Loading...I hung up the phone and waited to be buzzed in, maneuvering the box in my left arm so I could see my watch. Shit. Five after eight. Almost on time. Well, if I was going to be late, this was the night to do it. The normally frigid March weather was glorious. Most of the snow had melted and I’d opted for sandals instead of my usual choice of sneakers. How’d I gotten stuck babysitting on a Saturday night like this again?
My thoughts were interrupted as the door unlocked, and I bounded up the stairs. Waiting for me in the hall was a bright-eyed five year old boy. He wore a mischievous grin to go with his already bubbly personality. I smiled as he giggled and peeked around the corner. That boy was just like his mom.
“Eve!” he squealed as he ran to meet me and threw his pudgy little arms around my leg.
“Hi Brandon, how ya doin’ kiddo?” I ran a hand lightly over his sweet-smelling hair and we began the trek to their apartment door.
“Good.” He glanced up at the box, then to me. Let the questions begin. “What’s that?”
“It’s got some clothes your mom ordered inside.” This satisfied him and he ran up to the door, opening it for me.
“Thanks, Hun.” I was impressed. He was growing up fast and with the amount I saw him, the steps were huge. Looking over at him again as he let the door swing shut, I saw the grin again.
“Welcome. Did you bring the car?” Ah. This explained why he was being so sweet. I played along.
“Yes I did, in fact.” The grin widened. He checked to see if Mom was within hearing. She was in the bathroom getting ready, so he was good.
“So we’re gonna get movies?” I had to laugh. If only something so simple could make anyone’s day.
“We’ll see what Mom says.” His blue eyes sparkled and he ran over to the bathroom. Raising a fist and pounding as hard as he could, he shouted through the door.
“Mom! Eve’s here and we’re gonna go get movies, ‘kay?”
I heard an exclamation as I slid my jacket off, hanging it over the chair that sat at the computer desk. I set my keys down, now grinning myself. You had to love Jess. She was in her mid-thirties, and raising Brandon alone, but she somehow managed to be the most cheerful and vibrant person I knew. When she walked into a room she possessed it, but managed to do so without seeming pushy. Sales was definitely her field. I was only 18 and already I wished I had her energy.
I heard a cabinet close, then Jess followed Brandon into the room, obviously a bit exasperated. Her honey colored hair was perfect, but she fussed with it as she spoke.
“No, Honey. We just got movies, they’re in your room. Maybe you can show Eve a little later; I’m sure she wants to know all about them.” As she breezed past, she gave me a wink. “Hey Sweetie,” I was greeted, her voice warm and her smile wide.
“Hey Jess. Sorry I’m a few minutes late.” She shook her head and waved it off.
“Jeez, do I look ready?” Taking in the view, I decided she did. Fitted white button-down shirt and cute boot cut blue jeans were all utterly flattering on her. Upon further inspection, her bare feet revealed carefully kept, deep red toenails. She dashed over to the kitchen, moving a pitcher from counter to fridge. Poetry in motion? No, that wasn’t quite it. A Dave Matthews tune in motion. Mm-hmm.
“Ah, you look great as usual,” I chimed in. She Ohhed at me, trying to sound disgusted, but the laughter in her eyes and slightly blushing cheeks betrayed her. Distracted by her incredible cheer only momentarily, my mind did come back to the box I was holding. “Speaking of which, Mom got your order in yesterday.”
“What? Already?” I nodded. “Wow, that was fast.” She happily swept package over to the couch, tearing the tape off and holding up each piece as she took it out. They all looked about right for her; casual and smart, a little sexy. After working in the same office for several years, my mother knew her tastes pretty well.
“Eve, LOOK at this dress!” It certainly was an eye-catcher. She held it up to her body. Ice blue, sleeveless, and sleek, it complimented her sparkling hazel eyes wonderfully.
“I love this!” She looked at the clock on the wall. “I’ve got to try it on now. I’ll need another girl’s opinion, after all!” She began undoing her jeans, right there in the living room, and my eyes widened. It was a small, one bedroom apartment, so the only alternative was the bathroom, and after a moment’s thought I understood her choice. She wasn’t directly facing me, and as she tugged down those form-fitting jeans I turned away, returning the favor.
I looked at my feet for a minute, then out the window. I could see her out of the corner of my eye, kicking her jeans to the side and beginning to unbutton her shirt. For some reason, about then I had the urge to take a good look at her. I was of course immediately embarrassed to find myself thinking such a thing. I’d definitely never considered women attractive before, and I told myself so; I insisted. Still, my boyfriend’s numerous requests for me to consider getting with another chick didn’t seem so far-fetched now.
I got no further with that train of thought, as she suddenly struck up a conversation with me, mid-strip.
“Well, you should have an easy night. He was up late last night and didn’t have a nap today.”
