"Jodi..."
The sound of a door slamming shut startles you.
"Jodi, do you... want to talk about it?" You ask, slowly walking down the hall she had just run past.
I get why she might not be in the mood after that... but.. what made her yell like that?
...
Jodi stands over her sink, cupping her palms under the flowing tap and splashing it up onto her face, letting her makeup run down her cheek.
"Fuck..." She mutters quietly to herself, unable to stop thinking about everything she had seen and heard.
Not number 1... not number 2... not number 3...
...
"Jodi?" You knock gently.
You stay there for a few more minutes, hearing muted sounds coming from behind the locked door, but not hearing any response.
"Jodi, if you want me to go, I can go..."
"..."
"...please, just say something..."
"..."
"Ok. I... I'll go. Just... let's talk this out sometime, ok?"
"..."
...
You drive back to your house, thinking back over your day.
Kimi and I aren't together anymore... which brings me down to 9.
Janet... well, I'll have to think more about her. But at the same time, she's so good in bed...
Your brows furrow as you catch your thoughts traveling down a strange path.
Wait, what am I saying?
No, I'm not gonna keep her around just because she's nice to fuck!
I can't lie to myself about this.
I don't really want her. I can't explain it... I just don't feel that connection.
Now I just need to find a way to tell her that...
You gulp as you remember what she confessed to you, and how you had felt about her words, but you quickly brush it off.
Well, I guess I'm down to 8.
Could that work? Hmm...
I wonder if I could go on multiple dates at the same time? I'm sure they'd be down for that, and it'd definitely give me more time to spend with everyone.
Actually, it's been a while since I've been out with Celine or Yvonne... maybe I could try it out with them?
...
"So... 7pm today? How does that sound?" You ask.
"Mmhmm," Yvonne grumbles out from under her covers while you sit nearby. "I dunno... can't we just stay in bed?"
"I'll pay for your Starbucks today if you agree..."
"Huh! Really?" Yvonne snaps upright with hair sprawled all over her face.
You chuckle. "Yeah, of course..."
"Yessss..." She sighs and rolls into you, giving you a lazy hug. "You're the bessst..."
"Oh, and I was thinking of inviting Celine too. I haven't hung out with her in while," you say, gently patting her head.
"Mmm, ok... she can tag along. But you better not give her more attention than me..." Yvonne childishly pouts. "You won't, will you?"
"No way! You're too cute for me to ignore! Don't worry, I'll be at your beck and call all afternoon, m'lady..."
She rolls her eyes at your corniness but kisses you on the cheek.
...
"Ok! I'll meet you there!" Celine's cheery voice rings out over the phone.
"Great!'
"But, um..." She hesitates.
"Hmm?"
"Ahh... no, it's kinda stupid..." She mumbles out, barely loud enough for you to catch.
"Celine..." You slowly let out.
"Sorry, sorry..." she starts again. "I just wanted to know... Is this a date between you and me, and Yvonne's just gonna... be there too? Or am I gonna be more like the... third wheel?" She asks.
Her tone reminds you of one of the first times you had spoken to her, where she confessed how much she hated feeling left out.
You hesitate, realizing you had dug yourself into a tight spot.
"No, it's, um... you and me! Yvonne will tag along, but don't worry, you'll be my focus for the afternoon," you say, reassuring her.
"Aww, thanks baby. That... makes me feel a lot better, honestly," she sighs.
"Of course. See you then?"
"Bye!!"
You hang up, then lower your phone and think to yourself.
Well... I guess I'm gonna have to be smart about this.
Maybe I should just cancel it? I don't want either of them to feel left out...
But I can't! I really don't want to leave anyone else, so I need to start finding ways to take two people out together!
And besides, I think I'm smooth enough to make them both feel special...
In the midst of your thoughts, you look down to see your phone light up with a few pictures, and you feel your body switch gears as you see the crisp, high-res images of Janet's alluring body. You take your time looking over each one, shaking your head in disbelief.
Fuck, even more?!? Did she turn into a professional photographer overnight? These are incredible...
