11 comments/ 46654 views/ 17 favorites Side Order By: Penelope Street ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Side Order © 2011 by Penelope Street From the moment our eyes met, there was only him. The prattle of customers and co-workers, the sizzling meat on the grill, and the clatter of stainless steel; all of it must have reached my ears, but went no farther. I couldn't smell the permeating odor of grilled animal fat or feel the coarseness of my uniform over my shoulders. Only a vision reached my mind's inner sanctum: Sky blue eyes; complexion fit for a baby; the vaguest hint of a beard; chin, nose, and brow, all pointed just so; short, golden hair that didn't need a comb to look in place; shoulders broad without being bulky; a torso that tapered to his loins, where my eyes were want to linger no matter which way he faced. My vision brought a dream with it. My fingers roamed the ripples of his belly, a texture I had never even seen, but could still picture. He spoke to me, simple things, "Hey, beautiful, good to see you again." His subtle muskiness greeted my nose as he leaned his mouth toward mine. I tasted the salt, then the sweetness, of his lips. But my dream was only an instant of indulgence before reality intruded. A buzzer sounded, announcing the French Fries were done. The girl two registers down dropped a shake. In the lobby, a baby began to cry. Again I wondered if it was but my own wishful imagination that he never got in anyone else's queue, no matter how long mine was. I flashed him that smile, the one I saved just for him, before forcing myself to count out my current customer's change. I hurried through the other patrons in my line with due haste. After another half an eternity, he stood once again just across the counter. How I longed to greet him with anything aside from, "May I take your order?" Not that I needed to ask, since I already knew what he would order. "Grilled Chicken Sandwich Meal, hold the sauce, with a medium Coke." Each time he said it, I wanted to reply, 'You want sex with that?' But, of course, I never dared. Still wearing a smile, though not his special one, I punched his items into my register, all the while lost in my own little piece of heaven. I had already totaled his order when he continued, "and a Double Bacon Cheeseburger Deluxe, Medium Fries. Oh, and a Large Chocolate Shake." Curious, but not alarmed, I amended the order, accepted his payment, gathered his food, flashed his special smile again, and thanked him before our brief time together was once more at an unwelcome end. I watched him walk away, that short trip to his favorite table; so near, yet so far. Only then did I become distressed, and rightly so, for his companion was the horror of horrors, a petite little blonde; so cute that regular cute ran and hid for fear of comparison. How could she devour a Double Bacon Cheeseburger Deluxe and a Large Chocolate Shake yet stay that thin? It defied all the laws of the universe, and some beyond that. It just wasn't fair! I glanced to his hair, then hers, and prayed the comparable hue identified the couple as siblings. I looked lower, to the girl's nose, then to his, searching in near desperation for similarities. "Miss? Hello? Miss?" I pried my attention from them and looked across the counter. "I'm sorry, Ma'am," I said. "May I take your order?" * * * * * I left work that day far more dejected than most. The majority of days I was a twenty-six year old who wondered if tomorrow would be the day when she finally chose to change her life. Today I wondered if I would ever change it. And all because some guy I didn't even know had eaten lunch with some girl I didn't even know. I scolded myself for being so depressed about such a silly thing and departed the food court with the intention of wandering the mall for a bit and trying to take my mind off of it all with a little window shopping. "Rebecca?" I turned to locate the source, expecting that there was simply some other person with my name nearby. My heart all but stopped. I opened my mouth as if to speak, but my lower lip simply hung quivering. He waited several seconds before he asked, "Your name is Rebecca, isn't it?" I nodded. "Yes, but my friends call me Becca." "I'm Todd." His eyes drifted down to my bosom, then bounced back to my face. "May I call you Becca then?" I shook my head. "Not until the third date." My lips tightened as the boldness of my words registered within the portion of my brain not responsible for speech. Todd chuckled through a grin. "Well, I have been meaning to ask you out for a while, but I don't think it's right asking a lady out when she's at work because she can't tell a guy to get lost, you know." I could hardly keep from laughing. Like anyone would ever tell you to get lost. I caught myself leaning with my nose as I tried to gain but a hint of his aroma. "Well?" Todd prompted. I vibrated my retreating head. "What?" "I said I couldn't ask you out at work." "So," I said, still not daring to believe the obvious, "are you asking me out now?" Todd nodded. "Yeah, I'm asking." My lips blossomed once again into that special smile. "I accept!" * * * * * "So, who is he?" asked Valerie. I spat out a few pieces of my salad before looking across the table to my older sister. "How did you know?" Val bounced her eyebrows once and then held them high. "You have that glow, like you're finally getting some. So, are you?" I blushed and glanced about the food court, seeking any passersby within earshot. Seeing none, I brought my gaze back to my sibling. "His name's Todd. So far we've been out twice." "Twice already? You have been holding out on me!" "No," I said. "There really isn't much to tell. Just dinner and a movie. Nothing special." Valeria laughed. "If it's nothing special, why are you so aglow?" "Maybe because I want it to be something special?" "Don't we all! You still didn't answer my question?" "Which one?" "Are you getting any?" "You're the worst!" I rolled my eyes. "We haven't even kissed. Both times he walked me to the door and said goodnight." "So he's the perfect gentleman?" "Yes, damn him! I wanted to ask him inside worse than you know, but I didn't want to appear sleazy." "Oh, I know," said Valerie. "Trust me, I know. But last I heard, we'd made it to the twenty-first century. We don't need to worry about appearing sleazy, especially not at our age. If you want it, sister, you should just go for it." "Are you sure?" "Hey, I'm not just your sister, I'm your bestest friend. And, yeah, I'm sure." "Thanks," I said with a subtle grin. "You are my bestest friend." "Ok then, what's bothering you now?" "What do you mean?" "Your expression," she said. "You just had some doubts, didn't you?" I shrugged. "Well, Todd was with this cute little blonde the day he asked me out. I have this nagging feeling her appearance that day was no coincidence, but I didn't want to be nosy and ask about her." "You are such a wimp!" "Oh!" I grimaced, tensed, and squealed all at once. "I know!" "Never mind, Sis. I'll find out for you." "You will?" "Sure," Valerie said. "What are bestest friends for? Now tell me all about him." "Oh, I'm not even sure where to begin?" "That's easy. Start with the good part." "His eyes," I said. "His eyes are like, uh, what's that blue gem, lighter than a sapphire?" "Topaz?" "Yeah! Those!" My gaze drifted upward and my focus became distant. "His eyes are just like those." * * * * * Thirty hours later, Todd escorted me back to my apartment door in an awkward silence. I wanted some crickets to chirp, but no sound reached my ears beyond the movement of rubber over asphalt on the nearby street. When we reached the door, he stopped and turned those big blues down to me. "Thank you for a lovely evening." I smirked; his good-byes were more predictable than his lunch orders. "Me too." I took a deep breath as if it might supplement my courage. "But I don't want this evening to be over just yet." Todd's head leaned to one side; otherwise he neither moved nor spoke. I pushed my lips together in a line. Releasing his hand, I turned and brought my key to the handle. With a quick twist, I threw the door wide and stood aside; inviting him to enter and practically daring him to do anything else. Todd swallowed and wandered through my doorway. He glanced about and shuffled with his hands in his pockets. "Nice place." I followed him inside, closed the door, and turned on the inside light. Ok, he's in. You made that third date comment when he first asked you out. He can count to three, can't he? With a smirk, I decided there was only one way to find out. I grabbed his shirt and pulled his body to mine, then stretched my legs to bring my face toward his. Our first kiss was anything but restrained. I seized Todd's lips with my own, caressing, exploring, and massaging them, until seconds later he began to reply in kind. So unwilling was I for the moment to end that I continued on until want of oxygen compelled my withdrawal. "Wow," Todd gasped. He slid from my arms and fell to his knees. My entire body stiffened as he grabbed the lower edge of my loose-fitting tee and tucked his head beneath. I