by Frank Downey
"Neither do I," Jess agreed.
"What do you have in mind?" Jessie told him. A grin spread across his face. "Ooooh, I like it!"
The next night was a Friday. The threesome ate, chatted a bit, then put Betsy to bed. When she was in her room and asleep, Jess pulled Sophie off the couch and led her into the bedroom, Warren following behind. When they got to the bedroom, Jess started taking Sophie's clothes off.
"Oooh, Jessie's horny," Sophie giggled.
"Yes, but not the way you think. I have plans for you."
"Plans?"
"You'll love it," Warren interjected. Sophie looked at him. "Yes, I'm in on it," he grinned.
Jessie had gotten all of Sophie's clothes off by then, and led her to the bed. "Lie down," Jessie commanded. Sophie did so, and Jessie reached under the bed and withdrew the restraints. He pulled Sophie's wrist up to the headboard.
" You are going to tie me up?" Sophie said.
"Oh, I'm going to do more than tie you up," Jess grinned.
"OOOOOOO!"
"That's right." Jess got the other hand tied, then grabbed the blindfold. "I can't tie your ankles yet, I have to do something first," Jess said while stripping her own clothes off. Warren was doing the same. Once Jess was nude, she went to fetch a bag she had hidden earlier. She withdrew a few things out of the bag.
"Now, Sophie, this is very important," Jessie said. "If you don't do what I say, it could be painful for you. I need you to spread your legs as wide as they will go, and you can not move. Not an inch. I'll hurt you if you do. Got me?"
"Uh, yeah, but..."
"No buts." When Sophie got her legs spread, Jessie withdrew a can from the bag. She squirted the can right between Sophie's legs.
"What is that?" Sophie gasped.
"Shaving gel," Jess grinned.
"You're going to shave me down THERE?!?!?"
"A necessary preparation for the festivities to come. Plus, I think it'll be sexy. Don't move," Jess said. Sophie did her best not to even flinch, as she felt Jess work the razor around her sensitive areas.
"Oh, I was right, this is gonna be sexy," Jess enthused.
"Just don't cut me!" Sophie blurted nervously.
"Never." Sophie tensed as Jess moved the razor perilously close to her labia, but Jess handled it just fine. "Warren? A wet washcloth, please," Jessie said. Warren went to fetch one, and Jessie used it to wipe up the remaining shaving gel.
"You're gonna soak the bed," Sophie laughed.
"We have one of those pads underneath the sheet," Warren told her. "We'll have to change the sheet, but the mattress will be fine."
"And we're going to need that pad, because we're not done," Jessie said. "Now, voila!" she said, waving at Sophie's completely bare pussy. "I was right. That is so sexy." She giggled. "Soph, you look fourteen again."
"No, actually, she had more hair than that at fourteen," Warren laughed.
"Shit, I think I had more hair than that at eleven," Sophie said. "I've always kept it trimmed, but I've never shaved it."
"It really is sexy," Warren told her.
"And, Warren, I think she liked it," Jessie smirked. "Look at that erect little clittie. Anyhow, time to tie up her ankles." Warren helped Jessie do just that.
Sophie relaxed her legs so that they could tie her ankles to the bed. When done, she was helpless, completely bound, and still blindfolded. She waited expectantly as she heard Jessie and Warren rustling through the bag and whispering to one another. One of them left-she found out it was Warren when Jess said, "Hold on, Warren's getting something ready." Jess was lightly stroking Sophie's nipples, which just increased her already-building slow boil.
Then Sophie heard Warren come back in the bedroom-and then she felt something. Something warm, wet, and sticky was being drizzled on her breasts. She gasped, and her nipples went completely erect. She felt the substance being dripped all over her breasts, down her stomach, and even a bit on her thighs. Some of it oozed down between her legs. It felt so nice and warm.
"That's the hot fudge," Warren chucked. "Got the whipped cream, Jess?"
"Yup." Sophie heard the squirting of the can, and the warm wet stuff on her boobs was joined by a cold blast of fluffiness. The contrast made her yelp. That, too, was spread down her stomach and onto her thighs.
"Here's a couple of cherries for her boobs," Warren said. "Should we put some in her pussy?"
Sophie laughed. "That pussy hasn't seen a cherry in a long time."
