Make an Impression

"I hate this asshole," I said for what seemed like the tenth time in as many minutes. Colin was silent as he drove toward the apartment complex Aaron lived. This whole thing was making me second guess going through with... well... all of it. Only two things stopped me. The first was Colin's excitement. Beyond the uncommon moments where he was in the mood for some sexy time, he only got this worked up about sex when he used 'his' toys on me. I was still trying to understand how he found this whole situation exciting and erotic, but that was people for you. There were a lot of kinks out there that got people going, I just never expected, 'watching your lovely, amazing, and sexy girlfriend getting railed by a douchebag' was one of them—or that Colin of all people would be so interested in it.

The second part—and I was loathe to admit this—was a morbid curiosity in me. A small, a very small, part of me wondered what it would be like to have sex with someone besides Colin. Wish it wasn't a conceited ass womanizer bastard, but this was the path Colin set us on.

"You say that as if it's a bad thing," Colin said softly.

"What?"

"Well, if you hate him, then I guess I don't have to worry about him stealing you or anything," he said in a way meant to be a joke. It fell flat. He sighed. "Erin." His voice went serious. "I know you're anxious about this, but everything is going to be okay. If you don't want to do this, we won't."

"But you want me to," I countered, glancing out the window.

"I would be lying if I said I didn't." He paused, turning the wheel to pull into a parking lot. "But you were the one who said it sounded like fun."

"Before I met the guy I was supposed to do it with."

"And what if the sex is amazing? Best-you-ever-had levels of amazing."

He parked as I thought it over. "And you?"

"What about me?"

"Well, you are the only one I've ever had sex with before. Being better means..."

"I'm not so insecure to care about that."

"So you believe."

"So I know," came the snap reply. He was serious, gaze never faltering. "I love you, Erin. That won't change."

The sincerity in his eyes gave me a burst of courage that chased away the lingering doubts. Our relationship could weather a misstep like this. If things didn't turn out as either of us expected, we'd put it down as, 'tried but didn't work' and move on.

"I love you too," I said, leaning over to kiss him. It was short and tender.

"Come on," he said, popping open his door and getting out. Sighing, I followed after him.

The apartment complex was just what you'd expect from a college town, which meant every floor was identical in size and design—a set number of two or four bedrooms for students—with tiny kitchens, living rooms, bathrooms, and small balconies. We reached Aaron's apartment quickly enough. Colin took the lead, knocking on the door. My heart leapt to my throat when the door opened. There was Aaron, smug, punchable expression on his face.

"Quicker than I thought," he said with a grin, eyes resting on me. "Normally girls like you take a bit to think things over, but I guess you wanted to a ride on the Aaron D: Express." Any response I was readying would be ignored as he stepped aside and gestured for us to step inside. His hand lingered at the base of my spine as we walked through. As soon as we were inside, it traveled lower. He rested it upon my ass as we made our way into his home.

I grit my teeth. The way he touched me felt like he was laying claim. Colin saw this, glancing my way. I saw his eyes move to my ass where Aaron's hand rested.

He said nothing.

Our eyes met.

He looked away.

I think—and this is going to sound dumb considering all the steps getting to this point—that it really sunk in. I was going to have sex with another man. Beyond that, Colin was going to watch me do it. Possibly enjoy watching me. The part of me excited by all this was concerning. I didn't want to enjoy this but... Sex was enjoyable, wasn't it? That enjoyment was something I craved. Wasn't that why we were here?

Maybe Colin wasn't the one I should be worried about.

The place was a mess even by my standards. Clothes scattered over every surface. Food containers stacked in towers. A pair of women's panties on the ground beside a trash can full of empty cans.

He led us back to the bedroom area. It was cleaner than his living room, but not by much. At least he made some effort, picking up some clothes off the floor and tossing them at an open dresser drawer before flopping down on his unmade bed. I noticed a chair sitting near the bed. It was out of place, not something one would normally see in a bedroom. It was one of those plush leather ones, though it didn't really have the space to recline.

