Prelude to Game Day:

Jen sat warily on a high-backed chair. Solid oak, uncomfortable at best. It was ten at night, Saturday. She was the only one in the small meeting room of the Alpha Pi sorority. A long table that could seat ten or more stretched out before her. Paneled walls and thick carpeted floors. Décor from a time long past. But that was Alpha Pi. An ancient among Greek organizations, unchanging in spite of ever-changing times.

The door opened; Jen turned to look. Claire Anderson was entering. She wore a white robe, just long enough to reach her knees. A hood went unused, hanging down her back. She walked past Jen to the far end of the table and sat down. Her hands slowly folded on the table in front of her.

The door opened again, and Jen chose not to turn this time. Two more girls entered, dressed the same as Claire. One passed her on either side. When they reached the far end of the long table, they took the next available chairs.

This whole thing was obviously choreographed as it repeated three more times until there were nine girls seated at the table, ten including Jen. They were all dressed in white robes. Jen was wearing the standard dress of college girls everywhere, jeans and a tee shirt with sneakers.

Game day was and had always been the apex of Alpha Pi’s initiation process. Where in the past, every first-year pledge would endure the challenges of Game Day, now, due to pressure from the University board, only one pledge was selected to represent all of the eleven pledges for the current year. That concession, however, came with enormous resistance from current Alpha Pi members as well as local women who were Alpha Pi alumni. These women were now established businesswomen, successful and major donors to both the university and the sorority. And Alpha Pi women did not like change.

Even though Jen had not been given a reason for this meeting when she was notified by typed instructions enclosed in an Alpha Pi envelope, the rumors among the pledges had circulated for weeks. Who would be the girl chosen for Game Day? Well, Jen, sitting there alone with all of the senior sisters on this Home Coming Weekend, she was fairly sure she knew.

Claire stood. “You must know why you are here.”

Jen nodded. None of the others looked at her as they continued to look down at the table.

“We once celebrated Game Day in a much different way.” She looked at Jen. “I’m sure you are aware.”

Jen remained quiet but she was all too aware of the stories of past Game Days where a dozen or more pledges were sent out of the sorority house totally nude, running in all directions as crowds of students cheered. But that was all she knew. The rest remained hidden to history.

“You should know that you were selected by a committee of both senior sisters and alumni.” She motioned and two girls stood up. They slowly walked around the others, approaching Jen.

“Stand.” One girl said. When Jen was up, they took her by each arm and led her to a small, raised platform near the center of the room. They guided her up onto it and returned to their seats.

Claire spoke again. “Remove your clothes.”

Jen stood there. Expecting, something, not knowing, she paused.

“We have other pledges.” Claire said. “This is not a debate.”

Jen slowly searched for the hem of her tee and as she pulled it over her head, she watched Claire settle back on her chair. With the tee in her hand, she seemed unsure what to do with it.

Finally, she simply let if fall to the floor. Using her toe, she kicked off one of her sneakers and then the other. Jen was a tall slender girl. She was small breasted and where she might wear a sports bra on occasions, usually, like now, she wore none at all. Her fingers trembled as she worked down the zipper of her jeans. She took a deep breath, looked at Claire, saw a bit of a smirk on her face and began working the tight jeans over her slim hips. As she freed one leg and then the other, she realized that all of the girls had turned toward her and were now watching.

For some reason she found herself straightening the jeans and then realized how ridiculous that must look and dropped them. There she stood. On a stage in just her panties.

“And now?” Claire asked.

Jen thumbed the top of those sky-blue panties and eased them over her hips. When they were at her knees, she let them drop and stepped free of them. There she was, long legs, athletic figure, neatly shaved pubic region. The first girl on the far side of the table stood. She walked around the table, behind Claire and up to Jen. She smiled at her. “A long tradition.” She whispered. Her fingers brushed the inside of Jen’s thigh and she moved on, out the door.

The next girl stood and made a similar voyage until she was in front of Jen. “A very long tradition.” Her hand eased between Jen’s legs and slowly inched its way up until a finger traced the folds of Jen’s labia. Then she was gone.

The third girl was an African American. A track star and on a full kocaeli escort scholarship. As she approached Jen, she grinned. “I wish it was like years past.” Her hand cupped Jen’s ass as she leaned forward and placed a kiss on Jen’s abdomen. Jen watched her walk to the door. When she turned to look, she winked at Jen.

Five more girls, one at a time, stopping at Jen, offering some type of encouragement. They also managed to touch Jen in very intimate ways, each one a bit more aggressive than the other. The last girl managed to slip her middle finger into Jen’s vagina and hold it there until she started to tremble.

When the last girl had left and only Jen and Claire remained, Claire stood and walked to in front of Jen. She removed and golden braded cord from a pocket and eased it around Jen’s waist. There was a small blue pouch attached to the cord and Claire tied it, so the pouch was at Jen’s left side.

Claire looked at Jen. “What do you know of Game Day?”

Jen shrugged. “Not much.”

“Good.” Claire said. She removed a piece of folded paper from a pocket. She handed it to Jen. “Open it once you are outside.” She said. “There are ten addresses on the list. Go to them in order. You should receive a token from each place. Put them into this pouch.” She touched the velvet bag. “Here.” she said. She took Jen’s hand and helped her step down from the platform. “One more thing.” Claire said. She began to untie her robe. As it slipped off of her shoulders, a most amazing nude Claire was being revealed. Claire removed her robe and held it out so Jen could put it on.

“Really?” Jen asked. She was sure she was going to be sent out onto the streets totally naked.

“It’s a new day for Alpha Pi.” She smiled. “Not one that pleases us.”

When Jen just stood there, Claire offered. “You should go. You have until ten AM tomorrow. It’s nearing eleven now.” Jen seemed confused. Claire added. “Reach the tenth address before ten and in possession of the first nine tokens.”

“Or?” Jen asked.

Claire smiled. “You are representing your entire class of pledges.” Claire paused. Then she added. “If you fail, the entire group will be expelled from the sorority.”

Jen fumbled with tying the robe and then stuffed the paper into her pocket and out the door she went. Claire smiled to herself and sat back down into the chair at the head of the table.

A moment later, a mousy haired girl looked into the room. “They told me you would be needing these clothes.” She held out a stack, all neatly folded.

Claire waved her in. When the girl was directly in front of Claire, still holding the clothes, Claire said. “I’m sure I saw you on registration day, but I have not had a chance to introduce myself. Slowly Claire lifted her right leg until it draped over the arm of the chair. Then, she raised her left leg, placing it over the opposite arm.

Clair patted her mound. “Put the clothes down. You can help me get dressed later.” The girl was clearly nervous as she placed the clothes on the table and then began to kneel. Once down, Claire cupped her angelic face with her hands. She looked into the girl’s eyes and said. “We have all been where you are. Every Alpha Pi has been there. I, most certainly have been there.”

The girl nodded. Claire guided her to her waiting sex and leaned back. As the first pass of a warm moist tongue stimulated her clit, Claire closed her eyes. Then, she whispered. “It was not a position I will ever regret being in.” Her fingers found the girls hair and she laced her fingers in it. “But.” She tugged at the girl, urging her onward. “I much prefer it this way.”

Thirty minutes later Claire had to push the girl away. Two orgasms had filled the room with the musky aroma of sex. The girl helped a helpless Claire to dress. When she was finally clothed, she leaned forward and kissed the girl on a still slippery, cum covered mouth. “You are going to make an excellent Alpha Pi.”

“Thank you.” The girl said and immediately wondered why she was thanking the girl she had just serviced.

“One more piece of advice.” Claire said and she kissed the girl again. A long, slow, sensuous kiss. “As you graduate through the ranks at Alpha Pi, and you are blessed to have future pledges at your service,” She looked into the girl’s eyes. “Use them, enjoy them,” Claire said. “But always remain grateful.” She put her arm around the girl and the two left the room.

Token Number 1:

It was not as Jen had expected. Outside, it was dark and quiet. No crowds, no cheering. She was thankful for that at least. She removed the paper and looked at the list. 80 University row. “Damn.” She said and hurried down the steps and headed across the quad.

Ten minutes later she was at the door of number 80. It was a large, brick three story in an area where many of the professors lived. The door opened. There, Jen was greeted by Professor Margret Owings. A forty-year-old American History Professor who no longer lectured but spent her time in the research department. She kocaeli escort bayan stood there in a short silk East Asian robe. “I wondered who they might choose. And look, we are dressed alike.”

“Excuse me?” Jen asked. “Oh, you mean robes?”

Margret nodded. “Oh. The talk has been about little else since the Alpha Pi’s announced that there would indeed be Game Day.” Margret smiled. “But please, come in.” She moved to the side to make room.

The foyer was immense. Marble floors, a chandelier, dark woodwork. Jen just stood there taking it all in. Then Margret took her hand. “Come with me.” As they entered a small cozy den, Jen saw a man sitting in a large green leather chair, reading a newspaper, and smoking a pipe. He looked up.

“Harland. This is the Alpha Pi girl I told you about.” She ran her arm around Jen’s waist.

“I see.” Harland said. “Well, good for you then.” He turned back to his paper.

Margret turned Jen toward a long stairway. “Let’s you and I go find that token, shall we?”

Once upstairs, Margret led Jen down a long hallway to a set of double doors. Margret looked over her shoulder and smiled. “My boudoir.” She pushed the doors open to reveal an expanse of white carpet and a large king size bed among other furnishings.

Jen watched Margret go to a dressing table and open a jewelry box. She removed something and walked to the far side of the bed. She looked at Jen and held up the token. “I will place this here on the nightstand. She did so and then she untied her robe. As she watched Jen, she slipped it from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. She kneed her slim tanned body onto the bed. “So, you are there, I am here and the token,” She pointed behind her. “Is there.” She reached for a remote and the lights in the room dimmed. Jen looked over her shoulder at the open door.

“Don’t concern yourself sweety.” Margret explained. “Harland is harmless, he has his own room and rarely ventures this far down the hall.”

After a second, Jen shrugged her shoulders and untied her robe. She left the gold rope with the pouch in place. Margret was sliding to the center of the bed. Her legs were apart was waiting there with what looked to Jen as lust in her eyes.

Jen kneed herself up and leaned forward letting their lips brush together. “When they told me I had been awarded a token, well, it has been all I could think about.” Margret ran a hand behind Jen’s neck and the two kissed like lost lovers.

Then Jen felt that hand pressing on the top of her shoulder. “But.” Margret whispered. “Right now, you need to earn that token.”

Jen began kissing her way along Margret’s chin, down her neck. Finding her breast, Jen suckled it and moved on. Over her abdomen, she was pleased that Margret’s pubis was shaved except of a narrow strip leading to an already protruding clitoris. Jen let her tongue lick at it causing Margret to flinch.

Jen maneuvered herself in between Margret’s legs and those long sensuous legs spread apart to accommodate her. When Jen ran her tongue the length of Margret’s sex, the woman shuddered beneath her. Margret pulled her legs up and placed her feet onto Jen’s back. Margret began to work her ass up and down and she was humming and moaning. Jen kept the pace for about ten minutes and then with out warning, she shoved the length of her tongue as deep into Margret as she could. Margret gripped Jen’s hair. She pressed her feet down hard, she began grunting. Her ass was flailing up and down. Jen could taste the fluids seeping from Margret’s pussy.

Margret was gasping for air. “Oh, my God.” She whimpered. Finally, Jen slowed. She placed kisses on an impressive clit, then she sucked it into her mouth and Margret went hysterical. She cussed, begged, and cried out until Jen finally freed the captive pearl.

The two lay together for a few minutes until Margret patted her on her head. Jen looked up. Margret smiled. “I could keep you right there all night, but I think there may be more tasks ahead for you.” Jen just nodded.

“The bathroom is there.” Margret pointed. “Go wash up.” Jen slipped off of the bed, gathered her robe and disappeared into the bath. Minutes later, she reappeared to find Margret sitting on the edge of her bed holding the token. She was still nude.

Jen came over to her, and Margret held out the token. Jen opened the small pouch and Margret dropped it in.

“Let’s get you on your way.” Margret said and she led Jen down the stairs. At the door, Margret was enjoying a final goodbye kiss from a freshly washed Jen.

“I’m assuming a happy-ending then?” The two turned to see Harland standing there with a glass of milk.

“Very.” Margret said. She waited until Jen was down the walk and out of sight until she closed the door.

When she turned around, Harland was smiling. “You seem much happier tonight than with your other visitors.”

Margret came over and kissed her husband on the cheek. “Darling, if you were not so rich and understanding, kocaeli escort I would leave you tomorrow.”

As she turned away, Harland said. “Lucky me. But I’m guessing it is my understanding that pleases you most.”

Token Number 2:

Jen found a streetlight and looked at the list again. “2840 Elliot Street, Apartment D.” She was thinking, trying to remember where Elliot Street was. About then a car started a few doors away and the headlights came on. It eased forward and stopped in front of Jen. It was a red and black Mini Cooper. The power window lowered, and Jen looked in. It was a pledge from the sorority. Jen didn’t know her except to see her in the hall. “This can’t be coincident.”

Jen was looking at the petite face of a mousy haired girl with a broad smile. “It’s not. Get in.” She floored the mini. “Some of us thought you might have a problem with directions so…….”

“So what?” Jen asked. “Is this approved? Do they know you’re here?”

“What’s the fucking address?” Mousy asked. Jen told her. “And no, it’s not illegal.” She said. “Sort of.”

“What do you mean, sort of?” Jen was getting nervous.

“In the community room.” She said. “In the sorority house.” She looked a Jen. “Over the fireplace there is a motto. When it comes to winning, it’s not how, it’s how much.”

“Well, that’s going to be pretty weak in court.” Jen said.

“Well, all of us getting kicked if you don’t show up with those tokens will be a bit of a problem too.” Mousy offered. She jammed the brakes and turned into the apartment complex. She came to a stop in front of 2840.

Jen started to object but mousy raised a hand. “Just fucking go, will you.”

When Jen reached apartment D, she had no idea who would greet her, but she rang the buzzer. When the door parted, she found herself with her mouth wide open, unable to speak. “Jen.” The woman said. “How nice of you to stop by.”

“Ms. Ms. Crandall.” Jen stammered.

“Please, let’s use Anna, shall we.” She said.

Jen was still shocked to find her favorite person at the university, Anna Crandell, women’s athletic director, standing in the doorway. Anna took her hand and guided her inside so she could close and lock the door. Without warning, Anna wrapped her arms around Jen’s neck and pulled her up close. She kissed her aggressively. “After all, you are here to earn a token, right?”

Jen just nodded. Anna was a 36-year-old former Olympic silver medalist high jumper. She was a 6-foot 3-inch collection of wiry muscles. She was attractive, yes, but her uniqueness was in her physical presence. She was the perfect example of the masculine female. And she was black.

Anna pointed down a hallway. “Last door on the right.” She leaned in and let her lips brush Jen’s. She whispered. “You go get comfortable on my bed and I will be right along.” She turned Jen, passing a hand over her ass as she pointed her down the hall.

Jen entered a not so roomy bedroom. Well, compared to Margret’s. She untied the robe and slipped it off. She tossed it on a chair and crawled onto the bed. Waited. But not for too long. The door opened and when Anna entered, the immediate aroma of pot filled the air. She was taking a huge draw as she leaned over the bed offering a joint to Jen. Jen knew she had a long night in front of her, so she took a hit and passed it back. Anna reached for an ashtray on the nightstand, took one more hit and crushed out the roach.

Anna looked at Jen. She was wearing silk lounging pajamas. “My, my.” Anna said. “Why don’t you scoot down a little?” Jen did. “A little more?” Anna said. Jen did.

She never took her eyes off of Jen as she unbuttoned her top. Slowly she slipped it off. Then, she thumbed her bottoms and they slid away from such a sleek frame. As Jen watched, Anna picked up a small tube from the nightstand. It looked like lipstick as she pulled the top off. “You like raspberry?”

Jen offered a blank stare. “No matter.” Anna crawled onto the bed and crossed a leg over Jen. She lowered the tube and began to rub it along her labia.

She made a couple of circles around and over her clitoris. Then as Jen watched, she eased the tube into her vagina. She used a finger to press it deep inside. Then, she smiled and cupped a hand between her legs as the disappearing tube slipped free. She smiled at Jen.

“There have been a few nights when I would masturbate while thinking of you.” Anna eased one knee forward and then the other until she was across Jen’s middle. She ran her fingers over Jen’s breasts. “So small.” Anna whispered. She leaned forward and kissed one nipple and then the other. “I do love tiny breasts.” She slid a knee forward once more. It pressed Jen’s shoulder onto the bed. Then her other knee. Jen could not move but she was not sure she wanted to.

Anna ran a finger under Jen’s chin. She lifted, looking down at her. “I’m going to put my cunt on your mouth.” Jen would have nodded if Anna were not holding her face that firmly. She eased forward a little more. “I don’t care if you enjoy it this way.” She ran her hands between her legs and used her index fingers to open her sex. Anna’s complexion was quite dark. The contrast of the pink inner lining of her labia was striking. Jen raised her head. She wanted to lick it. To taste it.

