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They had been best friends from the very first day of uni when they had met as neighbours in their halls of residence, and the more worldly-wise Mya had taken Summer under her wing. As an only child, Summer had probably been rather over-protected by her parents and was less prepared for living alone. So Mya had helped her sort out everything from her uni library pass to learning how to heat up a ready meal lasagne. Summer had been shielded from most of life’s pleasures too, like booze and boys and weed, and Mya had immediately identified it as her responsibility to protect Summer from the pitfalls and perils of each. So, a few years later, when the idea for the tattoo riddles had taken hold, and the practicalities of things like who should have whose name tattooed on them were being considered, it had seemed quite natural that Mya should be responsible for Summer’s tattoo.
They had stayed good friends since leaving university too, so Summer wasn’t a bit surprised to get a text from Mya. It had arrived on her phone at just before two in the morning though and, like most sensible people with work the next day, Summer had been fast asleep then. So she saw it first thing when she woke up, the little blue light flashing on her phone as it lay on her bedside table. They hadn’t caught up in a while, so she had guessed it would be an invitation to pop over for a Thai takeaway and a bottle of pinot grigio. When she read the message, though, she froze.
The message read, simply. “Hi love. I bumped into our old friend Riddles today. He sends his love 🙂 xxx”. It was a message they had agreed on years ago as being innocuous enough so as not to cause confusion or concern if seen inadvertently by a partner. But Summer knew exactly what it meant, and texted Mya back immediately, “Lucky you! How was it? How’s he looking these days?” She had faith in Mya’s taste in men, of course, but still, her first thought was what did this total stranger look like? This man, who she was going to have to fuck within the next seven days, or else break the pledge.
XXX
Mya awoke with a much clearer head than she deserved. She lay with her eyes closed, piecing together the events of last night. She could feel Rick’s body next to hers, and he was still asleep, judging by his breathing. She hadn’t planned to fuck him last night, but neither did she regret it. She liked him, liked him a lot in fact. He was a really nice guy, very funny in his own way and not at all bad looking. And, as she had discovered last night, a damn good shag.
Last night hadn’t ended particularly well, though, it was all coming back to her now. The whole tattoo thing had freaked him out a bit, and who could blame him? Her sending Summer a text in the early hours had been the final straw, and they hadn’t continued their lovemaking after she had told him that he had solved the riddle. He was still inside her at that point, but she could already feel him softening; her insistence on abiding by the rules had come as a very unwelcome intrusion.
But now the riddle business was over. He had guessed it correctly, and that was it. She would send Summer his mobile number, and she could make contact with him. Those were the rules. But Mya hadn’t heard back from Summer just yet, so she wondered if she and Rick could pick up where they left off last night, more or less. She absolutely loved early morning sex and figured it would be awesome with a lover like Rick. So, still with her eyes closed, her hand reached out carefully under the duvet. He was lying on his side, facing her. Perfect, she thought. Her hand moved as gently as it could between his legs and made contact with his warm cock. Gently, oh so gently, she ran her fingers along it. She wanted him to be as hard as possible when he woke. The harder he was, the more likely he would forget about the tattoo riddle debacle, and just want to fuck her.
She was pleased to see that his dick was not totally soft, but had thickened up a little already. Was he dreaming of her? Her fingers teased as lightly as possible around his head, still mostly covered by his foreskin. She was delighted to feel his cock slowly stretch and straighten, soon it would be fully hard, and she would start to wank him.
Better still, how much would he like it if he woke up with her mouth on his cock?! It was the least she could do, after pissing about with all the rules nonsense last night, when all he had wanted to do was fuck her brains out. And she wasn’t stupid, or blind; she knew how much he liked her, understood the way he always looked at her.
Her fingers were working gently to keep him hard as she carefully edged her way down the bed, trying not to wake him, until her face was level with his groin. She lifted his cock with one finger and closed her lips around his knob, tasting his delicious early morning pre-cum as it oozed out.
He was stirring, moaning in his sleep, his body reacting to the stimulation by pushing his groin against her mouth. This was going well, Ankara bayan escort Mya thought, by the time he eventually wakes from his slumber we’ll be fucking, more or less.
