8- Hot date

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When Vincent started the car and I gave him my address, my phone ringed and a text shows up.

Lydia: hey, cutie.

Me: hi, beautiful

Lydia: wanna come over?

Me: sure, send me your address

Lydia was the girl from the club.

Being around these three handsome men made me sexually frustrated, they are so hot yet I can't have them. And Lydia did have a delicious kiss.

"Hmm, Vincent?" I call him. "Can you take me to another place?"

"Sure, where?" He asks.

"A girls house." I give him the address and he changes the way.

"Who is this girl?" Aaron asks suspiciously. "Is she a friend?"

I smile.

"Not really. We made out the other night and now she just texted me asking me to come over." I bite my lip.

"Do you like girls?"

"Well, I like people. I don't know what I am, I just know that I feel attracted to everyone." I shrug.

I hear Caden growling next to me.

I don't like to label myself. I just like people and will make out with everyone.

"We're here." Vincent announces.

"Thank you." I smile at them. "See you tomorrow Aaron. Thank you for dinner, guys."

I get out of the car and make my way to her house. It had big windows everywhere. Her living room was out for the whole street to see and I liked that.

Knocking on her door, I quickly fix my hair and dress when she opens the door.

"Hi." Lydia smiles.

"Hey."

"Come on in." She gives me space to walk inside and I do.

Her house wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. It had beige painted walls with art hanging on every wall.

"I love the paintings." I tell her.

"Thank you, I made them myself." She tells me. "Would you like some wine?"

"Water is fine, I don't really drink."

"Cute." She smirks.

Lydia makes her way to the kitchen and soon is back with a glass of water.

"Thank you. So you're an artist, huh?" I ask her.

"Yeah, it has always been a passion of mine."

I look at her and put my glass of water down after taking a big sip. I walk to her way and grab her waist.

"Maybe you could paint me sometime?"

Lydia bites her lip and looks me deep in the eye.

"Only if you're naked." She whispers in my ear.

I grab her face gently and pull her in for a kiss. Her hands are quick to grab my ass and give it a hard squeeze. My right hand goes all the way down to her breast and I massage it.

Her hands start to unzip my dress and she let's go of my mouth only to start kissing my neck.

I wasn't wearing any bra, so when my dress falls to my feet, I'm left only on my panties and heels.

"You're so fucking hot." She says in my ear, biting my lobe after.

I start to undress her as well and bite her shoulder.

When we're both completely naked, she takes me to her couch and lays me down.

"Wait, your windows." I tell her out of breath.

"I don't mind. Do you?" She smiles sensually.

I bite my lip and shake my head no. The thought that anyone could see us made me wet and turned on.

Lydia gets on top of me and puts her boobs on my face, I start to suck her left pink nipple while massaging the other. Her hand goes all the way down to my pussy and she starts to play with my clit.

I moan. Lydia get out of the couch and kneels in front of me. She looks me in the eyes and start to eat me out. It feels so fucking good.

She puts one finger inside me while she sucks my clit and drives me crazy.

I moan loudly and look at the window. Outside I see Vincent's car parked.

Are they watching us? Are they watching me?

The car windows were up and I couldn't see inside. Just thinking about those men watching me fuck Lydia made me wetter.

"Fuck, it feels so good." I tell Lydia still looking outside.

"You like that, Elise?" She tells me and start sucking me harder.

I keep my eyes on the car and moan loudly smiling.

"Caralho." I say out of breath. (Fuck)

I look at Lydia and she licks her lips.

"Lay down, gorgeous." I kiss her quickly. "Let me taste you now."

*****

"Call me." Lydia says before closing her door.

Vincent car is still parked here, so I have an idea.

I walk to the car and knock on the window for them to open.

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