All In My Head – ch.03
She didn’t wear the bustier the next day, or the day after. We talked a lot about what we were feeling, what we wanted. Finally, she put on the bustier the next week. That day I was useless at work, I could only think about what they were doing. It got so bad I beat off twice in the bathroom.
She wore a big smile when she got home. We kissed and went straight to our bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and she turned her back to me. “Unzip me?” she said.
I lowered the zipper of the pink dress. “Is this what Scott did?” I asked excitedly.
She let the dress fall to her feet, and then she turned to face me. God she looked so hot in the bustier. “You hope he did, don’t you?” she asked with a sparking smile.
“Did he?” I insisted.
She pushed me down on the bed and straddled my crotch. She rubbed her pussy against the tent in my pants. “I need this bad,” she moaned.
Her panties were wet. “Are you hot because of Scott or me?”
“Which do you want?” she asked.
“Scott!” I said lustfully.
“You’re so predictable,” she laughed. She leaned down and kissed me, and we made out.
“Did he kiss you like this?” I moaned.
She unbuttoned my shirt and then lightly ran her manicured nails down my chest, making me moan more. “You’re so much fun to tease,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
She leaned down and kissed me again, pushing her tongue into my mouth so as to invite my tongue in hers. We kissed and our tongues danced, my tongue twirling against hers in her mouth. She broke off the kiss and moved her lips to my ear. “You can’t taste him in my mouth?” she whispered hotly into my ear.
“God!” I groaned. I felt lightheaded. “He came in your mouth?”
“Yeah,” she whispered into my ear, and then sexily licked the inside of my ear. That always drives me crazy, my ears are really sensitive for some reason, and she knows it.
“Just before I left work.”
“Oh god!” I groaned. “You didn’t let him fuck you, right?”
She moved up my body and straddled my head. “Do you think he did?” she asked softy running her fingers through my hair.
The thin material of her thong was wedged between her pussy lips and ass crack. I pulled it aside. She kept herself completely hairless down there, in fact years ago she had all the hair down there permanently removed except for a small patched above her clit that she kept neatly trimmed.
Her pussy glistened with moisture and her clit and lips were swollen with excitement but I could tell she hadn’t been fucked. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her down on my face. I licked between her pussy lips and swirled my tongue around her clit, caressing her ass with my hands. “God that feels so good!” she moaned her head rolling back.
I used the flat of my tongue to rub her clit. She came moments later. She must’ve been really hot to cum that fast.
Afterwards she moved off my head. “You’re so freaking good at that,” she said using a towel to wipe her juices from my face.
Then she snuggled into my arm. She lightly ran her finger tips up and down my chest and moved a stocking leg over my leg. I loved the feeling of her nylons rubbing against my skin.
“So tell me what happened.”
“This morning I hung him hello.”
“Do you always do that?”
“No. I wanted him to feel the bustier.”
“But then I made sure not to see him all day.”
“God you’re such a tease,” I admired.
She smiled. “You know it.”
“Then what happened?”
She cupped my hard dick with her hand, over my boxers. “I called him and asked him to come to my office.”
“Yeah?” I said prompting her to tell me more.
“He sat on my sofa. I stood in front of him. He asked me if I was wearing it and I said I was. He asked if I wore it for him and I told him I did. He asked me how it felt, and I told him it made me feel really sexy. He told me to let him see it. I turned around and held up my hair. He unzipped me and pulled down my dress, and I turned back around. He told me I looked really good and he really liked me. I told him I liked him a lot too. I got down on my knees and gave him a blow job. Then he laid me on the sofa and ate me out.”
“Did he try to fuck you?”
“Yeah, but I told him I wasn’t ready for that.” She pulled down my shorts and straddled me, and then she lowered herself on my cock. She’d gotten me too hot to hold out, I came almost immediately. She moved off my cock and snuggled into my arms, her head resting on my shoulder.
“Did he hold you like this after?”
She tenderly kissed my cheek. “A little bit.”
“Did it feel good?”
