Page 12 of Exposed

Rachel’s. “Caleb. Hi. How are you?”

“Well enough, thank you.” A pause, sounds of movement. “You are due for an examination soon, yes?”

“Yeah. Yes. For Companion.”

“Lisa says you’ve been doing excellently in your assignments as an Escort. She has been receiving requests for you specifically.”

“I’m trying hard. I want to make Bride.”

A pause. “I confess, Rachel, that I will be a little unhappy to see you enter the Bride pool. I enjoy our time together.”

“Me too.”

“Do you?” This is delivered sharply.

“Of course!” Rachel protests. “I never enjoyed sex until you. It was just something I did to survive. With you, it feels good.”

He rarely justtalksto me, the way he does with her.

Oh yes, I am jealous.

All I see through the crack in the door is the doorway to Rachel’s room, and a slice of the bed. If I pivot to the side, I can see the rest of the bed. Watching through the crack now, I see Rachel precede you through the door. She is fully dressed, in a pair of jeans, a pink flowery blouse, bare feet. You lift your chin, and Rachel peels the blouse off, baring pale, slight breasts, pink areolae and darker nipples. No bra. And then something shocking: Rachel reaches with both hands and unbuttons your shirt. Leaves it open but still on. Unfastens your slacks, lowers the zipper. You are not wearing underwear. Stranger yet.

Your erection sways free.

My heart hammers in my chest and I worry you can hear it, it beats so loudly. I am utterly still and not breathing.

You step out of your trousers and shrug the shirt off, and you are naked. It is broad daylight and the blinds are open. You tug Rachel’s jeans off, and she too is not wearing underwear. I cannot fathom that, how it would feel to not wear panties or a bra.

You are both naked.

Together.

Standing in the sun, facing each other.

Rachel grasps your erection, fingers sliding down, and your lips tighten, your eyes narrow, your nostrils flare. You remain still as a pale hand pumps down your erection and back up. Faster, and faster.

You begin breathing heavily.

“Enough.” You pull away abruptly, and I watch your abs tighten. You are holding back, I realize.

I am turned on, and disgusted with myself.

But fascinated.

Rapt.

You reach out, slide your hand into Rachel’s hair, pull, and then the kiss becomes a wild and stormy thing. I am never kissed by you this way, with such heat. It is brief, and then you push Rachel down. Kneeling, eyes up on yours. A smile. That smile, is it real? The hunger, the eagerness? The way lips part, eyes remaining on yours, fingers around your base, bringing your erection between those pale, plump lips.

You sigh, and your eyes close. I watch you, more than Rachel. You urge for more, pulling Rachel toward you, thrusting your hips forward. A gagging sound as your long erection reaches the back of Rachel’s throat. Leaning forward, taking more. Eyes water, nostrils flare, and you do not see. Rachel’s hands are busy, cupping your testicles, gripping your erection as you pull back. Clutching at your backside as you thrust roughly.

“Take it on your face,” you order.

Rachel pulls back and lets your erection pop free, a string of saliva connecting lip to shaft. Rachel sinks down lower, grips your erection in both hands, pumps hard and fast. At the end, you take your own erection in your hands and Rachel just waits, mouth open, eyes on yours, eager.

You come, streams of white semen spurting out of you and splashing onto Rachel’s face. Between parted lips, onto blinkingeyes. Rachel sweeps out her tongue and tastes it, licks it away, and you keep coming.

I watch, equal parts horrified and aroused, as you orgasm onto Rachel’s face, over and over and over, jets of thick seed dripping onto pale skin. And through it all, Rachel’s expression is seductive, aroused, pleased with the glops of thick come sliding down her face.