by JT Harding
In the kitchen she made herself a long drink, made a second and wandered upstairs to the bedroom to see how Jenni was and ask if she needed anything. The bedroom door was not fully closed and Kim pushed it gently, not wanting to disturb the other woman if she was still sleeping.
Jenni lay on top of the bed, sprawling to take up all the room, arms thrown wide, legs splayed, her heavy breasts rising and falling. Kim stood in the doorway, unable to take her eyes off the vision displayed before her. Watching, Kim experienced a throbbing between her legs and lifted a finger to touch her left nipple. She was unbelievably sensitive and gave a quiet gasp as the flesh responded to her touch, stiffening and filling. A bead of milk expressed itself and dampened her fingertip.
Jenni stirred, letting her breath out in a long sigh, twisting one way then the other. She lifted a hand to her face and scratched her cheek. Her eyes opened and stared up at the ceiling before noticing Kim standing in the doorway.
“Oh.” Her voice was furred by sleep. “Have you been there long?” She made no move to cover herself, content to display her perfect body to Kim, or unselfconscious enough not to be aware she was displaying.
“Not long.” Kim leaned against the edge of the door. “I brought you a drink, or do you want to sleep some more? How’s the leg?”
Jenni rubbed her nose and shook her head. “I won’t sleep again tonight if I do. The leg’s fine now, I think. I really ought to get up.” She made no move, instead stretching, arching her back and smiling with pleasure.
Kim straightened and moved into the room. She placed the drinks on the nightstand, turned to the bed, hesitated, sat.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Jenni?” She looked into the other woman’s eyes, and they both knew the question was not as casual as Kim made it sound.
“I’m good,” Jenni said. “How come you and Joe have such a perfect marriage? What’s your secret? Tell me, please.” Jenni grinned, trying to make a joke of her words.
“We’re not so perfect.”
“You seem to be from where I am.”
Kim pulled a sad face and put her hand on Jenni’s right ankle. For a moment Jenni tensed, then relaxed, as though making a conscious decision to let things go where they would.
“I’ve got a question for you,” Kim said.
“Shoot.”
“Why is a woman as beautiful as you still hanging around with a loser like your husband?”
Jenni laughed softly, her body stretching once more as though sleep still lingered within her bones and needed to be eased loose. “You overestimate me, Kim. Life’s never as easy as it seems. Joe said the same thing to me and I’ll give you the same answer I gave him. I’m not beautiful, and I don’t have too many options.”
Kim shook her head, found her fingers had started to lightly stroke up and down along Jenni’s leg, never straying more than six inches from her ankle, but moving in soft trails over the smooth skin. Kim had no idea when she had started to perform the movement, but it felt good to touch the other woman. The tingle came again between her legs. Her eyes dropped from Jenni’s face to take in her breasts. Her gaze lingered, openly looking, and as though in response she saw Jenni’s nipples fill and lengthen, lifting out from the dark aureole surrounding them. Kim had draped her t-shirt over her shoulder, a token effort to cover herself, but she knew it had settled between them and her breasts were now on display.
“Are you ready to try?” Kim asked. “You can leave him if it’s what you want.”
“I do want things,” Jenni said. “I want kids. Like you. I envy you so much with Ami. She’s so gorgeous I want to eat her up.”
Kim laughed. “Don’t do that. You can have babies with someone else. Maybe it’s Mark’s fault you can’t get pregnant.”
“It isn’t that simple.” Jenni rolled over and lay on her belly, dislodging Kim’s hand from her leg.
Kim looked down, studying Jenni’s ass, laid her hand back on Jenni’s leg, this time higher than before. Kim was nervous, not quite sure what she was really up to, but beginning to form an idea of what she wanted. Butterflies gathered in her stomach. She had never done anything with another woman before. She had played with the idea once or twice, teased Joe a couple of times, the teasing exciting her as well. She knew the scenario aroused Joe, aroused him a lot. She had never touched another woman in the way she wanted to touch Jenni now, but she had never known anyone like Jenni before.
“It can be simple,” Kim said. “Leave him, Jen.”
“I’ve got nowhere to go.”
“Stay with us.”
