The next morning...

Courtney awoke to chirping birds and a fuzzy hangover. She reached over to the bedside table for her water bottle and felt nothing. What? Oh shit. She was still in Jason’s suite. Jason. The night came flooding back, memories of the intense tryst flashing through her mind. She shot a look over at Noah. Still asleep. She twisted over to straighten herself out and felt the sheets tugging at her inner thigh. Jason’s cum had seeped out of her overnight, dried, and had stuck her to the sheets. She carefully peeled herself free. She smelled of sex, her hair was a mess, and both her head and her pussy were throbbing. Slowly, she extracted herself from the bed, being careful not to wake her fiancé, and tiptoed to the door. What if he’s out there? Fuck it, she knew the bathroom for this side of the suite was just a few feet away. She opened the door and peered into the suite. No Jason. Just the morning calm. Phew. She dashed over to the bathroom and warmed up the shower.

A few minutes later, Noah stirred awake as Courtney gently shook him.

She whispered. “Hey… Hey, honey. We should get moving. We gotta get to the airport.”

Noah, significantly more hungover, reached up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “Oh shit. What time is it?”

“We have time. But I figure we probably should, uh… get out of here and… talk?”

Noah blinked as he played back the evening. Oh, shit… that had all really happened. A guilty knot formed deep in his stomach as he remembered. His mind replayed everything he could remember: Courtney’s blowjob for the both of them, his frantic fucking. He remembered Jason… grabbing her? Had Jason gone further? His memory became fuzzy at the edges, and it was churning up combined feelings of arousal and guilt in his mind. Had he put her in this position? Had he blown up their entire relationship? He quickly scanned Courtney’s face for signs of distress. She was looking at him like an angel, her big eyes offering a comforting, almost apologetic, look. Noah looked up at her, took a breath, and replied. “Yeah. Let’s get back to the room… that was crazy last night. Are you okay?”

Noah’s calm response eased the stress that Courtney had been bottling up. She’d tried to wake Noah as carefully as possible, with no idea what he knew, or what kind of reaction he would have this morning. For all she knew, Noah was about to throw her off the penthouse balcony, and a jury would probably let him walk for it, too. But Noah instead seemed to take things well, given the circumstances. He stood up, and the two of them left as quietly as they could.

As they returned to their room, Courtney noticed a small brown bag sitting outside their door. She figured it was a goodie bag from the hotel, snagged it, and shrugged as Noah opened the door. In her morning stupor, she mindlessly set it down on the table immediately inside, unable to fully concentrate, partially hungover and partially still ready for Noah to explode in jealousy.

As soon as the door shut, Noah turned and spoke. “That was amazingly hot, babe.”

Relief nearly overwhelmed Courtney. “Yeah? You had fun?”

“I had so much fucking fun. You were incredible.”

“Oh thank god. I was afraid you’d be mad.”

“Mad? No way. That was so hot. I uh…” Noah didn’t know how to say it. He felt embarrassed at how much the experience had turned him on, particularly Jason’s manhandling of his fiancée. “It was all good. Really good.”

Courtney stepped forward towards him. “Yeah? You’re not like… weirded out or anything?”

Courtney no longer felt like a cheater. But she certainly still felt like a slut. This was not the behavior that a typical loyal girlfriend, let alone a bride, would partake in.

“No, no, no.” Noah reached forward and gave her a big hug. “It was mostly my idea anyway. I was afraid YOU would be weirded out. Like with, the flirting and the…” Noah was equally sensitive at the moment, and wilted at his own embarrassment.

Courtney kept it positive. “Huh? No, no babe. I loved it. It was fun for the both of us, right?” Trying to break the tension a little, she whispered in his ear. “And I think Jason had a lot of fun too.”

He shot her an incredulous look, and she gave him a devilish smile. “Just saying… if you like it so much when men flirt with me, I can’t imagine just what was going through your mind last night.”

“Oh god. You’re right. It was crazy, I was going feral.”

“Mmm well… I wanna see some of that later,” she reached down to brush his waistband, “but for now we gotta get going. I’m gonna pack, maybe grab us some coffee. Why don’t you take a shower, get ready, and I’ll be right back.”

Noah nodded, entranced by his fiancée’s sudden confidence, and walked into the bathroom to start the shower. His head hurt, but it wasn’t the worst hangover of all time. He tried to recall more of last night. They had definitely done some… unique stuff. They’d fucked without a condom, for one. A rule he knew was stupid to break. But that paled in comparison to… well… what else actually happened? Was I dreaming? Noah turned the handle of the shower and started the hot water.

With Noah defused, it was time to defuse the other bomb currently being armed by the millions of saboteurs that Jason had deposited in Courtney the night before. In a rush, she packed her things by shoving them into her luggage and dashed out the hotel door.

There had to be a drugstore nearby. She frantically searched on her phone as she made her way down the hallway. The resort was isolated, up on a hilltop overlooking the ocean, and the nearest pharmacy was further than walking distance. Shit. She had been bad at tracking her period the last month, too. Courtney furrowed her brow. Maybe there was another option.

“Hi, um, excuse me.” She nervously approached the hotel counter, the woman behind it beaming back a customer-service smile.

“Checking out?”

“Uh. Not quite yet. Is there,” Courtney stumbled before speaking quietly. “Is there a pharmacy nearby somewhere?”

“Yes, we stock toiletries past the cafe. Just around the corner.”

“Ah. Um. Is there any chance you have uh-“ she felt her confidence giving up on her. “Plan B?”

The woman behind the counter changed her expression to one of sympathy. “Oh, girl. Yes. You’re lucky. We have one left behind the counter. Something was in the air this weekend for sure.” She turned and opened a drawer, pulling out the box, a package she hadn’t actually seen before.

Courtney was internally battling her demons. I cannot believe I am about to take this because of someone other than Noah. Did I lose my fucking mind last night? As the woman rang up the pill, at a nearly exorbitant cost, Courtney decided to make this Jason’s problem.

“Can I charge it to the room?”

“Oh sure. What’s the room number and last name?”

She provided the information, Jason’s information, and the woman gave a small squint at the monitor. Courtney nervously shifted as she asked: “Is something wrong?” Great, Courtney. Your little attempt at fiscal **** was-

“Oh! Oh, well, I guess I should tell you, um, your husband was down earlier and he already purchased one.”

What? What the fuck? How did Noah-

“Yes, reservation under J. Hutchinson. Quite the handsome gentleman, miss. He was just down here an hour ago.”

Oh fuck. “Oh. Uh Huh. How nice. Um. Thanks. Well, I guess you can keep this.” She slid the box back across the counter and hustled back towards the elevator. She realized exactly what had happened.

