Your cock is beautiful – 37

“Your cock is beautiful” Part-37 Continues……

Stella, Mia, and I were hanging out on a Friday night. It was the first time the three of us had been alone together since Stella walked in on us last week, but surprisingly things weren’t that awkward.

Stella had always been wary of the two of us, given our past, and that hadn’t really changed. Obviously now she was watching us for a different reason. Stella and I hadn’t really talked about it, other than me telling her again that I wanted things to stay private.

Really, she’d taken the news that her twin brother was secretly banging her best friend pretty well. Better than expected.

Mia and I hadn’t been alone at all, which was bothering me. I wanted to talk to her about last week. It had been a huge step for us, our first real conversation about our relationship.

I was dreading it, but I had to know where she was with it.

Stella left us alone only once, to go to the bathroom. She glanced at us both nervously on the way out, as if unsure about leaving us alone together.

As soon as she walked out the door, Mia turned to me.

“I’ve been reading that stuff you sent me.” she said excitedly, “About BDSM.”

“OK, good.” I said, glancing at the door, “This probably isn’t the best time to-“

“It’s so exciting though, all the stuff about control and power. It’s fascinating to think there are people who base their whole lives around this stuff.” she said.

“Yeah, it’s cool but-“

“You’re actually a really good Dom, did you know that?” she said, “The way you explain everything, and, like, I always knew you would stop if I asked you, and the way you-“

“Mia-“

“And, like, I was reading stuff about submissives, like the role of a submissive, you know? Like, how I’m supposed to please you better, or-“

“Mia.” I pleaded, “Wait ’til we’re alone, OK?”

“Right.” she said smiling, “Yes Sir.”

She winked at me, and I rolled my eyes.

It was strange, her knowing about this stuff. It made it feel less… dark. Less dangerous. But strangely it was just as exciting. In fact, as I sat back on the couch with a smile, I felt excited about what I had planned for the night. The guilt had faded, but that erotic spark remained.

It wasn’t long before Stella came back, again glancing nervously between us as she entered. We kept the conversation light when she got back, but I could tell Mia was excited to talk later.

It was getting late, and the night had been relaxed so far.

“So…” said Stella, a sudden tension in her voice, “What happens now?”

She looked at Mia, who was sitting on the couch beside her, and then over to me, sitting alone opposite them. She looked back to Mia, who looked at me.

“I mean…” Stella continued, “You normally wait until I’m asleep to sneak over to his room, right? And then sneak back when you’re… you know, when you’re done?”

Neither of us responded, knowing she wasn’t really expecting an answer.

“But now, you know, it’s not a secret any more.” she went on, “Now that it’s all out in the open… well, not really in the open but… I mean… you could just go up now, together, right? Would that be weird?”

I shrugged.

“It doesn’t really matter.” I said, “I know you two like to get your alone time, to talk about… you know, girl stuff… tampons and bras or whatever…”

They both laughed.

“So… yeah, I’ll just head up to bed now, I think.” I said, “I’ll probably be awake for a few hours, and if Mia wants to visit me later, it’s up to her.”

Mia smiled at me, and nodded.

“Sounds good.” she said.

“So I’ll see you later.” I said, standing up.

“Night bro.” Stella said.

“Later.” answered Mia.

This was unexplored territory for all of us, but it seemed to be going well. So far, anyway.

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A few hours later, Mia knocked on my door.

“Come in.” I said.

She did.

She was wearing a tiny black slip, the hem barely reaching her thighs, and the material was so thin and tight across her ample chest, I could see the outline of her nipples.

“Hi.” I said, sitting up in bed.

“Stella is still awake.” she answered, ignoring my greeting.

“Uh… OK.” I said uncertainty.

“She said there was no point in me waiting, you know? So when we got into bed, she was like ‘I’ll probably be asleep soon so you might as well go on over’. It was… awkward.”

“That’s… that’s good.” I said, “Not the awkward part but… I’m glad she’s taking this so well. I mean, we did lie to her for months.”

“Yeah… But she seems… I don’t know, weirdly supportive of the whole thing.” she said.

We both looked away, and were silent for a few seconds.

“So anyway.” I said, breaking the contemplative silence, “Get on your knees, slut.”

She beamed at me, and gracefully sank to the floor in the middle of the room.

“Right away Sir.” she said playfully as she knelt.

I considered reading for a while, maybe relaxing by listening to some music with her just waiting there for me, but I decided against it. Maybe it was enough that she knew I could keep her waiting. There was no point in proving it again, other than to frustrate her.

I stood up out of bed and walked over to her. I liked standing over her like this, her staring up at me. The perfect height for a blow job too, if the mood struck me.

“So… what are we going to do tonight, sweetheart?” I asked.

“Anything you want, Sir.” she said, smiling.

The perfect answer.

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