Literotica Lover

"I'm so excited for tonight!" Emily exclaimed sitting sat up in bed.

Her sudden excitement jolted me awake, and I glanced at the alarm clock on her bedside table to see it was late morning, nearly afternoon already. Emily and I had spent a rather exhaustive night together.

My brunette lover's hair was a wild mess of curls. Her hair was often in various states of disarray, but she gave a new meaning to the phrase 'bed head' this morning. Especially after we'd had a particularly energetic night of passion.

"You seem to be more excited about it than me," I chuckled, rolling over and placing my head in her lap.

"That's because you don't seem to get excited about anything," Emily giggled as she stroked my hair.

"I got pretty excited last night," I smirked and kissed the bare skin of her thigh.

"Did you? I don't seem to recall much of last night," Emily mused innocently. "Maybe you'll have to refresh my memory."

I knew for a fact that Emily could remember everything that happened last night. But I'd play along. I sat up onto my knees and tossed the tangled covers from my bed to combine with the forgotten piles of clothes from the night before. Emily was grinning, her messy hair framing her beautiful face and hanging down her chest to obscure her perky breasts.

"Come here, beautiful," I growled as I yanked on Emily's hips.

My lover squealed in delight as our bodies pressed together. I captured her mouth with my own as we knelt on my bed. Our thighs parted so we could feel one another closer. My cock was already hard and pressing against her thigh just as her slick lips pressed against mine. We often awoke each day hornier than when we first climbed into bed the night before.

"I'm just so forgetful," Emily said with a fake dumb girl accent.

With both hands I grabbed Emily's firm ass and flipped her onto her back. Her legs parted wide for me, accepting my body eagerly. We'd done this dance so much over the last few weeks that we knew what the other wanted without the need for words. Emily moved how I wanted when I grabbed her, and I did what Emily wanted when she moaned.

No one would ever think this beautiful woman before me was a virgin only a few weeks ago.

"Ready to remember?" I asked, kissing along her neck.

"Just fuck me," Emily ground herself against me, biting her bottom lip.

I pushed myself up onto one arm and grasped the base of my cock with my free hand, rubbing it along the slick entrance to Emily's pussy. We both stared down our bodies at where our genitals pressed together, moaning in unison as I slid into her tight, warm tunnel.

Emily was still incredibly tight, but she was always so worked up that her lubrication alone was enough ease the initial penetration.

"Fuck you're tight," I growled as I rooted myself deep inside Emily's body.

"It's because you're so fucking big," Emily groaned through a gasp. "And hard."

I stayed upright as I bottomed out inside Emily and hooked my elbows under her knees to drape her legs over my shoulders. Emily was a huge fan of this position, saying that she loved being able to look at me and touch my body as I made love to her. I also liked seeing her splayed out before me, her tits bouncing with each thrust.

We also both enjoyed just how fucking deep I got with each thrust.

Emily pressed her legs together tightly at my subtle touch, and I draped both legs over my right shoulder, then leaned forward. This meant we couldn't see as much of each other's body, but it altered the angle of my thrust so that the tip of me cock scraped along the top of her tunnel.

Hitting that special spot just right.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Emily panted heavily as her pussy convulsed and soaked my cock thoroughly.

I growled as my climax hit me like a punch in the gut, leaning over Emily's body, pressing her knees against her chest as I poured my seed into her body. My hips bucked involuntarily, pressing her harder into the mattress as I poured my seed deep into her.

"Remember yet?" I asked through heavy breathes as I pinned her to the bed.

Emily nodded; her mouth opened wide with a grin as she struggled to gain her breath after the short but intense fuck.

"Breakfast you two."

Emily's bedroom door swung open to reveal Mel standing at the threshold. Her two-size too small rainbow unicorn tank top and hot-pink booty shorts causing my cock to pulse once more inside Emily.

"Oh," Emily moaned, bitting her lip. "I think Nick likes what you're wearing."

"It's fun when that happens," Mel giggled. "Clean up and come down for breakfast."