"Good point," Warren laughed.
"Besides, I got something else for that," Jess said. Sophie heard the bag rustle again.
"Ooh, good idea," Warren said, "but won't it be too mushy?"
"Nah, look, it's still a little green. Ripe enough to eat, but not too ripe to be mushy."
Oh, God, Sophie thought, knowing just what it was. A banana? Then she felt it, as Jess pushed it halfway into her. "Oh GOD!" Sophie moaned. It felt so weird, but so great!
"Got the camera?" Jessie asked. Warren grinned, and produced his digital camera.
"CAMERA?" Sophie hissed.
"But of course. We're sending the pictures into Human Gourmet magazine," Jessie laughed. "Nah, Soph, we just want to be able to show you what you looked like. Trust me, it's great. All set, Warren?"
"Yup."
"Good. Now for the fun." Jess and Warren each got on the bed, one on each side of Sophie, and started working on the stuff on her boobs. They circled their tongues through the whipped cream and the hot fudge, licking it off of her boobs. Sophie was going crazy. Warren and Jessie got through the whipped cream on top, and had hit the fudge on the bottom, and were swirling their tongues around Sophie's nipples to get all the fudge. Sophie had been worked up enough, what with all that gooey mess on her boobs and the banana in her pussy, but their tongues were really working her over. She unconsciously strained at her bonds and moaned deeply as their tongues roamed over her.
Her breasts heaved as Jess and Warren hit bare skin. They sucked on her nipples for a while, then started moving down her stomach. They cleaned up the fudge and whipped cream from her stomach, then moved down to her thighs. She squirmed and whinnied.
"Oh, this feels so great!" Sophie blurted, as Warren and Jessie moved up her thighs, licking all the gooeyness off. When it was all gone, Jess moved up, kissing up Sophie's stomach on the way to her boobs. Warren went for the banana.
He started nibbling on the end that was protruding from Sophie's pussy. She felt it quiver inside her as he took little bites up its length. She gasped as Warren moved upwards on it. His nose ticked her clit. He got to the end of the part that was protruding, leaving a little bit as a fingerhold. Then he slowly started pulling the rest out of her pussy, eating it bit by bit as it came out.
"Nnnnnnnngggggg!" Sophie moaned. She could feel the banana slowly sliding out of her, and, with her pussy shaved, it felt like Warren's face was everywhere. And Jessie was still working over her tits. Then, the banana was gone, and Warren's face was everywhere. Sophie'd never had her pussy eaten when she was shaved. It just made everything more intense. His face burrowed into her shaved mons as his tongue worked up and down her pussy. When he latched his lips on her clit, his chin burrowed into the flesh all around her labia. The sensation of skin-on-skin was incredible. Sophie came in a hurry.
As she was coming down, she heard Jessie say, "Hey, Warren. Come here." He got out from between her legs, and Sophie could hear the rustling of the sheets. She heard Jess giggle and Warren gasp, then Jessie touched Sophie's lips and said, "Hey, Soph. Open wide!"
Sophie did, smiling, anticipating Warren's cock sliding into her mouth. Which it did. What she didn't anticipate was the added extra. Jessie had covered Warren's cock with the hot fudge! Sophie, delighted, took it into her mouth and devoured it. Meanwhile, Jessie had slipped down and taken Warren's place between Sophie's legs. Sophia hummed happily as she sucked all the hot fudge from Warren's dick, as Jessie nibbled on her clit. She ran her lips up and down Warren's cock, licking off all t
he fudge and getting Warren right close to the boiling point while she was at it. Of course, Sophie was getting pretty close to the boiling point herself, with Jessie's tongue working away at her bare pussy. They went almost simultaneously.
"Oh, God," Sophie groaned. "Jess, get him back up for me, I need to be fucked!"
"Sorry, dear. You've had two cums already. I haven't had a one. He's going to eat me out first." Sophie groaned.
"I've got something to keep her busy," Warren said. He went into their goody drawer and got the timed vibrator. He set it, then slid it into Sophie. "It goes on for a minute then off for two. It drives her nuts," Warren told Jessie with a grin.
"Nnnnnnngggggggg!!" Sophie groaned as it flicked on. "NO!" she blurted as it flicked off. "Nnnnnnnnngggggggg!" as it switched on again.
