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It's Easy When It's Right

In our room, waiting for Bryan to get out of the shower, I spared a brief thought for Shaun and Emma. Honestly, with the way she kept needling him, I was a little worried that we would be ending the trip with a double funeral.

When my boyfriend came back from his shower in a towel, dripping and shirtless, I voiced my concerns. Bryan said, "Look, you've said it yourself a thousand times. They need to fight or fuck it out. You know they're into each other. Hell, everyone knows. The guys and I have had a running wager on when they'd give in, and which one of them would make the first move, since freshman year. It's a two part thing. To win the cash, you have to get both parts right."

I smirked. "Let me guess, the bet was Seth's idea."

Bryan nodded and grinned with all of his teeth. "If Shaun knew, he'd be so pissed... Hell, when you told me that Emma was coming with us, I put 300 bucks on this week; I gotta use my inside advantage, girl."

I rolled my eyes as he kept talking. "Babe, Hannah was fucked up tonight, right? Bet that's going to be fun for Seth to clean up."

He stepped into a pair of loose basketball shorts with no underwear, getting ready for bed. I never get tired of seeing Bryan naked. My boyfriend towers over my 5'11 frame at 6'5. He has a six pack with those mouthwatering V-lines. His dick is beautiful, cut, just above eight inches and curved. He's a shower, so his equipment always looks impressive, hanging thick between his muscular thighs.It

My boyfriend caught me checking out his package and leered at me, perennially cocky.

I shook my head at him. "Hannah was fine, promise. It was all an act. Those 'vodka shots' were just water, and her 'gin and tonics' were club soda with lime. She and Seth made a bet... Let's just say that he's getting exactly what he deserves."

I liked what I knew of Hannah. Seth had largely kept her to himself, but it was abundantly clear that he was smitten. Our friend tended to have a lot of one night stands. He never broke an obvious sweat about anything, but I could tell that Hannah was different. A lot of people assumed that Seth wasn't a serious person, but after knowing him for years, I had found that he just didn't like to be vulnerable until he felt safe with people. He loved his parents, had tremendous respect for women, and regularly showed up for his friends without being asked. I knew that when Seth chose to settle down, he'd be great. My only (totally unreasonable) complaint was that Hannah made me feel so damn tall. It wasn't her fault, but I had to resist the urge to duck down whenever I talked to her.

Bryan laughed out loud. He loved an opportunity to bust on his boys. "Ha! Hannah's a damn good actress, she had all us guys fooled... I think she's going to be good for Seth."

I shook my head with wry irony. "A magician's best friend is a drunk audience."

Honestly, I was enjoying having both Lisette and Hannah around. It was kind of nice not to be the only girl, and we genuinely got along. They were very different from each other, and from me, but I thought they complemented their partners (unlike the inevitable train-wreck that was Serena and Marc). The rest of us were crossing our fingers, waiting impatiently for that relationship to implode (again, finally; please, God). We had all separately alluded that we didn't want her to come to the beach, but there was apparently no polite way to come out and relay that information. I mean, Marc knew that we felt he deserved better. I didn't need to belabor the point and make him feel worse.

Hannah, Lisette, and Emma had picked up on Serena's problematic attitude immediately. They weren't at all rude, but I had noticed that they gave her a careful, wide berth. They seemed to know the score without a word, and that made me like them even more. Tyler was a serial monogamist. It wasn't that I didn't usually like his girlfriends, but he'd been so obviously proud to introduce Lisette to us that I'd had an immediate, especially good feeling about her. When Tyler told us all about her, he'd lit up, beaming like a little boy being presented with his favorite ice cream. It made me proud to see my friends paired with people who so clearly understood and valued them.

Hell, I liked Emma for Shaun. I had noticed (along with literally everyone else on campus) that they were hot for each other. I'd gotten tired of them circling; that's why I had invited her along. I thought they needed a push. Happiness was just not that complicated. Emma had a minor reputation on campus for being high maintenance, but I think it was just a situation of her knowing her worth. We'd had a few classes together, been partners on a few projects, so over time we had struck up a casual friendship. Shaun was great, a total sweetheart (albeit with some sharp edges), but he had a chip on his shoulder, an inferiority complex. He habitually settled because he didn't believe that he deserved better... his dad was not a nice guy. Childhood trauma is a bitch.

Bryan and I have been dating since freshman year. The first week of school, I was walking with my lunch in the atrium, and he had bumped into me so hard that I dropped my tray on the floor. Sweet tea sprayed everywhere. I had immediately wanted to die of embarrassment, even though the "accident" was entirely his fault.

