Ch. 02 - Parallel Play

Readers should note that the following story depicts a female character sexually coercing a younger male character following consensual activities. All characters are 18 years of age or older.

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I woke up that morning, groggy and disoriented, to my phone buzzing more insistently than normal. My eyes resisted opening as I picked up the phone, wincing as it vibrated wildly in my hand. I finally managed to look at the screen and my eyes flew open at the name of the alarm I'd set myself: Move car or Kent will kill you. I'd even upped the alarm buzz intensity to ensure I'd wake up.

"Fuck," I muttered while throwing off the covers. As I did I saw the dozen or so Polaroid pictures spread out beside me that had been the cause of me not getting to sleep until earlier this morning. Well, the pictures and my neighbour Beth. Each one of the pictures showed a younger Beth engaged in sexual activity with her husband Kent and, at least in some, sharing their marital bed with a series of male partners.

I smiled as I gathered up the pictures. I remembered how I'd first found the pictures whilst cleaning out Beth's garage then been given them as thank you. In fact, Beth was so appreciative, that she had even sent some updated pictures via sext and a soft invite to be one of those male partners.

I realized I was getting hard again and regretfully put the pictures in my nightstand. I didn't have enough time to get ready for class and indulge in some self-care. I got out of bed and hustled through my morning routine.

***

My pack bounced on my back as I jogged up the stairs from my basement suite and out to the street. I didn't have a lot of time to spare before Kent would return home. I opened my car door and threw my pack in before getting behind the wheel.

"I can't believe this started over a parking spot," I thought. I spared a mental thank you for the city planners who'd made parking so scarce on this street, which in turn made Kent so miserable that my resolving problem allowed me and Beth to connect in a big, bad, yet still incomplete, way.

As if summoned by the dirty images of her that were cycling through my mind, Beth emerged from her house. She was the embodiment of a Cougar with her beautiful face, long blonde hair, and toned body. Yet up until the day before, I'd only ever thought of her as a MILFF (Mother I'd Like to Flee From) due to our frequent clashes over parking. Today, she was wearing a fluffy robe, slippers, and, I hoped, nothing else as she came down the steps and approached with two parking cones held in her hands.

I started my car and threw it into gear, pulling into the empty street as I gave her a friendly wave. She set down the cones and looked up and down the street to see if anybody was watching before sliding her robe slightly open and stroking the inside slope of her breast. She laughed when I almost swiped against the cars parked on the other side of the narrow street then returned my wave.

Once I'd vacated the spot, she plunked the cones down to lay claim to the spot for Kent. She pulled her robe closed again and headed inside.

"I hope Kent's in a good mood when he gets home," I thought. "That should improve the odds of him allowing Beth to set up a playdate, if she decides to talk to him about it." I tamped down the sudden fear that she was just messing with me and settled in for my drive to the university.

***

I had struggled to focus all day, thinking about yesterday's events and the possibility of building upon them. It hadn't helped matters when Beth sent me a selfie. It showed her lying nude on the bed, a radiant smile on her face and the swell of her bare and shapely ass just visible over her shoulder. Kent, also nude, was fucking her. This was the first time I'd ever seen present day Kent without a scowl.

Beth: Look what you inspired us to do. Face down ass up, isn't that what you kids say?

My classmate chose a very inopportune time to get snoopy. Inopportune for me anyway, very opportune for him due to what he got to see. "Damn Ethan," Nate said, "Where in the OnlyFans did you find that MILF baddie?"

"It's all about the search terms, bro," I replied. "Hey!" I protested as Nate grabbed my phone away from me. The way he was looking at Beth, there was no way he would notice I was in my texts. He probably wouldn't have noticed if my phone was on fire.

"What I wouldn't give to be that guy," Nate said, handing me back my phone. I smiled wordlessly and took it back.

After Nate was focused elsewhere, I replied to Beth.

Me: It is what we say, yeah. here's another term we use, my buddy Nate and I think you're a baddie

I could see that Beth began to reply right away, but it was a few minutes before I got her text.

Beth: Are you telling me you showed my intimate fucking picture to some random friend of yours?

Me: Yes I did. I'm so sorry

Beth: You've got some balls, kid. Balls I hope to feel slapping against my clit in the near future.

Me: You mean...?

