Chapter 1: The Unwanted Guest and the Unignorable Attraction
"Andy," Adele whispered. "Are you awake?"
"Yes," Andy answered groggily.
"I can't sleep," Adele said. "They've been at it for hours."
"They'll stop soon," Andy mumbled, rolling over. "Just ignore it."
Adele didn't understand how Andy expected her to ignore the rhythmic thumping and gratuitous moaning coming from their guest room.
"Can you talk to him maybe?" Adele asked. "I haven't slept in two weeks."
"What, you want me to talk to him now?" Andy laughed and Adele heard a hint of condecention in his voice.
"No, not now," she said. "Maybe tomorrow, I'm so tired."
"Yes, OK, fine, I'll talk to him tomorrow," Andy grumbled.
Adele looked over at her alarm clock, it was 3:17 AM. Every night had been like this since Andy had allowed his old college friend, Liam, to move in with them. If it wasn't the sound of sex coming from the guest room in the early hours, it was the sound of Liam fiddleing with his guitar.
Andy had said that it would be temporary, just while Liam looked for a place of his own after moving back to town, but while Adele understood that finding an apartment wasn't easy, she hadn't seen any evidence of Liam actually looking. Instead, Liam was spending his days lounging around their apartment smoking weed and his evenings picking up women at a local bar. Adele had counted eight different women Liam had brought back in the last two weeks, three blondes, three brunettes, one red head and one asian woman who Adele thought was wearing a wedding ring when she saw her leave the next morning. Tonights was his ninth.
Andy seemed indifferent to the fact that his friend was taking advantage of their generosity. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying the revolving door of women Liam brought through their apartment. Adele had caught Andy ogleing Liam's conquests more than once as they passed through the living room on their way out. She wasn't so naive as to think Andy could never be attracted to any woman besides her but it still didn't feel nice to see him gawping at them in her own home.
Adele sighed, closed her eyes and, though she knew it would be futile, tried to block out the noises from the guest room. If previous experience was any indication, Liam would be at it for another hour, at least, which meant she might get two hours of sleep before her alarm went off. She had to admit that the guy had stamina though, it was unfortunate for her but she'd give him that. She wished Andy could perform for hours like that, he'd always been a quick finisher.
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Adele was up for work the next morning, her body aching from lack of sleep, just in time to see a pretty, messy, chestnut-haired woman in a wrinkled dress sneak out of the apartment. One more to the brunette tally then. She rolled her eyes, poured herself some coffee into a travel cup and headed out the door to work. She didn't have time to dwell on Liam's antics and maybe, just maybe, if Andy spoke to him then she might get some uninterrupted sleep tonight.
Teaching high school chemistry could be exhausting on the best of days, but today, with her body running on fumes, it felt like she was dragging every class through thick, waist deep mud. More than once she had to stifle a yawn as she scribbled an equation on the whiteboard. By the time the final bell rang, her head was throbbing but at least it was the weekend. She packed up her things, determined to get home and collapse into bed before Liam could bring another woman back to the apartment.
When Adele got home and saw a duffle bag by the door, relief washed over her. It meant he was moving out. Whether Liam found a place or whether Andy had been more forceful with him than Adele had expected, she didn't care. Adele kicked off her sensible heels, made her way into the kitchen and poured herself a large glass of wine, part decompression, part celebration.
"Oh good, you're home," Andy said, coming into the kitchen.
"I am," Adele replied, taking a sip of wine to hide the grin she couldn't suppress. "I see Liam's found somewhere."
"What?" Andy said, looking confused. "Not as far as I know."
"There's a bag by the door," Adele said as it dawned on her she'd jumped to conclusions.
"That's mine," Andy said, scratching his head. "I'm going to that conferece in San Pedro this weekend, remember?"
Adele did not remember.
"Are you sure you told me?" she asked.
"Yes, I told you last week," Andy said and to Adele he looked sure about that.
"I guess I forgot," Adele said, her shoulders slumping. "I've been tired."
