Seasons Ch. 01 - Boundaries

Waking up to the sound of rain tapping upon the window, my eyes slowly adjusted to the grey light of a blustery fall day.   I was immediately aware of the warm body I was spooned up against, and even more aware of my morning wood, safely nestled between the cheeks of the most amazing ass I had ever had the good fortune of seeing.   Still not believing my good luck, I lifted the covers slightly to peer down at the swell of her hip, delighting in the knowledge that I had indeed "gotten all up in that"... well mostly anyway.

More than comfortable, I replayed the previous nights events, pressing myself firmly between the cheeks of her ass as I felt her stir slightly.   We had returned with a group back to my place after a fun night of dancing, enjoying a night cap with them before they all left to go home, all except for Beth.   Then with a warm fire going, complimented by a body rub with cocoa butter, the evening had culminated in a hot round of anal love making.   The evening had definitely ended on a far better note than the previous one, which had resulted in one of the worst case of blue balls I had ever had the misfortune of experiencing.   

Beth had stayed the night, much to my enjoyment, gently exploring each other in more ways than one.   Wanting to make love to her though had resulted in a firm, but gentle no.   Though we were intimate, in her mind if we did not actually do the specific act of traditional love making, then technically she was not cheating on her boyfriend.   Even though it was splitting hairs, I deferred to her logic and let it be. After all, I was getting the milk for free and all that.   But it still chaffed a bit, particularly because I figured that we had proceeded well along the path to being serious.   The heat was there and from everything she had said, with the boyfriend it was not.   So why not me instead?   For whatever weird reason, I kept the questions to myself, hoping that time would answer them for me.

In the meantime, I had more pressing things to worry about it, mainly how good my dick felt between the cheeks of her ass.   Moving slowly as not to wake her, I pulled back slowly until I was no longer ensconced in that lovely valley.   Besides a small murmur, Beth gave no indication that she was awake or in danger of becoming so.   Adding a generous amount of spit to my hand, I liberally applied it to my shaft, then gently spread the rest between her cheeks, before scooting forward to press my hard on between them once more.   The lubrication allowed me to easily slip between her cheeks and after a few back and forth thrusts, I was pressed fully up against her, my glans resting against her tiny star.

Under the covers, I raised my right hand to her hip and slowly began to run up and down, from the thigh to the cleft at her hips, not rubbing hard but rather gliding lightly.   At the same time, I slowly rotated my hips so that my cock slid back and forth between her cheeks, rubbing all the way up and down her ass crack. This got Beth's attention as a long sleepy moan escaped her lips as she stretched upwards, then thrust back gently, pressing me even harder against her luscious ass.   Feeling bolder still, I trailed my hand from her hip, up her side to her ribs, lightly tickling all the way to her shoulder, before sliding down across her chest and down the side of her right breast.   Her murmurs grew louder as I cupped her breast, lightly stroking the underside and occasionally sliding up to tease the nipple, before returning to stroke and cup her breast, squeezing a little more firmly each time.

Each time I teased her nipple, I could feel Beth's body heat up a little more and soon her ass was pressing harder and harder against me.   I was sure I was pressed up against her star, as every time I squeezed a nipple, her sphincter would twitch against the head of my cock.   Lowering my head, I began to kiss the back of her neck under her hair, lightly tracing my lips back and forth, licking little trails down to the top of her shoulder and back up again, pressing forward to nip at her ear occasionally.   Beth gasped at the first touch of my lips, goosebumps spreading across her neck and shoulder, moaning deeper in her chest as she rocked her hips back and forth, sliding back and forth against my cock.   With the combined efforts of both of our hips, my cock would press forward to push against her asshole, pressing in a bit before slipping up and past or down through the junction between her legs, sliding across the lips of her pussy, which were already very wet.

I teased her for a long time, adding the small bites to her neck and shoulders, until she could not stand it any longer.   After a hard thrust back, which almost harpooned her ass with my cock before sliding down between the lips of her pussy, I felt her hand on mine, caressing and urging me on.   That did not last long though, and after a few minutes, I felt her hand pulling mine off her breast, then pushing it lower and lower, past her belly button to the beginnings of her pubic hair, trimmed neatly above the lips of her pussy.   Pressing closer to her, I kept my cock sliding back and forth against her lips, feeling her grind against me, her juices flowing over me.   My fingers moving downward, I easily found her already engorged clit, circling it with my finger tips in small circles.   Beth hissed on first contact with her nub, her right leg opening as wide as she could, attempting to lift her leg over me, but got caught in the sheets.

I pulled my hand back for a moment, a frustrated groan slipping from her as my fingers left her pussy, then I whipped the sheets off of us and returned my hand back to her clit.   Beth immediately lifted her leg up and over mine, hooking her foot behind me so she could press even tighter to me as she twerked her ass against my cock.   

"Oh yes, right there, it feels so good," she managed as I stroked her clit a bit harder, trapping it between my fingers as I rubbed more firmly.   Turning her head towards me, we managed to kiss deeply, even at the difficult angle, twisted up as we were.

Turning back away from me, Beth began to push even harder against me, my cock sliding back and forth between her lips, meeting my fingers at the top as I stroked her clit more and more firmly. I could tell, though being with her was new to me, that she was very close to the edge.   As her motions became more erractic, I pivoted my hips so as to get a better angle, while pulling back far enough to barely be touching her lips, eliciting moans of need as she felt the lack of contact.

