At the subway turnstile, Les rooted in my pants pocket searching for my MTA pass. “It’s in my shirt pocket,” I slurred and made no attempt to retrieve it.
“Sheesh, why didn’t you say so!” Les brushed my breast when she took out the pass. An involuntary moan escaped my lips. The sensation was too much for me. With painfully erect nipples, an aching clit, and soaked boxers, I closed my eyes to shut out the look of lust in my eyes. She snapped her fingers in my face.
“Wake up, I hear the train.”
I slumped in the chair beside hers, my legs spread wide, acutely aware of our thighs touching. I leaned my head on her shoulder. She put her arm around me and pulled me closer.
I don’t remember getting to her apartment because I passed out in the subway back to Jamaica, Queens, where she had parked her car. Don’t ask how she managed to get my dead weight in the elevator and into her apartment, let alone into her bed. I had at least forty pounds on her. She weighed 105 pounds max and stood about five feet even in her stocking feet. I topped 5’ 9”. We often referred to ourselves as Mutt and Jeff.
The next morning, I remembered the tequila shots I’d had between the Newkies. I wanted to rip the broken Venetian blinds off the window for letting the sun poke through and shine right into my eyes. I groaned long and loud. Les came out of the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a burgundy bath towel.
“Oh, quit your moaning.”
When she turned around to reach into her drawer for a bra and panties, her long blond hair reached just above her butt. The burning in my belly almost made me forget the ache in my head. I decided that I liked her hair this way. Nausea stopped me from going over to her and running my fingers through her silky locks. She’d probably smack me but punishment didn’t scare me at all.
Les went back into the bathroom to get dressed. She’d stopped getting naked in my presence because I complained that it drove me crazy when her pink nipples puckered like that. And the blond curly hair between her legs made my clit ache.
“You want breakfast? Or Advil?”
“Advil.” My eyes hurt if I opened them more than a slit.
Les came back with pills and strong black coffee.
“Thanks,” I grumbled, and took my medicine. The coffee made my stomach turn but I forced myself to drink it. I managed a half a cup and threw off the covers. The cold air assaulted my bare thighs. All I had on were my boxers and an undershirt. Les had undressed me again and I missed it. Shit!
“You know I like to sleep naked,” I complained.
“Not in my bed you don’t.”
My head felt like an ice pick just sliced through it.
“What time is it?”
“It’s Sunday, noon.”
“Come here and help me get up, will you?”
Les took each of my hands in her much smaller ones. Her bright green eyes and freshly scrubbed face positively glowed. She wore a faux-layered shirt. A thin long-sleeved white cotton top sewn underneath a red tee type shirt hugged her ample breasts and came to just above her belt. Bell-bottom jeans, worn and ripped in the most tantalizing places, hugged her hips. Every move she made gave me a peek of smooth ivory skin.
Les abruptly pulled me up, ruining my appraisal of her lovely assets. I groaned and waited as another wave of nausea and searing pain subsided before taking the long journey to the bathroom.
“Your toothbrush is under the sink,” she said.
I may have mumbled thanks but I doubt she heard me even if I did.
After a quick shower, I managed to join her in the kitchen. On the little table with barely enough room for two, Les had the paper open to the want ads.
“Look at this one,” she said, and ran her finger along the words as she read aloud.
“Big, brave, and perpetually wet butch seeks hot, petite, and horny femme who is looking for her knight in shining armor.”
“Perpetually wet? Maybe she needs Depends.”
Les slapped my arm.
“Ow! You’re strong for a hot, petite, and horny femme.”
“Should I try?”
“Up to you. Sounds like she may be looking for a power trip, anonymous sex, or just a damsel in distress to save. You can get that at the club.”
“How about this one? Seeking a flexible fun-loving woman for acrobatics both in and out of the bedroom. A thirst for adventure a must to share glorious days and wild nights. Claustrophobics and merinthophobics need not apply.”
“What’s a merinwhatsit?”