When I looked up, I immediately knew who he was. I was starstruck in the presence of one of the most competitive basketball recruits in the country. Back then, I still felt gawky unless I was on the court. I invariably felt too tall, out of place. Because of my height, and workouts for basketball, I never had a problem keeping in shape. However, like everyone else, I still had parts of my body that I was self conscious about. I knew that I was never going to have huge boobs, or a natural bubble butt. I had to work with what I had. I have long, toned legs, and I realized very early on that Bryan was a leg guy. He loved to watch me walk, and whenever I wrapped them tight around his waist.

When I was teenager, it wasn't unusual for me to hide bashfully behind my long blonde hair. In high school, I existed on the periphery. I wore all the right clothes, got invited to all the parties because I was a jock, but I still felt alone a lot.

After literally sweeping me off my feet, Bryan had been incredibly apologetic. He mopped up the mess and solicitously bought me a replacement meal. Then, he carried the tray and sat down, easily chatting me up, like it was the most natural thing in the world. I remember feeling dazzled. Hell, I'd never had a drop dead gorgeous guy give me the full court press before.

Bryan would be an idiot not to know that he's effortlessly good looking. His sharp Nordic cheekbones are further accentuated by his dark buzzcut. His white teeth are perfectly straight, and he never had braces. My boyfriend wears a slim titanium hoop in his right earlobe, and his sharp green eyes usually sparkle with amusement and good humor.

We sat there together, and he teased me kindly, completely turning on the charm. We talked basketball, and he easily drew me out of my shell. By the end of the meal, he got my number, then offered to walk me across campus to my next class. Bryan had laughed gently when he reached for my hand and I blushed bright red. He promised that he'd call me, then he jogged off. I really thought that I would never see him again, that I had been played by an expert.

I was shocked when my cell rang that night, just like he said it would, and we spent six hours talking. The next night, we walked around campus all night, telling stories and making out on every available flat surface until the sun came up. After our first official date the next night, I was peppered with hickeys, and I wasn't a virgin anymore. I felt chosen, alive, unbelievably lucky. I was infatuated with him. Bryan seemed equally besotted with me. Things progressed easily between us.

After that first date, we were inseparable. Shaun was Bryan's potluck roommate. When he heard how hard it was for us both to fit in one extra long twin bed, he unofficially moved into my single, and I took his space in Bryan's room. We pushed the beds together and duct taped the frames and mattresses so we wouldn't fall through the middle if (when) things moved.

Bryan made me feel like the best version of myself. He only seemed to see the positive in me, and soon I started to see what he saw, to develop real confidence in myself outside of sports. Once I loosened up, I started to actually fit in. Going to parties was finally fun when I was with Bryan. People just gravitated to him, and when I was with him, they orbited around me too. A lot of people don't realize that being popular is something that happens to you, that it entirely depends on other people.

Bryan didn't care about the trappings associated with widespread admiration. He knew who his real friends were, and he took those relationships seriously. Shaun was great. Originally, the three of us hung out all the time. A few months later, Bryan and I hit it off with Tyler playing pick-up basketball. Spring semester, Marc was my lab partner in freshman biology. The professor was impossible, so he started studying with us, and then he introduced us to his roommate, Seth. Everyone brought something different to the table, but we meshed incredibly well as a group.

Women hit on Bryan all the time, but my boyfriend brushed them off politely. He was never rude. He didn't make them feel awkward, but he unequivocally shut them down. I knew that I could trust him. He always joked that he was like a penguin; when he met me, he immediately knew we were right together and he mated for life. When guys hit on me, Bryan didn't get jealous. He knew that he had nothing to worry about.

I was the only long-term girlfriend in our friend group, so all the guys came to me for their dating advice. Our friends jokingly called us "Mom and Dad" and teased us about our monogamy. Most guys would have been put off by that, or felt some type of pressure and overcompensated with macho bullshit, but Bryan always just grinned and pulled me into his lap, kissing me gently on the temple or the lips.

Sophomore year, we moved into this shitty, entirely beige apartment together. That was unusual for our college. There wasn't a lot of affordable off campus housing. Most people stayed in the dorms through senior year, but Bryan's coach knew a guy who owned an apartment, so we were able to have our own place. The guys came over all the time, easily cycling through for beer pong or joining us for dinner. Sometimes Marc brought his hookah, and they would smoke up on the porch. Bryan and I didn't partake. We were serious athletes, but I liked the smell of double apple or lemon and mint. It felt companionable.

My family adored him. My dad is a high school basketball coach, and all four of my brothers play (at varying skill levels). Bryan just seamlessly slotted in. He immediately loved being part of my big, loud family. It was different for him. My boyfriend was raised by a single mom, Jude. Growing up, he spent hours by himself, dribbling and shooting hoops in their apartment courtyard while she worked late. That's how he originally got so good.

