It was su[m]mer and it was hot and we didn't even like each other but we still [f]ucked | 2016

Two years ago my girlfriend's friend Gigi could be a real tease. Gigi had been with the same guy since she was sixteen. He had been her first boyfriend and I'm pretty sure that he was the only guy she'd ever had sex with. But at some point Gigi decided that having sex with only one guy in her whole life wasn't such a great idea. She started to experiment--to put it nicely--without going to the trouble of letting her boyfriend know about her experimentations. Two years ago Gigi was experimenting with not one but two different men. Both these men were older than she was; one of them, much older--well over sixty years old. Gigi didn't think there was anything wrong about these experimentations. In fact, she wished her boyfriend would start experimenting as well--though I don't think she ever told him that either. And as for her, well... she was always on the lookout for more experimentation partners.

Of course I wasn't supposed to know all this, but Gigi had confided in my girlfriend and my girlfriend had repeated the story to me. It had actually started a bit of an argument between us, because I felt that Gigi should at least let her boyfriend know about her new hobbies, and I felt that as her friend, my girlfriend should encourage Gigi to do just that--but my girlfriend feared that would lead to a confrontation between her and Gigi and she preferred to stay out of it. This was between Gigi and her boyfriend she said, and anyway it wasn't anything so serious that she needed to get involved.

The three of us were spending the week at Gigi's cottage, along with a few other friends of her and my girlfriend's. The cottage wasn't actually Gigi's, but it belonged to someone in her family and she had the use of it for that week. It was an all girl affair really and I was only there because I had shown up one day trying to escape the city heat and then just sort of stuck around after that. It was a big place right on the lake so there was plenty of room for all of us, and we'd spend our days swimming, sunbathing and drinking.

Gigi had been flirtatious throughout the week, sometimes to the point of being really inappropriate. My girlfriend had been witness to some but not all of her advances and that had also been the cause of some tension between us. But Gigi didn't let up and every day she kept at it. Needless to say, by the end of the week, I was getting pretty fed up with Gigi's shit and I was ready to get back home.

At the same time though, I was also pretty fucking horny.

I had spent the better part of a week as the lone guy surrounded by a bunch of girls and my hormone levels had been rising up steadily. We spent our days by the lake, with me in my swim trunks and the girls in their bikinis. Hours of staring at half naked chicks with tits and asses covered by the tiniest pieces of wet polyester had gotten me more and more worked up with each passing day. In the evening we would drink some more, usually a lot more, and most nights I would collapse on my bed in a drunken stupor. Which meant that even though my girlfriend was there, there weren't that many opportunities for sex. There were one or two memorable moments, but overall not enough considering the effect these girls were having on my sex drive.

I feel lame saying that's the explanation for what happened next, but I'll say it anyway: under normal circumstances I wouldn't have done what I did.

My girlfriend was out getting groceries that afternoon. She'd gone with one of the other girls, so Gigi and I were alone at the cottage. There was another friend of theirs nearby, but she was out by the lake sunbathing. Gigi was in the kitchen prepping things for dinner--washing and chopping vegetables, mixing oil and vinegar for a salad, that sort of stuff. I was lying on one of the couches in the living room, on the wifi with my phone, checking out the news, sports results and... porn. I had the sound off and everything but the girls on the screen still looked pretty damn good.

My beer was empty so I got up to get another one. The cottage was essentially one big room, except for the bedrooms, and the kitchen area was only separated from the living room and dining table by an island--the kind of standalone counter that you can walk around. The island was where Gigi had set up shop--cutting board and veggies and stuff. The kitchen was where the fridge was, and in the fridge were the beers, so that way I headed.

When Gigi saw me approach she started again with the flirting. The thing about Gigi though, she didn't flirt in this sexy sensual way. The way she flirted always sounded a bit condescending, like she needed to be the dominant one and couldn't help but take a few jabs at my masculinity. She was a tall girl, taller than I am even though I'm 5'10", and a slight bit older, so that probably contributed to her attitude. But whether she was flirting or not, even in simple conversations she had with the other girls, it always sounded to me like she didn't like guys. It's not that she disliked them exactly, but whatever the subject it always seemed like they were never good enough for her. They were weak, they were boyish, they never acted like real men. I assumed that her attitude stemmed from the unhappy situation with her boyfriend, because fair enough--that did describe the guy pretty well. But then what was she still doing with him after all these years? Whatever went wrong between them, why let the resentment fester to the point it would cloud her attitude not only towards him, but toward all men?

Anyway, whatever her reasons, her kind of flirting had a way to turn me on, but also to make me pretty pissed off.

"I saw you staring at your phone there, what kind of game were you playing?"

Yeah Gigi, I know, boys play their little games. Real men on the other hand, they... Fuck, I don't even know what she thinks real men do. Fuck her?

"I wasn't playing any game, just looking at some stuff."

"Well, whatever stuff it was, you looked pretty into it..."

And she winked at me. That took me off guard. Had she really noticed something? Had I been that obvious? Or was she just teasing me, assuming that of course I'd be looking at porn? (My god are we guys always so obvious and predictable?)

"You know there are things in the real world that are more interesting than a phone?"

By then I'd gotten my beer out of the fridge and I was standing next to her with the bottle in my hands. Her gaze went down--at me? at her? She was still in a bikini and the fabric didn't leave much to the imagination. She was standing between the two counters, still chopping and dicing, so I moved behind her and leaned back against the sink. I took a sip of my beer.

"What kind of stuff?"

"Oh, you know..."

And for a moment she didn't say anything but with the smallest of movement, almost imperceptibly raised her ass. For a second I contemplated my options. On the one hand, this chick's ready to have sex with just about anybody. I guess that's bad, but that means she's ready to have sex with me, and that's good. On the other hand my girlfriend... But you know what, as shameful as it is to say, at that moment my girlfriend didn't come into the picture. I was horny, and I was getting riled up, and I wasn't thinking about the consequences.

