Sin and Desire

by Swan, Carol

  "You're not playing fair," Ally said once her moment had passed. She held Ethan's prick out for Jenna. "Suck this," she commanded, scooting backwards and away from Jenna's intimate touch. "My turn."

  As she had done before, Ally moved behind Jenna. This time, when she pressed her body against Jenna's backside, Jenna could feel her bare breasts against her bare back. Ally pulled a handful of curly hair from Jenna's neck and kissed the flesh she exposed just below and beneath her ear. It was a sensitive spot that sent a shiver through Jenna. A shiver Ally felt, too.

  "You like that?" Ally asked. Jenna didn't need to answer. "As much as this?" Ally's hands wrapped around her and cupped two breasts with tight, needful and hard nipples. Ally found thought nipples and pulled on them. "That's how you do it, right?"

  "Mphm," Jenna moaned with a mouthful of Ethan. She was surprised Ally had noticed.

  "I should get a toy," Ally said and slid her hand between Jenna's legs. Her fingers found Jenna's pussy and she pushed two fingers inside. "Fuck, you're wet."

  Jenna switched hands around Ethan's big cock. She tried reaching behind her to touch Ally and became distracted when she recognized a new scent. She was stroking Ethan with the same hand she had used between Ally's legs. Her nose instantly recognized the aroma of a woman's pussy and just as quickly acknowledged it as different from her aroma. She was smelling Ally and it was too much. She moaned loudly around the muffle of Ethan's big dick and came.

  "Damn, slut, you're easy," Ally sang in Jenna's ear before kissing that sensitive spot on the nape of her neck.

  "Oh God," Ethan groaned and Jenna looked up at him. "I'm close!"

  Ally reached around Jenna. She grabbed Ethan's hard prick and began pumping on it. "Come on her breasts," she demanded as she pulled Jenna backwards. "Do it," she encouraged. "Come on her!"

  "Both of you," he gasped as he struggled to hold on to his orgasm. He reached for Ally and pulled her alongside of Jenna. He took over stroking for them while Ally rubbed his balls and Jenna waited as if watching an erotic Jack-in-the-Box that didn't take long. He groaned once more, again with that sexy, deep-throated bellow and his prick erupted against her. "That's it," Ally purred, rubbing his balls and milking him. "All of it. Every bit." As he came, he waved his cock side-to-side in a move straight from a porno video. His hot, slippery seed splashed against their chests in long ropes of his pleasure.

  "Now kiss," he said, pushing their heads together. Jenna was confused but fell against Ally's waiting lips. They wrapped their arms around one another, pressed their chests together and then it made sense. They slipped and slid against their girlfriend's chest, rubbing and smearing Ethan's gift.

  Ally was first to break their kiss and begin kissing down Jenna's neck. She began licking Jenna clean. Her tongue moved over Jenna's needful nipples, around the swells of her breasts and everywhere in between. Understanding what was happening; Jenna pushed Ally backwards and did the same thing. She discovered the unique joy of sucking a firm nipple between her lips and repeated it on the other side. They kissed again, hands replacing tongues on each other's chest.

  "I should go," Ethan said, already dressed. He gave them each a kiss on top of their heads and left them alone. Noticing him leaving felt distant and appreciated.

  Naked and alone in each other's arms, their kiss lasted for a long time before Jenna suggested they move to her bed. Ally didn't hesitate. They fell on Jenna's bed in a tangle of arms, legs and giggles. Jenna kissed Ally's lips, her chin, neck and chest again. She pushed the woman on her back as she slipped off the skinny, single sized bed. "Where are you going?" Ally asked and learned the answer as Jenna pushed her legs apart.

  "It's your turn for a blowjob," Jenna said, parting her friend's legs and gazing at the beautiful sight of a woman's pussy puffy and needful. She bent forward and pressed her mouth against Ally's pussy lips and her tongue found the same nub her fingers had touched earlier. She inhaled deeply, smelling the aroma of another woman, so much like her own and yet different enough to send her pulse racing. She tasted Ally and found her answer about how it must be when a man goes down on a woman. It was the most intimate of kisses. Using her tongue and her fingers, she pleasured her friend without shame or concern for what it meant or how could change her identity. As she savored the joy of providing another human with an orgasm she looked up and watched as Ally's eyes fluttered. She heard Ally's moans, her soft cries of a nearing orgasm and felt the rocking of her body as it arrived. Jenna saw how her reaction was so similar to the men they had shared.

