A Very Lucky Day Pt. 02

As promised this second part leans more erotic than romantic, though I tried to keep a decent balance so I've got a bit for everybody. As always I'm appreciative of any feedback about the story so far or where folks want to see things go, and thank you very much for reading!

I woke up slowly, in a series of waves of consciousness. I first became aware of warmth near me, a soft body pressed against my left side. Then there was a sting of light against my closed eyelids, and as I opened them I winced as the bright daylight slipping past the blinds in my room lanced me in the eye. It took a moment for the events of the previous night to come back to me, but as they did I felt the same bubbling, giddy feeling as before. I looked to my left and saw Lily sleeping cuddled against my arm, her messy hair spread in a halo around her head and her mouth open slightly. The blanket had ridden up slightly as we slept and the left side of her body was exposed revealing one tan, beautiful hip and the pale outline of her breast. I shifted slightly to get a better look and Lily moaned softly, stretching like a cat and slowly opening her eyes. She blinked a few times and I could see the same disorientation in her eyes that I had been feeling. Then she looked up to me and smiled widely, her sparkling blue eyes dazzling in the morning sun.

"Good morning tiger," She said softly, pulling herself closer. "How you doin?"

I grinned stupidly. "Never been better."

My hand drifted down to grip her hip, my thumb gently running across her hip bone. Lily let out a small purr and pulled herself against my side, one hand rubbing my chest. I looked at her for a long moment, still smiling like an idiot. She cocked her head to look up at me, one eyebrow raised.

"Is there something on my face?"

"Not yet, but we can change that," I said. Lily snorted loudly, rolling her eyes.

"If that's your definition of game we've got a lot to work on because that was pathetic," She said. As we spoke my hand began to slowly migrate inward, still stroking her hip with each flex of my hand my thumb plunged deeper in between her legs. Lily gasped softly, her nails driving into my chest.

"My pathetic game worked on you, didn't it?"

"You've got no idea," Lily said, leaning in to kiss me as she grabbed my hand and brought it between her legs. I felt the same rushing sensation last night, like a wave crashing over my head, but there were no blue lights this time. It didn't take magic to knock you off your feet, a beautiful girl moaning into your mouth as you touched her could do the exact same thing. Better, in my opinion. So much better. Lily slid a leg across my waist and pulled herself on top of me, rocking her hips slowly as we continued to kiss. My hand found the back of her head and I slid my fingers under her hair before gently grabbing it. Her hips stuttered, and I felt her smile for a brief moment. She reached down, and-

"Clark, sweetie?"

"Mom!" I yelped, sitting up so fast Lily went flying backwards off of me as I heard a gentle knock at the door. I jumped up halfway, then realized I was completely naked with a hard-on. I looked frantically around for pants as Lily slid under the covers and tried to look like a lumpy duvet.

"Do you have work today? I noticed your bike was here and was afraid you had slept through your alarm again."

"Uh, nope! I'm off today. I'm going in tomorrow instead!" I said, grabbing basketball shorts and pulling them up quickly. They tented out in front of my waist, and I looked around for a large shirt to try and cover myself.

"I've got some laundry here for you," My mom said, still just outside the door. "I can come drop it off real quick if-"

"That's alright!" I said, still whirling around. "Uh, getting changed. You can leave it outside."

"Okay, I got most of your underpants folded but-"

"Thanks mom, sounds great!" I said loudly, trying to cut her off. I knew I was too late, however, when I saw the blanket slide to the side and Lily's face appeared with a shit eating grin.

"Okay, love you sweetheart." There was a soft thump of clothes being set down, then the sound of my mom's footsteps receding down the hallway. I relaxed, and the basketball shorts promptly fell down to my ankles.

"Well I'm glad she folded your underpants," Lily began, her barely repressed giggles obvious. "Does she do triangles, or do you prefer a square fold?"

She shrieked as I sent a pillow flying her way before jumping back onto the bed. I ripped off the duvet, revealing her flying flat on her back. It was the first time I had seen her fully naked since last night, and I felt a surge in my gut as I looked down at her. After a long moment I looked up and saw Lily staring up at me, a small smile on her face.

"Like what you see?"

"You have no idea," I said, moving forward slightly to stroke her thigh. Lily blushed, lying back and looking up at the ceiling.

"God, it makes me nervous when you look at me that way."

"I can stop."

"I didn't say that." She took a small breath as I lay down by her knees. "It's just crazy. Like this feels like some sort of horny dream. You have no idea how long I've been... contemplating this sort of thing."

I army crawled forward, sliding my shoulders under her legs as I kissed the inside of her thigh. "So what you mean is that you've been masturbating to thoughts of me for a long time?"

Lily let out a small laugh. "While when you put it like that it's a lot less classy."

