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San Francisco Seductions Ch. 01

By: Cybotic



"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." Lauren began the familiar ritual. "It has been fifteen days since my last confession." 

Never before had she had so much to confess. Since moving to San Francisco, her carefully structured life had collapsed. She had committed many sins and was here to atone for them, but there was one sin she was not ready to tell. Absolution required contrition and she wasn't ready to renounce everything she had done. With her face red and her hands wringing in her lap, she began her confession. 

"I moved here with my best friend, Kerry Clarkson two weeks ago. Kerry was given a scholarship to the Academy of Art. She wants to study theater and computer animation and go to work in Hollywood. I was afraid to come, but I don't have very many friends back home. Kerry has been almost like a sister to me since we were nine years old. I couldn't let her do this by herself and I don't know what I would have done if she had left without me. 

"I'm sorry if I'm rambling, Father. I don't know how all this happened. Everything has changed. I'm not the same person anymore. Please help me." 

Behind the screen, the shadows stirred. "Child, I'm here all day. Talk as long as you need to. Tell me whatever you have to. With God's help, we can get you centered again." 

Lauren relaxed. "Thank you, Father. I should have come here sooner, but things were so crazy. 

"We moved here from Ogden, Utah. It's a much smaller town, but we were only a half hour away from Salt Lake City. We spent a lot of weekends there when we were in high school and I thought San Francisco would be about the same. 

"Kerry has this friend she'd met on the internet who offered to rent us a room. It wasn't until we got here that I found out that her friend was a guy. I just assumed that we'd be staying with another girl. It didn't seem right. I know that times have changed and that men and women can share a living space without it being sinful, but it just felt wrong at first. It wasn't easy to get used to.

The priest cleared his throat. "God judges what we do and what we think. Where we live is pretty much up to us." 

"I know that, Father, and it's a big apartment, but it just makes me nervous, knowing that the guys are living there with us. 

"Guys?" asked the priest. "I thought you said it was just the one guy that your friend knew from the computer." 

"That's Samuel, but he already had one roommate," Lauren said. "They each have a bedroom, and Kerry and I share the third. In fact, until we can afford to replace the furniture, we have to share the bed. 

"I spent the first week scared to death that the guys would come and rape us while we slept or come into the bathroom to spy on me in the shower. 

The priest murmured something under his breath and asked, "Did any of that happen?" 

"No," said Lauren. "The guys were both nice. They're very respectful. Jerrod, Samuel's roommate, even gave me a job in a fancy Italian cafe he helps manage." 

"Well," said the priest, "So far, none of this sounds at all sinful. I'm very pleased that in these dark days, you can find people of such character. Unless there's more to the story." 

"Yes, Father, there is. By the end of last week, I was starting to relax and feel good about being here. Kerry and I were having a great time. I really, really like my job. For the first time in my life, I'm making friends on my own without Kerry's help. Theresa, the girl who trained me at the cafe has offered to show me around town and teach me how to get along in this city. 

"The first incident was this past Wednesday. I came home from work and found Kerry and Samuel home. Kerry was wearing a tiny two piece swimsuit I didn't even know she owned. It was one of those thong styles where there is just a bit of string in the back, letting your whole bottom show. Kerry was on the couch, letting Samuel take pictures of her. When I walked in, she was lying with her face on the cushion and her behind was way up in the air. I know what pictures like that are for and they're not for sending home to her family. 

"When she saw me, she just smiled and sat upright on the couch. Samuel asked if she was ready and she turned bright red. She bit her lip like she was afraid to talk, and she wouldn't look at me, but she nodded to Samuel and took off her top. 

"Father, she doesn't even know him that well. How can she be doing this? She's doing porn right in front of me and I don't know how to stop her. I'm not even sure I want to try. I really like the freedom I have here and I know that Kerry likes it too. I don't want to ruin it for either of us. I don't want to leave now, but if she keeps this up, I have to, don't I? 

The priest stirred in his seat. "That's the coward's way, child. I'm afraid your friend is losing her way. You have a responsibility to help guide her back. If you are a true friend, you must stick by her and show her the righteous path. At the very least, you need to show her a good example." 

In a small, quiet voice, Lauren said, "I haven't been a very righteous example, Father. I'm sorry." 

"I don't know what happened with the pictures. After Kerry took her top off, I ran to the bedroom and hid there. I didn't want to know what else Kerry was going to do. I was also afraid she would want me to join in, and I've never been very good at saying no to Kerry. She came in about half an hour later, but we didn't talk about it. We've been pretending it didn't happen. But I can't ignore what happened that night. 

"Tell me," said the priest. 

"Kerry and I were sleeping when sounds from the living room woke us up. The front door closed and I heard Jerrod and some girl laughing. They sounded very affectionate, like something very private was going on. The girl was making sighing, moaning sounds and it sounded like they were kissing. 

"Then we heard the girl's voice. 'Jerrod, be fair... You have to kiss Gina, too' she told him. 

"Kerry grabbed my hand and we stared at each other in the moonlight. Something indecent was happening in the apartment and we were trapped. I should have covered my ears, but I kept listening. I prayed that they would leave us alone. I thought Kerry was feeling the same way, but I was wrong. 

"She started to sit up. I told her to lock the door, but she wanted to go watch. I didn't even resist. I just followed along. We crept down the hallway until we could see what was happening. Jerrod had his arm around a tall girl with dark, wavy hair. His hand was on her ass! She was kissing Jerrod's neck and ear, but he was kissing a blonde girl leaning against them both, standing on her toes to reach. 

"The dark haired girl pulled away and said 'My turn to kiss Gina.' She pulled the blonde against her and held her like they were married. She grabbed Gina's head with both hands and kissed her. That's when I recognized her. It was Theresa, the waitress from the cafe. She'd been so nice. I couldn't believe I was seeing her like this. I couldn't believe I was seeing this at all. 

"I wanted to leave. I wanted to go back to the room, but Kerry wouldn't let me. She wanted to watch, so we stayed. 

"Jerrod was tugging at Gina's clothes, trying to undress her. Theresa helped him. Together, they pulled off her dress, then Jerrod moved behind her to undo her bra while Theresa knelt in front of her and pulled off her panties. 

"Jerrod was squeezing Gina's breasts and Theresa... I can't even say it. Theresa was... She put her head between Gina's legs and started licking her...on her...Father, she was licking Gina's pussy. There! I can't believe I actually said it. I shouldn't have even seen it. We shouldn't have kept watching, but we did. I didn't even try to leave. I wanted to see what would happen next. Jerrod was using one hand to grab Theresa's head and press it even harder against Gina. 

"Soon, they were all naked. Gina and Theresa got on their knees and licked Jerrod's...um...penis. They both did. They kept kissing each other and then kissing his penis. They even put in their mouths. Then Theresa lay on the floor and opened her legs. Jerrod got on top of her and had sex with her. I could actually see his penis going inside until Gina put her head in the way. Gina started licking Jerrod's penis again and licking Theresa's pussy at the same time, while they were having sex. I didn't know what to think. I'd never heard of anything like that. I couldn't make myself look away. 

"Then Theresa pushed Jerrod off. I'm only repeating what she said, but Theresa told Jerrod that she wanted to watch him fuck Gina. Gina started nodding and saying, yes, yes. 

"Suddenly, I recognized her, too. Gina works at the restaurant too. She works in the back of the kitchen, chopping vegetables and making the soups. I don't see her very often, but I saw a lot of her that night. 

"Gina got on the couch, in the very same position I'd seen Kerry in earlier. Her butt was way up in the air. Jerrod got behind her and put his penis inside her. That was too much for me. He had just had sex with one girl and now he was having sex with another one right in front of her. I wanted to leave, but I couldn't. I had to see what else they would do. 

"It didn't last much longer. Theresa was rolling around on the floor, with her fingers in her pussy. Jerrod was pushing himself into Gina faster and faster. He was grunting like he was in pain and Gina was making a lot of noise too. I could hear their bodies slapping together. Jerrod grabbed Gina's hips and pulled her close to him, then stopped moving. I knew what was happening. He was having his orgasm. He was ejaculating inside her. I couldn't believe I was seeing this. 

"That was the last, final straw. I made myself go back to bed. I was wide awake and afraid and sorry I'd come to San Francisco. I decided I would go back home the next morning. 

"But Kerry came in and lay down with me. She said she was sorry for making me watch that. I accused her of enjoying it, and she didn't argue. She ran her fingers through my hair and said she'd always wanted to watch people having sex in front of her. 


"I wanted to be mad at her and to blame her. She let me do it, but we both knew that nobody had held me down or forced me to stay and watch.

"Then she asked me if I had ever wanted to do things with another girl. I started to feel afraid again. She told me she had been thinking of me and thinking of doing things with me like the things we'd seen the girls in the living room do with each other. I didn't tell her that I knew the girls. I didn't say anything. 

"She started rubbing my back, moving her hand in circles down my back and along my side. When she reached my bottom, she leaned over and kissed me. She told me to stop her as soon as I felt uncomfortable. 

"I've never been very good at stopping Kerry. She has been dragging me into things for my whole life. I have always let her take the lead. I didn't stop her. 

"She ran her hand under my shirt and held my breasts. She was tickling my nipples and kissing my neck. She didn't do as much as Gina and Theresa, but she did a lot. I did a lot, too. 

"I did everything Kerry asked me to. I fondled her breasts. I even licked her nipples. Kerry took off her pajamas and I took off mine. We touched each other's pussies and she put her finger into mine. 

"Every night since then, Kerry wants to have sex with me and I don't know how to say no. I've been doing everything she wants. Father, I'm changing. I'm afraid of what I'm changing into. 

The priest sat silent for a few minutes. He was thinking over everything he'd heard. He had been hearing confessions for twenty years. He'd never heard anything like this. He tried to ignore his own reactions to the tale. When he spoke, his voice was kind but stern. 

"You are following your friend into her corruption. Perhaps you were right when you wanted to leave. You cannot remain in her company if you cannot resist her temptations. We cannot give up on your friend, but you have committed terrible, unnatural sins and you must make peace with yourself and God. For the next two weeks, I want you to take time every morning and every evening to pray. Get clear of your friend and find your own soul again before you try to save hers." 

Lauren left the confessional and slowly exited the cathedral. There was still one sin she had not confessed. She considered going back in and finishing, but it would not be appropriate. One must be truly penitent to receive the benefits of Confession. She had been hearing the lessons all her life. You can recite all your sins to the priest and perform the penance he gives you, but if you are not remorseful in your heart, you are not absolved of your sins. She had punished herself for everything she had done. She had prayed and she had cried. She had made herself feel wretched over everything that had happened, but she had also enjoyed it. Every moment of every sin had filled her with a pleasure and ecstasy she had never before experienced. She hadn't told that to the priest. She wasn't about to tell him, either. She was starting to question a few of her long-held beliefs. Her faith in God was as strong as ever. It was her faith in the rituals of the church that was starting to show cracks. Such joy as she had found could not possibly be sinful. It could only come from God himself. 