Then a phone on the bedside table buzzed and vibrated really loudly, and Rick woke with a start, pulling himself up, so his cock popped right out of her mouth.
“What the…. where…. who…. what was that?” he spluttered.
“Don’t worry honey, it’s just a text. It’s my phone, I’m pretty sure,” she reassured him, reaching out for his cock again.
She shuffled back up and cuddled up to him, wrapped a leg across his and made sure she got her hand back on his cock. She desperately wanted to keep him hard and horny. She pressed her breasts against him and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Surely no man could resist that sort of three-pronged assault the moment he woke up with a hard-on?
Rick did try to make some attempt to protest, but sure enough, he was soon won over by Mya forcing her body onto him. She didn’t want to lose her advantage, so slipped her leg over further, straddling him, nudged his knob against her wet pussy lips and sank down, kissing him passionately all the while. With his cock lodged deep inside her, and with a few pelvic thrusts under her belt, just to avoid any misunderstanding as to her intent, she felt it safe to engage in conversation.
“Morning lover. Glad to see you’re a man who wakes up raring to go. Mmmm….. that feels soooo good, I’m going to fuck your brains out….. nice and slowly to start with…. if that’s okay with you of course?” She giggled as she playfully took his hands and stretched them out above him, as if pinning him down, so her breasts were invitingly just inches in his face. He said nothing but strained to lift his head in order to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, which she took to mean he was happy with that arrangement.
At first, he lay there, letting her ride him, but as he gradually awoke, he became a more active participant, pushing his hips up against her, licking more enthusiastically at her breasts. Then suddenly he grabbed hold of her and flipped her over, managing to stay inside her as he did so. He started to fuck her with long, measured strokes, pulling his cock out almost all the way before driving it back in again, maintaining a smooth, regular rhythm. He was wide awake now, and smiled tenderly down at her, before dipping his head down slowly to take a nipple in his mouth and pulling on it with his lips before letting it go. He did the same to her other nipple then moved back and forth between the two, licking, biting, and sucking on her breasts as he kept fucking her. She was moaning as her nipples became increasingly sensitive under his constant attention.
Just as she thought they couldn’t take any more, he pulled out, manoeuvred her around onto her knees and slipped his cock straight back inside her in one slick move. His pace was faster and harder now, holding on to her hips as he thrust against her ass. She could feel him slapping against her buttocks each time he drove in. She gasped as she felt his thumb pressing against her butthole, stretching and spreading it before it popped right in. He was fucking her relentlessly, probing her arse with his thumb as he did so. She was screaming into the pillows as he piled into her again and again. She felt her orgasm welling up inside her and pushed herself up on her arms as it exploded, throwing her head back and screaming at him.
“Oh fuck yes….. yes, yes… fuck me… fuck me hard….. yes…. oh fuck I’m….. I’m…. I’m… oh my God YESSSSSSSS!!!!!”
She slumped down again, her screams continued but were now muffled by her pillow as wave after wave swept through her body. She thought she felt him explode inside her, but she wasn’t sure. She didn’t care. It felt so fucking good!
XXX
Summer got up to shower while she waited for Mya’s reply. Before they met her, everyone had a preconceived notion of what she looked like, based on her name. Young and innocent looking, long straight blonde hair, blue eyes, and freckles, all natural and free from make-up, was generally the gist of it, like some San Francisco hippy from the seventies. Summer was none of these. Her mother was from Venezuela, and she had definitely given Summer her frizzy shoulder length black hair, big brown eyes and cocoa tinted skin. As she showered, she looked down at her own tattoo and thought back to the vacation, almost seven years ago now, when they had collectively decided that this was a good idea, God knows why.
It had something to do, she recalled, with the fact that a couple of the girls’ boyfriends had recently been unfaithful, and the ensuing group therapy resulted in the quite logical conclusion that all men, no matter how intelligent, were ultimately ruled by their cock. Faced with the prospect of a naked, willing young woman, it was agreed, all reason and logic would invariably betray any man. So even if Escort bayan Ankara he had the chance to earn himself a great prize, like the right to fuck another, equally attractive and willing young woman, he would have no chance of focusing his mind sufficiently in order to solve a simple puzzle in order to win that prize. It was, they all concurred, a universal truth.
