by Mia Moore
“Another day at the office?” said Josh. He shook his head a little. “It’s really not like that. We only play with people we’re attracted to. Aaand…” he inhaled and blew out his breath. “We’re both really attracted to you— ”
“So much it’s scary, Jessy,” Carrie said, cutting him off.
The three of us were standing in a sort of triangle near the foot of the bed. I took a long pull on my Red Stripe and looked at each of them. “Let me see if I got this straight—you’re the experienced Swingers here, and you’re nervous.” They both gave me a silly smile and nodded. “Well, how the hell do you think I feel then!”
We all laughed at that.
“Well, for starters, I’m going to get out of your way,” said Josh. He went out to the balcony and retrieved one of the chairs from the patio. “Doesn’t mean I’m not going to watch, it just means that I’m going to leave you two alone until I’m invited.” He gave me an evil grin. “I figure I have a good shot at that.”
He tucked the chair over into a corner. He took off his clothes and sat down facing us. “Oops!” he said. He stood up and grabbed a second beer from the fridge, cracking it open. “This way I won’t be a distraction,” he said.
Distraction? I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. It was standing at full attention. He wasn’t ‘blessed’ with one of those porn star nine inch Ladykillers, thank God. He looked about average size—which is great as far as I’m concerned. Judging by the shape both he and Carrie were in, he could probably bang me for hours when that time came. And since he wasn’t too big… well, that would be fine with me.
Carrie put her arm around me. “Like what you see?”
I turned to her. “I think we’ll figure out something to do with that package later.” I kissed her. “Much, much later.”
“MMmm…” she replied. She took my face in her hands and pulled me into her mouth.
When our tongues met, Josh ceased to exist. I closed my eyes. I kept my hands still, just relishing the feel and taste of her mouth. The hint of the scotch on her breath intensified the experience. She pushed her tongue into my mouth stiffly. Like a teeny cock. Following her lead, I pulled my head back an inch and began to suck on it, bobbing in and out. It was wonderful. I wrapped my lips into a tiny ‘O’ and gave her face head. She cupped my chin in her sweet, delicate hands and fucked my mouth with her tongue.
Still holding on to one another, we stepped over to the bed in time to Marvin Gaye’s ‘Let’s Get It On’ and sat on the end of it, still kissing.
Carrie’s hands left my face as she broke the kiss. Looking me in the eye, her hand travelled down the front of my top. She placed her hand on my chest. I could feel her palm and my heart racing under it. She moved her hand and began to play with my breast. She started by squeezing it from the side, then massaging and kneading it.
“Your tits are such a turn on for me,” she said. I put my arms behind me and leaned back. Reaching up, she undid the hasp holding my halter top up and peeled it down. Again she let out a little ‘Mmm’. Cupping one breast in her hand, she leaned in and began to kiss and softly suck the surface of the other.
Each touch of her lips on my flesh felt like a tingle. One that went up and down my spine. I let out a sigh.
“You like it too…” she murmured. I could hear every word Carrie was saying, her voice was like silk.
“Mmm.. yes…” I did like it. A lot. I wasn’t able to think to myself about anything, I was so lost in the sensation. Supporting myself on one arm, I put my other hand at the back of her head.
“Carrie, suck my tittes… please…
She moved her head and rooted for my nipple. It wasn’t hard to find with the size of my boobs. She popped a stiffened nipple into her mouth and with her tongue and teeth began to chew and suck on it.
It was electrifying. No guy had ever sucked my tits with her expertise. She alternated between sucking and chewing like she was playing a musical instrument. When the chewing’s intensity peaked, she alternated with softly sucking.
At the same time, her hand had been rubbing my stomach in circles. It went lower and lower until she came to the hem of my top.
Oh God, here we go.
I scooted back on the mattress. Carrie’s head popped off my nipple, her hand dropping down onto my bare crotch. Putting my feet on the bed so they were bent, I opened my knees like a flower.
“Please, Carrie… make me come.”
She got on her knees and scooted up beside me. She started rubbing my pussy up and down the same way I had done to her back at the dance, her finger travelling up and down my slit.
“Oooh! You have a pearl!” she said gleefully when she found my hardened clit. “I wish I did!” She dipped her finger up inside me, sending a thrill up my hips. She slid her finger out and began caressing my pearl in small circles with her moistened finger tip.
We were both still dressed. I reached and began to pull at her skirt. She sat back on her haunches for a moment and shed her dress, tossing it to the floor.
Her hair framed her face in a pixie cut. The sun from her first day showed a faint pink hue. The nipples on her petite breasts showed how aroused she was, they were pointing slightly upwards. She was completely un-self conscious as she smiled at me, her hands resting on her thighs. I had been smiled in that manner by guys, but never before by a woman.
I liked it.
I wished that one day I could kneel on a bed in front of anyone as she was doing without thinking I looked fat.
“You’re beautiful, Carrie,” I said softly.
Her eyes brightened. “You really think so?” I nodded silently.
She smile gave a little smirk. “I shouldn’t be the only one naked though.”
Oh what the hell. I wormed out of my tights and doffed my top and knelt in front of her.
