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 **[It's Not Cheating If You Only Look](http://imgur.com/CFJvFN4)**

   by Matthew Myen



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   If this is the first of mine you have read, please read the [first part
of Guilt and
Pleasure](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3shg5r/its_not_
cheating_if_you_dont_touch_fm/) before continuing.

   Well, that first post blew up, didn't it?  I'd just like to thank
everyone for their words of support and encouragement.  If you just read it
and enjoyed it - that's enough for me.

   If you were on the subreddit yesterday, you might have noticed Volume 2
went up and then got deleted.  This was due to a reader asking me to delete
it, as it didn't feel real to him/her.  I believe the reason behind the
disbelief is the way the story is written.  I am a writer, so that is bound
to make its way into this.  I also happen to have had a very active and
disgraceful cheating history, and decided to turn it into a story.  Is it
all true?  Did I actually lose several games of Go Fish to Dan?  I don't
remember, but we were playing Go Fish that night while the others talked
and Jess got ready upstairs.  Did Lily actually switch phones with me and
leave that app open?  Yes.  Some parts are clearer than others, but it all
happened, and is as close to a verbatim retelling of the events as I can
get.  I removed the post because I didn't want to irritate anybody -
honestly I get more out of writing it than I do sharing it.  But in the
last 24 hours I have messaged out 20+ free copies of Volume 2 - which I
don't have the time to do!  So in conclusion, if you don't like my story or
don't believe it - my apologies, and you are welcome not to read it.

   All the best,

   Matthew

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   **Prelude**

   *Plan B (or the `Morning-after pill') is a type of emergency
contraception that can prevent unwanted pregnancy after unprotected sex.*

   It was late.  Late enough that even the semi-nocturnal birds that
roosted in the trees of the park near our townhouse had quit their
trilling. Jessica slept soundly next to me breathing in the slow rhythm of
deep sleep.  My phone glared painfully in the darkness as I browsed
incognito for some statistic that would help me sleep.

   *If taken within 24 hours, Plan B is approximately 95% effective.*

   *Fuck.*

   I wondered if Lily having taken Plan B within 8 hours increased the
efficacy of the drug.  Maybe there was less than a 5% chance I would become
a dad.  The thought was gut-wrenching.  I swear my stomach had been in an
almost constant state of cramping for almost 15 hours.

   Jessica moved, causing me to reflexively lock my phone, but she was just
rearranging in her sleep.  My eyes began to readjust to the darkness. 
She's a great person to sleep next to, Jessica.  Falls asleep in about 10
seconds and is almost impossible to wake, though she does tend to move
around a lot.  Her latest readjustment had resulted in her lying atop the
sheets on her stomach, face towards me and one knee kicked up and over me
so her thigh rested on my crotch.  She was wearing her usual pyjamas,
consisting of a t-shirt and a thong that showed the perfect globes of her
ass; a flimsy yellow thing which was certainly not worth the price Lorna
Jane had charged.  Jessica was beautiful, asleep or awake.  Long eyelashes,
high cheekbones and a delicate little nose.  Like all girls I had met, she
complained of flaws in her body, but I swear I've never noticed them. 
Under a kink in her t-shirt I could see her flat stomach, belly button
pierced and studded.  Her legs always looked smooth, even if she hadn't
shaved them for days, and they seemed to continue on forever.  The gentle
pressure from her thigh was having an effect on me, and I wanted to reach a
hand over her ass to cup it, maybe feel the soft material of the G-string.
But I knew to initiate anything would just annoy her, even if she ended up
complying.

   I just didn't understand it.  If someone I was attracted to woke me up
by feeling my butt or gripping my bits - I'd be happy, not irritated.

   *That's it then, isn't it?  She's not attracted to you.*

   The thought pissed me off, anger replacing some of the guilt.  If that
was true, why would she put us both through the pain of being in a
one-sided relationship?  I wondered what it would be like to be the one who
was exasperated by Jessica's attempts at initiating intimacy.  The perfect
curves of her sleeping hips and ass created the illusion that she was
arched slightly in need.  I wanted to make her feel better than she had
ever felt in her life.  I wanted to grab that thin shield blocking her
vagina and rip them to the side, allowing access by my probing tongue.  I
wanted to make her toes curl, her cunt grinding as she came all over my
face, clenchingI had a mental image of another set of clenching lips, a
white dress scrunched in fist gripped white-knuckle-tight, a cock tip
moistened by hesitant contact and an instinctive retaliatory stroke of
warm, enveloping pleasure.

   Jessica's thigh had risen several inches higher due to my reprehensible
erection.  It was a smooth, warm pressure that, given my thoughts, was
almost enough to make me come all over my stomach.

   If I'm good at anything, it's over-analysing.  I knew I was mad at
Jessica in a bid to alleviate some of my guilt.  I knew the situation I was
in was my fault, and I had to accept responsibility for it.  If I was
unhappy in the relationship, I should have called off the engagement, not
fucked her near-enemy.  Guilt and pleasure fought in me, each battling to
dominate my senses.

   *So, what now?*

   The right thing to do would be to break up with Jessica.  Easy in
theory, but should I tell her the reason or make one up?  The thought of
doing either made me feel sick.  Jessica was my high-school crush, my first
real girlfriend, my first kiss and my deflowerer.  We shared a sense of
humour and I loved her family more than my own.  I didn't want the charade
to end; for her family to know I wasn't who I promised them I was.  I
didn't want to hurt her.

