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Everyone Loves Surprises
Chapter Two
The next morning I woke up to the smoky aroma of bacon and sausage. Jerking up right I looked around and saw plates of eggs and biscuits sitting on the kitchen counter. Then I heard sounds of Shannon singing, coming from the kitchen and my curiosity got the better of me. When I entered the kitchen I was treated with a glimpse of Shannon’s naked backside, since all she was wearing was one of my flannel shirts. I’d be lying if I said that the view was anything but exciting.
Slowly, I stepped across the linoleum floor and hugged Shannon from behind. Smiling deeply, she reached up and pulled my face down to hers for a deep, probing kiss. It didn’t take much of this, before my dick was teasing the underside of her rear. But Shannon slapped me on the ribs, and pushed me back.
“Not right now, sweetie. Now go get dressed so we can have breakfast.”
Disappointed, I sulked off to my bedroom to grab some sweats. As I was sorting through my closet, I heard the phone ring. But Shannon answered before I could get to it, so I went on searching.
When I came out from my bedroom, I could hear Shannon talking on the phone in her room, so I went on into the kitchen and waited. I sat and waited for about ten minutes when Shannon finally came out and sat down at the kitchen table.
I thought at first that maybe she had received another call from our overzealous caller, but she smiled plainly and we started breakfast. It was relatively weird chatting plainly with my best friend, after we had just slept together mere hours earlier. But it was also very nice.
After breakfast, Shannon and I resigned ourselves to taking a little shower together. It didn’t take me long to create plenty of lather with my roaming hands, but I decided to make sure and get all the nooks and crannies. It’s always good to be thorough.
With a generous portion of body wash, I kneeled in front of Shannon and proceeded to lather up her mound. Shannon was obviously getting hot with my delicious foreplay and was practically begging me to make her cum. To tease her that extra little bit I placed my middle finger along the ridge in her pussy and rubbed it back and forth, not entering her, but almost.
Then as she started to beg me again, I slipped my finger into her, catching her offguard and defenseless. I knelt there for what seemed like hours, the water cascading down my chin as I pounded her with my finger, holding her tightly so that she didn’t slip and fall. Finally, she grabbed two handfuls of my hair and pressing her face up against the shower door, let out a muffled scream. Breathing deeply she kneeled down to me and drove her tongue deep into my mouth. We groped and kissed for forever, and then she decided that it was my turn.
Raising my right leg up onto the rim of the shower, and my back facing the showerhead, Shannon began to lather my feet and calves with generous amounts of body wash. Personally, I think she was paying me back for teasing her. Not that I minded. Adding more soap, she covered my legs and hips, working her way, then, up to my stomach and chest. Finally she finished with my arms and stood up, as if to leave.
“Wha . . ?” I exclaimed with the saddest show of neglect I could muster.
“I’m sorry, did I forget something?” was all she answered. I looked down at my dick, which was standing straight out. She looked at me amusingly and spread huge globs of shower gel onto her palms and reached down towards my dick. “Is this what you’re whining about?”
With that said, she wrapped both hands around my shaft and started pumping me, like she was trying to pull the cum out by shear force alone. Then she knelt back down in front of me and rearranged her hands, so that her thumbs were facing away from me this time, and started pumping again. All the time she kept whispering taunts at me. “You gonna cum down my throat, baby?” “You gonna nut in my mouth?” Then she squeezed my balls with one of her hands and I released the biggest wad ever, right onto her tongue and chin, and all over her lips. She then turned me around to wash the soap and suds off of my dick, and proceeded to finish milking me of whatever cum I had left.
I swayed a little as my knees threatened to give out, and Shannon helped dry me off and we both went back to bed.
My dreams were not much better than my current life. In fact, they pretty much paled in comparison to the past two days events. I couldn’t believe how blind I’d been over the last 18 years as this beautiful, delicious woman had grown up beside me, and I’d never noticed.
Then the phone awakened me. Shannon, who is a rather drowsy sleeper, was only beginning to rouse by the time I’d reached my dresser and picked up the cordless. “Hello?” a deep woman’s voice asked, “Is Shannon there?”
“Who’s calling? She’s asleep right now.” I answered as I rubbed the sleep from my eyelids.
