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Story title : How I Spent My Summer Vacation
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How I Spent My Summer Vacation by Carol Hitchcock -
Part 1 (FF, rom, exh, toys, college)
by Rogue Writer (roguewriter@hotmail.com)
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A college student tries to break up with her girlfriend
and ends up having a life-changing experience.
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ROGUEWRITER'S AUTHOR NOTE - The following story is
fiction. FICTION. Spelled F-I-C-T-I-O-N. If you are
minor or it is illegal to read this stuff in your area,
or you don't like reading about the kind of stuff in
the header- DON'T READ THIS STORY. Otherwise enjoy the
hell out of yourself.
CAROL'S AUTHOR NOTE - You remember writing these stupid
things when you were young, right? The first assignment
when school started in the fall was to make a report
about what you did on summer vacation. It was like the
teachers were trying to remind you of all the things
you weren't going to be doing from now on. They wanted
you to know that you've had your fun, now it's all
work, and they could even turn what fun you had into
work.
The icing on the cake was when they'd ask you what you
learned over the summer, which put pressure on you to
think of something more worthy than finding out a human
being could double-dutch for thirty minutes non-stop. I
guess I decided on this title because I finally had
something really interesting to write after a summer
vacation. Well, interesting isn't quite the word to
describe what happened. What follows was more of a
life-changing experience. You'll see.
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CHAPTER 1: TROUBLE IN TWO BATHROOMS
I stood with my hand on the doorknob to the bathroom,
my mind flooded with images of what lay on the other
side. There would be blood, lots of it. The time to
call for an ambulance might be long gone, and for every
second I hesitated her chance to live might be slipping
away. But fear kept me from turning the knob. Fear of
what I would see when I opened the door. Fear that I'd
blame myself for it. Fear of knowing I'd made such
grave errors in judgment.
The whole thing was my fault anyway, if I'd just done
the right thing in the first place. Then the pain in my
head reminded me both of us might need that ambulance.
I had to do it now. As I turned the knob, I'll always
remember KMFDM playing in the background, just because
it was so fitting.
This whole thing started two weeks ago in another
bathroom, many miles away. I stood in the shower that
morning, with the water splashing me right in the face,
trying to figure out how I was going to break up with
my girlfriend. It was something I'd put off for too
long. I told myself I'd do it at the end of the
semester and today was the last day of finals.
It wasn't going to be easy because I really like Kim.
She's funny, beautiful, and can be really sweet when
she tries. I get along with her better than anyone I've
ever known, and she's tons of fun to hang out with- too
much fun, which is the problem. No way around it, I had
to do this. My future as a college student was riding
on it. I had to take charge of my life.
I heard Kim walk into the bathroom. "Good morning,
whore."
"Hey bitch," I responded. Calling each other offensive
names was our thing, the worse the better. Don't ask me
how it started, and I don't think she would remember
either.
I could hear Kim brushing her teeth. There we stood on
opposite sides of the shower curtain- she was simply
getting ready for the day and I was standing under the
spraying water, not even washing myself anymore, trying
to figure out how to break up with her. I stared at the
curtain, imagining how she looked on the other side.
Kim has a thin body with long, straight blond hair, a
cute face topped with a button nose and the most
piercing set of blue eyes I've ever seen. She could be
a model except for the fact that she's a shrimp,
standing only 5'3". But with those looks she could
probably still become an actress, which shouldn't be
too hard since acting out is something she does
regularly.
Just thinking about her looks made me feel ugly. Of
course, my mother would yell at me if she knew I was
thinking that. Mom would chastise me every time I
looked in some women's fashion magazine in the checkout
line at the store because she knew I was comparing
myself to the models in there. She'd say it was lucky
we couldn't afford those magazines, otherwise I'd look
at those pictures all the time and never eat again.
But what mom didn't realize was that I didn't think of
my body as a problem. I stand 5'6 and weigh 135 pounds,
and my C-cup breasts are bigger than some of the models
in those magazines. My body has some decent curves and
I have dark shoulder length hair with naturally tight
ringlets that I know some women wish they had. What I
didn't like was my face. It's so plain. Nothing
particularly striking about it except a few freckles on
my checks, and for me that's striking in the wrong way.
"Your mother didn't need to look like that to get my
attention," my Dad would say, "any woman that can
operate a tractor does it for me." Then she'd throw
something at him and we'd all laugh, or she'd grab the
skillet and make a show of chasing him around the
kitchen. I smiled thinking about my parents.
Kim pulled the shower curtain back. "Any room for me in
here?"
"As long as you don't hog the soap."
She stepped in and put her body up against mine. Our
nipples poked against one another. "Soap isn't what I
was looking for." Kim gave my lips a few soft, wet
kisses, each one lingering a little longer until her
tongue worked its way into my mouth. I wrapped my arms
around her and cupped her ass, one hand on each cheek.
My fingertips lightly traced her globes until her hands
grabbed me behind my head and pulled me harder into the
kiss. That's when my hands took a firm hold of her butt
and roughly kneaded her cheeks, making her moan in my
mouth. Our bodies pressed hard up against one another
as our tongues came close to violence. The one thing
you could never say about Kim and I was that we weren't
passionate lovers.
I kissed my way down to her left nipple, letting my
teeth graze over it as my lips sucked on the rest of
the areole and my hand caressed the underside. I went
over to the other one and gave it the same treatment,
after which I went back up to let our tongues play
together again. Our passionate kiss continued as her
arms replaced her hands around my head.
I broke the kiss and got on my knees, lightly kissing
her shaved mound. Kim put a hand on my head and stroked
my hair as the light kisses gave way to my tongue
licking the area. As she mewed and moaned, my hands
rubbed along her thighs and legs, finally going back
around to her ass and the fingers of my left hand went
sliding up and down the crack.
My right hand reached up and grabbed the bottle of
liquid soap on the ledge. It took some fumbling around,
but I managed to squirt some onto my fingers and my
hand took its place between her ass cheeks again. My
index finger found her anus and I slowly pressed into
her asshole.
"Mmmm," she moaned, "It's way too early in the morning
for anal." I laughed, then complied by pulling out and
letting my other hand move between her legs as she
spread them slightly, sliding my finger back and forth
along her lips to build momentum. Finally I curled my
index finger and slowly slid it into her slit until I
was most of the way in.
