by Carl S East
“What’s next?” Jamie said. “If you both strip each other, we will. What do you say? Is it a deal?”
Kim giggled beside me, and I felt my cheeks burning.
“C’mon Sara,” she whispered. Her eyes drew me in. I could see the wanting there: lust matching my own. What was happening to me? Good girls didn’t do this, didn’t behave this way. This was definitely dangerous ground. Kissing my best friend was one thing, but… I shuddered, just thinking about it. Maybe I wasn’t such a good girl after all.
I nodded before I could over-think it. Kim grinned and laughed, and the boys smiled at me. Jamie’s hand was on his upper thigh now. I wanted to see him touch himself like Scott. The realization made my head spin.
“Nice and slow,” Jamie said. His eyes met mine again, and for a brief moment, it felt like it was only him and me in the room, playing a game only the two of us knew about. Did he want me, like I wanted him? Like I’d wanted him all year? If this was a game, who would win?
Kim stood and pulled me up with her. She reached over and ran her hands under my shirt, skimming her fingers over the sensitive skin of my lower back. I sighed at the touch, shivering. Her fingers found the bottom of my pink tank top. She moved her hands slowly up my body, pulling the tank up and over my head. I stood exposed in my lacy white bra and jeans. Thank God I did laundry yesterday. I almost laughed at the thought. At least Jamie would see my good underwear, instead of the polka dot briefs I wore yesterday.
I took a deep breath and glanced over to see the boys’ reactions. Scott licked his lips, his eyes raking my body. Jamie’s eyes were skimming the tops of my breasts.
Kim brought me back to her with a touch. Her hands found their way down my stomach to the button of my jeans. She slowly slid down my zipper and slipped the waistband over my hips, running her hands over my ass. I gasped as the air hit my skin. My white thong drew stares, and I resisted the urge to call it off, to cover up. Kim ran her hands down my legs as she helped me step out of my pants, and heat blossomed at my core.
Before Kim could move any further, I grabbed her hands, lifting her back up to her feet in front of me. I grabbed her tie-on shirt and undid the knot. It fell to the floor, exposing her naked breasts. Her nipples hardened as they met the air, and I realized I wanted to touch her, too. My fingers shaking, I eased her clingy skirt off her body, revealing her pink cotton panties. Gently, I ran my hands over her hips and thighs, feeling her tremble where my fingers trailed. I turned to Jamie, my eyes questioning.
“All of it,” he breathed.
I slipped my fingers into the elastic waistband and helped Kim step out of them. She snatched them up and tossed them to Scott who caught them midair. He brought them to his face an inhaled, relishing her scent, then tucked them into his pocket, grinning. Kim’s pussy was perfectly smooth—something I never knew about her. I always kept mine in a neat landing strip; the dark brown hair a light dusting leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Something about Kim’s bald slit made my hand want to caress it, to touch those smooth folds.
She reached up and undid the clasp of my bra, sliding it gently over my shoulders. Next, my thong hit the floor and all eyes were on me, hungrily taking in my body. The feeling of being watched, being nude in front of these three people was turning me on more than I knew was possible. My pussy clenched just thinking about it. I knew they could see the wetness glistening between my legs.
“Your turn,” I said, and Jamie and Scott stood up.
Scott moved his hands up under Jamie’s t-shirt, hands moving over his abs and pecs as he pulled it slowly up and over his head. Jamie moaned and closed his eyes at the touch. Scott’s hands caressed the firm planes of his shoulders, the muscles on his back, then moved downward to grab his ass. He ground into Jamie, pushing his bulge against his. Jamie grunted and began working the buttons of his shirt.
My knees grew weak watching them move together, and I sat down hard. I could feel my thighs getting slicker just watching them. Scott’s shirt was off now and Jamie was working his fly down inch by inch, running his free hand over the trail of light brown hair dusting Scott’s stomach, leading to there. I turned and saw Kim’s hand slide between her legs, a look of rapture on her face. I could smell her arousal on the air and wondered if she could smell my scent as well.
Jamie stood in a pair of white cotton boxers and slowly peeled down Scott’s grey briefs. He grazed Scott’s cock with his hand, and it jumped a little as it sprang free. It was my turn to moan. Scott returned the favor, sliding Jamie’s boxers to the floor. Both men stared at one another, running a stray hand over the other one’s stomach, pecs, back.
“Girls,” Scott said. “Do you want us to touch each other for you?”
Of course we do! I almost yelled aloud.
“Mmm, yes,” said Kim.
“God, yes.” My hand was between my legs now. I didn’t care who saw. It was too hot in here, and I felt wild. I’d crossed a line and I loved every minute of it.
“You know the rules,” said Jamie, eyes locked on my busy hand. “You have to after we do.”
Kim and I nodded, glancing at one another. The sight of her touching herself almost put me over the edge, but I didn’t want to go there. Not yet, anyway.
