Selena Kitt - Yank

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.

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 nipples.

“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!”