Author: Virtual Scott
Title: Falling
Part: 4
Summary: Linnea makes a play for a reluctant acquaintance
Keywords: mc FF fdom MFF anal oral reluc

Chapter 4, In which I get the girl -- and the guy

If I got a signature to match the verbal commitment I'd just obtained, the
commission alone would more than double my total compensation for the past
two years combined -- and it would do great things for my standing in the
bonus pool.

It didn't, however, change the fact I was totally wasted, mostly naked,
and leaking semen from every part of my body. That didn't bother me,
although part of me wondered if it should. The problem was that it was
late at night, I was sitting in the nearly empty parking lot behind the
Bad Hoss, and I couldn't remember what my rental car looked like or where
I'd put my keys.

After a few minutes of thought, I remembered I'd left the car at the hotel
precisely to avoid having to drive drunk. I tried a few times to button my
skimpy vest, and gave up on it. I switched tracks and struggled to my feet
so I could tug my denim miniskirt down over my ass.

My original plan had been to use a little of my girlfriend Stacey's magic
to coerce my prospects into giving me their business, but I hadn't
factored in fucking them all silly. I giggled drunkly, thinking it was
pretty weird for a self-professed maybe-lesbian to have done all that. The
thought I was a flip-flopper made me laugh harder, endangering my balance.

I looked up, wondering where I would find a cab, when I realized somebody
was watching me.

It was Jenny, our waitress. She reminded me superficially of Stacey,
although the all-black outfit seemed more a work uniform thing rather than
personal choice. My impression was that she didn't have a very high
opinion of me, and I was surprised to see her. "What are you doing here?"
I asked.

Jenny hugged herself, reminding me it how late it was. "I don't know.
Y'all got me fired tonight," she bitterly added. "But I guess I've got a
soft spot in my heart. Besides, you never took back your credit card, and
I'm no thief." She held it out to me.

I accepted it, sliding it into the vest next to my license, and thought a
car would be more useful.

"Can I drop you off somewhere?" she asked, sounding a little reluctant.

Belatedly, I remembered swallowing one of her hairs in the bathroom about
a million years ago. Stacey claimed doing that, with some special lip
gloss, let her influence people. I'd been able to make Jenny show me her
panties, but it hadn't worked so well with my "business associates."

"I'm at the Holiday Inn off the business loop," I told her. "I'd
appreciate the ride. But can we visit the restroom first?"

Jenny shook her head, making the ponytail dance beneath her western hat.
"I think we're persona non gratis," she replied, mangling the Latin. I
thought her accent sounded cute. "Can you wait? The hotel's only about 10
minutes up the road."

We trudged across the parking lot to a Chevy parked near the back corner.
By the time we reached it, I knew I wasn't going to make it to the hotel.
"Hold on, Jenny. This'll just take a minute."

I hiked up my skirt and spread my feet a bit, and unleashed a torrent of
piss onto the asphalt. I didn't feel bad about peeing in front of Jenny,
since I'd already done far worse than night, and she watched me calmly as
if drunken sluts relieved themselves in front of her all the time -- for
all I knew, they did.

Actually, it was a little exciting exposing myself to her. Yeah, I'd
probably done every man in the county, but I wanted a woman's body, too.
I'd been eating Stacey every day since we'd met, and I was missing the
taste of her sweet nectar. Semen was good, but it wasn't the same.

I smoothed down my skirt and we climbed into the car. A graduation tassel
hung from the rear view mirror, and a faint feminine scent reached my
twitching nose. Jenny removed her hat and tossed it into the back seat,
then looked over at me. "Do you mind taking off your hat? I don't like to
advertise, you know. Men think they can take advantage."

"I totally understand," I said, removing my hat too. I didn't even
remember getting it, so she could keep it for all I cared.

We both noticed about the same time that my breasts were completely
exposed. "I think I'm too drunk to fasten the buttons," I apologetically
explained when she looked at me.

Jenny sighed and then leaned over and pulled on the vest until it was
straight enough that she had a prayer of buttoning it. The most obvious
result of this was that my nipples hardened, eager for her attention.

"You can touch them, if you like," I offered.

"I do not," she snapped shortly, roughly tugging on the vest so she could
fasten just enough buttons to be decent. She managed to do it without any
physical contact with me, unfortunately.

