TITLE    : Judy
STORYID  : judy-2
SUMMARY  : He gets intimate with his best friend's lady.
AUTHOR   : blueboar@lit
DATE     : 2001-09-29
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |none|


She was laughing with a friend by the stereo. Her short blond bob shook with her laughter. The extra-large white T-shirt couldn't hide her fabulous jiggling tits and the round ass under her tight jeans . . .



"Who are you going to fuck tonight?" Mark laughed, as he bumped into me.



I turned to the grinning idiot. Fuck only nine, and he's pretty wasted already. Shithead, would leave me to clean the mess tomorrow. Like always.



"Who are you going to fuck tonight?" he repeated. 



"Judy," I said, staring at her tight ass.



"What?" he yelled above the loud, driving music.



I smiled. Good old Mark. Not a bad guy. He stepped closer.



"Pick her for me," I said.



"Her? I thought it would be a him tonight," he guffawed.



I smiled.



"Okay," he said and started surveying our living room full of friends, strangers and babes. His eyes stopped at a group of three kids smoking cigarettes and standing by the keg, laughing with each idiot in a baseball cap stopping by to fill his cup.



"Not the freshmen," I groaned. "Come on."



"Oh yeah, the freshmen," he teased.



I shook my head. Give me a challenge, Mark, not this.



"The redhead," he pointed, finally.



I looked at her, very young, but she wasn't bopping with her friends, nor did she have a cigarette in her hand. Asshole, gives me the wholesome one. Way too wholesome. Shit. We'd caught her attention and she smiled at us nervously. Big bad seniors were giving her the eye.



Fuck.



"Twenty bucks, says you can't fuck her," Mark laughed.



"Make it fifty, buddy boy," I replied, as I studied her wonderful little body. It was nice. And her smile. . . .



"Fifty, it is," he said, finally, and was about to reach out to shake my hand to close the deal, when he dropped it. "Oh shit," he mumbled and pushed his hand into his pocket.



I turned and saw Judy approaching us.



"What are you two conspiring about?" she snapped.



"Nothing," Mark began.



"Nothing, my ass. Look, there are enough underage kids here to get you guys in real trouble. If you start groping them," she said, pointing at me, "you idiots will both get kicked out of school."



I smiled at her, trying to smell her perfume. Mark told me she concocted her own formula or something. Mark called it her witch's brew, never to her face, of course. . . . It was always interesting. Today's smelled almost like honey and lemons mixed together.



I looked at Mark who was staring, waiting for her judgment. How and why she was with Mark, I could never answer. She must have a maternal streak or something. Fuck. She'd saved the idiot from getting expelled for bad grades last year, and since then they'd been together. Incredible. She was so blond, so light and pink . . . and with Mark. Insane.



"Well?" she asked, waiting for me.



"Honey," Mark started, trying to put his arm around her. She pushed him way.



"I'm serious," she said. "Keep cool idiots. Don't do anything stupid."



"I'll keep an eye on him," Mark tried to laugh.



She shook her head and turned away from us.



"You guys," she said, disgusted, and walked away, her tight, little ass doing its thing.



I smiled at Mark as he turned to me.



"Fifty bucks, buddy boy?"



He smiled and shook my hand, firmly.



"Go," I said, motioning to Judy.



"Yeah," he mumbled, "better make amends, you know."



"I know, babe."



* * *



The red head and I were sitting on my bed in the dark. We were kissing softly. Her mouth was wonderful to the taste, so sweet and fresh. She had a daring, little tongue that darted in and out. She'd certainly had practice in that department.



I was going to lose the bet, I realized, as she pushed my hand away from her firm, little tit for the second time. I'd miscalculated how drunk she was when I approached her earlier. It would be no use trying to fill her with booze now. It was too late. Her defenses were up. Good defenses, the little brat.



She was not stupid. That was the problem. The senior would not bring her to his room simply to talk. So we were necking. That would be fine. Necking? I laughed inside. Fuck. Off to Yale law school next year and I'm necking with a kid who lost her braces last year. Okay play on her strengths. She's ambitious, smart and beautiful. Don't force the thing.



I let her go and smiled at her. She smiled back, her face red, her lips wet. I fell back onto the bed and reached up for her to join me.



She shook her head.



"Why not?" I whispered, trying to sound as sad as possible.



"We just met," she said.



