In The Garden Of Snakes (An Erotic Summer Tryst)

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by Virginia Wade


  “I’ve never kissed anyone.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yeah.”

  She giggled, “You’re all mine to corrupt. This is going to be so much fun.”

  “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

  “Why not?”

  “It’s a sin.”

  Her hand drifted to the tops of my panties. “How can something so nice be a sin?” She practically purred in my ear, causing little shivers to dance up and down my spine. “Didn’t seeing them fucking turn you on? I know it turned me on. It’s all I can think about right now.”

  “Um…I-I guess.”

  She kissed me on the corner of my mouth, her breath smelling sweet, and her lips soft and moist. A tongue darted out, licking me. “Kiss me, Jess.”

  I never imagined I would be kissing a girl. I always thought the first kiss would be with my husband, after the wedding, but it seemed as if fate had other plans for me. Her lips were urgent and honeyed, her tongue driving forward, mine meeting it tentatively at first, and then as the kiss deepened, we battled aggressively. The intensity of the feelings this embrace provoked was incredibly arousing. My body turned into her, my hands grasping womanly shoulders. I pressed myself to her softness, throwing a leg over her hips and rubbing against her.

  “You catch on quick.”

  Embarrassment had me blushing, yet thankfully, we were in the dark. “Sorry.”

  “No reason to be sorry. This is gonna be way more fun than I thought.”

  Does that mean I’m a total slut? “We…w-we shouldn’t do this.”

  Her hands were under my nightgown. “Don’t be silly. I’ve been dying to know what your boobs feel like. They’re so nice. If I had your tits, I’d go topless all day long.” She giggled, “I’d be showing these puppies off like there’s no tomorrow.” The material of my clothing was in her hands. “Take it off. Take it all off.”

  I knew I wouldn’t say no. The garment went over my head and was tossed to the floor. Her hands were on my chest, massaging my breasts, which felt achy and sore. My nipples were so hard they rubbed against the sheets, causing intense sensations to rush through me, gathering with the abundance of energy that had settled between my legs.

  “Oh, they’re so nice.” She grasped the abundant swells, pressing them together. Her face was buried in my cleavage, her tongue flicking out, wetting me. My arms encircled her, drawing her near. “Oh, mommy. It’s so soft. You smell so good.”

  I arched my back and sighed. Her hands were filled to overflowing with my flesh. I wanted her to touch and lick me, even though it was a sin. She flicked a tongue over my nipple, and I gasped. The sensitive bud ached with need; the edges of my breasts throbbed and pulsed in unison with my pussy. I was so wet down there; I felt it ooze between my buttcrack. The images of Sonya and Christian danced around in my mind. I had witnessed something that was intensely private and only for married couples, the taboo act of fornication, and it had affected me; it had changed me.

  And now this. Now I was in rapture, in the sensual clutches of another woman, and I couldn’t get enough of her. Her lightly floral fragrance, the sounds of her breathing, and the little moans that escaped her were enough to send me over the edge. She suckled my nipples, one at a time, producing bursts of pleasure so intense I shuddered. I tossed my head against the pillow and gave in to her, clutching her shoulders while she nibbled and sucked my nipples. My legs wrapped around her, my pelvis lifting into her. I ached in my pussy, the tensing of my muscles throbbing with need. Her hand drifted down my belly and skimmed under my panties. A finger slid over me.

  “Oh, Carmen!”

  “Jesus, you’re wet.”

  “Oh-oh-my-God!”

  “Dang, girl.”

  Her lips covered mine, and I all but raped her mouth, thrusting my tongue in deep. I was in such a state I bucked up against her hand, just as her finger drove into the wet folds of my labia. The feel of the intrusion sent delicious tremors through me that had my tummy contracting. I knew my body rather well, having lived with it for eighteen years, and I was on the edge of coming.

  “Jess, oh, my God!”

  “CARMEN! CARMEN! CARMEN!” I shouted, thrashing beneath her, bucking up into her hand, as a tsunami of sensation sliced through me. Feeling a warm body so close, touching me intimately, and moist lips pressed to mine, had fueled the raging beast of my need. I shuddered, as little flutters and spasms continued to ping, the pleasure slowly ebbing.

