Content Warning: Adult language, Adult themes, Nudity, Sex

 

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Star watched the clouds.

 

Fluffy white clouds drifted through a sky the peculiar brilliant blue of autumn. She remembered lying out on the grass at her grandmother's house, watching the clouds and listening to stories. Willow Creek was different from home, she thought, but the clouds still drifted across the blue of the sky. It was peaceful. 

 

 

Slim had left early this morning. Biggie had called him to say that the landscaping company he did odd jobs for had some work. Star had decided she should get a job too. She just wasn't having a lot of luck with it. She'd gone around to the shops and the coffee place nearby, asking if they had any openings. 

 

Everyone had told her to apply on their websites. 

 

She'd quickly discovered that her outdated phone wasn't up to the task. 

 

 

The squat didn't have internet. Slim had joked the other night about finding a way to hook up pirated wi-fi. He'd told them about Biggie's idea of setting up a bunch of webcams, making money by filming them all naked and having sex. Of course, Slim had quickly added, he wasn't going to do that. 

 

Frankie had laughed and said if he tried, she was leaving. So, Star was glad Slim had been joking.

 

Except, part of her kind of liked the idea. The thought of men all over the internet, looking at her naked body. Men getting hard and touching themselves while they looked at her perky titties, her cute butt and her shaved pussy. 

 

 

The idea of men watching her made Star feel tingly and warm and wet. She'd dreamed about it that night. Men watching her. Watching them. 

 

In the morning, while Frankie slept and Slim had gone off scrouging, Star had touched herself and imagined it. She'd imagined men, who knew how many men, looking her as she spread her legs. Watching as she teased her lips, opened her slick, pink folds. Watching her fingers rubbing her clit, pushing inside her tight wet pussy. She'd cum so hard, imagining it.

 

Maybe Dirk had been right. Maybe she was an exhibitionist.

 

 

Lying on the grass, she chuckled. She was making herself all tingly and warm and wet again. 

 

Her fingers teased the edge of her skirt. Frankie was still asleep, locked in her room. Star thought she'd heard Slim come home a little while ago. She'd see if he was busy. She loved the way he looked at her. The way he touched her.

 

"Hey, Star," Slim's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Come here, I have something to show you."

 

"Oh, OK," she called back. "I'll be right there."

 

 

"Tada!" Slim called.

 

"Oh! My! God!" Star gasped. "You got me a bed! How?"

 

It was just an old futon on a beat-up looking frame. Still, after weeks of sleeping on a pile of blankets on the floor, to Star's eyes it might as well have been her old four-poster bed from home. 

She'd known Slim had been looking for a mattress for her, but she hadn't expected this! 

 

 

"Spider and Biggie helped," Slim grinned.

 

"Some guys in my building were moving out," Spider said. "They were just going to ditch it, so I called Slim."

 

"I just carried stuff," Biggie chuckled. "Do you like it?"

 

"I love it!" Star smiled. 

 

 

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"Let's go, Spider," Biggie said, pulling his friend out of Star's room. "I think the lovebirds want to... ahem... test out their new bed."

 

"Yeah, yeah," Spider said, glancing back. 

 

Star was already sprawled seductively on the futon. His eyes widened as she casually tossed her top aside, exposing her firm breasts to Slim's, and Spider's, hungry gaze.

 

"You know, maybe I should stick around," Spider suggested. "Help Slim out a bit..."

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Come on," Biggie laughed.

 

 

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Giggling, Star pulled Slim down onto her new bed. Her new bed!

 

Slim laughed, his rich, deep laugh, as he fell beside her. His strong hands, calloused more from playing the guitar than from yard work, caressed her warm skin. She sighed as he touched her side. Moaned as he cupped her breast. 

 

Her hands gripped his strong shoulders, pulling him to her. His head lowered. His hot breath blew across her sensitive skin moments before he took her breast into his mouth. She whimpered, arching against him as pleasure radiated out from her nipples.

 

 

Suddenly frantic with need, Star clawed at his jeans. Her hungry, seeking hands undid the button, forced the zipper open. Slim groaned as she cupped his hard cock through his briefs.

 

"Get these off," Star groaned. "Now!"

 

"Hang on," Slim pushed at his pants while fumbling at the pockets. "I just need..."

 

"I need you," Star moaned. "I need you inside me."

 

"Condom," Slim said with a grin as he pulled the packet from his pocket. Kicking his jeans and briefs aside, he quickly rolled the latex sheath over his hard shaft. 

 

Star's groan of frustration transformed into a cry of pleasure as he pushed inside her, spreading her open, filling her completely.

 

 

He move in her now. He stretched her. Filled her completely. Withdrew and filled her again. 

 

His hands touched her. Caressed her. Held her. 

 

She pulled him to her. Kissed him. Hungry kisses. Passionate kisses. 

 

He was on top of her. Inside her. All around her. 

 

She whimpered, pushing up to meet him. To hold him. To surround him. To accept him, deep inside.

 

She moaned into his mouth, rushing quickly over the edge, spasming under him in pleasure.

 

 

Breathless, the kiss ended. They pulled apart, gasping for breath, while their bodies continued to move together. 

 

"You're so beautiful," Slim whispered.

 

Star smiled up at him. Looked deep into his rich brown eyes. Eyes that didn't just see her as beautiful.  Eyes that made her feel beautiful and warm. 

 

She could lose herself in those eyes. 

 

 

"More," Star panted up at him.

 

Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulled him back into her. 

 

Slim groaned. His eyes closed. His body moved, faster now, thrusting inside her.

 

"More," Star urged, her eyes on his face. 

 

He thrust harder. His body tensed and quivered over her. Her body rose to meet him.

 

She watched his face, saw him reach the edge. Felt him drive deep insider her. Felt him release with a groan, her eyes fixed on his.

 

 

"So, you like the bed?" Slim asked.

 

His rich brown eyes looked into hers. His arms held her. Star felt warm all over. A gentle, warmth of contentment she hadn't felt in a long time. She never wanted him to let go.

 

"I love it," she answered.

 

I think I love you, she thought.