Whitney's Way

She was wild-eyed. Her push sent me back against the wall again. She was Xena. Whitney was long and lean and powerful able to bench press two hundred fifteen pounds eight times. It was the first time I ever feared her but I held my ground.

"Come to me baby," she said through heaving breaths. "That's my cum in my pussy. You can't have any. Wash me down now, baby. You can't have that cum. Do you want it?"

"Yes, Whitney."

"You can't have it, baby. Wash me down but don't touch it. I'm going to have you inside me all day."

In five years, I'd never fucked Whitney without a condom. My cum went one place...in the garbage. Now for the second time it was flooding her pussy. Whitney didn't take birth control pills. My cock was so hard it was like I hadn't beaten off in a month.

I put the panties on as natural as if they were mine. "They don't look good with the red toe nails," I said as she stood at the mirror. "I'll change to a matching color."

"What the hell was going on in there?" Cindy asked. She had her cell phone in her hand. "I hope I didn't cause you all to get in a fight."

"That's how we fuck," I said.

She showed me her screen. It had 9-1-1 and her thumb was on the button to call. "I almost dialed it twenty times."

"Let's do your make-up and another laser treatment. Jeff's going to have to suck it up tomorrow and watch the kids for a while so we can go shopping."

"Are you going to tell him?"

"Damn right I will," I said.

Cindy looked at me standing in nothing but a pair of panties then shrugged. "Ok."

The spa session got me calmed down and back to thinking about helping Cindy. I couldn't figure out what was going on with Whitney. Maybe she was ready to try getting pregnant since I gave in and decided to wear panties. Maybe she wanted me to go all the way and dress up like a girl for her.

I made an after work-out snack while Cindy played around on the computer. It was so easy to be around her compared to Whitney. I felt free to talk about anything. Mostly I felt free.