Loading...My boyfriend Tom got up and left. I was still panting when he quietly slipped out of my dorm room. Sweat lined my face, clung to my breasts. The moisture felt cool on my legs. Moisture between my legs felt cold on the edges and hot in the core. I glanced at the clock, hoping it wasn’t really as late as it seemed.
At four A.M. though, it’s all too early for a nine o-clock class. Sociology. I hated that class. I hated more that by remembering it, I was forgetting the sweet fulfillment of Tom’s manhood distending my sex with the force of a gentle hurricane.
Mmmmm. Men can be good for some things. A couple. Tom’s cream filled me like a leaky pastry, so I smiled, stretched, and pushed Sociology completely out of my thoughts. That was when Sara came in our room.
She stood over me for the longest time, peering down at my nakedness in the pale wash of the street-lights shining through the window. It was nearly a perfect reversal of our situations when I’d walked in on her and her boyfriend had when they had gone to sleep after sex. Since I’d had sex with Sara on the roof that very day, and again that night and most of the next day, I’d gotten more and more daring, and now sex didn’t seem quite the same unless there was at least an open window nearby. Silly, but my exhibitionist streak was growing.
Case in point, I couldn’t help but spread my legs beneath her steady gaze. Tom’s semen ran out of me in a gush, drawing a soft, sweet gasp from Sara. She stared but for a moment, then sat beside me on the bed. This was a first, for us. She’d watched me fuck Tom once before, and I’d seen her with her boyfriend more than once, though he still did not know about Sara and me. We’d never been so close after one of us had had sex with a man, though, and I suddenly found the prospect thrilling. Could I let her be with Tom and me? It sounded kinky, but I suffered a double thrust of jealousy. I wanted Tom to myself, and I wanted Sara to myself. No, it wasn’t really fair, but there it is.
Her fingers went straight to my gaping hole. She didn’t tease, or work her way up to an entrance. She pushed her index and middle finger into my gooey mess, then stroked her thumb across my clit. I writhed beneath her, and a moment later, she was sucking my left nipple, twirling her tongue around it, teasing it with her teeth. I sighed, then pulled her down on top of me, clothes and all.
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Somehow, I made it through Sociology the next morning. It was growing overcast outside as I walked back to my dorm, which brought a smile to my face. I thought back to photographing Sara on the roof. The rain fell down on my naked body as she licked me to one of the most delicious orgasms I’ve ever experienced. Even now, the memory sent a tingle up my abdomen and across my chest. I was exhausted from sex with Tom and making love to Sara, but I didn’t care. Thinking of the rain made me want her again.
Sara was gone when I entered our room. I sat down on my bed to wait for her. I was tingling in my pussy, eager for her lips, her touch, but when I laid back to ease off my shorts, I suppose my exhaustion got the better of me. The next thing I was aware of was a finger tracing over my clit.
“Oh, Lovergirl,” Sara whispered in my ear.
I pulled her face to mine as she straddled my hips, and she let me kiss her soft, velvety lips until she was as hot and sexually stirred as I was. I had come to recognize a twitch of her hips and the gentle panting in my ear. I started up to strip her, but when we were standing, she handed my jeans back to me.
“Sorry,” she laughed, but not cruelly. “I have to get to the Post Office today.”
“I’ll come with you,” I said, taking my pants. I knew it was what she wanted. She liked to go on ‘dates’, like we were boyfriend and girlfriend. I didn’t know any lesbians who dated, and neither did she, I suppose, but she would talk about being my boy for a while, or me being hers. I didn’t want to be her boy, though. I wanted to be her girl. The result was a sort of lust and tense hesitation where, on our date, we were not nearly so intimate and close as we were in our room. And I’m not talking about the sex part. If we were walking through the mall, she’d hold my hand, but then walk apart, as if ashamed to be too close. I wanted her close, but I didn’t know how to put my arms around her in front of other people. It was very frustrating.
That was how we went to the Post Office. She held my hand, but walked a good step away from me, almost stretching my arm uncomfortably. I didn’t complain. It was good to have her fingers entwined with mine, and to watch her hair dance around her neck in the gentle breeze. The clouds had darkened overhead, and the soft light gave her an altogether different glow than did the sunlight, or the light of our room lamp.
