Following The Rules

So my boyfriend told me that he'd be studying abroad. And maybe, I might have been just a little bit pissed.

I'd met Adam when I was a freshman and fell hopelessly in love. We'd planned on moving in together at the start of my junior year.

So yeah, no. This news did not make me happy.

The worst of it was that he'd waited 'til June to let me know. Seriously, like what the actual fuck? When I calmly asked why he'd waited so long to spill, Adam said, "I'm sorry babe. I didn't want to upset you."

Of course we had a big fight. And of course, we fucked like bunnies to make up.

So fine, he'd be gone for a year. We'd be ok, love conquers all. But I was still fucked in the bad way.

You see, I'd been scouting out places for us. We'd talked the whole year about moving in together. And now, all of my friends had their housing set up for the next year, but not me.

I was panicking when I stumbled across a listing for a house. It was close to campus. Adam and I went to check it out. It was owned by an older guy- like 30 or so- named Mark. He explained that he'd recently divorced, the place was too big for just him and figured a tenant could help with the mortgage.

I liked the house and Mark seemed cool enough. I was worried he'd try to act like my dad, but you know, I guess that was stupid. We would be roommates, nothing else, no big deal.

The only thing that worried me was when I caught Mark checking me out. I mentioned it to Adam that night as we went over the pros and cons. "Babe, come on," Adam said. "You're hot and you know it. My boys always check you out. It'd be weird if he didn't."

I supposed that to be true enough.

I mean, I am fit and I love my boobs. They're 30b, which look kinda big on my petite frame. When I was about 15, guys said that I was cute. When I left for college, I guess I was prettier or maybe just a bit sexier than cute. I dunno. I'm not tall with big bouncy boobs. "Hot," is a description of me that I reject.

Still, my green eyes and long black hair do tend to draw attention, I guess. But look, I'm only 5'1" and my ass is just too small. I mean it's firm and all that, but I've never been accused of having a bubble butt.

But Adam was right, in that Mark was harmless. And so what if he checked me out? It wasn't like I was any better. For example, what drew me to Adam were his abs. I noticed him in the gym and it took two months of me shamelessly flirting before he finally asked me out.

Our relationship was originally based on fucking, but that mutual lust grew into something that was much more.

Wait, what was I talking about? Oh! The house!

Yeah, I signed the lease, moved in in August and Mark was cool with Adam crashing there until his flight. I really appreciated that. We didn't see much of Mark. He was either at work or in his room most days.

In the days before Adam left, we talked about ground rules. So long as he didn't fuck some chick and I didn't let some guy fuck me, we were golden. We talked about making the rules more specific, but Adam said, "Come on, Elise. That's all that really matters." And he was right, though if the truth be told, I'd have added just a few more things for clarity.

I don't know if it's a flaw or a feature, but I thrive on order. That's why I'm studying accounting. Follow the rules and the numbers will come out exactly as they should. Heck, I knew that it wasn't necessary for us to say we wouldn't fuck other people, but saying it out loud made me feel a lot better- more secure, I guess.

It's stupid, I know, but that's how my brain works.

So I drove Adam to the airport and cried like a little kid all the way home. I was going to miss him so much. But thank God it wasn't like when my parents were kids. Did you know that people used to have to write things on paper, put it in an envelope and buy a stamp just to say, "Hi,"?

That's crazy, right?

Of course I know about the postal system, but I never got a letter or anything like that. I swear, for the longest time I thought mail was just something you

put straight into the recycling bin.

I'm sure I could live without the internet, but is that really a life worth living? The jury is still out on that one.

#

So anyway, Adam was gone and I was sad. I studied and went out, but that was becoming a bit of a problem. Hot guys would hit on me. I shot them down, obviously. But if I was a bit drunk, I found myself wondering a few times, "What if?"

Judge me all you want, whatever. I have a really high sex drive and some of those guys were fucking gorgeous. I remember getting wet once when this one dude whispered all the dirty things he wanted to do to me into my ear. I almost felt guilty about it but then I remembered the agreement: No fucking. So I didn't fuck that guy. I did, however, cum twice thinking about what he'd said after I got home.

Again, not a breaking of the rules.

But it did get me to think. I could imagine crossing that line if I was lonely, drunk and horny. And with two of the three being a constant, I needed to govern myself. So I stayed home more, talked to Adam as much as I could and sent him vids and pics and dirty voice notes so that he wouldn't forget all that he'd left behind.

"Hey Elise," Mark said to me one Friday evening as I was making dinner. He'd just gotten home from work. "What are your plans for tonight?" He'd always ask when our paths crossed like this. It was chit chat and I'd usually talk about a party or a bar where I'd planned to meet up with friends.

"Nothing," I replied. "I need to take a break from having fun."

Mark nodded appreciatively. "I know that feeling. So what are you making? It smells delicious."

"Chicken quesadillas. Can I make you a plate?" I'd made similar offers before, but Mark had always politely refused.

I was mildly surprised when he said, "That would be great."

So I made dinner and we ate at the dining room table like actual adults. It was surprisingly cool. We really didn't know one another very well and chatted long after we'd finished eating. I loved when he insisted on cleaning up after. Adam had never done that, but I guess that I'd always let it slide because damn, my boyfriend was a stud.

What's weird though is that my perception of Mark changed. I guess he wasn't that old at 31. I mean yeah, he was far too old to hang out with, but that was about it. He easily made me laugh and came to realize that Mark was actually kind of cute. He wasn't cut like Adam, but he was definitely in good shape.

If I was older or he was younger, I could have pictured myself having a crush on him. But that wasn't the case, so I didn't.

We were much more comfortable around each other after that dinner. He'd leave his bedroom more often and we'd regularly have great conversations. I caught Mark checking me out more frequently, but I didn't mind, not even a little. Instead, it made me feel tingly. The thought of a man- an actual grown up adult!- finding me attractive was sexy.

Nothing would happen though. Looking was just fine.

#

Our relationship continued to evolve. I found that I enjoyed living there and being around Mark. Before, I had always worn my bra at home. I'd also not change out of the clothes I'd worn to class until I went to bed.

But do you wanna know something? I fucking hate bras. They get hot and since my boobs aren't big, I really didn't need one. Small and perky does have its advantages. So I relaxed and dressed more casually. It was often my very cute pajama bottoms and one of my tank tops.

I swear, I wasn't trying to tease Mark. He definitely noticed but never said anything. There was this one time I caught him looking at my boobs. He blushed and looked away. I laughed until I realized that my nipples were hard. Motherfucker! At that point, I might as well have been topless.

But Mark was cool. He tried his best to play it off. I kind of liked that. It was sexy. Later that night, I imagined him stroking his dick as he imagined fucking me. Not gonna lie: That made me crazy horny and so I rubbed my clit. I came just from knowing that I'd turned Mark on.

I would accidentally tease Mark from then on. Ok, fine, maybe it wasn't completely accidental. I just loved knowing that I got him a little spun up.

It wasn't anything too scandalous. For example, sometimes I'd accidentally brush my boobs against his arm or back. Sometimes I wore shorts and tops from high school that clung to my skin. My nipples would get hard and my clit would tingle. Sexy? Yes. Cheating? No.

Soon enough, the nature of our relationship changed again, but this time it wasn't my fault.

On my 21st birthday in November, Mark was in the kitchen. I was in just my top and pajama bottoms and in desperate need of coffee. As I walked down the hall, he said, "Come here, birthday girl!" Mark was clearly in a good mood and looked a bit handsome in his khakis and crisp white shirt.