The guys moved together, Jamie grabbing Scott’s ass and pulled him chest to chest. He captured his mouth with his own, and they began grinding together as their kiss deepened. Scott’s hand moved between them, taking Jamie’s length between his fingers and squeezing it. Jamie cried out, his voice muffled by Scott’s tongue in his mouth. Scott broke away to spit in his hand, then gripped Jamie again and began pumping smoothly up and down. Jamie’s head tilted back and he closed his eyes, exulting in the feel of Scott touching him. Finally, Jamie licked his palm and ran a hand over Scott, stopping to cup his balls.
“Kim, touch Sara. Please,” Jamie gasped. “I want to watch you both.” Scott nodded, grunting as Jamie stroked him, first slowly, then harder as they watched us.
Kim scooted to my side, her hand instantly sliding up my thigh, then moving to cup my breast. My nipple pebbled beneath her palm, and I gasped at the sensation. Her mouth met mine, more urgently than minutes before. There was desperation there. Something had awakened between us, and I felt is as much as she did. My arms wrapped around her, and I delighted in the soft brush of her breasts against mine. She moved both hands between us, kneading my breasts, and I reached up to hers, pinching one of her nipples until she cried out. It just felt so damn good, touching her like this. Being touched…
I heard the sliding rhythm of the boys jerking one another off behind us--the slap of skin on skin as their hands moved. I glanced over and saw their eyes locked on us, even as they touched one another. Kim’s mouth covered my nipple, and I groaned. Her tongue rasped over my nub, swirling around it until I was squirming against her, gripping her hair tight. I leaned back as she suckled me, and her hand slid up my inner thigh, feeling my slickness.
She licked across my chest then drew on my other breast just as her fingers touched my clit. I moaned as she fingered me, my hands running over her back, arms, cupping those sweet breasts now tickling my stomach. Tension built in my lower belly, coiling through me like a snake.
Jamie’s growl caused my attention to snap back to the boys. Scott was on his knees in from of him, slowly licking his balls as his hand pumped up and down on his length. I knew what was coming next. The most gorgeous guy I knew was about to get his dick sucked by another hot man, and I had a front row seat. At that thought, my pleasure burst over the edge, sending spasms pulsing throughout my body. I gushed onto Kim’s fingers as she moved with me. Her muffled groan reached my ears as I arched against her.
Kim’s mouth released my breast and her eyes followed mine. “Oh, my God.”
I shared her sentiment. Scott’s mouth slid slowly over Jamie’s shaft, his tongue working its way around the head. Jamie’s fist was in his hair, urging him forward.
Kim crawled down onto the carpet, a hungry
look in her eyes. She pushed my legs apart, positioning herself between them, and looked up at me, as if asking for permission. Breathless, all I could do was nod, but it was enough. She pulled my hips toward her until my ass was at the edge of the sofa cushion, and then buried her face in my sopping wet pussy. I whimpered and held her shoulders with both hands as she started licking my sensitive folds.
Scott took more and more of Jamie into his mouth with each stroke until his cock hit the back of his throat, and he gagged. He relaxed and recovered, going back for more. Jamie pumped his hips with the motion of Scott’s mouth, wanting more. Even though Scott was the one sucking him off, his eyes were locked on my face.
Kim slid a finger into me, and my muscles squeezed around her in response. She added another, pumping into me in time with her lapping tongue. She moaned into me, and the vibration reverberated through my core. I reached down and teased her nipples, delighting when she squealed and pushed into me.
My hips were thrusting onto Kim’s fingers to the rhythm Scott set with his mouth on Jamie. I was getting close again, and I dug my hands into Kim’s blonde hair. Scott had both hands on Jamie’s ass and pulled him into his eager mouth, licking and sucking urgently.
“Yeah, Jamie. Come on. I want to see you come in his mouth.” I couldn’t believe it, but I’d spoken the words aloud.
Scott grunted and pumped Jamie’s cock with this fist, swirling his tongue around the tip.
“Yes. Oh, God.” Jamie gripped his shoulders and leaned his head back, breathing in sharply as he came. Scott pulled him closer, drinking him in, suckling on him to make sure not a drop escaped.
I sighed, and at that moment, Kim sucked hard on my clit. I screamed and bucked into her, riding the wave for all it was worth, convulsing as I watched Jamie’s grinning face watching me.
Kim pushed away from me and licked her fingers off, savoring my juices. “Mmm. Damn, Sara.”
I brushed her hair away from her face, and pulled her up to me. I pulled her back to my chest, spooning her on the sofa. My hand traveled down to her bald pussy and began rubbing her clit, wanting to make her feel the same ecstasy she’d given me. She was dripping wet beneath my touch. My other hand ran lightly over her breasts, and I kissed her neck, loving the salty sweetness of her perspiration on my tongue.
Jamie was busy now on his knees before Scott, licking his balls as he pumped a fist over his friend.
“Oh God…” Scott said. “I… Jamie…” He spurted over Jamie’s hand, his abs clenching with the rhythm of his orgasm.
Kim shuddered in my arms and moaned, leaning back onto me and bucking her hips, riding her own climax. I kissed her gently as she lay on top of me. The smell of sex permeated the air around us. I looked over at Jamie, spent on the floor before Scott, and we shared a look I’ll never forget. It was full of passion… and promises.
