I slowly woke from a deep dream to the light sensation of fingers caressing my skin. Fingertips, slowly tracing up and down my body. Awareness began to return.
Where was I? Oh, right….
I had stayed the night at my friend Michelle’s house. I stayed the night often, I was her and her husband Michael’s sexual companion. Michelle was 7 months pregnant, and had no sex drive. Michael, however, was nearly insatiable with his. Michelle thought of a solution: use me. I was supposed to relieve Michael’s urges during Michelle’s pregnancy, under 1 condition: Michelle had to supervise.
We had been under this obstacle for weeks. Michelle insisted on being present for any sort of sexual activities, but it was clear she wasn’t into women, or threesomes, she just wanted to supervise. Her presence was a drain on the experience. It always was. But she was my friend, and his wife, so we followed her one rule.
The sexual tension between Michael and I was so intense. He was gorgeous, a military man, a soldier, in amazing shape. Native American, raven black hair, deep brown eyes, the closest thing to Taylor Lautner I would ever get. And he was into me, really into me. Every time we were around each other lust pulsed between us, but we couldn’t express it, not the way we wanted to anyways.