The Ultimate Smut Collection 5 (6 page)

"Mmm, yeah…" I looked down my body. My high, round breasts were a gorgeous frame as my eyes scanned down to my smooth mound, currently hidden behind Leo's shaggy brown hair. I closed my eyes to concentrate and make the sounds of the party downstairs retreat. He'd get bored between my thighs soon enough and I wanted to cum first.

I took one of my nipples and pinched it, tugging at the soft pink flesh. Leo's teeth scraped over my clit, sending a rush of cream out of my pussy and a wave of pleasure through my body. I was close, oh so close when a sound behind me startled me.

Sitting up quickly, I saw something that made my blood boil. Three male shapes stood in the doorway, masks covering their faces and erections stretching their pants. I shoved Leo off the bottom of the futon and yanked the cheap blanket around me. "What the fuck?"

"Asshole!" I yelled. "You're letting your shit for brains frat brothers watch us have sex and didn't care enough to ask me?"

"You weren't supposed to see them."

I jumped up, grabbed my things from the floor and pushed past the idiots still lurking by the door. "Here's one thing you'll never see again, Leo: Me."

Getting down the stairs and through the throngs of people filling the house was quite a task. Someone spilled a beer down my back and I kept tripping over the blanket where it dragged on the floor. Happy for the first time that night that I was completely sober, I ran to the student parking lot, stopping only to slide my shoes back on.

Once I was safely inside my car I let my head fall forward against the steering wheel, furious with Leo and myself forever letting a jerk like him touch me. After a few moments and a dozen deep breaths, I pulled myself together and started the car. It took longer than usual to get off campus because it seemed every inch of space was full of people in colorful, funny, scary and plain silly costumes. It was only ten o'clock and the whole school was in a frenzy of Halloween excitement.

I sighed as I drove towards the one place I knew would be quiet and peaceful, my mom's house. She and her husband would be spending the weekend with friends out of town, so I'd have the house to myself. I'd only been in college for two months, but it was already wearing on me.

The thirty-minute drive gave me time to calm down and organize my thoughts. When I went back to school things were going to change. No more hooking up with any hot guy who paid attention to me. I deserved someone with a little maturity and common sense. Not a weasel frat-rat like Leo. He certainly wasn't worth the hassle. And the worst part was I might have been into letting someone watch us if he'd just asked instead of tried to sneak it by me. I mean, I wasn't exactly a blushing virgin, but I wasn't a slut, either. Most of the dirtiest things I'd thought of stayed in my head. Either way he took the choice away from me, and that wasn't cool.

Finally, I pulled into the driveway and smiled. There was a jack o' lantern on the porch next to a bowl of candy. That had to be Jake. My mother had never shown any interest in Halloween. She liked to be out of town to keep from having to celebrate, let alone hand out sweets. At the time, as I parked in front of the closed garage door, it didn't occur to me that the carved pumpkin had a candle flickering inside it, which wouldn't be possible if no one was at home.

Instead, my focus was on getting inside, into a hot shower and some PJs, and spending the night with some scary movies. I unlocked the door, shut off the alarm and went upstairs to my room. Well, we called it my room but it really wasn't. Mom and Jake had met online when I was fifteen and spent the next two years dating long-distance. I'd only met him a few times when I decided to apply to the local University. We came out for a visit and he proposed. When I got accepted Mom decided to come up here to live so I could have a place nearby to spend holidays. To be honest, I think the real reason she wanted to move here was so Jake could hang out with me and she wouldn't feel so guilty about traveling so much. She got a lot of money in the divorce from my real dad and was having a lot of fun spending it.

As soon as I got to my room, I tossed the blanket in the trash and went into the bathroom. I turned the shower on as hot as possible and stepped inside. For a long time, I just let the water wash over me. It was streaming through my long hair and pummeling my tired body. Eventually I soaped up, washing myself from head to toe, lingering on my breasts, my ass.

By the time I got out, the entire bathroom was filled with steam and my skin was pink all over. I dried my hair and body then massaged some lotion into my long, slim legs. It felt so good to pamper myself without having to worry about my roommate barging in. College was fun but I really missed having privacy.

I shrugged off the thought, pulled on a big t-shirt and a pair of panties and went downstairs. The living room was dark as I passed through to the den. I got the fireplace started and rummaged through Jake's DVD collection for something spooky and fun. Nothing grabbed me so I curled up on the couch and turned on the television, figuring there had to be a ton of horror movies on.

Turned out I was right. After finding a somewhat familiar flick from the eighties that featured a bunch of half-naked kids with bad hair running from a maniac in the dark, I grabbed a beer from Jake's mini-fridge and settled in.

On screen, a hot blonde was struggling to open the door to a barn or something. She was yanking on the door handle so hard her huge breasts were jiggling and threatening to come out of the top of her shirt. Behind her, a shadowy figure made its way through the trees, headed straight for her. Just as she pulled the door open, a hand reached out and grasped her shoulder. She screamed and turned to find… her own boyfriend. They'd been separated in the woods and each thought the other was dead. The girl hugged him tight and dragged him inside the barn. The huddled together on a pile of hay, and like all terrified people do, started making out.

