Part 1

He grabbed my hand and wrenched it away from his dick.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re going to sit down and shut up while I touch your pussy, and you’re going to listen to me. Got it?”

“You don’t —“

He grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me like he would die if he didn’t.

When he finally pulled away, I was swaying on my feet.

“Ok.”

He led me to the big armchair in the corner and pointed for me to sit down. It was almost comically large, the seat big enough to fit two people side by side comfortably.

He ran a hand over his face, eyes scanning my naked body.

“Fucking hell,” he murmured. “Do you know how many times I imagined this when I was fucking my hand at night?”

“You…you thought about me like that?”

He laughed. “You have no idea.”

Maybe this cabin had put us into an alternate universe.

“Well,” I said, swallowing roughly. “Is it as good as you expected?”

“Better. Much better.”

He grabbed my leg and flung it over the arm of the chair, then did the same with my other leg.

“You’re unbelievable,” he whispered, kneeling between my legs. “Didn’t think they made pussies this pretty.”

I had a pretty normal looking pussy, but if he said it was something nice to look at, I wasn’t going to correct him.

I sucked in a breath when his slid his finger down my slit.

“You’re soaking wet,” he breathed.

“Well yeah, I was just in the bath,” I muttered.

He clicked his tongue. “That’s not why, and you know it.”

He put two of his fingers on either side of my pussy and pressed down, one and then the other, watching my clit move side to side.

I whined when he stopped, but that quickly morphed into a moan as he slid a long, thick finger into me.

“Holy fuck,” he grunted. “You’re tighter than I thought.”

He start pumping me, tortuously slowly, his eyes glued to my pussy like he couldn’t look away.

“I don’t hate you,” he grunted, giving me a particularly hard thrust with his fingers. “I really don’t hate you. What I hate is not getting to touch you or kiss you or call you mine.”

“But that’s over now,” he said with a smirk.

“I heard what you said to Jacques at the costume party,” I blurted out.

Realization washed over his face.

But he didn’t stop sliding his fingers in and out of me.

“I’d been trying to avoid you,” he admitted. “Jacques caught on to what I was feeling without me even saying anything. He warned me, reminding me that you were his fiancée’s best friend and that it would be a disaster for everybody if I made a move.”

“Well, he said it would be a disaster if I just tried to get in your pants and leave it at that.”

I couldn’t answer, I could barely hear him when he added another finger and started to pick up the pace.

“I didn’t want just that,” he explained. “I wanted…I wanted you, not just physically. But I knew the feeling wasn’t mutual, which Jacques agreed with. So I told him I’d need some distance to try and get these feelings out of the way.”

“It was still fresh at that party,” he said. “Jacques had told me you were supposed to be out of town, so I wasn’t prepared to see you.”

I just whimpered, hips bucking into his hand.

“When I saw you for the first time, at that backyard party at their house…” He pushed his fingers all the way into me and swirled it. “You were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Still are, always will be.”

I clenched, partly at his words, partly at the way he started curling his fingers in me.

“Do you get it now?” He asked, glancing up at me. “Do you understand?”

I nodded furiously.

He seemed satisfied with my answer and looked back down at my pussy. I was getting close, the faster he started moving his fingers. He noticed, and to my horror, slowed down.

“But—“

“Tell me the truth,” he said. “Admit that you were thinking of me in the bath. Admit that you’ve had feelings for me too.”

Of course I didn’t want to admit that. It was true, and it was true that I’d found him attractive from the moment I saw him, but I didn’t want to say that. I was spread open for him and yet it still felt too vulnerable.

He used his other hand to flick lazily at my clit, grinning when I jolted.

“Say it, Red,” he warned. “Tell me the truth, or you don’t cum.”

He added a third finger and started fucking me like a mad man, and I lost it.

“Yes!” I screamed. “I was — oh shit — I was thinking about you while I touched my pussy and I — yes, yes — and I had a crush on you from the moment I met you.”

And that really was the truth, as much as I’d tried to hide it.

He moaned nearly as loud as I did, and then leaned in to suck my clit without slowing his pace.

I screamed as I came, grabbing at his hair and grinding myself on his face.

My bones felt like liquid as I tried to regain my senses after the pleasure had run its course.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured.

