Misc. Erotica Double Trouble

"It's over," Angela said.

"What?" I asked. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had slept almost all day Sunday so I didn't hear from Robin or Angela that day. I had been about to head out to work on Monday morning and there was Angela on my doorstep telling me that Robin didn't want to see me anymore.

"That's what she said," Angela said. "I'm sorry, John. She told me you failed the test. It's a big game to her."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked Angela, raising my voice in anger.

"Hey, don't shoot the messenger," she said.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "I'm sorry. Angela, please tell me what this is all about," I said. I was hurt and confused.

"She said you got too possessive and she needed to be free," Angela said.

I was devastated. Too possessive? I may have projected my feelings more than I had intended, but I didn't think I had been possessive at all. Of course, I was starting to second-guess everything I had done with Robin.

"Don't feel too bad," Angela said. "She has dumped lots of guys."

I felt ill. I knew she had seen a lot of guys before me. I could have kicked myself for being such a fool as to think I was anything special.

"Oh, and she wanted me to tell you that she doesn't like all the negative emotions, so please don't call her," Angela told me. "She said that it's better this way. Anyway, she changed the number on her cell, just as a precaution."

That's when I started to get angry. Did she think I was going to call her day and night, begging for her to give me another chance? She didn't have to change her fucking number.

I pulled out my phone and hit speed dial six. Yes, I had put her on my speed dial. I immediately heard a sound that chilled me to the bone. "The number you have dialed has been disconnected or is no longer in service." I hung up my phone and stuffed it back in my pocket. I refused to shed a tear. Well, at least not in front of Angela.

"For what it's worth," Angela said. "I liked you."

With that, she turned and walked back down the path to the street. She got in her car and drove away. I watched her go.

Going back in the house I realized that I only had a few minutes to get to work. There was too much going on there for me to call in sick, so I went. I tried to block out everything and concentrate on my work. Lunchtime was the hardest.

When I got back home that night I sat on the couch. I sat there for a few hours. I thought back on every moment I had spent with Robin; on every phone conversation we had. I thought about everything I might have done wrong.

I had not done anything wrong. I had not displayed jealousy or possessiveness at all, despite what Angela had said. I wanted to know what exactly I had done that had been so offensive to Robin.

Taking a deep breath, I called Robin's home number instead of her disconnected cell. Angela picked up. "Hello?"

"Hi Angela, this is John. Can I please speak with Robin?" I asked.

"Hang on," Angela said. I strained to listen but I couldn't hear anything on the other end. Then Angela returned to the phone and said, "No, sorry."

I was crestfallen again. She wouldn't even talk to me for five seconds. "Thanks for trying," I told Angela and hung up.

I had been in love only once before, but that had been in high school. In the last eight years I had played around and dated lots of girls, but none had gotten to me like Robin. In losing her I verified that it wasn't some sort of crush or momentary lust thing. I was happy when I was with her, sad when I was not, and totally depressed at the thought of never seeing her again. It felt like love to me.

I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I cried. I was sad. I was angry. I was hurt. I was confused.

On Tuesday I worked. I went home. I ate a small meal. I tried to sleep. I was heartbroken. I cried.

When I woke up on Wednesday I told myself that I couldn't go on like that without at least speaking to Robin. I had a newfound determination to get some answers. I went to work and took off a few hours early. I knew that Robin got off work at five and made it home an hour before Angela. That gave me a window to catch her alone and try to talk to her.

I put on my best suit and red silk tie. I drove to her apartment complex and parked in the parking garage. I considered waiting for her in my silver corvette, but I didn't want to scare her. I walked around to the main entrance and sat down on one of the steps.

People passed and looked at me. I ignored them. I rehearsed what I wanted to say to her. I was nervous but angry at the same time. The anticipation was killing me but I wasn't going to accept this brush-off without a word or two with Robin, I told myself.

I saw Robin's car pull into the parking garage. I stood up and waited, taking a deep breath to try to calm my nerves. I watched her walk around the garage to the front door.

When she saw me, Robin stopped and looked at me. She was dressed conservatively in a white blouse, tan jacket and long tan skirt. She looked beautiful to my eyes. I already missed her so much.

"What do you want?" she asked, emphasis on the 'you'.