Lauren was not about to abandon Kerry. She was learning so many new things about herself. The sin would be to ignore the tremendous opportunities that were now available.

Lauren turned and faced the cathedral. She made the Sign of the Cross and said good-bye. She wasn't sure when she'd be back.

San Francisco Seductions Ch. 02



Dear diary: 

I'm having the time of my life, here in San Francisco. I used to be so afraid of what was happening to me. Now I see how great life can be if you just enjoy it. I still feel a pang of guilt every time a pass by the church. Kerry tells me that it will go away eventually. I figure she's right. She's shown me so much since we came here. 

Tonight I lost my virginity. I can't even believe I'm writing this down. Mother would kill me or disown me, or worse if she ever found out about this. She'd be even more upset if she found out how much I enjoyed it. Kerry tells me that what my parents don't know can't hurt them. I guess she's right. At least I'll be able to go home for the holidays. 

Sometimes I want to go to confession and reject this life of sin and revelry. Then I remember what life used to be like. I remember walking the hallways of school, knowing how much fun everyone else was having. I was made to feel guilty about wanting more. I was made to feel guilty about my needs as a woman and a human being. I know God is up there somewhere, but I just don't see things the way my parents, or the church does anymore. God gave me a body, ripe with pleasure and beauty. I cannot see the man who is perfect, wanting me to be eternally chaste. So, without guilt, without sorrow, without fear of damnation I proudly announce that Lauren Eve Bennett is no longer a virgin. 

Just after I'd gotten off of work, I walked into the apartment, mostly exhausted. It had been a long day, and I honestly just wanted to get some sleep. I placed my bags down on the floor in the living room, and made our way to our bedroom. I didn't think to knock, because of my tiredness, and I walk in on Kerry playing with a purple vibrator, I didn't even know she owned. I didn't expect her to be so comfortable with me walking in. Her creamy, bronze thighs were spread very wide, and her toy was buried deep inside. Her long, lithe body writhed in ecstasy. Her sandy blonde hair was damp with perspiration, her blue eyes sparkled with lust. In one hand she held the toy deep inside herself, the other hand held a small, pert breast at the nipple. Usually I would have closed the door and let her clean up without a spectator, but things have been changing in me, so I just ... watched.

Her wild tresses were splayed in all directions as she rocked against the bed. She bucked and screamed against it like it was her lover. I'd never seen her this aroused before, not even when I played with her. As I've become used to over the last few weeks, I felt my vulva tingle as a warmth and wetness began to dampen my panties. I held my breath, intoxicated by the scent of her sex permeating through the room. I felt wrong, just standing there like a voyeur, but I remained, transfixed on her movements, awaiting the signs of her orgasm. When she came, it was like a hurricane, exploding through the room with the fury of God's greatest storm. And then she receded, like so many waves, relaxing on the bed. She grinned at me, her soft lips full and wanting. She did not wait for my consent. She rarely did. Her catlike body was upon me with a feral lust unknown to anyone but the two of us. 

Her body crashed against mine, her naked form, her full breasts colliding with my own. I became dizzy with my own hedonistic thoughts. I trembled underneath her attack, like a lamb before a lion. I let her tear my clothing off like so many rags. Her lips were on my breasts, her warm mouth caused my nipples to burst with sensation. That tingling went from my nipples to the warm mound her hand was already finding. 

Her sensuous fingers grazed my box and stroked the tenderness of my clit until it perked up, underneath its hood. Her hands, they found my pleasure like an animal seeks out its prey. Her flesh drank of mine and I loved it. If Satan asked for my soul tonight I would have gladly given it, if it only meant to keep the feeling just a few minutes longer. 

In moments, my clothing lay tattered on the floor and her mouth encompassed my sex. I could not seek escape, should I have wanted it. My body was pinned against the wall, legs spread wide while she humbled herself upon her knees to taste me. I grabbed her head and held her close, forcing her sweet mouth deeper inside me. Her tongue explored caverns I didn't know I had. She licked every drop of nectar from my body, and begged for more. I gave her all of it and felt my body rupture with the heat of my release. Her tongue still buried inside me, like her toy had been in her. My walls crashed all around that soft, sweet tongue, as she licked me into Eden. 

My eyes shot open and suddenly, there he was. Samuel was standing in the doorway. He must have been there for a while. The thick, long penis he held in his hand was proof that he'd enjoyed the show. His naked body stood like a statue, his hand gripping his testicles as his manhood grew larger and larger. Kerry licked the juice from her lips and stood up. She flashed me a sexy smile and walked over to Sam, her voice hushed to a whisper as she walked over to him. Her lips lightly brushed his ear. I noticed his erection twitch as she sat on the edge of the bed. She beckoned me over to her. 

I did as I was told. I often did as I was told, especially when it came to Kerry's requests. I sat beside her, eyeing Samuel warily as she whispered in my ear.

"I'm sorry, but this is for your own good." 

She grabbed my wrists and pinned me down upon the bed. I didn't understand, and held there, limply, watching the both of them with fearful eyes. 

"Kerry, what's going on? You don't need to hold me down, come on, let's talk about this... whatever it is." 

She smiled softly, almost remorsefully and shook her head. 

"You need to get laid, Lauren. You don't just need my mouth on your pussy, that's not enough. You need cock." 

My eyes widened in horror. I mean... I fooled around with Kerry, but the idea of letting a man... penetrate me? I was simply not ready. It was my virginity. How could I give up my virginity to someone I wasn't to marry? I'd been taught the importance of such things, and it was one of the few beliefs I still had. I begged for her to let me go. I tried to fight her off, but despite that we are even in weight, she is far stronger than I. I cried softly as Samuel edged toward me. He looked hesitant, as I clearly seemed unwilling. But Kerry coaxed him relatively easily to continue what he was doing. 

I whimpered as I felt the pressure of the tip of his penis against my opening. My vaginal lips quivered, and I cursed softly at my body for betraying me. I was aroused. For a few moments longer I tried to fight against Kerry, but the overwhelming sensation of pain as his cock slid inside me took over and I fell back on the bed, crying. The pain was intense. 

My insides tried to compensate for his massive intrusion. I felt like I was going to rip apart. My precious chastity was gone and it was being taken from me. She'd gone too far. 

And then, something strange happened. As his entire shaft filled me, I felt relieved. My muscles relaxed and took it. Not only did they receive it, but they reveled in it. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt to have this massive penis invading me. The pain was merely a memory. 

Kerry let go of my hands and I did not push away. I moaned softly, my tears drying as I felt another budding orgasm. I had barely been touched yet, he had only thrust a few times, and yet I was already feeling my climax. I screamed and grabbed hold of him, now begging for him not to stop. 

"You're so tight, Lauren... God I love virgins. Your pussy is amazing." Samuel whispered as he drove himself deeper into me. 

I writhed and screamed and held my breath, wanting anything to keep this lust alive. Suddenly, Kerry moved from her seat beside me, and lifted her beautiful vagina to my face. I gladly tasted her sweet juice as I was rammed for the first time. My sweet, smooth body was covered in sweat and juices. Without warning, I erupted, my legs wrapped around his back and pulled him deeper inside me as I screamed my release. 

When it became too much for Sam to bear, he pulled out of me and a stream of warm ejaculate spewed from him, onto my skin. I felt his semen with my hands and wondered at the marvels I'd just experienced. Kerry climbed off my face and kissed me lightly, and cleaned the white cream off my body with her tongue.

I lie there, motionless. 

Kerry and Sam left me alone 'with my thoughts,' and I came here to write them down. I'm no longer a virgin, and it's so liberating. 

Have I turned away from God, or have I finally found the light?



San Francisco Seductions Ch. 03



Lauren woke up the next morning, sore but elated. She had lost her virginity, and instead of feeling overwhelming guilty, she felt somehow liberated. The guilt was still there, but that was something that she would sort out later. 

She rolled over in the queen sized bed she shared with her best friend, now lover, Kerry. She laid there, watching Kerry breathe deep and evenly, one fist curled under her chin, a slight smile on her full lips. Lauren felt a pull in her groin, her sex immediately becoming wet. She wasn't sure if it was the memory of her experience with Sam that caused this, or if just seeing her lover looking so serene, but Lauren knew she'd have to do something about it. 

Climbing out of bed, Lauren stretched, her arms pulling her breasts up as she reached upwards. Her long black hair hung down her back, stopping at the bend of her knees. With an impatient gesture, she flipped the tangled strands over her shoulder, wishing she had the courage to just cut the whole mess off. It was heavy, thicker than most people's hair, the fog and moisture in the air in San Francisco making it slightly wavy. Her body, although curvy and voluptuous, was constantly hidden under her dowdy clothes. Her prim, white cotton nightgown covered her from neck to ankles, a gift from her parents before she left. She had donned the nightgown last night as a habit, her vain attempt at trying to reestablish some form of modesty. 

Lauren gathered a change of clothes, a blue button up blouse and a black ankle length skirt from her closet before pulling her nubby terry cloth robe on to head to the bathroom. Opening the door, she was shocked to see Sam standing at the toilet, his morning liberation of urine taking place. Even though she had seen his thick cock standing at attention last night, she had never really seen one in its most natural state. 

"Oh, God! I'm sorry, I didn't knock. I, I , uh, well I mean, um, I guess I'll just wait until you're finished," Lauren strangled out. 

She had been intimate -- very intimate -- with Sam, yet she couldn't face this type of intimacy. Was she just supposed to become liberal and come and go as she pleased?

"It's no big deal, Lauren. I'm just taking a leak. We've seen each other naked, can't be embarrassed now," Sam told her as he shook the last drops out. 

He studied the woman before him. She had been wild last night, but he could see uncertainty creeping back in. Her pale blue eyes were downcast, her long, lustrous black hair hiding her delicate features from his gaze. And her body -- God, what a body -- was hidden under that hideous Laura Ingall's gown. 

"Are you going to shower?" Sam asked, already sliding his boxers down his legs.

Lauren prayed he would go away, and peeking from under her lashes, she was startled to see he was getting undressed! "I, uh, yeah," she replied meekly.

"No sense wasting water. Shower with me. Like I said, we've seen each other naked. It's no big deal," Sam cajoled, tempting her to shed her clothes and share the hot spray of water with him. 

"Well, since it's you, ok," Lauren said as she slowly unbuttoned her night gown.

