Michael Young had been one of my good buddies for years. We met when we were only in middle school. I don't recall how exactly we came to be friends, but I guess we just had a lot in common. Mostly from the types of movies we were interested in, to smoking occasionally, and all the way to sex and the types of girls we liked. I had never had a friend as close as him. He basically lived at my house when he was bored of his. I rarely stayed at his place but I was still close with his parents. Michael's mom was just a teenager when she had him. Not like mine though. If Michael's mom was older, I think she would have gotten along with my mom. But they never did kick it off. And I hated that age had such an affect on things like that; whether you liked someone as a friend or not.
Michael's dad spent most of his time working, as he delivered things across the country. A tractor trailer was his home for 330 days out of the year. I knew Michael and his mom didn't see him much so it was just the two of them most of the time.
***
It was a rare occasion. My mom and dad had to go out of town one weekend. My grandma lived all the way on the opposite side of the country and my parents needed to be there.
At the time, I was hoping to have the house to myself. I hardly ever had time alone and it suddenly looked like I was about to catch a break to do as I pleased at home all alone. But my parents weren't having none of that.
I had to be stuck at Michael's all weekend. Not that it bothered me to be around my best buddy. I was just looking forward to being alone to have the house all to myself. Michael's mom was completely fine with me staying the whole weekend too.
Michael and I were seniors in high school. I was nineteen; a year older than him. His mom was bragging about how much we both had grown and how she remembered when we were shorter and our voices squeaked while we were still going through puberty.
The three of us were sitting in the living room at around 8pm watching Wipe Out on TV. Michael and I occupied the long couch while his mom was sitting on the shorter one.
"I still remember that one night Michael's dad was in and the four of us went out to that Mexican restaurant," Mrs. Young started as she giggled.
I grinned, knowing how much she liked to push at my buttons. I used to turn a bright shade of red when she talked about past stories with me in them, and I knew she was trying to embarrass me. "No, not this story," I said, slouching into the back of the couch.
I saw Michael roll his eyes before his mom continued. "Like four years ago when the two of you had just started high school. Both so short and nerdy," she laughed to herself as she leaned forward. I looked away from her and tried to stop my smile. I didn't want to give her any more reason to go on. Beside me, Michael was trying his best to ignore her.
"Mom, shut up," he complained. "We know this story. I couldn't stop staring at the waitress' boobs and Matt wouldn't stop blushing."
"Hey!" I spoke up, "she was attractive and I was nervous."
"I know," Michael said.
"It was just cute," Mrs. Young smiled at the two of us. "And now you're both grown up. Such handsome, nice, young boys."
The B word. I wasn't a boy. I was a man. We both were. But neither of us felt like explaining to her that at 19-years-old, we were already men. We were men when we were 18 even!
I could see Michael rolling his eyes once more but I didn't do the same. I returned a smile to Mrs. Young just to be polite.
We watched Wipe Out for at least another half hour. I kept glancing at Michael and his mom. He had looked somewhat bored but Mrs. Young seemed completely content with the time she was spending with us. I watched her tuck a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear then she lifted her legs up onto the couch and crossed them Indian style. She was probably the youngest mom I'd ever known. It was hard thinking of her being with Mr. Young and getting pregnant when she was about our age. Her figure was perfect and it always had been since the day I had first met her when Michael invited me over about six years before.
I noticed she had been drinking a small glass of wine before we even sat down in the living room earlier in the night. She was holding it in her hand, and I remember how easy she made it look. She didn't even have to try to look attractive. I never told Michael that I thought his mom was hot. I'm sure he knew I thought it, but I'd never say it to his face. That's just something you don't do. Ever.
"Well, boys," Mrs. Young spoke up, "I'm gonna head to bed." I watched her stand up from her spot on the couch with her empty wine glass in hand and she disappeared into the kitchen. She clumsily walked back out and leaned a little too far to the right, sliding her shoulder against the wall. She ascended up the stairs without looking back down at us.
***
"I'm gonna go to bed too, man," Michael said a few minutes later. "Where are you crashin'?" He asked.
"I guess I'll get a blanket and sleep here," I told him, referring to the couch I was already sitting on. It's where I normally slept when I stayed at his place.
"Alright," he said then stood up from where he had been sitting, "see you at breakfast."
He skipped some steps as he made his way up the stairs. I stayed where I was for a little while longer watching TV. Family Guy was on and I watched half an episode of it before I decided to go look for a blanket for the night.
I traveled up the stairs, leaving the light behind as I went higher. The hallway was dark when I reached the second floor, but I knew which direction to start walking. I stopped at the hallway closet and took out my phone to light up the shelves so I could see. There were only a couple sets of sheets and a really itchy blanket that I only had the nerve to use once while I stayed here. Never again.
I stepped back to look at the top shelf to see two rubber dumbbells and a first-aid kit.
"What are you looking for?"
I jumped away from the quiet voice to my right. I wasn't expecting it at all. I was greeted by a smiling Mrs. Young. I noticed she had her hair up in a messy bun and was wearing shorts and a tank top. I also noticed she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. She really didn't need one. I always noticed that her breasts were very perky; even for her age. And the size of them were very nice.
"Jesus, Mrs. Young!" I said. She laughed at my jumpiness. "You scared me."
"Sorry, hun," she said, opening the closest door wider to see what I might have been after.
"I was looking for a blanket." I informed her after my heart rate slowed down from the scare.
I saw her reach for the itchy blanket from hell and pulled it from the shelf. "Uhh," I gave her a look, "anything but that."
She grinned, "Hmm, I know what you mean," I watched her pet at the blanket, obviously realizing how itchy it felt. "I might have an extra blanket in my room for you."
"Okay," I said. She stuffed the blanket back onto the shelf in the closet then turned to walk back up the hallway towards her room. I closed the closet door and followed close behind her.
"So," she started as we entered her bedroom. I looked around. Everything was so neat except for her unmade bed, "what do you boys plan on getting into tomorrow?" She asked. I suspected she was just trying to make conversation while she searched for a blanket.
I shrugged my shoulders as I walked further into the room, "I don't know. We'll find something like we always do." I told her.
"So spontaneous," she commented. "I used to be a lot like that when I was your age."
"I'm sure you still are," I said.
She giggled brightly and glanced back at me for a second, "Those days are far behind me, Matthew." She said. I grinned at her. I didn't know how to reply, so I didn't.
She grabbed one of the blankets off of her own bed instead of looking through the wooden chest placed at the end of the bed like I thought she would. "You'd think I'd get lonely sleeping alone every night. But I don't. I actually like having the bed all to myself."
I raised my eyebrows, surprised that she'd tell me that. Didn't even know why she'd bring that up, but she did. "I guess if you get so used to sleeping alone that makes sense." I replied, not knowing if I even made sense.
She nodded and handed me the soft, dark green blanket. "Good night, Matthew." She said, giving me my cue to leave.
I stepped back toward the door with the blanket under my arm, "Goodnight, Mrs. Young."
***
I stayed awake laying on the couch after I made it back downstairs. I turned the television off so it was completely dark in the living room. I knew I would eventually fall asleep, it just needed to be light-less for me to do so. I kept thinking about Mrs. Young. How she was bra-less and in her shorts. It almost reminded me of one of the cheerleaders I had hooked up with after a football game my junior year. Her black shorts is what had caught my attention.
I felt my cock twitch to life for a split second. Nothing too serious. Not touch worthy. I rested my hands behind my head and closed my eyes. The last thing I thought about before falling asleep was how damn good the blanket on top of me smelled.
***
My eyes snapped open. I don't know if I was just waking up in the middle of the night like normal or if it was because I felt my blanket move on me or what. I looked down, feeling that all too familiar feeling in my groin. My boxers felt tight on my dick and I could clearly see a bulge coming through the blanket.
I rested my head back down on the pillow behind me after realizing it was only my dick that made the blanket move. I moved my hand under the cover to stroke myself slowly. I'd never been so hard this early in the morning. I couldn't even remember having a wet dream. I looked at the time on the DVD player under the TV. It was 5 in the morning. I lifted the blanket and slid the front of my boxers down half way to take my dick out. I didn't like the straining of trying to stroke myself while it was still covered.
I sighed, relaxing my back into the couch. It had been awhile since I'd been able to sit back and jerk off just to do it. Lately all I'd been able to do is have a quick stroke in the shower and then I'd be good to go.
I stopped immediately, half erect, almost fully, when I heard the floor creek upstairs. I left my boxers down and let my cock lay on my stomach. The warmth and hardness of it was begging for me to touch it, but I resisted.