I looked up without thinking and tried to bring my eyes back down, but they refused to budge. She undid the last button, looking me directly in the eye as she whipped off her shirt. I froze. Well, of course she was looking me in the eye. She was talking to me. I nodded, trying to appear relaxed.
“You remember how to use his inhaler in case he needs it, too.” Again I nodded. God, look at those tits…the lacey black bra just barely held them in place. My eyes snapped back to her face as she spoke
“And if he wants anything to eat, there’s some popcorn in the cupboard,” she tore at the tag on the dress, removing it bit by bit, “and orange juice in the fridge.”
“All right.” I smiled my calmest smile, my heart pounding in my chest. “I think I can handle that.” She shared her own perkier version of a smile and pulled the dress over her head. I caught a short glimpse of black panty-covered ass in the decorative mirror behind her before the dress swept down around her legs.
I bit my lip and closed my eyes, turning away. This was getting ridiculous. I took a breath and decided to go hang with Brandon in his room while she finished up out here. I heard the snap of elastic against skin as she apparently adjusted things. I attempted to focus on the Power Rangers Brandon was glued to.
“Eve, I just LOVE this! Come here Sweetie, you’ve got to see.” I tried to regain my composure and joined her. I pressed my lips together at the sight of her in something so gorgeous…No, at the sight of that dress on a creature as gorgeous as she. Now the tough part: what to say? I didn’t want to sound like the pervert I was beginning to feel. I didn’t want to hesitate and make her feel bad, but…
“What a great dress!” I rushed in exclamation, then closed my eyes, thoroughly disgusted with myself. How original.
Gracious as always, she replied, “Isn’t it? The color’s so perfect. I’m bringing this with when I go to Vegas.” She made her way over to the full length mirror on the opposite wall, inspecting her reflection.
“Ooh, I bet that’ll be a hit.” I was breathing again. This was a good sign. This was probably directly correlated with the fact that she was clothed again.
“Well, I hope so. Now that I’m looking, I wonder if I shouldn’t have gone a size larger.” She smoothed her hands slowly down her sides from just above the waist nearly to her knees. “I mean look at my hips.” I didn’t need an invitation. They were perfectly rounded and the dress showed them off fabulously. Then again, being a woman myself, I did understand what it was like trying to assess yourself. Nothing ever looks right.
“I wouldn’t change it unless you’re uncomfortable. That’s the most important thing.” Wow. That had sounded vaguely useful. I was rather startled.
“Well I know, but I just hate to have people thinking I look dumb, ya know?” I knew. Her appearance was never less than stunning, now that I thought about it. “Eeh…Look, panty lines.” I looked. Yes, there they were. Oh, come on Eve. Say something.
“Hmm.” WELL, back to the really intelligent comments, were we? She seemed not to take notice and breezed over to the dresser that sat against the wall in the living room and pulled open the top drawer. Top drawer, mm? Dear me.
“I’m just going to try this out,” she said, holding up a tiny black thong. She pulled the skirt up to her waist and hooked her thumbs in the panties she currently wore, then paused. It was her turn to appear self-conscious. I smiled a little and looked away.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, letting the skirt drop slightly to cover her hips, and then pulling the one set of panties off. My heart was all aflutter again as she pulled the thong up her legs. I didn’t see, but I definitely heard. The satiny scuffing of the fabric sliding against her skin elicited some new-found desires in me.
“Well Angie was going to go with, but she started feeling sick at the last second, so it looks like it’ll just be me and the guys.” I looked up as soon as she began; just in time to see the hem of the dress flip up and the thong slide into place, covering very little. She’d done it again. I knew I blushed this time and could feel my normally quite stable stomach doing 180s.
“Always fun…” I finally admitted to myself how thoroughly I was enjoying this and spoke as little as possible. She turned to look at her backside in the mirror.
“Oh yeah, they’re great. Some of ’em are old friends just in town for the weekend.” She slid her hand quickly over her ass. No lines. “I’ve so been looking forward to this.” She paused, looking slightly disgruntled, and her eyes dropped to her hips.
“Well, I think maybe,” she stopped and squinted, “that this is as good as it’s going to get.” I shook my head. Oh, what the hell.
“You look incredible,” I declared, inwardly amazed that I managed to say it at all. She turned to face me, positively glowing.
“Thank you Sweetheart, how cute is that?” I would have been really irritated with most people for calling me cute, of course, but it was different with Jess. That was just such a ‘her’ thing to say. Besides, I was too busy being confused by my impulses to protest at the moment. Grabbing her jeans, she pranced off to Brandon’s room and tossed something into the hamper. Then back she went to the living room, and I decided to take a seat on the bedroom floor. Maybe I’d be able to sort myself out there.
Absorbed in thoughts that I’d never even wanted to have in the past, her every action seemed to invite me deeper into fantasy. She continued to talk to me as she redressed. I gawked as she walked past the door, her white shirt not quite hiding the area that the thong completely failed to conceal. What would it be like to touch that soft olive skin? I stayed firmly put and tried, to no avail, to concentrate on anything else.
