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Unconditional Love Ch. 04

I could hear the fluorescent lights over my head humming their static hum right after the jets stopped showering me with their peaceful effervescence. I sat on the side of the hot tub while I watched a thatch of blonde hair bob up and down on my swollen cock. It was early in the morning and the world was asleep. My girlfriend's dad's place was lit up outside somewhat, but not nearly enough for us to be caught out from someone watching in the street. I looked down at the tangled, lank mat of hair moving swiftly below my waist and arched my neck and back while I took in a beautiful starry morning overhead. That hair was soaked in sweat and chlorinated water, stiff as could be, and drooping lazily down towards a sculpted pair of shoulders braced against the side of the hot tub.

I felt a pull just below where all the action was happening and my vision started to go dark in the periphery. I was lost in this orgasm. I was lost to the beautiful young woman working so hard to bring me this bliss. I moaned softly and let my mouth hang open. The instant my mouth formed to make the sound of that moan I let go and felt everything come to a head. I inclined my head again and watched as her deep strokes slowed to shallower ones and slowed further still while she gathered all that cum in her throat. Swallowing hard with her head down, Becca then placed her tongue on the underside of my now-drained balls and took one last long, languid lick from bottom to top while I shuddered violently and told her I couldn't take any more.

My vacation had pretty much gone like this from one night to the next. Becca, my girlfriend's youngest sister, had been picking and choosing spots like this one for the last four days. Erin, my girlfriend, had been only slightly more conservative and had only had adventures like this with me when everyone else was out of the house. They were both beautiful, spirited, creative, and extremely skilled in their lovemaking and it was starting to create some friction for me. Becca wasn't necessarily satisfied just being the side piece while Erin was the perfect girlfriend in many ways that her sister seemingly wasn't.

Becca was attending school not all that far from where Erin and I were finishing our degrees and she had made the pointed suggestion many times that we come and visit her at school soon. While we were vacationing, Becca and Erin had been getting along extremely well, much better than I would have expected given the circumstances. Becca knew all about Erin's and my relationship, but Erin was not similarly enlightened at that point. Their other sister Fleur seemed to sense something fishy about Becca and I, but had not as yet made any effort to suss out our misdeeds.

I was living a disingenuous existence every time I woke up and faced the day. The whole ordeal was starting to wear on me even without the intervention of Becca and her insistent half-jokes. Living wrapped up in a lie isn't an easy way to live, but when the lie is as tantalizing as this you make due. Even by that logic, the lie was wearing thin and I didn't like having to live underneath it all the time.

I stepped out of the hot tub and prepared myself to leap into the neighboring pool. I knew doing so would be the necessary shock to the system that would keep me awake enough to face a ridiculously early start to the day. Becca stepped out of the tub too, lifting one leg gracefully after the other and plopping herself down next to the pool to dangle her feet in. I jumped in, swam back up, breached the surface, and shook my hair out of my eyes, teeth chattering. Becca eyed me pensively while I glided my way over to the side of the pool she was perched on.

"So, let me ask you; how is your trip so far? It seems to me like it's been a pretty fulfilling one."

I had a feeling we were on the same wavelength in our thought processes, but I didn't want to volunteer too much if I didn't have to.

"It's been amazing. I hope you've been enjoying your leisure time too."

"Definitely," her eyes gave away that she had an ulterior motive to this line of questioning while she went on, "but I've had some weird thoughts the last couple days. Honestly, I'm feeling a little torn over some parts of it."

Only figuratively dipping my toe in these shark infested waters, I asked her which parts were bugging her.

"I just feel like you've been really needy with me. Every time Erin says no or gets too shy, you just knock on my door instead. I don't think it's really fair to either of us."

"So you haven't enjoyed our time together?"

"I didn't say that. I just said I don't think you're giving me enough credit when it's time to choose who to spend time with. I don't like being an afterthought."

I admit I didn't feel a need to fight dirty here. It wasn't like she was being especially plaintive or forcing my hand in any way, but this conversation could get ugly fast and I didn't want to be the one playing catch up.

"Do you think I should just come clean to Erin and see what she does?"