   *This is so shit.*

   I lay like that, thoughts and emotions in turmoil until exhaustion
claimed me and I finally fell asleep.

   **Chapter 1**



   When I woke up late morning, Jessica had already left for the gym.  I
had a vague recollection of a soft kiss on my cheek and a murmured "I love
you;" our daily leave-taking ritual.  As I began to feel guilty, I suddenly
grew fed up with myself.  Deserved or not, guilt wouldn't fix anything.  I
rolled myself out of bed with a groan and headed to our en suite as I
ditched my boxers, flicking them up and catching them.  A steaming hot
shower was called for, and an action plan.

   *Theoretically, I have many options,* I thought to myself while enjoying
the near boiling temperatures cascading down my back.  *But practically, my
choices are limited.*

   And that was true: given the constraints of my personality and values, I
was just not able to make myself do certain things.  Thinking about it in
that context seemed to simplify the mire of decision making I had ahead of
me.

   *First; I have to tell Jessica.  There's no option there.  I don't have
it in me to pretend this never happened.*

   My fist clenched where it was pressed against the glass panel of the
shower, but strangely my trepidation felt muted, as if coming to a
rock-steady decision had helped to stabilise my emotions.  I would need to
come clean with Jessica prior to our wedding in four months' time.  I
nodded, feeling determined, and spent several more minutes listening to the
roar of the water with my forehead pressed against the warm tiled wall.

   *Second; I can't continue our relationship as it was before, even if
Jess feels like forgiving me.*

   My cheating, while deplorable, was the physical manifestation of the
psychological issues in my relationship with Jessica.  Despite earlier
resolutions to the contrary, I was obviously not content to waste my
limited years of virility in a sexual desert.  Further proof of this
presented itself, as if any was needed, as I thought of the possibility
that a certain green-eyed minx might be not 20 feet from me through the
tiled wall I had my head resting on.  Butterflies in my stomach and a
marked increase in my length helped me come to my third resolution, despite
the hilarious water canon of water shooting off my semi-enlarged dick.

   *Third; I can't cheat again.*

   Even as I thought it, it occurred to me how futile those words would be
in my current living situation.  It's not like I hadn't already tried to
resist, and I was pretty sure Lily had too.  Our collective self-control
had lasted a period in excess of two months if you counted all the teasing.
I grinned, vividly remembering a time when Lily had thrown her wet panties
at me after masturbating on the couch.  In the kitchen washing up, I had
been in plain view trying my utmost to scrub an already clean plate.  Lily
doesn't like being ignored so she would up her game if I tried that
particular defence.

   Actually, now that I thought about it, Lily could contribute a bit more
than she had been to help deescalate the situation.  I needed to find a way
to last the remaining four months of our lease without taking another dip
in Lily's pond.

   *How can I make this work?*

   The wrinkles on my fingers told me I had been in the shower for too long
already, so I ended up having to shelve the problem.

   *Maybe Lily will have an idea.*

   I towelled off, got dressed in jeans and a Yoda shirt and then headed
downstairs in search of breakfast.  Peter was already at the kitchen table,
shovelling cereal into his mouth with indecent voracity.

   "Hey man," Peter grinned sloppily at me with his mouth full.  He was a
tall guy, standing about half a foot above me and was definitely more
muscular, though he carried a little bit more body fat.  He had a face I
had heard described as traditionally handsome, with strong jaw and hazel
eyes.  Jessica had confided that she had found him attractive right up
until his personality had completely turned her off.  It was a pretty
common theme with Peter and girls.

   "Morning," I said, not quite meeting his eyes as I made a beeline for
the kitchen.

   We kept our food and drink separate to minimise disagreements.  There
was enough arguing just over the washing up, which we mostly took turns
with.  The dings of the cereal hitting my bowl competed with Peter's loud
munching from the table.

   "Yo," Peter said.  "What are you and Jess doing tonight?  I haven't seen
Dan for a while, and there's no way the Princess bitch will let me hang out
with Dan on my own.  Let's do something as a group."

   The `Princess' Peter referred to was actually named Dan's girlfriend
Emily, and the bitch label was a bit harsh.  Emily took things to extremes.
She was extremely pretty, extremely petite, and extremely fussy.  Being
neighbours as kids, Dan and I effectively grew up together.  It hadn't been
uncommon for my parents to let me stay at his house for days at a time, or
else he would be at mine.  Dan was more like a brother than a best friend,
and if he loved his girlfriend of two years, then so did I, despite any
flaws she might have.

   "I'll check with Jess, but I think we're free.  It'll just have to be an
early one." The thought of spending time with our group of friends was an
attractive one, even if only to give me an opportunity to hang out with
Dan.

   I took my cereal bowl over to the table and sat at the head of the
table. Peter looked up from his bowl at me.

   "Ah yeah, Jess back at work tomorrow?  When are her holidays?"

   "They start next week," I replied, taking a mouthful of my breakfast.

   "Cool.  Listen dude, I've got to head out soon, but see if you can catch
me up in MapleStory today.  We can hit it up tomorrow."

   Yeah, he uses the word `dude'.  Peter could almost be called a jock if
not for his contrasting video game habits.

   "I'll see what I can do.  I have some work to do myself, so I'm not sure
if I'll have the time." MapleStory was the worst grindfest of a game I had
ever touched, but it was fun to play with Peter.

   Peter scoffed.  "You don't work!  You barely leave the house."

