I put my hands on his back and watched Sara over his shoulder, watched her contort and writhe underneath him. I didn’t blame her; I knew what it felt like to be fucked by Tom. Though it was slower when he was inside me… and we used a condom. I wondered if he liked it better this way. Without realizing it I had crept closer to him, so that my breasts were now rubbing against his back. My hands roved over the smooth skin of his shoulders. My fingers pried into the muscles below his armpits. I pressed my head against the back of his neck and he pushed back against me, his lower body digging in to Sara.
“I’m cumming,” she was moaning. “I’m cumming…” She was bouncing up and down on his dick and her stomach was flexing, her breasts heaving. My first thought was “slut”; but what did it look like when I was in her place?
I kissed Tom’s shoulder blade and murmured into his wet skin, “Tell me you love me.”
He pulled his chin against his shoulder to look at me. “I love you,” he whispered.
Sara pulled against his hands and tried to get up. “Cum in me,” she gasped. “Cum in me, Bobby-”
My eyes widened. Would he? He kept thrusting, kept pushing. I knew he was going to cum soon. I could see it in the way his whole body tensed, his arms and his back. I felt the heat coming off him. I slipped my hand down his spine, down his back and his ass, and I reached up and felt his balls. They were like two tight tennis balls.
“Cum in me!” Sara begged.
Tom groaned, loudly this time. It was the first really definite sound he’d made. And I felt it. I squeezed his balls and felt the semen rush out of them. I kept my hand on his testicles as he thrust and thrust and thrust into Sara, as his dick plunged in and out of her red vagina, as he emptied himself inside of her. He was cumming in her. He was ejaculating inside of her. And Sara was going crazy.
“Ah!” She gasped. I didn’t blame her. His sperm would shoot deep, his wet penis would flex and grow as he pumped her with his seed. I was suddenly soaked below. I wanted him alone, right now. I didn’t want him fucking her.
Tom held her down, giving one final thrust and holding it in. I pulled my hand off his balls while they were still jerking. I knew he would hold himself inside until he’d finished. Sara’s face was one of shock, of sated lust, of utter exhaustion. “Uh…” she gasped. Her wrists went limp in his grip. He thrust deeper. Her left thigh tumbled to the mattress. She let out a pained cry as he went just a little deeper. “You’re… you’re still…” she whispered. Tom pulled out. A final jerk of his penis shot a thick string of cum over her pubic hair. I could actually see his semen leaking out of her.
Sara swallowed. “Kate,” she said, as if suddenly remembering me. “Do you want to finish him off?”
I frowned. “What?”
“You want to suck him?”
I did not. I was not licking any more of her pussy off his dick. I shot Tom a look telling him so. He tried not to laugh and cleared his throat. “Mm mm,” he said.
“Oh,” Sara said, put out. “Uh, do you mind if…?”
She was insatiable! Tom, his dick wet and dripping, climbed up onto the bed. Sara reached for his body as it passed over her and then he dragged his cock over her chin. He planted his hands on either side of her head and lowered his flaccid cock into her mouth. And Sara started to suck on him, lapping at his head and freeing the rest of his jism.
She worked at him dutifully. Her hands glided over his ass and she pressed him further into her mouth. I stood by the bedpost, wondering how I would feel if it was Bobby on the bed, on my bed. Sara pulled her mouth away and I heard her murmur, “How do you like that, baby? You like the way I clean your dick off? Do you like it?”
When she was finally done licking up all the semen and sweat on his dick Tom made a stealthy exit. When he was gone I sat down on the bed and pulled the blindfold off Sara’s face. She was still lying on her back, completely naked, her pale skin flushed and red, her wrists showed the beginnings of bruising. “That was amazing,” she gasped, staring at the ceiling. “It has never been like that.”
I sighed and traced the features of her body down to her puffy vagina. It glistened with the excess of her enamored fluids. “Sara,” I said.
She looked at me, drained. She looked peaceful, but there was something else to that. I watched her breasts rise and steadily fall. Her pulse must have been wild.
“Have you slept with Bobby?”
She took a deep breath. “You mean, before?”
“Yeah.”
“Um,” she said. “Yeah. I thought, didn’t he tell you?” When I didn’t say anything her face fell. “I thought that was why… Oh, God, Kate, I’m sorry- I thought you guys were, I thought…” And she tumbled into a spiral of “thoughts” and sobs, curling up and pressing her face to my naked knees. “It was when you guys were on a break,” she said, “after college.”
Bobby and I had never been on a break.
“It’s okay,” I said. I stroked her hair and let her cry against me. Now I felt bad for turning her post-coital peace into this mess. Don’t get me wrong, I felt fiendishly glad about it too, but this would make getting her out of the house twice the endeavor it should have been. When she had cried for another few minutes I patted her shoulder. “Honey, you’re on the pill, right?”
“Obviously,” she said. Why did they always think it was obvious?
“Bobby and I have to go see his parents soon. Can we talk about this later?”
“What?” She looked startled. “Where is he?”
“He’s in the shower. Do you want to use the downstairs shower?”
“Yeah,” she said. She climbed off the bed and gathered her clothes from the floor. “I’m sorry if-”
“No,” I said, stopping her, “this was fun. You’re great.”
She smiled. “Okay. Can you tell Bobby I said bye? I’ll let myself out after I shower.”
“Sure,” I said. “And honey?” She turned in the doorway like a startled deer. “Can we sort of… not mention this? To Bobby?”
Sara gave me a sisterly smile. I told her where the towels were and walked her to the stairs. When she was on her way down (I did stop to watch her butt as she descended the steps) I went over to the bathroom door and knocked on it. I heard Tom move under the shower and let out an expressive “Nn?”
“It’s me,” I said.
The sound of the shower curtain moving, the shower squeaking off, the towel flipping off the rack and then his heavy tromps over to the door. He opened it enough for me to slip inside and then closed it behind me.
It was misty inside. He’d opened the frosted window, which let out into the open sky, but it was still humid. His black hair was down over his forehead and face and he was toweling off his neck. I realized we were both still naked and realized too that we were usually naked together. I crossed my arms and looked at the empty shower.
“Did you have fun?” I said.