9 comments/ 97136 views/ 18 favorites Anonymous Lover Ch. 04 By: Hot_Sister This story builds upon my previous story called "Anonymous Lover". Susan is David's lover but she comes home unexpectedly to find him in bed with his sister, Beth. They now plan to get her back, but with unexpected results. All characters are fictitious and all are over the age of 18. ***** It was a couple of days after I had told David of my closet episode that he breached the subject of Susan with me. We were sitting in the lounge with a beer, watching a very forgettable movie. "Are you into this movie, Beth?" he asked. "No - not at all. Do you want to do something else?" He clicked the remote and the picture rapidly shriveled to a little white dot in the centre of the screen and then disappeared. He regarded it for a moment. "That was, without doubt, the best part of the whole movie." "No doubt about it.....now, what's on your mind?" "I've been thinking about what to do about Susan." "Not my problem, Buster. She was your lover, not mine." I reached over and touched him. "I'm happy with what I've got." He looked at me for a moment. "I am too, Beth, but I don't like the way it finished between her and me." "You mean her coming into the house and finding you buried in your little sister up to your balls? Why on earth would that put her off?" "We don't know that's what happened." "All of the evidence points towards it." I ticked off the relevant points on my fingers. "One, she's away for the very week you decide to kidnap me, but the weather gets really shitty...so she comes home early". He was silent, so I continued. "Two, on the morning that she is due back the front door suddenly opens in the storm whilst we are engaged in horizontal physical training." "It could have just blown open with the wind." "It's got a deadlock on it....open with a key and shut with a key. Some clever fucking storm to put a key in the lock and turn it." "Well....OK." "Three, that same morning we find a mysterious present on the sofa that wasn't there before we went back to bed after breakfast. It has 'To David from Susan, Kiss, Kiss, Kiss,' written on it....that's a bit of a clue." He nodded, and I went on. "Four, we find the spare key to the front door on the hall table; and five, she stops speaking to you and won't return any of your calls or messages from the very day that all of the above happened." "But she was away." "Not at first. Her Mum said that she came back from her holiday early and stayed around a week or so, then lit off to somewhere else. She said that Susan was very preoccupied. Well, unexpectedly seeing the love of your life vigorously fucking his sister would do that, wouldn't it?" David shook his head. "We don't know that. What makes you think that she actually saw us doing it?" "How can you think anything else? Let's work through the scenario....she lets herself in on the Wednesday after Easter with the key you gave her, full of joy and happiness at the prospect of seeing you again. She sets the key down on the table in the hall and walks down the corridor to the lounge, where she puts her present to you on the sofa. The sound of the storm drowns out her entrance. The house is quite dark, but she's surprised to hear noises...voices. Her curiosity is piqued. She steps out of the lounge and across the hallway, and is drawn to the bedroom like a moth to flame to see what's making all the noise. There we are, on the bed in front of her, engaged in you know what. She sees us, turns and runs out of the house, leaving her keys and the present and the door swinging in the wind." "But we would have seen her at the bedroom door." "No. Remember that was the morning when we really discovered each other for the first time. We were right into it, with my legs up by your ears and you tickling my tonsils...from the inside. Both of us had our backs to the door...you could have flown a 747 into the house and we wouldn't have noticed." David was silent, thinking over what I had said. At length he nodded agreement. "But she can't have seen much. The lights were out." I shrugged. "I'm not sure how much she could see or hear. We don't know how long she was there, but I imagine she at least saw enough to know you were shagging an unknown female in your bed. Whether she figured it was me is another matter....it would be useful to know, though, as you're going to have to deal with all of that if you ever want to talk to her again." "Yeah. Let me think about that," he said. ***** I turned in a bit early that night. I loved this big bed with its soft mattress and its old-fashioned bedstead and big fluffy doona. I'd changed the sheets that morning and they were crisp and white against my skin. The brass rails on the bed gleamed butter gold in the soft light from the lamp beside me, and its old fashioned shade cast interesting shadows into the corners of the high ceiling above my head. I became aware that David had entered the room dressed in his jocks, carrying a camera attached to a tripod. I looked at him. "I know it's a stupid question, but what the fuck is that for, Spielberg?" He smiled at me. "It's my idea to find out what Susan saw." He set the tripod down in the doorway and fiddled with the camera so that it was pointing down towards me. "Susan is about five nine, which is the same height as this tripod," he explained. So she came into the room and looked at the bed, right?" "Yeeesss...." I didn't like where this was going. "Well, if we reenact what we were doing and then check out the video, it will give us an idea of what she could see." He grinned at me, overcome with his brilliance. "No." "No? What do you mean, no?" "Well, we don't know how long she was there for, nor do we know how much light was in the room. The drapes were back but it was pretty dark from the storm. Aside from which - and I know that you are going to find this hard to believe - I actually don't fancy a bit tonight." "Yeah, I figured that. Never mind, we can film the whole session with just dim lighting." He saw the expression on my face. "Well, we don't actually have to fuck....just reenact it." He pressed the record button on the camera and strode over to me, pulling aside the bedclothes. "Come on, Sis, it won't take long." "Which part of 'No' is it that you didn't understand?" "All of it. It won't take long and this is really important to me, OK? Just a re-enactment, right? I promise." "Fat chance of that if I know anything about you." I couldn't help but smile at his