I pushed the play button on my answering machine. It was Jeff, a guy I knew growing up. Now it was 1993, and we were both in our early twenties. I hadn’t talked to him in years, as we had gone to different high schools and lost touch with each other. But when he heard I lived in Chicago he tracked me down and gave me a call. So I called him back.
“Hey man, I’m in Chicago for a few days of training,” Jeff said, “But I’m free Friday night. Maybe we could get together.”
“Yeah, that sounds great,” I replied, “it’d be fun to catch up.”
“Can I crash at your place Friday night?”
“Sure, no problem. I’ve got a pullout couch.”
We agreed to meet at a pizza place, chatted a little longer, and hung up.
On Friday night I went to the pizza place with Sylvia, my girlfriend at the time, and we met up with Jeff. He brought along a woman named Cassie. They had met at the training program a few days earlier.
When I last knew Jeff, he was sort of a nerdy kid, like I was. Since then, he had become a severe jock. He was into working out and talked a lot about his fraternity friends. But he seemed like an OK guy still, and we got along fine for the evening.
Cassie, meanwhile, could have walked off a catalog cover: She had straight blonde hair that was cut a little short, perfect teeth and a model-type face. She wore a bright pink jacket and tight white pants. She was from Ohio. I remember her being really sincere and poised, but without much of a sense of humor.
Over dinner, we learned our visitors would both be leaving the next day – Cassie on one plane to Cleveland, and Jeff on another to California. At one point Cassie and Sylvia went to the bathroom together. Jeff took that chance to ask,
“Hey, do you mind if Cassie stays over tonight? I mean she has a hotel room but she’d have to take a cab back and stuff…”
“Sure, no problem.”
“Cool, thanks man.”
After dinner we went to a blues club. The club was loud, so we couldn’t talk much, but we sat together, each of us holding our partner.
“You know, this is really great, man,” Jeff said to me at one point, “Here we are in this great city, and we’re both here with these great girls.” I agreed it was great.
As time wore on at the club, Jeff and Cassie started to make out in a pretty serious way. We took a cab back to my small, one-bedroom walkup apartment. We took a few moments to prepare the pullout bed in the living room and said goodnight. Sylvia and I went into my bedroom and closed the door, leaving Jeff and Cassie in the living room. We changed into our sleep clothes and chatted for a few minutes. Eventually, I needed to use the bathroom. Since the only way to get there was through the living room, I opened the door and stepped out.
The lights were out in the living room, but it was dimly lit by the streetlights outside and the light from our bedroom. As I turned right towards the bathroom, I heard rustling from the pullout bed, which was a few feet to the left of my door. I glanced over and saw Cassie. She was topless, and her eyes were closed with a look of absorption. The rest of her was hidden under a heaving clump of sheets on the bed. I went straight to the bathroom and closed the door.
I brushed my teeth and did the rest of my bedtime stuff, then stepped back into the hallway. I was pretty sure my guests heard me pass through the first time, so I figured they would lay low as I came back.
I was wrong. The sheets had been cast aside. Cassie was on her elbows – naked, whimpering and grasping at a pillow. Her back was arched as she faced the streetside window. Jeff stood behind her with his feet on the floor, gripping at her hips and steadily pumping himself into her. It smelled like sweat.
Sylvia met me with a smirk at the doorway to my room. We lingered for a moment and watched our guests carry on. I wasn’t exactly offended, but I was taken aback by their boldness. Having lived in small apartments, I was used to hearing creaking beds once in a while. But this was different: These people had no inhibition at all.
Jeff paused and climbed onto the bed. Cassie pushed her firm, round ass into the air and moved her knees a little farther apart. Jeff knelt behind her, raised one foot onto the bed, and plowed into her once again. The sounds of pounding flesh resumed. Cassie’s whimpers grew to squeals as he continued to fuck her from behind.
Sylvia and I took a couple steps into the bedroom and whispered to each other. I don’t remember exactly what we said, but I recall her being more amused and less flustered than I was. We realized, first of all, that no one in the apartment was going to sleep anytime soon. We thought about asking our guests to “keep it down”, but things seemed past that point. We thought about ignoring them and waiting it out. But that wasn’t easy either – we were both feeling the grip of what we had seen. She was wearing only a loose sleepshirt on top, and her nipples were poking through the thin fabric. I looked down at the smooth skin of her thighs. My cock was pressing hard against my sweatpants, and I knew she could tell. She raised a hand to my temple and ran her fingers through my hair. Our lips met. The conversation was over.
I put my hands up her sleepshirt and cupped her bare breasts as we kissed. We took off her shirt, and I licked at her nipples, then knelt and slid down her panties. I stepped out of my sleeppants. We stumbled naked towards my bed and fell onto it.
“Wait,” I said stepping over to the doorway, “I’ll close the door.”
“Don’t bother,” Sylvia said, “they’ll hear us anyway”.
At the doorway I took one more glance at our guests as they romped on the pullout bed. I felt a little surge of competitiveness towards Jeff. Instead of closing the door, I nudged it open a little more. Returning to the side of the bed, I dropped to my knees, slipped my hands around Sylvia’s hips, and buried my face between her legs.
A steady din of fucksounds carried through the open doorway – panting, OhFucks, and rhythmic slaps of skin. As the sounds washed over us, my tongue rode gently over Sylvia’s folds, then darted firmly into her depths. She moaned softly. I let my fingers take over. Sylvia’s moans grew louder as she squirmed, then finally shuddered with satisfaction.
As her climax subsided, I knelt on the edge of the bed and stroked my stiff, eager cock. Sylvia reached forward and took over for me. She tugged gently at my balls as she ran her warm tongue up and down my cock. I took a few deep breaths, then gasped as she lowered her lips around my tip and sucked her way down my shaft.
From the next room, there were deep grunts from Jeff. The bounces and creaks tapered off. I put my hand gently on Sylvia’s cheek.
“I wanna fuck you now,” I said.
She smiled and laid back on the bed. I crawled forward on my knees between her open legs and collapsed onto her, wrapping my arms around her and feeling her soft, pert breasts press against my pecs. Our lips met again. I entered her and groaned as I sank deep inside. Her breath shortened, and she hugged me tightly. We rocked together slowly before settling into a gentle rhythm. Propping myself up on my palms, I quickened our pace. Her hands groped hard at my ass as I drilled deeper into her. We began to hear whispers in the doorway, but we were preoccupied with each other, and we filled the apartment with our own noises. In time, I sat up a little. Holding my hands around her waist, I watched her breasts bounce with each hard thrust I delivered.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I cried.
I pulled out my cock and pumped it with my fist, shooting thick streams of spunk across her body and the bed. We caught our breath, kissed again, then held each other tight.
There were stifled giggles from Cassie and then more whispers. Then the living room fell quiet. We cleaned up, and Sylvia made her own trip to the bathroom. This time she found our guests silent and under the sheets. When she returned, she turned out the light in our room. And since I didn’t want my snoring to keep our guests awake, I closed the door. We lay in bed bewildered and satisfied.
The next morning, Cassie ran across the street and brought back coffee and muffins from Starbucks. Apart from a few knowing smiles and glances, no one said anything about what had happened the night before. We said goodbye to Jeff and Cassie, and they jumped into a cab to O’Hare. I never saw or heard from either of them again.
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