Just Breathe Series (Trilogy Box Set)

by Martha Sweeney

  “Not here,” I direct, gently pushing her away from me.

  We dance for another song or two until she announces, “I need to pee.”

  In the restroom, we both enter the same stall. It’s become a regular habit over the years when there’s a long line or one of us has had too much to drink. We take turns with Maggie going first. As I finish fixing my dress, Maggie kisses me. We embrace each other and kiss more passionately. When Maggie dips her hand under my dress, I push her against the stall wall, pinning her.

  “Not here,” I command.

  I’m tempted to continue, but I know that this is not the place nor the time.

  “But I want it,” she whines, leaning forward to catch my lips.

  “Henry’s right out there,” I suggest.

  “I want you,” she begs.

  “This trip is for you and Henry,” I rationalize.

  “I know you need it,” she pokes. “I need it too.”

  “That’s beside the point,” I challenge. “You know how I am about doing things in public and having too many people know. I like my privacy.”

  “Back at the hotel,” she entices.

  I want her too. We’ve only interacted three times the past two month since she started having sex with Henry. The physical interactions with Joe are escalating faster than I have anticipated. If I don’t sleep with Maggie, I just might end up sleeping with Joe.

  “No.” I object. “When we get home.”

  She pouts, but then has the look in her eye of a lightbulb moment. “Remember our first time?”

  “Of course I do,” I agree. There’s no way I could ever forget it.

  Maggie and I were eighteen and still virgins. Sophie, one of Jared’s lesbian friends, worked at an adult shop in WeHo and helped us pick out our first sex toys. We weren’t uncomfortable with Sophie, just the subject matter. I still remember the giddy, nervous feeling I had when we were in the store just looking at all of our options. The feeling heightened when Sophie was handling them and instructing us on which ones she preferred and why, as well as some great position. Sophie inquired to our sudden interest since we had always seemed embarrassed when the topic of sex came up when hanging out prior to our visit. We hesitated at first to give her our reason, but I’m pretty sure she was able to deduce our intentions from some of the questions we asked. Sophie was very thorough and informative, she even offered some insight on what to expect, but ultimately, she said, it’s different for each person with regards to the level of pain in the beginning.

  When Jared caught wind of what Maggie and I were planning, he bought us a few bottles of wine to help take the edge off for when we were ready. Even with someone you trust, it is nerve racking to know you are about to deflower yourself with your best friend. That night, sitting on the bed in the discrete plastic bag, hidden inside my large canvas tote bag I carried around, were three different toys along with some porn sites written on the receipt. Maggie and I sat staring at the bag in my room probably for at least an hour before either one of us said anything. Our pact and New Year’s resolution needed to come to fruition, but that Friday night we just couldn’t do anything but stare, laugh and even play with the toys in ways that were not how they were intended to be played with as we watched a variety of porn. We had never seen porn before, let alone what a penis really looked like. Maggie was staying the whole weekend, so it made it easier for us to get used to holding and touching the toys and the sights and sounds of sex on the laptop.

  The next day, Jared went out with one of his new friends at the time, so we had the apartment to ourselves. After lunch, we resolved to meet our agreement, so we started watching more porn to help coax us into action. Hours went by and we became more comfortable with the overall concept and idea as we played at least two videos per category. Soon, we became comfortable enough to comment on what looked fun and what we might be willing to try with each other and in the future with guys. I admitted to her that I’ve masturbated and did regularly and was relieved when she shared that she did the same. We were at least familiar with the feeling of being aroused, touched and having an orgasm.

  By early evening, we were halfway through a bottle of wine when we were starting to feel a little more adventurous. Putting on a video of three lesbians, we consented to begin touching ourselves while still clothed, and then perhaps go from there. My eyes bounced between the video and Maggie and they eventually settled on watching just Maggie. Our eyes stayed locked on each other until we both orgasmed. As I recovered, Maggie moved closer to me and brought her lips to mine. Her lips were soft, wet and gentle.

