0 comments/ 47517 views/ 0 favorites In Reverse By: funbrian1 I would like to tell a story of my crazy marriage. My wife Theresa and I have been married for eight years and dated for three prior to getting married. I am five feet eleven inches tall with brown hair and brown eyes and a muscular build. Theresa is a petite blond about five one and 95 pounds will a full B cup breast size. Our relationship started as a very normal guy meets girl, guys asks girl out, girl says yes and the rest is history. Or so we both thought. After being married for a year things started to get a little boring and stale between us. This staleness was mostly of a sexual nature. As you can imagine after having sex and the occasional blowjob or eating my wife out it became a little boring and redundant. Then things changed. It all started very innocent. Theresa and I were having sex, she was on all fours (which in itself was a change for us) and I spanked her ass. I am not sure what made me do it or why, but her moan let me know that she clearly enjoyed it. So I did it again. That night we had sex four times, which is more then ever before. The last two times I spanked her and that was all that was needed for me to be pounding my dick into her pussy with the wildest sex we had ever had at the time. This went on for a few months but even that got stale. But then I started to get more aggressive. I would spank her, pull her hair even push her down to give me a blow job, when I could tell she wouldn’t have done it on her own. I think we both noticed that this “new sex” was much better and more fulfilling. Then one night we had a talk. And this is what I decided and Theresa or course agreed. I was in charge sexually. She could not ask any questions nor could she complain. She would do as she was told all the while trusting that I would be looking out for our best interests. I also told her that she would not only be a sex slave but would do as told all of the time. These are some of the ground rules I set up. Every morning Theresa would wake up a half hour before me and make breakfast. She would have a separate room with only a bed so as not to wake me when her alarm went off. She would then proceed to the bedroom to give me a morning blowjob and then serve me breakfast. At that point we both had normal jobs, her a teacher and me an architect, we would go about our daily duties. She would be home earlier then me because of our professions where should would prepare dinner and be waiting for me in only her high heels and her chastity device. She would then serve me dinner and give me a blowjob while I ate. After dinner we would proceed to the TV room for our nightly activities. Every night would be different. Sometimes she would be told to massage my feet. Other times she would give me a blowjob and sometimes we would just talk. However, I would love to tell you about one of my favorite nights with Theresa. In the TV room I had her bend over the sofa and spread her legs apart. At which time I removed my belt. I then whipped her with my belt probably about thirty five times until her ass was bright red. I then lubed her asshole with the KY jelly and fucker her ass. I had the most thunderous orgasm of my life that night and she cried in my arms and said she loved me. Another of my favorite times with Theresa was to go out to dinner or some other night on the town. When we were ready for the drive home I would have here remove all of her clothes and remain naked for the drive home. Then depending on my mood and how she had behaved during the week would depend how far she would walk home naked, sometimes only a block, others a couple of miles. I knew this was the one thing I would do to her that she did not enjoy, but I still felt the need to have her naked. She was at no times to enter the house with clothes on so she was accustomed disrobing outside but she did not like the long walk. Oh, and about her chastity device, it would be removed once a month (daily for grooming purposes only) and she would be allowed to bring herself to orgasm. This would only be rewarded after she begged and she would have to thank me for this in a proper manner. This lasted for about five years and then things began to change. I become more involved in my work and had less time for Theresa. At times she would ask to spanked, whipped with my belt or fucked in the ass, but I didn’t have the time or energy. I would also tell her that I was in charge, even thought we were both unhappy with the current phase of our relationship. Then on a Thursday evening I cam home for work for the shock of my life. My wife was clothed in a full dominatrix outfit. She commanded my to strip naked and go get the key to her chastity devise. I know I could have refused and punished her greatly for this acting out, which to this day I do not know if that is what she expected. I proceeded to remove my clothes go upstairs and get the key to the chastity devise and free her. I was immediately equipped with a devise of my own chastity device, that allows me to become erect but prevents me for bringing myself to orgasm. I will now take you through the next few days so that you have an idea of how things changed. I was moved into the bedroom with only a bed. I awoke Friday morning and prepared breakfast for my wife. I then ate her pussy until she came and served her breakfast. We then went to work. When I returned home I removed all of my clothes before entering and proceeded to make dinner (to the best of my abilities) and eat her out while she ate. I then cleaned the dishes while she rested. I entered the TV room where she instructed me to go get one of my belts. After I returned with my belt she had me bend over the sofa and spread my legs. She then whipped my ass, I am not sure how many times but I was in a lot of pain. She proceeded to fuck me in the ass, with what she told me was her new strap on dick. After she was finished I tried to hold back the tears but could not. I was sent to my room. Saturday was a long day for me, you see I had never cleaned the house or done laundry until that day, however I learned because these would be my future house chores. Saturday night we went out to dinner and we had a great conversation and our new relationship was forgotten until it was time to go home. To my shock I was told to remove all of my clothes and place them in the trunk. She then drove us until we were about three miles from our house and told me to “remove” myself from the car. This was the first time I understood why she hated when I did this to her. Getting home was both embarrassing and humiliating. When I returned home I was allowed inside but was informed that in the future I may be spending the night on the back porch naked, which I never did to her. On Sunday Theresa put me over her knee and spanked me and asked me