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She didn't budge.

  "Zoey?" he said a little louder as he returned to the opposite side of the bed. "Are you awake?" he asked, knowing that she was out like a light.

  Ever so gently he touched her arm, seeing if the movement would rouse her. She gave a sleepy little whimper as she settled onto her back. Getting comfortable, she tucked her arm behind her head again.

  He stared at her angelic face for a long moment, trying to wake her once more, "Zoey?" he whispered softly.

  She made no movements and in that moment he lost his resolve. He stretched his trembling hand out and hovered it just over her breast, a mere inch from her budding nipple. He had to touch her, had to know what her soft skin would feel like beneath his fingertips. Silently he cursed himself for what he was about to do.

  His pulse pounded and he held his breath as he flicked his fingertip across her areola, giving it the slightest of touches. Her flesh goose-bumped as he traced a circular path around her nipple, not yet touching it.

  She gave a faint moan and he pulled his hand away. Embarrassed, heat stole up his neck and flushed his face. He watched her, waiting for a sign that she was awake.

  Minutes passed before he gathered the courage to try again. With the pad of his thumb he rubbed it across her jutting nipple, flicking it. He rolled the hard bud between his fingers, slightly squeezing it.

  His cock stiffened, and with one hand on her tit, he gave his shaft a quick touch, rubbing it across the fabric of his pants.

  His emotions collided with his desire. He knew he shouldn't be touching her while thinking about ravaging her body- yet he couldn't help himself. He wanted her. Desperately so.

  He wanted, so very much to run his tongue all over her body, to taste and please her. He wanted to make her come. He wanted to be inside her, ached to have her sweet, tight pussy wrapped around his cock. He imagined filling her with his cum.

  'Oh fuck this is wrong'.

  One kiss, he reasoned with himself. One little sweep of his tongue across her lips. He leaned his head over hers and darted his tongue out to trace her lips. He mashed his mouth to hers and slid his tongue into her parting lips. She groaned into his mouth and he quickly pulled away.

  She shifted a bit on the bed, her legs parted somewhat and he swore he could smell the scent of her arousal.

  The thought of her wanting him- even in her sleep- cast away any hopes he had of stopping.

  He hovered his mouth over her tit and rolled his tongue around her nipple, wetting it, biting it. He suckled it while reaching for the other. His fingers curled around her fleshy globe, kneading it roughly.

  He watched her carefully while he sucked her nipple, and when he was satisfied that she wasn't going to awaken, he moved his hand down her stomach, caressing her skin softly.

  With deliberate slowness, he inched his hand lower, wanting to see how aroused she'd become. He cupped his fingers across her mound and ground the heel of his palm into her fleshy softness while his fingers delved between her folds.

  She was extremely slick, her natural lubricant soaked his fingers as he slid them around her clitoris.

  She gave off a whispery, purring little sound and he wondered what she was dreaming about. Jasmine? Or could it be him?

  He fingered her slit while he feasted on her tits, grazing his teeth across her puckered nipples, all the while promising himself he'd stop soon.

  Owen kissed his way down her taut stomach, hoping his five o' clock shadow stubble wasn't too rough against her delicate skin. She'd only ever had the soft touch of a girl. The thought that he could be the first man to have her excited him.

  Have her?

  'How far am I willing to go?' he asked himself as he settled between her legs, his mouth hovering over her pussy.

  'I want him,' he remembered what she'd written to Jasmine. She wanted this. Granted, probably not in this way, but the desire was there. It was evident by the way her body was responding to him.

  He inhaled her musky sweet scent of arousal.

  'Yes, she wants this,' he told himself as he ran his tongue along the outer parts of her pussy. He remembered the way Jasmine had licked Zoey and tried to emulate her style, using the tip of his tongue to tease Zoey's clit.

  His tongue delved into her wet folds and he made soft slurping noises as he wiggled his tongue deep into her cunt.

  His lips and chin became soaked with her juices as he writhed his tongue around her wetness. He used his fingers, sliding them into her tight little hole as he licked her.

  Her muscles twitched, an obvious sign that she was enjoying his oral assault, even if she wasn't consciously aware of it.

  Owen flicked his tongue around her clit in slow lazy circles as he delved his fingers in deeper. He imagined sliding his dick into her as he rocked his fingers in and out of slick wet hole.

