They kissed each other eagerly, their naked bodies drying off slowly as they inversely began to get wet. Their breasts were rubbing against each other and their nipples were hard, both fighting the impulse to touch the other with their hands. Kim sat up and turned around, presenting her wet vagina to Diana’s face as she leaned over her twat. Kim sucked hard on Diana’s clit, letting her tongue flick it from side to side inside her mouth as Diana moaned into her pussy.
Diana lapped at Kim’s womanhood greedily, sticking her tongue into her wet vagina repeatedly, tasting her sweet juices. She then let her tongue slide upward to lick the rim of Kim’s ass, occasionally probing her rosebud with it. Kim began moaning madly, and made the mistake of grabbing Diana’s thighs to keep herself from falling over. Diana started laughing.
“I guess you lose, slave.” She said, as Kim turned back to face her.
“You just got lucky.” She responded, rolling her eyes playfully. “So what would you like me to do for you?” She ended the question with a flick on Diana’s clit, making her smile.
“Get the duffel bag. I have a surprise for you.”
Kim was gone and back in moments, duffel bag in hand, curious as she passed it to Diana, who was sitting up on the bed. Diana opened a side compartment that Kim hadn’t noticed before, bringing out a large strap-on.
“I call him the yes man.”
Kim laughed as Diana got off the bed, strapping “the yes man” around her waist. It was flesh colored, eight inches in length and one and a half inches thick.
“Hands and knees on the bed.”
Kim complied, sticking her ass in the air in Diana’s direction as Diana lubed the yes man.
“You never told me you had a strap on.” Kim said teasingly, holding her breath as she waited for the massive plastic head to penetrate her, which it did mere seconds later, Diana easing it slowly into her. The head was huge and stretched Kim’s vagina wide, and she gasped as more and more of it slid into her.
“You never needed to know before today.” Diana answered, pausing as she shoved the entire length of it inside her. She slapped Kim on the ass with a laugh, beginning to go in and out of her with regular, even strokes, one hand squeezing Kim’s ass as she rubbed her own tit, playing with her nipple.
“Do you like the yes man?” she said, panting.
“Yes,” Kim whispered, moaning heavily, her hands trembling as she struggled to remain on hands and knees.
“I didn’t hear you!” Diana shouted, slapping Kim on the ass as she picked up pace.
“I love the yes man!” Kim shouted back, punctuating the declaration with a loud moan of pleasure. Her hands gave way under her, and she plopped her head onto the bed, her ass still sticking out in the air, Diana ramming the large dildo into her enthusiastically.
Diana had taken hold of Kim’s hips with both hands, pushing herself as deep as she could go into her, listening to her moan in ecstasy. She fucked her long and hard, coming out almost entirely before shoving the plastic cock deep into her.
Kim was flipped onto her back as she continued to moan loudly, spreading her legs wide to wrap them around Diana’s slender waist. Diana continued to fuck her hard, using her thumb to rub Kim’s clit at the same time. Overwhelmed, Kim orgasmed, arching her back sharply as her toes curled and gush after gush of vaginal juice made its way out of her, her vaginal sphincter clamping and constricting in waves.
Diana looked down at her drenched roommate happily, fucking her slowly as Kim tried to push her off.
“I can’t take anymore.” Kim said breathlessly, struggling to focus her eyes as she panted, her weak hands applying pressure on Diana’s chest. An orgasmic aftershock rocked her then, and she yelled out, struggling to move back on the bed and escape Diana’s determined onslaught.
“I thought you were supposed to be my slave?” Diana said, moving up on the bed as Kim nodded timidly.
“Suck your juices off this.” She commanded, shoving the dick into Kim’s partly open mouth. Kim obeyed diligently, sucking and licking the dildo clean. She looked up at Diana anxiously, curious as to what she would want her to do next.
“Good. Good. That’s a good girl.” Diana said, stroking Kim’s head and pushing back hair from her face. She took off the strap on and threw it in the direction of the duffel bag. Lying back on the headboard, she added “Now, I want you to lick me like an ice cream cone.”
