“You have bigger bones,” I reasoned. “I have a massive butt. It makes sense that we wear the same size.”
She grunted, mumbled something unintelligible, and walked out into the communal living space between the bedrooms. My breasts ached without the proper support, but I managed to get dressed and we left.
The Bear was packed with students suffering from terminal munchies and in dire need of a study break and caffeine infusion. The line was long, but it moved quickly. Kat ordered the usual black coffee and a buttered bagel, and I had a double scoop of Jamocha® Almond Fudge on a sugar cone and a Coke.
“I can’t understand how you don’t get sweeted out with all that junk.”
“Sweets like sweets, I guess.” I licked the cone enjoying each orgasmic drop, except for the one that fell on my chin. Kat wiped it up and stuck her finger in my mouth. I offered her a taste of my ice cream in return, and she took the smallest sample. She screwed up her face as if she was sucking on lemons.
I laughed out loud. “And I’ll never understand how you can hate ice cream.”
“I prefer salty snacks.”
“Ah, right. So, which hot, sweaty guy would you like to lick clean?” I enjoyed the bright red hue that worked up from her neck to the tip of her forehead.
She grinned. “Not telling.”
“That’s no fair! I tell you everything.” I punched her arm and took off for home before she could reciprocate. It was a good thing we lived in student housing within walking distance from campus. By the time we got to our room, we were both winded and I gloated because I had beaten her there. Kat’s legs might have been longer, but I was the star short-distance runner on the track team. She was no match for me when it came to speed.
I collapsed on her bed, and she practically fell on top of me.
“You think you’re so cool, don’tcha? Well, we’ll see how fast you are when I make it so you can’t move.”
“Help,” I cried, sounding more comical than convincing.
“You’re trapped and no one’s around to help you.” Kat used tickling to her advantage.
Between fits of laughter, I managed to gasp, “Stop…Uncle, I give…” I didn’t stop her when she kissed me hard and fierce on the lips. We’d kissed plenty on the cheek and forehead, but this kiss was different. My lips parted. I grabbed her head, giddy from sugar and endorphins. I had never been kissed quite so fervently before. Her lips and face were smooth and moist, and my entire body responded. I hadn’t noticed how hard my nipples were until her hand was under my sweatshirt and only the thinnest t-shirt obstructed her touch.
I groaned despite any reservations I had about what we were doing. In fact, I soaked the panties she’d loaned me, and the fleeting worry that she would notice was overshadowed by the soft moan she uttered as she removed the hoodie and tee as if they were attached. She fondled my breasts, now swollen with need. My clit stiffened and the longing in my belly escalated. When her hand landed underneath my jeans and nestled into my crotch, I jumped.
“You’re so wet,” Kat whispered through bites along the flesh of my neck, chest, and belly.
I sat up in bed so fast that I nearly knocked her out. “I…I’m sorry, I’ll wash them, I swear.”
“What?”
“Your underwear.”
I reflexively covered my breasts and reached for the grey and blue pile on the floor. I started to move away, but her arm stopped me.
“I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry, T.” Remorse replaced lust as Kat’s eyes clouded.
“I wasn’t exactly stopping you, remember?”
“Yeah, but—ah…”
“Let’s just forget it, okay?”
She looked away. “Yeah, sure.”
Years of friendship later, we walked into Babeland together. I was overwhelmed by the huge selection. It was such a far cry from the sleazy places where I had previously tried unsuccessfully to buy something. Babeland reminded me of a Sharper Image for adult entertainment.
Kat was a whiz at sex toys. She grabbed a huge dick from a shelf displaying silicone penises of all shapes, sizes, colors, and hardness. She held a fully erect cock up to her crotch.
“Yeah, this one could work.”
My heart thudded in my chest and I was in desperate need of a drink.
She then took a sexy leather harness off the wall rack, placed it in front of her pelvis, and playfully thrust her hips. “Do you like this one?”
My face grew as hot as my nether regions. I wouldn’t allow myself to envision her naked while pulling the same stunt. Now I really needed a drink.