"Uhhhhh," was all she said as I let my finger sit in
there, allowing her to prepare. There was a sharp
intake of breath as I slowly pulled my finger out to
the tip, then slowly moved back in again, gradually
increasing speed every few thrusts until I had a good
pace going.
At that point I began licking again. Her face contorted
slightly as I did this, the corner of her mouth dipping
down from its smile to what almost looked like
discomfort. That's something I never understood about
the look on someone's face when they receive pleasure,
sometimes it looks like they're in pain.
Kim let out a loud moan as the orgasm took hold of her.
We were both very loud when it came to sex, but Kim had
the highest level between the two of us. For a small
girl, she made a lot of noise. And in a bathroom, it
sounded like a concert hall full of screaming fans,
especially when I slipped a second finger into her
pussy. When she finished I took out my fingers slowly
and stood up. I held up my fingers and licked them,
tasting her sweet honey.
"Let me guess," she said. "It needs salt."
"Actually I was thinking thyme." Kim laughed and
slapped my finger aside. "Oh," she said in mock
discovery. "Lookee here." Her head moved to my right
breast and I felt her warm lips cover my nipple and
suck on it, then pull away as her tongue came out and
gave the long, slow licks that she knew made me squirm.
Her hand went between my legs and found the skin under
my pubic hairs. I spread my legs a little to give her
some room and her finger slid into a very comfortable
place. My upper body stood up straight as my eyes
closed and my mouth opened. I didn't need to see Kim to
know she was smiling. She went to work on my left
breast with her tongue as her finger moved around
between my legs, eliciting sharp intakes of breath on
my part.
Kim pulled away from my chest and looked into my eyes
as her finger found my hole and slipped in a little. It
met some resistance, so she held back and then slid in
some more. I probably made my own pained looks as Kim's
finger started to move in and out of me, faster and
faster, until she had her own rhythm going.
My jaw dropped open as I started to moan, gradually
increasing in volume until it almost matched Kim's loud
calls of pleasure. She took my left nipple in between
her teeth and bit down a little as she continued to
finger me, which managed to throw me over the edge. I
had my face in her hair as I came, most of it was still
dry and I breathed in her scent. I realized how much I
was going to miss it.
Later, when we were getting dressed, Kim asked, "By the
way, when are you leaving for home?"
I sighed. Telling her this was another thing I'd put
off. "I'm not."
"You're not going home for the whole summer?"
"I can't afford to. Plane fare is too much and you know
that heap of shit with four wheels I own won't make it
out of town, let alone through Texas. I'll just stay
here and work for the summer, earn up some money. Maybe
if I work up enough for a plane ticket I can go see my
folks by the end of July."
Kim had this sad look on her face. I couldn't tell if
she was sad for me or bothered by the fact that if she
hadn't asked I might have never mentioned it. This was
one of those times in our relationship that our
financial differences made for an awkward moment. I
wasn't sure if I was more embarrassed for myself or for
her. We finished dressing in silence and I headed out
the door.
Outside the day was like any other in Arizona- bright,
hot and dry. My car was not being cooperative as I kept
trying to turn it over. Kim came out and jumped into
her new BMW, started it and yelled to me once the top
folded down.
"Hey! You want a ride to campus?"
Say yes, I told myself, that way you can break up with
her during the ride. "No thanks. I'll get this thing
started if I have to shoot it."
Kim shook her head. "You stubborn Southern slut."
I smiled. "Get out of here witch."
Kim smiled, put on a pair of designer sunglasses that
cost more than my car, and sped off. She had given me
an easy opportunity to break it to her and I let it go.
I tried to console myself by thinking if I'd taken the
ride and broken up with her, how was I going to get
home?
CHAPTER 2: THE PROFESSOR AND THE PROBLEM
I struggled through my Chemistry exam. Science has
never been my strong suit, but thoughts of how and when
I was going to break up with Kim kept interrupting me
as well.
After the exam I walked to the office of my Creative
Writing professor to drop off my final assignment. He
was talking to another student, so I just dropped the
paper on his desk. But before I could walk away he
asked if I could wait for a moment. When the other
student left he shut the door.
"At the beginning of the semester I thought you were
going to be one of my A students, Carol."
His glare was more sad than stern. Regardless, my eyes
couldn't get any higher than his desk.
"Most of the other students were just getting a
requirement out of the way. But you told me the first
day you wanted to be a writer your whole life. Did you
change your mind?"
"No. I just... got distracted."
He sighed. "Distractions are the number one killer for
a writer. And you've got to learn to live with them,
one way or the other, because they'll always be there
no matter what you do."
I still couldn't meet his gaze when my voice softy
uttered, "I know."
"Well, here's something you may not know," He held up
something that made me look. It was the first story I'd
turned in that semester. "This is talent," he said, and
then held up a paper from late in the semester, "and
this is talent squandered."
I wanted to tell him all about it, explain the
situation. This was a good guy, one of the friendly,
fun professors that know how to instruct without making
it too hard on you, someone who really enjoys teaching
and isn't simply bitter that this was the best job they
could get in their profession.
I wanted to get his opinion on how I should handle Kim,
but something told me not to. I didn't think he'd have
a problem with me being a lesbian, I just felt like
breaking up with her was something I needed to do
myself, without a safety net. Besides, I'd already let
the guy down, I didn't want to start talking about
clubs, drinking and drugs and make him even more
disappointed in me.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.
Great, everybody was trying to make it easy for me
today. "Not really, if you don't mind," I said. "But
it's something I'm going to handle. I promise." I
walked out of there before I said anything more.
An hour later I sat at a diner, staring at a plate of
fries and thinking about how my entire future was at
stake. I'm just a poor farm girl from Kentucky who
managed to get two scholarships to a college in
Arizona.
In order to keep those scholarships I have to keep my
grade point average above a certain level, and those
scholarships are important because I almost couldn't
even afford to travel out here, let alone pay tuition.
In high school I was completely focused on my
schoolwork and finished at the top of my class. My
reputation as a nerd kept me away from the party crowd,
with the added bonus of an excuse for why I wasn't
dating boys. I was determined to get out of town and
applied for every scholarship available.
When I was leaving, my mom said, "Now don't let any
boys get between you and the books." She had no idea
what a non-issue that was. And I figured my romantic
life wasn't going to be a problem. How many lesbians
can there be in a small Arizona college anyway?
Turned out this was my first experience learning about
my inexperience, and on a college campus people
experiment. The first month it was my roommate. I was
nervous because I'd only fooled around with one other
girl before, but she'd never had sex with a woman and
that took some of the pressure off me.
