Chatterbox Again
Carly wasn’t sure she’d ever be clean again.
She stood there in the shower and she let the water run but the water did no good. It wasn’t that kind of dirty that water and soap could wash away. It was something else.
Why had she done it, Carly wondered. Oh sure, she knew what her mind said, but even now, she was beginning to doubt herself. She knew what she’d done and she knew what she’d thought but a man just couldn’t do that, could he.
But what if he could. He’d just been a stranger on the bus. That was all, and she’d talked with him, just like she talked with everybody, and he had seemed not to like it. He’d stuck a finger in her chest and he’d told her she was going to get horny whenever she talked, but he couldn’t do that, could he?
But what if he could stick a finger in her chest and what if he could tell her she was going to get horny, and what if it worked. What if she really did get horny?
But that just couldn’t work, could it.
Carly stepped out of the shower and she began to towel herself off.
But what if it did work, a voice inside her wondered. After all, what she’d done just the day before ...
That was a fluke, she told herself. She’d been tired, and she almost believed herself when she said it like that.
Almost.
She almost believed it, except what she’d done ... it didn’t matter how tired she was. She shouldn’t have done that. She’d acted like such a fucking slut.
She looked at herself in the mirror. What had happened to her, she wondered and why had she enjoyed it as much as she had.
Carly looked at herself in the mirror. Whatever it was, she promised herself, whatever it was, she wasn’t going to let it happen again.
She had school but she didn’t have to be there until 10:00. In a way, that was good and in a way it was bad. It meant she didn’t have to rush, but it also meant that she had more time to think about what had happened to her.
She went and stood in line at the bus stop. This was where it had happened, she told herself. This was where she had lost control of herself.
Stop it, she told herself. Stop it. She hadn’t lost control of herself. It was just a fluke, what had happened the day before, but she was still in control of herself.
The only problem was as much as Carly tried to convince herself of that, she just had trouble making herself believe it.
A bus pulled up to the curb and Carly took her place in line along with the other passengers. She made her way down the aisle and she found an open seat. She was about to say something to the man in the next seat over when something stopped her. A man couldn’t do what the man had done the day before. A man couldn’t jam his finger in her chest and tell her she was going to get horny whenever she opened her mouth. He couldn’t do that, she told herself, and yet, what if he could.
What if he could?
Could she risk it?
Carly dropped herself into the open seat without saying a single word. The man couldn’t do what he’d said he’d done, she kept telling herself, but just in case ... well, better safe than sorry.
The man in the seat next to her looked like he wanted to say something. Crap, Carly thought. Just what she needed. Okay, this really wasn’t her style but look straight ahead and don’t make eye contact and maybe he wouldn’t say anything.
She watched him out of the corner of her eye. He wanted to talk to her. That much was clear but she kept on avoiding him even as she hated herself for doing it. This wasn’t like her, she told herself. She wasn’t like this. She hated herself for being so aloof and yet, she just couldn’t risk it.
Carly breathed a sigh of relief as the man finally gave it up. She couldn’t keep doing this, she told herself. She’d have to deal with it sometime, but for now, she was fine with the way things were.
The walk to campus was a short one. The air was still brisk but it wouldn’t be that way for long. By the time Carly left campus late that afternoon, it would be nice and toasty hot and just the way she liked it.
She was early. That was hardly a surprise. If you get there early, she always told herself, then you never have to worry about being on time.
But Annette was there even earlier than her. Annette was one of her best friends on campus and since they had the same major, they often found themselves in the same classes.
Annette waved and Carly groaned. Ignoring a stranger on the bus was easy but she just couldn’t ignore her best friend.
“Heya, Carly,” Annette called out. “I tried to call you last night, but you didn’t answer.”
What was she going to do, Carly wondered. She had to say something. “I was studying,” she said.
She felt nothing.
“You were studying, huh? What, you couldn’t take the time out to answer a call from your friend?”
“I ... I took the phone off the hook so I wouldn’t be disturbed.”
Annette was looking at her funny. “Since when did you get to be so conscientious about studying?”
“I’m ... I was just trying to get ahead, you know.”
“You were, huh?” Carly wasn’t sure if Annette believed her but she just couldn’t tell her friend the truth, could she?
Annette seemed to accept it though.
“Well whatever,” her friend said. “All I can say is you missed a hot time last night.”
