Eliza Sharp 6 - Takes A Leap
by Vivian White

Eliza never imagined she’d realize she was in love while another man’s cum was inside her. She’d always pictured it… well, like it had actually happened. That was confusing, of course. It’d been a week since she and Cody’s trip to the beach where she’d stared at him and a rush of emotion had taken hold. The feeling of want. Of need. Of…

“Love,” she muttered to herself, tiptoeing along the empty hotel hallway with a fresh bucket of ice, wearing only her Calvin Klein thong, panties, and bra.

She’d needed to get out of the hotel room, even if it was for just a few minutes. Grabbing some ice seemed like a decent enough excuse, though why she didn’t think to at least pull on some pants showed exactly where her mind was. Eliza wasn’t thinking about others catching a glimpse of the sex mussed hair and body of a lingerie model on location for a shoot. She was worried about the cute boy back home who had wedged himself into her mind and heart.

“Love,” she muttered again, quickly making her way to the door to the hotel suite, pulling the key card out from between her breasts and scanning it, darting inside before anyone saw her. It wasn’t so much that she was worried people would see her in her underwear, she was a lingerie model after all. It was more that they’d see the sweat and semen drying on her skin and in her hair. Or the sticky, stained gusset and thong back of her panties.

Back in the room, the smell of sex assaulted her like never before. She’d grown used to the aroma over the years. It was practically part of the gig, really. Sexual tension could get very high during a photo shoot with nearly naked women, and so inevitably… sex. It was as normal as going for a dip in the pool. To her relief, everyone was still passed out from their earlier activities. Three men, two of them male models and one of the photographers, and five of her fellow lingerie models all sprawled in various places and states around the open room.

Eliza put the bucket of ice down, picking a few cubes and dropping them into a glass that she quickly filled with a few shots of scotch they’d procured from the mini-fridge and tiptoed over to the sitting area with its large window overlooking the beach and ocean. Outside, dark clouds filled the horizon. Flashes of blue-white lightning lit up the roiling waves of the sea. The distant boom of thunder rattled the windows.

Pulling a chair up to sit in front of the window, Eliza put her drink down just long enough to slip her panties off. Thick, sticky webs of semen trailed from her smooth cunt to the stained gusset of the panties. It dripped down her thighs, already starting to dry in the warm air of the room. Usually she was okay walking around in panties filled with jizz, but tonight…tonight it felt…wrong. Not wrong as in she’d done something immoral or bad, but… uncomfortable. Like the thoughts and feelings she was having didn’t lend themselves to being considered with other men’s spunk inside and up against her skin.

She tossed the panties aside towards where she’d put her luggage and curled up in the chair, grabbing her drink and letting her gaze lock onto the storm that was raging out at sea.

“Love,” she repeated softly, swirling the scotch around, the ice clinking against the crystal of the glass. “Is it really…love?” A single sip of the scotch made her cringe. It went down smoothly but was still striking after she’d screamed her throat raw.

Glancing back, she surveyed the mess she’d helped make. Clothes tossed aside. Panties askew on the walls. Sheets ripped from the bed and tossed to the floor. There were wet patches on the floor and bed from various fluids. Some hers. Some from the girls. Most of them mixtures. A shiver went through her just thinking about the tension and excitement and need for release after such a long day out at the beach in the hot sun in flimsy lace and satin.

She shut her eyes, remembering what had happened not even an hour ago. Being on all fours with Marco, the principal photographer and long-time friend with benefits, thrusting his raw cock inside her powerfully and relentlessly. He was never one to be gentle. The man was a fright train. He didn’t know what slow or steady meant. His cock was thick and solid, curving slightly upward so when he pounded into her it always dragged along her g-spot and made her legs quiver.

His hands gripped her hips tight, pulling her back, making her grunt like some wild baboon, her tits swaying and bouncing wildly underneath her as he growled with his own desire.

“Fuck yes! Fuuuuck Liza your cunt…oh shit it's perfect….fuuuuck, you should really…let me do a nude shoot…” He chuckled, hands moving to her ass cheeks and spreading her so he could get that photographer look at her gripping bald lips on his shaft.

“In…ohhhhh fuck…in your…dreams…” Eliza groaned, head down, eyes shut, the feeling of being filled with hard cock sending lightning all through her veins. “Just…fu…fuck me…”

“Yes ma’am.” Marco laughed, his dark bronze skin glistening with new layers of sweat as he began to let loose, thrusting faster and harder, making Eliza arch.

