the drive-in [m/f] (repost from tumblr)

I rushed home from work on one of my longest Fridays of the year for a date with Chloe. She had been sending me flirtatious messages all day from the pool and the last few hours of my day-shift job had felt like torture. We were in the middle of a heat wave and I still fevered for her touch.

I showered and changed and still managed to get to her apartment in record time.

“Hi baby!” she yelled through her broad animalistic smile as she threw her arms around me at the door. “Come on in, I’m just finishing getting ready.”

She kissed me with both hands holding the back of my head. Her honeyed hair hit my nose before her deep perfume.

“I’m not sure about this dress, it doesn’t even come close to fitting me but it’s just too hot out. I was dying at the pool today.”

The tiny burgundy floral dress hugged her slight hips and waist correctly but was far too small for her breasts. Delicate cotton straps strained to hold their stitching as she spilled out over the top and sides of the dress. I couldn’t fucking believe it as she turned and led me into her room. I could see almost all of her long, skinny legs as they told her story walking.

“You look ridiculously hot,” I told her.

“Yes maybe to you, but a little inappropriate for public.”

“Never inappropriate,” I said as I kissed her again. She giggled and thrust her body against mine. I started getting hard within seconds and she breathlessly groped me.

“I missed you. I guess you like the way I look in this dress?”

“I couldn’t wait to see you. I thought about you all day.”

“The movie doesn’t play until the sun sets, we have some time,” she coyly suggested.

“I thought,” I said as I put my hand over hers as she stroked my swelling cock, “that we were going to Sturehof to eat first.”

“We still have time,” she said, as she closed her eyes and kissed me again, drawing in her breath deeply.

I gave back and leaned in, but still hesitated to make any moves. “I want to make you feel what I felt all day.”

“What’s that?” she asked quickly, between kisses.

“Aching desire. I thought about your golden body lying next to the pool, beads of water on your hot flesh, everyone staring at your body in amazement.”

“There were a lot of boys there today. None of them could keep their cool.”

“They wouldn’t know what to do with you”

“I know! Fuck them, they were garbage. I have a real man.”

“That’s right.”

“Were you really thinking those things about me today?”

“That’s pretty much everyday.”

“Come here,” she pleaded with me.

“We still have to get to the restaurant and get a table.”

“Please, just quick. Just hard and fast.”

I was caught a little off-guard. “I want to take my time with you. I want to devour you.”

“No please, just fuck me hard and fast right here,” she begged as she jumped up onto her bureau, knocking aside some perfume. She parted her tender little knees, skirted her dress up a bit, shifted her underwear to the side and started gently masturbating.

I drew in close as I unconvincingly commanded her to stop. “Not yet,” I whispered in her ear. “I have to tell you.” I couldn’t resist anymore nor did I want to. I just held her cheek in my hand as I kissed her again.

She again reached for my fully enraged cock. She pulled me with her other hand by my belt as she expertly undid it.

“Right now,” she whispered. “I want you so bad. I can’t leave this house until I have you.”

“Is that so?”

“I know you want to fuck me for hours,” she laughed, “and I know you’re able, but I’m going to make you cum fast.” She unclasped the top of her zipper and slid those little straps off of her shoulders as her massive tanlined tits spilled out. Her shoulders were marked with deep, angry red grooves. I kissed one softly and gently drew down towards her nipple.

She cried out with lust as she cupped her breast and drew my head down hard with her other hand. “No! Bite it! Hard! Please!”

I loved it when she got like this. She knew I could be very rough with her, and so I complied. I ripped her thong off as I sucked and bit her. She wailed with delight as she tugged at my jeans and frantically tried to kick them down with her bare heels. “You gonna make me cum fast?”

“Oh god, yes, just put it in me.”

“No, I’m not going to cum fast. You’re in for it now.”

“Oh god,” she said, drawing the words long in her mouth. I started to rub her clit to get her wet for me but felt that she had soaked the lacquered surface of the bureau upon which she sat with her legs spread wide. She finally wrapped her thin fingers around my cock, squeezed, and started stroking me. “Oh…”

“You want this?”

“Take it. Please! I want you.”

I kissed her again as I pushed her shoulders back into the wall and rubbed the head of my cock against her clit. I always gave her much more warmup time and usually went down on her before we fucked, this was the quickest we had ever gone from starting to fucking since we had been together. I parted the thick lips of her pussy and started to work my way in. Her cries were muffled by our lips.