Carly fought back the urge to laugh. Considering what had happened to her recently, a hot time was hardly what she needed right now.
“So you going over to the party at Jeff and Dale’s on Friday?”
Carly caught herself just in the nick of time. “I better not,” she said. “I think I better stay home and study.”
“Stay home and study? Okay, come on. What’s up with you?”
“What?”
“Stay home and study. Yeah right. You’ve never been this studious before. I know what’s wrong.”
“You do?”
Annette nodded. “You’ve got a boyfriend and you’re not telling who it is. I think that’s mean.”
“I guess you got me,” Carly said. Saying she was holding out on her friend was better than telling her friend what was really the matter.
Her friend was still looking at her with suspicion. “Yeah right,” she said finally, “if you had a boyfriend, you wouldn’t be able to shut up about him so that can’t be it.”
“I guess you got me,” Carly said.
“Geez, Carly. What’s up with you? Why are you being such a bitch?”
“I’m not being a bitch,” Carly said. “I’m just being a more—”
“Hey, guys.”
Carly turned to see the boy coming towards them. “More—”
“What’s up?”
Annette grinned at her boyfried. “Carly here’s telling me she’s studying more now.”
“Yeah right!”
“More ...” Oh fuck, Carly thought to herself. It wasn’t fair. She’d hardly said two words and already her pussy was feeling all hot and horny.
“That’s what she’s been saying,” Annette said.
“Is that right now,” Trevor asked.
“Yeah.” Oh crap, Carly thought. Her pussy was getting even wetter, and it just wasn’t fair. Hell, Trevor’d come up behind them. How the hell was she supposed to know he was there.
“Well I suppose there’s a first time for everything.”
“Yep,” Carly agreed. “There’s a first time for everything,” and even as she said it, she could feel her pussy getting even hotter. Oh crap, why was she saying that, she asked herself, but the truth was she knew why. She was saying it because it felt good.
“You going to class,” Annette asked her boyfriend.
“Nope. Just got out of a lab so I’m going home to hang out by the pool while you girls have to sit in a hot classroom.”
“Oh sure. Rub it in.”
“I wouldn’t dream of rubbing it in. When it comes to rubbing stuff in, I leave that to you.”
Carly watched her friend blush deeply. “Would you listen to him,” she told her friend. “He thinks he’s so hot.”
“I’m not the only one,” the boy said with a wink.
“Oh you. You better get out of here before I kick your ass.”
“You can’t fool me, Annette. I know what you want to do with my ass.”
“I told you, you better get out of here.”
“I’m going,” the boy said and then he turned to look at Carly. “Have fun with your studying,” he said.
“Okay.” Carly fought back the urge to moan. She was really feeling hot now.
“Hey look,” Annette said. “It’s time to go in.”
“In?”
“Yeah, like to class, you know.”
“Um ... I um—”
“You what?”
“I think I’m going to go now.”
“But class is about to start.”
“Yeah, but you said I studied too much anyway.”
“Carly? Carly! Where are you going, Carly?”
Where was she going? It was a good question, Carly asked herself, and yet she knew where she was going. What she didn’t know was why?
She caught up with Trevor before he even reached the parking lot. “Hey,” she said.
Trevor turned and that’s when he caught sight of Carly. “Hey,” he said. “I thought you guys had a class.”
“Annette did, but I didn’t.”
“Oh. Okay. My mistake, I guess.”
“What I mean,” Carly said, “is that I’m not nearly into studying as Annette thinks I am.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“What I mean,” Carly said, “is I have a class I should be in right now, but what I mean is I’m here with you.” God, why was she getting so hot standing here talking with this guy?
Trevor finally got it. “Um, Carly, my girlfriend—”
“Is in class. We both know that.”
“Yeah but—”
“But what?”
“But you’re Annette’s friend.”
“So?”
“So you shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I know, but come on. You’ve got to admit it’s kind of hot, isn’t it, having me come onto you like this.”
The fact that he didn’t answer told Carly everything she needed to know.
“Come on. I know you want me,” she said and with every word, she could feel herself getting hotter and hotter. “You know Annette’s in class and you know I’m her best friend. You know that if there’s one person who’s got just as much to lose as you if she finds out, it’s me. That means I’m safe. That means you can fuck me without worrying about it getting back to Annette.”
“Yeah, but—”
“But the longer you wait, the less time we have to fuck. She’ll be out of class in ... fiftythree minutes. So what do you say?”
