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The Conspiracy
by Lord Malinov

~~~

Jennifer and I have known each other since high school, but we've 
really been good friends for about three years, since we both moved 
from Easton to Landover in the summer of 19-.  We dated at one point 
for seven crazy weeks, about a year after we settled into our big 
city lifestyle.  We crashed and burned.  No one could deny that Jenny 
and I made a fun couple, but in truth, the relationship did not work 
at all.  I think we're too much alike; headstrong, outgoing, 
competitive.  On the other hand, as friends, Jennifer and I make one 
hell of a team.

It was a Thursday night when Jenny called me up and asked me to come
over.  I could tell by the intensity in her voice that something was
up.  Jennifer didn't disappoint me.  That's part of what I like
about her.  She always has something going on.  I let myself in and
stole a beer from the fridge.  

"Sit down, sit down," buzzed Jenny.  Alicia sat cross-legged on the 
floor in front of the grey screen of the television.

"Hey, Alicia," I said, taking my appointed place on the sofa.  I 
liked Jennifer's roommate.  Alicia is very much different from 
either of us, quiet and reflective, but she has a wicked streak that 
always startles me when it peeps out.  I'd been developing a thing 
for her, which gave me a stronger tendency to visit Jenn.  I took 
every opportunity to be thoughtful and gracious toward the roommate, 
without doing anything to betray my growing affection overtly.  
 Alicia had a relationship with some guy in Jersey and she seemed 
quite devoted to it.  

"Here's the deal," said Jennifer, straddling a tall stool and locking 
her feet under the cross bars.  "Alicia went to school with this guy, 
Phil and he's down for the summer.  I've been trying to, you know, 
get his attention, and all he does is smile at me like I'm his 
bratty kid sister."

I nodded understandingly, playing the wise counselor.

"So Alicia had a little talk with her friend."  Jenn sneered as she 
spoke.  Alicia interrupted.

"He told me that he thought Jenny was a sweet girl, but he just 
couldn't see her that way, sexually."  Alicia twisted her smile as 
she pondered this comment.

"Ooh," groaned Jennifer. "I mean, I've worn skirts up the here and 
blouses down to here and the most I've gotten from Phil is a blush."

"Are you sure he's not gay?" I asked.  Jenn slapped her thigh.  

"He'd better be.  Can't see me sexually, my butt."

"He's not," offered Alicia authoritatively.  "He's had girlfriends 
for as long as I've known him.  He was dating this woman, Michelle, 
before he came down for the job at ICS.  She's pretty hot, if you 
believe the stories."

"All right, so you're not his type, Jenny."  I thought the whole 
thing pretty amusing by this point.  I knew Jennifer well enough to 
understand what was going on.  Her pride was wounded by this stiff, 
and Jenn wasn't one to take an insult calmly.

"Alicia thinks I am.  And I know he's my type.  Worth a test run, 
anyway."  

"So, what's the plan?"

"I don't think she's being bold enough," said Alicia.  She pushed a
long silky stream of hair behind her ear.  "I think Phil likes his 
women enthusiastic about sex, and Jenn got off on the wrong foot."

"It was that stupid movie we saw, The Pride of Joy".  It was just 
idiotic, and I kinda went ballistic about this slutty woman in the 
film.  But God and everyone knows, I'm no prude."

"Amen," I said.

"But if Phil thinks I'm some kind of hung-up, tight-laced choir girl, 
I think it's time he saw a different side of Miss Jennifer Margaret 
Delany."

"Which means?" I asked.

"Alicia is going to dinner with Phil on Saturday night.  When they're 
done, she's going to bring him back here.  You and I will be in my 
bedroom when they arrive.  Alicia maneuvers him out onto the balcony, 
so she can complain about Brian in the moonlight."  Jennifer got off 
her stool and lead us outside.  The balcony of their apartment had 
sliding glass doors leading from the main living space and from both 
of the bedrooms on either side.  The view, overlooking the river, is 
magnificent.  With rent control, they got a fantastic deal on the 
place.  

"I love this balcony," I said.

"So, it's dark out here and they start talking.  We're in my bedroom 
with my lamp on and the door slid open just a crack.  Alicia says, 
'what's that?'"

"What's that?" Alicia asked.

"And?" I asked.

"I fuck your brains out, while Phil watches."

