Chapter 37 - Nadia

I explained everything that happened. It was essentially a retelling of the story about fleeing the street performers, but with extra details on the end. He listened quietly and without expression.
“I don’t really know how it happened, or why. But it did.” I took his hand in mind. “I felt like I had to tell you. Especially if you want a long-term relationship. Honesty is important to me.”
“Oh,” he mumbled. “Um, okay.”
“I’m so sorry, Andy,” I said. “I’ll understand if you’re upset with me. Or Dorian.”
He considered it for a moment, then shook his head. “Actually, it’s perfectly fine.”
I gave a start. “It is?”
“I mean, sure. I appreciate the transparency, but you and I are not exclusive. Quite the opposite, even, since you are physical friends with Ryan.”
Physical friends. A softer way of saying fuck-buddies. I would have made a joke about it, but now didn’t seem like the best time.
“So you’re not jealous?” I asked. “I was wondering how this entire arrangement would work. If you want a serious relationship, can it really begin while I’m sleeping with one of your friends?”
He nodded along before speaking. “I have given this some thought. There is a tiny spark of jealousy, I must admit, but it is barely noticeable. Searching my own emotions, I think it is because I am so close with Ryan. We are coworkers, friends, and roommates. Sharing you with him sort of feels right.”
Suddenly he blushed even more deeply than when I complimented him. “Um, that is to say, you’re not a power tool to be handed back and forth. Sharing was probably the wrong word…”
I laughed and waved it off. “It’s fine. Sharing is exactly what you four are doing, in different ways. But if you’re fine with it being Ryan, someone you are very close with… How do you feel about Dorian?”
“I am not sure,” he admitted, cocking his head to the side. “How do you feel about Dorian? Was the kiss indicative of something deeper?”
I sighed and said, “I don’t know.”
“I appreciate your honesty,” Andy said. “It does not bother me. At least, I do not think it does. Maybe that will change as it sinks in.”
“If it does, let me know,” I quickly said. “I treasure what you and I have, and am excited for the future. I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize that.”
He smiled widely. “I am happy to hear that. I am excited about the future too, Nadia.”
We hugged, and then laid back down on the blanket to resume reading. My eyes moved over the digital ink without consuming the words.
Andy wasn’t quite sure how he felt. Which was totally understandable. But I had to be honest with myself: I was developing feelings for Dorian, and I still had a big old crush on Braden. Andy might be fine sharing me with Ryan, but that was just a physical relationship. Would he be fine sharing me with the others in a more emotional, intimate way?
And even if he was, how would I juggle all four? Surely I couldn’t keep this up with all of them, even in the best of circumstances. A girl eventually had to choose one guy. Right?
Andy put his Kindle away and stretched out. “I could use a little nap before rehearsal tonight.”
I tossed mine aside and said, “That sounds delightful. Snuggle with me.”
I rolled over, and Andy twisted around to match the shape of my body. He kept a respectable distance though, so I snuggled back against him until my ass was against his crotch and his chest was touching my back.
“Mmm, there we go.”
I sighed underneath the blanket. The clouds were covering the sun, but Andy’s warm body countered the sudden chill. He draped an arm over my body protectively. It was heaven.
“Wake me in an hour.”
“You got it,” he said into the back of my hair.
Before I could drift to sleep, I felt his erection against my ass.
Just a hard little poke of pressure, warm against the fabric of my skirt and growing larger. I felt Andy freeze against me, tensing as if wondering what I would do. If it was weird or not. It must be awfully embarrassing for guys to have an overt body part they couldn’t control. The nice thing about being a woman—one of the few things—was that nobody could tell if I was wet.
To let him know it wasn’t weird, I pushed my ass back against it ever so slightly.
He relaxed—well, all of him except that part. His arm tightened around my body, holding me close underneath the blanket.
I could have slept for hours like this. But I remembered what Dorian had said about public sex, and how the story had turned me on so much…
I opened my eyes. Ahead of me was flat grass, and the people who had been throwing a frisbee at the edge of our little area were gone. We were alone.
Naughty thoughts tingled in the back of my head.
I ground my ass into him, back and forth with excruciating slowness. A teasing, tempting amount. Like a single question mark sent by text message.
He responded by sighing, his breath warm on the back of my neck.
Keeping my ass against his crotch, I twisted my head around to almost face him. Andy pushed up onto one elbow, bringing his head above mine. His short blond hair hung down over his handsome face as he smiled at me.
He kissed me, and pressed his crotch forward into my ass like he wanted it. I sighed into his mouth as we kissed softly, like earlier. As if there wasn’t any rush. We had all the time in the world.
As our lips pushed and sucked and nuzzled, I reached back and between us to find the front of his jeans. The heat came off his cock like an oven, and from the first touch I could tell it was thick and long. Andy sucked in a breath at my touch, so I kissed him harder because I didn’t want to take things slowly anymore. I wanted him now.
