Brenna couldn’t hold in her light grin. “Panties.”
Jenelle gave her head a conspiratorial tilt. “And I bet you’re wearing them right now.”
“I am,” Brenna confirmed, feeling drunker by the second.
“Which pair?” Damon asked.
“It’s…a surprise,” she said, teasing him the same way he’d teased her about surprises.
“I bet you went with…classic black,” Jenelle offered, “to go with that killer dress.”
“We did get a black pair, but I think she went with the red,” Damon decided. “Since I ruined her last red ones.”
Brenna let out another short laugh, since they were both wrong—but said nothing.
Until finally Jenelle reached across Brenna, slipping her red, polished nails into the side slit of Brenna’s dress and pushing it toward her hip to reveal a swatch of fabric—the front of her leopard-print thong.
“Oh my God, you totally match my dress,” Jenelle exclaimed, and Brenna was trying to fight the surge of moisture between her thighs even as Damon laughed and Jenelle went on. “Mine match your dress, too—so maybe we should trade,” she said on a giggle. “See?” Then rose to her knees and lifted her dress to show off her own thong, this one of pretty black lace.
Damon shifted, too—moving to shut the curtain.
“What are you doing?” Brenna asked.
Damon arched one eyebrow. “Well, if we’re gonna start showing each other our panties, it’s probably time to close it. Unless you want me to leave it open.”
“No,” Brenna said. Because it only made sense. Because both she and Jenelle’s dresses were pulled up high enough to show their thongs. Even though she wasn’t sure exactly how that had happened.
When Damon adjusted the curtain at the foot of the bed, the space seemed to grow smaller, more intimate. And even though they could still hear the music beyond, people laughing, and the occasional moan or groan from another bed, it still felt very much as if the three of them were alone.
Which is when Jenelle, still upright on her knees, leaned across Brenna to reach for the wine bottle, already needing a refill—but lost her balance and fell forward, across Brenna’s lap.
All three of them laughed, but Brenna felt more aroused than amused. She’d never been attracted to another woman before, but Jenelle’s slender body stretching across hers made her pussy tingle still more maddeningly. And hadn’t she also felt unwittingly aroused each time she saw those billboards with barely dressed women? Hadn’t she gotten aroused watching all those topless showgirls with Damon earlier, thinking once more about how on display sex was here? When you were so surrounded by beautiful people, men and women, didn’t it all somehow mix and gel together? Wasn’t it all arousing? Hell, like it or not, even Kelly’s touch on the day she’d hoisted Brenna’s breasts upward had gotten her a little hot.
“Sorry,” Jenelle said, still giggling, bracing her hands on the red velvet in order to raise up.
But when she did, something strange happened. She stopped mid-sway, hovering directly over Brenna, and let her gaze drop to Brenna’s chest. And when Jenelle spoke, her voice had dropped an octave. “Are those…as pretty as I think they are?”
Brenna could smell the fragrance of Jenelle’s shampoo as a lock of the other girl’s long, voluminous hair brushed the ridge of her breast. She could barely breathe at the question, finally saying, “You’d…have to ask Damon about that.”
They both shifted their eyes to find that pure animal heat had invaded his gaze. “Yes, they are,” he said definitively. And as Jenelle eased back down onto the bed, her tan shapely legs stretched out beside her, Damon reclined next to Brenna, sliding his palm onto her torso. “Why don’t I show you,” he suggested.
Brenna thought about protesting, but the truth was, she didn’t want to. She’d told herself she was ready for whatever the night held, and she couldn’t deny being curious, intrigued, to see where this most forbidden encounter would lead. So she simply watched as Damon used both hands to slip her dress off her shoulders, then dipped his fingers into the molded black satin that held her breasts, easing it down until they were fully bared, her nipples pink and erect.
Her gaze slid to Jenelle’s, but their eyes didn’t meet. Jenelle already studied her naked breasts, the tip of her tongue slipping out to touch her upper lip. Brenna’s heart beat madly, passionately.
Only after a long, tantalizing moment did Jenelle’s eyes finally lift to her face. “Can I kiss them?”
Brenna felt lost in a sea of confusing lust. She didn’t know how far to take this or what she wanted or how she would feel afterward.