Half way to the Post Office, the rain started again. The first drops sprinkled around us, then turned to a steady downpour. The few people on the street ducked into doorways or climbed into a car. Suddenly, Sara had her arm around me. Her fingers settled on my opposite hip, then slipped beneath the waistband of my jeans. I blinked as I realized her hand was actually under my panties.
“I was waiting for this,” she laughed in my ear. “You owe me.”
Owe? I glanced at her. “Did you say I own you?”
Sara giggled. “Well, more of a half-and-half with Jeff, but yeah. No, silly, I said owe. Last time, I ate you in the rain. Now it’s my turn.”
Laughing, I reached around her and cupped one of her ass cheeks with my hand. “Your turn to eat in the rain?”
The deluge drenched our clothes. Water streamed down my neck, down between my breasts. My shirt and jeans clung to me, now heavy and draining. Sara was wearing a tank-top and a skirt. She had said she had hoped for the rain. I was thinking she was more prepared than I had thought.
Suddenly, Sara pulled me away from the sidewalk and into a small park. She led me down the path until she found a stand of shrubs. She led me into the mud, over the wet grass, into the stand of shrubs. I trusted her, I let her turn to face me, pulling me into her. I kissed her, then reached between her thighs. As I expected, she was naked under that skirt. Such a kinky girl. I loved her for it.
Sara laid back in the wet earth, spreading her thighs. I watched the rain wash the mud from her knees down her slick, smooth skin. Her sex, likely already as wet as mine, opened like a gushing flower to the heavens. I wanted her taste, wanted to part her with my tongue, but she pulled me down on top of her.
“You’ve got too many clothes on, lover,” she whispered in my ear. The rain nearly drowned her out, but I caught enough and slipped my little shirt off. Bare-breasted, I stood and dropped my pants. How hungry I had come that I would strip wherever she wanted. Anyone walking through the right part of the park would see us, not that anyone would be looking around, or walking around in the muddy grass. Like with the rooftops, the position and the weather made us private, made us daring.
Naked. I was delightfully naked. Rain dashed down my face, ran my hair straight on my neck, down my cheeks. I keep it too short for anything else. But where my hair did not go, the cool water dared. It streamed down my skin, caressed me like Sara might. It touched places Sara would not go, easily, bravely creeping into the crack of my ass and down across my feet. Sara takes extra care to avoid those areas. Usually, she wants us to wear socks, and she won’t finger my ass unless we’ve just come back from the showers. It never bothered me, since I didn’t particularly want attention back there. The earth, slick, wet, and gooey, massaged my feet gently. While I leaned my head back and accepted the kiss of the rain, Mother Nature made love to my body. I think, given time, I might have cum just from standing in the rain.
But Sara would not be denied. She sat up, pulled off her tank and slipped a hand up through the water rushing down the inside of my thigh. When her fingers touched the fold where my thigh met my groin, my knees buckled. I lowered to a crouch over her, keeping my sex along her fingers, and by the time I settled, she had parted me, eased a finger into my opening, and nudged my clitoris with her thumb. I tensed, quivered, and groaned as a flash of fiery light bloomed in my womb, exploded out of my vagina, and raced against the rain on the curve up my buttocks, along my spine, to the base of my neck.
“It’s your turn to eat me,” Sara said, her cheek against mine, her breath hot in my ear in spite of the cool rain.
I pushed her back onto the ground. Flecks of grass and mud coated her ass, the bottoms of her thighs, but as I knelt between her knees, the rain washed the traces of mud away from her genitals, so I leaned down and kissed her there. Her flesh burned beneath the cool penumbra of rain washing over her skin. Her clit jutted, hard and engorged, swollen with her desire. I lapped at her, which made her squirm, even as Mother Nature sent her luscious rain down over my back, into the furrow of my ass where Sara would not go. Cool rain teased across me, then warmer by the time it reached my pussy. It was a lesbian three-way – us and nature.
Maybe it was the rain, or maybe it was the large bottle of soda I drank in Sociology, but as I knelt there, crouched over, driving Sara towards a long, slow, hard orgasm, I started to feel a pressure in my bladder. I ignored it at first, and Sara’s writhing and calling my name distracted me. I could taste her desire changing, going from bittersweet to sugary. Cool rain dashed around her flavor, hot and cold in the same taste.