I dunno what happened, but he gave me a bear hug and for some reason, my clit began to throb. I could feel my pussy getting wet as the hug lingered longer than it should have. I can't swear to it, but I think I felt him get hard.

What the actual fuck! This was not good.

When he left, my mind was reeling a bit. I didn't know what to make of it. Part of me wanted to be angry with Mark. He knew I had a boyfriend, for fuck's sake! I imagined telling Mark off that night or the next day.

But this conviction was undercut by the fact that my pajama bottoms and panties were off. I was rubbing my pussy, thinking of Mark getting hard and wanting to fuck me. As I continued to play, I felt frustrated. I kind of wished he'd have made a bigger play. The thought of him fucking me made me cum incredibly hard.

As I changed my sheets, I was annoyed with myself. I loved the hug and even how wet it had made me. I just couldn't be mad at him. As for myself, I was a little. I even felt a bit guilty and thought of my agreement with Adam. The rule hadn't been broken, but still.

I needed to draw a line. If this continued, I might want more and maybe Mark would too. Yeah, this hugging bullshit needed to stop.

#

My red line survived for about twenty four hours.

The next morning, I had a hangover and felt like death. Mark saw me, gave me another big hug out of pity and told me to go to bed. "Tell me what you need and I'll take care of it.

I loved that. He was so sweet and kind. And for some inexplicable reason, the feel of his embrace made my head feel a lot better.

I shouldn't have been surprised. I thrive on physical contact and affection. I adore being held so fucking much, oh my God, you have no idea.

I decided that my red line had been a hasty overreaction. He'd hugged me. So what? It wasn't like I was going to let Mark fuck me or anything. I mean, sure, we both probably got turned on, but what of it? That's just a natural biological reaction.

After that, I started hugging Mark for just about any reason and he did the same. Good news? Hug. Bad news? Hug. Just in need of a hug? Hug.

This felt normal, even when I could feel him get hard. I didn't mind because it turned me on like crazy. It would have been murder on my self esteem if it made me horny but not him, you know? I just figured it to be a very sexy, unspoken compliment.

I still continued to go out, especially now that I didn't need a fake ID. The temptation I felt for those guys who'd hit on me was pretty much gone. It was strange: Lately, whenever I got a bit drunk, all I wanted to do was go home. And then maybe I could give Mark an innocent hug for just being awesome.

I had a night like that a few weeks later, Mark was in his room when I got back. I was disappointed and was really tempted to knock on his door. But I didn't. I might have been drunk, but I wasn't that drunk.

So I went to my room and got ready for bed.

Me and Adam had always slept naked. But once he left, I felt more comfortable in pajama pants and a t-shirt. But sometime around my birthday, I began to sleep in just my t-shirt and panties. I guess it was a symptom of feeling comfortable and safe around Mark.

With that said, I wasn't so wild as to leave my room in just panties. My ass may not be big, but it still looks amazing, especially when I'm rocking a thong. Showing off to Mark would have been too far, even by my standards.

After I changed, I remembered that I needed to brush my teeth and maybe go potty. I thought about putting on my PJ bottoms, but didn't bother. Mark was in bed and I was a bit wobbly from the alcohol. It wouldn't be ideal if Mark caught me in just my panties; it also wouldn't have been the end of the world.

I was startled when I stepped into the hallway. Mark was in the kitchen. I quickly recovered and said, "You're awake!" A bit too excitedly. "One second!" I then rushed into the bathroom, peed, washed my hands and brushed my teeth. When I stepped out, I asked, "So what are you doing up?"

For whatever reason, the idea of Mark seeing me in my tank and black thong was no longer a concern. It was actually kind of exciting.

"I was just pouring myself a drink," He said, his eyes lingering a bit. He was only wearing athletic shorts and looked hot for an older guy. Fuck! You have Adam! Don't think that! "Would you like for me to pour you something?" He asked.

I was drunk, so of course not. But since I was drunk, I said, "I would love that." As he was getting out a tumbler, I just felt this wave of affection. Mark was kind, a good friend and never hesitated if I needed a hand. He was the older brother I never had who I sort of wanted to fuck.

I hugged him from behind. "What's that for?" He asked as he laughed a bit. "Not that I'm complaining."

"Because I came home because I missed you and wanted to hug you and got sad because you were in bed and..." I drunkenly rambled on. I do that. I was giggling and feeling a bit silly. And maybe horny, too. Check that. I was definitely horny.

"You need to let go if I'm going to get you a drink."

"No," I said, almost sounding petulant. I liked hugging him too much to let go. "Why are you drinking so late?"

"Couldn't sleep. I was just letting my worries get the best of me."

Suddenly, I felt all protective. I didn't like the thought of Mark worrying about anything. I insisted that we go to the couch. It wasn't just because I was having dirty thoughts. I really did care about him, and the thought of Mark feeling sad or stressed really concerned me.

For his part, Mark didn't argue or resist.

So there we were on the couch, sitting side by side. I leaned against him, then wrapped my arms around him. The embrace was awkward and a bit uncomfortable, but not so uncomfortable as to make me let go.

"So what's worrying you?" He tried to evade the question, but eventually opened up. I got a bit jealous- which is weird!- when he said that he still loved his ex wife. She'd moved on while he hadn't. That broke my heart.

Mark eventually leaned back with me firmly holding on. He was now laying length wise on the couch. Since there was no room for me to sit, I crawled on top and rested my head against Mark's chest. Fuck, I loved this. I missed it so much. I thought of Adam, followed by a brief stab of guilt.

Mark's dick was getting hard. Fuck! I could feel it pressing against me. I might have positioned myself- maybe accidentally, who's to say?- so that his cock was right against my pussy. I really wanted to grind on him.

As much as the idea turned me on, it spooked me. This was getting to be too much. I should've gotten up. I should've gone to bed, but I didn't. Not yet. The warmth of the alcohol, the warmth of Mark's body, and the warmth in my pussy convinced me to linger.

The agreement popped into my head. Maybe I really didn't have to go. Mark and I were cuddling and definitely not fucking. I ran the numbers and it checked out: I was in the clear.

I felt my hips begin to move and started to rub my tingly pussy against that big dick. "Elise, sweetheart," Mark asked, "What are you doing?"

"Getting more comfortable," I muttered, trying to sound innocent, but my slight slur killed the affectation. "You're my friend, Mark. I just don't want you to feel lonely or anything." It seemed like he wanted to say something, but must have thought better of it.

My pussy was aching. The feel of his big hard cock felt so good on my clit. I wiggled and got even more turned on when I thought about how my panties and his thin shorts were the only things that were keeping his dick from sliding into my needy little cunt.

The thought of ripping off his shorts formed in my head a few times. But I resisted. Rules, you know?

And then I felt Mark grinding against me as he kissed my forehead. A slight groan escaped his throat. That was so intense that I rubbed against his cock faster and harder. I looked up, kissing his chin, his powerful jawline.

He went faster too. God, I wanted him to fuck me, but rules, damn it, rules! A short time later, he gripped me tight. I could feel him cumming. Knowing that it was me who'd just made him explode in his shorts was insanely hot. I humped faster and faster until I felt my own orgasm. It hit like a wave and washed through my body for a breathtakingly long moment.

I couldn't stop myself and gave Mark a long, deep kiss. We then kissed again and again. I could feel him getting hard. If we didn't stop, I was going to be riding his dick soon. But rules!

