Victoria's Night

Victoria sighed as she padded barefoot down the hallway towards the living room, still dressed in the loose t-shirt and shorts she’d thrown on after her shower and being nearly brought to orgasm by Madison. Frustration rippled through her tense muscles, massaging her shoulder as she rotated the joint and turned her neck one way and then the other. It wasn’t just the fact that she hadn’t gotten off; the whole day had been fraught with arguments, first with Kurt over how to deal with Shawn, then with Kendra and her revelation that Shawn knew she had turned coat, and finally, Brandon storming out because of Madison lying about being fucked by Shawn. Everything could be traced back to Shawn, and everything involving Shawn led back to her. The fact that she hadn’t cum in over a day was just the fucking cherry on top.

For years this kind of thing hadn’t bothered her. Sure, her hormones flared up, usually around her time of the mouth, and she’d masturbated, but as far as she’d went with a boy was a blow job. But this fortnight at the cabin had seen the loss of her virginity to Gavin Westher. It wasn’t an act she regretted, regardless of what had come after. Gavin had been perfect for her first time, considerate, gentle, loving, even while they were both ****. But in losing her virginity it seemed she had also lost some of her inhibitions. It wasn’t so long ago that she was walking these halls, spying on Kurt fucking Chloe in the bathroom, watching his big cock slide in and out of her pussy, how good he made her feel.

If she hadn’t fucked Shawn, she would have fucked somebody, Victoria concluded, entering the living room and finding it empty. Everyone was still out, she surmised, as she stepped towards the kitchen and glanced inside. There was no one there either. She paused, staring at the space where she’d been standing when Kurt had fingered her. That was the same night Brandon had stormed out because of Ashley’s infidelity with Zack. So, many times she’d been on the edge of slipping into exploring her new found interest in sex, and every time she’d gotten close, she’d pulled back because she didn’t want to be a slut, or she didn’t want to be a cheater. But any one of those titles might have been preferable to bringing Shawn into their lives.

But Shawn, abhorrent as he was, had to be commended for freeing something inside her too, just as Gavin had. With Gavin it had been sex, but with the right person, for the right reasons. With Kurt it had still been a matter of right and wrong. With Shawn, it was pure sexuality, for pure pleasure. He’d awoken inside of her a realization that she didn’t just like having sex with someone she loved, she liked to fuck and be fucked and there was the utmost pleasure to be had in that simplest of acts. Perhaps that shouldn’t have been such a revelation, that sex could be enjoyed for simply what it was, but for the innocent, inexperienced girl of two days ago it was world-changing.

Maybe a little too world-changing, if she was being honest with herself. The realisation that she enjoyed the act itself, made her mind wander. What else did she enjoy? And it turns out there were lots of things to enjoy when you took love and monogamy out of the equation, especially, as it turned out, having cum on her face. She knew Shawn had been trying to make her into a slut, but she really did enjoy the warm, creamy texture on her face, the scent, different with every man, making her feel dirty and erotic in a way she’d never felt in her wholesome life before. Though maybe she should have paced herself, she had felt unable to hold back, unrestrained finally. Maybe Shawn had been right all along; she was a slut.

To get off so much and then not get off at all, it felt like a cruel joke. Yet, every time she decided to enjoy herself, things got worse. Her best friend thought she was unforgivable. Madison was estranged from her own twin brother. All consequences of her actions. But as bad as she felt, it didn’t make her any less horny. And since she was all alone in the cabin, maybe she could just touch herself a little. Her hand slid down her body as she leaned back against the door frame, grazing her clothes, until it came to the top of her shorts, fingering the elastic as she bit her lip and looked around, one final check to make sure she was alone.

“Ok, I stick my cock inside and fuck you.”

Her hand snapped away from her shorts as she looked around. Nothing in the house stirred, but she’d thought the voice had come from the kitchen. Tip-toeing inside, she found it just as uninhabited as the other rooms. Was her mind just playing tricks on her? Confused she looked out the glass doors at the night sky, clouds moving over the stars. No, they were too thin, too close to be clouds. Her eyes followed the trail, realizing soon that it was simply a thick cover of steam rising from the hot tub on the deck. She squinted, looking through the glass, and saw someone lying with their back to the cabin, one arm stretched out, the other with their hand to their face.