  She kissed up Ally's body and rolled on her back while Ally slipped off the bed. "Ready for your blowjob?" Ally asked, pushing apart Jenna's creamy white thighs.

  "Yeah baby," Jenna giggled. She had seen this done in movies. She had read it described in stories. She had just finished doing it to Ally. Still, nothing prepared her for the sudden wet heat of Ally's tongue parting her pussy lips. A tongue was nothing like a finger. Her tongue was wetter, slippery and faster at moving around her clit. She could feel the heat of Ally's mouth and her cheeks against her thighs. Her heart raced when Ally fucked her with her tongue. Ally used her fingers, too, poking and filling Jenna until she could take no more. She squirmed, cried out louder than she ever intended and came against Ally's face.

  They cuddled, hugged and kissed. Jenna tasted her pussy on Ally's tongue and chased the taste as eagerly as a man's orgasm. Their hands groped, grabbed and explored each other's naked bodies until Jenna couldn't stand it anymore. She went down on Ally again and eagerly offered herself back to her friend. It was a back and forth sharing of gifts that last over an hour before they felt sated.

  "You give good head for a straight chick," Jenna murmured doing their exhausted cuddling.

  "You too," Ally giggled, kissing her friend. "We should get naked together more often."

  "Think the guy will get the wrong idea?"

  "Who said we needed a guy around?" Ally asked and kissed her again.

  "I do, because next time I want to do down on you while Ethan is fucking you."

  "Oh yeah?" Ally asked, pushing Jenna back between her legs. "And who's the bad girl now?"

  "Me," Jenna said right before she pressed her face against Ally's pussy for another delicious taste.

  * * * * *

  Sunday morning found Jenna and Ally tangled in each other's arms. Jenna squirmed as she felt something hard beneath her ribs and pulled out her jelly dildo. She smiled and set it to the side. She gave Ally a kiss before climbing over her to use the bathroom. When she came back to the room, she caught her friend in mid-stretch. "Good morning," Ally cooed with a sleepy but happy smile. She gave Jenna a kiss on her way to the bathroom. Jenna moved the sex toys from her bed to her desk.

  They squeezed into the shower together and giggled as they soaped each other. At one point, Ally rubbed soap across her chest before pulling Jenna close and rubbing their breasts together. "Remind you of Ethan?" They laughed and kissed again.

  Jenna loaned Ally a change of clothes so they could head to breakfast without Ally needing to stop by her room. When the exited the cafeteria line they faced the mostly empty room. Jenna noticed Andy sitting by himself. She nodded at him. Ally smiled and they joined him. If Andy thought the first time was fun, he had no idea what was waiting for him this time!

  My Best Friend – Part I

  “Could you be more of a dork?” I asked, stretching my legs out on the edge of the couch cushions. Carter’s feet nestled under my butt, the only way we could fit on my sad little college-student-esque couch. My best friend raised his eyebrows, one hand wrapped around the beer bottle resting on his chest.

  “What? Why?”

  “The Batman underwear,” I teased as I pointed at the slip of fabric sticking up above his pants. I’d seen it dozens of times before, and it usually meant he was running low on boxers—laundry day loomed. This time, I caught a flash of it when he stretched, dragging his shirt up with his arms. I’d been looking on purpose, eager to see a bit
of those famous abs he worked so hard on, and got a full peek at the dorky underwear too.

  “Hey, Batman isn’t just for dorks,” he argued after taking a sip of his beer. On the coffee table in front of us, the few lingering half-eaten slices of the grand supreme pizza we’d split an hour ago were calling my name. I resisted; six had already wormed their way down my throat, and I’d have to hit the gym hard tomorrow—if I wasn’t too hungover from tonight. Exam season was finally over, and I wanted nothing more than a night in with the guy who’d been my best friend since third grade. Pizza, beer, movies, and gossip: it was my favorite way to spend an evening.

  I rolled my eyes at him. “Oh, right, old Bruce Wayne is super mainstream these days, isn’t he?”

