Lee actually had me practice, I could see where as long as I stood up or sat upright I was covered, but just a simple motion and I could pop either one or both nipples into view.
“This is getting to be silly!” I told her.
“Hey, flashing is fun. It will get Mike’s attention, besides, I will dress a little naughty too.”
“You always dress naughty!”
“Yea, but this is the lake. We can be even naughtier.”
“You are terrible!”
Saturday came, we headed for the beach. It took us some time to find Mike and and the rest of the younger kids, they were off by themselves with a furious beach volleyball game going on. Most of the parents were sitting on blankets farther away, drinking beer and ignoring the racket. We positioned ourselves as close to where Mike was as possible. I laid out the blanket and started to sit down just as Lee slid her beach coverup off. I looked at her in shock. She was wearing one of those skimpy type bathing suits, basically just straps and triangles.
“Good grief!” I told her.
“Like it?”
“Yes, but you are almost naked.”
“Oh, I am covered enough.”
“How the hell is Mike supposed to look at me with you looking like that?,” I asked.
“You will see, I have a plan.”
“Your last plan got me hounded by Billy Hansen for almost a month.”
“Oh, sit down, relax. Let’s see what happens.“I
took off my wrap, suddenly feeling overdressed. I sat down and grabbed a bottle of water. We were sitting there talking when I looked up and saw Mike headed our way.
“Hi, Mary..Lee! What’s up?” Mike said, stopping at the foot of our blanket.
“Oh, nothing. Just getting some Sun, trying to stay cool.” Lee answered.
“Wow, some suit!” Mike told her, grinning. Lee was sitting leaned back, her hands on the sand behind her. I was sitting upright, my arms around my knees. I was supposed to see if I could give Mike a peek, but there sat Lee glowing with oil and damn near naked.
“Want a soda?” I said suddenly, reaching back for the cooler.
“Sure!” He said, looking my way as I leaned forward to hand it to him. I saw his eyes drop down to the front of my suit. They widened slightly, I knew I had both nipples on display. I just reached out slowly with the soda can, he took it and popped the lid.
“Join us?” I gave him my best smile.
“Sure! OK!” He sat down right at my feet. Lee lay down, put her arm over her eyes. Mike kept glancing at her but he also kept glancing back at me as we made small talk. I knew that sitting down he wasn’t going to get another peek. So I tried a different tack, I sat upright and let my knees flop open, crossed my ankles. At least this would give him a nice view of my suit covered crotch. I saw his eyes drop down, then widen. I felt a little shiver at that, he was interested.
Then something felt funny. I looked down, the edge of my suit had rolled upwards, more than half of my bare beaver was hanging out. I quickly closed my legs. Mike sat there with his mouth hanging open. I started to say something, just then someone down at the game yelled at him so he hopped up and ran back to the game.
I reached down to check on what had happened. The elastic band on my suit was clipped on one side.
“Lee! Damn you! You snipped the elastic on my suit!”
“That sure worked! I told you I had a plan.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I figured you would chicken out.”
“Now what do I do?”
“Relax and enjoy the attention.”
I reached over and grabbed my coverup, I was just pulling it on when I heard a voice.
“You aren’t leaving, are you?” It was Billy Hansen.
“Hello, Billy.”
“Don’t leave. I want you to stay. Can I join you?” He sat down without waiting for an answer.
“What do you want?” I asked him.
“Just to visit, say hi. I like talking to you.”
“Oh.”
“I like the way you look, you are hot.”
There, he said “Hot” again?
“Oh, come on Billy. You find me hot? I am skinny as a rail.”
“No you aren’t. You look great! I saw what you were doing for….Mike.”
I blushed at that.
“That was an accident.” I lied.
“No, it wasn’t. I could tell. Nobody ever teases me like that, nobody ever pays any attention to me.” He looked me right in the eyes.
Lee was sitting there surprised, glancing back and forth.
“Beautiful girls like you…and Lee..you never pay any attention to me.”
“Billy, I….”
“I really liked dancing with you!”
“Billy, I did too. You are a good dancer.”
“You did? But you make up to guys like Mike. I saw you…show off to him.”
I blushed at that.
“You never do anything like that to me. Just by accident. Is something wrong with me?”
“Billy, nothing is wrong with you. I like you just fine.”
“Then why is it always Mike, he gets everything?”
I just looked at him. I have no idea why I did it but I did. I leaned back, opened my legs, feeling the edge of my suit instantly curl up. Billy’s eyes dropped to my crotch, I knew I was almost completely on display. I felt the crazy flood of wetness, fought the urge to reach down and touch myself. I sat like that for a good 30 seconds, neither one of us said a word. Then I sat back up, closed my legs. I glanced over at Lee, her mouth was hanging open, a surprised look on her face. I just grinned at her.
“Way to go, girl!” She said finally.
“How was that, Billy?” I asked him with a wicked grin.
“Wonderful! You are so naughty, so pretty. Can I see the rest?”
Wow, that was blunt. Billy was strange, but bold.
I leaned forwards, my top gapping open, let him look.
He stared at me, smiled. I glanced at the huge bulge in his bathing suit, knew I had turned him on. Even Lee was looking.
“You are perfect, beautiful! I love you, I am going to marry you.”
“What?”
“I am going to marry you.”
“Billy, I am only 19. It was just a little peek, I don’t even know why……”
“So we will date for a few years if we have to.”
“Date?”
“Sure, meanwhile, let’s go dance.” He hopped up, reached for my hand. I don’t even know why, I took it and got up.
“Oh, here. Put on your coverup. We can’t be upsetting anyone.”
I put it on, meekly went with him. I looked back at Lee sitting there, the look of surprise on her face.
Even dancing together on the sand, we fit perfectly.
“Billy, why are you even interested in me?” I asked him.
“You are submissive. I’m not. We belong together. You will see.”
He leaned in and kissed me, it made my head swoon.
I kissed him right back, I couldn’t help myself. I liked it.
Submissive? Me?
Well. I was wondering where this was headed.
We will see.
The End
Exhibitionist Mary
It’s the twelfth of October and a couple of my friends are sleeping over. We are playing truth or dare and we’ve let out a lot of our secrets, including my secret exhibitionist dreams.
“Mary, truth or dare?”
“Um… dare.”
“I dare you, to… you’ll see. Let’s get in the car.”
Aisha and I followed Mindy to her car. Once we were inside, Mindy instructed me to take off my underwear.
“What? I can’t do that!” I protested.
“Don’t worry. No one will know. It’s dark outside.”
“And fucking freezing!”
All the same I obliged, slipping my slightly damp panties from under my short skirt. Mindy held out her hand and I passed them to her. She held them to her face and inhaled my musky scent. She instructed me to take off my bra, which I also did.
She took out a pair of scissors and cut my underwear to pieces.
“There. No going back now.”
I shivered, partly from the cold, partly from fright and partly from my arousal.
Mindy started to drive away.
“Hey, Minds? Whee are we going?” asked Aisha.
“Wait and see.”
“Please tell me…” I begged.
“Maybe,” Mindy wavered. “But Aisha has to take off her top.”
Aisha, obviously too curious for her own good, pulled off her tank top, exposing her small but round 36B breasts, enclosed in a lacy balcony bra.
Mindy nodded in approval, and looked as if she was about to slide her hand up her skirt, before she stopped herself and informed us, “Okay. We’re going shopping. I have a series of tasks for Mary to do.”
I shivered again, and we traveled the rest of the way in silence.
We arrived at the shopping mall five minutes later. Mindy told me to take my phone out of my bag, and get out of the car. She would call me to tell me of each task, all the time watching from a hiding place to make sure I was behaving.
We tested this. My phone rang and I turned round to see Mindy giggling.
“You see that group of men? I want to to walk past them, drop your phone, and bend over to pick it up, making sure they get a good view of your beautiful pussy.”