Quietly she opened the door to the decking and stepped outside. As she drew closer, she saw that he had a phone in his hand. She crept forward, unnoticed, she heard him say “What do you mean I’m doing it wrong? You told me to say what I’d do if you were here. If you were here, I’d stick my dick in you.”

Whoever it was clearly wasn’t satisfied with that answer and hung up on the young man, causing him to irritably throw down his phone, and grumble, “fuckin’ bitch. Gets me hard and then fucks off. I…” His head turned and eyes looked up, only then realizing that Victoria was standing behind him.

“Trent?” She questioned, the black teen the last person she expected to see hanging out in Heather’s hot tub. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, that guy, Kurt, he was concerned about you, and asked me to hang back and keep an eye on things in case that other guy, Shawn, showed up,” Trent explained, making no effort to get out of the water.

“So, you decided to use the hot tub and…” her eyes traveled to the water, widening as she looked through the clean, clear liquid and could only see the black of Trent’s skin. “Are you naked in there?”

“Oh, yeah, well, I didn’t bring bathing shorts, I thought I was only coming up for the afternoon to fuck Madison. Didn’t realize I’d be staying this long,” Trent replied, again making no effort to cover up. If anything he lay back again, allowing Victoria an even better angle as his cock sat beneath the surface. “Why don’t you join me?”

“I’d have to go get my one piece and I don’t want to go back into the room and disturb Madison,” Victoria declined, though stepping close to the edge. “But maybe I could…just dip my toes in.”

“Who needs swimwear?” Trent pressed her, watching her long, slender legs as she sat on the side of the hot tube and dangled them over the edge, her ankles and calves submerged in the warm water. “I don’t mind if you don’t. You don’t know what you’re missing out on. This feels so freeing.” He leaned back and let his head rest again the side of the tub, closing his eyes momentarily, only to open one, checking to see if Victoria was going to follow his advice.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Victoria said with a frown, though she felt a stirring in her gut. “Bad things happen when I let myself go.”

“Yeah, Kurt told me about the Shawn thing, but that ain’t your fault. Some men are just like sex light weights, they can’t hold their pussy and get love-drunk,” Trent said, sneering at the image of Shawn he’d painted for himself. “I’m pretty sure no one is going to care if you get naked with me.”

“You’re incorrigible,” Victoria chuckled, shaking her head at Trent’s persistence. Perhaps if she didn’t know his reputation, she might have fallen for what he was saying. But Victoria had known Trent almost as long as she’d known Brandon, meeting the football players through Ashley, who was on the cheer squad. Which meant she knew very well about his exploits with women, and how he’d fuck almost anything that moved. “How can you do it? Just doing whatever and whoever you want at a moment’s notice? I mean, you came here to fuck Madison, knowing it might blow up your relationship with Brandon, and not even caring if it blew up her relationship with him.”

“I dunno. I don’t really think about it at all,” Trent confessed with a shrug of his shoulders. “All I know is that sex is fun, and if someone makes my dick hard, it seems a waste not to use it.”

Victoria rubbed her head, wondering if she was this brain-dead when she had been fucking around. “So, you’re just an animal? Controlled by your urges?”

“No, of course I can control myself. Take tonight for instance. I was supposed to meet up with Tanya and Amber, and trust me they were D.T.F.,” Trent insisted, turning and leaning over the side of the tub with his arms folded beside Victoria’s legs. “But when I heard about that Shawn guy, I knew the right thing was to hang back make sure you guys were safe.”

“And I thank you for your sacrifice,” Victoria giggled briefly before becoming forlorn, looking down at her bare toes under the water. “I just can’t seem to find a middle ground. I’m either repressed, or I'm a whore.”

“Says who?” Trent scoffed. “I’m sure some people would call me a player, but fuck ‘em. I’m not running about town, screwing girls and abandoning them. I have casual relationships with a few girls because they all offer something different. Amber is great at blowjobs, Tanya’s really into public sex, and Ashley’s ass is phenomenal. Though, in terms of pure tightness, I guess I’d have to go with-”

“Wait, you fucked Ashley?” Victoria inquired, surprised. “In the ass?”

“Yeah, I was about to go at it with Madison and Ashley just swooped in there and was like, ‘no, do me’ and when I choose Madison anyway she like, ‘ok, do me in the ass’, and well, that was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up, you know,” Trent explained, his storytelling lacking much charm.