Kim smiled at that, obligingly running her tongue roughly over Diana’s wet slit. She slipped two fingers inside Diana without warning, making Diana gasp, her mouth going to work on the swollen and sensitive clitoris of her lover. She licked and fingered her until Diana came, screaming in pleasure.
They lay side by side for a while, breathing hard, the sheets drenched in their sweat and cum. Their eyes were both closed peacefully, smiling in contemplative silence. After taking their time to recover in silence, they had their second shower of the day together, helping each other to get clean as they played with the soap and water.
When they finally got dressed and retrieved the clothes they had left on the platform, Diana busied herself trying to find something to eat for lunch as Kim disappeared back into the rooms. Diana succeeded in making two large sandwiches, with a glass of orange juice for each of them.
Kim came back with a small plastic bag in her hand, settling herself on the sofa as she laid the bag on the table. She let the weed spill out of the bag and pinched some off make a fat joint, focused intently as she licked and sealed it.
“Hurry up and come over before I smoke this whole joint solo,” Kim yelled.
“I could really use some help carrying this shit to the sitting room, you know?” Diana responded, entering the sitting space with two plates in hand. “Juices are still on the counter.”
Kim grabbed the plates from her, setting them on the table she had just cleared. She sat herself down next to Diana, snuggling into her as she removed the lighter from her pocket. The blunt came to life with an orange glow at one end, Kim taking a long draw from the other. She passed it on as she held the smoke in her lungs.
“I forgot to ask you for an ash tray.” Kim said, smoke escaping her lips as she spoke.
“Ashtray? I don’t know. I haven’t seen any lying around... Just grab a cup, we’ll wash it later,” Diana responded, taking a long draw. Kim went into the kitchen area and came back with a cup from one of the cabinets, light on her feet as a little of the buzz kicked in.
“This is good shit.” Diana said, coughing as she passed back the blunt.
“Yeah. Jake is a total asshole, but he smokes some really good shit.”
They giggled as if Kim had made a joke, lying back on opposite sides of the sofa, facing each other.
“You want to watch a movie?” Diana asked, grabbing a remote from a side table.
“Maybe later. I just want to chill out right now. Talk. Stare into your bright blue eyes,” Kim responded, making Diana blush as she placed the remote back on the side table.
“Tell me more about this Alex guy. You said he was some billionaire’s son but you never told me the story of how you guys met,” Kim added further, smiling expectantly.
“Yes I did!” Diana countered, taking the cup and blunt as it was passed back to her again. “You probably just forgot because of all the pot you smoke with your hippie friends.”
“I’m not saying it’s true, I’m not saying it’s not, but would you care to refresh my memory then, oh beautiful and wise one?” They both giggled as Diana threw a small pillow at her, the mellow high settling in.
“Ok. I’ll tell the story again. Just this once. And if you ask me to do it again I’m confiscating all your lovely kush.“
Kim burst out laughing, clutching her stomach as she fought to control herself. “You can try,” she finally croaked, “But I don’t see that ending well for you.”
Diana frowned, crossing her arms across her chest. “Those are the conditions. If you don’t want to hear the story you can keep laughing.”
“Drama queen,” Kim commented, pulling a face. “But ok, ok. Never again.”
“Good. It was a Saturday night, and I was reasonably drunk, clubbing with Stacy at the Red Velvet, as usual, having a good time. Some guy starts hitting on her when we come off the dance floor and get ourselves a table, and he and his boy start buying us round after round of drinks. Stacy is usually the cool-headed one, so she normally acts as my compass, but she must have been really feeling this guy because she was downing shots like a pro. And me being me, I was following her lead. Soon we’re both really fucked up, dancing like crazy with those two guys, who must have been just as drunk as we are. The guy I’m with starts groping me and shit, being a little too handsy, so I tell him to fuck off. He ignores me, or doesn’t hear… the music was pretty loud. He just keeps grabbing at my ass and tits, so I tell him to fuck off again. He doesn’t stop though, and I decide to just fucking leave him there and go back to the table, but no, the guy grabs me by the waist and pulls me to him. I was reeeaally drunk, so it’s enough to make me barf on some bald black guy who was dancing next to us, blowing a whole chunk of puke on his shirt. The guy I’ve puked on gets real pissed and he turns around yelling, ‘What the fuck!’ above the music.
