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The cathedral bells rang repeatedly as the guitar solo started slowly. I waited in my bed as Nick's alarm blared on the other side of the wall.
"I'm a rolling thunder, pouring rain. I'm coming on like a hurricane. My lightning's flashing across the sky." I could hear Brian Johnson's unique voice clearly as AC/DC attempted to wake Nick.
Finally shutting off his alarm, I could hear him stumbling about on his way to his morning shower.
I was still lying naked, just as he'd left me. My pussy was tender, and I still had some of Nick inside me left over from our spectacular orgasms the night before. I could hear the water from the bathroom as I imagined the naked man who had given me so much and allowed me to take what I wanted from him as well.
A smile crept across my face as I thought again of his tender touches and the passion we shared.
I got out of bed and balled up my sheets. Two nights of sex, and they were in desperate need of washing. Rummaging through my drawers, I picked out a black lace bra that I thought Nick would enjoy and a matching pair of panties that let my ass cheeks show just enough. Hearing the water still running, I was curious.
I walked up to the bathroom door and pulled it open. Fair is fair. He watched me, and I admit seeing his wet body reminded me of all the times I'd noticed him in the pool. He was such a gorgeous man, and he had no idea. He was just Nick. My Nick, for a bit longer before I had to relinquish my claim. He did not belong to me, and I knew that. I struggled with it.
Walking into the bathroom, I pulled back the curtain and stepped in to surprise him.
"Shit, Nick, why the hell is the water so cold!" I yelped.
"What the hell are you doing in here, crazy girl?" he asked with a deep laugh.
"I heard your alarm for the ten minutes it went off and figured I'd join you before Melissa came home," I said, feigning innocence and batting my eyelashes.
Nick was a gentleman and rinsed off and adjusted the temperature for me.
"Better?"
"Much," I replied, helpless to resist cuddling up to him.
This was an experience we'd not shared. Just a brief few moments pretending our lives could be normalized together. Seeing his body and knowing I still had a license to do with it as I wished, I grabbed his cock. It was bigger than my hand, and I was proud of myself for being able to take it inside me, considering I'd never had more than my finger, hairbrush handle, or my sister's dildo.
His body couldn't help but respond as he grew firm under my touch. The head began filling my hand as I rubbed under the tip. He just looked at me as I soaped up my hands and began massaging his balls and stroking his now fully erect member.
"Jess, you're starting something we can't finish this morning," He said, obviously trying to control his desires.
"Maybe you can't finish, but I plan to," I teased.
I thought about having the house all to myself while Melissa slept and Nick was at work. Then I thought of Melissa's drawer with her purple sex toy. This led to some guilt about not only borrowing her dildo but also what I was currently doing with Nick. I could tell he felt it, too. I took my hands off of his cock and just enjoyed touching him. I rubbed soap on his back and could feel the muscles hidden beneath the big man's skin. Nick wasn't fat. He had a bit of a tummy that I found cute. I sometimes forgot just how strong he was.
Nick gently moved aside, letting me stand beneath the showerhead. The water felt good against my shoulders. Looking at him made me feel so many things. My body was prepared to surrender to him. Yet, he chose not to use me as he could have.
I leaned over and kissed him. I felt his fuzzy, wet beard against my face as I found his soft lips. Just a kiss, nothing more. He deserved to know that I didn't want to use him either. He was a man, and I was a woman, but that didn't mean either of us was obligated to the service of the other.
As he opened the curtain, Nick surprised me, leaning back in and kissing me twice on my lips. Again, sweet kisses, not trying to push toward anything sexual. He caught me unaware. I had essentially been the instigator of our encounters. This was the first time he'd allowed himself to show me affection on his own. I was happy that he felt safe kissing me.
Nick got out, dried off, and closed the door. I finished my shower, and admittedly, I played a little with the showerhead as I cleaned myself from the night before. Giving my lady a fresh shave, I turned the water off. I dried off a bit and didn't concern myself with covering my body as I left the bathroom. I was secure in knowing I could show Nick what was his as I walked naked into my bedroom and closed the door.
Putting on my black bra and panties, I heard Nick holler from the kitchen, "Coffee?"
"I don't drink coffee, remember?" I answered without opening the door.
"That's right. Coffee is a morning thing, and you don't participate in mornings," he said in his signature giggle, which showed he'd amused himself. He was cute.
I was planning to head to my friend Amber's. We did each other's nails and went to lunch regularly. It was a fun way of saving money on our nails and a great excuse to spend time together. I carried my sheets and some other laundry to the laundry room opposite the bathroom. I heard the door close. It was just Nick coming back in for his coffee after smoking. He was predictable in the mornings.
"Back in eight!" He yelled so I could hear him.
"Then I'll see you in eight," I said, feeling happy that he made sure to acknowledge me before leaving.
Starting the washer, I texted Amber to plan when we would meet for lunch. I waited for my laundry and turned on the TV. I had an hour to kill before the clothes were finished washing and in the dryer.
As the washer began spinning, I could hear its unbalanced bumping sound. Nick burst into the door.