if I had earned the right to cum. Unsure of what to say I said that was a decision for her to make, even though I had not gone this long without and orgasm since a year into our marriage. She said I had not and once a month I would be given ways to earn orgasms. But those stories are for a later day. As you can see I am not sure if things really have changed since the night I spanked my Theresa seven years ago, all I know is that it has been forty days since my last orgasm and as I type this I am naked except for a chastity device and a butt plug. In Reverse Pt. 01 My friend Laura was throwing a going away party for herself at her mom's house. I'd known her since the eighth grade, so our friendship was significant enough that I'd agreed to go and saved up the money for cab fare. It sounds as if I'm either exaggerating the price of a ride or the extent of my friendship with Laura, but as a university student, I had little time to work and even less money to show for it. The party was supposed to start at 8. Most rational people leave an hour of cushion time just to ensure they aren't the first ones there; now it was 7:30 and I was in a cab on my way to the house. I was always the first to arrive. I can even recount a time that I showed up before the host. I'm not exactly sociable material. I've made very few friends in my life time, and I'm in no rush to make more. I'm a pretty humble person, I'd say. I usually prefer staying at home and watching a movie than going out to a bar and dancing with some acquaintances. Not that I could afford going to the bar in the first place, but the gist of it is that I'm not a people person, and I am totally okay with that. Not to say people haven't tried bringing me out a little. As naive and innocent as I am, I've been able to tell when someone tries to pick me up. I've been told I'm fairly attractive, even though I don't try to make myself stand out too much. I have long, wavy auburn hair, which I usually take to wearing in a ponytail. I've got a fair complexion and somewhat sharp features, besides my apple cheeks. Other than that, I'm average everything. Average height, average weight, average bust and bum—Average Audrey. Some call me Audi. This party was probably the first one I attended since the beginning of the school year. It was December now—everybody was finishing up their semester and planning trips home to be with families. Laura was transferring to a school in London, and there she planned to stay until her degree was complete and minted. Which meant I, nor anyone else, would likely see her for another year and a half. I was mulling over that fact when the cabbie turned down her road. "Just the fifth one down on the right here," I said, pointing over the passenger seat from my place in the back. The man pulled over silently and flicked on the light. The register blinked back at me in red numbers, making me wince. I handed him forty and asked for just a five back. He thanked me and I bid him a good night before getting out of the cab. I was hoping Laura would let me crash—I was fairly certain I couldn't afford the trip back. Laura's mom's place was a blue and white two-storey house, straight out of a white picket fence fantasy (except that it had no fence). All the lights were on inside. I checked my watch. 7:48. Yup. First one there, without fail. I walked up the cobblestone path, which had been immaculately shovelled of snow, and climbed the steps to the porch. Before I even got close to the doorbell, Laura whipped open the door and beamed down at me. Laura was a bit taller and slimmer than I was. She looked like she could have been an actress or a model if she wanted to. She had blonde hair which she had pulled back into a sleek french twist, and a sultry tan, even though it was the dead of winter. She was wearing a plain yet gorgeous beige dress which made her look curvier. She had these sparkling blue eyes and a wide, brightening smile—the kind that would force you to smile, too, even if you were down in the dumps. "Hi, Audi!" she exclaimed. "Hi, Laura. I'm the first one, I bet." "Yup. Just in time to help me get set up!" she said, waving me in. "I'll take your coat." "Thanks" I surrendered my jacket to her. "So where's your mom this weekend?" "Annual meeting in Pittsburgh," Laura replied automatically. My inner alarm went off; I shouldn't have brought up her mom. I decided to let the topic drop. "What sort of things do you need to do to set up?" I asked. "Just set out some snack bowls, prep the bathrooms for sick guests, that sort of thing." She led me into the kitchen and we got to work. There really wasn't much to do—I set out the finger foods while she placed extra buckets in the bathrooms (just in case the toilets were ocupado) and made them more presentable and homey. We hooked her iPod up to some wireless speakers and picked some appropriate ambient music that could appeal to anyone and set a good mood. She then lined up some bottles of alcohol that was meant to be community booze, or "pity booze" as she called it, and tried to label them as such with masking tape and a felt pen. When I pointed out that the word "pity" had only one T instead of two, she renamed them all "titty booze" with a snort and a snicker. "Well... I think that's it. What time is it?" she asked me. "8:15." "I'm just eager, I guess. Let's go see if anything's on TV." Her living room was right next to the front hallway; that way we could keep a close watch on the street and anyone arriving. We sat in front of the television and watched re-runs of sitcoms; she glanced over at the front door every few minutes. At about 8:48, she huffed and crossed her arms haughtily. "Maybe everyone misread the time on the event," I suggested. "Maybe," she replied stiffly. When the episode ended and the next program began, she turned her turned head away and fell eerily quiet. I glanced at my watch for good measure. 