So I reluctantly broke away from the kissing and felt such need as I looked into those arctic blue eyes. I had to admit it, Mark was hot too. Not like Adam, though. No abs, fewer well defined muscles. But Mark easily made up for that with his maturity and intelligence.

I wanted Mark so bad, but I couldn't, we couldn't. With no small amount of regret I said, "That was way too fun. I think that's why I should go to bed now."

Mark didn't want me to go, but understood. When I got to my room, I closed the door and took off my damp underwear. I rubbed my clit and came again. I still felt drunk. I was also tired and horny. I fell asleep while lazily rubbing my pussy, blissfully unaware of the days to come.

#

My eyes popped open the next morning. I thought of the previous night. I felt sick. Guilt and embarrassment coursed through my veins. I didn't have an excuse. I was drunk, sure, but I knew what I was doing. Mark was probably disgusted by the fact that I was a cheating slut. I wanted to die right then and there.

So I avoided Mark. I couldn't face him. And part of me was angry because he didn't shut me down like he should have. I'd made a mistake.

But I didn't tell Adam, nor would I. We had our agreement, so really I'd done nothing wrong. Technically at least.

Mark noticed. He correctly read the room and gave me space. I knew that he felt terrible as well. We'd messed up a good thing. I didn't know what to do, so I pretended that it had never happened.

A few weeks later, it was Christmas. I went home for a few days, but the house was packed with relatives. I'd been relegated to an air mattress, which was not cool. Since Mark was gone, I cut the trip short and drove back. I was looking forward to being alone so that I could think.

When I pulled into the driveway, I saw Mark's truck. Great. No alone time. I'd have to go back into hiding.

He was on the couch when I walked in. He helped me carry my stuff in. Before I could close my bedroom door, Mark asked, "Can we talk?"

"Sure," I said. I wasn't excited about it, but we needed to. I'd just been delaying the inevitable. So we sat on the couch apart from each other. "I guess this is about that night?"

"Yes."

"Look dude, it happened, it shouldn't have, and I've been feeling like shit."

"I figured as much," Mark said. "I played my role in it, so it's not on you. How did Adam take it? I understand if he doesn't want us to talk."

I hesitated, then admitted, "He doesn't know."

This seemed to make Mark both uncomfortable and relieved. "Oh. I just thought you'd have-"

"I didn't," I said. "I would if it had been part of the agreement." Mark asked about what we'd agreed to, so I explained.

"So you didn't do anything wrong," Mark concluded.

"Technically no, but-"

Mark interrupted: "Yes or no: Did you violate your compact?"

"No, but-."

Mark cut me off again. He turned to an imaginary judge and said, "No more questions your honor. The defense rests."

That made me laugh for the first time in weeks. "Fine. I get it. No jury would convict me even if I am a slut."

"You're not a slut," He insisted.

"Mark, I have my boyfriend and you know exactly what happened."

"Here's how I see it: We're both lonely, we really care about each other and got carried away," Mark reasonably explained. "I don't like how things are right now."

"Me neither."

"All right, then, Mark said confidently. "Let's at least stop acting weird and go back to being the friends that we are."

"You've been feeling weird, too?" I asked.

"Of course! You hiding and saying the bare minimum to me kind of had that effect. I felt bad about that night, but now I'm feeling better. I hope that you are too."

"Maybe a little better," I conceded. "But why do you feel better? What's changed?"

"I understand your agreement. Since you didn't break it, neither of us should feel bad."

Mark had a point, but I wasn't so certain. "Maybe," I said.

"Let's just get back to normal. Watch a movie with me later. I insist."

"Well, only because you insist," I said, feeling a smile take form. I really wanted things to be cool between us. I liked Mark a lot. It occurred to me that he felt as protective of me as I did for him. This talk, I suspect, had been for my sake, not his.

A few hours later, I joined him and we watched a movie. We both had a couple of drinks and chatted. Soon, we were teasing one another about that night and making off color jokes. It was fun and flirty, but not too flirty.

The hold of the guilt seemed to loosen by not burying what had happened. Somehow, that dreadful feeling lost its power when dragged into the sunlight.

We weren't back to normal, or at least not yet. For instance, we didn't touch; on the other hand, I got a bit tingly when Mark observed, "Elise, I think we just need to face facts. We both have high sex drives and are sexually frustrated. It is what it is."

"I know..." I said with a bit of a whine. "I wish there was something to be done about it." Mark was silent for too long, so I glanced over at him. "What?" I asked.

Mark shrugged. "Maybe now that we know and accept who we are, we can just be more open about it."

"What do you mean?" I asked suspiciously. "If you think that we're gonna fool around again, come on dude, that just ain't gonna happen."

"No, of course not," Mark said quickly. "Look, I'm horny most of the time. I've tried to hide it from you. I just didn't want you to feel uncomfortable."

I wasn't quite tracking what he was getting at. "Ok..."

"I was paranoid, thinking you'd hear me taking care of myself," He explained. "But now, I'm thinking that it wouldn't bother you if you knew or heard what I was doing."

"No, of course it wouldn't. I understand that you have needs."

He raised his tumbler and gave me a salute. "I know that it's different for women, but if you were ever to do something like that, I think it's cool."

This was dangerous territory, and yet, it was also too interesting to shy back from. "Ok buddy," I said, "But you're not allowed to complain when you hear porn coming from my room or me moaning."

Mark blushed. "Fair enough," he said.

We'd gone a bit too far, and he sensed it. We changed topics and chatted a bit more. He then gave me a chaste hug and went to bed.

Later, when I went to the bathroom, I thought I could hear Mark masturbating. I wasn't certain, so I became still and listened.

Fuck. He was. Mark was stroking his cock and thinking about me. I closed the door to my room and took off my wet panties. I rubbed my clit hard and fast. I was moaning a bit louder than usual as I came.

I doubt that Mark heard me. But I kind of hoped that he did. I loved making him horny. It was a turn on that made me feel so fucking sexy. There was no point in me pretending otherwise.

#

Mark and I returned to a happy normal over the next couple of weeks. We were hugging again and spent most nights hanging out. He'd often watch a basketball game as I studied. I didn't object when he put his arm around me, and he didn't mind when I leaned against him.

I still desperately missed Adam, but just hanging out with my older roommate made life so much better. I trusted him, I felt safe, and I cared about Mark.

The only troubling thing was that we made each other horny. Neither of us hid it, to the point that we openly flirted. Mark was going to the gym now, and loved to tease me by not wearing a shirt. He knew that it turned me on and laughed whenever I had to excuse myself so that I could play.

I was much too mature to retaliate... Ok, that's bullshit. I teased him right back. I pretty much only wore my sexiest panties and tiniest t-shirts at home. I would find any reason to show off for him. I'd reach up in long feline stretches, or bend over to pick something up. And of course, we'd innocently brush against each other.

I loved whenever Mark would start to get hard. That was just encouragement to me, and then I'd laugh when he had to excuse himself. After one such playful afternoon, I heard him growl, "Elise," from his bedroom.

Fucker! He'd done that on purpose. I knew that he was trying to turn me on.

And of course, it worked. As I rubbed my clit and toyed with my nipples, I imagined Mark fucking me. I moaned, "Fuck me Mark." Yeah, that set me off. Afterwards, Mark gave me a look as if he were intrigued. I guess I'd moaned that a bit louder than I'd intended. Oops.

This was sexy for both of us. I didn't feel guilty. This was all well within the rules. And Mark and I weren't being too sexual with each other. Like, it wasn't his fault that I got turned on watching him walk around in just gym shorts. And it wasn't my fault that he got horny from looking at me in my tiny panties.

