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Wild Riders Pt. 02

Kelly reached over and slapped at the snooze button on her alarm. On a normal morning, she'd wake up tired and cranky, wearing a scowl until her first cup of coffee. This morning a faint smile appeared on her face instead, as she recalled the dream she just had.

It had been almost two months since that unexpected and unforgettable night with the Broken Arrow gang, yet there were times -much like this morning- when it felt like only yesterday. She eventually lost count after the first couple of weeks, exactly how many of her dreams involved Lance. Some of them were brief and innocent encounters with him, something as simple as a beach picnic, or a motorcycle ride through a gorgeous stretch of tree laced highway. Others—the ones that she remembered and enjoyed the most—involved situations of a more explicit nature.

This morning's in particular was bound to be one to remember. It was short, but the feelings and emotions were so prominent, she actually convinced herself that she could smell his scent lingering as she played it over in her mind. The dream took place on the very bed in which she was now waking up. In it, she had just laid down for the night. Stripped to just her ivy white thongs, her small frame spread liberally on top of the covers. Not seconds after she closed her eyes, Kelly felt a slight brush against her upper right thigh. Thinking it was her cat, Mittens, she reached down to swipe him away, only to find she was touching a hand. Her body jumped and her eyes shot open in panic. Her terror quickly dissolved though, as she saw it was Lance, kneeling on the bed in front of her spread legs. A smile quickly formed on Kelly's face as her heart beat slowly steadied.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

Lance gave her his wide grin, the same one that turned her to mush every time she saw it. "I couldn't stay away from you. I had to see you."

"How do you know where I live? How'd you even get in?"

"That's not important right now, is it?" He brought his hand back to her thigh as he said this, running it slowly up and down her leg, giving her goose bumps.

"I've missed you," she found herself blurting out, unable to hide the truth from him.

"I've missed you too, baby," he said as he moved his hand to her left leg, continuing the up and down soft rubbing motion.

"You're all I think about." Kelly said. "Every day I remember what we did that night, the things we did."

"Me too, baby, me too." His hand moved up to her tanned stomach and began making slow circles around her navel. "That night was something special. You are something special."

Lance involved his other hand now, and moved them to her small but erect nipples. He gently squeezed with his thumb and finger, rolling them back and forth. Kelly arched her back as he did this. His hands left her tits and moved down to her panties, which he slowly pulled down her tan, seductive legs and flung to the ground. His blue eyes locked with hers as he leaned down and gently began licking her pussy, moving his tongue steadily up and down in between her swollen lips. Kelly let out a pleasurable sigh. She grabbed his head with the hand not covering her mouth, shoving him deeper into her thighs. That wonderfully familiar tingling began down below, telling her she was on the verge of orgasm. She was almost there, about to reach climax, when the alarm began buzzing.

Reliving her fantasy had gotten her wet again, and as she awoke, she caught herself rubbing through her panties, moving her index finger in a small, steady circle around her clit. She was about to move her finger inside of her underwear to get a little more intimate, when the alarm went off again. A groan escaped her as she reached over and slapped it again, this time knocking it off the night table.

"T.G.I. fucking F." Kelly muttered as she stumbled over to her closet and draped on the first set of clean clothes she could find. Once she got to her job as a dental assistant, the pale green scrubs would hide whatever she was wearing anyway, so spending anytime fretting over what to wear to work each day was futile. She was running behind by at least ten minutes so her teeth didn't quite get the usual thorough brushing and she had to skip the mouthwash altogether. Thank god for breath mints, she thought to herself as she grabbed her purse and keys and shot out the door to her Mustang.