could but swallow, being otherwise paralyzed by his sudden display of initiative. He began to kiss my abdomen and I tensed. With his lips kissing their way across my midsection, he loved with his mouth that part of me about which I had always been most self-conscious. My legs began to quiver and my hands sought his still-shrouded head for balance. His fingers found my jean's zipper. I kicked my shoes from my feet and he drew the denim down my thighs. I closed my eyes and shivered as I imagined where his lips might be next. He didn't make me wait long. I had but felt the coolness of the air on my bare legs before he stood, taking the hem of my tee with him. I raised my arms and soon I stood before him clad in only my bra. His eyes roamed my body before settling on the only portion still covered. "Oh," he breathed, "you are so beautiful." My hips squirmed as I heard the words I'd so often fantasized he might say. "Tell me again," I whispered. "You." He pulled my body to his and lowered his face. "Are." He rubbed the tip of his nose on mine. "Beautiful." Again we kissed. His hands slid about me, and his fingers found the fasteners of my bra. With a delicate languor, he undid each hook. If my mouth hadn't been full of his, I might have told him it was easier just to pull the damn thing over my head. Unlike the motion of his fingers, our lips beset one another at an urgent pace. We licked. We nibbled. We whimpered. At last I felt fabric loosen. He eased his mouth away from mine and stepped backward, taking with him the last of my clothing. Again he ogled me with those blazing blue orbs. He licked his lips. "Big circles too," he said. "I love them. You are so lovely." "Show me," I begged. "Show me." He knelt and pulled me to him. His face nestled between my breasts. Each of his hands cupped a side of my bosom, and he pulled my flesh toward his. With his eyes closed, he rubbed his cheeks upon me thus. He kissed me right over my heart. "Yes." He shifted and kissed the inner edge of my left breast. "So round." His lips moved to my right. "So soft." He nipped at my softness. "So perfect." With continued praise, he made his way towards my nipple at an all too calculated pace. My shoulders undulated with my want. I wrapped my fingers in his locks and dragged his face those final precious inches. "Yes," I said. "Do it!" He engulfed the entire center of my breast and began to suckle with his tongue playing over my enraged nub. I let go of his hair, but kept my hands wrapped about his scalp and pulled his face deeper into me. Closing my eyes, I savored the sensation of his mouth upon me. He suckled and slurped and laved and nibbled until I said, "The other one's jealous." I again grasped his hair and steered him to his new target. "Umm," he murmured as he accepted my other nipple into his mouth. His hands left my bosom and began to roam my body, groping me in time with the movement of his lips and tongue. My breath soon came in anxious gasps and tremors shook my body. "I want more," I breathed. One of his arms wrapped about my waist. The other encircled my thighs and he lifted me with startling ease. "Show me where to go," he whispered before shifting his mouth back to my other breast. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and gave his head a twist. His legs responded at once. Using his locks in the manner of reins, I steered him through my tiny flat, ducked through a doorway, and guided him to my bed, where we collapsed with his lips still glued to my bosom. "I want to feel you in me," I whispered. He ran his tongue once about my areola, then kissed and nibbled his way along the underside of my breast and onto my tummy. Down my abdomen he went, leaving a trail of moistness in the wake of his lips, all the while looking upward into my eyes. When I realized what he had in mind, I scissored my legs and rubbed him with my thighs. "Oh, yes," I said. "Do it!" He rubbed the tip of his nose three times about my navel before continuing onward to that softest portion of my tummy. There he kissed and nibbled again, just like he had done with the underside of my bosom. To one side he veered, off my abdomen and onto my thigh. A spasm jerked my hips. "Wrong way," I said and coiled my fingers once more within his locks. Using his hair again in the manner of reins, I guided him from my leg and until his nose was planted within my folds. He closed his eyes and inhaled an audible and lengthy breath. "Oh," he said with his exhale tickling me just so. "I love the way you smell." Again he inhaled before shifting just enough to plant his open mouth over my moistness. His confined exhale warmed me, but his tongue was nowhere to be felt. My hips vaulted from the mattress. I tugged his hair. My sex clenched, echoing a tightness apparent in my tone. "Don't make me wait," I whispered. "Do it. Do it now!" I felt his fingers bite into the flesh of my ass. Onto my thighs his hands slid, caressing and groping as they went. At that point, I much preferred the latter. He did not stop until his spread hands cupped the backside of my knees. Upward he pushed, forcing my thighs skyward and backward until he had almost folded me in half. With me thus exposed, his tongue at last sprang from his mouth to lave the length of my crease. My sex twitched beneath his tardy assault. "Oh!" I gasped and unwound my fingers from his hair. "Yes! That's it. Lick. Lick!" Again and again, he drew his spread tongue over my folds and, when they had at last parted, between them. My fingers stroked his scalp in time with the motion of his tongue over me. "Inside," I begged between ragged breaths. "I want you inside." I half-expected he'd disobey and tease me more, but he answered my whimpered want by plunging his tongue into me while his nose rutted amid my upper folds. My mouth flew wide and I inhaled a brief gasp. My hips pushed upward even more, compelling him to grind his face onto me and allowing him to reach just a few more nerve endings that screamed for his attention. Within me, his tongue swirled in deep, deliberate, delicious circles. My entire form began to undulate in sync with the movement of his diminutive, yet glorious muscle. "Oh, oh!" I gasped in time with a pair of brisk exhales. My spine arched all the way to my neck. I closed the lids over my quaking eyes and felt the moisture squeeze from therein. My thighs pushed against where his hands still held my knees, to no avail. Within my shivering sex, his tongue imparted a sublime heat that smoldered a precious few heartbeats before becoming a tingling, like a terrible itch that begged to be scratched, yet was just out of reach. Except it wasn't out of reach. I slid my splayed fingers under my thigh and over my abdomen until they found the enraged nub his nose teased instead of pleased. There I massaged my flesh in time with the tango of his tongue. My hips shuddered. My ass cheeks tightened. My thighs trembled. I felt his fingers press into the sides of my knees and the pressure of his forearms on the backs of my legs as he held me in place. My body wound itself until my lips spasmed over my clenched teeth. I emitted a brief, warbled moan. Between my rubbing fingers and his rutting tongue, a tingling ignited and every muscle in my form quivered. An extended wail left my lips and the tension flowed from my body in a tangible, fluid form. He sputtered for a half-breath before his tongue once more laved my inner passage. "Oh," I breathed. "Yes. More!" I felt my moisture flow over and between my ass cheeks before soaking into my sheet. So wet. So wanton. So wonderful. I became absorbed with the ecstasy of that moment, and all of those that followed. * * * * * "So what did he do next?" asked Valerie, excitement apparent in her high pitch and low volume. I stole a glance to make sure no strangers had crept within earshot, and then leaned across the table. "It was unbelievable! I don't think he ever took his mouth off of me, no matter how much I squirted him." I squeezed my thighs together, reliving the encounter in her mind "He must have licked me for like an hour as if I was Cleopatra, or some fucking goddess." "Really? An hour?!" "Ok," I said, "Maybe it was half that. I really don't know, but it was so long and he was so good. I came more last night than my whole life before." Val bounced her brow. "And?" "And I may need a new mattress." "Get a plastic cover. What happened next?" "Finally I got up enough nerve to tell him I'd like to fuck." "Nerve?" chortled Valerie. "The man had his tongue in your twat for how long and you were worried he wouldn't want to put his dick there instead?" "Well, he'd licked me for so long I was beginning to wonder, so I finally asked. And guess what?" "What?" "He said he doesn't care for condoms. Just hates them." I paused to again scan for eavesdroppers. Finding none, I looked back across the table. "So I told him I didn't care, I wanted to fuck anyway." Valerie bolted upright and gasped. "You didn't!" "I did, but he still wouldn't." Val exhaled a sigh. "Good for him! Sounds like he could be a keeper." My sister leaned back across the table. "Then what?" "So then I offered to