Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Between Us, A Girl (Part 2 of 4)
Walking up the driveway from the car, you and Kristy are holding hands. No one’s talking but the crickets. Moths quietly orbit the porch light as we walk up the steps. I go first, opening the storm door and unlocking the front door. I hold it open. You go in first, then Kristy. As she passes through, Kristy leans against me, stretches, and kisses me on the lips. Her hair smells of herbal shampoo and her lips are firm but soft. She turns and follows you into the house. I close the door, sigh, and turn out the outdoor light.
“I have to pee.” And with that, Kristy excuses herself and heads for the nearest bathroom.
You follow me to the kitchen. We exchange a mutual, wide-eyed, “What have we gotten ourselves into?” look and start to laugh. You lift your skirt quickly, flashing me. “I think I may have left my underwear in the car.”
I dramatically roll my eyes. “I really don’t think you’ll need them any more tonight. Just one thing though…”
“What’s that?”
“You slut!” I laugh as you throw a cloth napkin at me. “So,” I continue. “I guess I don’t have to ask you what you think of Kristy.”
“No, I guess not.” I’m wondering whether or not you’re blushing. I can’t tell in this light. “I was nervous that this wouldn’t work out, because… you know… I met her online and we only talked on the phone a couple of times. But she’s so funny and sexy. And she’s really making this all so easy, don’t you think?” You pause as you get out the champagne flutes. “What do you think of her?”
I’ve taken the champagne out of the refrigerator and removed the foil and the wire cage around the cork. I carefully twist the cork out. Pop! “I think I should let you pick out all of my girlfriends.”
“Josh, you don’t have girlfriends.”
“I know. I’m just saying that, if I did have girlfriends, your taste is clearly much better than…”
“Careful.”
“Present company excluded of course. Finding you was my one moment of good taste after a decade plus of whackos, weirdos, and really mediocre kissers.” I smile broadly.
“Convoluted, but better.” You kiss me. “Seriously, are you still OK with this?”
“Hey, show me a man who wouldn’t be OK with this. It’s not just your fantasy. Let’s go find our girl.”
The irony, of course, is that this whole thing did start as your fantasy. We had come home from a party where our drunken friends had been discussing sexual orientation and situational ethics. Every woman in the room admitted to kissing other girls in college. A couple admitted to doing a lot more than kissing while a few, like you, kept quiet and a few others blushed and took the opportunity to visit the kitchen for more chips.
“So, you remember at the party when the women were saying whether or not they had kissed another girl or slept with another girl in college?” You were sitting on the bed as I brushed my teeth.
“Uh huh. Did you see Vera bolt out of the room? Rick told me he knows why and he’ll tell me next time we get together after work.”
“Rick’s a jerk. Anyway…” I could tell I was interrupting. You started again. “I said that I hadn’t slept with another girl in college. That I’d just kissed and made out with a few. Right?”
“Uh huh.”
“Well, that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to… you know, see what it would be like with another woman. It just didn’t happen.”
“Oh. OK.” I dried my face on the towel, turned out the bathroom light, and flopped down on the bed next to you. “So, are you still interested?”
“Yeah, I guess I am. I mean, it’s not like I’m giving up on your cock or anything. But I’d just love to know what it’s like to have sex with another woman. I’m curious. Does that make sense?”
“Sure. So, now what? You gonna go cruise some college bars or what?” I smile.
“No. I was thinking more along the lines of finding a girl to bring home. To share.”
I could hardly object.
“Kristy?”
Where did she go? She never made it to the kitchen. And she isn’t in the hallway near the front door or the downstairs bathroom. We find her shoes and socks at the foot of the stairs. I guess we’ll look upstairs.
We find Kristy waiting in our bedroom. She’s all smiles as we enter the room. She is standing barefoot at the foot of the bed. Her jean jacket is draped on a chair by the wall and I can see her bag is nearby. She reaches out her hand to take a glass of champagne from you as I put the ice bucket with the bottle on a bedside table.
The three of us stand close together at the foot of the bed, sipping champagne. We’re quiet for the moment, each holding our breath in anticipation, each ready to burst into laughter at any second. In one hand, I have my champagne. My other hand is on the small of your back. I rub you through the thin blue fabric. You look as if you could devour Kristy on the spot.
The two of you have locked eyes as you drink. I catch a smile on her face and then you both suddenly chug what’s left in your glasses. Quickly, you take Kristy’s glass from her and put both of your glasses on the chest of drawers. And when you come back, the two of you come together like magnets with opposite poles. You start kissing and hands are moving from faces to shoulders to hips to breasts.
There’s enough space for me to walk around the two of you as you kiss. I circle between you and the bed, between you and door. I drink my champagne and watch the action from all angles. Every now and then, one of you will open your eyes and look my way. I am filled with tender desire for both of you. And, at the same time, I want to fuck both of you hard enough to move furniture and rattle picture frames.