In late January, I showered and got dressed for class. I was running late, and wasn't able to match my bra and underwear. I just grabbed what was in my drawer and rushed out.

As had become normal, I stripped down to just my underwear and a shirt once I got home. When Mark walked in, I was watching a reality show. He changed into his athletic shorts and joined me on the couch.

I was in a really good mood. I'd earned a perfect score on a recent project. I was a bit giddy, and turned to face Mark so that I could tell him all about it. My legs were crossed Indian style- sorry, I don't know how else to describe it.

I was so comfortable with Mark and us being dressed like this, that I didn't even pause to consider how exposed my pussy was. I could feel the soft satin material stretched across my sex. I wasn't necessarily trying to tease Mark, but then again, I also wasn't trying not to.

Mark tried to maintain eye contact as I excitedly talked about school. For some reason, he kept glancing down. It was unusual for him to be so obvious about it. It was like he couldn't help it. I figured that Mark was feeling extra horny.

This turned me on. Heck, I fucking loved it. I was getting wet as the bulge in his shorts grew. I couldn't stop myself from playfully asking, "What's gotten into you, Mister?"

Mark blushed a bit and replied, "As if you didn't know."

"You see me in my panties all the time," I said sweetly.

"Not those," He replied. "Well played, Elise."

I didn't understand until I glanced down.

Oh my fucking God! These were my sheer, "fuck me right now!" panties. I hadn't worn them in ages. The gauzy red lace was transparent. He'd been looking at my pussy; fuck, I might as well have been naked.

"Shit!' I cried as I started to get up.

I stopped when Mark softly whispered, "Please stay." His words were gentle, yet commanding. It felt as if he'd cast a spell. I returned to the way I'd been sitting, even as my wetness began to show.

"You like looking, huh?" I asked breathily, my excitement rising. He nodded. "How long have you wanted to see her?"

"Since the first day when we met," Mark replied, his breaths growing deep.

It should have stopped there. But it didn't. "And now your cock is getting all hard," I observed.

My panties were damp. We really couldn't do this, and yet I didn't stop. Neither of us did.

"Very," he said. "You like that?"

I nodded. I was horny and wanted to touch my clit. I needed to retreat to my bedroom and cum. But before I did, I said, "It's not quite fair."

"What's not?"

"You can see my little pussy, but I can't see your..." My words trailed off.

"You want to see?" Mark asked. Fuck yes, I wanted to see. I nodded my head in excruciating anticipation. That made his cock twitch.

Mark pulled his shorts down. His fully erect dick then popped out. I stared without shame. My fingers, on their own accord, moved down to my pussy. "How big?"

"Eight inches," Mark said quietly. "At least, that's according to my ex." I had no doubt of it. Adam wasn't small, but he didn't have Mark's equipment. I'm no size queen by any stretch, but damn! That was one beautiful cock.

"Fuck," I muttered. My fingers were on my clit, rubbing.

Mark watched as he slowly ran his hand down the length of his shaft. I watched the precum appear at the tip. I was entranced, "dickmotized," as a friend of mine once described it. "Elise," Mark said quietly. "Is this ok?"

That question snapped me out of it. "Fuck! We need to stop." But I didn't move or even stop touching my clit through my wet panties. But seriously, we had to stop. The only problem was that I really, really didn't want to.

I'd kind of expected Mark to take the lead and be a gentleman. We'd both agreed that we didn't want to go back to being weird around each other. He'd promised that he wouldn't allow me to feel guilty because we got a bit sexy.

I know that's a shit excuse, but come on man, I was so fucking horny and hadn't been fucked in five months. I really needed Mark to encourage me to behave.

Mark, however, had other ideas. "I was thinking about it," He said. "I think you're good. I think we're good and that this is ok."

"Are you kidding?" I asked, still watching, still touching. Fuck. We were both too horny to be rational. Lovely.

"I'm not," Mark insisted. "I know that I can't fuck you. That was your agreement, right?"

My fingers stopped, but didn't leave my clit. I forced myself to look at Mark. "But this is-"

"Hear me out," Mark gently cut in. "We aren't touching one another, correct?"

"We aren't touching," I confirmed.

"We're not fucking."

"We aren't," I said, starting to see where he was going. "And we both masturbate and I bet that you sometimes think of me."

Mark paused, and said a bit unconvincingly, "Yes, but only sometimes." He then added, "And if we get up, I'm going to think of you as I touch my cock in bed and cum."

"Same," I whispered. "So this isn't bad?" My fingers were moving again. I was so turned on and it felt so good.

"Not at all," Mark stated with conviction. "We know what the other does in private and that doesn't break the rules. Really, this isn't any different. It's similar to watching a sexy video, that's all."

My logical brain knew this to be bullshit, but still, there was a sliver of truth. Did it matter if we touched ourselves just a few feet away from each other? Motherfucker! It obviously did.

'We can't," I complained.

"Elise," He sweetly whispered, "Can I explain to you why what we are doing is actually good?"

"Tell me." I wanted it to be an amazing reason. I wanted to be convinced.

"We turn each other on. It's a fact. Sometimes that just happens," Mark explained.

"True," I said.

"The two of us touching right now is necessary." I gave a skeptical look. "Think about it. The sexual tension between us has only gotten stronger."

"I know. I can't help it."

"I can't either," Mark said softly. "So if we don't address this mutual desire, something might happen that we'll both regret."

"I guess," I said. "So playing together will prevent us from making a huge mistake?"

"Yes," Mark said.

I thought about it. Mark was right. There'd been at least one occasion where I really wanted to feel Mark's dick inside of me. On the other hand, this wasn't a good look. If Adam could have seen us, he'd have gone ape shit. And yet, playing right next to Mark was the best course. If it helped me from breaking the agreement, then it was the right decision.

I looked at Mark imploringly. "You really think so? For real?"

"I do, Elise," He said soothingly.

I nodded, knowing that my defenses had been cracked. "What if I take off my panties?"

Mark laughed. "You should be as comfortable as you can be. Would you like me to take my shorts all the way off?"

I nodded as I slipped my sheer panties off, while Mark kicked off his shorts. We kept our distance. Just having Mark next to me, watching me as I played was intensely erotic. I rubbed my clit faster and harder.

I watched Mark slide his hand up and down the length of his cock. It was so fucking hot, so incredibly sexy. I pushed back against my overwhelming desire. I was afraid I'd give in and mount Mark's big hard cock.

Watching Mark, resisting the wanton need to fuck him is what set me off. I came hard, lifting my hips while still rubbing my clit. "Fuck," Mark groaned and I barely heard him. I was moaning loud as the orgasm ripped away my inhibitions.

I was still insanely horny and kept playing. Mark's hand was going faster and faster. We made eye contact which I found to be so very intimate and sensual. I could see his want, his need, his raw desire.

The eye contact must have gotten to him too. Cum jetted out of his cock, sending a line all the way up to his chest. "So hot," I mumbled. Less than a minute later, I came again, moaning, "Fuck fuck fuck fuck..."

I felt satisfied and tired, free of regret, free of guilt. I adored Mark. He was a really good friend, and the goofy smile on his face made me smile. "Thank you," he whispered.

His words were sweet and genuine. I felt deep affection for him and crawled over to lightly kiss him on his lower lip. I wanted to cuddle with him so bad, but we couldn't, certainly not with the way that we were dressed. "That was amazing," I said dreamily.