Eliza shook her head, tossing off the images. Her hand went between her legs, tracing her folds and feeling the lingering heat from earlier. The fluids still moist and dripping and starting to dry.

“I want it to be him.” It came out of her mouth without her even thinking. Her eyes widened. “Oh shit. I really am in love.”

The entire time she’d been releasing her tension with her friends and coworkers, she’d half or wholly been thinking of Cody. She'd looked up at Jordan when he had her folded like a pretzel, his long dick plunging into her over and over, and pictured Cody’s eyes. Cody’s face. His lips. The smell of his skin after a long day at the bookstore. The scent of his breath, if he was close while they were talking, a mixture of mint and coffee.

She would be held in the air, riding one of the other model’s cocks, arms wrapped around his neck and arched back screaming, but her mind would be back on that beach staring at Cody as the sun was setting. Seeing his eyes sparkle. His smile bright.

She wanted it to be him.

Him inside her.

Him next to her.

With her.

She wanted him so badly it twisted her stomach, making her curl up tighter in her chair, eyes locked on the darkness outside the window.

That moment at the beach had been the real spark. The lighting of the fuse. And now…after having been part of an orgy with three different men’s cum inside her, she had finally burst. It was love. She loved Cody. So much. It was like a brilliant, burning, and blinding light inside her, refusing to be ignored.

For the first time she felt a bit dirty. She wasn’t ashamed of sex or enjoying it. But now that she knew what her feelings were, sitting in a pool of oozing cum from her pussy, in a room full of sweaty, exhausted bodies, she felt like she was betraying that feeling.

A quick search found Eliza’s phone near her bag, she quickly grabbed it and went back to her chair. First she opened her photos. A year ago her app would have been full of photos from various photoshoots and parties and yes, even erotic encounters. Now when she flipped through all she saw were photos of her and Cody. Picture perfect. Fun. Cute. One was even romantic, her leaning into Cody wearing a mesh top with a bright neon blue bikini top underneath, holding up a fancy drink, her cheek pressed against his. The look on his face was of pure surprise and embarrassment.

The photo made her crack out a sob. God, she loved him. Fuck, how had it snuck up on her like this? Was she really that stupid? She knew she’d been flirting with him, but she flirted a lot. Sex was casual. Flirting was just fun. And seeing Cody blush was one of her favorite things.

But now it all meant something else. Something more. She replayed every interaction over the past year. All the moments with him stolen while at lunch. After shifts and photoshoots. On weekends. At his apartment or at hers watching movies. At some point she’d started thinking more about what she wore when she was around him, even if it was something he’d never see. How many times had she gone out on a ‘friend date’ with him wearing a sheer, skin tight g-string that came away sticky and soaked when she got home after? How many times had she found herself masturbating when she got home after seeing him, or before to calm her nerves?

All the signs had been right there, and she’d missed them. Or maybe she’d ignored them. That was the worrisome part. Because as much as Eliza prided herself on being above all the glitz and glamor of her job, there was still a part of her that thought being attracted to someone like Cody was…beneath her.

“Stupid. Stupid stupid.” She scolded, closing the photos and opening her contacts. Her thumb moved fast, scrolling to her mother’s number and pressing call.

It only rang twice before her mother picked up. “Hey, honey. What’s got you calling so late? Aren’t you in the Caribbean or something?” Her mother sounded sleepy, but Eliza knew that it would still be another hour or two before her mother could find the drive to put down whatever sewing project she was working on and go to bed.

“Momma…” It came out as a raspy squeak. Eliza was surprised that she was starting to cry.

“Oh…oh honey bunch, sweety, what’s wrong?” The tenderness in her mother’s voice soothed the bits of sharp pain that were starting to jab at her heart. A soft murmur in the background told Eliza her father was up too, probably sipping a beer watching a game, or maybe just watching her mother sew like it was the most entertaining thing in the world.

“Momma…I…When did you know you loved Dad?” It came out sheepishly, hiccups starting to permeate her speech.

There was a silence on the line for a moment, and then a heavy, almost relieved, sigh. “This is about Cody isn’t it?”

Eliza nearly choked. “Wh…what?”

“Oh honey, I’ll answer your question. But first, you need to tell me the truth. Is this because you’ve finally realized you like Cody?” There was a stern, no nonsense tone to her mother’s voice she recognized from when she was a girl and they were confronting her about going out and drinking with her friends when she was sixteen.

Eliza hesitated, but only for a second. “Yeah…”

“Oh, thank God.” The sound of utter relief in her mother’s voice made Eliza sit up straight.