Sara came silently, shaking like an addict, clenched as tight as any drum worth the name. Her thighs flexed beside my cheeks, but she did not squeeze my head. Her pelvis thrust upwards again and again, rubbing her clit against my face as urgently and intensely as she could. I kept my tongue hard and fast and drove her panting and softly squealing over the edge. She deflated all at once, sagging back into the muddy grass with a long, slow sigh. I sat up and grinned at her, fighting off the urge to urinate. I didn’t want to interrupt our private-public sex.
With a surprising bounce, Sara rolled up again and pushed me back onto my butt. The rainy earth was colder than the downpour, or perhaps merely more constant. I shook water and my hair out of my eyes, then let Sara part my legs. She kissed her way along my wet thighs until she reached my middle. I again fought off the urge to pee. For a second, I thought I was going to spray her face, so I sat up.
“Sara, dear,” I called over the rain. “I’ve got to pee so bad.”
My roommate jerked back with wild eyes, and I gasped. The look on her face was as close to terror as anything I’d ever seen, so I sat up. She seemed to come to some conclusion, her eyes brightening momentarily, and then she lowered her head. In a second, she crawled up to me and wrapped me in her arms.
“I’m sorry,” she said, and after a second, I realized she was sobbing. I stared off into the rain, mystified, and hugged her close. I didn’t let her cry against my shoulder, though. I kissed her temple, then helped her get dressed before pulling my own soaked clothes back on. Neither one of us had clothes that really remained decent after all the water, and I knew we’d be drawing stares on the way back to our room. The only solid garment between us was the jeans I had been wearing. I offered them to her as we dressed, but she refused.
Half an hour later, we were in our rooms, drying off. We dressed in sweats. The rain had been lovely, but after, everything felt cold. I went to the bathroom to relieve myself. When I finished, Sara was sitting on my bed, her head in her hands. I sat beside her and put my arm around her shoulders. I was about to speak when my cell rang.
“Hi, Tom,” said in low tones.
“Hey, girl. How are you today?”
Tom’s got a slow, drawling voice, like a southern sheriff from the movies or something. Sometimes I liked it. Now wasn’t one of those times. Besides, I was all in lesbian turmoil with Sara.
“Hey, I’m good, but can I call you back? Tonight, maybe tomorrow?”
“Sure, babe. Anything I can help with?”
I smirked, but kept my voice neutral. “Nah. It’s cool. I’ll call you later, big boy.”
I could hear the grin in his voice as he said “bye,” and hung up.
“You should have talked to him,” Sara said. “Better than talking to me.”
I blinked.
“Now why would you go and say a thing like that?” I still had an arm around her, so I slid my hand up under her hair and massaged her neck.
“I’m sorry, Amber, I didn’t mean to react that way. I know I ruined the day…”
I stopped her with a finger to her lips and kissed her cheek. “First, I said, I don’t know what happened, but it had something to do with me and peeing. Fine. I scared you. No problem. It’s over. Second, if I know that lovely thing between your legs, It’ll rebound in a heartbeat. All I got to do is…” And I started reaching up her thigh.
She caught my hand, kissed my fingers. “Listen. I know you don’t understand, and I have to get this out. Or…as much as I can. Okay?”
With the arm around her shoulders, I squeezed her. “Okay. Take your time.”
She wrung her fingers together. “I’ve got this hang-up about bathroom stuff. When you said what you said, I thought you wanted to pee on me. Some people like that sort of thing. I don’t. I hate it. I’m sure you’ve noticed that sometimes I can’t eat you, and that day last week, I wouldn’t let you eat me. Remember? Well, it’s because of the smell, the flavor. I can’t deal with it when it’s strong. I know it’s normal. I tell myself it’s natural. We pee down there, so we have to get some of it on ourselves. I know it. It makes sense. But when it comes time to put my face in it, I just can’t. I know I’m sounding like an asshole, a whiny bitch, but I just can’t deal with that.”
She finally met my eyes, looking as if she expected me to slap her or hate her or something. I smiled. “It’s okay,” I told her. “It’s all okay. I understand. I don’t like that taste so much either, and yes, sometimes it’s not so pleasant to deal with. It’s okay. All right?”
Sara shrugged. “Yeah. Thank you.”
I shook my head. “Hell, I’m sure there’re things that would freak me out that might not bother you.”
She brightened, and I knew I had found a good path back to what we had back at the park. “Like what?”
“I don’t know. I’d be willing to try quite a lot. Once, at least?”