blow him." "I thought you hated that?" "It was all I could think of." I shrugged. "I figured maybe I could learn to like it." "Oh, you can," Val sniggered. "You definitely can." "Yeah," I said. "I know. You've told me a hundred times." Valerie smiled. "In that case, why don't you tell me just once so I know you heard?" I sighed and gave another glance left and right before turning her eyes back across the table. I leaned forward and said in a semi-sarcastic tone, "Men want sex more than women, so learning to please your man orally is important." "Crucial," said Valerie. "Not just important, it's crucial." "Yeah, yeah," I replied. "Ok, it's crucial because you can satisfy him in five minutes when you're really not in the mood." "You forgot swallowing. That's crucial too. It's like the icing on the cake for them, and who wants a cake without frosting?" I wrinkled my nose. "Totally gross frosting." "You haven't even tried it." "You told me how it tastes." Val shrugged. "It's an acquired taste to be sure, but once you see how much they love it, you'll know why it's worth acquiring." Side Order "Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first ninety-nine times. Swallowing is all it takes to soothe the savage beast." "That pretty much covers it," said Val. "I remember once I told Mark I wanted to stop for a pumpkin latte and he went off on this 'waste of ten good minutes and five good dollars' grumble and all I had to do was remind him that I could suck him off twice in that amount of time and it wouldn't cost him a cent. He turned that car right around." I shook my head. "Do you really believe extortion is the bedrock of a sound relationship?" Val smiled. "Call it what you like, but men are practical and two blowjobs for a pumpkin latte is one hell of a good deal. So how'd it go with you?" She bounced her brow twice. "I take it you still didn't treat Todd to the real deal?" I shrugged and sighed. "I didn't treat him to any deal. He wouldn't do that either." "Whoa!" Val's brow dropped to shroud her eyes. "Now that is weird!" "So then," I continued, "he asked if I had any toys. I got one of my vibrators from my bed stand and that wasn't bad, but it wasn't what I really wanted, you know?" "Oh, yeah." Val nodded. "I know. I know." * * * * * A week passed before we lunched again. "How's it going with Todd?" Valerie asked as soon as we had dispensed with hellos. "I'm not sure," I admitted. "We still go out, we still have fun, and I still soak the sheets every time he touches me, but he still won't let me near his dick. I told him I'm on BC, but he says he's just not ready yet. It makes me wonder, is there something wrong with me?" For some seconds, Valerie just stared across the table. "I think I know why he's reluctant and you're not going like it." I sat upright and swallowed. "Go on." "I spied on them a bit. The blonde is Kristi. Whenever he's not with you, he's with her. They even work together." "She's a pharmacist too?" "No," Val said. "She just works at the counter, but that's not the worst news." "Out with it already!" Valerie shook her head. "They're married." I gasped. "What?" Val nodded. "Yep." "But he doesn't wear a ring?" "Neither does she, which really makes me wonder what they're up to." I shook my head. "How do you know?" "I asked her." "You did what?" "Once when I was eavesdropping I distinctly heard her say, 'Have you forgotten you're married,' in a not so nice voice and I decided I had to know for sure, so I caught her alone and asked her." "It doesn't make sense." My gaze fell to the table as I considered Todd's secrecy and reluctance. When I brought my eyes upward again to my sister, they had narrowed. "How do you know it's true?" "I really don't know what they're up to," Valerie said. "Who knows? Maybe he's not really into you, but she is? That would explain why she was there that day." "I don't believe it! Did she say that?" "Nope," Val replied. "After she told me they were married, she pretty much clammed up and told me it was really none of my business. I wanted to slap the snitty little bitch, but I didn't really see how it would help you." "I still don't believe it. If you felt his tongue, you'd know he was definitely into me!" "Maybe so." Valerie shrugged. "But looks like he's at least into her too, and in ways he's not into you. No matter who he's into, something weird is going on and weird is never good. So maybe you'd best quit talking to me about it and talk to him instead." "I will," I vowed with my jaw set. "I will." * * * * * Several minutes later, I slid into the driver's seat of my car with my pissed-off meter pegged and all but punched the buttons through my phone. Todd answered on the third ring. "Hey! I was just thinking of you." I decided not to give my courage a chance to waiver and skipped pleasantries. "Why won't you have real sex with me?" It was several seconds before he replied, "I just didn't want to rush things, but we really don't have to wait any longer." "Really?" I asked. "And this lack of rushing doesn't have anything to do with, like, maybe, you having a wife?" "I, uh," Todd stammered before pausing to sigh. "How'd you find out?" I gasped. "So it's true?!" "Yeah." "Yeah?" I snapped. "That's it? Just yeah?!" "I was going to tell you." "When?" I asked through clenched teeth. "Afterwards?" "No," he said. "I just, well, I couldn't seem to find the right moment and, well, I didn't think it would really matter." "Wouldn't matter? How the hell can it not matter?" "I really care for you. Is it such a big deal?" "Big deal?!" I said. "Dishonesty practically fucking defines big deal. I don't even know how you can live with yourself." Several seconds passed before Todd managed a meek, "I'm sorry." "Save it for your next squeeze," I suggested and terminated the call. My phone slipped through my fingers. I leaned until my forehead rested on my steering wheel and began to weep. * * * * * Todd's regular appearances in the food court ceased and my spirits tumbled each day to a new low. Each day, that is, until the little blonde appeared in my queue a week later. "Large Chocolate Shake," said Kristi. "We need to talk." "Buck ninety-two," I replied in my most laconic tone. "Don't see why." Kristi slid two bills across the counter. "Because I want to explain about Todd. What time are you off?" "Eight cents is your change, ma'am." I set the coins on the counter and shoved them across with the tips of my fingers. "About five." "Works for me," Kristi said. While I prepared her shake, I tried to imagine what she thought we needed to discuss, but I still hadn't come up with a thing by the time I slid her cup across the counter. "Thank you and have a nice day," I said with the nastiest faux smile I could manage. "Thank you." She flashed a genuine smile and took her shake. "I'll be waiting in the court at five. See you then." * * * * * True to her word, Kristi waited at a table several hours later. "Hi," she said with a token smile. "I'm happy you made it." I took the seat opposite her. "Ok, what do you want?" She chewed her lower lip. "I want to start by apologizing." "So go ahead," I said with a shrug. "Apologize." The blonde swallowed, then nodded and closed her eyes. "I'm sorry I mislead your sister." I looked at her sideways. "About what?" "I didn't exactly lie," Kristi said. "That's how I told myself it was ok when I said it, but I still allowed her to believe something that isn't true." "Ok. So what exactly isn't true?" "Todd isn't married to me." My eyes narrowed. "But he is married?" "Technically, yes." "Technically?! What the fuck does that mean?" "His divorce won't be final for another few weeks." I wiggled my head through a trio of quick shakes. "Divorce?" Kristi nodded. "Yep." "So who the hell is he married to?" "Linda." "Is there anyone else in this fucking little soap opera I need to know about?" "Look," Kristi said. "I know it was desperate and cruel and wrong, but I've been in love with Todd for years and it just didn't seem fair. I didn't realize how wrong it was until after you dumped him. Seeing how crushed he was, I knew how sad I'd made him. So I just want him to be happy, even if that means he is with you. I really am sorry." "Are you for real?" "Yeah," Kristi said. "Real bad. And real sorry. Really, I am." "Does he know?" I asked. "That you lied, I mean." "I didn't lie. She only asked if he was married, not to whom." "Whatever! Does he know?" "No." Kristi looked down and shook her head. "I don't know how I'm going to tell him. I just know he'll hate me. I deserve it of course." She slumped in her chair and sighed. "At least before I was his best friend. Now I won't even be that. Oh, fuck! What have I done?" "So you've known Todd long?" "Forever. We grew up next door neighbors." "Wow," I said. "And you were never a couple?" "No." "Why not?" "Like I know!" Kristi shook her head and a tear crept from her eye. "I always thought we would be, you know, but then he met some skank at college and before you could blink, they were married. Oh my God. That was bad. And now this, this is worse." "Skank?!" My eyes widened. "Wait! Is that why he won't have sex with me?!" Kristi