0 comments/ 125951 views/ 26 favorites A Secret Revelation Ch. 2 By: Chasey Mason This is Part 2 to A Secret Revelation; I recommend reading it if you haven't already, for flow and informative purposes. Before you get into the story, I want to give a big thank you to all the reader's emails and responses I've received, I can't even begin to name off all the great idea's and suggestion's I've gotten. Thank you!! A special shout-out to my 'Assistant' Aaron, too...couldn't have done it without your help and encouragement...you're the best :) (c) Chasey Mason, all rights reserved. * * * * * "Sweetie, Tasha's here!" I ran the hairbrush another few strokes through my soft, shiny tresses, looking myself over in the mirror. "Tell her I'll be down in a sec, Daddy!" The front door opened and closed, and I heard my best friend's excited voice as she chatted with my father. The two of us had decided to take a trip to a city about four hours away, staying two nights in a hotel for some shopping and general relaxation. Relaxation wasn't a good word for the plans I had for little Tasha, I thought with a smile. Grabbing my favorite perfume from the mirrored medicine cabinet in front of me, I sprayed it lightly on my wrists and throat before putting it back. I smoothed the front of my red halter against my flat belly, deftly pulling at a minute wrinkle in my black skirt as I applied a coat of lip-gloss and hurried out of the bathroom. Noting the silence from downstairs, I rushed into my bedroom, grabbed a pair of black strappy sandals, and crept to the top of the staircase. If I knew my sexy female lover, she would be teasing my father this very second, and I would use that fact to my future advantage. As if to confirm it, I heard a distinct male groan and muffled a giggle as I strained to hear the going's-on. "Is that what you like?" Tasha cooed. "Do you like it when I rub your cock like this, Riley? Tell me you like it...say it." "I like it when you rub my cock, Tasha...ohhh God..." I didn't know whether to be more jealous or turned on, my body and mind fought this out as I tiptoed to the bottom of the stairs, quickly putting on my sandals. My best friend, also dressed in a black skirt but with a snug fitting white tank top, had my handsome father up against the wall while her hand squeezed and fondled the outlined bulge in his uniform pants. Daddy moaned as Tasha nibbled and sucked on his neck, trapping one of his strong thighs between her legs; I closed my eyes as a wave of lust washed through me when my horny little lover began to rub her pussy up and down his firm appendage. My father's green eyes opened and he looked down at Tasha, reaching up to entangle a hand in her thick, curly brown hair. I watched as he yanked her head back, slanting his mouth over hers as my best friend moaned low in her throat, her cunt grinding faster against his leg. I knew they wouldn't fuck without my prior approval, and seeing the desire between the two made me even hotter. I couldn't help but spread my shaking thighs a littler wider, sliding a hand in between and gently teasing my throbbing clit while they dry-humped each other. Tasha's smooth hand rubbed my father's enclosed cock faster, up and down, their mouths tightly locked together as both groaned in pleasure. Daddy pulled his mouth away, his breathing ragged. "I'm going to cum in my pants if you keep doing that, Tasha...stop..." "No...I want you to cum..." Tasha moaned hotly. "Shoot your hot cum for me...please, please cum for me...I want to cum when you do..." A smug smile came over my face hearing these words. I (regretfully) pulled my hand away from my pussy and straightened up, loudly clearing my throat as I stepped around the staircase wall. Like naughty children, my lovers scrambled away from each other and donned innocent smiles. "Hey, baby," Tasha smiled, holding her arms out to accept a hug. "Are you ready to go?" "Definitely...looks like you're ready to go too, Daddy." I said pointedly, angling my blue eyes at his rock hard erection with a slight grin. Not surprisingly, I could see traces of Tasha's wetness on his pant leg; I reached out and slid my finger through it. "Now, what is this wet stuff on your pants?" He flushed but remained silent. Tasha gave me an evil little smile, her brown eyes still glazed with the intensity of her lust. She had been talking non-stop for two weeks about my father since the fun at the bar and it was only the respect between us as best friends and lovers that kept her at bay; believe me, it wasn't just her though. I knew Daddy loved and wanted me, but the instant hard-on he suddenly had every time Tasha came around was evidence enough for me that something needed to be done. I also couldn't deny that the thought of my father and best friend fucking turned me on...turned me on in a big way...on the other hand, it was fun torturing them...especially Tasha. "All right, we're going then. Are you sure I haven't forgotten anything?" I asked. "No, sweetie, everything is fine. Don't worry," Daddy chuckled exasperatedly. "You girls have fun." "We will." Tasha smiled brilliantly and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, grabbing a couple of my bags and exiting the house. I didn't miss the way my father's green-eyed gaze centered on my lover's sweet, firm little ass. A twinge of jealousy curled through my belly, and I made a point of bending over far enough to pull up my short skirt as I picked up a bag. I heard an audible gasp when Daddy sighted my naked slit and I straightened, turning to him with a quizzical smile. "What Daddy?" I didn't have time to react as he grabbed my upper arms, forcing me to drop my bag. He pushed me unto my stomach over the back of the couch, using his foot to nudge my legs apart as I struggled to catch my breath. My father pushed my skirt up to my waist, his warm, thick fingers slipping down to run between my swollen pussy lips. "No panties, Chasey? Such a naughty girl." He chastised. "Wh - what are you doing, Daddy?" I gasped, trying to stifle the pleasure shooting throughout my body. He had never shown aggression like this before! He leaned heavily against me, his cock pressing like a brickbat into the back of my thighs. I moaned softly as I heard a zipper come down and grabbed a hold of the couch, clenching my fists tightly when I felt the hot, velvety tip of my father's cock brush against my dripping pussy. "You like how Tasha teases me, don't you, baby?" He murmured, sliding a rough palm over my tight ass cheeks. I trembled as he lightly pressed a finger against my virgin asshole, alternately running the mushroom-tip of his member up and down my wet slit. God, how I wanted him to thrust inside me! Before I could stop it, a stuttered groan escaped my mouth and I bit my lip in an effort to quiet my urge to beg for him. "Well?" He said sharply. I kept silent, waiting for his next move, yelping loudly when his palm came down on my bare ass cheek. A hot flush spread through my face as he gently ran his fingers over the spot he had just smacked, and I realized in hazy ecstasy that he had pushed the head of his thick cock into my tight, steaming hole the same time. The sensitive skin of my ass began a slow burn, the sting sending electric tingles straight to my straining pussy. "Ohhh God, Daddy..." I whispered. "More, please, more!" No matter that Tasha was outside waiting for me; I needed him to