by Sophie Stern
Teaching Jupiter
Sophie Stern
Copyright © 2014 by Sophie Stern
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Kayla leads a relatively ordinary life.
She has a good job, good friends, and a good family.
But when bad-boy Bruce introduces her to a world of roleplaying, costumes, and exploration, she can’t say no.
It’s been a gripping few days since they first enjoyed a night of adventure together and now Kayla is ready to try something new.
She’s ready to become a Roleplayer.
For real.
This time, instead of enjoying Bruce solo, she enlists the help of her best friend, Anne, who is secretly much kinkier than Kayla ever thought possible.
But is their friendship strong enough to share even this?
Find out in Teaching Jupiter.
**This is an erotic romance story and is intended for an 18+ audience.**
1.
“You slept with Bruce!” Anne said it louder than Kayla would have liked, considering they were in the middle of a coffee shop during the busiest time of day.
“Well,” Kayla shrugged, offering a half-smile to her best friend. “I wouldn’t say we slept together, but we definitely fucked.”
A middle-aged businessman glanced up from his newspaper, but said nothing.
“What was it like?” Anne asked as they made their way to the line. It wrapped almost completely around the coffee shop. So much for being in and out this morning.
“It was fun,” Kayla said before realizing how childish and inexperienced that sounded. “Fun”? Was that really the world she would choose to describe screwing a guy who was dressed up in a mummy costume? “Fun”? Seriously?
“Tell me everything,” Anne insisted. She had known Bruce for years, but had never slept with him. That said, she knew about his weird little fetish and was the one who suggested Kayla “try him out” as a way to relieve some of her work-related stress.
“When we leave,” Kayla told her friend. “I don’t think this guy could handle the story,” she jerked her head toward a gawky teenager standing behind her. The guy frowned, as if to say, I could, too!
“Fair enough.”
They ordered their drinks and waited in silence for the barista to prepare them. Kayla’s head was swimming as she collected her cup and headed outside to sit with Anne in the crisp morning air. The night before had been incredible. Most importantly, all of the details were still fresh in her mind.
She was ready to share.
And she was ready to share everything.
As she poured out her experiences while enjoying her white chocolate mocha, Kayla couldn't help but reflect on how she felt about the entire experience. Bruce had pushed her limits. He had encouraged her to move past her limited ideas of what sex could be. He had, on many levels, tried to help her grow.
And she felt more open, more awake, and more alive than she had in a very long time.
"Wow," Anne said simply when Kayla finished describing the events of the night before. "That's intense." Kayla thought she detected a slight hint of jealousy in her friend's voice, but that could have just been her imagination. Chances were that Anne was simply happy for Kayla.
"So now that you've heard," Kayla asked, watching Anne carefully, "Would you ever want to fuck Bruce yourself?"
"Absolutely," Anne said without hesitation. Kayla was almost surprised, but not quite. Anne was a fairly promiscuous girl, though Kayla never minded. Anne liked sex with lots of different people and she wasn't afraid to say so. She loved to explore, she loved to try new things, and most of all, she loved to try new people.
Why should Bruce be any different?
"You guys have been friends for a long time," Kayla commented.
"We have," Anne agreed. "So maybe, if anything happens between the two of us, there should be a not-so-neutral third party there."'
Kayla raised an eyebrow. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying," Anne said, "that maybe you and I should give mummy-boy a run for his money."
Kayla couldn't be sure, but she thought she saw the guy seated two tables over gasp. She wanted to offer to blow him to help him calm down, but that would have to wait. Right now she was planning her next sexcapade with Anne.
And it was gonna be a good one.
2.
Kayla slid into office chair at work, feeling bored and dissatisfied. Her job was great. Really. It was good. She just felt like it was such a letdown to have an ordinary day after such a not-so-ordinary weekend. Being with Bruce had been insane. Talking about with Anne and hearing her reaction had been almost as crazy. Now it was time for Kayla to return to her normal life, and she wasn’t so sure how she felt about it.
Well, actually she was.
She felt disappointed.
She started pouring over the paperwork that her boss, Kevin, had left on the desk. He was a good boss and a hard worker, but Kayla was starting to wonder if being an assistant was really what she wanted to do with her entire life. After all, there was only so much room for growth at this company. She wondered, for the thousandth time, if it was more important to have a successful career or to find a job that made her happy.
And she just didn't know.
Her mother would have said that the choice was easy: marry a rich guy and be a stay-at-home wife or become a rich woman. To Kayla, things weren't quite so black-and-white. She didn't want to marry someone for his money. She didn't even know if she wanted to get married at all, but she definitely didn't want to get married for money.