She smirked. “I’ll bet you freak over anal.”
I laughed and frowned at the same time. “Never done that. I’m not sure I’m interested, but I’d be okay with trying it, sometime.”
“Two boys,” she said urgently.
“Sorry?”
“Would two boys freak you out?”
“I don’t know, Sara. I’m sure there’s something, but I don’t know what it is.”
She sagged. “See, I’m a freak.”
“So,” I said pointedly, a little annoyed with the way she was trying to torture herself. “I don’t care. Maybe that’s what makes you such a good lover.”
She blinked. “You really think I’m a good lover?”
“Of course.”
“I had no idea.”
It was time for another laugh/frown. “Sara, how can you not know. I mean, I get off good. Often. And sometimes violently.”
It was a little weird to talk like that, I suppose, and definitely would have been weird to talk like that with Tom, but after having sex in the rain twice, now, I supposed I might as well shed any fears of indecency or the like. We were lovers, after all.
“I guess…” She broke of for a long pause. “I guess I just thought, you know, you stayed with me because we’re roommates, and because I was your only girlfriend.”
“You are my only girlfriend. You’re the only one I’ve ever done this with, but it feel so natural, so right. I don’t care that you’ve got Jeff. I’m not even sure that I care if you’ve got other girls, as long as when you’re with me, you’re with me. I’ve got Tom, and I’ll probably have other boyfriends, as time goes on. Who knows, I might even get married one day.”
Sara nodded. “Thank you for telling me.”
I kissed her. Her cheek was warming, but the ringlets of damp hair were cold against my face. “Now that I know you need it, I’ll tell you more often.” I squeezed her again, moved my kisses around to her mouth. Her lips burned, hot to the cool of her cheek and hair. I pushed her back onto my bed and straddled her. Her hands came to my butt, hesitant but there.
“Is there anything else I should know about?” I asked her softly. Her breasts were between my thighs, so I squeezed her a little, pushed them up at me. I put one hand in the center of her chest. The other, I moved behind me, reaching back to her groin, where I cupped her pubis in my hand. “Can I touch you here?”
She nodded. “Touch me anywhere. I just gotta be clean.”
“Are you clean?”
Another nod.
“Anything else?”
“You know I’m not too much about feet.”
“Right,” I said. “No problem.”
She strained up with her face and kissed me.
I got up off her and pulled her pants down around her feet. She kicked them off. Her skin was warm to the touch, now, and I loved her thighs against my cheeks as I leaned in close to her sweet pussy. She was a little late for a shave, and I even loved the stubble teasing my lips as I kissed her smooth skin. Her sex was hot again, as I knew it would be. Something had traumatized her about urine in the past, but we were done with that, and now she was ready again.
“I want something,” Sara whispered.
“What, lover?”
“I want…”
She broke off, looked away. It was strange that she was so timid, after being so forward. I leaned up, letting one of my thighs drag across her sex. She gasped, and looked up at me, the hunger burning in her face again. I kissed her lips, melting into her fiery, wet cauldron.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said when I released her. “Like a boy.”
I giggled. “I don’t really have the right equipment for that, babe.”
Sara rolled me off her. “I have something.”
I looked at her extremely effeminate genitals. “Really? Hiding in there?”
Another giggle. She rubbed her fingers over her clit, then parted her labia as if to look within. “Nope, not in there.” She got up off my bed and got her keys. While she opened the chest she keeps at the foot of her bed, I moved over and opened the window and curtains. The rain continued to fall, but the angle blew it away from our window. I saw cars moving on the street beyond the dorm parking lot, and a girl with an umbrella scurried down the sidewalk.
Sara moved up behind me but put her hands on the side of my head to guide me back. I went with her until I was in the center of the room. She pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor behind us. Then came my pants and panties. Not so long ago, I had been abashed, and yet thrilled, to be so exposed in front of her. Light poured in from outside, from the rainy, yet bright sky, and anyone on the third or higher floors of the dormitories across the way, who looked our way with a telescope, would have found me, naked, looking back out at them. It was exhilarating, in a way that before I would never have been able to describe. Now, I found that I liked the notion that someone could see me. I’m not sure how I might have reacted if I could see those potential witnesses face to face, but the danger of being seen enticed me.
