“Truth or dare,” she whispered.
I swallowed. “Truth.”
She rested her head on my shoulder and whispered in my ear. “Are you a virgin?”
“Yes.”
“You’re lying.”
“I am!”
“Oh,” she said. “I’m not. Your turn.”
“Truth or dare.”
“Dare,” she purred.
“Oh. Um,” I said. “I dare you to, ah-“
“Take off my top.”
She sat up, straddling me, and whipped her top over her head. It landed on my bed with a soft whisper. She took my hands by the wrists and pressed them to her stomach, and started sliding them upwards. My mouth went dry and I was shaking like a leaf. Her skin was silky smooth and soft, but as she moved and breathed I could feel the steel coil muscles underneath. She moved my hands up and up, until my fingers slid under the soft weight of her breasts, then gave them a little tug. As she pulled my touch higher, my hands closed around her breasts. Her nipples hardened against my palm. I could feel her heartbeat, and her skin was so soft and warm. She leg go and leaned forward, pressing her soft mounds into my hands. I squeezed and she yelped a little, then smirked at me. I was absolutely fascinated. I ran my hands along the outer curves, then down her sides as she leaned forward.
“Truth or date,” she said.
“Dare,” I whispered.
“Suck my nipples.”
Hitching up the bed, she slid her arms around my head and brought her ample chest to my face. My lips closed around her nipple and she made a little gasping sound as I sucked, tightening my lips around the hard, fleshy pink mound in my mouth. As I sucked I flicked with my tongue, then pressed, tasting. She was so sweet and soft, and my face buried in her cleavage was amazing. She twisted a little, and her whole body jerked as her nipple pulled out of my mouth. I quickly found the other one and she rolled onto her side, pulling me with her. Soft, almost purring sounds bubbled out of her throat.
She pulled away, writhing on the bed, and pulled me into a kiss, her breasts pressed against me through the thin fabric of my shirt. She pushed me onto my back and threw her leg over me.
“Truth or dare,” she said.
“Is it my turn or yours?”
“I dare you to take off your top.”
Giggling softly, I wriggled out of my shirt, and she reached behind me, undid my bra clasp, and slid the straps down my arms. I felt slight and flat beside her, but she kissed me warmly, softly on the lips. Her lips were like velvet, her tongue warm and moist as it slid into my mouth. She kept the loose bra lying on my chest, slowly pulling it away as she worked her way down my throat, leaving a hot, wet trail down my neck, over my collarbone. The bra came away and she tossed it aside and took my nipple in her mouth. She sucked so hard it verged on pain and my nipples stiffened instantly. She spread kisses all across the chest.
“Sorry,” I muttered.
She licked the beads of sweat from between my breasts and looked up at me with smoldering lust. “About what?”
“I’m not… bigger.”
“You’re perfect,” she murmured, “Your breasts are just the right size. Don’t be silly. Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” I said.
She slid up. Sweat slickened her body and her soft breasts slid over my chest. Her face filled mine, her hair draped around us both in a thick honey curtain. “I dare you to cum for me.”
Her fingers deftly unbuttoned my slacks, and I helped her shuffled my pants down my legs until I kicked out of them. She laid on her side, molded to my body, and slid her hand into my underwear. I tensed up until she softly kissed my shoulder.
“I won’t hurt you. I’ll be gentle.”
“Promise.”
She put her other arm around me and traced her finger along my slit. Cold shocks ran down my legs. I’d never felt the touch of another person down there before. She moved her finger back and forth, wetting it with my arousal, then pulled it up and lightly circled my clit as she turned my head to kiss me. Her mouth tasted like the wine and her finger worked lightly over my folds, my arousal building by the second. I was started to sweat hard, my forehead and back and chest tingling, and her breathing quickened. I slipped my hand down her belly and into her underwear and felt the heat and wetness there. She shook her head, breaking the kiss.