   I sighed inwardly.  I saw through his attempted troll immediately, but
it was still tiresome.  Particularly because we had the same conversation a
few times a month.  I said nothing, continuing to eat my cereal as if he
hadn't spoken while staring him in the eyes and chewing ostentatiously.

   He laughed loudly.  "You faggot."

   "Nope," I denied.

   "I can take that for you," another voice said.  I froze.  Lily picked up
Peter's bowl and took it over to the kitchen.  She was wearing her sleeping
gear, grey sweat pants and a white t-shirt with a panda print.  Her dark
hair was tied up in an elegantly mussed pony tail and the sweats showed
some of the curves to her derrière.

   *Stop looking at her ass, idiot.*

   "Hey babe," Peter said as he grabbed his keys and wallet from the table.
"I'm going to invite Dan and his Princess over for dinner tonight.  I need
you to cook something up."

   "Okay," Lily smiled over her shoulder at him.  "How about steak?"

   "Nah, Make it something with chicken, you're better at that.  I've gotta
run." Peter went over and kissed Lily before heading to the door.  I stared
at my spoon, chewing the last mouthful of my cereal and imagining the look
on Jess' face if I told her to cook dinner and implied she was shit at
steak.  "See ya later man," Peter directed at me as he shut the door.  Then
I heard a muffled shout come through the door.  "Don't forget MapleStory!"

   A minute passed, the silence stretching out in the room and pressing on
my ears.  I looked up.

   Lily met my eyes as she leaned back against the kitchen counter, a small
secretive smile on her lips.  Her slight build looked gorgeous even in her
comfort wear, modest breasts pushing out the panda on her shirt.  I
wondered what her nipples looked like.  Just making eye contact was enough
to resurrect the butterflies in my stomach.  We had some serious chemistry.

   "How are you feeling?" Lily asked me, coming over to take my empty bowl.

   I raised my hand to ward her off.  "You don't need to do that-"

   "I want to," she retorted, deftly extracting my bowl from around my
blocking arm.  "It makes me happy." She returned to the sink and turned on
the tap.

   I sighed, leaning back in my chair.  "Well, thank you.  And I'm okay
thanks.  How are you?"

   "Gooood!" she answered brightly, starting to hum to herself as she
finished the washing up.

   *She's in a good mood today.*

   I didn't want to ruin the amiable atmosphere, but we really needed to
talk about what had happened the previous day.

   "Lily," I began.

   "Hang on," she interrupted.  She gave the bench a couple of sprays with
a multi-cleaner and wiped it down, washing her hands for good measure. 
Coming over to the table, she pulled out a chair opposite me and sat down
after pulling her phone out of her back pocket and laying it down.  A
caseless Galaxy S5 for those curious, the exact same black model I own. 
She brushed back a stray hair then smiled at me expectantly.  "Okay," she
said, leaning toward me ever so slightly and placing her delicate hands on
the table.  I noticed she had painted her fingernails a light blue.

   "About our..." I fumbled for the right word.  "Accident."

   "Yes?" Lily smiled sweetly, looking up at me.

   *Fuck.*

   "What are you going to do?" I asked her.

   That caused her smile to fade.  I missed it as soon as it was gone.

   "I don't know.  I was up most of the night thinking about it though."

   "You and me both," I said with a grimace.

   "I did decide something though," she continued, and for some reason I
felt my pulse begin to quicken.

   "Oh yeah?"

   "I'm not going to overthink it," she stated.  Her eyes looked quite
determined.  "I know you probably already have, but you have to admit you
feel something for me."

   "I obviously think you're hot," I replied, and Lily smiled like a cat
that had just caught its first mouse.  "But that doesn't mean what we did
was right, and it definitely doesn't mean it should happen again.  You
don't want to hurt Peter, do you?"

   She looked at me, all traces of mirth gone.  Her green eyes seemed to
ask a question, her expression one of conflict.  "I suppose not," she
finally said, leaning back against the chair and crossing her legs and
arms.

   I nodded sadly.  "We have four months left of this lease and we have to
decide how and when to tell our partners what happened."

   "You're assuming I *want* to tell Peter," she stated flatly.

   "Well, don't you?" I asked.

   She just looked at me.  This was getting uncomfortable.

   "Look, aren't you pissed off at Jessica at all?" Lily asked after a
time. Her voice sounded a bit heated.  "She's such a dick tease, the way
she walks around showing off her ass in those tights.  And then she doesn't
even give you any!"

   It was odd hearing my own thoughts come out of Lily's mouth and my I had
to restrain myself from immediately agreeing with them.

   "She does have her good points, Lil," I reasoned.  "You never really
gave her a chance."

   "Hah!  Fuck that.  She never gave me a chance." She looked amused.  "Do
you know how many times I tried to be nice to her?"

   I shook my head, not wanting to head down that particular road.  I had
heard too much of it from the other side of the conflict to think I could
make them friends, a laughable concept now, given what had happened between
me and Lily.

   "Matt, she doesn't care about you," said looked at me imploringly. 
"Can't you see that?"

   Now that was plain wrong.  "You don't know what you're talking about. 
What about the way Peter treats you?  What was that shit about the steak?"

   "Mm maybe we're both a little stupid." Her grin was back, her green eyes
staring straight into mine.  I heard the car next door start, the owners
leaving for work.

   "Did you know you're bigger than Peter?" she asked suddenly.

   "I- what?" I spluttered.

