"Wow!" exclaimed Chrissy in bed that evening. "All under her desk?" She was shocked.
They lay next to each other, Chrissy gently stroking his cock, snuggled close to him. Kevin lay on his back, having retold the morning's story.
"Yeah. Yeah, it was really wild." They both spoke in hushed tones, worried about letting any more secrets spill, should their roommates be just outside the door.
Chrissy studied him. "But did you like it?"
"I... I did, yeah. I don't know, this bit of humiliation...? It really seems to get me going." Kevin looked at her seriously. "What about you? How are you feeling about this?"
"You mean, about you breaking the rule?" she asked him. Kevin nodded. "Well... my first thought is, like, 'Go Beth!' She's getting her pussy licked while closing deals. There's something about that, as a woman, I sort of have to cheer, you know? Like that there is a powerful woman."
Kevin laughed, glad Chrissy was joking around about it. "Yeah, totally. I mean she was wearing the pants the whole time."
"...until she wasn't," Chrissy added mischievously.
"That's true."
"And my second thought is- well, it's a little bit of jealousy. I mean... them sort of tempting us is one thing, but now we're entering into new territory. Like, the mental image of you going down on Beth... makes me a little jealous."
Kevin looked at her, concerned.
"But don't worry- because by far my biggest thought is... thank god."
"Thank god?"
"Yeah. I think I would have felt pretty guilty if I was the only one who broke The Rule today."
There was a beat as Kevin realized what she meant. "You mean you and Mark...?!"
She nodded, her face suddenly looking mischievous. "He asked for a massage of his own. But I was feeling a little guilty! I mean, I know it turns you on and everything, but... now that I know you've been breaking The Rule too, I feel a little relieved, if that makes sense."
"Sure, of course. So? What happened?"
Her voice was suddenly very seductive. "I was really naughty, Kevin. I was a real bad girlfriend. Are you sure you want to hear it?"
He felt his cock throbbing in her hand. "Yes, please, baby. I want to hear it."
"You sure you want to hear what a naughty girlfriend I was?"
"Yes... please baby, tell me!"
"All right, all right." She bit her lip as if thoughtful. "Where to begin..."
Kevin was quiet but his eyes were still pleading.
"Well, let's see. I was home, on the couch in the common room, reading. And he comes home from the gym. He comes in and he's wearing his baggy sweatpants, but no shirt, again. He sits down on the couch next to me, flashes me that smile, and turns on ESPN. Were both talking, just hanging out, the usual stuff. That's when he mentions how sore he was again today. So, I start thinking: oh, he wants to fool around. He wants me to get on top of him again. And of course I feel myself getting pretty excited at the idea.
"I asked him if it was his pecs again, and he told me no, today was leg day. His legs were feeling sore. He asked if I wouldn't mind rubbing them. And at first, I'm a little disappointed, you know? Legs are fine and all, but I was going to miss rubbing my hands all over his chest."
Kevin swallowed, feeling his heart start to race. He noted how much more open and specific Chrissy was about her attraction to Mark.
"So I shrug and say... okay, I can do that. I figured he'd come and lay down on the couch but he didn't. He says he'd prefer to stay standing so he can really stretch his legs as I do it. Now, I feel the heat in my face- I can kind of see where he's going with this. He wants me to be sitting in front of him, hands on his legs... so his dick would be right in my face.
"I said if he wanted to stay standing for a massage, that was fine by me, and I gestured for him to come over in front of me on the couch. He thanked me, got up and walked over. He stood right in front of me, and I slid forward on the couch so I could easily touch him. I reached out and gently started massaging one of his legs. Which, by the way, are insanely strong, of course. I hardly feel like I'm massaging him since they're so solid, but I try my best.
"Now, I can't help it- I'm looking up at him, and kind of just drinking him in. I was on top of him before, but now, I've got a front row seat to every one of those crazy defined ab muscles, that v shape he has around his stomach. And if his smell was strong last time, it was overpowering now.
"But most of all I couldn't help thinking about this was the exact view I would have if I was sucking his cock. As I rubbed one solid thigh and then the other, I kept looking up at him, at that view of his body, and all I could think about was how this is exactly the spot I'd be in. If his cock was in my mouth. If he was fucking my face."
Kevin shivered at the thought.
"I felt myself get soaked as I imagined it," she continued. "I couldn't help it, I looked up at him and asked, 'Does that feel good?' You know, real sweetly, In the exact same tone I'd use if I actually was sucking his cock.
"He nods, and reaches down, and strokes my hair. He tells me, 'You're making me feel so good, baby girl'. I kind of melt a bit at that. And I start to see- in his pants- just the start of a shape, his cock getting just a little harder. Not erect or anything, but just the start of something. And that makes me feel good, too, that I'm making Mark a little hard, that's getting super wet.
"Now, he keeps turning his head to see the TV, whatever game he was watching, but you know, he's facing me, on the couch. He's kind of making a big deal of it. So he looks down at me and says, 'I'd really love to keep watching this. Would you mind kneeling in front of me so I can face the TV?'
She paused and shared a significant look with Kevin.
He couldn't help but laugh despite his incredible arousal. "They're playing from the same playbook!"
"Right?" said Chrissy, dropping her seductive tone, excited Kevin saw it too. "It's like they're using the same moves on us!" Her seductive tone came back. "But, just like you, I couldn't say no at that point, you know? It's like, maybe if he had asked me to kneel in front of him as his first request, I would have had the self control. But now that he's slowly worked his way into this position, and I'm drinking in his smells, looking up at him...? Nothing would make me say no. I wanted nothing more than to be kneeling in front of him.
"So, of course, I said yes. Yes, I'd be happy to. He turns around, and I get up off the couch, and I move in front of him. I'm standing inches from him, looking up at him. I don't remember ever standing so close to him before, and it is such a reminder of how much bigger he is than me. I really have to crane my neck to look him in the eyes. I don't break eye contact as I slowly get on my knees. And this feels... well, it feels even more like a blowjob. I'm kind of getting lust drunk thinking about it, thinking about the imaginary blowjob. As if I can almost feel my mouth water for him, just as I rub his legs.
"Then he asked me the all important question: did I feel like his pants were getting in the way? He was happy to take them off if they did, of course. I just had to ask."
She paused for effect. "Did you?" asked Kevin, almost a whimper.
"Yeah, he didn't have to ask me to beg, I was basically begging for it then. His thumbs reached around his waistband, and slowly, carefully, right in front of my eyes, pulled them down and tossed them aside. He stood tall in front of me and I got to see... well. Everything."