by Mia Moore
I waited until Daphne had finished half of her drink before I slipped off the chair and led her to the dance floor. She’d given every indication that she was interested in exploring her bi side. What better way to lead into it than a close dance.
I was only an inch or two taller than her so took the lead, holding her close in my arms as we swayed together. “I’m really hot for you.” Not waiting for a reply, I kissed her lips softly, lingered, brushing my mouth across hers, urged her with my tongue probing the inside of her lip.
Fuck, she was so pretty and fresh, the spicy scent of her perfume adding to my desire. My fingers threaded through her hair and I pulled her to me, crushed her lips against mine, let her know with my tongue what I ached to do to her clit. I felt her melt into me, lost in the kiss, our breath hissing through flared nostrils, mingling as our passion rose.
My hand trailed down her neck, chest and slipped inside her dress. Satin skin filled my hand. I rolled her breast under my palm, pulled and kneaded before pressing my fingers together on her button-like nipple. She moaned into my mouth when I scraped my finger over the pebbled surface.
Her lips left mine and whispered in my ear. “Oh my God, this is hot! I’m getting felt up on a dance floor! By a woman!”
Her hand fell to my breast, pushing the loose fabric aside to hold it tenderly. She was new to this. I could tell by her shyness, the way she held me like I might break. That wouldn’t last long.
My other hand slid down her body until it rested on the hem of her dress. With a sharp tug, it was up, stretched over her stomach and I pulled the crotch of her G string panties aside. Her swaying movements paused as I trailed my finger along her slit, pushed into her opening. Oh God, she was so hot and wet that I wanted to ravish her, sink down on my knees and lick her lust.
My own clit was hard, craving the touch of her hand, her tongue…anything, but I focused on her need. I dragged my slick, slippery finger out of her, through her velvet lips to the firm nub of pleasure. I rolled my finger over it, stroking it slowly. It was a perfect clit, protruding just a little…so suck-able.
Her lips left mine, her head drifting sideways, losing herself in the pleasure my fingers—her nipple, clit. I tilted my head and kissed her once more, lips barely touching, tongue reaching to flick quickly over hers. Oh yeah, this was what I’d do to her clit later and she knew it. Her hips rocked into my hand. She was close to coming but I couldn’t have that—not yet.
I pulled my hand from her pussy and adjusted her dress, just as the song ended. She pressed her body against mine, hands reaching behind me to squeeze my ass. Over her shoulder, I saw Don and Craig watching us from where they sat at the table. The blatant arousal on Craig’s face brought a smile to my lips. I pushed Daphne away and put my arm around her waist about to lead her back to the table.
Her hand rose and cupped my face as she peered into my eyes. “You’ll continue this later?”
The plea of lust was music to my ears. I kissed her and held her close walking back to the table.
Instead of taking a seat, I looked at Don and Craig. “It’s time. C’mon.”
They followed us like mice following the Pied Piper, silently guided by an all consuming lust, the prelude to be the all time male favorite—girl on girl.
When we reached the change area, a long narrow room flanked with grey metal lockers, benches adorned with islands of pristine white towels, I let go of her hand and stepped close to Don.
It’s always been our ritual, removing each other’s clothes before we play with another couple--a final kiss and blessing we give to each other, connecting and reaffirming our love in this intimate, private act.
He kissed my neck and reached for the hem of the dress, pulled it up my body. I unbuttoned his shirt and opened the buckle of his belt. We broke only to slip the dress up and off my shoulders and arms.
I slid his shirt off and licked his nipple, felt the soft dark hair of his chest tickle my nose. My tongue ran over his firm pectoral muscle, through the valley of hair to his other nipple, all the while pulling his belt off and unsnapping his pants.
Stripped down to my stockings and high heels. I could feel Craig’s eyes on my body.
I pushed Don’s pants down, felt his thighs rise as he eased out of his shoes. His cock, hard and oozing, popped free, so straight that you could hang clothes on it. My fingers circled it and I slowly rubbed it, massaged the pre-cum into the mushroom cap head. We kissed once more and then he handed me a towel.