I used the blanket to cover it up. I felt more blood rushing to it and my heart suddenly seemed to be beating louder than normal, reaching all the way down to my dick.
I saw a shadowed figure at the top of the stairs. It started walking down slowly, I thought, maybe trying to adjust their eyes to the dark. Whomever it was, kept their hands on the railing. I heard it as their hands slid all the way down the wood. I made sure that the bulge I was sporting wasn't too obvious, then quickly closed my eyes to fake sleep, just in case they could see me. I wasn't really looking for a conversation at 5 in the morning and having to explain why I was awake to begin with.
I tried to slow down my breathing to really pull off the fake sleep act. I was almost a pro at it now and could easily fool anyone.
I wondered whether it was Michael or Mrs. Young who had walked down stairs. Whatever they were doing, it sounded like they were right beside the couch. It took all that I had to not open my eyes. I didn't even peek, just in case.
I felt the couch dip near the middle where my mid-rift was. Following that, I felt a hand gently run down my arm. I cursed in my head when I twitched. And I knew it was noticeable because the hand moved away from me almost immediately.
I stayed still, listening intently. It was then that I got the scent of Mrs. Young's perfume. The smell was strong and I'd always liked it. I would have been able to pick it out anywhere. I could hear her trying to breathe quietly as she sat on the side of the couch. She even sighed, and it almost sounded like a nervous breath.
What was she doing?
Another surprise, I felt her hand gently rub the side of my face. I successfully kept my cool by not twitching from the touch I didn't see coming. She moved a few strands of my dark brown hair off of my forehead. I felt her leaning forward then she kissed my forehead. My heart leaped, wondering if that had actually just happened.
Only moments ago, I was about to have a relaxing few minutes of jerking off, and now Mrs. Young, my best friends mom, had just came down stairs to kiss my forehead. It wasn't much, but I liked the closeness. And it only made me harder under the blanket. I'd never seen her that way even though I saw her as an attractive person, my thoughts never ventured that much further because of who she was.
I examined closely to where she was touching me. She moved her lips from my forehead and slid her hand down my arm to my wrist. She held it gently, just keeping her hand there. I felt her thumb rub over it as she got herself more comfortable on the couch.
"Matthew," She said, barely whispering it. I don't know why I didn't open my eyes. I just decided not to. And I decided not to reply. I was still set on faking sleep.
Her other hand moved up to the side of my face and rubbed at my cheek. Why was she being so touchy? She was my best friends mom, and she was touching me like we both knew she never should have. Her other hand left my wrist, which strangely felt cold after it wasn't touching me anymore and I didn't like it.
But suddenly, she touched me somewhere else. And without any control my eyes snapped open and my head came up off the pillow. Her hand was on my lap, and I felt her fingertips gliding over the underside of my dick.
"Mrs, Young," I whispered hesitantly. I felt helpless. I didn't know what to do with my hands. First, I thought to remove her hand, but then I didn't. Because well, when a girl touches your cock, you don't do that.
"It's okay, Matthew," she tried to calm me down. The shock of my best friends mom still touching me where she was had still yet to set in all the way.
"What are you doing?" I stupidly asked.
She didn't reply, but I didn't take it that she was ignoring me. The tips of her fingers were still gently playing with my shaft through the blanket. If only she knew that my boxers were already down.
"I want to do this," She replied after a few seconds of silence.
"Mrs. Young," I regretfully protested, "I'm your sons best friend."
"I know, Matthew," She answered calming, wrapping all of her fingers firmly around my dick. I sat up more again, surprised still that she was going further with this. She pushed at my chest, making my back rest on the pillow behind me how it was before.
"We can't do this," I said, and begged in my thoughts that I wouldn't have to put up with much more of the teasing.
"I lied to you," she stated, getting me off guard.
"You lied?" I questioned.
"Upstairs," she said, "I do get lonely sleeping in bed alone. Michael's dad isn't around a lot, you know that,"
"I really don't think this is the answer, Mrs. Young," I shook my head at her. I felt sorry for her. She was basically telling me she was lonely and horny. How was I supposed to flat out say no to that. Especially to her and what she wanted to do.
"I'm not going to beg," She squeezed my cock tighter through the blanket. My mouth slightly opened and I sighed, not having a clue what to say.
"Please, Mrs. Young," I begged, "things will be different after this. It's not a good idea,"
I felt her tugging at the blanket. The only barrier between cock to hand contact.
"Matthew," She whispered as she lowered her head closer to my lap. She had successfully lowered the blanket and I was completely exposed to her.
Her warm breath came down on the shaft of my dick as she got closer and closer, only teasing me along further.
"Fuck," I said under my breath and tossed my head back to rest it on the pillow, frustrated from lack of attention my dick was getting from either hand or mouth. I couldn't reject or stop her anymore, I was going to take it. Best friends mom or not.
Her tongue made contact first, and it made me relax. I sighed and looked down at her, barely being able to see her from the lack of lighting, but her silhouette was just as satisfying.
"Mrs. Young," I whispered, just because I could. I guess in some way I was thanking her for doing what she was doing, the gentlest way I could. Her tongue felt nice. And her lips felt just the same when she began to kiss tiny pecks up and down my shaft.
"Call me Jenny, Matthew," She instructed clearly then kissed the head of my cock slowly.
"Jenny," I said, grabbing her hand just to hold on to it. She squeezed mine lightly with hers and brought her other hand to the base of my dick to keep it straight up in the air, pointing directly at her face. Just for her.
"Hmmm," she hummed, opening her mouth wide to accommodate my girth. Her lips wrapped around me, and I felt that they were already wet, ready to suck me up.
I brought my other hand to the side of her face. I needed to touch her. Some part of her. I don't know why, I just wanted her to know that I did want this, even though I expressed how wrong it was.
Her sucking started very gently, not rough at all. But her tongue was applying pressure big time on the underside of my dick.
"Oh my god," I groaned, trying to keep my voice low. What would Michael do to me if he walked down stairs to see his moms face in my lap? He would kill me. He would literally kill me.
A little drip of Mrs. Yo . . . Jenny's spit dribbled down my rod and settled at my balls. They were painfully waiting to be touched and groped at. Her slow and steady technique was driving me insane.
"Jenny," I started. I needed more.
"Mhhmm," she moaned as a reply, bobbing further down my cock, very slowly. I felt the head of my dick half way in her throat. The squeezing feeling was indescribable.
"Ohh," I groaned again. "Touch my balls," I commanded hesitantly.
Instead of listening to what I wanted, she squeezed at the base of my shaft even harder and took her mouth away from my dick and pumped several times up and down. My mouth opened as she brought my foreskin over the head of my cock repeatedly, not caring how close I was when she did that.
"Mrs. Young," I tensed, "please,"
She stopped, taking both of her hands away from me completely. I looked down at her, wondering what she was doing. My dick had flopped back down on my stomach, but I felt it pulsing with my heart and saw it twitch a few times, begging for more attention.
"Don't stop," I whispered, being able to see her a lot better in the dark now. Her head moved further down between my legs and I moved them apart so she could have a better angle. Her tongue ran across my nut sack, swirling around the sensitive skin. "Ohh yes," I approved, urging her to continue.
I put my hand on the top of her head again and pushed her closer to me. I felt my balls rub across her lips and her chin. She sucked one into her mouth, and I let go of her now that she knew exactly what I wanted.
I jerked myself off as she continued to suck in both of my balls, filling her mouth completely.
She released my balls from her mouth with a pop and pushed my hand away from my dick and let hers take its place. Her hard breathing didn't go unnoticed. I loved that she was out of breath.
Her hair was still up in a messy bun from last night, and it was somehow even more messed up. I leaned forward as she engulfed my cock back into her mouth, deeper this time, and sucked with much more force than she had before. I grabbed at her hair tie and pulled it out of her hair, making it fall down on her back and some onto her face. I put the hair tie around my wrist and grabbed at some of her hair to hold it out of her face, and to pull her down on me more.Hmmmm," she moaned, accepting more of me down her throat. "Mmhmm,"
"That feels so good, Jenny," I encouraged her.
I kept her blonde hair held tightly in my fist, scared that she would get away. I didn't want what she was doing to stop.
"Take your shirt off," I whispered, noticing she was still fully clothed, while I was almost completely naked.
She took her mouth away from me, and winced when I pulled her hair to bring her back down. She successfully pulled away though, but continued to slowly jack me off with her hand. "My clothes stay on." She told me flatly.
I stared at her, wondering why. I hadn't wanted to see her breasts as bad as I did then. And now she was telling me that I couldn't when my chance to see them was greater than ever.
"Just your shirt," I tried again, "nothing else."
