by Mia Moore
Amanda’s tummy fluttered. “Look who’s talking.” Her hands dropped to grab the hem of her dress and she gave it a tug down.
Mila’s hand shot out and stopped her. “No. Don’t do that. You wear it, you own it. If you think it’s too short, go change. Otherwise, wear it proud, girl.”
Amanda took her hands away. “I’ve never worn this in public.”
Mila’s face screwed up. “So this is your lay around the house leisure wear? This is your version of a baggy sweat shirt and pj pants?” She shook her head. “I don’t get it.”
“Well…” Amanda’s face flushed. “I wear it when I get horny. It gets me in the mood to…”
“Huh? You get dressed up to masturbate?” She let out a short giggle. “That’s just weird, girl.”
The hell with it. After all, they had known each other for years, and did have sex. If she couldn’t come clean with Mila, after all they’ve been through…” She took a breath. “It’s a little more than that. I get dressed up like this to get me into a slutty headspace and then go online—”
“What! You’re one of those webcam sex girls?”
“NO!” Amanda spun on her heels and stalked over to her dining table where her computer was. She woke it up and clicked on the shortcut for 3DXPLAY. “It’s for this,” she said as the screen lit up. “It’s an online game…”
“Like World Of Warcraft?” Mila looked over her shoulder at the screen.
“Sort of, except there’s no battles or blood and guts.”
They both watched as the game loaded.
“Hoooo-leee shit!” said Mila. “It’s an online sex game!” She was transfixed as Amanda booted up her online persona and chose an area of the virtual world to go to. Amanda clicked on ‘Roman Orgy’ and the game reloaded. She watched as Amanda’s avatar, named Venus sauntered through a 3D rendering of a huge ancient styled arcade where other characters were dancing, necking and even having sex!
Amanda tried to explain. “So before I go to this website, I get ready by dressing up. It helps get me in the mood.”
Mila cocked an eyebrow. “You get all dressed up to have sex online.”
Amanda nodded. She felt a little embarrassed. Bullshit. She was really embarrassed.
“You enjoy it?”
Amanda nodded.
“I assume you masturbate while you’re online?”
“Yeah. I have a headset in my bedroom along with my vibrator. I can talk into the mic and who I’m with can read what I say in this window here,” she said as she pointed to a dialog box on the screen.
“And you come.”
“Oh yeah!”
Mila drummed her fingers on the table top next to the computer. “You can come online but you couldn’t get aroused when I was going down on you.”
“Yeah. Kind of fucked up, huh?” Now she felt like an absolute fool. Because this was fucked up. Really fucked up. She pursed her lips. “Look… if you’d just as soon go to this party without me, I’d understand.”
Mila’s eyes flew open wide. “Whaaat?” She shook her head. “Don’t be stupid! Going to this get together with a hot bitch like you is totally cool!” Her eyes went back to the screen. “I understand you a lot better now, knowing about this.”
“What do you mean?”
Mila turned her gaze back to her friend. “You’re only used to one person’s touch—you own. You’ve only had one person be able to get you to come—you.” She tapped the screen with a fingernail. “Your body’s tuned into this… this fake reality instead of what’s really real.” She brought her finger from the screen and tapped the side of her own cheek, thinking. “So, all you need to do is change your body’s focus from what’s on there,” she pointed to the screen, “to what’s out here,” she waved her hand around the room.
“Do you think I’ll be able to?”
Mila snorted. “You kidding? Fake sex versus real sex? Like there’s a contest?” She laughed. “Get real!”
Chapter 14: You Just Might Be Right
They were in Mila’s car driving over to Josh and Carrie’s. Mila was behind the wheel, her miniskirt bunched way up her thighs. Amanda’s micro mini skirt, on the other hand barely covered her ass when she sat in the car.
“Let’s do a warm up while we’re on our way, pet,” Mila said as she wended her way through the streets of Black Rapids. “We have about a fifteen minute drive, so I think there’s plenty of time.”
“A warm up?”