leaned back and crossed her arms. "Do you have to rub it in my face you get to be with him and I don't?" "I'm not trying to be cruel," I said, "though I really don't think you could blame me if I was. It's just... I'm still trying to put all the pieces together." "Fine, then," Kristi said. "Yeah. He wouldn't do it with you because he wanted to be sure he was safe. Linda was a real skank. Cheated on him with who knows how many men. Can you believe the stupid bitch had Todd and thought that wasn't enough?" My head moved in a slow bob. "Yeah, hard to imagine." "I know!" Kristi said. "So, anyway, that's why he couldn't do it. He wasn't sure she hadn't given him some disease and he hadn't got his test results back yet." "He's almost too thoughtful." "Yeah," Kristi replied. "You're telling me? You know what the crazy part is? He got his results back the day you dumped him." "Really?" "Yep." "In a sitcom, that could pass for funny." She shook her head. "You really hurt him. I don't think it's funny." "I had a little help hurting him." Kristi nodded. "Point taken. I'm trying to make up for it. Really I am." "So his results were negative?" "All clear." "Why didn't he just tell me about Linda?" "I don't know?" Kristi shrugged. "Maybe he was worried about scaring you away?" "Hard to believe he thought that would scare me away." "Yeah." Kristi sighed and looked upward into the distance. "I know. What could scare anyone away from Todd?" "So you two hang out all the time, right?" "Yeah. Well, I guess we used to." "And what do you do together?" "The usual." Kristi shrugged. "Talk. Watch TV. You know, whatever." "Ok," I said. "So why did you come with him that day? The one where he asked me out." "Moral support." Kristi replied. "All he could talk about was the beautiful girl at the mall. I came and checked you out a few times without him. And, he's right, you are pretty." I sought some clever reply, but could only manage was a simple, "Thank you." Kristi stared across the table with her lips drawn into a line. "It's just not fair!" she said with a sniffle. "I was his friend for all those years. I nursed him through the divorce. Told him it was ok to move on and start seeing someone. But I was supposed to be that someone! So, yeah, I guess I just thought I was losing everything and panicked. And now I really have lost everything." Another tear traced its way down her cheek. "And I really am sorry." "I believe you," I said. "And I forgive you." Kristi's face went blank. "You do?" "Yes." "You are too sweet." Kristi said between sniffs. "Todd deserves someone like you." "Thank you," I said. "But you may find I can be selfish too." "What do you mean?" "It all depends whether Todd will forgive me." "I'm sure he will." "In that case," I said, "I just need you to do one thing for me." "What's that?" "Absolutely nothing," I said with a smile. "Don't even talk to him about this. I'm going to ask him to come over to my place so I can explain everything. After I apologize, I'm going to tell him that you corrected a misunderstanding and that's all." Kristi's eyes widened. "You are?" "In the end, that is what you did." "So when's he going to know?" "Never works for me." Her jaw fell. "Never?" "That's what I said." "Oh, wow. You really are too nice." "No, I'm not." I shook my head. "I'm going to get exactly what I want out of this, and if you happen to get a little of what you want too, I'm ok with that." * * * * * Several hours later, Todd sat on my sofa and listened to me explain it just that way. He shook his head when I finished. "So your sister thought I was married to Kristi?" "Yes," I replied with a nod. "But don't hold it too much against her. Val was just looking out for me and misunderstood what Kristi said." "And Kristi straightened it all out?" "Yeah." "Wow," he said. "She's the best." "If that's true, why is it you've never dated her?" Todd's face went blank. "Kristi?" I could not help but smile, recalling how the little blonde had evidenced such a similar expression only hours before. "Yes. Kristi. She's super cute. How can you not have considered her as more than a friend?" He wrinkled his nose. "She's like, well, a sister. I guess I've never thought of her any other way. I don't know, maybe I didn't want to risk the friendship. Are you, like, still worried I might actually have thing for her?" I twitched my lips. "I'm not worried about that, but I am a little jealous you can talk to her about anything and you couldn't even tell me you were married." Todd leaned and scratched behind his ear. "Well, it's just I've known her for so long, you know? I pretty much just met you." "Yeah," I said, "and why do you want to be with me?" "Well, you're really pretty," Todd said. "And nice." I nodded. "Did Linda have breasts like mine?" Todd's shoulders retreated, taking his head and neck with them. "What does that have to do with anything?" "Because I want to be more to you than a pair of big tits," I said. "And I want you to be more than a pair of big blue eyes. Eventually, that means we do something besides movie, dinner, and sex." "I see." Todd's head began to pivot in a slow shake. "But I'm not going to cut Kristi out of my life. I tried that with Linda and it just didn't work." I shook my head too. "That's not what I had in mind. I was actually thinking of trying to work out something with Kristi where we can all get what we want." His eyes lit up. "Really?" "Sure," I said with a nod. "Considering Kristi's your best friend, if she and I can't get along, this just isn't going to work, so there's no reason we shouldn't find out sooner rather than later if that's the case." He nodded too. "True." "So you're ok if I work something out with her where we all three spend time together?" "Sure!" he said with a wide grin. "Should we call her and maybe invite her to the movie tonight?" I scooted toward him and planted my splayed fingers upon his inner thigh. "Oh, no. Tonight, you're all mine. Tomorrow, I'll think about sharing." He inhaled an open-mouthed breath. "Oh, ok." "Good," I replied in a whisper. "And in breaking with our movie, dinner, sex routine, I'm thinking tonight will be sex, dinner, sex." I inched my groping fingers up his thigh. "First course starting now." He leaned his face toward mine. "Do you know how much I love you?" "You don't love me," I said. "Not yet. What you're feeling is entirely lust." I smiled and pushed my mouth toward his. "But that's ok, because lust is exactly what I'm feeling too, and I'm likin' that feeling!" Our lips converged. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feel of his mouth moving over mine. I felt his hands moving too, one encircled me while the other found my bosom. His fingers began to fondle me in rhythm with the motion of our lips across one another. My fingers were hardly idle. I slid my massaging digits up his thigh until I found his hardness and began to rub him through his denim. He moaned his want into my mouth. I located his zipper and inched it downward. My fingers' lack of speed had everything to do with caution and nothing to do with desire. I slid my hand through the opening and weaved my way through fabric until I found him, ready and waiting for me. My fingers encircled him and I gave him a good squeeze, marveling how his core could be so hard, yet his flesh still so supple. I felt him inhale across my lips. "Yes," he gasped. His hands ceased their caressing and I felt a gentle pressure urging me downward. "Do it." I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but I relented at once and allowed him to guide me. Soon it dawned on me that he had taken my quip about first course starting now in the most literal of ways. My eyes found his. I gripped him tighter and ran my thumb over his already slick summit. "So you want me to suck him?" His body tensed and he throbbed within my fist. "Oh, yes! I've been dreaming of it since you mentioned it that first night." "Really?" I rolled partially atop him and began to slide downward. "Tell me exactly what you've been dreaming." He shuddered beneath me. "Oh, yeah. Just like this. With you on your knees looking up at me." I continued my journey downward until my still-clothed breasts smothered his loins. "On my knees, huh?" I whispered. "Like a little slave girl?" "Oh, yes! Just like that." I pulled him from the confines of his trousers. "And what does your slave girl do in your dreams?" His legs trembled beneath me. "She takes me in her mouth." "Tell me more." I removed my thumb from his crown and replaced it with the tip of my tongue. His inhale was audible. "Yes, sometimes she licks me too." In reverse I licked him, pushing my tongue downward over his already engorged crown. My body mirrored the movement of my tongue and my knees found the carpet. His knob was so swollen, so hot, it throbbed against my tongue and his equally swollen eyes seemed to pulsate with the same tempo. Each taste bud that he passed over was greeted with a hint of his subtle saline flavor. When he reached the back of my mouth, I closed my lips about his girth and began to slide them upward toward his peak. "Oh, yes," he said. His trembling