Thankfully, by the time she returned, Noah was still getting ready. She snatched the “goodie bag” on the table by the door and tore into it, pulling decorative tissue paper free until it emerged: an identical package of birth control with a note attached.

Just in case.

-Jason

It was a brazen move, but it was also genuinely thoughtful. If Noah had found this, he would definitely know how far last night had gone. But she also did need it. She tore the box open, awkwardly swallowed the pill, and jammed the entire bag in the trash, doing her best to cover her tracks. Just as she was finishing, Noah emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed and packed, towing his luggage behind him.

“Ready to go?” He paused. “Uh, are you okay babe?”

Courtney, manically pushing the trash down, snapped back into girlfriend mode. “I’m all good! There was a really long line at the cafe. So I came back.”

Noah gave her a quizzical look before shrugging his shoulders and grabbing her luggage. “Should we be off? I saw the girls posted at the airport a bit ago.”

_That was right, _Courtney thought. Jason was planning on dropping the other two off before coming back to shuttle them. She did not want to deal with being stuck in a car with Jason and Noah at that moment. “Yeah. Let’s just get our own ride.”

“Probably a good idea. Everything good with-” Noah stopped short of saying Jason’s name, like he would invoke him in some way. “... you know?”

“Oh. yeah, it’s all good. I think it’d just be awkward. Nothing bad. But I’m too hung over for that.” Courtney’s tone was both joking and exhausted.

“Fair with me, babe. Let’s get out of here.” Noah felt relieved. He wasn’t sure what he would even say to Jason if he saw him. Or what he was supposed to say.

Noah’s impression of the morning grew more confusing by the moment. Courtney seemed manic, and unfortunately, because of the rush, there wasn’t time to talk further. He towed their bags over to the elevator, and they started down. Noah took the moment to put an arm around Courtney and kiss her on the forehead. He shut his eyes in comfort as she nuzzled back. His memory of the night before was slightly clearer. She’d been on top of Jason, on the couch… Noah’s cock stirred to life in the elevator as the image came into focus. But before he could get everything back, the door opened, and they spilled out into the lobby. Noah adjusted his waistband to keep his dick in check, and focused on the task at hand.

They approached the counter. Courtney checked her phone. The flight was on time. They were on time. Escape was moments away. She started booking their rideshare, letting Noah take the lead with the desk clerk. Feeling awkward, she shot a text to the group explaining that they were leaving of their own accord, even though Jason was supposed to be back at any moment.

“Hi. Checking out?”

Courtney froze. That voice.

“Yep.” Noah replied, slapping their room keys on the counter.

Courtney slowly made eye contact with the clerk. The same woman from just minutes before. The one who had assumed her and Jason were together.

“Was everything okay with the room, then?” Courtney may have even caught a subtle look from the clerk, though only she noticed it.

“Um... Yep. All good! Right babe?” Noah shrugged casually as he looked over at Courtney.

“Nope. All good.” Courtney answered dryly, smiling the best she could in the circumstances.

“Well. I hope you all enjoyed your stay.” The clerk said, returning to her standard customer service demeanor.

“Thanks!” Noah said, as he grabbed their bags and turned around.

Courtney and the Clerk maintained eye contact for just a moment after Noah departed, and the Clerk broke character again, slowly shaking her head from side to side as she let a tiny smile purse her lips. It was a knowing look, from one bad girl to another. At least, that’s how it felt to Courtney.

Somehow, Courtney kept her cool as she left, turning away and never looking back. She should have felt deathly embarrassed, but instead, welling up inside of her was… pride. Yeah. She had been kind of bad, but she also knew something the clerk didn’t. That she hadn’t really cheated. She’d had her cake and eaten it, too.

The rest of the trip home passed uneventfully, but the couple was never alone enough to talk about what had transpired the night before. It might have been for the best. Both of them slowly worked through the issue in their own minds, and both made the effort to nuzzle close on the long plane ride cross-country.

Slowly, much of the night came back to Noah. Somewhere over Kansas, it came back: Courtney had climbed up onto Jason’s lap, and Noah had given her permission to fuck him. Noah shivered as his entire body reacted to the image. His dick spent the rest of the flight at nearly full mast as he replayed the vision repeatedly. He was mad at himself for having passed out midway through the night.

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Jason’s trip home was equally quiet, though more out of habit. His flight was shorter, and despite his later departure, he made it home well before the couple was on the ground. He focused first on the work: a lot of editing was ahead, and the resort wanted something rolled out well ahead of the summer rush. As he settled in and took his first serious look at the weekend’s footage, he kicked himself for having been so brash. That was a bad business choice. If Courtney and Noah’s relationship blew up over this, it might suck him into some controversy, and that would be it for his finely tuned persona.

As he scrolled through the footage, though, he couldn’t help but give himself some credit. That young blonde was fucking hot. Jason always enjoyed a novel experience, rarer and rarer as they got these days. Something had simply overcome him that night, an urge to show an innocent girl just how good things could get. Courtney was a little ball of tightly wound sexual energy, and she didn’t even know it. Jason smiled to himself, knowing it would be a permanently memorable experience for her. In comparison, Jason would move on, plenty of fish in the sea. There was always the next girl. He took another look at the blonde on the screen and felt an unusual pang of possessive energy. Weird, he thought.

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The couple set their bags down inside their apartment. Travel had been exhausting, but finally being home granted the couple a second wind. They both took a deep breath as they settled in. Both had spent the better part of the day thinking over the previous night’s events. For each of them, it had slowly been stoking their libidos, their energy bottled up inside the airplane. Courtney was having a personal sexual revolution in her mind as she realized just how good sex could be. Noah was similarly replaying the scene in his head.

Noah broke the ice. “So… Courtney, about last night.”

Courtney looked at her fiancé. “Yeah?”

“It has been driving me crazy. I can’t even remember everything that happened.” He got in close, placing his hands on her hips as he got face to face with her. “My imagination is running wild…”

Courtney caught on. “Yeah?” She looked him in the eye. “What’s got you so wired up?” She asked innocently.

“Watching you suck his cock… watching you on top of him.” Noah was practically breathless. His hands were prowling all over her body as he spoke. “But it’s so hazy. I want you to tell me. I want to hear about it.”

Courtney had been looking forward to this. Noah had become a man of **** lust when he heard about her minor transgressions over the days before. Last night was about ten times worse, and she wanted to see just how ravenous he could get. It was rapidly living up to her expectations. She wanted a chance to really spice things up. “Well… why don’t you join me in the shower? Aren’t you feeling a little dirty after this weekend?” She separated from him and gave him a sultry look as she turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Noah was fast behind her, and they both tore their clothes off in a rush. As Courtney started the water, she looked back over at Noah. She put on the most smouldering look she could and spoke.