She shook her head then kissed the side of my cock head and licked underneath it in the most sensitive spot. Her body was off limits to me. And I didn't like that bad news at all.
"You're killin' me," I told her, grabbing onto her hair again. I took it gently this time as I brought her back down on my dick, and she bobbed her head up and down on my again, all the while, using her hand up and down my shaft.
She kept changing her rhythm, which only excited me more. She sucked hard and bobbed up and down slow, then applied less suction as she bobbed up and down faster. She knew what she was doing. And I thought Mr. Young was a very lucky man whenever he was home to enjoy her.
But right now she was Jenny to me. While she was giving me head, her son, my best friend, was sleeping in his bed right above us upstairs. And he would never know what we were doing. He could never find out.
"I'm gonna cum," I whispered, maybe a little louder than I should have.
Her response was to take me all the way down her throat. I held onto both sides of her head as I felt her throat squeezing me for all I was worth.
"Hmmm," she moaned one last time, sending vibrations straight through my dick. Setting me off, I felt the first shot of cum spurt out. I held her head firmly in my lap and I felt her hands squeezing my thighs tightly. I liked that she didn't attempt to pull away from me. She was taking it. All of it.
"Fuck," I loosened my hold on her head, but she still kept me all the way down her throat, waiting for my orgasm to end. I lost track of how many spurts went down her throat. I soon felt myself shrinking in her mouth, and she pulled her head back, sucking gently a few more times in case she missed any cum. Her tongue played along the head of my dick again before she took it out of her mouth completely.
She ran her hand up and down on me a few more times before I was deflated all the way. I sighed heavily, a little disappointed it was over already. I brought my hand back down to her face and moved her very messy hair away. I wanted to say something, but my mind was blank. Mrs. Young just went down on me. What do you say when your best friends mom does that for you.
I looked over at the clock on the DVD player and saw that it was almost 5:30 in the morning.
It felt like we had been doing this for hours, but it was much shorter time than that. Just a half an hour ago, I was going to jack off, which probably would have taken me 10 minutes. I would have already been knocked back out if Mrs. Young never came down stairs to do what she had done.
She leaned away from me to sit up straight. I pulled my boxers up and sat up too, not sure what was going to happen now.
"Matthew..." She said.
"Jenny," I replied.
She looked away from me at the clock to know what time it was. "You can't tell anyone about this." She told me.
I shook my head, hoping she never thought that entered my mine. "It'd be very stupid if I did." I said.
I noticed that she relaxed after she was sure that I wasn't. "You're a very smart, kid."
The should-be compliment was kind of insulting. "Kid?"
She seemed to realize, "Boy."
"Boy?" I questioned again, hoping she could see my grin.
She nodded and repeated herself with a smile, "Boy."
I shook my head at her, "What you just did...you wouldn't have done that if you thought of me as a boy."
"That's true," she looked away from me. I imagined her blushing, if that were even possible for me to make her do.
"Well," I shrugged.
"A few minutes ago, you weren't a boy, but now I see you as one." She explained.
"So you wish you hadn't done that?"
"No," she shook her head. "I was debating all night up in my room whether I should or shouldn't. I thought about it very hard before I even left my room, Matthew."
I raised my eyebrows and smiled widely, "You thought about giving me head all night?"
"Don't be immature." She halted my playfulness.
"Sorry."
"But I don't regret it." She told me.
"I keep thinking I'm going to be waking up from a dream any minute now." I confessed as I laid back down. I covered my hands with my face to rub at my sleepy eyes.
"It could have been a wet dream, but it wasn't." She whispered.
"I'm glad it wasn't."
"I'm going to go back upstairs now," she said getting up from sitting between my legs.
I sat up quickly, grabbing her hand, "Wait, no..." I stopped her, not sure what to say after. She waited for me to continue.
"I just," I thought, "how long were you thinking about doing this? What even brought this on?"
She sighed and sat back down. I leaned closer to her so we wouldn't have to speak as loud. "Matt, you need to understand a woman's feelings and how different from a man she is."
I listened carefully, putting my arm on the side of the couch and rested my head on it. I felt like she was almost lecturing me because right now I saw her as my best friends mom, instead of my best friends mom who was sucking my dick.
She went on, "I told you how I was lonely. Mr. Young is gone most of the time." She paused.
"I remember." I said.
"I was reading up on this study about sex on men versus women," she continued. "And it was debating which gender had the need to do it more than the other."
"And?"
"Well, basically, it was saying that women are hornier than men most of the time."
"Not possible." I said, almost laughing.
"It's very possible," She nodded, "I mean these people studied and documented five years worth of information on this. It's fact, Matt."
I smiled, "So women are hornier than men." I stated. "I don't think that means that my need for sex isn't any less meaningful than your need for it is."
"You're only a boy, you shouldn't even be thinking about having sex." She said.
"I'm nineteen, Mrs. Young." I corrected her. "I'm pretty manly too." I said very seriously. "And you can't tell me I shouldn't be thinking about sex when you came down here just to suck my dick."
"Matthew," She rested her head on her arms on the side of the couch like I was. "You know what I mean. You're so young."
"I'm old enough to know what horny is and how to fix it."
"So you're not a virgin?" She asked.
"No."
"Is Michael?" She asked, now that we were talking about virginity and being too young for sex.
"No."
She stayed quiet after that. And I realized that I just told her that her son had fucked before. We were the same age though, and Michael was more outgoing than I was, so she shouldn't have even had to ask me.
"You'd know how I felt if you had your own kids and knew they were having sex."
"I don't see how it's wrong at 19."
"Like if you had a daughter and knew she was having sex, you wouldn't like it. Would you?"
"I don't know what it's like to be a parent." I replied.
"You're annoying sometimes, Matthew." She told me flatly, without any humor. I loved when she acted like that too.
I smiled at her, putting my hand on top of hers. "I liked it when you called me Matt before. That was the first time you didn't say Matthew."
"I know," she said, "I feel like if I still call you Matthew, you're still just my sons friend." She took her hand away so we weren't touching anymore.
I frowned some, knowing it wouldn't be like that. "It's different now though. Because that's not the only thing I am..."
"That's all you will be." She stopped me. "We can't do anything else. It was just this one time. I wanted to do it, and I did. It's over."
"But," I said, confused, "You didn't get anything out of it. I got all the pleasure. You can't be satisfied with that."
"I got pleasure out of it." She let me know.
"I didn't do anything to you though,"
"I know," She sat up again and stood from her seat on the couch.
"Where are you going?" I looked up at her.
"It's 6am, Matthew. I'm going to bed."
"You can't leave right when you just told me you got pleasure from giving me a blow job." I complained, feeling my dick coming back to life.
"Good night, Matt," she said as she walked away from the couch. She had put extra emphasis on my name, letting me know that she knew she wasn't saying Matthew.
I watched her walk up the stairs. The tiny night light shinning from the kitchen let me see her for a few seconds before she disappeared into the darkness. I liked seeing her ass sway back and forth and she ascended up the stairs.
Holy shit.
I looked down at my lap, feeling my cock springing up slowly filling with blood.
Really?
***
Three hours.
After drifting back off at 6 something in the morning, I had only gotten three hours of sleep. Well, plus what I had gotten before waking up at five this morning. I was woken up at 10 from hearing someone coming down the stairs very loudly.
I looked up and saw Michael walking into the kitchen. He had his sweat pants and his basketball shirt on. He went straight for the fridge and pulled out the carton of milk and gulped down as much as he could before putting the lid back on and placing it back in the fridge. He slammed the door and head back into the living room. He looked at me and flopped down on the couch. I had moved my legs out of the way just before he could sit on them.
"Damn," he said, "I slept like a baby last night."
"Good to know," I smirked, knowing he didn't know how good that actually was.
"Wanna go shoot some hoops here in a minute?" He asked, using his arms to act like he was holding a basketball and shooting it into a hoop.
I nodded, "Yeah, just let me take a shower real quick." Which actually meant, let me jerk off in your shower real quick because I'm still horny from thinking about your mom sucking my dick last night. The sad part is, I didn't feel bad about what had happened last night. Maybe it was because it was his mom who started it. Things would have still been the same if she hadn't come downstairs last night.
"You're gonna get sweaty anyway," he told me. "Just wait til we get back."
I sat up and reluctantly agreed with him, "Whatever," I said and picked my pants up off the floor and slid them up and buttoned them.
"I'll be outside waiting," he told me as he headed for the front door.
One thing seemed to be missing though. My shirt. I looked beside and all around the couch. Even under it. But it wasn't anywhere in sight. I furred my eyebrows trying to remember where I had put it. But instead of searching for it any further, I decided it would be quicker if I just went upstairs and borrowed one of Michael's shirts.
