Alyssa and Jamie pick up Scott and Mark, from the local night club, and the night is ripe of possibilities… if only Alyssa could decide exactly what she wanted.
1.
It was in January, the night was cold and every breath turned into a big white cloud of mist. Even if the temperature was freezing the queue outside the nightclub was long. Somewhere in the middle Marc and Scott was trying to keep warm while waiting for their turn.
“Damn! I wish I was more wasted!” Scott mumbled.
“Umhm,” Marc replied. “And have the doorman refusing you?”
“Ah, well… I meant this freezing cold…”
“Yeah I know.”
“I guess I’d rater freeze like a dog and get in,” Scott finally sighed.
Almost a quarter of an hour later it was finally their turn to be let into the warmth. They both smiled as they stepped inside. It was not just the higher temperature of the club that made them smile though. They looked around and wherever the looked there was fresh, sweet opportunities just waiting to be taken advantage of.
Marc handed over his jacket to the checkroom attendant and as he entered the actual nightclub he mentally rubbed his hands.
“Check her out,” he mumbled and nodded at a tall girl with dark hair, sitting alone by the bar counter.
“She looks like the kind of woman that eat guys like you for breakfast,” Scott joked.
“She can eat me anytime,” Marc replied and started towards the woman.
2.
Jamie was leaning against the bathroom wall with a beer in her hand. She frowned when once again a wisp of her copper hair, escaped from the knot in the back of her head, fell down the sides of her face and seemed to want to get into her eyes. She placed the rebellious lock behind her ear, not wanting to remake her hairdo again. She was eager to finish in here and get back out.
Alyssa was standing in front of the mirror. She was something of an opposite of her friend. She was short, and her straight hair was flowing freely down the sides and back of her head, reaching past her shoulders, almost to half her back. Her blue eyes would usually only flash quickly at anyone that watched her before she lowered them again. She leaned closer to the bathroom mirror, then sighed and glanced at Jamie beside her.
“My eyeliner is all fucked up,” she mumbled.
“As if any of the horny guys here will notice?” Jamie replied and took a sip of her beer.
Alyssa frowned.
“So, you were saying?” Jamie said, prodding Alyssa.
“Well, ever since Thomas and I broke up…”
“Yes?” Jamie said when Alyssa fell silent.
“I’ve been feeling…”
“Horny?”
“Jamie!” Alyssa cried. “I was going to say… empty.”
“That’s just a nice way of saying you’re horny… you need someone to ‘fill’ your emptiness girl.”
“My god!” Alyssa’s light blue eyes grew wide with shock. “I do NOT need … that!”
Jamie smiled.
3.
Marc was smiling at Kate, the tall woman by the bar counter.
“It’s been nice talking to you,” he said and got up. “But I’ve left my friend alone long enough.”
“It was nice talking to you too,” Kate said.
“Do you have e-mail?” Marc asked and when Kate nodded he picked out a notebook and a pencil. “Write it down…” he said and placed the notebook on the counter in front of her.
“Why?” Kate said.
“So that I can send you eleven emails a day, of course.”
“Uhum?”
“Trust me,” Marc said. “It’s gonna be okay.”
Kate picked up the pencil and gave Marc another glance before she started writing.
“Write your number too,” Marc added while catching the attention of the bartender. As if her number wouldn’t mean anything. Right.
Kate looked at him, trying to determine if she should give up the number or not.
He frowned. “I’m telling you, don’t worry… You know, with that kind of jumpy attitude you should be happy any guy talks to you…”
Kate laughed, she had been approached by almost half a dozen guys the hour she’d been in the club. She wrote down her phone number under her mail address.
“Thanks,” Marc said, smiling at Kate before turning to the bartender.
4.
Jamie pushed a wisp of hair out of her face and looked at Alyssa who was leaning closely to the mirror trying to mend her eyeliner. She stared down at the toilet with a frown. She had to pee. She tore off several lengths of toilet paper and wiped the seat.
Finally she straightened her back. Was Alyssa watching her? It seemed as if Alyssa had twisted her eyes back into the mirror with a start but the movement was so small Jamie could not be sure. She smiled into the mirror and into her girlfriend’s eyes while she pulled up her tight mini skirt around her waist and started to push down her black lace panties.
When Jamie’s crotch was bared, Alyssa’s eyes grew wide. Her gaze stuck between Jamie’s legs, then darted back at the mirror as Jamie sat down on the toilet.
“What?” Jamie suddenly asked as she caught Alyssa’s glances. A small smile was playing in the corners of her mouth.
“You’re shaved?” Alyssa asked breathlessly.
Jamie parted her legs and looked down at her hairless mound.
“Yeah…” She caressed herself, making Alyssa swallow. “You like it?”
“It… it looks… isn’t that prickly?”
“No,” Jamie slowly smiled. “Wanna feel it?” she added with a sly grin.
“Jamie!” Alyssa gasped and turned back to the mirror.
Jamie couldn’t wipe her grin off her face even after they had left the restroom and headed for the bar.
“What?” Alyssa yelled over the loud music.
“You’re a prude,” Jamie replied with a grin and started working her way through the mass of people standing in front of the counter.
Alyssa frowned at her back and started to follow her. What gave Jamie the right to call her a prude? She decided to ask Jamie what she meant when she was suddenly squeezed between two large guys. Alyssa ruthlessly pushed her elbow into the side of one of the guys – Scott. He twitched and turned to her.
“Sorry,” Alyssa said, smiled and continued, but she was stopped when Scott took her by her arm.
“Listen,” he said, dead calm expression on his face. “Either warn me in advance or at least try to grope me gently next time?”
“Grope you?”
“Yeah,” he said, “you just keep pretending as if nothing happened. I know why you’re trying to reach the counter.”
“Alcohol?”
“Well, all the guys are here… I bet you’re groping every one of them!”
“You wish!” Alyssa frowned at him.
“I wish?” Scott replied without blinking. “I wish that women wouldn’t take advantage of me as soon as I turn my back at them.”
“Poor little baby, are the women bad?” Alyssa laughed.
“Don’t belittle me,” Scott warned and with one glance from her head to toe he sighed and left.
Alyssa stared after him until Jamie returned from the counter with two drinks in her hands.
“What was that about?” she asked and peered after Scott.
“An asshole,” Alyssa replied and took her drink.
“Cute one too,” Jamie said as they headed for a still empty table.
“Maybe, but way too conceited for my taste.”
“You’re such a prude!”
“Don’t say that!”
Jamie laughed and met her eyes for another couple of seconds before she turned facing the room. “So, where’s the cuties?”
“There’s one?” Alyssa said and nodded in the direction of a tall, well-built man with a ponytail.
“I’d love to see him curing your emptiness,” Jamie grinned.
“I can imagine. I’d probably had to lock the door to keep you out of the bed… bedroom.”
“Would you?”
“Lock the door?” Alyssa asked.
“To keep me out of the bed?”
Alyssa swallowed, but before she had a chance to answer someone appeared by the table. Both girls looked up. A tall guy, with blond short hair, somewhat drunk, was looking down at them. He leaned on the table, looking at Alyssa, then Jamie.
“You two have boyfriends, right?” he said, slightly slurring.
Jamie and Alyssa only shared a quick glance before they both nodded.
“Of course,” Jamie smiled, her deep green eyes shimmering.
The guy swallowed at the intensity of Jamie’s stare before straightening his back again.
“I just wanted you to know you’re two damn fine women,” he said, hesitated and left.
Jamie and Alyssa looked at each other again and started giggling.
“It’s hard,” Jamie gasped between giggles.
“Don’t be like that,” Alyssa tried to frown but giggled again.
“That was fun,” Jamie sighed after she had regained her composure. “Let’s dance?”
5.
Half of the people in the club seemed to be on the dance floor and it could very well have been that they were. The space was huge and packed with moving, turning people. Spots of flashing green, red and blue light where playing over ecstatic faces. The music pumped and anyone in the room felt the pulse, and the urge to dance.
“There’s your asshole,” Jamie yelled to Alyssa and nodded at Marc and Scott dancing next to a group of several women. She grabbed Alyssa’s hand and started to pull her towards the dance floor.