After she was fully dressed, she bent down to pull on beige leather boots. It would have been so easy to just walk over and slide my arms around her waist…to let my lips touch her neck…to let my hands wander down to-
“Hi! It’s Jess. I’m doing great, thanks. Yeah, I think we should meet at The Tavern. Yep, I definitely do think that’d be the easiest. Then we can just go where ever from there.”
She stood in front of the mirror again, phone in one hand, gleefully swinging a patchwork handbag in the other. A suede coat polished her appearance, and I casually glanced in her direction as often as I thought I could get away with it.
What was coming over me? Usually I was so in control. I’d certainly never had this problem (if indeed that’s what this was) in the past. I shifted and noticed my nether lips slip against one another. My fingers rose, nervously tugging at a tendril of my dark curly hair, and I hoped with all I had that she didn’t realize what was on my mind.
“Nope, she’s got the flu, so it’ll just be me tonight. Yeah, lucky you!” Laughter cascaded into the room and I found myself liking everything about this human being. I realized this wasn’t a brand new feeling. This was the same thing that makes everything a guy says sound brilliant, as long as those sexy eyes stay locked on yours. It’s what we call infatuation.
I floated back to earth and glanced over at Brandon as Jess wrapped her phone conversation up. He was on his side, snuggled under a blanket and facing the t.v. When I leaned over enough to see his face, lo and behold, the little guy was already fast asleep. Damn, she was right; it was going to be an easy night. Shortly after I’d grabbed an issue of Cosmo and begun to page through it, she popped her head in to say goodbye. Seeing her sleeping son, she just winked, left a twenty on the computer desk as usual, and asked me to lock the door behind her.
After she left, I curled up in her rocker and allowed myself to calm down. Brandon never did wake up. A few reruns of The Osbournes and one MTV countdown later, the shrill ring of the phone startled me out of my television-induced trance. I was feeling much more at ease by now. I lifted the receiver.
“Hello?” I heard Jess laughing, but waited for her to acknowledge she’d heard me. I didn’t want her thinking I let strangers into the building
“Eve?” She dissolved into giggles again, and this time I was fairly sure I heard a male voice in the background.
“Hey Jess.” I buzzed her in, hung up and then unlocked the apartment door. I heard feet running up the steps and down the hall, then a stumble and more laughter. Hoo…they’d gotten hammered.
I was just slipping my shoes on as I heard what sounded like a knock on the door. Opening it, I saw Jess’ back and a guy who was busy falling toward Jess and me, since I’d moved the door he’d been leaning on.
“Whoa! I’m so sorry, you guys. I thought you were trying to…” I was interrupted by two very drunk, very startled, and now very on the floor people, howling at the mishap. At least they weren’t upset.
Jess finally caught her breath as the man stood up (considerably taller than either of us, I now noticed) and helped her to her feet. The fall had knocked a few strands of black hair down across his pale forehead, which he straightened as Jess introduced us.
“Eve, this is my good friend Nate. Nate, this is Eve, Brandon’s favorite babysitter.” I offered my hand and a quick greeting, and was met by a strong, but controlled shake. I realized he was probably a bit more sober than I’d originally thought.
“Hey now, she looks plenty old enough to be spared the ‘good friend’ term.” I grinned. Nice guy. “Jess, she’s even cuter than you said.” I blushed slightly, two piercing blue eyes smiling down into mine. I’d thought I was done with this for the night.
“Oh, leave her alone! She’ll think you’re a creep,” Jess scolded just a little too loudly, hitting Nate’s arm. Looked like my first assessment of her state was about right at least. “Besides, she has a boyfriend.”
I chuckled, shaking my head as I slipped my coat on over my tank. “Yeah well, such as it is. He lives 7 hours away.”
Nate’s eyes left their spot on his “good friend’s” smile and shifted over to study my face.
“I know how that goes, Baby. I really do.” I donned a slight smile and nodded, trying to be polite though I really didn’t know him from Adam. It didn’t help that I was feeling a little lonely and bitter, to boot. Truly, did he know how it went? Well, how nice for him.
Still, his gaze was steady and comforting, and as Jess looked back and forth between us, a little grin came to her lips. She kicked her boots off and ditched the socks as well.
“You in a hurry Eve? Stay and have a drink.” She strutted to the kitchen, and I saw Nates eyes follow that lovely ass, just as mine had done earlier. She wanted me here? I wondered to myself what she could have in mind, then shooed all the silly thoughts out of mind.
“Yeah, I suppose I can stay for a bit. I don’t have any classes till noon tomorrow, but I’m gonna be driving home. No alcohol for this chick.” She nodded, mixing herself a Bloody Mary.
“It’s okay, I got it Doll.” I looked up at this man, his sharp features accented in the low light of the entryway, and imagined he must be in his late 20’s. “Go ahead and have a drink. I was a Coke junky for the night, I can drive you home.”