I studied her and I could see her blush some more. A Virgin? Fifty-fifty, I decided. Maybe once, by accident some guy had stuck it in there. I looked at her eyebrows and hair. What would her bush look like? She had pretty, thick hair and full brows. That bush would be so full and wet. And Red. Fuck.



"You don't like me?"



She rolled her eyes. "God, I like you a lot. That's the problem. I don't trust myself."



I laughed. "Sometimes it's good to not trust yourself," I teased.



She smiled. "We could," she began, swallowing. "We could, you know, maybe see each other again next week and then, maybe . . ."



I grinned up at her. She was a virgin. No question about it. I was intrigued. Wonderful stuff. I hadn't had a virgin in a long time, over a year. Fuck. She looked so promising.



"Why wait until next week?"



"Because you'll probably never talk to me again."



That was it. She was romantic. I doubted she had any moral prohibition or other such nonsense stopping her. She wanted her first time to be right, not obscene. This was fun.



"You could transfer to Yale next year."



She opened her eyes wide. "You're kidding, right?"



"Why would I be kidding?"



"Why would you want some, you know, Sophomore to hang out with when you're at Yale."



I smiled. She was sinking. She was imagining the possibility. I loved it.



Then she came back to reality. "You're just teasing."



I was upset. For all my faults, I was not a bad catch, really. If she was going to lose her cherry (and that was inevitable), why not to me? The experience would be memorable, something she could take with her without being uncomfortable. What would the alternative be? Some idiot in the dorm, trying to be Mr. Sensitive would be in there. Oh, Christ. A panting little twerp, pre-ejaculating little twit. It would be awful. Deep, sincere, apologies would be made. She would cry herself to sleep that night. In his mid-thirties, Mr. Sensitive would leave his wife because he had to be true to his real sexual identity. Miserable business.



It was ridiculous. I would be out of here in a little less than three months. For a Freshman, two and half months with me was not such a bad thing. Sure, I might nail a couple of chicks here and there along the way, but she would never know.



"You're a virgin, aren't you?" I asked.



Her face became deep red and I could see her trying to catch her breath.



"Why is that relevant?"



"It's not to me, but I think it is to you."



"Well, maybe I am and maybe I'm not, but that has nothing to do with tonight."



"What would be wrong for us to hang out until the semester is over?"



"Nothing, I guess. I mean, if you're serious."



"As cancer."



She laughed.



Forget about it. I didn't have time for this nonsense. I sat up and she instinctively backed away, but I ignored her and took off my shirt. "What are you . . .?" she began.



"Getting comfortable," I said and started unbuckling my pants. I pulled them down and tossed them to the floor. My boxers followed, I heard her catch her breath and I grabbed my half-erect cock.



I looked up and smiled at her, with an arm underneath my neck to support myself.



She was fixed on my hand, stoking up and down, slowly. I could feel myself lengthening, and it felt good.



"I better go," she whispered, after a minute or so of silence.



"Why?" I grinned.



"I'm not . . ." she began.



"That's completely out of my mind," I lied, smiling.



She smiled back and, hesitated and then came down to be next to me.



* * *



In the next ten minutes, her shirt was off and I was sucking on her nipples, bringing soft moans from her. I loved her pale skin, the flat, muscular stomach, the freckles on her chest. Her thighs quivered as I gently stroked my drooling cock against her hiked up skirt, touching soft cotton fabric there and warm, smooth skin here.



"I'm going to touch you," I whispered into her ear.



She nodded and closed her eyes as my hand traveled underneath her skirt and up.



I couldn't help but gasp with her when I reached her soft panties. They were like a hot sponge, soaked, sticky and resilient in there hold on what I imagined was the fullest bush I'd ever come across. And then that pungent smell. So natural, so strong and fresh. It wafted up and my cock strained against her.



"Let me take them off," she moaned, as I licked her long neck.



She reached down, unbuttoned her skirt and . . . I stopped her from pulling off her panties.



"Keep them on a little," I whispered. "You look incredible."



And she did. Her body had filled in late, I could tell. The curves were just starting. But seeing her naked, except for her tight, little, yellow panties, was heaven. I could see clearly the dark shade of her bush pouched inside, almost jutting up to be touched. I palmed her and she moaned as I held her tightly. My cock jerked as I felt her thick cunt-lips slipping and gripping against each other under my fingers.



Fuck it. I pulled down the soaked fabric.



"Shouldn't we use protection," she trembled as I tossed them onto the floor.



I was silent, staring at her dark, red bush. I could feel my mouth watering, wanting to get down there, to suck her dry.



