Hidden desires and feelings made it better – 02

“Ok, but “I’d better not hear anyone else calling me Stevie,” I told her.

“Too late,” Angela thought to herself, wondering if and when the right time might come along when she would.

“Like what you see? I sure do.”

“Oh yes. Fuck yes Stacy,” I moaned openly, slow stroking my prick, feeling a nice fat bubble of clear liquid lubrication slide from the slit of my cock.

“Ooh…that’s nice,” she said actually taking a step, her hand, and finger pointing towards my cock. I almost wished it.

“Now Stace…” I said freezing her in place. “This is bad enough. Don’t make it worse, or I’ll stop,” I warned her. Though had she continued, I’m not sure I would have been able to do that thinking back.

Thankfully, she did though. “Don’t stop,” she nearly pleaded, her fingers quite busy now between her legs. I could honestly hear the wet, slippery sounds she was making. The sucking sounds of her pussy as it wrapped itself around her fingers, as she stood there, pounding them now in and out of herself. “Please don’t stop,” she said again. “I want to watch you cum. Cum for me Steven. Cum for me. I want to see that gorgeous big fucking cock of yours spurting a gallon of cream for me.”

“Oh fuck!” I called out. Hearing her say that, seeing her, hearing the sounds her fingers were making, the look in her eyes, that inward, soulful moment of intimacy, vulnerability when the spasmodic joy, release and rapture takes over.

“Yes! Yes!” She screamed, just as I did. Laying there watching geyser after geyser of white hot spunk leaping from my cock. And funny too. I could have sworn I’d heard a third “Yes” in there somewhere, though it certainly didn’t sound like her. But then again…maybe not. I was still too far out of it to really care at the moment.

**

Stacy was running late so she had called ahead to let Angela know she would be. I knew because I’d been sitting there at the kitchen table talking to her when my sister called. She looked at me and smiled, and then stood up walking out of the room.

“Ah…private stuff,” I mused.

Mom was home too. Obviously upstairs changing though I had just come in myself a few minutes ago, so she hadn’t come down yet. Her laptop was still on the table, and it was open. I knew she had a lot of confidential files on there, and not that I didn’t trust Angela…but she was, after all, a snoop.

I also saw she still had a memory stick attached, so I shut that down and removed it as well, placing it on top of mom’s laptop. I had warned her about leaving it like that before, even when she didn’t think anyone was around. It was too easy to lose all that information, which she had already done a while back. Thank god for backups.

Having done that, I headed back downstairs to my room to change. It was my turn to fix dinner tonight, though as tired as I was, sounded like another one of those Pizza nights again. Stacy wouldn’t mind.

I heard Angela come back into the room just as I headed down towards mine, still talking on the phone to Stacy actually. Last thing I heard her say as I entered, “Oh yeah…I see it.”

After I had changed, I came back upstairs again. Mom was relaxing, drink in hand. “So what’s for dinner tonight?” She asked.

“Pizza?” I sort of offered. She laughed though.

“Pizza sounds fine. I’m tired tonight anyway, probably even turn in early. Oh, and by the way, your sister’s home. Tell her she’s not getting out of chores tonight just because we’re having pizza. She needs to change the sheets on her bed at the very least.”

Just then Stacy came bounding down the stairs. “There…you can tell her yourself,” I suggested. But Stacy called out to us on her way out the front door.

“Don’t hold dinner! I’m eating over at Angela’s tonight. We have study work to do together!” And with that, she was gone.