Spoiler Alert: The following is a work of pornographic fiction. It is shallow on story and steep on sex. It contains a lot of graphic, dirty sex between consenting individuals over the age of 18. It does not contain deep characterization, long narratives, or a complicated plot. It is recommended that the reader decide what they are in the mood for before proceeding.
Act I: Discovery
It was mid-afternoon Friday and my shift at the computer repair shop had ended early. My ride was unavailable so I decided to walk home. The walk gave me time to think about the mixed bag that was my life.
In many ways, life was pretty good. I had graduated from high school a month earlier and in a month I'd be at college. I was going to my first choice of universities and studying my passion, computer science. It was 1997, the internet was gaining momentum and about to change people's lives forever. The idea that I was going to be part of it was exciting.
But there were aspects of my life that didn't feel like a success. I was a quiet, shy, self-conscious guy. I had some friends but not a lot. I never had a girlfriend and didn't go to either prom. I knew I didn't have a lot of social confidence.
This was the reason my weekend situation was so embarrassing. I lived in Winter Haven, Florida and my parents loved cruise ships. They must've been big Love Boat fans as kids. They were on these call lists where they could get tickets super cheap but very last minute. They had scored two rooms on a four-day cruise out of Fort Lauderdale and were going with married friends from down the street. Mom and Dad decided that it would be a good idea for their friend's daughter Reagan to stay with me while they were away.
My mother explained that their house was having the plumbing redone that weekend and Reagan couldn't stay home with no water. She said: 'Cole, it's a perfect fit, you two can look after each other.' It felt like she was saying 'You're 18 and still need a babysitter.' The worst part was that Reagan was my age, we had just graduated together.
It wasn't that I disliked Regan. We grew up going to the same schools and saw each other a lot. It was just that our parents were better friends than she and I were. We were friends in the sense that we knew each other, and got along but it wasn't like we hung out together. Coincidentally that relationship would continue because she was going to the same college I was, she'd be studying biology.
Reagan was the 18-year-old girl that adults seemed to love. She was a good student and worked at a local ice cream parlor. She was social and popular but not cliquey. She dressed with a classy sense of style and didn't get into trouble. Everyone thought of her as the perfect young adult. These adult-like qualities were the reason my parents thought it would be a good idea for her to 'stay with, not babysit' me.
It wasn't all bad. I'd always thought Reagan was a good looking girl. She was 5'6", thin with light brown hair and grey eyes. She didn't have much of a chest but did have an amazing set of hips and a perky butt. She was well-tanned and had these random dark freckles that gave her an alluring look. The possibility of seeing her walk around in her underwear or some sexy pajamas was a potential benefit to the situation.
I was almost home when I noticed two cars in the driveway. One was Reagan's the other was Spencer's, Reagan's 'soon to go their separate ways' boyfriend. He was a walking troupe, a cocky athlete asshole that had graduated with us and was going into the Navy. I felt like a total dope. I was the same age as these two, the same education, same promise, and they had cars in my driveway while I was walking. Yeah, this weekend was going to suck.
I entered the house through the garage and immediately heard moaning sounds. Could that be what I thought it was? I'd watched enough of my Dad's porno collection to know what sex sounded like and this certainly sounded like it. I slipped my shoes off and crept down the hall to the guest room. The door was open enough to give me a good view. A second later my eyes confirmed what my ears had heard.
Reagan was on top of Spencer riding him with slow rhythmic hip motions. Her tanned back was arched and her arms were behind her, bracing themselves on his muscular legs. Her tits were small and barely visible, but her nipples were hard and stuck out from her slim frame. I could clearly see Spencer's cock sticking into her pussy.
I was looking at real intercourse. This wasn't porn, this was absolutely amazing. I could hear their moans and the bed creaking at a steady pace. I could smell a pungent aroma that I assumed was the mix of their sex fluids. My brain was in overdrive trying to process every detail.
Reagan increased her hip motion, I could see her tight ass bounce against his thighs. Spencer's hard cock stood its ground as she slid up and down on it. Her moans became louder and her breathing became much faster. Her eyes were shut tight as if she was concentrating hard on something.
