Learning to Love Another Ch. 01

So That's What It Looks Like

I was hurrying back home from a major stress-relieving swim at the pool when I swerved to miss the indecisive orange striped cat in the road and hit the curb instead. The good news was that I didn't hit the cat. The bad news was that my late model hand-me-down car didn't do so well. I blew the right front tire and the rim was, as we say in the mechanical engineering technical lingo, seriously ganked.

"Oh, this is just fucking fabulous!" I swore and sat on the curb to think of what to do.

On the bright side, I had finished my sophomore fall semester finals earlier that day (hence the stress-relieving swim). On the dim side, I had wet hair and it was forty degrees outside and a two mile walk back home. On the bright side, I hadn't broken the axle. On the dim side, the Angel Gabriel was due at the house within the hour, and I had stuff to do before that happened. On an altogether different side, the orange striped cat limped over to me and showed me that it was not indecisive, but injured. The poor thing had already been hit.

"Fabulous."

*****

The "Angel Gabriel" was a long running inside joke with my gorgeous roommate, Angel, and her current boyfriend, who as I'm sure you're jumping ahead to, was named Gabriel. The two of them were planning to have a post exams romantic evening back at our duplex, and I had volunteered to be scarce so they could be alone until late that night. I was just going to go out to dinner and a movie, but now I had a busted car and a busted cat to contend with. The former loomed large in my list of immediate problems while the latter heaved itself onto my lap, snuggled up in my jacket, and proceeded to bleed on my jeans.

Gabriel was a good guy. He was as sweet as could be, and he treated Angel very well. I still thought she could do better, because as my partner Tess would say many years later of college guys, "Bless their pointy little heads. They're just not too bright." There wasn't anything wrong with Gabriel per se, but Angel's brain operated at a whole different level, and I wanted someone for her who could challenge her.

They had been dating since the end of summer semester (Angel and I both stayed in class year round, no summers off), and I could tell it wasn't going anywhere useful. Angel hadn't realized that yet, and at least she was having fun. She also reported that the sex was fun and easy. If you've read Learning to Love Myself, you know why that is different and important to note. They hadn't been at it very long, so they were still in the discovery phase. I had hoped to give them enough privacy to do some discovering that night, but I was afraid I'd have to call her and spoil it.

It was about that time that the policeman pulled up, and to make a long story short, we got the spare tire on the car together, and I took the cat to a local veterinarian immediately after that. How come I couldn't have just changed the tire by myself? Because it took the both of us with the busted cat cheering us on to get the rim un-wedged from the curb. Like I said, it was seriously ganked. Unfortunately so was one of the cat's back legs, but the vet said all it would take was a tiny steel pin, some pain killers, and some time to make her (as I found out) as good as new. In another stroke of good luck, they offered to do the fix up work on her for free as long as I agreed to adopt her afterward. I figured I could cross that bridge with Angel later, so I agreed. They would have to keep her for a couple days anyway.

*****

By the time I got back to our duplex, the hood of Gabriel's car was already very cold. He had probably been there for hours. I really didn't want to intrude on their good time, but I needed clean clothes if I was going to go back out. I had tire dirt and cat blood all over mine.

I thought maybe I could just slip in and slip back out quickly without being too much of an intrusion, so I silently unlocked the door and peeked in. It was quiet in the house and nobody was in the main room of our two room suite. Maybe they had decided to go out as well? Still, no point in delaying so I quickly breezed into the house (right past the wooden spoon on table) and almost made to the bedroom door before I was stopped short by a low grunt and Angel's voice hissing, "That's right baby."

Compelled by curiosity, I peeked around the doorjamb to see Angel lying on her bed, totally naked, tits up and legs spread, holding Gabriel's face against her pussy. Guided by that innate sense we all have to know when someone is looking at us, Angel opened her eyes and looked right at me. She started to say something, but I quickly put a finger to my lips and gave her a stern look. Gabriel was kneeling on the foot of her bed with his (rather nice if I do say so) ass up in the air facing me and his view of the rest of the world blocked by Angel's thighs. As long as he didn't look up, I wasn't really there. I stepped silently through the door and into the room with them.

