Chapter 1: Introduction
The sun was a melting gold orb in the sky as Viola and Sarah staggered through the front door, giggling like high school girls on their first wine cooler. The evening had been a blur of flickering city lights, clinking glasses, and laughter that echoed off the narrow cobblestone streets. They'd danced at a dive bar, sang karaoke at a kitschy lounge, and ended up at a late-night diner where they'd shared a milkshake and laughed until their stomachs ached.
Now, they were home, the apartment a warm, glow-y sanctuary from the chilly night air.
"I'm crashing," Sarah announced, her words slightly slurred. She kicked off her heels and padded towards her bedroom, leaving Viola alone in the living room.
Viola plopped down on the couch, a worn-out but comfortable piece of furniture that seemed to have been through as many adventures as they had. She loved Sarah's apartment, with its mismatched furniture and walls adorned with eclectic artwork. It was a place where stories could be written, and secrets kept.
She glanced at her reflection in the mirror above the mantel.
Her makeup was smudged, her long blonde hair disheveled from the night's activities. She tugged at the hem of Sarah's borrowed tank top, feeling self-conscious despite the fact that she was alone. She always felt this way, like she was never quite pretty enough, never quite right. She hated the way her face always seemed to look in photos, the slight asymmetry of her features, the way her eyes looked a little too small. She felt a familiar pang of insecurity, but she pushed it away, trying to focus on the warmth and security of the moment.
She flicked on the TV, and a classic romantic comedy was playing. She'd seen it a million times, but it was comforting, like an old friend. She curled up on the couch, her feet tucked underneath her, and lost herself in the familiar dialogue.
The front door opened, and Mark stepped inside. For a moment, Viola panicked. She wasn't expecting him, and she was only in a tank top and her Lacey see-through thong. She tried to play it cool as he came in the living room. "Hey, Mark," she said, her voice a little too breathy. She tugged at the hem of the tank top again, trying to cover more of herself.
Mark raised an eyebrow as he took in her attire, but his voice was casual. "Hey, Viola. Where's Sarah?"
"She crashed already," Viola replied, her eyes darting away from him. "We had a... late night."
He groaned in annoyance “damn was hoping to get laid tonight” he said. Viola's cheeks flushed at his crassness, but she couldn't help but laugh. He was always so blunt, so honest. It was one of the things she liked about him.
"Well, you're out of luck, buddy," she teased, nudging him playfully. "She's passed out cold."
Mark flopped down onto the armchair, his eyes scanning the room. "So, what are you up to?"
"Just watching a movie," she said, gesturing to the TV. "You're welcome to join, if you want."
He smirked, his eyes flicking to her again.
"Yeah, I can see that." There was a pause, a moment of silence that was both comfortable and charged. Viola shifted slightly, her feet still tucked under her, her knees pressed together. She knew she should just let it go, but the silence was making her nervous.
Mark Went and grabbed a blunt and came back down and sat next to viola. He asked if she wanted to partake. She eagerly agreed and they began smoking. After a bit viola was laying with her head on his lap as she stared up at the ceiling. He was slowly stroking her hair as they both enjoyed their high. She saw he was staring at her blatantly see through thong and couldn’t help but laugh. “My face is up here mark” she said. Mark just laughed.
“I know” he said “but damn. You have a great body viola” Viola felt like she should be offended but there was something genuine in his compliment.
“Thanks” she said simply, her voice soft. She liked mark. He was always so straightforward, so honest. There was no games with him. It was refreshing.
“You’re welcome” he said, his hand still in her hair. She could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat through his chest, steady and calm. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. There was a moment, a pause, a silence that seemed to stretch on forever. “Those tits looks so good” he whispered. Viola stumbled over her words, taken aback. “Mark, what are you—”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he said, his voice softening. “But you’re so beautiful, Viola. I’ve always thought so.”
Viola’s heart pounded in her chest. She knew that Mark and Sarah had an open relationship, but she had never considered herself part of that dynamic. She glanced down at her body, feeling exposed. Her nipples were hard, visible through the thin fabric of the tank top.
