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High Interest Loan Ch. 01

By: AltheaRose



I spotted Donna across the restaurant and headed in her direction. We were meeting for our regular Sunday brunch. It's going on five years that we've been meeting Sundays at eleven in the morning for food, Bloody Marys, and a full plate of girl talk and gossip. I was not prepared to have this meal lead to an exotic journey that I never even thought possible.

Donna waved and we kissed before sitting back down at our favorite table. She looked at me and pouted.

"God, I hate it when you show up with the 'Look-at-me-I've-just-been-fucked' face."

"I don't look like that," I protested.

"Were you?"

"What?"

"Just fucked."

I blushed, smiled and nodded.

"God, I knew it. And, to prove I am a total masochist, I'm going to ask. Was it really that good?"

I sipped some ice water and leaned in close to her. 

"Honestly, Donna, he was inspired this morning. I don't think my feet hit the pavement on my way here."

"I totally hate you," she said as she signaled for our waitress. "I mean it, totally hate you."

We ordered our first round of Bloody Marys along with our usual. For Donna it was the egg white omelet with asparagus while I had my usual Eggs Benedict.

"That's another thing I hate about you," she said. "You eat like a freaking lumberjack and never gain an ounce. I'm living on lettuce and damn egg whites and struggle to fit into my jeans."

"You fill your jeans out quite nicely," I said. "Even Sean thinks you look hot in them."

It was Donna's turn to blush. "He never said that."

"Yes, he did, dear. Good thing I'm not the jealous type because he is always talking about how good you look."

Donna didn't offer one of her customary wise-assed remarks.

Our drinks arrived and we toasted each other as we had since senior year in college clinking our glasses as we recited.

"To good health, good friends, good fortune and good sex—not always in that order."

After taking adult-sized sips, Donna smiled and said, "Well, three out of four ain't bad."

***

We met freshman year and hit it off immediately. To many we were complete opposites. Donna, dark, short and outgoing and me, tall, blond and introverted. Over the next couple of years our friendship solidified and senior year we roomed together in an off-campus apartment. I'd say that year we helped each other. I helped her become a bit more self-aware and aided her to polish some rough edges. Donna assisted me to overcome my shyness with men, and do so quite completely.

Donna was seriously boy-crazy. She wasn't a slut, but she certainly fooled around a bit and had a series of semi long-term relationships. I never knew when I would be treated to a "grunt fest" as I began to call them. Donna is vocal during sex and seemed to attract partners that were also expressive. If I heard one more "fuck me hard, babe" coming from her room, I swore I'd get a gun and take care of the annoyance permanently. 

I was still a virgin at the start of senior year. Being shy, in addition to my virginity status, meant I had little to no experience with guys. The first time I ran into a naked boy coming out of our apartment's bathroom I honestly thought I was going to faint. I had to go back to bed and lie down. The image of the boy's penis was seared into my brain. When I mentioned it to Donna later that evening, she laughed. 

"It's a good thing you never saw Evan," she said. "His dick is legend on campus."

I had no idea what a legendary penis was supposed to look like, but I imagine it had to do with size. I now, at least, had one penis for comparison if I ever saw another one, which I doubted would happen soon.

Of course, the next week said Evan was present for a fun-filled night accompanied by especially loud animal noises. In the morning I was pouring a bowl of Cheerios when a naked man wandered into the kitchen.

"Hey," he said.

I looked at him and in spite of my best intentions immediately turned my attention to what was between his legs. I thought it must be a prank. Surely no real person could have anything that looked like that. I made a mental comparison to the one and only other penis I had seen. It was obvious that there was no comparison.

As I was gawking, and, yes, that is the only word that could express what I was doing, a naked Donna appeared next to Evan. I had seen her without clothes a couple times before, but never standing next to a naked boy and never, ever after it was obvious they both just had sex.

"Alex, this is Evan. I think I mentioned him before." Donna smiled and slyly let her eyes drop to his manhood.

Evan took a step forward, accompanied by a swaying that reminded me of a large pendulum, and extended his hand. I shook it, but no words escaped my lips.

"Pretty nice, right?" said Donna as she picked up his penis and held it out toward me.

This was so "Donna." She loved to tease me and when it came to sex, she loved it even more. I really don't think it was to embarrass me, although she enjoyed seeing me blush. Donna thought she was helping me to crawl out of my shell. Every once in a while, she would wander through the apartment topless or naked. If I said anything, she'd respond that I was welcome to copy her dress code. The fact that Donna was flaunting her gorgeous figure did not surprise me. The fact that she was now holding a boy's penis was beyond any expectation I had. My instincts told me to flee. My curiosity kept my butt in the chair.

Now I could clearly see the large scrotum beneath. By Evan's reaction I assumed that having women admire his appendage was a common occurrence. He just smiled and allowed Donna to play with him. 

My eyes moved back and forth from his penis to Donna's body. Although she was shorter than I am, her breasts are at least twice my size. My breasts can be generously considered a handful—if you have small hands. Donna's are in the "Oh My God" category. They were a female complement to the large penis that Donna eagerly fondled before my eyes. It seemed that even she was affected by Evan's manhood. Her nipples stood out from the pink areolas. The blood-red nubs appeared ready to explode. I realized I was ogling my friend's nipples and averted my eyes. The problem was my eyes refocused on the large penis in her hands.

While Donna coaxed life into his penis, his hand had slipped a finger onto her crotch and started playing with her pussy. Since Donna only kept a small dark patch above her vagina, I clearly saw how his finger kept disappearing.

As the effects of all this playfulness started to take shape on Evan -- and I mean really form a shape to a degree I never imagined a body part could exhibit -- I excused myself and ran to my room. I could hear them laughing as I closed my door and collapsed on my bed more excited than I could ever remember being. I cautiously slipped my hand inside my PJ bottoms and felt the dampness between my swollen lips. 

In a minute I was violating every rule I established regarding sex. I was masturbating in the daylight, my PJs bundled at my ankles with someone else in the apartment, lying on top of the bed covers and fantasizing on a man's erect penis as opposed to the latest Hollywood hunk's bare chest. What took me most by surprise, next to the intensity of the orgasm, was the lingering image of Donna's body. If a girl ever looked good naked, it was Donna. 

A half hour later Donna knocked at my door. I pulled up my PJ bottoms and told her to enter.

She entered, still naked, crawled up on my bed and pulled me to her. I fell into her arms and we lay back on the bed. 

"Freak you out?" she asked.

"Donna, I'm twenty-one, I can handle seeing a naked man," I said smugly. Feeling my head resting on her breast, I added, "And a naked woman."

"So, it didn't bother you? Like turn you on?"

"No. I'm capable of controlling my body," I said with an air of superiority.

"Just saying because it smells a lot like sex in this room."

She put her hand between my legs and quickly discovered the dampness that had filled my PJ bottoms.

"God," I cried. "I'm so embarrassed."

I was stunned that her hand remained in place as Donna spoke.

"God, Alex, give yourself a break. So, you masturbated. I know it's not the first time that happened. Besides we all do it. It's needed and fun. So, nothing to be embarrassed about."

"What do you mean it's not the first time? How can you say that?"

Donna gently squeezed my mound. "Alex, I know you think you're being so sly, but I've arrived home a bunch of times when I don't think you heard me come in. But I sure heard you. You make the cutest little squeaks you when you come."

"Oh, my god. I am going to die. I never knew you were there."

"Alex, it's okay. I liked it. Sometimes I played with myself and tried to come at the same time." As she said this, Donna ran her fingers along her exposed pussy. When she pulled them away, I could see the wetness glisten on the tips.

"It's no big deal," she continued as she casually licked her finger clean. "I love to masturbate, so why shouldn't you? So, now that we've come this far, let's talk about sex."

"I think I'd rather talk about having my fingernails removed with pliers," I said covering my face with my hands. The pressure of her hand between my legs was sending unexpected, but not necessarily unwelcome, sensations through my body.

"Nope, time for an honest to god talk about sex."

"Donna, please."

"Alex, you need to get past this virginity thing. Really, it's not a national treasure. No one expects you not to have sex until you marry. I know you're not religious, so there must be some other reasons. I can guess at a few—fear, ignorance, zero social graces." 

"Wait, I'm sociable."

"Yeah, with me, the other girls who were on our floor and even some guys as long as they don't appear to be interested in you sexually."

I shook my head to indicate I didn't agree.

"And, let me say that any guy who is not interested in you sexually is either gay or had his balls removed."

"You have your hand between my legs," I said. "Are you interested in me sexually?"

Donna laughed so hard I thought she was going to hurt herself. She pushed against my mound and my insides began to melt. No one had ever touched me there before now.

"Alex, Alex," she said after she caught her breath. "Just because I touched you does not mean I'm putting the moves on you. I haven't been with a girl since high school, okay, make that sophomore year. No, wait let's say junior year, unless you count Labor Day. Anyway, truth is once I discovered boys, I had greatly reduced interest in what girls had to offer. But, if I were interested in girls, you would be at the top of my list." She squeezed my mound again and her index finger pushed my PJ's into my cleft. 

"Donna, you're still touching me."

"Yep, and you have not died. Look, Alex, I wish you could see that sex is a lot of fun and certainly not something to constantly fret about. I can tell you're turned on. You are wetter now than a minute ago."

"Oh, god, this is embarrassing."

"No, it's not. Alex, I'm wet, too. Feel free to see for yourself."

I shook my head, but thought it might be interesting to see what another girl felt like. Could I really touch Donna there? Like anyone, I dreamed of sex. Of course my dreams included a handsome man who swept me off my feet. He'd carry me away and slowly make love to me. Now, I was thinking my first time might be with a girl. I closed my eyes to rid myself of an image of me and Donna getting sexual.

Donna rubbed me a little and I gasped.

"Alex, you like this. It's plain to see you're excited."

I shook my head, but inside I was feeling something new. If I only could let myself go, maybe I could discover some of the secrets of sex that have remained hidden my whole life. Oh, wow, Donna is rubbing hard. 

"Now, imagine what it would be like if some handsome hunk was doing this. Believe me it can be awesome. When a guy is inside you, it's like no other feeling in the world. I love a big prick filling my hole and making contact with my entire vadge."

Donna rubbed me one more time and I exploded as her finger pushed between my lips, still hidden behind my PJs. I pushed my hips up and felt overwhelmed by my orgasm. When I began to breathe regularly, Donna pulled her hand away. 

"See, Alex, that was like a free sample. Now, you know what it's like to cum from having another person involved. We need to move you away from this ridiculously tiny safety zone and into the real world. Honey, we need to get you laid. Let's make it our goal to find a nice guy who can do what I just did and a whole lot more."

Donna kissed me and snuggled me. I was confused, but my mind was opening slightly to what pleasure sex could bring. I rested my head on her soft breast and thought that sex may just have something more to be said for it. That day Donna started me along on a road that led to greater sexual exploration. True to her promise, she would help me meet some nice guys and coached me through my rookie jitters. I am so happy that she was there for me.

***

Strange how our roles are reversed. Now, I was the one enjoying a great sex life and trying to help my best friend. Donna was going through a severe sex drought. Her last regular boyfriend had left over six months ago. I had to admit I was happy to see him leave. He never treated her well, let her carry him financially when he was "trying to find himself" and, according to Donna, was not all that spectacular in bed. 

I opted not to go down the road of telling her she was better off. Instead, I asked about a guy she met at a sales convention.

Donna shrugged and sipped some more of her drink. "I don't think that's going anywhere."

"Why? You said he seemed nice, was cute and asked for your number."

"True. Then I ran into a colleague who works in the same company. I mentioned him and she said he was nice and cute... and married."

"Shit," I said.

"Definitely," Donna agreed.

Our waitress brought our meals and we spent a few minutes tasting. 

"Alex, be honest with me," she said. "Why do I attract the losers? Do I give out 'losers welcome here' vibes?"

I love Donna. She is closer to me than my own sisters. She is pretty, smart, extremely successful at work and a nice person. She is also obsessed with the fact that we will turn thirty next year. Over and over she's told me that she does not want to turn thirty and not have a man.

"Donna, you know how special you are to me," I said.

"Oh, oh, here it comes."

"You asked me about vibes," I said.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I want to hear a true answer. Ever hear of a rhetorical question?" She tried to smile, but it was half-hearted at best.

"Okay, so I won't say anything." I concentrated on cutting a piece of the Eggs Benedict, making sure I sopped up as much Hollandaise sauce as possible. These were the best Eggs Benny in town. I savored the combo of meat, perfectly poached egg, sauce and home-made English muffin. The hash browns were to die for. 

"All right, freaking tell me," Donna finally said.

"Nope. I don't want to risk pissing you off."

"You'll really piss me off if you don't tell me what you're thinking. Come on dish, girl."

I put my fork down and wiped my mouth with my napkin.

"Remember when we were in college?" I asked.

"I may be pushing thirty, but I haven't gone senile yet," she said with her usual snarkiness.

"How about this? Remember the hot, confident girl who loved having fun? Does she ring a bell?"

"I still love having fun," Donna said a bit defensively.

"Yes, but where's the hot, confident girl? Where is the Donna who took a social imbecile and taught her to become comfortable with her own body and with—thank god—men's bodies? That's the Donna I'm looking for. The best friend who helped me become a woman. I have a hard time seeing her around here."

"Hey, times change. We're not in college any more."

"Donna, you are incredibly hot. I just wish you would get it. Instead you let every minor perceived imperfection grow into some huge distorted view of yourself. You obsess about turning thirty. Plus, you are beginning to give off serious desperate vibes."

"Desperate?"

"Yes. Like you want to marry any guy who buys you more than one drink at a bar."

We both smiled at that. I was referring to a night a few months ago when she and I went bar hopping. She saw some "really cute" guy and made me sit at the bar so we could be next to him. He looked at us and offered to buy a round. Donna began to seriously chat him up. After the second round, she was touching him and flirting her sweet ass off. Maybe it was the combination of drink and lust, but I was worried she was going to jump him right there.

I could tell the guy was backing off and tried to ease Donna down a few degrees. She ignored me and then proceeded to ask the guy to be her date at our friend's wedding coming up in a couple weeks. Just the look on his face was enough of an answer for me, but Donna didn't see it.

She kept describing how much fun it would be and that they could get a room at the resort where the wedding would be held. It was then the guy signaled for the check and beat a rapid retreat.

Of course, Donna was devastated. I tried to explain that she pushed too hard. Plus, I told her that single guys don't like going as a date to weddings. It makes them think their date is trying to steer them to the altar. That was the start of her latest funk. She was finally coming out of it and so I felt I could gently approach how she comes across to guys.

"I don't want to seem desperate," moaned Donna. She took a sip of her drink and added, "But, Alex, I am getting desperate. I'm not getting younger and I haven't had a serious relationship in ages. I haven't even been laid in a long time. Thank god for Ricardo."

Ricardo was her name for the vibrator I gave her as a gag gift on her twenty-fifth birthday. The joke was on me because she took it seriously and took it to bed with her, too. Some nights when I'd invite her over for Chinese, a movie and Ben & Jerry's, she'd beg off saying she had a date with Ricardo. As much as we kidded about it, I knew that Donna felt worse knowing her best sexual relationship was with an inanimate object.

We finished our second Bloody Mary and thought about dessert. I convinced her to split a crème brûlée with me. As our spoons dipped into the luscious treat, Donna sighed. I knew this was a sign that some big disclosure was coming.

I waited. She sighed again. 

I smiled at her and she sighed.

I gave in. "Okay, what's up?"

"Why do you think something's up?"

"Cut the crap, Donna. We both know that you want to tell me something and that you want to pretend that I have to drag it out of you. So, dear, just tell me."

"I won the sales contest at work."

"Donna, that's fantastic. You go girl!"

She smiled and looked genuinely embarrassed. I wouldn't let her pull that act with me.

"Hey, I know how hard you work. I also know that you are the best salesperson I ever met. It must be because you are really empathetic. You identify with the needs of your client and they can sense it. So, feel good about yourself."

We ordered cappuccinos. After we each took a sip, Donna set her cup down.

"The kicker is that the prize is an all-expense paid trip to Aruba--for two. Plane fare, hotel, meals, spa treatment, the whole works."

"That sounds perfect, so what's the problem?"

I could see her catch her breath. Fearing she was about to cry, I reached over and took her hand. "Donna, what?"

"I have no one to take with me," she said trying to hold back a sob. "I have this super romantic trip dropped in my lap and I've got no one to share it with. That's what I call a real bitch."

I wanted to pull her to me and hold her. When she started down this slope of self-pity, it often took weeks to pull her back up. Maybe I could do something to stop the slide.


High Interest Loan Ch. 01



"Hey, you know lots of people. Ask a friend to go."

"Great," she said. "A romantic get away with my cousin Ruth. Not what I had in mind."

I chuckled. I knew Ruth to be a sweet but totally awkward woman. She was clueless about how to dress, didn't like to drink or dance, had never been on a date and snorted every time she laughed. Whenever Donna mentioned Ruth, it was code for the worst possible outcome.

"Well..." I began.

"Besides, she snores," added Donna. We both laughed.

"Ok, there must be someone else."

She looked at me over the rim of her cup. I felt my stomach flip.

"Oh, no," I said. "You are not going to drag me along. I'd just be dead weight as you trolled the hotel looking for hot guys. And, having me along would not fulfill your dream of a romantic getaway."

Donna put her cup down and showed me the slyest smile I had ever seen on her.

"You know," she said, "We could make it a one-time 'Gay-For-A-Week' thing. Then we could have a blast and sex at the same time. You know you and I always have so much fun."

As the words made their way through my brain, the only two I really heard were "gay" and "sex."

Donna was talking about the hotel, the amenities, the other places on the island, when I put my hand up. She became quiet.

"Gay-For-A-Week?" I said. "Donna, you want to have sex with me?"

"Well, you are about the hottest woman I know. And, you always tell me I should feel good about myself because you think I'm pretty. So, yeah, it could be fun."

The turmoil in my stomach was only made worse by the strange tingling in my pussy. My best friend in life just proposed we screw each other.

"Donna, you know I don't do that."

She stared at me. "Well, maybe not recently."

My mouth dropped open. "No, Donna, not recently, try like not ever."

"Never?"

"No, I never have been with a woman. I thought you knew that. We never talked about me doing anything with a woman. And, before you bring up that one night after Evan left and you came into my room, that was not real sex. And, it was a one-time thing."

"Ok, I give you that. But as far as not telling me about other women, I thought that was because you didn't like talking about sex back when we were in college."

"College. You thought I had sex with a woman in college?"

"Duh, Beth Hughes."

I could feel the blood draining from my brain. She thought I had an affair with Beth, one of our good friends.

"Donna, what made you think I was going to bed with Beth?"

"Well, she was like so openly gay. Plus, she lusted after your tight ass all the time. You guys hung out a lot."

"Wait, Beth Hughes is gay?!"

"Please, do not tell me you didn't know."

I shook my head. Admittedly, back then I was shy and so naïve, but I thought I would have noticed if a woman was sexually interested in me. The times we've gotten together since college were mainly for dinner or at parties. She never had a date, but I figured it was because she was too busy building her career.

"Donna, I swear I never knew and I can tell you I never did anything sexual with her."

"You went skinny dipping with her."

"God, I forgot about that. I went to their home in Florida over break during our junior year. You went to Mexico on some sort of drunken orgy excursion-thing. Her parents had a pool and one night we went swimming. Beth said it was a lot of fun without suits, so we took them off. Nothing happened, I swear."

"Alex, all Beth could talk about was how great your body was. She told us she loved your soft breasts and the full blond bush was to die for. She described in great detail every inch of your body and clearly inferred that she had her hands and tongue over every inch, as well."

I slumped in my chair. Looking back I recalled that Beth was always touching me, but I never thought there was anything sexual about it. Now, I remembered that after a party at one of the frats, we walked back to our dorm together. She had her arm linked in mine. When we got to our floor, she said what a fun time she had with me. I said I did too. Beth hugged me. Even now I could feel how tight her body was to mine. I was going to say something when her lips suddenly pressed against mine. I was frozen in shock. When her tongue touched my lips, I broke it off.

Beth apologized and blamed it on having too much to drink. We both laughed it off. I never even thought about it again until this minute.

"She and I never did anything, Donna. That's the truth. Why didn't you say anything to me back then?"

Donna looked out over the half-curtain in the window. The November wind was blowing around the last leaves of fall and people were pulling their coats tight around them. Winter was introducing itself and soon we all would be scurrying from one warm spot to the next. 

"I felt that you didn't want to talk about it. And, I was..."

Her voice trailed off. She wouldn't look at me.

"You were what?"

"I was hurt," she said.

"Hurt! Why would you be hurt?" I was even more confused now than when she told me Beth was letting people think we were lovers.

"I was hurt because you chose Beth over me," she said in a voice so low I almost missed what she said.

I reached for her hand. She tried to pull it back, but I grasped if firmly.

"You wanted to have sex with me?"

"God, Alex, sometimes I swear you do not see what is directly in front of you. I was in love with you, then."