"That's OK," Andy said, kissing her forehead before continuing. "My taxi will be here in a minute."
The wine Adele had been enjoying suddenly lost its taste. She took a gulp anyway, to innoculate herself against the anxiety creeping into her chest. Andy was leaving for the weekend so she'd have to deal with Liam alone.
"Wait," Adele said as Andy turned to leave. "Did you talk to him about the noise?"
"Oh, I forgot," Andy said with a shrug. "I'll do it when I get back, I've got to get going."
"I love you," Adele told Andy as he left.
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Who showers at 1 AM? Adele thought, listening to the water running in the bathroom. She had gone to bed early and managed to sleep for a couple of hours but the sound of Liam coming home, probably from the bar, woke her up. It didn't sound like there was anyone with him this time, which had been a consolation until he'd found this whole new way to be loud in the middle of the night.
Adele rolled over, pulling her pillow over her head to muffle the sound of Liam's shower. It worked, for a while, but after a few minutes the strumming of a guitar started to seep through the pillow. Adele groaned and threw the pillow across the room. Without Andy there to vent to, her exhaustion was condensing into anger. This wasn't fucking fair.
Adele threw off her covers and stormed out of the bedroom, down the hall and hammered on the guest room door. The music stopped.
"Umm, come in," Liam said, sounding both surprised and untroubled by someone banging on his door at one in the morning.
Adele pushed the door open and the smell of weed flooded out. Liam was sitting on the guest bed with his back against the wall and an acoustic guitar across his lap. His light brown hair was still damp from the shower and he was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.
"Everything OK?" Liam asked casually.
Adele tried to say something but her throat closed up. She wasn't used to expressing her anger and that made her nervous as well. Realising her fists were clenched, Adele forced herself to relax them. She took a deep breath as Liam stared at her looking clueless.
"Can you, please, stop making so much noise," Adele said, enunciating each word carefully.
"Sure, sorry, was I keeping you up?" Liam said.
"I haven't slept since you moved in," Adele snapped. "The sex, the guitar, it's every night."
"Shit, sorry Adele, I didn't know you could hear," Liam said and he sounded sincere. "I'll try to keep it down."
Adele relaxed.
"Thank you," she said, lowering her voice.
There was a moment of awkward silence between them and Adele took a look around the room. Liam was keeping it tidier than Andy kept the rest of the house. She appreciated that. Underneath the smell of weed were hints of polish and pine. If it hadn't been for the noise he'd have been a pretty good guest now that she thought about it.
"You wanna sit?" Liam asked, patting the bed. "I was about to have a smoke if you wanna join?"
Liam held up a joint. Adele hadn't smoked weed since college, not for any particular reason, just because she hadn't been around it. She remembered the way it made her laugh at nothing and made her forget the stress of exams. It seemed to Adele that it was a concillatory invitation, a way for Liam to apologize for being inconsiderate. It would be rude to turn down his apology and maybe it would help her sleep.
"Sure, go on then," Adele said, stepping into the room and sitting on the edge of the bed.
Liam lit the joint with practiced ease and handed it to her. She took a long, slow drag, feeling the smoke fill her lungs and a nostalgic warmth spread through her body. Two weeks of tension melted away like an ice cube in summer sun.
"You look like you needed that," Liam said.
Adele nodded as she exhaled then handed it back to Liam and he took a drag of his own.
"Nice pyjamas by the way," he said, playfully eyeing the image of a cartoon dog printed on her pink tank top.
"Shut up, they're comfy," Adele said, taking the joint back for another hit.
Liam pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped the screen a few times. A complex, folksy, acoustic song started to play. It wasn't Adele's usual taste in music but it was soothing. Another quiet settled between them, amicable rather than awkward, as they passed the joint back and forth.
"Did you strike out tonight?" Adele joked after the first song ended, retalliating against his pajama comment.
"Yeah, I did," Liam chuckled, letting out smoke through his nose. "I really didn't know you could hear me in here."
"Well, you weren't exactly quiet," Adele replied, feeling more amused than irritated now. "I could hear you all night."
