It was Halloween and I was excited. I love Halloween; more specifically, I love dressing up for Halloween. I typically spend all year planning my costume, leading up to the big night when I would go out with my husband and our friends for a night on the town.
This year I had dressed up as a British policewoman, with a short black pencil skirt, knee length black boots, and a snug white dress shirt with a black and white checked cravat.
A bowler hat with black and white checked band on my short cropped chestnut hair and a truncheon at my hip completed the costume. My legs were going to be chilly, but what else was Halloween for, if not showing a little skin?
I arranged my cravat and shirt, leaving the top few buttons undone to best display my slightly better than average cleavage and joined my husband and friends in the kitchen for a shot before heading out.
The guys, as usual, had put off costume decisions until the last minute. Eric was decked out in the same priest costume he had worn several years in the past, my husband, Derek, wore a token pirate hat and eye patch, and Rob hadn’t bothered at all, wearing jeans and a t shirt.
After another round of shots, Derek flashed me one of his grins.
“Ready to go?”
While my husband wasn’t what you might normally call stunning, his shaggy dark hair and deep mahogany eyes gave him a quiet intensity that melted your heart, made your knees weak, and did less poetic things to the region in between.
“Ready when you are.”
The four of us locked up and headed downtown. It was only 10:30, but the streets were already full with a broad variety of sexy nurses, sexy police officers, sexy Disney princesses, and lingerie with animal ears. The men invariably sported a hat and accessories in a last ditch effort.
We stopped at a couple different bars as we made our way down the street, shouting to people we knew, loudly complimenting awesome costumes, and yelling “whore” at scantily clad women; basically being drunk and belligerent and having a blast.
A few drinks in, I was well into tipsy, which meant that my horny, bi-curious side was surfacing. Eyeing the women around me with increasing appreciation, I slung my arm around Derek as we sauntered across the street.
“What about that one?” I murmured, probably much louder than I thought. I nodded towards a tall brunette passing us in a nurse’s uniform, her large breasts nearly popping free of the zippered top.
was a game we often played, drunk or sober. It began with a hypothetical choice: if each of us had to choose one person to share our bed, who would it be? Neither of us had been too crazy about a man in bed, and the game had ended up with each of us evaluating women when we went out somewhere. When one found a particularly attractive lady, we would ask the other’s opinion.
Derek gave her a long look, turning his head as she passed.
“Not bad,” he said. I sometimes thought he understated for my benefit.
“Not bad? She’s hot!” I protested.
“You are drunk,” Derek countered.
“I’m not! I’m only tipsy.”
“I know you; you’re drunk.”
By this time we had reached our favorite bar, a dim, cramped space packed with people.
As we crowded in, I put my mouth up to Derek’s ear.
“You really don’t think she’s hot? Tell me you wouldn’t want to unzip that top and suck on those tits.”
He turned towards me, eyebrows raised. I normally saved the bedroom talk for the bedroom.
Okay, maybe I was a little drunk.
“You sure that’s not something you want to do?”
I glanced towards the ceiling in faux innocence.
Inside, our friends had already gotten drinks, and Rob was attempting to chat up a ballerina. He was not doing well. Derek brought me a whiskey sour as the uninterested ballerina minced away. Rob turned back to us with a grin, taking a long swallow from his beer. He was rarely very disappointed by his lack of success.
“You win some, you lose some,” he said with a shrug. Or rather, shouted over the music.
We elbowed our way through the throng to a table against the wall.
“I bet you could’ve gotten her number,” Derek spoke in my ear.
“Reeeally?” I replied, amused.
“Too bad we’ll never know.”
We sat down, and the guys launched into a half yelled conversation consisting mostly of comments on the costumes around and ranting about work problems. I simply sat, looking around and nodding to the music as I finished my drink.
“Want another, Sweetie?” Derek asked.
When he returned with another whiskey, he leaned in.
“Why don’t we find out if you could pick up a girl?”
“What? What do you mean?”
“Well…” He smiled slyly. “We’ll choose someone, and you try to get her number. Romantically. You can’t just make friends with her.”