I pressed the terminate call button and did exactly as Mindy said. The men wolf whistled and I saw a flash as one of them used his phone to take a picture.
It was sick, but I loved being exposed this way.
My next task was to go into a lingerie store and get some bras to try on. But there was a catch - I had to “get stuck” and get a saleswoman to help me.
I wandered into a shop, and the air conditioning was refreshingly cool on my hot shaven pussy. I walked around, accumulating a selection of slutty bras, including some shelf bras and see-through ones. I smiled at the sexy female assistant and made my way to the fitting room. I slipped my top over my head and put on a bra, leaving the clasp undone.
“Excuse me, miss? I need some help. I’m, um, stuck.”
The gorgeously curvy assistant entered, and I kept my back to her until she was right behind, and then turned to expose my full 32D breasts to her, right in her face. In her shock her mouth fell open and I took this as my cue to shove one of my, by now, very hard nipples inside. Her lips closed around it before she realized what she was doing, and fell back.
I knew she wouldn’t tell anyone, and I moved on to my next task. I had to pee in a public place, preferably on someone.
I walked into a club, and made my way straight to the ladies room. Sure enough, a tall, sexy sexy sexy blonde had just exited. I strutted towards her and put my hand on her waist. She reacted by doing the same to me. Obviously she swung the same way as me. I slid my hand up her top, and she moved her head towards me and started kissing my neck. Neither of us wanted to take things slowly and soon she was lying on the floor and I was straddling her stomach. Suddenly her hands froze on my breasts and she screamed, “I’M CUUUUUMMING” just as I let myself go and peed all over her. I removed my fingers from her sweet pussy and licked them, still peeing. She was too involved in her orgasm to notice my piss, and I moved to her pussy as she squirted her pussy juice all over me. I licked up as much as I could and left her there.
My last task was to strip completely. By now I had no fears, so I took off my clothes in the elevator and left them there. As the doors opened I ran from there to Mindy’s car, enjoying the feeling of the eyes all over my boobs and my pussy. It almost brought me over the edge. As soon as I got into the car Mindy started teasing me by rubbing my clit, and as she slid her fingers into me I came so hard and so long I forgot where I was. She bit my breasts as I was lost in my orgasm, and she licked my pussy and stroked my breasts and my clitty again as I did the same to her.
It was a night I will never forget.
The End
Love Under Cover
Diane couldn’t wait to get back to the seaside hotel after dinner. She and Jake had their respective favorites; almond-crusted Salmon and pan-seared Tuna. Diane couldn’t help but think about how Jake might take her once they got back to the room. She found herself getting wet during dinner conversation. Her mind wandered off onto more erotic subjects while Jake made polite conversation about politics, work and money. She nodded obediently and agreed respectfully as she rubbed her thighs together and bounced her leg on one knee. A few times she had to force herself back into reality when he asked a question or expected a response. The rest of the time she blissfully spent the hours fantasizing about what position they’d fuck in, or how hard his cock would be when he finally slipped it in…
She held his hand tightly as he led her back to room 204. Her heart was pounding wildly as they got closer and closer to the door. ‘If he doesn’t rip my clothes off soon, I’m going to cum in my panties,’ she thought to herself.
Jake fumbled with the room key as he tried to open the door. “Damn it,” he exclaimed. “Oops. Wrong way,” he mumbled, blushing slightly.
“I hope you’re not tired” she ventured, as he finally managed to open the door.
“Tired? I don’t think so, Sweetie. You’re not going to be that lucky,” he joked.
“Should I be scared?” Diane questioned shyly. Now she was really getting hot. She’d seen that look before… that time when…
“You better believe it,” he decided.
Either he was bluffing or this night was going to get interesting.
As usual, Diane decided to shower before anything happened with Jake. She wanted to be clean. She wanted everything to be clean, to be more precise. Jake liked to wander into all her erogenous zones during sex, so she had to make sure she was prepared for anything. “I’ll just be a few minutes,” she mentioned as she slipped into the bathroom.
“I’ll order some Champagne,” she heard him say as she shut the door and turned on the shower. A hot shower always got Diane in the mood. She felt uninhibited when she touched herself in the shower. Of course part of it involved getting clean, but the first part was often very dirty.
Diane held back squeaks and moans as she rubbed her clit and spread her lips; covered with soap. It was so easy to get off in the shower, but that was not her intent tonight. She would save that for later, when Jake could watch. She loved to cum for him. She felt so powerful and vulnerable at the same time. Quivering, sweating and moaning in his arms. Yes, she would definitely wait till later. Maybe just a quick rub in the shower, then on to bigger and better things. She slipped one, then two fingers up her slit. ‘Mmmm, I hope he doesn’t wait too long tonight,’ she thought. ‘I better finish up and get out there,’ Diane concluded.
She didn’t even hear Jake come in the bathroom before the shower door opened. “Zaaacck!!!” she shrieked as she found herself staring at him with one leg up on the wall, and two fingers up her twat.
“Oh shit…I mean…I’m sorry, damn!” he fumbled, embarrassed but excited.
“Maybe you can knock next time” Diane reprimanded as Jake shut the door in amazement.
“I just wanted to see if you wanted wine instead of Champagne,” he explained, as he sulked out of the bathroom.
“Wine’s fine,” she blurted – her heart pounding from embarrassment, excitement and ecstasy. She almost came when he startled her – apparently some kind of odd reaction to the shot of adrenalin when she was already pulsing with sexual intensity. Diane took a couple of deep breaths, gained her composure and finished her shower. No hiding what was on her mind now, she concluded. Oh well, he probably does the same thing in the shower, doesn’t he?
The knock at the door came as Diane was finishing brushing her wet hair. “Can you get that?” Jake asked Diane.
“Ya, sure…except I’m naked, you dope,” she responded playfully.
“Oh ya, hang on – I’m coming,” Jake replied to both Diane and the caller.
“You’re coming! Ya right, I was the one coming until you interrupted me,” Diane mused. Luckily she didn’t say that out loud; especially with the waiter now standing in the room. Diane shut the bathroom door the rest of the way as Jake invited him in the room while he searched for his wallet. ‘Jeeze, does he want to show me off to the entire world? I’m sitting here stark naked with the door cracked open (to air out the steam, of course) and he tells the guy to come in,’ Diane vented to herself. Maybe he just forgot. Maybe not.
Diane needed a few extra minutes to primp before exiting the bathroom. Her shimmering, long blond hair contrasted with her dark brown muff. So she had decided to shave her snatch clean as a little bedtime gift for Jake, tonight. She hated to shave all the way, as a general rule. Stubble sucks when it grows back. Plus she felt so…exposed! He could see ’everything.’ Diane was still a little hung up about a few things sexual: Some leftover Christian values from her strict, religious upbringing. She had gotten over most of those issues with her first few boyfriends, but a couple of idiosyncrasies remained. One involved anybody actually looking directly at her snatch. Sex was fine. Real fine! She was ok with being sucked, fucked, slapped, spanked, scratched, and even spit on. She even did anal a couple times (that hurt!). But she didn’t like her man to look at her private parts – especially with the lights on. Better to do it in the dark, or under the covers, and feel your way around, she rationalized.
But tonight she bit the bullet and whipped out the razor. She looked at herself in the mirror when she was finished. ‘Just like when I was 12,’ she mused, admiringly. ‘That is cute,’ she concluded. But it was one thing for her to look at it – his gaze was quite another. She felt herself blushing, and one look at her face in the mirror confirmed the fact. ‘Why is it such a big deal,’ she wondered? ‘He’s probably seen a bunch of them. I should get over it! Ya, tonight I’m going to do it with the lights on, and not freak out.’ That was final.
“Whatcha doin’ in there,” Jake inquired. She blushed again.
