"I want you to fuck me over the kitchen counter," I whispered to Aaron in the taxi back to his place. We had made out the entire ride.

My hand was planted on his crotch, massaging his hardening length through his trousers. In response, Aaron thrust his tongue into my mouth and pushed his hand down the front of my dress to caress my breasts. I moaned. He shushed me. Then the taxi stopped and he paid. Once we got out of the vehicle, I pulled him back in for a kiss.

"Slow down, babe," Aaron muttered, but I couldn't be stopped. I kissed him harder and pressed my body against his.

"I need you now." I moaned between kisses.

"I understand, just wait," he responded, signalling to the doorman to open the door.

"What if I don't want to?" I teased.

"Vivian, stop behaving like a whore," he said, seriously, as he pulled me off of him. I paused,

"What?"

"I get that you're horny, but come on. You're still a lady, right?"

"I was joking. I mean, of course not out here but-but don't you-wwant me to-" I stammered.

"It's just," he started, "I don't like when you're so—"

"I'm so what?" I interjected, "Forward? Sexual? What?"

He grabbed my shoulders and tried to calm me down. "Vivian, I just like women to be women and not whores. Simple as that."

That set me off.

"So I'm a whore for wanting to have sex with my boyfriend?"

"Vivian, that's not—"

"No!" I stopped him, "So, I'm a whore for wanting sex? Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean that I don't get to be.," I struggled, "horny or sexual or, God forbid, forward!" I yelled.

"Vivian," Aaron warned, "You are making a scene."

"I know I am!" I yelled back.

"So?" he responded.

"So!" I yelled, "I don't want to feel ashamed because I want sex!" He quickly tried to shush me. I pushed him away and raised my hand for a taxi. One came immediately. "Good luck fucking yourself!" I yelled as I got in the taxi and went home.

•••

By the time I got back to the flat, I was livid. I kicked my heels off and threw my bag on the carpet, then heard a distinct female moan. At least someone was having shameless sex. I shielded my eyes as I approached the living room. I didn't need to see Harry and Natasha right now.

"I'm home! I'm crossing the living room! Don't mind me!" I yelled while I crossed.

Instead of the noises continuing, they abruptly stopped and I heard Harry yelp, "Fuck!"

With the absence of Natasha's voice, I peered through my fingers and saw the outline of Harry, alone, in his underwear, lit by the screen of his laptop. I pulled my hand down and looked at him. He was quickly trying to mute what was on the screen.

"What?" I gasped. When my eyes focused, I realised what was happening. In the dark it was easy to see the image on the screen: two adults engaged in an excellent example of reverse cowgirl. I laughed, unable to hide my delight. At least I wasn't the only one frustrated tonight.

"I didn't think you'd be back tonight!" he shouted and slammed his laptop shut. But, it didn't work, the moans kept going.

"What are you doing?" I laughed.

"Nothing," he responded as he tried to muffle the laptop under a throw pillow.

"Really?" I started giggling. The pillow wasn't doing much to suppress the noise. "Oh, this is too great!" I laughed.

"Umm, I—" he started, but another overly theatrical moan interrupted him. Finally he began to crack a smile. "Is there anything I can say to make this look better?" He laughed.

Another long moan came from the muffled laptop. That was it, both of us started laughing uncontrollably. After the fight with Aaron, it just felt good to laugh. I made my way to the sofa and plopped down next to Harry.

"Seriously," I said between giggles, "I think I'm crying!"

Harry actually looked embarrassed. We continued laughing while I leant against his shoulder. Once the giggling subsided, I looked up at him. He was an absolutely gorgeous man with an irresistible mouth. His gaze met mine and he smiled. I was melting. We both leaned into each other but stopped before we'd have to kiss.

Neither one of us wanted to give in. Just as the smile fell from Harry's face and I felt his weight shift, we heard an exceptionally loud cry from the laptop below us. We both began to crack up again.

"Jesus, what is he doing to her?" Harry laughed and pulled the laptop out from under the cushion.

"Where's Natasha?" I asked.