It was a remark of disdain and anger, I realized. She was mad at me! Well, she did change her number and here I was on her doorstep. That had been the chance I had taken. I had to make her tell me exactly how I had been too possessive. I had to know what I had done wrong. I just had to know. "To talk?" I replied, asking it in the form of a question or, more like, a plea.

"What is there to talk about?" she asked.

Well, I considered, she had made it pretty clear through Angela that we were over. But I had to know the reason. "I need to know why," I said simply.

Her look of anger turned to one of disgust and confusion. She said, "'Why' what?"

"I need to know what exactly I did wrong," I tried to clarify. I didn't know what else to say. This was not going the way I had hoped it would.

"I can tell you right now," she said angrily, her hands on her hips. "Not appreciating what you had. That's where you fucked up, buddy."

"What?" I asked. I was totally confused. I had no idea what she was referring to.

"You will never find anyone as hot as me again," she announced furiously.

"Don't you think I fucking know that?" I told her, becoming completely incensed. It was either that or start crying. "I just don't know what I did that was so fucking bad that you felt like you had to change your phone number."

"Me? You're the one that had your fucking number changed, not me," she shouted.

I saw tears rolling down her face. What the fuck? I had never seen Robin cry. I pulled out my phone and hit speed dial six. I listened and heard the 'This number has been disconnected message'. "See?" I said, showing her my phone calling her.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and looked at it. It wasn't ringing but I could see that it was lit up. She answered it and watched it connect to my phone. The anger fled from her face, replaced my confusion and horror. "What the fuck?" she murmured.

I looked at my phone and realized it was connected to hers. What was going on? I didn't understand how I could hear a disconnected message but still connect.

Robin hung up and hit a few buttons. Then she held up her phone for me to see. It had my name and number. It was trying to call. Then I looked closer at the number. It was wrong.

"That's not my number," I told her. "You have 4326 and my number is 4325."

"But, I've used this number to call you all month," she said.

I shook my head. "It's been 4325 for the last two years," I told her. "I don't have a land line. This is my only phone. I'm on call from work. I can't change it."

"How did this happen?" Robin asked, tears still running down her face.

"Angela told me that I had failed your test and that you didn't want to see me anymore," I explained.

"Failed? You passed! I--", then she caught herself.

Just when I had started to see a glimmer of hope, it was dashed. There was a test after all. I was just a game to her. I didn't say anything. I sat down on the step.

Robin looked down at me for a long time, tears still rolling down her face. Finally she said, "Let's go on up and I'll explain everything. Please?"

I slowly nodded as I stood up. I was numb from the roller coaster of emotion. But I was in the middle of the ride and I couldn't get off until the ride was over and it had come to a complete stop.

Robin led me up to her apartment. I tossed my jacket on the loveseat and sat on the couch while she made us a couple drinks. She sniffled as she mixed them.

I was glad for the break and also for the drink, as she handed one to me and sat on the couch beside me. She looked so sad that I just wanted to hold her. My pride wouldn't let me because I also felt so hurt. I had so many questions and I dreaded the answers. But I had to know. I took a big sip of my drink and said, "Angela said I was too possessive and I had failed your test. You just said that I passed. So there was a test, yes?"

Robin took a big drink from her glass, swallowed it slowly, and then admitted, "Yes." She looked ashamed and sad.

"So, I wasn't too possessive?" I asked. That had been weighing on my mind for so long.

"Too possessive?" Robin asked rhetorically. "No. You are perfect. Oh John, I never planned on telling you about the test."

"No shit," I said sarcastically, without meaning for it to come out that way. I was angry and hurt and a little out of control.

"John, baby, look," she began, looking into my eyes. "When you meet someone you don't know who they are. You know who they say they are. They put on a face for you and you think you know who they are. Then, when you fall in love with them, you discover that they aren't that person at all. Sometimes they are exactly the opposite of who you thought they were."

"Are you referring to someone in particular?" I asked, noticing a hint of anger in her voice.

Robin's eyes grew wide in surprise then narrowed again in sadness. She nodded. ""Yea, I guess so," she said. "Anyway, I discovered that there are two ways to see how someone really is. One way is to wait for them to drop their guard and show their true colors. That could take years because you never know if you've seen everything or not." She took another swig of her drink and continued, "The other way is to put them in extreme circumstances and see how they behave."