“One sec.” she responded. Diane finished rubbing some lotion on her snatch and grabbed a robe. She smelled her fingers before washing her hands. Nothing quite like lotion mixed with girl juice. If it smelled good to her, she imagined how good it must smell to her man. ‘Lucky him,’ she reminded herself. Diane then pulled on her favorite slut suit lingerie and adjusted the panties to show every curve and crevice. She stopped to admire how they clung to her slit when it was hairless. “That should get him going,” she whispered, confidently. Ok, now she was ready.
Diane walked up to Jake, in her best tart strut. He missed it, of course, as he struggled with the wine opener. Pop! She jumped back as his hand came flying toward her face, with the corkscrew and all.
“Oh, there you are,” he observed – looking her up and down. She posed for him for a moment, angling her pert breasts up towards the heavens. “Turn around, you sweet thing,” Jake commanded, as a wry smile came across his face. “Wow, you know how to make a man’s heart skip a beat, girl,” he commented, looking at her crotch from the corner of his eye. She wondered if he noticed her mound was a little smoother than usual, under those barely-there panties. He would find out soon enough, she chuckled in her head.
“Why don’t you lie down for a few minutes, sweetheart,” Jake suggested as he led her by the hand. He offered her a glass of wine with the other hand, and he firmly pulled her down on the bed. “Maybe you can loosen up for a second while I grab…something,” he said coyly.
‘What was going through his dirty little mind now,’ she wondered? ‘Well, I’ll just have to wait and see,’ she thought, as she drank her wine a little quicker than usual. Diane noticed her heart pounding with anticipation, although she didn’t know why. ‘It’s just sex. I’ve fucked him hundreds of times,’ she observed. Maybe things would be different, this time…
Jake came back from his suitcase with a red rope and blindfold. Now her heart was beating. “Where did that come from,” she inquired shyly, in her best submissive tone. Part of the quivering in her voice was pretend – for Jake’s pleasure – part of it was real. She’d never been tied up before, but always wanted to try. Had he read her mind?
“Just a little something I picked up,” Jake replied.
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This better be the first time he used it, she insisted, silently. Ok, time to breath and be calm. She could do this. She wanted to, but there’s something unique about being out of control.
What would he do to her? Would he be gentle? What if he became an animal? What if he lost control? NO, things would be fine. “I just need to go with the flow,” she told herself.
He took the empty wine glass from her hand, as he lowered her head against the pillow with his hand. He took one hand and deftly tied it to the bedpost with the new, red ropes. Some kind of knot she’d never seen before. Then the other hand. Now it was just her feet that remained under her control. She pulled her hands to see if she could get free. Nope. He had done his job well. This was really happening. She was about to be restrained. He took her naked foot gently in his hand, caressed it lightly, then pulled her body down towards the bottom of the bed.
Her arms and legs stretched out so they were almost perfectly straight. “That’s too tight,” she complained.
“It will be fine,” he assured her.
Her heart was about to leap out of her chest when he took her remaining free appendage in his hand, and spread her legs wide apart. ‘What a rush,’ she decided. This is going to be fun…hopefully. Jake dutifully tied her left leg to the bed rail with a snap of the rope. And it was done. She was splayed out before him, helpless, as she’d never been before. Diane found herself going wet as she realized resistance was futile. He would have his way with her, in whatever way he wanted. It was almost too much for her to bear. He better start touching her soon, or she was going to scream.
“Whatcha gonna do, big Jake,” she teased, confidently. Better to show she’s still in control, she figured.
“Oh, I just figured I’d leave you there for a while,” he laughed. Just then he walked behind her, and everything went dark. That’s right, he had a blindfold too. Now she had to concentrate to breathe. She had no idea where he was, or what he would do next. “Now just relax, my kitten. Playtime will start soon enough,” he whispered in her left ear.
“Shit!” Jake exclaimed as he banged on the air conditioner – or so it sounded, anyway. She couldn’t be sure.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Diane ventured meekly, from her vulnerable position?
“Stupid air conditioner, it’s not working.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Diane suggested, “I’m still working,” she added.
“I better get someone to fix it,” Jake decided confidently, in his ‘caveman’ voice he used whenever he gave up on home repair issue. What was he thinking, she wondered? ‘Here I am, spread eagle on the bed, in my best lingerie, shaved clean, and you want to fuck with an air conditioner?’ What a waste.
“You’re right, sweet thing, I need to fix you first,” Jake said, turning his attention back to his caged pet.
She could feel his strong fingers running down her arms, over her shoulders, across her breast. There goes the heart again. ‘I’ll be luck to make it through this without a heart attack,’ she mused. Her left nipple became hard in anticipation of his touch as he slowly worked circles around her outer breast, then her inner, then her areola, and finally gracing her solid nipple. ‘Mmmm, finally he’s touching me,’ she said to herself.
Chills went down her back, as he worked his way over to her other tit, which was standing at attention in expectation of his call. She quivered noticeably, as he made his way down from her breasts down to her taunt tummy. Something about not knowing where the next touch would come from, was driving her insane with lust and anticipation. ‘The crotch of my new panties must be a puddle by now,’ she thought worriedly. ‘He’s going to be surprised if he ever gets down there!’
But waiting long was not in her future, as Jake’s strong hand found its way down her midsection, over her smooth mound, and ever so slowly between her forcibly spread legs. She quaked several times, as he brushed her wet clit, still covered by the drenched panties. “Did you have an accident, sweet-thing,” he teased as he rubbed her crotch. “Mmmmm, you smell good,” he observed, as she heard him take a deep breath. He had a habit of smelling his finger when he first started touching her, down there. She couldn’t decide if she like that or not, but hey – whatever turned him on.
As he rubbed her wet slit, Jake noticed her special prep work she performed with the razor. “For me?” he asked excitedly.
“All for you, babe,” she said in a decidedly sultry voice.
“Let’s take a look,” he said excitedly, as he started unbuttoning the side clasps of her nothing-panties. Her heart started racing again, as he pealed away the wet cotton from her soaked box. She could visualize herself, spread wide on the bed, in the lights, while he gazed down at her…in all her glory. She tried to pull her legs together reflexively when the unveiling occurred, but shuddered as she was prevented by the sturdy ropes. “Sweet snatch,” he observed, as he pried apart her lips, and thoroughly inspected her goods.
Her box kept pumping out girl cum, as he massaged her inner lips and clit. Despite the blindfold, Diane knew he was staring directly at her unprotected love flower, in the bright hotel room lights. Her breathing increased, along with her heart rate. Her hips started moving reflexively up and down, as he slipped his finger inter her waiting, watery hole. Her moans became audible as he moved two fingers in and out of her warm trim.
“Oh ya, the air conditioner,” Jake snapped suddenly.
“What the fuck?” Diane retorted. “Now?” she begged?
“Don’t you worry, little one, it won’t take long,” he said, nonchalantly.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” she yelped. Her further protestations fell on deaf ears, as Jake pulled the large comforter back on the bed, to cover her up. Diane was small enough to fit in the middle of the bed, with no fingers or toes hanging over the edges. Jake arranged the blankets around her so that all her parts were completely covered – head to toe.
Diane squirmed repeatedly, as she struggled to get free of her captor’s knots. “Back in a flash,” he laughed as she herd him walk out the door, which shut with a bang.
There she lay, quivering with sexual enticement one moment, then enraged with blind betrayal the next. ‘Where is he going?’ she wondered. ‘Is he really bringing someone into the room to fix the damn A/C in the middle of our fun? He planned this all along, didn’t he – the bastard!’
Diane decided that the ropes couldn’t be that strong, so she decided to flip, and shake and struggle with all her might, to test the ties that bound her to her fate. In doing so, the covers were tossed from side to side, back and forth. But her efforts were to no avail. The knots held her in place, as Jake intended. In her darkened state, she realized that her spread body may no longer be covered completely by the comforter, as Jake may have planned.