Beside us, Craig and Daphne stood, naked and luscious as the day they were born. Oh my. Craig’s cock brushed his taut stomach. There was a delightfully wicked curve and the knob was almost an arrow head. Oh yeah, baby, The G spot was just the target for that bad boy.
Daphne’s eyes flitted from Don to me, almost nervously. Hesitation, that evaporated under my skilled fingers on the dance floor, surfaced again. She looked so sweet, a voluptuous woman-virgin. Oh God, I couldn’t wait to bust her girl-cherry.
Once more I took her hand and led her to the playroom door. It was dark for a moment, until our eyes adjusted to the low lighting. There were only a few groups of people in there. Most were single couples, turned on by the eroticism of the club and happily fucking or sucking.
The walls were lined with low, king size beds, all draped in white sheets. In a few areas, there were tiers of beds, at different heights, abutting each other--just the thing for us.
Softly I approached one and knee walked across the lowest until I reached the higher one against the wall. I climbed up, swung around to look at Daphne and beckoned with my finger. It didn’t take any coaxing to get her scrambling up beside me.
I kissed her and held her body, lowering both of us until we lay on our sides, snuggled together. Once more, my tongue treated hers like a clit, licked and sucked until her hips and pelvis pushed into mine. If her arousal had abated while we were undressing, it was back and higher than ever.
I pulled the end of the towel away, exposed her naked body and bent to kiss and suck her nipple into my mouth. Once more the pure, floral scent drifted into my nose. My teeth nibbled on the top hat nipple, and I felt her gasp and reach for my breast. This time there was no gentle tentative touch. She squeezed and kneaded it quickly, clutching my tit so hard her fingernails bit in.
I raised my head and looked into her eyes. Her eyebrows were raised a little and lips parted, not entirely sure how her first time with a woman would go. Her breath was fast betraying a lust and craving far stronger than any fear.
It was contagious. I licked her breast, her abdomen…navel. With just the tip of my tongue I explored, while my hand groping over the landing strip of pussy hair to her slit. Oh yes…her clit was so ready to be handled, protruding, in the warm folds of her lips.
I dipped into her opening, a tease of more to come, wetting my finger, sliding it through her furrow. She moaned as I bent lower to kiss her there. My fingers pulled her lips apart, and I gazed at the swollen, burgundy skin of her labia, clit a paler, soft target for my tongue.
As fast as any vibrator, my tongue flicked over her, and was rewarded by the quiver of her body. She tugged on my thigh, urged me to bring my hips closer to her head. I didn’t have to be asked twice.
I adjusted my body, still lying on my side and spread my legs, inviting her touch on my pussy.
Oh fuck! For someone new to this, her fingers were perfect, just the right amount of pressure dragging slowly on the sensitive underside of my clit. I dove onto her bud again with my tongue, lapping and slurping as she applied sweet, agonizing torture to my clit. My hips took on a life of their own, bucking closer and closer to her mouth.
Just the tip of her tongue caressed my bud for a few seconds. Oh God, it had felt nice but it was her first time eating pussy. Better to let her take things at her own speed, even though I longed to thrust forward, mash my cunt onto her mouth.
A jolt of pure lust shot through my body when her hands cupped my ass and she pulled me closer. Her tongue flick
ed across my clit before she took it between her lips. It was so good but I wanted more… I rocked my pussy into her face…sucked her hot bud with lips and tongue…my fingers dove into her…wet and slippery hole.
“Oh fuck, that’s so fucking hot.” Craig’s words were soft background, repeated like a mantra.
I felt her legs tremble, lips fall away from me as she lost herself in bliss. Bliss that my tongue and hands gladly gave her. This was her first time, and I made damn sure the bar was set high. She’d remember this night the rest of her life.
My lips pressed round her clit, sucked it into my mouth while my tongue fluttered across it, fast as the wings of a hummingbird. She was my little bird and I wanted to make her soar and sing out in lust. All of my fingers were in her, curling against her soft inner walls, fucking her hard and fast.