"Like a lab rat?" I asked, still angry and hurt.

"Oh God, no, John. Please don't think of it like that," she pleaded, her eyes tearing up again. "We all test each other in our own way. On a first date we watch each other and try to figure out if this person is who they pretend to be, don't we?"

I was angry. I agreed but I refused to nod. All I said was, "Hmm."

"John, please don't be mad," Robin pleaded. "You passed. Oh God, you are the only one to ever pass."

I liked to hear that I had passed but I was too angry to care very much. "So, what parts were the tests? The first date?" I prodded.

"Yea," Robin said nodding. She hesitated and then said, "That was the third test." She looked down at the floor, not wanting to see my reaction.

I was shocked. "What?"

Robin took a deep breath, looked at me, and said, "You're going to be mad at me no matter what I say. I'm just going to explain everything to you and hope you can understand and forgive me." She paused for a second and drained her glass. Then she said, "Yes, it was the third test."

"What was the first?" I asked, genuinely curious but still upset.

"When I first saw you in the mall, before you knew I had seen you," Robin replied. "I saw you looking at me. I made sure I was alone and I gave you an opportunity to approach me. When you did, I dropped my napkin to see if you would pick it up. And when you did pick it up, whether or not you'd look under my skirt on your way back up. When you averted your eyes, you passed the first test."

"Oh my God," I said. It had all been staged, I realized. I felt like I had been punked.

"Please don't think I'm manipulative. I put you in situations but I didn't make you do anything you didn't want to do, did I?" she asked defensively.

It still seemed pretty damn manipulative to me, but I said, "I guess not, but damn girl." I also thought that was sort of cold, but I didn't say it. "Okay, what was the second test?"

"The wait," she said. "I made you wait for a few weeks before I was free. Some guys don't wait."

"So you've done this to a lot of guys?" I asked; shaking my head with disbelief at the whole thing but inside the anger was building again.

"Lots!" she blurted.

Shock, anger, and disgust crossed my face. I knew it and I didn't try to hide it. I wanted her to see it.

"I mean-," she tried to recover. "Oh please, baby, don't look like that. Most of the guys look up my skirt and don't make it past the first test."

And that made it better? I was not the jealous type but this was a little much to take coming from a woman I had fallen in love with. "So, the third test was the first date?" I asked.

Robin nodded, the tears welling up again.

"I passed that because I fucked you well enough?" I asked angrily.

"Oh God, no. That was a wonderful night," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face again. "The test was before that, baby. It was your reaction to my foot in the restaurant. That's all. You didn't push me away. You actually did it to me back. That was awesome. You passed that with flying colors."

Still angry and not placated by her sweet words or her tears I asked, "So, because I passed that test I got to fuck you, is that it?"

"Oh shit, I'm just making this worse," Robin cried.

"Don't stop now. Tell me the whole fucking truth," I said with disgust.

Robin looked at the carpet and said, "Okay, okay." She took a moment to wipe her face and sniffle a bit. Then she said, "Well, the fourth test was Angela."

"What?" I asked too surprised to be any angrier. "She was a setup?"

Robin nodded. "I knew you'd fuck her," she said. "If you wouldn't have, I knew you wouldn't be interested in threesomes and the club. But the real test was the next morning, when you lied."

My anger dissipated a little bit at that. I hadn't been a complete angel in all of this. I didn't say anything to that.

"You failed that one," she continued, "but Angela told me how good you were. And you just looked so heartbroken. I didn't have the heart to kick you out for that."

"Yea, you told me to never lie to you again, but this whole relationship has been a lie," I said becoming more sad than angry at that point.

Robin shook her head and she looked at me. "No, it has not," she replied angrily, her face wet from her earlier tears. "I never lied to you and if at any time I didn't feel anything for you I would have put an end to it. If I didn't think you were having fun, I'd have stopped it. The fact is that you had the best fucking time of your entire god damn life and I've found someone who... well, you passed all of the tests. I don't want to lose you because of them."

That took me aback. I hadn't expected her to say that. Then I realized something about her rules. "So, the rules were part of the test?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied. "They are there to create the extreme circumstance. They are there to make you want to keep your distance from me emotionally. That way I can see if you can't help yourself and if you care for me anyway."

