by R. Gay
She sat up, and I watched, still trapped between her legs, as she pulled off the nightgown and tossed it away. Her skin was pale, her muff several shades darker than the pale blonde hair framing her tense face. She climbed off me and lay on her back.
I sat up immediately, shimmied out of my tank and bottoms and climbed between her spread legs, not stopping until my torso completely covered hers. “Your boyfriend’s pretty openminded.”
“He wants to hear all about it. Will you mind if I tell him?”
“You planned this?”
Her smile was pure Cheshire Cat. “He likes to watch, too.”
“Ever do this with a guy…while he watched?”
“Now, that would be cheating.”
I grunted softly at the hint of mischief in her words. “Does he do it with a guy while you watch?”
An eyebrow arched. “My, you do have a dirty mind.”
“Just curious.” The talk was making me more comfortable—enough to really begin enjoying the heat of soft skin and pillowy curves beneath me.
Her eyes narrowed, the outer corners canting higher. “I’ve watched you. You’re quiet, but those big brown eyes of yours don’t miss a thing.”
“That why you always manage to drop something next to my desk?”
“I like you to know what color panties I’m wearing, and you’ve never complained.”
“Maybe I was just being polite.”
“Or maybe you were trying to see if I was wet.”
I pressed my lips together, then gave her the smile she’d worked so hard to coax from me. “You were.”
Her eyes widened innocently. “And here I thought you’d never given this a single thought.”
I didn’t answer. I hadn’t thought about this…exactly, but I’d wanted to know what she looked like naked for a long, long time. I stared down at the breast I kneaded with my hand, and pinched her nipple hard.
Her head tilted back, digging into the mattress, and she gasped hard. “Nice,” she groaned. “All over the awkward part, I see.”
Again, I huffed a breath, wondering how she read me so well. We didn’t know each other, not really, but I did feel more confident. I was ready to give this a try. I scooted down her body, suctioning and biting at her skin, watching her belly jump as I neared her sex.
I paused at her belly button and fucked it with my tongue, swirling inside and pushing against the center as though pressing an ignition button.
And she did catch fire. She gripped my head and pushed me down.
I’d never tasted another woman’s pussy, only my own on my fingers or a lover’s lips. Still, I knew how I liked to be touched. I thumbed apart her lips and slid my tongue along her slit, breathing in her pungent, musky aroma and capturing her salty, creamy flavor.
Her pussy tightened; liquid spilled onto my tongue. Her fingers clawed at my hair, trying to pull me up, but I didn’t want to abandon my exploration.
“Give me yours,” she pleaded.
That I would do. I crawled like a crab, circling my ass around, then spread my knees and lowered my pussy to her face.
Her hands guided me into place, and her lips latched onto my folds and suckled.
Her knees came up. Her hips undulated, a silent plea for me to deepen my search. I pulsed above her head and sighed when fingers stroked my cunt.
Following her lead, I leaned my weight on one elbow, thumbed her clit and tucked my fingers, three of them, inside her. Her lips and entrance clasped and relaxed, over and over, milking my digits. I thrust them deeper and bent to rub my lips over the knot at the top of her sex, peeking from beneath the thin hood. The more I rubbed, the more the hood retracted, exposing her clit. I latched my lips around it and suckled, forgetting the fingers thrusting inside me, the mouth gobbling at my clit, and concentrated on sucking the knot until the rounded head poked out far enough I could work my lips around it. I sucked the mini-cock, flicking it with the point of my tongue inside my mouth, then roughing over the whole bulb with the flat of my tongue while her body quaked and quivered beneath mine.
Her mouth fell away from me. Her hands wrapped around my ass and her body curled, pumping up her hips. Then she shouted, the sound muffled against my inner thigh, and I let go of her clit and withdrew my fingers, calming her with long strokes of my tongue.
I rolled away and sat up, staring at her.
Her hair was spiked, her face wet with my excitement. I bent and sucked her lips, taking the taste of me away when I leaned back.
Her eyes blinked and her smile, this time less confident, tilted the corners of her swollen lips. “Wow.”
I grinned. “Fast learner, I guess.”