“Well where should I start? When I first felt his cock?”

“God, yes.” Noah hung on every word she spoke.

“Mmm it was in the hot tub, I let his dick out because I just had to feel it.” She opened the door and beckoned him into the shower.

“Wha- what were you thinking?” Following her in, Noah was entranced, and his hands played across her body as the water poured down over them.

“God, babe… something like: ‘This cock is so big. Scary big.’”

Noah’s own cock was rising to the moment. This was tapping into a desire he’d been suppressing for years. Ever since that break freshman year of college, this had been waiting within him.

Courtney continued, now goaded on by her total control of Noah’s attention. “I just knew I had to have it. Right then.”

She was laying it on thick, her eyes staring deep into his. She felt powerful.

“Fuck, babe…” Noah responded. He got closer to her, rubbing their bodies together face-to-face. His cock was stiff, and sliding up and down her thighs.

Something was overcoming Courtney. A villainous streak. She wanted to brag about last night. She wanted to see just how powerful this little game could make her. Courtney pulled back from Noah and gave him a low, devilish look. Slowly, she reached her hand up into his line of sight and pointed down towards her pussy. “Want more? How about you earn it.”

Noah obeyed, slowly kissing down her body and settling on his knees in their shower. Her body blocked most of the water and provided a perfect shelter for him to lick at her sex as she spoke.

Courtney sighed contentedly as Noah ate her out. She described the feeling of first laying eyes on Jason’s cock, of first placing it in her mouth. Her hands reached down to control her fiancé’s pace as she told the story, not just for him, but for her.

“I sucked him, I took as much of his cock as I could… but his cock was too big for my throat, babe. I couldn’t fit it all… I had to impress him some other way… so when you finished I just couldn’t resist him.”

Noah moaned along, his tongue frantically pleasing her clit as he ravenously consumed both the story and her pussy.

“I felt his cock pressing into me. He was so, so huge. God he wanted to fuck me so bad! I had to have him inside… I hope you’re not too mad.”

Noah moaned a “Nuh-uh” from underneath her.

Courtney shut her eyes as she played it back in her mind. “Fuck. He got so deep, babe… It was fucking crazy. He grabbed hold of me and just… used me. Like a-” Courtney was losing focus. Noah’s tongue was working in tandem with her own memory. “-a toy. He fucking used- ugh- me like a fucking toy and I- huf- wanted him to.” Her body was stiffening up as she grew closer; her cheeks went flushed. “Fuck! He fucked me so good, I - I fucking couldn’t hold back, babe.” It was time for an admission. “I came. I came so hard, I couldn’t stop it, I had to, I couldn’t, I-” Courtney’s whole body stiffened up as she imagined herself on top of Jason, losing herself in the bliss he granted her. An orgasm slowly overcame her, like a rising tide starting in her pussy.

Noah couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It was so erotic, so wrong. She had never cum from penetration in all their years of having sex. And she had cum first time with Jason? Shame and guilt gave way to toxic pleasure as he thought through the consequences. It would never be the same. And that intoxicated him with lust. He kept lapping at her as she came down from her orgasm, **** to be equally pleasurable as Courtney’s powerful lover.

Courtney let go of his hair as she came down off her high. Holy shit. What had come over her? She felt an orgasmic aftershock roll through her as she steadied her legs. She was still daydreaming about the fucking she’d received the night before, but the orgasm had siphoned her earlier, domineering attitude. Courtney softly reached down and touched Noah’s shoulder, trying to signal ‌what she needed.

Noah needed no further signal. He stood up and practically flew out of the shower, grabbing a condom out of a bathroom drawer. Courtney was right after him, following his lead. Noah quickly wrapped the condom around his hard cock and bent his dripping fiancée over the counter. “You came? On his cock?” Lust consumed him as he plunged his dick into her.

“Yes, I came so fucking hard. I couldn’t stop it.” Courtney was reliving the experience in her mind as Noah’s cock slid into her.

“God that is hot, you are so, so sexy, holy shit.” Noah’s strokes were practically as drunk as the ones the night before. He simply couldn’t hold it together when she was like this. His fiancee had given herself away to another man the night before, and he had been complicit, even an accomplice, in the act. She had cum on Jason’s cock. His desires spoke out before he could catch the words. “Did he fuck you good? You liked getting fucked by another guy?”

“He fucked me so good. I wanted it, I needed it so bad, babe.” Courtney was practically still there, imagining Jason’s amazing cock instead of Noah’s. “He fucked your fiancee, he fucked me, oh god!” Courtney was enjoying how hard Noah was fucking.

But Noah had nothing left in the tank. With a resounding final thrust, he drove himself as deep as he could into her and moaned as he shot his load into the condom.

Both of them took a moment to catch their breath. Noah grabbed Courtney close in a tight hug, and they kissed briefly before finally separating and drying off, spent. The rest of the evening passed peacefully, with the couple setting aside their luggage and Noah preparing a quick bite before they got to bed, cuddling in tight. A lot had happened over the weekend, and they were exhausted. Sleep came easily.

The next week was deceptively normal when the couple was apart. Noah went to work, preparing for a big new project. Courtney filmed and location spotted, keeping the apartment clean. She even hung out with some old college friends, feeling naughty that she had a secret that they wouldn’t even believe if she told them.

But when they were together, the couple spent the next week in a honeymoon-like haze. Every evening, one of them would get the dirty talk started, via some mention of their vacation, and they would go feral, unable to resist one another. Noah ate out Courtney on their couch three nights that week, unable to resist her teasing retelling of the night’s events. Each time she described a new aspect of her experience with Jason, some subtly embellished for the fun of it. Maybe Jason had made a more serious pass at her the night before? Maybe he had kissed her on the penthouse balcony while Noah was out getting their swimsuits? Courtney was carefully leaving room for the more egregious transgressions, which she still couldn’t admit. Noah was not about to find out that Jason had cum inside of her. That was too far, as far as she was concerned.

For Noah, an entire world of kinky cheating fantasies had opened up to him, and Courtney’s willingness to explore was feeding his desire. He wanted so badly for more, and he hung on every word of dirty talk that his fiancée spoke, hoping she would push the envelope.

For Courtney, her perfectionism took hold. The exceptional fucking she had received was burrowing deeper into her mind the more she spoke about it. Surely, she could replicate those sensations with her husband-to-be. She wanted to harness the sheer sexual intensity in their apartment, take this power, and use it to get there.