Angel's eyes widened at my dirty, blood-stained clothes, and she quietly said, "Que diabos?" <What the hell?>

"Mmmmm!" said Gabriel into her pussy. He always loved it when she would speak Portuguese to him.

I quickly enacted an elaborate pantomime that communicated, I'm okay. Long story. Clothes no big deal. I'll sneak into the closet. Get some clothes. Then back out the door. Don't say a fucking word. Her bed was on the far side of the room, with my bed between them and me. The closest to them I would have to pass was about fifteen feet.

Angel nodded eyes still wide that I was in the room and in the process forgot to be responsive to Gabriel's ministrations. He started to pull back from her, but she pressed him back into her wetness with a husky, "Não, não pare!" <No, don't stop!>

I gave her the thumbs up and tiptoed toward the closet. I couldn't help but keep glancing at them as I did. You all know from Learning to Love Myself that Angel and I were sexually active and that we were sexually active with each other; however, we also had a standing monogamy agreement. If one of us was dating someone, all sex between us was stopped. My definition -- or perhaps more accurately our definition, since she helped me define it -- of bisexuality was "either, not both". We figured it was much less complicated that way. We'd already worked through the jealousy issues, and our agreement seemed to be working out. That's not to say that we were just back-up sex partners for each. I loved Angel, truly and deeply. That was true whether we were having sexual contact or not. If we were both unattached, we enjoyed sex as one further aspect of that. It's complicated, but we managed quite well, largely by not taking ourselves too seriously.

All that said, it was still kind of difficult to see her with another person's face buried in her pussy. I loved her pussy and had a strong sense of propriety about how it should be treated. I was not about to deny her any pleasure though, and it was admittedly fascinating to see this experience as a non-participant. I was getting that special tingle down below.

As I drew parallel to them, I was able to get more of a look at Gabriel's body. He was in fine shape and his cock, though not unusually large in any of its particular dimensions, was nicely shaped and positively throbbing. I raised my eyebrows, pointed at it, and gave Angel another thumbs up and an exaggerated wink. She almost giggled and then jerked her head toward the closet in the universal sign for "move your ass!"

I did just that and silently closed myself in the big walk-in closet. I shucked out of my dirty clothes and grabbed a clean pair of jeans and a sweater in the dark. I was just about to get re-dressed when I heard Angel orgasm -- loudly -- on Gabriel's face. Uh oh, I thought, and sure enough there followed the sounds of bodies moving.

I cracked the closet door slightly and peeked out. Gabriel, wasting no time, had moved up to straddle Angel's torso and pressed his erection between her massive tits. Shit! I was stuck now.

Angel had no choice but to play along (not that she was having a bad time, you understand), and squeezed her tits around him. She knew I was pinned in the closet because she chanced a furtive glance in my direction. When she spotted the slight opening in the door, she must have realized that I was watching for my chance to flee. I saw her lip curl mischievously.

"You want to fuck 'em, baby? You want to fuck my big soft tits?" she cajoled in response to his gentle thrusts.

"You know it, baby," he said. "Can I pump a little harder?"

"Uh huh!" she responded. "Rub my nipples while you do. Rub them while you fuck my tits."

There was a slightly manic edge to her voice, and I knew instantly -- she was performing for me. That wicked temptress knew I was stuck, and she was performing for me! Maybe she was trying to get him to cum quickly so they would change positions again and give me a chance to get out, but I was certain that she had ramped up the dirty talk for my voyeuristic benefit.

"Yeah!" Gabriel complied, and pressed his thumbs rhythmically onto her hard, brown nipples as he increased the length and strength of his thrusts.

"Ohhhhh," she breathed. "I love it when you do that. Fuck 'em, baby. Fuck my tits good with your hard cock. It makes my pussy so hot."

It was like bad porn, but it worked like a charm on Gabriel. He was soon thrusting firmly and diddling her nipples with equal intensity. I knew Angel was overdoing it for my benefit, but I also knew that she could at times climax from nipple stimulation alone. It really does make her pussy hot.

Of course, watching the show was making my pussy hot. What a dilemma: do I get dressed and wait for an opening to leave or do I forego dressing and minster to the opening I already had? I stood there undecided and moistening until Gabriel made up my mind for me.

"Whew, gotta stop for a second or I'm going to cum," he said and ceased pumping her slick cleavage. To his credit, he kept rubbing her nipples.