Beth: Me telling Kent what happened yesterday, and all the things I had wanted to do to you, is what led to that picture your lil' buddy is going to be jerking off to later. Kent agreed to meet you tomorrow night to see if we can play together.

I did my best to contain my hormone fuelled reaction, but I still managed a fist pump that startled the people around me. Embarrassed, I looked back at my phone after it buzzed.

Beth: To be fair to your friend, I'm about to pleasure myself to the naughty thought of you both coming over here and jerking off on me.

The text was followed quickly by another selfie showing Beth lying beside a sleeping Kent with her hand between her legs. Her large, natural breasts pulled to the side of her chest and pleasantly flattened by gravity.

I quickly put my phone away before Nate, or anybody else, could see it. The thought of Beth flicking her bean while thinking about me sent my heart racing momentarily, before I had the sobering thought, "What if Kent wakes up while she's doing that?" After a moment's consideration I responded to my inner monologue, "He'd climb on top of her and fuck the shit out of her," which restored my ardour quite effectively. So effectively that it was at least ten minutes before I could stand up.

***

I got home in the late-afternoon and was lucky enough to grab an open spot in front of Beth's house. I threw my pack over my shoulder and walked toward my basement suite, travelling along the fence separating my landlord's house from Beth's. I regarded the garage fondly and was validated seeing Kent's black Ram truck parked on the gravel pad next to the garage.

As soon as I walked in my door, my phone buzzed with a text. I set my pack down and sat on the couch before taking a look.

It was another picture of Beth, this time looking like it was taken from Kent's POV. She was lying on her back this time, biting her lower lip while looking directly at the camera. She was pinching one of her engorged nipples and rubbing her clit with the other, obscuring Kent's cock, though her pussy would have done a good job of obscuring it anyway, given how deeply he appeared to be inside her.

Beth: My self-care may have woken up Kent, : p

Me: And I'm sure you in no way woke him up on purpose

Beth: I would never! How dare you make such an accusation?

Me: I dare because I think you're an insatiable beast who isn't above selfishly depriving your husband, or any other willing male, of sleep so that you can meet your needs

Beth: Speaking of, my husband is about to leave for work and will be gone all night. Whatsoever shall this baddie do if she has needs to be tended?

Me: Lucky for you, I can be over to tend to you whenever you want

Beth: Sadly, Kent forbade me from being alone together in our house or yours, for the time being.

Me: Possible loophole: I text Nate and we both come over...

Beth: Tempting, but perhaps another time. Speaking of loopholes, Kent never did include the garage as being off limits. Too bad only a deviant would ever even think of getting a little freaky in a garage, would they? Sometime after dark? And it goes without saying that a deviant wouldn't tend to their own needs until then.

Me: You're right. I hope you don't know any deviants who would behave so brazenly.

Receiving no further texts I quickly checked what time the sun would set that day. "Fuck," I muttered, when I saw it was a few hours off. "Why couldn't this have happened in winter?"

I busied myself the next few hours with sex prep. With no prospects on the horizon I'd let my bush grow untamed and had to trim it back. Not knowing what I would be in for, I made sure I was fuelled up and hydrated.

I tried my best not to think about Beth, but I was so horny at that point that I could think of nothing else. I was forced to give up on the jeans I was going to wear out of fear of chafing. I went instead with loose shorts.

I definitely felt like a deviant as I quietly closed my door and tip-toed up the stairs, trying to remember which treads squeaked. My landlord wasn't nosy, but it would be hard to explain why I was creeping into Beth's garage under the cover of darkness.

Well, semi-darkness. I was never one to sleep late Christmas morning. I was too eager to open my presents. When the present that could have been waiting for me was a naked Beth? I would have found a way to block the sun to get in that garage sooner if I could.

Another reason for the creeping was my fear that Beth was only joking and I misinterpered things. I always struggled with social cues and picking up on sarcasm in texts. A part of me thought Beth, from the comfort of her home, would see me opening her garage, turn on a floodlight and point at me while laughing.

As I reached the alley, I saw that Kent's truck had been replaced by Beth's SUV. "That's a good sign," I thought. "No reason to do that unless she needs some room in the garage."

As quietly as I could, I opened Beth's gate off the alley and snuck into her backyard. I was relieved to see a soft glow emanate from the garage window. My confidence grew when I saw the door leading into the garage was left ajar. With a deep breath, I pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Beth was seated on the couch wearing an indecently short silk robe that she had barely bothered to tie closed. Her legs were crossed seductively in front of her.