"I've never been able to hear you guys," Liam said.
Adele thought about that for a moment. She hadn't had sex with Andy since Liam moved in but even if she had, she doubted they'd be loud enough for Liam to hear.
"Maybe you're just louder than we are," Adele suggested, taking another drag of the joint.
"It's not really me that's being loud though is it?" Liam smirked. "It's them."
That was cheeky but mostly true, which was sort of funny. It was always the moans of the women Liam brought home that Adele could hear, not his, but there was the knocking of the bed against the wall that he must be at least partly responsible for.
"Don't try to blame them," Adele said, laughing. "You're the one who's been bringing them all back here."
Adele leaned back on her elbows and looked at Liam. She could see why women would find him attractive, tall, defined jaw, straight nose, clever eyes. With his shirt off she could see he was athletic too, not broad but toned, more cyclist than wrestler. He was pleasant to look at.
"You make it sound like there's been loads," Liam said coyly.
"There's been nine!" Adele retorted, giggleing. "And Andy has been drooling over them."
"Andy has?" Liam asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, he's been staring at them like a dog in heat," Adele said, her words slurring slightly from the weed. "It's embarrassing."
"That's crazy," Liam said, his eyes widening in what seemed to Adele to be genuine surprise.
"What's crazy?" Adele asked.
"Well, just that, I don't see why he'd look at other women when he's got you," Liam said and he seemed to be choosing his words carefully.
"I'm nothing to write home about, not like the women you've been bringing back," Adele said, rolling her eyes.
"Bullshit, look at you, blonde, nice eyes, great boobs," Liam said firmly, gesturing towards her cleavage with the last few millimeters of the joint. "You're hot."
Adele instinctively looked down, partly to hide her blushing cheeks and partly to see where Liam was pointing. Her breasts were her favourite feature, two round E cup orbs that were barely contained by her tank top. They probably looked oversized on her five foot frame but she was flattered that Liam had noticed them. She'd never been complimented so directly before.
"Shut up, you're high," Adele said, but she was smiling.
"Maybe," Liam said, grinning back. "But I'm not wrong."
He took the last drag of the joint and stubbed it out in an ashtray on the bedside table.
"One more?" Liam asked, reaching into the drawer of the bedside table and pulling out another joint.
Adele hesitated, she hadn't smoked weed in so long that the buzz she had from the first joint was stronger than she had anticipated, the sensible thing was to go back to bed. On the other hand she was feeling loose, relaxed, comfortable and Liam's company wasn't nearly as dreadful as she had thought, although that might have just been the weed. She nodded, "Fuck it, why not?"
Adele scooted back on the bed, leaning back against the wall next to Liam, and they began sharing a second joint. The music from Liam's phone played softly in the background, the lyrics and melody blending with the haze of the weed. She caught Liam looking at her cleavage a couple of times but there was no harm in that. Adele felt her body relax even further, her limbs growing heavy and her thoughts becoming less linear and more dareing.
"How do you even get all of these women anyway?" She teased.
"That's a bit of a secret," Liam said.
"OK, what's your secret then?"
"You really want to know?"
"Sure," Adele said, her curiosity piqued.
"Well, I've got a pretty big ... " Liam trailed off suggestively.
"Dick?" Adele finished his sentence as a question.
"Yeah," Liam said with a look of faux embarrassment. "I've got a pretty big dick."
Adele looked down at his crotch, sure there was a bit of a lump there but that was probably just the way he was sitting. Anyway, even if he did have a big one, it was more fun to tease him than to accept his claim.
"You're full of shit," Adele laughed. "And your story doesn't even make sense. First off, women aren't that bothered about the size of your dick, that's a myth, and second, how would these women even know you have a big dick unless you're whipping it out in the bar?"
Liam choked on some smoke as he laughed at her short rant and then handed Adele the joint as he composed himself.
"First off," Liam mimicked once he had his breath back. "Some women are very interested in dick size, maybe not you, but some women. Second, I don't know how they can tell, maybe they're just looking at my crotch but trust me, they know."
