I wasn’t sure what it was about the sight of this woman with a cock in her mouth that did so much for me, but it felt like I was going to burst with the sheer delight of the scene. I had no idea that two women would even have use for a toy like this one when they were involved, but seeing her with it … yeah, now I got it. I moved the toy in and out of her mouth, getting it good and wet with her saliva before I withdrew it and moved it between her thighs.
"Open your legs," I commanded her. Even to my own ears, I sounded commanding. That was … that was new, for sure. I had never imagined myself being able to pull off something like this without finding even myself a little ridiculous, but the fact that she was just going along with everything was making it a lot easier to buy into, that was for sure.
She did as she was told, and I moved the toy between her pussy lips, and then slowly pushed it inside of her. The noise she made was something between a mewl and a groan of pleasure. I loved the sound of it escaping her lips. She looked so beautiful like that, her lips slightly parted, the wetness of her saliva still on her cheeks. I moved the toy deep inside of her, and it was as though I was sending the same sensations through my body. I gasped, and I clicked the vibrating section to life so that it would buzz against her clit.
"Oh, that feels so good," Cara groaned, and she lifted her hips from the bed and allowed me to get a little deeper inside her.
The irony of this moment wasn’t lost on me. I hadn’t been with a man myself, and yet here I was, using this dildo toy to fuck another woman. I moved it inside of her, closing my eyes and imagining how it would feel if I was the one on the receiving end of it. Even the thought of it was enough to get my blood pumping in my veins. I was so ready for this. I wanted this. I couldn’t wait until the day I finally got what I needed so badly, from a cock that wasn’t plastic but real--flesh and blood and fucking me until I couldn’t take any more.
I guided my fingers into Cara’s open mouth, letting her tongue clean her wetness from my hand. She was so curious with her mouth, letting it trace all over me, and she gazed up at me the whole time like she was asking what I wanted her to do next. This kind of power was dizzying, and I could see how someone could get addicted to it. I could already feel myself sliding dangerously close to that direction.
I fucked her with the toy until I saw her body tremble and then release once more, the orgasm running through her like a rush of cool water on a hot day. I loved knowing that I was the one who had gotten her there, that I was the one who had pushed her to this helpless state of pleasure, just the way she had done with me the very first time I had woken up next to her. I could feel her pussy clamping around the toy, and I held it still inside of her, letting her take all the pleasure she could from it.
She gasped as I pulled it out, and lay her head back on the pillow to stare at the ceiling. Her eyes were a little glazed and distant, and her muscles were still trembling a little. I let myself sink beside her, and I stared at her as she came back down to Earth. I wanted to take in every single detail of this, the very first time I had made another woman come. I felt at once triumphant and a little thrilled that I had managed to do it my first time, even if it had been with the help of an amazing toy.
She slowly turned to look at me, a dreamy smile on her face.
"Well, hey," she murmured like she was seeing me for the first time. I pushed a strand of hair that had become stuck to her cheek from her face and smiled at her.
"Hey," I replied softly.
"Didn’t know you had that in you," she remarked. "Until you, uh … had it in me."
I giggled at her double-entendre. How was it that I could feel so satisfied from simply doing this to her? It didn’t make much sense, but that didn’t matter to me. All that mattered to me was the way she was looking at me like I was some gift she couldn’t believe she’d gotten to unwrap early.
"You want me to do you?” she asked.
I shook my head. "You catch your breath," I told her. "I need to go wash up, anyway."
And with that, I rolled out of bed, got to my feet, and padded through to the bathroom on my bare feet. I smiled at myself in the mirror. Did I look different? I could have sworn I looked different. Or maybe it was just that I felt like I was an entirely new person. A person who still had so much left to learn about herself yet.
Chapter 9
Keeper of secrets
"Are you sure you can’t stay a little longer?" Cara asked as I lingered in the doorway to her apartment. Ever since I told her I had to get back home, her mouth had been downturned into almost a comedic sad face.
"I’m sure," I replied, and I meant it. I knew everyone back at the house would be starting to wonder where the hell I had managed to get myself off to. I had texted Donna to tell her I was staying with a friend, but they all knew I wasn’t exactly the biggest social butterfly in the world. I didn’t have much longer, I would have guessed before they sent out a missing person report for me to make sure that I hadn’t managed to stray too far.
"If you ever want to come back ..." she told me and squeezed my hand. I felt a little bad, just leaving her like this; I had enjoyed so much our time together, and I felt I had shared something really special with this girl. But still, I couldn’t just drop everything and spend the rest of my life in some lesbian love-nest. I needed to see what else the world had out there for me. I needed to see where else I could take my self-exploration.
"I know," I promised her. "And I will, if I ever get the chance, all right?”
With that, I kissed her goodbye and headed downstairs to the cab waiting for me. I knew I should have probably been a little more sentimental about the whole thing, but I wasn’t sure I had time for that. I liked Cara, of course, and I was grateful to her for showing me the ways of the world that went beyond what I had known before. But I was also curious about what else was out there. Especially when it came to the masculine side of things.
