3045 words of smut. Was that your order?

This here is a begining of a story I wrote today. It wasn't supposed to be smutty at all; just a bit romantic. But as I was trying to draw an image of the nature of this couple's relationship... well. It turned out they're a pair of horn dogs that can't stop kissing and grinding and... well, see for yourself. 

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I walk in without knocking, shuffle to the kitchen nearly soundlessly and crop a beer. As if this isn’t only my second time in this house. I hear the group laughing and chatting elsewhere in the house. Someone has put rock ballads on the stereo again. Led Zeppelin, Scorpions, Kansas, Bonjovi and Deep Purple were playing the last time I was here. Now they’re playing Pink Floyd’s ”Wish you were here”. The TV is on, low volume. I follow the cacophony into the living room. I do a quick scan of the room. With all ten of them there, all the seats are taken. Some are sitting on the floor. Nori sits on an armrest and sends a kiss and a sweet smile on my way while paying attention to whatever they’re all jabbering about. My returning smile comes reflexive. She always pulls the best out of me. Some heads turn my way. I turn mine toward the floor and slouch by the window, close to Nori. I set my beer on the speaker next to me and sit down, resting against the wall uncomfortably. Nori throws me a small pillow. I catch it inches away from my face and set it between my lower back and the wall. I shift my weight around until I get somewhat comfy.

She locks her eyes into mine, with that lovely little mischievous spark in hers. She quickly comes by me, kneels between my legs and bends forward to give me a proper welcome-smooch. The guys whistle at her round bum mooning them. I suppress the need to beat them up. All I could want, all I’d ever need is right here in my arms now. Her lush lips press on mine teasing at first, but as the kiss escapes us both and deepens into a passionate battle of lips and tongues, her whole body presses on mine as if it heard my call. I’m blown away with sensations of her body - and all of its parts - snuggling up on me; softly moving, grinding. A thought “this could become embarrassing” flashes through my head, but it’s as fast as a subway train passing a station. She tastes so good and sweet. Cherries and apples. Without breaking the kiss, she sits sideways between my legs. Nestling. Without minding the others yelling profanities and howls our way, she stays there. Fervently kissing my lips, licking my tongue as if she’s thirsty and I’ve got the fountain of youth in my mouth or some shit like that. Not that I’m complaining. No fucking way. I’m absolutely sucked in. Lost in her. I feel my arms around her, holding her tight. I can’t remember putting them there. My eyes are closed. I can easily imagine us doing this in her room, or in my studio. Naked. Yeah. That’d be nice…

I can’t hear the others. Their sounds and the music are nothing but a distant hum in my ears, muffled by the sound of my blood running. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest; like it’s trying to burst through and into hers. She already has it anyway. I can’t hear the others, but I know they’re there. She suddenly seems to realize it too. Hesitantly she slows down the kiss, until they’re only couple of little smooches. Her eye lids flutter when she opens them again. She smiles a wicked smile for me, heat glimmering in her eyes. She sees it in mine too, and gets a victorious glint. Little vixen! I grin at her like a fucking fool. I can never control my face around her. I just hope her friends don’t tease me for it. Again. Nori curls against my chest, listening to my still feverishly beating heart. Her fingers absently playing on my abs. Oh, my little vixen…

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The evening carried on as usual. We were all drinking beer, Nori and Ash had their apple cider, there was talk and music and laughter. I could really get used to this merry band of friends. I only got to know them through Nori couple of months ago when we started dating. Cool bunch of 20-somethings; took me in right away. You can really meet interesting people through interesting girls that lurk around your workplace. She’s still not admitting to stalking me, but I know for a fact she didn't used to come to the bookstore as often before I started working there. The owner told me so. The owner, also known as Nori’s cousin Jeff. There was some checking out on her side and mine. Al right, I’ll admit it but you can never tell her: I was sold the moment I first saw her walking in. Long curls swinging and laughter in her eyes, she was just… magical. From the first moment she had this pull on me, like I needed to be close to her or I’d perish. I actually said that out loud when Jeff asked what I thought of her; before I knew they were related. He laughed and said “Love! Turns every fool into a poet!” I just hissed him to shut the fuck up. Then he said he could give me her phone number if I was going to keep stuttering around her. I was stuck having him call me with words like wordsmith, bard, and lyricist and of course: Shakespeare. All just because that silly word –perish- came out of my mouth. I don’t know where the fuck it came from to start with. Too bad it keeps echoing in my head whenever I have to be apart from her. Someone up there must be having fun at my expense. Of course his nicknaming might have had something to do with the stuttering too. Like some people call some big people “Tiny”. You can never be sure when it comes to Jeff. The man has some seven kinds of humor. Don’t get me wrong. I like the guy. I owe it all to him that I got together with her.

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- “Kill the music!” Carlie yells in a high-pitched voice. Nori wakes up in my lap, looking confused. –“We gotta watch this show! It’s awesome!” Mike pauses the stereo and our hostess turns up the volume on TV. Almost all of the rest of us groan in unison when we realize it’s one of them stupid ghost hunter-documents. –“You oughta be kidding, sweet-ass!” Corey calls out. –“You actually buy this shit?” Mark chimes in. –“well… no…” Carlie answers unsure of herself, blushing. Some guys laugh. –“Well, I do believe some of it is real!” She decides to stand up for herself. –“I read somewhere that most of this shit is acted out. “Ashley replies. –“Yeah, because ghosts aren’t real! You dumbass!” one of the more drunk guys yelled howling with laughter. Carlie starts sulking and just concentrates on her show. Everyone gets a bit bothered and shuts up. Some watch the show; some just drink their drinks lost in thought. I guess some of them are losing their buzz. We’ve been sitting here, spending time together for… Fuck! 5 hours? I notice the clock. 2 Am. What perfect time to be watching ghost-shows on TV, in a dimly lit room. Candles flapping and… My sexy little girlfriend wakes up horny? I notice; my eyes wandering to her chest finding two sharp peaks. Oh lookie that… And she’s looking kind of embarrassed, blushing even. –“What did you dream about, vixen?” I whisper in her ear. She winks at me and turns a brighter shade of red.

She turns in my lap, putting her ankles on my sides. My chest feels colder now that she’s not leaning on it anymore, but she’s still so close… Her crotch only inches away from mine. Teasing. My little vixen… I tighten my arms around her, rubbing the small of her back, maybe slipping on her ass a little. I do love the feel of her ass in my hand. She has locked me in her eyes and I notice we’re both breathing heavier now. Our little corner of the room is pretty dark, no candles here because she was sleeping. Good thing too, because she slips her hands under my shirt and leans in closer while lightly caressing my abs and chest. God, that feels good! She toys with my chest hairs; pulling, tickling… She’s so much closer now… I want her even closer. I can’t reach her lips. She’s smaller than me; her lips are on my neck level. Damn vixen must have planned this. She starts planting little kisses and nibbles on my neck, ear… My breathing gets really ragged. I hope nobody notices. I can’t take my eyes off of her long enough to check. I bend my neck down and catch her into lip-lock. Forget slow teasing starter-smooches! We’re going in full-heat this time; hungry for each other. Hot air is hissing through our noses and into each other’s mouths. My chest feels like exploding because I can’t breathe right, my heart beats erratic. I don’t care! I want her. I want her now. And she needs me. I can tell by how she pulls herself closer to me, locking her ankles behind my back and grinding herself against my hard on. –“Lucas…” She whispers, beckoning. I can feel the reasoning fly out of my head. I cup her ass and stand up. She locks her ankles tighter and nibbles on my neck as I carry her out of the room. There are whistles behind us. –“Good going, big guy!” Shit. I guess we gave them better entertainment than ghosts.

As soon as I get us away from their sight, to the hallway, I press her back against the wall and continue our hungry kiss and rub myself against her. My cock is twitching happily toward her, nestled between her legs, against her puss. Greedy bastard wants more. It’s aching even. Well, it can blame only it’s self; been standing ready to serve ever since I first laid eyes on her on the living room doorway. My lips burn. I can feel them swollen and raw. Shit, must be the same for her. I can’t even taste her lip-gloss anymore; only the apple cider mixed in her own sweet taste. I try to break the kiss and calm things down a bit. I’m getting a bit sweaty in the back of my neck. She clings to my neck whispering quiet protests and presses herself closer, sucking on my neck. I try to even my breath and clear my head from this lovely mist. –“Hold on a little vixen. We can’t…” I try to tell her but she interrupts me by pulling me into another kiss. –“Jesus, woman…” Escapes my lips. I hear laughter in the living room. –“You can use my bedroom, you horn dogs!” Carlie yells. Wow. Perfect. How the fuck will I ever look at any of them again? –“Yeah, let’s go!” Nori mumbles hastily. I turn and carry her to the bedroom. Who am I to say no to her? –“You might wanna burn those sheets afterwards!” One of the guys laughs. Others join in howling. Somebody puts the music back on, louder.

