The Good Girl Ch. 04

The man just became even sexier.

So I watched his fingers slip down from her navel down to the waistband of her panties as I admired this sexy man and how he took such good care of my best friend. I lost my breath for a second. I knew it would be the next step at some level, but knowing that this was going to be the moment I just about orgasm right then. The gentle slipping of his fingers down into the front of her panties. . . My eyes were mesmerized.

What a fucking wild experience this was. And now that I knew what he wanted me to do, I slipped my fingers into the top of my waistband. My fingers travelled across the warm skin hidden by fabric. I felt the little tuft of hair greet my fingertip as I moved further down. Rachel took in a deep breath, signifying that he had just reached his target. Her eyes closed and her body tensed, a small smile moving to her face. I breathed in and out and slid my finger down further, finally reaching the top of my labia. Down the slit. Warmth. Softness. A little bit of wetness ready to be touched. And I pressed my finger between my lower lips, feeling the hot wetness greet me. So good.

I closed my eyes as I tried to get my bearings. My finger slid up the wetness to my clitoris. Just the faint touch sent a jolt long my body.

I opened my eyes again and found Rachel's locked on mine.

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Lauren's eyes opened again. Her face flushed red, her mouth slightly open. Yep, she was as turned on as I was.

I watched Lauren's fingers slide down into the front of her panties. Somehow I focused on her while I felt Dr. Lane's slip down into the front of mine. Oh my fucking god . . . This whole situation was getting so hot. And my ability to remain standing was seriously impaired

I had no idea where he was going to take this, but he kept proving over and over that he knew what I needed. Well apparently what we needed. He was leading Lauren into new territory with us, but he was being safe.

Initially I freaked out. I thought I would end the night sitting on the couch watching my best friend fucking my boyfriend. A boyfriend? Is that the word? Regardless, he was mine, and I think I would have freaked out if it had proceeded towards that.

And watching her undress at his leading. Hot but scary.

Lauren was beautiful but obviously I preferred penises with my lovers. And strong hands. And sexy minds. And intense eyes. And soft lips. And apparently gently massaging fingertips as I felt his fingertips move down my labia. Good lord help me.

Anyway, I definitely did not find Lauren sexually attractive. I found the situation to be unbelievably sexually attractive though.

I watched the shape of Lauren's fingers move in the front of her panties. I found myself wanting him to remove mine so she would remove hers. That would be hot. For both of us.

"May I touch you sir?" I whispered without turning my head. My eyes remained on my best friend as she mirrored what he did to me, which felt so good. And she must have agreed as I watched her lips part. Sharing this experience in this way was getting intense.

"Yes Rachel. Please do," he whispered back. I slipped my hand behind my bottom and immediately found his hard cock pressing against the front of his pants. I pressed my fingers along the outside, feeling the thickness between my fingertips. Mine.

I moved my fingers up the length, pressing gently in. I knew what he liked. I finally reached the shape of his head, the ridge. That ridge often caused quite a sensation when he would first enter me, which is what I wanted right now.

I could see Lauren's eyes following my movements. We actually smiled at each other, sharing a moment. She knew what I was doing.

Dr. Lane's fingers moved, sadly, out of my panties and, happily, to the hip of my panties. Oh my God please do that. Please.

And he did.

Pushing down, slowly. I felt his body move lower behind me as he slipped my panties down. I sadly let his cock out of my grasp, hopefully only for a moment. My panties finally passed my knees and dropped to the floor. I immediately looked to Lauren who had started to push hers down.

And then there we were. Naked. Very naked.

I actually felt this burning urge to cum. My pussy was screaming at me. Wanting his touch. Or his tongue. Or his cock. Something. . anything of his.

I let out a moan as I felt his fingers return to my swollen labia, literally moving to place his palm across them. The heat of his hand. The pressure. I moved my hips and watched Lauren's fingers mimic his as she began to squirm in front of us.

"Hold still please." He said it loud enough for both of us. I watched Lauren stop her squirming as I tried to do the same.

Torture.

He moved his hand back and positioned it in such a way that she could see exactly what he was doing. A single finger moved down the length of my lips. Her finger did the same to her own. The expression on her face combined ecstasy and urgency, and I knew mine must appear the same way.

