6 comments/  36818 views/  45 favorites

The Girl Who Gets What She Wants

By: kurtomatic



Thanks to shygirlwhore for the editing.

*****

Sarah pulled her Audi into the parking spot nearest the curb. She didn't see his truck, so she hesitated before turning the car engine off. She didn't really know how she would be received, or even if Ryan still lived here.

While they hadn't ended on bad terms, they hadn't really kept in contact, either. It's hard to have friends that used to be friends-with-benefits while in a serious romantic relationship with someone else, particularly if that someone else has a bit of a jealous streak. However, since she'd parted ways with Todd six weeks prior, she had been thinking about dropping by Ryan's place every time she showed this listing. While she and Ryan were still Facebook friends, she felt awkward just propositioning him via Facebook. While "Hey, wanna fuck?" once was a perfectly acceptable communiqué between them, it seemed a little abrupt after more than two years.

Today, she'd had a 5:00 showing, but the prospective buyer had taken one look at the place, and decided he wasn't interested. Although the market hadn't fallen to the levels of several years ago, it had been in a recent slump. This house had been on the market almost a year, with nobody showing any serious interest, and it was a high value property whose owner was getting antsy, meaning Sarah was in danger of losing the listing. For someone who prided herself on being able to flip a house a month in a better economy, the frustration was overwhelming. Her savings account was starting to dwindle, and the stress was starting to build up.

Last night, at the worst possible time, the batteries in her favorite vibrator had run out for the second time in a month. She realized at that moment, teetering on the precipice between orgasm and utter frustration that she really just needed to get laid. Not by a toy but by a real cock. She hadn't officially made up her mind to come and knock on Ryan's door until the 5:00 appointment had ended in five minutes with no progress. The route between the property and her office took her right by his apartment complex, and she made the impulse decision to see if he was home. 

She watched the front door of the townhouse for a few seconds, and couldn't see anything on the exterior which indicated if Ryan still lived there or not. She sighed, turned the car off, and decided to give it a go; the worst thing that would happen would be that he didn't live here anymore, and she could go back to staring at her Facebook page trying to figure out whether to contact him or not.

Ryan made good money at the advertising firm he worked at, and the quality of the complex reflected that. There was a swimming pool and hot tub at the community center, and there weren't a lot of children running around underfoot and making unnecessary noise. Each building had four two-story townhouses, all with their own entry on the ground floor, with the bedrooms upstairs. The master bathroom was the best feature of the apartment; Sarah also knew the party walls were very thick, from personal experience.

She knocked three times on the door to the apartment. About ten seconds went by, and she was just about to turn and leave when the door opened. It wasn't Ryan.

"Hello?" The woman who asked the question was striking; there was no doubt about that. She was fairly short, but it wasn't her height which caught Sarah's attention. She was wearing a matching black sports bra and spandex shorts, exposing her toned midriff. Her reddish brown hair appeared to be tied in a ponytail, and her bright green eyes smiled with her mouth. Her sports bra was doing an admirable job of containing a pair of large breasts which appeared to be desperately seeking freedom, and her workout shorts were tight enough to make it obvious to Sarah that her lower curves probably matched the voluptuousness of her upper half. Her facial features perhaps suggested just a hint of Mediterranean ancestry; her well-tanned exposed skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and she appeared to be just a little bit out of breath. 

"Oh," stammered Sarah, "I'm sorry, I was looking for a friend of mine who used to live here."

"Are you looking for Ryan?"

"Ryan Stark? Yeah, I was just in the neighborhood and thought I would drop by, but ..."

"Oh, he just called from the store, he's picking up some groceries on the way home. He should be here in a few minutes. You want to come in and wait?"

Sarah didn't really feel like hanging out with this woman. The woman was younger, thinner, prettier than her, and clearly involved in Ryan's life already. She couldn't really say she was just here for a booty call, but she also didn't really have a good reason to just leave, since she had just admitted she had dropped by to see Ryan, and he was going to be home shortly.

All of a sudden, she was extremely embarrassed. Ryan not living here anymore was actually not the worst thing that could have happened.

"Well, I don't think I need to...I mean, I can just call or text...I can come back another time, no problem, it's not a big deal."

The red-headed woman smiled knowingly and stuck out her hand. "I'm Katrina, Ryan's roommate."

Sarah's relief must have been visible; she felt a little color return to her face. She took the offered hand, and replied "I'm Sarah."

"Great!" Katrina turned and walked back into the house, leaving the door opened behind her. "Come on in."

Sarah couldn't figure an easy way to turn that down, so Sarah followed her in, closing the door behind her. As she suspected, Katrina's ass was just about perfect.

The very nature of Katrina's outfit made Sarah take stock of her own clothing. She was wearing a relatively conservative black business jacket with a white top underneath. She had worn a fairly tight blouse to show off the shape of her C-cups since her client was a middle aged man, but he hadn't even stuck around long enough for her to find an excuse to take the jacket off. Her black skirt ended just above her knee, although she had foregone pantyhose today since the forecast had called for ninety. Katrina was about three inches shorter than Sarah's five foot nine, but her muscular and curvaceous physique probably meant they both weighed about the same. Sarah's shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair was straight and hung loose, in contrast to Katrina's ponytail.

The living room had changed a bit since Sarah was last in it; the furniture and the art was still the same, but the far end of the room had been rearranged to make room for a Stair Climber. An exercise ball and some smaller weights littered the floor near the machine. While Sarah was looking around, Katrina had made her way to the kitchen.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Katrina asked, rooting around in the fridge. "I've got ... water, guava juice, pineapple juice..." She trailed off.

"Oh, no thanks," Sarah said as she followed Katrina into the kitchen. "I'm good." Sarah immediately noticed one change - a modern, fancy refrigerator had replaced the old standard model. 

"Or, if you're in the mood for a more adult beverage, we've got a couple of open bottles of wine, or I could probably make something fruity if you like mixed drinks." Katrina paused. "Oh, and Ryan probably has some shit beer in the garage."

Sarah smiled. She was familiar with Ryan's beer preferences. For someone with relatively grown up tastes, he had never grown out of his affinity for the first beer he ever drank as a frat boy.

"I'll pass on the Coors Light, thanks. Maybe water?"

"Coors Light!" Katrina exclaimed, and opened the fridge. "Hah! Some things never change! Water it is, then; on the rocks, neat, or from the bottle?"

"Bottled water?" It was more a question than an answer, but Katrina took it as the former and handed her a bottle of Evian water. Sarah raised an eyebrow.

"That's my influence." Katrina nodded, smiling. "Ryan has no interest in anything that's not easy. He put me in charge of choosing what groceries to get, and he pays for them. He gets in shape, and I get to eat for free. Seems like a good deal."

"For sure," Sarah responded. Katrina picked a glass of some pinkish-yellow juice off the counter, and started chugging it. It was gone in a few seconds, and Katrina went back for more. "Sorry, I just finished thirty minutes of cardio on the treadmill when you knocked, it makes me thirsty."

Just thinking about thirty minutes of cardio made Sarah thirsty. Sarah wasn't out of shape, per se, but she certainly wasn't in shape. Her important parts still looked as good as any thirty-four year old, but some of the corners and edges were a bit rougher than they had been ten years ago. As she watched Katrina bend over to reach into the fridge and pour herself another glass of juice, she took a big gulp of water.

"So," Katrina began, "how do you know Ryan?"

Sarah tried not to blush. "Um... we ... met through some mutual friends who organized a group rafting trip down the Deschutes one 4th of July weekend, and just stayed friends ever since. It's been a couple of years, though."

"Ryan went rafting?" Katrina raised an eyebrow. "He's not much of an outdoorsman. The only thing he really likes to do in the outdoors is play golf."

Sarah nodded knowingly. "They sold us on the trip by telling us it was a 'Booze up and riot' kind of trip. Start drinking Friday morning, don't quit until Sunday afternoon."

"Now that sounds more like Ryan."

"Yeah, but it didn't work out that way exactly. We all met at our friends' place in Gresham, and they had rented a van big enough to fit 10 people plus gear. But by the time we got there, it was pouring rain, the raft with the booze in it tipped over at the first rapids, which was entirely Ryan's fault."

Katrina burst out laughing. "That's Ryan, all right: 90% suave and 10% enormous klutz."

"Oh, absolutely. He doesn't screw up all that often, but when he does, he makes it count."

Katrina laughed again while Sarah continued.

"We lost it all; nobody had really had a drop to drink yet. We took a group vote and powered through the whole trip Friday afternoon and Saturday morning, which was originally supposed to last all weekend. We ended up in The Dalles by mid-afternoon, and were all hankering to get drunk, so we decided to salvage the weekend by renting out a few rooms in a hotel and get blotto indoors. Since he flipped the boat over, we made Ryan drive the van with all us rowdy drunks in it all over town while he played DD. It turned out to be a very memorable weekend, at least in part because it started off so terribly."

"That sounds like a blast."

"It was. And Ryan was a good sport, considering we spent all three days giving him endless shit about losing three hundred dollars worth of booze."

"Well, he is a good sport." Katrina raised her glass. "To Ryan."

Sarah tried to toast her back, but a plastic water bottle didn't have much effect. It was almost empty anyway; as it was a hot day.

Katrina noticed as well. She finished her glass, and then looked up at Sarah. "My original plan was to make myself a mixed drink. Can I offer you one?"

"Oh, no, I shouldn't, I mean ... "

"I insist." Katrina wandered over to the wine bar opposite the refrigerator, ignoring more minor protests by Sarah. "You ever have an Alabama Slammer?"

"Yeah, sure, um ... I had a lot of them in college when I just wanted to get drunk but didn't want to taste the alcohol. It's got, uh ... grenadine, southern comfort? Real fruity?"

"That's a good start. Did you like it?"

"Not bad, for a fru-fru drink."

"Ever had a frozen one?"

Sarah thought for a minute. "I don't think so; I didn't know they came that way."

"Best drink on the planet." Sarah watched as Katrina pulled out three distinct bottles of alcohol from the wine bar - Southern Comfort, sloe gin, and vodka. She also grabbed a bottle of red syrup that Sarah suspected was grenadine. She took those over to the blender; from the fridge, she then extracted some ice into a glass from the refrigerator while removing what appeared to be a carton of ice cream from the freezer side. She dropped the ice into the blender, and followed it with a couple of ounces worth of the vodka and the southern comfort. She followed it with a splash of the sloe gin, and a little bit of the grenadine. She then took an ice cream scoop out of the drawer, and scooped out two scoops of the ice cream (which Sarah noticed was orange sherbet) and plopping them into the blender. The blender cap went on, and she started it up.

"Your turn." Sarah said. "How do you know Ryan?"

"I moved up here about a year ago with a guy. He got a job at Intel out in Hillsboro; I found a gig at a gym here in Wilsonville as a trainer. It turns out the guy I moved here with was a prick, just wanted me for arm candy, but didn't actually think of me as relationship material. This was fine back home, when I had other friends to do things with, but when your guy is the only person you know, you're kind of stuck with him. I didn't realize he was a sack of shit until I got to Oregon. I don't know why I didn't notice before we moved, but I guess sometimes a big cock and a fat wallet make you overlook more important details."

The blender came to a halt, and Katrina poured the concoction into two glasses. She took a small jar of maraschino cherries out of the fridge and dropped one in each glass. She handed one to Katrina.

"Cheers!" This time, the resulting clink was much more satisfying. Both women took a drink - Sarah a small sip, Katrina a larger one.

Sarah's eyes lit up. "Wow, this is delicious!" Her second taste was much larger than her first. 