One of her friends was looking to experiment as well,
but neither of them wanted a commitment, which was fine
because that way my studies didn't suffer. But at the
beginning of the second semester I got cocky. I
thought, 'this is no big deal, I can have a social
life", so I went out to a club with my roommate and
that's where I met Kim.
She was at the DJ booth trying to get the guy to play
KMFDM. They just happen to be one of my favorite bands
and Kim and I started talking. Soon we found out music
wasn't all we had in common and after a few dates we
became a steady item.
Even though I was a nerd, I drank and smoked weed with
a few friends occasionally when I was in high school,
(ever since the farming industry in Kentucky took a
dive most people in my area at least knows someone who
grows weed.) But back then I only boozed or toked
occasionally.
After I started dating Kim it became a regular thing,
always threatening to get worse. While pot is as far up
on the drug ladder I go, Kim does Ecstasy and cocaine
here and there and has offered both to me many times.
The problem is that Kim is a girl from a very rich
family, and because of that she doesn't have to worry
about money or getting a good job if she doesn't
graduate from school. She lives the party lifestyle and
goes out dancing all the time. Kim's the type who will
call you at 11pm on a Sunday night to go out to a club,
something she's done to me plenty of times.
So the second semester progressed with me going out
with Kim all the time, getting wasted and partying to
all hours of the night. This behavior, or misbehavior,
left little time for my schoolwork. While I always
handed in papers and assignments on time, the quality
of my work left plenty to be desired.
My grades dropped and after midterms I realized I was
in trouble. I cut down on the partying enough to work
my grades up and just make the GPA I needed to keep my
scholarships. I studied my ass off to ace all my final
exams. But I realized where the root of my problem was,
and I knew I had to cut it off or I'd never make it
through the next semester. This is why I had to break
up with her.
I kept putting it off because I liked being with Kim so
much, but even then I knew it was a flawed reason.
While she's nice to me, I've seen Kim be very nasty to
others, especially her parents, which is a hard thing
to watch since they seem like great people.
I've spoken to her mom on the phone several times and
she's the sweetest lady, always taking the time to talk
to me and asks how my family is doing even though she's
never met them. Her dad sounds like a fun guy and
usually has a good joke to tell me if I answer the
phone.
Kim told me her parents never let her forget that she
was 'The Great Mistake' (she was a surprise during
their second year of college), but from everything I've
seen they give her everything she wants and she still
treats them like crap. Almost every phone conversation
with her mom ends with Kim cursing at her. I started to
wonder if my desire to stay with Kim was simply due to
the fact that she's the only other lesbian I've met and
I didn't want to break that connection.
The waitress came up to me and looked at my untouched
fries, then gruffly asked if I wanted anything else.
She was in her early fifties and her face looked to be
in a state of perpetual anger. I told her just the
check and she scribbled on her pad, tore off the sheet
and tossed the paper on the table as she probably has
hundreds of thousands of times over the past God-knows
how many years.
As she sauntered off I wondered if she once had an
opportunity to do something more with her life and lost
it. I picked up a French fry and ate it, realizing how
stupid I was being. There are plenty of other lesbians
I could meet. I had to get away from Kim before she
doomed me back to the life of poor farm girl, or worse,
working the checkout line at the Safeway Mart like so
many others I'd graduated with.
CHAPTER 3: COME AWAY WITH ME
Half an hour later I was at Kim's place. On the way I'd
stopped by a bar where I knew I could get served, but I
didn't even walk through the door. If I went inside I'd
still be there a few hours from now. I had to take
charge of my life. Taking a deep breath, I thought of
the waitress as I used the key Kim had given me to get
in. She was on the couch with a drink in her hands and
a bottle of vodka on the table.
"You fucking lush," I said, but when she looked up I
saw the tears in her eyes and that took all the wind
out of my sails. "What's wrong?" I asked.
Kim shook her head. "My folks. Of course something had
to come up. I told you about the trip to Rio, right?" I
nodded. Kim and her parents were going to Rio de
Janeiro for three weeks at a house her family had
there. "They just called. Something with Dad's business
came up and they can't make the trip now."
I smiled sympathetically. "I'm sorry, I know you were
looking forward to this."
"Fuck it," she said, "I'm still going."
"Alone?"
A devilish smile cut through her sad face. "Not if you
come with me."
Oh fuck, what did I just get myself into. "Ah, thanks,
but I really need to work and earn up some money so I
can go see my folks."
"I was thinking about that. Come down to Rio with me
for a few weeks and I'll arrange for you to fly to
Kentucky when it's over."
"That's really nice of you, but it's too much. I
wouldn't be able to pay you back for a long time."
She smirked. "Don't sweat it slutbag. You're doing me a
favor, this way I don't have to go down there alone."
Don't let her do this to you. You need to break up with
her and it's now or never. Just open your mouth and say
the words, do it now. Don't let her tempt you.
"You worked your ass off these last few months," she
said, "you deserve this."
"I don't know Kim," I said. I couldn't really blame her
for not wanting to go to Rio alone, I certainly
wouldn't have. Then again, it was something Kim could
do with no problem. Being the extroverted person she is
there would be a crowd of people hanging around her the
whole time. "Actually I can't go," I said. "I'd really
like to but I don't even have spending money to go."
"C'mon, you know I have enough to keep us both good.
Besides, you said a writer has to experience the world,
right? What better way to do it than this?"
This was classic Kim- always dragging me along kicking
and screaming, never giving up until I gave in by
making me feel like I'd be an idiot for turning down
the opportunity. I made the mistake once of telling her
about the two voices in my head always fighting for
control - the rational one that always played it
cautious, and what I called the 'naughty' one, which
always wanted to do the wrong thing just for kicks. She
exploited this knowledge to her advantage whenever she
needed it. This is why I had to break up with her.
"So?" she asked.
I hesitated. Kim got up and walked over to me slowly.
"Just think about it. We'll have a house on the beach.a
Jacuzzi.our own pool.topless beaches.you said you
always wanted to go to one."
Don't do it. Don't give into her. Just say the words,
tell her you want to break up with her. It's over, no
more. The two of us are done.
CHAPTER 4: DOWN RIO
When we got off the plane in Rio I had a plan. It was
simple- stay in Rio a few days and then break up with
Kim. I wasn't sure if I would be straight with her or
try to engineer some false reason for our split. The
truth is I'm not good with confrontations and I was
leaning towards the latter, but I could wait and see
how things were going and decide on that one later. The
part of the plan I really liked was writing down the
entire experience so I could make it into a story.
