I didn’t know what would happen after I left Gabe’s house. Now that we’d fucked and bared our souls, I understood there was a chance he might grow bored with me. And maybe that was best, I told myself. There was no denying that we fed each other’s worst impulses.
But the text he sent the following day let me know I didn’t need to worry about him losing interest.
How’s that clit?
Walking between classes, I read the message and burst out laughing. Quickly, I sent a reply: A little sore. But in a good way.
Following that exchange, we texted each other frequently. Andrea, having noticed I was constantly smiling at my phone, asked if I’d met someone.
Even if my roommate and I had been the best of friends, I wouldn’t have told her my secret. No one could find out about my relationship with Gabe.
“We haven’t met in person yet,” I lied. “We’re still getting to know each other.”
Andrea bought my story, since many of us first “met” our future boyfriends on an app. When I wasn’t forthcoming with more details, she backed off. At least, until Gabe invited me to his place for dinner one Saturday evening in early December.
“Looking sexy!” she told me as I slithered into a clingy red dress. “Are you and Mystery Guy finally going out?”
“Yep.” My tone was brusque, and though I knew I sounded like a bitch, I couldn’t afford to encourage Andrea’s curiosity. “I might not be back till late.”
“No problem.” Andrea slowly swiveled in her desk chair. “Wow, I love those heels, too, Opal. But what about your makeup?”
She and I had lived together for months now, long enough for her to know I never eschewed cosmetics. Tonight, however, I wore only lip gloss and a trace of blush. My freckles were on full display.
“He mentioned he likes the fresh-faced look,” I said by way of explanation, “so this is all I’m wearing.”
Andrea nodded, though her brow was slightly furrowed. She’d never let a guy’s preference influence how she chose to look. “Well, you’re beautiful,” she finally said.
I managed a smile that was genuine while thanking her.
A little over an hour later, I stood at Gabe’s door. My thigh-high stockings weren’t much help in keeping the evening’s chill from my legs, and I tried not to shiver.
Gabe was quick in answering my knock. Tonight, he wore a button-down shirt and dress pants. His outfit, more than anything else, made me understand this was an actual date. The realization sent my stomach into nervous somersaults.
“You look absolutely stunning,” he said, drawing me into his arms for a kiss.
“You’re looking quite gorgeous yourself.”
As we held each other in his living room, I welcomed the way his hands roamed over my body. It was as though he was eagerly reacquainting himself with every curve. Breathing him in, I was achingly aware of how much I’d missed his scent over the last two weeks.
He’d made chicken marsala for dinner, a favorite of mine. We sat in his small dining room, eating by candlelight.
“This is delicious,” I told Gabe. “You’re a fantastic cook.”
He smiled at my compliment. “After living alone for so long, I’ve learned my way around a kitchen.”
“Did you move into this house after your divorce?”
“Not at first,” he replied. “I rented an apartment for a few years. The alimony and child support payments were steep, and back then, rents were a hell of a lot cheaper than they are now. I’d already saved for Evelyn’s college tuition, and though she and I were estranged, I continued sending her money after she turned eighteen.”
“It must have shocked you when she reached out after so many years.”
“I was quite surprised to hear from her.” Gabe’s expression grew thoughtful, almost pensive. “I’ve devoted much of my life to my career; I’m still putting in long hours even as I consider early retirement. Just before Evelyn contacted me, a colleague of mine dropped dead at the office.”
My eyes widened a little, and I leaned forward, waiting for him to go on.
“One minute he was meeting with a client, and the next, he was on the floor. Just… gone.” Gabe stared at the candle’s wavering flame. “I know it sounds pathetically cliché, but I started thinking about my own mortality. And I understood with perfect clarity that I would die utterly alone.” His voice grew softer, just above a whisper. “There would be no one at my bedside, distraught over my passing. Though I’d always known it on an abstract level, I truly felt it for the first time.” Finally, he met my stare. “Then Evelyn called.”
I swallowed hard, forcing down the knot of unspoken questions in my throat. I wanted to ask him how he could jeopardize his new relationship with her in order to see me. Why had he welcomed my advances that first night?
