Agreement Ch. 03

Her arm closest him opened from her side, and it put her hand above his lap. Her face stayed ahead, but she remained keenly aware of where her hand was. In one more second, it found his prominent bulge.

He jumped, startled beside her, and she waited until he had stilled. He sighed hard, and his far hand darted to where her hand was on him. He flattened her hand against his hardness, and then he made a move back and forth to have her rub him. As her hand rubbed, she also grasped tighter, and the recognition by him made him groan as well.

His hand stayed on hers, but it stopped trying to direct her. She could tell his lap was shifting, and he couldn't sit still. Her hand flexed more open, sensed for the curl of him in his jeans, and then pulled on it, to bring her hand out and back. Her hand had gone out and back two slow times, when she heard him begin to pant.

As her left hand caressed in his lap, her right hand decided to tug. She directed his hand closer to her face until it was at her cheek. Her smaller hand then put his hand against her face, the side of it meeting her soft cheek. He flexed his hand and kept the contact, probably too distracted by what was happening in his lap to really be aware of their touch at her face.

Her hand atop his at her face stretched over his. Her fingers caught his first two fingers and then curled in, perfectly normal at first. But then, her fingers kept bringing his two fingers towards his palm, only to divert them before they met his palm. Her hand wrapped the two fingers in her grip, and brought them to her face.

There in the darkness, she puckered her glossed lips, and she kissed his two fingers held by her hand. He jolted in his seat beside her. Her left hand still held him in his lap, but her right hand held his fingers at her mouth. He grunted.

Her lips left and returned for a second kiss, and this time the kiss lingered. His fingers felt smooth and hard to her, and she thought of something else she would do later. He traced those fingers over her lips, and she churned deep in her pussy.

Lightheaded with all the sensations running through her, she gripped even harder on his bulge while at the same time, taking her mouth off his fingers. She stopped him from tracing her lips, and waited a brief moment. She didn't keep the fingers away for long.

Holding his fingers, her lips returned, and she tried to relax them as much as she could while still not parting her mouth. Her hand eased at his fingers on her lips, and the small push took the fingers past her lips. She didn't open her mouth as much as she pried his fingers past her lips. Her tongue pressed to the underside of his fingers, and her mouth squeezed down tight on them.

She could hear more panting from him beside her, and she decided not to let up. Her face moved more forward, and when his fingers were well inside her mouth, she started pulling back from them, sucking against them as she did.

His reaction was stark. He jumped in his chair, and started lifting himself to stand. His abruptness startled her, and her hands flopped back towards her. Once he stood straight, he reached to her. Taking her by the hand, he led her up and out.

He rushed to get them out of there.

She grinned to herself all the way out.

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5.

The SUV moved quickly in the night time traffic. She felt much better leaving the theatre than she had arriving, even though she could feel her panties still soaked. She wasn't going to worry about that. She expected he was going to get them home as soon as possible.

He chattered nervously. His tight tone thrilled her for some reason. She didn't think she could get to him like this.

"That was wild." His voice cracked. "What got into you?"

She gently laughed.

"That was so unlike you." He stole glances at her as the streetlamps occasionally lit her face.

She murmured a reply. "You started it."

Her playful mood paused. He didn't exit where he should to go to his apartment.

"What are you doing? Are you taking me home?" She couldn't hide the concern.

"Well... dad asked me to bring you back tonight. I---"

"I don't want to go there. I want to go to your place."

"I understand, but I... . I mean---"

"Listen, doesn't it seem weird how he's being? We never would have thought this about him, and now, uh, he's like wanting to be involved. I don't know."

Trevor shrugged. "I know, but all things considered, he's being pretty understanding. I mean, he's not pissed off. He's not making a big deal. I worry if I let myself think about it too much, it'd almost be sad. Then again, hey, if he's turned on by it, then so be it."

She weighed what he was saying.

His voice trailed some. "I just want to be fair about it. Fair to him."

The SUV kept a quick pace closer and closer to home, and there was an extended quiet that he finally broke.

"You okay? What do you think?"

