Bea, and she has a goal

The evolution of my little group was fun to watch. By the time I came out of the room in the middle of the morning, little groups had formed all over the place. Julia and Mindy were together in front of a computer screen, discussing something that had to do with law. I think Julia was helping Mindy with some of her research. Rachel was braiding Angela's hair, and the two blondes were smiling sweetly and talking about their families. Rayanne, Jade, April and Sandra were sitting at the kitchen table talking current events and politics while Shauna, Crystal and Jenna were on the couch talking movies. It had probably started as a discussion about what to watch but had become a conversation about favorite stars and celebrities. With Inez in the hallway stewing in horniness, Olivia in the shower and Misty letting my seed soak into her womb, that left...

Where was Beatrice?

I peeked around a few corners and finally found Bea in my spare room/office. Her back was to the door and she was doing yoga on a mat she had brought. I quietly observed her for a few minutes, loving the way her yoga pants shaped her ass. Despite being petite, Bea wasn't stick thin. Her legs and arms showed some obvious muscle tone. Her breasts were small, but on her frame they were proportionally perfect. She had her hair up in a partial messy bun, so I could see her long neck, taut with strain as she held a position. Not wishing to disturb her (and not ready to take on another girl yet), I slipped away from the doorway and went to the kitchen. I had worked up more of an appetite with Misty, so I snacked on a few things in the fridge.

After a few more minutes, Olivia came out of my bedroom, showered and dressed. She went to Mindy and tapped her on the shoulder to tell her the shower was available. Mindy nodded in understanding but didn't get up. Realizing I could probably use a wash, I went over to Mindy and Julia and asked Mindy if I could go before her. She waved me off with a disinterested, “Sure, whatever.”

I took a long, warm shower, scrubbing myself more thoroughly than I had the chance to the day before, when Angela was with me. Afterwards, I shaved, got dressed, and tried to figure out what to do next. I think in my mind, I had partly expected that the whole weekend I would be in some sort of sexual team-up. But that was unrealistic. Even five times a day for an hour each time left me over 10 waking hours to fill. Figuring I probably had a few hours before my next romp, and not wanting to disturb the flow of conversations in the apartment, I got my laptop and began watching a movie I had been wanting to see. Shortly after I started, Mindy walked in for her shower. Taking off her robe, she walked naked past me, confident and uncaring. After her shower, she walked out and dried off in front of me, then got dressed.

“Just making sure you don't forget what this body is capable of,” she mentioned, noticing I was glancing over.

“I could never forget what your body does to me,” I stated, earning a smile from Mindy. Dressed and clean, she gathered her stuff and left, while I stayed in the room and watched my movie.

It was a two hour movie, and when there were only 15 minutes left I heard a knock on my door. Before I could respond, the door opened. Bea stepped in then closed and locked the door behind her. She was still in her yoga outfit and moved with feline agility and softness. Without a word, she joined me on the bed, smiling like she had a secret. But once she saw the movie, she dropped her smile and uttered an “Oh!” of surprise. Then with a shrug, she settled in and watched the rest of the movie with me.

As the credits rolled, Bea said, “I don't get it.”

“Yeah,” I answered, “you kind of had to see the whole thing.”

“Whatever. Maybe another time.”

“Why did you act surprised when you got here?” I asked.

“Because I just kind of assumed you were watching something else,” she explained. Then, grabbing my computer, she turned it away from me and started clicking around. Turning it back, I saw she had pulled up a porn video. A porn video I had watched before. A porn video with an Asian woman fucking the brains out of a white guy.

“I assumed it would be something like this,” she smirked. “But apparently I was just here at the wrong time. Maybe if I had shown up..." she pulled up my browser history and scrolled down, "two weeks ago on Tuesday, it would have been this.”

“I'm not going to pretend I'm ashamed,” I said.

“I'm not trying to shame you,” she said. And with that, she slid her hand into my shorts and started lightly rubbing my cock. Even with the video and her hand, I didn't get hard at first. This was why I wanted Bea and Inez on day three. I knew that, even with all the excitement, I would be getting tired near the end. Their personas were going to be more aggressive.

“You've been getting some action this weekend,” Bea stated. Along with Sandra and Inez, Bea was able to notice that I was bedding all these women. The others were mostly oblivious.

“You've noticed?” I asked, my voice cracking a little as her nimble fingers wrapped around my soft member and began milking it to hardness.

“Hard not to,” she replied. “I've heard a number of satisfied women cumming when they were back here with you.”

“Well, I like for my ladies to be satisfied.”

