Timmy, Bree, and Jamal: Chapter3

Abstract:
The 3rd of 12 chapters. Bree spends the night at Jamal's place. They fall in love.
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It had been three weeks since that gym session with Jamal, and their "dates" had evolved into a whirlwind of stolen afternoons—getaways to hidden coves where his hands roamed under her sundress, or late-night drives to overlook points where she'd ride him in the passenger seat, her moans echoing against the dashboard. Each time, the sex was explosive, his massive cock claiming her in positions that left her boneless and begging.

But lately, something shifted. Jamal's touches lingered softer, his eyes holding hers with a warmth that went beyond lust. He'd started calling her "beautiful" mid-thrust, whispering how she made him feel alive. Bree felt it too—a pull in her chest, like the tide drawing her deeper. She loved Timmy's steady heart, but Jamal? He ignited a fire she couldn't douse.

Her phone buzzed as she idled at a crosswalk, a text from Jamal lighting up the screen: *Come over tonight. Stay. I want you all night, Bree.* Her pulse quickened, fingers hovering before typing back: *Sounds perfect. But... Timmy?* Timmy had been her rock through it all, his small dick never a complaint but a quirky footnote to their bond. That first confession after the creampie—his tongue delving into her cum-filled pussy—had unlocked something profound.

Now, she pulled over, dialing him. "Hey, love," Timmy answered, his voice warm and unhurried. "Everything okay?" Bree bit her lip, hesitated, then said "Jamal just asked me to spend the night. Like, actually stay over. What do you think?" A pause, then a soft chuckle. "I think you should go. Sounds like he's got plans for you. Just... come home to me in the morning. Tell me all about it." His tone held no jealousy, only that eager spark she'd come to recognize—the one that made his little cock twitch when she described Jamal's girth stretching her wide. "You're the best," she said, relief flooding her. "Love you, Timmy." "Love you more Bree. Have fun."

She arrived at Jamal's beachfront bungalow as the sky turned cotton-candy pink, the air thick with jasmine from overgrown trellises that clambered up the stucco walls like eager vines. Tonight, it felt intimate, candles flickering on the patio table laden with fresh sushi and chilled sake. Jamal greeted her at the door in board shorts and nothing else, his chiseled torso gleaming under the string lights, that trail of dark hair dipping temptingly low. "Bree," he murmured, pulling her into a kiss that started slow, his lips brushing hers like a secret. But heat built fast, his tongue sweeping in, hands sliding under her tank top to cup her breasts. She pressed against him, feeling his dick harden against her belly—thick, insistent, already promising ruin. "I've missed this. Missed you. I can’t stop thinking about you."

They barely made it inside before clothes hit the floor, a trail of denim and cotton leading to his king-sized bed overlooking the ocean. Nudity came easy now, her athletic body—toned from years of volleyball—bare and bold under his gaze. Jamal's eyes traced her curves, from the swell of her full breasts to her freshly shaved pussy, still tender from their last fuck. He laid her back on the crisp sheets, the room smelling of sea salt and his citrus scent, and kissed a path down her neck, nipping at her collarbone. "God, your skin," he growled, mouth latching onto a nipple, sucking hard enough to make her arch. Bree's fingers tangled in his short curls, breath hitching as he lavished attention on her breasts, tongue flicking the pebbled peaks while his hand trailed lower.

She spread her legs instinctively, pussy wet and aching for him. Jamal's fingers found her clit first, circling with expert pressure—years of training bodies had honed his touch—before dipping into her folds. "So fucking wet already. This for me?" "All for you baby," she gasped, hips bucking as he slid two fingers inside, curling them against her G-spot. The stretch was delicious, a preview of his cock, and she rocked against his hand, chasing friction. He added his thumb to her clit, rubbing in tight circles, while his mouth moved south, kissing her abs, her hips, until he hovered over her pussy.

Bree's breath caught—Jamal's oral was a force of nature, no timid laps like Timmy's adoring ones. He dove in, tongue broad and flat, lapping from her entrance to her clit in one filthy stroke. "Jamal honey, so good……so good" she moaned, legs trembling as he sucked her clit between his lips, teeth grazing just enough to spark electricity. His fingers pumped steadily, scissoring her open, and she ground against his face, the stubble on his jaw scraping her inner thighs. Waves of pleasure built, her body coiling tight, until she shattered—throwing her arms back against the mattress, her eyes rolling back into her head-orgasm crashing over her like a breaker, pussy clenching around his fingers as she squirted lightly, soaking his chin. He drank her down, humming approval, the vibration sending aftershocks through her.