8:58. I looked over at Laura with concern. It was dark in the room, but I could still see her shoulders quivering. "Laura?" She turned her head as far away from me as possible when I said her name. Then she suddenly sniffed and brought her wrist to her face. I shifted towards her. "Laura, what's the matter?" "Oh!" she cried, slapping her hand on the couch and turning forwards. Tears streaked down her face. "I haven't had a great week," she muttered, trying to keep her chin from trembling. "Why? What happened?" I asked, reaching out to stroke her shoulder. "Before my mom left, she... she told me in so many words that she wasn't proud of me. That she didn't think too highly of what I do." She sniffed again and tried to wipe away her tears, leaving smudged mascara across her cheeks. "Then it's all these stupid people who call me their friend. I can't even get anyone to come out when I offer free booze!" "Maybe... they all got the wrong date?" I offered, trying to cheer her up and failing miserably. "Maybe they all thought it was tomorrow, not today. And in any case, I don't think your mom doesn't think that lowly of you." "But she does!" Laura cried. "Ever since I dropped out of Business, she lost respect of me. Not doing something sensible with my life—I can tell that's how she thinks. She wants me to get a degree that will get me a high paying job, not a degree I'll actually enjoy doing." "Laura..." I shook my head. "Even if that's true... you can't let that get you down like this. Come on." "She's the person I've looked up to my whole life," Laura said miserably. "What am I supposed to do if my only role model doesn't see me in good light?" "Get a new role model," I said, shrugging. "Or replace the light bulb." She furrowed her brow and her sadness was instantaneously replaced with bemusement. Then she burst into laughter and covered her mouth with her hand. I smiled a little, relieved that she wasn't actually angry about my comment. Laura's laughter tapered off and she sighed contently. I caressed her shoulder again. "Even if they don't show up, we can have all the booze to ourselves." "Titty booze sounds pretty good about now," she said, jumping up from the couch. Laughing and wiping away the rest of her tears, she hurried down the hall to the kitchen. In Reverse Pt. 01 We arrived in her room and she turned the light on. After she closed the door, we stood staring at each other. "What do we do now?" I asked like the bumbling idiot I was. In this situation, anyway. Laura didn't reply with words; she reached up behind her and grabbed the zipper of her dress, slowly pulling it down. "I haven't been with another girl since our last year of high school," she said in a sultry voice, reaching up to pull the dress from her shoulders. It slid down her body and pooled at her feet. She had rather plain, functional underwear, but she made it look so good. "Take your clothes off," she said softly yet demanded firmly, unhooking her bra. If it were possible, my body heated up more. I slowly pulled my T-shirt over my head, letting it fall to the ground. I undid my belt and jeans, suddenly feeling like the man in the situation, so I tried to shimmy out of my clothes in a rather feminine way, throwing Laura shy glances. As I reached up to unclasp my own bra, Laura finally let hers drop. I all but gawked at her; she had amazing breasts. They were so firm and perky that they almost looked fake, but the way they swayed when she moved her arms said otherwise. I didn't have a bad chest, but I hesitated in removing my clothes as I stared at her flawless physique. "Audi, take it off," she whispered seductively as she slipped her panties past her hips. She had a bare mound, free of any hair. I stared at that too. I certainly didn't have a bush, but I wasn't completely hairless, either. "I want to see you," she said, stepping closer to me. In a moment of sudden and unfounded bravery, I let my bra fall away. I found her staring at my chest as lovingly as I had stared at hers; my bust was a bit bigger, and while not as perfectly shaped, still firm. As I slid my panties off my hips, she stepped up to me and reached behind my head for my ponytail. She pulled it out of my hair and let my long, auburn locks fall. We stared at each other for a while longer before she laced her fingers in my hair and kissed me again. My hands immediately went to her firm ass. I grabbed each cheek, pulling them apart, squeezing them, just glancing the inside. She pressed herself against me, and I could feel the wet against my thigh. I sighed in ecstasy, trying to pull myself closer to her. Her hands slid down from my hair to my tits, and I shuddered as she lightly pinched my nipples, just as she had told me she'd done to Portia. I could have stayed there for hours like that. But eventually she pushed me back and I slowly complied, following her direction. We broke our kiss as she lowered me down, then encouraged me to slide back. I watched her with uncertainty, thinking we would lie on one another again. But then she climbed only half way and started to kiss my bare navel, sending little shocks through my stomach, before travelling downward. "What are you doing?" I asked quietly. Through kisses she said, "I can't believe you have never experienced something as amazing as this." I watched her with a growing sense of anticipation in my gut. She stuck her ass in the air and brushed her tits against my stomach and crotch, sliding all the way down until she was staring at my pussy. She brought her mouth close... and stopped within millimetres, breathing on it, daring to touch it with her lips and her tongue. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it. She moved her mouth all over the invisible barrier on my cunt, and I was aching for her to stop teasing, to give in and kiss it. "Please," I moaned, rocking back and forth. She was careful with my movements and made sure she didn't touch me when I slid forward. She smiled up at me from between my legs—all I could see were her mischievous eyes over top my mound—before she closed them and slid her tongue over my lips. The bed creaked as I sank back down into it. I closed my eyes, focusing only on the sensation she created; her tongue was like a small, wet pearl that had a mind of its own. She moved along my curves and folds as if she had been there before, as if she knew my body like her own. She first ran her tongue in the crevasses, making me whimper in delight, then teased my opening by drawing circles around it. "Do it," I whispered, slowly moving with her mouth. I hoped and begged and whimpered some more, but I felt her tongue move away from my opening. She trailed up my lips again, and I felt a strange sensation as she used a hand to part them. Then she brought her mouth down onto my clit. I made a strangled noise in my throat. She swirled her tongue around my nub, sucking and flicking. I was so caught up in her movements that I didn't feel her other hand trail up the inside of my thigh until she brushed my opening with her fingertips. I begged. I didn't know what it was to beg before this. I never truly wanted before this. She did the same thing with her finger that she had done with her tongue—draw light circles around and around, coming close but not meeting her mark. I was grinding my teeth in anticipation now. I looked up to see her rolling her hips, her rear end still stuck up in the air, as her expert lips worked at my clit, which burned just the right way. When her finger finally fell into place at my opening, my breath hitched. Then she slid inside me. I tightened my grip around her. She moaned into me as she gently slid her finger back and forth. "You're so tight," she said against my lips. I gasped and shuddered at the feel. I started to cry out and