"There's my deviant," she said, smiling at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I was worried your generation couldn't pick up on subtext."

"Maybe I just came here in search of more dirty pictures," I teased.

Beth stood, causing her robe to slide halfway off her shoulders so that her tits were in danger of popping out. I could clearly see the outline of each nipple very close to the edge of the fabric. "If she weren't so excited," I thought, "that robe would have fallen right off."

"I guarantee you won't find any photos in here," she told me. "Unless we make some of our own."

Thinking that was as clear a sign as I was going to get, I made my move, stepping in close and reaching behind her to grab her ass.

Beth surprised me by pulling my hands away and stepping back. "Uh, uh, uh," she admonished. "I said we could get a little freaky, I didn't say we would full on play."

She saw my sad face and added, "Don't worry honey, we can still have fun together." She looked me up and down, her eyes lingering on the tent I'd pitched as soon as my hands had briefly settled on her shapely ass. "Now strip."

Off my hesitation she undid her robe and asked, "Would it help if I go first?" Without waiting for an answer, she pulled her robe open, revealing her magnificient tits and a pair of light blue, lacey boyshort panties that were shear enough that I could just make out the rise of her labia. She shrugged her robe off her shoulders and it cascaded down her back to the floor.

Beth saw me staring in fascination at her underwear, and hooked her thumbs in the waistband. "Maybe," she said, sliding the panties down her thighs, "you need a better look."

The underwear slid down the rest of the way to the floor unaided and Beth stepped out of them. She slid her fingers up her crotch in a V, pulling apart her lips to expose her sex to me.

She looked at me expectantly and I finally obliged. I pulled my shirt over my head then slid my shorts and briefs down my legs. My erection sprung free as soon as soon as the waistbands had moved past it.

Beth ran her hand down my bare chest and across my ribs before settling on my hip. I reached for her breast but she stepped back. "Keep your hands to yourself," she instructed.

I gestured at her hand on my hip. "What about your hands?" I asked.

"My garage, my rules" she replied, removing her hand from my hip. She turned back to the couch. "Now come sit down with me."

Beth sat down and threw her leg over the arm of the couch. I watched as her hand slid over and past her stomach. She reached down to gather her arousal on her fingers before curling them up slowly. As they reached her clit, her eyes slid closed and a moan escaped her mouth.

Entranced, I took hold of myself and ran my hand down my length, feeling the precum that had leaked from the tip. I sighed as my cock finally got some attention after a day full of anticipation. Not the attention it wanted, mind you, but attention nonetheless.

At my sigh, Beth opened an eye to see me stroking myself. She continued to watch as she licked her lips. She patted the couch beside her and said, "Join me."

I complied and sat down. At first, I regretted losing my view of Beth rubbing her clit; however, that was soon forgotten when she threw her other leg over mine. How I wanted to slap her hand away and go down on her, rationalizing that she said no hands but nothing about my mouth. Concluding that that wouldn't fly, I focused instead on my own pleasure by increasing my hand's pace.

"No, baby, slow down," she told me. She rolled her head to the side to look at me through her half open eyes. "Tell me what you're going to do if Kent lets us play together."

"Shit," I thought. I'd never done any dirty talk during my limited sexual forays. I could flirt with girls, sure, but I had a hard time shifting tone from funny to frisky. "Here goes nothing," I told myself.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," I told her, trying to drop my voice lower.

"Yeah, but how?" Beth asked.

"With my dick," I said, wincing as I heard it come out as a question.

"Come on, kid," she admonished, her face growing impatient. "You wanna play in the big leagues, you gotta step your game up." Her free hand stroked my chest. "Tell me what you would do if we started over. Like you came into the garage and saw me sitting on the couch." Her index finger traced its way around my nipple. "Tell me step by step." She pinched my nipple. Hard. "And like you don't have any rules stopping you from doing what you want to do.

I swallowed hard and tried again. "I wanted to rub my hands over your tits," I said.

Beth smiled at me and transferred her hand from my chest to her own. "My bare tits, like this?" she asked, running her hand over her breast then squeezing it.

Her reaction to my admittedly not good line gave me the confidence to continue. "No," I said, "through your robe. I want you to feel the delicate touch of the silk."