“Oh, well that’s easy.” The whiskey was making me over confident.
He folded his arms. “Easy, huh? Well then not just her number; you have to get her to kiss you too.”
It was my turn to be surprised. I wasn’t about to let him see it though.
I sipped my drink. Well, okay, this late and this drunk, my sips were more like full fledged gulps.
“What if she wants to go home with me? ”
“Well,” he said slowly. “We’ll just have to see how it plays out.”
“All right then, it’s a deal.”
Derek turned back to join conversation with Rob and Eric, and I scanned what I could see of the room.
There were several promising candidates, but none seemed quite right. A pale, long legged cheerleader had a less satisfying chest, a petite Asian power ranger had too many piercings for my taste, and a busty blonde batgirl had a somewhat average face, putting it politely.
“Find anyone yet?” Derek asked after a while.
I shook my head.
“What about her?” He gestured towards a nearby bumble bee in striped leg warmers and a yellow tutu short enough to display the curve of her firm bottom.
“Nah, she’s too skinny,” I said.
He tsked at me.
“Well it’s 12:30. You better hurry up.”
“If I’m going to do this, she has to be perfect.”
“Good luck with that.”
Fifteen minutes and another whiskey later, I saw her.
She was lounging against the bar, tall and lean with straight blonde hair falling past her shoulders. White lace topped stockings stretched over shapely legs and a deep red corset accentuated a slim waist and perfectly rounded breasts. Rather than pants or any other sort of typical bottoms, she wore plain white bikini cut panties. Over top she sported a tailored white dress coat with long tails, and short white gloves covered her hands. An old fashioned alarm clock hanging at her hip and a pair of fuzzy white bunny ears completed the White Rabbit costume.
“I’m going to get another drink,” I told my husband.
“I can get it for you,” he offered, starting to stand.
I pressed down on his shoulder.
“No, no, I’ll get it.” I winked at him and gave a little nod towards Miss Rabbit.
As I stood, though, she moved away from the bar.
Well, crap. Now what was I going to do?
I watched until she stopped in the line for the ladies room.
After only a moment’s hesitation, I followed her.
Stepping behind her in line, I waited for a few heartbeats, then placed a gentle hand on her arm.
“I love your costume!” I gushed. Which was true; it was awesome.
She turned with a smile.
“Thanks! You look great too!”
I eyed the drink in her hand.
“Always take your drink to the bathroom?” I teased.
She looked down at it.
“Oh, well, I didn’t have anyone to hold it for me.”
“What? You mean you’re out on Halloween alone?”
“Well, I was with a friend, but he left.”
The line moved forward, and we shuffled with it.
“That’s terrible; you can’t have fun alone! You should come hang out with me and my friends.”
She gave a short laugh.
“You don’t even know me! Wouldn’t it be weird?”
“Pshh, nah!” I waved a hand dismissively. “That’s what Halloween is all about: getting drunk with strangers and having fun!” I stuck out my hand. “My name is Anabelle, by the way. What’s yours?”
She gripped my hand.
“Hi, Jillian! See, now I know you. Not weird at all!”
Jill laughed, then as her turn at the bathroom came, she ducked inside with a friendly smile.
She didn’t take very long, only a couple of minutes. Then it was my turn, and I stepped inside, even though I didn’t have to go. I waited for what I felt was an appropriate time, flushed the toilet, ran the water, and left, holding my breath. This was the risky bit. If she felt awkward around me, it would have been so easy for her to just slip away while I was inside.
She was leaning against the wall opposite the line, watching a group of young girls, probably underage, attempting to dance on the slightly raised stage at the back.
She turned as I approached.
“You’re back! So where are these friends of yours?”
“Over this way. But let’s stop at the bar first. I need a drink. How about you?”
Jill rattled the ice in her nearly empty glass.
“I guess I could use another.”
We elbowed our way through the crowd to the bar, where we caught the tender’s eye after only a few minutes. I ordered another whiskey sour (I don’t tend to vary my drinks much) and Jill asked for a vanilla vodka and coke. Before she could move to pay, I laid down enough bills to cover both drinks and tips.