I tried to muffle myself. I hadn't reached the point where I knew I would come, but the tension was already more intense than it was earlier on the couch. Shock waves were already soaring up through my chest and down my limbs, and I found it hard to keep holding myself up any longer. My legs, which had been perched up around her head, fell to the sides like a blossoming flower, my muscles shaking too much to hold them up. When the build started to climb, I snapped my eyes open. "Don't stop." She quickened her pace by just a bit, sliding in and out of me, softly massaging my upper wall. With her tongue she massaged more and more of my upper mound, growing more intense with her movements. As I climbed higher, the world got smaller and smaller, and my entire body tightened up like a spring. I arched my back and tried to keep myself from thrusting into her face, but my hips bucked ever so slightly as I came. I felt my juices gush past her finger and run along my thighs. I continuously moved against her stationary finger as my walls clenched down on her again and again, sending waves of warmth and electricity through me. I lost track of time as I let my body float in the afterglow, and I opened my eyes to see Laura hovering over me. I don't know how long she had been there, and I suddenly felt guilty for making her wait. "Audi," she whispered, tracing a finger down between my breasts. "I have a favour to ask of you." "Okay," I said, feeling heat rise in my chest once again. My capacity for arousal seemed unlimited tonight. "I... I've never asked anyone to do this, so it's a bit embarrassing...." "I've never done this before, so I probably feel a bit more vulnerable than you," I said, trying my hand at comfort. She bit her lip and flickered her eyes from me to my breasts, still tracing a finger around them. "Would you wear a strap-on for me?" At first the message didn't register—I had to let the fog clear before I could remember the English language. "You mean... to screw you." "Yeah," she whispered, looking me in the eye sheepishly. I felt another wave of indescribable lust come over me, seeing the experienced woman who'd just introduced me to a world of wonders look bashful and timid, like the ball was in my court or something. I nodded. "Yeah, I would." She slowly climbed off of me, no reassuring smile—she was still nervous, as if I didn't fully understand the repercussions of her request. She knelt down by her bed and pulled out a box from underneath, opening it up and extracting the toy. The dildo was plain and the strap was nonthreatening. I didn't feel like I was breaching my comfort zone when I considered putting it on. I looked up at her shyly, trying to assure her that this was okay. "Would you help me?" I asked, trying to restore her sense of control and dignity. She nodded, a ghost of a smile on her lips. I sat up and stood on my knees as she unfastened the thong and slipped it over my hips. As she clasped it on, she kissed my bellybutton, my inner thighs, the top of my mound. I was shaking again. Then she slid her finger over my labia, and I moaned at the feeling. She kept rubbing and rubbing until she found a catch and pulled on it. The base of the dildo, poised right over my clit, began vibrating. "Oh," I muttered, closing my legs together against the sudden sensation. Laura looked up at me with big, submissive eyes. Suddenly I was the one in control, or at least that was what she was making this out to be. "How do you want me?" she asked. I didn't know many positions—I had never had sex before. I just knew the basic ones. Since I knew I'd sound like a dummy if I spoke, I showed her what I wanted by climbing over her, forcing her to lie back underneath me. It was when her legs wrapped around my hips that a streak of nervousness ran through me. "How do I do this?" I asked shyly, trying not to ruin the moment for her. "Use the head to tease me first," she said, "like I did you. Spread my juice all over it, then go slow." "Okay." I grabbed the head of the strap-on, which was vibrating, and slowly guided it down to her opening. I missed by a long shot, first touching her somewhere between her clit and her vagina. She gasped and moaned deeply, moving against the toy. It pressed back up against me and I moaned in return, revelling in the feeling. Slowly drawing circles, I spiralled down from the midway point to her opening, tracing circles like she told me to. She was sighing and rocking her hips excessively now, her eyes closed and her lips parted. After I started to feel that I was teasing myself, I made sure the head was sufficiently lubed, enjoying the silky feeling between my fingers, before I slowly eased into her like she had told me to do. "Oh, God," she moaned, spreading her legs wider and slowly moving against the dildo. I couldn't feel the inside of her, but I could feel how tight she was through extension. I moved slowly, for as wet as she was, her grip on the toy made it harder to move. I pulled back slowly then eased in again, making her arch her back and roll her head to the side. I leaned my body down on top of her, supporting my weight with one hand while using the other to play with her breast. She turned to meet me and we locked lips again. My taste was fresh on her mouth, and while at first it tasted foreign, I eagerly ran my mouth over hers to lap it up. I was no longer just intoxicated with alcohol; I was open to anything sexual at that point. The floodgates had been opened wide, and anything and everything would go. I started to slide in and out of her faster, but my movements were clumsy and mismatched. I broke the kiss and looked down at her questioningly. "How do I...?" "Don't go back and forth," she suggested, sliding her hands over my ass and guiding it. "Think of it as a circular mo—oh...." I started to roll against her, and I gasped as the sensation from the vibrator intensified. I started humping her harder and quicker, going along with the sensations I desired, the vibrations I needed. She slid her hands between my cheeks, and a pleasant shock went through my tailbone when she glanced my hole. I bucked against her and moaned, grabbing her leg with my free hand and hoisting it close. She used the motion to roll me over, and before I knew it, she was on top of me. She grabbed both my breasts and perched herself on them. Her hair had fallen out of its wrap, and was now a tousled bob around her sweaty, flushed face. I reached for her thighs and squeezed as I watched her ride me. It was almost as if I could feel the sensations of her wrapped around my imaginary member. A wave of ecstasy washed over me as I thrust back; I was doing something "bad" I would never normally do, something foreign—something new. She suddenly stopped and slipped off the strap-on, and a brief moment of disappointment struck me when the