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Chapter 5
by saphirblack
How do you help him?
Take his mind off Stacy
You stare at him for a minute trying to think what the best course of action would be. You could help him find Stacy, but knowing Stacy, she would probably just scream at him again. As you think, you cannot help but notice Jack's well toned arms. They were slightly bigger than your boyfriend's. And, the fact that Jack was wearing a short sleeved shirt tight enough to highlight the curves of his biceps and pecs was enough to really distract you.
Just then, you remember why you were taking a shower to begin with. You needed to cool yourself off because you were too damn horny to think straight. Well, that plan had back fired, because you are here again, wet as ever, having the hardest time concentrating.
Then it donned on you. Two birds with one stone. Your boyfriend would never have to find out, and both you and Jack would be guaranteed to walk out of this bathroom with a smile. "I have an idea. Something that will cheer you up and take your mind off Stacy," you smile. You never thought about cheating before, but your boyfriend deserved it for dragging you here and then passing out.
"Oh? What's that?" He asked, looking up at you. You move forward with a swag in your hips and, before he can protest, straddle his lap. Your towel rides up your body and your wet crotch pushes into the lap of his jeans. "John, what are you doing?"
"Relax, Jack. Let's have some fun. Just you and me."
"But... Stacy..."
"Forget her. Focus on this," you pull the towel free and let it slide off your body to the floor. Your firm, round breasts stick out right in front of his face. You can tell he is enjoying it because you suddenly start to feel a bulge pushing up against you. In response, you roll your hips, applying pressure to his lap.
"John, are you sure?"
"I'm positive." You smile, thinking just how easy that was. Stacy and your boyfriend would never forgive you, but clearly neither of them were too concerned about anyone else right now anyway. And so, you decided to ride Jack the way you had originally planned to ride your boyfriend.
You raise up enough to reach down between your legs and unzip his jeans, quickly reaching in and pulling his shaft out. By this point he was rock hard. "Aw, is this for me, Jack? I didn't know you felt this way," you smirked, staring at the hard cock, stroking it a little. You were normally the submissive type, but playing the seductress was exciting you, bringing out a more dominant girl.
He only nodded, his face slightly contorted in pleasure as you rolled your thumb around the tip of his cock. It was cute. You never imagined a guy as strong as Jack would be at such a loss of words. You had seen him bench press almost twice his weight all the while joshing around with his friends about girls, but here he was now, puddy in your hands. Hard, throbbing, puddy.
And you could not wait any longer. You lowered yourself until the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance. Just before you were able to slide him in, though, he grabbed your waist hard and stopped you. "Wait. Are you on the pill?"
Crap! You knew you had forgotten something. This is what happens when your sex drive gets the better of you. You shake your head.
"Okay, well, I have a condom in that case," he said, pulling a blue wrapper from his pocket. You were a little shocked because you knew that Stacy was on the pill, so you have to wonder if Jack had come here with the intention of cheating to begin with. You think about telling Stacy later, but then you remember that you are that other woman.
"Or," he added, "we could just pull out."
You really loved the feel of real cock the best, but you might get pregnant relying on the "pull out" method.
Condom or no?
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House Party
Drunk Frustration
When your boyfriend passes out, you are left to explore the party.
Updated on Jan 21, 2015
by saphirblack
Created on May 10, 2013
by saphirblack
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