I loved Jude. She was this old soul, laid back, yoga-tarot-hemp type who accepted me immediately. She didn't give a fuck about basketball, but Bryan's mom adored her only son.

The first time she met me, we were sitting at their kitchen table after having some kind of quinoa thing for dinner. I remember laughing my ass off uncontrollably when Jude looked me in the eye and asked me, completely seriously, if Bryan was satisfying me sexually. She wasn't at all offended by my amused surprise. His mom just raised her eyebrows at me jokingly, waiting for an answer. It wasn't that I felt embarrassed by her question; I was just surprised, taken aback.

Bryan rolled his eyes, laughing along with me. He blushed and said, "Mom, gawd."

Jude had responded seriously. "Son, female pleasure is very important..."

I had mocked my boyfriend flirtatiously. "Yeah, Bryan. Female pleasure is very important."

He kissed me hard. I could feel him grinning against my mouth.

When the kiss broke, he said, "Yeah? I'll show you some female pleasure."

Both of us were laughing uncontrollably. He lunged playfully, picked me up, and spun me around. When I squealed, Bryan boosted me up, over his shoulder. Even though I hadn't really answered her question, Jude just smiled, like she suddenly knew that she had nothing to worry about. It obviously made her happy to see us happy together.

We were going to get married eventually. Hell, in a lot of ways, I felt like we already were. Jude and Bryan started coming to holidays with my family right after we moved in together. My boyfriend never played games with me. He was painfully earnest about us.

Our junior year, he spontaneously bought me a textured gold band. He didn't make a fuss about it. There was no fanfare. Bryan never would have used a term as cliche as "promise ring," but he told me very seriously that he wanted me to have something tangible to show how much he loved me. He'd bit his lower lip and looked at me, so vulnerable. I remember nodding hard. A single tear had rolled down my cheek. I had grabbed his hand across the table and held out my other hand, fingers spread, so he could slip on the bauble. I never took it off.

I enjoyed letting Bryan see my dirty side. We weren't afraid to play, to act out our fantasies. He liked it when I dressed up. I had played a cheerleader, a naughty school girl, and a dominatrix.

He loved to peel my basketball gear off my body, licking the salty sweat off my breasts after a hard practice. He made me feel so sexy whenever his eyes raked over my body. We were both in great shape from conditioning drills, and that collective stamina showed in bed. Sometimes, we fucked for hours, playing around with tantra, carefully modulating our breathing.

After I shared a fantasy with him, Bryan had pretended to be my older brother's friend, a seemingly unrequited crush, sleeping over at my childhood home. We had acted out being suddenly forced together, unexpectedly sharing a bed.

We watched Bridgerton together, then played out the sex scenes, breaking character and laughing at our terrible British accents and cheesy, Regency-period language.

I blew him in the library, crouched in various carrels in the back of the stacks.

Once, Bryan took me to an old drive-in, three hours away in his beat-up Chevy Kingswood. He laid the back seats down, and I had pretended that everyone in the other cars was watching us as we made love.

Sometimes, when the weather was nice, we'd take a blanket up on the roof of our building and fuck naked as the sun set, or late at night, under the stars.

I had big plans for this trip. I had bought a sexy nurse costume, and we were going to do some ass play. Bryan had always liked it when I put my thumb in his butt, and he'd recently told me that he was curious about roleplaying a sexy prostate "exam," where the medical professional doesn't really know what she's doing, and accidentally makes the guy cum, almost against his will. There was something we both found really hot about not being able to hold back.

In preparation, I'd done a lot of research. I was worried about the whole thing feeling contrived, embarrassing, or painful. I was happy to embrace the schmaltz factor, but I wanted the reality of our fantasies to feel sexy, not like the time I wore the whipped cream bikini... That ended up being disgustingly sticky, and Bryan almost got sick from all the melting dairy.

I told him to close his eyes, and he did without complaint, the ghost of his grin still decorating his handsome face.

I jokingly said, "No peeking."

I know modern nurses wear scrubs, but I had decided to go old school with a pornographic twist. I slipped on the low cut white dress and little cap, finishing off the outfit with thigh high red nylons and pumps. I was so tall that the off-the-rack ensemble barely cleared my pussy. When I struck a pose and told Bryan to look at me, his smirk returned in full force.

He growled, "Oh, babe. You look so good. This is going to be fun."

I loved his voice when he was wanting me. It always dropped an octave.

I pointed a toe provocatively, put my hands on my hips, and affected a mock detached demeanor.