Suddenly the movie got a hell of a lot more interesting. After a few kisses and loving talk they got down to business. The blonde said she didn't want to die a virgin and the guy was more than happy to oblige. In seconds, his shirt was off and his hand was down the front of her shorts. Man, movies were hot back then. As they moaned together, I felt my own pussy dampen. The memory of the hot fuck I never got came back to me. I stretched my legs out and pulled my shirt up to reveal the flat plane of my belly, the gentle curve of my hips under the black lace panties.

When the blonde on television pulled her shirt off over her head I did the same, dropping my t-shirt on the floor next to me. Even with the warmth from the fire, the room was chilly and my nipples puckered quickly, the dark nubs standing out against the creamy white of my skin. I ran my hand over the velvety soft globe and was heading down between my legs when a sound in the house startled me.

I muted the movie and strained to listen. There was nothing but the crackling of the fire and the sound of my heart pounding in my chest for a long moment. Then the sound came again. A heavy shuffling, like something being dragged across the floor in the kitchen.

Forgetting all about the movie and my topless state, I grabbed a poker from next to the fireplace and stepped silently into the hallway. I was about to enter the kitchen to call nine-one-one when I heard another sound, much closer this time. I backed up, slipping into the den again. I held the poker close to me and tried to hide my body in the shadows behind the door, praying whomever it was didn't come in the room. It would be obvious someone was at home and there wasn't another way out of the den.

The intruder walked up, stopping in the doorway. They sniffed and cursed. I held my breath. An eternity went by before they moved on. I bit my bottom lip, trying to figure out whether to find a better hiding spot or run for it.

I crept out from the shadows since either choice meant I had to move. Deciding that flight was the way to go, I hadn't put my entire foot out of the room before I felt someone move nearby. A large, solid form flew at me, pushing me back into the den. We landed in a heap on the floor and air rushed out of my lungs. I cried out and tried to hit them with the poker, but it was trapped between us.

The smell of cigarettes and bourbon filled my nose, triggering a sense of familiarity. Before I could say anything a large hand circled my throat and a low, guttural voice filled the silence.

"Shit!" He let go of my throat and sat up, still straddling my body. I released my grip on the fireplace poker and it sat heavily between my breasts. My naked breasts. Jake's eyes searched my face and down to the extensive amount of skin I was showing.

"I know how you college kids are, always trying to be funny. I get enough of that shit at the bar; I don't need it in my own house."

"Jake, please." I'd never seen him like this. So cold. It had to be some combination of drunk, the endorphins from our brief scuffle and whatever had left him home alone for the weekend. Whatever it was, I reacted strongly. My mind was telling me to run. He wasn't some crazy axe murderer, but he was someone I didn't even know very well, except for what my mother told me.

But the strangest thing was my body. It didn't want to flee. In fact, I had to fight the impulse to wiggle under him and thrust my breasts up to give him a better view. My skin was hot where the denim of his jeans rubbed against my sides.

Jake leaned down again so his face was inches from mine. I always forgot how handsome he was. He had strong, angular features and a sexy, unruly shock of ink-black hair that was falling over his forehead. "Don't push me, Valerie. I've had a bitch of a day and I'm not in the mood for teenage bullshit."

"What are you in the mood for, Jake?" The words were out before I knew it. And as the anger in his face turned to something else I knew it was too late to take them back.

"Don't play innocent, Val. It doesn't suit you. Your mother told you why she's left me and you came to confirm her suspicions, right?"

"Suspicions?" I knew I sounded like a moron but I didn't have the slightest clue what was going on.

"It's all right. I don't care. I told her I never touched any of the waitresses but she refuses to believe me, and they all backed me up. So she figured if you threw yourself at me I couldn't resist. Then you two could take everything I have in the divorce."

As my blood stopped pounding in my veins and he finished talking it all became clear. Mom had accused him of cheating but couldn't prove it. That's how she ended up getting so much money out of my dad, too. What a bitch.

I stood up and walked over to him warily. "Jake, I understand now. And no. I would never do that to you. Would never participate in that."

Now that we were close to the fire we could see each other clearly. His eyes searched mine for a long time. "I… I don't want to think you'd do that. I thought we were buddies."

I smiled reassuringly. "We are. I swear this is all just a crazy coincidence."

"Maybe so. Why are you here, then?"

I laughed. "I had a situation on campus and needed to get away. I thought you guys were away so I figured I could lick my wounds here alone. I was just watching a movie when I heard you come in the back door."

He ran a hand over his face. "Oh. I walked home from the bar since I had a few too many. Didn't think to check for your car out front."

Jake reached over and pushed a button on the remote. The movie started up again, with the couple making out. He chuckled. "Watching a 'movie,' huh?"

"It's a horror film, Jake. Not porn."

"Oh yeah? I think they're supposed to scare your socks off, not your entire outfit off, Val."