Right?

I mean, c’mon, right? Work with me here!

“Harder!” shouts Jaxon.

As I step into view, I feel my eyes go wide, my heart beating out of my chest.

My hand moves up to my mouth involuntarily at the sight of Jaxon’s muscular body on his hands and knees with Karissa’s cock firmly planted in his ass.

Karissa is gorgeous. I don’t think she takes hormones, so her body is still mostly male. But soft, skinny, young male with very little muscle. Her waist tapers and her ass is naturally round, like a genetic girl.

Her stomach muscles aren’t quite six-pack, but they’re definitely boy stomach muscles. She even has the V that leads down to . . .

Oh my God!

That is a one fucking monster of a cock! She wasn’t kidding. How in the hell does that fit in Jaxon’s ass?

My pussy fires on all cylinders. The joy of watching people having hot, dirty fun is getting me right where it counts. If my clit were a dick, it would be standing at full attention dribbling pre-cum.

I swear I have the mind of a guy.

I remind myself to breathe as I stare at the incredible sight of two people joined together in ecstasy.

“You like that?” says Karissa.

“Harder!” says Jaxon.

“You want it harder? I’ll give it to you fucking harder. I want you to feel me in the back of your throat.”

“God, yes!”

They both look so blissful as she braces herself and begins to pound him like a jackhammer. He groans in delight.

Shit, should I?

Nope, I’m way beyond should I. I have to.

I need to rub one out, right here, right now. Even if I get caught. I don’t care. This is one of the hottest sights I have ever seen.

My clit shouts “Thank you!” as I reach under the band of my panties and begin to stroke her with my palm in wide circles, cupping my wet folds and teasing my inner lips with my fingers.

Oh God, yes.

Was that me or Jaxon?

Oh, that was Jaxon. He likes this. So different. He seems so straight. Well, he is straight. Karissa is a girl. But she’s fucking him in a very non-traditional way.

“I’m coming!” he shouts.

Oh my God! He’s shooting a load with nothing touching his dick! I didn’t think that was possible.

“I’m going to come,” she says.

“I want you in my mouth,” he says.

He leaps off her cock, the true length of which makes my eyes almost pop out of my head.

Holy sweet fucking God!

Karissa groans as she frantically jerks herself while he kneels with mouth open.

“Oh God!” she shouts as she erupts, ropes of hot steamy white thickness filling his mouth. He eats her spew like it’s caviar, gobbling up every drop on his hands and knees.

I’m so fucking jealous!

I squeal as I come. It wasn’t so much my fingers inside me as the incredible sight of a man eating his girlfriend’s sperm. The twistiness of it was just too hot. I fucking love it.

And I come again.

With another squeal.

My hand on the door jamb.

I catch my breathing and then open my eyes.

Shit, they’re both staring at me, a droplet of white cum dribbling from Jaxon’s lips.

Uh-oh.

Chapter 7

I run back out to the couch. Oh God, I’m so embarrassed. Shit, I have to find my own place faster now. Like tomorrow fast.

I turn when I hear the bedroom door open. Out comes Karissa in a tiny silk robe.

Shit.

“I’m so sorry,” I say as she gets to the couch.

She clasps my hands and sits, drawing us both down onto the couch. “Honey, it’s fine. No big deal. Chill, babe.”

“No, that was horribly embarrassing. I don’t know what got into me. I was just on my way to the bathroom . . . and then the door was open and I saw you . . . and then . . . I don’t know, I just couldn’t stop watching.”

“I take it as a compliment.” She’s smiling at me oddly. “Besides, it’s our fault. We left the door open. We not used to having house guests.”

“Well, I’m going to find my own place tomorrow. I’m afraid of seeing Jaxon’s face again.”

Karissa strokes the ends of my hair, giving me that look again. “Honey, like I said, it’s okay. Jaxon is fine. I’m fine. You’re fine.” Then she leans in and kisses me softly on the lips.

Oh.

My.

God.

Did she just do that?

“See?” she says, placing a hand on my thigh. “Everything is okay.”

I’m frozen in place. Don’t know what to do. Can’t move.

“Do you want to come join us?” she says with a devilish smile.

Yes! screams an answer all around me. But my brain is throbbing, I’m still a little drunk, I just got myself off, and . . . and . . . I think my head is going to explode.

“Um—”

She recoils. The expression on my face must be one of horror.

“It’s okay, honey,” she says. “You don’t have to. Not tonight. You not ready yet, I can see it in your eyes. But I just want you to know that you’re always welcome with Jaxon and me . . . in every way you can imagine.”

I still can’t answer, can’t even process this. Almost too much.

Even though I was kinda fantasizing about it myself. I’m just afraid to actually make that leap.

God, what happened to the horny confident girl on the plane? The girl who had balls enough to straddle Mr. Ray-Ban? The girl who was going to sexually conquer Miami?

Now a hot girl with a cock invites me to join her and her über-hot stud of a boyfriend but I chicken out in a wave of fear.

“Go to bed, honey,” says Karissa with a warm smile as she stands. “Jaxon is up and out early so you won’t see him, but trust me, it’s all good.”

“Thanks,” I say. “I appreciate it.”

“No prob.”

I watch her hips sway as she walks back to the bedroom. Definitely round and female ass, but undeniably skinny male legs with big feet. So different. So awesome.

I pull the sheet up, take off my clothes, and close my eyes.

Damn, what’s wrong with me?

Chapter 8

The sun blasting through the thin cheap blinds wakes me up, winning the battle against the air conditioning. I bet the sun wins every battle down here.

Well, okay. Wake up is a stretch. Emerge slightly from a coma-like state is a more accurate phrase.

Ow, ow, ow . . .  put head back down, Abigail. Head back down!

Shit, it feels like there’s a construction crew working in my head.

I close my eyes again.

“Are you all right?” says Karissa.

I open one eye and see her sitting at the round table in the dining spot. “I think so.”

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

 She looks fantastic in a loose print tank top over a black bra and jean cutoff shorts, legs crossed, sipping coffee, texting on her phone. Her light mocha skin glistens.

I sit up. Ow, ow, ow. My head was in a twisted position for a long time. Not to mention I’m a little hungover. Maybe a lot hungover.

“You okay, sister?”

“I’m fine,” I say. “What time is it?”

“Eleven.”

“Holy crap, really?”

“You sure can sleep, girl.”

I put my hand up to my head. “Fuuuuuuuck. Karissa, I’m so sorry. I fucked last night up royally. In the restaurant. Here. Everything. I’m an idiot. I’m so so sorry.”

“Will you please shut the fuck up? It was fun. I had a blast. Jax had a blast. But look, I got to run out and get some things. I need to be in work by seven tonight. When I come back, we should go clothes and job hunting for you.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“There’s cereal, milk, and coffee. Help yourself. I don’t have much else, which is why I’m running to the market for some basics.”

“Okay. Um, I have no cash. Just my debit card. If you want to wait, I’ll go with you and pay for it.”