Thursday, June 4, 2015
Today Diego showed up with his eyes sparkling in that way I know all too well. He came in saying that it finally happened: he's gonna share an apartment downtown with a buddy from college.
My heart skipped a beat right away. We'd talked about this so much... having our own little spot, no more watching the clock, no fear of hearing keys in the door, no scrambling to throw on clothes when we heard footsteps in the hall. Just me and him, no time limits, no one to interrupt. The idea alone gave me goosebumps all over, my pussy throbbing with those sneaky pulses just from thinking about it.
He told me everything, all excited. It's a simple place, one bedroom and a living room, right in the heart of Petrópolis, super close to the college. The friend is from Juiz de Fora, came here to study, stayed with his aunt and uncle for a bit, but now he scored this rental. So Diego started chatting him up, talked about me, showed him pics... and the guy agreed to split the place right away. But with one very clear condition.
The friend wants to fuck me too.
He said it just like that, straight up, no bullshit, looking right into my eyes to see how I'd react. I felt a chill crawl up my spine mixed with that heat I know so damn well. I stayed quiet for a few seconds, my head spinning. It wasn't exactly a shock—after everything that's gone down with Adriano, Gabriel, and the other guys, the commands, I already knew Diego likes sharing me, likes watching me get used by others while he watches or calls the shots. But hearing that this came bundled with the key to our secret hideout... that would be a whole different ballgame!
I swallowed hard.
I'd already fucked twelve guys. Twelve. This would just be one more!
And, fuck! The payoff was huge: a place all our own. No more hiding, no muffling my moans into the pillow, no bolting out with my panties in hand. I could show up there, strip slow, spread my legs on his bed with no rush, moan as loud as I wanted, cum as many times as I pleased, let him fuck me till I couldn't take it anymore... and then just lie there next to him, sweaty, sticky, breathing heavy, with no one to bother us.
Then he explained that the guy was dying to meet me in person. So we set it up that I'd head over to the apartment tomorrow or the next day, to check out the place, and him.
Honestly? I'm nervous. But I'm also curious as fuck. I wanna see what the spot's like, wanna smell the air in the place that's gonna be our hideout, wanna lie on that bed picturing all the times I'll get fucked there. And yeah... a real slutty part of me also wants to know what this guy's dick is like, how he moans, how he grabs me, how he cums.
I'll tell you how it goes later.
Saturday, June 6, 2015
I went with Diego to check out that apartment he'd talked about. He told me to dress real sexy, so I threw on this white spaghetti-strap sundress, super light, no bra, just a thong underneath and some heels that made my legs look longer. I could feel the fabric brushing my nipples with every step, and that already had me a little turned on mixed with nerves.
The building was on a busy street downtown, great location. We took the elevator up to the ninth floor in silence. My heart was pounding a bit faster than usual. Diego unlocked the door with the key he already had, and as soon as we walked in, I saw his friend sitting on the couch watching TV.
The guy stood up right away, came over toward us. He was just in shorts, no shirt. Real pale skin, messy brown hair, skinny but toned body. He wasn't exactly the type to make me breathless, you know? Not ugly, not by a long shot, but not one of those guys who leaves me with a dry mouth just from looking. Still, when he checked me out from head to toe, I got butterflies in my stomach.
Diego did the quick intros.
— Rafa, this is Daniel. Daniel, this is Rafa.
Daniel smirked, his eyes sliding slow over my body.
— You really 14?
— Yeah, I am — I said, trying to sound chill.
— You're tall for your age — he said, almost laughing, 'cause we were basically eye level.
Diego, of course, didn't miss a beat to tease.
— Hot little thing, huh?
Daniel chuckled and said he'd seen pics of me, but in person I was way more stunning. First time I ever heard that word. I thought it was funny, but I couldn't return the compliment. Truth is, he wasn't my type.
They swapped a few more words I didn't catch and laughed together. I'm guessing it was about me. Diego asked if there was beer and headed straight to the open kitchen. While he rummaged in the fridge, Daniel kept staring at me hard, with that kinda predatory smile that made me feel weirdly uneasy. Not scared, more like, I dunno, like I was being eaten up with his eyes.
Diego came back with two cold cans, handed one to his buddy, and the two of them kept chatting and laughing, kinda leaving me on the sidelines. Until my cousin gave me a subtle wave to come over to a corner of the living room.
He got close, voice low, looking straight into my eyes.
— Rafa, here's the deal: we agreed he'll fuck you once a week, and in return, we can use the apartment whenever we want. He'll give you a copy of the key, and you can bring whoever you want too.
I froze for a few seconds. My brain short-circuited. Was he for real? This was actually happening?
— Hold up... what do you mean? — my voice came out louder than I meant.
— Exactly what you heard. And there's more: he wants to fuck you alone. Just you two. No me around.
That hit me like a ton of bricks. Alone with a guy I barely knew? I didn't like it. Not one bit. Having Diego nearby always made me feel safe, even if he was rough, even if it hurt sometimes. Knowing he was there watching, directing, in control... that put me at ease. Without him, it felt dangerous. Too exposed.
— Come on, Diego, be serious! — I let slip, already pissed.
His face changed in an instant. Got all serious and bossy.
— I give the orders and you obey, remember?
I took a deep breath, feeling anger rise in my chest, but at the same time knowing I didn't have much choice in his twisted logic.
— Okay, Diego... if that's what you want, I'll do it — I said, but my voice was loaded with resentment.
He grabbed my arm hard, squeezing enough to hurt a little.
— You little slut, look at me. I don't like when you talk back like that.
His face really scared me this time. I swallowed hard.
— Let's try that again, okay? You're gonna answer me all sweet now. You gonna keep doing everything I say or not?
I dropped my eyes for a second, feeling my face burn.
— Yeah, my love... whatever my Master wants — I replied, forcing a kinda sarcastic little smile at the end.
He eased up, looking satisfied.
— Ahhh, there we go.
I stared at the floor for a few seconds, trying to get my head straight. Deep down, I got the trade-off: sex for the apartment key. A steep price, yeah, but if that's what it cost to have a place just for us, where we could fuck without worrying about getting caught, without stuffing moans into the pillow, without rushing to get dressed at the sound of footsteps in the hall... then maybe it was worth it.
Maybe.
To be continued...