"But is it still true?"

"Very true."

I kissed up to the crease of her leg and her hip, then moved inward again until I was breathing just over her crotch. I slid my tongue lazily across her, and her words died in her throat. I looked up at her, still stuck in admiration at Lily's perfect body as I ate her out. Her hands shot down and dug into my hair, her eyes shut tightly and her mouth moving wordlessly. I ran my tongue up the length of her slit and she jerked like she had received an electric shock. Her thighs closed around either side of my head, blocking out all sound except the beating of my heart in my ears. I brought my hands up and grabbed her hips, pulling her legs open slightly so I could push my face further between them. Her grip on my hair tightened to the point of being painful as she twitched again.

"Oh fuck, right there," Lily moaned softly. I pushed in with my thumbs around her hips, pressing down on her abdomen as I licked her. She grunted again, deep and primal as she humped my face. Just then there was another clatter down the hallway and we both shot up, looking around for a moment before making eye contact and breaking into soft laughter.

"Okay, we gotta get up and out of here before your mom realizes her honorarily-adopted-daughter is in here fucking the brains out of her son," Lily said, pushing me reluctantly away and standing.

"Or that her son is fucking the brains out of her honorary-adopted-daughter."

"We'll call it a tie."

"I'll take that deal." I stood too, looking around for clean clothes. Lily stood in the sun by the window, her blond hair practically glowing. She fixed me with another piercing gaze, and there was a long beat as we looked at each other. It was a rare awkward silence, unsaid things clearly floating between us with neither wanting to take the plunge to say it. I knew exactly what I wanted with Lily, I had no doubt since I was fourteen years old but I was suddenly aware of the strange circumstances. She had just broken up with a long time boyfriend yesterday, and had clearly been pretty broken up. A small sliver of doubt like an icicle formed in my chest and slid down into my stomach.

"So," Lily said slowly. "What about-"

I felt a push inside me, and there was the tiniest sparkle of blue at the corner of my vision as my mouth shot open almost of its own accord. The doubt was suddenly gone, and I felt a sudden clarity that appeared from nowhere.

"Will you date me?"

"Huh?" Lily said, looking surprised.

"You know, date me," I said, walking forward until I was right in front of her. "Boyfriend/girlfriend stuff. Valentine's day, sappy anniversary dinners, arguing about who pays at coffee shops, having an 'our song.' All that."

"You want that?" Lily said.

"Yup," I said quickly, nodding. The confidence was still filling me from inside, even with the magic or whatever it was gone.

"Okay," Lily said. Her face lit up in a dazzling smile. "Yeah, I would love that."

I pulled her into a kiss, but more gently this time. We stood for a long time kissing in the morning light, the gentle chirping of birds coming through the crack in my window. Lily suddenly pulled away and held up a finger.

"I do want you to know I'm not normally this way."

"How so?"

"The whole 'break up with a guy and get into a relationship in six hours' thing. Normally I take my time and stuff, give a relationship its proper respect and stuff but-"

I laughed. "Do you see me complaining?"

"Yeah, but I want you to know I wouldn't do that if..." Lily trailed off, looking unsure. I smiled and kissed her again.

"Well sounds like we can't ever break up then, easy peasy. Plus, I don't normally say I love you on a first date but I think we can both agree we're doing a whole lot of unorthodox shit here."

Lily snorted. "Bold move of you, by the way."

"Shooters shoot, what can I say?" I said, shrugging. "Speaking of unorthodox too, I hope it wasn't weird with me bringing up the... stuff yesterday."

"Stuff?" Lily said, raising her eyebrow.

"You know," I said, fidgeting awkwardly. "The Mrs. Espara stuff. That's a funny anecdote to tell a friend but it's kind of awkward to tell your girlfriend about... well..."

"Finger banging your old Spanish teacher behind your job?" Lily said with a crooked smile.

I felt myself blush slightly. "Uh yup, yeah that's the one."

Lily stepped closer and put her arms loosely around my waist, looking up at me. She was still smiling brightly but I could see a deeper smoldering look beneath it, the same she had been wearing last night.

"Trust me, that is far from a problem," She said softly, her body pressed against mine. She was so soft and so naked.

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah," Lily said, and bit her lip. "Confession time?"

"Shoot."

She leaned forward until her lips were right next to my ear and when she spoke her breath tickled my neck. "I'm really into it, honestly."

I leaned back, looking down at her in surprise. "Really?"

"Ohhhh yeah," Lily said, and now it was her turn to blush. "I dunno but it's just hot that you're mine but other women want you. It makes me feel flattered, like you chose me even more so if that makes sense."

"And it doesn't bother you that I... did stuff with her?"