“Great, thanks.” I cast him a sincere smile this time. That’d be good. I was a little on edge and thought a drink might actually help. Soft fingertips trailed down my upper arm and my eyes rose to meet the person touching me so gently.
“Don’t mention it,” he said softly. I took a deep breath, wanting to know what tonight might hold in store.
I turned to Jess, swallowing hard before I spoke. “I’d love a glass of wine, thank you.”
After a sip or two, we all three went to the living room. Jess grabbed Nate by the hand and sat him down on the couch, apparently preferring his lap to a chair. Taking my coat back off and tossing it over the back of my seat, I began to feel a bit awkward. I went to reposition myself on the rocker, as before, but was stopped by a reprimand suddenly shouted by Jess.
“WHAT are you doing, Silly? I made room for you here on the couch. Get over here!” As I moved over to the daybed they occupied, I noticed Jess undo the top button of her shirt. My mind flashed back to the uninhibited view of her torso I’d had earlier in the evening. Those recent memories raced to mind and yet again I found myself wet. Maybe the skin I’d seen earlier was less innocent on her behalf than I’d thought. I heard their voices again, but couldn’t focus. They were saying something. To me?
Suddenly two thick fingers snapped in front of my face, and I jumped. “Eve. You there, baby?” I sucked in a quick breath.
“Oh, yeah. I was just,” I stopped, trying my hardest not to stutter. “Just thinking about something I wanted to do tonight,” I stated truthfully, my eyes crawling down the delicate feminine neck in front of me. The smile on my friend’s face was constant, but I think Nate caught my drift, as a smirk silently crossed his lips. I took a gulp of my wine and adjusted my hair, trying to pull myself together.
“So,” this new, very soft and rich male voice probed, “Seven hours, hmm?” I responded with only a nod, still slightly flustered. “That’s a drag, Baby. It gets long between visits, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, God,” I sighed. He’d said it. “Yeah, it does honestly. We see each other maybe once every five or six weeks. Some nights I’d give almost anything to be on the receiving end of a good fucking.” Yes I would. Wow, yeah. A good fucking.
Dear Lord, had I just said that out loud?
If I’d had to judge by the hand small, cool hands that now traced my jaw, I’d have had to go with “Yes.”
“Oh, uhm, really I just meant-” And then I was hushed, two thumbs resting on my lips.
“So you wanna be fucked, do you Eve?” I blinked a few times, thinking I must not be awake. Was that deep, seductive tone coming from Jess? And was she offering? I was about to tell her yes, God yes, that she had no idea how I wanted to be fucked, but what would she say? Wait, no. Hell with her. What was I doing? That was the question. One that entirely failed to cross my mind.
Doesn’t matter though. I suppose it’s safe to assume she knew how much, ’cause before I could get word one out I felt her soft lips caressing my collar bone.
With that, the bottom dropped out from under everything I’d ever felt. A woman: female lips on my own skin. Not rough, no stubble, just soft, smooth, wet lips. As I finally remembered to let the breath escape my lungs, my eyes slipped shut and my mouth dropped open. I wanted to moan, but suddenly I could hardly remember how to move. The image of Nate letting his teeth scrape across the tender skin of her shoulder played before me, dissolving any last bits of self-control that remained.
Finally I managed to bring my hand to her thick hair, grasping a handful as she aroused entirely new sensations in me. She pressed forward, moving slowly along my upper chest, leaving a trail of kisses across my neck and only then letting just the very tip of her tongue graze my ear.
“Jess!” I gasped, and heard soft laughter as a shiver overtook my spine. She dived in, licking, sucking, nibbling and blowing against this sensitive skin, inviting goose bumps to crawl across my neck in fleets.
I felt her body move to press against me and instinctively wrapped my arms around her slender waist. The woman I’d been ogling over all night was now in my arms, and it had been her doing! I basked in the glory of her attention, savoring this sweet chill as I felt her breath run across the hot kisses she’d left on my skin. Leaning closer, I could just smell her perfume over the scent of alcohol and smoke that lingered on her.
Two warmer, larger hands came to rest on my hips, apparently from behind, and then there they were: her lips touching mine. Ohh, I’d wanted this. Her tongue plunged without hesitation between my lips, exploring my mouth. She rested her hands atop Nate’s, and together they slid slowly, torturously up my sides. When they reached my breasts, each was cupped by two hands, one small and urgent, the other large and impossibly gentle.
Jess’ experienced fingers teased my nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt, warming my cheeks and causing my heart to speed. My tongue danced against hers, and I tasted, for the first time, another woman. My hair was carefully pulled to the side and I felt warm breath on the back of my neck, then a soft kiss. The combination of his slow, measured touch and her fearless attitude seemed to sweep away all my inhibitions.
