“Let’s dance,” whispered Lucas and he brushed his lips across my neck.
The feeling of his mouth on my skin was electric and, all of a sudden, my body knew just what to do. I arched by back, presenting my neck to Lucas and pressing my breasts to Stephanie. My ass ground against Lucas’s hard cock of its own volition and I brought one leg up, hooking it around Stephanie and drawing her closer to our undulating hips. Stephanie grinned, running her tongue down my throat as her hands and mine knotted.
Lucas spun us out, then grabbed me by my ass and slid me back up along his leg until my pussy was pressed tight to his hip. On his other side, Stephanie was pressed tight to him, one leg hooked around his hips, her foot resting against my waist as he held her like he did me: one hand cupping her ass, his fingers already spreading her cheeks. Stephanie leaned down and kissed me passionately, letting Lucas enjoy the show as she played with my tongue.
Again, Lucas spun us away and this time Stephanie brought herself up onto the table, spreading her legs so that I could fit between them. She reached under my dress and pulled down my underwear, tugging it to the floor with one foot. I stepped out of it and she drew me up to her so that I was straddling her lap, my legs on the table behind her. Her eyes still on mine, she drew me into another deep kiss, her hands tangling in my hair. As we kissed I felt Lucas take my hips in his hands and press his face to me. He was on his knees below us, licking my clit, my pussy, my taint, and then the tight knot of nerves around my asshole. I groaned into Stephanie’s mouth at the feel of his rough, wet tongue teasing my most sensitive skin.
When he began to finger me, his tongue flicking my clit hard and fast, I nearly came right then and there. Stephanie leaned forward, nipping and kissing my neck as she reached around, spreading my ass with her hands to make Lucas’s job easier, kneading my cheeks with her strong fingers. My back arched, my body quivering with pleasure, and I clung to Stephanie, my fingers tightening in her hair with every plunge of Lucas’s fingers.
With one final deep thrust, Lucas pulled away and I gasped at the sudden loss. But only for a minute.
Stephanie rolled us over so that I was on my back, looking up at the same ceiling I’d been staring at moments before they had arrived -- if only I’d known what had been going to happen! Stephanie shimmied out of her leggings while Lucas pulled her dress over her head. I sat up, reaching around her to undo her bra. Her tits were incredible and, curious, I brought one hard pink nipple to my mouth. I knew what I liked to have done to me, so I did the same to Stephanie, swirling my tongue around the nipple, flicking it from base to tip while my empty hand fondled her other breast. Stephanie moaned, pressing herself to me. I smiled, feeling proud.
But before I could do much else she pushed me away, laying me back on the table. Bending over at the waist, she drew her tongue down my stomach, her hands cupping my breasts. When her tongue finally found my clit, I moaned with pleasure. As she licked between the swollen folds of my pussy, I watched as Lucas dropped his pants, taking out his enormous cock and masturbating to the sight of Stephanie eating me out. Lucas caught my eye and grinned as I watched him pump his throbbing length from balls to head with one hand, his eyes fixed on us. Just as Stephanie began to finger me, he spread Stephanie’s ass and drove himself into her all at once. She moaned into me, her fingers and tongue picking up speed as she rocked herself against Lucas.
Using his hands to keep Stephanie’s ass cheeks spread wide so that he could go as deep as possible, Lucas watched me watch him fuck Stephanie. I panted, licking my lips, unable to look away from the sight of him thrust into his girlfriend, his balls slapping against her clit. Stephanie dug her fingers into my flesh, her tongue working furiously at my g-spot. Watching them fuck was too much for me and I licked my fingers and reached down, frantically rubbing my clit as Stephanie continued to lick and finger my pussy. I couldn’t help but imagine the sensation of being fucked by Lucas, my whole pussy full of his cock as he pumped me faster and faster, my ass bouncing against the slippery muscles of his stomach.
Suddenly Stephanie moaned long and loud, her body convulsing around Lucas’s dick as she came. Her breasts bounced and swung and I reached forward, drawing her into a deep kiss, our bodies rocking together until her orgasm finished. Panting, she slid off Lucas and smiled at me.
“Your turn,” she said. I looked up at Lucas, his erection glistening with Stephanie’s juices, and bit my lip. She climbed on top of me, keeping my legs open as Lucas drew the head of his dick across my quivering pussy. He rubbed my clit with my own juices, drawing his head up and down a few more times as I moaned in anticipation. Then, just when I thought he never would, he sheathed himself to the hilt, his cock filling me just as I’d imagined it would. I gasped, the tight, wet walls of my pussy expanding to accommodate his size. Stephanie straddled me so that Lucas’s cock rubbed her clit as it slid in and out of me. She arched her back, hooking one arm around Lucas’ neck so that I could watch her tits bounce in time to Lucas’s rhythmic thrusting. I moaned, my fingers grabbing her muscular thighs and digging into their silky flesh.
“Fuck me hard,” I begged.
