Mary's discovered in bed

Part 2, following "Mary's calamitous revenge"

When Mary woke she was face down, and the gentle touch of a hand was running up and down her back and over her ass. It felt nice, sensual. It was on the edge of tickling, bringing her goosebumps out. The hand drifted down the back of her thighs. Mary gasped at the first gentle kiss on the back of her neck. The hand held her ass gently, rather than squeezing it. When her thighs were pushed she opened them. The kissing moved to her shoulder, the hand to her pussy. She was sore, but it was gentle, ever so gentle. Slowly a finger dipped in and drew wetness from her. A tiny slop-slop-slop started as the kisses continued back to her neck.

Mary suspected it wasn't Bud, he didn't seem capable of making her feel that nice - but she dared not to turn around and find out. Better not to know for sure. Maybe Bud had calmed down after the sex and more beer.

A sound like a lid flicking open was followed by a coldness on her slit. For a moment Mary jumped. The finger at her vagina began seamlessly and painlessly sliding through her slit. It felt like a beautiful soothing gel was being rubbed into her sensitive spot. The kissing started at her neck again as the finger pushed slowly into her vagina. It felt exponentially better than earlier. Mary opened her legs further, giving more room.

A bare erection rubbed against her hip, causing her to shudder. It was hot and it was hard. The hand in her vagina came away and Mary felt oil being poured directly onto her ass and hips. The guy behind her directed most of the oil back down to her pussy, pushing some of it inside. Next, it felt like he was pouring it on himself. Her body was pulled up onto her side. One of her legs was lifted. He shuffled to get in place, pointing his cock at her pussy, rubbing the tip up and down the inside of her flaps. It was silken smooth. When he held his cock to her clit and rubbed it, Mary's hips flicked. When he moved to enter her, she leaned forward to better let it in.

"Oh god," Mary whispered as the cock slid seamlessly into her, oiled up as they both were. The cock struck into its natural depth and held for a minute. Then it started giving her tiny little fucks, twisting her around so her flaps could feel the base of his cock pushing around them in a circle.

"What's your name?" the male voice behind her asked.

"Ah," Mary gasped at one of the mini thrusts. "Bud? Where's Bud?"

"I don't know. Who is Bud? Is he your boyfriend?"

"He's the guy... ah... ah.. that I came here with."

"He's not here now. Everyone's gone. Except you. In my bed."

"He's gone?" Mary turned and asked, to see if the guy was telling the truth.

"He's gone," he said into her eyes, then gave a long slow stroke out and back into her pussy. "It's just us two."

Mary turned away and said nothing. The guy fucked her slowly, the slop of the oil mixed in with her juices making noises as he went.

"He is your boyfriend?" the guy asked again.

Mary shook her head as the guy struck up her and held himself there.

"Okay. What's your name?"

For Mary, it was the strangest question of her life. A guy had his penis inside her and they'd never met. They'd never spoken a word to each other. She had never even seen his face before his bare erection was inside her vagina. What did it matter what her name was?

"Mary."

"Mary. Okay. I've got to say, Mary, your cunt feels really good. It's been a long time since I've felt a grip like yours," the guy said, moving in and out slowly and carefully. "You can't have fucked many guys before."

Mary turned back to look at him. His face seemed nice. He was older than her, maybe five years, maybe more. She shook her head. The way she looked at him must have given it away.

"This Bud guy. He took your virginity tonight?"

Mary nodded, then turned back and sobbed. She had been holding on but she couldn't anymore. Her pussy squeezed on the cock inside her as she wept for herself. There was no one else to blame so she cried for herself.

The guy came forward and spooned her, reaching around to hold a breast in one hand and push her back into his front. He kissed her ear and neck gently. His cock stayed up her but he kept it still.

"It's okay. It's okay. Cry. These things are never as you expect."

That piece of understanding made her sob even more. Having a guy kissing her so affectionately and toying with her breasts as she cried somehow made the sex more intimate. That he should fuck her and feel her up in the most gentle way through her guilt-ridden sorrow was strangely comforting.

"Did he cum in you?" the guy asked. She nodded, crying even more.

"And then he left you behind in my bed. And you've got nowhere to go?"

"I don't," Mary admitted through sniffles.

"So you're stuck here having sex with me instead?"

Mary sniffled and nodded.

"Do you mind?" he asked her, changing breasts with his hand and giving a slow stroke out and back in. "Your cunt feels seriously nice."

