Come Play With Me

by Charlotte Stein

  She laid a hand gently on his.

  ‘No fair,’ she said, her breathing ragged, ‘I want to see skin too.’

  ‘My bad,’ replied Adam, grinning. Hannah sat up, splaying her legs out as she did so that he could see her pants and imagine her soft, sweet sex beneath them. His mouth watered as he thought about probing her with his tongue. She took hold of his chin and drew his gaze to her eye level.

  ‘I remember that look in your eyes,’ she said quietly, her eyes vulnerable and hurting, ‘and it used to scare me. I couldn’t understand how you could want me so much. I didn’t want to disappoint you.’

  She was kneeling in front of him now, and Adam reached around her with both arms and groped her ass, pulling her into him and kissing her, his mind rendered useless at the combination of proximity and flesh and lust. He fumbled for words.

  ‘What do you think now?’ he asked, showering her cheeks with kisses as her fingers fidgeted against his lap. He didn’t want her to be nervous. He gently kneaded her ass as she thought.

  Slowly, her fingers stopped fidgeting and she rested her hands flat against his thighs, before beginning to squeeze. Adam’s cock was throbbing against his trousers. Her touch was like an electric current.

  ‘I’m intoxicated by how much you want me,’ she whispered into his neck. Her hands started to creep up his thighs towards his crotch and Adam could barely breathe. She let out a low chuckle. ‘I’m high on your reaction to me,’ she said, biting his neck softly as her hands came to rest on his cock. He moaned.

  ‘I’m all yours,’ he said, unable to think about anything but how much he wanted her fingers wrapped around his length. He moaned again, wondering how he was still controlling the insatiable urge to rip his clothes off and fuck her.

  Hannah undid the buttons on Adam’s shirt one by one, taking her time to press her fingers to his bare skin between each one. She bit her lip as she looked at him, exploring his body with sight as well as touch. Adam was fascinated by the way she drank him in, as though she had never seen a man naked before. As she reached the last button and carefully pulled the shirt off, she met his eyes.

  ‘You really are beautiful, you know that?’ she said, her eyes shining. ‘I always thought so.’

  Adam smiled and rolled his eyes.

  ‘Look at us,’ he said, ‘like teenagers all over again.’

  ‘I feel like this is my first time,’ said Hannah with a smirk.

  Adam frowned. ‘It isn’t, is it?’ he asked carefully.

  Hannah laughed. ‘No’, she said. ‘But in many ways, you’ll always be my first.’

  ‘Something about that just sounds creepy,’ said Adam.

  ‘Yeah,’ replied Hannah, ‘perhaps we should stop talking and just get on with it.’

  ‘I like the talking,’ said Adam, removing a hand from Hannah’s delightful bottom and kissing her briefly, ‘but other things are good too.’ His fingers found their way down her pants and back into her delightful wetness and she groaned and kissed him. Her hands were tugging at his belt, deftly sliding the buckle out and pulling at the button of his trousers. Adam could scarcely breathe from the anticipation of her hand on his hard cock. As she slid the zip out of the way and peeled away the waistband of his boxers, they both let out a gasp of arousal.

  ‘Fuck. Me. Now,’ hissed Hannah through pursed lips, her hand wrapped around the base of Adam’s shaft, groaning with each stroke. Adam nodded breathlessly. The couple pulled apart slowly, discarding their remaining clothing between sneaking peeks at each other’s naked body. Whilst not self-conscious as a rule, Adam found himself worrying what Hannah would think of him. He blushed and Hannah giggled.

  ‘You look great,’ she said, responding to Adam’s unspoken fear.

  ‘So do you,’ said Adam, gently touching Hannah’s skin. She truly was a wonderful sight with no clothes on, soft wispy hairs covering her mound and her sex glistening with her desire.

  ‘If we do this again,’ said Adam, fumbling with the condom packet because he couldn’t take his eyes away from Hannah’s blushing sex, ‘I am going to go down on you.’

  Hannah stroked Adam’s cock, making it even harder to concentrate on the condom, and she leaned in and kissed him.

  ‘I’d like that,’ she whispered.