“Hmm. Is that so?” With a smooth motion, Bea started pulling down my shorts. I lifted up my butt so she could get them all the way off. My dick was mostly hard. Once I was naked from the waist down, Bea started licking my cock. It jumped in response, then quickly went fully hard. Bea giggled at that response, then lifted my rod and took it all the way into her mouth. All the way. To the root. In one motion. She pulled back up after a few seconds and gasped, trails of saliva stretching out and connecting us.

After a few minutes of slowly sucking on my cock, which just so happened to be what was happening in the video, Bea took a break. Slowly working my rod with her hand, she began kissing along my jawline. “But you know,” she said between kisses, “for all the girls I've heard shouting in this room, I haven't really heard you shouting. That tells me you've been wasting your energies on inferior women.”

“Well, I wouldn't say-”

She stopped me with a kiss on the mouth, then a long lick of my lips with the tip of her tongue.

“Inferior... women,” she repeated. “So let me tell you what's about to happen.” But before she could explain, she went back to my cock and gagged herself three times quickly, then sucked my rod clean. “I'm going to make you shout,” she said. “I'm going to fuck you so hard, so right, that you won't be able to help it. You're going to cry out and they'll all hear it and know that I am the best you've ever had.”

“I'm not really one to compare the- Guh!” I was stopped by my cock's sudden journey into Bea's throat. She held me deep, her nose against my thin pubic hair. She started gagging a little but held me there nonetheless. Pulling up with a big gasp and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she repeated, “The best... you've ever... had.” With that, she pulled off her sports bra, letting her B-cup breasts bounce.

Bea was naturally competitive, I had picked up on that already. She was driven to succeed in whatever she did. It was easy to add to her personality the drive to excel all other women sexually. Having soaked my cock in her spit, she crouched down and rubbed the whole length of her body up against the underside of my cock. It slipped along her face, past her neck, through the valley between her breasts, and ended between her legs. She repeated this full body rub a few more times, always getting my cock nice and wet first.

Then, readjusting her position, she pressed her tits together and made a small channel for my cock to go through. Moving her chest slowly up and down, she gave me a languid titjob. She would pause every 30 seconds or so to relubricate my cock by forcing it down her throat. Her eyes were teary from gagging, but she went back to it again and again. It was so sexy, the way she was passionately throwing her body at me, heedless of her own comfort.

The video had long since ended. A new one had started up, but I didn't care. I reached over and shut the lid. I was tempted to shove the whole thing off the bed and out of our way, but a small sliver of good sense had not yet been replaced by lust. I managed to get my laptop onto the nightstand.

Bea used that disruption to transition to the next phase. Standing up, she shimmied her yoga pants down and off. There was a noticeable wet patch in between the legs of the gray fabric. “Where do you keep your condoms?” she asked huskily, crawling onto the bed and looking down at me.

“I... I don't,” I lied.

“I don't fuck without one,” she said, her face showing the first hint of doubt.

“Then you'd be the only one to use one this week. If you even have one on you. If not, then maybe you could just finish sucking me off?”

I knew Bea wouldn't settle for that. She wanted to be the best. And here she was, facing the possibility of being outdone simply because she was unwilling to go bare. She straightened up, kneeling next to me on the bed. I watched the brief internal debate play out on her face. She couldn't mask her indecision and fear. But then it suddenly resolved and her confidence returned.

“Well, then... this just got even more exciting,” she declared. “I've never had a bare cock inside me. You'll be the first to ever really feel the inside of this pussy. Isn't that hot?” Getting on her hands and knees again, she looked down at me like a predator about to devour a meal.

“It is so hot,” I agreed.

Bea swung a leg over my body then lowered herself down, touching our skin at every possible contact point. My stiffness was trapped between us, and Bea pressed down on it. She flicked her tongue at my lips, then pressed it into my mouth. With a rush of air escaping through my nose, I locked lips with her. Bea moaned and kissed and ran her hands along my body. I felt appreciated and lusted after. She knew what she was doing for sure. Even if it was all an act, I felt desired.

Bea took her time. Each phase of our time together was as long as it could be, building me up until I was restless with desire. She could sense when I was at my limit, and only then did she advance.

When our making out had gone on so long that I was nearing frustration, Bea's hand worked its way between us and started very slowly jerking me off. I wondered if she was planning to get me off this way, but I doubted it. She had to know that I would be disappointed in that. And sure enough, after only a few minutes of hand action, she moved her knees up around my abdomen and lifted her hips up enough that she could point my tool at her opening.

“Get ready to go where no one has gone before,” she whispered.