“No, let me do you. Lie still for me and let me make you feel good. Please.”
“Okay,” I whispered. “I think you should have a turn.”
“When you’re done.” Her grin was vulpine, predatory. “I’ll teach you some tricks, okay?”
I nodded and she kissed mer, her tongue sliding over mine as her finger worked into my pussy. She moaned into my mouth as her finger wriggled inside me. She pulled away.
“Does it hurt?” She said.
“No,” I said. “Should it?”
Her hand moved slowly, her palm brushing my clit, making my breath hitch as she worked her finger inside me, softly probing until she found a spot that made me jump and rubbed it softly.
“My first time did,” she said. “Want me to tell you about it?”
“Um, truth,” I said.
She smirked and rested her head on my shoulder and held me while she moved her finger inside me. “I was nineteen. Does that surprise you?”
“A little.”
“He wasn’t my husband. He was my manager, when I worked at the modeling agency. He came to me and told me if I wanted a job I had to service him.”
“Did you?”
“Yes,” she said. “I put his cock in my mouth and he came. It was disgusting. That wasn’t enough. He bent me over his desk and fucked me right there. I bled and cried but he didn’t care.”
“Was it like that with your husband?”
She shook her head. “No, he made love to me. He was gentle, attentive, he made me cum every time, but it was hollow. He loved me. I just couldn’t love him back. I felt so awful for hurting him. He was desperate for me to give him my love, and the more desperate he became the worse I felt until I told him the truth.”
“What did he do?”
She closed her eyes and I gasped as another finger worked inside me. Now it did sting a little, but it felt good. The fullness inside me was pleasant and the way her fingers moved was incredible. Very slowly, she turned her hand and curled her other fingers back, and slid her index and middle finger deeper into my pussy, so she could lazily toy with my clit with her thumb.
“Feels good?” she said.
I nodded, breathless, and a little squeak came out.
“You’re so quiet. Are you this quiet when you play with yourself?”
I nodded.
“It was terrible, telling him. I felt so awful. I wept and wept like a little girl, I begged him not to tell, I begged him not to hate me.”
“Does he,” I gasped.
“No, he still loves me,” he said. “I didn’t expect him to take it that way. He thought I was cheating on him. He was relieved.”
“You were never with anybody else…”
“Not while I was with him,” she sighed. “It was a year after we split up until… I met a woman. My first time with her was no better than with a man. She wanted to push me down and dominate me just like my manager did.”
“Did she hurt you?”
“No, but she didn’t make it good. You know what makes it good?”
I gasped as her hand started to pump. She fucked me with her fingers, curving them to rub at that good spot.
“You feeling good makes me feel good,” she said. “I feel your walls clenching on my fingers. I want to kiss your pussy. May I?”
“Please,” I begged.
She kept her fingers inside me and started with my chest, then worked her way down. My anticipation grew as her hot kisses neared my sex, and finally her soft lips closed around my clit and sucked. I moaned loudly and grabbed fistfuls of sheet as I writhed on the bed, my pleasure rising quickly to a crescendo I’d never experience b
efore. My own fumbling explorations never touched this. It felt so good I thought I was going to die. Her tongue, her fingers moving inside me, it all blended together into a heavy, breathless pleasure that spread through my body in waves. Just as I was nearing my peak, she slid up, moving so her fingers were pumping furiously inside me, her thumb rubbing my clit hard, making my legs jerk, and stuffed my hand down her underwear.
“Like that,” she said, breathless, guiding my fingers inside her body. She was so hot and wet, and tight, her pussy walls crushing my fingers as I pumped them in out of her in perfect time with her hand pumping inside me. She was breathing hard, drenched in sweat. She twisted, slipped her hand out of me and lay on her back, tucked up against me. She took my hand, guided me inside again and slipped her arm inside mine. We turned to face each other a little.