fuck me, hard, now. I pushed my ass backwards, taking more of his hot thickness inside me, feeling him stretch me open as he sank further into my wet, warm vagina. "Fuck me, Daddy! Please fuck me hard!" "Yes, baby, Daddy's going to fuck you," he gasped. My father slowly withdrew his cock and hovered at the entrance of my quivering pussy, his palm coming down on the opposite ass cheek as he thrusted hard into me. I cried out as the mix of mild pain and sweet pleasure swept over me, bringing me to the very brink of orgasm so fast my head spun. "Tell me you want my cock, Chasey." "I want your cock!" I cried. "Ahhh yes, Daddy, I want your cock! Fuck me, make me cum...oh Daddy, please..." His fingers dug into the groove of my slim hips, pulling me back into his thrusts as he fucked hard and deep into my slick, grasping cunt. I buried my face into the couch as he pounded into me, his grip on my hips becoming almost painful as he swelled to incredible width inside my hungry pussy. "I'm going to cum, sweetie...I'm going to cum inside you," he groaned. "Ahhh yes, so tight for me...do you want my cum, Chasey?" "Yes...cum inside me, Daddy!" I gasped. I could feel it, building up inside my body, shooting up from my toes. "Oh...ohhh yes...I'm going to cuuummm!" "Yes, cum for me...take it all, baby..." With one last thrust my father began to empty his hot cream deep inside me, his nails digging half-moons into my skin as he filled me up with his thick sperm. Gradually his grip loosened and he pulled his softening organ from my cum-filled vagina, allowing a thick stream of his spend to trickle down the back of my tanned thighs. I stood up and he helped me clean our mess, using a towel he pulled from my bag. "Tasha's probably asleep by now." I grinned as we finished up. Daddy grinned back and pulled me close, kissing me lightly. "Promise you'll be good on this little trip of yours?" "I promise." I replied. "I'll have my cell with me, so if you need anything, please call me, ok?" "I promise." We kissed once more and parted, Tasha looking quite peeved as I emerged from the house. I put my remaining luggage bag into the trunk and held on to a smaller bag, waving to my handsome father as I slid into the passenger seat of my best friend's Eclipse. "Damn, did you forget where the front door was?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. I stuck my tongue out at her and we waved at my father a last time as we pulled out of my driveway and started down the street. "Sorry, baby, had some unfinished business to take care of." I said, sighing in satisfaction as I settled more comfortably in the car seat. "You fucked, didn't you?" Tasha grumbled. "God, that is so unfair, Chasey!" "Get over it, you big baby," I scoffed. "Last time I checked, you had your own father to fuck." She looked at me sourly. "A father that you forget I shared with you." I rolled my eyes, knowing she was right but unable to admit it. Tasha well deserved the pleasures of my father, but it was just too much fun keeping it just out of her reach! Seeing her squirm like she had been the past two weeks gave me a sense of power I had never felt before, and now realized I would have difficulty giving up. Tasha turned unto our exit, settling in the middle of the three-lane freeway. "Well, do I have to beg or are you going to tell me about it?" My best friend demanded. She shifted in her seat, her skirt slipping higher up her firm, supple thighs, oblivious to the little plan forming in my mind. Running my tongue over my upper lip I eyed her lustfully, hungry for a taste of her sweet, wet cunt. "What, Tasha beg?" I murmured, scooting over as far as possible in my seat and taking hold of my lover's soft thigh, pulling it outwards. "God forbid." "Chasey...what the hell..." Tasha squealed. She quickly set the cruise control and allowed me to turn her just slightly sideways, so I had full access to her bare pussy. I grabbed my purse and reached inside, pulling out the smooth, 6-inch dark purple colored vibrator I had stashed inside. Her eyes widened in surprise. "I'm going to crash the car if you tease me with that." My best friend warned along with a low moan, watching me slide the toy into my mouth and wetting it. I twisted around in my seat to settle on my knees, leaning forward between her spread thighs to inhale her heated scent. "After you left the house," I began, switching the vibrator on to a low setting and pressing the rounded tip lightly, teasingly, against my anxious lover's wet, waiting clit. Tasha shuddered and groaned softly, reaching down to spread her swollen lips apart. "You had obviously did a number on Daddy...he tossed me over the back of the couch, pushed my skirt up over my ass..." "Yes," Tasha whimpered. "Mmmm yes...his cock was so hard in my hand!" I switched the vibrator up another setting and rotated the tip in tight circles around her clit, glancing up to watch the range of pleasured emotions cross my best friend's pretty face. "Fuck my pussy," She begged hotly. "Put it in me, Chasey...please..." Hearing Tasha's lusty pleading sent a flood of arousal juice to my pussy, and I slipped a hand between my legs to work on my throbbing pleasure button. My heart pounding a mile a minute in my chest, I set my knees wider apart and thrust my ass higher up, my middle finger rubbing my hard, aching clit in firm circles. I slipped the vibrator down into Tasha's tight, dripping vagina, her groan of pleasure like music to my ears. The purple toy disappeared inside her as I slowly nudged it in, flipping it up to the highest setting. "After he pushed my skirt up," I continued breathlessly, feeling my orgasm building like a freight train bearing down on a track, "he started teasing me with the tip of his cock...sliding it up and down my wet pussy...mmmmm...then he gave me the first slap across the ass and pushed inside me..." "Ohhh yes," Tasha moaned. I flicked my warm tongue over her clit as I fucked the vibrator in and out of her cunt, sucking the pulsing button between my lips as she bucked her hips into my mouth. "Keep going...please...I'm going to cummmm..." "He started fucking me deep and hard...gave me another slap on the ass, mmmmm...he was fucking me so hard, Tasha...I begged him to cum inside me...and he did, my Daddy filled me up! Ohhh I'm going to cum...mmmmm..." My best friend arched sharply as we began to cum, our hot cries rising and mingling together. My orgasm lasted so long, and was so strong, I grew dizzy, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. A car honked suddenly from the passenger side, and Tasha giggled as I noticeably felt the car swerve back into our lane. With some difficulty (still recovering from the incredible orgasm) I pulled the vibe away and stuck it in my mouth, savoring her sweet cum juice as I straightened out my skirt and sat back in my seat. "God that felt good..." I trailed off as I glanced out my passenger window, my heart jumping into my chest as I sighted the state trooper driving alongside us. He was very good-looking; I guessed him to be about forty years old with dark brown hair and steel gray eyes now twinkling with amusement. I dropped the vibrator like it was a hot pan, a warm flush rushing through my cunt. How long had he been there, watching us? Did he see the whole thing? With a wink and a pleased smile the trooper pulled ahead of us, disappearing into the fast-moving traffic