Her face took on an expression of… surprise? Her mouth formed a little ‘O’, and her eyes widened. Damn.
“Yeah, a lot of woman here, Carrie.” My mouth twisted in a small knot. I flipped my head over to where Josh was and back to her. “If you’d rather not, after seeing the goods, I’ll understand.” Like hell, but what else could I say?
Now she looked bewildered. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“I can see the expression on your face, that’s all.” I started moving to the side of the bed when she leaned over and grabbed my forearm stopping me. “You didn’t realize how fat I am until I took off my clothes.”
She blinked twice and brought her face close. “Whaaat? You think I’m let down or something?”
“Something… yeah.”
She shook her head and smiled. “Jessy, you’re so far off base you’re not even in the same ballpark.” She gave my arm a little shake. “Now you can believe me or not, but when you took your clothes off, the thought I had was that you’re even hotter than I had hoped from seeing you this afternoon in that blue dress.” She shook my arms again. “And that’s the truth!”
I closed my eyes and pursed my lips. I wanted to believe her. I really did. But I only knew her for a matter of hours, and ‘tubby’, ‘fatso’, and ‘pig’ have been ringing in my ears for years and years. Inside, I felt like I was being torn in half. One half was trying to tell me that Carrie was saying the truth. The other half was telling me there was a different, more comfortable truth. Wasn’t it?
Hadn’t I always been ‘Fat Jessy’?
Wait!
I clenched my eyes tightly and put my hands on my head.
I hadn’t been called ‘Jessy’ in years! Mom called me Jessy as long as I could remember!
Until she died when I was 12. And then…
Then it was my older brother at first. Jacob who was nasty to me for no other reason because he could. Then Dad picked up on it every time he got drunk. Which, with Mom gone, became just about every night. His built in drinking buddy, his son Jacob, started tearing at me at the same time I started puberty. They both shared that nasty streak to the day I left home at 17.
From the day I moved out, I always went by Jess.
Before tonight, they were the last people to call me Jessy.
Fat Jessy.
My hands started to shake just a little. What the hell is going on here? Naked therapy? I tried to stifle a laugh. Didn’t work. It started as a snigger, then I was sitting there with my eyes still closed laughing quietly.
A hand on my shoulder. A soft, petite hand. “Hey… you okay?”
I opened my eyes and looked at Carrie. Josh had gotten up and was standing behind her. Concern was written on both their faces. “Why are you crying?” asked Carrie.
I started laughing even harder. “I’m laughing, not crying!” I calmed down a bit and looked at each of them in turn. “Yeah, I’m good. I think I’m starting to actually believe you… about the way I look I mean.” I smiled at both of them.
The look on Josh’s face was priceless. “Were you just laughing?”
“Yep.”
“At us?”
“No. At me.” I stretched out across the bed, onto the pillows. I crossed my arms above my head. Yes, her telling me out loud would make it true. This was ironic. I’ve been told I was hot by just about every guy I’ve fucked. Often just at last call in a bar. With Carrie, somehow it was different. I saw something in her eyes when we were introduced at the airport. But I really didn’t understand. This was something deeper than just fishing for a compliment. I was hoping she would diminish somehow ‘Fat Jessy’. “I want to believe you, Carrie, I really do. Tell me why I’m hot? I’ve never felt I was.”
Josh gave a little wave and returned to his seat.
She was still kneeling before me. She cupped her chin in her hand. “I really don’t know how or where to start, Jessy.” She scotched over again on her knees so I was within reach. She kept her eyes on me and reached out stroking my hip.
“You being hot is more than any particular part you got, okay? I’m really not bi you know— ”
“Coulda’ fooled me,” I said with a smirk.
“Smartass. Let me finish. I call myself ‘Bi-Friendly’.”
“What’s that?”
“Well, if a woman Josh and I meet, wants to play with a girl, and she’s cool and stuff, I go for it if everything else is good between the two couples.” She gave her head a small shake. “I don’t take one for the team though. If I can’t find something attractive about the woman, I don’t do it.”
“What does taking one for the team mean?”
“Doing something only because everyone else wants you to.” She nodded a little. “It’s the beginning of a slippery slope, one that usually ends up in a bad place.” With a small smile, she added, “It’s one of the Prime Directives in the Lifestyle—don’t take one for the team.” Letting out an exhale, she said, “My point is that I have never been attracted to a woman before you. I’ve never made the first move on a woman like I did with you today.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” Her hand still on my hip, she looked me up and down, then back to my eyes. Her brows furrowed. “Now as to why? I really don’t know, it was so sudden. It wasn’t any particular aspect of you, it was all of you all at once.” She smiled. “But let’s take a look at the parts that add up to the sum; see if we can determine the ‘Gestalt of Jessy’.”
Her saying ‘Jessy’ made it sound sweet to me again.
She began to rub my hip again. “I love your hips and ass. I really, really do.” Her hands travelled across my waist and belly. “My own ass has more in common with a ten year old boy than a grown woman, I’m afraid.”
“Bullshit.”
“Nooo…Zumba. Now hush.”