She whimpered and cried out...incoherent, trembling and thrashing in her ecstasy. Her cunt became wetter still as she orgasmed, clenching her muscles tight on my hand. Oh God, there would never be anything more erotic than a person lost in lust. The fact that I’d put her there, her first time, made it so special.
Her hands flew to my head and she pushed, at the same time jerking her hips away. Oh yeah, I know that feeling. It was so good, it became painfully sensitive.
Her fingers once more softly stroked my clit but I eased back away from them.
She sighed and lifted her head to watch me as I rose. “Sara…I want to again.”
I wiped my face with the back of my hand and leaned over to kiss her lips. “You licked my pussy and really got me going. But right now, I need a hard cock.”
I turned from her and smiled at Craig. I didn’t need to crook a finger to get him going. He held his cock in his hand, and rubbed it as he pulled me down onto the lower bed.
Don’s hand brushed my cheek and he kissed me before taking a place on the upper bed next to Daphne. If she was anything like me, even though she’d had a terrific orgasm from oral, she’d still appreciate the fullness of a guy’s cock right about then.
As for me, I couldn’t wait to fuck Craig, such a yummy, young guy, hot and horny for me. We kissed deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth, tasting his wife’s lust on my lips. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, grasping and rolling my tits, pulling my ass cheeks, fingers sliding in my furrow.
And I wanted him just as badly, especially after the session with his wife. My fingers closed around his cock, stroked it, pulled it closer to my pussy. The velvet knob slid against my clit and I held it there for a few moments-such sweet torture, shooting thrills through me.
He rolled over onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I rose to a kneeling position, straddling his hips, my hand still playing with his cock. I looked down, at his shaft… the glisten of a pearl of pre-cum in the slit of his knob, my hand stroking the thickness below. Oh God…I couldn’t wait any longer.
I lifted my ass and held the thick head against my opening, slowly lowered onto him, filling my cunt with that glorious meat. Craig moaned, his eyes half closed in lust watching me fuck him. I rolled my hips in a circle, loving the feel of his cock pushing into all of me.
His finger touched my clit and flicked it softly, sending me to new heights of lust. Oh…the look on his face, eyes closing softly, lips parted as I tightened my muscles on him…fuck, I was close to coming.
Beside and above us, the slap of Don’s thighs against Daphne’s ass as he fucked her doggie style became faster. I turned and saw her face against the bed, ass high, Don’s fingers dug into it, pulling and steadying her each time he thrust. From the way she moaned, fingers fisting the sheet, she was hot for more.
There’s almost nothing that will put me over the edge faster than the lust in a man’s face as he becomes lost in ecstasy. Don was there in that moment—his lips drawn back, eyes totally focused on Daphne’s ass, specifically his cock pummeling into her.
Below me, Craig eyes were soft slits, his lower lip loose, puffing air in time with the humping up of his hips. I pushed his hand off my clit and I took over. My finger vibrated my hot bud as I rocked up and down, riding his cock.
“Oh fuck me…Jesus you’re hot…” Craig’s words…his eyes watched my tits bounce…hands pulled my hips…strained upward, breath hissing through clenched teeth as his cock erupted deep inside.
Waves of searing bliss rolled through my body, riding that cock, sucking it deep into me…oh sweetmotherofmary…so…fucking…sweet.
I collapsed, my chest pressed against Craig’s broad chest, our hearts beating fast against each other.
His hand stroked my back absently. “Wow. Oh my God, you drained me.”
I rolled over and lay next to him, still trying to catch my breath. It was quiet in the bed above. I looked up and Don and Daphne lay together, spooning.
“Drained you just for a little while.” I patted my hand on his thigh and rose to my feet. I stood next to the edge of the upper bed and smiled into Don’s eyes.
He rose up, rested his torso on one elbow, returning my smile. “Happy Lump Day, Sara.”
I glanced at the beautiful young woman lying next to my guy and then down to her sexy young husband. Yeah, the lump in my breast had led us here. It hadn’t been easy. But then again, nothing worthwhile ever is.