Becca rolled her eyes almost violently and muttered that that wasn't what she meant.

"I just mean when it comes time to spend time with one of us, choose me sometimes."

It couldn't be argued that she was being pushy or disrespectful or even unrealistic, but appearances did have to be kept up. I didn't want to have to choose between the two of them, in my mind the choice had always been both or neither. This idea of having cake and eating it wasn't even something that I considered to be altogether immoral, besides, Erin knew my feelings about monogamy. I had convinced myself that she respected those feelings rather than tolerated them, but I had an academic notion that the opposite was likely true. All these factors painted a bleak picture for my romantic prospects if things became less secretive.

I tabled my concern for the time being and replied with something snarky and non-committal, only to watch Becca's face fall. My heart went out to her in that moment, but let's be real, I had no idea what she was going through, what she was thinking, what she assumed was going to come of that conversation. I wished right then that I had some notion of what could be going on in her head.

The remainder of the trip was largely uneventful and left me feeling relaxed and refreshed for the last semester of my undergraduate studies. Undergrad had been a pretty simple equation for me; equal parts hedonistic release and dutiful studying and boyfriending. Those two sides of me rarely meshed and it was now showing through pretty plainly in my relationship.

I spent almost every minute of my Fridays with Erin, as had been our tradition for the last two years. We planned our schedules such that we would not have any classes on Fridays and it had worked out very well. This semester was no different and would provide us plenty of 'couples time.' The only hitch was that Thursday was now my intramural basketball night and intramural basketball meant excess amounts of drinking with my teammates (before and after the games) and running around campus making asses of ourselves. Sometimes when the league games finished up, we'd play in the gym until the wee hours of the morning. We'd stagger home like zombies and be so creaky and tired that Friday was sometimes a wash altogether. It didn't seem to me like my goals were likely to facilitate one another.

Leaving all that aside, I couldn't wait to get back to school and my old routine. Routine was an important part of my daily life at school and my existence had become pretty regimented. I considered this to be a good thing, but the more I thought about how I'd like the see the semester progress the more it seemed like that might be something that would have to go by the wayside.

I thought often about that conversation I had had with Becca down in Florida before we left. Becca had invited Erin and I to check out her school a number of times and always we had politely demurred, but Becca's latest attempt coupled with Erin's dwindling busy time meant our side trip was likely to happen sooner rather than later. Erin talked a lot about how she felt like she was missing out on some great sister time by not visiting, but I did not insert myself into that particular concern of hers (no pun intended).

As our semester began, we found that being second semester seniors really did entail a bit of a malaise. We were convinced that there was nothing we could do to thwart our attempts at graduating and acted like it even more after our initial visits to our advisors at the beginning of the semester. Erin had her advisor visit in the first week back and said that she found out that her grades were good enough last semester that even if she failed one of her electives this semester, she would still graduate with honors come the end of the school year. My visit wasn't as rosy, but it did convince me that I could cut loose a little this term and still be able to feel comfortable about my workload. The only real challenge in my course load was a three-credit art history course that met on Wednesday night. It was a two hour affair, but it only met once a week, so I guessed I could stomach it. Art history began at 6, went until 8 and then I could nip off to whatever party (or other excuse to drink) I liked.

My advisor visit was on the second Tuesday of the semester and the following night was my first art history course. There was no reason to believe this course would be anything other than dull, but I knew this was the only elective credit that made sense to my schedule. After eight o'clock on Wednesdays was basically the only time I had to my lonesome each week. Any other time spent away from class was either spent with Erin or with my basketball team, so relaxation was the name of the game after this class. I had plans to explore the great indoors as soon as my bit was up, so these two hours just couldn't pass fast enough.

I walked into your average lecture hall about five minutes early and tried to find a seat way in back. The classroom seated what looked like a hundred or more and had a stadium-style seating layout. The lowest seats were right in front and the highest were way in back. A projector screen about ten feet high stood at the front of the hall. I looked up toward the back of the room and saw most of the seats up there already occupied by other similarly bored upperclassmen and rued my missing out on prime real estate. Taking another cursory glance, I spotted one seat right underneath the projector well and made a beeline for it. Looking right over the heads of everyone seated between the first row and the last row I walked purposefully toward that last remaining empty seat. As I passed by the fourth or fifth row, I heard someone whisper-yell my name.