I had no idea what I was looking for in the man I wanted to take me for the first time. I didn’t know what I was going to do, or say, or how I was going to--no, I had no clue what it would look like when it happened. If it happened. It seemed as though I should have been able to find someone by now, and yet, I had nothing in the way of luck so far.
I arrived back at the house and slipped through the door, half-hoping that nobody was going to notice my return. I didn’t feel like explaining what I had been doing the last few days, not when it was all so confusing inside my head.
But, of course, that was just wishful thinking. Donna came bounding out of her room as soon as she heard me come through the door.
"Cindy!" she exclaimed. "There you are. Where have you been? We haven’t been able to get hold of you."
"I was spending some time with a friend," I replied, yawning.
She wiggled her eyebrows at me. "Just a friend, or ...”
"Yeah, just a friend," I lied. Things were complicated enough without having to explain myself to her.
"Man, it’s so good to have you back." She gave me a quick hug.
I glanced around, wondering if Thom was here. We hadn’t seen each other since … well, since we had so nearly gotten it on.
"Good to see you too," I replied, and I meant it. There was something nice about the familiar, especially after so much time with something--and someone--so new to me.
"Why don’t you come out back to the pool, cool off a little?” she suggested. "My boyfriend is here."
"Your boyfriend?" I was surprised. It was the first time I had heard her mention a boyfriend, and, given what we had gotten up to together, I just assumed she had been single.
She seemed to guess what was going through my mind, and she patted my arm and grinned at me.
"Don’t worry, he doesn’t mind if I go out and have a little fun with other people," she assured me. "In fact, I think he likes it. He’s all mine, though, I don’t like the thought of him with anyone else. It’s that simple."
"Well, okay, then," I agreed, and I headed throu
gh to the back to join them. Any excuse to stay out of the house and away from Thom. I didn’t much feel like seeing him or being questioned as to what the hell I had been up to while I had been away. I would never have gone out to that bar if it hadn’t been for our muted half-attempt, so I supposed I had something to thank him for.
"Hey!" an unfamiliar voice called to me as I stepped outside. I looked over and saw a man, a little older than us, half-sitting in the pool. He was wearing a pair of dark blue swimming trunks, that showed off his strong, toned body. He had dark hair, dark eyes, and olive skin. I could see what Donna saw in him. After all this time with a woman, I craved someone as powerfully masculine as the man before me.
"Hey," I greeted him and felt a little flush run up my cheeks. He was checking me out, even I could tell by the way his eyes were skimming up and down my body. Donna might have been sure he only had eyes for her but I wasn’t quite so convinced.
"This is Mark, my boyfriend," Donna introduced the man before me. "We’ve been together for a couple of years now."
"Yeah, guess you haven’t been able to shake me yet," Mark remarked as Donna pulled off the shawl she had been wearing over her bikini and slipped into the water beside him. He smiled at her and she wound her arms around his neck, gazing adoringly into his eyes. They were still on me. I decided it might be fun to come over and join then, just figure out the details of how this thing worked.
I sat down on the edge of the pool, hitched up my skirt a little, and dangled my legs underneath the water. It was cool in the bright sunshine around us, and I leaned back and let the rays caress my body. I had been inside so much lately, spending all my time in bed with my delicious lesbian lover, that I had almost forgotten what it was like to be out in the real world like this.
"Come on, Cindy, you have to tell us what you were up to," Donna urged playfully. "You were away all weekend! I didn’t even realize you had any friends out here."
I glanced over to Mark. His dark eyes were on mine, curious, searching. I flicked my tongue over my lips and decided there was more than a slim chance he might get something out of this. I liked the way I felt with his eyes on me, and I didn’t want to give that up, not quite yet. Who knew that I adored being the center of attention this much?
"I was staying with a girl, actually," I told Donna, turning my attention back to her and pretending like I hadn’t noticed the way her boyfriend was looking at me. "I met her at that bar."
"The bar that I took you to?" she asked enthusiastically. "I didn’t realize you had been back without me."
"You can’t expect me to just sit at home and wait for you to come around," I teased lightly.
She giggled. "I suppose not. This girl, you were friends with her or something?”
"Uh, no," I replied, grinning. "We were … we were a little more than friends, actually."
It took a moment to register on Donna’s face what I had just told her, but as soon as it did, her jaw dropped.
"You were ...”
"Yeah, we were," I replied.
Mark raised his eyebrows. He looked impressed.
"I didn’t realize you were gay," Donna remarked, cocking her head at me.
I shook my head again. "No, I’m not gay," I replied. "I’m bisexual."
It still felt a little odd to think of myself in those terms, but it was the truth. When I thought about everything I had done with Cara, it sent shivers down my spine. I knew I would have done it all again given the chance, and that she wouldn’t be the only woman I would get with in that way over the course of my life. I already wanted more; the thought of it tantalizing and tempting all at once.