“You didn’t…”
“No, but I kinda like being on the bottom when I come.”
“Give me a minute.” Her hand glided along my arm and then she pulled me, bringing me down beside her. We lay facing each other. Her hands stroked my breasts, squeezed my nipples, then slid over the curve of my hip.
Her jagged breathing quieted and the suspense flared hotter as I wondered whether she’d follow through or want to sleep. I was okay either way. My body was boneless, even without an enervating orgasm. I felt as if I’d climbed a mountain or run a long race—triumphant, self-confident, competent.
At last, Debra pushed me on my back. She snagged a pillow from the top of the bed. “Lift up your ass.”
I let her slide it under me, let her arrange my thighs wide apart, hissed when she traced my slit with her fingertips. I took a deep breath and lowered my head to the mattress. I had the feeling I wouldn’t want to waste the energy to hold it up and watch.
“I bet you like to be fucked hard,” she said, starchy humor back in her little-girl voice.
I grunted because she thrust all her fingers inside me and was twisting her hand while her thumb rasped over my clit.
My pussy ached, my entrance stretched. I hadn’t had a big dick in a long time, and her small hand, even curved to fit, was too much.
“Do you like dick? I mean, do you eat it, rub your face on it?”
“Yessss,” I hissed, my hips jerking because she’d crammed impossibly deeper.
“I love to slurp, make a lot of noise. Would you care if I got messy?”
She didn’t wait for an answer, she pulled her hand free and dropped her face between my legs and rolled it in my pussy. When she looked up, her face was wet, streaks of cream clinging to her eyelashes, her cheeks.
Her smile was devilish and I returned it. She crawled up my body and kissed my mouth, and I tasted myself and licked at the cream as she closed her eyes and let me clean her up.
Our breasts were pressed together, her nipples spiking against mine, and she looked down at our chests. “I’ll fuck you. Then I want to come back to suck a while. Will you like that?”
I nodded, beyond words because my body was hot and tense, my pussy drowning.
She edged off the mattress and padded to the same drawer where she’d pulled out the nightgown and lifted a dildo for me to see.
I wasn’t sure if I was happy or disappointed. I’d liked the personal attention, liked her face between my legs, her soft eyelashes grazing my clit, her nose and mouth rubbing in my juices.
She flicked a switch at the base and sauntered toward the bed. I lifted my knees higher and splayed my thighs. Now I wanted to watch, so I grabbed the second pillow to shove beneath my head.
Debra teased my entrance with the gel head, rimming it, just a hint of vibration, but enough to get my pussy sucking.
She pulled the dildo away again and bent to kiss my clit and tongue my pussy lips. “You shave, not a single bristle. Mmmm.”
The tip of the dildo dipped inside again, but swirled only once, then trailed downward toward my ass.
Her cat’s eyes glanced up to catch my gaze. “Yeah, didn’t think I’d use it on your cunt, did you?” She used her thumb and finger to open my tiny entrance, then leaned closer and spat. The dildo swirled over my asshole and twisted around and around, then pushed in
side.
I’d enjoyed anal play with a boyfriend once, so the dildo didn’t shock me. But the vibrations made it different, made it new. She worked it inside in slow, sure strokes then turned up the speed.
I was sweating now, my pussy spasming, clasping air. She knelt between my legs and thrust the plastic cock with one hand and used her tongue and teeth to coax my arousal higher.
My whole body shivered, my legs trembled. I cupped my breasts and rubbed them while she stroked her tongue over my lips and fucked my ass. When her mouth latched on to my clit and sucked, I came—so hard my eyes squeezed shut and my breath caught. Everywhere she stroked and licked and bit was too hard, too much—and absolutely perfect.
She eased me down with gentle kisses and long swipes of her tongue over the length of my pussy. The dildo left, leaving my ass a little sore but pulsing along with the waning convulsions that rippled up my vagina.
Debra kissed my belly then came up my body, resting her head between my breasts. “I knew we’d be good.”
My hands petted her spiky hair. My thighs cupped the sides of hers. We lay shaken and gasping. I wished we had another day and night to stay inside this room and explore this…thing… we had.