ahead. "He was there the whole time." Tasha grinned, answering my unspoken question. "From the time you spread my legs until we were done cumming, he watched us. He was hot, too, wasn't he?" "Tasha Marie..." I groaned. But I didn't actually feel any anger; if anything, I was giddy and even more turned on. I had never experienced being watched by a stranger, and having it happen gave me a new feeling of wantonness I thoroughly enjoyed. With a small, secret smile, I wondered if the trooper had gotten hard seeing us play with each other. Chuckling quietly to myself, I picked up my bag and stuck the vibe back inside, trying to contain my excitement as my fingers brushed across the other surprise I had for my evil little lover. This weekend was going to be great. The trip was roughly four hours long, and we switched drivers half way to divide the 'work aspect' of the outing. Of course, with Tasha, boredom was next to hell and she made plenty of trouble during her bout of freedom. She flashed her full, pink-nippled tits at a car full of college guys who promptly followed alongside us for the next half an hour (probably would've followed us to our hotel if they hadn't of taken a different exit) fingered me to orgasm at least three times, and nearly caused an accident with an older guy when she stretched her long, slim legs across the dashboard. "It's about time, long trips are so boring." Tasha said as we pulled up to the hotel. I glanced at her and smiled, laughing as she gave me a puzzled look. "What?" She asked. I only shook my head in amusement as I parked the car, letting out a groan of release as I turned it off. Tasha shrieked in joy and grabbed me for a kiss, her wet little tongue slipping into my mouth for a taste. My pussy began to throb in arousal as I enjoyed Tasha's sweetness, my fingers aching to slip between her slim thighs and hear her moans of pleasure. "Lets get inside." I said shakily, hesitantly pulling away. Tasha's brown eyes were aglow with desire, heavy-lidded and full of secret promises. "I want you now." She whispered. I watched, mesmerized, as she inched the hem of her skirt up past her waist, revealing her smooth, mouth-watering pussy to my hot gaze. Just seeing Tasha's swollen sex lips, with that pretty slit down the middle, sent shivers of pure lust straight to my wet, pulsing vagina. Every time I got a look at my best friend, everything else seemed to fade into the background as my body took over, clouding out common sense and allowing lust to have complete control. Since the night my father and I fucked, it had been the same with him; having sex wherever and whenever the opportunity arose, all the taboos and wrong's aside. I couldn't get enough of my father, or my best friend. "Inside, baby," I managed. "Ok?" She stuck out her lip in a pout but nodded, following me to the back of the car to get our bags. We lugged them inside the hotel and got our key from the desk, opting for the elevator rather than the stairs the rest of the way up. I hit the button for our floor as we got in and turned to my lover, nudging the bags in her hands to the ground. The shiny metal doors clicked closed as I pushed her up against the elevator wall. "Chasey..." Tasha gasped. I yanked up her tank top and cupped her firm breasts in my hands, bending down to suck a stiff pink nipple into my eager mouth. Her fingers tangled in my hair as I flicked and nibbled the distended flesh of each succulent globe, her cries of pleasure rising as I knelt down in front of her and hiked a tanned thigh over my shoulder. "Ohhh yes, lick my pussy," My lover moaned. "Hurry...oh god...ooohh Chasey!" I inhaled the sweet, musky scent of her dripping pussy before burying my mouth between her hot, plump lips, dragging my tongue over her hard little clit before thrusting it deep in her slick hole. Tasha pulled my mouth harder against her pussy, slowly undulating her hips while I tongue-fucked her faster and deeper. The elevator came to a halt, and Tasha sucked in a breath as she extended her toes to hit another button to keep it moving. "More...don't stop...please, Chasey." She groaned. I rubbed her clit with my free thumb, spearing my wet tongue in and out of her tight, grasping hole as the fingers tangled in my hair tightened almost painfully. God, she tasted good! I wiggled my tongue deep inside her, exploring the soft walls in the recesses of her cunt; withdrawing and driving back in as her cries grew louder and she was arching up sharply in ecstasy. I'm going to cummmm...mmmmm, Chasey...cuummmming!" Tasha cried, her thigh clenching around my neck as her body shook with her orgasm. I hungrily lapped up her cum juice, giving her pussy an affectionate kiss before rising. "God, you're so hot." My best friend said with a content smile, straightening out her clothes and kissing me before the elevator doors opened. An elderly couple stood outside, eyeing us with interest as we gathered our bags and stepped around them. Tasha winked devilishly at the man, drawing a surprised gasp from his wife. A Secret Revelation Ch. 2 "Elbert!" The wife frowned, elbowing him sharply in the ribs as he openly gawked. I muffled my laughter and we headed towards our room, Tasha flopping across the king-sized bed as we entered and settled in. "I'm starving." Tasha announced. "Lets eat somewhere before we go to the mall." "Good idea." I agreed. With a weary groan I laid down next to her on the bed, tossing my arm across her flat stomach and nuzzling my head into her neck. Tasha always smelled so good; I deeply inhaled her soft scent and fought the urge to please her again with my tongue. A woman's pussy had a taste that once you had it your thirst for more was almost unquenchable. So was my lust for her. "Of course, we can always eat after a little nap." Tasha murmured and turned unto her side facing me, laying her warm hand on my hip to pull me closer. We were asleep before another word was spoken. I awoke to the sound of Cameron Diaz's excited squeals blasting from the TV; My Best Friend's Wedding was Tasha's favorite movie. Grumbling, I sat up and ground the sleep-grit from my eyes, blinking to adjust to the bright lights. Before I could ask myself where my lover was the room door opened. "Hey, sleepyhead!" Tasha sang, sailing in and kicking the door closed behind her. In her arms she held a couple bags of our favorite fast food, making my stomach growl hungrily. "What time is it?" I asked as she settled on the bed next to me and set a bag in my lap. "About nine," She replied, popping a couple fries in her mouth. "Our nap ran a little long, and you were still asleep, so I decided to just go pick something up for us." "Thank you, baby." I smiled gratefully. We dug into our meals and giggled along with the movie, swooning whenever we could glimpse Dermot Mulroney ('only the hottest guy ever' as Tasha liked to say). The wheels in my brain turned with the surprise I had yet to show my horny lover, and just thinking about it started my pussy afire. "Did you go check out the bathroom yet?" I asked nonchalantly as the movie ended, running my fingers over Tasha's firm, tanned thigh. "No...why?" "Go look." She grinned and hopped off the bed, rushing into the bathroom; a moment later I heard her cries of excitement and laughed as she streaked back into the bedroom, literally throwing herself on top of me. "You got a room with a whirlpool tub! I love you, I