by JT Harding
“You are so beautiful,” Jenni said.
Kim put her fingers in the line of milk and spread it over her breasts. “Sometimes it’s a pain in the butt. It’s okay out here, but back home I have to put pads on myself.”
“It’s making me so hot.” Jenni rolled over, trying to pull Kim back down.
“No.” Kim stepped back. “I told you, I’m only teasing. You’re not allowed to touch me.”
Jenni’s face fell. “Don’t you want me to?”
Kim nodded. “So much you wouldn’t believe. I’m going to play with you first. Can I play with you, Jen?”
Jenni reached over and caught her fingers in Kim’s bikini bottoms. “Take these off first.”
Kim laughed and nodded, pulled the slick black material down her legs.
Jenni looked at her exposed mound and said, “You’ve got a lovely pussy. So delicious shaved like that.”
“Thanks. I like yours too.”
They both laughed.
“Mine’s all hairy,” Jenni said.
“That’s easy to fix, if you want to.”
“No,” Jenni shook her head. “How would I explain to Mark?”
“I thought he never fucked you.”
“He does, sometimes, but what if he saw I’d shaved myself? How would I explain to him?”
“Would you, if not for that?” Kim asked. Trails of moisture trickled down inside her thighs and it turned her on even more to know that Jenni saw them too.
“I might.” Jenni’s eyes darted sideways, as if trying to avoid her own wantonness.
“Mm. You’ve got to promise I can do it for you when you decide to shave your pussy.” It was when now, not if.
“What are you going to do to me now?” Jenni asked, lying wantonly on the bed.
“Wait there, don’t move.” Kim went into the hallway, into Ami’s room where the infant continued to sleep peacefully. She found what she was looking for. When she returned she had four long strips of silk in her hand.
Jenni’s eyes widened. “What are you going to do?”
Kim knelt on the edge of the bed and kissed her again, grasped her left hand and lifted. She wrapped the silk around Jenni’s wrist, tying a loose knot, lifted the arm and tied the other end of the silk around the bedpost.
“No,” Jenni said, but she offered no resistance when Kim repeated the operation on the other wrist.
Kim turned, straddling Jenni’s waist, deliberately exposing her ass and pussy to the other woman. Jenni’s lips found her thigh and Kim allowed it for a moment. It was too good to fight. She reached down and tied a strip of silk around one ankle, then the other. She climbed off Jenni and knelt at the foot of the bed, tugged her left leg down and tied it to the bottom bedpost. Jenni offered token resistance, but not enough to prevent her tying the fourth knot.
Kim straightened up and looked down at Jenni spread-eagled on the sheets, her legs parted, her pussy exposed. The flush was pink in her neck and chest and Jenni was breathing hard.
“Now I’ve got you.”
Jenni nodded.
Kim climbed over the end of the bed and crawled up between Jenni’s legs. She lowered her head and kissed Jenni on the belly, low down, just above her pubic hair. She wriggled down a little and kissed Jenni directly on her clitoris. She felt Jenni trying to lift her legs and failing, the thin silk drawing tight, stronger than it appeared.
“I’ve never done this before,” Kim said between pecking kisses against Jenni’s pussy. “I know what I like, and you’re a girl too, so I guess we can work this out.”
Jenni pushed up against her mouth and Kim knew the other woman was desperate.
“Jen, how long is it since Mark’s made you come?”
“Never.”
“You’ve never come?”
“Not with Mark. I... well, you know what I do.”
Kim grinned. “Yeah. I do that too.”
“Joe makes you come, doesn’t he?”
“Oh yeah,” Kim said. She sat back, working Jenni with her fingers, amazed at how slick and oiled her pussy walls were. “That doesn’t mean I can’t do myself as well. Sometimes it’s different, know what I mean? Sometimes we do it in front of each other. He jacks off and watches me doing myself. That’s a turn on. I guess you haven’t done anything like that either.”
“No,” Jenni said. “Oh my God… that feels so good.”
Kim added a third finger, Jenni tight around them. “I like making myself come for Joe, It’s different, wild.”