"I like that," Lily said eagerly, and I could feel her hips lean in ever so slightly to meet my pelvis. I started to harden, and my erection rose to press between her legs as she stood there. "I want you to tell me about it, when you do stuff with other people. I wanna hear about it while you fuck me, and I want you to fuck me harder than you fucked any of them."

"Oh trust me," I said, leaning down to kiss her neck and making her moan. "That will not be an issue."

"Glad to hear," Lily said softly, grinding against my dick slowly as I kissed her. After a moment I leaned back and stared at her curiously again.

"Okay, so just to make sure... this isn't also some weird dick magic thing right? You really are okay with me being with other women?"

Lily stopped grinding against me and looked up. She rolled her eyes playfully, but when she spoke it was more serious. "Look, I appreciate you checking in but I do want you to understand whatever weird dick magic you've got going on hasn't changed any of the rest of my life. I've got my own past, just like you do, and I'm perfectly capable of knowing what I am and am not into."

"Yeah, I didn't mean-"

"Shush," Lily said, putting a finger to my lips. "I know what you mean, and I appreciate it, but believe it or not it doesn't take magic for women to discover their own sexual interests. I'm telling you what I'm into, and while you certainly don't have to see other women if you don't want to, I just want to let you know I'm into that sort of thing."

"Okay," I said, smiling back at her. "Well, if you're cool with it I'm also very very cool with it."

"Oh, shocker!" Lily said, looking up and addressing the heavens. "A man is happy to be given a pass to bang any girl he wants, who could have seen this coming?!"

"You're still the most important girl in my life though," I said, kissing her on the forehead. "I just don't wanna fuck anything up between us."

"Wait, that was kinda sweet," Lily said, and I was surprised to see her eyes sparkle with tears. "I love you, Clark."

"I love you, Lily."

We kissed, and just like the first time time slowed to a total stop. I was aware of nothing but the feeling of her body, the sensation of her melting into me as I ran one hand through her hair and held her against me. After a minute or a lifetime we pulled apart and looked at each other for several more seconds again.

"Just one ground rule," Lily said, holding up a finger. "I would prefer it if you tell me before you're with any other girl."

"Yeah, of course!"

"Cool," Lily said with a grin. "Go forth and sow your seed then, stud."

I jerked my head at her clothes in the corner. "So are we doing fancy dress today or what?"

"What's today?"

"I was thinking breakfast at the Roasted Bean, then maybe go out to the lake or something, then dinner out somewhere?"

"That's so sick," Lily said, actually bouncing with excitement. She had done that as long as I had known her and I always found it so adorable. "Dude, hell yes. Fuck wearing that work shit though, it looks good but it feels like wearing a corset. I've got some running clothes in my car, I can change before we go get coffee."

"So are we telling my parents the truth as to why you spent the night in my room? Or making up a convincing cover story?"

"Are you crazy?!" Lily yelped. "I'm taking the tree down, like I said I want your parents to view me as an honorable lady and climbing through windows for booty calls isn't exactly a great first impression."

"First impression? Lily, you've known my parents for like twenty years. I hardly think-"

"It's different though," Lily said. She reached down and grabbed her blouse from the corner and buttoned it up quickly before pulling on her skirt. "I'm your girlfriend now, I want them to like me!"

"Dude, they already like you!" I said. Lily shot me a look as she grabbed her high heels and looked around the room for anything else she was forgetting. "And plus you know my parents. They don't give a shit either way, they'd just be over the moon I'm dating you. You're like their favorite person ever."

"Still! Let me do this the right way," Lily said, walking over to the window and starting to climb out onto the gnarled tree branch that ran parallel to it.

"Like climbing through windows and hiding from them?"

She stuck her tongue out at me then disappeared from view as she scrambled down the tree. I quickly grabbed a nicer pair of pants and a henley from the closet that approximated good fashion taste and threw them on. I even took down the cologne I had received for Christmas, with an inner oath to never use, and sprayed myself a few times. Throwing on some vans I walked out into the hall and bounded down the stairs. I waved hi to my parents eating breakfast and brushed past before they could pull me into conversation and swiped my mom's keys from the dish by the door. She had agreed yesterday to let me take the car to pick up some family photos from the mall for her. I stepped out into the sunshine and took a deep breath as another corny-ass smile spread across my face. It was all really starting to sink in, and I couldn't believe how lucky I felt.

* * *

Rivercroft mall was a monument to a previous age slowly degrading into disrepair, all while the prices rose and quality dropped. The dark brown building looked extremely soviet in design, and when I parked my car was one of maybe half a dozen in a parking lot big enough to land a 747. The day was turning chillier, and gray clouds swollen with rain had begun to move in quickly. The first fat drops began to fall around me as I made my way through the one working set of doors and into the mall.

