Irrational Fear

Irrational fear

Frankie leaned back on the worn-out couch in Mya's dorm, swirling the last of his drink in a red plastic cup. The after-work get-together had thinned out hours ago, leaving just him and the four women he'd spent an intense month with during their training course: late nights, shared stress, inside jokes, and way too much caffeine. Now that the program was over and real work had started, this little "just-one-drink" meetup had turned into something more personal.

There was Mya: a sharp-witted, openly lesbian, and the kind of bold that dared you to keep up. She was the one who offered up her dorm for the hangout, claiming her roommate was gone for the weekend and "the floor was already sticky anyway."

Sophie and Jade were the chaotic best-friend duo: both wild, magnetic, always half-daring each other to take things a little further, a little faster. You didn't invite one without the other, and somehow they always turned a quiet night into a story worth regretting.

And then there was Erin. Erin, who had been coolly professional during training but kept catching his eye when no one else was looking. The one who invited him tonight with a casual text--"Don't stay home. Come through." She said it was just to make sure he wasn't stuck in his apartment alone again, but something about the way she looked at him when he showed up said there might've been more to it.

Now it was just the five of them. Music low, drinks mostly gone, the air heavy with something unspoken. Laughter still came easy, but beneath it was a buzz of curiosity, tension, and the thrill of crossing a line that had been there all month.

They were all there to help Mya get over her ex... again. The Fourth breakup now and counting. She'd been drinking more since the split, but at least she could go the night without throwing up now. The conversation had drifted, as it always did, from heartbreak to sex: what they were good at, what they hadn't tried, what they were curious about.

"You've never eaten a girl out before?" Sophie asked, one brow arched at Frankie.

He hesitated. "Not yet."

Jade scoffed. "That's a damn shame."

Erin, perched cross-legged on the bed, tilted her head. "Why not?"

He shrugged, heat rising up his neck. He couldn't exactly admit the truth: that he had an irrational fear of being too good at it. That, in the heat of the moment, he might drown under a woman's pleasure, literally.

Mya smirked wiping away her eyeliner tears. "You scared or something?"

The room paused for just a beat too long.

"Not scared," Frankie muttered. "Just... cautious."

Sophie and Jade exchanged confused glances. Erin leaned in, chewing her lip. Mya cracked her knuckles, clearly entertained.

"Cautious of what?" Sophie asked, more gently this time.

Frankie exhaled. Screw it.

"I've just thought what if I'm too good? Like, I'm the kind of guy who really commits to something when I enjoy it and I'm sure I will. What if one day, in the wrong position, she squirts and I can't breathe? What if she doesn't realize I'm drowning?"

Silence. As they ladies all take in what they just heard.

Then: laughter. Loud, uncontrollable.

"Oh my god," Sophie said, wiping tears. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

Jade doubled over. "You've been holding out on eating pussy because of that?"

Frankie crossed his arms, cheeks burning. "It's a valid concern."

Now grinning, Mya leaned forward. "Well, there's one way to find out."

The room shifted. A challenge had been thrown.

"Wait," Erin said, sitting up straighter. "Are we actually doing this?"

"Why not?" Mya stretched, cracking her back. "I need to get over my ex for real this time and I wanna test his theory."

Frankie blinked. "You're joking."

Sophie hopped onto Mya's work desk (drink still in hand), pulling Jade with her. "Oh, we're so not."

"Hey Siri, play my 'Stripper Music' playlist," Mya called out.

Erin's gaze found his. Her expression was unreadable. "You don't have to."

But he wasn't backing down now.

"Alright," he said. "Let's do this."

The room turned into something out of a surreal, sexy science lab. Jade and Sophie stripped on top of the desk, swaying to the beat. Mya stood in front of him, panties now on the floor, hands on her hips.

"You start with me," she said, snapping her fingers and pointing down.

Instinct took over. Frankie dropped to his knees faster than he ever did in church, not hesitating for a second. He crawled to Mya on all fours like a man starved, hands landing on her thighs as his mouth zeroed in on the heat between them.

Just before his lips reached her neatly trimmed bush, Mya snapped her fingers, halting him.

"Open wide," she whispered with a wicked grin then blinked in surprise. "Holy shit. Frankie, did anyone ever tell you your tongue is long as hell?"

He smirked, tongue already hanging halfway out. "Yeah, my parents told me not to show it off until I got engaged. I'm starting to see why."

A sudden whistle broke the tension. From somewhere nearby, Jade's voice called out teasingly, "Damn, boy that must be five inches you're hiding back there."

Mya let out a sultry moan. "You could probably eat my ass from the front. Wanna try?"

He didn't answer with words. Instead, he leaned in and laid a hot, sloppy kiss right at the top of her pussy, he sucks on the hood of her clit to embrace it inside his mouth. After circling her clit he presses against it back into place then drags his rough tongue down, slow and firm, through her folds. He split her open with that tongue, licking deeper, wetter, filthier, until the tip teased the crease of her ass, making her hips jolt.

