Ch03: There Is No Going Bac

I got home and was exhausted. I was going to pack but decided to just wake up a bit earlier and do it. Then I passed out.

My phone woke me up some time after 10 PM. I felt like I was asleep for days. 'Man, I'm getting old,' I thought to myself.

"Hello?" I said in a groggy voice.

"Hi Babe. Sorry to wake you but, um, he called again," Cindy said.

I sat straight up in my bed, and I was immediately 100% awake.

"What? When?"

"About half an hour ago. We just hung up."

My mind was racing.

"Well, what happened?" I said with eagerness and fear.

"I think he was talking to Cassie because after you left, I called her. She had asked me to call her when you left but I didn't think anything of it. We really didn't talk about anything other than asking me when I was coming down and if you had left. It wasn't a long call, and we hung up."

"Then, five minutes later, Steve called. He caught me off guard. He brought up how he was planning on going boating Monday and started thinking about how I looked in a bathing suit. Then he said he wanted me to go on the boat. I told him that wasn't going to happen, and I reminded him that I was engaged. He said if I wasn't interested, I shouldn't be touching myself on the phone with him."

"Did he know I was there?" I asked. I know I'm paranoid about this whole thing, but I can't help it.

"No. He had no idea," she replied. "I didn't say anything. He started to tease me by saying how I was now picturing a boat ride with him and how I was probably getting wet now talking to him. He started to tell me things he wanted to do to me."

"Were you getting wet?" I asked.

Silence.

"Were you?" I asked again.

"Yes," she said. "But you said you liked this, right?"

"Yes. I really do. Then what happened," I said.

"Then he asked me again to go on the boat. I told him that night on phone was a mistake and I shouldn't have done it. He then said he doubted I really felt that way. He mentioned he would still have fun on the boat with my sisters but really wished I would be there."

She paused.

"Mike, he invited my sisters. I don't want him hanging out with Cassie or Kristina. They have no idea how he was. They only know the charmer I talked about and how he acts in front of them."

I tried to have her relax and said, "He isn't going to do anything, babe. He obviously knows it gets to you because of how you reacted earlier on the phone. Even I picked that up in your voice."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said as I tried to convince myself.

"Then he started to ask me what I was wearing but I was embarrassed. He kept teasing me and telling me how hard he was. I was getting excited and ..."

She started to cry.

"I told you! I knew talking to him was a mistake ... I told you!"

I didn't know what to say.

She continued. "We both got into it and he made me cum on the phone."

"You had phone sex?" I tried to ask without sounding judgmental.

"I'm sorry. I was so ..."

I stopped her.

"Babe, its ok. That is hot. Did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah, I did. Sorry," she said.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Yeah. But I was mad at myself again. I don't know what to do. I want him to stop calling me but at the same time I sort of want him to call."

"Babe, I told you, I get really turned on by all this, I wasn't lying. I was the one that asked you to call him in the first place."

"I know. But now I'm worried about Cassie and the boat tomorrow," she said.

"Honey, it is going to be him and both of your sisters. I really doubt he is going to hit on her while they are all there. Besides, you are assuming he is even trying to go after your sister. It sounds more like its Cassie who is flirting with him," I said.

"I know but what if he makes a move on Cassie. She is so naïve and innocent. I never told her all the stuff he did because I didn't want her to think less of me. I think I'll call her and tell her not to go," she said with conviction.

"You can't. That would only lead to her asking you questions you don't want to answer," I advised her.

Then I heard the audible clicking sound of an incoming call on her line.

"Hold on," she said and clicked over to the other line.

It was a few minutes before she came back.

"It was Cassie. Mom and dad had asked if you were coming. I told her I was talking to you on the phone and she sounded excited and told me to tell you, 'see you tomorrow future bro-in-law'"

"I'm too tired to talk any more about this. I'm gonna go to bed early," she said, and we said our goodnights.

After the conversation I was a little too wired to go back to bed, so I jerked off and then packed for tomorrow. I was almost done when my phone rang again. I could see it was Cindy on the caller ID.

I picked up the phone, "Hi babe!"

"Hi honey. Just calling to say goodnight," she said in a lower-than-normal voice.

"I'll always take a second goodnight," I said. "I love you."

