Lucky This Isn't Real

I kicked off my sweats and t-shirt and followed her into the bathroom.

“This is amazing!” she gushed, as I helped her up over the side of the soaker tub, into the fully tiled shower— the tiles arranged in a fresco image of an ancient Greek public bath.

“It’s not the worst,” I said with a grin.

“And that’s not the only amazing thing,” she said, glancing down at my rapidly hardening cock.

“I think we have time for a quickie, don’t you?”

She flicked the tip of her tongue along her lower lip.

“I think we do.”

“I could use some special magic before my audition. It could bring me luck, after all.”

“Do you know anything about the ancient art of sex magick?” Maggie asked.

“A bit, aye.”

I did. Eoin had been getting into it and telling me some of the interesting things he was learning from his school friends, to which I always had to respond that he should not be talking to me about that kind of thing.

I’d never really thought about trying it, but if it made her happy, I saw no reason not to infer I knew about it. It wasn’t really a lie.

What felt more like a lie was step-dancing around the true extent of my messed-up family history last night. I had alluded to the fact that I didn’t have anything to talk about with a therapist. That wasn’t true, but there was nothing that I felt comfortable revealing.

Was there really much of a difference between lying and dishonesty by omission?

What wasn’t a lie was that I was falling for Maggie— hook, line, and sinker.

It still felt weird, falling in love so fast, but I really couldn’t deny the honest truth.

“This is a really nice shower,” Maggie remarked.

“Uh-huh. We’d better put it to good use.”

“We’d better.”

She turned around and bent over, her hands braced against the tiled wall, and the warm water from the designer rainfall showerhead lashed down over her beautiful, naked form. Without a word, I got on my knees behind her, gently spreading her folds.

Taking a moment just to appreciate the sheer beauty of her tight, pink pussy, I then, as gently as possible, ran my tongue down the length of her, dragging a long, loud moan from deep in her soul. It was one that grew louder with each light pass of my tongue over her sweet, delicate lips.

Going a bit harder, I kept lapping, well aware that the pussy was pressure-sensitive instead of friction-sensitive. I really loved pleasuring her in this position. There was enough of an angle to put pressure on her clit and G-spot as I did.

When Maggie got close to orgasm, I pulled back a little, letting her settle a bit before going back in earnest, licking in hard, circular motions while working a finger inside her.

She started shaking so hard I thought she might collapse, so I braced my other hand on her hip in case I had to keep her from falling.

She stayed upright, just barely, as she shook and trembled with a massive orgasm. I got up and held her, kissing her gently as she came down.

There was no getting around it: I was falling for her, and I fully intended to show her how I felt.

When she was ready, I bent her over again and gently stroked my cock against her tender and engorged opening.

Maggie jerked as I eased the head of my dick inside her sweet, tight, wet little pussy. She took in a sharp breath and let it slowly out, a tremble going through her.

“You okay, darlin’?” I asked, stroking her lower back.

“God, yes! You feel really fucking good. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

I penetrated her channel until my throbbing shaft was halfway in. Then, taking her firmly by the hips, I moved deeper into her.

I loved working her tight pussy, feeling it squeeze me back, not wanting to let me go. It was nice to feel so welcome and wanted.

Maggie came first, trembling against me as the waves of pleasure rippled through her gorgeous, curvy body. Her inner muscles worked me hard, spasming all around my shaft.

Easing out, I grabbed my cock near the head to keep from coming too soon. I pulled out.

“Turn around,” I instructed her.

Maggie turned to face me. She got on her knees to accept my load.

I pushed my cock into her mouth, keeping one hand on the back of her head as she sucked the cum out of me, flooding her mouth and her throat.

I pulled my dick out and gently wiped the drop of cum that was trickling down her chin with my thumb, which I then slid into her mouth.

Maggie sucked greedily.

Then I helped her to her feet and kissed her passionately.

“Real sex might be making me fall for my fake fiancée,” I said as I held her.

Maggie laughed, seeming to think that I was kidding. I laughed too, not wanting to let on that I was not only serious but that I had actually already fallen for her.