She kissed my cheek again. “You know I like held.”
“You like him a lot.”
“Are you falling in love with him?”
“I don’t think so.”
“You did with Ricky.”
“Not like you,” she said, kissing my lips and cheek.
A few minutes passed. Then she asked, “Are you okay baby?”
“I’m not sure,” I said honestly. With my passion sated, I felt jealous and anxious. “Does he know I know?”
“I think he suspects.”
“You haven’t told him?”
“I wouldn’t do that.”
Later we made love. It was long and slow and tender. I think Jen came. Afterwards we held each other and fell asleep that way. The ironic thing was, I felt closer to her now than I had for a long time. We were talking more now, and making love more. And our sex was better. She was cumming on my cock and that made me feel good.
The next morning she told me she’d probably have to work late that night. “Will you be working with Scott?”
“Yeah, he’s on my Kelloggs team.”
I put my hand on hers. “I don’t want anything to happen today.”
“I’m sorry to be a control freak, I just need to process this.”
“I get it baby.”
“Do you think you can resist him?” I asked. I grinned to make it a joke, but I was serious too.
She rolled her eyes. “I think I can Michael.” She only calls me Michael when she’s annoyed or mad. But then she smiled to let me know she was joking.
Later that night we were in bed. I was on top of her, slowly fucking her. “Did he come on to you today?”
“What did you do?”
“I told him no.”
“What did he say?”
“He asked me why. I told him I wouldn’t cheat on you.”
I kissed her. I managed to avoid cumming until she came. I love looking at her pretty face when she cums, it’s so sensual and beautiful.
I held her, her head resting on my chest. “Thanks for not doing anything.”
“I love you Mike.”
“I know but … I can tell you’re really into him.” She didn’t say anything, so I said, “Did you want to?”
She paused. “The truth?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“He really has you under his spell, huh?”
She rose up on my chest, looking at me. She brushed my cheek with her hand. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay,” I said, but I wasn’t feeling okay. “Jack told me he’s a real player. He fucked every girl in his sister sorority, even the ones with boyfriends.”
“Scott told me that story. He’s not like that anymore. I know you don’t like him, but he’s really nice.” She saw the hurt on my face. “You want me to tell you what I’m thinking.”
“Yeah, I do …” I said my voice trailing off. I hated it when she defended him. “I was thinking,” I said after a few moments. “Maybe we should all go out.”
“Yeah — it might be easier if he knew I knew.” We talked about why. I said it would make it easier for her when she didn’t do something he wanted, like today. And this way I could keep better tabs on what was going on, and I thought that would make me feel more secure.
Then we talked about how to do it. I told her our apartment was out of the question. That would probably lead to fucking, and I wasn’t ready for that. We talked about going to a bar, but that would be awkward with 2 guys and just 1 girl. We’d learned that during the Ricky thing.
“What if Allie came along?” Jen suggested. “Then it’d be like a double date.” She saw the inquiring look on my face — me with Allie? “Not a real double date, not unless you want to lose this Mister,” she said squeezing my dick a bit too hard. “But that’s what it would look like.”
It made sense — but Allie? She didn’t think much of me, and this situation was already too much emotionally for me to handle. Claire would have been the perfect choice, but after their wedding she and Sam had moved to LA so she could pursue her acting career.
“I don’t know about Allie,” I said voicing my concerns.
“Mike, she’s not as bad as you think.”
“So she knows everything?” By everything, I meant both Scott and Ricky, as well as the other guys we’d played the Game with.
Jen knew what I meant, and said hesitantly, “Yes — I mean she’s my best friend.”
“That’s okay,” I assured her. “I was just wondering.”
The next Thursday the four of us went to dinner. I was a myriad of emotions: lust and jealousy, excitement and anxiety. Jen and I hadn’t had sex for a few days. It’d been my idea. I wanted to be really horny because lust dampens down the jealousy.
After showing and putting on her makeup, she came over to me holding the bustier. “Scott asked me to wear this tonight.”