"Shouldn't . . ." she began, again.



I looked up and smiled at her. She was frightened, naturally. She smiled back at me. I stroked her wet forehead.



"We'll do nothing, you don't want to do," I smiled.



She hesitated and flinched as my fingers gently massaged between her legs. They were soaked. I reached up and found her little clit and gently stroked her. She moaned in my mouth, gasping. I reached lower with my middle finger and found her small little opening, amazed at its grip as I pushed inside her slowly. She whimpered when I touched her natural barrier. It was rare to find a girl with her hymen intact. Either some stiff dick got in there or it ruptured during some jumping exercise or other. This would be incredible.



I pulled my hand away and sucked on her finger as she watched. It was heaven, so delicate. I kissed her and gently probed her with my tongue to give her a taste of herself. She tried to turn away for a second, but then opened up, sucking on me.



Still softly kissing her, I rolled over on top of her, my cock pressed against her hard stomach and she gasped. I pushed myself up, almost laughing I'd knocked her breath out and gently lowered myself until I felt her thick curls against my cockhead. I reached down and pushed it a little lower and until I felt her fleshy drooling lips and gently stroked against her burning clit.



She closed her eyes, trying not to moan.



"Ready?" I smiled down at her.



She nodded, opening her misty eyes.



I pushed her thighs open with my knees and she raised her trembling head and looked down to see what was going on.



"It'll be okay," I whispered and reached down to kiss her. She responded eagerly to that familiar act and then. . . .



What?!?



She tried to push me off, as my cockhead slipped lower resting at her tight little opening, the heat and wetness almost unbearable.



The knock on the door grew louder.



This could not be happening. I would kill the motherfuckin' sonofbitch whore bastard. I would . . .



"It's Judy," someone called out from behind the door.



"Let me get dressed," she hissed underneath me, staring at me, upset, furious.



Her thighs closed and my cock jumped off and landed down with a plop on her flat stomach, just above her thick bush.



I shook my head and got off her.



"It's my roommate's girlfriend," I told the little redhead, trying to explain.



The knock grew louder.



"I know you're in there," Judy yelled.



"Yeah. Yeah. Give me a minute, already," I called back disgusted.



My little redhead was quick. Moving here and there, picking this up and that. She was putting her bra on, smiling, happy she'd survived the assault, the momentary weakness had passed.



"Honest," I said, as she quickly found her panties and snapped them on.



"I know, I know," she whispered.



I stood up, my cock straining up against my stomach. I looked down and heard her laugh.



"I'm sorry," she giggled. "It just looks so funny like that," she continued, pointing to the poor sap.



I nodded and put on my boxers and looked around for my pants.



The knocking started again.



"In a minute!" I yelled. "Jesus."



She was fully dressed, buttoning up her skirt, and walked up to me.



"Were you serious about, you know, hanging out this semester."



I nodded, smiling, pathetically.



"Do you want to see a movie, Friday, maybe?" she asked.



A movie? I was this close to fucking your brains out and you babble about a movie?



"Sure," I replied, dejected.



She smiled brightly and gave me a peck on the cheek.



The second I opened the door, Judy burst in.



She was about to scream at me, but stopped when she saw the redhead. She rolled her eyes, disgusted with me.



"Hi," the redhead said to her sheepishly.



Judy nodded.



"I'll be leaving," the redhead said to me.



I nodded and she was out.



Judy turned to me, furious.



"Do you know that while you were in here taking advantage of that kid, Mark's passed out drunk?"



I stared at her. That was it? The house wasn't on fire? We hadn't been raided? I shook my head, unbelieving.



"Come on," she said, jerking me out of the room by the arm. "Help me put the asshole into bed."



* * *



I surveyed the disaster as the last few people left the party at about three-thirty in the morning. Fuck. Bottles, cups, crap all over. I walked into the kitchen, kicking two or three empty cans away and into the bathroom. I was about to unzip when something caught my eye in the corner. Oh fuck. It can't be. Jesus.



A used rubber. I felt sick. Everyone got some except me tonight. Jesus. Then I panicked. Had anyone gotten to my little redhead? That would be divine justice. I lube her up and some other asshole nails her. In the bathroom, of all places. I could see her being bounced against the wall, wrapped around some shit. Clear your head asshole. She left half-an-hour after her clothes got back on. Still . . . Half an hour. Dumbass. There'd be blood all over the place. Yeah, but what if they cleaned . . Oh right. They scrubbed everything clean and left the rubber . . . I shook my head. You're losing it. I finished pissing and walked out to go to sleep. I would clean everything sometime tomorrow or the next day. Fuck. I'd have dumbass Mark do it and if he gave me any . . . Someone shrieked in my bed when I turned on the light.