‘Great!’ Now, instead of a messed up sheet on the bed, someone might actually see her – or parts of her, lying prostrate on the bed. She struggled diligently to move the covers back where they were – or where she thought they were, before she started this misadventure. But she couldn’t tell which parts of her were covered, and which ones weren’t, at this point - particularly given the lack of sight.
A swoosh of air breezed past her partially-covered body as the door flung open. It was at that point she realized her worst fear. That rush of cool air blew directly across her wet snatch, which could mean only one thing – it was exposed through the folds in the mess of covers. ‘This could not be happening,’ she panicked to herself.
Diane heard the banal conversation between Jake and some unknown maintenance man, as they entered the room together. “…Ya, just quit workin’ on me,” Jake said. “This shit always happens to me. I tried to fix it, but I think it needs a professional,” he pronounced.
Diane was tempted to scream out at him: “Cover me the fuck up, you asshole.” But there was still some chance that repair-dude didn’t see her, or didn’t notice her, and that he’d be gone without incident. If she said anything, it was all over. Christ, the lights were probably still on too.
Diane’s thoughts began to wander in the silence that followed. Taps and bangs on the air conditioner were all she could hear, as she laid there blindfolded; heart beating, legs spread. The room still smelled like sex. Surely this stranger would notice her nestled in the bed covers. How could any man miss her glistening, pulsating snatch peering out through the folds? Was this really some friend of Jake’s that he brought over for a practical joke? ‘He better not let him have sex with her – or even see her pussy,’ she insisted in absolute silence.
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Diane went through all this pampering, primping and cleaning for Jake, not damned some loser who probably jerked off to porn every day, and couldn’t get a woman to save his life. Yet, there was her stark naked, spread box displayed for the world to see – or at least for Jake and his a/c man to see.
Were they both just staring at it right now? If so, they’d see ’everything.’ The bed was so big that her legs practically cramped when he spread them wide apart to tie them off. So there was nothing to hide now. Did he know this was her worst fear? Her anger mixed with mounting humiliation and ecstasy to produce a feeling she would not soon forget. Her heart began to pound again, in anticipation of some stranger sticking something into her gaping snatch, without notice. Would it come out of nowhere, or would they at least give her a gentleman’s warning before some dastardly deed occurred? Maybe Jake will rip the covers off at any minute, as some kind of sick, college prank? How did she get herself into this position?
With all the fear and trepidation, she found herself lost in the moment of it all. The titillation overcame the anxiety, as she became increasingly disappointed that nothing was happening. What, her snatch wasn’t good enough for them? It’s wet, shaved, spread and waiting for something to happen. What’s the problem? The thought of Jake and some strange man staring at her increasingly hard clit got the best of her, and the waves of sexual excitement came over her like a steamroller. Maybe she was a closet exhibitionist. This was not something she had ever faced before. Diane began to relish the thought of a stranger getting hard looking at her most private of privates. She started to move her pelvis back and forth, and side to side, as she would if there was something writing around in her love hole.
“I need to find a tool,” the a/c dude finally said, as he moved metal objects around in his toolbox.
‘You need a tool,’ she thought to herself sarcastically. ‘Find something in that fucking box and stick it in me already,’ she screamed in her mind. As the waves of pure ecstasy became more intense, she held back her internal moans. She always had trouble keeping quiet, even when she and Jake were making love in his parents’ house. She knew this time the stakes were high, because she’d be exposed to the world if she let out one peep. But the pressure building up in her loins forced her to keep going, as the intensity of her excitement built.
A/C control panel buttons were clicking as she tried to hold back the writhing and moaning that came naturally when she reached the verge of climax. Reason and caution became things of the past, as she imagined the worst and best possible outcomes of this bazaar situation in which she found herself. Would she soon feel two hard cocks crammed in her hole? Would one of them take her from behind, instead? Would they cum on her face or spew on her tits? Who knows? Who fucking cares! With this blindfold, she would never see it coming.
Her crotch seeped with anticipation, as a multitude of fantasies raced through her head. Fucking, sucking, pounding, fisting. Anything was possible. She’d just have to put up with it, wouldn’t she? As she pictured this young repairman thrusting his rock hard cock into her snatch, while Jake cheered him on, that familiar feeling shot across her chest, stomach and box. She was going to cum. She could even smell the scent of her love juice permeating the air around her. Did they smell her too? Oh God. This was it.
Diane took in a big breath and screamed silently, as her sweating cunt began to twitch noticeably, over and over, while pure euphoria passed over her entire body. White hot pleasure rushed through her veins, and pounded in her crotch. She continued to hold her breath until she became light-headed. When she came back to reality, she heard Mr. No-name repairman say, “This sounds like a stupid question, but can you make sure it’s actually plugged in behind the bed?”
She could hear Jake plug something into the wall, and say: “Oh my gosh, do I feel stupid. I must have accidentally yanked it out when I moved the table over to the bed. Sorry.” After all appropriate apologies had been made, Jake led a/c man out the door, as that familiar rush of cold air passed over Diane’s soaked crotch.
Jake pulled the covers off Diane, to find her still sweating and quivering. “You Asshole!” she said, expectantly.
“You did fine, sweet-thing,” he consoled her. “I did wonder how you could cum so quietly, though,” he jeered. “Now, where did we leave off?”
The End
Dirty Laundry
Once again, having had put off doing her laundry until the very last minute - which was Sunday evening in this case, Laura found herself loading a plastic blue basket full of her clothing. The only items of dress which were still clean were old and comfortable, and felt good against skin: old shorts, much too small for her now, and a very thin pink top, with thin straps on her smooth brown shoulders, and thin fabric below which didn’t quite cover her navel. Gathering the last of her dirty clothes, which included all of her bras, panties, work clothes and outfits which she wore socially - on the rare occasion when she went out - socks, casual slacks, and so on, she looked for her detergent.
Making rent meant to economize, which also meant that every piece of clothing that she owned, save some shorts and a skimpy top, were all washed at the same time. She hoarded quarters for such occasions, especially after her last roommate moved out, and she swore that no matter what, she would never have another. No chance of betrayal, of being wounded by someone who was supposed to have been her friend.
Her last boyfriend, Bill, was sleeping with Laura’s roommate behind her back. Laura had not suspected a thing, which had made it even worse when she came home one day to find them almost in mid-coitus near the living room couch, Bill’s small but adequate cock swollen and red, and wet with Amanda’s slippery discharge. They both stammered for an explanation, but it was obvious that there was none to be had. They were both completely naked and had obviously been fucking each other. Though by the time Laura had keyed and opened the front door after unexpectedly getting off of work two hours early, Bill and Amanda had found time to at least disengage and were in the act of standing up. She screamed for both of them to get out, trying not to look at Amanda’s body, full large breasts and nipples perfectly placed an inch or so below the middle, slender hips and flat stomach, long legs and white milky skin. Laura had never seen Amanda naked before that moment, but it was something that she had never forgotten.
After that, and after Amanda had come back to remove the last of her personal possessions, Laura often allowed herself to fantasize about it even though it was a painful memory. It turned her on, and she didn’t know exactly why - to examine it was painful - but sometimes at night, and even some mornings, she would find herself remembering that last vision of Bill and Amanda.
Laura would find herself teasing her clitoris and then furiously masturbating and bringing herself to a sweet and thorough climax. In most of these fantasies, she would find herself interrupting Bill and Amanda as had actually happened, but instead of feeling hurt and betrayed she found herself naked and with them, watching Bill’s hard cock slide in and out of Amanda’s dripping wet pussy. Amanda would have her head back and her mouth open, moaning incoherently while Bill sucked on one of Amanda’s hard nipples. Laura would be licking and teasing the other one while gently cupping Bill’s tight ball-sack, feeling his body tighten and knowing that he was going to come in less than a few more deep thrusts inside of Amanda.