Carlie’s bedroom is only a dark blur and I leave it that way in fear of it being pink. As soon I see where the bed is, I close the door and we’re left in darkness. I could swear I still see her eyes glowing hungry. I half throw her on the bed, and she pulls me down with her. I manage to soften my fall with my knee, so I won’t crush her. She doesn't even notice. She’s too busy eating my neck away and tucking my shirt up. My head hums with the sound of lust again. All that breaks through it are her sighs; some wordless, some begging for more. Every inch of my skin is tingling with the need of feeling hers. I pull my shirt off and lift hers up so I can kiss and nibble on her belly, lines of her ribs, edges of her bra. She lifts her shoulders for a second so I can pull her shirt off. I pull down a bit, lie over her, between her legs, trapping her. I kiss and lick her belly, wander towards the edges of her bra. I set my mouth over her left nipple and blow hot air on it, nibble on it and suck on it slightly, and then blow again. I lean on my right elbow and do the same on her right nipple while fondling her left breast with the other hand. She breathes heavily and sighs impatiently. She tries to lift her hips against me to get friction, but I’m too heavy. She’s making me smile against her boob. Her restless hands wander in my upper back, drawing the lines of my scapulars and scratching a little. I look up and see her biting her lip, eyes closed, panting. I lower myself on her body again; kiss a trail from her breasts, down her belly, until I reach her pants. I tease her first by sliding my finger inside the pants and running it across the belly as deep inside the pants as it goes. She tries to lift her hips against me again and grunts unsatisfied. –“Hurry!”

I open her pants and pull them down to her thighs. Her lacy underwear looks uncomfortably tight on her swollen crotch. They’re dripping wet. I blow a soothing breath of hot air on the poor thing and decide those torturous things need to get off now. I run my fingers to each side of the underwear and she lifts her butt as if I’d told her so. I slide both her pants and panties off of her. She sighs pleasantly. She’s hot. I mean really, really hot. Her skin is burning and glimmering with sweat. Way to make a girl all hot and bothered! I take a long lick on her inner thigh. She shivers. I kiss a trail up her other thigh. She trembles. I kiss her pussy. She lifts it up for me again. Such offering. How could I resist? I set down a few tentative kisses. She widens her legs, opens up for me like an exotic flower. I lick short little licks here and there, opening her up for more. Longer licks, more wet licks… She sighs and moans in response. And lifts her hips. I smile against her. My little vixen… Her juices are flowing, and tasting so sweet. I can tell that she’s already come at least once from all the rubbing. She’s so sensitive on her clit.

Talking of which… It’s sticking out delicious shade of red, glinting wet. I touch it gently with the tip of my tongue. She bites her lip to suppress another moan. I can still hear it in her throat. I lick a few times, enjoying her little sighs. Then I take it between my lips and use both my lips and tongue to play with it; nibbles while taking quick zaps at it with my tongue. Then I suck it in gently, and roll my tongue around and round… She sings her high notes, forgetting the other people. I release her now even more red and sensitive clit. I take a few soothing slurps on it. She whimpers. I can’t resist licking some more; her outer parts. Then I return to her clit, taking sensitive little slurps on it while sinking one tentative finger inside her. She moans so loud, there’s no doubt everyone heard. –“Ah, ah, ah…” I slid another finger in. She’s so tight… I enjoy her pleasure as much as my own, but by now I've chewed my lip bloody, I’m breathing ragged and my dick is about to grow a pair of hands and open the pants itself.

–“Luke… Please” She begs, lifting her hips against my every move. I know she wouldn't want me to take my hands off, but how the heck am I supposed to get my pants off? I give one more big kiss for her pulsing pussy before rising to my knees and getting rid of my pants fast. I lean over her then, hands on her sides. I kiss her deeply while diving inside. I start with careful, low dips, slowly altering the pace and depth. She answers my every move lifting her hips. Soon she’s heaving against me in perfect sync. Like I’m a rock, and she’s my sea. I bury my nose in her collarbone, breathing hot air on her skin. My weight is on my elbows. One of my hands is moving restlessly in her hair and neck, the other caressing her boob, thumb circling her nipple. She has her hands wandering aimlessly around my abs and lower back. We’re both making all sorts of voices without caring for anyone’s hearing. We’re in our own little world now. Lost in each other. Endless sea of pleasure. Hitting every spot. Desperately trying to get even closer to each other. Planting little kisses. Panting. Her sighs sound like music to me. They get closer together, higher, higher… Waves of heat come off of her as she tries to make her orgasm last longer. She’s no longer heaving against me, just trying to keep her hips high. Back arched. I slow my rhythm to caress her every spot. She moans against my shoulder, her fingers pressing hard on my sides. She’s so beautiful. I come too; my brain explodes in white light as my selfish cock spits its juices inside her. How could it not? What else good the poor guy do with her pulsing around it, sucking. I still move gently. We’re both so sore now, even the slightest movement makes us moan. At the point of not knowing if it’s pain or pleasure or both; every little move makes us sigh. Until we move no more. Just lie there interlaced. Me, petting her hair and trying to even my breathing against her neck. She running her fingers in my back and enjoying the last of her buzz. I can still feel her pulsing.

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There. You like? Who says good old missionary position can't satisfy?

THE HEAT

I MUST WARN YOU: IT IS VERY HOT. R RATED TO SAY THE LEAST!!!

This is all mine. Paws off!

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Paul

It’s a warm night. The heat and moisture still hang in the air, entangling around everything. I can feel it on my skin and it makes my shirt cling to my back. I see it on her, too. I shouldn’t be surprised to see her dressed so light. Still, I’m amazed. I know she’s beautiful but to see her like this, out of her preppy work attire… Well, as cheesy as it may seem, it takes my breath away. And I freeze. She’s lying on her tanning chair reading a book intensively. The porch light is hitting her book and her upper body. Her chest moves up and down in the pace of her breathing. There are drops of water or sweat on her skin making it shimmer in the light. I feel a sudden urge to taste them. Lick them off her glorious breasts. I feel my heart beat racing now, my breath has turned shallow and slow. A cool breeze brushes her hair down to her left breast interrupting my gaze. Embarrassed, I close my eyes, but am soon compelled to look at her again. She shuts her eyes and tilts her head back; inhaling the fresh air like she hadn’t breathed in ages. Her sensual, arched posture is so sexy I feel myself getting more and more turned on; my erection getting harder. She hasn’t noticed me yet. Hiding behind some small trees and bushes, I feel like I’m just some perv that sneaked in thru her hedgerow to watch her. Sure, I come uninvited but something drew me here. I needed to see her, talk to her. Now I just can’t take my eyes off of her or say a word. I just stare in awe.