Christ! Did she know what she was doing to him? Sam thought as her slender fingers deftly undid each button, sliding it out of the button hole, and quickly moved down the row. She was slowly seducing him, not even aware of the power she exerted. He swallowed hard, praying his flesh would not betray him and he could feel her soft body pressed against his again. He knew she would be skittish as a colt, he hoped he could dull that urge of flight, and feel her legs twined around his waist again.

Pulling back the shower curtain, he adjusted the spray, leaving it warm enough to soothe, but not hot enough to scald. He stepped in, holding the curtain back so she could sidle past him and cower in the back of the shower. 

"Why do you look at me like that, Lauren?" Sam asked as he picked up the soap. 

"What do you mean? I'm not looking at you," Lauren shot back, her face flaming at being caught peeking.

"Yes you are. You think that mess of hair hides your eyes but it doesn't, sweetheart. I know you're looking, but a part of you isn't looking from curiosity. Do you think I'm going to ravage you in shower just because we shared the bed last night?" 

"No! It's not that. It's just that last night felt so good, but at the same time it was so wrong. I mean, I can't change it, but at the same time, I was brought up to save myself for my husband. Now, I can't do that!" Lauren exclaimed as she covered her face with her hands.

"Lauren, look at me... No, don't look from under your lashes at me, look at me," Sam commanded. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. What happened last night was beautiful. You were amazing, better than anyone else I've ever had. You shouldn't look back with regret. Instead, look at it as growing up. You're finally an adult. There is nothing holding you back anymore. And, anytime you get to feeling scared, or unsure about it, remember the feelings you had last night." 

Sam felt an inward wince when he told her she was the best he ever had, but hell, the poor kid was distraught. He had to make her feel better. 

"Really?" Lauren asked. "You mean that?"

"Of course I do sweetheart. Come here, let me hold you. I promise I'll only hold you." Sam said as he held out her arms.

Indecision weighed heavily in Lauren's soul. She knew that a relationship wouldn't be possible with Sam, yet she felt safe. He was her friend-- now her lover -- so she knew that he wouldn't hurt her. She crossed the tiny space to him, his arms wrapping around her petite form. Her breasts pushed against his abdomen, his chin propped on top of her head.  The water rushed over them, Lauren's heart beating furiously in her chest as she felt him shift and his hardness pressed against her stomach.

"What are you doing?" Lauren asked, her eyes flying wide open as she felt him press tightly to her.

"Can't you feel what you do to me? My god woman! You have me so fucking turned on right now," Sam rasped as he bent his head and brushed his lips against Lauren's full ones.

"Wait! I can't do this. I mean, what about birth control? I may be na‹ve, but I know that if we don't take precautions, I'll end up pregnant and I'm not going to risk that."

"Hang on. I have a condom in the medicine cabinet," Sam said, his actions quick as he leaned out of the shower to retrieve the prophylactic. 

Sliding the rubber barrier over his throbbing cock, Sam took Lauren in his arms again. He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers again, softly, testing her pliancy. She moaned deep in her throat, her breath catching as he traced the contours of her lips with the tip of his tongue. Lauren pressed her body closer, not even a whisper of air between the two forms, their bodies already as one. Sam took the initiative, sliding his tongue between her lips to drink of her mouth, her taste, her surprise, her sweetness urging him on. 

Water sluiced down Lauren's back, her thick, black hair covering her firm butt from his hands. Sam impatiently pushed the long, tangled locks aside, his strong hands cupping her flesh, kneading, pulling her even closer. Lauren moaned, his hands evoking sensations that swamped over her clouded brain, her body alive and tingling. She flung feelings of guilt and regret, instead concentrating on this man, this instant, this moment. 

Sam groaned as her hand timidly crept from his shoulders to his nipples, to slide down his stomach. His muscles flexed involuntarily as her small hand found his throbbing cock; his own thinly veiled control shattering as she began to slowly stroke him.  He grasped her hips, sliding one hand up to tweak her pale pink nipple, as his mouth feasted on her neck. Lauren could only surrender, putty in his hands, as Sam maneuvered her against the wall. She felt the cool tiles press against her back, shivering as Sam grasped her butt, hauling her up and over his cock. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms holding tight to his shoulders. 

Sam knew he should take his time, but his needs outweighed everything, except being inside this wildly hot and sexy woman in his arms. He ran his fingers through her black curls. Finding her soaked, he replaced his fingers with his cock, sliding in to the hilt on his first thrust. 

Lauren felt her tender flesh resist and then part, caressing his cock as he slid into her. She closed her eyes, the sensations too much, her body on fire as he stroked in and out of her tight, wet pussy. Sam couldn't believe how tight she was, it was like his cock was in a vise clamp. He managed to hold out while Lauren found her own nirvana, his release coming shortly after. 

Lauren lowered herself to her shaking legs, her thoughts swirling in her head. She had just made love in the shower. Wait, it wasn't making love, they had fucked like wild animals. Lauren's cheeks were hot, her eyes downcast as she peered up at Sam. He had a goofy look on his face, happy and relaxed. Lauren wondered why she couldn't just let go like he had.

"I'm sorry, Lauren, to just take you like that. I don't know what came over me. I had just wanted to hold you, honestly," Sam said as he began soaping his body.

"It's ok, Sam. I enjoyed it, too. It's just a lot for me to deal with is all. It's not about you, I swear," Lauren said as she began lathering her hair. She had to use two handfuls of shampoo to get all of hair clean. "I'm so sick of all this damned hair!"

"Why don't you cut it? I mean, it's sexy and long, but it kinda gets in the way, if you know what I mean?" Sam said as he rinsed off.

"I haven't cut it since I was very young. But I see what you're saying. I think I might just do that. A new hairdo to go with a new me," Lauren said. And she just might do it. It was just a bother, a heavy weight constantly pulling on her. 

As Sam stepped out of the shower, he placed a kiss on Lauren's forehead. "Thanks, sweetheart. Anytime you want do this again, you know where you can find me."

Lauren stood under the spray until the water grew cold. Her thoughts were all over the place. She wondered what Kerry would think if she knew that her prim and proper best friend and lover had just fucked their tall, gorgeous roommate in the shower. She wondered if she'd be doomed to spend forever in purgatory for her sins. She thought confession wouldn't even help a sinner like her, her penance too great to undertake. No sense in worrying about things I can't change, she thought. I'm going to live for me now. No more worrying about what others think. I like being able to make my own choices, not making choices that will please everyone else but me!

With that, Lauren stepped out of the shower and her perspective changed. She was going to enjoy living in San Francisco. She was going to do all the things that she had never done before but had always wanted to. And first things first, she was getting a hair cut. And maybe some new clothes. No more being mistaken for a school librarian; Lauren Bennett was a woman now and she was going to be looked at as one.

Lauren burst into the room she shared with Kerry, her determination evident in her pale blue eyes. 

"Kerry! Kerry, wake up." she shouted as she jumped on the bed. 

"Wha? What is it Lauren?" Kerry mumbled, her mind too sleep-numbed to begin processing coherent thoughts.

"I'm getting a haircut. I'm going to get some new clothes. You have to get up and help me, Kerry. Kerry Clarkson, are you even listening to me? This might wake you up. I just fucked Sam in the shower. Get UP!" Lauren said as she shook the tall blonde awake.

"You what?! You fucked Sam? How was it? Oh, give me all the details. Wait! You're getting your haircut? What the hell happened this morning?" 

"Yes, it was terrific. Yes, I'm cutting my hair, and a whole lot happened this morning, so get your butt up, we're going to the mall."

"Give me five minutes, Lauren," Kerry said as she scrambled out of bed. Her sandy blonde hair was completely mussed, her blue eyes squinty as she struggled to focus. She stood at her dresser, pulling out a pair of blue shorts and a white t-shirt with the words, TEASE, written in blue across the chest. She whipped her long tee shirt off, revealing a toned, tan form, complete with pert breasts and button nipples. She dressed hurriedly, skipping a bra and underwear, pulling her sandy hair back behind her ears. 

"Let me brush my teeth and wash my face and we can go. I want all the details, Lauren Bennett," Kerry admonished as she headed off for the bathroom. 

Lauren opened her closet, dismayed at what she found inside. Nothing but schoolmarm clothes. Long skirts, blouses that covered the most amount of skin possible, and absolutely nothing suitable for an eighteen year old. Well, I guess that emergency cash Nana gave me is going to come in handy, Lauren thought. She pulled an old t-shirt out of her dresser, the dark blue long faded into a pastel blue. She looked around; nothing seemed to go with it. As Kerry came back into the room, Lauren was sitting on the bed, her face in her hands. 

"What's wrong?" Kerry asked. Lauren was hardly one to cry at the drop of a hat. 

"I don't have anything to wear. Nothing. Everything all looks like it belongs to my grandma." Lauren moaned as her tears began anew.

"Don't worry about it. You can borrow a pair of my shorts. We'll find you something and then we'll get you some new stuff. And I'll even chip in for a few outfits."

"I can't let you do that. I'll borrow your shorts, but you're not buying me any new clothes."

"Yes, I am, and you're not going to argue. Here's a pair that should fit and you can borrow my brown leather slides. Come on, let's go before you lose your nerve."

Looking in the mirror later that afternoon, Lauren had to admit that the new haircut really did bring out her eyes. Jean-Paul, the stylist that Kerry had insisted that she HAD to go to, had cut 36 inches of hair off. He had softened her look, adding bangs and some wisps that framed her pale face beautifully. He had even been able to donate the hair he had cut off, so that wigs could be made for chemotherapy patients. Then she and Kerry had spent hours shopping for the right clothes. Their bed was cluttered with all of her new clothes, so stylish and sophisticated.

"Lauren, move your ass! If you don't find something to wear, I'm going to leave without you," Kerry yelled from the bathroom. Adding a touch of perfume behind her ears, she stepped back to survey the results. Her sandy blonde hair was tucked behind her ears, styled to perfection. Her tanned skin glowed, her make up sparse, not that she actually needed any. She had donned a pair of khaki capris and a white halter top that showed off her tan and slim shoulders. 

Lauren opened their bedroom door slowly. She felt more naked than ever. She was wearing the new bra and panty set that Kerry had insisted on buying. The silky material caressed her skin, the underwire cups providing her large breasts with support. Her white shirt clung to her breasts, her black capris showing her pert backside at its best. She snuck into the bathroom, furtively scanning the living room as she passed for her other two roommates.

"Oh my! Look at you. My little girl is all grown up," Kerry said as Lauren slipped through the open door.

"Oh hush. I feel so...exposed. Are you sure this looks ok?" Lauren asked for the umpteenth time.

"Yes, it does. Sit, let me do your makeup."