“Ahh.” Jenni started a fast tremble and Kim stopped moving her fingers, resting them inside, waiting patiently until the moment passed.
“I think I’m going to use my tongue now,” Kim said, sliding down Jenni’s flat stomach.
“Uhn,” Jenni said.
Forty minutes later Jenni had still not come and Kim knew her own juices were trailing down inside her thighs. She was considering taking pity on Jenni and finishing her off when they both heard the front screen door bang and Joe called out, “I’m home!”
***
Kim rolled from the bed, found her bikini briefs and tugged them on. Her t-shirt was on the floor beside the bed where she had dropped it and she pulled it back over her head.
“What about me?” Jenni hissed.
Kim looked back, grinning. “I’ll be back... or maybe I’ll send Joe to up untie you.”
“What?”
Kim laughed. “Don’t worry. How would I explain to him how you got naked and tied up?” She turned away.
“Kim!” Jenni whispered loudly.
Kim stopped.
“Untie me so I can make myself come. I’m so ready if I don’t come I think I might go mad.”
Kim looked at her, bright eyed and flushed, smiled and went out, closing the door behind her.
She left Jenni on her own for ten minutes. Joe wanted to go through to the bedroom to change, but Kim said Jenni was still asleep and anyway it was his turn to give Ami her bath, and she wanted to change herself before dinner. When she returned to the bedroom Jenni was thrashing on the bed still trying to get loose. Kim stood at the end of the bed and waited for her to stop moving.
“You’re in such big trouble,” Jenni said, no soft edge to her voice now.
“I don’t think so.” Kim walked around the bed, grabbed a handful of Jenni’s thick hair and kissed her hard. Jenni tried to bite back and Kim pulled away.
“Let me loose,” Jenni said. “I need to pee real bad. Would have served you right if I’d peed all over your bed.”
“Go ahead, I’d like to watch you.”
Jenni looked at Kim like she had lost her mind. “Please.”
Kim nodded. “You’re not gonna do anything stupid, are you? I was only playing.”
“Promise.” Jenni sounded subdued, worrying Kim she had gone too far.
She reached to the top of the bed and pulled the knot tying Jenni’s left arm. It came loose, the other end of the silk still wrapping her wrist. Jenni reached over and released the other arm herself. Kim went to the foot of the bed and untied her feet. Jenni sat up, rubbing her wrists although they both knew it was only a mock protest, the silk had been tied too loosely to bind.
Jenni rolled off the bed and stood instantly. In one quick move she gripped Kim’s arms and pushed her back hard against the wall. Kim gave a small cry, convinced now she had gone too far. Jenni used her extra height and strength to pin Kim to the wall and kissed her, Jenni’s tongue fighting into her mouth. She dropped to her knees and lifted Kim’s leg, buried her face against Kim’s pussy. She pulled the bikini bottoms aside and Jenni’s tongue entered her and Kim’s knees weakened. Jenni rocked back and rose to her full height in front of Kim, stood beautiful and naked, unashamed.
“Two can play games,” she said, turning away, then, “Fuck. What am I going to wear?”
Kim recovered her breath and laughed. “Take something of mine from the wardrobe. I don’t know what’s going to fit you but help yourself. I’m getting changed any
way.”
Jenni began flicking through the clothes in the wardrobe, standing naked as Kim stood beside her also deciding what to wear. She had only brought beach clothes, nothing fancy, and finally settled on a loose linen dress that had seen better days. She undressed until she was naked again and then buttoned the dress up the front, leaving three buttons loose at the top, deliberately neglecting any underwear. When she turned to Jenni the other woman was staring at her hungrily.
“What?” Kim asked, blushing.
“You are so sexy,” Jenni said, and Kim thought she was going to kiss her again. Instead Jenni turned to the wardrobe and said, “Can I wear this?”
Kim turned to see she was holding up a dark wine-red jersey one piece dress with no buttons or zips but enough stretch to pull over a body. Kim swallowed, imagining how Jenni would look in the dress, fearing Joe was unlikely to glance in her direction all night. She nodded. “Sure.”