As I thrust forward, my length slid a bit deeper between her lips, met some resistance, but then popped up and over the base of her clit, adding to the stimulation my fingers were already supplying

I continued with the pulling all the way back until barely touching her, her motions becoming even more frantic, then slowly pressing forward, still not penetrating her.

"Alec... please..." she pleaded, her hips beginning to buck even harder against me, "I'm gonna... ahhh... ooooOOOO"

As I felt her orgasm begin to crest, I thrust hard, angling a little more carefully, sliding between her lips and deep inside her pussy, my fingers still circling her clit.

"Wait... ahhhAAHHHHH... not... OH MY GOD" as Beth exploded and writhed against me, her hips bucking in wild abandon as she clenched around my girth.   

Not stopping, I started thrusting in and out of her, not letting up with my fingers on her clit, knowing she was ultra sensitive. And then something happened that I have never experienced before with a woman... she never came down from the first orgasm. As I continued to thrust deeply into her, she gave up talking at all, only moans and gasps and small screams as spasm after spasm rocked her body.

The wild feeling of her clenching and unclenching quickly became too much for me.

"I'm gonna cum..." I managed

"No!" she yelled, then quickly pushed back away from me, then quick as a cat she flipped herself around, taking my cock deep into her mouth while simultaneously straddling my face and pressing her wet pussy against my mouth.

Wasting no time I sucked her clit into my mouth, feeling rather than hearing her scream around my cock as she came yet again.

Her scream around my glans proved to much as I thrust up into her mouth, trying to force myself deep into her throat as I began to spurt time and time again, loosing focus on her clit as my orgasm overwhelmed me.   

Coming to my senses again, I gently licked her lips, savoring her taste while avoiding her clit, though it still made her jump when I touched her once again.

"Okay okay... no more", she gasped as she rolled over and off me, breathing hard as she stared at the ceiling.

We both laid there, trying to catch our breaths, the sheets damp from our efforts.

At this point, without another word, she got up and began locating and donning her clothing... quickly.   

"Are you okay?"

"Fine." Uh oh.   What did I do?   

Without another word, she finished dressing and quickly left the room.   I managed to get out of bed without getting caught in the sheets and quickly throwing on a pair of shorts just as she started heading down the stairs.

"Beth, wait!   What's wrong, what did I do?"

Not missing a beat, she continued down the stairs and headed straight for the front door.   I reached her just as she started to swing the door open to head out and I caught it before she could open it all the way.

"Please, can you at least tell me what I did wrong?   

"You knew I did not want to... I have to go"  And with that she shouldered past me and out the door, quickly disappearing down the street.

Bewildered, I closed the door and sat down on the couch, simply staring at the door.   What the fuck?!?   Am I lucky that this happened out of the gate, so as not to prolong it or get my hopes up?   Could've been worse, she could have been Lorena Bobbitt crazy and my love life may have ended altogether.  

After a bit I got up and called my buddy Dan, who of course started with an "I Told You So"... what a dick.   And of course his advice was to simply move on and forget about it.   Again.   What the hell?   

Well, forgetting her was quite a bit more difficult than I imagined, as I kept replaying our times together in my head.   Plus that body... damn.   I settled for fantasizing about her now and again, but otherwise got busy being busy.   I concentrated on school, work, hanging with friends and otherwise avoided being alone for the most part.   It was a small campus, so we, of course, ran into each other often.   Beyond hello's and some small talk, there was nothing else to talk about apparently.   

The months ambled by, while I got busy living my life.

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The knock on my door was so unexpected it might as well have been a cannon blast. I opened it to find Beth standing there, the evening breeze tousling those wild auburn locks that I hadn't seen in what felt like forever. Her eyes sparkled with that familiar mischievous glint, and for a moment, I wondered if I'd stepped into a time machine.

"Hey stranger," she said, her voice carrying that playful edge that always seemed to dance around the edges of a secret.

"Uh, hi?" I managed, stepping aside to let her in. "What's up?"

"Can't a girl drop by?" She breezed past me, leaving a trail of some kind of flowery scent that made the stale air of my apartment seem suddenly less like a bachelor pad and more like a place where actual humans could live.

We settled onto the couch, and I couldn't help but notice how the cushions seemed to welcome her back like an old friend. She crossed her legs, the motion drawing my gaze for a second longer than was probably polite.

"So..." I ventured, trying not to sound too eager, "what brings you to my humble abode after all this time?"

She bit her lip, a small smile curling the corners of her mouth before she answered. "I split with Jason."

"Ouch," I said, though I couldn't quite smother the little surge of... something. Relief? Anticipation? "That sucks. But, uh, you look like you're doing okay?"

"Better than okay," she affirmed, her eyes locking onto mine with a fierceness that made my heart do a weird little somersault. "I've been thinking about that night we shared, you know?"

"Have you now?" There was no hiding my grin. The memory of that night was like a highlight reel that played in my head during particularly boring lectures, while the morning had been... like the French revolution, but without cake.

"Yep," she said, nodding slowly. "And I've come to terms with it. It was... fun."

"Fun," I echoed, the word feeling like an understatement equivalent to calling the sun 'kinda hot.'

"Really fun," she emphasized, leaning in closer, her breath warm against my cheek. And just like that, the air between us crackled with the kind of electricity that could probably power the entire block.

Well, this was a turn-up for the books. Beth, the girl with the green eyes that could probably convince a saint to sin, was here on my couch, talking about 'fun.' I leaned back, an easy smile playing on my lips.