  She made a gaspy sound in her sleep and he knew she was going to orgasm. He quickened the pace, eagerly licking at her clit, long hard strokes until he felt her tiny body jerk. She moaned and rolled her head to the side. Zoey trembled, her legs twitched and writhed about as she flooded his face with her glistening juices.

  Standing, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His throbbing dick pushed painfully against the fabric of his briefs and pants, and he knew in that minute that he was going to go all the way.

  Adrenaline pumped and his heart thudded wildly as he decided he was going to fuck Zoey's virgin pussy.

  As quietly as possible he pulled his clothing off and left it in a pile beside the bed. He stroked his cock as he watched the rise and fall of her chest. Satisfied that her own orgasm didn't awaken her, he eased his knees onto the mattress beside her tilted head.

  He rubbed the tip of his cock around her lips, smearing his precum around her mouth. He wondered if she'd suck if he slid it in. Carefully, ever so slowly, he eased the head of his cock between her parted lips. He could feel the silky warmth of her tongue and it took all of his resolve not shove himself to the back of her throat and spill his seed.

  As if by instinct, he felt her tongue undulate beneath his shaft. The feathery soft movements felt like heaven to him.

  He groaned, his entire body tensed with control. Surprised by her reflexes, slowly he eased a bit more of himself between her willing lips. She closed her mouth around his cock and he swore he could feel her sucking a bit.

  He sucked in his breath sharply, the sensations making his blood boil. One hand wrapped around his shaft, the other snaked beneath her neck. He lifted her head so that he had a better angle to slide more of himself into her hot little mouth.

  Perspiration beaded his forehead as he eased a few more inches into her mouth. After a few moments, he slid out slowly. She wet her lips in her sleep and the sight of her pink tongue rolling around her lips made his cock harden even more- if that were possible. Guiding it with his hand, he pushed the head of his cock against her tongue and she licked it.

  "That's it baby, suck my cock."

  Groaning deeply, he slid himself back into her mouth. She sucked harder this time and he thrust a bit, fucking her sweet little mouth. His fingers fisted into her short blonde hair as he drove his dick in and out of her mouth.

  "Oh fuck," he rasped, "Your mouth is so hot and sweet."

  He forced himself to pull out before he came, wanting to prolong the experience. And if he was truthful with himself, he wanted to cum in her pussy.

  Mmmm.

  Thick fingers glided absently down the length of his glistening cock, wet from her saliva. He stroked himself a couple of times as he decided on how he'd have her. He debated on, turning her over, onto her stomach and taking her from behind. He could just imagine grabbing her by the ass while he thrust deep into her but he figured it was too risky, she could wake up from all that movement.

  He crawled onto the bed and settled in between her legs, pushing her creamy white thighs far apart as he eased himself forward. He feasted his gaze on her body, thinking she was exquisite. Breathtakingly beautiful.

  T
he tip of his cock, swollen and a reddish purple, dripped with precum. He leaned forward, bracing one hand against the mattress beside her stomach, the other fisted around his manhood. He stroked himself against her, rubbing the head into her folds.

  "I have to fuck your hot little pussy," he told her as teased her with the tip, not yet entering her.

  The thought of jacking off on her pussy crossed his mind. He could cum now and technically she'd still be a virgin.

  But he wanted her. Craved her. He wanted to be her first. He wanted to feel her tight little pussy clinching around him.

  Unable to resist any longer, he thrust into her with one hard push. She made a gaspy noise and he went utterly still.

  He watched her face soften and her lashes fluttered slightly, though she never actually opened her eyes. He remained frozen, not moving a muscle while he waited for any kind of response. She lay there, unmoving, and he mentally counted to twenty before he dared move.

  Ever so slowly he eased back, nearly pulling his cock out of her, relishing the feel of her tight pussy walls pulsating around him. She was so wet it made a squishing noise as he pulled out of her. He drove himself back into her hot tight hole, moaning from the sheer pleasure of being buried deep inside of her.

  He grabbed her thighs and pushed her legs up, getting a better angle to thrust into her. He pumped his cock in and out of her several times, working up a steady, mind-numbing pace.

  "Ohhhh," she muttered softly as he ground himself into her. A bead of sweat dripped from his forehead and splashed against her stomach. He wiped it away, then rubbed his hand teasingly along her belly just above her mound. He traced his finger across a small, heart shaped tattoo she'd had done just above her pussy then slipped his fingers over her clitoris, stimulating her while he fucked her.