I flashed her a grin.
“This one’s on me. C’mon!”
I led her towards the table, only to find it sitting empty.
“Huh.” I stared at it for a minute, then looked around. “They were right here.”
“I think you lied to me,” Jill said in my ear. “I think you were alone on Halloween too, and didn’t want to admit it.”
I turned to see her teasing smile.
“No way, I’m not some loser like that!” I grinned at her.
“Maybe they went outside. Let’s go to the front.”
We pushed towards the front of the bar where large windows on either side of the door allowed a view outside, so long as there weren’t people sitting on the sills.
There were always people sitting on the sills.
“Well that’s helpful,” Jill remarked dryly. “Can you see anything?”
I peered between heads and shoulders at the smokers and pukers outside.
“I don’t see them.”
“Maybe they went to another bar,” she suggested.
“Could be. Let’s finish our drinks and go see.”
We chatted as we drank. Jill was a nursing major at the local college, in her fifth year. She was into painting and skiing and had a pet canary, Petra.
We set our empty glasses on a nearby table and headed outside.
My friends were indeed not outside.
“So, where do you want to go?” I asked Jill.
“They’re your friends,” she pointed out.
“You have just as much idea as I do where they went.”
“How bout Elements?’
If the last bar was crowded, Elements was packed. It was a larger bar trying to be hip and chic, with all black surfaces and neon lights everywhere. It was also holding a large contest. We squeezed in, people packed on all sides, pressing us against each other and our nearest neighbors.
“Brilliant idea, Jill!”
The music was so loud that despite our faces being inches away from each other, we still needed to shout.
“How are we going to find anybody in this mess?”
“Beat them all up with your nightstick.”
“Yeah, that will go over well. Want to try to grab a drink while we’re here?”
“Sure, why not?”
We waded through the throng towards the bar, and I used the press of the crowd to slip a careful hand under her coat and over her rear.
Her panties weren’t a thong, but they were cut high enough that I got a firm handful of silky smooth skin.
She didn’t bat an eye.
Jill insisted on buying my drink, since I’d bought her last one.
We edged away from the bar to let others in and found a spot near a wall and away from the speakers to sip our drinks.
After a few moments, fate must have gotten tired of my slow pick up tactics and decided to give me a kick in the pants. Katy Perry’s “I Kissed a Girl” began playing.
Considering my goal was to kiss this chick, I should have used this to my advantage. I could have wondered out loud what it might be like. I could have asked if she ever thought about it. I could have said any number of things.
Instead, I said, “Gah, I HATE this song!”
“I know, right?” Jill agreed. “She thinks she’s so edgy and cool and crap. No, Katy, you’re not. You’re just lame.”
“Yeah, what’s that? You’ve kissed a girl, Katy?” I continued, taking my cue from her. “Well, come on over and sit at my cafeteria table with the cool kids, cause no one’s ever done something that daring before.”
“It’s not like it’s anything new.” Jill sipped her drink.
“I read somewhere that three of every four girls has fantasized about another girl,” I commented. Total BS statistic. Not sure where I picked up that line; I think I read it in Cosmo once. If it worked, at least that magazine got one thing right. “That seems a little high to me, though, don’t you think?”
“I dunno. Might be right.” She shrugged.
“Well, think about it. That would mean that out of you and me,” I gestured towards the two nearest girls, “and those two, only one of us hasn’t thought of another girl.”
Jill looked at me a bit shyly.
“Well, it wouldn’t be me.”
“Me neither, so I guess it has to be one of them.” I chuckled.
We drank in silence for a moment. Well, as silent as a bar on Halloween that’s blasting Katy Perry and almost has to be breaking capacity codes can be.
I shot Jill a sidelong glance.
“So did you ever do anything?”
She gave me an innocent look.
“Ever do any what?”
I nudged her a little.
“You know what I mean! If it’s so common, smart stuff, then have you done it?”
“No. You mean kissing? No. Just… looking.” She blushed. “What about you?”
“Hey, that’s no fair! I told, now you have to!” She gasped. “You did, didn’t you!”