It may have seemed like a stupid idea to do it down in
Rio, but I had a major concern I couldn't shake. If I
waited until we got back, it might look like I was
trying to take advantage of Kim's money, and that's the
last thing I wanted her to think.
If the breakup happened during the trip it would look
more natural and less like I was using her. I also had
what I called 'escape money'. It was only two hundred
bucks, which I'd saved up from my job as an emergency
fund for extreme cases (like my car breaking down), but
it would be enough for my purposes.
If Kim accused me of taking advantage of her during the
breakup I could give her a hundred as the start of the
payback in a show of good faith. I'd keep the other
hundred in case things got really fucked up, like if
she flipped out and tossed me into the street, because
that's how much the airline told me it would cost to
transfer my ticket to an earlier flying date. I had to
get away from her, make a clean break. And I!
would do it in Rio.
Since we flew the first thing on Kim's agenda was
getting drugs. She managed this within the first twenty
minutes we were there, thanks to her good looks and her
ability to make small talk with anything short of a
rock. Using both these charms on our taxi driver, it
was set up that he would have the stuff delivered to
the house after he dropped us off.
I spent the next three hours worrying that Kim took one
chance too many and the police were going to be
knocking on the door. But leave it to Kim's luck, a
knock on the door later we found ourselves with a
generous amount of coke, enough marijuana to sedate the
planet and a few tablets of Ecstasy thrown in for good
measure.
The house was beautiful, with many paintings and other
expensive forms of artwork that Kim showed me. It also
had an alarm system to protect the stuff (and us) from
burglars. The last thing she showed me was the stocked
bar and after we unpacked we mixed some drinks and sat
on the patio facing the beach.
The sand was nearly empty because steel gray clouds
covered the late afternoon sky as far as the eye could
see. I lay on a patio chair with my upper body propped
up. "Doesn't look like an outside weather day today." I
said as I took off my sunglasses. Little droplets of
rain began to fall.
Kim stood looking at the house with an excited look in
her eyes. "That's fine, I was planning on spending
today inside anyway. We're going to christen this house
properly. I want us to have sex on every floor, every
surface in there. I want microscopic remnants
everyplace."
"Nice visual. And we're doing this because.?"
"For fun," Kim said, "and a little something I'll laugh
about every time I know my parents are coming down
here."
That's my baby, always thinking of others. "Okay,
whatever. Where do we start?"
Kim walked over, straddled my body and leaned down.
"Right here." She kissed me hungrily on the lips. The
kiss grew in passion as the rain began to really fall.
I massaged her breasts as she slid down and started
grinding her pelvis against my leg. Kim sat upright and
whipped her head back, her wet hair falling around her
shoulders.
With the dark clouds behind her and the rain falling
all around, she looked like a goddess come down from
Mount Olympus and I remembered what I'd found so
captivating about her when we first met. Kim tilted her
head up to the sky, opened her mouth and stuck out her
tongue, trying to catch raindrops. I felt like a
monster that was planning to hurt this innocent beauty
when she least expected it. A flash of lightning and
the roar of thunder snapped me from my thoughts.
"C'mon," Kim said as she jumped off me. We went inside,
and as soon as the patio door was shut Kim threw her
arms around me and kissed me passionately. We clumsily
shucked off our wet clothes piece by piece until we
were both naked. The feeling of her cool, damp skin
against mine gave me goose bumps. They went away
wherever her warm tongue touched me, which seemed to be
everywhere.
Over the rest of the day we managed to cover the whole
house. In the kitchen we did a sixty-nine on the
island, I sat up on a counter as she ate me out and she
sat on the other counter while I fucked her with a
peeled cucumber.
When we were done we fed it to each other and then
moved into the living room, where we did it every way
we could on the couches, the coffee table and on the
floor in front of the TV. The lazy boy chairs were
particularly fun. We did it in the bedrooms and even in
one of the closets. By the end of the night we'd
covered the house and the rain had stopped.
We ran out to the beach and did it in the sand. For
anyone planning to have sex on a beach sometime soon I
have one word of advice- blanket. We had to jump in the
ocean afterward because the sand was so far up my ass.
Back at the house we were so exhausted by the time we
got up to the bedroom that we barely pulled the sheets
back before we passed out.
The next morning I woke up feeling rejuvenated. Kim
wasn't in the room, but I could hear KMFDM playing
downstairs. It was the song 'Anarchy', which she'd
listen to over and over again. Lying in bed, I decided
to write down my experiences so far so I could get at
least one of my promises started. I was about to get up
and grab the new notebook out of my bag when Kim strode
into the bedroom. She jumped on the bed and straddled
my torso, the acrid smoke of marijuana filling the air
around her.
"Wake and bake, tampon breath." She held out a packed
bowl and a lighter.
"Not yet."
"Fuck it, we're on vacation. C'mon, celebrate the end
of the school year." She held out the bowl.
I managed to lean up on my elbows. "It's too early."
She started waving the bowl under my nose and then
stuck the end into my mouth. Leaning down to my right
ear, she whispered, "It's never too early," and licked
the inside of my ear. She knows what that does to me. I
relented just to shut her up. She lit it for me and I
proceeded to do what our former President swore he
never did. While I held my hit, Kim put the bowl to her
mouth and took one for herself. I let the hit out
slowly.
"That's smooth stu-" I was cut off by Kim's mouth
covering my own, blowing her hit into my lungs. Her
tongue slipped into my mouth afterwards and dueled with
mine as her hands found my nipples under the covers and
gave them a quick pinch. As soon as she broke the kiss
I blew out my hit. "Sneaky bitch," I said.
"I don't have to say good morning to you now," she
said, then jumped off the bed and walked to the door,
"'cause I made sure it's going to be one."
My head dropped back on the bed. I didn't want to start
off this way, I thought, and I don't plan to either. I
got up and fished the notebook out of my bag. Kim was
not going to stop me, I was going to go downstairs and
write about what happened so far and then I was going
to break up with her and then I was going to write
about how that went. I walked out of the bedroom with
confident strides.
But something happened between the top of the stairs
and the bottom. It was very subtle, and suddenly I
noticed how bright the sun was coming in through the
windows. My left foot almost missed a stair and I held
the railing the rest of the way down. Kim was watching
television in the living room and it seemed rather
loud.