“Yep.” Mila took one hand off the steering wheel and rested it on Amanda’s bare thigh. She began to stroke in small circles. “I’m going to play with you and see if I can get you turned on by the time we get to Josh and Carrie’s.” Her hand glided up under the hem of Amanda’s skirt. “So lean your seat back a little, pet.” When Amanda complied, she added, “Good. Now open your legs a little.”
Amanda spread her knees apart and glanced out the window of the car. Mila was driving a Honda Civic so they were sitting very close together. But worse than that, anyone in a pickup truck, or even mini-van could look down and see what was going on!
“What if someone sees you doing this to me, Mila?” she said.
“Don’t worry, pet. Nobody’s going to see anything. My windows are smoked, and besides you’re going to close your eyes now.”
She was right. Amanda had forgotten; it was hard to see into Mila’s side windows. She had the windows smoked as soon as she bought the car a year and a half ago. Amanda smiled recalling what Mila had said back then: ‘I don’t want to make it easy for people to see what I could be up to in this ride!’ She had been right on the money, that was for sure. She closed her eyes and lifted the lever and eased the seat back.
Mila’s hand was softly stroking the side of her thigh up to her crotch.
“Now I want you to talk to me, Amanda. I want you to talk to me the way you would to your lovers online. Let me be your hand, but tell me what you would be saying right now.” Mila’s hand glided warmly down her leg towards her knee and back up again.
“I’m not sure I can…” she said.
“That’s fine, pet. We have all the time in the world.” Mila’s hand didn’t stop. “Tell me what you see in your head. Where are we in the game right now?”
Amanda closed her eyes.
She was back at one of her favorite locations in the game—‘The Boardwalk’. It was a beachfront setting, modeled on Venice Beach out in California. A range of restaurants and dance clubs faced out onto a boardwalk that curved along the side of a pristine beach. She could hear the waves rolling in as she sat on a padded lounge chair…
“We’re sitting next to each other on a two person lounge chair…” she said, her voice quiet. “You just came up to me and said ‘hi’ and sat down beside me. We chatted a little about what a beautiful warm day it is. You’re wearing a string bikini, and I’m in a two piece. We just put suntan lotion on each other’s back and you’re starting to put more on me…”
“That’s because your skin’s so milky white, pet… I wouldn’t want you to burn…” Mila’s hand began to stroke her as if she was, in fact rubbing sunscreen. “I like the way the lotion smells on you…”
“Yes… but you’re getting really close to my crotch and I’m a little nervous…” Amanda sucked in her breath. “I mean, I’ve never done anything like this before…”
“That’s okay… but if you look around you’ll see a lot of other people are going a lot further than having a sexy suntan oil massage, aren’t they?” There was no hesitation at all in Mila’s voice when she replied.
“Have you ever played that online game, Miss?” Amanda asked.
“I tried it once, pet. Got me pretty damn horny, I have to admit!” She could hear the smile in Mila’s voice. “So are you looking around the beach now…?”
In her imagination Amanda looked past Mila’s figure and saw that the beach wasn’t very crowded right now; there were only a few other players in the game. But what they lacked in numbers, they more than made
up for with enthusiasm. Off to one side she saw a young man going down on an old woman—she had to be at least 70! He was muscular and was wearing a speedo and sneakers. His hands clutched at the woman’s thick waist as his head bobbed up and down greedily. Her head was thrown back, lips pulled tightly against her teeth as she climaxed…
“Yes,” replied Amanda, some people are getting pretty busy…” She felt the car come to a slow stop.
“Keep your eyes closed, pet; I’ve just pulled over for a minute or two. If they give tickets now for texting, what kind of fine would I get for playing with your sweet slit?” Amanda kept the lids of her eyes down. Mila’s hand resumed it’s slow, firm circles up and down her thigh. “Now tell me what’s happening.”
“You’re rubbing my thigh…”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes…”
“What do you like about it?”
“I like your hand on me… I like knowing that you’re wanting me… wanting more of me…” Amanda squirmed in the car seat, and opened her legs further. “I want you to and at the same time I’m scared that you’ll move your hand up…”
“Why would I do that? Move my hand up?”