"Told ya. Don't drink it too fast, though, you don't want brain freeze." Katrina smiled. She sat down at a barstool next to the kitchen counter, and Sarah took the adjacent one. "I tended bar right off the beach in San Diego for a couple of years. The beach bunnies loved the frozen tropical drinks, and the guys were only too happy to buy them. A bartender learns pretty quickly how to do it right, because the better the drink, the better the tips."

Sarah decided she liked this woman, and took another drink. "Somehow, I'm guessing you didn't have too much trouble in the tip department."

"No problem with the guys. But for the women, the quality of the drink mattered. If they got drunk fast without tasting the booze, everybody wins, including the bartender."

Sarah nodded. "I was a waitress in college. Keeping the bartender happy made my job easier. More booze in the drinks equals more tips for me. More tips for me equals more tips for the bartender." She took another drink.

"So where'd you go?" Katrina asked.

Sarah looked puzzled.

"To college?"

"Oh. Corvallis."

"Is that the...Ducks?"

Sarah looked annoyed.

"Eep. Please forgive me, I'm new here."

Sarah lightened up a bit. "No problem, I'm just giving you shit. I was never a big sports fan; it's not that big a deal. But you really should learn the difference; in certain parts of Oregon, those are fighting words."

Katrina giggled. "So you're a Beaver?"

Sarah sighed. "Yes. And I've heard all the jokes before."

"I bet. Probably gets old before you're a sophomore?"

"It got old before I left high school. I went to high school in the Eugene area, which means everybody's a Duck fan and I'm one of the few 'beavers.' It might have come up once or twice. Or...fifty times."

"So why'd you leave town? You could have gone to college basically at home?"

"That was the problem. I didn't want to be at home. I wanted to live on my own. Corvallis was 45 minutes away, so close enough for emergencies, and Oregon State has a pharmacy program, which I was interested in at the time."

"So you're a pharmacist?" Katrina asked. She had finished her beverage and was putting together another round, filling up the blender as she spoke.

"Oh, gosh, no. I realized I hated it during undergrad, and it was far too many years worth of school for me at the time. I ended up with an English degree, which is completely useless. So now ... I sell real estate."

Katrina smiled knowingly at some inside private joke. "You make that sound bad. Is there something wrong with that?"

"It's not glamorous, and the income isn't consistent. In 2010, I made less than 50% of what I made in 2007. The last few years have been on the upswing, at least until this year. But this year's been tough."

"That's rough, with income that inconsistent. How do you manage?" 

"I made good money before, so I'm not in poverty now, but I'm not saving anything. No more extravagant vacations to Australia, and I've cut back on some other unnecessary expenses like ... adding to my stock portfolio. HBO. That kind of thing."

"No HBO? The horror! However will you watch Game of Thrones?" Katrina mocked playfully. She raised the blender, and refilled Sarah's drink, which, although not empty, had become precariously low. Sarah obliged her.

"You said that you're an athletic trainer?" Sarah asked.

"Yup; I'm at the gym four days a week, and I bartend three nights a week at a sports bar in Beaverton. The money's not great, but it pays the bills, and I don't hate my job, which is always nice. I also get a little side money from my Mom's online jewelry shop. She makes this weird, quirky, jewelry which has some niche market somewhere. But she knows nothing about computers, so I run the website, which basically consists of posting new pictures every month, and I get 10% of sales which come through the website; works out to a couple hundred extra bucks a month for about 2 or 3 hours of work. I've told her she should do it herself, but she insists she knows nothing about computers. I think she likes having it as an excuse to talk to me a couple of times a month."

"So you're a website designer?"

"Hardly. I took, like, three classes in college when I thought I wanted to do something amazing with my life like becoming Sergei Brin or Steve Jobs, but with tits. Learned enough to get by, but also enough to know I had no natural knack for it, or an important enough reason to get good at it. But I picked up my Mom's side-business at that point. Four years later, I'm still doing it, and making a little money. If I ever wanted to run a real website, I'd have to spend a lot of time learning the ropes prior to working on it. But the foundation is there, just in case."

"Interesting. I wouldn't have pegged you for the type."

"Yeah, I'm not the typical webmaster."

"I'll say." Sarah took another drink. "So how did you meet Ryan?"

"So you know a gym's most crowded time of the year is the first couple of weeks of January, when everyone makes resolutions to get in shape but are gone by February 1? Ryan was one of those. But we got along well, and he hung around long enough for us to become roommates when Scott the Prick and I split up. He realized I could contribute some money, keep the place cleaner, and the food in the fridge healthier. I've managed to convince him to stick with the gym routine, though. How long has it been since you saw Ryan?"

"Hmmm. Two years, maybe two and a half?"

"I think you'll be surprised. He's lost about twenty pounds, and is in much better shape."

Sarah nodded approvingly. "Well done."

"Me nagging him about diet and exercise was great when I was his trainer. Then it worked fine as roommates, because I had even more say over his diet. Then we tried dating, and that didn't work so well."

Sarah swallowed hard. "Dating? I thought you said you were just roommates."

Katrina didn't miss the significance of her pause. "We are; we tried dating, and my nagging drove him crazy, I didn't like his snoring or his controlling habits. So we went back to being roommates, and everything was fine again."

"So you're just roommates?"

"Well, roommates with benefits. Ryan's way too good of a lay to not be able to use him when I need him."


The Girl Who Gets What She Wants



Sarah paused, not sure how to respond. Katrina filled that conversational void for her.

"Which I'm guessing you probably already know all about."

Sarah blushed a deep shade of red and stood up. "I...uh...I should go..."

"No, no, it's not a problem. Sit down. We've been living together for a while; it's seriously not a big deal." Katrina grabbed Sarah's hand and pulled her back to the bar stool. Sarah let herself be pulled back.

"Ryan's great, he's a good roommate, he's great in the sack, but there's no jealousy issues here - you came over here to get laid, there's no reason you can't still do that."

"I...don't know." Sarah paused for a moment because she didn't know what to say, and then blurted it out all at once. "I guess I just don't want you to think I'm the kind of woman that makes booty calls on a regular basis. I just got out of a two year relationship a few weeks ago, and I've been stressed out because of work, and last night my vibrator ran out of batteries at the worst possible moment, and I..."

She stopped suddenly; she was mortified at the amount of information she had just shared with Katrina.

Katrina laughed. It was a friendly laugh, not a mean one, and put Sarah at ease. Katrina leaned forward, put a hand on Sarah's leg, and said "Sarah, honey, don't worry about it. I'm a personal trainer and a bartender; I have people I barely know tell me the most personal of details all the time. I am very skilled in the arts of discretion."

Sarah gave a nervous laugh, and took another big gulp of her drink.

Katrina continued. "I do have one prying question, though, that I just have to get the answer to. Which "girl" are you?" When she said girl, she made the universally recognized symbol for air quotes.

Sarah furrowed an eyebrow, and feigned ignorance. "What do you mean?"

Katrina raised an eyebrow. "You know how Ryan doesn't like to use names when talking about his former flings so he just describes them?"

"Sort of, yeah."

"You know how he slept with a woman who had a tattoo of a little faerie dragon on her shoulder?" Sarah's quizzical look didn't stop Katrina. "Anyway, we were talking about the sex they had one day, and he inadvertently ended up referring to her as "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo," which apparently amused him so much that's just how he refers to all his exes now. Not by their names, but by some phrase like that. There's the Girl under the Bleachers, the Girl in the Holiday Inn Hot Tub, so forth."

"Oh!" Sarah exclaimed. "I know about the Holiday Inn hot tub. They barely knew each other, but were drunk and touchy-feely, and ended up stroking each other off in a hot tub full of people, but nobody noticed because it was so bubbly."

"That's the one." Katrina paused dramatically. "Was that you?"

"No, no. But I wish it was."

"I know, right! I'd love to do it myself some time, but it doesn't seem quite nearly so hot when it's not spontaneous."

"I agree 100%. It just feels a little strange to be going into a hotel hot tub full of people with that in mind."

Sarah took another big drink of her frozen Alabama Slammer.

"Fair enough. So, Sarah," Katrina said teasingly, "if you're not the Girl in the Holiday Inn Hot Tub, are you the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo?"

Sarah blushed a bit. "Nope."

"You sure?"

Sarah rolled her eyes, and took off her jacket, setting it down on the counter. She slipped the sleeve of her blouse up far enough to expose her right shoulder blade enough to demonstrate there was no tattoo. Then she sat back down, taking another drink.

"And the other shoulder?" Katrina was wearing a mockingly accusatory expression.

Sarah laughed, and repeated the process for the other shoulder. While she did so, Katrina refilled her glass, and smiled approvingly.

"Just flicking you shit, but I am glad to see you have a sense of humor."

"I don't think Ryan and I would have gotten along so well if I didn't have a sense of humor. He takes life a little too cavalier to be compatible with someone who is always serious."

"That's a good point."

"I think sometimes he's a little too goofy, though, which I think is what kept us from ever becoming serious. It tends to come out at the worst times and eliminate any romance from the situation. Lust? Sure. Romance? Not so much."

"Cheers!" Katrina raised her glass again. "To Ryan! He's great in bed, but not someone you're going to take home and keep forever."

"Amen." Sarah returned the toast, and took another big drink. Now on her third glass, she was starting to feel the alcohol, despite the fact she could barely taste it. As Katrina had promised, it was a good drink for getting drunk without realizing it. "I see why you like these drinks."

Katrina smiled knowingly. "Feeling it already?"

"Maybe a little, yeah."

"Told you I'm good at this."

"There's no denying that."

A brief silence followed while they made eye contact, then a sly smile crossed Katrina's face. "You sneaky devil, you changed the subject!"

Sarah smiled and shrugged. "What subject?"

"Which girl are you?"

Sarah stammered a bit. "I don't know, I guess that Ryan and I never had that particular conversation."

"Right, right." Katrina said. "So let me guess."

"Um...OK." Sarah didn't know quite how to get out of this, and some combination of the alcohol and the company kept her from entirely wanting to. But then she had a flash of mischievous inspiration. "You can guess, but every time you get it wrong, you take a drink."

"Deal. And when I get it right, you finish yours."

"When? You mean if."

"Sure. You keep thinking that. I'm a smart girl, I'm feeling you out, and I'll get it eventually." She paused and scratched her chin theatrically and over-dramatically. Then she pretended to smoke a pipe, which made Sarah laugh.

"You're the ... Girl Who Was Afraid of the Camera!"

"Um...no. Definitely not."

Katrina took a big gulp of her drink. "Hmmm...how about the Girl Who Always Vacuums After Sex?"

"What? No. Why would anyone even do that?"

"No idea. It was just something she did, I guess." Katrina drank again.

"That's ... weird."

"For sure. How about the Girl Who Liked Her Feet Too Much?"

Sarah made a funny face and shook her head. "No. Ryan's had some weird chicks, apparently."

Katrina pondered for a bit as she drank. "The Girl Who Likes to Get Bit?"

Sarah shook her head as Katrina took her penalty.

"The Girl with the Ex who was a Furry?"

"Oh god, no."

"The Girl Who Liked to be Tied Up."

Sarah paused. "Well, I don't think so. We did it once or twice, maybe, but it wasn't like a big kink or anything."

"Oh, well, that wasn't you then, because when Ryan talks about this girl, it's like she couldn't get off if she wasn't restrained."

"Oh yeah, no, that's not me at all. I don't have any requirements like that at all."

Katrina smiled triumphantly. "You're the Girl Who Prefers to Cyber."

Sarah shook her head. Katrina frowned as she drank, and said "I thought that was it."

"Nope, I'm an in person kind of girl."

"The Girl Who Ate Chips in Bed."

A pause on Sarah's part. "Is that a euphemism?"

"To the best of my knowledge, no."

Sarah shook her head. "Not me, then."

"The Girl Who Wanted to be Gang Banged?"

Sarah thought for a second. "No. Not really, I don't think."

