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  “Ohhhh fuccckkkk!” she whispered, her mouth open as she pressed her cheek against the mirror, her tongue sneaking to the corner of her mouth. “I’m gonna come for you, David. Oh god, baby…baby…nowwwww.”

  I felt it, the sweet shudder, the quivering spasms of her cunt around me as she came. I grabbed her hips and held her still on my cock, feeling my own orgasm hovering right at the edge. If I hadn’t closed my eyes, the sight and sound of her alone would have pushed me over. As it was, just the quivering edge to her voice as she came, the low tremble and tremor of her, nearly sent me.

  “Dawnie,” I warned, my fingers digging into her hips and arse. “Oh fuck, Dawn, I’m—”

  She was quick, shifting her hips forward and turning to take me into her mouth before I knew what was happening. Now I could look at her, squatting on the washroom floor in her red heels, skirt pushed up, blouse open, eyes big as she took my full length into her mouth. There was no holding back at the sight of her. I grabbed the back of her head, moaning as I thrust against the soft ease of her tongue, the sweet resistance of her palate.

  She made soft noises as she began to swallow and I watched her through half-closed eyes, giving all my cum to her in huge, trembling waves. My hips bucked uncontrollably, my balls tight as they emptied themselves over her eager tongue. She moaned and sucked me harder, making me shudder as she sucked me dry, my cock beginning to go almost immediately soft in her mouth.

  “Dawnie, Dawnie,” I whispered, easing myself back, pulling her up to me. I kissed her, grabbing her bottom, still bare under her skirt. “What are you doing here with him? I couldn’t stand seeing you—”

  “Don’t.” She kissed me back, quick and light, then pulled her knickers up and started tucking herself back in. I adjusted myself, too, pulling up my shorts and jeans, watching her run her fingers through her hair in the mirror.

  “Don’t what?” I swallowed, moving in behind her, putting my arms around her.

  She sighed, leaning back against me for a moment. “You were right—we shouldn’t be doing this.”

  Her words cut me, reminding me of what I didn’t want to be reminded of, and I took a step back. “So what now?”

  I thought I saw her lip tremble, but she turned to me and said, “Now I go back out to my date…and you go back out to yours.”

  I shook my head, denying it. “That’s…that’s just bloody wrong, Dawn.”

  “No.” She pressed her fingers to my lips. “This is.”

  I pulled away from her as she started to walk past me. “Then why doesn’t it feel wrong?” I called.

  “It does.” She glanced over her shoulder at me, her expression caught between that mischievous Dawnie smile and something else, something sadder. “That’s why it feels so good.”

  She pushed the door open and went out. I stood there for a minute, leaning against the sink, trying to remember how to breathe. When a little goth girl came into the washroom, she stood at the door with her mouth hanging open so far I could see her tongue stud. It wasn’t until then I remembered where I was.

  “What are you staring at, you bloody bint?”

  I shoved past her and went out into the pub, determined not to look for Dawn.

  Chapter Eight

  Julie was right in the middle of giving me such a bad blowjob—including teeth, a grip like a vice and a bruising Hoover-like suck—that it felt like she was going to pop the head of my cock like some blistered spot. I knew I was going to have to stop her and was just about to when she sat up and asked, “Where’s the loo?”

  “First door on your left.” I was glad she had to go. It didn’t just give my poor dick a break—it gave me time to think about ways to get rid of her. I could only vaguely remember her hanging on my arm earlier in the night while I watched Dawn grind on the dance floor with Ken. When the pub closed down and Dawn gave me her little finger-wagging wave on the way out, somehow Julie ended up tagging along after me while I trudged home, talking the whole while, although I’m not sure what about.

  I heard a flush and sighed, yanking my jeans up over my waning cock. I knew it was crazy—I had a girl, a perfectly willing, more than sufficiently sloshed and decidedly randy girl—in my very own bedroom, and I was about to ask her to leave. And why? Because all I could do was think about the girl living down the hall and the way she felt earlier all over me as I fucked her in the washroom of the pub? What kind of knob was I turning into?