“Because that’s where my pussy is.” Mila’s hand moved up towards Amanda’s crotch, brushed a fingertip against the edge of her panties and stroked back down to her knees. Amanda’s hips flexed towards Mila’s hand and relaxed back into the car seat.
“You’re panties are damp, pet…” Mila whispered.
“Yessss…”
“Now touch yourself and tell me what you’re seeing in your head… on the game…”
Amanda’s hand snaked under her panties’ fabric and she began to massage her clit, still feeling Mila’s hand rubbing her thigh. “You just stretched me out on the lounge chair, Miss. You’re not saying anything to me, just spreading my legs and lowering your head to my waist. You’re breathing warmly on my belly button and now you… you’re licking it!” She was rubbing her clit harder now. “Oh god… your mouth’s going down to my crotch! You’ve pulled my swimsuit bottom aside and now you’re licking me!”
She felt a second hand join her own rubbing her pussy. Oh shit! She flinched for a second.
“Keep talking pet.”
“Your mouth and tongue are slipping over and up inside me!” She gasped when Mila’s finger pressed against the outer lips of her mons and slid up inside. “Oh shit Mila!”
Her eyes flew open, and Mila’s face filled her vision. She had twisted aside and was pushing a second finger up inside of her as her own hand began to rub her clit harder. “Oh shit, Mila!” she cried out again. She pressed her feet against the car floor, shoving herself back into the seat as she felt the climax begin.
“Close your eyes, pet. It’ll be easier for you.” Mila’s voice had a commanding edge to it, and she shut her eyes tightly. “I’m in you now!” Mila’s fingers inside her pussy, and her own fingers rubbing her clit were almost… yes! She felt it begin in her tummy and pulse warmly down to her pussy.
When the warmth reached her pussy it exploded. “Oh god!” she cried out. Mila was now fucking her pussy with two fingers, ravishing her and all she wanted was more! “Don’t stop! Don’t!” She let herself fall into that delicious forever as her knees began vibrating, shaking and bouncing and the darkness in her eyes exploded into a white and yellow series of flashes.
Mila scooted over and crooked her elbow beneath her head, holding her now as she surrendered to the wave upon wave of ecstasy washing over her. She gasped and grunted her way through it all, each climax building on top of the previous one until all she was able to do was throw her head back and wail.
When her wails faded to groans and moans, Mila’s fingers inside her went still. She was still tucked into the hollow of her neck, and the two women held one another until Amanda’s gasps melted down to steady breaths. Then Mila slowly pulled out from her pussy.
The sense of emptiness made her eyes open slowly. An involuntary pout crossed her lips as a soft sigh escaped.
She looked into Mila’s eyes. “I never did that before!” she said in a whisper.
Mila kissed her forehead. “Here’s to many more!” She flicked open the glove compartment and took out a package of Wet Ones. She cleaned off her fingers, then gently wiped at Amanda’s vulva. “There now,” she said, putting the used towelettes into the waste bin behind the passenger seat. “All done for now.” She waggled her eyes at Amanda. “You’re going to have so much fun tonight!”
“You just might be right…I think I will,” said Amanda as Mila put the car in gear and they drove on.
Chapter 15: Ice Cream Bone
When Mila pulled into Josh and Carrie’s driveway, Amanda was a little surprised seeing only a couple of other cars there. “Are we early?” she asked Mila.
“No, like I said, it’s a small party.” She smiled. “If you enjoy yourself tonight, believe me, there are bigger and better ones available!”
“Oh?”
“Sure. Not just house parties either. Some of the clubs I’ve been to have been pretty wild.” Mila tilted her head at Amanda. “Now listen, pet. We don’t have to go in there. If you’d rather go home and digest what we just did, I wouldn’t blame you.” Her mouth twitched in a wistful smile. “The first time I got finger fucked, I cried.”
“You were still in high school. I’m okay.” Amanda patted Mila’s hand on the steering wheel. “But thanks for saying so.”
“This stuff only works if nobody feels pressured, Amanda.”