Katrina smiled as she drank. "So, you've thought about it, though?"

"Well, yeah, of course. But who hasn't at some point? I don't think Ryan and I discussed that specific fantasy, though. Even if we did, I don't think it was something that he would have known me for."

"The Girl with All the Sex Toys?"

Sarah thought. "I had my share, but I don't think anyone would consider it an overwhelming number. And Ryan and I didn't play with them a lot."

Katrina drank again and paused, deep in thought. "You don't strike me as the type, but maybe you are The Girl Who Liked Doing it in Public?"

"Oh, no, that's not me." Katrina smiled and drank while Sarah continued. "Well, I mean, I'm not a prude or anything, but I don't particularly fantasize about doing it in public. In front of other people, sure, but not the general public. The fear of getting arrested is not a turn on for me."

Katrina nodded approvingly, and finished the last drink from her glass. She paused while she emptied most of the rest of the contents into her glass. There was a little left, so she emptied the rest into Sarah's glass and held up the empty pitcher.

"Should I make another?"

"Oh, I don't know, I'll need to drive home before too terribly long."

Katrina snickered a bit. "Oh, please. Ryan'll be home any minute, and then you guys will spend the next three hours fucking, and when you finally end up wobbling out the door, it won't be because you're drunk."

Sarah again blushed. She wanted to stammer out a denial, but she knew better. "Well, in that case, I guess we'd better have another."

Katrina went to work. Sarah watched her work. She moved confidently and smoothly, her hands and arms knowing exactly where they were going without looking. After retrieving the ice cream from the freezer, she shut it with her hip; swaying her ass in a motion that Sarah was fully aware was a form of liquid seduction for most men.

Katrina continued to guess as she made it, and took a drink after each wrong answer.

"The Girl with the Purple Eyes."

"Um, no. That one should have been obvious."

"Yeah, I know, but I'm running out of answers. And maybe you had contacts? No? Anyway, how about the Girl with the Ridiculously Dangly Earrings?"

"Also no."

Katrina thought for a minute while the drink blended. "The Girl with the Cat Paw Tattoo?"

"Nope. No tattoos here, dragons, cat paws, butterflies, faeries or whatever."

Katrina nodded. "Saves me a drink for my next guess then."

"The Girl With the 70's Bush?"

Sarah recoiled a bit. "God, no."

"The Girl with No Bush."

"No, that's not it either. I like it trimmed back and presentably neat."

"Same here. No hair makes me look and feel like I'm ten years old. I've tried it for guys who like that, but it doesn't make me feel very sexy at all."

Katrina drank once more as the blending finished. "Well, I think I'm out of ideas, then." She frowned as she took the top off the blender and filled Sarah's yet again. Again, Katrina showing her skills as the perfect bartender, as the froth filled to the very tip top without going over. 

After setting the blender down and picking up her drink, Katrina brightened up. "Oh wait - there's one more."

Sarah paused a second before taking a drink from her cup.

Katrina smiled an evil smile. "The Girl Who Loves Taking It in the Ass."

Sarah's jaw dropped open and she felt her cheeks turn a deep shade of crimson. "How did you ...?"

Katrina smiled. "Guess enough, you'll get there. Plus, I made a few up just to get a read on you. Most importantly, I had to wait until I had your next drink made so I could be sure you had a full drink when I collected my prize."

Sarah stared at her, dumbfounded yet smiling, and decided she really liked this woman.

Katrina motioned to Sarah's cup. "Bottoms up!" She leaned her glass out for another toast, which Sarah returned.

"Plus, he told me about the time The Girl Who Loves It in the Ass invited him over to a house she was showing where they had an indoor hot tub and pool and that he spent all weekend ... how did he put it? Oh yes, plowing your ass."

"Sounds like something Ryan would say. Big mouthed jerk."

After taking a sip from her own drink, Katrina began with a deluge of questions as Sarah worked on her drink. "So, have you always liked it or did you have to train yourself? Is it something you do anytime, anywhere, or do you need warming up? Does it still hurt at the start or did you get past that? Do you ever do it by yourself with toys? Do you like front and back at the same time?"

Sarah absorbed all the questions. "So, um...curious, are we?"

And now it was Katrina's turn to blush a little bit. "Yeah, well, I've been working on it. I'd like to think I'm an adventurous girl, but I haven't quite gone down that road yet. I had an ex who was real pushy about it, and trying to sneak it in there like I wouldn't notice, and it kind of turned me off to it. It's not that I wasn't willing to consider it, but he was an asshole about well, my asshole. And that wasn't a turn on at all."

Sarah laughed. "Yeah, I had a similar experience. I had a boyfriend a few years ago who was really gung ho about it. He kept pushing and pushing and trying to pressure me into it, we got up to fingers and small toys before we finally broke up. I had just started to feel comfortable with it at that point, so then I was on my own, and did it by myself and really started to get into it. My next regular lay was the guy who benefitted from the previous one's pressure. Once it became a regular part of my sex life, I found myself going through phases where that's all I want for a while, more than regular sex."

"Really?" Katrina looked impressed. "All the time?"

"Not all the time. But there are days or even weeks that I just want it in the backdoor more than the front. That weekend at the house you mentioned? That was one of those weekends, and Ryan had not done it much, so the fact that it was a novelty to him added a lot to my enthusiasm. So that's pretty much all I wanted all weekend; I was a little sore come Monday, but it was well worth it."

"Do you do it every time?"

"Oh, no. Some days, just regular sex is all I'm after. And then there's days your ass just doesn't want it and, try as you might, anything going in there is going to hurt. You have to learn to listen to it, or it's going to get damaged and not going to be so receptive next time. Some guys (like Ryan, for instance) pick up on that pretty quick and steer clear of it if it's not going down."

"Even after doing it a lot, there's just times it won't work?"

"Yup. Sometimes, I don't even need lube or barely any warming up, and it's just ready for cock. Other times, I don't care if I'm fucking Johnny Depp; my ass is just not in the right mood. I don't know how porn stars do it - knowing that I'm going to get fucked in the ass Thursday at ten am is going to take me out of the mood completely."

Katrina nodded, enraptured, while Sarah continued. "And I know this is a cliché, but when you first start, your heart has to be in it. It just can't be something your head wants to do just because you think it's something you should have done by the time you turn 30 or your boyfriend wants to do it or whatever. You have to genuinely want to do it. You have to be prepared, you have to be comfortable with the idea of it, and I'd recommend actually being comfortable with having something fairly good sized up there while you're completely in control of the situation."

"Like a vibrator?"

"Exactly. Preferably one with a flared end so it doesn't get lost up there."

"Lost?" Katrina looked horrified and crossed her legs defensively. "What the hell? It can do that?"

"I've heard horror stories; I don't know how true they are, honestly. But I've always erred on the side of caution. That's a conversation in the ER I don't want to have. Or with the boyfriend."

"Awkward."

"Very."

"I can just picture it now. 'Honey, go get the salad tongs!'"

Both women busted out laughing. After a few seconds, Katrina hesitantly confessed. "I've been practicing solo, with fingers and toys, to try to work up to it with a guy. And it's been pretty good; I've been using lube pretty liberally, although I seem to need less and less as I do it more. Sometimes it's a little tough at first and other times, it just doesn't work at all, but I've been having more and more success. I've only had a couple of setbacks where I try to go too deep or too quick and hurt myself. I'm just scared to give control of that over to someone else; if he starts pounding too hard or thrusting too deep, I'm scared I'm not going to be able to stop it like I can solo."

Sarah nodded. "That's understandable. If it makes you feel any better, Ryan's really good at it, and he had no issues stopping if I told him to."

"That's good to hear." Katrina paused for a few seconds to take another drink. 

"So, lately, when I've been doing it, I've been trying to use a rabbit on my clit while using a dildo in my ... back door, trying to get me off while there's something up there."

"Is it working?"

"Yeah, pretty much. I actually find myself slipping the front toy in when I'm close to cumming, so I have penetration from both sides, and that's usually what sends me over the edge. Does that work for you?"

"More often than not, yeah." Sarah paused while deciding whether to go on or not. Then she realized she'd come this far, why stop now? "Sometimes, it's what I want when there's an actual dick involved, too."

Katrina raised an eyebrow. "You mean ... one real dick and a toy? Or two real dicks?"

"One real dick and one toy." Sarah paused and smiled. "Although I think I'd like to try it with two real dicks some time. That could be amazing."

Katrina nodded contemplatively and continued. "Do you always need lube? On some of the smaller toys, I've gotten so I don't need it sometimes. I hear some girls can do the full monty without lube, but I can't imagine. That sounds terrible."

Sarah nodded. "I usually need lube, but there are times when I'm just so wet and horny it slides right in. That usually only happens, though, after we've been having normal sex and we decide to switch it up midstream, so there's already some natural lube going on. But when everything's working, and I'm wet enough for that, and it works, it's a pretty amazing feeling just to take it all at once. It's not for beginners, though, that's for sure."

Katrina nodded understandingly. "That's good information, thanks. Yeah, I think it's going to happen soon."

Sarah smiled. "For your sake, I hope you enjoy it. It can be a ton of fun."

"Me too!"

A brief pause and a light bulb went off in Sarah's head. "So, if I'm the Girl Who Loves Taking It in the Ass, which girl are you?"

Katrina smiled and opened her mouth to answer, but they heard the front door open and someone come into the house.

"In here, Ryan."

Ryan walked into the room with a bag of groceries in his arm, saw the blender half full of frozen beverage and headed for it before realizing there was someone else in the room. He paused, looked and Sarah and did a double-take before realizing who she was.

Ryan was a good but not great looking guy, with short-cropped sandy blond hair and a body that was, in fact, a little leaner and more muscular than when Sarah had last seen him. He was still wearing his slacks from work, and Sarah found her eyes instantly drawn to the crotch of his pants, where she could see the hint of his package. On the way into the kitchen, he had apparently started to unbutton his dress shirt with his free hand, and had gotten down to his abs before Sarah startled him out of his routine. Judging from the relatively pale color of the exposed chest and abs, he had his typical farmer's tan, probably from playing too much golf.

"Sarah! Hi!" Ryan looked back and forth. "What a surprise. What...uh...what brings you by?"

"Well, I was in the area, and I just thought I would drop by and say 'Hi'. I figured it had been a while, we could catch up; maybe grab a drink or something. Knocked on the door, met Katrina, and we've been getting to know each other."

"Um...yeah, great! Can I get you a drink or something?"

Sarah motioned to the drink in her hand. Katrina laughed.

"Right, right. Well, let me pour myself one." He set the grocery bag down, opened a cupboard and grabbed a glass from within, and then reached for the blender. He looked at Katrina and asked "Slammer?"




The Girl Who Gets What She Wants



Katrina reached out and stopped him. "Yes, but I think you have better things to do than drink."

Ryan looked confused. "What do you mean?"

Sarah shot Katrina a wide eyed look.

"Well, Sarah's newly single and came over to get laid. We've been drinking and talking about sex, and I think she's a little drunk and a lot horny, so I really think you should take her upstairs and fuck her in every hole she's got."

Ryan's jaw dropped open. Sarah was only slightly less astonished. "Wait, what?"

"You heard me. Take her upstairs and fuck her brains out." She stood up, reached out, took Sarah's hand, dragged her towards Ryan, took the still empty cup out of Ryan's hand, put the two hands together, closed them, and then pushed them towards the front room and the stairs. "Go on, get busy!"

"But you, er, I..." Ryan stammered.

"You both want it, go get it on. I'll put the groceries away."

He looked over and Sarah, shrugged, and asked "You good with this?"

Sarah thought for about a second, and then nodded firmly. "Yup." Then she strode off towards the stairs by herself, determined. Ryan followed right behind, only pausing long enough for Katrina to whisper something in his ear. As Sarah turned the corner to go upstairs with Ryan in tow, Katrina made eye contact and winked. Her look of devilish glee was strangely exhilarating.