I thought I was going to lose my meal. Holding my hand on my tummy, I bent forward. Counting to a slow ten, I attempted to control my breathing. Slowly, I gained some command over my body.

"Alex, are you all right?" Donna touched my forearm.

I shook my head and lifted it to look at her. She was the same pretty Donna, but somehow she looked so different. It was like foggy lenses had been yanked from my eyes. Donna was in love with me. Those words sank into my consciousness and into my soul.

"Donna, I never knew," I managed to say.

"I figured that out a long time ago," she said with a short laugh.

"God, how could I be so stupid?'

"Alex, you weren't stupid. You just never had a dirty mind."

We both smiled.

I took her fingers in mine. "And, now? What do you feel now?"

"You mean after I propositioned you to spend a week having sex with me in a tropical paradise?"

Grinning, I nodded.

"Hell, Alex, I honestly don't know. I mean I am really mostly interested in men. As you know, I've been through my share of them. And, I still picture myself in my dreams settling down with a yummy guy. I admit to having an occasional fling with a woman. But, there is something about you, though, that will always hold a piece of my heart. In spite of my clumsy invitation, I have come to accept that we will never be lovers. I have all I need with you as my friend."

"I love you, Donna. But, it's not that kind of a love."

She nodded and squeezed my fingers. "I know. And, I am not like going around lusting after you all the time. I just thought it could be fun for a week. I'm sorry if I've upset you."

"Donna, you could never upset me. In truth, you've flattered me. To have someone so pretty and so nice have those feelings for me is special. I'm happy to hear you're not lusting after me all the time."

"Yeah," she said with that same sly smile, "not ALL the time."

We finished our drinks and headed outside. I pulled a knit hat down over my ears and donned my mittens. 

Donna looked apprehensive. Usually we hugged and I could see her hesitation.

"Come here, you idiot, and hug me." We embraced and Donna squeezed me hard. We broke and, as our custom, kissed each other on the lips. Today, I wondered if this kiss had harbored some other meaning to Donna in the past. I couldn't worry about it, because there was no way I would let today's conversation place any barriers between us. And, just to prove to myself that there was nothing to worry about, I kissed her again. This kiss lasted a lot longer and our hug got a little bit tighter. The slight intimacy made me feel warm all over in spite of the cold wind.

We broke apart and smiled at each other.

"Talk to you soon," I said and we headed in our different directions. Instead of hailing a cab, I walked the ten blocks to our apartment. I needed the cold air to clear my head.

"Good brunch?" Sean called out as I walked in.

He was working on the NY Times Sunday Magazine crossword at the kitchen table. Dressed in jeans and a plaid wool shirt, he looked relaxed. He hadn't showered since our morning tryst and I could still smell the faint sex aroma as I hugged his shoulders from behind.

"Well, let's say it was an interesting brunch."

Sean put down his pencil and pulled me into his lap. "Interesting?" he said and kissed my cold cheeks and nose.

I nodded and nuzzled into his neck.

"Something the matter, Alex? Did you and Donna have a fight?"

"Take me to bed," I whispered.

I could see the puzzlement on his face. To his credit, Sean knew that something was up because I never initiated a romp in bed in the middle of the day. I frequently responded willingly and enthusiastically to his advances, but never started the ball rolling. I imagined that Donna would be the instigator regarding sex. She would not hope a man would lead her to bed, she'd grab him by the penis and drag him there. As I told my boyfriend that I wanted sex, I thought maybe I was becoming a little bit like Donna. 

In a flash, Donna's eyes looking at me over her cup sent a shiver down my spine. Her words inviting me to be her lover for a week bounced around my head. I knew I was nothing like Donna when it came to sex. I doubt if I ever would be.

Holding hands we made our way to our bed. Sean kissed me and I pulled his zipper down and stuck my hand inside his jeans. He was not yet hard and I pulled his penis out. Stepping back I looked at the exposed member and holding it gently, I said, "Take me, now."

I still had my down jacket on. He rid me of that, pulled my sweater over my head and tossed both of them in the corner. While his lips pressed against mine, he eased the hem of my turtleneck from my jeans and moved it up and over my breasts. His mouth dropped to my bare breasts and he took my right nipple into his mouth.

My sigh told him I appreciated what he was doing. As he played with my breasts, I pulled my shirt the rest of the way over my head and discarded it. Sean kissed his way to my belt. Running his hands over my ass, he pulled my crotch to his mouth. He breathed in deeply. I wondered if he could smell my excitement hidden behind the jeans and boy shorts I was wearing. In a minute my jeans were at my ankles and with Sean's help I worked to free my feet. 

He moved his hands under the back of my panties and cupped my ass cheeks, once more pulling my crotch to his face. I was sure he could detect my level of excitement at this point. He kissed me through the light blue fabric and ran his tongue along my cleft, pushing my undies between my lips. I felt his finger go underneath and shuddered as it entered my moist and warm pussy. 

"Oh, yes, babe, that feels good," I said.

He guided me backward until I fell onto the bed. Taking my underwear by the waist he pulled them down and off. I spread my knees and he knelt between my legs staring at the thick and untamed mess of blond curls.

Running my fingers through my patch, I wondered if I should do something about grooming. Sean never complained, but then, he never would. Usually he would spend a long time caressing my thighs and teasing my lips. Today, he moved quickly to my pussy and thrust his tongue inside as deeply as he could. I let him know how good it felt as I raised my hips to try to allow more of him inside.

"Fuck me," I said.

Sean looked up at me over the blond forest. As our eyes met, I knew he must be thinking what had gotten into me. I never said "fuck" and I never commanded him to "fuck me."

Sean stood and shucked off his jeans and boxers. I loved the look of his erection. He was not as well-endowed as some of my former lovers, but I always like the way it stood up. I ran my finger along the underside and around the tip, as I moved back onto the bed. His erection was always so hard and felt so powerful. I knew length was far from the most important criteria for a man's penis. I regularly complimented Sean on his and told him how good it made me feel, especially the thickness of his erection. I don't know if he needed that sort of encouragement, but by the way he responded I knew it couldn't be hurting. I kissed his tip. 

As much as I wanted to stay in this moment, the memory of Donna and her proposition wormed its way into my consciousness. My mind drifted away to the first time I did oral sex. Donna was the one to take me there. 

*** 

Donna burst into my room. Her face was lit with excitement. 

"Get ready to be eternally grateful to me," she said as she plopped on my bed.

"Really? And why is that?"

"Josh said yes."

"Who is Josh and what is he saying yes to?" I asked trying to follow her excited rush of words.

"He's a friend of mine from marketing class and he's willing to be our demo man."

"Demo man? Like in tearing down something?" I asked.

Donna howled. "No, dummy, demo man in like you get to play show me yours. Actually, it's more like, let me play with yours."

My heart stopped. Was Donna saying she was bringing a guy over to have sex with me? Not even she would do that. Well, on second thought, yes she would.

"Donna, I am not going to go to bed with some random guy. What are you thinking?"

"I don't mean you're going to fuck him, Alex. I mean you get to do other stuff."

"Like..."

"Have you ever touched a naked guy?"

I shook my head.

"Ever jerked a guy off?"

I shook my head harder.

"Given a blow job?"

My head almost left my neck I was shaking it so hard.

"See, there's lots of other stuff to do."

"Donna, I can't do this."

"Yes, you can and you will. Alex, let me help you. Josh is cute and like the coolest guy I know. What better way to start to understand what sex is all about? Hell, you'll have your best friend to guide you and a hunky guy to play with. What could be better?"

I thought that maybe coming down with the plague might be better.

I was about to continue the argument when our doorbell rang. Donna ran out and in a minute returned with a tall, blond boy. He was handsome in sort of an Owen Wilson way. He was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt.

Donna made the introductions. "Josh, as you can see Alex is seriously hot."

He grinned as he stared at my nipples poking out from my tee shirt. "She is also seriously a sexual klutz."

"Donna!" I cried.

"Chill, Alex. It's true. So, let's take a little tour of a guy." Donna got right to it. I still could not believe this was happening. Donna pulled me up and I stood facing Josh.

"Undress him, Alex."

"No way," I said.

"Josh, can Alex undress you?"

"Sure. That'd be fun."

"There you go, girl. Now start by taking off his sweatshirt." Donna pushed my butt until I was close to Josh. Slowly, I took the hem of his sweatshirt and pulled it up. He raised his arms and I eased it over his head. He had a long-sleeved tee shirt on. 

"Keep going, Alex."

I took a deep breath and removed Josh's shirt. His chest was hairless and lean. In spite of my quivering insides, I ran my palm over his skin. He was warm and my fingers enjoyed the feel of his flesh. I passed my fingers over his nipples and he shuddered. 

"Pinch them, Alex." I took one nipple and closed my fingers. Josh squirmed and opened his mouth to breath.

"Suck one," she coached. It was as if Donna told me to make a soufflé. I knew all the ingredients, but had no clue how to produce the final product. Then, I figured that it was time to start to break out of my shell. 

I put my lips to his left nipple and closed around it. Josh let out a soft sound. I sucked it into my mouth and ran my tongue over the rough surface.

"That feels good," he said.

I stepped back and felt sweat both running down my back and between my breasts. So far, I was enjoying this tutorial. Donna told me to take off his shoes and socks, and I bent to do so.

I was kneeling in front of him when Donna instructed me to undo his jeans. I thought Donna might have a career in coaching. I think my hands were shaking a bit as I pulled his belt buckle free and undid it. I managed to grasp the top of his zipper with my fingers and lowered it. I unsnapped the top and his jeans opened on his thin frame. I could see the top of his boxers and a light line of hair running from his naval to the band.

Donna started to speak, but I knew what to do. Even though I'd never done this before, I had a pretty good idea of how pants worked. I tugged and his jeans puddled around his ankles. Josh put his hand on my head as I freed one foot at a time. His legs were covered with light blond hair. I ran my hands over his calves and up his thighs, stopping short of his butt. I repeated touching on the front of his legs. I thought his boxers were not as loose as they were a few seconds ago.

"Do it, Alex."

I looked into Josh's eyes. He smiled and nodded. I pulled his underwear down and off. My face was inches away from his penis. I was fairly sure he was not hard, but it didn't look all the way soft, either. I just stared. My confidence about knowing what to do with pants had completely disappeared. What should I do with this part of a man inches from my face. 

"Okay," said Donna, "The easy stuff is out of the way. Time for the advanced course. Touch him."

Time seemed to freeze as I stared at his penis. A few minutes ago I would never have imagined I would be in this position. Telling myself to be brave, I slowly raised my right hand until one finger touched Josh's shaft. It moved and I pulled back.

Donna and Josh laughed. "It doesn't bite, Alex," said Donna. "Take hold of him."

I curled my fingers around the long coil and felt a penis for the first time in my life. Josh thrust his hips forward and I could feel his penis thickening and hardening. In a few seconds, I was now absolutely sure he was erect.

"Wow," I said. "That's kinda neat."

"Stroke him," coached Donna.

I moved my hand lightly up and down his shaft. Josh moved uneasily.

"He needs some moisture," said Donna. "Lick him."

I turned my eyes to her and she could see the fear. In a moment, she was kneeling next to me. She placed her hand around mind and licked the top of Josh's penis. Removing both of our hands, she used her tongue to run up and down the shaft, both top and bottom.

"Your turn, girl."

With my heart beating so fast I was sure my chest would burst, I tentatively placed my tongue on Josh's erection. I was shocked at how warm it felt. What also surprised me was how soft and hard it was at the same time. I ran my tongue all around, copying what I saw Donna do.

"Now stroke him, Alex. Make him cum."

My hand moved over the wet shaft and steadily moved up and down. Donna asked Josh how it felt. 

"Could be a little firmer," he said.

I'm nothing if not good at following directions. I squeezed tighter and kept on stroking. His hips began to rock. 

"Feel his balls," Donna said.

My other hand slipped between his legs and gingerly cupped the hanging sack. Donna's hand joined mine and she taught me how to isolate one teste and fondle it. Josh was moaning as we played with his balls.

I lost concentration while examining his balls and stopped stroking. "Gotta multi-task, Alex," Donna said. She placed her hand over mine and helped me reestablish a rhythm. "Faster," she whispered into my ear. Josh was rocking hard and taking deep breaths. 

Donna put her hand back on his shaft and said, "Take your shirt off, Alex."

"But I'm not wearing a bra," I replied.

"Take it off or have Josh cum all over your shirt. Trust me it feels so wicked to have a guy cum on your tits."




High Interest Loan Ch. 01



Wondering what happened to my own will, I pulled my shirt over my head. Josh looked down and grinned. "Wow, those are great," he said.

"Okay, Alex, time for a big finish." Donna pulled her hand away and I resumed jerking off Josh. In a few seconds he made a grunting noise, pushed his penis forward and a stream of white exploded from his tip.

I screamed as it landed on my shoulder. Donna reached in and directed the remaining spurts so they landed on my exposed breasts. She pulled Josh forward and rubbed his still hard tip on my nipples. I had a tiny orgasm.

Freeing him, Donna rubbed the creamy stuff into my breasts. She then turned and took his semi-flaccid penis into her mouth and cleaned any remaining liquid.

"That was awesome, guys," Donna said. "Let's give Josh a moment and then on to step two."

"Step two," I asked as I looked around for something to wipe clean my breasts.

"Yeah, blow jobs."

I can still remember the first time I felt a man's tip between my lips. It was empowering to think that this essential part of a man was entrusted to my mouth, subject to the strength of my jaw and the sharpness of my teeth. I learned to love blow jobs both for the pleasure they gave my lover and for the sense of power they gave me. I even came to enjoy the taste of most men. I loved the taste of Sean.

Looking back, I still can't believe I let her talk me into giving Josh that first blow job. After a few more practice sessions, I became pretty good at it. At least Josh said I was good. And, other boyfriends also liked what I could do. Sean always said I was the best.

*** 

Snapping my mind back to the present, I focused on the half-naked man in front of me. My mouth must have been working on automatic as Sean was groaning with the attention I was lavishing on him. I decided I had done my part and the rest was up to him. I released his erection. The covers and bedding were still unmade. Reaching the pillows, I let my head fall back as my thighs widened.

Sean was over me and then inside me in seconds. My vagina welcomed him with a pleasing contraction. As I relaxed, he began slowly, but soon was pounding hard. Sean could sense my need. Tender loving was not on the agenda. I needed to feel a hardness inside me. The nerves along my canal craved the sensation of a man sliding in and out. I wanted to take and not to give, which is not my usual approach to sex. Usually I worry about giving Sean enough and fulfilling his desires. Right now I wanted hard sex to help overcome the conflicting emotions building inside me. All I wanted was an orgasm to burst inside me. Was my need to have Sean take me hard my way of trying to erase any erotic images of Donna from my mind? Would having sex with a man eliminate that tingle I experienced when Donna proposed a "Gay for a Week" vacation? 

Gripping my thighs, I pulled my legs back to open myself more to him. I giggled as I looked at my feet, still clad in Argyle socks waving alongside his head. The rough fabric of his shirt scraped along my nipples increasing their arousal. Dropping my feet to the bed I used my legs to gain leverage and thrust back at him. I snaked my arms around his neck and jerked him down for a kiss. I aggressively moved my tongue inside his mouth and swirled it around his.

Sean's tempo increased and I knew he could not last much longer at this pace. I needed some more time, not a lot, just enough. I let one hand move from his neck to my clit. I rubbed hard as he continued moving in and out. He looked down, surprised at what I was doing -- I had never touched myself during our love-making. I smiled thinking this was not making love; this was fucking. I loved hearing that word reverberate in my mind. I was fucking Sean. I was fucking him hard. I was thinking...

Shit, I was thinking of the kisses with Donna while I was fucking. Trying to make that image disappear I opened my eyes and saw the intense stare from Sean.

"Now, babe, now. Let's finish this," I urged him.

He gave me three long thrusts and I pinched my clit. As I felt him pause and then groan, my body convulsed with pleasure. Sean was emptying himself in me and I was meeting every push with my mons. This orgasm made what I thought was the apex from this morning vanish into the mist. I came harder than I ever could remember.

We lay next to each other, breathing hard and sweating. I let my hand flit along my still sensitive nipples and over my clit. My other hand was stroking the wet shaft next to me.

"Can I have a home delivery of what you ordered for brunch?" Sean asked.

We both cracked up. He leaned over and kissed me. "That was spectacular, Alex. Thank you."

I smiled.

"So, what inspired it?" he asked.

"A girl needs inspiration to make love to her boyfriend?"

"Alex, you asked me to fuck you. That's a first. I complied with everything I had. Now, tell me what happened between when you left this morning—after what I thought was a great time—to when you came home?"

"Sean, do you love me?"

I could see him react. There was a flash of anger in his eyes, but it was replaced by the tenderness he's always shown me.

"Of course, I love you. If somehow, I have not said it enough or shown you often enough, I apologize. I love you, Alex."

I rolled over and put my head on his shoulders and broke down crying. Sean held me close and rubbed my back. I know he must think an alien had taken over my body. What he didn't know was that there was a new and strange beast growing inside me. And, now, I was about to ask him to do something that no sane woman would ever consider asking. I was scared.

Gathering myself together, I told Sean about the conversation I had with Donna. He listened and never broke contact with me, assuring me of his commitment through his touch.

"So, you think she was serious and wanted to have a fling with you on this trip?"

"I don't know what to think," I said. "I do know, though, that she is not in a good place. Even if she harbored some latent desire for me, Donna would never proposition me like that if she weren't feeling like there was no other option."

Sean kissed the top of my head and ran his fingers along my spine. His touch made me want to meld my flesh with his.

"Do you want to do that? Is that was this is leading to?"

My stomach clenched. As much as I loved him, I was afraid to admit that part of me was excited about the thought of Donna and me being together and exploring new territory. I wanted to be totally honest with him, but I couldn't.

"Oh, Sean, I can't. I will admit that some part of me might have thought that Donna had feelings for me. And, I do think she is an attractive woman. Make that an attractive and sexy woman. But, I've never been with a woman and I don't think I want to start now."

"Alex, you don't sound one hundred percent sure. I understand, but just so you know, if that were to be your decision, I would support you, well, with Donna anyway. So, what are you going to do?"

I pushed my body tighter to his. "You do love me, right?"

"Yes, Alex, I love you."

"If I were to say something so crazy that you questioned my sanity, you would still love me?"

"I would love you even if you said you liked the Yankees."

I laughed and kissed his chest through the wool shirt.

Taking a deep breath, I turned my head to look at him. "Sean, would you go with Donna on her trip?"

Sean didn't say anything for the longest time. He held me and stared at the ceiling. I nudged him with my hip.

"Alex, be honest. Is this like some Cosmo quiz that's supposed to tell you if your man is faithful? Otherwise, I can't believe you are serious."

"I'm serious, Sean. I want you to go to Aruba with Donna. I want you to treat her like the special lady that she is. I want you to make her feel like the sexiest and most desirable woman on earth."

"Alex, if I were to do that it would mean we would be having sex with each other."

"God, you are so brilliant. I knew you would understand."

"Enough with the sarcasm, I'm serious. You want me to take your best friend to bed? Hell, she's one of my best friends, too. That's what you want?"

"I want you to give Donna the best week of her life."

"I think you are asking to give her the best fuck of her life. And, what makes you think I'd even be interested?"

I laughed and fondled his now not-so-soft penis. "Well, this is one clue." I stroked his erection. "Having one of these usually means that the thought of having sex with a beautiful woman is appealing."

"Alex, you know I have never cheated on you. Never even came close to cheating. Never wanted to cheat. You know that, right?"

"Yes, I do. I don't consider this cheating."

"Having sex with another woman is not cheating? What the hell is it, then?"

I could hear the confusion as he spoke. Sean is a good man, who appreciates people who speak directly. He is not into trying to interpret hidden meanings. Usually, I love his directness. I understood I needed to try to be clear on what this proposition is.

"Helping a friend in need?"

"Loaning money is helping a friend in need. Moving furniture is helping a friend in need. Picking up dry cleaning, catching a mouse, straightening out a computer—those things are helping a friend in need. Screwing your girlfriend's friend is not in the same category."

"Don't you find Donna attractive?" I asked.

"Whether I do or don't is beside the question," he answered.

"Do you ever fantasize about her?'

"I wouldn't say I fantasized."

"What? You can tell me."

"Alex, I don't think it's ever good for a man to tell a woman what he thinks about another woman."

"Even if she just asked that man to take the woman away to a romantic, tropical island?"

Sean grunted. "Alex, I'm not comfortable talking about Donna sexually."

"Okay, have you ever imagined what she looked like naked?"

"Oh, Jesus, Alex. Come on."

"I know you've commented about how good she looks and what a nice body she has. So, have you ever wondered what that body would look like without clothes? Like when she stays over and wears that long tee shirt with her nipples pointing through and her tiny bikini bottoms peeking out the bottom, you mean you never imagined the rest?"

I shocked myself as I realized I, too, had been checking her out. 

After a long pause, Alex said he did.

