7 - 1. Shortcut

"Visitors!" yelled Ben, setting down one of his six bottle carriers of beer and opening the apartment door. Picking up the beer he headed inside.

"Don't you think you should knock?" Sophie asked. She followed Ben into the entryway and looked up into the startled face of a young man. A very pleasant startled face, with grey intelligent eyes and unkempt black hair. The sides of his head were shaved flat, well above his ears, giving his face a rectangular look, with a couple of inches of hair spiked in random directions above that. His chin might have been weak but for a very neatly groomed beard.

"If he'd wanted us to knock he would have locked the door," said Ben. "Right, Dusty?"

"Uh, no," his friend said. "I'm not the only one living here."

Ben ignored the comment. "This is my sister Sophie," he said, tossing his head back without looking at her. "She's paying for dinner. Sophie, Dustin."

"Hi, Dustin," Sophie said. She transferred the fast food bag to her left hand, tugged at her red camisole top, then held out her hand, squeezing the bemused guy's hand briefly when he responded.

"She reminded me that we'd arranged to get a burger together tonight," he said, "so we brought the burgers here."

"And beer," added Sophie, nodding at the carriers Ben held.

"Here or your room?" asked Ben, looking around for somewhere to set the beer down.

"Uh, bring it to my room," Dustin said. He seemed to be recovering from the pair - one a total stranger - entering the apartment unannounced and taking over. Sophie grinned to herself, certain that he would have handled Ben's appearance alone without distress. "I have my own fridge, if we use the shared one we'll be sharing the beer."

"Okay," Ben said, following Dustin.

In his friend's room, Ben offered Dustin his choice of beer, then did the same for Sophie, before taking one for himself, transferring the rest to the small fridge. Sophie stood in the doorway until Ben closed the fridge and slumped down in the only chair in the room.

"Do you like your burger with cheese, jalapeño cheese or mushroom?" Sophie asked Dustin, setting her bag down.

"Whatever," he said.

"Plain cheese," interjected Ben.

"You get whatever's left," Sophie said.

"I guess I'll take the jalapeño," said Dustin.

"That works," Sophie said, giving Ben the plain cheese, Dustin the spicy burger and taking the mushroom swiss for herself.

After she'd distributed condiments and napkins she kicked off her sandals and moved to the twin bed. "Okay to sit here? I'll try to avoid dripping burger juice."

"Sure," said Dustin, seeming flustered again.

Sophie sat, took a sip of her beer, then began to eat her burger with great care, since the mushrooms kept trying to spill out of the sandwich. Since she'd taken the center of the bed, the only place left for Dustin to sit was beside her, within striking range of her Angel fragrance. He carefully positioned himself midway between Sophie's position and the foot of the bed.

"So, how are you doing, Dusty?" Ben asked Dustin.

His friend waited until he'd swallowed the mouthful he was working on. "Okay," he said. "Back on track, I guess, keeping up."

"That's not what I'm asking, and you know it," said Ben.

Dustin glanced nervously toward Sophie.

"Oh, don't worry about her," added Ben. "She's going to be a psychiatrist. She might even have some insights."

"No, I'm not," Sophie said. "That's one thing I'm sure of. But my intuition is okay. Now, why don't you give him a chance to speak?"

"Okay, Dusty," said Ben. "Speak."

Dustin gave them both a deer-in-headlights look, then sighed. "I dunno, man. I'm not doing great. I was with her for ten years, you know?"

"I know," said Ben. "Give Sophie the deets."

"I got dumped," Dustin said, looking at the girl. "Them's the deets."

"Oh, come on," said Ben.

"Jesus," responded Dustin. "Okay. My girlfriend. Brooke. We've known each other for ten years. Been dating since we were fourteen. I thought she was the one, you know? Then she's hooked up with a guy at her school and breaking up with me by text. It's been a month. Six weeks, maybe. Ben's pissed because he says I'm moping."

"I say it because it's fucking true," said Ben. "You're becoming a drag, man. Girls are hitting on you and you just walk away."

"I can't date right now," Dustin said. "I told you. I need time."

"We were accosted by a pair of first years," said Ben to Sophie. "I missed my chance with one of them because Dusty spurned the other."