“No, not really. I kissed my sister once when I was four. We were playing house.”
“That doesn’t count.”
“No I guess it doesn’t. But technically, I have kissed a girl.”
“Well, I’ve kissed Petra, and she’s a girl, so technically, I have too. So there.”
“Animals don’t count!”
“Neither does playing house when you’re little!”
All right, Ana. Go for broke.
I steeled myself.
Please don’t slap me, please don’t slap me, please don’t slap me.
I pressed my full length up against her, no hard thing to do considering we were already pretty smushed, and planted my lips firmly on hers.
For four seconds, time froze. Her lips were soft and yielding, and they moved slightly against mine. I could feel her hot breath against my cheek.
Then I pulled back and grinned at her.
“There. Now we both have, for real.”
“Not too bad.”
I placed a hand over my heart.
“Not too bad! I’m insulted!”
“Well, you weren’t wearing cherry chapstick or anything.”
I chuckled. I actually had some in my pocket. My preferred flavor was mint, but they were all out last time I bought any. I whipped it out and applied it quickly.
“There. Too late?”
This time she took me by surprise. She leaned into me, a hand on my hip, and pressed her mouth on mine, moving her tongue against my lips and slightly beyond.
She pulled back and delicately licked her lips.
“Very cherry. That’s what I expected.”
I gave her a sly smile.
“Not too bad.”
The next kiss was inevitable. We both moved for it together, our lips finding each other, tongues sliding together. Her hand slipped from my hip to the small of my back, drawing me close. Lost in the kiss, I raised a cautious hand and laid it lightly on her breast. She drew in a sharp breath, but didn’t pull away.
The flash of a phone camera jerked us apart. A young man, either dressed like an over the top rapper or simply an idiot, leered at us from behind his iphone. I rolled my eyes at him, and Jill flipped him off.
I tossed back the rest of my drink and grabbed Jill’s hand.
“Let’s go. They wouldn’t be in here anyway; it’s too crowded,” I murmured to her.
She finished her drink and took my cup. Turning to the creeper, she held out the cups, leaning slightly to give him a good view of her cleavage and batting her eyes.
“Can you hold these for us, please?”
He took the cups with a euphoric grin, and Jill turned back to me, following me to the door.
Outside, I took a deep breath.
“I can breathe again! Man that place was packed.”
“So, where to now?” Jill asked.
“Let’s try the Musty Duck. They might be there.”
“To the Musty Duck, then!”
I held out my arm to her.
She slipped her arm through mine and we strode down the street. The Musty Duck was two blocks away, and by the time we reached it, I was shivering.
“Man, it’s frikkin cold out here. They better be here.”
Jill rubbed a hand over my arm.
“Should’ve worn a coat, like me.”
I stuck out my tongue at her.
The Musty Duck was a faux Irish pub with lots of wood, black and white photos, and tables tucked into comfortable nooks.
As luck would have it, Derek and our friends were sitting at one of the tables.
I pulled Jill over to them.
“We were looking for you guys! Where’d you go?”
Derek looked up.
“Ana! We went down the street so Eric could find cell reception. When we came back you weren’t there. I called you.”
“Oh.” I pulled out my phone. “We went to Elements; I must not have heard it.” Sure enough, I had a missed call.
“So…” Derek glanced questioningly at Jill.
“Oh, right. This is Jillian.” She waved. “Jill, this is Eric, Rob, and my husband Derek.”
“Oh.” She looked surprised.
Eric had been looking at Jill with a suave smile I had seen several times before. As I pulled chairs over for us, I deliberately sat between them, leaving Jill between me and Derek.
As my husband was offering Jill a drink, I leaned over to Eric and spoke quietly.
“No what?” he asked innocently.
“No. Jill is not up for grabs.”
“You can’t just tell me no.”
I looked at him seriously.
“Eric, come on. For me.”
“I can’t say. Just trust me on this. It’s in the bro code somewhere, I’m sure. Please. Don’t.”
“All right, all right.”
Derek was back with our drinks, so I joined the conversation
We chatted for a bit and then Jill excused herself to the bathroom. This one had more than one stall, so I joined her, as girls tend to do.