“That’s because of Brandon, I’d imagine,” Victoria mused to herself as much as Trent. “Probably coaxed her into it to make up for her cheating on him at the beginning of the trip.”

“I heard,” Trent licked his lips. “Boy, do I wish I was here for that. Fuck, if I’d known she was open for business maybe I’d have tried a little harder before.”

“I think it was more a case of who than her just wanting to get laid and Brandon no longer cutting it,” Victoria remarked, frowning at Trent’s crassness. “Besides, seems like you weren’t doing too hot with whoever was on the other end of that phone. Maybe you’re losing your touch.”

“Maybe I should touch you and you can tell me if I’ve lost it,” Trent said with a grin, reaching out and grazing a finger along her outer thigh, towards her hip, until Victoria swatted it away playfully. “Nah, that was just Tanya. She was a little upset because I cancelled, so she suggested phone sex. Apparently, just sticking it in isn’t good enough.”

“Would you just stick it in if she was really right in front of you?” Victoria asked, then immediately waved her hand to dismiss the question. “Nevermind, you probably would. She probably just wanted to hear what you thought or felt. With as many girls as you’ve fucked, you can’t describe how it feels to be inside one?”

“It feels good. What more does she want? When I’m plowing a girl, I’m not thinking, ‘this feels like a meadow on a summer’s day’. It feels good. That’s why I’m fucking her,” Trent argued, his finger returning to Victoria’s leg, now making circles on her skin above her knee. “Besides, I’m saying I’m inside her, but my dick is in my hand, so all I’m feeling is myself.”

“Okay, so the problem is you just have no imagination,” Victoria laughed, her head buzzing slightly from his touch and their conversation. “Well, maybe we can work on that.”

“You’re not going to ask me to read or something?” Trent groaned as he walked his fingers up her leg, slower than before.

“No, no, nothing like that. Just take a good look at me, okay, memorize how I look in your head, okay,” Victoria told him, watching his eyes look back at her and roam over her body, feeling the heat in her body rise at the lust in his stare. “Got it? Now, close your eyes and picture me as I am, sitting on the edge of the hot tube in my t-shirt and shorts.”

Trent complied, humoring the girl, since at least this was taking her mind off all of her problems. In his mind's eye he envision Victoria, clearly since he’d just spent a last minute trying to take all of her in. To confirm, she asked him the color of her eyes. Green. The color of her shorts. Red. The color of the lounge chair behind her. He surprised even himself when he correctly answered beige.

Satisfied, Victoria moved on to the next portion of her lesson, as she rose to standing in the tub. “Ok, turn and face inwards, and picture me standing up and moving in front of you. Trent shuffled around in the water while Victoria watched, her fingers sliding underneath her shorts. “Can you imagine that? Me in front of you?”

“Sure, it’s easy to picture you just standing up,” Trent frowned. “Can’t I just open my eyes and see you actually standing there?”

“No, because I’m not standing in front of you in the hot tub, and I’m not pushing down my shorts,” she said, as she tugged them down, lifting her legs out of the holes one at a time so not to get them completely wet, before tossing them aside. “Can you imagine that now? Me with no shorts on and no panties underneath?”

The splashes in the water told him exactly what she was doing, acting out everything she said she wasn’t doing. Though even if he could hear, he could smell the scent of sex suddenly make his nostrils flare. And he suddenly became much more eager to play this game, wondering absently just how far she would let it go. “Yeah,” he said, with a grin. “I can see your pussy.”

“What’s it look like?” Victoria asked, hands behind her back to keep from touching herself.

“Really hairy,” Trent teased. “Like a great wild bush.”

Victoria slapped his shoulder. “Get serious,” she demanded, though she was laughing too.

“I don’t know…they all look different, but a pussy is a pussy,” Trent grumbled, dejected. He wanted to play this game right, but he had no idea how.

“Don’t think about telling me what I want to hear,” Victoria instructed him, her breathing becoming heavier as she looked at his face, his lips, just inches from the mound between her legs. “Think about what you know about me. Imagination is just your mind filling in the blanks.”

“Alright, alright, well…” Trent exhaled through his nose as he took a moment, sincerely and genuinely attempting Victoria’s advice. “You’re a fit girl, your body is tight…but you’re not naturally athletically gifted like the cheerleaders. You’re academic, you work things out, and you enjoy working on a problem and solving it, so I bet you do work out. You look after yourself and put in the effort to look good, so your pussy is gonna be well maintained. Shaven, if not shaped, so I can see everything. Your clit, your lips…”

Victoria sighed, listening to him describe her pussy, even with his eyes closed and being remarkably accurate. Unable to resist, she moved one hand to her front, and allowed her finger tips to lightly stroke her labia.