"You're not going to get any sympathy from me," Sophie objected. "I've got a pretty good idea how often you sleep alone. You should probably do it more."

"Dusty is sleeping alone all the time," Ben said. "What advice do you have for him?"

"Relationships suck," said Sophie.

"That's it? That's the wisdom of the ages?" Ben gave her an incredulous glance.

Dustin was watching her with a kind of panicked amusement from only a couple of feet away. He seemed to find the proximity of her cleavage intimidating. She didn't need to wear a push-up bra, but sometimes it was a useful tool.

She turned to him. "Ben has a point. A pair of freshmen looking to hook up might be exactly what you need," she said. "You said you weren't ready to date. I get that. But hooking up doesn't need to lead to dating, and even dating doesn't need to become a relationship. Don't let not being ready to date cheat you out of experiences that might help you recover from your loss."

"How do you mean?" Dustin said, looking uneasy.

"You weren't celibate, right?" Sophie asked. "You and... Brooke? You had sex?"

"Well, duh," Dustin said. "Since we were sixteen, but how is that your concern?"

"It isn't," she said, shrugging off the charge. "But, I mean, you didn't just lose Brooke. You lost that part of yourself. You don't feel like you can have sex now, because it's tied up with your feelings for Brooke, but because you can't, you've got even more to grieve. Right?"

She plowed on without giving him a chance to reply. "But you don't need Brooke for that part of yourself, and the sooner you can take it back, the easier it will be to grieve, because the loss won't be so great. So I'm not saying you shouldn't mourn the loss of your relationship, but I am saying that hooking up with a couple of freshmen would make the process more bearable."

"I guess I see your point," Dustin said, as she took another bite of her burger. "But I've never done that. It was always Brooke."

"Mmh," Sophie nodded, then paused while she finished the bite. "There was never anyone else?"

Dustin shook his head.

"So right, you're not only dealing with loss," Sophie said, "you're also in an unfamiliar situation. Even if you want to hook up with someone you're going to be stressed by the politics of picking up a girl. You really missed an opportunity."

"You're in college, man!" said Ben. "You probably know dozens of girls who'd be happy to jump you. Don't blow it!"

"Yeah, but that gets back into politics and avoiding relationships," argued Sophie. "But there are apps for hookups. You can know exactly what you're getting into. You both go in knowing what you want. No strings."

Ben snorted, but Sophie overrode him. "I happen to know that a certain pseudo-relative of mine has a couple of profiles that he doesn't think I'm aware of. For emergencies."

Ben glared at her and shut up.

"I don't know," Dustin said.

"Think about it," Sophie suggested. "I mean, really think, now. Ben's mostly right. You don't hear me say that often. Don't waste your time in college when you're surrounded by potential partners. You could have a girl in your bed right now, instead of entertaining this loser." She tossed her head in Ben's direction. "A naked girl who's not Brooke in your arms... Now look me in the eye," she said. When Dustin glanced away nervously, she said again, "No, look me in the eye, and tell me that thinking about a hookup isn't getting you turned on right now."

"Hey, wait, no, no, no," said Ben, waving his arms. "I do not need my friend to stare into my sister's eyes and tell her he's turned on."

Sophie sighed. "I'm not your sister."

"Well, you kind of are..." Ben countered. "You're my, uh, like, my stepsister-like object."

Sophie smirked at Dustin. "May I throw your pillow at my brother-like-object?"

"Be my guest," said Dustin.

Sophie chuckled, but she didn't pick up the pillow. Instead, she took another bite of her burger, then folded the remaining half in its wrapper. Scooting as far back on the bed as she could, she leaned against the wall, the full length of her legs, from short denim cutoffs to her ankles, now in Dustin's field of view. "If it feels overwhelming, think about restricting your profile to BJs. Less chance of emotional risk. Would you be willing to offer to reciprocate?"

"Well, yeah, I guess," Dustin replied.

Ahw grinned. "See, you can do it."

Ben's phone chimed. He took it from his pocket and scanned it. "Shit," he said. "Rose wants me to go act the heavy. Some guy won't leave her alone." He stood, drained his beer, then turned to Dustin. "Take care, man. See you tomorrow." Then he looked at Sophie. "Coming?"