  “Good Lord, Jess. I had no idea.”

  “What?” I sounded tired, yet surprisingly enough, I felt aroused still, my body craving more.

  “You needed to cum bad.”

  “Whatever.”

  She giggled, “You wanna do that to me?”

  I should have said no, but that would be a lie. “Yes.”

  Her nightgown was over her head. “My tits aren’t as nice, but…what the hell.”

  “It doesn’t matter, Carmen. Your body is beautiful.”

  “Ain’t you sweet. I want you to suck my pussy.”

  My cunt contracted on that naughty suggestion. I dripped with fluid, the wetness dampening the sheet. The thought of pleasuring a woman in such a way should have mortified me, but I was curious about what she looked and tasted like. My body hummed the tune of arousal, so soon after finding repletion. I would have to ponder my reactions later and wonder at my sinfulness. Right now, I had other matters to contend with. She lay next to me, spreading her legs. The light from the moon shone through the French doors, but not enough to illuminate us fully. Being shrouded in darkness was a blessing, and maybe an excuse for immoral behavior, or at least, that’s what I told myself.

  As I settled between her soft thighs, the aroma of her pussy teased me, the musky odor similar to my own. When I was alone, I touched myself occasionally and smelled my fingers, enjoying the scent, because it was naughty. This scent came from the place that produced wicked sensation and even sweeter release. I found her shaved pussy fascinating; the folds were slightly parted and silky wet, dripping with fluid.

  “Oh, Jess. Suck me. Do it,” she moaned.

  “I…are you sure?”

  “Yeah. I need it so bad.”

  I pressed my tongue to the place I knew where her clit was. She tasted slightly salty with a hint of tang. “Like that?”

  “More.” Her fingers were on my scalp, massaging and encouraging me to continue. “Oh, more.”

  Opening her moist lips, I lapped her slit from top to bottom, tasting the tartness of her arousal. My inner thighs were coated in moisture, and my pussy pinged distractingly, revealing the state of my own excitement. It didn’t matter that I had already climaxed, or that I was licking the pink insides of a woman, who had been my childhood friend. It didn’t matter that I would have to go to church and confess these sins. All I wanted was to taste her. Fingers pressed into my scalp, urging me on.

  “Oh, my holy shit, Jess!”

  I rubbed her little nub while I drove my tongue into her, wiggling it around back and forth and up and down. I teased her with little circles, my saliva making her orifice sodden, the excess falling to her buttcrack.

  “I’m gonna cum, Jess!” She thrust her hips up into my face, wetting my nose. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good. It feels soooo good.” She shuddered and groaned, her pussy shaking against my lips, the muskiness of her coating my face. I lay next to her, buzzing inside my tummy, my vagina so wet I needed a towel.

  She turned to me, burying her face in my breasts. “Mommy.” It was strange to be called that. Her mouth closed over a nipple, suckling it. “I’m sleeping here tonight.” She sighed.

  I giggled, trying to deflect the tension inside of me, but I was strung up tighter than a ball of twine. I burned between my legs, my pussy throbbing and oozing with need. I should be ashamed. I’d already orgasmed, and now I wanted to again. My fingers drifted down my tummy, cupping my mound, a finger sinking into soggy silk.

  “You’re touching yourself, aren’t you?”


  “S-sorry.”

  “I wondered what you’d be like. We’re going to have the best time.” She kissed me. “I smell myself on you. I could make you feel good again. I could suck your pussy.”

  That sent a bolt of arousal through me. “Only if you want to.”

  She laughed, “You’re so turned on. You poor thing.” She slid down my body, her breath hot against my skin, as she kissed my tummy. “Do you like this?” Her hand drifted to my pussy.

  “Yes.” A finger dipped into me.

  “You’re so wet.”

  “I can’t help it.”

  “No, you can’t.”

  Carmen shifted and settled between my thighs. I lifted my knees, anticipating her tongue. She blew air over me, and I shivered. I was drenched with my own juices. Her finger rubbed my nub, inflaming the little bud with sensation.

  “Ooohh…” Her tongue ran over the length of my slit, leaving a wet streak. I thrust my hips off the bed and bathed her mouth with my secretions.

  “Good God. You horny bitch!”

  “I’m so going to hell for this.” And I don’t care.

