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  Sex Story Part 2

  An Erotica Short

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  Sex Story Part 2

  An Erotica Short

  Bebe Wilde

  Abernathy and Monroe

  Sex Story - Part 2: An Erotica Short. Copyright © 2012 by Bebe Wilde.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the publisher. For more information, email [email protected]

  Published by Abernathy and Monroe.

  eBook ISBN–13: 978-1-938107-16-0

  eBook ISBN–10: 1-938107-16-0

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

  For those who seek adventure.

  Sex Story Part 2

  “Come on,” he said and stared at me intently. “Do it.”

  I stared back at him, at his handsome face, and couldn’t help but smile and I smiled because he was mine. All mine. Mine to love and to cherish and mine to fuck. I loved this fact. I loved the fact that he loved being mine.

  “Lara,” he said. “I’m waiting on you.”

  Did that mean I had the control? I didn’t care. I didn’t want the control. I wanted him to be in charge and for him to do whatever he pleased with me. But right now, he wanted this. He told me it excited him; that he loved for me to do it. This is the way it got started, our sex story. This is what had brought out the animal in us and made the lust ignite. It was all about us, him and I, us two, having wild sex with total abandon.

  It was fun, to say the least.

  Without hesitation, I picked up my vibrator. It was a small little thing with more than enough power. It was a nice bright pink and built like a bullet. It was my favorite. It was a gift from him. He loved for me to use it with or without him. He’d sometimes call me at work and whisper, so no one else could hear, “When was the last time you used it?” I’d smile and begin to tingle, thinking about him being filled with lust for me. I’d reply, “I had a quickie this morning.” He’d sigh loudly. “And did you come?” he would ask. I’d reply, “Of course.”

  My vibrator never failed me. Then again, neither did he. Right now, I wanted to please him so I opened my legs and turned the vibrator on. Its buzz was drowned out by the loud music we’d left on when we’d come into the bedroom. We’d been on the couch snuggling and watching TV when his hands began to roam over my body. First, they went up my leg, then to my arm, around my back. Then he’d pushed my hair aside and gave me a soft kiss on the nape of my neck. He’d whispered, “I want you to do it.” Then we’d come into the bedroom and he’d undressed me down to my panties and bra. When he’d stood back from me, I was ready to do it, but not before I teased him a bit.

  “Is this what you want?” I asked and slid my hand into my panties, feeling the lips of my pussy swell with delight. I stared at him intently and loved seeing the look of total lust on his face. “Or is this what you want?” I asked and picked up the vibrator.

  That’s what he wanted.

  So now I was doing it, maneuvering the vibrator up and down the length of my pussy, feeling the heat rise. It was so freeing to feel that little bit of plastic and metal on myself like that. It was a bit cool and that added to the pleasure. But my panties were getting in the way. Without thinking, I pulled them off and threw them to the side. Now I was almost naked. I glanced up at him. He gave me a look that told me he’d like me to be completely naked. I complied and finished the task by unsnapping my bra and tossing it aside. Now I was naked. I didn’t feel vulnerable. I felt powerful. I felt hot and sexy; the way a woman should feel when she’s naked in front of the man she loves.

  “You are so fucking hot,” he said.

  You too, I thought and he was. He was so fucking hot it was almost too much to take. His eyes were this intense blue and his dark blonde hair, which he’d just cut very short, was a color most women would kill for. He was big and strong and made women swoon. And, again, he was mine. All the women I knew were pissed off I’d landed such a man. My hair was blonde, too, but from a bottle, but I kept it looking natural. I had beautiful blue eyes and kept a nice, light tan even in the winter. Both of us were gym rats and worked out whenever we could. My neighbor, Jill, always commented that we were the best looking couple in the building, maybe even in the city. And I’d counter with, “No, that would be you and your boyfriend.”

  But who cared about them? Who cared about anything when you had a man like Eric standing in front of you waiting for you to masturbate yourself to orgasm? And then he’d climb on and help me to another, maybe even another after that.

  “Ahh…” I moaned as I began to feel the pressure on my clit from the vibrator. The tingling sensation of orgasm was slowly building in me, making me hold the vibrator tight and steady in the right place. And then it hit me. It hit me hard and I gasped from the powerful sensation it gave me and shook a little, too. When it was over, I was ready for my man.

  I didn’t even have to ask him. He was at the bed and immediately bending down to me so I could grab his face and pull him into a hot, lustful kiss, a kiss that was so deep and passionate and felt so good. I never wanted it to stop, that kiss, but he wanted more, something more. He pushed open my legs with his knee and settled between them. Ahh, it felt so good, my naked body beneath his fully clothed one. I could have come like that from the feeling. I began to press up against him, wanting his hands all over my naked flesh and his dick in my wet pussy. He began to paw at me, grabbing my breasts and squeezing them before taking a nipple into his mouth and lightly biting at it.