"Bastian! Bastian!!" the voice was quiet but intense and I did a double-take as I looked to find the source.

"Over here," it was a feminine voice and not unpleasant even in those harsh tones.

Gazing around I spotted Becca sitting in the middle of the lecture hall with no one else sitting anywhere near her. I continued seeking her out, but looked right over her head with a dumb look on my face to jokingly signal my acknowledgment by not acknowledging her.

"I can hear a familiar voice," I mocked while I stuck my arms out searchingly, as if I were blind, "but that horrible smell tells me it can't be who it sounds like."

"Asshole," and we were off.

"What the hell are you DOING here?!"

"Well, that's a fine 'how do you do.' I'm doing well thanks for asking," she never missed a chance to twist the knife a little.

"All right all right, I'm glad you're well, now tell me what you're doing here!"

"I had to take a three credit elective before I could start on my second major. They had no offerings left at my school, so I looked over here instead."

"I knew you were local, but I didn't know you were this local."

"Yeah, I've told you guys a hundred times I only go to school like 15 minutes down the road! You still always find some reason to not visit!"

She had me there. I wasn't about to argue anyway, my mind was still trying to wrap itself around this very pleasant surprise.

"I feel like such a jackass, we'll have to make up for lost time, won't we?"

That one felt wrong the instant I said it, and Becca made me realize as much. The look on her face was either disgust or pleading, but it was definitely confusing to me.

"Can we not talk like that in here?"

Turns out it was pleading.

"Well, I'm headed up to the back so I can occasionally get some sleep in here. Care to join me?"

"I would not care to join you, because I'm here for an education not to dick around like you."

"Suit yourself!" I said that one unnecessarily curtly and began to ascend the steps to my perch so I could nod off as soon as the lesson began.

I kept looking down at Becca and making faces when she would turn around to peek at me. I waved her up a number of times until at least she grabbed her things and trudged up the stairs to throw her bag down underneath the seat in front of me. She flung herself into the chair and turned around with a look that said "are you happy now?" I was indeed happy now and tapped her on the shoulder after she had turned back around.

As I tapped her, our professor strode into the lecture far below. The professor was a woman, probably in her late thirties judging by the way she carried herself. Dark hair, but I couldn't make out much else from far away.

"Well, I can see you all enjoy art history a great deal, judging by how far everyone is from the front of the room. Why don't we make our way down and get to know each other better?"

Silently and sullenly, those of us at the back of the classroom made our way forward. I didn't have any desire to be chided on my first day in class, but this one was pretty forgivable; there weren't all that many people in the class. Becca and I popped down next to one another in about the third row of seats, which was as far back as anyone would sit now that we were all crowded in. The professor shot me a look as I finally looked up at the front of the class from a better vantage point. I say shot a look, but it was more like a stare and I was more than happy to stare right back.

I wasn't wrong about how old she looked, but I didn't notice any of the lovely details of her appearance until I moved closer. She had auburn hair, incredibly long legs, and tits that were just a perfect handful. They weren't as perky as Erin's or Becca's, but they were perfectly shaped and still more than held their own when compared to most. She showed a little cleavage, maybe two buttons worth, and her chest was nicely tanned and dotted with freckles. Her hair was wavy and a little bit of a mess, but she had a hard, angular face with high cheekbones that sported somewhat large glasses, accentuating her hazel eyes very nicely. I was smitten right away and judging by how long she looked at me while she spoke to the entire class, I would guess a similar reaction had hit her as well.

As I started to come back to my senses, Becca elbowed me in the ribs from her seat and I saw a sly smile pass over the professor's face when she saw it. It seemed to me like there might be a little competition brewing here.

"Jesus Christ!" again with the whisper-shouting, "what the hell are you staring at, you fucker?"

As if Becca didn't have it hard enough, now she had someone else to have to compete with. If I knew Becca at all, and I figured I did, this was not likely to deter her at all. I turned my head at that moment (admittedly, a second too late) and addressed her at a whisper.