On the dance floor, Jamie tried to push Alyssa closer to Marc and Scott but Alyssa slipped out of her grip and with a mischievous grin she pushed Jamie into Marc. Marc turned around and looked at Jamie who smiled at him and shrugged her shoulders before facing back to Jamie, she was grinning broadly by then.
Marc turned away from Jamie as well but just seconds after he could feel what couldn’t have been anything else than Jamie’s ass grinding into his thigh. He turned again, tapped Jamie’s shoulder and when she turned around this time he smiled and leaned into her.
“Stop pushing!” he yelled over the music and turned his back at Jamie again.
Jamie laughed, and so did Alyssa when Jamie told her what Marc have said. While Jamie and Alyssa’s eyes met with a mischievous shimmer Jamie once more danced backwards until she ground her ass into Marc again. This time Marc didn’t seem to notice at all but when Jamie gave up and danced back to Alyssa he moved backwards, mimicking her dance but exaggerating it. Alyssa started to laugh and just as Jamie wanted to know what she was laughing about Marc ground his ass into Jamie in return. She grinned, reached behind and squeezed.
Marc turned around and when Jamie glanced over her shoulder he shook his head and wiggled his finger at her before dancing back to Scott again. Alyssa laughed again. Jamie grinned.
“That’s a to good challenge to resist,” Jamie yelled to Alyssa.
“What?” Alyssa asked.
Jamie shook her head and while holding Alyssa’s hands she danced over to Marc and Scott, backwards. This time she simply stepped in front of Marc and while innocently dancing her ass ground into his crotch leaving a distinct impression of firm, tight girl flesh. Marc bit his lip before breaking out in laughter. He took Jamie by her hip and spun her around.
“Marc,” he yelled to her.
“Jamie,” came the reply.
They smiled at each other.
Alyssa glanced at Scott before looking straight ahead again, as if he didn’t existed.
But he is quite cute, she thought.
Jamie wrapped her arms around Marc’s neck while grinding even more into him as she moved her body in undulating waves in sync with the music.
“What do you think of my pushing now?” she asked him.
“Taking liberties, aren’t we?” Marc replied and pushed her at arms length. He sought eye contact with Scott. He made a sign as if drinking a beer and just as Alyssa slid up beside Scott and gave him a soft tackle Scott nodded agreement. Scott smiled at Alyssa and followed Marc off the floor.
Alyssa stared after him and for the second time in less than an hour she cursed him and called him an asshole. Jamie grabbed her hand and pulled her off the dance floor as well. For a second Alyssa feared her friend would follow Marc and Scott but instead Jamie headed for the restrooms.
There was a huge queue to the girls’ restrooms, as usual and while standing in the queue Jamie kept Alyssa’s hand in hers. Alyssa liked the warm, comforting feeling of her friend’s hand and took half a step closer to her.
Suddenly Marc and Scott appeared on their way to the men’s restroom. Marc spotted them and came over.
“Hi,” he said and reached out his hand to Alyssa. “Marc.”
“Alyssa,” Alyssa replied, took his hand and lowered her eyes.
“Nice meeting you Alyssa, this is Scott,” Marc continued while stepping aside and letting Scott reach out his hand.
Alyssa took his hand reluctantly but when she noticed the amusement in Scott’s eyes she took the hand and smiled at him, determined not to let him push her around.
“Alyssa,” she said.
“I’m charmed,” Scott smiled back at her before letting go again.
“See you around,” Marc said to Jamie before he turned and started back towards the men’s restroom.
Just as Scott turned his back at Jamie and Alyssa and started to follow him, Alyssa reached after him and slapped his ass before straightening her back again. She looked away from him, an innocent expression on her face. Scott came to a dead stop and turned around looking at her with a question in his eyes.
“What?” Alyssa asked and shook her head.
Scott didn’t reply, instead he disappeared into the restroom with an amused smile on his lips.
“So?” Jamie asked when she and Alyssa finally were alone in a toilet. “What do you think so far?”
“I’m actually a bit bored,” Alyssa replied and checked her make-up in the mirror.
“Mhm,” Jamie said, dropped the toilet paper she had been cleaning the seat with into the bowl, pulled up her skirt, pulled down her panties and sat. She sighed as she emptied her bladder. “I wish you could get drunk without all the drinking.”
“Maybe you should wish for a larger bladder?” Alyssa chuckled.
Jamie looked up but Alyssa wasn’t meeting her gaze. Being less sober Alyssa had dropped some of her polished facade and now her eyes were glued between her girlfriend’s legs. Alyssa ripped of a wad of paper and dried herself before rising and flushing the toilet. Instead of pulling her panties back on she stepped out of them, careful not to drop them on the floor and while Alyssa watched her wide-eyed she placed the panties in her purse.
“That’s a tip for making boredom go away,” Jamie smiled. “Here’s another.”
She stepped closer to Alyssa, grabbed her hand and before Alyssa could stop her she pushed Alyssa’s hand between her thighs. Alyssa twitched and gasped.
“Accept your impulses,” Jamie mumbled into Alyssa’s ear. “Smooth, huh?”
“Jamie,” Alyssa mumbled and tried to pull her hand away.
“You know you wanted this.”
“No.”
Alyssa was breathing shallowly, her knees were shaking. She had to remove her hand, get away. Somehow the strange, but yet so familiar, shape of Jamie’s crotch against her hand were scaring her numb. The room suddenly got warm. She was sweating. She told herself the moist between her own legs were sweat.
Jamie moved her hip and Alyssa’s fingers slid from smooth, warm skin over slippery wetness. Alyssa gasped and this time Jamie let go of her hand as she pulled to get free. Alyssa backed up against the wall but Jamie followed.
“Now,” Jamie said with a sly grin. “Let’s see what we can do about your boredom.”
6.
Scott poured salt on the space between his thumb and index finger and waited for Marc to do the same. They took the piece of lemon in the hand with the salt.
“Ready?” Scott asked.
“Ready!” Marc confirmed, licked the salt, downed the tequila and took the lemon in his mouth, letting the aftertaste of the liquor mix with the sour lemon juice. “Ahhh,” he sighed and slammed his shot glass into the counter upside down. “Yeah!”
Scott did the same and laughed.
“So?” Marc asked. “What do you think so far?”
“I think I got stuck with the sulky one.”
Marc laughed.
“Yeah, she is in desperate need of someone that makes her laugh. Why don’t you help her?”
Scott laughed as well just about to reply when Marc felt someone trying to squeeze in behind him. He turned around facing a blond woman a head shorter than him.
“Was that you?” he asked.
“What?” she replied.
“Did you just crop a feel?”
“Certainly not!”
“Uhum. I don’t believe you.”
“Yeah?” the woman asked and flung her hair out of her face. She had an obstinate look on her face. “Maybe I don’t care what your believe?”
“By all means,” Marc smiled and turned back to Scott. He was doing a poor job of keeping a straight face.
It took exactly two seconds before someone squeezed his ass.
“I’d better live up to the accusation,” the blond said, grinning widely.
She turned to leave but Marc took her arm and held her back.
“I didn’t say I wanted you to squeeze my ass,” he told her. “In fact. I’d appreciate if you didn’t…”
“Yeah?” the blond said and leaned on the counter. “I don’t believe you…”
Marc laughed and took a sip from his beer while his eyes stayed on the blond woman.
“What?” she asked with an irritated frown.
“I’m not falling for the brat-routine.”
“The what!?”
7.
If Alyssa would have been able to, she would have pushed through the wall and escaped, but something held her back, other than the fact that it was impossible to push through the sturdy wall of the restroom.
“Wha… what are you…?” she gasped.
“Making my friend happy,” Jamie replied and dropped her hands. Her fingers were gently playing with Alyssa’s skirt.
“I… I’m happy,” Alyssa’s voice failed her.
“No you’re not.”
Jamie’s hands slid under Alyssa’s skirt and before Alyssa realized what she was up to her panties were yanked down. Jamie squatted in front of Alyssa and pulled the skimpy garment all the way down around Alyssa’s ankles.
“Lift your feet,” Jamie said but Alyssa did not move. “Do it!”
“Please, Jamie!”
Jamie’s gaze was stern but she didn’t speak, and Alyssa didn’t move.
“Come on. It’ll be fun and no-one will know.”