"That would be a bad thing?" she pouted.

"Oh no," he answered, "But I want to do more before I do."

"Like what?" she asked and jiggled her tits around his cock.

"Do it for real."

"Do what for real? Say it."

"Um... put it in you."

"You can do better than that," she said released her tits to take hold of his cock. It was shiny with pre-cum and pulsed in her hand.

"Angel, I feel stupid saying it dirty," he said reluctantly.

"Why?" she cooed. "Don't you talk about pussy with your friends? Don't you like it when I talk dirty to you?"

"Well... yeah."

"Then do it!" she commanded and pumped him slowly in her hand.

"I want to fuck you," he replied tentatively.

"Mmmmore," she teased.

"I want to put my cock in you," he said with a touch more confidence.

"If you keep talking like that, I'll make it worth your while," she said and reached for a condom from the table between our beds.

"I want to slide my cock into your pussy and fuck you... um hard," he tried.

"Better," she breathed and unrolled the condom down his shaft.

I knew what he was going through. Dirty talk really turns Angel on, and she can be demanding and intimidating when her blood is pounding. Of course now my blood was also pounding, so I dropped my clean clothes and slid a hand down into my underwear. If they were going to fuck, I had to stay to see it. I was not about to pass up an opportunity like this to satisfy my own fetish for voyeurism. My pussy was absolutely steaming.

Gabriel climbed off her chest and repositioned between her thighs. Angel reached down and held her legs apart. I couldn't tell from the angle I was viewing but my guess is that he put the tip to her opening before she stopped him.

"I can't hear you," she purred.

"But you'll feel me," he grinned, and I watched as he slid into her and their hips met.

"Ahhhhhh," they both moaned, and I almost moaned with them, sinking two fingers into my pussy.

"Such a nice cock," she sighed.

"Such a hot pussy," he groaned back.

"Tell me more," she said, and I saw her lower abdomen tense, which meant she was squeezing him.

"You're so hot," he marveled. "I can really feel the heat of your pussy, even through the condom."

"You got it that way, baby," she said. "Now fuck me with that nice cock, as deep as you can."

"All the way," he moaned, really getting into it and starting to swing his hips. "Deeeep in your pussy."

Pfft, I thought as I plunged my fingers in and out of my own wet heat and rubbed my clit with the heel of my hand. I've personally put nine inches of a nine and a half inch dildo in that pussy. You're making her feel damn good, but you don't really understand "deep".

"That's right," she gasped. "I can feel your balls rubbing my ass."

"Sweet ass, Angel. You have such a sweet ass."

"I'm glad you think so," she responded between grunts. "Right now you're nailing it to the fucking bed."

"I want to feel your ass bucking against me. Can we switch so I can fuck your pussy from behind?"

"Lick my nipples first," she answered. "I'm close to cumming. I want to cum with your cock deep like this, and then we'll switch."

He did, and in short order Angel came loudly again, moaning his name. In vicarious agreement, I had a small orgasm too. I felt like I was about to burst my bra, so I quickly reached back, popped the four hooks, and let my tits out. I could rub my own nipples then, too.

Meanwhile, Angel and Gabriel had disengaged, and she had rolled off the side of the bed to kneel on the floor. This let her lean over to rest her upper body on the mattress while he took her from behind. For my benefit, she had chosen to kneel in the space between our two beds. This meant that her ass and dripping pussy were pointed right at me. This also meant that Gabriel had to lean over her quite a bit to slide back into her and it gave me a box seat for the action. <Note: I just realized the bad pun of "box seat", but I don't have the heart to edit it out!>

"Uhnnn!" Angel groaned as his weight pushed him deep into her slippery tunnel. "Yeah, that's it baby."

"Your pussy is soooo tight this way," Gabriel answered, "and I love the way your tight ass feels when I go all the way in."

"Fuck me hard," Angel gasped. "Pound my pussy baby. Push against my ass."

"You interested in me fucking it, too?" he asked between thrusts.

"My ass?" queried Angel, breaking character for a moment.

"Yeah," he said, not noticing the lapse or lessening his deep strokes of her pussy. "You want me to fuck your ass?"

That took some guts for him to ask, but I already knew the answer. Angel and I had been through that with each other.

