It was a Saturday morning at the tail end of April, four months since I had returned from my Christmas adventures, 12 weeks after we had photographed Jack and Sandy, when Ali strolled into my room with two mugs of coffee and plopped herself down on my bed. It was becoming a habit, some mornings, particularly on a weekend if she was on her own and feeling bored, to come in early and tease me.
She knew exactly how to get my blood racing, with a glance, a comment, or a look. At the beginning I got mad, and then eventually it dawned on me that it was just a game for her. She wasn't into guys, but fucking with my head got her off in some weird way. Once I realized that I could get into the game as well, and started giving almost as good as I got.
On this morning it was cold outside, Spring hanging back, but my bedroom was cosy, heat popping in the radiators, and I was sleeping in just my shorts. Ali, of course, wore her robe, the short satin one that covered only half her thighs and kept mysteriously slipping open to flash the top of a breast or a nipple. It was a game we both appreciated, both knew the boundaries of.
"How's your sex life then, Tom?" Ali said. "I haven't seen you bring anyone new home for a while. You've seen a lot of Tu though, haven't you? Does she like that big cock of yours? I'm amazed she can fit it in anywhere." She grabbed the duvet and pulled it up, peering down underneath it. She shook her head, "Not so big, after all."
"I'm good," I said, lifting myself up and taking a sip of my coffee. It was hot and burnt the inside of my mouth. "But I try not to get distracted by semi-naked cousins any more."
"Do you mean I can be distracting?" Ali said, posing herself, pushing her boobs out.
I looked, as I was meant to, and shook my head. "Nope. Doesn't do anything for me anymore. Sorry."
Ali slumped back against the pillows on what had become her side of the bed. "Good. That makes things a lot simpler, don't you think?" She lifted her knees and the hem of the robe slid up along her thighs and pooled over her hips. She looked at her legs and stroked the flat of one hand along her thigh and nodded as though happy with what she felt.
"How come?" I tried my coffee again.
"Well, now I can go around buck naked if I want, anytime I want, and I won't have to worry about getting you all sexed up like I used to."
"You thought you used to get me sexed up, did you?"
"Hah. Good try, Tom. I've seen that bulge in your pants before now."
"Naturally endowed, that's all. Doesn't mean I was aroused."
"Oh, of course, silly me."
"I see your sex life hasn't slowed down though," I said.
She giggled wickedly. "Well - girls keep throwing themselves at my feet, what am I supposed to do?"
"At your feet?" I said. "Throwing themselves somewhere a bit higher than that, I'd say."
"Sexist pig," she said and punched me on the arm.
"What's sexist about that? It's you getting your pussy licked most nights. I'm just observing the world around me."
Ali rolled over onto her stomach and put her chin in her hands and stared at me. The robe had fallen open and I had a clear view down into her cleavage, her breasts swaying as she breathed.
"And you'd like to observe that, I bet."
"Of course. I'm a sexist pig, remember. It's all we ever think about." I rolled my eyes and moaned. "Two girls fucking... mmm!" Homer Simpson would have been proud.
Ali slapped me again, harder.
"So tell me, Tom," she said, "If you're only fucking Tu lately, and I know that's not so often, what are you doing - taking care of yourself?"
"A boy needs some secrets, Al," I said.
"I bet that's it," she said. "You're in here every night beating off, thinking about the girls I'm with. Would it help if I told you what they do to me?" she added sweetly.
"I don't know if I'd be interested," I lied. My cock, as it always did when Ali was this close and in this mood, had filled my shorts and was aching to be released. Ali glanced quickly across at the tent in the sheet and smiled sweetly.
"No, I guess not. So I won't tell you how Martha - you remember her, Wednesday night? - how Martha who had those really big tits, like really big," and Ali rolled her eyes, "How she likes to rub them on my face, and how she likes to rub her nipples on my pussy. She made me cum just doing that. She pushes her nipples into me - really big, really hard nipples, I guess they're over an inch long when they're hard, and they're hard all the time I'm with her, and really fat, big fat nipples. She likes to push them inside my cunt." When she was like this Ali liked using coarse words, maybe trying to shock me.
"Can she get them in very far?" I asked, trying to feign a casual tone.
"Oh yes, quite a long way. Enough to bring me off."
"Does it feel good?"
Ali nodded. "It does, Tom. It's because they're so big, her tits, and she pushes them against my pussy, rubs them all over me, and then she pushes her nipple inside my pussy and puts a finger up my bum." She was smiling sweetly as though using the British word made it somehow less raunchy.
"You do like your ass being touched up, don't you Al?"
She grinned. "Nothing wrong with that," she said.
"I didn't say there was."
"And what about you, Tom? I bet you'd love to stick that cock of yours in a girl's ass. True or not?"
I shrugged.
Ali laughed again. "You liked fucking Sandy's ass, didn't you?" she wheedled, giving me a wicked smile.
"You know I did," I said.