Helpless, she looked to Damon—but he didn’t appear confused at all. He met her gaze darkly, and he moved his lips to say one word: yes.
Damon wanted this. Wanted to see her with another girl.
And what Damon wanted, she wanted.
Because she loved to please him, loved to excite him, and right now—this night, this minute—nothing else mattered.
“Yes,” she said and listened to the low groan of satisfaction from Damon as Jenelle bent toward her.
Jenelle’s tongue raked gently across one turgid nipple, light and airy—and hot.
Brenna gasped with pleasure—the lick had felt just like when Damon did it, only softer somehow, and it was strangely thrilling to know it had come from another woman.
Then Jenelle did as she’d promised, bestowing a simple, gentle kiss to the peak of the same breast—before closing her mouth over it to tenderly suckle. The pull of her feminine lips shot straight to Brenna’s cunt, and when she shifted her gaze from Jenelle to Damon and their eyes met, his pinning her in place with more fire than she’d ever witnessed there before—God, it felt like entering a forbidden heaven.
Moving to the other nipple, Jenelle closed both soft hands around the outer curves of Brenna’s breasts, warmly massaging—and still Brenna looked to Damon, even as she sighed, even as she moaned, her eyes dropping shut at the sheer pleasure Jenelle delivered.
Damon reached to hold Jenelle’s hair back, clearly wanting to see her lick and suckle Brenna. And Brenna wanted…everything. She wanted every sensation, every touch—she wanted to feel all a person could feel. She wanted Damon, she wanted Jenelle. She wanted to quit thinking and lose herself in pleasure.
And that’s exactly what she did.
Damon leaned in to kiss her other breast, so that both were being suckled simultaneously. Oh God, she’d never experienced such a barrage of pure physical joy as when she arched her breasts upward, deeper into their mouths, attempting to pull the hot sensations inward.
Damon’s ministrations were harder, more masculine, the stubble on his chin gently chafing her tender flesh, while Jenelle’s lips worked soft and sweet, her every move more feminine. Brenna heard her breath growing more ragged as the physical delights assailed her, radiating down through her torso into her panties.
When Damon finally released her breast from his mouth, his lush lips shone wet, his eyes falling half shut in passion. He raised, kissing her lips, and…mmm, yes—as well tended as her breasts currently were, she needed to feel more, in other places.
Next Jenelle rose, too—bending to kiss Brenna’s welcoming mouth while Damon watched. Just like on her breast, Jenelle’s kiss was inexorably softer as she slanted her lips across Brenna’s lips first one way, then another.
Which is when Damon moved back in to initiate a scintillating three-way that Brenna felt all the way to her toes. Their tongues all met, licking delicately at one another, until Brenna felt hands pushing their way up beneath her dress’s hem. Damon’s or Jenelle’s? It was thrilling not to know for sure, but she concluded they belonged to her man since she soon realized they felt larger, slightly rougher.
Both her companions pulled back then, rising onto their knees, and Jenelle bent to push Brenna’s dress up, biting her lip as she studied Brenna’s panties, now fully displayed. “So sexy,” she breathed, grazing her fingertips across
the front, just above Brenna’s mound. Brenna sucked in her breath at the skitter of sensation and heard herself whisper, “Please.”
Please hurry. Please don’t stop. Please keep making me feel good.
“You can have whatever you want, babe,” Damon said, his voice soft, deep—adding, “Lift your ass for me.”
Planting her heels on the bed, she raised, letting Damon peel her new panties down while Jenelle studied her freshly revealed cunt, audibly sighing at the sight. “Mmm, so pretty.”
Brenna wasn’t sure she’d ever really thought of her pussy that way before, but Damon had used the same word for it, too, and she decided that—yes, it was pretty. In its own special way.
Tossing the leopard-print thong aside, Damon gently parted her legs wide, making her feel her own wetness as he put her wantonly on display.
“Pretty and pink,” Jenelle cooed, her voice thick with flirtation.
“Pretty and pink and delicious,” Damon added, his gaze on Brenna’s—and then he glanced to Jenelle. “Hold her open for me.”