knees cradled me. "That is so good." I drew my lips over him until he exited with a moist pop. "How long does your slave girl suck you?" "Until..." His licked his lips and his throat flexed. "Until she's finished." "What does that mean?" I slapped his crown with my tongue. "Does that mean you come in your slave girl's mouth?" His knees clamped against my sides. "Oh, yes. Yes!" I encircled his head once more with my tongue. "You'll be her first," I whispered. "She's never tasted it before. Tell me how bad you want to fill her mouth with your stuff." I eased my lips over his crown and teased his aperture with my tongue. His hips jerked. "Oh, wow. No one's ever done that for me. That's so sexy. So you really want to?" "Quit worrying about what your slave girl wants," I demanded between licks. "Just tell her what you want, and she'll do it." A twitch ran the length of him, "Oh, you beautiful, naughty angel," he said. "Quit talking and start sucking!" My sister was right. I could hear his fervor in his words, see it in his eyes, feel it in the bulging texture of his velvety crown, and taste it in his increasingly potent discharge. His passion was infectious to the point of being intoxicating. I slid my lips past his crown and drew him into mouth. "Yes," he said between pants. "Suck it. Just like that. Take it all." His words stirred a memory of something else my sister had told me. I grasped the base of his shaft and squeezed him just so before plowing my lips along his exposed length. It wasn't quite deep-throating, she had told me, but it was close enough, and much easier. His hips rose from the cushions. "Oh, wow. You are so pretty. I love watching you suck me." I wondered if he could see my lips trying to smile while still wrapped about him. How I wanted to pause enough to tell him to keep talking to me, just like that. His slick discharge soon saturated my mouth, making it easy for me to slide along his length. Maybe a bit too easy. Side Order "Slower," he said. "Just a little slower so I can really feel you." His hips jerked, reflecting a spasm I felt within my mouth. My eyes widened, for I thought he might already be there, but it was just a preliminary spurt. "More tongue you naughty little girl." I began rolling my tongue about him while I suckled. When my laving appendage reached his crown, I lingered to bathe him several times and get a fresh sample of his flavor. His appetizer was so subtly creamy it was impossible for me not to relish it. In the back of my mind though, I knew the main course would soon be here, and my joy was tinged with dread; I realized what it meant to him and I so wanted to be a good little slave girl and not appear to be revolted. He issued a pair of quick gasps. "Oh, I've never felt anything like this. You're better than my dreams. Keep sucking. Oh, and keep looking at me. Just like that. You are so fucking beautiful!" There was an ardency in his tone that made me feel ever so alluring. For the first time, his hands found my scalp. He began to push with his palms, urging me into a new rhythm that I adopted at once. A series of gasps and grunts and groans and even a few whimpers joined a stray, "Yes!" I continued to suckle amid his continued encouragement. His crown swelled still more while I ran my inquisitive tongue over his changing texture. His temperature seemed to change too. Or maybe it was my own heat I felt. Spasms wrenched his body to and fro, but with my still-clenched fist grasping his base, I had no trouble keeping him right where we both wanted him to be. "Faster now." His eyelids fluttered and his head fell backward. "Really suck it. Suck. Suck. Suck. Oh, yeah. You have me so close! That's good. Oh, yes. That's it! Keep going, just like..." His sentence ended with an elongated moan that sounded as if it came from a creature in agony. His hips surged from the sofa. I felt him throb along my tongue and the initial jet of his main course arrived. My eyes widened. It was everything my sister had said it would be, and not in a good way. My instinct was to pull away and I jerked just enough to feel his palms cradle my scalp. That was all it took to steady my nerve, and I held him there with my lips tight while he shot stream after stream into my waiting mouth. * * * * * "Wow!" said Valerie. "So you really did it?" I tucked my hands between my thighs and leaned across the table. "I sure did." "You swallowed it too?" "Not right away," I said with a grin. "First he made me hold my mouth open and show it to him and swirl it all with my tongue." "He made you?" "I was his slave girl, remember?" "Oh, yeah," she said. "That is a kinky little game." "He sure seemed to like it." "No doubt. So you didn't gag or spew or anything?" I wrinkled my nose and shrugged. "I kinda half-retched once, but I kept it under control. Thanks to you, I knew what was coming, and that really helped. You're right, the texture is worse than the taste. So, yeah, it was kinda icky, but it wasn't that bad." Val nodded. "That's pretty good for a first time." I smiled. "And you were so right, he absolutely loved it!" "Really? What'd he say after you did it?" She rolled her eyes. "Mark always likes to call me something raunchy, like his little sperm guzzler." "Todd didn't say anything," I replied. "Right after I gulped it down, he just slid off the couch and kissed me." "He kissed you?" Val's eyebrows shot upward. "Like, right afterward?" "Yeah." Beneath the table, I squeezed my clasped palms with my knees. "And not just a little peck. He really kissed me, the full lip-smashing good deal!" Val's lips formed pucker and she sat back. Her eyes wandered to the side. "I don't think Mark has ever kissed me afterward." I shrugged. "I think it's a special treat reserved for the best little slave girls." "Oh, listen to you! First time you do it and now you're the best!" "I'm the best to him. That's all that matters." Val nodded. "You're right. That is all that matters. So is that all you did?" "Not by a long shot, pun intended! We went out for Italian, then came back and he fucked me but good. All wild, abandoned, crazy, neck-chewing, passion." I leaned my head sideways and pulled the edge of my turtleneck down. "Oh, wow!" Val's eyes widened. "He did give you a good one." "Yeah," I said with a smile. "I was so worried he'd try to be the perfect gentleman in bed too, but he wasn't like that at all. None of that tender crap, you know!" "Oh! I know! It's so good when they just do what feels good to them." "Exactly!" I said. "It was like we were still playing the slave girl game and he was just using me like his fuck toy and didn't even care if he broke me in half. Gawd, I love being fucked like that!" Valeria nodded. "That slave girl idea is a nice twist. It's been too long since I did something like that with Mark." I smiled. "If you think that's a kinky twist, you just wait until you hear what happens next. You won't believe it even after I tell you." Her brow dropped to shroud her eyes. "What happened next?" "Can't tell you." My smiled widened. "Hasn't happened yet." * * * * * I slid my chocolate bar across the counter to Kristi. "White coconut," she said as she scanned it. "That's my favorite too." "We have a lot of similar tastes. That's why we need to talk." "That'll be three twenty-two." She slid the chocolate bar back to me. "What about?" "Todd, of course." I pushed a five across the counter. "What time are you off?" Kristi grabbed the bill. "One seventy-eight is your change." She flashed her own faux grin, though hardly a mean one, and slid my money to me. "Not until nine." I gathered my change and my chocolate. "The Taco Hut on University at a quarter past, can you be there?" She nodded. "Sure." "It's on me. What do you like?" "Anything with steak." "Ok." I smiled. "See you there." * * * * * Kristi slid into the seat opposite me right on schedule. "Todd couldn't quit thanking me today. It was really nice what you did. I can't think of anyone else who'd have done that. Thank you." I shook my head. "I know you don't believe I'm being selfish, but really I am. So I can't accept your thanks just yet." I slid the tray toward her. "Steak tacos ok?" "Yeah, thanks." She nodded and took one. "I take it things went ok between you and Todd?" I nodded. "Better than ok." Her eyes fell and she swallowed. "Happy to hear it." I produced my chocolate bar, broke it in half, and ripped the wrapping along the split. "I'm not here to rub it in your face." I flipped half the chocolate onto the tray next to her remaining taco. "Just because we both like the same thing, doesn't mean we can't both have it." She flipped her eyes to the chocolate and back to me. "I don't make much, but I can afford a candy bar when I want one." "I don't make much either," I said. "That's where my selfish streak comes in." "What do you mean?" "There's only one Todd and I don't want to tear him in half." She put her taco down without unwrapping it. "I thought you weren't here to rub it in?" "I'm not rubbing it in," I said, "but let's think about where the three of us are going if we continue down this path. I get maybe one or two nights a week and you get