Nine Marines' Shared Property - Nicole Casey Page 0,17

his hard cock.

“Take it out,” I said.

Immediately, the fingers left my wet pussy.

“No, not the fingers,” I said. “Your cock.”

I’d meant to address Nolan, but I’d given no name to the command. Still, Nolan complied, as did Manny and Axel, and who else, I could not tell.

“And take off my socks.”

Immediately, my socks were pulled off. My bare foot was brought against the warm flesh of Nolan’s throbbing member.

I reached out and touched Manny on the cheek. Then I slid my hand down his chest and onto his crotch. I wrapped his hard cock in my hands. I stroked him in rhythm to how Nolan was moving my foot against his shaft.

I moaned. I arched my head back.

Axel kissed me.

My bra was pulled down and a mouth wrapped around my breast. A tongue flicked my hard nipple.

Axel pulled away.

“No,” I murmured.

Axel kissed me again.

I spread my leg. I kicked my free leg out, and it hit a chest but was quickly grabbed.

My panties were pulled to the side, and my wet snatch, liberated, met the cool air. But only for a brief moment as a mouth closed in around it. A tongue slid in-between my lips and lapped greedily.

I quivered.

I let go of Manny’s cock, reached up and grabbed at his chest. My fingers tried to dig in but he was hard as rock. My other hand grabbed the underside of the couch. I squeezed, let out a long moan when I came.

The release was intense. Immediately, I was snapped from the ecstasy. I rolled off the couch and fell to the floor.

“Are you OK?” said Axel.

I pulled up my pants.

Axel slid his hands under my arms and tried to pull me up.

“No,” said. “Just let me lie here a minute.”

That minute turned into two then into three. They offered to help me up. They asked if I needed a glass of water. I assured the boys I was fine. I just needed to lie on the ground a minute.

I became aware, for the first time, of the alcohol I had consumed. Eventually, I pulled myself off the floor. I adjusted my bra and buttoned up my shirt.

Taylor and Travis were standing in front of me, or I was seeing double. Both were possible.

“Wow,” I said. I straightened my shirt and straightened my hair. “That was intense.”

“How are you feeling?” asked Taylor.

“Drunk,” I said.

I didn’t mean to imply that I’d had too much to drink or that I wasn’t in control. What I meant is that I felt intoxicated, I felt relaxed and giddy.

Still the guys took my comment as a cue to leave.

“We’d better call it a night then,” said Axel.

“Why?” I said.

He kissed me on the cheek. “We had a great time.”

Taylor gave me a kiss on the other cheek. “Amazing,” he said.

I wanted them to stay, but I didn’t insist. I saw them to the door. They gave me each a kiss on the cheek and thanked me for a fun evening.

Then I dragged myself to my bed, collapsed and fell fast asleep.

I had to wait two days before Holly returned from her trip to Colorado. I had so much to tell her, so much she wouldn’t believe. I could hardly believe it myself. I almost didn’t recognize the person I’d become. And, truth be told, I kind of liked it.

I got home from work and Holly was in the kitchen preparing food. “Hi, Holly. How was Colorado?”

“Great,” she said. “God, I love the mountains. Something about—” She stopped midway through her sentence, set the knife down on the cutting board and looked at me, bewildered. “What happened?”

I looked around like I’d missed something. “What do you mean, ‘What happened?’”

“Don’t play coy with me.” She walked around the counter to join me in the living room. “Something happened. It’s written all over your face.”

I touched my face. It felt the same.

“What’s his name?” she asked. “Is it one of the Marines? Is it Manny?”

I stared at her dumbfounded. “Wow. Really? Are you psychic or something?”

“Maybe,” she said in all seriousness. “Now, start talking.”

I took in a deep breath then told her everything that had happened over the last few days. Holly nodded and threw in an ‘oh, my’ occasionally.

“...and then I got home and learned my roommate is psychic.” I finished my story and let out an exhausted breath.

“Wow.”

“Wow? Is that all you have to say?”

She extended an index finger vertically. “Hold on a second. I’m processing.”

I, too, was processing. I felt a strong attraction to Axel.