love you, I love you!" Just about ripping my arm out of my socket, Tasha pulled me into the bathroom behind her and began shedding her clothes. I observed the tub (it was HUGE...perfect!) and leaned over to start the hot water, trying to keep my eyes off of my best friend's slim, curvy, nearly bare body. "Come on, take off your clothes," Tasha urged. "I want to see your body naked and dripping wet." Grabbing a bottle of bubble bath, I handed it to her with a sweet smile. "Here, put this in. I'll be right back." "Hurry." I went back into the bedroom and picked up my bag, rummaging around inside for the bottle of champagne and corkscrew I had 'borrowed' from my father. My eyes lingered longingly over Tasha's surprise, but I knew it would come soon enough. With a sigh, I set to uncorking the bottle. It took a few tries, but I finally managed to yank out the cork and avoid serious injury during the task. I grabbed a couple plastic cups from the bedside table and tiptoed back into the bathroom, biting back a giggle when I heard Tasha singing. She sat with her back to the door on the edge of the tub, dragging her fingers through the mounds of fluffy bubbles that seemed ready to cascade unto the floor. "A little bubbly with our bath?" I murmured coyly. Tasha turned around, her eyes widening in pleased surprise. "Where did you get that?" "From Daddy." "Daddy is unknowing, I'm assuming." She grinned. "He won't miss it." Tasha stood and approached me, her brown eyes not leaving mine for a second as she stopped inches from my face. My breath seemed to freeze in my lungs when she took the bottle and cups from my hands, setting them aside on the wide edge of the tub. I whimpered as she claimed my mouth with her own, pushing her warm tongue inside to taste the sweetness I had to offer her. My lover's smooth fingers snuck under my skirt to tease above the mound of my moistening cunt, making me groan in frustration when she teasingly pulled away. "Take off your shirt." She ordered huskily. Dammit. I could never say no to her. As I grabbed the hem of my halter Tasha backtracked and sat down on the edge of the tub, spreading her slim, tanned legs wide. I pulled off the garment and let it drop to the floor, drinking in my fill of my best friend's firm, upright breasts, and the pencil eraser-sized pink nipples that were fully erect and begging to be sucked. A flood of arousal juice soaked my throbbing pussy as she delved her middle finger between her swollen sex lips, moaning in pleasure when she began to firmly stroke her clit. "Now slide off your skirt, Chasey," Tasha gasped. " Let me see that pretty pussy." My body trembled with lust as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my skirt, stepping out of it as it slid to my ankles and kicking it away. Tasha stood and stepped into the tub, holding out her hand and beckoning me forward with a wicked smile. The water was warm and silky as I eased in next to my lover, and our fingers laced together to pull each other closer. We met mouths in the middle, thrusting hot, hungry tongues deep inside while hands wandered eagerly over smooth, creamy female skin. I reached behind me and picked up the champagne bottle already imagining what it would taste like paired with the sweetness of Tasha's body. "Pour me some, too." She said and handed me a cup. I plucked it from her hand and tossed it aside, my blue eyes twinkling as I brought the bottle to her lips. "Open up." Tasha grinned and tilted her head back, allowing the sweet, bubbly liquid to flow into her mouth. I let it trickle down her chin and leaned forward to lick up the escaping fluid, savoring the tingle of the bubbles as they went down my throat. "Mmmmm, that's good." Tasha murmured, taking the bottle. She tipped it and I watched as the clear liquid streamed over her breasts, catching the tips of her nipples and dripping down the gentle slope of her belly. I bent down to greedily lap my tongue through the intoxicating alcohol, suckling it from her pert mounds and working downwards to flick my tongue into her bellybutton. "Sit down...I want to taste this on you." She ordered lustily. I did as asked and sat up on the wide edge of the tub, leaning back and pulling my legs up on either side of me. Tasha knelt down in front of me, giggling as she parted a path through the mountain of frothy bubbles and touched the mouth of the bottle against my throbbing clit. I gasped and arched sharply when she began pouring the warm, fizzy fluid over my sensitive pussy, holding her tongue just above my heated, dripping hole to catch it as it trickled down. "Eat my pussy," I moaned hotly. "Lick me, Tasha...please..." My lover groaned low in her throat as she enclosed my clit in her warm mouth, sucking and licking it with her clever tongue, nibbling it gently with her teeth as I writhed in pleasure. She dribbled more of the sweet liquid over my pulsing pearl while she suckled it, using her free fingers to part my swollen sex lips and gain better access. I watched in a daze of lust as she lapped hungrily at my sopping cunt, running quick, teasing circles around my hardened nub of flesh. "Yesss...eat my cunt, Tasha!" I whimpered hotly. The mix of the tingling alcohol and her experienced tongue had me on the brink of cumming in no time; I threw my head back as the ecstasy of an orgasm built up from my toes, sweeping through my body and exploding in a blinding wave of pleasure. "I'm cumming...cuummmming...yes, oh god Tasha..." I cried, clamping my sleek thighs around her head and humping into her pretty face. Her arms wrapped from under my legs and around to the inside of my thighs, keeping me firmly in place as she continued her assault. I moaned and thrust my pussy harder into her hot mouth, my breath coming in short bursts as she quickly brought me to the edge of another orgasm with her soft, wet tongue. "I'm cumming...cuuummming again...oh yes...yesssss!" My fingernails dug painfully into my palms as I fought to catch my breath, slowly loosening as my heart regulated to its normal rhythm. Only Tasha could make me cum so hard with her just her tongue; just seeing her slim, nude body knelt between my legs put a new fire in my pussy. She smiled and pulled me down into the silky water, lightly running her fingers up and down my thighs. "Baby, will you go get some ice for the champagne?" I asked, stroking back a curl of her soft, thick brown hair. "Sure...need anything else?" She stood and gave me a quick kiss, grabbing a bath towel to dry off. The shape of her body was magnetizing; the sleek upturn of her breasts, firm, supple curve of her belly, and the graceful flare of her womanly hips tapering down to slim, toned thighs and calves made out to a truly beautiful form. I would enjoy... "Chasey?" I blinked and came out of my reverie. "Hmmm? Oh...no, I don't think we need anything else right now." "'K. I'll be right back." She sang, exiting the bathroom. A few minutes later, I heard the front door close. I sprang out of the tub and wrapped a bath towel around my wet body before dashing into the bedroom, kneeling down next to my bag. My heart started thumping a little faster as I took out the smooth, thick, 8-inch strap-on dildo, complete with a smaller dong on the inside for the wearer. I had bought it about a week after the threesome with Tasha and her father, when I decided my evil little lover needed a dose of her own medicine; since