Housewarming (2)
I felt utterly exposed, stripped bare. Leaving Yuko to sleep soundly, I returned to the table and picked up my wine glass. Elena sat down beside me and tilted her glass against mine.
I took a sip of the remaining wine and asked, “Did Yuko—er, Vicki—tell you?”
“Yeah.”
“Damn… so you knew all along.”
Getting caught like this for the first time as sex partners left a weird, sticky feeling in my gut. Even though I didn’t have any special feelings for Elena.
She smirked at me. “Oh, by the way, Vicki didn’t tell me you two were fuck buddies.”
“…What?!”
“But hearing you just now? Spot on. My guess was right.”
Ah… fuck.
“So what did Vicki say?”
“That she fell for someone at first sight. But he wasn’t into dating.”
“……”
“Didn’t think it was you at first. Then one day, she asked me what guys do to make girls happy. Especially during sex.”
“……!”
My face flushed hot.
“…And how’d you figure out it was me?”
“Yuko started watching soccer, something she’d never cared about. That’s when it clicked. Oh, a soccer player.”
“Hmm…”
“And Korean. Come on, how many options are there? Plus, she’s tight with Tiago, so it had to be you.”
“Makes sense.”
“And the clincher?”
Elena grinned wickedly, glancing down at my crotch. “Vicki said it was the most ecstatic she’d ever felt. Huge and it hurt, but she loved it so much she thought she’d die happy.”
“……”
I’d heard women talk about sex with their friends more than guys do… especially about their boyfriends.
“But then I saw yours that day, and it sealed it.”
Elena leaned in slowly, her upper body dipping toward me. Her hand slid smoothly onto my thigh. The moment her touch registered, along with the deep cleavage filling my view, my cock twitched to life.
“Oho?”
Being so huge, the outline bulged visibly through my pants. Elena’s lips curved mischievously.
“W-wait a sec…”
Her hand crept toward my groin. I knew I should stop her… but my hand wouldn’t move. The booze? Or did I just want this?
Damn, who knows.
Thud! Her hand finally grazed my cock. Not fully hard, but blood was rushing in hard.
I glanced between Yuko, sleeping peacefully on the sofa, and Elena’s intrigued eyes. My brain screamed this was wrong, but my balls had already flooded it with testosterone.
“I usually wouldn’t touch Vicki’s guy…”
Elena gripped the shaft firmly and continued, “…but how could I resist this?”
Zzzip! She eased down my zipper like it was nothing.
My last shred of reason kicked in. “This… this ain’t right.”
She stared, then snorted mockingly. “Your mouth says no, but why’s your dick so fucking hard then?”
Squeeze! She’d unzipped me, pulled it from my boxers, and gripped the base, looking up.
Fuck, I’m losing it.
“Don’t worry about Vicki. She blacks out hard after a few drinks—no one could carry her off without her knowing.”
Her hand stroked from base to tip, then swirled the leaking precum around the head. Each touch made my body jerk.
“Just stay quiet.”
Reason snapped.
Lick! The instant her tongue tip hit the head.
“Ngh…”
But hold up. We weren’t even dating—just fuck buddies. Why feel guilty?
Slurp, slurp! I gazed down at Elena starting her blowjob.
I’d always fantasized about fucking a Western girl. And now it was about to happen.
Can’t hold back.
Gluck, gluck! Elena’s skills were pure art. Yuko was like a soft Swedish massage; Elena was deep-tissue, pressure-packed.
“Urgh…”
A moan escaped. The haughty Elena on her knees sucking my cock was hot, but doing it with Yuko asleep nearby? Fucking electric.
“Hoo…”
She never broke eye contact while blowing me. I couldn’t meet her gaze—kept flicking to Yuko on the sofa.
Still worried about Yuko? Elena stopped, stood, and headed to the bedroom, stripping off her outer clothes, pants, and black lingerie before climbing onto the bed.
No words. Just a beckoning finger.
Up till now, Yuko was in view—I could end it quick and play dumb if needed. But the bedroom? No line of sight.
What if Yuko woke up mid-fuck?
“Fuck it.”
I drifted to the bed like a moth to flame, stripping off my shirt, pants, and boxers.
Elena smirked as I climbed on, then shoved my chest, forcing me flat.
“Condoms?”
“Drawer. There.”
