Becca, Brad, and the Bed Rail
It wasn’t until Becca grew desperate that she noticed the bed rail.
Afterward, she wondered how it had ever gotten to that point. It certainly wasn’t what she’d expected when she agreed to spend the night with friends of Amy’s parents on the way to Bar Harbor.
Amy, her best friend from college, was spending the summer working in Acadia National Park. Becca had agreed to visit her for a week before they headed back to school together for their senior year. Because the trip from Philadelphia to Maine was too far to do in a day, however, Becca had needed to stop somewhere for the night.
“I can just find a cheap motel, she’d told Amy. “I don’t want to put these people out.
Truth be told, Becca wasn’t sure she wanted to stay with a strange family, even if it was for just one night. But Amy insisted that her parents’ friends wouldn’t mind, and Becca was trying to watch her money, so she’d finally said yes.
“Their house is in southern New Hampshire and it’s right on the beach, Amy told her, “so you’ll be able to jump in the ocean after your long drive. I know you’ll love the Turners. Bill and Elaine are super friendly, and their kids are great too.
As Becca pulled up to the gray-shingled house with the spectacular ocean view, she realized she’d forgotten to ask Amy about Bill and Elaine’s children. But that wasn’t the chief thing on her mind. About an hour earlier, as she was rounding Boston and heading north, the “check engine light in her car had come on. She wasn’t sure what that meant exactly, but she had a feeling it wasn’t good.
Bill and Elaine were all that Amy had said they would be: warm, friendly, and welcoming. And she’d barely gotten her concerns about her car out of her mouth before Bill was bustling her down to a trusted mechanic he’d used for years. That was the good news.
The bad news was that the part the mechanic needed to fix her car would take three days to get.
“I can just find a motel after tonight, Becca offered when she and Bill got back to the house.
“Nonsense, Elaine replied firmly. “You’re staying right here.
“I wouldn’t want to put you to any trouble, Becca said.
“You won’t be. Any friend of Amy’s is a friend of ours. Now come and meet the kids.
For some reason Becca had expected Bill and Elaine’s kids to be much younger, so she was surprised to find two teenage girls lounging around in the family room. They both jumped up when she came in and gave her warm smiles as they shook hands. It turned out that Jess, the younger of the two, was fourteen, while Alice was sixteen.
“There are two girls in my family too, Becca told them.
“Actually, Elaine began, but she was interrupted before she could finish.
“You must be Amy’s friend, a voice said.
Becca turned to find a young man standing in the doorway smiling at her. He had light-brown, curly hair and intense blue eyes, and he was drop-dead gorgeous. To her annoyance, she could feel herself blushing.
“I’m Brad, the young man said, extending his hand.
Was it her imagination or did Brad let his fingers stroke her palm after they shook hands?
“Brad is the same age as you and Amy, Elaine was saying now. “He’s going into his senior year at Williams.
“Amy’s told me a lot about you. Brad said. There was something about the way he said it that triggered a small wave of heat in Becca’s lower abdomen.
Becca couldn’t imagine what Amy had told him. She was also puzzled why her friend hadn’t told her that the Turners had a son her age.
Brad just smiled at her.
By the time Becca went to bed the following night, she was feeling thoroughly unsettled. It wasn’t Bill and Elaine’s fault. They couldn’t have been friendlier or made her feel more at home. Jess and Alice had been great as well, showing her around town and taking her to the beach.
It was Brad who was the problem. As she lay on her back, hands behind her head, she tried to figure out what exactly he was doing to make her feel so uneasy. Like Bill, Elaine, and the girls, he couldn’t have been nicer or friendlier to her. At the same time, there was something subtly seductive in his manner that had stirred an intense response in her.
In fact, “intense response didn’t begin to do justice to what she was feeling. The physical attraction she felt toward Brad was nothing short of electric. Although Becca thought of herself as a girl with a healthy sex drive, she’d never felt as horny as this before.
Her mind drifted to an incident yesterday afternoon right before she’d gone to the beach with Jess and Alice, Brad had run into her in the front hallway and complimented her on her bathing suit. That wasn’t a big deal in and of itself, but he’d followed it up with a gesture she couldn’t get out of her head. He’d rested his fingers lightly on her back for a moment and then let them slide down to the hollow place right above her ass. Then he’d made a little circle with his fingers and pressed them into her spine.
It was as if he’d pressed a button on her body that suddenly shifted her libido from low to overdrive.
Becca had gone through a nasty breakup at college six months earlier, and for several months her sex drive had gone south. Recently, however, she’d experienced some gentle stirrings in her loins that made her think she was getting her groove back. But there was nothing gentle about the stirrings that Brad’s touch evoked. Afterwards she realized that her clit was pulsing and the crotch of her bathing suit was damp and getting wetter by the moment.