Once I pulled myself away, I took a shower and changed.

I was in bed for a while and couldn't sleep. I could sense the guilt that was stalking me. What me and Mark had just done was bad. The sexual and emotional release was probably good, in the sense that I fucking needed it. And sure, I hadn't technically broken my agreement with Adam. Nevertheless, it sure as hell felt like I did.

The guilt wasn't as powerful as the other time, but it was definitely there. I focused on the ground rules Adam had set with me. I acknowledged that no rule had been broken. This knowledge proved to be cold comfort as those ripples of guilt threatened to become a tsunami.

It had to stop, all of it. My relationship with Mark had to end. No more flirting, no more teasing. I needed to handle this now. If I waited, I'd probably retreat and end my friendship with Mark. I didn't want that. He was too important to me.

With resolve, I put on my pajama bottoms and got up. I lightly knocked on Mark's door. "Come in," he called.

I stepped in and said, "Hey, we need to talk."

His room was clean and orderly. Interesting art pieces hung on his walls that were painted a deep tropical blue. "Uh oh," Mark said. He put his tablet aside and waved for me to sit on the bed. "Talk to me, Elise. What's going on?"

I'd carefully prepared my argument. I laid it out in careful order:

What we did was bad. We had to stop. We had to stop teasing each other, we had to stop flirting. It was a change I didn't want, but it was a change that had to happen.

I felt numb as I spoke, sounding to myself like an emotionless machine.

Mark listened attentively and didn't interrupt. When I finished, I was sniffling a little. I really didn't want to take this route, but there seemed to be no other option. I wiped a tear away and said, "Please don't hate me. I'm really sorry."

Mark got up. He was wearing just his shorts. He sat next to me at the foot of the bed. I noticed his muscles and that he was becoming lean. A rogue tingle hit me. Stop that! Mark put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. He kissed the top of my head. It wasn't sexual, not even a little. And yet, his closeness felt intimate and perhaps even right.

The stress I felt instantly bled away. I even smiled when he asked with open affection, "How could I possibly hate you?"

"It's just that, well, you know."

"Stop," Mark whispered. "I don't and can't imagine hating you. If you're the beautiful girl I know you to be, that's not possible. Ok?"

"Ok," I said. It was time for me to leave, but I didn't want to.

Mark sensed it. "Stay for a bit. Let's talk about this some more." I should have left, but I was sad and lonely, and for some reason, being there with Mark, in his room and on his bed made me feel better.

"Ok," I said. And so we talked. We talked about what we'd miss. He told me how much he cared about me. I explained that this had been about the last thing I'd ever expected. "You're kind of addictive," I admitted.

We were both getting a bit chilly. Mark got back under the covers. I joined him and crawled under the comforter, but not the sheets. I needed a physical barrier between us; even now, I could feel temptation's pull. I repressed most of my sexual desire, but none of my deep affection for him. We both grew quiet. I cuddled up close and kissed Mark's chin.

We were both getting sleepy. "If you want," he offered, "You can sleep here tonight."

I didn't want to go, but said, "I really should go."

"Please stay. I don't know how you'll feel in the morning. I promise to not take advantage of you."

I smiled sleepily. "But what if I take advantage of you?"

"I'll attempt to defend my honor," Mark said with a rakish grin.

I didn't need much convincing. The guilt, strangely enough, was gone. I crawled under the sheet and curled up around him. He put his arm around me. The feeling of being held by Mark was magical. "Things still have to change tomorrow," I reminded him.

"Of course," he whispered. He kissed my forehead and I was soon asleep.

I woke up a few hours later. I could feel Mark's fingers gently playing with my hair. I guess I should have told him to stop, but I didn't. I loved the intimacy and closeness. My body was right against his, my leg over his. The room was chilly and I was taking advantage of Mark's warmth.

"What time is it?" I asked sleepily.

"A bit after 4," He replied. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have woken you."

"I don't mind. You feel so cozy." I snuggled in a bit tighter. "Did you just wake up?"

"No. I've probably been awake for an hour or two."

I was concerned. "What's wrong?" He tried to say that everything was fine, but that was bullshit. "Nice story. Now tell me what's going on."

Mark was quiet for several heartbeats. "I shouldn't," He said.

"Tell me," I insisted. "Whatever it is, it'll be ok."

He sighed. "In the morning, I'll get up, shower and go to work. When I come home, you'll either be out or in your room or we'll greet each other as I go to my room." He paused. "So before that happens, I wanted to enjoy having you close. I like this far too much. It's not just that you're beautiful. You're wonderful, and the second I step into the shower, we have to pretend to be strangers."

I could feel his openness, his vulnerability, his sadness. And Mark wasn't wrong. That's what needed to happen, or at the least, that's what I'd believed last night. My heart ached for him. And damn it, my heart ached for me, too.

I simply couldn't control myself. I crawled on top of Mark and held him fiercely, my arms sliding under his broad shoulders. "I don't want that. Not even a little, but I don't know what to do."

Mark caressed my back. His hands went all the way to my bottom. I loved the feel of his fingers and didn't object. I didn't even mind the feel of his cock getting hard. I mean, how could I? My pussy was so fucking wet. I guess strong emotion amps up my sex drive.

"For starters," Mark offered, "Maybe don't do that? I love what we have. I don't want you to become a stranger."

"I don't want that either, but damn it Mark, you're so fucking tempting!" He genuinely laughed. "Seriously! My pussy is wet right fucking now. You always make me horny."

"Well if you haven't noticed..." His voice trailed off. In response, I wriggled against his very hard dick. "Yeah," He said, chuckling. "I know exactly how you feel."

"Which is why we have to become strangers," I said without certainty. In truth, I was searching for a life line. I hated my solution and was hoping that Mark could find another way- Something short of us fucking like we both wanted and something that didn't leave me in a hellish pit of self loathing.

Life would have been so much easier if I didn't love Adam, but I did. And now I really cared about Mark. I was pretty much fucked no matter what. Maybe all three of us were. Ironically, I'd always prided myself on not being that girl who was the center of drama. Now look at me. Fuck.

Mark didn't have a good answer, so we tabled the issue. We held each other, talked a bit, and said nothing about how horny we both were. I doubt I could have resisted had Mark made a move to get my panties off. I adored him for his restraint, but fuck, I kind of wish he'd taken me. I wanted him to cum in my aching pussy, but no. Rules. I'm a good girl. Ugh.

I crumbled just before we had to get up. I wanted Mark. I needed him. And so I began to kiss his neck, his jaw and then his lips. He slid his tongue into my mouth, making me moan. I sucked on his tongue greedily, making him moan.

I was filled with emotion and so fucking turned on, oh my God, you have no idea. I rubbed my pussy on his hard cock as we kissed with such need and hunger. I wanted Mark to fuck me. I wanted him to rip my clothes off and use me. I nearly begged him to.

But I didn't and he didn't. He wouldn't. Mark was too smart for that. As much as I craved it, fucking would have killed whatever we had.

As for me, I was too weak, too horny and needy to hold back. I pressed my clit on his cock and moved frantically. It reminded me of when I was younger and would hump my favorite pillow. Its firm softness had made me cum far too many times for me to count. Still, my pillow was nothing when compared to Mark's erect dick.

It didn't take long. I came hard. Very hard. The feel of Mark's thick hard cock, the kissing, the desire, fear and other emotions had driven me to the point of not caring. Mark held me so wonderfully tight as aftershocks pulsed through my body.