Lauren surrender to Kerry's skillful hands, her eyes closed until Kerry handed her a mirror and told her see the results. Staring back was a stranger. The skittish girl who had come from Ogden, Utah, with no worldly experience was gone. In her place was a stylishly dressed woman, her black hair framing the creamy white skin of her face. Her full lips were painted a deep berry, her dark brows slanting over her pale blue eyes.

"Where did the old Lauren go?" Lauren wondered aloud.

"Gone for a long time, I hope," Kerry answered. She couldn't believe the change in Lauren either, she looked absolutely beautiful. Finally, her outward appearance reflected her personality. She looked as vivacious and lovely as her inner self was. "Let's get going before you chicken out. Ready for your first night club?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

The two women gathered their money and identification, stopping for a last make up check in the hall mirror. Sam and Jerrod walked in. 

"Damn! Don't you ladies look lovely," Sam said. Jerrod merely let out a wolf whistle, his eyes roaming over the two women.

Lauren blushed, almost uncomfortable under their scrutiny. "Are you sure we look ok?" 

"Yes, and Lauren, that new hair cut makes you look damn sexy," Sam added.

"Thanks, Sam."

"My pleasure sweetheart. You two have fun."

"We will," Kerry called out as she ushered Lauren out of the apartment. "See, I told you that you looked hot. Sam even thinks so."

Lauren didn't reply, her thoughts consuming her once again. She gave a mental shake of her head. "Let's go have some fun."

"Now you're talking!"



San Francisco Seductions Ch. 04



To understand what is going on, you should read the previous chapters of San Francisco Seductions, found in the Chain Stories section of this fine web site.

Lauren Bennett let the hot water trail down her body and wash away the ache in her muscles. She'd pulled a double shift down at the café and her body was tired from standing, waiting, and serving.

She rubbed fruity shampoo into her long black hair. The silky, straight hair still hung down past her shoulders, but she still felt like it was very short. Her head still felt lighter, even one month after getting it cut for the first time since she was a little girl.

Still, she couldn't help but sigh as she broke with the past.

After sponging her body with her pink poof, she reached for the razor. She shaved her long, shapely legs and wished her thighs were skinnier and longer. More like Kerry's. She wished she were taller than her 5'3". She wished she had the tall model's body that her blonde friend had.

When her legs were satiny smooth, she took a deep breath before turning her razor on her pussy. She was careful with it, shaving it bare but for the thin landing strip of dark hair she kept above her slit. Just as Kerry had shown her last week.

At first, Lauren had been scandalized by her best friend and lover's shaven sex. Lauren hadn't seen much of Kerry in recent weeks (and the two had been spending less and less time in bed together). When the sandy blonde pulled off her little thong to reveal her cunt, completely devoid of a single curl of pubic hair, Lauren blanched. It was so bad. It was so slutty! Yet so beautiful at the same time.

The blonde told Lauren how much better it made sex. Much more intense. After fooling around a little, the women had adjourned to the shower so that the brunette could experience the pleasures of a shaven twat. Kerry was kind enough to leave a little mohawk of dark hair "as a reminder of the old days." Neither girl got much sleep that night.

Lauren toweled herself off, glancing at herself one more time in the mirror. "I'm too pale," she thought to herself one more time, but in reality, she didn't believe it. She knew that guys loved the pale skin, dark hair look. Especially coupled with her light blue eyes. The light dusting of freckles across her little, upturned nose and high cheek bones also was a point of weird pride for Lauren.

A few months ago, before arriving in San Francisco, she never would have scrutinized herself like this - at least not in a positive way. Now, she was able to smile and flip her dark hair happily as she exited the bathroom.

She pulled on a sheer bra and panty set. It was black and delicate, the gauzy material doing nothing to hide her pink, silver dollar nipples or her dark wisp of pubic hair. Underwires lifted her soft, large breasts, enhancing the amount of cleavage that would peek from the tight silver tank top she planned on wearing. She slithered into a pair of tight black pants. The waist sat very low on her hips and she had to make sure that her thong remained tucked and hidden away. She checked herself in the mirror, bending over. The trousers were tight and stretchy enough not to slip too far down her firm buttocks, and they would keep her reverse cleavage hidden as she moved on the dance floor.

Tall, strappy heels lengthened her body. Make-up and accessories accentuated her beauty. She was ready to go.

One month ago, she would never have stepped out into public dressed like this. She hadn't owned a stitch of clothing that molded to her body like her slacks and tank top did now. Maybe it was losing her virginity. Maybe it was cutting her hair. She didn't know what brought about her change, but she didn't question it. She felt good. She felt confident.

Tonight, Lauren was going to finally meet Kerry's mystery guy. Against all the odds, it appeared that the free spirited blonde had settled down with a boyfriend. When the two eighteen-year-olds had arrived in San Francisco, it didn't take them long to get introduced to the quick pace of city life. Casual sex, once a mortifying idea to Lauren, was now a healthy part of her lifestyle. Kerry had helped her come into this lifestyle. At first, their two roommates, Samuel and Jarrod, were enough to satisfy the blonde's hunger. But after a month of roommate sex, Kerry was ready to expand their circle. It was around this time that Kerry introduced her innocent friend - her eighteen-year-old virgin - to the wonders of sex with their roommate Sam.

Since then, the curvy brunette had fooled around with Sam on a couple of occasions - and loved all of them - but she'd otherwise stayed celibate, concentrating primarily on making enough money to pay the bills. She'd even gone out on a few dates with men she'd met at the café, but they had lead to nothing more than a little making out at her doorstep. Despite her newfound sexual awakening, she still was nervous about sleeping with these guys.

Anyway, a few weeks ago, Kerry had met a guy named Casey. Now she only sees him, although none of the roommates had met him yet. They even teased her, saying he didn't exist. Kerry was strangely shy to introduce Casey to the others. Lauren would be the first.

Shelter was one of the newer clubs in the city. The San Francisco Chronicle touted it as a chic, urban center where the beautiful young creatures of the city met and danced. Stylish revelers swayed to the throbbing trance beats on the spacious dance floor lit by strobe lights, lasers, polished chrome, and the swing of dancing glow sticks.

Lauren, who had only been to a few cheesy dance clubs with Kerry, was unprepared for this large and largely hip rave. She waded through the crowd, who parted before her with happy smiles and welcomes, and made her way to the backroom bar where Kerry said she would be waiting with Casey.

Kerry was as stunning as ever. Her sandy blonde hair was twisted and pinned back just like it had been to their Senior Prom. Her outfit, however, was far from any prom dress: tight, dark jeans that were slung incredibly low on her slender hips; a tiny little gold halter top that hung loosely over her perfectly proportioned tits and complimented her bronzed skin; hoop earrings, glittery make-up, tall, strappy heels that pushed her athletic butt out and stretched her long body to 5'10".

Kerry was smiling broadly, her dimples emerged and her eyes glowed. She screeched when she saw her friend and ran to her, keeping masterful balance on those tall heels. The blonde hugged her friend enthusiastically, crushing the shorter girl's full breasts against her own body.

"I'm sooo glad you could make it!" Kerry yelled over the dance music. She hugged her friend again, then backed up enough to get an eye-full. Her hazel eyes scanned Lauren's body in a way that made the brunette's freckled cheeks flush. Their eyes locked. "God, you're so beautiful," the tall girl said, then leaned down and planted a soul-searing kiss on her friend's lips.

That drew some stares.

When the two girls broke their deep kiss, Kerry introduced her roommate to Casey. "My boyfriend." It was weird hearing those words utter forth from the blonde's lips.

Casey was older than Lauren had expected. She estimated that he was somewhere in his thirties. But he was also very attractive. His shaved head gleamed in the colored lights above, and he had a trimmed, blonde goatee and mustache under a noble nose and a strong jaw line. He wore a tight black t-shirt that stretched over his muscles. His arms were large and adorned with black tattoos that rippled sinuously.

His head bobbed to the beat of the music, taking the occasional pull from a cigarette in his hand. He nodded to Lauren confidently and said, "I've heard a lot about you. Kerry talks about you all the time." He gestured to the slim girl, who was bouncing to the beat of the music.

Lauren couldn't really say the same about Casey, so she nodded politely. "Hey, I need to go and fix my lipstick," Kerry said, leaning into Lauren. She ran her hand along the brunette's shoulders as she did so. "Want to come along?" A look flashed through Kerry's eyes. Lauren nodded.

"What do you think of him?" Kerry asked when they were out of earshot of Casey.

"He's a hunk," Lauren said truthfully, then blushed. "I think I need a drink."

Kerry gave her that look again, but said nothing. Her smile only broadened. "Have I told you that I love you, Lauren?"

The shorter girl shot her friend a quick, shocked glance. Kerry kept smiling. "No--shit… that sounds like I'm in love with you!" She giggled. "I'm not! I just… think you're really awesome, that's all. None of my other friends would come out to San Francisco with me! You know?" They danced through the crowd, smiling and laughing at the other dancers. "You've been so supportive of me! And… we've had a lot of fun." She paused. "A lot of fun," she repeated.

They entered the bathroom. Like the rest of the club, it was decorated with sleek metal and orange neon. The sink basin was polished black slate. "We've known each other for what? Nine years? Since my parents died? And you've been there for me the whole time! Lauren, I love you!" They hugged once again. "You're my best friend."

"Hey, I love you, too," Lauren said, a bit embarrassed.

"See, I love the way you blush at that. I love your innocence. I love your cute nose." She held the other girl closer, pinning her against the sink. "I love your pale blue eyes, and your freckles." Their faces were close now. Lauren could feel her friend's breath on her face. "And I love the way your body is so tight and slender and your tits look almost too big for such a fucking hot body." They lips brushed against each other and Lauren moaned. "And your pussy tastes better than any other pussy that I've tried." 

In the back part of Lauren's mind, she was shocked to hear that Kerry had been with girls other than herself, and mildly jealous. Right now, she wanted to taste this woman's saliva on her tongue.

But then, Kerry backed off, smiling down at her friend. Both girls were flushed. Kerry picked up the beat that filtered in through the walls and went to the next sink. She reached into her bag and pulled out her lipstick.

"I need a drink," Lauren muttered again, recovering. "You're such a tease."

"I've got something better," the blonde with the prom-night hairdo said, reaching into her purse.

"Better than what?"

"A drink," she said. "Hold out your hand."

Unsure what to do, Lauren did as she was told. Kerry reached into her purse, extracted something, and placed it in her friend's hand. It was a small, white pill that looked like an Aspirin.

"What is it?" Lauren asked, but she already knew. Her ears were burning.

Kerry looked around the bathroom, making sure no one was in any of the stalls. Then, she leaned over and whispered, "It's Ecstasy. Try it. It's better than anything I've ever felt before."