Annika was unquestionably the center of attention at dinner that night. She had travelled all over the world and was a gifted storyteller, with a seemingly endless supply of anecdotes both funny and harrowing. She was also an exceptionally beautiful woman in a roomful of lesbians. Jodie, in particular, hung on her every word, finding her amazingly worldly and glamorous.

She drank in the attention with relish, enjoying the feeling of all the eyes on her. The last year of her recently ended relationship had been difficult, full of tension and simmering hostility. So the easy, free-flowing feeling of this evening was a tonic for her soul.

When it came time for dessert, Annie appeared with a tray full of bowls of chocolate mousse. She was wearing a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin, and as she began to set the bowls down in front of the women at the table, Monika explained why.

“What you see before you is no ordinary mousse,” she said, and went on to explain that it was laced with hashish that a friend of hers had recently brought back from the highlands of Morocco. She also warned them that it was hard to calculate the dosages exactly, and that they should proceed with caution.

Everyone tentatively dipped their spoons into the chocolatey goo and brought them to their mouths. There was a loud round of oohs and aahs, and then they all began to dig in in earnest. It was so delicious that Monika’s warning was soon forgotten, and soon all five bowls were empty.

Miss White sat back in her chair, feeling deeply contented but also abuzz with anticipation. Something was going to happen; she didn’t know what exactly, but she was sure it was going to be fun.

* * *

Lina Santini peeked out of the kitchen at the poker game that was underway in her dining room. Her husband was at the head of the table; on one side were their houseguests, a couple of old friends from New York City; and on the other side were the Thompsons, Jim and Carol. That meant that Kristin would be home alone.

At the poker table drinks were flowing, chips were flying, and the players were loudly exchanging silly jokes and friendly trash-talk. Nicola was in the living room playing video games with their houseguests’ young son, and would be occupied for a while. Lina was sure that no one would miss her.

Had she stopped to think about what she was doing, Lina probably would have chickened out. But seeing the opportunity, she moved to seize it without hesitation. She slipped out the back door and a minute later she was in the Thompsons’ yard, walking up to the door that led to their kitchen like she had a thousand times before.

She’d been thinking about her little tete-a-tete with Kristin all day, and had a hard time concentrating on the cooking she had to do. At one point she’d completely burned a casserole and had to start over. She couldn’t have said why, exactly, she found the whole thing so exciting and memorable. Was it just that it was so naughty, so secret? Or was there something different about kocaeli escort bayan Kristin, something special?

Lina found Kristin in the kitchen, working on a piece of pie and a glass of milk. Their eyes met and each one knew what the other was thinking; nothing needed to be said. Lina took Kristin by the hand and together they made their way upstairs.

As soon as they reached Kristin’s bedroom they quickly shed their clothes and they were on each other, kissing passionately, sucking each other’s breasts, then tumbling onto the bed and curling into 69 position. They gorged on each other through several epic orgasms, heedless for the moment of anything but their mutual pleasure.

Finally Lina rolled over onto her back and lay for a minute catching her breath, feeling the most delightful spasms ripple through her womb. Then she stood up and got dressed. For a moment she sat on the edge of the bed, looking down into Kristin’s big blue eyes. Kristin started to say something, but Lina silenced her with one finger amply perfumed with Kristin’s own juices. There was nothing that needed to be said. Shrugging, Lina kissed Kristin on the forehead and turned to go.

* * *

At first Miss White wasn’t sure if the special mousse was having any effect on her. She had a general sense of well-being, but then she’d been feeling pretty damn good anyway.

Then Monika again requested her company on a trip to the wine cellar, and it seemed to take forever to get there. Time had slowed way down, and every little sensation was magnified: the yellow glow of the clock on the microwave, the combination of smells emanating from the kitchen, the sound of her own footsteps on the floor.

When they finally reached the cellar Monika threw her arms around Miss White and held her close. “Thank you so much for being here,” she said. “It’s really made a difference.”

Miss White was a little taken aback, but not in a bad way, just surprised at the sudden display of emotion. “It’s been a pleasure,” she said. “Honestly, I feel really lucky that we met you.”

Monika pulled back a little but kept ahold of Miss White’s hands. “You’re a very unique person,” she said, gazing warmly into Miss White’s eyes. “And Jodie’s a wonderful girl. I think the two of you are going to be very happy together.”

Miss White wasn’t sure what to say to that. She hadn’t been giving much thought to the future, other than a vague awareness that at some point they would have to get back to Las Vegas and then home to Bowmore. The idea that what she had with Jodie might be something lasting… it was hard to imagine, but neither could she discount it.

Suddenly Monika was kissing her — a soft, slow, sensual kiss that was less romantic than an expression of mutual affinity and affection. When it was over they smiled at each other, Monika grabbed an ancient bottle of cognac she’d been saving, and they headed back upstairs.

In the kitchen they ran into Annie and Jodie, on their way from the dining room laden izmit escort bayan with armfuls of dirty plates. As Monika began to cut into the cap of red wax covering the brandy bottle, Miss White stood watching the two young women bustle about the kitchen. Their movements looked choreographed, as if they’d been a team for years.

Suddenly Miss White had a vision of Jodie in her uniform working alongside Annie in hers. It was too bad that Jodie’s uniform was back at ABD House, as it would have made for a delightful scene. Maybe someday Monika and her entourage would come for a visit… though ABD lacked the intimacy of Monika’s home, it had a lot to offer in terms of hospitality.

When Monika had the top off the bottle, she told the two girls to grab snifters and they all walked back to the dining room. Upon arriving there they saw something that made them stop and gape.

Annika was stretched out on the surface of the table stark naked. The sixth bowl of mousse — the one that would have been Angel’s — had been left sitting on the tray; so Annika had covered her boobs, belly, and crotch with the sticky chocolate. Her eyes had been closed when they came in, but they opened now, and the invitation in them was clear.

Monika smiled. This kind of slutty behavior was a little out of character for Annika, but Monika knew that her ex-girlfriend, Bree, had been pretty controlling and kind of uptight. It had never really been clear to Monika what Annika saw in Bree, and she was happy that Annika had finally gotten herself free of that situation. Obviously she had some lost time to make up for.

The four standing women looked around at each other, silently negotiating. After a few seconds Monika and Miss White indicated with their eyes that the younger women should go first, and so Annie and Jodie took up positions on either side of Annika, and each of them began to lick mousse off a breast. Annika moaned gently, her mouth curled into a beatific smile.

Next Monika leaned over the table and began to lap softly at Annika’s navel. This left Miss White with the pièce de résistance, and she did not decline the honor. Pulling up a chair, she sat down and craned her neck until she was right over the “V” between Annika’s legs. She began by extending her tongue and starting to clean the chocolate from Annika’s soft nest of blond pubic hair. She was never going to get it all, but that was no reason not to try.

When Annika’s bush was as clean as it was going to get, Miss White parted her legs and began to work on the trickles that were running down her inner thighs. Annika’s leg muscles trembled and contracted; Miss White could feel them with her tongue, but her eyes were firmly fixed on the glistening pink prize in the middle.

Miss White held off as long as she could, but finally dove in for a creamy mouthful of combined pussy and chocolate. It was luscious beyond belief, and for a few minutes Miss White lost her mind, gobbling away at Annika’s cunt with gebze escort complete abandon.

When she finally sat back to catch her breath, it was apparent that Monika, Annie, and Jodie had long ago finished their “portions” and had been standing there sipping brandy and watching. Miss White grinned wanly; one could hardly blame her for getting carried away.

Suddenly it seemed important to Miss White that Jodie experience what she just had. There was still a little mousse left in the bowl, so Miss White smeared it onto Annika’s crotch, then stood up from her chair and and sat Jodie down into it. Taking hold of Annika’s ankles, Miss White spun her and draped her legs over Jodie’s shoulders.

Jodie hesitated for a second; it was hard for her to believe that she deserved such a special treat. But when she felt the gentle pressure of Miss White’s hand on the back of her head, she went with it, and soon she was burrowing into Annika’s pussy as if looking for buried treasure.

Monika felt now that it was time for the next step, so she pulled off her dress, shimmied out of her panties, and climbed up onto the table. She dipped two fingers into the bowl and spread a little chocolate onto her mons; then fed a little into Annika’s mouth; and then there was no difference anymore, as Annika’s face disappeared between Monika’s legs.

Miss White poured herself a snifter and sat down to watch for a bit. She felt happy and relaxed, but gradually became aware of a certain yearning in her loins, the sense of an unscratched itch. Just then Annie, who had a finely honed instinct for service, appeared in front of her.

Dropping to her knees, Annie looked up at Miss White with big, submissive eyes. She loved nothing more than to be of use, and Miss White was in a position to offer her an opportunity to do so. And so Miss White obligingly lifted her skirt, slid off her panties, and spread her legs. Annie scooted forward and began to happily minister to the older woman’s needs.

When Jodie paused to give her tongue a rest, she looked up into Monika’s eyes and saw a powerful hunger there. In a flash of insight she realized that what was between Monika and Annika was more than they were letting on; maybe even more than they themselves were aware of. They had a long history together, and maybe also a future?

Jodie wriggled out from underneath Annika and without missing a beat Monika bent down to take her place, tightly gripping Annika’s butt cheeks as they 69ed. Jodie left them to it and went over to where Miss White was sitting, snifter dangling from one hand as Annie’s head bobbed between her legs.

Miss White beckoned Jodie closer, and next thing she knew she found herself being spun and pulled down onto her mistress’s lap. Still holding the brandy in one hand, Miss White used the other to raise Jodie’s skirt and pull the crotch of her panties aside so Annie could lick her too. Which Annie did obediently and quickly.

Taking a sip from her glass, Miss White used her other fingers to part Jodie’s labia. Annie’s tongue slid deftly inside, and Jodie moaned, trembled, and leaned her weight back against Miss White. For while there, time came to a complete stop; the next thing any of them were aware of was the clock in the hallway striking midnight.

I was eager to ride, ride like a cowgirl, and I growled, “Lie back Mom, let me ride your stiff cock, I wanna ride you like a cowgirl!”

I was also eager to see my Mom’s tattoo, and as she lay back, I got my face in there, kissing her tummy, taking a close look. She had the same design of a rose and a carnation branch twined together, except just above the branches, was a stylized D S, hmm, I wonder what…then it hit me. D S were the initials of my fiance’s Mom, Donna Selton…and Donna’s tattoo, with the letters L T…Lisa Talbot, my Mom’s name. My Mom’s favorite flower was the rose, and I knew that Donna’s favorite was the carnation. They had known each other for 13 months, ever since my fiance, Donald, and I had announced our engagement. Looked like they had gotten to know each other very well. I looked up at my Mom, and her eyes sparkled.

“I’ll tell you all about what our tattoos represent when we have more time. Right now, I just want to see you ride, baby, ride your Mom’s hard cock, and make yourself cum like crazy!”

I took position and looking around, I could see the orgy was in full swing. Julia Sweeney was being worked over by Bonnie, Carlene, Donna, and Missy, Missy was lapping away at her creamy center, Donna was eagerly licking at her tight ass, and Bonnie and Carlene were sucking and licking her breasts. Chantel Mortensen, Victoria Springer, Faye Belmont, and Traci Conners joined the group, and the gentle buzz of vibrators filled the air as there were 9 bodies writhing together, hands, mouths, fingers, tongues, and toys of pleasure, a profusion of giving and receiving pleasure, cries, and moans of lust filling the air.

Others were in one on one combinations, I saw Samantha Blaner and Laurie Jo Fetter on their hands and knees, ass to ass, a stiff 18-inch dildo bonding their cunts together. I could see their sexy asses smack together as they bucked back and forth, grunting with pleasure. Next to them, Aimee Jorner and Angie Sagen were in a tight 69, pumping each other’s pussy with their fingers, and then applying their mouths to each other. There was also a 6 girl daisy chain going on, Lauren Whitter, Pam Saunders, Katie Simmons, Maureen Wilson, Brooke Richardson, and Renee Harper were in a closed circle of lust, eager mouths cleaved to hot, dripping wet pussies, oh fuck, it was beyond exciting.

Watching this had turned my own cunt into a gushing, burning pit of lust. I grasped the dildo, feeling the juices of Missy’s cunt smeared up and down the shaft. The idea that Missy’s juices were going to join my juices thrilled me, I eagerly mounted up, and slammed my cunt down, letting out a loud squeal as I felt my cunt get impaled, my pink walls getting the splitting open I love.

“Fuck, oh fuck, it’s so hot, fuck!” I howled.

I rode that hard dildo, watching the action and feeling the lust growing rapidly, until my orgasm felt like a beast, ready to pounce.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, yes, oh yes, FUCK YES!”

I let out a howl of pleasure, as I felt my pussy explode, I was almost out of control, my pussy was spasming crazily, juices gushing, I let out a rising shriek as I just roared into another orgasm, oh fuck, I couldn’t stop, I was into multi-orgasms, oh my god, one on top of another, my body was hammered with sizzling, nonstop pulses of radiating pleasure, I was hyperventilating, ready to pass out, and I yanked myself up and off, and flopped down beside my Mom. My pussy was still having mini shock waves pulse through it, I had to clamp my hand tightly against my pussy to get the sensations to calm down. The world swam back into focus as my breathing started to return to normal. I looked up to see my Mom, looking worried.

“It’s ok Mom, I just couldn’t stop cumming, everything was just too sexy, and once I started cumming, I couldn’t stop,” I said softly.

My Mom smiled at me, leaned down, and kissed me very softly.

“Would you like to take a break baby?” she asked.

“Just izmit escort bayan for a few minutes, let me get my breath back, that’d be great Mom,” I replied.

“I think I’ll go and join the group that Donna is in, I think they can use another hard stiff strap-on to play with!” my Mom giggled.

I drifted for a few minutes, listening to cries of pleasure and joyous sounds of orgasm. I opened my eyes, looked up, and there were Lauren, Pam, Katie, Maureen, Brooke, and Renee, the 6 friends who had been in a daisy chain. They were smiling at me.

Brooke cooed, “Are you ready for more bridal showers Syndie?”

I nodded eagerly, and Brooke took position over my face, her pussy hovering mere inches over my mouth. She had a well-trimmed pubic tuft of chestnut-colored hair above her opening, her opening was bare and free of hair, and I discovered that I was quickly starting to like the bare, smooth opening. The scent of her heated tunnel filled my nostrils, Ummm, a rich intoxicating scent, I was so eager to lick her.

“Lick my pussy, taste how hot and wet I am for your sexy mouth, lick me, baby, lick me until I squirt all over your sweet face,” Brooke whispered huskily.

I was happy to do so, seeing that dark pink seam, slightly parted, dewy wet, and syrupy with her juices, drew my mouth like a bee to meadow flowers. Listening to her long moan of pleasure as I licked at that inviting opening spurred me on. I pulled her pussy against my face and went at her ravenously, her juices had a tart taste that made my taste buds tingle. I ran my tongue in as deep as I could, eager to taste her as deeply as possible. Her soft cries of pleasure urged me on.

“Oh yes, lick my Syndie baby, oh god, feels so good, so good,” Brooke moaned.

As I eagerly did so, I thought, for a novice cunt licker, it sounds like I’m doing pretty good. I grinned, then I went after her clit, that hard, stiff, bulging beauty. I surrounded her, and took her most personal organ between my lips, I quickly shoved in three fingers, stuffing her pussy, and started to finger fuck her wildly.

“Yes, yes, fuck my pussy, fuck me, make me cum all over your face baby!” Brooke growled.

Her breathing was becoming choppy, she started to grunt, and rotate her hips, and I was once again hot for another bridal shower.

“Fuck, oh fuck, yes, yes, oh god, yes, yes, YES!”

I felt her pussy clamp at my plunging fingers, then the wet stream hit me, and my face was once again getting a juicy bridal shower, Brooke letting out squeals of pleasure, riding her orgasmic wave, giving my face another wet, juicy facial.

As Brooke pulled herself up, and Lauren settled into position over me, I decided that this was the best bridal shower I could get. The day went on, the orgy went on, and everyone made sure to give my face their special bridal shower. I learned not only how to be the best pussy licker I could, but also how to polish the G spot, and I made sure that everyone gave my face the wettest, juiciest showers I could get. Ummm, the feel of my mouth being surrounded, buried in the heated, gushing pink folds of my friends, my soon-to-be Mom-in-law Donna, and my Mom, was erotic beyond compare, and after getting my face plastered by everyone, my cunt was eager for more.

Lauren and Renee took me, and on one of the mattresses, I felt their soft, gentle hands cupping my breasts, caressing them gently, tweaking lightly at my stiff, hard nipples. I then crawled up onto Renee, locking lips in a passion-filled, lust-fueled cling, my tongue swirling with hers.

I felt Lauren run her fingers along my pussy, so I knelt down on all fours and let Lauren play with me. She fondled my tight lips gently, pushing every so often against my stiff, erect clit. I could feel my juices dripping, coating her fingers. Then, without notice, she slapped my ass cheek and delved into my cunt. I moaned ecstatically, it was euphoria, pure sexual bliss.

“Oh yeah baby, your izmit eve gelen escort cunt is so wet, so hot, so sexy baby,” Lauren moaned softly in my ear, finger-fucking me from behind, making my lips shake and nipples stand on end.