And it was working, psychologically. Noah had never been so horny. He was eating her out like his life depended on it; his fingers worked magic on her. Their dirty talk had taken everything to a new level. Physically, he still had a way to go. He just didn’t quite have the right rhythm, or the stamina. But they had the rest of their lives to work on that. For now, his tongue and fingers would have to do.

Overall, Courtney was quite proud of herself. She had learned just how to push Noah’s buttons, and her typically vanilla fiancé had come out of his shell a little. In a way, his vulnerability about it was charming and reassuring.

She also made a solemn promise to herself: this was never again going to escape their fantasies. Jason had been a fun one-time experiment, but any further meddling in the bedroom with him would not end well. Jason was a perfect vehicle for their fantasies, and nothing more. It couldn’t happen again. Courtney had already sampled enough secret sexual knowledge; it was like a forbidden power. It almost scared her, what that weekend had taught.

Over the next couple of weeks, Courtney slowly picked up more and more work: a promo for some makeup, another photoshoot at a bar. The trip with Jason had been a runaway success for the resort and had lifted her online presence to another level. She had gone from wannabe to “minor influencer” practically overnight, and the feeling of success was addicting.

One particular short video had drawn significant traffic. It was ‌the one of Jason hoisting Courtney up onto his shoulders. It was an excellent display of Jason’s strength, and the way Courtney moved was hypnotizing, her lithe frame on full display. As the views and comments poured in, Noah could not help himself. He constantly scrolled, reading the various lecherous things people were saying.

Damn that girl is hot.

Courtney is fucking fine, wtf. Why was she hiding that body all this time??

They are defff fucking, lol

Isn't she engaged? Would not catch my girl doing that…

Noah felt like his sexual fuse was shorter than ever before. He could barely scroll their socials without something setting him off. Courtney had always objected to sexualizing herself online, on principle, but inevitably, trolls and horny men found her page anyway. Now that she had shown a little skin, just a bikini, it was like the floodgates had opened.

Courtney got to use a little of her new sexual confidence now, having been invited to a classic car show to look pretty alongside the old muscle cars. This also doubled as excellent fodder for their little game.

“Babe, you know… all those men at the show, they’re going to be staring. Is that okay?”

Courtney said, mock-innocently, as they lay in bed.

“Ughh, yes” Noah moaned.

“Some might come over and start some small talk, ask what I’m up to later…” Courtney paused teasingly. “What should I tell them? That I’m taken, I have a wonderful man in my life already? Or,” she grinned. “should I tell them I’m looking for something to do.”

“You are so bad. So, so bad.” Noah grabbed hold of her and they were all over each other, another sweaty romp well on the way.

The car show itself passed without issue, and Courtney simply had fun doing her best Vanna White next to a bunch of old men’s auction pieces. In fact, everything had essentially returned to normal outside the bedroom. Courtney had solidly doubled her follower count, and the couple was closer than ever, their trust deepened by their mutual vulnerability.

But Noah, despite his best efforts to tamp the feelings down, secretly wished they could do more. They had enjoyed the first time, why not again? Rather than settling down, his fantasies continued to grow. While she was at the car show, he fantasized about her being seduced by some rich stranger, her defenses brought down by the confident, smooth-talking Casanova. Noah imagined her following him into a secluded room, and a dozen things happening from there, each more depraved than the last. But he kept the fantasy to himself instead of pushing his luck. He knew that one night with Jason ought to provide a lifetime of fantasies for the two of them, a single memory that would serve as a pressure-release for Noah’s desires.

They had it all under control. In another world, that night might have faded into their memories as a crazy early-20s experimentation, a fun little secret they would share just between them. But they hadn’t considered the other member of their secretive triad.

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Jason relaxed in his loft, the big open space serving as a good place for reflection. Outside, the city flowed, and the clouds slid by idly. He was old enough to recognize what was bothering him, though that didn’t make it any easier.

Courtney. That girl was lightning in a bottle. Not only had she been the highlight of his last project, with half the comments asking who she was, she had carved a cute little blond space for herself in the back of his mind. And then she stayed there, coming to mind more often than he’d expected.

But Jason might have blown it. He’d gone too far with her; he’d pushed the envelope, gotten caught up in the moment. And now he was supposed to move on, hook up with some beautiful, confident woman in the city. A woman who wasn’t complicated, wasn’t too much work. Someone who knew what they wanted. A few girls he could impress for a night and then say goodbye to in the morning.

And yeah. He’d done that a couple of times since the trip. But every day he kept thinking back to that tight little blonde, her innocent doe eyes, her perfect, round ass… Fuck it. Worth a shot. He picked up his phone and drafted a message.

“Hey! I will be passing through your neck of the woods next Tuesday. Have a busy day but wondering if you guys could meet up for lunch? I have another extensive project coming up and I figured we should probably talk it over in person.”

The text hit the couple’s phones at the same time. They were both just hanging out at home, Courtney browsing videos, Noah mid-edit. Both had to take a moment when it arrived.

“Uh… did you see…” Noah spoke first.

“Yup.” Courtney hadn’t considered this. More accurately, she had ignored the possibility. “What uh… what do you think?”

Noah’s mind raced. He couldn’t come up with a solid answer off the top of his head. But he had a solid alibi. “Well… I’m out at a job site all next week. No chance I can make lunch.” Then, something in Noah chose danger. Maybe it was all the dirty talk about Jason for the last two weeks, but he wanted to see where this went. “Um, but if you just wanted to meet up with him out in public that’s fine.” In a way, he was just continuing the little games they had been playing for two weeks now. A tiny little suggestion.

Courtney was a little dumbstruck by the answer. It was as if Noah had said, “Oh, I can’t make it, but if you want to lower yourself into the jaws of that shark, be my guest.” Wasn’t he even a little territorial? She checked herself. What Noah was doing was trusting her, not serving her up. And maybe he was having a little fun with it, but, like she had promised herself, nothing was going to happen.

She responded nonchalantly. “Hmm. Are you sure you don’t want to, like, talk anything over with him?”

“I mean, what am I supposed to say? ‘Thanks for fucking my girl with me?’” Noah said, sarcasm dripping.

Courtney laughed. “Okay. Well. Do you want me to go? Because if he has more work… it could be big.”

“I think you know it’s big, babe.” Noah said with a stupid grin and a wink.

“Oh shut up!” Courtney laughed. “Seriously, nothing is gonna happen. But if we’re going to keep working with him, I probably need to tell him that. Are you sure you can’t get lunch off?”

“Yeah… I’m thirty minutes out of town at the site. You can just meet and tell me how it goes… what, do you think he’s gonna make a move or something?” Noah was becoming engrossed in his fantasy.