the rest. And I want more. On the other hand, what you want most of all is what I'll be getting those few nights. So we're both already jealous of what the other has, and if there's a more unhealthy emotion than jealousy, I don't know what it is. So we need to find another solution, because this just isn't going to work long term." Kristi shook her head. "I'm not giving up my friendship with Todd." "I'm not asking you to," I said. "I'm offering to share more than white coconut and tacos with you, if you'll do the same." Kristi leaned her head to one side. Her eyes narrowed. "What exactly are you suggesting we share?" "Todd." I leaned across the table. "And I mean share him in every way." His eyes widened. "What do you mean in every way?" I pulled my collar down and revealed the burgundy bruise on my neck. "I mean you can have one of these too." "Oh my God!" Her lower lip fell, but a subtle snarl revealed she'd still inhaled through he nose. "Did he do that?" "Of course he did. Now how'd you like him to do the same to you?" She leaned toward me with her eyes narrowed. "Why are you taunting me like this?!" "Wake up!" I said in a harsh whisper. "I'm saying we can both fuck him!" She gasped. "Are you for real?!" "I'm very real. And very serious. Or do you not want to be more than his friend?" "Oh, I do." She retreated her shaking her head. "I do, but he's just not into me." "He will be." "How do you know?" "Men are nothing if not practical," I said. "And two girlfriends is a better deal than a pumpkin latte." Kristi's nose twisted and her head fell to one side. "What does coffee have to do with this?" "What?" My eyes wandered, then widened. "Oh, shit! Forget the latte. What I meant is, two girlfriends are better than one, especially since men want sex more than we do." She shook her head. "Hard to believe he could want me more than I want him." "I know, but it's true." Her head continued to swivel. "I still don't believe it." I withdrew and sat upright. "What part don't you believe, that I'm willing to share or that Todd can want you that way?" "Both." I considered my next words during a long, deliberate breath. "I thought we already covered why I'm willing. I'm his lover and you're his best friend. But I want to be his friend too, and you're kind of monopolizing that. So I'm willing to give up my monopoly if you're willing to give up yours." Her eyebrows shot up. "You're dead serious about this, aren't you?" "I am," I said. "I really don't see why the three of us can't be living happily together a few months from now." "Aren't you thinking a bit far ahead?" "Maybe. But tell me why it can't work?" She shook her head. "Todd doesn't want me. If he did, he'd have asked me out long ago." "Look." Again I leaned across the table. "I'm sure he has some kind of mental block about seeing you that way because you've been friends for so long. We just have to get past that block and I'm pretty sure he'll never look at you the same way again." "But I want him to still be my friend!" I shook my head. "What is with you? We both want to be his friend and we both can be. Now do you want to fuck him or not?!" "I do," she said. "Just not, well, I never dreamed it'd be like that when I was with him." "Like what?" "Like with someone else!" She shook her head. "I'm not the best at sharing. I remember once in the third grade, my teacher wrote on my report card how I didn't play well with others." I shrugged. "Well it's time to learn, because that's the best I'm willing to offer. You can share him with me or you can keep cramming toys up your twat and pretending." Her eyes widened and her jaw fell. "How'd you..." She leaned back crossed her arms. "That's not a very nice thing to say!" "I never said I was nice. You did." Her eyes softened and fell to the floor. Her tiny chest expanded and collapsed three times before she looked back to me. "Would you have to be there too, like, every time?" "No." I smiled and shook my head. "That's not what I had in mind at all." "What about the first time?" "Can you think of another way to show him we're comfortable with each other and burst that mental block of his at the same time?" Her eyes wandered again. "It's just, well, I've always dreamed my first time with him would be, you know, ever so special." "Holy shit!" I said. "Have you, like, saved yourself for him?" Her beady little orbs were moist when they snapped back my way. "I've never even wanted to be with anyone else!" "Wow. You do have it bad for him." She sniffled. "I suppose you could put it that way." I extended my hand across the table until my cupped palm faced upward near half a chocolate bar and pair of cold tacos. "Whether you believe it or not, he already loves you. It's his lust we need to bring out." "Yeah." Kristi nodded. "Lust is way underrated." I smiled. "I know. And once he sees yours and realizes his, you're going to have what you've always wanted. Is it really so awful that I might have him too?" Her eyelids blinked several times before she unfolded her arms and stretched her hand out to meet mine. "I do want him, but I can't bear the thought of losing him as a friend." I shook my head. "Whether I'm in the picture or not, you can't avoid that risk. Unless you'd rather be an eighty year old virgin looking back with nothing but regrets for memories?" "Yeah," she said with her eyelids still fluttering, "that would kinda suck." "I agree." I smiled. "So let's do it." "Oh, wow." She chewed her lower lip. "This is like some crazy dream that's happening to someone else." "It's not a dream," I said. "It's drop dead real. I'll do it and I know he'll do it. So it's all up to you." She shook her head. "It's too big a question. I can't give you an answer now." "That's ok." I nodded. "Sleep on it. It's not like we have a deadline." I slipped my fingers from hers and fetched my cell. "Call yourself." I slid the phone across the table. "That way we'll have each other's number and maybe we won't need to microwave tacos after every conversation." * * * * * My ringtone jolted me from my slumber. With my eyes still blinking, I slapped at the glow and brought my cell to my ear. "Hello?" "Hi. It's Kristi. Guess I woke you, huh?" "Uh, yeah." "I'm sorry. It's just, well, I been thinking about what you said all night and my mind is racing this way and that and I just can't sleep." "Ok," I said. "What do you want me to do about it?" "Well, maybe answer a few questions?" "I think I already have." She giggled. "A few more then?" "Go ahead." "Ok. How do we decide who gets him which night?" I rolled my eyes. "What's wrong with something simple, like every other night?" "Works for me! What if he decides he wants to marry one of us?" I laughed. "Now who's thinking a bit far ahead?" "I am," she said, "but you have to know it's what I really want." "Yeah. I suppose it is." I shook my head. "I don't think it'd be fair to him for either of us to ever pressure him by bringing that up. Do you?" "No. I guess not." "Ok then," I replied, "the subject is taboo for us, but if he decides on his own he wants to marry one of us, then that's his choice and we have to behave like adults and go from there." "That's fair," she said. "So what are we going to do that first night?" "Does this mean you want to do it?" "Yeah." "That was fast," I said. "What happened to sleeping on it?" "Half is way better than nothing. I've already stared at my ceiling too many nights wondering about Todd. I sure don't want to be that old lady who never takes a chance." "I don't want you to be her either." "Good!" she said. "So what are we going to do with him?" I smiled. "You're saving your virginity for when it's just you two, right?" "Yeah. If that's ok." "Of course it's ok," I said. "Which leaves us one really good option. How do you feel about blowjobs?" "I've also crammed toys in my mouth and pretended, thank you very much!" I laughed. "That's good, but do your toys unload a mouthful of brackish glue with a bleachy aftertaste?" "Ewww." I could all but hear her nose scrunching. "Is that what it really tastes like?" "Yep." "But it looks so sweet in the pictures." "Trust me," I said, "you want something else on your next cinnamon roll." "So you've done it?" "Yep." "With Todd?" "Yes!" "And he likes it?" "He loves it," I said. "You can't believe the look in his eyes." "Holy shit! When can we do it?" "Why wait? What's wrong with tomorrow night?" "I have to work until nine." "Did you already forget he loves it?" I asked. "All I have to do is mention blowjob and ten o'clock and he'll probably be here at nine forty-five. So you need to be here at nine-fifteen so we have time for a quick bath and a little final planning." "Oh my God!" Kristi squealed. "I am so not going to get any sleep tonight!" "I hope that makes one of us," I replied. "Good night." "Good night. Oh! And thanks. I just don't..." I hung up and set my phone back on my nightstand before I looked to my own ceiling and prayed that I would at least get to sleep before she did. * * * * * The following evening, Todd rang my bell at ten sharp. I answered wearing but my robe and a smile. Without a word, I eased the door just enough for him to slide through. For a heartbeat, maybe two, his big blue eyes raked my form. He pulled me to him with one hand and shut the door with the other. Upward I stretched. Our mouths met again in a dance now familiar, but still ever so fresh. He pushed me back against the wall and thrust his hands beneath my robe. His hands found my bosom. