Steamy Fairy Tales

by Bast, MaryLynn

  “Good girl.” Tasha mumbled when her hand cupped my breast, massaging lightly. She leaned down and allowed her tongue to draw a moist trail along my chest, moving up.

  I bit the bottom of my lip when she started kissing me on the neck, nuzzling my ear. When she sucked my earlobe into her mouth my nipples got so hard they almost hurt. Her lips slowly kissed their way down my neck. I felt her nipping and a strange sensation washed through my body.

  Suddenly my body shot up. Breathing heavy I stared around the darkened room. My hand immediately went to my neck. I looked to see if Tasha was really there or not. My body was tingling all over, just like it had in the dream. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was.

  Throwing my leg over the edge of the bed, my hands grabbing hold of the mattress I fought to catch my breath, to slow my rapidly beating heart. I needed a drink so I got up and quietly left my bedroom.

  The part of me just moving into the house a week earlier was strange. This was only my second night living there and quite frankly it was a little scary walking around at night. Eerily quiet, in fact, too quiet for my liking.

  Still learning my way around the twisting turning hallways I tried to remember, turn left, right, down the first set of stairs, turn left and there should be the kitchen. Relieved, I rounded the corner to see the soft glow of light. I turned into the doorway and stopped as three sets of eyes turned on me.

  I’d glanced at the clock on my bedside stand before leaving my room and it was three in the morning. They must have just gotten home from a party because they were all dressed up. I was still trying to remember everyone’s names, but Tasha’s was easy for me since she was the one who had saved me from having to sleep in my car.

  Tasha’s bright red hair almost looked like fire glowing in the light. It bobbed in a short cut around her heart shaped face. She was smaller than the others, and me. I judged her to barely be over four and a half feet tall. She wore all black which made her pale skin stand out that much more. But for me, the most attractive thing about her was her eyes. When I looked into them I felt like I could get lost.

  I searched my memory for the other two women’s name and Brandi seemed to pop out of my mind for the tall one. Her black hair flowed around her bare shoulders and down her back. The black corset pushed her breasts up high, nearly over spilling. I had a feeling she probably didn’t need any help in keeping them up high. The tight leather mini skirt showed off her long, lean, muscular legs. She easily could have been a dancer. I wondered if she wore contacts because her eyes were such an electric blue color.

  It was then that I realized all three of them were wearing black. Robin, that’s her name, appeared to be the more conservative out of the group. She looked more like a business woman than a college student, unlike everyone else. Her brunette hair swept around her face and hung to her shoulders in waves, clipped back at the sides to tame the curls from falling in her face. Her dark almost black eyes watched me intently as I moved quietly into the room.

  Tasha was the first to respond. “If you need a drink the glasses are in the cupboard on the right side of the sink.”

  How she knew I was looking for a drink, I had no clue. But I felt way underdressed as I shuffled by them in my pink pajamas and fuzzy puppy slippers. Opening the door I pulled down a crystal glass and went to the water dispenser on the fridge. When I turned back they were all still staring at me.

  Tasha patted the barstool, inviting me to sit down beside her.

  I sat, but it was hard for me to look at her because of the wet dream I had just had about her. My body was finally cooling down with the help of the ice cold water.

  This is how the nights went for me over the next week. For some reason it seemed that each of the women took turns coming to me in my dreams each night. In my dreams I would wake up, to someone snuggled behind me. The second night Brandi was there when I turned over.

  Where Tasha had been soft and gentle, Brandi was more aggressive. The moment her lips touched mine her tongue delved deep inside my mouth. Her tongue coaxed mine into a battle as her hand slipped inside the dress and rolled my nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Her leg pushed between mine, pushing and rubbing along my crotch. Her mouth left mine, following the same path Tasha had taken, along my jaw to my ear, nibbling on my neck.

  I moaned when I felt her teeth scraping against my skin. My hands lifted on their own, my fingers caressed along the swell of her breasts. In my dream state I wondered if this was real. When I sat up in bed, my heart pounded and my body was on fire.

