Jenny was there as I stepped out of the shower, waiting to seduce me.
“All clean,” she said, handing me a towel.
“I am.” I nodded, looking her up and down. “Why are you in a bathing suit?”
“You’re on vacation, right?” She laughed. “I wanted to be on vacation with you, before you leave.”
I took the towel, smiling, and started drying my hair. Jenny grabbed another. I used the first to wrap my hair, then rubbed the other all over my body.
“I’m not really on vacation,” I corrected. “It’s a journey of self-discovery.” I laughed because it sounded ridiculous, even though that’s exactly what Richard would have called it.
“So, why leave already? Are you really finished?”
“I guess,” I said. “I came here for Leigh, and now she’s gone.”
“And you never expected me?”
“No,” I shook my head. “Not at all.”
She smiled. “What if I’m part of your adventure? What if there’s something you’re still supposed to discover?”
I smiled back, dropped my towel on the floor, and kissed her.
“Goodbye,” I said.
“But what if we’re not finished?”
I raised my eyebrows.
“You’re supposed to explore yourself, right? Well, maybe there’s some stuff you can explore with me.”
“I don’t know,” I said, considering my thoughts before I turned them to words. “I think I got what I needed from Leigh. You were a delicious surprise. But I’m supposed to explore my past, not jeopardize my present.”
“Are you? It sounded like Richard wanted you to explore what makes you happy.”
I had just dried my pussy, but it was so wet already. I tried to fight her: “I don’t think Leigh would like that.”
Jenny smiled, took a step closer, and whispered, “Leigh told me to ask. She said to give you my special.”
I had no idea what Jenny’s special was, but my mind and body agreed it was likely worth discovery. I kissed her, and didn’t stop until she was pulling me from the bathroom to dress me in a white bikini.
Now she is taking it off.
Jenny adds my bottoms to the tops on the ground, then slips her hand between my legs and starts to stroke my blushing skin. I lift my ass from the cushion, and push it against Jenny’s hand as she runs her fingers up and down just inside my lips. I fondle my breasts while I watch her, moving from one to the other, squeezing flesh and pinching nipples. My other hand curls into her hair.
Her rubbing grows insistent as we kiss. I feel impatient. I’m hungry for Jenny, but I’ve already started thinking about what’s next. Bits of my mind and body are already traveling. I’m hungry for cock — Cooper’s, since I still can’t have Richard’s — and am tired of waiting. We’ve been sipping and kissing and brushing and licking for nearly an hour. I’m wet and wanting.
Like an order I say, “Eat my pussy.”
Jenny brushes my sweet, slippery lips with her fingers, then pulls her hands from my middle and scrambles down from the top until her face is between my legs. “Is this where you want me?” she says, looking up and finding my eyes.
“Yes,” I nod. “Now lower your face.”
She pushes her lips to my pussy and starts gently moving her mouth sideways. I’m so primed, so ready and juiced after a long day spent fucking with only naps to space encounters, I’m already edging, and could cum any second. It will be hard. I worry that I won’t want to leave.
I scoot slightly higher on the lounge chair for a view of what Jenny is doing. She sees me watching and makes more of a show.
She pulls her face away, shows me her palm, presses it hard to my pussy, rubs it in several wide circles — all fast — and pulls her hand from her cunt and shows me her palm, soaking wet, glistening with my dew in the sun.
I moan, close my eyes, tilt my head, and wait for Jenny’s pleasure.
My moans are loud. Hungry. Immediate. Her fingers never leave my soaking hole, rubbing faster as she crawls onto the chair to kiss me. I pull her mouth to mine, needing her, glad she convinced me to stay.
Sensitive already, I cum all over her hand as she plunges.
My orgasm’s explosive. Hard. It pierces my body. A barrage of memory, guilt, and need, fueled by a hunger I can’t quite describe, washes all over me. There’s something intoxicating about Jenny, but I can’t afford to be drunk.
Not with Richard waiting.
I want to drink my fill and leave.
I finish, then turn to Jenny. “Do you want me?”
She whimpers and nods. No words.