Traffic was unusually on her side this morning, and she ended up being a few minutes early for her shift. As she made her way to the front door of the building, a bird whistle pinged her phone, informing her she had a new email. When she saw it was from Lance, she felt herself turning blush red. It had been at least a week, maybe more, since the two had corresponded. For the first month or so, not a day went by that they didn't keep in touch at least once. Occasionally it was a phone call, but mostly it was email or text, and usually involved a degree of salacious flirtation. Nevertheless, the last couple of weeks had seen it die down a bit, mostly on his end. The last couple of texts she had sent his way had gone unanswered, so she had forced herself over the past week to stop as well. It was stupid, she knew, and acting this way made her feel like an immature pupil with an unhealthy crush on teacher. Kelly had a strong stubborn side, however, which allowed her to remain silent thus far, no matter how difficult it was. When she saw he was the one to break the silence, she felt a twinge of relief laced with a feeling of victory and pride. This meant he was still there and thinking about her.

Kelly had a minute or two to spare before clocking in, so she stayed outside and opened up her email.

Kelly,

Sorry for being out of touch for so long, been busy with the usual bullshit life throws at you. Hope you're doing well. How's the job?

I wanted to let you know that the gang will be coming your way next weekend. The biker convention we usually attend in St. Louis was moved out to Flagstaff. It's gonna be a long ass ride for us, but it will be worth it. We plan to take Interstate-25 so we'll be heading right to you. If all goes to plan, we should be in Santa Fe next Saturday afternoon at the latest. Shane has a buddy from there who apparently has a nice house just outside of the city, so we're gonna spend the night there.

I know this is short notice, but Dawg just told me about it yesterday. I understand if you have plans and can't make it, but if you can make the time, it'd be really great to see you. It feels like it's been a lot longer than two months since we first met and since... that night! I think Curt said he was gonna get a hold of Monica and invite her as well, but you should invite her yourself either way.

Anyway, let me know as soon as you can if you're able to free some time to meet up with us. I'll send you the directions to the house either way. Hope to see you next weekend, and I apologize again for staying out of touch for so long.

Take care,

Lance

Kelly had to steady herself against the building wall as her mind began spinning in such a flurry that she couldn't see straight. A smile formed on her face despite the wooziness. She was going to see him again. Even when they were writing each other frequently, there was always a small but poignant voice in the back of her head convincing her that when all was said and done and the dust had settled, the fling they had was just that—a fling. With him in Missouri and her in New Mexico, it seemed only a matter of time until the correspondence slowed before stopping entirely.

Once her head stopped looping and she glanced at her watch, she saw that although she showed up early, she was now almost five minutes late. She wasn't fazed at all though, as her mind for the next several hours focused solely on Lance.

The minutes that morning trickled to seconds, and by the time her lunch rolled around, she was convinced she had worked a full forty hours in the span of four and a half. As soon as she turned her phone back on while lunching at the taco stand across the street, there was a text message waiting from Monica. CALL ME!! was all it said.

"Looks like someone else just got an invite," she mumbled to no one in particular as she hit the CALL button. The phone hadn't reached the second ring before Monica picked up and screamed into Kelly's ear.

"Oh my God, woman! You will never guess who I just heard from!"

"I'm pretty sure I could guess on my first try, I just heard from Lance this morning."

"So he told you about next weekend?" she asked, and before Kelly could respond, exclaimed, "They're gonna be here! We're gonna see them again!"

Monica probably had even more reason to be ecstatic about the news. Like Kelly, Monica and Curt had kept close contact for the first few weeks, but they began fading quickly after that, and seemed to reach a mutual conclusion that with so many miles between them, it wasn't going to work out long term. As recently as last Friday night, though, Monica got a little too tipsy off mint juleps and spilled to Kelly that she still had strong feelings for Curt, and wished they were still in touch. Now Curt was back on the scene, and Monica could not hide her excitement.

"Wait a minute, what makes you think I plan on going?" Kelly couldn't stop from smirking as she asked this.

"Oh, whatever, Kell! I know you've been thinking about Lance as much as I've been thinking about that big, strong man of mine!"

"Maybe, maybe." Kelly paused for a second to sort her thoughts. "It was quite the experience, but I'm not sure if I'm up for anything like that again. Kind of a one-time thing, you know?"

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Monica replied. "It was a fun night, but I wasn't able to walk right for at least a week after that. And if we only get to see them for one night, I'd like to spend as much of it as I can with just Curt."

