During the Presidential Debate, Part Two [MF] [Str8]

(This is part two of the story. See link to part one in comments. Part three to come. [Fiction])

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The next day I had two classes, then work, and then a paper to write. I got home from work, made a quick dinner, and went back to my room to get to work. Adam was home, and was lounging in the living room.

All day I’d been thinking about what happened the night before. Feeling guilty but also feeling energized. And also feeling aroused every time I thought about Sophie perched naked on my lap, riding me with abandon. I was hoping I wouldn’t see her or John for a couple days, at least till I could think straight about the whole thing.

But I knew Sophie might come back to bring my pants. I was hoping she wouldn’t. Or maybe she’d just let John bring them over.

I’d been working for an hour or so alone in my room when I heard the apartment door open. I overheard John talking to Adam, and a quieter voice that I knew must be Sophie.

A minute or so later, I heard footsteps coming down the hall, and then a knock at my bedroom door. If it’d made a difference, I would have pretended I wasn’t there, except of course Adam knew damn well I was home. “Yeah?” I asked, staying seated where I was at my desk.

Sophie replied, talking much louder than normal volume. Like she was trying to make sure John and Adam heard her. “I wanted to bring you back your pants.” Then she opened the door to my room and poked her head in, still speaking loudly. “And to thank you again for being so nice last night.”

She walked into my room and closed the door behind her. I didn’t move, or say anything. She came over to my desk and put my folder pants on the desk. She stood next to me, and we were there in silence for nearly a minute when she finally said, this time quietly “Are you not talking to me?”

I found myself suddenly more angry than I anticipated. “I’m not sure *what* I’m doing, to be honest with you. This is some fucked up shit.”

“It’s just sex, Chris. Don’t beat yourself up about it.”

I stood up from my chair. “It’s just sex with my friend’s girlfriend! What if John finds out? What if Adam finds out?”

“Are you going to tell them?”

I don’t know *what* I’m going to do… No… *I’m* not going to tell them.”

“Well neither am I, so there’s nothing to worry about. Now just try and relax a little.”

“You should probably go.” I walked over to the bedroom door and reached out to open it.

Sophie stepped over and grabbed my arm gently with her hand, pushing it away from the door. “You’re freaking out,” she said. “You’ve got to calm down, Chris. And don’t talk so loud. John and Adam have no clue, so don’t give them anything to think about.” She put her right hand on my shoulder. “You’re too tense.” Then with her left hand she reached for the front of my sweatpants.

“Are you insane? John is right in the *next room*! He’s like twenty feet away!”

“Then this is a good chance for you to practice relaxing, and keeping quiet.” And with that her left hand was down the front of my sweatpants. I wasn’t hard, but it didn’t take more than a few seconds of her fondling me before I was.

Once again, I should have been walking away, or yelling, or informing my friend that his girlfriend was hitting on me. But instead I stood still. Once she realized I was fully erect, Sophie wasted no time sliding down my sweatpants and underwear. Then she knelt down and hungrily took my cock into her mouth.

She was very good at sucking dick. She didn’t deep throat me, but knew just how to stroke the base with her hand while she sucked on the upper half. Just the right amount of suction. Stopping every so often to lick all around my shaft and head with her tongue. She kept her other hand busy by gently tugging down on the top of my sack. The combined sensations felt amazing. I wasn’t going to last long.

The image appeared in my mind of me pushing her up against the wall and fucking her from behind. I tried to wipe the picture from my head.

Sophie began to suck me harder. I could feel the urge to cum rising up inside me. Just as my cock started to twitch, she took me out of her mouth and began to stroke me fast. I came, four big spurts of white shooting out of me and onto the hardwood floor.

When I was done, she gently kissed the tip of my cock, and then pulled my sweats back up.

“Thanks again for the pants,” she said, smiling, and then opened the bedroom door and left.

I stood there for a minute, confused, spent, and a bit dumbfounded. What was happening? Why was I allowing it to continue? Then suddenly I got nervous about either John or Adam coming to my room. I hastily grabbed some tissues and wiped up the floor.

Then I sat down at my desk, trying to calm down. To clear my head. I had a paper to write, and a full schedule of classes the next day. Just forget about it. Don’t think about Sophie, I tried to tell myself.

…Oh no, next day! I remembered it was going to be Adam’s birthday, and we’d made plans days earlier to take him out to dinner at the diner near the apartment. It was going to be just the four of us – me, Adam, John, and Sophie. I didn’t want to imagine the awkwardness of hanging out together with both John and Sophie now. How could I get out of it? I’d think of an excuse. Hopefully. I had about a day to come up with something.

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