The memory of the encounter made Becca squirm in bed. Turning on her side, she remembered what Elaine had told her after dinner. Jess was competing in a gymnastics event the next morning, and the family would be leaving early to get her there and attend the meet. It would be a chance for her to sleep in and relax on the beach.
Becca was grateful that Brad would be gone for a good part of the day and that she wouldn’t have to worry about the effect he was having on her. Although this was a comforting thought, she continued to toss and turn long after she turned out the light.
When Becca awoke the next morning, the house was quiet. She quickly donned her bathing suit and headed down to the beach for an early morning swim. Then she returned to the house and took a long, hot shower. Afterwards, she pulled on a pair of panties and her cover-up, deciding to get dressed after breakfast.
As it turned out, she never made it to the kitchen. Try as she might, she hadn’t been able to get Brad out of her mind while she was showering. She ended up lingering much longer than usual when soaping herself between the legs, and by the time she got out of the shower her clit wouldn’t stop throbbing.
Becca couldn’t fight it any longer. Surrendering to her needs, she undid the top buttons on her cover-up and released her breasts. Then she lay back in the overstuffed armchair in her bedroom and spread her legs wide. She rubbed her tits with one hand while letting the other slide down between her legs. Although she’d dried herself thoroughly after her shower, she could feel that the crotch of her panties was already wet as she kneaded her pussy through the thin cotton.
After a couple of minutes, Becca hooked a finger underneath her panties, pulling them aside. The feel of the cool air against her burning pussy made her moan softly, and she began rubbing herself vigorously, slipping a finger into her wet opening from time to time. When she began to feel restricted by her panties, she stood up and stripped them off before flopping back in the chair.
As she worked on her clit, Becca gradually became aware that something was wrong. Although she was enjoying the intense sensation of pleasure between her legs, she was also conscious that she didn’t seem to be getting any closer to coming. She didn’t understand how she could be having a problem reaching orgasm when she was so intensely aroused, but the realization made her feel increasingly frustrated.
Standing up abruptly, she crossed the room and crawled onto her bed. There she sank down on her forearms with her ass in the air and her legs spread wide. Getting fucked doggy-style had always made Becca feel hotter than any other sexual position, and she thought if she imagined Brad doing her from behind she would climax sooner. But however much she rubbed and massaged and coaxed her pulsing clit, she couldn’t seem to make herself come.
It was at that moment her eyes fell on the bed rail.
The bed in the guest bedroom was one of those old-fashioned affairs with a large, ornate headboard at one end and two posts at the other. Both of the posts had what looked like carved pineapples on top, and they were connected by a round, wooden rail.
But it was the design of the bed rail that riveted Becca’s attention. Every foot or so, the otherwise smooth wood was broken by a series of five or six raised ridges that made her think of corduroy. The thought of what she might do with those ridges made her a little dizzy.
She didn’t need to think long. Keeping one knee on the bed, she threw her other leg over the rail until she was balanced with one foot on the floor. Then she slowly lowered her body until her pussy\’and only her pussy\’was resting against the cool wood. The rail nestled in her wet slit while the lips of her cunt hung down on either side of it. She moved back and forth a few times to get the feel of it and then slid back until she hit the first series of ridges.
Becca let out a high-pitched wail as her cunt ran over the ridges for the first time. The raised circles of wood bumped over the nub of her clit one after another triggering a delicious sensation of pleasure. And when she got to the end of them, all she had to do was reverse directions to keep that sensation going. She was so wet by now that her pussy was making a loud squelching noise, and she could feel the throbbing in her clit intensify as she began to move toward orgasm. The sudden thought that she was fucking a bed rail made her feel a little sheepish (what would Amy think?), but she wasn’t about to stop now.
Distracted as she was, it probably wasn’t surprising that she didn’t sense another person’s presence in the room. But the sound of someone clearing his throat made her jump up and swing around in horror. Brad was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, watching her with that sly smile of his.
It took Becca a moment to find her voice. “I thought you were. . .
“Gone? Brad finished the sentence for her. He waved a hand dismissively. “I’ve seen enough of Jess’s gymnastics meets to last me a lifetime, he said. “Besides, he added, looking her right in the eyes, “I was hoping to spend some quality time with you.
Without asking her if he could come in, he walked over to the bed until he was standing right in front of her. Becca was aware that she was still holding her cover-up bunched around her waist\’her tits exposed and her pussy hanging in the wind\’but she felt momentarily frozen in place.
“You look like you could use some help, Brad said. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, he reached out his hand and cupped Becca’s cunt, rubbing the heel of his palm back and forth across her clit.