"Yeah, spending some alone time with Lance sounds wonderful to me." A few seconds of silence fell between them, and without uttering a word, both knew that they were going to meet up with Broken Arrow next weekend.

"Well, looks like it's settled then Kell Bell. Looks like we're doing this."

"I'm down, but maybe we set some ground rules with the guys when we accept their invitations?" Kelly suggested.

"Yeah, like maybe we tell 'em we'd like to keep the sausage fest to one apiece."

Kelly laughed. "I don't think that's too much for us to ask, now is it?"

"Hell no, girl. And if they don't agree, well...fuck 'em."

***

As promised, there was an email from Lance waiting for her when she got off work, giving her the address to the house. When she went home and map quested it, she saw that it was indeed just on the outskirts of Santa Fe, a mere 25 minute drive, according to the directions. Kelly came close to texting him back several times that night to confirm she would be going, but she made a pact with Monica that they would wait until at least the following night to accept their respective invitations.

Kelly made it until shortly after four before her body simply would not allow her to live one more second without responding to the goddamned email. Although she felt a small twinge of guilt for giving in before the promised time, she was willing to bet good money that Monica had already responded to Curt, possibly as early as last night.

She tried her best to keep the email brief and to the point, taking care to keep it free of any anxiety or anticipation. Why yes, she did happen to have that particular evening free, as did Monica. Sure, she could meet up sometime Saturday night, but it might have to be later since she did have this one important thing planned in the afternoon. If there was anything she needed to bring along, she made it clear for him to let her know. At the end, almost as if an afterthought, she mentioned there wasn't much interest from her side regarding having another bout of fun with the entire gang. When she finished and sent it off, she had to ask herself whom she thought she was fooling. He knew, as well as she did, that there was still tension between them, long distance or not. They had made a strong connection that night.

Sleep did not come easy that night, or any night really, leading up to the weekend. The week went by much faster than she thought, probably because she experienced it in a distant haze. The thought of seeing him again, holding him again, having him inside of her again, was so fervent that everything seemed to exist in a surreal state. He responded to her email quickly, expressing how glad he was to hear she was going to make it, and that of course there was no intention of them having any more group fun. He made it clear that he wanted her to himself.

***

She did not see Monica at all that week, mostly due to Monica being swamped at her own job as a bartender at Dooley's, a dive bar in downtown Santa Fe. Nevertheless, when Friday evening came, Monica was knocking on her door, suitcase in one hand and a bottle of cheap wine in the other. They figured it best for her to crash at Kelly's for the night, and then head out from there the following night. Kelly had three bottles to match Monica's, and by the time all four were polished off, it was well past midnight and neither were quite able to walk, or even stand for that matter.

They spent Saturday afternoon shopping, eating, drinking, pretty much anything to pass the time until the evening arrived, all while nursing their respective hangovers. It was after six when they finally felt somewhat alive again, and they found themselves saddled up at a bar close to the Interstate, having some appetizers and trying to catch a new buzz before they made the trek, when Kelly got a text from Lance.

Hey Kelly. You two are still coming right?

Wow, was someone getting antsy?

Yeah, my afternoon plans finished early. Kelly responded. Should be there around 8. See you then.

Once they had filled up on chicken wings and mozzarella sticks and were certain they had a buzz to sustain them until they reached the house, they were off to another adventurous and unexpected weekend, although one they hoped would be on the tamer side.

As the Mustang pulled out of the bar's parking lot and onto I-25, Monica turned to Kelly, smiling widely. "Has it already been two months since we were in this car, driving to Wyatt Lake and screaming like two little school girls?"

"It's crazy, right? Sometimes it feels like yesterday, other times forever."

"I miss Curt. Well, Curt and his cock." Monica confessed. "That thing was big and it felt in-cre-di-ble!"

Kelly chuckled. "Yeah, Lance's isn't too shabby either. Is it weird that I remember his cock more than his face?"

"Ha!" Monica wailed. "Not sure how to answer that one sweetie!"