"She left," he said, opening his laptop.

The woman was now bent over the bed as the man pummelled her. The sound of their flesh slapping together had my cheeks heating up. It reminded me of the time Harry fucked me. My eyes stayed glued to the screen.

"Hence the porn," he continued, trying to get the Internet window to close. "This is ridiculous," he mumbled whilst still fiddling with the laptop. Then he caught me staring. "See something you like?" he teased.

I quickly brought my gaze to his face. "No," I responded, "I don't watch porn," I quipped.

"Bullshit." He smiled. "Everyone watches porn."

"I don't," I said.

"Well, you are now." He laughed as he gave up on trying to stop the film, "Maybe it will close itself after it plays," he looked at me, "You wanna join me?"

"What?" I was shocked.

"Come on," he said with a smile, "It'll be fun." I looked back at him unsure. "I promise not to touch myself if you won't," he teased, "But if you feel inspired, don't let me stop you."

I playfully punched his shoulder, and whispered, "Only because I have nothing better to do."

"And?" He smiled.

"What?"

"And because you are a little bit interested in watching two people have sex?" he offered.

"Maybe," I confessed. A huge grin spread across his face. "This is for science," I defended, "I just want to see what it is."

"Sure," he said, totally unconvinced.

As we watched the two performers on the screen, my body began to respond to the pure lust between them. The lady's legs were spread wide open as the man thrust into her. He pulled his length out of her and began to eat her out from behind. Watching his tongue flick over her clit made me even more aroused. The man continued to tease her with long slow licks, making me uncomfortably aware that my breath was getting short. I noticed Harry's breathing shorten with mine. Then, the performer brought his tongue up to her arsehole and, enthusiastically, began to rim her. My knickers were now uncomfortably wet. I needed to break the focus.

"That's disgusting," I whispered, shooting Harry a dirty look.

He smirked at me, then said under his breath, "You didn't seem to mind when I did that to you."

My ears immediately became hot.

"Harry—"

"I know, I know," he said, "Forget it. I've forgotten it. We're just friends." His voice was now cold and flat.

"So, what was that at the gallery?"

"That," he started, "was a slight flirtation."

"A flirtation?"

"I can't flirt with you?" he asked innocently, "It's just some innocent fun between friends. Right?"

"So what about..." My mind raced through all the ways he had teased me in the past week. Hell, in the past few minutes. I was determined to get him to admit what he was doing. "So, that comment about my lingerie was nothing? Just," I shrugged, "a slight flirtation."

"Vivian," he said with a laugh, "you looked beautiful tonight." He carefully placed his hand on my knee. "I can't tell you when I think you look beautiful?" He pushed his hand higher and began to massage my thigh.

I didn't flinch while his hand continued its upward path and he started to play with the top of my thigh high stocking. What was it with all the men in my life making me feel silly sexually? First, Aaron inferred I was a whore. Now, Harry was disregarding the tension between us, as though I'd imagined everything in my head. Fuck them. I wasn't about to let these boys boss me around.

I stared at him coldly and maintained my composure. Then I looked down at his crotch, saw he was hard and smiled.

"Care to explain that?" I challenged.

"What?"

"Why is your dick hard?" I said without batting an eyelash.

"Vivian?" his eyes widened in surprise, "Looks like I'm rubbing off on you," he whispered, "I like it." I put my hand on top of his, stopping his hand from going any higher.

"Harry," I insisted.

"Why are you checking out my cock?" His eyes locked with mine and I began to waver.

At the same moment, his fingers wiggled past my grip and rested against my knickers. I gasped when he pressed against me, certain he could feel how wet I was. His lips spread with a smile as his eyes drifted over my body.

"Why is your dick making an appearance if you are just flirting with me?" I got my control back.

"I am watching porn," he responded, matter-of-factly, "It turns me on. It makes me hard."

"Anything else?"

His fingers traced along the outside of my knickers. It took all I had not to squirm. He moved closer to me, his lips painfully close to mine. My mouth involuntarily relaxed and my lips hung open, begging to be kissed.