  Condom finally in place, Adam trembled as he positioned himself over Hannah’s supine form, resting gently in the grass.

  ‘Are you ready?’ he asked. Hannah’s eyes were wide, whether with fear or anticipation Adam wasn’t sure. She nodded. He slowly guided his cock between her swollen lips. He sucked in a breath, pleasure shooting through him in fiery tendrils. She was hot and tight and everything he had imagined all these years.

  ‘Fuck, you feel good,’ he hissed. He slowly drew out and pushed back in again with a small moan. Hannah smiled and arched her hips upwards towards him, to pull him deeper. He leaned down to kiss her, enjoying the feel of her hard nipples pushing into his chest and her soft skin against his own. She looked to be away with the fairies, an easy smile of peace and pleasure all over her face.

  ‘I could do this all night,’ she said, gripping his forearms and kissing him back, her tongue exploring him slowly, brushing against teeth and tongue and lips. With a subtle twist of her hips, she took his cock in deeper, eliciting a guttural moan from him. He buried his face in her chest, his breathing laboured and difficult as he resisted the urge to thrust harder. He wanted to take this slow and steady, but the tightness of her sex and the associated satisfaction made it difficult to think. God, he was enjoying this.

  Hannah’s hand drifted to her clitoris, where she massaged small circles, gasping noisily as she drifted over her sweet spot. The sight of her touching herself tipped Adam’s pleasure-addled brain over the edge and he penetrated her deeper, pulling almost all the way out of her before driving back in again, the wet slap of skin against skin almost masked by the animal sounds of pleasure emitted by both of them. With each stroke Hannah moaned, her pitch slowly building and driving Adam wild. The pressure building inside his cock was magnificent. Please, he thought, don’t let me come too soon.

  He could feel her orgasm building as surely as he could feel his own and, when she gasped, ‘I’m almost there,’ he nearly came, thinking about how beautiful her climax would be. Then she came, with a scream, spasming and squeezing around Adam’s cock. He could hold himself no longer and came a few moments later in an explosive rush of pain and ecstasy and relief. The shuddering aftershocks knocked the breath out of him with their intensity as Hannah’s body quivered and jerked underneath him, her hands clutching at him as she moaned. As they both subsided, she began to laugh, and Adam noticed tears at the corners of her eyes.

  ‘What’s wrong?’ he asked, hoping he hadn’t hurt her in his uncontrolled enjoyment. She smiled at him and Adam was reminded of the way she had smiled like that when they had been younger. The startling contrast to the moment they were now sharing hit him like a brick, and he stifled the urge to laugh at the absurdity of what they had just done.

  ‘Nothing,’ she said. ‘I’m just happy.’ She was beginning to relax, her eyes shiny and bright and exhausted all at the same time. Her face was pink and glowing. Adam withdrew and collapsed on the grass next to her, breathing heavily, his arm draped across her chest. They lay there for a few minutes, saying nothing, listening to their frantic heartbeats slowing to a normal pace and enjoying the warmth of their pressed bodies.

  At length, Adam realised that they should move or they were liable to fall asleep. He sat up and looked over Hannah’s naked form once more, at their clothes lying around in a forgotten heap, and thought about what they’d just done, about what it represented and how long they had waited to do it.

  ‘Would you change anything?’ he asked quietly, hoping that Hannah would understand what he meant. She frowned as she considered the question. She smiled softly.

  ‘No,’ she whispered, sitting up so that she could wrap her arms around him and plant a kiss on his neck.
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br />   She sighed as he pulled her close, and Adam thought about the years that they had spent together as teenagers, the shy courtship followed by awkward kisses and falling in love and fighting and then eventually going their separate ways. He had often regretted that Hannah had not been the first woman he made love to, but that didn’t seem important any more, not compared with the satisfaction and dazzling wonder of the act they had just committed.

  ‘No,’ whispered Hannah again, her lips nuzzling Adam’s neck, ‘that was perfect.’

  Try Before You Bi!

  Kitt Gerrard

  ‘Press down harder on the table top. I want to be able to see where your big creamy tits squashed all over the glass, next time I sit here and eat my dinner!’

