Little Miss Calculation - Sex Stories

Little Miss Calculation

... it would be. She’d caught him eyeing the curvy brunette more than once. “And you’re sure about this?” “Well, don’t get too excited about it.” He grew serious, although like always, Elaine couldn’t tell if he was fucking with her. “Well, let’s just think about this a sec. Could be a bad idea, us working with her and all.” How was Hayden the voice of reason here? “But don’t you think that it’s kind of the ideal situation?” “Have you even met this Thomas?” “Yes. I mean kind of. The real point is that they have each other. There’s no risk of developing feelings for us, you know?” Hayden stared at her with a thought on his tongue, but when he spoke, all he said was, “Uh huh.” He pushed up to his feet and stood over her, shadows dancing over his lean muscles, and offered her his hand. She glanced at his cock, swinging soft but still a little engorged, and felt like a slut for wondering how quickly she could get him hard again. Instead, she took his hand and stood. The gym was eerily quiet now that it was closed. A shiver passed up her spine as he led her to the dark of the locker room. Neither of them liked the glaring fluorescence in here, so they kept all but the emergency lights off, but deep shadows brought the little girl out in her. She caught her reflection in the mirror, her nearly dry, nude body trailing the equally naked Hayden. You’re not that girl anymore. They stopped before the bench where they’d left their clothes. Hayden took a seat and drew Elaine down to her. ...

... “What are you really worried about?” She brushed his face. It was smooth today. He’d shaved. She’d noticed he started doing that when there was a possibility they’d be getting together. She rolled her eyes and tipped her head back. “I guess messing up a good thing.” He kissed her neck. “So I’m a good thing? Aren’t you always going on about how I’m a bad thing for you?” “Oh, just shut up.” Elaine kissed him hard before he could make some witty comeback. She traced the topography of his chest. The ripple of his abs. She found him erect. Ready. She pushed him onto his back, the wooden bench nestled between his shoulder blades, and climbed on top. Even after their frenzied session in the showers, she still gasped as he entered her. She stretched around the paradox of hard and soft flesh and curled her toes on the rubberized matting of the locker room floor. They settled into a slow, luxurious rhythm. The bench offered some unique positions and in the past month, Hayden and Elaine had explored most of them. Her favorite, though, was this one — straddling his prone body, her feet flat on the floor, giving her a full range of motion with her legs. She controlled the pace — hard when she needed it, but mostly long and slow — and she teased herself, pushing herself to the brink before slowing things down again. It also allowed her to steal not so subtle glances at Hayden. “Go on and look,” he said, folding his arms behind his head. The posture caused his muscles to flex and grow. She ...