That must be a very good book. She turns back to reading it as the cool air passes. She’s holding it in one hand and holding the other one close to her mouth, one finger between her soft, pouting lips. She tries not to bite her nail, but does so anyway. She sucks the finger a little. She curls and uncurls her bare toes. Through all her little motions she’s making me crazy with the desire to touch her. Everything about her, head to toe, is so inviting. So sexy beautiful. And she wears so little in her sheltered little yard. Her gorgeous breasts are dressed only in the dark red lace bra caressing them. I can see her hard nipples through it. She takes her finger off her mouth and takes it down her body, drawing a line from her mouth to her neck, to her boobs. She holds it there for a while. I wonder if she’s thinking to caress them too, but then she continues her little line to her smooth belly and rests her hand there. She plays with the edge of the fabric there, lost in the reading. Following the hand move, my eyes follow her body further down. To the arch of her hip, covered with a see-through, dark blue fabric that is tied to serve as a skirt. It follows the shapes of her crossed legs under it. All her curves are so… right. Inviting me further in…

- “Oh” she sighs quietly. I quickly turn my eyes back to her face, panicked. Has she noticed me? It would be hard to explain myself now. I came here to talk to her, not to stalk her. Yet something about seeing her intimate moment sends me mixed signals. Open invites to come in… and to stay out. Like someone is wiggling a carrot to a bunny and then pointing at a trap. So I’m stuck in the middle, unable to move. Something about it all makes me want to watch and see where this is going. The last sensible thought in my head is telling me to go. Run away, don’t look back. Give her privacy. But that thought leaves my head when she sighs again, a voice of pleasure. That’s some book she’s reading… She’s obviously turned on like I am, maybe even more. She closes her eyes again and puts her book away. She starts to caress herself with both hands. Gently squeezes her breasts and circles her thumbs around the nipples. Her hips move restless. She hums softly, like a purring cat. Then her hands part. The other one goes up, to caress a spot in her neck. The other one goes lower, lower… “Leave!” I scream at myself in my head. “Go away before you get even more captivated and do something stupid”. I know where this is going and I shouldn’t be here. Slowly I back away eyes on the ground. One step. Two, three… I get behind the big rose bush when I hear her call my name. “Paul… oh, Paul…” My eyes dart out to her again. What? Is she fantasizing about me? My heart jolts to the sound of her soft words. So, so sensual… Suddenly there’s a crack under my foot. - “Shit!” escapes my lips. Oh damn, I’m busted. What to do? What to do? Panic rises inside my chest. I will loose her friendship forever for this. I’m a pervert. A Perv behind a rose bush, god damned! My breath stops again.

- “Who’s there?” She calls out scared. She didn’t see me? Maybe she’ll think I just came and saw nothing. Maybe I can act like I just got here. I don’t want her to be scared all night so I can’t just shut up and leave anymore. My lungs start to burn. I need to breathe again. - “Hey! It’s me, Paul. From work. Don’t panic!” I answer her. “Don’t shoot me. I just got here” Well, a little white lie never hurts. I step out of the shadows so she can see me. She’s sitting on the edge of her chair now. Breathing unevenly. Wide, terrified eyes. They are such beautiful brown eyes. - “Oh, I’m so relieved. There was a burglary next door last week.” Her voice is a bit higher than usual. She’s blushing. She still looks like she’s glowing. She’s so turned on, still. - “Oh. I’m sorry to scare you. I just wanted to come over and… talk” I say, cursing my pause. That’s going to sound suggestive… - “Oh…” She answers blushing more deeply and setting her eyes on the ground. - “Would you… want some beer or something?” She asks waving inside. She’s twisting her fingers, entwining and separating them. She’s nervous, trying to keep her eyes off me. Understandable. Knowing what I just interrupted. I feel a little blush on my cheeks too. Uh-no, very manly. I clear my throat before answering. - “Beer. Thanks.” She stands up and walks inside, her hips swinging seductively to her steps. The way she walks has been tormenting me all week. Even now it messes with my head. I feel like I’m under some weird spell. I run my hand thru my hair and sigh. What am I doing here? Where will this go?

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Rachel

I lean towards the open fridge to cool off. I was hot before, but now… I grimace for the icy air numbing my nipples. Oh crap, I’ve still got only my bra covering my boobs. I open my make-shift skirt and tie it above my breasts. This still isn’t appropriate for meeting a colleague, but will have to do. I turn the now make-shift dress so that the knot is on my side. I pick a long scarf and tie it on my waist as belt, holding the fabric on place better. I hope I don’t flash him. I take a couple of beers and hold them against my belly as I walk back outside. Anything to cool off. This heat wave is burning me up. Indian summer in September. It’s like the weather is following the lead set by my new partner at work. I think I do a pretty good job hiding how appealing he is to me, but it does a number on my body. And mind. All the dirty fantasies I’ve head this week... I’m blushing again when I get to the patio.

He is standing next to a big plant, back towards me, and shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other. – “So what’s up?” I ask trying to sound casual. It startles him and he quickly turns around to face me. He takes the beer out of my extended arm, clearing his throat. – “I-a… I don’t know”, he admits blushing lightly. Very cute. I’m a bit baffled by his words. – “I mean; I was in a party but got bored. I thought of how much nicer it would be to spend time with you than my friends and their crazy buddies… I mean… I just wanted to come to talk with you”, he talked fast, darting his eyes to the ground on every pause but quickly turning them back to my face. I don’t know how to respond to that. I didn’t know we were that close. We have a common project at work; I’m kind of his boss. This is hardly appropriate no matter what I wear. Having him at my home… Did we cross that line when I agreed to lunch today? We had a little casual conversation about food, that’s all. –“What brought this on? We’re not exactly friends…” I inquire bemused, making him more nervous. He takes a big gulp from his bottle before answering. –“I’m sorry… I’m… intruding… I should go”. –“Oh, no need. I wouldn’t want things to turn awkward between us just because I’m a bad hostess”, I answer in haste; not wanting him to go.

We sit down on my small table at the patio. In silence. Sure, this isn’t awkward at all… We gulp at our bottles, staring at the pool. I bite my lip trying to think of something to talk about. Sure, I could talk about work, but how dull would I seem? I’m almost painfully aware of his closeness. I’ve grossed my legs but my thighs are still itching to get touched. –“So… How was your ride here? It’s a bit far from downtown”, I ask just to say something. How did he even know where I live? –“It was okay. I hope you don’t mind me barging in… I saw your address on one of your letters at work”, he answers just as tense. Conversation flows so much easier at work when there’s the project to concentrate on. I take another big gulp on my bottle and it empties. Awesome! Another trip to the fridge! –“You want another one too?” I ask lifting my bottle suggestively, trying to be a good hostess. –“Um, sure”, he answers. –“Do you mind me taking off some clothes? I’m a bit…baked”, He asks embarrassed. –“Sure, it’s okay”, I answer too quickly. Crap. As he starts to open the upper buttons on his shirt, I turn and walk away before he catches me from staring at his chest. I’m sure it will be just as sexy, or more so, without that shirt on.

I tilt my head inside the fridge now, trying to clear it from all the naughty thoughts spawning in there. This is my colleague. Behave! We can be friends, maybe. But anything more would be so, so bad. Why does that thought only make me hotter? When I return to the patio I get a quick glance of Paul’s firm buttocks as he steps out of his pants and jumps in the pool, wearing nothing but boxers. My heart jumps to my throat and pumps there like its on steroids. He glides under water and when he rises to the surface again, he takes long, relaxed strokes from one end of the pool to the other. Looking at his long beautiful muscles work like that has not so unexpected effects on my own muscles. They tense up. I can feel my crotch pulsing just as wild as my heart. My breathing gets hitched; maybe because of the lump, maybe because I’m just so damn aroused…

I keep my eyes on the ground as I walk back to my seat and set the bottles on the table. Then my eyes drift back to the pool in front of me. He continues his swim uninterrupted. His butt now goes underwater and surfaces, underwater, surfaces… He is using just his arms to swim now. Legs move only a little. Butterfly-swimming? It’s mesmerizing how the water falls off his buns and then the booty gets swallowed by the pool again. Again and again… He comes to the far end again and turns only to dive again. He glides thru the water again, like some rare, exotic fish. He surfaces close to me and there he is; his dark hair dripping wet, his hot, toned body glimmering and his dark eyes set in mine. A lone drop tangles from his eye lashes and he blinks to get rid off it. Looks like wink, but I know better. Stay still my heart… I smile at his little endeavor. –“I hope you don’t mind me jumping in there like that. It really felt like I needed it”, he says apologetic. –“Nah, no worries”, I shrug causing him to grin. –“I don’t blame you. This weather is brutal. I’ll probably dip in later, too.” I continue and throw him my towel as he climbs off the pool and I really need him to cover up some of that incredibly sexy, bronze statue-like body of his. Also, his boxers are hugging his hips and privates very closely now that they’re wet. Very distracting… –“Thanks”, he answers and rubs the towel in his hair before wrapping it around his waist and sitting down again. The planes of his chest heave as he settles his breath. Then he wraps his sexy lips around his bottle and takes a long, reviving taste. I can’t keep my eyes off of his closed eyes, beautifully formed facial features and tanned chest. I grave to kiss his strong jaw line; the spot where it meets his neck… I startle when he sets his bottle on the table with a thump. –“Sorry”, he says; his piercing eyes set on mine. I let out a nervous laughter. He looks into my eyes lost in thought. His gaze seems so passionate and inviting, I almost forget why I can’t reach over the table and answer to the call. I reach for my bottle without looking and accidentally tilt it over. The cold liquid falls to my lap and I stand up screaming a little. –“Oh shoot”, I curse. –“Oh, let me help you with that”, Paul says opening his towel and handing it towards me. Almost naked again. The aroused tickle under my skin, in my muscles, gets worse. –“Oh! No. You can keep that. I-a… I’ll just hang this to dry…” I mumble and take off my tied dress, hanging it on my chair’s back. Suddenly I feel very naked; only in my bra and undies. I feel his stare on me. -“I-a… I think I take that swim now”, I continue, stepping towards the pool.