“So, what’ll it be, T?”
“I don’t know. What should I get?”
“Depends on what you’re looking for.” Once again, she held up the strap-on. “How about this?”
I rolled my eyes. “Greg has a real one of those, remember?”
“But you don’t. Come on, admit it. You’re dying to ride him for a change.”
“Okay, I always wondered what it’d be like. Happy? But you know as well as I that he would never, ever take it up the butt.”
“Then you need to show him ‘Bend Over Boyfriend,’” she said and swiftly walked to the DVD case by the checkout counter.
My guffaw attracted the attention of two women who were obviously a couple. Kat put the DVD back, took my hand, and led me to the vibrators. She soon had me losing my inhibitions and intent on buying just the right one.
She held a Pocket Rocket and put it up to where I imagined her clitoris would be. “This is a tried and true favorite.”
“Cut it out,” I whispered, looking around, “Or I’ll climax right here.”
“How cruel. You’d make me miss the fun of touching you myself?”
The Rocket vibrated in her hand. I reached to turn it off.
“Promises, promises.” She caught my wink.
“Flirt.”
“Tease.”
“Touché, but admit it, you love when I joke around.”
I sighed. Our eyes locked as I ran my finger along her cheek. Kat pressed my hand to her face. Then, as usual, the moment ended. And we still hadn’t decided on the toy I should buy.
I finally settled on the Rock Chick. Had I known what I had missed all my life by not owning Rockie, I never would have waited. When we left, I was beaming like Charlie with the golden ticket. If Willy Wonker could only see my now. I couldn’t wait to try out my new toy, and wondered when I wouldn’t have my kids buzzing around me like bees to honey, so I could have some privacy.
A week later, the hubby left for work, the kids were miraculously sleeping in on a particularly glorious Saturday morning, and I indulged in reading for a bit before I took Rockie out of her wrapper. The published version of Kat’s latest novel made me so horny I could barely finish the chapter before I had to take matters into my own hands. Damn, could she write sex! She knew exactly how to please a woman. There had to be something sacred about two women having sex, and don’t think I hadn’t wondered about it plenty. Fantasizing about Kat’s love scene, and delving into her character’s head, I nearly knocked the bed off its frame when I reached my masturbatory euphoria, thanks to Kat and God’s supreme anatomical gift to women. It got unbearably hot under the covers, but coming took precedence over comfort.
When the circulation finally returned to my limbs, I scooted over to the door and locked it. My nightgown had to go; I flung it on a chair. Lying naked atop rumpled bedding, with my legs slightly bent and spread wide, I parted my outer lips. Although it’s not easy to tease yourself, that didn’t mean I didn’t try. I slowly separated my protruding inner folds, already slicked and ready in anticipation. Opening myself with one hand, I grasped the Rock Chick firmly with the other.
I inserted the hook and pumped it in and out. That did the trick. My natural lubrication increased, thus ending the refractory period between orgasms. My clit pulsated and I tried to line the vibrator end on the exact spot, but the contraption wasn’t one size fits all. Nope, I coul
dn’t stimulate both places simultaneously as the package had promised, but it didn’t matter. The mini motor worked miracles, and I came again in two seconds flat. There wasn’t time to stifle my cry, and what sounded like a slamming door was actually Kat’s hardcover book falling to the solid oak floor.
Luckily, the kids were still asleep, and I was determined to go more slowly for yet another round with this incredible invention. The tiny one-ounce bottle of lube was almost gone and I vowed to convince Kat to take me back to Babeland as soon as possible. She had put a large bottle on the counter for the cashier to ring up. I should have listened to her. Kat claimed I never listen to a word she said. It’s simply not true. I pictured her indignant pretence and smiled.
Back to the task at hand, I teased my tits, let my fingertips leisurely glide down my belly, over my bushy mound, and back onto my clit tip. I slid the prepuce up, exposing the tender tissues beneath, and took Rockie in my right hand, gliding the vibrating end from top to bottom and back up again. I thrust it inside and raised my butt as my left hand spread my labia further. Rockie was up against the underside of my clit, mere millimeters from the most sensitive area.
