Partner In Crime Pt 01 Lexi Ch 03

Having a girlfriend that you have no ability to arrange a date with kind of sucks. Lexi and I hadn't really spoken either time we'd gotten together, and it was quickly feeling like that wasn't the kind of relationship we would have. I'd tell her what to do, she'd do it. While it was nice seeing her come out of her shell, I wasn't sure if what we were doing was good for her. While she wasn't my daughter, I still cared a great deal for all the girls on the team and wanted what was best for them.

And there was Brit wandering into my thoughts again. Thinking about what to do with her was getting me nowhere right now. I was worried that there was more going on than her voyeuristic desires. I'd been hit on before: a buddy's wife getting a little too friendly after that fifth round of drinks, a girl discreetly slipping me her number after orgasming just a little too hard during a three-way with the wife. This felt a lot like that. It didn't bother me as much as I felt like it should have. With those other women, I'd just ignore them, and it might as well have never happened. I wasn't sure how that could work with Brit. She had a singular determination. Ignoring her would just induce more aggressive flirting. I had just talked to her about it, so another conversation would be pointless. This needed a creative solution.

I was interrupted from my musing by a knock on the frame of my open office door. Del was there, a half-smile on her face. Once she had my attention, she crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe. She looked really good. My preference in lingerie, or just female attire in general, had always leaned toward white or pink satin or silk, decorated with lace and ribbon. Del was more into black or reds of vinyl and leather, a zipper or chain to lend it some sparkle. Now, dressed in a glossy black bustier and matching calf-high boots with five-inch heels, she was about the sexiest I'd ever seen her. Fishnets with a black thong pulled up over them rounded out the outfit, her meticulously applied makeup just short of goth. "So, you want to do this thing?" she asked.

'This thing' in this particular context was an apology blowjob. In the early days of our relationship, back when she'd been overcompensating for an attraction to women that she wasn't all that comfortable with, we'd had a running joke. "Nothing says you're sorry like a mouth full of cum." It had just kind of stuck. It was kind of appropriate, around ninety percent of our serious arguments were about sex anyway. There's something about that physical connection that makes the emotional resolution actually take root. When I'm the one apologizing, it still requires a mouth full of my jizz. Just ... not her mouth. I've only had to apologize that way twice, three if she ever finds out about Lexi.

"Well, hello there. You look fucking amazing."

"I'm just happy it all still fits." She glowed under my complement anyway.

"I take it Brit is out?" Del wouldn't be walking through the house dressed like this otherwise.

"Yes, she's out for the night. It felt almost like she was giving us space."

"Yeah, she pays a lot more attention to us than you'd think. Did she come talk to you?"

"Yes. The only question she had was how to get her straight friends to hook up with her." We both laughed.

"I assume you didn't tell her tequila and porn?" I didn't know if Brit was asking the question seriously or trying to throw up some smoke about my relationship with Lexi.

"Mostly I told her to just let it go. Hopefully she doesn't have to learn that the hard way like I did. So, you coming?"

"Give me ten. And put and egg in." She gave a lot better head when she was turned on. She didn't obsess so much about getting me to my orgasm if she was chasing her own.

I asked for the ten minutes mostly to give her time to warm up, but I was also still thinking about Brit. While this time with Del would be intimate and certainly not something I wanted to share with her, seeing her mother like this would likely be good for both of them. Del, understandably, was very shy around cameras. I would just let Brit miss out on this one while I figured out what to do with her.

I made my way to the bedroom, finding the door slightly ajar. Del was on the bed, its comforter stripped off and piled on the floor at the foot. She was roiling around like a cat in heat, arching her back, rolling over to run her hands over her body as she slid her knees together. She was performing for me, something she'd always been very good at. She knew as well as I did what made a woman sexy. I gave a low whistle. She turned and smiled at me. "Come fuck my mouth, coach." My eyebrow went up. This was new. Did she suspect something about me and Lexi?

No, I thought as I looked at her face. Ten minutes may have been too long. She was thinking about herself and Lexi. I walked in, closing the door behind me and undoing my jeans as I approached the bed. "You know, I'm not the one you need to fuck to get a scholarship, Lexi." Del's eyes got big. She didn't even like to tease about hooking up with her players. That didn't mean that wasn't exactly what she was thinking about.