My fingers had gently opened Renee’s tight lips, the hot pink folds were spread open for my mouth. The sight of that hot, pink, juice-filled seam made my mouth water, and I eagerly buried my face into Renee’s juicy center, eating her out, nibbling her clit gently, then shoving my tongue into the heated, juice-filled vortex. Her growls and moans of rising sexual excitement spurred me on, I was also moaning into her soupy wetness, Lauren’s finger fucking was skillful and so decadently hot. I could see Renee’s hands rubbing, caressing her belly, sliding over her rib cage, then she clutched her breasts, fingers rubbing circles around her stiff, straining tits. As a trio Lauren, Renee, and I rocked back and forth, riding on a wave of sexual glory.

Then, just before reaching our peak, Lauren suddenly took her fingers out and pulled me up. She gave me a grin of pure lust, revealing in her right hand, a hard, thick double dildo, 18 inches long, the color of pink bubblegum.

“I want you and me to ride this big cunt splitter, while you lick Renee’s juicy pussy! I’ll bet this baby is bigger than your husband to be!” Lauren growled.

The sight of that hard thickness, and the idea of it stretching me open, made my pussy pulse with heat. Renee flashed me a sultry smile and pulled me up onto her lap. I then turned around and lay down so Renee could hover her wet pussy over me and let Lauren get her dildo ready. She waggled it about for a few moments, almost teasing me and giggling a bit.

Just before opening my lips and sliding it in, she cooed, “Get ready baby, we are going to have such a filling ride!”

I let out a moan of pleasure as I felt my pink walls getting split open. I love the feeling of getting my pussy stuffed, it felt so big and hard, stretching me, filling me up. Lauren grinned, holding a small remote control, she flipped a small switch, and I let out a loud growl of pleasure as I felt it vibrating, sending burning tingles of pleasure sizzling through my cunt. I watched the exciting spectacle of Lauren as she adjusted her hips and slid down onto the other end, her moans of pleasure joining mine.

“Oh fuck, yeah, this is gonna be fucking wonderful!” Lauren growled.

“Yeah, oh yeah, take that big cock, ride it, fuck your horny cunts, cum all over that monster cock!” Renee growled huskily to us.

Renee’s wet, juicy pussy was still hovering over me. I happily took the implied invitation, pulling her juicy cunt down against my lips, and my mouth went to work on her. I drove my tongue deep, licking at her eagerly, tongue-fucking her wildly.

“Yeah, oh fuck, Syndie you’re such a great cunt lapper, lick my cunt baby!” Renee cried.

Lauren, watching the hot spectacle, joined in, “Yeah, do it Syndie, keep licking Renee’s sweet, pretty pussy, make her cum all over your face, fuck yeah! Oh fuck, this is such a fucking hot ride, let’s ride baby, and cum like crazy all over this big pussy fucker!”

I reached down, rubbing my own swollen clit and taking a dildo with Lauren which shocked my body all over, making me a hot and horny bitch, my cunt becoming red hot.

We soon had a hot fucking rhythm going, smacking our cunts together, moaning, all the while whispering words of encouragement into the air. Lauren and I really went at it, ramming our sopping pussies down that hard quivering pleasure stick over and over, taking it hard from every angle, while Renee’s pussy dripped her juices into my eager mouth, and all over my face as I licked her furiously. The sound of cries and moans of pleasure, and pussy juice squelching filled the air. Our cunts were hot and horny holes, quivering clits were throbbing, ready to explode.

Renee yelled izmit otele gelen escort out, “Oh god! Ohhh god Syndie, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum all over your face!”

She howled as she released, and let her load spray all over my face, while at the same time, I felt a huge rush of blood to my cunt, and I went flying over the edge, shrieking with pleasure, Lauren’s howl of release joining mine as we came hard all over the dildo, our shrieks of orgasmic completion filled the air, our gushing cunts squirting crazily, splattering the mattress with our steaming pussy juice as we collapsed in a well-spent heap.

As I got my bearings back, I saw my Mom in the doggy style, and Missy with the strap-on dildo, fucking my Mom furiously right next to us. I could see that Missy had a finger rubbing against my Mom’s asshole, then a loud purr of pleasure sounded as Missy drove that finger in.

I could see they had been watching us, and on our other side, Donna was being pleasured by Pam, who was eagerly lapping away at Donna’s pussy, Katie, who was moaning with pleasure as she humped hard atop Donna’s mouth, while Maureen and Brooke were at her breasts, suckling contentedly at her nipples. Muffled growls of pleasure came from Donna, her mouth working over Katie’s steamy pussy.

Right next to them, Julia, Bonnie, Carlene, Chantel, Victoria, Faye, Traci, Samantha, Laurie Jo, Aimee, and Angie were in an 11 girl closed daisy chain.

Watching the wanton display of lust, eager mouths feasting on dripping wet, pink pussies, made my mouth water, and I could feel my cunt start heating up again, my god, I felt insatiable. All of our lust had been feeding off of each other, watching all of us enjoying such carnal pleasures, no shame, no guilt, just sexual joy, had been as exciting as being pleasured, over and over, creating a chain reaction of unbridled, unrestrained desires.

I had been licked and had my face showered in the juices of 20 horny ladies, my very own Mom, and Mom-in-law, had fucked me gloriously, and I’d just had a gut-wrenching, pussy creaming orgasm riding a huge double dildo, and I wanted more.

Then, I heard my Mom howl, “Fuck, fuck, fuck me Missy, oh god, gonna cum, yes, yes YES!!”

I watched my Mom tumble into orgasm, god, she looked so sexy in the throes of climax, her body shaking, her face totally alive with bliss.

Howls and squeals of orgasmic pleasure joined, as Donna was licked to a shaking climax, just as Katie let out a shriek and gushed her passion all over Donna’s face.

I had to join in the daisy chain, fuck, it looked way too good not to. I crawled over, and said, “Is this a private daisy chain, or can I join the fun?”

Faye broke away for a second, grinned, and said, “The bride-to-be is always welcome! Come bring your sweet pussy right here baby, and you can lick Laurie Jo’s pussy, damn, she tastes delicious!”

I happily slid in, my pussy dripping, and I felt Faye’s head slide between my thighs, her tongue dipping into my gushing seam. I growled with pleasure, then quickly applied my mouth to Laurie Jo, oh yeah, she was sweet, juicy, and incredibly tasty. Her growls of enjoyment welcomed me, and I was feeling the rising tide of excitement building back up quickly.

I could tell that the chain was expanding, and soon we had everyone in the chain, licking crazily, and one by one, shrieks, howls, and cries of orgasm filled the air, as wet, pink openings were licked to climax, bodies shaking, and my howl of climax joined in, as Faye licked me to a riveting climax, Laurie Jo cumming at the same time, gushing her juices over my face, encouraging my pussy to give Faye a very wet, juicy flood of my cum, which I happily did so.

We flopped down, totally spent. I looked up, saw the nighttime stars just beginning to twinkle. My god, was it night already? The day had seemed to fly by, a gigantic cornucopia of pleasure. Time had ceased to have any meaning, the day had been devoted to pleasure, and pleasure had overwhelmed any sense of time.

Missy was in the jumble of bodies, breathing hard, getting her breath back after being licked to a shrieking completion. She looked around, grinning, then hopped up.

“Oh god, I’m so hungry! Time to crank up the bar-b-que!”

In The Conference Room, No One Can Hear You Scream!

“Holy sweetness, and good God, you two look so sexy down there between my legs. Here it comes, girls!” A warm stream of piss shot out of Diane’s pussy in an arcing stream as Skyler and Andrea took turns filling their mouths full of the delicious yellow nectar. Each one gulped down as quickly as they could and took over while the other was swallowing. Diane rubbed her clit at a high rate of speed as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Skyler let the urine shoot straight down her throat as Andrea using two fingers, fucked Diane’s dripping pussy hole. Both women used Diane’s piss as hair gel, spreading it through their scalps with their fingertips.

“Get ready, Skyler; she’s a gusher,” Andrea said as she watched Diane’s face. Her “orgasm face” was gorgeous when she came, and Andrea did not want to miss her cumming. “Oh, my God, she is going to cum hard!”

“Tug on my pussy lips and slap my clit!” Diane screamed as Skyler pulled on her pussy lips while balancing a mouthful of warm piss in her mouth. Diane looked down, saw Skyler’s offering, and nodded for her to give her what she had. Skyler, on her knees, shuffled over to Diane’s face and snowballed her piss into her mouth. Diane drank it down while she was ramping up for a massive orgasm. Skyler went back to work on Diane’s pussy lips while Andrea sucked on Diane’s clit like a vacuum cleaner set on ‘turbo.’ Taking turns, the two women slapped Diane’s clit and then sucked on it hard and fast.

“Ohhhhhhhhh–Fuck my sluts–drink my CUM! Here it comes! My pretty cumdumpsters, I am CUMMMING SO HARD!”

Diane reached under her hamstrings, lifting her legs and feet into the air. Her toes curled hard like knuckles being cracked as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

“OHHHHHHH MY FUCKING GOD FUCK! I am cumming sooooooooooooo goood again!”

Skyler’s face and lips took most of the sweet, creamy cumshot while Andrea rubbed her clit as fast as she could. One orgasm after another came in waves as Diane begged them to stop.

“No fucking way, you whore! You’ve got more in you, cum for me, my stunning cumqueen!” Andrea demanded as she and Skyler both used a finger each to fuck Diane in her pussy and asshole. The rhythm was fast, and each one tongue fucked each other’s mouth while Diane looked on.

“Oh my God, I am cumming again sooooooo fucking good!” Diane said as she leaned back and pinched both her nipples, bucking her ass in the air. Skyler and Andrea followed her tight tanned ass up and down, spreading Diane’s legs as far as they could without splitting her in half. They took turns fucking, licking, and sucking on her sweet asshole and cream-covered pussy hole.

“AHHHHH OH MY GOD! fuuuuuuck, you’re making me cum again!”

An enormous jet spray of warm cum shot out of Diane’s pussy into Andrea’s waiting mouth.

Skyler begged Andrea for a taste of Diane’s sticky and sweet cumshot. Skyler’s open mouth received a mouthful of cum and spit from Andrea along with a massive kiss.

“Spit it all over her face,” Andrea instructed Skyler, “she loves that sooo much!”

Diane closed her eyes and stuck out her waiting tongue. Her mouth was a wide-open as she could get it without dislocating her jaw. Skyler held onto Diane’s short spiky hair and spit the cum and spit mixture all over her mouth and face. Skyler rubbed kocaeli escort it into Diane’s face, tits, and neck as the two of them passionately kissed.

“Spit on me again!” Diane asked of Skyler. Skyler eased her fingers into her own sopping hole and scooped out her warm cream. Sucking it off her fingers, she held it in her mouth until there was an entire ball of liquid ready for action.

“This time, open your eyes and take my cum!” Skyler told her, slapping Diane in the face.

Diane moaned hard and loved the turn of events. “Fucking slap me again, you fucking slut!”

Skyler held onto her pretty face and slapped Diane on both her cheeks hard. Diane moaned as she reached between Skyler’s legs and swiped a finger full of warm sticky precum from between her engorged lips. Skyler sighed with happiness, spitting her own juices all over Diane’s eyes, lips, and breasts.

“Oh my God, I love it so much!” Diane told Skyler as they began kissing again.

Diane was breathing hard and heavy. Her legs and arms went limp as a ragdoll. Looking down, she smiled at her slut, Andrea, covered from head to toe in her piss and cum. “I owe you two a massive orgasm, wow! It does not take a genius to figure out you had this planned. Therefore, I am taking a million dollars off your proposal. Yes, I truly believe that was a million-dollar orgasm that I will never forget.”

Andrea noticed Diane had tears seeping from the corners of her eyes. “Are you crying, baby?”

“Yes, those were the most intense orgasms I have ever had in my life. It was life-changing for me. I truly love you two for what you have done for me.”

“Aww, that is so sweet. We love you too, Diane. Skyler said as Andrea agreed. Moving towards Diane, Andrea held her head in her hands and gave Diane a long sensuous kiss.

“Believe me, baby, this will not be the last time the three of us get together,” Andrea told her, smiling as Skyler nodded in agreement.

“Okay, you two sluts, let’s get back to work!” Diane told them with a loud handclap.

All three women mischievously laughed as Diane told them to both get up on top of the table and get on all fours. With their dripping pretty cunts facing Diane, she told them to kiss each other and don’t stop. Diane began at their toes, sucking on each one, taking them in her mouth, drooling all over them until both women were moaning while lapping the lips and tongue of the other.

Diane peeked up at them as Skyler and Andrea cleaned each other’s throats with their tongues. Both women were moaning as Diane brushed both her index fingers up and down their wet slits. They both jumped every time her finger got to their clits. She would stop for a split second, pause on their red swollen love buttons, and push slightly with her thumbs. This drove both women wild as they shook their asses and cooed even louder.

“I have got a present for both of you!” she exclaimed loudly, holding up two vibrators with U-shapes and three prongs each.

“What, you just carry around dildos in your purse all day?” Andrea asked her, laughing.

“You should see my bedside table!” Diane said, laughing with them as she explained the new technology she was holding. One of the vibrators was transparent, and the other was blue. “Okay, now, the large bumpy end of these goes inside of your gorgeous shit holes. This other medium-size finger-looking thingy goes kocaeli escort bayan inside of your stunning cunts, and this little tab at the top, well, you’ll just have to feel what this does. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” they both said in unison.

“Yes, who?” Diane said sternly as she smacked both of their ass cheeks several times until they were apple red with handprints.

“Wow! Yes, Mistress Diane?” Skyler asked, hoping for more slaps.

“Yes, Mistress, Diane,” Andrea roared as she moaned, pinching her nipples as hard as she could take it.

“That’s better, my sluts. Here we go, you whores!” Diane lubed the anal part of the dildos up with her saliva drool and slowly shoved each of the rubber toys inside of their greedy rectums, which took the entire finger-like apparatus inside, sucking them up quickly.

Both women moaned loudly, kissing each other again.

“Oh my God! My asshole feels soooooooo good!” Andrea said, kissing Skyler.

“Yes, it does, baby!” Skyler thundered, wiggling her ass around, back arched as far as it would go.

Diane eased the other finger of the dildos inside of each of their dripping holes. Both women jumped again as the fingers both clamped against each other, heated up, and vibrated at a high rate of speed. The small tab on the dildo fastened itself against their clits and tapped on it rhythmically.

“OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!” Andrea screamed as the dildo did its job, taking care of her erogenous zones by vibrating, swirling, and bouncing simultaneously; nothing a human could ever do so efficiently.

“FUCK ME!–IT IS FUCKING ME SOOOOOOOOOO GOOD!” Skyler screamed as she lifted her head up, swinging her long black hair around, shaking her ass for all to see. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Andrea kissed her hard as they both screamed inside of each other mouths.

Diane chuckled as she made them catch their breath by turning the app down on her phone. Sliding out a chair from the side of the table of the girl’s faces, Diane propped the chair up against the wall and took off all of her clothes. She used her toes like fingers putting them up on the edge of the table, grabbing ahold of the wood. She spread her legs so that each woman had a foot under their chin. Diane pushed the pink dildo slowly inside of her holes, moaning the entire time. It was the exact same model as the ones the girls had, so they could all get the very same pleasure at the exact same time.

“Lick my toes and suck on them, you fucking cum queens! The more drool I get running down my legs, the harder you will cum. Do you understand, you bitches?”

“Yes, Mistress Diane,” they both said again in unison.

“You two sluts have to be ready for the big one already, aren’t you?”

“Yes, please, Mistress Diane!” Andrea said, licking between Diane’s toes.

“Oh my God, yes, Mistress Diane! Please make me cum!” Skyler told her, moaning loudly as she spits all over Diane’s feet and toes.

“Ohhhhhh fuck you sluts! That feels so good! Suck on my big toes!” Diane pinched her nipples as she turned the dildo app up to twenty-five percent.

All three women moaned, groaned, and cooed, watching one another as Diane arched her back, having a mini-orgasm. Andrea and Skyler licked and drooled all over both of Diane’s big toes, sucking hard on them as if they were tiny cocks.

“Fuck, kocaeli escort I am cumming, you stunning sluts!” Diane screamed, “take my entire foot in your mouth! Stretch out your cum holes for me! Ohhhhhhhhhhh my God, I love cumming soo hard!” Pinching her nipples hard, rolling them around with her fingertips, Diane spit on Andrea and Skyler’s face. They both licked her spit up and spat it back all over her perky tanned tits and hands. Diane dropped her Vidtablet on the floor, and the app accidentally turned itself up to seventy-five percent.

All three women screamed within seconds of each other. “OHHHH FUCK I AM Cummmmminnnggg ssssssssssssssooooooooooooooo gggggggggoooood!

Their eyeballs rolled into the back of their heads as their pussies gushed out the most beautiful creamy cum. Andrea, now up on her knees, helped the dildo by slapping it hard. Cum ran down the dildo and onto her legs and the tabletop.