"Good to know," I said, my mind already racing ahead to the possibilities. "So, what now?"

Her laugh was a low, melodic sound that felt like it was wrapping around me. "Now? We see where this 'fun' can take us."

"Lead the way," I said, raising an eyebrow. Because, really, who was I to argue with fun?

Beth perched on the edge of my coffee table, a mischievous glint in her deep green eyes that spoke volumes more than her words ever could. The way she idly swung her sneaker-clad foot back and forth was almost hypnotic.

"Friends with benefits," she said, as if she were proposing we go halfsies on a pizza instead of suggesting an arrangement that was sure to scramble my brain--and not just from overthinking. "No strings attached."

"Like a no-fee gym membership," I quipped, leaning back into the plush embrace of my secondhand couch. My heart raced, but I kept my tone light. "All the perks without the commitment?"

"Exactly." Her lips curled into a smile that promised trouble, the good kind.

"Sign me up," I agreed, quicker than a freshman at a frat party open bar. The prospect of having Beth in my bed again--without the messiness of feelings or the weight of titles--was too tempting to pass up.

"Great." She clapped her hands together, then stood up, sending a cascade of auburn waves down her back. "This is going to be fun."

"Fun," I echoed, though my mind was already sprinting ahead to just how 'fun' things were about to get.

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In the days that followed, my expectations took a nosedive into reality. Beth's idea of 'random' must have been plucked from a hat filled with unpredictability. I'd be mid-flirt with a girl from my art history class, crafting the perfect blend of witty banter and historical innuendo, when Beth would appear out of nowhere. Like a sexy apparition, she'd saunter over with that walk--the one that could make a monk reconsider his vows--and slide her arm through mine.

"Hey, Alec," she'd purr, effectively scattering the other girl's interest like pigeons in a park.

"Uh, hey, Beth." I'd stammer, my carefully laid plans disintegrating under the heat of her touch.

We never discussed exclusivity; it wasn't part of the friends-with-benefits deal. But there I was, feeling like a guy who'd brought a kazoo to a symphony orchestra every time she materialized.

"Did I interrupt something?" she'd ask, feigning innocence while her eyes danced with mirth.

"Interrupt? No, you just... enhanced the moment," I'd reply, resigning myself to the chaos that was Beth.

I soon learned that our arrangement was less like a no-fee gym membership and more like a rollercoaster with a habit of breaking down at the highest point. Thrilling, yes, but also slightly terrifying when you realize you're not entirely sure what you've gotten yourself into.

Still, every time Beth showed up with that look in her eyes--the one that said she was ready to cash in on the 'benefits' of our friendship--I couldn't deny the jolt of excitement that shot through me. It was like my desire had its own gravitational pull, and Beth was the moon to my ocean tides, dictating the ebb and flow of my self-control.

Unplanned was one thing. Unpredictable was Beth in a nutshell. But uninterested? Never.

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So it was during a party at my house, that I finally snapped when she interrupted me while I was chatting with an attractive Italian girl, mid flirt. That's when I felt it. The shift in the room, like a cold front moving in on a sunny day. It was a vibe only one person brought with her -- Beth.

"Hey there!" she chirped, appearing out of nowhere. Her auburn hair seemed to catch every ray of light, her green eyes zeroing in on me with predatory precision. The Italian girl turned, her expression a polite mix of curiosity and confusion.

"Amico?" she queried, her brows knitting together.

"More like a recurring plot twist," I muttered under my breath.

Beth slipped her arm through mine, her fingers tracing the fabric of my shirt as if she were reading Braille for hidden messages of invitation. "You didn't tell me you were into Renaissance art," she purred, her voice laced with something that wasn't quite innocence.

"Didn't come up," I shot back, trying to keep the irritation from leaking into my tone. But it was too late. The Italian beauty excused herself, muttering something about needing air.

"Another one bites the dust, huh?" I said, turning to face Beth. She just shrugged, the corners of her lips tilting upwards in a silent acknowledgment of her disruptive entrance.

"Can't help it if they can't handle a little competition," she retorted, her confidence unwavering despite the situation.

"Competition implies a fair race, Beth. You're more like a streaker at the Olympics -- impossible to ignore and totally not playing by the rules."

"Rules?" she laughed, tossing her hair back. "We don't have rules, remember?"

"Right," I sighed, watching the door swing shut behind the retreating figure of what could have been but never would be now. "No rules. Just chaos."

Beth leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear. "Admit it, you love the chaos."

"Love is a strong word," I countered, feeling the familiar pull of her gravitational force. But even the moon has its craters, and Beth's knack for ruining my chances was becoming one giant pothole in the road of our benefits-laden friendship.

"Maybe so," she whispered, her gaze locked onto mine. "But you can't deny there's something between us that's worth every interrupted flirtation."

"Something," I agreed, my resolve melting like ice cream on a hot sidewalk. "Or maybe I'm just addicted to the thrill of the chase."

"Then chase me," Beth challenged, her eyes shining with the promise of another wild ride.

"Maybe I will," I conceded, the edges of my frustration softening into reluctant amusement. After all, who was I kidding? This was Beth, and resistance was as futile as holding back the tides.

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I glared at Beth as she waltzed into the center of my living room, all wide-eyed innocence wrapped in a yellow sundress that left very little to the imagination, highlighting her tan and cleavage in danger of escaping. The Italian siren who'd been hanging on my every word just moments ago had stormed out, leaving behind a scent of frustrated desire and expensive perfume.