   "Yeah, quite a bit bigger.  Peter was my first so I've never had
anything to compare to before."

   I felt the blood rush to my face.  "Lily, this is *exactly* the kind of
talk we need to avoid."

   *I'm bigger?*

   She looked at me in silence for a moment, and then spoke with a
completely straight face.  "You stretched my little hole."

   I started laughing, hard.  I couldn't help it, and she lost her deadpan
face after a second and joined in.  She had a rich, musical laugh.

   "There," she gasped for air.  "Doesn't that feel better?  Stop taking
things so seriously." She reached over and patted my hand where it rested
on the table top.

   I finally stopped laughing, wiping my eyes.  It felt good to laugh at
something.

   We smiled at each other, feeling the earlier tension evaporate.

   "Alright *dude,*" she said with a mocking emphasis on the `dude'.  "If
you want to avoid any more...  accidents with me, I'll help you do that."

   "Thanks Lily," I said with gratitude.  "I've got some work to do.  Just
let me know if you need any help with the dinner tonight."

   I got up from the table and entered the computer room, feeling more than
a little bit better about the whole situation.

   **Chapter 2**

   *Btzz*

   My phone lit up.  I glanced down from the work I was doing on my PC,
glad for a distraction.  It was a message from Lily.

   *How's the work going?*

   I typed a quick reply, then chucked my phone back on the desk.  I really
did have work to do, though maybe Lily needed some help with dinner.  It
didn't feel right letting her do all the cooking, so I'd been listening for
her to start cooking so I could go in and help.

   *Btzz*

   *Could use some help.  Come up?*

   I looked at my phone, puzzled.  I turned off my music and put my
headphones down on my mouse pad, pushing out from the desk.  We did keep
some extra chairs upstairs, Lily was probably trying to bring them down so
we'd have enough outdoor seating for tonight.  I ascended the staircase -
slowly; I've learnt my lesson about running up them.  The landing had four
closed doors.  The guest bathroom, the guest bedroom, and Peter and Lily's
room and my room.  The only time I had been in Peter and Lily's room was
once a few weeks prior, when I had succumbed to my curiosity and
investigated what Lily had been doing, alone in her room.

   "Lily?" I asked loudly.

   "In here," came the dampened reply from her and Peter's room.

   I hesitated briefly, but there was no reason I shouldn't at least open
the door.  I was in control of myself and Lily had agreed to help me.  I
had just touched the cool handle, when suddenly there was a grating sound
behind and below me.

   *A key in the front door!*

   I jerked away from the handle as if burned, looking left and right for
somewhere to hide before I realised I hadn't done anything wrong.  I turned
from Peter and Lily's room then entered my own, silently shutting the door
with two hands.

   Jessica came straight upstairs and entered our room, shutting the door
behind her.

   She looked at me disconcertedly.  "What you doing, babe?"

   I was stretched out on the bed as casually as I could manage, lying
belly down and browsing Reddit.

   "Taking a break," I said.

   "From what?" she laughed.  "Have you done anything today?" Unlike Peter,
Jessica understood what I did for a living and rarely complained about my
hours.  I earned more than she did, so there wasn't really much for her to
be upset about.

   "Yeah, I've done a bit of work.  I'm not feeling particularly energetic
today."

   It occurred to me then that Jessica could help me keep my morning
resolutions.  If we had sex, it'd be so much easier to resist Lily.

   "Tell me about it.  You looked exhausted this morning so I went to gym
on my own." Jessica put her bag down, sliding it into our wardrobe.  I took
the opportunity to examine her assets.  The globes of her butt were clad so
tightly by her leggings that she might as well have been naked, though I
couldn't see the thong she undoubtedly wore underneath.  She didn't look
like someone who had pushed through a workout, with her brown hair held
back by a tie and not a strand out of place.  She looked as beautiful as
ever in a bright pink tank top that showed how flat her stomach was.  She
pretty much only used the machines at the gym and never so much as broke a
sweat - but god damn it worked for her.

   "Welcome home," I smiled at her.  I stood up and went over to kiss her.
Ever since our mutual first kiss, Jessica had been a great kisser, if
sometimes lacking a bit of passion.  I kissed her gently at first, then a
bit more insistently as I communicated my need.  It felt like an honour
just to lock lips with Jess.  I ran a hand slowly down her back, cupping
the firm roundness of her ass.  She tensed a little, obviously wondering if
I wanted sex.

   A spark of anger flared in my head, and I controlled it as best I could.
*Of course I fucking want sex.*

   I pushed back, holding her gently at arm's length and looking at her.

   "What's wrong?" I asked.

   "Nothing," she lied.

   *This shit again.*

   "It's been a while since you initiated," I said in a carefully
controlled tone.  "And even though I don't really want to initiate and get
rejected, someone has to try."

   "I just got back from gym," she said, as if that was a reason.  She
wasn't meeting my eyes.

   I thought of, and discarded, several dozen replies ranging from bitter
to downright mean.  Not having anything constructive to say, I clamped my
mouth shut and sat down on the bed again, waiting for her to make the next
move.

   She went into the bathroom and closed the door.  I heard the shower
start.  I don't know why I was disappointed or surprised, but I was both.
If she had said that she felt stinky or unclean and wanted to shower first,
or invited me into the shower where I would have gladly washed her, I'd
have been fine.  The reality was that there was **always** a reason *not*to
have sex.  Someone might hear.  Too tired.  Need to leave soon.  Just got
dressed.  Occasionally the reasons were good ones - hell, this latest one
might even be a good one - but I knew that there would be no initiation
from her later, no reciprocation of my affection.

