So, let’s recap. I started out in this group a clean, head strong, well mannered, innocent girl. Now, I am a full blown sex crazed, nymphomaniac who gets wet from just the sight of the two hot men I was fucking. Hmm…not bad accomplishments in just a few months. Next stop, world peace. I shouldn’t be so proud of my sexual plights but without realizing it, I had come to accept and embrace them. Lenny was growing on me just as Carlos had. If I hadn’t known better, I’d swear he was Carlos in disguise or sometimes, because they were practically identical in regards to mannerism and personality.
I sat at home now finally getting some homework done. The assignment wasn’t due till the end of semester, but it was a big assignment so it was best to get started. I’d been working on it for roughly two hours when my cell phone rung and Carlos’ name showed up on my caller ID. A little pulse pumped between my legs as I cleared my throat and answered the call.
“Hello?” I said into the receiver.
“Hey, the group is having a little get together tonight. Was a last minute thing so I called to see if you can make it.”
Another excuse to see them both? Could my pussy take that?
“Okay, sure. Where will we be meeting?” I said as I closed my books and headed for my room.
“Lenny’s going to grab you. We meet at The Rave. It’s a lively joint; especially on Fridays.”
“Great. What time do you want me-“
“I want you now Alex…”
Those words made me stop sudden and truly pay attention to the conversation and not my wardrobe. I leaned against the wall and looked up at the ceiling fan. Fighting to keep my voice as strong as possible I ventured into this topic.
“Well, I figured you had quite enough of me the other day…”
“Not enough…never enough really.” Was all he said.
It was both too much and too little. I smiled to myself and moved my hand over the mounds of my breast.
“That’s because you decided to share me Carlos. You can’t have your cake and eat it too…”
“Oh? Well, we’ll see about that. Get dressed. Be ready in the next hour and half.” With that the line went dead and a knock sounded at my door. I jumped and dropped my phone to the sound of my mother’s voice. Retrieving it from the carpet, I made the trip to the door and opened it.
“What’s up mom?” I asked as casually as possible. I felt hot under the collars, and I didn’t even have any collars on my damn shirt. She gave me that narrowed suspicious look and began her interrogation. That’s what the look always came with.
“Are you alright?”
“Um…yeah why?” I asked, shifting my weight to my right leg.
“Well you seem a bit feverish.”
Of course I did, thanks to Carlos. I touched my forehead and dabbed at a bit of sweat that gathered at my temples.
“I’m fine mom. Is there anything you needed?” I asked and was glad to see the look disappear.
“Well I heard you groan, that’s all. You sure you’re okay?”
“Positive…just trying to find something to wear tonight, that’s all.” Good excuse. I was getting better at this. Since I was fucking Carlos it was hard coming up with feasible stories to justify why I was coming from practices so late and why I looked so tired. Mothers and their need to protect at its best.
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Proză scurtă**WARNING: explicit sexual activities and possible offensive language. Viewers discretion is advised!!!** Here is a story about a girl named Alex who finally got a chance at a dream; a record deal. She had not expected to find herself face to face w...
