Moving in
Part 2
Rachel stared down the barrel of the cock before her, her lust-drunk mind struggling to understand what was going on. Her body continued convulsing, the aftershocks of her orgasm sending lightning bolts from her pussy to her brainstem and back again.
It was a nice cock, she had to admit- girthy, but not comically so, with a thick, flared head dripping with pre-cum. It throbbed enticingly as it pointed, straight as an arrow, at Rachel's face.
She leaned forward a little, licking her lips, before she caught herself, pulling back and tearing her eyes away from the member, though not without a great deal of willpower. Trailing her gaze upwards, she appreciated a thin but muscular body, with toned abs and well-built biceps, his complexion smooth and creamy like an Earl Grey tea with lots of milk.
Arriving at a boyishly handsome face, Rachel recognized him instantly.
"Louis?" She exclaimed, the sound muffled by his hand, still held against her mouth.
He held up his free hand, motioning for Rachel to be silent.
"Come with me." He mouthed, motioning towards a nearby room, cautiously removing his hand from her mouth.
Taking a moment to recover her senses, Rachel could hear voices from below, seemingly unaware of their presence.
"Fuck my ass up Anika! Oh fuck yes!"
With a little shiver going through her body, Rachel made up her mind, crawling as quietly as she could into the room with Louis.
With the door safely shut behind them, Rachel let out a breath. Pushing herself up against a dresser, she noticed how wobbly her legs still felt, and how numb the tips of her toes were.
"What the hell?" Rachel gasped, her gaze constantly drifting downwards, eyeing the still hard cock, now pointing upwards, still directly at her face. She licked her lips again, finding them unusually dry. "What are you doing, and why are you naked?"
"For one, I'm trying to stop you from ruining Cass' fun, and for two, uhh, I could ask you the same."
Blushing, Rachel remembered that she was, in fact, totally nude. With a half-hearted attempt to hide herself, she countered, her voice quivering slightly. "I forgot my pyjamas... but I asked you first."
"Look, to tell the truth, I was doing the exact same thing you were. I... uhhh... like to watch my girlfriend with other people."
Rachel felt her pussy throb, and noticed the wetness smeared across her thighs. Right. She couldn't begrudge him... that. She was doing it too, it would be a case of the pot calling the kettle a hypocrite.
Relaxing her arms, unknowingly revealing herself to Louis, Rachel sighed.
"Fine. Why did it matter if we got caught then? If you're into it I mean."
"Oh, uhhhh, Cass doesn't exactly
know
that I know... I've never gotten around to, you know, telling her."
Rachel took a moment to absorb the information. She'd heard of this sort of thing before, knew there was a word for it but couldn't remember what it was.
"So you... aren't jealous?" She asked, moving over to sit on the bed, grabbing a pillow and putting it in her lap, an arm wrapped tightly around her breasts causing them to bulge upwards in an unintentionally erotic display.
"Oh fuck yes I am, but that only makes it hotter." He admitted, blushing heavily. With a slight grin, he continued. "But what about you? I might be a cuckold but you're clearly a voyeur!"
Raising a finger as she opened her mouth to reply, Rachel paused. He wasn't exactly wrong, if what she had just done was any indication. Her finger wilted, curling back into her fist as her mouth slowly closed. She bowed her head, signalling defeat.
"Fine, we both have some things we should tell Cassidy then." She said, occasionally remembering to look up at his face.
Louis walked over to sit at the foot of the bed, making no effort to hide his cock, pointed up his body and still pulsing softly, a bead of pre-cum gathered at its tip.
A heavy silence fell over the room, the only sound being Cassidy's faint moans, barely heard through the closed door.
"So... uhhh... I didn't really think of the next step when I brought you in here... should we, like, do something?" Louis said, scratching the back of his head.
"How should I know? What do you normally do in these situations? That's
your
girlfriend down there fucking who knows who." Replied Rachel, glancing at the door as if she could see through it.
"She's Cass' band's singer, Anika." He volunteered, his cock bobbing as he spoke.
Another pall of silence fell over the two of them, Rachel's heart beating quickly for some mysterious reason as she fought with decreasing ferocity to look away from Louis' casually displayed erection.
"So... is this going to be a regular thing we do? Should we fist bump as we both watch Cassidy getting fucked?" Louis said, once again breaking the silence.
A smile split Rachel's face. Her embarrassment fed into it until she couldn't help but laugh, her arm rising to stifle herself, leaving her breasts to swing freely, jiggling with each peal of mirth. Louis joined her, drawing Rachel's attention back to his dick as it bounced and bobbed with every chuckle.
"Do you usually watch her?" Rachel eventually said, wiping tears from her eyes.
"Yeah, as often as I can. She does this stuff pretty often, usually four or five times a month."
Rachel flicked her eyes up to his face, noticing his own eyes snapping upwards to meet hers. She contemplated him for a moment, unsure what to say. Luckily, she was saved as her phone, still held tightly in her hand, lit up, silently notifying her of a new message.
She opened it, angling her screen subconsciously away from Louis. She didn't know the number, but the area code told her it was local.
"Hey Rachel," the message began. "This is Marco, Matt gave me your number." Rachel gasped audibly. Why had her boyfriend done that? Did this have something to do with the pictures she'd sent earlier?
