I step out of the bathroom for the umpteenth time, heading to the living room. Julia, Stephanie, and Nico sip coffee. They’ve saved me a cup. Sweet. We chat about Steph’s boyfriend Thomas, his paranoia. I smirk inside—he’s half right. Steph calmed him with Julia’s help. My mind races to filthy thoughts.
Nico excuses himself. Off to see a friend. Two hours tops, around 5:30 PM. I’ll stick around with Julia’s okay. Steph’s heading out soon. He leaves, says hi to her sleeping guy.
The Awakening
Just us girls now. Girl talk. No sex chatter for once. Rare with Julia. She asks about yesterday and today. I grin: ‘Took it full up the ass. Satisfied.’ She laughs. Steph’s stunned by her man’s performance. Was it planned? Julia dodges, asks our take. ‘You’re a total slut,’ I say. She jokes back.
Steph probes: drugs? Julia laughs it off—habit. I back her: vacations with her turned me insatiable too. Steph: ‘Efforts to tone it down this weekend?’ We banter. Half hour later, Steph checks time—nearly 7. Grabs her guy, they bail. Thanks for the wild weekend.
Alone with Julia. Empty vibe. I’m wiped. She purrs: ‘All that got me horny. You?’ Unbelievable. ‘You never stop?’ She quips: ‘One week a month.’ I tease pregnancy boosts libido. She pauses. Nico and her thinking marriage, kids. Serious Julia? Then her eyes ignite. ‘Make me cum with your tongue?’ I joke back but no urge. Overdosed on sex. Mentally fried.
She offers apero instead. Whiskey Coke, light. We talk future. She hints at bachelorette gangbang. Door opens—Nico back early. With Ludo, his buddy. Tall, blond, ripped. We know him vaguely. Aperos flow. Julia stands before them: ‘I’m horny, she’s tired.’ Kneels, gropes cocks through pants.
I suggest PlayStation to cockblock. She glares. No dice. She frees their dicks. Nico semi-hard. Ludo’s stiff, throbbing. She devours Ludo’s, strokes Nico. Flickers of heat stir in me. Forbidden watch. I read TV mag aloud—seafood recipes. She snaps: ‘Taste July’s mussels?’ Laughs erupt.
The Act
Nico kneels, slams into her pussy. She moans, sucks harder. Ludo groans: ‘Gonna spray your face!’ Jets of thick cum blast her head. He roars. Nico pounds. She cleans Ludo, keeps riding.
She flips, offers ass to Ludo. He licks her holes. She jerks Nico. Sits on Ludo’s cock—anal plunge. Nico face-fucks. Then double: Nico in pussy. She screams, face cum-glazed. They roar five minutes.
Nico pulls, she sucks. More cum on face. Ludo flips her, unloads lighter spurts. Face pure white. They shower. Nico snaps pics—her provocateur gaze.
Ludo offers games. Too late. Julia: ‘She’s pouting.’ ‘Wash up.’ She teases: ‘Don’t like me cum-covered?’ Shower. Returns in sheer pareo. Wet hair, sparkling eyes. Stunning. We stare. Heat builds—I crave her now.
Trinque. Silence. I kiss her cheek. Impulse. Falling? She: ‘Love you too.’ Guys laugh crude. Joy floods me. Secret thrill lingers—the forbidden high of her raw excess.