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Paul

She takes a few quick, half-running steps towards the pool and dives in like a pro. So smooth, so slender. Just like her body. I saw glimpses of it flashing as the fabric around her moved on her steps. Its soft caress on her skin… I envy the damn thing. And now it hangs there, abandoned. Like me. She takes so long under water, I get a bit worried. Finally she emerges, her back towards me. –“Damn, this is cold!” She curses in a high pitched voice making me laugh. It makes me more relaxed. Maybe the beer is going to my head already, because I hear myself saying –“Do you want me to come and warm you up?” It stops my breath and my chest feels like exploding. Why the hell did I have to go say that for? My stomach feels full of knots as I wait for her response. She keeps her cool and says –“Sorry, I didn’t catch that. I had water on my ear.” Nice save.

She takes just a few strokes in the pool and seems very self-conscious, looking at me from the side of her eye. I feel so guilty of staring. Who could blame me? There’s a gorgeous woman practically naked in front of me. And this particular woman has had the weirdest pull on me ever since the first moment we met. Can it really be just five days ago? This… Celestial being walked into our office and was announced our new boss in our new project. Every man, and some of the women, were attracted to her beautiful face from the beginning, but I… I just felt like everything about her pulled me in. The way she walked, the way she touched her hair when she was nervous, the lip biting, the way she smelled… The way she talked was just so… fascinating. She’s quickly done with her swim now, and stands in the pool, shaking. –“Are you cold? You can have the towel!” I offer. Then I remember the erection I’m trying to hide from her. Not such a good idea. –“I-uh… I’ll just put my pants on…” I add. She smiles ashamed and turns her back towards me. –“Okay, I’m done”, I say after quickly zipping my pants. I walk towards the pool, my hands open, holding the towel between them for her to dive in. The urge to take care of her is stronger than any inhibition. She climbs off and walks to me embarrassed. –“Eh… Thanks”, she says her teeth clashing together. Poor thing. –“Don’t mention it”, I answer wrapping the towel around her, rubbing a little. She just stares at my chest, biting her lip. I realize I've got my hands around her. I gulp, trying to get down this sudden lump in my throat. I feel electrified, every muscle tensing, pulse rising again... Her lip biting is so damn sexy, even now. Especially now. She’s just an inch away from me. It would be so easy to just put my arms around her properly and pull her in…

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Rachel

Why is this happening? Why do I want this to be happening? I don’t need an office romance to spoil this chance for me! Why does it feel so easy to just go to him? It feels so good to have him rubbing me. It warms me up in many ways, not just friction. His hands stop moving and he lets them fall to his sides. He stands there rigid. Waiting. I feel my hot breath gush out between my lips. I lift my eyes from his pecs. One of them cramps, making it jump very sexy. He must be very aware of my stare. His collarbones, his neck, his chin line… They invite me to kiss, to feel. The left side of his mouth pulls down again and again. Those lopsided smiles have been giving me butterflies all week. He's nervous. Don’t be nervous, I want to say. I know I should tell him to go away, but… I hold the towel on with one hand, and let the other be drawn to his neck. I touch it lightly. He startles a little and gasps. I let out a little nervous laughter and now land my hand on his neck. It feels... His warm skin feels soft, but my thumb touches his chin and there’s a little bristle. The soft and coarse texture in one touch feels stimulating. I feel his hot breath on my hair, on my forehead. I lift my gaze to his face only to find his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of my touch. As I caress his chin with my thumb, he licks his upper lip. It looks so… delicious. Well, I've gone this far… My body feels stiff and relaxed at the same. Little flashes of hot and cold go through me. The butterflies… The moist between my legs… I wouldn't forgive myself not to…

I lean in, just a little bit closer to touch his lips with mine. They’re hot too, like his skin. I feel the warmth oozing from him before I feel his lips on mine. It’s the softest little kiss ever. He just stands there, waiting for me to set the pace. Savoring the moment. I’d hate to ruin it by rushing. I deepen the kiss a little, invite him to respond. He cracks his lips and equals my light suction. It stirs something inside me, to feel him like this. I yearn for more. My breathing gets faster now, and so does his. I open my lips more and deepen the kiss further. He answers me eagerly now. His lips are so soft and strong against mine, so fitting. They take turns in closing in and backing out; as if he wants more but holds back. His tongue meets mine just as I dart it out, wanting to taste him better. He tastes like the bitter beer but also a mix of something else, sweeter. The kiss evolves into devouring, into wrestle of the tongues. It’s satisfying and still makes me want more.

Our covetous, endless kiss makes my head hum; the back of my head feels light and dizzy. My knees feel soft. I wrap both of my arms around his neck and let the towel fall down. I press my chest against his; partly for warmth, and just to feel more of him. He feels so hot, mine is still cool and wet from the water. He shivers to my touch and I pull away to apologize but he just smiles against my lips and pulls me back closer. So I just lean in, so close to him I feel his hard on against my hips. It surprises me a little, it feels so big. When my hips touch his cock, it flinches towards me. Somehow this makes me feel happy. I want to tease him, to give him some satisfaction. I start heaving my hips side to side, rubbing myself against his hard on. My heart beats so fast, it feels almost as if it’s vibrating in my chest. My hands on his neck, I feel his pulse is racing too. I have to break the kiss to catch up on my breathing. We’re still so close, we’re panting on each other’s face. I open my eyes to look at him, seek any hint of remorse. Far from it. He grins at me baffled but looking happy. His dark eyes stare in mine so intensively, it feels hypnotic. Lust has darkened his eye color even more but he still looks the most honest man ever. I won’t regret either; I decide as lean back a little to give room for my hand to explore his heaving chest. I caress every muscle and enjoy how they respond to my touch. His pecs, his abs… I can’t get over how amazing his skin feels to me. He only has a thin T-shaped area of chest hair. It’s very inviting to kiss and nuzzle into. But I only reach his neck. He has his hands around my waist; he held me up when my knees went weak. My hips are still against his; his dick is flinching to my every touch. Arousing me further.

I nibble on his collarbone. I plant little kisses to trail the bone and the big vain on his neck. He has his eyes closed again, absorbing my every kiss, every touch. His hands are fondling my lower back. The other one goes lower, to carefully cup my ass. He squeezes it and embraces it. It feels surprisingly good. I’ll bet anything he does with his sexy, warm hands feels good. There’s only the lace underwear between his hand and my ass. When he goes even lower, to my thigh; he pulls my leg up, stopping my heaving. He pulls me closer. I curl my leg around his thigh for support. The way my leg is, angles my crotch right against his; making every movement cause friction to my clit. An audible sigh escapes my lips. His other hand goes lower. He teases my inner thigh with the softest touch. It tickles in a good way. When he cups his hand on my lower butt, his fingertips touch my pussy and it makes me startle. I laugh nervously. –“Sorry.” –“Stop apologizing. You didn't do anything wrong”, he says in a low, gentle voice. It sends a new fleet of butterflies inside me, taunting me. So sexy… It makes me yearn for another kiss and as it steals all his attention, his grip on my thigh lets go. It makes me fight to find my balance again and breaks our kiss. I laugh apoplectic again and he shakes his head. I smile wide, inviting and take his hand and pull him towards the tanning chair. He sits down with curious eyes. He lies down on the backrest and I sit on top of him, my feet on each side of the chair. My legs are spread so wide, my pussy is resting on top of his hard, pulsing cock and each little movement sends waves of pleasure through me. I can’t help smiling. I lean down to kiss him knowing I’m giving him a great view of my bosom. I rest my hands on his chest and play with his nipples. As another mind blowing kiss makes me hazed, I rub myself against his erection. I aim my clit to get the best of the friction. I moan inside his mouth, unwilling to break the kiss.