It hasn't even been a whole day since we last hooked up, but I might have to go see her again if she keeps tempting me like this...
Janet: missing your cock already
wanna come over and gimme a taste? ;)
Me: fuck yes i do
but not today
I'm busy
Janet: :(((
fine
dont keep me waiting too long
...
"Hey!" You wrap Celine in a hug, feeling her pillowy breasts comfortably push up against your chest. Her red dress put her larger features on display, and you admire how her slightly wavy hair frames her smiling face.
"Hiiii," she giggles, wrapping her arms around you.
You pull away and let Yvonne and Celine hug each other for a moment, pulling away with smiles on their faces.
"I'm so excited! I haven't been on a date since... well, our last date!" Celine laughs as she reaches out for your hand.
You let her smooth fingers slide between yours, not noticing Yvonne's expression momentarily falter as she hears Celine's words.
"Yeah, me neither! It's been a while," Yvonne adds on, not dwelling on it too much.
She grips your other hand, and the three of you walk into the restaurant together.
...
"You both look incredible, by the way," you say, making Celine smile and blush.
"Thanks. I actually bought this dress last month, but I wanted to save it for a special occasion," Celine says, gently rubbing the laced red fabric along her collarbone.
"Aww, that's adorable... And it was definitely worth the wait," you charmingly say, lifting another bite of your steak to your mouth.
Yvonne looks back and forth between the two of you, smiling along.
"You look really good too!" She exclaims toward you.
"Oh, come on, I-"
"No, no, don't be modest now, handsome. You're hot and you know it," Celine says, making the three of you laugh at her unexpected boldness.
"Sheesh, fine!" You giggle.
The three of you slowly get over your fit of giggles and return to eating.
"You know... I think I should've worn something fancier..." Yvonne eventually says, biting her lip as she looks down at her plain white dress.
"Nooooo! You look amazing!" Celine juts in, pouting.
"Mmm... I guess..." Yvonne sighs, not convinced.
"Yvonne, you look great, really. Don't worry about that one bit," you reassure.
"Excuse me for a moment, I'm gonna use the bathroom," Celine says as she stands up and smooths down her dress, before walking toward the labeled restrooms on the other side of the restaurant.
"I guess I just feel..." Yvonne continues speaking to you, drawing your attention back to her. "...like I should be the one who's more dressed up, since it's my date after all..."
You freeze.
"I get that she's excited to hang out with you, but... I didn't expect her to act and talk like it was her date, and I'm just tagging along," she continues.
"Uh... well, don't dwell on that too much. She's just... excited to hang out with us, right?" You say, pursing your lips.
"Yeah, I guess." She slouches over as she takes another bite of her food, swirling her noodles around her fork before lifting it up to her lips.
"I'm back!" Celine calls out as she sits back down.
"Wow, that was fast!" You observe.
"I was just freshening up a bit. Nothing much."
She smiles, and you notice that her cheeks carry a little more blush on them, giving her an even cuter look.
She dives back into her food, while Yvonne looks back and forth between the two of you, not saying anything.
"You know what?" Yvonne says, putting her fork down. "I think... I'll use the bathroom too."
She quickly stands up, hiding the frown threatening to reveal itself as she grabs her purse and heads into the bathroom.
"Is she ok?" Celine whispers to you as soon as Yvonne leaves earshot.
"I... don't know."
"Did something happen while I was gone?"
"Well... yes. She was..." You pause, but Celine's worried expression pushes you to tell her.
"...a little jealous?"
"Jealous?!?" She blurts out, quickly putting her hand over her mouth. "Why?!?" She whisper-shouts.
"Well... because you look really good. She felt a little underdressed."
"Oh... but... it's my date, after all! Why shouldn't I be more dressed up?"
"Yeah, um..." You wave your hand around, looking for an explanation. "Yeah, you're right..."
"Hmm. I think we should talk this out once she comes back."
"Wha-! Um, I-I don't think we should do that. I think we're... well, we're almost done with our dinner, so maybe we should finish up and get going!" You sputter out.
She stares at you, clearly noting how flustered your response was.
"What's going on?" She innocently asks.