Jenni gave a bitter laugh. “You don’t know Mark. He’d be round here in a second demanding I go back. He’s not a nice man, Kim. Not nice at all.”
“Joe can take care of us. Besides, I didn’t mean here, though you’re welcome here too. I meant back home, in New York. Come stay with us in New York.”
Jenni rolled on her side to stare at Kim. “You hardly know me.” Her breasts swung free as she turned, heavy and curved against the sheets, nipples obscured but the pink circle of her aureole showing.
“Well enough to know how much we like you. Don’t underestimate yourself, Jen. Mark’s turned you into a mouse, and you’re not a mouse.” Her hand had reached the back of Jenni’s knee, the skin smooth and soft.
“Still.” Jenni rested her head on crossed hands. “You don’t need me butting in. You’re such a tight unit, you and Joe and Ami. You don’t need a cuckoo in the nest.”
“I’d like it if you came to stay with us,” Kim said, and found her voice caught with the emotion coursing through her. “I’d really like it. I know Joe would too.”
Kim moved up the bed until she was sitting close to Jenni. The movement caused the t-shirt to fall loose, draping against her thigh before sliding to the floor. Kim moved her hand along the back of Jenni’s thigh, slid it high up, not to where she wanted to go, not yet, but closer. Jenni tensed again, as she had when Kim first touched her. Kim waited, and once more Jenni relaxed beneath her fingers. That loosening of the tension excited Kim, made her think the impossible was possible, what she was thinking of might actually happen.
Kim wondered what was going through Jenni’s mind. The same thoughts, different thoughts, thoughts of Joe, perhaps? Kim wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Not jealous. She imagined the idea of Joe with another woman ought to make her jealous, but something different about Jenni displaced normal emotion.
Jenni sighed, made no reply. Kim didn’t know if she had expected one. The butterflies were flapping madly now and she was trying to decide whether to go forward or pull back. How would Jenni react? If Kim moved further, would that be the end of the short friendship that had been developing? Or would she welcome Kim’s advances?
Jenni stretched, the movement parting her thighs and Kim smelled the rawness of her, the scent that came with arousal, looked at the perfect skin of her ass, at the tan lines formed by her bikini bottom. She leaned over and kissed Jenni on the side of her hip just where the round curve of her ass formed.
“What are you doing?” Jenni asked, but no shock sounded in her voice, her words soft.
“Kissing your butt.” Kim laughed, letting some of her nervous tension loose.
“Why?”
Kim laughed again. “Do you have to ask? You’ve got maybe the most perfect ass in the world. Why wouldn’t I want to kiss it?” Kim leaned down again, kissed once more, further in toward the center, the kiss lasting longer and when she finished she kept her face there, cheek pressed against Jenni’s curves.
“Oh... Is that all...?”
“All what?” Kim let her lips tickle Jenni’s ass as she spoke.
“As long as that’s all you want to do.”
“What if I wanted more?” Kim laid her hand high against Jenni’s thigh, fingers draping inside her parted legs, almost but not quite touching the bloom of her labia.
“I don’t know.” Jenni spoke into the sheets. “I’ve never done anything... you know, with another woman
...” She sighed deeply. “You do know I mean, don’t you?”
Kim nodded, moved her hand a little. Her finger now pressed lightly against Jenni’s pussy. She waited for some indication of resistance, but none came.
“I expect you do this kind of thing a lot, in New York.”
Kim laughed, her head shaking gently against Jenni’s ass, the globes responding to the movement and Kim took the opportunity to move her hand again so her finger now pressed more firmly. She was sure dampness lay against her finger.
“I’ve never done anything like this,” Kim said, and let another kiss linger on Jenni’s ass. She rolled her face sideways, relishing the way Jenni’s smooth skin brushed her cheek.
“I don’t believe you,” Jenni said. “You seem so sure of yourself.”
“I’m not sure at all, not about this... only about what I want.”
“Oh.”
“Do you mind?” Kim asked.
“What, having my ass kissed? And... that other thing you’re doing?”
“Yeah, this. Do you mind me doing these things?”
“I don’t know.”