Brenna’s heart pounded harder at the command, especially when Jenelle used both hands to tenderly part the lips of Brenna’s cunt wider than they already were.
And when Damon sank his mouth there—oh God, it was almost more pleasure than she could bear. She found herself clutching at the velvet at either side of her, clawing her fingernails into it as she lifted her pussy to meet Damon’s thorough licks.
Soon, Jenelle left Damon on his own and returned to Brenna’s breasts, running her soft hands over them, teasing the sensitive pink peaks between her fingertips, and again dropping down to lick and suck her.
She heard her own cries of joy and vaguely wondered if they echoed beyond the compartment but didn’t care enough to stop. Being pleasured by two people truly delivered twice as many hot delights and took her passions to incredible new heights. Her whole body undulated with desire, her breasts rising to meet Jenelle’s hands and mouth, her pussy driving upward to meet Damon’s skilled tongue. She’d lost control and felt as if she were being tossed about on a sea of pure pleasure, as if it battered her from all directions.
“Oh God, oh God,” she heard herself breathe. Now Damon sucked on her clit and even plunged two fingers inside her moisture. “Oh!” she sobbed at their hot entry, and then she fucked them, along with his mouth, still absorbing Jenelle’s hot licks across her nipples.
“Oh…oh God, baby—yes, yes.” She was so close to coming, and she almost didn’t even want to, because she wanted to keep feeling like this forever. But at the same time, as she looked past the fall of Jenelle’s coppery hair to where her lips closed over Brenna’s engorged nipple, her feminine hand cupping Brenna’s other breast, and down to Damon, whose gaze met hers even as his mouth was buried between her legs—she knew she couldn’t hold back. “Oh baby,” she purred, looking into those dark, sexy eyes.
She said nothing more. But at the same time, she thought she’d just said everything. I love this. I love you. I need you. Make me come. Make me come.
And then the climax ripped through her at the speed of light, pulsing wildly through her whole body, forcing her eyes shut, making her cry out even louder than before as the hot waves of pleasure carried her to someplace new—before finally lowering her back to the red velvet bed where she’d just indulged in the most scandalous encounter of her existence.
Jenelle was sweetly kissing her mouth, smiling sensually into her eyes, while Damon rained tiny kisses just above the dark curls covering her pussy, up to her navel.
“Mmm, was it nice?” Jenelle asked.
There were simply no words to describe what she’d just experienced. And now that the orgasm had let her come back down to earth, the whole thing felt…surreal. Her, with another girl? And Damon? At the same time?
But the return of sanity didn’t make it any easier to deny that she’d enjoyed the naughty indulgence more than she could easily understand. “God, yes,” she finally managed.
Jenelle caressed Brenna’s breasts some more and looked sincerely pleased. “Mmm, I’m glad.”
And Brenna still liked her so very much, thought her so very sweet, even if they lived in entirely different worlds—because, after all, Brenna’s world seemed to be edging closer to Jenelle’s with each passing day. So it seemed only fair to say to her new friend, “Now it’s your turn.”
Jenelle bit her lip, cast a sexy smile, and kissed Brenna one more time.
Of course, Brenna didn’t have the faintest idea how to proceed—she only knew she wanted to bring Jenelle the pleasure she’d come out tonight seeking, and that Damon would help her.
Reaching gingerly up behind Jenelle’s neck, Brenna located a fabric tie and pulled, causing the top of Jenelle’s dress to drop gently to her waist.
“Oh my,” Brenna whispered at the sight of Jenelle’s perfect breasts. Large and round, they possessed no tan lines and stood pertly on their own. Probably enhanced, she figured, but if so, Jenelle had gotten her money’s worth.
Still, it was more curiosity than desire that led her hands upward to gently curve around the outer sides of both breasts. Soft and firm in her palms, the touch sent a fresh new lust careening through Brenna. Whether she really desired another woman or not, she couldn’t say—she thought much of her excitement might be from simply daring to do something so wild or from sensing how much Damon was enjoying it.
A thought that drew her gaze to his.
“Kiss them,” he told her.
And she obeyed, her natural response now being always to please him, whatever it took.