Her touches brought me over the edge and I thrashed. Her back arched, her magnificent breasts heaving, and we slid together in a tangled heap of limbs as a rocking orgasm crashed through my body. Lightning danced down my legs, hot and cold slammed through me, and the tingle on my head made my hairs stand on end. She pulled me against her, wrapping her legs around me as she writhed, grinding on me, eyes pressed shut, mouth frozen in a silent cry of ecstasy. When she finally finished she collapsed on top of me. The bed was soaked with sweat and lust, the sheets all tangled up around us. I lay on my back, my chest heaving. Her hands were everywhere over my body and I winced, suddenly sensitive. Sheila pulled me into an embrace and held me in the quiet dark.
I heard her softly sobbing.
“What’s wrong?’
Her beautiful face glittered with tears. “I can’t keep you,” she sighed, stroking my stomach. “If any one finds out what we’ve done, I’ll lose my career.”
“Keep me?” I whispered. “Do you want to?”
I slid my hand between her breast and felt her heart beating.
“Yes,” she said. “I think I do. I pick truth. You’re not the first student I’ve had like this, but the others… they kept quiet, but they…” she broke out in sobs and I held her tightly, shocked by the strong, confident, vivacious woman melting into a sobbing wreck in my arms. “Nobody loves me,” she whimpered.
“I do,” I said.
“You do?” she sniffed.
“I think I do,” I said, pressing my lips to her neck. “I’ve always… felt something for you but I didn’t understand. I didn’t know there could be… this.”
“It has to be a secret,” she said. “No one can know…” she groaned and scrubbed at her red cheeks with the backs of her hands. “Even after you graduate… I’m not sure my tenure would protect me.”
I nudged her onto her back and slid on top of her, straddling her flat stomach, and laid on her chest. I kissed her wet cheeks and nuzzled my lips against her neck. She was so warm and soft and even in her sorrow and terror beautiful and strong. She put her arms around me.
“I want this never to end,” I said.
She tightened suddenly. I felt her muscles coil, and her nails dug into my back just a little.
“Then it won’t,” she said. “We’ll find a way. We have this week. I want to make love to you again.”
“Can I take a nap first?”
She kissed my cheek. “Of course, sweetie.”
I slept right on top of her, rising and falling with her breathing, in bliss.
Alexis
My first job. Oh, the memories.
I was a college freshman desperate for cash. I was on a scholarship that gave me a full ride. My parents tried to give me a few twenty dollar bills every week, but I turned them down. They needed the money and in theory I had everything covered, with a place to stay and a meal plan, but the meal plan doesn’t include shampoo and clothes and tooth paste and so on, so I needed to put together some money. In a college town flush with young people looking for work, all the regular suspects turned up nothing. No fast food, no clothing stores, every place I tried in the mall turned me away. The one place that had a ‘Now Hiring’ sign was His ’n Hers DVDs and Novelties.
So I took a job at the porno store.
It wasn’t that bad of a deal, really. You expect these places to be seedy, dank holes full of bondage gear with movie booths, glory holes, and carpets that smell like dried cum. His ’n Hers was clean and well lit. No uniform, and I wasn’t expected to dress provocatively or anything, just regular clothes. They gave me good hours, and the place was out on the highway, so not in a bad neighborhood. The only thing was that I was just a little uncomfortable with the place itself. When I walked in the front door, the front of the store, which was about a quarter or a third of its total floor space, was lingerie and shoes, all the kind with the huge heels that strippers wear, and some other non-offensive stuff, like bottles of lubricant, anything that had tasteful packaging.
Open the big green door, though, and the shock comes. I’m not going to lie. I was a virgin. I was a geeky girl in high school and had to go stag to the prom and even the geek guys didn’t want much to do with me. I lost some weight in some places and filled out in others by the time I started my college education, but I still hid under a mop of frizzy hair, shielded myself with big goggly glasses and wore baggy clothes to hide the shape of my body. I’d never seen a man unclothed before, and what little I’d seen of porn turned me off. Watching some guy jackhammer a girl’s asshole while she tries to hide the pain and fake pleasure made me feel a sick twist in my stomach. I didn’t even like too much steam in the cheap romance novels I stole from my mom.