"... but I guess you wouldn't know what to do with it."

Yeah, that does it. We'll see Gigi if I know what to do with it.

Looking back I can see I was getting played, but it worked. From where I stood I had a front row view of her ass and the way her bathing suit hugged her cheeks. The string of her bikini top was the only thing covering her back and at that moment in my mind she was already naked. Visions of sex were dancing before my eyes.

I put my beer down and in one quick movement I pulled her bikini bottom to the ground. I pushed her against the countertop and pressed myself against her ass.

"I have some idea of what to do with it."

She sort of half-laughed and half-moaned. She was still teasing but by then I was determined to make her eat her words. I would fuck her in a way her meek boyfriend never did. I'd fuck her in ways those older guys couldn't. I'd take control and fuck her hard and fuck her deep.

I undid her top and with one hand I clutched the back of her neck, pressing her down on top of the counter. She didn't resist. With my other hand I pushed down my trunks and I pressed my cock against her ass. I was already hard and she moaned again, with less laugther in her voice this time.

My hand reached between her legs and I spread her pussy lips before pushing two fingers in. She wasn't completely wet yet and she inhaled sharply as they went in. I fingered her, in and out, in and out, until my fingers were coated with her juices. She gasped when I wiped them over her clit. This time she didn't chuckle, she didn't giggle and she didn't laugh. I rubbed, hard, purposedly a bit too hard just to hear her yelp. She tried to get back up but I had a good part of my weight bearing down on the back of her neck so she stayed put. I dipped my fingers in to get more of her wetness and again rubbed it over her clit. She settled in, still squirming but not trying to get away.

The sight of her naked body bent over the counter, the look on her face with her cheek pressed against the cold granit, surrounded by pieces of lettuce and brocoli and whatnot, was turning me on like crazy. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was ajar and she was pushing her ass up against me and I couldn't wait any longer. I spread her legs with both hands and shoved my cock hard into her. She was wet and tight and I slid in easily and smacked my hips hard against her ass. She pushed herself up a bit and I reached for her nipples, pinching and twisting them as I moved inside her.

By then she was panting and she was making this low moaning noise, a sort of "hmmmmmmmm" that went up and down with each of my thrusts. It was a hot summer day and she was already sweaty; my hands glided easily on her hips and her back. I grabbed her ass with both hands and I felt her clench involuntarily around me. Her ass was wet and slippery and for a moment I considered spanking her, but thought better of it. I was worried this might draw the attention of the girl sunbathing outside.

Instead I spread her butt cheeks as wide as I could, and again I felt her clench around me. Her asshole was pink and hairless. I knew she was getting laser hair removal--my girlfriend had told me about that as well--but I didn't expect they'd use a laser there. Or maybe she gets it waxed, but at this point who the fuck cares? We're still going at it and she's pushing back in rhythm with each of my thrusts. I've got her ass in my hands and I slide my fingers down along the crack, reaching her asshole.

Again she clenches around me. I rub her bud slick with her sweat and the pressure on my cock is just incredible. At this point I need to have her ass. Because it's hot, because it's there and because clearly she's enjoying what I'm doing to her, but also because after everything she said about meek men and real men, not going for it is simply not an option. Sometimes real men are the jerks who fuck you in the ass.

So I reach out and grab the olive oil.

It's sitting there on the counter next to us and for a moment I wonder if that's really going to work but I don't have time to think it through. It's not like I can just stop and go fetch lube in the bedroom. So I tilt the bottle over her ass and the oil just comes pouring out all over her, a heavy stream that cascades along her butt crack. I put my finger under the flow and I press it in, pushing in to the first knuckle.

It works. The slick oil makes my finger slide in and out easily. She yelps. A yelp that says "what the fuck are you doing?" but she doesn't tell me to stop. I can feel her still clenched tight around my cock. For a moment I take it slow, massaging her asshole with my fingers, letting her adjust to the new sensations while I enjoy the view, the anticipation of penetration. My fingers circle round and round her bud and slowly it opens under them, letting them in deeper and deeper.

I push her down again so she lies flat against the counter top and I line up my cock with her back door. Slow is nice but that respite is over with and I push in hard, breaking the barrier of her muscle and sliding in all the way in a single stroke.

From that point on it's just raw fucking.

I pound hard with a tight grip on her hips while she pants and moans. She reaches for her clit and fingers herself furiously while I push back and forth inside her ass. The sight of her bud clutching to my cock as it moves out, then caving in when I push back in is mesmerizing. The sounds coming from her--the hmmms and the moans and the short cries--are driving me wild. I'm about to come but I want to take it slow so I pull out completely, then push back in. Again and again, out--then in. She moans and pant and on the fourth or fifth thrust she finally comes, her whole body shaking under me. The sight of her quivering under me pushes me over the edge and I come in forceful pulses inside her ass.

We stay like that for a moment: her still bent over, me still hard inside her. After a while I finally pull out and a trickle of cum drools down from her ass. What do you say in a moment like that? What do you say in that instant when you just fucked someone you shouldn't have fucked, and she's still lying there naked and sweaty and dripping from sex? When that person isn't really someone you like all that much, not someone you ever really talk to, but just someone who happened to want the same thing you wanted at the same time you wanted it?

I didn't say anything.

I picked up my trunks and put them on. I grabbed my beer and headed outside. I washed myself off by diving in the lake. For a while floating in the water I wondered: what would happen if Gigi told on us? That would probably be the end of me and my girlfriend. I felt pretty bad about that, and about what I just did. But thankfully, she never did.