And then I felt his finger slip between my lips, through the crazy wetness and the warmth. I gasped. And then I heard Lauren do the same as she followed suit. Holy fuck.

His thumb pressed against my clit as his finger slipped deep inside of me. He pumped his finger, collecting so much wetness. My clit felt on fire, achingly so. I moaned at each press of his thumb onto my little, but rather hard button.

I reached back and grabbed his cock. I was running on the previously granted permission and needed it in my hand. I actually needed it in my pussy, pressing against the walls, my clit, spreading my lips with each thrust. That's what I needed.

I held onto it tightly. It was fully hard and pressing against his pants. Please release it.

His finger moved against my clit, moving the wetness, the slickness around the little nub. Each movement sent the pleasure waves across my body, my skin, to my toes. Lauren and I began moaning in unison at each pass.

I squeezed and massaged his covered cock. HIs hips moved against my hand. Lauren, the room, everything else disappeared. I could only think about him between my thighs and those hips pushing that cock into my pussy. Well his pussy. I had given it to him.

I felt the eagerness of it all. The need. The draw. I rubbed my fingers faster as he switched between massaging my clit and slipping two of his fingers deep into my pussy. Each sequence brought me closer and closer to cumming; but I held off. Somehow.

I heard a loud moan from Lauren and my eyes shot open. She looked pleadingly at both of us. I smiled, feeling the same as her. She was getting it.

"May we?" I managed in a strained whisper.

"Yes you may."

Lauren and I exchanged a knowing look. I closed my eyes as she closed hers. His fingers moved faster and faster. I moved my hips with his, against his fingers. Feeling the wave build. Ready to crash. I felt it was very close. And then I heard Lauren's cry a few moments before I finally did the same.

He held me up as I bucked, my fingers probably painfully holding onto his cock as if it was a handlebar of some sort. I felt his lips press against my neck, then my cheek, then finding my lips as he turned my chin. Kissing me through my orgasm. I had become a fan of his style.

I opened my eyes to find Lauren sitting on the chair that was behind her, her thighs pressed together with her hand between. She breathed heavily as she recovered.

"Lauren . . . " I heard his voice right behind me, "I hope you don't think me rude if I take Rachel into the next room so that I can fuck her." I really couldn't help but smile more than blush on that one.

She smiled and managed a quiet "not at all . . " and then she smiled a bit more adding " . . . sir."

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We left Lauren naked in the living room and moved into Rachel's bedroom. Well more accurately I did, and I carried Rachel naked in my arms. It almost felt like I didn't trust her to move fast enough. Likely there was some truth in that as I felt quite a bit of urgency.

And fucking Rachel in front of her friend didn't feel right. Yes we shared a rather erotic moment. Yes she submitted a bit in that context. But I tried to be very careful to not be directly involved. And for her to see me naked fucking her best friend felt even more intimate than what we had already done. Subtle but significant.

I stepped through the door, using my foot to kick it closed behind me. I immediately put her on her back on the bed, her perfect body glowing softly in the light of the bedside lamp. God she was perfect. And delicious.

I moved on top of her, my fingers travelling up her naked hips and sides. Her body wrapped into mine. Her arms moved around me, pulling me in. My chest pressed against her bare breasts. And my hard cock pressed against the front of my pants, pressing against her leg. We really were two pieces of a puzzle.

I heard the apartment door close and knew that Lauren had left.

I reached down between us, the back of my hand sliding against her smooth stomach, and undid my belt and pants. My cock sprang out rather easily considering the rigidity. I was completely ready.

I slid down a bit and pressed the tip of my cock against her pussy lips. I felt the heat emanating from her.

Up to this point, much of our intimacy involved me taking her from behind. I loved it and so did she. But tonight, it felt completely right to be between her thighs, on a bed, our bodies completely enmeshed.

And so I pressed forward, my cock easily sliding between her swollen lips, her slick walls, deep into the warmth of her pussy. It felt amazing. I could have cum easily on the very first thrust, the girl's body wrapped around mine.