"No. What makes you say that?" he whispered darkly as two of his fingers pressed consistently against my knickers, begging for entrance. But he wasn't getting the best of me. Not tonight.

"Nothing," I whispered and clutched his wrist, stopping him again.

Pulling his hand out from between my legs, I crossed them and leaned into the sofa. He looked back at me, seemingly thrown by how well I had denied his advances.

"Nothing," he repeated and lifted his fingers to his nose,  smelling the tips. His smirk was back as he playfully ran his fingers over his lips.

I maintained my icy resolve, but inside I was screaming. I wanted to make him feel the way I did. I wanted him to feel this hopelessly horny.

"If you'll excuse me..." He moved away from me and repositioned his laptop so he could continue watching the erotic video. "I'm going to see where this takes me for the rest of the night."

He looked like he had just won something. It pissed me off.

"Why do you look so smug?" I snapped.

"Nothing," he repeated again. "You're human just like everyone else," he said with a satisfied smile. "You watch porn and finger yourself just like every other girl."

I stood up.

"Oh, don't get mad Vivian, I was only—"

I faced him, reached behind my dress and unzipped it, letting the garment fall to the floor. That stopped him mid sentence. I stood in front of him in my bra, thong, thigh-highs and garter belt. His eyes drank me in. He bit his lip, his breathing quickening.

"So, this," I said while I turned round, showing off for him, "does nothing for you?"

He swallowed. His eyes were drifting over my body.

"Nothing," he finally whispered and tried to look away.

Leaning forward, I rested my hands on either side of his head and brandished my breasts in his face. That got his full attention. I reached down to his crotch and playfully ran my fingers across his bulge. He jerked slightly. His jaw tensed and his eyes closed as he breathed harshly through his nose. I smiled and brought my hand to his face, tracing down his jaw line.

"That's good," I whispered. I was about to turn round and give him a great view of my bum as I walked away, but I got a better idea. "That's good because, I'm feeling inspired,"

"W-What?"

Seeing the effect I had on him made me brave. I was surprised by how much I was enjoying my control over him. "You said that I could touch myself if I feel inspired," I repeated, "And since there is nothing between us, this won't get weird."

Grabbing the laptop, I put it in front of both of us on the coffee table, and sat next to him on the sofa. Harry was frozen next to me.

I rested my head against his shoulder and whispered up into his ear, "What? I thought I was just a girl who watches porn and fingers herself like everyone else." I began to caress my breasts through my lacy bra.

When I sighed in pleasure, he relaxed into the sofa and reached for his bulge once again, massaging himself through his briefs. We both stared intently at the screen. I was surprised at how aroused the video was making me. The two pornstars were now against the wall and the actress was obviously close to yet another orgasm.

Once she cried out, the need to be thrown against a surface and fucked, drove me even more wild. I was so aroused, my core was aching. Taking it this far wasn't part of my plan. I simply wanted to be a terrible tease, but I actually needed a release.

Slowly, I spread my legs open and let my thighs touch Harrys' while I stroked myself through my thong. I glanced over and caught Harry staring at me. His hand was now hidden in his briefs, jerking himself off.

The desire for me in his eyes was arresting.

"Eyes forward," I commanded. He quickly averted his gaze to the screen. I took the opportunity to slip off my bra and began to play with my pert nipples. That brought his attention right back.

"Bloody hell," he whispered. He was looking at me again. I looked back at him and smiled, then turned and spread myself out, facing him, on the sofa. He moved to try and get on top of me.

"I thought this was nothing?" I teased, bringing my stockinged foot up to his chest and stopping him.

"It's whatever you want it to be." He moaned and put his hands on my waist while still trying to mount me. However, I wriggled out of his grip and watched him fall face first on the sofa. Zinging with arousal, I pushed everything on the coffee table to the left side and sat on the space I created, spreading my legs.

"Stay," I ordered. My fingers resumed its dance across the front of my thong. The way Harry was looking had them even more soaked.

