8:30, You Lose Variation

8:30, You Lose Variation 8:30, You Lose Variation

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Readers of '8:30, You Lose' will have to be patient as they re-read the setting in this Variation until it goes in a slightly different direction. Just a little different choreography to the same music.

Summary

Readers of '8:30, You Lose' will have to be patient as they re-read the setting in this Variation until it goes in a slightly different direction. Just a little different choreography to the same music.

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Submitted: January 21, 2013

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8:30, You Lose Variation

 

She could tell he was as petrified as she was; only she was hiding it better.  They fidgeted until she finally said, “I’m going upstairs for a minute.”  Not exactly an invitation and he couldn’t tell if he should assume it was. She didn’t even know herself; she just knew she needed time to think.  Neither of them expected the night to go this way and as the clock kept ticking, they faced the prospect of putting their money where their mouths were.

He watched her go up the stairs and thought he might just leave and forget the whole thing.  For all he knew, she wanted him gone…... the problem was, he really didn’t know.  One thing was for sure, he’d never forgive himself if he chickened out.  So he stood up, legs shaking and walked to the landing and then up the stairs.  A dim light filtered into the hallway from her bedroom.  When he got to the door, he made his first decisive move and slowly pushed it open all the way.  He found her standing at the opposite end, her back against the wall, near the dresser, facing him, seemingly expecting him, arms folded under her breasts, braless under a T-shirt.  He could see himself in the dresser mirror but was looking at her and tried to relax and be assertive without being cocky. 

“You’re going to make me do this, aren’t you?”  It was the first indication she had given all night of a willingness to do this.  She looked at her bedside clock, 8:30, an hour past deadline - he was clearly giving her too much time.  He spoke, “Honestly, I almost left when you came upstairs.  I don’t want to be a jerk.  We made a silly bet and maybe a part of you wants to do this….  But I don’t know for sure…. You know I’m into you.”  He watched for her reaction as she looked at him, her eyes sweet, nervous, and unsure, her beautiful breasts shelved on her arms, her short skirt around those perfect hips.  He continued, “If we did this I’ll be cool about not saying anything.  I’ll be fine with going right back to status quo…. If that’s what you want.”  “Well, I must’ve said it for a reason and a bet is a bet.  I’ve kind of had it with him pulling this shit on me all the time.  He knows you and me horse around a lot and kind of dig each other.  Now he leaves us here alone in the country….”  She looked towards the window.  He watched as she walked over to it.  It seemed more this time to see if the coast was clear.  She looked beautiful as she put her folded arms on the windowsill and stooped her head to look down at the street below for any sign of an approaching car; there was none.  As she leaned forward, her pleated skirt tilted up slightly in the back showing the backs of her legs up to just below her panties.  The slightest lift of that skirt or tilt of his head would be enough to see them.  She looked down the road, anticipating where all this might lead.  The long road leading up the long driveway was empty.  It was getting dark.  She stayed there looking out the window knowing he was looking at her.  He stepped towards her from behind and as if to claim his prize, he ran a hand over the back of her skirt, she closed her eyes and let him as he gently felt the round firmness of her ass, trying to contain his astonishment at her not resisting or at least hesitating.  He leaned over and spoke softly into her ear, “Nobody for miles but me and you….” Emboldened by her passiveness, his hand slid down to her legs and up under her skirt to plant firmly between her legs where her panties covered her crotch. Her eyes still closed as his hand felt the warmth between her legs.  She reopened her eyes to look down the road with a different perspective, her eyes outside, her mind on his hand.  For a while the only sounds were their breathing and the rustling of her clothes as he freely explored under her skirt.  Cheating on her boyfriend for the first time and probably breaking up with him. 