the day I bought the strap-on, my daily fantasy was thrusting it deep inside Tasha's tight, wet pussy and hearing her scream in pleasure. I had even restrained myself from trying it on, instead holding off until I was ready to push the tip of the fake cock into the entrance of my best friend's dripping vagina. I stood up and strode back into the bathroom, dropping my towel and slipping into my new sex toy. The dong on the inside of the pleasure tool was just thick and long enough to draw out a low groan from my throat as it slid inside me, and I adjusted the strap-on to fit comfortably. True to it's advertising the dildo was very realistic looking, same color and texture as a real penis, with a mushroom-shaped tip and thick veins running along its length. Unable to resist the urge I wrapped my fist around the base and slid it upwards to trace my fingertips around the ridge of the tip, relishing the feel and stiffness of my new member. The front door opened, startling me out of my lusty transfixion. I stepped back into the warm bathtub and sank down underneath the shield of the thick, foamy bubbles, so deeply turned on by the upcoming adventure that my eager fist continued to slowly pump up and down the shaft of the dildo, at the same time teasingly pushing and pulling the dong in and out of my hot, horny cunt. God, I could already see the head of my fake cock pushing between Tasha's swollen pussy lips and sinking deep inside her wet, hungry channel. My lover burst into the bathroom, setting down a full bucket of ice and picking up the plastic cups we had discarded earlier. "I got it! Want some, baby?" Tasha poured a cup of champagne for herself and turned to me inquiringly. "Sure." I murmured, squeezing the tip of the dildo as my eyes ran over her sweet, curvy body. Whatever she had put on to leave the room she had taken off again, and she stood completely naked in front of me without a trace of modesty. That's why I love her, I thought with a grin. Pushing lightly on the dildo I bit back a moan as a shock of pleasure ran through my vagina, setting my body afire with desire. "Get in here, Tasha." I commanded huskily. She grinned and brought the champagne with her, setting the cups down on the edge of the tub as she stepped in, making sure I saw every inch of her tanned legs. She settled on her knees in front of me her hands sneaking past my calves and up my thighs, and I stopped her inches from finding my surprise. "What? You don't want me to rub your pussy, Chasey? Mmmm, let me touch you...please..." She begged prettily. I reached up to cup her firm breasts, squeezing and kneading them in my hands as I rolled her hardening nipples between my thumb and index fingers. Her hands slid up to encircle my pert globes, flicking her fingertips over my quickly tightening peaks and gently pinching them until my pussy throbbed in time with my heartbeat. I moaned softly as she rolled my taut nipples, drawing a sigh of pleasure from my sexy lover when I slipped my hand to her heated center, rubbing her hard little clit under the warm, satiny water. Tasha whimpered and pushed insistently into my seeking fingers, rotating her hips in conjunction with my circular strokes. Her pretty face folded into a pout when I pulled my hand away. "Stand up." I murmured. With a curious smile she stood and looked down at me, her breathing growing deep and quick as I settled on my knees in front of her. I took hold of her slim hips and turned her around, running my hands up the back of her firm thighs to her toned rear. "Put your hands on the wall and stick your ass out, Tasha." I reached down and enclosed my hand around the base of the dildo, giving it a firm pull to work the dong inside my tight, hot pussy, and continuing to stroke it up and down as my best friend stuck out her hot little ass. Her hands were spread out on the wall in front of her, and the sight of her wet, hairless slit peeking out from between her thighs sent tingles of pure, unadulterated lust surging through my aching cunt. Leaning forward I buried my mouth and nose between her swollen sex lips and ran the tip of my tongue from the top of her slit to her hole, savoring the arousal juice that began to steadily flow. "Yes...mmmmm, Chasey...ooohh yesssss..." Tasha purred. I spent a few minutes working on her creamy pussy, fucking my tongue in and out of her warm little hole and lightly running the tip around her anus. She pleaded and pushed, sighed and gasped, pinching her hard little nipples while I ate her sweet cunt. With one last lap of my tongue over my lover's clit, I gathered myself and stood up, watching the rivulets of water run off my fake cock. I slid my hands into the groove of her hips and pushed the head of the strap-on against her clit, tightening my grip when she jumped forward, startled. She groaned as I eased the tip between her plump folds, teasingly nuzzling it into the entrance of her pussy before thrusting it in with one smooth stroke. "Chasey...mmmmm..." Tasha cried, her groan one of half surprise and half ecstasy as I began to fuck into her deep and hard, withdrawing the dildo and pushing back in. "What...what are you doing..." "Fucking you," I gasped breathlessly. Now that I was inside her the pleasure increased almost twice as much, flowing in waves through my body. With every thrust inside her snug cunt the dong thrust back into me, bringing me achingly close to the edge of an orgasm. I looked down and watched the thick shaft, covered in Tasha's cunt juice, slip out and sink back in, sucked into the velvety glove of her vagina. "Mmmmm, yes, fuck me! Fuck me harder, Chasey!" Tasha whimpered hotly, pushing backwards to meet my fuck thrusts. I fucked my best friend harder, deeper, and faster with the fake cock until my knees grew weak. I was so close to cumming... "Yesssss, Chasey...fuck me with your cock..." She cried. "Harder...ooohh God make me cummmm..." "Yes, baby!" I gasped. "Cum for me, Tasha...cum on my cock! Ahhh yes, I'm going to cum..." I shoved the strap-on deep in her slick channel as I fell over the edge, cumming so hard I had to fight to keep balance on my feet. Tasha's body tensed and I continued to pump into her tight, slippery pussy as my orgasm coasted, reaching forward to grab a handful of her thick, curly brown hair. I yanked back hard, thrusting my toy to the hilt in her grasping cunt at the same time. The sound of our skin slapping together as I pounded into her was loud in the room, and I listened to it while I pulled her slim hips into my forceful fuck thrusts. A jumble of new feelings flooded my body; power, being in control, having Tasha bent over taking a hard cock, even a fake one, made my insides hot. Seeing her hands against the wall, supporting her weight while I fucked her, seeing her tight cunt opened to the thick dildo...all of it added to the intensity. "Ohhh God, yes, I'm cuummmming...cummmming!" My lover groaned, her body shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm. I pulled out from her clenching vagina, observing how the length of the dildo was bathed in her hot, sweet cum. "Kneel down in front of me." I told her. She turned and sank down into the bubbly bathwater, her brown eyes roving over my soaking sex tool. "Did you like how I fucked you, Tasha?" I asked softly. "Yes!" She whispered excitedly. "Suck your cum off my cock." She wrapped her hand around the base and ran her