"Mmmmm, that does sound nice," she purred. Her fingers were now teasing her nipple.

"Then, I lean down and kiss you, tenderly," I said.

Beth shifted her head so she was looking up at me. "You don't have to be so gentle with me, you know," she said before biting her lower lip.

"I wait for you to open your mouth to me," I said, adjusting my approach on the fly. "But instead of kissing you more aggressively, I slide your robe open and take your nipple into my mouth." Beth pinched and pulled her nipple as I continued, "I suck it in hard, wanting it to be harder than it is now. I circle it with my tongue before easing off the pressure and withdrawing my lips, making you think I'm moving on even though you want it to get more attention only for me to..."

I snapped my teeth together with a click that made Beth jump a little yelp as she pinched her nipple hard. "Then I suck it back in," I continued, "and flick it firmly with my tongue."

I heard the schlick, schlick sound of Beth's fingers working her clit, her pace quickening. "At the same time," I said, "I reach my hand down between your legs to check how wet you are."

"How wet am I?" she asked.

"Wet enough for me to easily slide two fingers inside you," I replied. As soon as I said it, Beth adjusted her hand and her two fingers dove inside her pussy. She rolled her head onto my shoulder and looked down, realizing that I had stopped stroking myself, distracted as I was by describing the action and watching her pleasuring herself.

"Are you having a hard time multi-tasking, baby?" she asked. "Maybe you should describe what's happening to you for a bit."

I nodded and resumed my stroking. "With my free hand, I pull my pants down, releasing my cock," I said. "I match the pace of my fingers fucking your pussy. Only I realize that I need some lube so I draw my fingers out and slather them along my cock. But it's not enough."

Beth licked her lips while she asked, "How are you going to get more?"

"I eliminate the middle man and slide my cock across your pussy," I said. "Back and forth, collecting your wetness, but not going inside."

"Yet?" she asked in a hopeful tone.

"We'll see," I replied.

"Now that your hand is free, do you think it could be on my other boob?" she asked me shyly.

I reached across to her breast, but stopped when she shook her head.

"Hold it in the air and show me what you'd do," she instructed. I did as I was told, groping the air with one hand while stroking myself with the other. "Not like that. Use both hands."

I released my cock and feeling silly, but not wanting to disobey Beth, I groped the air above her with both hands.

"Youre doing so much for me, but what am I doing for you?" she asked.

"I pull my hips back, freeing my cock" I continued. "It's held up slightly, dragging across your clit before it breaks free.

"Is that for me?" she asked eagerly.

"Its all yours, baby." I replied, seeing her face scrunch in displeasure. "I mean, it's all yours..." I wracked my brain, trying to think of what to call her. I was horrified when "... Mrs Pearson" spilled out. I held my breath, fearful of how she'd respond.

I was relieved when she closed her eyes and moaned. She removed her hand from her breast and brought it to her face. She slid two fingers into her mouth, working them in and out until they emerged slick with her saliva. She continued fucking herself with the fingers of her other hand. "Keep going," she panted.

"You reach down and grab a hold of me," I said, looking into Beth's eyes. I didn't notice her hand moving until it wrapped around my cock and squeezed.

"Like this?" she asked, smiling seductively as I twitched in her hand. "I think it likes it." She started jerking me off at the same rapid pace of her other hand.

"But, the rules" I managed, hating my brain for saying anything that could possibly stop what Beth was doing.

"My garage, my rules," she repeated.

"You make a good point," I agreed, savouring the feel of her wet hand.

"I didn't say you could stop," Beth said. "What do you do next?"

"I pick you up by your thighs," I continued.

"Is your cock up against my pussy again?" she asked.

"It is," I replied. "Until you free it momentarily, only to wrap your legs around me and trap it between us so you can grind against it."

I couldn't contain a moan as Beth quickened her pace. "Not able to resist anymore, I set you down on the couch and kneel between your legs," I said.

"I pull my fingers out" I said as Beth did the same, "and move my head down."

"No," she panted. "I don't need that. Didn't you feel how wet I am? How full my clit is?" She gripped me harder, making it harder to focus. "I want your cock, baby. Give it to me."

"I drive my hips forward impaling you on my cock," I shakily managed.

"Oh yeah, fuck me," Beth begged. "Fuck me as hard as you can."