“You’re not making me uncomfortable,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt his dick hardening beneath her head. The realization made her heart race and her breath hitch. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and uncertain. He was watching her with an intensity that made her feel both vulnerable and desired.
"Mark, I-I don't know..." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her insecurities came rushing back, a tidal wave of self-doubt. She wasn't sure she could handle this, wasn't sure she was good enough for him.
He leaned down, his voice low and soothing. "It's okay, Viola. We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. “Maybe I can see those amazing tits though” he asked. The way he said it was so straightforward, so devoid of judgment, that Viola couldn't help but laugh. She felt a warmth spread through her, a mix of arousal and affection. She trusted Mark, trusted his honesty and his kindness.
"You can see them if you want," she said, her voice still soft. She grabbed the hem of the tank top and pulled it up, revealing her breasts to him. They were large and full, her nipples still hard from the cool air. Mark's eyes widened, a low groan escaping his lips.
"Fuck, Viola.
They're…they're perfect." Mark's voice was a low, reverent whisper. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he cupped one of her breasts. Viola gasped at the contact, her body responding to his touch despite her initial hesitation.
"Do you like that?" Mark asked, his voice a soft murmur. Viola nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. She reached out, her hand resting on his thigh.
She could feel the heat of his leg through his jeans, the muscles tensing under her touch. Mark's eyes darkened, his gaze flicking between her face and her chest. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. The kiss was soft, tentative, a question rather than a statement. Viola responded, her lips parting, her hand moving to his chest. She could feel his heart pounding, the rhythm matching her own.
”Do you want to see my cock” he asked., Viola hesitated for a moment, biting her lower lip. She knew she should probably say no, that this was all moving too fast, too intense. But she also knew that she wanted to. She wanted to see him, to touch him, to feel him inside her.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Mark grinned, a slow, wicked smile that sent shivers down her spine. He stood up, unbuttoning his jeans as he did. Viola watched, her heart pounding in her chest as he pushed them down, revealing his boxers. She could see the outline of his cock, hard and straining against the fabric.
Her mouth went dry, her breath hitching in anticipation. Mark hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, and slowly, teasingly, pulled them down. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, the tip glistening with precum. Viola's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. She'd seen plenty of cocks before, but none that looked quite like Mark's. It was perfect, in a way that made her feel both intimidated and excited.
Mark sat back down on the couch, his cock jutting out, proud and demanding.
Viola couldn't take her eyes off it, her mouth watering at the sight. She reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she wrapped her fingers around the base. Mark groaned, his head falling back against the couch as he closed his eyes.
"Fuck, Viola," he breathed. "That feels so good."
Viola felt a surge of confidence, a sense of power as she stroked him. She could feel the silky smoothness of his skin, the hardness of him, the way he throbbed in her hand. She loved the way he reacted to her touch, the way his body responded to her. It was so big she wrapped both hands around it and there was room for two more. She looked up at him and smiled. "You like that?" she asked, her voice husky.
Mark opened his eyes and looked down at her. "Fuck, Viola, you have no idea," he groaned. "You're so fucking sexy."
She blushed at his words, but continued to stroke him, her grip firm and steady. She could feel him getting harder in her hands, could see the veins pulsing along the length of him.
"I want to taste you," she whispered, her eyes locked onto his. "Can I?"
Mark let out a low growl and nodded. "God, yes.
Please, Viola," Mark begged, his voice ragged with desire.
Viola felt a thrill run through her at his words, at the sight of him, hard and desperate for her. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum. Mark hissed, his hips bucking slightly, urging her to take more of him into her mouth.
She obliged, slowly taking him in, inch by inch, until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but Mark just gripped her hair, gently guiding her. "That's it, baby.
Take it all," Mark whispered, his voice hoarse and ragged. Viola felt a sense of accomplishment, her eyes watering slightly as she took him deeper. She began to move her head, bobbing up and down on him, her hands gripping his thighs for support.
Mark let out a low groan, his hips thrusting gently with her rhythm. You're so good at this," he praise, his voice laced with awe and desire. Viola felt a surge of pride, her confidence growing with each stroke. She sucked harder, swirling her tongue around his shaft, loving the way his cock pulsed in her mouth.