Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of eighteen. This is the second installment of the three-part series "Befriending Becca." This story contains some light anal play.
Enjoy!
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Alex thrusts his cock deeper into Katie's pussy, his face buried against her shoulder. Kissing her neck as he pounds her.
Katie sighs. She wraps her legs around his waist and clutches his shoulders tighter. "Oh god, oh god!"
Alex pounds her with abandon. Fucking her as hard as he ever does. He'll come soon, she's certain. After all, she knows his signs well. And exactly what'll push him over the edge.
"Fuck me!" she whispers. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Katie feels him swell inside her.
Here we go.
Alex pushes his cock as deep into Katie as it'll go, holding it in place. Grunting as he comes. Katie clamps down on his cock, feeling every throb. Every last lingering pulse.
He lifts his head. They stare into each other's eyes, Alex thrusting gently. They share a warm, loving kiss.
Alex pulls out of her. They lay on their backs next to each other. Katie stares up at the ceiling fan turning around. Blowing cool air on her bare skin.
"That was so damn hot," Alex says.
Katie turns on her side, rubbing his chest.
"I can't get over it," Alex says. "It's so fucking incredible."
Katie rests her head on his shoulder. Tonight was extra passionate, wasn't it? How could it be otherwise, given the circumstances?
"Whattaya say I go downstairs and pour us each a glass of wine?" Katie says.
"Sounds great," Alex says.
She kisses his cheek. "I'll be right back."
Katie goes downstairs without getting dressed. Why bother? The kids are up in Maine with her parents. Alex and Katie have the house all to themselves.
She opens the fridge, peering inside. Hungry all of a sudden.
She finds the ziploc with the cheeses they bought last week at that place in Bucks County. That was forever ago, before Becca started housesitting for Dr. Goldstein across the street. Beautiful Becca. So young. Only twenty-three compared to Katie's forty-six.
Becca. Becca, Becca.
Katie gets out the cutting board and a long, rectangular plate. She slices a few bricks of cheese, arranging them artistically on the plate.
She grabs a bottle of cabernet out of the wine fridge in the pantry, pouring them each a generous glass. She was standing in this exact spot two hours ago when she told Alex about her and Becca. Alex was sitting at the kitchen island.
Katie started off sly. "Remember that girl Becca? You know her, Dr. Goldstein's housesitter."
Alex looked confused. "Of course I
remember
Becca. I fixed her bike the other day. Why?"
Why, indeed.
Katie relished the moment. Saying nothing. Waiting for him to ask.
"What about her?" he said again.
She shrugged, pouring him a glass of wine. "It's nothing, really."
She handed him his glass, trying to hold back a smirk and failing.
He saw right through her, though, didn't he? He read her expression and knew she was up to something. "Nice try. What about her?"
She took a sip and shrugged. "I fucked her this afternoon."
Alex's jaw hung open. His eyes blazed with joy.
Katie pretended not to notice. "The oven should be ready in just a minute. I'm starving."
"Wait, wait," Alex said. "Say that again."
"I'm starving."
"No, the thing before that."
This is too easy.
"The oven should be ready in just a minute. I preheated it to three-fifty."
"The thing about Becca," he says.
"Becca? You mean from across the street?"
He smiled. "You're an evil woman. How many girls do you know named Becca?"
Damn, this is fun
. "Her? We went for a walk at the reservoir this afternoon."
"And?"
Katie sipped more wine, shrugging. "It was terribly crowded. Camp groups all over the place. You know how much I hate it when it gets crowded there. I know it's not actually
my
park, but still."
He sighs.
"So we went on the Cove Trail," Katie continued. "You know it, right? It's that one that climbs up the ridge over the pond."
He nodded. "Yes. I know the Cove Trail."
Of course he knew. He knows every inch of the sprawling park. "That's when that storm came rolling in. You know, it wasn't supposed to rain until later."
He rolled his eyes. "That's correct."
"How'd they get the forecast so wrong? You'd think with all the satellites and computer models, they'd be able to predict that better."
Alex sighed. "You'd think. What happened next?"
He's right. I'm evil.
"We got caught up in it. Isn't that terrible?"
"You seem okay," he said.
"We made a dash for that bird-watching blind by the edge of the pond. The swans that live there were huddled by the shore. A storm like that must be so frightening for them."
He bit his lower lip. "I'm sure. Back to you and Becca."
She shrugged. He was onto her game, wasn't he? So much the better to prolong his agony. "I mean, the poor things. What must they make of all that thunder and lightning?"
"I'm sure they're used to it. Please continue."
"We took shelter huddled in the corner of the blind. Thunder was booming, lightning was striking. You should have seen the pond! It's surface looked like it was boiling because it was raining so hard."
He took a sip of wine. "You paint a vivid picture."