"Seriously, Beth?" I growled, watching her twirl a lock of auburn hair around her finger, utterly clueless or just plain ignoring the steam practically billowing out of my ears. "You have the timing of a jackhammer in a library."

She blinked, those green eyes blinking up at me with a mischief that could start wildfires. "Oh, come on," she cooed, stepping closer, her hips swaying in a rhythm that spoke of more than just walking. "You can't be that mad at me."

"Mad? Oh, no, not at all," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "I just love it when you barge in and scare off the first woman who's made my heart race since, well, the last time you scared one off."

Beth pouted, her lips forming a perfect bow that somehow always managed to look both kissable and infuriating. "I'm sorry," she said, and I almost believed her--if it wasn't for the twinkle in her eye that suggested she was anything but. "Let me make it up to you."

"Make it up to me?" I echoed, skeptical. How many times had we danced this dance?

"Uh-huh," she nodded, the sunlit fabric of her dress hugging her curves as if it was painted on. She stepped forward, closing the gap between us until I could feel the heat radiating from her skin. "With my mouth."

My brain did a somersault, and for a split second, all annoyance evaporated like morning dew under the glare of the sun. It was a testament to Beth's skills--or maybe just her audacity--that she could derail my anger with such an offer.

"Your mouth, huh?" I asked, trying to maintain a semblance of irritation. "And what exactly are you planning to do with it?"

"Whatever it takes," she whispered, reaching up to trace the outline of my jaw with a fingertip. "To make you forget about Ms. Italia and remember why you keep me around."

"Keep you around?" I snorted. "It's not like I have much choice in the matter. You're like a sexy boomerang. I toss you away, and back you come."

"Sexy boomerang," she repeated, chuckling. "I like the sound of that."

"Of course, you do," I muttered, shaking my head but unable to stop the smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth. Beth had this uncanny ability to flip the script, turning frustration into anticipation with nothing but a promise.

"Come on," she urged, her hand finding mine. "Let's go upstairs and I'll show you just how sorry I am."

"Lead the way, Chaos Incarnate," I said, letting her pull me toward the staircase. Because, really, what was college without a little chaos? And what was Beth without the promise of making up for it in the most pleasurable ways imaginable?

The second Beth's offer hung in the air, I channeled all my irritation into a single action. Spinning her around with more force than necessary, I propelled her toward the stairs, the urgency of my grip telegraphing that this was no mere flirtation. I was a man on a mission.

"Upstairs. Now," I commanded, feeling a rush of power as she stumbled up the steps ahead of me, the thin fabric of her sundress swaying with each stride. Reaching out, I couldn't resist copping a feel--a firm squeeze that had her emitting a surprised giggle. She must have thought I was playing, testing the waters of our new arrangement, but I was far past the point of teasing.

"Keep going," I growled, low and impatient, as we reached the landing. The dim glow from my room beckoned us forward, an oasis of promise after the desert of my recent dry spell.

Once inside the privacy of my four walls, I didn't waste any time. My shorts hit the floor with a soft thud, my readiness for her mouth undeniable even in the half-light. There was something primal about it, like marking territory--except the territory was every inch of her.

I plopped onto the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight, and shot out a hand to snag her by the hair, just at the nape of her neck where I knew she liked it. A tiny whine tumbled from her lips as I pulled her close. Her thighs met the edge of my bed, and she had no choice but to bend at the waist, stretching forward as I guided her head down.

"Come on, Beth. You promised," I reminded her, a smirk dancing on my lips despite the heat coiling in my gut. There was something wickedly satisfying about calling in a debt, especially one paid in such delicious currency.

Beth, with her usual absentminded grace, had neglected to shut the door behind us. It stood ajar, an invitation to the moonlight that spilled across the room in silvery swathes. Her dress-clad rear faced the open portal, and I'd bet my last dollar it was putting on quite the show for any accidental voyeur that might walk by my bedroom.

"Hey," I said, my voice a mix of amusement and command, "once you start, don't stop until I'm spent, got it? No pausing for applause or anything, even if the house catches fire."

She glanced back at me, those deep green eyes twinkling with mischief. "Is that a challenge?" she quipped, her lips quirking up in a half-smile that seemed to dare the universe to throw us its worst.

"Consider it a promise," I shot back, half-joking but wholly turned on by the thrill of what we were doing.

Beth's fingers curled around me with an eagerness that betrayed her feigned indifference. She leaned in, the warmth of her breath teasing before she enveloped my glans with her mouth. Her tongue swirled with a gentle finesse that belied the assertiveness I'd come to associate with her--a paradoxical dance that she performed so well.

"Damn," I breathed out, my hand instinctively tightening in her auburn locks. The slight pull elicited from her a low hum of pleasure that vibrated up my spine. It was like flipping a switch; with each subtle tug, I could feel her surrender inch by inch, her cool detachment giving way to fiery passion.

It was then, in the throes of this burgeoning lust, that the mundane sounds of domestic life intruded upon our little bubble of debauchery. The bathroom door down the hall creaked open, and the light that had seeped beneath it was snuffed out, leaving only the soft glow from downstairs to outline the doorway. Faint footsteps whispered across the carpet, edging nearer, threatening to interrupt my enjoyable control over Beth's mouth.

I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly; it seemed we were destined to be performers tonight, whether we'd intended to or not. The approaching steps were hesitant, almost as if the unseen walker debated whether to advance or retreat. But hey, who was I to deny an audience their show?

