by Various
“Oh, it is,” Brooke said softly and grabbed onto the bottom of my shirt again. “It’s something very good.”
When my confusion reached its apex, all of my questions were answered by the simple flick of the wrist. She pulled my shirt up over my head, exposing to her the red lace bra that I bought “just in case”. Never once, though, did I think that Brooke would be the one who got to see it.
She quietly slipped her hands over my shoulders and under the straps. After that, she wasted no time pulling them down over my arms. There was a brief moment where I wondered whether or not I could even go through with the things that she obviously wanted. I’d never been with a woman before. Hell, I’d never really even considered it until I caught the hungry look in Brooke’s eyes. The woman was probably the hottest one in Collins and now, as she paused for me to remove my arms out from my bra straps, I was faced with a decision. It was obvious by the signs that my body was giving me that I wanted it. The real question was: did I dare?
In a sudden display of bravado that I had no idea I was capable of, I pushed away from the sink and kissed her. At first, I felt Brooke’s posture tense up like she was surprised, but that soon gave way when she closed her eyes and jerked my bra down.
I pressed my naked tits against her full tube top. Through the fabric, her large, pointed nipples rubbed against mine and made me shudder with delight.
Brooke’s tongue was soft and perhaps even more skilled than David’s. It was like she knew exactly what I wanted and how I wanted it. She reached up between us and squeezed my breasts with both hands.
“Here’s the deal,” she said after breaking away from our kiss. “David wants to fuck you again and I know that you feel the same way.”
I bit my lip and arched my back, pushing my mounds against her hot palms as I replied weakly, “Maybe.”
“No.” She squeezed and massaged them in hard, tight circles. “Not maybe. If it was as good for you as it was for my husband, then I’m sure your tight little pussy has been begging to see him again. It has, hasn’t it? I can see it in your eyes.”
With an answer still absent, she kneeled down and started to circle one of my hard points with her tongue. A minute or so after that, her soft lips wrapped around and suckled me gently. I moaned and inched my hips toward her. Brooke let go of my point and looked up from between my tits.
“So if I like what I see tonight, the three of us will get together and, uh,” she paused and dragged her tongue across my nipple again. “See what happens.”
“You mean,” I gasped and carefully brushed some of her pale locks out of her face. “Like a threesome?”
Brooke chuckled and kissed my bare stomach. After that, she finally unhooked my bra and tossed it onto the floor.
“That’s exactly what I mean.”
She inched ever south, but I still wasn’t sure. I was already in over my head, but a threesome with her and David? It was a lot to take in. She was one of the sexiest women I’d ever met, while David was a ripped, tough man who every girl probably dreamed of. I know I did. In the back of my mind, I kept wondering whether or not it was all a trick or, worse, a dream.
Brooke traced a slow, wet line around my belly button with the tip of her tongue. When it approached the top of my shorts, she slipped them down to my ankles and smoothed her hands over the red lace that hugged my hips.
By the time she fell to her knees and started to kiss her way down the delicate fabric, my mind was made up. There was no way I could go back from where I was; where we were. As I watched her push apart my thighs and press her chin against the growing wet spot on my panties, I even started to forget about David. I didn’t know if I would ever completely escape the way that his touch haunted my thoughts, but where his energy was like a wave, Brooke’s was like a tornado. After just minutes of massaging through my underwear, I was helplessly wrapped up in her presence.
Brooke pulled my panties to the side, kissed the precipice of my slit once and stood back up for our lips to meet once again.
I eagerly stripped off her small shirt. I needed so badly to see what was under it that I couldn’t wait any more. The first things that I noticed once she was topless were the small rings of silver that looped through each of her pointed nipples. At the end of each one was a small, crystal-clear bead.
I reached out and cupped both huge tits. They were way bigger than mine, for sure, and I was more than a little intimidated. Perhaps sensing my distress, Brooke flipped her hair back, kissed the side of my neck and whispered, “It’s okay. I’ll only bite if you ask me to.”
With my lips clenched together to keep from screaming, I extended both of my thumbs and rubbed her tips with quick, soft flicks. Those timid movements were soon replaced by greedy squeezes and pinches as I explored her toned body. The inhibitions that I had seemed to melt away and were all but gone when I felt her push her hips forward and grind her crotch against mine. With that one, simple movement, she made the decision for me: I was hers. No matter what she asked for, I’d do it with a smile.
I pushed back, forcing my wet panties against her skirt, and moaned to the ceiling, “Then bite me.”
Brooke rocked hard against my pussy and sank her teeth into the hot nook between my neck and shoulder. I yelped a little from the pain, but it felt so good that my entire body shuddered with pleasure. She bit harder and tugged on my skin with a groan. All the while, her hips never rested.
“Oh my god,” I cried and moved my hands to her full, round ass. With a quick tug, her dark skirt fluttered to the floor and I was met by the sight of her bare pussy. She wasn’t wearing any panties to begin with.
Brooke, now completely naked, had the body of a god and skin that was tanned like honey. She hooked one finger through my underwear on each hip and pushed them out of the way. We kissed again and then both looked down, our heads resting against each other.
