Billy lay naked, spooning with Diana. The heat of recent sex warmed her bedroom, and freshly-soaked sheets showed the frequency of their couplings. Diana's father was unconscious in his own bed; Diana had warned Billy that he'd passed out drunk and he'd have two minutes between hearing the first hung-over hurl and full consciousness to make himself scarce. Thus far, nothing had interrupted their sexual encounters.
Diana's arm stirred, her hand sliding over her well-fucked mound and teasing Billy's penis. He could feel her sexual desire building yet again, but there was something else behind it.
"Billy?" she asked, her voice soft and wanting. "Can I ask you something?"
"What?" His mind raced with sexual positions they hadn't tried yet.
"Would you... be jealous? If I had sex with a girl?"
Well, that was out of left field, Billy thought to himself. His cock gave an answer before his voice could.
"No, not at all. If that's what you want to do, then I'm fine with it....," Billy started. Diana interrupted the thought with a playful squeeze of her silky thighs against his member.
"That's good. I don't want my boyfriend to be jealous if I need to taste a pussy." Billy's stomach fell into a bottomless pit, then came back up tied in countless knots. That was the first Diana had ever mentioned of wanting a more official relationship than just being fuck-buddies.
"Did.... you have someone particular in mind?" He asked, looking for words.
"I was thinking about Heather. You know she and I used to fool around. But she's been acting so weird lately....." She slid a finger into her pussy, digging out some cooling cum and tasting it, smiling wistfully.
"So long as you're honest about it, I don't mind if you sleep with every girl in our class," Billy said honestly. His hand crept up her side and gently massaged a breast. Diana cooed happily.
"Would you do something for me? When you go home?" she asked as her hand slid down again, this time to slowly stroke Billy's cock.
"What?" He nibbled at her ear and neck.
"Find out what's wrong with Heather. I heard she's been seducing some really weird people lately. I'm worried." She turned slightly, smiling lazily. "But for now? Just enjoy this."
She turned and slid down, her eyes never leaving Billy's until she reached his cock. She took his balls in her mouth, sucking on them as she stroked him to full hardness. Satisfied with his firmness, she licked his manhood from base to tip, then slowly took his full size into her mouth. Her tongue undulated against the underside of his member; her hand gently massaged his balls. The slow, gentle, loving movements were such a change from their fevered, lustful fucking, his next orgasm flew from his body in a surprising and strong pulse. His cum filled her mouth and leaked from the corners as she continued to suck it out of him.
He finally relaxed, his cock finally falling flaccid from her mouth as she swallowed his load in two gulps. With a satisfied smile, she handed him his clothes and helped him dress; the process was made much slower by her desire to stroke and touch and fondle as much of Billy as possible. She walked him to the back door, their parting kiss punctuated by her father's loud and mood-shattering retch.
Billy slipped away into the dark of the night across the yards to his own home. His mother was asleep on the couch, an old movie playing on the TV; Heather was upstairs, sucking off a random guy whose name she probably didn't even know. |