When Jude and I had started driving home after staying at my parents’ place, I was on him. I gave him a blow job while he drove. He fingered me. But it wasn’t enough. When we were used to having sex multiple times a day and then suddenly going without, it set us on edge. It was selfish on our parts knowing why we had to go to my parents’ house in the first place, but we found out my dad was going to be just fine, over a week ago. My mom liked to drive me crazy and wanted us to stay over to talk to us about having kids. We weren’t ready. Maybe one day. Maybe never. But right now, we didn’t want them. Not that we wouldn’t love one if it happened, but we definitely weren’t trying.
“Fuck,” Jude’s deep voice brought me back to the present.
I licked from Tiffany’s slit to the tight little spot between her ass and kissed her tailbone.
Stepping up to Jude, I watched for a moment. He had always been beautiful in the way he let himself go. His brow was furrowed, a sheen of sweat coated his forehead, his jaw clenched. He was chasing that orgasm and I was going to help Tiffany give it to him.
Pulling Tiffany off of his cock, I tugged her against me and covered her mouth with mine.
Jude grabbed our hands and placed them around his cock, helping us stroke him.
“Squeeze him,” I told her. “He likes it rough, baby girl.”
Jude groaned when she did as I said.
“Told you.” I kissed her swollen mouth.
Tiffany inched her free hand under my dress, her fingers grazing my center. “You like it too it seems.”
I laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Let us show you how much we missed you.”
And for the rest of the night, we did.