It was my secret, one that I’d carried for years. Going out to those clubs and being her, no one could know who I really was.
She found me in that club, my ex. She found me and recognized me instantly and when she saw me it confirmed everything she had ever thought about me. I knew I couldn’t let her tell anyone.
So when she offered me silence in exchange for companionship how could I say no? When she asked me to go home with her and her boyfriend and sit with them I had to say yes. There was no expectation that I would do anything once I was there, I think she just wanted me to watch, but I couldn’t be a passive participant.
I needed it. Needed the touch and the taste. Needed to please and be pleased. Needed to be desired and devoured in ways that only a man could offer me.
I needed him, and she wasn’t about to say no.
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I was counting down the minutes.
Because I don’t know that I can hold out. I don’t know that I can resist the temptations. That I can say no to the sirens call of temptation and put it behind me.
I don’t know that I can hold out and that two hours isn’t two hours too many.
And neither of them was quite content to just let me experience this in peace.
From the moment that he returned with our drinks she was on him, pressing him down to the couch and moving over to straddle him. Her ass was grinding back and forth on him and I heard him mumble something I couldn’t make out but I sure as hell caught her reply.
“Don’t worry about her,” she cooed, throwing a smile over her shoulder towards me, “Julia likes to watch.”
She returned to him, pressing herself against him and moaning as his hands slid down from their place on her waist and over her ass. They slipped up and under her skirt, flipping it up to expose her ass and teasing a finger up and down the gap between her cheeks. She moaned and pressed backward, in a move that reminded me of so many of the moves that I had made on camera within the privacy of my own bedroom.
The need in me was pounding and aching for release. It was crying out for satisfaction. Begging me to give in to temptation and play right here in front of them.
I crossed my legs, leaning forward unconsciously as I watched her press her hands against his chest and push downwards over the firm flat of his rigid abs. She kneaded into him, moaning and bucking her hips against the bulge in his pants as he pressed ever onward, pushing a single finger against the cloth covered bud of her asshole.
I could feel myself throbbing and knew that if I shifted too much and exposed to much that the bulge in my panties would be unmistakable. I just knew how it would play out. How Nathan would know my secret and then grow to recognize me.
And while I could count on Allison to keep her word I knew I couldn’t rely on the same with Nathan. I hadn’t been back home in years by choice but he would make that choice for me for the future. He would secure it and make it clear through spreading rumors. Everyone in the tiny town would know who and what I truly was.
So I stayed still, breathing heavily and watching intently, drinking in every moment of their passion and placing myself in her spot. My breath was ragged and harsh, I could hear my teeth as they bit my bottom lip and could feel my brow furrowing as I fought against the desperate and aching need in me.
Allison moved, slipping off of him and sliding to one side and I saw it. I saw his cock unveiled to me, thick and throbbing and slick with precum as her tiny hand stroked up and down the length of it. She bucked and squeezed on it, her eyes on him while his were on me.
“Your friend likes to watch,” he said, his voice trembling a bit and betraying his true desires, “Does she like to join in too?”
“Join in?” Allison asked, “I don’t know. How about it Julie? Do you want to join us?”
I swallowed hard and nodded without thinking, my need taking control and driving my actions.