Chapter 3: Movies Makeouts and more Meesh
The credits began their silent scroll, casting the room in a dim, shifting light. Travis turned his head, his lips finding the warm skin of Bianca’s cheek in a lingering kiss before he pulled back, his eyes locked on hers. He brought his wet fingers to her mouth, and she opened without hesitation, her tongue swirling around them, sucking them slick before he pulled them out, glistening.
He slid his hand back across her collarbone, dipping down her chest until he found her breast, squeezing it, his damp fingers circling her taut nipple, making her gasp softly into his neck. “Tonight,” he whispered, his voice a rough vibration against her ear, “I’m going to suck on Meesh’s tits until she comes, and then I’m going to cover her in cum while I think about these pretty buds.” Bianca shivered as he lightly pinched her nipple, her hand tightening around his cock as it throbbed through his sweats. “Watch,” he breathed.
With deliberate, careful movements, he shifted his left hand from where it cupped Meesh’s breast under her shirt. He gently tugged the soft fabric of her tank top, pulling the arm hole across to expose the full, heft of her breast. The nipple was a soft pink in the muted light. Bianca watched, her breath hitching, as Travis began to knead and play with Meesh’s breast, his fingers tweaking and rolling the nipple until it hardened into a stiff peak. Meesh murmured in her sleep, arching slightly into the touch, a small smile on her lips. Bianca’s eyes were wide, her mouth slightly open, feverishly drinking in the sight of Travis handling his girlfriend’s body so intimately, so possessively, just for her.
He leaned closer to Bianca, his nose brushing her hair. “See how soft she is?” he murmured, his thumb brushing over Meesh’s erect nipple. “But yours… yours are perfect fucking handfuls. Hard all the time for me.” Under the blanket, Bianca guided his other hand, the one she had slicked, between her own thighs, pushing the loose shorts aside. His fingers slid through her wetness, and he groaned into her hair, fucking her slowly with two fingers as he continued to fondle Meesh with his other hand. The movie’s score swelled to a final, triumphant crescendo.
As the screen went black, they froze, their illicit motions ceasing. Travis carefully pulled Meesh’s top back into place, and Bianca adjusted her own clothing, both of them breathing heavily in the sudden quiet. Gwen stirred first, blinking awake. “God, did I pass out? Sorry, guys.”
“No worries,” Travis said, his voice miraculously normal. He gave Meesh’s shoulder a gentle shake. “Hey, sleepyhead. Movie’s over.”
Meesh yawned, stretching. “Oh, man. I missed the end. Was it good?”
“Explosive,” Bianca said, her voice a little husky. She untangled herself from Travis and stood, taking the blanket with her to hide the evidence of their arousal. “Let’s get this mess cleaned up.”
They moved in a tired, familiar routine. Meesh and Gwen began gathering empty bottles and pizza boxes from the living room, while Bianca carried a stack of plates and glasses into the kitchen. Travis followed with the remaining trash.
The kitchen was awash with the harsh fluorescent light from under the cabinets. Bianca stood at the sink, her back to him, rinsing a plate. The borrowed t-shirt clung to the dampness between her shoulder blades. He moved silently, closing the distance in two strides.
His body pressed against her back, pinning her gently against the counter. His hands slid around her waist, one coming up to cup her breast, squeezing it roughly through the thin cotton. The other hand dipped low, past the hem of the shirt, his fingers sliding easily into the waistband of her shorts and down, through her damp curls. She was soaked. He found her clit, circling it once, making her hips jerk, before plunging two fingers deep inside her. She let out a sharp, stifled gasp, her head falling back against his shoulder.
He buried his face in her neck, kissing the sensitive skin below her ear, his teeth grazing her. “Fuck, you’re drenched,” he growled, pumping his fingers in and out of her tight, wet heat. She pushed back against him, grinding on his hand, her own hand reaching behind to clutch his thigh. He could feel her muscles tightening around his fingers, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. He squeezed her breast hard, pinching the nipple through the fabric.
