Chapter 3

I could feel the intense heat radiating from Clyde's member. It felt like a piece of heated iron, which was far more solid than I could have imagined.

Clyde's entire body trembled the moment I squeezed his member, his face instantly flushing. "Why did you suddenly reach out and grab me out of nowhere, Michelle?"

I stifled my desire and explained calmly, "I'm just getting a sense of the scale here. You aren't exactly larger than what's anatomically possible. You just have to be more careful with Yvonne.

"I'm only telling you this because I don't want to see you two break up, so you really need to work on being more gentle, Clyde."

Clyde replied helplessly when he heard that, "I really can't help it. It's just that whenever I enter her, I instinctively pick up the pace. If I go slow, I feel like I'm not hitting anything. It just doesn't feel right otherwise."

He was clearly a natural in bed, which only turned me on more. He was exactly the right size to give me the fullness I craved.

I couldn't stop myself from imagining him hoisting my legs up and going to town on me like an animal—that thought alone was incredibly stimulating.

"What are you thinking about, Michelle?" Clyde asked, waving his hand before my face to get my attention.

I finally snapped out of it, realizing that I had spaced out while staring at his erection. "Oh, it's nothing. I was just wondering if there's a way to help you get some of that energy out of your system so that you don't have to be so intense with Yvonne."

Clyde scratched the back of his head and said sheepishly, "I wouldn't be so aggressive if I were actually satisfied, but since I'm in a relationship, I can't just go out looking for other women."

I noticed his gaze staying on my chest as he talked. After all, I was wearing something quite revealing. I could already guess his intentions. He had worked up an appetite for me.

I looked him right in the eye and asked, "Do you want me to satisfy those urges for you, Clyde?"

Clyde immediately shook his head. "I wouldn't dare! I mean, you're Yvonne's best friend! If I had sex with you, she'd never forgive me, Michelle!"

He suddenly reached out and started rubbing the stockings on my thighs with a heavy hand, the warmth of his hand making my skin tingle and my heart race.

"I know I don't have the chance to do anything like that with you, but even just having your stockings would satisfy me. I secretly used a pair from your bathroom when I was at your place last time. It actually felt more exciting than being with Yvonne."

I was surprised at how much influence I seemed to have—just my worn stockings could affect him that much. I then realized why my stockings had stains on them. Clyde had been helping himself to them in secret.

It just went to show that men were ruled by their primal urges. Clyde acted like he wouldn't dare cross the line, but his hands were telling a completely different story.

I let myself enjoy the sensation of his hands on me as I nudged his crotch with my foot. "I'm right before you now, Clyde. Is it really just my stockings you're interested in?"

His eyes immediately brightened after hearing that. He eagerly spread my legs apart and asked, "Do you mean I can actually have you, Michelle? What if Yvonne catches us in the act?"

I lightly brushed my foot against his upper thigh, feeling his desire flare up even more. "Who do you think sent me over here to see you today, Clyde?"

Clyde was so excited that he picked me up and hitched me onto his waist, and with my legs parted, I was positioned right against his crotch. "Is it true? Did Yvonne actually send you to see me tonight?"

I had never been picked up and had sex with like this before. Being suspended in the air felt as exhilarating as being on the brink of a precipice.

I nodded and replied, "I'm here today to help you satisfy those pent-up urges of yours, Clyde."

Clyde couldn't hold back any longer. He ripped through my underwear with one quick motion and then went down on me.