“You only have to say no, Jen. I won’t mind. I’ll understand completely. Say no and I’ll stop.” She pressed her fingers harder against Jenni’s slit. The tightness resisted, the fullness of her labia closing her sex to all but a determined finger, and Kim was not yet brave enough to attempt that violation.
“I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“I think you do. You know exactly what you want to do, Jen. You just don’t want to say it out loud, but that’s okay.” She worked her fingers against Jenni’s pussy, enjoying the way the curls of pubic hair brushed against the back of her hand. Kim trailed her fingers along the crack of Jenni’s ass once more, not pressing too hard where she wanted to.
“It feels odd,” Jenni said.
“Good odd or bad odd?” Kim sat up, laid her hand on the soft white skin of Jenni’s butt, her fingers curling inside the crack of Jenni’s ass. Still no objection came so Kim allowed her hand to drift slowly down between Jenni’s thighs again.
“Nn,” Jenni said as Kim touched her sex. “Good odd, I guess.”
“Yeah?” Kim rubbed her finger along the length of Jenni’s slit, definitely slick with juices now. She dropped her other hand to her lap and pressed hard against herself through her bikini bottoms. These will have to come off, she thought.
“Mm, yeah,” Jenni said.
“You want me to stop?”
Jenni shook her head into the bed.
Kim lay against Jenni and kissed her at the top of her ass, right at the point the deep crack formed from her back. She flicked her tongue out, licked along Jenni’s skin, tasting sweat, tasting ocean salt.
“You gotta say it, Jen.” Kim allowed her tongue to work down along Jenni’s crack. She wasn’t sure if she was actually going to perform the act forming in her mind, whether it was too much, whether it would disgust Jenni, but she could always stop or pretend it was a mistake. She put her hands on Jenni’s ass cheeks and parted them, exposing the small tight bud nestled there, perfectly pink, perfectly formed. She licked above with her tongue, lightly, once.
“I want you to carry on,” Jenni said. “I think I want you to touch me.”
“Mm-hm.” Kim flicked her tongue again, catching the side of Jenni’s asshole and Jenni jerked as though shocked.
“Oh my God!”
“Has anyone ever done this to you before?” Kim flicked her tongue again, letting it linger a moment.
“God no! Has anyone done it to you?”
“Sure,” Kim said, voice muffled as she buried herself between Jenni’s ass cheeks, her tongue now working against her asshole. “It’s good, isn’t it?”
“Nn… yeah, I think so. But... it’s so dirty.”
“No. Your ass is wonderfully clean.”
“Doesn’t it taste of... you know... of shit?”
Kim laughed softly. “Not at all.” She made the tip of her tongue hard and pushed it inside Jenni’s asshole.
“Oh my God! Does Joe do this to you?”
“He does.”
“Does he like doing it?”
Kim laughed again. “Oh yeah, I do believe he does. But not as much as I like him doing it to me. “You’re not so innocent, Jen. You’ve heard about this kind of thing.”
“Heard, yeah... I just didn’t think – oh Christ!” Jenni yelped as Kim pushed her tongue into her ass and at the same time slid her thumb between her pussy lips and penetrated deep inside.
“You’re not allowed to come,” Kim said.
Jenni responded as though she had not heard. “Does Joe... does he do anything else to you?”
Kim pecked kisses all over Jenni’s ass, tasting the salt of the sea, tasting the essence of the woman. “What kind of things do you mean, Jen?” She re-applied her tongue to Jenni’s asshole, pushing slightly, trying to remember how Joe did this to her so she could make it as good.
“Does he only lick you there, or does he... you know, Kim... does he fuck you too?”
“Does Mark fuck you in the ass, Jen?” Kim asked back. She had wetted her finger and pressed it inside Jenni’s tight budded asshole. Only as far as the top of her nail yet, but she was beginning to learn exactly why Joe found this such a turn on.
Jenni gasped as Kim’s finger probed more deeply, but she also lifted her hips as though wanting more. She shook her head. “Mark hardly fucks me at all. And when he does he’s always so angry.”
“How can he not want to fuck you? I know Joe’d fuck you all the time if you were his wife.”
