Over the next few weeks, any time I was hanging out with Sharon, she tried to get me in a couple of fights, including one at the gym where I worked and one at a party at her boyfriend's house. She'd tried to get me in a big fight with her boyfriend, but the funny thing was, none of her scheming ever amounted to any fighting. That's actually how I'd met her boyfriend. She even sent him to the gym I worked in and tried to get something else started in there.
Sharon had a close friend, named Rickie (a girl), that she would hang out with a lot. Rickie started hanging out in the gym a lot when I was there and Sharon wasn't and Rickie started talking a lot about how Sharon was and had always been just trying to use me to get Sharon's boyfriend jealous, which made sense because she always had me meeting her somewhere only to have her boyfriend show up at some time while I was with her.
Rickie also informed me that Sharon had more guys on the side than just her boyfriend and me and told me that on more than one occasion when Sharon was with me, she'd gotten a call from her boyfriend and had told me a lie about why she had to leave so she could go and see him.
I didn't really need Rickie to tell me what was going on behind the scenes. I had already had a good idea that Sharon was using me and her boyfriend against one another. Some of the signs were so obvious, they were laughable.
Most of this was fine with me. I wasn't really attached to Sharon at all, and if it was just a relationship for sex, I was fine with that. I guess I was bothered most by her immature and selfish reasons for trying to get guys to fight over her and something within me made me irked over the way she tried to use and manipulate people for her own gain. I was also irritated that she chose to lie so much.
I suppose I should have just left her alone and not seen her again. I enjoyed the first sexual encounter we'd had and wanted to get with her again. When Sharon came over to my place again, I offered to give her a massage on my bedroom floor. She immediately agreed, kicked off her shoes, and spread out on her stomach on a blanket I'd laid out in the middle of the floor.
She put her arms up over her head and turned it to one side. I straddled her back and started to massage her shoulders over her shirt. At that point, I wondered if she realized I was just doing this to get my hands on her. I have to admit, to me, the massage was just foreplay. I wasn't as interested in massaging her as I was in fucking her.
I massaged her shoulders firmly with the palms of my hands and my thumbs. "That feels good," she moaned.
I started to work my way down her back a bit until I came to her bra strap, which made me grin. She really didn't have a need for a bra, except maybe to hide her nipples, but as conservative as she was, she wore one anyway. Don't get me wrong, I like breasts, even small breasts. In fact, I find small breasts as sexy and sometimes sexier than the larger ones.
I continued to work my way down until my hands found her waist. When I got to her waist, I pushed her shirt up some. Meeting no resistance, I slid the shirt up all the way to her shoulders, then, starting at her waist and working my way up, I massaged her back until I came to the bra strap. When my hands came into contact with the strap, I slid my hands in and unsnapped it.
"Hey, don't get any ideas," she warned. "This isn't that kind of massage."
"Yeah, okay," I pushed the bra strap up and away from her back.
"I mean it," she said.
When I finished with her back, I moved my hands down to her butt, which was covered with her jeans. Massaging her ass through her jeans was next to impossible, so I reached around her waist with both hands and unbuttoned her pants.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I can't massage your ass with these jeans here." I responded.
"Okay, but just the pants. The panties stay up, okay?"
I didn't respond. Instead, I worked the zipper down, then lifted her hips off the blanket, hooked my hands inside the waist of her pants on both sides, and slid her jeans down to her knees. Her panties stayed in place, for now.
She wore a pair of plain, cotton panties with little butterflies on them. I massaged her ass, pushing the waistband of the panties down a little bit to get the top of the crack of her ass, then pushed the panties up, almost giving her a wedgie, so I could massage each ass cheek.
"This isn't working," I grumbled, slipping my hands into her panties and yanking them down to her knees along with her jeans.
"Hey," she protested. "I said they stay UP!"
"You say a lot of things. Unfortunately, I don't pay attention to very many of them," I positioned myself over her again.
"I've noticed," she mumbled.
"What? I wasn't listening..."
I started massaging one leg, beginning at the knee and working my way up. With one hand on each side of her leg, my hands slithered up her leg and onto her thighs until one hand was between her legs, nearly touching her pussy.
