Perfect Bait

Chapter 3: The Morning After (or, Not So Perfect After All)

Mia drifted awake the next morning, her body still pleasantly tingling as it always did when she ended one of her sexual fasts. Her right side lay on the wonderfully soft bed, but she had her front propped up against Isaac's sleeping form; she'd found that men liked to wake up with a nice pair of breasts against them. She gave a content sigh and ran her hand down Isaac's well-built, masculine chest, but still he did not stir.

A noise made her look up, and she realized that she had not been the first one to wake. Jenna was pulling on her old clothes and gathering the personal items she'd left on the dresser.

"Jenna, what are you doing?"

"Leaving."

"You know, the best sexual experiences extend to the morning after."

"I'd like to put this one behind me as soon as possible, thank you very much."

Mia sat up, frowning. "What's wrong?"

"'What's wrong'? Wh- Mia, put a shirt on! You think I want to stare at your -" She gestured vaguely at Mia's chest.

Mia shrugged and pulled up the bed sheet so that it mostly covered her breasts.

Jenna gave her a less-than-satisfied look, then continued, "What's wrong is that I just fucked one of my closest friends. I let him stuff my ass and I screamed about how much I loved it. My image. Is. Ruined."

So, she doesn't think Isaac could be anything more than a close friend. "Nothing's ruined. He can't tell anyone you did it, remember? Under penalty of torture and imprisonment."

"But he'll always know. How can he ever look at me the same, after I did something so shameless and ugly?"

Mia gave an exasperated sigh. "Shameless and ugly? In case you forgot, you enjoyed yourself last night. You were having the time of your life."

"Last night it was great. This morning? Not so much." She turned on her heel and stalked off, shutting the door behind her.

Mia looked at the closed door for a long minute, thoughtful. She was glad that she had gotten to know Jenna better these past few days. If for no other reason than now she could say with a full sense of what she was talking about that Jenna was a selfish, pretentious bitch.

If Jenna had been deserving of Isaac, Mia might have felt guilty about what she'd done. But her understanding and acceptance of the sexual lifestyle had been as fleeting as a puff of dust, and now Jenna was right back to being miss haughty.

And thinking over the previous night, she noted how Jenna had at every step concerned herself solely with her own pleasure and self-image. She didn't give a shit whether Isaac enjoyed himself or not. It was despicable. Men were so kind, so helpful, so protective, so delightfully willing to satisfy women with their hard, throbbing cocks. To give them back just a third of the pleasure and satisfaction they give to us, is that so much to ask? Jenna's behavior was a demonstration of supreme ingratitude.

But Jenna didn't matter anymore. Isaac was hers now, and she would be his. The word "love" didn't mean much to Mia, but Isaac made her happy, and she wanted to make him happy. She wasn't sure how she felt about giving up sleeping with whoever she wished, but if that's what Isaac wanted, she'd be more than happy to share only his bed for the rest of her life. After last night, she knew that would be enough to keep her pleased.

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Stirring his tired body at last, the first thing Isaac did was feel for his dick, to ensure it hadn't been bashed and battered to the point of uselessness by Jenna's tight ass. To his relief, while it was still aching from that hellish experience, the only visible damage was some light bruising, and it still felt ready for action, though of course he couldn't be sure of that until he had the opportunity for another erection.

He rose up with a weary stretch and began looking around for his pants. The only clothing he saw on the bed was Jenna's discarded skirt. He was about to start looking through the sheets when he heard the sound of water splashing. His senses perked up, and he realized that there was a fine, scented aroma in the air. Wrapping a sheet around himself, he got up and moved towards the splashing.

There was a large bathroom, outfitted with a king-sized tub. A few scented candles were lit around it, and within it was Mia, washing herself in an ample amount of water. She looked up and smiled. "You're awake."

"Mia, have you seen my pants?"

"You want to get dressed already?"

"Well, I..." He stopped. "Where's Jenna, anyway?"

"Took off. I figured we'd extend your reward into the morning, but I guess she'd had enough. But I'm still here to entertain you."

He forced himself to look away. "I don't know..."

"You'd probably like a nice bath after last night, wouldn't you? Come on in. I'll wash you."

No no Isaac, think of Jenna, think of Jenna, think - But that made the image of her screaming in ecstasy while her ass threatened to crush his penis come into his head, making him shudder.

He looked at Mia. The water's surface was covered with bubbles, covering most of her body, but the tops of her beautiful breasts poked out, and he remembered how wonderful they'd felt in his hands. She looked at him with that expression of hers, strangely coy and innocent while clearly making the offer of sex.