earnestness. "Promise me, then - just a simulation." "I promise." "OK then." I moved reluctantly. "Where do you want me?" "Where we were on that morning". He pulled the covers right back and I could feel his hands on my body, adjusting me, opening my legs. "Um, could you lose the nightie?" "No way!" "Go on, Beth. It will get in the way. You'll be safe, I promise!" "That's highly unlikely." I slipped it over my head and it fluttered to the floor, a scrap of blue silk against the polished floorboards. "Panties, too. The camera must see what she saw." I slid them down over my legs and threw them on top of my nightie. I could feel his eyes on me, sliding over my body, caressing my breasts and thighs, lingering on my sex. My nipples hardened a little despite myself, and I hoped he hadn't noticed. "God you're beautiful." "You promised." "Yeah...pity, though. Well, OK." I heard him shucking off his clothes and felt the mattress compress as he climbed onto it, kneeling down between my legs. "We only did it in the missionary position on that occasion, right?" I laughed. "Nobody calls it that!" "Well, you know what I mean." "Yeah, well, I think so. It wasn't a quickie, but we were pretty horny so we didn't play around too much." "OK, you were over here a bit more." He pushed his pillows out of the way, and shifted me over so that I was more central in the bed. "And your legs were open a bit more....I was between them, not outside them." I felt his hands on my calves, widening them, his fingers stroking and caressing as he moved them a little. I watched as he knelt between them, taking the weight on his arms, and then the touch of his cock nudging feather light against my labia. "David! You promised!" "Yeah. Don't get wound up about the axle. Its just simulation." He twisted around to see if we were lined up with the camera, and adjusted us a bit. "That looks right. OK. I won't go into you, but will rub it along your crack. OK?" "No." "Right. Glad you agree." He lifted his cock and rested it on my mound, and I could feel its warmth and rigidity. Between our bodies I could see the occasional flash of his scrotum. I envisaged his nuts nestling inside it, and imagined how much cum was stored in them, ready to be released. I tried to think of something else. "Right. I was fucking you...." He started to thrust gently, soft hands against my flesh. I closed my eyes and thought about the laundry I had to do tomorrow; my job, cleaning toilets - anything to take my mind off the warmth of his member as it slid back and forth over my mound, and the tickle of his balls as they lightly touched my pussy each time he thrust forward. "Now, what about the sound track? What were we saying?" he said. I looked up at him. "Fuck that!" "I don't think that's what we said....or was that an invitation? Interesting proposition, but I promised." He was silent and I listened to the rhythmic creak of the bed, a metronome for fucking. "I think I was telling you how much I loved you, about the tightness of your pussy and how good it felt to be inside you," he said at last. "Did I say anything about being your brother? That would have been a give away." My mind sped back to the morning in question, the details etched in my brain as if it had only been yesterday. Me, on my back, my heart bursting with love, begging him to take me, wanting to feel him inside. His long sliding strokes up into my body, the tightness and pressure, my cunt clasping, our lips close to one another as we cried out. I remembered my words: 'David, Christ God, David, Fuck me, fuck your sister!' and his response, his voice gusty with desire 'Yes, God Yes, Beth, I'm filling you, I'm filling you with my juice! Take it, take it....' And as I remembered I could feel my body take charge, my labia swelling open and my juices begin to flow, my hips responding to his thrusts. My hands came up and clasped his back, and I raised my legs and crossed them over his waist. He shifted his hips and I felt his cock lodge against my opening, and then he pushed forward and slid his length completely into me in one smooth, fluid movement. My fluids bubbled around him, slick and wet, and the room was filled with the sound of our coupling, and of our voices and our sighs of pleasure. Over his back I could see the camera, its little red LED winking at me as it recorded what it saw. It was pointing between his legs, to the spot where his thick rod was penetrating me, looking at my cunt; it watched the rhythmic sawing of his buttocks, driving his shaft into me; it saw my legs over his back, ankles crossed, my hips angled up to allow him better access. It recorded the flow of our juices as they leaked out of me, trickling down my perineum, down over the crimped tightness of my anus to stain the crisp white sheet beneath me, and it heard the rhythmic creaking of the bed and our gusty cries of pleasure. I imagined it to be Susan, standing there a few weeks ago as the thunder crashed around the house. What was she thinking at that moment? Was she in shock as she realised that David was fucking someone else? Did she understand that it was his sister underneath him, her hungry young cunt stretched open by the thickness of his shaft and her cries of pleasure shrill in her ears? Was she hurt by what she saw, or did her own loins flush with excitement as she watched the couple writhing on the bed before her? I imagined what would have happened had she stayed, slipping off her clothes and moving silently beside us, running her fingers over David's back, his startled look and then acceptance of her. I envisaged her tongue probing at his shaft where it joined me, lapping at the juices that were splattered by our coupling, her own fingers busy inside her. I pictured her swinging her long brown legs over my face so I could eat her, frantically pushing my tongue into her body, feeling the crisp springiness of her hair on my chin, the spurting of her juices into my mouth and the crimping tightness of her anus as I penetrated it. The vision burst in my brain like a shooting star and my climax engulfed me, higher than ever before. My cunt seized David's shaft in an iron grip, clamping down on the thick stem and milking its slippery length with violent contractions, and I felt the long jets of his seed that I milked out of him, spurting into me like hot lava. He thrust violently into me with each spurt, the bed crashing against the wall and my legs gripping his back tightly to draw him into me. I heard his voice calling out. "Jesus