She threw her head back and yelled. “Oh my god!” She pulled my head towards her chest and I grabbed one of her breasts and began to suck on it. “You feel so fucking good!”

She felt incredibly tight but I just wanted to be inside of her. I wanted to own her body and leave her quivering as we left to go out for the night. I grabbed her hips, angled myself, and rammed in as hard and as deep as she could take me. Her cries came freely and loud in my ear. Because of the height of her seated position and my angle, the top of my cock slid against her clit as I slid in.

“Holy fuck you feel so good. You’re such a good little girl keeping your pussy tight for my huge cock. Good girl,” I moaned as I started working faster.

“Fuck me! Faster!” she cooed.

I started working up my momentum. The bureau was slamming the wall and her stuff was falling all over the place. “Faster?” I moaned. Her tight, juicy pussy felt unlike anything ever before. I was starting to sweat and she was dripping already.

“Yes, please, faster, harder,” she panted.

I started giving it my all. I gritted my teeth and pulled her hair. She looked up at me with her big bright eyes and dug her nails into my ass. Something fell and broke. Her cat ran out of the room.

“Deeper!” she yelled.

I tried to go all the way in and she bucked, squeezing her thighs together. “Too deep!” We laughed and I went back to my staccato, metered strokes and kissed her. “Just like that…” she trailed off.

Every muscle in my body felt like it was on fire. I worried that I was hurting her but she was unbreakable. Her pussy felt like a vice around me.

“Goddammit, I love you,” she moaned.

“I love you so much,” I said as I picked her up and spun her around, wrenched her up by her hips and re-entered her from behind standing up. “Good, good girl. You feel so good,” I whispered in her ear.

“Yes, hard, just like that.”

Our quickie was drawing out longer than she had expected but in this position I could fuck her hard without worrying about hitting her cervix. She gently arched her glistening back, butting her tight little ass towards me.

“Yes, please just like that.”

I had to caution myself not to quicken my pace when she started repeating those words. I had to be patient for her orgasms and the hard rhythm I had established was difficult for me to maintain.

“Look at me. I want to see your eyes,” I demanded. She turned her head and the look of sweaty desperation and lust in her eyes thrilled me. I couldn’t believe my luck. She was way out of my league, but she said the same thing about me all the time.

“Ugh, you fucker, fuck, I can’t believe this,” she moaned.

She closed her eyes and I smacked her ass hard. She squealed. “Oh my god!”

I spanked her again. And again.

“You fucking like that?” I saw her nod in encouragement, but she could not form words.

I struggled to keep the same rhythm as she was tensing and yelping with pleasure. She grabbed the wrist of my hand that was gripping her breast and clenched her knees together. I spanked her again.

“Don’t…stop.”

She repeated that phrase a few more times between the rapid sounds of our bodies slapping together.

“Cum with me. Please…”

“Look at me and I’ll cum with you.”

“Cum inside me. I want to feel it…”

She looked back at me, yearning for me to make her cum.

“You want to feel my cum dripping out of you all night, while we’re at dinner?”

“Oh god. Yes…” she whimpered.

“While we’re at the movies?”

“Oh please, do it.”

I could feel her right leg begin to spasm as she began to cum. She stumbled forward and almost fell as I caught her. I began quickening and deepening my pace to finish myself.

“Oh fuck no, oh fuck no, oh fuck no I’m cumming…” she screeched, drawing out her final syllable.

With that I felt an electric shock in all of my fingertips and toes and at the crown of my head that immediately shot down each limb, down my spine and up through my cock and into Chloe’s pussy. I yelled with the full strength of all my being as I emptied into her. We could both feel my cock twinge and pulse, inflating right as she was tensing all of her muscles. I kept fucking her and we both kept cumming.

“Fuck! Fuck!” She twisted her body around and lifted one leg so that she could throw her arms around my shoulders and kiss me. It was possibly the most vigorous I had ever been with anyone and one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had.

I was still hard and still moving slowly inside of her. Her cum was all over our lower bodies. My cum was still deep inside her, plugged by the extremely tight seal our bodies formed together.

“You’re still hard,” she purred.

“I have an eternal hard on when I’m around you,” I said.

She laughed. “No that’s not true!”

“Yes it is. It’s physically impossible for me to lose my erection if you’re in the room.”