She sat on the bed and watched Jenni pull the dress over her head and work it down over her naked body. Kim knew the dress was tight on her, on Jenni it was positively obscene. Hardly any curve or dip or crease of her body was not outlined or cupped by the stretched material.
Jenni turned back to the bed and held her arms out. “What do you think?”
Kim gave a nervous laugh. “If Joe doesn’t screw you, I think I’m going to have to.”
Jenni looked down at herself. “Too much?”
“Of course. But don’t change. Let’s scare the hell out of him, shall we?”
Jenni looked up and Kim stared into her eyes. This was no longer a game. Kim wasn’t sure if the resolution would be reached tonight or not, but soon something was going to break. Jenni would come into the fold of their arms. What happened after that, well, that was for all of them to decide. Kim knew what she wanted, but was afraid if she expressed her thoughts she would scare this vision of loveliness away.
Kim broke the mood, standing and stepping across to hug Jenni.
“You look stunning. Come on, let’s go downstairs and pop Joe’s eyes out.”
Chapter 11
Dinner was a slow, relaxed affair scattered with conversation both light and deep. Joe drove into town to pick up a take-out and they ate Chinese cooked well, opened fortune cookies and laughed over the messages. Jenni pumped Joe to tell her more about his work. She had never met anyone famous, intrigued because Joe did not act as she expected famous people to. He told her just because people recognized your name didn’t make you different to anyone else. Except for the money. Jenni could tell from the way he dismissed money he had reached the point where it stopped being important – filthy rich.
Though arousal continued to pulse through her veins, she felt good when the sexual tension in the kitchen drained to a low ebb. Even so she knew she was going to have to stop before getting home to bring herself off. Her pussy tingled from being touched and kissed, and she knew her thighs were damp. Jenni enjoyed the way Joe’s eyes ate up her figure in the jersey dress. Her nipples were peaked and showed clearly and she leaned forward so the soft cloth clung against her breasts, dipping into her cleavage, displaying herself for him.
Ami sat in her highchair making sounds and waving her arms, giving an occasional wail when she realized she was missing out on something. Kim lifted her from the chair and laid her to a breast, the cream linen dress perfect for the occasion, requiring only two loosened buttons to expose her nipples to the grasping infant.
Jenni drank more wine than she should, and just after ten Kim said, “You know you don’t have to drive, Jen. You can stay here.”
The implication of the words sat in the air between all three.
Jenni shook her head. “I have to go. Mark’ll be home by midnight. I’ll catch hell if I’m not back when he gets there.”
There was nothing that needed to be said so they all remained silent, a comfortable silence as though they had known each other many years. Unspoken words filled the room, untaken actions shimmered in the air, each of them hearing the same thing, each aware of the bound emotion running through them.
Ami went to sleep against Kim and Joe pulled her gently away and carried her upstairs to bed.
They moved out to the porch, the night warm and dark, clouds obscuring the stars, light from the porch falling out across the sand. Joe poured brandy into tumblers.
“I can’t drink this,” Jenni said. “If I get stopped I’ll already get a DUI.”
“Flash ‘em your tits, that’ll get you off,” Kim said.
“I hardly need to flash anything in this dress.” Jenni deliberately pushed her breasts out, knowing the way the cloth caressed them, watching as Joe looked, unable to help himself. She put her quarter full glass on the bleached table and stood. “I’d better go change.”
“Take the dress home,” Kim said. “Bring it back tomorrow, or keep it if you want.”
“Will we see you tomorrow?” Joe asked, trying for a casual tone.
“Maybe. If there’s a game on and Mark goes over to his buddies. Let me see.”
“You know you’re welcome anytime,” Kim said.
“I know”
They walked with her across to the pickup and before she opened the door Kim put her arms around Jenni and kissed her on the mouth. When they parted Jenni saw Joe staring, his eyes wide. She put her head on one side. “You want one of those too, Joe?”
