What I got back was more savage. Jean reached down, found my nipple and tweaked it so hard I yelped. ‘Careful! Sebastian’s the one with the nipples of steel. Mine are like yours.’
‘Sorry, Shira.’
‘They’re more sensitive on girls,’ said Sebastian, sounding knowledgeable.
Jean bent his neck and kissed my forehead. ‘Unfamiliar territory, I’ll be careful, I promise.’
‘Speaking of unfamiliar territory,’ Sebastian said, playing tour guide, ‘I’d like to introduce you to Shira’s pussy.’ He looked down at me. ‘If that’s acceptable to you, of course.’
‘I guess so.’ I eyed Jean, waiting for the look of terror to wash across his face. There wasn’t horror exactly, but definitely trepidation.
Sebastian’s warm, slender-fingered hand burrowed between my closed thighs. ‘Do you think we might be allowed slightly more access?’
‘Sorry.’ I parted them a little and felt his fingers squirm around. I wasn’t actually wet, what with the epiphanies and all.
‘No, no. This won’t work.’ Sebastian grabbed my knee from underneath and pulled my leg up, draping it up over his thigh. Then he did the same with the other one, slinging it over Jean’s hip. It felt a like a visit to the gynaecologist, but I was kind of interested to see just how much Sebastian actually knew about female anatomy. This was proof of how intoxicated I was, because I hated pap smears more than anything in the world.
His fingers returned to my cunt, gently pushed between the outer lips, and began long soft strokes along the cleft. I think I stopped grinning then. My reaction was almost instantaneous, producing a flood of juice that he spread over my clit on his next delicious pass.
‘Oh . . .’
Sebastian kissed me gently and smiled. ‘That was fast. You’re an excellent subject.’
‘Ah. Thank you,’ I stammered.
‘Jean, your hand, if you please.’
Sebastian took the proffered hand and guided it down between my legs. It was the strangest feeling. I felt Jean’s cold fingers, being guided by Sebastian’s. I shuddered hard and gasped.
‘Oh my God! It’s . . . it’s wet, really wet!’ squealed Jean. ‘Do you realize what we could save on lube if we could do this?’
That triggered another fit of giggles. Not just because it hadn’t ever occurred to me that I was lucky to be a self-lubricating being, but also because I was finding it all very embarrassing. It’s one thing to mess around, sexually speaking, and another to have someone perform a detailed audit of your private parts and their various reactions. The giggles took on a mildly hysterical edge.
‘Excuse me. This is a serious tutorial here. No laughing.’ Sebastian glared at me sternly. ‘You,’ he aimed at Jean, ‘pay attention. Can you feel that little bump, like a button?’
He could definitely feel it, because I certainly could; he was practically standing on it. I squirmed uncomfortably.
‘That’s the key to our little Shira. Be gentle with it; it’s just like the head of a tiny cock. Don’t just press on it as if it were the elevator button.’
‘No. Please don’t,’ I said with something that was half snigger, half whimper.
Sebastian shifted, pressing his cock against my hip more insistently. It occurred to me then that the whole ‘lesson’ thing was getting him off. Being young and not at all sexually sophisticated, the eroticism of it escaped me; I couldn’t reconcile the scholarly tone of his voice with the erection poking into my hip.
He continued with a diligence I realized was not entirely altruistic. ‘Slide your finger over it lightly, just grazing it. See? The wetness makes it easy.’
I glanced at Jean whose face was a mask of concentration. He was taking all of this very seriously, which was admirable, but daunting. ‘You’re doing great,’ I said, encouragingly.
‘Or you can circle it with just the tip of your finger.’
Jean actually was doing very well. Extremely well. He got the knack of the circling thing down pat – first try.
‘Or,’ added Sebastian, ‘you can slide it between your first and second finger . . .’ I felt him guiding Jean’s fingers, spreading them on either side of my clit. ‘And you can press your fingers together lightly and stroke.’
That was too much. My legs were starting to tremble, I felt another gush of fluid trickle down between my buttocks and make a wet spot on the sheets beneath me. I shuddered hard, from head to toe.
Jean gazed down at me with one of those oddly sisterly grins. ‘Does it really feel good? Or are you just faking it to make me feel better.’
I shook my head violently. ‘Oh God, no. It feels wonderful. Truly.’