tongue from bottom to top, circling the tip and taking it in her mouth. I sighed in pleasure as she sucked the thick shaft into her throat, hungrily bobbing up and down to swallow her juices. "Naughty girl." I murmured, slipping my fingers through her soft tresses and pulling the dildo away. She stared at it almost longingly. "You're amazing." Tasha whispered. I smiled brilliantly and removed the erect sex toy, setting it down on the bathroom floor and sitting back against the side of the tub. The satiny water immediately began soothing my post-orgasm tense muscles, and I moaned in contentment as Tasha nudged between my legs with her back to me, lying back with a sigh. "Why didn't you mention you wanted to do this, Chasey?" My best friend asked, breaking the comfortable silence. Shrugging, I slid my fingertips across her smooth shoulders. "I wanted it to be a surprise." "Bullshit," she chuckled. "You wanted revenge." She knew me way too well. Instead of arguing I merely grinned to myself and idly combed her curls with my fingers, reveling in the peace and quiet we could have after a particularly kinky sex session. It was as if we were made for each other; somehow connected from the day we were born and perfectly tailored to the other's moods and preferences. Besides my father, Tasha was the closest thing to family that I had; I was positive she felt the same way, and it didn't have to be said out loud to be true. It just was. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The shrill ring of the phone ripped me out of the warm cocoon of sleep the next morning. I picked up the receiver with a tortured groan. "Hello?" "This is the front desk with your nine a.m. wake up call." Chirped a young female voice. "Thank you." I muttered and hung up, lying prone for a moment before turning to my still slumbering lover. "Hey...rise and shine, sleepyhead." Tasha stirred and lifted her head. "It can't be morning already." "It is, baby." I affirmed and slipped nude out of the bed, grabbing my bag to get into the bathroom before my best friend made it in first (it was well known to me she liked to take her time). I strode into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind me as I took care of the morning's business and stepped into the separate shower unit. The feel of the hot water cascading over my body invigorated my lethargic muscles, and excitement about today gradually began overtaking the fog of sleep still left in my head. The shower door opened and Tasha poked her head in, smiling. "Have room for one more in there?" A Secret Revelation Ch. 2 "For you, definitely." I said, smiling back. I watched as she stepped into the shower and pulled the door closed behind her, moving aside so she could take advantage of the warm spray. My eyes automatically took in the length of her slim, curvy body, and the tiny droplets of water that clung to her creamy skin as they made their tract between her upturned breasts, slipping down the concave of her flat belly to her smooth, shaved pussy. Of its own accord my body began to stir, sending a flood of arousal juice to my vagina. "So are you excited about today?" Tasha asked. Her brown eyes held a hint of amusement and more than a little lust, making me fully aware that she was thinking the exact same thing about me. I tore my gaze away from her lush form, centering my attention on the task at hand. "Yes. We haven't been shopping for ages," I replied and squeezed out a handful of shampoo, smoothing it over my wet, blond-brown hair. "Are you excited?" "Hell yes! I intend to spend every cent I've earned over the past month." Tasha said firmly. She nudged closer, reaching past me to grab the shampoo bottle and brushing my nipples with her forearm in the act. I inhaled sharply as the nubs of flesh tightened into firm points, stoking the stirring between my legs and setting my body on fire. Couldn't I go once in her vicinity without wanting her? I cleared my throat and turned my back to her, rinsing the frothy shampoo from my hair while she washed and chattered away about the day's upcoming events. Grabbing the conditioner bottle I opened it up and then blinked in surprise when Tasha snatched it out of my hand. "Let me." She gathered a handful and began massaging it into my scalp, thoroughly coating my hair to the ends. I didn't know why it felt so good to have someone else's hands in my hair, but it did, and every muscle in my body threatened to turn to cooked noodles as I let her rub. A low moan escaped my throat when my lover pressed up against my back, her hands wandering from my scalp to my shoulders, lower to my upper arms and over my firm breasts past the curve of my belly and slipping her conditioner-coated fingers between my thighs. The water streaming over my body grew a few degrees warmer. "Tasha..." I whimpered. "What?" She breathed, delving her middle finger between my swollen pussy lips and lightly stroking my clit, which in turn throbbed with arousal. Tingles of pleasure shot through my body, and I arched into her hand as she quickened her circular rubbing. She urged me to lift my right leg and I set my foot flat against the shower wall in front of me, opening my sex to her seeking fingers. "Ahhh yes..." I gasped. "Yes, oh God, Tasha..." Her warm breath brushed against my ear, sending reactive shivers up and down my spine as she leaned in close. "You want to cum, Chasey?" "Yes, please!" I begged. "Make me cum...make me cummmm!" I firmly thrust my greedy cunt against her finger, my whole body aching to orgasm. She stroked faster and gently nibbled my neck, her free hand cupping and squeezing my left breast. I bit my lip as she rolled my taut nipple between her thumb and forefinger, doubling the pleasure of her rotating digit on my clit. I was going to cum... From the center of my body I felt it coming. Every muscle in my body clenched as I held my breath, waiting for the sweet ecstasy to wash through me. "Yes...yesssss, I'm going to cuuummm!" Tasha pulled her hand away, nearly letting me tumble backwards as she backed off. "Oh no...no cumming for Chasey yet." "What?" I squeaked as my abandoned clit thumped angrily, screaming to finish its pleasure cycle. Tasha smiled wickedly, winking as she opened the shower door and exited. A moment later I heard her melodious peal of laughter as she left the bathroom. That little bitch, I thought with a wry smile. Two could play at that game. I rinsed out the conditioner and switched off the water, leaving the shower stall and grabbing a bath towel from the wall rack. Quickly drying myself I went into the bedroom and gave Tasha a glare as she looked up from her sitting position on the floor, pulling out her days outfit from her bag. "Do you hate me?" She asked innocently. "Despise you." My lover stuck out her tongue. "No you don't. You love me." I couldn't deny that. "You know what you're going to wear?" She grinned devilishly. "What do you think of this?" Out of her bag came a slinky, pale yellow-colored sundress, which she held up for my view. It had a low-cut neckline and without even seeing it on her yet I knew it was short. Daringly short. "Slut." I teased. "Oh yeah? What are you wearing?" I grabbed my bag and unzipped it, pulling out my own slinky, light lilac-colored sundress with a slight blush. Tasha giggled. "Great minds think alike, baby." She stood, nude, and pulled the sundress over her head, straightening