Chapter 3

Tiffany’s POV

I was staring at Travis thinking about how handsome he was.

“Travis, let’s get a room.” I slurred and winked at him.

“Baby, you’re drunk. If you need to lay down, you can but that’s all we’re doing.” He told me.

I pouted, I wanted to feel him. I wanted him to touch me. I wondered what was wrong with me that he’d turn me down. For the first time in my life, I wanted to have sex with someone. I don’t know if it was the way he impressed me today, or his good looks, but something ignited a fire inside me. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I am drunk. I frowned, contemplating what to do.

Next thing I know he picked me up bridal style and carried me out to the limo.

“I don’t want to go home.” I pouted.

“We can go to my place.” He answered.

I smiled at him, happy that things were moving in the direction I wanted.

Soon we arrived at his house, and he carried me inside. As soon as he set me down, I lunged for him. I wanted to taste his lips.

I pressed my lips against his and licked his lips for entrance. He resisted for a minute before he finally gave in. I felt fireworks from our kiss, and I was panting when we pulled apart.

“Travis, take me.” I told him.

“I can’t do that to you. You are drunk and you’d be very unhappy when you sober up.” He told me.

I stuck my tongue out at him, he was very mean.

He sat down on the couch in his living room, and I straddled him, wanting more of him. I could hear his groan as I sat on his crotch and rubbed myself on it. I felt him grow hard underneath me and impossibly large. Holy shit.

He grabbed me by the ass and stilled me.

“Tiffany.” He chastised me.

“Travis, don’t you want me?” I asked him confused.

I remember when we first met, he propositioned me. What changed?

“Baby, I want you badly, but you’re not in the right frame of mind.” He told me.

I pressed my lips against his again and rubbed my needy body against his hard body. He felt delicious. I needed more.

“You’re being a bad girl.” He warned me.

Next thing I know, I felt him slap my ass.

“Ow!” I cried out.

“Bad girls get punished baby.” He whispered in my ear.

I rubbed my butt, that stung.

“Are you going to behave?” He asked me.

“But I want you.” I begged.

Whack!

He smacked my ass again, this time a little harder.

The more I rubbed myself on him, the more he smacked my ass. I felt a new sort of hunger arise in me. I started to want him to smack me more.

I shamelessly rubbed my breasts against his chest and then I felt a hard hand come down on my butt.

By now, I was soaking wet.

“You’re such a bad girl, Tiffany.” He groaned in my ear.

I ground down on him, certain he could feel how much I wanted him. I’d never felt this way before.

He stood up with me on his lap and threw me over his shoulder.

Whack!

He gave another slap to my ass, and I wiggled in his hold.

He took me to the bedroom, and I felt giddy, now we’re talking.

He laid me down on the bed gently and pressed his lips to my forehead before he gently kissed my lips.

“Get some sleep, baby. I’ll take you home tomorrow.” He said softly.

He stood up and left the room, closing the door behind him.

I laid there pouting for a minute before I decided to sneak out of bed. I peeked open the door and gasped quietly.

He was gripping his cock in his hand and jacking himself off on the couch. He had his head thrown back and he was groaning. The head looked purple and angry while he fisted himself. He was impossibly large, and I didn’t know how that was supposed to fit inside anyone.

I watched him as he played with himself, rubbing up and down his hard length and I felt myself grown wetter. I ran my hand down to my panties and began to rub my clit through my underwear. Soon I needed more, and I pushed aside my panties to get more friction. I rubbed fast and hard, imagining him pumping inside of me and I came with an explosion. Holy shit. At the same time, I watched him cum in his hand and then he turned his head to look at the door. I quickly shut it and ran to the bed.

I cannot believe I just did that.

Travis’ POV

I could hear her soft moans as she played with herself, and I could smell her arousal. She was driving me crazy. It was a miracle I was able to restrain myself, but I knew she’d be terribly upset if I took advantage of her while she was drunk.

Her moans spurred on my release as I fisted myself on the couch. When I was done, I looked over at the bedroom door and saw her shut it hurriedly. I smiled to myself; she really was a bad girl.

Her ass felt delicious as I spanked her perky flesh over and over.

She loved it too; I could feel her wetness through our clothes when she was rubbing her crotch on mine. I wanted her badly, but I wanted her to want me while in the right frame of mind. Today wasn’t the day.

Tiffany’s POV

I woke up with a killer hangover and looked around. Fuck! Memories of last night came pouring in and I felt embarrassed. I could feel my face turning red as I recalled what I said and did with Travis.

I was thankful he was an upstanding gentleman and didn’t take me like I begged him to. He was right, I would have regretted it when I sobered up.

I tiptoed out of bed, wondering if I could escape before he woke up but when I opened the door, he was sitting on the couch playing on his phone.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He smiled at me.

My face felt hot, “good morning.”

“You feel better today?” He asked.

I nodded. I was waiting for him to make fun of me or tease me, but he didn’t say anything about last night. I felt relieved that he was going to act like nothing happened.

I walked out of the bedroom and sat down on the couch across from him. I wasn’t ready to get so close to him after I threw myself at him.

“Do you want coffee?” He asked.

“Yes, please.” I told him.

He stood up and went to the kitchen, giving me a moment to breathe.

He returned with two cups and handed me one before sitting down with his.

We both sipped in silence for awhile before I spoke, “I need to go home.”

“Do you want me to take you?” He asked.

“If you can.” I told him.

