Steve spent the next minute thinking, with the only sounds being Rachel's anxious breathing, and the sounds of May dealing with the laundry downstairs. Rachel only stared into Steve's eyes, uneasily rubbing her cunt against Steve's erect manhood, gasping slightly and shuddering as she struggled to maintain her willpower to keep from fucking her best friend's husband.
Steve was enjoying this, but for his part was also slightly frustrated. Rachel was so near, so ready to fuck, desperate even, but he couldn't be sure that Rachel wouldn't simply get dressed and leave angrily if he actually tried. Why didn't May just make Rachel accept that it would be okay to have sex with her best friend's husband, if she was going to set up situations like this? Had his suggestion of bringing Rachel to bed with them fully taken hold? He had only given it once, a week ago...
"This could be a problem," Steve said. "But for now, here's what we can do. May had to have known that being naked around me would make you horny, and she did say make yourself comfortable. So she has to at least be okay with you masturbating."
Rachel kept rubbing against Steve. "But it seems wrong," she panted. "Getting myself off in front of you? Getting off *on* masturbating in front of you? Unnnh," she moaned.
"If she didn't think of it earlier, she should have," Steve said. "If it's a problem, I'll have a talk with her."
Rachel wrestled her hands free from Steve's grasp as though to break free, but brought her hands back around Steve's back. She grasped his buttocks to pull his body into hers, pushing his cock hard against her clit. "*Fuck*," she swore.
"For that matter, she should be perfectly fine with me finger-fucking you --- after all, she did tell you that you should let me touch you however I want," Steve said. "And there's no reason why I can't 'touch' you with my cock..."
"Goddammit," Rachel cursed. "fuck me. Put your cock inside me. Before she comes back," she urged.
Steve didn't need any more encouragement. He quickly grasped Rachel's ass, and lifted her off the carpet. Rachel wrapped her legs around Steve's back as he lowered her dripping pussy onto his member.
"FUCK," Rachel swore as Steve entered her. "Oh god, deeper. Quick, before she comes back!" she panted coarsely.
Rachel flexed her legs, lifting herself up Steve's body and down, squeezing his cock with every downstroke as she desperately tried to satisfy herself before her best friend returned. Steve was in bliss with Rachel's wet moistness gripped around his manhood; Rachel looked to Steve with a combination of fierce determination and regret.
"Oh god Steve, I'm sorry," she whispered. "I can't help myself. I want to be a good guest, I want to be a faithful friend, but baring my pussy to you makes me so fucking *horny*," she complained. "Just make me come before May comes back, and I'll be good!" she promised.
Too soon, sounds came from the basement of May returning. "No...!" Rachel gasped. "We have to stop. Rachel will kill us!" She tried unsuccessfully to dismount Steve's hard member. "No, no, no!" Rachel whined frantically, "Help me off!" Not sure of himself, Steve reluctantly lifted her off of his cock.
Rachel's entire body shone a rosy colour, and the form of her stiffened nipples were not hidden at all by her emerald bra; her thin bush was slick with her juices. As was Steve's. "Oh god," Rachel whispered. "She'll see!"
"Don't worry," he whispered back. He sat back down on the couch, and waved Rachel to follow him. "Sit on my lap, facing me," he said. "Like I said, I can touch your pussy with my cock if I want: just no fucking."
"Fucking hell...." Rachel complained, sitting down on Steve's cock, it's length running along her slit, and his cockhead resting against her entrance. "Okay, Steve. I hope you're right. Just don't put it inside me." She panted, and slowly rubbed her pussy along his manhood. "Not if she'll be able to see," she said, looking at him significantly.
"It's going to be a long evening," muttered Rachel, as May came to the top of the stairs. "Welcome back!" she called to May, smiling, and trying her best to look nonchalant as she straddled Steve's swollen manhood. |