  Anya’s face flushed crimson as she agonised about obeying the demand, and not just because of the wanton, bottom-in-the-air pose it would force her to adopt. Deep down she knew didn’t have to do this; she was here by invitation, not command. There was nothing stopping her getting up there and then and walking out the door – except, of course, for the little matter of being completely naked.

  She couldn’t believe how this was all happening so quickly. Only an hour ago it had just been like any other normal day and now – well!

  To be fair, a little part of herself did realise she had largely brought this upon herself. There could be no denying that over the past few weeks at the university sports club she had allowed herself to get into the habit of going into the communal showers just after Tori. That wasn’t at all the kind of thing she normally did, but she couldn’t seem to help it. Tori had such a fantastic body, she never got tired of secretly looking at her.

  To Anya, being involved in the women’s football team was just a bit of fun, a way of getting some exercise at the same time as making new friends. But it was obvious it was much more than that to Tori. She was a natural athlete; you could see that from the way she played. She was good enough to earn a place in most guys’ teams.

  From snatches of conversation she’d eavesdropped on, Anya knew she swam and ran for the uni, as well, and it all showed in her figure. She had a wonderful physique with powerful, square shoulders, lithe, sinuous limbs and a bottom as firm as an unripe peach. She was so toned all over, Anya used to joke to herself that she probably even had muscles in those wonderfully tight-bobbed breasts of hers. After all, there weren’t many girls in the changing room whose nips pointed up at the ceiling.

  Anya had been confused by her feelings towards Tori right from the first time she’d seen her in the nude and she still didn’t understand why she was so dangerously addicted to looking at her. All she knew was that she was like a moth drawn to a flame; she just really got off on drinking in the dark-haired girl’s Amazonian curves.

  Of course, she’d had to be very careful not to get caught peeking at her in the showers. Not just by Tori herself, but by any of the other girls. It would have been mortifying if anyone else had picked up on her little deviation. She would never have lived it down if she’d been found out spying on Tori as she uninhibitedly ran her soapy hands all over her bare body.

  Especially so if she’d been discovered peering down at Tori’s bush – which, she was ashamed to reflect, was all too possible because that was a particular fascination of hers. Tori’s pubes were unbelievable, the thickest, most luxuriant sprouting of curls Anya had ever seen down there on anyone. Really, it was just the most amazing tangle of wild growth and Anya had developed all kinds of ruses so she could linger under a nearby showerhead and keep on snatching illicit glimpses of the sporty girl’s magnificent black mat.

  That, though, was as far as anything had gone – up until now. Then, just after Anya had set off home after practice that evening, she’d spotted Tori trudging along the roadside with her heavy kitbag slung over her shoulder. Of course, she’d stopped straight away to offer a lift and Tori had gladly accepted the ride. It seemed her car was in the garage and she’d been expecting a bus, but it hadn’t turned up.

  As it happened, her flat wasn’t very far away, but they’d chatted animatedly all the way there. It was only after they’d arrived that things had turned upside down when Tori had, seemingly casually, turned towards Anya to ask her if she wanted to come in for a while and then, completely out of blue, leaned over and kissed her full on the lips.

  Anya had been shocked – so totally taken by surprise that she’d instinctively recoiled, making it Tori’s turn to be confused.

  ‘Hey, I’m sorry. It’s just the way you’ve been eyeing me up at the club every week made me think you were, you know, “into” me. So what’s the real situation? Got a boyfriend?’

  ‘Not at the moment – but I’ve had loads,’ Anya had added, a little too hastily.

  ‘It’s females only for me, as you might have guessed already. And I have to say, despite the protests, something’s still telling me our signals haven’t been completely crossed. I still think you’re interested in me. Ever been with a girl?’

  ‘No, no, never,’ Anya had blustered, colouring up, ‘You’ve got me all wrong.’

  ‘Oh, I really don’t think so, babe. Your mouth is saying one thing, but your eyes are definitely saying another. You’re a classic bi-curious if ever I met one.’

  Anya had had to look away quickly then, afraid her expression would betray her true state of uncertainty. Not that it mattered, because Tori hadn’t given up on her hunch just yet.

