On Borrowed Time

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Two friends explore the depths of their relationship.
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Part 1 of the 3 part series

Updated 06/12/2023
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Don't wear any panties. I'll be there soon.

I hit send and watched as the salacious text appeared on the screen. Heart skipping a beat out of excitement, I pocketed the phone and chose to ignore its buzz against my leg as I reclined in the seat. The sun was starting to set, casting a brilliant magenta glow across the skyline, one which I had admired so many times before. I knew the way to her place by heart, having memorized every twist and turn over the summer that saw our strange alchemy boil into an unstoppable, undeniable and yet unexplainable attraction. My pocket buzzed again, drawing me back into the present though my eyes never left the sky, my hand reaching for the ignition of its own accord. It was time.

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"Took you long enough."

I was no stranger to her sarcasm, but it never failed to bring a smile to my face. It had grown dark by the time I reached her house on the other side of town but even in the absence of light her beauty was never in question. She was blessed with impeccably smooth and fair skin, her cute face featuring a small, upturned nose adorned with a tiny hoop piercing and picture-perfect lips that looked as if they were hand crafted by the world's most thoughtful potter. All these features were framed by dark brown tresses that fell halfway down her front, retaining a sleek sheen from the shower she exited only minutes before. She smelled as delicious as she looked.

"Very funny Felicity," I shot back, reluctantly tearing my eyes away from her to set the car on course.

I could feel her eyes on me as we pulled away from her house, our journey for the night only just beginning. The best fun was always had when the sun was on reprieve.

"I didn't wear any panties like you asked."

"Good. You aren't going to need them."

I fixed my gaze on her while we sat at a red light, her curious brown eyes returning the gaze, searching for a tell as to what she was in store for. She quietly popped the gum she worked over, offering me a glance at her familiar tongue piercing which was dressed in a new color. Blue, huh?

"Where are we going Terrence?" she asked, looking forward now as we began to accelerate once again.

"You'll see."

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The aroma of stale popcorn wafted through the air as we made our way to a pair of seats in the back of the theater. The room was mostly barren, me and Felicity accounting for almost half of the occupants who made it out to see the film. Tonight's movie had something to do with a street performer with a heart of gold hustling for money, but we weren't here to enjoy this narrative. As movie trailers took their turns filling the screen, my eyes fell on Felicity, who tonight was dressed in a pair of black leggings, a black tank top with no bra on underneath and an unzipped jacket. I always found it difficult not to feast my eyes on her heavy chest, but tonight it seemed as if she invited the attention by what she wore, or lack thereof. My suspicions were confirmed when her eyes found mine wandering her front, and a knowing grin snuck its way into her lips.

No words were exchanged between us before our mouths clashed, her soft lips merging into my own, our tongues dancing as another neglected trailer echoed in the background. This time was ours and we wasted none of it as we eagerly, and hungrily, explored each other's mouths. I extended one of my large hands towards her, which was dexterous enough to palm a basketball and yet barely managed to corral one of her plentiful breasts through the thin fabric of her tank top; it was so soft and supple but perky all at once. I was rewarded with a soft groan that slipped through her lips, her body inching closer, her tongue a frenetic force I eagerly reciprocated. The heat between us was palpable, perhaps even measurable by instrument, or even a sideways glance would suffice if a curious moviegoer happened to look over their shoulder, but neither of us cared. She was absorbed into me, and I was stuck on her.

"I can smell you," I whispered hotly after emerging from her mouth to take in air.

"No you can't," she responded, playfully rolling the tongue ring around in her mouth.

It was true though; I could smell her arousal clinging to the air between us. I inhaled the all too familiar aroma, sweet and slightly musky, and as I did so I could feel my underwear tightening by the moment. I drank in the sight of her slightly disheveled hair and short, choppy breaths when her gaze met mine. Something devious flashed behind her eyes and while I couldn't make out what it was, my jeans certainly could as they tightened even further to a terrifying degree, the zipper beginning to make its uncomfortable presence known.