The drive passed in uncomfortable silence, but it was as short as she'd
promised. "Here you are, Ms. Richwell," Stacey said, after pulling into a
loading space near the door. I wondered how she knew my name, and then
guessed she'd remembered it from the credit card.

"Oh, call me Linnea, please," I said. "Ms. Richwell sounds so formal."

She shrugged. "Linnea. You've got your room key, right?"

I did, happily. "Will you come up with me?" I asked, very much wanting her
to, as I climbed out of the car.

"No, I should be getting home," Jenny replied, but she got out too and
locked the doors.

The lobby was locked for the evening, and I dropped the keycard trying to
run it through the reader. Jenny fetched it and opened the door for me.
The night clerk looked at us closely, but went back to his reading after
Jenny waved the card at him.

I stared at her in the elevator, remembering the glimpse of her thighs I'd
gotten earlier, and wanting more. I edged closer to her, inviting a touch
or a kiss, but got nothing. We walked down the hall to the room and I
stepped aside so Jenny could open the door.

"Okay, you're all set, Linnea," she told me, holding out the keycard.

"Just come in!" I snapped, feeling frustrated, and tried to kiss her when
she did.

She stiff-armed me away, looking surprised, and shrieked, "What are you
*doing*?" but fled into the room instead of back to the hallway.

I locked the door and followed her into the suite, feeling hot and
bothered. I'd thought I wanted to sleep, but now I realized I wanted
Jenny. Sexual tension was building inside my body, and for some reason I
was unable to just touch myself. I needed to have my tongue inside her.
She'd be my first woman except for Stacey.

Jenny was standing in the room hugging herself and looking disoriented. I
couldn't understand what was happening, but I knew I wanted her. I wanted
to see every inch of her body.

I watched incredulously as Jenny kicked off her shoes and untied the short
apron. She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a basic black bra,
and unzipped her skirt before stepping out of it. I remained frozen in
place, unwilling to disturb anything, while she removed her underwear and
bra and then sat down to skim the elastic top thigh highs down her legs.

"Ca-Can you help with my buttons, again?" I asked, feeling new moisture
between my legs.

She looked like she wanted to roll her eyes, but politely rose and walked
to where I stood. Jenny was so lithe and scrumptious, and the dark delta
above her mound drew my eyes to it. My nipples felt almost hard enough to
burst open the vest on their own, and I fought to keep my hands by my
sides as she unbuttoned the vest. I shucked it onto the floor as soon as
she was finished.

"What are you *doing*?" she asked, voice rising in dismay, and backed away
from me as I fought with my skirt.

The little tease was driving me crazy. I stopped messing with my skirt and
looked at her, wishing I were sober. "It's been a long day. We need a
shower," I improvised.

"Not together!" she protested, looking horrified at the idea.

"Of course not," I sighed. "You go first." I needed time to think.

She edged around me and walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open
when I thought hard that there was no reason to close it. I heard the
shower start and carefully did not think too much about when, or if, Jenny
would notice she was already naked.

For myself, I tore open a foil packet of coffee and dumped it in the
coffeemaker. I needed something to keep me going and hopefully clear my
thoughts. How could Big Bill have been so aroused, and Jenny so unaffected?

I walked over to her clothes and looked at her panties, searching for
signs of arousal. There was nothing. I picked up the rest of her things,
and looked in her purse. There was the usual junk, including a wallet and
cell phone, but also my lip gloss!

Had she gone to look for it, driven by my thoughts? But why hadn't she
warmed up to me? What was I overlooking? I turned and looked at the
bathroom, watching tendrils of steam wafting along the ceiling, and made a
connection. I'd burned Big Bill's hair! Something made my mind switch into
overdrive.

There wasn't a candle to be seen, but I refused to let that deter me.
Hurriedly I returned to the pile of clothes and selected a few strands
from Jenny's shirt as well as a pube from her panties for good luck. The
water in the shower shut off as I twisted her hairs together.

I dropped the lip gloss several times trying to extend it with one hand,
but finally managed to smear some of it on the hairs. I was dripping with
anticipation, so adding some of my dew to the mixture was child's play.
There was a travel pack of tissue in my suitcase; I tore off a piece of
one sheet and wrapped it around the hairs.

No sign of Jenny yet, but I didn't think I had much more time. Ignoring
the fresh coffee in the mug, I snatched the foil packet and bent it into a
crude bowl, setting the tissue bundle inside. The whole assembly went into
the compact microwave next to the coffee maker and I punched the "30
seconds" button and stood back.