"Um..." You want to tell her the truth, but the fear of the conversation you'd have to have pulls you away.
I don't want to admit that I... lied to her. And Yvonne.
Yvonne walks back and takes a seat at your table, and you instantly notice her appearance. Her makeup was now heavily applied, and her eyeliner and lip gloss dazzled under the light.
"Yvonne! You... put on more makeup!"
"Mmhmm. Just... freshened up," she shrugs.
"Uh... well, we wanted to talk about something," Celine says, making your eyes widen.
"Huh?"
"No, it's just-" You start to interject.
"Why do you feel insecure about being underdressed?" Celine asks.
Shit.
"Because... it's my date!" Yvonne lightly throws her hands up, realizing that her confession was now out in the open. "I'd never be jealous of you, Celine, but I just... didn't expect to feel like the third wheel."
"Wait... your... date?" Celine's voice reveals her utter surprise.
"Well... yeah?" Yvonne responds, confused. "What, did you-"
"I thought..."
Celine's eyes slowly drag from Yvonne's to yours, and you feel her glare shooting through you. Yvonne's gaze quickly follows as she catches on, and you gulp nervously.
"What... is happening?" Celine asks, furrowing her brows.
"Well, I... actually invited you both on a date," you reveal, looking down at your plate.
"And...?" Celine raises her eyebrows.
"...and what?"
She crosses her arms. "What did you tell us?" She sighs in exasperation.
You set down your fork.
"Fine. I told each of you that... you would be my focus for tonight. I wasn't planning on lying to you! I just... didn't know how else to do it..."
"To do what?" Yvonne asks, now with a slightly bitter tone to her voice.
"To take you both out on a date!"
"Why couldn't you have taken us out separately?" Celine asks.
"I... um..." You know the answer to her question, but as you feel yourself try to say it, the words choke in your throat.
So you stay silent, letting the three of you fall into an uncomfortable tension. Yvonne stares down at her feet while Celine tries to come up with something to say.
"I'm really sorry... I don't know what I was thinking..." You admit.
"Hey, it's ok..." Celine comforts you, never wanting to see you sad. "We can-"
"No."
Yvonne's voice cuts through your foggy thoughts, and you look up at her stern gaze.
"You... went on a date with Jodi yesterday," Yvonne forcefully states.
"...yes."
"And only with Jodi," she mutters.
"..."
"Wait, really?" Celine says, surprised. "Then... why did you do this?"
"Be honest," Yvonne demands.
You close your eyes for a moment and blink them open.
"I... wanted to save time."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"I think I should go now," Yvonne says as she stands up.
"Wha-! Yvonne! I just wanted to have enough time to spend with you! Listen, I- I know I messed up, but can we please talk this out?" You plead.
"I'm not in the mood," she sighs, sounding genuinely sad.
"Can I at least drive you home?" You ask.
She stops and slowly nods, refusing to meet your worried eyes.
"I'll come too," Celine quietly adds.
...
"Psst. Yvonne..." Celine whispers in a hushed tone while you remain in the driver's seat, oblivious to the words being spoken behind you.
"Hmm?"
"...are you ok?" Celine asks.
She solemnly looks down at the ground and shakes her head.
"...i just don't get it..." Yvonne mutters. "...why would he..." She doesn't finish her sentence, afraid that her words would reach your ears.
Celine pulls her close, awkwardly hugging her through her seatbelt for a moment before pulling away.
"Why don't you come stay with me for a bit?" Celine asks. "Come to my place and we can put on a movie and relax."
"Really?" Yvonne's eyes light up.
"Yeah. I know that'll cheer you up," Celine smiles.
Yvonne heartily nods. "Thank you..."
...
Yvonne gets out after Celine, and you wave a slow goodbye to the two of them as they walk away.
Well, shit. I guess my experiment utterly failed.
You check the time as you pull out and drive away.
I'll have to make it up to them somehow. But that can wait.
...
You sit back in your bedroom, realizing that now that your night had ended earlier than expected, you still have some time to burn.
And because of that whole fiasco... I'm feeling a little tense.