I slid out of Emily reluctantly and helped her to her feet. That position was a favourite of ours, but it always left her legs feeling a little wobbly straight after. We showered together with our usual kissing, touching and fooling around, but were both extremely satisfied from the night before and our breakfast tryst. Although the proximity of her naked body kept my cock hard, it wasn't an uncomfortable erection and he soon settled down to a kind of aroused flaccid state.

"You sure you don't need some more?" Emily asked, eyeing my cock as we dried off.

"I'm fine for now," I replied.

"Are you sure? Because it still looks a little...uncomfortable."

"Emily, my dear," I said, pulling her into a kiss. "If I stopped to make love to you, Amanda, Erica or Mel every time I got horny, I'd never get anything done."

Emily grinned wide and kissed me on the lips. "Thanks."

More than a few times Emily had expressed her feelings of insecurity, mostly around her sisters. She saw each of them as more beautiful or sexual than she was and often questioned why I would be interested in her when I could have any of them who she deemed were more beautiful, had bigger breasts or was simply more sexually experienced.

I reassured her each time, and always made sure she was pleased to perfection whenever we made love. I believed the others were conscious of Emily's feelings too, since I often spent more nights with my brunette lover than any of the others.

"I've got some clean clothes for you."

Amanda was coming upstairs with a laundry basket just as I exited the bathroom. I wrapped a towel around my waist since I hadn't brought any clean clothes upstairs with me the night before, and had intended to just walk up to my flat to get changed.

"How very thoughtful," I smiled, taking the basket from Amanda and giving her a kiss.

"That's okay," Amanda smiled, then glanced to Emily as she brushed by me on her way to her room. "Morning Em. There are some of your clothes in here too."

"Thanks, Manda," Emily grinned and kissed me on the cheek. "I'll take these in and get changed."

Emily took the laundry basket from me and slipped away into her room, leaving Amanda and I alone in the hallway. My black-haired lover had relaxed a great deal when it came to displays of affection from the others and me, except when it came to Erica.

For some reason, Amanda would often get surly or upset if she saw Erica and me together. I asked Erica about it once, but she just said to talk to Amanda and that it was her problem. I hadn't yet brought myself to have that difficult conversation.

"Are you excited about tonight?" I asked Amanda.

"Yes!" she replied excitedly. "You're going to look so amazing up there."

"I'm more interested in what you girls are going to wear," I grinned, pulling Amanda to me by her hips.

"I'll make sure I look good for you," Amanda smiled.

"You always do," I replied.

Amanda circled her arms around my neck, and I leaned in to catch her lips with mine. Her tongue slid into my mouth eagerly, and I felt her body writhe against me as we kissed in the hallway.

"We better get downstairs for breakfast," I said after a few minutes.

"I'll see you downstairs," Amanda nodded with a happy smile.

I slipped into Emily's room just as she was pulling a t-shirt over her head. The shirt was smaller than the ones I'd seen her wearing a lot since arriving, stopping a few inches under her breasts to display her smooth stomach. Black jeans hugged her hips enticingly, showcasing her ample butt and perfect legs.

"Well now, don't you look fine," I said, leaning against the door.

"Thanks," Emily grinned over her shoulder as she pulled her mane of chestnut hair into a messy ponytail. "Now get dressed. I'm hungry."

Never one to get between a hungry woman and her meal, I quickly shucked my towel and pulled on a pair of cargo shorts and a band t-shirt before heading downstairs with Emily.

Mel sat at the breakfast table in her much-too-small top that outlined her nipples. Her plate was filled with an assortment of breakfast items that were laid out on the table. I saw sausages, hash browns, syrupy pancakes, buttered toast, crispy bacon, mushrooms and eggs—fried and scrambled. There must have been enough for twelve people laid out on the table.

"Woah," I said, stunned for a moment.

"Manda went all out," Mel said, shovelling a spoonful of scrambled eggs into her mouth. "This is what happens when she's fucked right."

"Amelia!" Amanda scolded her platinum-hair sister, but it was clear she was supressing a laugh. "Don't eat with your mouth full."

"It was hardly a mouthful," Mel winked at her eldest sister.

Amanda couldn't hold back anymore, and a giant grin spread across her lips as she shook her head. "You're terrible."

"I know. But you love me," Mel said with a satisfied smile.