"If I let you... can I stay here til morning?" Mary asked.

"Of course!"

"Then... it's alright. You can... keep doing it..."

"That's nice," he said, drifting his finger from nipple to nipple, then down to her clit as fucked her faster. "But do you mind if we shower first, to wash him out of you."

Mary nodded. It would be nice to clean up.

"Can I sleep a little bit first, I'm so tired."

"Shower first, then you can sleep til lunch. Deal?"

When the guy pulled himself out of her it was slowly and with care. For a brief moment, Mary felt empty. He got up and held out his hand, helping her lift to her feet.

"Wow. You are gorgeous," he said honestly appraising her, despite the mess on her face from the tears.

He held out his hand to shake hers.

"I'm Wesley. Nice to meet you... well, nice to find you in my bed."

Mary gave half a smile and shook his hand, both of them naked, his erection shiny in the blue light from being inside her.

"I'm Mary," Mary told him again.

"This way, Mary," he said.

The blue of the bedroom gave way to the entirely red light of the bathroom. Mary wanted to ask but was too tired. She looked at herself in a mirror. Bathed in red light the hickeys on her neck and breasts were extreme, as was her running makeup. Her hair was a mess, top and bottom.

Wesley stood behind her and cupped both breasts.

"That Bud guy did this?" he asked, fingering a hickey. Mary nodded. "They won't be gone in a hurry."

Mary leaned back into him as he lightly palmed her breasts. If Bud had been more like this she may not feel so rotten about jumping into bed with him. Her heart rate rose and she found herself pushing her ass back against Wesley's erection.

"Wash up first," he whispered in her ear.

Mary's first shower with another person was a good experience, despite how tired she was. Wesley used sandalwood gel and a soft sponge to wash her gently, then massaged shampoo into her hair, as skillfully as any salon masseuse would. He used a razor on his own light stubble and then kneeled before her.

"I like girls shaved," he said as he swept the razor through the middle of her bush. It didn't take him long to finish, Wesley looked like he'd done it before. It felt strange to run her hand over a smooth soft mound and flaps. Some of her girlfriends did it, the ones with dirty boyfriends, but Mary never thought she would.

They dried with fluffy clean towels. Mary was surprised a guy kept his house so well. Everywhere was neat, tidy, clean.

Back in the blue of the bedroom, he plugged a hairdryer into the wall near the bed. Mary knelt on the floor facing him as he sat on the edge, fingers running through her hair, drying it for her. The guy caught her staring at his penis. He reached down for her hand, putting it on his crotch. Mary instinctively tugged. She was amazed as it grew hard in her hand. What a fascinating creation, she thought. Nature is weird.

Wesley put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her face close to his pelvis. Mary wasn't so naïve that she didn't know what he wanted. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth and let her head be pushed onto his cock. It was one thing to have a penis inside her body down there between her legs, but another to have it inside her face; up close and personal. In a way, her mouth was more precious than her vagina. As terrifying as the thought of pregnancy was, it seemed natural when Bud ejaculated in her womb, it was where it was meant to go. If the same was to happen in her mouth, it would be shocking.

Wesley could tell Mary didn't know what to do with her head.

"Honey. Stop. Just kiss it, or lick it like an ice cream. Or you can suck like you're trying to get something out from inside."

He was grateful Mary tried sucking first. She did surprisingly well.

"Wow. Brilliant. Just like that. You're a natural."

Mary went red, bathed as she was in blue light. She held his shaft and bobbed her head.

"Mary. That's... seriously good."

If she'd done it before, if it wasn't her first blow-job, Mary would have noticed the signs before the sperm flew onto the roof of her mouth, clinging to the back of her throat. Her head flew back immediately she knew he had cum in her. Wesley's last shot flew onto her shoulder as she turned her head and retched.

"I'm so sorry," Wesley gasped. "I should've pulled out."

"No, no, I'm sorry," Mary said between spits. "It just... it surprised me."

"Surprised? Or disgusted?" Wesley panted.

The latter, she wanted to say. The taste was foul, as was the whole idea of something spurting out of a cock into your mouth. That was where his pee came from. Yuck. Yuck.

"Go rinse your mouth?" Wesley suggested.

Without replying Mary stood and walked to the bathroom to gargle. She didn't even walk around her own home naked; Mary shivered at the feeling of the air on her body. Looking in the mirror she spotted sperm on the side of her face and on her shoulder, wiping it away with toilet tissue.

