Friends Ch. 02

Mike led Wendy to the front door. He found a red coat to drape over her translucent slip, a capitulation to public decorum, for the short drive to his friend's house. He left it unbuttoned so that it was more of a cloak, open in front to hint at her thinly veiled body inside. The ride was quick, a few blocks in the suburban neighborhood. They stopped before a tract-style house. The porch light was on.

Wendy stared out the passenger side window while Mike alighted from the vehicle and opened her car door. He gave her a hand stepping out onto the paved driveway and led her towards the house's front door, her heels clicking on the concrete walkway.

They mounted the dual steps and stood in the full light of the entry. Mike reached over and rang the doorbell. Sweeping off her cloak, he turned and left her standing in her see-through cover. He wasn't staying for his friend's welcome.

She started to protest his abandonment of her to an unknown fate, but just then the door opened and a man stood in the open portal. Wendy got her first impression of her intended coital connection as he got his first impression of her.

It wasn't truly his first impression; he had seen her at the mall, sitting with her college friends at the food court. She had worn sleeveless tops and booty shorts, her legs and side boobs hinting at her raw sexuality, of which she was seemingly unaware. He would have wooed her to bed then, but his friend Mike got to her first before he deigned to act.

After Mike had snatched her to his bed and sampled her charms, he had seen her accompany her new boyfriend at various venues: restaurants, nightclubs, and such. To appeal to Mike, she had worn sexier dresses and flirty clothes. He had been even more fascinated by her displayed shapely body; more than enough to coerce Mike into surrendering her for a fuck date.

Now he got his first view of her near-nude body, barely covered by the pseudo-dress. His musings had been almost right, though her more revealed form was even better than he had imagined.

Wendy was self-conscious about being presented in such a lewd state for her first meeting with a stranger. She was blushing, the red glow appearing on her face. But it was counter-balanced by her elation at viewing the Adonis figure that was looking her up and down.

Mike's friend was muscular, barefoot, and bare-chested, with a bit of chest hair, wearing satin boxers that bulged over his groin. He watched her for a short time before extending his hand, not in greeting but giving a cupping gesture, inviting her forward.

"You ARE a real beauty. Come in. Let's get better acquainted."

She unconsciously raised her hand, and he grabbed it firmly, pulling her inside, pushing on her ass to send her deeper into the foyer. She turned her head to watch him close and lock the door. She couldn't escape now. He gestured her onward, into his lair.

Her heels clacked now on the tiled floors as she emerged into an open floor plan with kitchen and living spaces unseparated by walls. A faux gas fireplace gave a warm glow to the living room, with its leather sofa and divan.

She stood where he stopped her, unsure of the next move. He left her standing there, entered the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator to remove a bottle.

"Champagne?"

She nodded, choked up at the realization that she was at his mercy; anything he wanted, for her or himself, was at his whim. He poured two flutes of the yellowish bubbly and moved back to her. Handing her one glass, he tapped the rim.

"To great sex."

She took a sip. It was cold and delicious. She tilted it back and swallowed the rest in one gulp, feeling the nice glow spread from her tongue and tummy across her body. This was some great champagne. She didn't notice that he had set his glass aside, untasted.

He took her empty glass away and led her to the living room. She suppressed a giggle when she saw his cockhead poking through the fly fold of his boxers, a penile peeping tom. She felt more relaxed, more ready to play his game, presuming it a consequence of the alcohol.

He sat while she remained standing in front, arms hanging loose, her knees close enough to touch his. His hand reached under the translucent dress' hem, a finger touching her labia, wiggling along the crease, and poking an inch inside. She moaned.

He pulled away, satisfied that her aphrodisia-drugged drink was working.

He was tall enough, even sitting on the couch cushions, to reach her shoulders. He gripped the lapels of her flirtatious chemise and ripped it apart, shredding it, destroying any future function as a body cover.

She jumped a small hop in her heels at the sudden aggression. But her mind was slow to react, and it was over before she could respond. He dragged the remnants down her arms and tossed them aside.

He looked straight ahead at her freed boobs. They were wonders of youthful fullness, perfect teardrop shapes, with coyly colored nipples.

He cupped her tits.

His hands were intermittently gentle and harsh: smooth caresses, nipple pinches, fluffy bounces, crushing grips. He played and plied her feminine chest meat, using them as his fun bags. She stood stoic and let him have his way, her mind a whirl of passions and qualms.

Releasing his lush toys, he sat back.

"Kneel. Take it out. Suck it."

She heard his reference to 'it'; not me, my cock, or something personal, just 'it', an object to be indulged. She bent her knees to the carpet. Her fingertips split the fly slit, tunneling into the silken slot, extracting his package, both cock and hairy ball sack.

Before Mike, she hadn't been prone to fellatio. She had accommodated her professors a couple of times. She was living on minimum wage jobs, student loans, and scholarships. She needed to maintain her academic standing to finish her degree. The old geezers had cum quickly, spurting on the face of the coerced, grade-vulnerable young coed.

Mike had been more sedate during fellatio, maintaining his erection longer, letting her experiment and learn some oral techniques. But he had withheld any deepthroat penetrations, knowing those would come in time. He had briefed his friend, who had agreed to follow his wishes.

His friend let her play with tongue and cum-stung lips on his tumescence, enjoying her independent oral cock massage. But he wasn't about to cum in her mouth. He gripped her black hair waves and drew her off.

