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I was surprised to see Noah and Lisa together. I thought Noah would come alone since we planned to hook up. I stood up to greet them.

"Hi, Ania," Noah said. "This is my girlfriend, Lisa."

"Hi, Lisa," I said.

"This is my Polish cousin, Ania," Noah told Lisa.

Cousin? What was that about?

"Hi, Ania," Lisa said, "Haven't we met before? You look familiar!"

Of course, we had met before. We were on the same walking tour in Florence. But I didn't want to remind her of that.

"Of course, she looks familiar!" Noah jumped in. "I showed you her photo when I told you all about my family!"

This was a bold-faced lie.

"Really?" Lisa sounded unsure.

"Of course!" Noah insisted, oozing confidence. "You just forgot. It's something with your memory..."

"Ah, okay," Lisa agreed, though she seemed skeptical.

As they chatted, I started to understand. Lisa looked annoyed, and Noah seemed overly friendly and confident. Maybe too friendly, too confident. This gave me a clue about what might be going on.

They lived together in Urbana-Champaign, two hours from Chicago. Noah wanted to see me, so he made up an excuse. Lisa probably suspected he wanted to cheat and decided to join him. Noah couldn't refuse without confirming her suspicions. This theory seemed plausible.

We went to Starbucks in the hotel to discuss our plans for the day over coffee. I must admit, I hate Starbucks. They always over-roast their coffee beans, but I was hanging out with Americans, and if they wanted to drink diluted mud, I had to fit in.

Noah suggested that we go to a place called "The Art Institute." Lisa looked concerned.

"I don't have my student ID with me," she said.

"Maybe we can go to the Institute on a free day?" she added.

She and Noah were graduate students. Their stipends were probably low. I've heard horror stories from American grad students who came to Krakow about how they had to always be on the lookout for events with free refreshments just to have a meal.

"Today is my treat!" I said. "I'm here on a business trip. My firm is paying anyway."

This was a lie. While I was on a business trip, I didn't know if I could be reimbursed for museum tickets and meals. But I felt bad for Lisa. I wanted to hook up with her boyfriend. That was bad enough, and adding to their financial strain would be worse.

"Thank you so much," Lisa said, looking relieved. "We haven't yet financially recovered from that Florence trip! Which was Noah's idea..."

Noah looked embarrassed.

"Yeah," I nodded, "I know my little cousin. He's so bad with money."

"He is!" Lisa seemed happy that I validated her.

Noah looked angrily at both of us.

I returned to my hotel room to change. When I came back to the lobby, Noah was alone.

"Where's Lisa?" I asked.

"She's in the bathroom," he responded, "I'm so sorry! I wanted to come alone, but she insisted that I take her with me... Maybe she suspects something."

Lisa came back from the bathroom, and we left the hotel for the Art Institute. It turned out that the Art Institute was a famous museum with a lot of paintings. I do not know much about art, but even I recognized "American Gothic," a painting with a stern-faced farmer and his wife.

"Do you know that the woman in the painting is not the farmer's wife?" Noah asked.

I did not know that.

"It's actually his daughter," he explained.

We spent some more time in the museum, and then we all realized we were hungry and decided to find a place to have dinner. Noah insisted that I should taste something called Deep Dish Pizza, so we went to a pizza place. Deep Dish Pizza turned out to be thick and heavy pizza with a deep crust.

"In Europe, we call it a pie," I said. Noah and Lisa laughed at my joke.

Then we went to see something called The Bean. I was intrigued. The Bean turned out to be a shiny sculpture reflecting everything around it. Indeed, it looked like a giant bean.

It was already getting late, and we decided to go to a bar. The bar Noah chose was small and cozy. There was a small stage where a quartet played jazz music.

"The legend is that Al Capone himself loved this place," Noah said.

The live music was enjoyable, but loud. It was impossible to have a conversation. We ordered cocktails. Lisa was clearly displeased with what Noah ordered, but Noah just waved his hand irritably. For a while, Lisa and I were listening to the band. It was good. The rhythm was fast and catchy. I liked the trumpeter's long and elaborate solos.