Lucas grinned, grazing Stephanie’s neck with his mouth. Then he slid his hands under me. Holding me up by my ass, he began to pump furiously, driving the entire slick length of his cock into me again and again while I screamed his name, unable to believe the flood of sensation that was threatening to overtake me. Stephanie supported herself on top of me, her hips grinding into mine, putting pressure on my g-spot from above so that every stroke of Lucas’s penis sent even more intense waves of pleasure through me. Then, just before I came, she rolled off me, sitting back to watch Lucas bring me shuddering against him, my ass slapping his balls as our frantic pace picked up and his enormous cock hit places I hadn’t even known I’d had. I was screaming loud enough for the whole block to hear, I’m sure. I grabbed the edge of the table behind me as Lucas’s pumping crescendoed and, with a final deep thrust and a groan, he came in me, his slick body collapsing on top of mine. Gasping, I felt my pussy spasm and tighten around his quivering dick as my orgasm came hard on the heels of his. I moaned as it faded, slowly uncurling my fingers from their death-grip on the table.
Stephanie leaned forward, kissing me gently on the mouth. “See?” she said. “You had nothing to be afraid of.”
I giggled weakly. “I just hope I’m not too stiff to dance tomorrow.”
Lucas raised himself up on his arms, accepting a kiss from Stephanie as well. “Don’t even think that,” he said. “You’ll be fantastic. Just like you were right now.”
I blushed. “Do you guys want to shower?” I offered.
They glanced at each other and smiled. “Will you come in with us?” Stephanie asked, grinning impishly.
My blush deepened as if showering together was somehow even more intimate than what we’d just done.
“I’d love to,” I said.
Chapter 7
The next day dawned sunny and warm and I woke up nestled between Stephanie and Lucas and feeling more relaxed than I’d ever thought possible. Until I remembered it was the morning of the competition. Then I sat bolt upright in bed, looking wildly around the room for anything and everything I might need.
Her hair mussed from sleep, Stephanie propped herself up on one arm laid a calming hand on my thigh. “Easy, tiger,” she said. “Just calm down. It’s all going to be okay.”
“It’s competition day!” I answered frantically.
She nodded. “I know. Now calm down.”
I took a few deep breaths and stopped shaking.
“Good,” she said. “Now let’s get you ready. Lucas, wake up.”
Her boyfriend groaned in response and she reached across me to smack him gently on the ass. “Up, Lucas!”
“Okay, okay, I’m up,” he said, one hand reaching underneath him to fondle his morning erection.
“I mean up out of bed,” Stephanie replied, rolling her eyes with a smile.
“Much less fu
n,” he pouted as he rolled off the bed. Looking down at us, he smiled and pressed a kiss to each of our foreheads. “I have a good feeling about today,” he said and headed for the bathroom.
I’m glad somebody does, I thought, fighting down butterflies.
Chapter 8
The competition was being held in the ballroom of the fanciest hotel in town. When we arrived, I couldn’t stop my hands from trembling at the sight of the bright lights, the judges, and all the other beautiful couples in their amazing outfits. Stephanie, always perceptive, put her arm around me and pulled me tight.
“Jessica,” she whispered in my ear, “stop worrying. You are going to leave all those other dancers in the dust. Ignore the judges, ignore the audience, ignore everyone but Lucas. Remember last night?”
I nodded. How could I ever forget?
“Do you remember how beautiful you were? How sexy you felt when Lucas watched you?”
I swallowed.
“Just focus on that. It’s just you and Lucas out there. Focus on that desire, that passion. I want to come just watching you two dance, okay?”
I looked up at her, amazed at her bluntness, and she smiled at me, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “And I know you know what I like,” she whispered. Her warm breath against my ear sent shivers racing down my spine.
“Yeah,” I replied. “I can do that.”
“Good,” said Stephanie. “Now go win this thing. You deserve it!”
“All ready?” Lucas came up next to us, looking to die for in his fitted white button-down shirt and tight black pants. I nodded. He leaned down and gave Stephanie a long, intimate kiss. I watched them without jealousy. I knew that’s what he and I would be doing in a moment.
“For luck,” Lucas said, winking. He held out his hand and led me onto the floor.
We were the last to dance alone and, as we waited for the music to start, I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. I focused on Lucas, on his fingers gently teasing my sensitive mound, on his mouth brushing my bare shoulder, and I knew I could do this.
And I did. Our routine went by in a swirl of undulating hips and smoldering near-kisses. As the song climaxed, the lights began to grow dark, and Lucas lowered himself onto me at last, I reached up, hooking my leg around his and drew him to me, kissing him with all the passion I had denied myself for so long.
As the last notes faded, the judges and the audience alike rose to their feet, yelling and clapping. The noise was like a tidal wave as Lucas helped me stand. I was so overwhelmed that he had to press his hand to my back to remind me the curtsy. As we accepted our applause, I looked over to where Stephanie was sitting. She was grinning and clapping and wiping away tears. I caught her eye and we smiled at each other. We had done it!
We all waited in line as the judges made their final deliberations before standing to announce the winners. Now that the dance was over, my nerves had returned and I stood with weak knees as they read out the third and second place winners. And then, finally, as if in a dream, they read out our names. Lucas led me to the raised middle of the podium and held my hands as the judges passed me the golden cup. Together we stood in the middle of the crowd, holding the cup over our heads as lights flashed and photographers took our picture. I looked out over the crowd and felt pride swell in me. Not only had I proved what a dancer I truly was, I had overcome my fears and spent the best night of my life with two people I now counted as some of my closest friends. I felt like nothing would ever be able to stop me again.