Becca let out an involuntary moan. “Wait, she said.
Brad kept right on rubbing. “Don’t you think you’ve waited long enough? he asked, finding her opening with his middle finger and sliding it in.
“But, Becca began.
Brad interrupted her again, leaning in closer and whispering in a conspiratorial manner. “I’ll get to your butt later, he said as he began to massage her clit with his thumb. “First things first.
Letting go of her cunt, Brad took Becca by the shoulders and pushed her gently but firmly back onto the bed. Then he pushed her legs up so that her knees were almost to her ears and made her hook her arms under her knees to hold them there. Finally he knelt down on the floor, his head between her legs, his mouth inches away from her sex. For a moment he did nothing, as if admiring the view, and Becca became aware that her juices were sliding down onto her asshole.
“When I was watching you from the doorway, your pussy looked like a mouth sucking on the bed rail, he said dreamily. “In fact, I could hear it sucking, he added with a laugh.
Becca was mortified at the idea of Brad watching her, and she felt her face burning with embarrassment. At the same time, his words made the ache between her legs grow even stronger.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a girl with a wetter pussy, Brad continued in an admiring tone. Then he leant forward and let his tongue run back and forth in her slit, occasionally dipping it into her hole. After a while he began to lick her cunt from bottom to top, lingering at the end, letting his tongue swirl around her swollen clit. He seemed to sense when she was getting close to orgasm, backing her off, increasing her sense of urgency.
Without warning he suddenly stood up, took hold of one of her hands, and pulled her to a standing position. Then he turned her around and bent her over the bedrail so that she was resting on the bed on her forearms. Becca spread her legs and tilted her pelvis invitingly. She could hear Brad pulling off his shorts and underwear, and she was aware that she had never wanted to be fucked so badly in her life.
Brad didn’t keep her waiting long. He ran the head of his cock back and forth in her dripping slit and then slid the full length of his shaft inside her. He pulled out and slid it in again several times before he began to fuck her in strong, steady thrusts. As Becca pumped her hips in time with his thrusts, she could feel the bedrail rubbing against her thighs. The sensation made her feel more aroused than ever, and she slipped one hand between her legs until she found her clit. A minute later she began to come in a series of spasms so intense that it took her a moment to realize that the high-pitched squeals filling the room were coming from her mouth.
“God, you really needed that, Brad said before emptying his load into her still-quivering cunt.
Drifting in a post-orgasmic daze, Becca lost track of how much time had passed. She may even have dropped off for a few minutes. What brought her back to consciousness was the sensation of Brad’s thumb stroking the patch of skin that separated her anus from her vagina. After a moment, he let it drift up to the rim around her asshole, first on one side, then on the other. She felt the nerve endings in her backdoor stir to life and start to tingle. She also felt a growing urgency to be touched there.
As if reading her mind, Brad dipped his thumb into her still dripping cunt and lowered it onto the tight bud of her asshole. Becca felt a shockwave of pleasure run through her body and let out a low groan. Using a deft corkscrew motion, he slid his thumb into her ass to the first knuckle, and after moving it back and forth for a few seconds, slid it in the rest of the way.
“What are you doing? Becca gasped, knowing it was a stupid question the second it came out of her mouth.
“Don’t you remember? Brad reminded her. “I told you I was going to take care of your butt later.
Becca hadn’t thought he’d meant that literally, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about doing “that with a boy she barely knew. She opened her mouth to tell him to stop, but she was panting so hard now that the words seemed to stick in her throat. It was getting difficult to think clearly with Brad’s thumb sliding in and out of her ass in such an insistent manner. And when he removed it a moment later and began rubbing the head of his cock back and forth across her asshole, all she could think about was how much she wanted his dick to be where his thumb had been a moment earlier.
Why not? she told herself. The morning couldn’t get any crazier. Just go for it.
Reaching back with both hands, she pulled her ass cheeks open as wide as she could. “What are you waiting for? she demanded.
To Becca’s disappointment, Brad had to leave the next day to visit a friend before returning to Williams. As good as the sex with him had been, it left her wanting more rather than satisfied, and she awoke her last morning at the Turners feeling hornier than ever. It didn’t take her long to decide that what she needed most was a final date with the bed rail.
As she rubbed her swollen clit back and forth across the raised wooden ridges, she could tell that the rail was now slick with her juices, could hear her wet pussy sucking on the rounded wood like a hungry mouth. And when she finally started to come, she had to chew on her fist to keep from waking the house.
Driving to Bar Harbor later that day, Becca found herself pondering a difficult question. Both were good, she had to admit. But in the final analysis, who was the better fuck: Brad or the bed rail?