The drive was short and smooth, and before they had time to ask, "What the fucking hell are we doing?" they were pulling into the long driveway of the house occupied by a friend of Shane's. It was big and white, and sat by itself on at least four acres of Santa Fe desert. A long line of motorcycles laid out in front of the wide porch that wrapped around the front of the house, along with several cars.

"Looks like quite a gathering." Monica said as Kelly parked and cut the engine. "I get the feeling we won't be the only ladies this time around."

"Good thing we have our men claimed already then, yes?"

Almost as if on cue, two girls clad in what was supposed to pass as summer dresses came bounding out of the front door, screaming as if being chased by the devil himself. They shot down the stairs in front of Kelly and Monica, and ran off to the side of the yard, still screaming with arms flailing. Someone else crashed through the front door, and when the girls looked up, they saw it was Zack. He had a belligerent grin on his face, and armed with what looked to be a large water gun.

"Git back here!" He crooned, "I ain't through with you yet!" As he descended the stairs, he looked up and saw them, and his grin grew even bigger. "Holy Shit!" He yelled as he stopped his pursuit. "They said you was comin', but I thought they might be full of shit!" He dropped his water gun and ran up to them, giving them both a fierce embrace. "Good to see you, ladies," he said as he put his arms around both of them and led them up the porch. "Especially you." He winked as he looked at Kelly. A brief image of Zack sticking himself into her ass that night flashed before her, and an unexpected quiver ran through her body, leaving a pleasurable aftershock. For better or worse, here stood the man that took her anal virginity. A buzzed chuckle escaped him as he gave her a quick peck on her cheek. "Let's get you two inside. Lots of booze and fun to be had. I know the guys will love to see you."

The front door opened up to a spacious living room, and the girls saw that indeed, they were far from the only females invited to this shindig. Kelly counted seven of them in the living room alone.

"Kelly," a voice spoke from behind her. She turned to see Lance standing midway up the staircase, hand leaning on the railing, a look of happiness on his face. He was just as hot as she remembered.

"Lance, hey." She walked to the stairwell.

"It's really good to see you." Lance said, unable to unlock his gaze with Kelly. Eventually, his eyes left hers and fell on Monica as he descended the rest of the stairs. "And it's good to see you, too." he said as he brought her in for a hug.

"You too sweetie." She gave him a quick kiss on his cheek, and then glanced around her. "You wouldn't happen to know where Mr. Curt might be hiding, would you?"

"Not sure, but the last time I saw him he was out by the pool. Just head through the kitchen and you'll see the doors that'll take you right there."

"Thanks Lance, I'll leave you two alone and go look for the big lug." Monica gave Kelly a knowing wink as she headed into the kitchen.

***

As she entered the kitchen, she saw Dawg, Ike, and Shane. They were surrounded by another five girls, all who looked as if they were as young and new as spring grass. Are any of them even old enough to drink, for Christ's sake?

"Monica, baby!" Dawg shouted and stopped the blender he was coddling, making what looked to be margaritas. He ran up and picked her off the ground in a bear hug, spinning her around in a clumsy loop.

"Wow!" she said as he set her back down. "Good to see you too!"

Ike and Shane each gave her a hug, both much tamer than Dawg's.

"We will definitely catch up later, but I am on a mission to find Curt, and was told he might be somewhere near the pool."

"I think I saw him out there earlier, but that was a while ago." Ike said.

"Well, I'll go check it out. Chat with you guys again soon." She exited through the sliding glass door, and walked out onto a large wooden deck that circled a kidney shaped pool. Two more girls were out here, both swimming and splashing at each other. Monica was actually surprised there weren't more out here swimming. The sun might have set a few hours ago, but it was still very warm out. She searched left and right but found no sign of him. "Excuse me ladies, any of you see Curt around?"

"Is he the tall one?" One of them asked from the water.

"That's the one." Monica replied in an irritated tone.

The two girls began giggling. "Umm, I think he might be in there," the other said, pointing at a small pool house on the other side of the yard.