THE END
Following stories have been contributed by my dear friend and great author Suzie Nelson.
Indomitable
by Suzie Nelson
Chapter 1
Rosie was making dinner when the news came on. She had never really been one for the depressing, constant violence that news broadcasters couldn’t seem to get enough of – she certainly got enough of it in her day job as an anger management therapist. But, about a year ago, Angelo had, for some unknown reason, decided that the evening news was the most interesting thing he’d ever seen. And Rosie had never been able to say no to her son’s big brown eyes. So they’d struck a compromise: as long as it didn’t involve guns or nudity Angelo could watch the news. This meant that, for the most part, all he saw was the sports, weather, and local scandals, but the seven-year old didn’t seem to mind.
Usually, Angelo was happy enough to watch the news alone, occasionally adding his own (generally adorable) insight to the reports. Tonight, however, as Rosie was grating carrots into the salad, he began calling her name impatiently. “Mom! Mom! Look! It’s Lewis! It’s Lewis!” he shouted, pointing excitedly at the TV screen.
The name Lewis meant nothing to Rosie so she put down the grater and the carrot and came over to join her son. As soon as she saw what he was watching, however, she had to smother a disgusted sigh. It was a video clip of Lewis Maserati, a baseball star who was arguably even better known for his playboy antics and devil-may-care attitude than his, admittedly incredible, talent on the diamond. All the men she knew wanted to be him, and all the women she knew wanted to sleep with him, but, to be honest, Rosie couldn’t see the appeal of either prospect. As far as she was concerned, the man was an egotistical douche who thought his fame made him untouchable – not that she’d ever say that to Angelo, who had a poster of him above his bed.
As they watched, Rosie felt more and more justified in her appraisal of the sports star. The video had been shot on someone’s phone, and it showed Lewis drunkenly heckling a lesbian couple in an upscale Manhattan bar, offering to show the women a “real” good time while grabbing his crotch. Finally, one of the women, a petite brunette, stood up and told him to get lost. She came up to his shoulder – and that was in three-inch heels. In response, the sports star made a grab for her breast and she hauled off and smacked him. Rosie cheered silently.
But, before he’d even fully recovered from the slap, Lewis had decked the woman, sending her sprawling backward, crashing into her chair and table and taking them with her as she fell. The woman’s date screamed, and the waiters, who up until that point had been trying to ignore the situation, finally came forward and restrained Lewis as he shouted abuse at the women. The date cradled the tiny brunette in her lap, crying, while another diner came over to offer her services as a doctor. As Lewis furiously fought the waiters, he caught sight of whoever was filming.
“Release that video and my lawyers will destroy you!” he screamed at the camera as the waiters hauled him away. Suddenly, the video came to an abrupt end.
The newscaster came back on screen, explaining that the video showed events from last night and that Maserati was now facing charges for battery, sexual assault, and perpetrating a hate crime.
“Good,” Rosie muttered to herself.
Angelo turned his cherubic face to hers. “But, Mommy,” he asked, puzzled, “why would Lewis hit that woman? She was really pretty.”
Rosie sighed. “It doesn’t matter how pretty someone is, Angelo. You should never hit anyone. But, sometimes, people get so angry that they can’t keep it inside anymore. And then they do something bad.”
Angelo frowned. “So Lewis was angry at that lady?”
“Not exactly, sweetie,” Rosie shook her head. “You know when you’re hungry and then sometimes you get angry and do or say things that you don’t mean to?”
Angelo nodded. He was known for hunger-related temper tantrums. “So Lewis was hungry?” he asked.
“Something like that,” said his mother, ruffling his blonde curls. “What about you? Are you hungry, blossom?”
“Not like that,” said Angelo. “But a little bit.”
“I hope so because dinner’s just about ready. Will you help me set the table?”
Angelo beamed up at his mother. “Yeah!” he shouted and raced off towards the kitchen.
Rosie watched him go, her smile tinged with sadness. Reaching for the remote, she shut off the television and followed her son back to the kitchen.
Chapter 2
Someone was banging on his door.
“Fuck off!” Lewis groaned from bed.
The person might not have heard him or they might not have cared. Either way, the banging continued.
“Fuck OFF!” Lewis repeated, burying his head under the pillows.
“No, Lewis, I will not ‘fuck off’. Not this time, you complete fucking idiot.” His manager’s voice came thundering through the penthouse suite’s supposedly soundproof door.
Lewis groaned.
“Open the door, Lewis,” his manager commanded.
Sullenly, Lewis rolled out of bed and shuffled towards the door, stopping to grab a bottle of Gatorade from his fridge and admire himself in a mirror as he went. Goddamn, he was ripped, he thought to himself as he watched his reflection flex its powerful biceps. No wonder all the ladies are dying to get their hands on a piece of this ass. He winked at his reflection and took a swig of Gatorade.
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