  His toes wiggled under my butt, and I pushed down on them to quell their movements.

  “Hey, if you actually know the name of Batman’s everyday persona, then yes, he’s mainstream,” Carter insisted, smirking at me. My gaze flickered over to the dimple on his right cheek. He’d been so ashamed of it in pictures when we were teens, until he realized girls thought dimples were cute. On Carter, dimples weren’t cute—they were sexy. Somehow he’d grown from a beanpole of a kid into a gawky teenager, then morphed into a Greek god right under my nose while we were in college. Not that I was complaining or anything, but it was a strange phenomenon to suddenly realize your best friend was drop-dead sexy.

  “Ugh, whatever,” I sighed, grabbing my beer off the coffee table. “I’m just glad exams are done.”

  “I’ll drink to that.”

  We leaned forward and clinked our bottles together, then downed about half of the liquid inside them in a single go. Now that finals were over, our drunken conversations drifted to the only natural topic: gossip. We’d run in similar friend circles since we were kids, and it was always easy to drag up something juicy to talk about. Before long, the conversation had shifted to Carter’s most recent girlfriend, who he’d been parted from for three short months—and not a moment too soon, in my opinion. I’d watched him sink lower and lower in that relationship as time went by, and I’d known all along that she just wasn’t right for him.

  “And it wasn’t just the nagging and the bitching and the complaining,” Carter groaned, throwing his hands up in the air as we sat side-by-side on the couch, both our feet propped up on the coffee table, bodied slumped together. “It’s just… She wasn’t very adventurous.”

  “Wasn’t she into mountain biking or something?” I asked, vaguely recalling our forced conversations where we’d always talk about her interests but never mine. He rolled his eyes when I looked at him, shaking his head.

  “No, yeah, she did lots of cool stuff in her free time,” he continued as he leaned forward to set his empty beer bottle on the floor. “I mean adventurous in the bedroom. All she ever wanted was to screw under the covers, lights off. She hated when I went down on her.”

  “Oh, I love when guys go down on me,” I admitted with a heady sigh, my body already light and airy from the alcohol. The thought of a guy kneeling below me, his tongue lapping at my wet cunt, made my panties wet.

  The fact that it had been almost a year since I slept with anyone wasn’t helping either. Sex talk always got me all riled up—a fact Carter knew perfectly well. I shot him a look, my eyebrow arched.

  “Right?” He laughed, swatting at my knee. A tingle ran up my thigh. “Girls taste so… great.”

  “Oh, I’m aware,” I mused. He looked at me sharply, frowning.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Don’t give me that.” I rolled my eyes, shifting so that we faced one another. “You’ve heard the story about me and Michelle at George’s going-away party last year.”

  “What?!” He practically shouted it, and I held back a giggle. “No! Every detail! Now!”

  I’d been drunk at the time, and the hookup was nothing more than a little innocent fun between two curious women. I had a good time, Michelle did too, and we went our separate ways once it was over. To this day, we’re still friends, almost like nothing out of the ordinary had happened that night.

  However, telling it back to Carter didn’t exactly feel like it was all in innocent fun. In my current tipsy state, I might have exaggerated a few details, my voice husky as I explained, in detail, how I ate her out while she sat on a bathroom countertop. When I’d finished, shrugging like it was no big deal, Carter licked his lips, cheeks flushed.

  “I think I would have remembered this particular story,” he told me, his voice cracking. I smirked, eyes wandering his delectably muscular figure. Casual sex chats usually got me going, but detailed, graphic descriptions of something I’d done in the past? Ugh, definitely got me all hot and bothered.

  And, apparently, I wasn’t the only one. As my dark brown eyes continued to wander Carter’s body, my best friend processing everything I’d told him, I noticed a sizeable bulge straining against his pants. Fueled by the gods of alcohol and lust, I reached out and stroked him on a whim, my hand brushing the length of his dick from tip to base

  We stared at each other for a moment, him slack-jawed and me smirking, until he muttered, “April… Did you just…”

  “Yeah,” I fired back, raising my eyebrows in a challenge. “What are you going to do about it?”

