There's only one thing better than fucking a naked girl: fucking a half-naked one — just enough clothes left on to cover the strategic spots, making the whole tease way hotter than full nudity. And watching Elaine's small but perky breasts bounce under her tank top as she rides my dick is honestly a sight nothing else can compare to.
«F-Fuck, Jace… it feels even bigger when it's inside…» she gasps, her voice laced with a faint hint of pain — clearly she isn't used to something like this.
Her moans lull my ears like the sweetest lullaby, not to mention the wet sound of her inner thighs smacking against mine — like soaked flip-flops slapping against bathroom tiles. Her left hand is pressed against my stomach for balance, while the other holds the Dutch weed joint.
«I was thinking… you know what would look even better between those pretty lips of yours? My dick,» I grin, jaw clenched with pleasure.
In response, she shoots me a suspicious, annoyed glare.
«You're only saying that because you want me to pass you the joint, right? Asshole, you already smoked your share! This one's mine!»
Shit, she caught me… nothing ever slips past Elaine! But it makes sense — she and I are on the exact same wavelength. She's literally my female copy.
Well… my female copy who does like dick. And damn, does she love it — at least, mine.
Back in our first year at Ordrienne High, when she and I first met, Elaine was dating some guy, and before him she'd dated another one. But judging from the rumors her exes spread about her, in bed she was basically a corpse. No passion, no enthusiasm — absolutely nothing. She even earned the nickname "inflatable doll".
That was also one of the reasons I always suspected she was a lesbian — it would've perfectly explained why she felt nothing when fucking guys. But now I can say with absolute certainty that no, Elaine is neither frigid nor lesbian.
Her exes were the useless ones, because all it took was a taste of my dick to turn her into the biggest nymphomaniac I've ever seen.
Insatiable and tireless.
«J-Jace… tell me the truth… you and your stepmom are fucking, right…?» Elaine moans, breathless and half-choked by pleasure.
«W-What kind of fucked-up question is that?» I snap back, completely caught off guard.
Elaine and I have never kept anything from each other over the years — except for one thing: this.
Not that I'd really care if she found out I'm screwing my stepmom — she already knows I've slept with plenty of my classmates' mothers, so what difference would it make if one of those mothers happened to be mine? None, I guess. But Veronica has been crystal clear since the very first time: whatever happens between her and me stays a secret. And honestly, I get it.
I'm not her biological son, but legally I might as well be — and if word ever got out that the U.S. branch director of one of the biggest pharmaceutical companies in the world is fucking her stepson… yeah, her career would be over, not to mention the legal shitstorm that would follow.
I trust Elaine — but if Veronica said no one can know, then no one will.
«S-Stop bullshitting me, Jace… aaah… it's obvious you fuck her. Otherwise she wouldn't be so obsessed with you… F-Fuck, yes… aaah… she only lets you sleep over at my place because she thinks I'm a lesbian… I'm sure that even though she knows we're best friends, if I told her we slept together, she'd never let you stay at my house again… and it's not fair!» she moans, loud enough to shake the walls — luckily her parents decided to treat themselves to a romantic weekend out of town, otherwise this would be a huge problem.
And well… Elaine isn't entirely wrong.
I'm not stupid — Veronica's obsession with me is so obvious that even Elaine noticed it, despite the fact they've only seen each other a handful of times over the years and never actually talked, just exchanged a quick "hi, how are you?" here and there.
But the truth is… Veronica's possessiveness toward me is nothing compared to mine toward her.
There have been times she's caught me flirting with other women — jealous outbursts in private and nothing more, followed by making up with a good fuck, and everything went back to normal.
But if I ever found out she was hitting on another guy… honestly, I don't even know how I'd react.
One thing's certain: I'd never lay a hand on her. But I'd make sure he lived the worst fifteen minutes of his life — I'd make damn sure the idea of even looking at her, not even in a picture, never crossed his mind again.
Just imagining that before giving herself exclusively to me she had lovers — even if it was years and years ago, back when I wasn't even born — drives me insane.
Ridiculous, right? I stick my dick into any pussy that crosses my path, and yet I get irritated if I see her talking to another man. I'm hypocrisy made flesh, but that's just how I am — I can't help it. All I can do is make sure my fun never reaches Veronica's ears.
«J-Jace, I told you to tell me the tru— aaaaaah…»
Luckily, her orgasm cuts the question short before she can finish it, wiping her thoughts clean with a single overwhelming wave of pleasure.
She hesitates for a moment, probably shocked by the intensity. She catches her breath, then starts moving her hips again — forward and back, up and down — even faster than before, while my still-hard dick keeps doing an excellent job.
Forget inflatable doll — I was basically the inflatable doll this time, completely at her mercy. I barely moved at all, sprawled out on the bed with my arms folded behind my head like a pillow while she did all the work.
And then, the sweetest words I've ever heard come out of her mouth: «J-Jace, if you want… come inside… I'm on the pill anyway…» she pants, staring straight into my eyes.
Words I definitely don't need to hear twice — they hit me like a trigger, and a second later I'm exploding inside her, filling her up with a thick load.
Aaaaah… what a relief.
Cumming inside Elaine was the weirdest feeling ever — but fuck, I'd do it again a hundred times, no, a thousand times!
Even though… now that I think about it… we didn't kiss. Weird, right? You'd expect it to happen naturally during sex, but the thought never even crossed my mind. And judging from the fact she never leaned in to kiss me either, it clearly didn't cross hers.
She was probably too busy using her mouth for other things — like sucking me off… or sticking her nose into my business with Veronica.
«Jace, I guess this goes without saying, but… you're not about to start with the whole 'I love you, let's date now because we fucked' thing, right?» Elaine grumbles as she uses her tongue to clean my still-throbbing tip, catching the last drops of cum leaking out.
«Yeah, you'd love that, wouldn't you?» I tease, amused, running my fingers through her hair.
«I'm serious, Jace. I don't want our friendship getting ruined because one of us misunderstands what this was — just a simple fuck between friends,» she murmurs, oddly melancholic, like she's hiding something from me.
«Elaine, is there something you need to tell me?» I press, a bit worried by her sudden shift in mood.
But she just shakes her head — in the most unconvincing way possible.
God, Elaine… what the hell are you hiding from me now?