"Okay," he said, dropped the sheet, and climbed into the roomy tub.

Mia took a fresh bar of soap from the side of the tub and dunked it in the water to work up a lather. Then she moved forward to begin rubbing his back, both with the blunt bar of soap and the soft fingertips of her free hand. The experience was most pleasant and relaxing. Relaxing, that is, until Mia began leaning forward to place kisses here and there along his neck and shoulders while she worked, causing her breasts to lightly brush against his back. His skin tingled with excitement, and when she leaned her head over his shoulder to gently lick his earlobe, he could scarcely contain his lust.

She moved on to washing his chest, and to reach she had to hug him from behind, pressing the whole of her front against him. As she worked she stroked his chest with her free hand. "I've always wanted to feel you like this," she confessed, her voice revealing that she too was becoming aroused. "You're so firm and strong."

Her caresses were making his breath heavier, faster. She moved her head and licked his other earlobe.

That did it. He grabbed Mia's wrist, making her drop the soap, and whirled around to face her. Free of the ribbons she'd had it in last night, her hair flowed long and beautiful over her shoulders. Staring into her eyes, it occurred to him that he'd never kissed her before.

Their mouths met in a rush, each opening eagerly for the other, their tongues dancing and embracing. He held her about her smooth waist, and she threw her arms around his neck, clinging to him almost desperately. Immersed in the bath water, her skin felt smooth and slick. Water rocked about them and splashed out onto the floor in the wake of their passion.

Their lips broke at last, breathless. Before Mia could do anything else, he began running his hands all over her body and kissing any parts that weren't immersed in the bath water. She began moaning with intense pleasure in response, and he increased the intensity of his treatment, rubbing at her belly and her inner thighs with his finger tips.

Panting, Mia said, "We should get out of this tub."

He nodded and scooped her up in his arms, one hand on her back, the other on her butt. As he carried her over to the bed, he noticed that his penis was fully erect. It was indeed still functional after the nightmare incident with Jenna. Mainly, however, he thought of how good Mia had been to him the previous night. Besides guiding them all through the whole thing, she had brought him to one orgasm herself and helped with two others. In return, she'd only received one orgasm, compared to Jenna's three.

This time, he told himself as he tossed her on the bed, I'm going to make sure she comes first. This time, she's going to get all she deserves.

For starters, he had spent far more time on Jenna's tits last time than on hers. He threw himself on her and took a lovely breast into his mouth, sucking greedily, flicking the nipple, enjoying the feel of it hardening against his tongue. He fondled the other with one hand, overcome by how smooth and shapely it was. Hers were smaller than Jenna's, and fit much better in his mouth.

Mia's moans became loud and rich. She clutched his head to her breast with both hands, writhing beneath him. He forced her legs apart with his knee, pressing it against her crotch, and felt that she was already very wet. Her moans became interspersed with whimpers of suffering from the intensity of the arousal he was giving her. It was all he could do to keep from entering her, instead moving his mouth to her other breast so he could give it the same treatment. The one already wet with his saliva he kneaded in his hand. He rubbed his knee against her wet core, giving her some needed friction. This stopped her whimpers, and her moans became more blissful, sounding almost musical to his ears.

He continued, unrelenting in his efforts to please her, until she screamed with ecstasy, her body arching up against him. He moved down to her crotch and began eagerly lapping up the rich cum that fountained from her like the sweetest of springs. He licked her completely clean this time, going over even her far edges, enjoying the sound of her screaming his name all the while.

When her orgasm finally finished, he waited patiently for her to recover, leaning forward to kiss her mouth so that he could get his mind off of filling her with his rod.

Catching her breath, Mia said, "That was the best I've ever had without a cock inside me. Speaking of which... yours is feeling nice and hard..." It was pressing against her belly, and he impulsively backed off. Mia laughed. "That wasn't a complaint."

"Y-yeah. So... you want to try out doggie style?"

"We can always try out strange and different positions. For now, let's stick with the classics."

What does she mean by that first comment? Is she saying we should go steady, or something?

But that thought didn't have time to settle in his brain, much less be followed up on. Mia had spread her legs, opening up the door to heaven, and what little resistance Isaac had left evaporated. He plunged into her more eagerly than he'd ever done any girl, and was greeted once more with the perfect contours of her cavern.

Wanting to make it last as long as he could, he once more worked at her with slow, deliberate thrusts, pressing at where her nerves were bundled tightest. It was the most excruciating pleasure he'd ever felt, a sweet struggle of immersing himself in the passionate clutch of her soft warm folds while holding himself back from having at her with complete abandon.