"Hey, has Melissa been home?" he asked, sounding almost fearful.
"You okay? She's not come in yet." I answered, a bit confused.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good," he said, catching his breath. "You aren't planning to tell Melissa about things? Are you?"
"It wasn't on my to-do list," I said as sarcastically as I could, looking at Nick confused. "I have no plans of telling my sister anything about what happened last night or the night before, do you?"
"No, er nope," He managed. "She's usually home by now and sounded odd on the phone."
"She's probably just running behind," I said, trying to calm him down.
I swapped my clothes from the washer to the dryer and grabbed my keys. Nick was in the living room, so I just left the TV on.
"I'm heading to Amber's. I'll see you this afternoon," I said, looking at Nick.
He was clearly distracted.
"Okay, Jess, I'll be here," he replied.
As I headed out the door, I saw Melissa walking out of the garage.
"Hey, Liss, I'm headed to Amber's," I said, greeting her like usual.
"Heya, Jess, have fun and tell her I said hi," she said, hurrying past me.
It was raining quite a bit, which explained why Nick was home, and it also helped me logic out why Melissa was not very chatty. As I started my car, I began to flip through my playlists. How come no one put out the definitive "I just fucked my brother-in-law" playlist? What the hell was I thinking?
I was on my way to Amber's apartment. We had made plans on Saturday to go out to lunch. After everything I'd experienced over the weekend, I was glad to go out. I was happy to reflect a bit.
Amber was a chatterbox and loved a good bit of gossip. She'd done well keeping things between us when it mattered. However, she was always excited to get a bit of gossip from our other friends and "spill the tea" with me. We were almost the same age and had been in each other's Sunday School classes since we were little girls. Youth group trips and even an extended mission trip or two were more fun than a month sitting at home.
She was not as busty as I was. She had some adorable C-cup boobs. Amber was really cute and had a plump butt. I was jealous of how pretty she was, even though she always said the same to me. Amber had strawberry blonde hair that she insisted was natural, even though I'd helped her dye it every two weeks for years. Part of our plan for the day was to waste our money on a lunch date and then go back to her apartment to do each other's nails.
I pulled up, and Amber was outside waiting for me.
"Hey Jess, what took you so long?" Amber asked jokingly.
"I've had a bit of an interesting weekend and had to wait for my laundry," I said, leaving out the details.
We went to our usual place on the university campus. It was a busy spot where many students went for lunch, and it always made us feel important to be part of the hustle and bustle of lunchtime traffic when we were in high school. Now, we were students and would start classes at the university in a little over a month.
Amber's parents passed when she was young and left her some money. She had grown up with her grandparents, who lived just half a block from me. She used her parents' college funds to pay for school and her apartment. She'd never had a job and, as far as I know, didn't want one. College, for her, was just another social opportunity.
"What's on your mind, Jess?" Amber asked with a smile. "I know that look."
"And what look is that exactly?" I laughed.
"That I met a boy look, the same one that you got with Sam last summer after he kissed you behind the church after youth group," she fired back, giggling.
"Um, it's not anything," I said, taking a bite of my sandwich.
We continued to watch the students scurrying in and running out. The restaurant was loud and difficult to chat in. Finishing our food, we headed back out and walked to the car.
"You know how you like a good bit of gossip?" I asked, looking at Amber as we walked.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Amber replied, batting her eyes and holding both hands under her chin with a face of sarcastic virtue.
"What I'm about to tell you can't ever be repeated. Are we clear on that?" I said bluntly.
"Oooh, Jessica, spill it!" She squealed with delight.
"Promise me, Amber, on our friendship, promise me."
"Okay, okay, I promise. What is it already?" she begged.
I began to tell her everything. I mean everything from what I'd seen to what I'd done. This was what I imagined confession to be like. I just unloaded everything that confused, terrified, and excited me. I talked uninterrupted all the way from the restaurant up to Amber's apartment. I kept going with every detail as we sat on her couch.
"I think that's about it," I said, wrapping things up.
"I'm going to need you to say something," I implored.
"Jess, you watched them having sex?" Amber asked.
"Seriously! That's what you took away from all that?" I asked with a touch of harshness in my voice, unsure if she was joking.
"Girl, you said a lot of things, and I don't have any answers for you," she replied, "You just need to weigh your options and the potential outcomes."
This could have been the most thoughtful advice she'd ever given me and the only possibly correct answer to the amount of drama I'd just dumped into her lap.
Amber got up, got her nail polish, and sat back down.
"We still doing this?" She smiled.
I nodded and slipped my sandals off. Amber turned on some music, and we kicked our feet into each other's laps as we started taking the old polish off each other's toes. This ritual was comfortable for me and a welcome distraction. I rubbed the remover on Amber's toes, and she worked quietly on my own toes. We sat silently, removing each other's toenail polish for at least three songs. Then Amber quickly ran her fingernail against the arch of my foot, tickling me.
"So Nick, huh?" She said shyly
"Yeah, I guess," I said, giggling.