"You know exactly what I'm staring at. Don't worry, she's got nothing on you."

"On me? I'm not concerned about me! Do you just cheat on my sister with everything that moves?!"

I was a little surprised by her tone (particularly when she was playing fast and loose with the truth here), but I responded quickly and forcefully.

"Not at all! The only woman I've ever had anything to do with since I met your sister was you!" I shot back accusatorially.

Somewhat humbled by the obvious hypocrisy, Becca went silent for some time. We got through the first half of our class without too much further incident and then broke for ten minutes while everyone had something for a snack or headed to the bathroom. I turned my chair a little towards Becca and started chatting her up about the whole art history situation we now found ourselves in. Initially she was a little defensive because it may have sounded like I accused her of setting all this up, but she settled into her story fairly easily after I assured her I was doing no such thing.

"I don't know, I just needed the credits if I wanted to stick to my graduation schedule. No real secret there."

"I know I know, but you could see where a guy might flatter himself."

"If he was an idiot, sure."

I don't know why I craved that abuse from her, but I surely did and would say most anything to get it. I noticed the winter break had actually done nice things for her complexion. All that time in Florida had given her skin a pleasant bronze sort of a glow and distinguished her from nearly every other woman in the lecture. She looked healthy, vibrant, and more than a little excited for the remainder of her evening.

The second half of class wrapped quickly and before we knew it we were all done for the night. Being Wednesday, I had no plans and eagerly asked if Becca wanted to grab something to eat.

"No, I had something small before I got here and then snack during the break. I think I'm full for the time being actually. I have a better idea though, why don't you show me your apartment?"

Now there was a novel idea! For all the stories I had told Becca about the havoc myself and my housemates had wreaked, I had never bothered to show her my space. Nodding appreciatively, we both got up together and packed our things hurriedly. We strode out of class together and found our way up the hill, past the administration building, and down our street until we arrived at a shoddy white building with black tar paper all over it. This was my home away from home for the last two years, but I had never once so much as broached the subject of improvements. Suffice it to say, the place was a dump. I kept my room immaculate (at the behest of Erin and Erin alone), but I couldn't be bothered to do the outside of the house any favors. We trod up the steps slowly as we had both walked some way to get there, and then made our way inside and up another flight of stairs. It wasn't a big house, but it had three floors and they were all full of college kids and their college shit.

Opening the door at the top of the stairs on the second floor, we both bundled in quietly and ignored all the shouts coming from downstairs where two of my housemates had been playing football on the their Playstation. The heating register in my room sat just above the common area downstairs, so we could hear them breathing if they had shut up long enough to let us.

The din subsided not long after we arrived and the shouting had turned to whispers. Not that those whispers were altogether discreet, but it was their honest attempt at talking shit about me without me hearing every word. Two minutes later, one of them was knocking on my bedroom door.

"Bastian, do you know where the TV remote went?" my housemate Dan opened the door as he asked, not hesitating to gather whether or not I had actually invited him in.

"Dan, this is Becca; Becca, Dan."

Dan had finally stopped his momentum upon seeing Becca and held out his hand for a shake. She offered it and he grasped Becca's thin hand and moved to kiss it, but she pulled back quickly and spurned his smarmy advance.

"Hi Dan," she shot back curtly. "Bastian, how do you get to the bathroom from here?"
"Just head back out the door, look left, and it's the second door on the left."

After she had cleared out while avoiding Dan's prolonged gaze, he quietly posed a question to me about her 'availability,' as he inelegantly put it. Now I didn't think of Becca as the sophisticated, intellectual sort who wouldn't engage with someone she considered to be as juvenile as Dan, but I picked up on the cue from her right away and lied out my ass.

"Oh you don't want to bark up that tree, friend. She's Erin's sister and she's part of this weird youth group. They believe that chastity is the only way to forge an honest relationship with god before you get married. Not to mention the fact that she lives with their dad and he's a violent son of a bitch. I had to dodge a gravy boat at our first Thanksgiving together."

"Fuck ME. Bitch is crazy. Good lookin' out bro."

Becca came back in a minute or two later and Dan shot her a dirty look as he squeezed past her and escaped the room.

