“What are we going to do in a few weeks when I leave for school?” I asked Isabella, as she pulled her nightgown over her head and slipped on a robe.
I chose a college only a few hours away so that I’d be closer to her. I wasn’t ready to leave her. My father questioned why I went with my backup school at the last minute. I shrugged and gave him an evasive answer about rooming with my long-time friend, Brad. As the weeks ticked by, a sense of unease settled in my stomach. I wasn’t ready to break our connection, especially not five days a week. I was used to seeing her every day, and touching her most nights.
“We’ll make it work,” she promised with a small smile. “I’ll come visit whenever I can, and you can always come home on the weekends.”
She pulled my covers over my still naked body and brushed her lips against mine before straightening. “Now, sleep like a good boy. You’ll need your rest for what I have planned for us tomorrow.”
“I love you,” I called to her just as she reached my door.
She hesitated for the briefest of moments before whispering, “I love you too, Collin.”
FOUR
“You’re fucking your mom?” Brad asked, his shocked expression matching his tone.
I punched his arm hard and grit out, “She’s not my mom, asshole.”
“Huh,” he mumbled as he rubbed his arm. “Is it good?”
“Fantastic.”
“Is that why you keep going home on weekends? So you can fuck her?”
“I guess.” I shrugged, not wanting to tell him I was completely in love with Isabella. She sent me texts throughout the week when we couldn’t be together—some with naked pictures—and she called me when she had time and I wasn’t in class. We also snuck away every chance we got on the weekends whenever I went home to visit.
The only reason Brad even knew anything about Isabella was because he caught us fucking in the bathroom of our dorm the night before.
Isabella had ventured down on a weeklong “girls trip” for shopping. She was staying in a hotel across town, but wanted to meet me at the dorm to see how I lived. One thing led to another and well, he caught me with my pants down. Literally.
“Wow.” He whistled low. “I have to admit I’ve thought about her a time or two.”
“Fuck you,” I pushed out past a locked jaw.
“Shit, bro. Settle down.”
“Sorry. I got a lot of shit on my mind. I need to go meet Isabella. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He winked at me as I started to walk away. “No worries, man. I’d stay out all night too if I was hittin’ that.”
I flipped him off right before the door closed.
*****
“He said what?” Isabella asked around a bite of her sandwich. We had ordered room service after having sex and were now lounging in robes while eating.
“Do I have to repeat it?” I hated the idea of Brad fantasizing about Isabella. She was mine dammit.
“So let me get this straight. Your friend Brad wants to fuck me?”
“Yes,” I said begrudgingly.
Isabella set her sandwich down and rose up onto her knees. She pulled her robe off and crawled over to me. I watched as she opened my robe, my cock rising to attention as she worked.
Reaching down, she licked me root to tip. Damn, I loved when she did that.
“I’m turned on, Collin. Do you want to know why?”
“Why?” I croaked out.
“Because I want to fuck you and your friend at the same time. I want his cock in my mouth while yours is in my pussy. Do you want that too?”
I shook my head, and she sucked me all the way into the back of her throat. I didn’t want to share her. I hated that she still slept in the same bed as my father. Although she promised me that they were only sleeping together, nothing more.
She pulled back and looked at me with heated eyes. “Feel how wet I am.”
I reached out and ran my finger through her folds. She was indeed wet. And hot. And ready.
“I’m wet thinking about you pleasing me, Collin. You want to give me what I want. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whispered, as I inserted a finger inside her.
She went back to sucking me. I was just about to come in her mouth, when she pulled back and looked up at me again. “Please, Collin. I need this. Will you please give it to me?”
Before I could answer she sucked hard again and my balls tightened painfully. Fuck, that was so fucking good.
“Please,” she whimpered in between sucks.
Shit, but I didn’t want to see Brad’s junk. And I sure as hell didn’t want it in her mouth. But if that’s what she really wanted, how could I tell her no? I didn’t want her to walk away from me. I needed her. Why couldn’t she want a threesome with another girl? It would make things so much easier.
“Please,” she repeated, then latched onto my dick, sucking like it was a damn baby bottle.
“Okay!” I screamed, then shot my cum straight down her throat.
Slumping down on the bed, I closed my eyes as she licked at my cock, cleaning up every last ounce of my release.
My phone was suddenly on my chest as she tossed it there. “You promised,” she pouted.
Reluctantly, I sent a text to Brad asking him if he was available. His reply was instant.
Brad: Yeah
Me: Want to hang with me and Isabella?
The next reply took a few minutes.
Brad: You shitting me?
Me: No. She wants it.
Brad: Fuck yeah. I’ll be there in ten.
I set my phone down and looked at the still naked Isabella. She was watching me intently and chewing on her lip. God, I wanted to fuck her.
“What did he say?” she asked sounding anxious.
“He’ll be here in ten.”
She gave me a radiant smile and lunged at me. “We better get started then.”
*****
“Your mother has a mouth of sin,” Brad grunted, as he stood on the side of the bed fucking Isabella’s face. Her head was turned towards him, and I had to admit that from my position between her spread legs, it was pretty fucking hot to watch her lips stretch around his shaft.
I ignored the comment about Isabella being my mother and went back to devouring her pussy. She was so wet that it was leaking down the crack of her ass and onto the sheets. I guess having Brad there really was a turn on for her. Truth be told, it was actually making me pretty hard, and I hadn’t ever thought that would be the case.
I pulled my mouth away long enough to instruct him, “Tongue her nipples. She’s about to come.”
Brad pulled out of her mouth temporarily and gripped her breast, bringing it to his mouth. His tongue flicked out rapidly making Isabella moan. Head down, I started making a similar motion with my tongue on her clit, causing her to detonate. Isabella’s heels dug into my back. Her pussy spasmed over and over again, while her back arched off the bed.
“Holy shit,” she panted.
Brad groaned from where he now stood at the bottom of the bed. He was working his cock and staring at her still convulsing pussy.
“Can I taste her?” he asked in an agonized tone. I knew the feeling all too well from mine and Isabella’s earlier encounters.