It Takes Two

All the while I watched my reflection, feeling embarrassment and shame which translated to lust. The more I should have felt awful, the hotter my body became and the more I wanted to act shameless. My back pressed against his chest before Ken grabbed me and pulled me into him. I swooned in his grasp before refocusing,

"Fuck me like this." I pleaded. Not one to disappoint, Ken reached for my thighs, pulling both wide and up towards me. My pussy throbbed, molten and spreading over my thighs. I looked into the mirror, eyeing my slit spread open and openly offered. So blatant, so fucking degenerate. Ken's cock was hard, a good 8 inches of unrealized frustration, ready to take it out on me- on ME. I could feel it rub on my inner thighs. My muscles stretched and ached, forced to however Ken saw fit.

He couldn't see, so his cock teased me at first, riding against and through my lips. Each time he got close I whimpered. Ken finally slowed, the tip of his cock making contact and slowly easing up against my pussy, the wet, slick sounds almost echoing in my ears. His tip finally penetrated me, entering me without any resistance- not that I could from my position. I looked over at the picture of Willow on the nightstand, my eyes never once straying as Willow's boyfriend buried his prick deeper into me. 'I'm the other girl' I thought, reaching for my breasts and squeezing my nipples hard. I twisted each, needing more punishment on my aching nubs.

That's when the fun started. Once his cock was fully into me, I simply stopped thinking. I stopped caring. Ken shifted into overdrive, pumping in and out of my cunt, shaking my body. My tits bounced up and down, my soft tummy- normally tight- jiggled a bit. My legs were up, my body nearly bent in half. The face looking back at me wasn't me at all, it was a happy girl, one who was getting the fucking she deserved. This vulgar display of carnality was everything I expected it to be and more, living like I'd never experience this again. For all I knew, I wouldn't.

***

I wondered what was going through Mal's head to rationalize getting fucked. I reckoned probably not much. She wanted sex. I wanted sex. So with the banality of ordering a pizza, we had sex.

Twice!

The first time felt a bit awkward, like I was on pins & needles. If I had stopped or hesitated at all, I don't think I could have continued. But I did, burying my cock deep into Mal's eager cunt. I pounded her from behind until I stood up, lifting her up with me and eliciting a loud unexpected yelp when I did.

I easily carried and manhandled the blonde, and I proceeded to pull her off of me before turning around and bending Mal over the edge of the bed. I spanked her ass as she wiggled it for me.

"You on the pill?" I asked. It must have been the first thing I said. First thing I remember saying anyway.

"Yeah, yeah." she answered quickly, not wanting to waste time with small talk. She understood what was coming next as I spread her thighs and thrust my prick into her once more- this time much more comfortable for me. I pounded her into the sheets, harder and harder. Treating her like nothing more than a piece of meat, a fuck toy to use and abuse. I got closer to cumming the more I buried her into the bed, reaching over and grabbing her wrists for added leverage before erupting inside of her. Mal's wrists struggled but there was no way I was letting to, I wanted her to take every bit of my cum.

There was no victory lap, metaphorical or otherwise after this though. Life hits you fast. To say I felt bad after was an understatement. The warmth and whatever came over me drained from my body, leaving me cold and hollow. I let go of Mal's hands and looked at her squirming under me. I acted how I wanted to, and now the guilt swept over me. I deserved every bit of it, but I knew that didn't make it right. I moved my cock out of Mal, looking at the bed and wanting to crawl in.

I pushed her aside and flopped down, to which she scooted over for me. I felt so alone and disgusted for what I did, but Mal didn't seem to pick up on it. Instead, she cuddled up to me, her pussy up against my hip- the warm juices and cum sending a shiver over my body. Mal looked at me like a lost puppy, a mixture of confused, cute and eager to revel in more of my attention.

She planted a kiss on my lips, which I obliged with, but something seemed off. There was a disconnect between us- one which she would surely pick up on.

Finally, reality caught up to her and she looked heartbroken, eyes looking glassy. Her body inched off of me, looking around the room and finally on the door we had left wide open.

"I...I'm sorry." she said lifting up off the bed. I should have let her go, but my heart sank seeing her so crestfallen. So much so that I pulled her back to me.

"Mallory." I whispered to her, embracing her tight.

