The Good Girl

"JESUS CHRIST JILL! Fuck baby, God you're sucking me so good...Ah God! Yes!" moaned Steve.

He couldn't imagine what had gotten into her, she was usually a slow burn, and it took a while before they got this far but here she was attacking his cock like it was her last meal. He fought to hold back his cum as she sucked him hot and hard, her tongue sliding up and down his flesh. She pulled her head back and jerked his saliva covered prick with quick movements of her slender fingers before engulfing it again in her mouth all the while groaning in the back of her throat. Steve gritted his teeth not knowing how much of this he could take but wanting to make sure he could satisfy her when she was ready.

"God Jill, FUCK IF YOU DON'T STOP SOON...JESUS I'M GOING TO CUM!" moaned Steve in desperation.

On her knee's Jill slowed just a bit as she sucked her boyfriend's hard penis in and out of her mouth. All afternoon she had tried to study, but thoughts of Wendy and Quin kept intruding, teasing her with images of hot bodies writhing together. When the clock showed Steve's arrival was imminent, she had started dinner and then stripped naked in the bedroom. As soon as Steve had hit the kitchen, she had been hot on his heels, and now she needed to fuck! Jesus, she couldn't remember the last time she had been this horny, and every nerve in her body seemed to be alive with the need to be taken, to feel a man inside her, touching her, tasting her, giving her what she craved. As Steve cried out his impending orgasm she backed off, she wasn't ready for him to cum yet. She needed him inside her, now! Grabbing his hand, Jill stood and pulled him toward the bedroom. Mounting the bed, she dropped onto all fours looking back over her shoulder at Steve, his hard cock waving in the air as he followed behind her.

"FUCK ME STEVE! FUCK ME NOW! HARD BABY...AS HARD AS YOU FUCKING CAN!" she begged.

Steve slid his cock into Jill's hairy love hole, she was soaking, and he felt as if he had shoved his cock into a hot, wet, and superbly tight oven. With a loud moan, he grabbed her hips and tried to give her what she needed, slamming his cock into her so hard the sounds of his tight balls slapping against her swollen, wet pussy lips echoed across the bedroom. He drove it into her repeatedly as her large breasts swung wildly back and forth and Jill cried out.

"Oh fuck yes Steve, fuck me hard and deep! Give it to me...FUCK ME STEVE! DON'T STOP! HARDER BABY...HARDER!" she cried.

Steve was giving it his all, but after the hot blow job in the kitchen, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it back much longer. He could already feel the cum working its way up his shaft, and he tried as hard as he could to keep it back, but there was no hope.

"Jill...FUCK BABY...I...God, I can't...FUCK! I CAN'T...GOING TO CUM...I'M SORRY JILL!...I CAN'T HOLD IT!" wailed Steve.

In desperation and with her orgasm still staying just out of reach Jill reached back between her legs pressing her fingertips to her swollen clit, feeling Steve's hard cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She started to rub herself fast and hard.

"OH STEVE JUST A LITTLE LONGER! SO CLOSE!" she begged.

"SORRY BABY I...FUCK JILLLLLLLLLLLL!" yelled Steve and she felt his cock start to twitch inside her, his cum shooting into her wet pussy in slow spurts. In a last bid to bring herself over the top Jill closed her eyes and reached out for a fantasy, her mind brought forth the image that had haunted her all afternoon. Quin's fat, thick cock jerking, exploding with hot cum shooting like a fountain. In her mind's eye, it wasn't Wendy's small breasts that were the recipient of the avalanche of hot cum though, it was her own more impressive mounds, and she could almost feel the warm jizz splashing across her tits. The thought sent her over the top as she felt her pussy grab onto Steve's penis even as it started to shrink from her.

"OH FUCK QU...STEVE I'M FUCKING CUMMING! OH GOD NEEDED THIS SO BAD! FUCKKKKKKKKKK!" screamed Jill. She quickly fell forward fully onto the bed her legs shaking as the orgasm past. She bit her lip in worry, she had come within a hairs breath of screaming, "OH QUIN!" during her orgasm instead of Steve's name and she prayed he hadn't heard her. A second later, he dropped down next to her his breathing coming in gasps.

"Damn baby, what got into you? You were on fire!" said Steve with a laugh.

Jill smiled back, thankful he had not heard her slip, "Oh I was just happy to see you sweetie, ready for dinner?"