  When I made the trek to the kitchen I found the three of them sitting there again, smiling at me as I grabbed a glass of water and joined them.

  The third night when I turned over I knew Robin was going to be there. But she wasn’t pressed up against me. Standing beside my bed she crooked her finger. Looking into her black eyes I felt mesmerized as she drew me to her.

  Climbing out of bed, she was a little taller than me so I had to look up at her. Her hands came up on my shoulders and she quickly spun me around so fast I had to brace myself on the bed to keep from falling over.

  Pressing her body against me, her hands worked their way up my body. Again, I was wearing the little red dress as before. Pulling my silky blond hair to the side she kissed along the back of my neck, down my spine to the middle of my back where the dress pressed against my skin.

  I wanted to taste her lips on mine, to compare her kiss to Tasha’s and Brandi’s. When I tried to turn around, her hands on my hips prevented me from moving. I felt her teeth scrape against my back, then the zipper of my dress began to slide slowly down as she pulled it with her teeth.

  Her hands moved along my hips, circled around the front, her tongue licked along the skin she had exposed at my back. With her fingers splayed across my stomach she kissed her way back up to the back of my neck. When she moved her hand I felt my dress began to slip down my body since there were no straps holding it up.

  My breasts were exposed to the crisp night air. When her hands cupped me, I leaned my head back against her shoulder with a moan. Reaching up, my hand ran through the softness of her hair as she kissed along my neck.

  One breast molded into her hand, the other slipped down between my legs and began rubbing me through the dress. I couldn’t help but move my hips, pressing against her hand. My breathing began to quicken with the circular motion of her fingers. I was so close.

  This time when I woke I was standing beside the bed breathing hard and dripping wet. I fell across the mattress with a loud frustrated moan. Just once I wished I could stay in the dream long enough for one of them to at least get me off. I was horny with no chance at relief unless I took care of it myself.

  I had never had dreams like this. It was strange. They had started when I moved into this house and I began to wonder if the place had something to do with it. The thought of the place being haunted frightened me but also excited me. I have never really lived on my own. After leaving my parent’s house, I moved in with Josh who had been my boyfriend since the sixth grade. When I came home and found him in bed with my best friend I stormed out.

  I was so frustrated and upset. I had no way of getting hold of my parents for help because they were off on some crusade and my part time job wouldn’t allow me to get a place on my own. Tasha happened to be in the lobby outside the school counselor’s office and started talking to me. Luck would have it, the house her and her roommates lived in had an open room. There were actually quite a few rooms that were not occupied in the old house. I’d heard it used to be an old hotel. But either way, Tasha had come to my rescue, so there I was.

  The next night I anticipated the same ritual when I started to climb the stairs to go to my room. When I glanced up Tasha was standing at the top of the landing. She was dressed to go out again and held something in her hands. When I reached the landing she held it out to me. “You are not going to spend another night alone in this house.”

  I looked at it and flashed back to the dream
s. It was the same dress I had been wearing each night. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Did I dare put it on and see if any of my dreams came true? Did I want to? I had never been with a woman before, but the thought was now planted in my mind.

  “What the hell?” I muttered, grabbing the dress I held it up in front of me wondering if it would fit. It looked like it would. I looked at Tasha who stood there with a big shit eating grin on her face. “I don’t have any shoes to wear with this.”

  Her hand popped out from behind her back and held out a pair of silver strappy heels that would go perfectly. Grabbing my arm, she urged me to my room. “Go get dressed. If you need help with doing your hair or anything let me know.”

  I had not been out on the town in a very long time. The aspect was appealing and I hurried through my shower. My golden blonde hair hung down past my shoulders. The red dress fit me perfectly and even if I say so myself, I looked damned good. The color made my grey eyes more noticeable.