But was working at Goodfax Associates really what she wanted to be doing? Was it really what she wanted to be doing forever?
As Kayla poured over order forms and paperwork, she couldn't help letting her thoughts drift to the weekend she'd shared with Bruce. The way his body had perfectly meshed with hers had been fantastic. The way she'd been able to completely let herself go had been fantastic. Hell, even the way they'd flirted at dinner before heading back to his place had been fantastic.
She wondered, for a moment, what it would be like to watch Anne and Bruce together.
Kayla had seen people fuck before. Hadn't everyone done that during college? She had never seen Anne, though. She had never seen her best friend in that sort of situation. Part of her was really looking forward to it. Part of her was feeling excited at the prospect of getting to watch her climb over Bruce and lower herself onto his face.
Anne had an amazing body, and Kayla wanted to know exactly what she could do with it.
Despite the fact that Kayla was at work, she felt herself growing wet and excited picturing Bruce licking Anne's pussy. Would he finger her at the same time? Would he jump right into fucking her? Would Bruce look at Kayla while he banged her friend? Would they invite her to join in?
Kayla began to think that she might have to excuse herself to go masturbate in her car, but just before she stood up, Kevin walked in and reminded her of a meeting they had to go to .
So much for playtime.
Back to reality.
3.
When Kayla left work, she was more tired than she'd ever been. The meeting had lasted nearly three hours, completely demolishing any hopes she had of getting a lunch break. Even worse than the length of the meeting was how damn boring it had been. Kevin had given a brief presentation about the future of the company, but once he was finished, another manager gave a speech that included Power Point slides, Power Point slides, and oh, more Power Point slides.
She slid into her car and leaned her head on the steering wheel. Today needed to end, like, hours ago. It was only 5:30 when she pulled out of the parking lot, but to Kayla, it felt much later. She started to drive home, but found herself headed for Anne's place instead. She pulled in to her friend's driveway and headed up th
e walkway, not bothering to knock before she entered the house.
"Hey, it's me," she called out. She kicked her shoes off and left them in the foyer of Anne's home before heading into the living room. Her friend's hardwood floors were beautiful, albeit a little well worn. Anne loved her older home and wouldn't change it for the world. The walls were decorated with vintage war posters and pictures of pinup girls, and Kayla often wondered how Anne got anything done.
If it were her house, Kayla knew she'd spend all of her time looking at the walls instead of doing her chores.
Anne didn't have that problem, though. No, Anne was the type of girl who loved to have a comfortable place to live, but who never got so distracted that she couldn't keep up with her obligations.
"Anne?" Kayla called out, picking up a magazine and absentmindedly leafing through it. Anne's car was in the driveway, so Kayla knew she was home from work already. Why wasn't she answering? Maybe she was upstairs fixing her hair or doing her makeup. If Anne was planning to go out tonight - and it was a night ending in y, so she absolutely was - she was likely primping.
That girl never went anywhere without making sure she looked fabulous first.
Kayla dropped her magazine and headed to the narrow staircase. She climbed the stairs slowly, taking note of the pictures on the walls. Seriously. Anne should be an interior designer. Her house was impeccable. Kayla had to force herself to keep moving upward, to keep reaching toward the goal. If she didn't want to talk to Anne so damn bad, she could have easily spent the entire day just drooling over the paintings.
But she didn't.
She kept going.
Kayla reached the top of the stairs and opened the first door on the right. Anne was nowhere in sight, but there was music coming from the bathroom.
She must be in the shower, Kayla thought, crossing the room quickly and pulling open the door.
But when she did, she saw that Anne was not, in fact, in the shower to bathe.
She was in it to get off.
Anne was laying on her back in the tub, her legs in the air, letting the water from the showerhead pour over her clit and pussy. Kayla had never seen Anne touching herself before, and almost felt bad watching her.
Almost.
Anne glanced over and noticed Kayla, but she was too close to cumming to care.
Instead of yelling at her friend to get out or asking why she didn't think to knock, Anne leaned her head back, pinched her nipples, and started yelling words only she could understand.
4.
"Towel?" Kayla held a soft pink fluffy towel out to her friend.
Anne wasn't even blushing as she stepped out of the shower. Water droplets drizzled across her body as she reached for the towel.
"Thanks," she said with a smile. "Like what you see?"
Kayla had never seen Anne getting off before. She'd never even see another person masturbating before. Though she'd had a few boyfriends, none of them had ever wanted to watch or be watched, so Kayla hadn't pushed it. Part of her thought her friend looked incredibly sexy. Part of her wondered if she had been masturbating wrong for years.