Adele didn't like the idea of Liam winning an argument over her, she was a science teacher afterall. Odds said he was full of shit. She'd call his bluff.
"OK, prove it," Adele said after a dramatic exhale.
"You want me to prove it?" Liam asked. "I don't mind but are you sure about that?"
The confident way he said it made Adele question herself. He wasn't going to actually get it out was he? If he did, Andy wouldn't know, it wouldn't hurt, it was just a look, a bit of fun, it would make her seem stupid if she backed down now, he was lieing anyway. Adele took a drag and nodded. "Yeah, prove it. Let's see this big dick of yours."
Liam smirked and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. Lifting himself off the bed, he pushed them down. Adele was about to stop him, to tell him that she'd been kidding but found herself speechless as she realised she'd been wrong before the shorts had passed his knees.
Even flaccid, Liam's penis was impressive. It hung heavily, extending out from a neatly trimmed patch of dark brown hair. It was thick and long, thicker and longer than Andy's when Andy was hard. She felt her jaw drop open as she stared at it and had to consciously close her mouth.
"Still think I'm full of shit?" Liam asked as he kicked his shorts off the end of the bed.
Adele didn't know exactly why her heart was pounding in her chest, but she reasoned it was probably just the standard response a body made when confronted with something unexpected. Nothing more than that. She had to play it cool, he'd not been bluffing but that didn't mean she had to feed his ego about it.
"OK, sure it's pretty big I guess," she said, trying to sound nonchalant and passing him the joint back.
"Bigger than Andy?" Liam asked, teasing.
The proposterousness of the question forced Adele to giggle. Of course Liam was bigger, he knew that. He just wanted to win whatever this was. But she couldn't lie.
"Yes, bigger than Andy," Adele said, glancing at it again and then inexplicably adding. "A lot bigger."
Liam grinned but he didn't say anything in response, he just sat there, smoking, naked and looking content, like he'd won something.
"How big does it really get though?" Adele said, deliberately lacing her words with skepticism.
"When I'm hard? It depends," Liam said casually. "10 to 12 inches."
Something about those measurements undid the mental effort Adele had been making to not look at Liam's dick and her gaze flicked back to his crotch to find that it was thickening, lengthening and hardening before her eyes. She could see it like seeing clouds move across the sky on a windy day. She watched, fascinated.
"Are you, getting hard?" Adele asked, trying to sound surprised and disapproving.
"Sorry," Liam said, not sounding sorry at all. "It's just, you're staring at it and you're hot and on my bed."
"Shut up, I wasn't staring," she lied. "I'm a scientist, I'm just observing."
"Observing, huh?" Liam said with an amused nod as he handed what little was left of the joint back to her. "You want to see how big it gets?"
She did want to see. It felt like one of those once in a lifetime opportunities, like seeing a lion hunting on the savannah or a total eclipse. Unless a miracle happened and Andy suddenly doubled in size, Adele would never have the chance to see a dick this big again. That would be a shame. It was just scientific curiousity. She took a final drag of the joint.
"Yeah, I kind of want to see," she admitted as coolly as she could.
Liam reached over and took the roach from her fingers, setting it down on the ashtray.
"It's going to take a bit more than you staring at it though," he said.
"Like what?" Adele said, cautiously.
"I don't know, think of it like a an experiment, to see what works," Liam said.
Adele liked experiments.
"OK, what do I do?" She asked.
"You just sit there and let me look at you," Liam said. "See how far that gets us."
That seemed harmless. Adele nodded and she shifted on the bed, crossing her legs and uncrossing them, unsure how to pose herself. Liam watched her, taking his time to review her cleavage, her hips, her thighs. It should feel strange, she thought, to let a man look at you like this, purely to assist in his sexual arousal, but it didn't. Maybe it was because it was an experiment, she was just a variable, or maybe it was because it was working.
His dick was growing, beginning to lift off of the bed, and as it did Liam grasped the base of it and started stroking it in long, controlled strokes. He was looking at her and stroking his dick.