"Yep. Ok," she responded which through me off. She never said that to an 'I love you'.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Yep. Just wanted to ... "and I heard a hushed sigh, " ... ask what time you are coming to pick me up tomorrow?"

"Are you touching yourself?" I asked.

"Ummm. Nope. Not tonight," she said and then I heard a muffled, "Mmmmm," but it was distant like she pulled the handset away from her mouth.

I started to get into what I thought was phone sex and said some sexy things.

"No, not now babe. Ok, I gotta go," she said but I could still hear her breathing was getting breathier.

I heard a guy's voice in the background.

"I'm so confused," and as I asked that I chill ran up my spine. "Is he there?"

"Yeah. I miss you too," she said.

"Holy fuck!! Can you talk?" I asked.

"Not really. But we can talk more about it when you pick me up, Ok. Are we all good for tomorrow?" she asked.

"Are you asking me if I'm ok with this?" I asked.

"Yeah. We can get breakfast on the way."

I had to think about what I wanted to say but most of the blood in my brain was rushing to my cock.

My brain was saying, "No!" but it was coursing through my body with excitement. I felt like I was breaking up but at the same time it was arousing beyond imagination. All I could think is that I would regret it if I said Yes, and I would regret it if I said No.

"I love you babe. Goodnight. See you in the morning."

"I love you," were her last words as I heard a more defined moan and the click of the phone hanging up.

I jerked off trying to go to sleep but who was I kidding. My mind was going 500 MPH.

I jumped in my car and took off to her house. I wasn't sure what I was going to do when I got there but I knew staying at home was killing me.

When I got there, I saw his motorcycle in the driveway.

"What did I just do?" I thought.

I drove back and forth in front of her house a few times trying to think of what to do. The lights in the living room and her bedroom were on but all the shades were shut. Was I hoping to see a silhouette in the windows? I don't know what I was hoping for.

I finally decided to park in the driveway of the next-door house that was under construction. It was past midnight, and I didn't think anyone would notice. I got out of my car and quietly closed the door. I walked through the construction until I reached the backyard, and I squeezed under the bushes dividing Cindy's house from the new construction.

Cindy's house had a large backyard with a screened-in patio and pool. The house had a fence line of tall and thick shrubs that provided complete privacy. There I was hunched over against the shrubs, moving to get a better look into the house. Her house had large sliding glass doors leading to the pool from the family room, living room, and kitchen and I was hoping I could see something. As I carefully crouched around the perimeter of the yard, I could see the kitchen and living room. The lights were off. Then I saw the family room and I froze.

The curtains were pulled almost shut but I could see Cindy's arms leaning over the couch's arm rests. She was gripping the arm rest and every once in a while, I could see her head and just as quickly it disappeared behind the curtain. I assumed she was getting fucked on the couch. I couldn't get in a better position to see more without actually walking up to the sliding doors.

After a while, her arms would reach out as her face pressed into the arm rest. Then her head would be looking up as if he was pulling on her hair.

I was so terrified hiding in the back yard, I realized I wasn't even hard despite how turned on I was. I was just staring at the glass door. I was frozen.

Cindy left from view, and I couldn't see anything else. Time passed and when I looked at my watch it was 1:45 AM. I couldn't see anything, but I knew he hadn't left.

I didn't want to get caught and I had no idea where they were. I left and drove past the street to see if hi bike was still there. It was. My anxiety was overwhelming, and my nerves were shot.

It was a sleepless night. I kept hoping my phone would ring. 2:30 AM. 3:00 AM. 4:00 AM. Each time I looked at the clock I would end up jerking off. At some point, I passed out and woke up to my alarm. No missed calls. I didn't even want to call. I needed to see her face to face.

I quickly grabbed my unfinished bag up and headed over. I ended up forgetting most of my clothes. As I pulled in the driveway, Cindy must have heard my car and was exiting her house and locking the door. She was smiling from the moment she came outside. She embraced and kissed me, then put her bag in the car and jumped in.

I was in a fog and for a second wondered if it was just a dream.

As soon as I put the car in gear, she placed her hand on mine and said, "Do you still love me?"

"Of course," I said. "Do you love me?"

"More than ever," she said. "Do you want to hear everything?"