"Well, let me tell you, she looks fabulous. Great boobs, no make that unbelievably great boobs, ass that belongs in the booty Hall of Fame and, drum roll please, a totally shaved pussy. Getting the picture?"

Sean's penis stirred, so I knew he was getting the picture.

"You know she is like a tigress in bed."

"Alex, please, this is not helping."

"When we lived together, the sounds coming out of her room were wild. I bet she is multi-orgasmic. Think about that, Sean."

"Alex, I want to think about you. I want to think about us."

"What about us?" I asked.

"What do you think this would do to our relationship? Don't say nothing, because there will be some effect on us."

"I think we can handle it. I know you will be coming back to me. It's just a loan, Sean. Think of it that way."

"Okay, put aside for one second how this crazy idea would affect our relationship. What would it do to Donna?"

I was startled at that idea. I had only thought about what fun the two of them would have. I honestly never considered what would happen when Donna returned Sean to me. Would a week of carnal fun alleviate her horniness or make her depressed since it was with my boyfriend? Would she be more depressed because she didn't have a man of her own?

"Of course, if you want Donna and me to continue having a sexual relationship after the week, then there probably isn't a concern."

I looked at him for some sign that he was kidding. Sean returned my stare with a neutral look.

"Is that what you want?" I asked.

"Alex, I'm trying to get you to think this through. I doubt if I will agree to this crazy idea, but you need to be clear that you are opening Pandora's Box. As you know, once it's opened you can't put what's escaped back inside. And, think of this. Donna suggested that you and she could have gone and had sex with each other. What if she comes back and still wants to go to bed with you? Are you ready for that? Are you open to a three-some with her and me? Alex, there is a lot of shit to think about.

I hate when Sean is so damn logical. I did have to admit that he was raising serious questions. I still believed this would be the best way to help Donna and at the same time eradicate any prospect of her and me hooking up.

"Okay, can we just think about it for a while and not talk about it?" I asked.

"Agreed. But, while you are thinking, consider this. If Donna is as good as you say she is in bed, what if I like it a lot? What if I want more? I'm not saying that I will want it, but I'm a man and at times I think we look at sex differently from women. For us it's not always emotional; it is sometimes plain physical. It's man dominating a woman. It's man controlling a beautiful creature. That's sex, Alex. Raw sex. Think about that."

"Don't we have that—the raw sex part?" My doubts were growing like bacteria in a petri dish. 

"A few minutes ago we did, and I loved it. Most of the time I feel we are making love -- that we have something more than just sex. I always feel that you are giving yourself to me. Today, I felt you wanted something from me. I love both, but raw sex can be powerful and addicting. If Donna and I have a week of fucking each other silly, will either one of us just want to walk away from that? That's what I want you to think about. Plus, what happens if Donna and I make love. What if our fucking turns into something more? Alex, I'm trying to say there's a lot more involved than Donna and I having fun in bed for one week only."

I nodded my agreement. The lump in my stomach grew with every word Sean spoke

"Sure. We can take some time and think about it. What shall we do in the meantime?" I asked.

Sean leaned in and kissed my breast. A minute later his face was between my legs. He never minded giving me oral pleasure after we made love. As his tongue worked its magic, I wondered how Donna would appreciate this service. I wondered if Donna would do the same to me if the three of us had sex together.

Sean's lips encircled my clit and all images of Donna morphed into Sean as I flew along to my third orgasm of the day.

*** 

Monday morning descended with its usual fury. Sean and I rushed through our routines and were out the door before eight. It was not uncommon for both of us to work long into the evening. We met at a favorite local restaurant at eight-thirty for diner.

"Total bitch of a day," I said and ordered a vodka martini.

"We could compare notes on whose was worse," said Sean as he asked for a double scotch, "but there are never winners in that contest."

Our drinks arrived and we settled into a comfortable silence while the alcohol worked its way through to our brains. I could feel myself letting some of the tension go. 

We knew our waitress and chatted with her before placing our orders. After she brought us a plate of grilled flatbread with a ramekin of olive oil, I brought up the topic that weighed on me all day.

"Did you have a chance to think about my proposal?"

Sean drained his glass and signaled for another. "I would not be honest if I didn't say it crossed my mind."

"And?"

"Alex, I'm confused. I spent most of my thinking about whether this is really something you want or it is some test of my loyalty."

"Sean, I have no question about your loyalty to me or your love for me. That's rock solid. I've thought all day about this, so let me talk first.

"I think Donna needs something right now. I believe she is close to becoming depressed. She trusts you and likes you. I see how you two flirt. I know you like her and find her attractive. I'm not threatened by this. I also know that you can be a most charming and understanding man. I think that you are what Donna needs. As far as what happens after the week in Aruba, I believe that Donna will also see it for what it is. Hell, she was willing to have a one week fling with me and then return to us being friends. I bet she can do the same with you."

Sean played with his second glass, now half empty. "I still have a lot of misgivings, Alex. You talk about how Donna will handle our week together. I have questions about how you will handle it. It's nice to say you are not jealous, but can you deal with your best friend sucking my cock?"

I shut my eyes trying to rid my brain of the image he just created.

"Can you deal with me eating her out?"

I wanted to stuff the flatbread in my ears to shut out his voice.

"Maybe I'll take that 'Hall of Fame' ass you mentioned. Picture that, Alex. Donna bent over with me pounding her ass. Her screaming my name as I ram her."

"Stop, Sean, please."

"Alex, you are a romantic. I think you see this 'loan' as some noble gesture. I want you to understand it is simply setting your boyfriend up to fuck your best friend. But, I trust you so much that if you really want me to do it, I will. I just hope you really know what you're asking for."

Part of me wanted to take Sean home and lock him away and never even let him see Donna again. I thought of Donna and how sad she is. She needs this. I can deal with all the issues, I told myself. I resolved my inner conflict. Sean would go with her.

I sighed with relief. Amazed why I would be relieved that I just persuaded my boyfriend to have sex with my best friend, I prayed this was the right decision.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Alex. The one question that remains is if I'm allowed to enjoy the experience."

"You mean like keeping the shit-eating grin that's on your face now."

He tried to be serious, but his smile would not quit.

"All right, you can be happy, but don't overdo it."

The only hurdle remaining was convincing Donna to go along.

***

"No fucking way!" 

Donna sat next to me at our regular bar.

"Are you out of your fucking mind? Really, Alex, what are you smoking?"

"Donna, think about it. You and Sean get along so well. He's a good looking guy, you're a hot woman. He's really good in bed. What's the downside?"

Donna chugged her wine and ordered a refill

"Seriously, you think I am that fucking pathetic that I would steal my best friend's man. God, I really must seem like such a loser to you."

"Donna, you aren't stealing anything. It's a loan. You borrow Sean and then return him. Sure, he may have a few extra miles on him after the week, but there won't be any permanent damage."

Donna was ready to lash back and then caught herself. She said, "A few extra miles?" and then broke out laughing. I couldn't help but join her.

"So, it's a deal?" I asked.

Donna shook her head. "I must be crazy to even entertain such a fucked-up idea."

"At least you're entertaining it," I said. "And, you're saying fuck a lot."

"Oh, does that bother you?" she snapped. "How about this? If I agree to this insane suggestion then I will be fucking the shit out of your boyfriend? And, that is fucking with a capital 'F'. How the fuck do you like that?"

"I think it's fucking cool," I replied.

Our bartender, Susie, brought Donna's wine. I know she must have overheard the last part of the conversation. Smiling coyly, she asked us if we wanted anything else. I was red with embarrassment and said we were all set for now.

"Okay, well, good luck with whatever."

Donna drank some wine and stared, but could not keep a straight face. "If I didn't love you so much, I would probably scratch your eyes out for thinking I would stoop to accept such a bone you're throwing me. Really, Alex, have you thought this through?"

"That's exactly what Sean asked. The answer is yes, I have. And, since the two of you are so worried about me, I know that after the week we can go back to life as we know it."




High Interest Loan Ch. 01



"Alex, I hope so. I wonder if that's what will happen."

"So, you'll do it?" My heart was racing.

"Let's see, go to the fucking island alone and drink myself into oblivion every night, or take a handsome man who promises to try to make me forget Ricardo for a week. Hmm, think I'll take Door Number Two."

I pulled her to me and we hugged. I just loaned my boyfriend out for a week of sex and I was feeling good. Maybe I should be booking myself into a week of psychiatric help when they go on their trip?

Donna took her last sip of wine and turned to me. "So, how hung is Sean?"

I laughed. This was the Donna I knew. "Wouldn't call it a salami, but it sure works hard, lasts a long time and produces amazing results. And, it looks cute."

Donna grinned.

"Plus, he has the strongest tongue I've ever had."

Donna closed her mouth and swallowed hard. "Sorry, Ricardo, you're history."

We both laughed and left the bar arm in arm.

When I told Sean, I wasn't sure he was happy or not. Sitting on the couch in our apartment, I filled him in on most of my conversation with Donna.

"I didn't think she'd go for it," he said. "I guess we're really going to do this?"

"You don't want to?"

"I am only doing this because of you," he said seriously.

"My hero!" I exclaimed. "Sean, remember it's okay to say that you want to go with Donna. I get that it could be exciting. Hell, I was excited when she propositioned me."

"Yes, I'll do it," he said. "Seriously, though, it's because I love you, and we both love Donna. I still think it's the craziest idea I've ever heard."

"Great. Now the trip is two weeks away. I think I'm going to get my share of lovin' in while I can."

I lowered his zipper, extracted his penis and bowed my head to his lap. The immediate stiffness convinced me that Sean was thinking of me right now. When I finished with one last big swallow, Sean had a smile bigger than the one he showed while contemplating a week with Donna. I knew I had to give him something to keep him thinking of me.

Of course, the best laid plans, etc. I got my period during the week before they were to leave. Neither of us enjoys sex during my flow and it was especially heavy this time. Knowing my usual pattern, I figured it would end just about the time they were ripping each other's clothes off in Aruba.

"Great," I thought. "Instead of sending him off with my girlfriend all tired and sore, I'm going to say Bon Voyage as he carries a week's worth of ammo in his balls. Oh well, Donna can thank me later."

As the departure date approached, I helped Sean do some shopping. He soon had a new wardrobe of bathing suits, casual clothes and decent underwear.

Sean had loosened up after he agreed to the plan. That evening as we were unpacking our shopping bags, he held up the new underwear. 

"Do you really think I'll even need these?"

I punched him in the stomach and packed them in his bag. 

The one good thing about being work-a-holics was that both of us racked up lots of vacation time. Sean put in for the full week that he would be away with Donna, plus two days after the week that he wanted to spend with me upon their return. I then took the two same days off. 

Donna arrived on Saturday morning. We agreed that I would drive them to Logan Airport for their flight to Aruba. She arrived toting a small carry-on bag. I commented that she seemed to be traveling light.

"If you could see the size of my bikinis, you'd know why I can take a small bag." She smiled and then blushed. "Guess you didn't need to hear that."

"I guess it's better to imagine you in a bikini as opposed to showing off your pretty, bare butt to Sean."

She hugged me and whispered thank-you about the thousandth time since we agreed on this crazy idea. 

Sean came out of the bedroom wearing jeans, Timberland boots and a cotton pull-over sweater. He looked fabulous and I asked myself if I really knew what I was doing. I took in his sandy hair and brown eyes. He always had a half-smile that made you like him at first sight. He put in the time to keep himself fit and trim, but never overdid it. My stomach flipped as I contemplated a week without that toned body in our bed.

"Before we go," I announced. "There is one thing I insist on."

Sean and Donna focused on me.

"I want to see you two kiss."

They looked at each other and then back at me.

"Go ahead," I insisted. "I will be imagining things much worse than this. I think if I actually see you two kissing, I will be able to begin to place what you're doing in perspective."

Although that was true, I also knew that both of them were crazy nervous. Sean told me over and over again that he was worried about what I would think. Then, he confessed to having some "performance anxiety." This week was supposed to be about giving Donna a great sexual experience. What would happen, he said, if he couldn't perform or meet her expectations?

Donna had voiced similar anxieties. What if she was not good enough for Sean? Was she too fat? Would she snore? The list went on.

I figured if they shared a good kiss before they left, it would alleviate their anxiety over being sensuous and wondering what I thought. Also, it would be an ice-breaker. So, when they were alone in their room, it would not be the first time they kissed. 

"I'm waiting," I said.

Slowly, they moved together. Sean bent and placed his lips against Donna's. He lightly held her shoulders and she place her hands along his hips. They broke apart after no more than a second.

They turned to look at me. 

"Pathetic," I said with a scowl.

I pushed them apart and said, "Let me show you."

Sean puckered up. I brushed him aside and drew Donna into a clinch. I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her hard. She took in a deep breath and I slipped my tongue inside her mouth. Her eyes sprung open in shock. Next, I grabbed her butt and held her to me, as I pushed my pelvis into her. It took her a second and then she responded. I felt her tongue swirl around mine and could sense her hardened nipples against my chest. I raised one hand and took her breast. For the first time in my life, I was fondling a female breast. I could feel Donna's nipple stiffen and I pinched it. She gasped and that made me push my tongue deeper inside.

I broke the kiss and turned to Sean. I mashed my mouth to his and put my hand between his legs. I stroked the rapidly hardening penis and used my tongue with abandon. When I was sure he got the message, I stepped back.

"That, my two friends, is kissing. Now, show me you learned something."

Tearing their eyes from mine, Donna and Sean looked at each other. They crossed and embraced. I smiled as Sean's hands cupped Donna's butt and lifted her into him. She stood on tippy-toes as she kissed him hard. When her hand moved between them and I saw her grab his erection through his jeans, I felt both satisfaction and trepidation. He responded and felt her boob. It hit me that my boyfriend and best friend were hours away from being lovers. I pushed both of them in this direction and now I needed to deal with the emotional consequences.

After about a minute of moaning and groping I called time.

"Nice, I see you guys have got the hang of it. We'd better head out so you don't miss your plane and have to screw each other in the terminal."

I dropped them curbside and drove off. Driving away, I hoped I didn't crash into anyone as tears flowed down my cheeks. Arriving back in Cambridge, I flopped into bed, still wearing my down coat, and pulled the blankets over my head. I cried until I was dry and fell into a restless sleep.

My cell buzzed. Opening my bleary eyes I saw a text from Sean. They arrived safely and had just checked in. He said the room was fabulous. Isn't that just peachy, I thought. I stumbled into the kitchen and fixed a tall vodka and tonic. Sitting in front of the TV watching a college football game, I asked myself what the hell I had done.

Dinner that night was three more vodka tonics. I fell asleep in my clothes and woke up in the middle of the night cramped from my awkward position on the couch. In the bedroom I stripped bare and got under the covers. I looked at my cell. No new texts. I wondered how many times they had fucked by now. I made myself into a ball and wondered if this is how the entire week was going to be as I cried myself back to sleep.

*** 

Next morning, slightly hungover, I showered and dressed in a skirt, cotton turtleneck and cardigan sweater. I had decided to treat myself to brunch at the place where Donna and I always ate. Once again, I decided to walk and by the time I arrived my cheeks burned with the cold. I imagined my nose was giving Rudolph a run for his money. 

I pulled off my knit cap and fluffed out my hair. As the hostess greeted me, I blew my nose and unzipped my coat.

"Regular table, Alex?"

"Please, but it will be just me?"

"Oh, where's Donna?"

"Sucking my boyfriend's dick," was the first thing to pop into my mind, but instead I said, "on vacation." 

"Must be nice. I hope it's somewhere hot," she said as she led me among the tables.

"Yeah, hot like in a bitch in heat," I thought. I shook my head and told myself to stop being so weird. 

I sat and pretended to look at the menu as I awaited my Bloody Mary. I unbuttoned my cardigan and slid it off as the heat in the restaurant warmed my body. I was draping it on the back of my chair when I heard my name being called.

"Alex!"

I looked up and almost screamed. The last person in the world I expected to see stood next to the table. The odds of her appearance were too great to calculate. We would run into each other from time to time, but what the hell was she doing here? And now?

"Beth," I said, "what a nice surprise."

"Come, give me a hug, girl."

Slowly I stood and we embraced. I noticed that her breasts did not feel any bigger than mine. I also noticed that they did not seem to be confined to a bra. I now regretted not wearing one myself as I could feel our nipples brush against each other.

"Are you expecting someone?" she asked, continuing to hold my hand.

"No, join me?"

"I don't want to impose."

"You won't be. I'd enjoy the company." I asked myself when I got to be such a good liar.

I looked at Beth Hughes, my supposed lesbian lover from college. I recalled how we were called the "Blondie Twins." Beth is only an inch shorter than my six feet. Our blond hair is almost the same shade as are our blue eyes. We used to keep our hair styled to the same mid-back length. Now, we each wore it short. I parted mine while hers was swept back and lightly held in place with gel. She looked totally beautiful and, for the first time I admitted, totally sexy.

"God, what's it been? Almost a year?" she said.

I nodded. "I think the last time was at Harvey Green's non-Christmas party." She laughed. 

Harvey was one of our college buddies who also worked in Boston. He was "Jewish to the core", as he liked to say, or after a few drinks, he was "Jewish to the tip of my circumcised cock." Every year he threw a party around Christmas time since a lot of our friends would be in town. Of course, he would never call it a Christmas party. No matter the name, it was always fun and a great opportunity to catch up with friends.

"Still seeing that handsome man? Sean, is it?"

"Definitely. Been over two years now."

"Great. He seems really nice."

I smiled and thought about where he was now. "Yes, he's great."

"Where is he?"

"What? What does that mean?"

Beth seemed surprised at the ferocity of my reaction. "Alex, I mean nothing by it. I was wondering why he wasn't with you today. I mean you're dining alone."

"Oh, yeah, sorry. He's, uh, he's out of town."

Beth nodded, but she looked like she didn't buy my story.

Our waitress came. She asked about Donna. 

"Oh, she's uh, she's out of town."

Beth's blue eyes bore into mine.

She ordered a Champagne cocktail and we both opted for Eggs Benedict.

Beth was wearing a pale pink v-neck sweater that looked like Cashmere—expensive and soft Cashmere. Underneath I could see the top of a silk teddy. Her nipples pushed out from the soft fabrics. I wondered if I had ever noticed her nipples before. On the bottom, she had skinny jeans tucked into expensive looking leather calf-length boots. Before when she turned to put her fur-lined parka on the back of her chair, I noticed how attractive her rear looked in the jeans.

We spent the next ten minutes catching each other up on our lives. Beth was now a senior editor at a top publishing house. She described how fast the industry was changing and the effect that e-publishing was having.

"I should have finished my novel before now," she said. "I would have had the opportunity to make a lot more money."

"Novel?" I asked. "Can you tell me about it?"

Beth blushed. "Well, it takes place in a college. Sort of a coming of age story about two girls."

"Coming of age?"

"Yes, sexually coming of age," she said and smiled.

"Oh, so they're..."

"Lesbians?"

I nodded.

"Yes. It sounds so 2008, doesn't it?"

We laughed. We graduated in that year.

"So, would I recognize the college or any of the characters?"

Just then our meals arrived. We each ordered another drink. The next few minutes were occupied with eating and agreeing on how good the food was. After our drinks appeared, Beth reached out and touched the back of my hand.

"I think you'd recognize the college, for sure," she said and giggled. "And, you might see some characters that have a certain resemblance to people we know."

"Oh, do tell."

I ate a bite of eggs and watched as Beth dabbed her mouth with the corner of her napkin. I never realized how full and luscious her lips were.

"Our female protagonist is a tall, slim blond. She's extraordinarily beautiful and smart, but shy and socially awkward. At the beginning of the novel, she's a virgin. We follow her journey and witness her growing awareness of the joy of Sapphic love. She is pursued by a fellow classmate only too eager to show her the path."

Raising an eyebrow, I said, "Sapphic?"

"Yes, you know women loving women." Beth folded her napkin and placed it next to her plate. I could see a slight blush on her cheeks. Beth knew I understood what "Sapphic" meant, but I think she wanted to provoke me.

"Does this protagonist have a name?"

Beth smiled showing her perfect white teeth outlined by deep pink-shaded lips. "Her name is Lexi."

"And the person who is pursuing her in this proposed Sapphic relationship?"

"That would be the lovely and beautiful Liz."

I drank some Bloody Mary, collecting my thoughts. My pulse was racing.

"Would Liz be anything like a tall blond, blue eyes, small breasts and long legs?"

"Yes, but her breasts are not that small, at least in the book," she smiled and thrust her chest out ever so slightly. "It's fiction, you know. And, they are topped by delicious, dark and thick nipples."

I flashed back on the time we swam nude. Even though I did not think I was admiring her breasts back then, I could now recall them in exquisite detail. My mind zeroed in on the nipples that extended from the tight flesh of her breasts. They were indeed dark and thick. I couldn't comment if they were delicious, but the thought made me warm. I looked at Beth's sweater to see the pronounced imprint on each side of her chest.

Our waitress stopped and quickly left as she took in the looks heating up the air between Beth and me.

"Did you tell people we were lovers?"