God, Beth, I'm filling you! I'm filling my little sister with my juice!" And my own shrill response "Yes David, oh yes, yes. God! I feel it. Fill me up with your juice! Fill up your dirty sister with your sperm!" The creak of the bed gradually subsided and then there was only our ragged breathing, the feel of our sweat cooling on our skin, and the slow whirr of the camera as it recorded the trickle of his jism leaking out of me. ***** "Well," said David. "If that's what she saw, then there's nothing she doesn't know." He rewound the tape a little and pressed play. The angle of the camera had foreshortened the image, so that the parts of our bodies closest to the lens appeared disproportionately large. His broad buttocks and his kneeling thighs framed my genitals, in shadow but still clearly visible. The camera had captured everything: his pistoning shaft, the lips of my vulva stretched open, my hands fluttering on his back. I watched the muscles of his legs and back as they tensed, saw the powerful thrusts as he filled me. The speakers either side of the screen faithfully reproduced every sound: the crashing of the bed and the shrieks of passion and I heard my voice, almost unrecognizable as my own "....Fill up your little sister with your sperm!" He pressed the stop button. "So what do we do about that?" I shrugged. "You could send it to her." He glanced at me in annoyance. "That's not very helpful." "Well, it's an idea." I laughed. We could wrap it in a little present, with a note saying 'This was the entrée - you are invited to the main course'." David looked at me with interest. "Well, that's an unexpected perspective. Do you want her in our bed?" I was suddenly lost for words, and I had to think for a moment to choose what I had to say. "I don't know. When we were fucking last night I imagined that she joined us, you know, there, joining in. I was eating her out and I loved it....but that's just fantasy. I'm not sure it would be a good idea." He said nothing, and I continued. "Besides, the chemistry has to be right, even if we wanted it." I looked at him. "Let's not jump to any conclusions, David. This isn't about getting Susan into our bed, is it? I thought it was about you making your peace with her." "Yeah....it is. But if it turned out that way, I wouldn't mind." I flung a cushion at him. "I bet. You are a fucking pervert, Mr Wilson. Now, lets figure out how we can at least make contact with her." ***** The bar wasn't exactly seedy, but it wasn't top notch either. The furniture was as worn as the clientele who were distributed on the stools around the bar. I sat in the corner furthest from the door and I could see the whole room. I watched as Susan came in and scanned who was there. She bought a drink and I expected her to take her usual seat but she surprised me by walking across the room and sitting at the table next to mine, carefully taking off her coat and shaking off the rain drops and undoing the scarf from around her head. Her glossy dark hair fell free and I could see that it was longer than David had described it to me. She was dressed smartly, and she had taken trouble with her make up. We sat there for a minute or two, and once again I wondered what she was doing there. An attractive female on her own in a downtown bar would attract a lot of attention, but I knew from my previous observations that she had rejected them all. I couldn't figure what she wanted...she had made no attempt to meet anyone, and she didn't look at her watch the way one might if you were waiting for someone. She just came in, stayed for a couple of drinks and then left, and this was the fifth evening I had watched her. I suddenly became aware that she was speaking to me, her voice soft. "I've seen you in here before." "Yes." "Are you waiting for someone?" "Yes - maybe. I just don't know who it is yet." She smiled. "Sounds like me". She looked at me for a moment. "Would you mind if I joined you?" "Not at all." I watched as she stood up and moved to my table, with her long legs and short skirt. She leaned in towards me. "I'm Susan." She extended her hand and I took it, feeling the warmth in her fingers. "Elizabeth." I wondered if she would recognize me, but it was doubtful. She'd only ever seen one part of my body and it sure as hell wasn't exposed right now. In a flash of wry humour I speculated on her reaction if I stripped off and flashed my pudenda at her....would she peer at it and then say 'Ah, yes, I know you.... David Wilson's sister!'" She sat next to me. "So what sort of person are you hoping to meet?" I was taken aback by her directness and she must have sensed it. "Oh, sorry....that sounds like a total come-on. My friends tell me I'm too direct." She smiled to rob her words of any offence. "You don't need to tell me if you don't want to." I found myself attracted to her candour. "No, that's fine. I've not really thought about it, to tell you the truth....I'm hoping I'll know when I meet them. I've sat here for a week and rebuffed about thirty or forty guys who thought they were God's gift, or that I was on the game. Eventually they leave you alone. I guess they all think I'm a raving Lesbian." I laughed. "Perhaps I am." She laughed with me. "Difficult to reach this stage in our lives without at least an inkling of that, I would have thought." "Maybe not. I've a friend whose husband decided he was totally gay after fathering four children by her - she found him rogering his boy friend when she came home one day....what do you call it? In flagrante delicto, I think. Pretty difficult to explain that one away, anyway. It probably wasn't a tough call for her to make after that." She ran her finger though the condensation ring on the table, making a little pattern. "I can relate to that." "A man problem?" "Yeah." "Husband or boyfriend?" She hesitated. "Boyfriend....well, I hoped it the relationship would go further." I could see her struggling, deciding whether to go on, but she was silent, looking down at the table. "Well - " I raised my glass. "Maybe we do have something in common, Susan. Fuck 'em! Who needs them anyway?" Her big brown eyes were on my face as we drank, and I could see her weighing me up. ***** "Did she mention me?" David demanded. I sighed. "David, I've been through it with you once already. She didn't mention you - at least not by name. She did imply that her boyfriend - that's you - was a total shit, though, and I have to agree with her." "Really? Why do you say that?" "Ho! This is 