vibrations dulled. "I want you to take me from behind," she said, getting down on her hands and turning around, presenting her ass to me. I had never seen a woman from this angle before. The way her puffed, aroused lips gleamed from between her legs, and how her cheeks spread just so I could see both openings.... For a moment I could have sworn I had recognized myself as a lesbian. I got on my knees and shuffled closer to her, taking her ass in my hands. She rolled her hips in anticipation, moaning softly at the contact. I lowered her a bit more so I could more easily guide the dildo into her opening before I slipped right in. There was something more erotic about barely moving at all. It was the soft whimpers and moans that she made as I slowly moved around inside her that turned me on. Her and I both wanted more, but the ache—always the ache—of holding back was so much more enticing. "Hold my head down," she growled, and I complied. I was gentle yet forceful as I pushed her head down on the mattress, and she yelled out in pleasure: the angle must have been more favourable. I made sure I wasn't hurting her or smothering her while at the same time ensuring there was enough pressure there to be erotic. "Fuck me," she muttered. I thought I must not have heard her right. Then she commanded it. "Fuck me, Audi." As I made to comply, I found focusing on myself made her moan louder. She muffled herself against the blanket; the thought that I was the cause made me feel... sexy. I was making Laura moan. Laura who had years of experience in her arsenal. I could actually feel the dildo bend when she came. I stood still and let her move against the strap-on as she pleased, grinding and sliding across it. I reached between my legs from behind and searched for the switch she had flicked on and turned the vibrations off. Then I pulled out of her slowly, both of us sighing contently as the toy fell out of her. I started to take the contraption off as she fell to her side, looking up at me. Then she smiled. "I just want you to know... I didn't do this just 'cause I'm drunk." With as much honesty as I could muster, I muttered, "Me neither." "I'm glad," she said, smiling warmly, "although I don't think either of us are the lesbian types." "No, I don't think so," I replied. "I just... feel comfortable with you." "Yeah," she agreed, wiping her brow as I put the strap-on in the box and placed it on the floor. I collapsed next to her, feeling relieved in more ways than one. It had crossed my mind more than once what would happen when we were both spent. "Hey... want to take a shower with me?" I nodded. "I think I need one." She led me into the neighbouring bathroom and turned the shower on. She drew the curtain and turned back to me, smiling, but looking a little hesitant. "What?" I asked. "I just want to make sure we're on the same page..." she said, holding her hands behind her back and thrusting her perfect breasts out. "I'm not gay, but I do like sex with girls from time to time. And you're a good friend, Audi—I don't want to lose a friendship with you. But if you're okay with it... from time to time...." "I think so. From time to time." "You don't think this'll make things awkward when we sober up?" she asked. "I think I've been kind of sober for a while now," I said. We both giggled. When she deemed the water warm enough, we both stepped in. Naive me thought we were there to clean ourselves, but as soon as I entered behind her, she turned to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, leaning in to kiss me tenderly. We did some light petting in the shower, interspersed with periods of actually cleaning ourselves. We ran our hands over one another, exploring, caressing, fondling. Our shower must have lasted about forty minutes. When we got out, she grabbed me a towel and we dried each other off, throwing sly smiles at one another occasionally. "So... I got a little carried away, huh?" she asked timidly. I shrugged and smiled warmly, trying to assure her it wasn't a bad thing. "Well... I enjoyed myself." "Would you... want to keep doing stuff? Tonight, I mean?" She deliberately looked into the mirror and started to comb her fingers through her hair. "Well, we've got all night to ourselves," I said, shrugging with a mischievous smile. I liked this new Audrey—she had confidence and spunk. Laura looked back at me through the mirror and smiled. Then the doorbell rang. Both of us turned, staring at the bathroom wall as if we could see the front door through it. My mind blanked for a second. I had completely forgotten that Laura was initially throwing a party. She threw on her terrycloth robe and handed me a spare from her room, then slowly descended the stairs, watching the front door cautiously. I kept my eyes glued to the door, trying to see who the unexpected guest was through the stained glass windows. Laura's hand hovered over the handle, and she looked back at me. "Open it," I mouthed, pulling the robe tighter around myself. Laura hesitated, and while still looking up at me from over her shoulder, opened the door. A boy I had never met before was standing on the welcome mat. He had shaggy, sandy blonde hair, with a long face that wasn't unpleasant to look at. He was dressed simply in a dark green windbreaker, faded jeans, and simple running shoes. Given that it was the dead of winter, however, he looked grossly under-dressed but couldn't be bothered to wear proper clohting. His eyes went wide at the sight of Laura standing there in a robe, and when he glanced me up on the staircase, he made a double take and froze. "Mike," Laura said breathlessly. "Hi." "Uh... hi," he replied, still looking in my direction. I could feel a flush coming to my cheeks and I looked away; it felt like he was undressing me—or this situation—with his eyes, and I was unsure if I was uncomfortable with it or not. He cleared his throat and continued. "Um, I came for the, um... the party. Was it cancelled?" "Um... no, not exactly." Laura's voice was a few octaves higher than usual. "Just... no one showed up but Audrey. And I guess you, now." "Oh." He looked up at me again and I gave him shy eyes. "I guess I should... go, then." "No," Laura said hastily. All of us paused, and countless thoughts and insinuations went through my head. "No, would you... stay, maybe? At least for a bit?" There was a palpable pause before he said, "Okay." Mike stepped into the house, slipped off his shoes, and shrugged off his jacket, all while avoiding looking at either me or Laura. I could tell he had already imagined about a dozen or so explanations and scenarios for why we both had wet hair and robes on. I made eye contact with Laura as he hung up his jacket, and we shared an expression somewhere between "What do you think?" and "This might be a very bad idea." Mike shoved his hands into his pockets. He