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already called the Air B and B."

Kristy was so mad she could barely think. "So what the fuck am I supposed to do?"

"Brett is going to take you to dinner. Make the best of it. I promise, I'll make it up to you."

Kristy you could still slam a phone receiver down, to make a point. Instead she huffed, said "fine," and stormed off towards the baggage claim.

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The Uber pulled up to the address in her email. It was a tiny little house, right on the beach, but much smaller than she expected. Thanking the driver, she walked up and punched the code on the keybox.

Opening the door, it was a small little studio apartment. The kitchen was in the far corner, with a patio door opening to the deck. Sliding open the shade, it had an incredible view, but turning around, the living room was nothing more than a pull-out couch, a coffee table, and a TV.

She told herself to focus on the view, her attempt at zen interrupted by a knock at the door.

Turning, Brett entered. He was taller than Justin, and certain better built. For all the things she didn't care for about him, he was definitely good looking. His sandy blonde hair seemed perfectly fit to the...whatever this place was.

He was carrying a duffle bag, a plastic grocery sack hanging from his hand, and a pizza.

"Brought dinner," he announced.

Kristy scoffed. Justin was going to pay for this.

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Dinner was cheap pizza and wine on the deck. Kristy was frustrated; it would've been romantic with the right guy. At least he brought more than one bottle.

As the night went on, she had to admit it wasn't as bad as she expected. Brett was being nice. Charming, even. For the first time, she could see how he moved from girlfriend to girlfriend. She was sure his story about how brokenhearted he was so brokenhearted was pure bullshit, but she could see how a girl could fall for it.

The wine bottles empty, she expected him to go out for the night, but instead, he unfolded the fold-out bed, and then stood there awkwardly.

"So what are we going to do about this?" he asked.

Kristy, more than a little drunk, stomped her foot. "Fucking Justin. Why didn't he get a place with two bedrooms?"

Brett shrugged.

"You have a sleeping bag or something, right?"

Brett laughed. Do you SEE a sleeping bag? And where would I put one?

Kristy fumed anew. She was so pissed at her boyfriend. "We have to find a different place. It isn't like the three of us can share that one bed.

Brett shrugged. "Fine, but that doesn't change anything tonight. We're going to have to make the best of it," he said, grabbing his duffle and headed into the bathroom.

Kristy considered her options, and finding none, slouched towards her suitcase. Opening it, she was horrified at her options.

This was supposed to be a romantic weekend.

It was supposed to be a sexy weekend.

She had not packed to be seen by anyone at bedtime, except her boyfriend.

Examining her choices, she didn't know what to do. She could wear a bathing suit to bed, but that was weird. She had a few nice dresses; obviously not appropriate. She had some ultra slutty lingerie, but no way she was letting Brett see her like that.

Rooting her hand around, she found a matching green bra and panty set. They were lace, and extremely see-through and revealing, but it was the best she had. If Justin didn't like his best friend seeing her nipples almost peaking through the bra, or the way the panties would ride up and frame her ass, eh should've shown up.

Or at least that's what she told herself.

The bathroom door swung open, Brett walking into the room.

"What the fuck?" she gasped. He was wearing impossibly tight, leave-nothing-to-imagination, boxer briefs, and no shirt. "THAT is what you brought to another couple's romantic weekend?"

Brett laughed. "I didn't exactly expect to be sharing a bed," he said, shrugging.

"Turn off the light," Kristy demanded, as she made her way to the bathroom. "And no looking."

She changed, taking a deep breath and peering under the door to make sure the light was off, before she returned. Opening the door, she peaked around the side. Brett was under the covers; she thought he might already be asleep.

Entering the room, he sat up, leaning on one elbow. "Well god damned, my boy don't like."

Kristy felt her face flush with embarrassment. She couldn't remember the last time another man saw her in so little, other than Justin.

"Dammit," she scolded, "I told you not to look."

She had to admit, though, the fact he had to steal a glance was kind of nice. Almost exciting.

"Move over," she commanded, pulling up the sheets and sliding in. "There is a wall between us. Stay on your side of it."

"Yes, ma'am," Brett mocked in reply. laying back down.

Kristy closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~

Her eyes opened first, the room cast in a blue hue from the light reflecting off the water outside. For a moment, maybe two, she was at her romantic weekend, with her boyfriend. His hands were resting on her side, warm and firm against her skin. She could feel him nuzzled into her, his dick hard against her bottom. His hips wiggled, trying to encourage her.