“I’ve seen you! I’ve seen your big long floppy dick looking funny when you run.”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh!” she yelled and suddenly stared off in the distance, seeming to be concentrating on something. “Oh!” she repeated, and then laughed sheepishly. She looked at me and then suddenly snapped out of it, flashing her broad smile at me. “Uh…keep doing that.” Her tone was hushed.

I kept thrusting, and reached my hand around to gently circle her clit with my middle finger. She was soaked, and her sweat and cum had drenched her fawny tuft of pubic hair.

I was much slower and gentle with her as I gently pulled on one nipple.

“Like this?” I asked.

“I…don’t know what’s happening. Yes. Hold on. Put me on the bed but don’t pull out.”

I sat down, gingerly spun her around, and then flipped her around and laid down on her bed overtop of all of her discarded outfits. Her ill-fitting tiny dress was still in a band around her waist.

As soon as I touched her clit again she let out an exclaimed “holy shit!” I was deeply stroking in and out of her, and had never even come close to losing my erection. She was too gorgeous and the sex was too hot. “Yes, just like that. Oh my god I think I’m going to cum again.”

It happened quick this time but from much slower sex. As she yelled and panted through her orgasm I kissed her ear, her neck, her collarbone, her oceanic breasts, holding her hand as she rode a wave of heretofore unknown sensations.

She was crying and when I noticed she laughed. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me!”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah! That was crazy, I don’t know what happened.”

“You like the way I fuck you.”

“Fuck yes I do! How the fuck did you do that?”

“I want to worship your body. I want to know all of its secrets.”

“Okay, get the fuck out of me. I’m starving.” I pulled out and a massive amount of semen and her cum came out after me.

“Is your dick gonna go down or are you stuck like this? Did you even cum again? I’m sorry I wasn’t even paying attention!”

“No, no if I was going to get off again we’d never get out of here, it’s totally okay.”

“You’re so fucking hot,” she said.

“You’re way, way hotter than me,” I replied.

“I’m just gonna go like this. I don’t give a fuck. You don’t mind if I don’t put my thong back on do you?”

“Of course not.”

“I’m gonna feel you drip out of me all night. I want to be reminded of this.”

I laughed at her. “Well, I’m gonna get cleaned up.”

“Can I do it?” She asked excitedly.

She followed me into the bathroom, lathered up some handsoap with warm water, and stroked me with it. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the way it felt.

“Your dick is very pretty.”

“Thanks. Can we just…stop now?”

“No! I need to get this soap off of you and dry you off.” Her dress was still pulled down past her breasts. I wished she would cover up. I was starting to lose my mind. She ran a washcloth under the hot water wiped me down with it.

“I came a lot. I came all over both of us. I’m so sorry I’m so messy.”

“Don’t be sorry. You’re a good girl. Don’t ever apologize for your perfect pussy.”

After she was done drying me off I struggled to pull my jeans back up and to stuff my erection back into them.

“Aw you poor thing. Do you want to wait?”

“No I got this. It will go down when it’s away from your naked body.”

“Oh no! I’m sorry. I didn’t realize. Is this a problem?” she asked as she lightly caressed her breasts.

“Fuck you,” I said and kissed her.

The entire affair lasted for an hour and a half and we were lucky to get a table at the restaurant. I couldn’t believe that she wore the same dress and didn’t do anything but run a brush through her hair before we left. She looked tousled and wild.

“It’s obvious that you just got fucked,” I whispered in her ear as we sat to eat.

She blushed through her tan, “only you can really know.”

After she finished her cake, she leaned over and asked me in my ear, “I can feel your cum all over this seat. Is that bad?”

“No. It’s good. It’s very, very good.”

The movie was a schlocky action film, perfect drive-in fodder. We arrived just before the show was about to start and missed previews as we were pulling into a spot off to the side. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her legs and imagined how many people she must have flashed her pussy or tight little ass too just getting up from the table at dinner. The dress was blatantly inappropriate but even now that the sun was down the temperatures were still near 100. So low-cut that I could see the pale parts of her flesh that her bikini covered on most days, and she couldn’t wear a bra with it, either. The girl who took our tickets at the booth looked rankled at her, as if she was “getting away with it.” I didn’t want the ticket girl to be mad. She could dress that way as well if she felt like it. It was hot, and Chloe couldn’t help being built that way.