He sat back up and slipped his briefs off. His dick sprang out and bounced against his sculpted stomach. It looked so thick and so hard; the tip bulbous and shiny. Fuck, I could feel the moisture seeping out of me. Why did he have to be so unbelievably fit? His abs flexed as he ran his hand up and down his length. His other hand played with his balls.

Staring at him, I slipped a finger into myself, then I heard him moan, "Not fair, I showed you mine."

I stood up, slowly slipped my thong off and sat back down. I must've been a sight to see in nothing but my garter belt and thigh highs. So I spread my legs open for him.

"Yes," he hissed, stroking his shaft with more of a heavy hand. His eyelids drooped as his hand focused on the tip of his shaft. I felt so powerful watching him get off to me. Slowly, I eased a finger into myself and moaned.

"Fuck yes baby, just like that," he whispered.

Suddenly, I heard his breath catch. I looked back at him and saw his eyes closed shut, his dick twitching, spurting semen in thick streams over his hand, chest and stomach. While I watched him, a wicked grin spread across my face. Hearing him moan as he brought his gaze back to mine made my blood rise.

Once I was sure he was finished, I got up and straddled him on the sofa. "That was fast," I teased, "I was just getting started." I smiled and settled myself on his wet crotch. Spent, he groaned and began to grind his softening length against me.

"Can you keep your hands to yourself?" I said.

"Yes." He smiled. I took his hands and began to lick his fingers clean of his release. "You're evil," he moaned, "Pure evil." Our eye contact never broke until I'd licked him clean.

I was blatantly taking advantage of his refractory period. I knew I had a few minutes to do whatever I wanted and that there was nothing he could do about it. I pushed his hips back against the sofa, slowly pushed my two fingers inside my core and began to ease them in and out of myself.

My thumb swirled around my clit. He gripped the cushions underneath us. It was killing him not being allowed to touch me. I threw my head back while I picked up the pace. It felt so good. I leaned forward and moaned in his ear, "You're being a very good boy, so you can suck my tits."

He sighed and attacked my chest, kissing and nibbling and pulling me as close to him as he could. "If you can be patient I'll give you something much bigger in a minute," he whispered between kisses. He was devouring my breasts, working his way up my neck to grab my face and kiss my mouth. I let him do it, getting lost in his embrace for a minute. But soon I broke it and roughly grabbed his jaw.

"What did I say?" I warned, tapping his jaw in my hand "Hands to yourself," I repeated, "Now suck my nipples. Or watch. Thats it." He looked back at me.

"Understood," he said with a smile, making a point of showing me both of his hands as he put them behind his back. He dipped down and resumed teasing my nipples with his tongue.

He watched my face, intently, as I pleasured myself. I was almost on the edge of my climax; pressing my fingers against the spot inside of me and working my clit with my thumb. With Harry sucking ministrations, I quickly felt myself going over.

He watched me as my orgasm took over my body, looking almost amazed. I looked right back at him, sharing my climax with him, it felt so intimate and incredibly intense. As I got lost in it, he wrapped his arms around me and held me close, kissing me sweetly while my body shook.

When I finished, I let my body rest against his. Whilst I caught my breath, he slowly pulled my fingers out my warmth and brought them to his mouth. He licked them one after the other, moaning as he tasted me.

Watching him, I felt myself getting aroused all over again. I glanced down and saw he was hard. He looked at me, eyes pleading as he ran his tongue between my fingers.

"Please don't make me beg," he whispered. He looked so desperate and tortured. Perfect.

I smiled and playfully traced my hand over his dick. He moaned and tried to position my hips over him. Except, I pushed his hands away and carefully got off of him.

"What?" he said once I stood up and began to walk away. "No, Viv, please."

He followed, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me back against his chest. He shamelessly groped my breasts, pressing his rigid shaft against my arse and devouring my neck with his mouth. It felt so good, but leaving him like this felt better.

"Harry!" I warned as I ripped myself away from him. Harshly, I grabbed his face, making him look me in the eyes. "No," I said, pointedly.

He stopped. I turned back around, picked up my knickers and left him, naked and hard while I sauntered into my room.