“I think it has to do with fear of being tied up.”
“You’ve got to be kidding? How do you know this stuff?”
“Psychology was my favorite course.”
“Yeah, right. You never told me you had a fear of bondage. Want me to help you get over your phobia?”
“Smart ass,” she said, but laughed.
After she read half a dozen personal ads, we finally agreed on the first one. “Something about that knight thing has me interested.”
“Go for it.”
By summertime, I was surprised Les and Butchie were still together. It was another Saturday night and Butchie told Les she had to work the graveyard shift and even though it was supposed to be her weekend off, she was doing a friend a favor. Les was a trusting soul. Butchie left us sitting on the couch in front of the TV watching Star Trek re-runs. I knew the dialogue by heart.
“What do you want to do tonight, my sweet?” I asked. Les looked great in khaki cargo pants and a ribbed black tank with her bra straps poking out.
“Don’t know. Want to grab dinner and then decide?”
“How about we surf the net for some new ideas?”
“Sure, go ahead. Should I call in a take-out order while we look?”
“Sounds good.”
I waited for the dialup to connect me to the Internet and fumed when it was busy. “When are you going to get high-speed service? I mean, you’re management, don’t they pay you enough?”
“I’m on the computer all day at work. The last thing I want to do at night is surf the net.”
“Here’s an idea. Come here. What do you think of this?”
“Dogging? Surely, you jest. I’m not going to pay to watch someone have sex. Have you lost your mind?”
“Have you ever done it?”
“Of course not!”
“You mean to tell me that a little voyeurism wouldn’t make you wet, hot, and horny for your big, brave, butch who sweeps you off your feet,” I said, with more teasing in my voice than I really meant.
“Cut it out!”
“Sorry, but being horny when your honey gets home is going to make you both very satisfied, don’t you think?” I didn’t know what I was saying. I wanted her to be horny for me. I thought I was over her and resigned to the fact that she belonged to someone else, but not anymore and certainly not when that person didn’t deserve her.
“Well…I guess we could give it a go. It does sound kinky…and kinda fun.”
“That’s the spirit.”
“You’re not going in those ratty jeans and t-shirt, are you?” Les ran her hands over the grease stains on my thigh. What started out as banter ended up being something we would do for real. I felt like I was back at high school.
“Nah, I’ll go home and get changed after I see what’s going on tonight. What you’re wearing is fine, by the way.” I glanced appreciatively over at her and she flashed me a priceless grin.
“Wear your black jeans with the black Got Pussy shirt I bought you for your birthday.”
“Okay, if you say so. I love it when a femme dresses me.” I then busied myself looking for a date so she wouldn’t notice the hint of red coloring my cheeks. “Here’s one that’s happening tonight. You want me to set it up?”
“Yeah. Let me put in Butchie’s password.”
“She gives you her password?”
“Don’t sound so surprised. She trusts me.”
We made a date with a couple who said they’d be at a motel on the outskirts of
town where they had a room on the first floor in the back and we could watch from our car. A text message bearing directions beeped on my phone. I checked it out.
“I’ll need to borrow my cousin’s car. Yours needs a new carburetor. I tried.”
“And I appreciate it. I really should trade it in already. Last year you put in a new transmission, remember?”
“Yes, and who told you then not to sink any more money into it?”
“You did. Wait, I know, the cat lady down the hall is always begging me to take her old Buick out of the garage and start it up. We can take her car.”
“Good.”
The price for watching a couple of dykes have sex in a window at two a.m. wasn’t cheap, but I knew it would be worth it. The message said to leave the money in an envelope near the door before they started. I text messaged the women what our signals would be and agreed to their terms. When they turned on the lights, we’d flash our brights twice to let them know we were there.
I drove. “What an out-of-the-way shit hole this is.” The Vacancy sign was half off and flickered in the darkness.
“It was your idea, remember. So, quit complaining.”