And Amanda then came, and grabbed Laura’s waist and urged Laura to bring her now soaking wet cunt above Amanda’s waiting mouth, where Amanda skillfully and eagerly began to bring Laura to climax. Moving her tongue across Laura’s engorged clit, Amanda would tease it, and then lick it harder until Laura couldn’t stop herself from coming.
The fantasy sometimes changed, but it was always the three of them. She always found it silly afterward, because she knew that she would likely never see either of them again, and she had no desire to. The mere thought of ever seeing Bill again made her ill, and she was even more disappointed in Amanda, who had been a friend for over five years. It was just a fantasy, after all.
Even as recently as last night, more than eight months after it happened, Laura had found herself completely turned on by it again and had almost brought herself to orgasm before a noise had startled her from somewhere outside. It was the new neighbor, a handsome but strange boy who was rattling something quite loudly out on his balcony above her bedroom - Laura heard him curse whatever it was that made a loud noise. He then went back in through his sliding-glass door, whatever his name was, and the mood was then broken so she dozed off to the sound of her radio.
* * *
Laura had gathered her laundry, and found some detergent underneath the bathroom sink. She then stood, facing the mirror, and took in her appearance for no reason in particular. The thin top with small shoulder straps accentuated her small and firm breasts, her large red nipples easily seen through the fabric. Her waist, thin and slightly angled above the top of her shorts blended forward into a flat and smooth stomach.
She liked her own body.
Her long hair was pinned up, revealing completely her smooth and clear complexion, from years of abstaining from piling on too much makeup. As she turned to leave the bathroom, she looked back into the mirror to observe her ass. It was still, as it had always been in her opinion, her most sexy feature, although the few men that she had ever slept with had all told her the same thing: It was the entire package. Her breasts, although small, sported magnificent large red nipples with areolas that puffed out pleadingly, as if longing to be sucked. Her ass was perfectly proportioned to her body, and had enjoyed being grabbed while she was on top. Her shoulders, smooth and perfect, as was the rest of her body.
So they said.
Especially Bill; Laura had counted Bill’s opinion until she caught him with Amanda. She became disgusted with herself for allowing his memory to creep back into her mind, and indignantly stormed out into the living room, detergent in hand, grabbed the big plastic blue basket, and headed out toward the apartment laundry room.
Even though it was dark out, it was quite hot and sticky, and Laura’s initial embarrassment about her skimpy attire quickly vanished. The two cute men who lived on the other side of the apartment complex - one married and the other living with his girlfriend - were never around, and the only other guy who would even be within eyeshot of her was the weird new guy who lived upstairs. She had only seen him from a distance, and that was rare - usually with another guy either entering or leaving, and usually either in the afternoon or in the morning, and she had never met him anyway.
Besides, the laundry room was only twenty feet from her front door.
When Laura entered, she wasn’t paying much attention so that she was startled to see a guy, perhaps twenty, a paperback in one hand and a beer in the other, sitting atop one of the machines. On the floor lay a huge pile of dirty laundry, and every one of the four machines appeared to be in use. He was dressed in jeans with no shirt and no shoes or socks. His long brownish hair was combed back recklessly with a day’s worth of stubble on his face, and in spite of that rouge appearance his boyish shyness caused Laura to have a moment of indecision. She admired his body, just enough hair on his stomach and chest, but not too much. He wasn’t muscular, but was fit, his muscles toned, and his skin slightly brown. Sensing that someone was present, he quickly looked up from behind his book and his blue-green eyes met Laura’s dark brown eyes.
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“Um,” he stammered.
“Er,” Laura recovered, “You’re using all of them.”
“No, I mean, here, let me give you half.”
He jumped down frantically and instantly shut off two of the machines.
Laura turned to leave and said, “No, that’s fine I can come back later…”
“Please, I didn’t mean to hog them all, here - take these two and accept my apology,” he interrupted.
His voice was pleasant and confident outside of his shy demeanor, and Laura stopped and turned to watch him taking out his wet clothing, flopping the soaked and soapy mess on top of one of the two counters next to the dryers. He almost looked as good from the back as he did from the front, his tight jeans revealing a small tight ass, his back was tight and somewhat muscular, with broad shoulders and the slightest bit of tone in his triceps. He was working furiously, and had both washing machines emptied in seconds.
“Please, I’m sorry,” he insisted.
“These two are yours. I’ve never seen anyone in here on a Sunday night before, I just assumed…”
“I usually wash earlier in the day. Besides, how would you know who washes here? You’ve only lived here for a couple of months,” Laura said, interrupting his excuse.
Laura instantly regretted the way that her last words came out. As he faced her, his wet stomach and chest reflected the light from the dim bulb above, and his jeans were damp and soapy from his own half-washed laundry. She noticed his cock through his jeans, was he aroused? If he wasn’t, he was hung very well, much better than Bill had been - Bill’s cock wasn’t even as big as the bulge in this guy’s pants when Bill was completely erect.
“I…” Laura started and stopped in another moment of indecision.
“Please, I feel foolish,” he said with a slight grin.
“Take these two machines, and my apology.”
“Um, yeah, sorry, thanks,” Laura said, grinning in return yet not looking directly at him, something softening slightly in her demeanor.
She put her basket and her soap on the remaining empty counter and instinctively inspected the inside of one of the available machines.
“I’m Tom,” he said, and extended his hand.
“Oh. Um, Laura,” she said, shaking his hand which was still slightly wet.
She quickly let go and he dried his hands on his pants and shyly apologized again. He laughed nervously and then grinned sheepishly. She thought him to be weird, but oddly charming and certainly handsome. And sexy. Tom sat back on top of one of the machines and picked his book back up, took a swig of beer, and she loaded the two machines which were now hers.
* * *
She sat on her counter, her portable CD player spinning as she read a magazine left there by someone who evidently had no use for it. Occasionally, she looked up to watch Tom, who was intense behind his book. The book, which was one of many things about Tom that drove Laura crazy with curiosity, was entitled, ‘Three Male Erogenous Zones’, and subtitled, ‘How to give your partner multiple orgasms’.
Was Tom gay? He certainly didn’t sound that way, at least, as if he was in the least bit effeminate in any way. Although, she was almost convinced that he might indeed be homosexual even without the book to make her wonder about it. She was so scantily dressed, that under any other circumstances she would have found something - even a coat, which would look ridiculous in this heat and humidity which was amplified by Tom’s first load in the dryer - to put on to cover herself with rather than feel uncomfortable and vulnerable.
Not only didn’t she feel that way - uncomfortable and vulnerable - but Tom had hardly even looked at her after relinquishing the two machines. In fact, the only time that she caught him looking at her was when she started loading the second machine, but he quickly turned away as if distracted by the noise, so she thought nothing of it. Her shorts were in fact so short that the bottoms of the cheeks of her magnificent ass hung outside of the bottoms of the white trim, and even when she turned around and tried to catch him looking, he seemed uninterested. After twenty minutes or so, it became a game to her, and when he wouldn’t play her game, she began to become more and more curious. She finally got up off of her counter, popped the CD out of her player, and as Tom looked up at the noise, she told him that she would be back. He promised to, “hold down the fort”.
Whatever that meant.
* * *
Laura returned a couple of minutes later, with a fresh CD and a large plastic bucket, which was filled with ice. She walked up to Tom’s counter as Tom smiled pleasantly and cordially at her, and she picked up Tom’s remaining beers and buried them into the ice inside of the bucket.
“Oh, hey! Thanks! That was very kind of you!” he gushed, smiling.
“No, thank you for giving up your machines,” responded Laura, almost bashfully, not looking Tom in the eye but instead unloading her first wash and putting it in the dryer.
“Well, thank you very much,” Tom said while finally putting the book down. He readjusted his position on his counter.
Laura tried to be casual about her next question.
“Interesting book?” she asked, still not making eye contact while continuing to load more clothes into the washing machine.