I managed to hold back. Somehow.

I began thrusting. Hard. Her body bouncing even as tightly as it was held beneath me. Her fingers dug into my back, pulling me down onto her.

I felt this need to see her face. Her eyes. Her lips. Her eyelids closing and opening and closing with the thrusts. I wanted to make that rather deep connection even as we shared this very intimate experience. So I brought my hands up to her face, holding her cheeks as I continued to thrust deeply into her. Faster.

Her lips parted. Her eyes stayed locked on mine. I thrusted harder. Her voice let out small whimpers at each thrust. Each push. Each shift of our bodies.

My fingers rested on her warm soft cheeks. Her fingers pulled my hips into her. I thrusted. Faster. Feeling no friction between us as the wetness engulfed me. Each press of my cock into her warmth resulted in a small groan. Further whimpering. Need vocalized.

I kissed her. My tongue pressed between her lips. She moaned into my mouth. My hips moved faster feeling the closeness of an explosion.

Her eyes had focused completely on me, her cheeks flushed red and a small smile on her very pretty face. Such pleasure.

My lips parted from hers. "Cum with me sweetheart." And she nodded between gasping breaths.

And we embraced in our deep kiss as I gave three more quick deep thrusts, causing me to moan loudly. On the edge.

I felt the walls of her pussy pulsed around my cock, almost milking me. I pulled out immediately before my I came inside, instead coating her stomach in small spurt after spurt. My breathing timed with each wave.

We continued to deeply kiss, my fingers remaining on her cheeks. Holding her. Keeping her. Not letting her go.

I remained on her. And against her. And kissing her. And holding her.

Possession.

Our kissing slowly moved into holding, which moved into nuzzling. And then her voice.

"Thank you . . . " She began as if she was going to continue with more. But she didn't. And she didn't need to.

"You are welcome, sweetheart."

She didn't generally thank me for fucking her. But she did thank me when I had done something that protected her, kept her safe or pushed her to a new level that she later appreciated. And this was one of those times.

I didn't necessarily want to bed Lauren. She was quite pretty and fun and engaging. And of course her vulnerability and need plastered across her face brought some deep-rooted excitement. But I had Rachel. And one day maybe there might be an occasion for there to be something deeper involving another person, but this wasn't it.

Rachel and I were pretty new to this, discovering the need and depth together. There still was much left to negotiate before something new and complicated and dynamically altering came along and interjected itself into this. And the journey, the one we embark on together, would be exceptionally satisfying.

Lauren? Well I think I gave her what she needed without violating what was sacred. She yearned for more. I could see it. But I also knew from what I knew of their friendship that I could have destroyed what they had a mere hour ago. And Rachel was too important for that.

I am guessing this still changed things. Afterall I have seen Lauren naked. And I watched her masturbate. And it was extremely hot, so much so that I didn't just want to drag Rachel into the bedroom and fuck her, I absolutely felt an uncontrollable compulsion. I needed Rachel even more than I did an hour before. There was the deep down reminder that even if Lauren, beautiful as she was, doing what she did in front of me, I still only really wanted Rachel. The sexual excitement only resulted in me wanting Rachel more. If at all possible.

It was the unbelievable combination of me possessing Rachel, feeling her, having her, while watching Lauren give herself over to the situation. For Lauren I was replaceable, but the situation was what she very much wanted.

As I thought through the situation and pondered the excitement of it all, I felt my dick get harder pressed against Rachel's stomach. From half flaccid to hard again in just a scant five minutes of inner reflection.

"Someone is ready to go again?" She smiled at me, her pretty smile framed by her flushed cheeks.

I leaned back and smiled at her, her face nearly glowing. Her eyes flashed happiness at me. Her fingers held onto my shirt, as if to keep me from moving away from her. I was good with that.

I kissed her. "Apparently so." I kissed her again as I pulled back and thrust deep into her causing her to squeal with surprise.

Yes, I was good with being inside of her. And on her. And around her. I loved possessing her. And honestly needing her. And her needing me. Yes, I was good with it.

I pressed my mouth hard against her as I began thrusting again, her body held down by mine, loving this new position of ours.