As I made my way upstairs, Mrs. Young popped back into my head. Would she be awake? Doubtful. She wouldn't wake up if she didn't need to.
I turned into Michael's room, but not before noticing that Mrs. Young's door was shut at the end of the hallway. It looked dark under the crack of the door, letting me know she was most likely still comfy in her bed.
Michael's room was a mess, not that it bothered me. It was never clean. Unless his mom felt like tidying it up.
I headed straight for his closet and grabbed the first shirt I saw and pulled it off the hanger. It was a plain white t-shirt. Michael had a million of 'em and I knew he wouldn't mind if I wore it. I pulled it over my head and looked in the mirror to make sure my morning wood wasn't showing anymore. It felt like it, but I saw no trace of a bulge. Maybe shooting hoops would get my mind off of what happened. Maybe it would calm me down.
***
"You stink, bro," Michael said as we made our way back into the house after an hour and a half of shooting some baskets and even playing a one-on-one game across the street on the court.
"You smell like ass," I retorted.
"You smell like 2 week old pussy," he came back. This was about to be a full out battle if he kept coming back at me.
"You smell like a giants camel toe and a bucket of ass holes." I told him.
"You smell like my moms jock strap." He laughed, thinking his was the funniest.
"Eh hum,"
We both turned our heads towards the kitchen to see Mrs. Young sitting at the bar cutting up kiwi and some other fruits and putting them in a big bowl.
"Oh shit," Michael laughed and hide his face from her. I watched as he darted for the stairs and yelled down at me, "Sorry, man, I'm showering first."
I shrugged my shoulders and looked back at Mrs. Young, she was standing in front of the sink with the water running, her back towards me now.
I walked in slowly, and took a seat at the bar and watched her, debating on whether or not I should speak. I did anyway though. "What are you doing?" I asked.
She turned slightly to look at me, then looked away. "Washing off some fruit." She told me. She turned the water off and picked up a bowl full of clean fruit out of the sink and placed it on a rag on the bar a few inches in front of me. "Help yourself."
I grabbed a strawberry from the bowl and brought it to my mouth. I hadn't realized how dry my mouth was until then.
"What have you guys been doing?" She asked. I could tell she was trying to make things how it was before, but I couldn't go back to how it was when my thoughts flashed back to her face rubbing all over my balls.
"Uh, we just went across the street and shot some hoops." I told her. Trying not to talk too much. I wanted her to know that it was different and she couldn't have her way.
"Hm," she raised her eyebrows for a second as she took a grape from the bowl. "I can smell that."
I grinned at her, not being able to help myself. "By the way," I said, "if you did have a jock strap, I think it would smell really good."
She looked away from me. Like what I said was still insulting, even though it wasn't meant to be at all. "Matthew," she sighed. "You can't talk to me like that."
I stared at her, wondering if that's what she really meant. "I already told you, it's different for me now. We can't ever go back." I told her.
"We have to." She said.
I took a piece of kiwi from the bowl and looked away from her, disappointment settling in. I didn't feel like replying at all.
"I'm sorry, Matthew, if it seems like I'm teasing you. I'm really not. I wouldn't do that, you're like apart of the family and I do care about you."
I looked back at her as she kept talking about how important I was to her and Michael and Mr. Young. How she didn't mean to make me feel like I was feeling. I just felt out of place now. And it almost made me wish last night didn't happen. How sad was that?
I felt like a little kid and like she was letting me know that I did something bad and telling me not to do it again. But I wasn't the one who did something bad. She was. She cheated on Mr. Young. And I kept wondering if she had cheated before last night.
"Is that the first time you've had an affair?" I asked flatly, hoping to make her feel bad about it.
Her eyes widened and she looked around me to make sure Michael wasn't coming down stairs. "Matthew,"
"Is it?"
"Yes," She told me. "I've never cheated on Michael's dad. And to be honest I really don't feel like I did last night when I did what I did to you."
I looked at her like she was crazy. "Are you serious? You fucking sucked my dick. That's still sex. Oral sex. But it's still sex."
Instead of replying, she just stared at me. She was at a loss for words. Probably because of the way I had just talked to her. I was never rude to her before then. But now I had a reason to be. She was a fucking tease.
"I love my husband. I told you how I was feeling last night. I thought you understood when I told you what I had told you." She never blinked or looked away from me. It was like she was begging for me to just drop it. But she still wasn't going to get her way.
"I did understand. You were feeling like a horny slut last night."
She was now looking at me like I was someone she didn't know. She dried her hands with the towel in front of her then walked around me, exiting the kitchen.
"Hey," I heard Michael's voice around the corner, "Smell me. I'm clean, ma." He laughed. "What's wrong?" He asked. Mrs. Young didn't reply to him. I heard her footsteps going up that stairs though, heading for her room probably.
"If you're still upset about that jock strap joke, I'm sorry. It didn't really mean I was talking about you." Michael called up the stairs.
I heard him walk into the kitchen and he drummed his hands on my back a few times before walking around me and standing where his mom had been standing seconds ago. He grabbed a handful of fruit from the bowl and stuffed his face. "Dude, you need to shower." He told me.
"I know." I said."Dude, you should go for this one brunette who always comes into Starbucks. She's fuckin' hot." Michael told me. We were sitting in the woods on a fallen tree behind his house smoking a joint. The sun was setting and some rain clouds were slowly coming in for the evening.
"Brunette?" I furred my eyebrows.
"Yeah, she's probably easy too. I've seen her give her number out more than once." He passed me the joint.
I took it and brought it up to take a hit before replying. "I don't really go for brunette's, man."
"You haven't seen this girl." He said. "And what the fuck? You've been with like 5 brunettes!"
"I'm sure she looks good." I didn't doubt him. "And I know. But I'm just attracted to blondes more than brunettes." I said, thinking about Mrs. Young.
"Like, her titties and everything. Her ass, man!" He put his hands out in front of him, groping the air as if it were the brunette's ass cheeks. "You shouldn't even be worried about what color her hair is."
"Why don't you get with her?" I handed the joint back to him, dropping the whole hair color conflict.
"Hey, I'm just trying to help you out. You haven't gotten laid in months."
I let out a breath of laughter, then tried not to look smug. "I'm just tryna focus on my shit. Like you said yourself a few weeks ago. Might as well keep track of school. Then it's off to the real world working for the rest of our lives. Why, did you change your mind about that?"
He shook his head, giving me the half smoked joint back. "No. We're about to graduate, Matt. Shit's about to be gone. We won't ever be able to get away with what we do now. Chillin' like this... it's not gonna last. Which is why we need to do everything now. Everything."
I watched smoke drift up above my face after it left my mouth. "I guess you're right," I agreed with him, not wanting to miss out on anything.
"Fuck the future," he said, "we gotta live right now."
"I still don't want to fuck that brunette though." I told him, smiling.
He looked at me like I was insane, "You're gonna fuck her. We both are."
"Fuck her yourself." I said.
"I can't." He said and took the joint from me, taking a big drag from it.
"Yeah you can. You're a big boy. Grow some balls and fuck her."
"Well," he said, looking down at his shoes. "I actually already tried too."
"And?" I asked.
"She wouldn't."
"And now you wanna see me get shot down by someone I don't even wanna try to get with?" I laughed.
He grinned, "No, man. She said she likes having threesomes."
I gave him a blank stare. Michael and I were best buds. Pretty close. I knew just about everything there was to know about him. Did about everything with him. Except that.
"I don't know about that, bro." I said.
He sighed, and looked a little annoyed with me, "Come on, man. It's sex. Pussy! Think about it as us taking our friendship to another level. We've never fucked a girl together."
"I never thought about doing it either to be honest."
"Well start thinkin'. I'll even introduce you to her before."
"Woah," I took the joint from him. He had almost smoked the rest of it. "I never said I was doing this with you."
"You're not saying no either." He commented. And he was right about that.
***
After smoking we headed back through the woods. It had started raining by the time we got out and made it to the back door. The kitchen was empty when we got inside.
"Aye," I said, "where's your mom been all day?"
He looked around, almost as if he had just realized we hadn't seen a lot of her all day, too. "I don't know. I haven't seen her since she got mad about my jock strap joke." He chuckled.
"I don't think she was too upset about that." I told him.
"She's probably been up in her room all day then I guess." He said. "Don't know."
"Do you think she's gonna make something for dinner tonight?" I asked, making it seem like I had a reason to bring her up.
He shrugged. "Maybe she will since you're still here."