"Isn't it?" Kim yelled. I looked at her questioningly.
It took me a moment to realize she was speaking to me.
"It's good shit," she said, "isn't it?"
"Yep," I replied, and took a seat at the dining room
table and opened my notebook. It only took a few
sentences before I realized I was having a hard time
remembering all the details from yesterday. Even worse,
my handwriting was barely legible
"Douche head, what the hell are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm writing. Leave me alone you degenerate whorebag!"
Suddenly Kim was standing over me. She grabbed the
notebook, ran over to the couch and jumped up on it.
"The hell you are!"
"Give it back," I said, without much conviction in my
voice.
"This is work, and there's no work allowed here!" She
jumped off the couch and ran upstairs. I was in no mood
to chase Kim around the place, so I sat on the couch
and got sucked into some television show, even though
it was in Portuguese.
CHAPTER 5: A TOPLESS BEACH FIRST
When Kim came back down she was in her leopard print
thong bikini, bottom only, and my notebook was gone.
"We're going out to the beach," she announced, "Put
this on." She tossed my blue thong bikini bottom in my
lap.
It was not something she had to force me to do. There's
always been die-hard exhibitionist in me screaming to
get out. Kim and I sunbathed nude on the roof of my
building a few times, but no one could see us up there.
Still, I'd felt a thrill of excitement being naked
outside, and the bug that had always gnawed at me was
now chomping at the bit.
Kim put an anklet of small brown beads around my left
ankle. She finds body jewelry sexy on a woman, and more
than half of the gifts she's given me have been
anklets, toe rings or waist chains. I started wearing
some of it just to placate her, although I do admit
I've started to find them sexy myself. Kim will wear
different waist chains or toe rings, but she always
wears the same gold anklet because it was the first
piece of body jewelry she bought.
So we went to the beach, and I was topless for the
first time in public. I have to admit I wasn't
completely uncomfortable once we got there. Part of it
was seeing other girls topless, and the other part was
the attention. While I'm not into guys, being ogled by
them is a different story.
I've always appreciated being admired by men or women,
and I got plenty of it from both sexes on that beach.
From the moment we walked out there I noticed, and even
felt, eyes checking me out. Mostly it was brief, but
occasionally someone leered. This surprised me, I
figured the people in a place that allowed nudity
wouldn't even care to look. I mentioned this
observation to Kim as we lay in the sun.
"Shithead," she said, "some of these people are
tourists like us. They don't live where there are nude
beaches."
"Shut up, slut knocker," I said. "I've seen plenty of
locals doing the same thing."
"So? If you like something you like something. Besides,
with tourists coming through you always have something
new to check out." Kim took off her sunglasses and sat
up on her elbows. "By the way, slut knocker?"
"My brother watched a lot of Bevis and Butthead."
"Mm. I kinda like it." Kim took out some suntan lotion.
"Want to put this on me?"
I hesitated. The rational part of me felt self-
conscious doing that with all these people around us.
The naughty part of me desired the chance to fondle my
girlfriend in public while doing a very natural thing.
Of course, when I was done with her Kim would want to
return the favor and that created another dilemma.
She had to have noticed I was having a crisis, as I
mentioned she's well aware of my constant internal
struggle between my desires and my modesty, and as
usual she helped break it. "If you don't put this on me
I'll call your parents when we get back and tell them
about your little walks in the woods."
I felt a swell in the pit of my stomach. This was
another of Kim's tools for getting what she wanted-
minor blackmail. The walks I took in the woods around
my parent's farm (that's a story for another time) are
great memories, but nothing I wanted my folks to know
about. "You fucking bitch!" I said between clenched
teeth, "You wouldn't!"
"Try me," she said, and then tossed the bottle. I
barely caught it as she turned over onto her stomach.
Part of me was tempted to just walk off, but then I
remembered about breaking up with her. Opening the
bottle, I sprayed the lotion onto her back and started
to rub it in.
"I've been thinking lately," I said, "about us." I
picked up the bottle and put more lotion on my hands
and started to rub her ass.
"Mmmmm, what have you been thinking?"
"That we need to change something. Turn over." Kim
complied and I started rubbing lotion onto her breasts.
She arched her eyebrows as if to say 'go on'. I felt
her nipples get hard and I pulled my hands away. I
couldn't say this while turning her on. I poured some
lotion onto her stomach and spread it around.
"Well? Spit it out slut!"
Fuck it. "Kim, we need-"
"Hello!" It was a male voice, accented in Portuguese.
We both looked up and saw two young men, about our age,
standing over us. One of them asked, "Should I bother
to ask if you ladies are enjoying the beach?"
Kim smiled and started talking. She told me she wasn't
interested in men, but I always wondered because she
never passed up an opportunity to flirt with them. I
never minded talking to guys, but I usually liked to
set things straight from the get go, rather than let
them down after they've bought two or three drinks. Yet
no thanks to Kim we ended up in an open-air bar on the
beach, three drinks and two shots later, the guys just
having walked off and Kim and I with plans to meet them
at a club later that night.
"So how many drinks tonight before you tell them the
truth?" I asked.
"None. We have plans at another club. I'm sure those
two will have plenty other 'chicks' to score with.
They're pretty forward guys."
"Wait, what plans?"
The devilish smile came out. "It's a surprise."
That had me worried, since the 'surprise' could somehow
be a hindrance to my plan. The time was now. But as I
sat there trying to work up the guts to say it a short,
middle-aged man with a camera walked up to us and asked
if we wanted our picture taken. I'm camera shy, but I
was pretty drunk and agreed.
We leaned into each other and smiled at the camera.
Just as he took the shot I thought about how I needed
to make sure Kim ended up with this picture, knowing
every time I'd look at it I'd know what was going
through my mind at that moment.
We went back to the beach and jumped into the water. It
was so wild to feel the ocean water against my naked
breasts. Kim stood in front of me and fondled my
breasts under the cover of the water. She pinched and
pulled my nipples and I moaned softly. I grabbed both
her globes and kneaded them, then pinched her nipples
hard.
"Owww!" she yelped.
I smiled and dove underwater, swimming below the
surface. I felt something grab my foot and I stopped.
Kim swam up and covered my left nipple with her mouth,
sucking it gently. I put my hand behind her head,
enjoying the sensation, until I felt teeth and blew out
my air as she bit down. It wasn't a hard bite, but
enough to get her revenge. I pulled her hair hard until
she came off my breast and blew out her air. We both
headed up and were coughing and gagging when we
surfaced.