"Yes!"

"Everything?" she reiterated.

"Yes, please. Don't keep anything from me. We promised to keep no secrets."

-------------------------------------------

"Do you remember when Cassie called and asked if you were coming today?" she started.

"Yes," I responded.

"Steve paged her after our phone call and invited me and my sisters to go on the boat. He knew I wasn't there, but he wanted to find out if anyone was home. She told him you were probably with me so he asked her to find out so he could call and invite me. Cassie was loving this whole thing, so she instantly called."

"She told him I was alone and thought he was only going to call and invite me. He ended up driving over."

Cindy had already changed for bedtime and was startled when the doorbell rang. She silently walked to the front door holding the phone in case she had to call someone. She looked through the peep hole and froze. It was Steve.

He rang the doorbell again, and again. She didn't want to answer but she knew he wouldn't go away. She opened the door and Steve stood there with a big smirk on his face.

"Hi Kitten. Waiting for me?" he said and then took a few steps into the house.

Cindy took a few steps back. He closed the front door and locked it.

They just stood there looking at each other when he took a step forward and hugged her. She reciprocated. His hands slowly moved up and down her back, then squeezing her ass.

"He was hard and I could feel it. He hugged harder," she explained.

Then he straightened himself and Cindy didn't know what to do. She still thought this wasn't happening. Her thoughts at this moment were, 'How can I do this? I'm getting married."

"Are you talking to someone?" Steve asked looking at the phone in her hand.

Cindy sometime surprises me on how fast she thinks.

"I was about to say goodnight to Mike," she said.

"Don't keep him waiting. Call him," he told her.

She called me and that was our phone conversation.

"As I was talking to you, he pressed up against me from behind and began to massage my breasts,"

she said. "Then he started to pinch and pull my nipples and I had a hard time talking so I pulled the phone away from my mouth."

"I heard you moaning," I said.

"I know. I couldn't help it. Then when I said goodnight, he put his hand between my legs and began rubbing where my clit was.

"When we hung up, he stood in front of me and I realized he had dropped his shorts when he was behind me. He pushed me down and I started to tell him 'no' but," she paused. "I can't explain it. I didn't want to but I did and all I kept thinking is that you keep telling me this is your fantasy too."

I squeezed her hand and smiled.

"I gave him head right there while still holding the phone in my hand."

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"I did," she said softly. "I felt so guilty that I did."

"Tell me everything ... especially if you liked it." I pleaded.

Steve stood and let her suck his cock and lick his balls so long her knees started to hurt from the tile floor. He finally had her stand up and they kissed for a very long time.

"Go find something sexy to put on," he told her.

"I don't really have anything, and you know that," she replied. "Or did you forget you kept all the things you bought at your place. You know I couldn't bring that stuff here."

"Go to Cassie's closet and find the sexiest thing," he suggested.

"No way. She is like 2 sizes smaller and there is ...," she tried to say when he cut her off.

"Go and find something," he said sternly.

Cindy went directly to Cassie's room and started to look. She really put effort into finding something and looked at every outfit. Then she found it, and it might just fit her. Of course, when she did, it was super short on her. It barely covered her ass.

Finally, she came out and Steve smiled. "That is nice! Come here and show me."

Walking up to him, she spun around slowly. She had found Cassie's Halloween costume two years prior. It had a yellow high school plaid skirt which was 4 inches too short on Cindy. The top was a white button-down shirt with a matching yellow plaid tie. The shirt was probably loose on Cassie but quite snug on Cindy.

Cindy said you could see her nipples through the shirt. She didn't wear any panties or a bra because she didn't want to wear her sisters. To wrap up the outfit, she found white thigh high socks with black high platform shoes her sister had purchased for the outfit.

"I had no idea Cassie had outfits like this. Maybe I should have her wear this next time she gets on a motorcycle," he said with a smirk and chuckle."

"Stop it. Don't you dare!" she said right back.

"I'm just kidding. There is no way it looks half as good on her."

Steve apparently loved to get Cindy all hot and bothered with the whole 'Cassie' thing. He must have brought her up a dozen times on this day alone.

He walked her to the kitchen and effortlessly lifted her up onto the counter. He kissed her passionately and placed his hands on her thighs, parted them, and looked down.