I could feel the warm moisture coming from her pussy. She was already hot. I pretended not to notice. She flinched and stiffened in anticipation of me touching her pussy, but I denied her the pleasure and worked my hands back down her leg to her knee again, then moved my hands to her other leg, repeating the process and bringing my hand so close to her pussy that I could just barely feel her pubic hairs brushing against my hand. I let my hand linger there for a minute. She wiggled beneath my touch, trying to secretly scoot her pussy onto my hand as if by accident, but I denied her the pleasure again.
I moved both my hands onto her bare ass. In the guise of massaging her bare ass, I used both hands to push her ass cheeks apart so I could see her asshole. I'm sure she didn't know what I could see from that angle or what my intentions were. What I was treated to a beautiful site. With her ass spread open the way I had it, I could see her perfectly puckered little asshole and her swollen pussy lips.
My cock stiffened in my shorts. I ran one hand down each leg along the outside of her legs, then reversed direction and ran one hand up each leg on the inside. I did this a few times, getting closer and closer to her pussy each time I did. She seemed to be getting excited. Each time I got close to her pussy, Sharon would flinch or shiver a little.
I knew I'd held her in anticipation for long enough, so I slid my hands up the insides of each thigh nice and slowly. This time, my hand came to rest on her pussy. It was swollen and wet.
"You're wet," I announced. "This is turning you on."
"No, it isn't," she protested.
"Then explain this," I challenged, running my fingers along the outside of her slick pussy, then wiping her juice on her face beneath her nose and across her lips.
"Asshole!" Raising up on her elbows, she tried to roll over, so I helped her by flipping her onto her back and pinning her arms in her shirt above her head.
Sharon appeared to have calmed down, "What did you do that for?" she asked in a much nicer tone. Maybe flipping her over like that had surprised her.
"I did it because you lied," I turned the blame back on to her. She'd lied about things far more obvious and far more worthwhile to start an argument. I looked down at her naked pussy before she squeezed her legs shut.
"You should shave that," I suggested, talking about the landing strip she had for pubic hair.
"Let me go. My hands are trapped."
I gripped her shirt above her head and tugged the shirt the rest of the way off of her, then tossed it and the bra onto the floor, leaned down, and started kissing her. She resisted, turning her head away, but I wouldn't let her. I grabbed her chin and held it still, then pressed my mouth against hers. She kept her mouth shut and held her breath.
"I can taste your pussy on your face," I told her, then pressed my mouth to hers again. She slowly parted her lips, then started kissing me back. Her tongue licked at my mouth, like she wanted to taste herself on my lips now.
As we kissed, I put my foot in the crotch of her panties and jeans and used my foot to push them the rest of the way off of her.
I rolled off of her, stripped my shorts off, then climbed back on top of her, pressing my cock between her legs, which she held together tightly again. I pushed my legs together between hers and used my strength to part her legs enough to fit my legs between hers. My cock was pressed firmly against her pussy.
"What do you think you're doing?" Sharon asked, trying to push me away. I grabbed both of her hand hands and pinned them to the floor beside her head. I leaned forward to kiss her again, but she turned her head away this time. My mouth found her neck instead. I thought about nibbling at her ear, but decided to bite her on the neck instead. I took little bites up and down her neck, then took my cock and slid it up and down along the outside of her wet pussy.
"Ugh!" She groaned, wriggling under me, trying to keep her slick pussy away from my probing cock.
Sharon stopped trying to press her legs back together and opened them widely, wrapping her legs around my waist and locking her ankles behind my back.
After rubbing up and down her pussy, my cock was slick and slippery with her juices. I probed at her outer lips, then entered her. This time, it was much easier than the last time we'd gotten together. Though it was still tight, her slick pussy accepted my cock with little resistance this time. My cock felt good sliding in and out of her slick pussy. It felt so good, I didn't want to ruin my enjoyment prematurely by cumming too fast, so I took long, deliberate strokes all the way in and all the way back out, leaving just the head of my cock in her before pumping back into her.
I must have been being too gentle with her. Sharon looked up at me and said, "I like getting it rough. The rougher the better," but the way she said it sounded like she was complaining that I wasn't delivering a good enough performance for her. To be honest, I was a little pissed off that she had the nerve to say that.
"You think you like it rough?" I asked her.