Beth licked her lips and smiled. "We're not talking about my book now, are we?"

"No. Did you?"

"When?"

"In college."

"No, never. I told people how beautiful you looked when we swam naked. I might have intimated that there were things I would love to do to that body. I wanted you as my lover, Alex. Let's make that present tense as well. I was quite a love-sick cow over you. Unfortunately, you never saw that did you?"

I shook my head. "I just learned you were gay a couple weeks ago. I had no clue back then, obviously."

"I know. I think that's what made you so fucking attractive. I wanted to be the one to take you first. Have you ever made that move?"

Playing with my fork, I looked out the window to see snowflakes covering the bare trees. "I have only been with men."

"I can understand and Sean seems special," she said. "Of course, women are different in so many ways. These ways, Alex, are something I would be willing to show you."

My face burned. Although my mind fought my emotions, there was no denying I was enjoying the seduction. Who doesn't like being seduced? A beautiful woman was coming on to me and I liked the attention. The pressure building between my legs and the hardness of my nipples were sure signs I was also turned on.

Beth captured my index finger with hers. I admired her long fingers and immaculate manicure. For a second, I imagined them exploring deep, dark, damp places. "No rush, Alex, just something to think on. Of course, with Sean being, what was it, out of town, we might think about what could happen while he's away. Just a thought on a cold, lonely day."

I smiled and pulled my finger away. 

"Beth, it's good to see you, but I don't think we'll ever be more than friends."

Beth touched her neck above the top of her teddy. "I value our friendship and am happy to think we can continue as friends. The other is just a whimsy. Something to think about when you're alone at night and are wishing there was someone warm and soft next to you. Someone who knows what women like and who loves to give a woman something no man could ever give her. No more than a thought, Beth. Call it a fanciful daydream. Just a dream with soft, warm flesh pressing against soft, warm flesh. Beautiful breast touching beautiful breast. But, I need not go on, do I?"

A vision of a naked Beth in my arms, her long body tight to mine, the exotic fragrance filling my nose while her elegant fingers plucked at my nipples made me close my eyes with repressed desire. A thought of her short blond hair nestled between my legs, her blue eyes locked on mine as her long tongue explored my most intimate place unsettled me.

"Are you all right, Alex? You look pale all of a sudden."

I opened my eyes and tried to smile. "I'm fine. I think my cramps are letting me know they have no plans to leave soon."

She nodded. 

"Alex, before when I asked about Sean, you said he was out of town."

I nodded.

"When the waitress asked about Donna, you said the same thing. I noticed, however, that you evidenced some discomfort. Wondering why?"

I had forgotten how smart Beth was. She was a psych major who preferred working in the literary world instead of the clinical one. She appears never to have lost her skill at insight. I must have shown too much before.

"No reason. Cramps, I suppose."

Beth nodded and smiled. "Of course."

Desperate to change the direction of the conversation, I said, "That's a beautiful sweater. Cashmere, I suppose."

Beth looked down. "Yes, I must admit I splurged on it. Cost a damn fortune, but it's so soft I couldn't pass it up. The only problem is it tends to show everything."

She ran her finger over the point of a nipple pushing against the front. The sharp point seemed to grow as I watched.

"You could always wear a bra," I said kiddingly.

"Where's the fun in that," she answered and touched her other nipple at the same time. "Besides, you shouldn't be telling me about bras." She looked at my shirt and how my nipples were clearly visible under the cotton.

"I, uh, wore a sweater here," I stammered.

"Of course, but you're not wearing it now, are you?"

I fought the temptation to cross my arms over my chest. If she wanted to look, let her damn well look. If it turned her on, she deserved it for trying to make me uncomfortable. She could damn well remain turned on and frustrated.




High Interest Loan Ch. 01



Our waitress came and we ordered coffees. After we fixed them, Beth looked out at the heavy flakes that were now accumulating.

"Could be our first storm of the season," she said.

"I kinda like the first couple. Everything looks peaceful and beautiful covered in white," I answered.

"You must come see my new condo," she said as her eyes lit up. "It overlooks the Public Garden. I bet it will be spectacular with this snowfall."

"Sometime, sure."

"Are you busy today?"

I was not quick enough to come up with a plausible excuse. Telling Beth I had planned to go home, strip and make myself cum while imagining her naked body probably wasn't the best thing to say.

"Let's finish and we'll cab over. You're going to love it."

We paid and asked the hostess to call a cab. It arrived and we bundled in the back. She gave an address I recognized as just off Tremont St. 

"Do you live in that high rise?"

"Yes." After a pause, she added, "Daddy bought it for me."

Back in college I recalled hearing that Beth's family had wealth. That was not usual for our school, but I now assume that her family must have a lot of wealth. Condos at that address start at seven figures and then go up as the floors rise.

It was now snowing hard as we ran from the cab to the front door. The doorman welcomed us and Beth checked at the desk for messages. She led me to the elevators and pushed 34. I thought this meant we were talking multiple millions, since the building only had 35 floors. We quietly and quickly ascended the 300 plus feet in seconds. Beth led the way to a double wooden door and punched in a security code. After a soft click, she opened one door and motioned me in. I felt her move behind me and disarm the security system and then reset the system. She pushed a button on a wall panel and the drapes at the far end of the room started to open.

Taking my by the elbow, Beth escorted me to the floor to ceiling windows. As long as I had been in Boston, I had never experienced such an awe-inspiring view. We looked over the snow-covered Garden and Commons out toward Boston Harbor. The snow clung to the trees and lawn areas while leaving the paved paths bare, the dark and white creating an abstract pattern. We watched in silence, disconnected from the sounds of traffic we viewed as toy vehicles moving along Tremont and Boylston Streets.

Beth touched my back, just above the band of my skirt. "You like?"

I turned my head to her and said, "Beautiful. Magical, actually."

"Care for some champagne?"

Although I knew she was still trying to seduce me, I was enjoying the comfort of both the room and her presence.

"Love it," I said. Beth leaned in and kissed my cheek and let her hand drop, caressing my bottom as she did so. I thought I would just have to throw my panties out when I got home. I doubted if they would be salvageable.

On her way to the kitchen she flipped a switch and the gas fireplace lit up. In addition to the warmth, the flickering yellow light cast delicate shadows around the simply and tastefully appointed room. I pulled off my down coat and held it over my crossed arms. Continuing to look out the window, I sensed Beth next to me.

"Trade you," she said as she offered a flute. I took it and she relieved me of my coat. Putting it in a closet next to the double entry way, Beth walked back toward me. I smiled as her hips moved smoothly in her jeans. Along the way, she picked up her flute and raised it in a toast.

"What did you and Donna always say?" she asked. "Something about good luck and sex."

"To good health, good friends, good fortune and good sex—not always in that order," I replied. 

"Yes, that's it." She tilted the flute toward me and we clinked rims. I'm not a connoisseur on wine, but I knew what we were drinking was the smoothest bubbly I've ever tasted. I wanted to smack my lips, it was that good.

"I like the part about not always being in that order," she said and touched my arm. "Sometimes I find that the last is good to have first."

"Sometimes," I said and sipped my champagne.

We looked out as the snow swirled and would obscure my view and then suddenly clear. I wished I was having clarity in another way as I inhaled Beth's expensive perfume. I jumped slightly as Beth slipped her arm around my waist. It felt good to be close to another body as I was missing both my lover and best friend.

I found my hand moving to her and I held her waist.

My fingers played along the hem of her sweater.

"God, this is soft," I said as I moved my hand back and forth and moved up her back unobstructed by a bra.

"It feels so good while wearing it," she purred. Yes, she purred.

"Try it on."

"Oh, I couldn't," I managed to say.

"Really, you must." Beth drew the sweater up and off. Her breasts practically burst from the silk of her teddy. I wanted to look away, but I was slow to do so. Beth smiled and pulled the sweater right side out.

"Maybe I should go to the bathroom to change," I said softly.

"Alex, we are over three hundred feet above the street. No one will be able to see you."

"You will."

"True, but I have seen your breasts before, as I recall." Beth grinned and added, "And, I certainly do recall from time to time."

I laughed and figured what the hell. Two can play this game. If you want to tease, I can tease, too.

I shed my cardigan and quickly pulled my turtleneck off and stood facing Beth naked from the waist up.

A hungry look crossed her face and I felt scared I had gone too far. 

"My god, Alex, you are beautiful."

"As are you," I said. "Of course, I'm the only one topless." I couldn't believe that I had just challenged her.

"Easy to remedy," Beth said and she set the sweater on the arm of a chair and pulled the teddy off. Her breasts reflected the diffused light from the outside. Their smooth, white flesh provided a perfect canvas for her small nipples, now pushing out at least a half inch.

"We seem to be similar in how they look," she said appraising my chest.

"Twin Blondies," I said and giggled.

"I hated that nickname," she said. "Except, that if people thought I looked nearly as good and sexy as you, then I could live with it."

The silence between us was practically a physical sensation. Our eyes would shift from staring at each other to glancing at our naked breasts. "Maybe, I should try that sweater now."

"Of course," she said and handed it to me. At the same time she took my cotton shirt away. I pulled the v-neck over my head nearly swooning with the overpowering scent of her clinging to the soft wool.

The delicate fabric moved across my nipples and making both my mind and pussy react. I had closed my eyes and just let the sensations on my breasts occupy my consciousness.

"Feels good, yes?"

"I never felt anything this soft," I said. I ran my hands from my naval up to and then over my breasts. I gasped with the feeling.

"I see you have the same result I experienced," said Beth. As if in slow motion, I watched her hand move toward my chest. Time stood still and then I felt her fingers brush against my left nipple. I fought the orgasm lurking between my legs.

Beth closed the narrow distance between us, put her hand behind my neck and drew my face to hers. Everything in my conscience told me to break free. In this case, my conscience was overridden by my desire. I pursed my lips.

As we kissed, I was made weak by the softness of her lips and the wonderful fragrance filling my nostrils. I knew I should end this now, when her tongue touched my lips. I let my own tongue slip out to touch the tip of hers. Slowly, she pushed until her tongue was inside. 

Beth pinched the nipple she had been fondling through the Cashmere. I now kissed her hard and my hand moved to her naked left breast. The nipple felt like hard rubber against the pad of my index finger. I added my thumb and rolled her nipple. Beth's tongue moved slowly through my mouth tasting every cranny. My tongue darted back and forth to hers.

Beth broke the kiss and took a half step back. In a smooth move, she pulled the sweater off me and tossed it on the floor. Moving back in, she pulled me so that our nipples brushed each other. Our kissing became more aggressive and her hands took hold of my rear and pulled me to her groin. She pulled up my skirt until it bunched at my waist. Beth cupped my butt, clad in small boy shorts, as her leg snaked between my legs.

I threw my head back as my sexual senses went into overdrive. Beth began kissing and licking my neck. With excruciating slowness Beth moved her head down until she latched onto a nipple. I felt my super-sensitive bud being sucked into her mouth where her tongue tortured it. With her hands pulling me, I ground my pussy against her thigh between my legs. Her hands moved under the waistband of my undies and caressed my naked flesh. Lurking in the near background was an orgasm that I both wanted and feared. As if it had a will of its own, my pussy rubbed along her firm thigh. I could feel the seam along the side of her jeans as it moved against my clit, pushing my underwear into my cleft. Balancing on the edge of a massive orgasm, I thought about pulling away. Beth bit softly on my nipple and pulled my butt so that my pussy was thrust against her thigh. I lost my balance fell over the edge, hurtling fast into the abyss. I cried out in pleasure and my body shook.

As the spasms of my orgasm began to slowly abate, I turned my head and saw our reflection in the window. My heart stopped.

I saw two women having sex. Realizing that I was one of the two was like a bucket of ice water pouring over my body.

"I...I can't," I said and stepped out of her embrace. Shaking my head as my skirt fell into place, I kept backing up until I tripped into the oversized couch. Falling onto my back, I struggled to sit up. I sunk my head into my hands and broke down. My sobs echoed in the high-ceiling room.

I could not even catch my breath as my crying wracked my body. I could feel Beth next to me and then her arm was around my shoulder. She pulled and I resisted.

"Alex, darling, let me hold you."

I had no will to resist. We fell back against the couch and Beth entwined both arms around me. My energy dissipated and I found myself collapsing with my head landing in her lap. She stroked my hair and offered reassuring words. I cried and noticed her jeans were getting soaked with my tears.

Beth moved and then I felt a blanket fall over my naked upper body. Eventually I gained some control and stopped bawling. Beth continued to rub and comfort me.

"Want to tell me about it?" she asked.

"What?"

"Whatever has you so distraught? Alex, honestly, I did want to seduce you. I never wanted you to fall to pieces. There's something else going on. I'm a very good listener and have occasionally been known to offer some semi-decent advice."

One side of my mind screamed to keep my mouth shut. The burning in my gut said I needed to talk to someone. It may be ironic that the one person available is the one who was seducing me just a minute ago. Of course, I knew that you can only be seduced if you want to be. Part of my dilemma was why I allowed myself to be in this position. I was half naked and being held by a half-naked woman. 

"Beth, I don't know where to start," I said, still sniffling. 

Beth reached behind her and handed me a box of tissues. I turned my head to look up and was staring at her still hard nipples no more than an inch from my face. I took the tissues and turned away before I took her breast into my mouth.

"Alex, why don't you start by telling me what's going on with Sean and Donna?"

Yes, I wanted to talk about what I had done. My fear that I set in motion the end of my love with both Sean and Donna was rendering me into a blubbering mess.

"I think I destroyed my life," I said.

Beth chuckled. "I think I'll need a few more details. How about I get us something to drink."

I nodded and sat up. "Maybe we should put our tops back on."

Beth looked at my breasts. "If you insist." She softened that statement with a genuine, kind smile. She walked over and grabbed our tops. Tossing me the cashmere she pulled on my turtleneck. She took the two flutes and returned with them filled.

We sat at either end of the couch. I took a long sip, a deep breath and willed my lips to speak. I hoped the words that emerged would not be ones that led to my total despair.

*

(End of chapter one. A BIG thank you to HystLit for editing this story. Believe me any errors you find are 100% mine. 

I promise to have chapter two posted soon, that's assuming you want to know what happens to Alex, Sean, Donna and Beth. If you would like to email me, you can use the Contact feature on my page on Literotica. I promise to answer every email. ) 



High Interest Loan Ch. 02



Although the outside temperature in Boston was dropping, the heat in the apartment was still high. I had just experienced an orgasm with a woman for the first time. Tall, blond and beautiful, Beth's presence dominated the room. To add to my emotional overload, I had promised to tell her what I had done to set off this chain of events. I took a deep breath and tried to compose this story in my mind. That was going to be difficult because my mind was little more than mush. I looked at her and just plunged in.

Beth sat at one end of her soft leather couch and I occupied the other. I was still flushed from the feeling of her mouth on my breast. Recalling how her soft lips and wet tongue pleasured my nipple made me shiver. Recalling how I rubbed myself to orgasm against her thigh made me burn with both desire and embarrassment. I took another sip of the champagne.

Beth sat still and waited for me to speak. I had told her I destroyed my life and I now wondered if I were being overly dramatic or if it was a prophecy. For about the zillionth time since Sean and Donna walked into the airport, my mind conjured images of the two of them naked and doing every sort of wanton sexual act. What possessed me to push them together was no longer clear. To say it seemed like a good idea at the time now seemed lame beyond belief. 

I finished the bubbly wine and drew a deep breath. Could I tell Beth these secrets I held? Should I trust her? We were friends in college and saw each other socially over the years since then, but we had never bared our souls to each other. I thought I also had never bared my breast for her to suck before, either. Besides, she admitted she wanted to seduce me. The truth is she came damn close and I was not sure I would make it out of her condo without having my first full sexual encounter with a woman. As the soft cashmere of Beth's sweater brushed against my bare nipples, I thought maybe it could be something worth experiencing.

"Beth," I said softly, "I think I got a little carried away before."

Her face darkened. 

"No, not about the, you know...kissing and stuff. "

She smiled, "And stuff?"

"Yeah, well, I meant about saying I ruined my life."

"Alex, you said you 'destroyed' your life. That sounds drastic. Look, I know you're probably wondering why you should bare your heart—so to speak—to me. I understand. But, Alex, I'm here, I care about you and I am a good listener. I get the feeling you need to talk and, honestly, who else do you have?"

Thinking that the two people I could always talk with were probably fucking each other right now, I admitted to myself that Beth was right.

"Donna and Sean are in Aruba together. It is for a week of high intensity sex. And, I made them do it."

"Holy crap, Alex. We need a lot more champagne to get into this." Beth got up and walked to the kitchen. I admired her rear in the tight jeans. I urged myself to get a grip. Then, I smiled as I thought of how much I would enjoy gripping that ass.

Beth returned with a wine bucket filled with ice and another bottle of champagne. She undid the cork and the soft pop made my tummy do a happy flip. Leaning in she refilled my glass as well as my nose with her seductive scent.

"So, dear straight Alex, how the hell did you get yourself into this twisted mess?"

I laughed and shook my head. Fortifying myself with half the glass in one gulp, I poured out the details of the last couple weeks. As I spoke with my legs pulled up on the couch, Beth smiled, nodded and occasionally touched my knee in support.

"Wow, that's the most fucked-up thing I ever heard." She laughed and touched my leg again. "What were you thinking? I don't mean that you were being stupid. I mean what did you want the outcome to be? What was your purpose?"

"I wish I had a good answer to that, Beth. I wanted Donna to have a good time on her trip."

Beth arched one eyebrow and I understood how dumb that statement now seemed.

"Well, I love Donna. She is my best friend. Really, more like a sister than my own family. I wanted her to feel good about herself. She was in a funk over her love life."

"You know she's in love with you," said Beth.

"Was in love," I offered as a correction.

"Don't be too sure about that, Alex. So, she finally told you?"

I explained how we discussed that she thought that Beth and I had sex. Donna revealed that she was hurt because she was in love with me back then and thought I had chosen Beth over her.

"I don't think she ever put out that torch," Beth said. "Did she tell you about her and me?"

I almost crushed the crystal flute I was holding. "You and Donna?"

"Yes, maybe I shouldn't say any more."

"Maybe I should strangle you until you do," I said.

Beth let out a sexy laugh. "That could be fun. You know they say that partial asphyxiation during sex makes for a huge orgasm."

"Just tell me, Beth. What happened between the two of you?"

"Well, it was some time after that weekend you and I had in Florida when we went skinny dipping. Donna was all worked up thinking that you and I slept together."

"I bet she just created that idea out of nothing."

Beth blushed. "I might have hinted that more happened than actually did, but I never came out and said to anyone that we had sex. Honest. Anyway, Donna sorta flipped out. She kept asking me about you and what it was like. I didn't say anything, because there was nothing to say. I told her she should ask you if she really wanted to know what happened. I gather she never did."

I shook my head.

"Well, second semester senior year, we all were like skating along. None of us had any hard courses, as you will recall, and there was always time for fun. I think you had to go home for a weekend, some family deal. Donna and I went out with a bunch of our friends and drank ourselves silly. Back at my dorm, she asked if she could come in. We were flirting a bit and I figured what the hell, Donna is hot. So, we went into my room."

Beth refilled her glass and took a sip. She put the glass on the end table and stretched out her long legs. "Give me a hand?"

She put one foot on top of my skirt and stopped between my legs, coming within an inch of my crotch. "These boots are so damned hard to get off, could you help?"

"Help you get off?" I said and grinned.

"Good one, Alex. I didn't think you had it in you to kid like that."

"Neither did I. Maybe I have other surprises as well," I said.

"One could only hope," Beth said and wiggled her boot.

I pulled her leg from my lap and held her boot while she wrenched her foot free. I then helped her with the other one. She extended her legs and they came to rest in my lap.

"Foot massage?" she asked.

"You are such a tease, Beth. Really, get a grip."

We both giggled. Beth picked up her glass and re-started her story. She did, however, keep her feet in my lap and I gave in, pulled off her socks to reveal her pedicured toes in a light green polish and began to slowly rub them while Beth continued her story. 

"So, there we were drunk and horny about to go into my room. Well, as soon as the door closed we were all over each other. Alex, seriously, do you want to hear this?"

"I think you can skip the play by play. Did you two screw each other?"

Beth smiled. "If you mean did we get naked, eat each other out and have a lot of orgasms, then that would be yes. And, let me tell you, Donna is great. Of course, she has a body to die for. I mean -- her boobs. Oh my god. I didn't think boobs like that existed in the real world. Even now I get wet thinking about them."

"Uh, thanks, Beth, I think I have a clear picture now. Was that the only time?"

"In college, yes. You returned and she was back to holding her secret crush while being your best friend. Looking back, I see that it must have been tough for her."

I let all this sink in. In the course of a few short weeks, I learned that Beth was gay and had a big crush on me. Donna confessed she was bi and also had a crush on me. To add to the mess I sent Donna off to have sex with my boyfriend. I also focused on the random, but frequent, lustful thoughts about Donna. Now, I was having lustful thoughts about Beth. My mind was spinning from all of this and from the many glasses of champagne.