“While we were at the restaurant, I was wondering what it would be like if you weren’t my girlfriend. If I was just one of those guys at the pool or strangers.”

“And?”

“I think that I wouldn’t be able to get you out of my head for weeks. Maybe months. Until I just couldn’t hold onto the memory anymore.”

“Why?”

“You look better than anyone any of them has ever seen,” I replied.

“So what?”

“So, that’s what men like.”

“They’re pathetic.”

“That would make me pathetic too.”

“No, you knew me for years before we started dating. And I made the first move. Because you were always respectable towards me, far more respectable than anyone else has ever been,” she explained.

“What about a couple hours ago?”

She flushed again. “I trust you enough to give you my body like that. It feels so good to be roughed up and owned by someone who’s so courteous to me outside of the bedroom and who knows everything about me and can have intellectual conversations about art and politics without staring at my chest. You have good eye contact maintenance skills.”

“Oh, I look.”

“I want you to look.”

I laughed.

“Look,” she said. I glanced over. She had pulled the fabric of her dress down and the flesh of one of her breasts up just an inch or two to expose her nipple. Almost immediately the strap snapped. We both let out an exasperated laugh.

“I knew that was going to happen! Your poor dress was hanging on for dear life,” I laughed.

“Oh…what are we going to do?” she whined.

“We don’t have to get out of the car, so we’ll just have to fix it when we get back to your place.”

She shook her head, laughed, and tried to hike her dress back up, examining what had gone wrong.

Given that neither of us were too interested in the film, we made out through most of it, but since it was a packed Friday crowd at the drive-in, the crowds walking by with popcorn and coke were watching. She pawed over my jeans at my hard dick but I kept moving her hand away. I kept telling her what I was going to do to her when I got her home.

“I’m going to kiss every square inch of your body.”

“I’m going to lick you up the backs of your legs, circle around your hips and start my way back down the insides of your thighs.”

“I’m going to kiss the backs of your shoulders while you straddle my lap and I massage your legs, inching closer and closer to your pussy.”

“I’m going to stop my tongue just short of your clit, so close that you can feel my breath on you, and you beg me for it.”

“I’m going to get lost eating you out.”

“I’m going to lightly run my tongue in circles around your nipples while you touch yourself.”

“I’m going to wrap myself tightly around you and envelop all of you.”

“I’m going to bite your lip while you cum from riding me.”

I went on like that, whispering in her ear while kissing her neck while she sweated and swore at me to stop teasing her. Both couples to the right and the left of us seemed more interested in the busty honey-dipped blonde getting hot and heavy with her tall dashing boyfriend in the 1968 Bonneville than the movie.

Just before the closing credits came up we floored it out of there, getting stuck only momentarily behind a few other like-minded carloads trying to cut out early before we all spilled out onto the long country highway that pointed home. “Ugh, my god, just get me home. You are terrible. A wretched, awful man,” she castigated breathlessly. She was ruffled and glowing in the humid air. “I could feel you pouring out of me all night. I think I ruined your seat. That was so hot. So hot.”

I couldn’t handle it anymore. I wasn’t sure I could drive straight all the way home. “Do you want that again?”

“Mm-hm,” she mumbled while biting her lip and shooting me the cutest doe eyes.

“I’m going to ruin you.”

“Tell me what you want to do with me.”

“I want to take care of you. Take control of your body.” She slid over towards me, leaning her body towards me. Her damaged dress was slipping. “I want to spend the rest of the night inside you until we both die from exhaustion.” She started stroking my leg and wasted no time before grabbing my balls, then extending her palm up over my cock. She ran her hand up my shaft until she reached the head of my cock, straining against the thinner fabric of the inside of my pocket.

I drew a sharp breath and tried to focus on the road as she undid my belt and the button of my jeans, sliding her fingers into my jeans. She ripped my fly down by yanking at my pants and swung my dick out.

I looked at the side of Chloe’s beautiful face, watching my cock as she slowly stroked me, lightly. First all the way up, letting my foreskin slide just slightly over the ridge of the head of my cock, and then all the way back down again. I looked back up at the road, with the few seldom headlights driving past us.

She slid further over on the sofa seat of the Bonneville, resting her heavy breast over my right leg, and kissed the tip of my cock with her warm, thick lips. I looked down at her. I could no longer see her face but I could see her long, strong legs, her tiny dress hiking up. I laid my arm down her back and laid my hand gently over her ass. I didn’t want to distract her since there wasn’t much I could do for her until we got home.