"Yeah I worked up an appetite," said Steve.

They quickly cleaned themselves and returned to the kitchen to sit down for the meal Jill had prepared, roast chicken and garlic potatoes, as they ate in relative silence Jill prompted Steve about his past with Quin.

"So, your friend Quin stopped by after you left. He will be taking the apartment next door," mentioned Jill.

Steve's hand stopped halfway to his mouth, the hot potatoes wavering in the air just short of their intended destination, "Is that right? Wonderful, the perfect capper to my day, and I told you we aren't friends."

"Right, you guys went to high school together but didn't get along," said Jill.

"Yeah, Lancaster High, we were on the football team together," said Steve.

"You played football? You never mentioned that before, I didn't know you were the jock in school," commented Jill trying to picture her undersized boyfriend in a football uniform and failing.

Steve chewed his potatoes and decided not to clarify that while he and Quin had been on the team together technically, Quin had been the quarterback and Steve, well...Steve had been the equipment manager.

"Yeah, well I wasn't much of a jock, Quin was the star of the team, and he let everyone know it," said Steve with a hint of sarcasm.

"That was a long time ago, life has a way of leveling the playing field when we get older, maybe Quin does want to be friends," said Jill.

"Fat chance of that, but we'll see," answered Steve with a dismissive tone. It was apparent this was a subject he wasn't keen on talking about, and Jill decided it best to change the conversation over to more mundane matters as they talked about getting a new couch for the apartment. They worked together to clean the kitchen, and after some T.V watching, they slipped into bed for the night, as Steve snored quietly next to her Jill couldn't help but think about the man on the other side of the wall. She wondered if he was alone in his bed tonight and what sounds she might hear in the future, as she finally drifted off.

The following day dawned hot and bright, the promise of the rapidly arriving summer months hinted at in the air. Jill had decided to take advantage of the fact that the complex pool was quiet with the kids that lived there still in school to do some sunbathing and start trying to darken her fair skin for the coming of summer. She put on her one-piece suit and pulled a cover-up on over it as she picked up one of her psychology textbooks and headed out for the pool, as she had hoped the pool was empty and she had the area all to herself. She settled onto a reclining pool chair placing her cover-up over the back and applying a bit of lotion. Jill lay back to take in the sun, cracking open her book in the process but she had barely found her place from the previous day when a shadow fell across the cover.

"Hey, great minds think alike, a good day to get some rays right?" said Quin.

Jill looked over the top of her book. Quin Beckett stood before her in nothing but a tiny bathing suit a towel in his right hand. In the gleaming light of the sun, he looked like a Greek God come to conquer the pool area his well-chiseled body not showing an ounce of fat. Try as she might Jill couldn't help but stare as he took the chair next to her and bent down to lay out his towel giving her a shot of his rock hard rear end.

"Well, Psychology for the New Age," read Quin as he looked over at the book clutched in Jill's hand, "Weighty stuff, way over my head I'm sure."

"I'm studying to be a therapist, maybe work with kids, I've haven't decided what specialty yet," said Jill.

"A noble goal, helping the young, brains, beauty and a big heart, Steve just keeps looking luckier by the minute," commented Quin and Jill found herself blushing again at Quin's complement.

Jill tried to return to her book, but every so often, she felt her eyes leaving the page to look over at Quin who lay quietly on the chair next to hers his eyes closed as the sun beat down on the two of them. He seemed like he might be napping as his well-muscled chest fell slowly in tune with his breathing. Her eyes drifted down across his six-pack abs and for just a moment lingered on that private area she knew she shouldn't be looking at, her breath quickened.

"It's a shame," said Quin startling Jill as his eyes suddenly snapped open and fell on her, she quickly averted hers back to her book hoping that he hadn't caught her staring.

"I beg your pardon? What's a shame?" asked Jill.

"That you are hiding your light under a bushel," said Quin.

"Excuse me?" questioned Jill, confused by the remark.

"Sorry, my Grandfather was a Baptist preacher, real fire, and brimstone stuff, did the evangelical tent shows and the whole nine yards if you can believe it. I picked up some of his sayings along the way, what I mean is that such a beautiful woman hides that beauty from the world," said Quin.

"What? You mean this suit, well modesty is its own reward," said Jill.

Now it was Quin's turn to look confused as he sat up, "I gotta say, I have no idea what that means."