Without even a cautionary glance to check if the coast was clear, Felicity slowly lifted the tank top up, offering me a view of her ample breasts. I replaced my hand on her flesh and fondled one of her giant globes, tenderly pinching and rolling the nipple as the brilliant white light from the screen illuminated my actions. My heart was pounding hard in my chest, and I wondered when we would be caught in the act, but I couldn't be bothered to tear my eyes away to check. Neither could Felicity, whose gaze never left me but instead found its way south to locate the bulging erection crammed within my pants.

Before I could react, Felicity had slithered out of her seat and disappeared into the black void beneath my feet. I straightened up in my seat for the first time since we entered the theater, my eyes anxiously glued to the screen in an attempt to blend in. Minutes had gone by, and the movie was well into the first act, but I knew nothing of the plot nor the characters. I pretended to watch the movie as I felt her fingers working my fly, the pressure on my groin beginning to ease as the zipper silently hissed from being undone. I stole a sideways glance across the theater while I was being freed from my denim prison, relieved to find that we hadn't been noticed. Yet.

"Geez," was the only thing she said, admiring the thick erection that remained tented inside of my boxers.

I sighed contently, grateful to be free of my pants, but the anxiety remained. She was apparently free from all misgivings, as she wasted no time in fishing my impossibly hard dick out through the hole in my boxers. She fed it through, inch by inch, until she revealed fully the prize she so eagerly sought.

"Jesus," she whispered, her slender fingers circling my shaft, hot breath washing over my sensitive flesh.

I watched her admire my cock, eyes lifting and falling, taking in every detail of my swollen member. I throbbed within her palm, and she responded by lightly stroking me, coaxing from me a deep wanton groan. I was thoroughly convinced she would be able to tell me my heart rate through the veins riddling my shaft if she so pleased, but she had other things in mind. It was in the way she tenderly stroked me and caught me in the slipstream of her warm breath, all the while peering deep into my eyes, that I knew I was in for something special.

And a moment later she showed me exactly what that special something was, when her head bowed into my lap and her soft, supple lips introduced themselves to the thick, bulbous head of my dick. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through my thighs, the head of my appendage twitching, caught between her lips. She cooed softly, inched forward and drew more of me into her. I groaned aloud, momentarily losing myself, forgetting where we were. I saw the screen ahead of me, but I couldn't register what was on it. All I knew in that moment was bliss as I explored the depths of Felicity's throat, her warm, wet mouth treating me to otherworldly sensations.

I could only watch, transfixed by the motion of her head rising and falling in my lap, feeling her lips glide effortlessly along my shaft. I was throbbing wildly within her throat, and she could feel it, responding to each throb with a swipe and a swirl of her silver tongue that caused me to crash backward into my seat, pleasure overwhelming. From here I had a slightly better view of her pretty features, watching them appear and disappear over and over again. She was heedless in the way she sucked me, but I was grateful that the sound of her wet mouth being repeatedly plunged by my cock was drowned out by the booming audio around us.

"Felicity, holy shit," I managed to croak out, absentmindedly running a hand through her hair.

She responded with a muffled moan and continued to assault her throat, determined to take all of me. I closed my eyes and lost myself within the moment, my hand resting upon her head which moved ever faster. If we got caught then we got caught, I couldn't care about that anymore. All I wanted was this, me and her, trapped in this moment for as long as I could stand it. As if she could sense the impending finale her pace quickened, forcing me even deeper, her lips nearing my base. I could feel tendrils of drool flowing from her mouth, the moisture sliding from my shaft, down my balls and onto her exposed breasts that heaved to and fro.

"Hold on, wait!"

At the last second I was able to halt her movement, her lips pursed tightly around my violently throbbing cock, eyes looking up to find mine. With a grunt and groan I slowly retrieved my dick from her throat, her pretty face rising until the cool air washed over my soaked cock once again. I immediately ached for the warm hole I had just retreated from but in that moment, there wasn't any time to waste. I carefully zipped myself back up, grinning as I looked down at her, her soft smile evident even in the dark.

"Let's get out of here," I said.

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If I thought I had it easy in the theater then I was woefully unprepared for the ensuing car ride.