We were entering a wooded area north of the city and still had miles of suburbs on the other side of the hills and forest before we descended back into the valley and through populated areas.

“You like the way this feels?” she asked.

“Fuck. Yes. Don’t stop.”

“I want it inside me.”

“Just keep going.”

“Drive fast. I can’t wait.”

“What do you need me to do to you?”

“I need you to fucking ruin me.”

“Do you want me to be sweet with you, or rough with you?”

“Can you do both?”

“Of course.”

“God I love you.”

“I love you too. And I’ll show you when we get home.”

“Let me show you now,” and down she went, gobbling as much of my cock as she could, squeezing and stroking with her hands.

Her pretty little mouth and tongue were blinding me to the road as she noisily slurped and sucked, taking short breaks to noisily jerk me and whisper dirty little things, simple “motherfucker,” “I want to feel you cum in me again,” “fucking giant motherfucker” things.

I focused on the road with laser-like intensity through the insane sensations of her hot mouth wrapped around me and slick tongue lapping at every surface of my cock. We were passing through a narrow valley along a creek under a heavy tree canopy with city glow ahead. I forced myself to stop remembering what she looked like straddling me, her body bucking fast and boobs bouncing all over the place, hair in her eyes, screaming that she had never cum like that before, the sounds of our wet flesh slapping against each other as her juices cascaded out of her pussy; or when we switched positions, the way it looked as I entered her from behind, her tight pussy lips stretching around me, the way it felt to hold her narrow hips as I pumped into her, begging me to spank her, begging me to spank her harder, demanding that I make sure I make her ass feel it forever, her nails digging into the backs of my hand as she came again; or when I threw her down onto the bed and she bit my shoulder and scratched my back deep, her desperate, pleading eyes looking at me when she cried that she loved me, loved me so much. No, I wasn’t thinking about it at all.

“We have some fans,” I said. She looked up to see a couple girls in a jeep, pacing us and laughing their heads off. She met their ogling and laughed with them before proudly going back into it with even more vigor, showing off. The highway had widened to four lanes and I don’t even know how many cars had passed by before we were caught. I looked over at them and I’ll never forget the look in the eyes of the girl on the passenger side, really only a few feet from me as I received what was then one of the best blowjobs of my life. She was still laughing, surprised and shocked along with her driver but there was a seriousness in her face as she tilted her head towards me and drew one of her shoulders up. She looked genuinely turned on, and it drove me crazy to play exhibitionist with Chloe, to have an audience of two young beautiful women my age watching my big dick get slobbered over.

I thought they would eventually take off or fade back but there wasn’t a lot of traffic on the road wanting to pass us. I kept making eye contact with the passenger, who wasn’t really my type but who was really hot. Their laughter had subsided and made way for what seemed like genuine embarrassed fascination.

“Are they still watching?” Chloe asked.

“Uh, yes.”

“Oh my god! Those pervy little bitches!” Chloe looked up at them and held the passenger’s gaze while pursing her lips over the tip of my cock and giving me long, broad strokes. It was too much for me — the way the warm, light flesh of her ass felt in my hand, the vulgar feelings of her wet, sloppy beats, and of course, showing off to the two girls in the jeep — and all of a sudden I felt another orgasm all of a sudden welling up from deep inside my body somewhere.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” Chloe let out a satisfied little chuckle with her mouth full, as she modulated her strokes and put more of the head of my cock in her mouth.

I watched her open her eyes again to make eye contact with her friends in the other car. I looked over at them, and the passenger was rapt, mouth agape. She quickly glanced at me but then right back down to Chloe and my cock.

She held her tongue against me and I felt myself explode into her mouth, her fist matching the wavelengths of my orgasm, making the relief volcanic. She swallowed a little before taking her head away and making me continue to cum onto my own chest. I heard cheering over the drastic noise of the highway. Chloe kissed me and whispered in my ear, “you loved that. I love that you loved that.”

“Holy hell,” was all I could say. I was out of breath and barely aware of my car’s location in the universe.

“Those girls loved that,” she continued. “I think I better watch out.”

“Never. It would never happen,” I managed.

“Can they watch you fuck me when we get back?”