Sophie knew a pretence text for what it was. Their friend Rose had zero problem keeping obnoxious patrons under control. Sophie hadn't discussed with Ben the precise means of leaving her alone with Dustin. They didn't need to. "I just got comfortable, and I have half of my burger left. I'll stay a while unless Dustin's throwing me out." She glanced toward Ben's friend.

"Uh, no," said Dustin, nervously. "If you want to stay, you're fine. Another beer?"

"Sure," said Sophie, giving Ben a small wink. "Go help the damsel in distress, bro. I'll be fine."

"I'm sure you will," Ben muttered as he left.


Dustin twisted the cap off the bottle he took from the fridge, then brought it to Sophie. She held her half burger out to him. "Is there room in there for this? I"ll take it home when I leave."

"Sure," he said, placing the food in the fridge before returning to sit beside her. She hadn't been sure if he'd do that. Now that Ben had left, the single chair was free.

She took a pull of her beer, then said, "I hope I wasn't butting in too badly. It was Ben asking for my input, not you." She adjusted her top again, catching the quick flick of Dustin's eyes towards her neckline.

He shook his head. "Ben can be an ass, but he's a friend. Is he really your brother?"

Sophie sighed. "No. He's like a distant step-cousin, once removed." Seeing Dustin's look of confusion, she added, "It's complicated. The simplest way to explain it may be that we share an ex-stepfather. But not at the same time."

Dustin laughed. "That doesn't really explain, but I guess it clears up your confusing comments. Whatever you are, I guess he thought I should hear your thoughts, and he was right."

"You think so?" Sophie asked.

"I don't know that I'd go as far as saying it's what I need," Dustin said. "I'm not any kind of sex junkie. I've survived semesters without seeing Brooke. Maybe I was more of a relationship junkie, and that's why it's so hard to let go."

Sophie nodded and took another sip of beer.

"I think you're right that a hookup or two might help break me loose of being a junkie," he said. "But I think you're right too that it's gonna be stressful either way. I'm no shrinking violet, but I've never had to put myself out there."

"You want help?" Sophie asked.

"Sure," Dustin responded. "Any recommendations you have for hookup sites, and profile advice..."

Sophie grinned at him. "I was thinking about something more practical." She reached out to take his hand, lifting it to her lips and pressing a finger between them, where she stroked it with the middle of her tongue.

Dustin's eyes widened and his breath caught. "I don't.... you don't.... uh... why?" he finally stammered. His eyes flicked down to her cleavage again, then back to her face.

Sophie closed her lips over his finger, sucking it while her tongue explored, her eyes holding his. Finally parting her lips, she spoke around his fingertip. "Because I think you're hot, and I want to."

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

"I want to give you the most mind-blowing blowjob you've ever had," she said, her words muffled by the finger against her tongue."

Dusting made a sound like "Ohfnng." He seemed to be trying hard to avoid hyperventilation. Then he asked, "N-not pity sex?"

Sophie turned her head slowly left and right. Then she moved his hand again, taking his finger from her mouth and lowering it to touch the tip of her breast, making his finger circle until he'd be able to feel her nipple hardening inside her bra.

"Take off your pants and lie down," Sophie suggested, softly. He'd be less likely to refuse if she didn't offer a choice, though she was fairly sure he wouldn't.


Dustin lay back on his small bed. He still wore his tee, but his shorts and underwear were now on the floor. His cock wasn't completely hard. She could fix that easily enough. Sophie moved to the foot of the bed to kneel on the floor.

Reaching for Dustin's hips, Sophie took hold and pulled him down the bed, to where she could lean forward to kiss the circumcised tip of his shaft. Parting her lips only a fraction of an inch she pressed them against the head, lightly extended her tongue between them and rubbed for only a second or two as she wrapped her right hand around the base of his shaft. Holding him in place, she began moving her lips to different spots on the underside.

After a half dozen kisses, Dustin's cock had unfolded all the way. Sophie parted her lips and took him in, then rolled her head forward and back slowly, letting her tongue rest against the underside. She felt him swell wider, until the surface felt hard against her tongue.

