A Ride Home

Jake sauntered down the stairs, a smirk on his face as he saw the three of us sitting there. "Ah, a little morning party?" he joked, eyes scanning each of us in turn.

I willed myself to stay calm, but my heart was hammering in my chest. Lily smiled back at Jake, her eyes sparkling with amusement. I could see her looking at me out of the corner of her eye, sizing up my reaction.

"Just having a coffee," Abby said, averting her gaze from Jake's intense stare.

I could see the discomfort written all over her face, but Jake seemed to relish in it.

"Alex, could you possibly give me a ride home?" Abby asked in a timid voice. It felt as though we had been caught red-handed, we almost had.

I nodded, "Sure, let me just get dressed," I swiftly made my way towards the stairs.

As I stepped into my bedroom and I couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety. I put on a smart-casual outfit that consisted of a blue oxford shirt, dark blue jeans, and brown leather loafers.

I jumped out of my skin as the door opened and Lily confidently entered.

"Going somewhere?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

I held her gaze, trying to hide my discomfort as best as I could.

"Can you take Jake with you too?" Lily asked.

I felt a surge of annoyance but hid it behind a neutral expression. "Of course, Lily."

"Thanks babe," she walked over and planted a deep kiss on my lips, her tongue invading my mouth. I could taste the tang of **** and something else, perhaps the remnants from her tryst with Jake. I quickly **** the thought from my mind.

We sat in silence in the car, just the steady beat of some pop track played on the radio. Jake was in the passenger seat and I could feel my anxiety rise as I kept thinking about him with Lily. The image of him fucking her was seared into my mind. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my fingers turning white. I couldn't bear the thought of them together. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. But he just stared out of the window in silence, all of us felt the effects of the **** from last night.

My senses returned when I felt a gentle touch on the back of my neck. Abby gently traced the back of my head, sending shivers through my spine. I tried not to react or Jake would notice the intimate touch.

I swallowed hard, focusing my attention on the road. I couldn't help but think of what we had done earlier, and I began to feel my cock stirring in my pants.

Jake suddenly broke the silence. "Its this turn on the left." He asserted. A few streets later and we were outside his place. "

Thanks for the ride, Alex." Jake said as he got out the car, slamming the door shut behind him. "And thank you for so accommodating" he said, shooting us a mischievous grin.

Abby climbed over the centre console and into the front. I watched as her short skirt rode up, revealing her toned thighs. I bit my lip, trying to control my growing arousal. I couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the thought of being in such close proximity to her again, and I could sense the tension building between us.

I went top start the engine when she placed her hand on my thigh. I glanced at her, surprised by the sudden contact. Her eyes met mine, and I could see the desire in them.

Abby shifted in her seat, moving closer to me. Her breasts were against my arm and the scent of her perfume was intoxicating. I looked at her, unsure of how to respond. She looked back at me, her lips curled into a smirk.

"You're not angry?" she asked, placing her hand on my thigh again, grazing her nails lightly across my skin.

I swallowed, struggling to find my voice. "No, not really," I managed to say, trying to sound calm and collected. She leaned in, pressing her warm, soft lips against mine. I froze, not sure how to react. She pulled away slightly and ran a finger down the front of my shirt.

I felt a rush of pure pleasure, and my cock twitched in my pants. I couldn't believe what was happening.

"I don't want to go home yet," she whispered, her lips close to my ear. "I know we shouldn't, but I can't help myself."

My heart raced as she moved even closer, her hand now resting on my engorged cock through my pants.

I swallowed hard, trying to come up with a response. "I should take you home" I said, emphasizing the word "should".

She released my cock from her grip, instead grabbing my hand and guiding it under her skirt, to her crotch. I felt her wetness through her panties, my heart pounding in my chest. I groaned softly, my fingers automatically seeking out her clitoris. Her breathing grew ragged and hitched, some pain evident, as she ground herself against my hand.

She pulled her panties to the side, revealing her bare pussy to me. Her pussy looked tiny, tight and clean shaven. Yet slightly puffy from her arousal and a red soreness was evident. Despite that, I didn't hesitate. I gently began to massage her clitoris in slow, teasing circles. She moaned softly, biting her lower lip as she leaned back in her seat. I continued to touch her, gradually increasing both the speed and pressure of my fingers. She opened her legs wider, allowing me better access to her dripping wet pussy. I slid a finger inside of her, feeling the warmth and tightness of her entry. She was soaked, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at the thought of bringing her such pleasure.

I gently eased another finger inside her, curling it to brush against her g-spot. She gasped, clutching at my arm as her body shook with the **** of her orgasm. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving with every inhale and exhale. I glanced at her, unable to believe what just happened, and she looked back at me, her eyes smouldering with desire.

She looked down at my crotch, licking her lips as she saw the wet spot on my pants that my cock had left behind. She reached over and gently squeezed my cock through the fabric, making it jump with anticipation.

"I want to see you," she said with a low purr.

Abby reached down and undid my pants. My cock sprang free, hard and ready for her. She wrapped her hand around it, giving it a few experimental strokes. I moaned in appreciation.

"I want to feel you inside of me," Abby breathed, her voice ragged with desire. The whole situation had my head spinning. Here we sat, outside of Jake's place. Her touch, her scent, and the desire in her eyes. It was too much. She shifted in her seat as if to climb over to my side. But I lost control, I moaned as waves of pleasure washed over me. I took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. My mind filled with the image of her wet and tight pussy.

Without warning I felt a shiver run down my spine as I came in her hand. I sprayed ropes of hot, thick semen onto her fingers and the fabric of my pants. She looked down and smirked, amused at my lack of self-control.

Abby brought her cum-covered fingers to her mouth and sucked on them, savouring the taste. I couldn't help but watch in fascination as she licked my essence from her fingers. "We'll have to revisit this another time," She smiled with hunger in her eyes.