Chapter 8: Doing the Deed

Slipping in, I felt halfway to climaxing already, even after the blowjob. Every sensation and feeling I had for Sallie was magnified. Doubled. I was watching her eyes or dropping in for a passionate kiss. My hands were on the mattress under her shoulders, I felt the soft skin of her breasts cuddling against my forearms. Her ankles were hooked on my legs, and her hands gripped my ass as I thrust.

For what my cock was feeling, I needed more words. Hot, powerful, wet, firm, urgent, desperate. Wouldn’t be long.

She pulled my ass down while pushing her hips up, and came, shuddering. I held myself rigid, until she eased off.

“Don’t stop! Fuck me,” she breathed.

Her heels were flying behind my ass as I pounded her. There was no more talking. Only grunts, groans, and passionate cries. We climaxed together, sweaty-faced and breathless.

I just stayed inside. Perfectly rigid. Felt right at home! I used one hand to brush stray hair away from her face. “Beautiful.”

Sallie smiled at me. “Yes, you are. Yes, it is.” She internally gave my cock a squeeze. Shit! This was new to me.

“You have hidden talents, Sallie. Do that again! Wow!”

“Sallie Macron, will you marry me?”

She giggled. “Despite our current positioning, I hardly know you. So no, dear Andrew, not yet.”

You can be sure I took note of that “yet” and filed it for future consideration. In the meantime, I did the only rational thing and kissed her passionately.

We stayed joined together, cooing and cuddling. In just a short time, I was humping and thrusting again, encouraged by her mounting excitement. This time the tempo was more relaxed, our mood less frantic. We slipped together into our orgasms easily, like we’d be lovers already for years.

I had my hand down gripping her ass cheek, keeping our bodies aligned together in the bed.

Then we were both startled and literally jumped apart, grabbing at the bedding to conceal our naked sweaty bodies.

Because we just heard the unmistakable cries of a woman’s orgasm. Another woman’s orgasm. Sallie was better positioned to see the intruder.

“CHARLIE!”

Also naked and sweaty, Sallie’s roommate was splayed out in an old wing chair in the corner of the room. Her left hand clutched the root of an inserted dildo and her right hand’s fingers were all over her clit.

This was fucked up. My first time with Sallie, and we had an audience! Angrily, I waited for Charlie to speak.

Sallie was more hurt than angry, in her expression and voice.

“Charlie, you know what Andrew means to me. You know. Why?”

“They sent the electricians home early. I’m sorry, Sallie.”

When I returned to our apartment, I went straight to my bedroom and stripped naked, like I always do. Then, on my way to our bathroom, your door was open, and I heard and saw you with him.”