Kiss & Tell | Nicolandria FF

Part 46 - Nic

a/n: hi I'm going thru it ty for ur patience here u guys go c:

Ya know.

Sex.

Whatever invented sex?

What was it, Adam and Eve watching two animals go at it and decided to imitate it? Thanks Adam and Eve!

Or was it what Darwin and other evolutionists say, where some primates randomly positioned themselves into doggy-style and now there's humans.

Nic never really paid attention in biology class, but he's pretty sure that's how sex happened.

He doesn't know. He's just happy it exists.

Although, he didn't know it could get better.

Sex with Olandria was the type of sex that made Nic want to kill any of her other bodies and live in her sock drawer.

And he wasn't even being dramatic.

He kinda wanted to scream it out to the world: "I am the lucky son of a bitch who got to have sex with The Olandria!"

But he made a promise to shut the fuck up, so he was attempting to honor it.

Nic was sprawled out on the pool chairs, watching Olandria catch up with the girls. He didn't know what they were talking about—he wasn't really good at reading lips—so he focused on her pretty face, her sleek body.

And now he was remembering how under the dim lights of the Hideaway, he pinned her arms behind her back as he watched himself pull in and out of her, her gorgeous pussy swallowing him and clinging like it never wanted him to leave. He was remembering how the lights rode along the arch of back, glinting on her dark skin in what way that left him starstruck. He was remembering those pretty dazed eyes, her high cheekbones pressed against the pillow, her thick lips letting out that twinkling diapason of moans and pleas and his name—

"Niccccc~"

Nic snapped out of his thoughts and immediately glanced up to see Ace and Pepe walking towards him, crooked grins on their faces. He cleared his throats and adjusted his legs—there was sudden tightness in his swimming trunks and it needed to disappear now.

"My brothasss~" he responded as they took a seat next to him.

"You been quiet all day, we wanted to check in," Pepe said, sprawling back on the chair.

"Really, I have?" Nic didn't think he had been quiet. "I just been chilling, like. I made O breakfast. And yeah. Chill."

"Bro you not ever chill unless you sleep." Ace was giving him that knowing smirk that made Nic realize he read the situation like a book. "I had to wake yo dumbass up with pots and pans, you still tired."

"Mmmmmhmmmmm," Pepe adlibed, biting his lip and wiggling his eyebrows.

"And we saw the way you and Olly suspiciously left in the middle of the night, just to come right on back like nothin' happened."

"And this morning you woke up with suspicious red marks on your arms and back. Look at you—wear a beater, when have you ever worn a beater bro?"

"Very suspicious."

Were they interrogating him? Oh shit—Nic twisted a shocked face on and raised his hands up. "Dudes!" He asked in a scandalized voice. "I truly hope you're not implying what I assume you are implying."

"And what are we implyin'?" Ace asked coyly.

"I don't know...your implications seem so...implicit."