“You know, we should set an early alarm.”
“Yeah, work.” I mumbled, not able to deal with verbal communication just yet.
“If we get this bid, I bet Sanders will think we make a good team.”
A smile tugged at my lips as I followed her train of thought.
“He’d send us on more client meet and greets. More presentations.” She lifted her head and caught the edge of her bottom lip between her teeth. “That is, if you’d like to do this again.”
I cradled her face between my hands. “I’ll be your ‘out-oftowner,’ Deb.”
“Whew!” She wrinkled her nose. “Thought maybe you weren’t that into this.”
I rolled my eyes. “You didn’t hear that little scream?”
“No, you were gasping, but no moans or screams. Thought I wasn’t getting it.”
“I didn’t have the breath to do it out loud.”
She smiled wickedly, and her eyelids drooped. “Liked it that much, did you?”
“Guess you’ll have to prove it wasn’t a fluke.”
“We really should sleep,” she said, waggling her eyebrows. “Can’t be yawning in front of the Advantage guys.”
I couldn’t help the laugh. We were anything but tired. “We’ll sleep. After.”
Our lips suctioned together, greedily, each of us moaning into the other’s mouth.
Debra lifted her head. “I think…you won’t mind so much if he watches.” A hand slipped between my legs; fingers entered my cunt and tunneled deep.
“He can offer suggestions,” I gasped, rolling my hips to fuck the swirling digits.
“But no touching.” Her lips curved, the dimple sinking deep.
I reached up and kissed the end of her snub nose. “Nope. That would be cheating.”
REBEL GIRL
Kirsty Logan
He grabs a fistful of Evie’s hair as he comes, pulling her close to his chest, whispering guttural curses into the side of her neck. His cock thrusts deeper into her, the ridge of the head rubbing her in just the right place, and she’s so close, just one more…but he’s already growing soft inside her, the condom puckered and wet.
She rolls off him, starts digging through her skirt pocket for her lighter and tobacco. He’s wriggling back into his clothes, all elbows and legs in the cramped backseat. Evie rolls her cigarette expertly, fingers twisting and tightening like a magic trick as she looks out of the sweat-blurred windows at the car parked next to theirs. She hopes Katia is having more success with her man.
She can see vague shapes, knees raised and palms pressing out for balance. She imagines Katia, head thrust back and tits pushed out, sliding her slick cunt up and down on the endlessly hard cock. She tells herself she’s only thinking these things because she’s jealous, because Katia gets to ride her way to an explosive orgasm and Evie does not.
Katia has a mouth on her nipple and a cock in her cunt and she’s moaning, “Oh, yes, oh, fuck, oh, yes.” She’s so close, almost cresting the wave, almost crowning the hill, and she feels the blood drain from her brain to her clit. He comes, grunting an approximation of her name, and collapses with his head on her chest. She squirms under him, trying for release, but he’s wrinkling away to nothing and the feeling has gone.
The backseat is sticky with sex and sweat. Katia feels around on the floor for her bra, wishing he’d wake up and get off her so she can get some air. The summer is humid, so hot she sweats in a bra and shorts, her skin always reddened and slightly swollen from the heat. Over the top of his head, the sweat-dampened curls behind his ear, she can see the car parked beside theirs. The windows are opaque with smoke, and it’s stopped juddering on its chassis. Katia imagines Evie, sated and soaking into the leather fabric of the backseat, a slow smile on her face. Katia is sure Evie just had the best orgasm of her life; she is sure every single one of Evie’s orgasms is the best of her life.
All four of them are sprawled on the hoods of the cars—boys on one, girls on the other. They listen to the lullaby of the motorway and stare up at the dirty orange sky. The night air smells hot and dense. Beneath a low moon, the town cowers: smokestacks, parking lots, roundabouts. Everything has washed out to gray. Katia and Evie share a cigarette, ringing the filter with sticky lip-gloss in varying shades of pink.
Katia smokes like she’s sucking a cock, slow and deliberate, a performance. She knows Evie is watching her, and she arches her body slightly on the hood so Evie can see the curve of her back-hips-tits. Katia knows Evie has a crush on her because she’s older and always has a boyfriend. Katia has a crush on Evie too, because she has high round tits and a rosebud mouth and makes amazing noises when she fucks. Evie likes Katia because she is jaded, and Katia likes Evie because she is not.
