Chapter 2

After our kiss, I noticed that Tristan was still on the floor, so, Kenzie helped him up:

Tristan said: “Thanks, Kenz.”

Kenzie responded: “Sure, anytime.”

Tristan asked: “Kenzie, I respect you as a dancer and everything, but, for what I am about to tell you. Please, do not get mad.”

Kenzie asked: “Why?”

Tristan answered: “Well, before Alana and I got eliminated. Sage told me every single detail about your ‘magical evening’ that happened the night before. But, seriously, I did not have half a clue as to what he told me, so...”

I chimed in: “Could you help us with our magical evening?”

Kenzie said: “Well, Tristan, since you told me the truth. Sure.”

As soon as my friend said ‘sure’, I cheered us on in excitement:

“Fuck yeah! Let’s do this!”

Kenzie said: “Okay. First thing’s first, who has a condom?”

Tristan finds one in his pocket: “Uh, Sage gave this to me for my magical evening.”

Kenzie wryly smiled at Tristan: “What a good friend. Also, what a fucking bastard!”

Tristan replied: “I thought that you were not mad.”

Kenzie said: “Not at you, honey. At him for telling you about our night.”

Tristan chuckled: “Well, did you tell Alana?”

Kenzie said: “Yes, and, by the way, fuck you!”

Tristan responded: “Is that a challenge?”

With all of the banter between those two. I could not help but laugh my ass off. Suddenly, Kenzie got a little steamed at us:

“Okay!! First, Tristan, take you fucking shirt off!”

When Tristan took his shirt off, both Kenzie and I looked in awe at his physique. Kenzie was the first to comment:

“Shit!! You are ripped!”

Tristan said: “It’s from all the years of dancing.”

Still looking at him, I could not help but rub my clit in front of Tristan while saying:

“Mmm, the years have been good to you, baby.”

Sarcastically, Kenzie said:

“Please, put a lid on the drool.”

Then, Kenzie got serious:

“Okay, Tristan, drop them.”

Puzzled, Tristan looked at her:

“Drop what?”

Kenzie chuckled:

“Do you really want me to fucking answer that? Okay, I want you to drop your pants. You fucking dancing fool! Plus, do not fuck with me!!”

Noticing that Kenzie was not playing around. Tristan dropped his pants and boxers. Stepping out of them I finally saw his huge rod. When I saw it, I plunged two fingers into my pussy and gasped:

“Oh my.”

Suddenly, Kenzie’s jaw dropped. A few minutes later, she recovered. Still fingering myself, as soon as Kenzie was able to speak, once again, I squirted all over her sheets. Kenzie looked over at me and said:

“Well, it looks like your job is easier now.”

Tristan asked: “How so?”

Kenzie responded: “Well, look for yourself. She already squirted, which means that she is well-lubed for you. All you have to do is put the car into the garage, so to speak. But, first, do you want to do this sitting or standing?”

Tristan answered: “Sitting on the edge of the bed while Alana gets down on her knees.”

Kenzie: “Well, I guess that you had a clue about that part of the fuckers story.”

Once Tristan sat down, I walked over to him, got down on my knees and started to put my hand on his penis when Kenzie said:

“Good girl, Alana, now, make an open fist and move it up and down.”

I did exactly as she told me eliciting some moans out of Tristan. After a while, I felt his penis get bigger in my hand. It was at that exact moment that I heard Kenzie giving me more instructions:

“Now, Alana, put your mouth on his tip and lick around the head and the frenulum. He would love it.”

Once again, I followed her instructions. Suddenly, I saw Tristan’s hips move off of the bed and start to moan words: