Preparations for the Second Round

Chapter 25

I grabbed my phone and gave the guy a silly little smile, like I was saying "chill, it's just my cousin," while I checked the message. It was from Mariana.

"Pedro's here, I called him to your room. Come quick!"

Right away, a chill ran down my spine. Holy shit, Pedro was already there!

I shoved my phone away fast and looked at the guy.

"Hey, buddy, I gotta go inside, they're missing me."

He pouted, all whiny.

"Aw, I wanted to hang with you more... I feel bad about fucking you and just bouncing like that, you know."

Aw, how cute. But I didn't have time. I gave him a quick kiss and started pushing him to get out of there.

"Yeah, but you don't need to stick around."

"Why are you so nervous?"

Holy shit, he noticed. But I couldn't tell him the truth. So I made shit up on the spot:

"Because my uncle's looking for me and he's a killer. If he doesn't like you, he'll shoot your ass."

He looked at me, trying to figure out if I was serious or not. He didn't buy it much.

"Alright, I'll go, since you're kicking me out."

I grabbed his arm before he could leave.

"Okay... but give me a kiss before you go."

We kissed again, quick and hot, and on the way out I ran my hand over his dick through his pants, just so I wouldn't forget that amazing bulge. He took the chance to grope me too, in the most inappropriate way possible, and I loved it.

He laughed and crossed the gate, heading out, and I stood there for a second, fixing my clothes that were all messed up. My panties were wedged up my ass, bothering the hell out of me, and while I tried to fix my hair, I smelled dick mixed with pussy all over my hand.

I needed to wash my hands ASAP. I decided I'd go in and head straight to the bathroom. If anyone tried to talk to me, I'd say I had to pee, simple as that. I rang the doorbell to my own house and who answered? Pedro.

In the living room, Mariana and Otávio were sitting on the couch, but something was off. Mariana looked yellow, pale, like she'd seen a ghost. Poor Otávio seemed like he didn't even know what planet he was on. I got alert right away. What the hell had happened there?

Before I could ask anything, the door shut and Pedro came over to kiss me.

I couldn't just turn my face away and say no, that'd be too weird. But as he pressed his lips to mine, a thought hit me and I almost freaked out inside. "Fuck, Pedro's getting a taste of dick secondhand, my mouth reeks of cock." Right then, I held back a laugh, cursing myself for thinking that crap at a time like this.

"God, I really gotta pee, I'm bursting. Mari, come with?"

Mariana, nervous as hell about the situation, jumped up and let out a desperate "Sure, cousin..."

We went straight to the bathroom, I shut the door and didn't think twice, went right to washing my hands and brushing my teeth. The smell of dick was still on my fingers and in my mouth, and I had to fix that before it gave me away.

While I did that, she watched me all anxious.

"So? Did it work?"

I burst out laughing, looking at myself in the mirror.

"Did I work? I worked and I didn't, cousin..."

She squealed low, jumping with excitement.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

We laughed together, and then I wanted to know about her.

"And Otávio? Did you ride him?"

"No, cousin... we kinda stopped and stuff, but it hasn't happened yet. That's all that's left."

I made a face.

"Don't stain my bed with blood, for God's sake."

She laughed, rolling her eyes.

"So, did it hurt? Did it bleed?"

I took a deep breath and pulled my panties down. I grabbed some toilet paper, folded it, and wiped slowly. There was a reddish stain of dried blood, not much, but it was there. My panties were dirty too.

"Does it hurt?"

"Nah, but it feels like there's sand, you know? It's bothering me and it's kinda stinging."

Mariana's eyes went wide, not believing it.

"Cousin, you're crazy, I can't believe it!"

That's when she glanced at the bathroom door and lowered her voice.

"Pedro heard something out back and asked if anyone was there. He and Otávio wanted to go check if someone was around."

My heart stopped dead.

"People... I was fucked!"

They would've caught me with my legs spread on top of the washing machine!

Mariana's eyes went wide and she held back a laugh.

"You did it in the laundry room?!"

I slapped my forehead, laughing.

"Yessssssss!!!!"

And we cracked up.

Mariana was still laughing when she looked at me and said:

"And Pedro? He thinks he's gonna fuck you."

I rolled my eyes and huffed.

"Oh, girl, no he's not. This shit down here is sore."

She laughed again.

"Grab me some panties from my room while I rinse off in the shower?"

Mariana went to get my clothes and I took the chance to clean up quick right there. When I was all sorted and less wrecked, we went back to the living room, where the guys were talking bullshit, as usual.

The chat was about swinging and how we'd be disappointed with the other guy's small dick.

Mariana got pissed right away.

"What the hell kind of swinging, you guys are idiots?"

In my head, only one thought came: "Three in the same day would be wild."

I laughed to myself, with no one getting it.

Pedro noticed and came to bug me right away.

"What's so funny, crazy? You want Otávio or what?"

I rolled my eyes and cut him off.

"Shut up, Pedro. And I don't like these talks with my name in the middle, okay? Cut it out. And hey! Why'd you take so long?"

He flopped on the couch, shrugging.

"Ah, I was working with my dad, then people started chatting and I lost track of time."

I crossed my arms.

"Oh, nice, and we're here waiting on you."

I could've played it up and started a fight, but it wouldn't fit. It wasn't my style to be hysterical, but inside I was still thinking if it was worth faking more outrage.

Otávio, who'd already picked up that the talk was getting serious, stood up right away.

"Well, I'll leave you guys to chat. Come on, Mari."

And the two of them went straight to my room.

I sat next to Pedro on the couch and right away he threw his arm over my shoulders, pulling me close.

"So us, what are we gonna do?" he asked, with that voice like he was already geared up for action.

I took a deep breath.

"Ah, you took forever... I'm kinda tired."

I made an excuse. But I gotta say what was going through my head right then.

I felt kinda guilty for hooking up with the bus guy, knowing me and Pedro had kinda planned to fuck. It wasn't black and white, but I'd hinted it'd happen, and now here I was, after already giving it up to another guy half an hour ago. The worst part was I was still revved up, full of horniness. The bus guy had left me hanging high, I'd fuck him all night if I could. But the idea of switching dicks that quick gave me a weird feeling.

I felt kinda like a slut. But slutty in a bad way. And to make it worse, my pussy was stinging. How was I gonna explain that to Pedro? But then... life sucks. He turned to me, grabbed my chin, looked right into my eyes and kissed me. And shoved his hand on my tit, no asking, just how I like it.

My pussy burned.

From pain and desire.

And I was gonna fuck again.