The look in Jason’s eyes is strange, hungry. He lowers his pants so his boxers remain, tenting outwards and barely shrouding the erect focus in the room. His clothes vanish and just his tented shorts stick out before us. He pulls down on them, and I can’t be any more desperate to see his hard cock.
“First the blindfold,” comes Kara’s voice, just as the rock-hard flesh is about to spring out. My sight vanishes and I can see nothing.
“Nooo,” I wail as Kara cuts off my sight, “let me see it, please!”
“Sorry Becca, that’s my husband,” she whispers, “only I get to see the cock. I’ll let you feel it though, right up your juicy cunt you horny slut.”
She keeps fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit with her other hand.
“Here comes the cock Becca,” she groans in my ear, “Jason’s thick, throbbing cock. Oh my god he’s so fucking hard for you. He loves seeing you like this Becca, bare, helpless, needy, ready to fuck; or should I say, get… fucked!”
“FUCK,” I cry out as an explosion of energy wracks my body and spasms my pussy around her wiggling fingers. She continues rubbing me and coaxing every cum-droplet out of me until my eyes snap open.
“Shit,” I murmur, waking up with my hands stuffed between my legs and my body shaking like a leaf, “that was intense!”
I roll onto my side and look at the dim outline of my lamp against the pale glowing backdrop of my bedroom curtain. I wish so bad for that tall, handsome lamp to be someone standing in my room come to secretly give it to me. What is my problem?
Nature is certainly playing games with my hormones or something. I must be ripe and ready to reproduce on a biological level. Any cock could soothe the burn. Any cock. It doesn’t need to be big. It doesn’t need to be young or old. It only needs to be hard, and insistent.
Only through a concerted effort of clearing my mind of images, thoughts or impulses am I able to actually get some rest. When I wake in the morning, my eyes are bloodshot and my stomach muscles are sore. Apparently constant orgasms are a solid core workout.
For once though, my libido is sated.
I rise to prepare for a long Saturday of staring at the clock until it becomes Saturday night. My showerhead leaves me alone, and my mirror doesn’t even taunt me with visions of my wet nudity desperate for a tongue to lick droplets from my breasts.
It’s a normal day. I make a bagel and some coffee, organize some mail and pay a couple bills. I even fold my clean clothes from the dryer instead of just fishing out the next day’s underwear as needed. It’s like the impending promise of something provocative is calming my nerves, allowing my patience to settle in.
As the afternoon wears on, my phone rings and it’s Kara.
“Hi Rebecca,” she says, almost in a hush, “what are you wearing?”
“Um, hey Kara. That’s quite the opener,” I say, “you caught me off guard.”
She pauses for a moment, “Oh my god Becca, I didn’t mean it like that. God I’m freaking out here.”
“Listen, let’s hold off on this for a while, okay?” I suggest. “We were both in a moment, and things were said. Heavy things.”
“No no, you’re coming over,” she persists, “I’m just nervous and excited I guess.”
“You are? What about me?” I ask, finding a seat on my couch. “I’m the odd man out here. Let’s just do what we planned and make no promises about anything, okay?”
“Okay, that’s what we’ll do. I’ll come by and pick you up in an hour?” She sounds a little better now that we agree on the plan.
“Kara?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t wear any panties tonight,” I joke, trying to ease the tension a bit.
“I’m way ahead of you.”
***
When the doorbell rings, my legs spring into action, compensating for my ill-prepared brain. The open door reveals my friend Kara in a long thin skirt with a light sweater accentuating her breasts in a compelling way.
“Hi, Kara,” I mumble, trying not to check her out. The way she stands however tells me she put herself in a very breast-forward stance before knocking. “You look great.”
“Thanks hon,” she beams, sticking her chest out a bit farther, “and you look good enough to… well, go shopping with.” She smiles very wide. “You ready?”
I look at my basically matching outfit to Kara’s and say, “In more ways than one.”