You scroll through your phone and ring Janet, grinning as you recall the images of her delicious body.
Hmm... she didn't pick up...
You try two more times, letting the monotonous ringing sound play out until the beep each time.
Huh. Strange. Well, there's someone else I could try...
Me: Wanna come over and hang out?
Aria: sure :)
whats the plan?
Me: Well...
Aria: ???
Me: let's just say...
you're gonna be sleeping here tonight...
...
"So..." Aria says as she plops down on your bed, wearing jean shorts and a fitting red top that was tied at the back.
"So?"
"Are you gonna make good on that offer?" She asks, lowering her tone and making it clear exactly what she wanted.
"Ah..." You say, pretending to have forgotten about your text. "I will. But first... why don't you help warm me up...?" You let out as you sit down at the head of the bed. She crawls toward you on her hands and knees, keeping her ass propped up into the air. She parts her lips, seductively licking her lips as she eyes the growing bulge in your pants. Her hands reach for your belt and undo it, and she giddily pulls down your pants.
She strokes you, feeling the familiar warmth twitch in her hand as she pushes you to full size. You lay back and close your eyes, preparing yourself for the wonderful treatment she was about to give you.
Her tongue flits across your head, making you shudder. She smiles, loving the way she could make you twitch and tingle at her delicate touch. She lowers herself down again, now straddling your legs and leaning over to take your first few inches into her wet lips.
She sensually drags her lips up, sliding her tongue along the base of your tip before pushing back down again. Your hand moves to the back of her head and encourages her to go deeper, and she happily obliges, as she suddenly dives down and takes nearly all of you into her practiced throat.
You squeeze her hair at the unexpectedly divine pleasure, and your breathing shallows as she begins to rapidly push and pull your cock from her throat while her soft lips wrapped around your shaft.
"Fuck... how'd you learn to do that..." You groan out. She begins to pull away, but you keep your hand on her head.
"No, don't speak. Just keep going," you request. Her earrings dangle and bounce around as she bobs her head up and down, while her soft hair rests beneath your fingers.
"Shit, I'm already getting close..." You groan out.
She increases her pace, wanting to give you a powerful first orgasm.
"No, not yet," you say, gently pulling her up. "I want to save all of this... for you..."
Her eyes momentarily glaze over with lust as you utter those words, and she starts to reach for the knot at the back, but you hold out your hand.
"Let me."
She bites her lip and nods, and you reach back and pull the knot loose, letting her top fall free. Her bra quickly follows, and you're left admiring her chest.
You hungrily lick your lips, but as you're about to dive in, she puts her hand out.
"Don't be too rough," she softly says. "I'm in the mood for something a little gentler than usual tonight."
You nod, barely listening as you eye her gorgeous figure and slowly get on top of her, stripping her shorts and spreading her legs. You lean into her embrace as you align yourself with her, and you gently push in, evoking a series of moans from her as her hands come to rest on your back.
You slowly thrust back and forth, letting her tightness grip you as you push in.
"Yes... just like that," she says, sighing in contentment.
You continue at the same pace, letting your hands roam over her breasts and squeeze them.
"Ah... this is just what I needed..." You groan out. "But... I could use a little more..." You grin.
"Huh? What do you-OH!" She yelps as you slam your hips into her, feeling a new wave of euphoria pound through you as you shove yourself deep inside her. You quickly pull out and do it again, moaning as you feel her wet heat.
Her mouth hangs open, but no words come out, and she nearly freezes in place as you continue to ravish her.
"Wai...Wait..." She mutters, panting harshly as you pound her.
"I'm not... rea-" You push your lips onto hers, cutting her off while your overloaded brain struggles to process what she almost said.
"No... stop... STOP!!" She finally pushes away and nearly shoves you off of her. You stumble back, nearly crashing into the bedframe as you land on the mattress.
"Aria!"
"What the... WHY!? I said I didn't want that tonight!" She yelps.
"Aria..." You blink a few times, trying to adjust and pull yourself away from your lust. "I'm... so sorry... I... didn't even think..." You admit, regretting your selfishness.
