So I took her downstairs. It was a walkout basement with big floor-to-ceiling windows, the sliding glass doors covered with curtains. I opened the curtains, flooding the basement, which was pretty much one giant room, with light.
The room was pretty empty. In one corner, Dylan’s giant drum kit, the one that lived permanently in his home and he played all the time when he was home from the road. Directly across from it was a small gym area with free weights and a few machines. A giant L-shaped couch completed the room.
I led Danica across the expanse of carpet to the couch. As soon as we got there, she dropped down onto the seat and went for my underwear. I dropped the shorts I’d been holding. She almost got my dick out, but I pulled away and dropped to my knees in front of her instead.
“Uh-uh,” I told her, sliding her dress up her thighs. “Your turn.”
“What?” she protested. “You never even got a turn. Your dick was in my mouth for like two seconds…” She squirmed a little as I grabbed her panties and yanked them down, but she let me do it. I pulled them down her legs and off, tossing them across the room. “But…” She tried again as I grabbed her behind the knees and yanked, sliding her ass toward me. She fell back on the couch and I spread her thighs.
Gorgeous.
She was shaved or waxed or something, the neat little triangle of hair the same butterscotch color as the hair on her head, maybe a shade darker. Her pussy was pretty, like all the rest of her.
I loved all that smooth, bare skin, ready for my touch.
I licked her clit and made her gasp. Then I licked her from her opening all the way up and made her moan. She sank her hands into my hair as I buried my face between her legs and went at her.
“Wow… you are so eager.” She sighed, giving into it as she met my eyes. “In a good way.”
“Mmm…”
“Um… Is it weird that we’re having sex on Dylan’s couch, though?”
“No. Always wanted to have sex here…”
“On this couch?”
“In this room.”
I licked her, swirling my tongue around her clit a few times, hastily. I wanted to get her ready, like a gentleman, but my dick was about to drill through my underwear and I really needed to be naked.
I got up and spun her sideways so she was stretched out on the couch. She leaned back on her elbows and watched me as I shucked off my clothes.
“Why?” she asked me.
“Huh?”
“Why have you always wanted to have sex in this room?”
“The drums turn me on,” I confessed. I dug a condom out of my shorts pocket, because yes, I’d put some in there, just in case.
I tore it open and rolled it on as Danica watched me. Her eyes were wide, like she liked what she saw.
Then I kneeled over her on the couch and spread her smooth legs around my hips.
I would’ve loved to give her more foreplay, but at this point, if I didn’t fuck her, I was worried there was gonna be serious damage to my equipment. Way worse than what she’d done to me with the zipper.
I slicked my cockhead down her sweet, wet pussy, practically drooling because I was finally gonna be inside her… in a split fucking second…
But instead of moaning with lusty joy like I expected her to, she said, “Because they’re Dylan’s?”
I was juuust about to slide home… but I looked at her eyes.
She was staring up at me, searching my face. “Are you still in love with him?”
Oh,fuck.
“No… Sort of?” I groaned. “Fuck, your pussy’s like a truth serum or something.” My cockhead was right up against her pussy, throbbing, and I couldn’t even lie to her so I could put it in. “Are you upset now?”
