James and the Troublesome Fucks

3. Isabel

James attempted a smile as Isabel opened the door of her dorm room to him.

'Hi,' he said.

'Hi,' said Isabel, stepping to one side. 'You'd better come in.'

As he entered, James noticed that Isabel was wearing pyjamas, and that her bedside light was the only source of illumination in the room.

'You're ready for bed,' James remarked.

'I was taking a last look through my phone when I found your message,' said Isabel. 'I was gonna turn in after I'd done that.'

'You didn't have to invite me to come over right away.'

'You said you wanted to talk, and I wanted to hear what you have to say.'

'It could've waited 'til tomorrow.'

'I want to hear it now.'

'Okay,' said James. 'Iz, I really hate us not talking to each other. We've always been friends and we've always talked, and it's breaking my heart that we're not doing it anymore.'

'But we're not not talking, Jem,' said Isabel. 'We're just taking some time out while we decide what we want to say to each other. I mean, that's what we agreed to do, right?'

'Yeah, it is,' said James. 'So in that case, I guess I have decided what I want to say... or at least, there's some stuff that's going through my head right now that I really need to discuss with you.'

Isabel sighed, turned away from James and went over to her dressing table. She leaned against the wooden surface with both hands, and looked at her companion in the mirror.

'More stuff going through your head, huh?' she said. 'Or is it the same stuff as before?'

'It's a lot of the same stuff, plus some new stuff.'

'Yeah, well... I guess my head's in a similar state to yours, if I'm being totally honest. So, we really do need to talk.'

'Great!' said James. 'So, let's talk.'

He crossed the room in three steps, came up behind Isabel, and placed his hands on her shoulders. Their eyes met in the mirror, then Isabel let out a deep breath and turned her head so that her lips met James's. They kissed each other tenderly for a few moments, then Isabel turned back to the mirror.

'You talk first,' she said. 'I'll listen.'

James began to kiss the back of Isabel's neck. Her eyes slid shut and her breathing started to quicken.

'You know,' said James, 'I suddenly can't remember anything I wanted to say.'

As he continued to kiss her neck and shoulders, James took hold of the waistband of Isabel's pyjama trousers and slipped the back half of them down a little way, exposing her butt. Isabel shifted the position of her feet slightly but made no other movement. James quickly unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock and balls, then he began to rub his throbbing cock-head up and down Isabel's butt-crack.

'We really should talk, you know,' Isabel said breathlessly.

'Tell me you want me to stop,' James whispered in her ear. 'If you can do that, I can remember what I wanted to say to you.'

'I don't want you to stop,' said Isabel.

James smiled and pressed his dick against her butthole. Isabel moaned, then she gasped loudly as James's shaft pushed its way inside her.

'God, I've missed you, Jem!' Isabel panted out.

'I've missed you too, Iz,' James whispered.

'I've been aching to feel you inside me again,' Isabel moaned. 'Oh yes, get it all the way up there!'

James rammed the remaining length of his cock up Isabel's butt; he was now in balls-deep. Isabel exhaled heavily and grasped the dressing table for support, causing several of her lotions to collapse onto their sides.

'Just so's you know,' said James, 'this really isn't what I was planning when I messaged you tonight.'

'That doesn't matter now,' Isabel breathed. 'Just fuck me!'

James was only too happy to oblige her. He adjusted his position a little, then he began to move his dick in and out of her butt with increasing power and speed. Isabel moaned and gasped, and set the dressing table rocking on its feet as she gripped its corners to keep herself steady. Lotions and creams clattered over and rolled onto the floor as if they were suffering the effects of an earthquake, but Isabel paid them no attention as she continued to enjoy the thorough butt-fucking that James was giving her.

'Oh God, this feels good!' James panted out.

'Better than it's ever felt before?' Isabel suggested.

'Does it for you?'

'Yes! Oh my God, yes!'

'It does for me too!' James admitted. 'Christ, Iz, I'm about to blow!'

James roared bestially as he shot his spunk up Isabel's butt. Isabel screeched and yelled along with him, then she wrenched herself away from the dressing table, causing James's cock to pop out of her butthole. James grasped his knees as he fought to get his breath back, the last remnants of his ejaculation dribbling onto the carpet as he moved his position, while Isabel leaned against the wall as she panted her way back from the realms of sexual ecstasy.

Isabel turned to face James, and their eyes locked. She gave him a small smile, then she reached down and removed her pyjama trousers. James noticed that the crotch was slick with semen.

'Iz,' said James, 'the first thing I wanted to say to you was –'

'Shh,' said Isabel, stalking across the room to stand in front of him. 'Don't tell me, Jem; not yet.'

With that, Isabel grabbed the front of James's T-shirt and pulled his lips to hers. They kissed each other passionately for a while, then Isabel whipped the T-shirt over James's head and stared at his bare torso.

'My God, you're beautiful,' Isabel whispered. 'It's been too long since I've touched you.'

She proceeded to run her hands over James's pecs, then she moved down to his abdomen and stroked his barely protruding four-pack.

'Oh, Iz,' James whispered, as his cock returned to its fully erect state.

'You really are the pinnacle of boyish perfection, Jem,' Isabel purred, taking a moment to caress the tip of his swollen dick, which was slick with pre-cum. 'Now, how about you get on that bed for me?'

James nodded eagerly, cast aside his jeans and underpants, lay on his back, spread his legs and pulled his knees up to his chest. After taking off her pyjama top, Isabel loomed over him as she got herself into position.

'This'll give you something to think about during the rest of our time-out,' she said.

James gasped as Isabel penetrated his butt, then they looked into each other's eyes as she began a series of powerful pelvic thrusts.

'I really do love you, Iz,' James breathed, reaching down with his right hand to jerk himself off.

'Maybe we can work out exactly what you mean by that later on,' said Isabel, intensifying her thrusts even further. 'Is that what you came here to tell me?'

'Not... not exactly,' said James, masturbating furiously. 'But it's a start, right?'

'Sure,' said Isabel, reaching up to wipe the sweat from her forehead. 'But with the way you've been feeling recently, Jem, I doubt it's also an end!'

James could think of nothing to say in reply to this; his next vocalisation was a feral yell as he blew his load a few minutes later. He emptied his balls all over his own chest and abdomen, while Isabel let loose a shrill cry as she ejaculated into his anal canal.

James grunted as Isabel collapsed on top of him; they both remained oblivious to the splats of James's semen that squelched between their bodies in the process. James brushed a thick curtain of Isabel's long red hair away from his face as he fought to get his breath back.

'That... that was wonderful, Iz,' he said.

'We... we still haven't talked,' Isabel panted.

'I know,' James replied.

'It's getting really late,' said Isabel.

'I know that too,' said James.

'In which case,' said Isabel, 'you'd better stay the night, hadn't you?'

'Had I?'

'If we're gonna find the time to talk, yeah. You do want to stay, don't you?'

'Yes,' said James. 'Yes, I really do.'