Her cooperation was a bonus and he was hoping his boldness wouldn’t scare her off.  He planted himself squarely behind her and with both hands, lifted the back of her skirt all the way up like a curtain and let it rest on her lower back, her beautiful ass now easy to make out behind her thin, white panties.  Watching closely, he felt her as before, softly gliding his hands over the thin material, relishing the supple resilience of her firm ass.  She continued to look down the road completely turned on by this nuts and bolts yet gentle approach to his advances.  He gripped the back of her panties and gathered them like a thong up into her crack while her cunt remained nestled in the material and her ass cheeks glistened in the soft light.  He gently tugged up and back just enough to tease her clit and butt.  She was getting wet and wondered if he knew.  He slid his thumbs around to her waist and slowly pulled her panties down.  She felt the makeshift thong slip out from between her cheeks and the cool air breeze across her clit.  She felt the elastic slide over her hips as he worked them down to her ankles. When she stepped out of them on her own and left her legs slightly more parted than before, his heart skipped a beat.

She wondered about turning around to face him and maybe kiss him.  She was very horny and knew the kiss would totally give that away, ending her role as the loser of the bet and she was enjoying that too much to give it up.  These two had the habit of flirting with each other - playful teasing and talking about what they’d do to each other given the right circumstances, etc.  One time he told her he loved her voice and pictured how it would be to hear her while he fucked her, hear her voice as she came.  That moment was more serious than the others and it stuck with them both.  This night and her proposal were probably a result of that conversation.  This night they drank a little while waiting for her boyfriend to show up and he teased, suggesting her boyfriend was unreliable and wouldn’t show up.  She teased back at him, citing his own unreliability.  The little debate ended up where it usually did, one thing led to another and by the time it was over she came out with, “OK then, I’ll let you fuck me tonight if Ben doesn’t show up by 7:30”.She couldn’t believe her own ears nor he his.  They both went into a sort of shock that only worsened as it became apparent old Ben wasn’t going to make his appearance.  Now she’s bent over a window sill, her skirt lifted, panties on the floor, and his large warm hands are feeling all around her ass and between her legs that she’s spread for him and she’s letting out little whimpers of the voice she knows he loves.  This has gotten completely out of hand, she thought, but she was not about to stop.

He slid both hands under her shirt and felt each tit for the first time.  He hadn’t felt a set of tits in a long time and hers were so full, firm, and perfect.  He so appreciated that she was just letting him have at them like this. She felt the strength of his hands aggressively engulf and squeeze them, her nipples planted in his palms while his fingers kneaded the surrounding softness.  Handling her tits fueled his hard-on and she loved how he was making them feel.  His hands went down to her belly then slid up between her tits before gliding across her smooth skin out to each shoulder such that her breasts rolled and squeezed under his forearms.  He pulled her shoulders up, so she stood with her back up against him.  He buried his face into her hair and inhaled her smell as she let her arms fall to her sides.  His hands again explored the contents of her T-shirt,  symmetrically cupping each tit as before then one hand wandered around her ribs and belly and a little lower to squeeze her against his surging hard-on.  The other had both tits to itself, reaching across to the far one then drawing back and forth between the two, ecstatic at how they jostled and moved.  His lower hand went lower still and she opened her legs a little as it reached up under her skirt to take her pussy from the front now.  Her arms still down she reached them back to grab his upper legs as she felt him push his hard cock against her.  She made several sweet sounds as she turned one leg out and gyrated her clit over his hand.  “This feels good?” he knowingly asked, bating her to speak.  “Yes”, she managed between breaths.  “What feels good?” His intent was obvious.  Speaking breathlessly and rapidly while humping, “…...Your hand on my clit………. Feels good, hhwooo,…..., hhwooo”.  Humping harder, her own response to her own voice took her by surprise as her juices suddenly increased and her hips worked with his hand and her clit slipped and slided around his probing fingers.  Her voice clearly driving his intensity as well as hers, looking straight ahead out the window while he kissed her neck, “You want to suck my tits?” as he feverishly worked them ……. “Yes”.  As he raised her T-shirt, she lifted her arms and he easily sent it over her head, disheveling her hair, and onto the floor.  He turned her to face him and they took a moment to look into each other’s eyes.  The lower periphery of what he saw drew his eyes off her steamy ones and down to her topless body.  Her cute plaid skirt separated her strong smooth legs from her perfect torso with perfect tits jutting out all ruddy and flushed from his manhandling them.  She stood there for him to admire and to take when he wanted.