it out over her slim hips and smoothing it over her flat stomach. The dress barely even reached mid-thigh, and dipped low to show the tops of her full, tan breasts. It clung in just the right way to her curvy build, and flared out over her tanned legs as she bent over to grab a pair of strappy sandals from her bag. Not for a moment did it escape me that she wore nothing underneath the dress; nor did she reach back inside the bag to put something on. "Like it?" She turned in a slow circle. "That...would be an understatement." I murmured more to myself than her. Tasha winked and swept into the bathroom to finish her hair and make-up. I slipped into my sundress and a pair of white cotton panties almost as a second nature; I looked over myself in the mirror, approving the way the thin, silky fabric clung to my pert chest and trim belly. The hem of the dress, like Tasha's, barely came down to mid-thigh, and the neckline dipped low into my cleavage. "Mmmm, you look beyond hot." Tasha said, emerging from the bathroom in a cloud of sweet scented perfume as I put on a pair of sandals. "You don't look so bad yourself." I said and stood to pull her into my arms, meeting her warm, soft mouth with mine. Her hand slid underneath my sundress and took hold of the waistband of my panties, slipping them downwards. "I don't think you'll need these." She whispered. I obligingly lifted my feet to step out of the panties, my body tingling with the feel of a naked pussy. There was just something extra naughty about going panty less. "Now come on, lets finish up so we can get started on our day. It's almost noon already." It took only a few minutes for me to apply my make-up, spray on some perfume, and to comb out my hair (which Tasha did for me; did I say that there was nothing better than a woman washing your hair?) before we locked up the room and headed out to Tasha's Eclipse. "You want some lunch first?" My best friend asked as we settled in her car and waited for the air conditioning to cool it down. "Yes! I'm starving." I replied, aiming the right side vent towards me, sighing contentedly as the cool air drafted over my body. Tasha shifted into drive and tore out of the hotel parking lot, gunning the engine as she merged unto the busy highway. "How about there?" She pointed to a well-known restaurant off to our right. I nodded my agreement, stomach rumbling loudly. We pulled in and parked, hurrying into the bustling establishment and waiting patiently as a flustered host seated us at a table. "Do you girls...er...ladies need anything to drink right away?" The host, brown haired with blond highlights and a pair of startling aqua eyes, flushed as Tasha's brown-eyed gaze rested on him. My lover shifted closer to me in her seat, putting her warm hand on my tanned thigh. The host's eyes widened almost comically. "Yes, we need some water..." she grinned prettily, eyes flicking to the boy's nametag, "...Marc." "Ok, I'll be right back." He stopped a moment, blushed again, and hurried away. "What a cutie," Tasha said slyly. "How old do you think he is?" "Probably our age, give or take a year." I chuckled and caught the devious look on her face. "Tasha, no." "What?" She threw up her hands in mock innocence and then leaned closer, her warm mouth brushing my ear. "Are you wet, Chasey?" Even though I knew exactly what she had planned just hearing her sweet, sexy voice whispering the words started my juices flowing. I crossed my right leg over my left, realizing too late that it squeezed my pussy lips together and stimulated my swelling clit. Was I wet? That was putting it too lightly! I bit my lip, watching Tasha's french manicured fingers trail little circles around my knee in a deliberate measure of seduction. Jesus, I couldn't get enough of her. "Are you?" My best friend whispered again. "Tell me." "Yes," I murmured. "I'm wet." Her fingers crept higher on my firm thigh. Mid-thigh. Hem of my sundress. Sneaking underneath... "Here's your water." Marc appeared and set down two full glasses of ice water on the table, nearly spilling one in the process as he caught sight of Tasha's wandering hand. I inhaled sharply as she slipped it between my crossed legs, and I was thankful we were partly out of the general population of the restaurant. Still we were in full view of at least three other tables, which at the moment seemed occupied with their dinners. "Thank you, Marc." Tasha said, nudging my thigh upwards to allow better access; God forgive me, but I lifted it as she worked her middle finger between my plump sex lips to my throbbing clitoris. I swallowed my moan of pleasure and set the heel of my hands on either side of the chair, steadying myself as the young host looked on in amazement. My lover began a firm, steady rotation of my sensitive nub, and I was so turned on I had no doubt I would cum in a matter of a minute, especially after the treatment the little tease had given me this morning. My eyes closed as electric tingles shot throughout my body. Her finger felt so good in my pussy...rubbing me...Oh my God, what was I doing? Here I was, in broad daylight, in a public restaurant, in front of a strange guy, letting Tasha...letting Tasha...Oh, I was going to cum... "Stop." I gasped. "Tasha...oh fuck..." I was cumming, cumming so hard my body shuddered as the waves crashed through me. My best friend gently pulled her hand free as I coasted down, bringing her cum-covered finger to her lips and suckling it into her mouth. Marc blinked, and I muffled my giggle seeing the tent in the front of his khaki's. He looked at a desperate loss for words. "Your waitress will be with you in a few minutes." He said and fled, using tables as cover for his erection. "Wonder where he's headed?" Tasha asked with a sly smile. I met her brown eyes with mock anger. "You're naughty! What did you do that for?" I asked her sternly, my vagina still tingling with the lingering aftermath of the orgasm. She smiled secretly. "I love making you cum, that's all." My mouth opened to reply, but an older waitress came along and took our orders, giving us nasty sidelong looks as she observed us. Tasha only smiled brilliantly and crossed her lengthy legs, showing plenty of lean, taut thigh and full cleavage. She was never one with much tolerance. The waitress gave a curt nod and walked away. Tasha scooted her chair back and whispered, "I'll be back, ladies room." And left the table. I sighed to myself and settled back in my seat, taking the opportunity to observe the atmosphere and patrons around me. I suddenly wondered who else had seen the little show Tasha and I had put on. An older couple sat together looking over a ticket; two men dressed in business suits heartily dug into their lunch, and a lone woman in the corner seemingly very involved in a book. My eyes paused over her. She looked to be in her early to mid thirties; thick, medium length blond hair that curled just below her shoulders, with high cheekbones and a sweet, pouty mouth. I couldn't see the color of her eyes from where I sat, but I guessed them to be a dark blue, which would perfectly set off the white blouse and short black skirt she wore. Long, shapely legs were neatly crossed beneath the table, and I couldn't remember a time I was more interested in a pair of black heels than the ones she wore now. They gave her an air of professionalism mixed with an unmistakable sexiness that immediately