MILF: Risque Intentions Read Free

of my being. Now it was my life.
                  Then we talked about Marco, which I remember being hilarious for some reason. We mostly told embarrassing stories, most likely. We talked about past relationships and first loves. We talked about our parents and our siblings. We talked about interests and old worn out dreams we’d stopped pursuing. I found out that we had a lot in common and a lot more to learn. I remember feeling a sharp discomfort in the pit of my stomach. It felt similar to losing a loved one but could be best described as regret. I was almost frustrated that I had met Marco before I’d met Blaise.
                  “What was your first time like?” he asked me. Our legs had gotten tangled up in one another and I was leaning against him, my arms wrapped around his torso. A finger slowly traced every detail of my face before trailing down the curve of my neck to send shivers down my spine.
                  “It was nice, actually. I was a senior in high school and my best friend and I had made a pact that we would do it if one of us was still a virgin by the month before graduation. We both were. So he took me out to dinner and a movie, set up the back of his van with blankets and candles and music, and we took our time getting to know each other and how he whole deal worked. It ended up being a lot of fun.”
                  “That’s beautiful. You still talk to him?”
                  “Oh, no. Eric and I made a mistake by having sex that night. He’d had feelings for me for a long time and losing his virginity to me just kind of messed everything up.” I snuggled closer to him and yawned. “What about you? What was your first time like?”
                  “Well, nothing like yours,” he laughed. “I was fifteen and I had just made the football team. Marco, who was my best friend at the time, had just lost his virginity the weekend before. He’s always been about fairness and keeping friendships on an even playing field, so he found a girl for me to go out with the weekend after that. It was clumsy and awkward and awful. I found out after that she was the same girl that Marco had fucked. I know because she told me I was a better kisser but a much worse fuck. It was mortifying.”
                  A peal of laughter rippled through me. “So the two of you have always been eskimo brothers?”
                  He grinned and his hand slipped lower, under my blouse, to cup a breast. “Only once so far.” When his lips met mine, they tasted not of wine but of blue raspberry candy and well-kept secrets. I wondered if he had actually just been chasing after all of Marco’s girls since the beginning. Part of me was a little bit thrilled by the idea of being part of such a sick scheme. Most of me knew that he was telling the truth.
                  The kiss was slow and guarded at first, but soon after he reached around to grab my ass and pull me into his lap. Both of our movements became frenzied then. I pulled him into me by his hair and he grabbed my waist, using as leverage to grind against me. I could feel his already hard cock through my panties and gave a pleased moan. “Are you wet for me, baby?” he asked, dipping one hand down below my skirt to touch me over my panties. “Fuck. You’re soaked. Through your underwear.”
                  “Only because I’ve been thinking about your cock since you got here.”
                  “Yeah?”
                  “Yeah. I want you inside of me so bad. You have no idea.” I didn’t know what had taken over me. I never talked that way. Not even to Marco. But I was just telling the truth and following his lead and fuck did it feel good. Even drunk, every cell in my body was on fire with sensation. I heard him groan and he started to kiss and nibble my neck. The little ministrations drove me wild and I