Then one of the seven – she couldn’t remember which – had proposed the tattoos. To show how much smarter we are than all those Neanderthal dumbfucks, she had said. By this time, they were all pretty stoned, so the time spent concocting each other’s riddles had flown by. Before they knew it, they were in one of the many tattoo parlours on the Greek holiday island that they were staying on, with the first two of them lying side-by-side having their puzzles inked onto their private parts.
All of the tattoos were relatively simple graphically and done in a jiffy. Running down to the beach they had danced on the sand to the music from one of the bars. The next bit, in particular, was pretty hazy, but somehow they’d found themselves sitting in a circle, reciting some pseudo-spiritual pledge of sisterhood. The rules were arrived at the next day, once they had sobered up but accepted the reality that they were now all owners of rather unconventional tattoos just northeast of their pussies. Most of them were still pretty bullish about the chances of their challenge going unmet by any future male partners, especially those girls recently betrayed, who were at that point the most vehemently anti-men ones in the group.
And to be fair, they had done pretty well. She wasn’t aware of any man having guessed correctly.
Not until today, that is.
XXX
“So, we need to make sure we don’t look like we’re arriving together at work this morning,” she said.
“Why? You embarrassed of me then?” he joked, poking her playfully.
“Too right I am,” she giggled and kissed him quickly on the lips as she plonked more coffee down on the table in front of him.
They were having breakfast in Mya’s living room, sitting close to one another on the sofa. Mya’s early morning lovemaking had proceeded nicely to plan, and they had writhed around, entangled, for the best part of an hour before he had finally cum, shooting his load inside her. An invitation to freshen up together in her wet room had led to further frolicking and foreplay, and to her surprise and delight, he had stiffened up again almost immediately. They had ended up back in bed again, and as a result were now wolfing down hot buttered toast in an effort not to be arriving late, together, at the agency.
“More importantly…… we need to get you to meet the gorgeous Summer.”
“About that whole tattoo riddle thing…..”
“Uh-huh?”
“I’m not so sure I want to meet her. I mean I’m sure she is lovely….”
“She is bloody stunning!…. look, I’ll show you some of her Instagram pics.”
“You don’t have to. That’s not the issue.”
“Then what is?”
“Us.”
“Oh.”
A silence hung in the air. Only a matter of seconds, but it seemed like and age for both of them. Finally, Rick broke it.
“Last night was good, wasn’t it? This morning too? I thought we had something. A real connection. I don’t want to go ruining that for a…. well a quick shag with a complete stranger…. particularly one who is doing it because of some stupid drunken pledge she made seven years ago. I like you, Mya, I like you a lot!” There, he had said it. He was trying to make eye contact, but she was looking away from him.
“I know, and I like you too, but…..”
“Then that’s all that matters isn’t it?” he interrupted.
“….but…. it’s the age difference, it just won’t work.”
“But…. you said enough times last night that I’m in good shape.”
“It’s not that. Your body’s great….. the sex was great….. better than great…. but it’s about the future…. like, my plans for the future.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Kids, okay. It’s about having kids.” He went to say something, but she turned to look him in the eye and put a hand on his, so he let her continue. “I want kids. Not right now, but I figure like maybe about four or five years from now.”
“Uh-huh, and…?”
“….and I’ll be thirty-two, maybe thirty-three. You’ll be, what…. forty-five or six?”
“Yes,” he wasn’t getting her point just yet.
“So when our first child grows up to be….. like, when they’re eighteen…. you’ll be, like, sixty something.”
“I guess…” He still wasn’t quite there.
“And I want two at least, probably three. So another five, six years maybe. When the youngest is eighteen, you’d be almost seventy. And that’s if everything goes to plan. If there’s a delay, if we have to wait, you’ll be even older.” She winced as she said it like she found the idea totally creepy.
“But loads of people are having kids later these days,” he reasoned.
“I know, Bayan escort Ankara I know. But I’m not loads of people. It’s just a real ‘thing’ I have, okay? My parents were old when they had me. Like, everyone thought my grandparents were bringing me up. When I was a teenager they really didn’t understand me, the things I wanted to do, the clothes I wanted to wear, the people I wanted to hang with,” she looked past him as she spoke, clearly reliving bad memories, “I ended up hating them for it.” He could see tears welling up in her eyes. He put his arms around her to comfort her, but she pulled away and got up to pour more coffee from the cafetière.