"Keep going, Beth," I murmured, half to her and half to the shadows at the door, "We wouldn't want to disappoint our fans."

The weight of a gaze is unmistakable; it's like the brush of unseen fingertips against the nape of your neck. That's what I felt, even as Beth's mouth was busy sending ripples of pleasure through me. The presence in the doorway--silent and watchful--was palpable.

"Looks like we've got company," I whispered to Beth, my voice betraying a hint of amusement amidst the building tension. There was something wickedly thrilling about being watched, though I had never planned for an audience, I immediately wondering how I could leverage the situation for even more "punishment".

Beth's response was a muffled noise that could have been interpreted as curiosity or encouragement. She didn't miss a beat, her movements both eager and measured, as if she were performing just for our silent spectator, though I doubt she was aware of our watcher, thinking I was just role playing.

"Guess you're not so keen on leaving, huh?" I called out playfully to the figure in the shadows, challenging them to either join the party or find their own entertainment. But there was no response, no movement--just the steady, almost predatory stillness of someone captivated by the scene unfolding before them.

Irritation with Beth--the kind that had been simmering ever since she started meddling with my attempts at other hookups--suddenly morphed into a mischievous impulse. It was wrong, undeniably so, but the boundary between propriety and carnal desire had already been crossed. And if this stranger was going to stick around, well, why not make it worth their while?

"Alright, mystery guest," I grinned, the corners of my lips twitching with devilish intent. "You've got a front-row seat, so don't say I never give you anything."

With a sly look back at the doorway, I let the idea take root, feeling the rush of adrenaline mingling with arousal. What happened next would be a tale fit for those hushed, scandalous whispers that snaked their way through college dorms--an anecdote of lust taken one step too far, where the lines blurred and the night took on a life of its own.

I leaned in closer, a calculated grin playing on my lips as I momentarily released the tangled locks of Beth's hair from my grasp. My hands skimmed down to the hem of her dress, that little sundress that had teased me all evening. Fingers clutched the fabric on either side of her waist. With the slow, taunting pull upwards, I watched the stranger's shadow through the corner of my eye to gauge his reaction.

"Enjoying the show?" I murmured under my breath, half to myself and half to our uninvited audience member. Beth's skin caught the shimmer of moonlight streaming through the window, her upper thighs a pale contrast to the darkened room--a silent invitation for eyes to wander further.

A chuckle escaped me as the bottom of her ass came into view, showcased by the black thong that had thought it could contain her. "This has got to go," I mused to both Beth, who remained oblivious to the spectator, and to the shadowed figure whose presence felt like an electric charge in the air.

In one swift motion, my fingers gripped the delicate fabric and yanked hard. The sound of seams giving way was oddly satisfying, and the remnants of lace and elastic hung limply, now just a memory of modesty clinging to her hips. Moonlight bathed her now-bared flesh in an ethereal glow, highlighting the curves and valleys with silver strokes.

"Whoops," I said, feigning innocence as I tossed aside the tattered remains of the thong. "Guess we can't put that back together." I glanced at the doorway again, catching the faintest shift in the darkness, a silent acknowledgment of the escalating scene before them. The humor of the situation wasn't lost on me; here we were, putting on a private show that had unexpectedly acquired a very quiet audience.

Moments like this were what college stories were made of, after all: those tales you'd recount years later with a smirk and a shake of the head, wondering just how you'd managed to get away with such escapades. And tonight, we were writing another chapter, impromptu and unedited, with Beth blissfully unaware and me ever so aware of the eyes that didn't look away.

Beth's response to the unexpected roughness was a deep, resonant moan that vibrated through the very core of my being. Her dedication to the task at hand--or should I say, mouth--was unwavering, even as she took me further into the warmth of her embrace. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure down my spine, igniting every nerve ending with an urgency that bordered on desperation.

"Seems like you're in need of a little discipline," I murmured, the words spilling out into the charged air between us. My voice was low, almost teasing, laced with an undercurrent of suggestion. "I mean, maybe this isn't quite cutting it. What do you think? Should I up the ante and take things... north of the border?" To emphasize my words, I reach over her ass to tease her little star, circling it like a shark.

At the prospect, or perhaps the challenge, Beth's efforts redoubled. She moaned again, a sound that was both louder and laced with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. It was as if each vibration from her throat was a siren call, beckoning me deeper into the heat of the moment. Watching her now, so lost in the act, so fervent in her ministrations, I couldn't tell if she was trying to steer clear of further punishment or diving headlong towards it.

"Careful there," I teased, my hand instinctively reaching to stroke her auburn hair, feeling the silken threads slip through my fingers. "Keep that up, and you might just talk me into following through."

"Then again," I continued, the corner of my mouth quirking upward in a half-smile, "maybe you're doing this on purpose. Maybe you want me to cross that line."

Beth, caught between defiance and surrender, seemed to answer with her actions, her pace quickening, her touch growing more insistent. And as her tongue swirled and coaxed, I couldn't help but wonder if we were both teetering on the edge of something wild, something neither of us could--or wanted to--control.

My left hand roamed over the smooth expanse of her skin, relishing the firm curve of Beth's ass as I gave it an affectionate squeeze. She always did have a way of making my palms itch to touch. With a chuckle, I lifted my right hand to my mouth and, in the spirit of generous hospitality, slathered my fingers with saliva.