Monica's heart dropped as her mind quickly pieced everything together. She nearly sprinted to the pool house, prepping herself for what she knew she'd see when she opened the door. Faint but familiar moans were heard as she approached, making her heart race faster. She grabbed the handle, and took in a deep breath before swinging the door wide open. There, standing in the corner, was Curt. Curt and a girl. Curt and a slut. Both were completely naked, and she was kneeling on the ground in front of him, attacking his penis with her mouth as he stood in front of her. The door opening startled them, and both looked at her in shock.
"What the FUCK, Curt?!" Monica screamed.

"Holy Shit, Monica, I'm so sorry." he said as he scrambled for his clothes that lied crumpled on the floor next to him. The bimbo grabbed her clothes and headed out the door, making no eye contact and stepping lightly around Monica as she went.

"Was I invited here to see this shit? You tell me you want to see me, and that you want me all to yourself, but I come here to see you getting your fucking cock sucked by some cunt?" She grabbed a volleyball that sat on the chair next to her, throwing it violently at him. It landed squarely on the side of his head with a solid thud, but it did little to ease the anger she had inside.

"Monica, I didn't mean for it to happen. I've been drinking since noon, and this bitch has been on me all damn day. I never would have..."

"Oh, go fuck yourself, asshole! I hope she gave you some shitty disease and your ugly prick falls off!" She slammed the door closed, ignoring the chuckles from the pool girls as she bolted for the side fence. The last thing she wanted to do now was go back inside.

***

Once Monica left to search for Curt, Kelly and Lance stayed at the foot of the stairs and did some informal catching up. After a few minutes, Lance explained that he had been hanging out in one of the bedrooms upstairs, listening to music and drinking whiskey, and asked if she might want to join him. Kelly accepted and with that, they went upstairs. He took her to what looked to be the master bedroom, and closed the door.

"This is nice." She said as she looked around. "A lot bigger than mine, that's for sure."

Lance didn't respond, and before she could turn around, his body was pressed up behind her. She could feel his already hard cock rubbing firmly against her ass, and the lust switch turned on inside of her immediately. He began rubbing and caressing her breasts on top of her shirt, while kissing slowly at the nape of her neck. Kelly did not expect it to happen so fast, but she was very okay with it. Besides, that meant they could get a couple more sessions in before he was on his way. All of his neck kissing made her long to feel his lips, so she spun around swiftly and began kissing him with authority, both of their tongues darting about excitedly. Wanting to see his body again, she pulled his shirt off and began licking and sucking on his nipples, which brought on a low and satisfied moan from Lance. She began moving her kisses down his stomach, and slowly got on her knees. She pulled down his swim shorts in one quick motion, and began sucking on him passionately. It did look and taste the way she had remembered, and she found herself getting anxious to put it inside of her.

After sucking on his firm dick a little longer, she stood up again and they exchanged another long, wet kiss. Lance yanked her shirt off, and pulled her bra down enough to expose her right nipple, on which he joyously sucked. The feel of his wet tongue made her knees weak and she nearly stumbled. Lance took it as a sign she wanted to lay on the bed, so he nudged her onto it and soon was on top of her, kissing her on her mouth, neck, and everywhere in between.

"I want to taste you." He whispered into her ear. "I want to taste you so fucking bad."

With that, he slowly made his way down her body, leaving soft kisses on her breasts and stomach as he did so. He wasted no time once he got there, as she instantly felt his tongue licking tenaciously on her clit. She remembered her dream from last week again as he did this and her already giant smile grew larger. Seeming to remember the results from the first time, he entered his finger inside of her as he continued to lick. It felt just as good as she remembered the first time, and although it took a few minutes longer to come this time around, she screamed so loud when it happened, she was convinced everyone in or near the house could hear it.

Once her moans and body gyrations subsided, Lance met her face to face and gave her another long kiss. Kelly caught a faint taste of her pussy as she kissed him, and did not mind one bit. With little resistance due to her wetness, Lance slid inside of her and began pounding; her legs sprawled out on either side of him. Kelly couldn't keep her pleasurable whines quiet as he thrusted in and out in a steady rhythm.