Mostly, I wanted to know why he considered me, of all people, worth the risk.
But I didn’t ask any of these things. Instead, I wordlessly ate my delicious meal and drank my fruit-infused sparkling water, and I longed for Gabe to interrupt the heavy silence that had fallen over us.
Minutes later, he did, offering a safe topic of discussion. “You’ll be having final exams soon, right?”
I nodded more fervently than necessary. “Calculus is still kicking my ass, so I’ve already started studying for that one.”
Gabe laughed at my grimace. “I know you must be looking forward to winter break.”
Immediately, I brightened. “You’ll be spending Christmas with us, won’t you?”
“Evelyn invited me, yes.”
I expected him to tell me we would need to be careful in that house, but he didn’t. Maybe he figured it went without saying.
After we finished the meal, I helped Gabe tidy up. Though our conversation remained casual, I noticed we both moved with a new urgency. We were already thinking ahead to what we’d do in the bedroom.
Gabe led me down the hall by the hand. Anticipation of what he had in store made me warm and wet between my thighs. Would the night involve more pain? My clit gave a throb of protest when I imagined my tender flesh being clamped again.
Standing beside Gabe’s bed, I allowed him to undress me. As his hands lingered on my skin, my breathing quickened, which caused the swell of my cleavage to rise and fall.
I offered him my mouth and my neck. My tits. He teased my nipples through my bra, prompting them to harden beneath the fabric. I couldn’t help but release a pleading whimper.
My need obviously delighted him. Once he’d stripped me down to just my stockings and panties, I lay in his bed, with my legs open lewdly wide.
Unbuttoning his shirt, he swept his gaze over my half-naked body. “Let me see you play with your pussy.”
Flashing what I hoped was a seductive smile, I pulled the crotch of my silky, seamless panties aside. The sight of my wet cunt drew a faint moan from his throat. My face grew hot while I masturbated, and I felt that familiar wave of shame inundate me. I was eighteen, with little sexual experience, so maybe my shyness about my body was to be expected. Still, I wished it would leave me.
“Makes you feel dirty, doesn’t it?” Gabe asked.
I nodded, then thrust a finger into my pussy. Gabe licked his lips, his stare sharp with arousal.
By the time he lowered his pants and briefs, he was half-hard. I knew he didn’t get erect as quickly as guys my age, but I also knew he lasted far longer. Joining me on the bed, he grasped my wrist and brought my hand to his lips. I watched as he sucked the finger which had just been inside me.
When he started to tug at my panties, I lifted my hips to make the job easier for him. The air wafted over my bare outer labia, sending a delicious shiver through me.
“Let me see just how wet you are.” Gabe spread me wide, his stare fixed on my exposed cunt. His expression grew regretful, and he actually made a tsk, tsk sound. “I’m afraid you’re too wet, Opal.”
My mortification was instant. “What?”
“You’re juicy enough to eat, but for fucking…” He appeared almost disappointed. But then his eyes met mine, and I noticed his playful smile. “Stay open for me, just like this.”
Despite my humiliation, I did as he said. And when he draped my panties over my pussy, I was comforted by the caress of it against my folds.
As Gabe continued toying with me, his cock grew rock-hard. I was so mesmerized while studying its length that I didn’t initially react to the sensation of his fingers at my entrance.
Slowly, he began working my panties into my cunt.
“What are you doing?” I blurted out, instinctively trying to close my legs.
“Gathering up some of that pussy juice,” he said. “It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“Nooo…” I stretched out the word, as if tempted to change my mind. But it didn’t hurt at all. In fact, it felt weirdly exciting. The combination of the soft fabric and Gabe’s probing fingers forced a moan from my lips. “You’re not going to put it all inside me, are you?”
“No, sweetheart. See what I’ve done here.” Gabe eased me into a half-sitting position, then angled my head downward. Peering between my legs, I saw that only about half of the undergarment was buried within me. “But…” he went on while massaging my clit, “I am going to put all of my cock inside you.”
I remained docile as he laid me back down; I was like a doll in his hands. He lifted my legs even higher, until my feet were nearly pointing toward the ceiling.