I actually felt like I should talk to Mrs. Young. I had been thinking about the way I'd talked to her this morning all day. I didn't know if I really insulted her or hurt her feelings. She was still my best friends mom, and I didn't think she deserved that. Even though I still thought she was teasing me.
"We could order pizza or something if she doesn't," Michael told me.
"Sounds good to me."
***
"Aye, fuck you, man!" Michael punched my arm. The hardest he had ever punched me. I hate to think about how hard he'd punch me if he knew what his mom and I did.
We were sitting upstairs in his room. I was kicking his ass at some Black Ops.
"Temper, temper." I waved my finger at him. He quickly smacked my hand out of his face.
A knock on the door made us both turn our heads. Mrs. Young was in dark blue capri sweatpants and a black t-shirt. I liked her casual, young mom look. I'd been liking a lot of things about her young mom look lately.
"Hey, you making anything for dinner?" Michael asked her before she could say anything to us.
She nodded, not giving me a single glance. "I was coming to see what you guys wanted to eat." I watched her lean against the door frame and cross her arms, waiting for an answer.
"We were talking about pizza maybe if you didn't feel like cooking..." He brought up.
"Pizza sounds good." She stopped him, getting out of cooking all together. "I'll order here in a few. What do you guys want?"
"Large pepperoni and buffalo wings from Gino's," he answered for the both of us. It was good with me.
"Okay," she said, then disappeared from the doorway. And still, she didn't even look my way.
***
"So, did you think about that thing we were talkin' about earlier?" Michael asked me.
We were sitting downstairs in the living room eating our pizza. I felt a little uneasy because Mrs. Young was sitting on the other couch watching TV with us.
"What thing is that?" She asked, looking at Michael.
"Shh," Michael waved her off. She rolled her eyes at him. He looked at me, waiting for my answer.
"What thing?" I asked, glancing at Mrs. Young. She looked away from me then took another bite of her pizza.
"You know," Michael mumbled. "The thing."
"Oh," I said, the light bulb coming on. "Oh! Uh, I don't know, man." I shook my head. Not really wanting to talk about it right then, especially when his mom was with us.
He was about to say something else, but was interrupted. "When are your parents getting home on Sunday, Matthew?" Mrs. Young asked.
It surprised me that she was still talking to me, but it seemed that she was only looking forward to me leaving because of the question. "Sometime in the evening, I guess." I replied, looking away from her.
"You should be happy to be able to go home." She commented.
"Mom," Michael spoke up. "He's only staying here one more night. He's not homesick."
She ignored him and finished her pizza.
"It will be nice to go home, but I like hanging out here," I replied.
"Anyway," Michael said to me, "we'll talk about that later." I knew he was referring to the threesome I wasn't even sure I wanted to be apart of.
Sure, everyone thinks and maybe even dreams to be in one, but when I think about being in one with my best friend, it just seemed strange. If I ever had one, I always pictured myself fucking this random girl with this random guy I had never met. Or better yet, I'd have two beautiful women for my self to enjoy. We would just be three strangers enjoying a nice fuck.
But now Michael was altering the way I pictured it. I'd have to see him again. I'd see him almost everyday. I didn't want to think about the threesome every time I would hang out with him.
Never thought I'd act like a little bitch when it finally came down to having a threesome with a girl who was extremely willing.
***
"Well?" Michael asked. We were sitting up in his room about to play another game of Black Ops. I had gotten my belly full and was feeling up for a nap more than anything.
"Well what?" I asked.
"I got her number in my phone," he said, "Let me know so I can call her and let her know."
"I don't know," I shook my head.
"You shouldn't even be hesitating right now. You need to get laid, bro."
Before replying, I stopped from seeing Mrs. Young walking into the room. She had a pile of Michael's shirts stacked in her arms. Without saying anything to us, she placed them at the end of his bed then made her way out of the room. I looked back at Michael who seemed to have never taken his eyes away from me. I was sure Mrs. Young was out of hearing range before I spoke.
"I don't think it's a good idea. Really."
"What's not a good idea about it? You need to see this chick!" He raised his voice.
"I mean, I'll see her but I really don't think it'll change anything." I told him.
"I'll have her come over tonight. We'll smoke one and talk."
I watched him pull his phone out of his pocket. He pushed one button and brought it up to his ear. He must have had this girl on speed dial. I wondered if she was actually that special.
I looked back to the door way, feeling like I had seen something.
"Aye, girl," I heard Michael greet the "special girl" through the phone.
I stood up and walked towards the door and looked up and down the hallway. I saw the shadow of Mrs. Young going down the stairs. Had she been listening to our conversation?
"Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to come over tonight and smoke with me and my buddy? Maybe have some fun?" Michael's voice faded as I left.
I walked out of the room, lucky that he didn't notice at all. I quietly made it down the stairs. Dishes rattling in the sink let me know that Mrs. Young was rinsing off the plates we had used for our pizza.
I turned the corner for the kitchen. She had her back faced to me. The bowl of fruit from this morning was still sitting in the center of the island. I headed for it knowing she couldn't hear my footsteps because of the running water.
I grabbed a slice of kiwi, enjoying the sweetness in its flavor. I looked Mrs. Young up and down and I leaned against the island.
She turned the water off, placing the last dish in the dishwasher after rinsing everything off of it.
I kept a serious look on my face as she turned to face me. She quietly gasped, jumping from realizing she wasn't alone.
"Matthew," she said with her hand over her heart, "you scared me."
I smiled weakly. "I guess I got you back for scaring me last night."
"I scared you?"
"When I was looking for a blanket," I reminded her.
"Oh," she recalled. "Yes." She looked away from me. Her hands seemed to be more interesting to her than the fact that I was standing in front of her.
"Jenny," I began.
"Mrs. Young," She corrected me. "Don't call me Jenny."
"Are you going to look at me?" I asked, ignoring that she didn't want me to call her by her name.
She reluctantly looked back at my face. Keeping eye contact wasn't easy for her. Her hair was down and some-what a mess. I found it more attractive than I normally would have.
"I uh," I started. "I just wanted to apologize for earlier."
She stared at me, like she was a deer in head lights. Like she couldn't believe I was saying sorry.
"I really shouldn't have said what I said." I added.
I watched her step away to walk around me. She had a fake smile across her lips.
"Hey," I stepped in front of her, holding onto her wrist. "Did you hear me?"
She nodded, not letting me off the hook for calling her a horny slut.
"Well, I am sorry." I repeated.
"I really don't want to talk about it."
"But I do. I don't want to argue and have this tension between us." I told her.
"There's no tension. We're not arguing." She said.
"Matt!" Michael called from upstairs.
I ignored him, keeping my eyes on the woman in front of me. "I feel tension. I don't like it and if it makes you happy, we can just forget about what happened. I'm fine with it. I'll get over it like you have."
"That's what I've been telling you all along." She said.
It made me feel stupid. "Okay." I said.
"Okay." She replied quietly, making me feel just as uncomfortable as she probably felt.
"Aye, Matt!" Michael called out again. I heard his footsteps hammering down the stairs. Mrs. Young stepped away from me. She made herself look busy, grabbing the fruit on the island counter and wrapping saran wrap over the top before putting it in the fridge to keep it all fresh.
"Yeah?" I answered, turning to see him coming around the corner.
"Let's go for a walk," He said, already putting his jacket on.
"It's raining, Michael," Mrs. Young scolded him.
"It's just sprinkling," he informed her. "We're just gonna walk up the road."
"How far is that exactly?" She questioned, watching Michael push at me to go upstairs and get my jacket.
"Just up the road," he said. "Ok, see you when we get back." He forced our exit.
He followed me up the stairs to his room. I grabbed my jacket off the floor and looked at him as I put it on.
"We're gonna meet her at go-mart to buy some blunt wraps then we're gonna go somewhere and smoke." He told me. He seemed a little more excited than he should have been about the whole situation. I still hadn't agreed to anything. But he seemed really sure of himself and this chick.
"Whatever," I said.
***
"There she is." Michael pointed out. We had walked about ten blocks just to get to go-mart from his house. I liked that it wasn't too far, especially since the rain started to pick up.
My eyes landed on a long-haired, brunette girl standing on the sidewalk under the roof outside of the gas station. She had a pink hoodie on with her hands in the front pocket keeping warm. I noticed her dark jeans were very tight on her legs. The girl was skinny. Very much Michael's type, I confirmed. But he had been right. Maybe I just needed to know what she looked like to make the next step he wanted me to make.
"Aye, girl," Michael greeted her first. "You look amazing."
She flashed a perfect white smile at him, dimples and all. "Hey." She said. I saw the sparkle of a tongue ring before she closed her mouth. It excited me a little more. And she did look amazing.