He positioned his cock at her pussy. He thrust in deep, one smooth motion burying his ten inches to the hilt. Bree cried out, the fullness overwhelming, his girth splitting her in the best way. Jamal gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him as he set a punishing rhythm—hard, deep strokes that slapped skin on skin, his balls tapping her clit with each plunge. "This is for you baby. Bree, you're gripping me so tight." She reached under, rubbing her clit furiously, the added pressure building another climax. Romance threaded through the rawness—his hand sliding up her spine, thumb pressing a gentle circle at her nape, eyes locked when she glanced back.

They switched, Bree straddling him, riding hard as his hands cupped her bouncing breasts. Sweat slicked their bodies, the bed creaking like it might splinter, and she leaned down to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips. "You're incredible, I’m so taken by you," she whispered, grinding deep, feeling him throb inside her. Jamal's hips bucked up, meeting her, until he flipped them again, missionary now, legs over his shoulders for that brutal angle. He pounded relentlessly, grunting her name, and Bree came again, walls fluttering, milking him as she squirted around his cock. "Bree baby—I’m gonna come inside you," he warned, but didn't pull out. Hot jets of cum flooded her, pulse after pulse, creaming her pussy full.

He collapsed beside her, pulling her close, their breaths syncing in the afterglow. They lay tangled, his arm draped over her waist. Then, softly, against her ear: "Bree... I'm falling in love with you. Have been for a while." Her heart stuttered. She felt it too—that romantic swell amid the lust, the way he saw her, athlete and all, with a depth Timmy's kindness complemented but couldn't replicate. But words stuck; Timmy's face flashed in her mind. She turned, kissing him gently. "Jamal... that's sweet." They drifted to sleep like that, bodies entwined, his cum still warm inside her.

Dawn painted the bungalow in soft golds, filtering through gauzy curtains that fluttered like shy ghosts. Bree slipped from Jamal's arms, dressing quietly, a pang of something bittersweet twisting in her gut. She drove home to find Timmy still asleep, curled in their Alaskan King bed, his compact frame peaceful under the duvet. Bree stripped, sliding in beside him, her body smelled of sex, still humming from Jamal's touch, pussy tender and leaking. Timmy stirred, eyes fluttering open, a sleepy smile spreading as he pulled her close. "Morning, gorgeous. How was it?"

She nestled against his chest, his arms wrapping around her like home. "Intense. We... we fucked for hours. He ate me out until I squirted twice, then filled me up again." Her voice was husky, reliving it, and she felt Timmy's little dick harden against her thigh—Tinnie Wennie, as she teasingly called it, but perfect in its own way. He groaned softly, hand sliding down to cup her ass.

"Tell me more. Did he make you come hard?" "Over and over." She guided his hand between her legs, letting him feel the slick mess. Timmy's fingers dipped in, coating themselves in Jamal's cum, and he brought them to his mouth, sucking clean with that worshipful hunger. Bree's core clenched at the sight, arousal stirring anew.

But she pressed on, voice trembling. "Jamal... he told me he's falling in love with me. Last night, after we came down." Timmy paused, eyes searching hers, but there was no hurt—only understanding, that charming kindness she'd fallen for at the volleyball tournament years ago, when his shorter stature hadn't dimmed his spark. "And you?" She swallowed, tracing his jaw. "I think... I think I'm falling for him too. But I love you, Timmy. Always." He smiled, pulling her into a deep kiss, tongues tangling slow and sweet, a contrast to Jamal's fire. "You can fall in love with him, Bree. As long as you still love me like this." He guided her hand down to his cock, small but rigid, and she wrapped her thumb and index fingers around it, stroking gently—his preference, the manual rhythm that brought him to the edge without pressure.

They shifted, Bree straddling his chest, lowering her pussy to his mouth. Timmy licked eagerly, tongue delving into the creamy remnants, swirling through Jamal's seed as she jerked him off. "Oh god Timmy’ I’m gonna come," she moaned, grinding against his face, the intimacy raw and loving. His licks were precise, hitting her clit just right, building her pleasure while her fingers stroked his dick faster. He came first, spurting over her fingers in hot pulses, a soft groan vibrating against her. Bree followed, coming on his tongue, her body shuddering as love—for both men—wove through the bliss.

They lay there after, sheets tangled, Bree's head on Timmy's shoulder. Could you love two men at once? she wondered, tracing lazy circles on his chest. One steady as the tide, the other a storm. Timmy kissed her forehead, and in that moment, she thought maybe, just maybe, the heart had room for both—especially if it meant nights like these, dripping with secrets and satisfaction.