Once I caught my breath, I reached for Mark's dick. He hadn't cum and I really wanted him to. I wanted to make him to feel just as good as I did. But Mark stopped me. "Elise," he whispered. "Not now. I want you to have time to process things. If you still want to take care of me tonight, I'd love that."

"But what if I get all weird and don't want to?" I asked.

"That's ok. If that happens, then we'll both know that stopping now was the right call."

I reached down and caressed his beautiful, hard cock. "I feel bad, though."

"It's better this way," Mark gently explained. "I want you to process your emotions today. If you need more time, that's ok. I just don't want to make things worse."

I wanted to argue, but didn't. I kind of thought it was romantic that he held back, knowing that there would probably never be another chance. That kind of thing matters.

I agreed that Mark was right and that his cock would just have to wait. I needed to process this and figure it out.

Strangely, I noticed that the lingering overcast of gloom and guilt had dissipated. I expected it to return, but for now, the world seemed to be in proper order. "If I'm not ready to talk tonight," I whispered, "I'll tell you. Ok? I want you to know where my head is at."

Mark pulled me tight and whispered, "Good girl."

Well fuck. That turned me on. I couldn't help myself and gave Mark a long, loving kiss. It lasted until his alarm clock started to beep.

#

I went to class and took notes. During my breaks, I thought about Mark, I thought about Adam, and I thought about the agreement. The guilt and self hatred I'd been dreading never materialized. Something within me had changed.

I guess it came down to three things. The first is that I loved Adam. No matter how close me and Mark became, Adam was my one and only.

The second thing was our agreement. It was simple, it was straightforward. I kept beating myself up for cheating, but I hadn't. We drew the line at actual fucking. Me getting all emotionally twisted up over Mark had been my choice. Sure, I could call Adam and ask, "Hey baby, if I grind on my roommate's dick and cum, is that cheating?" Yeah, it was a bit late for that.

And finally, I didn't create this situation. Adam chose to go and to not consult with me. This still troubled me. Don't get me wrong, I'd have encouraged him to go. But with more warning, maybe I'd be living with friends.

I made a choice and felt some semblance of peace. The guilt was a prison I'd built. I could either lock myself in or walk out. I was done feeling guilty and lonely. Until Adam returned, I would enjoy my time with Mark. If we got flirty and playful, so be it.

When I saw Mark that evening, he said, "You look like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders."

I smiled and said, "Yeah. We have our rule and I didn't break it." I explained my reasoning to Mark. He nodded thoughtfully. "What do you think? Is my justification bullshit?"

"You know that I'm not a neutral third party," He reminded.

"Oh, I had no idea that you might have a vested interest. How foolish of me," I said drily.

"Smartass," he grumbled. "Seriously, Elise, I think that you're right. You love Adam. That's not mutually exclusive to us having a connection. So yeah, you feeling rotten over us flirting is unnecessary."

I couldn't help but smile. Mark was trying to sound mature and reasonable, but I could see the joy in his eyes. It was subtle, but it was there all the same. I felt it too.

"Thank you," I said, giving him a friendly, appreciative hug.

Mark smiled. "So going forward, how would you like for us to behave around each other?"

"Not any different than before. Occasionally being naughty is ok. Let's not overdo it or get carried away." Mark nodded and hugged me. I then excused myself. "I've got an exam coming up, so I'll be in my room studying. And don't you dare think I'm avoiding you. I'm not, ok?"

Mark just laughed and I left to study.

After about three hours, I needed a break. I called Adam, but he was busy and we didn't talk long. I was also horny and started getting all tingly thinking about Mark. Though I'd made peace with myself, I wasn't comfortable with seeking Mark out whenever I felt like this.

My mind returned to earlier that morning. Mark hadn't cum. That just didn't seem fair. I kind of owed him.

For purely altruistic reasons, I went down the hall. Mark's door was cracked open. I tapped on the door and asked, "Hey, are you busy?"

"No, come in," he said. "What's up?"

"I was thinking about this morning. Did you ever get a chance to..."

Mark chuckled. "No. Not yet."

"Maybe I could help?" I felt hopeful and excited by the prospect. My attempt at sounding casual was an epic fail. I anticipated Mark's Mr. Nobility routine, so I followed up by adding, "Yes, I'm sure I want to, I know I don't have to, and I won't hate myself."

"Wow," Mark said. "In that case, get over here."

I pulled my panties down and kicked them off. Mark looked at me with both desire and curiosity. "There's no reason to get them all wet," I explained as I crawled under the covers and next to him.

We began kissing, his fingers exploring my body. My pussy was dripping. "Fuck," I moaned. "You're wearing too much."

Mark removed his shorts. With the exception of my shirt, we were naked.

We kissed for a long time. The only regret I felt was in the fact that he couldn't fuck me. My pussy ached. I loved his touch, his taste, his scent. I couldn't resist. I reached down and held his cock. Mark gasped, "Elise..."

"Feels good?" I teased. Mark groaned as I stroked his cock. "I bet you've wanted me to touch you for months."

"Yesss..."

I continued to run my fingers and palm up and down the length of his cock. Touching him like this was making me crazy. I loved his beautiful cock. And then I gasped when his fingers found my pussy. "Fuck," I moaned. He was touching my clit, teasing me.

I kissed him hungrily and moved my hand faster. "I want to fuck you so bad," Mark breathed out. "I hope you don't mind."

The fucker knew damn well that I didn't. "I want to fuck you, too. You've known that," I whimpered. "Faster," I begged. His fingers picked up speed. I moaned.

My hand went faster up and down his cock. Up and down, up and down. His big cock was coated with precum. I wanted him so bad. "I'm close," He groaned into my mouth. I was too.

We'd pushed the covers back. I loved seeing his dick like this. I mean, it wasn't the sight itself, but instead, it was the knowing that his cock was so big and hard because of me. Mark wanted me. Mark wanted to fuck me.

"Cum for me baby," I encouraged. "Imagine that huge cock of yours stretching out my tight little cunt."

"Fuck," Mark groaned.

"You wanna fuck me so bad. Just slide him into me. Give me all your cum..." That did it. He erupted, going all the way to his chest. I realized a moment later that it had also hit my boob.

That set me off. I was speaking gibberish and moaning as I came. We continued to kiss as my body trembled. If I'd ever cum harder, I don't recall. Mark's fingers were still touching my clit. My hand stayed on Mark's cock.

Our kissing changed. The desperate need became tender, affectionate and caring. His cock softened a bit, but not much. "Don't move," Mark said as he got up. I found myself checking out his body and ass. Definitely not Adam, but damn, he looked good.

Mark returned with a damp washcloth. My shirt had ridden up, exposing my boobs. I let him wipe away the cum, and then brush my nipple with his fingers. His touch sent an electric current straight to my clit.

Mark got back into bed. We were both horny, but it was late. I had my exam in the morning and needed to sleep. Mark didn't suggest I stay. He didn't need to. I was so content that wild horses couldn't have dragged me out of that bed. He was holding me close when I fell asleep.

#

I felt a little bad in the morning. Logically, I knew that everything was good, but I fretted about my emotions dragging me down. I talked to Mark and he understood. This was a precaution as opposed to me freaking out. I'd use the space to make sure that I really was ok.

I didn't avoid Mark, but we also didn't flirt. I slept in my bed as I let my conflicted feelings get sorted. By Thursday, I was feeling much better. I talked to Adam. We talked about how we'd fuck as soon as he was back. We both came, each listening to the other's graphic descriptions.

