“Thank you, Tiffany, I’ll be in touch. I have to go finish my business dinner. It’s been a pleasure meeting both of you. Enjoy your dessert and think of me with every lick of your spoon.”
With that, he walks away. There is something sexy about a man with confidence like that. Elodie is laughing now, as I’m left dumbfounded.
“Cocky bastard isn’t he.” I say, trying to shake off the whole situation.
“A man who can say that to a stranger must be rocking in bed, girl.” Elodie says between giggles.
“I don’t know right now, but maybe I’ll find out.” I say with a seductive smile across my face.
Alex may not give me the instant lust I feel for Harrison, but he’s handsome. It’s time to move on with my life. I’ve only been with one other man before Harrison and that sucked.
Harrison taught me about sex, what feels good, and about knowing my body. When Harrison first got out of the Marines, he was wild with rebellion and angry at his discharge. We had been drinking one night while watching porn. I admitted to being turned on by the man’s Apadrayva piercing. Within an hour, Harrison and I were at the tattoo and piercing shop. After a lengthy conversation with ‘Star’ our body piercing specialist, Harrison was getting multiple Dydoe piercings making what’s called a Kings Crown. It’s known to increase sensation not only for women but for the pierced man as it brings back the feelings usually lost in circumcision. Feeling brave, and turned on, I got both my nipples pierced. I hide my accessories and no one but Harrison knows of my jewelry hidden beneath to this day. After we both fully healed we spent countless hours, learning just what great additions our new jewelry was.
Will Alex know what to do with my nipple rings? How to tug and pinch to send the sensations straight to my core? Will he feel as good if he’s not pierced? Curiosity is getting to me; yes, I hope Alex does call. Maybe it’s time I give someone a chance and let them love me. Funny, every lick of chocolate off my spoon has me thinking of the stranger in the suit.
Harrison
Tiffany and I talk or text daily. She seems to be settling in. I’m happy she found a job doing something she enjoys. My brain is finally calming down from worrying about her. Work has kept me busy. I haven’t seen Sophia as much as I would like. She invited me over for dinner tonight. We need to talk and this is the perfect opportunity.
I finish at work. Once home, I quickly shower and change clothes to go to Sophia’s. I arrive as she is taking the enchilada casserole out of her oven. One of my favorite meals; tonight is off to a good start. We eat, chatting about normal day to day stuff. Before we get further into the evening, I need to share with her what happened with Tiffany. We’ve both been busy and this is the first opportunity I’ve had to really discuss it.
“Soph, I want to talk about us. I also need to talk about Tiffany.”
“Did you sleep with her?” Sophie immediately blurts out.
“No, we didn’t have sex. Things happened I’m not going to lie to you, but I didn’t sleep with her.”
“I know you’re now ‘friends’ with her. I get that Harrison. I wish I had someone like you around a few years ago to support me. I need to know, have you found closure from your past with Tiffany?” Sophia says with her demeanor becoming one of fight or flight.
“Yes, I have closure from my past with Tiffany. I understand things now that I didn’t before. And I’m here for you now if you will let me be.” I say at a loss for what she’s referring to in her own past.
She doesn’t speak she gets up, comes over and perches on my lap. “Harrison, I make no promises for a future with you. I can’t give you my heart, it’s already taken. I can’t get it back and I don’t want to. I can try to give you a little more than sex. We can be friends, confidants, and partners. I can’t give you my heart. I care about you but I can’t promise a long term future.”
“What holds you back, Sophia? I don’t understand. You know I care about you, and you just said you care about me. Why can’t we do more than fuck? Why can’t we get serious?” Anger now building inside me.
“Harrison, I don’t want to talk about it. I want you to know exactly what I can give you. I’m giving you more than I’ve given anyone in years. Maybe one day, in time, when things are smoothed out, we can have it all. No promises though. Right now, this is what I can give. Is it enough for you Harrison?”
Before I answer, she kisses me. Her scent invades my nostrils, passion overtaking me. It’s more than we had and a maybe for our future. I will take it and go with it. Life is short, no more regrets. Breaking away from her kiss, I growl.