He kissed me and I groaned at my taste. I slung my arms around his neck as he hoisted me up and wrapped my legs around him.

He took a step, and I whimpered, trying to shove myself down on his cock.

“Eager, huh?” He teased.

I nodded, still trying to line him up.

“Let me get a condom, baby, it’s right —“

“No, I’m on the pill,” I said, pressing my tits tighter into his chest. “I want to feel you.”

It took all of two seconds for him to shove his cock into my pussy and start pounding me.

I buried my face into his neck and screamed his name.

His cock was huge and the way he held me while he drove into me had him hitting angles I didn’t even know were possible.

He was relentless, fucking me so hard that each thrust nearly pushed me off his dick entirely. But he kept a tight grip on my ass and yanked me back into him, each time he drove into my pussy.

I was on the verge of another orgasm embarrassingly quickly.

“Oliver,” I moaned, trying to warn him. “I’m — fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”

He somehow started fucking me harder, nearly growling.

“Cum on my fat cock baby,” he ordered. “Let me feel you.”

I screamed again as I had the biggest orgasm of my life, my vision nearly going black from the pleasure. I could hear how wet I was even amongst the crying out and groaning, my pussy sloshing around his cock.

Oliver stopped, his pulsating cock still inside me and caught my eye.

“You just squirted,” he said breathlessly.

Eyes wide, I looked down and sure enough, there was a puddle on the hard wood floor.

I didn’t think I’d ever done that before just from penetration.

He captured my lips in a punishing kiss and started walking to the bed. He dropped me onto the mattress without ever sliding out of me.

“Need to watch these tits bounce while I fuck you,” he said. “Wanna watch you cum for me.”

He grabbed my legs and just about folded me in half, and then started fucking me again.

I was so overly sensitive and yet so desperate to cum again.

“Yeah that’s a good girl,” he said. “Take this cock. Take it deep.”

He dipped his head down and wrapped his lips around my nipple, swirling his tongue and tugging.

“Fuck this tight little pussy is gonna make me cum,” he moaned.

He transferred his weight to one arm and reached the other between our bodies. His fingers found my clit and started rubbing tight circles around the swollen nub.

“Cum with me baby,” he said. “Cream on my cock while I fill you up.”

My eyes rolled back into my head as I came, and a second later, Oliver shot his load deep inside of me.

He was fully soft by the time he pried himself off of me and crept down my body.

I couldn’t even make myself tell him I couldn’t handle another orgasm, just hoped he would let you recover for a while.

He licked a fat stripe up my pussy, dipping it back down to thrust into my hole and shove his cum back in me.

I squirmed and whimpered, too lazy to even move.

He laughed lightly, and then came back to lay beside me, hauling me into his side and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“I’m going to take you out,” he said in between breaths.

I picked my head up to look at him. “What, like kill me?”

“No, take you out on a date,” he said.

I smiled and brushed a sweaty strand of hair away from his forehead. “Tell me the time and the place.”

I fell asleep in record time, and, per Jacques request, was ready at 6 a.m. the next morning.

Oliver and I had just entered the kitchen in search of coffee, and hadn’t even said good morning, when Marissa spoke up from her seat at the table.

“Finally,” Marissa said. “I was worried I was going to lose the bet.”

She stuck out her hand, and Jacques slapped a $100 bill to her palm.

Oliver and I paused and stared at them.

“Uhhh, what?”

“We made a bet a year ago —

“11 months ago, which is why I just won,” Marissa chimed in.

Jacques rolled his eyes but smiled at his wife. “We made a bet 11 months ago about how long it would take for you guys to get together.”

“And I said it was going to take less than a year,” Marissa said proudly. “I remember that New Year’s Party. I saw the longing glances.”

“Ok but how did you know we… you know.”

Marissa sighed. “I have a sense for these things.”

“Yeah, and we could also hear you guys clear as day from our room.”

Oliver didn’t look embarrassed — he just smiled.

But Jacques was giving us a very paternal look.

“Don’t give me that,” I said to him,“How many times did I have to hide under my pillow while you two made that twin XL dorm room bed squeak for hours in the middle of the night?”

Jacques paled. “Consider it even?”

“Not even close,” I replied brightly. “But it’s a start.”

I have a sense for things too, I thought, looking at Oliver. “And I had the sense that this was the start of something good, something permanent.