Monday, September 15, 2008
Between Us, A Girl (Part 3 of 4)
All smiles and tumescence, the three of us collapse onto the comforter. (Someone’s going to need to wash the cover tomorrow.) The bed creaks a bit and stops. For a moment, no one moves and no one speaks. A car goes by outside… then silence. Actually, I take it back. It isn’t silence. I can hear us breathing. I hear three sets of lungs sucking in air and letting it out. I hear three tongues wetting three sets of dried lips. And for a second, I imagine I can hear your heart beating in your chest and Kristy’s in hers. But then I decide it’s only my heart I’m hearing, my heart beating in my own chest, my temple, and my cock. I get up and pour some more champagne in my glass. I take a drink and then pass the glass around.
Sitting back down on the bed, I put a pillow behind my back and sit up against the headboard. Everyone readjusts their positions around me. You curl yourself up at my left side, head on my chest, hand on my stomach. My left arm curls around you in a way it knows from a thousand nights. My hand caresses your butt, round and smooth and familiar in a good way. Only Kristy’s smell on your face and in your hair makes you different. You’re the same as always, except that perhaps you were attacked by a perfume girl while walking through Macy’s at the mall. Except this scent is one you wanted to sample. But she missed your wrist, my dear. Right scent, wrong pulse point.
Kristy is lying along my right side, but with her head down around my feet. She’s propped up on her right hand, her elbow planted in the mattress. Her chest is flushed and her cheeks are rosy. She blows hair out of her eyes and smiles at me, her toes grazing my underarm. I jump, spilling a few drops of champagne on my chest.
She laughs. “Oops! Sorry!”
I put my champagne down on the table. Without the champagne glass, I have a free hand. Kristy gives me a look oozing of “Duh!” smiles, and rolls over onto her stomach. She is nuzzled up against me. Her skin touches my skin all along my right leg. With her left hand, she absently touches, then strokes the top of my feet. I can’t resist the curve, the surface of her upturned calves. I run my hand over her calves, the backs of her thighs.
No one is talking, but a number of hands are quietly exploring whatever skin they find nearby. Every touch, every movement is slow and gentle. The pads of my fingers wander from your bottom, up along your sides, around under your arm to your breasts where they circle, and then slowly drift back to your bottom. Lazily, I repeat. You slide your body closer to the headboard, just enough so that my fingers can slip between your cheeks and find wetness. You squirm.
Kristy shifts back to her side. She leans over my legs and starts to caress your legs. At the same time, she opens her own legs, bending the top onr and bringing that foot up close to her other knee. This move is enough to expose her hairless pussy. And it is just close enough for me to reach with my right thumb… My thumb slips inside her pink lips, bringing out more juices to spread over the already slick skin, making the lips slippery and wet, massaging the lips now between my thumb and index finger. I close my eyes. I can’t walk and chew gum at the same time, but my hands can finger fuck two women at the same time. So alike, so different.
Kristy starts to sit up. I can tell from her eyes what she’s thinking. She smiles at me, waiting. Without a word, I pull you toward me, over and in front of me. Your back is to my chest now. You are only partly sitting up, as I am not completely vertical either. You lean back, looking over your shoulder and we kiss. My hands find your breasts and I squeeze them gently, then roll your nipples between my fingers. And just as a moan is escaping your lips, Kristy spreads your legs apart and her tongue finds your clit.
You gasp, your breath exploding inwards. I pull you tighter to me, still holding your breasts, still kissing you, our tongues locked together. Out of my right eye, I can see Kristy’s dark hair, her head buried between your spread legs. Just now she is lapping at you --- long, slow licks up from the bottom of your pussy, up the length of your hot swollen lips, up to your clit… then flick! Kristy pauses and then repeats. Once or twice, I see her look up to gauge your reaction. Her eyes are smiling; I can’t see her mouth. We’ve stopped kissing. Now you are looking down at Kristy, at this woman’s head between your legs, imagining where her tongue must be, what it must be doing. It’s not me this time, that head between your legs. I couldn’t be doing that and still have my cock pressed against your back.
I kiss the side of your neck just as you come for the first time. I hold you as your body tenses, shudders, melts. You try to lurch forward but I won’t let you. You try to move your legs together, but Kristy won’t let you. Is this what you imagined?
“No, stop… I can’t… stop...”