She covers her body, suddenly feeling vulnerable. She looks away from your eye contact.
"Aria, I'm so fucking sorry. Please... I never meant to push you like that," you genuinely say, feeling the fear emanating from her as you approach her.
"I know... I know you didn't mean to. Just..." She takes a shaky breath. "That... scared me."
You reach out and gently hold her hands, rubbing your thumb over her palm.
"We can end this here if you want," you reassure her.
She shakes her head after a moment. "No. I... want to continue."
"Really?"
She nods. "But... I want to be on top, if that's ok with you," she continues.
You sigh in relief, seeing that she wasn't too shaken up by what had happened.
"Of course. You know I love seeing you like that," you wink, making her grin. "Are you ready now? We can... get back into it..." You beckon to the bed.
...
"Ah... fuck~..."
She groans as she grinds her hips back and forth, giving you a whirlwind of pleasure. Her fingers intertwine with yours as she uses your hands for support, and you gladly let her ride you at her own pace.
"...mmm... i'm getting close now..." She whispers, closing her eyes and biting her lip as she boosts her pace a little.
Your phone rings from beside you, and you roll your eyes at the timing.
"You can answer it..." she says.
"What? But..." Your voice trails off as you see the mischievous look on her face. "Ohh, I see. You want me to take the call anyway... Well, challenge accepted."
You accept the call and hold the phone up to your ear with one hand while the other rests on Aria's bouncing butt.
"Hey..." A tired voice comes from the other side.
"Tina! How are... you?" You pause as an extra-sharp jolt of pleasure forces you to stifle back a groan.
"...not great," she mutters.
"Huh? What happened?" You ask.
"...can you come over tonight? I'm feeling... really lonely," she mutters the last few words so quietly you barely heard them.
"Oh..."
"What's she asking?" Aria mouths out, questioning your reaction. You quickly mute the call and tell her.
"She wants me to come over."
"Noo, don't leave me," Aria whines, pouting. "Not so soon..."
You unmute the call. "Sorry, Tina, I don't think I can make it tonight."
"..."
Aria increases her pace as she approaches her orgasm, and the bed starts gently rocking.
"...but..." Tina's frail voice finally becomes apparent again from the other side. "... you promised you'd... be there for me..."
Aria throws her head back and groans as she cums, and you fumble to mute the call.
"Wait, what was that sound?" Tina asks.
"Oh, uh... I gotta go, Tina. Talk to you later? Bye!"
You hang up before she answers, embarrassed by the prospect of almost being caught. You toss your phone aside to put your hands where they wanted to be, on Aria's jiggling thighs and ass.
...
Tina pulls her phone from her ear, double-checking to ensure you had really hung up.
She sets her phone down and silently thinks to herself, grimacing as she feels the weight of her thoughts threatening to suffocate her. After a minute, she slowly stands up and drags herself to her living room, where she grabs as many pillows as she can hold and walks back upstairs to her bed. where she lays them out in a column.
She crawls under her blankets and clutches the makeshift body pillow, trying to feel some warmth from the cold, scratchy fabric.
And as she eventually finds a way to drift off to sleep, a small tear finds its way out and slowly traces down her cheek until it falls onto the pillow below.
...
Kyedae's expression tightens into a forceful grimace as she reads over the words on her screen, scrolling faster and faster through Leslie's texts as she reads a second-by-second description of what had happened, and what you had done.
That fucking asshole.
She almost surprises herself with the thought, but she sticks with it, not letting her sympathy for you cloud her judgment.
I thought he was different. I really thought he was any fucking different.
He can't get away with this. He thinks he can just push her to the side because she's not his girl anymore? No fucking way.
Not on my watch.
...
"Mmm... I'm tired..." Aria says, cooing as you pull the blanket over her.
"Sleep now, beautiful," you say. Being on top had drained her quickly, and she soon slips into a drowsy state as you run your fingers through her hair.
If only I could sleep now - too bad it's only midnight. There's no way I'll fall asleep now if I tried.
And honestly...
You look over at Aria's nude body, and you stiffen once more underneath the blankets.