Still, the man hesitated.
“Come on,” Carly begged. “Let’s fuck.”
The boy seemed to come to his decision. “Fine,” he said finally. “Get in.”
Carly wasted little time hopping in the boy’s car. She couldn’t believe she was doing what she was doing but she also knew she couldn’t help herself. She knew she had to fuck, and talking, even if it didn’t make the guilt away, talking made her want to fuck even more, so even if she was feeling guilty about it, it didn’t feel quite so bad as long as she kept on talking.
“I’m glad you picked me up,” she told the boy. “I’m not sure what I would have done if you hadn’t.”
“Uh huh.”
“My pussy is so wet,” Carly said. “Do you want to see?”
“Hey,” Trevor called out. “What are you doing?”
Carly looked back at the boy from the passengers seat with her jeans pushed down around her knees. “What’s it look like I’m doing? I’m showing you my pussy.”
“But someone’s going to see you?”
“Really,” Carly teased. Why the hell did that thought make her so fucking hot. “Do you really think so?”
“Geez, Carly. What’s happened to you?”
“Nothing yet, and like we said. You better hurry. Annette’s not going to be in class forever.”
Carly couldn’t help but smile as the car practically leapt forward. She let her fingers slide between her legs and she rubbed her panties against herself. Oh God, she was so fucking wet.
“Mmm,” Carly moaned as her fingers stroked herself. “My pussy is so fucking wet. Hurry!”
The man was driving even faster now and suddenly, he swerved down a street and then turned into a parking lot. “We’re here,” he announced.
“Where?”
“We’re at my apartment, but you got to put your jeans back on.”
“Do I?”
“Yeah.”
Carly grinned at the man and then she reached for the car door’s handle.
“What are you doing?!”
“What’s it look like I’m doing?”
“I’m getting out.”
“But your jeans. You got to put them on.”
“Now why would I want to do that,” Carly teased, “when you and I both know I’d have to take them right back off again.” The car door opened and Carly stepped out of the car. She looked back at the man. “Are you coming,” she asked.
“Oh shit,” the man cried and then he grabbed her jeans just before he was racing to catch up with her. He’d never thought that Carly was this way before.
Trevor desperately wanted to put his hand around her waist, to let his hand slide down over her panties, to feel her butt in his hands and he groaned as it took every last ounce of control to keep from doing exactly that.
He was unlocking the door and moments later, he and Carly were inside his apartment. As soon as the door was closed behind them, Carly was turning around and she was sticking her butt out. “See anything you like,” she teased.
Trevor couldn’t help himself. In the privacy of his apartment, he felt free to let his hands fall down over Carly’s thin, little panties and he did so love the feel of her ass in his hands.
“You know you can pull my panties down, don’t you?”
The man stroked her bottom for a moment longer and then he was pulling down Carly’s panties and he reveled in the feel of his hands pressed up against her bare skin.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
“But it would feel even better, wouldn’t it, if you had your dick between my legs.”
Trevor’s hands lingered for a moment longer but he knew the girl was right. He knew he had to have his dick between her legs.
He opened his belt and he opened his jeans and he pushed his jeans down past his hips.
“That’s it,” Carly moaned. “I want you to take your cock out and I want you to fuck me good.”
Trevor stroked his cock as he stood there and then he bent her over a dining table. So they weren’t even going to make it to the bedroom, Carly thought. She hated to admit it. But that was just fine with her.
“You want this,” he growled. “You want it then fine. Here you go. Take it.”
Carly groaned as he did exactly that. She could feel his cock pressed up against her wet, little hole and then he was pushing his way inside and she moaned all over again.
“Yeah,” the man groaned even as he pushed his way even deeper. “You like that, don’t you?”
Carly knew she shouldn’t like this. She felt like such a slut when she acted this way and yet she couldn’t help herself. “I love it,” she moaned.
And she did love it, but she just couldn’t help herself. It was all that guy’s fault, the one on the bus. She wasn’t sure how he’d done it, but he’d made her crave sex almost as soon as soon as she opened her mouth up in front of any guy. So really, it wasn’t her fault.
And Carly almost believed it. Almost, but not quite. This was her best friend’s boyfriend she was fucking. She should know better.
What she did know was as long as she kept on talking, she was going to need to get fucked. What she knew was if she kept on talking, for the moment at least, it wouldn’t matter who she was fucking. For the moment at least, all that would really matter was that she was getting her pussy fucked and she could worry about the consequences later.