"What did you tell him? When I left he was eye-banging me. Now that I'm back he looks like he'd just as soon kill me as fuck me."

"He's a moron, who knows what he's up to."

Becca sat down on the end of my full size bed and looked out the window to the building next door. There wasn't much to see, but she seemed lost so I didn't interrupt.

"So this is where you and Erin make the magic happen huh?" she nudged me in the ribs with her elbow as I sat down next to her.

Without answer, I delicately placed my hand on the side of her face and leaned into a deep kiss. We lingered a little longer than normal on eachother's lips because we didn't have to rush and we weren't hiding from anyone; it was a wonderful feeling. Our excitement built quickly from that embrace and it didn't take long before Becca threw herself down on my pillow and started to pull her sweater off over her head. I softly caressed her right breast as I reached behind her back and unhooked her black bra with my right hand. Once the fasteners gave way, I pulled back and used both hands to remove it. Her tits were finally free and they looked even better than I remembered. Bronze as if kissed by the sun and gravity defying in their pert shape and taut flesh, I encircled her nipples with my tongue as she grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of my head. I kissed her navel and moved slowly southward while she wrestled with the button on her jeans. Once the button popped free, she slid her jeans and underwear off in one motion while I laid her back down on the bed and inhaled deeply but subtly when my nose came within a few inches of her meticulously shorn pussy. She had shaved every last hair off of that gorgeous cunt and her excitement level coupled with my kissing and nibbling right down to her clit had left her labia moist enough to produce a sheen when the light hit just right.

I dove right into her pussy and buried my tongue deep inside her. I probed with my tongue while nuzzling her clit with the end of my nose. Her clit was so unbelievably sensitive that every time I would move my tongue she would shudder as my nose would graze the end of it. The sensitivity was clearly becoming unbearable for her because she kept tossing my head around and moaning deeply every time I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly on her. Once it became clear that she needed relief, I withdrew my tongue and instead took the lightest licks on her clit. They were delicate little flutters of my tongue and they made her shake with agony and ecstasy. I then inserted two fingers into her and stroked her g-spot with a 'come hither' motion that left her breathing ragged. She tensed up almost violently and her eyes locked open staring at the top of my head. Her mouth formed an 'o' and she hit the mattress with her hands on either side of me. When she stopped gasping I stopped everything and withdrew my fingers from inside her. Her excitement had crescendoed and she was clearly on the way down as she covered her face with her arms and tried to regain her breath.

I drew myself up on her left side and put my arm beneath her head and let her rest it in the crook of my shoulder. She turned to face the wall and I felt her soft back against my chest. She drew her knees up so she was curled up against me and started to wiggle her ass against my crotch. Taking her cue, I began to wrestle my pants off with my free arm. I finally got them off and tossed them over the side of the bed, as I did so I heard my cell phone make a tinny ring on the bedside table. Rolling over onto my back, I checked the screen and saw that it was Erin on the line.

"Of course it's her," I muttered under my breath as I hit the 'volume down' button and silenced the ringer.

"Just get it, I need a minute anyway."

I grabbed the phone again and swiped along the bottom of the display to pick up the call. The call clicked over and Erin come on loud and clear.

"Hey you! How was your first art class? Did you get some much-needed rest?"

"Hey, no not really any rest, the class had almost nobody in it so the professor made us all sit nice and close. You'll never guess who was in my class though..."

As I said the words, Becca arose quickly and leaned over me to reach the bedside table. As she dangled her glorious tits in my face, I grabbed one with my non-phone hand and weighed its heft in my palm. My cock was rock hard and having them in my face was certainly helping it maintain its tumescence. As I listened to Erin saying goodbye to somebody on the other end of the line, Becca began rummaging through my bedside table drawer for what I could not figure.

"I have no idea, tell me."

"Well, you know her pretty well, almost like a sister."

"Is Jackie in your class? She didn't mention it to me," Erin referred to her friend from her campus job. They spent almost all their spare time together during the school year.

"Nope, even more sisterly than Jackie."

"Well, I'm out of ideas then."

"It was Becca! She was already there when I got in."

"NO WAY! She didn't tell me she was taking a class on campus! That's awesome!"