Kayla nodded in response to Anne's question. "You looked hot," she told her. And it was the truth. Anne had an amazing body that anyone would be lucky to get to play with. She only hoped her friend would still be game for a little playtime with Bruce, like they'd talked about.
The girls headed into Anne's bedroom, where Anne hopped naked onto the bed.
"Gonna be nude for a bit?" Kayla laughed, rummaging around in a drawer, looking for some panties and a bra for Anne.
"Come here," Anne said, calling Kayla over.
She did as she was told.
"Have you ever licked pussy before?" Anne asked. Kayla hadn't. Despite feeling mostly like a grownup, there were quite a few things she'd never done before. This was one of them.
"Nope," she said, eyeing Anne's crotch. Her hairless folds were in plain view as Anne spread her legs on the bed.
"Wanna try?" She said, nodding toward her sex. Kayla could tell Anne was already wet thinking about her sliding her tongue across her soft lips. She'd seen lesbian porn a few times, but she still wasn't entirely sure what to do.
Still, if she and Anne were seriously going to tag-team Bruce one of these days, they should probably figure out their game plan.
Kayla pulled her shirt and pants off, leaving her underwear in place. This way Anne could get a good look at what she had, but didn't have to do anything she didn't want to. Kayla didn't want to pressure her friend into returning the favor. She wasn't even sure if she'd be comfortable with that.
Kayla considered herself to be comfortable with her body and at ease in her own skin, but this was different. This was Anne. What if her friend started touching her and she felt nothing? What if it was awkward? What if Anne started to lick Kayla’s pussy and all she could think about was how much better someone else tasted?
None of it mattered, Kayla reminded herself. She looked at Anne again, who was gently rubbing her clit and watching Kayla expectantly. She only cared that she was with Kayla now. That’s all that mattered. Any other girls who had been in her bed before or who would be in her bed after didn’t matter. Any guys who had slid their cocks into Anne didn’t matter.
“I do wanna try,” Kayla murmured as she climbed onto bed and leaned down to kiss her friend on the mouth for the first time. Anne parted her lips as they met Kayla’s. The girls kissed softly for a moment, getting acquainted with one another. Kayla had never been with a girl sexually. This was going to be her first time.
She wasn’t sure what to do, but as Anne reached up and unhooked her bra, she somehow knew that she would figure things out.
5.
By the time the girls were finished, they both needed showers. Anne hadn’t even finished drying from her last one before Kayla had gotten her so worked up that she was soaked in sweat. As a pair, they climbed into Anne’s bathtub and gently washed each other in the aftermath of their lovemaking.
Kayla couldn’t help but gaze longingly at her friend’s body. They had entwined perfectly on Anne’s bed, kissing and playing until they’d both cum satisfactorily. She hadn’t spent a lot of time thinking about being with a woman before, but now that she had been, Kayla enjoyed it immensely.
She only hoped Anne felt the same.
As she helped Anne shampoo her hair, she decided to broach the real reason they’d slept together: Bruce.
“So,” Kayla started slowly, keeping in mind that Anne and Bruce had been friends for a long time. “What do you think about us and Bruce?”
Anne giggled. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, we should fuck him together. You, me, him, costumes: it all sounds perfect to me.”
“What kind of costumes? Does he ever try anything but the mummy?” Kayla thought back to her own night with Bruce. She had loved being so weird and kinky with him, but she was also ready to try other things. Surely there was more to kinkiness than just dressing up as historical characters.
“It’s his favorite,” Anne admitted, “but I bet we could convince him to try something new.”
“Mmm, like what?” Kayla started rubbing soap on her own breasts. She thought about how Anne’s tongue had flicked across her nipples just minutes before. Being with a woman had been soft and sweet. It had still been passionate and Kayla had still cum super hard, but it was different than being with a guy.
It had been slower.
It had been softer.
It had been more about the experience than the destination, and Kayla liked it.
“I have some schoolgirl outfits,” Anne said thoughtfully. “Maybe we could try those. I wonder what Bruce would think about playing ‘bad teacher’ with his students.”
Ooh, a schoolgirl fantasy.
It was like a bad porno gone right.
“Where would we do it?” Kayla wondered out loud. Surely this sort of role play called for a bit of setup. It’s not like they could just walk in
to a school and say, “Excuse me, can my friends and I fuck in here for a bit?”
Seriously, how would that work?
“Here is fine,” Anne told her. She shut off the water and the two climbed out, wrapping themselves in towels and returning to Anne’s bedroom. Without a word, they sneaked back under the covers to warm up before finding their clothes.
“Do you have a desk?” Kayla asked, realizing she hadn’t seen one at her friend’s house before. Anne had a laptop, but it was always on her bedside table.