But right this second, I’m the farthest thing from your mind and hers. Both of you have flushed cheeks. Both of you are breathing hard and fast. Your hands are on Kristy’s breasts. She has her hands on your face. Then your hands are gripping her waist and her hands are on your ass. One minuyte, there’s a flurry of quick, nibbling kisses. Then a minutes long, liquid kiss. Then there’s open-mouthed, tongues dancing kisses. I realize my cock is throbbing in my pants. I can only imagine how turned on you must be.
Kristy is rubbing your breasts, thumbing your nipples through your dress. She keeps one hand squeezing one breast while her other hand starts pulling your dress up. She slides the cloth up, handful by handful, until she has a hand on your bare upper thigh, then on your bottom, and then inside the cloth of your black lace panties. You whimper. I know that whimper. You need.
But then, you break away from Kristy, backing up, smiling and laughing breathlessly. You quickly take off your earrings and toss them on the nightstand. You reach behind your neck and under your hair to unhook the back of your dress. I would offer to help, but it’s clear that you got into it without me and there isn’t anything in the world that’s going to slow you down getting out of it. You quickly unzip the back and slide your arms out of the sleeves. The dress falls away and you step out of the skirt. You are wearing a pretty, black lace bra that probably matches a pair of panties still in the backseat of Kristy’s car.
You step forward and quickly resume hungrily kissing Kristy. She reaches one hand behind your back and undoes the clasp of your bra. You lower your arms and shrug your shoulders without your lips and tongues every straying out of contact with hers. The bra drops to the floor. Kristy’s hands find your breasts and squeeze. She bends her right leg slightly, bringing her knee up to force your legs apart. She grinds her upper leg into you. Your eyes meet mine and ask for help. I smile and put down my champagne glass. I kick off my shoes and walk over behind Kristy.
Kristy’s slip dress has straps that aren’t so much spaghetti as fettuccine. Other than those straps, her upper back is bare down to just below her shoulder blades. I place a hand on her shoulder. Her skin is warm and smooth. I kiss the back of her neck as my other hand finds the short hidden zipper running down the back of the dress. Slowly I unzip Kristy’s dress. Then, with both hands, I slide the straps off her shoulders. She drops her arms to her sides and the dress falls to the floor around her feet. She isn’t wearing a bra. From where I stand, my hands can trace nothing but smooth, uninterrupted curves from her shoulders down over her shoulder blades and down her back until reaching a pair of blue lace boyshort-style panties. She has a small Celtic tattoo in the small of her back.
You stop kissing her long enough to look her over and smile. Then you bend, kissing one of Kristy’s breasts, and shimmying her panties down over her thighs, helping them past her knees until they drop to the floor. She steps out of both the dress and panties and kicks them lightly aside. You run your hands along the fronts of her legs as you stand up, allowing your right hand to turn downward, trailing fingers between her legs. Her pussy is shaved smooth and bare and your fingers easily slip between. She breathes in sharply, closes her eyes, arches her back a bit, and you take one nipple into your mouth.
I sip my champagne, a third wheel with a somewhat uncomfortable axle in its pants. If wheels had pants. Whatever. To you, this isn’t a show. For Kristy, it might be. I wonder. But to me, this is beyond being a treat. I’m trying as best I can to catch every sight and sound. Your fingers are sliding slowly but insistently between Kristy’s legs. I don’t so much see that your fingers are wet as hear them from where I am, hear the wet sounds of your fingers sliding between Kristy’s swollen pink lips, slipping into her pussy. Little slurping sounds. Tiny wet clicking sounds. Then there’s the sounds of the two of your breathing. Kristy is moaning softly, rocking her hip against your fingers, licking her lips, biting her lips. You take your mouth from her breast and she quickly pulls your mouth up to hers, kissing you hard, again and again. I definitely need to get my clothes off.
I put my champagne glass down and take off my clothes, still watching the two of you. I am thinking that the two of you have forgotten that I exist by this point and that I should just sit on the edge of the bed and watch. But then, I see a hand trail up toward me, motioning me back over to where you are. It hardly matters whose hand it is. I take one last gulp of champagne. My cock points the way. The motioning hand grabs it as I get close, gives it a stroke or two, then plays with my balls.
Naked, I slowly circle the two of you. So much available skin! I trail fingers over her ass, your arm as I walk by. I stand behind Kristy, stroking her arms as I watch the two of you kiss from over her shoulder. She turns her head over her right shoulder where I can kiss her. Her mouth is warm and soft from kissing. Her tongue finds mine. I slip my hands around beneath her arms and find her breasts. I run my fingers over the hard nipples, circle, then cupping and holding both breasts up for you to kiss and lick. Kristy runs her left hand through her hair. She reaches her right hand back, trying to grab my ass. You bite her nipple and she arches her back, gasping.
My cock is standing straight up, pressed between me and Kristy, buried between her ass cheeks. I feel her pushing back, trying to nuzzle my cock deeper into the crack, moving ever slightly up and down. I squeeze her breasts and then let go, letting my hands trail down to her waist, carressing her belly. She goes back to kissing you as I slip one hand further down, reaching until my fingers slide between her legs. My fingers are instantly wet. I start to circle her slippery clit with my middle finger.