I took my seat at the head of the table—something which the girls had insisted on—and filled my plate. A few moments later, Erica came down from her room. Her hair was damp and clung to her face, and her black silk robe clung to her body signalling that she'd just finished in the shower.

"Morning," I greeted Erica.

"Morning, lover," Erica said, leaning in for a kiss.

The kiss was short but sweet, but I still saw Amanda frown but quickly avert her eyes when I glanced her way. I pretended not to notice.

"You excited for tonight?" I asked, taking a sip of coffee.

"I am," Erica said, taking the mug from my hands before draining it. "Although having to see Craig will be a massive downer on the night. You should join a better band."

"It's not like there were any other options," I chuckled.

"After tonight, I'm sure there will be," Erica winked, then held my mug up. "I'll get you another one, sit tight."

I watched Erica's ass sway under her thin robe as she strode down the length of the table and into the kitchen, once again wonder how the hell I'd been so lucky to score any of these women. There were still some issues to be ironed out between Amanda and Erica, but even with that, I was punching way above my own weight class.

"So...what happens after tonight?" Mel asked, glancing from Amanda to me and back again.

"What do you mean?" Amanda asked over her own coffee mug.

"You know exactly what I mean," Mel replied.

"Are you dumping Craig?" Emily jumped in.

"Yes," Amanda nodded. "Craig and I are essentially already over. I just didn't want to make it weird for Nick before the show."

"Will you stay in the band?" Erica asked from her spot near the coffee machine.

"Doubt it," I replied. "It's going to be awkward as hell, but I'll probably stick around for a bit after it happens to avoid any unwanted questions. Especially if Craig is already suspicious."

I had mentioned the text from Craig to the rest of the girls, just to make sure they were all aware of the situation. I didn't think it would affect the way any of them interacted with Craig, since Mel and Erica already hated his guts and Craig hadn't ever paid attention to Emily in the past.

Craig still hadn't met up with me to talk about the message, and we hadn't had a band practice in a couple of weeks since he'd first messaged me on that fateful day. His reasoning was he believed we were ready, and it was best to take a break before the show. I spoke to Dan about it—worried that Craig was up to something—but he assured me that this was normal, and they'd done it plenty of times.

They were right of course. We hadn't encountered any issues with the music during our last rehearsal, and so long as we all kept up our individual practice at home, we'd go fine.

"Do you think he really knows?" Emily asked, concern clear on her face.

"I don't know," I sighed heavily. "He hasn't said anything else to me since."

"Has he said anything to you?" Mel asked Amanda.

"No," Amanda shook her head. "He has been pestering me more to hang out though. It's getting harder and harder to avoid him."

That had been a tough moment when Craig had insisted on seeing 'his girl'. Amanda had gone to keep up the ruse of them dating but promised me she wouldn't sleep with him. I trusted her, but I didn't trust him.

I found out the next day that they went on a double date with Dan and Jen. Amanda mentioned that he was super handsy and uncomfortably affectionate in front of Dan and Jen, but turned off almost immediately when they parted ways. Almost as if he were putting on a show for others.

"He doesn't know shit," Erica said, taking her seat to my left and placing down a fresh mug of coffee for me. "Craig is too stupid to see anything that isn't his own reflection."

"He clearly knows something is up," I said calmly. "Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent me that message. I just don't know why he'd send that, then never bring it up."

Just then, my phone began buzzing. I glanced down at the screen to see Craig's name. I hesitated for a moment, wondering at the possibility of this happening right now.

"Hey man," I answered, holding the phone to my ear. I raised a finger to the room, indicating the girls should be quiet.

"Hey, you ready for tonight?" Craig asked.

"Yeah. I'm all good," I replied casually.

"Awesome. Make sure you're ready by two o'clock, Dan will come by and pick you up with all your gear. We're on second, but we get to sound check and fit a quick practice in before doors open."

"Too easy. I'll make sure my stuff to ready to go," I said. The girls were all looking at me expectantly. "Hey Craig...about that message a couple weeks ago."

"Are you alone?" Craig asked, cutting me off."

"Yeah. Just me at the moment," I lied, holding my hand up to the girls to reiterate the need for silence.

"Amanda's cheating on me," Craig said.