"Honestly, I don't know why Andy would need to look at anyone else," Liam said, his eyes fixed on her cleavage.
Adele felt her pelvic muscles clench. It felt good to have her body appreciated, to be the focus of Liam's attention. Of course that would be a turn on for her, it was a perfectly natural response, nothing to be ashamed of. She was sure Andy had been turned on by those women Liam had brought over, so this was fine, but it would probably be best to speed the experiment up a little, get it over with.
"You seem to really like my boobs," Adele said, her voice more sultry than intended which made her giggle.
"I do," Liam said.
Adele looked down at her chest, her nipples were hard, straining against the thin material of her tank top. She could even see the outline of her areolas, dark against the light pink of the fabric. She wondered what sort of reaction she'd get if she showed them to him.
"Would it help if I showed you them?" Adele asked.
"Of course," Liam said while on a slow downward stroke of his dick.
Adele reached down for the hem of her tank top and pulled it up to reveal her breasts, just for a few seconds, just long enough for his eyes to focus on them, before letting it back down. She saw how it made his dick flex. She liked that. It was probably about 10 inches now, the veins standing out on the underside.
"Show me again," Liam said and it sounded more like a command than a request.
Her pussy throbbed at the tone of his voice and she suddenly became aware of the wetness between her legs. That was just biology, perfectly normal. He'd seen her breasts once already, why not let him see again? It was just like porn really, Andy had no problem with porn.
Adele complied and took the hem of her tank top again, pulling it up and over her head this time. She tossed it onto the floor and sat there, naked from the waist up, her breasts exposed for Liam. She giggled again as his eyes roamed over her.
"How's this?" Adele asked as she leaned back on her elbows and pushed her breasts out towards Liam in the hope of stimulating him further.
His hand began to move faster, it was still controlled but it was clear he was enjoying the sight of her. His dick was stood up at an angle now, able to hold it's own weight, and it was huge, at least 11 inches. She'd done that.
"Come closer," Liam said in the same commanding voice.
"OK," Adele agreed. "But no touching."
Liam spread his legs and Adele walked on her knees to be between them. She stopped so close that she could feel the hairs on his thighs tickleing against her skin. This close, the word dick didn't seem to do justice to the massive, torpedo-shaped organ. It wasn't a dick, it was a cock, a monster cock.
"What do you think?" Liam asked.
"It's ... intriguing," Adele said, battleing a dry mouth.
"Do you want to touch it?" Liam asked and he released his grip on his cock, letting it sway in the air for a moment before it fell back and rested against his stomach.
Adele's eyes widened. She did want to touch it, she wanted to feel the weight of it in her hand, to measure it with her fingers, to see if it was as hard as it looked. More than that, she wanted to understand why looking at it had made her feel so hot.
"I can't," Adele said, shaking her head yet smiling.
"Why not?" Liam asked.
"Andy," Adele said.
"But you want to?" Liam said, more statement of fact than question.
"Well, yeah," Adele confessed, biting her lip.
"Go on, just for a second," Liam urged.
Just for a second. That wouldn't be so bad, would it? Just for the experience, just to know what it felt like. She could do it. She could hold it. If their positions were reversed Andy would probably touch a woman's breast without hesitation.
"You won't tell Andy?" Adele asked, already reaching out with a trembling hand toward Liam's cock.
"Of course not," Liam said with a small chuckle.
Adele wrapped her fingers around the base of the cock and pointed it to the ceiling. It was warm and hard and so thick that her small hand reached only just the whole way around. She could feel the strength of the pulse that was powering Liam's giant erection. It was incredible. She squeezed his cock gently, feeling the soft skin yield but the hardened muscle resist the pressure, and Liam let out a low groan. She heard her own breath start to quiver.
It was impossible not to compare Liam's cock to Andy's dick. It was a redwood compared to a sapling, steel compared to dough, a jet engine compared to a lawnmower. Just for a second, she'd told herself, but now that she was touching him she didn't want to let go and, without thinking, she bagan to stroke him, emulating the way he'd stroked himself, 12 enormous inches of cock passing through her hand.