I'm kinda craving another round. I'm sure someone else is up at this time...
Right as you pull out your phone, a new notification appears at the top, drawing your attention.
Miyoung: Can we talk?
Hmm, that's a little cryptic. I'm... not really in the mood for that right now.
Instead, you consider texting Janet once more, but you stop yourself.
Ah, shit. She's been trying to sleep earlier, hasn't she? I probably shouldn't keep her awake any longer...
Instead, you text Poki, asking if she was down for a late-night quickie.
I could probably go ask her in person - she's just in the other room...
You prepare to stand up, but you sink back down as you see her instant response.
Poki: streaming soon, sorry <3
Hmm, how about Rae?
You text Rae as well, but you don't get any response in the next few minutes.
Don't tell me she's sleeping at midnight too...
You put down your phone, resigning yourself to not getting your final release of the night.
Well, I could just masturbate... but I haven't had to do that in ages. I wonder how long I'll be able to keep that streak up...
You know what? Maybe I should get a drink. If sex is off the table, alcohol is the next best thing...
You slip out of bed and walk downstairs shirtless. You look through the fridge and nearly gasp as you see the lack of contents.
Wha... What happened to all the alcohol? Dammit... And I was already imagining how nice a whiskey would feel...
Fuck. Well, I'm already up. Might as well take a visit to the nearby bar.
Deciding that you were too deep into your endeavor for alcohol to back out now, you slip on a shirt and coat, then head out to your car.
Just a few drinks. Then I'll be right back home.
...
Miyoung slowly swivels in her chair as she sits in her dimly lit bedroom, grateful for the complete silence. Her thumb gently rubs the wooden frame in her hands as she looks down at the picture inside, showcasing the smiling faces of some of the people she was so grateful to call her friends.
But this time, she couldn't focus on the smiles or the breathtaking view where the picture had been taken.
Instead, all she saw was herself. And Toast to her right. And you to her left. Both of you had one hand loosely held around her back.
She leans back in her chair and closes her eyes as she clutches the picture to her chest.
She mutters to herself as she pulls the framed photo back in view, knowing it was wrong to be thinking the thoughts that were passing through her head, but finding them hard to push away.
The light from her phone illuminates the darkened room, and she groans.
What's the point of Do Not Disturb if people can still text me...
Her thought trails off as she reads and rereads the message.
Toast: are you ok?
i know you said you wanted your space
but i just wanted to check up on you
call me if you ever want to talk
i'm always here
Miyoung takes a shaky breath and clutches her phone in her hand.
"...fuck..."
...
As you finish your first glass of whiskey, you finally lean back and relax, feeling a familiar, pleasant buzz overtake you.
Fuck, that's so good.
Ignoring the buzz of conversation and light music playing around you, you focus on the smooth taste of the liquid.
...
You empty your refill almost as quickly as it gets poured, and you quickly move on to a third.
Eh, no harm in splurging a little...
"Excuse me?" A feminine voice says from behind you. You swivel around in your bar chair and slowly eye the woman standing in front of you. She couldn't have been a day over 22, and she wore a low-cut black top that flowed down into a revealing mini-skirt and thigh-highs. Her impeccable beauty instantly drew you to her, and her well-endowed features gave you a pleasant eyeful.
"Are you... a streamer?" She hesitantly asks, seeming more sure of her guess by the second.
You nod, smiling as she excitedly gasps.
"Wow! I thought I recognized you! Wait... are you with anyone?" She asks, looking around.
"Nope! Just me today," you respond, taking another swig.
"Oh. In that case... um... do you want to hang out?"
"...huh?" You ask, taken aback.
"Sorry if that's weird... but you're here alone, I'm here alone, and you seem really fun, at least from what I know of you. So... if you don't have any other plans... could I be your drinking buddy?" She asks.
Her earnestness surprises you, and you agree, seeing no reason to reject her.
She seems really genuine. Not even asking for an autograph or a picture. Just... a conversation.
"What's your name?" You start.
...
"Oh my! Tell me more!" She giggles, getting tipsy from the small sips she had taken from her vodka throughout your conversation.
