Hi everyone!

Here is another original story I wrote.

I hope you like it!

DESCRIPTION Her best friend’s cousin comes onto her as soon as they’re alone in the house, even though they pretend to hate each other.

NAMES USED Slut, ho

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I hadn’t been drinking, but I felt drunk. The sun warmed me and created a lazy comfort as I dozed on a lounger by the pool. I heard crashing sounds, things being jostled, from inside the house.

My best friend since elementary school came outside with a huff. “I’ll be back, I have to get ice. The fucking ice maker is broken.”

“Damn, it’s not even noon and she’s pissed.” Her cousin was laying on the lounger next to me. I’d known him almost as long as I’d known her. We’d seen each other here at the lake house every summer until the end of college.

“You know what she’s like about drinking her frozen margaritas by the pool,” I said with a laugh.

He turned from his back onto his side, facing me. We heard the front door slam and her car start and drive away. “Have you ever been in this house alone?” He asked.

“Like alone alone?” I paused, thinking. “Yeah, I probably came up here to get towels or something while everyone else was in the water sometime.”

“Huh.” He moved to his back again. “Well,” he spoke slowly, “I know you’ve never been alone in it with me, because we definitely would have fucked.”

“Okay,” I said with a laugh. “What makes you think I would ever have fucked you? You saw the guys I brought up here! Super hot, looked amazing half naked…” I trailed off.

“Yeah, and dumb as fuck. Alpha douchebags who probably never made you cum.”

“Fair. But very easy on the eyes.”

“Ahh, thanks for the burn! So I’m fucking Quasimodo over here?”

I looked over at him and pulled my sunglasses down my nose, keeping them on. I sat up cross-legged and faced him. “Do you remember the night we had our first kisses?”

He pushed himself into a sitting position on the lounger and pulled his knees up, soles of his feet on the chair. “Yeah. I remember everyone kept trying to get us to kiss each other since we were the only ones who’d never kissed anybody.”

“Did you want it to be me?” I gave him a devilish smile.

“I mean… yeah. Most of the other girls there were my sisters’ friends, so I saw them around all the time. You were new blood.”

I threw my head back and laughed. “Okay Mr. Smooth Moves who’d never kissed anybody.”

He hesitated, picking at the hem of the chair cushion. “Did you want it to be me?”

I stared straight at him through my sunglasses. “No.” I laughed.

“Fuck you! I bet you wanted it to be anybody! Maybe that’s why you turned into such a slut after, you got kissed so late in life you were making up for lost time.”

“Okay when she gets back with the ice, you’re not getting a margarita. You get whatever’s in the back of the fridge leftover from last weekend.” I paused, and took off my sunglasses. “And yeah, fine. I wanted it to be you.” My breath caught, and I breathed in sharply to hide it. “I wonder how many people had their firsts here. First everything.”

“A fucking lot. We were wild.” He was still fidgeting with the cushion, but he took his sunglasses off with the other hand and looked straight into my eyes, his mouth slightly opened. We held each other’s gaze, and I could see that his breathing had deepened.

There were no clouds, but it started to rain. I hopped off the lounger and covered myself from the raindrops with my towel. He followed me through the French doors into the kitchen. As I shook out my towel, I noticed he was staring at me.

I wrapped my towel around my waist and caught his eye. With a smile, I asked, “What are you looking at?”

“You.” His breathing had stayed heavy, and he was holding his towel in front of his waist, pretending to dry off his chest and stomach.

I shifted my weight and straightened my back. “Anything you want to see more of?”

He started towards me and reached his hand out, but I took it and held it away from my body. “You can’t touch me yet.” I dropped his hand and walked towards him. We were so close that I could feel the heat from the sun still radiating off his body. “What do you want to see more of?”

“Did you learn this from your years of fucking douchebags?”

“Shut the fuck up and play.”