The sound of footsteps and chatter approached from the living room. He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and tasting her sharply as he stepped back, just as Meesh and Gwen rounded the corner into the kitchen, arms full of trash.
“You guys are the best,” Meesh said, smiling obliviously as she dumped her load into the bin. Bianca kept her back turned, focusing intently on the running water. Travis leaned against the counter, a lazy, satisfied smile on his face.
“All part of the service,” he said. The next few minutes were a blur of wiping counters and final goodbyes. Hugs were exchanged at the door—Travis hugging Gwen, Meesh hugging Bianca, a brief, chaste embrace that felt like a cruel joke. Then they were gone, their car taillights disappearing down the dark street.
Meesh closed the door and sighed, leaning against it. “That was fun. I’m beat.” She stretched, and the hem of her tank top rode up, exposing a sliver of her stomach. “I’m gonna go brush my teeth and crash.”
“I’ll finish up down here,” Travis said, kissing her forehead. He watched her walk up the stairs, the gentle sway of her hips, and felt a confusing rush of affection and burning, illicit desire.
He moved through the downstairs, turning off lights, his mind replaying the feel of Bianca around his fingers, the look on her face as she watched him touch Meesh. His phone buzzed in his pocket.
Bianca: I can still smell you on my fingers.
He typed back, his heart hammering.
Travis: You taste even better.
Bianca: Show me. Send me a pic of what you’re going to do to her.
He walked to the hall bathroom, locking the door. He took a picture of his hard cock, thick and curving against his stomach, pre-cum beading at the tip. He sent it.
Travis: Thinking of your mouth.
Bianca: Fuck. Yes. Do it. Cover them.
He took a deep breath, splashed water on his face, and went upstairs. The bedroom was dark, lit only by the faint glow from an alley light outside the window. Meesh was already in bed, naked under the sheets, her form a soft curve. He stripped quietly, sliding in beside her. She murmured, turning toward him, her skin warm and familiar.
He kissed her slowly, deeply, his hands roaming her body. He pushed the sheets down, exposing her. His mouth found her breast, his tongue laving over her nipple, sucking it into his mouth just as he’d described to Bianca. Meesh gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair. “God, Travis…”
He worshipped her breasts, moving from one to the other, sucking and nibbling until she was writhing beneath him. He pictured Bianca’s face, her intense, hungry eyes watching him. He kissed his way down Meesh’s stomach, settling between her thighs. He used his tongue and fingers on her until she came with a choked cry, her thighs clamping around his head.
He moved up her body, positioning himself over her. He guided his cock into her, sinking into her wet, welcoming warmth. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. He fucked her with a focused, relentless rhythm, his eyes fixed on her breasts bouncing with each thrust. He thought of Bianca’s wetness on his fingers, her whispered commands.
He felt his climax building, a tight coil in his gut. He pulled out suddenly, a strangled groan escaping him. Meesh’s eyes flew open in confusion. “What…?”
He stroked himself fast, his fist a blur. “On your tits,” he panted, the image of Bianca’s voyeuristic pleasure searing his mind. “I want to come all over your perfect tits.”
He erupted over her, thick ropes of cum striping her chest and stomach, splashing across her swollen nipples. He kept jerking, emptying himself onto her skin, breathing harshly. Meesh lay beneath him, her eyes wide, a slow, dazed smile spreading across her face. “Wow,” she whispered, looking down at the mess he’d made. “That was… intense.”
He collapsed beside her, spent. He reached over, smearing his cum across her nipples with his thumb, just as he’d promised a ghost in the room. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, kissing her shoulder, the salt of her skin and his own release on his lips.
As Meesh drifted into a sated sleep, he lay awake, the phantom scent of Bianca still in his nose, the real taste of her on his tongue, and the cooling proof of his betrayal glistening on his girlfriend’s skin.