  She giggled, “I’ll join you there. That’s where all the fun is anyway.”

  “Whatever. Just suck me.”

  That slinky tongue toyed with my hole, dipping deep and then thrusting back and forth. She massaged my clit, rubbing her thumb over the wet globule. This sent my ass off the bed and into her mouth. I held her face to me, pressing her into my heated flesh. I was panting, my chest rising and falling. My body was not in my control anymore. A sex goddess had taken over.

  “Tell me you like it,” she gasped.

  “I like it.”

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “Fuck me, Carmen. Fuck me.”

  She drove deep; laving me thoroughly, while her thumb stroked the engorged lump of my clit. I was a hairsbreadth away from release; the sensations were overpowering and blissful. My entire body buzzed with expectation, careening out of control into the stratosphere. I knew the orgasm was going to be epic. It was building like the rise of an enormous wave, fifty feet tall and just as devastating.

  “CARMEN! Oh, God, CARMEN!” Bright sparks flashed behind my eyelids, and I trembled against her mouth, as a gush of moisture escaped and poured down my buttcrack.

  “You little squirter, you.”

  “What?” I sounded winded. I collapsed to the bed, my body feeling like JELL-O.

  “You totally just squirted when you came.”

  “Yeah, sorry. It happens sometimes.”

  “Ha! You’re full of surprises.” She snuggled into me, her face pressed to my breasts. “I love these. This is where I’m hangin’ out all summer. Let’s sleep a while and then fuck again.”

  “That’s so naughty.” I yawned.

  “I could go lesbian for you. You’d be worth it.”

  “Stop it,” I giggled. “This is just…messing around.”

  “We haven’t even started yet.”

  That statement left me tingling.

  Chapter Five

  The house was eerily quiet the next day. Constance, Roberta, and Joseph had gone into town to run errands. Preparations were underway for the ball on Saturday night, and a catering truck had pulled into the driveway. I’d awoken in my bed with a woman beside me, entirely relaxed and utterly changed. We had made love several times, until we were sticky with release and coated in sweat. We showered together, soaping one another with fragrant suds; the experience so stimulating I had orgasmed, while her fingers were in me. Never in a million years had I anticipated this type of a reaction to anyone, especially a woman.

  As we sat by the pool, I marveled at the fact that I had worn one of her bikinis. I felt naked, exposed, and yet utterly free, the sun beating down on my skin, warming me thoroughly.

  “You should take your top off.”

  “No. Baby steps. It’s bad enough I’m out in my underwear.”

  “That’s not underwear. It’s a bathing suit.”

  “It feels like underwear.” I eyed her breasts, remembering exactly how they tasted and felt in my hands and mouth.

  “I love your boobs, Jess. They’re sooo nice.”

  Her train of thought was on the same path as mine. “Thanks. Yours are nice too.”

  “Mine are like bug bites. Nature was so generous with you. It’s not fair.”

  She’d slept smothered in my breasts between bouts of intense fucking. “You could always get a boob job.”

  “I guess. But, it’s not the same. Nothing is as soft or as nice as real ones.” She turned on her side, holding her head in the palm of her hand. “I can’t believe you don’t have a boyfriend. What’s up with that?”

  I shrugged. “You know my mom. How am I supposed to date when I can’t leave the house?”

  “You gotta go to a different school. You can’t seriously be thinking of going there. Where is it?”

  “Mercy College.”

  “Ugh. Come on.”

  “That’s where my parents want me to go.”

  “Where do you want to go?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Do you really want to teach?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “The best thing we ever did was get away from that church. I hate to say this, but my mom was a fucking nut. I love her and everything, but some of her ideas were out there. Daddy doesn’t think that way. He’s too liberal for that.”

  It was the only life I had known, and I was confused by all the judgment. “Look, we’re not freaks, okay? We just value certain things like modesty and discipline and waiting for marriage and stuff. That doesn’t make us nut cases.”

  “Sorry. I didn’t mean to sound like such a bitch. Are you waiting for marriage before you sleep with a guy?”

  “I’m supposed to. I made a chastity vow and everything.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Fascinating.”

  “I guess I broke it, though. I…we…didn’t really behave well.”