“Okay, show me your tits.” He said it clumsily, but it made my breath catch. My bathing suit top was tied as a halter, and I pulled it over my head. I held the straps in my hand, just to the side of my face. “Show me your cock first.” I knew he was hard, and I knew he was trying to hide it. To play it cool, like he hadn’t wanted this for years.

“Fuck you.” He was already frustrated. “You asked what I wanted to see!”

“Yeah, but I’m making the rules. So, if you want to see my tits, show me your cock.”

He huffed and threw his head back. “Ugh, fine. Here it is, I’m hard already, okay?” He dropped the towel that he’d been holding, and slid his trunks past his hips, then they fell to the floor.

“Mmmm,” I bit my lower lip and looked up at him, taking one step back. “Beautiful. Here’s your prize.” I dropped the halter straps and my tits swung free. I grabbed them with my hands and squeezed them together. “I guess my nipples could be harder, but they’re still fucking fabulous tits.”

He moved out of instinct, stepping towards me with his hands out. I stepped back.

“No touching!”

“Fuck! Okay. What next?”

“What else do you want to see?”

“I mean, obviously your ass.”

“Not my pussy?”

“I’m gonna have my face plastered to that in a minute, so, no, I’m good.”

My whole body shuddered when he said that. I untied my towel from my waist and let it drop, and I turned around. I put my arms on the counter top and bent over, reaching around and pulling my bathing suit into a thong. I looked back at him over my shoulder and shook my ass.

“Take it off.”

“No, she might come back! I can pretend the straps came untied on top, but how would I explain no pants?”

“I don’t give a fuck.” He moved towards me, reaching his hands out and then balling them up into loose fists before releasing them.

I turned back around, inches away from him. My breath was heavy. “Are you any good at this?” I looked into his eyes and could see he wanted to ravage me. “I don’t remember you bringing many girls up here.”

“See, that’s what you need to learn. You don’t need many if you’re doing it right.” We were so close now that our bodies were grazing each other as we breathed in and out.

I let my head fall back and to the side, and he turned his face down towards my neck. I could feel his warm breath on my skin. I fought the urge to grab him and pull him all the way in. “Do it,” I whispered into his ear. “Touch me.”

He pushed me against the kitchen counter and lifted my leg up. He put his hand down on the counter behind me and my leg draped over the crook of his elbow. His other hand was all over me, grabbing my tits and massaging them. We kissed wild, frantic kisses, built from pent up desire we never thought would go anywhere.

He ground his body into me, his cock rubbing my bathing suit against my pussy. The friction frustrated me. I covered his hand with mine and moved it to the side of my suit on my lifted leg. “Untie it,” I begged. He grabbed at it, still kissing me. Then, he broke away and looked at the tie.

“Fuck this thing!” He pawed at it for a few seconds and then I felt it release.

I tilted my head back and laughed, then moaned as I felt the suit fall away from my hip, opening me up to him. He brushed his hand across my stomach, pulling the fabric away from my skin, and pushed the tied other side down over my hip.

“You better come up with your excuse for no pants,” he said.

My hands were on his hips, and I moved them to the middle of his waist. I backed my face away from his and guided his cock into me, keeping eye contact. As he started thrusting, he bowed his head down, eyes closed. I pushed his chin up with my hand and held it there. “Look at me,” I breathed.

He held my gaze until he threw his head back and closed his eyes. I knew I shouldn’t have questioned it - he was good at this. Smooth, even, deep thrusts, and consistent groans and sputters.

“I wanna lay you down,” he said. “Over there.” He pointed behind me, and without looking, I knew where he meant.

“No way. Your mom will kill us!”

“I don’t fucking care. Get on the table.”

The Table was a long, single slab of antique wood that sat 20 people. There had been family fights over the years about who had inherited it, and who would inherit it. It was a fucking family treasure.

He had pulled out of me and I stood unmoving, my heart beating faster. He put his hand on my hip and pushed me. Gently, but enough that I moved. I turned and walked towards The Table. When I reached it, I put my hands out on it and ran them over the cool, reddish brown wood. He grabbed me this time, turning me around by my hips, and pushed my ass into the edge. I lifted a leg and he pushed me again, enough to shove me up onto it.