'I won't fuck you as its only going to be a simulation' shit head speaking. So what happened to your integrity?" Anonymous Lover Ch. 04 He laughed, totally unrepentant. "Integrity and pussy don't necessarily go well together, Beth. Besides, I didn't hear you complaining at the time." He paused. "So do you think Susan's turned gay, or something?" I shrugged. "Do people suddenly turn gay? I doubt it.....not the majority, anyway. Maybe you did put her off men for life though, or perhaps she's just looking for a little adventure with a twist. Frankly, I'm not sure what she's looking for....certainly not any of the guys in that bar - I've watched her turn all of them away." "So what's next?" "She suggested we meet tomorrow evening in the same place. I got the impression she was assessing me - checking me out, if you like. I'm curious where this is going so I think I'll turn up." He nodded in agreement. "Don't forget to tell me all the hot details." ***** That second evening with Susan was enjoyable. She was a good conversationalist and in no time at all we were comfortable with each other. She didn't talk about her relationships at first, staying on relatively safe topics like our respective interests - movies, theatre, jobs and so on. I found that she had left her job - the one where David worked - and had secured a better paying one in another part of town. She had rented a small flat, bought a car and a new wardrobe. "Sounds like a lifestyle change to me, Susan," I said, "so what caused all of that?" She fiddled with a coaster on the table. "I had this guy - a relatively new experience. We'd only been going out a little while but I really liked him. Anyway, it didn't work out...he found someone else. I was down in the dumps for a while but he did me a favour really, as I was in a bit of a rut. I woke up one morning and thought 'Fuck it! Here I am, 22 years old and I've been doing the same thing for years'...so I changed my job. The extra money helped me with the other changes - you know, car, clothes..." I had noticed her outfit when she walked in. She was dressed in a two piece linen suit, a soft beige colour, the jacket and skirt beautifully tailored. She wore a contrasting blouse the colour of burnt toffee that set off her eyes, and her shoes and handbag were perfectly matched. I figured she wouldn't have got much change out of seven hundred bucks for it. "Your suit is lovely." "Thanks. It was a bit of an extravagance, but what the hell." "So are you in a relationship now?" She was silent for a moment, as if reluctant to talk. "No, not really. I really didn't want to go through the same thing again - " She broke off as she spotted two guys heading towards us. "Uh uh. Incoming. Watch out. Do you want to stay and fight them off, or find somewhere else?" "I'm sick of beating off male ego with a stick. Do you have somewhere?" "Yeah, come on." She drained her glass and we moved out. ***** Her flat was small but cosy - with a tiny kitchen, a small bathroom, sitting area and a single bedroom. She had spent a bit of time and money doing it up and it showed: fresh paint gleamed in the soft lighting, contrasting the bright colours on the various fabrics that I could see. I dropped my coat over the back of a chair and she hung it behind the door. "This is nice." "My love nest.....well, nest anyway. Not much loving been done here. Do you want a drink?" "I'm driving, so I'd better be careful. Just a small one." We went though to the kitchen and I watched her fill two large glasses from a bottle. "Jesus! Big small helping." "You can sleep over if you like. The sofa turns into a bed...probably as hard as a rock, but a couple more drinks like that and you won't notice." "I'll see how I go." I sipped at the wine. "Mmm. New Zealand Marlborough, isn't it?" "Yeah. Cloudy Bay. My favourite." She kicked off her shoes and flopped on the sofa. "So what were we talking about?" "I asked if you were in a relationship." She moved her arm expansively around, indicating the room. "Well, as you can see, there's just me and my stuff. No smelly boots, shaving grouts in the sink, dirty jocks on the floor...." "So are you?" "No. I told you - I don't want the angst and pain." "So what were you doing in the bar?" She looked at me sharply. "You're very direct, aren't you? I could ask you the same thing." "You could, yes." I considered my words carefully. "I'm looking for something different." "Different?" She looked at me. "Different to what?" "To what I've got. The guy I'm with is......possessive. I guess it's a male thing. I enjoy the sex but the relationship is strained." "So you go and sit in a bar for God knows how long in the hope that something better comes along? That's implausible." I smiled. "It does sound a bit off, doesn't it." "And I noticed that you weren't interested in guys." "Not the ones in a bar. I said I wanted something different. Look..." I set my glass down on the counter. "...I don't know what I want, right? I don't know where this is going or whether I want it or not. I do know that I'm ready to try something new, and I also know that I like you." "You don't know anything about me." She was wrong. I actually knew a great deal about her, right down to the little tricks she liked in her sex life, but I didn't think it was time to tell her that. "No, I don't - but I've enjoyed what I've seen so far. Don't be spooked by me, Susan. I'm not a threat. I can leave if you want." She fiddled with a strand of hair above her ear, twisting it so that it stuck out at an odd angle. When she spoke her voice was low. "No, don't do that. Not yet." She lifted her face and met my gaze. "I'm....I'm a little vulnerable right now. I don't know what I want either, but I certainly don't want any more grief." I reached up to her face, very slowly, watching her reaction as I touched her hair, smoothing down the errant tuft that she had been twisting, feeling its glossy sheen under my fingers. Her eyes were huge, pools of dark toffee like those of a gazelle startled by the hunter's light; and her mouth was closed, lips soft and pink. "I think we need each other, Susan," I whispered. "There's no need to be lonely any more." As I stroked her hair I watched her face change: the pupils dilated as if she was suddenly seeing me for the first time - really seeing me - and a new awareness suffused their depths, lenses into the well of her soul. I realised that my fingertips were no longer smoothing her hair but were caressing the back of her head, moving