What the L (Part 5)

I apologize for the length of this part; believe me, I trimmed it way down while writing. There was just so much to put in from the four days that followed Part 4. I hope the retelling of this isn't getting too boring.

I think the next part will be shorter and cover more ground (time wise), maybe all the way to the end of the year.

Just a quick recap: L had become friends with a guy on Facebook that she later told me had been her first “boyfriend” when she was 12 or so. She told me Wednesday that she’d had a long talk with him early in the day, and wanted to tell me more but would have to wait until she had more privacy.

L and I began our chat on Skype Thursday morning with the usual pleasantries. I still felt pain from the recent ending of our “thing”, but I was more worried about what she wanted to tell me. We both avoided the issue for a little while, but finally it came up. And just as I suspected, she was already thinking about fucking TOG (The Other Guy, the name I referred to the fucker as in my head.)

We had a heated discussion about it, but it wasn’t really a fight. I tried to tell her all the reasons it would blow up in her face and cause problems with her husband (hereinafter referred to as B.) I told her it would hurt me. She pointed out that I was the one who called it off, again, and I didn’t bother telling her that I remembered it differently. I asked if we were back “on” would she forget about TOG, and she said no, but did I want to be back on. I said not if she was going to be fucking other people. And on and on it went.

But understand, again it wasn’t really a fight. It was direct, and coarse, but it was just a normal conversation for the most part. We also talked about her daughter’s upcoming birthday party that weekend and the wife’s and my plans for coming down. But the main theme was about TOG. 

She told me that they hadn’t made any plans or even directly talked about it, but she said they both knew the other was thinking about it. My near panic had subsided to a gentle unease, so I let it go.

The rest of Thursday and Friday were an emotional roller coaster for me, as L would tell me things that would have me going from relief that nothing was going on, to being almost certain that she’d be fucking TOG within a week. By Friday night I just told her that I wasn’t going to try to stop her, but not to ask me to help her either. We argued a bit until she finally said Shithead (the guy she was fucking the summer before) would help her. She knew that would sting, and she was right.

When the wife and I arrived at their place Saturday, L was in full stress mode. This was her daughter’s Sweet 16 birthday party, and everything had to be just right! They’d hired a limo to take the daughter and some of her friends to a really nice Japanese Steak House, and we helped L get other things ready. When the girls left in the limo, B and his son went in his truck (so they could smoke) and the wife drove our van with L, a long-time girlfriend of L’s, and me.

L and I rode in the back, and it was like nothing had changed at all. We cracked each other up with jokes and teases, and when the wife and L’s friend weren’t looking, we were sneaking touches and knowing looks at each other. After dinner we had the same driving arrangements on the way back, and now that it was dark we were more daring. We kept it cool for the most part, but the passion and desire were as strong as ever. I couldn’t see how we’d have time to do much of anything, but I was just living for the moment

We got back to the house and all of us sat out by a fire, drinking and generally having a good time. I looked over and saw L having an animated discussion with her friend, but because of the music I couldn’t hear what they were talking about. The daughter and a few of her friends who were staying over for the night were running back and forth from the party area by the fire to her room. Around midnight the wife said she was going to bed, and one by one everyone else went too until it was just L and I and the girls. One of the girls said the fire was dying, and L and I went to get some firewood.

It was in a secluded, wooded area of the property, and as soon as we got there L turned to me and was in my arms. She warned me that we’d have to be careful, but she was just as eager to make out as I was. After a few minutes we broke apart and collected some wood (ba-dum tsshh!) and got the campfire going again. The girls were distracted, so we snuck off to the side of the house to talk and make out some more.

“Here we go again, huh?” L laughed.

“Yea. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed kissing you.”

“I know! I’ve wanted this all night!”

I wanted to ask about TOG, but I didn’t want to start another argument or ruin the mood. We were being stupidly reckless, though, because the girls weren’t that far away. We were hidden from their immediate view, but we were getting into some pretty heavy petting, and one of them could have come around the corner and taken us by surprise at any moment. We stopped and went back to the fire, and suddenly the girls disappeared. L went to the house to check on them, and came back out and said they were in the daughter’s room.

We went beside their shed to where L’s and B’s motorcycles were kept. It was dark back there, and we were necking and petting again. L rubbed my crotch as I massaged her tits through her shirt. She pulled her shirt and bra up so I could play and suck on her nipples, and before I knew it my pants were unzipped and she was stroking my hard cock. She pushed me back and kneeled down to take me in her mouth, sucking and licking me to full hard on. She stood up and kissed me, then looked in my eyes and said “I need you to fuck me now!”