You laugh along, loving the sound of her pure laughter. Her cheerful attentiveness to you was refreshing, and you felt yourself wanting to be around her even longer.
"You know... it's getting a little loud in here. Want to go to the back?" She leans closer and asks.
"Is there a place to sit?" You ask.
She nods and stands up, guiding you towards the hidden seats in the back room of the bar.
...
"Ah. Finally," she says, settling back after finding the further. You sit across from her.
"This is a good find," you say as you look around, taking another sip of your drink, despite how drunk you knew you would be getting soon.
"I'd say the same about you," she effortlessly quips back, making you freeze mid-sip. She giggles at your reaction and puts her hand on your arm for a moment before removing it.
"Come on, you're just flattering me..."
"Nope! I only speak the truth..." She says. "And the truth is... you're really cool. You may be a celebrity, but you feel like just a regular guy. An amazing, handsome, kind, regular guy," she corrects herself, grinning.
Her bubbly compliments boost your ego to new heights, and you can't help but reciprocate.
"Well, you're amazing too. It's not every day I get someone who just wants to talk. Not an autograph or a picture, just... some chatting and drinking. Makes me feel like a real person," you say, letting your hand briefly come to rest on her thigh.
You don't notice the slight shiver that passes through her body as your fingers momentarily drag across the skin of her thigh before pulling away.
"I get what you mean. Being someone as famous as you would definitely make it hard to talk normally with strangers like this..." This time, she returns the favor, placing her hand on your leg. You barely notice, but as she slides her hand inward, you nearly gasp as her warm fingers brush your sensitive inner thigh.
"Yeah... it must be really hard..." She repeats, with a slight smirk on her face as she makes the innuendo clear.
You don't make a move to stop her, and as she almost reaches your now-hardening bulge, she bites her lip.
"You know..." She seductively whispers, leaning in. "There are rumors online... about you. About... this," she says, finally making contact with your clothed member and gently stroking it. "Are they true?"
You gulp, loving every blissful second of the attention this gorgeous girl was giving you.
"There's one way to find out..."
...
"Oh, FUCK~~!" She yells as your finger reaches her clit while you capture her lips once more. You quickly strip off her top, revealing her fresh, perky breasts. You toss it behind you onto the front seat of your car, and she quickly strips down her skirt, revealing what you'd been craving.
"Fuck, I can't believe you're so big," she groans as she continues stroking you, admiring your shape and size. She lays back on the backseat and spreads her legs, letting you align yourself and push in.
"Ahhh... yes..." You groan out, blessed by the feeling of her euphorically tight core.
She squeals and wraps her hands around your neck, pulling you in for a kiss as you begin thrusting into her with both hands on her thighs.
...
"Fuck... I'm gonna cum..." She groans out, turning red from the effort as she tries to match your relentless thrusts. The entire car shakes from the pounding of your body against hers, but neither of you cares.
"Me too..." You say, relishing what you knew would be your last few moments inside her.
"Inside me. I'm safe," she says.
You plunge your shaft into her for the final time and burst, nearly gasping at the instant intensity of your orgasm. Her tight walls milk you completely, and both of you become groaning messes as you push through your ecstatic high.
And all at once, your drunken exhaustion finally hits you, making you pass out in a matter of seconds.
"Hey! Are you ok?" She yelps.
She nudges you as your head lays on top of her breasts, but you don't budge.
She smiles at your cute expression. She starts to move out from underneath you, but she stops as an idea pops into her head.
She reaches down for her purse and pulls out her phone, ensuring you were still buried inside her.
With great effort, she holds your body up and snaps a few pictures of your intertwined bodies, making sure to angle them just right to hide her face and both of your private parts while making it obvious what had happened.
She finally pulls out and lays you back on the seat, then awkwardly puts her clothes back on and steps out.
...
As she waits for her Uber to arrive, she prepares the Twitter caption to go along with the series of photos she had prepared:
Guess who I just pulled? @pokimanelol @QuarterJade
Smiling contently, she publishes the tweet and slips her phone into her pocket.