down to the nape of her neck, acknowledging its warmth. She raised her hand and touched one slim finger to my temple, sliding it down lightly over the side of my face, across my cheek and down to my mouth, brushing feather light across my lips and halting there as if to silence any words that I might speak. My lips parted slightly and I tentatively touched the tip of my tongue against her fingertip, expecting rejection; but she watched me steadily with those soft brown eyes, calm and untroubled as I opened my mouth and allowed her finger to slide into me. Her whole demeanour altered from passive to active - subtle little changes; she straightened a little, one knee moving out so that it brushed against my thigh as I stood in front of her, and she tilted her head a fraction. I could see a pulse at the base of her throat beating softly; I watched as her lips opened slightly, full and moist; and I felt her breath on my face as soft as a butterfly's kiss as she leaned forward, bending slightly, turning her head so that her lips fitted snugly over mine. I don't know how long we stood there, kissing in her kitchen - it might have only been a few seconds, but it felt much longer. I'd never kissed a woman before. Her lips were incredibly soft - much softer than David's, and her tongue was softer too, gently exploring my lips and probing into my mouth. My senses were swamped by her: the taste of wine on her mouth, the fresh clean aroma of her hair; the spicy tang of her perfume and the press of her hand on my waist, clasping me gently, pulling me forward, and the warmth of her knee nestling against my thighs. I cupped her face with my free hand, acknowledging the lustre of her skin. She twisted around, breaking the contact of our lips as she tried to put her glass of wine on the counter behind her, and I heard it fall and the splash of its contents. She shrugged and moved onto me again, her lips more demanding, and her right hand as it came up behind me, into my hair. I placed my hand on her right breast, my thumb stroking her nipple though her clothes, and she broke the kiss and looked down at it before she spoke. "This is too quick, Elizabeth. I need time...." "Why?" "I don't know.....it's good. I like it...I like you. I just don't want to rush into anything. I need a bit more time." Our kissing had really turned me on - I could feel the heat of my desire, the oozing of my juices into my pants, the material soaking, sopping wet. I wanted to go further with her, but I didn't want to spook her - she was so unsure of herself. I backed off. "I understand, Susan. I'll be here when you decide." She nodded in acquiescence and pressed her lips on mine again, butterfly soft kisses sweeter than honey. ***** "So what happened tonight?" David demanded. "Nothing much...a few drinks in a bar - " "I'd hoped for something to happen a little quicker." I felt my patience going. "What the hell did you expect, David? That she'd greet me with open arms and follow me back here like a well trained dog, to forgive you for rooting your sister? Get real! Hell, even she doesn't know what she wants, other than to avoid being fucked over again. She's spooked, David, and even if its possible to build a bridge it's going to take some time.... so get your mind above your waist for a change!" He stared at me. "Keep your shirt on, Beth. Jesus! I just wanted to - " "I know what you want, and if it happens, it happens. Just back off." He held up his hands in conciliation, and we changed the subject. ***** I heard nothing from Susan for almost a week and I was beginning to think that she had cut me loose, but then I received a brief SMS asking me to dinner on the Saturday. I turned up at her flat in a new outfit I had bought, clutching a bottle of her favourite wine and some flowers. She opened the door at my knock. "Hi Elizabeth. Wow! You look great! Come in." She kissed me on the cheek. "Do you like it?" I did a twirl and my skirt flared out in a blaze of colour, showing off my legs. "I love it...must be the season for colour..." she indicated her own brightly coloured dress. "...anyway, come in. I've made a cocktail to start off, if you'd like." I put the wine down on the kitchen counter, remembering what we had done here only the week before...those first tentative steps to something more, perhaps. I looked around, noticing how tidy everything was, the candles casting soft light, the table set for two in the corner of the room. "The flat looks lovely, Susan." "Yeah, it scrubbed up well, hasn't it." I watched her as she poured me a drink. She was wearing a plain white blouse and a pleated skirt in a bold red and purple print, and her hair was tied back in a pony tail that glistened blue-black. Her make up was skillfully done - a little blush, mascara, lipstick. Her skin glowed with health and vitality and her eyes were bright. I thought she looked good. "Here you go, Elizabeth." She handed me a drink, and our fingers touched for a moment. She clinked her glass against mine. "To friendship". The meal was beautiful, and I was touched by how much trouble she had gone to, and impressed by her frantic forays into the little kitchen to bring out a succession of delicious dishes when it was obvious that she was not a natural cook. By the end of it she was perspiring, with wisps of hair hanging down over her temples, but she was happy that all her work had turned out such a good result. We left the debris of the meal on the table and the two empty wine bottles and moved to the lounge. She kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the sofa. "Enough formality. Make yourself comfortable." I sat next to her, and broached the subject that we had avoided all through the meal. "I am comfortable Susan.....but are you?" She glanced at me. "Yes....I think so. I'm sorry about last week...I hope that I didn't put you off." I smiled at her. "I did check out my breath and armpits when I got home, in case it was me." She was mortified. "No, no....it was nothing to do with you....it was me!" She fiddled with the ice in her drink, buying a little time before she responded. "I just felt, you know....it was moving too quickly. I wanted time to stand back and think about what I wanted." "And did you?" She smiled. "I thought about it....in fact I've thought about little else. I'm still not sure what I want, though." "That's not surprising." I put my drink on the table and I took her hand. "What was it Confucius was supposed to have said? '...Wherever you