“But things are different these days; the world’s a different place. And I’m not your parents. C’mon, I work in a web agency, where the average age of the workforce is about twenty-two. I’m down with the kids!” He tried to make a joke to lighten the mood.
“No I get that, but it’s just how I feel, that’s all.”
“But….”
“Listen, can’t you just accept that I don’t want to get involved with an older guy, for fuck’s sake!” She snapped at him, the first time he could ever recall her having done so.
“Okay.” He drained his mug, got up and reached for his jacket, “I’ll set off now, so we won’t arrive together like you said.”
“What about Summer? What do you want me to say to her?”
He gave her no reply, just kept on walking out of the flat.
XXX
Summer was getting worried about Mya. It wasn’t like her to take so long to reply to a text. Of course, she knew that Mya had a man with her, which was a good enough reason to have something other to do than texting. But she also suspected that this was some sort of spur-of-the-moment thing. First off, she would have known if there was someone serious on the scene, as Mya would have told her, but she hadn’t. She also knew that this would have to be Mya’s first time with the guy, as he could only have a guess the first time he saw the tattoo. And the text she got was very late last night, or rather, very early this morning. So….a new guy, quite possibly only met him last night, and got carried away after a heavy drinking session. It was enough for Summer to be concerned about the lack of reply. So eventually she resorted to the nuclear option. She abandoned text and called Mya.
Mya answered on the third ring. “Hi, sweetie! Sorry I didn’t reply. Just enjoying a cheeky spot of early morning sex!” She sounded cheerful.
“So everything’s okay? Are you still with him?”
“Everything’s fine. And no, he’s just left.” Mya chose not to mention the bit about him just storming out, virtually slamming the door on her. She couldn’t really blame him, and it would just paint him in a bad light, which would be unfair.
“So he got it right! So is he smart as well as good in bed, or was it just a lucky guess?”
“No, he’s a bit of a brainbox. He’s got, like, a photographic memory or something; he stores so much information up there.”
“He sounds different to your normal take home dish then?!”
“Cheeky cow!” Mya was laughing, “He’s a very considerate lover, honey. I reckon he’ll be the perfect way for you to move on from Gavin. A night of great, totally no strings attached sex is just what you need!”
Summer had been on and off with ex-boyfriend Gavin for almost two years. After a couple of blazing rows, it was finally over, she thought. But Mya was right, a damn good night of sex with a random guy was probably a great way to finally close it down for good. Sort of a guarantee she wouldn’t be tempted back if he proposed giving it yet another go. And she hadn’t had a great, drama-free fuck for as long as she could remember.
“I think you might be right. And you’re sure you don’t mind? We’ve, like, never been here before, have we? Someone guessing my name, I mean. You sure you feel okay about it?”
“You’d be doing me a favour. I think he wants a bit more from me than I can give. He’s absolutely lovely, but he’s a bit older than us, and you know I have this thing about older men.”
“Shit the bed, Mya! How old is he?! Hey, he’s not the older guy at work you’ve told me about before who’s cute, and you flirt with loads, is he?”
“Yes, that’s him. And he’s forty-two.”
“Hmmm. That’s not actually that old. Just about on the cusp. You know, it could work if you do really like him.”
“Yeah, I know, I thought about that too. But I’d really rather have someone my age. It would just always be nagging away in the back of my head otherwise.”
“Well, if you’re sure it’s okay.”
“I so totally am.”
“Cool. It’s funny. After all these years of sort of dreading it, I’m really looking forward to it. Knowing he’s a nice guy and a good shag, you know, from your, like, ‘review’ of him!” Summer giggled, “I’m getting quite fruity thinking about it. And, we get to swap notes after. We’ve never been able to do that before!”
“Enjoy it, babe. He’s got a lovely cock, and he knows how to use it if you know what I mean. Seriously, the way I see it, if you fuck his brains out, he’s far less likely to worry about wanting anything longer term with me. It’d be finally something really useful this damn tattoo has done for me after all the dramas it’s caused, men sulking, trying to have second guesses, that sort of shit!”