I returned my glistening fingers to her rear, circling the tight ring of her rosebud with a gentle tease that made her back arch ever so slightly. When I pressed just a hint further, she let out a low grunt, the kind that was half surprise, half 'keep-going-you-bastard.' Though she often complains, she is more into ass play than any woman I had ever been with, going off like a rocket when it was introduced.

As if on cue, my peripheral vision caught the shadowy figure lingering in the doorway. The stranger, framed by the faint light from downstairs, hadn't budged an inch, but his waistline told a different story. A rhythmic motion suggested he was taking matters into his own hands--literally.

"Looks like we've got an audience, Beth," I said, keeping my voice light, infused with a mischievous lilt. "I guess we're putting on quite the show."

Her only response was to take me deeper, sending vibrations along my length that almost scrambled my brain. I had to hand it to her; she knew how to keep a man on his toes--and on the brink.

"Hope they're enjoying the view," I added under my breath, not sure who I was trying to convince, Beth or myself. The idea that someone else was getting off on our escapade was both unsettling and oddly thrilling--an unexpected kick to our already charged encounter.

But hell, college was about learning and sharing experiences, right? Even if some lessons were more unorthodox than others.

I smirked to myself, the slick sheen of spit on my fingers catching the moonlight as I brought my hand back to Beth's waiting flesh. She was all anticipation and shivers, her skin a canvas for my next move. Without preamble, I pushed forward, my finger piercing the tightness of her ass with a boldness that took us both by surprise.

"Shit," she exhaled, the word half-lost in a groan as she instinctively tried to evade the sudden intrusion. It was almost comical, how quickly her poised exterior crumbled into raw need. Almost.

"Keep going, and don't you dare stop," I warned, authority lacing my tone as I pulled back and landed a firm smack on her ass. The sound ricocheted off the walls like a shot, marking territory and intent. "You've been playing games all night, Beth. You know what happens to naughty girls, right?"

Her eyes darted up to meet mine, a flash of something wild within their green depths. Her breath hitched--a silent plea mingled with defiance--as if challenging me to push her limits even further.

"Or maybe you're just asking for it?" I mused aloud, the corner of my mouth twitching upward. "Maybe you want me to fuck that pretty ass of yours as your penance?"

There it was--that flicker of surrender, a split-second where Beth's bravado wavered and her desire poured out, unfiltered. Oh, she was good at the game, but we both knew she wanted to lose just as much as she wanted to win.

Ignoring the sting of discomfort that flashed across her features, I slipped my finger back into her with a deliberate ease. The initial resistance gave way to an unexpected warmth as I found my rhythm, coaxing soft, involuntary grunts from her throat. They mingled with the wet sounds of her mouth working over me, creating a symphony of the sort of debauchery we'd both come to crave.

"Ah... there you go," I coaxed, slight amusement lining my voice despite the heat boiling within me. "Getting cozy, aren't we?"

Beth's response was nonverbal--a deepening moan vibrating against me, resonating through my core. As I continued to play her like the most wicked of instruments, each movement of my finger elicited a telling shudder from her body. It was fascinating, really, how quickly discomfort could dance its way into pleasure.

And then, just when I thought I had her figured out, she threw me a curveball. Her hand, which had been reaching back in a feeble attempt to establish some semblance of control, changed course. Slipping between her thighs, she began to rub herself with a fervency that spoke volumes. The sight was enough to send a jolt straight to my gut. If this was her idea of playing defense, I was all for it.

"Damn, Beth," I chuckled, the sound half-drowned by the growing thickness of lust in the air. "You're full of surprises."

Her moans crescendoed, a clear indication that my finger's dance had become part of a larger chorus. The rhythmic circling of her hips suggested she was sinking deeper into the sensations, surrendering to the wild tangle of stimulation. Her intensified moaning was the only answer I needed, and under the moon's voyeuristic glow, I basked in the debased artistry of our tangled bodies.

With the moon throwing its scandalous spotlight into the room, I raised a hand, beckoning the silent spectator with a crooked finger. The dude must've felt like he'd hit the jackpot, a night of unscripted erotica unfolding before his very eyes. I couldn't see his expression in the dim light, but if his posture was any indication, he was intrigued enough to play along.

"Come on then," I whispered under my breath, as though he could hear me over Beth's symphony of pleasure. I tightened my grip on her hair, that vibrant auburn mane that seemed almost ablaze in the lunar luminescence. My other hand continued its own rhythmic concerto, punctuating each note with her increasingly eager moans.

The stranger edged closer, and damn, the moonlight did him a favor, casting his silhouette like some kind of erotic Greek statue. Legs first, then the grand reveal of his waist--guy must've ditched his shorts at lightning speed. I had to give him kudos for the quick change act. Beth, oblivious to our new participant, was lost in her own crescendo of ecstasy. I leaned back, my finger slipping from the warm embrace of her ass, a silent invitation for our voyeur to take center stage.

He took the cue like a pro, sidling up close until his hand--the one not preoccupied with keeping his own arousal in check--hovered near the tantalizing target. With a swift motion, I signaled for him to dive into the depths I had abandoned, a seamless transition that would've made any relay racer proud. I was not sure if he would commit, but either way, I was about to find out.

The moonlight played its silvery game, casting a glow on the unfolding tableau. Dude's hand vanished into the shadows momentarily before reappearing, now slick and ready for action. He didn't waste time, diving right in where I left off, his fingers making easy work of it. Beth's response was immediate, a sharp intake of breath followed by a deeper, more resonant grunt. His digits must've been a size up from mine because she wasn't just humming along anymore--this was a full-on aria of surprise.