go, go with all your heart'....well, something like that, anyway." I was silent for a while, feeling the warmth in her hand. "Perhaps it will be a little easier if I told you what I feel?" She nodded, her eyes on my face, and I pressed on. "I've never had any sort of relationship with a woman, Susan....I've always considered myself straight, you know? I guess I was curious, though, which is why I was in the bar, looking, and it just happened to be you that caught my eye. Until I came here I wasn't sure though....you know.... whether a woman would turn me on...." I looked at her and I could feel my cheeks colouring. "Shit, this is difficult!" She put her other hand over mine. "It is, isn't it? ....we don't need to talk about this now - " "Yes, we do. There are unanswered questions that will get in the way if we don't." I took a deep breath. "I really enjoyed what we did last week. I walked out of here as hot as a pistol - you know.....I mean, I would have gone a lot further if you had wanted to. I've been sitting on the edge of my chair all week, hoping that you'd call back." "Aren't you worried about it, though?" "If you mean having a relationship with a woman, not really. If we are both comfortable with it then why not? It doesn't mean that we have totally changed our sexuality or anything dramatic like that....perhaps we are just enlarging the ones we have." She nodded, and I went on. "If you are asking whether I'm worried about having a relationship with you in particular, though, that's a different issue - but it is always the question whenever you meet someone new. Yes, we might find that we are incompatible in a week or a month or perhaps even a year or two, and we might decide to split...but that's life, isn't it? If we worried too much about that we'd never get to know anyone." She smiled. "You're right. I guess...if I hadn't wanted to see you again - um, to go further, you know, I wouldn't have invited you tonight. I'm...I'm just not very good at this....so what happens now?" I released my hand from hers and touched her face. "Let's just see, shall we?" For a moment we looked into each other's eyes, then I leaned in toward her and our mouths met. She had that same spicy taste, the sweetness of wine on her breath, and her lips were just as moist and soft as I remembered. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and I felt her hand at the back of my head, pulling me forward. We toppled sideways onto the sofa, her feet still on the floor so that her body was twisted underneath me; I held her face, pushing my own tongue into her mouth, exploring her taste and texture, breaking off to kiss the tip of her nose and the soft skin under her ears, and the smooth scented flesh of her neck. She lifted her legs off the floor so that we were crammed together onto the narrow sofa together, me half across her. Her right leg was bent at the knee and her skirt had ridden up; I put my hand on her thigh, acknowledging the firm plasticity of her flesh, sliding it upwards, feeling her roll over towards me and the press of her breasts against mine. We kissed for a long time, tongues dancing, sometimes just the very tips flickering against each other, exquisitely sensitive, and sometimes letting their full slippery lengths extend against each other, writhing like mating eels, each sucking in the taste and texture of the other. Our hands began to roam; I had raised one thigh over her legs and I could feel her fingers dipping down towards its juncture, touching the elastic of my panties and brushing over the fabric covering my sex. Her skirt was pushed up and I rubbed against her mound with my left hand, the thin material moist under my fingers. At length she pulled away, disentangling herself, rolling off the sofa to her feet and reaching down for my hand. "Come with me." Her bedroom was dark aside from the square of light that was flung into the room from the open door. I undressed her, fumbling with the buttons on her blouse until she gently pushed aside my fingers and deftly undid them, pulling it off. I unzipped her skirt and she raised her hips to assist me as I pulled it down, over her butt and her long legs. Her underclothes were small and lacy; I unclipped the bra at the front between the swelling globes of her breasts and she shucked it off, allowing them to fall free. They were firm, capped by rose coloured nipples erect with her desire. I seized the thin straps of her knickers and slid them down her thighs, watching as her pussy clasped briefly at the wet material before releasing it. She had shaved, leaving only a neat triangle of black hair fashioned on her pudenda, pointing like an arrowhead to the prize beneath. I caught the scent of her sex, the musky tang of a healthy woman in full arousal. I regarded her as she lay naked on the bed. Her skin was flawless, dark against the white bedspread so that I could see the outline of her body as if in silhouette but there was enough light to also see the details - the neat head with its curtain of hair spread like gossamer silk over the pillow; the creamy texture of her neck and shoulders; the swell of her breasts, fuller and heavier than mine with the dark nipples standing in arousal; the flat stomach, punctuated by the comma of her belly button, sweeping down to the shallow crease above each thigh, each leading to the valley of her sex with its triangle of dark hair and the pout of her labia below it, in deeper shadow. She watched me with trusting eyes as I shed my clothes and climbed beside her, kneeling, looking down at her face. I touched her brow softly, my fingers gentle as I trailed them down over her temples, across the warmth of her cheeks to her mouth, and I felt the heat of her breath and the gentle touch of her tongue as she flicked it lightly across my fingertips. I ran my nails lightly over her neck, down over the smooth texture of her shoulders and to the swell of her right breast, cupping its firmness, then swirling around the firm nub of her right nipple, dark and engorged with desire. I trailed my fingers over the flat muscle of her belly, down to the crisp mat of her pubic hair, then round, past her sex to the long flow of her thighs. She reached up, pulling my head down to hers and her mouth opened for me, her tongue slithering between my lips, and I brought my fingers up the inside of her legs, then back up across her belly to cup her breast again, rubbing my thumb over her nipple. Her hands were in my hair, holding me, lifting me away