"Beth, you just said that weekend was the only time you had sex with Donna in college. Have you guys hooked up since?"

"A few times. As I said, she is fantastic in bed. And, did I mention her boobs?" Beth flashed a coy smile.

"Beth, it's like a fog has lifted and I'm seeing my life clearly for the first time. I never suspected any of this was happening. I only knew about Donna's abysmal luck with men. Am I that naïve not to have known about all this other stuff?"

Beth rubbed her heels on my thighs. "Alex, you are about the most open and trusting woman I know. This quality makes you attractive. People like you because there is so little pretense. Well, that and the fact you are gorgeous. I guess openness comes with a price, though. You only see the bright side of life, not some of the darkness. Most of us have this dark side. I think it makes our lives more thrilling."

Did I have a dark side? Was there some unrecognized desire behind my pushing Donna and Sean together? Could I really let myself go and let these buried sexual urges see the light of day? I wanted to think this through, but my mind was crammed full with processing everything Beth just told me.

"Why do you think Donna hit on you? You two never gave off any vibes that you were hot for each other," I asked her as her feet made my thighs begin to tingle.

Beth laughed out loud. "Alex, what did you say they called us back then? Twin Blondies! I think Donna felt if she couldn't have you, she'd take someone who looked like you. I wasn't insulted. As I said, I find Donna sexy. At least she never called your name out when she came. I was spared that indignity, but I'm sure that was what she was thinking."

Just as I was envisioning my life in a new light, I began to understand Donna better than I had before. Beth was bringing a new level of awareness to my sheltered existence.

My hands continued to rub her feet causing an occasional cooing sound from Beth. "I couldn't persuade you to do my legs, could I?"

"Those jeans are not too conducive to rubbing," I countered hoping to get her off track.

"They're clothes, Alex. They go on and come off."

I stared as her hands undid the snap at her waist and eased her zipper down. She propped up on her elbows, hiked her butt off the cushions and managed to move the jeans past her hips.

"A little help would be appreciated," she pleaded.

I pulled her cuffs and slowly the jeans descended revealing her long, lean legs. With her feet free, I held her jeans in my hands, frozen in place as I stared at her tiny pink bikini bottoms. Beth shuffled her feet on my lap and I got the message. 

Slowly I began to stroke her legs. Beth rolled onto her tummy so I had access to the back of her legs. As my hands glided over her calves, I marveled at the muscle tone under the smooth skin. 

"You know this isn't going to work," I said as I worked the muscle in one thigh.

"What's not going to work?" Beth replied in a soft voice.

"Thinking that you can seduce me this way." My hand found the inside of her thigh as her legs parted slightly.

"Really?" she cooed. "Well, you pulled off my pants, you're running your hands all over my bare skin and you are lusting after my sweet little butt."

I laughed and slapped her tiny rear end. My pussy clenched as the skin on the taut muscle rippled seductively under my fingers.

"I am not lusting," I tried to say with conviction.

"You're staring at it," she said. "Touching it and thinking about smacking it again, which I wouldn't object to. And, I bet you were mentally comparing it to your own. It's okay, Alex, I've done the same thing. I think they are remarkably alike. I would give yours a ten and mine a nine-point-five."

I ran my hand up and over her semi-exposed cheek. "Maybe, if it weren't for this cellulite."

Beth spun her head around to try to look at where my hand rested. She caught the sparkle in my eyes and then laughed. "Good one, Alex. You almost had me."

Laughing, I said, "Oh, I did have you."

Beth said, "Don't I wish."

My hand froze in place on top of her small behind. She flexed her buns and I had to work hard not to bend over and kiss the exposed flesh. My rational mind was screaming at me to stop touching her. The sex-controlled center of my brain was urging my fingers to ease under the thin pink fabric and enjoy the feeling of her bare flesh. Was I finally letting the dark side sex monster loose?

"Beth, I'm going to stop now," I managed to say when I found my voice. "I do not want to get sexually involved with you."

"More involved than having an orgasm on my leg?"

"Shit," I said. "That was not supposed to happen."

Beth shifted around and sat up. Her legs were still spread and I could see a dark spot on her pink underwear.

"Really? So you think rubbing your pussy hard against my leg while letting me suck your nipple would not result in orgasm? Interesting concept, Alex. What did you think would happen?"

"God, I don't know. Beth, I am so confused right now. Please don't tempt me anymore. I need to think."

Beth stared at me for a long time. I tried to interpret what was going on behind her blue eyes. The only result was that I felt she was stripping my soul naked with her intense gaze. As I squirmed uncomfortably on the couch, Beth blinked. Letting out a deep breath, she closed her legs.

"You are exasperating, Alex. I am so freaking turned on right now as you can see." She ran her fingers along her mound and the growing dark spot. As her finger moved up and down, the lips of her pussy spread to allow the damp underwear to stick and outline her aroused sex.

"I want to have sex and you want to think! Now is the time not to think. Now is the time to act. We both are excited, let yourself go. I promise you it will be awesome."

Tears began to roll down my cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Beth. I shouldn't have come here. I'm going to leave."

"God, now you're crying. I can't deal with you crying, Alex. Listen, I'll put on some clothes. Then I am coming back and we are going to have the talk that you have been avoiding. As much as I want to fuck you, I also want to be your friend. I think right now you need the friend part more than the other...unfortunately."

Beth went to her room. I finished my drink and poured some more champagne into my flute. When she returned, Beth wore sweatpants and a bulky sweater. She tossed my shirt on top of the table and sat on the opposite side of the couch, each of us curled our legs underneath.

"Okay, girl, let's talk. What's your biggest fear?"

I played with the champagne glass and watched the bubbles float to the surface. It was the bubbles that gave the wine its unique texture and flavor. The turbulence caused by the fermentation enables champagne to stand apart from all other wines. My mind tried to understand if the turbulence in my life would end up creating a magical sensation or leave me flat on the ground separated from the man I love.

"I don't want to lose Sean."

"Do you think that might happen?"

"I don't know. When I convinced him to go with Donna, I think I imagined that it could be an experience that would be contained within the week and isolated to the island."

Beth moved closer and touched my shoulder. "What is making you have second thoughts?"

"I keep imagining them having this wild sexual adventure."

"Isn't that the whole idea of this thing?"

"I guess, but what if Sean really likes it?"

"Of course, he's going to like it. Hell, I liked it with Donna. Oops, forget I said that."

"See, that's what I mean. Donna is hot. Anyone would love getting her in bed."

"Including you?" Beth touched my arm as she spoke.

"What? No, I mean she's my best friend."

"So you have never fantasized about having sex with her? The thought never crossed your mind?"

"Beth, I'm straight." As soon as the words left my lips, I thought they lacked conviction.

"Alex, you live a straight life, I'll grant you that. But, I believe that our sexuality is not necessary a fixed point. Have you ever heard of fluidity?"

I shook my head.

"It's a topic discussed a lot in the LGBT community. Some said it's all bullshit and others say it helps people better understand themselves. Some years ago, a woman named Lisa Diamond wrote a book called 'Sexual Fluidity: Understanding Women's Love and Desire.' Alex, it is really controversial, but I think it rings true. The way I see it is some people believe that we all are born with our sexual orientation and it's fixed. To me, sexual orientation develops across a lifetime. Individuals maybe become aware at different points in their lives that they are heterosexual, gay, lesbian, or bisexual. 

"In its simplest form, fluidity means our sexuality is a sliding scale. On one side, for example, is a One. A One is totally straight, heterosexual. On the other side is a Six. A Six person would be totally gay. The theory is that many, maybe most, of us are somewhere between the two fixed ends and can move back and forth along the line to different points. It appears that women are more likely to experience this than men."

"Sounds kinda like New Age crap."

Beth smiled and took my hand. "Could be, but it does help explain how a beautiful, sexual woman who always believed she was straight could be having thoughts about women."

"I never had those thoughts before."

"Maybe you never let them fully come into your consciousness," she said. "When you were in college, did you never wonder what it might be like to have sex with someone as erotic as Donna?"

"I don't think so," I said.

"Never? Never one time did you touch yourself and have an image of Donna in your mind?"

My breathing became shaky. I did recall a number of times listening to Donna have sex in the next room while wondering what it would feel like to experience that type of passion. I also recalled masturbating to an image of a naked Donna having sex. 

"I can see by your face that maybe there was something there. It's okay to admit it. You had an attraction to Donna on some level. Sure, you never admitted to it, never acted on it, but it was and, probably, is still there."

"Hey, we all have sexy thoughts. It doesn't mean we will act on them. They're called fantasies, Beth."

"True, but you pushed her and Sean together. What do you think that means?"

"Damn it, Beth, that's what I'm trying to figure out. I thought you wanted to help me."

"I do and I think I am. Remember a minute ago I said Donna hit on me because I reminded her of you?"

I nodded.

"Well, I think part of your motivation was that you wanted Sean to have sex with Donna because it would be the closest thing to you having sex with her. Your man would be screwing her. In your mind, you could see the connection. You could replace Sean and in your dreams be the one taking her to bed."

"That's crazy," I said.

"Is it?"

"Yes. I'm messed up because I'm afraid Donna will somehow make Sean want her over me. You said she is really good with a woman and I used to hear her screwing in our apartment. I think she's really good with a guy too. So, Sean may never want to go back to the way things were. I might have lost him."

"Alex, first, you're blocking out what you might feel sexually about Donna. Second, you are being too dramatic. Sean loves you. Right?"

"He says so."

"Cut the shit, Alex. You know if he does or does not love you. Which is it?"

I remembered how Sean would look at me and smile. How he'd let me cuddle in his arms watching TV. I felt warmth in my veins as I recalled how he would listen to me and let me talk on. I remembered how he would make me feel with both his mouth and his cock. The best part was snuggling with him after we made love. I was sure.




High Interest Loan Ch. 02



"He loves me."

"All right. So he's not going to leave you because Donna is great in bed. Can you see that?"

I nodded, but still felt this unnamed angst.

"So, what else is eating at your confidence?"

"I keep thinking about Donna."

Beth split the last of the champagne between our glasses. She continued to rub my shoulders and give me moral support with her physical closeness. Her exotic scent infused my senses. I've heard the term "fuck buddy", but I never really understood how two friends could also be sexually engaged. As I sat close to Beth, I began to grasp the concept. I really wanted to talk with her and let her help me sort out the tangled mess in my head. At the same time, I had this previously unknown desire to just lay back and let her ravish me. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the wanton side deep into the part of my brain that was good at curtailing sexual fantasy.

"Before when you asked me why I encouraged Donna and Sean to go away, I wasn't entirely honest. I felt I owed Donna."

"Owed her what?"

"She introduced me to my sensual side. Donna broke the lock and opened the door where I kept my passions and desires hidden away. Now, she was hurting and I wanted to help her. I wanted to repay the debt I felt I owed."

"How did Donna open that door, Alex?"

I told her about Donna bringing Josh to our room and letting me explore a man's body in a risk-free way.

"So, she helped you with your first blow job, that's what friends are for," Beth said with a smile. "How about the other parts of sex? Did she help with those?"

*** 

After my initial experience with Josh, Donna kept pestering me to let her help me have full sex. I was still resisting that idea. I enjoyed being with Josh, but wasn't sure I wanted to give up my virginity. I also kept asking myself why I was holding on to it. Typical for me, wanting it all.

"Keep an open mind," urged Donna. She laughed and added, "And, an open pussy." Even though she was sometimes a little gross for my tastes, I got a kick out her attitude toward sex. I wondered if I could ever feel that way.

One night as we were watching a really dumb rom com, Donna asked if I at least thought about screwing.

"I guess so," was my limp answer.

"Okay, that's a start," she said. "What's the main thing holding you back?"

"God, let me count the ways," I said. Pulling out allusions is the curse of being an English major.

Donna looked at me expectantly.

"Well, I don't want to get pregnant or any yucky disease."

"Yucky! Well, have you ever heard of a condom? It's a thing that goes over a guy's cock and..."

"Smartass, I've heard of them. Do they really work?"

"God, Alex, yes, they do. So, what else is on the list?"

"I just don't want to have sex to be able to say I've had sex. Shouldn't the first time be special?"

"Sure, and Matt Damon is going to ask me out. Alex, time for a reality check. White knights are not forming a line on the border of the campus. Plus, there is not a limit on the number of times you have sex. I guarantee most women do not end up marrying the first guy they fuck. This is the time in your life when sex should be fun. Don't make it more than it is. It's physical pleasure. Later on, sex and love will probably get mixed together. But right now, I'm happy just to have the fun sex part."

"For the sake of argument, how would we do this? Would you ask Josh?"

"He's a nice guy and not bad looking," she said.

"Have you slept with him?"

Donna laughed. "No, I haven't. But, if I did it shouldn't bother you. Is there one of the guys you've seen here that interests you?"

"Not really," I said. "Well, how about someone like Evan?" I recalled seeing the naked Evan in our apartment. It was the size of his penis that stayed with me all that time.

This time Donna howled. "Oh, baby, you do not want to start out with a piece of meat that size. Believe me, you have to work up to that."

"Really, it makes that much of a difference?"

"Alex, you will learn that sex can be really fun. It can also be good and, unfortunately, lousy."

"But, isn't it all the same? A guy sticks it in and then it's over."

Donna kept shaking her head. "Alex, Alex, you have so much to learn. Some guys just have a way to make it feel so much better. For example, Evan has a big cock, but he isn't very good beyond that. I have to do all the work to get off. Sure, his dick fills me up and touches all sorts of places inside. But, I'd take a bunch of other guys over him. You want a guy who can eat you, screw you and cuddle you. That's the winning triple play. Then if you want a home run, find a guy who also listens to you, who doesn't lie to you and who treats you like a partner—an equal partner. But, you gotta start with the physical part, Alex. Get that right and then see if the other pieces are there."

I heard the words, but the meaning escaped me. Could it really be that simple? Just let my mind go and allow my body to take the lead?

"What do you think Josh would say?" I asked Donna. "Would he be like pissed if you asked him about, like going farther with me?"

Donna hugged me. "Alex, if you are asking if Josh would want to fuck you, then I can guarantee that the answer is yes. I'll talk to him tomorrow."

When Donna said that Josh was all in, I thought I'd throw up. If it weren't for her constant support, I'd have backed out. Donna was with me every step of the way, well, until Josh showed up and I took him into my bedroom.

We undressed each other. He was hard and kept staring at my body. "God, Alex, you are like the hottest girl I've ever seen. I can't believe I'm here."

He pulled me to him and we kissed. Thankfully he was tender and let me go at my pace. After falling on the bed and making out for a long time, Josh started kissing his way down my body. I almost shouted when he kissed my nipples. I had never felt anything so good, except for what came next. He left my breasts and made his way until he was hovering over my pussy. I read enough about sex to know that people did oral sex. I had a hard time believing that they could enjoy it. I mean I sorta liked when I had him in my mouth, but would a guy really like all that wetness between a girl's legs? And, what about the taste? What if found me disgusting?

Josh blew on my pussy and my heartbeat increased rapidly. He slid his hands between the top of my thighs and urged me to open them. When I gave him a slight opening, he pushed his hand onto my pussy. This time I couldn't hold back a moan. Before I could even react, his finger moved along my slit. I was so embarrassed because I knew I was wet.

Josh rubbed me for a minute or two and I thought it was the best thing I ever felt. When his finger slipped between my lips I yipped like a puppy. In shock, I pushed my hips up to increase the pleasure I was feeling. My eyes were closed and my mouth open as Josh moved his finger in and out. When he stopped moving I kept thrusting up. I wondered why he stopped when I felt his tongue on my pussy. Oh my god, could anything feel that good? When he made a long slow lick, I came and cried out. I had no time to catch my breath as Josh continued licking. As he moved his tongue toward my clit, I froze. I was not sure I could withstand something so intimate. A person's tongue on my most private area was beyond my comprehension.

Josh's lips closed on my clit and he pushed the tip of his tongue hard against it. I came so hard I thought I would pass out. Josh mercifully backed off as my orgasm began to ebb.

I opened my eyes to see his face over mine. He was nudging my thighs apart and he knelt between them. He pulled a condom from the pocket of his jeans that were tossed on the bedpost. I silently watched him tear it open and roll it on his erection. He smiled and asked if I were ready.

I wanted to scream "No"! Instead, I nodded. He placed his hands alongside my shoulders and moved until his hard tip was rubbing along my lips. He moved up and down. My heart was threatening to burst from my chest.

"Alex, do you think you can help me?"

"Huh?"

"Could you open your pussy a little and guide me in?"

"Uh, okay." I moved my hands and spread my lips. Josh pushed and I felt his tip glide past my fingers into my vagina. I had a man inside me.

"Alex, this may hurt a little." I nodded and wondered what "a little" meant when it came time to destroying my maidenhead.

Josh moved until we both realized he was at a critical point. He drew back and thrust forward. The pain shot through my groin and I yelped. Josh pulled back, but not out.

I caught my breath and he slowly pushed forward. This time there was no sharp pain, but there was discomfort. I never had anything that deep inside me. He made long, slow in-and-out motions. After a few times he was moving more smoothly. My discomfort was fading as faint pleasure was increasing. My legs were lying flat on the bed. I moved them until they bent at my knees, allowing me to push back as Josh pushed forward.

Josh paused with his penis deep inside me and knelt. He took my legs and lifted them. "Put your legs around my thighs, Alex."

I did so and he held my hips. He looked down at me and smiled. "You're so beautiful."

He bent and kissed me. Putting his weight on his elbows he started to screw me. I caught on to the rhythm and used my hips and the leverage from my legs wrapped around him to join in this new action.

He was making noises that got louder as he moved faster. I felt him moving inside me and couldn't really believe that I was having sex. After all these years, I was having sex. It felt good, but not as good as when he was licking my clit. 

Josh cried out he was coming and he thrust hard a couple times. His body tensed and I guess he was coming. I was nowhere near another orgasm, but felt good that I made a guy come. In a few seconds, Josh eased his body on top of mine and kissed me. He rolled off and I felt his penis slipping out of me. I looked down to see it soft and still in the condom.

As we lay next to each other, our bodies lightly touching, I wondered if that all there was to sex. I remembered how Donna would scream. There was nothing that Josh did that made me want to scream. Maybe there was something wrong with me.

After a few minutes, Josh turned to me and asked if I wanted to do it again.

I thanked him and said not now. He looked disappointed but didn't say anything.

"Alex, thank you. You are beautiful and I feel so special being your first. I'd love to get together with you again. Just let me know."

We kissed. Josh disposed of the condom. He came back to bed and kissed me tenderly, dressed and left the room. As he left I wanted him to come back and cuddle me. I felt I needed more human contact after giving up my virginity.

I could hear voices and the apartment door closing. Seconds later Donna rushed into the room and jumped on the bed.

"You are such a slut," she yelled.

I laughed and she collapsed on me and pulled me into a huge hug. She settled next to me and pulled me into her arms. I pulled her close as I was satisfying my craving for a cuddle. My head rested on her breast, minimally covered by a cotton shirt.

"So was it what you expected?"

"Honestly, Donna, I didn't know what to expect."

"Did you come?"

"I did when he was, like, you know, using his mouth down there."

"Ooh, you like oral. Good girl. How about when the big event happened?"

"No, I didn't come then."

Donna stroked my hair and I snuggled tighter. "Did it hurt?"

"Yes, at first."

"Well, that part is over. Next time you will enjoy it more."

"Maybe," I said and closed my eyes. I fell asleep in her arms comforted with her soft breast as my pillow. 

*** 

Beth had listened to my tale without saying a word.

"So, I assume it got better. I mean with men."

"Yes, I learned to relax and then to enjoy sex. I had several lovers before Sean. With him everything fell into place. He makes me feel wonderful both sexually and emotionally. And, I sent him off with the Queen of Fucks."

Beth laughed and pulled me to her. "Alex, I wish I could convince you that Sean will come back to you. He'd be a fool not to."

"I, too, wish you could convince me."

"Why do you think he wouldn't want to come back to you?"

Beth had zeroed in on my biggest insecurity. Could I really tell her something so intimate?

"Uh, I don't know."

"Cut the bullshit, Alex. Talk to me. I know you want to."

I took a deep breath and decided to trust her.

"I think I'm a good lover, Beth. I mean Sean seems to enjoy being with me. But, I always feel sorta intimidated by sex. I wonder if I'm doing what he wants. Maybe he'd like me to be more, I don't know, wild or something. The time I had brunch with Donna and she told me how she felt and asked me to go with her on the trip, I got turned on. I went home and told Sean to fuck me. I never use language like that and almost never initiate sex. The thing is he really liked it when we did it rough and hard. Now, he's having Donna, who does not seem to hold back on anything. I feel sorta plain vanilla to her Mint Chocolate Chip."

Beth laughed and quickly reassured me that it was the ice cream comparison she found funny.

"Alex, do you and Sean talk about personal things, feelings?"

"Yes."

"Has he ever said he wished you were somehow different when you're making love?"

"No."