"How do you know that?" I asked cautiously.

"I just know it," Craig replied. "Can we talk about it more later? I don't wanna do it over the phone"

"Sure thing. Whatever you need," I nodded, feeling a huge wave of relief wash over me.

"Chat later."

"Well?"

I glanced up at see all four of my women staring at me and it was then I realised I had been staring at my phone for what must have been an entire minute.

"He is pretty certain you're seeing someone else," I sighed heavily, nodding to Amanda. "But he doesn't seem to know who with. At least he hasn't told me who he suspects."

"That's good news," Amanda said. "I'll be labelled a slut, but at least he doesn't know what the truth."

"Being labelled a slut isn't so bad," Erica shrugged. "It isn't like Craig is a prime example of boyfriend material himself."

"Yeah, I guess," Amanda smirked.

"Now we just have to keep him from figuring it out. He's going to be watching like a hawk tonight, so we have to be on our best behaviours," I explained to my girls. "This can't get out."

"Dan and Jen already know," Mel said, not sounding happy about that knowledge.

"They won't tell," Emily shook her head.

"You have far too much trust in that tramp," Mel shot back vehemently.

"I trust her," Amanda said, backing up her brunette sister. "And I trust Em."

"And I trust Dan," I nodded. "Neither of them has any reason to sell us out to Craig, and plenty of reasons to not want to help Craig."

"But Dan and Craig have been friends for years," Mel added.

"Yes, but Craig is a giant dickhole," I explained holding up a finger for emphasis. "Plus, Craig believes I'm still sleeping with Jen behind Dan's back and is fine with keeping it a secret. Not really something a friend would do. Dan knows that too."

"What did you ever see in him?" Mel asked Amanda.

"I don't know," Amanda shrugged. "I guess I have bad taste in men."

"I feel that." Erica added, almost as if to herself.

"Correction," Emily smiled, holding up a finger for emphasis. "You used to have bad taste in men."

After breakfast I headed into the garage to get my gear for the night sorted. I still hadn't bothered re-stringing my guitar since I'd arrived. It still sat stored in its case in my flat. The crimson swirl Jackson Kelly I had borrowed from Amanda played beautifully for this kind of metal, and I had spent a good amount of time setting it up just how I wanted.

It also looked cool as fuck.

I changed the strings the day before and spent a few hours breaking them in as I jammed with Emily. I plugged the instrument in, checked the tuning pedal was on and made some adjustments before giving it a wipe down and storing it in its case. I added half a dozen guitar picks of my preference that Amanda had picked up for me, a hand towel, polish cloth and a full spare set of strings.

Next, I grabbed a backpack from a rack mounted on the wall and added three guitar leads, a couple of speaker and patch leads along with some power cables and a power board. I knew I was overpreparing for the night, but I wanted to make sure that any issues could be resolved without running around and asking other bands to borrow gear.

If something was going to stop working. Tonight, would be the night.

"All sorted?" Erica said from by the door.

"I think so," I said, glancing over the assortment of gear and equipment neatly stored. "You guys really do keep an impressive amount of gear around."

"That's all Emily," Erica smiled and strolled over to me. "It's a shame she hasn't got her own band to play for. I know it's something she's always wanted."

"Why haven't you guys ever started something?" I asked, wrapping an arm around her thin waist.

"We tried a bit," Erica shrugged and leaned into me. "But most band guys will bring girls in with the intent to fuck them, then get mad that they don't put out."

"Personal experience?" I asked.

"Yeah," Erica smiled. "About three years ago I joined a band. They were great guys with some awesome music. Three out of the four guys in the band tried to sleep with me, and I mean they really tried. They all had girlfriends too."

"Woah, that's rough," I said. "What happened?"

"I told their girlfriends and quit the band," Erica explained. "I lost a band, but I made some new girlfriends of my own. Rumours started circling almost immediately that I fucked the whole band before they kicked me out to keep their 'bro code' intact."

"Fucking hell," I sighed.

I'd heard of similar situations back home, but nothing that bad. The heavy metal music scene was just like high school for adults. So much politics and way too many egos.

"It's fine," Erica shrugged. "Their new drummer sucks and none of them are getting laid anymore."

