Megan and Mitchell - Sex Stories

Megan and Mitchell

Author’s note: This is a non-linear story. It jumps to and from the past and present. I separated the time jumps with a series of asterisks. I hope that helps some. Editing thanks go to Todger65. Megan and Mitchell Chapter 1 Jordan’s toes curled once again, her legs propped on Mitchell’s shoulder, his tongue swirling around inside her pussy. She gripped the sheets of his bed on the sunny Sunday morning having been awakened by Mitchell’s probing tongue. Mitchell guided a hand up her stomach, coming to a rest on one of her large breasts, squeezing it gently while his mouth worked below. His phone on his bedside table vibrated a third time in the last five minutes. “Mitch, stop, please?” the 27 year old blonde asked her friend. Mitchell sighed, sitting up, glancing to the phone, “I should’ve turned it off. I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. But maybe check it to be sure it’s not an emergency?” Jordan asked. Mitchell reached for his phone, his eyes widening, seeing it was his stepdad calling. Perhaps it was an emergency. He answered the phone, getting off the bed, leaving the room, glancing back at a nude Jordan. Jordan stretched in the sunlight, waiting for Mitchell to return, casually playing with her long blonde locks. Several minutes passed before he returned to his bedroom. It looked as though he had just seen a ghost, his face flushed of color, his eyes blinking rapidly. “What’s wrong? What happened?” Jordan asked, concerned about her friend with benefits, Mitchell. Mitchell slowly ...

... sat on the edge of his bed, eyes to the floor. “Mitch?” Jordan asked, resting her hands on his shoulders. “That was my stepdad. He and my mother are divorcing. She’s coming out here to live with me,” Mitchell solemnly informed Jordan. “Oh,” she said, slightly sighing of relief that no one had died or was hospitalized. “I’m sorry?” Mitchell sat, shaking his head, unable to speak. “Is that bad?” Jordan asked, rubbing his shoulders. “Yeah.” “I see. Um, well, is there anything I can do?” Mitchell shook his head once more, “I gotta start cleaning. She’ll be here next week. I’m not in the mood to hear her whine and complain about this place being messy.” Mitchell stood, gathering his clothes, “Plus I’m not horny anymore. Sorry,” He sighed. “Hey, It’s ok Mitch,” Jordan smiled, standing to hug him. “I’d feel pretty crappy too after hearing news like that.” “He didn’t even say why they are divorcing. It’s like he wanted her out of his hair as soon as possible. I don’t blame him,” Mitchell rested his head on Jordan’s shoulder. “He told me she requested to stay with me. I tried to ask why she couldn’t go stay with my Aunt. But he was in a hurry to get off the phone.” “Well hopefully she won’t be too annoying,” She attempted to comfort him. “Yeah,” he shrugged, the somber tone of his voice showed he didn’t believe that for a second. “I gotta go soon anyway. I want to get some sleep before my flight. We didn’t sleep much last night, did we?” Jordan winked. “Heh, nah,” Mitchell watched his ...