I had to give it to her. She had come up with a way to weed out the contenders quickly. I was impressed, though still quite put off by the whole thing. "So, tell me the rest," I said. "What was the fifth test?"

"The threesome with Angela," Robin replied. "That was the real test as to whether you'd be good beyond one-on-one."

"So, Angela's comments at dinner; was that part of the test?" I asked. Angela had said that I was a boyfriend to both of them and that Robin was out with a different guy every weekend.

"No, I don't know what that was," Robin said, concern written across her wet freckled face.

"What was test six?" I prompted.

"The club," she said. "Most men never get that far."

"Nick told me that I was the first," I said.

Robin hesitated for a second. "I told him to say that. There were three other guys to get that far," Robin confessed.

Maybe I wasn't that special after all, I thought. Wait a second. I said, "You did lie!"

"No, Nick lied," she said.

"You told him to," I said, my voice rising again in disbelief. "It's the same thing."

Robin though about it for a second, then she looked down and said, "I'm sorry."

I didn't accept her apology. Instead I said, "So, about these other guys?"

Robin looked into my eyes and said "Well, every single guy I ever took to the club had a total blast without giving me a second thought. You were the only one John. You were the only one who didn't want to do it without me. And then, when we did it with Dana and Chris you were so fucking awesome," she said with a smile. She had a beautiful smile. Then her eyes filled with tears again and she said, "Oh, God, John. Please don't leave me."

I sat there and thought about what she had said. It occurred to me just how much of what happened had seemed like an accident. Not only that, but many of the things I had done could have gone either way. So I said, "This all seems like a lot for you to go through. I happened to do all the right things. If I hadn't I'd have been kicked to the curb. How did you know you'd ever find someone to pass your tests?"

Robin looked at me. She said, "John, I'm hot. I know that. Some guys don't like redheads, but those that do want me. I can tell. I've been doing this for two years now. In that time I must have dropped my napkin in the mall and tempted guys with my skirt a thousand times or more."

"So, volume?" I asked.

"Yea," she laughed nervously. I had never seen her nervous like this. "There have been a lot of guys. But I'm done with all that. My test has done its job," she said. Then, almost in a whisper, she added, "I found you."

"But, now I feel like I don't know you at all. I don't know what to think. I don't know what's true anymore," I said sadly, all of the anger dissipated away.

"John, I'm so sorry. Please baby, look at me," Robin said softly.

I looked at her. Tears were flowing down her face again. My own eyes welled up too.

Robin continued, "You are the perfect man for me. You passed the test. You are kind, considerate, sexy, open-minded, and your feelings for me are real. You aren't two-faced or fake. I can look at you and tell what you're thinking, baby. It's written all over your face. I know that you love me and I know that I've hurt you. But, John, you're who I've been looking for. I can't help but love you. You want the truth, that's the truth. I've fallen in love with you John Parker. Please don't break my heart."

Never in my life had any woman every said something like that to me. I loved her and now she was declaring in no uncertain terms that she loved me right back. I felt like she had betrayed me. How could I trust her again? Trust may be given once, but after that it has to be earned, didn't it? Could I give her my trust twice? More significant than any other consideration, she was begging me not to break her heart. That really told me all I needed to know.

In movies and books people hold on to their pride and walk away. This wasn't a movie. This wasn't a book. This was reality. In the real world, when the woman you love asks you something like that, you give her a second chance.

Robin could see my expression soften. I watched the hope return to her eyes. Slowly, she smiled at me, her tears still on her cute freckled face.

She leaned in tentatively for a kiss. I kissed her. The kiss was tender at first and then grew more passionate. She opened her mouth and I pressed my tongue between her lips. She stroked my tongue with hers.

She broke the kiss, breathing heavy with passion. She put her hand on my thigh and said, "John, please let me show you how sorry I am and how much I love you."

I sighed. I don't know if it was a sigh of relief, resignation, or lust. Maybe all three. I leaned back, letting her have her way with me. I smiled.

Robin slid her hand up my thigh to my crotch. My cock stirred to life as she massaged me through my slacks. "I promise to never lie to you again," she said.

"I'm going to hold you to that," I said through the fog of lust. "Don't break my heart," I pleaded, echoing her earlier words.