Something, though, was different with me. It was hot, but I wasn't as turned on by Adam as I used to be. I feel horrible for admitting this, but I just didn't want or miss him like I used to.

And while playing on the phone, I felt no conflict, no sense of being as shitty a person as I was.

I guess it was a little strange. I was compartmentalizing. It kind of felt like Adam and Mark existed in two different realities. In one was my boyfriend, whom I loved deeply. In the other was Mark. Their only point of intersection was me, and when talking with one, I didn't think about the other.

By Friday, I was feeling good. I went to class, briefly saw Mark then went out with friends. I had a great time, and when guys chatted me up, I loved the attention. Around midnight, I was closer to being drunk than tipsy. I wanted to go home. I wanted to crawl into bed. I wanted to crawl into Mark's bed.

I arranged for an uber. By the time I finally did get home, it was close to 2am. The house was dark, Mark asleep. I stripped off my clothes, showered and brushed my teeth. I dried off and didn't bother dressing. I went to Mark's room. The door was open. I crawled into bed.

"Well hello there," Mark said sleepily as I snuggled in next to him.

"Take your shorts off. I'm naked. You should be too." He didn't argue. I was in an interesting mood: Drunk, horny, affectionate, happy, and sleepy. I wanted to cum and I wanted to make Mark cum. But just cuddling with him was also amazing. I couldn't decide.

Fatigue made the decision for me. I fell asleep while holding Mark's hard dick.

I woke up a few hours later. I was still drunk and my pussy was wet. I moved to get close to Mark again. He was on his back. I tucked myself against his flank, and rubbed my pussy on his thigh. I could feel the hard muscle, which made my clit ache even more.

Mark woke up, but didn't say anything. His cock was getting hard, so I stroked it as I grinded against his thigh. He groaned as I gasped and sighed. I was getting close. Mark held my ass, pulling me tight. "Do you like knowing that I want to fuck you?" He whispered.

"Uh-huh," Was all that I could manage to say in response. Fuck it turned me on. I was humping his thigh frantically now.

"You'd let me fill your pretty pussy?"

Fuck, that was hot. I really wanted it, but only managed a mewling, "Yesss."

"Be a good girl and cum for me. Don't you dare hold back. Don't ever hold back." He continued talking to me like that. His words were so naughty and so deliciously sexy.

I came. I was moaning. It was loud and unrestrained and felt amazing. My hand was on his hard cock. Mark needed to cum, too. But I felt so sleepy. I'd take care of him. I just needed to close my eyes for a second. That was all I needed.

I woke up in the morning. Mark still held me and was playing with my hair, held in a ponytail by a scrunchy. "I'm such a tease, aren't I?"

"Yes you are," Mark said. "But I like it."

"I didn't mean to be," I quietly said.

"Holding you is all-"

"Shut up," I said. I was on top, kissing him. His cock was instantly hard. I moved down his body and held his member with both hands. "I've been wanting to kiss him," I said. "Think he'd like that."

"Yes," Mark rasped, his voice filled with desire.

I giggled a bit as I kissed the shaft and the tip. "Mind if I lick and suck on him?" I didn't wait, and if Mark answered, I didn't hear. I licked and sucked and ran my hands up and down his cock. I love giving blowjobs. Turning on a guy like that is a huge turn on. "I love licking your big dick," I cooed. His hips went up as my head bobbed and took more of him into my mouth, sliding my tongue on the base of his shaft, cupping his balls.

"I'm going to," He warned. I didn't stop. I kept his dick in my mouth. I felt him cum, loving his taste. I swallowed it all. When I crawled back up, we kissed deeply. I was so horny, so wet, but damn it, blowing Mark amped up my hangover. My head throbbed. Mark pulled me close and let me fall back asleep.

I stayed in his bed the whole day. Mark took care of me, bringing me water and Gatorade and anything else I needed. He rubbed my back and cuddled with me. I loved every moment. I was turned on the whole time, but the hangover prevented me from playing alone or with Mark.

"How are you feeling?" He asked me that evening. He was next to me, wearing an orange long sleeved shirt and blue shorts.

"I'm frustrated," I admitted. "I've been horny all day but my head still hurts."

"Maybe I can help," He said.

"Definitely, but not until tomorrow." Feeling Mark so close was making me wet. I didn't even have the energy to rub my clit. But then Mark started running his fingers over my right nipple, then my left. They were as hard as little diamonds now. "What do you think you're doing?"

Mark didn't answer. Instead, he kissed my neck again and again. Each one was soft, sensual and affectionate if not downright loving. "I can stop," He offered. I moaned. "All righty, then." Each kiss made me wetter, the light touch of his fingers filled me with desire. I wanted him to fuck me.

I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. Instead, I whispered, "You're driving me insane, you know."

"Yeah?"

"You're such a tease," I whispered dreamily.

"I'm not," He said. Then Mark kissed me, his tongue slipping into my mouth. My head still hurt, but the taste of his tongue was so worth it. His hand slid down to my pussy. I moaned into his mouth as he grazed my clit and explored the delicate folds of my wet pussy. "See?" Mark asked playfully.

He then broke the kiss and moved to my boobs. He gently sucked and kissed each one. "Don't stop," I whispered. "Just like that." His fingers were slow, but firm on my clit. I was hornier than what I'd thought. I couldn't believe I was getting so close. "More. A little faster."

Mark's fingers picked up speed. He moved up, and began kissing me again. In between kisses, Mark whispered, "I want to fuck you so bad, Elise. I want to slide my cock into you." I moaned and then he kissed me again. My hips came up on their own accord. "I want to feel your wet little pussy wrapped around me." More kissing.

I was moaning. "I want you," I exhaled. "I want you so fucking bad." I pulled his lips back to mine and came as he sucked on my tongue. The orgasm was intense. My pent up need and desire was unleashed. I felt it in my chest, in my nipples, in my spine. My arms were around his neck, holding his lip against mine. "Fuck..." I moaned.

After it subsided, Mark asked, "Feel better?"

My head hurt more, but honestly, I just didn't care. "So much better. I love how you touch me. You have my permission to touch me whenever you want." Wait. What did I just say? I knew I'd lost my mind because I meant it. What was Mark doing to me?

"You can touch me whenever you want," Mark whispered. "Day or night."

"I love that," I sighed. "Don't complain when I take you up on it." He kissed me softly. Fuck. I needed this. I'd been needing it for a while. "Get your clothes off and hold me." Mark complied, and I fell asleep with his hard cock pressed against my tummy.

I woke up a few hours later. I felt a lot better. Mark was awake, watching a basketball game. I snuggled in close. "I love this," I quietly said.

Mark turned the tv off. "How's your head?"

"Much better."

"Good," He said.

"I meant what I said," Feeling a bit dreamy. "Touch me whenever you want wherever you want. My face, my boobs, my pussy..." I didn't quite mean for it to be an invitation for right that moment, but I didn't mind in the least when he began to lightly tease my clit. "Fuck. So good."

I was soon on top, filled with that now familiar need for Mark. My cunt was aching and wet. I slid up and down his hard cock. A couple of time, I felt the tip brush and press against my pussy lips. I wanted to break the rules, but resisted.

Mark was thrusting up and groaning. I kept getting close but couldn't quite cum. He was close too and trying to hold back. I wanted him to cum, so I went faster. "I want your big dick. I want you to fuck me like the dirty slut I am." I kept whispering, knowing that it really turned him on.

He gripped me tight and groaned, his cum spurting between us. "Fuck," he said. "I can't get enough of you." My reply was to kiss him. Desire and the utmost affection filled my heart. "You didn't cum," He noted.