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of his fingers and lips both groping me in unison. At last he slid his mouth from mine, but just. "I love that slave girl thing you did last time," he whispered. I rubbed my nose on his. "I know what's even better than a slave girl." "Oh!" he breathed. "What?" "It's a surprise. You do like surprises, don't you?" "Oh, yeah. I love your kind of surprises!" I pulled away and eased my mouth upward so he'd be sure to see my tongue tease the underside of my upper lip. "This isn't going to be any ordinary surprise. I promise I'm gonna shock you right into man heaven." "Oh, Becca!" His mouth plowed again into mine and we moaned our combined need through our combined lips. His hands slid from my breasts to caress my flank, and then my ass. His lips slid too, onto my neck, and then my upper torso. "Are you ready for your surprise?" I whispered. He pulled away and looked into my eyes. "Yes! Give it to me!" "Ok," I said. "Go into my bedroom and close the door, then get on my bed. I want you naked on your back with that big cock sticking straight in the air. There's a mask on my pillow. Put it over your eyes. When you're sure you can't see a thing, yell, 'Ready!' Though I don't think you possibly can be ready for this surprise." He issued a subtle growl. "Try me." "Whatever you do, don't remove your mask until I say so. Do this for your naughty little slave girl and she will be ever so grateful." "Slave girl isn't going to get much sleep tonight." With that he marched into my bedroom and closed the door. I bet slave girl gets more sleep than she did last night, I mused before opening the door across from my bedroom. There in my bath, Kristi waited, naked and trembling. I dropped my robe and eased my face beside hers until my mouth was alongside her ear. "You ready?" "Oh my God," she whispered back. "I've never been this shit scared before." "I know," I said. "But you can do it. All you have to do is follow my cues. The instant you taste him start to leak, keep sucking, but let out a nice, 'Mmm,' as if you like it." "Oh, I'm sure I'll like it." "I bet you will. And he will too. That's why we're going to let him see you right then." I heard her cycle a trio of crisp, ragged breaths. "What if he still doesn't want me?" "Then we'll kick his stupid fucking naked ass out and by morning, he'll have figured out his error. Now let's go. And remember, not a sound until you taste his precum. Got it?" Side Order She nodded. "Got it!" I grabbed her hand and led her out of the bath, across the narrow corridor, and into my bedroom. Todd had left the light on, which was handy since he'd left a trail of clothes from the door for us to stumble over. He lay in the center of my bed in just the manner I had instructed, with his legs spread and a fist directing his erection skyward. Pressing my lips together, I tried not to laugh. I felt Kristi's grip on my hand tighten and I glanced to see if she might be having trouble containing her amusement, but she was anything but amused; her mouth and eyes were both trying to be wider than the other. I walked into her line of sight and waited for her to look to me before giving her a thumbs up signal. She replied with a brisk nod. I turned to Todd. "Are you ready to have that big cock sucked again?" "Oh, yeah! That's exactly what I want." "Good," I replied. "Let go of yourself and slide your hands behind your head." "Ok." He complied and his rampant cock slapped down upon his stomach. "Perfect." I released Kristi's hand. "Now keep that mask in place and your eyes closed and tell your slave girl exactly what you want her to do." "Lick me, slave girl! Run your tongue all the way from my balls to my head." I heard Kristi gasp and looked to see her approach the bed as if it was afire. Placing my palm across the small of her back, I urged her onward. She scrambled up onto the mattress and crawled between his muscled thighs. How I wanted to walk to one side and view her first moments with him, but I knew he might hear me, so I stayed behind and watched from there while she lowered her head. He tensed at once and her head popped up, but only for a moment. "Yes!" he said as she dropped her head and moved upward along his length. "Run your tongue all over the head. Oh, oh, yes, just like that." His hips began to gyrate as if they meant to grind his ass through my mattress. "That's a good slave girl. Now, take me in your mouth and start sucking." Kristi leaned her head even more over him. Her pale tresses fell like a curtain beside her face. I wondered for a moment if he might notice her longer hair. Then her head began to bob up and down and his hips shuddered beneath her. "Yes! Suck it, you naughty little slut!" He never called me a slut. I twitched my lips. Is that supposed to be a compliment? "Oh! Oh! Careful with the teeth!" Probably not a compliment, I decided. Kristi apparently learned to secure her teeth, because Todd quit talking. Soon her head bobbed like an oil derrick and his ass began to bounce from the mattress in a reflection of her rhythm. I listened to her cadenced slurping and wondered if I had sounded so loud and so lewd, yet so sensual. "Mmm," she moaned without altering her tempo. Amid her bawdy, sodden concerto, I missed my cue. But Todd didn't. His head snapped from my mattress. His hands flew to each side where his fingers gathered my sheets. "Kristi?!" She stopped and for a few long heartbeats they both sat rigid while a horrid silence hung over the room. "That is the surprise," I whispered. "Take off the mask." With a single hooked finger, he lifted the mask and peeked out from beneath it. "Oh, wow," he said. "It really is you." His eyes snapped to me. "Both of you." I smiled and began walking toward the side of my bed. "I did promise you a surprise better than one slave girl, didn't I?" "Yeah." He tossed the mask aside. "You did." "In that case," I said, "why don't you tell your new slave girl how hot she looks with your dick in her mouth?" His eyes shifted to Kristi. The muscles of his thighs rippled as they tensed. "Oh, you do look lovely." He looked back to me. "What the hell is going on?" I started to answer, but in that moment Todd jerked and snapped his attention back to Kristi. "Whoa!" I turned my eyes also and saw she had consumed all of him until her nose nestled in his pubes. Wow, I thought, she wasn't kidding about cramming toys in her mouth! With her eyes boring straight into his, she held him there for a good dozen seconds before she at last began to slide her lips upward and reveal inch by inch of him, all without the slightest hint of discomfort. "What's happening," she said when her lips were at last free, "is that we've decided to share you." She shifted her body and straddled his leg, the one farthest from me. Her fingers encircled the base of his cock and she gave him a good squeeze. "Especially this part of you." She snapped her eyes to mine, then gave her head a quick jerk away from me. I accepted her invitation at once and climbed atop his vacant thigh. His eyes jumped back and forth between us. I could almost see the gears tumbling in his head until they at last aligned. A grin spread across his face and his eyes settled on me. "So this is what you meant when asked if I'd be ok with whatever you worked out with Kristi?" "Yes." I smiled back and began to rub my moistness upon him. "We both want you." I reached and wrapped my fingers about his cock above hers. "And not just for tonight, we're talking long term. So the question is, do you want both of us?" "Oh, yeah." His grin became a smile. "I definitely want you both." I glanced to my side and saw Kristi's eyes shift to me. The smile that spread across her face was bigger than mine and Todd's put together. She reached with her free hand and wrapped her fingers about his crown. "Looks like I win," she whispered. "I get to fuck him first this time." My eyes widened and I inhaled a crisp breath. His thigh rose to press against me. "This is too fucking good to be true!" he said. "Man heaven, here I come!" I put my free hand atop Kristi's and waited for our gazes to lock. "Is this really what you want to do?" I asked. "Oh, yeah," she said. "This is what I've always wanted to do and it can't get any more special than this. Hold him up for me." She released him and rose just enough to swing her leg over me. I ducked and slid between his thighs, not only to miss her leg, but also to give myself a better view while I guided him into her. She straddled his abdomen and began to ease herself backward and down. I inhaled a quick breath and held it while I watched her descend. She settled herself upon his crown and wiggled her hips until he was seated just so. Within my fist, his steamy shaft pulsed. I felt the tension too and my eyes moistened when