She kept up the slow motion for well over a minute, listening to the change in Dustin's breathing as he became increasingly horny. Then she let him slip out of her mouth. "Do you like this?" she asked, knowing the answer.

"Fuck, yeah," he breathed.

Sophie ran her tongue down the underside, stopping at the base of his glans to circle with her tongue, bringing forth a groan from Ben's friend. Then she cupped his balls in her left hand and squeezed lightly as she pressed parted lips to the base of his shaft and scrubbed with her tongue.

"Nnhhh..." Dustin moaned.

Dustin's eyes followed Sophie as she worked. His head was raised by a pillow, and they were dark with lust as she licked her way back to the head.

Holding his shaft in her hand, she licked him like a popsicle until he began to gasp with arousal. Then she looked up and grinned at him.

Leaning forward, she held his cock upright as she moved her left breast to it. Then she ducked and moved her chest around, so that the soft fabric of her cami rubbed against the head of his shaft, her breast moving around it.

Taking his erection in her right hand, she moved a little lower, fitting his length between her breasts. Then she raised her chest, letting him slide between her breasts. Dustin groaned at the experience.

Sophie released him, letting his erection rest between her breasts as she pinched her nipples, until their shape became clear even from within her bra. His cock twitched as it rested on her breasts, and a small drop of seed formed at the tip. She stroked it around with her tongue.

Dustin's face was flushed with arousal when she took the head of his cock into her mouth again, rocking her neck in a steady rhythm, unvarying as she monitored his growing excitement. When he seemed ready to explode, she backed away. Then she licked her lower lip and rested it and her tongue against the base of his glans.

Turning her head slowly left and right, she slid her tongue and lip against the underside of Dustin's shaft.

"Jesus Christ, Sophie, what are you doing?" he rasped.

"I guess you like the way that feels, huh?" Sophie asked.

Dustin nodded, not speaking.

She moved a few inches back, then licked her fingers and ran them up and down. "How about that?"

"It's good," he grunted, but Sophie could tell by his expression that it wasn't as earth-shattering as he'd been becoming accustomed to. She grinned to herself and ran a fingernail up the underside of his cock.

"Nnngh!" Dustin yelped, his thighs tensing.

Sophie licked the fingers of her right hand. Holding the base of his cock in her left, she lowered her fingers over the head, then touched him lightly all around, twisting her hand to the right and left. Dustin seemed to be trying to hold his response back. It wasn't an uncommon reaction. Work a guy into a frenzy with your fingers and he'd try to avoid letting their response show because he wanted your mouth on him. Even when she knew that her plans would lead to a better outcome for him than what he thought he wanted.

Dustin was getting so close now. Sophie leaned forward, touching his cock with her lower lip and tongue again. This time, she took his shaft in her hand and moved it from side to side against her mouth. The light contact only slowly took effect, as she was able to keep up the movement for several minutes, Dustin's breathing becoming more labored by the second.

Dustin's cock twitched again. He began to pant, and she knew he was almost there. She tilted her head forward slightly, still leaving her tongue and lower lip pressed to him, but her open mouth spanned the head of his cock, which lurched as she breathed against it. She moved her head up and down very slowly, and only about a quarter inch of movement. It was enough.

"Oh, God..." he moaned, right before Sophie felt warm, salty fluid surge against the roof of her mouth

She closed her lips on his shaft and alternated between suckling and slightly parting her lips. Dustin whimpered as his seed spilled from her mouth to land back on his cock and drip onto his bed.

He was still breathing hard when his climax subsided. Sophie leaned back, grinning at his look of amazement. He pouted as she tugged her top back into place, then laughed ruefully as she threw him his shorts and underwear, sitting up gingerly before stepping into his clothing.

"Jesus Christ," he said again. "Maybe there's something to be said for hookups."

"I don't want to make light of your real reasons to feel loss," Sophie said, "but if you can untangle sex from it by getting some decent experiences without Brooke, I think it will be easier to take."

"God, that was so much better than decent," Dustin said.

Sophie grimaced at the duvet cover. "Sorry about the mess, especially after being so careful with the burger."

