August

"Oh, gosh!" Robin cries out, gripping the headboard as I thrust into her.

When her face scrunches up, I know she is about to orgasm. I hold her hips, and she moans my name before turning away. I pause, "Look at me, Robin." she groans, but listens. "Good girl."

I continue thrusting into her as she stares at me. My dick stiffens, signaling I am about to cum but I keep going, my mission to make her have her release first.

Her eyes roll back as I pinch her nipple and play with her clit. "Fuck!" Her hold on the headboard tightens, her head falls back, and her toes curl as she cums all over my dick.

I groan at the sight and after a few more thrusts, I cum inside her. I fall on the side of her and she lets go of the headboard, both of us breathing heavily. Her chest heaves and I try to poke one of her boobs, but she swats my hand away.

I face her in confusion, "Why is your body so fucking soft and your so mean?"

She turns to me, her body pressing against mine. "Why do you talk so much?" She replies, before resting her hands in my hair and moving closer. I begin kissing her, letting my hands fall to her waist. She moans and my dick twitches.

So fucking hot

As I deepen the kiss, there is a banging on my front door. "August! There's a dog out here chasing me! Open the door!"

Robin breaks out of the kiss. "Who's that?"

I groan and roll off of the bed as she sits up. "Fuckin', Richy."

Robin and Richy met about a week ago. Robin had come over for a quick fuck on her lunch break as usual and Richy had been there. Now he's been coming over almost every day like a stalker.

I get dressed as Robin gets off of the bed. "He's obsessed with you." I grumble.

"He's fifteen, August." She replies, searching the nightstand. "Have you seen my bra?"

"Underneath the bed." I answer and smile. "We should really start having sex in the morning. You actually act like you slightly like the world."

She puts her bra on and glares at me. "The thought of being nice to you makes me want to puke my lungs out."

I start walking to the door, "Normally that would affect me, but considering you were having an orgasm on my dick and moaning my name less than ten minutes ago, it doesn't right now."

When she doesn't respond and only begins searching for her underwear, I gasp. "Wow, no snarky comeback? Where the hell is Robin Davis and what have you done with her?"

She faces me again and smiles, a dimple I didn't know she had appearing. "I'm in a good mood."

"Who did you fire?"

"It's pay-day."

I clap, "Yes! Queen activities!" I reply sarcastically in a mock female voice.

She laughs a little but catches herself and rolls her eyes. "Why do you do that?"

I walk out of the room, "Oh, come on, it's not like you have friends to act like they care."

She scoffs as I reach the living room and Richy knocks again. "Shut up, I have friends. Marie, my sister…"

I laugh, "Exactly." I reply before opening the door.

Richy rushes inside and runs into the kitchen. He leans his head inside of the sink and turns the water on. After a few more seconds pass, he turns it off and walks back to me with a grin, his hair and face damp.

"Where is she?" He asks, smirking.

"In the courtroom, if you don't stop trying to ask her out." I reply, walking into the kitchen and throwing a towel at him.

With Robin getting dressed in my room, I prepare coffee for myself as Richy wanders off. A minute later, I hear Robin screech.

"Richard, get out!"

"Hey, August! I see why you've been acting weird lately and now I don't blame you!" He says as my door shuts loudly.

"Shut your fucking mouth, Richy."

Richy makes a bowl of cereal and begs me to stay over while I'm gone. After telling him he has to take Toto out and bath him, I agree to it. Once showering, Robin comes out of my room wearing a black pencil skirt and matching black shirt.

Richy stands in front of her, "Hey little lady, are you down to, I don't know, maybe get with this?" He asks, moving his hands down his body.

Robin laughs and picks up her purse from the counter. "Turn eighteen and maybe I'll get back to you on that." She responds, opening my front door. She turns to me, "Remember, dipshit, we have to go to the car-"

"Car rental company for Marie and Damien's wedding, I know. Get out, fuck-face."

She flips me off and I match her actions before she leaves. I spray Richy with the detachable faucet and he tries to swat it away. Laughing, I turn it off and he wipes his face with his shirt.

"What the hell was that for?"

"Your mom told me about your latest test score. Stop looking at girls and pay attention in class, Richy." I respond, walking to my room.