“Oh, this?” he asked, and again grabbed the book, keeping his place with his thumb while holding it up for her examination.
Laura looked up and at the book cover that Tom was holding for her to see. She had memorized it already, but played along as if she was seeing it for the first time. Laura slowly read the title, as if it were the first time that she had read it.
“It’s quite fascinating, actually. A few things that I had suspected, but never actually explored before,” Tom explained, very matter-of-factly.
“Are you going to recommend it to your girlfriend?” Laura said, obviously prying.
Tom laughed. Openly, it was the first time that he had laughed in front of Laura, it was if he had lost all composure. His long hair bounced as he straightened up to engage her in the conversation, he sat in a sort of lotus position on the counter now and put the book back down.
“No girlfriend, I’m afraid,” said Tom, grinning as he lowered his head, his hair falling down with gravity’s irresistible charm. Laura turned to face him in the seconds of silence that followed.
“Ah, then your boyfriend?” teased Laura.
“Something like that,” answered Tom, obviously uncomfortable with where the conversation had gone.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I… um… I didn’t mean to pry,” Laura interjected, sensing that Tom had nervously withdrawn.
Tom slowly lifted his head, his expression serene and thoughtful as his eyes focused on some point not in the room, but in his own mind and memories, as if to wish to go back to some other point in time and space to use as a starting point. He then looked at her - or rather, almost through her - and smiled somewhat forcefully, as in resignation.
“I love women very much,” he said.
“I find them completely attractive and sexy and…” he then gestured with his hand toward Laura, as she was an example.
For the first time, Laura felt threatened, sexually, or at least that perhaps Tom was the one now prying. Tom looked at her body, and she now withdrew completely, quite embarrassed and uncomfortable, her hands drawn up to her shoulders and her legs slightly crossed. Tom instantly saw this, and changed expression.
“No! No, don’t worry, I’m… Um… I don’t mean… Aw, shit, see what I mean?” Tom stammered.
He hung his head again, shaking it slowly and bringing his hands up to cover his face, half-laughing or perhaps half crying, Laura couldn’t tell. Then, with his right hand, he moved his long hair back out of his face and drew a deep breath. He looked at her again, in the eyes.
“I’m not gay, but I do have a male lover. There, I’ve said it! I’ve known him for a few years, his name is Tony. We were just good friends, until the last relationship I was in. He was just there, and…” Tom’s voice trailed off into nothing.
Tom looked up at the ceiling, or perhaps at nothing. He sighed. Laura, now quite lost in the thought of this weird, sexy, and seemingly sensitive boy who she had somehow managed to humiliate through simply being curious, could think of nothing to say. She dropped her arms, uncrossed her legs, and watched him intently, thinking of something - anything - to say to make him understand that whatever was torturing him would be okay. Laura didn’t understand it completely, and her mind was being selfish at the moment and she was imagining a boy named Tony unbuttoning Tom’s jeans and taking out Tom’s massive cock, massaging it with knowing hands, getting Tom hard and then bending down and taking Tom in his mouth. It sent a shiver throughout her body and it turned her on, and she felt guilty about it because Tom was staring at a point in space trying to reconcile whatever history had brought him to this point.
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Laura jumped off of her counter and walked over to Tom, put her hands on his knees, feeling the still wet jeans on her fingers.
“Tom, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so nosey. Please forgive me.”
Tom looked down into her eyes, and they stared into oblivion for a moment. Laura was sincere, even though when she looked at his lips she couldn’t help but wonder if he had ever sucked Tony’s cock - whoever Tony was. Tom’s eyes were soft and deep, and he was shaking slightly. He smiled. He raised his right hand and gently caressed the side of Laura’s face, softly moving his thumb against her cheek. Laura’s right hand, fingers spread, sensed a slight movement, a tightening of its environment, and it was - she only imagined, she wouldn’t dare look - Tom’s cock, reacting to the intimate moment between them. After a few more seconds, Laura was getting too turned on to remain in that spot, and withdrew, a smile on her face.
She was trembling, and didn’t want Tom to know.
“I’m going to go get something to drink,” she said. “You need anything?”
“No thanks,” Tom said, “I think I’m okay, thanks to you.”
Laura looked back as she left, and noticed that Tom was hard inside of those still wet jeans of his, and it turned her on so much that she kept her back to him, even though it was awkward to do so. She knew that she was wet with desire, and she suspected that Tom would notice it if she turned around, and she didn’t know whether or not that she wanted Tom to know that or not. At least, not yet.
* * *
When Laura came back, there was another man there, leaning against Tom much in the same way that she had done while apologizing to him for prying. He was a full six inches taller than Tom, and less muscular, and with a much prettier face. He was very well dressed; black shoes - she guessed Italian made - dress slacks, a button-down shirt and a thin tie. His hair was short and thin and perfect. When they noticed Laura, they turned to greet her.
“Ah, Laura, this is Tony. Tony, Laura,” Tom announced.
Tony turned, taking one hand away from Tom’s thigh, and looked Laura up and down with a smugness that would have made Laura nervous, except that Laura was already nervous even before Tony had somehow unexpectedly arrived. Laura was nervous and extremely turned on.
Tony extended his slender hand.
“Charmed,” he said, in a most effeminate voice.
Laura shyly extended her hand, which Tony quickly whipped up and gently kissed the back of. It made Laura shiver.
“Oh my,” Tony chirped sarcastically, “but she is a cute petfish, isn’t she?”
“Tony, stop it!” laughed Tom.
Laura, not sure what a petfish was, looked at Tom with a raised eyebrow.
“Um, forgive my friend Tony. He’s a bit jealous of girls,” Tom said.
“Oh, pu-lease! We have so much in common. How could I ever be jealous!?” teased Tony.
Laura relaxed. Tom, so masculine, yet sensitive and Tony, so flamboyant and dramatic. She learned that a petfish was a term that gay men used for women who hung out with them. It wasn’t meant to be derogatory, but explicative and fun. Maybe a way of acceptance, maybe a form of bringing her into their circle of sexual preference, maybe a way to bring everybody down into one common denominator. She drank the only two wine coolers in her ice-box, while Tom finished his beers and Tony drank a diet soda that he brought with him.
They did laundry.
Tom and Tony were rarely not touching each other, and at many moments in the next hour and a half, Tony was blatantly feeling up Tom in his jeans; all of this, while chatting and laughing, as if it were so natural. Laura, for most of that time, was in a constant state of arousal, watching Tom’s huge cock through his jeans react to Tony’s hands, knowing that at some point that evening, they would be having sex.
The last of the content in the coolers; the beer, and even the diet soda was gone. Clothes were done and dry.
“Laura,” Tony said, “you should come up to Tom’s place and help him fold his clothes.”
And then, before Laura could possibly answer that question, Tony teased, “Oh, never mind, he has MEEEE!”
Tom laughed, and so did Laura, but Tom finally said, “Seriously, Laura, I’d love for you to come up and share a bottle of wine I’ve been saving back.”
Laura, shy and already a bit buzzed, said, “Now Tom, I know that you two wish to be alone. Really, I should just iron my blouses and go to bed.”
It was Tony who finally said, “No, Laura, I insist. Tom really likes you and so do I and we shall be forever insulted if you don’t at least come up and try just one glass of wine with us. Pu-leeease?!”
And with that, Tony mockingly got down on one knee and pleaded with Laura to come upstairs, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Dramatic son-of-a-bitch, she thought. She finally relented, but it really didn’t take that much coaxing.
* * *
Inside of Tom’s sparsely furnished apartment, the music was turned on to a mellow hush and they were sharing some good Zinfandel, and Laura was loose. So was Tom. And Tony, who didn’t need any loosening at all had already lost his tie and his expensive satin shirt unbuttoned to his navel. Tom, still in the same jeans, was on the sofa with Tony’s head on his shoulders and Laura in a chair facing them. Tony suddenly stood up.