“Everyone will know!”
“With a knee long skirt? No way!”
Alyssa still didn’t move. Jamie left her panties on the floor and straightened with a sigh.
“Sure?” she asked, her face just a couple of centimeters away from Alyssa’s.
Alyssa stared at her wide-eyed. They gazed at each other for a long time. Jamie smiled and leaned even closer as if kissing Alyssa, and Alyssa closed her eyes. Jamie felt a tingle in her belly, and between her legs. She bit her lower lip but she didn’t kiss Alyssa. Instead she waited until Alyssa opened her eyes and looked at her again. She brushed her lips gently over Alyssa’s and moved back a bit. Alyssa did what Jamie had planned and took a small step after Jamie. Jamie backed off further and Alyssa took another step.
With a quick movement Jamie squatted and swept Alyssa’s panties off the floor. When she rose again Alyssa stared at her for a long moment. Then Jamie buried her nose in Alyssa’s panties and took a deep sniff. This was too much for Alyssa and with a lunge she grabbed Jamie and pushed her hard against the opposite wall and pinned her arms against the wall. She was breathing heavily, her face just a few centimeters away from Jamie’s. This lasted a couple of seconds then Alyssa virtually attacked Jamie, planting a huge kiss on her mouth while pushing her tongue into her girlfriend’s mouth and grinding her crotch at hers.
Jamie’s reply wasn’t long in coming and she managed to pull her arms out of Alyssa’s grasp and started pulling up her skirt. When they felt the contact of naked skin against their crotches as they ground into one another once more they gasped in unison. Jamie reached for Alyssa’s ass, but before she could grab her, Alyssa bolted away from her.
“What am I doing?” Alyssa breathed. “Give me my panties!” she mumbled but Jamie shook her head and Alyssa turned and started fumbling with the door instead.
“Just let me…” Jamie started but Alyssa flung the door open and escaped.
Alyssa came out of the rest rooms and the first thing she saw was Scott staring at her. She stopped. She was in a public place and she had no panties on. She was virtually naked. If someone flipped her skirt up, if she fell, if she… She felt vulnerable, and horny. And Jamie was just behind her… After an initial impulse to go the other way Alyssa started walking towards Scott and Marc.
“Lets dance?” she asked when she stood in front of Scott. She grabbed his hand, pulling him with her without really waiting for his reply.
8.
Jamie had to hide behind her purse as best as she could while she pulled down her skirt. She could swear at least one of the women outside the bathroom had seen she was nude under.
Alyssa was not waiting outside the restroom. She cursed her for being an idiot while her eyes kept searching all the faces around her. “Isn’t that Marc?” she thought as her eyes stuck on a tall, blond guy in the bar. “Marc without Scott…” She started to make her way over to Marc. As she reached him she had to tap his shoulder to get his attention. He was busy picking up some blond that seemed more interested in humiliating him with harsh comments. He seemed to love it.
“Marc?” Jamie asked impatiently.
“Yeah?” he replied slowly turning her way. “Hey there…”
“Have you seen Alyssa? Is she with Scott?”
“Wait…” Marc turned back to the blond. “Listen, Jackie,” he continued. “Do you have e-mail?”
“Who’s that?” Jackie asked and nodded towards Jamie.
“Just a friend.”
“Just a friend, huh?”
Marc noticed that she was biting her lower lip in hesitance and he was mentally rubbing his hands. This was going way better than he could have expected.
“I can give you my e-mail,” Jackie said while going through her purse in chase of a pencil but Marc produced one before she found hers. He opened the notebook on an empty page and held it open while giving her the pen.
“Let’s see what you can do with it,” she commented dryly.
“Write down your phone number as well,” Marc replied.
She gave him a quick glance before she lowered her eyes and kept writing.
“Thank you, Jackie,” Marc smiled as he took the notebook and guided Jamie out of the crowd around the bar counter. “So, what’s on your heart?” he asked while they walked. Jamie kept glancing at the shirt chest pocket where he had put the note book. He had not asked for her phone number. She wondered why.
9.
Just as Alyssa and Scott entered the dance floor the DJ put on a slow ballad. Alyssa swallowed and turned to Scott, well aware things were moving faster than she wanted them to. “I’m not backing out now,” she thought and wrapped her arms around Scott’s neck. “Besides, I’m single…”
Scott smiled as Alyssa leaned into him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, careful not to pull her too close or make her feel trapped. He figured Alyssa for the kind of woman that needed more coaxing than a simple round on the dance floor, even if it happened to be cheek-to-cheek.
Alyssa felt Scott’s arms around her waist. He was soft but still firm. She moved closer to him and when she could feel his body against her belly she felt a rush of heat and every move she made, she could feel the shooting sensation of wet flesh against wet flesh between her thighs. She took a deep, shivering breath and clenched her teeth.
10.
Marc suddenly stopped and pointed towards the dance floor. Jamie looked in the direction he pointed and noticed Alyssa and Scott locked in an embrace.
“Wanna join them?” Marc asked.
“No,” Jamie shook her head. “I’m not in the mood for dancing right now.”
She looked around.
“Okay,” Marc said.
“Too many people,” Jamie smiled and took his hand. “Let’s sit.”
She pulled him with her towards an empty table in a shadowed corner of the room.
“Let’s talk,” she added and sunk down on the sofa.
“Okay,” Marc sat beside her. “About what?”
“Those two?” Jamie nodded towards Alyssa and Scott.
“What about them?” Marc asked and placed his arm on the backrest behind Jamie’s neck. He touched one of Jamie’s wisps of hair.
“Think they will kiss?” she turned towards him.
“Don’t look away,” he replied and nodded towards the dance floor.
11.
Scott combed his fingers through Alyssa’s long hair. He moved his head back and looked down at her. Her face was up turned, her eyes closed and as he touched her hair again, her lips parted slightly.
“Your hair is so soft,” he mumbled.
She opened her eyes. He leaned closer. She leaned closer. Their eyes closed again as their lips met in a soft caress. Alyssa’s embrace around Scott’s neck hardened and it seemed almost as if she was going to climb up on him as she pressed even closer and parted her lips wider.
Scott’s reply wasn’t late in coming and he pulled her even harder to him and kissed her once more. When he felt her tongue caressing his, things started happening in his pants and he knew Alyssa would know what was going on in a couple of seconds. He was looking forward to her reaction.
12.
Jamie leaned close to Marc, placing her mouth just beside his ear. He was still watching Alyssa and Scott on the dance floor.
“Do you think they will kiss?” Jamie asked again, this time she licked his earlobe.
Marc followed the double meaning of her words immediately and turned to her. “If you keep that up: sure!”
Jamie smiled and slid into his lap gracefully. She couldn’t straddle him, her mini skirt wouldn’t allow her to part her legs enough but she sat on top of him, her legs to one side, resting on the sofa, and twisted her upper body.
“Nice,” Marc smiled and grabbed her ass.
She gasped followed by a laugh and bit his lower lip. When she wanted to move away Marc placed his palm on her neck and pushed her back into a kiss. She squirmed in his embrace, and he moaned into their kiss when he could feel Jamie’s firm ass grinding into his crotch. His hand slid over her thigh and when his palm rested on her knee she parted her legs as much as her skirt would allow.
“My God,” Marc moaned and broke into a laugh.
“Nice,” Jamie replied, took his face between her palms and kissed him once more.
13.
Scott and Alyssa broke their kiss, both were breathing heavily and Alyssa sighed as she could feel a tingling sensation allover her skin. She ground into Scott, hoping he would let his hands slide lower, maybe even under her skirt. What would he think if he found out she wore no panties? She bit her lower lip.
“Touch my ass,” she mumbled into his ear, not looking at him. Immediately after the words left her mouth she hoped he hadn’t heard her. Scott looked down at her. He had heard all right.
“Why?” he asked without blinking.
“Don’t you want to?”
“No.”
Alyssa stopped moving and stared at Scott. “What?”
“What makes you think you’re the one deciding the pace?” Scott laughed.
Alyssa gasped but swallowed her reply and decided to use mental warfare instead. Tell him about her panties and leave after he’d gotten a touch.
“I don’t have any panties,” she batted her eyes up at him.
“You’re kinda sluttish, huh?”