"I'm a fucking idiot, oh my God." she said turning away from me. I could hear the sadness in her voice, with tears following right after. It made me sick to hear, and once again I moved to embrace her. Mal buried her face into one of my pillows. I pulled in close to her and held her tight.

"No, you're not." I reassured her.

"I am, I fucking am!" she yelled. "You have a fucking girlfriend! I'm a homewrecker!"

Mal couldn't manage to get the last word correctly, nearly choking on it before pausing and whispering it back out. She eased out of my embrace and scooted closer to the wall. I didn't pursue her again, letting her have her space.

"We both should have known better," I rationalized. "We both wanted it, remember?"

Mal didn't respond, but she was clearly listening. I continued.

"We both wanted it. It wasn't right...but we both wanted it. It takes two to tango right?" I didn't hear any more tears, just the occasional sniffle. "And besides that felt, REALLY good."

Mal let out a sudden chuckle before sniffling again.

"Yeah..." she said. "It did. But it doesn't change anything- what we did wasn't right, Kendrick."

Silence filled the room, as we both continued to come to grips. I rolled over onto my back and looked up at the ceiling before turning my head to the mirror and small nightstand on the other side of the room. The picture of Willow looked back at me and it made me feel even scummier. I reached over and set it face down, Mal looking over and watching me just as I did.

"See it looks better that way." she quietly offered. I snorted, managing as much before turning toward Mal, my hand reaching out and softly scratching her back. She obviously enjoyed it, but shot me a rueful glance. Still, I continued to scratch and rub her back. Mal grumbled, arching her back a bit like a cat. This continued for a small amount of time before I stopped, to which Mal turned her head back towards me and growled displeased, making me continue once more.

"You're not mad at me are you?" she finally asked.

"No, if I'm mad at anyone it would be at myself." I answered. It was like walking on eggshells, with a minefield beneath them and some Lego pieces peppered around those for good measure. "I'm an adult, I know what I did."

"Yeah," Mal said, nodding in agreement. "I feel guilty though."

"Same." I answered. "But that's normal, I think."

Mal sat up, not bothering to cover herself with the sheets. There was something freeing about her behavior. For someone who got mad at me for accidentally peeping on her, she seemed much more relaxed about her body now. She looked out at my window, with the blinds currently closed.

"Can we open those?" she asked inquisitively.

"Yeah sure, there's nothing out there but trees anyway. No like, peeping Toms or anything."

"You mean besides the one I'm in bed with?" Mal said giving me a wink and crawling towards the window. She fiddled with the window for a minute, giving me an unrestricted view of her plump ass. "Take a picture." she said knowing exactly where my eyes locked in on. She ultimately got the blinds open, allowing an avalanche of midday sunlight to come in. Mal covered her face with her arms as she slowly adjusted to the brightness. Peeling her forearms from her face, she stretched her arms out wide and basked in the light.

Mal yawned, stretching her arms out and slowly turning her head from side to side, letting her platinum hair playfully jostle as she did. She still found now qualms in her undressed state, giving her bare back to me. Typically, I didn't give much thought to a woman's body aside from the more traditional features; breasts, ass, thighs possibly and a cute face of course. Yet there was an elegance to Mallory's back, lightly toned, smooth and flawless with hardly a tan line interrupting her pale skin. The morning sunlight draped her, giving her a warm glow that complimented her radiant blonde hair. Gleaming with a soft feminine beauty, I didn't see her simply ass attractive or beautiful. No, those words failed to express the lightness that captured my heart. Mal gave off an allure of classical refinement, an attraction that pulled me in.

I got up and inched over towards her, taking her in my arms once more. Mal initially felt cold, no doubt uneasy about our situation. I nuzzled my face against her neck, my arms holding her tight. After planting a series of small kisses on her neck, she turned her neck and looked at me. She seemed to want to say something, eyes simmering with the pain of some mental weight.

"Kenny," she said. "I..." she trailed off, instead opting to simply kiss me. Her hands moved over towards mine and grasped my fingers tightly like vines entrenched on the side of a cottage. Something felt different this time, the earlier kisses we indulged ourselves with felt salacious and naughty. This felt, for lack of a better word, romantic. Even after breaking, her hands still held mine tightly. "My heart feels so...happy." she managed. "It shouldn't, but I can't help it." She must have anticipated a more amused reaction out of me, but there was none of that. Mal had put herself out there, and read me over once more, seeing something in my reaction she approved of and dove in for another, much longer kiss.