  “Fuck,” I hissed and grabbed his hand and pushed it between my legs. His fingers immediately began to go to work. They went in and out and then his thumb stroked my clit so skillfully, I felt myself orgasm again. I writhed with it, pressing my face into his neck and then fell back onto the bed.

  “My turn,” he said and turned me over.

  I grinned and bit my bottom lip and got up on all fours. Oh, yes, doggie, the way we both liked it. He unzipped his pants and I felt him push his thick cock into me. It went right in, like it belonged there, and it did. He began to ride me hard, pumping into me. I went with it; loving the sensations this fucking was giving me, loving feeling like that, feeling fucked.

  I pressed back onto him and then grabbed my vibrator and turned it on again. I pressed it between my legs and rode it as he rode me and within a matter of seconds, we were both coming and coming hard. We moaned with the intensity of the fuck and once he started coming, he pulled out and splashed his cum all over my back.

  I collapsed on the bed and he fell down beside me. We stared at each other, breathing heavily. And then we smiled at each other, feeling the mutual love we felt swell up and make us want more.

  He grabbed me and pulled me close, squeezing me tight and he whispered in my ear, so only I could hear, “I love you.”

  “I love you too,” I said and kissed his cheek. I pulled back and stared into his eyes. “How long before you’re ready again?”

  He laughed and said, “I have to say, I love the change in you, Lara, but you are beginning to wear me out.”

  “Can’t take it?” I teased.

  “Oh,
I can,” he said and squeezed my breast. “And I want more.”

  “Me, too.”

  “Just give me a minute,” he said. “And then I’m all yours.”

  “And then I’ll wear you out again.”

  He threw his head back and laughed loudly, then shook his head, the smile from the laugh still on his lips. “Yeah, then you can wear me out all you like.”

  I nodded and looked around the bedroom, at all the unpacked boxes he’d left everywhere after he’d moved in a month ago. “But after that, you need to clean up these boxes. This mess is killing me.”

  He groaned but said, “Anything for you, babe.”

  “Anything?” I asked and grinned. “Anything?”

  “Anything.”

  I liked knowing that he’d do anything for me. It was a good feeling, indeed.

  * * * * *

  I never used to wear him out. I used to be so repressed that I didn’t even masturbate. I’d never even thought about doing something like that in front of him. I was self-conscious about everything I did but when it came to sex, I just pretended it wasn’t important to me. But now? Now, I did all of the above and more. And sex was important to me. Very much so.

  It was like a switch had been flipped on inside of me and I suddenly began to crave sex. I wanted it all the time, too. I even hated going to work because I knew that I’d be stuck there all day and not be able to have sex with Eric. It’s all I thought about; that’s how bad—or good—it had gotten. The more I got, the more I wanted. I’d always heard stories that sex was all men thought about and now I understood. They knew how great it was! That’s why sex is all they think about. Now it’s all I thought about and I couldn’t get enough.

  I also began having intense fantasies, too. Fantasies about us going further and doing other stuff, naughtier things. We hadn’t gone too far just yet, but I had a feeling we would. It would just be a matter of time.

  But right now I was stuck at work late, doing a spreadsheet for my boss. I hated that. I wanted to be at home in my man’s arms, getting him ready to fuck me. I didn’t want to be here, dealing with stupid numbers.

  Just then the phone on my desk rang. I picked up with a, “This is Lara.”

  “Hey, baby,” Eric said. “Are you done yet?”

  I glanced at my work and saw that I was almost done. “In about ten minutes I will be.”

  “Do you want me to meet you in front of your building?” he asked. “Then we could grab a bite to eat on the way home.”

  My car was in the shop so he had to pick me up from work, which was cool. I enjoyed the extra time with him.

  “That would be fabulous,” I said. “I need a drink. Bad.”

  He chuckled and said, “I’ll see you in a few. Love you.”

  “Love you too, babe,” I said and hung up.

  In a matter of minutes, I had finished my work. I grabbed my jacket and bag and rushed to the elevator, pushed the down button and waited. Within a minute, the door opened and I stepped on, digging in my bag for some lipstick. I wasn’t watching what I was doing and I accidently stepped on someone’s foot. I jumped back, startled that there was someone else in the elevator with me.

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said and glanced up, then breathed a sigh of relief when I saw who it was, a former coworker. “Oh, hi, Tim.”

  “Hey, Lara,” he said. “Lobby?”

  “Yes, please.”

  He smiled at me and pressed the button and the doors closed. “How have you been? We’ve missed you on the seventh floor.”

  I shrugged, thinking about my promotion a few months earlier. I had gotten upgraded from a cubicle to my own office. But I was still working for the same boss, just in a different capacity. I enjoyed the pay raise but missed the camaraderie we “cubers,” as we called ourselves, had.

  “It’s good,” I said. “I do miss those three martini lunches though.” That’s what we always jokingly called the working lunches that we went to.

  “You can still come with us,” he said and smiled.

  “I will,” I replied. “If anyone would invite me. I think you guys were glad to get rid of me.”

  He laughed. “No, maybe some of the women, but none of the men. Trust me on that one.”