Alyssa blushed furiously but she shook her head and swallowed down her anger.
“If we move over in that corner,” she nodded at a dark corner of the dance floor. “You can crop a feel.”
“How about, we try to locate Marc and Jamie instead?” Marc replied calmly and took Alyssa’s hand.
Furious, but unable to speak or resist, Alyssa allowed Scott to lead her off the dance floor. She had virtually given him her pussy on a plate and he had refused to take it. Was he gay? She thought about the kiss and decided that he probably wasn’t. Was he playing a game? Surely.
14.
Marc’s hand slid higher and higher along the inside of Jamie’s thigh and while they kept kissing with passion and hunger his fingers finally found her smooth wetness. At first he was unsure what he really felt but when one of his fingers slid into her slit and was encased by wet, hot skin he broke their kiss and looked at her.
“You’re certainly dressed for the occasion,” he grinned widely.
Jamie didn’t reply, instead she slid down between Marc and the inner wall and tugged her skirt up until her crotch was fully exposed in the quick flashes of light that occasionally hit them from the dance floor.
“Can you make me cum without anyone noticing?” Jamie mumbled into his ear.
“It depends,” Marc replied. “Are you loud?”
Jamie hit his arm but immediately followed by kissing him and parting her legs. “Kiss me silent,” she replied and ground her crotch at his hand as he pushed it back between her legs.
Just as Marc was about to start caress Jamie she grabbed his arm and held it still. She stretched her throat and stared past him. When he turned his head he could see what Jamie had seen: A guard making his rounds. The guard approached them and Jamie placed her purse on top of Marc’s hand and her bared crotch.
“Everything okay?” the guard asked.
“Sure,” Marc replied as he slid a finger into Jamie who opened her mouth and gasped.
“Make sure she takes it easy… with the liquor,” the guard grunted to Marc with a nod at Jamie, before he turned his back and left.
“He knows,” Marc breathed but he didn’t remove his hand.
“I don’t care,” Jamie groaned in response. “Just make me cum!”
15.
Alyssa spotted Marc and after a second look she recognized Jamie’s pale white leg over his lap. Were they fighting? Alyssa hurried closer, followed by Scott who had also recognized them. When the next flash from the lights played over Marc and Jamie Alyssa came to a dead halt, Scott almost rushed into her back. Alyssa could clearly see where Marc had his fingers; Jamie’s pink pussy lips were shimmering with moist, they were parted and at least two of Marc’s fingers were buried between them.
The light disappeared. Alyssa turned around, her gaping mouth covered behind her hands. When Scott wanted to look over her shoulder at the scene in the sofa corner, she spun him around and stared at him with dark eyes.
“Don’t you dare,” she hissed.
He smiled and when they both could hear a muffled scream from Jamie over the music his smile turned into a broad grin. Alyssa started to become affected by the increasingly desperate cries from Jamie and she got wetter. She met Scott’s steady gaze and a flash image of how she just pushed him down in the sofa, straddled him, tore his fly open… She swallowed. He raised his eyebrows in a quizzical expression and she lowered her eyes.
Suddenly the one of Jamie’s legs that was lying in the sofa jumped. Her other leg was probably kicking as well because the table suddenly shook and the furniture almost tilted over. Neither Jamie nor Marc seemed to bother much since they kept doing what they were doing, but Scott grabbed Alyssa by her waist and sat her on top of the table.
Alyssa cried out as she felt the cold of the tabletop against her naked buttocks. Her skirt had slid up leaving her naked buttocks on top of the table. “I’m gonna leave a wet spot,” she thought and wanted to slide off the table but Scott already stood between her legs and stopped her. She saw the shimmer in his eyes and before she could stop him he placed his palms on her thighs and slid them under her skirt.
Just as Alyssa was about to stop Scott, Jamie gave another cry of pleasure and the table shook from another kick. Alyssa jumped and had to lean on her hands or she would lose her balance. Scott’s thumbs slid deep between her thighs and rubbed over her already engorged clit. Alyssa jumped again, but this time she slid closer to Scott wrapping her arms and legs around him, leaning her head on his shoulder. He moved his hands between her legs and stroked his fingertips along her slit.
“Oh god!” Alyssa groaned and forced herself to check that no one was approaching, but when Scott slid his fingers into her, all the time caressing her clit in small, gentle circles she closed her eyes again and groaned.
“This is insane,” she whispered but she couldn’t force herself to stop Scott, the feeling was just too good.
Scott kept moving his thumb, around, around and around, now and then pulling his hand back and pushing his fingers back into her deeply. Alyssa forced herself to keep still, fearing Scott’s thumb would disappear if she obeyed her impulses to hump and squirm.
“How about heading back to your place?” Alyssa suddenly heard Jamie’s voice just beside her ear.
“Uhh soon,” Alyssa replied and kept concentrating on Scott’s moving thumb.
“You’d better stop unless you have a really good explanation to deliver to the guard approaching us with a pretty determined expression,” Jamie continued with an amused tone in her voice.
Scott’s thumb disappeared and Alyssa had just enough time to open her eyes and arrange her skirts before the guard was on them.
16.
Alyssa poured hot water into the ceramic pot while Jamie opened one of the cupboards and looked over its contents.
“Anyone want toast?” she asked Marc and Scott who had been pushed aside and placed on chairs by the table. “The kitchen is small enough without you two being in the way,” Alyssa had snorted and ordered them to sit.
“Sure,” Marc replied.
Scott simply nodded and smiled at Alyssa who placed the teapot in front of him.
“Marmalade?” Jamie asked from the cupboard.
“Anything you offer baby,” Marc laughed.
Jamie straddled him and grabbed his hair, pulled his head back and caressed her lips against his.
“Anything?” she asked.
“No,” Marc smiled. “If you offer to spank me I’ll protest…”
“Really?”
“Not even if it makes you excited…”
“And if it does?”
“I’ll offer to spank you.”
Alyssa sat by the table and cleared her throat. “You two want any tea?”
“Sure,” Jamie smiled, rose, turned around and sat back in Marc’s lap.
“Um,” Marc mumbled as Jamie ground her ass into him but he managed to hold his mug still as Alyssa poured him some tea even though Jamie leaned back and bit his ear.
“Hey,” he protested and put his tea mug down. “I’m trying to drink tea here!”
“So?”
“So, can you keep still?”
“What if I’m interested in you doing something completely else than drinking tea?”
“Such as?”
Alyssa and Scott were making sandwiches and drinking tea, while silently watching Jamie and Marc. When Jamie leaned back again, reaching up for Marc’s chin and licking it Alyssa stopped, her mug in her hand a decimeter above the tabletop.
“Such as, take me now or loose me forever!”
Everybody in the kitchen, including Marc, stared at Jamie as she got off Marc’s lap, took his tea mug and placed it on the table. Then she took one of Marc’s hands and pulled him with her out of the kitchen and into the living room.
Scott’s eyes followed Jamie and Marc while Alyssa stared into the tabletop. When he turned back looking at her, she felt like she wanted to crouch and hide.
“She’s quite… um… hot…” Scott said and nodded at the kitchen door.
“I’m not going to sleep with you,” Jamie interrupted him before she took a deep drink of her tea.
“Okay,” Scott replied slowly. “It’s not like my pants are down, is it?”
“Sorry, I just don’t want you to think…”
Scott didn’t reply, but he looked at her.
“Since the sofa probably will be occupied you can share my bed,” Alyssa continued. “If you promise to keep on your side.”
“I don’t live too far away from here,” Scott replied.
“Don’t be silly,” Alyssa dismissed his suggestion. “I don’t mind having you in my bed… if you behave.”
“Okay,” Scott raised his hands. “I promise to behave!”
“Sorry,” Alyssa blushed and rose. “You finished?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay,” Alyssa took the marmalade and butter and put them away. “If you finish here,” she continued. “I’ll fix the bed.”
“I’ll do that,” Scott smiled at her before she left.
Alyssa stopped in the dark hallway. She could clearly see what was going on behind the closed glass doors of the living room — the lamps in the bookcase were still on; Marc was reclining on the sofa and Jamie was kneeling between his parted legs. She held his large cock and while Alyssa watched she bent down and licked from the root to the tip.