It was a large split level, with the second story set like a huge basement that ran the length of the mall. A number of stories with bright flashing signs lined the walls all sandwiched between a behemoth Macy's on one end and a JCPenney on the other. The food court was just to the left of the entrance as I walked in, and the nostalgic scent of baking pretzels and delectable fried food almost made me stop in my tracks. I looked longingly at the Auntie Anne's, one of the only stores not shuttered and dark, but forced myself onward. There would be time for junk food later, I would make sure of that.

I drifted over to the information kiosk and worked my way down the list looking for the photo store. It was on the opposite side of the mall, and as I set off I was struck again by how bizarre the modern mall is. The staff outnumbered the customers two to one, and the space felt too large in a way that seemed to demand silence like a cathedral. I was thankful to take the escalator down to the lower floor, which felt a little less cavernous than the level above. I passed the store where I had bought my first pair of throwing stars when I was twelve and saw with relief that it was still open. I was relieved to know the next generation of kids would be as well-armed as I was. The photo studio, Pro Shots, was nestled between two empty storefronts that looked long abandoned.

The lobby was brightly lit and paneled in light wood like it had been plucked straight from an Ikea advertisement. It was completely empty save for a girl with bleach-blond hair so fair it was almost white. She was perched on a tall stool behind a desk and was bent over something with such intensity she didn't notice me walk in. I walked across the room and stopped a few feet away from her but she still showed no sign that she knew I was there.

I cleared my throat. "Whatcha reading?"

The girl jumped so hard she almost fell out of her chair, letting out a small shriek. She looked up at me, her eyes wide, and clapped a hand to her chest. "Oh my god Clark, you almost gave me a heart attack!"

For a moment I felt my stomach drop as I tried to remember who this girl was and how she knew me, then with a surge I remembered this was a soccer teammate of Lily's from high school. Linda? Laura? Lydia? Lydia!

"Lydia!" I said, smiling widely. "Long time no see, how are you doing?"

"Oh you know, same old," Lydia said, smiling up at me. She had moved from South Carolina in elementary school, but even despite her time in the midwest her words still carried a strong southern drawl. She looked very similar to Lily with long blond hair and bright blue eyes, as well as a dazzling smile. Whereas Lily was tall and on the leaner side of athletic Lydia was short and curvy in all the right places. Her generous chest strained against her tight black turtleneck as she squirmed into a more comfortable sitting position. The cold LED lights overhead seemed to cast her figure in a blue glow for a moment, as though backlit by stage lighting. Then Lydia moved and just as quickly the impression faded.

"So how are you?" Lydia said, breaking me from my reverie. "You're working at that powerlifting place across town right? How is it?"

"Still there, weights are still heavy," I said. "I've been doing more personal training recently so that's been fun. I actually ran into Mrs. Espara the other day!"

"Oh really, how is she?"

Well she aggressively flirted with me, then I fingered her behind my job so I would say she's been keeping up well. "She's... doing great. Yeah, super nice to catch up with her. But anyway, I didn't know you worked here."

Lydia rolled her eyes. "Yeah, if you can call sitting around and talking to the one customer a day 'working.' It pays the bills though, and it's easy. I'm just doing it while I'm home for break to make some cash on the side and get a little experience for my internship."

"Oh?" I said. "What internship?"

"Fashion photographer!" Lydia said brightly, her eyes lighting up. She raised the book she had been reading and I saw it had the title Fashion: In Front of the Lens emblazoned in bright red over a black and white photo of a man posing in a fancy jacket. "I'm working on my degree through a community college program right now, and part of the last bit is getting a part time internship in your field of choice. I tried a bunch of different kinds of photography but fashion is my favorite by far."

"That's sick!" I said.

Lydia rolled her eyes. "Pro Shots isn't exactly Vogue, but they're willing to pay and my program had them on the accepted list so here we are."

"Hey, it gets the job done. All your pictures for the school paper were great, that's dope you're pursuing photography more."

Lydia's smile widened as she gazed up at me. Again there was the faint impression of a blue outline around Lydia, and a second later I felt a small swooping sensation in my stomach like I missed a step. Almost the same feeling as-

"Have you been working out, Clark?" Lydia asked, her eyes moving up and down my body for several seconds before returning to meet my gaze. Her smile faded, but her lips remained parted ever so slightly as she looked up at me.

"I've found it's generally frowned on to advise people on how to lift weights if you don't lift weights yourself. Gotta walk the walk to call yourself a personal trainer right?" I joked. Lydia stared up at me for another half second before she shook herself slightly.

"Oh yeah, duh. Works at a gym." She smacked her hand to her head. "Sorry, I'm such a space cadet. Hey, would you want to see some of my work?"

