(Originally wrote this inspired by someone's prompt on DPP, as I sometimes do, but was happy enough with it to want to share it. Been in more of a writing mood lately.)
Shelly was over on the couch with him only minutes after Kyle, her boyfriend, left for work.
She had a rough pretense of 'being friendly,' and the two of them were watching a movie, but it didn't stop Michael from finding her fawning attention somewhat annoying. The way that her hands were constantly on his arms, the way she brushed up against him accidentally-on-purpose,– all of those little signs that she was interested in him.
It wasn't that she was unattractive. Quite the contrary, Shelly was one of the most attractive girls that Michael knew, and he'd been happy for Ryan right up until he realized what a whore his best friend had started dating. The poor bastard had it bad for her, though, and wasn't listening to reason.
"Can you knock it off," he finally convinced himself to say, giving her a dirty little glance.
She just pouted a little. "What do you mean?"
"I've known Ryan since grade school. He's my best friend," he says, giving Shelly a pointed look, leaving the rest of the thought unvoiced as she just… catches his gaze..
Shelly, though, just smiles a little. Her nose wrinked up a bit, a bit of an amused sparkle in her eyes, which do not flinch as they meet Michael's.
There's something about the way she's looking at him, like she knows something he doesn't,– or at least won't admit,– that gets to him just a bit.
She smirks, outright SMIRKS, when Michael looks away.
"It's okay, you're not betraying him,– you think I'm hot, and you know that I'm available,–" Shelly says, her hand lightly resting on Michael's thigh.
"I would be, though, that's just it…" he protests.
"Except you know that I'm already unfaithful to him," she says, her hand– unopposed,– moving just a bit higher up on his leg. That sparkle in her eye getting even more amused as she brushes, lightly, against the outline of his cock. "It's perfectly understandable that you want me."
God help him, he did want her. Since he'd first seen her, though he'd not have thought of doing anything then,– especially now, she looked so fuckable in that tight leather mini-skirt. She was practically falling out of that purple blouse, which looked to be too small for her to begin with, nevermind the several buttons that she'd undone…
…her breasts looked so perfect, large and full, her long dark nipples poking through the material of her top. Michael just sighed, a hand reaching out, cupping one of them.
Shelly moaned at the contact, pressing her breast more fully into his hand, her own finding his hardness. Squeezing. Rubbing, lightly,– she gasps, just a bit, as Michael grabs at her. Their lips coming together into a passionate kiss, tongues dueling,– moaning through the contact as he squeezes her nipple between his fingers.
"Mmmmm, yesss!" She's all but climbing onto his lap, rolling her hips as she grinds against his growing hardness. One of his hands still on her breast, the other sliding down her back, grasping at her tight little ass and pulling her into him.
Michael had been surprised at the passion in his kiss, but the intensity of the kiss that Shelly gave him shocked him, never mind the wanton way she was rubbing herself against him. She was practically ontop of him, her whole body pressed against him,– sucking on his lower lip, releasing it from her mouth with a wet plop once the kiss finally ends, never stopping the contact his hardness and the heat between her legs.
"Oh fuck!" he exclaims.
"Mmmm, yes, please," she says, eyes half-lidded. "I've wanted you so long, Michael, you have no idea…"
He started working on the buttons of her blouse, peeling it off her and marveling at the revealed perfection of her breasts, not sure if he wanted to latch his lips onto one of those oh-so-suckable nipples or kiss her again so she'd stop talking.
He settled for asking, "Oh? Me, specifically? I figured I was just… here.. an itch for you to scratch."
She practically tore his shirt off, running her hands over his chest and grinning down at him mischievously. "I heard that slut you fucked a few months ago, wanted you to make me scream like that, see if you were as big as she said…"
"I guess its time to find out?"
She smiled, like a little girl about to open a present, pulling him in for another quick kiss before sliding off him,– onto her knees, before him,– starting at his pants, unfastening them and pulling them free. Licking her lips at the sight of his cock outlined in his boxers, but too impatient to tease, just digging her fingers into the waistband and pulling them loose.
"Oh, oooh yes," she said, her eyes large. Biting a lip.
Michael just laid back a bit, watching her,– able to see some of what Ryan saw in her,– "So what's the verdict?"
"That if your boy had a cock like that, maybe I wouldn't sleep around…" she said, leaning in, licking the tip just a bit.
Michael just groaned, a bit, his hand running through her hair. Eyes meeting hers as she glanced up at him.
He couldn't resist saying it, though. "Bullshit."
She laughed. "Yeah, probably… We'll see, I guess.. God, I don't even know where I want it first,– in my mouth or,–"
Michael just grabbed her, kissing her hungrily, then pushing her forward into the side of the couch. Pulling off her pants, groaning as he confirmed his suspicion– the whore didn't wear panties, her gaping cunt ready and waiting for him,–
"Oh god, yes, Michael, fuck my dirty little pussy!"
"Shut up," he said, positioning himself behind her,– the hard knob of his bulbous member at her entrance,– and then, with a hard thrust, he was inside of her.
Shelly just groaned, pushing back against him, even as her eyes rolled up in her head.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/39n9xt/knock_it_off_fm_cheating
The build-up is a big exaggerated, as tends to happen when I write something in Reddit PM, but I almost feel like it works here. The point at which he gives in is a bit abbreviated, but it doesn’t entirely break me out of my suspension of disbelief,– I’m divided on rather I should write more, or feeling generally happy with that ending.
If the characters anywhere between 18 and 25, resistance is futile, so if he resisted at all, he done good. Suggested edit: maybe I wouldn’t sleep around…" he said, leaning in to maybe I wouldn’t sleep around…" (s)he said, leaning in It’s a good story as it stands, but certainly some sort of comeuppance for her wouldn’t hurt!
Thank you; should be fixed now. (: That said, I think your initial point is more or less Shelly’s reasoning. He’s not a bad guy, because if he was a bad guy, he would have *already* fucked her. But, the fact that he was going to fuck her was never in doubt, and he wasn’t doing anything bad because she wants him and it’s not like he’s seducing her or even opening the door to her being unfaithful. She’s a little slut; she’s going to fuck SOMEONE; it might as well be him.