But then we realized that Noah was completely drunk. It turns out he finished three more cocktails while Lisa and I were immersed in the music. He was slurring his words and swaying. Clearly, it was time for us to go. I paid for the cocktails. It turned out quite expensive, so I decided to save the receipt just in case I could really reimburse it from my employer later. Most likely no, but who knows.

We went outside. Noah could barely walk.

"Fuck!" Lisa said, "I don't know how we will get home. He can't drive like this!"

Apparently, Lisa did not drive herself. It was a surprise for me. I believed that every American learned how to drive at school as part of the mandatory curriculum. This is what my English instructor told me in a summer camp many years ago. But it turns out he was mistaken.

"You can stay at my hotel room," I said, "You can take the bed, and I will take the couch."

"Really?" Lisa said, "Thank you so much! It's so nice of you."

We took an Uber to my hotel room. Lisa made the bed for Noah and herself in the bedroom, and I prepared the couch. I took a shower, said good night to Noah and Lisa, and went to sleep.

I don't know how long I was sleeping, but I was awakened by a gentle patting on my back. It was Noah. He looked completely sober.

"Shhh, Ania. Don't wake Lisa up."

"Lisa is still asleep?" I asked, confused.

Noah nodded.

"Let's go!" he said.

I was still half-asleep. He led me to the bathroom and started kissing me stroking my breasts through the fabric of my nightgown. His lips on my neck felt good. He gently bit and licked my earlobes.That was exactly what I was waiting for the whole day.

But I was scared.

"What if Lisa wakes up?" I whispered.

"I know her, she won't" He whispered back, "And we will be quick anyway."

He slid his hand into my panties.

"Bad girl," He grinned feeling my wetness, "I always wanted to fuck someone when she’s so close!"

I was not convinced it was such a great idea, but he seemed determined.

"Get me ready and prepare your ass!" He commanded and pulled his pants down. His cock was already in a decent shape but not yet fully erect.

I dropped to my knees, took it into my mouth and started moving my tongue around its tip. I felt his blood rushing into his cock. It hardened inside my mouth.

Satisfied with my efforts, I dropped further on all fours. Noah pulled my nightgown up and yanked my panties down. He slapped my ass cheeks.

"Quieter!" I whispered, "Lube's near the sink."

Noah applied to lube the entrance to my anal passage, and then generously coated his dick in the lube. He placed his hand on my mouth to muffle me and started pushing. I felt the head of his cock pop into my rectum.

"You're so tight, Ania! Even after so many dicks that you had in your ass," He whispered into my ear.

Noah started pushing deeper. My asshole was burning. Every thrust was slow, but powerful. The walls of my rectum were stretching.

It hurt.

Noah started to speed up. Every thrust brought a spark of pleasure and pain mixed together. His thrusts became now more forceful, but my walls had been already stretched, and the pain was subsiding. He was squeezing my breasts with his free hand.

It is my favourite part of anal sex: the burning sensation from the initial push gradually goes away, and every thrust of the dick feels filling and sends waves of heat from my pelvis throughout my body.

"I'm going to cum in your ass, bitch!" Noah said and pulled my hair.

With a few hard thrusts, he emptied his load into my anus, He pulled his cock out and slapped my ass again.

"Thank you, Ania. Goodnight."

He pulled his pants up and exited the bathroom.

I remained the floor trying to process what just happened. Had he just used me to satisfy his own fantasy? Is this what I wanted. I was afraid to face it, but the answer was likely yes.

I took a shower and returned to my couch. In the morning I was awakened by Lisa's moans from my bedroom. It sounded like Noah was pounding her and she liked it.

When they finally emerged from the bedroom, they looked happy and satisfied. All the tension between them was gone. They showered together.

We went for breakfast at the Starbucks in the hotel.

"It was so great to see you," Noah said to me when it was time to say goodbye.

"No, thank you," I responded.

"We had such a great time!" Lisa jumped in. "Honestly, when Noah told me he wanted to see his cousin, I didn't want to go with him. I had to study. But he insisted! And he was right to do that!"

I looked at Noah. He grinned.

We said goodbye to each other, and I returned to my hotel room. I had to get ready for my first meeting with the prospective client.

Later, when I was preparing my receipts for the reimbursement request, I realized that all the cocktails Noah ordered at the bar were non-alcoholic.