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Like any other Friday, I woke up to a text message from Millie letting me know what time she planned on coming over that day. Like any other Friday, I responded by asking her what she wanted to do for dinner. She wanted to go out to dinner again so I didn’t have to worry about cooking anything while I was studying for the bar. I always laughed at this reasoning because going out to dinner would definitely disrupt an evening much more than making something in my own kitchen, but it was the pretext she would use when she wanted to go out.
Millie came over around 4:00, plenty of time to make the 5:00 reservation she made at a downtown. Dinner was full of conversation about each of our weeks and what we wanted to do this weekend. It was relatively uneventful, and the night was still young when we finished. We decided to go back to my apartment for a couple of drinks before going out again to a Spanish bar nearby that had a dancefloor in the basement.
Later in the night, we found ourselves each downing a cup of sangria at the bar top, the dance floor behind us. The room was humid – fitting for a bar that could have easily been in Havana. We liked coming to these types of places. We tipped the bartender, not expecting to see her again now that we were turning to the dance floor. We had had plenty to drink that night anyway.
On the dance floor our hands immediately started exploring each other’s bodies. It was nice just spending a night together after we had spent the past two weekends exploring the extracurricular side of our relationship. Song after song played, inch after inch explored. I was working my hands up and down her dress, her arms wrapped around my shoulders. I don’t know if it was the atmosphere or the too-many-drinks I had that night, but my hands started move from the bottom of her dress to her thighs and back up her dress. She looked up at me, surprised I was being as bold as I was. She wasn’t stopping me, and I wasn’t going to stop myself. My hands continued up her dress, moving to her ass. Her dress was now hiked up higher on her thighs. I squeezed, pulling her into me for a kiss.
“Let’s go home,” she said after kissing me back. I wasn’t going to say no to that, and we were quickly ordering an Uber. Millie went to the restroom, taking advantage of the few minutes before the Uber was to arrive. I could see it approaching on the app, and Millie still wasn’t back yet. Honestly, I thought maybe she got caught up flirting with someone, fearing the night was going to take a turn in that direction especially after I witnessed how easily it was for her to pick someone up like she had the previous weekend. I texted her to hurry because the Uber was going to be here soon, and as soon as I hit send she stepped up to the curb next to me.
“Sorry, there was a line,” she said, leaning against my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her as the Uber pulled up. We got into the backseat and exchanged the typical pleasantries with the driver. Millie was staying quiet while I was chatting with the driver. She was rummaging through her purse, when she pulled something out. I wasn’t paying attention too closely, thinking she was going to sneak a single shot of vodka or apply some chapstick. Instead, she reached her balled up hand into my pocket. Was she handing me a shot? Was she so drunk she was reaching for my cock through my pant pockets? She pulled her hand out, turning it over and revealing an empty hand, signaling she left something behind in my pocket. I reached in to feel loose fabric different from the inside of my pocket. I pulled at it, finding she had given me her panties. I quickly shoved them back into my pocket, looking at the rearview mirror to see if the driver was looking back at us. Millie had gotten away with it, but I texted her to be careful. She checked her phone when she received the text and put it back in her purse, smiling in the process.
The drive back felt like it took forever knowing Millie was sitting next to me without panties, clearly in the mood for more. We arrived home and did not hesitate to make our way to the bedroom. Usually we have a nightcap, but not tonight. She was in the mood and we were not going to wait any longer.
“Take my dress off,” she begged.
“You know how to undress yourself,” I retorted, tossing her panties to her. She smirked and shrugged, dropping her dress to the ground while kicking off her shoes. I was undressing myself, only pausing to take in the sight before me.
“If you’re not going to undress me then maybe I need to find someone else to undress me . . . again,” she quipped back.
“No, not tonight.” I finished undressing. “You’re all mine.” I leaned in and kissed her, pulling her into me. She kissed me back, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“That’s fine. I had my fun last night,” she purred back. What? What did she mean she had fun last night?
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I was in the mood and Tyler and I were texting. I stopped by his house.” Fuck, I thought. She was insatiable.
“And . . .?” I asked, inviting her to continue.
“And . . . you know.” She was kissing me more intensely in between our exchanges, either trying to turn me on more or trying to move on from the revelation of her most recent “indiscretion”. I wanted to hear more, and I knew how I would get it out of her. I pulled away, and laid down on the bed. She followed, thinking I was wanting her to climb on top of me. But I wasn’t. No, I stopped her, grabbing her hands and pull-pushing her to the other side of the bed.
I leaned back, sitting up against the pillows and the headboard. “We haven’t done this in a while,” I told her while grabbing my cock. “You’re going to tell me exactly what happened,” I ordered, slowly stroking the length. She pouted, but hopped up onto her knees, moving to the nightstand.
“If we’re going to do this, I’m at least going to grab the wand.” She reached into the nightstand and pulled out her wand, turning it on to test if it still had juice and didn’t need charging. She leaned back at the foot of the bed, propping herself up with one of the spare pillows and an elbow. We faced each other as she moved the wand to her already wet lips, slowly testing the waters of her own arousal. I was staring at her spread legs when she started recounting the events of the previous night.
She told me how I wasn’t responding to her, which was understandable because I was studying, but she was horny and needed attention. She thought about texting Bradley, but ultimately decided to try Tyler first. She texted him, getting straight to the point, and within the hour she was on her way to his house. (This was the one and only time she went to somebody else’s house to play by herself. We talked after and decided that would be a rule for us, mostly for her safety.)
She told me that she rushed over there and was still wearing her yoga pants and sweatshirt with just a sports bra underneath. He commented on how she looked a lot different that how she looked the night they met. She told him that she looks the same when she’s naked, and started stripping. As she told me this, I kept my eyes focused on her body. She was glistening and enjoying the tease.
She continued, “I tossed my clothes aside in his bedroom and hopped onto the bed. I wanted him so badly. Well, I wanted someone so badly, and he was available.” Her wand moved up and down her lips.
“He climbed on top of me and he shoved his tongue down my throat. It was kinda hot to be honest how sloppy he was. We made out for like hours. It was probably minutes. I don’t know. It was just so hot.” I was nodding along, finding it more difficult to breathe. “It was also hot knowing you were stuck studying and I was off fucking someone. I knew I was going to be telling you about it sometime tonight, but my plan was to tell you while you were fucking me.”
Fuuuuuck, I thought. She knew how to push my buttons, and she was executing perfectly.
“I was going to be throwing my ass back into you then tell you how it felt to be the second guy that fucked me from behind today.”
“Today?” I asked.
“Mhmm. I fucked him last night but I stayed the night and fucked him again this morning.”
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned, precum leaking out the tip of my cock.
“Aww, you’re getting so close, babe.” She was enjoying the tease too much. “You should cum for me.”
And I did as she commanded. I couldn’t take it anymore, letting out a moan as I came, throwing my head back into the pillows in the process. I was closing my eyes, face pointed to the ceiling, but I could hear Millie laughing.
“Such a big load for somebody who didn’t even fuck me.”
I got up to grab a towel from the bathroom, pretending not to hear what she said. When I returned to the bedroom, Millie was still holding her wand close to her. She was moving it faster over her lips and clit now. She was also breathing fast. “What did you say?” I asked.
Smiling, she said, “I said you shot such a big load for somebody who didn’t even fuck me.” She thought she was so funny.
I climbed onto the bed. I leaned into her, my cock already hard again. “Somebody who hasn’t fucked you . . . yet.” I pushed her back, and spread her legs.
She looked up at me with a hunger in her eyes. “Well, get to it.”