The thing is, Jenny? You don’t mean it. Your hand is clutching one of my hands on your breast. You lean back into me and open yourself wider to Kristy. You don’t mean “stop” at all.
And Kristy isn’t stopping. Her mouth is pressed to your pussy and her eyes are watching you. And sure enough, you come again. This time it is even louder, more violent than the first. Except this time, you don’t say “stop.”
“Oh, GOD! Oh, oh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
This time, it just keeps going. I can’t tell where one orgasm leaves off and the next one begins. Kristy has two fingers inside you, plunging them in and out of you as her tongue works at your clit. The comforter is wet. My cock is throbbing. My fingers are white from you gripping them so hard. When you finally relax your grip, I know you’ve finally had enough. Happy tears are rolling down your face as you roll off to your side again.
Kristy smiles at me and motions for my champagne. I dry her hand with my shirt before I hand her the glass. She rubs a wet cheek against the head of my bobbing cock.
No bell has sounded, but everyone seems to know we’re between rounds. We all adjourn to separate bathrooms to pee and clean up a little bit. A bit drunk, I catch myself smiling into the mirror. I shake my head and try to concentrate. Peeing. I’m here to pee. Minutes pass and I’m still here. Do women understand this part? My cock is so hard from that last scene that I can’t pee until it goes down. No matter what I think of (dead puppies, factors of 128, Willem Dafoe in a hot pink tutu), it won’t go down. I hear the two of you giggling together. I sigh and turn on the faucet.
When I come back, the two of you are back on the bed. Kristy is sitting, hugging her knees. You are lying on your stomach.
“I don’t know, Jenny,” I say, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I could be mistaken, but it seemed to me that you might have enjoyed that a little bit.”
“Oh, yeah,” you say, laughing and rolling onto your back. “A little!”
“What do you think we should do now?” I say, pinching your nipple playfully. You poke me in the side with a toe.
“I have an idea!” Kristy says. She jumps up and trots out of the bedroom. She returns, still running, with her black leather bag which had been abandoned (along with her clothes) somewhere between the front door and the far side of the living room. She plops back down onto the bed, kneels, and begins rummaging through the bag.
She pulls out a smaller, blue cloth bag and tosses the large bag onto the floor at the foot of the bed. Slowly and deliberately, she undoes the drawstring on the blue bag and pulls out something wrapped in black cloth. I can tell that whatever is inside the cloth, it’s something heavy.
Kristy starts to unfold the cloth. A leather strap falls out. It is black, about three-quarters of an inch wide. As she folds back more cloth, you can see that there are also O-ring clasps. More straps fall out and then a larger piece of leather. Oh, shit. It’s a dildo harness. Sure enough, Kristy triumphantly pulls out a dildo.
“Jenny, I want you to fuck me. With this.”
Your eyes get big as you stare at the dildo jiggling in Kristy’s hand. The dildo is bigger than the vibrator you have in your bedside table. And it’s definitely bigger than I am. It’s long and thick, but natural looking with a head and bumps that resemble veins. If I were made of silicone, I’d be happy to have a cock like this.
You laugh nervously. “Kristy, I don’t know if I can. It’s… big.”
Kristy smiles ear-to-ear and hops off the bed. “Hey, you’re not the one it’s going into. C’mon! You know you want to try this!” She pulls you to your feet from where you are sitting. “Look, if guys who can’t even dance can do it, you can.” Both of you shoot me a look. I make a face. “Here,” Kristy says, starting to place the harness against your lower belly. “I’ll help you put it on. Josh, can you give me a hand?”
So we buckle you into the harness. I sit on the edge of the bed behind you, watching you run your fingers over the leather. You sneak a look at yourself in the mirror and smile. Then you catch me looking at you in the reflection and stifle a laugh.
“And now, the final touch.” And as Kristy slips the dildo into the rings, she leans around your side and whispers to me, “Don’t worry. You’re next.”
OK, now I’m worried.
To be continued...
Comments:
If I have to wait another six months for the continuation, I’m going to ‘splode.
I love the way you write.
Posted by Devi on 09/16/08 at 12:36 AM
I swear, Devi… I think I have Part 4 around here somewhere. Of course, my worry now is that there’s going to need to be a Part 5 if the poor Josh character doesn’t get some action in Part 4. Talk about exploding.
Posted by Prospero on 09/16/08 at 12:42 AM
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