"Yeah, sure!" I said cheerfully, and Lydia's face lit up again.

"Okay perfect, it's in the back room where I printed it out today. Follow me!" Lydia said, beckoning me towards the back as she hopped off her stool and led me towards a staff room. She was wearing black doc martens and a short checkered pattern skirt that was just the right length to be classy and seductive. As Lydia walked she casually reached down and straightened the skirt, in the process pulling it several inches higher before she slid her sweater back over her waist. This left the skirt now so short it ended only an inch below Lydia's generous ass, and I could see her thighs rubbing together with each step as I walked behind her. We walked past several empty photo studios then through a gray door at the end of the hall marked with a Staff Only sign. Inside was a small breakroom with nothing more than a few lockers, a minifridge, and a table surrounded by folding chairs.

"Wow, they really spoil you with this space don't they?" I said wryly, looking around. Lydia scoffed as she walked over to the wall of lockers.

"I think that if the owners of this place spent a single penny they didn't have to, they would turn to dust." As she spoke Lydia bent over at the waist, retrieving her photos from her locker on the bottom row. Quick as a flash her skirt rode up to her waist, revealing a thin black thong that disappeared between her generous cheeks. Lydia either didn't notice or didn't care, but I was unable to pull my eyes away as she rooted around in her locker with her ass in the air. Between her legs I could see the thin strip of fabric that just barely covered her vagina, and as she moved it perfectly framed the lips underneath. After a long moment Lydia made a sound of triumph and stood, causing her skirt to fall down just below the level of her butt again. I sat at the table, one hand (in what I hoped was a casual way) across my lap to hide my sudden and rockhard boner. Lydia walked over and placed a large manila envelope in front of me. She looked for a chair but the closest one was across the table so with a casual shrug of her shoulders she sat down on my lap.

Well, not quite on my lap. Lydia sat on my left leg near my groin, and truth be told I was glad she hadn't tried to sit on my lap as she would have discovered a very pokey surprise hiding there. As it was I stifled a groan as I felt her butt press against my left leg, and from where she sat I could see the swell of her breasts under her sweater. Lydia leaned forward to open the envelope, causing her skirt to ride up again just enough to reveal the bottom part of her thong nestled between her cheeks.

"Here's some of the first stuff I shot, it's shit but you can see the ideas," Lydia said happily pointing out several photos of models printed on 8x11 glossy photographs. Even with my current distraction I couldn't help but notice that they were great photos. Many of the models were shot from strange angles that seemed to exaggerate their proportions giving the impression of an almost otherworldly beauty. As Lydia continued to show the photos and explain her thought process behind them I tried my best to listen as I took turns watching her ass spread dangerously close to my lap and the way her boobs bounced every time she would laugh.

"Did you do the clothing too?" I asked as she flicked through the photos.

"Oh you know," She waved a hand, though I could tell she was pleased. "I just threw some stuff together. When you're doing independent photography you have to wear many hats."

"It's super cool," I said, stopping to examine a photo of a dark-skinned woman with a shaved head wearing a flowing saree.

"And I've got some self shot ones I did," Lydia said, her voice changing slightly. She sounded a little more reserved, and looking up I saw her biting her lip slightly as she looked at me.

"What, I won't judge! I'm a moron when it comes to this stuff," I said, holding up my hands. "And besides, everything else I've seen looks amazing."

"Ugh, you're so sweet," Lydia said, her accent twanging the words. "Okay, check em out!"

She sat back, one arm falling casually around my shoulders as she watched my reaction. In the first photo Lydia was wearing a tight black dress, her hair done up in a tight bun and her neck dripping with ornate golden jewelry that looked straight out of the 1920s. It was shot with a backlight and put in black and white that made her pale skin shine like she was carved from marble. Her body looked incredible in the black dress, every curve exquisitely outlined from the contrast of the lighting. In the next photo she had the dress around her shoulders and held her face in her hands, smiling and looking up and away from the camera. It reminded me of a photo I had seen of Marilyn Monroe, the photo of Lydia really emphasized the classical sort of beauty that she had always possessed. I placed the photo down on the table and looked at the next in the stack where-

"Oh, wow!" I said stupidly, unable to think of anything else to say.

In the next photo the dress was gone and Lydia wore only a lacy black bra and high waisted panties. She lay back, draped over an ornate leather sofa. The lighting caught the gentle divot of her abs and muscles flexed in her arms and legs. Beside me Lydia's breath had become quieter, and I could see her watching me closely. I flicked through several more photos, and in each of them Lydia wore progressively fewer and fewer clothes until the last one in the stack. Here Lydia was bent over facing the camera, the only clothing on her the gold necklaces around her neck and the shining bracelets on her wrist. Her chest was pressed flat to the ground making her boobs spill out to the sides, and her bare ass was raised invitingly. Lydia faced the camera with a sly smile on her face, her hands folded neatly under her chin.