“Tom, your jeans are still wet, let’s get you out of them.”
Tom didn’t argue, and even though part of Laura wanted to get up and go, the other part stayed for the moment. She was more than curious, and beyond turned on at the thought of watching two men that wanted each other. Tony started to unbutton Tom’s denim, and then abruptly turned to Laura and grinned.
“Well, petfish, are you going to help or what? Good GAWD, give a girl a glass of wine, and they’re totally useless!” Tony teased.
Laura, after a second of indecision, got up and went over to Tom’s feet. Tony, who had already unbuttoned Tom’s jeans, was tugging them down off of Tom’s hips, and Laura pulled from the ankles. Laura watched as Tom’s cock, half hard and yet bigger than any she had ever seen close up, sprung from his fly as her and Tony pulled Tom’s jeans completely off. Tony kissed Tom’s cock, which jumped slightly at the invitation, and then Tony stood and began undressing as Laura watched, her hands on Tom’s right thigh. Tom was getting harder by the second, and Laura was caught between watching Tom’s enormous cock become completely erect and Tony undressing himself.
Tom watched mostly Tony, but looked at Laura every now and then, as if to seek approval.
Finally, the two men were naked and Tony lowered his head and took Tom’s cock into his mouth, slowly and deliberately inch by inch until it was obvious that Tony had the head of Tom’s cock in the back of his throat. Then out again, slowly, revealing the now throbbing object of Tony’s desire. Once Tom’s cock was completely out of Tony’s mouth, Tony grabbed it and gently stroked it.
“Petfish, you might as well get naked, you already soaked your little shorts,” Tony said sarcastically.
Laura looked down that instant, and saw that her wet pussy had revealed exactly how much that she was turned on. She stood, dropped her shorts and took off her top, at which point she heard Tom moan. He had watched her. His hard cock, in Tony’s expert grip, was huge. She shivered again, and got down on her knees just as Tony once again took Tom’s massive cock into his mouth. She knelt down and started kissing Tom’s thigh while her hand had found Tom’s balls, already tight with anticipation and desire. She looked over at Tony’s crotch to see his cock, smaller that Tom’s, was fully erect, and moved her head over to tease the head of his cock. Tony moaned, and she took his erection as deeply into her mouth as she could until she almost gagged. Tony moved his hips back to accommodate her. She went down even more, and this time she relaxed her throat and drove her lips down to the base of his shaft.
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Tony shuddered.
Tom’s hand grabbed Laura’s left leg to gently persuade her to hoist herself over him, and she did that with ease, and Tom began licking her thigh, and then her pussy. His tongue, darting across her clit, and then her asshole, and then her clit again, brought her close to climax three times while she had Tony’s cock in her mouth, but Laura was determined to watch Tony make Tom come before she did. Her eyes seldom strayed from Tony’s mouth and Tom’s cock, even in the moments that she had to fight having an orgasm. She finally stopped sucking Tony and concentrated on that. She started helping Tony with Tom’s cock. Laura and Tony, simultaneously and alternately were sucking Tom’s huge erect cock, feeling it throb in their mouths, wanting so bad to make Tom come.
Not more than two minutes later, Tom started to buck. Tom was going to come, and it was going to be huge. At that moment when it was obvious that an enormous amount of orgasmic juice was going to be pumped out of Tom, and both Laura and Tony knew it because Tom’s balls were so detracted they were not even visible anymore, Tony took over. Laura watched the base of Tom’s huge cock convulse, knowing that Tony was drinking down an enormous amount of cum, and she was rubbing her cunt against Tom’s thigh without even realizing it.
Briefly, they stopped.
“Hey, petfish, wanna help me out?” Tony asked, producing a long red rubber dildo from a handbag that Laura hadn’t before noticed.
Laura, at first, had no idea what Tony was up to. Then, Tony licked the tip of it, rolled over and inserted it into his own asshole. He then took her hand and placed it on the dildo, and Tom, who was watching up to this point, went down on Tony’s erect cock. The dildo vibrated slightly, and Tony’s hand guided Laura’s hand and the dildo deeper into him, and then angled it to a point where Tony was obviously and sweetly into a place where his cock, smaller than Tom’s but totally erect, was quivering with the ultimate erotic experience for himself. Tom, who had appeared spent, was getting hard again, and Laura wanted to come so bad she was humping air.
Tom lowered Laura’s hips near his cock and put it inside of her, while he continued to suck Tony, who was close to coming. Laura could barely move the dildo now, as Tony had it right where he wanted it, and she and Tom, who had sucked Tony so well that he was coming now, made Laura have one orgasm and then another, and she was working on a third when Tony came all over himself. Tom was also about to come and had dropped Tony’s hard throbbing cock out of his mouth so they could watch it spurt all over Tony. Laura could feel that her and Tom were going to come at the same time, and she shrieked, feeling his throbbing cock shooting the same thing that they had both just watch Tony shoot.
They collapsed in a heap of flesh. Laughing. And smiling.
Laura brought all of them a cup of tea, since Tom didn’t have any coffee in his apartment. They were all still deliciously naked, and deliriously happy, and quite thirsty.
“Hey, petfish, you’re pretty awesome!” Tony exclaimed, with a bit less sarcasm that before.
“Thanks, you aren’t so bad yourself,” she sighed, sipping her tea.
“Are you into other girls?” Tom asked.
“Um, maybe, I’ve never tried it,” she answered.
“Why?”
“Oh, nothing. There’s this girl you might want to meet,” Tony replied for Tom.
“Oh? What’s her name?” asked Laura, politely.
“Amanda,” they both replied at about the same time.
* * *
Lucy was a good companion, even if her friendship was somewhat of a forced issue with Laura. After an hour of shopping, which had brought disappointing results for Laura and limited success for Lucy, they sat in a small and pleasant coffee shop and shared some mediocre tasting cheesecake and some iced tea. The early afternoon light came willingly through the large windows of the restaurant to highlight the plainness of the fixtures and fittings, which could have been the same fixtures and fittings from any other coffee shop. Laura and Lucy could have been any other plainly attractive women in any other coffee shop, except that this particular coffee shop housed this particular pair of plainly attractive women who were talking about what it was like to have sex with two men at the same time.
Lucy had not, but Laura had, and Lucy was trying to pry out details from the experience that Laura recently had with her neighbor Tom and his boyfriend Tony. Laura had only seen Tom one time in the six weeks since their encounter with Tony, and that was only for a few minutes as they passed each other at the apartment complex, Laura entering and Tom leaving. Tom had to catch a flight to New York, his job demanding sporadic travel, which at times could keep him out of town for weeks on end. Tom was shy during their chance meeting at the base of the stairway, and Laura was gushing and thought herself afterward to have been too flirtatious. She had refused Amanda’s new phone number from either of them that night after their threesome was finished, immediately deciding that any threesome that she would ever try again would have to be with two men. Laura wasn’t so much upset with Amanda any more for sleeping with her now ex-boyfriend, as she was focused on the possibility of someday repeating what Tom, Tony and herself had just shared.
“Oh God, I can’t imagine watching one man suck another man!” Lucy squealed, much too loudly for Laura’s comfort in a public place.
“Oh! And did he swallow?” she loudly giggled, prying further.
* * *
Laura was embarrassed that she had even told Lucy anything about it in the first place. Lucy had absolutely no control over herself sometimes, except that on the occasions where they went out together to a night club or a show, and there were men involved, and then Lucy would show poise and manners and flirt gracefully, and she could take any man home that she wanted to. Lucy did sleep with a lot of men, too, while Laura was much more picky and rarely would even consider it, and hadn’t at all since with Tom and Tony. The strain on Laura and Lucy’s friendship then was threefold: Lucy was loud and a bit overly gregarious as opposed to Laura’s reserve and desire for intimacy.
