Unexpected (Part 2)

Moving my foot from next to him, I took his hand and pulled him to his feet. I turned towards the doorway.


Shayne stood, frozen in the door jamb, her nipples standing at attention, her chest heaving, the same odd combination of remorse and lust in her eyes. I sized her up – slender frame, breasts enough for a palm full, her heritage showing in her ample hips and generous backside, even from looking at her in the front. Releasing T’s hand and quietly summoning the liquid courage I had earlier, I walked up to her and whispered, “If you wanted to know what I taste like, all you had to do was ask”.


Then I leaned in and licked her bottom lip before pulling it between mine and kissing her.


It wasn’t what I expected.


Shayne’s lips were warm where I thought they’d be cool, sweet where I was expecting perhaps sour, enticing where I expected repulsion. You could hear the veritable pause in the room – the shift in the tension from potential disaster to Pandora’s playground. I kissed her again, this time her upper lip, my tongue parting her still surprised mouth and playing the devil’s sonata.

My hands ran up her sides.

It all came surprisingly natural, and she responded in kind so quickly that I almost understood T’s attraction to her. She was easy. Easy and pliant and willing.
I didn’t even care that this was wrong anymore.

This was about to be another page in my sex diary.


Breaking off from her, I turned to look at T. His eyes narrowed, the lust evident in his hanging weight, hard and leaning to the left, jumping at the opportunity in front of it literally. I looked him in his eyes again.


“Is this what you wanted?”


He paused, then nodded slowly, hungry for me but unsure of what was about to happen next. I looked at him, eyebrows raised. Taking Shayne’s hand from behind me, I gently pulled her into the room and towards the bed. Sitting her down, I looked back at T and slowly took my g-string off, dropping it to the floor and standing askance, still in front of Shayne, my clit throbbing and threatening to peek out from behind my folds.


Control was a powerful aphrodisiac.


My words were simple. “Taste me”.


T turned to me and went to kiss me, but I turned back to Shayne and kissed her instead, a full out tongue kiss, our bodies now pressed close, my nipples rubbing her nipples through the thin cloth of her crop top. T let his abandoned kiss trail down the middle of my back as I moved to kiss Shayne’s neck, my mouth and tongue beginning to create a mini fire as Shayne squirmed under me.

T’s roving mouth kissed my waist.

Then my ass.

He moved closer, closer to where I was so wet, a slow waterfall threatening to drown my clit. He licked me and I jumped slightly, the pleasure so carnal yet so familiar. I decided to do the same, letting my kisses trail down, past Shayne’s orange sized breasts, past her belly button. Slowly removing her shorts with my teeth, I used my hands to push her further onto the bed so that T would still be able to lick me. And lick he did, his tongue writing a new erotic story on my jewel as I found Shayne’s clit. I looked at her for a second. She had her finger in her mouth, her eyes telling me that she was far gone. I asked her, “Does he do this to you?”


She froze, fear slowly overtaking the desire in her eyes.


I blew on her clit. She moaned.


“Does he? Answer me.”


I blew on her again as T continued to lick me from behind. Moaning a little, I bent down to her triangle and kissed it once. Twice. The fear dissipated as she gasped, my mouth grabbing her clit and sucking gently, then licking around her folds before going back for her clit again.


She was so wet it should have been a crime.


This should have been a crime. But I was too far gone.


As I licked her mad, I felt the tip of T’s dick replace his tongue, and before I could wonder when he put the condom on, he eased his way inside me, filled me like he was still mine and I his.

Shayne’s body bucked as she became to come.

Before she could, I worked my way up and kissed her again as T’s strokes came stronger and harder, his girth pushing my walls to the max. Shayne swallowed the taste of her and my cries as he pushed harder and deeper, his low growl mixing with my muffled cries and Shayne’s soft moans. She reached up to stroke my nipples, realizing that I was on the verge of coming, and coming hard.


I kissed her hard.


T’s strokes pushed my body closer to hers, my cries swallowed by her moans. I heard T cry out as I felt my body start to shake and the orgasm took over me. He pounded me, coming as I came.



The silence that ensued was deafening.



Finally entangling myself, I stretched and yawned. Looking over at the dresser, I saw T’s truck keys splayed on the vanity. Looking at him, I realized that he was looking at me expectantly. “Are those the truck keys?” I asked. “Yea…” he replied, glancing at Shayne before turning back to me. Bending down to get my coat, I shrugged it back on and, tying the knot securely, looked at him and Shayne, searching for something to say.


There was nothing.


I grabbed the keys from the vanity and said, “It’s been real, kids.”


Then I left.