   *Fuck this!*

   I remembered that Lily needed some help carrying chairs downstairs, so I
decided to go and do that.  I left the room quietly and knocked on Peter
and Lily's door.

   "Who is it?" Lily enquired.

   I opened the door and walked into the room, almost wanting to walk in on
something inappropriate.  The bedroom was as clean as it had been during my
espionage a few weeks prior, only a few discarded pieces of clothing and
magazines on the ground near the bed.  Noon-day light from outside filtered
through the closed blinds that covered the window, making bright patterns
over the bed.  I quickly squeezed my eyes shut.

   *Don't think about what you just saw.*

   "Hey you," Lily said, too loudly.

   "*Shhh!  Jess is right next door!*" I hissed, fumbling behind me and
shutting the door.  While her words had been innocuous, the way they were
delivered made them scandalous.  I kept my eyes closed as I turned back
towards her voice.

   "Get out your cock," she demanded fiercely.  The words were scandalous
now, but at least she sounded a bit quieter.

   I violently shook my head, knowing I should be annoyed but somehow
struggling to feel anything but gratified by her tenacity.  Can you
seriously blame me?

   "Lily!  I thought we agreed that the stairs were an accident best
forgotten!" Almost against my will, my eyes opened.

   Lily lay on her and Peter's wide queen-sized bed, butt scooted forward
so it was lined up with the end.  Sunlight, broken up into bars of
illumination by the blinds, gave Lily's body a lined decoration and glinted
off her belly button piercing.  Her feminine legs were splayed as wide as
could be and her feet rested with toes curled over the end of the mattress.
It was a testament to the tightness of this girl's pussy that I could only
*just* see the inside of her vagina given how widespread she was for me. 
And speaking of wide...

   "You walked in on me, mister," Lily grinned widely, showing a perfect
set of teeth (it's hard to fuck up teeth yet at her age) and her green eyes
glittered with mischief.

   She pushed down with her heels, stretching languorously and somehow
managed to weave in a pseudo-thrust to the movement.  "Besides, I didn't
say you could fuck me again!  Or at all for that matter.  Now that I think
about it, do you think what happened on the stairs counts as rape?"

   I leaned back against the door.  "*You* pushed back on *me,*" I
protested weakly.  It was the first time I had seen her naked.  Her head
rested on a pillow, chestnut brown hair splayed about her and a hard,
blazing look on her face.  My eyes followed the curve of her shoulders down
to her breasts, a decent handful with small pink nipples on equally small
areolas.  Her stomach didn't have the toned density of Jessica's, but Lily
didn't need abs.  In fact, they would have detracted from her
girl-next-door charm.  Her labia glistened wetly and I could make out her
clitoris peeking from above.

   She moved one delicate hand to cover up her crotch, pressing the heel of
her palm into her mound while her blue coloured fingernails disappeared
below her ass.  Her expression was one of pure lust.

   "I just," she said with clenched teeth as she thrust upward into her
hand, her hips lifting off the bed.

   "Want" she ground down, back arching.

   "To see it," she finished, slowly pulling her fingers back up and over
her slit to tease herself.  Then she licked them.  Her eyes never left my
own.

   *You have got to be kidding me.*

   Standing there in front of this girl on heat, who was literally begging
to see my cock as she masturbated, I suddenly had an epiphany.  It wasn't
really the forbidden nature of cheating that aroused me.  It wasn't that
she was younger and it wasn't that she had an ass worthy of someone who, at
least occasionally, does squats.  No, the reason I had my belt in my hands
was that she craved my cock.  The reason my belt was now undone and my
zipper on its way is that Jessica looked at my cock with either tolerance
or disgust, but never like Lily did.  This girl licked her lips as my jeans
opened to reveal the head of my rock hard dick poking above the waistband
of my boxers.  This girl actually placed her hands on the inside of her
thighs, fingernails marking skin in anticipation.

   I sighed.  "Just a peak - and *no* touching." Lily's relieved smile made
my chest warm.  I thumbed my boxers down, completely revealing my throbbing
hard-on to Lily's hungry eyes.  She seemed to shudder, her fingers
immediately returning to their moist playground.

   "I'm not going to last long," Lily groaned.  Suddenly she stopped
touching herself, rolling to side of the bed.  Reaching down, she came back
up with her purple dildo.  She resumed her spreadeagled position and didn't
waste any time, running the tip of the silicone phallus through her juices
to lubricate it before pressing it against her opening.  There was
resistance, but slowly the head pushed into her tightness, lips stretching
tight around the cockhead.  Lily bit her lower lip, moaning her desire, all
the while raking her eyes over my lowers abdominals, a visual caress that
took in the length gripped loosely in my shaking hand and the heavy balls
full of cum beneath.  I hadn't started stroking yet, in part due to fear of
Jessica's presence so close by, but mostly I was just as a deer in the
headlights before this ludicrously sexual woman.  She continued to push the
dildo inside herself and just when I thought she had come to a stop, she
adjusted her grip, moving her hold to the flat bottomed suction cap. 
Breathing heavily, Lily pushed the rest of the cock inside her, just the
balls and base remaining to my view.  Just under the silicone base I could
clearly make out her puckered little asshole.

   "Do it," Lily begged.

   "Show off," I muttered accusingly, finally relenting and starting to
stroke my hardness in a slow rhythm, pushing the soft skin forward and
pulling it back to expose a swollen cockhead.