"I want you to fuck me from behind." Kelly said in a sultry voice as she stared into his eyes.

A sly grin appeared on his face, a sudden change in his demeanor. "You want me to fuck you like a dog? Is that what you want?" he asked with fierce authority as he pulled out and spun her around. She stuck her ass up with willing anticipation as he grabbed her rigidly by the hips.

"Yes please!" she yelled in a pleading tone, as he slid in and began pumping her with determined force.

Kelly could feel his balls slapping up against her wet pussy as he furiously drove himself inside of her. She didn't really expect this rough side of Lance she was seeing, but she didn't mind either. After a few more pumps, he reached with his right hand and grabbed a tuft of her blonde hair. He slowly but steadily pulled on it as he kept invading her. The slight pain from her hair being pulled as she was getting fucked was a winning combination, and she came a second time, this one penetrating her senses more deeply than the first. It was at this moment she realized she had never had sex anywhere near this amazing. He was so hot, and so hard, and he felt so goddamned good.

After a few more minutes, Lance finally slowed his rhythm, and pulled his cock out of her. "I want you to get on top," he demanded, as he laid himself down on the bed, erect penis standing proud. "Get on me and bounce like a good little bitch."

Again, his aggressiveness impressed and aroused her, and she willingly complied. "You got it, boss." She straddled him and lowered herself onto his unit. It did not take long for her to find a nice bouncing tempo, and he eagerly rubbed at her tits as she did so.

They continued like this a while longer, and she was beginning to worry she might run out of steam from the bouncing when Lance stopped her. "I'm gonna come." he said, as she got off him. "I wanna come all over your face."

At this point, Kelly was so aroused and so satisfied that she would let him do just about anything to her. "You want to come on my fucking face? Is that what you want?" she asked as she began sticking her tongue out. "Do it. Come on my fucking face." She surprised herself as she said this, but was enjoying the role-playing that Lance had started.

Lance knelt next to her body as she laid against the headboard. He moaned and tilted his head back, signaling he was ready to explode. Kelly kept her tongue out, eagerly awaiting his load. His moans turned to shouts as he shot his cum in long spurts across her tongue and face. Kelly smiled as she felt the warmth cover her. When his shouts subsided, she gave his cock one more long suck to get out what cum was left.

Lance collapsed on the bed next to her, and seeing the load he had left on her, asked, "Can I get you a towel for that?"

Both of them shot into laughter, giddy and overjoyed by what they just experienced. "Please do. I can't quite open my left eye."

Lance grabbed a towel from the connecting bathroom and helped wipe off the sexy mess he had made.

"Drink?" he asked as they dressed next to the bed.

"God yes!" she exclaimed. "That made me pretty damn thirsty. But, it was also fucking incredible." She smacked his ass and kissed the back of his neck as she said this.

"Agreed." he said with a smile as he turned and handed her a highball glass a quarter full of whiskey. "That was hot as hell."

"I must say you're barbarism was quite a turn on, mister."

"What can I say? I guess you bring out the animal in me." He made a poor attempt at a lion's roar and gave her a quick bite on the nape of her neck.

Kelly let out a squeal. "Ha, you might want to work on that roar a little bit."

***

Monica spent the next hour wandering the land surrounding the house. She thanked the moon for being close to full, allowing her to see clearly enough as she navigated the landscape. She wished like hell she'd had her own car so she could have gotten the fuck out of dodge a long time ago. She was torn, even though she wanted to be anywhere but here, she knew Kelly was probably having a much better time with her man, and she hated the thought of breaking it up or cutting it short. Another half an hour, she said to herself. Thirty more minutes and then I'm going in there, getting Kelly, and fleeing this hellhole.

***

Lance turned on some music and they settled back in to the bed, content cuddling next to each other with drinks in hand. They didn't talk much; didn't need to. Both were in a state of bliss that they didn't want to be broken, so they laid propped up against the headboard next to each other, and listened to Pink Floyd singing about the Wall. It wasn't long until the sex, music, alcohol and sheer exhaustion caught up with them, and both fell asleep in each other's arms.