"So what do you think?" Lydia said softly. I looked up at her and could see that her face was red, but even as she spoke she leaned in closer to me. I could feel her heart beat through her chest where she leaned against me.

"You look incredible," I said. I found myself suddenly tongue-tied and had to focus hard to make my words come out. "Like seriously. These photos are amazingly done. You're a great photographer, but you couldn't have gotten a better subject either."

As I spoke Lydia stood slightly, and I thought for a second she was about to stand. But then a second later my stomach flipped over as she instead scootched to the right and nestled into place firmly over my dick. I could feel my erection nestled between her buttcheeks, and she rocked gently back and forth as she leaned back to rest her head on my shoulder. Her mouth tickled my ear as she spoke no louder than a whisper.

"God I've wanted you so bad for a while now," Lydia said softly. "You've always been really cute but ever since you got jacked... wow. I don't think I would've been able to be in the same room as you for the last two years without thinking about you bending me over the closest piece of furniture and taking me. I don't know what it was but today, it-"

"Just felt right?" I said softly, my hands sliding up around her waist to hold her against me as she ground her ass against me.

"Exactly," Lydia breathed. My hands slid up her side until I was caressing her boobs over her sweater. As I caressed her Lydia reached down and pulled up her skirt, revealing the thong underneath. She ran a finger under it and pulled it to the side, revealing nothing but bare skin.

"I want you Clark," She moaned. "Please."

"Fuck yes, but real quick there's one thing I have to do," I said, pulling my hands off her tits. I quickly dug my hands into my pockets and pulled out my phone. As I typed Lily's number in with shaking fingers Lydia bent forward, grinding harder and moaning softly with each movement. After two rings I heard the phone connect, and Lily's bright voice came on the line.

"Hey you! What's up?"

"Hey, how's it going?"

"It's going great! I saw your text so I grabbed a book and went down to the lake by the Roasted Bean. I figured I'd do some reading while I waited for you."

"Great, that sounds lovely!" In front of me Lydia was letting out a series of soft moans, and as I watched she grabbed her boob in her right hand and started pinching her nipple through the thick fabric of her sweater. "I'm looking forward to our date a lot."

"Me too! So, why did you call?"

"Uh, you know that thing we talked about earlier?"

"That thing?"

"You know, that thing. The, uh, the sex thing?"

Lily laughed loudly, making me pull the phone away from my ear for a moment. "Ah, of course. What about the sex thing?"

"Well, uh, you said to let you know before stuff?"

"I did."

With a frustrated huff Lydia grabbed her tight sweater and ripped it off revealing she had no bra on underneath. Her boobs were shockingly perky for their size, the nipples hardening under the chill air as I watched with a dry mouth. She returned to playing with her nipple, her other hand sneaking down between her legs to touch herself.

"Well it's happening now. Or rather, it will happen now if you're still cool with it. No pressure, of course." I fought to keep my voice calm as Lydia leaned back, grabbing my hand. She brought it up to her breast and coaxed me into squeezing her nipple, which made her moan louder than ever.

"You slut, you wasted no time!" Lily said with a fake gasp, but I could tell from the sound of her voice she was smiling. "Of course I'm still okay with it, I appreciate the heads up. Who's the lucky lady?"

"Lydia," I said, and Lily laughed loudly again.

"Ah yeah that checks out," She said. "She never could keep her eyes off you. That was the same for half the girls on the team though."

"Really? I never knew I was such a stud," I said with a smile, one hand reaching under Lydia's short skirt to caress one curvy hip. "So anyway, you're feeling good with all this?"

"Go crazy," Lily said. "Just one request."

"Anything."

"Record a little something, I wanna see it."

"I can definitely record something if Lydia is cool with it," I said. Lydia moaned loudly in confirmation. "Okay, gotta go."

"Have fun with her, stud!" Lily said brightly, then the line went dead.

"Who was that?" Lydia said breathily as I dropped the phone and pulled her into me, kissing the back of her neck as I groped her tits with both hands.

"Lily," I said, my face half smushed against her neck.

"Oh nice, are you two together now?"

"Yep! As of last night."

"Oh that's good, she would never shut up about you. You two are gonna make such a cute couple," Lydia said, then gasped as one of my hands strayed down between her legs. She pulled her soaking wet fingers away and I slid one finger into her, making her legs quake as though she received an electric shock.

"Thank fucking god she likes to share though," Lydia moaned. "She's good people for that."

