Act 04: All good things...
Christina tipped the wine glass back and sucked down the last of the ruby fluid, letting it wash down her throat. Looking out her kitchen window at the slow morning drizzle that could only be seen by the hazy light of the street lamp, she poured another half glass of the Cabernet Sauvignon. She had worked night shift for so long, drinking in the morning seemed natural, the thought made her lips curled up on the corners.
"Alright Lori." She whispered into the glass, steaming the sides. "If you don't call soon, I'm going to bed."
Her friend Lori had told her to wait for her text, then come over to her apartment. It was important, she stated, to clear everything up. Two days ago, Terry, a CNA that works at the hospital with them, had caught her with one of her patients in a not-so great position. She had never, ever done anything like that before, but it didn't matter. The poor fireman, who she had been giving a quick little blow job to, didn't even know they had been seen, although he did tell her that he wouldn't say a word about anything they did. She told her friend Lori about the incident and Lori vowed to take care of it. Is that what she was doing now, and how could she? What would she do? They didn't have to work the next night, which was a little bit of a relief.
Resting her hand on the window sill, she bumped the picture of Dennis and her. She placed the picture face down, not wanting to look at that cheating bastard, who left her only a few days ago. The vibration of her phone shook the wood dining room table; she picked it up.
"Come over now! B quiet. Drink on table. I need lots of pics and video. Remember to BE QUIET!!" The text read. Christina gulped down the wine, grabbed her keys, and headed for the door. Lori only lived a couple blocks away, and now she was intrigued.
Christina's fingers clutched the cool door knob while butterflies fluttered in her stomach and chest, tickling her insides. She felt giddy, like a schoolgirl. What sort of surprise was awaiting. Creeping into the front room, she quietly laid her keys on the low coffee table and picked up the drink waiting for her. Just now remembering her friends other request, she switched her phone to camera and continued tip-toeing into the apartment. She cringed as she sipped the drink.
"Too strong, Lori." She whispered silently, shaking her head.
Reaching Lori's room, she hesitated. There were soft sounds coming from the large room, but she couldn't make them out. What was she doing? What was this great surprise? Christina leaned over, tilting her head and allowing one eye to look into the room, the camera in her hand following.
A rush of air escaped her lungs, as her eyes and mouth sprung fully open. She couldn't breathe and almost coughed. Her vision blackened, at first around the outer edges, closing in until she was temporarily blind. Sucking in a breath loudly, she pulled back away from the door, frozen against the wall. Her mind was as black as her sight, unable to process anything. She waited, as her vision and thoughts began to slowly clear.
"Was that a man? A naked man?" She breathed quietly.
What was Lori doing? Her mind was now swirling in circles. Leaning forward again, she peeked into the room. The shock still hit her, but not as hard this time, leaving her able to process what was happening. There was a man standing in the middle of the room, looking away from her, naked, some sort of diving hat tattooed on his back right shoulder, like the kind the military used. He wasn't tall, yet not short either, his deep dark skin a stark contrast to the white walls around them. He had large, broad shoulders, big thick arms, and you could just make out the round belly that stuck out the sides. Why was there a naked man in Lori's room? Why would she invite her over if she did have a naked man in her room? This just didn't make sense at all, she needed to find Lori.
As she thought the last word, her friends name, she made out the figured kneeling naked on the floor in front of the man. Once again her mind went black and eyes opened up. Jesus, was that Lori? Was she....? This time she couldn't move, not even to back away.
The sounds rose up and filled her ears as her mind finally let her see what was happening. Lori's head was moving up and down, the large dark cock entering and leaving her wide spread mouth. Lori scooted on her knees, ever so slightly, causing the man's body to twist, then both figures could be more easily seen. One hand cupped the full balls underneath, while the other hand stroked the long shaft, meeting her lips and sliding back down. The movements were slow and methodical, like she was working up to something, but not wanting it to happen too soon. The man had his thick fingers running through Lori's hair, forearms helping her head to keep the correct pace.
Christina raised the camera and clicked two photos, not taking the time to make sure they were even in focus. She felt her breast thicken and nipples poke out the thin material of her shirt. A small dampness was forming between her legs. As Lori continued to slurp up this man's cock, she switched the camera to video and started to record her friend, as she had asked. Lori's lips reached the bulbous head of the dark cock and sucked hard for a moment, sinking in her cheeks, then popping off it with a loud snap, she raised the shaft and licked up the underside, the flat of her tongue covering it. Keeping her eyes up on his, she reached the top of the glistening head and blew on it through pursed lips.
"You like that Terry?" She smiled up at him.
"Oh yes." The familiar voice rang out.
"Then tell me Terry," She rose up. "Tell me what you want. Tell me how long you have been wanting this."