"This is Matt," he introduced me. "Matt, this is Anna."
"Hi," I held my hand out in front of her. She looked at me cautiously and grinned at Michael before shaking it.
"Hi," she said. I noticed that she didn't have much makeup on like a lot of other girls at our school did. It was more of a turn on than I thought it'd be. She was naturally beautiful.
"So uh," Michael dug through his pocket for his money. "Get whatever flavor wraps you want." He handed it over to her.
"Cherry?" She suggested.
"Anything but cherry," he declined.
"Jerk," she teased him with a smile. "You know that's my favorite." She began walking away but not before I saw Michael squeeze at her thigh before she was out of his reach.
He turned to face me, grinning widely. "Well?" He raised his eyebrows, waiting for my opinion.
I looked through the window at Anna again. She was talking to the person behind the counter inside.
"I don't know, man," I told him.
"Oh my god!" He stepped closer to me. "Look at her. She's a 10. Hard 10. She's perfect and she wants to fuck both of us. At the same time! Don't fuck this up for me, Matt."
"Dude, chill," I shrugged, "I'm still not saying no. Let's just smoke and I'll figure shit out."
"Figure it out tonight, because she told me she wouldn't mind doing it outside if we wanted to."
"What? Tonight? Why?"
"We don't gotta plan to have a threesome. We're just gonna do it. Be cool. She's comin' back out." He argued.
I kept my mouth shut as Anna made her way back outside to us with a blue packaged wrap in her hand. She put it in her front pocket and kept her hands in there like they were before.
"Ready?" She asked, looking between both of us.
"Yeah," Michael answered, "Let's go to the Primary playground. There's a lot of trees there."
***
The three of us walked side-by-side. The roads were deserted and wet. I listened to Michael and Anna talk back and forth. He continued flirting with her and she flirted back.
I thought about what Mrs. Young might be doing at home. She was all by herself. Could she have been finishing up the laundry? Maybe having herself a glass of wine like she had last night. Or maybe she was lying in bed. Was she thinking about us? Me?
"Ain't that right, Matt?" Michael asked me.
He brought me out of my thoughts and I realized I hadn't really been listening to either of them at all. "What?"
They both laughed together at something I didn't get.
"I told you," Michael said to Anna.
"Told her what?" I asked, feeling left out.
"I said, you needed to get laid." He told me. I nodded, not wanting to say anything.
"I think we all do." Anna said after a second of silence between us.
I saw Michael smile at me, letting me know I would feel like complete shit if I didn't do this with him.
"Yeah, we do." I said.
***
We finally made it to the Primary playground. The school only held kindergarten to 2nd graders, so almost everything but the swings were too small for us.
We each occupied our own swing and passed our joint back and forth. The swings were placed under some trees and I found it annoying that water was dripping on us from the wet leaves above. It was still sprinkling and kind of cool out.
"You're both 18 right?" Anna asked. It surprised me because I thought she would know. She seemed to know Michael enough to at least know his age.
"Yeah, I'm 18." Michael answered her. "But Matt's 19."
"But you're both seniors?" She questioned.
I nodded, taking a hit from the joint. "Yeah. Michael's birthday's in August. The last of the year to turn 19. Had he been born a month later, he'd be a junior right now. And we probably wouldn't be friends."
"We'd be friends," He argued.
"Doubtful," I said. "We met in class in middle school."
"We could have met sometime in high school too. Bros for life, man." He said, taking the joint from me as I held it out for him.
"You got any lady friends, Anna?" Michael asked.
"Nah," she said, "Not close ones. Can't trust bitches now-a-days."
"Heard that," Michael said. "It would be nice if you had close ones though."
"Why? You getting bored of me?" She smiled at him.
"No," He laughed, showing her he wasn't bored with her. "I just figured it would be even. I got Matt here and then you could have your friend here."
"I like the three of us here," she told him. It helped me believe what Michael had told me earlier about her wanting to have a threesome.
"So," he said. "What do you want to do?" He was the last one to take a hit from the joint before it was completely gone. I looked across the playground, wondering what was about to happen between the three of us.
"I think both of you know." She said bluntly. "Isn't that why we're all here?"
"Only if you want to." Michael told her.
"I wanna give one of you a blowjob." She said looking between both me and Michael. We even looked at each other, not really wanting to decide.
"You chose." I told her.
She got up from her swing, her back facing both of us, "Let's go over to the side of the school." She said.
We both left our swings and followed behind her. Michael walked by my side and smiled widely then walked up behind Anna and grabbed her ass. She giggled at him and squeezed his arm.
"Stand over here, Matt," She instructed me to lean against the brick wall of the school. I did as she said and watched her walk closer to me. Michael stayed behind her, rubbing at her hips.
I felt her hands touching my chest and they lowered down until they reached the crotch of my pants. She unbuttoned them and pulled them down just enough to pull my dick out of my boxers. I wasn't fully erect and I could sense a little disappointment from her. Maybe she thought I wasn't big because I wasn't completely hard. I wondered how experienced she was.She leaned forward, her ass sticking out towards Michael. Her hand jerked me at a steady pace. Faster than Mrs. Young had done last night. I couldn't believe I liked it better when she had done it slowly, teasing me to an orgasm.
"Unbutton your jeans," Michael commanded from behind her. She took her free hand away from my chest and did exactly what he said. I watched him pull Anna's jeans down to her ankles and heard her groan in front of me. Michael was already getting to work. He was holding onto her hips, thrusting into her from behind. I heard the clapping of his lap hitting against her ass.
"Suck his dick," Michael told her, pushing her face down on me.
Her mouth seemed to feel a lot smaller than I had imagined it would feel. I felt her tongue playing on the underside of my cock. But not as expertly as Mrs. Young had done it the night before.
Why did I keep comparing everything Anna was doing to how Michael's mom had done it?
I looked at Michael. He had his hand on her back, keeping her down as his other hand was gripping her hip.
He was pushing her face down on my dick more than she was herself. She seemed to be enjoying how rough he was being with her.
"That's a good girl," Michael breathed out, "Suck it."
I grabbed at her long hair keeping it out of her face. The light on the street beside the school gave me a good view of what she was doing. It was a sight.
She moaned quite audibly and grasped at my dick tightly after taking her mouth away. She glanced half way back at Michael behind her. I saw her mouth drop open slightly. Her breathing was very sexy combined with the continuous moans.
Michael leaned forward and pushed her face back to face me.
"Don't stop," He told her and rammed into her harder. She took my cock back into her mouth as far as she could. I felt the back of her throat and precum oozed out of me. I let go of her hair, seeing Michael's hand replacing mine as he took all of it in both of his hands and pulled to keep her head steady so she was looking up at me.
"Fuck yeah," I accepted her stare generously.
She softly moaned up at me and continued going at an in-and-out rhythm with her mouth. Her lips were tight around me and she was sucking hard.
Michael's rough pounding stopped momentarily before he commanded Anna again. "Turn around," he told her. She took her mouth away from my dick and did as she was told. She stood up straight waiting to hear what else Michael wanted her to do.
"Take your hoodie off and bend over," he pointed in front of him. She quickly took her hoodie off, messing her hair up in the process. I liked how it tangled in the back. It was sex hair now. It looked better in my opinion. She had a tiny white shirt on underneath her hoodie. I could see her hardened nipples through it, how she wasn't wearing a bra. She was probably a B or a C cup. Not too big, but they were noticeable and like-able tits.
Michael held his dick in one hand and put his other hand on Anna's head to bring her closer to him. "Go down," He told her. She got down on her knees and took him in her mouth like she was doing me seconds ago. "No," he pulled away, "Ass up." He scolded.
She kept her head down, mouth around his dick and moved her ass back up, presenting it in front of me. Her juices shined from the light. Her pussy looked good enough to lick up. But I debated on whether or not there would be any time for that. I didn't know how much longer Michael was going to last. And Anna might not let me finish if it was just me fucking her since she liked threesomes.
Instead of taking a risk of eating her out, I only leaned down and kissed her pussy and wiggled my tongue inside of her for a few seconds. She pushed her body back onto my face, obviously liking what Michael hadn't done for her. I stood back up, feeling like I was running out of time. I rubbed her pussy lips with my cock and slowly slid into her warmth.
Her quiet groan was muffled from Michael's dick down her throat. He was keeping a strong hold on her head, I noticed, so she wouldn't move away from him to look back at me like she had done a minute ago when she was facing my way.
"Yeah, bitch. You like being stuffed like this don't you," Michael said, moving his hips so his dick went in and out of her mouth. Her gagging only made me pound into her harder. Her hips felt full as I held onto them. They were great handle bars just for fucking.