Pressing her shoulders, he rolled her on her back. Her knees stayed spread, and he dropped his hips into the cradle of her thighs. Her arms rested on the carpet beside her body, her palms downward, ready to steady her body when the fucking started.

He saw her slightly slumped tits, still shaped as prominent mounds on her prone chest. He braced his hands just near her shoulders and took an eye-lock on hers.

He wiggled and waggled, tapping his knob tip at her crotch. He was amused and pleased that she made countermoves with her hips, seeking the same penis-to-pussy placement that he sought.

His cock head felt the moist aperture of her cunt and pressed forward, covering half the conical head. Then, with a mighty breath, he reared up and rammed in. He slid to the bottom of her vaginal tube, bashing her cervix. Her eye-pop and 'umph' of surprise were met with his grunt of accomplishment.

He laid his weight atop her, crushing her tits with his chest. He moved a hand beneath her bottom and held her by her ass and shoulders, pounding strokes long and deep inside her slick channel.

She wrapped her arms around his back and held on as best she could, but he was in charge and freely took her body. His loud cry of pleasure accompanied the spurts of cum juice flooding her warm, wet core.

Dismounting, he picked her up in a two-arm cradle and carried her upstairs to bed. The rest of the night was filled with more delicious sex as her mouth and cunt were stuffed with his hard cock and milky spunk. She came twice, a gentlemanly reward for her role in this lending of her body to him.

They lay in bed, side by side, fingers gently playing on each other's erogenous areas. She heard his murmured question.

"What's your name?"

"Wendy."

"Kyle"

"Pleased to meet you, Kyle."

"Pleased to fuck you, Wendy."

She cuddled closer, taking his coarse compliment in stride. She would take whatever he chose to give, as long as he continued to bestow on her the recent plethora of ecstasy.

And that continued plethora happened sooner rather than later. He rolled atop her, inserted himself in her cunt, and pounded out another orgasm for both.

When he rolled off of her again, she lay there, his cum oozing from her sticky cunt. She turned away from him. He moved into spoon pose; his loose cock wedged in her ass crack. One hand descended to palm her pussy, the other tunneled underneath her body to emerge with a handful of boob. She held both his hands in her hands as she dozed off.

Kyle was sleeping off his weariness, finally drained of cum and energy, needing a lengthy refraction. Wendy had awakened, her tingling pussy still aroused, enflamed by the multitude of orgasmic sex over the last few hours.

Dusk had fallen, the moon low, and she stood naked in the bedroom window, surveying the backyard and pool. There was a short, gated fence between Kyle's pool and the neighbor's backyard pool. The lights from that other house reflected dancing twinkles on the small ripples in both pools.

There was a movement in the parallel upstairs window across the way. She spied the neighbor looking out his back window. He watched for a while and then moved away.

She felt sullied with dried sweat and especially the cum splotches on her pussy, face, and hair. She tiptoed to the ensuite for a shower and re-preening. The water was refreshing, giving her an alluring feeling, hoping to entice Kyle into more soul-breaching sex.

She found an array of cosmetics in a drawer. It wasn't her brand, but would do in a pinch. She refreshed the smeared makeup on her face and nipples. The fan noise drowned out the sound of the cell phone in the adjacent bedroom.

Kyle slowly awoke from the vibration and buzzing on the bedside table. He groggily opened it.

"Hello... yes... you saw her in the window... okay..."

Wendy was almost finished with her makeup. The bathroom door opened, and an equally naked Kyle entered. She turned to him, ready to take a hug, but he turned her towards the counter, pressing her belly to the top edge, spooning his flaccid cock against her ass crack. He rested his chin on her shoulder, peering at her green eyes staring back at him from the mirror. His hands came to her marvelous tits, cupping and playing with them. She squinted at how he made her feel desired when he caressed her.

"I have a friend who wants to fuck you."

What? Another swap?

She felt one of his hands drop to her cunt, sawing gently through the moistening inner tissues. His fingers massaged her nipples and clitoris.

Her shoulders dropped in resignation; in for a penny, in for a dollar.

"Let's get you ready. He's waiting for your arrival."

He backed off, took her hand, and led her back into the adjacent bedroom. She saw a white French-cut thong on the bed. She stood stoic as he helped her lift one foot and then the other to get into the thin cotton bottoms. He drew them up her legs, pulling them tight above her hips, spanning her waist. Her puffy labia camel-toed the thong across her plush feminine ridges.

She glanced around but saw no top. She looked at Kyle with a half-curious expression. He caught the look while he put on some shorts.

"You have great tits and look marvelous just as you are. Let's go. It isn't far."

He led her by the hand downstairs and out the rear sliding doors. They crossed around the pool, through the gate, and around the neighboring pool deck, lit by the destination's interior lights.

At the neighbor's rear portico, a middle-aged man stood in the open sliding doorway. Wendy's topless figure was fully illuminated; her face preened to perfection. She caught the hint of a smirk and a nod of appreciation on the man's face.

"Great tits," he muttered.

He reached out his hand. She mindlessly lifted her own to take the offered guidance. She stepped up as he pulled her inside. Just as she crossed the threshold, she felt and heard a hard smack on her barely covered ass cheek. She jerked and looked back over her shoulder, but Kyle was already walking back to his house. The sliding door closed behind her.