Alpha (Book Collection)

by Robin Fate

  Kelsey eventually faced toward me, and we shared a passionate kiss as we rode two perfect parts of Carter’s body. When I sensed she was close, I leaned in and latched on her nipple with my mouth, using just enough teeth to make her squeal, Carter’s hips bucking against mine as our third for the evening came undone. Kelsey was a quiet girl, but her face radiated pure bliss while Carter lapped at her cunt.

  As soon as she climbed off him, Carter reached up and pulled me toward him, his hands threaded through my hair as our lips met. He tasted like vodka, mint gum—and Kelsey. Or, I suppose, what I guessed Kelsey might taste like. I sucked his tongue, taking in all the flavors, experiencing the whole spectrum of it, as he pounded into my aching cunt, so close to coming that I could scream. As it were, some spanking, which began quite light and innocent before quickening and hardening on my poor cheeks, from Kelsey was what I really needed to push me over the edge. As she slapped my reddening skin, Carter’s pace quickened, his thrusts so powerful that my teeth chattered together, and I tumbled over the edge with a shout of joy.

  Carter swallowed the sound, capturing it in his mouth as he kissed me and kissed me and kissed me until I was beyond breathless. He came ensnared in my arms, the pair of us clinging to one another as Kelsey watched. The woman sprawled out on the couch nearby, like a sphinx surveying her domain, and once more I got off on the thrill of being watched. Pleasure pulsed through me, my body almost convulsing, and when Carter rolled us over, I barely had the energy to prop my head up. Carter lay next to me, panting.

  “I’m just going to use the restroom,” Kelsey announced as the dust started to settle. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her clamber off the couch and disappear through the doorway, leaving behind a comfortable silence.

  “April?”

  “Hmm?” My eyes had started to close as soon as Kelsey left, exhausted from a day of work and alcohol and mind-blowing orgasms.

  “I think we should stop doing these kinds of nights.”

  I pressed my lips together tightly. These were the words I’d been dreading. Forcing myself to focus, I sat up on my elbow and frowned.

  “Why?”

  “Because I want to go on actual dates with you,” he said after a slight pause, and my heart swelled at the omission. “These nights out are kind of just pretend dates so we can justify having sex after, but … let’s just … go out for real, and have sex whenever we want. You’re my best friend, and I … think I’ve got the hots for you, so—”

  I cut him off with a kiss, smothering his words and taking them in with a smile.

  Date my very best friend in the whole wide world? The guy I have amazing sex with on a regular basis? It was a no-brainer.

  Hell. Yeah.

  Emma’s Awakening

  As the final waves of her orgasm washed over her, Emma lay back on her bed with a sigh of satisfaction and lifted her pink vibrator from under the covers. She gave it a wipe with a tissue and left it in her locker beside a well-worn erotica book. She enjoyed her daily sessions with a racy novel and her vibrator, but lately, she wanted something more.

  It had been a long time since she was with a man. Over two years to be exact. She often wondered if there was something wrong with her. She was twenty-five years old, college-educated, and attractive, if a little plain. So why was this so hard?

  Well, no more, she decided as she threw back the covers on her bed and jumped out. Emma made her way over to the full length mirror on her door to give herself a full appraisal. Not bad, but could be better, she told herself.

  She tossed her long dark hair back over her shoulder and put her hands on her hips. At 5’5”, she wasn’t exactly petite, but years of horse riding and yoga throughout college had kept her in shape. Her waist was small but her ass was always just a bit bigger than she would like. She knew men liked her breasts—they were round and full, and her male friends and co-workers ogled them every time she wore a tight or low-cut top.

  Which wasn’t very often, she admitted to herself. Maybe that was the problem. She didn’t show herself off enough. Emma had always been conscious of her womanly body and tried to cover it as much as possible at work, with ill-fitting pants suits and double-breasted blazers. She had always been a shy girl and even her casual wear was more about not drawing attention to herself than being fashionable or making herself look attractive.

  Emma stripped off her loose-fitting pajama pants and top and pulled a pair of heels from the back of her closet.