   "Yess," she urged, starting to grind her hips up and down.  "I'm going
to cum, *don't stop.*" Her vertical movements caused some of the cock to
come back into view, glistening in the slatted light from the blinds, but
most of it stayed inside.  The academic side of me expressed surprise at
this development, as I expected her to completely pull out the dildo and
fuck herself.  I realised that she must be fucking her G-Spot.  The
blue-painted fingers on her free hand moved to her clitoris, pressing with
force as they moved in hard little circles, slowly picking up speed until
she was panting and nigh on losing motor control.  My head felt light, my
cock raging hard and a pre-climax rush of blood made my legs feel weak. 
Lily's butt muscles suddenly seized up, cramping with the force of her
orgasm and she cried out briefly before she managed to stifle herself by
biting on the fist that had been holding the dildo.  Her other hand
continued to move slowly on her hard little nub, the silicone cock thrust
to the hilt inside her cunt.  Her slender legs and ass continued to visibly
alternate between tense contraction and trembling flaccidity.  Already on
the edge of orgasm, the sight was too much for me, and as I came I realised
I had no exit plan; what the fuck was I going to do with my cum?

   I groaned in panicked ecstasy.  "*I'm cumming Lily!*"

   To this day I have no idea how she did it.  One moment Lily was prone
and looking like coordinated movement of her faculties was never going to
happen again.  The next, she was on her knees before me, mouth open, tongue
out, head tilted back and bright green eyes looking up at me and my fist
encircling my member.  I didn't have time to react, and I'm not sure I
would have moved away if I could have.  In an iron-hard grip I pumped my
fist.  My balls and butt clenched, a wave of hot semen erupting from my
pulsating cock to land across Lily's waiting chin and lips, a small amount
falling to her tongue.  Her chest heaved with passion, and as a second wave
of my cum boiled up, Lily practically fell forward to enclose her pretty
pink lips around my end.  Her tongue pressed a semi-circle against the
sensitive underside of my engorged head and fireworks exploded in my brain.
Instead of chocking as the rope of cum absolutely coated the back of her
throat, Lily gripped my ass and pulled, causing me to thrust my cock
forcefully, deep into her warmth.

   For just a moment, I felt powerful; like this girl was fucking
worshipping my cock and I owned the world because of it.

   I felt her fingernails impinging on my butt cheeks as I let her pull me
further, feeling myself breech that special threshold of tightness that
marks the transition from mouth to throat.  I bottomed out, Lily's cute
nose sucking in air while pressed into the sparsely kempt hair down there.
I grunted as she tried to swallow my cock, and instead swallowed a good
portion of my sticky load.  She finally came up for breath, looking up at
me with wide, watery eyes.  My cock lay like a shushing finger across her
closed and smiling lips, the final after-shocks of my orgasm pushing out a
few more oozes of cum which she collected with her pink tongue and
swallowed.  I caught a glimpse of something colourful beneath her and
realised that the silicone cock must still be pressed into her cunt.

   Her green eyes flickered to the door, bringing me crashing back to
reality.  I hurriedly turned to side, causing my already shrinking dick to
streak across her blushing cheek before being collected and stuffed into my
boxers.  As I left the room, I distinctly heard Lily, her voice pitched
low.

   "Yum."

   **Chapter 3**

   *Is it possible to fall in love with someone purely based on sex?*

   I shook my head in disbelief, watching Lily chat animatedly with Peter
and Emily in the kitchen while she put the finishing touches on dinner. 
She was barefoot in a short black dress with pleated skirt held up by thin
straps over her shoulders.

   *Don't be stupid, Matt.  It's not love.  It's probably just honeymoon
period lust.*

   I did find myself caring for Lily, but I'm not sure it was entirely the
sexual tension between us.  We had come to know each other better in the
past couple of months than we ever had in the years of our friendship
prior, and there was a lot more to her than I had originally thought.  Lily
laughed at something Emily had said, her beautiful green eyes crinkling at
the edges as she looked down at the shorter girl.  Lily isn't that tall,
but it's not hard to be taller than Emily who stands a bit over 5'3 and is
curvier than both Lily and Jessica by a fair margin.  I've already
described her as a princess, but she really only fits that bill in
personality and possibly her porcelain skin tone, reminiscent of the
maidens of yore.  Tonight she was wearing a flowered sun-dress with a pale
blue background and strappy sandals.  A low neckline displayed her pale
skinned D cup breasts to great advantage in my opinion, yet tonight my eyes
were all for Lily.

   "You alright man?" The question came from Dan, sitting opposite me at
the dining table.  Dan was of a height with me and had been mistaken for my
brother in the past, but no set of brothers I knew meshed as seamlessly as
we did.

   I had been alternating looks between the phone in my hand and Lily all
night, thinking.  I was beginning to feel a bit hard done by, dealing with
Lily.  Give me your classic cheating seductress any day - maybe a co-worker
who gives you flirty looks or a particularly nice set of breasts in a
push-up bra.

   *I would have been able to laugh in the face of your average
adulteress,* I thought sourly.  Oddly enough, my guilt had dwindled to a
speck of what it had been.  Maybe I had just exhausted that emotion for the
day.

   "Yeah, all good.  Just thinking."

   Dan leaned in close.  "You're checking out Lily," he whispered
conspiratorially.

   "I'm not," I replied, maybe a bit too quickly.