was wearing a black T-shirt that had the little Reddit man on the front. "So...." "So," Laura repeated. "Um... can I get you something to drink, maybe?" "Yeah, sure," he said, nodding enthusiastically. "What'll you have?" "Something hard," he said. "Please." "'Kay," she replied softly, glancing at me before hurrying into the kitchen. I sat down on the stairs and hugged my arms, paranoid that at any moment my robe would fly open and expose me. All the new found boldness and chutzpah I had only minutes before had evaporated; someone else had walked in and popped the bubble. I was back in reality, and back to square one. He cleared his throat and I jumped. In Reverse Pt. 01 "So," he began, rocking forward on his heels. "Friend of Laura's, or...." "Yes," I blurted after a long pause. I was so nerve-racked that it hadn't registered he was talking to me. "Since junior high." "Oh." He nodded and looked around the foyer, as if he would find a conversation filler somewhere in the room. "How about you?" I asked. "She used to date my friend Devin back in first year. We took a lot of classes together, so... she stayed friends with me. Devin thought I was—well, Devin's still a bit jealous." I laughed. "So you're in Business, then?" "That's my minor. I'm in Computer Engineering, actually." Just as I was starting to warm up—and as it seemed Mike was becoming more comfortable—Laura walked into the room and we were both reminded the underlying awkwardness of our situation. She handed him a cup, and he took it from her and downed it in five seconds flat. When he resurfaced, he grimaced, smacked his lips, and handed the cup back to her. "Thanks," he said. "Would you like another one?" She asked it like he really ought to pace himself instead. "That might be a good idea, thanks," he said with a nod. As Laura walked back into the kitchen, a perplexed look on her face, I twiddled my thumbs and stared into my lap. Silence was restored. When I took in a deep breath to start a new conversation, he cut in. "Want to go sit on the couch, or—?" "Yeah, okay." Still holding the robe tightly around my chest, I followed him into Laura's living room. We sat down on the same couch and stared at the blank television screen. "So... what have you and Laura been up to?" he asked. Finally the gigantic elephant in the room was addressed. My voice box shot right down through my stomach and all I managed was a sort of gurgle. He gave me a queer look and I cleared my throat. "Chatting, doing each other's makeup. Just girl stuff, you know." "Ah." He probably read right through that lie like it was made of cheap tissue paper. Laura returned with a second drink for Mike. This time he did not chug the entire thing, but took a modest sip and held it between his knees. Laura then offered me a shot; I was going to refuse when she gave me a look that said it'd be best if I just inhaled it, so I did. It burned all the way down, and I spluttered while she sank hers back like a pro. Laura took a seat by the couch and we all fell silent once again. Mike sipped at his drink and politely observed the room; I could practically see the cogs working behind his eyes, trying to think of something to say. "So, Mike," Laura began, "are you seeing anybody?" He nearly choked mid-sip and looked around at her almost wildly. "No, no, nobody. Not now." "Oh," she said, a coy smile curling her lips. After about another minute of silence, Mike said: "What do you guys want to do?" "Get rip-roaring," Laura said with an air of carefree girl. Eventually Laura served up a pitcher of grog. Four drinks later, I could feel the drunk rush aching my thighs and burning my cheeks again. I still hadn't flushed out the eight or so shots I had taken earlier with Laura, so getting intoxicated a second time was easy. We had turned on the television for background noise, just so it wasn't so awkwardly quiet. Us girls were still in bathrobes, and I started to wonder whether or not that made Mike uncomfortable or if it was exciting him and he was trying not to think about it too much. As Laura poured herself another drink, she sat down next to Mike rather than her own seat. He shuffled over to make room for her, and she nonchalantly leaned in to his shoulder, as if this was normal order of business and no one should think twice about it. Mike most obviously thought about it more than twice; his body visibly stiffened and he watched Laura from the corner of his eye. I did too. We all stopped paying attention to the TV, I'm sure; I was concentrating on what Laura was doing, as was Mike, and Laura was slowly sneaking her hand across his thigh. His nostrils flared and his grip on his cup tightened. "What's the hottest thing you've ever done, Mike?" Laura asked, her fingers creeping higher up his leg. "Sorry?" he asked, his voice strained. Laura pried her eyes off the television, turning her head towards him. She was only inches from his face. I was watching shamelessly now. "Tell me about the best erotic moment of your life," she reiterated. "We were sharing stories earlier; it's only fair you share one too." Mike didn't say anything. He swallowed, watching Laura's hand slide to his inner thigh. He shifted on the couch, appearing torn between wanting to pull away and let Laura do what she wanted. "Want to hear mine?" she said softly, her lips now brushing up against his jaw. "Audrey and I were on this couch a couple of hours ago, sliding on top of each other, getting off.... I was riding her hard, and I liked it." I stayed frozen on my end of the couch, watching as Laura slid her hand right between his legs. His eyes fluttered closed and he worked his jaw. A muscle stuck out of his neck. I felt my pulse quicken. After rubbing his pants exuberantly, Laura slid off the couch and got on her knees in front of him. Although sufficiently sauced, she still was able to unbuckle Mike's jeans with deft fingers. As she unzipped his fly, he lifted himself off the couch slightly and helped her slide down his pants, shooting the most demure of glances in my direction before apparently opting to pretend I wasn't there. I had never seen a penis before. In fact, I done next to nothing with a guy before, so once I saw his parts exposed from the corner of my eye, I resolutely avoided glancing down right away. I was nervous, but more than that, I was intrigued, excited, and I wanted to appreciate what I saw to the full extent. So as Laura reached forward to grasp his manhood, I glanced down. At first I thought it was a bit odd looking, but once I started imagining what that body part was meant to do, it became a whole lot more enticing to look at. Though when I considered my knowledge of my own reproductive parts and the sight of his member, the numbers didn't seem to add up. That looked much too large to fit inside a girl. My thoughts were banished once Laura