Skyler stuck her right forefinger inside her asshole next to the dildo and fucked her rectum hard and fast. She came all over the tabletop as well, scooping it up, licking her fingers clean of the sticky goodness.

Diane, now masturbating using the tab of the dildo on her clit, watched these two as they came all over the top of the table while kissing one another. Both women helped the other by slapping their tits and faces. This just made Diane that much hornier as she removed the dildo and sprayed a gushing stream of cum all over the two women, the table, and the floor. Skyler and Andrea shook and moaned as they came down off an incredible blackout of a cumshot.

“Yes, fill me up, baby!” Andrea yelled as she opened her mouth, taking in as much cum as she could from Diane’s sticky hot stream.

Skyler jumped off the table and began to masturbate Diane’s engorged pussy lips while she was cumming hard.

“OHHHH, my God, you two are making me cum again!” Diane yelled as she shot another gusher towards Andrea, with Skyler rubbing her soaked pussy lips.

“This is incredible!” Skyler said, smiling as she kissed Diane shoving her tongue between her lips.

“Oh my God, I am so spent,” Diane told the two of them as Andrea moaned for them not to move.

Andrea jumped off the table with a mouthful of Diane’s cum mixed her saliva and snowballed it into each woman’s waiting mouth. Skyler and Diane swapped the cum again several times before swallowing the sticky goodness. All three of them kissed passionately and let out huge sighs.

“I am so spent I need someone to dress me, “Skyler told them, laughing. They nodded in agreement.

“My entire body feels like rubber,” Diane said, giggling.

“Well, don’t worry about the mess; I will clean this up later,” Andrea told them, getting dressed. “There is a bathroom through that door, and no one will see you.”

After all three women were cleaned up, they gathered all of their stuff up and gave each other a colossal tongue-filled kiss.

“I will have that proposal over to you tomorrow, Andrea. You can bet there will be a LOT taken off that price.”

“I had no doubt,” Andrea told her, giggling, “I think my subby slut worked out just fine.”

Skyler smirked. She was proud of herself smiling at them.

“Are you two ready?” Andrea asked.

“You bet,” they said.

“I think it is time for a fire drill, don’t you?” Andrea smiled as she pulled the fire alarm. Out in the hallway, people shuffled to the stairs, and a lot of commotion was going on as the red strobe lights went off accompanied by a loud sounding alarm. The three of them filed in between workers on their way out of the building, heading twenty floors down.

The Hunt

My Prize Awaits

It was a lovely lazy day, my rock was warm, and I had fed, at least a little. I glanced down at the bodies that lay about my favorite hunting spot–clothing torn hither and thither about the wreckage of my afternoon hunt.

‘I must send a note to the White Queen; she was most generous today.’ I smiled to myself, and my whiskers pulled back as I returned to my cleaning. ‘Must always look my best.’

Rummmble.

I frowned; it had not been over three hours since my little feast, less than an hour since waking from my nap, and already my hunger was awakening.

“Males are never very satisfying, regardless of the species.” I bemoaned, “It has been ages since a nice plump….”

It was then that I heard her sweet voice, the voice that my hungry need responded to instantly.

“Mr. Rabbit! Hatter, where are you?” The voice called out clear and sweet from perhaps two hundred paces in the forest. “Come out; I wish to see you before my wedding!”

‘Could it be?’ A chill ran from the tip of my ears down my back to the end of my tail. ‘She has not been here in years; I was but a cub then, not twenty seasons old. She would be ancient by now!’

She sought the Mad Hatter and Mr. Rabbit; I scanned the remnants of my lunch bounty, the scattered and shredded clothing, the white tufts of fur from the rabbit were haphazardly strewn about, then there was the crushed hat of the Hatter. Both lay cuddling in their slumber, their nude bodies spooning; it was so cute it was nauseating.

“You two will be useless to her for days.” I flowed to the ground, my burnished gold eyes with the large round pupils quickly adapting to the familiar shadows of the undergrowth. “You rest here, my pets; I will send someone to collect you soon.” I leapt over the mound of snoring bodies to seek my prey and a decent meal.

The voice of a woman filled the forest, likely a fully human woman as I once was, moving through the undergrowth; a stone could have heard her, she moved as if she were trying to break every branch on her path; she made so much noise. I am in my cat form; not a single sound in reply.

I have heard my natural brothers and sisters have lost their sense of smell. I have not. Mine is keener than any human, keener than many cats. I could smell the girl from here, and she smelled sweet. Working my way along her path to find my best advantage, I wanted to see her first before she beheld me.

“A virgin still! How sweet.” Her scent did not carry the taint of men, she would be excellent for a meal, and I would not finish her; I would keep her for myself.

I cut across her path; she was now ahead of me; it was always good to come upon one’s prey when they are unaware, disrupts, and confuses; they can only run forward to the unknown, for I stood where they had been.

I crept up silently on the searching girl, but I needed a proper approach not to frighten too soon. So I followed silently behind until I found a splendid tree to climb and look.

“Hatter! Rabbit!” I heard and felt the stomp of a heeled shoe. “Come out this instant!” The voice carried the sound of command, but also I sensed growing fear.

I leapt to a nearby tree, one I knew well, and climbed, careful to stay in shadow out of her sight.

I was above her now; I could see her at the edge of a small izmit escort meadow; there once had been a tea party, years ago, now long since cleared away.

‘Yes, I think it is.’ I watched the tall human, now fully grown by the look of her dress and her bustle. I am no expert on such things, not any longer, but it seemed accurate from what I had seen in the White Queen’s court. I willed her to turn, and she did. ‘Yes, it is her!’

Hair covered her head in long golden waves, not tight curls of a young girl’s, but more relaxed as a wave on the sea. A blue band held its flow back from her face, she had a penchant for blue and white dresses, but now hers was more mature to match the adult body it held.

I licked my lips, my long rough tongue smoothing my brows and my whiskers before withdrawing back behind my fangs. ‘Don’t you look a dainty morsel?’ My mouth wetted at the prospect, as did other lips.

From here, even I could tell that little Alice was now a full woman; her breasts filled the space assigned to them rather well, impossible to miss even from here. I looked forward to running my claws along their tender tissues and feeling her jump as my fangs nipped at her teats.

“Hatter? Rabbit? Is that you?” Her eyes searched the surrounding gloom, looking for something she sensed but could not see. The scent of fear reached me even so far away, as well as another fragrance, anticipation perhaps?

‘Time to taste you, my little snack.’ I bounded to the ground soundlessly and walked the short distance to the path, the trail along which she had just come, thus blocking her escape. I transformed myself into my human shape. It now felt strange to be walking on two legs instead of four paws, but it works well for this. I needed to assure her before I took her.

The silly Cheshire Cat has some skill with magic, nothing like my own, but some. He vanishes when he wishes, a gift I have through stealth, but I can do something he can not; as I stepped toward my morsel, I wrapped my naked body in human clothing, the kind that I prefer. Far different from when I was fully human. Leather, of course, taken from my baser kills, my meat, not my food.

I wore thigh hugging boots with impossibly high heels, over skin-tight black leather pants, up over my thickly muscled legs and equally muscled bottom; its waistband hung low on my hips. My narrow waist and flat muscular abdomen were prominent, my ample breasts lovingly held in my tight black leather bustier. The leather band supported my breasts but only slightly covered my nipples while enhancing my cleavage. My waist-length dark blonde hair highlighted with strands of white and even some black, making the color unique.

The White Queen ordered that I wear something ‘civilized’ in her presence when I had arrived at her table for tea in nothing but what nature gave me; this is as civilized as I get.

‘Poor thing; she was jealous. I fear her court could not keep their eyes off of my breasts. The queen’s lips they captured and held for a day. I left her exhausted and used in every way I could imagine.’ Then, smiling while licking my lips at the memory, ‘and I have a good imagination.’

In gratitude, she sent me food, once full meals of her ladies-in-waiting brought to me, bound in ribbon and naked, now merely snacks of a guard or prisoner or pest, all returned, of course, I am not rude, izmit anal yapan escort exhausted though they be.

“I shall have to visit my neighbor soon!” My voice was low, barely a whisper, and hungry “oh well, I shall feed shortly, and well by the looks of it.”

It was time, and I stepped out onto the path just feet behind my treat.

“Hello, little Alice, are you lost?” I asked; my yellow eyes must sparkle. “I would love to help you if I might?” I blocked her escape back to the White Queen’s lands; her only choice now was deeper into mine.

“Ah, alright, I am Alice,” the sweet thing started, stepped back a little before yielding a proper curtsey. Fear was lovely in the air, but I sense perhaps a tinge of arousal?

“I am looking for the Ratter and Habbit.” She stammered, shaking her head. “No, I mean the Mad Hatter and the White Rabbit.” She smiled at her correction, then took a deep breath to steady her nerves. Her breasts looked deliciously lovely at the breath.

“Oh dear, I saw them just a few moments ago, away.” I gestured in the wrong direction, deeper into my domain, opposite the direction her friends lay sleeping. “That way, I think. I get turned around so.” I smiled reassuringly or as close as I could make out. “Poor dears had a rough morning, rather strenuous it seemed. I believe they were having a lie-in, I think you would say.”

“Now? But it is nearly tea; I was hoping to share it with them.” She paused, eyes fastened on the ground at her feet; the sadness in her voice was thick. “… before…” yet another long pause.

I took this opportunity to move forward, careful so as not to startle the girl. “Oh, poor dear, is there something the matter?”

It was all I could do to restrain my claws and rip her clothing from her and feed even here; I restrained myself, but only just.

“I must wed tomorrow,” Again, her voice trailed off.

“Congratulations, my dear little sweet, but you do not seem happy, and you use the word must?” I tried to pack as much warmth into that response as possible while wondering what charms might be within the acres and acres of blue and white cotton and silk.

“Mother and Father are both dead, the Will states I must marry to inherit my wealth or I must I must….” Her cheeks burst red, “I must do what I must to survive.”

Putting my arm around the girl who came only to my breasts, her mouth the perfect height. “Oh dear little sweet Alice, you can stay with me.” I turned her to face me. Her eyes never left my cleavage. I lifted her chin to meet my eyes. “You need never leave.”

“Oh, thank you, I am sure, but the White Queen was clear. I may not stay in her lands….” She tries to move away; the scent of her fear is growing, but not as quickly as her arousal.

“Oh, but you are in luck!” My claws extend a little, as do my fangs. “For you see, little darling, her authority ends away there,” I wave my hand away to the west, my long black shiny claws now clearly evident, “this is my domain.” Then, sweeping my arm around my realm as I carefully extend my claws and tantalize her through the thin material of her dress. I pull her tighter to show her my strength. “I am the absolute ruler here, and we will have all we need.”

“No, I could not impose, truly, I wished to just meet with…,” she seemed to look confused as I fixed her izmit yabancı escort with my eyes, willing her to submit, her breasts rising and falling faster and faster, filling the fabric that hid them.

“Then you trespass in my domain, sweet one,” my low growl clear. “I dislike trespassers.”

I allowed my fur to appear, my claws to grow to their full length, and my fangs; grew to my full height of eight feet. Alice gawked up in awe, frozen to the spot. “Normally, I would castigate you,” my voice lower than it once was, no longer light and friendly.

“I will allow you one chance to escape my justice. You will run. I will chase. If you reach your friends before I find you, you will be free of my justice,” leaning in close to her ear, my hot breath directed down toward that lovely hidden treasure below her beautiful throat, “but if I capture you first, I will keep you until I have had my fill….”

I ran the back of my clawed paw down her neck to the peaks hidden barely by the cloth, now rapidly dampening with the sweat of her fear.

Now I could feel my desire build, my loins filled with the lust that only little Alice could sate. Where she likely had a nub, I have the gift of a girl cock, a cock that began to fill. She could not help but notice. I could provide her with no cubs, but I would fill her and make her mine. More than any human could hope ever to possess. Her eyes fixed on my appendage; her attention fueled its rise. It would make my pursuit a challenge, but her capture all the sweeter.

“Which I promise will be a very, very, very, long time.” I licked her ear with my rough tongue; she shivered and chirped. Finally, I growled, “Yummy.”

“I have done nothing wrong; I did not mean to become lost; the White Queen told me they came this way,” She shivered and shook and dripped; I could smell her sex.

“Oh, she did, did she? I will have to thank her.” My first claw caught on the fabric above the rise of the prize I wished to see. I allowed it to tear a small hole to peek at that lovely, luscious land. She shivered visibly; the air filled with the perfume of her Rose Petal soap and her aroma.

“Regardless, you trespass without my leave.” Then, dropping my head to see her eyes better and she can see my fully cat face, and I feel her with my whiskers.

“Prepare to run.” She trembled from head to toe.

In one swift movement, my claw worked its magic, and I tore her silly frock from neck to hem. She screamed and clutched at the rents to cover the treasures it once hid. My right hand grabbed the back of the collar and lifted it away. Her hands flashed to her tightly corseted breasts. Her efforts were failing to cover her charms, as luscious as I had hoped and by their conspicuous movements, desperate for release. I licked my lips and twitched my ears. Around her hips and legs were petticoats which no doubt hid bloomers, I was uncertain, but soon I would know.

“Time to run sweet meat!” I smacked her hard on the rump; she screamed yet again and was off.

“You might wish to rid yourself of those heels!” I shouted and laughed as she careened deeper into my domain.

‘Oh goodness!’ watching the vision of her firm little butt racing away, her corset I had left, as a fun little dainty. I leapt to a tree and placed my pennant high in its branches some thirty feet up.

“A proper standard for a proper hunt.” I laughed again, taking in the breeze; she headed for the river and my grotto. My pool house is there, along with my playroom.

“Better and better.” My interests were growing, as was my desire.

‘I think I should make a game of this.’ And I was off after my treat.

This series is a companion to my story Truth soulless but clean. Her room was on the 20th floor, but she didn’t even look out at the view. There was a king-sized bed, and that’s all she saw. For a long time, she just lay on it, fully dressed in the brightly lit room looking at the ceiling.

She had left home at sunrise. Her mom had come out in her robe to kiss her goodbye. They stood in the driveway squeezing each other tight.

“I love you, baby,” she whispered in Leethie’s ear, her breath smelling strong with sleep. “Everything is going to be OK.”

She had avoided the big interstates a much as she could, driving two-lane highways almost the whole way. And while she’d tried to enjoy the landscape Leethie’s mind had attacked itself the whole day; for trusting Linda, for losing her job, for fantasizing about Miranda, for losing Miranda. She had tried not to think of her father’s stony silence, of the hurt angry expression on Linda’s wet face, of her own longings. When she had thought of those things, she found herself unconsciously speeding up – as if by going 90 she could escape the memories.

‘You’re going to get yourself pulled over,’ she’d thought, as she caught herself doing it for the umpteenth time.

The drive took her nine hours, stopping only at gas stations for fuel and food. She stood watching old Mexican women make burritos from scratch, cooking raw tortillas at little counters next to the register while dusty cowboys bought scratchers and loosies, taking guilty looks at her chest and ass.

‘Only in Texas,’ she thought.

Miranda’s final care package had been a small padded envelope that had arrived as she was packing up her apartment. It was filled with dry flower petals, a mixtape, and a card in Miranda’s curling script. All it said was “CAN’T WAIT!”

Miranda had sent almost a dozen tapes since Leethie and her father had gotten home from the East Coast. The tapes had everything from Chris and Cosey’s “Walking in Heaven” to Mr. Rogers singing “girls are fancy on the inside.” Each tape seemed constructed like a story or a poem, one that Leethie was meant to decode. She had listened to very little else for the past seven months.

For the first hour or so of the drive, however, she had resisted listening to Miranda’s tapes, too caught up in her guilt and regret; too afraid to think about where she was going, and why. Instead she struggled to find stations playing good songs on the radio, then to find stations playing songs, then to find stations. finally she’d given up and reached for the case holding Miranda’s tapes. She’d begun cycling through them, reaching blindly for a new one each time one came to an end. By the time she reached El Paso her passenger seat was piled with tapes and their cases.

The last couple of hours she’d just played the same tape over and over. It was the first tape Miranda had made her, the one she found waiting for her in the apartment. The last song on it was “Smoke and Mirrors,” by the Magnetic Fields. As she got closer to El Paso she’d started rewinding that song and replaying it, again and again. Leethie loved it so much she wanted to grind her teeth whenever it was on. She had listened to it so often for the past eight months she knew the words by heart; had memorized every shift and peculiarity of Stephin Merritt’s dark bass, until he seemed to be whispering in her ear.

“Smoke and mirrors,” he crooned, “special effects. A little fear, a little sex”

Laying on the giant bed all the miles of racing away from home seemed to collapse and pile up on top of her; as if her soul had been stretched all day and was now contacting with explosive force.

Leethie wept.

She didn’t sob or gasp at first, but the tears slid down her cheeks and her chest shook with the pain of it all. She held her torso tight, bearing down with all her strength on her ribcage and abdomen, on her sorrow; swaddling it, holding it as still as she could while the sadness and anger writhed and clawed inside her.

“That’s all love is behind the tears,” Merritt explained. “Smoke and escort kocaeli mirrors.”

She looked at the ceiling through a blur of tears wondering at the pain. It felt like a thick iron bar passing through her heart.