He drew her to him and she now completely abandoned the role, drawing his tongue deep in her mouth, wrapping her arms around him for a long, soulful kiss, encouraging him with urgent moans from her mouth to his, feeling his arms roam over her body clothed only in a short pleated plaid skirt.  The sensitive skin of her breasts and nipples pressed against his clothes and his hands up and down her back, her skirt hardly an obstacle to his grabbing at her ass accentuated her sense of being bare naked in his arms.  They broke the kiss and he started at her neck.  Her arms fell to her sides again as she let him ravish her with his hands and mouth.  Erotically staying on task, she repeated “You want to suck my tits?” as his mouth on her neck gave her chills, her voice repeating the question did the same to him.  It also made it clear she really wanted him to suck her tits.  He escorted her to the bed and sat on it with her again standing before him.  She looked down at him, gently placed her hands at the sides of his head and lovingly brought it into her bosom, directing his mouth to one nipple, “Suck me”, she whispered down to him.  He took that beautiful nipple into his mouth and got lost in the sweet sounds she made as he rolled it gently in his mouth, carefully suckling her.  Her belly pushed in and out from her heavy breathing and she drew his head deeper into her tit, “whooowww… suck it”.  He brought his hand up to continue on that nipple while his mouth went to the other.  She was right up against him, her legs between his, knees touching the bed, a complete offering of her chest to his mouth and hands.  She gyrated her upper body and working his head, she squished each tit in its turn against his face, occasionally pausing to let him suck on one or the other nipple.  She and he both loved how firm and soft they were and how they felt.  She then proceeded forward, lifting one leg to place her knee at the side of his hip, forcing him back some.  When she did the same with the other leg he put his hands behind himself for support and came away from her breasts.  Steadying herself over him, her previous words, ‘you’re going to make me do this, aren’t you’ took on new meaning.  Her fingertips lifted up the bottom of her skirt just a little as her hips slowly gyrated over his chest.  She spoke again, knowing how drunk it made him, “You want to see my pussy?”… she watched his eyes stare at where it was barely hidden…. Breathing hard under her, he shook his head and spoke, “Yes”.  Continuing her tease, she gathered more of the skirt into her hand unveiling the beautiful cleft and clit between her legs and exquisitely trimmed cunt to his adoring eyes.  She was now humping into the air just over his chest and her moist pussy lapped against it lightly.  They both could feel her clit as it brushed across the hair on his chest.  “See my clit?” as she sucked in her belly with some assistance from her hand, turning her pelvis towards him, “See it?”  The same hand’s middle finger went down to stroke her clit about a foot from his face.  She looked between it and his face inquisitively.  He again nodded and softly spoke, “Yes”  The lips and opening glistening with her wetness, her finger working her clit as she humped, huffing and puffing, taking in how all this talk was getting her off.  She continued to do herself and he blissfully fell back onto the bed.  As if this feast for the eyes wasn’t enough, there were those perfect tits again, now beautifully cuddled into each other, one higher than the other between her arms.  His arms now free, had to reach for them, slipping his fingers between them, communing with how they felt in this position.  As she was humping and breathing harder and harder it was clear she was close to coming.  He slid his hands down her sides and brought them to her hips.  No need for words this time as he urged her forward and she complied, taking two more ‘steps’ and placed her throbbing cunt over his face.  In the most immodest position a girl could ever find herself in, she carefully positioned then lowered her clit to his waiting mouth.  They worked together as he took it between his pursed lips and flicked it gently with his tongue.  “OOOHHHH!! OOOOHHH!” as she gradually sank onto him with more and more of her weight, carefully grinding into his face.  As she gained confidence in their positioning and his ability to maintain it, she became less careful in her humping as she splayed her legs wider and started to grind back and forth and in tight circles as his mouth and tongue masterfully worked her over.  “OH, Suck me…. Suck it!” Her cunt firmly planted on his mouth she fell forward supporting herself with her arms, her tits jiggling as she humped frantically to her orgasm, …... “I’m coming coming!…. OH!, OH!” Her juices dripped over his face as he felt the warm smoothness of her pussy lips lather over him as she humped and fucked his mouth with her clit.  After a long exhausting orgasm, she finally rolled off of him and smothered him with grateful kisses.  Still breathing very hard she managed to compose herself and ask, “Wasn’t I supposed to fuck you?”


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