Jamie closed her mouth around the head of Marc’s shaft and took it deep. Marc jumped and Alyssa could hear his groan. She swallowed and forced herself to ignore the surge in the pit of her stomach. She wanted to turn away, to leave, but instead her eyes refused to leave the image of Jamie’s mouth moving up and down along Marc’s dick.
Marc stared down at the vision of his cock disappearing into Jamie’s mouth. Her green eyes shimmered up at him. Her copper hair framed her face; fell in front of the green. The colors mixed. She was a gorgeous woman, and she knew how to give a blowjob. Marc swallowed and realized he would come unless he did something. He pushed Jamie away from his cock, into the sofa, and down on her back.
“This I’ve longed to do since I saw you the first time,” he mumbled, pushed her skirt up and buried his face between her thighs.
Jamie opened her mouth to reply but when she felt how his mouth covered her sensitive clit and sucked her eyes closed and her mouth opened wider in a silent cry. She fell back on the sofa and parted her legs wider, giving in totally to the demanding sensation of Marc’s sucking mouth. Just in a few seconds he had her balancing on the verge of climax, but before she could arrive he removed his mouth from her clit and moved his tongue tip over her every nook and cranny. Soon his hands and fingers joined his mouth and tongue and Jamie gasped loudly when she felt one of Marc’s fingers sliding into her wet pussy.
17.
Alyssa suddenly noticed Scott behind her back. He was watching Jamie and Marc.
“They would probably be alarmed if they saw us ogling them,” Scott mumbled.
“Not Jamie,” Alyssa replied.
“Well,” Scott smiled. “Marc Neither… You think they want an audience?” He placed his hand on the doorknob.
“I’m tired,” Alyssa breathed while she backed away from him. Finally she turned and escaped into her bedroom. Scott shrugged and followed her. He was fascinated by this woman’s double nature; one moment she was a slut, the next as innocent as a virgin. When he entered the room, Alyssa was threading a blanket into a duvet cover.
“Need help?” he asked.
She shook the blanket and it neatly filled the cover. “Nah,” she replied.
“I’m impressed!” Scott joked.
“I’m good at making my bed,” Alyssa replied.
“Are you good at sleeping in it too?”
“As long as it doesn’t…” Alyssa fell silent. She opened her mouth as if to add something more but the silent moment grew. “You can take the left side,” she mumbled and pointed at the bed before she grabbed her nightie and escaped into the bathroom.
When Alyssa returned Scott was lying in the bed, the cover reached him to his waist and she got a strange feeling he was naked underneath. Scott’s eyes caressed her breasts as they jiggled slightly under the flimsy material of her gown. If he looked closely and used a little imagination he could even make out her areolas. He could certainly see her nipples. Alyssa quickly slid under her cover as if hiding from his glances. The bed was wide enough to fit them both without problems, but that was just barely.
18.
Jamie writhed, squirming her hips, stroking her thighs against Marc’s head. Her hands grabbed at the sofa pillows while Marc’s insistent sucking made her body twitch and shake. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her legs trembled as she grabbed her knees and pulled them up as far as they would go. Marc kept sucking, and sucking and finally she arced her back and with a hoarse groan she reached her peak.
Marc kept sucking throughout the whole climax. Her pleasure subsided some but the carving was still there and soon she reached down for him. Grabbed his shoulders and pulled. He looked up at her.
“Wait,” he mumbled, sat in the sofa and started getting rid of his clothes. Jamie did the same and soon she stood in front of him naked. His eyes caressed over her well-toned, firm flesh.
“God!” he mumbled and picked out a rubber from his jeans on the floor. His hands were shaking.
Jamie smiled and sunk down on the sofa again. Marc tore the package open and tried to get the condom on his pulsing cock. When he looked up, Jamie slowly parted her legs. His eyes were glued at her smoothly shaved pussy lips. She spread her legs wider, and her lips parted and he could see her moist, pink flesh and a rush of maddening heat rose in him. He managed to get the rubber rolled all the way down to the root of his shaft.
“Come,” Jamie mumbled but Marc was already over her, between her legs, searching for her entrance. “Come, get… aaahhhhhh!”
She was suddenly filled with hard, hot flesh. He bore into her, gave her a firm feeling of penetration, stretched her. She threw her head back, opened her mouth, and closed her eyes. She needed to scream at the top of her lungs but somehow she managed to contain the scream and while a chain of small but exquisite explosions of pleasure filled her like bubbles, she whimpered and wrapped both legs and arms around the man on top of her, and inside her.
19.
Alyssa stared into the ceiling. She wondered what Scott had been able to see before she got under the cover. Suddenly she could hear a muffled groan from the living room, she was pretty sure it was Jamie. What would Scott think? Could he hear her? Alyssa glanced at him. She couldn’t tell if he had heard or not. Jamie groaned again and Alyssa’s gaze jumped back to the ceiling. While Jamie kept sounding from the other room Alyssa felt how the wetness between her legs returned. She couldn’t help but wondering if Scott was getting hard, and if he was naked under the cover.
Suddenly Scott rose on his elbow and Alyssa bolted from him with a low cry. Scott moved back and looked at her with amused bafflement. She immediately realized how odd her reaction must have seemed.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled and touched his shoulder. “You scared me.”
“I’m sorry,” he replied and stroke a wisp of her hair out of her face. He did it almost absentmindedly and Alyssa wasn’t even sure he knew what he was doing. She could feel how throbbing need spread in her stomach and between her legs. She ground her thighs together, rubbing her clit between them. Did Scott know? had he seen? she had no panties on? She had forgotten to bring any with her into the bathroom and when she got back she felt self-conscious about getting a new pair. Once again she wondered if Scott was naked under his cover.
She looked at him and their gazes locked. Scott moved closer and she knew he was going to kiss her. Suddenly her courage failed her and with a low moan she buried her face in her pillow. However, Scott wouldn’t allow her such an easy escape and she could feel how he buried his fingers in her hair by the back of her head, and firmly, but gently, he started pulling her head up and turning it towards him.
A new gush of lubrication made her whole crotch wet and slippery at the same time as her nipples tingled and ached. When she opened her eyes she met Scott’s calm gaze. She let go of any remaining pretenses and moved in for the kiss but Scott held her back.
His grip on her hair was not so gentle this time and the hollowness of her need mixed with pain from her hair roots. She mewled, from the odd but potential mix of sensations, and when Scott leaned over her to kiss her she welcomed him, even pulled him hard into the kiss. When their lips and tongues met she finally felt good about not wearing any panties; it would be much easier to do what she wanted; get him into her.
20.
Jamie was pulling her legs back, making it possible for Marc to go even deeper. He increased the speed, delirious with the soft sensation of her warm, welcoming grasp.
“Oh god!” he groaned.
Jamie was tossing her head from side to side, trying to keep as silent as she could, but when Marc’s movements in her picked up speed and became a blurred mix of filling and leaving, a low but continuous cry started growing in her throat.
“Are you close?” Marc breathed.
“Oh shit! Yes! Fuck! Yes!” Jamie finally cried.
Marc cried with pleasure and started to pound into her with no other purpose than that of reaching his own climax. His hair was damp and his back was covered with a soft sheen of sweat. His hips brushed against the inside of her thighs as he fucked her, his groin slapping into hers with each penetration, his chest pressing against her nipples, making them even harder.
They kissed, tongues caressing into their mouths, while their bodies stopped in their pounding movements for a couple of seconds, arced and strained to penetrate, engulf, as much as possible. Then their lips parted.
“Now!” Jamie whispered.
Marc slowly pulled back then pushed into her again, bit by bit, going deeper and deeper. His pleasure threatened to boil over and he had to pull back again. Jamie was as close to coming as he was and she pushed up against him, her butt not even resting on the sofa anymore.
Marc was trying to hold back, to prolong the pleasure just a little bit more. He looked down at Jamie, into her wide-open and unseeing eyes; moist was making them shimmer with pleasure. She humped up at him and he could feel his cock sliding deep into her.