As long as Bill wasn't right there around them when they got home, she'd be fine, she guessed. It was hard to think clearly because she was still in a fog from the theatre. Her wetness remained, and the masculine look of Trevor hurrying them home still stirred her.

He looked back over to her. "Hey... ."

She peered back at him. Her entire torso relaxed back into the comfort of the leather seat. Her face stayed turned to him, and her tone lowered to where it was a purr. He had to keep an eye on the road, but kept looking over at her. His brow tightened.

She lifted her hand and put it to where she could stroke his hair as she spoke.

"Get me home. ...I want you inside me."

His eyes bugged and his mouth fell open.

She kept her soft tone. "That doesn't surprise you does it? That I need... your cock... inside me?"

Her eyes stayed unflinchingly on him, and he kept darting his glances between the road and then to her. She didn't smile or change expression at all. She wondered if she appeared as lustful as she felt. She didn't want there to be any doubt.

"There is nothing I won't do for you."

He swallowed hard and whipped the SUV into their driveway.

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6.

Her hands trembled, and she had trouble unlocking the front door, but she finally got it open. The house was quiet, and only a hall light gave a stream of brightness across the room. She headed in the other direction.

Away from the foyer and around a corner, there was the formal living room they rarely used. The room was dark with only some moonlight slipping through a large side window. Her feet took her to the middle of the room, in front of a long sofa that Trevor plopped down onto, where he started frantically ripping at his shoe laces and wresting his shoes off.

Her hands moved furiously at the buttons of her blouse, and her gaze towards him went to the framed pictures hanging on the wall above the sofa. Three large family portraits taken at various holidays over the years. Her eyes blinked at the images of Trevor there, even as her hands worked at her jeans and pulled vigorously at them.

Her attention left the wall as soon as Trevor stood. His eyes burned intensely back at hers, as he ripped his shirt over his head and off him. As he tossed it aside, his chest rippled, and she had to force herself not to glance back and forth from the portraits to his bare, hard chest. When his torso and abs tightened from his hands working his belt, she stopped worrying about looking anywhere else.

By this time, her jeans and blouse were off. Her bra peeled off too easily, and her breasts jutted free right in front of him. His eyes fixed there. Her hands reached down, and in a long, straight pull, her damp panties slid right off.

Her hands already near the floor, she just reached out and collapsed there, right onto the living room floor. She sank her bottom against the carpet, squeezed her legs together, and let her back recline. Sprawled back with her hands to the sides and her knees still bent, she watched him.

His jeans had been tossed, and his hands dragged his boxers on off. He was lowering himself to the floor, and he was no doubt catching her eyes. Even knowing he was watching her, she still couldn't hide it. Her eyes locked onto the sight of his engorged trunk of a cock pulsing not far from her. Oh my god.

He put his hands atop her knees, but he didn't have to move them. Her legs fell away from his hands and open. She studied his eyes go right between her legs. It had to be obvious how wet she was. But she didn't care. Come here.

He bent further down in her direction, and she spread her legs wide. When his hands planted on each side of her, her own hands went to his ribs. She caressed firmly. His skin was so taut, so firm.

His hips maneuvered between her thighs, and as he set himself, one of his hands went to her chest. It scooped her breast into a cone and his mouth fell straight onto it. When his lips locked to her nipple and drew her hard in, she groaned loudly. For a split second she thought of Bill hearing her, but she was well past caring.

Her right hand reached between them and she found his thick cock. Her frantic hand struggled to grip, and then she angled him. Her knees lifted and pulled towards her front. She couldn't suppress a small cry at what she expected.

She hurriedly tried to coat him with her juices at her opening, and his face switched from one breast to the other. The feel of his wet mouth and tongue lavish her pointed nipple ran more ripples of pleasure through her body. He took a lot of her breast in his mouth.

Her hips wiggled back and forth, and she worked his head between her lips. Before she could shift her hips to him, he thrust. She yelled out.

"UUNNGGHHHHH!!!"

He went just back from her, and her hands clutched onto his back. She held on. Her face felt contorted. Before she detected him moving, the feel of her pussy stretching wide hit her. When he definitely was moving over her, her legs jerked out and her middle felt invaded. Stuffed full, her hips tilted off the floor and her head went back and up.