“Oh definitely, whenever they want.” Right at that moment they pulled away, but not before throwing one last flirtatious look from the beautiful passenger. They had out-of-state plates.

Chloe laughed. “Woah, she was in love with you! You just made someone fall in love with you with your dick!”

My comically deflated cock lay slumped over onto my lap, still covered in my cum. “I can’t wait to consume you when we get home.”

“Yum,” she cooed.

Finally back in the city, I chased her up into her apartment building, catching her and ripping the other strap and zipper off of her dress before we even had the door to her apartment closed. I tossed it aside, shredded. She was all of a sudden naked save for her heeled sandals, and I picked her up and threw her onto her couch.

“Ooh!” she yelled as I noticed her face and chest were brightly flushed under the lights of her living room. I wanted to fulfill every promise I had made at the drive-in. I flipped her over onto her stomach and kneeled at her feet, kissing the back of her ankle, slowly making my way up her calf, the backs of her knee, and her thigh with wet kisses as she breathed heavily looking back at me. I kissed her with little room to spare between my lips and the fat outer lips of her pussy, before pulling away and flipping her over onto her back. I started to make my way back down before she grabbed my chin. “Please. Please just stay right here,” she begged as she started to rub her clit with her slender fingers.

I complied but shifted over to the inside of her other thigh. I tasted the saltiness of her cum from earlier and nibbled lightly at the warm folds of her flesh where her skin tone went from deeply bronzed to glaring cream. I sucked at her outer lips and she screamed.

“God I am so ready for this,” she whimpered. “Please.”

I took one deep draught from her pussy, burying my face into her. She arched her back and let go of my head, throwing her own head back as far as it would go.

She was so sweet and rich. My cock was already hard again, and as I wildly sucked at her clit, I undressed myself. I started jerking myself off, in anticipation of her outrageously tight pussy and watching her body heave against mine. I licked her, swollen and pink, and thought back to the first time we kissed in Paris, the first time I saw her naked as we hooked up in the sauna in one of her late-night hotel lifeguard jobs, as she stripped out of her athletic one piece and blew my mind with disbelief at how unbelievable her body was, the first time we had sex, a marathon all-night affair at a beach house, the first time I made her cum after she coached me to pound her rough and relentlessly from behind so badly that I thought I would hurt her, the first time we fucked outside in a thunderstorm, and then of course, right back to the girls in the jeep, watching her give me the blowjob of my life.

“Do you wish those chicks were watching us?” I often felt as though she could read my mind.

“Is that what you want?”

“That’s what they want!” she joked. “Oh! wait, just like that.”

It had only been a short while and she was getting ready to cum. I wrapped my arms around her hips and pinned her down so that she couldn’t writhe away from me.

Her orgasm snuck up on both of us, as her cries built up to a fast crescendo. She slapped at my head with both hands and squeezed my skull like a melon with her muscular swimmer’s legs. She took two fistfulls of my hair and braced herself with a battle against her own body. My cock strained between the fabric of the couch and my body, engorged and veiny, anticipating stuffing her soaking pussy as far as she could take. She slapped the top of my head three more times and I started running out of breath. Her windows were open and I heard her screams echo down into the court. As I felt her orgasm subsiding, I slowed down, but she lurched her body away from me and pulled me up. She grabbed me by my neck and kissed me deeply, ramming her tongue down my throat and muttered about how much she loved me and how amazing that felt. She pulled me up onto the couch and laid down on top of me, as we continued to make out and hold each other. She put her head down on my chest and tried to catch her breath, rubbing my arms and my sides. I gently massaged her shoulder, and within moments I realized that she had fallen asleep naked on top of me with all of the lights on. I was a little worked up, but it was starting to get late and I was tired from my long work day and two enormous orgasms earlier.

I closed my eyes and continued to stroke her skin as she started to doze heavily. I let my mind drift off to those two girls in the jeeps, wondering if the passenger was touching herself, inserting herself into situations with us as she imagined them. I inserted her presence in as many of our escapades as I could recall, watching, touching herself, bringing herself to orgasms to match ours. I started fantasizing about her tagging along on one of our road trips from the month before, hanging out in the backseat of the car and asking us very personal, probing questions, before I realized that the story was starting to drift into the surreal and that I was beginning to dream, away from the reality of Chloe and I naked and messy in that brightly lit living room in the middle of the night.

originally posted at revolutionarylibertine

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