The master bedroom was upstairs and to the left. Sarah walked in and moved to close the door as Ryan grabbed her from behind, and groped her breasts through her shirt. Distracted, she let go of the door and groped his already hard cock through the smooth fabric of his dress slacks. After a couple of strokes, she pulled him over to the California king-sized bed where she bent over and rested her hands on the side of the bed. He shifted himself so he was directly behind her and she felt his hardness through the fabric of her skirt, sliding himself between her cheeks. Even through four layers of clothing, they were both ready to go.

He ground his cock against her ass while his hands reached around and unbuttoned her shirt, caressing her breasts as he did so. As each button came off, his thrusts got more and more insistent. Her gasps transitioned into gentle moans, each thrust of his pelvis causing a little more urgency in her loins.

Her shirt undone, she pulled her arms off the bed to allow him to take off her shirt completely. While he did so, she spun around and started to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way. Their mouths met for the first time, and their tongues intertwined urgently and passionately. Her shirt came off quickly; his followed and she kissed her way down his neck to his nipples. She knew from past experience that Ryan had very sensitive nipples for a man, and she took full advantage of that fact. Ryan grinned and arched his back to give her better access to them, and her hands worked their way lower to his slacks. She grasped his hard cock with her left hand, and began stroking it through the soft fabric while her right hand undid his belt.

Once the belt was undone, she unzipped the slacks and reached inside his waistband, into his boxers and grabbed him. She moved her mouth up from his chest to his face, and she moved in to kiss him. Right before their mouths met, she pulled back and their eyes met. She grinned slyly and leaned in again, only to pull away instants before their lips met. He looked confused, but contented, as her hand continued to stroke his hard cock. She leaned in again and let him kiss her, pulling hard on him simultaneously. He moaned, and pushed himself further into the kiss. His hands reached around her back and unclasped her bra.

As he brought his hands around front, sliding off her bra as he did so, she spun them around and pushed him back onto the bed. His hands didn't quite reach her breasts as she slipped out of range, and when he attempted to raise up to reach them, she put a hand on his chest and pushed him back flat onto the bed.

"Still a bit of a tease, eh, Sarah?"

"Always. It's not as much fun if you don't have to work for it."

She pulled his slacks off in one motion, leaving only his cotton boxers straining to contain his erection. She stroked it through the fabric, rubbing it with her cheek and rubbing her mouth over the clothed tip, all without exposing bare skin. She was watching his face while she did that, and he could barely keep his eyes off of her.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and slipped his boxers off. Sarah had forgotten how gorgeous Ryan's cock was. It was about six and a half inches long and just the right girth for Sarah's wants. His light brown pubic hair was kept trimmed, allowing for her to see the hint of skin through it. She smiled when she saw the three freckles in a horizontal line midway up his dick which she had always jokingly referred to as "O-Ryan's Belt." His shaft was straight as an arrow, and the pinkish-purple head had already produced a tiny drop of fluid.

She licked the tip, savoring the taste of his pre-cum. Ryan had always had delicious cum, and that hadn't changed. She swirled her tongue around the tip, and looked up at his face to see what his expression was, but he was looking across the room at something. 

"Seriously? Distracted already?" she asked, and got his attention right back by taking his erection as far into her mouth as she could. He gasped and his attention was right back where it should be, making eye contact with the woman who was sucking his cock.

Sarah was not able to deep throat Ryan, but she certainly tried. She brought him into her mouth, and swirled her tongue in a corkscrew pattern while sliding his cock in and out between her lips. Her right hand worked his shaft, while her left hand trailed up his abs and to his chest, and tweaked his nipple, which solicited another smile and groan.

Ryan squirmed under the ministrations of her tongue and mouth. "I forgot how good you were at this, Sarah."

"Guess I better try harder," she said between strokes, "wouldn't want you to forget again."

He smiled and she went back to work. Ryan's groans started to become a little more insistent, and Sarah thought it was about time to put his cock somewhere else. She looked up at his face and, again, he wasn't looking at her but somewhere across the room.

She turned her head to see what he was looking at, but all she saw was the door to the bedroom, which apparently failed to shut all the way when they came in. Somehow she didn't think Katrina would mind a little sex noise, but then she put two and two together, and figured out what was going on. She looked around the room for his dresser with the mirror, and figured out that if she repositioned herself, she could see the bedroom door in the mirror. She did so, and then she went back to work on his cock, making sure to make extra loud slurping noises.

It didn't take long before Katrina's pretty head peeked back around the corner. Katrina wasn't looking in the mirror, she was looking at Sarah. Sarah's body now covered some of Katrina's view, so Katrina had to come a full step into the room to actually see what was going on. Sarah could see that Katrina's nipples had gotten hard enough to be visible through her sports bra. Her right hand was drifting towards her crotch, perhaps subconsciously.

Sarah had been watched once, in college, without her knowledge when Tyler, her 

boyfriend at the time, had pulled out and come all over her stomach during sex, looked her in the eye, and said "Come on out, Brad." His frat brother Brad came out of the closet with a shit-eating grin, his erection visible through his gym shorts. Sarah stared at Brad, then at Tyler, in stunned silence, and started to gather her clothes. As she watched the two guys high five, she just got madder and almost completely missed how she was feeling. With her hand on the door knob, she realized her own emotions and turned around. She dropped her own clothes, walked back to Tyler, got in his face, and said "Fine. He got to watch. Now you get to watch."

As Tyler's look turned from triumph to confusion, she turned to Brad, dropped to her knees and took his cock out of his pants. Tyler stammered out a brief "What are you..." before she told him to shut up. To his credit, Brad was smart enough to keep his mouth shut while Sarah took his erection into her mouth. Tyler protested briefly, but Sarah was on a mission. Tyler then decided to try to play her tits from behind, and she slapped his hands away, stopping only long to say "Don't fucking touch me." Brad didn't take long to cum, and Sarah swallowed every drop, and milked it for a little more. It was her first time swallowing.

Tyler said "Holy shit, Sarah, when are you going to start swallowing for me?" Sarah got up from her knees, punched him in the eye, and said "Never, asshole." Then she grabbed her clothes and left, never talking to either boy again. She went straight back to her dorm and masturbated furiously, something she had rarely partaken in before.

Afterwards, however, she kept thinking about that moment and what made her do that. At first she thought it was anger and vengeance, but then as she started to explore her own fantasies, she realized that what turned her on was being watched; what pissed her off was the betrayal of trust and the surprise. Over the years, she had slowly come to terms with the fact that being watched, with her knowledge, was a fantasy and a turn-on of hers. And this particular situation was very much in Sarah's fantasy wheelhouse.

So when Katrina's eyes ended up drawn to the mirror and made horrified contact with hers, Sarah didn't surprise herself much at all when she said "Katrina, that's not a very good place to see from. Why don't you come closer and watch from somewhere you can get a better look?"

There was a stunned silence. Mouth agape, Katrina looked at Sarah, then to Ryan, then back at Sarah. Ryan shrugged at first and then nodded frenetically, and Sarah took Ryan's cock back into her mouth, making eye contact with Katrina as she worked his shaft in and out between her lips. Katrina was confused at first, and then went to sit on the chair at Ryan's desk, which was across the room from the bed.

"That's still not going to get you a good view, Katrina." Sarah said, and pointed at the head of the bed, a few feet away from where the action was happening. Katrina hesitated for just a couple of seconds, long enough to get an expectant look from Sarah, and then she moved over and sat on the pillows at the head of the bed.

Sarah smiled, nodded, and engulfed Ryan cock's again, taking it as far as she could into her mouth. Ryan gasped briefly, and lightly moaning in concert with Sarah's head sliding up and down over his shaft. As she sucked his cock, working it deeper and deeper into her throat, she watched Katrina's hands slide closer and closer to the waistband of her pants. This was turning her on as much as the blowjob she was giving. Ryan mostly had his eyes closed, and was missing the potential show.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip, breaking the rhythm just long enough to get Ryan to open his eyes to see what she was doing. Their eyes met briefly, and she nodded at Katrina. Ryan looked over and immediately saw what Katrina was about to do, and his eyes widened. Sarah felt his cock twitch with excitement.

Without removing Ryan from her mouth, Sarah reached around, unzipped her skirt from behind, and she got up from her knees to stand at the edge of the bed. She smiled at Ryan and then made eye contact with Katrina as she slid everything off, exposing her neatly trimmed light brown bush. She caught a whiff of her own moist pussy, and played with her clit for about two seconds before grabbing Ryan's cock.

Most of the time, Sarah liked penetration at a slow and steady rate. This was not one of those times. She straddled Ryan's legs, pushed the head of his dick against her pussy, and it slipped in all the way to the hilt. Katrina let out a single "Oh," and Sarah gasped audibly. Her eyes widened, and then she took a second for herself, closing her eyes and reveling in the sensation of being filled.

"Holy shit, that feels good." Sarah said, and leaned forward on top of Ryan, kissing him passionately. She rode him gently at first, then harder, grinding her hips into his pelvis. She sat back up so she was riding him cowgirl, sneaking a look at Katrina. Katrina had grasped her still-clothed breast with her left hand, but her right hand had snuck into her spandex shorts, and she was clearly playing with herself. Katrina's eyes were fixated on where Ryan's cock was buried in Sarah's pussy.

Sarah reached down and played with her own clit with one hand, and grabbed her tit with the other. Ryan grabbed the other one and pulled her down to him, taking her nipple into his mouth as she continued to ride him, burying him deep inside her pussy with every thrust. With her on top, Ryan continued to suck on her nipples, alternating between the two.

With Ryan's face occupied, Sarah looked up and made eye contact with Katrina, watching Katrina play with herself while she rode Ryan's cock. Katrina returned her torrid stare, and responded by increasing the pace of the hand in her shorts. Sarah watched the shape of Katrina's hand through her shorts, and at least one of her fingers was disappearing inside of her. Her shorts were low enough that on Katrina's more urgent thrusts, Sarah could see the top of Katrina's dark brown landing strip.

As she watched Katrina pleasure herself, Sarah felt her own orgasm begin to build as Ryan continued to fuck her. She put her hand on Ryan's chest and started to gyrate her hips so his cock was pressing into her just right, hitting her G-spot on every thrust. Sarah began to breathe heavily, and put more weight on Ryan's chest, and Ryan knew from past experience to quit moving when she did this, and Sarah took control. Her ass pressed down harder into his crotch, grinding his cock as deep into her pussy as it could go. She knew what was coming, and her hand started to rub her own clit that much faster.

The orgasm built quickly, due to the stimulation of her hand added to the excitement of being watched. Katrina watched with rapt fascination as Sarah's lower lip began to quiver, and the arm that was holding her up on Ryan's chest began to shake. Her nipples became so swollen they almost became painful, and Sarah locked eyes with Katrina right as she climaxed.

Sarah wasn't normally a screamer, but she let out a series of loud moans as the spasms of pleasure wracked her body. She ground herself onto Ryan's cock as she came, and when it was over, flopped forward onto his chest, spent. His cock remained inside her, still hard as a rock, but allowing her to rest for a minute to gather her breath.

Fifteen seconds went by. "That was intense," Katrina said, her own breath a little ragged. Sarah nodded and laughed gently, and noticed that one of Katrina's legs was within arms length, and she reached out and lightly stroked the brunette's leg. Katrina moved her leg a little closer so Sarah could get more contact, and Sarah started moving her hand gently up and down Katrina's calf, which had just grown a light sheen of sweat. Katrina's gaze met Sarah's as the brunette's fingers continued to work on and in her pussy.