slid forward and lowered her mouth onto his head. He gasped and squirmed ever so lightly, squeezing his cup with one hand while clutching at the couch cushion with the other. He tilted his head back and his eyes rolled, and for a moment I thought he was going to pass out before I recognized it as immense pleasure. Laura started to move up and down, taking most of him into her mouth while massaging his thigh with one hand and stroking other parts of him with the other. I was suddenly aware of an ache between my own legs, and my hand automatically drifted there as I watched. I rocked against myself, looking between the look on Mike's face and the movements Laura was making, wondering what I should do next, or if I should stay out of it. Then Mike lolled his head to the side and caught me touching myself. I stopped and had the immediate impulse to pull away, but I didn't. Instead I reached up timidly and pulled my robe apart at my chest, exposing my breasts. Just him looking at me tingled my skin, and I liked the feel of it. Laura started to moan and rock her body along with her movements—seeing her turned on drove me further. I pressed my hand harder against myself; as if he could feel what I was feeling, Mike let out a strangled moan. I brushed aside the flaps and spread my legs, slowly sliding my finger in between my lips. I sighed and laid my head back on the couch, watching Laura move on Mike. He stared at me, his eyes flicking between my hand, my chest, and my face. He then let go of the cushion, reaching out to touch me. When his fingers brushed against my nipple, I gasped, a rush flooding from my chest to my lower stomach, simmering in my thighs. When he cupped me and started to massage my breast in his hand, I felt myself topple over the edge—it was rushed and it was weak, but I quickly slipped a finger inside myself to feel myself contract all the same. Mike's hand tightened on me; I saw him lift up off the couch briefly, his ass cheeks clenching as he appeared to come into Laura's mouth. She took in as much of his dick as she could, moaning as she slowed her pace. She then pulled back, swallowing before his cock left her lips. She wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand and smiled at him. He looked spent. "Still hard," she said in a sultry voice. He let go of me and looked down at Laura. There was a pink flush that had spotted his neck and cheeks, and his face was puffy with undeniable heat. I looked down at his erection and found that he was indeed still as rock hard as he was before Laura went down on him. Weren't they supposed to go soft after coming? "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable," Laura said softly, sliding forward and brushing her boobs against his hard-on, "but I want you to fuck me and my friend as much as possible tonight." A jolt ran through my belly along with a dozen or so thoughts, going along the lines of: Why didn't she ask me? I've never had sex (with a man) before, how does she know I'm ready? and Oh, God, yes, please. "Oh," was all he had to say. Laura looked to me and her eyes hungrily racked my body. My hand was still cupped around my vulva. She smiled and looked into my eyes. "Here we are again," she said. Mike slowly made to pull up his pants, but Laura grabbed hold of his wrists. "Come upstairs," she said, getting to her feet and pulling Mike to his. I let go of myself and stood up, not bothering to cover my body, and looked at Mike shyly in the eyes. He gave me a soft, urgent look before glancing at the rest of me. I ducked my head and led the way up to Laura's room. Part of me was jealous knowing that any guy would want to have Laura before me, but I didn't care that he would undeniably want to fuck Laura, or that he would want to have sex with me only because of the circumstances. The way he looked at me made me feel like I was just as gorgeous as Laura was. And the thought of him reaching out and touching me.... I could still feel his hand on me, and I wanted him to touch me again. Badly. When the three of us were in the bedroom, Laura closed the door and let her robe fall off her shoulders. Mike stared at her with a tight set jaw, his fists clenched at his sides. Laura let him admire her before nodding her head at me to do the same. My eyes flicked between her and Mike before I let it pool around my feet. Mike slowly turned and stared at me as well. I kept my eyes averted, for I was still shy enough to feel a bit self conscious in the situation, but his eyes were on me the entire time as Laura approached him. It was only when she had his pants down around his ankles that he looked her way. Slowly she eased his T-shirt over his head; I studied the rest of his body. Although he was skinny, he was surprisingly muscular, and I found myself chewing at my lip as I imagined running my hands over him. Laura pushed his erection in between her legs and slid close, tilting her head up and capturing his lips in a kiss. I stood and watched, imagining myself doing the same thing, and found my hand gravitating in between my own legs again. Laura started to slide back and forth along his length; he reached down to clutch her hips, as if the sensation were too intense and he needed to keep her at bay. But his entire body seemed to slacken as Laura ground against him more fervently. Eventually standing and fondling myself was not enough; I needed to feel what I felt when Laura was on top of me, grinding her thigh against my centre. I turned and knelt by the corner of her bed, angling myself so I could still watch the confrontation. The pressure against me was relieving, and I sighed as I started to rock against the mattress, clutching at the sheets, following along with Laura's rhythm. Laura started to move faster along him, then caught sight of me humping her bed. Her eyes flashed and her lips parted; she hooked one leg around Mike's hip and stood on her tiptoes with the other, reaching in between her legs and pushing him in her, eyes still on me. It looked as if he nearly lost his balance; his knees wobbled a bit and his upper body swayed, but Laura locked her arms around his shoulders to steady him. With a bit of effort, he found and grasped her ass firmly as he started to work inside her. I watched the spot where his dick disappeared and started to fantasize about how I had done that to her, how she had moaned... and then I started to imagine what it would be like to have him sliding inside me, whether I was ready or not. I bit my lip and pumped myself harder against the corner, putting more of my weight down on my clit and hooking my hands under the mattress for more leverage. At some point Mike had decided the angle wasn't working for him; he picked up Laura from her rear and lowered her across the mattress. He held her hips up and thrust into her steadily, not fast and hard yet