But then, in a flash, she remembered. Those weren't Justin's hands.

That wasn't Justin's dick.

She jumped, pulling away. "Brett!" she cried out.

Turning, pulling the sheets up to cover herself, she stared at him in the darkness. His eyes were open, looking up at her.

"What do you think you're doing?" she scolded. She couldn't make out his face. Was he embarrassed? Smirking?

"I..." he started, his voice cracking. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."

"You didn't mean to have your hands on me?" she asked. "You didn't mean to rub yourself against me?"

He didn't immediately reply. The silence was thick between them. She pulled the sheets closer against her body.

"I...I was asleep. It just kind of happened."

She couldn't tell if he was lying, making an excuse, or telling the truth. Turning, she remembered there was no other place for either of them to sleep. "Fine," she replied, resigned. "Just...don't."

Brett nodded, as she slid back under the sheets. She felt himself hit behind her, laying down. He was still too close.

"Getting real close, there," she said, loudly.

"It's a tiny bed!" Brett replied, emphatically.

Kirsty sat up, turning and looking. Sure enough, there just wasn't really anywhere for him to go. "Whatever," she scoffed, laying back down.

Brett laid behind her. She felt him press up against her again. At first, she only felt his hips, but then...

...it started to grow.

"Do you mind?" she asked, quietly.

He didn't reply. He also didn't move.

She laid still, hoping it would go back down. She almost felt sorry for him; it had to be embarrassing. Your best friend's girl, almost naked, laying in a too-small bed with you? What guy wouldn't get a little too excited, she wondered to herself. Maybe if she just laid still, it would go down on its own. Maybe it would pass.

So she laid still, Brett pressed against her. As long as he kept his hands to himself, she told herself.

They laid there, in the dark. It kept growing harder. Kristy laid still, trying to ignore it. Waiting until it went away.

It grew longer still. She couldn't help but notice. Lying in the dark, her mind still boozy, a terrible thought entered her mind.

Was it bigger than Justin's?

She felt him shift his weight, it grinding against her cheeks.

Was it a LOT bigger than Justin's?

She laid still, trying to ignore it. Pushing the thought out of her mind, she tried to will herself to sleep.

It didn't go down. She didn't want to acknowledge it, but it didn't seem to be going away. She strained to hear Justin breathe, to see if he were still awake.

"Do you need to take care of that?" she whispered.

He didn't respond...but it twitched at her.

"Do you need to take care of that?" she asked, louder.

"What do you expect?" Brett asked. "You're so sexy. I can't help it."

"Figure it out," she scolded, still laying still.

Silence followed. He kept it pressed against her. Kristy couldn't ignore it, so hard and long. She wished he'd go to the bathroom and take care of himself. Maybe give her time to do the same.

She felt his weight shift. It pressed against her, almost snuggling between her cheeks. He moved some more. She felt her panties bunching, pulling away from her ass cheeks. They bunched further, until she could feel the heat radiating off of him.

Laying still, Kristy couldn't decide how much was in her mind, and how much was him moving intentionally. Was he grinding himself against her? Was he using her, to pleasure himself?

She knew the reaction she could explain would be to tell him to go to the bathroom, and yet, she couldn't speak. If he wasn't doing anything, if it were in her head, she told herself be so embarrassed.

Then she felt his hand back on her hips, holding the exposed skin between her bra and panties. What if he was asleep again? She should wake him up, she told herself.

His hands gripped her. He pushed harder against her ass. She was about to sit up, to pull away...

...when she felt him move his hand down, and pull her panties aside. The fabric sliding up over her hip, he placed himself directly onto her ass. Pulling her cheeks apart, he pressed against her. The tip of his cock pushed at her ass, dry humping her. Moving back to hold her hips, there was no debate now.

He was using her to take care of himself. Kristy laid still, pretending to sleep, but she couldn't deny what it was doing to her. She felt her nipples poking against her bra. With each movement, she felt the lace rubbing them. Massaging them. Making them grow harder and harder.

And she felt herself getting wetter and wetter. She could feel it on her thighs, dripping from her. He was only an inch or two away. If he got too close, she told herself, she wasn't sure she could resist.

Brett continued grinding against her ass. She couldn't help but move her hips, shifting back, pressing against him.

He must've noticed, because she felt his hand slide to the back of her thigh. He encouraged her, just enough. Her leg lifted, just a little. She felt her pussy pulling open, dripping wet.

Waiting.

