Cuddling, conversation, and another contender

I drift awake to find myself lying on my back with Bailey on top of me, arms wrapped around me, kissing my chest and rubbing her twat along my dick. I reach up and stroke her hair, and she purrs. “Hey, sleepyhead,” she murmurs.

“Hey, baby girl,” I murmur back. She slides up my body and gives me a long, lingering kiss. “How long was I out?”

“A couple hours,” Bailey answers softly. “Good nap. It will help you keep up with me tonight,” she adds with a smirk.

I tickle her neck, making her yelp and flinch away, then pull her face to mine and give her another long, slow kiss. She makes soft noises of contentment in her throat. “How are you feeling?” I ask.

Bailey stretches like a cat. “Amazing,” she says langorously. “I haven’t been fucked that well in—well, ever. To have that after a rough day at work, and then to be able to fall asleep in your arms, was more wonderful than I know how to say.”

“So that was what you wanted, then?” I ask, a little hesitantly. “I never did that with Rowan . . . I wasn’t really sure what I was doing, and then I thought I might have gotten carried away. I don’t really have a good feel for it—I don’t want you to feel demeaned, much less abused. I know you weren’t actually looking to be abused—I know too well what that looks like—but I was just feeling my way into what you do want. It was good, then?”

“Oh, Ben, you beautiful man,” Bailey says tenderly, a gentle smile on her face. “Yes, you were wonderful. You were reading me perfectly.” She kisses me softly, her tongue feathering over my lips.

“What do I want, baby?” Bailey continues. “I want a man to take charge and fuck me right. I think all of us do, each in our own way. It’s not that we want whips and chains or to be tied to the bed—well, some of us might think being tied to the bed sounds fun, we’d just like to try doing the tying, too—but . . . well, we’re tired of boys. The nice boys don’t know what they’re doing, they’re hesitant about what we want, they think they have to ask permission for everything, and we end up having to tell them what to do all the time. The bad boys don’t really know what they’re doing either, they just know how to take what they want, which most of the time leaves us having to get ourselves off later. None of them make us feel desired, or desirable—the nice boys don’t want us enough to overcome their anxiety about us, and the bad boys just want a pussy.

“But a man who wants me so badly he can’t help himself, he just has to take control and fuck my brains out—and wants to make me cum a bunch of times while he’s doing it, and knows how—that’s what I want. That’s what makes my teenage pussy dripping wet. If he happens to be hot, so much the better. And we all have always thought you’re sexy, and then Lily started telling stories, and we realized you’re the kind of man we all want to fuck. You’re the man of my sweet little kitty’s dreams. None of us quite had the nerve to try anything behind Lily’s back, and if Scarlett hadn’t worked up the courage, I’m not sure any of the rest of us would have ever said anything to her about it, but I know all of us have been dreaming about fucking you for years now.”

“All six of you? Really?” I ask. I don’t know why I would still feel the need for confirmation at this point, but I do.

Bailey responds with a lascivious smirk. “Not just six of us, Ben.” Her remark stuns me, and she giggles at my expression. “Oh, don’t worry, baby, I don’t mean Lily. She’s crazier than you probably realize, but she doesn’t swing that way. No, it’s been just the seven of us girls this year, but don’t forget the girls a year ahead of us who used to hang out with us—they were very much into those conversations. They just didn’t think to talk to Lily about it, or you might have had them after you last summer.

“In fact, isn’t Kira working for you now?” Bailey asks, her smirk grown positively triumphant.

“Yes . . . yes, she is,” I say slowly. Bailey’s right that the group of seven was a group of nine for a couple years before Kira McQuade and Shannon Baker graduated. Shannon went to college halfway across the country and isn’t coming back home this summer as far as I know, but Kira decided to transfer back home after her freshman year. Her mom found out this spring that my receptionist/scheduler was leaving in April and had Kira come in for an interview; to no one’s surprise but her own, she nailed it, and I hired her. “Are you saying Kira . . .”

“My poor, innocent Ben,” Bailey croons, looking extremely smug. She has slid back down my body and resumes twat-fucking me. “Yes, Kira wants you as much as anyone. In fact, she’s another of those girls who wants to be Lily’s stepmother. She said once that it ought to be her because at least she’s older than Lily.”

“Huh.”

Bailey sits up, raises up, and grabs my cock. “But enough about Kira,” she croons, then drops her hips to engulf my knob with her steamy pussy.

“Think about me instead.”