Abbie’s Boyfriend

Abbie’s Boyfriend

It was graduation night 1996 and Abbie was graduating. She got ready at my apartment and brought her new boyfriend, Aaron, so I could meet him. I was babysitting her daughter and everyone was going to stay the night so we could have a little celebration with a big bottle of vodka after graduation. Aaron didn’t want to go to the ceremony, so I said he could hang out with me. The three of us had a couple of Screwdrivers and chatted while Abbie got ready. When she was gone I put her daughter to bed and then went into the living room. Aaron was sitting on the couch flipping through the tv channels trying to find something worth watching.

“You want another drink?” I asked.

“Yeah. Less juice this time,” he said without looking at me.

I made drinks and we sat and talked. Eventually we were talking about him and Abbie when he said, “She’s better to fuck than to look at.”

“Aaron, that’s awful! She’s a nice person,” I said.

“Fat chicks are always nice. They have to be,” he rudely replied.

“She’s my friend; one of my closest,” I said a little irritated.

I went and made us another drink. We’d had several by now and were drinking mostly vodka with a touch of orange juice. I brought the bottle with me when I went back to the couch.

“If that’s what you think of her, why don’t you just break up now?” I asked him.

“She’s a piece of ass and sometimes we have some fun. She’s a little kinky too.”

“You’re cruel. Just break up now before she gets too attached,” I answered.

“Maybe I should dump her. Maybe I’ll give you a try instead.”

I nearly choked on my drink. Before I could say what an ass he was, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, crushing his mouth to mine. He pushed me back on the couch and moved his hand under my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra and he started massaging my D-cup tits. For a minute I couldn’t think or do anything. All I could do was relish the way his hands and mouth felt. I finally came to my senses and realized my arms were around his neck. I slid my hands to his chest and pushed him away.

“She’s my friend,” was I could think to say.

“So what? We don’t have to tell her anything,” Aaron said with a shrug.

I pushed him further away so I could get up. I went down the hall to check on Abbie’s daughter and clear my head. Aaron had made my head swim and my pussy wet. I wanted him. Abbie had talked about fucking him and I knew he was good, very good. I stood there thinking how much I wanted to fuck him, but she was my friend. My heartbeat finally slowed and I convinced myself he had to leave.

I went back to the living room and found the lights off and tv turned down low. Aaron was on the couch wearing only his jeans, which he’d unbuttoned, with a glass of vodka in his hand. I stood in front of him and started to tell him to go, but he interrupted me.

“Have a drink,” he said and pushed the glass at me. I took it and while I drank I felt his warm hands rub my legs, moving up under my shorts to my inner thighs. The feel of his calloused hands on my skin gave me goosebumps and made me want more. That’s when I changed my mind; he had to stay. I put the glass down and pulled my shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor.

He lunged at me, grabbing my big tits; squeezing and kneading while his tongue flicked over my nipples. I couldn’t suppress a moan as his hands and mouth set my skin on fire. I lost sense of time as I stood there being teased by him. When he stopped my eyes were closed, head thrown back, and my knees felt weak. Aaron moved to the floor and pulled me with him, pushing me onto my back. His hands ran down my body while he kissed my lips and neck. He rolled onto his side and I rolled facing him. He grabbed my tits again, squeezing, pinching, twisting, and tugging. The sting and roughness turned me on even more. My pussy was dripping wet. I kissed and bit his neck and chest as I tore his jeans open. I pulled his dick free and stroked it. Aaron pushed my knees apart, raising my leg up. He slid his hand inside my shorts and plunged two fingers into my dripping wet hole. He fingered me while his mouth devoured my tits. It felt so good, but I needed to have his dick in my pussy instead of my hand. I rolled onto my back and Aaron yanked my shorts off, then his jeans.

He shoved my legs apart with his knees, his fingers dug into my hips before I felt his long cock stab into my cunt. He fisted his hands in my dark waist length hair, pulling hard enough to make my eyes tear up. His teeth were nipping me everywhere; neck, ears, tits, and shoulders. His tongue followed, soothing the sting. I came quickly. My whole body quivered with the intensity of it.

Suddenly he pulled out of me and leaned towards the couch behind him.

“Don’t stop. Aaron, please…more,” I gasped the words as I sat up.