He continued grinding against her ass, with bigger and bigger movements. Sliding further down, then further up.

Until it slipped, sliding between her pussy lips.

"Oh God," she moaned.

"Do you want it?" he asked, his voice suddenly sultry and commanding.

She shook her head. "We....we can't."

He was now grinding against her pussy.

"We can't," she gasped again, as it slid up and against her clit.

"Just a little," he encouraged her.

"I'm...he's your best friend. We can't," she gasped.

"It's not cheating if we don't go all the way."

He kept rubbing between her pussy lips. Gliding across her clit. She was powerless.

She nodded. "Just a little. Don't go too far."

She felt him slide a little further down the bed, before pressing against her. She was so wet, the tip slid between her lips with no effort. He wasn't exactly inside her, but he wasn't not.

He held still for a moment. Her body yearned for more, but she knew she couldn't. He started making tiny movements, sliding the tip in and out. She moaned, her body quaking as he pleasured the entry to her body.

He kept going, his hands on her hips. They slid up, one reaching forward and across her breast, still covered with her bra. Then he grabbed ahold of the strap of her panties, pulling her back towards him.

"More?" he asked.

She nodded no.

"More?" he asked again.

She nodded more. He started moving faster, his tip stretching her opening. Pulling her leg up, he reached around and started to massage her clit.

Kristy cried out. She knew it wouldn't take much to make her cum.

"More?" he asked.

"A little," she moaned softy, desperate to orgasm.

Gripping her panties, he slid further in.

"FUCK!" she cried out, her pussy stretching to take him. He was so thick, she couldn't believe he fit in so easily.

He slid in and out. It was only an inch or two, but it felt so amazing. His finger on her clit, massaging her, holding her, using her.

Kristy cried out, her hips shaking, coating him. Crying out for more. Needing him. He continued, going no deeper.

"Tell me you want more," he commanded.

She heard her voice, almost out-of-body. "More. Give me more."

He slid further in, her pussy stretching further. Her hips shook again, her body quaking as she came on him.

"You want every inch, baby?" he asked, teasing her.

She nodded. "Please," she whispered.

Brett stopped massing her clit, holding her hips, and driving himself into her.

"Oh GOD!" she screamed, as he found a depth in her she didn't know existed. She could feel him pushing against her cervix, making room for himself. He slid in and out, gently at first, before plunging deeper and deeper.

Kristy cried out. She knew she was his, her body available for whatever he wanted. She had no more will to resist.

Brett grabbed her by the hips, twisting onto his back. Before she even knew what was happening, she was perched atop him, facing away, his cock deep inside her. She felt his hands on her bra, unclasping it.

Across the room, in the blue glow of the room, she could see herself reflected in the TV. Her big breasts exposed, almost glowing. She'd never tried reverse cowgirl before, but his hands pushing up on her ass, before she knew it, she was bouncing up and down on him.

With each turn, he dove deep into her body, stretching her out. Each time she rose up, her body cried out to return. He guided her, as she rode him. She got water hearing him groan below him.

He pushed her off, tossing her aside. Obediently, she climbed to all fours. He climbed behind her, fucking her from behind.

She felt so sexy. So slutty. He was taking her like she'd never been taken. Not making love. Not having sex. He was straight fucking her, and she loved it.

She heard his body slap against her. He spanked her. "Fucking slut," he grunted. It turned her on even more.

Then he pulled out, pulling her by her neck into an upright position. Choking her lightly, he reached down with the other hand and massaged her clit.

She cried out, her body shaking. She was so close to another orgasm.

"This pussy is all mine," he commanded. She whined in agreement.

"I want to hear my pussy cum, like the little whore you are," he demanded.

It was as if her body were on remote control. She cried, her body shaking. She could feel her tits bouncing, his finger massaging her. She'd never felt anything like it.

Before she knew what was happening, he'd thrown her back onto the bed. Climbing atop her, he dove back into her. Up and down, he plunged his hips into her, stroking her pussy with his cock.

He went on and on, sweat dripping down his forehead onto her. Then, he pulled out. Taking her by the hand, he dragged her to the floor. She slid to her knees, as he stood above her.

Kristy looked up as he stared down at her, stroking his cock. She opened her mouth instinctively, just in time for a giant load of cum to splatter across her lips, her nose, her entire face. It felt so hot, so sexy, so slutty, she couldn't believe it. He came and came; it felt like forever, each stream accompanied by a growl of pleasure.

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