“Where?” I asked, looking around. I was actually looking for someplace we could get undressed and take our time with each other, which is an indication of just how drunk I was.

“I don’t care; right here! I just need your cock in me now!”

I pulled her shorts and panties down to her knees in one motion, then turned her around and bent her over B’s motorcycle. I leaned down and spread her cheeks and licked her ass and pussy as best I could, but she was already soaking wet. I stood up, positioned my cock, and rammed in as far as I could. “Oh, god yes!” L groan, grinding against me while I was buried to the hilt in her. She was so wet and tight!

I tried to be gentle and go slow, but she was having none of it. “Fuck me, Rob! Fuck me hard!” She was trying to be quiet, and I tried to keep an eye on our surroundings in case someone came out, but at that point I can’t honestly say I would have been able to stop. I was pumping her hard while she held on to B’s bike, and when I came I thought I was going to pass out. We were incredibly lucky that we didn’t get caught, but at that moment I don’t think either of us cared. Plus, we’re only talking about two minutes, tops, between pulling her short down and pulling them back up.

We got our clothes straightened back out and went back to the fire pit area. “I’ll be back in a minute. I’m going to go clean your cum out before it runs down my leg,” L laughed and headed inside. I got a beer and sat in the love seat swing they had out there, smiling to myself and feeling pretty satisfied.

She came back out and sat beside me, saying the girls were still inside. I put my arm around her and she curled up against me, fitting together like we belonged that way. “You’re not going to fuck him, are you?” I asked.

“Rob!” she sounded exasperated. “I don’t know; I might.”

“But why? Aren’t I enough for you?”

“It’s not about that, baby. I just want… different dick, I guess!”

We went back and forth like that for several minutes, but also kissing here and there, when suddenly the girls came tearing back out to the fire. They’d put together a homemade Ouija board and said they were trying to contact spirits. While their attention was on that, L had the idea to lay the back of the love seat swing down so we could lie down together. She had a blanket that we snuggled under, and continued talking. Keep in mind; the girls were not 10 feet away from us at this point.

In fact, one of the girls was sitting at the picnic table practically within arm’s reach of us, talking to L and me. I slipped my hand down L’s shorts, and she bent her knees to hide my movements while I played with her pussy and clit. I was drunk enough to think we were being stealthy, but I wonder what the girl was thinking about how L was gasping and moaning while we talked. I can’t say for sure that I didn’t give L a long, passionate kiss while I made her cum with the girl sitting right there! Awkward!

I started to come to my senses a bit as L calmed down from her orgasm (it was probably a quiet one though, right?) and the daughter’s friend studiously looked everywhere but at us. The daughter and the other friends were still by the fire playing with their spirit summoner, when L suddenly sat up and said “I want ice cream!” What the hell, we’d earned it. The clearly embarrassed friend said she wanted some too, so the three of us got in the van and drove a mile or two down the road to Sheetz. Just adding on to the night of out-and-out recklessness, of course I was way too drunk to have been driving.

We made it back without me killing us or anyone else, and L and I continued talking. We were sitting at the picnic table and no shenanigans were going on, but the way I sat behind her, with my arms snaked around her front, would have looked awful cozy to anybody who might have noticed.

Fortunately, B didn’t seem to notice when he yelled for L out the back door to come to bed, because it was 5:30. He still didn’t notice 15 minutes later when he yelled out again for her to come on, so L got up and went inside. I stayed out and finished another beer, and went into the house about 15 minutes later.

I was tired, drunk, and emotionally exhausted. I didn’t know what was going to happen with L and TOG; hell, I didn’t know what was going to happen with L and me. I sat on the blow-up mattress the wife and I would sleep on when we stayed there, getting undressed quietly and trying not to disturb her. I heard L whimper from her bedroom, and B chuckled and said something I couldn’t make out. The bedsprings started squeaking and when L moaned I had to laugh a little. Way to go, B!

A few short hours later, we were all awake and hung over. B went to the local NASCAR race track to tailgate with some guys he knows, but the rest of us just lolled around feeling cruddy. I noticed L was messaging with someone on her phone, and I sent her a text asking if it was TOG. She said it was, and a little later handed me her phone so I could read it. It was typical, naughty messages between them, which I thought escalated kind of quick considering the timeline.

One thing kind of stood out as funny, though. TOG had messaged something about wanting to lay L down and lick her all over. My first thought was “after two loads of cum in her, you might want her to shower first buddy.”

The wife and I left a little later, and I let her drive as I was still in no condition to. My emotions were all over the board, but I was too exhausted and hung over to deal with them. I pretended to sleep for the long drive home just so I wouldn’t have to concentrate on conversation while I mulled things over.