"Sir, I'm a medical professional! There's absolutely nothing untoward happening here. This procedure saves lives."

He bit his full lower lip. "You know that I love it when you boss me around."

I turned around, then bent over exaggeratedly. My bare ass was on full display. I was still pretending to be brusque as I grabbed some oil and a brand new prostate massager. I'd taken some liberties with the fantasy. It was almost usual for me to use my fingers. I had wanted to do something special.

"Strip and turn over, sir. I have to do my job."

Bryan looked at me with heat in his eyes. "Yes, m'am."

He enthusiastically tore off his mesh shorts, his cock already stiffening. Getting situated, he turned over and lay on his stomach. I started by lightly scratching his scalp, then I carefully, artfully drizzled the oil down his spine. I balanced my waxed pussy on his toned lower back, working out the kinks in his neck and shoulders.

I dug my thumbs into the knots at the base of Bryan's neck, leaning over and breathing heavily in his ears. I licked around the delicate shell edge, then dragged my fingers down the deep crease in the middle of his back. He sighed with pleasure.

My boyfriend's body was straight out of an anatomy textbook. Every muscle was distinctly defined. I rolled my hips for relief, pressing my clit softly against his lubed skin. I just couldn't help myself. Bryan looked so sexy lying under me, completely at my mercy.

He shivered and said, "I love how those stockings feel rubbing against my sides."

I leaned forward, easily sliding my hands from his rib cage to his lower back. I situated myself between his spread legs, pulling off my pumps as Bryan lifted his pelvis off the bed. He reached under his broad body to adjust his growing cock, strategically positioning a pillow under his hips. He rolled his hips, grinding his boner mindlessly into the firm cushion.

My slippery fingers purposefully parted the crack of his ass, exploring and pressing against his perineum. I fondled his full balls, playing idly with the trimmed pubic hairs. He sighed happily. I gently spread his cheeks apart, then slid my thumbs higher, until they were situated on either side of his asshole. I gently spread the orifice. As my thumbs tenderly massaged his sensitive places, Bryan choked back a moan of pleasure.

He groaned. "Oh, fuck. That feels so good. Please don't stop. I know you're a professional, and this is just your job, but my dick is so hard. I'm really sorry. I just couldn't help it. I really tried not to get an erection. This is so embarrassing..."

He turned his head slightly and looked back at me with theatrical pleading in his eyes. "I know that this is inappropriate, but you look so hot, and I really need to cum. You can't just leave me like this. Please..."

Bryan winked at me, and I grinned back at him as my fingers deliberately spread the slippery, viscous liquid between the tight muscle of his cheeks. I rubbed the lube softly into his clean, puckered anus. His asshole reflexively clenched for a second, but then Bryan took a measured breath. When he exhaled in a big gust, his body visibly relaxed.

When I sensed that he was ready for more, I pushed the tip of my middle finger inside him experimentally. At the intrusion, Bryan's hips rolled, pressing his heavy testicles against the soft sheet. I coated my hand and the toy liberally with more oil, making sure that everything was ready and slick. Once I was satisfied with the level of lubrication, I inserted two fingers slowly, carefully.

 

I started to move my hand, sliding my slick fingers back and forth, slightly deeper inside on every pass. When he moaned and pushed back involuntarily against my digits, I carefully curled my fingers to find his prostate. When I felt the spongy surface of the gland, I moved my fingers around inside, gently spreading his asshole with my knuckles.

Bryan unconsciously tipped his hips back, silently demanding a firmer touch. I could tell that he was ready for more pressure, so I put the bulbous head of the massager against his rectum and steadily pushed it inside. His back instinctively arched at the intrusion.

Bryan moved his hips, and a few seconds later, I could tell the toy was hitting just the right spot when he purposefully humped at the pillow; his pelvis twitched violently. I pushed on the base of the vibrator to make sure that it stayed seated. We tried a few different pulse settings until he found one that he liked.

I said innocently, "Sir, is this helping with your problem?"

I oiled my hand again, then reached down and gently massaged his sack with my slick palm. His balls felt swollen and hot. Between the pleasure associated with the toy rattling against his prostate and my teasing, Bryan spread his legs further, then raised up slightly on his knees. I looked between his legs, and saw a long, unbroken string of thick precum drooling from his shaft.

His erection was ruddy, jutting powerfully out and away from his body. The rush of blood made the natural upward curve of his dick look even more pronounced. I couldn't wait to feel it inside me, stroking against my g-spot. Bryan inadvertently rubbed the head of his dick against the pillow, leaving behind a huge smear of what looked like ejaculate.

He whispered, the way that he always did when sensation overwhelmed him. "Alli, shit. Oh, babe. It feels so fucking good."