"Heh!" a woman's voice yelled.



What?!?



It was Judy and Mark. Why? What? Christ.



"Turn off the light, asshole. You're going to wake him up."



I shook my head, unbelieving. "What are you doing in my bed?"



She pointed to Mark and wrapped the covers and wrapped the covers tightly against herself.



"He got sick all over his bed so I brought him in here. I thought you were going to shack up with one of your sluts."



Why would I leave my apartment to go fuck some chick I met in my apartment? It didn't stand to reason . . .



"Close the light," she hissed.



"Why don't you go," I moaned?



"You're going to make sure he's okay?"



I smiled. Fuck it. I took off my shirt.



"What are you doing?" she asked.



"Going to sleep."



"In here?"



I nodded, unbuckling my pants. That was the thing about Judy. She didn't turn away, not easily rattled.



"Can't you sleep on the couch?" she asked, still watching me.



I frowned at her remembering the beer spills and who knows what on our living room couch. Yeah right. I kicked my pants away, standing there in my boxers.



She bit her lip trying to think of the next thing to say.



"It's a big bed," I smiled and turned off the light. "Plenty of room."



I walked to the bed and reached for the covers. She held them tight.



"I'm naked," she said quickly. "He threw up on me."



"Not my problem," I laughed, imagining shit head heaving on Judy's chest. Good stuff. I tugged harder on the sheets.



"All right," she whispered and I could see her scooting over. "All right."



I got in bed and felt her cringe away, but my arm gently bumped against something warm and firm, her tit.



"Heh!"



"Sorry," I said and turned on my side, away from her.



"I'm not going to forget this," she said, but I'd already closed my eyes to try to get to sleep.



* * *



I could not fall asleep. I was exhausted, but could not get the image of the little red-head's fabulous bush out of my head. I was hard. I couldn't help it. Mark's snoring was also a problem. If the fucker threw up in my bed, he was going to curse the fact he didn't die peacefully on his own vomit. I thought, hoped, she was asleep. I wanted to turn over and look at her, but knew that was ridiculous. Fuck it. Plus, I liked to toss and turn a little before I fall asleep. Get comfortable. This was insane. I was almost falling off. Bitch. Bitch. I could hear her regular breathing and knew she was asleep, finally.



I'll turn around and then over again. That would help. I was about to and then I felt her turn over on her side and then reach around and hold me. She slowly pressed tighter and I could feel here hard nipples and then her warm, soft tits mashed against me. I took a deep breath. Insane. Fuck me. What the . . .



Her hand stroked my stomach and I could feel her soft breathing against my neck. I shivered and was going to pull her arm off when I felt it lower and then she squeezed, holding my rigid cock as it was falling out of the loose opening of my boxers. I tried not to groan. Mark was a good guy. Since the dorms, we'd been friends. He was my sidekick. Everyone needs a sidekick. Mark was a good one. Loyal. He took on two guys once in a bar, getting the shit kicked out of him, when they tried to help their friend I was attacking. Still. . . . I couldn't help push up against her warm hand and she squeezed harder.



This time I did moan and then I felt her startle behind me.



"What?" she gasped and then hesitated, trying to get her bearings. For a second she squeezed once more and then jerked her hand away and tried to push me off the bed.



"Asshole," she hissed.



I tried pretending I'd been asleep.



"What?" I mumbled.



She caught her breath, realizing it hadn't been my fault.



"Nothing," she whispered, "Go to sleep."



I reached down and tried to push my cock back in my boxers.



"What?" she asked.



"Nothing I . . ." I started.



"It's my fault," she admitted.



"What?"



"I was asleep and accidently . . ."



"Oh."



"Yeah."



We were silent again and I was laughing inside. How cool was this? I felt like chanting, "Judy is guilty," "Judy is guilty," but kept quiet. Now was not the time, and I would have this against her for the rest of the semester. After graduation I would never see her again. She would be off to her Fulbright in Germany and I would be at Yale.



Still, I felt giddy. It was hilarious. It was past four in the morning and I wanted to dance. Keep cool, shithead.



She was stirring next to me.



"You okay?" I whispered in a sappy soft voice.