"So you saw everything? Like Melissa, too?"
"Yes," I replied bashfully.
"Was it hot?" She said, still holding my foot.
"Girl, I left a wet spot on the kitchen floor; yes, it was hot."
I was taken aback slightly by her question. I had told her everything, everything. Knowing that I'd slept with Nick twice, she was the only person I'd trust. Her focus was on did I like seeing him fuck his wife.
"It was very hot," I said.
"Did you see him cum?" She said in a low voice. "Did he cum with you?"
Amber was holding my foot, stroking it slightly.
"I did, and yeah, he did each time."
I wasn't sure how to feel about Amber's interest in the details of what I'd seen more than what I'd done. She rubbed my foot a bit and almost finished removing my polish. My stomach started to feel a bit nervous. I wasn't uncomfortable. I was just uncertain about where she was going with her questions.
"Did you like it?"
"Amber! What the hell?" I laughed. "Yes, it was incredible."
"Well, I love watching, ya know." She said bashfully.
"So, you're more interested in my watching them have sex than my actually having sex with Nick?" I said, puzzled.
"I've not seen it in person, but I love watching it online." Amber gushed.
Amber grabbed the remote, turned on her TV, and began streaming a video from her phone. A really fit guy was slowly rubbing his cock. His hand was going from his balls to the head of his cock super slow as his lubed cock stood straight out.
"Amber," I blushed, "What is this!" I laughed nervously.
"What, you don't watch porn?"
"No, I haven't until now." A giggle slipped out as she tickled my foot again.
Amber kept the video on, and we both sat holding each other's feet as we pretended to remove the polish that had long since disappeared. The guy on the screen continued slowly stroking long, firm strokes.
"It's called edging," Amber said, breaking the silence. "It's my favorite because they get so hard and usually grunt and groan when they finally finish."
"And you just watch this? Like, every day?"
"Sometimes," she said honestly. "You know a girl needs what she needs, Jess." She laughed.
My heart was beating harder as I watched her TV. He was going faster, and his cock head was almost purple as he continued to stroke. He stopped and groaned as a little drop of precum leaked out.
"He doesn't last much longer," Amber said, staring at the TV.
As the guy on tv resumed stroking his cock it wasn't long until his cock began to erupt with cum. Just like Nick's beautiful cock had right onto Melissa's waiting pussy lips. The guy on TV shot a lot of cum right onto his tummy as he lay there stroking. Amber's toes curled, gripping my fingers, and she bit her lower lip a bit. She was really into this! His whole body jerked as he emptied himself through what looked to be an amazing orgasm. The camera shifted and showed just how much he had shot onto himself as he rubbed the head of his cock with sighs and moans of relief.
"I'm not sure how much Nick came when we were together. He came inside me." I confessed.
"You let him creampie you?" Amber asked cocking her head a bit.
"I did what?" I asked, confused.
"That's what it's called, when a boy cums inside you, a creampie. Look it up," Amber said with authority.
"I can take your word on that," I said, tickling her foot to ease the tension.
"Jessi Robinson, you stop that." She said, tickling me back.
We both laughed and argued playfully. Amber had an infectious laugh that always made me smile. She always had been a funny girl and my closest friend. As I released her foot and began selecting a color to paint her toes, a new video started on the TV. This time, a really pretty woman rubbed herself in the shower.
"Amber Davis!" I chided playfully. "What exactly is in that phone of yours?"
"Don't be a prude. You have no room to judge, Jessica," She teased, emphasizing every letter of my name.
I never watched porn. I'd been so ashamed of the fact that I put my finger inside myself when I masturbated that it was a rare and dirty act until recent events. Not to mention what I'd done Sunday morning with my hairbrush, my pillow, and then Melissa's dildo. Not even considering Nick and the things we had done! I knew that Amber was still a virgin, as much as I was, at least. She couldn't have kept that news to herself, could she?
"Haven't you?" She asked again, feeling a little guilty. "Watched porn?"
"I haven't, but she is pretty," I admitted, feeling my cheeks growing hot and red.
Amber squeezed my foot. "You know Sam and Dylan jerk off together behind Sam's garage?"
"How on earth do you know that?"
"They asked me to watch them one night after a bonfire at Sam's house." Amber blushed. "I was curious, and they didn't touch each other, but they both just watched me and watched each other jerk off."
Before I could catch myself, "Did they cum?" I blurted out.
"Yeah, they both did. Dylan came first, and then Sam." Amber slid her fingers between my toes, rubbing my big toe up and down subconsciously. "When Sam came, he pointed his dick at me, and it got on my leg and my toes. It was way hot."
I waited for more and let her stroke my toe while the girl on TV finished her business in the shower. Amber was lost in her memory as the girl on TV started to dry off.
"You let him cum on you? Wait, you did this more than once?" I asked, shocked.
"We've done it a few times. They do it without me, too. But when they invite me over, we usually hang out a bit but always end up either in Sam's room if his parents are gone or behind the garage if they're home."
"You didn't answer my question, lady," I said, pointing out her omission.
