Wickedgirl
03-14-2007, 01:26 PM
Tommy was your average blonde; tall, long legged, curvaceous bombshell body, blue eyes. Her mother was a big time tom boy when she was young so she thought it would be cute to name her first daughter Tommy. If it weren’t for winning the gene pool lottery Tommy always saw herself as a five foot one plump lesbian with a hint of facial hair. Needless to say Tommy was not a name she would have self proclaimed.
Things had been incredibly Harlequin over the past six months. Before her eighteenth birthday she had lost her virginity in a flash in the pan relationship with her ex-boyfriend Justin. They’d only been going out for two weeks and he begged her almost everyday until she gave in. The experience was awkward and unfulfilling at first but on their third and last time while in their relationship it was wonderful. The third time was the charm in the orgasm department and since it was her first time having one she was hooked, which is why she kept seeing him after the relationship had ended, and after she had started seeing someone else.
Miguel was a friend of a friend who was sweet and gentleman-like but Tommy had been shown the way by Justin and she felt some odd loyalty to him. Miguel, who was taking their relationship slow, had yet to even kiss her after two weeks, he said he wanted her to feel comfortable. After a month they’d slept together and it was wonderful but sill there was Justin. Justin had been calling several times a week, mostly when Miguel was not around, stringing her along. One day Miguel answered her phone and found that Justin had been calling for the length of their relationship and that Tommy was never really over him. Being a somewhat jealous lover Miguel threatened Justin and being that Justin knew he had Tommy no matter what, got cocky. In short, the two ended up going at one another with Miguel being the alpha male in the duo. Tommy was conflicted and a bit scared after Miguel had intended on finishing it by finding Justin one night and putting him in the hospital. It was tragically romantic and yet not.
Six weeks later Tommy found herself walking from Justin’s after a late night affair, her friend Lyra along for company. After they’d left Justin’s house and made it a few blocks the black clouds opened up and began to drench them in rain. It was a long way back to their apartment and Tommy knew a guy who lived down the street who was friends with Miguel. They rushed to his house and knocked on the door. Paul opened the door in his sweats without a shirt showing off his clichéd beer guzzling frat boy body. It was chiseled yet soft. He was surprised to see her and invited them to come in.
“What the hell are you guys doing out there in that? He asked.
“We were coming home from a party and we got caught in the rain. Can we get a ride home?” Tommy asked.
Paul stared at her and then looked to Lyra who looked away. He shook his head.
“Can you wait out on the porch while we talk a little?” Paul asked.
Lyra nodded and headed out shutting the door behind her.
“There was no party was there?” He asked. “Christ. This thing between Miguel and Justin, this makes Miguel look weak.”
“I know. I just…God, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
Paul’s eyes narrowed to slits.
“You know what’s wrong with you. If you want to keep fucking Justin stop making Miguel look like a fool and just break it off with him. This just gives Justin an excuse to laugh in Miguel’s face and it doesn’t say much for your relationship. Fuck it. If you wont tell him then I’m going to tell him. This is bullshit. Miguel will end up in prison if he sticks around to put up with your crap.”
Tommy rushed over to Paul and put her hand on his, pushing the receiver back onto the telephone base.
“He doesn’t have to know about this Paul. Neither one of us has to tell him. I love him.”
Paul shook his head moved his hand out from under hers and backed up.
“Take your clothes off and get in my bed.”
The request was so sudden and blunt that Tommy blinked and opened her mouth but no words came out. After a second she turned and started to undress. Paul went over to his dresser and moved stuff around looking for a condom and secretly hit the record button on his camcorder. When he turned back Tommy was naked and sitting on the bed. Paul undressed quickly and locked the door. He took in Tommy’s body. Her rock hard abs and her long well defined legs. His cock was erect and ready to go. Without a word he stepped before her and rubbed the tip of his cock against her lips. Tommy opened her mouth and he slid his cock in and across her wet tongue. Her mouth felt warm and moist and velvety as she began to suck him off. His great hands smoothed out across the top of her head as he bucked against her rhythm.