"Are you…"

The blonde nodded. "Oh yeah, I'm rolling. Come on, it's not going to kill you."

"But…"

"Sweetheart, I promise. You'll thank me for it later. Remember Sam?"

If it were possible, Lauren's blush deepened. "But I'm scared."

"Don't be, honey. I'm here. I'll take good care of you. And in a half hour, you'll have no worries."

"Are you sure that it's okay? I mean, I've… I've heard things."

"Lauren, baby, love… I've done it five times before tonight. Anything wrong with me?" Five times! This was all so confusing. All so disorienting. She looked at her friend, who was smiling broadly at her. Kerry's charisma infected her - just as it always did. She shrugged. What the hell. She popped the pill in her mouth and downed it with water.

The two girls returned to the dance floor.

***

For the first half hour, Lauren felt nothing. She tried to immerse herself in the music, but she couldn't shake the nervousness from the back of her mind. She had done a drug! She had taken E!

She was walking over to the bar for a break when it hit her. Suddenly the world felt like it was bouncing. Like she was walking across a trampoline. "Rolling" was the perfect term for the way she felt. She grabbed hold of the bar to steady herself, then realized that the bar, too, seemed to move and dance in her hand. Her moment of vertigo passed quickly, though, and instantly she was aware of the music that pulsed all around her. Her body caught that pulse and she felt the irresistible urge to move along with it. She turned her head, looking out across the dance floor, and was entranced by the lights that flickered down on the crowd. Her brain seemed to melt back into her head, and it felt wonderful. Everything felt wonderful. The lights made her happy. The dancers out there made her happy.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and she shivered. She could feel all the little hairs stand up where those fingers brushed. Turning her head, she was greeted by the tall, handsome face of Casey, her best friend in the whole world's awesome boyfriend!

"You feel it?" he asked, smiling. She was suddenly aware that he, too, was dancing to the beat. But more subdued than the way she felt. He was so cool. She was so cool, too! She began to pick up her feet, swing her hips. But the two never broke that eye contact. His eyes were too beautiful not to look at, Lauren thought.

"Yes! This is awesome!"

He reached into his pocket and handed her something. "What's this?" she said, turning it over in her hands.

"It's gum. You're going to start to grind your teeth. It'll protect them."

"Awww… you are so thoughtful! I'm so happy for you and Kerry." She felt such a deep connection with this guy that she had only spent a few hours with. She felt the urge to give him a hug and did it. He happily returned her hug.

"You two are so cute together," Kerry's voice drifted in. They broke their embrace, unashamed, and looked at her. "Can't you just feel that music? Don't you feel so in tune with it?"

"Yes," Lauren nodded. Nodding her head felt great. "I feel so good, Kerry! You were so right. I do love this feeling. And I love you." The girls hugged once again. "It's strange… not like what I thought I'd feel. I thought it was going to make me into a sex-hungry animal." They all laughed. "But this feels so different. It's not so much sexual as just… good." She shrugged. "I feel so close to you guys!"

"Come on, honey, let's dance," Kerry said, taking hold of her hand and pulling her out onto the dance floor.

For the next couple hours, Lauren was rolling high and feeling no pain. She found herself constantly moving to the techno beat. Casey was right, she did feel the urge to grind her teeth together. She chewed that piece of gum until there was no flavor left, and then kept at it. She also felt constantly dried out. The three of them would take turns going to the bathroom to refill their water bottle.

At last, the three danced into the backroom bar, where they first met. Lauren still felt the urge to dance and move her body, but now her legs felt like they were planted to the floor. "It's like, my feet are gigantic cinder blocks!" she was explaining. She still felt good, but she could feel the warmth in her body begin to subside.

Casey, who was talking to someone else, excused himself and they walked off. Kerry leaned in close to Lauren and whispered, "Would you like another pill?"

"Umm… I don't know. I still feel pretty good."

"Oh, but it'll be so good. One more, honey. We can do it together." Lauren knew she couldn't say no, and didn't want to.

Just then, a handsome gentleman approached the two girls. He was probably in his late twenties with dark, curly hair and side burns. He smiled at the two of them, who smiled right back. He leaned in and said to Kerry, "I was just wondering… do either of you have any E?"

Interesting coincidence. Thank God Kerry had the presence of mind to say, "Are you a police officer?"

He looked a little nervous and shook his head. "No, I…" he scratched his head, trying to think of the best way to say whatever he wanted to say. He really was nervous, Lauren realized. He looked over his shoulder at a girl who was sitting against the bar, wringing her hands anxiously. She was beautiful, long, straight brown hair. "I'm here with my wife and… we've never done that. We wanted to try."

"Is she a police officer?" Kerry asked.

He shook his head. "No," he said solemnly.

Kerry tapped a slender finger over her ruby red lips. "Hmm… let me see what I can do." And with that, she disappeared, leaving Lauren with this stranger.

"Hi, I'm Gordon. It's… it's nice to meet you."

"Lauren," the dark haired girl said, offering her hand. She found herself nodding her head to the music and feeling incredibly relaxed and good, even in the awkward silence. "Your wife is very beautiful," she said after a pause. Before the man could thank her, she said, "You're not so bad yourself."

"Why thank you," he said, breaking eye contact with her.

"Your wife shy?"

He nodded. "She's really nervous about doing this."

"Why don't you ask her to come over here? I'll try to help her feel at ease."

"Susan," he gestured to his beautiful wife. "Why don't you come over here."

Susan was terrified at what she was about to do. Not that she was a goody-two-shoes. She drank occasionally, she even smoked a little pot back in college. But Ecstasy seemed so wrong. So out of reach. These feelings couldn't kill her desire to try it, however.

Lauren watched as the older woman approached her. She had to admit, Susan was beautiful. She was willowy. Maybe as tall as Kerry, but with a much slighter body. Her breasts were smaller than her friend's, but this fit her runway model like body. And there was a maturity that the shy woman seemed to exude.

The tall brunette wore a sparkly skirt that hung just above her knees, and a pair of black, calf-high boots. For a top, she was wearing a tight white blouse. Not really club-wear, but then again, Susan didn't appear to be a club girl.

She did her best to put the couple at ease. She explained that this was her own first time trying anything like this and that it was fantastic. Casey came back and took the guy aside. They talked, shook hands, and something was exchanged. "Let's go onto the dance floor. Easier to be more discreet out there, when you take it."

The five of them took a pill and made their way back out onto the dance floor. That rolling sensation returned for Lauren, although this time, the feeling wasn't quite so intense. The five of them danced on waves of serotonin late into the night

Susan was going through the euphoric awakening that Lauren had undergone earlier in the night. She was so happy to be here. She loved her husband so much and wanted to thank him for setting this all up. She danced close to him, loving the way the musky smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne. "I love you so much, honey. We were so lucky to find each other. There is not a single other person I'd rather be wedded to in the whole world. Not a single person." They kissed on the dance floor, not caring at all what those around them thought. His tongue felt so good. This felt so right.

She was so happy to have met these three, wonderful strangers. Especially Lauren. She felt so close to the younger girl. "You remind me of me. We are so much alike!" Susan tried to explain as the two women stood off to the side, taking a water break while the others danced.

"I know! Isn't it amazing! It's like we were meant to meet!" Lauren said excitedly, genuine exhilaration reflected in her eyes.

"I feel so close to you, I could kiss you!" the taller woman said before she realized what she was saying.

The black haired girl put her arm around Susan's waist and said, "Would you like to?" She was smiling and her large eyes were wide and patient.

"I couldn't do that!" Susan said. In any other situation, this would have made her extremely uncomfortable. But she really did feel a close connection to Lauren. Like they had been sisters their entire lives, separated as babies. Now, reunited, they felt that connection once again.




San Francisco Seductions Ch. 04



"I won't tell if you won't," Lauren said, her smile never wavering. "Quick, before the others come over."

"Okay, but just a little kiss." She didn't know what was going on or why she was doing it, but she just had to feel this younger woman's lips on hers. She dipped her head down and brought her face within inches of Lauren's. They both laughed, then brushed lips against one another.

Lauren's lips were both incredibly soft and incredibly hot. She hadn't expected the girl's lips to feel so good, against hers, and it didn't take much prompting from the other girl to deepen the kiss. Susan felt Lauren's hand on the back of her neck, drawing her closer. They bumped noses and laughed, breaking the kiss.

"Did you enjoy that?" Lauren asked. "Because I did."

Susan nodded her head. She was short of breath. It felt like someone had laid a brick on her chest and she had to work to draw air.

Their eyes locked, pale blue falling into dark brown. An unspoken agreement was made. Their lips came together once again, this time both knew what they wanted. Tongues unfurled, dipping and tasting one another's wet mouths. Susan's heart felt like it was going to burst, each quick pulse firing little shock waves down to her sex. She grew wet. She knew she shouldn't be doing this. She knew that things were progressing into serious water.

Lauren pushed her wade of gum into the willowy woman's mouth playfully, and at last they broke their kiss, laughing. "Wow…" was all Susan could say.

"Don't mention it," Lauren replied, winking. "Come on, let's dance!"

***

The five of them stayed until the club closed at 4. "What now?" Lauren asked, still riding high.

"Well, I know of a little post party we could all go to. Kerry knows about these."

The blonde's hazel eyes flashed at the mention of the post party. "Sounds like fun," Lauren said, not quite sure how to read her friend's eyes except that it was bound to be a good time.

"You two game?" Casey asked the married couple.

"Sure," Gordon answered, then looked at his wife for approval. She nodded, her head bobbing and smiling to the last songs of the night club.

"Then let's go!"

They cabbed out of the city and into Berkley, where the post-party was being held. The five of them were still lit when they got there.

"Where are we going to sleep?" Susan asked her husband as they knocked on the door to a ritzy looking house.

"Relax," Kerry said. "There are plenty of beds to crash in." She rubbed her hand slowly along Susan's arm, who started to look a little uncomfortable. Lauren nudged her friend, giving her a stern shake of her head.

They entered the house, greeted by a sprinkling of people that were lounging around in the kitchen. Subdued drum and bass played in the background, and the lights were dimmed low.

The room smelled of pot and cigarettes, a smell that Kerry was getting quickly used to. It occurred to her that maybe her friend might not be ready for this scene. She looked over at the beautiful, trim girl and held out her hand. Lauren took it, and Kerry squeezed it reassuringly as they entered the living room.

Dylan, a large, muscled black man wearing a tight, black club shirt, looked over his shoulder and waved at the new crowd. "Casey, Kerry. Glad you could join us!" He then turned back around, leaned over the glass coffee table, and snorted a line of coke, right in front of their eyes.