   "Heh." Dan sounded amused as he looked at me sceptically.

   *Easy for you to say Dan.*

   I looked back at the phone in my hand, at the shifting swirls of pink
and purple graphics making up the splash screen of the app I had open. 
**`We connect.'**

   Not my app.  Not my phone.  And sure as hell not my vibrator which was
presumably resting in its off position under that black dress Lily was
wearing.  I wasn't sure exactly when Lily had made the switch with my phone
- having the exact same Galaxy model, I hadn't realised until I habitually
checked my screen for notifications shortly before Dan and Emily arrived.
`We connect' is an unobtrusive enough name I suppose, but I didn't need to
Google the app to guess at its function.  The home screen had 9 different
modes including wave, bounce and crest.

   "Hah!  Whatever Emily, you'd love it there." Peter's voice rung loud as
he reached to the top of the pantry to get spices down for Lily.  We had
some background music playing to bridge any gaps in conversation but with
Peter around it wasn't really needed.

   "Excuse me.  You don't know what I love," Emily replied, but hid a smile
in her wine glass as she took a sip.  "You could learn something from Dan.
He always takes me places *I* love."

   "Fuck that Emily," Peter scoffed.  "A relationship needs give as well as
take, you know."

   Emily laughed.  "Yep!  He gives, I take." She threw a loving glance
Dan's direction.

   "I live to serve," Dan said blithely.  He picked up the deck of cards in
front of him, beginning to shuffle.

   "Game?" he suggested to me.

   "Sure," I said a bit absently.  I traced my thumb over the volume rocker
on the phone I held under the table.

   As Dan began to deal, Jessica came down around the bend in the stairs.

   "You want in, Jess?" Dan asked, turning around to look at her.

   Jessica shook her head.  "Hey Dan!  No thanks." She continued over to
the kitchen to give Emily a welcome hug.  My eyes involuntarily surveyed
her behind, but she was just wearing a pair of loose fitting shorts
tonight. Jess has great legs, but I think it should be a criminal offence
when she covers up that ass.

   The conversation in the kitchen continued on as everyone caught up with
each other's lives, and I lost several rounds of go fish to Dan.  I
considered trying one of the vibration modes at my fingertips.  There was
little chance Lily had accidently switched our phones, leaving the app open
for me to find, but I was very conscious of the potential consequences of
the situation.

   It was Dan's turn.  As he considered his options, I glanced under the
table and lined up my thumb over the *Wave* button.  My heart began to
race.

   Lily remained leaning next to Emily, both of them laughing with Jessica
and Peter.  I pressed down with my thumb, feeling the haptic feedback
register my input.

   Absolutely nothing happened.  "Go fish," I said, responding to Dan's
prompt.  I surreptitiously shifted to see the phone in my hand.  The screen
had changed, now displaying two graded level sliders: `External Clitoral'
and `Internal G-Spot', both of which were set to **0.** I breathed out,
smiling like an idiot and realising I had been holding my breath.

   I took my turn, successfully nabbing a card I needed from Dan.  Lily
looked fantastic tonight; dignified and untouchable in her midnight dress.
Her slender arms extended back to either side, palms pressing into the
marble surface to support her as she lounged against the counter.  Her
shapely thighs, which were partly visible under the pleated skirt of her
dress, wouldn't have been touching each other at all; not with her bare
feet shoulder width apart on the white tiled floor.  I pressed the **+**
button on the "External Clitoral" slider and the meter shifted to a **1.**

   The effect was immediate and almost imperceptible.  I would have missed
it if I hadn't been watching for it.  Lily shifted her weight slightly, her
head half turning towards me at the table before returning to look at
Emily.

   *Oh my god.*

   I felt myself growing hard and hid my readjustment by moving my chair
closer to the table.

   *That little minx!*

   Under the table, I pressed the same button a couple more times.  Lily's
toes flexed against the tiles and I saw a pinkness start to suffuse her
cheeks.  She was doing a good job of maintaining normal conversation and I
found myself wanting to see how far I could push this.

   "Go fish," Dan said to me, and I drew a card from the top of the deck.

   "Man you guys are gay," Peter exclaimed loudly from the kitchen.  "Why
don't you marry him instead, Matt?" The girls all looked over at us and I
pressed the hidden phone to the far side of my leg.

   "I considered it, but I couldn't quite get past the penis thing." I
answered with a serious expression.  The girls laughed and Peter grinned.

   "It's a shame," Dan agreed.  "Neither of us wanted the sex change
operation.  We're hetero life partners."

   "Hetero life partners," I echoed in agreement.  Lily was smiling at me
in a distracting way.  The others changed the topic to work, and after a
minute Lily returned to their conversation.

   I increased her clit vibration to **6** and turned the G-Spot vibration
to **3.**

   Lily gasped, hiding it poorly in a laughing fit.  Her thighs pressed
tightly together and she had progressed from leaning slightly on the
counter to downright buckling against it.  I grinned at my cards as Emily
got caught up in her hysteria and they both descended into fits of giggles.
Jessica looked on, her face expressionless, and Peter was stirring a pot in
the corner.  Finally the girls began to catch their breath, Lily now
noticeably shifting from foot to foot.  My cock was now fully erect and
pressed against my lower stomach, thankfully restrained by my waistband and
hidden by my shirt.  Dan was talking to me, asking me something, but I was
straining to hear Emily and Lily's conversation over the background music
and I didn't hear him.