‘All right, moving on.’ Sebastian resumed his role as lecturer again. ‘If I could just direct your attention a little further down? Yes . . . there. It’s the entrance to her vagina.’
Vagina – rhymes with Regina – what a horrible name for anything. A very tentative finger probed my opening timidly and I tried to stifle a bubbling and incipient fit of hysterics. This was the silliest thing I’d ever done in my life.
‘Does it make her laugh like that?’
‘Not usually, no. Observe.’ The cock against my left hip, Sebastian’s, was pooling goo all over my skin. He was gently moving his hips, sliding himself against me. He moved Jean’s fingers aside and fluidly slid two fingers deep into my passage.
‘Oh, fuck!’ I grasped, arching my back.
‘Is she in pain?’ There was a thread of panic in Jean’s voice.
Both Sebastian and I glared at him.
‘Of course not! Does it sound like she’s in pain?’
‘I’m not. Not at all. I pro-mise!’ My body spasmed and the words sounded like hiccups.
Sebastian stroked his long fingers in and out of my cunt, and I tried to lie still, but there was a huge orgasm shimmering just over the horizon of my nerve endings.
‘Do you want to try? Here, give me your fingers – no two – she’s built for it.’
‘It seems so . . . so invasive,’ said Jean, sounding a little worried.
‘And shoving your cock up someone’s ass isn’t?’
‘You have a point there.’ I felt Jean’s fingers, shorter but thicker, press into me very gently, very slowly. My muscles started to flutter. ‘Oh, Shira,’ he gasped, ‘You have muscles – all the way up!’
I clamped down around his fingers. Jean made a little chirping sound. ‘Cute, huh?’ I panted.
‘Shall we show him where your g-spot is?’ asked Sebastian with polite inclusivity. His hips weren’t being polite at all.
‘I think that’s a lot to take in for one day.’ Actually, I was worried that I didn’t have a g-spot. Despite what I’d read in women’s magazines, I’d never managed to find it, and no one else had made much of an effort to find it either. It seemed unfair to send a novice on a wild goose chase.
‘Well, then I suggest we put this poor girl out of her misery,’ whispered Sebastian. I shuddered in anticipation. ‘So, if you will attend to her clit as I showed you, I will deal with the rest. Agreed?’
Jean chuckled and slipped his fingers out of me. ‘Agreed,’ he replied. I felt him place his fingertips lightly on either side of my nub and begin to slide very softly. He was looking into my face very intently. It would have broken my heart if I hadn’t been so incredibly horny. I reached down to my right hip and curled my fingers around his cock. It was semi-erect. I think he was so nervous it was interfering with his sense of adventure.
Sebastian pushed two fingers back up inside me and I yelped again. No one could accuse him of being timid. I squeezed Jean’s cock hard, inadvertently, and he gasped and lowered his head onto the pillow beside me.
‘Sorry,’ I whispered as my hips began to respond to all the laudable efforts taking place at my crotch. I stroked Jean slowly, firmly, in the same way Sebastian was plunging his fingers into me.
‘Don’t be sorry – it’s good,’ Jean whispered back. I think I smiled as I felt his hips begin to m
ove; I had a wash of elation sweep over me when he grew rock hard in my hand. Then I lost all ability to focus on anything. The orgasm crashed into me. Swallowing me and taking me down.
All of a sudden, Jean grabbed my face and kissed me very decisively. I was shuddering and jerking, crying into his mouth. I had to pull his fingers away from my crotch – it was too much. I felt Sebastian pull his fingers out of me and wrap an arm around my waist. He was rubbing himself against my side. I couldn’t imagine it was all that effective and I pulled away from Jean’s lips.
‘Can you reach a condom, please?’
Jean smiled and slid his hand under the pillows, then pulled out a single condom. He tore the package with his teeth and handed me the slippery sheath of latex. I took it and nudged Sebastian: ‘Here.’
‘Mmm . . . Your timing is immaculate.’
I giggled and turned on my side to face Jean. I slipped my arm under his neck, pulled him to me and kissed him. Reaching between my legs, I slid my hand into my juices, and closed a slippery, better positioned hand around Jean’s erection. He whimpered instantly and began to pump his hips. It was the sweetest sound.
