See? I told you this part would be out by the end of August. This one is a bit more...involved in terms of getting down to the actual sex. Still just m/f, but luckily I've thrown in some masturbation, voyeurism, shower fun and butt-stuff, so enjoy that. Of course all fiction depicted here is just that. If this resembles you or anyone you know, that's purely coincidental. Same goes for part 2.
I'm thinking of making a bonus part where we see Suzie's day at work. If you're interested, sound off in the comments below! Any other comments or criticism are welcome too, but play nice. Stay frosty.
SoftlyPressingOnward
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Once, I was a 20-year-old man. I found myself standing next to a familiar kitchen table, feeling increasingly distressed. My best friend's mother and father were at either side of the table, and at the head of it was their daughter, Suzie.
Suzie, the same girl I had spent the most incredible night of my life with just a few hours earlier. Suzie, the girl who had given me the best sex I could ever dream of. Suzie, who was giving me a look that could only mean "Jack, why the hell are you still here!?"
That look would have been my primary concern if not for her father smiling and shaking his head at his breakfast. He'd just referred to me as Casanova, and was very entertained but his own little joke. It was clear by his demeanor that he knew something. Though after the shock had settled, I couldn't help but wonder why he'd be in any way happy about what his daughter and I had done. "Don't look so surprised, kid," he pointed to his neck, "I just noticed some vixen left her mark on you." All at once I was horrified and relieved.
"James! Leave him alone, it's none of our business," she reprimanded, as she shot me a look of intrigue. Maybe she didn't know I had it in me. Maybe she had noticed Suzie's pupils shrink, a result of her recalling marking her prize while I was sleeping. Maybe she wasn't staring at my neck at all...
"Ha ha...no," I was blushing, "I just have a pretty bad rash from some sunscreen I was trying." I remain to this day a poor liar, and that lie was particularly weak, but all that mattered was getting out of there. I darted up the stairs and when I got to Suzie's room, I spotted my phone with a notification for a new email. It was from Suzie.
My eyes went wide as I opened a picture on my phone to reveal a shot of Suzie, dressed in half of her uniform, bottomless, sitting on the side of the tub. Her fingers were pulling her lower lips apart with her legs spread wide open. A full frontal view of her pink, wet, pussy was on display.
I held the phone tightly in my hands, the world around me fading. On closer inspection, she was still leaking a bit of my cum from that morning's escapades. The green of her shirt contrasted the pink in the center of the image so perfectly, that my eye couldn't quite focus on anything else.
I sat and admired this unexpected gift, but my appreciation was cut short by a fresh text from the same number, telling me to come downstairs so she could get me out of there.
I ran down the stairs, preparing myself to suffer through some minutes of breakfast with two people whom I could not look in the eye. Suzie suddenly got up and said "Jack, could you walk me to work, I'll be bored if I walk by myself."
I had to forcibly remove the smile of relief from my face as I nodded, trying not to seem too eager. I promised to grab breakfast there another time. Suzie and I were finally out the door.
Once we were a suitable distance from her house, Suzie stopped walking and started laughing. I nervously chuckled and realized how ridiculous this whole thing had been. I started to have a good laugh too but stopped when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me.
"Jack, I had a great time last night, and I hope it's obvious that I really like you" she said to my chest. My heart was pounding again. Hugging her close, I wanted to remove any doubt that she might have had about my intentions.
"I meant everything that I said last night. You really are beautiful and I like almost everything about you."
"Almost?" she asked, the reservation clear in her voice.
"Mike and I are more like brothers than friends, I can't do this to him" I told her, wanting to seem earnest, but still make clear how disappointed that made me. My eyes were shut because I could not stand to see her beautiful, sad, puppy-dog eyes.
Suzie took a deep, slow breath. She let go of me and took a step back.
"No" she stated, resolute.