Aaron saw where my attention had gone and grinned. "It was a bitch to fit in here, but worth the effort. Don't want the audience uncomfortable, ya know?"

My back stiffened at his voice and the implication of his words. My heart hammered against my chest as Colin moved around me, fingers brushing against my back as he passed. He didn't look at me as he sat back in the chair. My eyes didn't move from him, nerves causing a slight tremble through my body.

"My man. He knows what's up." Aaron's lewd gaze went to me. "Let's not waste anyone's time. We all know why we're here."

I stood motionless. Now that it was time, I found I couldn't move. My mind raced with thoughts of what was about to happen. My partner count was about to hit two—and number two was this fucking asshole.

My eyes met Colin's and he gave me a small smile and a nod of encouragement.

Hands grabbing the bottom of my shirt, I began to pull it upward—

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Aaron said, interrupting. "I know you're in a rush to get some Grade-A D, but you seriously aren't just going to just undress, are you?"

I glared at him. "For a man who brags about being an expert in this, you don't seem to understand how things work."

He laughed, running a hand through his hair. "This girl..." He sighed. "Right, Right. New and all that. Course you don't know how this works. Remember what I said? You need to impress me, not the other way around. You want the cock? Best be working for it."

One.

Two.

Three.

One.

Two.

Three.

Fuck. Counting and taking breaths didn't work. I wanted to throttle this prick. Never been more tempted to leave more than this very moment. If not for Colin sitting there with a... hungry? look.

God damn it.

I took another breath. If he wanted a show, fine. I'd give him a show. With each passing second, my heart beat faster, blood pumping through my veins at lightning speed as sweat dripped down my forehead, my heart hammering against my chest. My hands worked against the fabric of my shirt as I tried desperately to keep calm while my body threatened to betray me.

"You ready?" Aaron asked when five seconds had passed since my last exhalation. "Cause I'm feeling pretty impatient right now."

The word "Yes" formed on my tongue before dying away as my lips trembled. I slowly moved my hips. His grin grew wide, making it clear he knew exactly what this meant. It was time to play. His eyes raked over my form. They stopped at my neck, where his gaze lingered. Then lower, resting between my breasts, then again higher, until his eyes rested upon mine once more.

As I swayed and danced to an invisible tune, my hands found the hem of my shirt and teasingly began lifting it. I felt Colin's eyes watching me but I kept them forward. A view of my navel before I released my t-shirt and let it fall, covering myself again. Rotating slowly in my dance, I had my hands run over my body in a move I hoped was sexual. The tingling that came with this move wasn't lost on either man—I saw Aaron lean back and arch his head; Colin leaned forward in his seat.

A weird sort of thrill was taking hold. Both men were enthralled. I felt... wanted. Powerful.

By the time my seductive dance finally had my shirt removed, the smirk on Aaron's face was gone. A raw hunger and lust were plain on his face. He stared at me like a hungry wolf staring at a slab of meat hanging from a tree limb, waiting to be brought down to feed upon. My fingers ran across my stomach and chest, not stopping at my breasts or anything too overt. All that bluster about me impressing him and he looked ready to leap up and drag me back to bed with him. This wasn't turning out anything like I'd expected.

But then, why did it turn me on?

My hands stopped their exploration as I reached for the button holding my pants together. With practiced movements, I undid them and slid them off my legs, stepping out of them without losing momentum as I moved.

As the air hit my exposed flesh, it left goosebumps along my arms, thighs, and stomach. My hand brushed the front of my panties to find a familiar dampness there. My lips parted in a silent moan as I continued to sway, hand making suggestive movements against my panties. Seeing Aaron's transfixed gaze, I found myself giving him a small, 'you like what you see' smile before giving my lower lip a small, seductive bite.

He rewarded me by sliding a hand beneath his shorts, running two fingers through his semi-erect cock. The bulge grew bigger before he grabbed his shaft and squeezed.

It took everything within me to maintain my composure. Not that I could tell anyone this, but I was enjoying this far more than I ever thought I would. I had two men absolutely drooling over me and I'd had yet to reveal anything fully.

