Whatever is Necessary

The three of them were in the living room of Marco's house. The air was thick, charged with unspoken possibilities. Marco felt a knot of nerves in his stomach, but he held onto the plan, to the decision he had made. He stood up from the sofa, grabbing the keys from the table.

"Well, I have to go out," he announced, his voice sounding more casual than he felt. "I'm going to my grandma's for a bit. Make yourselves comfortable, you can keep talking or play something."

Lucy, from her spot on the sofa, looked at him with bright eyes and a mischievous smile. "How comfortable?" she asked, her voice a seductive challenge.

Marco looked at her, then at Javier, and back to her. "Whatever is necessary," he replied, and with that loaded phrase, he turned and left the house, closing the door behind him.

The instant the sound of the closing door faded, Javier pounced on Lucy. He didn't waste a second. He pressed his mouth to her neck, kissing and licking her skin while his hands began an eager exploration of her body, focusing almost immediately on her breasts, squeezing them over her loose blouse.

"Mmm," Lucy moaned, letting herself get carried away by the sudden ****. The sensation was overwhelming. After a few moments, however, she gently pushed him away. "Wait, Javier. I need to change. These clothes aren't comfortable for being at home." She asked him to step out of the room for a moment so she could change. She felt, ironically, that it would be moving too fast if he saw her completely in her underwear, even though she had already shown him her naked breasts.

But Javier was cunning. "No, no," he said, his voice a hoarse murmur. "Why should I leave? Do it here, in front of me."

She hesitated, and in that hesitation, her mind made a naive connection. She compared the situation to her neighbor, who hadn't seen her breasts but had seen her panties. "It's just... it's different," she began to say, and without quite knowing why, she started telling him her adventures. Pretending it was a secret she was hiding from Marco, she recounted how the neighbor spied on her and how she, to teach him a lesson, had given him her used, wet panties.

The story lit a fire in Javier's eyes. In his mind, the image of Lucy transformed. He never imagined she was so innocent and, at the same time, so incredibly perverted. After hearing her, he devised a plan and, with his words, convinced her. "See, it's not so different," he told her softly. "If that old pervert could have your panties, why can't I see you in them? Besides, you won't be naked. You'll end up in a bra and panties anyway. What's wrong with that?"

Lucy, trapped in her own twisted logic, nodded. In any case, he wouldn't see her completely naked. She proceeded to do as he said.

She stood up and, under Javier's hungry gaze, took off her dress. For the first time in her life, a man other than her father saw her in her underwear. A simple, white set. The vulnerability of the situation made her shy and, at the same time, deeply aroused her. Javier immediately approached and placed his hands on her breasts, this time feeling only the thin fabric of her bra. "Take it off," he whispered in her ear. "It'll be like last time."

With her heart pounding, feeling that now she was really going too far, Lucy nodded. She reached behind her back, unhooked the bra, and let it fall to the floor. And there she was, to Javier's delight: the most beautiful girl in school, with her breasts exposed, a perfect mix of innocence in her gaze and perversion in her actions. He contemplated her pink nipples, already hard with arousal.

Lucy, clumsily, lay back on Marco's bed and let herself be carried away by the excitement Javier's caresses provoked.

Almost an hour later, Marco returned home. He made no noise as he entered. He left the keys at the entrance and went up the stairs in silence. He approached his bedroom door and pressed his ear against the wood. What he heard made his blood run cold and gave him an instant erection: Lucy's unmistakable moans and Javier's lewd words.

Inside, Javier was taking full advantage of Lucy's vulnerability. After a while of caressing her breasts, knowing she was incredibly aroused, he proceeded to take one of them into his mouth.

"Ah!" Lucy's moan was so loud and sharp that Marco heard it with crystal clarity from the other side of the door. She felt Javier rubbing his hard cock against her crotch, over her panties. This was going too far, a part of her thought, but it felt too good to stop it.

Javier devoured her breasts, his breathing heavy. He had to take full advantage of this situation.

"It's... it's the first time," Lucy said between moans, "that someone has done something like this to my breasts." Deep down, she knew no one had ever gone this far, not even her only boyfriend, but she kept telling herself that this was what Marco wanted.

"Maybe Marco doesn't have the technique," Javier said, his voice muffled against her skin.

"Marco... Marco has never sucked my breasts," she replied between moans. "He's only touched them. He hasn't even seen them."

That surprised Javier. "Really? I could have sworn he'd already eaten you all out."

"I'm still a virgin," Lucy confessed. "Marco still hasn't touched me completely."

This entire conversation unfolded between moans and the wet sound of Javier's mouth.

"Then," he said, with renewed energy. "I'll eat your virgin breasts. So delicious." And he proceeded to devour them with much more eagerness. This made Lucy moan uncontrollably. The scene lasted for a good while, a symphony of her moans and the rhythmic rubbing of Javier's erection against her intimacy.

Marco, on the other side of the door, with an erection so large it hurt, decided that was enough. Although one part of him felt a dark and overwhelming arousal from the situation, another part, that of the possessive boyfriend, couldn't take any more.

He raised his fist and knocked on the door.