by Sasha Pearl
This means nothing (right?) but on another level I just know it means I’m only living half my life, only making room to take some of the blessings, that there is so much more and it’s just nearby and it’s delicious.
The voices outside the bathroom aren’t THAT loud but they’re close enough to let me know that staying in here much longer would be rude.
I don’t need to do this, I don’t want to do this, I never (again) have to have sex when I don't want to and right now I'd rather be skydiving or killing whales or anything.
Its my nature to be oppositional at random times and I’m picking now to dig my heels in and say No.
I want to prove to myself that I have power here, that this isn’t something I’m being forced to do, even though a little part of me is saying the opposite.
I make a careful, thoughtful plan.
Walk out of the bathroom, say hi then run towards the door and see what happens then.
I take a sip of water from a Dixie cup next to the bathroom sink and fix my hair and rehearse it once.
Hi! Hi! Excuse me, bye! Whoooooosh (door slams behind me)
Imagining this makes me laugh and Gillian knocks on the door. Are you OK?
I laugh again and revise my plan.
I will say Hi and then I reserve the right to run at that moment or any moment afterwords.
I open the door and walk into a quiet bedroom, relieved some orgy had not already begun and I would be expected to just jump in there.It isn't my nature to expect the worst but right now my mind was not cooperating.
Thankful for the bubble of time and space I walk through it deliberately then cross into the balcony area where I hear a very very familiar voice.
And then at that very moment I hear another voice and my pussy soaks and everything changes. The LAST thing I would do is run away from this tonight.
Hello I say to everyone at once.
This is going to be great.
Now individually.
Hello, hi, how did you end up here? No don’t tell me. Did you know….? Nevermind. You look great.
Hi, hi. (speechless) you’re. here. Wow.
Wouldn’t miss it was your excellent response.
(silence)
She breaks the silence by teasing me, asking if I needed to keep hiding in the bathroom or was that done with for tonight?
C’mon I was ready for the worst case scenario, I didn’t know who would be here or what was going down.
Gillian reminds me that I have very good insurance and SHE coordinated this to maximize success.
Silence circled us again (a thirsty horny silence filled with anticipation and the last bits of restraint) and Gillian offered us something champagnish I tried to refuse but then she pushed it.
It’s prosecco, from the family of Andres Boticelli, the opera singer you love, she tells me.
I do love him, I love the song “Time to say goodbye” it makes me cry, even when he sings it with Elmo.
Three sips and I can almost talk but not yet.
If I open my mouth I swear I will ramble about Andrew Jackson or the Powell doctrine and you’ll listen politely and look at me again like a dog that ran off chasing a squirrel and needs to be redirected.
I take another sip, waiting for who will make this first move (it won’t be me! Just count ME out!) and get #99 moving.
Gillian stands up and whispers something to her (how did she find her!?) and then something to you (again, WTF? Is she magic?) and nods at me that she’ll see me in awhile. She lets herself out and it’s just us and it’s not so bad now, not so bad at all.
Just a little small talk passes from left to right like a swinging pendulum, click click, and then it’s enough, enough, I can’t take it anymore and it’s me (ME?) that suggests we move this down the patio to the pool and bring the next bottle of prosecco?
Great idea, my friend with the great tits and easy laugh, tells me, but you have a cast on your leg.
Dammit.
You remind us how nice it is right where we are and point out this and that and another thing I hadn’t seen.
I’m ready I say to both of you like there’s a race about to begin then I make the crucially important and bold very very first move.
The fact that you were there and (hopefully) remember what you remember takes a lot of pressure off me to write and record every detail for posterity.
Feel free to edit this and add anything I’m missing.
There was electricity, the kind I didn’t expect and couldn’t have imagined.
I was seriously expecting the worst, probably from watching too much bad porn.
This is different. This is present and palpable, like its already happening. Because it was.
You asked me to show you how I kissed her and she smiled right into my eyes like “bring it” and I brought it.
In retrospect as the writer/editor I wish I had slipped my hand over your pants at that moment but that isn't how it unfolded.
Our first girl kiss wasn't as steamy as the last time we saw each other.
I'd describe it a happy greeting hello kiss (as you saw, because I saw you watching.... how would YOU describe it/) and the second was a little deeper and the third reminded me why I liked her.
Our hands were not moving and so you suggested I move this and she moves that that, and I said thanks coach and I think you took it the right way because of the look of satisfaction when I slid my hand up her soft sundress to her most perfect delicious tits.
She pulled back just a little as I held one then she pushed forward a little and returned the gesture on me, her hand much firmer on me than I’d been on her. I liked it.
