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The tool bench under her palms was hard and solid, but it wasn’t a man’s body. She didn’t want to stand here alone, didn’t want to be sucked deep into reading another fantasy when there was Nico in the house, but she couldn’t go to him yet. He had work to finish.

She stifled the tiny voice that said she shouldn’t go to him at all, that told her she wasn’t the kind of woman who had sex in her parents’ house with the next closest thing to a stranger. That voice wanted her to recover her control, organization, and mature judgment. Here she was, in a situation that a bill-paying adult with a child, a career, a town house, and an underused gym membership should have learned to avoid. Those confessionletter clichés had become her own story, one she wouldn’t believe except that her nipples twinged with the proof whenever she clutched a box to her chest. She could write her own Dear Editor letter, about the time she humped the mover. Her letter would end with a basic question: Readers, should I see him later? Should Iscrewhim later?

The answer? Fuck yes.

So she opened her eyes and read the words in front of her.

The problem is, my best friend wants me to keep doing it. Part of me knows I shouldn’t, but she’s my best friend! Will your readers help me?

No, they will not. They will hump pillows and jump the movers, shoutingyes, yes, fuck me, but they will not help you cease whatever you’re about to describe.The story tempted Megan, even if part of her recognized that reading these letters was a pleasure as hollow as the happiness of Ulysses’s lotus-eaters. And yet, if she was going to keep reading, and the double-length Thanksgiving 1984 bonus issue was so tackily tantalizing that Megan knew she was hooked, then she deserved a location better for her spine and knees than standing in the concrete-floored garage.

With a finger marking the page, she eased open the door to the back hall. She wanted cushions, but a glance showed her that only a rave of dust bunnies marked where the study’s couch had been. She heard the muffled voices of Nico and Tyler talking in the yard. Nowhere downstairs would be private while they were hauling lawn equipment and outdoor furniture from the back shed to the truck in the front drive, so she climbed the stairs.

Her old bedroom was nearly as empty as the study. The furniture and bags of garbage and recycling she had sorted that morning were gone. Only the mattress and springs, stripped tothe light blue ticking, remained. A comfortable-enough perch for continuing to read.

I graduated from college last spring, and now I share an apartment with my friend Lisa.We like the same music, we like the same bands, we even like the same clothes, so everything is perfect. Lisa’s boyfriend Ricky is hot in a big Italian Stallion way. They really love each other and have a lot of sex. Like, a lot. Lisa’s bed is against the wall that separates our bedrooms, so whenever they do it, I hear. Lisa yells stuff, which embarrassed me at first, but once I got used to listening, it was fun to touch myself while they do it. It’s not like I was going to be able to sleep while they bang the wall.

My problem started a couple of weeks ago when they left the bedroom door open. I wanted to get to my room, so I could she-bop one too, and I tried to sneak past. Lisa was naked on her back, with her legs hanging off the foot of the bed. I stopped for a few seconds, but what I saw was enlightening! Rick was standing at the end of the bed, and his pants were bunched around his ankles. I had a perfect side view. His thighs are big and muscular and have a lot of dark hair, although not as much as around his nipples and the top of his chest. There’s a lot more hair around his penis, but given how far it was sunk into my roommate, I didn’t get a decent look at that part. He was supporting her under her thighs while he pumped in and out. Every time he thrust, she made a grunt that made me want to rock my own hips. And when he pulled back, I wanted to see what he had, but my roommate’s leg kept me from seeing, although I knew his thing must be big because it took him so long to go all the way when he jammed back. As I watched them screwing, I started to feel funny, like I didn’t even have to touch myself to get to the end. My panties were getting damp, that kind of funny.

Then Lisa turned her head and saw me! She lifted her hand!

I darted to my bedroom and didn’t even take off any of my clothes. I merely had to fall on my special pillow, and I came immediately.

Megan would have to make do with nothing more than the mattress.A pillow, my kingdom for a pillow.

The next morning, I left for work super early, before Rick and Lisa were out of bed, because I didn’t know how to face them, and I stayed out late.When I got home, there was a loaf of fresh banana bread on the kitchen counter and a note from Lisa that said to enjoy a slice, so I guessed she wasn’t angry at me for watching. After I had a cup of tea and a slice of the soft, still-warm treat, I went toward my room.

That night, Lisa’s door was all the way open. She was standing with her back to my spot and her arms braced on the mattress. Rick was fully naked behind her. While I still couldn’t see his penis, between his spread legs I had an excellent view of what guys call their ball sack. I’d always thought it was a gross term until I saw Rick’s swinging and slapping into Lisa.

He was pumping into her, no question. I could see the muscles in his butt tighten to create dents on his flank when he drove in, and round out when he pulled back. His left hand was braced next to hers on the mattress, but his right arm, that was the part I puzzled over. His elbow and forearm were moving back and forth, going joltingly fast. The amount of movement seemed sort of excessive for clit wiggling, so he must be pumping deep with his fingers. But he was also penetrating her with his dick, so where was everything inserted?

I had to drop my hand to my body to figure that out. If a guy’s fingers are driving hard in a woman’s pussy, then the penis must be… Your readers are undoubtedly as shocked as I was to comprehend that Rick was in Lisa’s back door! Luckily, I was close enough to the wall that I could reach out for balance,because that realization made me shaky. Lisa must have liked it, because she was yelling, “Yes, yes,” and sometimes “Deeper” when he pounded into her. And it unquestionably looked like pounding.

So that’s how I began watching my roommate and her boyfriend every night. Pretty soon, I was getting out of my own bed when I heard them doing it. Rick must have known I was watching, because no matter what position they were using, and they used a lot of positions I had not supposed regular people could achieve, he would pull his penis way out and instruct Lisa in a loud voice, like he was performing.