Ryan noticed what was going on, and watched Katrina play with herself for a few seconds, and began thrusting back into Sarah. Sarah kissed him, and put her nipples back into his mouth, all while she continued to stroke Katrina's leg.

Ryan took all this in, and felt his own orgasm approaching. Sarah noticed the pace change, and looked down at him. His face started to become strained, and Sarah became concerned.

"You getting close to coming?"

"Oh yeah. I'm gonna blow."

Sarah stopped her thrusting, and put her hand on Ryan's chest. "Not yet. Stop."

Both Katrina and Ryan looked at her, dumbfounded. Both had stopped what they were doing.

"Why?" Ryan asked.

"Because we're putting on a show for Katrina, and you know what Katrina really, really wants to see?"

Ryan still looked confused, but Sarah wasn't looking at Ryan, she was looking at Katrina. Katrina looked blank for just a second, and then she smiled and nodded.

"Katrina?" Sarah asked, knowing the answer.

"I want to watch you fuck her in the ass," Katrina declared.

Ryan looked at Katrina, for a second, stunned, then looked up at Sarah. Sarah got off Ryan, got on her hands and knees with her ass pointing at his face. "Bring it on, Ryan. Or had you forgotten that I'm The Girl Who Loves It in the Ass?" Ryan looked confused for just a split second, then got with the program. Ryan got up on his knees behind her, and started to get in position.

Katrina spoke again. "Do you want me to get the lube from the dresser?" She asked, pointing across the room to where Sarah knew Ryan kept his sex toys.

Sarah thought for a minute while she reached back and slipped his cock back into her pussy. "I don't think so; I'm plenty ready to go." She paused, planning ahead. "But you might want to grab it ... just in case."

Sarah watched Katrina's ass as she got up and walked across the room and opened a dresser drawer and looked in. Ryan continued to slowly fuck her as Katrina rooted around in the drawer.

"Ryan, I don't see any lube in here."

"Huh?" Ryan was distracted. "Oh, well, I, uh, we haven't needed any in awhile."

Katrina frowned, then brightened up. "Be right back."

As Katrina left the room, Ryan's thrusts started to get a little faster. Sarah calmed him down. "Slower, tiger. Don't you go popping your cork just yet."

"You just came." Ryan pouted.

"And yet I'm still fucking you. You, sir, need a blanket and an alarm clock after you come."

"Hmph."

Katrina returned with a blue bottle of lube, and handed it to Sarah, who just set it down on the bed next to her. Katrina started to move back to where she had been, but Sarah patted the bed with her left hand, just a foot or so from her. "You'll see better over here." Katrina didn't hesitate, and got onto the bed, right next to where Ryan was sliding in and out of Sarah's dripping wet pussy. She watched, briefly trying to be casual about it before realizing that was pointless, and started more intently.

"Got a good view?" Sarah asked rhetorically, as she reached back and took his cock out of her pussy, sliding it up just a couple of inches to push against her backdoor. She heard Katrina inhale deeply and then hold her breath. Sarah pushed back against his erection, and there was just a hint of resistance before he slid in, stopping once his head was inside. She felt her ring expand and then contract back around his head, gripping the shaft tightly once the head was in. 

Sarah sighed and stayed still for a minute, just enjoying the feeling, and she let out a little laugh as she felt her ass get used to it and accept it. When she was ready, she turned and looked at Katrina as she pushed back slowly on Ryan, taking his whole length in one smooth movement.

"Holy shit, that was hot." Katrina said.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Sarah said, and she began thrusting back against his cock. Ryan thrust as well, and the two of them quickly developed a familiar rhythm, his dick sliding deep into her willing and open orifice with every thrust. There was no pain, only pleasure, for Sarah, who was getting her first ass-fucking in a long time, and was loving every second of it.

Ryan's pace increased and Sarah started to push herself back into him harder, their bodies making a slapping sound as they rocked together. Katrina continued to watch the action attentively, her eyes rarely straying from his cock entering her ass. Her hand started to return to her shorts, and this time Katrina showed no hesitation in sticking her hand down her shorts and playing with herself.




The Girl Who Gets What She Wants



Sarah focused on enjoying the penetration as Ryan continued to thrust into her. His hands were on her hips, holding her, pushing her back and forth against him. She closed her eyes and started to feel the distant approach of another orgasm, but opened them again as she felt a third hand pressing firmly on her back. She looked over at Katrina, who had got up on her knees to make out with Ryan, using her left hand to balance herself on Sarah while masturbating with her right.

Sarah felt Ryan's thrusting increase in both frequency and duration. Katrina flopped back onto the bed, lying next to Sarah on her back, still masturbating. Her left hand slid from Sarah's back to her front, and gripped her breast, tweaking with her nipple. The two girls slid closer to each other, their eyes locked and their lips getting closer and closer. The inevitable was about to happen, and Sarah was ready to let it.

Then her orgasm hit. Hard. It caught Sarah by surprise, and her eyes shot open like she'd been shot, and spasms of pleasure racked through her body. The impending kiss was aborted when Katrina pulled away for safety, as Sarah was not completely in control of her body. It seemed to go on for an eternity, and all Sarah could do was ride the wave. She watched Katrina watch her, and that intensified it even further.

Once it subsided, she lay there, motionless and spent; looking into Katrina's eyes, still enjoying the feeling of Ryan pounding away at her ass, but her pleasure was more passive now. Again, Katrina's face came closer to hers, and their lips touched briefly. Sarah felt just the hint of a tongue, and they separated to look into each others' eyes. She went back in for the deeper kiss and ...

"Oh my god, I'm gonna come." Ryan grunted crassly from behind her. "Want me to fill you up?"

Before Sarah could say anything, Katrina interrupted. "No, I'm watching the best porn movie ever. I want to see the money shot." She clambered back up to her knees to watch Ryan finish his last few strokes.

Sarah felt him pull out, and felt the hot cum splatter all over her ass and back. Some of it definitely ended up in her hair. His guttural grunts of "Oh yeah" completed the porn soundtrack the other girl apparently had playing in her head, because during Ryan's orgasm, she was saying "Oh yeah, come all over her back. Yeah, look at all that cum. Holy shit, keep cumming all over that slut."

Sarah laughed to herself a bit, knowing that if Ryan had said it, she would have found it crass and guttural and a big turn off. With Katrina, it was a different story. Having the third person there, watching her back get painted with Ryan's load, was definitely a turn on.

Finally, he was done, and he fell back on the bed, and Sarah slid off her knees onto her stomach. Sarah could still feel his hot cum on her, and was reminded that Ryan had the best tasting cum she'd ever had. The part of her that enjoyed being a complete whore was disappointed that it was on her back and not in her mouth, but she would get over it. She would need a towel or something, though.

Katrina asked "Want me to help clean you up?" Her hand was still trailing up and down Sarah's side, playing with the side of her left tit and her ass.

Sarah mumbled "Sure," into the bed sheets, expecting the other girl to get up and grab a towel or washcloth from the bathroom. 

But Katrina's porn fantasy was not over. Sarah's eyes widened as she felt the other girl kiss her cheek, and then felt a hot tongue run up her back and start to lick Ryan's cum off of her. "Wouldn't want this to go to waste," she said, "because we both know how good it tastes." An exaggerated swallowing noise followed.

"Holy shit," Ryan mumbled from the other side of the bed.

Katrina's tongue started to clean Sarah's ass and back, swallowing loudly after each run. Sarah's exhaustion was quickly replaced by renewed arousal. This gorgeous girl was licking cum off her back. She started to moan with every lick, and flex her back and move with the motion of her tongue.

After a particularly long lick, Katrina said "Here, let's share," and suddenly their faces were together and they were kissing. Sarah tasted semen on Katrina's tongue, and that cranked it up another notch. They kissed passionately, two women who had known each other for maybe an hour, but who right now desperately needed this. The kiss lasted for a long time, long past the point where Ryan's load was gone. And Katrina went back for more.

They kissed two or three more times, repeating the process, sharing what was left of Ryan's semen. Then Katrina went back one last time and said "Last drop." She ran her tongue up the crack of Sarah's ass, starting at her pussy and ending at her backdoor. Her tongue worked its way around her sphincter, giving Sarah a delicate but sensuous rim job. Sarah moaned in ecstasy.

"Like that, huh?" Katrina asked.

"Mmm hmmm," Sarah moaned in response.

"I'm a little surprised, to be honest. I thought it would have stayed open, like it does in porn. You know, gaping a little bit?" Katrina pondered. "But it closed right up. That makes it sexier and less gross."

Sarah giggled slightly, enjoying Katrina's chatter. "But you enjoyed the hell out of that.; makes me want to try it more."

Sarah rolled over, gently, and reached down to pull the brunette up to her, kissing her gently. "I bet I know someone who can help you with that."

Ryan's eyes perked up and he started to raise his hand to jokingly volunteer.

"Yeah, it's too bad he just blew a gigantic load. He probably won't be able to get it up again for a week." Katrina laughed.

Ryan looked dejected. His drooping penis did as well.

"Well, you know," Sarah said, "In my experience, Ryan's usually pretty good about getting it up again quickly with the right motivation."

Katrina nodded at Ryan, appraisingly. "Yeah, that's true. What kind of motivation do you think works best?"

Sarah smiled. "The kind where two chicks have sex with each other on his bed while he watches."

"That just might do it."

They briefly laughed together, and looked at Ryan, whose eyes got wide. Then they turned back to each other and resumed their kiss. Katrina's tongue still tasted faintly like semen, but as Sarah kissed her harder, she could still taste the fruity aftertaste of the Alabama Slammer.

After a minute or so of kissing, Katrina rolled on top, and reached down to remove her sports bra. When freed of confinement, Sarah was pleasantly surprised to realize her breasts were real. And they were, in fact, spectacular. Katrina's saucer sized dark areolas surrounded very hard nipples, and there was no sag whatsoever; her youth was clearly still working to her advantage. Sarah reached up to feel them and massage them, almost in awe. She stroked them and played with them, pulling Katrina down to her so she could suck on them.

"Bet you thought they were fake, huh?"

Sarah nodded with her mouth full of nipple.

"I get that a lot. But they're real, and they've won me a lot of money and free drinks in wet T-shirt contests over the years. Wouldn't trade 'em for ...oh!...anything..."

Sarah murmured her approval, and Katrina went back to enjoying the sensation. Sarah continued working on her right breast with one hand, sucking on the other nipple, and the other hand trailed down Katrina's belly. When her hand reached the elastic waist band of the shorts, she slipped it right underneath and towards Katrina's pussy. She felt the fuzz of the groomed and soft bush, and ran her fingers through it for a second or two before moving on.

When Sarah's finger hit on Katrina's clit, she jumped a bit and moaned. Katrina's pussy was soaking wet, and her finger slipped in easily and without resistance. Katrina pulled her nipples out of Sarah's mouth, and the women kissed again, their tongues intertwining as Sarah slipped a second finger inside the other girl.

Katrina tugged on Sarah's nipple, and moved her hand down between the blonde's legs, rubbing her clitoris, which had finally recovered from the previous pounding it had taken. A finger slipped inside, followed by another, and the girls were virtually mirror images, kissing and fingering each other at the same time.

Sarah broke the pose first, pushing Katrina off her and onto her back, lying on top of her and kissing her. Their tongues met and pushed against each other, Sarah groping the other girl while they made out. Sarah kissed her way down Katrina's neck and reached her right nipple, taking that into her mouth while tweaking her left nipple with her other hand. Katrina brought her own fingers, still covered in Sarah's juices, up to her own mouth, and began sucking on them while Sarah worked her over.

After both Katrina's nipples were attended to, Sarah kissed her way down the brunette's belly and tugged at her shorts. Katrina lifted her hips, and the shorts slid off easily, leaving Katrina completely exposed. Her bush was short enough to keep well trimmed without looking juvenile, and Sarah approved.