  Once at the club Tasha led us to a table in the middle near the dance floor. I had never been there and everyone seemed to turn and stare. Not used to the attention I allowed my hair to fall forward to hide my face somewhat.

  Robin reached over and tucked the waterfall of hair behind my ear. “Can’t hide here love, everyone knows you’re here. But you are safe because you are with us.”

  It was strange, her looking into my eyes, I felt myself calm down and become more relaxed. I accepted the drink. One by one they were drained and more placed in front of me. It tasted different, but I couldn’t seem to get enough of it. All at once I realized I needed to go to the bathroom. When I stood my legs were a little wobbly.

  Tasha laughed. “You drank them too fast.” She stood and took my arm. “I’ll walk with you.”

  Thankful for her support we made it to the bathroom. After the door closed I don’t remember what happened, but I suddenly realized I was kissing Tasha. I don’t know if I had initiated the kiss or if she had. I just knew that I was instantly turned on and rubbed my body against hers.

  Tasha pulled back. “Didn’t you need to go to the bathroom?” There was amusement twinkling in her eyes.

  Embarrassed, I nodded and went into the stall. I couldn’t believe I had just kissed her like that, right in front of all the other women. I must have taken too long because I heard Tasha knocking on the stall door. “You okay hun?”

  “Uh, yeah,” I finished up and stood. Again, the room span and I had to grab the wall to keep from falling. A slight giggle escaped. Pulling the door open Tasha stood there waiting for me.

  The walk back towards the table seemed to take forever. We never made it because suddenly I was sitting in the backseat of the black car with my head in Tasha’s lap. The dream kept slipping through my mind. I knew then I had drunk too much and it had to be my overactive imagination. I was following along and allowing what had appeared in my dreams to happen.

  When I woke, I lay there for a minute, staring at the wall. I didn’t recognize the wallpaper. I was not in my bedroom. Cautiously I turned over and met bright green eyes smiling at me.

  Allowing my head to drop against the pillow I wondered if I was in a dream or not. Opening them again, Tasha was still smiling at me. Oh hell! Instead of waiting for her to kiss me, I leaned over and planted my lips on hers. Just like in the dream, she tasted good, her lips soft on mine.

  I closed my eyes and allowed her to kiss my neck, her hands moved along my body, touching me. I wanted to touch her, but suddenly I felt shy. “I have never done this before.” I remember saying those words.

  “I can tell.” She smiled reassuringly down at me as she ran her fingers across the top of the dress. “Trust me?”

  Again, just like in the dream I nodded.

  “Good girl.” Tasha mumbled.

  I anticipated her hand cupping my breast, massaging lightly. Only this time my body was already on fire. I was so turned on I could feel moisture between my legs when she leaned down and allowed her tongue to draw a moist trail along my chest, moving up.

  I bit the bottom of my lip when she started kissing me on the neck, nuzzling my ear. When she sucked my earlobe into her mouth my nipples ached wanting to feel her suckling them. I was ready for the strange sensation to wash through my body when she started kissing her way down my neck.

  My eyes popped open, but I wasn’t dreaming because Tasha was there touching me. A slight dip on the side of the mattress indicated someone had joined us. Now that was different, there was always just one of them.

  My eyes met the electric blue of Brandi’s. She smiled and crawled over to the middle of the king size bed where Tasha lay beside me kissing my neck.

  Brandi smiled, leaning over me and brought her lips down onto mine. Already anticipating her kiss, my tongue darted out meeting hers in a moist wet battle.

  I didn’t know who or where to touch first. The sensation of two mouths on me, hands running along my skin, all I could do was moan, accepting their touches. With her mouth still on mine Brandi ran her hand down my stomach. My leg bent at the knee and lifted, practically begging for her to touch me intimately.

  Brandi obliged. Her hand moved between my legs and pressed against me, causing me to moan in her mouth.

  Tasha’s lips worked their way across my shoulder, kissing their way down to my breast. The air was cold against my hard nipples when she peeled the dress down, exposing me to her wet tongue.