Lifting her head from the black and purple pillows, she gently kissed the tip of Jenelle’s mauve nipple, listened to her new friend’s pretty sigh and Damon’s soft groan, and let the sounds flow all through her. The sensation of the small, hard bead of flesh against her lips sent a fresh current of electricity crackling across her skin.
Be bolder, a little voice inside her said. For Damon. Thrill him. Thrill him more than he thinks you’re even capable of thrilling him.
Biting her lip, Brenna sat upright, curled her hands around Jenelle’s shoulders, and pushed her gently to her back on the bed, reversing their positions. Then she paused, only for a second, struck by how beautiful Jenelle looked lying topless with her hair fanning across the velvet.
Brenna drew in her breath, then dove headlong into being the hot, aggressive creature she wanted to become for her man. On her knees now, her dress still gathered at her hips, her own tits still exposed, she bent toward Jenelle, closing her mouth over the turgid pink peak of the lovely girl’s breast. Satisfaction roared through her when Jenelle gasped, then moaned, deeply. Brenna’s whole body tingled as she began to suck, gently at first, testing the feel of the rigid nipple on the flat of her tongue, the flesh surrounding it filling her mouth.
As she suckled, she let her hand close over Jenelle’s other breast, exploring, massaging. How strange and heady to be with another woman this way, she thought, still pulling on the nipple deep, deep. Jenelle’s breast in her hand was smooth and flawless, like a perfectly round little mountain topped with a hard pearl that grazed Brenna’s palm as she kneaded the flesh around it.
Behind her, Damon watched. She knew because of the low, heated groans that left him, even as his hands molded over her ass, his thumbs stretching inward, inward, toward the center, building in her a whole new sort of desire, something deep and strange and wanton.
And in that moment, she knew she did desire another woman. Yes, this was about pleasing Damon—but even independent of that yearning, the pleasure she took from Jenelle’s body was more than merely peripheral. Jenelle’s breasts were so lovely, creating in her a fever she’d only ever before experienced with a guy. And she wanted more of them somehow, needed to reap more hot pleasure for herself, and so she ceased her sucking, ceased her caresses—and instead shifted slightly upward, to lower her own breasts atop Jenelle’s and rub their tits together.
Jenelle’s impassioned sigh fille
d their lavish compartment, soon to be joined by Brenna’s. So much softness—hers, melding with Jenelle’s. But punctuated by tiny bits of hardness—their nipples, raking over each other, creating tiny pinpricks of sensation that shot straight to Brenna’s pussy.
Behind her, Damon rained kisses across her ass, and the tumult of sensation from both sides made her crazed with lust. They moved together, her hot friction with Jenelle in front setting the rhythm with which she arched her ass toward Damon in back, Brenna losing herself in it all…until Damon reached around them both, gently stroking both women’s breasts, and whispering in Brenna’s ear, “Take off her panties.”
Brenna’s stomach contracted. It was one thing to have her own pussy pleasured by both of them, but another entirely to bring Jenelle’s into the fray.
Still, she didn’t hesitate. The passion was too powerful, driving her forward, along with Damon’s desire. What Damon wanted, she would give him. She’d never meant to turn into some sort of submissive—but the longing to please him was simply too great to want to fight. It had become a part of their sex, a part of what they shared.
Drawing his palms back to Brenna’s bare hips, Damon gently eased her off of Jenelle, imposing his will even as she submitted to it, eager to let him guide her.
Just as he and Jenelle had hovered over Brenna’s body a little while ago, now he and Brenna hovered over Jenelle’s. Slowly, Damon slid his hands up Jenelle’s outer thighs, leisurely raising her animal print dress. Jenelle watched just as intently as Brenna, unabashedly massaging her own breasts now that Brenna was gone.
Beneath the hem, they found a thong of black lace that curved beneath Jenelle’s pierced navel and a tattoo of a red heart turned on its side. Just like Jenelle’s breasts, Brenna thought this part of her appeared perfect, too—so much that it was hard not to be envious, especially with Damon spying it, as well. And for a split second it made her self-conscious, worrisome, as if she could never measure up to a girl so model-perfect with her dance-toned body—until Damon’s gaze rose to hers. “Take them off for me,” he said.
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