She gasped, knees shaking from the pressure. "Ohh close enough," she moaned, already losing composure.

At first, Mya held his face there between her legs, grinding her pussy against his mouth with deliberate control. She kept eye contact, watching his face disappear between her thighs, her smirk growing with every slick flick of his tongue. But minutes in, that control started to slip. Her fingers tightened in his hair, her hips stuttered, and her moans came faster.

Frankie didn't slow down. He lapped at her like he was addicted devouring every drop, pushing deeper, his face glossy with her arousal. His hands spread her wider, holding her open like a gift, tongue alternating between tender flicks and obscene plunges inside her.

By the time she finally came and pulled away, legs trembling, she had to catch herself on the nearest surface.

She laughed breathless and raw. "Damn," she exhaled, licking her lips. "Not bad at all."

Next, Sophie and Jade climbed onto the desk, dropping to all fours side by side like they'd rehearsed this. The music pulsed behind them, bass matching the vibe in the room. They glanced over their shoulders with matching smirks.

"My turn," Jade said, wiggling her hips invitingly.

"No, it's my turn," Sophie countered, reaching back to spread her cheeks, exposing her pink pussy without a hint of shame. "I called dibs."

Frankie approached slowly, eyes flicking between the two. His heart pounded, but his hands were steady as he stepped in behind them. He settled his grip on Jade's hips first, letting his thumbs trace the soft curve just above her thighs. He leaned in, kissing the back of her leg before his tongue found her folds warm, wet, responsive.

Jade's breath hitched. She rocked back slightly into his mouth, and he let her guide the rhythm. Every lick, every swirl, made her thighs quiver a little more.

But then Sophie cleared her throat, clearly impatient. "Ahem. Some of us are still waiting to drown over here."

Frankie chuckled against Jade's skin, then pulled away, earning a soft whine from her, and shifted over to Sophie. She arched her back in anticipation, still holding herself open for him.

"You sure about this?" he asked, voice lower now.

She glanced back. "I want you in both holes with just your tongue. Think you can multitask?"

Challenge accepted.

He started between her legs, slow and deliberate, letting his tongue tease her folds until her breath came out in broken little gasps. Then, without warning, he lifted her just enough to tilt her hips up and dragged his tongue higher trailing it up until it reached her rim. Sophie let out a groan and pushed back against his face as he pressed inside.

"Holy fuck, yes--there. Don't stop."

He didn't. Frankie buried his face between her cheeks, alternating between firm pressure and soft, teasing strokes. His hands gripped her thighs tighter, holding her steady as her body started to tremble. She tasted different, electric, wild. And the way she moaned like she wanted the whole room to hear only fueled him.

Jade leaned sideways on the desk, reaching for the front of his pants highlighting the dick print showing. "Looks like someone got over their fear of suffocating."

Frankie pulled back just long enough to catch his breath, his lips slick, his voice rough. "If I go out like this, just know it was worth it."

Sophie gasped, half-laughing, half-moan, reaching back again for a grip of Frankie's hair. "Shut up and get back in there."

He did.

Frankie then realized: this wasn't just a test anymore.

It was a performance.

And he was killing it.

Frankie pulled away from Sophie, her moans still echoing in his ears. His lips tingled, his jaw ached, and his pulse was hammering with a mix of adrenaline and arousal. He wiped his mouth, half-smirking, half-dazed and then he looked over to the bed.

Erin was already there.

Half-naked, one leg tucked beneath her and the other hanging off the mattress, fingers working slow, practiced circles under her panties. Her shirt had slipped off one shoulder, her breasts exposed, rising and falling with each heavy breath. Her eyes were locked on him wide and hungry. She didn't say a word.

Frankie moved toward her, drawn like gravity. Erin let out a soft breath when he reached her. She took his hand in both of hers, warm and slick, and guided him gently onto the bed. Her movements were tender, but her touch trembled with anticipation. Frankie let her pull him down onto his back.

Erin was a calm in the storm. Her eyes met his, and everything else fell away. The teasing, the laughter, the music in the background, all blurred. Just the two of them remained in focus.

Erin was the one. The reason he hadn't backed out.

"You sure?" she murmured, almost shy, while she slips off her panties.

Frankie nodded, his voice husky. "Yeah."

Erin climbed onto the bed with the kind of control that made Frankie's cock twitch slow, confident, every movement deliberate. She swung a leg over him, straddling his face, knees pinning his shoulders down. She hovered there, just inches from his mouth, giving him a full view of her slick folds above him.

She paused teasing then looked down her body, past her breasts, past the soft swell of her stomach, until her eyes locked onto his.

Frankie didn't blink.

Her fingers traced his chest, light as smoke, dragging over his nipples, down his sides. Her touch made his abs tighten, a shiver ripping through him.

And then finally she lowered herself onto his mouth.

He groaned into her pussy as she pressed down, smothering his face with wet heat. His hands shot to her waist, gripping tight, sliding up her torso to palm her ribs, anchoring her there. His tongue got to work--slow circles, long strokes, greedy flicks that made her thighs twitch around his ears.