"I don't regret it. Anything." I was digging the grave deeper. But once you've already got one foot in, what's the difference at that point? Honesty is the best policy, allegedly.

I pushed her down onto the bed and watched as her glassy eyes shimmered not with tears but with exhilaration. Unlike the first time, my thoughts weren't focused on how wrong this was, but how right it felt. This must have been what she felt the first time. With my hands holding her tight, made love to Mal. Not as I had said the first time, but much more slowly. I took my time, soaking in all of Mal's silent admiration. For everything I did, she matched my intensity and enthusiasm. It was nowhere near as kinky as the first time, but it was easily the most engrossed and invested I've ever been.

"No regrets," she moaned, shoving my face into her chest as I licked and kissed every inch of her. "We wanted this!" she gasped once I grave her breasts more attention.

Eventually at some point the both of us passed out. I awoke first, finding myself lying on top of Mal's chest. She held my head against her, snoring as loud as all Hell. I lifted myself off and checked my phone. 2PM. What a slow moving day, not that I was complaining anyway. There was something otherworldly about it all, something unreal. Part of me dreaded the fact that like all things, it too would pass. But I didn't dwell on it too long, sending a text to my locksmith friend who responded quickly that he could come on over.

I ended up getting dressed, leaving Mal to lie in my bed for some more time. There didn't seem to be any real reason to wake her. She would also probably want some more alone time anyway- whatever had transpired would result in a larger fallout. I myself had to come to grips with it.

My friend arrived about 10 minutes later. He was a man of punctuality, I had to give him that much. Like a machine, he managed to slide a shoelace in through Mal's car door and with a slipknot, lift the lock up. I made a mental note to make sure to invite him to future parties at my place as he opened the door. I thanked him for his time and not particularly caring that this wasn't my car and he went on his way. Leaning in, I took note of how filthy Mal's car was. It smelled of hairspray and vaguely of tobacco. I didn't take her as much of a smoker but an Oldsmobile didn't strike me as much of a car she would drive so I shrugged it off, grabbing her purse and cell phone and heading back in.

I found Mal lounging back in the living room, watching television as I entered. She had put back on the Mickey Mouse t-shirt but not much else besides I assumed her panties. Her hair was a mess, and she looked a bit disheveled, but other than that she appeared to be in high spirits.

"Hey buddy you can't just be breaking into people's cars," she said reaching both hands out grabbing for her stuff. I ignored her and leaned in for a kiss. "No regrets." She whispered to me, to which I replied in kind. She managed to grab her purse but stumbled off of the couch on trying to grab her phone. She rested on the ground, face down, for about a moment before I noticed.

"You need a hand there?"

"No this is actually more comfy, I wanted to be here." she said, half muffled into the carpet. "This is maximum comfy."

I kicked off my shoe and placed my foot on the back of her head. Mal struggled for a moment, her neck straining and hands resting face down on the ground, attempting to push herself off. I finally relented and took my foot off, chuckling to myself as she scrambled to her feet. Her face was flushed, a light pink sweeping over her as her wild eyes darted away from me.

"That...I...uh..." she managed, overcome with some feeling. I simply rolled my eyes and laughed. Maybe she was into that. "Don't do that!" she squealed as I brushed her hair into place with my hand. Mal cleared her throat, getting her composure back.

"You can make it up to me by texting Willow and telling her I'm sorry for any trouble I caused her at the party."

"That's a bit passive aggressive," I said. "Wouldn't it be better just to say nothing?"

"Kendrick Pohlar you simply do not know the proper decorum involving frenemies do you?" she stated in an affected tone, tossing her nose up in the air as if I had committed a serious faux pas.

I rolled my eyes and unlocked her phone, flashing the screen at her- showing her the photo of an old woman who apparently was her wallpaper.

"Shut up, that's my nana." she said slightly offended. I left well enough alone and opened her messages which conveniently opened straight to her messages with Willow. Whatever good mood I felt completely deflated, spotting a draft message ready to be sent out. Attached to it was a picture of Mal & I from the night before.

A picture of us, sharing a kiss.

"Mallory what the fuck!"