"Then, I think you guys are doing great."

"Maybe he didn't know what he was missing," I said, finally exposing my deepest fear. "Maybe all the women he's slept with were like me. Now, he has someone who is on the edge and will push those boundaries. Maybe he finds he likes that—likes it more than vanilla."

"Would you stop with the vanilla crap," said Beth. "Believe me, Sean would not stay with you if the sex were bad. And, that goes for any man," she paused and looked at me, and added, "or any woman."

"Beth, stop tempting me."

"So you admit you're tempted?"

"God, I am so confused. No, I want Sean. Beth, I just want Sean. That's all."

"We'll see," she said and touched my hand. "So, what do you really want to do about Sean?"

I tried to sort out all the mangled thoughts running through my head. Before I even realized what I was saying. "I want him back."

"Alex, you mean you want him to leave Donna and come home? Are you sure?"

"No, I mean, yes...I mean I don't know."

"Alex, I have an idea. Are you willing to listen?"

By now my mind was a bowl of scattered pieces, I think I would listen to anything. I told Beth to go ahead.

"Do you think you can get some time off this week?"

"I have lots of time coming, but I need to work out some details with my supervisor. Maybe by the end of the week I could get a day or two. Why?"

"Because, we're going to Aruba."

I was not sure I heard her right.

"Aruba?"

"Yep."

"We?"

"Of course, I can't let you go alone. You're in no shape to handle all this by yourself. Besides, I'm sure Daddy will feel better if his jet takes two people instead of just one."

"His jet?"

"Yeah, I just love saying that," Beth laughed. "Plus, he keeps a condo there. So, we'll have a place to stay."

"Uh, couldn't I stay with Sean."

"And, what? Kick poor Donna's ass to the curb?"

"God, you're right. Maybe we shouldn't go."

Beth turned my shoulders so we faced each other. "If you don't, you're going to drive yourself crazy. So, the only thing you have left to decide is what you're going to do once we get there."

Beth called a cab and I went home. The next day I had a discussion with my supervisor. After promising to work my ass off for the next few days, she approved two days at the end of the week. I called Beth and she said we could leave early on Thursday.

I wondered if I should let Sean know I was coming. In the end, I decided I wanted to surprise him. I hoped it would not be the kind of surprise that would backfire on me.

Beth called me on Wednesday while I was at work and asked if I had packed. I told her I was all set.

"Got a really hot bikini?"

Laughing, I told her I did not own any bathing suit that could be considered even warm. 

"I'm picking you up at your office and we are going shopping."

"Oh, Beth, you don't have to..."

"Alex, you are not going to take charge of your relationship wearing some boring bathing suit. Girl, you are going down there looking H-O-T. Be outside and I'll cab over."

An hour after work, Beth and I were standing in a small boutique on Newberry Street looking at a rack of scraps of cloth that they were marketing as bikinis. Beth quickly went through them and picked three.

She ushered me back to the changing area and smiled. "Okay, girl, strip."

"You can wait outside."

"You are so mean," she said and kissed my cheek. She exited and pulled the curtain closed.

I undressed and took a moment to look at my naked body. In spite of my stated insecurities to Beth, I knew I had a decent figure. A nice set of apple sized breasts, long waist and longer legs made a nice package. Donna had phenomenal breasts, but mine were pretty damn good. I also liked the look of my mostly ungroomed blond bush. It was about a half-shade darker than my head, but definitely proved I was a real blond.

"How's it coming?" I snapped out of my reverie and shouted I was still getting dressed. I picked up the black one and after shaking my head in wonder, pulled on the bottoms. The top covered most of my breasts. 

"Ready," I said. The curtain opened and Beth stepped in. She closed the curtain behind her. Fortunately the room was large enough to accommodate both of us. She looked me over from head to toe. With a finger motion, she indicated I should turn around. I felt her hands at the waist of my suit and she pulled it up. 

"Can't have your cute little crack showing," she said and patted my mostly exposed cheeks. Touching my shoulder, she had me turn back to face her.

"Looks good, Alex. Of course, we need to do some serious grooming." Her eyes dropped to the tiny piece of cloth covering my pussy. I looked in the mirror and noticed lots of blond curls escaping. I just cringed and knew that she was right.

Beth picked up the pink and purple suit. Holding it out to me, her eyes seemed to dare me to try it on. I figured what the hell. If she wanted to look, then let her look. Besides, I got a kick out of teasing her for a change. I pulled the string on my top and pulled it off. Beth's smile widened as she looked at my breasts.

I pushed my bottom off and took the same piece from Beth. I pulled it up and noticed it was even smaller than the previous one. My bush was spilling out all over.

"Let me see the back," she said.

"How about I put on my top?"

"You know you don't have to wear one on the beaches."

I shook in amazement my head and turned. I left my top off.

"Honey, there is no way I can pull this one up enough to hide the top of your fabulous fanny. It looks great, though. You have a perfect butt." Her hand lingered on one cheek.

"I should try the top on," I said and moved away. Beth helped me tie the bra in back. I liked the way this suit made my boobs look bigger. There was a little padding and some support built into it.

I stripped and waited for Beth to hand me the last suit. She held it, but just let her eyes run over my body.

"Jesus, you are beautiful, Alex. I really want what's best for you—honest. But, if it for some reason it doesn't work out with Sean, please give me a chance. I promise you it will change your life."

"Thanks for the positive thoughts about Sean," I said with more than a hint of sarcasm. I held my hand out and Beth gave me the green bikini bottom. This one fit better around my butt and had a more substantial panel in front. I would still need to do some grooming, but maybe not as much as with the other suits.




High Interest Loan Ch. 02



"I like this one the best," I said. "How's the color look on me?"

"Looks great. Good choice, Alex." 

After trying on the top and liking how it accented my boobs like the other suit, I stripped it off and handed it to Beth. She eyed my body one last time and took the bikinis and left the changing room. I took a deep breath. I admitted I was a bit turned on having Beth watching me. I seriously needed to get my mind straight. 

Beth had already purchased the suit, plus the other two and a pair of sexy high-heeled sandals. They were her presents to me. She then offered to have me stay at her condo overnight. "We can get a good early start and not have to worry about logistics. We can stop at your place, pick up your stuff, order supper and chill at my place. And, don't worry, I have a very nice guest bedroom."

I had left my car at home so she hailed a cab and we headed directly to my apartment. Having seen her condo, I was a little reluctant to have her see our place. It was decent, but not anything that would impress you. I shouldn't have worried. Beth honestly liked it. She picked up on how we had decorated and made the space feel like ours. Looking at the artwork and fabrics, she had genuine compliments for our taste. I was beginning to see sides of her I never knew.

My bag was mostly packed. I gathered my toiletries and within fifteen minutes, we were back out the door. Beth had paid the cab to wait. I realized that Beth was so accustomed to money that she used it to make life easier. She didn't flaunt it, but didn't try to hide her wealth, either.

On the way to her condo, she ordered dinner to be delivered. When we arrived the desk had our meals waiting for us. The scent of Szechuan made my tummy growl. Once inside her condo, we dumped my stuff and our coats and sat in the living room with the fire going. I opened the containers while Beth got plates and silverware. As I dished out the tasty Szechuan, Beth opened a bottle of red wine and poured two large goblets.

"To new adventures," she toasted.

"To avoiding disaster," I answered.

As we ate, Beth described Aruba, since she had been there several times. She told me it was a desert island and the weather was consistently warm and pleasant year round. Aruba had a Dutch heritage and was part of the Kingdom of the Netherlands. Her father owned a couple of Holland-based companies and located call centers there to take advantage of the local talent and people who spoke both English and Dutch. His call centers afforded him the opportunity to have a condo there with many tax advantages. Beth said he made over a half dozen trips a year to the island.

"The beaches are beautiful and the water is perfect," she said. "Where are they staying?'

"I think it's on Manchebo Beach," I said. "I have the resort's name in my phone."

"That's great. Actually, Manchebo Beach is one of the few places where topless sunbathing is formally allowed. On most beaches you can get away with it, but on Manchebo it's no problem."

"Peachy," I said and took a drink of wine.

"Alex, with tits like yours, you should have them out to be admired as often as possible. Besides, I think Sean might appreciate the view."

"Sure, I'll be standing next to Donna. I'll look like the one who was last in line when boobs were being distributed."

Beth laughed. "Alex, relax. If you only knew how attractive you are. Well, you have three hot bikinis you can wear."

We finished our meal as Beth told me more about the island and its heritage. Beth ordered a car service to take us to the airport. We both were tired and went to bed in separate rooms. 

I was standing in my panties when Beth knocked. I told her to enter. She saw my naked breasts and smiled. 

"I see you're getting in some practice on going topless."

"I'm just going to bed, Beth, not rehearsing to exhibit myself on a beach."

"Still, it is a pleasant sight."

She continued to stare at my breasts. I could see her nipples harden underneath the silk top she was wearing. 

"Was there something you wanted?" I asked.

Beth's eyes lit up. 

"Besides my boobs," I said.

"I just wanted to know if you liked coffee in the morning."

I noticed that my nipples were now tight and pointing out.

"Sure."

"Great, I'll make some for us tommorow," she said.

"Okay."

"Well good night, Alex."

"Good night, Beth." Neither of us moved. I know I should have pulled my shirt on, but I didn't. Alex should have left, but she remained. She took a tentative step in my direction. I held my breath.

She undid the buttons on her shirt and let it drift to the floor. Her chest was flushed and I could see how deeply she was breathing.

"Alex, I, uh..."

I smiled ruefully. "Beth, I can't. I'm sorry and know it must be hard on you. Maybe another time, another place something might happen. I've got too much on my mind now."

She nodded. "At least a good night kiss?"

"You are such a tease," I said. "One kiss. I mean it."

Beth took me in her arms. The sensation of her nipples pressing into mine made me weak. Her scent overcame my last defense and I pulled her tight. Our lips met and softly joined. I became lightheaded as her tongue touched my lips, asked for entrance. I parted my lips and welcomed her inside. My body began to tingle. Her hand slipped under the band of my underwear and cupped my rear. I did the same to her, using two hands to contain the soft and firm globes.

Beth broke from my lips and bent to once again take a nipple into her mouth. I had to stop now or I knew I couldn't.

Pulling my hands from her behind, I moved them to her head and lifted her off my breast. She sucked it hard and I heard a soft pop as she released me. The cool air made my nipple shrivel and turn harder than ever.

"We have to stop, Beth. Please."

Her eyes searched mine. Slowly her hand left my rear. Staring at me I felt it inch around until it rested between our stomachs. Slowly, she began to move it downward. Her lips smashed against mine. I was going to push her away, when her fingers slipped under the band and came to rest on my pussy. 

"Oh, god," I murmured. 

She rubbed me softly and more and more wetness soaked my panty and her finger. Her other hand took mine and guided it to her mound, outside her underwear. I felt the heat and dampness. I lightly moved my finger around. Just as I was about to move the side of her panty aside, Beth moved a finger into my canal. My eyes shot open and the reality of what we were doing jerked me back to reality.

I stepped back and tugged on her wrist to take her hand out of me. She looked at my eyes. She must have recognized the terror, so she withdrew. Both of us stood inches apart, our breaths ragged and short.

"God, Beth, I am so sorry. I should not let it go this far. I can't do this. I can't, sorry."

Beth took a long cleansing breath. "If I had a cock, you'd be the biggest cock-tease in the world. Jesus, you're frustrating."

"Does this mean you hate me?" I asked, fearful of the answer.

Slowly shaking her head, "I don't hate you, Alex. But damn it, girl, you fucking frustrate me."

"Sorry," I said again, sounding like an eleven year-old girl.

"Go to sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow." She kissed my cheek, picked up her blouse, pulled her underwear out of her cleft and left the room.

I fell into bed. My dreams that night were a mix of three people making love to me, both together and individually. I don't think my hand ever made it out of my underwear and I lost track of the self-induced orgasms.

*** 

After, a shower, coffee and a conspicuous avoidance of talking about the previous night, we went downstairs to find our car waiting. It was a quick ride to Logan. We did have to go through some security even though we were flying private. 

Climbing the stairs into the private plane, I wondered how this crazy adventure could ever work out right. 

(A big thanks to Gary13 for his help editing this chapter! You can check out his bio here.) And, and an equally big Thank you to HystLit. These guys are awesome. If there is any lingering mistake, please know it is entirely my fault. Chapter Three is in final proofing and will be posted soon. Thanks for reading.)



High Interest Loan Ch. 03



After loaning my boyfriend to my best friend for a week of sexual recreation in Aruba, I was now on my way to check up on my loan. To add real interest, I was being seduced by a college friend, who was gay, beautiful and relentless. 

In spite of her desire to take my girl-on-girl cherry, she was being a good friend. Beth had convinced her daddy to allow us to use a company jet to take us to Aruba. She also commandeered his condo on the resort island. Now, we were making our way across the tarmac to a jet that I hoped would take me to a resolution to the complicated mess I created.

We boarded the plane to find two other passengers. Beth recognized them as executives with one of her father's companies. She made the introductions. As a flight attendant served coffee and pastries, we settled in and talked about Aruba with the executives. They were going to conduct a review of her daddy's call centers located on the island. Having been to Aruba several times, each of the men was familiar with the resort where Sean and Donna were staying. They grinned at each other recalling that it was a clothing optional hotel and beach.

Once airborne, Beth and I reclined in our oversized and reclining seats and dozed off. I awoke a couple hours later. Beth still slept, a blackout mask covering her eyes. The flight attendant came by with fresh coffee. The two execs were fixed on their laptops and I headed to the toilet.

The flight attendant was now fixing a tray with lunch and we had some time to chat. She was originally from the Netherlands and loved when she had the opportunity to fly to Aruba. Since this was a turnaround trip, she would not be staying on the island. She offered to be our tour guide if we returned when she had time to stay. The plane was not going back to Boston, but stopping in Miami. Beth's father was there and they would have two days' layover.

"I'm off to South Beach," she said. "Got to keep my all over tan in good shape."

I nodded and wondered if I were me or were most women comfortable going nude at the drop of a hat. When I returned to my seat, Beth was awake. I told her about my conversation with the attendant.

"Beatrice is a lot of fun. We've spent some time on the island. Do you think she's attractive?"

I said I did and asked if that's what Beth meant when she said she's fun.

Showing a sly smile, Beth said, "Well, let's say she is very open-minded. Especially if there is not a man around who attracts her. Yes, she's a lot of fun."

Beatrice brought us a tray with a light lunch of fruit salad, yogurt and a wheat roll. I looked at her clear complexion, bright blue eyes and toned figure. I bet she and Beth could have some fun. 

As the attractive woman served our food my mind kept spinning. "Something to add to my worry list," I thought. "Am I the only straight woman left in the world?" Maybe I was not as straight as I thought.

My mind was churning with erotic visions of Donna, Beth and, now, Beatrice. And, oh yeah, my boyfriend, Sean. 

Before I realized it, the pilot asked us to prepare for landing. Within a few minutes we were on the ground and taxiing to the fixed base operator that serviced private aircraft. A local customs official came on board, checked our passports and wished us a happy stay.

As soon as I stepped onto the top of the stairs, I was hit with a blast of hot, dry air. The temperature in Boston that morning was around 30 and it must have been in the high 80's here. As my clothes started to feel like a second and unwanted skin, I began to appreciate why not wearing too many clothing items made sense.

The execs had a black SUV waiting with plenty of room and offered to drop us at Beth's condo. It only took fifteen minutes before we were waving good-bye.

Although nowhere near as spectacular as her Boston place, the Aruba condo was bright, tastefully furnished and, thankfully, had two bedrooms. It also had a spectacular view of the brilliant blue ocean.

Beth checked the kitchen and saw that it was fully stocked as she had requested. She pulled a half-bottle of champagne out of the refrigerator, uncorked it and poured two glasses. "Welcome to Aruba," she said as we touched rims.

She pointed to my bedroom and announced we needed to get changed and hit the beach. I unpacked, put away my few things and stripped. I pulled on the new bikini bottom and tried to gauge how much of a trim I needed. 

"Love the look, Alex," said Beth from the doorway, "but I think you better wear a top, at least as we leave the building."

By now I was not as freaked out being partially nude in front of her. 

"I was trying to figure out how much I needed to groom," I said looking at my reflection in the mirror.

Beth came and stood next to me. She was wearing a tiny pink bikini under a gauzy caftan. She pulled the caftan over her head. Looking at our reflections, I could easily see why people considered us look-alikes. 

"Well, you could do what I do," she said. Beth pulled down the front of her bikini and exposed a thin strip of blond hair that perched above her smooth lips. 

"Wow, I don't think I want to go that far," I said. I thought I was speaking calmly while my mind was screaming that I was staring at a naked pussy. Truth be told, I was admiring a naked pussy.

"Well, we could just shape it up a bit. What do you think you'd prefer, a rectangle or a small triangle?"

"I'd prefer not even talking about this whole thing. And, what the hell do you mean, 'we'?"

"Have you ever used a razor down there?"

"Not really," I admitted.

"So, I don't think you want to go track down the love of your life with a pussy that's cut and bleeding."

"So, you're just willing to volunteer to help?"

"Sure, what are friends for?"

I scoffed and said, "I think you just want to get your hands on my pussy."

"Hey, every job must come with some benefits." She smiled and said she'd be back in a minute with the proper tools.

I knew I was flirting with danger. In reality, I was flat out flirting. But, she did make a point about not wanting to do damage. I pulled down my bottoms and waited in the room without a stitch of clothing.

Beth reappeared and stopped short. She eyed me from head to toe. "I couldn't interest you in spending a delightful, long afternoon in bed, could I?"

"Just do your job, bitch," I joked.

Laughing she told me to sit on the bed as she went into the attached bathroom. She returned with a towel. Following her directions I lifted my butt and she placed the towel on the bed beneath me. She ran her hands through my patch and asked what I decided.

"I think a small triangle will be fine. And, I don't think you need to touch anything down there except the little bit you're going to trim."

"You mean I can't touch you here?" she said as her finger ran up my slit and pressed against my clit. Involuntarily, I jerked and let out a long moan as pleasure lit up my nerve endings.

"Fuck, Beth. Please don't do that."

"Okay," she said. "Just remember if I hurt anything, I will happily kiss it and make it better."

I knew I was wet and that last statement only made things worse.

Beth leaned in close and gently pulled the edges of my curls out and snipped them with a scissors. She worked her away around the three sides of my bush. She moved aside so I could see my reflection in the wall mirror.

"How's that for shape?"

"Will everything be hidden in my bottom?"

"Pretty sure. If not, I'll trim some more. Now, I'll shave the rest and, honestly, Alex, I need to do along the sides and bottom. Otherwise, it's going to look weird."

I sighed and agreed. Beth spread some shaving cream along the edges of my bush and quickly pulled the razor to take care of the remaining short hairs. I again checked the mirror and was startled at how it made a difference. I thought it looked sexy.

"Please lay back and spread your legs, Alex." She giggled and said, "I wish I had a dime for every time I said that to a hot woman."

"Beth!" I cried.

"Just kidding. Chill, Alex. This is fun."

"For you, maybe," I said as I eased myself back on the bed. Slowly I let my knees fall and my thighs opened up.

Beth was silent and I did not feel her touching me. "Is everything all right?" I asked.

"Alex, you are incredibly beautiful. I was just caught up in looking at you."

"Well, showtime's over. Let's finish up."

I heard the can hissing and then felt the cool foam being spread on my thighs and onto my lips. I took in a breath as a woman's fingers touched my sex. Beth quickly trimmed the hair from both thighs. Her touch was now on my lips as she pulled one tight to smooth out the skin. The razor glided over it. I held my breath as she repeated the action on my other lip. I knew I was seriously damp and was sure that Beth could see it.

"Can you lift your legs so I can do the last part?"

I gripped my thighs and pulled my legs back. I felt more exposed than I did at my annual physical. Beth spread the foam around the bottom of my vagina and all the way down to my asshole. She deftly used the razor and wiped me dry.

"All done, Alex," she said. "Let me just wipe the excess off in front." Before I could say a word, I felt a towel rubbing me clean. She finished by spreading my lips with one hand and running the towel the length of my slit with the other. As much as I wanted to hide my arousal, I groaned as I felt her touch. 

"One kiss, Alex?"

"God, Beth. I don't know. You know I never had a woman do that."

Beth stroked my thigh. "This will probably be the only time I'll have an opportunity. Just one and then we move on."

I looked at her blue eyes staring up from my newly groomed pussy. I should have just closed my legs. I should have gotten up and dressed. I should have just said no. But, I felt her breathing on my exposed and sensitive lips.

"Well, just one. A quick one."

I felt her hair brush against my thighs. My orgasm was lying in wait, threatening to burst free at any second. Then, I felt her mouth on my pussy. I yelped. Her tongue pushed past my lips and excruciatingly slowly moved up until to it reached my clit. I was whimpering. Her lips surrounded the hard bud and as she sucked it inside her mouth, her tongue pushed down. She began sucking on my clit. I was moving my hips and making all sorts of noises. Then her finger slipped inside me and pushed against a spot that lit up my mind. I could hold back no longer.