“Just give Shannon the phone. I need to talk to her.”
Not wanting to deal with another one of Shannon’s bitchy friends I nudged her shoulder and handed her the phone. Then I plopped back into bed and stretched out like a cat on a warm summer’s day.
“Today!?” I heard Shannon gasp into the phone. “Are you sure you want it to be today?”
Those were the last words I heard as laziness overtook me and I drifted off into Wonderland again. The next thing I knew, Shannon was rubbing up against me in bed, trying to wake me up. Slowly I raised my eyes and saw that devilish look in her eyes. God, this girl could not get enough!
I sat up on my elbows and she yanked the covers off of me, exposing my nakedness to the cool room. “Time to wake up Sleepyhead. Tonight we’re goin’ clubbin’.”
Groggily I rubbed my eyes and squinted at the cute little number Shannon had decided on. She was wearing black boots, black skin-tight jeans, and a cute little shirt that I’d bought her for Christmas. It depicted random sexual scenes involving two mice.
“All right, you win!” I surrendered to her light slapping, as she attempted to wake me up. Then I ushered her out of my room and threw together a casual outfit that went well with her own.
I looked down at my watch as I put it on and I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was 7 o’clock PM. I’d slept all damn day. Rubbing my eyes once more I threw on some cologne and went out to greet my partner for the night. I let Shannon do the driving, because obviously she had something specific in mind for the evening. I don’t know what it was that made me think that, but I knew it was there. It was evident in the way that she kept casually looking at her watch, and smiling at me when she saw me notice her.
I guess my second clue was in the selection of our hangout for the evening. Shannon drove directly to a wild little club, that we hadn’t been to in almost a year. The crowd had become just a bit too rambunctious over time, if you know what I mean.
So we paid our cover and got ourselves a table. And I’ll be damned if we weren’t there for two minutes and some guy came over trying to pick her up. She very innocently told him that she wasn’t interested and to punctuate the point, attempted to swallow my tongue. When she was finished I looked around and the guy was nowhere to be seen.
About 20 minutes and 2 drinks later a tall redhead strolled lazily over to our table. I spoke up immediately, “I’m sorry we’re here together” motioning towards Shannon. “I’m taken.”
“Who said I was coming over here to hit on you?” the woman corrected me very casually. She then leaned over and gave Shannon a quick little peck on the lips and took her hand.
“I’ll be back in a sec, hun,” Shannon explained and before I could respond the two of them were on a bead line for the dance floor. Feeling offbalance I rubbed my eyes and polished off my third beer. There’s only so much change a person can take before it starts to wear on them, and I think I was reaching my threshold. Little did I know what I was in for by the night’s end, however.
Our waitress walked by and I stopped her to ask for another drink, but instead she placed one down in front of me. I stared at her curiously. “I didn’t order this” I told her.
“I know” she responded, “ she did.” I looked in the direction that she had pointed and saw one of the most beautiful women I’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. Her dark straight hair was cut at shoulder length and accented the downward slope of her chin. She was also decked out in black knee high boots, black jeans, a see-through top, and a black leather jacket. She caught me watching her and blew me a kiss.
Shocked I turned around and tried to get a hold of myself. I had a raging hard on for this woman, and I was trying desperately to think about something else. I desperately didn’t want to screw things up with Shannon so soon.
Then I caught a glimpse of her and the redhead, dancing a little too close for comfort. I was brought back to reality by the feel of something cool in my hand and I looked down to see a key with a room number on it. I looked around and caught the raven-haired seductress walking towards the exit, flashing me a sly grin. I probably would have gone right then and there, except for one thing. I didn’t know which hotel the key was for, and unfortunately I couldn’t ask my conspirator. I held the key tightly and looked around for Shannon and her “friend”, catching sight of them just as they sat down at our table.
It was obvious from the start that these two knew each other well, because they couldn’t keep their hands off of one another. I’ll admit I was feeling extremely jealous, but I had come to grip with the fact that Shannon was far more sexually in tune with herself than I could ever hope to be.
As Shannon and Red embraced in a liplock that had all heads in the place turning, Shannon pulled out a key and set it on the table. “Say, babe, Amy here was wondering if maybe the three of us could have our own little private party tonight. You interested? We were thinking of maybe heading over to the Marriott.”
