Disclaimer: Although inspired from real life events, this is essentially a fictional story. All characters are 18 years old or older.
Part 1: Mark
My name is Anna. In the fall of last year, I moved from the suburbs of Seattle, Washington, to the suburbs of Los Angeles, California, and I enrolled at UCLA. Finally, I had moved out from my parents' house. I was living in a shared apartment, had a roommate, Paula, and studying social sciences. I was now a second-year college student. All was going great: classes were interesting, assignments annoying, but had to be done. Usually, I had lectures in the morning, then in the afternoon I was used to go to a coffee place to revise some notes while sipping a coffee and chill at the same time. The time with Paula, the weekends especially, was so good. We got along really well. But this is not about Paula.
One afternoon, while working on an essay, some guy asked if I would mind if he sat at the same table as me. Without even looking away from my laptop screen, I said "Of course!"
"Here, this is for you." he said, offering me a cup of coffee. I later realized he had written "Thanks!", his phone number, and signed Mark on it.
"Why is this?"
"Just to thank you for your kindness. This place is so busy, and I am in the need to sit and take my time to sip my coffee!"
"Would you mind disposing of my cup when you leave? I got to go urgently", he said after receiving a text message, and left all of a sudden. When I picked it up, I found out his name and his phone number.
A few days later I texted him and we went on a real coffee date. I like coffee dates. They are the perfect, non-compromising way to start knowing somebody. Besides, it was also the way I met Paula and found a room in her apartment. Mark and I hit it off immediately and from that time on we were inseparable, had a great time and great sex. Paula could testify that.
I went through our story so far real quick, but there are a lot of events that happened, which are less relevant right now. Paula could testify also that.
After a few weeks, we, well, I decided that Mark was the right guy, and it was about time to introduce him to my family. So, I phoned my mom, booked all needed reservations, and for Thanksgiving we would have travelled back to suburban Seattle.
I also sent a message to my schoolfriend Alex, hoping for her to be around.
Sorry, Banana, will be visiting my dad in Portland.
Banana is her nickname for me, because she found funny the alliteration. Let's leave it at that.
Never mind, we will see each other another time, maybe in LA
I messaged back.
Mom and dad came to the airport to pick us up. To my surprise they were both very in-tune with Mark from the very first instant they met him. Was this a good sign?
When my dad parked on the driveway, I was so happy to be back in familiar grounds, with someone I really liked. We entered the house and I headed for my old room with my backpack on my shoulders. I had assumed that Mark would have slept in my sisters' room, however, mom shouted from the living room: "April is coming too for the weekend, so you two have to share your room. Hope you don't mind." I wasn't too surprised of hearing that my older sister would have joined; after all, I was bringing home my boyfriend. "Ok, we can work it out!" I replied. Even though we had done it many times before, I wasn't too happy to share my bed with April, but then I didn't want to create any friction and I didn't complain.
I indicated Mark to follow me, and let him in my room, while I went to April's. In this way we would have shared hers, rather than mine, and Mark would be in mine.
My room was still the same: same posters on the walls, the usual books on the bookshelf, my desk, with still the same lamp on it. And the bottom drawer still closed, the key safely on my keyring. I didn't keep many secrets in there, only a few memories that I didn't want to lose, and some personal items I didn't want anyone to know about.
That evening we had a light dinner, with the usual light chatter, my parents trying hard and succeeding in making Mark feel very comfortable. Then we moved to the living room and the TV was on. I am not sure what it was showing, as I was deep immersed in my little happy place; nevertheless, I did have the feeling that the evening was going well. At some point my parents said goodnight and retreated to their bedroom. Mark and I decided to follow suit. Mark was about to close the door to my bedroom, when I sneaked in. Naughty me, I had already disobeyed my mom wishes; hopefully she wouldn't find out.
"So, what do you think?", I asked him.