Kerry felt Lauren squeeze her hand. The black haired girl's eyes were as wide as saucers as she took in the whole scene. Usually, this kind of thing was regulated to the bedrooms. It was pretty late, though, and sometimes, when the partiers had fucked enough to emerge from the backrooms, they partied out here.

The coffee table was covered in the white, powdery stuff and a beautiful Asian girl was cutting lines of it as they entered.

"Hiya, Casey," she said in a light, British accent. "Want me to make you one?" The girl's shiny black hair was clipped back with a jade hairpin and she was wearing her tight leather pants and halter outfit.

"No thanks, Lin. I'm good for now."

"Your friends then?" she asked, reaching for the tightly rolled hundred from the black man.

Kerry said, "I'd like to try." She felt Lauren's stare, but didn't take her eyes off Lin's.

"No, baby. Not tonight," Casey said. "I think you should be thinking straight the first time you try that stuff."

"She can think for herself," the beautiful Asian said, snorting up the line she'd just made for herself. She tipped her head back, eyes closed, and swallowed hard. When her eyes opened, they were swimming. "Kerry's a big girl. Come on, sweetheart, take a seat next to me."

The blonde knelt down beside Lin and looked at the pile of blow before her. Lin began to cut her a line when Casey said, "No, Lin. I said not tonight!" He was firm without raising his voice, but everyone in the room knew that he had put his foot down.

The Asian put her hand around Kerry's shoulder and swayed with her a little. "Too bad, not tonight." The women looked at each other. "My room's open if you want to… be happy in other ways."

"Like what do you mean?" the sandy blonde asked innocently.

"Oh, you tease," Lin said, bringing her lips to Kerry's. She wrapped her hand around the back of Kerry's neck, drawing her closer. Their lips parted, heads tilting as they sucked and played with each others tongues.

Susan felt like she was about to hyperventilate. Her breathing became ragged. She felt overheated. She began to see pin pricks at the edges of her vision. They were blotting out the light. Her field of vision narrowed. She felt weak in the knees. These people were doing drugs so casually. These two girls were doing something that, while she had just done it, still turned her stomach. This was too much. Too much.

"Bring her this way," she heard someone say. The voice was distant. Hollow.

Lauren was feeling a little queasy as well, the feelings of the Ecstasy dimming. What was happening to her friend? What world had she gotten herself into? She followed Casey and the couple, giving one last, wistful look back at her best friend, who was now laying on her back, the Asian woman straddling her, their faces still together in a passionate lip-lock.

Casey led the three of them up to what looked like the master bedroom. "Put her down on the bed," he said, opening a window to let in fresh air. "She'll be fine. She just needs to relax a little. Gordon, rub her shoulders. It feels great when you're rolling and it'll take her mind off other things." Gordon did what Kerry's boyfriend told him to. Casey crouched down between Susan's legs, took her hands in his, and gently massaged her finger tips.

"Hey," he said gently. "Susan. Hey, look at me." Susan lifted her lolling head up enough to look into Casey's eyes. "Do you feel your husband's hands on your back? Doesn't that feel wonderful? I want you to concentrate on that feeling. Close your eyes and just feel."

Her eyes flashed fear one last time, then she closed them. She was very beautiful, Casey thought as he stared at her. She was wearing maybe a little too much mascara, but who at Shelter didn't? He realized that it was a mistake to bring all the newbies here as soon as they walked into the living room. His friends were a nice enough bunch, but his subculture was sometimes a bit shocking.

He glanced across the room to where Lauren was sitting. She had one of the most amazing, compact bodies that he'd seen in a while. He wondered if Kerry would mind if something happened between Lauren and himself. She'd most likely act like she was cool with it, but occasionally, he got a sense that the girl wasn't as secure as she liked to make out to be.

He knew that it was just a symptom of the drug, but he felt so connected with all the people in this room. He looked over Susan's shoulder at Gordon and thought about what a good couple the two of them made. They were a very pretty couple, suited best for country clubs and fancy restaurants. Not his world. They were tourists here, but then again, Casey always liked being the tour guide.

Susan's eyes were open now and they were regarding this sexy, bald guy before here. His tattoos marked him out as the type of man that she wasn't usually attracted to, and his lifestyle was so wrong…

She closed her legs, feeling the warmth that started to radiate between them at all the dirty thoughts she was having. Her husband's hands felt so good they were making her horny, but she needed more. Her eyes locked onto Casey's. A million things were passed between the two of them. She glanced over at Lauren. So beautiful. So young. Then back at Casey. She felt closer to these strangers than anyone she'd ever known. They had shared something. An experience. A night. And goddamn, she didn't want that night to end just yet.

Casey's lips met Susan's. She felt the tickle of his goatee on her soft skin, the musk of his body that had spent the night dancing. Their tongues slid easily into place next to one another, pulling and pushing back and forth. The kiss felt wonderful. She tasted every molecule of this other man's mouth - the first mouth she'd kissed since she'd starting seeing Gordon so many years ago. The first male mouth, she thought, feeling the heat rise on her cheeks.

She tasted the bitterness of his cigarettes and his strong, whiskey drinks. She tasted something sweeter on his tongue. She slid her tongue across his teeth, marveling in their slippery smoothness. She cradled his head in her hands, dove deeper. She needed more. More.

Gordon didn't know what to do. He watched his wife make-out with another man right in front of him, and all he could do was keep massaging her shoulders. His heart sped up, his eyes bugged out, but strangely, he did not feel upset. His stomach turned, yet he did not get angry. A far more primal urge overwhelmed those rational emotions. He felt lust.

He moved his hands off her shoulders, under her arms and down along her side. He was as surprised as anyone when he felt his fingers start to pop the buttons of her blouse. He needed to feel her bare skin against his fingers. He needed to cup her supple breasts in his hands.

Lauren was shocked at what was transpiring before her. She watched in stunned fascination as the men undressed the willowy woman with the soft brown hair. Her skin was lightly bronzed, slight tan lines around her breasts. Her nipples were round and hard, somewhere between light brown and pink. Casey sucked one into his mouth, and Lauren found herself licking her lips subconsciously.

Her hands moved of their own volition, slipping down along the outside of her crotch. She could feel the heat of her pussy through her trousers. She knew it wouldn't be long before she was as naked as Susan.

Casey slid his hands along Susan's thighs, pushing her sparkly skirt up as they went. The tangy smell of her arousal was strong in his nose. He loved it. He loved this night. He felt great and wanted this beautiful brunette before him to feel great as well. She had on a small silver thong, damp with her leaking juices. Casey reached up and pushed the thong to the side, revealing two beautiful pussy lips, plump and clean shaven, parted enough to hint at treasures inside.

He stroked her a couple times before pulling off her thong, giving him full access to her pussy. Her fingers eagerly helped him remove the skimpy underwear, hiking her skirt up all the way around her slender hips. To his disappointment, she wasn't completely bald but kept an inverted triangle above those glistening folds, trimmed and meticulously groomed.

Susan shut her eyes hard as she felt these two men caress her soft body. Her husband's hands were gentle over her perky breasts, familiar yet still highly intoxicating. Casey's hands were more demanding than her husband's, more forceful. In his hands, she felt like she was losing control and she loved it. His hands pulled the gusset of her thong - the thong that only her husband was ever meant to see - and tasted her freshly shaven cunt lips - the lips that only her husband had ever tasted. When he went to pull her panties off, Susan's body reacted in the only way it allowed: she helped him tear the confining things off.

Eyes still shut, she held her breath in anticipation of Casey's returning lips. When the feel of his warm, flat tongue didn't come, she began to open her eyes in protest when she felt a different sensation against the engorged mouth of her pussy. The smooth, bulbous head of a cock.

"Ngh!!" she gasped as Casey pushed into her cunt. "AH! AHHHHH!!" It was all so wrong. It was all so big! She felt every nerve ending sigh as this strange penis slipped into her, stretching her, fucking her. "OH, GOD!" she screamed, cumming for the first time that evening. "OH, GOD! OHGODOHGOD!! OHHHHH!!!"

When the stars of her orgasm cleared, Casey was still with her, his thick cock dipping in and out of her married vagina. Her heart felt like it was on fire. Her breathing came labored and uneven. She felt her body preparing itself for another orgasm, practically on the heels of the last.

Gordon's hands were still on her breasts, the familiar thumbs caressing her nipples. He felt his tongue on her neck, on her ears. So much stimulation. So much pleasure. "You are so hot, baby," he whispered into her ear, his voice with growling with lust. "Let go, baby. I want to see you completely let go." His hands squeezed her breasts harder, his teeth nipped painfully at her ear.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she panted, feeling the world slip out from under her feet. Casey was a pull between her legs, fucking her hard enough to cause her entire body to shudder with each thrust. Her pussy steamed. "YES! YES! THERE! OHHH!!" Her husband's hands pinched her nipples, twisting them violently. "AH! AHHHHHH!!!" Her body shuddered, muscles clenching then releasing as she came and came and came.

Lauren brought herself to her own orgasm, her tight slacks unbuttoned, her fingers furiously diving into the smooth lips of her pussy. The sight before her - a live porno - was just as overwhelming as the sight downstairs with all the drugs. There was just as much excess in this room as there was spread all over the coffee table, only here, the young brunette handled it in a much different way. She felt like a little girl, looking in on something that she knew was wrong. That she knew she shouldn't be witnessing. Yet the urge to get herself off was too great to resist.

Somewhere in the haze of her orgasm, as she watched the three players in front of her rearrange themselves, Lauren knew that she had to get out of there or else get sucked in. She imagined herself in the middle of the bed, lapping at the beautiful, cum-filled pussy of the other woman as one man drilled her young pussy, the other getting his dick polished in the older woman's eager mouth.

Casey, who was saving his cum for Susan's third orgasm, directed her onto all fours on the bed, thrusting into her well-lubricated pussy from behind. He grabbed her long brown hair, pulling her head to his and saying, "Suck your husband off. You swallow, right?" She nodded her head quickly. "Good girl. I want you to eat his spunk. Only then will your little cunt feel mine. Understand, slut?" Again, that short nod before he released her.

Lauren began to rim her pussy once again as she watched the men take Susan. Gone was the sophisticated model she'd met at Shelter. The woman with a cock in either end of her long and lean body could easily be her before the night was over, and the thought scared the young girl.

Something Susan said earlier returned to her: "You remind me of me. We are so much alike!" Lauren fought to stand.

Still, desire and lust fought for her to stay. To watch. To continue thumbing her clit. She bit her lip as she felt her second orgasm begin to build. Susan was jacking her husband's cock off as she sucked it into her mouth, her body sliding back and forth between the two. She'd push back against Corey's cock as she pulled her husband's from her mouth, then she'd swallow her husband's as Corey's pulled free.