"I want to go home," she silently told herself, knowing that she couldn't. Not yet. Not until daylight. Instead, she walked back to Wesley, going from red to blue. He was under the covers. He lifted them to invite her in. Mary was wary of returning naked to the clutches of a man.

Wesley took her in his arms and they kissed. He brought her hand to his shaft, which became hard again as she pulled on it. Amazing. He lifted one of her legs and flicked at her clitoris.

"Do you want to fuck now, or in the morning?" he asked her quietly between kisses.

"In the morning. Please. I'm so sleepy."

"Sure," Wesley said as graciously as possible.

It took less than a minute for Mary to zonk out, sleeping nude with a man for the first time.

********

Mary woke first, with a start. For a moment she was lost. The room she was in was completely unfamiliar. It took a while for her to realize that at night this place was bathed in blue light, wholly different to morning daylight. Oh, and she was naked. Oh, and there was a guy in bed with her. And it was his bed. Instinctively she held her abdomen. There was sperm inside. Shit. She might be pregnant. She was bitterly disappointed in herself. Her parents would be beside themselves if she had a baby in there. Mary would have a tough time convincing them she wasn't molested, that she voluntarily took bare cock inside and let it spray. It wasn't something she would do. Yet here it was, done.

Slowly, quietly so she didn't wake the man she was in bed with, Mary got her feet to the floor and lifted her weight off the bed. She shuffled around to where her clothes had been. Nothing there. Scrambling, panicking she looked everywhere she could in the room without disturbing her host.

Shit, she thought. Mary didn't think swear words usually. She made her way to the bathroom, first for a pee and then to take a towel to wrap around her body. She stayed in the bathroom long enough that Wesley eventually followed her in.

"Good morning," he said brightly as if it was the most normal thing in the world to have a naked girl in his bathroom.

"Hi."

Mary didn't know where to look or what to do. Wesley had a massive erection, so he sat on the toilet seat to pee. Shocked, Mary moved swiftly back to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the mattress. She shuddered at the memory of the stuff that came out of that same hole into her mouth the night before.

"Can you take me home?"

"Yeah, of course. But... can we have sex first?"

Mary squinted. "Do I have to?"

"Well... no. But you said you would. I said last night do you want to fuck then or this morning, you said this morning."

"And if we don't... you won't take me home?"

Wesley laughed and shook his head. "Why are you being so silly? I'm not going to make you do it, am I? It's just you said we could."

Mary sighed. "If I have sex with you, you'll take me home after?"

"Yeah, of course. If that's what you want."

"Please be gentle," she said nervously. Wesley reached out and took the towel from her body, leaving her naked with him again. She saw his penis rise at the look of her. Embarrassed, Mary also felt an unexpected hint of pride.

"Okay. Where do you want to fuck?" he asked, eyeing her shaved pussy like a car he was about to rent.

"What do you mean?"

"You wanna do it in bed, or in the shower, or out on the sofa maybe?"

"I don't know. In the bed I guess."

Wesley's stomach grumbled.

"Food first though. Come on."

He reached out for Mary's hand and led her out of the bedroom naked and down the spiral staircase.

"Where are my clothes?"

"I thought you might want them today fresh, so after you fell asleep, I put them in the washing machine."

"Is anyone else here?" she asked timidly, using one arm to cover as best she could.

He shook his head. "Just me."

"You live by yourself?"

"Always have."

Mary didn't know what that meant but didn't feel right to ask.

"Can I get my clothes back?"

"After we fuck. Come on I'll make us some breakfast first, give me a chance to check you out naked. Your cunt looks great like that."

Wesley was smiling as he said it, he was being sweet rather than creepy but Mary went red anyway. She was embarrassed by that word and by being hairless.

He didn't ask her what she wanted, just whether she was vegetarian or not. When she said no, Wesley added bacon to the omelet along with chives and tomato. It was amazing that he was able to walk around naked with no care. Mary supposed it was because he lived alone. There was a whole tribe at her house, she always had to be careful to be dressed properly.

Scarily, just as she had that thought about home, Wesley asked about her family. A quick shudder went through her, could he read her mind?

"Mom, dad, three brothers, one sister."

"Wow. You still all live at home?"

Mary nodded. The smell of the cooking took away some of her self-consciousness.

"Where are you in the order?"

"In the middle. Number three."

"What does that mean?" Wesley lifted an eyebrow. "How old is the oldest?"

"24."

"And you all live at home?" he asked again.

"Uh-huh."

"Why?"