While washing our hands and fixing our hair, she spoke to me, not looking over.
“You’re married? I feel like an idiot now.”
“What? No, don’t. Why?”
“Well… you were just fooling around, and I took it too far… you know… at Elements… with the, uh…”
I looked over. Her face was flushed and she avoided my gaze. I reached out to touch her chin. She glanced up at me.
“No, you didn’t. Everything’s fine. Don’t feel stupid.”
I kissed her gently. When I pulled back, she looked confused.
“But… Your husband…”
“Like I said, everything’s fine.”
“But…” Her eyes widened. “Wait, he knows? You both… you guys are…”
Crap, she was getting scared off.
“No, it’s not like that, geeze. Don’t get freaked out. It wasn’t a lie that I’ve never kissed a girl before. Well, except my sister.” “Doesn’t count.” She smiled.
“See, nothing’s going on that you don’t know about. Derek doesn’t even know we kissed, though I’m going to tell him, and he’s going to be fine with it. Let’s just have a good time. That’s what Halloween is for.”
“Okay.” She gave me a sidelong glance. “You do want me to go home with you though, don’t you?”
I wasn’t expecting her to ask directly like that. I’m not good at evading direct questions. I glanced away, and I’m sure my face reddened, trying to think of an answer.
“Well, if you expect me to do that, you’ll have to buy me more drinks.”
I grinned at her.
“They’re probably wondering what’s taking us so long.”
“Probably.” She didn’t move.
I stared at her with a vague smile and my gaze swept downward over her breasts and hips, down her legs and back up. I suddenly couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like to run my hands down her naked body.
I stepped forward as she leaned towards me and our mouths met in a hot, ferocious kiss. I kept my hands on her hips, but she grabbed my wrist and moved my hand up to cup her breast as I had before, pressing into it. I squeezed obligingly and she moaned against my lips.
I pulled back a little to catch my breath.
“You’re sure you need more drinks? You seem pretty eager.”
“Well, it couldn’t hurt.” I leaned in for another kiss, but she drew back.
“And you’re positive your husband won’t mind?”
I hesitated. I really wasn’t a hundred percent sure. It was one thing to talk and fantasize, another thing altogether to actually do it.
“I’ll talk to him and make sure. But don’t worry. I’m sure it will be fine.” A thought occurred to me. “Um… I just want to make sure we’re, uh, on the same page here… I was meaning to… include Derek…I hope you don’t mind…”
“Oh! No, I, well, I assumed that’s what you meant…”
“Oh. Okay. Well… good then.”I suddenly felt very awkward holding a woman in my arms, our faces inches apart, talking matter-of-factly about our plans to go to bed together. I stepped back and cleared my throat.
“We should get back. We can’t spend all night in the bathroom.”
This time we actually left. We made our way back to the table, where the guys had gotten another round.
“Geeze, what were you doing in there?” Eric commented.
“Oh, you know, girl stuff,” I said flippantly and sent a quick wink to Derek. His eyebrows went up.
Jill and I switched chairs so that I could sit next to him. I picked up my drink and nonchalantly let my other hand rest on Jill’s knee under the table. She shot me a glance and shifted in her seat to inch my hand a bit higher.
After a few moments, while Eric was well into a story, I leaned close to my husband.
“So… I kissed her,” I whispered.
“I didn’t see it,” he replied. “I need to see it to confirm.”
“You didn’t say that,” I retorted.
“I thought it was implied.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter anyway. She’s expecting to come home with us.”
“Really? You work fast.”
“I just wanted to make sure it was really okay with you.” I turned a little to look at him.
“Wait, you’re serious?”
I nodded, but we had to pause our discussion as Rob asked Derek a question, and then we were sucked into the conversation. A little bit later, Eric went outside for a smoke and Rob joined him. Derek claimed he wanted to stay with his drink, and Jill pulled out her phone, pretending that her entire evening didn’t hang on our conversation.
“Really?” Derek asked me in a low voice as soon as the other guys left. “She really wants to go home with us? You’re not just joking?”
