Bitch, I Love You - Sex Stories

Bitch, I Love You

... stud," Heather said. "Do you think you could grab us some drinks?"

"Yeah, of course," Davin said.

"Water," I clarified. "And, maybe give us a few minutes alone?"

There was a pause before Davin said, "It's my room."

"Yeah. It's just, girl talk. You know?"

"It's not like we're going to steal anything. Nothing I can't hide up my vag, at least." Heather added.

I heard the clink of a belt buckle, and Davin stepping heavy on the thin wood flooring. "Right. Sorry. I'll uh, be back with some water in ten."

"Fifteen," I said.

"...Sure"

Behind me a door squeaked open, and then closed. I shifted my weight, not to move, but just to admire again how well I fit against Heather.

"Stop it," she said.

"What?"

"Falling in love with me. I can feel you doing it."

I nuzzled her neck. "You're just projecting." I tried a little nibble.

"Gah!" Heather tried to make a barrier with her hand. "Eww. Did you drool on me?"

"Kisses?" I suggested hopefully.

"From a sucker fish, maybe!" Laughing, she shoved me off of her.

It wasn't really a single shove. More a series of increasingly instant adjustments as she sat up and rolled me over at the same time. The result was that I ended up on my back, but half sitting up.

I found myself clutching at my pussy. "Dude. Careful!"

"Hmm?" Heather asked, shaking out her hair. The curls bounced back admirably, except for a stubbornly mussy section near where my head had been.

"I'm," I wiggled my fingers against ...

... my vagina, testing, "you know... full."

"Oh. Right."

We both looked at each other, then down at my finger covered vagina. I knew what I wanted to say. Hell, I knew what I was supposed to say, and it was the same thing. Heather had all but promised to eat me out once Davin came inside me. And it was so rationally clear that she was waiting for me to direct her to do just that. But for some reason, even though the words were right there, bouncing around in my head, I was too nervous to say them.

Heather waited for me. She was even patient about it. But eventually, she had to give up. "Hey Melly?" she prompted.

"Yeah?"

"Are you having fun?"

I nodded, feeling silly and meek.

"Good. Me too." When I still didn't say anything she leaned in conspiratorially. "Thanks for making me throat him. That was hot."

"Bet you're sad he didn't cum in your mouth though," I blurted out. They were not the words I'd originally planned.

Heather visibly stopped herself from rolling her eyes. "Yes," she said, with the flat inflection of a porn actress reviewing her lines. "I wish there was some way I could still have his cum."

"Fuck it. Come here," I reached out for handles of Heather's hair, not unlike how I'd controlled her for Davin. She let me pull her in, and down, between my legs.

It wasn't how I would have chosen Heather to meet my pussy for the first time. I still felt swollen and puffy from fucking Davin, messy too—better not to visualize that. I peeked down at ...