I hopped on the bed and leaned back against the headboard. "But I don't like girls." It had taken Del about two seconds to get over her reluctance to play along. She helped me shed my jeans. "I like you coach. You and your thick cock." She actually made her voice sound like Lexi's, a smile teasing her lips as she twisted the base of a black vibe shaped like an oversized tube of Chapstick. It buzzed to life, the low-pitched sound sending a shiver over her. "New batteries." Her smile grew as she lowered her mouth onto me.

Delila had never been all that great at giving head, or oral in general from what she'd told me. It had just never been something she wanted to acquire any skill at. It still felt good, and the love and affection with which she did it made the pleasure last for days after she was done. I thought about Lexi, just getting started with sex, but already better than Del would ever be. How many hours must she have practiced? How much porn had she watched to refine her technique? The same things that made her a great soccer player made her a great cocksucker. I was going to cum way too quickly if I kept thinking about Lexi. That gave me an idea.

Del was already gasping breaths around my cock, the little rocket doing its work on her clit. A little pillow talk should send her right over the edge. "Del doesn't care that you don't like girls. She'll even like it. She'll ride that pretty face of yours until your makeup is ruined and running off the sides of your face." Del completely forgot about the blowjob. She was close. I grabbed her and forced her to move up and down. "The worst part, though, will be later that night, your fingers in your tight teen pussy, and all you can think about is her taste and how badly you want it again." And, just like that, Del was cumming.

She let out a low moan that lasted for several seconds, her whole body vibrating with it. I clutched her hair, the sucking and bobbing of her head now frantic as she fought and lost her fight for control. She gagged, pulled off, and rolled onto her side beside me. Her mouth was open. "Oh, oh, oh," she chirped in unison with thrusts of her hips. I could hear the little wine of the motor as she pressed it more firmly into her. Then her lips slowly came together as she made a happy whimper of pleasure. She twisted the base of the vibrator and just kind of let her hands fall to the bed between us. After a moment she reached for the controller for the egg still inside her, shutting it off as well.

"I don't think we're finished with that, yet."

She waved her hand at me lazily. "Shh. No talking, I just came."

I chuckled, petting her hair. I could wait. When her breathing seemed back to normal, I pulled a strand of hair behind her ear and asked, "Are you in love with Cassandra?"

She looked up at me out of the corner of her eye, then back down. She sighed sadly and admitted, "Yeah." It had been a long time since she'd let herself fall in love. And endless chain of failed relationships and the heartbreak and pain that came with them had made it hard for her to get close to anyone for years.

"Maybe that doesn't have to be a bad thing. It's a different world now. No one is going to care about your sexual orientation any more. Brit's eighteen and there's nothing left to hide from her."

"You might be surprised how many people still care. There are lots of homophobic people out there with athletic daughters they think are one bad influence from turning gay." She took a deep breath. "That isn't all of it anyway. I really like our life. The house, Brit, running the teams together. I don't want to give that up, either."

"You're not forty yet. Cassie isn't twenty yet. You can have all of this, again. In another year, Brit is going to leave us for college. Am I still going to coach the team after that?"

She sat up, still looking sexy as hell. "Cassie's twenty-seven, thank you." I wonder sometimes if this conversation would have gone differently if I hadn't still been so turned on. "Is this about me, or is this something you need?"

I hadn't wasted much thought thinking about what I wanted. "I'm in the same place as you, I guess. I like it here. It's comfortable. But when I'm horny or lonely, I wish I had more to offer. How can I date when I know it's never going anywhere? I worry so much about you, too. What if it doesn't work with Cassie, and you don't have me to fall back on? Who else could even be there for you?"

She shrugged. "I'm a big girl. But I know what you mean, too. Can I really be all in with someone else with you here waiting to catch me?"

"Maybe it doesn't have to be the whole thing all at once. We have lots of room, maybe she can move in here?"

She laughed. "And live like we're in some kind of sitcom? No thanks." She considered for several seconds. "What if we did a baby step. Two days a week where I stay with her? Brit never eats my cooking, anyway."