“I love seeing your sweet little cunt defiled like this,” he whispered.
My body responded even as I flinched at his words. When he teased my clit with his cockhead, my muscles tightened, and I easily felt the fullness of the panties nestled within me.
Gabe positioned himself at my entrance. His features were rigid, as though he longed to punish me. Yet his penetration was gentle.
My groan sounded way too loud; it embarrassed me almost as much as his words did. The truth was, I enjoyed being stuffed full of cock along with my own panties.
By the rapt expression on Gabe’s face, he enjoyed it, too. He fucked me with measured thrusts, his stare riveted to my sex. “Ah, that’s perfect!” he breathed. “Your slick pussy and those soft panties all around me… you love being a dirty whore for me, don’t you, Opal?”
When I didn’t answer right away, he grew still inside me and resumed rubbing my clit.
“Fuck!” I wailed. “That’s… that’s gonna make me come!”
“So soon?” he taunted. Keeping a hold on the bit of fabric still outside my entrance, he fucked me harder. It didn’t take long for the friction to build. The resulting dryness of my inner walls bordered on uncomfortable, yet I wanted more of his cock.
I took over stimulating my clit, and as Gabe pumped into me at a frenzied pace, the sounds I made could only be described as obscene. He looked up from our coupling to study me. I let him see what he’d so easily reduced me to. I was undeniably this man’s whore.
He and I climaxed almost simultaneously. My first powerful contraction summoned his orgasm, and I cupped a hand over my mouth to muffle a scream. Gabe grunted, fucking me through the spasms. Even as he shuddered, his hips kept thrusting.
His rhythm eventually slowed into stillness. We were both breathing hard while he withdrew the soiled panties from my pussy. The undergarment was damp with my juice and streaked with his cum.
“Open your mouth wide,” Gabe demanded.
I knew what he was going to do. It seemed filthier than anything else we’d done. Yet again, I obeyed, and I didn’t resist when he worked my panties between my lips.
It was as if I’d consumed undiluted sex. I tasted myself, and Gabe. Looking up at him, my gaze was wide and pleading.
Instead of showing mercy, he lay down on his stomach and began pleasuring my sensitive clit with his tongue. My eyes rolled, and I moaned past my underwear.
Effortlessly, he slipped two fingers inside me. When he added a third, I found I could bear the pressure of being stretched anew. He’d just fucked me hard, and my flesh still readily yielded.
Slowly, Gabe finger-fucked me while suckling my clit. This time, I allowed myself to scream as I came; the panties absorbed the sound the way they’d absorbed my juices. My cunt tightened around his fingers, sending a twinge of pain to my core. Still, I didn’t fight the spasms, for their intensity had me quaking.
It took me a while to recover from that orgasm. Gabe was careful in withdrawing his fingers and taking the panties from my mouth. So many endorphins were coursing through my body that I felt the urge to both laugh and cry. Thankfully, giggles won out as I stared at my sodden, stained underwear.
“How am I supposed to wear those home?” I asked.
Gabe lifted the panties to his face and inhaled deeply. “I don’t expect you to,” he replied. “I want to keep these.”
I didn’t protest when he folded the undergarment and placed it in his nightstand drawer.
Lying down at my side, Gabe pulled the warm covers over us, and I was glad for the way he held me. Eventually, my heartbeat slowed, and in the room’s quiet, I realized my breathing matched the rhythm of his.
I grew drowsy, my limbs rubbery with deep relaxation. With my arm and leg draped over Gabe, I rested my cheek on his chest.
He dozed off shortly before I succumbed to sleep as well. By the time I woke, it was almost midnight. Though the thought of leaving that bed, and him, filled me with dread, I started to sit up.
“It’s late,” I murmured. “I need to go.”
Keeping his eyes closed, Gabe seized my hand. “You shouldn’t be driving back at this time of night.”
I ducked my head, trying to hide behind my tousled hair. I didn’t want him to see the ridiculously happy smile on my face, but I was certain he could hear it in my voice when I trusted myself to speak.
“Fine, I’ll stay.”