"Oooh, I like that thing!" Jessie laughed.
"You would, you sadist," Sophie panted. "NNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!"
Jessie was still laughing. "Come on, Warren. Do your thing."
Warren chuckled, and crawled between Jessie's legs. "Jess, I should shave you."
"I dunno," Jessie said.
"Do it," Sophie advised. "It's... nnnnnngggggggg!... incredible."
"Maybe. But not now," Jessie laughed. Warren just grinned at her and went to town with his tongue.
Sophie was going nuts, what with that infernal vibrator switching on and off-plus the euphoric noises that Jessie was making next to her. Finally, after far too long, Sophie felt the vibrator being withdrawn, and rapidly replace by Warren's dick. All it took was that first long stroke and a little bump-and-grind by Warren and Sophie exploded. Warren wasn't anywhere near done, and managed to bring Sophie to climax once more before he came into her.
Afterwards, they were all completely spent. It took Warren and Jessie a couple minutes to get the energy to get Sophie out of her bonds. When they did, she reached over and hugged them both. "Thanks, guys. That was so much fun! We have to do this again."
"Good thing I bought the extra-large jar of hot fudge," Jessie smirked.
Chapter 139 - More Discoveries
Liz Cushman arrived back from the rink after another day at practice. She walked into her apartment and stumbled into the kitchen. There she found Crash hunched over a pan.
"Hi, honey," she said, walking up and kissing him. "Wait a minute, you're cooking?"
"Yup," he grinned. "I can, you know."
"Wonders never cease," she grinned back. "Whatcha making?"
"Galumpki."
"Scuse me?"
"Galumpki. Polish dish--stuffed cabbage. You'll love it."
"I'll take your word for it," she grinned.
"Trust me. Anyhow, you've been doing a lot around here, I know. You were letting me get used to the law school workload and I appreciate it--but you need a break."
"You're so sweet," she grinned. She watched him spoon a meat mixture into steamed cabbage leaves and roll them up. "Can I help?"
"No. Sit," he pointed to the table. "I told you, you get a break tonight." She giggled and sat at the kitchen table. "You can sit there, watch me play with cabbage, and tell me how your day went."
"Fine," she grinned. "Hard. Sophie and Warren are dead, I've decided."
"Why?" Crash laughed.
"The program they set for me is a ballbuster," she giggled. "It's so hard, when you incorporate the technical elements into it, too. I get done with it and I feel like I've spent a day with the Thighmaster."
"Well, they're ice dancers, they forget about all them pesky jumps."
"Yeah," she laughed. Crash had finished his preparations, and popped the pan of galumpki into the oven. He rinsed off his hands, and sat down at the table with her.
"How were classes today?" she asked.
"Fine. It's getting--well, not easier, but I'm getting more used to the routine."
"That's good. How long those things take?" Liz asked, pointing towards the stove.
"Half hour."
"Good." She stood up. "C'mere," she said, and led Crash into the living room. She pointed to the couch, he sat, and she sat next to him, curling up into him. "I need a cuddle."
"Your wish is my command," he grinned. They sat there, just cuddling and kissing for a while.
Then, Liz said, "Jay?"
"Hmmm?"
"You know, when I talked to you about moving in here, the reasons I gave you were all valid. But, I'll admit it--I was worried. I knew we were kind of jumping into this. But I have to say--so far, it's working like a dream. I know it's only a little over a month, but I'm so glad you're here."
"I feel the same way. There are days I have to pinch myself," he grinned. Liz giggled at that. "Jeez, you've even somehow made me all domestic."
"Oh, when I walked in today and saw you cooking, I got a hell of a case of the warm-and-fuzzies," Liz grinned.
"That's my Lizzie, queen of the warm-and-fuzzies."
"That's my Jay-Jay, keeping me that way," she grinned. "My God, listen to us--we're worse than War and Soph."
"Nope. Not possible. Can't be done," Crash deadpanned. They looked at each other and burst out laughing.
* * *
"Hey, Snugglebear, guess who I got an email from today?" Sophie asked.
"Paul McCartney," Warren teased.
"No, you goof. Siobhan, my cousin."
"Oh, cool. How's she doing. All settled in at school?"