Sara slipped out of her shirt. I felt her breath on my neck, then her nipple against my shoulder blade. Cool air drifted in, carrying the damp but clean smell of the rain. Sara kissed my shoulder while we looked out the window. She reached around my waist and I looked down to find her fastening the belt of a strap-on toy. The thing slung low, putting the dildo down over my clit. It had a realistic texture and shape, thought it was colored a ruddy yellow. Like amber. I could barely see through it. I had to grin.
“You like it?” she said as she pulled the bottom straps between my thighs and connected them to the clip in the back. “It’s amber-colored. My gift to you. Your first one. Oh, I hope you like it. How does it fit?”
I reached down and took hold of the rubber appendage. That’s what it was. I can see why men sometimes refer to their equipment as their third leg. It seemed to be such a silly notion revolving around the boasting of length, until I felt the weight of it nudging my clit, jutting out from me. I felt like I could use it as a weapon. It stretched out the length of both of my fists together, longer by half my hand than Tom’s penis. And the feel! It wasn’t rubbery like I’d expect. It was slippery, like some of those gooey kids toys that resemble dead body parts or dismembered eyeballs. It felt like it would slip right inside a girl with or without lubrication.
“I don’t know,” I answered. Every motion of my hands on the cock sent ripples of sensation into my clit, almost like a vibrator, but without the intensity. Almost like I had somehow bonded with the thing. “It’s interesting, and definitely a new feeling.”
“But does it feel good? Does it hurt? Are the straps too tight?”
“No, no. Nothing like that. Just a little weird.”
I turned around, putting my naked butt to the window. Sara stood in front of me, just as naked. I loved her soft, round breasts, a tad larger than mine, and the way they hung to her chest and a little apart. Mine are smaller, a runner’s breasts, and though I’ve always enjoyed them, I’ve always felt a little underdeveloped. Men want big breasts, for the most part. Idiots. Well, no, I shouldn’t say that. Just the previous week, I’d caught myself ogling the breasts of a movie star on late-night TV. How would they feel, their weight in my palms? The nipples brushing my fingers. I shook my head at the memory, and smirked. I liked Sara’s. She glanced at me quizzically, catching the play of amusement and self-derision across my face.
“I was thinking about breasts,” I told her, “and how now, I shouldn’t be so judgmental about guys wanting to see them all the time.”
She grinned at me. “So, you’ve got a dick and a thing for tits. Turning into a dog, are we?”
“You did it,” I accused her.
That brought an evil laugh. “And I’ve created a monster. So come here, monster honey, and use that diabolical thing on me.”
She pulled me towards my bed, sitting on the edge. I moved up to her and thrust my hips towards her face. Without hesitation, she caught the rubber prong with one hand, and guided it to her mouth. I watched, closely, as those lips I so loved to kiss, those soft, delicate tools with which she caressed me to many orgasms, watched as they closed with quick, hungry desire around the fake penis. Her attentions made the base of my new toy jiggle and twitch against my clit, and I likened it to the sensations a woman gives a man when he gets sucked off. I know it’s probably nothing like it, but the sensation was pleasing nonetheless.
Sara wasted little time, using her lips and tongue to quickly salivate and moisten the yellow-gold cock. She looked up at my while she licked and sucked, her eyes meeting mine with a devilish grin. I smiled down at her and tousled her hair. Her fingers squeezed my ass, caressed my thighs. She released me with one last lick and laid back on my bed, turning to get her body aligned to the bed. I imagined it would be hard for two people to have sex cross-ways on a twin-sized bed. It was often hard enough the other way.
I moved between her knees, which she parted for me, giving me a lovely view of her vagina. Her sex glistened, the teardrop base open slightly, open and hungry. Her clit peeked from between her outer labia, and the folds of the inner labia met each other, like secret wings closed over her.
It was awkward for me to point that thing at her. I struggled with it, raising giggles from both of us, until I stopped trying to move the cock and instead imagined that I was moving my pussy up to hers. We’d had sex like that a time or two, and I was certainly eager to try again. That worked far better, and she sighed when the moist tip of my fake prick touched her skin. I leaned on one hand to reposition it at the base of her sex. Her opened slit parted for me the way she never had for my fingers. I knew that feel, the sensation of a cock opening me up. There wasn’t much like it in the lesbian world. Fingers aren’t quite the same. They’re good, just not the same.