Unhooking my bra, I held it against my chest. One strap went to my shoulder and slid down my arm. I looked at Aaron, staring at him as some suggestive shoulder moves nudged the other to my arm as well. My gaze never left his as I pulled my hand away. The cool air brushed across sensitive skin, causing a light shudder of anticipation. Anticipation of something hotter touching them soon enough.

I danced a few steps, looking back into Aaron's eyes over my shoulder. Huh. My panties somehow found themselves at my feet in the process. Oh well. I slowly turned around, bending at the waist, exposing myself to both men as they stared at me like a goddess in their presence. I straightened again with an exaggerated movement. Slowly, I walked toward him with a slight sway of my hips.

Leaning forward, his eyes were on my tits as my hands rested on his knees. I waited until he had his fill and finally met my eye.

"Enticing enough?" With a twisted smirk of my own, I made an exaggerated glance at his crotch to show I already knew the answer.

"Fuuuuck. Me," he breathed, words dripping with desire. "You a stripper or something? That was fucking hot. Had I known it would have been that good, I'd have put on some music."

Aaand there it was. After all that work, the building of the mood, how I lost myself in the moment, all gone. A bucket of ice water to suck all the excited energy from the moment. I bit my lower lip to keep quiet—anything else and I feared my anger and frustration would spill out. I didn't want to make a scene but fuck me. I'd actually been having a lot of fun up until now. Had he just kept his fucking mouth shut...

But no. He couldn't help himself. And once more, the second he did speak, all my passionate dislike for the asshole came rushing back.

I pulled back. Towering over him, I crossed my arms. The look in my eyes could be read easily enough: disappointment.

I expected him to take the hint. Instead, he let out a laugh. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. You want to see the goods too." Without any hint of shame or care, his shorts and underwear were off. His cock bobbed at me with an obvious need. My eyes lingered longer than I wanted. It was impressive. I hated that was the first thing I thought seeing it. I'd guessed he was fairly big by the erection, but with his hand down his pants I'd guessed that was inflating things. It wasn't.

Colin was a decent size, but Aaron had length and girth—the roundness giving his eight or nine inches that extra oomph.

"Impressive, isn't it?" His voice dripped with pride as he stared at me with a challenging smirk on his face. "Bigger than what you're used to."

I shrugged it off, playing it casually. "Not really."

Aaron snorted as if he knew I was lying. I followed his gaze to where Colin was sitting. It didn't escape me that my boyfriend was sporting an erection, or that he was watching the scene before him with an intensity I'd never seen from him before. Something in my heart fluttered and took flight. My breathing deepened and my skin felt like it was humming beneath my flesh. He was enjoying this. Truly enjoying it.

My attention went back to Aaron. That annoying fucking smirk was there. No way was I going to let him dictate everything.

"All I see is that I made an impression. You..." My eyes went down to his crotch before making a dismissive shrug.

That seemed to do it. It felt even better watching that damn smile fall from his face.

"Oh-ho. So the horny slut has some bite to her after all." Fuck this guy. Damn his smugness. Where did it all come from? He stood. I took a step back without realizing it as he approached me. Leaning forward, I felt the heat of his breath as he whispered. "Would be damn more convincing if you weren't dripping wet."

I felt my face heat. I didn't say anything as he stepped away. "But you're right. I should give a sampling." Reaching up, he peeled off his shirt to reveal an impressive body. Muscles bunched and flexed along with his smooth torso. His pecs and abs were perfectly sculpted and cut. He turned and moved to the bed. And then it hit me. His ass was... perfect. Not just nicely shaped, but perfectly formed too.

A familiar feeling settled into my belly as my eyes lingered before I caught myself. Shit. Was I seriously that easy? Once I got worked up like this, things seemed... easier. The lingering promise of sex pulled me along. The drive to achieve it was steadily growing and I found myself not caring who I had sex with, only that I got what I wanted. Fuck! What was wrong with me?

My hands ran over my lower abdomen, trying to calm the excited twitches there. Aaron looked over at me. "Come here."