“Nn,” Jenni said as Kim pushed her finger deeper, up to the knuckle now. “Does Joe fuck you all the time, Kim?”
Kim turned her hand, the ribbed inner walls of Jenni’s ass against her fingertip. “Every day. Sometimes two or three times a day. We love sex, both of us. Love each other.”
“You... you’re kissing my butt, Kim. You’ve got your finger...” Jenni stopped, said so softly Kim barely heard, in a small, shy voice, “You’ve got your finger in my ass. Is that loving Joe?”
“You like?” Kim ignored Jenni’s question. “You like my finger in your ass?”
Jenni nodded into the pillows.
“Say it.” Kim pressed harder, her finger sliding all the way inside, all the way to the top joint. She could feel the tunnel widening beyond the tight ring of muscle.
“I love it.”
“I want Joe to fuck me in the ass.” Kim kissed Jenni’s cheeks again. She pulled her thighs apart and started to lick along their hollowed inner walls. “But I’m too tight and he’s too big.”
“You’ve tried?” Jenni shifted position, making her pussy available when Kim was ready.
“Lots of times. We play with each other. I would love for him to put his cock in my ass, but we can’t do it.” Kim flicked her tongue across Jenni’s slit and felt her jump. “Would you like Joe’s cock in your ass, Jen?”
“Ohh... God, Kim, that’s so good.”
“That wasn’t an answer. Tell me, would you like Joe to fuck you in the ass?”
“I don’t know. No. Yes... I don’t know.”
“Do you want him to try?”
“What are you doing to me,” Jenni said, but it was not a protest, more a cry of wonder.
“I want Joe to fuck me in the ass so much, but he can’t. He might be able to fuck you while I watch. Would you like that, Jen?”
“Oh God, I’m going to come.”
Kim pulled her finger gently from Jenni’s ass and sat back. “You’re not allowed to come.”
“You’re kidding me.” Jenni moved back against Kim’s hand now, all reluctance washed away by lust.
“No. I’m going to work you up and not let you come. I want to see how much you can take.”
Jenni rolled over, pulling away from Kim, sliding underneath her and Kim sat up and looked down at the other woman’s flushed face. Jenni lifted her legs and lay back wi
th her pussy wantonly exposed, framed by the tuft of dark hair. Jenni slid her hand down and pushed two fingers inside herself.
“No cheating,” Kim laughed. She grabbed Jenni’s hand and pulled her fingers free. “I’m the only one allowed to touch you there today.”
Jenni giggled as they wrestled. Kim played along, enjoying the other woman’s body sliding against her own. Their breasts touched and pressed together, and Kim knew she was streaking milk across Jenni’s body. Their heads came together, lips close and both slowed, aware that some other boundary was about to be crossed. Jenni stilled and Kim lay against her, their lips almost touching. Jenni’s breath was warm and sweet against Kim’s face.
Kim angled her head to one side and waited.
Jenni angled her head the other.
Kim lowered her head until her lips brushed against Jenni’s, drew back.
She looked into Jenni’s dark eyes, saw a glitter deep within. Jenni’s hand touched the back of her neck, a soft insistent pressure.
Kim lowered her mouth. Jenni’s lips accepted hers, opening, and a tongue explored against her own. Kim parted her lips, allowing the sweet invader to violate her mouth. It had been years since Kim had kissed anyone other than Joe this way. The taste and texture of Jenni’s mouth on hers was unbelievable. Fuck, if she had known it was going to feel this good kissing another woman she’d have started a decade sooner.
Jenni’s hand slid around, exploring the side of Kim’s breast, moved in to find a nipple and Kim jerked at the impossible sensitivity.
She pulled her mouth away and slid down until her lips found Jenni’s nipple.
“Kim,” Jenni said, wonder in her voice. “I can taste me on your mouth. Oh God... so wicked... Ahh.” She gasped as Kim used her teeth lightly on her nipples, stiff and hard now.
Jenni’s fingers searched, probing for more and Kim pulled away and slid off the bed.
“Cheating,” she said, standing beside the bed, breathing hard. She saw Jenni glance at her chest, looked down at herself, trails of milk streaking the undersides of her small breasts.