So she hated herself for doing it, but she opened her mouth and she spoke yet again. “I know you want to do it,” she said. “I know you want to fuck me.”
The man said nothing. He just groaned.
“Does it turn you on,” Carly moaned. “Does it turn you on that your girlfriend’s friend is such a hot and horny slut?
“I’ll bet it does,” Carly went on. “I’ll bet it makes you hard just thinking about how horny I am. I’ll bet it makes you hot thinking just how ready for ... sex ... I am.
“I’ll bet you want to make me cum, don’t you, Trevor. I’ll bet you want to show me who’s boss, don’t you, Trevor.
“I want you to do it. Show me who’s boss, Trevor. I want you to do it.”
It wouldn’t be long, Carly told herself. It wouldn’t be long before the boy gave her what she needed.
But suddenly, the boy was slowing down and then he was stopping altogether. “No,” Carly cried out. “No. Don’t stop.”
But he was stopping and then worse yet, he was pulling out of her pussy.
“No. Don’t stop,” Carly begged. “I need you to fuck me. I need it so bad.”
And then just when it seemed for sure as if he wasn’t coming back, Carly felt him coming up behind her only ...
Only, Carly wanted to tell the boy no.
Only she knew she couldn’t.
“That’s it,” she moaned. “I want you to do it. I want you to fuck me in my ass.”
As if he needed any encouragement, the girl thought. She could already feel his cock pressing between her legs and he just felt so big inside her.
“Fuck me in the ass,” she groaned because somehow, it didn’t hurt quite so bad if she kept on talking.
“Oh geez. Fuck me in the ass.”
She could get used to this, she told herself. Well, maybe not used to it, but she could accept it. All she needed was for him to make her cum.
She heard the man groan and it took her a second to realize what that meant but it was already too late when she did.
“No,” she cried out. “No. Don’t do it,” but even as she said it, she could feel the man cumming between her cheeks and Carly moaned in frustration. She already knew from experience that she needed a man to make her cum. That was the only thing that was going to let her body reset itself. Until that time, she was going to keep acting like a slut in heat.
She couldn’t help herself. It felt so dirty but she knew she had to do it. She pulled herself up off the table and then she knelt in front of the man and she took his cock in her hand.
She looked up at the man. “I need you to make me cum,” she told him and then she licked his cock and then she sucked him into her mouth. She let her mouth stroke his cock before she pulled herself free. “I need you to make me cum. That’s part of the deal. I need you to make me cum.”
Once more, her mouth sucked on the man’s cock and once more, she let it go. She could aready feel his cock getting harder again.
“Are you going to make me cum,” she asked.
“Yes.”
Once more, Carly let her mouth stroke the man’s cock. “Are you sure,” she asked. “You’re not just toying with me, are you?”
“I’m sure,” the boy groaned.
“Well all right then. Let’s get to it, and this time, I want to cum.”
Once more, Carly was on her feet and once more, she found herself being bent over the dining table. Once more, she felt the man come up behind and once more, she felt him enter her from behind.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah. Fuck me.”
It wasn’t really needed and they both knew it. He was going to fuck her whether she said it or not.
She was almost there when the door to the apartment opened.
In a matter of moments, Trevor’s cock lost its fullness. No, Carly wanted to cry out. No. She was almost there. It just wasn’t fair. She was almost there.
“Trevor,” said the man in the doorway. He looked at the woman draped across the table and then he looked back at Trevor. “I suppose there’s a good explanation for this.”
“Hey, um, hey, Ken. I was just ...”
“You were just what?”
“I was just um—”
“It looks as if you were banging that broad over our dining room table.”
Trevor looked at his roommate. “Well, um, yeah.”
“Thought so. Well, don’t let me stand in your way. By all means, carry on.”
Trevor might have done exactly that except that at that moment, his cell phone rang.
Carly groaned in frustration. She was still too hot to think straight but she wasn’t quite as hot as she was just moments before. Still, what was important was she was still too hot to think straight.
Trevor flipped his phone open. “Hey, Annette. What’s up?”
He listened. “What? You mean now,” he said finally. “I’m kind of in the middle of something.”
Another pause, and then Trevor said, “I didn’t mean it that way.”
There was yet another pause and then Trevor spoke again. “How worth my while,” he asked.
