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*** ***Bella*** ***
The drive home was uneventful. Chris was still tired from his time with Jackie so Alana and I decided to sit up front while he recovers.
“So, do you have any plans?” I asked and Alana turned to me while her hand stayed on the wheels, “I mean, you’re still on vacation, right?”
She smiled warmly. “I am for another week,” then her eyes went back on the road. Chris is sleeping soundly behind us, so we spoke calmly where otherwise we would be somewhat loud with smiles and laughter. “I want to get to know him better. I don’t want to hurt him again like the other day.”
Hmm, she’s so understanding, and her wanting to get to know Chris better is telling me she is serious about this relationship, our relationship. “I’m thinking you wouldn’t want to learn it from me,” I said.
“I would like to learn it from him. What his fears are, what he wants in life. You know, like what an actual couple would do.”
No. No, I wouldn’t know, because Chris and I haven’t had that conversation yet! I… I’m moving slow, moving like fucking molasses! I want to insert myself into this without playing my hand. Think, bitch, think!
“I see. I want to sit down with you two as well since a lot has changed between us.” Good, that’s a good excuse.
“Yeah that’s true, we need to set our priorities and boundaries. We need to make it clear to each other, you know?”
I know, Alana, I know.
I looked out of the window, watching the trees as we pass them by, other cars carrying their own passengers who are filled with dreams and hopes. I wonder what they think of, and how they feel about the persons they love and care for.
Then I look back at Alana and Chris, and I know what I feel. I look at Alana as she sings along to the music we’re playing. I look at Chris as he mumbles in his sleep. I look and I’m glad that I didn’t fuck up what I have now because I was really close to doing that. I wonder what my life would be if I didn’t convince Chris to stay, or if I didn’t forgive Laura. It might be better, it might be worse, or it might be a hell of a lot worse, but suffice to say I love what I have now.
***
Lunch consisted of a drive-thru, with burgers for me and Chris and Alana opting for a salad instead. Chris took his turn in driving, while Alana slept in the back.
I glanced over at Chris, enjoying what I see. He’s gotten a bit bigger from what I can tell, and I think he’s reached what he wanted. Now he just has to maintain his body.
I suddenly felt Chris’ hand on my face, rubbing my cheeks and pinching it a bit. ‘Babe, you’re thinking pretty hard there. What’s rolling around in that beautiful head of yours?” I took his hand and I pressed my face against it, against how warm he is.
“Nothing. Just… nothing.”
But then, an idea popped into my head. I took my seatbelt off and reached over. He looked down, trying to figure out what I’m doing and when I snaked my hand into his pants he instantly knew. “Babe, d-don’t! It’s not safe!”
“Just get on the slow lane and drive a bit below the speed limit,” I told him as I take his cock out. He’s already starting to harden. His mind is telling him ‘No’, but his heart is more honest. So honest that he put his seat back more so I can more comfortably dig into him.
His fresh cock taste feeds my head. I haven’t had any for a few days now, so I’m a little hungry for him. I’m slightly mad that Jackie is the first to receive a load from him after Alana and I let him rest up. Fuck Dean! Fuck him!
But I can’t think of that now. I have my meal in front of me. Alana mentioned that Chris likes his head to be the focus of a blowjob and not to deepthroat him as much. I think I’ll try it, why not? My mouth is a little bigger than Alana’s so his cockhead slips in with little fuss. I still need to kind of maneuver it in, but other than that it fits in perfectly. I started off slow, making sure to lick the sensitive underside of his cock while keeping my lips tight around him. I’m wearing a black long sleeve crop top so his right hand went and rubbed my back. I have him small moans while I moved up and down his dick, slowly moving in lower and lower until I get to about the middle part.
“J-Jesus, Bella,” he groaned and I could feel his cock twitching in my throat. I could try, I could take him in all the way into my throat but I’m sticking to what Alana has mentioned. I drew up, making sure my lips are tight, and then I licked the head all over, with my tongue working in big circles around it’s perimeter.
“F-Fuck! We… we’re an hour away! C-Can’t you wait?”
“Unh-unh,” I answered while his cock is still in my mouth, “I mwhanght eet nwaoh [I want it now]!”
His juicy cock fills my mouth and it made my head spin. I could do this all day and never get tired of him. His delicious precum spreading all around my mouth, how his twitch and throbs are so strong, and how heavy his balls get when it’s filled to the brim. I love everything about him and his cock!
His precum keeps leaking with that musky, manly taste. His mouth keeps telling me, no, but the way he pushes my head down is telling me otherwise. I guess something about doing this in a semi-public place has made him extra sensitive because he pushed and held my head down and he shot a load into my mouth.