I pull off her panties. She stops fucking me with her fingers long enough to roll on her side and lift her knees in the air. I tug at her elastic as she hurriedly adjusts her body so she’s flat on her back.
Jenny lies on the cushion and spreads her legs wide. Her right limb dangles over the edge, her left makes an upside down V with her knee in the air. She reaches around, sets her hand at the back of my head, and pulls my mouth to her tit. I push my palm to her pussy and start to rub.
I lick her nipple, rubbing cunt and wanting to slip my fingers inside her. She is soaking and hungry. I make myself wait, to elongate her pleasure.
Jenny whimpers, “I need your mouth.”
Again, we kiss, different now than it was earlier, when Leigh was with us and she was an accessory. The way Jenny kisses me now, I can’t get enough. It’s needy and urgent. Makes me feel craved. She clutches my chin with trembling fingers, and lightly gobbles at my lips.
Our tongues flick against each other.
My need for Jenny is deeper than expected. I rub faster, wanting her more, then I pull away from our kiss and pant, “I want your special.”
She laughs as if she’s been waiting for my request.
Jenny is naked and dewy, her makeup slightly runny from our earlier adventure. She’s not showered like me, and is still sweetly reeking from a morning spent between me and Leigh. I drip with anticipation as she bends over the cushion and fumbles for something I can’t see.
Jenny surfaces from over the side, holding her prize like a trophy, laughing. I laugh too, because it’s hilarious.
Jenny is holding a dildo, except it isn’t just a dildo. It’s a double phallus: well over a foot long, maybe as much as a foot and a half. It’s flesh-colored, with a large, rubber tip.
“Oh my God,” I say, holding out my hand. “Can I have it?”
Jenny sets the dildo in my open palm. I wrap my fingers around it, excited. She leans back against the pile of pillows behind her, pushes her body against them, and parts her legs, expectant.
I take the dildo’s bottom tip and make small circles on her pussy. I giggle, most of me wanting to shove the large, rubber dick into my cunt. I must be patient.
I stave off insanity by making tighter circles on Jenny’s pussy, clamping my mouth to her tits, and suckling hard on the nipple.
I use the dildo’s shaft, dragging it lengthwise down Jennie’s soaking lips, wedging it in between her folds and dragging the shaft up and down. I lean over and start licking the tip, flicking the rubber bulb playfully with my tongue, pretending it’s an actual dick. Jenny is moaning, arching her body backward, running a hand through her long, blonde hair, and laughing at my show.
“Pretend it’s your man, Richard.”
I smile, part my lips, put them to the rubber tip, and slowly lower my mouth down the shaft, pretending it’s Richard.
“That’s yummy,” she says. “Now put it in my pussy.”
I grip the double phallus tightly in my left hand, position a tip to her entrance, and push it past her soaking flaps as she rubs in circles up top.
Juice is everywhere. Her scent is ripe, even outdoors.
I keep fucking her mouth with mine while shoving the rubber dick in and out of her clenching hole as fast as I can. She screams, moans, and rattles like I want her to. I go even faster.
The rubber cock is odd in my hand. I’m
jerking it in and out of Jenny so fast, it feels like a hard dick getting jacked. I pull away from her mouth and lower my eyes to the phallus, wanting to watch as it penetrates Jenny.
She rubs herself into an orgasm. Moans tighten, and edge closer together. I feel an urgent need to make Jenny cum, and make her want me, so I’m the only thing she and Leigh will whisper about, for days after my leaving.
She cums, and I fuck Jenny hard through a minute of screaming. Frantically, she pants, “Put it in you, Liza. Hurry. I’m ready to cum again. Fuck me! Please.”
I slide my fingers up through my lips, then move them to my face as they drip. “Tell me how this will feel,” I say.
“Amazing,” she says. “Like a man and a woman at once.”
I wonder why Leigh didn’t want to share this with me. Maybe it’s something intimate, shared between just her and Jenny.
For a moment I feel like an invader, and think that maybe I shouldn’t have come. But that’s bullshit. Leigh, like Richard, is an explorer.