“I understand,” she replied, nodding. “Hey!” She pointed at a pickup truck parked in the driveway. “Isn’t that Elena’s husband’s truck?”
Mila glanced over and smiled. “Sure is. The boss is here,” she said opening the door. “If I’m really lucky, I’m going to get to fuck my boss’s spouse!”
Amanda was shaking her head as they walked up to the front door. This was too much. She snickered. However, on the other hand, lunch breaks at work might become something pretty interesting!
Before they could press the doorbell, it swung open. Carrie was at the doorway wearing a red sheer negligee that barely went down to her crotch. She smiled widely at the two women. “I saw you pulling in,” she said. “But considering what I’m wearing…” she smirked. “Or not wearing, I didn’t think it would be a good idea to go out and meet you on the street.”
“Good call,” said Mila. They hugged and kissed and then Carrie turned to Amanda. “We’re getting to see a lot of you lately!” she said with a laugh.
“And, you’ll probably see a lot more of her tonight!” said Mila as they entered and Carrie shut the door behind them. She looked to the side where the living room was. “Where is everyone?”
“We put up a new fence in the backyard,” Carrie said. “It’s totally private now, and so we decided to have the party out there!” She gestured to the kitchen. “Can you give me a hand? I need to bring out some appetizers from the kitchen.”
With Carrie holding a tray of beer and wine, Amanda holding a shrimp ring and Mila bringing up the rear with chips and dip they went through the patio door in the living room out to the back deck.
Elena, Matt and Josh were all in the hot tub which was bubbling away merrily. Amanda sniffed a delicate aroma that was warm and woody. She glanced around for incense sticks but didn’t see any.
“Oh man, Carrie, you got those hot tub scents we talked about!” said Mila, breathing in deeply. “Is that the sandalwood?”
“Nope,” said Josh. “It’s called patchouli.” He was sitting between Elena and Matt, and they had their hands underwater. Were they playing with his dick? Amanda felt her eyes widen.
Elena raised a hand out of the water and gave her a small wave. “Hi Amanda! I’m really, really glad you came!”
Mila snickered. “So is she!”
There was an awkward silence and Amanda felt her face redden. She stared at her feet, wondering why they weren’t moving for the door. She knew why—becau
se her pussy felt wonderful, that’s why. She made a small smile and said, “You’re a real good finger fucker, Miss Mila!” she said as they deposited their trays on the patio table.
“I never wished I had a cock until right now, pet,” Mila said quietly. “I’m glad you let me be your kind of first.”
Amanda put her arms around her neck and kissed her deeply. Their tongues entwined and she felt Mila’s hands running down her sides. Gripping the hem of Amanda’s dress, Mila gently tugged the stretch fabric upwards, baring Amanda’s ass. She broke the kiss and took half a step back, and with a flourish, drew it completely off.
Amanda stood naked in front of everyone. She dropped her head and entwined her fingers together. She was surprised at how mild her embarrassment was. She was more aroused than embarrassed; especially when she felt Mila’s had on the small of her back.
“Yum, yum yum,” Josh and Matt said at the same time.
“This is all kind of new for me,” she said in a small voice.
“We know, Amanda,” said Carrie. “To be honest, I’m pretty surprised to see you here.” She put her hand on the younger woman’s shoulder. “You’re very pretty—”
“Bullshit. She’s fuckin’ hot!” said Matt.
Carrie giggled. “Yes, she is.” She gave a small tug on Amanda’s shoulder, causing her to look up. “You need to understand something. Being wanted and desired doesn’t mean you have to do anything about it. You are pretty hot; but you’re also in control of what you do and with who, if you do anything, okay?”
Amanda nodded. “So if I just want to sit at the table and watch all you guys have sex, that would be okay?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time you did that,” Josh piped up.
A small look of disappointment flitted across Carries face before she nodded. “If that’s all you want to do, that’s fine. You are the one that sets your limits.” She gave a small smile and shrugged. “That’s not to say I’m not disappointed! But…” she held up a finger. “I wouldn’t want to play with you unless you wanted me just as badly.”