I gave into lust and need, every muscle fiber taut and ready to snap as I thought of Kat’s hips rocking the fat dick, teasing my clit and causing hers to jerk too. The sheet was wet with my arousal. I moved Rockie further down for as long as I could stand it. I moved it back up and eased the pressure so that a fine hum massaged me into a long, explosive climax. I shivered and shook through it all.
Panting, I thought, what a great way to start the day and just in time too. I had about five minutes to luxuriate before my hectic Saturday routine spent attending to the kids’ needs begun.
When I finally caught a break, I fired up my computer.
“Good, she’s on-line,” I said aloud, when Kat’s screen name lit up my Inbox. I clicked on her message, passing over one hundred and fifty others.
T, here’s a new story for you to proof. No hurry, the deadline isn’t until April 1st. Love, K.
I quickly typed back, OMFG!! How did I ever live without my Rockie? and pressed send.
Who?
My Rock Chick—I’m in love.
Oh, better be careful, she could get very addictive.
Too late, LOL. Why did you let me go so long without her???
LMAO. Your husband will be jealous if you start ignoring him.
You know better than that. There’s enough of me and my healthy libido to go around
The grin on my face threatened to leave permanent laugh lines. I was this close to telling my best friend that I came multiple times while fantasizing about her.
I typed instead, I used the whole bottle of lube.
I told you you’d need a bigger bottle.
How about we get some next week? I’ll read your story by then and mark up the hard copy so we can discuss it over lattes. You in?
Yeah! xoxo
I logged off and went to clean my new trick.
Tuesday came quickly. The kids were in school and had transportation for their afternoon and evening activities. I was a free woman for the day. The railroad schedule was on time and I met Kat under the big board at Penn Station. On the way to our shopping excursion, we ogled all the ladies.
I spotted a strapping police officer. She walked towards us, talking to a fellow cop, who looked too young to be in uniform almost as much as she did.
“You’re drooling.” Kat smirked.
“I am not.”
“You can’t fool me.”
“I may be straight, well, perhaps a bit bendy, but I do know a fine looking woman when I see her.” I put my tongue back in my mouth.
“I believe that officer wants to jump you,” Kat teased.
“She does not!” I pushed Kat and kept walking. “Besides, she’s too young.”
“She can’t be jailbait if she’s packing a gun.”
“Cut it out. She’s not my type.”
“To hell she’s not. I’ve read enough of your comments about the stuff you read to know exactly who fits your type.”
“Okay, so she’s hot. So, what?”
“So, I can see that pretty little head of yours forming a story. Out with it.”
“Okay,” I said to stall and form the best image. Kat often used my ideas in her novels. I got the biggest kick out of seeing my plots unfold through her eyes.
I took a deep breath, mainly for dramatic effect, and ignored Kat’s impatient sigh before I began. The images formed like a movie in my mind. “She follows us into Babeland. I can’t decide which toy to buy when she comes up from behind and pokes me with her big hard cock, right up close to my ass.”
“I’m loving it so far. Go on.”
“I turn around and her breath feels warm on my face, which is burning up like the rest of my body.”
Kat stopped at the crosswalk.
“I turn around and her lips…” I tapped my mouth for emphasis, “…are right up against mine. I try to back up, but the display blocks my exit. She speaks. ‘What are you looking for?’”
“‘Um, nothing in particular,’” I’m panting, my panties are getting wet, and I’m sure I’m quivering when I say, ‘What do you like?’ but I’m thinking, please arrest me, please. I want to be strip searched right there on the floor at Babeland. My clit is incredibly close to firing round one.”
Kat shifted and we almost missed crossing with the green. I took her hand. Her palms were sweaty.
“The cop says, ‘I go in for packing, double action dildos, anything to please my girl.’”
“I want to shout, ‘Can I be your girl?’ But she has her mouth over mine before I can speak. Her tongue is insistent, kind of like yours was that time on the bed.”
Kat looked away, but she didn’t interrupt me.