Feeling Sebastian pull my thigh up and reach around to position himself, I held my breath. He nudged the head of his cock into my opening and pushed into me slowly, holding my hips still with a hand on my pelvic bone. Having just come, it was almost impossible to relax my muscles. Honestly, it felt like he was prising my hips apart.
‘Ah-h, God!’ I sobbed against Jean’s lips and stroked him harder.
‘What?’ Jean was breathless and a little concerned. I wasn’t sure he knew exactly what was going on.
‘He’s just large. Really large.’
‘How does it feel though?’ Jean asked, meeting my eyes. There was something in his voice I couldn’t quite interpret. It was taking all my concentration to keep stroking him evenly. Every slow thrust from Sebastian pushed me against Jean. I was afraid I’d hurt him. Jean pumped his hips; his breath hoarse rasps that warmed my face.
‘It’s okay now. Kinda hurts at first. But now – oh, now – it’s very good.’ My words came out in breathy gasps, punctuated by Sebastian’s thrusts. The pressure of his hand on my vulva was indescribably beautiful.
‘Shira?’ gasped Jean. He pulled my face towards his, his lips brushing mine. ‘I’m coming,’ moaned Jean.
‘I know,’ I whispered. The first hot spurts spattered over my stomach. ‘Oh God. That’s so sweet, Jean,’ I moaned.
Sebastian bit into the back of my neck and I groaned. All the warm, comradely thoughts of Jean coming fragmented as the pain tipped me over the edge. It was so abrupt it felt like vertigo. My whole body jerked as I spasmed; it wasn’t a nice comfortable sort of climax at all – it was violent and harsh and wouldn’t stop. I sobbed and hiccupped and made noises without sense.
‘What are you doing to her?’
Sebastian pressed me down harder on his cock with every thrust. ‘She’s coming, that’s all,’ he panted. ‘Aren’t you? Fuck, yes, I can feel her.’
I’d been staring into Jean’s eyes blindly. Now he slid into focus. ‘Ah . . .’ I tried to be comprehensible but nothing worked. ‘God, yes . . .’
My cunt muscles clamped shut around him and moments later Sebastian was coming too; his breath caught in his throat and he moaned each time his body jerked until the spikes of pleasure slowly receded. He was hugging me so tight I could hardly breathe.
‘Oh, fuck . . .’ Sebastian panted in my ear. ‘Gorgeous – that was just gorgeous. What a nice little cunt you’ve got, Miss Shira.’ He wasn’t stopping. He was still sliding in and out of me.
‘I’ve made a mess on you.’ The voice was small and apologetic. I opened my eyes. What a lovely face, I thought as I pulled Jean into a kiss. ‘Don’t be silly, I like it. Mmm, you came for me, Jean. You did!’
He smiled and licked the tip of my nose with a pointed pink tongue. ‘I love you. And . . .’ He paused, then added, as if delivering positive reinforcement was essential, ‘You’re very good at hand jobs.’
‘She probably gives lousy head, though. Women do, generally.’ Sebastian rested the side of his face on top of mine and grinned at Jean. I couldn’t see it, but I felt it. And still his hips kept moving.
‘Do you mind? I was just receiving a very nice compliment. And could you please remove your monster dick? It hasn’t gone soft and it hurts.’
‘You didn’t mind it so much a couple of minutes ago, Shira.’
‘That was then, this is now,’ I said, realizing I wasn’t making much sense. I pushed back at him with my hips.
‘I’m perfectly capable of fucking you twice, you know.’ It was a threat. Well, it sounded like a threat anyway.
I squirmed off Sebastian’s cock, and clambered on top of Jean. ‘Fuck, tell your oversexed boyfriend to leave me alone.’
Jean wrapped his arms around me protectively and glared at Sebastian, giggling. ‘Stay away from her, you bitch!’ he said with mock ferocity.
CHAPTER FOUR:
TRANSGRESSION
It gets little crowded when everyone wants the bathroom mirror at the same time. On the other hand, eyeliner always looks better when someone else applies it.
‘Don’t move an inch, you gorgeous tramp,’ I commanded, sitting astride Jean’s lap and lining his upper lids. ‘We need a clean line here at the corners and my hand is going to shake if you keep kneading my ass that way.’
‘I like your ass,’ whispered Jean. He wore as earnest an expression as one can effect with only one eye painted. ‘Will you let me have it?’