She tore one open with her teeth. I propped up, twisted her stiff nipple.
She twitched. I kneaded her full tits; she rolled the condom onto my raging cock.
Hand dipping low, I rubbed her clit, then slid fingers inside.
“Ngh!”
She bit her lip. The ice queen who shot down every guy, moaning like a goddess at my touch. Too fucking hot.
I sealed her leaking mouth with mine, fingering her pussy deep.
Squelch, squelch! She gushed like Yuko.
Drenched, she fumbled for my cock, gripped it, shoved my chest again, rubbed it on her folds, then eased it in.
“Haah!”
A louder moan. She clamped a hand over her mouth, forcing it deeper inch by inch. Tight at first, then it swallowed past the head.
“Mmph!”
Even muffled, she shook. She took half, froze. Her warmth revived my buzz.
Seeing her mix pain and pleasure in a haze, I muttered, “Vicki picked the worst friend.”
Her pussy clenched hard at the entrance.
She scowled, forcing out, “Shut… the fuck… up.”
Pathetic and hot. Sucking me like a slut, begging to be fucked, now playing coy.
Maybe because I’d been the sub in sex forever, but post-Yuko, I felt dominant.
Grab! Booze fueling me, I yanked her hair, growling, “Scream now, and you’re fucked.”
“……!”
“Let’s see you take it.”
Thwack, thwack, thwack! I pounded rough.
Eyes wide, she clamped her mouth. Squeezing shut, swallowing moans—her usual haughty vibe overlaid.
“Hnnngh… mmph… mmph!”
Slap! Flesh smacking echoed. Door closed, but light sleeper Yuko might hear.
Sex-brain didn’t care anymore.
“Lie back.”
Yanking her hair, she flopped down.
“Ass up.”
“Don’t… order me… haaah!”
Last pride? I ignored, gripped her waist, hiked it, slammed in.
Thwack, thwack! Hands over mouth again.
Doggy for ages, I pulled out. “Flip over.”
“……”
No more pride. She obeyed, spreading wide, holding her legs.
No begging like Yuko. But her eyes screamed it.
I stared. Shamed, she bit her lip, turned away.
I waited. She got it, whispered, “Give it.”
“Can’t hear.”
“Fuck me.”
“Where?”
“My pussy.”
I slammed in.
Squelch! Gushing confirmed she was loving it.
Thwack, thwack! Hard thrusts. Climax neared.
No holding. I unloaded a week’s worth.
Spurt, spurt! Filling the condom tip.
She vibrated, pussy milking every drop.
“Hoo…”
Post-nut clarity hit.
“……!”
I snapped alert, checked the door. Left Elena half-dead, tied off the condom, trashed it, dressed frantically, opened the door.
“Phew.”
Empty hall. Good.
As Elena said, Yuko was out cold. While Elena showered, I cleared bottles and tidied.
She emerged clean except hair, dressed proper. Good call on the two-bathroom place.
Not for this, but still.
“Damn, legs are jelly.”
She grimaced. Wanted her to crash, but with Yuko? Nah.
She didn’t seem keen either.
“Morning sex goes to Vicki, I guess.”
“Now you say?”
“Shut up.”
One fuck, and we were tight. But Tiago might notice. Women’s intuition—Yuko too.
Fuck buddies or not, banging her friend? Dicey.
Guilt tugged. Guess I’m not fully adapted to one-nights.
“Tell anyone, I’ll kill you.”
Fierce glare. Not scary to me.
I chuckled, nodded. “You don’t act obvious.”
“M-me?!”
“Taxi?”
“I got it.”
She wobbled out.
I eyed snoring Yuko, lifted her gently.
“Mmm…”
Sex noises? Nada. Touch? She stirred.
Half-open eyes: “...Rena?”
“Left already. You wouldn’t wake.”
“Hehe.”
“Bed. Sofa sucks.”
Carrying her, she mumbled sleepily, “...Together.”
“Sure.”
“...Sex later.”
“Morning. Sleep now.”
“Mmm… no… now… dick… suck dick…”
On the bed, she groped my crotch.
Post-fuck, no urge.
Pouty lips, she stripped—bra off, mashing tits together.
“Paizuri… tittyfuck… you love it…”
“……!”
Damn, why’s this airhead always know my weakness.