Katrina's labia were slender and compact, but open and well-lubricated. Sarah touched her tongue to Katrina's clit, and it had the electric effect she was hoping. Katrina arched her back and her eyes shot open.

"Oh hell yes, girl. Eat me!" Katrina clearly had a penchant for the dirty talk, but this didn't bother Sarah. Sarah continued to work her tongue up and down the other girl's pussy, focusing mostly on her clit. She slipped two, then three fingers into Katrina's hole, watching the girl's lips tighten and loosen as she finger-fucked her new friend.

Sarah slipped a fourth finger in. "You like that?"

"Oh, fuck yeah. Don't stop."

"You gonna cum for me?"

"Don't stop and I will."

Sarah continued to lick Katrina's clit, then took her fingers out long enough to run her tongue all the way down her pussy, and past it, all the way to her backdoor. Sarah kissed around it and then, sensing encouragement, licked her asshole. Katrina moaned in response, and Sarah pushed it deeper, trying to penetrate it. Katrina rolled over on her side, allowing Sarah to continue her ministrations while slipping fingers back in the other girl's pussy. 

After a minute of this, Sarah slipped her pinky out of Katrina's pussy, and moved it back a little bit, swirling around her back door. Katrina moaned and murmured in pleasure.

"You want this?" Sarah asked, exerting light pressure with her finger.

"Oh yeah, warm me up. Put a finger in my ass so you can lube me up."

Sarah reached over and took the bottle of lube that Katrina had retrieved earlier, putting a little bit on her hand.

"You know, when I had you get the lube earlier, it wasn't for me. It was for you."

Katrina smiled between moans. "Guess I should have seen that coming."

Sarah slipped her now-lubed up finger into Katrina's back door. "Maybe, but we're both going to see you coming."

Katrina gasped, and moaned, her eyes widened as she got used to the new sensation.

"That OK?"

"Yeah, it's good, I think. Give me a second before..." Sarah paused, allowing Katrina to get comfortable. "Yeah, now, push it in and out; all your fingers, both my holes." As Sarah complied, Katrina continued to enjoy herself. "Holy shit, don't stop." Sarah felt the other girl's back door loosen and accommodate her finger. Katrina started to buck her hips in response, and it was time for Sarah to up the ante.

She slipped her ring finger out of Katrina's pussy, and slid it back an inch. Katrina paused for a second as she realized what was happening, but decided to allow it. Sarah slipped the second finger in, and Katrina barely seemed to register it. Whatever toys the girl had been practicing with solo were clearly decent sized.

"Ryan?" Sarah asked, turning her head to acknowledge the man for the first time in a while. He looked a bit startled to be addressed. His cock was slowly hardening, and although he was not back to full mast yet, it wasn't going to take long.

"Yeah?"

"Go to the bathroom and wash that thing off, then come back and shove it down her throat while I make her come."

Ryan was up and out of the room almost instantly. Sarah returned her attention to Katrina's pussy. She still had two fingers in the pussy, two fingers in the ass, and her tongue was working on the girl's clit. Sarah watched as Katrina played with her own nipples, while enjoying the oral sex she was receiving.

Sarah heard the water running in the shower for a few seconds, then Ryan returned. His cock was harder than it had been when he left, and Katrina opened her eyes just in time as Ryan climbed on the bed and put his cock in her face. She opened her mouth almost on instinct and his shaft slid in. She was clearly too distracted to do much other than take it, and he began gentle thrusting in and out, fucking her face.

Sarah felt Katrina's orgasm coming before she saw it or heard it. The other girl's ring tightened around her fingers and started pulsing. Katrina's breathing got heavier and heavier, more and more hurried, and she pulled her head away from Ryan's cock.

"You going to come for me, baby?" Sarah asked.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh shit, oh shit, oh ..."

The orgasm hit hard, and Katrina's hips bucked wildly, her pussy and ass tightening down on Sarah's fingers. Her eyes opened wide and she moaned loudly, thrusting her hips into the air back and forth for a few seconds before arching and freezing in pose, her back rigid.

She slumped back down onto the bed, an exhausted smile on her face. "Holy shit." She reached out and took a hold of Ryan's cock and stroked it gently back and forth, almost absent-mindedly.

"Have a good time?" Sarah asked.

"What do you think?" Katrina laughed. "You eat good pussy. Not your first time, I take it?"

"Not exactly, no."

"Has Ryan see you do this before?"

"Nope, Ryan never got to see me fuck another girl before. How about you?"

"Done it before, of course. Not with Ryan, though."

"Ryan's a lucky bastard." 

Ryan spoke for the first time in a while. "Hell yes I am."

Everyone laughed, and Katrina put his cock back in her mouth and began sucking it with renewed vigor. Any semblance of flaccidness was gone from Ryan's cock; he was clearly ready to go again.

"And now," Katrina announced, "it's my turn to return the favor."

Katrina took his cock out and got on her knees, turning around so Ryan could fuck her doggie-style. He took the hint and was fucking her within seconds. Sarah hadn't moved, so when Katrina took the position, they kissed, and the brunette took delight in tasting her own juices on Sarah's face.

"You taste good," Katrina whispered. "I love the taste of my own pussy on another girl's face." Sarah smiled, and they kissed some more while Ryan kept pounding away. "But now," Katrina said "I want to go down on you."

"That would be amazing," Sarah said, and spun around; exposing her soaking wet pussy to Katrina's face. Katrina did not waste any time, and slipped two fingers into Sarah while simultaneously touching tongue to clit.

The effect was electric; Sarah went from passively horny to completely into it in no time at all. There was no warm-up, it was just on. Katrina's ministrations on her clit were vigorous and expertly done. Sarah writhed on her tongue for a few minutes, and it didn't take long for Sarah to feel the orgasm building; she closed her eyes while Ryan continued to fuck the other girl from behind. Sarah knew it was coming, and tried to figure out what she was going to say to let the others know what was going on without sounding like an idiot. But then Katrina slipped a finger into her ass, and the orgasm cascaded onto an unprepared Sarah.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh god. Oh god. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Ooooooohhhh..." Sarah's final moan trailed off, and Katrina took her tongue off Sarah's clit, and took the finger out of her ass, just slowly working her pussy with the two fingers. Ryan continued to fuck Katrina doggie style.

Sarah relaxed for a couple of minutes, relaxing and recovering. Once she had her breath back, she sat up and pulled Katrina's face close to hers. The girls made out for a minute while Ryan kept fucking Katrina. Sarah pulled away and looked Katrina in the eye.

"I think it's time."

"Time for what?" Katrina looked confused for a second. Then her eyes widened a bit. "Oh. I don't know..."

"Bullshit," Sarah said. "I know you're ready for it, you know you're ready for it, Ryan knows you're ready for it."

"Ready for what?" Ryan asked, never slowing his pace.

"To get her backdoor cherry popped."

Ryan nodded in approval; Katrina flinched a little but acquiesced. "Yeah, you're right, it's time."

Sarah smiled and grabbed the bottle of lube off the bed. "Don't worry; I won't let him hurt you."

Sarah got up on her knees and slid around to where Ryan was still pounding away, although a bit gentler. She put her finger into her own mouth, and then leaned down and applied it gently to Katrina's backdoor. There was no resistance; it was still lubed well and good from the previous fingering. Sarah could feel Ryan's cock in Katrina's pussy, and she slipped a second finger into the other girl's ass. Katrina moaned in pleasure, and she began alternating her finger thrusts with Ryan's cock, falling into an alternating rhythm. 

Katrina moaned. "Oh, that's good. That's really good. Don't stop. Don't stop."

"Oh, but I think we need to." Sarah said, and Ryan stopped on command. She removed her fingers and opened the bottle of lube, applying liberal amounts to Katrina's opening. She put a little more on the fingers of her right hand, and set the bottle down. She took a hold of the shaft of Ryan's cock with her left hand, pulled it out and put it in her mouth, sucking as much of the length of it as she could take. Katrina's juices were covering his shaft, to the point where they were almost visible. She took whatever she could, and then pulled his cock out of her mouth, and took the length of the shaft in her right hand, stroking it back and forth and covering it with lube.

"You ready, girl?"

A hesitant "Yes," from the other end of Katrina was all the encouragement Sarah needed.

Sarah slipped a finger, than two, back into the brunette's ass, and worked it just a little more before guiding Ryan's cock to her rear opening and rubbing the two together. "All right, Kat, take a deep breath and relax." She did.

"OK, Ryan, just put the tip in, then give her a second to get acclimated."

Katrina took another deep breath as the tip of Ryan's cock slipped in, with just a hint of resistance. It was definitely larger than the two fingers that Sarah had been fingering her with, but not so much as to be overwhelming. Katrina gasped with the sensation of entry and then froze, as did Ryan. She took a couple of deep breaths.

"How you doin', girl?" Sarah asked.

"Good, I think. Just give me a minute."

"That's fine, take all the time you need. When you're ready, push back into him, control the depth yourself. I won't let Ryan move."

Ryan didn't move, simply enjoying where he was. The only movement for a moment was Sarah's hand, sliding comfortingly up and down Katrina's back. Sarah could feel the other girl shaking, just a little bit. 

Eventually, Katrina's breathing evened out a bit. "OK. OK, let me try this." She pushed back a little bit, and Sarah watched Ryan's shaft slide a little bit deeper before stopping. Another deep breath, and another slow push, and this time it didn't stop until her cheeks hit Ryan, the entire length of Ryan's cock was buried inside.

"Hooooly shit," Katrina moaned. "Oh god, that's intense. Is it all the way in?"

"Mmm hmm. Way to go, girl." Sarah's hand moved from Katrina's back around to her front to play with her tits. "Let him know when you're ready for him to thrust."




The Girl Who Gets What She Wants



"Give me a minute."

Sarah continued to gently stroke the other girl's back while she took a few deep breaths and got used to the feeling.

"I think I'm ready. Take it slow, Ryan."

Ryan did, easing his way out until just the tip was still in, then back in until he was all the way in. The pace was slow and deliberate, Katrina breathing heavily through the whole thing.

"Feeling good yet, baby?" Sarah asked.

"Yeah, it's just ... intense. Not quite painful, but not comfortable yet. Just keep going slowly, Ryan."

"OK." Ryan continued the deliberate pace. Sarah slid underneath the other girl, sucking on her nipples. She slid her left hand down to the other girl's clit, and started to gently play with it. Katrina sighed in response and pushed into her hand.

"You like that?" 

"Yeah," Katrina said. "Would you ... slide underneath and lick me while he's fucking me? I think that'll help me get used to it."

Sarah smiled. "Of course, sweetie." She rotated, and pulled herself underneath Katrina, effectively forming a 69. She was able to crane her neck and get to the clit, licking it gently, while watching Ryan's cock slide in and out of her ass from just a couple of inches away. Ryan's balls were slapping her in the forehead with every thrust which Sarah would have found hilarious if taken out of context.

Katrina was starting to acclimate, and starting to push back and increase the pace. Once Sarah's tongue hit her clit, it was on. Katrina began playing again with Sarah's pussy, and reoriented herself so she could lick Sarah again. Sarah wasn't anywhere near orgasm, but it still felt damn good.

The pace between Ryan and Katrina picked up as the brunette grew more and more comfortable. Sarah got her face out of the way of Ryan's quicker thrusting, but was able to slip a finger into the other girl's pussy, then two. Just a few minutes before, her fingers and Ryan's cock had been thrusting in tandem in opposite holes, and now the situation was reversed.

Katrina's tongue on Sarah's pussy became less consistent, and her breathing heavier. Sarah picked up the pace with both her tongue and her fingers.

"Holy shit, I'm going to cum. I didn't know I could..." Katrina gasped, but was interrupted. Her eyes grew wide, and Sarah's head, resting on Katrina's calf, felt her leg grow tense and taut.