She was soaked already. He licked like he was starving.

Then--zzzip--a sound behind him.

Frankie gasped against her clit, muffled by her pussy, as someone unzipped his jeans and tugged them down just enough to free his cock. But no one wrapped a hand around it. Instead, fingers trailed lightly up his shaft, barely there just enough to make his hips jerk. Fingernails scraped gently over his thighs, his lower stomach, the inside of his legs, all heat and teasing with no relief.

Someone tugged up his shirt, baring his chest, and then someone kissed his skin right before nails dragged across his abs. Then two fingers brushed his nipples and gave one a slow, twisting pull.

He bucked involuntarily.

Beside the bed, someone whooped. "There you go, Frankie!" Jade's voice rang out, thick with heat. "Now do her like you did us!"

Mya added, teasing and breathy, "Use that freak tongue, baby boy. Show her what that mouth's for."

He didn't stop to answer, his mouth was too full of Erin's pussy. He doubled down, licking harder, tongue fucking her with obscene, wet sounds as her hips started to grind on instinct. Her slick coated his chin. His face was a mess. He didn't care. His cock throbbed helplessly in the open air as the teasing continued no grip, no stroke, just soft scratches and pinches that pushed him to the edge.

And judging by the moan that tore out of Erin's throat, he was getting her there too.

Frankie didn't speak (he couldn't) but he heard them. Their cheering only pushed him deeper into the moment. He flattened his tongue, curled it, flicking it now able to reach her rim, every motion earned another twitch of Erin's thighs, another sigh that melted into a moan.

Then he shifted.

Hooking one arm around her leg, he lifted her slightly, giving himself more access. His tongue darted lower exploring, finding her entrance and fucking her with almost violent thrusts of his tongue. Erin gasped again, louder this time, grinding against him, one hand braced on the headboard, the other tangled in his hair.

He wasn't scared now.

He was locked in. Present. Devoted.

Erin shifted her weight, sliding lower along Frankie's chest until her thighs framed his head. Her legs tightened around him, steady and possessive. Without saying a word, she extended her tongue, holding it out deliberately, then tapped him on the forehead with it.

Frankie caught the message. He understood. He stuck out and stiffened his tongue straight, ready.

The moment flickered with humor, but Erin stayed focused. She repositioned herself directly above Frankie's mouth, hovering just long enough. Then, slowly she lowered herself onto him.

She started gently letting his tongue explore inside her, letting his lips move against her, savoring the attention like it was her right. Her hips moved in slow, deliberate circles, claiming his face like a throne.

Then she picked up the pace.

The rhythm deepened, her hips rolling, her clit sliding over his nose over and over as the sensation built inside her. Frankie knew she was close. He felt it in the way her thighs clamped tighter around his head, the way her hips lost their rhythm and started to grind down with urgency. She wasn't riding anymore she was using him. And he wanted it.

Then it happened.

Erin came with a soft held back moan, her body shuddering as she pressed her full weight onto his face. Her slickness flooded his mouth, soaking his tongue, her release hot as he gulped at his pace. She didn't let up if anything, she ground harder, dragging it out, smearing it all over his mouth, his nose to his chin, his cheeks.

Frankie took it. Every dew. Tongue still thrusting, lips messy and wet, eyes fluttering shut as he gave himself over to it completely. He didn't care how loud it was, how messy, how breathless he got under her weight this was exactly where he wanted to be. Used. Buried. Drenched.

This was it. His nightmare.

The flood.

But then, nothing happened... He was fine! More than fine.

Erin trembled above him, her grip in his hair loosening. Her whole body shivered with her eyes closed and lips pursed blowing out one long breath, then she sagged. Erin slid off to the side, collapsing next to him on the bed, chest heaving.

When she finally pulled back, legs still trembling, Frankie's face was slick and glistening, his chest rising and falling fast. His cock strained hard even out of his jeans, aching he hadn't even been touched. The women giggling as they tickled his thighs and abs some more.

Frankie lay there, stunned, breathless, mouth wet.

She turned her head, a grin forming at her lips. "So?"

Frankie looked at her, really looked at her flushed cheeks, her wild hair, the way she looked both ruined and radiant like she won a marathon.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gave her a cocky smile. "Guess I survived."

Erin laughed low, breathy, real. "Barely."

From across the bed, Mya called out, "Someone get that man a medal or at least a damn water bottle."

Sophie chimed in. "Nah, make it a towel. "

Frankie didn't answer. He just turned his head and stared up at the ceiling, his body buzzing, his heart pounding to get out his chest, and Erin's wet warmth still lingering against his lips.

Mya clapped his thighs. "Congratulations. You didn't drown in pussy."

Jade and Sophie whooped from the side. Erin, still breathless, rolled onto her side to look at him. "And?"

Frankie smirked. "And I think I might need more practice."

Erin's cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away. "We might be able to help with that."

The night was far from over.