I reached down and grasped the hem of my shirt, pulling it quickly over my head. My breasts were met immediately with cool air, and then by direct attention from Jess; teeth softly bit down on one nipple as her hand passionately massaged the other small, firm orb. I brushed the hair out of her face and kissed her forehead, then leaned back against Nate’s solid form. He moved his head to the side, looking on quietly, and pressed his warm lips against my jawline.
My eyes squeezed shut as Jess gave me a solid pinch. This shot waves of pleasure directly to my cunt, and my pelvis leapt anxiously to grind against hers.
“Mm, it’s been a while, hasn’t it Sweetie?” Nate kissed my cheek as I struggled to let friction warm my clit. “Don’t worry,” he whispered, his hands resting over my tummy and lightly pulling me back against him. “We’ve got plenty of time. No rush.”
As I began to relax, Jess ran a finger down my midriff, deftly undoing my jeans. She slid her hands down my hips, moving back a little, and pushed the jeans down off me. I took a deep breath, nearly entirely exposed now.
“You’re absolutely beautiful, Eve.” Jess stared down at my flat stomach and small waist. Button after button, she revealed herself to Nate and me, then pulled her shirt off. Leaning down, she let her eyes roll seductively up to meet mine. The view she gave us was incredible: two full breasts hung down against black lace, and cleavage abounded. She shook her short hair back and stared at me with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
“And now you’ll get your wish.” I jumped as her tongue pressed against my clit through thin panties. She immediately began to drag it upward, pulling the fabric across the hardening little button. Finally, I let a moan slip free, my breath catching in my throat as she carefully clamped her teeth around just the right spot. This had me trying with all my might not to move too much, to let her work her magic.
I grasped at Nate’s hands and stiffened my diaphragm, still twitching upward whenever she touched my clit. Her educated movements and caresses were too much to bear for long. I pressed my lips tightly together, ready to come.
And then she stopped. Just as I hit the edge, she stopped. I moaned in disappointment.
“Mm, she’s amazing, isn’t she?” Nate uttered quietly. His cock pressed firmly against my back and he squeezed me more tightly.
“Y- yeah,” I whispered between gasps, my heart still pounding. I then felt her tongue slide down over my slit, my panties now completely soaked. The scent of feminine arousal, hers and mine, pervaded the room.
Her nose nudged my clit and I pressed myself against her. She moved her head back, grinning up at me.
“Not yet, Baby girl.” She teased me endlessly, it seemed. Right to the brink of bliss, then nothing for a minute or two. She seemed to delight in the noises I made, the wiggling of my hips, my hands grasping her shoulders when she’d stop. All the while Nate’s strong arms stayed around me, the bulge of his cock being rubbed against my back with each squirm.
As I was coming close for the fourth or fifth time, she simply got up. My eyes widened.
“Jess, please!” My pussy begged to be touched. She somehow managed to be calm, reaching back and unclasping her bra, letting it drop to the floor. This produced a hum of contentment from Nate. Then off came her jeans, uncovering the whole of this dame, who now wore only that tiny black thong.
Nate stood, setting me on the couch to whimper. He tugged the skimpy underwear off Jess and tossed it to the side. One arm on her back and the other behind her knees, he lifted and laid her on the carpeted floor beneath him. His eyes left hers neither when he pulled his swollen cock out of his pants, nor when he called over to me.
“Come join us, Dear. Strip first.” With that he bent down and sucked at the hard nipple that crowned a pillowy breast. I did just as he’d said, then knelt beside them. Jess’ hands guided my hips over to her so that I faced Nate. Straddling her face and letting her pull me down, I felt her wet mouth press against me. She gave me a few licks and then introduced me to the most amazing suction I’ve ever experienced.
Again, I built up from zero. A slow tingling grew deep within me. I heard and felt her moan as Nate entered her. She let her tongue slip inside me and her lips rubbed maddeningly against mine. I stared over at Nate, knowing the man must be dying for release as much as I was. He started to thrust faster, harder. Jess moved back to my clit. As we both groaned, the tiny vibrations of her mouth pulled me closer. She got louder…and less focused. Finally she bit down hard. I screamed, the pain getting to me as much as the need for orgasm. Not wanting to risk more of that than I could handle, I leaned back on my arms and lifted my hips, now hovering just above the most incredible mouth I’d encountered yet in my life. My legs quivered slightly, but I was as concerned that Jess be free for the moment as I was about protecting myself from injury.