  “What are you doing here?” Dawn’s voice carried clearly through my door and I bolted out of bed to find her standing in the landing, Ken coming up the stairs behind her. Julie blocked their way down the hall, her top still half undone. I noticed Ken noticing and gritted my teeth. “What the hell, David? Mum and Dad take a trip and you decide to turn the house into a knocking shop?”

  I snorted, looking pointedly at Ken, and picked up an imaginary telephone. “Hello, Pot? This is Kettle. You’re black.”

  Dawn had the decency to blush at least. “Ken’s place is…unavailable.”

  “Spraying it for fleas?”

  “Shut up, David.”

  “Julie.” I held my hand out to her. She smiled and melted rather nicely against me in the doorway. I enjoyed the look of fury on Dawn’s face. “Let’s get back to knocking.”

  “I’m telling your mum.”

  “Oh, no—you’re gonna tell my mum on me?” I pulled Julie past me into the room and lowered my voice. “Besides—if you tell, I tell. Everything.”

  That sat between us, a huge weight. I’d be in trouble—we both would. But if Study Abroad found out what had happened, she’d be gone, sent back to America. The thought made me feel faint.

  She glanced back at Ken and then hissed. “You wouldn’t.”

  “Try me.” My bluff worked.

  I grinned as she stamped her foot, her hands balled into fists at her sides, but I shut the door before she could start her building tirade and shoved a chair under the door handle so she couldn’t burst in. Julie sidled up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and taking steps back toward the bed.

  “I don’t know how you can stand having a foreign exchange student living with you.”

  “You have no idea.”

  She put her hand over my crotch and sighed. “You must be really ready to blow.”

  “You have no idea.”

  “Let me make you forget all about her.”

  I sighed. Good luck with that. “Let’s give it a try.”

  Afraid to let her at my poor, aching cock again, I rolled her over onto her back as we kissed, sliding down and finishing unbuttoning her top. She made happy noises and even helped me with her bra strap when I fumbled behind her back for the hooks. Her breasts were almost as full in my hands as Dawn’s, but I was right about her nipples—small and dark, like little pebbles under my tongue. I pressed her tits together and buried my face between them, feeling a little dizzy, probably still more than a little drunk. I didn’t want to admit, even to myself, that I was imagining the girl down the hall, the velvet feel of her skin, the way she gripped my hair, guiding me lower, lower…

  “Oh David, yes.” Julie whimpered and wiggled but the sound of her voice broke my little trance, brought me back to the present, where it wasn’t Dawn in my bed after all.

  “SHH!” I urged her, a little too harshly, and she jumped. Even in the dark I could felt her draw back. “Sorry…it’s just…they’re right down the hall…”

  “Right.”

  “I’m sorry.” I really was sorry. What was I thinking? Here was this girl, a nice girl by all rights, although a little bit slutty to be willing to do this on a first date—not even a date, really. But I could forgive her, considering we’d known each other so long. Here was this nice, willing girl, and I was feeling withdrawn and hateful. I lowered my head to her breasts again in apology, licking at her nipples. She sighed and arched, her breath coming faster as I sucked them into my mouth. I experimented, pressing them together, running my tongue back and forth between her nipp
les.

  “Oh god! YES!”

  Both of us froze at the sound of Dawn’s voice. It carried all the way down the hall, frenzied and loud. “Yes! Yes! YES!”

  I blinked fast, glad for the darkness so Julie couldn’t see the rising colour in my face. She would have mistaken it for embarrassment anyway, but it wasn’t. I was furious.

  Julie giggled. “And you thought I was being loud?”

  “Fucking hell!” Gritting my teeth against Dawn’s moans, I pinched Julie’s nipples, probably a little too hard, making her squeal. “You like that?” She yelped as I sucked one of them into my mouth, working the other one between my thumb and first finger, and then she moaned, her head going back, her hips pressing up against me.

