“She transferred to the California office in July.” I was not going to tell these people what really happened to Tess. And, honestly, she did move in July.
“Office? OHMYGOD! How old is she!?”
“Thirty. When she moved away, that is.” That was met with general obvious doubt.
“Pic or didn’t happen!” Jack called out, so I pulled out my phone and looked for a photo of Tess.
I had no desire to argue about my honesty in this discussion, so I decided on a rather risque selfie we took right after one of her crazy sex-moods. While it wasn’t revealing too much of our bodies, it was still pretty obvious that we took it naked in bed and covered in sweat.
“Wow!” was all that Mia said, while I received approving comments from the other guys.
“You tapped that?” the redhead’s boyfriend asked, completely unimpressed by the look it earned him as I put my phone away.
“Yes. I did. Probably because I don’t refer to her as ‘that girl I tapped’.” While he ignored my look before, I think the cold tone of my voice finally did the trick, because now he had trouble holding my gaze.
In retrospect, I must have had murder in my eyes. Everyone other than the recipient, though, seemed to interpret it in a different way, because I noticed most of the females in the room regard their chosen partners with another set of peculiar looks. It could be my imagination, but it seemed reproachful. Meanwhile, Mia casually grabbed one of my arms and wrapped it around her.
It also seemed like sharing a photo showing Tess and me in postcoital bliss set a new mood in the room. I was finally no longer the prime target for their Truth or Dare, which I was especially happy about since all the questions revolved around sexual experiences.
After about half an hour, there was one question that finally escalated everything.
“Mia!” Jack called out. “Truth or dare?”
“Mhmmm ... Truth!”
“I can’t help but notice the way you’re sitting right now.” he grinned, and I felt Mia’s body stiffen as everyone in the room smirked. “How’d that happen?”
“I ... well ... He’s doing a lot for m ... us. He’s here a lot! Of course I’m getting ... comfortable with his presence.” she stammered, patting my arm to seem extra casual about it. And of course, she was immediately picked again to elaborate.
“Okay, Mia! Truth or Dare?” the redhead grinned mischievously.
“Tru ... Dare!”
I guess she suspected a follow-up question to our seating arrangement and wanted to avoid it.
“I dare you to take your Bodyguard to the next room, and, for ten minutes, find out just how comforting he can be.”
Guess she should have picked Truth after all. Mia remained stoically silent for a moment, but then grabbed my arm, got up from the sofa, and, accompanied by the laughter and calls of encouragement by her friends, dragged me out of the room. As soon as we were out of sight, however, her hand miraculously slipped into mine. She led me into some kind of guest bedroom and closed the door behind us.
“So ... what now?” she asked timidly.
“I guess we do the dare.” I chuckled, stepped behind her, and placed my hands on her hips.
Slowly, I slid my arms around her, encircling her waist. Then I gently pressed her body into mine. My boldness took her by surprise for a second, but she immediately relaxed once I buried my nose in her hair. I gently squeezed her in a bear hug and, when it was time to normally let go, simply didn’t. Apparently, she really was comfortable with me. But then I should have known that already after she sucked on my finger in the kitchen.
Once I felt she had fully embraced the situation, I decided to continue. I let my left hand slide upwards on the right side of her body, until it came to rest on her shoulder. Now I had one arm wrapped around her waist, and another wrapped around her upper body. Mia’s reaction encouraged me again. She grabbed the arm around her shoulders with both of her hands, leaned her head back into my chest, and let out a content sigh.
“Huh. I really do feel safe with you.” she suddenly whispered softly, not making any attempt to end our closeness.
This was the first time she had verbally admitted this, and it made me weirdly happy. I started lightly scratching my fingernails over her exposed upper arm. I was content to simply stand there like this for the remaining nine minutes, enjoying the feeling of her body pressed into mine and her scent filling my nostrils. I quickly learned how much I underestimated Mia’s willingness to go further, as she turned her head, tilted it back, and kissed me.
The kiss rapidly escalated in intensity. Within seconds, I felt her tongue lick over my lips and opened my mouth to accept it. As our tongues massaged each other, I felt her press her bottom into my groin, which caused me to pull my hand from her shoulder and cup her breast instead. I couldn’t feel much through her bra, but the soft muffled moan that I felt more than I heard it, made her approval of my actions known.
When she reached one of her hands behind her and slid in between our bodies, so she could rub my groin, I had to stop her.
“No.” I breathed, as I took hold of her arm to stop her hand’s movement. “The Dare was to let me comfort you, not the other way around. I have only seven minutes left, so I better get to it. If that’s what you want.”
I waited, motionless, for maybe five seconds, before she nodded and resumed our kiss with renewed passion.
I wrapped one arm around her shoulders again and placed my other hand on the outside of her thigh. She was wearing a skirt that stopped about two inches above her knees, so, without breaking our kiss, I gradually worked it upwards until I could place my hand on her bare thigh. As soon as I felt my hand make contact with her skin, I also felt her press her butt into my groin again.
Slowly again, I moved my hand around her thigh until it landed on the front of her pelvic bone. Mia automatically spread her legs a little to make room for it. I let my fingertips slide inside the hem of her lace panties, and then sent them on their way south. When they made contact with her soft patch of frizzy hair, she shivered a little in anticipation.
At this point, her breathing had become slightly ragged, and one of her arms was wrapped around my neck to pull my head down to hers and make sure I wouldn’t break our kiss. I cupped her sex and noticed with satisfaction how wet it was, but decided to knead it for a moment, just to be sure she was definitely wet enough to not hurt when I invaded her. Gently, I massaged her outer lips with slightly spread fingers, so her clit would be positioned right in between my middle and ring finger and receive its very own stimulation.
She started to gyrate her butt into my groin, feeling my erection press into her ass, and thereby telling me that I was doing a good job so far. As my middle finger finally slipped into her, her mouth smashed into mine so strongly my lips hurt a little.
I pushed my middle finger to the second knuckle into her and curled it, and found something I had not encountered since Tess. That spongy, bean shaped spot in her upper vaginal wall with a soft walnut-shell texture. As soon as my fingertip pressed onto it, her whole body jumped and she produced a surprised but loud moan of approval. This was interesting!
Deciding to give her my A-Game, I recalled every lesson I had received, and let my ring finger join the first one that was already inside her. Then I pushed them as deep into her as possible, massaging her walls all the way up, while making sure the heel of my hand would rub over her clit. With Tess, doing this before attacking her G-spot had seemed to increase her arousal and heighten the pleasure of subsequent stimulation. It worked with Mia as well. I wondered just how compatible we really were.
I steadily massaged her insides for roughly two minutes, before I decided to go for gold. I pulled my fingers back until I was two knuckles deep and her clit was now under the palm of my hand, and then roughly attacked that spongy patch. I was basically beating it with my fingertips, and her hips started violently shaking within a minute of me doing it.