His breathing is labored. His hands sweep across my lower back, disoriented until they land on my butt and start squeezing. He moves one of his hands over my panties and aims deeper. Deeper. Until it’s not my ass at all. The inside of my thigh feels oversensitive to his touch. He draws small circles on it, making me moan more. He then moves his hands to my panties again, over my pussy. He rests the warm hand over it for a while, and then starts moving it a little. I can’t move anymore. I sit on top of him, resting to his chest; panting to his neck. Nibbling it when I can. He slips his hand inside my panties and chuckles slightly to the surprising wetness. More circles… Magic circles, driving me crazy… He starts passing my clit on every round. He never misses one sensitive spot. But the position is a little too straining for his hand to carry on too long. I sigh dissatisfied when he pulls his hand away and lands it back to my waist. He catches my mouth to another kiss, distracting me as he moves me to lie next to him. He dives back into my panties from the front side without breaking the kiss. He carefully slips two fingers inside me and starts moving them in and out, deeper every time. He curls his fingers inside me, towards my belly. Finding another sensitive spot. And his thumb wanders to my clit, making me moan really noisy against his mouth. As I start panting more, I have to pull my face away to breath. I accidentally offer him my neck and he lands it with wet little kisses. He is everywhere and he is making me come. And come. With fireworks. Talented, long fingers…

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Paul

There never really is anything quite same as a woman pulsing around me, weather it’s my dick or my fingers. Just the warmness, the wetness, the knowing that I've just given someone something special… The knowledge that I just made HER very happy, gives me more satisfaction than any other before. As she lies beside me, resting her head on my chest; her whole body is pressed against me. It’s warm now; heated by passion. Intriguing thought that I could excite someone like that; like she does to me. My hand rests on the curve of her hip and my thumb strokes the side of her belly. Funny how every stroke makes her abs tense a little more, like they vibrate. Sexy. I pull back a little, giving her more room to lie on her back. The edge of the tanning chair is pressing my side a bit painfully but it doesn't really matter. As long as she’s comfortable. I move my whole hand on her tummy; my touch is so light I hardly touch her at all. Just skin on skin, the lightest pressure. It feels like there are tiny lightnings between. I suck on my lip nervously as my fingers twitch to her closeness and touch her belly one by one making her abs tense again and her back arch so she could get closer to my hand. It makes my body response immediately. Heavier breathing again, my dick is twitching towards her, begging to be relieved already.

I bend down on her mouth for one more of those amazing kisses. They’re like salt water; creating the illusion of relieving my thirst when in actually it’s just making it grow larger. She answers thirstily, too; reaching her hand closest to me, to touch me. It’s too close for anything but the trail of hair from my navel into my pants. She tousles the fur slightly, making me tickle. She then starts following it down, all the while still kissing me. I feel her fighting a smile as she tries to keep the kiss deep and agonizingly wonderful. Her fingers find my buttons and slowly manage to open them one by one. I realize my touch on her belly has turned into heated rubbing, going lower and lower. Her hand dives into my pants to greed the pulsing cock. It wiggles to her touch like an excited puppy. I fight to hold myself from coming to her first touch. It’s been a while… Her giggle breaks our kiss for a second but she quickly turns back to my neck again; leaving me panting freely. She must really be into sucking neck… She even nibbles my earlobe. All the while driving me crazy with caressing my cock with her soft, gentle hands. Long, indulging slides up and down the shaft… And then she puts her damn fingers around it… It only takes a few strides to make it pulse harder; to come in her perfect little hand. She chuckles against my neck and then kisses it again. Small, moist kisses all over; until she’s back at my mouth whispering –“It’s okay silly. You didn't do anything wrong…” I was just about to apologize, blushing. It makes me chuckle how she returns my earlier words to me. She takes her hand out of my underwear and still caresses my cock through them. It goes a little softer but not totally limp. How could it, with her so close to me? It will rise again. Just a little encouragement…

Her face is still right in front of mine, breathing on me; her eyes on mine. They look so fierce, and there are joy and laughter in them. Not like she’s laughing at me, but as she’s having fun and asks for more. I could never deny anything from her. Another kiss ravishes our already swollen lips. My hand gravitates to play with her breast. The bra is on the way; seems to be confining those gorgeous lumps and pressing painfully on her nipples. I reach to her back to open them and they loosen their grip on her. I throw them to the ground behind her, breaking our kiss, but quickly return to her luscious lips. I play with her boobs more; circling my thumb around her nipple with the softest touch, squeezing a little. Making her moan again. I suck on her other tit, imitating the circling motions with my tongue. The sound of her whimpering puts my cock on full alert again, pulling towards her. I move to lie on top of her; my opened pants still on. I rub myself against her; kissing and panting. I feel my pants fall lower to my thighs and there’s only two pieces of fabric between us. Her hands wander restlessly on my stomach and back. She wants more. I want more. Her hands find my boxers and start pulling them down. I rise to her lips again, so she can reach the underwear better. She gets them past my hips and then uses her legs to get them all the way down. I kick both my pants off. I tease her with more gentle kisses and rubbing my erection against her pussy through her panties. She groans and bites her lower lip frustrated. She lifts her hips against me on my every move, making me dizzy with lust. Finally I can’t take it anymore and pull away to take off the last thing between us. She moves her beautiful legs to help me and I can’t help fondling them; kissing her thighs. I kiss a little trail all the way to her all exposed pussy and blow some hot air, right to her clit…

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Rachel

Are you kidding me?! I want to yell, but no words would come out. Just the haste panting and the most embarrassing moans. More teasing… I want you inside me… No, don’t stop that… Umm… Can’t you do both…? After the little blow, he bends into my crotch and kisses my clit. He starts licking it in the most amazing way. Over it, up and down; and then he starts circling it too, like he did with the nipples before. He’s driving me crazy. I want him to stop and I don’t want him to stop… Finally it becomes too urging to get his cock inside me. It felt so perfect in my hand. Just the right size and shape… I bend my legs above his knees and pull my crossed legs towards his butt, forcing him to come higher. He chuckles between pants and quickly kisses a route up to my lips. Sneaky; I can barely taste my juices on his lips since he dried them by kissing my skin. The tasty sweet and sour are still the clearest tastes in his mouth. I pull him closer; feeling his weight over me - skin on skin - excites me more. I lift my hips against him again, desperate to guide him in. There it is; the tip of his cock teases me by nudging against me gently and then he smiles as he pulls away. Damn you, man… I lift my hips higher on his next thrust and suddenly he dives in, surprising us both to gasp. We keep breathing through our mouths, against each other’s necks and shoulders as we find a common pace quickly. I lift my hips towards him on every push, retreat in each pull. Feeling him slide in and out of me gives me the greatest high. He’s so close to me, skin on skin all the way, that it creates friction to my clit too. I feel woozy, lightness in the back of my head.

The fast pace suddenly slows down; he calms us to more sweet one. He kisses me again, small kisses between the breaths. He swipes a stray hair off my face and smiles. –“You look amazing… glowing…” He sighs adoring. He looks like he wants to add more but bites his lip to stop it. I feel like I should answer something, but the pace tenses again, making it hard to speak. I’m starting to feel the hip-lifting on my abs but I don’t care; it feels too damn good. I lift my legs higher, cross them over his lower back and pull myself closer to him in his pace by using the muscles in my legs, belly and butt. He rises to his hands, freeing my chest and getting a better angle to this new position. It kind of seems like he’s doing push ups on top of me. He gets deeper, making us both whimper like dogs in heat. His sounds are more silent; heavy, labored breathing and low growls escaping every now and then. I can’t hold my voices in anymore. On every breath, there’s a sound of some kind; high, low, something in between. With every thrust I come a little more… and then he can’t hold it anymore but gives in on my pulsing around his cock. It trembles inside me, and he shakes above me. I feel him come, pulsing. It feels good on the now tender flesh inside me. His hot breath on my neck burns. Then it starts to calm down and turns into sweet little kisses. He returns to my lips again. Sweet kisses, with our bodies entwined together, unwilling to let go.