Her mouth was open a couple of seconds before her scream even sounded. When it did, it was loud.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The shriek made him pause, and as he held there, she started blacking out. Stars in her vision flitted about as she heard herself cry out again. He went back to moving, and his pace was steady. It was like he wasn't withdrawing very much, but he was still stroking in her. She tried to speak but couldn't. Suddenly, it was like the room was fading. Am I passing out?

His face twisted over her and his eyes were squinted. His mouth was open, and he may have been moaning but she couldn't hear over her own grunts and yelps.

Her hands held onto him, and out to the sides, she glimpsed her legs whip about with the pace of him.

They both shook hard and groaned. She felt him pumping his juice in her over and over again. She didn't think it'd stop.

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7.

Trevor drove his SUV towards his apartment, staying quiet as he listened to her voice stay sharp into her phone. He knew his dad wasn't happy on the other end. He also knew she was adamant. The roads were close to empty, and the only sounds were her piercing tone and the muted squeaking he could hear, but not make out, from his father's side of the call.

"No, not all," her tone was cutting, "you had your way about how the first half of my night went. It was all up to you."

There was a break where she listened, and he winced hard. Is this really even happening? My parents are arguing over my mother going home with me? When it was my dad's idea she and I go out in the first place? He shook his head.

Her voice snapped back. "You planned the date anyway, Bill. Do you get that? You planned on me going out with him. Then... ."

Bill must've interrupted her. She sat quiet a moment longer. Then, jumped back in.

"Hey, you probably came downstairs anyway, didn't you? Did you watch? Did you listen? There's no way you can tell me you at least didn't listen."

She stopped again, and he could hear faint squeaks where his father argued on. She again cut him off.

"That's enough. I'm done arguing. Think whatever you want to think. I'm staying with Trevor tonight. I swear to god---leave me alone tonight."

They were almost to his apartment, and Trevor didn't speak.

His head insisted that this part, their fight over what she did now, was on them. Was up to them. He hadn't deceived anyone, and he hadn't crossed anyone. This was their argument.

At the same time, he was bringing her with him to his place to stay overnight. She had insisted, but he was permitting it. Inside, he felt like he was complicit with her. He glimpsed her, and saw her head looked down and her shoulders drooped.

"Hey," he tried to help, "everything's alright. You should do what you want."

Her face slowly looked his way. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. You were right with him."

Her face brightened. "I was?"

He'd made a decision, saying that. One he didn't regret. He was now certain.

"Yeah. You were."

Her voice dipped low. "Trevor, this should all just stop. I mean, where does it go? Where does it end? It's not like we can all just sit down and have a normal dinner at the holidays, or something. Not if this keeps up."

He glanced over at her. Her cute little grin may have been for the sake of politeness, but he knew the other part of her she shared with him. The part that didn't stay polite. He searched for the right words.

"I don't know. I... ." His voice trailed, and she put her attention back on the street ahead of them.

He tried to think of something smart, something sane for this insane situation. Only one thing kept coming to mind, and it was too corny to be the right thing to say.

Her voice was faint. "It's okay."

This is either going to sound great or fucking stupid.

"All I know is," he looked over again and caught her eyes searching back at his, "you're what I think about when I wake up, and before I go to sleep."

Her mouth fell open. "Trevor... I love that."

She pulled over to him across the seats. She planted a slow kiss to his cheek. When she sat back down, she stayed close to him in the front.

Couple of quiet moments later, they pulled up at his place.

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8.

Julia loved how soft his sheets felt as she sprawled about in them. Trevor clicked the bathroom light off, and the outside moonlight still lit part of him in the dark bedroom as he crossed over to the bed. His silhouette seemed to almost float toward the bed. It dangled between his legs as he got closer.

She stared as he got into bed, and she couldn't avoid a smirk. Really? Just proud or doing it for me?

He was getting between the sheets and comfortable, when she couldn't resist finding out.

"Do you always sleep in the nude?" Her sound was probably just a little too giddy, she worried.

He settled onto his back. "Not always, I guess. Mostly."

