Just then, Corrine came out in street clothes, her makeup freshly scrubbed off, which let her light freckles show through. She came up to me, and as she leaned as in to speak into my ear, she surreptitiously shoved her hand in the pocket of my jacket. “These are fucking soaked through because of you, god dammit, so I’m sending you home with them.”
She made a show of hugging me and giving me a peck on the cheek, and I said “That’s funny,” loudly as she walked away to cover.
“I thought you’d appreciate that,” she called out over her shoulder as she walked back to the dressing room.
Debbie looked at me semi-inquisitively as she loaded up a rack of glasses, but I waved it off like it wasn’t that important, which thankfully she bought. Mercifully, Jolie shortly appeared with her duffel bag, and we took off on the very short drive home.
“Hey, you know I don’t care, but how much money did you give Corrine?” she asked as we walked in the door.
“Uh, nothing. When I offered, she said you had already paid and waved me off.”
She looked at me pointedly as she set her bag down. “I paid her for one dance. She was dancing for you for like 3 1/2 songs.” She smirked, walking up to me. “I guess she just really likes teasing you.” She craned up and kissed me, snaking her tongue into my mouth, clearly in the mood.
“I guess so,” I replied, grabbing a handful of her ass as I used the other arm to pull her lower back into me. We made out for a few moments, when I pulled away. “Hey, I have to go use the bathroom really quickly, give me a moment.”
“Okay, I’ll be in the bedroom,” she smirked. As I rounded into the hall of our apartment, she added “Naked.”
I smiled back at her, then walked into the bathroom and relieved myself. I was getting turned on thinking about going back into the bedroom and railing Jolie. As I finished, my arm brushed against my left pocket, and I remembered Corrine sticking the underwear in my coat. I reached in, and pulled out a nearly sodden g-string. I hadn’t realized when she thrust it into my coat, but I could have nearly wrung it out, it was so soaked. I brought it up to my nose, and the smell of arousal was overwhelming. I was instantly hard, and I cautiously stuck my tongue out to taste the cotton. It was sweet, pungent, and I felt myself shiver and turn to granite at the flavor. I shook my head, and then quickly shucked my clothes, turning around and striding right into the bedroom.
Jolie was indeed naked, sitting on the edge of the bed as I walked in. She took one look at my form and erection before saying “Ooh, somebody’s excited.”
Instead of answering her, I strode over, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her into a kiss, which she returned with absolute fury. I palmed her breast somewhat roughly as she groaned into my mouth, and as I snaked my hand down to the junction between her legs, I felt her juices already flowing enough that I was able to smoothly push two fingers into her with relative ease. She groaned into my mouth, and I fingered her steadily for a few glorious moments as we made out. Usually, she needed a good amount of foreplay to open up, so I was surprised when she wrapped her legs around my hips, pulled herself up against me, reached down, and notched my head in between her lips, urging me inside with all of her limbs.
We screwed against each other violently, furiously, with no grace or romance. From about the third stroke on, we were clapping our hips, pushing back at each other so hard I was worried I might bruise her. I pulled her hair as I used my other arm to wrap around her lower back and slam her down into my hips. Quickly, she was clamping around me, a small rush of fluid escaping her snatch. I instinctively slowed as she shook, but she instead spurred me on, still having aftershocks from her orgasm as she pushed against me. We kept going, somehow picking up speed. Short, staccato barks clued me in that she was climbing again. I resisted the urge to change positions or do anything else, lest I dampen the frenzy. Finally, after perhaps another minute, I felt her flood again as she keened a loud scream, her head back, and it was all too much for me to handle as I erupted inside her.
We stayed in that position, me standing with my knees leaning against the bed, cradling her as she came down, still trembling, for a good minute. As she moved to signal me she was able to support herself, she reached her hand up to my face, pulling me in for a desperate kiss. As we drew apart she said “Goddamn baby, what got into you?”
“Me?”
“Hey, don’t get me wrong, obviously I liked it, but that was…shit, whatever it was, do it again!”
I wasn’t sure what to say, but as she looked up at me, I knew that I wasn’t good at lying in general, especially to her. She tilted her head and looked in my eyes intently. “Did Corrine turn you on that much?”
I hesitated for a moment, but as I looked at her, it all came spilling out. The intimacy of the dance. The talk about sucking my cock. And finally, the panties that were still in my jacket pocket in the bathroom. I was worried she might be a bit off put, or not jealous per se, but perhaps uncomfortable. Instead, she leaned over and kissed me, then pushed me flat on the bed. She started sucking my softened dick furiously until I got hard again, then swung her leg over and mounted me with no preliminaries. We crashed into each other hard, crazily colliding as we pushed into each other wordlessly. When she looked down into my eyes, she had nothing on her face but pure lust, and any fear evaporated as we clawed at each other.
*The Big Night*
In the week between the conversation and our planned dinner with them, we’d talked through everything we could think of. After all the back and forth, we basically agreed, we were ready.
They came over on a Sunday night, and we’d had dinner and were working on a bottle of white wine as the discussion got flirty. We were all loosening up a bit, I suppose, or more specifically Jolie and I were probably getting a bit more excited and having some anticipation as we realized we were actually going to do this. Ron asked Jolie if they could talk somewhere private as he thought we should each have a bit of time with each other before things got intimate. She agreed, and took him into the spare bedroom/office in our place.
Corrine fixed me with an interesting gaze, almost like she was studying me for a paper. “So, how are you feeling about all of this?” she asked.
“Honestly, I’m good. I want to make sure she enjoys herself, but it, well, I think it’s probably going to be fun.”
“Trust me, Ron is the perfect man for her first time. He’s an amazing lover and he’ll do everything he can to make her comfortable.”
“That’s good.”
“You nervous?” she said with a smirk.
“Should I be?” I asked sincerely.
“Well, it depends on the subject, but probably not.”
“Look, I don’t know how we’re going to feel afterwards. But as for now, I don’t really think so. It’ll be different, obviously, since I haven’t had sex with anyone but her for about 3 1/2 years, but other than that, I mean…”
“That’s fair. We just wanted to talk to you individually to feel things out. She’s a little more talkative than you, and I particularly wanted to make sure both of you were on the same level about this.”
“No, that’s fair. I’m not as chatty as she is, but I’m definitely into this. I think you saw the way I reacted to you during that one evening you danced for me.”
She smiled at the memory. “Yeah, I got way more turned on than normal when we were close to each other. Plus she thanked me for the aftermath.”
I felt myself pink up a bit, and she smiled. “So tell me about what you like in bed, Mark.”
“I’m probably pretty vanilla, overall. I like oral, although I’m definitely a fan of giving a bit more than receiving. I’m open minded, but I’m not really into anything too painful, and nothing involving pee or shit.”
“Me either,” she replied. “I really love giving blow jobs and I’ve been told I’m absolutely fantastic at them. I like getting my pussy licked, but I’m even more a fan of fingering my g-spot, it makes me able to cum so hard later on. I don’t mind if you want to cum on my tits or whatever, but I usually don’t like it in my mouth, just because my gag reflex is tricky, believe me I’ve tried but I just can’t get past it. I occasionally like a little butt play, but I have to be in the mood. Oh, and obviously, we have to use protection during this. Are you good with all of that?”
“Of course.”
“She said you have a very interesting penis,” she said matter of factly.
“Well, I mean it’s a decent size, but yeah, it kind of curves upward. Reverse cowgirl is not my friend.”
She giggled. “I’m not a big fan anyway, so no big deal. I know she’s a little nervous because you’re the only one she ever slept with. How about you?”
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