  This time, instead of pushing her dark hair behind her shoulders, she let it fall in waves down to her breasts. Wow, she thought, what an improvement a pair of high heels makes.

  The girl in the mirror now looked long and lean in her pink panties and bra; her figure was an hourglass and even her ass looked higher and firmer. Just as she was about to turn around there was a quick knock at her bedroom door and her roommate burst into the room.

  “Hey Emma, can I use your hair dryer, mine is—oh.” Jenny stopped and stared at Emma in amazement. “You look hot.”

  Emma was about to self-consciously cover her body with her arms, but she stopped herself. She was new, confident, and—apparently—hot now.

  “Thank you,” she said, raising her chin a little bit higher and smiling at the little blonde whirlwind that had just stormed into her room, “but I think we discussed knocking before we go into each other’s rooms?”

  “I did knock.” Jenny shrugged. “Besides, you see me in my underwear all the time; it’s only fair I get to see you.”

  Emma laughed at her irrepressible friend. The two had met on the first day of college when they were assigned to the same dorm and, despite Jenny being a wild, overly-confident party girl and Emma being shy and studious, they had been best friends ever since.

  “My hair dryer is in the locker beside my bed,” Emma told her friend as she turned once again to the mirror.

  “Oh, Emma, you naughty girl!” Jenny shouted. Emma whirled around and felt her face go crimson.

  “Jenny put that down! It’s private!” She shrieked in embarrassment as Jenny jumped on her bed, waving her pink vibrator in the air.

  “Oh, chill out Emma, I’m just happy you’re getting any at all, even if it is from yourself. I was starting to think you were asexual.” Jenny giggled at her own joke and sat down on the bed.

  Emma felt tears of embarrassment fill her eyes and quickly turned away from Jenny so she wouldn’t see.

  “Oh, hey, don’t get upset.” Jenny jumped up, alarmed, and put an arm around her friend’s shoulder.

  “No, you’re right, Jen,” Emma said quietly shaking her head. “That’s what I was doing before you came in. I was deciding to be a more sexual person, but I don’t think I can do it.”

  “Of course you can,” Jenny told her friend. “You obviously have the drive to be sexy when you’re in here going to town on yourself all the time with this thing.” Jenny waved the pink vibrator in front of Emma’s face and despite herself, Emma laughed. “Come with me.” Jenny gave Emma a devilish smile and grabbed her hand, dragging her out of the room and down the hallway to her own.

  Inside, she pushed Emma over towards her bed. “Sit there.”

  Emma did as she was told and watched as her friend knelt down below her, searching for something under her bed. She pulled out a large plastic box and sat down on the bed beside Emma.

  “Look at this,” she said and emptied the contents of the box out onto the bed.

  Emma gasped. The box was full of sex toys, lube, condoms and items that she assumed must serve a sexual purpose, but they looked like torture paraphernalia.

  “Oh my God, Jenny.” Emma looked up at her friend in amazement.

  “I know, I know.” Jenny shrugged. “It’s a bit much, but trust me guys love getting into my fun-box.”

  Emma picked up a plastic, purple object that looked like an alien space probe.

  “What’s this one?”

  “Oh, that’s the rabbit. He’s one of my favorites,” Jenny sai
d and pressed a button on the bottom. The toy started to vibrate and thrust in Emma's hand. Emma giggled and threw the rabbit to her friend. “What about this little thing, what could you possibly do with this?” Emma picked up a small silver rectangle and pulled off the top. “Oh, it’s just a lipstick,” she was about to put the top back on when Jenny grabbed it.

  “Oh no, it’s not!” she said, and again she pressed a little button and the lipstick began to hum.

  “Is that a vibrator?” Emma asked, amazed by the powerful noise coming from the seemingly innocent lipstick.

  “See for yourself.” Jenny gave Emma her devilish smile and reached over and placed the lipstick against her bra.

  Through the fabric, Emma could feel the vibe/vibrator buzzing powerfully. Suddenly aware that she was only in her underwear, she pushed Jenny’s hand away. She could feel both her nipples harden and she knew Jenny had noticed too.