"Sorry baby -- not interested, but I do have a surprise for you. Tell me when you get close to cumming."

The view was absolutely awesome. I could see every detail of his swollen, condom-wrapped cock pistoning in and out of a pussy that I knew intimately. I had not gone all the way with a guy at this point, so this was the most I had ever seen in real life. My first thought was a rather detached, so that's what it looks like. But shortly I came again on my hand, harder this time and doing my best to keep quiet.

Gabriel had gripped Angel by the hips and was really hammering her by this time all the while describing explicitly what he was doing to her pussy while she encouraged him in breathy Portuguese. She had just finished cumming with a long ululating wail, when he announced that he was close. She sat up, forcing him to withdraw from her, pushed him to the side, slipped the condom off, and began rapidly pumping his cock in her hand.

"Cum on my tits! I want you to shoot your cum all over my huge tits!" she commanded.

Gabriel obeyed almost instantly and blasted three or four powerful spurts of semen onto Angel's expansive rack. It was fascinating! I had never seen a guy cum in real life, and watching him squirt was just amazing. I could almost see each pulse start at his toes, travel up his body, and get pumped out of his rigid cock by Angel to splat glistening into her cleavage. Gabriel's eyes rolled back in his head, and he had to hold onto Angel's shoulders to keep from falling over.

"Wow!" he said as he recovered. "That was fucking incredible! Was that my surprise?"

"One of them," Angel replied as she reached for a wet wipe from the container on table between our beds.

We keep them there to clean our toys and for occasions such as this. Angel cleaned the semen off her chest and (she explained to me later) the condom lubricant from his cock.

"There's more?"

"If you want it," she said slyly. "Because you were so sexy and talked so wonderfully dirty to me, I want you to eat my pussy just one more time until I cum and you get hard again. Then I'll suck your beautiful, talented cock and let you cum in my mouth."

To prove her point, she placed the head of his softening cock on her tongue and very slowly sucked almost all of it into her mouth. For emphasis she slid her lips up and down his shaft a couple times before looking up to him for an answer.

"That's a deal I'll take!" Gabriel moaned enthusiastically, and then reluctantly withdrew from her mouth and helped her back onto the bed.

I started getting dressed immediately as they resumed the exact position they had been in when I first came into the room. I didn't want to take the time for my bra, so I just threw on the clean sweater over my swollen tits and jumped into my jeans and boots. As soon Gabriel's face was buried back into his task, Angel frantically pointed toward the door.

I slipped out silently with my heart still pounding and ghosted toward the door. I turned at the last to face Angel once I was behind Gabriel, and fanned my face and my crotch in pantomime of the heat. She blew me a kiss, looked at the clock, and held up two fingers. Two more hours, she mouthed. I gave her the okay sign and silently slipped back out to my car.

*****

I didn't really want to go to a movie at that point. My head was swimming with adrenaline and hormones. The hot wetness in my panties and the caress of my sweater on my nipples didn't help. I needed some food and maybe some coffee or something to ground me and some kind of activity that would occupy my brain for the next couple of hours. I had heard that they had just put a fancy coffee bar in our local giant retail bookstore, so I pointed the car in that direction with a silent appeal to the gods for no more flat tires or injured cats.

One fancy sandwich, some pretty darn good coffee, an issue of Popular Mechanics, and an issue of Cosmopolitan kept me going until the appointed time was reached. I had settled down somewhat, but couldn't completely get the night's show out of my head or the tingle all the way out of my crotch. This was exacerbated by the complete distraction I was proving to be for several of the men (and one girl, I might add) in the coffee bar because of my prominent nipples. I had left my jacket on the closet floor back home with my bra, so there was nothing I could do about it except to try to hide behind a magazine. I was tempted to just go back out to the car and masturbate like the old days, but it was too damned cold.

By the time I pulled back into a parking space at home, I was almost as worked up as I had been when I left. Fortunately Gabriel's car was gone, because I did not plan on staying dressed long once I was in the door.

*****

"Angel!" I called as soon as I shut the front door and relocked it.

"In the shower!" she answered over the sound of the water that just registered with my hearing.

"Good," I replied, shedding clothes all the way to the bathroom. "I'm coming in with you."