I found the place with a few minutes to spare. Two a.m. sharp, the game began. Les and I parked in the back lot of a sleazy motel. I admit I was a bit hesitant to cut the engine in case we needed to make a quick getaway. The element of danger only added to the excitement thrumming through every nerve, muscle, and cell in my body. It didn’t take long to ascertain which room it was once the window shades opened and a small lamp illuminated the room in a soft glow. I flashed my brights twice.
The players started by slowly undressing each other. The larger woman, apparently the more aggressive of the two, stood with her back to the window. Her cropped wavy hair, broad shoulders, thin waist, and tight butt looked vaguely familiar but Les didn’t say a word. She sat there as if mesmerized, her hand in her lap, exceptionally close to her crotch.
“You know, you could touch yourself, if you want,” I rasped.
I put the driver’s seat back a ways, undid my belt buckle, and opened my fly, happy for going commando. Les shot me a sideways glance but quickly looked back at the scene.
The butch stood strategically off to the side so that we had a perfect view of the voluptuous blonde. She ripped off the fair woman’s white silk blouse, taking a few buttons off in the process, and exposed large high round breasts cradled in a lace bra. Seconds later the bra joined the shirt on the floor. I gasped, looking at centerfold worthy breasts I longed to taste. Les’ breath quickened too, which raised my heart rate as well as the pulse in other more southerly regions. As if reading my mind, the butch bit down on each pink nipple, then licked and sucked one into her mouth, causing the femme to throw her head back and expose a long, graceful neck.
The larger woman then put her hands in the blond tresses and tugged her neck back further still, leaving the puckered nipples unattended as she bit and kissed her way up to the waiting mouth. The femme’s neck glistened wherever her mouth had been. Again, the butch answered my prayers. I could not keep my hands off my aching clit as I watched the dueling tongues, wet lips, and the fierceness with which the butch took command. I know I specified rough, but I didn’t expect the butch to take out some rope and lay it on the bed.
Les’ hand circled her left breast and I could almost make out a puckered nipple there too.
“The skirt,” I said under my breath.
As if by magic, the black leather skirt was history. A garter belt held up stockings and the sheer lace panties matched the discarded bra. The bed had been pushed up to the window as close as possible and a piling of blankets and bedspreads from the two double beds made it easy to see the blonde’s fully erect clit. The butch tied her girlfriend’s hands to the headboard and her feet spread wide to the bedposts. Desperately fighting the urge, I could have come in that instant. I couldn’t stop watching as the butch spread the femme’s folds. My desire dampened my jeans. If I didn’t stop stroking my clit, I would come way too quickly. Les reached over and touched my arm. It felt like she burned a hole in my flesh.
“Slow down, Ran, you want to prolong it.”
“I’m…so…close.”
“Stop! Wait for the bigger one to at least get naked.”
“I can’t,” I groaned. I thought back to the last time we jerked off together. God, it had to be our senior year, but I remember it like it was yesterday. We’d shared a bottle of Reunite before the prom, left our dates, got caught kissing by the Assistant Principal, and fled before he could kick us out, or worse, call our parents. Being young and wild, we jerked off and dared each other to see who could hold out longer before coming. Les won and she never let me forget it.
She took my hand and placed it on her lap.
“You’re torturing me,” I cried.
“Good.” She grinned. I made a mental note to get her back for that one.
Neither of us was even aware of the other cars parked in the lot. It was hard to take our eyes off the doggies in the window.
The butch began to strip, hurriedly. She stood at the foot of the bed displaying a studded leather harness, which framed her firm butt nicely. The view got better when she turned slightly to show off the huge dick that pulsated with her movements. Leslie gasped. Wishing I were packing, I moved my hand further up her thigh and lightly touched her moist heated center. I stopped, hoping to sniff her scent on my fingertips. I was about to go back for more when she blocked my hand.
“Don’t. I can’t.”
“Then do it yourself, like we used to.”
