I snorted, looking pointedly at Ken, and picked up an imaginary telephone. “Hello, Pot? This is Kettle. You’re black.”
Dawn had the decency to blush at least. “Ken’s place is…unavailable.”
“Spraying it for fleas?”
“Shut up, David.”
“Julie.” I held my hand out to her. She smiled and melted rather nicely against me in the doorway. I enjoyed the look of fury on Dawn’s face. “Let’s get back to knocking.”
“I’m telling your mum.”
“Oh, no-you’re gonna tell my mum on me?” I pulled Julie past me into the room and lowered my voice. “Besides-if you tell, I tell. Everything.”
That sat between us, a huge weight. I’d be in trouble-we both would. But if Study Abroad found out what had happened, she’d be gone, sent back to America. The thought made me feel faint.
She glanced back at Ken and then hissed. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.” My bluff worked.
I grinned as she stamped her foot, her hands balled into fists at her sides, but I shut the door before she could start her building tirade and shoved a chair under the door handle so she couldn’t burst in. Julie sidled up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and taking steps back toward the bed.
“I don’t know how you can stand having a foreign exchange student living with you.”
“You have no idea.”
She put her hand over my crotch and sighed. “You must be really ready to blow.”
“You have no idea.”
“Let me make you forget all about her.”
I sighed. Good luck with that. “Let’s give it a try.”
Afraid to let her at my poor, aching cock again, I rolled her over onto her back as we kissed, sliding down and finishing unbuttoning her top. She made happy noises and even helped me with her bra strap when I fumbled behind her back for the hooks. Her breasts were almost as full in my hands as Dawn’s, but I was right about her nipples-small and dark, like little pebbles under my tongue. I pressed her tits together and buried my face between them, feeling a little dizzy, probably still more than a little drunk. I didn’t want to admit, even to myself, that I was imagining the girl down the hall, the velvet feel of her skin, the way she gripped my hair, guiding me lower, lower…
“Oh David, yes.” Julie whimpered and wiggled but the sound of her voice broke my little trance, brought me back to the present, where it wasn’t Dawn in my bed after all.
“SHH!” I urged her, a little too harshly, and she jumped. Even in the dark I could felt her draw back. “Sorry…it’s just…they’re right down the hall…”
“Right.”
“I’m sorry.” I really was sorry. What was I thinking? Here was this girl, a nice girl by all rights, although a little bit slutty to be willing to do this on a first date-not even a date, really. But I could forgive her, considering we’d known each other so long. Here was this nice, willing girl, and I was feeling withdrawn and hateful. I lowered my head to her breasts again in apology, licking at her nipples. She sighed and arched, her breath coming faster as I sucked them into my mouth. I experimented, pressing them together, running my tongue back and forth between her nipples.
“Oh god! YES!”
Both of us froze at the sound of Dawn’s voice. It carried all the way down the hall, frenzied and loud. “Yes! Yes! YES!”
I blinked fast, glad for the darkness so Julie couldn’t see the rising colour in my face. She would have mistaken it for embarrassment anyway, but it wasn’t. I was furious.
Julie giggled. “And you thought I was being loud?”
“Fucking hell!” Gritting my teeth against Dawn’s moans, I pinched Julie’s nipples, probably a little too hard, making her squeal. “You like that?” She yelped as I sucked one of them into my mouth, working the other one between my thumb and first finger, and then she moaned, her head going back, her hips pressing up against me.
I was furious with Dawn and taking it out on Julie, but I’m pretty sure the girl in my bed mistook my newfound fervour as passion and saw it as a welcome change from my former laissez-faire attitude. She grabbed my head, pressing me lower, lifting her skirt up over her hips. I heard Dawn making that tell-tale “uh-uh-uh” and knew, whatever they were doing, that she was going to come. The thought made me crazy and I pressed my face between Julie’s legs with a pained groan, finding the gusset of her knickers wet, the smell of her making me even more dizzy.
“Yes, Davey,” Julie whispered. It was the name they used to call me in sixth form-the name Dawn used when she teased me. “Yes, yes, please, lick it, please…”
I yanked the material aside, exposing the soft, dark down of her pubic hair. I was grateful Dawn wasn’t dark haired down there-I didn’t want any more reminders.
“Tell me,” I insisted, parting her lips with my fingers, hearing her whimper. “Tell me you want it.”
“Oh god.” Her hips rocked up toward my mouth. “Please, yes. I want it. I want it!”
Dawn was getting fucked. I knew the steady, staccato sound of her voice, rising with her orgasm, as a cock slammed into her again and again. That little weasel was fucking her. Never mind that I wanted to be that bloke-never mind that I had been that bloke, earlier tonight, rutting between her legs like some wild boar that didn’t know the difference between food and rubbish. What was I turning into? My cock ached, listening to the rolling rise of her voice, the sweet catch in it, the way it lowered when she begged, “Fuck me hard! Harder! Come on! Come on!”
Was she thinking about me, I wondered? And what if she wasn’t? The thought made me go cold inside, remembering what she’d said earlier, about how wrong what we were doing really was. As if I didn’t know that? As if I hadn’t agonised over it from the beginning? Now that I’d given in, she was…
It came to me that she was doing this on purpose-being loud, putting on a show-to prove something? But what?
Julie wriggled out of her knickers, spreading her legs wide again, inviting me with every rock and sigh. Listening to Dawn was making me insane with jealousy and lust. I wanted to go down there, burst into the room, kick Ken’s whiny little arse from one end of the room to the other, and then give Dawn the spanking she deserved-but I knew I couldn’t. I knew I shouldn’t even be thinking about it, shouldn’t even care. But I did. Far too much.
The girl whose legs were spread for me seemed to notice my hesitation, sense my dilemma. God, I hope not. I couldn’t see her face in the dark, but she was quiet now, her breathing slower. I made a decision, then and there, that I was going to make Julie feel so good she’d scream with pleasure-and maybe, just maybe, give Dawn a little dose of her own medicine.
“Louder,” I urged, parting her lips again with my fingers. “Tell it to me louder.”
I don’t know if she understood. Part of me thought she did, from the way she froze for a moment, her breath caught-but she did it anyway. That act alone excited me.
“Lick my cunt!” she insisted and I knew her voice was carrying down the hall, all the way into Dawn’s bedroom. I smiled in triumph, lowering my face to Julie’s waiting pussy, my tongue parting the soft folds of flesh, searching for her clit.
“Oh yes,” she whispered, lifting her hips to my mouth. Then her hands were in my hair, mashing my lips and tongue against her, grinding her wetness against my face, and her voice rose louder, no longer asking or begging, but insisting, demanding. “Lick it! Yes! Oh God! Don’t stop! Make me come!”
That was my plan, of course, but it was out of my hands now. Julie was using me, my mouth, taking herself there, and every word and moan reverberated through me. I was all tongue for her, letting her rub herself against my face, and I found myself unzipping my jeans, stroking my throbbing cock through the material as she twisted against me.