We were both laughing hysterically. I shushed Philly; I didn't want Donald to come out and find us like this. "We better get this cleaned up or we're in big trouble when Dad gets up" I joked.
I ran to get some towels from the hall closet to dry up the floor. I listened outside of the screen that served as a door for Donald's room and there wasn't a sound. I looked down at my tee shirt and it was exactly as you would expect, totally transparent. I could even see the tuft of hair at the top of my pussy. The soaked shirt was clinging to my ass too.
I came quietly running back into the living kitchen with some towels. I could feel my breasts bounce and Philly's eyes taking everything in as I came into the kitchen. I threw him some towels.
I just couldn't resist - I got down on my hands and knees and started to wipe up the water on the floor. I could see him in the reflection of the oven door. He was mopping up water, but was also trying to get behind me. I smiled to myself and with my heart in my throat, accommodated him by turning to get water in the corner by the stove. With the sunlight coming through the window, he could see everything. In the reflection I saw him sit back on his heels and just stare at my exposed pussy. I finished mopping up the water on the floor, but I was insanely turned on. I knew my pussy was open and wet; he could see the inner lips and the coral pink tunnel inside.
When I finished, I turned and looked at him. "Hey come on buddy, get to work, I'm not the only one who made a mess here," I smiled.
I was sideways to him now and the way the shirt hung, he could see my breasts hanging and swaying as I mopped up the floor. My nipples were painfully swollen and seemed to be getting even harder and darker as I put on this show for him. I'm sure he thought it was all accidental and I think that got him even more worked up. You could almost smell sex in the room.
I stood up and finally looked down at my shirt. It was still soaking wet.
"Oh great ... look at this, I look like a little slut standing here in a wet tee shirt."
The shirt clung to my breasts and you could see every little bump of my twisted up areola, never mind my hard nipples. Philly just looked at my breasts with a smile and told me that he thought I looked just great.
"You would," and I punched him again in the belly playfully. "You did this to me, you know."
"Well you shot me with water, what did you expect?" he argued.
"Well ... ok ... maybe, but you shouldn't have called me a bitch!" I countered.
I stood there for a moment thinking and finally said, "Well I guess it doesn't matter now, you've seen it all anyway, just don't say anything to Donald. I can't go in the room to change now or I'll wake him up. He'll go crazy if he knows we had a water fight and you saw me like this."
"Why do I think he'd go crazy in a different way than I'm going crazy? You look really, really good." He laughed, "But don't worry, there's no way I'd mention this to him; you're right, he wouldn't understand."
I smiled but also noticed that he also didn't offer me one of his tee shirts either.
I smoothed the shirt down over my breasts and looked at him with a shy smile and said "They're kind of small, but they don't look too bad now, do they?"
"Fuck no, they're perfect. You should just take the shirt off so you don't get a chill," he smiled.
"Nice try Philly, but it's time to get your eyes back in your head and make me some breakfast before I get cranky. You've seen more than you should've already."
By the time we finished breakfast, my shirt had dried and I was halfway decent again. I caught Philly staring at my breasts several times during breakfast. It was a pretty hot time for both of us, but once again, it was close to 11 and I had to get into the shower.
All week long I was wild, crazy horny over what I had done. I had no idea where this was going, but I did know where my relationship with Donald was headed. It was only going to be a matter of time before I broke up with him for good. We were starting to slip back into the old rhythms again and I wasn't going to be dealing with that. This escapade with Philly reminded me of what I missed and I wasn't going to have anyone stop me again. Donald really deserved to be with a nice girl who would play to violent jealousy better than me. I knew I was tempting the fates but couldn't bring myself to stop. I was totally caught up in my adventure with Philly.
I wondered what he thought.
It's kind of funny really. Most girls would be looking for ways to defuse the situation and I was trying to figure how to step it up and not look like a slut doing so. I knew I was acting sluttish, but I don't think Philly viewed it that way. I think he just saw it as really sexy and kind of out of the blue.
I had an idea of what I wanted to do next, but wasn't sure if I could make it happen or not ... or if I had the nerve.
When I got to Donald and Philly's house on Friday night, the guys had been drinking for a few hours and both were pretty lit, so all plans of going out pretty much went out the window. I was really ok with that anyway. My plan involved Donald getting a pretty good buzz. I searched though my purse and scared up a nice fat joint and fired it up. We all got a good buzz going. I drank some tequila for my nerves and just enjoyed hanging out with the guys watching a hockey game.
By the time the game ended and we wound down, it was a little after 1 in the morning and time to go to bed. We were all fairly loaded, me less than the guys. I finally said good night to Philly and went to take a quick shower, mostly to clear my head. When I was done, wrapped in a towel, I went back into the living room and laughing, dragged Donald off to bed to Philly's catcalls about keeping it down and how he wanted to sleep tonight.