“The DJ, in his ultimate wisdom, decides that he’d better turn off the music, and everything goes silent as guys try to figure out what’s going down. The guys next to us had already noticed the commotion, so there was a small circle forming around us as the big guy takes his shirt off. And the guy was ripped! Like body-builder ripped. And he holds up his shirt, looking at the guy I was dancing with, and he says, “Look at what your fucking bitch did to me.” The pussy ass bitch I was with decides I’m not worth getting beat up for, so he goes all, ‘I’m sorry dude, but she ain’t my bitch. I just met her man, I don’t even know her fucking name...’ grovel, grovel, grovel, backing away into the crowd. I’m still not quite sober, and I’m still pissed that the guy was so touchy, so I yell out, ‘You asshole! I am so dumping your ass!’
“The black guy thinks that the guy was lying to him, so he punches him anyway, knocking him out, and I start laughing. The guy then grabs me by the hand, and Stacy, who had come to stand by my side as soon as she saw what was going on, tries to slap his hand away. She gets a slap to the face. I start hitting him all crazy-like, and he tries to slap me, but his hand is held back by someone behind him. Alex. My knight in shining armor. He looks back and sees that Alex is smaller than him so he makes a fist and raises it to punch him, but then he notices all the bouncers standing behind Alex. Alex tells him to fuck off, and the guy gets escorted out of the club, shirtless and smelling of puke. Alex takes me and Stacy up into VIP, and we got to know each other better as I sobered up. He said he’d forgive me for puking on his dance floor if I gave him my number. So I did. The End.”
Kim was laughing hysterically by the end of the story, clutching her stomach as she tried to get control herself. Diana was smiling pleasantly.
“You forgot the part where you forgot everything that happened, and he had to remind you.” Kim said between laughs, amused at Diana’s expense.
“And that’s the last time I’m telling that story, so you had better laugh your heart out, and get it over with.” Diana responded, grabbing her sandwich as the munchies kicked in. “But it’s not THAT funny, so chill out or you’re going to be the first person in history to die from laughing too hard,” she added between mouthfuls.
Kim got hold of herself by taking several deep breaths, still smiling as she imagined the whole thing taking place. “Wish I’d come out with you that night.” She said finally, taking a sip of her juice. “That would definitely have been worth all the noise and congestion.”
Diana slapped her knee playfully, telling her off, “And you’re hippie bonfires in the forest are soooo perfect right?”
“Peace and Love,” Kim replied, gulping down the last of her juice. She brought the bag of weed out as if to prove her point, pushing her empty plate away to make space to roll another joint.
“You’re not really thinking of smoking another one now, are you?” Diana asked, still high from the previous joint.
“You have a better idea?” Kim responded, her fingers still busy with the rolling paper.
“I spotted some wine at the back of the fridge if you want to have a drink,” Diana countered. “I seem to remember something you said about wine once...” She let the statement hang in the air, and Kim smiled, consenting with a nod of her head as she tucked the finished blunt into her pocket.
They threw the dirty dishes into the sink and brought the wine out, pouring themselves generous portions. Carrying it back to the sitting room area, half the bottle was gone in no time as they traded stories.
“You don’t think he’ll mind us opening the bottle without him, do you?” Kim asked as an afterthought.
“He shouldn’t have left it in the open if he didn’t expect it to be drunk.” Diana replied convincingly, nodding to herself as she weighed her words. “And this is the cheap stuff anyway,” she continued, “He owns a fucking club! He’s bound to have loads of liquor hidden somewhere in this house.”
“You want to go look for it?” Kim asked, draining the last of the bottle into her glass. Diana answered by standing up, a little off balanced; the highs mixing in a nice buzz. She picked up her glass and headed off down the hallway, not bothering to see if Kim was following.
They found what they assumed to be the master bedroom locked, the four other rooms having nothing particularly special in them. They found themselves in one of these, empty wine glasses forgotten, petting and fondling each other with passion until Diana said she had to go pee.