"Easy there, tiger," I thought, watching her body tense and then slowly relax into the new sensation. The grip on her hair had her head tilted back, and I couldn't help but chuckle at the mix of annoyance and pleasure that danced across her features--a silent plea mingled with the thrill of the unexpected. Her whimpers were music to my ears, not quite sure if they were begging for mercy or more, but who was I to judge?

"Keep up, Beth," I teased softly, even though her focus was clearly split between my voice and the symphony of sensations coursing through her. This was college, after all--time to cram in as much experience as possible before the real world kicked in. And tonight? Well, we were definitely on an accelerated course.

"Definitely think that ass needs to be fucked," I murmured with a smirk, the words rolling off my tongue like an idle thought. "But hey, Beth, you keep that pretty mouth working, got it?" Beth responded not with words--her mouth was a little preoccupied for that--but with a muffled hum of acknowledgment. Her green eyes flickered up to mine, a silent vow that she wasn't backing down from whatever this twisted game had become. That look, that damn intoxicating mix of defiance and desire--it was enough to make me forget where we were, who might be watching, or the thin line we were balancing on.

And then came the point of no return. His other hand had slipped away for just a moment before returning, coated in saliva, gleaming in the moonlight that poured through the window like a spotlight for our unplanned threesome

I watched, fascinated, as he positioned himself behind Beth. His slick fingers continued their relentless dance, his cock now poised at the gates, ready to storm the fortress. The anticipation in the room was tangible, and for a split second, everything paused--the calm before the storm.

I leaned back, propped up on my elbows on the bed, my gaze locked on the spectacle unfolding before me. This was way past flirting with disaster; this was inviting it in for a nightcap. And yet, here we were, caught up in the rush, the thrill of crossing lines and pushing limits.

Beth's moans crescendoed, the kind of soundtrack that'd make a composer jealous. There she was, lost in her world of pleasure as her fingers danced a frantic ballet over her clit. Oblivious? Hell yeah. She had no idea about the storm brewing just north of paradise. Meanwhile, our silent partner in crime was doing some sort of choreographed tease with his cock at the gateway to her only recently conquered territory.

He wasn't diving in, though. No, this guy had finesse. His cock just nudged against her, tracing the rim of her ass in slow-motion circles. It was like watching someone trying to coax a cat into a bath without getting clawed to death. Beth's hips were swaying, doing this unconscious come-hither loop-de-loop, totally clueless.

Beth was none the wiser. Her entire universe had shrunk to the size of two very specific points: my cock and her clit. And man, was she working on a masterpiece.

The room was a mix of shadows and moonlight, casting an ethereal glow on the unfolding scene. Beth's moans at a fever-pitch in my ears, her body a living, breathing symphony of desire. The rhythmic dance of her hips intensified as she ground back against the invisible intruder, her ass circling with increasing urgency.

Her breath hitched, and then there it was--the unmistakable sound of pleasure teetering on the brink of release. A sudden clench around me, so tight it could've turned coal into diamonds, signaled the moment she toppled over the edge. Her high-pitched keen sliced through the stillness of the room, a siren call to all things carnal.

And the watcher? Oh, he was ready to join the chorus. Seizing the opportunity like a Black Friday shopper spotting a discounted TV, he pressed forward. Beth's body shuddered against him, her orgasm unwittingly inviting him in. There was a split second of resistance--like her body was asking, "Are we really doing this?"--before giving way under the insistent pressure.

He was in. Not all the way, just a few inches, but enough to stake his claim in the newfound territory of Beth's spasming ass. The moonlight might have been gentle, but what was happening in its silver caress was anything but.

Beth's body convulsed, a wild symphony of resistance and desire. Her muffled yell sent shockwaves down my shaft, vibrating in time with her frantic motions. My hand was steadfast in her hair, an anchor amidst the storm she was weathering, as she bucked like a bronco trying to dislodge her tormentor.

Her gyrations were desperate, seeking an escape from the intrusion that had claimed her ass. But I held firm, my grip a silent promise--I wasn't letting go. Not until I got what I came for.

"Keep going, Beth," I instructed, my voice steady despite the chaos. The words were more than a command; they were a lifeline tossed into the tumultuous sea of her arousal.

She heaved a ragged sigh around me and resumed her task, her lips enveloping me with a tender ferocity that spoke volumes of her inner turmoil. She sucked, the sensation half-hearted at first, but growing more insistent as she reconciled with the fullness pressing against her backdoor, which, much to his credit, had ceased its advance, allowing her a moment to acclimate.

"Good girl," I praised, the hint of a smirk playing on my lips. It was a twisted tango we danced--her defiance met with my insistence, her vulnerability entwined with my control. In the dim moonlit room, filled with the electricity of unspoken desires, we found our rhythm.

"Keep at it, sweetheart," I coaxed, my words a mix of encouragement and mischief as I felt Beth's resolve hardening like tempered steel. Her discomfort was clear, the pangs of her adjustment echoing through the thick air of the room with each moan that vibrated against me.

The stranger -- the silent participant in our shameless ballet -- seemed to sense the shift too. With a slow, almost reverent withdrawal, he gave Beth the briefest reprieve, an act so laden with tension it should've been criminal. Then, with a calculated push that was anything but gentle, he delved back into her, each thrust deeper than the last. Beth's response was immediate; a symphony of raw, pained moans that sang a discordant melody to my ears.