"Yeah, she had to jet, but she said to say hi," as I said the words, Becca found what she was looking for, slid the drawer shut, looked at me and mouthed the word 'hi' and waved in my direction.

"Well, if you see her, tell her I said hi back," I finished the joke by waving in her direction as well.

"Will do."

"She told me she was seeing someone this semester and she was planning on spending more time with him, I wonder who the mystery guy is."

"She hadn't mentioned it."

The penny dropped shortly after Erin said that and Becca looked sheepishly at me while she rolled back toward me. Again positioning my arm underneath her, I looked down and saw that she was squirting a healthy amount of Erin's lube into her hand. Still resting her head against my shoulder she reached behind her with one hand out of view and looked away from me while she applied it. My excitement at this prospect finally hit home and I couldn't wait to see what Becca would do next. Erin continued talking, but I only heard every third word while I watched Becca work.

"Hopefully we'll get to see her at her school soon too, that would be an awesome time. Maybe she could actually show us around a little."

"Sounds fun. Listen I gotta go, I'm heading out in a minute to track down the books for that art class. I'll talk to you later."

"All right, have a good night. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

While the irony of that statement rang in my head, I hung up the phone, put it onto the bedside table and resumed watching Becca get herself ready.

"So, how is my sister?"

"Do we have to talk about that now? Can't I just have fun with YOU and not concern myself with what comes next?"

"No need to be snippy, I was just finishing up."

Becca reached over and put the bottle of lube on the bedside table. After that, she turned her back to me and craned her neck around so she could talk to me.

"I wanna try something a little more intimate. Will you fuck me just like this? I want to feel your arms around me while we do it."

I propped myself up on one arm and looked down at Becca. She looked stunning. Curves in all the right places, her hip bone jutting out while she laid on her side and her back arched so the soft cushion of her ass fit perfectly against my waist and the tops of my thighs. We looked like two puzzle pieces from where I lay. I had to admit to myself, this was a pretty divine experience and it made me feel closer to Becca than I had previously.

"I can't see why not," I whispered into her ear while I nibbled on her earlobe.

With that, Becca reached behind her and grabbed my cock. Angling it upward towards my chest, she slid down just enough so that it lined up comfortably with her backside. I had assumed she would be slipping it into her tight pussy, but when she finally placed it where she intended it was an altogether different sensation than I had anticipated. Rather than the soft and yielding flesh of her vagina, I felt the rigid and taut opening of her ass instead. Chiding myself for not piecing together what that lube was for, it was nevertheless a pleasant surprise and one that saw my anticipation rise even further. Finding purchase at last, I thrust gently into her and felt every last inch as I slid slowly and carefully deeper. When I felt her ass wrapped around base of my cock I stopped and let her adjust to the size a bit. She reached her arm back and placed her hand against my hip and braced it to prevent my trying to go any further. She pushed back on my hip firmly, but the strength of her resistance faded as she grew acclimated to my girth.

The occasional sharp intake of breath bespoke her level of comfort with the proceedings, but the gasps became fewer and further between as I increased the pace very gradually. Once I had a good pace going, she started to force her hips back towards me to meet my stroke and then removed her hand from my hip. I reached down with my free hand and slid it along the curve of her hip until I reached her ass and grabbed a handful. I pried her cheeks apart with my fingers while I slowly slipped in and out of her clutching hole and then reached around her and started idly toying with her clit. Her breathing again came in fits and starts as she increasingly enjoyed our more delicate lovemaking.

Becca turned her head toward me again and whispered "I'm not going to able to finish like this, I need you to fuck me."

I started teasing her by withdrawing myself slowly and then slamming into her ass with more force than she was counting on. I did this a number of times and then settled into a more even pace where every thrust jolted her so hard I could watch her tits shift and sway when my hips hit hers. I grabbed her throat and began to delicately massage it while she moaned away. When I applied a little pressure she drew a sharp breath and began chanting as if to herself.

"Harder, harder, grab me. Make me fucking scream."