  I had kissed a few of Jared’s friends, mostly straight guys and some gay guys who were curious to see what it was like kissing a girl. When your eyes are closed, all you taste and feel is skin, tongue, and moisture, and the only time you notice a difference is if your eyes are open, you touch the other person in certain areas or if they make a sound.

  Our mouths stayed on each other’s, slowly, pleasantly poking and prodding with our tongues. One of my hands found the side of her face pulling her closer to me, causing our bodies to touch at the chest and legs. Leisurely, my hand began to caress her body and she moaned in delight. Maggie returned the exploration of my body with her tiny supple hands and then began to slide my shirt up over my chest. Our lips disengaged to allow her to take my shirt completely off as I sat up. I returned my lips to hers as my hands found the edges of her shirt and eagerly began to remove it.

  I took the lead and started to direct her body backward onto the bed as I lowered myself, straddling over her as our mouths proceeded to massage each other’s. On my hands and knees, I kissed her neck and her hands ruffled in my hair. I moved gradually down to her collar bone and over her chest. Sliding my hands underneath her as I kept my mouth on her warm skin, I unfastened her bra and exposed her breasts to my wet and impatient tongue. She gasped in ecstasy as I sucked on each nipple.

  Working my way down her belly, I started to unbutton her pants. I could smell her before the edge of her panties were exposed. Instead of pulling her pants off right away, I returned to embrace her lips with mine as I dipped one hand along her naked body and slide it underneath the folds of her underwear. She yanked her lips away from mine when she gasped at the touch of my fingers reaching her lower lips. I fondled her with my fingers on and round her nub while licking her nipples. She panted as I circled her clitoris and she grabbed the sheets under her when I dipped one finger inside. Stroking her mounds, Maggie moaned louder and louder as her wetness spread.

  Removing my finger, she whined for more. I used both hands to remove her pants and underwear, but she started kicking them off in a rush. Maggie forced her lips to mine again as she took off my bra. I positioned myself over her this time, pressing my naked chest against hers. Shifting my hips to reach, my hand brushed down her skin to find her sex again. My mouth followed as I continued to explore her wet cave. Maggie breathed in elation as my tongue slipped over her exterior and my fingers eagerly massaged her on the inside. Her sweet smell and taste in my mouth excited my desire more. Within a few more strokes, Maggie climaxed.

  Before she finished convulsing from her release, I began to slide one of the smaller dildos into her soaked opening. Her own moisture would make this process easier and more pleasurable now that she was relaxed. Sliding the toy in a little, I removed it quickly when she sharply breathed in. Maggie begged for more, so I slipped the device back insider her, that time pressing a little further and didn't remove it. She groaned, throwing her head back. I paused momentarily waiting to see her eyes again before continuing with my next thrust. Her moaning grew louder as she bit her lip and nodded for more. Again, I pulled out slightly and then plunged in one fluid movement. I paused waiting for Maggie to catch her breath when I saw the look of both pain and pleasure sweep across her face.

  “Again,” she cried out after several breaths.

  Following her direction, I repeated the thrust and this time her face showed a little less pain
.

  “Again,” she demanded.

  That time, I returned my mouth to her nub and kept my eyes on her as I glided the dildo into her body with more ease.

  “Don’t stop,” Maggie exclaimed.

  I continued licking and pulsing repeatedly until she finally orgasmed and was shaking from the sensations.

  I left the toy inside of her as I slide back up her body, kissing lightly from just above her lower lips all the way up to her neck, waiting for her instructions. She embraced my naked torso with one arm while placing her other hand along side of my face. We rolled together until I was underneath of her. After a few more kisses, she quickly went to the bathroom and removed and cleaned the dildo before returning.

  Maggie kneeled on the bed over me, eager to return the favor. With most of her weight on top, our mouths met again as she caressed my jaw, neck and down to my breasts, and I moaned in satisfaction. Taking the lead, she moved down my body kissing a pathway to the edge of my bottoms. In one fluid movement, she unbuttoned my shorts and had them halfway down my legs.