***

Monica couldn't wait the full thirty minutes, and found herself walking back to the house ten minutes shy of her goal. She planned on walking through the front door and asking the first person she saw to get Kelly. If that person happened to be Curt, so fucking be it. She ascended the porch steps and opened the door. Gauge and Brock were still in the living room, but only a couple of girls remained. As much as she meant not to, she took a brief glimpse in their direction as she passed through. Gauge was laying on the couch, while a young brunette drunkenly rode him. Her shirt was still on, but she was naked from the waist down. His eyes were shut, making it look as if he were passed out. Brock was on the rocking chair next to the couch, getting a blowjob from a red head. He too, looked as if he might be sleeping through the whole thing. As she approached the stairs, she saw Dawg coming down.

"Have you seen Kelly?" she asked curtly.

"Hey, we were wondering where you were. You know, Curt feels like shit for..."

"Dawg, I'm not mad at you, but I don't want to talk about it right now. Just please tell me where Kelly is so I can leave. Please."

"I believe she's up with Lance in the main bedroom, second door on the right."

"Thanks." Monica replied as she continued up the stairs.

She reached the door and gave it a quick couple of taps. Nothing. She knocked again, this time a little louder, and still nothing.

"Kelly?" she asked. When there was no reply, she turned the knob and peeked in. To the right, she saw the two of them laying on the bed, arms around each other and fast asleep. She crept inside, slowly closing the door behind her. Trying her best to be quiet, she stepped over to Kelly's side of the bed and gave her shoulder a small push. Her slight snoring turned to heavy breathing, but that was the only response she got. Monica saw the empty glass on the nightstand next to the bed and figured Kelly probably had one too many drinks tonight. Lucky girl, she thought as she watched her snuggled up next to Lance, right arm around his bare chest. This is what Monica was picturing she would be doing tonight with Curt, lying next to him in bed after an incredible bout of sex. A twinge of jealousy shot through her.

She found herself wishing again that she had her own car. She briefly considered taking Kelly's keys and leaving a note asking Lance to give her a ride home, but in the end, she knew it would be a bad move as a friend to leave her here by herself. It seemed she was stuck here for the rest of the night, or at least until Kelly was up and ready to go. The thought of going back out into the house and risking the possibility of running into that creep was unbearable, so she figured she would hole up in the room for the rest of the evening.

A half empty bottle of Makers Mark stood on the nightstand next to Lance's side of the bed, and Monica wasted no time in snatching it up. Might as well get tipsy if I'm gonna be stuck here. She cozied up in the chair on the opposite side of the room and began taking liberal gulps of whiskey. The warmth felt soothing as it made its way into her stomach, and it wasn't long until a foggy buzz developed in her head. She tried like mad to block out the scene she witnessed earlier, but it was futile. Her mind continuously replayed what went down in the pool house; that fucking pool house. How could he do this to her? He knew she was going to be there, he invited her for god's sake. Then to blame it on the alcohol and the relentless advances of that slut? As if he had no control over any of it. She took another long swallow from the bottle.

She glanced over and watched as the two of them continued to sleep away, so happy and so content. Kelly had since broke their embrace and was laying on her side facing the wall. Lance was on his back, the bed sheet barely covering his nakedness from the waist down. Monica observed his body as he slept; he really was a very attractive man. She had been so enamored with Curt the asshole, that she had never really paid much attention to Lance. He was built and quite handsome. An unexpected stirring started down below, and she had to fight it off. That is Kelly's man you're looking at, don't go there. She instinctively took another pull from the bottle, and realized she had just finished it off. Had she really just finished half of a fifth by herself? The increasing hum in her head told her that yes, she indeed had.