‘Ah . . . I have a perfectly good orifice at the front. Why can’t you use that?’ The conversation was making me nervous. In principle, I didn’t have anything against anal sex, just as long as it wasn’t my ass. ‘Close your eyes again and I’ll do the other one.’
‘Think of it as initiation.’ He grinned as he closed them. Seeing him blind with his head tilted up made me want to kiss him in the worst way, but he’d just done his lips and the lip sealant was still drying.
‘Oh, so if I don’t let you, I don’t get into the club? Is this blackmail?’ I ran the liner from the outer edge of his eye upward, with a flick of the wrist. ‘How come I could never get it this perfect on myself?’
Jean opened his eyes. Wicked temptress eyes. Black fringed aquamarines. ‘Don’t you trust me?’
I froze for a second. ‘Okay, you’re done!’ I went to get off his lap, but he pulled me back down.
‘You didn’t answer me,’ he said sulkily. ‘Don’t you trust me?’
Did I trust him? About some things, certainly, but in this particular area, would I have trusted anyone? Fuck, I had no idea.
‘I don’t know, maybe just not yet. Hey, I’m not the only virgin here – metaphorically speaking.’
‘Will you let me know when you do?’
‘Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll make her beg for it,’ interjected Sebastian. He was finishing his coiffing process. It was the most effort you could put into making it look like you just got out of bed.
I scrambled off Jean’s lap. ‘Can’t you say anything without it sounding perverse?’
I stood beside Sebastian at the mirror and fixed my own hair. It wasn’t standing up the way it should. Sometimes too many cooks can spoil the broth – I teased it mercilessly.
Sebastian caught Jean as he walked by and pinned him to the bathroom counter, crushing his hips against Jean’s leather-clad backside. ‘We could just stay home and fuck like animals.’ Sebastian smiled lasciviously at my reflection.
Jean rewarded him with a backwards grind, but his words were to me. ‘No, he can’t. That’s why I love him.’
It was incredibly hot to watch. I wrenched myself away from the spectacle. ‘If we’re not going out, I’m not going to bother with the rest of the make-up, so someone decide now!’
They were still at it, grinding away at each other in the mirror. ‘Oh, absolutely not,’ said Jean breathily. ‘We are going out
! We have to celebrate and the world needs to know!’
Sebastian backed off Jean’s ass. He had the most massive hard-on, clearly visible at the crotch of his black jeans. He gave me a mock frown. ‘Dinner, clubbing . . . do the make-up, Shirakins. Jean needs his audience.’
It was almost midnight by the time we reached the Warehouse. We’d burned three hours over sushi and chased each other round the tatami room with sundry types of raw fish. I had graciously tolerated myriad female anatomy metaphors that might haunt any Japanese restaurant: wait till the sashimi gets warm, it feels just like pussy; inner lips on the hokkigai; oysters. Well, you can imagine.
Walking into the club felt a lot like a grand entrance. It was a small scene and everyone knew everyone. Now, it was Jean’s mission in life to inform the entire population about how things had changed. He grabbed my arm and pulled me in front of a mutual friend.
‘Stan, I’d like to introduce you to my new wife, Shira.’
Stan – tall, statuesque, owner of a hair salon – looked understandably confused. He glanced from Jean, to me, and back to Jean. ‘I beg your pardon?’
Sebastian walked up behind us and slid his long arms around both our shoulders possessively. ‘We two are now three,’ he pronounced solemnly.
‘Oh MY GOD!’ screeched Stan at the top of his lungs. Half the bar area looked around. ‘You’re joking! Tell me this isn’t true, Shira.’
I didn’t think it was worthy of quite the hysterics Stan was ascribing to it. ‘What answer would you prefer?’
‘IT IS! Oh my LORD, it IS true! Well, smack my ass and call me a Dorothy! You’re fucking these fags?’ wailed Stan. ‘Couldn’t you get a real man of your own, Shira?’
This was rich, coming from Stan; he was already halfway through a gender reassignment. I didn’t appreciate the implication that I was poaching either – that was just pure bitch – but it was slowly dawning on me that this might not be a socially comfortable state of affairs. ‘A real man? Oh, you mean, like you?’ I asked, feigning stupidity.
‘Touché,’ whispered Sebastian.
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