Beth's hand is driving me over the edge, and I want to extend things. "I slow down. I want you to cum first."

"No. I want your cum. Give it to me," she demanded.

"I'll fuck you the way I want, Mrs Pearson," I responded. "Because I'm in control."

"The fuck you are!" Beth yelled, diving face first for my cock.

I was cooked as soon as her lips wrapped around my head. My cum blasted into her mouth while she kept stroking me. Rather impressively, she managed to keep stroking herself in rhythm. "You shouldn't be surprised," I told myself. "You know the lady can multitask."

Once my orgasm subsided and while I was still hard, Beth slid her lips past my head, taking my full length down her throat. She paused at my balls then slowly retracted until she returned to my head. She sucked hard on it and licked the tip before releasing it with a pop.

Beth looked at me, panting and expectant. Her hand back working her nipple. "What would round two be like?" she asked.

I was feeling a bit saucy at this point. "Oh, I think there'd be a long wait for round two," I replied.

"But why?" she panted. "Young men like you should be able to bounce back right away."

"True," I agreed. "But I'd wait for Mr Pearson to get home so we could fuck you together."

As soon as I said Mr Pearson, she had started fucking herself frantically. By the time I finished my sentence, she'd pulled her fingers out and was furiously strumming her clit.

Beth shut her eyes, her face red, as her ass rose off the couch. She screamed as she came, her hips bucking wildly as she brought her legs together, trapping her hand against her pussy. She collapsed against me.

After a minute, Beth opened her eyes to see me staring at her. She moved to a kneeling position facing me so she could lean forward to hug me. As I returned the hug, she kissed my cheek.

"You did so good, honey," she whispered. Her tits were smushed against me, her nipples grinding pleasantly into my skin. She trembled as an aftershock hit.

"So did you, Mrs Pearson," I whispered back.

Laughing gently, she said, "It's just Beth outside of playtime." She kissed me, almost chastely, and released me.

"Thank you for following my rules," she said as she lay down on her side near the front edge of the couch, leaving space behind her. "As a reward, I think you've earned some cuddling."

Beth motioned for me to lie in behind her, which I did after confirming that my hard-on had subsided. I kept my hips as far back as I could. She must have noticed and responded by wiggling her ass invitingly, brushing against my now tender cock.

After I didn't shift forward in response, she said, "I said it's a reward. Come take it." She scooted her ass back, grinding against my cock at the same time she grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest.

I caressed her breast, exploring it, running my finger around and over her nipple. "Is this what we're going to do until our second round, Beth?" I asked.

"No," she replied. "We can stay like this for five..." Her thought was interrupted by a gasp as I pinched her nipple. Her hips gave a shimmy that made my cock stir. "... maybe 10 minutes. Then you should go home. I want you to be well rested before you meet Kent."

"Actually," I said, hating how much that opening would make me sound like a nerd but going with it anyway, "I read that you have a much more restful night's sleep if you cum twice before bed."

Beth turned her head to side eye me. "Is that so?" she asked, clearly not buying my bullshit but potentially amused by my audacity.

"Yep," I replied, finding it difficult to expand on the lie now that Beth was scooting her ass back against me. "It affects your circadian rhythm because of the, uh, build up in your, uh, pipes. Especially if you're all horned up like we are."

"In my pipes, huh?" she snorted. "How could that possibly affect a woman?"

"It's what they taught us in fluid dynamics," I responded, going for broke. "It's basic pipe science."

"Pipe science?" she asked, rotating so she could look me in the eyes.

"Yep. Pipe science," I replied, nodding and trying my best to distract her through nipple play.

"And who am I to argue with pipe science?" she asked before reaching up and behind her to pull my face to hers.

Fully expecting a peck on the lips followed by an invitation to kindly show myself out, I was surprised when Beth's tongue forced my lips apart and entered my mouth. I savoured the sensations of our first real kiss, somehow feeling more intimate than anything we'd done up to now.

My cock twitched as Beth reached between my legs and took hold of me. As she adjusted her hips, I felt her hot wetness against me. "Don't go in," she warned, breaking off our kiss momentarily. "I want you to grind against it." As I complied, my head brushed against her clit, drawing from her a soft moan. "That's it, baby. Just like that."

