glans whenever I come off him for air. I grabbed the back of his thighs while I sucked him, pulling him closer and closer until my nose is almost able to touch his pelvis.

“Fuck, that’s so good!” He grunts with a hiss as he threw his head backward.

Finally, he couldn’t handle it any longer as I can feel his balls tense up a bit. He’s huffing and I’m staring at his face while I’m enjoying his manhood. Finally, I felt his cock twitch and he let loose the thickest cum I’ve ever had! It clung to the roof of my mouth as he shot more and more into my mouth. He tried to get me off, but I kept my mouth latched onto him and sucking him and teasing him with my tongue. I grabbed the back of his legs and held on. He grunts and gasped with each rope of cum he tossed into my mouth. He gave me a lot, I must’ve had about two mouthfuls before he slowed and I made sure to suck up the rest hiding in him.

He leaned down towards me and I watched him try to get his bearing. I opened my mouth to show him the delicious meal he gave me, then I swallowed it and gave him a very sensual *ahhh* while I licked up the little streaks around my lips.

I giggled as I brought him over to me, kissing my neck as his form blankets over me.

I find his hand hovering over my thong. “What’s wrong? Do you want to fuck me? Is that it? You want to fuck my tight pussy?”

He nodded as he hooked his fingers around the waistband of my shorts. I heard a very audible gulp as he slowly pull my thong down. He then pushed my legs aside until I have them nice and wide for him.

Thank god I trimmed my hair down there.

“I can’t wait to feel your cock inside my pussy. I can’t wait to feel it throb against my pussy walls,” I whispered as I watch him position himself in between my legs.

Then his head disappeared, and I felt the unmistakable feeling of his rough tongue on my cat.

“*Oh! Oh shit! Hoh*!” I gasped as he lapped up my wetness. He stuck a finger down there and started slowly plunging it in l, twisting it and then he crooked his finger up and dragged the pad of his finger across the roof of my pussy. He started sucking on my clit, making an O with his mouth, and would slowly and softly suckle into it and then gradually increase the pressure.

“D-Did Chris tell you how to – *haahn* – eat pussy?” I accused and he just looked up from his meal and winked. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

Orgasm after orgasm has been hitting me, and I’m so sensitive after not having any sex for a few months. He teased my clit, finger-banged me until I couldn’t tell left from right, and he’s got me calling his name many times. For a virgin, this guy has got the right moves!

“Fuck me! Fuck me now!” I demanded and when he plunged that delicious, hard cock into me I just about lost all traces of my sanity. I cried out in pleasure, grabbing his neck and pulling him into me while he pumped his hips up and down. Feeling his cock spreading my walls wide and with his cock giving my cervix a nice kiss, my mind went into a haze.

His cock sliding into my pussy made the lewdest of noise and his grunts and moans accompanied my own. “Albert, good-fucking-god, you’re fucking me so good!”

While it’s true that Chris and I have had sex before, I didn’t really fully enjoy him because he was far too big for me, and while I enjoy the pain I couldn’t transform the kind of pain he was giving me into pleasure. Albert felt right. He filled me in so perfectly that I’m starting to believe his cock is made to fuck my pussy.

I clawed at his massive back, my fingers feeling every corded muscle on it, and with the way he’s working, I don’t think I made a dent. Albert looked at me, looked at my pleasure stricken face and he kissed me again.

“I’m – I’m…”

“You’re coming? Tell me you’re coming. Tell me you’re going to fill my pussy up with your cum! Fucking tell me you’re going to pump me full of your seed! Do it! Fill me up, fill me up! Albert, do it!”

“Fuck, I’m coming Laura!”

He let out this primal, guttural groan as he pressed his hip against me and pumped his baby batter right into my hungry cunt. His legs shook and trembled just like how mine is and he kept himself pressed down against me. That feeling of elation, like I’m swimming in a cloud of lightning and thunder came and I could feel my stomach tense up. He kept fucking me with short, fast stabs of his meat rod, and every time he would give me a spurt of his cream.

I gave little squeaking moans as I closed my eyes, feeling that warm, mushy feeling wash over me like a tide of pure pleasure. I’m breathing hard and fast as he lay against me. I felt his hard cock come out of my pussy. I reached for it as he sat next to my head, and I enjoyed the last of his taste by sucking his creamy flavored cock with our juices clinging around it. He grunts and winced as his sensitive clock twitched in my mouth as I dislodged from him with a *Pop* and I licked my lips to savor his taste.

“Fuck, that was intense,” he said as he laid down next to me, “how… how did you like it?”

I looked at him and smiled weakly and nodded. “Hmm. Not… not bad for a virgin.”

He kissed me again. “Am I better than Chris?”

“He’s too big for my pussy,” I told him truthfully, “I didn’t enjoy him as I did yours.”

He gave me a wide smile and I curled up next to him, throwing my legs over his own and taking in his warmth. Soon, however, I gathered my things and lumbered on over back to my room but not before making a stop in the bathroom so I can scoop up the rest of his cum from my pussy. I shoved it into my mouth and licked it all up, even the little globs that stained the inside of my thigh. I changed my clothes, threw them into the hamper, and looked myself over just to make sure I got everything.

I made sure to clean myself up and slid myself back into bed with Saleen still fast asleep.

~ End ~

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