“She could be here, ah, at any moment,” Vicky gasped as her boyfriend’s hand snaked under her top, across her torso, and up toward her breast. Despite her protests, the slender blonde slid into the touch and leaned against her molester, pressing her back into his chest. She should stop him, pull away from his grasp, but when his wandering palm found her bare tit, she instead let out a low moan and lolled her head onto his shoulder.
“I guess we better be quick then,” he whispered into her ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth. Brad caressed his girlfriend’s breast, enjoying the feel of the soft mound filling his hand. Vicky wasn’t particularly heavy chested, but her lithe figure made her boobs appear much bigger, and just playing with them always made his prick stiffen. This time was no exception, and his growing erection pressed into the shapely ass in front of him. The extra layer of danger in what they were doing only added to his arousal — and hers as well.
“Laura... what if she—unnnhh.” Vicky’s question died in her throat as Brad’s other hand moved under the waistband of her shorts and under her panties, searching for her slippery lower lips. When his roaming hand reached its limit, she unbuttoned her pants and lowered her zipper, giving him deeper access. He found what he was looking for, and her body shivered against his, his fingers sliding across her clit and down into her wet hole. “What if—what if she catches us?”
“Doesn’t that just make it even hotter?”
The quiver of her body answered for him. She jerked and gyrated, thin frame twitching in pleasure from his fondling and fingering, and he grinded his dick into her butt, both their breaths growing heavier and more heated. If Laura showed up right now, they could break apart and compose themselves. Any further and they risked her arriving in the middle of their fun. They knew punctuality wasn’t her strong suit, but they’d be pushing their luck with less than fifteen minutes to go before the time they told her to come over.
However, with how turned on they both were, fifteen minutes was probably more than enough time for a quick fuck. And the risk of it all had begun to cloud their minds as much as it was fueling their desire.
“Is the door unlocked?”
Vicky whimpered and bit her lip, eyes clenched shut as she reveled in her boyfriend’s ministrations and processed the question. The implication seemed obvious, and a rush of juices coated Brad’s fingers. He nudged her forward, leading her with his dick pushing at her ass, and she let him guide her, his hands still buried in her shorts and under her shirt. When they came to a stop, she opened her eyes to see they were standing in front of the door to her apartment.
“You should leave it unlocked for her,” Brad said, squeezing a little harder at her breast and dancing his fingers across her clit.
It was beyond risky. It was downright dangerous. Asking for Laura to stumble in on them. Daring them to finish before she arrived. For her to cum on his cock and for him to blow his load inside of her so when Laura got there, she’d have no idea they’d just fucked the shit out of each other moments before. Or maybe she would know. Maybe she’d hear them and let them finish before coming in, a smirk on her lips. Or maybe she’d walk in right in the middle of it and see Brad pounding her cunt with his fat dick.
Vicky reached forward and twisted the lock on the door, unlocking it with a clack.
With a growl, Brad spun her around and locked his lips with hers. Their pent-up arousal collided in an explosion of tongues and panting breaths. He couldn’t say what compelled him to initiate sex with Vicky so close to Laura’s arrival. The thought of flying too close to the sun played a part in the perverted excitement of it all, but the idea of Laura walking in on them... it made his dick rush with blood and drip with precum.
Vicky actually tried to hook him and Laura up before they got together, but he wasn’t really interested in her. For one, he was already lusting after Vicky but also because while he had found Laura appealing, it was in an unusual way. She possessed a fantastic body: breasts bigger than Vicky’s but sized for her frame, toned legs from years of marching band, and a butt that curved out enticingly. However, her face was a far cry from her physique. He’d almost say she was a “but-her-face” but that was precisely the thing about her that both turned him off and turned him on the most, that would have made him want to take her home for a night or two.
Her mess of mousy brown curls didn’t compare to hair like Vicky’s dirty blonde waves. Her face was a bit too oval and her chin a touch too long. Her thick glasses dulled her otherwise vibrant green eyes and sat on a thin nose. And her lips, although decent, revealed a row of braces and buck teeth when she smiled. Yet despite all of that, he’d jerked off at least a handful of times while thinking about giving her a facial.
Lips smacking in wanton desire, they stumbled back toward Vicky’s bed. They didn’t need to travel far. The studio apartment separated the front door from the sleeping area by only a few feet, and along the way, Brad pushed Vicky’s top over her head and she tugged his shirt off his shoulders. They broke apart at the foot of the bed and grappled with the rest of their clothes. While Vicky struggled with his belt and zipper, Brad shoved her already undone shorts over her butt and down her slim legs, wet panties going along with them. By the time the last of her clothes hit the floor, Brad’s jeans and boxers were moments away from joining them in a messy pile. His already stiff prick sprung free from its confines and bounced in the open air as he danced his way out of his pants and back into Vicky’s embrace.
They resumed their lustful make out session, growing even more desperate and frantic in their nakedness. Vicky fondled his cock and balls, stroking and massaging him with both hands, while he slapped her ass and grabbed hold of the cheek with one of his and fingered and fucked her dripping snatch with the other. They moved erratically, working each other into an animalistic frenzy with rapid pumps and energetic jerks.
In a sudden pivot, Brad tossed her onto the mattress, and she landed with a bounce and gasp. He climbed on after her and with fast panting breaths, they scrambled into position. Vicky got onto her hands and knees facing the foot of the bed and Brad got behind her. The layout of her apartment left them both facing right toward the living room. Teeth gritted in need, he took his dick in hand and positioned his tip at her entrance.
“Ungh! Fuck yes!” Vicky cried out, her body jerking forward from the smack of Brad’s hips into hers. The power of his thrust knocked her off balance and her right side dropped to one forearm before she recovered and got back on her hands. His thick shaft filled her fully, but she had only a second to enjoy it before he pulled back and slammed forward again. There was no build-up, no easy pacing into rapid fucks. It was fast, feverish, and frenetic from go — which suited both of them just fine in this moment. “Pound my fucking pussy. Oh god, pump your dick inside of me!”
A loud whap! rang out, Brad’s palms smacking down onto either side of Vicky’s hips. He marveled at his girlfriend’s wetness. His dick felt so hard, so stiff, that he worried his aggressive fucking might have been too much too fast, but she took him with ease. He pistoned his cock in and out of her like a dog in heat. Her walls surrounded him in a tight warmth, and the sounds of slapping flesh filled the small apartment. “That’s it. Fuck that hot body back against me. Make me cum... unless you want Laura to walk in on us.”
“Nnnnhhhhh! Or is that... ah ah ah... what you want? Let her see what she missed out on, not getting a chance with your big dick.”
“Fuck,” Brad hissed, her dirty talk propelling him to another level of arousal. A vision flashed before his eyes: a shorter stockier body with flawless thighs bent over in front of him, a mass of curls hanging down from her bowed head... hiding her polarizing face from view. “Never having a shot because of this perfect pussy, working that cock like a horny bitch. Think she’ll be jealous... or turned on?”
Vicky craned her neck back and let out a long and broken moan. Her and Laura had been friends for several years, and Vicky had always felt a little bad for the less attractive girl. Even though guys never seemed that interested in her, Vicky found her friend oddly compelling. She often wondered what her sexy body might look like getting railed or even better, how her face might look bobbing on a fat dick, despite it not happening all that often in the time they’d known each other. The fact that it didn’t happen much might have been precisely what made her so obsessed with the notion, what made Vicky turned on at just the thought of Laura in any sort of sexual light. It might have even been why she had pushed so hard for Laura and Brad to get together back in the day, despite wanting to fuck his brains out herself.