"Little slut," He continued talking dirty to her. I kept quiet, almost feeling like I was about to cum. The walls of her vagina kept pulsing around me. I felt like she was controlling it, doing it on purpose. I had fucked a girl who could do that once. I was aware then that probably every female could control that.
"I'm about to cum," I announced, slowing my pace.
"Get down on your knees," Michael pulled his dick out of her mouth. Mine slipped out of her too as she got down on the grass. She leaned against the wall, both of us standing in front of her with our cocks in her face.
She grasped both of us with separate hands and started jerking as she looked up at us. She kissed both of our cock heads at the same time, almost allowing them to touch. Michael thrusted his hips forward, making his dick go into her mouth.
She played with me as she sucked him off. I was surprised at how much of his dick went down her throat. She could almost completely deep throat him. I realized that Michael and I were both pretty much the exact same size. Both about 7 or 8 inches. About the same width. I liked having that in common with my best friend.
Anna switched, jacking Michael off then taking me into her mouth.
"That's a good girl. Suck that dick." Michael encouraged her.
She took me deeper after he spoke. Deeper than she had taken either of us.
"Ahh yeah," I approved.
Michael replaced her hand with his hand, jacking himself off as he got closer to her face. Was this about to be a facial? I'd never done that. Did he always do that?
She took me out of her mouth completely and leaned against the schools brick wall, looking up at both of us with big, brown, pleading eyes.
I took my own dick in my hands and started jerking off as I moved closer to her face.
Michael slapped his dick on her cheek a couple times then continued jerking himself off. The head of his dick touching her lips.
"Cum all over my face," she told us, opening her mouth showing her white teeth and her purple tongue ring.
I was so close, right on edge. Just a few seconds longer. The build up was intense. Who would cum first?
"Ahh," Michael groaned, moving his hand faster. I copied him, wanting to finish at the same time.
Anna's hand grabbed both of our thighs as she licked her lips.
And that did it. The first spurt of cum was from me and it shot out and landed on her forehead and in her hair. She moaned, blinking a few times and waited for more. Another came, landing right on her cheek.
And then the first shot came out of Michael, landing on her right eye. She closed it, keeping the other one open to look at us.
"Ohh yeah," Michael shot another one, having it land in her hair where my first one had went.
We both kept stroking ourselves, watching her lick her lips. She sucked on Michael awhile longer then went back to me, making sure she got every drop out of both of us.
We both pulled our pants up and adjusted ourselves. Anna wiped her face off with the inside of her hoodie then put it back on. Neither of us told her she missed cleaning up what was left in her hair. I notice Michael rubbing her legs as she was beginning to pull her pants back up.
She stopped and waited for him. He backed her up against the wall, reaching between her legs aggressively. She seemed to enjoy it that way.
I saw his fingers rubbing in between her legs. She kept her eyes open staring into his. His face was mere inches from hers. Her mouth dropped open when he stuck his middle finger inside of her. Her knees bent, almost like it was too much for her to continue standing.
Michael pushed his body up against hers to keep her upright as he continued wiggling his finger inside of her. Her moaning drew me in closer.
She looked at me, as if remembering that I was still there, and that it wasn't just her and Michael. She grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to her. As close as Michael was to her.
She smelled of sex. And I suppose we all did. But she did the most with both of our cum still in her hair.
She hissed in a breathe of air, clenching her teeth together. I saw steam come out of her mouth. But it didn't seem to feel that cold to any of us.
"Oh," she moaned, looking back at my best friend, "Don't stop, Michael." She begged.
But just after she spoke, he did stop. He took his finger out of her and brought it up to her lips. She opened her mouth, sucking his finger right in, licking all of her juices clean from his finger.
"You like the way your pussy tastes, don't you?" Michael said, moving his finger in and out of her mouth slowly. She moaned as her response.
"You want us to eat you out?" He teased her. She looked at us both, but kept her pleading gaze on me. I don't even think she came earlier. She looked frustrated. I knew the feeling.
I crouched down, not letting Michael have a chance to first. I had gotten a taste before but it wasn't enough.
I'd always thought about pussy and enjoyed eating girls out. I liked it most when the girl would shave. And Anna had done just that. She was young, and most girls our age (that'd I'd been with) had shaved themselves completely bald down there.
I only liked it because it felt cleaner, I could see the pussy better, and it was smooth.
"Matt's gonna eat your pussy out," Michael told her, making her moan more. I looked up and saw his hand going under her hoodie to grope her breasts. He kissed and sucked at her neck, giving me some space in front of her. I pushed one of her legs over, making her spread open wide for me. The view was great. I was looking up into some kind of heaven. This girl could easily be an angel.
I kissed her thigh, smelling her from where I was. Her clit shined from her pussy juices and a single drop came out of her. She was soaked.
I leaned forward quickly enough to catch the drop of her juices on my tongue. I barely grazed it over her lips. Teasing this way wasn't harmful. Especially if I knew I was going to give it to her.
I kissed above her clit, noticed some of her juices had found its way up there.
"He's teasing me," Anna complained, trying to thrust her hips towards my face. I moved my head back, denying her what she wanted just yet.
"What's wrong with teasing?" Michael asked her, biting at her ear lobe. Her mouth was slightly opened, and she seemed to be at a loss for words.
Feeling like she had had enough, I covered her mound completely with my mouth and licked from the bottom of her pussy lips right up to her clit. I felt her body twitch in front of me in approval.
Michael laughed and I looked up at him smiling at her. "She likes that,"
I smiled and buried my face back in, inching my tongue deep inside of her. I wiggled it up and down, holding onto her thighs to keep her still. Her body convulsed as if she were being tortured.
"Ahh!" She moaned, thrusting her hips forward again. I stayed where I was, enjoying how she was humping my face. Practically riding my tongue.
I looked up and noticed Michael had a firm grip around her neck and also a full hand of her hair in his other fist. I could hear him talking lowly into her ear, bringing her closer to an orgasm.
"You like that baby? You like that tongue inside you?" I heard him say.
"Yes!" She moaned, her voice echoing off the playground walls and concrete. "Fuck!" She squealed, almost trying to sit on my face.
I flicked my tongue over her clit as fast as I could and stuck two fingers inside of her.
"Are you gonna cum?" Michael asked her. I looked up again in time to see her nod and bite her lip. Her pleading eyes looked down at me as I continued to eat her out.
She was really going at my face now, treating it like a toy or something that really got her off. I didn't try to move away from her. I liked how she was using me. I could feel myself getting hard again it turned me on so much.
And then she stopped moving and groaned as she twitched her body, then she stopped moving again. She thrusted herself slowly over my lips one time, two times, before resting her back on the brick wall of the school.
I caught my breathe and stood up, feeling my jeans tightening around my dick again. My jacket covered it up from view. Michael's erection was clearly visible though and Anna definitely saw it and felt it against her leg.
We all leaned against the school side-by-side, staring at the swings across the playground. We were quiet just to catch our breathe.
Anna pulled a cigarette out from her hoodie pocket and lit it with her lighter. I hardly smoked anything but weed, but a cigarette would be just as good. Especially after a threesome like that.
"I need to be getting home here soon," Anna spoke first, still sounding out of breathe.
"We'll walk you," Michael told her.
"You don't need to," she turned the offer down. "It's only a few blocks away."
"Yeah but, I want to walk you." He said.
I saw Anna look over at me out of the corner of my eye. "What about you?" She asked, laughing, "I think we wore Matty here out," I heard Michael snicker along with her.
"I am wore out," I admitted and half smiled.
"It's only a couple blocks, man," Michael told me. "Let's go ahead and start walking." He stood up, grabbing onto Anna's hand to help her to her feet. She gave him the cigarette then turned towards me to help me stand up.
***
The rain hadn't stopped since we'd left Michael's house. As we left the play ground, it seemed to be picking up even more.
Anna pulled her hood over her head. Her hair was no longer straight anyway. It was knotted and tangled up. I didn't think we had been too rough with her though.
"This rain is fucking cold," She commented as we made it back to go-mart we had met at about an hour ago. "I'm gonna go in and get me a drink," she told us, "Do you guys wants anything?"
"No," Michael told her. "We'll wait here."
She looked to me, but I shook my head. What I really wanted was to lay down on the couch back at Michael's and go to sleep.
After making sure Anna was inside the store I spoke. "I think I'm just gonna head back to the house, man."
"You're gonna head back?" He questioned. "It's just a couple blocks to her place. I was gonna try to see if she would give us head one more time."
I looked around the gas station. No one was around. I wondered what time it was.