The oven began making frightfully loud zapping sounds almost immediately,
and I could see flashes of arcing electricity through the shaded window.

"What's it doing?!" gasped Jenny from the doorway of the bathroom as
ribbons of smoke began filtering into the room from the top of the door.
"Lord, it's on fire!"

I darted close enough to hit the "stop" button before retreating. "It's
okay, I think," I reassured her -- and myself -- before turning to look at
Jenny. She was wrapped in a towel that covered everything important, but
in a way that was more titillating than when she'd been completely nude.

The smoke was slowly dissipating, but I'd already lost interest in it. For
the first time, Jenny was looking at me the same way I'd been looking at
her. I approached her slowly, wary that I was imagining things, but she
held her ground, mouth parted and pupils dilated like she was seeing me
for the first time.

She trembled slightly when my hands touched hers. I gently tugged the
towel free of her grasp and let it fall, revealing her beautiful body. I
breathed softly on her tits and watched her soft pink nipples erect
themselves into crinkled points.

They looked tasty, begging to be sucked and fondled, but I had a more
primal need. I squatted before her and looked at her flowering labia,
already glistening with aromatic droplets. I pressed my face against her
and my tongue found heaven in those soft folds. Moisture gushed from her
and Jenny moaned incoherently, obviously as aroused as I.

I felt bad for cheating on Stacey, but this girl tasted so good I just
couldn't help myself. Her body was shuddering, clearly on the edge of
orgasm, and I wanted to bring her there. I dipped a finger inside her,
coating it well, and then worked it into her tight rosebud while I lashed
her clit with my tongue.

"Oh My God!" she screamed, thrashing in a monstrous orgasm and buckling at
the knees. I lapped eagerly at her sudden gush of nectar and came too
without even touching myself -- she was that erotic.

"Oh my God," Jenny repeated, staring into my eyes as we knelt facing each
other on the floor. "I never realized!" She pulled me into an enthusiastic
kiss I was only too happy to return. Our tongues fought with each other
while our hands roamed each others' bodies. "I want to taste you too,
Linnea!" she exclaimed when we broke apart.

I grinned, feeling my second wind, and pulled her towards the bed. This
time, she showed no hesitation in pulling off my boots and socks, and
helping me unfasten my skirt.

Jenny crouched between my legs, almost drooling into my well-used slit,
but I couldn't forego the pleasures of tasting her. "Turn around," I
panted, and she understood immediately.

What followed was probably the best sex I'd ever had, Stacey included. It
pained me to admit it because she was the love of my life, but that 69
with Jenny punched every one of my buttons, repeatedly. I fed on her
mound, savoring every bit of her nectar, and teased her delightfully
sensitive and accommodating asshole with a few fingers. Unlike Stacey, who
was all about receiving, my Texas belle was all too willing to reciprocate
fully and lavish her creative attentions on my own cunt and ass.

We passed orgasms back and forth like hot potatoes, alternately shaking in
erotic ecstasy and inciting the other to scream and clutch tight. I wanted
it to go on forever, but my body finally pooped out about 6 AM and we just
lay in the bed, holding each other.

That lassitude was what made the buzzing coming from Jenny's purse
audible. I just lay there, but Jenny sat up bolt upright. "Shit! Daniel!"
She looked at me and amplified, "My boyfriend. I was supposed to be home
hours ago."

"You live together?" I asked.

She nodded. "But... I love you, Linnea."

I felt a matching warmth inside me, nearly matching what I felt for
Stacey. I understood how it felt to be torn. "Do you love him?"

Jenny hesitated. "I did. I wouldn't have hesitated to say 'yes'
yesterday." Tears welled up in her eyes. "He's a good man; he doesn't
deserve this."

Sitting up, I gave her a quick kiss. "You don't have to choose, Jenny. I
won't be here forever, anyway." After another moment of thought, I added,
"What do you think he would do if he knew about us?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "He's joked about inviting one of my friends
into bed, but I don't think he ever thought I'd agree."

"Invite him here," I impulsively urged her. "If he doesn't understand,
he's not the man for you."

She flashed me a grateful smile and scampered off the bed to collect the
phone from her purse. Her fingers started flying across the slide-out
keyboard. Jenny's expression morphed into a silly grin as she continued
texting, and I knew she wasn't ready to leave him.