"Is this OK?" Adele asked nervously, but her hand never stopped moving.
"Come here," Liam said, spreading out his arm and inviting her to lie down next to him.
She obeyed and lay down next to Liam, her head on his shoulder, never releasing her grasp of his cock. She pressed her breasts against his side and her thighs together to relieve the ache between them but it only made it worse.
"Are you enjoying that?" Liam asked and Adele could tell he was revelling in the feeling of her hand on his cock.
"Mhmm," Adele hummed as her hand glided over the domed head of his cock.
"Fuck, you're good at that," Liam groaned.
Adele felt a surge of pride at his words. She'd never been complimented on her handjob skills before, but then again, she'd never had a cock like this to work with.
"Really?" Adele asked.
"Yeah," Liam reassured her.
"Thanks," Adele whispered.
"How's your sex life with Andy?" Liam asked his hand tangling in Adele’s hair as she continued to stroke him.
Adele hesitated, she didn't want to bad mouth Andy but what would be the point in pretending their sex life was anything other than mediocre, less than mediocre?
"It's OK," Adele said.
"Just OK?" Liam asked, sounding amused. "That's not exactly a glowing review."
"He tries," Adele said, trying to give what credit she could. "But he's ... quick."
Liam laughed and somehow the derision in it encouraged Adele to continue.
"Not like you," Adele said, the speed of her hand increasing. "I heard you with those women, you lasted ages, it was really impressive."
"Thanks," Liam said and he sounded genuinely pleased.
"How long can you last?" Adele asked, looking up at him from where her head rested on his shoulder.
She knew she shouldn't be masturbating her boyfriend's friend, shouldn't be lying half-naked on his bed, shouldn't be asking him questions about his sexual prowess but her conscience wasn't kicking in as it should. If Andy had just spoken to Liam like he had daid he would then she'd be asleep in her own bed right now.
"As long as you need," Liam said and the words 'you' and 'need' seemed to Adele to be an invitation.
"We can't," Adele said while permitting her hand to explore Liam's balls, cupping them gently and feeling their weight.
Liam turned on to his side and Adele's head dropped to the pillow. He leaned in and brought his lips so close to hers that when he next spoke, their lips brushed against each other.
"But you want to?" Liam whispered, his breath hot on Adele's lips. "You want to try my cock?"
"Maybe," Adele said, allowing her lips to graze against his.
"You've had other boyfriends, right?
"Yes,"
"Did they fuck you better than Andy,"
"Yes,"
"I've wanted to fuck you since I moved in," Liam said.
"We can't," Adele repeated but her voice was weaker this time.
Liam held her bottom lip between his and she felt his tongue slide along it at the same time that he seized her breast in his hand, kneading it roughly. His thumb rubbed over her nipple, she gasped and as her mouth closed she found the gasp became a kiss, a slow, deep, luxurious kiss that made her push her chest harder against his hand.
"We should stop," Adele said, taking a breath and then diving back into his mouth.
"We will," Liam replied after a few moments more of their lips crashing together in unison. "Just a little longer."
"OK," Adele agreed as Liam rolled on top of her, forcing her to release his cock.
His lips left hers, trailing down her jawline and onto her neck, her collarbone, her breast, her nipple. Adele arched her back, pushing her chest into his mouth this time, and Liam sucked hard on her nipple. She moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him there. His hand was on her other breast, squeezing it, his thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple.
Adele's hips bucked up, seeking friction, seeking relief. Liam's mouth left her nipple with a pop and he knelt over her. Before her hips settled back down he had hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pajama shorts and dragged them down her legs and tossed them aside.
"Oh god," Adele breathed as her panties followed.
"Fuck, you're so fucking wet," Liam said.
"Am I?" Adele breathed heavily, looking down to see her pussy glistening with arousal. "Oh."
"Shall we stop?" Liam asked sarcastically as he looked down at her naked body spread out before him.
Adele didn't answer. Instead she threw her head back