So when I walked into the back of the store for the first time, it made my palms sweat, my heart race and my stomach tighten. It was all too much to take in. Hardcore porn movies don’t pull any punches when it comes to selling their wares. I mean, the big companies that make the high budget movies make classy covers and stuff, but everybody else… about half the floor of the back room was taken up by shelves. On those shelves was everything you could think of, and I mean everything. My throat went dry when I saw a picture of a girl on the front cover of “Double Exposure 6”. She had on high heels and nothing else, and was sitting on this guy’s lap, facing him. He was inside her. I’d never seen an erect penis before, so it was a shock to stare at the picture on the cover, seeing it hard and shiny and sticky with juices and to see her swollen, flushed red pussy lips stretched around it. It was even more of a shock to see the second guy’s hard, arched cock halfway up her ass. The picture was taken in mid thrust, the model’s eyes turned to the camera. It felt like she was looking right at me.
Then there was the other stuff. There was a wall of toys. Some of them looked benign, others were scary. Dildos as thick as my wrist, even a rubber fist, and the butt plugs. The smallest of those made my butt tighten up in sympathy. Further back in the store was bondage gear. Strap-on harnesses. Gags. Restraints. Sex swings. They even sold stripper poles and devices to tie someone spread-eagled to a bed. I had to go on a tour, listening to the owner, Dianne, going over all the products, but her voice was a buzz in my head. I didn’t calm down until we got back to the lingerie section. The really good stuff, the crotchless panties and pasties and edible underwear, were towards the front of the store. She touched my arm.
“You okay, hon?”
I nodded. “Just a little shy about this stuff, I guess.”
“That’s okay,” she said, smiling brightly.
The fact that the place was owned by a married couple alleviated my nerves a lot. Dianne did most of the work running the store, and her husband David did all the financial stuff. He was the one I talked to to fill out my application and my tax forms and all. Dianne was a tall woman who looked like she cruised biker bars. She was old enough to be my mother but in a dignified, sexy way. She liked tight hip hugger jeans and had the muscular physique to pull them off, and short shirts that lifted up to show a pattern of tattoos all around her middle when she stretched to reach for something. She worked out a lot, from the muscle in her arms and shoulders, and dyed her hair dark blue t
o match her eyes. David was of a height with her, lean and muscular, and liked leather. They made for a lot of rumors in town.
“Anyway,” she said, “it’s okay to be a little nervous. I know what kind of reputation we must have. There’s a lot of prudes in this town.”
It was a small town in the middle of nowhere, and she was right. I first heard about His ’n Hers from a student complaining they should be shut down and didn’t belong in town.
After the tour, I had to learn the mundane tasks, like working the register. When there was someone shopping I had to keep an eye on them, as the store had a real problem with shoplifting. I had to restock, and go around checking for little cards hanging on the rack reminding the store to reorder when they ran out of, say, inflatable butt plugs.
I had to deal with customers.
The first time someone asked me for help I could barely talk. I ended up pointing at the products they were looking for, and when they asked me if they should use silicone or water-based lube, I just stared at them.
For a while, it was rough.
By about a week in, it was second nature. I spent most of my shift either checking the shelves, working the register, or sitting on a stool working on my homework or reading a book. Most customers knew what they wanted and most were polite. There were only a few sketchy guys that would come in and stare at the movies, and as long as they didn’t start jerking off in the store I was told to just let them browse, and that was just fine with me. Dianne explained it all.
“Most spank bankers,” that’s what she called the guys that came into stare, “end up coming back to buy eventually. The temptation is too great, you know?”
Working with her was fun. She was witty and sharp and she knew everything about everything in the store. I started conversing with her.
One day, I started getting curious.
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