the extent of the moment became clear to me; she was about to surrender to him that which she'd saved for so long, and she'd asked me to be a part of it. If she had any reservations about her choice, she didn't show it with even the slightest hesitation. Her aperture flexed and then accepted his head. I heard her exhale. She began to ease herself onto him. I breathed again too, and sampled the subtle scent of their combined arousal. My fingers left him, but my wide eyes remained locked where they had been until she had devoured all of him that she could. I reached with my fingers and petted the soft underside of the little piece of him she had left for me. "Yes," she said with a lengthy exhale. "It's really you. In me." She squeezed him and began to spiral her hips. "Oh, you feel so good." "Oh, yeah, Kristi," he replied. "You feel so good too." Oh, the mixed emotions that come with sharing; part of me was so thrilled for her and another part wanted to shove her off and take her place. Fortunately, the former part was far larger than the latter. Amid sighs and hisses and grunts and groans, some his, most hers, she sat there and ground herself onto him. Her tight little ass flexed with every motion. She fell forward onto him and her hips began to pivot in time with his; for the first time she was really fucking him. She issued a sharp whimper and then an extended moan, one I was sure must have been muffled by his lips. I crawled from between his legs and watched their continued embrace. How I envied her that first kiss right in the middle of her first fuck with no less than the unrivaled love of her life. Even fairy tale kisses didn't get that good; or so I thought. Until I heard her sob. She planted her palms on his shoulders and pushed until she looked down at him with her elbows locked. I slid from the bed and turned to see tears streaming down her face. "Why?" she asked with a pair of sniffles. "Why couldn't you see me like this before?" His eyes darted away from hers to her chest, where even gravity failed to favor her tiny bosom. His gazed snapped right back to her face, but his attention's brief detour confirmed what I'd already suspected. Lie to her, I begged in silence. Lie to her! We can get her a boob job later! He shook his head. "I just couldn't risk our friendship." I exhaled a sigh of relief. Kristi tried the smile, I think, but she refused to stop breathing through her clenched teeth. She sniffled again. "Tell me we'll always be more than friends now." "We will." He extended his lips upward toward hers. "We will." My eyes widened as the candor and significance of their words registered within my psyche; if there was ever an odd one out in this relationship, it would probably be me. Kristi ignored his offer of a second kiss. "You've been so bad," she said with her lips still peeled from her teeth. She wrapped her fingers in his hair and forced his head to my mattress. "My poor little pussy wanted you for all those years and you just ignored her." "I didn't know!" Todd's head vibrated back and forth within her grasp. His hands found her flank and his fingers began to caress her. "I never meant to hurt you. I just didn't know." "Don't worry. You're gonna make it up to her." She eased herself off of him and his enraged rod struck his abdomen with a splat. Forward she scooted until her knees rested near his shoulders. She sent her hand my way and flashed her fingers before me until I put my palm to hers and our fingers squeezed our hands together. She snapped her face my way and our eyes met. "Ride him, Rebecca," she said. "Get back there and fuck him but good while I come all over his face." She released my hand and looked back to Todd. "You've got a great big pussy-licking debt to repay. Starting right now." "Oh, Kristi," he whispered, "I love the way you talk!" "You better, 'cause I got lots to say." With her lips pressed into a line, she sidled forward and onto his face. "Oh, yeah." Her inhale hissed between her teeth. "Get your delinquent tongue right up in there and show my little pussy how sorry you are." Beneath her, I heard him moan his agreement. "That's a good start," Kristi said, "but she's felt unwanted for a long time. It's gonna take a lot more licking to convince her to forgive you." I looked behind her to where his still rampant masculinity glistened with the sheen she had deposited. Not just any sheen, but the tactile luster of her now departed virginity. Again I was reminded of the unique moment she was sharing with me. Oh, and how I wanted to share it. I crawled behind her and threw my leg over him. "Deeper!" Kristi cried, with need apparent in the sharpness of her tone. "Deeper. My little pussy doesn't believe you're really sorry yet. That's right, oh, yeah, fuck me with it. Fuck me with it, just like, oh, twirl it. Oh, yeah! Like that! Do it like..." Her body stiffened and I heard Todd gurgle. "Drink it, nasty boy!" she said. "If we're gonna swallow yours, you're sure as fuck gonna swallow ours!" Whether it was an act or not, there was a communicable steaminess to her steamed demeanor. I gripped him again by the base and guided him to myself as I descended. I felt him nestle and closed my eyes. My sex squeezed his supple helm. My ass cheeks clenched and I rolled him about my entry. The ends of my lips curled upward. I settled onto him. His hips rose to meet me. Like Kristi before, I did not bounce, but simply sat and enjoyed the sublime fullness of having a man where a man is meant to be. I leaned. I twisted. I turned. I ground myself onto him and him into me, all the while relishing the subtle sensations of his intrusion. "That's good," Kristi said. "Oh, yes, mmm hmm, yeah. Little higher. Yeah, yeah, yeah! That's good. Yeah. Like that. Yes. Yes. Yes!" I opened my eyes just in time to see her look to the ceiling before she shrieked her pleasure. Todd's hips jerked and he drove himself twice into me. I eased upward a little and met his third thrust with one of my own. Kristi's words gave way to jagged, guttural utterings punctuated by shrill squeals. I elevated my motion and allowed Todd to drive himself into me with added vigor. His intensity grew with his girth and my grunts joined Kristi's groans. She swung her head over her shoulder. "Catch me, Becca." With that, she reclined and I leaned forward to meet her. Her shoulders came to rest upon my upper bosom. My hands found her sides where my fingers began to massage her sweat-slickened skin. "Oh my God," she breathed. "Oh!" She jerked and issued a whimper. "I do believe he really is sorry. Thank you. I think I'll forgive him. Oh, Becca, thank you!" Beneath my fingers, her body trembled. Her still-reddened eyes rolled back and she mewled her pleasure. Todd released an elongated, twat-muffled moan. At last his hands found me and his fingers bit into my thighs. His hips rammed upward, driving himself into me. There he remained, jerking, spasming, and quivering, all the while spurting within me the palpable semblance of his lust. Beneath my fingers, Kristi's sides swelled with her labored breathing. She opened her eyes and looked straight into mine. Her glistening orbs seemed to pulsate in time with the throbbing I still felt within me. Her lips parted, drawing my attention. She glanced to my mouth for a moment and then our gazes locked again. "Yes," she whispered. "Do it. Kiss me, you sexy bitch." You couldn't have told even a day prior that I'd ever enjoy being called a bitch or want to kiss a girl, but in a single sentence Kristi proved me twice wrong. She inched toward me and I leaned to meet her. Our lips converged and mingled while Todd spent the last of himself within me. His grip on my thighs lessened along with her clutch on my lips. "Oh, wow," she said. "I never even dreamed..." Her sentence gave way to a quartet of pants. "I never dreamed life could be so good!" I clenched at the heat of Todd's still firm member buried within me. "Me neither," I said. "Your third grade teacher was an idiot." "I know." She licked her lips and swallowed. "We make such a team." I nodded. "We do." She leaned and nuzzled my cheek. I responded in kind. "I changed my mind," she whispered into my ear. "I want to share him with you a lot, just like this." "I know," I said. "Me too." She slid her mouth along my face until I felt her breath on my lips. We looked again into each other's eyes for a heartbeat, maybe two, before we kissed a second time, a simple corporeal confirmation of what we'd just shared, and all that we would share. And that's when I knew, really knew, that neither of us would ever be the odd one out. THE END Side Order Copyright 2011 by Penelope Street Posted with permission at Literotica.com All other rights reserved. Special thanks to Pearl & Voluptuary Manqué for their help with this story. This is a work of fiction. To the best of the author's knowledge, none of the events depicted ever occurred. All of the persons portrayed are fictional characters. Their views, opinions, and experiences are invented as well and are not meant to promote anyone's personal beliefs or agenda. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~