"I won't," she said as she unzipped my slacks. She reached inside and quickly pulled out my soft-but-hardening cock. She dropped her face into my lap and sucked my soft dick into her mouth.

I could feel her warm lips envelope my prick, sucking the whole thing up. My head swam with pleasure and relief that the fighting was over. I groaned.

Robin swirled her tongue around my dick, as it grew inside of her mouth. She sucked and slurped at it until it was too big to fit comfortably in her mouth. Then Robin got on her knees beside me and pressed her face down into my lap.

I felt the head of my cock press deep into her throat. I felt her breath against my pubic hair as she swallowed my hard rod. Then I felt her lips work their way down my shaft until they brushed my balls. "Holy shit," I moaned as much in pleasure as in amazement.

Robin pulled her head off my cock and jacked it with her fist. It was very wet with her saliva. She said, "You are not going to regret this."

With that comment she deep-throated my cock again. I already didn't regret giving her a second chance. If this is what make-up sex with Robin was like, count me in.

Robin bobbed her head up and down on my cock. Her process was to suck my cock for a few long strokes, deep-throat me, and then stroke my cock really fast with her fist while her throat recovered. She did this again and again.

This went on for a while. Her passion was high. She seemed desperate to swallow my prick to make up for her misdeeds.

I had different sensations as she went through her process. I first reveled in the feeling of her lips dragging up and down on my shaft, gripping tightly. Then my head swam to the feeling of her hot throat squeezing the head of my cock and her lips at the base of my shaft. Then my hips twitched with passion as she lifted her head off my cock and stroked me with her tight fist.

After a while Robin looked at her handiwork, admiring how big and hard she had made my cock. My boxers and my pants were soaked with her saliva. I didn't care.

I couldn't take it any longer. I wrapped my arms around Robin and swept her off the couch and onto the soft shag carpet. She was still in her tan jacket and long tan skirt. I knelt up between her legs and lifted her skirt. She wore no panties. No surprise there. I leaned down and pressed my face between her thighs. She smelled musky and hot. Her pussy was flowered open before me, the dew of her fuck juices glistening on the pedals. I pressed my tongue between those petals, tasting the sweetness of her cunt nectar. I slipped my tongue directly down into her fuck-hole, tasting the strong flavor of her.

"Oh, John," Robin squealed in pleasure at this unexpected entry. I had never fucked my tongue deep inside of her like that before. I scraped the walls of her fuck-tunnel with my tongue.

Before the flavor overwhelmed me I slid my lips up to the small knob of her hard clit. I licked and sucked at the little bud, cupping her ass with my hands to keep her from twitching away from me. I loved this woman and, regardless of anything she had done, I wanted to make her happy.

"Shit," Robin said with passion. "That feels so fucking good."

I worked on her clit with my lips and my tongue. I sucked on it, pulling it between my lips. I lapped at it with my tongue.

"John, punish me with your cock while you do that," Robin told me. "Turn around and feed me your cock."

I lifted up, unbuckled my pants, and pushed them down my legs. Robin sat up and took off her jacket, tossing it onto the couch. Her white long-sleeved blouse was opaque and did nothing to enhance her sexuality. Not that she needed it.

Robin lay back down as I turned around. I straddled her head. She opened her mouth wide as I gently pressed my cock down into her mouth. Her lips immediately wrapped tightly around my shaft.

I groaned as Robin lifted her head off the carpet and tried to swallow my rod down her throat. She then settled back to the carpet and turned her head. My cock slipped out of her mouth. She said, "John, fuck my face. Drive your cock deep into my throat. Punish me."

She was begging for it, I thought in amazement. Well, she had manipulated me and if this was the atonement she wanted to pay, I was not going to deny her. When she slurped my cock back up into her mouth I began rocking my hips. I started slow and shallow.

I was taller than Robin, so I was able to hunch my hips into her mouth at the same time as I pressed my head down between her thighs. I lapped at her clit as I fucked her face. Her hands reached up and gripped my bare ass. She pulled me down hard, encouraging me to really fuck her throat.

I licked tenderly at her clit as I rammed my cock harder and harder into her mouth. I could feel the head of my cock squeezing into her tight throat on each stroke. I was very aware of her hands on my ass encouraging me to do it, looking for the slightest sign that she wanted me to stop.