  “That was like one of the best nights of my life.”

  “It was?”

  She nodded. “I get wet just thinking about it. I can’t wait for tonight.”

  A low, sensual throbbing had my pussy contracting. “We shouldn’t do that again. It was really nice, but it was wrong.”

  “Says who?” She held up a hand. “Wait! Don’t tell me. God.”

  I laughed, “You’re so bad, Carmen.”

  “You ain’t seen the half of it. I’m on a mission to corrupt you totally.” She swung her legs over the lounge chair and stood. “With that in mind, I have to go see about something.”

  “What are you doing?”

  “Chill for a bit. I’ll be back.”

  She wandered off, her butt looking cute in tiny bikini bottoms. I relaxed against the cushions, feeling the sun on my face. A loud splashing had my eyes flying open. Abby and Madison were in the pool, clinging to enormous blow-up toys. There was a blue dolphin and a crocodile, which Abby clung to.

  “Did we scare you?” Madison asked.

  “No.”

  “Too bad.” Screaming and giggling ensued, as they splashed and played. The peace was now thoroughly shattered.

  “Hey,” murmured Carmen. “I wanna show you something.”

  “What?”

  “It’s over here. Come on.”

  I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me. “Your sisters are little brats.”

  “For sure,” she laughed.

  We wandered down a gravel path, the rocks digging into the bottoms of my feet. “Where are we going?”

  “I’ve arranged some entertainment. It’s right over here.”

  “God, what are you up to?”

  “All sorts of good stuff.”

  “Oh, boy.”

  We entered a small maze, with perfectly trimmed bushes more than eight feet tall around us. Wandering around the labyrinth, we came to the center, which was a small-enclosed space, cut off from the rest of the garden. Someone had placed
a blanket on the ground, and Stuart, the gardener, sat on it, a crooked smirk on his face.

  “Good day, ladies.”

  “Hello, Stuart,” said Carmen. “Fancy meeting you here.”

  “I usually obey when I’m summoned, Ms. Hollander.” He winked at her.

  Nervous bundles of energy raced through me, because Carmen had engineered this little rendezvous. I didn’t have a clue about the opposite sex. I knew my body like the back of my hand; therefore, I could navigate Carmen’s easily and pleasurably, but what lurked under his clothing created a firestorm of worry. My mother had warned me repeatedly about date rape scenarios and being touched inappropriately, and how I shouldn’t be alone with a man who wasn’t my husband.

  “She’s scared shitless, Carmen.”

  “Oh, Jess. Relax. He’s not gonna hurt you. Come sit with us.” She held out her hand. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

  I clasped the towel to my chest; the rest was wrapped around my back. I got on the blanket, scooting to the furthest corner. “What are we doing?”

  “You don’t even have to touch him. I’ll touch him.”

  “I’ve never seen anybody more terrified.” Stuart moved towards me, and I stifled a gasp, which was mortifying. “I’m not gonna hurt you, Jessica.” Humor shone in his eye.

  “Don’t scare her half to death, you idiot!” chastised Carmen.

  “She’s about to take off.”

  “I’m good. I’m sorry.” This was so embarrassing.

  “He’s just a guy. There’s nothing to be afraid of. Watch.” She smacked him in the arm.

  “Hey!”

  “See. You can hurt him. You wanna smack him?”

  “What the fuck, Carmen?”

  She laughed, “He’s not made of steel. He’s just a moron gardener.”

  “That’s totally uncalled for. I was your first; you little shit. You’d still be a virgin, if it wasn’t for me.”

  “Ha! There are plenty of guys where you came from, buddy. I was only fifteen. Daddy should’ve had you arrested.”

  “You wanted it. Don’t even try to pretend you didn’t.”

  She hit him again. “Pervert! You should be in jail!” Carmen jumped him, giggling, while he grabbed her, holding her close, his face in her neck. “Don’t touch me!” She was on the blanket, his weight on top of her. I watched their aggressive flirting, finding it interesting, yet slightly worrying. She seemed to enjoy it, because instead of fighting him, their lips met, tongues battling. I’d never kissed a guy before. I had seen movies where the characters kissed, but it had been chaste and perfunctory. Until last night, I had only kissed my mother and father, but that was hardly the same thing.

 

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