The fact that he was obviously pleasuring her so well only increased his keen enjoyment. It didn't surprise him when she starting crying out encouragement to him as she'd done the last time, but he was astounded when she hit her second orgasm, bucking herself against his pelvis and wailing with unsurpassed euphoria. Her pussy was giving him the best sex he'd ever had, yet he'd somehow managed to hold out longer than her.

With Mia already having hit that point, he decided that he might as well stop holding back. He thrust into her faster and faster until he felt himself black out from the intense sensations. When he came to, he was lying on her chest, pumping the rest of his seed into her.

He lifted himself off, and lay by her side. Mia sighed happily, "I thought this was supposed to be your reward."

He stroked her cheek. "Well, I don't think I could have enjoyed myself more than that... so I'd say your guilt is misplaced."

After they'd both recovered, they went into a second round, this time with Mia riding him until they climaxed together, Mia's flooded cavern spilling a bit of both their fluids onto his crotch.

Instead of removing herself from him, she lay the front of her body down against his chest. "I can show you where your pants are now, if you want... but would you mind if we stayed like this a little while?"

"Not at all." He swallowed. "Mia... if you really enjoyed this so much... we should spend more time together. I don't mean just doing this, either. I mean..."

"I know what you mean." She kissed him. "And you don't have to be ashamed."

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Two months later, the newlyweds walked down the aisle.

Sitting in one of the pews, Mia felt a hard lump in throat. Why, why did it have to be her who got pregnant? I must have taken in twice as much of his seed as she did that one night alone, to say nothing of the morning after, or the times we did it before they found out about the baby! It's not fair.

Isaac cast a regretful look at Mia as he walked past. He hadn't wanted this, either, but once Jenna's parents found out she was carrying a baby that could only have been Isaac's, he was trapped. His own parents had also pushed for the marriage, being none too pleased with his irresponsible sexual behavior. "You shouldn't have slept with her if you weren't planning on marrying her," they said.

Mia supposed that they had a point, but it didn't really fit with what she knew. After all, she'd eagerly fucked at least a dozen men who she'd known would never marry her. And it was horribly unfair to Isaac. Why should he be punished? All he'd done was given Jenna a good fuck, which was more than she deserved. And now she'd gotten a baby out of it, which was a LOT more than the pretentious bitch deserved. So to top it all off, they were giving Isaac's hand to her marriage?

She'd tried arguing with Jenna. She pointed out that she and Isaac were lovers, it didn't make sense for him to marry someone else. But Jenna snarled back that she was "the one with a fucking baby"(her own words - Mia would never have spoken so horribly about a child) and that she wasn't going to take care of it on her own "just so that you and Isaac can keep on playing kissy-poo".

Jenna was being reprehensible, but Mia couldn't blame her. After all, marrying Isaac gave her a helpful father, a good husband, and respectability.

And though she didn't say so, Mia imagined Jenna was also looking forward to getting anal sex whenever she wanted. She could get it, too; she was bitchy enough. Mia could easily imagine Isaac begging her for a normal fuck, and her pointing her ass to him in response, saying, "If you need to put your unit somewhere, this is the place." Isaac couldn't hold out his sexual urges forever.

Mia returned Isaac's regretful look for a brief instant before he was past her. She had thought of persuading him to have an affair, but she knew that Isaac was too fiercely moral to accept. He would be loyal to Jenna, if not for her sake, then for their child's.

But maybe, when he makes love to Jenna, he'll imagine that it's me instead. As the tear in her eye at last trickled down, Mia knew that whoever she eventually married, she would always imagine that it was Isaac whenever they made love.

END


Author's notes: And that's a wrap! If you have requests for future Golden Sun fics, I'll consider them. I won't mind if you put requests in your reviews, but you might want to post them in the Challenges/Requests section of the AFF.net forums, as I do regularly check there and there's a chance that another GS author will stumble upon your request! Also, be advised that I'm pretty strictly a M/F writer. I write threesomes rarely, and never moresomes or homosexual pairings. Feel free to place non-M/F requests, but the chances of me doing one are close to nil.

I do have tentative plans for a short fic set before The Lost Age featuring Alex/Mia action, and a Felix/Karst one set after "Perfect Bait". Both stories will be consistent with "Perfect Bait". In fact, probably all of my later GS fics will be, 'cause I like keeping all my fics in one fandom connected with each other. Thanks for reading!