Courtney responded in kind. “Oh, maybe. Maybe he’ll make a little subtle move under the table. A hand softly laid on my thigh… ” Courtney watched Noah’s expression go wide as she spoke. She changed her tone, jokingly haughty: “And imagine his shock as I tell him that ‘we had our fun, I’m not doing that again.’” Courtney wanted to channel Ava, the independent woman she had gone on the last trip with. Jason’s trips were guaranteed to be good exposure for Courtney. She just wanted to set some boundaries and put Jason in his place. It helped that her confidence was through the roof after a couple weeks’ sexual exploration: if she could control her fiancé, she could control Jason.

Noah was enamoured with Courtney’s energy. Her teasing was killing him, even if she had subtly shut down anything more. God, he wanted more. Yes, she was right: more was dangerous. But maybe there was a way to have both. “Babe, maybe you should give a little less of an ultimatum. He might want to go on another trip because he thinks he has a chance…”

Courtney adjusted her thinking. Noah was right. Maybe leaving the door cracked would invite some better opportunities. She smiled at her future husband. “Smart, babe. I like it.” She slowly stepped closer to him. “And I’m sure you’d love to hear all about it.” Courtney could play temptress, shut down any of Jason’s obvious advances, and get what she wanted in the end. She got in close to Noah, feeling devilish.

Noah met her in a kiss, before pulling back and looking her in the eye. “Oh you know I would. I wanna hear every last detail.”

Courtney texted Jason back, offering a pleasant spot for a quick bite, a cafe a couple blocks away. The idea of teasing both of them was pushing her excitement. She’d be able to rile up Noah and finally regain some honor by playing hard to get with Jason.

Jason noted the text and raised an eyebrow. Noah can’t make it, huh? That’s not exactly the interventional meeting he was expecting. Jason liked Noah, but the kid was just about completely clueless. Still, Courtney could make her own choices. He replied quickly, and the “meeting” was on.

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When the day came, Noah got up first, excited about the plan. Even the harmless get-together at a coffee shop was driving his imagination wild. Courtney was adamant about nothing happening, of course, which seemed wise to Noah, but a boy could daydream. Unable to keep his mind from racing, he was out the door and on the way to work. He sent one last text. “You’re gonna do great, babe. And try to have some fun to tell me about later…”

Courtney woke up late, with just enough time to get ready. She wanted to look good, of course, but it was weirdly similar to getting ready for a date. She spent too long picking out her outfit, and in the shower, she absentmindedly shaved her pussy before she realized Jason was not supposed to see it. Courtney chalked it up to nerves. Jason brought with him an intimidation factor that meant she had to be at her absolute best. Today, that meant every trick in the book: moisturizing, exfoliating, every little hack that her life as an influencer had taught her. By the end of her makeup routine, she was radiant, her big blue eyes accentuated by mascara and eyeliner. Courtney looked good, and she felt like she meant business. She was wearing a casual crop top and a favorite pair of jeans, the pair that made her ass look good.

The Cafe was a couple of blocks away, close enough to walk, but not so close as to be in her exact neighborhood. They lived in an up-and-coming district of the city, with busy streets lined with trendy shops and bars. She rounded the corner and immediately saw him, sitting at a table outside the coffee shop.

The butterflies started all over again. God dammit, Courtney. Jason was ‌such a presence. Yes, he was upper-middle-aged, his hair dashed with grey on the sides. Yes, his tanned face betrayed years of sunlit travel. But Jason was just so suave, and today was no exception. He was oozing confidence while sitting. She checked her phone and sent one last message to Noah. “He’s here. Talk to you later!” With the die cast, she steadily approached, eventually catching his eye as she neared the table.

Jason stood up. “Hey! Good to see you.” He reached out for a hug. Courtney practically melted into his arms, but managed to keep the hug just friendly. Jason continued. “Pleasant city you have here.”

“Thanks. This is my favorite spot for coffee, so I hope it impresses too.”

“I’m sure of it. What’s good here?” Jason gave a smirk. “Other than the company?”

Courtney rolled her eyes. “Good old-fashioned latte is my favorite.” They took their seats.

“Cool. Is that what you want?” Jason gestured to the waiter.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Courtney was thrown off by his directness. Guys her age, Noah included, could never quite just get to the point. In contrast, Jason got the waiter’s attention and ordered two lattes without a hitch.

As soon as the waiter was out of earshot, Jason started talking. “So. I figure we need to talk things over? I hope things aren’t weird. You guys are okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah. We’re great,” Courtney took a beat. “and we had a lot of fun. The both of us.”

Jason spoke with cool, collected relief. “Okay good. Phew. I was afraid I might have messed things up for you guys.”

“No! No. We’re better than ever, actually. So don’t worry about it.”

Jason didn’t want to press the issue. He could have just asked if she wanted to hook up. He could ask why she was here alone. But this wasn’t about a hookup. This was about putting things in place for a longer-term deal. Time to put that future in motion. “Okay good. Because I’ve got another shoot coming up for a place down in Miami. Really ritzy spot, fancy rooftop bar, attached club, beach access. It’s so fancy even I can’t get the penthouse, to give you an idea.”

The gears turned in Courtney’s head. Miami. The horniest city in the USA. Jason’s idea was already dripping with implications.

“Anyway, you are the perfect match for this job. I need someone your age to round out the roster. I can also admit that Noah is stellar behind the camera. You guys make a great package deal.” Jason pulled out his phone and scrolled to something before placing it down facing her. “This would be your cut.”

Courtney’s eyes went wide at the number. This was real money. Not “side hustle” money. Actual, serious, this-is-my-job money. “Oh. Wow. Are you serious?”

“Uh huh. You guys did a great job last time. I know you do good work.” He paused. “And you’re very very good company off the clock.” He smiled devilishly. “No expectations, of course.”

Courtney blushed. “Well… I need to talk to Noah about this.” Jason had stacked another layer of implication onto this already steamy plan. Courtney had to play some defense. “This is gonna be real work, right? I’m serious about making this my job.”

“Of course. I really mean it, no…other expectations. I would hope we still get along well, no matter what happens.” Jason said, a soft, pleading look in his eyes. “But a man can daydream. And if that’s all I get to do, that’s alright.”

Courtney let down her guard. Jason wasn’t laying it on too thick, staying respectful. Courtney even felt a twinge of rejection: Jason wasn’t trying as hard as she expected. They chatted about the industry for a bit and laughed about upcoming trends. Soon enough, they were done with their coffees.

Jason paid the bill without missing a beat, and turned to Courtney. “Well. I have about an hour to spare. Any other spots you can think of? I’m parked just down the street.”

Courtney latched onto the opportunity, still wanting to squeeze something more **** out of Jason.