  Jenny giggled and brought the little vibrator across her own nipples. “I know, right?” she said. “For such a little guy, he sure packs a punch.” She lowered the lipstick to her crotch and softly rubbed it against the outside of her white cotton pajama shorts.

  Oh my God, Emma thought as she watched the lipstick do tiny circles on Jenny's crotch, this is actually turning me on. She looked up and saw Jenny watching her closely and realized that that was exactly her intention.

  “Do you want me to try it on you?” Jenny asked her friend gently. Emma knew she was testing her, trying to see if she was serious about becoming more sexually empowered.

  She paused to think before she replied. Was this really what she wanted? She had spent the last twenty-five years of her life being a mouse, bowing to everyone else's needs, wants, and expectations. Well, now it was her turn. She tossed her hair, put on her most seductive smile and leaned back on her elbows.

  Without a word, Jenny reached over and began to rub the vibrating lipstick slowly across Emma’s panties, up and down, left and right. Emma gasped as the strong vibrations tickled her clitoris.

  Jenny moved the vibrator up and down slowly across the pink panties, her eyes locked on Emma's.

  Emma felt herself become moist and she knew Jenny could feel it through the light silk of her underwear. She didn’t know which felt better, the vibrator on her clit, or Jenny's eyes on her, so obviously turned on. Slowly, Emma reached out a hand towards Jenny's chest and began to rub her small, perky breasts under her light cotton shirt.

  Jenny rarely wore a bra—she didn’t need to. Her five foot frame was lean, and apart from the handfuls of breasts and the roundness of her ass, she had very few curves. Emma watched in wonder and rubbed Jenny’s nipple through her top as the two of them began to stick out, hard as bullets. She sat up, and Jenny quickly pulled her hand away from her crotch.

  “Sorry, Emma, I was getting a bit carried—” Emma stopped her mid-sentence by putting a finger to her lips. Then, she leaned forward and kissed her hard, slipping her tongue into her friend’s mouth. After a moment of surprised hesitation, Jenny began to reciprocate and they kissed passionately, their tongues frantically twisting as if they couldn’t get enough of each other.

  Emma put her hand on Jenny's and gently took the vibrator from her. She pulled away from her friend slowly, their lips were red and plump from the frantic kissing. “Lie back,” she told her friend.

  As Jenny lay back on the bed, her short, wet, blonde hair tucked behind her ears, Emma slowly pulled off her shorts and slipped her hand between her knees, forcing her legs apart. She gasped. Completely shaven, it was pale pink and dripping wet. Mesmerized, she reached out a finger and gently stroked it. Jenny moaned and watched, as Emma then lifted the finger to her mouth and sucked it.

  “Wow, you taste great,” she told her friend, enjoying the look of desire on her face. “Take off your top.”

  Jenny did as she was told and Emma climbed up between her legs to look at her beautiful breasts. They were definitely a bit on the small side, and where her own nipples were small and pink, Jenny's were large and much darker in color. She leaned forward and began to lick and suck Jenny's nipples, enjoying her moaning and writhing beneath her. She felt her reach up and unclasp her bra, so that her own breasts were now rubbing against Jenny's torso. As she moved up to kiss her friend once more on the lips, their breasts rubbed against each other, hard nipples brushed gently aside.

  Emma positioned herself between Jenny’s legs. She lowered her face closer and began to lick Jenny’s clit, slowly at first. She heard Jenny gasp with pleasure, but she was enjoying herself too much to pay attention. Emma was now aching to be touched. She had never been so aroused in her life! Jenny was now thrusting herself up to meet her tongue and Emma slipped two fingers inside her as she licked Jenny’s clit, gently, once again.

  “Oh God, Emma,” Jenny called out. “Jesus, stop or I’m going to cum.” Emma pulled away, juices dripping down her chin. Jenny sat up and grabbed Emma’s hair, pulling her to her and kissing her passionately. It was her turn.