Joe glanced at his wife, nodding. “Here comes divorce,” he muttered as he slipped his arms around Jenni’s waist. He pulled her against him with surprising force, the air escaping Jenni’s lungs as much from the animal presence of his body as the embrace. He lowered his mouth to hers and she turned her face up, welcoming him. His tongue sought hers and she parted her lips in willing acceptance. Jenni felt Joe’s cock against her belly, a stiff rod straining against his pants, and in the sheer jersey dress Jenni felt almost naked against him. The kiss finally broke and she knew her nipples had grown rigid; they tingled and pulsed, but not as much as her pussy.
With a sigh she climbed into the cab and started the engine. Jenni threw a single wave through the window as she drove up the sandy track toward the spine of the island and town. Once over the ridge she pulled onto grass at the side of the road. Her body flamed, desperate for relief, and she tugged the hem of the dress upward, gathering it around her waist. The smell of her aching pussy filled the cab of the pickup and she knew she didn’t need to worry about being disturbed because this was going to take no time at all.
For a few seconds she hesitated, her hand trembling over her stomach, stretching the moment until she could wait no longer. She lowered her fingers to her pussy. God, she was so wet, she could not remember when she had ever been this way before. Her fingertip pressed against her clitoris, erect and proud of its hood, dipped lower and she lifted her right leg over the gearshift and plunged her fingers inside herself with a muffled cry. She tugged at the dress again, above her breasts now, the whole thing wrapped beneath her arms, cool air an electric charge against her body.
“Yes,” she grunted, eyes closed, imagining Joe leaning over her. She arched upward; her body curved tight and instantly began to shake. She had never come so fast before, but she had never been aroused for so long without relief. She cried out again, opening her eyes, afraid someone might hear, knowing her cry had been too loud but the night was dark, the sea grass hissing softly all around. Jenni jerked again, trying to push her hand all the way inside her pussy, managing four fingers, almost her whole fist, wanting to curl around the quivering ache inside and hold onto it forever.
Five full minutes passed before she recovered enough to tug the dress back down and drive on.
By the time Mark came home, well after midnight, Jenni had showered and changed into her nightdress. She lay in bed reading. The book the other one of Joe’s and she felt a moment’s anxiety Mark might see the cover and she closed it and put it in the drawer of her nightstand.
“Did you have a good time?” she asked Mark as he stumbled in. He’d
obviously not worried as much as her about driving with too much beer in him.
“Lost to fuckin’ Tony again. Don’t know how he does it every fuckin’ time.”
Because he doesn’t get wasted, Jenni thought, but said, “Never mind, Mark. You’ll get him next time.”
Mark dropped his pants and stepped out of them and Jenni saw his cock tenting his shorts. Not much, but then he didn’t have much to tent them with. Unlike Joe. For a moment she had a vivid image of Joe standing in the bedroom instead of Mark, and knew if that was the case she would not feel the same disgust she now did.
Mark had never believed much in foreplay. He might have read about it once in Penthouse, but in the same detached, uninterested way he read about places in Europe. Those places existed, but they weren’t America so had nothing to do with him.
Jenni let him roll on top of her as he released his cock. His leg parted hers and he fumbled for her entrance. If only he kissed me during sex, Jenni thought, staring past his shoulder at the ceiling, or touched me anywhere at all, touched my breasts, touched my shoulder or neck. Mark entered her quickly, Jenni’s earlier arousal still evident in the slickness of her opening. Thankfully Mark was too drunk to notice or wonder why she was so wet; or maybe he believed she really wanted him.
Mark started grunting almost at once, Jenni hoping this would be mercifully short. But she discovered tonight was one of those other nights that were becoming increasingly common; Mark was humiliated after losing his game, Jenni a handy punch bag, and so when his fist landed she rolled her head to one side and pressed her eyes tight shut. Be quick, she prayed. Fuck me and finish quickly.
This time Mark’s anger was worse than she had ever known it, a merciless escalation taking place, perhaps still banked up after finding Joe’s signature in the book. Gasping, he closed his fingers around her neck and squeezed. Jenny tried to push him away but he released one hand to punch her in the side hard enough to leave a bruise in the morning. His hand came back and he bit her shoulder, drawing blood. His fingers tightened, and when Jenni tried to pull air into her lungs nothing came. The room began to gray out and she heard Mark’s grunting fade, as if she was being drawn from him, drifting away... drifting...