“I know a couple cool spots in the neighborhood that I’d love to make some content about, actually. Maybe we can brainstorm together?”

“Sounds good. Lead the way.”

As they walked down the block, they continued chatting. Courtney felt inquisitive. “So… Miami. Is it everything they say it is?”

“And more. There’s something in the air down there. Great food, crazy tourists. Everyone kind of loses their minds when they visit.”

“Oh how so? Have you ever lost your mind down there?”

Jason feigned offense. “Me? Do something crazy? What gives you that idea?”

“Oh I wonder.” Courtney rolled her eyes in jest. “You couldn’t possibly have sent out any innocent invitations for a couple to join you in your room, for example.”

“Only just the one time, actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, typically, they ask me.”

Courtney scoffed at the cocky remark. And she believed him, though she wouldn’t admit it. “Sure, sure. You’re too cocky for your own good sometimes, you know that?” She stopped. They had missed their turn for the pop-up she wanted to stop in at. Absent-mindedly, she had walked them a few blocks in the wrong direction. In fact, she had walked them back to the entrance of her and Noah’s apartment building.

“So uh, this the place?” Jason looked up at the building quizzically.

Think Courtney! “Um this is actually my apartment. I need to get something really quick.” Courtney blurted out the statement and internally screamed at herself. Great move. Now the hunk thinks you brought him back here on purpose.

Jason could not stop a tiny smile from crossing his face. “Oh! No problem. Any time for a tour?”

Just an innocent tour, Courtney. You can stop this whenever you like. Even she was struggling to believe herself. “Um…” Courtney quickly checked her phone for any response from Noah.

Noah had spent the entire lunch hour, and then some, attempting to explain, in increasingly exasperated terms, the reason a six-inch deviation in a building’s support piling was, in fact, a significant problem. His supervisor, the only person anyone actually listened to, was nowhere to be found. Worse, deep in the sub-basement of the building, his phone service was completely out. He checked his phone anyway. It was 30 minutes past the time the meeting was supposed to have started. He desperately wanted to check in with Courtney, ask how it went, but for now, he was stuck.

Courtney looked up from her phone. Nothing. She knew Noah was busy, but absent any further instructions than to ‘bring him back something fun to talk about’ she was flying solo. Some advice that was now. The butterflies in her stomach were doing aerial acrobatics. “Uh, sure! Why not, if you have time.” Courtney had no other response available. She craved the escalation; she craved Jason’s desire. She would get him upstairs, tease something out of him to boost her ego, and that would be it. Even she had trouble believing herself.

The quick trip up the stairs to the apartment went by in a haze for Courtney. As she opened the door to her home, a tiny shiver of anticipation ran down her spine. This was a lot further than the original plan had envisioned.

“Ta-da. Here we are.”

“Wow. This is nice.” Jason shut the door behind them. “You’ve done a good job with the place, Courtney.”

“Thanks.” Courtney walked over to her studio corner, where she had her lights and camera stands for doing up-close things like makeup tutorials and vlogs. “This is pretty much my spot… everything is actually all remote… controlled…”

Courtney trailed off. Jason had followed her close, and she could feel him just behind her. Courtney turned around. She looked up at Jason, who towered a full head taller than her and then some. Her heart was beating out of her chest.

“Cute. Very cute. I like all the soft colors,” Jason said, his eyes intensely focused on her, “but I think I like the talent the most.” He leaned in to kiss her.

Courtney could not resist. Her mind quickly accepted that something was now going to happen. She reached up to kiss him back, and they were all over each other, hands and arms running along chests and legs, Jason reaching down to grab a handful of her ass. Consumed with mutual desire, they simply stood there feasting on the moment, tongues intermingling as they kissed in the middle of her studio space.

After the makeout session went on for a couple of minutes, Courtney felt her legs go heavy. Barely conscious of her movement, she released her lips from his and descended into a kneeling position. Courtney had one burning desire that she had secretly been harboring for all these weeks. A need to prove she was good at sucking dick. Any dick, not just Noah’s. And Jason was the perfect subject. If she couldn’t prove it today, she would at least get better. This was also the least bad option, as far as transgressions go. She looked up at him, a pleading look in her eyes.

Jason stared down at her, his ego swelling nearly as fast as his cock. He knew she couldn’t resist. And neither could he. There was power in the forbidden nature ‌of it all: the girl half his age, the ring on her finger, the **** look on her face. He smiled and placed a hand on her head. “Aw… what is it? What do you want?”

Courtney’s voice was small. “I want to suck your cock.”

“Well what are you waiting for, then?” Jason’s voice dripped with pride.

Courtney would not argue. Her hands scrambled at his zipper and quickly released his growing cock. She marveled at it again. It was stupid how big and hot his cock was. Her hands were on it immediately, every part of her focused on the implement before her. Her eyes practically crossed as she took in the view of his cock. She felt its heft in her hand, her mouth salivating at the sight. She closed her eyes and softly licked up and down his shaft, getting a feel for the size.

Courtney was here, kneeling in the spot where she normally explained some skincare process to her camera, and was instead getting ready to suck Jason’s cock. Her studio. Her studio. She looked up at Jason. His head was back, eyes closed, taking in the moment. She quietly reached down and grabbed her in one hand, and, almost entirely by muscle memory, she went to her remote-studio app and started every camera her studio had. Maybe Noah would be okay if this was supposedly all for him. A kinky video for his personal enjoyment. It was at least an alibi.

After a few long strokes with her tongue and hands, Courtney took the head in her mouth and slowly worked her tongue over it. Every motion seemed to further harden Jason’s member, and she wanted him as hard as possible before she got serious. Her hands stroked his shaft and balls. The entire act was an impressive show of coordination.

Her brow narrowed as she focused, and began taking his cock deep into her mouth, all the way back into her throat. Slowly, steadily, she sucked with ‌long, deep strokes, taking her time to stay focused. She knelt on the floor of her and her fiance’s shared apartment, sucking another man’s cock for minutes, building steam.

After a couple coughs and sputters, her gag reflex receded. She could take him deeper and deeper. Jason was in heaven. Everything she lacked in experience she was making up twice over with enthusiasm. She was treating his cock like a sacred honor, some kind of spiritual experience. As her confidence grew, she looked up at him, causing more pangs of possessive pride in Jason. She looked absolutely stunning with her lips around his cock.

Courtney was moaning with contentment as she felt her efforts paying off. His dick was rock hard, his hand was softly guiding her head. She was getting better. But she knew she needed to work faster. She picked up the pace, and with the change, her moans slowly turned more and more lewd as she took him ever deeper into her throat. Her pussy was soaking her panties through, and she feared her jeans were probably next. Slurping noises filled the apartment as she kept up her effort.