We resumed kissing, our tongues sliding against each other, adjusting to respond to the other's movements, to find ways to maximize the other's pleasure (and our own). Beth pulled my hand from her breast, squealing when I didn't let go of her nipple right away, causing me to pull it downward.

She guided my hand down between her legs and stopped when my index and middle fingers were on either side of her labia. Being mostly unfamiliar with Beth's anatomy and unable to see what I was doing, her aid was greatly appreciated.

With her fingers over mine, she guided my movements, first sliding them up and down her outer lips. Using just one finger, Beth had me trace up one side of her clitoral hood and then down the other. She moaned against my mouth as she had me apply pressure on either side of her clit.

Beth grabbed all my fingers together and had them rubbing across her clit in a circular pattern. She cried out, "Oh shit!" and arched her back as our fingers moved faster. "Just like that, baby," she begged as released my hand.

Beth reached back to take hold of me again. The movement of my fingers was making her lips ripple pleasantly against my head as she held me steady just outside her sex. "Give me just the tip," she panted. "Don't cum in me and don't try to push in any deeper. Okay?"

"I swear I won't, Mrs Pearson," I whispered in her ear.

As I called her Mrs Pearson, she shifted her hips and pushed back against me. We both sighed appreciatively when the head of my cock slid inside her.

Without another word, Beth was grinding her pussy against me with shallow up and down movements. I kept my fingers moving at the pace she had set and somehow freed my trapped arm so I could reach around to fondle her breast.

Beth's warm, wet pussy felt heavenly wrapped around the tip of my cock. I was tempted to drive forward, despite her warning, to see how it felt when my full length was buried inside her.

Soon, Beth hips sped up and her moans grew more urgent. "I want you to cum, baby," she said, her voice sounding strained.

"I'm close," I mumbled, feeling my balls tighten and back spasm.

She rolled head back to the side and briefly kissed me. "Tell me when" she said, locking eyes with me. "I want you to stay inside me 'til the very last second."

"Now!" I yelled as my orgasm crashed into me. Beth pulled my cock out just in time, preventing me from impaling her sex when my hips bucked forward involuntarily. I moaned as cum arced out across the garage floor.

Beth slowly stroked me as I continued to shoot ropes of cum. "Fuck, you get so hard," she told me. "I can't wait to feel you cum inside me."

Once my cock stopped erupting, Beth released me. I knew she was sliding her fingers inside her pussy when she closed her eyes and sighed. I watched as her orgasm took her over, making her back arch and leg shake. I was determined not to interrupt the attention I was giving her clit as her hips bucked and a scream became trapped in her throat.

Beth's scream was finally released as a shuddering sigh due to her convulsing body. I slowed my hand, and expanded the circular motion of my fingers to avoid her clit.

Eventually Beth's body had relaxed and her breathing slowed. She lifted my hands off her, rolled over to face me, and lowered my top hand onto her ass, right above her leg. Taking the hint, I pulled her close, delighting in the feel of the gentle rise and fall of her tits against my chest.

I'd seen a range of expressions on Beth's face, the last two days: rage, sadness, gratitude, teasing, and arousal. The expression I saw then, for the first time, was and remains my favourite. It felt strange to me that her calm look of contentment, accompanied by a slight smile, could feel the most intimate to me.

Beth caught me looking and her smile grew, but she remained silent. She tried to snuggle in closer to me and sighed. "Maybe you weren't lying after all," she mused. "I do feel more tired after round two."

I felt her chest rise from a sharp intake of air as she fought a yawn. Her eyes slowly slid closed. "I think I might just have a quick nap before we go to bed," she said. Her eyes snapped back open as she clarified, "Our own beds."

"Of course, Beth," I said. "I'll give you 20 minutes then wake you up." Half asleep, she pursed her lips and I brushed them with a kiss. Moments later, she was out.

As I lay there, my body and demeanor were calm, but my mind was a roiling cauldron of hormones and anxiety. At one moment, it raced with the exquisite sights, sounds, and tactile sensations it had just experienced. The next, it was filled with dread at the prospect of meeting Kent.

It was all well and good for Beth to say he was down with me defiling their marriage. I didn't know any men Kent's age who were that trusting and sexually liberated. I certainly couldn't conceive of such a man who would also fly into a rage over a parking spot.

