Christine thought it seemed "cheap and tawdry" ( tawdr y mean s chea p , Christine!).
I dived into her body, savoring the familiar yet unique flavor of her flesh. She murmured as her own pleasure began, and when her tongue hit me, I crooned like a folk singer. I wrapped my legs around her face, cupping it between my thighs.
Our bodies moved in sync, as though our love-making was choreographed. She rocked as I rolled, and we twitched with every thrust of each other's tongues deeper and harder into us.
My whole body dissolved into creamy flesh as we both orgasmed at once, our tongues writhing inside each other. In the throes of lust, my foot reached out and almost knocked over the coffee-table, spilling a pile of magazines onto the floor.
We collapsed, laying there on the couch. She was on her side, I on my back, both of us sweaty and blushing a little. I knew she wanted me to make a decision, Should I stay or should I go now?
I sat up, and slowly put my bra and panties back on. Regina stretched, cat-like and said, "I'm going to take a shower."
As soon as she said that, I knew what I was going to do -- leave. I think she realized I was always going to go, that we weren't going to see each other, and she wanted to give me a way out that would save any awkward goodbyes, any pretending that I might call.
Instead she just got up, smiled at me as though to sa y Last chance, babe ? . But I just smiled back, and she went into the bathroom.
The water turned on. I launched into a flurry of action. I was clothed (or close enough for now) to get out into my car and away before she left the bathroom.
And that was precisely what I did, resolving to drive to Betty's so I didn't feel so dirty spending the day after alone.
CHAPTER THREE
Betty: The Straight Role
Her lips on my nipples were so soft, so warm and inviting, I moaned, a low deep sound almost like a wail. Lust gushed through my veins like a roaring waterfall, and I felt as though heat and sexual fluids seeped out of me in equal portions, sinking into her body pressing against mine.
We were naked now. I had never been so close to another woman's body. There was so much more to it than I had been led to believe by movies and TV. Her breasts were nice, of course, but so were her delicate shoulders, tense neck and strong arms. I nibbled on her chin, rubbed her back and her belly, fingered her fingers and sucked on her wrist. She tasted good from head to toe.
She took the lead and put me on the mattress so that we could line up next to each other, her tongue in me and mine in her. It felt so familiar even though it was my first time, her taste was so right, the curve of her thighs and hips beneath my hips so perfect.
I don't know what made me think spending time with Jim would be better if I went with Kathy, who refused to go if she was going to be a third wheel, so she brought along her gay friend Tom. The four of us went out to a lowest-common denominator chain eatery, someplace totally forgettable, with themed decor and a colorful menu, and a name so publicity-conscious and inauthentic that I immediately chose not to remember it.
Kathy had no doubt chosen Tom because he was so flamboyant, so willing to be the center of attention and keep the party lively. He flirted with the obviously straight waiter, tried to get the elderly couple at the next table to make out and generally did anything to get a laugh out of us. Kathy and I laughed together plenty, sometimes at him, sometimes with him, sometimes about something completely different than what he was doing. But Jim sat there like a lump on a tit, morose, doing nothing but spreading his gloom to everyone nearby. He wasn't totally comfortable with male homosexuality, and I knew he hadn't liked Tom from the moment they met.
"So, Jim, you've been so quiet tonight," Tom said, "I gotta ask, are you straight?" Jim nodded. "Like totally 100%? Not even a little bit?
I dived into her body, savoring the familiar yet unique flavor of her flesh. She murmured as her own pleasure began, and when her tongue hit me, I crooned like a folk singer. I wrapped my legs around her face, cupping it between my thighs.
Our bodies moved in sync, as though our love-making was choreographed. She rocked as I rolled, and we twitched with every thrust of each other's tongues deeper and harder into us.
My whole body dissolved into creamy flesh as we both orgasmed at once, our tongues writhing inside each other. In the throes of lust, my foot reached out and almost knocked over the coffee-table, spilling a pile of magazines onto the floor.
We collapsed, laying there on the couch. She was on her side, I on my back, both of us sweaty and blushing a little. I knew she wanted me to make a decision, Should I stay or should I go now?
I sat up, and slowly put my bra and panties back on. Regina stretched, cat-like and said, "I'm going to take a shower."
As soon as she said that, I knew what I was going to do -- leave. I think she realized I was always going to go, that we weren't going to see each other, and she wanted to give me a way out that would save any awkward goodbyes, any pretending that I might call.
Instead she just got up, smiled at me as though to sa y Last chance, babe ? . But I just smiled back, and she went into the bathroom.
The water turned on. I launched into a flurry of action. I was clothed (or close enough for now) to get out into my car and away before she left the bathroom.
And that was precisely what I did, resolving to drive to Betty's so I didn't feel so dirty spending the day after alone.
CHAPTER THREE
Betty: The Straight Role
Her lips on my nipples were so soft, so warm and inviting, I moaned, a low deep sound almost like a wail. Lust gushed through my veins like a roaring waterfall, and I felt as though heat and sexual fluids seeped out of me in equal portions, sinking into her body pressing against mine.
We were naked now. I had never been so close to another woman's body. There was so much more to it than I had been led to believe by movies and TV. Her breasts were nice, of course, but so were her delicate shoulders, tense neck and strong arms. I nibbled on her chin, rubbed her back and her belly, fingered her fingers and sucked on her wrist. She tasted good from head to toe.
She took the lead and put me on the mattress so that we could line up next to each other, her tongue in me and mine in her. It felt so familiar even though it was my first time, her taste was so right, the curve of her thighs and hips beneath my hips so perfect.
I don't know what made me think spending time with Jim would be better if I went with Kathy, who refused to go if she was going to be a third wheel, so she brought along her gay friend Tom. The four of us went out to a lowest-common denominator chain eatery, someplace totally forgettable, with themed decor and a colorful menu, and a name so publicity-conscious and inauthentic that I immediately chose not to remember it.
Kathy had no doubt chosen Tom because he was so flamboyant, so willing to be the center of attention and keep the party lively. He flirted with the obviously straight waiter, tried to get the elderly couple at the next table to make out and generally did anything to get a laugh out of us. Kathy and I laughed together plenty, sometimes at him, sometimes with him, sometimes about something completely different than what he was doing. But Jim sat there like a lump on a tit, morose, doing nothing but spreading his gloom to everyone nearby. He wasn't totally comfortable with male homosexuality, and I knew he hadn't liked Tom from the moment they met.
"So, Jim, you've been so quiet tonight," Tom said, "I gotta ask, are you straight?" Jim nodded. "Like totally 100%? Not even a little bit?
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