"I don't just let them, but I won't stop them if they try." Her cheeks were turning red. "They usually will try to cum on my thigh or my toes, and they like it when they cum in the same place on me."
Amber stroked my toe and rubbed my foot in a dream-like state. The video on the TV changed again, and there were two guys and a girl. Both guys were sitting beside each other, jerking off while the girl watched, rubbing herself.
"Like that," I said, breaking her trance. "Is that what you do?" I asked as my voice broke a little.
"Not exactly. They usually pull their shorts down and jerk off nothing this hot." She answered, "I've never taken any of my clothes off. I did rub my pussy through my shorts once or twice."
"Did you ever want to go farther?" I asked, realizing how interested I was in Amber's secret spank club.
"I've thought about it. When I use my vibe, I won't offer, but if they tried something, I'd probably let it happen." She admitted.
Her toes were scrunching against my tummy at this point as she stared at the two guys on the TV jerking their cocks. The girl had her legs wide open and was rubbing her pussy vigorously. Amber's heel was in my crotch, and as her toes rubbed against my stomach, her heel pushed against my pussy a little.
"Do you want to see it?" she asked, refusing to make eye contact.
"You recorded them!"
"Maybe? Is that weird?" She said, going back into her phone.
Before I could formulate a response that wouldn't sound judgemental, the video on the TV switched. There was Sam and Dylan. Sam was walking around the corner to where Amber and Dylan were standing. Amber panned the camera down, and she had some light blue nail polish on that I had just taken off.
"How long ago was this?" I asked.
"Sunday night." She said, still avoiding my eyes.
"As in…"
"Yeah, Dylan Texted me, and I can't help myself," she said, interrupting me.
They both looked at Amber as they got their cocks out. They were really comfortable with each other. This was more than an occasional thing. Sam was not as big as Dylan, but they both had nice-looking cocks. They didn't touch each other, but they sure did watch as the other guy stroked himself. As they inched closer, they both began to rub their cocks on the outside of Amber's thighs as they jerked. Her thighs jiggled a little as they did.
"I thought you said they didn't touch you?" I giggled
"They kind of don't, just their dicks." Amber giggled back as she watched.
As we watched them, Amber kept scrunching her toes into my tummy. Her fingers were still stroking my big toe and rubbing between my toes. Without thinking, I curled my own toes, holding her fingers. At this, Amber immediately looked up. She looked right at me, scrunched her toes again, and pressed her arch and heel into my crotch. I did not say a word. I continued to playfully grab her fingers with my toes as she rubbed them. I held her other foot that was not rubbing my tummy and pressing against me.
The guy's cocks were really hard, and Dylan's head was darker than Sam's as they began to rub in full long strokes against Amber's thighs. Amber's hand was visible in the unsteady video rubbing her pussy through her cotton shorts. She was making circles with her first three fingers as Dylan began to cum. He was breathing heavily, and his strokes got more and more intense as the milky white cum shot from his cock onto Amber's thigh. She continued rubbing herself as Dylan slowed down and rubbed the head of his cock in the white liquid he'd squirted on her.
"That was kinda hot," I said, blushing.
"Just wait," Amber said, fixated on the TV.
Amber turned her body so that the thigh with the cum on it was now facing Sam. He put his cock onto the spot where Dylan had cum. He groaned as he rubbed his head in the slippery spot.
"Cum for me. You like that, don't you?" Amber asked in the recording.
I watched, mesmerized. As Sam stroked himself and rubbed his cock that was now shiny and slippery.
"Yes, ma'am," Sam replied.
Amber was really into this. She was squeezing my toes, and I could feel how tense she was as my hand was on her foot.
Sam was cumming within a minute of Amber offering him the spot on her thigh that Dylan had left. He came more than Dylan. His was thick and reminded me of Nick's orgasm that I had seen.
"That's right cum for me," Amber hissed in the video, still rubbing her pussy.
After he came, Sam rubbed his cock on Amber for a little longer as she slowed her fingers and eventually stopped. Amber looked at me for a moment after the video ended.
"Don't feel bad for feeling good, Jess." She said with a sense of seriousness in her voice. "I've wanted to tell you about this for a while now."
"How long is a while?" I asked.
"About a year since the first time. Did you like it?" Amber asked with a slight hesitation in her voice.
Surprised at myself, I replied, "Yeah, I really did." Pausing, I squeezed her foot. "I wish I'd known," I blushed.
"Some secrets are only fun when you keep them, but get even more fun when the right time to share them comes along," she said with a grin.
After a minute, another video came on that Amber wasn't in, and we began to paint each other's nails. The awkward tension that was there initially melted, and she and I just watched porn that afternoon. She picked out a cute lavender polish and did white tips on my nails. I repainted hers with that baby blue polish from the video. The image of her toes and the guys cumming on her was not going to leave my mind any time soon. I was glad I wasn't the only one with a secret to share.
We made plans to get together more often. The things we kept from each other brought us a lot closer. Needless to say, I wouldn't feel nearly as bad missing youth group now that I knew Amber wasn't planning on going either.