Robin squirmed with passion beneath me. She pulled at my ass, seeming to draw more and more passion the more brutally I fucked her throat. She seemed to have no gag reflex at all.

I was as tender to her clit and pussy with my mouth and lips as I was brutal to her mouth and throat with my cock. I had never done this to a woman before and Robin really loved it.

Though I was trying to be very careful not to hurt her, I was in heaven. Everything about it turned me on. The feel of her hands on my bare ass, the fact that she was still fully clothed, the feel of her breath against the underside of my cock and balls as she breathed strongly through her nose, the feel of my balls brushing against her nose, the feel of her lips tightly grazing up and down my shaft, the pain of her teeth occasionally nipping at my tender flesh, and, best of all, the feel of the head of my cock rubbing and squeezing into the slick construction of her throat.

I sucked gently at Robin's clit as I fucked her throat. I could see her fuck fluid leaking from her pretty pink pussy below. It mixed with my saliva and ran down her ass to stain the back of her skirt as she lay on the carpet.

Robin released my ass and pushed my hips up and away from her. I immediately pulled my cock from her mouth. I lifted my head from between her soft thighs and looked down across her flat stomach and between her big tits at her cute face. Much of her face was wet with her own saliva.

Robin said hoarsely, "Now roll me over and fuck my ass."

I replied, "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."

Robin said, "I've hurt you. I've been a bad girl and I need to be punished." She smiled at me, "Put this big cock up my ass and make me really feel it."

Robin was fully clothed in her white blouse and long skirt. Her skirt covered her ass as I rolled her over onto her stomach. I scrambled around and knelt between her legs. I looked down at the stained skirt and lifted it up to her waist.

Robin's bare butt was pale, like the rest of her body. It was round and firm, the skin soft. It looked so innocent. I caressed it with my hand and then slapped it.

"Yes, spank me," Robin said, squirming her ass around. "I've been a bad girl."

I spanked it again, watching the pale white skin turn red. I then spanked her other cheek a couple times, just to even it out. Robin gasped at the pain but lifted her ass off the floor slightly.

"Punish me, John," she moaned.

I smiled. I was starting to really get into this. "Spread your fucking ass," I commanded.

Robin immediately reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks apart, the side of her head pressed into the carpet. The small sphincter of her asshole winked at me. It looked impossibly small. I was going to have to go gently.

I grabbed the base of my cock in my fist and guided it to the small opening. The head of my prick was still slick and slimy from delving into Robin's throat. I pressed ever so slightly against her asshole.

"Oh, God," Robin groaned. "Fuck it."

I pressed down gingerly. The sphincter very slowly opened in stages. First it caved forward; then it opened just enough to let the very tip in. Then, as I pressed a little harder, it opened enough to let just half of the head in. Then it stopped.

"Wait a second," Robin said, her breathing very heavy. "Okay, pop it in."

I pressed forward steadily. The opening didn't move and then suddenly, the head popped into her ass. I held still.

"Oh, fuck, that's a big cock," Robin gasped. She breathed heavily and continued to hold her ass wide open for me.

I looked down at my cock. Only the head inside her ass, the rest of my thick nine-inch shaft was visible, waiting its turn. It was so obscene and so sexy. I was so turned on and my cock was so hard. I watched it pulse and throb. I knew she had to be able to feel it.

After a moment the tight grip her asshole around my cock seemed to slightly relax and Robin said, "Fuck me, John."

I pressed forward, my cock slipping in a couple inches. I pulled back, leaving the head inside, and pushed in harder, getting four inches in. Each stroke I was able to get another inch inside of her until finally, after half a dozen strokes or so, I lodged my prick completely inside her ass, my balls resting against her wet pussy below. I let my weight rest against her for a moment.

Robin moaned and gasped at the mixed pleasure and pain, but she still held her ass open with her hands. She said, "I have never had a dick this big up my butt. I love you John. It's yours. Take my ass. Fuck it until I can't walk. Punish me."

I loved her. I didn't really want to hurt her. But if she wanted her ass plundered, that's exactly what I was going to do.

I laid on her, pressing my weight down against her. I cupped my hands under her arms and held on to her shoulders. I ground my cock far up her ass, working it in and out only an inch or two.