I can’t tell you how long this went on. (Can you tell me? Did you keep track of time or did you keep track of kisses and licks and giggles that you were neither giving nor receiving).
It lasted long enough for me to get familiar with parts of her that are normally hidden; long enough for her to work down my neck to my tits and that’s when I realized I was shirtless under the warm summer night.
It was your idea to move this inside and neither of us objected a bit and I have to admit the mere pleasure of your arm around me guiding us into that room for what was about to happen almost made me cum.
I guess Gillian did all this on her way out, or maybe did you? or did a maid come? I acted like this was normal but I'd never seen such a room -- the bed was slightly turned down and pillows were here and there.
It smelled like roses and hope and pussy and this was going down.
A bench chair next to the bed held a tray of... do you remember?
I have a photographic memory but I wish I'd taken a picture to save forever and ever and make into a calendar. And mugs. And a mouse pad. Wait, I haven't had a mousepad since the 90s.
Compare this list to what you remember and let me know what I left out.
From left to right there were 3 kinds of lube, a row with 4 matching silver nipple clamps, one nice fat dildo, a strap on holder to put the dildo on, and a doubled sided dildo.
I think whoever put those out took the time to lay them in that particular order like a batting lineup. Was it you? Did you do that? If so, good job. If not, take notes.
Once you arranged the three of us on the bed with her in the middle, he and I kept kissing because we had already started and it felt good.
I saw your hands on her tits and I saw you behind and under her sundress.
I saw you slip her dress off, turning her towards you and I'm not saying you stole her but you stole her because then the two of you were kissing and your hand was between her thighs and I wanted to go down there and see what your hand could be doing that was making her emit such sighs of delight.
Maybe I need new glasses because I just couldn’t see what was going on. I’d see a flash of one part of your hand go this way and then inside her and then she’d make that noise again and I was impressed.
The more your fingers banged her the more she pleaded for a different part of you.
Since no one ELSE seemed free to play coach I suggested you fuck her but you had a different idea, one that included me.
I have never put nipple clamps on anyone; Lisa’s always put them on for me, so this was weird. And fun. You held her tits for me while she squirmed between us and I’m sure I took much longer getting those clamps on her tits than I needed to but I heard that if you suck them first then um hmmmm I forget what happens next but it stuck in my brain “suck them first!” so I did and I by the look on your face I think you appreciated my effort there. #anytime.
(I know you don’t tweet. That’s a hashtag. When you join the 21st century look me up).
I was holding her tits and your hands moved lower and lower on her and I could tell the moment you pushed into her by the way her breathing changed. Did you notice that too?
While you gave her what she wanted (and what I want, in case anyone is making a wait-list) over the side of the bed and the bench and then with her on her knees I decided to not play coach (no improvement possible) and instead let my attention go to the tray.
The first lube promised a tingling sensation; I’m down for that and I drip just a little on the top of the fat dildo, then while you are still fucking her I hand it to you so you can tease my pussy with it all over the outside and then finally sliding it into me in the same rhythm as you’re giving it to her and then you cum and so does she and I think it’s my turn next, don’t you?
I announced, “Me next” and no one objected so I’m thinking this is the part where it’s about to get deeper.
After taking a sip of Prosecco and giving you a big thanks, she wiped the lube off my pussy and replaced the dildo with her tongue, pushing it deep into me and then swirling it in I don’t know what I don’t know I saw galaxies and stars that’s all I know.
I was thinking of comets and asteroids as she used her lips and tongue this way and that, harder then softer, teasing then sucking.
Meanwhile you were higher up, my tits in your mouth and your hands, exactly where they belong.
Because it’s my turn, I ask for what I want.
I hate to separate you from my tits (I really do, this is almost heartbreaking but it’ll be a brief separation) but I really want to lick her juices off of you. Please.
And because you’re a gentleman, you oblige, letting me have my way with your dick while she’s licking and fingering me and now she’s pushing the dildo into me and you point to the strap on holster and I really had your thick delicious hard cock in my mouth and missed all that was going on until she pulled me up onto my knees, drizzled lube on the strap on, and pushed herself into.
Now you are more interested in my tits again (yay!) and I am happy to have you there for one minute, two minutes, and then that’s it.
You’re sucking my tit just as she is pushing into me hard, hard (pause) and then another way.
I want to cum. I really do. I don’t know how long this lasted but it was me that realized we were going to have to make some adjustments and substitutions to get this to the next level.
I ask her to switch places with you but she says NO.
She doesn’t even hesitate, she just DENIES me your cock.