I swallowed dryly.  My face probably turned a dull red.  My heart 
pounded a powerful bass beat.  I looked seriously at Jennifer, the 
heavy swell of her breasts, the smooth creamy skin, the full lips, 
fertile hips, golden hair streaming past her strong shoulders, lean 
thighs, blue blue eyes.

"Wow," I said.  Alicia smiled wickedly, her tongue barely touching 
the back of her lips.  "Yeah?"

"You've got to do this for me, Mark," insisted Jenny, taking my arm 
and pulling me closer.  Her tit brushed against my skin.  Alicia 
blushed slightly.

"All right," I said agreeably.

"Yes!" said Jennifer, bouncing in her glee.  My prick began to swell 
in anticipation.  It stayed that way until Saturday night.  I did my 
best not to touch my soldier, anxious to save myself for the command 
performance.

Jennifer and I had made a lousy romantic pair, but one aspect of our 
relationship had been unquestionably superior.  Calling Jenn a prude 
was, perhaps obviously, anything but accurate.  In the light of day, 
we fought, we bickered, we nagged and nit-picked each other far 
beyond the limits of acceptable couple behavior.  That was us with 
our clothes on.  Put us in a bed, naked, and we rocked.  I've had 
more than my share of women in the two years since Jennifer.  Not 
one of those pretty ladies could hold a candle to Jenn when it came 
to burning up my bed.

The curves of Jenn's voluptuous body are inspiring, but what really 
marks Jennifer as a superb lay is her creative enthusiasm.  Jenn 
shocked me with her suggestions, and never evidenced even the 
slightest hesitation when I managed to think of some new approach to 
bringing us satisfaction.  When she decided to give herself to a 
relationship, the surrender was complete.  Jenn had fucked 
me with a reckless abandon.  I had missed her relish for sex 
frequently since we went our own ways.

We sat on her bed.  I had stripped down to a pair of boxer shorts.  
Jennifer wore a silk chemise which hung low from thin blue strands 
off her freckled shoulders.  Her nipples knotted and relaxed in 
rhythmic succession under the fine fabric.  Jenny toyed with an old 
grey bear nestled cozily in her lap.  She had that stuffed animal 
when we dated.

"I've missed this," I said.  Jenn smiled happily.

"I know," she said shyly.  "You were always the best."

"It's too bad," I said, putting my hand on her knee.  "I wish we 
could have better for each other."

"I don't know, Mark," she said.  "Being friends has been pretty good, 
too."  Jenn was quiet, somber.  I squeezed her thigh.

"Oh, Jennifer.  You're my best friend.  But I wish I knew a woman I 
could love like I wish I could love you."

"Mark?" Jenn said.  "This isn't going to mess us up, is it?"

"No." I said, emphatically.

"I mean, this is a wild way to impress Phil, but really fucking 
exciting, you know?  I'm charged.  But I don't want to lose anything 
important playing sex games.  I don't want to lose you."  She looked 
up, sorrowfully, a glimmer of a tear in her eye.

"Jenny, you forget who you're talking to.  We've done crazier stuff 
than this.  Hell, this is pretty tame, all things considered.  You're 
my best friend, partly because you're so crazy."

"But we can't fall in love again.  It doesn't work.  What if I make 
you love me again?"

"You won't.  I mean, you will, but I won't.  Besides, this is bigger 
than us.  You want to make Phil want you.  But do you want to know a 
secret?  I'm going to make Alicia want me."  Jennifer threw her arms 
around me, laughing.  I cupped the bare globes of her bottom in my 
hands as I embraced her.  

"This is going to be so fun," she said.  I squeezed her ass and 
agreed.

A door clicked open and shut.

"Jennifer?" Alicia called out.  We fell quietly onto the bed.  
Footsteps wandered over the creaking floorboards, back and forth.  
Jenny and I exchanged kisses while our hands traversed naked skin.
Shadows moved beyond the glass door.  Soft voices muttered in the 
darkness.  Jennifer smiled broadly and kissed me. 

"Break a leg," she whispered.  "Ooooh," she moaned softly, rising up 
from the mattress.  She pulled my boxers down my legs.

"What was that?" I heard Alicia ask.  The shadows crept closer to the 
window.  Jennifer kissed my hard dick and lifted her bottom, letting 
the silk chemise slip down to her waist.   I could see her creamy 
white ass gleaming with the pale light in the mirror of her dresser.