"Oh, yes. I love your big fucking cock deep in my ass," Robin said. She released her ass cheeks and turned her head to look back at me.

I leaned to the side of her and kissed her. It was an awkward position. As we kissed I make small movements with my hips, driving my cock in and out of her ass very slightly. Her kiss was so sweet. "I love you," I whispered to her.

"I love you too," she sighed and laid her head back down. She knew what was coming next.

I was not going to disappoint her. Gripping her shoulders tightly I began fucking her ass. I pulled it out until I felt the sphincter of her ass wrapped tightly around the neck of my dick, just below the head. Then I slammed my cock all the way inside of her ass.

Robin grunted and groaned. She ground her ass back against me. She loved the pleasure and the pain.

After a few more deep stroked I began slapping my hips against her ass. It sounded like she was being spanked and, in a way, she was. As I cupped her shoulders to hold her in place, and not give her a rug burn, she put her hands on top of mine, encouraging me to keep going.

"Take it, John," she squealed. "Take my ass."

I did. I rocked my hips back and forth as fast as I could; driving my prick deep into her ass on every stroke. The slapping, spanking, sounds filled the small apartment and mixed with Robin's gasps of pleasure and my heavy breathing.

"Harder," Robin shouted. "Deeper."

I was sweating into my shirt by then, my balls slapping soundly against Robin's juicy cunt on each stroke up her ass. I pressed all of my weight down on her, driving my prick as deep as possible into her on every stroke. I stroked my cock in and out of her butt as fast and hard as I could.

"Oh, shit," she groaned. "I'm fucking coming!"

"Me, too," I murmured.

"Yes, yes, fill my ass with your cum," she cried.

As Robin began to buck and squeal in orgasm my balls tightened beneath my fucking cock. Then my prick expanded inside her ass. I pressed all of my weight down and held my dick deep inside her. Hot cum raced up my shaft and blasted out the head of my cock, coating the walls of her ass.

"Oh, God," were the only words I could make out Robin to say as she felt my cum filling her ass.

Blast after blast of cum pumped out of my cock and into her ass. My head swam with pleasure. Warmth filled my body and I let my weight press down against her.

After a minute our breathing began to slow and my cock began to deflate. The soft skin of her butt against my hips felt like home. I never wanted that moment to end.

"That was great, baby," Robin mewled, tears filling her eyes as she turned and looked at me.

I leaned in close and said, "I love you," and kissed her. All was forgiven; a fresh start.

When we heard the jingle of keys outside the front door we looked at each other. We knew it was Angela. Looking into each other's eyes, we silently knew what we had to do. We needed answers.

Robin scrambled to her feet. Fully clothed, her skirt fell back into place. The front had a small stain on it while the back was soaked. She faced the door, hiding the larger stain from Angela as she opened the door.

I wasn't as quick. I had kicked my pants off, so I scrambled up and sat on the couch. My white shirt and red tie were a little wrinkled but my upper half was covered, which is more than could be said for my bottom half. Still, it wasn't anything Angela hadn't seen before.

Angela walked into the living room, taking her jacket off. She wore a red blouse and black skirt with a black jacket. Then she realized that I was sitting on the couch, and froze.

We could see the surprise on her face. Then she said, "Hi John and Robin. Um, I think I forgot something in my car--"

"Not so fast, bitch," Robin said coldly.

Angela froze again. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights, her eyes as big as saucers.

Robin said, "I know what you did. Now, close that door and sit the fuck down."

Angela closed the door and tossed her jacket on the loveseat, but didn't sit down. She looked confused and said, "Why? What's the problem?"

Robin balled her hands into little fists and put them on her hips. The she said, "What's the fucking problem? You told me that John didn't want to party with us anymore and you fucked with our phones to try to keep us apart. That's what the god damn problem is."

Angela glanced around, thinking of what to say. She started to say something a couple times. Then she shook her head and said, "Well, you didn't complain too much when I did it before."

"What?" Robin asked, shocked.

"You remember Charlie? Way back before you started this test thing?" Angela said.

"You did that?" Robin asked.

Angela nodded. She wasn't ashamed. She said, "Yea. You were relieved when he was gone."

Robin was in disbelief. Now she knew how I felt, though this was way worse than her tests. Her best friend had been lying to her for years. Robin said, "I thought he was the one. I was going to marry him. I cried for weeks."