I watched her lovely body on display as she stood there, unconsciously
shifting her weight and twisting a foot back and forth. The sight of her
was too delicious to resist, so I slid off the bed and helped myself to
another taste of her.

"He doesn't believe me," Jenny announced with mingled humor and
exasperation. "Men!"

Without interrupting my slow licking, I looked up at her and the phone. As
if she had read my mind, Jenny angled the phone and snapped a picture. She
showed it to me; the upper part of my face was framed nicely by her
breasts and it was clear where my mouth was located. Smiling triumphantly,
she sent it.

Her smile disappeared a moment later. "Porn? I did *not* find that picture
on the Internet," snarled Jenny as she typed furiously. "I can't believe
he doesn't recognize me!"

I had to stop teasing her and laugh. "Let's try again." I stood up and
moved around behind Jenny, wrapping one hand around her waist to keep her
close, and the other around a tanned breast and stroke her nipple. "Take a
shot now," I whispered in her ear.

Jenny sighed, "You are *so* bad, Linnea," and held out the phone with one
trembling hand while she ground her butt into me. The resulting picture
was a little crooked, but I wasn't going to complain.

There was a brief, if enjoyable, pause before the response arrived. I
watched over Jenny's shoulder as she opened the picture. It was a close-up
of an erect penis, presumably Dan's from the way she was giggling, and a
brief note appeared on its heels: "20 MIN!!!"

"Just enough time for a shower," I decided. After an all-nighter of
no-holds-barred sex, I was a little ripe and I wanted to make a good
impression on Jenny's significant other. "Will you join me?"

This time, she agreed.



They looked so beautiful together I couldn't help but touch myself
watching them. Daniel was tall and lean and had come off as a bit shy and
uncertain initially, but possibly that was because we'd both been naked
when Jenny'd answered the door.

He'd warmed up quickly enough under the stimulation of our tongues and his
first load of the morning had emptied across both our faces. Jenny and I
had turned our attentions to each other, licking each other clean, and
Daniel had ended up as hard as he'd been before he'd cum.

I watched Jenny's face in the soft glow of the rising sun and started
stroking myself more urgently. Her lips parted, eyes closed, she was one
of the most beautiful sights I'd ever seen. Kneeling behind her, Dan was
easing his lotion-slicked erection gingerly into her virginal back door.

"Oooooh my Gaaaaaawwwwd," Jenny moaned throatily. "Don't stop, Baby!"

The excitement on Dan's face suggested he wasn't planning on stopping any
time soon. "You are *so* tight, Jenny! You're gonna make me pop in no
time."

"Not yet," she pleaded, sighing again as he worked a little deeper inside
her.

I knew how she was feeling. Something about being dominated by a real man,
feeling his cock spreading me and spearing deep in my gut, made me light
up inside like nothing except the feel of a woman's pussy beneath my
tongue. I wanted Dan's slippery meat up *my* ass, but it was only fair to
let Jenny have him first.

That didn't mean I had to sit out all the fun, I realized. I crawled
closer and rolled onto my back before eeling underneath Jenny. My breath
caught in my throat as I watched, up close, as Daniel bottomed out inside
her stretched pink rosebud. Jenny's fragrant juices trickled down the
insides of her thighs, calling me. I craned my head upwards, tasting her
and watching Daniel's flesh slide in and out.

Jenny's breath gusted against my bare mound, making my clit stand up like
the goose bumps on my arms. "I think I'm in heaven," she gasped between
slurps at my dripping pussy. "I -- *oh fuck!*"

My teeth released her clit from their gentle grip as she flooded my face
with her sweet juices. Watching Jenny cum filled me with a breathless
delight that only increased when she began reciprocating more actively. I
guessed she'd cum again, even harder, when she felt Daniel shooting his
warm spunk into her ass. Impatiently, I reached between his legs so I
could tickle his sphincter with a fingernail.

I wanted my turn on his rod, too. It never crossed my mind that Jenny
wouldn't share him; somehow I just knew we'd be the kind of friends who'd
share everything with each other. I was less certain how Stacey would
react, but surely she couldn't expect me to go for days and days on trips
and not have any relief, could she?

Daniel grunted and I half-imagined I could see his balls contracting as
they pumped his sticky load into Jenny. The thought of it -- okay, and
Jenny's devilishly active tongue -- left me feeling like I might explode,
and my toes curled just before I cried out and clutched her to me.

A girl could have worse ways to start the day.