"Oh, wow, okay," Donna replied, clearly taken aback by what I was telling her. I didn’t care. I wanted her to know. She was the one who had started me on this deliciously sinful journey, she should know what she had unleashed within me. Besides, this was still the woman who’d fucked a grown-ass married man who happened to be wedded to my mother. She had no business getting morally superior on me because I’d chosen to hook up with a woman.
"Yeah, it was really fun," I replied, noticing that Mark hadn’t said a word.
He was conspicuously quiet like he didn’t want to give himself away. I knew he was holding something back. I glanced beneath the water and was sure I could see a stirring through his shorts.
"I stayed there for a few days because there was some stuff she wanted to show me," I continued, casually, as though I hardly noticed how much this was getting him off. "She would have had me stay longer, but I knew I had to move on."
"What kind of stuff was she showing you?" Donna asked.
I could see a flush to her cheeks. Was she getting off on this? I grinned and shrugged.
"Oh, you know, she had a lot of sex toys that she wanted to share with me," I told her. "Dildos, vibrators … I used them on her, mostly. I liked being the one in charge."
I saw Mark’s hand creeping up Donna’s thigh. They probably thought I couldn’t see it under the water, but I could. I decided to keep going and to keep a close eye on that hand to see where it ended up.
"She was submissive," I explained. "Or she could be. Once she showed me what she liked she would do anything I told her."
"Like what?" Donna asked, a little breathless. She was really turned on by this.
I paused for a moment, letting her linger in anticipation before I continued.
"Like, I got her to suck on a dildo for me," I replied, casually, as though I had done this kind of thing a million times over. "And then I fucked her with it until she came."
Mark’s hand slipped beneath Donna’s bikini bottoms. They must have known I could see them. They clearly just didn’t give a damn.
"What else did you do?” Donna pressed, clearly curious to know every single little detail of what I had done. And why shouldn’t I deliver for her? She had already shown me a side of her I had never been sure I wanted to see. Why shouldn’t I indulge it?
"Well, she went down on me the first morning I woke up there," I continued. "And, you know, I’ve never had a girl go down on me before, but it was … it was seriously amazing."
I watched as his fingers moved against her. She was grinding back against them, her lips slightly parted as she waited for me to go on.
"I didn’t think I would ever be into something like that, but when I woke up next to her, it was just … right."
"So, you didn’t do it the first night you met?”
"Oh, no," I replied, waving a hand as though the very notion was ridiculous. "We were too busy with the guy that first night."
"There was a guy?”
"That’s how we met," I replied. "We were both hitting on the same guy at the bar and … well, I guess we weren’t willing to pass him up."
"So … at the same time?” Donna asked.
I nodded. How did she like that? She probably thought she was the wild one, but I could bet she had never done anything like that.
"Yeah, of course, we did," I replied, as though it was obvious. "Then she took me home afterward. I didn’t intend for it to go that way, but I suppose once you’ve had a man, you need some woman to make up for it."
I let them fill in the rest of it for themselves. Mark’s fingers were moving beneath the water, so much so that the water around them had begun to ripple.
I was surprised to find it turned me on. I loved that, the way they were both looking at me like I was the keeper of secrets they were so keen to unlock. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, letting the light pressure against my pussy arouse me. They were no longer trying to hide their act from me. Maybe they were enjoying the fact I was distinctly aware of what was going on.
But I was exhausted by everything that had happened over the weekend. I needed to get some rest. Not to mention, they should be left wanting more--it was so much more delicious that way.
I lifted to my feet, water dripped down my legs and pooled around me. "I should be going in and catch some rest," I told them both, stretching casually, as though
I hadn’t noticed what they were doing. "It’s been a busy weekend."
"No, you can stay if you want," Donna said.
"I don’t want to get in the way of your couple time," I replied. I shot one last look over my shoulder at Mark before I headed into the house. I wanted them to wonder about me for the rest of the night, try to read into my glances and my words, the way I interacted with them. I wanted to be irresistible for them both. I felt like I was drunk on it, the sheer power of being wanted as badly as they wanted me.
"Well, if you feel like interrupting us again," Mark called after me, "feel free."
"Will do," I replied, then walked out of the pool area and back into the house, closing the door behind me and leaning on it for a moment. My fingertips were on fire, the soles of my feet were prickling with lust and passion. I could feel it coming off them in waves, and even now, I wanted to go back to them and take them up on the offer they had made.
I had a feeling that the self-love tips Cara had shared with me were going to be very useful now that I was back by myself once more.
Chapter 10
How badly do you want it?
There I was at the bar, staring around, trying to catch someone’s eyes. I didn’t care who at that point. I just wanted a man, a man to notice me, to come near me.
I felt like I was going crazy. Being with a woman, it turned out, had only heightened my desire to be with a man. I needed to feel a cock inside of me. Not one of the plastic, detachable ones Cara kept in her bedside cabinet. I needed something real, flesh and blood, the look in his eyes as he took me.
I had been coming out to the bar nearly every single night, and I’d had nothing but bad luck in finding someone to hook up with. I knew how to flirt, that wasn’t the issue. It was getting them to take it a step further I was struggling with.
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