"Yeah. What's your problem?" she snapped.



I was silent, again.



"Are you laughing?" she asked after a moment.



"No."



"It was an accident."



"I know. Chill."



"Don't tell me to chill."



"All right. All right. Sorry."



She was silent again, bothered.



"God, it's hot in here," she complained.

<hr pg="2" />We were silent.



She was about to say something and stopped.



"What?" I encouraged her.



She started, but stopped again.



"What is it?"



She took a deep breath.



"Do you think it's possible for a man and a woman to be in bed naked without fucking?"



Always direct, no question about it. Go Judy go.



"Well?"



"No," I replied, yawning for effect.



She was silent, upset.



"What about us?" she demanded.



"This doesn't count," I continued yawning.



"Because Mark's here?"



"Yeah."



"Well, he'll be dead to the world for at least the next ten hours."



"What are you saying?"



"I'm saying nothing. Just talking."



"You're mad you touched me."



She was silent.



"You were asleep for God's sake. You can hardly call that cheating, my dear."



She hit me upside the head.



"Sorry," I mumbled.



"It's just that I never remember doing anything like that to Mark."



"Mark's a heavy sleeper," I tried to help.



"Oh, shut up," she threatened.



I shut up. Whatever. I closed my eyes, my head aching for rest. I felt myself starting to drift, but then . . .



"Okay," she announced, "here's the deal. You and I are in bed together, naked."



"Really?"



"Shut up," she said, but couldn't help laugh a little. "Anyway, I don't think you and I'll wind up fucking."



I turned around to face her to grab a hold of her tits.



"Wait," she slapped my hand. "A couple of rules. One, you can't grope or touch or anything like that with your hands. That would be too obvious. Second, if one of us says "no" or "stop" that's it, it's over."



I laughed, "I'm not going to say "no" or "stop" sweetheart."



She glared at me. I thrust my cock into her, jabbing her warm, strong thigh.



"Heh!" she cried. "Wait."



"Wait, my ass," I growled. "The game commences."



I continued stroking her with my straining dick.



"That does nothing for me," she announced.



I knew she was lying. Her thighs were on fire, and I was leaving streak after streak of pre-cum all over. I pulled away and could see the disappointment on her face.



"Your turn," I challenged.



She shook her head, smiling. "I'm not the one that wants to fuck. You do, obviously."



"How fair is that," I tried?



"Fair? This has nothing to do with fair."



I pouted, turning over on my back and crossing my arms on my chest. I wanted to laugh. Judy did not like being challenged.



"Fine," she said and rolled over to hold Mark.



I turned over quickly, before she could react, and pushed my cock against the soft round pillows of her ass.



"Heh!" she cried out. "That's not fair."



I laughed. "Fair has nothing to do with it."



I pushed harder and felt myself slip into her warm, sweaty crevice and when my cock gently prodded her asshole, I felt her hand grab it and push it away.



"No hands," I whispered and tried to push my cock back into her.



"Okay," she whispered. "That's it, stop."



Stop? Is she nuts? I pushed harder and my cock slipped out from between her firm lovely pillows and snaked down between her thighs. Her cunt lips were almost hairless, pouting, wet and sticky heat all over.



"I said, stop," she called out, alarmed.



I did so and pulled away.



She turned around on her back again.



I was smiling to myself and she punched me hard on the arm.



"Don't act so smug. Nothing happened."



"Not because you didn't want it to happen," I sneered.



"Excuse me, did I say "stop" or didn't I?"



"Bullshit. You were a swamp down there. Don't even try."



She was silent, pissed off as hell.



Suddenly she was rolling over on top of me and before I could say a word she was sitting on my cock, her sopping cunt lips open lewdly and pressing hard against it.



"Here's the deal," she hissed. "You don't put it in. I can if I want, but, believe me, I won't. If you say stop or come without getting in me, I win."



I looked up at her heaving tits, almost swinging yet standing proud, jutting out to be touched. I reached up and she slapped my hand away. 



"No, touching, remember?"



I nodded, and then groaned, as she pressed down harder on my cock with her cunt. I looked down to see the juncture and wanted to die. Judy, had almost a naked cunt, hardly any hair. Sparse soft, wisps here and there and little else. My cock was lodged, wet from her juices between her swollen cunt lips. I could see her little clit gently rubbing against my almost purple cockhead.



She smiled down at me.



"Enough?" she whispered and then began massaging her tits, and pinching her nipples, while her liquid throbbing flesh rocked back and forth over my poor prick.