Here I was doing 85 on the highway in almost total darkness, flying by cars moving so slow they seemed to stand still, and here Felicity was, continuing to find out just how far she could submerge my cock within her throat without gagging. And she was getting damn close too, each voyage toward her stomach getting closer than the last, her only reprieve being a momentary gasp for air that was proceeded by a very audible 'plop' of my head escaping the vacuum suction of her plump lips. I groaned as loud as I wanted to in the car, often rewarding her efforts with profanity laden soliloquies.

I didn't have a choice but to stare straight ahead as she pleasured me with a ferocity that no other woman had. She delivered to me constant waves of pleasure that began in my groin and rippled as far away as the toes in my feet or the tip of my brain, my entire body warm and rigid in response. I freed my right hand from the steering wheel and ran it across her back, testing the limits of my range. Her entire upper body was in my lap, leaving her lower body exposed to my hand. I eagerly groped her ass, gripping and clenching her cheeks, swatting them a few times each much to her delight.

It took a few moments of fidgeting, but I was able to roll her leggings down far enough to expose her bare skin, and lo and behold, she wasn't lying about the underwear. Her pale skin reflected off the dimly lit passenger window, which I stole glances at every so often to admire, before I treated her ass to a forceful slap, growling as I did so. My sudden movement forced her head downward, causing her to ingest more than she could handle, and she relented with a few coughs, looking up at me.

"Spank me again," she cooed, and with that turned back to the task at hand.

And I did, repeatedly. We rocketed up the highway, her treating me to the back of her throat and me rewarding her by reddening her cheeks. If the scent of her pussy in the theater was that of a nearby dish you were interested in sampling, then her aroma now was that of a five-star feast to a man on the verge of starvation. Her musk was so heavy and intoxicating it soon filled the car and made my head swim, the pheromones clutching my desire, sinking me further into her depths. My fingers explored her crevice, creeping toward the epicenter of the bouquet, and they soon sunk into a pool of desire.

"Jesus Christ, you're so fucking wet."

Her pussy was outrageously drenched, so much so that it proved somewhat difficult to discern where I was and what I was touching until I found my bearings moments later. How could one woman produce this much moisture? It was unfathomable and yet, all apart of her tantalizing charm that I was drawn to as if by some deep dwelling primal magnetism. My thick fingers splayed her lips apart, digging and searching, earning muffled groans from deep within her core. I lightly grazed my fingertips against it once I had it located and her lower body bucked accordingly, informing me I had hit the spot well. She removed me from her mouth and took a moment to moan aloud, fixing me with her eyes that were heavy and half lidded. And I continued, pressing upon that slick, engorged button that coaxed more moans and even more liquid from within her.

This time, it was her turn to let slip a few profanities.

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I ripped the leggings off her and tossed them aside without a second thought, drinking in Felicity's naked body as she stood before me. The lust that was born between us all those months ago had been reignited on this night, bubbling to a ferocious boil that would be difficult to quell, whether it be on this night or the next. My desire for her in that moment was beyond anything I had experienced before, and for a brief moment I hesitated, locking eyes with her. Her long hair cascaded down her front, heavy breasts heaving up and down as she attempted to catch her breath. The only light in the office was the dim lamp sitting atop the desk she stood in front of, but it was enough to silhouette her curvaceous body with a faint glow.

I backed her into the desk with a heavy kiss, hungry both for her and for her taste. She reciprocated, her small hands finding the sides of my head, while mine located her thighs. I pushed her backward and slightly lifted until she found herself half supine on the desk, my body filling the gap between her legs. My hands took to groping every inch of her flesh as we kissed, from thigh to hip to breast and back, busying themselves as our tongues resumed their earlier battle. It seemed in these moments my goal was to capture her tongue ring and hers was to prevent me from doing so, intensifying what was already a formidable embrace.

Sweet, delicious air. I inhaled deeply, having broken away to clear my lungs, only for them to be filled with the cloying aroma wafting up from just beneath me. With a knowing smirk on my face I slowly squatted, watching Felicity's gaze follow me downward, genuine surprise lighting her eyes. My large hands gripped her dainty knees and separated them, revealing the pretty pink jewel that had cried for attention all night long. Her thick, luscious lips were engorged and desperate for relief, a layer of moisture clinging to her sensitive flesh, almost glimmering in the soft light.