Exploring... *N17!!!!* *girl on girl-action*

-->Introduction: All mine. I reserve all the rights. Straight from my head, labored it in many nightly, lonely hours.

I'd like to slap a big steaming 'Parental control' sticker on this. It's about sex. Or the latter half anyways. The beginning builds the tension, I'd advise you not to jump ahead. Some words are very 'not for children'. You've been warned.

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I’m on overdrive! Grinning like an idiot, I feel a big ball of joy and excitement about to burst out of my chest. I can’t wait to get to unravel all my energy at the dance floor with some steamy song giving me the beat. But at first we’ve planned to go indulge ourselves with some delicious Chinese food and then some girly movie. I can’t even remember the last time I ate out or went to the movies. How ever, it’s only 4pm and it’s time to get to Ali’s place and get ready for the night. As soon as we get in, we call at the same time: -“Oh! Shower! RIGHT NOW!” It’s been a really hot day and I feel very slimy. I just sat hours in a train without AC. – “You go a head first” I say in spite of that. “I’ll check what the heck I packed with me.” Alice nods with a small thankful smile, then gets her towel from the bedroom and heads for the bathroom. I unpack the clothes that I plan to wear tonight. Black pants and a dark red top. Both of them pretty tight, caress my body on the right spots. Make me look good. There’s also my dark, lacy underwear. The panties are the hot pants-model, giving my hips softness, making my curves more prominent. The bra is strapless, it lifts my boobs up perky. I put my clothes and towel on the sofa to wait my turn and think about taking my ugly back bag to the bedroom. Away from staining the preppy living room. In the bedroom I see that Alice has already put out her clothes, too. On the top I see a dark red string. Oh, I think; that must fondle the crotch very nicely… I hear the shower turn off and get in a hurry to get out of the bedroom. I feel guilty. I was just about to reach out to touch those hypnotic underpants. Now an image comes to my mind about how well they must fit Alice’s lovely round hips. I blush of the thought and am thankful that there’s nobody to see. I feel a bit wet thanks to my travel fever and wandering thoughts.

Alice comes off the shower looking fresh and revitalized. We exchange a few words and then it’s my turn. I lock the door behind me and take off the clothes that have clued themselves to my skin. I startle when my hand hits my belly, full of butterflies. Shower time! I’ve got my usual, boring shampoo and soap with me, but there’s lovely feminine scents lingering in the bathroom. I decide to try some of Alice’s products. After washing my hair with color-revitalizing shampoo, I put some honey-scented conditioner on my head. Then I find a little bottle of musk-scented soap and poor it on a small sponge. At first I rub the sponge against my belly until it foams properly. Then I squeeze and rub the foam to the breasts, and then where ever I can reach. Intoxicating aromas and my massaging movements make me more aroused than I’ve ever been by my own touch before. I notice my breathing getting heavier and chafe myself with both hands; one still holding the sponge that feels both raspy and soft at the same time. I take the sponge to my left breast and pinch the nipple in its folds. I massage the boob a little and let out a small audible sigh. I suppress my voice and decide to finish my shower before I do something embarrassing. But I’m still very oversensitive and enjoy the running water on my skin a little more than usual. I feel how it takes the conditioner from my head, to my back, slowing down at the crack, and eventually tickling down my feet. The water feels good as it goes everywhere. Almost. Time to wash my veejay. I stir at the sensation of how randy it is. Just the feeling of the running water feels stunningly arousing, pleasing. I realize I can’t act normal if I don’t do something about my uncontrolled lust. I take my hand down and lightly touch my clit. I have to bite my lip not to scream. I let the water go to every nook as I fondle my pearl with chancing rhythms. The need of getting something inside me gets overwhelming and I move the shower to my clit and my hand lower, pressing two of my fingers thru the hot, wet hole. It pulses around my fingers and the fingers feel so damn good it gets hard to breath. I press the shower head against my pussy and move it against it as I move my fingers faster and faster. The rasp shower head, the soft water and the rhythmic movements makes my knees go weak and I have to squat down, rest toward the wall. I try to stay silent but soft moans escape my lips with every panting breath. Finally I feel myself coming; my twat pulsing around my fingers and waves of pleasure washing over me. I feel satisfied, yet still wanting more. Panting like I just ran a marathon I get up on my shaky feet and hope I didn’t make too much noise. In the last moments I really lost all sense of reality. I shower once more with cold water all over my body.

Wrapped in my towel I go to the sofa and sink into it, drained. – “You took a long one”, Alice says, staring at me curious. I blush and start brushing my hair. I’m so thankful of my long hair as I bend down and let them fall, covering my face. It’s quiet for a while but then Alice starts talking about the night and we get into excited chit chat. She says she’s not going out tonight to hit on guys since she has someone staying over. Light flirting will do. –“Please, don’t do that just for me!” I giggle. –”you never know… You might meet The One tonight!” Alice just giggles and shakes her head. She goes to the bedroom and I assume she’s going to get dressed. I start dressing myself and I’m almost set, just putting on my top when Alice storms into the Living room with pants on but her upper body totally naked. I startle a little and get surprised how much I have to concentrate on keeping my eyes on her eyes. Her beautiful, firm little boobs seem magnetized. All the sudden I can imagine caressing them and kissing those perfect little tits all over. Sucking those perky little nipples… I go as far as taking a step towards her when I freak out about it. What the Hell…? I hope Alice didn’t notice any of it. But she just smiles at me excited and asks –”which top fits better?” She’s waving a black corset-top on her left hand and a tight short-sleeved top in the other. I’m just about to say the corset looks awesome when she says –“I absolutely looove this corset! I don’t even need a bra with it!” And then she starts putting it on right then and there. There’s suddenly a huge lump in my throat. I give her a small encouraging smile and turn around quickly. I have to swallow. And maybe wipe off some drool. My hands are shaking. I’ve got butterflies in my belly. And they’re flying out of my pussy… which is wet again. Even more so than before. My uneven heartbeat tunes out the background music and all I can think is her awesome rack. When the Hell did I turn lesbian? I blink. And I blink again. I realize I’m breathing harder again. I flee to the bathroom and sit on the toilet seat until my panting slows down. Hell no am I masturbating to the thought of my sexy best friend. I don’t even have the time. We still need to put on make up!

At last we get ourselves ready and out. We find ourselves marveling at a beautiful Chinese place. It’s packed but we find a small table for two near the windows. We go thru the menus talking about all things possible. Cute guys, jokes, what we expect from the night… Eventually we both order duck in sweet and sour sauce and rice. We eat the filling meal in silence and abrupt chit chat. –“This food is so good, the enjoyment is almost sexual!” Alice cries out after her last mouthful. I nearly spit out mine as I burst into laughing. I really can’t disagree with that statement. We blush at all the eyes turning to us and quickly pay our bill and walk to the movie theater. We’re almost late. We decide to go see 40 days and 40 nights. It’s not exactly a new movie and we have no idea why they’re playing it now, but we take that one since all the other movies seem to be action blasts and horror flicks, and we’re really not in the mood for those. We quietly continue our chat about Alice’s last boyfriend’s pros and cons until the movie begins. Then we just watch it and laugh at the jerk, twisting and fuming in his sex-deprived personal Hell. Then comes the romance and the scene when he fondles his new girlfriend’s naked body with a flower until she comes. My breath hitches and I’m in awe of how beautiful the woman’s body is. So damn sexy… I want to be that flower… The man is just a sidekick to her exquisite entity… Rest of the movie was a blur to me. My thoughts wonder to how amazing it would be to explore another woman’s body. What would it feel like to kiss a soft breast…? To suck on a tiny, purdy nipple…? Burry my face into someone’s soft, feminine belly…? Lick… Oh my… Shit! My hand touches Alice’s soft hand as I clutch to the armrest. I cough a little and notice I’m slightly panting again. Shit! What the Heck is wrong with me tonight? One could almost think I live sex-deprived at home! Certainly not the case… I blush a little as we leave the theater and steer to a near by bar. We plan to have a few drinks there and talk about the movie before hitting the club. I’m a little abashed for not remembering many of the scenes Alice mentions. We still have a lot of fun talking and laughing at the male-lead’s mishaps.

