El Rancho del Corazón
47 Courtesan
MOST OF US were finished with our finals on Thursday, but Jennifer, Courtney, and Rose were all on campus Friday for their last. It worked out conveniently since Rose would not return until mid-afternoon. That gave the rest of us time to get the house decorated for Christmas and for Rose’s birthday. I actually got to watch our Holiday Special when it aired. Tomorrow and Sunday, we’d all be returning to our parents until Christmas and then we’d be back the next day to enjoy our break and vacation with each other. I was really looking forward to two weeks with no classes and no filming. Just our family hanging out and having fun.
The front door slammed and I looked up from where I was hanging a garland on the fireplace. Courtney stomped upstairs. Jennifer opened the door behind her and came in. There were tears in her eyes. I ran to her and hugged her.
“What happened?” I asked.
“I don’t know. She won’t talk about it. She’s really mad at something,” Jennifer cried. “Why won’t she talk to me?” I looked up the stairs.
“Maybe I should go up,” I sighed. Jennifer nodded. Samantha hugged her and led her to the kitchen. I went upstairs.
“Fucking four-eyed, pimple-faced, misogynistic, stinking, bastard, geek!” Courtney yelled as her clothes went flying. She turned to head for the bathroom and ran straight into my arms. She was crying and pounded on my chest, but didn’t try to push me away.
“Have I done something?” I asked softly. “You haven’t called me names like that since the first night at the dude ranch. What did I do, courtesan?”
“No. Not you. I’m sorry. I sound like a bitch. But even when I was bitchy at the dude ranch you were never nasty to me. You were never like… him!” She sobbed and started pulling at my clothes. “I need a shower. Please wash me. I feel so dirty.”
Shit! That was the way Hannah talked back when she was dealing with how she’d been used by Tommy. I had a hundred different thoughts going through my head, but I couldn’t imagine Courtney off fooling around with some other guy. I led her into the shower. When we were under the water she turned and continued to hold me.
“I’m here, my love. Whatever it is, we’ll work it out. Just tell me what happened.”
“In my class… programming class… I’m the only girl. Most of the guys are okay. They’re awkward and shy. They stare at me a lot. I don’t think most of them see many girls.”
“Well, they are seeing one of the prettiest. You don’t match up with the image of a computer geek.”
“No. I’ve got boobs. That’s the problem.” She pulled my hands up to wash the objects in question and I soaped them gently. She turned her back and leaned against me so I could massage her breasts thoroughly. “One of them. Wayne Enders. The bastard, fucking prick. He’s always making comments about stupid girls thinking they can understand computers. After the final today, he came right up to me and asked me out.”
“I can understand that. It was pretty brave of him.”
“No it wasn’t. And he didn’t really ask. He just said now that the semester was over, I could come and fuck him at his apartment. He actually put his hand on my arm,” she said, rubbing her elbow. “I twisted away from him and just said, ‘No way!’ Then he started talking about how he just wanted to examine my tits so he could see where I keep my brains. I turned away and he said I must be a lesbian if I wasn’t interested in a real man.”
“Oh, honey,” I comforted her, pulling her close to me.
“If he only knew. I told him my girlfriend was more of a man than he was. Then, I felt bad about referring to Jennifer that way and I started crying. He laughed at me. The last thing he said was that it was a good thing computers were binary because he was sure I could only count to one.” I was seriously thinking about looking that asshole up to teach him a little about manners.
“I love you, baby. There are jerks everywhere. We don’t need to let them get control of us.” She turned in my arms again and pressed her soapy boobs against my chest as she kissed me. Having unburdened herself, Courtney was seeking comfort physically, grinding her pussy against my responding cock. I started massaging her spectacular ass and slid my finger between her cheeks. As soon as I touched her little hole she shifted into overdrive as she ground against me.
“Take me to bed, Brian,” she gasped. “Make love to me.”
“I want you right here, my courtesan,” I said. I’d just come to a decision. “Right here, right now.” She slammed her lips back against mine and ground into me as she came with my finger up her butt.
“Yes. Make love to me in the shower. Take me.” I pushed her back against the shower wall and shifted my position so my cock was rubbing up between her legs and making contact with her clit. “Oh yes.” I pressed and slid into position. “Brian you don’t have… Brian?”
“Do you want me to stop and get a condom?” I whispered. “Or do you want to just keep going and let me spray my semen into your pussy. You voted to remove the restriction. Do you want it?”
“Now? Yes! I never thought… Yes!” she raised her left leg and wrapped it around my waist. I pushed forward and began to enter her. We’d rubbed together before, but I’d never entered her without a condom. Courtney was beginning to relax and sink down on my shaft. Of all my lovers, I believe Courtney has the tightest pussy. We’ve always had to make sure she was especially well lubricated and turned on. Fortunately, that wasn’t usually a problem. Courtney, like most of my girlfriends, loved sex. “In me,” she whispered. “In me. I want your bare cock in me. I want to feel your come. I want to… Oh! I’m…” I was only about halfway in, but Courtney’s pussy spasmed so hard with her orgasm that she nearly pushed me out.
When she relaxed again, I pushed again. When I was almost fully in her, she wrapped her arms around my neck and raised her other leg to wrap around my waist. Her weight bore her the rest of the way down. I held her against the wall, both of us relishing the feeling of being joined without moving. Her tight pussy pulsed around my cock, massaging it. My cheeks clenched and the head of my cock flared inside her. She moaned and I began small movements, pulling out and pushing in just a little. My pubic bone was tight against her clit and the small thrusts pushed her higher and higher. I pressed a finger against her sensitive asshole and she joined me in meeting my thrusts through nothing more than little pelvic crunches.
Courtney stopped kissing me and pulled back just enough to look in my eyes. We held like that, and an expression of complete surprise washed over her face as she inhaled deeply. I was a goner. On my next mini-thrust, I started pumping into her. The breath she’d been taking rushed out all at once in an ear-piercing scream, echoing in the shower.
I turned off the water and carried her out of the bathroom without bothering to dry off. We made it to the nearest bed and fell to it, beginning our rise to another orgasm even as we hit the mattress. With the bed to support her, she matched me thrust for thrust as I pounded into her hot, tight pussy. It took a few minutes. We were going to need another shower when we were finished and would probably have to change the sheets when we were done.
If sex isn’t hot and sweaty, you’re just being lazy.
Sweat was pouring off us when the next climax finally hit. It might not have been as loud as the one in the shower—or just didn’t echo off the walls—but it was intense, and she clamped down on me so hard it was almost painful when my come forced its way out of my cock and into her pussy. She kept squeezing and pulsing around me, trying to prevent me from slipping out, but after that one, I was done for. I rolled to her side and met her kisses with post-orgasmic passion. There was a nudge against my thigh, and I looked down to see Jen wedging her way between Court’s legs to begin sucking my come out of our cónyuge. Court clamped down on my mouth, sucking my tongue into hers as she came again from Jen’s ministering.
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