"You okay?" I asked.
Kim nodded. "You?"
"Yeah," I said. But I was still shaken by how much
anger I felt when I grabbed her hair. I realized if we
weren't under water the force of my hands might have
torn some of it out.
Later on we went back to the house and got ready for
that night. While Kim was in the shower the phone rang.
After a few hesitations I picked it up.
"Carol?" It was Kim's mom.
"Hi Mrs. Ross." We chatted for a while, Mrs. Ross asked
how we liked it down there and I gave her an edited
version of what we'd been doing. Still, it was easy to
talk to her since she knew about Kim and I and seemed
very cool about it. As usual she asked how my parents
were doing and said she'd like to meet them someday.
Mrs. Ross told me she was calling because Kim was
supposed to call when we got down there to let her know
we arrived safely.
"Oh, um, we've been kind of overwhelmed since we got
here and I guess she just didn't get a chance yet." It
sounded lame even as I said it.
"I guess not," Mrs. Ross said. There was a hint of
disappointment in her voice. The bathroom door opened
and Kim walked out. I told Mrs. Ross to hold on and
handed over the phone.
"What?" Kim said sharply. I got dressed and listened to
Kim grunt her way through the conversation. She said
some things I don't remember and the conversation ended
with Kim saying, "Go fuck yourself," and slamming down
the phone.
In the few months I've known Kim I can't remember too
many conversations with her mother that didn't end that
way. She got along with her dad a little better, but
not by much. I didn't say anything since the one time I
pushed the issue Kim freaked out and told me to mind my
own business. It was times like these that had me
questioning what I saw in her in the first place.
CHAPTER 6: A NIGHT IN WITH THE LOCALS
Kim and I had dinner at a local place where I decided
to experiment and try a dish I'd never had before. It
turned out badly and I ended up eating more off of
Kim's plate than my own. Afterwards we went to a local
club where Kim insisted standing under a fish tank set
in the wall for fifteen minutes. I soon found out why.
"Are you Kim?" a Portuguese-accented voice yelled over
the music. We turned and saw two girls standing there,
both had copper color skin and dark hair. One girl had
long hair with a braided strand going down the left
side of her face. She had a curvy body with some extra
weight without being fat and wore a halter-top that
showed off her large breasts. Her stomach had one of
those big, deep bellybuttons you usually see on women
of her body type.
The girl who spoke was a little taller with a thin
body, short hair that was cut along her jaw line and a
pair of saucer-sized eyes with plenty of white in them.
She looked very innocent, but the once-over those eyes
gave me followed by the look on her face betrayed
something that said she could eat me alive.
"Maria?" Kim asked.
"Yes," short hair replied and then indicated her
friend. "And this is Isobel." Maria turned to me. "You
must be Carol."
I was good and confused. Kim turned to me and said,
"Surprised?"
"A little," I said sarcastically. Kim explained that
she had met Maria in a lesbian chat room on the
Internet. I knew Kim talked to lesbians around the
world but she never mentioned one from Rio. She must
have been planning this for a while.
The four of us ended up dancing for an hour or so and
then Kim said we should all go back to the house. I had
a feeling this was where things were going, but I
didn't want to ask Kim in front of Maria and Isobel. On
the one hand I was excited, I'd always wanted to invite
another girl into our bed.
Kim was aware of this because it was the stories about
her exploits with three other girls in high school that
planted the seed of this particular desire. On the
other hand I was nervous because I was afraid my sexual
inexperience would be very obvious.
Back at the house we mixed some drinks and sat on the
patio. Maria had planted herself in a chair next to
mine and we talked for a while. It turned out the girls
were from a nearby town and they were both twenty-one.
I told her a little about me without going into too
much history about my lack of love life.
Maria asked if she could kiss me and I said yes, but at
first she just stared at me for a few moments. I don't
know if she was a little apprehensive, like I was, or
if she was looking for something in my face. For all I
knew she trying to count my freckles.
Maria broke the stare by lowering her eyelids until
they were half open, tilting her head a little and
leaning towards me with her lips slightly parted. Just
before we made contact she stopped, her face mere
centimeters from mine. I could feel the heat of her
breath on my lips. Her tongue came out and gave a quick
swipe along the front of my lips.
I'd only been with two girls before Kim, my roommate
from college and my best friend Lorna from back home.
Lorna and I started kissing each other and even ended
up fooling around a few times, but I really had
feelings for her and there were times I thought she
felt the same way. I was too nervous to push the issue
and I think she was too nervous about being labeled to
get seriously involved with me.
Eventually she got a boyfriend and forever left me to
wonder if we could have been more. My roommate was
basically a straight girl who wanted to fool around
with another girl for the experience. Kim was the first
experienced girl I'd ever been with, which wasn't
really saying much because her 'clique' was the only
experience she'd had before me. But with how turned on
Maria got me at this point alone I realized my
experience status was about to change a little.
I moved in and tried to kiss Maria but she moved her
head away. I settled back into my position and suddenly
Maria leapt forward and kissed me. Her tongue made nice
with my tongue and it felt like melted chocolate in my
mouth. Maria's hands went to the back of my neck and
caressed the skin there. Then her hands moved so her
fingers could caress the sides of my neck while her
thumbs lightly moved over my throat and the bottom of
my chin. As the kiss came to an end Maria took my lower
lip and sucked it between hers, then used her tongue to
lick my lips.
"Why don't we go where there's more room?" Kim said.
Maria and I looked up to see Kim and Isobel standing
over us.
The master bedroom had a king-size bed that could fit
the four of us. Kim took some toys out of the bedside
drawer- a vibrator, a clitoral kiss and some lotion.
Isobel had gone to her car and when she came back she
had a paper bag. From it she pulled out a set of anal
beads and tossed them alongside Kim's toys, then went
to the stereo and put in a CD of slow guitar music. We
decided to pair off first to get used to new partners,
Isobel and Kim took the left side of the bed while
Maria and I took the right.
Maria and I spent some time kissing and caressing each
other. She pulled away and smiled as she undid my top
and pulled it off, then leaned down and kissed along my
left shoulder as her hand caressed my left tit. I
leaned my head back in pleasure as her kisses moved
down my chest to where her hand was.