Bryan sounded a little intimidated, overwhelmed. I was reminded of the first time I used a vibrator. I had felt like I was on a roller coaster, the sensation building, effortlessly ramping up. Then, there was a sharp, inexorable drop, a hollow feeling that eventually, I would suddenly shatter into a million pieces of satiated fulfillment.

I reached around and wrapped my hand around his throbbing, leaking cock. I could feel the most prominent vein, literally pulsing with every beat of his heart. When I ran my hand up, over his thick boner and the rim of his head, Bryan moaned, deep in his throat, then he flipped us around so he was lying on his back with me straddling him. My boyfriend was a big guy with a wide frame, but he was the consummate athlete, very in tune with his body. People always seemed a little surprised by Bryan's easy grace.

He tugged me forward and gave me an intense, wet kiss. When Bryan pulled back, he breathed. "Are you ready?"

I nodded. We had deviated from his original fantasy, but I was practically dripping as I watched his engorged, shiny cock sway. I wanted him. I could hear the other couples getting it on in the rooms next to us, and it was turning me on. The squishing squeaks of cheap mattresses, their groans, moans, and grunts fueled my need. There was some kind of repetitive slapping noise. A headboard slammed purposefully against the wall. I thought that I could hear Marc's bass intonation, but I couldn't make out the exact words.

With all of that, I was more than aware that the walls were thin, but I could never help being obnoxiously loud during sex with Bryan. We'd gotten a few complaints from the neighbors over the years... Half the time, I wasn't even aware that I was making noise. We just felt so good together.

Bryan was biting his bottom lip. I could see tense cords standing out on both sides of his neck. His face was flushed. He grabbed at the inadequate snaps holding my dress (barely) closed over my breasts and popped them open, exposing my tits. He leaned forward like a man possessed and sucked first on one hard nipple, then the other. I gasped as he ran his tongue around them, unhurried and deliberate.

Then, Bryan yanked the dress over my head and lifted me by my hips, like I weighed nothing at all. I loved how physically small he made me feel. He lined me up on top of his dick, then I plunged down on his shaft. As my body stretched deliciously to accommodate his girth, I moaned, loud. With Bryan lodged so deep in my cunt, I could feel the slight vibrations of the toy. I focused on the powerful, measured strokes of his cock, set exactly to the rhythm of the pulses radiating through his body.

Bryan was panting. He sat up, dragging my upper body against his chest, spreading his long legs for leverage, pushing up on the balls of his feet and moving his hips hard against mine. His hot, square fingers pinched and expertly twisted my saliva-moistened nipples. Bryan shoved his tongue in my mouth, holding me tight as I rubbed frantically at my clit.

When the kiss broke, I heard myself yelling, moaning, sounding just like all those shrieking girls in porn. Maybe they weren't faking after all...

"Yes... Yesss... Yesss... Oh my Godddddd. Fuckkkk, Bryan... Yes."

Bryan whispered, "I can't hold it. Holy fuck. You're so tight. Oh, my fucking God. I love the noise that you're making. You're going to make me cum."

I was right there with him. I loved hearing him lose control. As he bottomed out again, I felt his entire body tighten. Bryan was shaking, humming in my ear. His cock jerked inside me, and then there was a huge, wet flood of cum. His orgasm triggered mine, and I felt myself contract hard around him, leaning back deliberately so his cock hit my g-spot just right, frigging myself off and bucking against him, not wanting the intense, heady feeling to end.

Bryan was holding my hips so hard that I felt like his fingertips would leave bruises. His whole body was practically vibrating along with the plug in his ass.

When I pulled off of him, the sheets under us were ruined with lube, our combined sweat, and cum. Bryan leaned over gingerly. He thumbed for the power button and extracted the toy from his ass, wincing slightly. He casually tossed the vibrator on the floor.

I tried to catch my breath, peeling off my stockings. "Guess the fantasy kind of fell apart at the end... Sorry, babe."

Bryan kissed me again, supple and soft. His stubble rasped as it rubbed against my skin. He spooned me as the perspiration dried on our bodies.

I could feel him smiling against my neck as he said, "I guess we'll just have to try it again some time." A few minutes later, right as I was falling asleep wrapped up in his arms, Bryan whispered in my ear. "It was perfect. You're my fantasy."

I giggled, wiggling my ass suggestively against his soaked crotch.

My tone was joking. "Ew, so cliche. You should be ashamed of yourself. I guess that it's a good thing that I love you."

Bryan breathed on the base of my neck in mock retaliation, purposefully tickling me.

As I relaxed back into his embrace, I heard him whisper, "Just because something is fucking cornball doesn't mean it isn't true."

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