Lauren knew that if she let herself cum, she'd soon be getting her first taste of group sex. It took all her willpower to stand up and button her pants, but she did it. Her legs felt like silly putty and she had to clutch the chair for support. She still felt good from the E, still felt so alive. But the more rational parts of her brain were screaming, "Get out! Get out!" and at last, she was able to stand and walk out the door.

The living room was dark and quiet, the drugs cleaned up as all the users retired to the bedrooms to fuck and be happy. The night air felt good against her body, warm yet crisp and she sucked in the dewy smell of the imminent dawn. Everyday was a new day, with new challenges, new problems, and new discoveries. Looking back at the house, she thought about all the new discoveries that she had made the previous day, and hoped that all her new problems wouldn't carry over.



San Francisco Seductions Ch. 05



Once again Lauren Bennett found herself letting the stinging droplets of steaming water from the shower heat slowly wash away the aches and pains in her muscles. She had just finished another double shift at the café, an occurrence that had become commonplace because they always seemed to be short-staffed.

Turning her back to the stream of water, she soaked her long black hair and then rubbed her favorite fruity shampoo into the fine strands, letting the shampoo work its magic in removing the smell of fried foods and old grease that always seemed to attach itself to her body before any shift was over. Lauren still liked the lightness of having so much less hair than when she had moved to the coast. People still commented on her long hair but they didn't get to see nearly as much as she sported six weeks ago.

As she let the spray rinse the shampoo from her hair, she sighed as her mind turned to more pleasurable events of the last six weeks. Lauren thought about how much her life had changed since she had lost her virginity. She had been so scared that she was damned to everlasting hell for giving away her most private possession to someone that was not her husband. Now that she knew now wonderful it could feel, she pondered what might have been if she had started down this path earlier in her life. Oh, well, that was water under the bridge. She could only look forward now to whatever would happen in her future!

So much had happened to her since then. Not only had she and Kerry continued their very close relationship, enhanced by sleeping in the same bed (when Kerry wasn't sleeping over with her boyfriend Casey), but she had also allowed ... no, encouraged ... Sam to fuck her ... how many times had it been now, she couldn't remember. 

Sam had probed her hot pussy several times and several ways in the large tiled shower. He had come to her bed a few times when Kerry was away and they had spent hours with his large cock deep in the folds of her most sensitive area. She had to admit that Sam had the ability to make her want to connect with him again, even when she really hadn't wanted to commit that sin again. Without words, his hands and tongue convinced her that it was the right thing to do. And, let's face it, she had already decided that she was not going to be telling the priest about those sins, even if she could ever remember them all.

And there was Susan. After she had met Susan and her husband Gordon at Shelter, one of the city's newer clubs, she had accepted a tablet of Ecstasy against her better judgement but then had the greatest time of her life, and yet she worried about that one use leading her into a life of constant drugs and whatever else that entailed.

Nevertheless she had then gone with the group to an after-closing party, where she and Susan had kissed leaving an unspoken promise of far greater things to come. Instead Susan had been double-teamed by Gordon and Casey in the hottest scene Lauren had ever witnessed. She had to fight herself to keep from being drawn in and finally walked out of the house into the cool fresh air, which cleared her head of the lingering effects of the drugs she had taken.

Twice since then, Susan had caught her by surprise when she came for a visit. The first time, Susan had needed a sympathetic ear to pour out her story to and Lauren was the only person she thought she could trust. Lauren took her to the girls' bedroom to talk. As they sat on the edge of the bed facing each other, Lauren noticed for the first time that tears were slowly and silently rolling down Susan's face.

"What's the matter, honey?" Lauren asked her new friend.

"Oh, Lauren" Susan wailed. "I don't understand what's happening to me. It just seems like my life is out of control." The willowy beauty sat wringing her hands in her lap.

Lauren yearned to say that she was feeling the same things but instead she asked "Girl, why do you think that?"

Susan sniffed and said "You know what I did at that party where we met. That was sooooo unlike me ... I just can't believe I did that. I have NEVER has sex with any man other than Gordon ... never! I am so ashamed of myself for losing control like that."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I just had to get out of there for a while" Lauren responded.

"I wish I had" Susan whispered, her face screwed up like a rain cloud. "Maybe I wouldn't feel so bad right now."

Lauren's memory just revived an image of Gordon urging her on. "Susan, didn't Gordon beg you to do it?"

Susan replied "Yeah. So what?"

"Well, if he wanted you to do it, then he can't complain that you did, right? Has he said anything about it?" the dark-haired beauty queried, trying to lift Susan's head with one hand.

"No. Only that it was a hot night and ... he thought I was ... the hottest woman there" Susan said, sniffing back her tears.

"Then isn't it true that you did what your husband wanted you to do and you were just trying to please him?"

"What are you saying?"

Lauren tossed her black hair over her shoulders and moved closer to Susan to look directly into her eyes "Only that maybe instead of being worried about losing Gordon, you need to be more concerned about ways of pleasing yourself and him too, since that seems to be what he is most interested in."

Susan thought about that suggestion for a few moments, then pulled Lauren to her chest in a hug of appreciation for a friend who has just provided a solution to her problem. Susan turned to kiss Lauren's cheek just as Lauren turned her head. Their lips met accidentally but both of them felt the instant jolt of electricity that raced through their bodies. Coloring in a deep blush, Lauren backed away and said "Let's get a cup of tea and talk about other things."

The following week, Susan came over once more and again they went into the bedroom for privacy, since the guys were both home at the time. When they had settled on the bed, Susan said "I've been thinking about what we talked about last week and I decided that you are right. But there is one thing that still bothers me. What if my ... indiscretions ... were only the result of the drugs I took? Would that mean that I was addicted to the drug? What if it makes me just want more and more drugs until I have no control over whatever I do? Is that possible?"

Lauren held her hands and said "I don't know, honey. Maybe if you hadn't taken those pills, you never would have had sex with Gordon and Casey at the same time. But maybe you would. There's no way to know for sure. Do you regret doing it?"

"You mean did I like it? Oh, my god, girl, I loved it! I never guessed anything could feel so wonderful as having two penises in my pussy at one time. Heck, I never ever thought it was possible! But it was out of this world. I don't know how much of the way I feel about it was the pills and how much was ... my body just loving to have sex."

"Would you do it again if ... you had a chance?"

"I keep asking myself that questions and ... the answer is ... always 'yes'. I don't know if I could resist it even if I wanted to."

Once again Lauren pulled the statuesque beauty to her bosom for a tight hug. She had thought it was the sisterly thing to do but when their lips met softly, Lauren was tempted to pursue it. Then the thought crossed Lauren's mind that, in a way, she and Susan were on parallel paths away from the lives they had been taught onto trails of what she had once considered pure perversion. Were they really as deep into debauchery as it seemed?

As if reading her mind, Susan laughed and asked "How about another cup of tea?"

As they headed to the kitchen, Susan thought "Yes, I do still love Gordon and only Gordon. But he is wrong if he thinks he can introduce me to things that make me feel good and then expect me not to want to keep trying them. And anyway he didn't seem to be feeling any pain himself either."

That had been three nights ago and now Lauren was preparing to go out. She had been invited to attend a small party at Casey's apartment, along with Kerry and Gordon and Susan. They had all become good friends in the last few weeks and she was looking forward to spending some time with them. She finished dressing just as the taxi pulled up out front.

Lauren was the last of the group to arrive and it looked and sounded like the others had a head start in getting high. She didn't drink much alcohol but Kerry put a mixed drink in her hand and she sipped it carefully, finding it delightful tasting. With the lights turned down low and the music a bit on the loud side, it was almost like a recreation of the atmosphere at Shelter. 

Lauren had wrestled with her thoughts about what this night might bring ever since Kerry has given her the verbal invitation on Monday. She knew that all of the group drank more at Shelter than she had and probably all of them would be drinking more than Lauren herself usually did ... since that was practically nothing. She had seen the casual way that Casey had pulled out his supply of Ecstasy and figured that he was either a drug dealer or at least maintained more than a little stock of drugs. Tonight Casey again brought out his stash of E and offered one to each person at the party. Everyone took one and now Lauren was again feeling the bouncing sensation like she had the other time.

The dark-haired beauty wondered if Casey also had other drugs, such as the white powder that he had not let her try at the club and, if so, would he encourage her to try it tonight. And if she did, how would she react? She was more than a little uneasy about these questions, especially concerned that she might not be able to handle the effects of stronger drugs. Nevertheless Lauren decided to enjoy herself at the party and take things as they came. She would just have to deal with her conscience later, if that became necessary. She felt a nagging guilt at her decision but finally reasoned that she had put the priest and the church behind her for now.

Lauren began to enjoy herself right away. As the alcohol warmed her insides, she felt herself beginning to relax and the cares of making a living began to slide away. Kerry, helping Casey prepare some snacks for the group, appeared with a tray and set them down. She then hugged Lauren. They danced together for a few minutes, laughing at the antics of each other. But Lauren knew it wasn't just for laughs because Kerry kept rubbing sensuous parts of her body against sensitive parts of Lauren's body. 

Over the months Kerry had learned what turned Lauren on and Kerry seemed bent on using all that knowledge now. However just as Lauren began to respond, Kerry stuck out her hand, palm open. Lauren looked down to see a different kind of pill, a capsule.

Kerry bent to Lauren's ear and said "Casey said to try this. He said that you won't regret it. I took one myself and I love it." 

No sooner did Lauren take it than the blonde went back to the kitchen to help Casey again. For Lauren, that confirmed that Casey really was a drug pusher and it sent chills down her spine that she was so close to someone who so blatantly broke the law. However the thought occurred to her that others, like her parents, would view what she had done as being just as bad, a view she no longer shared.

Lauren washed the pill down with a swallow of liquid from her glass and wondered if she was doing the right thing. She began to feel warmer all over and noticed that everything ... everything in her vision ... seemed to be comprised of extremely bright colored material. She couldn't believe the intensity of colors all around her ... or the sensuousness of the other people in the room.

Lauren spotted Susan and Gordon still dancing. Susan spoke to her husband but Gordon laughed and walked off, saying that he had to go to the bathroom. Lauren danced over to Susan and they picked up the beat together, dancing with abandon. Given the music, it was not unusual that they came into contact frequently or that the parts that made contact were often their genitalia. Lauren didn't seem to notice but Susan's mind began whirling around the possibilities. They had touched before but never with the intention of ... of having some sort of lesbian contact.

Immediately Susan felt guilty for thinking about a taboo activity. She scanned the room and spotted Gordon, back from the visit to the restroom, now sitting on the sofa softly clapping his hands in time with the music, his head bobbing up and down fiercely, as if encouraging his wife to do whatever she was contemplating.

