with Christie.
Normally? I was kind of quiet. Classmates said I was the shy kid in school. I wasn’t nerdy and didn’t wear glasses like the stereotypical quiet kids, but I kind of kept to myself. I was reserved. I considered things carefully before opening my mouth because I was afraid of saying the wrong thing. I didn’t rush into things, and I was definitely not assertive. Better to think about it first.
But when I was with Christie that night? Something changed. I became a different person. I wanted to take hold and possess her, pleasuring her and using her for my own ecstasy. Christie made me want to try all sorts of different things. Things I had never done before.
I couldn’t believe how assertive I was. I kissed her hungrily in the hallway, and once we were in bed I pulled my cock out and shoved it into her mouth, showing her what I wanted. What I needed. I was completely comfortable with her in a way that was shocking.
It felt liberating.
I pulled her on top of me and worshiped her chest. Sucking on each nipple while squeezing her breasts, the breasts I had been fantasizing about all night at dinner. She arched her back and tossed her hair, responding to my every touch in a way that demanded I continue.
I was close to exploding inside of her when Riley took over, pulling her off me and then fucking her from behind. Having my coworker, my best friend, fucking the same woman as me… It was different. It was new.
And it was incredibly hot.
Christie loved every moment of it. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly until I kissed her again, drinking her passionate cries. And when Riley came inside her I had to do the same thing, so I took her from him and filled her pussy and within seconds I was exploding inside of her too, filling her to the brim while she moaned and screamed with ecstasy.
She practically passed out on top of me immediately after. I caressed her hair and looked over her shoulder at Riley, who was crouching back on his knees. He shook his head in wonder and amazement, and I knew the look in his eyes: Did that really just happen?
I felt the same way.
“I don’t think I can move,” Christie murmured into my shoulder. “You’re going to have to carry me to the bathroom.”
“You don’t have to leave,” I replied. I felt my new assertiveness disappearing after the heat of the moment, and I struggled to find the right words to say. “We can stay right here.”
“Mmm, I want to do plenty of cuddling. In a minute.” She rose and smiled down at me, her beautiful face framed by locks of red that glowed mystically in the moonlight from the window. Then she kissed me, rolled off, and managed to stay on her feet.
I couldn’t help but admire her hourglass frame as she tip-toed to the bathroom and closed the door.
Riley and I looked at each other, grinning.
Then we realized at the same time that we were both totally nude, with erections glistening.
I cleared my throat and rolled to the edge of the bed, grabbing my boxers and holding them over my lap. “It’s, uh, kind of weird after.”
“But not during,” Riley pointed out while covering himself with a pillow. “At least, it wasn’t for me.”
“Me neither,” I admitted. “It was…”
“Hot?”
I bobbed my head in agreement. “Super hot. I think she liked it, too.”
Riley snorted. “You think?”
We both chuckled in the semi-darkness.
“What happens now?” Riley asked. “I’ve never jumped into bed with a woman this quickly before. And I’ve definitely never done it with a friend.”
I knew what he was asking. Where did we go from here? Did Christie like us, or was this just a one-night stand? Would we keep working for her? Or was it weird now?
“I don’t know,” I said after a few moments of consideration. “But I know one thing for sure.”
“What’s that?”
“I want to do it again.”
11
Christie
You know how, after a date, you went home and re-played every part of it in your head? Every conversation, every joke, every awkward comment you wished you could take back?
I did that while going to the bathroom.
I re-played everything that had happened that day leading up to this moment. Volunteering with the guys at the mall. Having dinner. Opening two bottles of wine—and then a third. Counting the donations, inviting them to stay, and then the three of us meeting