"Ha!" Ali exploded. She punched me again and then aimed a second blow at my stomach. I grabbed her wrist before her fist reached me and twisted her around, pulling her arm up behind her back while I pushed her face down into the bed. She squealed and wriggled and I sat across her legs to hold her down.
"Let's see," I said, gripping her arm with one hand and dropping the other down her leg. "Is this 'bum' worth getting worked up about, I wonder?" I grabbed the hem of her robe and tugged it up, kept tugging until it uncovered her round, smooth ass, pulled it up until it lay half way up her muscled back.
"Hmm," I said, sitting back on her knees. "Not bad, I guess. Bit small. Looks like it would be tight. I don't think I'd want to fuck this one, even if I you begged me to."
"You wish, buster!" she grunted, still trying to wriggle free. She lifted her right leg and smacked me hard on my back with her heel and it hurt.
"Hey," I said, sitting down harder. I noticed my cock was on the point of slipping out of my shorts. Ah well, what the hell.
I slapped Ali hard on her ass and she squealed again, wriggled some more. I saw my hand had left a faint red mark on her butt and for a moment I felt guilty.
"Oops Al, didn't mean to do that quite so hard."
"I bet. Anyway, that wasn't hard. I hardly felt it. Go on, really try to hit me you wimp."
I smacked her again, then once more, each strike a bit harder than the one before.
"Gnn," Ali grunted. "Featherweight."
I slapped her again, hard, and she gasped and shivered.
"Enough now?"
"Huh," she said, but she was gasping as well when she said it, "Tell me when you're going to start then."
I let her arm go and brought my hand down as hard as I could. The smack echoed off the walls and Ali squealed and wriggled. I hit her again, then once more and she squirmed loose and turned over.
She lay under me then, her robe pulled up above her waist, her pussy exposed, her right breast pulled out from the robe. I noticed her nipple was hard.
"Nice tits," I said.
"Why thank you, sir." She glanced down at my cock, rigid and outlined inside my shorts. "What's that doing there?"
"Nothing," I said.
"I thought you were off girls."
"I am. I'll try and explain it to my dick as soon as it's willing to listen."
Ali wriggled some more, but instead of trying to pull her robe back to cover herself she seemed to be trying to take it off. Her other breast popped into view, and the front parted to show her all the way down her belly to her prominent pubic mound.
"Like what you see, Tom?" she teased, looking at where I was gazing.
"Scientific interest only, cuz," I said.
"Oh yeah, I forgot." Then she reached down and cupped her hand under the bottom of my cock, her fingers curling up and cradling it. "What are you going to do about this then? Want to wack off for me again?"
"You'd like that, I bet," I said. "Watching me using my own hand."
She grinned. "You could always resort to my hand, if you prefer."
I looked down at her, suddenly nervous. "Oh yeah," I said, "Let a dyke loose on that. What would you do with it anyway? It's not a dildo, you know."
"Hmm," she said, "Looks like one. Though I've never gone in for dildo's, truth to tell. Why would I be into girls and still want a pretend cock?"
I noticed she still hadn't released me. I felt a bead of pre-cum ooze from my cock head and we both watched as it formed a damp patch on my shorts. Ali reached with her other hand and touched it. She rubbed her fingertips together.
"Slippy," she said. She looked up at me. "You going to let me finish you off then?"
I looked back down at her. "Enough joking, Al," I said, and tried to pull back.
She lifted her knees to stop me getting away and tightened her hand all the way round my cock, trapping me inside my shorts.
"Not joking, Tom. If you want a pretend fuck I'm up for it."
"Yeah?"
She nodded. "Just lying here thinking about it's making me wet," she said.
"Really?"
She nodded again. "Cop a feel if you want..."
I looked down at her pussy. It did seem to glisten along the inner folds of her labia. Her clitoris had filled and poked a fair distance out at the top of her slit.
I tried to pull away again and she grasped me more tightly.
Then she lifted her legs and pushed her foot up inside the leg of my shorts. I felt her toes touch my balls, wriggle up until they lay against my cock.
"You need to take these off," she said.
I was incredibly aroused, incredibly frustrated, and a little angry at Ali for messing with me, so I grabbed my shorts and tugged them down. I grabbed her foot and pulled it out from my shorts and then slid them off.
I sat back on my heels and Ali looked then slid her foot slowly back up along my leg, flicked my cock with her toes to make it sway, then raised her other foot and gripped my cock between her soles. As her legs rose her thighs parted, displaying her pussy, opening her outer lips and I saw the wet inner folds.
I felt my cock trapped inside her arches, pressing against me, my cock cradled.
"Go on, Tom, pretend fuck. I won't do anything, I promise, just do this," and she moved her feet, maneuvering around my cock until it was cupped between her feet. "Go on Tom, fuck my feet. Fuck my feet and let me watch you cum?"
"Ali," I said. "Do you think this is a good idea?."
"I do," she said.
