Tell-Tale Hearts

by H A Blackwood

  I was naked, sitting on a rock, right next to a public hiking trail, at the end of a gorgeous meadow. A naked blonde woman was waist-deep in a pool fed by a fresh mountain stream with her mouth on my pussy. Behind us, water spilled through a rock face and fell sixty-five feet, creating a constant splashing sound. Even in that frat house basement, with a dozen pairs of eyes watching my every move, I didn’t feel this exposed, this excited. There was nothing between my naked body and God but a sea of bright-blue sky.

  Kim slid her tongue up to my clit, dancing circles around the little hard button of flesh. There are supposedly eight thousand nerve endings in that pea-sized pleasure center, and her tongue hit every one of them. I was riding the wave, climbing to the top of it, coasting along its ridge.

  I opened my eyes and looked down, and it was just as I imagined it when Pete had me bent over my couch. Her face was buried in my pussy, her nose just above my clit, her fingers working in and out of me. She looked up and caught me staring at her. I felt her smile, her cheeks rising and pressing against my lips, and she slipped a wet finger into my asshole.

  The wave crashed over me. I contracted so hard I pushed Kim’s fingers out of me, and a second clench squirted my cum all over her face. I squirted again as she forced her fingers back into me and attacked my pussy like a hungry animal. I kept cumming, over and over, buried by the wave. It was thirty seconds before I realized I was screaming with every contraction. My hips had almost worked their way off the rock, and Kim pushed me back in place, I swear, with her face. I pulled my knees up and lifted my feet close to my head, opening myself to her as much as I possibly could, giving her every bit of my body to play with.

  After an eternity lost in orgasm, I finally started to come down. Kim smiled up at me, pleased with herself.

  My legs were weak, and every muscle from my abdomen to my anus was tired. I rubbed her silky blonde hair. “Holy shit.”

  “Fuck yes, holy shit!” She stood upright and gestured to her face and chest, her milky white skin glistening wet in the midday sun. “This is all you. You came all over me. I think you came as much as Pete does. Holy fuck, Darcy, I think I came too. It’s hard to tell with my pussy frozen by this water.”

  As I gradually came to my senses, I saw a figure to my right. A man was approaching from the trail. “Um, Kim…”

  “Fuck it. He’s already seen us.”

  I looked at her in awe. “Who are you?”

  “I’m the woman who just made you cum my first time out of the gate.”

  The man approached the pool, smiling a broad smile. He was probably mid-forties, in decent shape from what I could see, and his cock was pitching a tent in his hiking shorts. “Hello, ladies. It sounds like you’re having quite the time up here.”

  Kim stood to her full five-foot-four and thrust her tits at him. “What of it?” She reached back and put a hand on my pussy. I involuntarily opened my legs for her. I was a rag doll for her to play with. “This is my pussy. You can’t have it.”

  He laughed. “As much as I’d love to join you, I just wanted to let you know that there’s a bunch of people coming up the trail, maybe five minutes behind me. Everyone’s wondering what all the screaming is about.”

  We sprang into action. It was one thing to taunt this guy with our bodies, but a whole group of people was a different matter. Kim climbed out of the tiny pond, and I slid off the rock and immediately fell, going all the way under the cold water. When I resurfaced, Kim was extending her hand to me and helped me crawl out.

  We hurriedly threw on our shorts and shirts, stuffing our bras and panties in our backpacks. We tied our shoes, forgoing trying to get dry socks over wet feet. The man stood and watched us the entire time, a look of amusement on his face.

  “Thanks for the warning,” Kim said, and she headed back the way we came.

  “No problem,” the man said. “If you want to get in touch, I’m tagged in photos on the Elk Basin Facebook page. I come up here all the time. I’m probably setting myself up for rejection, but hey, it’s worth a shot, right? I don’t know if I could make you scream like she just did, though.”

  “No one ever has,” I said and hurried after Kim.