“Bedroom, now.” I command.
We are both stripping as we make our way down the hall. In the bedroom, Sophia lays on her bed, waiting for me.
“For now, are you mine?” I ask, wanting her to own my claim on her.
“Yes, Harrison, yours.” She whispers.
I reach into the nightstand. Pulling out the long, black, silk scarf, I begin to blindfold her. Once secure that she can no longer see, I pull one arm up to the back of her head. Bending her elbow, I secure her wrist behind her head with the end of the scarf using to blindfold her. I follow suit with the second arm. She’s now gloriously naked, with her hands tied behind her head, blindfold in place, and her other senses now heightened.
Anticipation takes arousal to new places. I stand over her, close enough she can sense me, and far enough away that she knows I won’t touch her. She arches her back, pressing her breasts out. Her firm, taut nipples are calling out for attention. Wiggling her ass, her pussy is aching for the slightest of releases. I stand back still waiting. Her breathing quickens, desire, expectancy, eagerness, and keenness all taking over as I do nothing. She knows I’m going to ravish her body, she doesn’t know the moment or the way.
Taking my middle finger behind my thumb, I sharply flick her erect nipple. She cries out from the simple touch. I retreat, leaving the room only momentarily to grab an ice cube from her freezer. Coming back to find her still squirming, I smile. I reach over with my now very cold fingers and firmly pinch her other nipple as I come down hard with my mouth on her other breast. Fire and ice as my mouth devours her areola and puckers her nipple when I suck. With my hand, I’m swirling the ice cube around her other breast. She arches further, seeking more, whimpering with need.
I move up now nipping at her collarbone. I let my ice cube filled hand travel south, circling her belly button. I dip a finger in, rotating around like I will soon be mimicking inside her pussy. Her hips are coming up, seeking the same devotion shown to her breasts.
“Be still, Soph, its coming. You’ve tortured me knowing I’ve wanted more; now take this as I choose to give it to you.”
With no further teasing, I take the ice cube and insert it in to the outer edge of her core. She gasps, unprepared for the cold sensation. I have not yet touched her clit or given any other attention to her needy pussy. I circle the ice cube, gently in and out, not allowing her additional contact or friction. Her body trembles in want. I move down, stopping to suck on her belly button, giving her a taste of how my tongue is about to overwhelm her pussy.
Reaching my destination, I inhale her musky scent of arousal. Loudly, I suck in the remainder of the ice cube with my mouth, tasting cold water flavored by Sophia’s own juices. Using my tongue I tease her pussy lips, blowing my warm breath on the cold skin of her opening. Sucking and licking, I ravish her clit. Inserting a finger into her core I find she’s dripping so I easily add another. I keep a steady pace of finger fucking while licking up every bit of her that I can. I feel her tightening around me. Just as she is on the edge, I withdraw my fingers. Taking the skin just in the fold of her legs and pussy I pinch the soft area firmly. Sophia cries out incoherently at the unexpected pain in her stimulated state. Her orgasm begins and I keep my mouth in place, licking, sucking, and pushing her for more. As she comes down, I move up her body, pressing my weight onto her as she is shaking in aftershocks.
I kiss her hard so she ca
n taste herself on my tongue. Needing my own release, I flip her over, leaving her blindfolded, hands behind her head. I push her knees up under her, pushing her ass up in the air, keeping her face buried into the bed. I cover myself with a condom.
“You want my cock now, Soph?” I ask. She doesn’t answer just nods her head in agreement.
“I asked you a question. You gonna answer.”
“Yes, Harrison, yes, I want your cock, now.” She cries out.
Without giving her any warning, I come down hard, smacking her ass with my right hand. She groans at the sharp pain. I come down again in the same spot, creating a beautiful blush to her tanned skin. Before she can think about my next move, I enter her from behind, hard, fast, and all the way.