I set the cup down on the table next to me and stood up, ready to leave.

He followed my lead and grabbed a set of keys, and we went out to one of his cars, it was a Porsche. He opened the door for me, and I gave him my address.

We rode in silence the whole way to my house and when we arrived, I was ready to bolt out of the car.

“Tiffany,” he said, stopping me.

“Yes?” I asked.

I turned to look at him and he leaned down to whisper in my ear, “be a good girl, or I’ll have to punish you again.” He pulled away and winked.

I scurried out the car as quickly as I could. I could feel my face hot from his words. That son of a bitch just had to say something after all.

Matthew’s POV

I didn’t like Travis one bit. The fact that he could tell how I felt about Tiffany further cemented my feelings about him.

I was going to Tiffany’s house to bring her some coffee when I saw her get out of an unfamiliar car and run inside. I looked harder and saw him in the driver’s seat. Travis. My mood became sour again as I imagined what they were doing last night that she didn’t get home until now. She was wearing the same dress that she wore to the party yesterday, too.

I took a deep breath and went up to her front door and unlocked it with the key she gave me.

“Tiffany?” I called out.

I searched her house for her when I saw the bathroom door slightly ajar. She had a transparent glass door for her shower, and she was showering. I felt myself grow hard seeing her naked tits. They were amazing and big. Her mound was smooth, and her ass was perky. Fuck!

A part of me felt bad for spying on her and a part of me wanted to keep watching. I was conflicted when I heard the shower go off. I ran to the living room and sat down on the couch, breathing heavy. I willed my dick to go down and a few minutes later she appeared. She was drying her hair and wearing a robe.

“Oh Matty!” She said when she saw me.

She gave me a huge smile and leaned down to hug me. I could feel her soft breasts through the thin robe, and I had to withhold a groan.

“I brought you coffee,” I told her with a smile of my own.

“Thank you!” She said happily.

She sat down and crossed one leg over the other, revealing her smooth thighs.

“So, what did you do after the party?” I asked her.

She choked on her coffee and cleared her throat. “I went to Travis’ house and went to sleep.”

I always knew when she was lying.

“I see.” I said to her.

She sighed and then looked at me, “Matty, I was drunk and threw myself at him and he turned me down. Is something wrong with me?”

“You’re perfect Tiffany.” I told her how I felt.

“Seriously. I mean I’m glad he didn’t do it, but I couldn’t help but wonder if it was me. If he just didn’t want me.” She told me.

She never told me out loud, but I knew she was still a virgin. At least she was before she started dating Travis. But based on what she just told me; I was certain she still was. I felt my mood get better at the thought that no man has touched her. I still had a chance.

I went and sat next to her. I laid a hand on her bare thigh and gently caressed it. “There’s nothing wrong with you Tiffany.”

She gave me a smile and embraced me. When she shifted, my hand moved dangerously close to her crotch. I was on dangerous territory. I had always been too scared to make a move on her and to ruin our friendship, but the longer I waited, the more impatient I got. I wanted her badly. She was the only woman I could jerk off to and I would only have sex with blondes and pretend they were her. I needed to do something soon, before she married this man and makes a mistake.

I decided to take a chance, I moved my hand a little bit closer to her core. With my other hand I caressed her soft face. She leaned into my touch, and I smiled. “Tiffany.” I whispered.

“Yes, Matty?” She asked.

“I want you.” I told her.

She gasped and I used the opportunity to take her mouth. I moaned into our kiss and tasted her. She tasted so damn good.

I rubbed on her thigh and inched my way closer to heaven when she grabbed my hand and stopped me.

“Matty, you don’t have to do this to prove a point,” she said as she pulled away.

“Tiffany, I do want you.” I told her sincerely.

“Matty, you’re just being nice.” She said assured.

I laid her backwards on the couch and rubbed my hard cock against her core, “does this feel like I’m being nice?”

Her mouth dropped open, and I took it again. I didn’t want to ever stop kissing her.

I felt her moan into the kiss, and I became greedy, I wanted more.

I ran my hand down to her hot slit and began to rub on her clit. Back and forth and in circles, making her wiggle underneath me. I took the opportunity to squeeze her fat tits and pinch her nipples. Finally, she creamed all over my hand and I put a finger in her pussy to feel it contract. She was so fucking tight.

We pulled away and she was breathing heavy and staring at me in a new kind of way that I hadn’t seen before.

“Matty,” she whispered.

I licked my fingers erotically in front of her and tasted her juices, they were so good.

“Tiffany, baby. I want all of you.” I whispered.

“I can’t.” She said.

“Why not?” I asked.

“I’m engaged, this is wrong.” She told me.

“Fuck him!” I told her.

She started to move on the couch, and she revealed her naked pussy to my gaze and one of her tits fell out. I moved to suck on her nipples, and she arched her back and moaned.

“Moan for me, baby.” I groaned against her soft skin.

Knock, knock, knock

Son of a bitch.

“Just ignore it.” I told her.

Knock, knock, knock

They would not stop knocking and she jumped up quickly to open the door, breaking the spell.

“Travis!” She exclaimed loudly.

Great, it was him.

“Oh, thank you! I didn’t realize I left it at your house. Oh, you want to come in? Um, okay.” She said in a high-pitched voice.

She came back in the room with Travis trailing behind and held up her cellphone. “I left this at his house.” She laughed nervously.

I looked at Travis and saw a hint of anger in his eyes directed at me. But he couldn’t possibly have known what we were doing.