“Your ass is definitely large, yes. But what’s special about it is how it’s got that little bit of bubble when you walk. Josh and I noticed it at the airport, but then saw how your ass swayed when we met again in the restaurant. Heels love your ass, Jessy. I love your ass. Especially how well it works with your hips when you walk.”
She bent over and kissed the side of my hip and sat back up again. The touch of her lips made me tingle—so what else is new?
Her hand glided up to my tits. “These are epic,” she said as her hand rubbed each of them. My nipples started responding immediately, but I stayed still. Usually with a pair like these, they droop by the time we’re in our late 20’s, right? Yours still stand up.”
Not as much as hers, but I understood her point. Even though I’m a generous D, I can go without a bra and not have them tickle my belly button. I always considered them my best attribute.
Her hand glided back down to my stomach. Damn. From first to worst.
“I love your tummy.”
“Your full of it—call a spade a spade and a gut a gut.”
Her eyebrows furrowed again as she shook her head a little. “Nooo… it’s a tummy. There’s no stretch marks, and it wasn’t hanging over your waistline.”
“I buy clothes that fit.”
“Ya ain’t wearin’ any now girl! No, what I like is that it’s soft, “she was rubbing her hand in a circle around my navel. “And what makes it sexy is how it’s just in front. It’s not a spare tire going all around. It’s a tummy.” She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “It drives Josh crazy!”
She sat back again and now her hand went down to my crotch. I was laying on my side with one foot planted in the bed. I opened my upraised knee more. What she had done a few minutes ago to my pussy… I wanted more of that.
“I love how swollen your pussy gets when you’re turned on. I like how you keep it shaved— bald beavers rule for this girl. And furthermore…” she leaned in again, down between my legs and gave my twat a few broad licks. My breath caught in my throat and she giggled.
Sitting back up, she said “I love its scent, and its taste. Not too tart, not too sweet. Kind of like the way a good orange tastes, you know?”
Now she stretched out beside me, our faces close. “You do know you’re damn pretty, don’t you?” I gave a little shrug. Haven't been told that in a long, long time. “No, really, you are,” she said in response. Her hand came up to my face, touching each part. “Your eyes are set apart just right, and they’re a beautiful shape—almost doe eyed, but not too much. And I love their color.” Her hand moved along. “Your nose is perfect. Not too big, and not too small. Very good.” Taking her hand away, she came in close. “And all the parts lead to this soft and supple and very, very tasty mouth.”
She kissed me. And our tongues rolled into and over each other like a pair of mating cobras. I reached behind her and clutched her to me. My knee came up and planted it between her legs, massaging her crotch. She responded by clamping down on my knee, riding it.
I rolled both of us over until I was above her. I was hot. Hot looking and hotter than hell for her. I bent over and kissed and sucked on her breasts, but only briefly. My face trailed down her chest, licking her belly button and down between her legs.
With a sigh, she spread out her legs. “Make love to me Jessy,” she sighed.
I went down on her. Any apprehension I might have had was gone like it never existed. I wanted her to come, I wanted to come. I wanted us to come.
I bent at the waist and stroked her thighs apart as I eased myself down the bed so my head was in her crotch. I spread her outer lips with both hands. I had never seen a pussy this up close before. I closed my eyes and inhaled through my nose. She had a light aroma that had body to it; like a rosebush growing in the middle of a patch of sweetgrass.
I tilted my head up and watched her eyes as I rolled out my tongue. Enraptured in her visage, I began to taste her. The taste of her was as wonderful as her fragrance. I yawned my mouth open and covered the top of her pussy, rolling and lashing her sweet spot with my tongue as I watched her eyes spring open wide and her breath intake sharply. Good. I lowered my head and caressed and loved her pussy with my hungry mouth.
She began to gently flex her ass cheeks, pushing her mound softly into my mouth, urging me with “Mmm…” My tongue was now up
inside of her, caressing and tasting her as deeply as I could. Her pussy was slickly firm on my tongue as I laved and caressed her walls, tilting my head from side to side, each lick ending up at the top of her clit.
I pulled my head back up to watch my Carrie. “You taste wonderful!” I breathed, “I had no idea…” I punctuated my words with a sweet kiss at the top of her cleft. She responded with a mewl like a hungry kitten.
I put my head back down between her legs, kissing her thighs, teasing her. She closed her legs on me and her hands grasped lightly at my hair.
“Jessy… please….” Again, her voice came was soft.
I went back to her clit, now attacking it. I started to softly chew on it in a rhythm, alternating between licking it with my tongue followed by my lower lip, then nibbling at it. She began to undulate under me now.
Keeping my pace, I wormed one of my hands up towards my mouth. When she began to raise her hips above the mattress, I shoved two of my fingers up inside her. Deeply.
“Ohhh yeaaahhh!” She began to buck against me. “Oh shit yeah Jessy!”
My fingers splayed out inside her, I twisted my wrist, fucking her now with them. I drew them outwards and with another twist I found her G-spot.
That was all she needed. Now her hands clutched at my hair, pulling on me. She rolled to the side, but I didn’t let her interrupt my ministrations. She was panting and grabbing at me, calling out my name louder and louder as I took her to the edge.