With my mind taken off other things, I noticed the soft tummy before me tighten. I watched Jess come, and her rhythmically clenching lips were the last straw for Nate. He grabbed her hips and his body took over. Eyes tightly shut, he bucked against her until he too peaked, panting her name. I watched him come down, feeling Jess’ hot breath against my pussy. Ohh, how long was my wait going to be…
As if in answer, and without a word, I was lifted to the rocker and straddled by Jess. Her lips devoured mine before I had the chance even to process what was going on. She knelt above me, squeezing my firm breasts in her hands. As I soaked in the feeling of her body atop mine, a new presence made itself known between my thighs. Lips opened onto my pussy and a tongue flicked confidently over my most sensitive spot. I was so over-stimulated that any direct contact stung, but I absolutely needed to come. My breath was ragged as the tongue flattened itself over my lips and pulled up in long, sure strokes. This was unreal.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, a shudder coursing through me. “Please don’t stop!” No sooner had I caught my breath after that hoarse request than Nate’s large and slightly rough finger slipped between my slick lips. As he caught the very core of my being and tugged me closer, low and urgent grunts found my ears. My eyes squeezed shut when I realized they were coming from my lips; my young cunt closed tightly around his finger and I felt myself held more tightly to a warm, soft body.
“Jess, I…” Panting, I clawed at her back, my legs shaking as I grasped at any shreds of control I still thought I had left. “I’m so cl…Oh Nate, I need to come! You’ve got to let me come,” I pleaded breathlessly. Lips caught mine, releasing them almost as quickly, and I opened my eyes to see Jess’ face twisted in pleasure. She’d been grinding wildly against my pelvis and lower tummy. The state I’d been in, however, had kept me from noticing. Oh, but what a sight! She threw her head back in what looked like agony, but the shivers I felt against me made her excitement clear. This only increased my desire, and a sweaty mix of frustration and passion overtook me.
Nate continued evenly dragging his mouth upward, his finger steadily increasing the speed of his thrusts along with the pressure he put on me from inside. This was too much. I arched my back, holding my breath for release. The fire in my clit and the one burning deep in my tummy suddenly collided. Oh yes. OH Yes. I was going to come! Finally, I only needed to let it happen! Still, the build-up was excruciating. To be so close…
“FUCK!” One incredible spasm racked my body, my cunt clenching around one relentless, beloved finger. “OH Jess, Nate…Ah-” My voice quivered just above a whisper until a second wave gripped my body and tore my voice away. Soft arms wrapped my torso up while one strong hand held me from behind, steadying me as he plunged into me again and again.
It was dizzying. My breath was gone, and all I could do was feel. It was as if a torrent of hot rain showered me, touching every inch of my body. I tingled. I held on. I breathed. Finally, slowly, painfully, it subsided. Even as my body tried to relax, every last twitch shot straight through me. Nate was gentle though, letting up, only kissing now.
I collapsed against Jess, and she against me, my cheek resting on her shoulder. I felt my hair stroked and my skin softly kissed. My eyes eventually focused as Nate’s softly smiling face came into view. He lifted Jess in his arms as if it was nothing and laid her tenderly on the daybed. Turning back to me after she was settled, he scooped me up and placed me directly next to her.
Jess touched her lips to mine and Nate nuzzled his head just beneath our chins for a few beautiful moments. Jess sighed and wrapped her arms around me, snuggling in and looking utterly contented. A combination of exertion and alcohol soon kicked in and her breathing evened out, betraying what I thought was eternal energy.
Nate smiled and leaned in, placing the palm of his hand on my cheek and kissing me. “I’ll be right back, my girl.” I smiled and gazed after his well-built form as he strolled to the bathroom.
The calm that settled over me was lovely, but somehow I wasn’t sleepy. As I relaxed there, looking down at Jess lying in my arms, the night caught up with me. I’d…been with a woman. And it had been amazing. She was beautiful, and compassionate, and there was no way a single regret would manage to creep in. I kissed the neck of her sleeping figure, holding her to me in a way I’d never held anyone before. A throaty moan escaped her as she slept and I smiled, knowing this night, and her voice, would always be a part of me.
The rush of the tap echoing from the bathroom brought me back to myself. I stretched and ran my fingers through my hair. Standing up, careful not to disturb the beauty I’d had the pleasure of knowing more intimately tonight, I began to gather my clothes. I was still slightly shaky and steadied myself against a wall as I dressed. I smoothed my clothes out, did my best to put myself back together, but I knew there was no way.
A door creaked open and Nate emerged, looking wonderful. He walked up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my forehead softly.
“It’s late. I should probably be getting you home, Sweetheart.” I nodded, but stayed close to him for a few moments more. I didn’t want this night to end. He smiled down at me, then reached over and grabbed my coat, holding it open for me.
“Come on, Doll.” I sighed and slid my arms into the sleeves as he pulled it shut, letting his arms wrap me up once again.
We walked silently down to the driveway and I began to head toward my car, when he grabbed my hand.
“How are we going to work this, Hun?” I looked blankly at him for what seemed like minutes, not quite understanding what he was getting at. “The cars. If I drive you home in yours, I have no way of getting back. If we take my car, yours is stranded here.” Ah. I laughed, having thought he was talking about something more serious. At least the silence had been broken.
“Oh, I can have my roommate drop me off here to get my car tomorrow. That’s no problem.” He smiled and wrapped his arm around my waist, turning toward the end of the drive.