  She helped me climb down the rock face, and in another ten minutes, we were back on the trail headed to the car. Our wet feet had carried a bunch of debris into our shoes, so we stopped to clean them out and put our socks on to avoid getting blisters. There were too many people on the trail for us to risk stripping to put on our underwear, so we just went commando the rest of the hike down.

  Kim looked over at me every now and then, and I couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear. My dad would have called it a “shit-eating grin.” I don’t know what that means, exactly, or why eating shit would make you grin, but I had one plastered across my face. Finally, she said, “What!?”

  I raised my voice to imitate hers. “This pussy is mine. You can’t have it.”

  She blushed. “I was caught in the moment. Oh, god, it was so thrilling to be naked up there, standing in front of that guy with your cum all over me. I feel so dirty, but so awesome at the same time. That probably doesn’t make any sense to you.”

  I thought about the frat house a decade earlier. “I know the feeling. Equal parts shame and empowerment.”

  “I’m not ashamed, though. At all. I ate pussy today and made you cum like, like, I don’t know what. You squirted me. I will remember this day for the rest of my life.”

  “That’s only the second time that’s happened. How did you know about that spot?”

  She blushed again. “I gave a guy head there in high school.”

  “Oh, my god! You have a favorite spot! I bet you take all the girls there.”

  “You didn’t seem to mind.”

  “Fuck, no. I gave you everything I had today. That was incredible. You were incredible.”

  She smiled, beaming with pride, and reached over and took my hand, giving it a squeeze, and laced her fingers through mine. “Now we’re even.”

  Busted Again

  Three Weeks Ago

  W e got back to the daycare center at three-thirty. While Kim went to collect Becca, Karen called me over to the front desk. She had a stern look that made me feel like I was being called to the principal’s office. She glanced around, making sure no one else was within earshot. “I don’t know what’s happening between the two of you, but you need to be more careful.”

  My first thought was, “How did she know?” but she answered that for me.

  “You left wearing a bra and shorts with orange piping. You return with no bra and wearing Kim’s shorts with green piping.”

  I was caught completely flat-footed. “I don’t know what to say. I—”

  “You clearly had taken your clothes off and got dressed in such a hurry you weren’t paying attention to what went with whom. Now, why would you two be naked in the mountains with your clothes in a heap together? Come on, Darcy, it doesn’t take a genius to figure this one out. I’ve seen how you look at each other.”

  “Karen, I—we—would appreciate your discretion. We’re just… having fun.”

  “Oh, I’m not going to say anything to anyone. It’s not my place, and I’ll be the last person to judge. But you can’t be this careless and keep it a secret. The women in this neighborhood love to talk. Some of them are quite… uptight in their views about sexuality and would not care for this kind of behavior. I’m not one of those women, but I worry about Kim’s family life, her relationship with her husband. I hope you two know what you’re doing.” She wrote something on a business card and slid it to me. “I’d appreciate your discretion as well.”

  She walked off to tend to something else. I flipped the card over.

  758-5487. No strings. No commitment.

  I looked from the card to Karen. She gave me a wink, her stony façade cracking for just a moment. I was puzzling over this development when Kim returned with Becca. Karen, for her part, acted like she knew nothing, fussing over Becca and
telling Kim how much of a joy her daughter was.

  In the car, I pointed to my shorts. Kim’s shorts. I didn’t tell her that Karen had spotted the switch. “In all the excitement, I didn’t notice that we swapped shorts.”

  She smiled. “We can swap them back at my house. I noticed the switch when we were on the trail, but I didn’t say anything. I liked having my pussy where yours was. It was vaguely… thrilling. Is that weird?”

  I thought about the plaid G-string in my underwear drawer at home. “No, not so much.”

  We came around the curve and saw Pete’s Range Rover in their driveway. “Oh, Pete’s home early. I guess we’ll have to swap shorts later.”

  I felt a little let down. I wanted to play with Kim a little more before I left, but it was not to be. “No worries. I’ll bring them back next time I come over.”