Balls deep in Sophia, I pause to feel the responsiveness of her pussy gripping and milking my dick. Once I’ve composed myself to hold back my release at the tightness of her core, I begin pumping into her at a furious pace. The rough contact pushing Sophia’s head further down into the mattress, I continue the onslaught. This is banging. Fucking. Raw, rough, uncontained banging. Reaching down I release her arms and the blindfold. I lock my fingers into her hair and tug her head back. The sensation on pulling her hair sends Sophia over the edge. Her knees give out at her orgasm, her body collapsing beneath me. I pull out, turn her over. Allowing her a moment to pull through her release, I massage her legs, kissing gently on her belly and breasts. As the aftershocks subside, I rub the head of my penis over her sensitive clit, letting my piercings hit in a gentle massaging pattern. I enter her as I wrap her legs around my waist. I begin pumping in and out of her again, this time at a considerate pace. Her pussy milking me, I feel the build of her climax coming so deep in my balls its pushing me to my edge. As my own climax builds, I take my mouth and capture her nipple, sucking in. We both reach oblivion together. Spent, her legs fall off of me. I get up and dispose of the condom. By the time I’m back to her bed, Sophia is asleep on her side. I get in, snuggling this beautiful woman to me. My body satisfied in its release, I drift off to sleep.
Chapter Fourteen
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
(3 Months Later)
Tiffany
Classes complete, I’ve been enjoying my job. Elodie and I have girl’s night out once a week. Josie visits Jeff every other weekend. Some of our girl’s nights are spent pampering ourselves and an amazing nine year old little girl. The others are just the two of us.
Alex and I have been seeing each other. He’s a real estate broker. His schedule doesn’t leave us much time together. He’s nice enough, definitely the country club socialite my dad always wanted me to date.
Harrison still texts every day and we talk once a week. Things seem solid for him. I miss having him here, the phone isn’t the same. My phone chimes alerting me to a new text.
This is Maggie. Here’s my # give me a call this week sometime.
Since I’m at work, I simply reply okay. The day passes quickly. Alex and I have plans so I don’t get a chance to call Maggie.
Once again, Alex and I have an uneventful date. We have dinner at an upscale Italian restaurant followed by a chaste kiss goodnight on my doorstep. I don’t mean to sound conceded but I’m an attractive woman. Why doesn’t he ever try anything? I admit he doesn’t spark the passion in me the way Harrison does, but damn the boy doesn’t even try.
Distracted in my day to day activities, I forget to call Maggie, again. Today is Sunday and I’m cleaning my condo. My phone rings for my usual Harrison call.
“Hey, you,” I greet.
“Hey you, how’s it going?” He asks.
“Oh you know the usual, working hard, playing hard, and living the life.” I say with a chuckle.
He’s laughing when I hear a doorbell in the background. “Hold on a sec, Tiff.”
I hear the rustling of the phone being laid down. In the background, I can faintly make out a woman’s voice.
“Hey Harry, whatcha up to?”
More rustling as he picks up the phone. “Hey Tiff, Maggie is here, can I call you back later?”
Before I manage a response the phone is being shuffled once again.
“Hey Tiffany, its Maggie. Sorry to intrude, but I need to talk to you.” She pauses so I take this moment to reply.
“It’s good actually. I got your text but forgot to call. Sorry about that. What’s up?”
“Dina and I have a wedding booked to host in Myrtle Beach. We want to hire you to do the cake. I can email all the details. Dina won’t be travelling with me. She’s preggo and staying close to home. My friend, Kenna, who helps us on weekends will be coming with me. We’ll be staying there for four days. Maybe you can do the cake and we can find time to hang out?”
Damn, Harrison must have told Maggie something because she’s never invited me anywhere.
“Sure, Harrison knows my email. Get the info over and we will work something out.”
*****
2 Months Later
Elodie came with me to deliver the cakes. Susan is keeping Josie so we can have a girl’s weekend getaway. It’s Friday, we arrive at the hotel and unpack quickly. We have a smaller cake to set up for the rehearsal dinner tonight. Upon our arrival at the restaurant we see Maggie. I introduce Elodie, and she introduces Kenna. Once we complete our set up, we continue on, helping Maggie with their centerpieces. The four of us fall into an easy banter, as if we’ve been friends for years.
