I Knew Better.I Went Anyway.

So the next night I told myself I would ignore him. I almost succeeded.

My phone lit up at midnight. One line. “Come over. Door is unlocked. Wear nothing under your clothes.”

I sat up in bed and stared at the screen. Daniel had texted me two hours earlier. Soft. Careful. “Sleep well. Thinking about you.” I replied with a heart. Normal. Safe. And now his friend was giving me orders like I already belonged to him.

My cunt was already wet. That was the problem. My body had decided faster than my head. I pressed my thighs together and tried to talk myself out of it. I failed.

I got up. Pulled on a short dress. Nothing underneath. The fabric felt thin against my skin. I grabbed my keys. Every step to the front door felt like a decision I could still reverse. I stood there with my hand on the knob for a full ten seconds. Then I opened it and left.

His place was ten minutes away. Streetlights. Quiet roads. My heart stayed loud the whole drive. The door was unlocked just like he said. I stepped inside. Living room dim. Low lamp in the corner. He sat on the couch in sweatpants, hard cock clear under the fabric. He did not stand. He just looked at me and said, “Take the dress off.”

I pulled it over my head. Stood there naked. Cool air on my skin. Nipples tight. He pointed at the floor in front of him. I walked over and dropped to my knees. He pulled his cock out. Thick. Already leaking at the tip. He told me to open my mouth. I did. He fed it in slow at first, then held the back of my head and pushed deeper. I gagged. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto my tits. He fucked my mouth until my eyes watered and my jaw ached, then pulled me up by the hair and bent me over the arm of the couch.

He slid into my cunt in one thrust. No warm-up. I was soaked so he went all the way in. The stretch made me gasp. He held my hips and fucked me hard. Skin slapped against skin. The wet sound filled the room. He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles. I came first, shaking, cunt gripping him while I moaned into the couch cushion. He kept going. Deeper. Faster. Until he pulled out and shot thick ropes across my back and ass.

He told me to stay there. I did. Breathing hard. Cum cooling on my skin. Legs still unsteady. Then my phone buzzed on the floor where I had dropped it with the dress.

I looked down. Daniel’s name on the screen.

“You still up?”

I froze. Still bent over the couch. His friend’s cum on my back. Daniel’s message glowing in the dark. The friend saw the screen too. He laughed once, low and quiet.

“You should answer him.”

I picked up the phone with shaking fingers. The message sat there waiting. I have no idea what I am going to type. And I can feel him still watching me while I decide.

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