Ex On The Train At 4am

Forbidden

Here is the story I read at Impact last night. @msdarker read from Laura Antoniou’s The Reunion, which is the fifth in The Marketplace Series.

Forbidden

“Promise?” she whispered.

Her pink t-shirt was pulled up, as was her bra. Her thick black rimmed glasses were almost falling off and her bangs were in her eyes. Her breasts were big, pert, the imprint of the lace of her bra left pink and red patterns on the soft skin. Their eyes locked and she squeezed one breasts hard as her hips swayed. Her eyes were thickly rimmed around with black makeup and the corner of one eye was smeared.

She was straddling his legs as he laid back on the couch. She moved one hand down and grasped his cock again, biting her lip as she played with it. “I promise, but you’re the one on top,” he said quietly, aware of roommates who might or might not be asleep in nearby bedroom.

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We’re Not Friends

“I don’t fuck my friends,” she said.

“If you’re not fucking your friends, then who the hell do you fuck? I mean, come on. Do you fuck people you don’t like? What’s the point of that?”

I won’t say I was mansplaining, but I was feeling self-righteous. My friends are cute and friendly and if we didn’t fuck each other we wouldn’t know what to do with ourselves. And that old myth about how sex always ruins a friendship has been put to bed a thousand times without its supper. We can play and laugh and fuck all night long and still not be awkward in the morning because we’re adults. We’ve old enough to know that fucking your friends is, in fact, one of the twelve great joys in life.

“Do you really want to know?” she asked, climbing onto my lap. I smiled, but nodded, since I was pretty damn sure I already knew what she was going to say. She was normal and that always came with the same answer.

“Sure,” I told her. “Enlighten me.”

“Last week, for example,” she said, letting her weight rest on me, “I fucked my dog walker. He came by to pick up the little guy, and I pulled him onto my bed, took him into my mouth, and then slid his beautiful cock inside me all before breakfast. And now, for the next three months, the dear boy is going to walk my dog for free.”

“Well, I guess that makes sense,” I said, wondering if it did, in fact, make sense. She leaned in closer.

“A month ago, at my sister’s wedding, I fucked her new father-in-law during the reception.” He lips were against my ear and I found myself less sure than I had been only moments before. “He grabbed my ass while dancing and when we stepped around back for a cigarette he bent me over the limo, lifted my dress, and made me beg for it. I called him Daddy as he fucked me, and I came in under three minutes.”

“Jesus, that’s a lot,” I said, feeling myself growing hard. I put my hands on her hips and felt her press into me, her thin cotton barely a barrier between us as her skirt flowed around me.

“And just two nights ago,” she whispered, her hand inside my shirt as she slid back and forth against my hard cock, “I fucked my roommate’s boyfriend while she slept in the next room. I caught him during the night, walking naked to the kitchen, and I put a finger to his lips to keep him from talking. I knelt on the cold tile floor and he was hard in seconds. When I pulled him to the couch outside her room he looked frantically about, but still, I sat on top of him–just like this–and I guided his beautiful cock inside of me as I covered his mouth with one hand. I fucked him for ten minutes right there, while she lay sleeping four feet away, and I came so goddamned hard I almost passed out.”

“So, you see,” she said, moving so quickly and with such clarity that I was close to coming myself, “I don’t fuck my friends. I don’t need to fuck my friends. I don’t want to fuck my friends. There are a thousand other people that turn me on far more.”

“Please,” I moaned as I slid my hands under her skirt and grabbed her ass with both hands. My lips were against her neck and her shirt was undone to her navel. I kissed her between her breasts and practically lifted myself off the chair as I rubbed against her. I couldn’t remember the last time I wanted to fuck anyone as badly.

“Please what?” she moaned, pulling my hair as I bit her soft skin.

“Please tell me we’re not friends.”

-gny

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When the censors start coming, we go full-on fucked up.

Don't Make A Sound

I leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you. Don’t make a sound.”

She twisted in the cool water, but didn’t turn around as I pushed her bikini bottoms to one side. She was resting her arms on the edge of the pool looking up, and she arched back just before I slid into her. It took long minutes of rubbing against her cunt before I got all the way inside, and it was glorious agony as I struggled not to look conspicuous. When I was finally there she lowered her head and I could tell she wanted to say something.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, pushing deeper inside her as all around us the other’s kept drinking and laughing. Most people had lost at least part of their bathing suits, but the party had yet to disintegrate into anything more than an excuse to drink beer in cans. The harder I fucked her the more she wanted to talk, until she was biting her lip and pushing back onto me.

“What is it?” I finally grumbled, just about ready to come.

“Who is this?” she finally blurted out. I pressed my lips against the back of her neck and I didn’t stop coming for weeks.

    Guy New York

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