  I was furious with Dawn and taking it out on Julie, but I’m pretty sure the girl in my bed mistook my newfound fervour as passion and saw it as a welcome change from my former laissez-faire attitude. She grabbed my head, pressing me lower, lifting her skirt up over her hips. I heard Dawn making that tell-tale “uh-uh-uh” and knew, whatever they were doing, that she was going to come. The thought made me crazy and I pressed my face between Julie’s legs with a pained groan, finding the gusset of her knickers wet, the smell of her making me even more dizzy.

  “Yes, Davey,” Julie whispered. It was the name they used to call me in sixth form—the name Dawn used when she teased me. “Yes, yes, please, lick it, please…”

  I yanked the material aside, exposing the soft, dark down of her pubic hair. I was grateful Dawn wasn’t dark haired down there—I didn’t want any more reminders.

  “Tell me,” I insisted, parting her lips with my fingers, hearing her whimper. “Tell me you want it.”

  “Oh god.” Her hips rocked up toward my mouth. “Please, yes. I want it. I want it!”

  Dawn was getting fucked. I knew the steady, staccato sound of her voice, rising with her orgasm, as a cock slammed into her again and again. That little weasel was fucking her. Never mind that I wanted to be that bloke—never mind that I had been that bloke, earlier tonight, rutting between her legs like some wild boar that didn’t know the difference between food and rubbish. What was I turning into? My cock ached, listening to the rolling rise of her voice, the sweet catch in it, the way it lowered when she begged, “Fuck me hard! Harder! Come on! Come on!”

  Was she thinking about me, I wondered? And what if she wasn’t? The thought made me go cold inside, remembering what she’d said earlier, about how wrong what we were doing really was. As if I didn’t know that? As if I hadn’t agonised over it from the beginning? Now that I’d given in, she was…

  It came to me that she was doing this on purpose—being loud, putting on a show—to prove something? But what?

  Julie wriggled out of her knickers, spreading her legs wide again, inviting me with every rock and sigh. Listening to Dawn was making me insane with jealousy and lust. I wanted to go down there, burst into the room, kick Ken’s whiny little arse from one end of the room to the other, and then give Dawn the spanking she deserved—but I knew I couldn’t. I knew I shouldn’t even be thinking about it, shouldn’t even care. But I did. Far too much.

  The girl whose legs were spread for me seemed to notice my hesitation, sense my dilemma. God, I hope not. I couldn’t see her face in the dark, but she was quiet now, her breathing slower. I made a decision, then and there, that I was going to make Julie feel so good she’d scream with pleasure—and maybe, just maybe, give Dawn a little dose of her own medicine.

  “Louder,” I urged, parting her lips again with my fingers. “Tell it to me louder.”

  I don’t know if she understood. Part of me thought she did, from the way she froze for a moment, her breath caught—but she did it anyway. That act alone excited me.

  “Lick my cunt!” she insisted and I knew her voice was carrying down the hall, all the way into Dawn’s bedroom. I smiled in triumph, lowering my face to Julie’s waiting pussy, my tongue parting the soft folds of flesh, searching for her clit.

  “Oh yes,” she whispered, lifting her hips to my mouth. Then her hands were in my hair, mashing my lips and tongue against her, grinding her wetness against my face, and her voice rose louder, no longer asking or begging, but insisting, demanding. “Lick it! Yes! Oh God! Don’t stop! Make me come!”

  That was my plan, of course, but it was out of my hands now. Julie was using me, my mouth, taking herself there, and every word and moan reverberated through me. I was all tongue for her, letting her rub herself against my face, and I found myself unzipping my jeans, stroking my throbbing cock through the material as she twisted against me.

  I couldn’t hear Dawn at all now as Julie thrashed and bucked on my bed, and I was so relieved I might have sworn eternal loyalty to her or some such rot if she’d asked me in that moment. The girl was coming, and coming hard, her moans filling my head as she flooded my mouth with the sweetness of her cum. She rubbed herself off on my face until I couldn’t breathe and didn’t care, and then she pulled my head back, still panting from her climax, and whispered, “Now…let’s give them a real show. Get up here and fuck me.”

  Hardly believing what I was hearing, I crawled up between her legs, my face smeared with her juices, and she kissed me, sucking my tongue deep into her mouth as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her hand was searching between us and I helped her, shoving my jeans down, groaning when she wrapped her fingers around my cock.