He's surrendered, hasn't he? Good boy.
Resistance is futile.
"We were huddled in the corner out of the rain. We had our arms around each other and it was pouring all around us, water flowing over our sneakers. Mine are ruined, by the way."
"I'll buy you a new pair."
She sipped more wine. "You already have. They arrive tomorrow. Anywho, next thing you know we were kissing. Becca's
really
good at kissing."
Alex grinned ear-to-ear. He was so cute. "Yeah? You and Becca? Kissing?"
"Well, making-out," Katie said. "We were all over each other. God, that girl's tongue."
"Whoa."
"Anyhow," Katie said. "We came back here."
"Of course."
"We were soaked and filthy. I mean, you can imagine."
He nodded. "I certainly can."
"So we ran upstairs and took a shower together."
"Together," he said. "You showered together."
"Indeed. That was so much fun. Then I took her into our bed."
The joyful look on his face was priceless. "Did you?"
"Twice."
"Twice?"
Katie grinned. "Twice."
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Katie shakes her head. She places the wine and cheese plate on a tray, heading back upstairs. She pauses in the foyer, looking across the street. Dr. Goldstein's house is dark except for a solitary light upstairs.
All that house and sweet Becca alone in it. Wouldn't it be nice if Becca could join Katie and Alex? No more lonely nights for her!
But how does one brooch
that
subject with her? Then again, Katie told Becca about Roxanne. That's all the seed Becca would need to come up with the idea herself.
Katie goes upstairs. Her bare feet are quiet on the hardwood floors.
How they managed to get through dinner is a mystery to Katie. They did, somehow, doing the dishes together. Smiles passing between them. When the last dish was put away, Alex turned to Katie. He took her by the hand and led her upstairs.
The fucking which followed! It started with Katie sharing every detail of fucking Becca. The entire play-by-play. As Becca wished.
Alex lay next to Katie in bed, jerking off as she narrated everything.
No detail was omitted: The taste of Becca's pussy. Her sensitive nipples. How she liked her clit licked Or the way Becca ate Katie's pussy with such passion.
"Goddamn," Katie whispered in his ear. "Let me tell you, that girl knows how to lick some pussy!"
"I'm gonna come just thinking about it."
"Wouldn't you rather fuck me instead?" Katie said. "Lay back. Let me ride you while you picture me fucking sweet young Becca right here in our bed."
His eyes rolled back. "I love you so fucking much."
"And I love you. Now get into position, boy! Move!"
Their subsequent fucking was raw and uninhibited. Nothing like a little lesbian sex with a woman half Katie's age to spice things up with her husband.
Alex is in the shower when Katie reaches their bedroom. She sets the platter on the bed and places his glass on the nightstand. She lays on her side next to the tray, sipping her wine.
She sighs. There's nothing like fucking a woman and then a man in the same day, is there? The only thing that beats it is at the same time.
Back to
that
idea again, huh? That wouldn't be something Becca would be up for, would it?
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Becca scans Dr. Goldstein's collection of scotch. It's all top-shelf. He insisted she drink whatever she wants from it, though.
"Consider it your own," he'd said. "I'll be insulted if you don't."
She looks over the single malts, trying to decide. Alyssa introduced her to that particular passion her sophomore year of college. The dude she dated after Alyssa for a few months was even more into scotch.
She shakes her head. What does it say when, at twenty-three, she's dated not one but two whiskey snobs?
Becca selects a bottle of Aberlour A'Bunadh Single Malt. Dr. Goldstein has three bottles of it on hand. The money he makes doing boob jobs is astounding. It's almost enough to make Becca reconsider oncology.
She pours a generous amount over ice and adds a splash of water. She goes upstairs,delighting in the joy of walking around this giant, empty house naked.
Becca glances out the window. Katie's house is dark even though the sun's barely down. They're going at it right now, aren't they? Of course they are! Becca urged Katie to share every detail from this afternoon with him.
"He'll be out of his mind," Katie said.
Becca sighs. Too bad she's not with them right now. But how does one bring-up
that
? Then again, Katie
did
mention how she and Alex get together with their lady friend up in Vermont on occasion.
Becca sips the whiskey, twisting her nipple with her free hand. If only she were across the street right now. Laying back, Katie going down on Becca while getting hammered from behind by Alex. Or maybe it's Becca's face buried in Katie's pussy while Alex fucks Becca's other end.
Even better.
So what if they're twice her age? The idea of being Alex and Katie's college age sex toy makes her stomach feel flush.
Fuck, yeah
.
Becca goes into the bedroom. She puts down her glass and gets out her vibrator. She lays back, sucking it while she's fingers herself. Pretending it's Alex's cock.
Betcha Katie's sucking his dick right now. Yeah.