"No one is married yet. Though William is engaged."

"You don't leave home until you married?"

"Not in our family."

"Wow," said Wesley in thought. "You need to call, and let them know you're okay?"

Mary smiled. Wesley was weird, he had sex with her before he knew her, he shaved her pussy and made her walk around the house naked, but there was goodness in him, too.

"No, not them, they'd freak. I better ring Shelley though. I was meant to be staying with her last night."

"You have a phone?"

"I left it with her before I went into the club."

"You want to use mine? Here."

"Thanks."

Mary walked off into the living room, away from Wesley to make the call. There was a big picture window and a wide balcony overlooking the river. Nice. She didn't see that the night before, so quickly had she been whisked upstairs by Bud to have sex. She opened the sliding glass door as the phone rang. A beautiful warm breeze hit her body. She fought the urge to step out and let the sunlight hit her naked breasts.

"Hello?"

"It's me."

"Holy shit where are you?"

"I don't know," Mary said truthfully, "Somewhere by the river."

"Where? Are you okay? Let me come. I've been completely worried."

"I'm okay. Honestly. I'm at some guy's house."

Shelley screamed. "Some guy's house? What guy?! What the hell have you done? Are you pregnant?"

Mary shivered. "Maybe."

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god."

"Don't say 'god' like that."

"What? Don't say god like that? Are you kidding me? You tell me you might be pregnant and then you tell ME off for blasphemy?"

"Shelley..."

"You're with Bud still, right?"

"No, a different guy. I'll explain later."

"Where are you, I'll come get you. My parents are going shopping in a minute, you can have a shower and we can get you home before lunch."

"Just wait."

"What?"

"It's just, I have to..."

"What?"

"He's making breakfast now."

"So? How long's that gonna take?!"

"Yeah, but then I said I'd..."

"What?"

"I promised him I'd... um."

"Um, what? Do his dishes? Clean his house? What?"

"It's just...there's something I've got to do after breakfast. I promised. I'll let you know when he's finished."

"I'm not a taxi service you know"

"Please. Please, I'll call you, please come and get me after he's finished."

"Grrrr!"

With that, Shelley hung up.

"Everything okay?" Wesley asked, noticeably checking out her body when she walked back into the kitchen.

"It's okay. My friend Shelley will come pick me up after... after we, um... you know, after you've done it to me."

"After we've finished having sex?"

Mary went bright red. She gave the smallest nod of her head. This time last week she had been completely excited about snuggling in with Maxwell all night in her cutest pajamas. Now she was standing naked and possibly pregnant in the kitchen of a stranger's apartment waiting for him to finish cooking breakfast so he could fuck her. Again. And it was a different guy to the one that maybe got her pregnant the night before. Unbelievable. Ridiculous. Unprecedented. Madness. Mary gave a deep sigh.

"It's ready."

They ate at a small kitchen table, Mary embarrassed to have her breasts hanging freely sitting for a meal. Wesley could tell she felt strange.

"They're great tits," he said honestly. "They really hold their shape. You're lucky."

Mary had never thought about how her nakedness would appeal to a man, or compare with other girls. She felt guilt at the pride that came with the compliment.

"This is a really good omelet, amazing"

"Why are you so surprised?"

"Even the coffee is good. I don't know any guys that look after themselves as well as you do."

"Thank you, I'm guessing that's a compliment?"

"Of course. Even your bathroom is clean. And your towels smell good. No way could any of my brothers do any of that

"So what's your story anyway?"

"What?"

"How did you end up losing your virginity in my bed?"

Mary looked at him and almost laughed it was so tragic.

"Sigh. My boyfriend..."

"Who's your boyfriend?"

"Maxwell."

"Maxwell?"

"Maxwell. We've been together for three and a half years. We've known each other since we were kids. We've always gone to the same church. Our parents have been trying to get us married ever since we were little. And we really like each other, too, which is good you know. But last week he tried to have sex with me and I said no and we got into a big fight. Then he went and told all his friends I'm a prick-tease and frigid and all these things. So we broke up."

"Yeah, that's tough, but it doesn't explain why you are having sex in my bed. He brought you here for make-up sex?"

"No. Not him. Maxwell and this guy called Bud have never really got on. Bud teases people who go to church, his religion is sports, you know. Bud heard me screaming at Maxwell at school, he knew we'd broken up and yesterday at lunch asked me to come with him to that club. I was so angry at Maxwell still, I wanted to make him hurt."