“Get on your hands and knee’s”, he demanded.
Tommy complied and got up on all fours. Paul stared down at her flawless ass and creamy white thighs surrounding her soft pink middle. He got down on his knee’s behind her and shoved his cock in aggressively. Tommy let out a whimper. Paul’s hands grabbed her hips as he thrust his cock inside of her. His hands, loosing interest, began to roam. One gripped her shoulder while the other reached around and felt her soft mounds. His hand released her shoulder and touched her face. She responded by sucking his finger as it came near. Her pussy was wet and responsive to his busy cock and she could feel her orgasm building up. At any moment it would break free and send shivers down her entire body and covers Paul’s cock with her cum. She could feel her pussy tighten up around Paul’s cock and she struggled to fight back her orgasm but it flooded her body with a powerful sensation. She hadn’t realized she had been holding her breath and when she released she let out a loud sharp moan continued by a long soft purr of ecstasy. She leaned down onto the bed and reached back to rub her clit and his cock as it slid in and out between her legs. Paul grabbed both of her buttocks with his hands and squeezed them as he began to pound into her wet hole faster and harder.
“Tell me you like getting fucked like a little whore”, he said, “Tell me I make your pussy feel good.”
Tommy reached back between her legs and rubbed Paul’s scrotum and thighs and moaned, “Oh yeah Paul, fuck me. It feels so good.”
“Tell me you’re a little whore Tommy. You’re my little whore.”
“Yes. Oh God yes Paul. I’m your little whore. Keep fucking me harder.”
Paul tensed up and his cock spilled out into the condom inside of her. Paul pulled out and slipped off the condom grabbing Tommy’s head and bringing her to his cock. She began to suck him off getting the remaining cum out of his penis.
On the ride back to the apartment the car was silent, no one said a word. When they got there Lyra got out and left without waiting for Tommy. Tommy opened her door and started to get out when Paul caught her arm.
“Tell me something. Back at my house, when I was fucking you. Who were you thinking about? Was it Justin or was it Miguel?”
"Don't tell him okay", Tommy whispered.
"Miguel is a good friend. Every now and then I might get the urge to tell him. I guess we both know how you can stop me from doing that."
Tommy pulled away ran to the apartment. She turned on the shower and washed her body off as she cried.
Things had been incredibly Harlequin over the past six months. Before her eighteenth birthday she had lost her virginity in a flash in the pan relationship with her ex-boyfriend Justin. They’d only been going out for two weeks and he begged her almost everyday until she gave in. The experience was awkward and unfulfilling at first but on their third and last time while in their relationship it was wonderful. The third time was the charm in the orgasm department and since it was her first time having one she was hooked, which is why she kept seeing him after the relationship had ended, and after she had started seeing someone else.
Miguel was a friend of a friend who was sweet and gentleman-like but Tommy had been shown the way by Justin and she felt some odd loyalty to him. Miguel, who was taking their relationship slow, had yet to even kiss her after two weeks, he said he wanted her to feel comfortable. After a month they’d slept together and it was wonderful but sill there was Justin. Justin had been calling several times a week, mostly when Miguel was not around, stringing her along. One day Miguel answered her phone and found that Justin had been calling for the length of their relationship and that Tommy was never really over him. Being a somewhat jealous lover Miguel threatened Justin and being that Justin knew he had Tommy no matter what, got cocky. In short, the two ended up going at one another with Miguel being the alpha male in the duo. Tommy was conflicted and a bit scared after Miguel had intended on finishing it by finding Justin one night and putting him in the hospital. It was tragically romantic and yet not.
Six weeks later Tommy found herself walking from Justin’s after a late night affair, her friend Lyra along for company. After they’d left Justin’s house and made it a few blocks the black clouds opened up and began to drench them in rain. It was a long way back to their apartment and Tommy knew a guy who lived down the street who was friends with Miguel. They rushed to his house and knocked on the door. Paul opened the door in his sweats without a shirt showing off his clichéd beer guzzling frat boy body. It was chiseled yet soft. He was surprised to see her and invited them to come in.
