Enemies with benefits

Nicole didn't have to wait long for Tom to contact her. Only a few days later she received a text from a new number that was just her panties from the afterparty laid out on a bed. "Give them back." She replied bluntly. "Come and get them" He answered, with another image of them dangling from his hard cock like a lewd flagpole. Seeing that hard dick again Nicole couldn’t resist the joke or the offer. “Ew you’re wearing them? Gross.” She quipped with a private smile. “Panties this small could only fit on someone with a skinny ass like yours.” He shot back after a minutes pause, a minute that Nicole imagined he spent thinking hard to come up with a comeback. "So you have been trying them on? Fine, I'll come get them." She finished the short exchange with a shiver of excitement and she couldn't keep the smile off her face when Tom sent her his address.

Nicole knocked on the door with her heart pounding in her chest. After what seemed like an eternity it creaked open and she was face to face with Tom again. "Panties." She stated as calmly as she could, holding her palm out flat in front of him and doing her best to keep it from trembling. With an infuriatingly handsome smile he fished them out of his back pocket and held them just above her outstretched hand. When Nicole moved to grab them Tom suddenly whisked them up over his head, just out of her reach. When she jumped to grab them he moved them up again and stepped backwards into the room, using her dangling panties like bait to reel her in. But Nicole knew exactly what he was doing so she took matters into her own hands, throwing herself at him and wrapping her legs around his waist. Instinctively Tom moved to catch her with his free hand, lowering his guard just long enough for Nicole to snatch her underwear from his grip. "I told you I’d get them back. I win." She said with a grin and moved to lower herself off him, but Toms strong hand on her ass stopped her. "And I told you I’d touch your cute butt. I win." He replied, riling up Nicoles competitive side once more. "Best two out of three." She growled, before she wrapped her arms around his neck and did her best to slam her crotch on to his. With Nicole writhing against him Tom was almost pushed backwards the rest of the way to his bedroom. Half an hour later Nicole re-emerged with her hair a mess and two pairs of her underwear, both now dirty, tucked into her pockets. She strode proudly out of his apartment, already awaiting a rematch.

Afterwards Nicole became a regular visitor, sometimes answering a challenge from Tom, sometimes coming to get a fix of her own volition. She always fucked him the same way, taking charge, getting on top of him, almost dominating him really. She was very proud that, despite her inexperience in comparison to him, she was able to make him finish first nearly every time. Although Nicole teased Tom that her pussy was simply too tight for him to handle part of her suspected the real reason she could make him cum so quickly was that he wasn’t used to a girl taking charge. With his usual conquests Tom was used to being in complete control with the girl along for the ride, more than willing to lie back and allow him to slam his huge prick into them at his own pace. On the rare occasions were Tom was able to get the better of her, either because she got too cocky or just too turned on, she allowed him to take certain liberties. She would hand him the reins for the rest of their encounter, allowing him to control how he fucked her and where he came. She would even be a good girl for him, getting down on her knees and taking his seed on her face, so long as he remembered that next time they would be back on an even field again.

When they texted they kept that same competitive and sexual energy. After Tom had threatened to break her pussy Nicole sent him a text the next day of her own, spreading it with her ring and index fingers, captioned: "get your tool checked, not broken at all." He sent her another dick pic assuring her his tool was fine and that he could work her over again right now if she wanted him to prove it. An argument in text or in person would almost always spiral into hatefucking sooner or later. Sometimes she’d even try to keep arguing as they fucked, spitting insults and barbs at him between kisses and moans. She distinctly remembered one of the most erotic moments of her life came after Tom had been his typical misogynist self, implying that all women secretly wanted to be held down and fucked. As he pounded his big cock into her she locked eyes with him and shouted “Just because I’m a cock loving slut doesn’t mean all women are.” Those words so carelessly spoken pushed Tom over the edge and his dick burst inside her, pumping her pussy with so much cum that she could feel it flooding out his condom. That combined with the realization of what exactly she just said made her cum too, her body greedily milking his balls dry as her pussy spasmed on his cock. She still hated Tom, but she loved the sex and somehow she was able to make that separation in her mind. If other people could separate the art from the artist, she could separate the dick from the dickhead. But she knew you would never see it that way, so she kept the whole affair to herself.

You never did figure out what happened between them at the party but Nicole and Toms relationship seemed to become even worse. They still bickered just as much as before except now they would often take it somewhere private, and they’d always return red faced like they’d been yelling intensely. Nicoles voice would often be hoarse afterwards but she always looked smug and satisfied when she came back so you guess she always got the best of him. To be honest, you were too busy being head over heels for Miranda to really devote her or Tom much thought. Thankfully Nicole seemed busy too so you didn't feel like you were neglecting her. It seemed that after the afterparty she would have plans three or four nights a week. You teased her about maybe having a secret boyfriend but she assured you that it was definitely not that.

Nicole was true to her rules with Tom. She certainly wasn't his girlfriend, but considering the way she interacted with him the term mistress applied in more ways than one. When he had finished first and she **** him to pleasure her, licking her freshly fucked pussy or kissing her neck while his fingers moved inside her, the title "mistress" certainly felt apt. She even considered investing in some bondage gear like some latex, a paddle or maybe even a riding crop, but ultimately she decided Tom wasn't worth the extra effort. To her he really was still just a dildo, like Sarah had called him that night. A sex toy that Nicole would discard once she found a man who could fuck and argue with her like Tom, whilst also having a bearable personality. Until then, however, she was more than happy to play with her toy.