I take a shower, get ready, and shortly after I'm on my way to basketball practice. I stay at practice until it is time to meet Robin at the rental car agency.

When I arrive, she and her assistant are inspecting a pink limousine. I frown, walking towards them with my hands in my pants pockets.

Robin's head lifts up, and she points a finger at me before I have a chance to say anything. "Before you say something stupid, this is exactly what Marie wanted. Well, not exactly, but it's the best we could find alright!"

I laugh, "Whoa, I didn't even get a chance to make fun of it yet." I look at her more closely and see she has changed her hair from the usual low ponytail to letting it all down. "New hairstyle?"

"Yes, if you must know." She glances at my shoes. "New shoes?"

"Yes Ma'am. Got 'em last week, but decided to wear them today."

Her assistant looks between us, her eyebrows furrowed. She gasps, "Did you guys sleep together?"

I smile, "Oh, she doesn't know?"

"Know what?"

"Your boss is moaning my name every day and you don't even know it, pathe-"

Robin covers my mouth and glares at me. She turns to her assistant, "Nothing's going on, Kelly, alright? Just get in the limousine."

When her assistant gets inside of the limo, she takes her hand off of my mouth. "What the hell is wrong with you? I specifically told you I did not want anyone to know about this! It's already bad enough we're doing it! Gosh, I hate you! You selfish, inconsiderate, bas-" she pauses and frowns at me. "Are you even listening?"

I nod. "Keep yelling at me, baby. It turns me on."

She rolls her eyes and steps in front of me. Standing on her tippy- toes, she whispers, "You're a goddamn asshole, August Foreman."

I smile and lean closer to her, our lips an inch apart. "With a big dick that you fucking love, Robin Davis."

She stares at me for a moment longer before scoffing and going inside of the limo. I follow behind her and sit next to her. Robin leans forward. "Take us for a test drive! Don't be afraid to test out the speed!" she shouts to the driver, and he nods.

I rest my hand on her thigh and she immediately looks at me. "Wow, you really are in a good mood, aren't you?" I ask, pushing her skirt up a little and rubbing the inside of her thigh with my thumb.

She gulps and nods, "Like I said, it's pay-day." She glances at my lips. "And I had a decent morning."

I move my thumb higher up. "Oh, decent, huh?" I reply, my grip tightening on her thigh.

She gasps a little, "Okay, maybe it was good."

I pull her closer. "Just good?" Smiling, I rub my thumb on her bottom lip. "Why don't you come over again after this, so you'll be in a good mood tomorrow morning as well. Then you tell me if it was still decent, okay, baby?"

She nods and as the driver begins driving, I let her thigh to go. He rolls the windows down and picks up the speed. Robin and I cheer as her assistant grips the chair. "Ma'am, with the utmost respect, what the hell are you doing?" She wipes her forehead. "I um get carsick, so my hands get sweaty and it's just awful. Hey, does this limo look smaller to y-"

Robin places a finger over her assistant's lips, "Just shut your pretty mouth and enjoy the ride, dollface. Okay?"

She looks at Robin in surprise and nods, her lips open a little. "Yes, Ma'am."

Robin takes her finger off of her and turns back to me with a grin. I laugh. "You seriously just stole my technique? Flirting to distract someone from something, really? You motherfucker."

Her grin widens. "And somehow I still did it better than you."

The driver takes us around the city, testing out the limousine and after about thirty minutes, we bring it back. Robin talks to the manager of the car rental company about the limo and, after buying it, she convinces him to hold it for her.

Since Robin's car is still in the shop, I have to give her a ride. After someone picks up her assistant, who I assume is her boyfriend, we begin walking to my car.

We walk in comfortable silence for about two minutes, only the sound of Robin's heels heard, until the complaining begins. Robin mumbles something about wearing heels all day and I ignore her.

"My feet are probably swollen right now." She groans, swinging her purse around, and I can tell Normal Robin is starting to reappear.

She continues to complain and after a while, I can't handle another second of it. I stop walking and face her. "Give me your fucking shoes."

She steps out of her heels, "These are only like fifty bucks at the m-"

I take the heels from her. "Get on my back and shut up."