***
As Kim and I walked back to the dorm, I stared at the rising moon, thinking about what had happened, what I’d done. What we’d done.
“Kim?”
“Hmm?”
“This doesn’t change anything between us. Does it?” I took her hand in mine and squeezed. Above all, I wanted my best friend to stay that way.
“Of course it does, Sweetie,” she said, grinning in the darkness. “It means we can have more fun together than ever before.”
I stared back at the dark path before me, and smiled.
The End
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The Erotic Writer
By Carl East
Being a writer meant that I had to be in front of the keyboard at least four hours a day, sometimes more, depending on whether the words were flowing. In hindsight, I realize that those hours could’ve been spent with my wife before the cancer that ate her away had done its job. Now six months after her death, I still hadn’t written anything new.
As an erotic author the thought of writing about anything remotely resembling sex, was the furthest thing from my mind. I’d lost the love of my life and no amount of time was going to make up for it. I did realize in that time though, that I needed to get away from that house. Too many painful memories mixed with joyous times can send a person mad with grief. With that in mind, I set about looking for a place where I could start over, only it had to be somewhere warm.
I lived in Pennsylvania and there simply weren’t many warm months to be had there. My wife and I had always discussed about going up to California when we retired, so I decided to take a trip up there and do some house hunting. I took the train as I didn’t like flying and rented a car when I got off at the other end. There was one thing I knew for sure and that was I wanted to live in a place that faced the ocean, I figured it might inspire me.
I’d found online before my trip that there was a new housing estate going up in West Berkeley, California. Therefore, I had a pleasant drive along i580 a coastal road, which was very scenic. When I arrived at the show home, I was told straight away that all of the houses had gone and that I was a day late. The only thing they had left was an apartment, which faced the bay. I didn’t really want an apartment but I felt after coming all that way I might as well have a look.
As luck would have it, the agent in charge of showing new clients around was in the office that day and offered to show me it there and then. Apparently, I would’ve had to make an appointment days in advance when the properties first went up for sale, so I thanked her and off we went.
Christy was a middle-aged woman who had been in the property business for twenty years. She told me it was only a block away and that we should walk, which I didn’t mind. On the way, she divulged some interesting facts. One of them was that the apartment building in question had six apartments in total and the other five had all been taken by single women. Therefore, I would be the only male in the block if I took it on.
When we arrived, I could see straight away that I had an exceptional view of the bay, provided the apartment I was about to see had a window that faced the front. The apartment turned out to be on the second floor of three and as luck would have it the woman who had the apartment next to the one I was viewing was placing some trash out when we got there. Christy quickly took the opportunity to introduce me.
“Hi Laura, this is Conrad. He’s here to view the vacant apartment,” she said.
“Oh hi Conrad, pleased to meet you,” replied Laura while offering her hand.
I shook it and said hi, but tried not to stare. She was quite a looker and the thought of her being a neighbor was a very appealing one. Christy unlocked the door and then asked me to step in. On first impressions, I was taken aback, mainly because it was a lot bigger than I thought it would be. The front door opened up into what was clearly the sitting room and across from the door was another that led to the bedroom, study and bathroom.
The kitchen was at the back of the sitting room, with a breakfast bar being the only thing that separated the two. The view was very pleasant from the study, which I already knew would be my office, if I took the apartment on. It was carpeted throughout and even had a walk in wardrobe in the bedroom. I had to admit, I liked it. I could see how comfortable I would be here, so I asked about prices.
It turned out that if I took it on I had two choices; I could pay a rent of $2000.00 a month, of which the first two months woul
d be up front. Alternatively, I could buy, which would be $1800.00 a month, but I would have to place the first twenty percent down, of the cost of the apartment. I had the money to buy but I wasn’t one hundred percent sure that I would like it down here and for that reason I decided if I was going to take it on I would be renting it.
We talked for at least an hour before I came to a decision, which was to rent the apartment. I was then taken to the office to fill out all the necessary forms and paraphernalia, before being given a key to the apartment. By the time I got out of there, it was getting dark, so I decided to find a motel for the night, as I didn’t even have a bed right now.
In the morning I got busy, I secured a bed for a start as well as an oven and fridge-freezer. I stressed to them that I needed these things A.S.A.P and why and was grateful that each store I visited were able to deliver my things that same day. Next, I bought myself a good flat screen TV and incidentals like cutlery and cups and plates. I must have spent an hour just shopping for food and waste bags etc, before getting to my new apartment and waiting for the first delivery.
Four hours later, everything had arrived. Each thing was unpacked, setup and ready to go. I’d gotten myself a reclining chair to watch TV from and that was a pleasure to sit on for the first time. I sat back starting to feel the pressure of the day melting away and before I knew it I was asleep. Two hours later, I was awoken by someone knocking on my front door. Upon opening it, I found seven young women waiting for me, one of which was Laura from next door.
“Hi Conrad, we all thought we’d come to welcome you to the block and have brought a few bottles of wine,” said Laura as she held the bottle up in her hand.