Chapter 4

I rose from her crotch and admired the blooming flower her pussy appeared to be at that moment, as if it had morning dew glistening on its petals and a fresh, intoxicating scent. She pulled me over her and forcefully positioned my cock into her pussy.

We humped missionary style for about five minutes when her orgasm was hitting the high notes. My arms were tiring, but I kept the push-up hold over her, watching her as she came for me with her eyes closed and her teeth gritted. Her hands fondled her breasts under me.

"Oh, that's it. Don't stop. Don't stop. That's so... that's so fucking IT. Oh, oh, OH!"

She held her breath a moment, as if toking on a blunt. Then, release.

I collapsed next to her in a panting heap, and our sweaty, exhausted bodies were finally motionless. She ran her finger over my chest and curled sideways next to me. She closed her eyes for a quick nap.

"By the way," she then whispered. "What's your name?"

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Story 3: Pleasured by My Best Friend’s Cousin

Marla convinced me to go to her cousin's work-related party to meet Caleb. He was supposed to be some really hot guy who apparently caught a glimpse of me at a wedding shower as he was picking up his girlfriend at the time afterward.

He told Marla all kinds of crude comments about how he fantasized about my ass and that he wanted to fuck me and blow his wad in my face. I never gave it much thought until tonight, knowing full well that I'd finally get to put a name to the face.

Originally, I was put off by his comments, but I was curious to know what he looked like. Admittedly, I was pretty horny as well. I hadn't been out and about for almost six weeks, and was mostly getting off by Marla's hand, or rather her tongue. Mmmm, she knows how to please a girl!:)

I was wearing a short, comfy little dress that hit mid-thigh. It was one of my favorites. As I was straightening out my dress and hair, Marla came into the bedroom wearing a black denim miniskirt and a cute red babydoll tee. She looked so cute! She gently reached in and kissed me deeply, swirling her tongue in my mouth and getting my juices flowing.

"I want you to have a good time tonight, babe," she said. "I will," I assured her.

I decided early on that I would fuck Caleb if he were good-looking. I hadn't had any for a while, and I really enjoyed the thrill of fucking someone I hardly knew. It was especially exciting knowing that he was already fantasizing about me, though I would play it off like I had no idea.

When we arrived at the party, it became instantly clear that Marla and I stood out. Because it was her cousin's work-related party, everyone was dressed conservatively.

The men were wearing slacks and polo shirts, as if they all shopped at the same place at the same time. The women were wearing suits, mostly pantsuits, with a few wearing skirts. I spotted one lady in a suit with a really short skirt.

It's amazing how a "suit" can make a short skirt look professional. I walked towards her to admire her a little more closely. Her blond hair and ruby red lipstick made her look like a beauty queen. I poured a cup of coffee as I stared at her, wondering what she had on under that skirt, when suddenly my perverted thoughts were interrupted by a tap on the shoulder.

"Oh my God!" squealed Marla. "Caleb is here!"

"Which one is he?" I asked, looking around.

That's when it happened. The cute blond girly in the sexy little business skirt tipped the creamer over on the table, splashing a spot on my dress.

"Oh!" she cried. "I'm soooo sorry!" Her cute face crinkled to show genuine concern. I just wanted to kiss her sweet little ruby red lips and tell her everything was okay.

"Oh, it's okay," I said with a smile.

Blondie started to mop up the little spot on my dress with her napkin. "I'm so clumsy. I feel awful," she said. Her pretty little painted nails looked so delicate as her hand swiped at the stain. I was hoping her hand would reach up my skirt and touch my clit, but no luck.

"Really, it's fine," I said. "You got a little on yourself, actually." I brushed my hand on her butt, feeling for her panty line. Mmmm, a thong. I wonder what color. White cotton? Pretty little princess!

"Oh God, thank you!" she said, thinking I was doing more than just feeling her up. By now, Marla had begun to notice my adventure and repeated her earlier exclamation.

"Hello? Caleb is here!" she said.

I looked over and saw him. He stood about six feet tall, with dark brown hair, dark eyes and well built. He looked as though he was in his late twenties or early thirties, a little older than I was used to. Not like that was a problem, mind you. And he was definitely good-looking.

I instantly began to envision living out his fantasies and imagined myself sucking on his hard cock. I had to have this guy, I had to have him tonight, and I was pretty sure I was going to get him.

I strolled over his way, attempting to look like I belonged. As I approached, he quickly locked on to me and watched me as if he were [censored]. I walked right up to him, his eyes getting wider as I got closer.

"Hi. Sarah," I said as I extended my hand.

He took my hand and replied, "Caleb." He seemed surprised. He wasn't expecting me. I looked over at Marla, who seemed quite obviously amused by his reaction.

"Caleb. Is this stain on my dress noticeable?" I asked him. This was the invitation he needed. His eyes scanned me from bottom to top, then again from top to bottom.

"I don't see it," he said.

I stepped one leg out and pushed my hip towards him. "Above them," I said.

His eyes locked on my thigh. "Yeah, I see it. It's hardly noticeable."

"It's very noticeable to me," I said. "Think you can help me wash it out?" He paused before answering. "Yeah. Sure."

"Great!" I said. "Follow me."

I made my way through the hallway of Marla's cousin's house. I had actually never been here before and wasn't even polite enough to ask her cousin to introduce me. Nevertheless, I was seeking out her master bedroom to fuck this handsome stranger.

We walked into the bedroom and went directly to the bathroom. Caleb followed me in, and I closed the door behind him. Without delay, I wrapped my arms around him and began kissing him passionately.

His hand immediately went up my dress and clenched my ass. Our tongues entangle for an eternity, and I break our embrace, biting him softly on his lower lip.

"You saw me before?" I asked him. "Yes," he said.

"Julie's wedding shower?"

"Yes," he confirmed.

"What was I wearing?" I asked him. "Black miniskirt," he said.

Funny. Guys love miniskirts. You can put two of the sexiest identical twins in front of a guy. They can both be equally beautiful, but one is wearing pants, and the other is wearing a short skirt. If given a choice, he'll fuck the one in the short skirt.