With a scream he fell down on top of her, grabbing her hard, almost digging his nails into her shoulders as he pounded hard, and deep into her making her gasp, groan, finally scream, with each violent penetration. She felt how all her senses seemed to explode, expand, and swell even outside herself. A tingling, itching feeling was filling her, flowing from the roots of the hairs on her head and all the way down to her toes, growing strong in her back and belly. Her thighs and even her palms were tingling. Then the itch became fire and the fire consumed her and she screamed and whimpered and the world was filled with nothing else than her orgasm.
21.
Jamie was resting on top of Marc. She could feel how she was about to slide into sleep time and again but she knew it would be a hell of a hard time sleeping on the sofa. She had to get Alyssa’s spare mattress and to get that she needed to get into Alyssa’s room. She started wondering if something was going on between Alyssa and Scott and suddenly she was fully awake.
She slid out of the sofa and when Marc wanted to know what was up she told him she was getting some beddings. Soon they were both standing outside Alyssa’s door.
“Shouldn’t we knock?” Marc whispered when Jamie closed her hand around the doorknob.
Jamie grinned and silently pushed the door open. Alyssa was lying on top of Scott. He was still under his cover but she had pushed hers aside. Her nightie was pushed so far up one of her breasts were bared. One of Scott’s hands was buried between Alyssa’s buttocks, and obviously buried even deeper between her thighs. His other hand was cupping the bared breast and his mouth was closed around the nipple.
Alyssa’s closed eyes opened and her open mouth closed. She understood someone else was in the room and bolted from the bed. At the same time as she stood beside the bed she was frantically trying to push her nightie down.
“Ja… Jamie?” she breathed.
“Hi,” Jamie smiled and took Alyssa’s hand. “I have a great idea. You and I visit the bathroom,” she said to Alyssa. “And you two,” she continued to Marc and Scott, “can make the bed.”
“There’s a mattress and sheets in that wardrobe,” Alyssa said and pointed at the wardrobe before Jamie pulled her out of the room.
“What’s up?” Alyssa asked when Jamie closed the bathroom door.
“I’m gonna shave your pussy,” Jamie stated calmly.
“You gonna do what?” Alyssa cried.
Jamie hushed her. “You’ll wake the neighbors.” She picked out a razor and shaving gel from Alyssa’s bathroom cupboard. “It’s not like you’ve never shaved before…”
“But not my… and… I… you…”
“Besides… ” Jamie mumbled, her mouth just centimeters from Alyssa’s. “That bush of yours is just… not sexy! Trust me… You’ll love it.” She opened the lid to the toilet and draped a towel over the back, then she grabbed the waistline of Alyssa’s nightie but when she wanted to pull it up, Alyssa grabbed her hands and stopped her.
“I’m not sure about this.”
“I am,” Jamie mumbled and stroked her lips against Alyssa’s. “Trust me.”
Alyssa closed her eyes and when Jamie pulled Alyssa’s nightie upwards a second time Alyssa allowed her to.
“Sit,” Jamie ordered.
Alyssa did.
“Hold your nightie,” Jamie continued and squirted a dab of shaving foam into her hand. Alyssa gathered her nightie under her full breasts while she blushed furiously. She closed her eyes trying to pretend nothing special was going on. When Jamie started thoroughly smearing the foam into Alyssa’s pubic hair Alyssa gasped and her eyes flew open again. She wanted to close her thighs, but Jamie was pushing them apart and while she continued massaging the foam into Alyssa’s pussy hairs, Alyssa’s mind filled with the memory of their kiss earlier in the evening. Alyssa found that she longed for more. This combined with Jamie’s insistent rubbing between her legs made Alyssa hotter than ever and soon she started to worry that Jamie could see how horny she was.
“Aren’t you finished yet?” Alyssa asked warily.
“Soon,” Jamie replied. “Your hairs are pretty coarse.”
“Oh, ohkay…”
Jamie looked up at Alyssa for a moment; Alyssa’s eyes were closed and one of her hands where tightly clutching the edge of the sink. Jamie smiled and continued rubbing.
22.
When Scott and Marc had finished fixing the mattress in the living room, they went to the kitchen and Marc smoked a cigarette.
“Any luck so far?” Marc asked between smokes.
Scott shrugged. “Some.”
Marc leaned over the table. “Jamie is hot like hell! My god, man she’s a hot number!”
“I thought you said something about being discrete before?” Scott grinned.
“Hey!” Marc mumbled and looked cautiously at the half open kitchen door. “Don’t talk too loud.”
Scott leaned back in his chair and clasped his fingers behind his head smiling. “Just don’t talk about it then.”
“Yeah?”
Scott nodded and gazed out in the hallway, but Jamie and Alyssa was still in the bathroom.
“Wonder what they do,” Scott said.
“Girl stuff,” Marc replied and placed his cigarette between his lips.
23.
Even though the razor was sharp it was like a light caress when Jamie used it on Alyssa. Alyssa sighed and clenched her teeth. The razor, Jamie’s hands and Alyssa’s fantasies – all three had brought Alyssa to the verge of coming and now she was balancing on the edge; terrified Jamie would notice anything while at the same time dying for release. Jamie, however, seemed anything by aware of Alyssa’s inner turmoil and she slowly kept shaving.
“Are… are you gonna shave off everything?” Alyssa wondered when she looked down and saw how far Jamie had gotten.
“Sure,” Jamie replied. “Just like me. Shave off everything and it will be easy to eat you… for him,” Jamie added and nodded in the general direction of Scott and Marc. “Or do you want me to… stop?”
“No, go on!” Alyssa swallowed and prayed Jamie hadn’t heard just how eager she had sounded. Jamie’s gentle shaving slowly drove Alyssa crazy, but it wasn’t near enough to make her come. She needed to beat off. She had to. When Jamie finally stopped shaving her she wanted so badly to squeeze her legs tightly that her eyes filled with tears.
“Are you okay?” Jamie asked while she filled a glass with water.
“I…” Alyssa stuttered. “I think I need.”
“We need to rinse away the shaving foam and any hairs,” Jamie noted while she started to slowly pour the water from the glass and onto Alyssa’s crotch.
Alyssa closed her eyes, grabbed the toilet seat and while the warm water caressed her skin and gently trickled into the water closet below her butt she could not help parting her thighs just a little bit more, pushing her crotch towards Jamie. When the glass was empty, Jamie filled it again and continued to pour water in a thin stream, dancing over Alyssa’s hot folds. Alyssa knew she wouldn’t come, but she couldn’t force herself to tell Jamie what she really wanted. Jamie, however, knew.
“I better check one last time that you are really smooth,” she whispered.
Alyssa wanted to tell her “no”, she wanted to make Jamie stop. She was scared to death about what Jamie was revealing to her, and at the same time, she would have died if Jamie hadn’t done what she was just doing; slowly putting down the glass on the floor and sliding her soft, warm palms up along Alyssa’s thighs; closer, higher, slower. Alyssa stared at the hands. They stopped just as they were about to arrive. Alyssa raised her gaze and met Jamie’s eyes. She knew what Jamie wanted her to do.
“Please,” she whispered.
They kept the gaze; locked and unable to break away. One of Jamie’s hands slid higher between Alyssa’s thighs and finally Alyssa felt how the itch and ache in her pussy was caressed into pleasure. A mute scream passed over her lips. Her thighs shivered and her hips started rolling against Jamie’s moving hand.
Alyssa shook her head from side to side, causing her long hair to whip in the air. “I need,” she thought. “I need… I need… to come.” Jamie pushed two fingers into Alyssa’s lubricated wetness. A coarse groan passed over Alyssa’s lips and her body started to shake badly.
Jamie kept pumping her fingers in and out of Alyssa but just as Alyssa was about to climax she snapped back into sitting position, pulled her crotch out of Jamie’s reach and squeezed her thighs together.
“I…” she mumbled. “I can’t…”
Alyssa stared down at Jamie with a bewildered, almost scared expression before she bolted to her feet and almost knocked Jamie over. She reached for the bathroom door while pulling down her nightie and before Jamie could say anything or stop her she had left.
Scott was lying in the bed again. The cover was reaching his waist and his upper body was bare.
“Hi,” Alyssa mumbled as he noticed her.
“Hi,” he replied.
Alyssa stepped into the room.
“Last time I saw you like that I was wondering if you were naked under that cover,” Alyssa slowly mumbled.
“Do you want that?”
Alyssa closed the door behind her.