Kristys’ breathing gets fast, irregular, raspy. She can’t kiss now. She’s gasping, breathing through her mouth, saying sweet “yes yes yes” and moving this way and that, riding her ass on my cock. You’re playing with her breasts as my wet finger keeps circling and circling and circling… until finally, Kristy stops for a second, stops moving breathing moaning stops saying yes yes yes and waits for it…
And when Kristy’s orgasm hits her, her knees buckle. You catch her, your hands in her armpits. I grab her ass with both hands and together we support her as she shudders, twitches, smiles, sighs. I can see in the mirror that her eyes are closed and she’s smiling, licking her lips and smiling. Her face and chest are flushed rosy pink. You look at me and smile. It’s not over by a long shot. And I know that look on your face.
I know what you want. I know that the biggest part of your fantasy is to go down on another woman, to taste another woman’s taste, to see what it’s like from the other side. And there’s no reason to put that off, is there? I raise my eyebrows and nod my head toward the bed. Together, we walk Kristy the five feet to the side of the bed. Still behind Kristy, I sit down on the edge of the bed and gently pull Kristy down to sit on me, her legs spread to either side of my legs. You kneel in front of both of us, running your hands up and down both our legs.
At the risk of us both falling backwards onto the bed, I inch my knees apart, spreading Kristy’s legs apart even more. My cock is bobbing between her legs and Kristy is using her hands to press my cock against her pussy, nestling it between her labia. I slip my hands under her knees and pull her legs out and back, exposing her pussy for your mouth and tongue. Kristy leans forward a little to help balance our weight.
Sweetly, you place an enthusiastic and juicy kiss on the head of my cock before tipping it down and out of the way. Priorities, I know. Someone will need to make up for this later. Your mouth goes to work on Kristy’s lips.
You are an enthusiastic muff muncher. You lick the length of Kristy’s pussy. You bury your tongue inside her and shake your head. You flick your tongue on her clit. Every trick I’ve ever used on you, you are trying on her. And it’s hard to say who is enjoying it more. Every moan or cry that comes out of Kristy is matched by your moans. You are really enjoying this. A couple of times, you take my cock and smack it on Kristy’s swollen lips. She gasps. She wriggles. She bites her lip and cries out, but clearly she wants more. Her hips buck, but I hold her legs open.
Now you have two fingers thrusting in and out of Kristy’s hole and you suck her clit into your mouth and let it pop free, again and again. Every now and then you stop licking Kristy and take my cock in your mouth for a few quick strokes. My cock is drenched from all the juices coming out of our girl and your mouth. Back to Kristy, your eyes are looking up at her, watching her. She’s moaning now. The moaning builds, punctuated with an occasional “yes” and several “oh, yeah” and even a “God” or two.
We both know when Kristy is about to come this time. I can feel her legs tighten then loosen as if waiting to tighten again. You hear the change in her breathing, feel her pussy grip, flutter… You suck her clit into your mouth and bury two fingers deep inside her. Kristy cries out and starts to spasm, breathing fast and hard and shuddering. She shakes in waves of an orgasm that goes on and on and on, you licking and flicking and burying one finger up to your knuckle inside her, rubbing the inside walls of her pussy with your finger, having your finger gripped and gripped again. One final shudder and Kristy goes somewhat limp for a minute. I let her legs go and wrap my arms around her waist, rocking her gently from side to side.
You look up at me from between four jello legs. Your face is shiny wet. And your smile is ear to ear. Kristy reaches out a hand to gently push your hair out of your eyes. Not the cat who ate the canary. Not a Cheshire cat, disappearing grin. At a loss for the analogy, I let go of Kristy and fall back on the bed, eyes closed. Waiting a turn.
To be continued...
Comments:
You are AWESOME ... that’s the most excitement I’ve had in months.
Posted by Devi on 05/20/08 at 03:17 AM
Someone read it! Yay!
Thanks, Devi. Glad you enjoyed it. I realized as I was finishing it that I’ve gotten myself in a bind. This was supposed to be three parts, with the guy not actually getting much until Part 3. But now that I inserted a new Part 2, that pushes him off to Part 4. That seems unlikely, don’t you think? We’ll see.
Posted by Prospero on 05/20/08 at 09:18 AM
Amazing! Not because it was a good story and made me horny - I expect nothing less from you, your technique is excellent, polished, your metaphors original - amazing because I have written a story that is eerily similar. Almost identical positions described, even the same adjectives in places. It’s called “The Conductor”. I’ve posted it on Literotica.
Sameness strikes again!
Posted by Thalia on 07/30/08 at 06:46 AM
Thalia!
It took me forever to navigate Literotica’s arcane story filing system ("oh, so they DO include “The” as part of the title!") to find your story. I remember you showing me that story! You know what the biggest difference is between mine and yours? The guy in yours is getting some sex!!! Sheesh. You would think that, since I’m writing this serial story and since I’m a guy and since I might identify with the guy in the story, I might have managed to get him an orgasm by now. But no…
Posted by Prospero on 09/16/08 at 12:17 AM
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