But she had to come up for air now and then. And Jason was feeling greedy: He wanted more than just a blowjob. While she dutifully sucked his cock, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, casting it aside. The next time she came up for air, he reached down and grabbed her sleeves. Courtney, cock-hungry and docile, let him pull her top off, followed by her bra, before resuming her work.

Soon enough, they were both naked. And Jason made his move. He softly pushed her down onto the plush rug in her studio corner and descended until he was over her. “Courtney you are a very very determined girl, do you know that?”

“And you are a very very insistent man” Courtney kept a hand on his cock, slowly jerking him off. She had, in part, wanted to suck him off to avoid going any further, and now she was trying to finish him with her hands. A bad bet with any man, and she knew it. In a single quick, decisive movement, his hands grabbed hold of her wrists and pinned her arms beside her head, while pulling her legs back to bare her pussy. So much for that plan.

Jason was now in full control. He slowly moved into position, staring down at her intensely as he did. Courtney felt his cockhead press into her, threatening her, before sliding up her slit. Every thrust felt amazing as Jason’s dick slid past her folds and over her clit. Every time, his cock tested her entrance.

She had to stop this before she broke all pretense of restraint. “We can’t…”

“You don’t want it?” Jason pulled his cock back.

“No, ugh, god, I want it.” Reflexively, her hips pushed her pussy up to chase his cock, before she caught herself. “But we can’t.”

“Why not, beautiful? He’s not here.” Jason’s steel-hard cock resumed its sliding.

That’s the problem. Courtney thought, dwelling on how fucked up she had let this all get. How Noah had unwittingly fed this desire inside of her. They could have just had their little fling with Jason a month ago and moved on, but now his cock was battering down her gates with no pretext, no threesome “excuse”. He wedged himself just at her entrance, before he popped out and slid his length up her smooth pussy. This should have stopped a long time ago, or a day ago, or ten fucking minutes ago. She shouldn’t have ever done anything with Jason. She had opened Pandora's Box, and there was no going back.

…There was no going back. Fuck it. As Jason started his next stroke, Courtney tilted her hips back to line up her tight pussy with his cock.

“…Please…” she mewled.

Jason savored his victory. “Huh? What do you want?” He pressed just enough to get his tip into her, her juices and his precum easing the way into her tight pussy.

“Aghhh… fuck me! Just fuck me please!” Courtney gave up on playing hard to get. Satisfied in her surrender, Jason relented in his teasing. Slowly, he pressed his hard cock into her. Courtney gasped in pleasure as she felt his girth stretching her, and shuddered as she felt his cock pass the point where Noah would have bottomed out. She looked down at her pussy as Jason violated her. Holy fuck. There was more. At least another three inches of dick were still visible outside of her. The first time with Jason, she had been a little drunk. This time, fully sober and aware, she was watching as each inch passed through her folds. His girth was heavenly, stretching her just the right amount. Finally, he bottomed out, his cock entirely buried within her. She moaned softly as his groin pressed against her clit. She felt astonishingly full. “Oh fuck you’re so big.” She whispered breathlessly.

Jason grinned back. “Do you like that? Do you like how hard you make me?”

“Mmm hmmm…” she hummed, drawing in a quick breath as she felt him start to pull back. “Hoooly fuck.”

As Jason pulled back, he reveled in his victory. He had won this little game of cat and mouse, and now he was claiming his tight little 22-year-old prize. “I’m glad you like it. I guess I shouldn’t say I told you so.”

She tried to roll her eyes, but Jason took the opportunity to grab hold of her legs, starting his strokes as he did. “You like it deep, huh?” He tilted her legs back so could get even deeper, now only a breath away from bottoming out on her cervix. Her sly face went to shock as she felt how deep he was getting.

The sensation was nearly overwhelming for Courtney. “Oh fuuuuck…” She was fully under his spell now, twisted up in a knot as he started his strokes. “So deep… oh my god. So good.” Discomfort quickly gave way to pleasure as her pussy adjusted to his member. Each thrust was heavenly, each better than the last.

He picked up his pace. “You like my cock, huh? You like my big fucking dick?” Jason growled. He stared down intensely at Courtney, his eyes piercing her sex-drunk stupor.

“Mmmm yes. Oh my god. So big- so good.” This was not the lovemaking she was used to. Noah would have started slow and sensual after warming her up with his tongue. This was different. This was fucking. Like Ava had bragged to her about. All the effort in trying to replicate this experience with Noah had not even gotten close to the real thing. Her senses were under ****: Jason’s rippling body, his scent, his primal voice. Courtney’s cheeks began to blush. Thrust after thrust drove deep into her folds, radiating pleasure up and down her body. For the first time since their last coupling, Courtney felt the oncoming rush of an imminent explosive orgasm. Not one of the usual ones that Noah so carefully pried out of her with his tongue, but another of the leg-shaking, mind-warping ones she had been chasing since that last encounter with Jason. Her eyes shot open wide as she realized it was coming.

“Fu- fuh- Fuuuck, Jasonn,” she desperately pleaded for more. “please, don’t stop”

Jason pushed his luck, his competitive side drawn out by Courtney’s shock and impending orgasm. “You fucking like that? Better than your boyfriend?”

Courtney said what he wanted to hear. “Fuck yesss.” It just so happened to also be true.

Jason pushed his luck. “You’re gonna cum for me? Gonna be my good little cheating slut and cum?”

His words hit her off guard, cutting straight through her carefully laid mental defenses. Courtney belted out her response: “Yes! YES! I’m gonna cum for you! I’m gonna- I’m gonna-” She was cheating on her fiance. She was Jason’s slut. She should have hated every word that he had just said. But Jason was fucking her unlike ever before. She was going to cum. Jason had staked his claim to her, and she was going to give herself up. The twisted reality of it finally broke the last barrier in her brain. “Oh fuck, fuck, oh my god-” Courtney’s voice trailed off into a long moan as the orgasm struck her like a tidal wave.

Jason looked down at the girl as her body convulsed in ecstasy. Her face went flush, and her voice went ragged as the last air in her lungs escaped along with her last bit of caution. This girl was something special. Jason typically got his partners off so he could have free rein over the rest of the fuck session. But staring down at the bubbly blonde, her legs and arms folded back like a knot, a feeling of pride overtook him. She was folding to his will, literally and physically. Jason realized what she was, really. She was an untouched virgin. Not in a technical sense, of course, but Courtney’s only other partner had probably been Noah, who simply hadn’t ever been able to push her to her limits. She was a beautiful slab of marble, ready to be carved into his plaything, thrust by thrust.