  ‘Anyway, despite the denials, my invite’s still open. The choice is yours, but it seems to me like the perfect chance to find out just how curious you really are. So, why not come on in and have some fun with me?’

  Anya’s first reaction had been to start up the car and escape but the voice of temptation inside her head had persuaded her that she’d come to uni for new experiences and this certainly counted as that, so …

  So, heart in her mouth, she’d dutifully followed the rangy athlete into her flat and into the unknown.

  Straightaway Tori had poured them both a stiff drink, but as she’d thrust the glass into Anya’s hand, she’d had a little confession to make.

  ‘I have to own up – I turned down three other offers for lifts before you finally came along.’

  ‘You mean this was planned?’ Anya gasped, as the penny dropped.

  ‘Let’s just say I thought it was up to me to move things forward – which is why I’m also going to take control now; it’ll be better that way. So, for starters, what you’re going to do is take off all your clothes whilst I go and get ready. Now don’t be coy, it’s not as if I’ve never seen you in the buff before. You’re not the only one who’s been doing a bit of undercover surveillance in the showers, you know!’

  Once Tori had pulled the curtains closed and gone off to the bedroom, though it seemed like madness, Anya hadn’t been able to stop herself slowly stripping off until, dizzy with nervous anticipation, she’d perched herself awkwardly on the edge of the sofa without a stitch on.

  Her hands had shaken uncontrollably as she gulped down the last of her drink. All the while she’d waited, her mind had raced on, conjuring up vision after vision of the perverted things that might be going to happen to her when Tori got back. She’d still been torn in two, half of her longing to stay and venture into the uncharted world of depravity that Tori was offering, half of her just wanting to grab her clothes and bolt.

  Then her mind had been made up for her as Tori returned. No matter what scenarios Anya had been imagining in her head, they had paled to insignificance compared to the reality she’d been presented with now.

  Tori was as bare as she was, except, that is, for the extremely sinful device she had belted on round her waist and between her thighs. It was a series of interconnecting leather straps all designed to hold a shield-shaped cup tightly fitted over her entire quim. And standing out of the centre of that triangular plate was the most enormous black rubber dildo.

  In response to Anya’s sharp intake of breath, Tori had snorted amusedly, ‘What were you expect
ing, pink baby-doll pyjamas? This is my particular thing and, as I reckoned this might possibly be your one and only go at girl-on-girl action, I thought you needed to be shown that it’s not all silk camisoles and sixty-nine-ing by soft candlelight. Sometimes it’s downright filthy-dirty – as you’re about to find out.’

  She’d stroked her hand along the thick shaft lovingly.

  ‘I’ve got a big collection of these beauties, but this is my favourite. There’s something about the look of hard black rubber when it’s got a gleaming coat of clear lubricant drizzled all over it like this. You’ll notice as well that this selection is also an improvement on the original, flesh, male model in that it’s ribbed all the way down the shaft with this series of rings. I promise you that when they’re going in and out of your pussy, they’ll make it purr like it’s never done before.’

  ‘I can’t possibly –’

  ‘Forget the second thoughts; I’m in charge now. Remember? So, do as I say. Come over here and bend forward over the end of this table.’

  Almost as if she’d been mesmerised by the fearsome curve standing out of Tori’s flat groin, Anya had swallowed hard and stood up on legs of jelly. Unable to drag her gaze away, she’d made her way over to the steel-and-glass dining table and very, very gingerly laid herself forward over the edge, shuddering as the cold surface touched her berry-hard nipples like she’d been splashed with ice water.

  That was how she’d ended up in the situation she was in now: being coarsely urged to sucker her full breasts even harder onto the glass. And the thing was, even though she knew how rudely exposing the pose was going to be, she did, eventually, do as she’d been told. Something about the thought of how erotic she was going to look, presenting herself like that, finally made her accept that this, whatever this was, was what she really wanted.

  Submitting to desire, she dropped into the truly brazen pose, displaying her private parts fully to Tori, who immediately stepped in close behind her upturned rear to issue new instructions.