She stood up and had to grab the side of the chair to stop herself from tumbling to the ground. She staggered into the bathroom to relieve herself. When she came back out, she looked over again at the two of them, and she saw that the sheet covering Lance had shifted down a bit, exposing his unit. Try as she might, she couldn't take her eyes off it. His pubic hairs were shaved, and his dick was at least three inches in its flaccid state. The alcoholic murkiness that enveloped her brain continued to expand, clouding her thoughts and her judgment. She pictured herself putting his clean-shaven cock in her mouth, and it made her instantly wet. She staggered towards the bed, unable to stop herself. What the hell are you doing, bitch? This is Kelly's man. Just stop it. Her mind was saying no, but her body kept moving towards the bed, focusing on Lance and his exposed penis. Just a quick taste, that's all. A brief suck.

The whiskey allowed her to block out her conscience all together, and she found herself kneeling on the floor next to the bed. After a moment's hesitation, she put his soft penis in her mouth and began slowly sucking it. Lance shifted a bit, but didn't wake up. His penis, on the other hand, came to life and quickly began growing in her mouth. Her pussy responded as well, and she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, despite all the alcohol in her system. As she continued to suck, she moved her right hand inside of her shorts and underwear, and began rubbing her moist labia in circles with her middle finger. Quiet moans escaped Lance as she kept sucking his erect cock. "Oh, Kelly," he whispered, and his hand touched the back of her head, but he still didn't open his eyes. Monica now entered her middle finger inside of her as she nursed, embracing the wet stickiness as she banged herself, getting more turned on by the second.

Soon the sucking and the self-fingering wasn't enough, she wanted more. Monica stopped inhaling his cock, stood up and undressed. Lance moved his head and let out a groan, but still didn't wake. Monica got onto the bed on top of Lance and slipped his erection inside of her, before she could allow what was left of her conscience to come creeping back. He felt marvelous inside of her as she thrust her hips against his body. She caressed and played with her plump, soft tits as she heaved up and down, squeezing her dark nipples and making them fully erect. She managed to keep herself quiet for the first few minutes so as not to wake Kelly, but eventually the pleasure was too great, and she let out a short, but resounding shout. Lance's eyes shot open, and he and Kelly jerked awake simultaneously.

"What the fuck?" Lance yelled as he bucked Monica off him, sending her sprawling onto the floor with a thud.

It took Kelly a few seconds to break her drunken haze and let the scene before her sink in, but when it did, anger was all she saw and felt. "What in the HELL is going on here? Are you two really fucking, and right next to me?"

Lance was still gathering his bearings, a look of confusion on his face. "Monica? What the fuck are you doing in here?"

Monica continued to lay on the ground, drunk, naked, and now embarrassed. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she began sobbing uncontrollably. "I'm sorry," she wailed as she buried her face in her hands. "I found Curt with some fucking bimbo, then I came in here to find Kelly, and I saw Lance laying here, nearly naked..."

"So you decided to ruin my night as well by fucking my man? What a great friend you are!" Kelly shot up off the bed and quickly got dressed. "And you," she pointed her finger at Lance, "you let her do this? You let her jump on top of you and go to town? Was I not enough earlier?"

"Kelly, I was knocked out. I remember feeling someone on me but I swear I thought it was you!"

"That's bullshit and you know it!" Kelly slipped into her sandals and grabbed her purse.

Monica stopped sobbing and looked up at Kelly. "Please don't leave me here. I'm sorry, Kell, I am."

Kelly shot past her and opened the door. "I'm sure Lance here would love to give you a ride—whenever you guys are done fucking, that is!" With that, she slammed the door and headed down the stairs. Her cellphone told her it was after four in the morning, and she saw a few sleeping bodies scattered around the living room as she exited the front door.

The fury inside of her was maddening as she jumped into the Mustang. Kelly revved the engine a few times before backing up and peeling out of the driveway. She let out a mad scream and pounded her palm on the steering wheel. What just happened? Everything went so great last night. She had such a good time with Lance, so much that she thought she might be falling for him. Then, just like that, she had lost her best friend and what she thought was going to be her boyfriend. Tears rolled uncontrollably down her cheeks as she sped down the highway, putting as much distance between herself and the house as quickly as the car would allow.

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