  We were both completely naked and exhilarated at the site of our unclothed bodies. She mounted me as I had her, pressing her entire hot, naked body onto mine. My skin was on fire and I could feel every little sensation, even her rock hard nipples brushing over me. I felt moisture dripping from my loins as our mouths wildly explored each others. Her mound was fondling mine as she moved her hips back and forth and I moaned loudly from the stimulation.

  Pulling her mouth from mine, she began her adventurous exploration of my breasts and nipples as she carefully manipulated them with her hands and tongue. I groaned in disappointment when she drew away and headed south to my womanhood. As her lips pressed against my sex, my displeasure melted away. I could feel her warm breath sweeping across my skin as her tongue erotically investigated my folds. My hands found their way to my breasts, my eyes rolled in the back of my head, and my senses heightened as she slid a finger inside my cavern. I lost my breath as her mouth and fingers proceeded their slow, tantalizingly delicious rubbing between my legs.

  Moan after moan escaped my throat, getting louder and louder with each passing of her fingers, until the sudden rush of relief filled my entire body and poured out stronger than I had ever felt, even during masturbation. My eyes swelled with moisture, but not near as much as there was between my thighs that Maggie was lapping up. She crawled over me, sucking my skin as I yearned to taste myself on her lips. More. My body craved more and instinctually I began thrusting and rubbing my groin against her leg. We stroked ourselves against each other’s thigh until we reached climax together.

  Slinking back down my body as I tried to regain steady breathing, Maggie waited for my command to enter me with the foreign object. Unable to speak, I nodded with desire, a fervent need. A wicked grin spread across her face as she slowly began to fill me. She pushed gently and steadily as she watched my response. My hands grabbed my nipples, tightening with each passing stroke she nudged in. My insides yearned for more, more throbbing, more thrusting, more of this object inside me. I could feel everything.

  “More,” I cried out in jubilation, “More!”

  Suddenly there was a sensation that was a mixture of pain and pleasure that throbbed, ached inside of me. Maggie started to withdrawal the apparatus from me. Unable to speak, I ferociously shook my head, indicated my wants. Swiftly, she thrusted into me again and I howled at the repeated feeling of titillating torment. My arousal slowly overtook my body as my panting grew with each plunge of her delightful assault on my sex. A feeling of peaceful contentedness rose inside of me as each thrust brought me to a glorious orgasm.

  My eyes were immediately heavy from the exhaustion and my body was triumphantly satisfied from what had just taken place. Maggie joined me, laying on the bed as our body lightly touched. We looked into each others eyes and had a giggling fit for several minutes. Our bodies were pleased, very pleased, but also sore.

  The rest of that weekend, Maggie and I explored each other several more times as we experimented with different positions and ideas we wanted to try from the videos. Our bond as friends was forged into a tie that words cannot explain. I felt safe. I felt free. I felt reborn.

  “I haven’t forgotten either,” Maggie comments. She must have seen me drift off remembering it. “Henry’s never been with two women at the same time.”

  “I’m not sleeping with Henry,” I firmly snap. “We’ve never been with one of your boyfriends. Why would I with your fiancé?” I almost throw up in my mouth after uttering the word fiancé.

  “It’s not like we haven’t shared a guy before,” she gently presses.

  “This is different. You know that,” I explain.

  “You promise that we will when we get back?”

  She’s finally giving up on her quest.

  “Yes,” I agree.

  We head back to the guys at the bar after washing our hands and primping in the mirror. Maggie curls into Henry as I’m left standing by myself.

  “What took you two so long?” Nathan needles.

  “Nothing,” I reply.

  “You two were getting it on,” he claims.

  All of the tension Hiwalani massaged out of me this morning is starting to return.

  “No.” I sharply retort.

  “Leave her alone, babe,” Jared defends.

  “Who was getting it on?” Jimmy questions after sipping his drink.

  “Maggie and Emma in the bathroom,” Nathan giggles.

  “No, we didn’t,” Maggie interjects. “We just kissed.”