"Couldn't find any panties? Or just needing to get fucked? You probably haven't been really fucked in long time." he asked.

He gripped her thighs and lifted them up as Cindy leaned back on the counter. Steve leaned down and licked her from her ass to her clit, over and over.

"My little kitten is very, very wet. Have you been waiting for me?" he whispered.

"Yes," she moaned.

He practically had her about to orgasm. His tongue explored every inch of her pussy. He knew she was about to cum and pulled back. She hated it when he did this, and it took her over the edge every time. He sat her up and pulled her shirt open. Cindy was about to say something with the buttons falling on the counter and the floor, but she forgot what she was about to say when he took her whole nipple and part of her breast into his mouth and his hand gripped the other one.

She loved how rough he was with her body. I asked her why she tells me to 'take it easy' whenever I pinch or squeeze a little too hard and her response was, "I don't know. I don't really like when you are hard. I love how gentle and loving you are with me." I was so confused and didn't understand it.

He went back and forth sucking and squeezing her breasts. She wrapped her arms around his head as he ravaged her body. He started to insert one finger inside her pussy and slowly slid in and out. Then he put in a second finger.

"Kitten has gotten quite tight. It's just like the first time," he said as he licked her nipples and looked down at his hand.

"I guess he doesn't really stretch you out, does he?"

He asked again, "Does he?"

"No, he doesn't," she whispered back.

He slipped in a third finger and reflexively reached down and grabbed his wrist.

"Too much! Go easy!" she said.

He went back to two fingers until she was about to cum again and he stopped.

"Please don't stop," she begged.

He picked her up off the counter and carried her to the family room. He flipped her over on the arm rest of the couch and pushed her down. The skirt was so short it was already over ass in this position. Steve left one hand on her back, keeping her head down on the couch and pulled his shorts down with the other.

She could feel the head of his cock pressed against her lips as he rubbed it up and down, helping part them to go in. He took his time. With every push she grunted. She said it felt exactly like it did the first time with him but this time she was anxious to have it all inside her. She knew it would hurt but at the same time wanted it to.

After a few minutes he was getting in a rhythm, and she was going from grunting to moaning.

"Do you miss my cock?"

"Yes. Yes, I do," she said between moans.

"You still think Mike is a better choice?"

She didn't want to tell me the things he said but I begged her to be brutally honest or this would never work for us. And she was.

She didn't answer him.

"What did I tell you the night you wanted to dump me, huh?! What did I tell you?"

"I don't remember," she said.

He picked up his pace. His thrusts were getting more intense.

"Yes, you do! You came over to say you were breaking up. I fucked you right there. Then I fucked you again when you got to the door. Do you remember that?! Do you remember how you begged me to fuck you the second time?" he asked.

He was fucking her hard and pulling on her hair, lifting her head so he could talk into her ear.

"What did I say?" he asked again.

"I don't remember," she said again.

"I guess you don't really want me to fuck you," he said as he slowed down and began to pull out.

"Please don't stop. Please," she pleaded.

He didn't say anything. He stood up and began to pull his shorts back up.

"You said my pussy would always belong to you," she croaked in a broken whisper.

"That is not what I said. What did I say EXACTLY!" he demanded.

"This cunt is yours and I would be back," she whispered.

He shoved his cock right back in and pushed all the way in. She screamed and grunted as he fucked her the way he thought of her, as his little slut.

Cindy shared this part very hesitantly. She had tears in her eyes as she told me this last part. She watched reach in my shorts and stroke my cock as I drove and listened.

"Do you think less of me?" she asked me.

"I love you more," was my answer.

They were back and forth on the couch, and I guess this is when I came into the picture and saw her on through the glass door. She told me how he would play with her asshole as they fucked. I asked if that didn't bother her because she never even liked my finger touching her asshole and yet Steve was digging in with his tongue. She just shrugged as if there was no answer. All I couldn't think is what she would always tell me, "That is only an exit."

When they took a rest, he would try to convince her about going on the boat. Cindy was still in denial of what was happening now insisted she could not go. He was a little bit of a jerk because he would casually mention that Cassie and Kristina (her older sister) would be there. He knew she was protective of her little sister, Cassie.