What if Beth told him about what we had been up to tonight and when I showed up to be vetted for a threesome, he kicked my ass. I'd only recently become a lover; I couldn't reasonably be expected to become a fighter too.

Looking down at Beth asleep in my arms, feeling her body against mine in a way that was fast becoming a problem, I had to admit to myself that outright rejection would be a far worse fate than a beatdown. Being denied sex would be one thing. The memories of what we'd done would help me bounce back and I was fine with the occasional shame stroke sesh following any time we bumped into each other. But I'd gone and stupidly become smitten, which was a whole other thing.

"What if Kent's misery, and by extension Beth's, gets even worse?" I thought. "Would she blame me for failing to win him over?" I didn't know how long I could handle angry Beth or whether I'd be able to resist the urge to help, which would likely only make things worse. For all of us.

After 20 minutes of this, I nudged Beth awake. Her eyes fluttered open and she flashed a sleepy smile. "Hey," she said, looking down between us, "if you're angling for round 3, your pipe science is gonna leave me dead on my feet." She looked at me suggestively and shifted slightly against my trapped hardon. "Or maybe on my knees."

I sighed, ignoring my dick's cries of preemptive protest to say, "No, you were right. I should get home. Big day tomorrow." She gave me a pouting look in return.

I surprised her with a kiss, tender at first but growing more passionate the longer it went on. Her hand wrapped behind my head to pull me closer. My hands roamed their way over her back and ass. My cock stiffened, as if in triumph over my brain, in response to Beth's insistent grinding.

I desperately tried to sear everything into my memory. The feel of Beth's nipples hardening against my chest, the smell of her shampoo, the taste of her. If this was to be our last moment of intimacy, these were the things I wanted most to remember. I hoped it was the impression that would remain with her.

My cock screamed and twitched its rage as I broke off the kiss. "Lot riding on tomorrow," I said, my voice less steady than I'd hoped.

Beth looked at me, confused. "I'm getting mixed signals over here," she said. Seeing that I was serious, she wiggled her hand between our bodies. "What about this?" she breathed, giving my cock a firm squeeze. "How can you hope to sleep with this type of pipe build up?" She bit her lower lip and actually batted her eyes at me.

I released Beth and used the back of the couch for leverage as I pulled my torso upward. I was careful not to jostle her, lest she fall off.

"I'm sorry, Beth. Really I am," I said, trying to disentangle her legs from my lap. I hoped the regret in my voice would soothe the hurt look she was giving me.

I finally managed to free myself and stood. My balls joined the fray, promising that they would join forces with their neighbour to destroy me, utterly and without remorse. Seeing Beth naked, hungry, and ready on the couch did nothing to quell their rage.

"If I stay I'm worried that I'll..." I began, stopping myself from saying "catch feelings". Instead, I said, "... spend too much time thinking about you tomorrow and not enough time thinking about your husband."

I closed my eyes at my terrible, but accurate, choice of words. My junk screamed that they would give me the mother of all aneurysms if I didn't shut the fuck up and put my mouth to better use on Beth. "That came out wrong," I groaned.

Beth looked momentarily amused at my discomfort before returning to seductress mode. "You're not going to think about me?" she purred, running her hands over her tits. "All the things we did? All the things we could do?" She punctuated that last one by opening her legs and sliding her hand between her legs. Her extended finger slid over her clit and plunged inside her. Her eyes closed and she emitted a squeal of delight, as her finger set to work. "Don't you want to know what I taste like, baby?"

I sighed and bent to pick her robe off the floor. I dusted it off, opened it, and held it in place for her to put on. "Believe me, I want to," I admitted. "It'll just have to be something to look forward to."

Beth withdrew her finger and glared at me in a way that made my cock twitch in appreciation, as if her anger was validating its own. As she stood, her anger was replaced by an impish smile. "If that's the case," she said, bringing her wet finger to my lips, "you won't mind a preview."

Beth smeared her arousal over my lips, then pushed her finger inwards to my tongue. The sudden salty, tangy taste hit my brain like a bullet, pushing aside all rational thought. My mouth sucked in her finger greedily.

Beth closed in triumphantly, bringing the robe with her. I thought her nipples grinding the silk against my chest felt decadent, but it was nothing compared to the sensation of her wrapping the fabric around my cock and stroking it. "I'd hate for you to have to self-clean your pipes," she whispered, "when I'm here willing and able to drain them completely."