Each time he spurts a load into my mouth I moaned, feeling it hit the roof of my mouth or my throat. God, it felt good, and it taste really good too. I’m not sure if he does take any sort of supplement because he filled up my mouth three times, forcing me to swallow each mouthful or risk spilling it all over his seat.
He gave me a few more squirts of tasty cum as I sucked him tightly as I started coming off, and the last bit of cum I made sure to present to him. I looked at him, opened my mouth to show him the gooey, warm, white cum inside, then I swallowed my food.
“I don’t know what my parents will think if we crash and die, and they tell my mom that the crash happened because you’re too horny to wait.”
He has such a serious face on, and his tone was low and deadly. But then he stuck a thumb into my mouth and I seductively sucked it, he pulled me in for a quick kiss.
I see him adjust himself several times, uncomfortably, and then he looked at me with a goofy smile. “I’m… I’m still hard so, it’s… yeah.”
“What, do you want another road head? To get you soft maybe?” I laughed as my hand went to massage his thigh. I licked my lips expectantly, but ultimately we decided to simply wait for home. He started flexing his chest and arms to draw out the blood from his engorged penis. Watching his chest dance was amusing in and of itself.
Our apartment soon came into view and I roused Alana up from her sleep. She looked over and rubbed the sleep off her eyes and smacked her lips. It’s about 6 PM now with the sky already dark.
I didn’t realize that I’ve been awake during the entirety of our trip and fatigue is finally starting to affect me.
*** ***Alana*** ***
Izz slept soundly as soon as her head hit her pillow.
Chris wanted to get some food but I offered to cook instead. He took me by my hand, instantly making my heart race and we got in his car and drove off.
Watching him shift gears with the addition of the engine’s deep rumble has really gotten me hot and bothered for him. “What’s up?” He asked me with a gentle smile.
“Nothing. Just drive.”
We got to the supermarket and, to me, it felt like we’re an actual couple. Not three people in love, it felt like he and I are the only ones in this relationship! I know it sounds wrong, but that’s what it felt like. For a fleeting moment, I didn’t want it to end.
We decided on steak and roasted vegetables, mainly carrots, turnips, onions, and some Brussels sprouts. All the food a growing boy and girl need! The steak was actually the more lavish item we’ve bought: Tomahawk steaks!
“Should we get three?” I asked and he just smiled like a goofy idiot and nodded. “Fuck yeah.”
We held hands as we walked the aisle, joked, and laughed around. It felt magical and lovely, and it made me feel like I really am his girlfriend! Wait, I am his girlfriend though.
And like a good girlfriend, I made sure to tease him. I jabbed his sides, tickled him, and rubbed my butt all over his crotch to try and get him aroused.
Well, I think it worked a little too well because we started making out in the frozen food aisle, against the corner and out of people’s sight. His hands went up my thigh and back and I’m already trying to get his shirt off, not thinking that we’re in a public place.
“Shit, W-We need to go. We need to fucking go,” he grunts as he peeled his lips away from mine. He took me by my hand, his other hand scooping up the basket, and we went over to the cashier, thank god it’s a Monday night and the lines aren’t long, and we paid for the items and hauled ass out of there.
The drive home was something else. We kissed for a hot minute in the car and he was rubbing my pussy through my shorts, and he was still shifting the gears! I took his hand and sucked on it a bit, sensually, while I’m trying to cop a feel.
When we got to his apartment, and through the door, we got the food on the countertop and we couldn’t wait any longer. Izz is still asleep, too tired from the journey home, and I wanted this to be our one-on-one.
He lifted me up on the counter as I take my tank top off and threw it across the living room. We started kissing again, passionately, with him rubbing his hand all over my back. I reached over and took his shirt off and his hand went for my breast, squeezing and kneading while he kissed and sucked on them.
“Should-Should we wake her up?” Came the obvious question but it was met with a shaking of his shaggy head. “Won’t she be mad?”
“She’ll be fine, she got hers earlier.”
“When? When did you guys do it?”
He started kissing my neck, nibbling on me lightly. “Blowjob during the drive home.”
“A road head?! Wow, so daring,” I sighed against his kisses. I’m slightly jealous, just a little bit. Okay, I’m jealous but not mad-jealous. Next time, it’s my turn to give road head. Well, I’m hopeful that there will be the next time. Maybe Christmas time? Pretty please?
I got my feet on the countertop so I can lift up slightly and he pulled me towards him a little. He kissed me again as my hands knead my breast, and I heard the sound of jeans hitting the floor. I reached over and tugged on his cock, twisting my hand over as I spread his precum all over. I spat on my hand and wrapped it all over his cock, then he spat on his cock too and I spread it all over.
He looked at me with a grin, I looked back while biting my lip and nodding at him. “Give it to me, give it to me sweetie. I want it, please I want it.”