“We were foolish, you and I,” he rumbled. “But there’s no reason to cry.”

Leethie covered her heart with her hands, clutching at her breast, arms folded tight against her sides, and tried to imagine the bar. It was dence and rigid and was almost as big around as her heart, which ached horribly. she wondered if she could actually be having a heart attack; imagined the maid finding her dead.

In her mind’s eye the bar passed through her heart, out her sides, and through her arms, extending out well past the envelope of her body. She wondered how far it went, imagining it as a roughened black thing, stretching for miles in both directions.

“We put on a lovely show, but that’s all,” Merritt’s voice sang in her mind. “I had to go.”

Still crying she reached for her jeans; giving up.

Clenching her teeth and moaning loudly she took hold of her fly. Jerking the buttons open and spreading them wide, she used her thumbs to push her panties and jeans down, shimmying them over her ass to just below her hips. She had known she’d do this; had sworn she wouldn’t. She had put it off for days, too ashamed while she was staying under her parent’s roof. Leethie had known for hours this would happen, had told herself she didn’t want to but had thought of little else; had known this was how her day would end long before she kissed her mother goodbye.

“I don’t know the stations’ names,” hushed the song. “I’ll spend my life on this train.”

The night train from Paris to Berlin was surprisingly full. They had planned to save a little money by sleeping on the train with their rail passes rather than rent a room. But crammed next to Miranda, Leethie couldn’t sleep. The car was over-chilled against the muggy weather and the two of them were underdressed in shorts and t-shirts. They were huddled for warmth, their legs covered with a cardigan and their torsos covered by a windbreaker.

Miranda was twisted in her seat and slumped against Leethie, head on her shoulder, her right arm around her waist. Leethie had put her arm around Miranda’s shoulder. She had taken the aisle seat, but stared out over the top of Miranda’s head at the window. The lights were dimmed in the car and it was raining, so the countryside was darker still. Except for random tiny lights in the distance, all Leethie could see in the window was their reflections.

They had spent more time and money than they intended working their way up the coast of Portugal, and the trip through Spain from Santiago de Compostela to San Sebastian had been beautiful but exhausting and frustrating. Trains had given way to buses, buses to hitchhiking, and at times hitchhiking had given way to walking. Foot-sore and filthy they had arrived in Biarritz. They had spent almost a week beach-bumming and recharging their batteries, before moving on. They visited Bordeaux and Tours in quick succession; they were in a rush to reach Paris. But after three nights in Paname, and a long day in the sun drinking white wine, Leethie was once again exhausted, grubby, and a little drunk.

She leaned her cheek against Miranda’s head, and Miranda squeezed her waist and nuzzled her shoulder. Miranda’s hair was as dirty as Leethie’s but smelled good.

‘Like Miranda,’ Leethie thought, drawing a deep breath through her nose. She squeezed her back, pulling her in.

‘For warmth,’ she thought, but her breathing had changed, and a globe of pressure had begun to grow in her belly. She craned her neck to look around the car, but all heads were turned and quiet. The Irish biddies across the aisle were asleep. Miranda’s soft warm form molded against her filled Leethie with a sharp need that made her breath shake and mouth wet. She thought of forcing her head down with her hands and felt a wave of weakness.

‘For warmth,’ she justified.

With her free hand, Leethie gölcük escort had been petting Miranda’s arm, but she let it fall to her lap. Under the cover of the windbreaker, she began to slowly work at her belt. She pushed the thick leather strap through the brass buckle frame, careful to be quiet. Pulling it away from herself and freeing the prong from its hole in the strap. Miranda moaned softly as she eased the belt through the other half of the buckle’s frame, and spread them to either side of her fly. She undid the button of her shorts, pulling it open and feeling for her zipper.

“Wharoodoin?” Miranda mumbled.

“Shhhh,” Leethie shushed. Her hand shook as she jerked the zipper down, and pulled her fly wide. Miranda started to pull away, but Leethie held her in place with the arm around her shoulder, putting her hand on the back of her neck. Miranda tried to slide her arm from around her waist, but with her other hand, Leethie grabbed it.

“No!” Leethie told her, squeezing the bones of her wrist with bruising force and pushing Miranda’s hand down her belly.

“Leethie stop,” Miranda hissed, curling her fingers back into a fist. Leethie squeezed her wrist with all her strength until Miranda made a tiny high-pitched sound and opened her hand back up.

“Do it,'” Leethie commanded as she forced Miranda’s spread fingers into her panties, widening her knees as she did. For a moment Miranda’s fingers were stiff and held spread. Leethie squeezed again, her nails digging into the soft skin viciously and Miranda went limp, letting Leethie push her fingers between her thighs. “Now Da.”

Leethie was breathing hard through her nose, her head, not so much resting on Miranda’s as clamping down on it, helping to immobilize it. Leethie could feel Miranda breathing against her; quick little sips and puffs like a scared rabbit, but then the staccato slowed and her fingers began to move. Leethies hips rolled forward to meet the tentative little pets.

“There,” Leethie chided as she loosened her grip on Miranda’s wrist and neck. Her fingers traveled into Miranda’s hair, twirling the soft silky strands. Miranda made a soft petulant sound, but her fingers continued to gently caress Leethie. “Don’t pretend.”

Maybe Miranda had been pretending, maybe not, either way her index and middle fingers stretched and pushed smoothly inward. Leethie could feel how wet she must be, Miranda slid through her easily, her fingers curling back up to Leethies clit. She snorted as they found their mark, slipping over and around the hard little bead. Greasy and slick, the tips Miranda’s index and middle fingers moved on either side of Leethies pearl, which felt enormous and as hard as steel – like a ball bearing, like the tip of something huge and monstrous.

Sliding up and down the little fleshy trough and occasionally slipping down and pushing deep to wet her fingers, Miranda’s caresses fell into rhythm with the swaying of the car on the tracks. Leethie was holding herself as still as she could. She focused her whole self on those two fingertips. Her insides seemed to shake and she could feel the color rising in her cheeks, but it wasn’t enough. Miranda had slid her hand down, squeezing it between Leethie’s thighs, pushing her fingers in deep, but Leethie could feel the pleasure receding. It wasn’t enough.

“Put your fingers in your mouth,” she commanded. “I want to see you eat it.”

Miranda turned her head and looked up at Leethie, her non-color eyes were enormous and her lashes wet in the low light. Her lips were parted and glistening. She looked like she’d been drooling; looked cowed. No part of Leethie thought she would disobey, she let go of her wrist as Miranda pulled her hand out of her shorts. She slipped her hand out from under the windbreaker and raised her fingers to her lips, they were shaking and dripping wet as she put them in her mouth. Miranda obediently sucked them clean. They stared into each other’s eyes as she did.

“Again,” Leethie whispered.

Miranda held Leethie’s gaze as she slid her izmit sınırsız escort fingers from her mouth and carefully drew her hand back under the windbreaker. Leethie felt her trembling fingertips, moist and baby soft, sliding over the flesh of her belly. She felt Miranda’s nails finding and prying under the elastic waistband of her panties, pushing down over her smooth hairless mons, and into her pussy. Leethie opened her knees wider, giving her entrance, letting Miranda fuck her with her fingers, first two, then three, then all four. Her thumb moved fast and hard over Leethie’s wet clit; mashing it. Finally, the pleasure was beginning to build.

Miranda pumped her fingers faster and faster until the wet sounds seemed loud enough to draw attention and her arm was making the windbreaker visibly jerk. Leethie didn’t care. She was squeezing her breast hard as Miranda again withdrew her hand, careful not to touch Leethie or the light jacket with her wet fingers.

Looking into Leethie’s eyes she sucked all four of her fingertips in her mouth; conscientiously licking and sucking each finger clean. As her shaking hand retreated back under the jacket Miranda moved her mouth to Leethie’s ear.

“Like that?” Miranda whispered in her ear, lisping slightly. The sound of her lips wetly touching and parting was almost as loud as her words. Leethie could hear her pointed tongue washed in saliva. “Am I doing it right?”

Miranda was scraping Leethie’s belly with her nails, pushing her panties down until the pads of her fingers were once again caressing Leethie’s wet sex.

“Don’t stop…”

Miranda’s fingers parted and began to slide through Leethie, spreading her wet, painting and soaking her rigid pearl.

Miranda’s fingers began to thrum, working up and down, on top and to either side of the sensitive little gem. Her breath quickened against Leethie’s ear with the effort. She made small wet sounds and hushed.

Leethie’s shoulders were pressed into her backrest, but her neck was stretched forward and she had arched her spine away from the cushion, her ass was barely resting on the edge of the seat. Her knees were spread wide and braced hard against the seatbacks in front of them. Balanced on the balls of her feet, her heels bounced in the air.

Miranda’s fast jagged breaths were Leethie’s entire universe. The tiny smacks of her tongue and lips, of spit-soaked flesh parting from stony smooth teeth. Miranda’s lips closed over Leethie’s earlobe. They were warm and wet. She sucked at the fatty lappet, drawing it into her mouth; playing her tongue over the little lobe.

“Hhhhha hhhha aaah,” Miranda gasped as she released Leethe’s ear. The tiny breathy sounds were like a hurricane slamming into Leethie. her fingers pistoned like a machine spinning out of control.

All at once the storm of throaty sighs and huffs dropped away and were replaced by a muffled sloshing as Miranda’s tongue filled Leethie’s ear, moving over and filling the hard little bowl with wet fleshy warmth, then pushing inward. The sound of Miranda’s tongue trying to force itself into the stony little canal of Leethie’s ear was like the surf battering a rock cliff. Rather than from Miranda’s furiously moving fingers, Leethie’s orgasm had seemed to come from that oceanic meeting of mouth and ear. It blew through Leethie like a wave exploding through a rock cave.

“MmmmnnnnGH-” Leethie moaned loudly before Miranda’s wet hand clamped over Her open mouth. Stifling her cry and smearing the stink of her cunt all over her lips, nose, and cheeks.

Leethie made a loud animal noise deep in her throat as her hands clutched at her pussy. With no one to stifle her cries, the whining mew filled the brightly lit hotel room, sounding more miserable than any sound Leethie could remember, but she pushed on, pressing her fingers into herself and she began to sob.

“Smoke and mirrors,” her mind echoed, “special effects. A little fear, a little sex”.

She worked her hand, trying to tease out the pleasure she craved so wildly and felt so deeply shamed by, but finally, the sobs won out. She covered her eyes with her hands, smearing her wet stink over her face; the taste of it mixing with the brine of her tears.

“That’s all love is behind the tears,” her mind rumbled. “Smoke and mirrors…”

Last summer – at Aaron’s urging – I went back to college on a “six-week blitz” to pick-up the last nine credits of filler I needed for my MBA. The classes met back-to-back Tuesdays and Thursdays; the first starting at three in the afternoon, the last ending at ten at night. The college (a branch campus of the University of Pittsburgh), was only a thirty-five minute drive from our home, but after working a half-day, then sitting in a classroom for the better part of six hours, it was often the most tiring part of the day.

For those of you who have never taken leave of your senses and taken-on the insanity that is the heart and sole of compressing an entire semester into six short weeks; all I can say is: “You don’t know what fun you’re missing!” The pace is fast and furious, the workload is extreme, and the deadlines verge on the impossible. And if that isn’t enough, over half of the term-projects (in my case), are team-based, which means finding time outside of class to meet with your fellow students to pull things together. Luckily, I was able to partner with the same two girls for all three classes.

Jen and Erin were both twenty years old, and rather than heading home for the summer, had decided to stay on campus and take the fast-track to graduation. They were bright and hard working, and more than willing to do their (and often my) share of the research demanded by our many projects. It was incredible. Even though I was old enough to be their . . . um, older sister, we quickly became fast friends. Between classes and on Saturdays when we met to work on projects, we were inseparable. They freely confided the demands they placed on their boyfriends, and how willing they were to explore the requests made of them; and I offered reassurance that it only got better, and that Aaron and I were always on the lookout for new ways to get each other off.

It was this openness that led them to offer their dorm room as a place for me to stay any night I was too tired to drive home. It was this sense of sisterhood that led me to accept that Saturday night before finals. It was that trust which gave me the opportunity to view that most erotic of scenes . . .

Aaron had left Friday morning to go help his brother and sister-in-law move into their new house near the inner harbor in Baltimore. Originally, I was to going to tag along and help Marie get settled in, but when Professor Thompson told Jen, Erin and me that our project needed another rewrite, all that changed. And with my lover away, I decided to take Jen and Erin up on their offer to stay over and wrap-up our assignment.

“That does it!” Erin said, as she hit the final keystroke, “All we need to do is go down to the computer center and print it out!”

Jen stretched, arching back. Her short-cropped T-shirt rode up on her firm, young breasts: the bottom curve of her pale antalya escort pink areola peeking out. “Tomorrow.” she said.

“Why wait?” Erin asked, “If we do it now, we can sleep in and not have to worry about it.”

Jen stood up and stripped off her shirt, then pushed her shorts to the floor. “The computer center closed a half hour ago. Now if you two will excuse me, I’m going to take a nice hot shower.”

I settled back on the spare bed and watched as Jen walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, leaving the door open. I couldn’t help but stare at her perfect body. Her breasts were a little larger than mine. Rounder too. 36 Cs I’d say. Her waist was trim; her legs long and strong. The legs of a true long-distance runner. And as for her butt, well, they don’t come much nicer

Jen twisted her long auburn hair into a bun and held it there with a rubber band. She turned. My gaze drifted down to the thin strip of neatly trimmed brown that radiated up from her protruding pussy-lips. She smiled, then stepped into the shower and drew the curtain.

“What time is it anyway?” Erin asked.

I checked my watch. “A little past midnight.”

“I’ll give you fair warning.” Erin said, “If you’re planning on taking a hot shower before bed, you’d better hop in with Jen. Otherwise its iceberg city.”

“That’s all right. I’ll wait til morning.”

Erin stood up and took off her sweatshirt and bra. Her 34 Bs spilled out. She made eye contact and smiled, then loosened the drawstring on her scrubs. As they fell to the floor, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her high-cut panties and pushed them to the floor as well. “Not me.” she said, “I’ve had enough cold showers for one week.”

With a wink, Erin turned and trotted off to join her roommate.

Again, I couldn’t help but stare. Erin gave new meaning to the word: petite. Her short blonde hair gave her the look of a pixy. Her waist was unbelievably small; and her hips incredibly narrow. If possible, her legs were even longer than Jen’s, and far thinner. As for her butt, it was small and tight.

Erin turned to close the bathroom door. I had to check. Yes. Her thick mass of pubes were the same whitish blonde as her shoulder-length hair. She was a natural.

I settled back once more to wait on Jen and Erin. I couldn’t believe how tired I was. Sleep beckoned. I slowly got undressed and then pulled on my favorite sleep-boxers and Aaron’s favorite workout T. I crawled into bed, and was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

“Quiet!” Erin giggled, “You’re going to wake her!”

Through the haze of sleep, I tried to fight myself awake.

“If she hasn’t woke up yet, she never will.” Jen said, “Now get back to work on my pussy.”

I lay perfectly still, and cautiously opened my eyes. The room was antalya escort bayan bathed in candlelight. Erin knelt astride Jen; her face buried between Jen’s legs; her ass high in the air. Jen’s beautiful breasts glistened with sweat. She drew her knees up and clamped her thighs together, trapping Erin.

“Oh god!” she moaned, “Yes. Yes! Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh!”

Erin continued to lap away at Jen’s pussy. The sounds of her aggressive technique filled my ears. Their mingled scent engulfed me. I couldn’t believe the scene unfolding before me. It was unreal. My mind raced. Back to the porn movie Aaron and I had watched the Saturday before. To the raging hard-on Aaron had gotten watching the two cock-tease beauties go down on one another. To how this private performance was every man’s fantasy. To how HOT, the scene was getting.

Without warning, Jen pushed Erin onto her side and then onto her back. Quickly, she squatted over Erin’s face and ground her pussy hard against Erin’s probing tongue.

“That’s right Erin, suck my pussy. Make me cum. Make me cum!”

Jen continued to grind her pussy against Erin’s hungry mouth. She leaned forward, pressing down on Erin’s thighs. “Spread your legs.” she said, “Wider. Wider!”

Erin worked her legs wider and wider apart. Jen leaned forward and pulled a monstrous dildo from under the pillow and thrust it deep into Erin’s pussy. She squealed at the intrusion. “Do you want me to turn it on?” Jen asked.

Erin nudged Jen upward. “Oh god yes!” she said.

Jen lowered herself back down, then switched-on the huge phallus.

A muffled groan escaped Erin’s lips. Jen laughed. “You like, that, don’t you?” Another muffled groan.

I slipped my left hand inside my shorts and began to finger my pussy. Jen looked right at me and stared. I held still, eyes closed. Jen giggled, then moved off the bed and walked over to me. My heart began to pound. I could feel her breath on my cheek. The sound of the dresser draw opening almost made me jump out of my skin.

“What are you doing?” Erin asked.

“Getting Big Bill.”

Jen walked back to the bed. I pulled my hand from my pussy and cautiously opened my eyes.

“Suck my cock!” Jen commanded.