Jill laughed, "Something my Mom used to say, she was very religious too and was full of homilies like that, half the time I guess I didn't know what she was telling me either."

"Well, all I mean is that your gorgeous Jill and it seems a shame not to show that off," said Quin as he stood from the chair.

"It's getting hot, time to hit the pool," said Quin as he took three quick steps and executed a perfect dive into the deep end, his body barely making a ripple as it shot into the water. Jill watched him break the surface, his wet hair falling into his face lending him the aspect of a bashful little boy as he bobbed up and down in the water. His comment about his Grandfather had reminded her of her upbringing and made her feel closer to him.

"Hey the water is great, you should join me!" offered Quin.

"Um no, that's o.k., I'm good right here," said Jill with a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"What's a matter, don't know how to swim?" asked Quin.

Truthfully and as embarrassing as it was to admit, Jill didn't, her parents had felt that water was for bathing and the holy baptismal not for frolicking in like a fish. They had never bothered to teach her to swim, and she had never gotten around to it on her own as she grew older.

"You don't do you? Imagine that, you know I can teach you I use to be an instructor at the YMCA, I can have you swimming in no time," said Quin.

"No, that's o.k., I need to focus on my studies and..." started Jill.

"Common, you not scared of a little pool are you?" said Quin in a slightly condescending tone.

Jill lay her book aside as she stood up from her chair. When people called her out on her fears, she had spent many years overcoming it annoyed her.

"I'm not scared," said Jill in a defiant tone as she walked to the steps and made her way into the shallow end. Quin swam his way toward her wading the last few yards as his feet touched bottom.

"Um...what do I do now?" said Jill looking around Quin at the deeper water, a little fearful whether she wanted to admit it or not.

"Well, the first thing you need to do is learn to float, it's easy just let yourself go and lay back in the water," said Quin.

Jill looked back at the clear water of the pool more nervous than she appeared as she let herself slowly lay back on the surface, and immediately sank like a stone coming up sputtering as Quin laughed.

"That was the most pathetic attempt at floating I've ever seen, you have to relax your body, don't give into your fear," admonished Quin.

"It's not as easy as you made it sound," said Jill.

"Here, let me help you, just lay across my arms and most importantly...relax," said Quin.

Before she knew what was happening Quin had lifted her from the water, his strong arms wrapping beneath her back and thighs as he lay her flat across the surface of the pool. She could feel the rippling muscles of his arms pressed against her cold skin, the warmth of his flesh touching hers. It was so much different from when Steve held her. She could feel the barely restrained power in Quin's body as he buoyed her own above the water. Slowly she felt Quin pull away and she felt a bit of loss at the fading touch, but to her surprise and delight, she stayed afloat on her own, her body suspended as if on a cloud. She drifted gently on the water, her eyes closed, enjoying the freedom, her mind drifted back to that moment on the chair when she had looked down, her eyes tracing the thick bulge in Quin's swimsuit. Her body tensed at the thought of what lay underneath and that moment of tension sent her plummeting to the bottom yet again. This time she didn't have to find her footing on her own as a pair of strong arms hoisted her from the water, and Jill found herself pulled tight to Quin's chest. His eyes looked into hers as water poured across her face momentarily obscuring her vision.

"You o.k.? Can't have you drowning in your first lesson," said Quin with a smile.

Quin continued to hold her close, as her eyes cleared Jill felt her heart quicken in her chest, the feeling of being caught like this, Quin's handsome face filled with concern as he looked down at her, the warmth of his chest pressed to hers. For just a moment, she found herself wishing he would pull her even closer, touch his lips to hers.

"Mommie! I want the raft first!" shouted the voice of a small child as a harried-looking mother burst through the pool area gate followed by her three young kids.

Quin lowered Jill back into the pool, and she felt a swell of regret as his arms slipped from around her.

"Well, the lesson's over for today, maybe another time," said Quin.