I was eager for a taste and so I leaned in without hesitation, my face warming with every inch of distance I closed between me and my prize. The heat crashed off her sex in waves, and the aroma was even more potent and intoxicating up close. My tongue slipped loose and treated Felicity to a long stroke up the side of one of her puffy lips and the woman nearly collapsed within herself.

"Oh fuck fuck," she squealed.

I repeated the maneuver, this time the tip of my tongue traveling up the opposite side and she let loose a hearty moan. My head began to bob and weave freely, my hands finding purchase upon and digging into her thighs to hold her in place as I devoured her. Her torso was wracked as she tried to catch her breath, shuddering in response to the powerful muscle digging its way toward her core. I was a man starved and her nectar was the supplement I had spotted on the horizon, so I pressed diligently towards it. My tongue rapidly transformed into a tornado between her lips and I pressed onward, forcing my muscle to work faster. I was so deep in between her legs my face met her groin and still I continued to eat, grunting and growling as I claimed her hole for my own. The tempest that was my tongue alternated between winding up and down her alley, to finding shelter within her body and then twisting around her clit in tight, furious, unrelenting circles.

The combination was too much for her to handle.

"Oh fuck I'm coming!"

A stream of liquid calmly poured out of her onto my tongue, spilling around the corners of my mouth. I slowly separated my face from her body and pulled away to observe her, savoring the tart taste that set my buds ablaze. Felicity was gasping for air, coated in a thin layer of sweat with her head tilted back, a firm grip on her humongous tits to control their movement. She cracked her eyes to look up at me from her position, seemingly confused. Was she confused with me and why I did what I did? Or was she confused about the way her body responded to it? The look on her face was that of content bemusement, and I couldn't help but smile.

She knew what was coming next and yet she was still unprepared. My own pants were discarded, and the erection Felicity had so valiantly attempted to consume earlier in the night now appeared before her in her most vulnerable state. I watched as her eyes fell upon it, a mixture of glee and anticipation clouding her gaze, her cute bottom lip being consumed by her perfect teeth. That look was frozen within her features as my body inched closer to hers, my thighs contacting the desk, and my hips meeting her own. I guided my cock, so stiff and swollen and leaking desire all over the carpeted office floor, toward her entrance which dripped and oozed a combination of my saliva and her own juices.

The connection shocked us both, and we gasped in unison.

It was a tight fit and I grunted as the head initially refused to slip inside. On the second attempt I pushed forward with more force, this time finding purchase within those warm, cramped walls and I groaned Felicity's name aloud. She responded in kind, eyes squeezed shut as she set off for her own world to inhabit. I delighted in watching her tits jostle with each slow, emphatic thrust as I began to stretch her out around my girth. Her channel was so deliciously wet and tight that I scoffed to myself in momentary disbelief, wondering if this was an illusion of the mind or if it was truly possible that such a sensation was available for mere mortals to enjoy.

But here I stood, unlocking the secrets of Felicity's innermost depths and it was a glorious enigma that I greedily began to unravel, my thrusts gaining speed with each passing moment. Within only a couple minutes the walls loudly reverberated the sounds of our bodies repeatedly greeting each other as I stabbed her stomach over and over, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer as I attempted to penetrate her very core. I grunted and groaned, sweat peppering my brow, watching myself tear into her body with powerful thrusts. And Felicity was game, egging me on with her profanity laced superlatives that tumbled from her lips in whispers and murmurs. She could no longer announce her orgasms, but her body betrayed her anyway, her tight pussy clamping wildly around me every so often when the pleasure became too much to bear.

I soon found myself behind her, having coaxed her body into a new position within mere seconds, my body moving independently of my inputs. I was on auto pilot and watched as I slung her right leg up on the desk while she planted firmly on the left, and I dove into her guts from behind. The moan that tore from her throat was guttural, animalistic in nature, and she bowed her head to catch her breath. I worked her over faster, harder, one hand gripping her hip and the other slapping her cheeks, bringing color back into them for the second time of the night. Each slap earned a moan, or a groan, or another lusty expletive.

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