NOTE: This is a work of fantasy containing elements of cheating and unprotected sex. Do not do these things in real life, folks.
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"I don't understand why they can't just have a party somewhere inside."
"Don't be boring. It's a beautiful night out."
Mona was right. It was the summer before our freshman year of college, and the weather in Northern California was beautiful. Dry, hot days and cool, crisp nights, perfect for a bonfire.
"I thought bonfires were a relic of high school," I said. I was lying on Mona's bed, flicking through my phone, when Mona came back into her room.
"I think you need an attitude adjustment."
Seeing her was attitude adjustment enough. My girlfriend of about two years (we'd started dating junior year) was completely naked. She was beautiful, tall with curves hardened from years of playing sports, and her large, firm breasts stood out perfectly from her chest. They were capped by puffy pink nipples, and though I'd heard people ask more than once whether they were fake, a look at them up close revealed nothing but natural bounce.
As she approached me, my eyes traveled down her stomach, toned from regular exercise, to the patch of dark pubic hair above her full pussy lips.
"My eyes are up here, you know," she said with a smile, climbing onto the bed over me.
She had big brown eyes and freckles dotting her face, as well as wavy, dark hair.
As she pressed her body to mine, kissing me, she felt my erection through my boxers.
"Looking for a bit of a pre-game yourself?" She felt my cock through my pants. Crawling back down the bed, she unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, along with my boxers. My cock sprang out, sticking straight up in the air.
Mona didn't hesitate, opening her full lips and engulfing my cock in her mouth. Her tongue encircled my tip, and I let out a sigh of pleasure. We'd lost our virginities to each other, so neither of us had been very experienced, but she was a quick study and her blowjob technique was incredible. She brought her mouth up and down on my cock, a perfect tight seal around me. I reached down to feel her breasts, which swung back and forth as she repeatedly buried my cock in her mouth. My cock grew, throbbing, between her lips.
If I'm honest, I preferred it when Mona sucked my cock. Sex with her was incredible, but she preferred I wear a condom. I completely understood, but I had fantasies of letting go and coming inside her bare pussy, so in times like these I had to settle for...
"Fuck, I'm coming," I moaned. Mona kept doing what she was doing, that tight seal of her lips bringing me quickly to orgasm. "Can I cum in your mouth?" She hummed her assent, not stopping.
I looked down at her, red lips on a freckled face, her eyes closed. God, I loved filling that mouth. Closing my eyes, I focused on the sensation of her wet mouth and tongue on my cock, until my orgasm hit hard. I looked down to watch my cock jerk and spasm, shooting cum hard into Mona's mouth. She kept sucking, working every spurt out of me and into her waiting mouth, until I could cum no longer. She paused, my cock in her mouth, and tried to swallow it all, unsuccessfully. A dribble came out and dripped back down my cock as she lifted off me. She quickly licked my cock clean.
Mona looked up at me, a small drop of cum on her bottom lip. She smiled, getting the last of it with her tongue.
"NOW are you excited for the bonfire?"
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The bonfire was down by a pond, far enough away from town that there would be no one to shut us down. In a clearing, a makeshift party had been set up: beer pong tables, a folding table stacked with cheap liquor, and a crackling fire. Standing by the fire, drinking from a red solo cup and being talked at by a couple guys, was a slender woman with honey-gold hair who I recognized as Cassia.
Cassia was Mona's best friend, a sweet, quiet girl who'd moved here from Vermont a few years back. She spotted us, and her face light up. She, like Mona, had a light dusting of freckles on her fair skin, which went well with her hippie look. Tonight she wore a choker and a crop top with a floral print on it, which, I noticed with a slight twinge, accentuated her smaller breasts beautifully. Clearly the top wasn't conducive to a bra, because her nipples pushed through the fabric in the cool night air. I looked away, scolding myself. Cassia was Mona's best friend, and though I had always thought she was stunningly beautiful in a wood nymph kind of way, I loved Mona and was content to admire Cassia only in stolen glances.
"Thank god you're here," Cassia said, hugging us. "I was worried I'd have to make other friends."
"I'm not sure that would be a problem," Mona said. "Looks like a good amount of guys trying to talk to you around the fire."
Cassia scrunched her face up in mock distaste. "Not interested," she said, and I could have sworn she looked at me while she said it.
"You're gonna have to date at some point," Mona said. It was something she'd talked to me about before, this beautiful friend of hers who didn't seem to want to return anyone's advances. We'd tried setting her up with some of my friends, but she'd always shot them down.
Cassia shrugged. "Let's focus on the task at hand, okay?" She raised her cup and finished the last of her drink. "Getting completely tanked."
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The drinking part wasn't difficult. We took shots together, matched each other drink for drink, and Mona and Cassia played beer pong together, losing at an almost inhuman speed. As they came back up to me from the beer pong table, I was struck by how beautiful they both were -- Mona dark and tall and curvy, Cassia fair and small and slender. Clearly the alcohol was having an effect on me.
"Look, those two heading off into the woods for a bit of fun." Cassia grinned and pointed at the retreating figure of two people who had been in our class.
"Hope they brought protection," Mona said.
"For their sake, I hope not," Cassia said. Mona shot her a surprised look, but Cassia shrugged. "I just mean it's gonna feel so much fucking better for them if they're not using a condom. At least, that's been my experience."
"Your experience?! I thought you said you didn't have any."
"Just a couple times, a guy last summer." Cassia took a sip of her drink. She looked beautiful in the dim firelight, and I thought I saw her blush. "Unprotected was always better. The feeling of having someone cum inside you is just... amazing."
I'd never heard shy, sweet Cassia say something that explicit, and nearly choked on my drink. I was instantly hard, and very grateful for the darkness of an outdoor party, where no one would notice.
"Wow, Cassia," Mona said. "That's a lot of detail."
"Sorry," she said, shrugging. "But it's true. Sure, there's risks, but it feels more like the real deal. Have -- have you guys ever done it raw?"
I was too distracted by the mental image of Cassia on her back, legs spread, pussy open and dripping with cum, to answer. Mona did for me.
"I mean... no. We haven't."
Before I could think of what the hell to contribute to this conversation, a friend of mine waved me over for a beer pong game. I went over to him, glad for a reason to leave the conversation.
At the beer pong table, I looked over at Cassia and Mona. Cassia was whispering something in Mona's ear. Mona raised her eyebrows, as if considering something, and Cassia looked directly at me. We held each other's gaze for a beat too long, before I looked away.
That image of Cassia having unprotected sex, I knew, would be burned into my mind for a long time.
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By the time we got to Mona's house, we were all feeling the effects of hours upon hours of drinking. Though I had thought we matched each other drink for drink, Cassia wasn't as drunk as we were. Cassia was a petite woman, but she could clearly hold her liquor.
"Don't walk all the way back to your house," Mona said to Cassia, her words a little slanted from the alcohol. "You can sleep here."
"I don't want to third wheel any more than I have to," Cassia said.
"No, you're welcome to stay," I said. "It'd be nice to have you."