  “Julie…” I said her name, like an apology, and somehow I think she knew it, but it didn’t matter. She was going to give me what I wanted—and I was grateful for that too. She guided me into her wetness and it was like sliding through butter. Wiggling underneath me, she arched and pressed into the saddle of my hips, digging her bare heels into my lower back to make me fit more perfectly inside of her. Her muscles were taut and stretched around my cock, making me heady with the sensation, eager to thrust toward completion, but I held back, caught between my desire and my fear of where it might lead.

  “Come on! Give me that big, hard dick!” Julie’s nails dug into my back as she began to move underneath me, her body twisting and turning in my arms. I gave her what she wanted. Not just because she wanted it—and it was clear to me she really did—or even because I wanted it, but because I knew Dawn was listening. I could feel her listening, could sense the rising colour in her cheeks, the troubled pallor underneath.

  As much as I later would have liked to say I fucked Julie that first time because I really wanted her, it wasn’t about that in the least. I fucked her because I wanted to be fucking Dawn—I wanted to make her jealous, wanted her to wish it was my cock thrusting into her, my mouth muffling her moans as I rode her squalls of pleasure.

  And Julie put on quite a show. She gave such an outstanding performance I couldn’t tell anymore whether she was acting or not when she threw her head back and called my name, begging me to fuck her harder, faster, deeper, more, more, more… I didn’t know until I felt her cunt spasm, actually felt her muscles flutter and tighten around my prick as she reached her climax and I realised this was no act, at least, not anymore. She was coming under me, shuddering, biting my shoulder to keep in her screams, which came anyway, wails of pleasure torn out of her throat with every thrust.

  And Dawn was yelling at my door, knocking fast and hard, thrusting against the chair I’d propped there to keep anyone out. “David! Christ! The bloody neighbours can hear you!”

  “Fuck off!” I gasped, looking down at Julie’s pained expression, the exquisite torture etched there making me feel protective and affectionate all of a sudden. I wanted to scoop her up, crawl inside her, die. And I hadn’t even come. Wasn’t going to, either. I pulled out, collapsing next to her on the bed as she purred like a kitten and cooed like a pigeon, curling her soft body against mine. I rolled to my side, hiding my still throbbing erection, letting her spoon against me and pull the covers up.

  “How was that?” she murmured, kissing my shoulder blade, the tickle of her nails along my side as she slid an
arm under mine a sweet reminder of her femininity.

  “A stellar performance, ta.” God, that was mean. I realised it right away and meant to take it back, but I didn’t know how. Still, she didn’t say anything. Neither did Dawn. She had given up and gone away—or was still listening outside the door

  Either way, it didn’t matter. I closed my eyes against all of it, my head spinning, and slipped toward sleep.

  * * * *

  The ache of beer sitting in my bladder like a thousand stone woke me up and I slid out from under Julie’s arm, stumbling toward the bog in the dark. The edge of the chair was still wedged under the door and I set it aside. Everything was quiet, the hallway a dark tunnel as I felt my way.

  I shut the door and turned on the light out of habit. Mum insisted my aim at the toilet bowl was bad enough during the day, let alone at a sleepy two in the morning darkness. I was mid-stream in a heavy flow, my kidneys ridding themselves of the copious amounts of alcohol I’d consumed all night, when the door opened. I’d forgotten to lock it. Afraid it might be Ken, I turned my back towards the door, calling over my shoulder, “Give me a minute!”

  “Just one?” The door snicked closed and Dawn turned the lock behind her.

  I shook off, my heart hammering, and dropped my shirt to cover myself—my shorts and trousers were in my room—turning to face her. She was wearing Ken’s shirt, navy blue button down, open from neck to the tail ends that hung almost to her knees.

  “Jesus, Dawn—don’t you know how to knock? What if it had been Julie in here?”

  “So what if it was?” She cocked her head at me, her eyes slightly narrowed as she slid up onto the counter while I turned on the tap to wash my hands. “I’d like to have a chat with that skank.”