Chapter 2: The Lump
Two years earlier…
I strolled along the meat counter, picked up a few of the smaller packages, portions sized for two people. Don had been following me, pushing the cart, but now was nowhere to be found.
He was probably still in the breakfast cereal aisle, the last one we’d been in. When I rounded the corner, he stood behind the cart, laughing and chatting with an attractive, dark haired woman. A knot formed in my stomach watching the ease and familiarity of their conversation.
She was younger than me, hell, probably even younger than Don! Her hands were in the pockets of rather tight jeans and the tailored leather jacket she wore was definitely designed for style, not warmth.
I forced a smile and walked towards them. Don looked up and his grin became wider; his gaze never left my face.
“There she is. Sara, I was just telling Laurie about you.”
I glanced at her. She eyed me with the same phony, shit eating grin that was plastered on my face.
“THIS is Sara. Nice to meet you.” She slithered a hand from the jeans and extended it to me. The smile on her full lips never reached her eyes.
I took a deep breath and stepped forward, shook her hand.
“Sara, this is Laurie Plank. I did some work for her and her husband last year, a new furnace. Remember I told you? The job in Meadowvale?” Don continued smiling at me; he sounded sincere.
“So you guys bought a house downtown? That’s great. Just in time for the holiday season. Your second Christmas together and already a house. You work fast.” A light trill of laughter escaped her lips as she rolled her eyes. “I mean, both of you.”
It was obvious she thought we were a bit reckless, a relationship hastily formed and therefore not to be taken too seriously. She even had the gall to continue flirting, placing her hand on Don’s arm when she chuckled. He didn’t seem to mind the attention.
Why had the temperature dropped on today of all days, and I had chosen to wear the sack-like, down ski jacket--down feathers from an ugly duckling. Women like Laurie always made me feel second rate. How did they do it, act so assured and confident, knowing that guys would always be interested in what they had to say? I couldn’t even manage a good come-back to her underhanded slag remark that women are so good at.
“What can I say? When you find the right one, why waste time, especially when the clock’s ticking faster and faster all the time.” Don glanced at her and smiled.
I hardly had time to feel the relief and warmth flood through me before his eyes closed and mouth dropped, for a moment.
“Oh God, sorry Laurie. That was stupid, especially after…you know, Spencer.”
She patted his arm and leaned closer to him, gaze
d into his eyes. “That’s okay. We had Christmas together at least, before he died. It took a while but I’m doing okay now.”
Oh great. My suspicions were confirmed; the lonely widow was hitting on Don.
“I hate to interrupt but we’ve got to hit the hardware store before it closes Don.” It wasn’t like me to be callous to her grief but self preservation trumped empathy.
“If I don’t see you before Christmas, have a good one.” Laurie’s arms went around Don’s neck and she kissed his cheek. After a meaningful, long look into his eyes, she released him and touched my arm. “Nice meeting you, Sara.”
I smiled and started walking away. Over my shoulder, I called. “You too. Have a good Christmas.” I couldn’t get away from her fast enough.
“Hey, wait up.” Don pushed the cart, and nudged me on the hip with it.
I turned and scowled at him before continuing back to the meat counter.
“Sara?” He walked alongside, his head tilted, eyes question marks.
“I don’t remember you telling me about a client in Meadowvale and a furnace job--must have been before you met me. I wouldn’t be surprised if she calls you for some stupid repair on the furnace soon.” Oh God, I hated the way I sounded, all jealous and needy but I couldn’t help it. My teeth were clenched as I rifled through the bin of cured hams.
Don’s hand gripped my arm and he pulled me around to face him. His eyebrows were drawn together, chin almost on his chest looking down at me. “If she calls, don’t worry I’ll get one of the guys to go. It won’t be me fixing anything for Laurie.”
I exhaled softly through my nose. That was a temporary relief. But this was crazy, to feel jealous like this. Would I ever be able to fully trust a guy again after the way Jeff had cheated?
I shook my head, trying to grab any logical thought rattling around in my brain. I took a breath. “No. We can’t—”