“Man, they’re really going at it now.” Paul chuckles from the front seat, looking back at us in the mirror.
“Just wait until it’s your turn,” Samantha says, reaching over from beside him and placing a hand on his crotch.
He tenses, understandably so, but she doesn’t do more than that. She can’t, not with her attention needed on the road.
That said, I pay their exchange little attention. My mind is otherwise occupied with my fun in the backseat.
Loud, wet, lewd sounds echo through the car. Neither of us holds back any longer. We’re two beasts going at it, and boy is it good, or what?
My cock throbs, trapped in my pants. A fact that doesn’t escape her notice, not with how she presses against me. There’s no doubt she can feel how hard I am. It’s not just our bodies grinding against one another either. When not that, our hands are all over the place too. Mine as much as hers.
Cass may be a broad, well-built woman, but she’s still soft in all the ways only a woman can be. God, she feels so good. I’d hike up her dress and take her right here if I could. A moving car, however, is not the best place, I imagine, to lose one’s virginity.
No, I want to be able to stretch out and relax during my first time. Such cramped, tight quarters aren’t going to let me enjoy it to my heart’s content. Don’t get me wrong, it would still be fun, but not the kind of fun I’m in the mood for.
“God, I want to fuck you so badly.” I groan straight into her ear.
As I do so, my hand presses flat against her crotch, palming her pussy through her clothes. Her response is immediate. She wastes no time shoving her tongue back down my throat.
Like this, time passes quickly, as it always does when one is having fun. Before we know it, the car pulls to a stop. We’re so focused on making out, though, that neither of us notices it. It’s not until someone clears their throat that we come back to our senses.
Like a pair of horny teenagers caught red-handed behind the bleachers, we both blush profusely. Similarly, we aren’t remorseful in the slightest either.
The walk up to Samantha’s apartment is excruciating. More than once, I’m tempted to bend Cass over right then and there. I don’t, however. My patience needs only to last a little while longer, and will, in the end, be rewarded.
Still, that doesn’t stop the little minx from teasing me. Really, where did the far more reserved woman go? I’m not complaining, though.
She clings to my side, pawing at me and nibbling on my neck. If she’s not careful, she’ll leave a love bite behind. Or maybe that’s her intention.
I’m not alone in my suffering. Up front, leading the way, Samantha is just as intent on torturing Paul.
We’re saved soon enough when the front door comes into sight. Both my friend and I let out a collective sigh of relief as the door shuts behind us. It’s finally time! Let’s do this.
Before we can, however, Paul has a thought. Really, it’s one that should’ve occurred to me sooner. I just got so carried away in the heat of the moment that it slipped my mind.
“What are we, um… I mean, what’s the ah… contraceptive situation?” He stammers and stutters, unable to look at either of the women as he does so.
“I’m on birth control. You can cum inside me as much as you want, sweetie. In fact, I’m counting on it.” Samantha answers without hesitation or shame. She even leans in and whispers something in his ear that leaves him blushing quite a bit more.
Cassidy’s answer, directed towards me, is quite different but also the same. “I’m not, but you can also cum inside me, too. I don’t mind.”
“Are you sure? I could, we could, you know…” My eyes glance down at her stomach.
There’s a number of reasons why I’m hesitant to do so. For one, I’m not ready to be a father. And at this point, with this power, I don’t think I’ll ever be. For another, the fact that she has a husband feels a little weird. I’m not sure how to feel about potentially knocking a girl up and having another man raise it, unaware of that fact.
Cass almost blinds me with the smile she beams my way. “I’ve always wanted a kid, but my husband is against it… so if it happens, it happens.”
I open my mouth and close it. Not once, or twice either, but over and over again. What does one even say to something like that?
The joy she’s showing, however… Oh, well. In for a penny, in for a pound. If she wants to roll the dice, then that’s on her. I know for a fact this isn’t something I’ve influenced her into. Well, not entirely.
I gave her the option for an alternative, and I don’t have a preference either way given the circumstances. In fact, she’s the one who told me I can cum inside her, so it would be rude not to, wouldn’t it? Maybe that’s me just deluding myself, though.
Whatever the case, call me selfish if you want; I no longer feel bad about potentially foisting a kid on her husband.
With that matter settled, only one thing remains. The four of us walk deeper into Samantha’s apartment. Boy, is this place swanky or what? Although I kind of expected that given the part of town it’s in.
The layout flows nicely. All the rooms are more than a little spacious. And that’s saying something considering all the sleek, modern furniture. Even half the stuff would make for a crowded place if it were in my house. Not exactly an efficient use of space. Still, it’s all very homely, and avoids that all too sterile look many ‘modernly’ decorated homes have.
“Come on, Sweetie. The master bedroom is this way.”
Samantha doesn’t give Paul much say in the matter. He’s dragged off, disappearing deeper into the apartment. The last glimpse I have of him is him turning around and giving me a thumbs-up.
This, of course, leaves me all alone with a certain someone. Excitement, joy, and of course, nerves, all bubble up within me. It’s really going to happen. I’m about to lose my virginity. Finally!
Cass is nowhere near as tense as I am. She pulls me into a kiss once more, our bodies fitting together pieces of a puzzle.
“Now, where were we?” She grins from ear to ear as she hangs from me, arms roped around my shoulders.
Again and again they kiss me, pecking my neck, and working their way up towards my lips. She knows just how to make me relax. The tension in my body melts away like an ice cube dropped into the Sahara.
Oh, this is going to be real fun!
My heart pounds in my chest. Hers too, which I feel through our close proximity. Our bodies might as well be melded together as one with how we press together.
Of course, the awareness of such doesn’t linger in my mind for long. How could it when I have her tongue shoving its way into my mouth to contend with.
God, I’m so horny. I need this. I need her, and I need it now. She does so too, as is evident by how she pulls me down onto the couch with her.
The two of us, together, as one, fall onto the soft cushions. We’re a tangle of limbs and lips all over one another. For every bit of effort she gives, I give it back as best I can. Not just in kissing, but other things too.
My hands grab her ass, her chest, you name. Her body’s so soft, so womanly. She makes my mind go blank.
I have no idea if there’s a spare guest room or the like we could use. Nor do I particularly care. I’m fine doing this right here. I can’t wait another moment longer.
That said, Cass pulls her lips away from mine momentarily to ask. “Since this is your first time, do you want me to take the lead?”
I nod. There’s no time for words. Even this brief interlude feels like far too much of a waste.
She pulls me back into another kiss just like that. Her lips taste amazing, so soft, so wet. There’s a distinct fruitiness too, which I assume is some sort of lip balm. I’m pretty sure women don’t naturally taste like this.
Beneath her, my cock strains in my pants. I couldn’t be harder, and as such, the confines of my underwear are proving to be all too tight. This, of course, is something she’s more than a little aware of as our hips grind against one another.
Back and forth, the two of us flip, over and over, as we make out. At some point, after god knows how long, we settle, me lying under her as she straddles my lap.
Her own heat presses against mine. Even through her dress and panties, I can feel how aroused she. Her core radiates it.
Like a pair of horny teens, she grinds atop me, and I grind back up against her. To be fair, though, I am one. What’s her excuse?
Is this what they call ‘dry hump?’ I think it is.
This is only a prelude to what is to come, and already I love it. The kissing, the touching, the feel of her weight atop me. I can’t get enough of it. Especially those deep, brown eyes of hers. They shine with delight as she stares down at me, our eyes locked and unwavering.
God, she’s beautiful.
For my first time to be with a girl like her… I’m a lucky guy, that’s for sure.