"I'm a rolling thunder, pouring rain. I'm coming on like a hurricane. My lightning's flashing across the sky." I could hear Brian Johnson's unique voice clearly as AC/DC attempted to wake Nick.
Finally shutting off his alarm, I could hear him stumbling about on his way to his morning shower.
I was still lying naked, just as he'd left me. My pussy was tender, and I still had some of Nick inside me left over from our spectacular orgasms the night before. I could hear the water from the bathroom as I imagined the naked man who had given me so much and allowed me to take what I wanted from him as well.
A smile crept across my face as I thought again of his tender touches and the passion we shared.
I got out of bed and balled up my sheets. Two nights of sex, and they were in desperate need of washing. Rummaging through my drawers, I picked out a black lace bra that I thought Nick would enjoy and a matching pair of panties that let my ass cheeks show just enough. Hearing the water still running, I was curious.
I walked up to the bathroom door and pulled it open. Fair is fair. He watched me, and I admit seeing his wet body reminded me of all the times I'd noticed him in the pool. He was such a gorgeous man, and he had no idea. He was just Nick. My Nick, for a bit longer before I had to relinquish my claim. He did not belong to me, and I knew that. I struggled with it.
Walking into the bathroom, I pulled back the curtain and stepped in to surprise him.
"Shit, Nick, why the hell is the water so cold!" I yelped.
"What the hell are you doing in here, crazy girl?" he asked with a deep laugh.
"I heard your alarm for the ten minutes it went off and figured I'd join you before Melissa came home," I said, feigning innocence and batting my eyelashes.
Nick was a gentleman and rinsed off and adjusted the temperature for me.
"Better?"
"Much," I replied, helpless to resist cuddling up to him.
This was an experience we'd not shared. Just a brief few moments pretending our lives could be normalized together. Seeing his body and knowing I still had a license to do with it as I wished, I grabbed his cock. It was bigger than my hand, and I was proud of myself for being able to take it inside me, considering I'd never had more than my finger, hairbrush handle, or my sister's dildo.
His body couldn't help but respond as he grew firm under my touch. The head began filling my hand as I rubbed under the tip. He just looked at me as I soaped up my hands and began massaging his balls and stroking his now fully erect member.
"Jess, you're starting something we can't finish this morning," He said, obviously trying to control his desires.
"Maybe you can't finish, but I plan to," I teased.
I thought about having the house all to myself while Melissa slept and Nick was at work. Then I thought of Melissa's drawer with her purple sex toy. This led to some guilt about not only borrowing her dildo but also what I was currently doing with Nick. I could tell he felt it, too. I took my hands off of his cock and just enjoyed touching him. I rubbed soap on his back and could feel the muscles hidden beneath the big man's skin. Nick wasn't fat. He had a bit of a tummy that I found cute. I sometimes forgot just how strong he was.
Nick gently moved aside, letting me stand beneath the showerhead. The water felt good against my shoulders. Looking at him made me feel so many things. My body was prepared to surrender to him. Yet, he chose not to use me as he could have.
I leaned over and kissed him. I felt his fuzzy, wet beard against my face as I found his soft lips. Just a kiss, nothing more. He deserved to know that I didn't want to use him either. He was a man, and I was a woman, but that didn't mean either of us was obligated to the service of the other.
As he opened the curtain, Nick surprised me, leaning back in and kissing me twice on my lips. Again, sweet kisses, not trying to push toward anything sexual. He caught me unaware. I had essentially been the instigator of our encounters. This was the first time he'd allowed himself to show me affection on his own. I was happy that he felt safe kissing me.
Nick got out, dried off, and closed the door. I finished my shower, and admittedly, I played a little with the showerhead as I cleaned myself from the night before. Giving my lady a fresh shave, I turned the water off. I dried off a bit and didn't concern myself with covering my body as I left the bathroom. I was secure in knowing I could show Nick what was his as I walked naked into my bedroom and closed the door.
Putting on my black bra and panties, I heard Nick holler from the kitchen, "Coffee?"
"I don't drink coffee, remember?" I answered without opening the door.
"That's right. Coffee is a morning thing, and you don't participate in mornings," he said in his signature giggle, which showed he'd amused himself. He was cute.
I was planning to head to my friend Amber's. We did each other's nails and went to lunch regularly. It was a fun way of saving money on our nails and a great excuse to spend time together. I carried my sheets and some other laundry to the laundry room opposite the bathroom. I heard the door close. It was just Nick coming back in for his coffee after smoking. He was predictable in the mornings.
"Back in eight!" He yelled so I could hear him.
"Then I'll see you in eight," I said, feeling happy that he made sure to acknowledge me before leaving.
Starting the washer, I texted Amber to plan when we would meet for lunch. I waited for my laundry and turned on the TV. I had an hour to kill before the clothes were finished washing and in the dryer.
As the washer began spinning, I could hear its unbalanced bumping sound. Nick burst into the door.