I screamed and came. I pushed her head away as wave after wave crashed over me. As her finger left my body I wanted to grab it and push it back in, but I didn't. Rolling on to my side, I curled up into a ball trying to still my orgasm. Beth touched my calf and then I felt her taking the towel away.

My mind was trying to reconcile what my body was still experiencing. If that wasn't the best orgasm I ever had, it was damn near the top of the list. To feel such a release and know that it was a woman who caused it was an overpowering and totally disconcerting emotion. I felt the bed shift and then Beth snuggled up behind me. Her arms wrapped around me as she held me.

We lay together for several minutes. Finally, Beth spoke. "Time to go to, Alex. Why don't you finish getting dressed and I'm going to call a cab to take us to Manchebo Beach."

She kissed the back of my neck after moving aside my hair. "Thank you, Alex, it was everything I had ever dreamed and more. You are beautiful and you taste like heaven." Beth got off the bed and left the room.

I willed myself to sit up and then to stand. I looked in the mirror. In addition to seeing the strange new shape between my legs, I wondered if I looked different. I was a woman who just had another women give her an oral sex orgasm. I shook my head and wondered what the fuck I was thinking. Turning away from my image, I pulled on my pink and purple bikini top and bottom. I checked in the mirror and was satisfied that no stray pussy hairs were showing. Turning I admired the way the bottom hugged my butt. The little bit of extra padding in the top helped give me a sweet bit of cleavage. In spite of liking how I looked I added a long cotton shirt to serve as a cover-up. I packed a straw bag with sunscreen, a bottle of water, beach towel and a few cosmetics.

Beth awaited me by the door and we rode back down to the lobby. The cab pulled up in a few minutes and she gave the driver directions. Riding along and looking at the many resorts and occasional glimpses of the beach and ocean, I began to think about what just happened. My guilt bucket was now overflowing.

Almost as if she were reading my mind, Beth reached out for my hand. I recoiled at first and then let her hold it.

"Alex, don't go away on me. What we just did was fun. It was sexy. It was not the end of civilization."

I looked at the driver. He had that neutral face that so many people in the service industry put on. I don't know if he could hear us, if he were interested in listening or if he even understood much English. Taking no chances I leaned in to Beth so I could speak softly.

"Beth, we had sex. I still can't believe it."

"Alex, technically I had sex with you. You did nothing except allow me to enjoy a beautiful woman."

"But, you, uh, you... Fuck it, you ate me out."

Beth chuckled. "No I didn't, Alex. I barely kissed you. If I ate you out, I guarantee you would still be recovering. So, think about that. Think about how much more intense a real session could be."

My pussy was damp again. I was convinced that nothing like this would ever happen again. Still, the remembered tenderness of her lips on my sex and the resulting orgasm was enough to make me squirm with desire. I briefly wondered what it would be like to lying between Beth's thighs and kissing the treasure waiting there.

"Not going to happen, Beth. It was a moment of weakness on my part. Sorry, but it was nothing more than that."

"Just so you know, Alex. As I said before, it was everything I had dreamed about. If you change your mind, I'm there. And, I will not bring it up again and certainly not ever tell Donna or Sean. I leave any disclosures to you. But, do not beat yourself up about this. It was a beautiful moment in time, not a moment of weakness. Let's leave it at that."

She squeezed my hand and let it go. I looked at her. We could not see each other's eyes because of our sunglasses. I wondered if she had tears in hers as I did in mine. I was appreciating the depth of Beth more and more as I got to know her better. Beyond the cool, attractive exterior was a caring and kind person. I hoped we could remain friends and not let sex get in the way.

The cab slowed and we climbed out at the covered entrance to the resort where Sean and Donna were staying. As the cab pulled away, I was overcome with a fear that I had no idea why I was standing here or what I was going to say. Beth had urged me to think through how I would explain to Sean and Donna why I had come. I told her I had, but in reality all I did was let my desire to reconnect with Sean override any judgment. 

Beth took a few steps toward the lobby. Sensing I was not with her she turned and saw me stuck in place.

"You coming, Alex?"

"Maybe we should go home."

Beth blew out a long breath. "Alex, we just flew I don't know how many fucking thousands of miles to be here. You are not going to run away now. Let's go find Donna and Sean."

"What will I say?"

"Shit, this is a hell of a time to think of that. Maybe you should have worked on that flying down here. No matter, we're here and we are going in. I suggest you try to gather whatever thoughts you have. I think we can start off with saying 'hello.' After that, you're on your own."

"You made me come here," I whined. "You have to do more than say I'm on my own."

"Alex, I did not make you come," she said and then laughed. "Well, I did but only in the bedroom."

"Beth, this is not the time to make jokes. I am totally freaking out."

"Alex, take a deep breath. You are going to be with the two people who love you the most. It will be fine."

"And, if it isn't?" I pushed.

"You'll just have to stay with me. I have ways to make you feel really, really good."

If Beth was trying to make me feel at ease, she was failing in a grand fashion.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the lobby. "Come on, let's get it over with."

At the desk, she asked them to ring the room. There was no answer. The clerk said that they usually were at the beach at this time of day.

"You know their schedule?" I asked.

"Ah, Miss Donna is easy to keep track of," he said with a smile. "I suggest you go out that door and ask any of the attendants. The boys will be able to tell you where Miss Donna is."

As we walked toward the door, I said, "What's with this 'Miss Donna' crap?"

Beth smiled and said she'd bet it was island talk for big tits.

At the beginning of the sandy beach, we saw a number of cabanas and over-sized umbrellas scattered along the shore. A young man approached us and inquired if we needed help. Beth asked him if Miss Donna were here. His face lit up and told us she was. He offered to take us there, but Beth told him to point the way. He indicated an umbrella about 100 feet away. Beth handed him a folded bill and we made our way towards the umbrella.

My stomach was doing flips and tosses as we drew nearer. We passed other guests. I noticed that most women were topless. I wondered what we would find at Donna's umbrella.

I could see that only one person was under the umbrella as a single pair of feet was in view from the angle of our approach. We continued and gradually a tanned set of female legs appeared, followed by a tiny bikini bottom. Finally we were staring at Donna's tanned, naked breasts. She had a straw hat pulled down over her eyes and her slow breathing indicated she may be sleeping. Although Donna often was nude at our old apartment, at this instant I thought her breasts were the most exotic pieces of flesh I had ever seen.

Large and obviously exposed long enough to the sun to leave an all-over bronze color, her breasts rested on her chest like two milk chocolate pillows. Donna's breasts were all natural and I marveled at how they kept their shape as she lay there. I know my breasts practically disappear when I lay on my back.

Without speaking, we walked until we were standing over her. Beth turned to me and mouthed, "Wow." I nodded. Seeing a bucket full of ice cradling a tall bottle of water, Beth grabbed it by the neck.

I made a motion as if to say, "What are you doing?" She grinned and lowered the chilled glass bottle until it made contact with sun-darkened nipple.

Donna jumped up and screamed, "What the fuck?!"

Her hat fell off as she clasped her hand on the chilled boob. She next looked up. Her face was a mixture of confusion and delight.

"What...How...Holy crap, what are you guys doing here?"

She stood and after a microsecond of hesitation, wrapped her arms around me. She hugged me hard and moved back to look at my face. Shaking her head, she pulled me to her again. Her warm, bare breasts seemed to be burning a brand into my nearly naked flesh. Pulling back one more time, she smiled and kissed me. Her lips were warm, soft and so sexy.

She broke and turned to Beth.

"I bet you had something to do with this," Donna said. 

"Who? Me?" Beth answered, feigning innocence.

"Yeah, you, bitch. Come here." Beth stepped forward and they embraced. I could see Beth's hand slip down to lightly touch Donna's bottom, which swayed in response. Beth moved away and then kissed Donna on the lips. Donna giggled and slapped Beth's ass.

"You are such a tramp, Hughes."

"Takes one..." she replied. They both laughed.

"So, what the fuck are you guys doing here?"

Beth just looked at me.

Even if I had a well-rehearsed explanation, it would have fled my mind at this moment. Looking at a half-naked Donna and thinking about what she and Sean must have been doing, I was at a total loss.




High Interest Loan Ch. 03



Donna stared at me, waiting.

"I guess I was lonely," I managed to say.

Donna stared some more. "And, what, you were in the neighborhood? Decided to stop in for a cup of coffee?"

I couldn't tell if she were pissed or just playing with me.

"I, uh, well, there was Beth's jet and, we thought, I mean, I thought...hell, Donna, I just had to come."

Donna stood looking at me. She then started waving one arm over her head. In a second the young man, who directed us to her, arrived.

"Willem, we are going to need a bunch of big, blue umbrella drinks. Please bring a round and be available to keep them coming.'

Willem smiled and said, "Yes, Miss Donna, anything you wish."

With a glance at her tanned breasts, he took off at a trot. 

"Park your butts, girls," Donna sat on the colorful blanket spread out under the umbrella. Beth and I folded ourselves down and we formed a semi-circle.

"Take off those cover-ups, this is a beach for shit's sake," said Donna.

We removed our outer covers.

"Tops, too. I'm not going to be the only one flashing my boobs."

Beth smiled and quickly undid her bikini bra and dropped it. 

Both of them looked at me. Gulping, I slowly undid the strings and pulled it away.

"Good thing I have shades," said Donna, "'cause those are the whitest tits I've ever seen. Here lather them up good." She tossed me a tube of sunscreen. I applied it to every inch of my skin that was exposed to the burning sun. As I was rubbing it into my breasts, Willem returned. His smiled grew wider as he looked at the six American breasts displayed before him.

Beth then applied lotion. Donna raised an obscenely big glass full of a Blue Ocean cocktail and toasted. "To good health, good friends, good fortune and good sex."

We added in unison, "not necessarily in that order."

I hadn't eaten since the light lunch on the plane and I could immediately feel the alcohol speeding to my brain. So, I took another big sip.

"Where's Sean?" asked Beth. I mentally thanked her. I did not want to be the one to bring up his name.

Donna looked at me and then answered Beth. "He went on a deep sea fishing expedition. Should be back soon." 

A group of young men stopped by. I wanted to cover my boobs, but didn't since Donna and Beth seemed so nonchalant. Donna introduced them as recent university grads from the UK. They were making a semi-world trip before settling into jobs. Although I was wishing the sand would open up and swallow me, my friends demonstrated no such aspirations. They guys also seemed comfortable as they eagerly looked from one set of boobs to the other. I could actually see one of them get hard under his tight swim suit. I doubted if the others were far behind him on the excitement scale.

After a few minutes they said their farewells and continued down the beach.

"I imagine a lot of men have stopped by to chat this week," said Beth.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Donna said and cupped her boobs. We all broke out laughing. Donna began telling us about the resort and the highlights of the things that she and Sean had done. Of course, she left out the one thing that I'm sure they were doing that was pressing on my mind. 

Before I even realized it, Willem was back with another round of blue destroyers. We were half-way through this round and I was more than half-way to a big buzz when Donna waved.

I turned to see Sean walking toward us. He was dressed in a surfer type swim suit and carried a shirt. His bare chest was bronze and my chest began pounding. I don't think he recognized who was sitting with Donna until he was a few feet away. He stopped, pulled his sun glasses off and stared at me.

Donna stood, then Beth and I followed.

"Alex, what the hell...?"

"Seems she was in the neighborhood, Sean," said Donna. "Surprise, surprise."

A smile crept over his face. He stepped forward and hugged me, then kissed my lips. He broke and went to Donna. He hugged and kissed her. My heart sank into my stomach as I watched her big boobs flatten against his chest.

Pulling away he turned to Beth. She somehow made her boobs stand out more. They already were firmly resting on her chest, but now they seemed to scream for attention. I could see her nipples were extended.

"We've met before," Sean said.

"Yes, at a couple parties. Beth Hughes."

"Ah, yes, Beth. Nice to see you. Sorry I didn't recognize you at first."

"Must have been the bare tits," she said.

Sean smiled and held out his hand. "Must be."

"No hug for me?" she asked.

"Oh, go ahead," said Donna.

He looked at me and I nodded. Opening his arms, he welcomed Beth. I was tempted to see if there was a bulge in his suit after feeling three sets of breasts pressed into him.

Magically, Willem appeared. Sean ordered a beer. We all sat on the blanket, thankful for the shade the umbrella provided.

"So, really, what the hell is going on?" he asked.

"Well, I wanted to, you know, see how things were going."

"That makes no sense, Alex," he said. 

"I think she means," interjected Donna, "that she was going crazy thinking about us. I think she was having lots and lots of second thoughts about hooking us up—so to speak."

Sean looked at me, waiting for an answer. I had none.

"Well, what the hell are we going to do now?" Sean asked. He looked at the three topless women sitting in front of him.

"You can count me out, Sean," said Beth. "I play for the other team and as handsome as you are, no need to try to calculate how the four of us would fit into your bed."

Willem arrived with a beer and three more blue things. I was on my way to oblivion.

"I didn't mean all of us going to bed, but the reality of sex needs to be addressed."

I enjoyed another long drink of the wicked blue concoction. "So, have the two of you been fucking each other's brains out?" I said. I wasn't sure but I thought I might have slurred a couple words.

"Jesus, Alex, how the hell many of those have you had?" asked Sean.

"Jus' a couple."

"Alex, didn't you talk Sean and me into coming on this trip?" said Donna. "Didn't you want us to have sex? Isn't that the fucking reason he and I are here?"

"Fucking reason is absolutely right," I pronounced and definitely knew I slurred "absolutely".

"I can see that we are not going to have a reasonable discussion while you're in this state," said Sean. "Maybe you should get some rest, have something to eat and we can meet up later tonight."

"Why?" I said with a bit too much force. "So, you can go and fuck Miss Donna, as every fucking guy on this island calls her. Or, should I say Miss Big Fucking Tits Donna. Miss Big Fucking Tits for the Whole Fucking World to See Donna."

Beth touched my arm in an effort to calm me. I snatched it away. "Well, go right ahead. Yep, you're right. I sent you down here to fuck and so go and fuck. Beth and I will go back to her condo. Don't worry about me, though. Beth already ate my pussy and I'm sure she'd be happy to do it again. See, you two aren't the only ones who can fuck their brains out on this island. And, just so you know it was fucking fantastic."

I know it sounds like a cliché to say that their mouths dropped open, but there they were-three people with jaws hanging down.

Donna looked at me and then at Beth. Sean just stared at me. I finished my new blue best friend, smiled and passed out.

*** 

I woke up in bed without a clue where I was. The drapes were open a crack and I couldn't see much light. It must have been approaching dark. I tried to sit up and my head exploded. I collapsed back and put my arms over my eyes willing the pain to stop. 

As one wave of pain subsided, I opened my eyes enough to see I was in a bedroom. Slowly, I sat up and waited for the next wave of pain, this one was mixed with nausea. After a minute I stood. Even in my hungover state, I noticed I was nude. Seeing a lamp on the bedside table, I turned it on and cried out as the light seared my retinas.

A door opened and Beth came in.

"Ah, she lives."

"Where am I?"

"In our condo," she said. "And, it was not an easy job getting you here. It took the three of us to manage it."

"And, my clothes?"

"The only thing you were wearing was your bikini bottom and your shirt. I took them off when I covered you up. It would have been too much of an effort to try to put something else on you. Alex, you were completely out of it. Like dead to the world."

"I need to go to the bathroom. Is there something like a robe around here?"

Beth moved to the door that led to a bathroom. She reached behind and retrieved a terry robe. As she held it, I slipped my arms inside.

"I'll be out in a minute," I said.

"Okay. I have something for you to drink. You need to get some sugar in your system."

The thought of any food or drink made my stomach twirl. I moved to the bathroom and closed the door.

When I finally emerged into the main part of the condo, Beth had a tall glass of regular Coke and a bottle of Advil set out on a small table by the couch. I eased myself down, took four Advil and drank half the glass of Coke. 

"How bad was it?" I asked.

"Pretty bad," Beth replied.

"Shit."

I sipped some Coke. "Give it to me. Don't leave anything out."

"What's the last thing you remember?" Beth asked.

I strained trying to make sense of all the blurred images mingled in my brain. "We met Donna on the beach. God, did I take my top off?"

"Oh, yeah. Tits to the ocean. Even those young Brits got an eyeful."

"I remember her ordering some drinks. Big blue things."

"Good girl," Beth said. "Keep going. Do you remember the second or third round of those blue things, which some people call Blue Oceans?"

"I vaguely remember a second drink, but definitely not a third. I really had three?"

"Four. Chug-a-lug, babe."

"Oh, no wonder my head feels like it does. So, other than getting drunk, is there anything else?"

"Do you remember Sean joining us?"

"Vaguely. What happened then?"

"Not much," Beth said with a grin. "Of course, unless you count telling Donna she was showing her, and I quote, 'Big Fucking Tits' to the world."

"No, I didn't!"

"Yep, and you told Donna and Sean to go fuck their brains out."

My stomach lurched. "Tell me I didn't."

"Sorry, you did."

"How they'd take that?"

"I'd say they took it better than when you said that I ate you out and implied that we were coming back here for more of the same."

As her words penetrated the fog in my brain, I stood and ran to the bathroom. My insides spilled into the toilet. Catching my breath while bent over the porcelain commode, I thought I should probably just put my head in and finish it off.

I don't know how long I was sitting on the floor when Beth knocked softly. "Alex, are you all right?"

"Other than having totally destroyed my life for real this time, I'm doing just fine."

"Unlock the door. Come back out."

I wanted to stay locked away forever, but unlocked the door and Beth pushed it open. She helped me to my feet and I rinsed my mouth out. Beth then led me back to the couch.

"More Coke and Advil," she said. "I think the last round is long gone."

I complied and sank down onto the cushions. I followed her advice and knew that with some time, my hangover would eventually pass.

"I really said that about us?"

"That is the truth, Alex. Talk about spilling the beans. Oops, I didn't mean to use that analogy."

My stomach couldn't feel any worse than it already did. I told her not to worry about it. Thinking about what Beth told me, I was sure I had completely ruined my relationship with Donna, and, probably with Sean. The two people I loved most in the world would probably never want to speak to me again. The chain reaction I started when I suggested they come on this trip had just resulted in a nuclear explosion. 

"Beth?" 

She looked at me and smiled.

"Can we go home?"

"Now?"

I nodded.

"The plane's not due back until Saturday. Besides, we have a dinner date for this evening."

"What? Who?"

"Really, Alex. Who do we know here?"

"I...I can't face Sean and Donna. Not after what you told me I said. I'm not going. Beth, can't we call and get a regular flight out of here. I'll take a boat. Maybe a long, slow trip will be just the thing. Honestly, I'll do whatever it takes to leave."

"Alex, you have to face Sean and Donna at some point. Do it now. I'm sure it won't be as bad as you think it will be."

"Beth, after what I said to them, I doubt they will ever want to see or talk to me again."

"It was their idea to get together tonight."

"What?"

"I promised I'd make you come," she paused, grinned and added, "to dinner."

In spite of my condition, I saw the humor in her statement. I almost grinned.

"But, what will I say? No, I'm definitely not going. Tell them I died. Or something easy like that."

"Alex, you are going to take a shower, put on your sexiest outfit and we are leaving in forty-five minutes. Now, if I have to get in the shower with you and soap your entire body, then I will. I mean rubbing my hands all over your flesh, making sure that I've thoroughly cleaned your tits and your..."

"Stop, I get it. I can take my own shower."

"Well, get going. I've already showered and I'm going to pick out what you should wear."

I was going to protest, but figured once I was in the shower Beth would just do what she wanted to do. I trudged into the bathroom and began to prepare for my execution. I was still slightly drunk and hungover. I prayed a shower could help eliminate both of those conditions. I washed my hair and body and then gradually turned the hot water to cold. I emerged from the shower, chilled, nursing a minor headache, but reasonably sober.

Beth had laid out a pair of white slacks that fit me snuggly and showed off my butt. For the top, she chose pink, light-weight cotton shirt. She also put a tiny black satin thong and sheer black bra on the bed. I had no such underwear and figured they must be hers. I dressed, brushed my hair, applied makeup and spritzed some perfume around me. I pulled out the front of my slacks and shot a quick puff inside. Slipping my bare feet into sandals with a medium heel, I felt somewhat put together. Forty-two minutes later we were climbing into a cab. Beth gave the driver an address. 

"That's not their hotel," I said.

"Going somewhere a little more private. I know a place my father uses. They have rooms for small dinner parties. I've arranged everything, don't worry. Sean and Donna will meet us there."

"I still don't know what I'm going to say."

Beth took my hand. "Alex, start with 'Hi'. After that, I think we'll be fine. Of course, that didn't work so well this afternoon." She smiled. "Maybe it'll be better tonight. Try to use the word 'fuck' a little bit less."

I doubted her. I also doubted my sanity for getting into this terrible mess. 

The driver pulled up to a white building that looked like a private residence. Beth paid him and we were standing under a blue canopy when a man dressed in black slacks and a starched white shirt opened the door and welcomed us.