“What the hell are you guys doing out there in that? He asked.
“We were coming home from a party and we got caught in the rain. Can we get a ride home?” Tommy asked.
Paul stared at her and then looked to Lyra who looked away. He shook his head.
“Can you wait out on the porch while we talk a little?” Paul asked.
Lyra nodded and headed out shutting the door behind her.
“There was no party was there?” He asked. “Christ. This thing between Miguel and Justin, this makes Miguel look weak.”
“I know. I just…God, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
Paul’s eyes narrowed to slits.
“You know what’s wrong with you. If you want to keep fucking Justin stop making Miguel look like a fool and just break it off with him. This just gives Justin an excuse to laugh in Miguel’s face and it doesn’t say much for your relationship. Fuck it. If you wont tell him then I’m going to tell him. This is bullshit. Miguel will end up in prison if he sticks around to put up with your crap.”
Tommy rushed over to Paul and put her hand on his, pushing the receiver back onto the telephone base.
“He doesn’t have to know about this Paul. Neither one of us has to tell him. I love him.”
Paul shook his head moved his hand out from under hers and backed up.
“Take your clothes off and get in my bed.”
The request was so sudden and blunt that Tommy blinked and opened her mouth but no words came out. After a second she turned and started to undress. Paul went over to his dresser and moved stuff around looking for a condom and secretly hit the record button on his camcorder. When he turned back Tommy was naked and sitting on the bed. Paul undressed quickly and locked the door. He took in Tommy’s body. Her rock hard abs and her long well defined legs. His cock was erect and ready to go. Without a word he stepped before her and rubbed the tip of his cock against her lips. Tommy opened her mouth and he slid his cock in and across her wet tongue. Her mouth felt warm and moist and velvety as she began to suck him off. His great hands smoothed out across the top of her head as he bucked against her rhythm.
“Get on your hands and knee’s”, he demanded.
Tommy complied and got up on all fours. Paul stared down at her flawless ass and creamy white thighs surrounding her soft pink middle. He got down on his knee’s behind her and shoved his cock in aggressively. Tommy let out a whimper. Paul’s hands grabbed her hips as he thrust his cock inside of her. His hands, loosing interest, began to roam. One gripped her shoulder while the other reached around and felt her soft mounds. His hand released her shoulder and touched her face. She responded by sucking his finger as it came near. Her pussy was wet and responsive to his busy cock and she could feel her orgasm building up. At any moment it would break free and send shivers down her entire body and covers Paul’s cock with her cum. She could feel her pussy tighten up around Paul’s cock and she struggled to fight back her orgasm but it flooded her body with a powerful sensation. She hadn’t realized she had been holding her breath and when she released she let out a loud sharp moan continued by a long soft purr of ecstasy. She leaned down onto the bed and reached back to rub her clit and his cock as it slid in and out between her legs. Paul grabbed both of her buttocks with his hands and squeezed them as he began to pound into her wet hole faster and harder.
“Tell me you like getting fucked like a little whore”, he said, “Tell me I make your pussy feel good.”
Tommy reached back between her legs and rubbed Paul’s scrotum and thighs and moaned, “Oh yeah Paul, fuck me. It feels so good.”
“Tell me you’re a little whore Tommy. You’re my little whore.”
“Yes. Oh God yes Paul. I’m your little whore. Keep fucking me harder.”
Paul tensed up and his cock spilled out into the condom inside of her. Paul pulled out and slipped off the condom grabbing Tommy’s head and bringing her to his cock. She began to suck him off getting the remaining cum out of his penis.
On the ride back to the apartment the car was silent, no one said a word. When they got there Lyra got out and left without waiting for Tommy. Tommy opened her door and started to get out when Paul caught her arm.
“Tell me something. Back at my house, when I was fucking you. Who were you thinking about? Was it Justin or was it Miguel?”
"Don't tell him okay", Tommy whispered.
"Miguel is a good friend. Every now and then I might get the urge to tell him. I guess we both know how you can stop me from doing that."
Tommy pulled away ran to the apartment. She turned on the shower and washed her body off as she cried.