Finally we get to the dim night club where the colored lights pulse to the beat. Great, now nobody sees my blushes! I guess I’ve become an unsocial creature since everything makes me blush. I fear people will notice that my eyes cling more to the women than the men tonight… Well, I really don’t care what other people think; I just don’t want Alice to think I’ve turned into a drooling dike… Even if I were, I wouldn’t want to ruin a friendship like that. My thoughts are interrupted by Alice’s hand grasping mine and pulling me towards the bathrooms. We need to check that the make up still looks good. And I really need to pee. I’m amazed how wet I am again. I have to wipe several times. Not only are my thoughts totally wild today, the seam of my tight pants has been rubbing my freshly-trimmed crotch ever since I put them on. It really feels sensational thru the lacey underwear. We finish up and head to the bar. I’m as thirsty as a Hell hound. But I need to be careful; I can already feel the previous drinks in my head and I really don’t trust myself tonight. As we zip our super-sweet drinks, too sweet, we try to talk over the music but it’s useless. We go walk around the place, Alice’s showing me the entire club. It’s her favorite. We receive approving looks and flirting. I’m careful not to send any guys misleading signals. I’m not here to cheat on my boyfriend but to have fun with my friend! After circling enough, we go to the dance floor. It’s still quite empty. We’re early. We dance about three feet apart from each other. I close my eyes, sucking in the music; finding the beat and start moving to it. The rhythm is like a living thing that takes me over, goes to my limbs and makes me move sensually. The music is my lover. I feel like I’m making love to it. I open my eyes and see Alice’s got some nice new moves. We nod approvingly to each other. I fear I’m a bit rusty. I try to yell it to her, over the music but she doesn’t hear me. I repeat a few times but it’s useless. Finally we just lift our shoulders and burst into laughter. This is so great. Just what I wanted. I feel relaxed and sexy. It’s been a while…

Suddenly Alice smirks at me and dances closer to me. I understand that she wants to play our old game ‘Lets dance like lesbians and all the men go crazy’. We smile to each other knowingly, look into each other’s eyes flirting and dance really closely. My gaze wonders to her body unintentionally. We get really close, we almost touch each other. Is there electricity or am I just imagining? I must be… I do my sexiest move of this dance. I go lower and lower on every beat, caressing the air around her, until I’m squatting. Her legs are so gorgeous… I shake my head a little and start going back up, leaning forwards her a little as I do it; making my boobs follow her every curve. To an outside observer it would look like I was hitching myself against her, fondling her. I’d want to… Oh, every inch of my skin is itching to do it… My cunt is pulsing, I feel moist oozing out of it. Dancing makes the seam go wild again… I’m panting and not just for the physical workout I’m getting. But it’s a nice excuse. I don’t need to run away and hide it. But I fear lust is gleaming in my eyes and keep them off her face. Try to look to the roof, the lights, the DJ, anything else… but my feverish gaze returns to her body again and again. Her glorious breasts peaking from the corset… I don’t want to ruin our friendship. This part of our erotic dance has always been part of our tease act but this time I’m the one getting tormented. I wonder if she notices… Sees right thru me, revolted… I gulp and nervously face her eyes again. She smiles for me with stars in her eyes. And leans closer… and her soft lips are on mine! It happens so fast I freeze. I can’t response to it right away but I feel it sending little lightnings all over my body. My nipples get so hard, it hurts. Then I realize she’s just continuing our tease-game to an advanced level. She’s told me before she kisses friends in bars to make guys jealous. I feel used but I also want it. To try it, just once. As she takes another nip to my lips with hers, I open my shaky mouth a little and dart out my tongue to touch her red lips. They taste like her strawberry lip-gloss. It tastes so good; I want to taste more of it. She’s the one surprised now. Her eyes get wide and I feel her smile against my lips as I open my mouth more and kiss her properly. She presses herself closer to me, tilts her head to the side a little and lets her tongue inside my mouth, too. She closes her eyes and I follow her lead as the kiss feels so devine, I let it pull me in full-force. Who cares! This is just a game! It will be over in a second when all the guys are drooling over us like dogs in heat. I can hear them whistle and howl. Yell nasty things at us. I devour the madness of it, the lust. I feel my pussy starting to hurt; it’s so oversensitive against the seam. I have to do something about that soon… But for now, it’s just her soft lips against mine, her tongue wrapping itself around mine… Her boobs rubbing against mine, just few thin pieces of fabric between… this endless-feeling indulgence of her skin on mine… Her breath feels hot against my face, she’s panting too. Hot like fire… Like the fire that burns inside me… rages to have more and more… Suddenly I feel her hands around my waist. They’re shaking, pulling me closer. I’m a little shocked, wondering if I should stop. I realize we’re hardly moving now, and the DJ has changed the music to a softer melody. Our bodies are slightly heaving, hitting a beat every now and then. Our kiss being the only thing wild with pace. It slows and fastens as we explore each other’s mouth. I don’t want it to stop. I don’t want to open my eyes and end it. I want to take the game further… I put my arms around her hips. Softly caressing her back. I swallow and squeeze my eyes tighter. I’m sure soon she’ll pull away… My heart stutters as she takes her hands away… but then they come to my shoulders, twitching nervously. She pulls me closer, so close our bellies touch; our feet seeking for common rhythm for a while. I take a deep inhale and open my eyes slowly. I guess this has gone far enough. She’s watching me intrigued. Her gaze is fierce. As I pull my face away from her now swollen lips, she licks them. Suddenly mine feel lonely. I tremble a little, ready myself to part. The inner muscles in my thighs vibrate in need of touch. One last touch… I try to casually touch her thigh with mine. It makes her startle. Shit. I’m so busted… I pull my eyes off her delicate neck and to her eyes again, expecting resentfulness… Instead I get a wink. There’s something new in her eyes… They’re shining in a new way. Lust…? She wants me, too?

The song never seems to end. We dance, looking into each other eyes. Finally I get the words out of my throat. –“Well… This is… different…” My voice sounds so rasp I hardly recognize it. –“Yeah… Did you… erm… get enough… or…?” She asks wryly. My heart misses a beat. –”Um… Could we…?” I ask, my voice shaking now. I can’t believe this. She MUST be joking… I blush for my eagerness. My thoughts wonder to my Eddie. Would he consider this cheating? But it’s just a passing thought. My life seems so far away, another lifetime. I feel like I’m having a dream. I feel so unattached to myself. Like I’m flying. And still so much in the moment, maybe more than ever before. But… -“What about our friendship?” I ask cautiously, my voice just a whisper. –”Who says it has to change?” She asks winking. I can’t believe she’s flirting with me. Could it really be that easy? She brings one of her hands to my face, caressing my cheek. The other one plays with my neck hair, sending hot and cold flashes across my body. She really wants this. I want really this… I lower my hands to her round bum, caressing it a little; marveling how good it feels to my hands. The fabric of her pants stretching over it… All thoughts leave my head then as she bends in for another deep kiss. I get lost in her mouth…