Dustin took a look at the cover, then found a tissue and wiped it off. "I can wash it," he said. "No big deal." When he saw Sophie stepping into her sandals, he asked, "Did you drive?"

Sophie shook her head. "It's only a couple of blocks."

Dustin found his own shoes. "May I walk you home?"

"Then you'll have to walk back."

"Yeah, but I'm not likely to be assaulted," he said.

Sophie shrugged, though she'd expected him to offer. Needed him to, to be truthful. She was glad she hadn't misread him. "Okay, sure."


Outside of the small apartment, Dustin took her hand. Sophie cocked her head on a side. "You do know that I don't do relationships? I did make that clear?"

"Crystal," Dustin said, "but after the way you made me feel, it would seem awkward to keep a chaste distance."

"Okay," Sophie said, gripping his hand more firmly. "Just checking."

"I still don't understand what you get out of it," Dustin said.

"Giving you a blowjob?" Sophie asked. There was a student walking a few feet ahead of them whose gait stumbled. She chuckled and led Dustin across the street. "What do you get out of turning a girl on?"

"Well, sex, I guess," he said.

"It there was no chance of sex, you wouldn't want to do it?" Sophie challenged him.

"Yeah, I would. Just doing that to Brooke always made me feel good," he admitted.

"Right. So it's the same for me. I think you're hot," Sophie said, "and making you horny turns me on. You don't need to be in a relationship for seducing a guy to be profoundly erotic. Or a girl," she added, with a fond memory of Heather lying against her in Sophie's recliner, that gold cross around her neck as she discovered how good it could feel to have another girl make love to her.

"I see," he said. "So I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, too."

"I did," Sophie agreed. "No need to feel that you were being greedy. Not all women do, though. Not everyone likes giving blowjobs. But then, if it's in your profile, you know she'll be okay with it."

"Right," Dustin agreed.

They were approaching Sophie's condo. Sophie steered him toward it, then released his hand to unlock it. "Do you want to come in?" she asked.

"Oh, uh, sure," Dustin agreed, and followed her inside.


"Jesus!" Dustin exclaimed as he looked around. "How do you have a place like this?"

"Remember the 'It's complicated' part of my non-relationship with Ben?" Sophie asked.

"Uh-huh," Dustin said, only half paying attention, his focus on the decor.

"The reason's hiding in there," she said. "You've seen Ben's place, I'm guessing?"

"Yeah. Huh, I see what you're saying," Dustin agreed. "He has a hell of a nice apartment for a student."

"Right," Sophie said.

He tore his eyes from the decor and turned them to Sophie. "So, uh, maybe you could do me another favor?"

"What is it?" she asked.

"The reciprocity part," Dustin said. "Maybe you don't feel that I owe you anything in return, but if you'd let me, uh, go down on you, we might both enjoy it, and I think if I thought I could learn to offer something worth having, I'd feel less insecure about finding someone for a hookup."

"You want me to drop my panties for you?" Sophie said in an amused tone. "Usually that takes dinner, at a minimum."

Dustin's smirk showed he recognized the teasing tone. "So I'll buy you dinner. As long as it isn't a date."

"Jeez," Sophie said, with a laugh. She grabbed his hand and steered him toward her room. "Don't be paranoid. I would be delighted to let you reciprocate me."


Sophie's room was more opulent than the rest of the house. Warm colors, frills, wall hangings and queen size bed with a ruffled duvet. She'd brought Heather here, but she'd fucked Ethan in the guest room, which better suited a more furtive encounter. She lay in the center of the queen bed, dragging pillows from the side to lift her head, while Dusting glanced wordlessly around the room.

"So, uh..." Dustin said. He glanced at Sophie's shorts.

"You're going to have to persuade me to take them off," Sophie said, seeing the direction of his gaze.

"I thought you already wanted to," Dustin replied, confused.

"Let's say I'm not ready," Sophie said. "Let's say you lured me here with your hookup profile, but I'm not completely convinced yet."

"Ah, I see," he said.

"There are wipes in the bathroom," she offered. "On the shelf beside the towels. If you happened to want to, say, suck my toes. Free hint."