Frustrated, I put my hand back where it belonged and watched as the femme’s hips jerked frantically; I could imagine her screams. The Butch slammed the cock into her hard and fast. My fingers adopted the same rhythm and Leslie followed our lead. Could four people come for the price of one? It sure seemed possible. Before the last push with the thick dick, the butch pulled out far enough for us to see how close she was to coming and just as swiftly she drove it home. I shuddered, groaned, and felt my nipples tighten to painful points. Goosebumps traveled the length of my body with each wave. I forced my eyes to remain open. Les was too far gone to pay attention.
When we were all sated, the butch untied her girlfriend and turned towards the window as if to take a bow.
Les let out a whooping sound that scared the shit out of me.
“What?”
“Oh, God! It’s Butchie.”
“What are you talking about? That isn’t Butchie,” I said, pointing to the woman in the window, who had begun to dress.
“Not her! The one over there.”
I looked around and saw a few cars with couples in them, obviously in different stages of sex play.
Leslie took my head in her hands and twisted my neck to the right. “There. In that car over there.”
Butchie must have turned on the inside car to see what she was doing. Her head was thrown back against the seat rest and her face flopped toward the driver’s window, while the blonde was busy sucking on her tits. Butchie’s big hands caressed the small woman’s back before she lifted her buttocks, separated her ass cheeks, and placed her on what had to be a waiting dick, judging from the movements and the blonde’s assistance in getting it inside her. Butchie then lifted and lowered the woman up and down over the cock. The totally naked blonde used her strong thigh muscles for more leverage. It was quite a scene.
Les started to get out of my car. I missed grabbing her arm by a millimeter and hopped out after her.
“Les, don’t. Butchie’s a player. Confronting her will only give her satisfaction. Let’s go.”
“No,” Les cried. She ran up to Butchie’s truck and pounded the window with her fist. Butchie and a shell-shocked blonde abruptly stopped what they were doing. Les went to beat on her girlfriend, but I took her arms. Butchie started to speak.
“Save it,” I threatened.
“Les, baby.”
She obviously hadn’t hear
d me. I moved in closer and towered over her. If I wanted to, I could easily make her sorry she ever hurt my best friend, but she wasn’t worth it.
“You bastard!” Leslie spat and slapped Butchie’s face, leaving a welt the size of her hand. Butchie only smiled. She was obviously into rough stuff.
I practically carried Les to the car, and drove away as quickly as I could before Les resorted to tears. As soon as I could find a safe spot to stop the car, I took Les in my arms. Kissing away her tears, I found her mouth and worked at comforting her with tender kisses. I pulled her tighter into my arms to give her whatever she needed right then. I wanted her, all of her at that moment, and for every moment for the rest of our lives. My blood boiled when she hurt like this.
“Ran, I was so stupid,” Les cried, but she let me hold her.
“You didn’t know. Butchie was too slick.”
“I should have listened to you.”
“It’s better you saw for yourself.”
“Hold me tighter.”
I did and I was surprised when Les’ tongue parted my lips. Hungrily, I devoured her mouth. She put her hands under my shirt and ran her nails along the prickled flesh of my back. I shivered in response and mirrored her actions. Cool and smooth-as-silk flesh became hot under my touch. The back of her bra got in the way but I quickly unhooked it, stroked her back and then slid my hands around the front under her shirt and finally under her bra. I lifted the shirt and bra and sucked a nipple in between my teeth.
“Ah, God,” she moaned.
I had my hands in her hair then, and used my mouth to kiss every spot I could get my lips and tongue on. I licked away the salty tears, tasted her, and feasted on her upper torso until I couldn’t take it a moment longer. I went for the zipper on her khakis and she scooted over in the seat to allow me better access. When she lifted her hips, the desire that mirrored my own was abundantly evident as her pussy glistened in the moonlight.
I removed her shirt and she tossed the bra.
“In the back.” The urgency was evident in my voice.
She crawled in the back seat. I took off my shirt, and opened my pants, pulling them down as far as I could in the cramped space, before I joined her. We fumbled for the few minutes it took me to get completely naked.
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