  Little did I know the next time I came over would also be the last.

  Let’s Be Naughty

  G emma and I had both flipped twice by the time I finished my story, and we figured we’d absorbed enough ultraviolet radiation for the day. We re-tied our bikinis and got in the pool, swimming a couple of lengths, drifting along, just enjoying the water for a few minutes more. After we climbed out, we gathered our gear and started the walk back to Gemma’s house. She didn’t put on her sarong, so neither did I. It felt a little risqué parading through the park in just our bikinis—but I must admit, I liked the whistles we got from the guys playing soccer. A couple of them were pretty cute, too, but I much preferred watching Gemma’s hips sway back and forth as she walked to looking at the men. She was bringing out the hunger I wasn’t sure would ever come back. I just didn’t know if she felt the same way.

  Back at Gemma’s, we went to her bedroom to change. Since the pool was saltwater and not chlorinated, we opted to skip showers and just put on more comfortable clothes. Gemma stood topless in front of her mirror for a moment. “Oh, man, I have tan lines now. Looks like I’ll be naked in the backyard for the next few times I lay out.”

  I looked over. It was the first time I’d seen Gemma without clothes. Well, without a top, anyway. Her breasts were about the same size as mine, like everything else about her, but her nipples were darker, more of a brown than the pinkish color of mine; her skin tone belied her Italian heritage, while mine was due to my Irish roots. Hers shrank down to a smaller size than mine when they got hard, too—which they were right now. It was like the difference between a quarter and a fifty-cent piece. She saw me staring at her and smiled but didn’t say anything. She dropped her bottoms to the floor and looked at the reflection of her pubic area. So did I.

  She was waxed clean like me. I felt a quickening run through me as she ran her fingers along her hip joints, where the swatch of bikini fabric had covered her pussy. “Yep. Definitely going to have to get rid of these tan lines. I wish we could layout naked at that pool. Can you imagine the whiplash guys like that one today would get?”

  My throat dried up when I tried to respond, so I coughed once. “For—ahem—sure. Al’s wife would kill him.”

  “Or kill us. Oh, well.” She bent down, retrieved her suit, and disappeared into the closet. I took my suit off and was putting on fresh underwear when she startled me. “Wow, you really got some tan lines today, too.” I felt myself stiffen as she touched my left butt cheek, running it along the line left by my suit. Her fingers on my bare ass sent shivers through me and raised goosebumps all over my body. She had to see the effect her touch had. I was getting wet, and my heart began to race. “Your complexion tans quicker than mine. You’re going to have a hard time getting rid of those lines. If that’s something you want to do, that is. They’re kinda sexy.”

  “I, uh, usually just go to a tanning bed a few times, and it evens out.”

  “Me too, but I like laying in my yard naked. It feels decadent. Hey, Darcy—let’s be naughty!”

  Was this it? Was she going to make a move? I felt another surge run through me. I was already wet from her touching me a moment ago. I knew that I wanted this to happen. I always knew that, but I was gun-shy, and her mixed signals forced me to be aloof. Though, to be fair, her messages were getting less confused as time went on. I just didn’t want to make the wrong assumption and ruin the friendship. “What did you have in mind?” I turned, with only one leg in my underwear, exposing my pussy to her for the first time.

  She was wearing cotton shorts and a string tank top with no bra. She stole a look at my crotch before answering. “Let’s order pizza!”

  She had to be fucking with me. She had to know her show in front of the mirror, and all her talk of being naked would get my motor running, and her light touch on my bare ass would have me primed. I felt like an idiot with my beaver hanging out in the breeze, so I slipped my other leg through the high-rise panties, covered with hearts like all my underwear were, and pulled them up. Hopefully, I hid my disappointment. “Pizza actually sounds great. I like pepperoni.”

  “Me too! How are you with pepperoncini?”

  “Love them.”

  “Perfect. I’ll order and pour some wine, and you come out when you’re dressed.”