“No, I’m not joking. What do you think?”
“I think,” he said slowly, “this could be an interesting night.”
I breathed a sigh of relief.
“So, uh… ” I lowered my voice more to make sure Jill didn’t hear. “Are we gonna… You know, are you gonna… all the way with her?”
“Do you want me to?”
“I don’t know. Not really, I don’t think so.”
“Okay. That’s not really fair for her, though.”
I considered it.
“I guess not. Well, if we can avoid it, I’d like that, but I don’t want to refuse and spoil anything.”
“So anything goes?”
“As long as she’s comfortable with it.”
I sat back in my chair and Jill glanced up nervously.
“So…?” she asked. She knew exactly what we were talking about.
“You’re going to need a couple more drinks.” I winked at her and she grinned. We rose to head to the bar. I placed my hand on Derek’s chest as we passed.
“We’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere!”
Rob and Eric were back by the time we returned, and we made light conversation for a while, but I couldn’t sit still. Now that Derek had agreed, I couldn’t wait to leave.
Derek noticed and spoke up.
“I think it’s about time to go home.” He stood.
I stood too, swaying only slightly.
“Wait, how are we getting home?” I asked. “We can’t drive.”
He shrugged. “We’ll call a cab.”
“Can I share your cab?” Jill asked. “I should get going too.”
“Sure,” Derek told her.
The bartender, of course, had the number for the cab company, and it arrived within minutes.
As we said our goodbyes to Rob and Eric, I thought I saw Eric glance suspiciously at Jill, then me. I gave him a smile and hurried out the door.
The three of us piled into the cab, with me in the middle. We rode in a nervous silence. I leaned in close to Jill.
“You’re sure you want to do this?” I asked in a low voice.
She placed a hand on my thigh.
“I think so. After all, how often does this happen?”
I leaned back, satisfied she wasn’t going to bail on us and excited about what we were about to do.
It was a short ride, and soon we were at our house, settled on the couch. I was in the middle again. We sat in an uncomfortable silence, no one sure how to start. It was Derek who broke the ice.
“So, Ana says you’ve kissed, but I’m not sure I believe her. I didn’t see it.”
“We did,” Jill said. “More than once. At Elements, and then in the bathroom at the Musty Duck.”
“Shall we show him?” I said coyly.
Jill leaned forward, puckering her lips comically. I planted a loud smack on them.
Derek leaned over my shoulder, a hand around my waist.
“Oh, come on, you can do better than that.”
Jill’s eyes sparkled.
“You mean like this?”
She grabbed my hat, tossing it off, and then, sliding a hand up into my hair, gave me a passionate french kiss, her other hand sliding down over my shoulder to my breast. When she broke away, I was a bit breathless.
“You know, Jill, we’ve spent a lot of time together tonight,” I told her. “I think you and Derek should get to know each other.”
She turned to look at him and he leaned in. They kissed, leaning across me. I placed a kiss on Derek’s neck and then wiggled out from between them. They moved closer together, and I knelt on the couch behind Jill. Taking her coat at the shoulders, I eased it down her arms and off. I pulled her hair out of the way and kissed at the back of her neck and shoulders, sliding my hands around to cup both her breasts. She moaned and I began to unhook her corset, holding my breath, waiting for her to say it had gone far enough.
She didn’t. I pulled the corset off and tossed it aside, freeing her gorgeous chest, her nipples puckered. I ran my hands over her bare skin then lay backward onto the arm of the couch, pulling her with me. I kissed at the soft place where her neck met her shoulder and eyed my husband. I caressed Jill’s breast, pinching lightly at a nipple.
“Aren’t they perfect?” I told Derek. “Don’t you want them?” I turned back to Jill. “You want him to suck on them, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
That was all the encouragement he needed. He leaned forward, a hand on the back of the couch to steady himself, and covered her nipple with his mouth, moaning in delight as he sucked. I moved to kiss her neck again, but she turned her head and caught my lips with hers. After a moment, Derek lifted his head.
“This couch is getting a little cramped. Do you want to go someplace a little more roomy?”
