Happiness for Whom?

After Javier left, the closed door seemed to seal the tension inside the room, amplifying it. The kisses and caresses between Marco and Lucy resumed instantly, but with a raw and **** passion they hadn't had before. She still wore her provocative clothes, a constant reminder of what had just happened.

Between kisses, Lucy kept smiling flirtatiously, her eyes shining with mischief. "Well? Did you enjoy the show?" she whispered.

Marco didn't answer with words. Instead, he caressed her with more determination, his hands roaming the fabric clinging to her body as if he wanted to absorb it. Lucy felt incredibly aroused. Marco was touching her as she had always dreamed, in a way so passionate it stole her breath. She never imagined that doing something so daring with his friend would turn her own relationship into something so electrifying.

Tangled in his arms, feeling his hardness against her belly, she whispered the invitation they were both waiting for. "Now it's your turn... touch what your friend could only see."

The invitation seemed to break Marco's final barrier of shyness. Clumsily, he slid a hand under Lucy's pink blouse, his fingers brushing against the lace fabric of her bra. The contact was electric. He rubbed her breasts with a mix of curiosity and reverence. Then, gathering all his courage, he hooked a finger under the edge of the bra and freed one of her breasts.

For the first time in Marco's life, he touched a woman's naked breast. And for the first time in Lucy's life, she felt a man's hands on her breast. To anyone with a bit of experience, they would have been clumsy and hesitant caresses, but for them, it was glory. It was a new universe discovered at their fingertips. Although the fondling happened without lifting her blouse, the shape and color of her breasts remained a mystery to him. It didn't matter. In that moment, he was the first man to touch

his hand explored, Marco's mind began to wander. He thought of Javier, of how he was surely fantasizing at that very moment about touching these same breasts that he could only see. Perhaps he would masturbate later with the indelible image Lucy had given him. A strange sense of power washed over him; at last, he was doing one of those pranks his friends boasted so much about.

But then he noticed something strange. When he focused on what he was experiencing, on the feel of Lucy's skin under his fingers, his erection would diminish. However, when he thought about Javier, about what he might do with that memory, about the possibility that he might want more, he would get instantly aroused.

Lucy was about to bring her own hand to Marco's penis, over his clothes, but she noticed the change. His erection was no longer as rigid. Intuitively, she decided to play with her words before touching him.

She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I bet Javier wishes he were touching me like you are right now."

The effect was immediate. Marco tensed, and Lucy felt through her leg how his erection returned with a furious rigidity. Encouraged by her success, Lucy continued her exciting verbal ****.

"Imagine it," she murmured, her hot breath on his neck. "Imagine your girlfriend... being touched by another man besides you."

That was all it took. Marco became almost savage, his kisses deeper, his caresses more demanding. He squeezed and massaged Lucy's breast with an intensity that made her gasp, a mix of pleasure and a budding pain. She was about to ask him to stop, to end the verbal ****, when the situation reached its peak.

She was incredibly aroused, feeling her panties wet from the caresses and the intensity of the moment. She was thrilled by this new side of Marco, the way he reacted to her

the midst of the ecstasy, she pulled away from him. She got up from the bed and adjusted her blouse and bra with a calmness that betrayed the storm she felt inside.

"Maybe from now on I'll be more daring," she said, looking down at him. "And you'll have to beat other men to do things like we did today." She paused, letting the words sink in. "Because maybe you were the first man to touch my breasts, Marco, but you weren't the first man to see me like that."

And with those words, she lifted her blouse for an instant, showing him her breasts still covered by the small bra. Her nipples remained hidden, but he could see the skin of her breasts, a pale white, almost luminous in contrast to the rest of her skin.

Marco watched her from the bed, breathless. He wondered how this situation, which was supposed to be exciting for Lucy and make her happier, had ended up becoming the greatest aphrodisiac for him.