appealed to my bisexual senses; I mused she must be on a lunch break, because a suit jacket that matched the skirt was tossed around the back of the chair. As I gazed on in interest the subject of my appraisal glanced up from her book, meeting my eyes with hers. "They're blue," I breathed. Strikingly blue. Even from my seat across the room her big, deep blue eyes sent a thrill of awareness through my body, rivaling the lust Tasha could stir inside me. She gave me a small smile (another little thrill) and refocused her attention on her book as Tasha breezed back into her chair, startling me back to reality. "I came upon our cute little host on my way out of the bathroom," She giggled, pulling her chair up to the table. "He looked a little...disheveled." I tried to remain serious, but couldn't help bursting into laughter along with my best friend. A mental image of Marc working on his hard cock in the cramped restaurant bathroom stall was more than enough to send us into the throes of giggles. It wasn't that we were laughing at him; it was more we were laughing because it was our doing. Of course we felt a little bad for him, too. Just a little. "Wow...hey, look over there, Chasey." Tasha whispered, nudging my elbow. My mind still caught up with the woman in the corner, I gave a half-hearted look around the restaurant. "Where?" "In the corner. The woman. Hot, isn't she?" My breath caught in my throat. Once again I was amazed at the perceptiveness of my best friend and lover; I didn't even have to say a word and she was in tune with my desires. Probably was just because we had the same taste in women, I thought with a smile. "Maybe." I said nonchalantly. Tasha grinned. "You can't deny it, baby. An older woman, too. Mmmm." At that moment the grumpy waitress arrived with our food, and the woman was temporarily forgotten as we hungrily attacked our meals. A comfortable silence fell until we had finished eating, and Tasha sat back in her chair with a contented groan. "Nothing like starting the day with a full belly," she said, patting her flat stomach. She frowned. "Our girl's gone." A quick look in the corner confirmed Tasha's observation. I felt a prick of disappointment knowing she was gone, which slightly surprised me. There was something about her. "You ready to go, hot stuff?" I shook thoughts of the woman from my head and smiled at my lover. "Yes. Let's go." We stood and pushed our chairs under the table, heading towards the cashier to pay for our lunch. I smiled beguilingly at a man sitting with presumably his wife, who smiled back and promptly received a dirty look from his other half. Heads turned as we walked by, eyes skimmed, and men shifted in their seats as Tasha and I passed them. And just like bad girls did, we added a little extra sway to our hips and flashed our eyes in a way that we knew could send shivers down any man - or woman's - spine. Tasha and I debated over the bill and decided it was her turn to pay. I excused myself to the bathroom to freshen up, washing my hands at the sink and applying another light coat of lip-gloss before exiting...and smacking unceremoniously into Marc the host. "Oh." He muttered, cheeks flaming, his aqua eyes lowering nervously only to focus on my low-cut neckline and flushing even more. "Excuse me." I smiled and took a step closer. "Excuse me." As I stepped closer, he stepped back. I stepped closer, he stepped back and swallowed as his back hit the wall. Seeing him practically start to sweat, I inched closer until our faces were inches apart and I could smell the attractive, musky odor of his cologne. I knew I was eliciting this reaction from him, and the feeling sent a thrill of excitement throughout my body as his breathing quickened. "I hope we didn't embarrass you too much when...well, you know," I murmured, brushing my soft lips feather-lightly across his jawline and pressing my pelvis against his. Almost immediately a bulge grew in the front of his khaki's, and I lowered my voice to a sultry whisper. "When my girlfriend made me cum." "No...well, um...it's ok." He said quickly. "No problem." "Are you sure?" He nodded wordlessly, and I saw the lust dominating his eyes as he raised them to meet my gaze. I brought my mouth tantalizingly close to his, so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his skin and the electricity sizzling between us. "Am I keeping you, Marc?" I purred. He stiffened slightly as I pressed more firmly into him, trapping his enclosed erection just above my mound. He was hard as a rock; I could feel him throbbing. "I should get back to...to..." He stammered and gasped as I began to move my hips, rubbing my mound against his hard, straining cock. From the size of what was pushing insistently through the fabric of his pants, I could imagine what he would feel like inside me and moaned softly as arousal juice overwhelmed my naked, horny pussy and trickled down the insides of my thighs. I couldn't believe I was so turned on from teasing this young host, but I was, and I didn't want to stop. I didn't want to stop until he came, until he exploded inside the confines of his khaki's. "Oh...oh god..." Marc groaned. I moved in slow, languid circles, enjoying the range of pleasured emotions move across his good-looking face, and increased the pace of my rotations as his hands clenched into tight fists. His cock seemed to harden even more, and his hips thrust into mine as he breathing became almost frantic. "Oh fuck...please, I'm going to cum if you don't stop..." "Do you want me to stop?" I whispered. "Tell me, and I'll stop." "No. No, don't stop," He gasped. "Oh god, I'm going to cum..." His aqua eyes closed and he shuddered as he began to shoot his hot load the warmth seeping through his pants unto my bare leg. I smiled and brushed my lips over his, pulling away to fix my sundress and examine the wet evidence of his pleasure, which spread across the crotch of his khaki's like wildfire. He gave a shaky smile and straightened up, looking down at his mess with a mournful groan. "Hey!" Tasha called from the end of the hallway. "Ready to go?" "Yes," I called back and smiled at Marc, turning to walk away. "It's been nice. See you later." "Thank you, come back soon." He croaked automatically in response and groaned again. "I mean...yeah, see you later." Tasha grinned as I joined her at the exit. "What were you doing with Marc?" "Oh nothing." I said nonchalantly. Her brown eyes scrutinized me. "You did something naughty, didn't you?" "Who, me?" She merely smiled, entwining her fingers with mine as we exited the restaurant, returning to her car and chatting animatedly. I didn't have to tell her anything; Tasha just seemed to know, and that's what continued to amaze me about her. "Are we ready to do some serious shopping?" She asked as she started up the car, beginning the cooling process in the hot, humid space. "Definitely." "Good. Cause that's what we're going to do." With that said my lover shifted into drive and sped to the restaurant parking lot exit, singing along with the radio as she waited to merge into traffic. My thoughts fell briefly to Marc and what had happened; I still couldn't quite believe it; it was almost as if it were someone else had done it. It was all Tasha's fault, she was a bad influence; or a good one in Marc's sake, I thought with a hidden smile. God, who was I kidding? I loved every second of what I did him!