"Sit up for a sec," I told her, and using the table Lydia pulled herself up until she was bent over the table in front of me. I could see the small pink crease of her asshole, and below it clear liquid coated the insides of her legs where it flowed freely from between her lips. I quickly pulled my pants and underwear down, then grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto me. Lydia sat down all at once, causing my dick to slide smoothly into her.

"Oh fuck jesus christ!" She yelped, leaning forward and grabbing the table. "Oh my fucking god that feels good."

Lydia was unimaginably tight, and I moaned as she started to slowly ride me. "Holy shit, you feel amazing."

"Fuck... fuck..." She panted, one word coming out each time she rocked back against me. "Good for Lily, you're fucking hung."

I reached down and spanked her ass loudly, leaving a bright red handprint and making Lydia shriek with pleasure. She began to ride me aggressively and I reached up, grabbing a handful of her hair. She let out a soft giggle and ground back into me in an encouraging manner as I pulled her hair. With my other hand I played with her left boob, gently tickling her nipple and making her gasp loudly.

I spanked her again as I grabbed my phone and started a video, holding it in my left hand while I held onto her hair. She looked amazing, her skirt pulled up to her waist and her boobs bouncing freely as her pale ass jiggled with each thrust. After several more seconds Lydia let out a loud moan and sat back, falling into my lap and sitting down completely on my dick. I felt her clench hard and for several seconds she seemed to stop breathing, then I felt a small rush of fluid around my dick as Lydia came with a shocking intensity. She growled deep in her throat, her eyes closed as she leaned back with her face towards the ceiling. With each rock of her hips Lydia's whole body jolted, and she gasped sharply.

"You alright there champ?" I said, kissing her neck.

"Good," Lydia said shortly. Her eyes half opened to focus on mine. "Just... big. It's intense."

I grinned. "Intense like when I do this?" I flexed my dick inside her.

Lydia yelped, one hand shooting back and grabbing a handful of the front of my shirt. "Not fair!"

"You sure about that? I'm more than happy to st-"

"I never said that," Lydia said, her grip tightening. "It wasn't fair, but if you stop I'm never letting you inside me again."

I caressed her ass as I ran my fingers through her hair. "Already thinking about the next time huh?"

"Clark," Lydia said, her eyes opening fully to stare seriously into mine. "If you don't fuck me again after this I might actually go into psychosis. Or become a nun, one of the two."

I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear as I tightened my grip on her hair. "You're so attractive I would walk to the ends of the earth just to look at you."

Lydia stopped and cocked her head. "Woah, that's..."

"Oh." I felt my face burn slightly. "Too much?"

"No," Lydia said, and a sly smile cut across her face. "Cheesy, very cheesy. But sweet. I've never had a guy say that before."

"You look incredible," I said with a shrug. "Sometimes you gotta call it like you see it."

Lydia leaned back against me, resting her head on my shoulder. I let go of her hair and ran a hand down her stomach, finally stopping to rest my fingers gently on her clit. Her breath tickled my ear as she exhaled softly.

"You're such a dork," Lydia said with a small giggle. "But I like that. It's sweet. Now anyway, shut up and fuck the shit out of me."

"Yes ma'am!"

I grabbed Lydia around the waist with both arms and stood, lifting her up onto the table. I pulled out of her for a moment and spun her around, so she was lying on her back with her legs around my waist. I took a moment just to stare at her as she lay there looking up at me. Her sweater was pulled up over her boobs, and her skirt pulled up to mid-waist with her thin black thong pushed to the side. I grabbed my dick and leaned forward to run it up and down her slit as I stood there. Lydia groaned and tightened her legs, pulling me into her.

"Quit teasing me and put it in."

I resisted for a moment, the tip of my dick catching on her entrance as I slid it up and down again. "But teasing is the fun part!"

Lydia flexed her legs again, her right hand absently playing with a pointed pink nipple. "Yeah yeah whatever man. Why don't you fuck me about it?"

As she said it I aligned myself and pushed inward, spreading her open again and slowly sinking into her until my pelvis met her hips. Lydia's words trailed off into another soft moan, her eyes closing again. After several seconds inside her I pulled out and began to slowly thrust into her, changing the depth every few strokes but never quite pushing all the way into her. Based on the sounds Lydia was making I figured she liked it so I continued, varying the speed and angle as I fucked her on the table. After several minutes I could feel the unmistakable tightening of an approaching orgasm, and as I drove deeper into Lydia I looked up at her.

"I'm about to cum, where do you want it?"

"All over me," Lydia said between moans. I smiled and pushed all the way into her, slamming home again and again as Lydia's moans of pleasure echoed in the tiny room. After several more thrusts I pulled out and leaned over her. As I came it shot out with shocking force, spraying over her stomach all the way up to her tits and even a small spurt onto her face. I gripped her hip hard, breathing ragged as the orgasm faded.