  Jenny pushed Emma down onto the bed, put her head between Emma’s legs, and licked the side of her inner thigh. Emma had never felt so empowered or so aroused in her entire life. She grabbed Jenny's little blonde head, pushed it harder between her legs, and began to grind against her mouth. Jenny found her way to Emma’s clit and began to apply pressure with her tongue. Emma was so close to ecstasy, her body was trembling.

  “Oh Jenny, I’m going to cum!” she moaned. Without a word, Jenny twirled around, mounting Emma in the sixty-nine position. The two of them buried their tongues in each other and moaned with intense pleasure. With every lick, Emma came closer and closer to the brink of her climax, intensified by the pleasure she was giving Jenny.

  Suddenly, Jenny started to moan and quiver on top of Emma and the sight of her friend coming on top of her set Emma off too. The two girls licked each other as they reached a minute-long climax, muscles tensing, backs arching, tongues pressuring, voices screaming. Every inch of Emma’s body felt her orgasm and she wondered had she ever truly had one before this moment. Her body trembled.

  At last, totally spent, the two girls rolled off each other and lay side by side on Jenny’s bed, panting and sweating.

  * * * * *

  A few hours later, the two girls lay on the sofa watching movies, exhausted by their earlier exploits. Emma had been nervous that things may have shifted between them after being intimate together, but thankfully, nothing was awkward or uncomfortable. Jenny had been delighted with Emma after they recovered from the sex.

  “So are you really serious about becoming more sexually free?” Jenny asked as the credits began to roll on the movie.

  “Yup,” Emma told her friend, yanking herself once again from the memory of her explosive orgasm. “I’m not really sure how to go about it, but I’m going to keep an open mind. Like this morning, for example.” She giggled.

  “I don’t know, Emma,” Jenny looked at her friend thoughtfully. “I don’t think you can just wait for things to happen to you. If you really want this, you’re going to have to make opportunities for yourself.”

  “I didn’t think of it like that,” Emma said, beginning to feel a little silly now when all the excitement of the afternoon was wearing off. Jenny was right; how many opportunities to be sexually liberated had fallen into her lap previous to this? None, that’s how many. “What would you suggest?”

  Jenny’s face lit up. “I was hoping you would ask.” She jumped up from the chair and ran to her bedroom. A few moments later, she returned holding a piece of paper.

  “Here’s the address of a great sex shop. Go in and get yourself a few supplies to have at home. I’ve written you a guide list on the back.”

  Emma burst out laughing. “Thanks, but I actually want to have sex with other people, not just myself”

  “Sex toys are not just a solo experience,” Jenny scolded, “and you need to have a certain few in your possession for when you bring kinky men home. Speaking of which, I am also setting you up
on a blind date.”

  Emma was going to protest, but she held back. “How do you know this guy?” she asked instead.

  “I fucked him for a month last year.” Jenny shrugged nonchalantly. “Trust me, this is the guy you need right now.”

  “OK, but do you think he’ll like me?” Emma was nervous and a little excited. This was so far out of her comfort zone, but she knew it was what she needed. “Of course he’ll like you! I mean, you’re going to bang him senseless!” Jenny assured her. Emma threw a cushion at her friend and they both dissolved into giggles.

  The next day Emma woke early and sprang out of bed, remembering her blind date that evening. As it was Monday, Jenny had organized dinner instead of drinks so Emma would have to go straight from work.

  As she washed her long hair in the shower, she lamented the fact that she hadn’t gone shopping for a new outfit. Her wardrobe was professional and tailored, but not sexy.

  Towelling her hair dry, she went back to her bedroom and saw a black dress laid out on her bed, along with jewelry and a pair of high heels. A new pair of stockings was left on top, alongside a lacy suspender belt. Emma’s jaw dropped—she couldn't wear that to work.

  As she dried her long brown hair, she studied her face in the mirror. Her dark brown eyes were framed by long lashes. Her skin was sallow with a slight spackle of freckles across her nose. Her mouth was a little too large, but she liked her full lips. Meticulously, she began to apply her make-up. Instead of her concealer, clear mascara and lip gloss, she kohled her eyes and applied log sweeping coats of mascara. She applied a dewy foundation and a creamy pink blush and finished it off with a splash of bright red lipstick.