slightly so that she could look at my face. She spoke softly. "I've not been with a woman before, Elizabeth.....show me." "I will, I will." Words punctuated with hot kisses, sizzling, the taste of her mouth and the slippery probing of her tongue as it mated with mine, the heat of her breasts against me as I leaned over her, nipples like hard pebbles. "I'll teach you all I know, Susan." Anonymous Lover Ch. 04 And in that moment I understood that she had shifted the mantle of power to me. She now lay before me, utterly acquiescent, to do with as I wished - to be teased and titillated at my whim; to be carried to heights of ecstasy or to ride down long dark valleys of pain when and how I decided. The sense of power popped and fizzed though me like a narcotic, crystallizing my thoughts so that time slowed, and I could feel the thud of my heart and feel the blood coursing through my veins like a living river. My consciousness seemed to detach itself from my body to hover above the bed, ready to orchestrate what was to happen between the two players I could see there, naked and ready - the dark haired one, hesitant and tremulous, and the slim blonde crouched over her, eyes bright with excitement and lust. I stood quickly and gathered a few of the silk scarves that I had seen on her dresser, and I bound her to the bed, drawing the bonds firmly over her wrists, securing them with knots to the rails of the bedhead. I drew her legs up, tying her ankles to the same points so that she was bent in a 'U', her lower torso supported by a pillow, her sex completely exposed, glistening with expectation. Her eyes were filled with anticipation as she understood that she was now mine, and what that might mean. She tested the bonds but there was no give; she was helpless, the valleys and depths of her secret openings ready for me to use as I pleased. Leaving her there I gathered what I needed: hot water and ice from the kitchen, cotton swabs and baby oil from the bathroom. I flung open the drawers of her bedside cabinet and found the vibrators and other toys and I took them out and laid them next to her, watching her eyes on me, hooded with desire. I broke open one of the boxes I had found, and a strand of large love-beads lay nestled in the wrapping. She saw what I was doing. "I've never used those.....I'm not sure....." I was silent as I bent over her. The flesh around her genitals was soft and pliable; I rested my fingertips gently on her pussy, delighting in the rubbery texture of her labia and the way they opened for me, slick and wet. I could feel the heat of her core radiating out of her sex like a furnace, and I penetrated her with one finger, just to the first knuckle, to feel the clasping tightness of her passage. She moaned and writhed against the bonds, so that my finger slipped deeper inside her. I withdrew it and brought it to my lips, licking it, tasting her juice, body-warm and eel-slippery on my tongue. The love beads glistened with warmed oil like small shiny eggs and I laid the first against her anus, watching her crimp in anticipation, denying entry. I pressed the first bead hard against her, watching closely, observing the pressure of the shiny black plastic against the compression of her flesh, the long moment of rejection; and then her sphincter reluctantly opened and it slid into her, swallowed whole, and her flesh closed around it like a little red mouth. One by one, I pressed the remaining beads into her, each one tight, each one denied entry until the reluctant suck of her passage absorbed it. All five beads were inside her and I imagined them resting in her rectum like peas in a warm cloying pod, and I saw the thin black cord snaking out from the crimped ring of her anus, ready for me to retrieve them when I was ready. She rocked her hips a little, the springs on the bed creaking as she tried to readjust. She looked at me from between her thighs, her voice husky. "God, that feels full." "There's more to come." "Give it to me...anything you want." I selected the largest of the vibrators she had and I touched the bulbous tip against her vulva, allowing it to penetrate her a little. Her body convulsed as if I had touched her with a red hot poker, and words tumbled out of her. "Oh God, Elizabeth! Yes! Oh Yes! Fuck me with it!" The dildo slid into her and I watched her pussy closely as it clutched at the intruder, stretching wide as it struggled to accommodate its breadth. The angle of her body made the penetration tight, the vibrator pushing against the narrow bridge of flesh between her vagina and her rectum, and I fancied I could feel the bumpy distortion caused by the love beads buried inside her. And then it was all the way in, only the base protruding, the entire length encased in her soft, perfumed body. I ran my tongue over her openings, round the base of the thick vibrator, lapping at the oozing cream of her desire, thick and tart on my lips, coating my cheeks, and then down, teasing the thin black cord snaking into her ass, feeling her hole crimp each time the tip of my tongue touched it, hearing the hiss of her breath and her moans and sighs of pleasure. I could not tell you how long I was there, lapping at her, filling my senses with her perfume and my mouth with her juices - perhaps half an hour, or perhaps more. She was begging me for release, pleading for me to let her come, but each time the shaking of her body and the shrill moans of her pleasure heralded her climax I withdrew, and I watched her as she hovered on the brink and then slipped back, begging me for the unfulfilled release. After a while I withdrew the vibrator, feeling the clinging suck of her flesh as it slid out, shiny with her juices. I laid it aside, and I undid the bonds securing her ankles and tied them to the foot of the bed so that she was spread-eagled. I washed her vulva with a hot flannel, as hot as my hands could hold, and her labia swelled thick and red with the heat. She cried out at the sensation, and then squealed as the first ice cube was pressed into her. I swung my leg over her body facing her feet, and shuffled my ass down toward her face - feeling the hungry rasp of her tongue on my cunt as she snuffled into me. We were locked in the 69 position, each of us in a feeding frenzy, pressing our mouths against the genitals before us, lapping at the hot cream that oozed out. As I ate her I envisaged her and David when they were lovers, how his cock must have looked as it slid into her in the same brass bed