Dustin raised his eyebrows and chuckled briefly. "Message received," he said, opening the door to the master bath.

When he returned, he set the wipes on the bed, then slipped out of his shoes and squatted before Sophie on the bed. He took a couple of wipes and began to clean her feet. She smiled at his touch, hooking her hands behind his head as she watched him work.

When he'd cleaned off the front of both of the girl's feet, Dustin lifted her right foot and lowered his face, beginning to suck her big toe. She felt the delicious tingling slide into her sex, making her heart skip.

Dustin must have sensed her response without needing encouragement, because he stayed with her big toe for a while before moving to suck along them all, his tongue licking at the undersides. Then he suckled the balls of her feet.

"You like this, huh?" he asked, a skeptical eyebrow raised.

Sophie bit her lip, then said, her voice sounding rough to her ears, "I like the way it feels, yeah. But there's a symbolic part, too. How a guy sucks my toes is a good clue to what he'll do... elsewhere."

"I see," Dustin said, his voice also sounding a little strained.

He switched feet, kissing each toe then exploring between them before lifting her leg high and planting kisses all the way to the back of her knee. She shivered as he tongued her there, then worked his way toward her inner thigh.

Switching legs, he worked his lips and tongue along her thigh, inflaming her already sizable arousal. She lowered her hands to her cutoffs and unsnapped them.

Sophie's shorts were button-fly. When Dustin discovered that he took his time unfastening each button. She bit her lip as she felt his fingers pressing against her.

Before he unhooked the final button, Sophie reached out to grasp his hair, holding his face in place, then ran her fingers down the side of his cheek.

"Another free hint," she said. "When you go down on a girl, and she begs you to let her come, she's not ready. Frustrate her for as long as you can stand it. The outcome will be so much better."

"I see," Dustin said, as Sophie moved her hand back behind her head. His fingers shook as he finished opening the last button. He drew her shorts over her thighs, then gripped the waistband of her panties.

Peeling back Sophie's thongs, Dustin slid them down her thighs to join her shorts. He tugged both garments down and over her feet, then tossed them to the floor.

Parting her knees, he positioned himself between them, then lowered his face to begin to lick her damp pussy. Her heart raced as she felt the tickle of his beard against her smooth skin. A soft "Mmm" escaped her throat.

Sophie let him work as he wanted. Her growing excitement would naturally tell him how he was progressing. His tongue caressing her labia wasn't wildly stimulating by itself, but it was still building her arousal, as was the whole situation. The tingles his tongue was sending into her were accumulating in the growing sensitivity of her clit.

"Should I put my finger inside?" Dustin asked, looking up.

"Oh, yeah," replied Sophie. "Or two, or three..."

She felt Dustin's fingers stroke her sex, the gently burrow between her pussy lips, sliding into her slick passage. He curled his fingers against the front of her sex as he resumed licking, his tongue travelling higher. He kissed the outer edge of her labia, his kisses moving higher. As he did, he began to slide his fingers in and out of her.

Sophie moaned as her arousal spiked. He was better at this than he apparently knew, if he thought he had nothing to offer. She raised her legs, resting her calves on Dustin's shoulders, then parting her legs and sliding her ankles behind his neck. He looked up briefly in surprise, giving her a quick grin before he moved his lips to the hood of her clit, then began to kiss in earnest.

"Oh God," muttered Sophie, instantly aflame with desire. She tightened her legs against the back of Dustin's neck, and began to rock her hips. She was panting as she rocked her sex against his mouth, his chin against her moist pussy, her arms moving to her side, supporting her against the bed.

He didn't increase his pace or pressure even as she goaded him by rolling her sex against his face. She felt her need take root, the thrill of anticipation of her pending orgasm growing within her, moving close.

Dustin looked up, his mouth moving from her clitoral hood, then moved his lips to her thighs. His fingers continued to move inside her. Sophie groaned in frustration, and tried to relax. He was doing as she'd instructed.

Occasionally his lips would pass back over her sex as he explored. Sophie's thighs and belly would tense, and she would try to push herself to him, her ankles still behind his neck, but Dustin avoided her demands, turning his head to move his lips to her thighs.

