The car ride was pretty quiet. I looked out the window, contemplating what could happen, what might happen when we got back to my flat. I glanced over at Marie a few times, trying to gauge what she was thinking, but she just focused on where she was driving, and any time she caught me looking, she just gave me a smile.
When we arrived, she took my keys out of the ignition and unlocked my front door. It wasn’t hard, there was only one key on my keyring besides the car key. I knew at this point I probably didn’t have a concussion, but there was something about her trying to take care of me that I really liked. Something about the way she took charge. I wasn’t an extroverted person by any means, but I’d never known any one to be so purposed like she was.
I got out of the car, and she held my front door open for me.
“Go lie down, I’ll be right back,” she said. I was a little confused, but I went into my living room, lay down on the couch, and waited. A few minutes later, I heard the door open again. I didn’t have a door to my living room, just a doorway, and she saw me when she walked in.
“Kitchen?” she asked.
“End of the hall,” I pointed over my shoulder, to the room behind this one. She nodded, and followed my direction. I heard the kettle turn on and boil, and a few moments later, she came in with a mug, a small tagged string hanging out of one side.
“It’s tea,” she said, when I looked confused. “Fruit tea.”
She blew steam off the mug, her lips pursed softly, and handed it to me. I took it, and smelled it. It was the same scent I had caught off her when she had her hand on my forehead. I blew on it myself, then sipped. It was nice, but more than the taste, it relaxed me. The warmth of it, flowing into me, I felt tension leave my body.
She was watching me. She was sitting on my coffee table, and had one leg tucked under herself, the other stretched out. When she saw my reaction to the concoction, she beamed.
“It’s nice,” I said.
She nodded, happily. “Thanks, it’s my favourite. I’d like to take a look at your head again, if that’s alright?” she asked, motioning to come over. I put the mug down, and nodded.
She shuffled over, and like last time, rested one knee on the couch next to me, half-standing, half-sitting, her hand gingerly touching my head.
“I don’t think you have a concussion,” she said quietly. Her voice was right next to my ear, and the hairs on my arms stood up with the sensation. I just murmured an agreement.
I looked up at her, so close to me. I realised that we were only a few inches apart. I looked into her eyes. She looked into mine. She leaned down, so our faces were almost touching, and I heard her breath get shallower.
“I should probably stay though,” she said, her breath high in her chest, making it expand and contract in front of me, “just to make sure you’re all right.”
What was happening? Was it what I thought? Who was Lou in this equation? Were they even dating?
All these questions sped around my mind at a higher speed than I could recognise them, and then they were all, suddenly, stopped. Her lips were on mine, her chest against mine, her legs interlaced with mine.
It was soft kiss, almost as if she were testing the boundaries. I wondered if she still thought I was hurt.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, and I felt her situating herself on top of me, straddling me with her strong thighs. I knew this felt wrong, but I also knew there was no way I could stop myself.
More gooseflesh surfaced on my body, and I let out a small whimper. I’d never whimpered before, not for anyone, and I didn’t mean to do it now, it just happened. She took this as a good sign, and kept going. I responded in kind. Her kisses became more impassioned when she saw that I was reciprocating, and she pressed herself against me, pushing my onto my back on the couch.
She broke the kiss long enough to take off her shirt, her skin glowing slightly from the sweat of the tennis match. She kissed me again, then tugged at the bottom of my shirt.
“Off,” she murmured, a request or a demand, it didn’t matter which. I obliged, shivering slightly as my chest was exposed to the air, but she quickly warmed me up. She began to kiss my neck, my chest, my stomach. They were soft kisses, not aggressive by any means, as if she were still taking care of me, or with me. She got to my waistline, and worked her way back up.
I knew she could tell I was ready, but something about her continuing the foreplay excited me even more. I put my hands on her waist, and when she was face to face with me again, I kissed her, giving her an emphatic yes.