“Glad that’s settled.” I nodded. We took our time on the way to the car, taking in the cool air and night sky. We reached his cute little black Neon and he went to open the passenger side door, then stopped and turned to face me. “So you and your boyfriend…are you serious?” He didn’t look worried, but a calm concern did shape his expression. I looked into his eyes.
“Yes, we are.” He didn’t flinch. I’d known I liked this guy. “But we’re very open with each other. David will know about this by tomorrow night.” His features seemed to soften and he nodded, opening the door for me, then swinging it shut after me.
“He handled that well,” I whispered to myself as I watched him walk around the front of the car and reach into his right pocket, producing a set of keys. He hopped in the car and quickly started the engine.
As we pulled out of the half-circle in front of the apartment building, I thought he looked rather distracted. Beginning to wonder if there was something wrong after all, my finger rose to tug at a strand of hair, pushing a bunch of curls behind my ear.
“Eve,” and then he paused. I tensed. “Did you enjoy what we did tonight?”
“OH,” I half giggled. “Yes, yeah I most definitely did enjoy it.” I sighed, relieved, and he nodded. The city lights streamed past us as we drove the empty streets of early Sunday.
“And,” another pause, “And do you think David will enjoy hearing about it?” I considered this for a moment, then answered honestly.
“I do. If he’s jealous it will only be because he wasn’t around to help.” He adjusted his grip on the steering wheel.
“Eve, why don’t you invite him to join the three of us next time he’s in town.” He kept his eyes on the road, slowly releasing all his breath. I stared over at him.
“You’d be okay with that? Both of you?” He visibly relaxed, glancing over for the slightest moment.
“My dear, we’d love to have you here together.” He patted my leg, softly rubbing back and forth. He had a very comforting presence. “Please, bring him. I’m sure we would have a lot of fun.” I laughed again.
“I’m sure we would,” I agreed. “He’s actually suggested this kind of thing in the past, but we don’t- we didn’t know anyone who would be comfortable with it. So this is great. But I can’t promise that I won’t hog him. I don’t see him that often.” I shook my head, smirking a little. “And I’ve learned to love myself, but there are some things your fingers just can’t do.” I must have drifted off, because it startled him when I spoke again, soft and distracted as my words were.
“You come to miss that when you only see someone…” There was no positive note to end that thought on. “So seldom.” I turned to look out the window, more to hide my emotion than to see anything, but in so doing I realized we weren’t on the way to my place.
“Nate, this is Blackberry Park. We should have gone…” He turned onto the wooded drive without a word. I thought for a moment. “I never told you where I live.” He slowed the car to a stop, shaking his head.
“I thought you might at least want to talk for a while. And I know it’s David you miss, but I still might be able to help you, Sweetheart.” He turned the key and the motor quit. Reaching over to my leg again, he slid his hand lightly up my inner thigh. “Was I wrong in thinking that?” I should have been scared at this point, but fear was far from my mind. I’d just met this guy, but still…
I tried to speak, but I only succeeded in blushing. He leaned over to my side of the car and laid a soft kiss on my lips, then smiled.
“You might be surprised how roomy the back seat of this little car is.” I looked up at him and laughed. It’d been a while since I’d resorted to that, but it seemed almost the natural thing at that point. His gentle eyes locked on mine and he kissed me again, his lips softer than most. With that, he opened his door and stepped up, out of his seat, letting a blast of cool air in. My nipples hardened as much from anticipation as from cold.
My door was opened for me, and then I was swept off my feet and into strong arms. He nuzzled my neck, inhaling deeply as his nose pushed my collar to the side. I felt myself stiffen, and he looked up.
“Oh Hun, if you’re not comfortable with thi-
“No,” I broke in. “That’s not it. David knows I love him, we’re both very secure in this area.” His eyes probed mine as I spoke. “He’s just the only guy I’ve been with. I know his body like mine. I only met you tonight.” Nate ran his index finger down my cheek.
“Baby,” he whispered, “You are obviously a very sexual being. We all saw that tonight. The length of time you’ve been at it doesn’t change who you are. You might learn more down the road, but if you were to ask my opinion, I’m persuaded you’re as powerful,” he kissed my cheek, “And seductive, and amazing now as you’d ever need to be.”
Sometimes it’s enough to be told what you already know. A little flattery doesn’t hurt either. I smiled, reassured that he saw me as I felt I was. I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck, resting my cheek next to his.
That settled and both of us itching to feel one another on a deeper level, he laid my body ‘neath his on the soft blanket he had spread in the back. I wondered how much of this Jess and he had planned ahead of time. That question was driven out of mind as his hand crawled up my torso to grip my right breast. His nose brushed against mine, our lips not quite touching.
“I want you, Eve.” His breath was hotter and the source closer to my mouth with each word. “I tasted you tonight, my hands and lips touched you, but I want to feel you…” I found myself struggling to keep my eyes on his as I waited for him to finish. “I want to feel you with this.” He nudged his body closer, his restrained but solid cock pressing against my thigh.