This state of affairs went on happily for almost two weeks. The three of us became very comfortable even though we never discussed what happened at night. We all came home early in the evenings, ate dinner together, and shared a bottle of wine or other interesting products. I cooked festive meals like roasted chicken, to make the atmosphere feel like a nice restaurant.

Now I’ve arrived at the events which led me to write this letter. During the regular and now-familiar time watching Rick and Lisa, I was also playing with my own boobs. Nothing more serious than petting and twisting through my sleepshirt. The previous week, Rick had moved the spare fourth kitchen chair to a place opposite the bedroom door. I had formed the habit of pulling it out—it clunked when it rocked into the wall if I didn’t—and sitting there while I watched my friends. Tonight, Rick was kneeling on the bed between Lisa’s legs, naked, while he raised Lisa’s hips and held her open for his penetration. I could see his buttocks flex and drive every time he went deep. Her legs were hooked around his waist, and he plunged so far in her that his balls would jam against her body. This was one of their regular positions. I’d seen them have sex this way several times, and they could do it for a long time before Rick came when they used this position.

My hand might have dropped to my own pussy, might have traced the edges of my panties or slipped aside the elastic, but I positively had not reached underneath before Lisa waved at me over Rick’s back, a sort of come-here gesture. At first, I didn’t understand, but when she repeated the motion, my feet took me beside the bed. I remember that her dark hair spread across the pink pillowcase, but I was too nervous to stroke it, because I was finally there, beside them, in Lisa’s room. When Rick saw me, he said, while pumping in and out—he didn’t stop screwing my roommate, he was that type of machine—“You ready to be fucked too? I got a nine-inch cock you can take.”

I never had someone talk to me like that! None of the guys I hooked up with in school said anything close to that, but Rick is older than us, and he’s a bricklayer. I felt like I was ready to spread my legs, but I also felt frozen, wondering what Lisa thought.

Well, her palm cracked so loud across his butt that I jumped. “Don’t scare her, Ricky,” she said. And then my best friend said to me, all while her boyfriend pounded in and out, “Sweetie, come take off your shirt.” She stopped to pant along with his thrusts, thrusts that made her boobs shake. “Letmetouch you.” Even while she kept talking, her tiny grunts were a melody for Rick’s deeper ones. “He’ll keep that monster right where it is, between my legs, right, Rick?”

Her idea seemed reasonable. It wasn’t like letting someone else’s boyfriend touch my titties. It was Lisa. She’d touched my breasts plenty of times before, when we’d be on the couch watching television, or when we’d take beach towels to the building roof on a sunny day. No biggie, letting your bestie roll your tits, even if there’s a guy looking. And it seemed sort of fair, since I’d been watching them screw for weeks.

I couldn’t take my eyes off that spot where he hammered in and out of my friend. I wish I could write a description thatwould show the readers how slippery and dizzy and edgy I felt. There was so much sex noise. Rick’s body slapping into her, the bed rocking, the headboard hitting the wall between our rooms, Lisa’s moans. So much to listen to. So much to watch. I smooshed up next to Lisa on the bed, and she started to roll my nipples. Good as that felt, because she had such nice nails, like kitten-claw pricks, we both needed more.

Rick told us what to do next. “I want to see Lisa suck your tits,” he said, and backed to the foot of the bed, hauling her body down the mattress until there was space for me to kneel between her head and the top of the bed. He made it clear that he wanted me to lean forward and dangle my breasts over Lisa’s mouth. Oh, the feel of her hands pushing my breasts together, and her lips latching on to me, her teeth nipping and her tongue… She knew how to move her tongue fast and hard.

This position had the effect, I noticed immediately, of putting my face closer to where Rick’s penis was screwing Lisa. I could smell the combined scents, which I’d never been able to do from the hall (to be honest, readers, I had occasionally slipped into the room when they were at work and breathed in the aroma of their pillows). But this—I shuddered because their scents were so vivid.

I’m not a virgin. I’ve been to college, and that included beer, boys, and all the rest, but Rick was older—almost thirty!—and hairier than the guys I’d known. When he pulled out of Lisa and I saw the way his dick stood straight from his body, wet and slick and red-purple at the end, and the awesome size, I wondered how my friend could take all of him. Before she went exclusive with Rick, she’d always felt tight and soft when we touched each other, and yet now she could open to be breached by that.

All their wetness, combined with the dry mouth I was getting from panting, must have made me thirsty. I needed to lick Lisa’s skin, like a deer at a salt lick, lacking some vital nutrient. Ineeded Lisa and Rick on my tongue. With my breasts in her mouth, hers were close enough to my face that I could take the nipples into my mouth with the same enthusiasm as the rest of the sucking and fucking going on around me. I followed her lead. When she pushed my tits together and went back and forth between them, I tried to do that too, even though I had to use one hand to support myself. Her skin was magically soft around her areola, and the tip of her nipple poked my tongue while I wiggled it as fast as I could.

Lisa’s moans became my nickname,Pam-mie, Pam-mie, as I sucked her nipples. I got the idea to take one between my teeth and fasten my lips as best I could to her skin, shifting my jaw to twist her nipple while I sucked. Each time Rick slammed into her, the force jolted through her body, the top of her head rammed my thighs, and her breast surged into my mouth. When he withdrew, a fresh wave of their musk, indescribably sexual, wrapped around me. I felt my own wetness growing. Lisa’s face was still in my breasts, but her fingers found my pussy and spread me open, like we were a human infinity symbol of erotic energy, her hands between my legs, my mouth on her tits, Rick’s dick pounding her. And then she keened—that’s the best description for the long, high-pitched sound she made.

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