I position my body opposite Jenny. The chair is perfect for both of us. I wonder how often she and Leigh have used it together. My back’s to the cushion on one side, Jenny to the other. My legs are parted, knees spread over hers. The dildo hangs from her pussy. I grab it, stuff it inside me, then push my pelvis onto the giant, rubber cock.
Jenny toys with her tits, moaning. I play with my pussy.
Both of us are grabbing our end of the double phallus and fucking ourselves, swaying back and forth, staring at our middle, watching the two-sided dick go deep inside our holes.
I am dripping. Out of control. Unable to think. Richard’s a flutter of thought. Leigh is slightly more than that — I had her just hours before — but mostly it’s me and Jenny, fucking each other, a dildo between us, plunging at once.
I explode. She explodes with me.
I want to give Jenny pleasure, want to reach out and touch her pussy as I’m touching myself. I want to feel her body shiver with mine. But I can’t. I can do nothing but shake through explosions as they work through my body.
We descend together, never killing our mutual gaze, then kiss.
“Will you remember me?” Jenny asks as we part
I look at her, wondering what prompted the question, and her tone.
“I’ll never forget you,” I promise.
“I want to make sure.”
I assure her: “You don’t have to.”
“I’m going to make you cum once more. The hardest of all.”
I feel a tingle as Jenny commands me: “Bend over and grab the edge of the seat. You’ll need it.”
I press my left knee into the cushion, dangle my right over the side, clutch the edges, nudge my ass into the air, back toward Jenny, and close my eyes, waiting.
Jenny gently plants her left hand on the back of my ass, presses the dildo to my pussy, and shoves the shaft deep inside me.
She holds it low so she can get it mostly into my hole. My body trembles at the edge of another orgasm. I should be empty, and my body numb. After yesterday’s morning with Richard, the afternoon with Leigh, then Leigh and Jenny through evening and the this morning, I should be spent. Instead I feel sparked and ready for fire.
I scream: “Make me cum!”
Jenny grunts and shoves the dildo deeper. I scream and squirm until my body explodes. The orgasm rips through my body.
Once finished, and Jenny can see that I’m no longer shaking, she turns so her ass is to mine, reaches behind her, grabs the rubber dick, pulls it so the tip is pushing against her pussy lips, then lowers her ass.
Her pussy swallows the dildo, and we start slapping our asses together.
My hand slithers past my stomach, between my legs. I strum my clit as Jenny matches the motion behind me. I want her to fuck me like Richard.
I pull away from the dildo, leaving it only in Jenny, and plant my back to the cushions. I lift my legs and bring my knees up so my ass and pussy are pointing straight up in the air. Looking craven, Jenny sits on my cunt, and plunges the rubber dick down into my open, soaking hole.
The next minute’s relentless. Gravity does most of the work, though Jenny’s rhythm and dildo are both in perfect orbit. She holds it steady as she plunges, repeatedly slamming her pelvis onto mine. Each time the rubber dick is buried in my pussy, it loses the same length in hers. We’re on opposite sides of one orgasmic mirror. We scream, shudder, and moan, as if from a single set of lungs. I swim in pleasure until my body stops purring and I collapse.
Jenny falls beside me. We stare into one another’s eyes, kissing.
Soon my thoughts are gone, away from Jenny to Leigh, then from Leigh to Zoe. I need to see her, but I’m not ready.
First, I need Cooper.
Finding Cooper
“Is Cooper there?”
Silence from the other side. Then breathing and waiting.
“Is Cooper there?”
I smile to myself, listening to Cooper decipher a voice from his past. I was slightly disguising it. In my normal voice I say, “Are you really going to pretend like you don’t know who this is?”
Not missing a beat, Cooper says, “Liza Elway! Holy shit. It’s about damned time you called me! I bet you wouldn’t believe it if I said I think about you every day.”
He laughs. I laugh back.
“No, I didn’t know that,” I say. “So you’ve been thinking about me — what sort of thoughts?”
“Well, let’s just say you’re not the sort of person a guy forgets.”