We stood and made our way to the bedroom. Derek sat down on the bed and took off his shirt. Jill faced me.
“Well, now you’re the only one wearing a shirt.”
“We’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” I smiled.
She leaned forward to kiss me and began deftly unbuttoning my blouse while I removed the cravat. She slid the shirt from my shoulders, kissing down my neck. I felt Derek behind me, unhooking my bra, and I let him take it off. Jill continued kissing down, over the curve of my breast, down to my nipple. She gave it a tentative stroke with her tongue, then circled it slowly. I groaned, leaning back into Derek, who slid a hand over my other breast, squeezing firmly.
Jill sucked my nipple into her mouth, scraping it softly with her teeth, and ran her hands down my sides. I let her suckle for a minute, then drew her up and pushed her backwards onto the bed. She gasped as she landed, and I crawled on top of her. I wanted my turn at her beautiful tits. I sucked on one, massaging the other, twisting her nipple gently. Behind me, Derek pulled my skirt off, rubbing his palms over my rear and down my legs before climbing onto the bed beside us. He made out with Jill while I played with her breasts.
I continued sucking, but my hand slid downwards, over her belly, down to her tiny white panties. I ran my fingers over top of them, down between her thighs. She moaned and opened her legs wider for me. I could feel her wetness through the cloth. I stroked a few times, then hooked a finger under the elastic and pulled the band of cloth aside, touching her hot flesh. Jill whimpered against Derek’s mouth, and her hand moved, pushing the waistband of her panties down. I pulled away from her breast to yank them the rest of the way off, then paused to stare down at her. Naked but for the stockings and bunny ears, which had somehow managed to stay on so far, she lay stretched out on the bed, her breasts large and round, her hips curved seductively, her legs parted to show off her smoothly shaved pussy. I was surprised to see her hand down the front of my husband’s pants. She had certainly gotten into the spirit of things.
I gently pulled her hand out and rolled him onto his back. I unzipped his pants and pulled them and his shorts off in one practiced move. I raked my nails down his chest – I knew he loved that – then knelt beside him and took his hard cock in my hand. I leaned down and dragged the tip of my tongue slowly along its length, from base to head, then licked gently at it. I looked up at Jill who watched with a hungry expression.
“Do you want a taste?” I asked.
She smiled and bent over. She gave it one long lick, then slid it into her mouth. While she sucked, I licked at the base, cupping his balls gently and kissing and licking them as well.
Derek groaned, placing his hands on our heads. I moved back upward as Jill began stroking his shaft with her tongue. I joined her, both of us on opposite sides, our tongues meeting occasionally as they wrapped around. We soon began alternating kissing each other and sucking on his dick. Jill reached over to fondle my breast, and I did the same for her.
“Stop,” Derek’s voice was ragged. He gripped our hair and pulled our heads back gently.
“You need to stop, or I won’t last much longer.”
Poor Derek. Two beautiful women making out and swallowing his cock; it could be too much for any man. I sat up.
“We’ll just have to move on to something else then,” I commented.
Derek sat up as well, as Jill straightened.
“Why is it you’re the last one dressed again?” Derek asked me. He plucked at my tiny black thong. He glanced at Jill. “We need to do something about it.”
She smiled and pushed me back down onto the bed, much as I’d done to her earlier. Derek stripped off my thong and Jill slipped her fingers between my legs. I gasped as she rubbed in a circular motion, and I pressed into her hand, grinding my hips. Derek whispered to her. I couldn’t catch what he said, but she immediately thrust her first two fingers inside me. I cried out and Jill grinned. She shoved them in further, sending waves of pleasure through me. I held out my hand for Derek, and he crawled over. I pulled him down next to me, drawing him into a fierce kiss and planting his hand on my breast.
Jill’s fingers withdrew, but a moment later, I felt a hot wetness on my clit. I gasped and looked down to see her crouching between my legs, lapping tentatively. She stopped and glanced up at me, her cheeks coloring.
“No,” I groaned. “That’s good.” I put my hand on her head, gently pushing her down again.