I released her finger and pulled my protesting cock, at this point directing abuse at me that is too obscene for even Literotica's readership, free of her silken grasp. "I'm sorry, Beth," I said, holding the robe up for her again.

Wordlessly, she turned and slid her arms into the robe but didn't tie it closed. "I'll make it up to you," I told her.

Beth looked over her shoulder at me as she said, "You bet your ass you will." She bent forward at the waist, the short robe riding up and leaving nothing to the imagination. I could see how wet she'd become at my denying her.

Beth picked up my shirt then reached forward to pick up my shorts, in the process driving her ass into my hardness. "Whoopsie," she said as she dropped the shorts. She wiggled her ass against me as she picked the shorts up and dropped them again. "I can't imagine why my fingers are so slippery."

Beth finally managed to pick up my shorts and turned smoothly toward me before dropping to her knees. She reached up to hand me my shirt, then pulled my underwear out of my shorts. "I'm keeping these as a trophy," she told me, as I slid on my shirt. "But you can't be wandering around the neighbourhood Winnie-the-Pooh style. Let me help you with these."

She held my shorts open for me to step into. She looked up at me placidly, but I knew she was up to something. I set my feet inside the shorts and she rose, dragging them upward. She stopped as the shorts reached my knees, conveniently when her tits were level with my cock. She play tugged the shorts, which remained in place but allowed her to effectively tit fuck me.

"These darn things are really stuck," she complained. "Maybe if I do this." She squeezed her shoulders together, tightening her boobs grip on my cock, at the same time she gave short fast tugs on my shorts.

I figured that Beth was trying to make a point and/or get some measure of revenge, likely by denying me if I showed any sign of an impending orgasm. Not wanting to give her the satisfaction and quickly running out of time to intervene, I reached down and pulled my shorts up. She managed to stop them when the waistband was halfway up my cock.

"Well it would be rude of me not to kiss you goodbye," she said, addressing my cock. Before I could reach down and pull my shorts all the way up, she kissed the tip, then continued her forward progress. Her lips first enveloped then slid past the head, moving inexorably down my shaft until she'd swallowed my whole length. I almost lost all control when her tongue flicked my balls.

Beth withdrew my cock from her throat and gasped in a breath. She grabbed my shaft with both hands and twisted her hands in different directions while she stroked me. Meanwhile her mouth had clamped around me, staying in place but creating a tight seal while she focused her tongue on my frenulum.

I grabbed her hair and tried to pull her off me. She groaned in muffled approval, but didn't budge. In desperation, I pulled my shorts down and, putting as much command into my voice as I could muster, ordered her to, "Get on that fucking couch. Now!"

Giggling in triumph, she released me and quickly positioned herself so she was leaning over the couch, her knees planted on the ground and facing away from me. I took a precious moment to drink her in, seeing her fingers rubbing frantically at her clit, her arousal running down both legs. "Fuck me, baby!" she begged, shaking her ass in invitation. "No more rules, just have your way with me!

"Fuck," I muttered.

As I stumbled out of the garage, trying not to get tripped up by my shorts, my bits yelled that I was dead to them and they would never again do my bidding. Once clear of the door, I yanked my shorts up and ran off

Beth, realizing she'd been duped, yelled after me, "Can't blame a girl for trying!" The schlick, schlick sound of her pleasure followed me as I ran out of Beth's yard and down the stairs to the door of my suite. Just before I closed the door, I heard her loud, shuddering moan as she came.

Whether that moan was performative or not could be debated, but there was no denying it echoed in my brain and filled me with regret and longing.

***

True to their word, my cock and balls refused to cooperate and I was left to toss and turn in my bed, frustrated, anxious, and unfulfilled. "By trying not to fuck things up, did I royally fuck up?" I worried. Whether I had or not remained to be seen. What I knew for sure was that I had only added to the dread I felt over meeting Kent.

The sky was beginning to lighten by the time I fell asleep. My dreams alternated between me enjoying sexy times with Beth and me cringing as I messed things up with Kent. Two dreams stood out as being particularly vivid. In the first, I gave into my desires and thrust deep inside of Beth as she was bent over the couch. In the second, my worst fears were realized as Kent knocked me over and kicked me in the balls while Beth pointed and laughed.

We would see which way my fortunes turned later that night.