The boys are still looking up at the sky, but they start to make grumbling noises. They want cigarettes, beer, music. They start jingling the car keys in their pockets, but the road down the hill is pitted and neither car’s suspension makes any difference.
Without conferring, the girls slide off the hood, their skirts riding up and flashing their brightly colored thongs. Hand in hand, they walk down the winding hill toward the beacon of the all-night garage.
Wearing sunglasses inside at night makes Evie feel like a movie star. They aren’t just a conceit: the fluorescents inside the garage are blinding after the dim glow of the car’s interior light. Evie’s calves are itching and gray from the dusty path, her skirt stuck to her thighs with sweat. The garage’s air-conditioning is cold enough to make her nipples harden, and she crosses her arms over her chest so the guy behind the counter can’t see. She paws through the meager collection of wares. Tree-shaped air fresheners, trees on the labels of the mineral water, Country Life magazines full of trees. It’s fucking stupid: nothing around here even resembles a tree.
Katia snorts, and Evie looks up. Katia is standing, arms akimbo, face raised to the top shelf of the magazine rack. She waits for Evie to walk over then grabs an armful of the magazines. Evie looks over Katia’s shoulder at the plastic-wrapped covers showing girls with glazed eyes and black bars over their nipples. She’s close enough to smell Katia’s hair: sweet fruity shampoo under bitter hairspray. Katia pulls one of the magazines out of the plastic bag and flips through it. Every page is a different girl, her hair dyed and legs spread. There are no black bars on the inside pages, and the girls’ cunts are spread open, the bull’s-eye of every image.
Evie’s clit throbs. The images aren’t sexy, but she can’t stop staring at the honesty of their open legs. Their tits are clearly fake, high on their ribs and beach ball–tight. But their cunts are pure truth: wet and pink, like steak freshly cut. Evie wonders whether Katia’s clit is throbbing too.
Katia is pretty sure she knows more about Evie’s sexual tastes from those blu
rry glimpses through the car window than her own boyfriend. Although Evie is acting like she’s totally unfazed by the array of cunts, Katia knows otherwise. She can tell by the way Evie is shifting her weight from one leg to the other, the way she’s chewing on her lip, the loudening of her breath. When Evie walked over to the magazine rack, Katia could see her nipples through the thin fabric of her bikini top. Katia knows that Evie can probably see her nipples too, but she doesn’t give a shit. She doesn’t even care if the perv behind the counter can see. Katia has great tits, and she knows it, and so the whole fucking world can stare.
Katia jams the magazines back onto the top shelf and turns to Evie. She looks stoned, pupils huge and mouth hanging slack. Katia pulls Evie’s chin, opening her mouth farther, imagining it will snap back and start rolling up window blind–style like in a cartoon. It’s meant to be a joke, but standing there with her heat-swollen hands on Evie’s jaw she can see the tiny lines of her lip, can feel the stickiness of her lip-gloss on the tip of her thumb, and it doesn’t feel very funny. Katia is suddenly aware of the buzzing fluorescents, the dust itching her legs, the slow stare of the man behind the counter. Her clit feels swollen, her nipples tight. All the pressure in the air seems to coalesce between her legs.
She knows what she should do: let go of Evie, buy cigarettes for the boys, go back out into the dusty night and climb the hill back to that sweaty backseat. She takes Evie’s hand and leads her out the back door of the garage.
Walking outside feels like crawling under a blanket. The air is hot and completely still, and Evie can feel the sweat already prickling on the small of her back. She hopes her palms won’t feel wet against Katia’s. Her whole body feels tight, her skin as thin as an expanding balloon.
They forgot to buy the cigarettes, and Evie is about to mention it when Katia spins her around and presses her up against the brick wall of the garage and slides her tongue into Evie’s mouth. All the blood rushes out of Evie’s head. She kisses Katia back just to stay standing. The atmosphere is so humid she can barely take a breath, the air like cotton wool in her lungs.