Within seconds I had his zipper down and the button undone. As I reached inside to wrap my fingers around his hard cock, Andy finally broke off the kiss.
“Do you think…”
“Yes,” I said before he could raise and concerns. My fingers tightened on him, and his eyes widened. “Yes.”
I pulled his cock out and used it like a wand to lift my skirt, then rubbed it against my panties. He groaned as he settled back down and planted soft kisses along my neck.
I stroked him gently while pressing the thick head of his cock against my pussy, pushing the fabric of my panties deeper every time. No one was around. It was just us.
Then Andy curled his arm around my body again, hand sliding under the blanket and up my skirt. His fingers found my clit through my panties, and I moaned softly with the wind as he pressed his fingertips into it and began rubbing in a circle. The pleasure was steady and easy, not rushing like most guys did. Taking his time. Allowing me to enjoy his touch without rubbing a fire into me.
We stayed like that for a little while, petting each other under the blanket. Savoring how we both felt. And like dancing partners who were perfectly in sync, as he began rubbing faster I stroked him back faster, building the tempo. Andy’s breathing increased too, hot little puffs against my neck.
Finally I couldn’t stand it any longer. I removed my fingers from his cock long enough to pull my panties aside and then took hold again, rubbing his tip up and down between my lips.
“Oh my God,” he moaned. “You feel…”
“Yeah?”
“Serendipitous. Intoxicating.”
“Better than wine?” I whispered.
“So much better.”
I pressed my hips back into him, taking the head into my pussy slowly. His groan lengthened, drawn out as I took a tiny bit more of his cock with every second. I found myself wanting to plunge the entire thing deep into my pussy without escalation, not caring that it might hurt. That’s how badly I wanted him in that moment. Another inch, and then he was close to half inside…
I felt him tense and hiss. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Look.”
On the other side of the field, the four guys with the frisbee had returned. They were maybe 100 feet away, walking across our view instead of toward us. One of them glanced over, but they didn’t slow down.
The sudden reminder that we were in a public place, with Andy’s cock halfway inside me, gave me a jolt of pleasure and excitement I’d never felt before. They were right there. And they had no idea. All they could see were two people cuddling under a blanket in the middle of Central Park.
I pushed back on Andy’s cock, taking a little bit more of it. “Don’t stop,” I whispered, using my hand to move his on my clit again. The public nature of our coupling was giving me a tingling as if I was close.
Andy’s fingers started moving again, returning my loins to wonderful ecstasy. “What if they come this way?”
“They won’t.”
He pulled back his hips to slide his cock out of my pussy, leaving just the tip inside. When he thrust forward, the pressure against my forward wall was intense.
The right kind of intense.
“Harder,” I begged him, feeling my climax rushing toward me faster than I expected. “Fuck me, Andy.”
He groaned and obeyed, hips jerking forward and moving the blanket. We were a little more likely to get caught, but I needed it this way, and I was so close…
One of the guys across the field tossed the frisbee. It arced through the air, curving toward us. One of his friends sprinted in our direction, head twisted to watch the disc over his shoulder. He was only 50 feet away from us now, then 40, and still closing in.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered as the waves of pleasure crashed into my pussy. “Please…”
The guy leaped to catch the frisbee, then took a dozen steps after landing to slow down. He never glanced at us, instead turning to jog back to his friends and throw the frisbee back. He had no idea what we were doing.
A moan of pleasure slipped from my lips as my orgasm struck like a thunderbolt. Andy’s free hand curled under my head and around to clasp over my mouth, muffling my cries. He pressed his mouth into my hair and moaned himself as he gave a final, shuddering thrust, blowing his hot load deep inside my pussy. I tightened my inner muscles around him as we both came together underneath the blanket, every muscle tightened and tense.
Only when the frisbee guy was back with his friends did I relax. I kissed Andy’s palm. “You can let go now,” I said into it, muffled.
“Sorry,” he said as he took it away. “That…”
I twisted around, keeping his dick inside me. “Yeah?”
“That was amazing,” he said, a shocked look in his eyes. He blinked as if he didn’t really understand what had just happened. “That was intense, and incredible. Those guys…”
“I know, right? They were so close to us!”
“That made it more exciting!” he grinned.
I pressed my mouth against his in another kiss. “All in all, a pretty good date.”
A smile split his face. “Better than reading.”
I walked to a park bathroom to clean up, then Andy did the same. When he returned we curled back up together, spooning underneath the blanket in a more innocent manner.
“I’m ready for that nap now,” I said.
Andy’s phone vibrated in his pocket. I felt him pull it out and hold it close to his face.
“What is it?”
“It’s Ryan,” he said in a worried tone. “He says to come to the theater now. He found something.”