Angela shook her head and said, "Yea, but after the crying you said that it was for the best. You said that you didn't really know him. You were relieved."

Robin shouted, "I said that I didn't know him because I couldn't figure out why he dumped me, you stupid bitch." She gave her a sour look and said, "Turns out, that was you."

Angela looked shocked at how angry Robin was. I realized that she really was clueless about how her best friend felt. I found it strange that Angela could live with Robin for so long and not really understand her as well as I already did.

Robin was fuming mad. She yelled at Angela, saying "I mean, what the fuck? We've been best friends since high school. You've been like a sister to me. I've told you my deepest secrets. We've shared everything. We've shared men. We've shared women. We've shared toothbrushes. I've eaten your pussy more times than I can count. And this is how you treat me? You want to destroy any chance I have to be happy?"

Angela turned defiant. She raised her voice, not quite shouting at Robin, saying "But you are happy, Robin. You and I have gone to the club every month and we have a blast, don't we? Like you said, we share men, we share women, or we just have fun with each other. You are the sister I never had. I love you, Robin. You are happy."

Robin looked at her like she was an idiot. She said, "Sure I am. Don't I look fucking thrilled? Happy? Yea, I was as happy as I could be, considering I had nobody to love and there was nobody who loved me back. Now I have John and you're attempt to break us up has failed."

"Yea, his fucking pants on the floor told me that much," Angela said snidely. She lowered her voice and said, "Look Robin, you don't need John. As soon as you told me you we falling for John I knew I had to do something. We are the ultimate party girls, aren't we? Don't they call us 'double trouble'? I couldn't let you break up the party."

Robin took a step toward her friend, within arm's reach. She pointed her finger in Angela's face and said, "So this is really all about you, isn't it? You selfish cunt! You don't give a shit about me. You want to party and you think that if I find the man of my dreams my partying days are over. And that means the end of the party girls, right? You'd be on your own."

Angela was indignant. She said, "I'm not a cunt. It's not about me. I care about you."

Robin had lost control. She put her face right up to Angela's and shouted, "Bullshit! You've been lying to me for years. You've watched me cry my eyes out knowing full fucking well that you were the one that caused it. Were you laughing at me the whole time? Did my misery make you happy?"

Angela said, "No, of course not. But I knew you'd get over it."

Robin slapped Angela hard across the face.

I was stunned, not really believing what had just happened. The sound of it was loud in the room. A red handprint instantly appeared on the left side of Angela's face.

Before Angela recovered from the shock of the slap she pushed Robin away from her.

Robin staggered back and fell on her back. She landed in front of the door, the shag carpet cushioning her fall.

I scrambled off the couch to Robin's side. Robin looked at me, tears in her eyes, and said, "I'm okay. Let's get out of here."

I grabbed my pants and pulled them on as Robin stood up. By the time I got them on Robin had left the living room. She had stormed off to her bedroom.

Angela watched me put my pants on and stand up. She said, "This is your fault."

I looked at her. I waited for her to follow that up with some sort of reasoning. She couldn't come up with one. I said to her, "If you want to know whose fault this is, look in a mirror."

Robin was packing a suitcase with some of her clothes when I walked into her bedroom. She was crying tears of frustration and sadness. She glanced at me but continued packing.

Angela followed me into the bedroom. Her confidence evaporated when she saw that Robin was packing. "What are you doing?" she asked.

Robin looked at her, anger written across her pretty tear-soaked face. "What the fuck does it look like? I'm moving out."

"What?" Angela asked, as if she had never dreamed that her actions could have any significant consequence.

Robin stopped packing and looked at her best friend of ten years. In a calm tone she said, "You can't play God with people's lives like that. You're worried about the party being over? Did it ever fucking occur to you that all the testing we were doing was about finding a man that wasn't afraid of our lifestyle but could still love me?"

Angela shook her head more in confusion than in negation but Robin took it as such.

"Of course not," Robin replied. "Why? Because you only think about yourself. So, here's a news flash for you. The party is not over, it's just beginning. The only difference is that, now, you're not invited."

"But, you can't leave," Angela said helplessly.

"Watch me," Robin said, closing the suitcase with a click.​