"Good evening, Ms. Hughes. Nice to see you again."

"Nice to see you, too, Edgar. Are we all set?"

"Of course, you'll be in the Coral Room. Your guests have already arrived." He led us down a subtly lit hallway carpeted with an Oriental rug. We stopped in front of a double door of carved wood. Edgar opened it and stepped back. We entered to see Sean and Donna looking out the window at the ocean, visible under the bright moon. 

They each were holding a drink. A waiter appeared from a door on the side of the room. Beth ordered champagne and I asked for sparkling water.

Beth slipped her arm into mine and practically dragged me across the room. The four of us stood silently looking at each other.

"I believe Alex has something to say," prompted Beth.

I looked from Sean to Donna and then back at Beth. She smiled and nodded.

I took a deep breath and said, "Hi."

No one moved or said a word. I was on the verge of fleeing when Sean grinned and said warmly, "Hi. Alex. Good to see you." He leaned in and kissed my cheek.

"Hi," said Donna. She looked fantastic in a yellow blouse and navy slacks. Her dark hair was brushed shiny and her tanned skin was radiant next to the bright blouse. She hesitated and then moved to kiss my cheek. Her hand rested on my forearm and she spoke into my ear.

"Good to see you, Alex."

"Well, now that that's over," said Beth. "Nice weather we're having."

We all cracked up. The waiter arrived with our drinks. We held our glasses up and touched rims. 

Beth was superb. She directed the conversation and kept us from straying into awkward territory. She drew out from Sean and Donna all the details of what they had been doing—skillfully avoiding the parts about the bedroom. They responded and told us about snorkeling, trying hang gliding, taking a horseback ride and a jeep tour of the island. During all this conversation, we ordered dinner, enjoyed appetizers and our main courses and found ourselves at dessert and coffee.

"Look, guys, I've done my part. Now, I think the three of you need to talk. So, I'm going back to the condo. Edgar will get you a cab when you're ready. Don't worry about the bill, I'll see to that. So, good night and I hope we can connect tomorrow."

Beth stood and bent to plant soft kisses on Sean's and Donna's cheeks. "Alex, maybe I'll see you back at the condo, or maybe not. Be sure to send me a text." She kissed my cheek, stepped aside and then turned back to me. She placed a hand behind my head and pulled me gently to her. She kissed my lips and I kissed back. A second later, it was just the three of us in the room.

We each took a second coffee and after all the dishes were cleared, sat in silence.

Sean took the lead. "Alex, needless to say, we were surprised to see you here."

"Shocked is more like it," added Donna. She smiled and I could detect no hostility in her voice.

"So, why don't you tell us what's going on. Did you come here to break up with me because of Beth?" Sean said.

I could not speak. How all this suddenly shifted to me wanting to dump Sean left me voiceless. All I could do was stare. They each looked at me expectantly.

"We were both blown away that you and Beth had hooked up," said Donna. "I never thought you would ever be with a woman."

Finding my tongue, I said, "You mean a woman other than you."

"No, I mean including me. I never thought you would be attracted to a woman."

"I was attracted before, I just never acted on it. Donna, I was attracted to you. That day over brunch when you asked me to spend the week with you, I got turned on—really turned on."

"Shit, I would have propositioned you a lot sooner if I thought it would have had that effect."

We both laughed.

"Donna, I always considered myself straight. Totally straight. I think I still do, but I've been having these thoughts."

"Sounds like it was more than a thought," said Donna, "with Beth, I mean."

"Yes," I said. "Yes, it was."

I tried to explain how I ran into Beth and we talked. I told them everything including what happened in Beth's condo and how I had an orgasm. When I got to the part about Beth shaving me, Donna's eyebrows shot up.

"Finally, you decide to trim that jungle and I wasn't there. That is so not fair."

I smiled. "Well, when she finished, she asked if she could kiss me, you know, there. For some reason I said 'yes.' I was expecting it to be really quick, but I admit I enjoyed it. It lasted longer than a quick kiss and I had an orgasm. I never thought it would happen, but it did. It certainly didn't qualify as full oral sex and I did nothing to her."

"I bet she was bummed," said Donna. I smiled and nodded.

"But, why are you here?" said Sean.




High Interest Loan Ch. 03



"I was worried I was going to lose you as my boyfriend and you, Donna, as my friend," I said between sobs.

"Alex, Alex," Donna said. "Dear, sweet, Alex. Don't you get it? Sean loves you. I love you. We would never do anything to stop that love."

She stood and opened her arms and I rose and fell into them. As she stroked my hair, she continued.

"Ok, time to tell you about the rest of what we did for the week. But, let's get out of here. Come back to the hotel with us."

I looked over her shoulder at Sean and he nodded.

Edgar had a cab waiting and we were off. No one spoke on the ride. Donna was sitting between Sean and me. How appropriate, I thought.

After arriving at the hotel, Sean led us through the lobby and down a garden trail until we came to a series of bungalows and continued on until he stopped at the farthest one. He opened the door and the three of us entered.

The place was overpoweringly romantic. The four poster bed was hung with sheer netting. A big ceiling fan swirled slowly, creating a soft current that moved the netting. The linens were turned down, revealing the light blue cotton sheets under the coral colored duvet. A set of drapes covered what must be French doors facing the ocean. There was a small seating area comprised of a love seat in a soft floral pattern and two club chairs. Subdued lighting bathed the room in a yellow glow.

"Nice," I said, as my eyes kept refocusing on the huge bed.

"Can you handle a drink?" Sean asked.

"Yes."

He went through a door and I could hear a refrigerator door opening and closing. When he returned, he carried a tray with a bucket holding a bottle of white wine and three glasses. Sean poured us each a glass and we looked at each other.

"Cheers," Donna said. We toasted and took a drink. "Let's sit," she said.

Donna and I each chose a club chair and Sean sat alone on the loveseat.

"So, Alex, I am ready to tell you what happened between Sean and me. The question is, are you ready to hear it?"

I don't know if she could hear my reply of yes. I took another drink.

Donna also sipped her wine. She curled her feet underneath her. She smiled and began to talk.

"Did Sean and I have sex? Of course, and it was great. We had a lot of fun. It was like both of us knew that this was a one-time, short-lived event and let's make the most of it. I bet we spent as much time laughing as we did having sex. And, Alex, there wasn't a ten minute stretch that your name didn't come up with us. I think we both felt like you were with us the whole time."

"Even when you were having sex?"

"Yes, even then. I know because we talked about it. If either of us were ever going to have a three-way, we both said it had to be with you. I told Sean you would never get involved with a woman, but he just smiled. He said you still could surprise us. And, after what you and Beth experienced, well, who knows?"

I looked at Sean. He returned my gaze. I hoped he felt the same heat as I was experiencing.

"How was the sex?" I asked.

"Are you asking me or him?" said Donna with a chuckle.

"I know how sex is with Sean," I replied.

We both looked at Sean.

"Alex, you know I love you."

"Yes, now, how was the sex?"

"You also know that I've never been with anyone else since I met you."

"Yes, how was the sex, Sean?"

He looked at Donna and a smile crept across his face.

"Fantastic."

I nodded. "Just fantastic," I pushed.

"Alex, you told me Donna was wild. You're right. She's energetic, imaginative and, well, crazy. She's beautiful, sexy and sensuous. You've always commented on her breasts, and they are everything you described. Sensitive and fun. I enjoyed every second of it. But, Alex, I would give all of it back to be with you. Donna, I hope you don't hate me for that. The fact is Donna and I fucked like mad people, but I love you."

I couldn't hold back the tears. Sean told me everything I had been fearing and also everything I wanted to hear. I rushed over to him and plopped on his lap. Kissing him hard, I whispered how I love him.

"Uh, time for me to take a long walk on the beach," Donna said.

"Stay right there," I said, practically shouting.

Donna froze.

"All week I've been imagining how the two of you were together. Sean just described it quite well. Thank you, dear. But, it's now time to see if imagination and reality have anything in common."

"You mean..." said Donna.

"I mean I want to watch the two of you fuck."

Donna and Sean locked eyes. 

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Jesus, Sean, do you think there is another guy in the world who would question such an idea. You get to perform with the sexiest woman we know and have an audience."

"So, all you want to do is watch?" asked Donna.

"As they say, let's play this one by ear."

"Alex, believe me I want to," said Donna. "But, this seems like a big turnaround for you. I mean you flew all the way here because you were concerned about us being together. Now, you want to watch us. I don't get it."

She was right, something had changed. 

"Look, guys, I've had my eyes opened. Donna, I'm sorry to say it was because of what Beth and I experienced. For so long I kept myself in a tight cocoon. I don't think I realized I was so sheltered. Having Sean made it easy to not think about anything else. When you propositioned me, I guess that was the first crack in the dam. I began to think about a sexual scenario that didn't involve making love with the man I love. My long buried and mostly denied desires began to seep through."

I checked their faces to see if I could detect horror or hate. I saw neither and so continued.

"Then Beth opened the crack a lot wider. Oh god, that sounds so awful. I meant in terms of the dam. But, she did open me physically. At first I was humiliated to think that I could so easily give in to a sexual urge. Then, I thought that there was nothing wrong. I liked the feeling. I liked doing something that was different. I wanted to find out more about myself and what other pleasures I could have. Of course, all this was in the context that I had a safe refuge with Sean and that you, Donna, would always be my friend. So, I want to see you two together because I want to push my own boundaries. I want to find out more about the timid Alex. It's time for wild Alex to open up out of her cocoon."

I tried to gauge their reactions. I saw a combination of shock and interest on their faces. "Beth said I never saw the dark side of people, including myself. I am beginning to understand what she meant. Maybe I want to get rid of the blinders that kept be from seeing the dark side and that this dark side could be a lot of fun. I want to watch the two of you. I want to see if what I imagined is close to reality. I want to completely leap out of my safe zone. Show me the dark side."

Donna and Sean smiled at me and each took me by the hand. I squeezed them and told them to go to the bed and I would be there in a second. As they walked away, I texted Beth to tell her I would not be coming to the condo tonight.

We all stood next to the bed. I kissed Sean. Turning, I kissed Donna on the mouth. Our lips pressed together and I was the first to extend my tongue. She opened and greedily accepted it. With our arms around each other we kissed for a long time.

I finally moved back. "Sean, undress Donna."

I climbed up onto the bed that rested on a platform and watched. While she undid her cuffs, Sean unbuttoned her blouse, exposing a tan, lacy bra that could barely contain her breasts. Tenderly, he freed her arms and dropped the blouse to the floor. Kneeling, he undid her slacks and eased them off, removing her shoes as he did so. While on his knees he rolled her tan thong down her legs. Donna's thin dark strip seemed to glisten in the soft light. I assumed that was because of the moisture accumulating there. Sean leaned in and kissed her pussy. Donna pushed his head into her sex.

I moved a hand between my legs and gently stroked myself through my pants.

Sean stood and removed Donna's bra. Now totally naked, the lone white spot on her body was the area that had been contained under her bikini bottom. Her nipples looked like tiny spears. Sean licked one and pinched the other and Donna groaned. It was a sound that made my pussy envious.

"Strip him, Donna."

Donna was much quicker than Sean and had him naked in a few seconds. Her hand slid up and down his erection. They turned to face me.

"I'm going to take your clothes off, Alex," said Donna. "You don't have to do anything, but I want you naked while I fuck your boyfriend."

I said nothing as Donna straddled my waist as I sat against the headboard and pulled my shirt up out of my slacks. She leaned forward to unbutton it and take it the rest of the way off. Her breasts were no more than an inch from my face. I could no longer resist and I took a nipple between my lips. The cry from her was almost not human. As I gently sucked her, she undid my bra and it fell between us. Donna ran her hands over my chest and I reflexively bit down on her nipple.

"Ouch! Jesus, Alex, that one hurt." I released her.

"Sorry, your fingers sent an electric charge all over my breasts."

"Oh, yeah, well, see how this feels." She pushed me flat on the bed and squeezed my right breast so her mouth could cover it. The feeling went from electric to unbearable. I let out a long throaty mewl.

I felt the bed shift and saw Sean kneeling beside us. Donna freed my nipple and took his erection into her mouth. She moved up and I felt her moist pussy rubbing against my breast. We held this position and Sean began to pump into Donna's mouth. He pulled away and said he was getting close too fast.

"Finish undressing her, Donna," he urged

Donna knelt beside me and pulled my slacks and underwear off in one motion as I lifted my hips. I had already discarded my shoes, so I was now naked. She ran her hand over my newly shaven pussy and my hips rose in reaction.

She started to slip a finger inside, but I grabbed her wrist.

"Just a quick kiss and then fuck him, first. I need to see this."

Donna scooted down as I spread my thighs. She looked at my newly shaved pussy and used her fingers to spread my lips, exposing the wetness inside. Bowing her head, she let her lips capture my entire sex. Her warm breath seemed to penetrate through my pussy to my soul. When her tongue licked me from bottom to top, I found myself at the edge of the abyss. I pushed her away. 

"Not now, Donna, not now."

"Promise me I can come back to you," she said.

"Fuck him, Donna."

We pulled the covers down and Sean lay on his back. Donna sat on his shoulders, her pussy hovering over his lips. While looking at me, she lowered herself onto him. Her mouth opened as Sean's tongue penetrated her. As he tongued her she rode his face. At one point she leaned back, her arms extended behind her, and pushed her pussy hard against him. I could see him licking and probing with his tongue. My hand moved and for the first time I touched another woman's clit. I rubbed it without pushing back the hood. Donna screamed and started to orgasm. Sean kept licking and I continued rubbing the nub. She came for what seemed like an eternity until she brushed my hand away and rolled off Sean onto her back.

He leaned over and opened a drawer in the table. Pulling out a condom, he ripped it open and rolled it on. He was between her legs before she had time to recover. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, positioned the tip of his erection at her opening. He smiled at me, and in one long movement buried himself inside her. She cried out again. Immediately he began slowly fucking her. As he picked up his pace, I was finally able to see what I had heard so very many times through the walls of our old apartment. Donna was making sounds that undoubtedly encouraged Sean, but there were no words I could recognize. Sean now was moving fast and hitting hard. The sloppy sounds filled the room, along with animal noises from both of them.

"Getting close," he cried through gritted teeth. "Me, too," she said. "Go for it."

Although I thought he could not possibly go faster, Sean did. To me it looked like he was going at her harder than he ever did with me. He had his hands around her thighs and pulled her to him as he completed his thrusts. I also realized Donna was reacting with more abandon than I could ever call up as she pushed her hips in response to his ramming. It was then I realized I had two fingers buried in my pussy and was bringing myself to an explosion. Just a few seconds more and I would be there. 

Sean cried out and his thrusts became erratic as I imagined he was filling his condom. Donna screamed and pushed her pussy hard against Sean's groin and kept it there as both rode out their orgasms. I was so enthralled by witnessing this primal act that I stopped fingering myself and thus stunted my relief.

The silence in the room was only disturbed by heavy breathing. Sean fell onto the bed between Donna and me. His softening erection was still sheathed in the condom. It took us a few minutes to calm down. Donna pulled off the condom and dropped it in a wastebasket by the bed. She bent over and began to clean his soft penis. I joined her and the two of us sucked and licked him clean, our tongues touching frequently. His taste, although familiar, seemed more exotic as I also felt Donna's tongue touching mine. She held his penis and we enjoyed taking turns sucking him. Sean moved on the bed, letting us know how much he liked what we were doing. I knew he could not get hard again so soon, but I also knew his penis stayed hyper-sensitive after a big orgasm. 

"What's next?" asked Donna as she let his penis rest on his thigh.

"Take a look ladies, I'm done for a bit."

We both regarded his cute, but flaccid, penis. Donna looked at me. I smiled.

She climbed over Sean and he moved to the edge of the bed. 

Donna and I kissed. "Are you sure, Alex?"

"Goddamn it, Donna, if you ask me again I will kick your ass out of here."

Grinning she pushed me hard onto the surface and lay on top of me. Her breasts covered mine and her mouth attached to my lips. We made out for a long time before she rolled to her side. She is an excellent kisser. Her hand played with my breasts and next her lips were on a nipple. She sucked and teased me. I felt her finger at my pussy. I let my thighs fall open and in she went.

Once she knew I was allowing her entry, Donna became aggressive. She fingered me with one, then two fingers and worked them until she was touching the sensitive spot inside. I murmured my approval and pushed up with my hips. Donna kept her mouth working from breast to breast as her fingers led me along the climb to release.

I was just about there when she pulled her fingers out and her mouth came free of my breast. 

"No," I cried.

I had only a second to mourn the loss before she pushed me onto my back and her head was between my legs. I opened my eyes to look down at the luxurious black hair flowing over my thighs and blond pussy. Donna pulled my thighs apart and positioned my legs on her shoulders. When her tongue touched the bottom of my cleft I let out most unAlex-like growl. 

"Yes! Donna, God, yes!"

As if she needed encouragement, Donna pushed her tongue inside me and then licked every inch of my sex. I was so wet that I could feel the moisture running down, running past my buns and pooling underneath me. Donna refocused her attention directly to my clit and I almost blacked out. Compared to Beth's tender exploration and Sean's respectful approach, I now understood the full meaning of being eaten out. Donna was devouring my pussy.

I am not sure if I was talking or even making sounds. All my attention was focused on my pussy and the waves of pleasure flowing from there. Donna must have sensed my approaching climax for she reinserted two fingers inside as her mouth and tongue continued their stimulation. As a finger touched my special spot, she bit ever so lightly on my clit.

I came and came. I never felt a release like this before. I thought every nerve ending was being touched with a hot poker and my brain was draining out my ears. Donna would not relent and the orgasm continued. Finally, I had to stop or I was afraid I would pass out. I pushed her hard and pulled my knees to my chest. Rolling on to my side, I saw Sean staring into my eyes. There was nothing but love shining from him. I smiled, closed my eyes and darkness fell.

Sometime later I awoke to discover that only Sean and I remained in the bed. I went to the bathroom, and returning noticed that Donna's clothes from tonight were missing.

I nudged Sean and he rolled over. 

"Hey, beautiful," he said.

I kissed him. "Where's Donna?"

"Uh, she's gone to Beth's. After, well, after you know, she told me she wanted us to have some alone time. I tried to convince her to stay, but she insisted."

"Do you think she wanted to make love with Beth?"

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

"Because, Sean, they have been on and off lovers for a while."

"Holy shit. This thing keeps getting more complicated."

"What thing is that?" I asked.

"Well, you and me, me and Donna, Donna and you, me, you and Donna, and now Donna and Beth, and, yeah, let's not forget you and Beth. I think this is more involved than fantasy football with all the possible teams."

"Did you want Donna to stay?"

"What I want is you."

We slid into each other's arms. "Are you disgusted about me and Donna?"

He laughed. "God, no, Alex. I don't want to give you up to her, but if that is something that means something to you, then I can live with it."

"Would you want a three-way with Donna and me?"

"I feel like I'm back when you first proposed Donna and I go away together. I think this is a test or something."

"That's not an answer."

"The answer is right now I want you. I want to make love to you this instant. Can we just let all these other possibilities go away for a while?"

I nodded in agreement. "So, you want to make love to me and not fuck me? I guess I wouldn't hold up in comparison to Donna in the fucking department."

"Let me rephrase what I want," Sean said. "I want to make love to you and, then, I want to fuck your brains out. How's that?"

"Sounds perfect," I cooed. I felt his erection pushing against my stomach. I longed for it to be inside me. I wanted my man back.

Sean was on top of me and slowly slid his erection deep inside. As he began to fulfill his promise of doing something to my brain, I realized I was collecting interest on my loan.

*** 

The week ended with Sean and me staying in the bungalow and Donna and Beth staying in the condo. We had no problem filling the time with long sessions in bed, or in the shower, or on the couch, well, we had a lot of fun. Certainly, we made it to the beach. Donna and Alex joined us one afternoon.

Donna and I took a long walk together on the beach. I told her I knew about her relationship with Beth. Donna was relieved. She asked if she and I would ever be lovers again. I told her that since she had given me an outrageous orgasm. I at least owed her one. I tried to tactfully bring up the subject of her and Beth.

"Jesus, Alex, don't beat around the bush. Well, actually that's an appropriate analogy. Yes, Beth and I have been screwing like bunnies. We have been hot for each other for a long time. Now with you knowing about it, we were like just letting it all out. Lots of fun."

"And, let me get back to that promise to give me an orgasm. I have a question. Did you really mean just one?" she teased.

"You might not like me in bed."

"God, Alex, I'm on the edge of coming just thinking about us together. So, put any doubts away."

I assured her Sean would be all right with it. She asked if Sean and I would ever be with her. I told her I didn't know, but hoped we would. She then mentioned that Beth suggested that maybe the three of us girls could have some fun together. "You know sort of a grown-up pajamas party, well, without the pajamas."




High Interest Loan Ch. 03



I said that would be like Sean loaning me to her and Beth. Now, that would be a real High Interest Loan.

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