that he and I now used for fucking. I imagined the gushing of his hot seed deep into her body, and the rhythmic contractions of her cunt as she milked him dry. As I lapped at her, I wondered what Susan would think if she knew that the pussy now mashed against her face had been filled by him only this morning. If she sucked me hard enough would she taste where he had spurted? Would she recognise the musky flavour of her ex-lover's sperm, and understand that it was his little sister that carried his seed, hot and dribbling to her mouth? In the heat of her passion would she care, or was that a taboo too deeply rooted in her brain to ever allow David's dream of getting us both in his bed? My mind switched back to the present: the soft, wet press of her lips against my sex and the taste of her in my mouth as I burrowed into her pussy. I stretched aside her labia with my hands and I played with her clitoris, rubbing the soft flesh of my bottom lip against it, hearing her cry out with pleasure. Three more times I brought her to the edge of orgasm and three times I lifted my hungry mouth away as she was poised on the brink, the muscles in her body quivering under the strain, her torso pushed up from the bed. She begged me for release and at last I consented, carrying her upwards in a swirling gale of pleasure, teasing with my lips and tongue and fingers until she was teetering on the brink: and then, like a seed caught in a whirlwind, she was swept into the void and she came. As the first cries of her ecstasy burst from her mouth I seized the black cord snaking from her back passage and I pulled it outwards. I could feel the sucking resistance of her bowels as they fought to retain the beads buried within her; and then her anus bulged outward, stretching open like a portal and they appeared, each one dragged through the tightness of her sphincter just as the wave of her orgasm broke. She wailed, a high pitched keening noise that rattled off the windows, and a spurt of juice was expelled from her clenching vagina to splash against my lips and face and soak the bedspread beneath her writhing buttocks. The bed rocked and creaked as she fought against her bonds, every muscle in her body taut with the waves of ecstasy that surged through her; and I rode her, tossed about like a small boat in a storm until the tide of her passion was spent and she lay still, a sheen of sweat glistening on her golden body. Afterwards I untied the scarves at her ankles and wrists, and I bathed her lightly with the flannel. Her eyes were on my face and I thought I could see love in their depths. When she spoke, her voice was soft. "Stay with me tonight." "Yes, yes, I will" We crept under the covers together, cupped like lovers, her kisses soft and sweet as they shared the taste of her still on my mouth. ****** "So where were you last night?" David demanded. He was grumpy because he had gone to sleep on his own. "With Susan." "So what happened?" "Not much. We had a few drinks at the pub but were being harassed by a few over-amorous guys, so we went back to her flat. I slept on the sofa as I'd had a few too many." He lifted his head and peered at me. "You could have called me!" "It was late - I didn't want to disturb you." He grunted. "Any progress?" "No, not really. We had a few drinks and watched a dull movie. She's a pretty private person. I don't think she will be an easy nut to crack." "A wasted night, then." I was silent. Why should I tell him what had really happened? His goal was only to entice Susan back to his bed, and he had neither consulted with me nor apparently cared what that might mean to our relationship. Circumstance had dealt a delicious irony, though, giving me a night that I would remember for the rest of my life. My senses quickened as I pictured her thrashing underneath me, and the shriek of her orgasm and the taste of her ejaculate in my mouth. I wasn't ready to give that up: there was far more pleasure to be drawn from her slim firm body, and there was no place for David to share any of it just yet. Perhaps one day - but not yet. My thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing, and he picked it up. "Hello?.....Yes, this is David." He mouthed the word 'Susan' at me, and my heart sank. Had she worked out the web that I had spun around her? How could she have known? I could hear the buzz of words from the phone pressed to his ear but they were not loud enough for me to understand what she was saying. David listened for a few moments without replying, and then I heard a click as the line was broken and the burr of the dialing tone. His face was expressionless as he put the phone down. "So what did she say?" "She told me to listen and not to speak. She said that she was aware that I'd been trying to contact her and I was to stop. She said: 'I've found someone new, David, who won't shaft me like you did... she's worth ten of you' ...and then she said, in a spiteful voice: 'how does it feel to know that I'm fucking a chick now?' ...and she put down the phone." He turned to me. "Did you see any sign that she was in a relationship?" "No." He punched the wall with his fist, leaving a mark on it. "Fuck! What a bitch! She's met some two-bit whore and is licking her pussy just to get back at me." I fought back the anger that consumed me. He obviously didn't know that I was that 'two bit whore', but I was still stunned by the injustice of his words and the selfishness of his ego. My voice was heavy with sarcasm. "Yeah... I'm sure you're right, David. Still, that's her business. Perhaps we should let the whole Susan thing cool off for a while?" "Too right." I put my arms around him and the second lie of the evening rolled easily off my tongue. "Now, I need to tell you that work has decided to send me on some training courses over the next few weeks, which means I'll be away from time to time....nothing huge - just the odd night and perhaps a few weekends here and there." He looked at me without much interest. "Right." His mind was clearly still on Susan, but unlike me, his thoughts were negative. I thought that my opportunities with her were just starting and I smiled to myself, imaging what we could do to each other when I was with her instead of him. ***** Copyright. Not to be reproduced without the express permission of the author. If you liked this story (or even if you didn't), could you take a moment to leave a comment and a score, please? This will help me to improve my work and would be very much appreciated.