She came hard, every muscle in her body tensing and spasming at once. The scream that came out of her mouth was loud and intense. After a couple of seconds of perfect rigidity, she slumped down onto Sarah, almost all of her weight on her knees. Ryan was able to stay with her, and continue his thrusting, holding on to his own impending orgasm.

Katrina lay on top of Sarah, limp and panting, when Ryan spoke. "I'm gonna cum soon. Should I pull out or ...?"

Before Katrina could say anything, Sarah spoke. "No, stay. It's her first ass-fucking; she needs to be filled up."

Ryan followed instructions, and picked up the pace, pistoning his hard cock in and out of Katrina's willing ass. Katrina, although still mostly a rag doll, managed to rock in response to Ryan's thrusts. Sarah reached up, and grasped the base of his shaft, adding a little extra stimulus to his cock. It didn't take long. 

"Oh god, here I come."

"Oh yeah, fill me up, baby." Katrina was excited. "Fill my ass up with your come."

Sarah felt Ryan's cock throb in her fingers, and after three big thrusts into Katrina, he slumped forward, his balls emptied. The three of them lay that way for a minute, with Ryan's softening cock still in Katrina's ass. Eventually, Ryan rolled off, sliding out of Katrina with an audible slurp. Katrina rolled off to the other side, and Sarah was lying in between two very sweaty, and sexy, bodies.

"Holy shit that was fun." Katrina exclaimed. "I don't know why I didn't do that years ago."

Sarah nodded. "You've got to be ready for it. Otherwise, it's not going to be fun."

Katrina sat up, and hopped off the bed. "I think I'd better go to the bathroom for a second."

"Probably a good idea, just to be safe."

Katrina wandered off, and Sarah rolled over and looked to Ryan. "Enjoy yourself, o' master of ass fucking?"

Ryan laughed. "Yeah, it's been a good day. Six holes, two orgasms, some hot lesbian action. What more does a guy need?"

Sarah laughed. "Maybe I should go to the kitchen and make you a sammich?"

"You know, I think that'd be swell. Pastrami, please."

Sarah smacked him playfully on the chest. "I think you already got your sandwich from me for the day. You're on your own for dinner."

"Awww, man." They laughed again.

"So, Sarah," Ryan began, "What brought you by? Was it seriously just sex?"

"Well, not just sex... but that is what was on my mind. I just broke up with my ex, and work has sucked, and I've really been missing cock. And I like your cock, and everything that goes with it, so...here I am. Didn't realize I'd be getting a side helping of gorgeous pussy."

"Yeah, that was ... amazing. I didn't know you were into that."

"Not normally, but the right person, the right time, you know. I've been known to partake."

"Awesome. How did I not know that before?"

"It never came up as a serious option, I guess. You talked about it, as do all guys, but you never really had an actual plan, or a situation come up that warranted it, so I laughed it off, like all girls do. Had the opportunity actually come up, I might have gone for it. But if you want to have a threesome, the situation's got to be right. You can't force it, unless you're paying for it."

Ryan nodded, and they heard the toilet flush from down the hall, followed by the sink running.

"Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to take a shower. Seems like I've got someone else's pussy juice all over me. I should probably get that off before I go."

"Oh." Ryan looked crestfallen. "I thought maybe you'd want to stay and ... you know."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "You just had a threesome and you're still not satisfied?"

Katrina bounced back into the room, bright eyed, bushy-tailed, and naked. "He giving you grief?"

"Yeah, he is." Sarah poked Ryan in the chest. "He asked me to make him a sammich."

Katrina faked offense. "That pig!" She picked up a pillow off the bed and starting beating Ryan with it, who made a half-hearted effort to defend himself.

Sarah laughed and got up. "I'm going to hop in the shower, clean up a bit. Seems as though I'm covered in something sticky."

Katrina laughed and kept beating Ryan with the pillow as Sarah walked down the hall into the bathroom.

Ryan's bathroom was fantastic. The apartments had originally been billed as condos, and the first buyer of the place had invested in the bathroom during construction. Right before the sale was complete, the owner decided to convert to apartments, but the work had already been done, so rather than un-do the work, the owner just reimbursed the guy who had intended to buy the condo. Ryan paid an extra $25 a month for the bathroom, but it was worth every penny.

The upper floor of the townhouse was divided into two halves; one was the spacious master bedroom, and the other was divided evenly between the second bedroom and the single bathroom. There was a bathtub, a vanity with two sinks, and a full walk-in shower which was big enough for two built into the corner of the room. There was a door leading to a small room with a toilet, so even if there was someone in the room, a second person could use the toilet while maintaining some semblance of privacy.

The shower had four heads, two on each wall, one at about six and a half feet, and the other at four feet, so if you were solo, you could hit yourself from four different directions. With two people in the shower, you could point them away from each other to effectively make two separate showers with two different temperatures, or towards each other if those in the shower were so inclined. There was also a bench in the corner of the shower that was good for sitting on and relaxing or ...other things.

It took Sarah a minute to adjust the knobs just right, as it had been a couple of years. But once she got it figured out and stepped underneath the pulsating showerheads, she near collapsed against the wall as the four streams hit her from four different directions. She let put her head down and enjoyed the sensation of the water cascading down her body from all sides.

She debated momentarily whether she really needed shampoo, then realized just how sweaty she had gotten. She was reaching for the bottle when she heard the glass door behind her open.

She turned her head to see, and was mildly surprised to see Katrina step into the shower.

"You don't mind, do you?" Katrina asked. "I think we both ended up about equally messy. And this shower is designed for two, after all."

Sarah shrugged and smiled. She slid a little to her right, freeing up the two left nozzles for Katrina to use. She quickly adjusted the shower's water streams to hit both girls from different directions. She gave out a loud sigh and broke out into a beatific smile.

It was a good minute before either woman spoke. "Well," Katrina said "That was fun. I definitely should do that more often."

"What's that?" Sarah smiled. "Sex? Or anal sex? Or a threesome? Or...me?"

"All of the above, of course." Katrina reached over and grabbed a loufah and some body wash, put them together, and began lathering herself up. She started with her perfect tits, and worked down to her neatly trimmed bush. Sarah surprised herself when she realized how intently she was watching the other girl do this.

Katrina caught her looking, and they made eye contact for a moment. Instinctively, Sarah began to blush but realized there was nothing to be embarrassed about here. Katrina reached out and took Sarah's hand and brought it back towards her left breast, but then stopped as she noticed the glass door opening, and noticed what was going on outside of the shower. She dropped Sarah's hand and took a step back.

"You little perv!" Katrina shouted at Ryan in mock outrage. Still naked, he had wandered into the bathroom, holding a video camera, aimed at what he clearly hoped was some action about to take place in the shower.

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Some things never change, huh, Ryan?"

Ryan shrugged, and Katrina turned back. "Oh, he's done this to you before?"

"Well, yeah, but not with someone else. He'd like to tape us fucking, or me by myself, or whatever."

Katrina nodded. "He does that with me, too. Do you ever watch yourself?"

"I tried once, but it was weird. Ryan wouldn't show me any of the other girls' tapes, said it was an invasion of privacy. Which I understood, but I'm sure they would have been far more interesting than watching myself on tape. Pretty sure he just uses them as jerk-off fodder."

"That's exactly the same thing he tells me," Katrina responded. "Is that the case, perv?" She turned back towards Ryan, who had remained outside the shower but still had the camera focused on the naked women.

"Yeah. It's only fair. You don't get to see someone else's homemade porn unless you have their permission. That would be rude. Beyond rude, in fact."

Katrina smiled. "Well, he might be a dirty pervert, but at least he's an honest dirty pervert." She then turned back to Sarah. "Sarah, may I have permission to watch the X-rated movies Ryan took of you?"

Sarah was taken aback, but surprised more than offended. She turned to the camera and clearly stated "Yes, Katrina may watch Ryan's sex tapes of me." She paused, and then turned back to her and added "But only if I have permission to watch yours."

Katrina didn't hesitate. "Well, duh! Of course! It would be my honor!" She turned back to the camera. "You get that?"

Ryan nodded, never letting the camera move. "Good," Katrina said. "I know what I'm doing for the next week."

"Week? We didn't make THAT many," Sarah protested. 

"Don't worry, I plan to watch them a few times each."

"Plus," Katrina began, and moved back over to Sarah, and moved her hands up the blonde's arms to her shoulders, and leaned in to embrace her, their lips getting closer and closer until they were almost touching. Right before they touched, she finished her sentence: "we're going to make another one right now."

Their lips touched, and their tongues emerged to caress each other's. Katrina's hands moved back down her back and pulled the other girl into a full embrace, their breasts and nipples rubbing up against each other as the kiss intensified. Sarah little out a small moan as Katrina's fingers pushed into the crack of her ass, rubbing against her most sensitive bits. Sarah slid her hands up and into Katrina's hair, grabbing it and pulling it gently, forcing their mouths apart. Katrina opened her eyes and looked into Sarah's playful eyes. Her left hand playfully grabbed the back of Sarah's head and forced their kiss to resume. Her right hand slid further into the blonde's cleft, slipping a finger into her wet and willing pussy, eliciting a gasp from Sarah, and caused an intense kiss to become even more impassioned.

Sarah was vaguely aware of Ryan moving around a bit to get a different angle to shoot from. She pulled away from the kiss to see what he was doing, and that gave Katrina an excuse to lower her mouth to Sarah's chest. Sarah was gazing right into the camera as Katrina's tongue swirled around her nipple, and the resultant lip-licking sultry smile she gave the camera would be one that would be one of Ryan's fondest memories for many years to come.

While Katrina was working on Sarah's nipples, she moved her left hand into position, and slid two fingers from her left hand into Sarah's pussy at the same time that she slipped the right hand out, leaving no time where Sarah wasn't getting filled up and fingered. Once she finished switching hands, she kissed her way down her belly and through her bush, ending up on her knees on the soft bathtub mat. She licked very lightly, barely touching tongue to clit. 

Sarah was greatly enjoying this, but as Katrina's ministrations seemed to slow down, she became impatient. She looked down and saw the mischievous grin on the other woman's face, and grabbed the back of the brunette's head and shoved her pussy into it. Katrina laughed a little and picked up the pace with her fingers, sliding in and out more and more rapidly.

Sarah did not typically have a lot of multiple orgasms so close together, but she wasn't at all surprised to feel another one building. She began to pull Katrina's hair gently, then firmly, guiding her tongue to all of the places that made her feel good. She looked over at Ryan, who was diligently pointing the camera at the action, and noted that his cock was starting to perk up again. She very briefly forgot where she was, and was surprised at first, given he'd already cum twice in the last ninety minutes or so, but then she looked down at her pussy and looked into the green eyes of the woman who was giving her head, and it brought her back to the reality of what was going on. Of course he was getting hard watching this - who wouldn't be?

This orgasm was a little slower building than the last one, but it wasn't any less powerful when it came. Sarah's hand, already pushing in time with Katrina's fingers, became more insistent, and when the time finally came, she pushed it into her pussy for one final explosion.

"Oh god, oh god. Don't stop! Don't stop! I'm coming...I'm coming...Oh!"

Right as Sarah's orgasm hit, Katrina slipped her well-lubed pinky finger into Sarah's ass.

"Oh my god!" Sarah screamed, and thrashed violently against the side of the shower wall. Katrina used her own shoulders and head to stabilize Sarah so she wouldn't fall, as she had virtually no control over herself at that second. As the tremors subsided, Sarah's grip on the back of Katrina's head loosened, and the two girls made eye contact.

"Wow." Sarah said.

"Wow indeed." Katrina responded. She slipped her hand out of Sarah, and slid back up to her face, and the girls gently kissed for a few minutes, lingering in the afterglow of Sarah's orgasm.

