“What am I doing up here?” she asked coyly, “Are you cold or something? Do you need me to warm you up?”
“I most certainly do,” Charlie moaned. Addison could feel the bulge of his cock against her still-throbbing pussy. The feel or his erection against her sent a flurry of excitement through her abdomen. She and Charlie’s dick knew each other very well, and it had been too long since they’d last spent any time together, in her opinion. It was high time that they become reacquainted, Addison thought, after all these long months.
Addison pushed up the hem of Charlie’s heavy sweater, exposing the smallest bit of smooth skin. She loved the shape of Charlie, the way his hips stood out with those tantalizing muscles that were just right for grabbing onto. She ran her fingers lightly, right above the waist of his jeans. Addison could feel him growing harder every moment that she kept her hands on him. He was quick to rise, this one, but that didn’t mean that we was out of control of himself. Addison had never met a guy more able to wrangle his erection in a pinch.
She brought both hands to rent upon him, her small fingers and palms working their way up his chest. She tweaked his nipples playfully, and he bit at the air as if to bite her head off. He was a joker even when they fooled around, and Addison wouldn’t have it any other way. She’d much rather prefer a light-hearted love maker to some intense, poetic fraud who was really just being self-indulgent. No, Charlie was the best. He connected with Addison when they were together like this, never once just going through the motions, and she appreciated it greatly.
She quickly undid the fly of his pants in one motion. She was nothing if not experienced in getting Charlie’s pants off. With painstaking slowness, she slid Charlie’s zipper down, pulled his fly apart. His erection nearly burst through the new opening, standing at attention, as if Addison could ignore it. With glee, Addison tugged down the front of Charlie’s jeans and briefs, and said hello to her good old friend. Charlie’s cock was rock hard beneath her, and they groaned in unison as Addison wrapped her delicate fingers around its width. Some girls found hand jobs to be passe, but Addison loved them.
Addison worked her hand up and down the length of Charlie’s shaft, bearing down with just the right amount of pressure. Charlie arched his back as pangs of pleasure burst through his body. A loud groan escaped his throat and Addison giggled at its intensity. She loved how unabashedly Charlie expressed his delight in her touch. If he was only doing it to encourage her, she had to hand it to him that that was a pretty excellent strategy. She brought her spare hand to his dick, wrapping both sets of fingers around his hefty cock.
She pumped her hands along the length of Charlie’s dick, watching his face contort with pleasure. His features hardened into the silent scream that they always took on when they really started to get into it. Addison let a hand stray toward his balls, and cupped them gently as she continued to work his cock. He gasped as her fingers tickled the extra-sensitive skin, and she let her thumb glance across the glans. She could tell that he was ready to cum on the spot, but wouldn’t just yet. Charlie and his admirable self control, as ever.
“I know what you’re holding out for,” Addison said slyly. Charlie tried to feign an innocent expression, but couldn’t do much when she was touching him so exquisitely. Without pausing in her efforts, Addison adjusted herself on the narrow backseat, always a delicate maneuver. As practiced as they were at fucking just about anywhere, there were still some operations that took more care than others. Addison slid into the bottom of the back seat, among discarded fast food wrappers and cigarette butts, and pulled Charlie up to sitting before her. His cock stood out, pleading with her, and she was happy to give it some relief.
Addison brought her mouth to the bulging head of Charlie’s cock and wrapped her lips around it. Charlie cried out in relief, like he’d been waiting for this moment his entire life. Keeping her hands on the shaft of his cock, Addison flicked her tongue against the head, and the sensitive underside of his dick. He wrapped his fingers in her chestnut curls and let his head fall back against the seat. She knew exactly where her tongue should touch down, every single stroke that would drive him up the wall. And she wasn’t afraid to employ her powers.
Charlie’s dick was far too big, far too hard, for Addison to swallow completely. She gulped down as much of his raging erection as she could, pumped her fists up and down his shaft to completely encompass the lengthy organ. Charlie’s breathing began to speed up, and Addison caught the sharp taste of pre-cum on her tongue. She looked up and met Charlie’s fevered glance as she sucked hard on the head of his dick. She wrapped her lips tightly around his cock and jerked her hands down toward his balls quickly. It was too much even for Charlie.
He came into Addison’s waiting mouth, pulling her hair just beyond the point at which it was painful to her. Addison drank Charlie’s cum, felt it slide down her throat, coating it like paint. He came seemingly on end, the stuff pouring into her mouth until she couldn’t swallow anymore. She felt a warm trickle escape down her cheek as his cum overwhelmed her. What, had he not gotten laid since they’d last seen each other? Addison swallowed loudly as that possibility landed with her. She looked up at him, amazed. Had he been exclusive without her knowing it?
A grunt from the front seat signaled that Grayson and Anna were busy doing some version of the nasty. Addison and Charlie were essentially alone in the backseat. Addison wiped away the stray trickle of cum and looked up into Charlie’s eyes, searching for the truth. He met her gaze cavalierly at first, then seemed to recognize her suspicion. Before he could utter a word, Addison read the truth plainly on his face. Without her consent, Charlie had moved them into the realm of being in a relationship. That simply would not do. That would not do at all.
Charlie busied himself getting all of his clothes back in the right place. He was very intent on his re-dressing, far too much so in Addison’s opinion. She pulled herself up to the other seat in silence, letting Charlie stew in anticipation of what she would say. She was disappointed with him, to say the least. This sort of thing broke their unspoken agreement. He knew that she’d be displeased by it, too, or else he would have said something. Addison folded her arms over her chest, and Charlie became still beside her. They were silent for an excruciatingly long moment.
“So,” Addison began with acid on her tongue, “Not getting laid too much, are you?”
“How can you even tell?” Charlie said. Addison noted that he wasn’t denying anything. Of course he wasn’t. She could tell when he was lying before he even spoke. She could smell it on him before he even said a word.
“Since when are you fooling around with me exclusively?” Addison said, “That’s not the way we do things Charlie.”
“No,” Charlie admitted, “It’s not the way that we’ve done things. In the past.”
“Or in the present!” Addison cried, “We agreed that we would never be in a relationship, Charlie. I don’t want to be restrained like that! It would kill our friendship, don’t you see that? Monogamy is unnatural.”
“Oh, please,” Charlie said, “What are you talking about? We made that pact when we were fourteen and fresh off our parents’ divorces. Of course we were afraid of commitment then, and rightly so. But we’re adults now, Addison. I want to start behaving like an adult, not some dumb kid.”
“I thought adults were frumpy and boring?”
“Don’t be petulant. It doesn’t look good on you.”
“Fuck off, Charlie!”
“Addison, please,” Charlie said, turning toward her, “Let’s talk about this for real. I don’t see any reason why we should talk about maybe making this thing between us something more…Official.”