   "Do you need to pee?" Emily laughed.  "Just go!"

   "Hahah- y-yes, I thin- I think I do" she replied, her speech still
interrupted by gasps.

   I locked the Galaxy and pocketed it.  "Be right back," I said to Dan,
sliding back my chair and walking to the stairs.  I took them two at a time
and went into the guest bathroom at the top of the stairs, leaving the
light off.  I moved behind the door and pulled it towards myself until it
hit my shoes.  In the darkness I could hear the subdued ambience and
conversations downstairs, my own ragged breathing loud and uncontrollable.
The door moved away from me as Lily entered the bathroom, shutting the door
and flicking on the light.  She walked to the basin next to the shower and
placed her hands on it, bending over towards the mirror.  Had her dress
been tight the posture would have pulled her dress up, but given its
pleated skirt all it did was accentuate the curvature of her spine and hips
and it was the sexiest stance I had ever seen.

   Lily's reflected eyes watched me intensely, waiting.  I covered the
distance between us in two strides.  I lifted my shaking hand up under her
ass to grip one warm curve, squeezing it firmly, feeling the overflowing
wetness that had run to her innermost thigh.  My fingertips extended
between her legs and up, pressing against lace, and I moved my other hand
to raise her dress.  Beneath the dark fabric of her skirt Lily was wearing
lacy black panties, the intricate patterns that covered her mound feeling
both rough and warm to my touch.  A vibrating bump met my hand, only adding
to its wobble.

   "There are condoms in my room," she said simply.

   I withdrew my hand; needing both thumbs to jerk down her panties, and
she kept her legs spread to maintain them as a lacy bridge between her
thighs.  Kneeling on one knee, I pulled the vibrator from its quivering
home, causing Lily to moan softly.  I dropped it on the bath mat next to
us. The device was pink, soaking wet, U-shaped and could simultaneously
stimulate a girl inside and out.  And at the moment, I didn't give a shit
that it might be making vibrations through the floor of the bathroom.  Lily
breathed heavily, her swollen cunt in my face, her hips already thrusting
in need.  My hearing strained but I couldn't hear any change in the sounds
downstairs that would indicate we were missed, and we had only been gone
about a minute.  I stood up, then released my cock from my underwear to
grip it in thumb and fingers.  I slowly ran the engorged head up and down
Lily's puffy lips.  Then with one forward thrust of my unprotected shaft, I
stretched Lily's pussy around me, the pinkness of her labia gripping me
with welcome.  Lily gasped as I felt the velvety heat of her vagina running
down my shaft and tingles ran up my spine.

   "You fucking tease," I growled, grabbing her hips over her dress and
pushing her forward off my dick.  I felt the relatively cool air of the
bathroom come in contact with my cock, dampened as it was with Lily's
juices.  Not hesitating for an instant, I rammed her full again.

   "Fuck me," Lily spat through clenched teeth.  Her left hand scrabbled at
the basin before her, knocking the soap container into the sink, attempting
to steady herself as she reached between her legs with her right hand.  Her
fingers felt at the sides of my raw thickness as it stretched her tight
hole.  "Use me!" She moaned quietly.  I pulled her hips hard, the straps of
her stress pressing into her shoulders as I thrust rapidly in and out of
her gripping cunt.  I couldn't feel the soft touch of her fingers on my
shaft as she guided our union, but they provided drastic spikes of
knee-buckling pleasure at regular intervals when they brushed against my
sensitive cockhead.  Given our height differences my cock was angled down,
each forceful entry pushing the smooth underside of my manhood gliding
along the ventral curve of Lily's tunnel.  As I felt my orgasm building, I
drove the fat head of my cock over the soft ribbing that marked Lily's
G-Spot - not to cause her pleasure, but to hasten my own release.  I was
beyond thinking about her pleasure.  Beyond anything but the primitive need
to ejaculate, and I think Lily sensed it as she willingly submitted to my
furious fucking.  She was panting now, unable to keep up with the pace of
my thrusts.  All she could do was brace herself as my cock swelled within
her, increasingly larger and larger until I tipped over the edge.  I moved
a hand to grip the back of her neck, pulling, hot cum spurting into her
depths.  I continued to fuck her even as we became excessively slippery,
lubricated by the ever rising volume of semen coating her insides.  I
slowed as the final aftershocks of orgasm wracked my body, half leaning
into Lily in order to stay on my feet.  The bathroom echoed with our
combined puffing as we struggled to repay our oxygen debt.

   How long had we been gone from downstairs?  5 minutes?  I quickly
extracted myself from Lily's loosened cunt and she stood up straight,
immediately beginning to check her make up in the mirror.  Ignoring the
globs of cum dripping into her panties, Lily pulled them up, briefly
revealing her ass as the skirt of her dress rose, then fell.

   "Better go," I whispered.

   Lily nodded at me in the mirror, looking kind of out of it with her
chestnut hair out of place and bright eyes a bit glazed.  I quickly left
the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.  The landing was weakly
illuminated by the lights downstairs and I could hear Peter telling a loud
story.  As I started down the stairs, a noise made me whip around, heart
leaping to my throat.  Shadows shifted as a figure moved from the darkness
of the spare room onto the dimly lit landing.  It was Dan.

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**Afterword:**
If you would prefer to read on an e-Reader such as Kindle - or if you'd
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(most of my spare time is going into writing this up), there is a small
sneak preview of the events of Volume 3 contained within the Volume 2

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   Matthew Myen