She began again, with more confidence this time, long licks, then flicking at my clit with the tip of her tongue. I looked at Derek pointedly, then nodded down at Jill. He got my message and left my side. Jill was kneeling at the edge of the bed, so Derek knelt on the floor behind her. I couldn’t see him, but I knew he’d started licking her when she paused and gasped, looking around.
I chuckled and pressed her head down again. She continued her ministrations while I watched.
Shortly, Derek stood.
“Switch,” he announced.
Jill lifted her head.
“Switch.” He waved his finger in a vague circle, indicating that we change positions. I sat up.
“Better do as he says, Jill.” As we passed each other, I stopped for a long, lingering kiss. She tasted like me, not a flavor I’d typically enjoyed, but I liked kissing her, despite the taste. I wondered if she would taste much like me.
She lay back and I smoothed a hand over her stomach, crouching between her legs. I leaned down, but suddenly felt Derek’s hands on my ankles as he pulled my legs out straight, moving me flat onto my stomach. He slapped my rear lightly.
“It’s more comfortable that way,” he told me.
“Sure, let me be uncomfortable,” Jill complained, mock pouting.
I lay down, wrapping my arms underneath her spread thighs. I looked down at her glistening pussy. This was going to be totally new. Sure, kissing a girl was new, but it wasn’t too much different from kissing Derek. I’d played with my own breasts, even managed to suck on them a couple times, so that wasn’t entirely new. This was vastly different.
I reached out my tongue and gave a tentative lick. Jill moaned, so I licked again, harder. I swirled my tongue around her clit, then sucked it into my mouth gently. She didn’t taste like me, quite. It was similar, but different.
I kept going, using the flat of my tongue for long laps, the tip for light flicking. I knew Derek was just watching, enjoying seeing me eat her out. I slipped a finger into Jill as I licked, then two. She groaned.
Derek lifted my legs, now off the edge of the bed, and spread them wide. I didn’t have to look; I knew what he was going to do.
Sure enough, I felt the hard length of his cock slide into me, thrusting slowly. I let the motion carry through to my licks, and Jill and I moaned in unison.
We continued until all three of us were panting with need. I pulled away from Jill and wiped my mouth. I had come to a decision.
“Come down here,” I told her, rolling aside for her to move down towards the end of the bed. I rolled on top of her, our breasts sliding against each other, my thighs rubbing on the sheer fabric of her stockings. I spread my legs wide again, nudging hers with my knees. I looked back at Derek.
“Go for it,” I told him, then turned to Jill, kissing her passionately. She gasped as Derek entered her, and I could feel his rhythm through her. He switched to me, filling me, causing me to groan, then back to Jill. Back and forth, pleasuring us both. I could tell Jill was close, heard her cries of frustration when he switched to me. The next time he went to her, I lifted my head.
“Stay with Jill,” I gasped.
He did, and I kissed her harder, both my hands on her breasts, my body pulsing against hers. She broke away from the kiss, gasping and clutching me. She let out two short cries, then a long, loud groan, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. Derek kept thrusting until she relaxed, then abruptly rolled me onto my back beside her and climbed on top. Jill turned her head, kissing my arm, and slid a hand underneath me to squeeze my rear. As my Derek’s cock drove into me, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I finished. After a moment he gasped, pounding into me harder and deeper, and I held onto him tight as we came together, him in silence and me with loud screams.
Derek collapsed onto me, then after a moment crawled over Jill to lie on the other side of her. I rolled over, slinging an arm across her stomach. She was still breathing heavily. I kissed her tenderly.
“It.. it doesn’t taste like… cherry anymore,” she said.
“Is that why you did all this? For cherry chapstick? You know it’s like, fifty nine cents at the drugstore.”
She smiled and hit me with a limp arm.
“Don’t bother me, I’m sleeping,” she mumbled.
“You lie, you’re totally awake.” I could feel myself fading though. Derek had already passed out, I saw.
“Good night, Ana.”
“Good night, Jill.”
I snuggled next to her, reaching across to lay a hand on my husband’s arm, and drifted off into well deserved slumber.