Erin got on her knees in front of Jen and began licking and sucking the big strap-on. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing!

“Lick my balls too!”

Jen shifted her stance, giving me a better view of her . . . equipment. The strap-on was a good ten inches long; thick and heavily ribbed. The fake scrotum with its heavy balls swayed naturally between Jen’s legs.

“Get on the bed. On your back.” Jen commanded, “Spread your legs. Wide! Grab your ankles.”

Jen climbed on the bed and knelt between Erin’s splayed legs. She placed the head of her latex cock against Erin’s escort antalya waiting pussy and entered her quickly. “Put your legs on my shoulders.”

Jen lowered herself until her full weight was resting on her forearms. Erin reached around and dug her fingernails into Jen’s gorgeous ass. “Fuck me.” she said. Jen complied.

Almost instantly, “Ugh. Ugh! Ugh!” Erin cried.

“That was too easy.” Jen laughed, as she pulled out of Erin’s pussy, “On your knees!”

Erin complied.

“You have such a gorgeous ass.” Jen complimented, “How about I fuck it?”

“You want to fuck my . . .”

Before Erin could finish her protest, Jen’s thumbs were spreading open Erin’s ass-cheeks. “Jen, no.” Erin whimpered as Jen drove in her full length. “Please Jen, nooooooooooo. It hurts.”

Jen held still in Erin’s ass. “You said Trevor wanted to fuck your ass, didn’t you?

“Yes.” Erin sobbed.

“And you want to please him, don’t you?”

“I guess.”

“Then what’s the problem? From what you’ve told me, Big Bill is a lot smaller than Trevor.”

“Well, yeah.”

“And remember how sore my ass was the first time Sam butt-fucked me?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, the first time always hurts. You just have to learn to loosen up. So quit bitching and let me fuck this gorgeous ass of yours . . .”

As I lay there watching Jen fuck Erin’s tight little ass straight away, a part of me wanted to go over and show these two novices the right way to butt-fuck. But that would have given me away; and worse still, with my boxers now completely soaked with my own cum, put me in the awkward position of having to explain why I was so turned on. I continued to lay still, faking sleep.

After a dozen or so slow thrusts, Erin seemed to really be getting into it. “Oh god. This does feel good.” she said.

Jen took hold of Erin’s slim hips and quickened her pace.

Another dozen or so quick thrusts.

“Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh! I’m cumming!” Jen laughed, “I want to cum on your ass.”

Pulling from Erin’s ass, Jen began flogging her butt-cheeks with the fake cock; milking every last drop, “Oh god that was great.” she laughed.

Erin turned around and began sucking Jen’s breasts. Another round?

“Yeah babe!” Jen moaned, “Suck me. Suck my tits.”

Erin’s technique was incredible. Her tongue swirled round and round Jen’s thick nipples. With expert timing, she moved from side to: licking, sucking, kissing, nibbling. Jen fussed open the belt that held the strap-on in place and tossed it under my bed. Erin moved her onto her back and began finger-fucking Jen’s pussy as she continued to suck her breasts.

Erin’s fingers were a blur, working their magic on Jen’s pussy.

“Make me cum. Make me cum. Make me cum!” Jen pleaded.

Erin quickened her pace.. In moments, Jen’s body began to writhe. Erin nipped at Jen’s rock-hard nipples. “Oh god! I’m cumming!”

Exhausted, the two coeds collapsed into each others arms.

“I can’t believe we didn’t wake her.” Erin said., after treating herself to a long, wet kiss.

“Some people can sleep through anything.” Jen said.

Little did they know.

“Officer, send encryption to the guards at the brig,” the Commodore declares. “I’m going down there for to visit our unauthorized boarders.”

In the aftermath of the melee, members of the crew on Starfleet Deltoid look tired and out of sorts. A young woman with tussled hair handles the message, which she sends on a monitor with a cracked screen. The majority of the fighting took place in the forecastle, but two of the attackers had managed to penetrate defenses and storm the command bridge.

But in the end, the Imperial training won out. Now the Commodore’s black boot heels echo in the gangway on her way to the cells where their prisoners are being kept. She glances out the narrow, rectangular windows that look out onto the vast void.

She feels a pang of guilt: if she hadn’t chosen this route, so far from any Imperial check-points, the kleptonauts would never have targeted them.

Kleptonaut is, in the Commodore’s mind, and undeserved euphemism. She sneers to herself as she clears the gangway, the portals opening automatically to let her pass. Pirates. That’s the only proper way to talk about the low-life scum who hover in the blackness of space with their radars off, waiting for unsuspecting vessels to rip off.

Space pirates.

The Commodore reaches the brig and goes to the surveillance booth. The on-duty guard takes one look at her and opens the portal without question – he hadn’t even opened the encrypted message, but he knew the Commodore was not going to be in a patient mood. The Commodore has an intimidating presence, despite her youth. Her eyes are hard and amber colored, and her golden-blond hair is perpetually pulled back in an unforgivingly tight braid that rests on the shoulder pad of her crisp uniform jacket.

Entering the brig, she takes her jacket off, revealing the dual stun-gun holsters on her hips. She hangs her jacket on a hook and enters with a stony expression.

As she does this, the guard watches her dumbly. He (like most crew members) has never seen her without her jacket, without the chevrons on the right breast signifying her many honors. Now, in only her long-sleeved white button-down, the curve of her chest and the taper of her waist are more visible. The guard is watching her backside – which fills out her navy blue dress pants quite nicely – and having thoughts that would get him court-marshaled if he were ever so unwise to say them aloud.

The Commodore snaps him back to attention with a word. “Officer,” she says. “I want you to allow entry for ID# 0604 to Cell 8.” She narrows her eyes. “And power down surveillance cameras.”

“Wait…are you sure we -” the guard reacts instinctively. Then, stopping himself in the middle of this idiotic sentence, he obediently switches off the surveillance cameras.

The Commodore glowers at him until her bidding is done. Then she smooths down her shirt, inhales deeply, and lets out the breath with her eyes closed.

The portal opens. The Commodore strides directly to Cell 8.

The walk is silent, save for her footfalls. Each of the cells in the space station brig are soundproofed, so even if unlawfuls were calling out and taunted her as she passed, she wouldn’t hear them, nor would she see them through the tinted glass. She comes to the 8th cell and holds her eye to the retinal scanner. It recognizes her identification number, which flashes on the screen as the computer informs her that her entry into cell 8 has been noted, and that she will be held accountable for any changes to the cell or the occupant, all in three simple words:

#0604 ACCESS LOGGED

She frowns purposefully at it.

With a hiss and a heavy thud, the door to cell 8 springs out from being completely flush with the wall. She slides it back and enters, and it closes behind her with another heavy click. As the door recedes into the wall, its outline becomes invisible, as though there weren’t a doorway there at all.

The Commodore stands stock straight until she hears the door close behind her. The cell is completely dark, and the Commodore sighs, annoyed.

“Lights on,” she says.

As the cell is filled with bright fluorescence, the light reveals the sole occupant of the cell sitting at the edge of her cot.

The woman is lean and tall, with long legs and torso. Her hair is jet-black and unruly: even now, strands of it hang in her face and strand straight up from her unevenly cut front bangs. Her clothes – a rugged pair of canvas pants ending at her mid-calves and a heavy leather jacket – and are torn in places: the tee-shirt she wears beneath the jacket is dark at the neckline and armpits with sweat. Despite her disheveled appearance – or perhaps because of it – she is breath-takingly gorgeous. Her lips are full and pink, and her teeth are brilliantly white. There’s a chip in her left canine that the Commodore can see as a grin spreads across her face. Her eyes are unnaturally violet – or, at least, one of them is. The other is obscured beneath a plastic eye patch.

“Well, well, well,” bilecik escort the woman says. Her voice is soft and raspy, yet somehow commands attention like the sound of a telecom cutting out of signal. She stands to her full height – taller than the Commodore by at least half a foot – and grins down at her malevolently. “The Commodore herself, here to visit lil’ ol’ me. What an honor!”

“Cut the shit, Luce,” the Commodore snaps. “I don’t have time to be cute.”

Luce steps back in mock-surprise. She points to her chest and says, “You think I’m cute?”

The Commodore ignores her. “I’m here because I want to know why.”

“Why?” Luce arches one fine, dark eyebrow. “The fuel supply on this ship alone is worth 10,000 standard creds. You have to ask why I wanted to steal it?” She puts her hands on her hips and shifts her weight. “C’mon, Keira. You shouldn’t have to ask that.”

“I don’t mean why you tried to steal it,” the Commodore says, gritting her teeth. “I mean, why are you stealing anything at all?”

“Because I’m a space pirate, silly,” Luce says simply. She turns and goes to her cot again, making a show of sashaying as she steps. Then, she drops her butt down on the cot with playful suddenness, gripping the edge of the mattress with both hands. She tilts her head at Keira. “Or what do they call us at Imperial? Kleptonauts?” She wrinkles her nose. “Bureaucrats. Always making up names for stuff, just so they don’t have to call things what they are.”

“I mean why are you doing this,” Keira says, and there’s no longer a question mark. “Your record at the Academy was damn near flawless. You could have been a Commodore in Sector 3 – hell, you could have been Ministerial!”

Luce smiles, more kindly now. She pats the space beside her on the cot. “Sit with me,” she says simply.

But the Commodore makes no move to do so. “Top marks throughout, and you were hardly trying. Then graduation comes around, and you’re nowhere to be found.” Sincerity seeps into her steely voice like a hull leak. “When I heard the reports, I thought they were joking. Then I thought they were lying.” Her voice hardens again. “And now I don’t even know what to think.”

The space pirate laughs. “You’re scolding me like you’re about to give me a spanking,” she says. Then she gives Keira a coy smile and, leaning back on her hands, adds: “Have I been naughty, Keira?” She arches her back, angling her petit breasts upwards. “Do I need to be punished?”

The Commodore purses her lips.

“Come on, sit with me!” Luce says again, whining. She pats the space beside her insistently.

The Commodore doesn’t move. Her jaw tightens only as she looks down at Luce like something caught in the tread of her boots.

Luce sighs, giving up. Her shoulders sag. “Fine, be that way.” She drops back onto the bed and rolls over onto her stomach, kicking up one bare foot over her behind. She pouts at Keira like a sullen teenager, her face pressed into the pillow, her hair loose over her forehead.

Keira’s expression still doesn’t change… but her eyes flicker to the lovely curve of the space pirate’s resting bottom. There’s a tear just beneath Luce’s left ass cheek, a triangle of fabric standing up to reveal the bare skin of Luce’s thigh, the same creamy brown color as coffee liquor. The Commodore notes, discomfited, that she doesn’t see Luce’s underwear through the hole. Keira’s insides flutter.

Of course, Luce sees this. She sees all of it: the glance, the shifting feet, the slight widening of her amber-colored eyes. All of this happens so quickly and discreetly anyone else in her position would have been forgiven for thinking the Commodore had been replaced by some kind of lifeless mannequin. But for Luce, the signs are as obvious as thunderclaps.

She smiles to herself and lifts her head. Her nostrils flare as she sniffs the air, and yes: it’s undeniable. She can smell Keira’s arousal. Like sweat and ocean spray and some pungent tropical flower with broad red leaves. Even as Luce is raising her head, a faint pink blush is spreading across the Commodore’s cheeks, soft and subtle, but as sure as the freckles across the bridge of her nose.

Luce shrugs off the jacket and rises into a seated position, stretching casually as though she were about to yawn. Now she’s only wearing the small, tight white tee that hardly covers her shoulders or midriff: the fabric is practically sheer, and Keira can see – partly confirming her fears – that there’s no bra beneath.

“It’s been, what?” she begins, “Five standard terran years since we left the academy? Well, since I left the Academy.” She smirks. “You saw it right through to the end, didn’t you? And look how it’s paid off.”

Keira’s stance tightens. Her fingers curl up into fists.

“You’re a Commodore now! For an Imperial starship! I bet that made your mother proud. How is Diana, anyway?”

The Commodore’s eyes narrow at the mention of her mother’s name. She lowers her chin.

Undaunted, Luce escort bilecik stands and clears the distance between them in four calm, limber strides. “But I swear, Keira,” she says, circling the Commodore like a mountain lion stalking a herd of genetically modified antelope, “you don’t seem to have aged a day. What are we now? In terran years, I mean. 27? 28?” She raises her eyebrows and sighs. “I can never keep track. I haven’t been in a regular orbit for more than a few rotations in… I can’t even recall.” She grins. “Time flies when you’re having fun, I suppose.”

“You mean it’s hard to keep track when you’re getting chased out of every star system,” the Commodore growls.

Luce laughs breezily. “Oh Keira. I don’t get chased out of anywhere.” She leans close to Keira’s ear so that she can feel the tickle of her breath. “I go exactly where I please.”

“Not anymore,” Keira says, managing to keep an even tone. “You and your crew are prisoners of the Starfleet Deltoid now. As soon as we reach the nearest Imperial space station, we’re transferring you into their custody.”

Luce heaves a heavy sigh. “And then will I get my spanking?”

Keira flushes darker and looks at the ground. “I-I just don’t understand it,” she says. Her voice is quavering now. “You threw away a perfectly good future in the Imperial Guard. You threw away a valedictorian position in the Academy, and all of your ties to power. You threw away…” She trails off, not wanting to finish the thought. She has to clear her throat before continuing. “And for what?” She curls her lip. “To carouse with rebel forces? To go floating through the Void on a hunk of space-metal hardly better than a satellite? To get blown to bits by Imperials in a battle you could never win?”

“Oh!” Luce says, so suddenly that Keira flinches. “Is that what this is about?”

She reaches out toward the Commodore’s face, and Keira’s eyes widen with panic – but before the four star military strategist can properly react, Luce gently takes a strand of Keira’s golden hair that had strayed onto her forehead and tucks it behind her ear. Luce continues as though nothing had happened… only, her face is now getting closer to Keira’s, and she’s looking down at Keira’s shifting eyes with steady confidence.

She goes on softly: “Are you worried… that I’ll get hurt?”

Keira’s eyes flash. She lifts her chin and raises her face to meet Luce’s gaze.

“You’ve always looked out for me, Keira,” Luce says, practically in a whisper.

The Commodore’s pale eyebrows twitch. She clenches her jaw. “Not that it ever did any good.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” Luce says. “I’m not blown to bits yet, am I?” She pulls her own wild black hair behind her ear, and the bracelets on her wrist kiss the silver rings in her ear with a soft clink. “As a matter of fact,” she goes on, “I’m pretty sure I owe you my life.”

A line at Keira’s brow darkens; she looks at Luce now with confusion.

Luce explains. “I attacked your vessel, Keira. You could have easily told your guards to shoot me dead, but you didn’t. You told them to capture me.” She grins, then gestures at the small, well-lit room around them. “And here we are.”

“The Empire doesn’t kill its enemies without cause,” the Commodore says.

Luce sucks her teeth. “Now, that I’m not so sure about.” She tilts away from Keira, motioning to a small, bluish half-globe mounted at the corner of the ceiling. “But I do know one thing. Imperial starfleet ships are flush with cameras. So I wasn’t surprised to see that I was going to be watched during my stay.”

She turns to Keira.

“However, I was surprised to see the camera light flash off – you can see through the tinted glass, you know – and I couldn’t imagine why the Empire had suddenly lost its interest in spying on my cell.”

She leers at the Commodore, flashing her brilliant white teeth and the tiny bicuspid chip.

“Until, of course, you arrived.”

Keira starts a stammering response, but Luce cuts her off by placing her cool hand on her cheek. The Commodore intakes breath sharply and raises her arm… but she doesn’t know Luce’s hand away.

“You may not know why I do what I do – I don’t even fully know myself sometimes,” she says with a shrug. “But I sure as hell know why you’re here, Keira.” Her mouth splits into an even broader grin, and the gleam in her eye glows brighter. “And I know exactly what you didn’t want them to see you do.”

Then, without warning, Luce takes Keira by her arm, her hand tight enough around Keira’s bicep that she winces softly. It’s the first crack in her composure, and it’s enough. The taller woman pulls her close and locks her lips to hers, forcefully enough that her own near-perfect teeth clack softly against the Commodore’s – but instead of pulling away, she moves as though she’s pulled closer, as though a magnetic charge between them had been activated, bringing her own chest to Keira’s until they touch.

Keira, for her part, is partially bilecik escort bayan stunned. She gasps, a feeble response, and her blush darkens as she’s humiliated by the weakness of her own reaction. She stiffens, her arms locking at her sides. Her eyes go wide even as Luce’s close…

But then, the tension leaves her.

She seems to sink down into the kiss and Luce’s embrace like a woman lowering herself into a warm bath.

Her chest sinks as the air leaves her lungs, slowly at first, and then in a rush. The strain leaves her back and goes to her legs, lifting her onto her tiptoes. With her hand, she timidly brushes her fingers against Luce’s elbow, and then pulls them away as though she’s touched a hot stove. As Luce’s lips release hers, she sighs the final air in her lungs, and then inhales with her mouth agape before leaning into to another kiss.