"What about the fourth member?" I asked. "You mentioned three out of four."

"He quit when he found out what was happening. Said he was on my side and didn't want to be a part of a clearly unprofessional band," Erica said.

"Sounds like a good guy," I nodded.

"Yeah. Dan is a pretty good guy," Erica smirked.

"Wait! Dan as in from my band?" I asked. "Solid guy, thick black beard?"

"That's the one," Erica nodded. "He's probably one of the only decent guys around the band scene."

"And you girls never dated him?" I asked.

"It's a long story. But after that I was kind of into another guy that didn't work out, then I decided to just stay single," Erica sighed and leaned her head against my chest. "Most guys thought I was a slut anyway, so I figured I may as well be what they think."

"You're not a slut," I said, cupping her chin and bringing her eyes to meet mine.

"Well..." Erica said, her blue eyes sparkling. "I am for you."

I grinned as our lips met, and we shared a long, sensual kiss as I held her close. I loved this woman more than I thought possible, and hearing how she'd been treated in the past was difficult for me. But that would change from now on.

Hearing what Dan had done bolstered my respect for the man. He came across as a genuinely nice guy and a good friend, and now hearing him stick up for Erica when he didn't have to only elevated him to new levels. It also made me feel equally shitty for sleeping with Jen that night. Even if they weren't together and she had initiated it.

Once I had everything sorted and packed, I stacked it by the closed garage roller door for later. Usually, I would have loaded it into Amanda's car, but Dan was picking me up as we had to get to the venue early. The girls had assured me they would be there on time and hinted that they'd be using the extra time to look good for me. They always looked good, but I was excited to see what they brought to the night out.

I strolled through the house on my way to the back yard and spotted Emily in the living room. The TV was on, but she was on the phone. Emily gave me a cheeky smile but continue with her call which I suspected was with Jen.

Amanda was nowhere to be seen in the house, but movement upstairs told me that she was in her bedroom. It was super early in the day, but I had known plenty if women who would begin getting ready for a night out hours in advance. And I knew my women were thorough.

I knew someone was in my flat as soon as I opened the door. Clothes were piled over the back of my couch and low heavy metal music came from a small Bluetooth speaker I kept in the living room.

"Hey sexy pants," Mel greeted me with a wide smile. She was still wearing her rainbow unicorn top and booty shorts.

"Looking for something?" I asked, gesturing to my clothes scattered around the room.

"The perfect outfit," Mel said.

"They're a little big for you," I chuckled.

"For you, dummy," Mel stuck her tongue out. "But I'll happily get in your pants any day."

"Well, show me what you got," I laughed.

"Well...you have very nice arms, so everything that covers your biceps is garbage and cannot be used," Mel grabbed a pile of t-shirts and tossed them onto the floor. "Actually. How do you feel about playing shirtless."

"I need a shirt," I chuckled.

"No fun," Mel rolled her eyes. "This will do then."

Mel tossed me a black sleeveless t-shirt that I swear had sleeves when I packed it. The scissors on the couch and pieces of black fabric was all the evidence I needed.

"You know I have sleeveless shirts," I said, arching an eyebrow questioningly.

"Yeah, but I like that one," Mel smiled. "It's also Emily's favourite band so she'll love it."

The shirt was one of my favourites, along with the band featured on the front, and I had intended on sleeving it at some point anyway, so I wasn't too mad.

"What else you got?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Well. These aren't yours, but I picked them up for you last week after I went through your clothes and didn't find anything I liked," Mel said, holding up a fresh pair of black jeans.

"I own jeans," I said.

"Yeah, but they're all so ratty," Mel said, scrunching her nose up. "These will fit much better."

"You didn't buy me skinny jeans, did you?" I asked.

"Fitted," Mel smirked. "Trust me. They'll look good."

"Alright, let me go try them on," I nodded. "You can tell me how they look."

"Nope," Mel shook her head. "I want to be surprised when I see you later. About as surprised and impressed as you'll be when we all show up."

"I'm looking forward to it," I grinned as I pulled Mel into me.

Our lips met for a passionate kiss that threatened to rail-road the rest of my day. But Mel pulled away before things became too heated.

"I'll see you later, stud."