The following day we all busy ourselves in wedding tasks. Sunday night we are well rested and ready for a night out. We are meeting Maggie and Kenna for drinks down at Broadway on the Beach. Now belly up to the bar, Maggie’s already lining up the shots.
“Girls just wanna have fun.” She says with a smile that screams trouble. “Drink up bitches.”
We all take our shots and laugh. An hour later we’ve all had a couple of shots and feel the alcohol kicking in.
“Tiffany, I thought you were a bitch. You’re not though. Harrison talks about you all the time now, ya know. More than he did when y’all were fucking.” Maggie blurts out. Dumbfounded I keep quiet. “He won’t admit it, but he loves you.”
“Shhhh. Maggie, shut up. Sorry girls, Maggie is Little Miss Loose Lips when she’s drinking. I’m sure Harrison wouldn’t appreciate her spilling his secrets. Plus, he’s with Sophia...sort of.” Kenna says, trying to quiet Maggie’s ramblings.
“What do you mean, sort of? They’re together. Harrison and I have a history, and we share a common loss. We aren’t together like that Maggie. I wouldn’t do that to him or Sophia.” I reply, curious as to what these girls know.
“Fuck it, Kenna, let’s get real. I love Sophia, really great girl. She’s strung my brother along by the balls for two years though. I know, I know, they have an ‘arrangement’.” She drags the word arrangement out and uses air quotes for emphasis. “Harry wants more and she’s never willing to give more. I don’t know what her deal is, but I know my brother. He wants what he once had with you Tiffany, and more.”
“What we had was a good time between the sheets, Maggie. There was no depth to our relationship, not like the friendship we now have. I’m not going to lie, I cared a lot for your brother back then. I care a lot for your brother now.” The alcohol is relaxing my inhibitions. I need to shut my mouth.
Another round of shots down, Elodie decides to add her two cents. “Tiff, you know you love him. You know you want him. I get that you don’t want to mess up what he has going, but from these girls talking, it doesn’t sound like what he has going is all that great.”
“El, you know there is more to it than just Sophia. I’m dating Alex. Plus, Harrison and I are in a good place with our friendship, no need to complicate anything.”
“Alex, who’s Alex?” Maggie asks. “Is he hot? What’s he like in the bedroom?”
I know I’m blushing at her last question. I don’t get to answer before Elodie is laughing loudly and answers for me.
“Alex is this stuffy guy in a suit. Cute, yes
; hot like Harrison, hell no. And what guy doesn’t try to bang a hot piece like Tiff on the first night, much less months later without even a make out session. Alex needs to move on.”
“I think he’s trying to be a gentleman.” I answer, knowing damn well she just vocalized my every thought.
“Gentleman, my ass.” Maggie retorts. “Knowing my brother, you know what it’s like to be fucked seven ways to Sunday. If you haven’t slept with Alex, it’s because he doesn’t have a clue what to do with you, not because he’s a saint.”
“What does my sex life matter to you?” I say feeling defensive.
“Simple, we’re married. We love our men, but damn you get to spice it up. Until you’re married we let our inner sluts live vicariously through you.” Kenna answers in her drunken state.
“I’ve never been with anyone but Harrison. I don’t think that makes me much to live through, sorry to disappoint.”
Kenna and Elodie let out a giggle as Maggie rolls her eyes. “Sheesh, are Dina and I the only girls to let our girlie parts play a little before we settled down? Kenna has only given it up to Jake. If my brother has his way, Tiffany, your who-ha will always be all his. I know, I know, Kenna, don’t let out Harry’s secrets. We all see through it, whether he’ll admit it to himself or not. We love Sophia, but Harrison is different when he talks about you. Since, I can’t talk about that and Alex isn’t getting laid…..Elodie, what about you? Who are you fucking?”
Elodie almost spits her drink out on me. “No one, I’m in the middle of a divorce from my cheating husband, Jeff. I don’t have time to date; I have our daughter to raise.” She says solemnly.
“Well, damn. Good thing Brayden and I have it a little wild, you gals are boring.” Maggie says.
“Harrison has it wild, Maggie.” I say laughing hysterically.
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