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I was so excited. Matt and I were moving into our first house. We couldn't have asked for better weather. Our small army of strong-backed friends helped us carry all sorts of boxes and pieces of furniture. The sun was warm and the beer flowed freely. We bought pizza for everyone and when most of the heavy lifting was done we all sat on the back deck and ate. As the sun went down, just about everyone had drifted home. A couple of Matt's old frat buddies lingered on, but exhausted even they left too. By the time the chill chased us inside, only Brian, one of Matt's friends, was left. He wasn't quite ready to go home. When we got inside, we discovered we drank through all the beer. Matt asked if Brian was going to stick around and he said yes, so Matt went out to pick up another case. In the meantime, I busied myself unpacking some boxes and chatting with Brian. He staggered as he followed me from room to room. He had to have been pretty smashed. "God, you're pretty, Holly." Brian said. "Uh, thanks, but you're crazy." My long blond hair was lank and sweaty, I was still in the dirty tank top and cuffs I'd been in all day. I looked like a wreck. "No, really." He insisted. I was stretching, trying to place some figurines in our curio. I'm not too short, about 5'6", but I just could reach. "Whatever you say." "Here let me help." Brian came up behind me, took the figurine, and placed it on the shelf. "I'm not crazy, you're hot." I was suddenly aware of how close Brian was. I turned around, but he didn't move. His arms went around my waist. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice cracking. Brian's a very good looking guy, tall, dark, strong, his coloring an opposite to Matt's. I'd always found him attractive back in college. My heart was beating very fast. "Something I've always wanted to." Brian kissed me, softly at first. I couldn't resist and when I didn't, he kissed me harder. I don't know how long we kissed, but I pushed him away, breathless. "Stop, we can't. Matt will be right back." I stammered. "This time of night he'll have to go twenty minutes to find a bar." Brian didn't let me go. Instead, he kissed me again. I knew it was wrong, I'm a married woman, almost a year, but my body was betraying me. Matt and I were so busy moving, we hadn't been making love and I needed a release so bad. I knew it was wrong, but when Brian pulled my tank top over my head, I didn't stop him. In fact, I shed my bra too, freeing my firm b-cups. We moved to the living room, where the mattress for our guestroom had been left. Brian was unsnapping my cut-offs while I pulled off his shift. I fell to my knees on the mattress and pulled off Brian's shorts. His cock was nice and big. I licked his shaft up and down before tossing my hair and sucking him. Brian stroked my hair and looked down while his cock disappeared into my mouth. There wasn't a lot of time, we both knew that. I lay back on the bare mattress and Brian licked my pussy to make sure I was nice and wet for him. I was so turned on he didn't have to worry. I pulled him on top of me. I wanted to feel him inside me. He pushed my hips apart and with a thrust buried himself. Jesus, Brian was great. He'd tease me, pulling all the way out, then slowly slipping back in, and when I was about to go crazy, he slammed my pussy like a jackhammer. I rose my hips to meet his, our sweaty skin sticking together. He rode me there in the darkness and I clung to him for dear life. I came violently, crying Brian's name, clawing his biceps. He called, "Holly!" through gritted teeth and pumped his seed inside me. We were both hot and exhausted when we heard the car in the driveway. We scrambled for our clothes and were barely dressed when Matt came in. I couldn't find my bra and my nipples poked through my tank top. Matt didn't say anything. He asked if we'd been busy and I said of course. In the kitchen, Matt whispered to me that as soon as Brian left, we'd christen the house. Little did he know, Brian already beat him to it!
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