Her nose touches Luce’s cheek, and her kiss touches Luce’s grinning mouth. Their wet lips touch and pull away, softly clicking as their breathing syncs. Keira swallows and realizes that it hurts, because there are tears already brimming in her eyes.

Luce wipes them away with her finger and then puts it under Keira’s chin to raise her face. Keira can barely stand to look at how beautiful Luce is – her high cheekbones, her dark eyebrows, the widow’s peak over the smooth, clear skin of her forehead, and of course the one violet eye. At the same time, she can’t look away. She can’t even close her mouth.

Luce laughs. “Oh, Keira,” she says softly.

“I-I can’t -“

“Shhh,” Luce says, softly placing her finger on Keira’s lips. Then her hands go to the buttons of Keira’s blouse. One by one she opens them, until Keira feels a cool draught against the top of her breasts. “No need to say anything, Keira,” she coos. She grins “I’ll take it from here.”

Keira purses her lips and says nothing. But she lifts one foot and starts unlacing her boots.

Luce’s grin widens. “Good girl.”

Keira gasps as Luce reaches beneath her arms and unclasps her bra with an expert’s nimble touch. Her bra is flung across the room and her shirt follows soon after. Keira’s breasts are as white as two scoops of vanilla ice cream, and her face is a raspberry-sorbet red. She cups her hands over her nipples just as they start to stand up, and she closes her eyes, her breath coming in bursts, as Luce’s hands go to her pants.

“It may have been six years, Keira, but god, I’ve remembered those tits,” Luce says. As she’s removing Keira’s belt, she takes Keira’s wrist with her other hand and moves it away, then swoops in to give her exposed nipple a rough kiss. Keira’s gasp becomes a whimper as she hears her pants shhhing down her pale thighs, followed quickly by the sound of Luce flinging her shirt to the growing pile of clothes at the corner of the room. Luce gives Keira’s other breast a lick for symmetry’s sake, then pulls her pants down and steps out of the leg holes.

Keira opens one eye and sees that she’d been wrong about Luce’s underwear: she is wearing a pair. But when Luce grabs Keira’s hand and plants it on her behind, she feels cool, bare flesh and realizes it’s a thong. She squeezes: Luce’s ass is firm and round, too much for her to palm. She massages Luce’s wonderful backside and thighs as Luce kisses her, their passion increasing, the aching in Keira’s loins rising to a fever pitch.

Then, with a great gasping breath, Luce pulls away from their kiss and takes Keira by the waist. She squeezes her small body into her own, their heat coming together, their backs arched so Luce can look deeply into Keira’s face with her one violet eye, which darts between Keira’s their chests heave and they catch their breath.

Finally, she laughs.

And before Keira can even react, she’s being lifted, completely naked, off the floor. Luce has one hand hooked under Keira’s bare bottom and the other on the inside of her thigh, and she half-carries, half-throws her onto the cot. She face down lands with a small bounce.

“Oof – “

Thwack

“AH!”

She cries out as Luce slaps her right buttock hard enough that the clap rings out through the cell like a shot, and her ass dances with the impact. A handprint blossoms on her rear end, and Keira glances back over her shoulder, pouting.

“That was for fraternizing with the enemy,” Luce says. She climbs onto the bed, straddling Keira with her long legs. “Although, really, weren’t you the one who was going to spank me?”

Keira gives a crooked smile into the pillow. “There’s still time for that,” she says. “You’re my prisoner, after all.”

Luce raises her eyebrows and makes an impressed O with her lips. “Ho! Sassy, aren’t we? Tell me, Commodore,” she says, bringing her lips close over Keira’s shoulder as her right hand explores the space between her thighs, “why don’t I feel like I’m your prisoner at all?”

Keira moans as Luce’s fingers plunge into her, sinking into her with the steadiness of a hovercraft coming to earth. Her eyes roll back as the fingers push deeper into her cunt with a soft wet squelch, her pussy so completely wet and ready that Luce slides in both her pointer and middle finger to the knuckle with hardly a pause. Her toes curl as Luce fills her, and she lets out a breath she’d been holding as though she’d been waiting for this moment all day.

“Alright you lot, take your plates and clear out,” Mrs. Brodie demanded, looking first at Aimee and then her sons.

“But mum, she’s my best friend, I should—,” Aimee began to complain, but the look on her mother’s face convinced her to withdraw from this particular battlefield. Shooting a look at her old roommate, she mouthed, “Good luck.”

Brooklyn’s heart raced in her chest as she watched Aimee and her three brothers pick up their plates and head into the family room. The silence was almost too much to bear. Brooklyn couldn’t bring herself to look either Mrs. or Mr. Brodie in the eyes. Only moments ago, she’d experienced one of the happiest moments of her life, and now it felt like it was all going to slip away.

The television was turned on and soon the sound of muffled voices could soon be heard from the other room.

“Now, before we start,” Mrs. Brodie began, waiting until Brooklyn finally looked up to meet her gaze. “Understand that we love you dear, and no matter what happens here,” the matriarch waved her finger in a slow circle as she spoke, “You’re one of ours now. Your last name might be Ryan, but for all intents and purposes, you’re a Brodie now. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

Brooklyn felt a warmth spread through her chest as hope slowly returned, “I think so ma’am, thank you.” Seeing Mrs. Brodie’s flash of disapproval, she quickly added, “mum,” and was rewarded with a warm smile from the older woman.

“See, I told you everything would be fine,” Jennifer said, leaning back in her chair, her lips pulling into a self-satisfied smile.

“What you did was certainly not fine,” Mrs. Brodie admonished sharply. Her eldest daughter’s smile quickly faltered. “You could have handled that in a hundred better ways, but of course you would choose the most bombastic, and never once thought about how it would make pour Brooklyn feel.”

Jennifer suddenly looked a lot humbler as she gave Brooklyn a bashful look, “I thought it’d be better to get it out there. You know, like a Band-Aid, just rip it off fast like.”

Mrs. Brodie gave a heavy sigh, “Of course you did child,” she said with a touch of reproach in her voice,, but then in a much softer tone added, “But you know we love you too, so let’s see what we can salvage here.” The family’s matriarch folded her hands and rested them on the table, “Please tell us how this all started.”

In a much more subdued tone, Jennifer related their story. First telling about the dances and then the subsequent dates. She mercifully left out any sexual details, which Brooklyn was grateful for. Knowing her girlfriend, she half thought she would share those, too. Mr. Brodie seemed content to simply listen. He’d never been one to talk a lot, usually choosing to differ to his strong-willed wife, but there was a strength Brooklyn had always felt from him, despite his quiet demeanor. When he did speak, Brooklyn nearly jumped as she didn’t expect it.

“You’re happy Brooklyn?” he simply asked.

The question caught Brooklyn flat-footed, but she quickly answered, “I am… it’s all new, and a bit confusing, but I’m happy. I… I love Jennifer.”

At this Mrs. Brodie gave a surprised gasp, her expression remaining wistful and concerned. “We just want you two to both be happy,” she said, reaching out and gently tapping the top of Brooklyn’s hand.

“But girls, understand that sometimes happiness isn’t possible. Sometimes we have to settle for fulfilled, at least for a time,” Mr. Brodie added, saying more than Brooklyn could ever remember hearing him say before. “Your mother and I may not understand this, but we support you and love you both.”

Neither Jennifer nor Brooklyn spoke for a long moment. Finally, Jennifer broke the silence, “Thank you dad. That means a lot.”

“We set up the spare bed in Aimee’s room,” Mrs. Brodie began, not exactly looking thrilled at the words she was having to speak, “but I suppose you’ll be wanting to stay with Jennifer tonight then?”

“Of course she will,” Jennifer said, her voice firmly resolute. “She’s my girlfriend, and we’ve been sleeping together for almost two months now.”

“I understand that, Jennifer. It’s just that we’ve never allowed your brothers to bring their girlfriends home and sleep in the same room. We’ve always been old-fashioned that way, the whole no-sex-before-marriage idea.”

“I’ll stay in Aimee’s room if you prefer,” Brooklyn said, earning a hostile glare from her girlfriend. “I want to respect your rules.”

Mrs. Brodie gave the younger girl a warm smile, “Ah, at least you’ll be a good influence on this one,” she said, nodding towards her eldest daughter. “But no, it’s fine dear.”

The conversation continued for almost an hour before Mrs. Brodie suggested they finish their supper. With the hard part of the conversation started, the four ate in relative silence. The chicken was cold, and Brooklyn felt little appetite after the dramatic reveal and question-answer period. When they finished, Mrs. Brodie shewed them bartın escort out of her kitchen to join the rest of the family.

Brooklyn followed her girlfriend into the family room where the other siblings were watching an old movie she didn’t recognize. Aimee sat in her usual place, an old recliner off to the side. Brooklyn looked at her oldest friend as she entered. In all her past visits, she had sat next to Aimee on the recliner, there being just enough room for the two of them to sit comfortably. But as their eyes met, Aimee gestured towards one of the sofas with her eyes. Brooklyn followed her gaze and found that the sofa on the far side of the room was left empty. Jennifer must have seen it too because he pulled Brooklyn’s hand towards the last remaining seats.

Brooklyn gave her former roommate an apologetic look, and Aimee returned it. A dull ache filled Brooklyn’s heart. It felt like the end of a chapter, she thought as Jennifer sat sideways on the couch and then pulled Brooklyn to sit between her legs. Jennifer then pulled a blanket over them and wrapped her arms around Brooklyn’s middle.

“You two look cozy,” Jared teased, looking over from his spot on the floor. “But no funny business. We normally wouldn’t mind seeing two girls making out, but not when it’s our sisters.”

“Shut your gob,” Scott admonished, throwing a pillow at his younger brother’s head. “Just because you can’t get a girlfriend.”

An impromptu wrestling match suddenly broke out amongst the three brothers. It escalated quickly, and soon legs and arms were flying and swinging. After a few yelps and groans, Mr. Brodie finally barked out an order to end it. It didn’t exactly end right away, and an occasional kick or jab was thrown as the boys took their places again in front of the television.

“Brothers are the worst sometimes,” Jennifer said, pulling Brooklyn’s form closer to her own.

Brooklyn couldn’t help but smile. To her, this was what made a house a home, it made the Brodie family special. Feeling a sudden hand move under her shirt, Brooklyn pulled her arm in tight to try to stop Jennifer’s fingers.

“Hey,” Brooklyn protested quietly, Jennifer’s fingers reaching her nipples and giving them both a twist.

“What,” Jennifer feigned, “these belong to me, remember?”

“Normally yes, but not in front of the family like this,” Brooklyn said, trying to keep her voice a low whisper.

“Oh, no, no, girlfriend,” Jennifer taunted. “Whenever I want. Your body is mine to pleasure how I please.” Jennifer applied more pressure to the hardening nubs, and then rolled them gently between her thumb and forefingers. “I know all your sensitive spots, babe. I can play your body like a finely tuned instrument, and I plan to do it until I make you mine forever.”

Brooklyn shuddered at the words, and especially at Jennifer’s soft breath on her neck. Her girlfriend wasn’t lying when she said she knew her body. Brooklyn’s rational thoughts faded as the pleasure intensified. She then felt one of Jennifer’s hands reach down lower, her fingers gently running over Brooklyn’s bare mound.

“Mine’s the only tongue that has been in this little pussy, and I don’t plan to share it… I know your taste… I know your smell… you belong to me now, Brooklyn Ryan.”

Brooklyn’s hand grasped at Jennifer’s as the older girl’s finger slipped between her folds, “Bloody hell, Jen. I’m yours, yes, fine, but don’t make me cum in here, please.”

“But you’re dripping for it,” Jennifer teased, reaching up and wiping Brooklyn’s own juices onto her breast. “Your mouth says no, but your needy little cunt says yes.”

“Jen, please,” Brooklyn wined. Biting her lower lip, she exhaled through her nose, trying not to attract everyone’s attention.

Jennifer slipped her finger into Brooklyn’s opening and pulled upward slightly, “I know what my lover needs,’ Jennifer said softly, gently grazing her teeth across the soft skin of Brooklyn’s neck. “Afterall, I’m the only one who’s fucked you. Remember how you gave your virginity to me? You opened your legs and let me deep inside you, making us one when I broke through your cherry.”

When Brooklyn didn’t speak, Jennifer continued, “How many times have I marked your breasts, your neck, your thighs… I love you Brooklyn.”

Brooklyn’s one hand gripped the top of Jennifer’s thigh and the other grabbed the hand that Jennifer had on her sex. She bit down hard on her lip as her orgasm built quickly and then crashed over her. It took surprisingly little time. With a death grip on her girlfriend, Brooklyn’s body went ridged and she tried not to cry out, instead breathing quickly through her nose.

“You see,” Jennifer cooed, “You’re a helpless instrument in my hands, and I can make you cum over, and over, and over.”

Brooklyn nodded sharply, finally catching her breath, but still not wanting to speak. After a moment she sank tiredly against Jennifer’s form.

Jennifer laughed quietly, pleased with bartın escort bayan herself. “Say it, Brooklyn.”

“Say what?” Brooklyn said in an exhausted whisper.

“Tell me what I want to hear.”

With a tired sigh, Brooklyn spoke, “I’m yours.”

“And,” Jennifer probed.

Brooklyn sighed softly, thinking of what her girlfriend wanted to hear. Jennifer was in a naughty mood, and Brooklyn was fairly certain Jennifer wanted her to reply in kind, but her mind and body were exhausted. Craning her neck to turn to her girlfriend, she simply said, “I love you, Jennifer Brodie.”

That seemed to satisfy her because she simply tightened the embrace, pulling Brooklyn’s head against her ample breasts. Luckily the volume of the movie had been loud, and the lights turned off in the room, so no one seemed to notice them. They sat comfortably together and finished watching the movie. And after, they sat around and talked until late in the night. Brooklyn felt warm and comfortable laying against Jennifer as they all enjoyed each other’s company. Life was good sometimes.

-_-

Aimee sighed heavily, “You sunk my battleship,” she said, pursing her lips and giving Brooklyn a hard stare. “Are you peeking?”

Brooklyn shook her head, “You always but your boats close to each other. You always have. I find one, I find them all.”

“I hate this game,” Aimee closed the lid and dropped it to the floor. “Ugh, I hate that we can’t go out anywhere. I’m going spare being inside all day.”

Brooklyn leaned over and peered through the window. From where she was sitting on the floor, she could see the front driveway that approached the house.

“Bored of me already?” Aimee said, making Brooklyn return her attention.

“Sorry, no… they’ve been gone a long time,” Brooklyn said, trying to resist the temptation to look out the window again. Mrs. Brodie and Jennifer had left after breakfast, going for a drive for some one-on-one time.

“They’ve probably got a lot to talk about,” Aimee said, leaning against the bed, her head falling back onto the mattress. “I’m still gobsmacked you know… you and Jennifer…” A long silence passed between the longtime friends. Aimee finally raised her head, “I know you’re still working out how to pay tuition for University, but I wanted to let you know that I found a three-bedroom flat to rent near school. Britney and Taniel are each going to rent a room, and mum and dad are helping me pay my part. You’re welcome to share a room with me if you want—no cost of course.”

Brooklyn’s heart clinched at the thought, she still desperately wanted to start University in the fall, but as it stood, she wasn’t even able to pay for her own food. “Thanks Aimee,” Brooklyn said softly. “But I couldn’t do it unless I had a way to pay for school at least. I’m a right pauper at the moment,” not wanting Aimee to feel bad for her situation, Brooklyn quickly asked, “What about Madison, is she not coming back then?”

Aimee shrugged, “She’s a maybe. She’s back in California and was thinking about going to University closer to home, but when I talked with her last week she was rowing with her parents and was reconsidering.”

Brooklyn nodded and then looked to her friend, “Thanks for offering, though,” she said, touched that Aimee had still wanted to include her.

“I figured you’d probably want to stay with your girlfriend. The way you two look at each other, you’ll probably end up married soon anyway, so you might as well get used to living with her now I suppose.”

“Aimee!” Brooklyn gasped in shock. “I can’t believe you said that. That’s the absolute last thing on my mind.”

“I know,” Aimee snickered, “but it’s fun to have a go at you.”

“You’re unbelievable sometimes, you know that, right?” Brooklyn sighed, palming her face.

“Yes, but that’s why you love me—just not as much as you apparently love my sister,” Aimee teased.

“You’re so bad,” Brooklyn’s head shook slowly from side to side.

“But I’m not wrong, am I?” Aimee said, her tone slightly more serious.

“About?”

“You love my sister, don’t you?”

Slowly Brooklyn nodded her head, “Yeah, I do.”

“Good,” Aimee said, her voice barley audible. “Just know that if you ever need a place to stay, my room’s always available.”

-_-

Sitting down for dinner on their second night, Brooklyn moved from her usual spot at the table to sit next to Jennifer. As she looked around the room she was struck by the thought that she as the youngest in the room, having barely turned 18 a few months past. And she was dating the oldest sibling in the room. She looked over at her girlfriend as the meal began. Jennifer was beautiful, strikingly so. She was a woman in every sense of the word. At times, Brooklyn still thought of herself as an immature teenager, and it surprised her that Jennifer would pay any attention to her at all, let alone want to continue an intimate relationship with her.