Thrusting more and more rapidly, I knew I could not last much longer. My cock was beginning to ache I needed to cum so badly and I could feel it swell even more as I neared my peak. I grabbed her throat even harder while she struggled to draw breath. What started as an intimate spooning had evolved into something far more intense and wonderful. She began slapping my hipbone with her arm and imploring me to fuck her even harder. I didn't think I had it in me, but I put everything I had into fucking her faster and harder while I transitioned my grip on her throat into more of a two-armed hug. I wrapped both my forearms around her neck and used them to hold her steady while I fucked her ever faster. Once I reached the point of no return, I felt her grab my hip and watched her clutch the bed sheet so tightly her knuckles turned white. I came then and spasmed powerfully while I shot eight or nine thick jets of cum into her almost unbearably tight asshole.

We both lay there for a moment while I tried to collect myself. I let go of her throat with my forearms and disentangled myself gracelessly. My arousal faded somewhat more quickly than normal (a phenomenon I chalked up to be so fully satisfied) and my cock slid from her ass lazily. I asked her if she wouldn't mind rolling over a little so I could get my arms free and get up, but I got no response. I shook her lightly and watched as she rolled over very very slowly.

She rolled over to face me and I saw a look of astonishment rather than post-coital glow. Her mouth was agape and her eyes were wide open just before she coughed and spluttered.

"Are you okay?" I tried to sound pleased with myself, but some concern crept in.

"Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. You fucked me so hard I passed out."

"I think that might've had more to do with my arms around your neck."

"I don't care what did it, let's just do it again."

She got up gingerly and reached down to grab my dick again. I shifted uncomfortably and told her now was not the time, that I needed a moment to get my bearings. She threw herself at me and began kissing me deeply and desperately. There was a great haste in her movements that I wasn't accustomed to and I wanted her to slow down a little. As we embraced, she pushed me down and climbed on top of me. Once in position, she reached down between her legs and grabbed me again. Just as she arched forward to start stroking my cock unimpeded, a knock came at the door.

"Hey Bastian, is that chick still here?" Dan again opened the door and started to walk in without hesitation.

In one fluid motion, I threw Becca off of me and slid myself down toward the end of the bed so I could kick the door shut. I may have kicked it a little too hard because Dan started shouting in pain just after the door finally closed all the way. I started yelling that I was coming out, and to just give me a minute.

"What the fuck?! You could've just said not to come in!" Dan's anger level was now catching up to his pain level as evidenced by the edge in his voice.

I threw on my pants and shirt quickly and opened the door to find Dan in a heap at the bottom of my doorframe. He was bleeding freely from his nose, and I offered my hand to help him up. He took my hand and hoisted himself up with it. Once on his feet, he put his fingers to his nose and inspected them to find that he was indeed bleeding.

"Why the fuck did you do that? You might've broken my nose!"

Silently agreeing with him, I put my arm around his shoulder and guided him toward the bathroom, apologizing profusely the whole way. I was actually a little pleased that it was his nose because the bleeding would probably prevent him from getting a whiff of the ghastly smell on my hands. I grabbed one of my hand towels and gave it to him to prevent the blood running from his nose getting on the floor. I again apologized and backed out of the bathroom while he cleaned up. I slunk down the hall to my door, took a deep breath, and stepped through the threshold. As I closed the door behind me I saw that Becca was gone along with all her things, all that remained was the bottle of lube on the nightstand.

I made my bed back up and put the lube away in its place. Just as I shut the drawer to the night table, my phone buzzed with a text message.

- ive never been fucked like that :) -

- You're young yet, plenty of time for that later. -

- you have no idea -

- I could argue with you on that one. -

- whatre you up to next weds? ;) -

- I'll let you pick. -

I hit the sleep button on the phone and tossed it face down onto the bed. I was beat. I mean totally exhausted. I grabbed my bag from class and threw everything into my closet while I pondered what to do about supper. I let my mind wander and reminded myself that someone was going to get hurt sooner or later, and the longer the situation went on like this the more it was going to hurt. I didn't wish that on anyone, but I knew better than to think that there wouldn't be consequences for everyone involved. I said 'fuck dinner' to myself, climbed gingerly into bed and dozed off happy, sore, and satisfied.

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Dec 2, 2017 in blowjob

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