I nodded. "Worth a try. How do you feel?"

She looked around the room. "Excited. Nervous as hell." She put her hand on mine. "But you have to try, too. Date, for real. Tell them you're separated, take them to dinner, bring them back here while I'm gone and wake up in the morning with them."

"Really?"

She looked like she was about to cry. "No. But do it anyway. Anyone but Lexi. I'm going to offer her and would prefer if she wasn't pregnant."

I managed to suppress my panic. "I'm not promising anything. She really got you going, didn't she?"

"I hate that she did. You're the only one who knows what a pervert I am."

"And I love you anyway. It doesn't hurt that you're so fucking sexy.

I think that's the moment she realized she'd added a 'recently fucked' aura to a look that was already deadly and my raging hard-on hadn't gone anywhere. "Oof, sorry." She started to lower herself toward me again.

I held up a finger. "Egg."

She looked up and me as she reached for the controls. "You're going to make me cum again?"

"I sure as fuck hope so."

The hard work of reaching her plateau accomplished, Del usually cums fairly quickly on subsequent attempts. It was a skill I was becoming increasingly envious of as I aged. She was only half a minute into her latest attempt to make her apology before the swirling of her tongue became a distracted back and forth motion. It was, probably just by chance, on the delicate underside of my cock near the head, so it felt delicious anyway. After another sixty seconds, the whir of the little motor lugging up and down as she pressed it hard against her clit, I muttered out, "Not yet." She let out a little whimper, but backed off with her toy and started addressing my needs with more vigor. Her hand was working counter to the twisting of her mouth as she sucked me in and out. I wanted it to last longer, but I was quickly losing that battle. That was probably the other reason she had never gained all that much skill at this. It simply didn't matter. "Ok, here it comes."

She pulled off until just the tip was in her mouth, carefully jacking me as my seed boiled up out of me. I had a vague awareness that her own climax washed over her, her eyelids flickering shut. I came, spirt after spirt erupting into her mouth. She caught it all, slowing her hand to match the slowing of my spasms.

She sat up, waiting on my scattered attention to focus on her. She opened her mouth, moving her tongue enough to show me the white goo filling it. At a nod from me she closed her mouth and swallowed.

"So, I've been thinking about this apology a lot. It seems like saying I'm sorry for the birth control thing is pointless. I've struggled with it my entire life. That's how we ended up with Brittany, after all. It's probably some repressed Sunday school bullshit telling me to make babies." She paused, composing herself. "No, what I'm truly sorry for, what I've never been able to forgive myself for, is letting you marry me in the first place." I started to interrupt, but she held up her hand. "I knew, Brian. I knew. I knew I wasn't what you needed me to be, knew I didn't feel the way I was supposed to about you. I was just so afraid. I was afraid of raising Brit without you. I was afraid if I didn't marry you that I would never get married, that people would know. I didn't think about you. I just thought I'd keep pretending, give you lots of sex and hot three-ways. But what you needed wasn't the sex. You needed to be wanted, and I've never been able to give you that."

"I would have married you anyway, even if I had known everything."

"Yes. It's well established that you're a martyr and an idiot. That's why I'm sorry. It was on me, and I should have said no."

I leaned in and kissed her. "Apology accepted." She looked absolutely bubbly with happiness. "How long have you been carrying that around?"

"Pretty much forever. Only took me eighteen years to work up the nerve."

"I still want those threesomes, by the way." I could see the reluctance on her face immediately. "It's ok if it's not Cassie. I'll find someone. Mike's been wanting a shot at you since before we were even married." Mike had been my teammate in college and was still my closest friend. He was big. All over.

"You wouldn't dare." I wouldn't, but I did suddenly have another idea for Mike and his oversized member.

"What if I got someone's wife in here? Make her lick my cum out of your pussy?" There were a few things Del was never going to say no to.

She ran her tongue across her teeth. "You have someone in mind?" I didn't, but I could work on that. She laughed. "You're such a fucking tease."

We just sat there and stared at one another for a minute. "You want to go see Cassie." It wasn't a question.

"Is that ok?"

"Yeah. You guys have a lot to talk about."