"As great as that sounds, I'm just really tired and wanna head back to the house." I told him.
"You just gotta walk a few block with us then get your dick sucked again. I think it's worth it."
"I'm tired," I repeated. "I'm sure she'll wanna do this again. And I'll do it again too if you want. But right now, I just wanna sleep."
"Whatever, man," he said, "You're gonna miss out."
I shrugged, letting him know that was perfectly fine with me.
"I got a Mountain Dew if you guys want a drink," Anna told us as she walked back out of the store.
Michael took the bottle from her and took a big gulp.
"I thought you said you weren't thirsty!" She laughed at him and tried to take it back.
"I'm not," He smiled down at her, holding the drink above him out of her reach.
She grabbed at his jacket and ran her hands down his chest. It seemed to distract him long enough for her to get her drink back.
"That was cheating," he told her.
"It was completely fair."
"Yeah, yeah," He rolled his eyes and smirked. "Alright, say bye to Matt, then I'll walk you home."
"What?" She looked at me. "You're not coming with us?"
I shrugged and shook my head. "I'm gonna head back to the house. I'm exhausted."
She looked like she understood, but she also seemed a little bit disappointed. We walked away from the gas station and headed for the sidewalk back on the street.
"I had a lot of fun," She told us, "With both of you." She squeezed my arm then let go.
I smiled, liking that she enjoyed that I was there.
"I'll walk her home then I'll text you when I'm coming back to the house," Michael told me, holding onto Anna's hand.
"Alright," I said and began to turn and walk the opposite way they were heading.
"Wait," Anna's voice made me stop. She moved closer to me and hugged me. Her hand wrapped around my back to pull me closer to her. It surprised me more than anything. Michael smiled a cocky grin from behind her as he kept her other hand in his.
It was easy to see how bad he wanted this girl all to himself. And I was perfectly fine with that, but she wanted more than just him.
"We have to do this again," she said to me, "I hope you're around when I give Michael a call."
"I hope I am too," I said.
She pulled away from me smiling then we went our separate ways. I adjusted myself in my pants as I got closer to the house. I didn't know what time it was because I had left my phone up in Michael's room. So I didn't know if Mrs. Young would be awake or not.
***
When I finally reached the front door, I was drenched from the rain. I could feel it all the way to my boxers. And shit was starting to stick to my skin. The rubbing made my half erect dick more sensitive and I felt it grow in my pants.
I adjusted myself one more time as I opened the door and walked in. The lights were on as I looked around the living room. And I froze after shutting the door. Mrs. Young was sitting on the long couch (where I'd be wanting to sleep once I got on a dry pair of boxers) with a glass of wine in her hand.
I took my hand away from my crotch quickly after remembering that I had tried adjusting myself again. I knew I had a noticeable bulge, but I would have to try and ignore it until I got up stairs.
"Sorry," I mumbled and walked through the living room in front of the TV to head for the stairs.
"Where's Michael?" She stopped me, waiting for an answer.
"Uhh," I panicked. Why hadn't I thought about this while I was walking? "Still at our friends house." I said, trying to think of what else to say before she even asked.
"Why didn't he come back with you?"
"He didn't want to leave when I did. I got tired." I answered truthfully.
"Should have taken an umbrella." She told me. "You're soaked."
I looked down at my clothes, and noticed how erect I was. My dick was bulging out enough to be noticed if she were to look. "Uh, yeah," I said. "I'm gonna go change."
I sauntered to the stairs then booked it once I was half way up them. Why was I still so hard? It wouldn't go down.
I pulled my jeans off and threw them on the floor in Michael's room. I found my bag at the end of his bed on the floor and pulled out a clean pair of boxers. I jerked my wet ones off and threw them along side my wet jeans. I gave my dick a few strokes before pulling my dry boxers on. It seemed to be more noticeable than it was in my jeans. Which was a problem.
"Fuck," I cursed, trying to think of my grandma doing something dirty or my sister or any relative for that matter. Anything to make it go away. But it wouldn't.
I took my shirt off next and pulled a clean one out of my bag as well. Maybe the shirt would cover it up if I needed to go back downstairs before Mrs. Young went to bed.
"Matthew," I jumped from hearing my name up the hall. It sounded like Mrs. Young was walking up the stairs towards Michael's room.
"Yeah," I said, looking around the room. I held my shirt in front of my crotch at the last second before she appeared at the door. "Yeah?"
"I can wash your wet clothes for you real quick if you want me to," She suggested, walking into the room. "I'm going to be up for a few more hours doing laundry anyway."I looked at my wet clothes on the floor and she followed my gaze. "Yeah, that's cool. Thanks." I said.
Her eyes landed back on me. I was in my underwear and no shirt. I didn't quite feel uncomfortable. But I wasn't completely comfortable either.
"You can take a shower if you'd like to, too," she offered.
"Ah, no. I just want to get dry and go to sleep." I half smiled, trying to be polite like I had been before this whole mess.
"Matthew," she said, looking me over. I felt my cock twitch involuntarily.
"Mrs. Young," I replied.
"Why are you so excited?" She finally bluntly asked.
My eyes widened. I thought this kind of talking was over with between us? "Uh..." I struggled to find words.
"I know you are." She said looking me up and down again. "I saw it when you walked in. And now you're trying to hide it with your shirt."
"I don't think you should be talking to your sons best friend like this." I told her seriously, trying to make her see how it made me feel when she said it.
She looked down, almost as if she were embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I just..."
"It's okay," I told her after she didn't say anything for too many seconds.
She looked at my wet clothes on her sons floor then looked back at me standing almost naked in front of her.
"What did you guys do?" She asked.
"Nothing," I shook my head, "We just went to a friends house and played video games."
She looked down at my shirt again then back up at me.
"Really." I told her. "This is just a guy thing. It does it for no reason at all some times."
"Matthew," she walked closer to me. "I can smell it on your breathe."
"We weren't drinking," I quickly defended. Maybe she was smelling the wine she had been drinking.
"No," she shook her head. "I can smell It on your breathe." I noticed how she emphasized the word 'it'.
"Smell what?" I asked, now completely confused.
"Were you with a girl?"
I stopped. Realizing now what she could smell. How could she even smell it? Was it that strong of a smell? Was it just my breathe or was it my whole body? Did I smell like sex? Maybe I did need to take a shower.
She could smell Anna's pussy juice on my breathe. I didn't know if I should deny it or think it was really hot that she could pick out the smell.
"Uhh," I looked down at the floor; here and there. Anything but into her eyes.
"Is that why you're still bothered?"
"Mrs. Young," I looked back up at her. I felt like she was beginning to tease me again. It was the bad teasing. Where I wasn't sure if I was just being teased or if I was being teased and then would get what I wanted.
She waited patiently for me to confess.
"I wasn't going to but Michael convinced me. And she would only do it with him if I came along because this girl liked threesomes."
"Threesomes?" Mrs. Young repeated, shocked. "You and Michael?" She questioned again.
I nodded, kind of feeling myself relax.
"Why would you tell me that?"
I thought the question was useless since we both knew why. "Because you asked."
"I didn't ask about my sons sex life," she told me. "Why would I want to know about that?"
"Why would you want to know about mine?" I countered.
She didn't reply. She didn't do anything. She seemed to be stuck staring at me, like she had lost.
"You're not my son." She finally said.
"Close to it."
"You're not." She said flatly.
"You still shouldn't talk to me like this."
"You were all for it last night." She said.
"Yeah," I agreed with her. "Up until you started ignoring me and making me feel like shit because of something you started."
"I didn't mean to make you feel like shit," She told me. "I just had a moment of weakness last night, Matthew. It really was a mistake." She shook her head, trying to make me understand that it shouldn't have happened. But it did. And I'd always remember it. She would, too no matter how much she convinced herself she'd forget about it.
"It didn't feel like one." I said.
"I know," she replied, "it didn't at the time."
"Well, maybe you're just confused now." I moved closer to her. "Maybe you're feeling like this because that was just the first time."
"First and only time." She corrected me.
"It would have been nice to have maybe three times." I said, trying to lighten the mood. She didn't seem to be amused though.
"This is serious Matthew. If we act like this, peoples' feelings will be changed and hurt. Think about your best friend."
"Think about your husband," I nodded.
"Exactly! My husband." She said. "This can't continue.
"I stopped thinking it would." I told her.
"You have?"
"Yeah," I said. "You had my hopes up, but I got them down when I apologized to you this evening."
She gave me a sad smile then stepped away from me and picked up my wet clothes. "This is going to haunt us for the rest of our lives." She said.
"It will only haunt us if we keep pretending we didn't like it." I told her.