Bitch, I Love You - Sex Stories

Bitch, I Love You

... a good way, the kind that tingled me up inside. The truth was that I'd been trying not to press myself against Heater. I was nervous to be told off again—not just nervous, paralyzed.

Heather wrapped her arms around me, just above my waist, and pulled me down to her. Of course I let her, collapsing into her softness. We wriggled against each other trying to find a position where our ribs didn't grind. When we did, it felt like two puzzle pieces slotting into place. I swallowed my dreamy sigh.

"Fuck," said Davin.

"Nice view?" asked Heather.

It better have been. With my knees straddling Heather's hips, and my back now arched in proper hoe form, I was spread lewdly for Davin. Heather grabbing, and shaking, my ass only emphasized the point.

"Bet you can't wait to get in there," Heather said.

Davin groaned, which was a nice review. And one that my confidence needed, after seeing Heather's perfect pornstar pussy.

"And, guess what Davin? I've got a surprise for you." Heather's thin flingers walked their way across my spread cheeks. Seemingly without concern, they crossed that threshold into intimacy, where my skin felt thin, and my nerves yelled in a confused thrill. I had to literally bite my lip to keep quiet, as four fingers splayed themselves around my asshole, a lewd presentation to draw Davin's eye. "Melly likes it here, too," Heather said.

"Not yet, idiot!" I squeaked. I felt bad, immediately. But the thumb eagerly prodding my unlubricated hole had ...

... startled me.

"Sorry," said Davin.

"It's okay," I said. "Let's just— Work our way up to it, okay?"

Heather was cracking up beneath me.

"You've got another job to finish first, anyway. Come on Davin, really give it to her," I said.

"Mmmh," agreed Heather. Though it transformed into a squeak as Davin's thighs slapped against hers. The impact passed into my thighs now, too, jiggling me for shameless, lewd, viewing even without Heather's assistance.

Heather's, "Oh," lips were back. But subtle this time. Their real form. Her eyes were still closed, and even though I was pretty sure I was breaking one of the unwritten threesome rules again, I couldn't bring myself not to just stare.

The slap of our thighs was fast and steady now. Davin was fucking Heather in the proper sense of the word. She filled the room with a consistent stream of squeaks that bled into each other as Davin found his enthusiastic pace.

Then I felt something. Heather's fingers, at the place where our hips met. They searched, scrabbling, for a way in, and when I shifted my weight they shot between us down to where our sexes lay almost touching.

Her finger on her clit was frantic, circling in time with the pounding she was getting. And I, lucky me, could feel every nuance of my friend's self pleasure because her knuckle, simply through the mechanics of our position, pressed up into me.

It wasn't like I was going to cum. Even with a discrete reposition on my part, Heather was only barely ...