As I laid all the way back, he dropped to his knees between my legs. “Fuck yes,” he said. “I’ve always wanted to fuck on this table. Too bad I have to remember it being with you.”

I propped myself up on my arms and laughed. “Shut the fuck up. You’ll remember this for the rest of your life, even without the table.”

He looked up at me, arms wrapped around the tops of my thighs. “So will you.” With that, he ran his tongue all the way up my pussy, settling at the top, making me writhe and moan.

After awhile, he broke away and asked, “Are you close?”

I grabbed his hair and nodded. “Yeah, yeah I am.”

“Too bad.” He stood up and wiped his mouth with his hand, and then licked it. He wrapped his hands around the tops of my thighs again, and pressed his cock vertically between my legs. He ran it up and down over my pussy, soaking himself in my wetness.

I grabbed his forearms and clung to him, using him for leverage to grind into his upturned cock.

“Stop teasing me,” I breathed.

“It’s my turn to tease you. You’ve been driving me wild all weekend. With those sundresses, and this fucking stupid bikini.” His thrusting was even like before, and I needed to feel it inside me.

My legs were bent at the knee and hanging to either side, so I straightened them and rested my calves on his shoulders. I used his shoulders to pull myself up and lower down, taking more control of where his cock was touching me. I needed to concentrate the feeling, so I crossed my right leg over my left one, crossing them at the ankle over his right shoulder.

He moved back and grabbed my ankles in his right hand, pushing my legs towards me. With his left hand, he pushed his glistening cock back into me. Then, he curled two fingers towards himself and placed the straight part between his knuckles on either side of my clit, rubbing up and down a beat faster than he was thrusting his cock into me.

It didn’t take long. He asked again. “Are you close?”

“No. Keep going.”

He laughed. “I won’t stop this time, I promise. I want to make you cum.”

“Mmmmm. Yeah, I’m close.”

He kept going with the same rhythm and speed, coordinated between his fingers and cock. I held the feeling at bay as long as I could, not letting it move from the back of my pussy to the front and then all around. When I let it take over, I bucked my body up into him, rhythmically arching my back and flattening back down. I grabbed his arms again, pulling him into me as I melted back onto The Table.

He let go of my ankles and pushed my legs apart, lowering his body onto mine.

“That was really fucking hot,” he whispered in my ear. “My turn.”

He pushed his cock into me a few more times, then pressed himself up and stood. He pulled out of me and ground his body into mine, cock in his hand. I pushed back into him, holding onto the backs of his legs.

“Where?” I asked.

“Do you care?”

“No, cum where you want.”

He breathed out sharply, and curled his head down. He propped himself up with his free hand as he came on me, shooting it all over my stomach and tits. He stood like that, curled over me, for a few seconds, then he ran his hand back over his cock. I grabbed his hand and brought it to my mouth. As he looked up at me, I stared in his eyes and licked the cum off his fingers.

“What a ho,” he muttered, with a smile.

“Mmmm,” I moaned. “Fuck you.”

He stepped away from me and grabbed my towel off the floor, bringing it to me and starting to wipe off my stomach. “Maybe you’ll be nice to me now, that would be fucking great.”

I let him clean up the mess he made on me, and said, sounding as bored as I could, “No. I still just really don’t like you.”

He immediately stopped wiping and laughed. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

I bit my lip and closed my legs around him, pulling him in as we both laughed.

Then, we heard car tires on the gravel driveway. Both our faces went blank, wide eyed.

“Oh, fuck!”

He grabbed my arm and pulled me off The Table, giving it a quick wipe with the clean side of the towel. I grabbed my bikini and threw him his trunks. We ran in different directions just as we heard the door open.

“I’M BACK! Hello? Gross,” I heard my best friend say. “It fucking stinks in here.”

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