not slow and sweet. Laura's moans were bordering on whimpers; his breaths were short and shallow. I had my eyes trained on Laura's face, lapping up the absolute ecstasy and imaging that for myself. But when I looked up, I found Mike staring at me. I arched up and opened my mouth in a silent cry, rotating myself in circles along the edge. Laura and Mike became more intense. Finally he came, making a choking noise and collapsing on top of her. I watched as they slid over one another; he was kissing her deeply and rubbing her breasts while she ran her hands over his ass, his back, his shoulders. When he pulled out, I could see her juices glistening on his stomach, but most impressively of all, I could see he was still hard. Laura's laugh was silk, and she admired Mike as he hovered over her, wiping his forehead with his wrist. She then tilted her head up towards me and said: "Your turn." "Oh," I mumbled, looking fearfully up at Mike. As much as I wanted to feel him inside me, the sudden idea of it happening now was terrifying. "I'm not ready yet," I said quietly to her. "Hm?" "Later," I said louder, flicking my eyes up at Mike's face. His expression didn't change much—which was full of post-sex high—but I could see something fall in his eyes, which seemed to look like he took it personally. I did not want to admit I was a virgin—I mean, how many virgins go on sexual sprees like this? At the same time I didn't want him to believe I was rejecting him. Because I most certainly wanted the opposite. "Just in a bit. I want to watch more," I finished, hoping it was enough. Laura smiled at me knowingly. "At least come and join us on the bed," she said, rolling onto her hands and knees. I climbed up and knelt on my knees in front of Laura. With one more pretty smile, she gently shoved me over onto my back and climbed on top of me. As my stomach started to stir again, she leaned forward and kissed me hard, shoving her tongue into my mouth. I could taste Mike on her; a sudden rush overcame me and I took in a deep breath, sighing against her lips as she continued to explore my mouth forcefully. I ran my hands up her thighs, her hips, her sides... then boldly massaged her tits, eliciting a moan and sigh from her. I felt Mike's weight on the bed—we broke our kiss and watched him sidle up behind Laura. He grabbed her hips and paused. "This okay?" he asked. When she nodded, he slowly entered her. Her jaw dropped. As he slowly slid in and out, Laura turned on me and continued our kiss, gently fondling my breast as I continued to rub hers. Mike reached forward and gently scratched Laura's back from the base of her neck all the way down to her tailbone, making her gasp and throw her head back. Her hand immediately trailed from my chest to between my legs; she started to gently trace my lips and draw circles around my clit. I arched into her hand, encouraging her to slide her finger inside of me. With each thrust Mike made on her, her finger did the same in me. A loud moan escaped me involuntarily. Mike let out a strangled sigh and started to pound against Laura, and by extension, in me. I let go of her breasts to play with her down below. One of my fingers went too far, and I could feel Mike's cock sliding in and out of her. Laura toppled on top of me as Mike put his weight on her, and I squeezed Laura's finger so hard it was nearly forced out. She slid it deep inside me in response, right to the knuckle, and she laid against me as she whimpered in pleasure. Mike thrust into her a few more times, finishing off his own climax, gasping with each movement. As Laura came down from her high, she caught my lips in another passionate kiss. We had left an incredible mess on the sheets, and each of us was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Mike finally pulled off of Laura, allowing her to collapse on the other side of the bed. It was just big enough that the three of us could lie comfortably side by side; Mike was sandwiched between us. Laura propped herself up on her elbow and looked over us. She giggled lightly. "And finally, he goes down," she said, sliding her hand up Mike's thigh, right next to his soft member. Mike looked a little shy about this, and seemed to be making up an excuse when Laura said: "Mike, you have the best cock I've ever had the pleasure of playing with." He gave an unsure smile, and she laughed sweetly, leaning down to kiss him lightly on the lips. Even after having sex with her, Mike still seemed a little unsure of himself. "I should go for the quiet type more often," she added, tracing her fingers across his glistening chest. "You guys are talented." With this I let out a giggle, in which set off a chain reaction of giggles between me and Laura. Mike simply grinned shyly and chuckled once in a while. When the laughter died down, Laura lowered herself into the crook of his arm, and he hesitantly wrapped his arm around her. With her head on his chest, she looked right at me and smiled. I wished it was me in the crook of his arm. "You know," she said, still looking at me, "I hope you're not completely tuckered out. You still have to show another girl a good time." I froze up again, but the apprehension wasn't as strong as it was the first time. I avoided looking up at him and remained silent. Laura arched her eyebrows at me and mouthed: "It's good!" "Might need a break," he mumbled. "Well, we're not going anywhere, right?" she said to me. I simply smiled back. Laura slid her leg over Mike's and gently pressed herself against him, nuzzling her face into his neck and placing feathery kisses along his skin. He closed his eyes and his breathing deepened. After watching her do this for several minutes, a wave of courage overcame me, and I decided I should be doing the same. So I rolled onto my side and slid closer. Mike's eyes shot open and he regarded me with an expression I couldn't read; I was about to back away when he lifted his other arm, allowing me to move in close. When I did, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders too, and a flood of gratitude, excitement, and arousal came over me. I mimicked Laura and wrapped my leg around his, then pressed myself against his upper thigh. Laura caught my eye as she was placing kisses over his chest and smiled slyly at me. After a few seconds of simply enjoying the sensations, I ground myself against his leg, placing my hand on his stomach for better motion. Mike's cock was still soft, but I could see it starting to thicken and grow. I watched it for a few minutes, gathering my courage, then slowly let my hand wander down his navel.... He took in a sharp breath as I brushed my fingers over him. I let my hand hover, occasionally tracing a fingertip gingerly over his skin, which made his chest rise and fall more heavily. He then gently pulled away from us and held himself above me.