I didn’t hesitate. I couldn’t. Instead, I grabbed Brooke’s ass, pulled her toward me and forced my mound against hers. Shock waves erupted as our skin met and we started to rock over each other with a slow, teasing rhythm that seemed to happen naturally. I pressed her against me so hard that the muscles in my arms started to scream in protest, but I couldn’t hear them over the fire between my thighs.
“Yes,” Brooke hissed through her teeth. She started to pull back slightly and thrusted against my pussy like she was actually fucking me. “You like it, don’t you?”
My mouth hung open, but I managed a feeble, “Fuck yes.”
Brooke popped her flesh against mine a few times before she pressed us together again and took control.
“Of course you do,” she whispered in my ear. Both of her hands closed around my hips and she leaned back, making sure that our wet folds easily slipped back and forth over each other.
For the first time, Brooke ground against me hard enough to make our swollen nubs graze one another. I cried out for her when they did and moved my hands back to her bouncing tits. They were almost too much for me to control, but that’s part of the reason why I liked them so much.
Brooke rose up onto her tip-toes and stopped at the very top of my mound to make a quick, grinding circle that allowed her nub to glide past against mine again. I squeezed Brooke’s rock-hard nipples between my fingers and closed my eyes.
“I’m, I’m,” I stuttered and let my head fall onto her chest. “Don’t stop.”
Seconds later, I fell over the edge and the first waves of orgasm tore through my insides. My eyes rolled back and I started to scream for her. My voice echoed through the tiny bathroom as if it was coming from a speaker but, like it happened with David before, I didn’t care who heard us.
A rush of slick fluids lubed things up between us, allowing Brooke to glide over me and draw out the last pulses of pleasure. When I was almost done, she slowed and kissed me softly.
“Now it’s my turn,” she whispered and stripped me away from the counter.
With my knees threatening to give out anyway, I let myse
lf fall to the plush rug below our feet and gasped for air with my face pressed against Brooke’s hard, sticky thigh. I wasn’t there long before her hands combed through my hair and wrapped around two large chunks of curls. It was obvious what she expected of me, but I’d never gone down on a girl before and if I screwed it up, I could kiss goodbye the chance of a lifetime.
I pecked the inside of her thigh and pushed her back against the door. Like a cowgirl, she held tight onto my hair and kept me right where she wanted.
“You sure you can handle this?” she asked from above me.
I responded by pushing two fingers into her slick channel. They were surrounded by Brooke’s silky inner walls, which she clenched around my fingers every once in a while. Of course, I didn’t want to keep her waiting for what she wanted most, so hung up my hang-ups and let my tongue glide over her delicate, hairless slit.
At first, I didn’t taste much of anything. Then, when I did, a slick hint of sweetness and pussy skipped across my tongue. It wasn’t anything like what I expected; not bad, but not the greatest thing I ever tasted, either. What made it fun was the reaction that my movements elicited from my sexy, blonde-haired partner. In the time that I spent with my fingers thrusting and my tongue lapping, she fluctuated between reserved gasps and all-out cries depending on how fast I went. Just watching her body respond to my efforts made me ready to go another round. She was hot, powerful and completely helpless to my touch.
Brooke squeezed my hair tighter and started to ride my fingers. Under her, the door that she was pressed against groaned louder as she tried to retrain herself enough for my slow licks to keep up. Eventually, I had to use my free hand to pin her down by the stomach, but it was no easy feat. The woman was stronger than I gave her credit for.
With my nails dug into her skin, I slowed her down enough to wrap my lips around her rosebud and start to suck. Right away, Brooke started to scream for more. Her movements became short and jerky. I may not have been an expert, but I knew the beginning of an orgasm when I saw it.
“Roxy,” she cried and pushed down, forcing my fingers deeper than they had been before. “Oh fuck. I’m gonna come.”
With my lips still around her clit like walls, I snaked my tongue toward it and gave it a few quick, light flicks. That was when I felt the eruption of slick fluids that started at my fingers but eventually began to drip over my knuckles. Brooke bucked against my face like she was riding it and threw her head back against the door so violently that I was surprised we didn’t go right through it. That’s where she stayed for the next minute or so, with her face to the heavens and wails of ecstasy escaping her pouty lips.
“Mmmmmhh,” Brooke growled and rocked her pussy over my lips one last time. She was shaking, but still sounded composed. “We’re re-opening a bar on Wednesday. That little dive over on Amberstone Lane.”
I looked up from between her legs, but could barely see more than her wild, blonde hair over the smooth mountains that hung from her chest.
“Is that an invitation,” I asked playfully, “or an order?”
“Well it’s not an invitation in that case, but you can take it however you want,” she said coyly. “Now get cleaned up and pull yourself together. We’ll be expecting you to stop by and socialize.”
“And then?”
Brooke extended a hand to help me up. After everything that we just did and all that happened, the simple gesture of kindness struck me more than it probably should have. I rested my hand in her sweaty palm and let her pull me back to my feet. When we made eye contact again, she had a smile on her face and a big streak of pink lipstick that was smeared across her chin.