If Susan had any reservations, they were quickly lessened. And when she enfolded Lauren in her arms and planted her open mouth on the younger woman, the feeling of her soft lips and the darting target of her tongue quickly drove those thoughts from Susan's feverish mind. 

Susan reasoned that she had not taken any drugs except for one little pill and she knew that she was not drunk so her desire to be with Lauren was pure lust. She had never wanted to be intimate with another woman like she wanted to taste, to lick, and to consume this sweet black-haired morsel tonight. Her fingers began to rove over Lauren's body without direction from her lust-crazed mind. Susan was unable to explain to herself why she was in such a frenzy to sample this young pixie but she felt an urgent need to be so close to her, to touch her every part, to try to make her feel the same need that Susan felt right then.

Susan pulled Lauren to the floor and found herself showering the younger woman with kisses all over her face and neck. When Lauren responded with a similar passion, Susan knew that it was right, that the path she was on was where she was meant to be. For the moment, the doubts and guilty feelings were gone.

She worked her fingers under Lauren's blouse and found her pert breasts. Lauren gasped as Susan pinched her erect nipples and then kneaded her breasts. Susan heard a zipper and opened her eyes to see Gordon sitting on the sofa staring at the two women slack jawed, his gaze intently fixed on their exploring hands as he pulled his erection out and slowly began to stroke it.

Susan returned to her new lover. Slowly, ever so slowly the two women undressed each other and then, as they lay together, their hands passionately fondled each other. Susan was shocked at how easily she slipped into an activity that she had always considered as taboo, that of being intimate with another woman. Yet she knew that, once started, there was no way she was going to stop until either she or her partner was sated. Nevertheless, she was surprised when Lauren, following her knowledge gleaned from her blonde roommate, Kerry, twisted around until she could bury her head between Susan's legs. She eagerly began to lap between the folds of Susan's sex, loving the sweet, tart taste of the older woman's cunt. Once she stopped long enough to whisper "love me, lick me, taste me, touch me, fuck me, babe" before turning her attention back to Susan's sweet pussy.

Gradually Susan commenced following the lead of her younger lover, letting her tongue explore areas that she had always known she would never, ever come to know ... yet here she was under a beautiful eighteen year old girl who was eating Susan's pussy like a professional. Susan found that she not only liked the delicious things that Lauren's tongue was doing to her most private sanctuary but she came to realize that she loved doing the same things to her lover, especially when her tongue touched some place that made Lauren moan with pleasure or clutch her thighs around Susan's head so that she had to continue with that action until Lauren relaxed again.

Both women were writhing as the lustful pleasure built within them. Lauren loved it when Susan slipped two fingers inside her pussy while she sucked on Lauren's clitoris. When Lauren drove her tongue deep into Susan's crease and washed over her anus, Susan jumped so high from the startling pleasure that she almost bucked Lauren off.

Then like an unexpected explosion, Susan reached the peak of her mountaintop and dove off the side, drifting down slowly as the waves of pleasure rocked her body from head to toe. Lauren followed just a few moments later while Susan sucked her clitty and teased it with her tongue. Both women held onto the other as if afraid of drowning should they let go, letting the orgasm wash over then and slowly settle down as their heart rates returned to normal.

It was already into the early hours of the morning when things started to drag. Even the effects of the alcohol, which Lauren had tried to make last, were beginning to dim. Still the others all seemed to be having a good time although the pace of activity had slowed noticeably. 

Some time after Susan and Lauren separated, Gordon crawled over to Susan and whispered "I love you, baby." Then when she squeezed his arm, he lay spooned behind her and worked his erection into her still wet pussy. When he was inside of her, he began an almost imperceptibly slow fuck of his naked wife. 

Lauren went to the bar to get a fresh drink. She spotted Kerry and Casey at the other end of the room, apparently having just finished screwing, judging by Casey's wet but flaccid cock and a little trickle of juice down Kerry's thigh. Kerry waved her over to their couch.

Lauren sat next to Casey, their thighs touching, his left arm around her shoulders holding her close while Kerry sat in his lap, leaning against his other shoulder. Lauren had found it intriguing spending time with Casey so close when they had danced earlier that she was sure he could describe the contour of every part of her body even under her clothes. She was vaguely uneasy being naked and so close to her best friend's boyfriend but Kerry was holding her hand and smiling at her in a way that seemed to indicate her approval.

Gordon had also spent time hugging Lauren, pulling her back against his chest while his hands absentmindedly groped her breasts as they danced clumsily to some of the tunes. Neither of the guys gave any evidence that the touching was intentional but Lauren had flushed and grown hotter and hotter at their touch.

Now the three of them sat watching Gordon and Susan at the other side of the room as Gordon's roving hands explored all of his wife's naked body. Lauren felt a nagging sensation somewhere in her mind that she should be disapproving of this act but her senses overwhelmingly told her that it was sooooooo good and sooooo erotic that it simply could not be bad. She felt an itch start deep between her legs and finally admitted to herself that it was a yearning to be involved in something similar, with a cock deep inside her

The trio watched Gordon as he slowly fucked his wife, plunging his hard cock deep between her legs over and over again, letting his fingers play over her body. Every time he approached her clit, her breathing became rapid and she tossed her head from side to side. Lauren could hear her saying something to Gordon but until her voice finally grew loud enough, she hadn't been able to make out the words "fuuuuuuuuk meeeeeeee, babeeeeeeeeee, fuuuuuuuuuuuuk meeeeee."

Lauren's fevered brain became aware of Casey's fingers roving around her left breast, then switching to play with her right one, spending most of the time tweaking her nipples, and the actions was sending little electric currents directly to her clitoris. She was hot and her pussy was oozing her own fluids.

The beautiful eighteen-year-old turned her head to look at Kerry, curious how she would be reacting to her boyfriend so blatantly playing with another girl. But Kerry was bent forward, engrossed in the action between Susan and her husband, almost mesmerized by the constant movement of Gordon's cock as it disappeared into Susan's twat only to come sliding back out again.

Occasionally Kerry would look at her but it was more of a "Did you see that?" look than a "What are you doing?" expression. In fact, Lauren got the impression that her beautiful blonde roommate wouldn't care at all if she became even more intimate with Casey. Lauren had to admit that she was getting hotter and hotter as they watched Gordon and Susan. Subtle changes in their motions and the tone of their voices indicated that both of them were approaching an orgasm. Lauren snuggled closer to Casey and captured the end of his naked cock in her hand, rubbing her thumb along the swollen head as they watched the action.




San Francisco Seductions Ch. 05



And then, as if to celebrate the ending of one of the wildest tribal dances of all time, Gordon and Susan cried out their lust as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through their bodies. Gordon was holding onto Susan tightly but the watchers knew what was happening inside of her ... even before his flaccid cock slipped wetly out of her and they saw his cum start oozing from her opening.

After a few moments to rest, Gordon mumbled something about "gotta take a leak" and he disappeared in the direction of the bathroom. Susan slowly rolled onto her back, her breathing still ragged and shallow. Her feet were flat on the floor near her buttocks, giving the three watchers a magnificent view of her cum-coated cunt.

Kerry whispered to Casey "I want that." When he nodded, she quietly padded across the room and slithered between Susan's feet, sinking her face into the fresh cum, eagerly lapping at every surface she could reach. Lauren thought that it was one of the sexiest acts she had ever seen even though she knew that just a few short weeks before she would have been violently repulsed at the sight. 

She let her mind go blank by closing her eyes and leaning back against Casey. However he had other plans for her and urged her to stand. With his hands on her hips, he pulled her around and backward to sit on his lap, guiding his throbbing erection into Lauren's wet pussy. It felt different from the few other cocks she'd had, maybe because of its size or maybe because it was so curved. However she admitted to herself that it felt good and she was glad he had steered it up inside her. Lauren took her time, slowly wiggling her bottom on Casey's fulcrum while that watched the two women. Just as Gordon returned to the room, Susan persuaded Kerry to turn around into the 69 position and she sank her face in the blonde girl's twat. Gordon came back into the room and stood watching in awe as the two girls attacked each other.

Lauren wanted to cry because the scene before her was so beautiful. Casey lifted Lauren so they both got to their feet, never letting their connection be broken. With some slower music beaming from the stereo, Casey held her and they danced to the music. 

Without slowing the beat, Casey bent Lauren forward a little and she felt his beautiful smooth cock slide deeper into her pussy. He pulled her back up while holding her buttocks apart, keeping his cock as deep into her as he could. The beat of the music changed a bit to an even slower number, making it easier for them to keep dancing. Lauren reached over her head with both arms and pulled Casey's bald head to her shoulder, his big hands cupping her breasts as they moved.

Gordon joined Casey and Lauren, dancing in her face, occasionally stroking his hard cock. When Casey mouthed "Now", Gordon bent his knees, placed his purple arrow at Lauren's already occupied pussy and began to straighten up, forcing his cock into her alongside Casey's tool. At first Lauren started to scream in fear but realized that the second cock was joining the first in her desire-slickened cunt with only a one-time tinge of pain. Keeping her right arm around Casey's neck, she shifted her left arm around Gordon's neck and pulled them all together in a tight sandwich.

As the minutes passed and their swaying to the music brought movement to their cocks inside her hot cunt, Lauren felt the last of her childhood reservations about her lifestyle silently slip into oblivion. When she began to experience orgasm after orgasm, she knew that she was becoming addicted to sex, whether with other females and any number of guys. While Casey and Gordon continued to have their way with her body, she was already beginning to wonder just how many guys she might service at one time

She knew that she had crossed the line from normal, whatever that was, to fun loving, depraved womanhood, whatever that might become. Bitch, whore, slut, even nymphomaniac ... these were all names that just might apply to her now ... and she even liked the idea. After all, where in that desolate and isolated part of the country she and Kerry had come from could a girl find anything like the fun she'd found in San Francisco?

Lauren pondered her fate and came to the realization that she would probably never live a life that her parents thought of as normal. For instance she doubted that she could ever settle down with one man for "the rest of her life", whatever that was. She had found, in the short period of her liberation, that she loved having sex with men and not just one man but several. She suspected that the numbers of men she would allow to fuck her would grow considerably, as long as the lustful pleasure she derived from sex continued. 

Nor did she think she would ever limit her sexual activities to men. With friends like Kerry and Susan, she knew that she would find other women equally interested in having girl-to-girl sex and, although she felt like she would always need the feel of a cock inside her, she knew that there would always be a place in her life for the soft feminine touch to her lips and nipples and pussy.

In short, there was a whole world of pleasure out there to be enjoyed, activities that she had never been allowed to consider until she moved to San Francisco. No doubt about it ... the City By The Bay had a tremendously seductive quality and she was now ready to explore it all!