By that point I was desperate for my own release, but I was also incredibly intrigued by what might happen next. Of all Rachel’s friends, Maya is my favorite. It took a while to get to know her, to get her comfortable around me, but once I was able to overcome her shyness, I realized how smart and funny she was and how entertaining she was to talk to. She was the only one of Rachel’s friends that I truly considered to be my own friend, someone I would enjoy hanging out with even if Rachel wasn’t there. And truth be told, though Syd and Nicole (and several other of Rachel’s friends) might be more beautiful in a traditional sense, Maya was the one I sometimes fantasized about at night, the one I would invite to the hypothetical threesome.
Once Nicole had caught her breath, she lifted herself off of me and collapsed back onto the loveseat next to me. She pointed across the room at Maya, who was still in her chair. Smiling, she said, “it’s your turn, girl; he’s all yours.”
Maya suddenly looked apprehensive. “Come on, Maya,” Syd implored, “trust me when I tell you that you’ll regret it if you don’t experience this. Cocks like this don’t just grow on trees.”
Nicole roared with laughter and then added, “she’s right, Maya; and what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”
But Maya didn’t look persuaded. After a pause, she finally spoke, “part of me really wants to, but I just… I can’t. Not with a complete stranger. Not like this.” My heart sank. Not only was this not going to happen, but the vibe in the room had suddenly gotten awkward.
It was then, however, that Rachel got to her feet and moved across the rug to Maya. When she got to her chair, she leaned over and whispered something in Maya’s ear. Maya’s eyes went wide. After a pause, she whispered something back to Rachel.
As they continued their whispered conversation, the song that was playing ended. And in what I can only describe as an astounding example of cosmic serendipity, the song that came on was “Genie in a Bottle” by Christina Aguilera. The familiarity of the song seemed to instantly change the whole vibe in the room, and the lyrics were truly uncanny. Just as they stopped whispering, the line began “My body’s saying ‘let’s go’ — oh oo oh oo oh — but my heart is saying ‘no’.”
Rachel stood up and offered Maya her hand. She took it and stood up with her. Rachel turned and led Maya by the hand across the room towards me. She then extended her other hand to me and pulled me up as well, leading me directly in front of Maya, so close that my cock, still hard as a rock, brushed against her stomach. I felt Maya’s hand gently grasp my cock, which instantly sent bolts of pleasure coursing through me. As the chorus played (“I’m a genie in a bottle…”) Rachel maneuvered around behind Maya, and I heard the sound of a zipper. The next thing I knew, Maya’s skirt fell to the floor, leaving her in just her blouse and a pair of thin white panties.
I’m not sure what came over me at that point, but without even thinking, I did the boldest thing I’d done all night. I reached behind Maya’s neck and undid the knot that was holding the two straps of her blouse together. As soon as I did so, the straps came down and the entire blouse fell to the floor, leaving her naked except for her panties. It was a sight I never dreamed I’d see. She was stunning, a pixie of a girl, so slender and lithe, the epitome of Asian beauty. As I stared at her naked body, the song played: “Music fading and lights down low; just one more dance and then we’re good to go.”
I reached forward and lifted her up — she was so light — and gently lowered her onto her back on the white faux fur rug. Once she was on her back, I reached forward and gently grasped her panties with both hands, pulling them down her legs and off. Through all of this, she was silent; she just looked at me with wide eyes, but I could tell they were wide with anticipation, not apprehension. Whatever Rachel had said to her had changed her mind.
I crawled on top of her, in the missionary position, and she lifted her legs in anticipation of what was coming. Slowly, gently, I positioned my cock in front of her opening and began to push in. Her arms were wrapped around my shoulders and, as I entered her, I could feel her fingernails digging in. She was very wet, and I went in smoothly, though it was a snug fit. She gasped and said, breathlessly, “deeper.” As I fully penetrated her and began to thrust, she wrapped her legs tightly around my back. Her mouth was right near my left ear, so I could hear her begin to moan softly.
Then she leaned in and whispered something very quietly in my ear. She said, “I know it’s you, Jason; Rachel told me.”
I was so stunned that I momentarily stopped moving. Suddenly it made sense. That’s what Rachel had whispered in her ear. That’s what had changed her mind. She didn’t feel comfortable doing this with a stranger in a mask, but she felt comfortable doing it with me. The fact that she knew it was me, that she wanted to fuck me, somehow made it that much more exciting. I began thrusting again with an enhanced sense of arousal and connection, and she continued to moan. After a couple of minutes, she was breathing more rapidly and moaning more loudly.
And then the song changed again. Next up was “Naughty Girl” by Beyonce. Between moans, Maya whispered, “oooh, I love this song.” When it got to the line — “I don’t know what’s gotten into me; the rhythm’s got me feeling so crazy” — something seemed to come over her. She whispered, “I wanna change positions.”
She released her leg lock, and I immediately sat back on my knees so I was no longer pinning her down. Then she scooted back about a foot, making my cock slide out of her, and she sat up. The song had reached the chorus: “Tonight, I’ll be your naughty girl…” She had a devilish smile on her face. She reached for my cock, and I wasn’t sure what she had in mind. A moment later, I felt her fingers delicately sliding the now heavily-used condom off of my cock. I heard Nicole and Syd gasp when they realized what she was doing.
When she’d gotten it all the way off, she tossed it aside and then immediately spun herself around until she was on all fours, her petite ass protruding toward me. I was more turned on at that moment than I’d ever been in my life. All of the sex, all of the sensory overload, all of the intoxication, it had just been building and building to this point, and I could no longer think. My animal instincts were now totally in control.
I rose back onto my knees and immediately plunged my bare cock into her as far as it would go. She squealed in pleasure. I grabbed her by the hips and began to thrust. She lowered her arms until her face and shoulders were touching the rug, her ass the only part of her still raised. I picked up the pace of my thrusting, determined to make it to the finish line this time. Let me tell you, there’s making love, there’s having sex, and then there’s FUCKING. This was fucking. Sweaty, animalistic, and loud. Maya’s hands were gripping the rug with a white-knuckled intensity. She was breathing hard and moaning loudly. I knew I was almost there.
She came just before me, yelling “ooohh god, I’m coming” as she spasmed on my cock. Moments later, I finally reached the summit, and the most spectacular orgasm I’ve ever had washed over me like a tidal wave. I somehow had just enough functioning brain cells left to remember to pull out at that moment. My cock came to rest on the crack of Maya’s ass just as an absolute torrent of cum shot out of it, showering her back in wave after wave of droplets.
“Oh my god that was hot,” I heard Syd say.
“You’re amazing,” Nicole added, shaking her head in disbelief.