Less than Lovers, More than Friends

Let Him Try

I make sure I pull on my tightest jeans. I want them so tight that I can barely move. I want them so tight that they hug my ass and make it impossible for me to sit down. I know that Derek likes that. He likes to look at my ass in the jeans, and I am giving him something to look at. I make sure I put on my favorite little top and a spritz of my usual scent. I let my hair fall gently, running my fingers through it, tiny tendrils falling on my shoulders. I look natural, and that is the way I always look. Natural suits me best, no makeup. No glitz.

"Are you ready?" Derek asks as I walk out. I think he may have giving me a double take.

"Yep." I say with a nod and a smile as I grab my keys. As I look into his eyes, I see something. Maybe it is the need to stick his rock hard cock into my pussy. Maybe it is the need to feel the perfect orgasm. "I'm ready..."

"Okay, I'm ready to... Go." Mark says as he walks into the kitchen and looks up at us. I can feel his eyes and me and Derek. Sex. He is expecting us to have sex.

"Good. You take so long to get ready!" I joke as I look up at him. "You are worse than girl!" I add with a nod.

"I am not!" Mark spits as he follows me out the door, Derek not far behind. See, Mark is talking. I'm sure that he is saying something about not being feminine. Of course he is all man. But really, I am in that sex zone. I'm already thinking about how and when I'm going to get it. I feel my pussy lips dripping as I walk, thinking about Derek's hard cock in my tight pussy. "You aren't even listening, are you Mer?"

"Um..." I mutter as I climb into my Jeep. He caught me. Of course he caught me. It seems that I am always caught when I don't want to be. "Not really. Sorry... I was just a bit... Distracted." I tell him as I look in the rearview mirror. Mark is too big for the back seat of the Jeep, but he doesn't really have a choice.

"So... What were you thinking?" Derek asks as he looked over at me. I feel my lips curl slightly, forming a slight smile. My dirtily little mind is always thinking.

"Actually... I was thinking about where in the mall I was going to let you nail me. I want it good, hard and uninterrupted." I tell him happily.

"So... Do you have any ideas?" He questions. I can tell that he is definitely hoping that I have ideas. I always have ideas.

"I think I do..." I tell him firmly. "And I think it will be great." I add. And I really do think it will be.

Our mall has a balcony. No one goes up there. It's reserved for offices, a children's dance studio and public restrooms. After seven, everything shuts down up there except for the restrooms. No one goes up there because it is unnecessarily out of the way. Some teens will occasionally go up their to spit on unsuspecting victims below, but even that has come to an unexpected halt. It seems that the balcony of our mall is the perfect place for a rendezvous.

"Where are we going?" He asks as he follows behind me. Admittedly, my pace has quickened in anticipation for my prize. I found the perfect fuck spot and my reward is going to be the perfect fuck.

"Mark... I think you should juts shop of something." I warn him as I look back. I actually think this may annoy him some. I think he gets irritated by our never ending romps, and yet I can't seem to stop.

"Of course." Mark mutters. "I'm going to Hot Topic." He tells us with a frown. He really has no other friends in the area, and I continue to drag his best one around for the sport of screwing.

"Hey... If you go to Spencer's can you pick up a-" Derek starts. I'm not sure where he is going with it, but I'm sure that it is something that would benefit the both of us.

"If it has anything to do with fucking-" Mark warns as he looks up and cuts Derek off. "You can get it your damn self."

"Fine." Derek moans as he shakes his head. I feel him grab my hand as we march off down the long hallway.