I stared up into midnight eyes and tightened my embrace. I’d never felt so close to a relative stranger.
“And right now I need you more than you know.” I gave him a slow kiss, letting my tongue linger next to his. “Nice how things work out.” A look of hunger filled his eyes and our lips met again, this time with fire behind them. He wasted no time with formalities, unbuttoning my jeans, reaching up my shirt and sliding his hand around a bare breast.
I’m not even sure how he managed, but within seconds he had the head of his engorged cock running along my newly bared stomach. Soft skin cradled even softer skin, but it seemed so dirty, so sexy; what was purely beautiful to my mind was sending some more direct messages to my body. Not surprisingly, my body won this one.
I leaned back on my shoulders, lifting my hips enough to push my jeans and panties down over them. As the freshly moistened fabric pulled away from my skin, the swollen folds tingled with pleasure. He tugged them off the rest of the way and, in the process, slid my sandals off as well.
At that point, I imagined I was about to be unceremoniously fucked, and to be honest I wouldn’t have argued. But to my surprise and delight, as I closed my eyes in anticipation it was a kiss I felt, and on my neck. Then a hand on either side, fingers entwined in my hair. I opened my eyes and saw his back arch, hips curved down to touch mine. I didn’t expect him to start talking to me.
“If you want to, imagine I’m him. I don’t mind.” Hadn’t seen that coming either. I nodded, thinking about it. Looking up and directing his head to face me, I kissed his nose.
“I love him, and yes I miss him. But right now it’s you I want.” With that, he smiled down at me, wrapped me in his arms and nudged the tip of his dick between the slick petals of my sex. My inner lips were swollen, separated gently, beckoning him deeper. Still, he only danced across my slit. I dragged his shirt up his torso, letting it scrape across his nipples as I pressed my pussy against his noticeably throbbing dick.
He sucked in a breath and bit his lip, still not willing to give in. His hands moved to my hips, his grip tightening as he moved up. Mine slipped around to the small of his back, pulling lightly downward, my hips curving up to meet him. I felt him at the brink of entering, and held him to me, wiggling my hips from side to side. He leaned his head back, groaning. I knew he could begin to feel me squeezing the tip of his prick and tightened my muscles.
His eyes dimmed and his mouth dropped open in a voiceless sigh. Still, he stayed where he was. So he was going to be stubborn? Okay, I’d just have to convince him.
“You want in, don’t you? To feel my walls closed in around that lovely dick of yours?” He looked down into my eyes, steadying his breathing and digging his fingers into my sides. “Don’t play,” I whispered. “Fuck me.” Again the fire in his eyes was ignited. His jaw was set as his focus on me narrowed. “Fuck me!” I demanded.
Finally, he let himself go. No longer holding himself up, his weight all fell on his pelvis as he pushed inside. There was a little friction at first, which he took full advantage of, thrusting furiously. He nestled the heels of his hands at my thighs and pushed my legs up, then lifted my hips a little, expertly hitting the just the right spot again and again.
Our eyes met and then he leaned in, sucking on my neck, never missing a beat. I wrapped my arms around his back, running my fingers along the arch his spine had become, feeling him move inside me. With each pump came an involuntary little grunt. His lips left my neck and as he sat up, I saw them pressed and rubbed together, his concentration apparent. The sound of very wet suction mixed with his overdue exhalation, and I began to feel his legs shake.
I returned his thrusts, tensing my cunt around him, doing everything I could to come, though I knew it would take more than that. I whimpered as the attempt I knew would fail, did, and his eyebrows arched sympathetically. He kissed my lips softly, an action that, although it may not have been the conventional match to the situation, sent chills through me. He lowered me back down to the seat, still thrusting, and slid his hands over my hips, where they parted ways.
One hand caressed my neck and chin as the other was nestled between the two of us, just above my slit. Slowly, softly, nearly undetectably, his thumb slipped over the one tiny spot on my body that would facilitate release. I squeezed my eyes shut, again clenching my lips around him. He repeated the delicate motion, holding the skin he’d tugged along down for a moment. His timing was perfect, the strokes separated by just enough so that I didn’t lose it.
I wanted to beg, wanted to scream, to tell him how much I needed this, but it wasn’t necessary. He knew. And he was in control now. He had me right there, just before the top of the hill, where you hold your breath and wait for the shattering plummet. Still he thrusted slowly, still planting soft kisses along my cheek.
“Please,” I whispered, holding him tightly to me. He nodded, kissed me slowly and swiped his thumb twice in a row across my hard little button. His thrusts sped up as well, and we came together, quietly, intensely, intimately. I’d never been more satisfied.
I don’t know how long we lay there last night, our hearts beating against one another, our legs intertwined. I do know that the next time Jess calls wanting me to babysit, there will be four of us sharing ourselves, and learning who we are.