“You never seemed to care much when we were together,” I say, not realizing it’s going to hurt.
“That’s not true, Liza. At all. You’re a hard girl to grab, and I was too young to do a decent job. I’m sorry.” I feel slightly better, and am surprised that I care. “So, not that I’m not thrilled that you did, but why are you calling?”
“Can’t I call just to say hi?”
“You could, but you’re not. I’ve known you a long time, Liza. You’ve never called to say hi, or done anything without intention so far as I know. There’s a reason you’re calling. Tell me the reason, and we can spend the rest of our time playing bullshit.” He pauses, then adds, “Oh shit. This isn’t one of those STD calls, is it?”
He laughs, but not necessarily like something is funny.
I say, “I called to fuck you.”
Cooper laughs louder, harder. “You called to fuck me?”
“That’s right, Cooper. I called to fuck you. I want you to pound me with your long, hard cock.” Without letting him catch his breath or answer I aggressively whisper, “Are you still as skinny as you always were, Cooper? Like an ironing board of muscle? Want to know how often I’ve imagined you railing me hard since the last time you did?”
Cooper’s silent, trying to figure me out. Finally, he says, “Are you fucking with me, Liza?”
“No,” I whisper. “But will you be fucking with me?”
“So, just so I can get this straight, you’re calling me after all this time … for a booty call?”
“No, not exactly.”
“Well then, what is this, exactly?”
“Can I come over?”
“How do you know I’m in the same place?”
“Are you kidding?” I laugh again, this time louder.
“Shut up, Liza.”
Cooper is laughing, but I can tell I’ve hurt him.
“No offense, Cooper. To each his own. I couldn’t imagine — or stand — living in my parents’ guesthouse, but I swear I’m not judging.”
Truth: If my parents had a guesthouse the size of Cooper’s, I probably would have lived there before I moved in with Richard.
“Stop being defensive, Cooper. I love your place. I’d be disappointed if you weren’t there. So do you?”
After a pause, “Yeah, I still live here.”
“So, can I come over?”
“You can’t just come over and fuck me, you know.”
“Sure I can,” I say, then hang
up.
I turn off my cell, toss it onto the seat beside me, and drive to Cooper’s, alone with my thoughts. No radio, no calls. I don’t want to speak with anyone, except Richard.
I need to hear myself think. I don’t want Cooper to call and ask questions I can’t answer, or am not ready to. I don’t want Leigh or Jenny enticing me back. I’ve been gone for 20 minutes, yet after my fill of two women I’m still hungry for Cooper.
What has Richard done?
Cooper lives about an hour from Leigh’s. My heart swells as I turn into Cooper’s place and so many memories hit me at once: the first time I gave my body to another, the first time I stared at blue sky to dream, the first time I considered leaving town and never coming back, the first time I felt true freedom from my parents, knowing I was in a place where they wouldn’t find me, doing things they wouldn’t want me to do: swallowing cum, taking loads on the face, and taking a dick in my very young asshole.
I knock, but his door isn’t locked. Like old times I let myself in. Cooper is sprawled in a large, leather lounge chair. He looks up as I open the door.
“What took you so long?”
“I had to drive.”
He smiles. “I’ve missed you, Liza. I never thought I’d hear from you again.”
Cooper wants to talk, but I want to fuck.
I coo, “Where do you want me?”
“I don’t,” Cooper shakes his head.
It hurts more than I’ll admit.
“Ouch.”
“I don’t mean it like that,” he smiles. “I just mean, it’s been a long time, and I don’t want to just jump into fucking. I want to talk first. I meant it when I said that I miss you.”
I didn’t miss Cooper. Not like that. I missed some of the ways he made me feel. But I’ve outgrown him. In many ways, I think I outgrew him before we finished dating, not that dating was ever really what we did.
I say, “I’ve missed you, too,” but hate the lie as it leaves me.
“So, can we talk? You know, catch up?”
“Of course,” I say. I’m still horny, so he can’t get away that easy. “But first, tell me how you’ll fuck me. And where.”
Cooper smiles, liking this game.
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