Chapter 97 Naughty Night {5}
Silence.
No one said a word or made a move. My throbbing dick was still impaled in her tight hole.
"Karen is much of a deep sleeper than we realize," she pulled me back for a kiss.
"What are we going to do about this?" I broke the kiss, pointing at the broken ceramic zinc.
She smiled, "You shouldn't worry about that. No one would possibly believe it if the truth were to spill out."
Then we resumed, slowly at first banging all the way until I was forced to withdraw my dick when milk spurn from its eye.
"That was a good sex," I smacked her butt to which she giggled.
I was tempted to tell her that I wanted to try it again with her. I knew there probably wouldn't be a next time.
I returned back to the bed like nothing had ever happened.
At precisely the wee hours of the morning, Karen began to grope me and incessantly touch me but I would smack her hands off me.
And I did left without actually giving her what she wanted: an extensive fingering.
Memories of Diane will swim in my head as I couldn't stop thinking about her. While at work, I struggled with a boner whenever the thought of Diane struck my mind.
I still wanted Diane so badly that I knew it was going to hurt my girlfriend if she knew about it.
So, while trying not to be the nonchalant boyfriend, I stylishly indulged my girlfriend with the familiarity of everyday affairs while also making subtle enquires about Diane.
My enquires had surprised Karen who explained that Diane had been more friendly after the discovery of the shattered zinc in the bathroom.
From what Karen had explained, Diane had been shocked by the broken zinc, she had played the sweetest roomate.
What made my heart rolling on a rollercoaster was when Karen revealed to me that Diane would likely come over with her for the end of the semester's holiday.
Diane would just stay for a short while before driving off to her home town.
I was at work when Karen spasmed me with pictures from their outings. I kept staring at Diane's slightly exposed bossom in the pictures while reminiscing about the past with her.
Somehow, I felt Diane was sending me a signal that she was still up for us to get down to business. It was up to me to decide if I still wanted her.
Dinner was great when I returned home, I didn't know Diane could make such a lovely cook and a natural conversationalist, a thing which Karen lacked.
"Thank you, Nathan for the kind hospitality," Diane smiled, flipping back her hair as Karen helped pick the dishes.
"I should be the one thanking you. That was a great meal," I put in.
"I told you she was a great cook," Karen laughed to that, walking towards the kitchen with the dishes in her hand.
I was careful not to voice a word until I was sure Karen was out of earshot. While they'd been eating, Diane wouldn't stop caressing me with her feet under the table.
She was sitting opposite me that whenever she raised one of her feet, she would presumably brush my groin to excite me.
"I would be up in my room," she said quickly before I could close up on her.
"We could go to the toilet and....,"
"Toilet? I'm not doing it in the toilet again." Diane muttered, squinting her eyes.
"But I'll be with Karen all night." I tried to put in.
Diane noticed my bulged groin, rubbed a palm across it while I hissed with an aching need.
"Find a way to make it work," she whispered to me before starting to walk away.
"Karen! I'll be up in my room incase you need me!" Diane yelled out to her friend.
"No problem!" Karen replied from the kitchen.
Karen's touches infuriated me when we were in bed. Our sex life was horrible and she was desperately begging me to make love to her.
"I'm just not in the mood. I think I do have some work to submit for my boss tomorrow," I huffed angrily, throwing off the covers from me.
"I'm sorry, Nathan. I'll just let you be," she threw in a frantic apology, watching me leave.
"It's not your fault. Don't wait for me, I'll be working all night in the study." I tried a weak smile.
I could see pain in her eyes. She felt shattered, Karen literally wanted our relationship to work but I was fucking thinking about making out with another woman who was her roomate.
Diane was using the guest's room on the left wing of the house. My dick throbbed as my body could barely contain the excitement that grew within me.
When I pushed the door open, Diane was already waiting for me in sexy lingerie.
How perfect she made it seem.
I clicked the lock and started towards Diane.
"You took time," she said, standing to meet me.
"My disappearance has to make sense," I said to her.
I watched her peel off my robe, sink to her knees and cradle my throbbing length in her hand.
"I've missed you," I gasped at her touch.
She took the length into her mouth, toying around the edges before finally sinking it into her throat.
"Fuck," I groaned, "that feels so good."
"Oh, we're just getting started," Diane's brows twitched.
She sucked.
Her head bobbing rhythmically, grinding harder towards the hilt of my staff.
I grabbed a handful of her hair, engrossed by the wave of pleasure. My hips moved on their own Accord and I wanted more.
I wanted to touch her, squeeze her and engorge her very hole of all my spent up fluid within me.
I picked her up, yanked off her brassiere and her full breasts fell out. I grabbed them both, groaning as I pressed her firm against my body.
"I think amma have to fuck you every time," I pulled her in for a hot kiss when we crashed to the bed.
Our mouths clashed and danced, that when she broke the kiss, she was out of breath.
"Then, you can make me yours," she intoned. "And you may never have to worry about fucking me."
She gasped, threw her head backwards as I plunged three fingers into her overly sensitive hole.
Damn, she was all ready for me.
"What happens to Karen?" I asked.
"That depends if you still want to keep her," she impaled herself onto my shaft.
I groaned loudly, holding her still. How long has it been since Diane and I fucked?
That was almost four months ago.
"You make me want you every damn time," I slammed a thrust and she gasped while her bossom jiggled.
Kissing her neck, I slammed another - grabbing those juicy boobs of hers. "I think I will have to break up with her," I continued my furious pounding.
"Yes," She let out a loud moan as my balls slapped against her buttocks again and again as the staggering wave of pleasure hit me.
She was so fucking sweet, even if Karen were to walk in on us - I still wouldn't care.