The good thing about sportswear is how elastic it is. There were no pesky buttons, not awkward zips, just slip on and slip off. Her sports bra was grey, and clean, and professional, and I liked it on her, so I didn’t take it off. I thought the same about her skirt, so when she reached down to slip it off, I stopped her. She raised an eyebrow, giving me a questioning look, almost concerned that I’d want to stop.
“Leave it on,” I panted out, “it looks good on you.”
She smirked, and took my face in her hands. “You flirt,” she said, as her lips pressed to mine.
As she was kissing me, I reached under the skirt that suited her so well. I felt for the waistband of her underwear, and followed it down. I moved it aside, and touched her.
She hummed into my mouth, and I kept going. She moved her hips into my hand, which also moved them against my shorts. It felt amazing, and I loved what I was doing to her, but I didn’t want to go before I got them off.
My chest shivered as I inhaled, and she broke the kiss to moan softly into my ear.
“Fuck,” I whispered next to hers in response. She whimpered at the word, and I bit my lip. I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed to move on.
I moved my hand off of her, out of her, and towards my waistband. She half-opened her eyes, and saw what I was doing, lifting her leg to give me room. I awkwardly shuffled out of my elastic shorts, and accidentally hooked my underwear too, so they both came off at once.
I sprang forward from underneath.
“Well *hello* there,” she said, just like she had said when she saw me over the wall. I shivered, and her hand traced down my chest, and she took me in her grip. I was slick, and she moved slow, almost teasing, looking through her half-closed eyelids into my eyes as she got faster, and faster.
My back arched, and I bit my lip, and she hummed at my response.
“Hmm, good boy,” she said, her voice low and quiet in my ear. She gave me another tug for good measure, then shifted around me, so that she was straddling me again, not yet hiding me under her skirt.
“Do you want to keep going?” she asked, suddenly serious.
“MHM,” was all I could get out. She leaned over, lifting her waist, and as she positioned herself, she whispered into my lips again.
“*Good boy.*”
She liked what that did to me, and she wanted to do more. She slowly lowered herself on to me, both of us twitching with anticipation, and it was soon fulfilled.
After lowering herself all the way down, we both held our positions as she adjusted. She raised her eyebrows slightly, and wiggled her hips, and my legs twitched with how it felt.
Soon she was moving, and we were kissing, and I was dying a thousand beautiful deaths as her breath fell on my skin, and my hands caressed her body, and our hips moved in tandem. We kept on, pushing ourselves towards each other, as if trying to move into one another, until neither one of us could take it anymore, and we overheated, and tensed our bodies, bringing us both to a twitching, gorgeous, glorious end.
She collapsed on me, her eyes closed tight as the last of the ecstasy shivered its way up her spine and down her legs, and she bit her lip, and my muscles tensed. After a moment, I let out a breath, and my head fell back into the couch cushions.
She giggled. At some point, her bra *had* come off, and her new vulnerability was beautiful. She was resting on my chest as we caught our breath.
After far too short a time, she kissed my stomach, and looked up at me, one eyebrow raised.
“I have a job for you,” she said, a smirk growing on her face.
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Part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oeyyrr/i_have_a_job_for_you_mf_part_1_cheat_but_maybe/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oeyyrr/i_have_a_job_for_you_mf_part_1_cheat_but_maybe/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
Part 2: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/og7w8w/i_have_a_job_for_you_mf_part_2_cheat_but_maybe/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/og7w8w/i_have_a_job_for_you_mf_part_2_cheat_but_maybe/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
Part 3: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ogxpnw/i_have_a_job_for_you_mf_part_3_cheat_but_maybe/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ogxpnw/i_have_a_job_for_you_mf_part_3_cheat_but_maybe/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
[Woof, what a chapter! I’m thinking this might be the end, but then again I did put a possible MMF Swinging tag in the title, so who knows! I hope you enjoyed so far, and let me know if you want more adventures of the marvelous Marie and our lovely protagonist!]
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