“Fuck!” he roars. “Shit!”
I’m letting out my own wail of pleasure which becomes a muffled cry of half-ecstasy, half-horror.
“UnnnhhhhMisterMarshalllll? Oh my god!”
Because as my body locks down, my eyes go wide even as my pussy pulses. It’s Brent Marshall inside me!
“Oh my god!” I scream and come again, even harder this time. The throb is too much to fight and it overtakes me. As my body loses control, I suck him even deeper. Unfortunately, in the throes of ecstasy, my head grinds into the armrest and my mask pulls half off, leaving it awkwardly dragged over part of my nose.
Now it’s Brent’s turn to cry out with horror.
“Jane?!” he shouts as he comes once more. “Shit!”
Oh god, what have we done? Did I just fuck my best friend’s dad?4Brent* * *In that crazy moment, we stare into one another’s eyes. We are spent, sweaty, and totally disbelieving. This can’t have happened. I did not just have crazy monkey sex with the hottest woman here, who also happens to be my daughter’s best friend.
But it’s true. The curvy girl props herself up on one elbow and is about to speak, but nothing comes out. She’s as breathless as I am. I quickly look out toward the crowd and move my mask back in place where it’s meant to be. She follows suit. I’m still inside of her, so I carefully pull out and say, “I’ll be right back.”
I hurry to the restroom, disposing of the used condom. Then I look at myself in the mirror. The same man looks back at me, except for the dazed look in his brown eyes. What the fuck did I just do? The Cube was supposed to be a way for me to get away from my real life, but instead, I’ve been pulled right back in in the most unexpected fashion.
Shit. I’m so fucked. Jane has been Harlow’s friend since they were little girls. I literally remember her as a scrawny little thing with buckteeth and braces. But the woman I just made love to is no innocent darling. She’s a lush, giving woman who took all of me in one stroke.
To make things worse, I’ve been noticing Jane for a few years now. It’s wrong because she’s so goddamn young, but only a blind man could fail to see those voluptuous assets. There was a day when she came in from the patio, and I popped a boner immediately. She and Harlow were in the pool outside, and despite the fact that Jane was in a one piece, I immediately saw those enormous tits and big hips. I wanted in, and I wanted in immediately.
But I was careful to stay behind the counter so she couldn’t see my insistent manhood.
“Hi, how’s it going?” I managed to get off.
“Great, Mr. Marshall!” she chirped with a cheery smile. “I’m just going to get my towel. Can’t get dry without it!” she quipped.
I managed a chuckle, although I’m sure it sounded strangled and hoarse. But Jane didn’t seem to notice, and with another wave, she was gone.
But now, we’ve crossed those boundaries. I literally just made love to the sensuous vixen who practically grew up in my house. Shit. What do I do?
Clenching my jaw, I make my way back out to the booth. The Cube is the same and yet, it’s not the same at all. People mill about, totally unaware of the tension in my veins, and I do my best to appear normal.
Fortunately, Jane’s still at the corner booth. She looks lush and lovely still, but also a bit stunned. I sit down and she can barely even look at me. Her breasts tremble, and against my better judgment, my fingers itch to touch her again.
“Jane,” I begin in a low voice. “We’re adults, and we can do whatever we want. It’s not a big deal.” Her big brown eyes look up at me and I can’t read them.
“That was different,” she acknowledges in a whisper so quiet I have to lean forward.
“Different,” I echo in agreement.
“Mr. Marshall –”
I stop her there.
“I think you should call me Brent now, don’t you?”
Her cheeks flush.
“Mr. Marsh, I mean Brent,” she begins. “What are you doing here? Why are you at the Cube?”
I shoot her a wry look from behind my mask.
“For all the reasons I stated before. Privacy, discretion, and a good time.”
She inhales heavily.
“But this wasn’t supposed to happen.”
I nod.
“Yes, but it wasn’t not supposed to happen either.”
She looks at me while cocking her head.
“What do you mean?”
I sigh and look around. There are more people making love now, and naked bodies seem to cover all surfaces. In fact, I see a threesome eyeing our booth enviously. I take her small hand in my own.
“Listen, do you want to get out of here and talk about it? I’m all for talk, honey, but I don’t think this is the right setting.”