“I wanted you that night, Kat. Did you know that I jacked off for hours in the bathroom?”
The excruciating silence threatened to consume us. When she spoke, I caught a slight trace of a tremor in her voice. “I wanted you, too. But I happen to like Greg, and you know I love your kids like my own.” She cleared her throat. “You didn’t finish the cop story.”
“Where was I? Oh, yeah, the cop is coming on to me right there in the store and the sales clerk suggests we take it into the employee lounge in the back. I’m floored that she’d suggest such a thing, but I think with my clit, not my head, and to the back I go.”
Kat held the door of the toy store open for me, as always the perfect gentleman.
“I wonder what the back room looks like,” I whispered.
“Never been there.”
“What, a stud like you?”
“Back walls in dark bars more my style.”
“Right.” I tried to get my train of thought back to the cop and off Kat’s curves. The years had been very kind to her and she’d filled out nicely.
“Okay,” I started.
“Stop saying, okay.”
“Okay.” When we finished laughing I resumed my story. “We go to the storeroom and her hands are all over me, her dick pressed up against my crotch before she slides her leg in its place. Humping her leg, I try to help her remove my clothes, but she whips out the cuffs and chains my wrists together to a nearby metal shelf. I’ve never done anything like this before and the newness and excitement is overwhelming.”
A pierced and dangerous looking dyke brushed up closer to hear my story, but she caught Kat’s intimidating glance and kept on walking. Except for a thin, boyish sales clerk taking inventory, and a heavyset and friendly girl behind the counter, we were the only customers.
“Go on,” Kat said, and I smiled at her. The reassuring look I received in return melted my heart.
“Where was I?”
“The cop has you in the storeroom and cuffs you to a shelf.”
“‘You’re my prisoner. You only get naked or touch yourself when I say so,’ she growls, and I nearly pass out. My heart rate soars. I see her remove her belt and
she holds me up with her knee. I’m dying as she lifts my shirt and pushes up my bra to suck on my tits. ‘Harder,’ I cry. She hits my thigh with her belt, I cry out, and she tells me I may not speak or I’ll be punished. I’ve never been this frightened and turned on in all my life. She then takes out an army knife and cuts through my shirt and my bra. She opens her uniform and presses her chest up against mine; forcing me to kiss her, while roughly fingering my pussy. I can only whimper, and I bite her lip hard. She slaps me with her belt again. ‘Please, stop. You’re hurting me.’ I finally cry and tears fall onto my cheeks. The more I struggle, the harder it becomes to restrain my screams. She shoves a sock in my mouth, and I gag. I may have fantasized about S&M, but this is turning into a nightmare. My prayers are answered when you burst into the storeroom, winded, and frantic to find me.”
Kat stood completely still.
“After she tells you to fuck off, you punch her senseless. You fumble around for the key to the cuffs and you set me free. I rub my bruised wrists. You take off your flannel shirt and wrap it around my naked body. I throw my arms around your neck and you scoop me up into your arms. I bury my face in your tank top and cry softly. I lift my head and place a tentative kiss on your lips. You welcome the gesture, so I deepen it and enter your waiting mouth. I melt when you remove the flannel from my quivering body. I love the feel of your lips and tongue on my skin. You gently place me on the floor and begin to remove your clothes before you kneel before me. You kiss your way down my body, maybe stopping for a taste of my tits, until your face is between my thighs. I sigh and moan as you suck on my clit in the most tantalizing way. You tease me like you always do, but this time, I scream your name. I hurt you with my nails, but you never complain, not even when blood trickles down your back.”
Revealing my fantasy in public was titillating, but glancing at Kat’s swollen lips as her tongue moistened them put me over the edge. I got lost in her intense onyx eyes that grew darker the deeper I delved into the story. Nothing matched the depth of my physical reaction or catapulted me towards the source of my attraction. It was more than I cared to admit. I couldn’t stop how I felt. Kat looked like she’d burst if I didn’t come to a stunning conclusion in my erotic tale. I continued as if we were participants in a real event and our needs were urgent and unrelenting.
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