At one point, Sophie's hips raised her butt from the bed, lifting his face. Dustin chuckled as she collapsed back down. "Am I frustrating you effectively?" he asked.

Sophie groaned. "Why did you listen to me?" she whined. "I think I'm starting to hate you."

"No you're not," Dustin said, confidently.

"No, I'm not," Sophie admitted, "but damn, I want more."

Dustin leaned down and flapped his tongue rapidly against her clit.

"Ah, fuck!" Sophie yelped, then returned to panting as Dustin drew back.

Her heart rate seemed to have spiked during the touch. She closed her eyes as she brought her emotions under control. Dustin pressed his fingers lightly against the front wall of her sex, not moving. Then his tongue returned to explore, slowly, and the fire within her grew.

Dustin had taken her words to heart, and continued to frustrate her, even as she tugged at his neck with her feet. But Sophie could see in his eyes that he really wanted to take her to the edge and beyond. More than that, she was certain that he wanted to be there with her.

When his tongue approached her clit again, she reached for his left hand. Prying it from her thigh,she pressed it to her right breast.Dustin immediately groaned in arousal and began to squeeze. His tongue lapped at her clitoris, the fingers of his right hand pumping into her. He was losing any capability for restraint. His lips pressed to her clit, and he began to suckle, even as his fingers tightened hard on her swollen nipple.

"Oh, fuck," groaned Sophie. Nothing either of them could do now would prevent her arousal erupting. Her hips rose from the bed as though lifted by an irresistible force. Her sex pressed against Dustin's lips as he suckled, and the flames of need licked at the edges of her feelings. Seconds later, they broke free, her body pulsing with the exquisite sensation of overload, passion ripping into her from every place his body touched hers - her quaking sex, her inner wall, her tingling clit, her swollen nipple - and she moaned as her body shook with the power of her climax.


When her spike in her feelings had mostly descended from its peak, Sophie moved her feet from Dustin's back, resting them on the bed as she caught her breath. He looked up, his eyes dark with arousal, his face flushed.

Sophie hooked her fingers into his hair and pulled him toward her. Dustin followed, rather than risk painful premature hair loss. He scooted forward quickly, pivoting on his elbows, to crash down on top of her, his chest flattening her breasts.

"Oof," Sophie exclaimed, releasing his hair. He smelled of excitement, perspiration and her own arousal, along with a trace of tea tree oil and deodorant. She grinned at him. "Seems to me you're going to be just fine."

A momentary flash of discomfort seemed to pass over Dustin's face. Sophie looked into his eyes. "Well, it's a start, right?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" responded Dustin.

"You're okay with what you're doing," she said. "With what we're doing. But you're still feeling guilty."

"Yeah, I guess I am," Dustin admitted. "I'm not being unfaithful, and she's the one who dumped me, but yeah, it's gonna be a while."

Sophie took his left hand and placed it on her right breast. "Maybe not so long," she suggested.

Dustin's look was questioning, but he dutifully began to squeeze her breast through her bra, pinching the swollen nipple. Sophie's breath caught, and she bit her lower lip. "Do that a little harder," she said. She could hear the arousal in her voice, and Dustin's eyes seemed to darken, especially when she shivered at the next pinch.

"Try telling me you want me," Sophie said.

Dustin frowned, and looked ready to object.

"Do it," Sophie insisted.

"Okay," he said. "I want you."

"That sounds like you want a glass of water," Sophie objected. "Without ice. Come on, put some energy into it.

"I want you," Dustin said.


"I want you," he said.

"Again. More."

"I want you," he said.

"Feel it."

"I want you," Dustin said again. His voice seemed rough.

"Pinch my breast."

He did. Sophie writhed, her hips lifting slightly from the bed. "Tell me again," she demanded.

"I want you," he stated, unhesitatingly.

"Do you want me?" Sophie asked.

"I want you," he said.

"Do you?" she asked, her voice soft.

"Yes," he said, the word strained.

"Do you?" she asked again.

"Yes, Sophie," he groaned.

She shoved her hands inside the hem of his tee, grabbed his rib cage and yanked him higher. His mouth was barely more than an inch from hers. "Show me," she ordered, parting her lips.