"Wow," I distinctly heard a choked male voice say.  I shook my head 
in disbelief.  If we weren't expecting company, his exclamation would 
have ended the show.  Already I was convinced that Phil didn't 
deserve my Jenny.

She sucked my prick with serious strokes, wet and lavish with 
a swirl of attention while she slowly waggled her backside toward our 
audience.  

"Suck my big cock, Jennifer Margaret," I said, lifting my hips to 
drive myself in.  Jenn smiled and tickled my balls.  I stole a glance 
at the window.  Two silhouettes hovered beyond the glass reflection 
of Jenny's pale ass.  "Drink my dick down," I growled.

I pulled at the drapes of silk while Jenn reached back to tickle her 
clit.  Jennifer's alabaster tits hung low, full and liquid with 
her faint brown nipples stretched wide by the sagging weight.  I felt 
a shudder course my body as I squeezed the soft flesh.  I loved 
seeing her titties that way, so feminine, so giving.  Jennifer 
squirmed as I teased her nipple erect, and I felt tempted to spill my 
excitement into her mouth.  Knowing she had more in mind than a flash 
of her ass, I put a hand on her shoulder.

"Ride me, Jenny," I demanded.  She looked over with a broad smile and 
with a hand firmly around my prick, she moved over me.  Her silk 
chemise fell smoothly down her tummy, shrouding us as she sank my 
cock suddenly into her wet cunt.  Jennifer put her hands on my chest 
and stole a few strokes before she reached up and lifted the chemise 
over her head.  Her nipples shuddered, firm nuggets marking the rise 
and fall of Jenn's fluid breasts.  She arched her back, giving me a 
glimpse of her swollen pink clit at the crossroad of our 
pubic forests. Her firm tits stood divine, jutting in arousal.  
Jennifer shook her golden mane wild, loose, as she lowered her blue 
eyes back to stare like a hungry beast into mine.

"I'm going to fuck you crazy," she announced and began to take my 
prick for a ride.  I watched her titties bouncing with each mad 
thrust of her hips.  Jenn was fantastic.

She pulled herself up, off my throbbing dick and planted her golden
cunt on my face, drenching me in her juices.  I sank my tongue
inside her and licked her soft lips and stiff clit.  She screamed a
fierce orgasm.  Without missing a beat, Jenn rolled around to suck
my dick again as I licked her pulsing cunt and teased her ass.  I 
knelt behind Jennifer and drove my cock down hard inside.

"You are the best fuck," I said, slapping her ass.

"Oh, fuck me," she groaned.  I rocked into her furiously until the 
rhythm began to overtake me.

"Come in my mouth," Jennifer said softly.

"Oh, baby," I said, pulling out of her slick lips.  "Gladly."

"Let's show Alicia what a fine cock you have, lover."  She smiled 
at me, licking my dick with her tongue.  I knelt on top of the bed, 
offering a profile to the crowd outside.  Jennifer suckled expertly, 
knowing exactly the rhythms that would make me lose control.  I laced 
my fingers through her fine hair and felt the tremble start down 
deep.

"I love you, Jenny" I whispered as the orgasm took hold.

"Mmm," she said, drinking me down.

We lay back on the bed.  Jennifer flashed her pussy, spreading it 
wide toward the window as she played with her clit and kissed me.

"I love you, too, Mark," she said.

"I can't believe how great you are."

"Delicious," she said, turning over.  I looked toward the window.  The

ghosts had vanished.

"Do you really think this will make Phil want you?" I 
asked.

"Who knows?" asked Jennifer, reaching down to pick up the stuffed 
bear off the floor.  "Who cares?  I just couldn't stand some gorgeous 
guy going around saying he couldn't imagine me sexually.  I mean, 
what a crock."  I kissed her nipple and pulled her on top of me in a 
loving embrace.

"Do you think Alicia wants me now?"

"She already did.  This naughtiness was all her idea.  I think she 
just wanted to see if you were really as good as I said."

"Was I?"

"Better," Jenn said, kissing me softly.  "But there's no honor among 
thieves.  You're mine, now.  If you'll have me."  Jennifer pouted 
for a moment, waiting, gazing at me with sultry blue eyes.

"Jennifer Margaret," I said seriously.  "That was my plan, all along."

~~~

Malinov


Power belongs to those who dare. . . Sapere Aude


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