When the song ends, the beat turns faster again. Popular demand, I guess. The DJ got tired of our little lesbian act. The whistles have seized. I open my eyes and hers are already on mine. She smirks and lowers her hand to mine, grasping it and pulling me with her to the coat racks. We’re leaving. Hand in hand we walk to her place, stopping every now and then for a kiss. Unwilling to ruin what’s happening by talking, we remain silent. Changing shameless gazes. She’s so inviting it scares me a little. How easy this is. I could just take her against that tree over there and she wouldn’t say no. I get a quick mental image of her arching against the tree as I kiss her neck my hand in her pants. I shake my head to the thought. Lets not be THAT daring. Finally we get to her apartment. As we get thru the front door I can’t hold myself any longer. I press her against the wall and kiss her in desperate need. I cup her face with my hand ask –“Are you sure, really?” I still can’t believe this is happening. She nods impatiently and brings her hands to my waist, pulling me closer again. As I bend to taste that inviting, pulsing vain on her neck; I feel her lifting her hands higher and cupping my boobs with shaking hands. It merely tickles thru the bra and top but the sensation still shakes me hard. I kiss a line from her neck to her cleavage, burying my face where her luscious, firm tits meet. I kiss each and reach my hands to open the hooks of the damn sexy corset. Her bare breasts heaving under it. She stops my hands and giggles. –”not there, silly!” We hear a door slamming higher in the staircase and I realize we could still get caught. She takes my hand again and hastily pulls me to her apartment door in second floor. As she tries to unlock the door with shaking hands, I put my hands to her waist and admire her beautiful behind. I hug her from behind and cub both her breast thru the corset. She gasps and looses her knees for a second. Suddenly the lock clicks and the door opens. She takes a quick step inside and crashes against the wall as I suck on her earlobe and squeeze her boobs in my hands harder. They feel so different from my own. So much better. I find her nipple thru the fabric and roll my thumb around it slowly taking my other hand lower. She breaths very heavily and a small scream escapes her lips as I land my hand on her crotch. Thru the pants I caress her up and down around the clit. I’m absolutely mesmerized by her amazing body. Her back arches against my chest as I marvel the sensation of her breast, the silkiness of her neck and how naturally it comes for me to touch her. She pants and makes lovely voices, like she’s singing little notes. “Oh… Oh…” My own breathing is labored as well. I can’t remember ever before being so aroused. But I just want to touch her. It still feels a strange idea to have her touching me. Her knees get too weak and she lands on them, pulling me down behind her. Never disattaching my hands or lips. She leans her head as far back as she can and invites me to kiss her moist, lustful lips. I changed hands; the other one comes up now, to the other breast, the other one goes down. I try opening her pants buttons. It takes a while but I get there. In there. Her bush feels short and curly. I twirl my fingers thru it couple of times loving how they tickle my fingers. My movements are slower now. I’m giving her a chance to catch her breath. And I like to enjoy these new sensations slowly. As my hand gets passed the hair, I gently slide my hand lower, to cup her twat loosely. I then move it slowly up and down, creating a little friction. As I hear her hum and sigh, I know I’m doing it right. I use more pressure now, every time I go back down, my fingers go deeper in to the silky moist of her veejay. Until it’s all wet. I take my three middle fingers and start drawing a circle with them, touching her clit on every round. She leans more heavily to me, her hums turn into singing again. Higher notes. I fasten my rhythm and make her whimper. She sounds so beautiful. My fingers accidentally sink inside her and she gasps with a loud ”Aaah!” It sends heat waves thru my spine. I leave my three fingers in, put them deeper. I don really have much room for in/out-action with her pants still on, so I just move my three fingers as much as I can. And circle her clit with my thumb. For a long while I just play her, enjoy the music coming out of her. She’s panting, shaking in my lap. As I feel her come against my hand, I clutch to her breast more firmly and enjoy the feeling of her pulsing around my fingers, feeling her excitement fill me too as she pants “Oh, oh, oh…” She grasps my thigh. I feel it up my pussy. Getting more and more aroused. This might be a long night… She crashes in my lap with her full weight. So warm. So hot. So damn sexy.

As she recovers, she gets up to her knees and turns to face me. There’s that lovely smirk again. I smile back at her. I’d be perfectly happy if she said that was enough but I wouldn’t refuse if she wanted more. She darts forward to my lips giving me another torrid French kiss. I can taste her passion in her hot breath that gushes to my mouth. I feel light-headed at the back of my head as she throws herself against me strongly. When she pulls away, I’m panting in very short breaths feeling I might pass out. She takes her hands down and pulls off my red top. Then she’s back on my lips again, scorning my insides with her steamy passion. My head feels hazed and yet I feel her body so clearly. She takes her burning kisses to my neck and her hand behind me to unhook my bra. As she takes it off, she leans back and says “So beautiful!” and she cups them, squeezing them firmly. I always hated when guys did that. But she… Her small soft hands just feel good no matter what they do. I look at her with my half-closed eyes and that corset of hers seems just taunting me. It looks so damn sexy, pushing her small boobs up and together on display. I bite my lips as I try opening the many hooks of that damn thing again. And finally succeed as she giggles at my efforts. As the thing falls off and the dim light from the kitchen hits her chest, I now have to remind me that I CAN look; I CAN enjoy the sight. I bend closer to kiss them. “Perfect” I sigh. I kiss them again. She looks down at me, daring look in her eyes. Oh, I do dare… I lick the left nipple. Once. Twice. I twirl my tongue around it a few times making her gasp and shake. I smile in pleasure. She still has her eyes open, facing mine fiercely as she comes closer to me, placing my right knee between her legs and start to maneuver her crotch against it. Up and down. Yet again I admire how freely she enjoys this all. She arches her back to friction induced pleasure and her breasts are right in front of my face. I suck in her nipple, the one I was licking before, and make her scream a little. Then she giggles and starts to moan to the beat of her movement. Looks like fun. Her knee is between my legs, too. So friction it is. I get my mouth of her tit and sit up, riding her leg as she does mine. Feels so damn good. The seam is working in my favor too. She leans forward to kiss me as we do this little midnight ride. She feels hot to my touch as I land my hands back to her boobs and start caressing them both. She does the same and soon we’re panting to each other's mouth for a while. Suddenly she stops and says “What do you say we get rid of these pants.. They’re starting to hurt a little…” I just nod, because I know she’s right. She takes my hand and pulls me up and to her bed. She pushes me to lie on my back and slips out of her pants. Jeez, the string looks even more amazing on her than I dreamed! She grins and starts pulling on my pants. I lift my butt to let them slide off. She throws them on the floor and crawls on top of me, sitting on my hips and bending in for a kiss. Just as it’s getting deep again, she pulls away and smirks. She reached over to her drawer. Her nipple is right on my face so I nip at it, suck on it hard. She lets out a loud “Aaaah” again and pulls away. “Naughty girl.” She says. Wiggling a pink dildo in her hand. She bends in for another, deeper kiss making me pant again. My breasts are heaving against hers. Skin pressing on skin as she moves to lie on her side right next to my side, using my left arm as a pillow. “Close your eyes now. Your turn…” she whispers. I don’t like this idea. I usually don’t enjoy masturbation or oral sex… “Think of your happy place… a sandy beach under the sun… a palm tree… sound of the ocean…” Damn she knows me well. She places wet little kisses to my neck and chest until I’m relaxed. I feel strange, like I’m about to fall asleep but also very conscious of my body. She still lies next to me. I feel the dildo touch between my breasts. She takes it to my nipple and circles it a couple of times. Then she turns the damn thing on and I gasp and let out a silent scream. Jeez! That tickles in a good way! She giggles at my reaction and moves the dildo downstairs. Imitating my earlier movements, she circles my pussy a few times before dipping into it. Inch by inch she eases the vibrating fake cock into me. In and out, in and out… as it gets into a slippery ride, she fastens the pace and her hot breath burns the skin on my neck. I’m the one whimpering now, arching my back and panting. My body tingles all over but especially everywhere that her skin touches me and my now pulsing vulva over flows with the moist. “Oh, honey…” she purrs quietly and pulls out the dildo. I sigh displeased and she giggles. She goes on all four right over me. 69? I figure. Her dripping pussy is right over my face… I pull her pillow to support my neck as I lift my head to lick her. Just as she licks me. She tastes good. Like a sweet and sour fruit. I take long indulging licks, not missing one corner of her lovely little hootch. She imitates my every move. It’s a little distracting to do both at the same time, but I’m in heaven. Soon we find a common rhythm. Just as I think it can’t get better, she turns on the dildo again and puts it inside me. She moves it in a changing rhythm, playing with my clit at the same time. For a moment there I go entirely limp and slump into the pillow to pant and moan like a wounded animal. Then she drips on me again and I pop my head up sucking her clit like it’s the most exquisite exotic fruit. I am on Palm Island, after all, aren’t I? She freezer for a moment but soon continues her efficient work. I feel my self coming. And coming. And coming. I feel dazed and tingling. She gets off from over me and lies next to me, holding my hand as we both struggle to catch our breath and try making the delight to last longer.

As we lie there calm now, She asks me if I regret. I tell her no. What ever comes of it, no. Never. I kiss her again to assure her and she glings to my neck, desperately pulling me closer. Soon I lay on top of her, holding her delicate face as we deepen the kiss. It feels desperate and sad. Like she still needs something from me. I draw circles and lines to her chest with my finger. Cup her breast and carress it. When she finally releases my mouth again, we’re panting again. I take the dildo from her hand and purr it against her thigh. Slowly getting closer. I play my tongue around her nipple again and suck on it as I push the dildo inside her and start the rhythmic movement. I lick and kiss her everywhere I can reach without breaking the rhythm. She breaths so fast it seem impossible, short little moans come with each breath, until she screams my name.