"Jesus Christ," Lydia said as she looked down at the cum that covered her body. She reached up and felt at her face, then laughed. "That's some impressive pressure. I didn't even know a guy could cum that far."

"Yeah," I said, smiling guiltily. "Neither did I, sorry about that."

Lydia reached up and ran a finger across her cheek. She inspected the cum for a moment then popped the finger into her mouth and sucked it clean as she grinned up at me. "Not a problem, really."

"Seriously though, that-" I started.

"-was the most incredible sex I've ever had," Lydia said earnestly. "Tell Lily I will literally do anything she wants just for the chance to ride you again."

"Are you cool if I get another picture?" I asked as I rubbed her hip. "Lily asked for it."

"Go crazy," Lydia purred. "Like I said, I model too. Let me know if you want me to strike any poses."

"You are perfect exactly how you are," I said as I pulled out my phone. Lydia extended her arms over her head, stretching lazily like a cat as she smirked at the camera over her still cum-covered tits.

Lydia pushed herself into a sitting position as I put my phone away. "Send that to me, will you?"

"You'll have to excuse me," I said as I set my phone down on the table and stood up too, starting to button my pants. "I'm sure the photography isn't up to your standards. That's the cost of using amateur talent."

"That's alright, I can give you lessons in the future," Lydia said as she stood up and walked over to the minifridge where a roll of paper towels sat. She ran a hand through her messy hair, looking shell shocked as she started to clean herself off. "Jesus that was... wow. I'm gonna be thinking about that all week."

"Well I would love to reconvene sometime soon," I said, smiling at her. "Trust me when I say that was amazing for me too. I bet Lily is gonna love the video too."

"Yeah well, tell her not to be a stranger," Lydia said, blushing slightly. "And let her know if she ever wants to send me some photos of her own after you guys... you know... I'd be totally good with that."

"Just to appreciate the photography?" I said with a wink as I finished buckling my belt.

Lydia snorted. "Fuck no, so I can masturbate to them until my fingers cramp up!"

"Ah of course, silly me!" I looking at the table and chairs that had been knocked askew by our frantic fucking. "Do you want some help cleaning up?"

"Nah it's all good," Lydia said, waving a hand. "I'll take care of it. It's the least I can do after getting a dicking like that."

I stepped up behind her, my hands sliding around her waist to rest on her bare hip bones as I ground slowly against her ass. "I don't think you're giving yourself enough credit there."

"Don't be doing that now," Lydia said, her eyes closing as she leaned back into me. "Or we're gonna have to go again and that might actually kill me."

I ran my hands over her for several more seconds, then stepped back as Lydia collapsed into the chair, one leg propped up on the table. "You're sure there's nothing I can do to help clean up or anything?"

"Seriously. The only payment I need are those photos. It's a shame I can't put that in my portfolio when I apply to the Inquirer."

I stopped dead and looked at her. "Wait, no way. You're applying to the Inquirer?"

"Yeah!" Lydia said and her face lit up again. "They're expanding their staff and put out some fliers with a bunch of new positions. They're all entry level positions obviously, but it's good to get my foot in the door. They're hiring some copy editors, a few people in the photography department, a couple-"

"Are they hiring reporters?"

"I think so?" Lydia said with a frown. "I was only looking at the photography stuff they had listed but they're adding a bunch of positions. Why? Are you interested?"

"Yeah!" I said, but just as quickly felt a small pit drop into my stomach. "I applied before though, and they turned me down. They want you to have a degree."

"Honestly? I think you should apply again," Lydia said seriously as she pulled her sweater back down and straightened her skirt. "This expansion has got them pretty understaffed and if there's ever a time to give it a shot I'd say it's now. Besides... there's just something about you that makes me feel like you'll get it."

I grinned at her. "Yeah, I've been feeling pretty lucky recently."

"Alright, you gotta get out of here," Lydia said, making a shooing motion as she started to straighten the table and chairs. "I don't want the owners showing up and thinking something inappropriate is happening back here."

"You mean exactly like what did happen?"

"Bingo!" Lydia said. "Now shoo. I've got some photos with your last name on them on the front desk, you can grab them on the way out."

"You're a gem," I said, hugging her from behind before heading for the door. "I'll see you soon, yeah?"

"Soon as I can," Lydia called after me just as the door slammed shut. I walked quickly through the empty photo studio, stopping only to snag the photos from the front desk before making my way back into the nearly deserted mall. I jogged up the escalator and was just making my way through the front doors when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw a text and an attached image on the front screen. It was Mrs. Espara, and I flicked the text open. The next moment I walked headlong into the glass door as I gawked at the image on my screen. Rubbing my head I stepped outside, still looking at the text.

Lily needed to see this.