"Sure, and thanks," replied Jill as she made her way to the edge and retrieved her stuff heading back toward her apartment, once inside she ran a hot shower to clean the chlorine of the pool from her body. As the water from the showerhead cascaded down, she thought of the feeling of floating in the pool, but even more, she thought of the sense of Quin holding her in his impossibly strong arms. As she soaped her naked breasts, she could feel her nipples hardening, and she couldn't help but rub them harder, letting the soap lubricate the bumpy flesh of her aureoles, the swelling peaks of her nipples. She started to moan softly to herself as she pictured Quin's firm lips touching the soft flesh of her tits, his tongue running across them. With a gasped, she pinched one nipple, in her fantasy, it was Quin's teeth biting down on it and sending a ripple of pleasure across her body. She leaned back against the tile of the shower and slid her other hand between her legs. Her fingers encountered her pussy slick with her arousal, almost as wet as she had been the previous night. She couldn't help herself now as she slid two fingers into her vagina rubbing them rapidly in and out as her breathing increased.

"Oh...God Quin...your so big...so hard," cried Jill to herself as her imagination ran wild.

When the orgasm hit, it came so fast and hard she was caught off guard, crying out as her pussy sucked at her fingers and her body tensed.

"AH FUCK QUIN! I'M CUMMING!" she cried.

As her body slowly relaxed Jill felt the first wave of guilt roll through her, "What the hell was she doing?" Jill thought to herself.

Fantasizing about Quin like this, he wasn't the man she was in love with, she and Steve had been together for so long. He was kind and sweet to her, and they had shared so much together. At the same time, she couldn't deny the attraction she was starting to feel toward Quin. As she dried herself in the bedroom, she realized that she should probably keep her distance from him, at least until she understood better how she felt.

THAT EVENING -

Steve had called from work and offered to take her out for dinner at their favorite Italian restaurant, and he had picked Jill up driving them over and getting a valet to handle the parking as they went inside and were escorted to a table.

"Hmm, valet parking, you usually don't spring for that and eating at such an expensive place, we haven't been here since my birthday," commented Jill.

"Yeah well I'm in a celebratory mood, I got a call from Fudder and Wicks," said Steve name-dropping one of the most prominent architectural firms in the area.

"Really! And they offered you a job?" said Jill.

"Well, they offered me an interview, but they sounded pretty positive on the phone, this could be my big break!" said Steve.

"That's wonderful honey, I'm so happy for you!" replied Jill.

"I just have to fly down to their corporate headquarters, on their dime, of course, should just be gone for a couple of days," said Steve around bites of spaghetti.

As the meal continued, Steve eyed Jill over his wine glass, if this job worked out the way he planned he would finally be in a position to do something he had been thinking about for a long time now, proposing to the woman he loved. He had bought a ring several months earlier after saving for almost a year but had kept it hidden in his sock drawer; he didn't feel like he would be truly worthy of Jill until he could take care of her properly.

The dinner ended all too quickly and Steve drove them home as they held hands over the center console, as they pulled into a parking space near their apartment it was obvious something was going on, several tables had been set out on the lawn in front of their unit, and small crowds of people were milling around them. A keg was set up on one table, food spread around it, and on the far side, a barbeque grill belched smoke, standing in front of the grill working a large assortment of burgers and hotdogs Quin stood grinning as Steve and Jill came walking up.

"Hey neighbors, just throwing a little apartment warming party, thought I would get to know all the folks around her at once, easier than going door to door!" said Quin laughing to himself.

"That's so nice of you Quin, isn't it Steve?" said Jill, but Steve wasn't smiling, this was just like Quin trying to ingratiate himself to everyone, no doubt so he could start calling in favors later.

"We ate already," said Steve curtly.

"Steve! don't be rude we could hang around for a drink or two, to be friendly," said Jill perhaps sharper than she had intended.

Steve quieted but did not look happy as he nodded and moved toward the keg to draw himself a beer. Jill greeted a few of the other tenants that she knew and chatted briefly with one of the agents from the complex office, she was making her way toward the keg when a newcomer caught her eye. Wendy Carmichael, the agent that has shown Quin his apartment, appeared at the end of the sidewalk and she was dressed to kill. Her petite body wrapped in a tight leather skirt, she sported a small white halter-top her bra-less breasts poking through and making quite a display as she sauntered up to Quin throwing a little arm around his shoulders as she beamed up at him.

"Hey handsome, got any meat for me," she said in a shameless double entendre.

"Oh, I think we might be able to find something for you darlin," drawled Quin in a fake southern accent.

Jill felt something she had rarely experienced in her life, jealousy, as she looked on at Wendy flirting with Quin who continued his cooking she found herself becoming more and more uncomfortable at the sight of Wendy laying her hands all over Quin's arm and laughing at his jokes.