Yet another pause and then, “You’re serious ... hell yeah, I’m interested. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
Another pause and then, “Yeah babe. I love you. Yeah, I love you, too. See you soon, okay?”
Trevor hung up the phone and it was only then that he seemed to remember the other people in his apartment. “I, um, I got to go,” he said.
“Yeah, go on, stud. You take care of that girlfriend of yours,” Ken told his roommate, “and I’ll take care of your little hottie here.”
“You sure?”
“Oh yeah, I’m sure.”
Carly couldn’t help but watch as the man left the apartment but there was still one man left. Still, all she had to do was not do anything and maybe she could get out of here without giving up anymore of her dignity.
The man came up behind her and Carly could feel his hand on her butt. “So tell me now, what are we going to do with you?”
Carly said nothing because she knew what would happen if she said even a single word.
“What’s the matter,” the man taunted her. “Cat got your tongue?”
Carly shook her head. She needed to get up, she told herself. She had to leave, but when she tried, she was pushed down again.
“Where you going so fast,” the man asked. “You don’t want to leave when the party’s just getting started, do you?”
Carly shook her head but the problem was she could still feel it. The feelings weren’t as intense as they had been before but she still needed to be fucked.
The man was running a hand over her ass and then he was sliding his cock between her cheeks. “Come on, baby. I saw what you could do with Trevor. I just want to know if you’re ready to move up to the big leagues.”
All she had to do was say something, Carly knew. Anything at all and her pussy would be on fire, and really, it wouldn’t be her fault anyway. It would be the man on the bus, the man who’d made her do this. And her pussy was so hot.
What the hell was she thinking, she asked herself. She wasn’t a slut and she shouldn’t want to do something like that.
But then the man spanked her ass and Carly couldn’t help but yelp. That wasn’t enough to put her pussy into overdrive but it was damn close.
“Come on,” the man told her. “Tell me what you want.”
Carly shook her head.
Again, that hand came down on her butt. “Tell me what you want.”
Again, Carly shook her head.
Once more, that hand slapped her ass. “Tell me what you want.”
She hadn’t meant to say it. She hadn’t meant to say anything, but her ass was still stinging from that last slap and those words were still echoing in her years. Tell me what you want, the man had said, and that was when Carly answered him. “I want you to fuck me.”
And just saying it, Carly couldn’t help but moan. She did want him to fuck her.
“Now let’s see,” the man said, “just what exactly was it that I saw my roommate doing. I think it was something like this.”
Carly groaned as she felt the man’s cock slide up between her legs.
“Yeah,” the man said. “I think this is what he was doing.”
“Yeah,” Carly moaned. “Yeah. He was fucking me good.”
“Obviously not good enough though.”
“Why do you say that,” Carly moaned.
“Because if he was doing a really good job of it, then I wouldn’t be where I am now.”
Carly could hardly argue with that, not that she felt like arguing with anything anymore. She wanted to get fucked, she told herself, and this time, she wanted to cum.
“Yeah, baby likes this, doesn’t she.”
Oh yeah, she liked it. She liked it a lot. She couldn’t help but moan as that cock continued to take her. She liked it a lot.
“Oh geez,” the man groaned. “Oh geez. You’re going to make me cum.”
“I want to cum, too,” Carly moped.
“I know, baby. I know.”
Carly moaned again. She didn’t care anymore. She didn’t care what the man had done to her. She was pretty sure she’d care about it later but for now, all she really cared about was making her pussy cum.
“Do you want to cum,” the man asked.
“You know I do,” she moaned.
“Yeah,” the man groaned. “I know you do.”
Carly moaned because she could feel it. Just like Trevor before him, Ken was cumming in her pussy, but this time, she was cumming, too. Oh geez, she told herself. Oh geez, that felt so fucking good.
Carly just laid there, draped out across that table. She could feel the man’s cum dripping out of her pussy and she could feel her own cum, too.
This wasn’t the first time this had happened to her and she was worried it wouldn’t be the last. All she knew was she couldn’t keep talking like she used to because if she did, well hell, her pussy couldn’t handle all that much more of this. Her pussy needed a break.
She pulled herself up off the table. She couldn’t help like feeling like such a little fucking slut, but she couldn’t help herself. She got herself dressed and then she let herself out. She was such a little fucking slut and what worried her most was she didn’t think there was a damned thing she could do about it.