The kiss started hot and only got hotter. Dustin's hand was flattened against Sophie's breast, and his tongue pushed hard against hers. She tugged his tee up. He barely seemed to notice the pause, lifting his arms as she dragged it free, then fastening his mouth back to hers.

Sophie tugged off her own tee, leaving only her red bra. "You're wearing too much," she gasped, the next time their lips parted.

"So are you," replied Dustin, with a smirk.

"Fix it," she told him. "Then fix yourself."

He nodded, then reached around to fumble at her bra strap. After a moment, she felt the band relax, then Dustin peeled it off.

As requested, he began to strip. Sophie leaned over to her nightstand to grab a condom. "Put this on instead," she said, handing it to Dustin, who nodded.

When the condom was in place, Sophie pushed Dustin onto his back and straddled him. Then she lifted herself over his cock and descended onto him. She was wet enough that he slid easily into her.

Immediately, Sophie gripped Dustin's ribs and began to roll her hips, rising up a few inches,then sliding back and down, pressing her sex hard against him.

Dustin's eyes were fixed on her nipples, her breasts lifting high and bouncing low as they moved. He didn't seem in any danger of finishing quickly. She figured she'd drained him too completely for that. But he was hard as diamond inside her, and every stroke brushed her G-spot.

Watching her breasts bounce wasn't enough for Dustin. After a time he raised his hands to them, taking them in his palms and squeezing. The motion of her body caused her breasts to stretch in his hold. When he pinched her nipples she shuddered, and found herself on the path to climax.

Not wanting the experience to be over too quickly, she slowed her movements, then rested in place. "Just taking a breather," she said as Dustin raised an eyebrow, and she did use the time to calm her excited panting.

But Dustin lowered his hands, then licked the tips of his right fingers and began to caress her clit.

Sophie withstood the sudden stimulation for a moment, then she groaned. Her pelvis rocked slowly, and there was nothing she could do to counter the involuntary rise in her passion.

"Oh God," she groaned. "Oh, God." Her thighs tensed, her passage squeezing Dustin's wide cock within her, and she spluttered as she crested. "Oh,shit," she said, as the delicious waves spilled from her sex into her rocking thighs.

When the ripples finally subsided, Sophie lowered herself onto Dustin's body, stretching her legs out behind her. When his lips met hers, their kiss was more tender than it had been, but still with an undercurrent of excitement.

Sophie allowed him to roll her over and moved her hips against his when he began to thrust. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and squeezed him against her. Soon he was grunting with his own need. Sophie didn't interfere with him setting the pace, but kissed him savagely when she felt he was near the end.

That pushed him over the edge. He lifted from her as he groaned. She felt the pulsing deep within her as he spent himself into the condom.

Breathing heavily, Dustin withdrew. "Did you...?" he asked her.

"Not just then," Sophie admitted, "but I did earlier, and it still felt great."

She felt a finger press against her clitoral hood. "But you don't mind if I do this?" Dustin asked.

"Oh Jesus," breathed Sophie at the sudden surge of lust. She must have been more turned on at the end than she realized. "No. No, I don't mind." The last word sounded chopped as her throat tightened.

Dustin's fingers pressed firmly as they circled rapidly, and within a minute Sophie found her hips lifting from the bed.

"Oh God, don't stop," she demanded, though she was sure he had no intention of letting her down. Her sex tensed, and her breath caught... then she was exploding within, strong waves of passion flowing from the touch of his fingers.

When Dustin's fingers withdrew, she kissed him tenderly before he slipped off the bed to attend to the condom.


Dustin gathered up his clothes as he approached the bed. Sophie looked up. "You know what?" she said.

"What's that?" he asked.

"I think you forgot to feel guilty."

He frowned for a moment, then replied, "I think you're right."

"You're going to be fine without her," Sophie said, "at least in that sense. Grieve all you need, but until you're ready for another girlfriend, you should take advantage of being single. It really isn't a bad way to be."

Dustin grinned. "I'm beginning to think you're right," he said.

"I am," Sophie replied.

She reached for the bundle of clothes he carried. Frowning, he let her take them, then smirked as she tossed them back onto the floor and opened her arms to him.