  She bounced out of the room. I thought for a nanosecond about masturbating to take care of the electricity I had running through me, but it wasn’t the right time. Or place, for that matter. I slipped my jeans on, harnessed my breasts behind a strapless bra, put on a string tank like Gemma’s, and went to join her on the couch. I had just one more story to tell, and she’d be all caught up on my tale of woe. I knew she’d want to hear it after dinner, and I wanted to be done with it after tonight, anyway.

  I met her in the living room as she was pouring the wine. “Pizza will be here in forty minutes. I have some cheese and crackers for a snack.”

  “Well, get them out, so I’m not drinking on an empty stomach. The last part of this ghastly tale will require an iron constitution to get through.”

  She smiled as she pulled a prepared cheese tray from the fridge. “I was hoping you’d tell me the rest tonight!”

  I sipped the wine and munched on a piece of cheese. “Well, strap in, Gemma. This part gets bumpy.”

  A Star Is Born. Again.

  Two and a half weeks ago

  I t was odd… I didn’t get a call or text from Kim for a couple of days. She usually was buzzing in my phone a few times a day. I texted her a few times but got no response. Pete didn’t visit me either. I assumed they were just busy with their kid’s activities, or maybe they were enjoying each other now that their sex life was reanimated, but something was nagging at me.

  Perhaps she was feeling guilty about going down on me. She did have some hang-ups about same-sex activities. Could she have developed cold feet? I hoped not, because together, we were electric, and it’s not like I was asking her to move in with me and swear off dicks for the rest of her life. I was more than happy with having the occasional romp with her; of course, it helped to have her husband’s P in my V every few days too. Best of both worlds—except right now, I had neither one.

  Finally, on Friday afternoon, I got a text from Kim.

  Can you come over tonight? I need you.

  I felt relief wash over me. Maybe things were going to be okay! I typed my reply. “Sure! What time? What can I bring?”

  The three dots did their dance.

  Five-thirty? And just bring you. Clothing optional. ;-)

  Five-thirty gave me a couple of hours to wrap up work, shower, make myself as fuckable as possible, and get over to her place. I moved like a hummingbird to get everything done.

  I arrived at her place at five twenty-five wearing a pair of tight shorts—not hot pants, but not cargo-length either—and a ribbed sleeveless top that left about three inches of my stomach exposed. I was going for a fuckable look, but not so over the top that Pete would get suspicious if he came home while I was still there. Underneath I had on white lace panties, with embroidered hearts, and a lace bra. I was a package waiting to be unwrapped.

  I rang the b
ell. The inner door was open a few inches, and I heard Kim say, “Come in.” I pulled the screen door open and pushed the inner door wider. The living room was dim, and Kim sat on the far side in a leather chair.

  Naked.

  I shut the door and stalked toward her. “You’re no fun. I was looking forward to undressing you.”

  Her face was deadly serious. She pointed a finger at me and commanded, “Strip.”

  I gave her a funny look. What was going on? Were we doing some role play I wasn’t aware of?

  She kept her mug looking mean. “Strip,” she said again, “Or leave.”

  “Okay…” I kicked off my shoes and shimmied out of my shorts. She stared at my underwear while I slipped my shirt off.

  “All the way.”

  I reached behind my back and unhooked the bra and let it fall to the floor. Kim remained stone-faced while I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear, slid them over my hips and let them drop gently to the carpet. I felt a little funny, standing before her, naked and hairless and unsure what she was playing at. But I wanted her, so I played along.

  She pointed at the carpet in front of her. “Kneel.”

  I knelt down in front of the chair, and she slid her hips forward. I didn’t need instructions for that move. I guess she wanted to get right to it. I leaned in and kissed her knees. She lifted her legs and spread them wide, giving me full access to her goods. It was like a treasure chest topped with her closely trimmed golden hair. I kept kissing her legs, moving my way up her thighs toward her waiting pussy.