She bounced up and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. She crossed to her dresser and pulled out a fresh thong. She took off the one she was wearing and tugged the cord connected to the egg inside her. She saw me watching as it slipped out. After rolling her eyes, she tilted up her chin and slowly dangled it into her mouth. She sucked it briefly and pulled it out with a pop, tossing it into her underwear drawer. "I'm glad you're as big a pervert as I am." She touched up her lipstick and pulled on a skirt. She paused at the door, her voice nervous despite the dominatrix look she wore. "I know it's short notice, but I'm not going to be home until noon tomorrow at the earliest, so ..."

I nodded. "Go."

I don't think her car was out of the driveway before I had discord open on my phone. "What are you up to?"

The response came back about fifteen seconds later. "At the game. WBU?"

After googling WBU, I responded, "Just hanging out alone at the house. ALONE."

She sent me a line of four laughing emoji. About a minute later, "At least you're warm. It's fucking freezing here."

We messaged back and forth like that for a while. I was thinking about Del's request that I take forming a relationship seriously. I wasn't sure there was a real chance with Lexi, but I'd give it a shot. Our text conversation during the game never got to anything I would call interesting, but I did learn about her. She had four brothers, three of them younger than she was. She told me she was watching them for the night before I even got a chance to invite her over. She had gotten a total of one B in her entire life, and that alone would keep her out of the top two in her class. It was just superficial fluff. I was never going to get to know her like this. What did I have to talk to an eighteen-year-old about, anyway?

I talked to Brit all the time, anything from a serious discussion about how capitalism was the engine that moved our society, but lacking the steering of altruistic governance we would eventually drive off the cliff of fascism, to the minimum cotton content of a pair of jeans before they would be considered blue stretch pants. I was talking to Lexi about her classes, a subject neither of us seemed particularly interested in. We had one common interest at least.

"Have you been a good girl?"

"Very," followed by an angel emoji.

"What are you wearing?"

After a moment I received a photo of her in a gray stocking cap and fluffy white coat. It was just open enough to reveal a school hoody over a pair of jeans. "Tight jeans clause, so I skipped the bra instead," followed by an open mouth emoji.

I almost typed, "Show me," but opted for, "Do you like dressing for me?" Hopefully she had the good sense to ignore a command if it wasn't appropriate, but there was no point in pushing it.

"Very much."

"Is that a real answer?"

There was a longer pause before she responded. "Yes. I'm excited and nervous every time I think about doing things for you. And horny. Sooo horny."

I smiled. That sounded about right. "Nervous about what?"

"The tattoo, mostly. But you're coach, you know? I trust you, but you also always push me to do more, be better. I want you to mark me. It's just scary to think about people seeing it."

I thought a little before I responded. I hadn't been serious about the tattoo, but my cock had hardened as I read her response. "I've always admired how hard you work at soccer, how hard you study. Everyone who watches you play can see it. But you're also the girl that practices giving blow jobs. I'm not going to let you hide her. She seems like the kind of woman that deserves a tattoo." I've always considered anyone under my age, even if it's only a week, a girl. Calling her a woman felt weird, but I wanted to push that button with her.

There was another long pause, then I got a picture from her. It appeared to be taken from a bathroom stall at the stadium. She had her jeans undone enough to show me her white thong and her sweatshirt lifted to reveal her small breasts. "Gotta drive home now, ttyl," followed by a kiss emoji.

"So fucking gorgeous. Call me when you free up later?" This was definitely behavior I wanted to encourage.

"Yes, sir."

The game was over an hour away, which was a big part of why I wasn't there. Brit was probably in attendance as well, but she always loved the post-game social scene so was rarely home until very late if she came home at all. Based on what Del had said, I didn't expect her. I grabbed a shower and threw on my pajama bottoms and set myself to wait. The tattoo idea had really taken hold, so I spent a lot of my time trying to come up with the perfect decoration for her body. I discarded dozens, from sweet to slutty, but none of them said 'Lexi'. Then I came up with the perfect one. I'd have to make sure of something first, but it was absolutely fucking perfect.

My phone finally beeped an alert, my heart leaping a little. I hadn't realized how eager I was to talk to her. That was a good sign, right? But it was just a message, "Sibs made me stop for pizza. Be another thirty."