The experience on escort bartın the sofa the night before came to Brooklyn’s mind. The things Jennifer had whispered into her ear still made her core blossom with warmth. Yes, Jennifer had gotten to know Brooklyn’s body, those intimate places that made her skin flush. But the reverse was also true. She had come to know Jennifer’s body, too. Brooklyn knew her girlfriend’s taste, her overwhelming aroma that made Brooklyn’s desire flare to light.

As dinner progressed, Jennifer received a text message and checked her phone. She put the mobile away before Brooklyn could read the screen, but she could tell something had upset her girlfriend. She desperately wanted to know what was wrong, but she knew she wasn’t going to get any answers until later.

When dinner was over and everyone was leaving the table, Brooklyn made to follow Jennifer upstairs to their room, but Mrs. Brodie’s voice paused her.

“Brooklyn, would you be a dear and help with the washing up?” she asked kindly.

“Find me after,” Jennifer whispered in Brooklyn’s ear.

Brooklyn nodded, turned, and then picked up empty dishes from the table. For several minutes the two women worked in silence, clearing away and washing the dishes and putting leftovers into plastic container.

“Brooklyn,” Mrs. Brodie finally spoke. “I wanted to speak with you about school tuition. James and I have been discussing it, and we should be able to cover the first term at University for you. By then, there’s a good chance that this pandemic will have subsided enough for businesses to open up and for you to find part time work. We’ll have to take this one step at a time, but you should be able to apply for tuition fee funding. If you’re working part time, I’m sure we can work it out.”

Brooklyn stood still for a long moment, words failing her completely. She had thought to apply for student loans, but with no prospects for work, she knew she wouldn’t be able to service the loan. It was possible to borrow even more money and use the excess to pay the monthly fee, but that amount of debt terrified her.

“Mrs.—mum,” she quickly corrected. “I can’t take that money from you. I’m just a stray you’ve been nice enough to take in. I couldn’t—,”

“Brooklyn Ryan!” Mrs. Brodie said sharply. “Did you understand nothing last night? You are not some stray.” Being several inches taller, Mrs. Brodie looked down at Brooklyn, her expression deadly serious. “Understand this child. You are one of ours now, just as much as Jennifer, Stephen, Scott, Jared, and Aimee.” Mrs. Brodie’ tone was forceful, and Brooklyn understood why Aimee always respected, if not feared a bit, her mum. This woman was a force of nature. “Brooklyn, like it or not, you’re my daughter now.”

Mrs. Brodie pulled Brooklyn in for a powerful, bear crushing hug. After a long moment she finally released the younger woman. A tear streaked down Brooklyn’s face, making it halfway down her cheek before she could swipe it away. Mrs. Brodie’s eyes were misting quickly.

“Thanks mum,” she said, whipping at her eyes. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Just do me one favor please?” Mrs. Brodie said, when Brooklyn nodded, she asked, “Watch out for Jennifer the best you can? She’s always been my most headstrong child, and I worry about her.”

-_-

Climbing the stairs, Brooklyn’s heart felt ready to burst. Never in her life had she felt love as she did right now for this family. Opening the door to Jennifer’s childhood bedroom, she stepped inside and found her girlfriend sitting at the small desk.

“Everything alright with mum?” Jennifer asked.

Brooklyn nodded and related what had happened in the kitchen.

Jennifer sighed and sat back in her chair, “Mum and dad really are amazing. My family is the only reason I didn’t die in a gutter back in the bad days… I hate disappointing them, but it seems to come natural for me.”

“Maybe I can help you with that,” Brooklyn said with a smile.

Jennifer laughed and a smile finally broke out on her worried face, “I’d like that, but I’m not sure you hold the high ground here. I heard about all those stunts you did in school. How many times were you almost expelled, three, four?”

“Six,” Brooklyn admitted, looking out the window to not hold Jennifer’s gaze. “But those days are past. Now I’m new Brooklyn.”

“Yes, lesbian Brooklyn,” Jennifer said, making the younger woman blush. “Lesbian Brooklyn is much more responsible. Letting an older woman take her virginity and shacking up with her girlfriend. You’re walking the narrow path of righteousness now, yeah.”

Brooklyn sagged slightly, “When you put it like that…”

Jennifer’s smile broadened, “I wouldn’t have you any other way,” she said, standing and coming over to the dark-haired girl. “I like that my girlfriend has a needy little cunt.”

Brooklyn shivered, “It sounds to naughty when you say that word.”

“What, cunt?” Jennifer asked.

Brooklyn nodded.

“I’ll make sure to say it more often then,” Jennifer cooed lightly into Brooklyn’s ear. “I’m so happy you’ll be able to go to University. I know it’s what you really wanted.”

“It is thanks.”

“And you’ll stay with me, right? The bus ride is short,” Jennifer said, putting her arms around Brooklyn’s shoulders.

Dear Reader:

A big thank you to my intrepid beta readers, NellyMcBoatFace and Bookwormmom who provided some critical suggestions and hopefully made this a smoother read.

This is a slow burn story and takes a while to build up. I’ll understand if that is not your thing, and you move onto something else. There is an important character under the age of 18 in this story. It’s sort of hard to write a story about a young single mom and not have her munchkin in it. But don’t worry, when we do get to the adult play time in later chapters, the little one will be safely tucked into her bed while the grownups play. These are responsible adults after all.

This story is dedicated to all the single mom’s out there who struggle to take care of their babies. Please, if you know of one, give her a hug for me, will you? And if you can, help them take a step up?

Chapter 1

Whitney

What was I doing here? Grabbing my glass of wine, I slunk into my chair. Like my thoughts, the last of the red liquid swirled around the glass. I looked around the museum. Many of my coworkers were gazing at the various airplanes and other aviation memorabilia. For them it was just another company holiday party, but this was to be my last with this accounting firm. I had enjoyed working with most of the people of the firm, and some were literally family. I had put my notice in a few weeks back, although it had not been unexpected. I had planned out my long-term career path long ago, and this was just a steppingstone to my eventual destination. That adventure would start with the new year.

“Come on Whit, let’s get another drink and take a walk around.” Molly, my best friend from work, ok, my best friend anywhere, was tugging at my sleeve.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” I mumbled. I knew full well that if I didn’t, she would keep nagging me until I did. As I stood, I tugged at my little black dress, pulling it down. It was riding up above mid-thigh. Why did I wear this? Ugh, so stupid. It just attracts the wrong attention. At least it’s a long sleeve on a cold December’s evening.

Approaching the bar tender’s cart, I found Molly was there already and handed me another glass of red wine. My short friend gave me a once over.

“It is so not fair Whit, I am so envious of you.” Her hand was rubbing up and down my arm. I could feel her finger trace the floral lace pattern of the sleeve. “You can wear just about anything and make it look stunning.” Smirking, I nodded my head. Yeah, I knew that. I was blessed. My long legs, made even longer with my three-inch heels, were the best part in my book. Although I knew most guys noticed my chest first. Not that I wanted any attention from them. I’ve been fending them off since I was 16.

Molly hooked her arm in mine and pulled me towards some display. Pretending to read something about how Boeing and United Airlines were part of the same company in the 1920s. I sipped my wine. Not bad for a corporate gig. I had been to many dinners, conferences, and receptions in my five years with Mitchell I was anything but. How and why we gelled was beyond anyone’s guess. But there was no tearing us apart. We had been there for each other, through thick and thin. Through the exciting times such as career milestones and finding a new love, or the horrible moments when life kicked one of us in the teeth. I had been there when Michael dumped her for some softball player, and she had picked up the pieces when my Heather had suddenly left.

“So, Dylan over there does nothing for you?” She giggled as we watched one of guys from tax waving his arms around telling some story to his buddies. “You know he has the hots for you.”

“Nope, nothing.” I shrugged. “I can respect that he is attractive. I can see that. Fit, tall, well spoken, yadda, balıkesir escort yadda, yadda. But yeah, nothing in my panties. You two would actually go well together.”

“Um, maybe,” Her facial expression and twirling of her hair belied her true opinion. “So, what does it for you? See anything out there?” We were standing on an upper concourse of the museum, looking down at where all the tables had been set up for dinner. A small string ensemble was playing in the corner, providing some holiday ambiance to the otherwise technology-oriented aviation museum. I scanned around the room. Knowing that none of my coworkers did a thing for me, I focused on the catering staff, one of whom had caught my eye earlier.

“There,” spotting one of the catering staffers, a girl refilling waters at the table next to ours. “Look at her. The dirty blonde with a tight butt. Now that, I could take home.” A deft flick of her wrist tucked a wisp of her wavy blond locks behind her ear. Inside me, butterflies took flight.

“Really, Whit? You could do so much better than her. She’s just a catering staffer. Come on, your dad owns the best CPA firm in the Puget Sound and your mom, well, if there wasn’t a better power couple not in technology in this town, I don’t know who is.”

“Hey, you asked me what did it for me. As in physical. Yeah, she is the type. That little wave in the hair. Fuck, I’m getting turned on just thinking about her.”

“I’ll never understand you, Whit.” She put her arm around me and gave me a hug. Ok, the Catering Girl was the second-best person in the room. I knew Molly and I could never be a thing, and I wouldn’t push it. Her friendship meant too much to me. Physically, she wasn’t what I normally went for. Short and I guess you would say pudgy. I once punched a guy in a bar who called her dumpy. He might have been right, but you don’t say that about a lady. But she was my best friend, and I’ll defend her until the end. I let out a long sigh and had another sip of wine.

“Come on Molls, let’s head back to the table. I think it is about time for some food.” Meandering our way back, I stopped at the bar cart and got another refill on wine. The food was excellent, as usual, like the wine, courtesy of another client. Nothing like having a local high-end restaurant conglomerate in the portfolio. We always ate well at office functions. This year, the salmon and roast beast were excellent.

The Catering Girl came and cleared my plate, and I looked around the room. Figuring I had at least ten minutes before dad launched into his usual Holiday party speech, I slipped out and found the washroom.

CRASH

As I returned from the washroom, I watched as one of the partners from audit, totally engrossed on his phone, bumped into Catering Girl. Her tray of dirty plates went all over the place.

“Watch where you are going, will ya?” The contempt in his voice lingered long after the smell of his bad cologne dissipated. I’ve always hated him, never knowing how or why he made partner. Catering Girl let out a big sigh as she attempted to dissipate her frustration at my soon to be former colleague and set her tray on the floor to pick up the pieces. I bent down and helped her collect the dishes back on her tray. It was uncomfortable in these heels, but the smile I got back when our eyes met, was reward enough.

“Thanks, you didn’t have to help, but I appreciate it.” Fuck, that smile made me all gooey inside. It’s been a long time since another woman did that to me so fast.

“Well, we’re not all assholes like him.” I pointed with my thumb over my shoulder in his general direction. Her giggle in response was sweet. I watched her pick the tray and sling it on her shoulder.

“Thanks again.” She headed off through balıkesir escort bayan a service hallway, back to where the catering crew was working. It was hard not to drool over her tight ass in those black jeans and black tee shirt. The only part of her outfit that was not all black was the white stripe on her Vans. Oh, how I would love to wrap my arms around that tonight and run my fingers through that blond shoulder length hair. But she appeared eager to get back to the kitchen, so I headed back to my chair.

Somehow Dylan had taken a seat at our table and was telling another one of his stories. I must admit, he was an excellent storyteller. It was hard to maintain an air of non-interest around him. To do anything less was to encourage the inevitable. His story wound down and someone else picked up the conversation on the other side of him. Next thing I knew, his hand was on my arm, trying to get my attention.

“So, Whitney, your last day is next week?”

“Yep, time for new opportunities. I’ll miss this place, but I know I will not be far from it. At least as long as dad is still a partner.”

“You know my offer still stands. Dinner with me anytime you want.” His white teeth almost illuminated his olive brown skin.

“Thanks, but no thanks, Dylan. You know you’re not my type, right?”

“And you know you’re my type, right?”

“Dylan, any woman is your type.”

“Guilty, but seriously Whitney, you’re an interesting person. I know you’re gay, but in case you ever change your mind or want to try the other side, I just want to be first in line. Hopefully, our paths will cross in the future. It’s been fun working with you these last few years. You’re a great person to work with.”

“Thanks, Dylan. The feeling is mutual. On the fun to work with side, that is. And if you want a fun straight girl to ask out, Molly over there is dying to go out to dinner sometime. I know her better than anyone and the two of you would be a good fit.”

“Really? I always thought she wasn’t interested in me,” he said.

“Have you ever asked her? I’ll bet you be pleased by her response.”

I could see he was pondering it, when we heard the PA system kick on and that static popping noise of a tech taping the mic. It was time for Dad’s annual speech and the “surprise,” of Christmas bonuses.

I finished my wine and grabbed my water glass so I would have something to do while I feigned interest. I had heard these speeches for years. Not just as an employee, but as an intern, and earlier as the mail girl in high school. Other than baby-sitting gigs in high school, Mitchell you just want grandchildren to spoil.” She gave me a hug.

“Yup. I know, you got to find someone first.”

At least she didn’t hound me about my orientation. Mom and dad were a bit shocked when I announced that Rachael and I were going to prom together my senior year. For a while it was a “phase” to them. But when I brought home a few girls in college and then later Heather, they accepted who I was. I think it still pains them a bit, but mainly it’s because of a strong desire for grandkids. Now instead of asking about boys, she just leaves various pamphlets for fertility clinics lying around when I come over. Nothing like a subtle hint.

“Can I have this dance, young lady?” A pleasant baritone voice was standing behind me. I felt his hand take mine.

“Don’t you think you should ask mom first?”

“Maybe I already did. Can’t I have a dance with my sweet pea?”

“Why do I let you get away with calling me that?”

“Cause you love it, and you know you will always be my sweet pea.” I walked to the floor with my dad and had a dance with him. He is the only man I would ever consider dancing with. As we danced, I caught a escort balıkesir glimpse of Catering Girl working to clear the carving station. She looked over at me and spun her head back to her work.

As the dance ended, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“Mom’s turn,” I laughed as my dad dropped me like a hot potato and danced with his wife. They’re still cute after 35 years together, they still love each other like newlyweds. Plus, I think they still fucked like newlyweds as well. Maybe someday I could find someone like that to live my life with.

As I cleared the dance floor, I looked around for Catering Girl. Maybe I could rectify my mistake and try to get her number. But she was nowhere to be seen.

I hung around for a while, fended off a couple more of the young bucks, and had a couple of laughs with Molly and Dylan. Yeah, they were going to have a fun date tomorrow night. At one point Molly was looking away, and he mouthed “Thank you” to me. I gave him a thumbs up in reply. Eventually, I got bored and called an Uber to take me home.

As I walked in, Skipper, my tabby cat, was there to greet me. I picked her up after hanging up my coat and listened to my fur baby purr. More than once, she had listened to my sobs as I recovered from the Heather debacle.

I slipped out of my heels and climbed the stairs of my townhome to the master bedroom. I had gotten this place hoping that Heather and I could have many years together here. But instead, it was a big, lonely place for a girl and her cat. I put my shoes away in their place. Yeah, stereotypical accountant here, OCD central when it came to organizing things.

After taking care of the evening necessities, I slid my naked body under the sheets and tried to go to sleep. Skipper, for her part, was being as bossy and annoying as ever. I know what some of you are thinking, and yes, most tabbies are male, but a small percentage are female. Just like us lesbians being a small percentage of the population; sort of why I think I bonded with her. I fell in love with her at the shelter a few weeks after I couldn’t take being all alone in the townhouse, despite the fact they named her for Barbie’s sister.

I tossed and turned as I tried to settle down and go to sleep. But an image kept invading my mind. Catering Girl. Her smile, those dimples. My heart was going pitter patter just thinking about her. I could smell my arousal, and soon my hand was between my legs. It didn’t take long for my fingers to work their magic. Once again, I was happy to have a unit at the end of the row. And to have the master bedroom not share a wall with the neighbor’s place. Let’s just say quiet orgasms were not my thing. Satisfied, I drifted off to sleep.

Saturday found me in my normal routine for the most part. A run through the park, laundry, cleaning the house. As I was clearing my lunch dishes, I got a buzz on my phone. A picture from my uncle popped up in the text message window of his eldest son Nathan, working at the Christmas tree lot for his scout troop.

The note with the picture said Nathan would be working at the lot until the evening. I had been thinking about getting a small tree this year so no better time than the present.

Realizing that comfy yoga pants aren’t the smartest thing to get a tree in, I changed into some jeans and an old hoodie. Fortunately, the tree lot was nearby, in the parking lot of a local supermarket. The market donated the space for the tree lot, and the local Boy Scout troop Nathan was a part of staffed it as a fundraiser with the local food bank. 90% of the proceeds went to the food bank, and the rest went to the troop so they could send some less well-off kids to summer camp.

“Hi Whitney, would you like to buy a tree and support the food bank?” For a 13-year-old, he had the sales pitch down well. He proudly showed me around and help me settle on a five-foot Doug Fir and got it wrapped up and on the roof of my Jeep. I just hoped I could get it off on my own back at my place. I was talking with Nathan’s dad for a few minutes when I heard voices on the other side of the fence from the lot.