“Quick. I need to knock wine off my list!” Kim yelled as Diana disappeared past the door. She picked up the wine glasses as she headed off to the kitchen, determined to search for props in the fridge. Her search was interrupted by the sound of someone fiddling with the keyhole, opening the door.
CHAPTER 5: The Man Of The House
“Damn.” Kim blurted. “She said you were cute, but I think she forgot to tell me how hot you were.”
Alex closed the door behind him with a smile, placing the large paper bag he had in one hand on the counter. He reached out his hand, kissing the back of Kim’s with a flattering bow.
“Thank you, but don’t think anything of it, she forgot to tell me she had such a beautiful friend too.”
Kim blushed, surveying him from head to toe. Alex was a tall, about 5’ 9”, with a head of sleek black hair that he tied back in a pony tail, his facial hair trimmed into a tamed mustache and goatee. He had the same piercing blue eyes as Diana, and wore an easy smile.
“Where’s Diana?” he asked, his voice a smooth tenor that was meant for seduction.
“She’s in the loo... She should be out in a few,” Kim said, smiling as she noticed the rhyme.
“And everyone else?” He asked.
“You said you didn’t want your place trashed didn’t you?” Kim responded with a laugh. “It’s only me and Diana, and I’m only here in case you’re some deranged psychopath who lures women to his cabin to rape and kill them.” He laughed at the joke, the sound of it making Kim laugh herself, though she was half-serious.
“And you two started the party without me I see,” Alex said, looking around at the bottle on the table and the dirty dishes in the sink.
“We didn’t think you’d mind,” Kim replied quickly, walking over to the sitting area as Diana made her appearance.
“Alex!!!” she screamed with delight, jumping on him in a warm hug as he spun her around, a few inches off the ground.
“What’s this?” Diana said when she was finally put down, pointing at the paper bag.
“Re-enforcements. I wasn’t sure if the cabin stock would last us the weekend.” He opened the bag and brought out a couple of whiskies and two six packs, setting them on top of the counter. “I thought you’d invite more people.”
Diana laughed, wrapping her arms
round one of his, “ I thought a quiet weekend would be better.”
He grinned down at her, lifting her off her feet as he carried her to the sofa. He sat down carefully, dropping her on his lap as he grabbed the remote.
“I see you guys have ignored the joys of television.” He said with a laugh, turning it on and switching to a music channel. House music boomed from the surround sound.
Kim, who had been sitting quietly all the while, brought out the blunt from her pocket, holding it up for Alex to see, adding triumphantly “We were too busy focused on the joys of mother Earth.”
Alex laughed, nodding his assent as Kim lit it up.
“Can you grab me a beer, babe?” He whispered in Diana’s ear, admiring her ass as she walked over to the counter. Kim coughed, and he turned his head to notice the outstretched spliff.
“Thanks,” he said, taking a long pull on it as Diana came back with his beer. “You must be Kimberley the roommate, the pot head?”
Diana laughed, covering Alex’s mouth with her hand. “I never said pot head, you idiot. I just said you like to smoke a lot, Kim.” Diana looked at Kim with a smile that Kim couldn’t help but return. She took a long draw of the blunt before passing it back to Kim, who was watching the couple intently.
For reasons she couldn’t explain, she felt a twinge of jealousy as she noted how fondly they regarded each other, Alex’s hand resting comfortably on the small of Diana’s back as she sat on him, both of them beaming like they had just found a pot of gold. Is she this happy with me? Kim found herself thinking. She pushed the thought away, realizing how stupid it was, especially since she was the plus one in his house. She passed him the blunt.
“Diana tells me you’re in the club business. How exciting,” Kim said conversationally.
“Yeah, I own a couple of clubs in the city. My dad used to bitch that I was wasting my time and money trying to be a party boy, but he shut up as soon as he saw the returns.... But it’s not as exciting as you might think because you can’t exactly get drunk and party with everyone else. It does have its perks though, like meeting interesting people.” He ended the statement with a kiss on Diana’s cheek.
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