"About what? You have to be a little more specific. Here all seems to be wonderful. Honestly, even though you assured me that your parents were very open-minded, I didn't expect such a warm treatment."
"I find it a little odd too, but what can I do. Let's take it. Oh, one thing... let's behave, ok?"
"Again, don't be too cryptic. I am a man after all, so you have to spell it out for me, especially at this time at night, when I am so tired that I could fall asleep while standing on one leg."
"You know what I mean", I said with a grin on my face "I am supposed to be in April's room, so, no noise, no sex. I would feel very embarrassed, if my parent would hear us..." I said matter-of-factly, then I added: "However, they will be going out early tomorrow morning to go to a local market just outside town and, you know, one can get the best deals early in the morning. So, tomorrow morning we could..." and I put my hand under is shirt and caressed his rippled abs, then moved it up to find his pecs, searched his nipples and titillated them; I knew he was loving it.
"You little devil!" he said, letting out a little moan, closing his eyes and enjoying my fingers playing with his nipples, which were hardening under my touch.
"But what about your sister? Is she not supposed to share with you?"
"Knowing April, she won't arrive before lunch, so I wouldn't worry about her."
April lived in a condo in a nearby town. She is two years older than me and works for a tech company. In the Seattle area everybody seemed to work for tech or computer companies, aeronautics or coffee chains. Go figure!
"Hmm, ok then! I promise I'll behave" and he gave me a gentle peck on the lips.
We did carry on with small talk and light flirting for a few more minutes, then we got changed into our pjs and climbed into bed. After a few cuddles I went to the bathroom, which is just next to mine and my sister's bedroom, my parents' have an on suite, and got ready for the night. Mark did the same after me.
In bed, we cuddled a little more, and went a little further into full foreplay, my hands grabbing and tugging Mark's cock, while his hand massaged my pussy. We realized we were getting aroused and that the point of no return was approaching fast. With much regret, we decided to stop and try to sleep. Mark spooned me, his body pressed against mine, his hard cock pressing on my ass with every breath, his hands cupping my breasts. I have a full A cup which grows to a tiny B cup when my breasts swell during my period. He likes it because his hands can cup my breasts fully, his fingers resting lightly on my perky nipples. He rested his nose on my neck, gave me a goodnight kiss and he was soon out for the night. I closed my eyes and fell asleep too, while enjoying the feeling of having my man holding me and stimulating me at the same time.
The morning after, we woke up pretty late. We were both very horny and we wanted to do only one thing... fuck each other in my bed, in my bedroom, at my parents' house. I was sure my parents had gone out already, but I went out of my room and looked around the house.
They had gone and April had yet to arrive, so I went back to my room. I climbed on top of Mark. I started kissing and biting his neck. He did kiss back my neck, his hands wondering on my back, going from my shoulders down to my ass, spreading and squeezing my ass cheeks. I was feeling both my pussy and my asshole slightly pulling open with each spreading of my ass cheeks. I could feel his cock getting hard while I was grinding my crotch against it, my clit starting to plump up, my pussy getting wet and on fire. Soon I took off my top and removed his. He grabbed my tits, squeezed them, fondled them, sucked on my nipples. All of this was getting him as harder as I never felt him before, and me so wet that my pjs' bottoms were almost soaked with my pussy juices. I took his hands off my breasts and locked them over his head, while kissing his neck, then down to his chest. I took his nipples in my mouth, one at a time, and suck on them, then I moved down to his abs. I grabbed the hem of his boxers with my teeth and removed them to show his cock erected in its full glory. I did take is cock in my hands, dripped some saliva on it and started stroking it. I felt it growing harder, the veins of its shaft contrasting with the smoothness of its head. Then I gave it a few long licks from as far down as I could, as close as possible to his asshole, all the way up to its tip. I took it in my mouth and sucked it, while moving my hand up and down slowly. I stimulated the back of its head with my tongue. I was enjoying blowing him, until I felt the first big jolt of a cock ready to fuck.
