Laney’s Surprise
by Mira Turner
Text Copyright © 2012 Mira Turner
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Laney’s Surprise
by Mira Turner
My best friend told me this story when one of our gossip sessions turned to one of my favorite topics to discuss with my girlfriends- that is, the Best Fuck You’ve Ever Had. To be honest with you, I was getting a little tingly down below just listening to her tell it. I masturbated to the memory of her story that night, and the next day I’d worked up the courage to ask her if I could try to write it as an erotic short. Even though I’m totally used to penning dirty stories and putting them on the Internet, I was a little embarrassed to let Laney know that she had turned me on like that with her retelling... but she didn’t seem to mind at all. I guess Laney’s always been a bit of a proud slut, like me.
All of the names are changed to protect the privacy of the dirty, dirty fuckers in this story. Without further ado...
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"Look at this place! It's even bigger than I imagined!" Mark turned around and grinned at me from the passenger seat, pointing up the long driveway. He was right. The cottage looked like something out of a Victorian fairytale, and even without my glasses on it was easy to see that the picture online hadn't done it justice.
I smiled back at my friend and excitedly smoothed down my wind-blown dark hair. "Yeah, this is going to be awesome. Whose great idea was renting a house for the week, again?"
"Ha ha," Eric chimed in dryly as he parked us in front of the house. "Yeah, Laney, you're a genius."
Giddy as I was about our rented dreamhouse and the seven glorious days of hiking and drinking (and hey, why not, hiking while drinking) which lay ahead of us, I couldn't help studying the two of them while they unpacked the trunk and started up the footpath. Mark was the taller of the two, towering nearly a head and a half over me. Sturdy and bearded, he looked nothing like he used to the last time I'd seen him before we all went our separate ways for college. I recognized the twinkle in his eye, though. Happy as always.
As for Eric... god. He must have been working out or something, I figured. Muscles everywhere and some undefinable touch of seriousness he'd picked up over the last seven months. That messy black hair. Those razor cheekbones. Could this be the Eric who used to fix the teachers' computers and moan over not making the basketball team? I wondered, for the first time in the nine years we'd been friends, what his cock was like. The thought sent a naughty shiver down my spine.
Bad Laney!
Shrugging it off, I picked up my backpack and jogged up the front steps to catch up with the boys.
Eric was hard at work stocking the fridge with the cases of beer we'd picked up on the way. He looked up when I came in. "Bet you're glad now that we stopped for these. I didn't see a store anywhere for miles before we got here, did you?"
"You were right." I kicked off my sandals and made a little show of undoing the top two buttons on my shirt, enough to show some cleavage. "It's pretty hot in here, isn't it?" No response. Eric's attention was on the fridge again. Damn it. "Hey, where's Mark?"
"Upstairs. He said he was gonna have a look around."
"Okay." I grabbed two of the beers and headed down the hall to the stairway. I found Mark standing in the doorway of one of the two bedrooms, surveying it. He didn't hear me coming, and nearly knocked me to the floor when I tapped him on the back.
"Whoa! Sorry, Laney, didn't see you there." Mark put his massive arm around me to steady me... and I felt his fingers groping at my breasts.