"Hey, has Melissa been home?" he asked, sounding almost fearful.
"You okay? She's not come in yet." I answered, a bit confused.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good," he said, catching his breath. "You aren't planning to tell Melissa about things? Are you?"
"It wasn't on my to-do list," I said as sarcastically as I could, looking at Nick confused. "I have no plans of telling my sister anything about what happened last night or the night before, do you?"
"No, er nope," He managed. "She's usually home by now and sounded odd on the phone."
"She's probably just running behind," I said, trying to calm him down.
I swapped my clothes from the washer to the dryer and grabbed my keys. Nick was in the living room, so I just left the TV on.
"I'm heading to Amber's. I'll see you this afternoon," I said, looking at Nick.
He was clearly distracted.
"Okay, Jess, I'll be here," he replied.
As I headed out the door, I saw Melissa walking out of the garage.
"Hey, Liss, I'm headed to Amber's," I said, greeting her like usual.
"Heya, Jess, have fun and tell her I said hi," she said, hurrying past me.
It was raining quite a bit, which explained why Nick was home, and it also helped me logic out why Melissa was not very chatty. As I started my car, I began to flip through my playlists. How come no one put out the definitive "I just fucked my brother-in-law" playlist? What the hell was I thinking?
I was on my way to Amber's apartment. We had made plans on Saturday to go out to lunch. After everything I'd experienced over the weekend, I was glad to go out. I was happy to reflect a bit.
Amber was a chatterbox and loved a good bit of gossip. She'd done well keeping things between us when it mattered. However, she was always excited to get a bit of gossip from our other friends and "spill the tea" with me. We were almost the same age and had been in each other's Sunday School classes since we were little girls. Youth group trips and even an extended mission trip or two were more fun than a month sitting at home.
She was not as busty as I was. She had some adorable C-cup boobs. Amber was really cute and had a plump butt. I was jealous of how pretty she was, even though she always said the same to me. Amber had strawberry blonde hair that she insisted was natural, even though I'd helped her dye it every two weeks for years. Part of our plan for the day was to waste our money on a lunch date and then go back to her apartment to do each other's nails.
I pulled up, and Amber was outside waiting for me.
"Hey Jess, what took you so long?" Amber asked jokingly.
"I've had a bit of an interesting weekend and had to wait for my laundry," I said, leaving out the details.
We went to our usual place on the university campus. It was a busy spot where many students went for lunch, and it always made us feel important to be part of the hustle and bustle of lunchtime traffic when we were in high school. Now, we were students and would start classes at the university in a little over a month.
Amber's parents passed when she was young and left her some money. She had grown up with her grandparents, who lived just half a block from me. She used her parents' college funds to pay for school and her apartment. She'd never had a job and, as far as I know, didn't want one. College, for her, was just another social opportunity.
"What's on your mind, Jess?" Amber asked with a smile. "I know that look."
"And what look is that exactly?" I laughed.
"That I met a boy look, the same one that you got with Sam last summer after he kissed you behind the church after youth group," she fired back, giggling.
"Um, it's not anything," I said, taking a bite of my sandwich.
We continued to watch the students scurrying in and running out. The restaurant was loud and difficult to chat in. Finishing our food, we headed back out and walked to the car.
"You know how you like a good bit of gossip?" I asked, looking at Amber as we walked.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Amber replied, batting her eyes and holding both hands under her chin with a face of sarcastic virtue.
"What I'm about to tell you can't ever be repeated. Are we clear on that?" I said bluntly.
"Oooh, Jessica, spill it!" She squealed with delight.
"Promise me, Amber, on our friendship, promise me."
"Okay, okay, I promise. What is it already?" she begged.
I began to tell her everything. I mean everything from what I'd seen to what I'd done. This was what I imagined confession to be like. I just unloaded everything that confused, terrified, and excited me. I talked uninterrupted all the way from the restaurant up to Amber's apartment. I kept going with every detail as we sat on her couch.
"I think that's about it," I said, wrapping things up.
"I'm going to need you to say something," I implored.
"Jess, you watched them having sex?" Amber asked.
"Seriously! That's what you took away from all that?" I asked with a touch of harshness in my voice, unsure if she was joking.
"Girl, you said a lot of things, and I don't have any answers for you," she replied, "You just need to weigh your options and the potential outcomes."
This could have been the most thoughtful advice she'd ever given me and the only possibly correct answer to the amount of drama I'd just dumped into her lap.
Amber got up, got her nail polish, and sat back down.
"We still doing this?" She smiled.
I nodded and slipped my sandals off. Amber turned on some music, and we kicked our feet into each other's laps as we started taking the old polish off each other's toes. This ritual was comfortable for me and a welcome distraction. I rubbed the remover on Amber's toes, and she worked quietly on my own toes. We sat silently, removing each other's toenail polish for at least three songs. Then Amber quickly ran her fingernail against the arch of my foot, tickling me.
"So Nick, huh?" She said shyly
"Yeah, I guess," I said, giggling.
"So you saw everything? Like Melissa, too?"