She didn't take my nipple in immediately; but simply
let her breath entice the sensitive skin. While this
happened she ran her fingertips very lightly on the
undersides of my globe. Then all at once her hand
cupped the underside of my breast as she sucked my
nipple into her mouth. The combination made me moan in
pleasure.
I heard another moan just after mine. On the other side
of the bed Kim was lying down and Isobel was on top of
her. They were both already naked, Isobel was sucking
hard on a mouthful of Kim's left tit and her right hand
was working Kim's right nipple. Isobel's left hand was
between the Kim's legs, moving just enough to confirm
the obvious.
Maria started licking my right breast all over,
skipping the areole, and covering it in her saliva. I
was surprised when she moved her head back but then she
pursed her lips and started blowing on it. Her head
moved in slow circles, moving from the outside and
slowly zeroing in on my areole. My nipple was already
hard as she took it into her mouth and rolled her lips
over it.
"Hey," Isobel called to us. They had turned over so Kim
was lying on top of Isobel. "We going to turn this into
a foursome or what?"
Maria turned to me. "So impatient," she said, then
turned to Isobel and said something in Portuguese.
Isobel said something back and Maria just rolled her
eyes as she took off her clothes.
I followed suit, figuring Maria had given in. I scooted
over to lie next to Isobel and Maria moved into
position between my legs. She used her hands to start
playing with my pussy, running them through my pubic
hair before playing with my folds. When her tongue
licked the entire length of my slit I cooed and thought
of what was to come.
It was a short anticipation- her tongue began slowly
licking every inch of my cunt like it was looking for
something. I turned to see Isobel making an "O" with
her mouth as a moan escaped her. I decided to fill up
that hole and grabbed her by the back of the neck and
pulled her towards me.
Our mouths made soft love to one another as our hands
found each other's breasts and played around. I was so
turned on, not just because I was having sex, but also
because it was with more than one girl.
Ever since Kim had told me about how she had sex with
several girls at once in high school, all I could think
about was trying it. I'd even lay in bed at night
dreaming about it. Now here I was doing it for real. I
couldn't think of anything that would feel better than
this. Not that thinking took up that much of my time-
feeling was the act of the moment.
I had a girl's tongue in my mouth, her hands on my
breasts, and another girl's tongue in my feasting on my
pussy. Let's just say I was a little overwhelmed at the
moment.
It was about to get better as Maria put her tongue up
my hole. I moaned loudly into Isobel's mouth, and she
started sucking on my tongue as Maria moved hers in and
out of me. Isobel climaxed before I did, so as she laid
there in orgasmic bliss, Kim came up and kissed me.
"Enjoying yourself?" she asked.
"Uh, Uh huh." Kim laughed and then went down to my
breasts and started playing with them. I closed my eyes
as she started sucking at my left nipple. Maria found
my clit and played with it with the tip of her tongue.
I still felt Kim sucking on my left nipple when
suddenly I felt something soft and wet on my right
nipple. Knowing Kim wasn't that talented I opened my
eyes to see that Isobel was back in the game.
The two girls licked and sucked my tits while their
hands caressed every inch of my skin they could reach.
I had to revise what I'd thought before, I couldn't
think of anything better than this. The feelings were
incredible, and the naughty side of me was reveling in
the moment.
I had three girls pleasing me sexually, what could
possibly make this situation any better? Then the
thought of another girl sitting on my face as I ate her
out entered my mind. That's my naughty side, always
coming up with something else.
Maria pressed my clit between her lips, lightly at
first, slowly increasing the pressure until she sucked
hard on it. That threw me over the edge. Kim and Isobel
started sucking hard on my nipples and the pleasure I
was receiving in all three areas, all at the same time,
was so incredible that my orgasm was like none I'd ever
had before.
My body was thrashing and jerking so hard all three
girls struggled to hold onto their positions.
Afterwards I lay there in a bliss that I knew I'd
remember for a long time.
Maria cleaned me up and we switched around so Kim was
lying down while Maria and I sucked on her tits and
Isobel ate her out. Kim was her usual loud, vulgar self
as she spewed out curse words like a truck driver.
Something always turned me on about that, the fact that
such vulgar language came from such a pretty little
thing. After that we switched again and I was between
Maria's legs, which I pushed apart wide and licked from
her folds all the juices that had already accumulated
there.
Using long, slow licks from bottom to top I had Maria
moaning in no time. Then I got down to business, using
my lips to suck on hers and getting her good and worked
up. I spread open her hole and slowly moved my tongue
inside until I was as far as I could go and then
wiggled it around some. I pulled it out almost all the
way and then slowly went back in again and wiggled.
A few more times of that and Maria was yelling in her
language. When I finally pulled out of her the whole
way I sucked on my tongue when it was back in my mouth
and savored the fruits of my labor. I took two fingers
and rubbed them up and down her labia, being sure to
coat them with her juices, and then stuck them into her
hole while I went to work on her clit, sucking it,
licking it and even blowing on it.
Just as Maria came her legs closed and clamped onto my
head like a vise. It actually started to hurt and I
called out in pain more than in pleasure, but before I
could complain she came off her high and let go. I
looked up at her and said, "You're legs almost cracked
my head open."
"Sorry," she said.
"Gymnast in high school?"
She shook her head. "Swimmer." I moved up and lay on
her side. Kim and Isobel moved in too and we all
relaxed and cuddled for a while. During that time I
found out that Maria and Isobel had known each other
during high school but never ran in the same crowd.
After graduating they discovered their common interest
after seeing each other at a lesbian club.
Kim made the two girls promise to take us to that club
the next night. A horrible little thought entered my
head, an addendum to my plan that might make the break
up seem more natural. I filed it away for later.
It wasn't long before we were back at it again with Kim
was between Isobel's legs. Isobel leaned up on her
elbows and asked me to come to her. She had me kneel
over her face and started eating me out. I put my
forearms against the wall for balance and looked down
at the top of Isobel's head. Her eyes looked lazily
content with their lids half closed, then they would
pop open every once in a while, probably responding to
Kim's tongue.
Meanwhile I moaned as I felt her tongue hard at work
between my legs. Almost by instinct I started gyrating
my hips on her face, my clit brushing up against her
nose. I screamed this time when I came and I had to
lean against the wall for a moment before I crawled off
Isobel.
Lying on the bed and watching my girlfriend bring her
to orgasm, I watched for Isobel's face to take on that
pained look I've seen before. But when Isobel turned
her face towards me it looked sad instead of pained,
and for a moment I played with the thought that she
could read my mind, seeing the devious plan I had
thought up.