I had plans for Donald though and couldn't make such promises. I could hear Philly turning off all the lights and locking the doors.
I didn't have much time if my plan was to work. I knew that Donald wouldn't be paying too much attention right now, he was pretty drunk. I dragged him over to his bed, turned on the bedside lamp and went back to the door to turn off the main room lights.
Donald had this crazy door on his room that was more like some sort of accordion structure. It was cheap and the landlord had put it there to avoid the cost of putting an actual door in place. It was made out of some sort of stiff vinyl material. The thing was supposed to be held closed by a magnet strip that was screwed into the door jamb. You'd pull it across the opening and the magnets would hold it closed. The thing was that if you didn't get it to stick then the door would stay open about 7or 8 inches. This is what I was counting on.
The other factor that played into my plan was how the bedrooms were set up. Philly's room was kitty corner across the hall. The door was offset from Donald's by maybe 3 feet. That meant that if he wanted to, and the door wasn't closed properly, he could sit in his room and see everything happening on the bed in Donald's room.
Donald knew that of course and so was always really careful about attaching the door properly. While he never said it, I'm pretty sure it was that he didn't want to have Philly get his rocks off watching us do stuff. Tonight though, he was drunk and not paying any attention to the door.
I closed the door, but didn't attach it to the magnets. Donald was lying on the bed. I could hear Philly walking down the hall to his room. He was shutting off lights as he went. I dropped my towel by the door and walked over to the bed. Donald was already naked and ready for me. As I lay down with him, I heard the footsteps stop outside in the hall. I smiled to myself.
I began kissing Donald and then slowly worked my way down his body. He was excited and sporting a nice erection. I slipped into a sixty nine position. He immediately pulled me over to him and started to roughly suckle my pussy. I bit my lower lip. I loved it when he was hammered because he was much rougher and aggressive with me. I loved to be used like this. I had fallen in love with the rough stuff after my episode with some carpenters the summer before.
I found that when Donald was drunk, things kind of got a little out of control for me. There was no way to stop him once he started. I had just given him the nudge and now I couldn't stop what was about to happen if I wanted to. Philly was going to see me get practically raped by Donald and there wasn't a thing I could do to prevent it if I wanted to.
I didn't want to.
I was facing his room and I smiled to myself when I attacked Donald's hard dick. I was putting on a show for him tonight. At one point, I looked right out through the door and into Philly's room. I wasn't sure if he was there until I saw the clock on the opposite wall. It hadn't been there one second, but then it was. He was there in his room, in the dark, maybe 15 feet away watching this.
I stopped sucking Donald's dick. I was getting close to an orgasm. Donald was just attacking my tender pussy and I couldn't take much more of it. I was rubbing his dick on my face when it hit and I exploded in moans and sharp cries of sweet agony. I rolled and twisted on the bed in the throes of pleasure. Donald held onto my hips and kept up his insane licking of my pussy. I attached his dick again, sucking and kissing it as I writhed and moaned on the bed.
He was started to get out of control too, but then he pushed me off him. He rolled me onto my belly and picked up my ass and positioned me on my knees with my ass in the air. He knelt behind me and started rubbing his dick up and down my open, wet slit. I was facing Philly's room.
"You want this?" he demanded to know.
I whimpered ... there was nothing I wanted more right then.
"Beg me for it," he ordered.
I was trying to push myself onto it. I was on fire now. He was having none of it though.
"Fuck me," I said softly.
"What?" he said. "I didn't hear you."
"Fuck me," I said louder in a plaintive desperate tone looking directly at where Philly was in the dark.
"You want me to fuck you?" he leered.
"YES, Yes, yes ... fuck me hard, fuck me with your big hard dick," I begged.
He slammed his dick deeply into my soaking pussy. I half moaned and half screamed as it forced its way deep into my petite body. He held onto my ass and began to fuck in long, hard strokes. I was rolling my head from side to side in pleasure.
This was insane and when I remembered that I was being watched I rolled into a huge orgasm, clutching double handfuls of blankets and pushing myself onto the impaler behind me.
Donald pulled his dick out of my throbbing pussy and sat back to recover. When I looked back at him, his eyes were glazed and he was sweating.
He flipped me onto my back and pushed my legs wide apart. My pussy was spread wide open. He pulled me up onto his dick and began to fuck hard while mashing my breasts and twisting my nipples. I was going crazy rolling around on the bed as he had his way with me. He flicked my nipples with hard little snaps of his finger and they turned a dark reddish color as they twisted up, pulling the skin of my breasts taut.
He was groaning and breathing hard when he pulled out of my pussy again. He lay back on the bed and pulled me on top of him. I reached around and placed him at my tender entrance and he pushed in. I leaned down and fed him a nipple.