“Maybe.”
“Why don’t you come over here and find out?”
“We’re not gonna fuck,” Alyssa mumbled while she slid into the bed at her side.
Scott nodded. They were lying side by side, staring into the ceiling. They didn’t speak. Alyssa was wet. Not wet with water from the shaving — it took only a couple of minutes for that dampness to be sucked into her gown — this wetness was deeply buried inside her; slick wetness, that made her sensitive pussy lips caress each other whenever she moved or turned. She was burning.
She moved closer to Scott. He glanced at her but he said nothing. Then she grabbed his cover and slid under it. They were close now. Scott turned on his side, placed his arm under her head and she slid a little closer. She reached out and found him hard and naked. As her hand wrapped around his thick, heat she started trembling and panting.
They kissed. Alyssa emitted a low whine while she grabbed his ass and pulled him hard into her. Then she rolled on top of him, grounding her crotch into his. The only thing that kept them apart now was her nightie and it was slipping up, she wanted it to slip further up, she wanted to get rid of it. Scott pushed his hands under it and grabbed her ass. The garment slid even higher and they both gasped as they could feel their genitals grinding into each other.
Scott groaned when he finally understood what Jamie and Alyssa had been up to in the toilet. He pushed her nightie upwards, Alyssa assisted him and together they undressed her. She slid up extra high and suddenly she could feel his cock poking at her puffy slit instead of being captured between their bellies. Alyssa didn’t stop to think or hesitate, she reached behind her, took his hot shape between her fingers and guided him right, right to her opening, right into her, to the only right place for his hard, smooth staff.
At the first penetration her body was resisting the dry friction, but as he pulled back and pushed into her again, he was wet and his caress was smooth and firm as he buried deep in her. She was filled, packed with hot steel, complete. He rolled on top of her and she started to realize that he might actually make her come; she might actually have an orgasm.
“God! You’re so soft!” Scott gasped.
He slowly moved in her, millimeter-by-millimeter, gently caressing skin against skin; stimulating nerves that in turn lit fuming fires of pleasure and lust in them both. They were hardly moving at all, yet they were both filled with a roaring storm of sensations, a heaving ocean of pleasure, rising higher with each new wave until there was nothing else than the caress of skin, the sensation of being filled, of penetrating. Scott hissed while trying to keep in control. Alyssa was already whimpering and she knew that before long she would start screaming. Then she would loose control. Then…
24.
Jamie was sitting on top of Marc, his hardness deeply buried inside her. She was grinding into him with rolling hips when she heard a stifled sob from Alyssa’s room. She stopped, listening but Marc kept pumping up at her so she placed her hand on his belly to stop him.
“Hush,” she whispered. “Can you hear?”
They both listened in silence. A moan could clearly be heard from Alyssa’s room. It was a female voice.
“They’re fucking,” Jamie gasped.
“Yeah?” Marc replied and gave her another push. “So are we.”
“No,” Jamie frowned at him. “Listen!”
“You like to listen?” Marc whispered after watching Jamie for a while.
“Yeah,” Jamie moaned. “It drives me crazy thinking about what they are doing in there. Makes me wanna watch…”
“Wanna sneak a peek?”
“No, Alyssa will notice.”
Jamie listened for a little while longer. “Scott must be doing something right; she told me she never make sounds.”
A long series of short but soft whines revealed that Alyssa was indeed being fucked.
“Scott must be fucking her brains out in there,” Jamie breathed.
“Maybe he is,” Marc mumbled and pulled Jamie down to him. “I am planning on doing the same to you right now.”
He started rolling on top of her, but she stopped him.
“No,” she whispered with a sharp voice. “I want to listen!”
“You’re really into Alyssa, aren’t you?” Marc asked.
“It makes me horny,” Jamie started to confess but right then Alyssa’s phone rang.
Jamie froze and stared down at Marc. He was still moving up at her, moving in her. The phone rang again.
“Shit,” Jamie mumbled and started to rise from Marc.
Marc grabbed her hips and tried to hold her back in order to keep the contact between them.
“I need to answer the phone before Alyssa,” Jamie tried to protest but she was too late. Alyssa appeared from her room, wrapped in her cover. She picked up the phone.
Jamie sunk back down on Marc who sighed with relief, but she didn’t move, instead she was watching Alyssa, trying to hear what she was saying through the glass doors.
Alyssa sat on the chair by the phone; she rested her head in the palm of one of her hands while she held the handset in the other. She nodded several times. Heavy nods. Then she shook her head. Jamie wanted to go to her, to make sure all was okay, but Marc still held her hips and she wasn’t sure Alyssa wanted her to intrude.
“No!” Alyssa finally yelled into the receiver and slammed it down on the hook.
25.
This time Jamie managed to get out of Marc’s grip. Just as she opened the glass door Scott appeared in the door to Alyssa’s room. Jamie was naked, and the white light from the street lamps shining through the living room windows framed her body. Scott’s eyes stuck on the delicious sight in front of him. Alyssa looked up too but when she saw Scott’s gaze she rose and pushed him aside.
“You and I are done,” she mumbled through clenched teeth. “If you want to fuck, go fuck her instead!”
With that she entered her room and slammed her door shut. Scott stared at the closed door then turned to Jamie.
“Don’t worry,” Jamie mumbled and opened the door. She closed it behind her and when her eyes adjusted to the darker room she saw Alyssa lying on the bed. Her shoulders were shaking with what could be nothing else than sobs.
“Alyssa?” Jamie mumbled.
“Go away!” Alyssa cried. “Leave me alone!”
“What happened?”
Alyssa didn’t reply. Instead she kept crying, her face buried in the mattress. Jamie sat on the bedside, careful not to get too close but still determined to be there for her friend. She waited patiently.
“Thomas called,” Alyssa finally sobbed.
“What did he say?”
“He was drunk and she said he loved me.”
Jamie suppressed a sigh. “Did you believe him?”
“Of course not,” Alyssa hissed, angry now. She turned and looked at Jamie.
“I think that was best,” Jamie replied.
“He is an idiot.”
“Yeah, I think so.”
Alyssa was silent for another long moment. “Jamie,” she said.
“Yes?”
“He still fucks up my life…”
“No,” Jamie started to protest.
“His call,” Alyssa interrupted. “It was too perfectly timed…”
“It was a coincidence!”
“I knew it was him… and it was so close…”
“Close?” Jamie asked.
“One more minute and I would have… arrived… Scott… he… he is good…”
“But not good enough?”
“Oh he is…”
“Then why did you just throw him out?”
Alyssa stared at Jamie. “I did, huh?”
“You did.”
“God!” Alyssa moaned. “I’m an idiot!”
“So you still want him?”
“If I still? God! I am dying… You can’t even begin to guess how horny I am… Now more than before! What was I thinking?”
“Relax”, Jamie smiled. “I’ll fix it.”
“I should,” Alyssa started to rise, but Jamie pushed her back down on her back.
“I’ll fix it… relax… Just lay back, spread your legs and wait for the final thrust,” she added with a mischievous grin.
“Jesus!” Alyssa blushed. “Jamie!”
Jamie grinned while she left the room. She found both Scott and Marc in the kitchen, smoking. She lit her own cigarette, smiled at them when their eyes followed the movement of her hand as she moved the white cylinder to her lips. They were both silent.
“How is she?” Scott finally asked.
Jamie slowly blew cigarette smoke into the air before she replied: “You should go back in there and finish what you started.”
“What?” Scott gaped.
“Fuck her brains out, you were good and well on your way.”
“It seemed like that would be the last thing she wanted,” Scott continued.
“Well, sure. It’s the only thing she wants right now.”
“I just don’t want to … violate her…”
“I think the right word is ravish and I think she is counting on you doing exactly that.”
Scott rose and remembered to grab his cover just as it was about to slide down on the floor. “You sure?”
Jamie nodded and before she had a chance to say anything Scott had stubbed out his cigarette and left the room.
“I am sure,” Jamie said to Marc. “What she desperately needs right now…” she flipped his cover aside and grinned when she saw his hard cock. “Is a good rooting…”
She sunk down on Marc’s cock and it slid into her with a minimum of manual assistance. “I love a boy that is hard when he is supposed to,” she whispered into Marc’s ear.