"Damn," I muttered under my breath, a spectator to my own scene, unable to tear my gaze away from the carnal display before me. The sight of his cock burrowing into Beth's depths, the slap of flesh on flesh growing louder, was hypnotic. It was like watching a live wire spark -- dangerous, unpredictable, and utterly entrancing. Beth's eyes were glazed, half-lidded in a mixture of pain and pleasure, her focus solely on the relentless pace set by our uninvited guest.

His hips met the cheeks of her ass in a steady rhythm, each impact a soft clap that might as well have been applause for the depravity we'd sunk into. The way she tried to muffle her groans, yet couldn't quite silence them, told me everything I needed to know. This was raw, this was real, and by some twisted stroke of fate, it was ridiculously hot.

Beth's fingertips traced back down her body, a desperate dance of self-pleasure emerging amidst the chaos. It was like she'd tapped into some primal rhythm, her moans morphing into something deeper, more guttural, as if each thrust peeled away another layer of restraint. The slapping sounds became a raucous beat, punctuating the air with the kind of noise that you just know will stick in your mind for days.

Her response was a series of frenzied movements against her own flesh, the urgency in her touch painting a picture words could never do justice. If moans had color, hers would be the deepest shade of crimson, painting the room with her lust. And then, our silent partner, the watcher, decided it was high time to crank up the volume. With a grip on Beth's hips that spoke of ownership, he started driving into her like a man possessed. His hands were firm, unyielding, and his pace... well, let's just say he wasn't here for a leisurely stroll in the park.

Beth's mouth went from dedicated cock-worship to a wild orchestra of sounds that ricocheted off the walls. Each grunt, each gasp that escaped her lips was louder than the last, rising above the symphony of smacks that filled the room. It was like watching a live porno, but with me smack-dab in the middle of the action -- not that I was complaining.

The rhythm had been steadily building, a crescendo of flesh and heat that promised an explosive finale. Beth's hips were the epicenter of it all, with the watcher's hands clamped down like he was trying to steer a wild stallion--except this bronco was made of curves and soft moans.

"Ah, there it is," I thought, as his grunts grew more urgent, punctuating each thrust. A few more powerful heaves and he held fast, buried deep inside her. The sound that ripped from Beth was guttural, raw, the kind of scream that clawed its way up your throat and demanded to be heard. Her body shuddered, folding almost in half as she clenched around him, her orgasm hitting her like a freight train. And damn if it wasn't the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

Not to be outdone by the silent cowboy at her rear, I had my own grand finale to orchestrate. Gripping that fiery mane of hers, I became the maestro of our sordid symphony, guiding her head up and down to the rhythm of my needs. Each whimper that vibrated against me rang out like a victory chant, her body still quaking with aftershocks.

"Ride it out, Beth, just like that," I coaxed, feeling the edge approaching like a tidal wave ready to crash over us both. She obliged, swallowing me whole, the pressure building until I couldn't hold back any longer.

And then... release. My world narrowed down to the pulsing ecstasy as I flooded her mouth, her throat working to take it all even as she gasped for air. It was messy, it was frantic, and it was absolutely perfect.

The watcher's shadowed figure lurched, a brief stutter in his movement before he pulled out of Beth with an abruptness that made her gasp. He staggered back a step, the moonlight catching the sheen of sweat on his skin for just a moment before he turned and beat a hasty retreat. In a clumsy dance of avoidance, he sidestepped discarded clothes like landmines, finally stumbling out the door and into the anonymity of the night.

With a gentleness that contradicted the fervor from moments ago, I uncurled my fingers from Beth's tangled hair. The fiery strands slipped through my grasp like liquid flame as I eased off my exertion. She collapsed forward slightly, then caught herself and shifted to rest her head on my thigh, her chest heaving in search of air.

Beth managed a weak chuckle, the sound muffled against my skin. Her breathing was still heavy, her body recovering from the onslaught of sensations we had both put her through. I felt a twinge of pride mixed with concern; she was a tempest, sure, but even storms needed to catch their breath.

"You okay?"

Her response was a contented hum, a vibration against my leg that sent a residual shiver up my spine. There was something raw about this aftermath, a reality stripped bare and laid out in the open. But hell, if college wasn't the time for late-night escapades and the occasional crash course in human anatomy, then what was it good for?

Beth's limbs were a study in graceless sprawl as she clambered up the bed, her movements less cat-like and more akin to a newborn foal on roller skates. With a final heave that smacked of both exhaustion and relief, she collapsed beside me, the soft huff of her breaths quickly evening out into the steady rhythm of sleep.

I lay there, my mind a whirlpool of reflections swirling with a cocktail of satisfaction and impending dread. I turned my head, watching her chest rise and fall, auburn waves spilled over the pillow like autumn's cascade. There was something about the way she just crashed out, all earlier ferocity fizzled into vulnerability, that got me right in the feels.

My brain was still doing mental gymnastics, flipping between 'damn-that-was-hot' and 'what-the-actual-hell-just-happened'. As I drifted off, the echoes of our escapade faded into the fuzzy edges of dreams, leaving one persistent thought tugging at the corner of my consciousness: How is Beth going to rebound from tonight's playbook?

And with that, I let the night claim me, my last semi-coherent hope being that tomorrow's hangover would be kind, and Beth's memory... forgiving.