  My mind was all over the place, pleasure running through my body. It was hard to believe I was in bed with two incredibly hot women. Make that three. Robin stood at the foot of the bed with a grin on her face.

  Jerking the covers off the bed to get them out of the way, she leaned over and grabbed my foot of the leg that was not bent. Leaning over, she kissed my ankle.

  I giggled at the feel of her tongue on the arch of my foot. When she sucked my big toe into her mouth my breath caught in my throat.

  The sensation of Tasha licking and sucking on my nipples, Robin sucking and licking at my toes and Brandi rubbing between my legs I was about to come. I fought it, I wasn’t ready for to finish so quickly. Lifting my hand, I grabbed a hand full of Brandi’s hair and pulled her mouth from mine.

  When I moved to sit up, Tasha moved with me while Robin climbed into bed. I didn’t know what I was really supposed to do so I improvised. With my hand in Brandi’s hair I pulled her head to the side and began kissing her neck. I moved to my knees in front of her. My hands caressing her sides and back, I grabbed and tugged on the ties that held the corset in place. When her breasts burst free I began kissing my way down.

  Tasha and Brandi were kissing one another and shed their clothing as Brandi began tugging my dress off of me.

  Brandi’s breast was so large I couldn’t fit my hand around it. Lifting it, I licked across her dark nipple. Nipping at it, and then sucking it into my mouth.

  My mind was in a haze. I knew I was doing this, but yet I couldn’t control my own actions. I wanted to touch them and have them touching me. The bed shifted and all four of our bodies were rubbing against one another, hands touching one another.

  A hand caressed my ass, another on my breast while I suckled on Brandi, until she moved to stand at the head of the bed. Lifting her leather skirt, she grabbed a hand full of my hair and pressed my face against the soft down she had shaved into the shape of a V.

  I was hesitant, but couldn’t back out of this now. I know what I liked to have done to me, so I thought I would give that a shot. Pressing on her thigh, she moved her legs farther apart, hands grabbing hold of the tall headboard for support. I slipped my finger between her lips and felt her jerk as my fingers slipped across her wet bud. Spreading her apart, I leaned forward and flicked the tip of my tongue across her. Brandi’s hand in my hair tightened as I heard her groan.

  I was on my knees between her legs when Tasha lay down and scooted under me. Her hands wrapped around my thighs and spread me apart, slipping her tongue across me. I felt Tasha groan against my w
et lips and knew that Robin had moved between her legs.

  I could just imagine what we looked like. Brandi standing with my head planted between her legs, Tasha on her back with her head between mine and Robin kneeling with her head between Tasha’s.

  My hand slipped behind her and grabbed her ass, squeezing as the tension began to build up inside of me. As Tasha’s fingers began to slip up inside of me, I followed her lead and did the same with Brandi. With her hand in my hair pressing me against her, my face was slick with Brandi’s juices.

  I was so close to coming when suddenly I heard a smack and then registered that someone had smacked me on the ass with something. The sensations sent my body into spasms. Pulling back from Brandi, I fought to catch my breath as I came against Tasha’s mouth. My body shuddered with every flick of her tongue and jab of her fingers.

  The bed suddenly shifted with everyone moving at once. I didn’t know what was happening. My body spent with such a strong orgasm I sat back on the heels of my feet. I watched with a frown, wondering what the hell they were doing when all three women climbed off the bed and went to their knees, there head bowed.

  Then I felt someone standing behind me. Whipping around, a woman stood there tapping something stringy against her leg. Then I realized that was what had smacked me across the ass. The woman had hit me with a flogger!

  “What is the meaning of this?” Her eyes bore into mine.

  “I, uh.” I didn’t know what to say. I looked to the other three for assistance. They were of no help with their heads still bowed.

  “Tasha!” The woman’s voice never raised but it was very commanding.

  “Yes Mistress.” Tasha stood and held her hand out to me.