  “Wait. I thought you were into men,” Allen inquires.

  “She is . . but, when she can’t find a man to satisfy her needs, she and Maggie hook up. They’ve been dong it since . . .”

  I punch Nathan in the arm, cutting him off.

  “Ow,” he whimpers. “What the hell.”

  Pissed, I walk away not sticking around to hear the rest of the conversation. Not sure where to go, I make my way out to the parking lot. As I lean my back on the car and cross my arms, I see Joe following after me.

  “Leave me alone,” I demand.

  “Jared didn’t want you by yourself.”

  “Well, then he should have joined me,” I say with agitation. “Besides, I’m a big girl and I know how to take care of myself.”

  “Jared didn’t send me. I offered when I saw him going after you, but he was trying to keep Nathan from coming too,” Joe admits.

  We stand without saying a word for a few minutes. Joe keeps his distance, but I can see the concern on his face. He wants to comfort me, but he’s not sure how.

  “Want to talk about it?” Joe suggests rather than questions.

  “About what? What do you want to know?” I heatedly throw back at him.

  “I don’t need to know anything. I just thought you might want to talk,” he defends.

  “Emma!” Maggie shouts from a distance. She continues shouting my name until she’s a few feet away. “Emma. The others want to stay, but Henry’s coming so we can head back. ”

  “Sounds good,” I deliver with some irritation.

  Maggie doesn’t seem to notice or realize that my anger wasn’t meant for her. She and I stand holding each other until Henry arrives.

  Joe opens the front passenger door and waits for Maggie to get in.

  “I’m sitting in the back with Emma,” she announces.

  “You should sit with Henry,” I encourage, cognizant to what most likely will happen on the drive back to the hotel if we sit together and I’m not in the mood right now.

  “No. I’m riding with you,” she insists.

  Pulling her away from the car, away from earshot of Joe, I explain, “Maggie, I appreciate everything you’re doing, but I’m not in the mood and the last thing I need is . . . .”

  “Okay. I understand,” she assures, a little disappointed by being turned down.

  “Why don’t we see if Joe doesn’t mind driving,” I suggest. “That way you and H
enry can relax and enjoy the back seats.”

  “Yeah,” she cheerfully agrees.

  Joe agrees to drive and gets the keys from Henry after closing the door behind me. Maggie and Henry enter the car on the same side as Joe. Within twenty seconds, we’re pulling out of the parking lot and Maggie’s climbing onto Henry’s lap. I do my best to tune them out while I sit in the front seat with my arms crossed, still fuming from Nathan’s sharing episode.

  About twenty minutes later, the four of us are entering the lobby of the Four Season’s. I bid Maggie and Henry goodnight before rushing back to Sadie and my room.

  “How’s my girl doing?” I ask Sadie as I step into the foyer of the suite.

  She follows me all the way to our room eager for my attention. I avoid talking and making any kind of contact with Joe as I slam and lock my door closed. I then proceed to close and lock each of the two sliding glass doors and glide the wooden privacy shutters to block anyone from being able to look in while the lights are on. Flopping down on the bed, I cuddle with Sadie for a few minutes. She always knows how to calm me.

  Restless and sweaty from dancing, I head into the bathroom for a shower. I purposefully grab my vibrator and pleasure myself — stopping after two intense orgasms. Once my pajamas are on and I finish getting ready for bed, I slip under the covers, turn off the lights, and focus on Sadie until my brain and body turn off for the night.

  Twenty Eight

  Pain and tension in my neck and shoulders pull me from a somewhat restful night’s sleep. I stretch a little on the floor before opening one of the sliding doors open wide enough to let Sadie out. Unfortunately, Sadie forces me out to the patio after her when she decides to enter Joe’s room. I can’t see anything, but Sadie comes immediately when I quietly call her name.

  After Sadie runs around the yard for a few minutes, the two of us head back inside for her breakfast. Without realizing it, I make two glasses of clay along with Sadie’s food. The thought to just drink both glasses comes to mind, but suddenly Joe appears.