The real story starts.
Chapter III. Other Guy Found
Mike's insides tumbled and spun on his long walk through the campus as he made his way back to Andrea's place. He could hear his own blood racing through his dizzy head. Eric had agreed to meet them for lunch.
Mike was still undecided on whether or not he'd tell Andrea that Eric had seen her naked. Seen them both naked. Visions of that first night flashed in and out of Mike's head. He and Andrea snuck behind the hedge for their first rendezvous and Eric and his friend had caught them. While both Andrea and Mike knew they had a couple of dirty voyeurs watching it was Mike who had recognized one of them. Something he never told Andrea.
Trying to contain his excitement he made it to Andrea's with his skin hot and flushed. He whisked her into his arms kissing her deeply the instant the door opened. The door hadn't even closed as he ripped the shirt off her back. Tugging passionately at her shorts those too were tossed into a heap at their feet. Seconds later he backed away from her and stripped himself bare still ignoring the open door.
Wolf whistles echoed through the entry way and with a casual glance Mike slipped his arm around Andrea's waist. Pulling her beside him, they turned together to reward the passers by with a full frontal view as he pushed the door closed. Mike and Andrea followed the closing door leaning and waving a merry good-bye to the pair of fortuitous wanderers.
The lovers were like-minded shameless exhibitionists and something about being seen naked set their fires burning hot and intense. Taking Andrea by the hand Mike pulled her into the living room and backed her butt up against the couch. They were directly in front of the big window and by unspoken mutual agreement the drapes were not closed. Andrea inched her rear up and onto the back of the couch leaving her feet dangling as Mike came up behind her kneeling on the cushions the back of the couch between them.
His arm encircled her torso and he filled his hand with her right breast, letting her nipple slink into the 'V' between his fingers trapping it. Mike relished the soft mound of her small breast wickedly craning his neck over her shoulder to watch her areola puff up and thicken. Working his hand he kneaded her boob, squeezing and releasing the nipple he had trapped between his fingers. Practiced motions made her nipple swell, thicken and puff. Seeing her breast capped by those beautiful puffy nipples added so much to his excitement!
Fully erect and painfully rigid Mike leaned his sex into the couch. Rolling his hips he scrapped the soft head of his cock up the rough, resisting fabric of that sofa. As he scraped his cock over that material his left hand skimmed over Andrea's tummy and dove between her legs. He cupped her pussy noticing Andrea had lifted her hanging legs and resting her feet oh the back of the couch she had spread them as wide as she could, right in front of that uncurtained window.
Lost in the luscious thickness of this overt carnal moment Mike trailed his fingers through the succulent folds of Andrea's well spread pussy. Relishing the heat and wetness. Mike let his middle finger run its length over Andrea's clit. It was still hidden by its hood and as Mike's finger traveled over it his finger dragged that hood further and further down over the nub. Mike shook, feeling the shaft of her clit hard and long in its nesting spot. He twitched his finger making that little rod roll to and fro in its warm fleshy shroud. Towards the end of his motion he curled his middle finger and pressed it inside of her tunnel.
Held in his embrace Mike leaned in kissing her hair, neck and ears and whispered...
"I've found a guy for us"
He felt Andrea squirm in his grasp. She tried to turn and address what he had just said but Mike wickedly pushed a second finger deep into her sopping twat. Rather than let her spin to talk to him about it he kept her impaled on his fingers. Probing and sliding in and out of her at a fevered pace. The more he pounded her the wetter she was. Loving how wet she was Mike finally withdrew his fingers and brought them up. Andrea licked at his fingers as they passed and Mike then cleaned her wetness from them with his mouth. Leaving his lips coated with her juices he worked his hands back into her wet hole running his thumb over her clit as his two fingers re-entered her. Using that thumb and with a bit of backwards pressure Mike pressed the hood of her clit back bringing her wet shiny button into the cool air.