This is a sad but brief moment and she rocks into me harder and at JUST enough to make me forget what the hell I had been asking for.
She pushes the strap on into me (deep!) and slowly pulls out – almost all the way, but then not quite – and repeats her little trick while sliding her soft hand on my clit and rolling in circles there while pushing IN and down and up and oh a wave of something that felt like anger rolled over me.
I had to cum or I was going to kick something or cry.
I try to rock back on her with my own (faster) rhythm so I can cum but she smacks my butt and tells me to be patient.
You nod your head and agree. Be patient.
BE PATIENT? Kiss my ass. I want to cum, I don’t care about #99, I want you to push into me and ohhh I want her to STOP so you can start and I’m too close to cumming to be nice to anyone.
Your lips and tongue and hands are on my tits (again!! Still!! this is great, you are hired; there are hefty bonuses and retirement is included), she is behind me pushing into me and I think I’m just about to unwind when I blurt out “IS THIS SEX?”
I'm not in any hurry to end this but I have to cum or I'm going to lose my mind.
You two discuss something do something I only hear a piece of was which was this was about to turn.
No one asks me what I want next, because my body language makes it clear. Sex. Real sex. Not this woman crap. Carman sex with a woman on the side. That's what i'd say, that's what I AM saying, but no one asks me and then she is between my thighs and her mouth and her tongue I wiggle so -- oh i feel something and then a click and where her mouth was is still free but I'm wearing something.
I look at you.
You point at .... It's a very effective gesture and I know exactly what to do, I'm going to fuck her.
She lays back with a huge smile on her face and when I'm sure she's wet enough (I have to test several ways, you know) and I push in (I PUSH IN!?) and out and well, this is OK but it's more like doing pushups than sex.
I was about to cum but now I'm not near that cliff anymore and this is not the path there.
I look at you just as I feel you behind me, your lips your hands, this is very very nice. I’m in no hurry now I maybe push a little into her (she wants more, and makes that clear) and maybe don’t play with her tits with the attention they deserved but you’re behind me (YOU’RE BEHIND ME!) (I HAVE THE BEST INSURANCE EVErRrRr) and then you’re inside of me and I’m inside of her and the world spins really fast from there.
I doubt you checked your watch, and by this time I had no sense of time at all, so lets just say this went on “for awhile” --- we figured three perfect positions (over this, on that, against that); you and I made her cum.
She rolled away politely, excusing herself to the bathroom while we (you) attended (very masterfully and effectively) to my unfinished business deploying a variety of manual and full-body techniques.
I wanted to cum I really did but I was very distracted by the whole #99 thing.
Was that sex? I ask you and you don’t answer but point at the tray.
The double sided dildo sat there looking stiff and generous and waiting to be called into action.
It looks too big I tell you and you shake your head and tell me if I’m a good girl you have something special for me after this is all over.
I’m game. She comes back to bed and agrees that until we use the last toy on the tray it just doesn’t count. And also you skipped the nipple clamps she added and clamped them on me so suddenly I wanted to cry. Waves of shock gave way to a gush of warmth in my pussy.
You put the clamps on her tits (and took your time, as you should, because details matter) and work on getting her a little wetter below.
I could watch you eat her pussy all day.
No joke. We can take turns. I eat, you watch. You eat, I watch. Nap. Repeat. There’s the American Dream.
It was you that made the call to move to the next part by handing me the double sided boomerang looking dildo.
I wanted your cock, not this, but OK.
You nod encouragingly and I start to hope against hope there will be a little after party just between us.
I’m not sure insurance covers THAT (wait, is my insurance paying for you? Are you a hired hand? Are you paid by the hour or by the mission?)
All the time I’ve investing skimming those porns pays off because I have a pretty good idea what to do with it. First I slide the fake cock into her and then angle it so that I can slide down onto it and ohhh wait this feels very different.
She moves under me and it moves the cock in me completely differently than the strap on. We are connected and slippery and she pushes up towards me and I slide back down a bit more and when we both push all the way our pussies touch and we stay like that grinding.
&n
bsp; Where were you? Honestly a stampede of buffalo could have come through and I would not have noticed, I knew nothing but the feeling of my pussy against hers, each of us grinding against this dick, fucking.
This was definitely sex. This was awesome. Where were you? Oh, behind me, with your hands here and your mouth there and saying encouraging words and I loved it but even if you weren’t there I wouldn’t be able to stop moving on her and moving with her and we were locked into something when the dildo started quivering in a different way and she moved her neck in a little twist and told me she was cumming and yes she was, I felt ever bit of her unfolding and quivering and shuddering deep inside my pussy.