“You’ve just recently starting fucking around…and you’re horny right now. That’s why it wasn’t a good idea to get naked with me, because you knew you’d want to do more. If you weren’t in the mood, there’d be no harm, no danger,” Trent continued, swallowing as the picture of her swollen, drooling puss became clear in his mind. “So, your hole is gaping open, looking for a cock to fill it. You’re dripping, soaked so wet your lips are glistening.”

“Hah,” Victoria panted, Trent’s words having her feeling like he was already fucking her. “V-very good. Now, in your mind, reach out with your hand,” she swallowed as she took his wrist and led his fingers to her pussy. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt him graze her lips. “H-how does it feel?”

“Sticky, and soft,” he said, moving his hand, his thick, black finger parting her lips. Victoria’s hand remained on his wrist but only rested there. “I can feel how much it wants me to slide inside.”

“Do it,” she gasped, desperation in her tone.

Trent stroked the length of her lips a few more times, teasing her, denying what she wanted before finally, pausing upon her hole, feeling the heat radiating from within. With an uncharacteristic tenderness, she felt him press his finger into her, an easy feat considering how wet she’d gotten using his imagination. Her walls sucked him in and clamped down around his digit, gently spasming already. He pulled back and entered her again, this time with two fingers. Her head rolled back, and she moaned out to the night sky. Thankfully everyone had gone, so she could be as loud as she wanted.

“I imagine you being tight, really tight, almost virginal tight,” he said, playing the game without any prompting now. “You were a virgin until last week. No matter how many cocks you’ve taken, your pussy has maintained its shape and elasticity. I could shove my thick fingers in you all night long and by tomorrow you’d still be just as tight.”

“Mmmhm, maybe you’ll have to use your imagination and see,” Victoria teased him, as she looked down, noticing his cock, rock hard, twitch beneath the water, creating ripples on the surface.

As he slid his fingers in and out of her pussy, the wet walls slurping and slopping along with his pace, he brought his thumb up to the hood of her clit. “I’ll stroke your clit while I fingerfuck you. You enjoy having my fingers so completely tease your whole pussy.”

“Fuck, yes, Trent, touch my clit. Finger my slutty, needy, little pussy…in your head, I mean,” Victoria moaned, the pleasure surging through her nerves making it difficult to think, difficult to maintain the charade. “I bet she looks like she’s on fire. You’ve set my, I mean, her whole body alight. It feels so good.”

Trent grinned, his eyes still closed, but feeling her rough, hard clit exposed to this thumb now as he continued to pump her full of her fingers. “I think she’s going to cum soon.”

“Oooooh, FuuUccCKKKK, YES, SHE IS, SHE’S GONNA CUM, SHE…I…I…FUCK,” Victoria moaned louder, now thankful that the cabins were spaced out so that Heather had no neighbors she could wake as she felt her orgasm slam into like a ton of bricks. “YEEEEEEESSSSS, I’M CUMMING!”

Trent felt her pussy clench around his digits, almost like a **** grip that would snap them right off. He cheated, opening one eye slightly to watch her face as she climaxed. Her head hung low, body shaking, making her wobble on her feet, light-headed but happy. She was surprised she even managed to stay standing. The orgasm hit her hard but passed quickly. She felt satisfied, but still a little hungry, like a craving for cake after dinner. Panting, she looked down at him, chuckling as she saw his one eye snap quickly shut.

“It’s okay, you can open your eyes,” she said, backing away from his hand, leaving his fingers drenched in her expelled juices. “Lesson’s over. I think you made excellent progress. I’m sure Tanya will be very happy with the results.”

Trent opened his eyes and laughed. “I’ll be sure to tell her who to thank. Besides, I had a very good teacher. You made using my imagination easy. It was so vivid, like you were actually there, and I was actually touching you…” he licked his lips as he closed his eyes again. “in fact, I feel another imagination coming on.”

“They’re not visions,” Victoria chastised him playfully, putting her hands on her hips. But since her lust hadn’t be completely fulfilled yet, and she was mildly curious, she added. “Why? What do you see?”

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