Kayla DIRT #4

Lisa isn’t an athlete, but she’s limber. Maybe it’s from all the cat burglar-style creeping around she does to get her candid shots. Whatever it is, she has no trouble arching her back far enough to look you in the eyes when you fuck her from behind in the admin building’s tiny bathroom. With her pantyhose and underwear around her thighs and her skirt hiked up over her hips, she pushes eagerly against you as you keep your hand firmly over her mouth and slam into her with your hips.

It's always like this. She pisses you off on purpose to rev you up, and then when you think you’re teaching her a lesson, you are really just giving her what she wants. Her juices drip to the floor as you pound her viciously. An extra cruel yank on her hair just makes her shiver. You can’t even have the half-victory of leaving her unsatisfied because nothing makes her cum faster than a hate-fuck. She’s already on her second. You grunt in frustration and look down at her pale ass and the creampie in progress. You finish with a sigh and pull out.

You fan your face with one hand as you put yourself away while Lisa pulls up her underwear and tries to straighten her outfit. She leans on the sink and peers at the mirror to fix her hair and makeup. You catch your breath, looking at her back. You can’t understand how someone can be so sexy and so obnoxious at the same time. Sex with Lisa is great. The thought of going on a date with her? You cringe at the thought. Her ex was a trooper to hang in for as long as he did.

She finishes fixing herself up and sprays air freshener liberally. She turns on you with a little smirk.

“I guess I can get your creepy **** photos for you,” she says, and it takes all your self-control not to hit her.

“Just forget it,” you say.

“Maybe I want to see her naked now,” Lisa says airily, tossing her hair. “Maybe I’ll buy her a drink. Tell her what her big sister does to me.”

“I’ll tell your boss what Kayla’s big sister does to you,” you mutter, slipping past her to the door. “Forget the whole thing.”

“Sure,” she says, pinching your butt on the way out.

You never should’ve asked her about Kayla. And you need a girlfriend. Lisa is not good for you. She isn’t good for herself, either. Great. You hate her and you’re worried about her. As though you didn’t have enough problems already.