“Are you kidding me?” Marc laughed. “You’ve been around, naked, for several minutes, what do you expect?”
“Scoot down to the edge of the seat,” Jamie mumbled while she placed her right foot on the seat.
He did as she said and she clasped his neck and sunk down on him. They both gasped and he grabbed her ass to help her moving.
“Deep huh?” Jamie mumbled and took him to the root once more. Marc simply groaned in response.
26.
Alyssa was lying naked on her bed. She turned on her side and looked at Scott when he entered her room. Scott could barely make out her smooth curves in the poorly lit room but he knew she was there soft, warm, even willing?
“Jamie said… but I wanted to… are you sure about this?” he asked.
“Make me… come,” Alyssa mumbled in the darkness.
Scott didn’t hesitate and when he climbed the bed she was there, welcoming him with a gentle but hungry hug, lips caressing, searching and finding, and while their tongues met their bodies caressed into each other. They were both desperately hungry and Scott didn’t even realize he had already gotten hard again when she took him and guided him into her hot wetness.
27.
Marc was pumping up at Jamie as hard and fast has he could without breaking the chair he was sitting on. His hands were grasping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he moved her body up and down. His head was thrown back, his eyes closed and his jaws clenched as the caress of her smooth, warm skin, her hot, wet embrace, pulled him closer and closer.
Jamie was squatting over him meeting his every move with her rolling hips. Her mouth was open in a silent scream. Her hands grasped the back of the chair and turned her knuckles white. She was close. His hard shape brutally filling her, caressing her, bringing her closer and closer. He grabbed her and slammed into her, filling her as deeply as he could. She felt how she was filled with hot burning liquid, how she became sopping wet and squishy.
She rode him another couple of strokes before she forgot anything but her soaring pleasure. She moved and moved and moved while the sensation grew, topped out and slowly started to fade again. The next sensation she was aware of was her lips against his neck and his arms around her.
28.
Scott’s body was bent in an arc over Alyssa. He was damp with sweat, shivering and pressing into her as low groans escaped him. His penetration was hot, hard and when he pulled back and moved into her again with a short stabbing movement she gasped. While raising her hips to meet his movement she grabbed the headboard. He sunk into her again and his face turned red. He closed his eyes and started to scream in pleasure as his hot liquid filled her and flooded her. She whined while he stabbed into her half a dozen times more before he collapsed on top of her.
He stayed in her for several minutes before he rolled to the side, pulling her with him so they ended up face-to-face on their sides. He didn’t say anything but he smiled and caressed a tress of her hair out of her face. She smiled back.
As the minutes passed Scott slowly started to fall asleep. Alyssa couldn’t sleep. She thought about the gooey feeling between her thighs. Finally she decided to clean herself. She sneaked out of bed but Scott was already fast asleep.
In the bathroom she wiped herself clean with toilet paper. She could feel the small flames of pleasure itching and teasing her. The fire was still there. While she kept wiping herself tears rolled down her face.
29.
Jamie woke up to the subtle but unmistakable sound of crying. First she thought she was dreaming. Then she realized she was awake. She looked at Marc but he was sleeping. The crying came from the toilet. Jamie got up from the mattress and went over to the bathroom.
The bathroom door was ajar and when Jamie stepped through it, she could make out Alyssa’s shape in the dim light through the small bathroom window.
“Are you okay?” Jamie asked.
“Yeah, no problem,” Alyssa sniveled and slid a wad of toilet paper under the lid she was sitting on.
“What happened?” Jamie asked and kneeled in front of Alyssa on the bathroom mat.
Alyssa didn’t reply. Jamie waited and after a while she touched Alyssa’s shoulders.
“Alyssa,” she mumbled and caressed down her arms and took her hands in hers as if to comfort her.
“Nothing happened,” Alyssa finally confessed and started to cry again. “I just didn’t… I was so close… but then he…” She sobbed.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Jamie mumbled and took Alyssa in her arms.
Alyssa held on to Jamie and cried for several minutes. Jamie pulled the bathroom door shut to try and avoid waking up Marc and Scott and when Alyssa saw this she tried to keep her voice down but she couldn’t keep the tears away.
“Is there something wrong with me?” she finally sniveled.
“No,” Jamie simply replied.
They held each other for another couple of minutes, while saying nothing, and finally Alyssa’s sobs stopped totally.
“Let’s get you back to bed,” Jamie said and tried to break free from Alyssa, but Alyssa held her back sliding half a decimeter on the toilet seat before Jamie sunk back down on her knees. Alyssa slid to the edge of the toilet seat and wrapped her legs around Jamie’s. Her face was still buried by Jamie’s neck. Suddenly she realized Alyssa was kissing her and she took her face in her hands and forced her back where she could look at her. Their gazes met.
“Why didn’t you ask?” Jamie finally said.
“Sorry,” Alyssa mumbled but Jamie silenced her with a kiss.
“I didn’t thought you wanted this,” Jamie breathed when they broke the kiss.
“I didn’t knew what I wanted,” Alyssa mumbled and continued kissing Jamie while her hands slid over the soft skin of the person in her arms.
“Oh God!” Jamie moaned. “Just tell me what you want!”
Alyssa’s hands stopped caressing Jamie and when Jamie pulled back and looked at her, Alyssa’s eyes were wide open and staring at her. Her mouth was slightly parted but she didn’t speak.
“What do you want, Alyssa?” Jamie repeated.
“Please,” Alyssa whispered.
“Tell me what you want?”
“Please… make me… come…”
“Oh god!” Jamie moaned again and attacked Alyssa with kisses allover her face and neck. Her lips slowly started wandering lower and lower, and soon Alyssa parted her legs and pushed her down until she could feel her belly button against her lips and her heady scent from further down filling her nostrils.
Jamie looked up. Alyssa was meeting her gaze.
“Please! Please! Please!” Alyssa softly whispered while she raised her hips and pushed her belly against Jamie’s chin.
Jamie didn’t have to be persuaded. She reached under Alyssa’s lifted legs and grabbed her ass while she buried her face between Alyssa’s thighs and tasted her girlfriend’s sweet juices for the first time. Encouraged by Alyssa’s desperate but muffled mewls, Jamie kept licking, sucking and kissing Alyssa’s every nook and cranny, but when Alyssa finally took her and guided her to her clit she closed her lips around the hard little bud and swirled her tongue over it.
Alyssa looked down. She could barely make out Jamie’s crouching shape between her legs and at the same time there was place for no other sensation, no other thought, than that of Jamie’s skilled lips between her legs. Alyssa had to fight back scream after scream of pleasure as Jamie brought all her contained pleasures to the surface.
Jamie’s tongue caressed and caressed, her lips kissed, nibbled, sucked. Alyssa was falling. It was like a drug, like a roller coaster. She was falling and falling and suddenly it was like her whole being started to vibrate and burn. Alyssa knew that if Jamie stopped now she would die, she would just cease to exist.
But Jamie didn’t stop. Her tongue just kept caressing and caressing and it happened. First it was like a small beam of light leaking through somewhere down where Jamie licked, but the light was all consuming, and it demanded her whole being, and she knew it was happening. She wanted to scream with joy, scream with pleasure. The sensation grew and expanded and it just didn’t stop. It was as if all the oceans in the world were flowing through her and every drop of water made her vibrate.
She wanted to scream, but she realized she couldn’t. The pleasure was too strong; it constricted her throat and all she managed was a hoarse croak before she collapsed into a heap on the toilet. She understood now, how to defeat even death.
When Jamie understood Alyssa was finished she stood on her knees, scoped her exhausted girlfriend into her arms and hugged her close while she caressed her hair. At first Alyssa leaned heavily into her but after a while she moved back and looked down at Jamie. She caressed Jamie’s copper tresses while she smiled.
“You are so beautiful,” she mumbled.
Jamie kissed her and Alyssa tasted the moist on her lips. She had to decide if she liked that taste so she stroked her tongue over Jamie’s sticky chin in a long lick. She tried the taste.
“I’ve never tasted myself,” she mumbled and looked down at Jamie.
“You like it?” Jamie smiled.
Alyssa smiled back and nodded. “I think I do.”
“Then I have an offer for you,” Jamie whispered and stood.