"Yup," Sophie told him. "She seems to love it. I'm glad, she's so young."
"Not any younger than I was when I first went to college. OK, a couple months younger, but I was still only 17 when we came here."
"I know. All you damn prodigies," Sophie grinned. "She didn't start school a year early like you did, though, you know. She skipped third grade. Anyhow, she's doing very well, and she loves Stanford."
"Good for her."
"Yup. She got a sophomore as a roommate, and she says that's turned out really well, because her roommate's introduced her around. Oh, and guess who her roommate is. Sheila Mitchell."
"The swimmer? Won all those gold medals this summer?"
"The same. Siobhan jokes that she can't stand it, she's surrounded by Olympians."
"She'll get over it!"
* * *
"You want me to what?" Kristin asked.
"I want you to play. In the talent show. I think you should," Tom told her.
Wilkins Academy had a talent show every autumn. This year, it would be the first Saturday in October. Peg, Kristin's mother, had mentioned it because she was helping out with it this year. Tom and Kristin were there, just hanging out, and Tom thought it sounded great.
"I can't play in the talent show!" Kristin insisted.
"Sure you can."
"Easy for you to say. You're used to performing in front of people."
"I didn't used to be, though," Tom informed her. "The first couple of times I did it, I was terrified. I used a few techniques."
"What, imagine the audience in their underwear?" Kris laughed.
"No, that one doesn't work. You end up laughing too hard and fall down in the middle of the triple lutz. Or, in your case, an arpeggio. No, the best thing is that you know where someone you love is sitting. I used my parents when I first started skating. I'd come out on the ice and look right at them until the moment I started skating. I'd pretend they were the only people in the world. When the actual skating starts, it's easier anyway."
"OK, so if I did it, would you be there?" Kris asked.
"Of course. Are you kidding? Wouldn't miss it."
"Well, let me ask you this then: why do you want me to do it?"
"You'll only understand that after you do it."
She looked at him, took a deep breath, and then said, "OK. Fine. I'll do it. I must be insane."
* * *
"Nice ass!" Jessie yelled.
"Well, thank you very much," Ryan Killen grinned, as he came up and sat beside her.
"RYAN!" she laughed. "Actually, I was talking about Sophie." She pointed at the ice surface.
"That practice dress is too small."
"It's a pre-pregnancy one," Sophie giggled, having heard them. "It still fits well enough, but there's a stubborn seven pounds I got while pregnant that I've never been able to get rid of."
"Yeah, and all in the ass!" Jessie joked again.
"Can we skate now?" Warren mock-pouted. Everyone laughed, and Warren and Sophia started practicing.
"How you been?" Jess asked Ryan.
"Well enough. Our practices have sucked, because Courtney's really got a hair across her ass, but that'll pass. Eventually."
"Yeah, when she's dead," Jessie snorted.
Ryan laughed, then got serious. "Listen, Jess, I was wondering... um, do you have any plans for this Friday?"
Jess froze. "No," she managed to get out.
"Well, I was wondering," Ryan said again, "well, if you would like to go out with me. Maybe dinner and a movie?"
"You're asking me out?" Jess hissed, shocked.
"Yeah."
"Even though you know about my, well, lifestyle?" she said, waving at Warren and Sophie out on the ice.
"I asked you on a date, not to marry me. What you do on your own time is your own business." He grinned at her. "At least for now." Then he sobered up again. "But I get the feeling that your lifestyle, as you call it, isn't enough for you. Not anymore."
"No. No it's not. As much as I love them, you're right, it's not."
"Jess. I like you. A lot."
Jessie grinned. "I like you a lot, too, Ryan. What about Courtney?"
"What I do off the ice is no longer any of her business."
"Good. Yes. I'd love to go out with you Friday."
"Great!"
* * *
It was a Saturday. Tom Bellamy was sitting in his apartment, watching TV, Kristin curled up on the couch with him. He had been getting extra practice in, because Skate America was only a few weeks away, so Kristin drove out to Acton this weekend. While they were sitting there, just cuddling, the phone rang.
Tom picked it up. "Hello? Oh, hi Warren! Yeah... really? Oh, that sucks. Yeah... I think so but I'll call her. Let me get back to you."