And then I was pushing into her. Sara moaned as I entered. I slid my hips forwards like I was going to rub my clit over her mound. I curled my pelvis towards, pushing the rubber length as deep as I could. She gasped when the base of the cock, and the straps holding it, ground against her sensitive button. I pushed harder, mashing into her, knowing the exquisite glory it would be shooting through her abdomen. My nipples ached in a mirror of that sensation. The other end of the cock jammed against my own clit, and I threw my head back with a throaty growl.
“Fuck me, Amber,” Sara whispered fiercely. I gaped at her for a second. I wasn’t used to her speaking that way while we had sex. She spoke more with her fingers, with her pussy, with her need. Verbally telling me this was yet another first, but I found that I enjoyed it. Her words echoed in my ears the way her fingertips left trails of liquid fire on my nipples. I dragged the dildo out of her and thrust it in again, pushing hard against our clits. Her legs turned up, wrapped around my middle, pulling me into her, and her hands reached down, clutching my ass. Her fingers dug into my cheeks in that sexy desperation, even as her head lolled to one side and she panted and moaned with every breath.
I kissed her neck as I pulled out again, then started thrusting more frequently, driving into her repeatedly. Each thrust, in my mind, was an attempt to grate my pussy across hers, and the cock flowed between us, a violin bow of lustful music, back and forth until we were both gasping for air. I licked at her nipples when I could convince my back to arch downward. I moved my weight onto one elbow, caught her neck and the long hair at the back of her skull with the other hand. She turned to me, and I pulled her up, sinking my lips against her soft, buttery mouth. She melted beneath me, squirming, when I changed to short, quick strokes that squeezed the rubber dick between our clits.
“Oh, God, you do that so well,” she blurted.
I grinned at her, still humping her with short little jabs of my hips. I could tell from her breathing that she was getting close. I returned to both elbows and started pulling out of her farther and farther. That’s something I’ve always enjoyed my men to do with me, and it worked just as well on Sara. Soon my fake dick was emerging completely, only to thrust back inside her as far as it would go. This might have been a problem, but she was so wet, and her fluids had smeared all around her sex. No matter where the tip it, as long as it was close, it sank back inside her.
One thrust, I missed, though, and the dildo sank along the crack of her ass. She yelped in surprise, and I retreated to try again. A little startled myself, I overcompensated, and the next thrust sent the bottom edge of the cock rising along the furrow of her pussy, right along her clitoris. Her eyes bulged, her arms and legs gripped me, and then she was cumming. Instead of trying to get back inside her, I let my prick ride along her clit. She bucked against the rubbery length, biting at my shoulder and whimpering with every thrust of the slippery cock along her button. She groaned low in her throat and thrashed her head back and forth, all the while thrusting her hips up against me.
Her orgasm triggered mine. Something about the shrill gasps in my ear as she strained up against me, combined with the repeated stimulation of the dildo on my clit, build a fire in my cervix that bloomed between one breath and the next. I was watching her cum, and then I collapsed on her, my limbs turned watery and my hips bucking against her of their own accord. I know my eyes closed tightly, and I felt my face brushing against her air on the pillow, then later against her nipple.
When I finally started regaining awareness, I found that I had moved up the length of Sara’s body until my head was against my headboard. The rubber cock lay tight against one of her breasts. She kissed my belly and navel with soft, sweet lips until I backed away, grinning down at her. My eyes had glazed over from the orgasm, and I felt almost drunk.
“Damn, girl,” Sara said. “I’m going to have to start teasing Jeff. I think you’re better at this than he is.”
I tried to not let a swelling of pride mix with the dizzying euphoria from sex. I sat back and teased her sopping vagina with the tip of one finger. I couldn’t speak. I was breathing through my mouth, and I couldn’t really form a thought, other than, ‘Wow.”
Sara sat up, catching my head in both her hands.
“When are you going to tell him about us?” I asked her after she kissed me. I was afraid she’d be mad at the question, but she smiled and blushed.
“There’s a lot about me I’m going to have to tell him. He’s talking about getting married, and while I’d love to be his bride, I’m not sure I could give you up.”
While I loved hearing what she was saying, I heard more in her words, as if there were other things she’d not enjoy giving up. Did she have another boyfriend? More girlfriends? I wanted to know, and I suppose it’s to my credit that my jealousy kept back on a low burner. I kissed her again. Sara let her fingers glide over the wet, rubber erection between my legs.
“Now, lover girl, it’s my turn to do you.”