I barely heard a word she said as I stared at the key. It was the same type as the one I’d been given. The Marriott. “Naw, I’m a little tired. You know what alcohol does to me. I’m just gonna head on home and rest it off. But you too gals have a good time. Maybe some other time when I’m feeling more frisky.” With that I shook Amy’s hand and told her how nice it was to meet her and I gave Shannon a kiss goodnight.
I walked out of the bar, the cold metal rubbing against the palm of my hand, and I headed for the Marriott.
Half an hour later I took a deep, calming breath as I stood outside room number 405 and double-checked the number on my key. Yep, 405. I stood for a second and started second-guessing myself. What the hell was I doing, meeting some stranger in a hotel room? I looked down at the key again. Yep, still 405. I started to put the key in the hole, then almost lost my nerve, when suddenly the door opened and the raven-haired woman almost ran me down.
“OH? You came. I’m so glad,” she flashed me a smile that sent shivers down my spine. “Here. I was about to go get some ice, but since you’re already out there . . .” With that she handed me a bucket and closed the door. Walking down the hall I could hear the familiar hum of the ice machine and I went to fill up the bucket. As I turned the corner, I could hear girlish giggles coming down the hallway and my curiosity got the better of me. I slowly stepped out of the cubbyhole that the ice machine was in and spied the hallway.
Imagine my shock as Shannon and Amy walked up to one of the doors. Amy was trying to put the key in the hole, while Shannon was trying to undress her right there in the hallway. Finally Amy succeeded and they both vanished behind the slamming door.
Hurriedly I filled the ice bucket and practically ran down the hall to room 405. Shannon and Amy weren’t that far away and I didn’t want to take any chances. Quietly I unlocked and slipped into the door, shutting it behind me and locking it.
“Grab yourself a glass of wine and bring the ice in here with you.” I heard my hostess order. Sitting my jacket in the closet, I grabbed the glass of wine that was sitting on a table near the door and took a sip. I then proceeded to the bedroom, and almost dropped the ice bucket. My hostess had taken off her top and jeans and was reclined on the bed, covered only in her boots, black silk panties and black leather jacket.
The black leather went well with her coal black hair, and was a sharp contrast to her pale skin. With a gesture she motioned for me to approach the bed. When I was near enough, she grabbed the ice bucket from my hand and placed it on the nightstand, hooking her finger in the waist of my jeans and pulling me to the edge of the bed. Then she started rubbing my cock, through my jeans and unzipping my fly. Dropping them to the floor, she started licking and kissing my hard on through my boxers. Then she fastened onto it with her lips and dragged it out of the hole in the crotch.
From my position, as she lay on her stomach, my dick in her mouth, I could see her pert little cheeks swallowing her panties. I wanted to bite into those things so badly, it hurt. But that thought brought visions of Shannon and our first little romp to mind. Once again I found myself questioning my actions. Then I received the next big shocker of the night.
“Shannon told me you would be hesitant. It’s okay, she wanted you to give this to me,” Raven said with a sly little grin, as she squeezed slightly on my prick. I must have looked comical to her, standing half-naked before her with this confused look in my eye. She then rolled over onto her back and, once again, started sucking me off. The position was a little awkward, so I lifted one of my legs up onto the bed, giving her better access. She wrapped one hand around the base of my shaft, clutching at my balls, while her tongue danced up and down my dick, stopping every now and then to suck on the head. Her other hand found the trimmed patch between her legs and began to massage it frantically.
Then suddenly I heard someone trying a key at the door to the apartment and I froze. Raven must not have heard because she kept going at it, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. Just then the door opened, and in walked Shannon with some guy hanging off of her arm like a little pup.
She stopped dead in her tracks and gasped as she saw me looking at her from the bed, with my dick down someone else’s mouth. “What the fuck?!” was the only thing that I could force out of my suddenly dry throat.
Then the guy spoke, and I immediately recognized the deep rage of our mad caller. “Hey! You’re the guy from the phone, the other night,” the guy yelled at me. Then Raven frantically scooted out from under me and looked up in shock.
“Harry? Is that you?” She called to the door.
“Lucy?” responded the man with the iron temper. “What the fuck is going on here?”
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