My cunt ached from his size and roughness, but I wanted more. Needed more. He ignored me as he reached for the vodka bottle. He drank from it then passed it to me. I took a drink before laying back and setting the bottle on the floor near my head. Aaron moved to me and kneeled over my tits, one leg on either side of my body. He slid his hand under my head, lifting it up. He pushed his still hard dick into my waiting mouth. I could taste my juices on him and eagerly licked and sucked. Aaron’s cock grew harder and I couldn’t move away as he held me still, fucking my mouth. He thrust into my mouth and I swallowed as his cum shot down my throat. He let my head fall back on the carpet and moved off my body. He sat between my legs, massaging my thighs. He stroked higher and higher until his fingertips were barely touching my pussy. The feather light strokes across my cunt made me ache for him again. I could see his dick was still hard. I sat up, pushing him back so I could straddle him. His hands slid under me, squeezing my ass. I felt him thrust his hips up, his cock pushing against my dripping wet slit. Grabbing my ass tighter he rammed his dick deep inside me. A moan of pure pleasure escaped my lips. I was holding onto his shoulders and started to move with him, using his shoulders to raise myself up so I could ride his full length. Too soon he moved beneath me and lifted me off of him.

“On your hands and knees,” he ordered.

I moved to all fours and could feel the cum dripping from my pussy. Aaron moved behind me. With his hands on my hips I felt his cock teasingly brush against my slick pussy. I pushed back against him and moaned as he eased his dick into me. He pulled out and slowly pushed in again. His hands ran up and down my sides as he fucked me from behind. His cock was slipping in and out of my tight cunt slowly; too slow. “More. Faster,” I moaned. Each thrust came harder and faster. The force of it pushed me down and forward so the rough carpet was scraping my sensitive tits. His was pounding into me as I pushed back against him wanting to take every inch. Even as I came I was begging for more. He suddenly pulled out and rolled me over, pinning me under him on the floor.

He forced my legs open wide, knees to the floor. He pounded into my pussy. My screams of ecstasy echoed off the walls. His nearly savage fucking was both pleasure and pain.

We froze when we heard a knock on the door. “Oh fuck, not now,” I whispered.

“Ignore it,” Aaron said quietly as he started to slowly move inside me again.

I decided I didn’t care who was at the door; I just wanted him to fuck me all night. We were trying to be quiet so who ever was there would go away but after a minute the knocking started again. We ignored it until I finally realized who it was.

“Shit, Aaron. That’s Abbie.”

“Fuck.”

“Let me up. Where the hell are my clothes?” I whispered as I struggled to get away from him. He grabbed my shoulders, holding me so I couldn’t move away. His cock rammed deep into my pussy as he whispered, “Let her wait.”

“Hurry, please,” was all I could say as I felt his mouth on my neck.

He fucked me fast, slamming his cock into me. “I’m going to cover you in cum, then you can open the fucking door.”

The thought of opening the door to her, covered in her boyfriend’s cum sent me over the edge. With my face buried in his shoulder muffling my moan I came. Seconds later he pulled out and I felt his hot cum on my stomach and tits. I wanted to just stay there with him, but instead pushed away and found my shorts and shirt.

I waited at the door as Aaron tugged his jeans on and sat on the couch.

With a deep breath I opened the door.

“What the hell took you so long?” Abbie said as she walked in.

“I guess we fell asleep on the couch and didn’t hear you. Sorry,” I said with a glance at Aaron. He hadn’t bothered to put on anything but his jeans. I hoped like hell she hadn’t heard us. Abbie walked back to the bedroom and checked on her daughter before sitting on the couch beside Aaron.

“Is that my bottle of vodka?” she pointed to bottle on the floor.

“Umm, yeah. We had a few drinks,” I said.

“It’s almost empty!”

She looked at Aaron and then at me and I knew she knew. I braced myself expecting her to blow up, but she didn’t. Abbie just walked to the bedroom and picked up her sleeping daughter, grabbed the baby bag off the table, and went to the door.

“You I expected this from,” she said to Aaron before turning to me. “But you surprise me. We’re supposed to be friends.”

“Abbie. I’m…we…I don’t know what to say,” I said.

“Whatever. You can have him. Fucking is all he’s good for anyway.” She just walked out and didn’t even slam the door.

I was standing there looking at the closed door when Aaron walked up behind me. His hands were on my waist and I leaned back against him. I knew I should probably go after her, but at the same time I didn’t care. As Aaron moved his hands under my shirt and started to play with my tits again I decided I’d call her the next day. I walked away from him to pick up the vodka. I sat on the floor and took a long drink. Aaron sat on the floor beside me and took the bottle away. He put it against the wall and then gently pushed me onto my back. It didn’t take him long to get me out of my clothes again. We fucked until my well-used cunt ached so much we had to stop. The 6 months we spent together, most of the time fucking, was well worth her anger.