"It's ok. I got close, though."

"I can touch you anywhere?" He asked.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Your head is really ok?"

"Yeah, it feels a lot-" I didn't finish the sentence. Mark flipped me on my back and kissed his way down my body. I felt his tongue drag along the length of my pussy. "Oh fuck," I said. The feel of his soft tongue was incredible.

"You taste good," Mark said, and then returned to licking. I felt him slide in one finger as he began to suck on my clit. I moaned pretty fucking loud. I felt the second finger slide in. He moved them in and out as he continued to love on my clit.

"Mark," I said. "Fuck. Baby." I was close. I was going to cum. My hands held him in place as I came. He continued to suck and use his fingers as the orgasm rolled over me. I know it's unfair, but damn, Mark was good. Adam wasn't terrible at going down, it's just that he would get impatient. I'd never cum like this before and it scrambled my brains a little.

We kissed for a long time afterwards and cuddled, talking about whatever came to mind. Mark was worried about how I'd feel. But I was fine. I loved being held, I loved making Mark cum, I loved how he made me cum, I loved all of it. I didn't need to justify it. I was happy and not going to ruin it by getting all mental.

#

I woke up the next morning. Mark was gone, but he'd left a romantic note saying that he was running errands and to text him if I needed anything. I know it's cheesy, but I immediately grabbed my phone and sent, "I just need you. Hurry back."

The weird thing is that I wasn't even horny. I wasn't teasing either. I didn't know what I was thinking. I accepted that it was just how I felt. Mark texted that it would be a couple of hours and that he couldn't get me out of his head. I could feel myself get tingly, but pushed it aside.

I needed to study, so I got up, showered and drank some coffee. I sat on the couch, doing an assigned reading. I lost focus a few times, thinking about Mark and hoping I'd hear him pull up soon.

When he finally did, I was smiling like a goof. I put my reading packet away. When Mark walked in, I let him put down the groceries before jumping onto him. He caught me as I wrapped my legs around his waist, his hands holding my ass. "Hey there," Mark said, grinning. I kissed him and he kissed back.

He put me down and then we put everything away. I led him to the couch and listened as he told me about his morning. "I can't believe you got so much done," I said.

"I was in a hurry. When I saw your text, I almost came straight back."

"Love it," I said, and moved to straddle him on the couch. We were both wearing jeans. My arms were around his neck as we continued to talk. I didn't rub against him, but he was getting hard. I was wet, and interrupted something he way saying. "I'm horny," I said.

That was all it took. We went to his room, kissing as we undressed each other. Mark was soon on his back, my mouth sucking on his hard cock. I loved making him feel good and his groans were so sexy. "I'm close," Mark warned.

Impulsively, I released his cock and kissed my way up his body until I reached his lips. "You wanna fuck me," I teased.

"Yes," He hissed.

"How bad?"

"So bad," He groaned.

"But you can't, can you?"

"I can't," he admitted.

"You must hate that rule," I said seductively as I moved down to rub on his hard dick. "Knowing that I want you to fuck my tight pussy so much." He could only manage a groan. "I bet if you were allowed to fuck me, you'd fill me with cum every day."

"I would," Mark said. "You could be a horny needy slut for me."

Well that was hot. Fuck! "I want that," I said. "You know that I do."

"Yes," Mark said. He was thrusting against me. I could feel the tip of his cock almost slide in.

"Bad boy. You know that you can't fuck me. You're not allowed to slide your beautiful cock into my needy wet cunt." Mark groaned. I reached down and angled him so that the tip pressed against my pussy lips. "The tip isn't fucking. I'm curious what it feels like."

"Oh fuck," He groaned. Maybe an inch was in me and it felt so good.

"Better than I dreamed," I whispered. "I wish you could fuck me, but you can't." He groaned. I was teasing myself as much as I was teasing him. "Does that make you sad?"

"I want to fuck you so bad, Elise. I need you."

"I know baby, but I can't break the rules," I whispered sympathetically.

"We won't," Mark said regretfully.

I moved up, freeing his cock. I was grinding again, nice and slow. "If only there was a loophole," I whispered. We made eye contact.

He saw my knowing look. "What?"

"Well, I was thinking," I said. "I'm not allowed to let you fuck me." He looked disappointed, but then I put his tip back against my opening. "However, Adam never said that I couldn't fuck you." I then slid all the way down. It hurt a little, but I wanted Mark's cock inside me.

"Elise," Mark said in surprise, not protest.

"Baby, don't move. You're not allowed. But I can, so I'm going to fuck you."

"Sweetheart," He groaned as I slid up his thick hard cock. It felt so perfect, so much better than I'd expected. "I really need you he whispered.

"I need you, too." I was sliding back down. Mark started to move, so I slapped his chest. "Settle down. Rules!" He stopped. I kept going. I then leaned back so that I could rub my clit. "Yes, Mark. You're being a good boy for me." I'm not dominant, but in that moment, the words just felt right. Mark didn't seem to mind.

The anticipation, the feeling of his big dick, the way I felt about him were all bringing me to the edge. "Elise," Mark said.

"Me too," I moaned. "So, so close." I came, and within a second or two, he came. I leaned forward, my naked body against his. It seemed to last for both of us. Mark somehow managed to stay still- not perfectly, but enough for me to honestly say that he hadn't just fucked me.

Once we both calmed, I was kissing Mark. We were both sweating, but I just did not care. "You're a very naughty girl," Mark said with a laugh. "When did you figure out that loophole?"

"When he told me last July," I admitted. "I just didn't expect you to be you, so I'd set it aside. But this morning. Fuck, this morning, I was missing you so bad. I felt it in my heart. I wasn't even horny until I saw you walk in."

"Wow," Mark said. "And you just knew that you wanted this."

"Yeah," I said. "I've been wanting to fuck you for so long."

"I've wanted this, too."

Mark grew silent. I could tell when something important was troubling him. "What is it?" I asked. "You can lie and say it's nothing, but we both know you'll tell me soon enough."

He sighed in resignation, then chuckled. "You know me too well."

"You love it."

"I do. I shouldn't admit this. I don't want to mess things up for anyone," He explained. "So, I accidentally fell in love with you. I know where we stand, but it's something you need to know. I can't pretend that I don't."

I wasn't surprised. "I love you too. I shouldn't, but I do. And I might still love Adam. I don't miss him the way I should. I dunno."

"So now what?"

I was quiet for a moment. I could've said we will stop, but that wasn't possible. I could have told Mark that I'd end it with Adam to be with him. It was tempting, but I just didn't know.

I finally settled on this: "I plan to sleep in this bed every night. And I'm going to fuck you and suck your cock and cum on your tongue and fingers. I want to spend as much time with you as I can, because I am in love with you."

"And Adam?"

"I'll deal with that when he gets back." I could see the hurt in Mark's eyes the moment I said it. I pulled him close. "Baby, don't be sad. We look out for each other. Everything will be ok."

"I love you so much, Elise," He said. "I trust you. And even if things aren't ok, we always will be."

I couldn't hold back. I kissed him with pure love and affection. I really did love Mark. His cock slid into my pussy. He was fucking me and it was perfect. I broke the rule, and I'd do it again and again.

Though I couldn't admit it yet, I was going to give up Adam's perfect body. Yes, I had wanted Adam, but I needed Mark.

We both knew this to be true as we made love. I belonged to Mark as surely as the stars belonged to the night.

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