“What?”

“Honey… It was pretty obvious. When you came to visit last month, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. I mean, you were all googly-eyed at him the entire time.”

Eliza’s cheeks reddened. She’d taken Cody with her to visit her parents. It was an innocent trip…though if she were being honest…and he knew she needed to be no more than ever, she’d been curious about what her parents would think of Cody. Her dad had taken to him in his own gruff way, though he’d never stopped eyeing Cody like he were the rowdy boy trying to corrupt his little girl. Eliza’s mother had thought Cody was sweet, nothing but good things to say about him when Eliza tried to question her.

Looking back on that weekend… oh gosh… had she really been so wide-eyed and obvious?

“I…I…” All she could do was stammer as she heard her mother start giggling on the other end of the line.

“Sweetie. Not once in your entire life did you look at anyone the way you were looking at Cody. There were practically hearts in your eyes. It was cute.” Her father said something that Eliza couldn’t hear. “Oh, hush. You and I both know it was sweet, so get off that whole ‘I’m the protective daddy’ soapbox. You like him just as much as I do. He’s perfect for Eliza.”

Eliza slumped in her chair, eyes wide, staring out at the torrential rain pattering against the window and the soft rolling sounds of thunder and flashing lightning.

“Honey…you still there?”

“I…um…yeah…” she whispered, trying to grasp hold of her flailing thoughts.

“Good. You asked when I knew I loved your dad?”

“Yeah.”

“It doesn’t matter.” The statement was matter of fact and final. “It doesn’t matter when I knew I loved your father or when he knew he loved me. What matters right now, dear, is if you know you love Cody.”

“I…sh…should I?” She felt fragile. That singular, selfish part of her was howling, screaming. That little piece of ego and narcissism and conceited classism didn’t want her to ‘lower’ herself.

“Eliza Harding. Are you asking me if you should love that boy who clearly thinks you’re God’s gift to the world? Why wouldn’t you? If it’s about your profession and his, then that’s not just silly, it’s stupid. We taught you better than that. If you love him, then love him. If you love each other, then don’t waste time.” Her mother’s voice softened, and Eliza could almost feel her wrapping her arms around her and kissing her hair like she used to do when she was little. “Baby, that boy had such big eyes for you. And you clearly want him. Don’t overthink this. Don’t let jobs and status get in the way of something that we both know would be beautiful.”

They talked for a few more minutes, then Eliza hung up and tucked her knees under her chin, continuing to watch the storm outside. It was a steady rain now. No more barreling thunder or crashing lightning. Just a life-giving rain making the ocean hazy.

“I’m in love with Cody,” she whispered to the quiet. A soft snort from one of the girls made her crack a smile at the absurdity of her situation. She was in a room full of naked people. Her pussy was still slick with juices and cum. The entire room smelled musky, mature, full of sex. That was her erotic position, and all she could think about was the boy at the bookstore.

Don’t over think this. Don’t waste time.

Eliza hopped out of the chair and marched to the shower. She cleaned herself with meticulous fury, scrubbing all the dried semen and sweat and juices away from her skin as if shedding a skin. Her clit throbbed as her thoughts morphed from memories of that evening to ones that might be coming. Nights with Cody. Intimate touches. Kisses. It made her nipples so hard she couldn’t stop herself from touching them, rubbing soap and suds along her curves and diving two fingers deep into her cunt. It was burning like never before, and it was just because she was thinking about the boy back home.

Home.

When had she started thinking about Cody like that? What if he didn’t like her in the same way? There were so many what ifs. So many ways things could go wrong. But Eliza knew she had to try. This wasn’t the sort of thing that you let pass you by. If her mother was right, and Cody had been looking at her the same way she was looking at him, then maybe all he needed was a nudge. She’d been worried about their differing social status, maybe he was too?

She thrust her fingers and rubbed her clit with her thumb, thinking about telling Cody how she felt. The terror and thrill of it made her walls clench, and a hard, pulsing orgasm crashed over her. What if he said yes? That he wanted her too?

Her fingers flashed like a pounding piston, driving her to another orgasm, hand on the wall to prevent herself from falling over into the tub.

After her shower, she dried off, dressed, and packed. There was no need to leave a note for anyone. The shoot was already over. Slipping out of the room, she hurried down the hall with her bag rolling behind her as she pulled out her phone and called the airline to change her flight time. She needed to get back home. Back to Cody. Back to what might be the best thing in her life if she stopped overthinking and just…took a leap.