There in the dark of his bedroom, it felt like one of the rare times when the wildness of what was going on finally caught up with them. Her head eased to his chest, and his arm circled around to cradle her shoulders and keep her close. This position stayed for several moments. I can't let this get more awkward. He just listened to Bill and I fight.

She half-whispered, her face resting on the bare skin of his pec.

"Tell me something."

"What's that?"

How do I put this? "Um, back in the beginning of all this... how did it start for you?"

"I don't understand."

He's not going to make this easy for me, I guess. Her left hand traced lightly at the smattering of hair on his chest and near her face. "When you approached me in the beginning, I mean, that couldn't have been easy. At Prizzi's.

He was silent above her.

She went further. "That night you... kissed me. And, started all this."

"No. No, it wasn't easy. But... ."

"But what?"

He shifted in bed some, and it made her head sway atop his chest. His skin felt warm and solid at her cheek. As he settled again, he spoke a little lower.

"But I wanted to very much."

She instantly smiled. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

They were both quiet a little longer. Her mind raced. She couldn't even decide which question to ask next.

"Had you thought about it a lot?" Her eyes batted, knowing what she hoped he'd say but unsure what he'd actually say.

"Yeah, a lot."

"You could have really caught hell for it, huh?"

"Really could have."

All this stirred her. Hearing him admit these things. The memory of his having made the pass at her. Her middle started to react and her thighs pressed.

Her voice grew faint. "Guess the daring of it was thrilling."

In her sight line, even in the darkness, she noticed something. The sheet just lower than her face moved. Is that him? We just did it earlier.

She kept her voice muted. "When, Trevor?"

"Huh?"

"I'm curious about when."

He stammered some. "Wh-when what?"

Bracing a bit, she eked out her question. "When did you first think about fucking me?"

The sheet down from her definitely moved this time.

"Uh, really?"

"Oh yeah. Really." Between her legs, the dampness returned for certain.

Now, his voice lowered and for a second, she wondered if he was teasing her. The more he said, the less she thought so. He was just being honest.

"I can, um, remember it. Last summer. We were all going out to this dinner. You had on a black dress that was... hot. And, I couldn't remember you ever having worn anything quite like it."

She sighed. That dress was a favorite of hers, and she had debated even wearing it that night. She remembered exactly when he was talking about. The thought would have never crossed her mind that her son would have reacted to that dress. Her concern had been for others at the dinner.

"Wow," she mumbled.

Silence for a moment more, and then she added. "Since then?"

In the time before he answered, the sheet looked different to her. Tented?

"Ever since then."

A grin passed her lips as she faced the bulge in the sheets below her face.

"So, I can't help but ask."

"What's that?"

Her hand left her side and went to where the sheet rested above his waist. Her fingers gathered it and barely lifted to drag it down and over his crotch. The shadowy form of his engorged cock appeared. She made sure the sheet was off his crotch and down on his legs.

She could hear his breath catch. Her hand came back to put her fingers lightly on his skin at this waist. Small traces went about where his pubes thickened below his waist.

She made her words distinct. "You said you started feeling that way last summer. It's been some months." Her fingers drew lines at his tender skin. "Have you thought of me and... done it?"

His chest rose and lowered, causing her face to do the same. His cock pulsed at the question.

"Done it?"

Smart ass. "Have you played with yourself and thought of me?" Her fingers wandered further into his pubic hair and closer to the base of him.

His response was raspy. "Yeah."

The image of him doing that eluded her. "Show me."

"Wh-what?"

"I said, show me. Right now. I want to see what you did."

Her pussy was damp now. Part of her conflicted with being so dirty with him, but the urge won out. This is crazy.

From the corner of her eye, she first saw his hand appear, and it went straight to his dick. His fingers wrapped his base and held a second. His words stayed rough.

"You sure?"

Deep inhale. "Yeah."

His fist moved up his shaft and in her direction, and as it drifted back down, his cock looked like it grew even more. His strokes were gradual. Long.

Her face tilted so she could peck the skin of his chest, and with another deep inhale, she angled her kisses lower. The soft presses followed the slope of his torso down. Her eyes stole glimpses of where his fist kept moving.