"Yes," I replied bashfully.
"Was it hot?" She said, still holding my foot.
"Girl, I left a wet spot on the kitchen floor; yes, it was hot."
I was taken aback slightly by her question. I had told her everything, everything. Knowing that I'd slept with Nick twice, she was the only person I'd trust. Her focus was on did I like seeing him fuck his wife.
"It was very hot," I said.
"Did you see him cum?" She said in a low voice. "Did he cum with you?"
Amber was holding my foot, stroking it slightly.
"I did, and yeah, he did each time."
I wasn't sure how to feel about Amber's interest in the details of what I'd seen more than what I'd done. She rubbed my foot a bit and almost finished removing my polish. My stomach started to feel a bit nervous. I wasn't uncomfortable. I was just uncertain about where she was going with her questions.
"Did you like it?"
"Amber! What the hell?" I laughed. "Yes, it was incredible."
"Well, I love watching, ya know." She said bashfully.
"So, you're more interested in my watching them have sex than my actually having sex with Nick?" I said, puzzled.
"I've not seen it in person, but I love watching it online." Amber gushed.
Amber grabbed the remote, turned on her TV, and began streaming a video from her phone. A really fit guy was slowly rubbing his cock. His hand was going from his balls to the head of his cock super slow as his lubed cock stood straight out.
"Amber," I blushed, "What is this!" I laughed nervously.
"What, you don't watch porn?"
"No, I haven't until now." A giggle slipped out as she tickled my foot again.
Amber kept the video on, and we both sat holding each other's feet as we pretended to remove the polish that had long since disappeared. The guy on the screen continued slowly stroking long, firm strokes.
"It's called edging," Amber said, breaking the silence. "It's my favorite because they get so hard and usually grunt and groan when they finally finish."
"And you just watch this? Like, every day?"
"Sometimes," she said honestly. "You know a girl needs what she needs, Jess." She laughed.
My heart was beating harder as I watched her TV. He was going faster, and his cock head was almost purple as he continued to stroke. He stopped and groaned as a little drop of precum leaked out.
"He doesn't last much longer," Amber said, staring at the TV.
As the guy on tv resumed stroking his cock it wasn't long until his cock began to erupt with cum. Just like Nick's beautiful cock had right onto Melissa's waiting pussy lips. The guy on TV shot a lot of cum right onto his tummy as he lay there stroking. Amber's toes curled, gripping my fingers, and she bit her lower lip a bit. She was really into this! His whole body jerked as he emptied himself through what looked to be an amazing orgasm. The camera shifted and showed just how much he had shot onto himself as he rubbed the head of his cock with sighs and moans of relief.
"I'm not sure how much Nick came when we were together. He came inside me." I confessed.
"You let him creampie you?" Amber asked cocking her head a bit.
"I did what?" I asked, confused.
"That's what it's called, when a boy cums inside you, a creampie. Look it up," Amber said with authority.
"I can take your word on that," I said, tickling her foot to ease the tension.
"Jessi Robinson, you stop that." She said, tickling me back.
We both laughed and argued playfully. Amber had an infectious laugh that always made me smile. She always had been a funny girl and my closest friend. As I released her foot and began selecting a color to paint her toes, a new video started on the TV. This time, a really pretty woman rubbed herself in the shower.
"Amber Davis!" I chided playfully. "What exactly is in that phone of yours?"
"Don't be a prude. You have no room to judge, Jessica," She teased, emphasizing every letter of my name.
I never watched porn. I'd been so ashamed of the fact that I put my finger inside myself when I masturbated that it was a rare and dirty act until recent events. Not to mention what I'd done Sunday morning with my hairbrush, my pillow, and then Melissa's dildo. Not even considering Nick and the things we had done! I knew that Amber was still a virgin, as much as I was, at least. She couldn't have kept that news to herself, could she?
"Haven't you?" She asked again, feeling a little guilty. "Watched porn?"
"I haven't, but she is pretty," I admitted, feeling my cheeks growing hot and red.
Amber squeezed my foot. "You know Sam and Dylan jerk off together behind Sam's garage?"
"How on earth do you know that?"
"They asked me to watch them one night after a bonfire at Sam's house." Amber blushed. "I was curious, and they didn't touch each other, but they both just watched me and watched each other jerk off."
Before I could catch myself, "Did they cum?" I blurted out.
"Yeah, they both did. Dylan came first, and then Sam." Amber slid her fingers between my toes, rubbing my big toe up and down subconsciously. "When Sam came, he pointed his dick at me, and it got on my leg and my toes. It was way hot."
I waited for more and let her stroke my toe while the girl on TV finished her business in the shower. Amber was lost in her memory as the girl on TV started to dry off.
"You let him cum on you? Wait, you did this more than once?" I asked, shocked.
"We've done it a few times. They do it without me, too. But when they invite me over, we usually hang out a bit but always end up either in Sam's room if his parents are gone or behind the garage if they're home."
"You didn't answer my question, lady," I said, pointing out her omission.