Fuck it. Just reach down and stick it to the bitch. This was insane. No, no. She'd file charges. And she would. I knew it. It had to be her way.



I took a deep breath, as I felt my cock jerking. Fuck it. It would be over. Don't.



"Two more minutes," I groaned.



"What?"



"You only get two more minutes and then I get to fuck you."



She looked at the clock radio and swallowed.



"Bullshit," she said, trying to change the subject. "If you have to come, go ahead. I'm not stopping you."



"Two minutes," I repeated. That's it.



She pressed down harder, and I could see that her blond bob was soaked with sweat, as were her tits, her stomach, her thighs, everything. Good. This wasn't easy for her either. I could last two minutes. I knew it. And then I would fuck her like I'd never fucked any girl before.



"All right," she said, "but it's got to be five minutes."



Of course, I wasn't thinking clearly.



"Five minutes?" she asked again.



"Yeah, five minutes," I groaned.



The next two minutes were murder. Judy did everything short of shoving my cock in her. She stroked and rocked and pressed and squeezed. She even tried to lick her tits, which was a mistake, because it was obvious she'd never done anything like that before and it only made me laugh, giving me valuable time to recoup something from the losing struggle. At two-and-one-half minutes I knew I was a goner and was going to concede by simply letting everything go and squirt to my heart's content, all over my stomach, when an odd thing happened.



Judy started coming.



And it wasn't a soft shudder. I felt a flood of juices open and drain on my cock. Her body, tits, everything convulsed and shook. She was trying to keep quiet, but couldn't help moaning and groaning. It lasted for what seemed like hours, but passed by I'm sure in less than half a minute. I was about to go with her, when she suddenly fell over on me, her tits splashed against my face and her ass and thighs opened wide astride my hips. I thought she was sobbing, but it was a gurgling moaning sound. She was heaving trying to catch her breath. She smelled and tasted wonderful, salty, sweet, harsh and honey.



I'd never seen a woman come like that before. I wanted to kiss her, but didn't. I was afraid to disturb her. I felt her stir a little and then felt her reach behind her. She grabbed my cock and gently rose a little and pushed it up and between her now unreal and bloated cuntlips until the head was lodged in her opening. We both struggled a bit as my cock-head gently pushed inside her, the opening constricted and locked with orgasm and were silent and except for two simultaneous deep breaths from each of us as I pushed the rest in. She whimpered as it slowly penetrated into her body and I fell in love. I don't remember ever being inside anything so smooth, snug, warm and soft. My cock pulsed, waiting for movement, hungry for release, but I ignored him.



I took Judy's face in my hands and kissed her softly. She looked down at me, her eyes red and swollen and hesitated for a moment, but then opened her mouth and we entwined in a slow even kiss.



She released her mouth, after a moment, rising and falling on my cock and broke the silent tension that was building between us with a laugh. My heart contracted violently at the sound.



"I won," she moaned, and slowly ground down on me.



I smiled to myself and closed my eyes, as she kissed me and licked my face and neck and chest. All the while I felt the sensations of her incredible cunt stroking up and down over and over, surrounding me. I would come any second, but didn't care.



She sensed it and started moving faster, her ass bouncing up and down against my thighs.



"Come when I come," she moaned.



"Tell me when," I whispered.



She closed her eye, falling and rising and then opened them.



"Noooowwwwwww. Pleasssseee," she hissed and I let it go. She slumpedl down on me again, silently screaming in my ear, her body shaking. I felt throbs, pulses, spurts, constrictions, soft, warm tit, a pink nipple. It was all unreal. 



As my cock was slowly released from her grip, and our joined juices poured out of her, she shook her head.



"How much did you put in me?" she teased.



"Everything," I sighed and kissed her.



"If you got me pregnant," she began, and I stiffened, again, horrified . . . and then she laughed that same wicked laugh.



I sighed relieved.



"Like I would ever let that happen," she whispered.



* * *



When I felt her sound asleep in my arms twenty minutes later, I kissed her forehead and gently released her, getting out of my bed as quietly as I could. I got dressed and left the two of them alone. I looked down at them. They looked good together, I admitted to myself. And that idiot needed her so bad. I didn't feel bad that it had happened, simply sad that it would probably never happen again. He would never know. I walked into the living room and then into Mark's bedroom. It stank and I wretched a little. I took out four tens and two fives and left the money on his drawer and stepped out into the cool March morning.