Eventually, Katrina turned to Ryan. "You get that?"

"Fuck yes I did." Ryan said. "You kidding?"

Katrina's eyes dropped a little lower. "I see you're ready to go again."

Ryan looked down as well, surprised. "I didn't even notice, to be honest. He's got a bit of a mind of his own, as we as know." He paused. "Of course, given what just happened, can you blame him?"

"No, I can't really say I do. In fact, part of me would be a bit offended if he didn't take notice, even given what's happened to him so far today."

Ryan nodded. Sarah continued to stand limply, held up by some combination of Katrina's body and the shower wall.

Katrina wasn't done, though. "You think you can actually get off again, Ryan? Or do you think all you have left is a little white flag that says "Bang!"?

Ryan didn't hesitate. "Of course I can. How old do you think I am?"

"Good answer." Katrina dropped to her knees again, but this time facing out of shower, beckoning with one finger. "Bring it over here, Ryan. Let's do the next scene of this porno right. You hold the camera, Sarah and I are going to blow you. I think they call this POV? Point of View?"

"You're the porn expert, Kat."

"You're damn right I am." She took his erect penis in her hand, and turned to Sarah. "If you need another minute or two, feel free, but when you're ready, get over here. We're going to give this lucky bastard a tag team blow job." She then engulfed his cock before waiting for an answer. Ryan twitched briefly, but he mostly focused on keeping the camera pointed in the right direction.

Sarah watched Katrina work over Ryan's cock with the same amount of energy she'd had when they'd started this tryst. Sarah watched the other girl's head bob smoothly up and down, nearly hypnotized by the sight of Ryan's glistening cock sliding in and out of her mouth. While they were technically in the shower, the water wasn't getting anywhere near the door where Katrina was working her magic; all the lubrication was coming from Katrina's mouth.

Katrina used both her hands, periodically exchanging breaths for a sloppy wet hand for a pump or two. During these brief breaks, the brunette would look over at Sarah with an expectant look, waiting for her to join in. After about the third time, she adjusted her angle so that she could make eye contact with the other woman while she slipped the cock in and out of her mouth. After a few seconds, she beckoned Sarah over, and Sarah complied.

Sarah kneeled next to Katrina on her right side, and turned her attention to Ryan's cock, while Katrina promptly put it in her face. She took the whole thing into her mouth in one steady motion, using her hand at the base. Ryan let out a quiet "Oh, wow," as Katrina's tongue hit the other side of his cock, and the two girls worked on it together. Sarah raised her eyes to make eye contact with the unwavering camera. She found it funny that sometimes he couldn't keep from fidgeting for ten seconds, but this camera wasn't moving a fraction of an inch despite what was going on beneath.

Katrina leaned down and began sucking on Sarah's nipples, making her moan a little bit with delight. Sarah's left hand worked her way down Katrina's back, to her ass, and then between her legs. She slipped a finger into Katrina's pussy, but the angle wasn't good so she couldn't get in very deep. She tried a second finger, but it wasn't any better. She was trapped sucking dick at the top, so couldn't adjust for her pussy, but it did occur to her that she had a slightly closer target.

Her finger began to push at Katrina's back door, and the brunette gently pulled her hand away. "I think I've gotten enough action back there for tonight. Let's give my ass the rest of the night off, and worry about getting Ryan off one more time."




The Girl Who Gets What She Wants



Sarah smiled and nodded, turning her full attention back to the cock in her hand and mouth. Katrina leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I will let you make it up to me next time, though."

Sarah raised an eyebrow at her, but Katrina had moved on and was working the underside of Ryan's shaft, teasing his balls as best she could. Sarah adjusted so she wasn't taking quite as much into her mouth, giving the other woman space to work. Eventually, the two girls switched spots, Katrina taking it down her throat and Sarah doing the trim work.

While it took quite a bit longer than his first two orgasms today, Ryan was still able to produce a third. When he gasped out "I'm about to cum," Katrina pulled her mouth off him, and, while still stroking him with her hand, said "We're going to finish this porno right, with a money shot all over our faces. Think you can do that?"

She barely got the last word out, and the first shot hit her square on the chin. She squealed and jumped a bit, and the second spurt ended up the same place. Katrina moved it over enough so the next ended up on Sarah's cheek, and the remnants dribbled onto her chin. Sarah was watching the camera through this, and it never so much as budged despite several grunts and groans from its owner.

As the flow of semen slowed, Sarah took his dick into her mouth and sucked out the last few drops, savoring the taste on her tongue. As she did this, Katrina licked the cum off her cheek, and then her chin, waiting for Sarah to finish her work on his shaft. Once she did, the women kissed, the cum flowing from one mouth to the other as they made out. Katrina then licked the last drops off Sarah's chin and lips, and renewed the kiss. While there wasn't nearly as much of this load as there had been of the first one they split, both women swallowed their share, making sure that none of it hit the floor.

After a few more seconds of making out, Katrina turned her eyes to the camera, "Congratulations, Ryan, you just fulfilled just about every guy's fantasy."

"And," Sarah added, "You caught it on tape."

Ryan nodded. "Holy shit, ladies that was amazing. Can we do it again tomorrow?"

They both laughed. "Seriously? You just came three times and you're already thinking about tomorrow?" Sarah asked.

Katrina giggled. "He's just going to end up shooting sperm dust."

Ryan laughed and shrugged, leaving the room. "I'm going to go lay down; either or both of you are welcome to join me."

Katrina got up, and stuck her face into the water stream, rinsing herself off, and running her hands through her hair. Sarah found herself watching again and getting mildly turned on. Although not romantically bisexual, there was something about this woman that turned her on something fierce.

Katrina finished rinsing out her hair, and stepped away from the water stream, stepping towards Sarah. She hugged the taller woman, kissed her gently on the lips, said "Thank you very much," and left the shower, leaving Sarah to her thoughts. Sarah did note that she took a left out of the bathroom instead of a right, meaning she went to a different bedroom than Ryan.

Sarah soaked under the hot water of the shower for a good fifteen minutes, letting the entire experience soak in. When she finally emerged, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself, and headed to Ryan's room.

Ryan was face down naked on the bed, and he was snoring lightly. Sarah searched through the room and found her clothes. She went to put her panties back on, caught a whiff of her own scent on them, and decided to leave them off. She put the rest of her clothes back on, and started to leave the room.

She paused for one last second to look at Ryan's bare ass, feeling a tingle in her nethers, and contemplated briefly seeing if he was up for one more go, but quickly decided they'd both had enough for tonight.

She walked quietly downstairs, and put her hand on the doorknob, and realized there were still panties in her hand, and she had no pockets to put them in. She recalled her jacket was still on the kitchen counter, and she went to retrieve it, putting it back on, and her underwear in the pocket. Returning to the front door, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs, followed by Katrina's voice softly calling out "Wait!"

Katrina reached the foot of the stairs, wearing only a pink towel. "You can't leave without saying goodbye!" she exclaimed.

Sarah began to speak, and held out her hand. "Well, it was nice to meet—"

"Oh, shut the fuck up." Katrina gave Sarah a big hug, and didn't let go. "It was a lot better than nice."

Sarah nodded. "Yeah, yeah it was." Their faces were only inches apart, and they locked eyes for a couple of seconds, both women considering commencing a kiss. Then Katrina move her hands down to Sarah's butt and gave it a firm squeeze, causing both women to burst out laughing.

"We should definitely do this again," Katrina said. "I think we could be great friends."

"I couldn't agree more! Are you Ryan's friend on Facebook? I'll add you."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "I hate Facebook, but yes. Please add me."

"Great! I think we could have a lot of fun together, the three - or just the two - of us." As Katrina finished the sentence, she slid her hands down the back of Sarah's thighs and then back up, this time under her skirt.

"I was right; I thought you weren't wearing underwear!"

"Well," Sarah said, reaching into her pocket and holding them up, "somehow they got moist."

"Oh yeah? Could this have been the culprit?" Katrina ran a finger down Sarah's crack to her vagina, testing it for moisture. "A-ha! I'd say we found the perpetrator!"

Sarah giggled, paused for a second, and then tensed as Katrina slipped a finger into her. "Again, huh?"

"Just because Ryan's tuckered out doesn't mean I am." A second finger followed.

A gasp. "Guess not." She lowered her head to the other girl, and they began kissing again. Katrina's lips were still soft and moist from the shower, and their tongues quickly entwined again.

Katrina's fingers kept thrusting for a while, and Sarah's hands moved to remove the other girl's towel. As it slipped off, her hands dropped to the other girl's nipples, pinching them, and then moving further south.

Katrina suddenly pulled her fingers out, grabbed Sarah's hips, and spun her around. Sarah's protestations were cut shut when Katrina pushed her over the back of the couch, and bent her over, leaving Sarah's ass in the air. Katrina dropped to her knees, pulled the skirt up past Sarah's hips, and slipped two fingers back in to the blonde's pussy.

"Oh!" Sarah blurted, and a second "Oh!" followed as Katrina's tongue hit her backdoor. A third finger slipped in the front, and as Katrina alternated penetrations and circles on her sphincter, Sarah buried her face into the pillows on the couch. "Oh my god."

The fingers picked up speed, the tongue continued to swirl, and Sarah could feel herself losing control. Katrina's other hand snaked around and twiddled her clit, overloading Sarah with sensation. Sarah craned her neck around to watch the gorgeous naked brunette, on her knees, orally servicing her. She briefly marveled at the situation she found herself in, trying to figure out how she'd gotten so lucky.

The oncoming orgasm pulled her back to reality, though, and she knew this was going to be a big one. Katrina sensed it too, and she increased the speed of her thrusting fingers.

"Oh..."

"...my..."

"Oh..."

"I'm going ... "

And Sarah lost it, unable to complete her sentence, losing balance and falling flopping onto the couch on her stomach. Katrina kept thrusting her fingers inside her while she did so, and continued to finger fuck Sarah while her orgasm hit her, washed over her, and subsided.

After a good thirty seconds, Sarah moaned and reached back to pull the other girl's fingers out. "OK, OK, I'm done, I'm done."

Katrina laughed, and got up to sit down on the couch next to Sarah. "That was fun."

Sarah reached over and tweaked a nipple. "Give me a minute, and I'll get you back."

"No, that's OK. I think I'm good for tonight." 

"Really? That's hardly fair; you've made me cum at least three times, and I've only returned the favor once."

"That's perfect. You see, I want you to owe me. More incentive to come back later."

Sarah thought this over. "I guess that's true, huh? Can't leave a sister hangin'."

"Plus, I bet I can work another load out of Ryan if I really want it."

Sarah rolled over and pulled her skirt back down. The layer of sweat that was covering her made it more of a challenge than normal. She looked at the other girl.

"Wow. What a night."

Katrina attempted to affect a Bogart-like accent, and failed miserably, but still got her point across: "Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

Sarah nodded. "I guess we finally found something you aren't good at."

Katrina looked horrified. "What is that?"

"Accents."

Both girls laughed heartily, and Sarah stood up and walked to the door. Katrina followed her, still naked and uncaring.

"Thanks for the invitation into the house; I'm very glad I knocked on the door."

"I'm glad you knocked, too." The girls hugged again, this time less sexually charged than the last.

Sarah opened the door, and stepped out. "Well, good night."

"Good night. It was very nice to meet you."

"Sure was." As Katrina began closing the door, Sarah paused and turned back.

"One more thing."

"Yes?"

"You never answered my question."

"Which question?"

"Which girl are you?"

Katrina laughed out loud. "Oh. Isn't it obvious?"

Sarah shook her head, perplexed. Katrina's sentence trailed off as the door closed.

"I'm the Girl Who Always Gets What She Wants."