Maria crawled up next to me and pulled my head to her.
She gave me a brief kiss and looked into my eyes.
"Let's go outside and look at the ocean," she said.
I nodded and we left Isobel and Kim to their fun. Maria
and I went downstairs and out onto the patio. I felt a
rush as I walked naked into the open air of nature.
There was a full moon that night and it almost seemed
to light up the ocean. We stood silently admiring the
view. Then Maria pulled me into her arms and gave me
another soft kiss. Her hands slid down and squeezed the
cheeks of my ass.
"You have a really nice ass," she said, followed by
giggle.
"Thanks," I said sheepishly, practically feeling myself
blushing. There was just something about Maria.
Suddenly her lips were next to my ear. "Would you mind
if I showed it a little attention?" she whispered.
I swallowed and said, "Sure."
"Lay on your stomach."
I laid down on a deck chair and felt Maria's hands on
my ass cheeks as she pulled them apart. The long, slow
lick of her wet tongue up my crack sent shivers that
I'd never felt before. I moaned in approval as I felt
her tongue working its way around back there and then a
sharp wave of pleasure hit me as she made contact with
my rosebud. It was the closest thing I could imagine to
feeling an electric shock.
"Oh, whoa," I let out as she started licking my
asshole. Kim would put a finger up there but never her
tongue, I don't know if it was because she wasn't into
it or was as ignorant about it as I was. I'd never even
thought of it. As I lay there enjoying the sensation I
realized how calm I was. I looked out onto the beach
and watched the waves come crashing to the shore, and I
remember feeling more alive at that moment than I'd
ever felt before.
The breeze on my body made my skin tingle and each
intake of breath sent a wave of excitement through
every inch of my being. It felt like being lost in
serenity. I'm not sure if it was caused by what Maria
was doing or if it was my mind slowing down and taking
in the scenery, but looking back, I realize that it was
the calm before the storm.
Maria gave my rosebud a little kiss and crawled up onto
my back. Kissing the back of my right ear, she asked,
"Did you enjoy that?"
"More than you'll ever know."
Kim and Isobel came downstairs and we decided to take
another break. Isobel and I went upstairs to go to the
bathroom while Kim and Maria mixed us some more drinks.
I talked with Isobel some more about the lesbian club
and asked some questions with my devious plan in mind.
When our significant others arrived they were excited.
Apparently they came up with a great idea, so after we
had our drinks we ended up laying on our sides
positioned in a square. My face was at Isobel's pussy,
she was facing Kim's pussy, Kim was facing Maria's and
Maria was facing mine. It was something called an
'Amazon Chain'. We went at it and it was awesome.
At one point Maria stuck her finger in my ass and that
drove me to orgasm. Once we all came we switched
positions so everyone was sucking off the person who
just did them. As we changed Kim grabbed the vibrator
and other goodies and put them in the middle of our
square.
"Feel free to play with the toys," she said.
I started licking Maria's pussy, alternating between
sucking on the whole thing with my lips and licking it
with my tongue. When I blindly reached into the middle
of the pile my hand came out holding the string of anal
beads.
"Um, how do I use these?" I asked. My embarrassment of
inexperience was overcome by the fear of hurting
someone if I did it wrong.
Maria broke contact with Kim's pussy long enough to
say, "Lube them up and stick them in." Great, thanks
for the detailed directions. Whatever, it was her
asshole on the line. I rubbed the beads in Maria's
pussy juice and started pushing the beads into her
accepting asshole while I kept her pussy going with the
fingers from my other hand.
I heard a buzzing and looked over at Kim, who was
using the clitoral kiss on Isobel. I managed to finish
getting the beads into Maria's ass when I felt
something poking at my hole. I had to stop what I was
doing with Maria because a wave of pleasure washed over
me and shook me to the core. My eyes went to the middle
of the bed and I noticed the vibrator wasn't there. I
could feel where it was though as Isobel slowly pushed
it into of me and slowly moved it out again.
I went back to eating out Maria as Isobel fucked me
with the vibrator. It wasn't easy because the feeling
of the vibrations was really getting me off. At one
point when Isobel was pulling it out of me I remembered
the anal beads inside Maria. I pulled on the string and
popped them out one by one and I guess she really liked
it because she began to climax. I sucked up all her
juices and rolled what I had around in my mouth for a
moment, savoring that bittersweet taste I love so much.
Isobel started pumping the vibrator in and out of me
with more vigor, causing me to gasp. I swallowed for
fear that I would choke on the leftovers of Maria's
pleasure. Wouldn't that be ironic? Choking to death on
someone's cum? I pulled the last anal bead out of
Maria's ass as I enjoyed the feeling of Isobel's expert
use of a vibrator. My whole body started shaking and I
tried to say something but it kept getting caught in my
throat. Isobel stopped what she was doing and looked at
me with a smile.
"There something you're trying to say?"
"Yeah," I said breathlessly, "don't fucking stop!"
She laughed and started up again. The only thing I was
doing to Maria now was holding my arms around her body
for dear life as I climaxed with some very loud yells,
managing to get out words like-
"Uh, God, yeah, fuck, oh, shit, good, fuck, unh,
uhhhhhhhhhhhh!" And with that I had my third climax for
the night. I lay there trying to catch my breath as
Isobel sucked the vibrator clean, then cleaned up
between my legs.
While that was happening, Maria, who was still sucking
on Kim, had folded her legs in half so her feet were
right next to my head. She had the cutest toes, the
kind I like- long and slightly bony. I started sucking
on them a little bit and she cooed. I wasn't exactly
sure if it was for what I was doing, but I had a
feeling it did.
Kim came and Isobel followed not long after that. Maria
had passed out by that time and Isobel crawled over to
lie next to her. I was still breathing heavy as Kim
spooned her body behind mine. She hugged me and kissed
my neck while I closed my eyes.
"I love you," Kim whispered.
It caught me off guard. My eyes opened. I was in no
mood, or shape, to get into the breakup talk now,
especially with two other people in the room. My mind
raced to think of something to say in place of it that
wouldn't get me into trouble. The silence in the air
was getting heavier by the moment. I swallowed hard. I
reminded myself to breathe. Then fear made the decision
for me.
"I love you too," I said.
I had avoided getting into trouble with Kim. Now I was
in trouble with myself.
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Coming soon- Part 2, where things get much, much worse.
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