"I don't just let them, but I won't stop them if they try." Her cheeks were turning red. "They usually will try to cum on my thigh or my toes, and they like it when they cum in the same place on me."
Amber stroked my toe and rubbed my foot in a dream-like state. The video on the TV changed again, and there were two guys and a girl. Both guys were sitting beside each other, jerking off while the girl watched, rubbing herself.
"Like that," I said, breaking her trance. "Is that what you do?" I asked as my voice broke a little.
"Not exactly. They usually pull their shorts down and jerk off nothing this hot." She answered, "I've never taken any of my clothes off. I did rub my pussy through my shorts once or twice."
"Did you ever want to go farther?" I asked, realizing how interested I was in Amber's secret spank club.
"I've thought about it. When I use my vibe, I won't offer, but if they tried something, I'd probably let it happen." She admitted.
Her toes were scrunching against my tummy at this point as she stared at the two guys on the TV jerking their cocks. The girl had her legs wide open and was rubbing her pussy vigorously. Amber's heel was in my crotch, and as her toes rubbed against my stomach, her heel pushed against my pussy a little.
"Do you want to see it?" she asked, refusing to make eye contact.
"You recorded them!"
"Maybe? Is that weird?" She said, going back into her phone.
Before I could formulate a response that wouldn't sound judgemental, the video on the TV switched. There was Sam and Dylan. Sam was walking around the corner to where Amber and Dylan were standing. Amber panned the camera down, and she had some light blue nail polish on that I had just taken off.
"How long ago was this?" I asked.
"Sunday night." She said, still avoiding my eyes.
"As in…"
"Yeah, Dylan Texted me, and I can't help myself," she said, interrupting me.
They both looked at Amber as they got their cocks out. They were really comfortable with each other. This was more than an occasional thing. Sam was not as big as Dylan, but they both had nice-looking cocks. They didn't touch each other, but they sure did watch as the other guy stroked himself. As they inched closer, they both began to rub their cocks on the outside of Amber's thighs as they jerked. Her thighs jiggled a little as they did.
"I thought you said they didn't touch you?" I giggled
"They kind of don't, just their dicks." Amber giggled back as she watched.
As we watched them, Amber kept scrunching her toes into my tummy. Her fingers were still stroking my big toe and rubbing between my toes. Without thinking, I curled my own toes, holding her fingers. At this, Amber immediately looked up. She looked right at me, scrunched her toes again, and pressed her arch and heel into my crotch. I did not say a word. I continued to playfully grab her fingers with my toes as she rubbed them. I held her other foot that was not rubbing my tummy and pressing against me.
The guy's cocks were really hard, and Dylan's head was darker than Sam's as they began to rub in full long strokes against Amber's thighs. Amber's hand was visible in the unsteady video rubbing her pussy through her cotton shorts. She was making circles with her first three fingers as Dylan began to cum. He was breathing heavily, and his strokes got more and more intense as the milky white cum shot from his cock onto Amber's thigh. She continued rubbing herself as Dylan slowed down and rubbed the head of his cock in the white liquid he'd squirted on her.
"That was kinda hot," I said, blushing.
"Just wait," Amber said, fixated on the TV.
Amber turned her body so that the thigh with the cum on it was now facing Sam. He put his cock onto the spot where Dylan had cum. He groaned as he rubbed his head in the slippery spot.
"Cum for me. You like that, don't you?" Amber asked in the recording.
I watched, mesmerized. As Sam stroked himself and rubbed his cock that was now shiny and slippery.
"Yes, ma'am," Sam replied.
Amber was really into this. She was squeezing my toes, and I could feel how tense she was as my hand was on her foot.
Sam was cumming within a minute of Amber offering him the spot on her thigh that Dylan had left. He came more than Dylan. His was thick and reminded me of Nick's orgasm that I had seen.
"That's right cum for me," Amber hissed in the video, still rubbing her pussy.
After he came, Sam rubbed his cock on Amber for a little longer as she slowed her fingers and eventually stopped. Amber looked at me for a moment after the video ended.
"Don't feel bad for feeling good, Jess." She said with a sense of seriousness in her voice. "I've wanted to tell you about this for a while now."
"How long is a while?" I asked.
"About a year since the first time. Did you like it?" Amber asked with a slight hesitation in her voice.
Surprised at myself, I replied, "Yeah, I really did." Pausing, I squeezed her foot. "I wish I'd known," I blushed.
"Some secrets are only fun when you keep them, but get even more fun when the right time to share them comes along," she said with a grin.
After a minute, another video came on that Amber wasn't in, and we began to paint each other's nails. The awkward tension that was there initially melted, and she and I just watched porn that afternoon. She picked out a cute lavender polish and did white tips on my nails. I repainted hers with that baby blue polish from the video. The image of her toes and the guys cumming on her was not going to leave my mind any time soon. I was glad I wasn't the only one with a secret to share.
We made plans to get together more often. The things we kept from each other brought us a lot closer. Needless to say, I wouldn't feel nearly as bad missing youth group now that I knew Amber wasn't planning on going either.