“And then I’ll give you a private tour of our home. It’s on the next lot over.” She quickly pulled her barely-there outfit back on and, without so much as fixing her hair, said, “See you there. Have a nice night.”
“I will now,” I muttered and fell back against the sink where everything started.
With a genuine, unguarded laugh, she let herself out of the bathroom and quietly closed the door. I locked it, but dressed quickly when I remembered that the door was “locked” when Brooke somehow let herself in.
I turned the sink back on again to wash my face and ran handfuls of water through the wild curls on my head that threatened to turn into a full-on afro. It wasn’t a good look on me. Of all the things that I could say about my life right then, at least that was for certain. As for everything else? I had no fucking clue.
Chapter 6
The house phone that I kept mounted near the front door rang to life early the next morning. I was already awake, but since I wasn’t due in at work for several hours, I was busy doing a whole lot of nothing and had to peel myself off of my sofa bed to answer it. I liked to think that I was used to sleeping on the rigid, uneven mattress with the bars that jammed into my back if I tossed the wrong way, but the lop-sided hobble that plagued my stride most mornings said otherwise.
Unlike most mornings, however, my arms screamed with pain when I lifted them any higher than my waist. Initially, I didn’t understand, but as the memories of Brooke’s body and the way she moaned for me came back as clear as a bell, it was easier to put the pieces together. Unlike the time I spent alone with David, everything about my encounter with Brooke wasn’t fogged or hazy. In fact, as I pushed myself out of bed and the muscles in my arms felt like they were being hacked to bits, I drew back the sight from below of her huge, bouncing tits and the way her cries sounded like she was begging with perfect clarity.
Still hunched over just slightly, I shuffled over to the coral-colored handset and yanked it off of the wall mount. In the brief pause between that and when I finally spoke, I suddenly wondered if David or Brooke somehow got my number and were calling to say they changed their minds. Considering how most of the things worked out in my life, I wouldn’t have been surprised, but that didn’t mean it would’ve been any easier to swallow.
“Hello?” I mumbled into the receiver.
“Roxy?” I was so caught up in my own mental diversion that I didn’t recognize Alonso’s voice at first. “Is that you?”
Once I figured it out, I quickly replied, “Yeah. It’s me.” Alonso paused for a second. Through the earpiece that I pinned between my head and shoulder, I heard the rattle and crash of dishes being worked on in the background, along with a muffled voice here and there. “Are you at work?”
“Yes,” he answered and cleared his throat the same way that I hated. “Can I ask you something?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“Did you go to that party last night?”
Though I took care of myself and answered to just about no one, the question made my throat tighten up a little. I didn’t want to disappoint Alonso, I really didn’t, but he was wrong about Brooke and David. There was no way that he could possibly understand, but that didn’t give him license to judge them, either.
“Yes,” I answered and waited for the backlash. Instead, Alonso sighed and clicked his tongue a few times.
“And now I hear that you asked Sally to cover for you on Wednesday, too. What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” I said and forced a chuckle. “Nothing is going on.”
“Was Brooke there?”
With a few stiff pops, I forced my back into an upright position and massaged it. I didn’t really want to answer the question, but word got around in towns as small as Collins. If Alonso really wanted to know--it sure seemed like he did--he could’ve found out with a phone call or two.
Maybe he’s just calling your bluff, I thought and quickly decided to be honest with as many vague details as possible. That doesn’t count as lying, right?
Alonso asked again, “Was she?”
“Maybe.”
“Damn it,” he said, sounding exasperated. Alonso didn’t cuss often, but when he did, I knew that he was angrier than he let on. “What are you thinking?”
“I asked myself the same thing.”
“But you went ahead an
yway.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Silence took over the line. Neither of us knew what to say. He wasn’t a dumb man, not by any stretch, and I think he was onto my game to some extent. There was just no way that he could’ve guessed exactly what I had been up to.
“I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I’ve got it under control.”
“Do you?”
I paused to actually consider the gravity of the honest answer to his question. In my heart, I knew that the situation between David, Brooke and me was under control, but it sure as hell wasn’t my thumb that pinned everything in place. But whose was it, then? David had the authority within the local biker gang’s echelons, for sure, but something inside of me wondered if Brooke was always behind the scenes, pulling the strings. The woman was smart and certainly pretty, but the lingering flashbacks to her sultry face wouldn’t let me discount the possibility that she was up to something more. How much did she have her hands in? What dark secrets lurked behind those emerald eyes?
“Roxy?”
“Yeah,” I said softly.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“Are you still coming in tonight?”
“Obviously,” I snapped at him. Of all the things he asked up to that point, the question really rubbed me the wrong way. I’d worked at Hungry Pete’s for years and hardly ever called off. Then I missed two days and suddenly he was concerned about whether or not I would show up? Fueled by the tangled emotions that whirled around in my head, I continued in a bitchy tone, “Did I say I wasn’t?”
“No.”
“Then get off my case.”
“I’m just worried about you. That’s all.”
“And I’m telling you that there’s nothing to be worried about, okay?”
