Chapter 1 - Breaking Ice
I instantly spotted Vicky through the glass in the coffee shop entrance, standing tall in her high heels, and dark blue jeans. Her gaze caught mine, and she sparked a huge smile, picking up her pace as she walked towards me.
My eyes dropped to her plumb breasts. Not that they were revealing, hidden behind her white crew neck t-shirt, but I could never help wonder what they would look like, bare and free. I adjusted my pants, confirming my pussy was already wet.
"Hey babe," she said, pulling out the chair in front of me to sit down. "This mine?" she asked.
"Yeah babe," I said, giggling. "Fuck, I just want to pull you over here and stick my tongue into your mouth so deep."
Grinning, she flirted her eyes towards me playfully. "I know babe, soon, soon. Let's just get the boys onboard, you know."
"Yes, yes, I know," I said, looking down, frustrated and aroused.
Looking back up, I could see her looking down my top, which I had intentionally pulled lower showing off my cleavage.
"How did last night go?" I asked.
"Fucking. Ace," she said. "It took a bit of convincing, and I'm not sure how serious he thinks I am about the whole thing, so only time will tell. But he's in."
"What, he's up for everything?" I asked. "Everything?," I emphasized.
"Everything," she said, winking and grinning.
"Fuck, fuck," I said, my heart racing, while stirring my half empty cup of coffee. "Okay, tonight is the night. I'm just going to go for it."
"Yeah babe," she said. "Just pull of that top, look him in the eyes, and ask him."
I blushed, but nodded, still unsure how far my boyfriend would take this. But I had to ask. Vicky and I had been talking about this for months, and it was time to actually do what she already had the guts to.
We flirted and talked about work, while I tried not to think of ripping her clothes off and giving her oral right in the middle of the coffee shop.
Once I received the text from my boyfriend saying he was home, I said goodbye, called a cab and went back to his, butterflies in my stomach the whole journey.
Hearing him in the kitchen, I took off my hat and threw it at him.
"Fuck," I said, holding my hand over my mouth as it fell into the frying pan, right as he was cooking me dinner.
"No!" he said, over dramatically and playfully. "You are so annoying," he said, throwing the hat on the ground and running after me.
I laughed, running to the living room, but I couldn't even make it through the door before he had his arms around me and turned me around to see me laughing as tears dripped down my face.
"Argh, I missed you, you sexy, annoying clumsy thing," he said, reaching in to give me the most passionate kiss.
He really was the dream guy. We'd only been dating six months, and while he knew I was bisexual, things had been going so well, I had been holding off telling him about my own sexual needs. But Vicky was right. I had to tell him, and if this wasn't going to work, surely it's better sooner rather than later.
Things heated up, and he rubbed his hands down my leg, kissing me gently, as my breathing and heart rate sped up.
Lifting his t-shirt, he revealed his shaven, bare, toned chest, wafting his cologne over my direction. I felt weak at my knees.
He led me to the sofa, pulling off my top and unbuckling my bra in barely a second, cupping my breasts while trying catching his breath.
I pulled down his pants and briefs at the same time, revealing his erect cock, hard as anything. Fuck he was perfect.
Pulling on his cock, he moaned quickly pulling my pants off. I tried to take over, pushing him playfully onto his back. I had no strength compared to him, but he playfully pulled himself back as if I had exerted a superwomen power move on him.
Laughing, I moved his hand down to my pussy, sliding my wetness over my clit and into my relaxed hole.
Vicky's boobs flashed in my mind, as I remembered how wet she had made me earlier. But my mind was quickly focused on his hard cock rubbing around my pussy, waiting for me to push down on him.
"Ah yeah," we both moaned, as I slowly took his cock, gradually building up my pace.
"Fuck, get down here," he said, pulling my body close to his and reaching his mouth to mine.
Our hearts raced, as we both picked up speed. His hips thrust faster and faster, rubbing his perfect sized, hard cock relentlessly into my vagina.
"Keep going, keep going," he shouted, as he took some thrusts, deeper than ever into my hole. I felt a new wetness from deep inside, as he climaxed, cumming what felts like buckets inside of me.
He stopped thrusting, and held me for a few seconds, before slowing pulling out and giggling, while catching his breath.
I needed more. But fuck, we all know when a guy cums, that's it pretty much game over. Ryan was no exception, but no matter how long he lasted, they were the more enjoyable times.
"Finish me," I said, pulling his hand down to my vagina.
"Fuck, the cooker," he said, jumping up and quickly pulling on his pants.
I sighed and rolled my eyes, smiling at him as he left. Pulling his t-shirt over me, I followed him, leaving his warm cum inside me, hoping we could have another round that evening.
Shyly I approached the kitchen, to see him shaking his head while jokingly smirking at me. "Nope," he said. "Ruined. Let's order something in. What do you want?"
"Anything," I said, pulling his t-shirt up, enjoying that smell of him.