  He lost himself in the moment, gave himself over to the sensations of gliding in and out of her. The friction of grinding his rod into her slick hot tunnel drove him wild.

  Slowing the pace while leaning over her, he took one of her hard nipples into his mouth. He twirled his tongue around her breast while he rocked his hips in slower, shorter strokes.

  She whimpered softly and rolled her head to the side. Her mouth parted slightly and he moved his head away from her breast to capture her bottom lip between his teeth. He sucked on her lip then pushed his tongue into her mouth, moaning her name.

  Plunging into her private depths, he rammed into her so hard his balls were slapping against her ass. He clasped his arms around the top of her head, keeping her in place as he jackhammered into her - each thrust hard and fast. His body glided against hers, every touch of her skin sent electric jolts throughout his body.

  Her pussy squeezed the entire length of his shaft, milking it as he drove himself deeper and deeper into her. The intensity of his thrusting sent him spiraling into a blissful orgasm. The length of his body quivered above hers, jerking erratically with each ramming thrust into her cunt. He exploded deeply within her, feeling her inner walls clutching his rod as he filled her with his sticky white fluid. Streams of cum gushed from his cock and he pushed it as far into her as possible.

  His ragged breath was hot against the crook of her neck as he buried his head against her, enjoying the closeness of having her beneath him. Having her intimately wrapped around him. Still sensitive, he waited until he started to soften then slowly pulled himself out of her.

  A mixture of their juices dribbled from her slit and guilt settled in. He doubted she was on birth control. Had he just gotten her pregnant?

  'Oh fuck! What have I done?'

  He eased himself off of her completely and slumped onto the mattress beside her. He raked his hand through his sweaty damp hair as the realization of all that he'd done settled in.

  Owen tried to justify it by telling himself that she wanted it, that she'd wanted him, but that did little to pacify his guilty conscience. All he could do at this point was confess when she woke up.

  After a few moments he pulled himself off of the bed. He cleaned her off as best as he could and covered her up. He kissed her forehead, whispering, "I'm so sorry."

  Heavy with the realization of what he'd done, he left her room and closed the door. Once in his, he took a long hot shower while replaying every sinful moment in his mind.

  Wrapped up in a towel, he settled onto his bed with a bottle of vodka. At some point he passed out and slept restlessly until morning.

  He awoke slowly, still caught somewhere between dreaming and being fully awake. In the dream he was having sex with Zoey.

  Reluctantly he blinked one eye open and quickly closed it as the blaring light flooding into the room charred his vision.

  The blissful sensations of the dream lingered. His cock twitched and throbbed from the warmth of her hand wrapped around him.

  The slow realization that she was in his bed with her hand wrapped around his cock jolted him fully awake. His heart thudded wildly against his chest as he blinked his eyes open. He settled his gaze upon her and she smiled innocently.

  "Hi..." her dimples popped mischievously. She trailed her fingers down the sensitive length of his manhood, grazing her nails against his tender flesh.

  "W-what are you doing?" he stuttered, wondering if he was still sleeping. Dreaming. It must be a dream.

  "Playing..." she whispered sweetly.

  "Playing?"

  Zoey laughed a sweet little sound as she grazed her lips across his shoulder. "A game, Owen. Isn't this what we do? We play games with each other."

  He groaned as she wrapped her tiny fingers around his morning-hard cock. She stroked him sensually, "Did you like the little game we played last night? Where I pretended to be asleep while you fucked me?"

  "Zoey...what the hell? I shouldn't have...I don't know what came over me. Oh god, you were awake?"

  "Yeah. And trust me Owen, you did exactly what we wanted."

  "We?"

  "Jasmine and I planned the whole thing. She knows how much I love you and want to be with you, just as much as I love her and want to be with her. I want you both." She squeezed his cock, "And I can tell you want me too. There's no reason why the three of us can't be happy together."

  His thoughts whirled with a mixture of lust, love, and relief. He thought she would hate him after he confessed what he'd done, but now that he knew she planned it, he felt a hundred times better. She did want it. Wanted him.

  "I can't think straight," he said as he cupped his hand around hers, stroking himself with her hand.

  "Think later. Right now let's play another game. Pretend I'm sleeping and I'm lying on my stomach..." she kissed the corner of his mouth, "and you have to take me from behind." Her lips brushed across his, "I really want you to fuck me doggy style."

  He devoured her mouth, "I will fuck you any where, any way, for the rest of your life."

  "That's what I'm counting on..."