Then that feeling of being filled came, slowly but it felt so good. He groaned as he came closer, looking down as my vagina devours his cock. “*Oh* god, sweetie! *Oh,* that feels so fucking good!”
He moved slow, letting me appreciate his girth and length. He grabbed me by my ass, while it’s not as big as Izz’s I’m very proud of my plump ass, while my legs hooked around his waist. His mouth couldn’t let go of mine as we kissed while he continued penetrating me. Deeper and deeper he went, and slowly he started greeting the pleasure points in my pussy.
And then, his head started kissing that spot. That feel-good spot drove me insane. I grabbed onto him as my voice shook. “God! Keep going, keep going, sweetie! God-fucking-damn it! That’s the spot, right there, don’t stop!”
He held me close as I started grinding against his thrusts, causing me to relinquish control of myself to my baser instincts. I push my hip out a little further just so he can start slamming into me relentlessly. Every thrust is met by a shuddering mini-orgasm, and whenever he would press into me, deeper than the last time, my brain would suddenly go blank and I couldn’t think properly.
“God! G-God damn it! Fuck, you’re a real fucking piece of shit for making me feel so god damn good!”
“Oh yeah? Do you love it? You love this cock?” He asked me, but he knows the answer to that.
“Fuck you! If – If it weren’t for this cock, I’d still be strictly romantically fucking gay! Fuck you, sweetie! Fuck!”
God! I know I had a boyfriend before Chris, but Anthony was strictly for sexual gratification. It’s weird, a lesbian who enjoyed having a penis in her vagina. I consider romance, my romantic feeling at least, as being separate from sexual feeling. So while I was sexually straight, I was romantically gay since I always held a love for Izz.
I never saw myself as romantically bisexual until Chris came into my life. Fuck this man. Fuck him!
“Fuck you!” I cried again, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he carried me over to the couch where he sat down and I rode his delicious meat rocket. “Fuck! Fuck this fucking cock! I fucking love it! Fuck you, but I love you. I love you so much, fuck!”
I bounced my ass on his ramrod and his lips clamped onto my tits. Every minute or so an orgasm would hit me and I have to grit my teeth and ride it, but Chris grabbed and slapped my ass whenever I started slowing down.
Then, for some fucking reason, I slapped him. I don’t know why, I really don’t but I think my body just spontaneously did it. But he didn’t stop, he just looked at me with a stupid ass grin on his face. “Slap me again,” he told me and I did it once more.
“Now, spit on my face.”
What the fuck? So I spat on his face while I kept bouncing on his cock. “*Mmmmm*, spit in my mouth.” Okay, this is getting weirder by the moment. His mouth opened wide, tongue out and everything and I dropped a line of saliva into his mouth. He licked his lips and then he pulled me in for a kiss. A really passionate, hungry kiss that made time slow down for me. Every time our lips sucked one another, or how his hands caressed my ass, and how his breath tickled my nose, it just felt slow and right.
My moans went unheard of, however, as I can see Izz standing by the doorframe with her hands down her pants, like she’s trying to hide. But she’s a giant woman so it’s a little hard.. I can see a wet spot forming around the crotch of her yellow leggings, and she bit her lips while she kept her eyes trained on me.
I didn’t bother mentioning her to him. This is Chris and my time, god damn it! I need this! I buried my face on his neck, “cum for me sweetie, cum for me, please. I need you, I need you to, please. Pretty please, cum for me.”
“D-Don’t talk like that, F-F-Fuuuck!” he groaned as he drove upward in quick succession. His crotch cannon delivered its payload and I can feel each thrust giving me a nice helping of delicious, baby batter. His cockhead twitched and he painted my inside white. When his cock throbbed and twitched, it would grind against my pleasure points until it triggered an entire body shaking orgasm where he held onto me. My hand grabbed ahold of his shoulders, digging my fingers in until it finally passed after a few minutes.
His cock is still hard in me. I take his cock out of my pussy sleeve and I felt his semen dripping out from me. That warm, gooey goodness collected on him where my tongue lapped it up and I gladly swallowed it. Then, I made sure to clean his beautiful tool then I sat next to him and curled up against his hot, steaming body.
“Having fun?” came Izz’s words and Chris just about jumped out of his skin. She looked over to see her bending by the waist with her forearm resting on the backrest of the couch.
“Bella! Um…. I…. uhh…. this is not what it looks like.”
“Why are you acting like you’re cheating? She’s your girlfriend too, you can do shit like this!” She laughed and Chris eventually realized that she’s right, so he joined in.
“So, dinner?” she chimed in.
Chris and I looked at each other with a cold sweat. “Chris, I told you we should have started cooking before this!” I caterwauled at him while I slap his chest, “now I gotta put up with her shit! You keep an eye on her mister, and don’t even think about touching the steak! I’m cooking that shit!”
~End of Part 26~
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