  I laughed and poked him in the ribs. I’d always liked Tim. He was a cool guy and very cute and funny. Not really my type but he could always tell a good joke.

  “You still with Eric?” he asked.

  I nodded. “I am. Are you still with Annabelle?”

  “No, I’m not,” he said.

  “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” I said.

  “Don’t be,” he said. “She got to be a real…” He paused for thought. “Let’s say a real difficult person to be around, especially at the end. I dunno. I loved her but it just fizzled out. I guess that happens.”

  I felt a vague touch of panic at his words. He and Annabelle had seemed to be so in love. How could it be over between them just like that? What if that happened to Eric and I? I didn’t know what I would do without him. Just then, the doors opened and Tim stepped aside to let me out first. I stepped off and we walked to the front door together.

  “Well, if you ever get tired of him, let me know,” he said jokingly.

  “Oh, right,” I said and rolled my eyes. “You’re out having a good time now though, aren’t you? What’s it called? Sowing oats?”

  “Wild oats,” he said and grinned. “No, I’m not doing much of that. I mostly go home and crash.”

  “I find that hard to believe,” I said and pushed the glass door open. He reached around and held it for me so I could walk through. I did so and looked up and down the street for Eric’s car but it wasn’t there.

  “Are you waiting on someone?” he asked.

  “Yeah, Eric is picking me up,” I said. “My car broke down again.”

  He nodded. “I’ll wait with you.”

  “Oh, you don’t have to do that,” I said and shook my head.

  “Oh, I do,” he said. “Pretty women like you shouldn’t be left alone on street corners.”

  I don’t know why, but what he said cracked me up. I laughed and said, “You are so stupid!”

  “What’s so funny?” he asked.

  “It’s like you were calling me a hooker or something,” I said and stopped laughing. It really wasn’t that funny. I must have been really tired. I get like that when I’m exhausted. I just start laughing at anything and everything. Then I realized what I had just said. “Oh, but you’re not stupid. I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that it was a ridiculous thing to say.”

  “Oh, I am stupid,” he said. “I should have asked you out when you first started working here.” He smiled for a second before asking, “Are you sure you don’t want to go out with me? You can dump your good looking boyfriend for an average Joe.”

  “You are not an average Joe!” I exclaimed. But, no, I didn’t want to do that. I shook my head at him and rummaged in my bag again for the lipstick. I found it and pulled the cap off then looked around for a reflection to apply it.

  “Oh, here,” he said and pulled out his phone. He pressed a button and held it up. “I downloaded that mirror thing.”

  “Oh, cool,” I said and applied the lipstick while looking into his phone mirror. “I love that. I need one of those.”

  “It’s cool,” he said.

  I nodded and looked to my left and saw Eric pulling up in his black sports car. I waved at him and he pulled to the curb, leaned over and opened the door for me.

  I threw my lipstick in my bag and said, “Thanks, Tim. Have a good night.”

  “You too,” he said and waved at me as I got into the car.

  I slammed the door, then leaned over and gave Eric a quick peck on the cheek. “Hey, good looking.”

  “Hello yourself,” he muttered.

  I pulled my seatbelt on and he peeled out. I turned around and looked back, expecting to see tire marks. “Damn, why did you do that?” I asked.

  “It�
��s this car,” he said a little curtly. “It happens all the time.”

  “Oh,” I replied and shrugged off. I pulled the visor down and looked into the little rectangular mirror at my lipstick. It was perfect. “Tim has this great app on his phone. It’s a mirror. I need one of those.”

  “Is that what you were doing when I pulled up?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” I said. “It was so cool. It would be so much better than trying to find a compact in your purse.”

  He nodded but didn’t say anything.

  I stared at him and then cracked up. What man wants to hear about mirrors and lipsticks and compacts? None that I knew of. I was too tired. I needed to get home, have some hot sex, then a hot shower and get some sleep.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “Nothing,” I said. “You just look so cute. Your clothes are all rumpled from work and… I don’t know. You’re so cute.”

  He nodded. “That’s what I’ve been told.”

  “Yeah, I guess it is,” I said and leaned back to study him. “Is there something wrong?”

  He shrugged. “Should there be something wrong?”

  “Why are you speaking in riddles?”

  “Why are you flirting with other men in front of me?”

  My mouth fell open. “What?”

  “You heard me.”

  I leaned back to study him and ascertained that he was, in fact, serious. “I wasn’t flirting,” I said and shook my head at him.

  “Then what were you two talking about?”

  I thought about it. “He said he should have asked me out when I started working there,” I said and immediately kicked myself. Why had I said that? Was I that stupid? I guess I was. I was so tired I was bordering on idiocy.

  “What the fuck does that mean?” he snapped.

  “It doesn’t mean anything,” I said, exasperated. “He’s a nice guy and he just broke up with his girlfriend. He was depressed. Men who are depressed say shit like that. You know that! Your friend…” I snapped my fingers. “What was his name? Donnie? Darren?”