Laura felt awkward in social situations, and Lucy was at her best in such an environment. Where sexual encounters were involved, Lucy became calculating and shallowly stalked her prey like a determined crack whore in need of a fix, where Laura wouldn’t allow herself to be proactive in such situations. Laura would rather protract any possible sexual encounter - and often stopped them short and preferred to masturbate when she was alone and could maneuver the course of her arousal to suit her own particular tastes and achieve and orgasm exactly when she wanted to. Only very occasionally, and only at times that she was simply too turned on to stop herself, would Laura ever let herself completely go in a sexual encounter.
In fact, Laura could still count the number of men that she had slept with on one hand, if she decided to count Tom and Tony as one man. She did this, because she decided that any encounter with Tom by himself would have been completely different. In the last six weeks she had masturbated so frequently about Tom and Tony that she questioned whether or not that encounter had left her obsessed with having two men at the same time. Remembering Tom in his wet jeans becoming erect as he sat on the washing machine never failed to make her wet, in the moments when she was alone and it was convenient to think about it. Remembering her hand on Tom’s thighs and her thumb feeling that tightness begin when his huge cock started to get hard in his pants, and then turning back to see his enormous erection outlined in the denim made her feel her own wetness dribble down to her thigh sometimes. And she couldn’t help herself, once she felt the tingling of her aroused state, to move her hand down to her pussy and find her swelling clit ever so slightly with her index finger.
But every time this happened she couldn’t help but to then remember when Tony was suddenly there in the dim light and his flamboyance in such contrast to Tom’s shyness and Tom’s huge throbbing cock in both her and Tony’s mouth, sometimes at the same time. Their lips and mouth bringing Tom’s body to the point of tightness, together, and then cupping Tom’s balls and watching the base of his cock spasm and imagining the amount of juice that Tony drank it. And Tom’s mouth and lips and tongue bringing her to climax and then climax again and even one more time. And this is what she thought of now whenever she masturbated.
Her friendship with Lucy was at least a good way not to think about that all of the time, but occasionally she couldn’t help herself, and now she silently regretted letting it slip out. Lucy meant well, but had no self control in such situations. Laura wanted to like Lucy more, but her tolerance level in such situations, especially in public, was the main thing keeping her from embracing their friendship with any more enthusiasm than she had already tried to apply to it.
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Lucy was insatiable in her pleading requests for information.
“Lucy, this is not the time or the place. Cool it, okay?” Laura replied in a hushed tone.
“Ha! Yeah, whatever,” Lucy laughed, not lowering her tone in the least.
“Geez, hun, relax!”
“Ok, ok. Look, I told you, I’m not very good with details. Some other time I’ll tell you more if I think of some, but let’s just go. I’ll even pay the tab,” Laura acquiesced.
Laura picked up the check and Lucy followed with her shopping bag. Laura and Lucy were the same height, but that is where the physical similarities ended. Lucy had naturally red hair that she kept at shoulder length with weekly visits to the salon. Her face was thin and at times even gaunt when accentuated with dark blush which she often wore just below the cheekbones. She was pretty in a completely different way than Laura, and sometimes wore a small ring in a piercing next to the brow of her right eye, and one in her right nostril opening on her nose. Her eyebrows, perfectly shaped and precisely balanced were in contrast to her eyelashes which were laden with heavily applied mascara and her dark lavender lipstick and black highlight around the outside of her thin lips. She often dressed outrageously, and when herself and the more conservative Laura were side by side, it made Laura sometimes liken them physically as a pair, to the personalities of Tom and Tony.
“Hey,” Lucy said on the way out to her car, “Why don’t you leave your car here and come over? We’ll rent a movie or something!”
“I can’t,” Laura said in earnest. “I have to be at home in a half hour to make a phone call. It’s a work thing.”
Laura immediately felt bad. Lucy meant well, and they got along much better in private, and Laura shook her head in disgust of her own lack of compassion with her friend.
“Lucy, why don’t you come over to my place? We can watch movies there. Spend the night if you want to,” Laura said, suddenly pleased with herself.
“Okay!” Lucy enthusiastically said. “What time?”
“Um. Six? I don’t know, what time is good for you?”
“Six-ish is good. Definitely before seven,” Lucy replied with little thought.
“Okay, see you then.”
Both headed off in different directions.
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Laura made it home with fifteen minutes to spare, made her phone call, and then changed into some comfortable shorts and a favorite tube top. The radio was playing some good old-fashioned angry music, rock, and she poured herself a glass of wine and collapsed onto the couch. She hadn’t even thought about what her and Lucy were going to do about dinner, perhaps pizza or Chinese, and that was what she was thinking about when there was a knock at the door.
Through the peephole, she saw Tom.
“Tom,” She smiled, “Hi. Back from New York, eh?”
“Yesterday morning,” he said, grinning shyly.
“Come in!” She offered, opening the door wider, and he slowly and consciously entered, looking around the room sheepishly.
“I’m glad to see you, I was worried if you were ever going to come back,” Laura laughed, a little nervous at her own forwardness.
“Yeah, me too,” Tom said, putting his hands behind his back.
He was dressed casually and not very neatly, his long hair again in a state of partially controlled messiness, and it was a sexy look that he obviously had no clue that he possessed. He wore a tight polo style shirt and tan casual slacks, which were loose enough to partially hide the largest cock that Laura had ever seen, and she caught herself thinking about it at that moment. Laura felt her nipples poking through the thick fabric of the tube top.
“Tom,” Laura started, “I’ve been…”
“Laura,” Tom interrupted, “I only have a minute, I was wondering if you were busy tonight.”
Laura’s mind was racing too quickly to immediately answer that question.
Tom continued, “I’m having a very small get-together tonight, and I was wondering if you can come. A few friends, and some steaks, and then some wine and whatever.”
“Oh,” Laura said, and thought immediately about Lucy. “Um, I kind of have someone coming over tonight.”
Her voice was almost pleading, as if she regretted saying it.
“Oh,” Tom said, thinking. “Well, bring him along!”
“Um, it’s actually just a friend of mine. I mean, a girlfriend. Um, no I mean…”
Tom laughed and said, “Hey, bring her along, even better. It’s just casual. I finally got my barbecue put together and I figure it would be a great time to break it in.”
He smiled. He was irresistible to her when he smiled. Lucy, wasn’t even part of the equation in Laura’s mind when she accepted. Tom turned to leave, and then turned around again, and then she noticed that she hadn’t been paying attention to his pants for the past minute or two, because he was obviously slightly aroused. This sent a slight chill up her spine.
“Oh, and what you are wearing is more than perfect,” he said and grinned as if slightly embarrassed.
He walked out to the parking lot, got into his car, and left.
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Laura immediately called Lucy and informed her of the offer, who squealed as only Lucy can, teased Laura about it and of course said that she would come very casually and did not do so. She wore all of her piercings, excessive makeup, and an ensemble which included fish-net stockings, a short skirt, a top which opened to below the bust line, and an assortment of accessories that would have made a whore blush.
Laura expected it. Determined to dress for Tom, Laura had showered and then kept on precisely what she was wearing when Tom had invited her, adding only modest ear rings and the smallest amount of makeup. At eight o’clock, the time when Tom wanted the party to start, Laura could hear, even through Lucy’s loud voice, that Tom was preparing the grill above them. Lucy had decided that they should be a half-hour late, just because, and so they finally walked upstairs to find the door open.
Tom greeted them first, and after an introduction to Lucy, who was quite well behaved by then, and Tom led them both in.
“Amanda?” Tom called into the kitchen.
Laura wasn’t expecting this, and had hoped that she had somehow heard Tom wrong, when Amanda, did in fact appear from the kitchen somewhat demurely and cautiously from the kitchen area. Laura pouted ever so slightly. Tom had set her up for some reason, and she was instantly guarded and momentarily thought about leaving.
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