He continued to bear down on her, pounding her even as her pussy clenched down on his cock. Loud slaps filled the couple’s little studio as Jason pushed her orgasm on like a racehorse, taking her to the point of total release. As she finally started to come down, she reached a hand out to slow him, and he relented, hilting himself down in her and holding steady as she shook her way out of the orgasm.

“Holy… fuck…” Courtney whispered as she blinked back to reality. She realized the cameras were still running. Her plan to take a fun video of a blowjob had turned into a lot more.

“Missed me?” Jason said, a sly look on his face

“Yes,” Courtney admitted. “I missed this perfect cock.” She cooed, as she felt him pull back.

That little detail, that little exception, that Courtney just missed Jason’s cock, actually stung a little. Jason flipped Courtney over onto her hands and knees. It was his turn now. He lined up with her pussy and slowly slid into her from behind, admiring her supple, small frame. Her ass was a wonder in this position, a cute little heart shape that just begged to be spanked. He could oblige. As he picked up his pace, he slapped her lightly, her tight ass nicely reflecting his strike. Courtney yelped in response, then let out a low moan. With how wet she was, he knew he could really give it to her.

Jason grabbed her hair in one hand and spanked her with the other as he rammed his cock into her from behind. He wanted to leave an impression, both on her ass and in her pussy. He looked down at her ass as he spanked it. Her cute little asshole was begging for attention, but his hands were occupied.

Courtney was doing little yelps on every stroke, her head held up by his strong hand as he drove deep into her. She could already tell her pussy was going to be feeling this for a while, but she didn’t want it to stop; being so thoroughly used was just too good. She’d always liked doggystyle with Noah for the submissive, controlled feeling it gave her, but this was a whole new level. Courtney felt like a toy in his hands, and she bucked back into him, a willing slut.

Jason grit his teeth. “Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“N-not inside” Courtney had enough faculties remaining to know not to let that happen again. “N-not a good time”

That almost made Jason cum right then and there. This girl was some kind of adrenaline junkie, fucking raw at ‘not a good time’, and it only made his conquest that much sweeter. But orders were orders. Just as he was about ‌to explode, he pulled out, splattering her back with jet after jet of cum, the last few spurts thoroughly coating her tight little asshole and pooling in the small of her back. He grunted as he finished all over her, marking his territory here in her own home.

Courtney lay there in stunned silence before Jason returned from the bathroom with a towel for her. Had she ever really been in doubt that this was going to be the result? Guilt intermixed with satisfaction in her mind, confusing her emotions.

Jason spoke up. “That was fantastic. Your body is insane, you know that?”

Courtney cleaned up as best she could and stood up. “Thank you. That was… amazing.” She felt sore and released, like she’d just gotten a deep tissue massage. Well, I guess I did, sorta. But it had come at a cost. She had broken the promise she made to herself, and worse, she had yet again lied by omission to Noah. It was time to regroup. She gave Jason a hug and one last kiss, unable to control herself. “You should probably be going.”

“Of course,” said Jason, slipping on his clothes. “I’m still serious about that trip, by the way. I hope this doesn’t change that.”

“I don’t know. I… I wanna go, but…”

“Yeah.” Jason cut her off, knowing what she meant. But Jason had a feeling that Noah was complicit in this, maybe even put her up to it. He probably should have figured that out before rocking her world a second time, but the damage was done. And it was worth it. Jason really hadn’t had a girl so obsessed with his pleasure in a very long time. With one last goodbye, he stepped out the door and walked down the stairs.

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Courtney wallowed in her guilt as she showered. The little lies about what had happened on vacation had given way to an afternoon of giving herself up to Jason. Fuck. This was all so stupid and reckless. Her heart plunged thinking of what would happen if Noah found out. They were so close. Each other’s firsts for so much. Noah cared for Courtney more than anyone else in her life. Her mom hated her career choice, and her dad rarely paid attention on the phone. As the middle child, she’d always felt left out. But Noah had cared for her, obsessed over her, from the day they met. He was sweet and level-headed. He always joked that she was the dangerous one in their relationship. Now she’d proved him right. What had she done?

Courtney stiffened up. What had she done that Noah wasn’t at least aware of as a possibility? Noah had practically stepped out of the way so this might happen. Why did she feel guilty on his account? If he wanted a fiancée that got attention, a fiancée that was a tease, he was going to have to accept the risk that something like this would happen. Courtney took a deep breath. She had to come clean, but she had to have a plan.

Deep within her, the shame had changed. She was at first disappointed in herself for not resisting Jason’s temptation, but in retrospect, this was what she needed. An entire sexual world was out there that she had never experienced, and she would not feel guilty on her own behalf for taking part. She loved Noah, but their relationship was… different now. Her experiences with Jason, and Noah’s obsession with them, put the couple in uncharted territory. Jason, for all his power, was a sexual outlet, a toy, but not a threat. She wasn’t ready to be wholly honest with Noah about everything, but she knew they would be okay. Courtney had her plan. She sat down in her studio chair and shut down the cameras, and stashed the recordings in a folder where she could edit them before Noah got home. She picked up her phone and sent a text.

“Come straight home. I might have been bad…”

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Jason sat back in his loft, lazily taking in the view with his morning coffee in hand. Yesterday’s road trip had left him pretty drained, and something had to get the day off right. His trip to the gym had been a little unsatisfying, his morning shower somehow too cold no matter how he turned his faucet, and now he was trying to find solace in his final routine: A nice cup of coffee. It wasn’t working. He polished off the last drops in his mug and checked his phone. Working in social media meant he had a busy day, all day, managing people and sponsors. But this morning he scrolled past all those notifications and checked for… something. Someone.

Sigh. Why had this girl burrowed under his skin? Why was he unable to “smash and pass” like he had with almost every girl before? Particularly in the last 10 years, as the odds of finding a true “life partner” had dwindled, Jason had taken to a more laid-back approach to the opposite sex. Fun was fun; don’t get attached. He reflexively checked Courtney’s socials. There was her big beaming innocent face… she was half his age, and engaged. What was he thinking? This was downright dangerous. What he had done could destroy everything he had built. He should have just moved on after that first encounter.

Yet he felt… uncharacteristically possessive. His favorite hookup in Chicago, Erin, slept around. No problem. He always enjoyed a visit with Trish, but knew she was up to no good every year at Burning Man. Courtney, however… some engaged girl he’d had twice? That was a different story. Jason coveted her. Her cute little boyfriend be damned. His mind wandered, imagining her bent over his countertop, begging for more, telling him just how much better he was than her fiance. Any moment now, she would message him about Miami. Any moment now. His phone dinged.

Noah.

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