This entry marks my 20th submission to Literotica. I am grateful for the support of all the readers who have chosen my stories to enjoy. Please keep the feedback coming! I look forward to my next piece, which will be a bit longer, but hopefully just as intriguing as my body of work thus far!
--Dani
All characters are fictional and over the age of 18. These events are intended to portray a sexual fantasy while intentionally not addressing the potential real life consequences and morality of such interactions.
We kissed before I left, and I promised her that I would get her back to her room when I returned.
I was about halfway through my work ceremony when I got a text from Avery:
"Jenna is bringing Dylan back to our room tonight. Can I stay in your suite?"
I replied, "Of course you can sleep in my room, Aves!"
She replied, "Sleep? Fuck that! I have plans for you...."
This might just be the best work trip ever....
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I didn't know how to respond to Avery's last text, so I didn't. I just relived each delicious moment we shared in my hotel suite just before I left for what ended up being the longest awards ceremony ever. As district managers from seemingly everywhere in the country presented their plaques, made speeches filled with clichés and corporate lexicons, and floated lame and sometimes cringy jokes, I shifted in my chair, the events of the day playing in my mind.
Sluggish minutes became nearly stagnant hours. My mind returned to Avery again and again as the evening crawled. I returned to the moment where I saw her differently for the first time, massaging her spasming calf, my hands adoring the unworldly smoothness of her skin and the supple muscle underneath.
Then later, in my room, the moment when our eyes locked...followed by our lips....the primal need in her expressive blue eyes...her taste...her skin against mine..her moans as I found her center...the way she came around me...her deepest recesses drawing me in and draining me...the look on her face as her orgasm ebbed...the way she laid in my arms.
I shifted again in my seat, my cock twitching while each memory spun like a carousel in my mind. I realized I couldn't stay in this dreadful banquet room a moment longer. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It was a text from Avery.
"Heads up. Jenna is hanging out with me in your suite. Apparently things did not go well with Dylan. He turned out to be a douche canoe."
I wasn't familiar with the particular term "douche canoe," but I was picking up what she was putting down, so to speak.
Avery continued, "So we are just here hanging out in your room on our phones."
The anticipation of my return to my room--to Avery--instantly vanished at the thought of the two 18 year-olds scrolling through their phones in my room.
Another text came through from Avery.
"By the way, I told her. I told her what happened before you left for your work thing."
I couldn't believe that words I read. My stomach sank to the basement as I quickly answered, "Told her WHAT??" I closed my eyes and waited for her reply like I was waiting for biopsy results.
"I'm fucking around! Of course I didn't tell her, Mr. B!"
Relief washed over me like a warm, soft wave.
Thank goodness.
"I didn't have to tell her. She knew. She came right out and told me, 'You're glowing--like you just got fucked.' So much for my poker face."
All at once, my warm wave of relief was pummeled by a tsunami of shock.
My fingers felt numb as I tried to type a reply. If Jenna knew that I fucked Avery, the entire cheer team--and possibly even the coaches--might know as well. My heart rocketed to my throat, the gravity of the situation erupting in me as my co-workers stood next to me to receive their sales award.
"You alright, Mr. B?" Avery texted.
I didn't know whether to call or text her. I figured I would yell if I called, which would draw attention, so I texted back.
"So Jenna knows?????"
"Yeah. There was no hiding it from her. I'm sorry, Mr. B."
"Avery, PLEASE SAY YOU ARE FUCKING WITH ME!"
Her response was immediate. "I'm not. But we're all good, Mr. B."
"Good, Avery?? How are we good? Your friend--who is Lexi's friend too--knows that we....you know...that we did IT. Can you imagine the consequences?"
"I'm nearly 19, Mr. B. It happens. Sex happens. It happened....and it was fucking awesome. Plus, there's a silver lining."
I was certain that there could be no silver lining in this situation. I fucked my daughter's best friend and now another 18 year-old knows I did.
I
was utterly fucked."
"Silver lining, Avery? WTF?" I hit send and nearly shattered the glass on my phone screen.
The ellipsis indicating that she was typing appeared and disappeared, then appeared again, then disappeared one last time before the next text came through.
"Jenna wants to fuck you," she texted.
I couldn't believe what I was reading. Things were completely out of control. I had to end this insanity.
"Avery, are you nuts??? I won't...I can't! This is lunacy!!!"
I had to sit down and catch my breath. This text exchange was exhausting. I turned my phone away so I couldn't see the screen. I felt a buzz and turned the phone over.
"You can, Troy. Fuck her."
Then a moment later: "Come up to your room. We'll be waiting."
"Troy! That's your crew!" A colleague sitting to my right jabbed my arm. I immediately stood and clapped as my team approached the stage, my phone falling from my lap to the floor. I immediately dropped to get it, banging my head into the chair in front of me as I reached for the carpet to collect my phone.
"You OK, buddy?'' he asked.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm good. Just proud of the team." I resumed my applause until the awards were distributed to each member of the team. After they returned to their seats, I gave them a collective thumbs up, pointed to my phone, and mouthed "family issue."
They all nodded and returned the thumbs up. I bolted from the ceremony and headed to the elevators.
On the elevator ride up to my floor, the absurdity of the situation inundated my brain. I had the audacity--and stupidity--of allowing myself to be seduced by someone less than half my age. Or did I seduce her? If I did, that's even worse! The events surrounding my encounter with Avery were now a blur.
I walked down the hall to my room with a plan: I would just let Avery and Jenna spend the night in my suite. It would be more comfortable for Avery and her injured ankle anyway. I would sleep in their room--alone. No more antics. Period. That was my plan.
As Mike Tyson once said, "Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the mouth." I was about to get punched in the mouth--twice.
I entered my hotel suite and before me were Avery and Jenna, sitting up in my bed and smiling. Jenna must have grabbed Avery's clothes from their room because she was no longer wearing the baggy sweats. Instead, she was wearing white athletic shorts and a white tank top. The outfit perfectly contrasted her tanned skin and the shorts revealed almost the entirety of her toned thighs as well as the very bottom of her ass. Her wavy dirty blond hair cascaded down over the gentle curves of her bare shoulders. My cock swelled at the mere site of her. That was the first punch in the mouth.
The second punch came from Jenna. She was lying in my bed wearing a short, sheer black dress. I could faintly make out her skin through the fabric, except over her breasts and pelvis. It was sleeveless with a boat neckline and a hem that fell just above the knee.
Jenna was one of the most dedicated cheerleaders on the squad. A former gymnast, she was about 5'2" with a muscular build. Though she wasn't as curvy as Avery, she was still singularly feminine in her compact frame. The swell of her small breasts filled out the front of the dress and created a shallow valley that disappeared under the bust of the dress. The length of the dress showed off her toned thighs and calves. She had straight black hair in a bob that went just above her shoulders, olive skin, and hazel eyes.
She crossed her legs on my bed and looked me square in the eyes.
"Dylan is an asshole," she announced.
"I heard, Jenna. Avery texted. Guys suck--not all guys--but most," I felt the need to explain the shortcomings of the male sex.