I don’t really remember what I did for the rest of the day. I recall that I at least had the wisdom to call Eniola and apologize, but I just had to go into work. After all, I wasn’t really on vacation… If the boss calls, I answer. She seemed to understand. The rest of the time? I think I mostly just drove around, afraid of what I would do if I went back home to Bisi by myself.
Eventually, I did go back, purposely late so that I was sure Eniola would be there. Bisi was dressed fairly normally for once, which was kind of a relief. I did notice her glare at me when I first came in, but afterward, she acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. Every time I looked at her though, all I could do was imagine that hot body underneath the clothes… and how close I was to having it…
When late-night finally came, I was anxious to get into bed. My nerves were shot, mostly from unending arousal, anger, guilt, and more arousal. I hadn’t forgotten what Bisi said to me before I left that morning. Partly because of that… well, mostly because of that, I didn’t want to have sex with Eniola. I mean, I sure as hell wanted (needed) to get laid, but the shame I felt made me want to just put it off until she was gone. She’s right; I can’t stop thinking about her.
We were both in bed, and I made no move on my girlfriend. Almost as if on signal, she made one on me. I was lying on my side, facing away from her. She leaned into me and brought one arm around my chest. “You know… If we’re quiet, I might give you a little romance…” she flirted.
Her hand drifted down and found me already hard. “Ah, I think you’ve been neglected too long…”
I bit my tongue as she tenderly stroked me. You really have no idea…
It didn’t take long before we were wrapped in each other’s body and fucking. Part of me wanted to just ravage her and take out all my aggression… But our apartment walls were thin. We had to be gentle. God forbid sweet innocent Bisi be exposed to a little sex. That goddamn girl… With every thrust into my girlfriend, I secretly imagined it was her little sister’s body I was taking. She completely dominated my mind.
I was almost resentful as Eniola came. I was desperately wondering what it would be like to make Bisi shake underneath me. The thought of her tight body wrapped around mine, moaning and begging like the little slut she is… I knew it was wrong to be thinking about her. Not just wrong… Completely *fucked* up. That didn’t stop me from having an explosive orgasm, with Bisi’s taunting words haunting me as I came into my girlfriend’s pussy.
We both fell asleep afterward; I was completely exhausted, mentally, and physically.
At some point though, I was woken up in the middle of the night.
I felt a hand gingerly caressing my balls, the thumb rubbing against the base of my growing dick. My eyes tried to adjust to the dark. What the hell has gotten into Eniola? She almost never wants it in the middle of the night. And especially so soon after…
Then it hit me.
My head jerked over to the side of the bed. Bisi was kneeling next to me, her arm stretched underneath the covers, shamelessly stroking me. My heart nearly leapt out of my throat as soon as I realized what was going on. I shot my arm down to my waist to grab her.
“Shh…” Bisi lightly whispered, “Don’t wake her up…”
“What the…!?” I fastened my mouth shut and willed myself to calm down a little bit. I started again, quieter, “Get the fuck out of here!” I cursed.
“Calm down,” she whispered soothingly, “I just want to know…”
My mind was racing. “Know what?”
She slipped her arm out of my grip and ran her hand against my cock again. “I just wanted to know… How was I?”
You can’t be serious. I felt a wave of fear wash down my body. By the time it reached my stomach, it turned into something else. I tensed my muscles as I grew even more erect. Bisi effortlessly manipulated my cock as it happened, causing me to choke back a groan.
“Leave!” I managed to hiss.
“Come on,” she leaned in closer, her face right next to my ear. She whispered so softly that her hot breath was louder than her words, “Did I beg? Scream? Cry?”
This is so twisted… I couldn’t believe how turned on I was, in the face of how terrified I was that Eniola would wake up. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and began tugging it in a way that she knew drove me wild. Her movements were nearly undetectable but so exquisite… I grabbed her wrist again, carefully trying to not cause a stir in the bed. But she wouldn’t let go of me.
“Tell me…” she breathed into my ear. “How did you take me? Were you on top? Was I? Was I… on all fours? What was I doing to you when you couldn’t take it and just had to come…?”
I couldn’t take her questioning; it made me boil with anger. And it made my dick more desperate with every word she hushed. The worst part was that she was right… I did fantasize about her. And whatever I said, she knew it. “J-just shove it!” I said with anger.
“Ooh! Shove it? So a blowjob is what you want?” She dragged her fingers up the length of my dick, from the base all the way to the tip. “You want me to try and wrap my mouth around all that?”
I frowned as I tried to hold back my shaking excitement from her words. With my hand still on her wrist, I took the opportunity to finally push her away now that she didn’t have a solid grip on me. I was shocked that she actually pulled her arm from out of the covers.
“Now that I know what you want…” Her lips were still by my ear as she whispered, “I’ll make sure to give it to you…”
And with those words, she gave me a slow, deliberate lick along the edge of my ear and then back away, silently walking out of the room. I watched her silhouette as she left, and was reminded all too clearly of her firm body. Then with fear, I slowly turned my body to look at Eniola. She hadn’t moved at all.
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