  There were a few seconds of silence, perhaps for the boundaries that we were about to cross as best friends. Once you crossed said boundaries, there was no going back, but as he grabbed my face and kissed me full on the mouth, I think we were both quite aware that there was no going back—not anymore. A boundary crossed. It was a line we’d been toeing around for years, yet it wasn’t until that exact moment either of us had done anything about it.

  I inhaled sharply, gripping his shirt and dragging him as close as I could. He was warm, flushed with desire and, most likely, alcohol, and I held nothing back. I loved touching his body. I’d always done it before without the promise of anything more, but now I was able to explore to my heart’s content and know that there would be something gratifying at the end of my quest. My hands wandered the peaks and ridges of his well-defined pecks and abs. He’d worked so hard on his body since we got to college almost four years ago, and I had to commend him for the transformation.

  Pushing me onto my back, Carter and I parted lips, tongues tangling as he tugged my woefully unattractive pajama pants down to my ankles. Once they were there, I kicked them off, thrusting my hips against his massive erection. The hardness dug into me as we ground our bodies together, each rub causing little tendrils of pleasure to shoot through me like lightning. I held nothing back, moaning and whispering his name whenever the urge struck me, not caring if anyone in the hall or next door heard us fucking. Let them hear. Carter was a guy I’d be proud to show off as a notch on my bedpost.

  While people always talked about friends and fucking as being uncomfortable, I found nothing of the sort. We were just so … relaxed with one another. I knew his body, right down to the moles on his back and the faint freckles on his knees. He, meanwhile, had the unique advantage of knowing that I lost my mind when guys kissed my neck and that I liked to be pounded into from behind. The only part of his body that I was slightly unfamiliar with was the glorious cock that he pulled out of his pants.

  Thick and long, it was both intimidating and enticing, and I watched, fascinated, as he pumped his hand up and down the shaft a few times. All I wanted to do was sit him down and worship that glorious dick with my mouth, but that didn’t seem to be in the cards today. In fact, for all my chatter about pussy licking and clit sucking, we were blazing right ahead to the main event. Hands frenzied, chests heaving, lips never leaving the other person—it was like this had been a long time coming, and we couldn’t wait to take the plunge.

  I pushed his pants down as best I could from the angle I was at, my back arched as he nibbled the crook of my neck. Even though we’d only been at it a short while, I barely needed the foreplay: with all the sex talk beforehand and Carter’s innate ability to touch me exactly
as I wanted, I was more than good to go. Lifting my hips to him, I tried to pull him down and in with my ankles locked behind his back, but he managed to evade me.

  Instead, he slipped the tip in, slowly, cautiously, then pulled it out. I groaned, smacking him on the shoulder.

  “Don’t be a fucking tease.”

  “Where’s the fun in that?” he asked, holding strong when I tried to pull him in again. This time, he pushed that glorious cock just a little bit further in, my pussy stretching to accommodate, before pulling back out. I growled, his name, reaching down to sort this mess out myself, but before I could get a proper grip on his slick shaft, he’d snagged my wrists and pinned them beside my head.

  “If you tell me patience if a virtue, I’m going to knee you in the balls,” I warned, eyes narrowing as he held me down. He laughed, that warm, clear sound, making my skin prickle, and then rolled his eyes.

  “Good luck reaching them.”

  He ducked out of the way when I tried, and in that moment rewarded my boldness by slamming his whole cock into me, all … well, it had to be pushing eight inches at least. All eight inches. In me. Filling me. Stretching me. Pain and pleasure mingled together, overpowering my ability to speak. He mimicked my wordless babbling, smirking in a way that made his sexy little dimple prominent.

  “Oh my god,” I finally managed to get out, my hips rising and falling in tandem with his, the familiar pressure of mind blowing climax starting to build in my core. “Why haven’t we done this sooner?”

  “I don’t know,” he muttered, his pace slowly quickening. Each thrust was harder than the last, his hips slamming into mine in a delicious rhythm that made me want to sing. Arms wrapped around one another, he took me hard and fast, our bodies sweaty and breath heated. My muscles clenched tight, my skin flushed with heat, and one final swirl of my hips—coupled with a sharp thrust from Carter—sent me over the edge. I saw stars as I fell, clinging tightly to him, arms and legs, while I plummeted into the hazy bliss of an orgasm so powerful that it left me breathless.