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Confusion and Pleasure Ch. 02

By: HectorOfTroy



My third year in college was by far the most interesting. The summer previous I had a series of unexpected and confusing sexual encounters with my sister and now I looked at nothing the same. The first thing I had done when I returned to school was break off the rather unfulfilling and now undesired relationship I had with my semi-boyfriend. I needed some time to sort out what I felt and who I felt it towards. I eventually concluded that I was a lesbian, but was not sure how to go about it. So for a very long time I had gone without sharing physical intimacy with anyone and my body began to ache for release.

Then along came Linda. Linda was in my psych 101 class, and I became crazy about her within days of meeting her. She was in her early thirties. She was smart and sexy and she took charge. I found myself wanting to be hers, wanting her to take me and have her way with me. But she had done nothing to suggest that she was a lesbian, and I had no idea how to initiate a relationship with another woman. So I went on longing with no reward. Soon the quarter was over and I no longer had the psych class with her. I was being rather timid, and I should have done something to ensure that we remained in contact, but I didn't.

Then to my surprise she ended up being in my pre-calc class the next quarter. Having just shared a class, we instantly formed up a little study group with a couple of other people, and it looked like I would get a second shot. But still I was being timid. I was incredibly frustrated with myself, but the frustration did nothing to help me with Linda. 

About two weeks into the quarter our group of four was supposed to get together in the library to study for an upcoming test. One girl cancelled because of personal issues. The other simply didn't show up (which was no surprise, considering how she went through most of life stoned out of her mind). 

So I ended up studying alone with Linda. My heart was fluttering and my stomach tied itself in an intricate series of knots. I felt like I was back in junior high sitting across from my crush. My palms were slick with sweat and every time I tried to talk I nearly ended up chewing on my tongue. I felt so stupid acting like this in front of Linda, which of course only aggravated things.

Toward the end of the session we ended up on the subject of why we were taking the class and what degree we were working towards. Somehow I managed to stutter out that I was going for a generic business degree. I didn't really know what I wanted to do, but several people had told me that you could do just about anything with a business degree. Then it was Linda's turn.

"I originally came back to school so I could do something with my life after I left my prick of a husband. I guess I wasn't docile enough for him, because he started screwing 'sweet young girls' on the side whenever he could. I caught wind of it and left him with his stupid whores." She went on to say that she hadn't really known what she wanted to do at first. "Jim used to avoid children like a plague, and he refused to even consider the possibility of me getting pregnant as a good thing. I've always loved children. So, I decided to become a teacher."

She kept going, obviously upset by the memories of her husband that she had brought up. "My god! Sometimes I swear I should have been born a man. Every man I've ever been with thinks I should just lie there and take whatever he has to give me. What if I want to be in control, is that such a bad thing?" She stopped herself there, but too late. I could tell by the look on her face she had said more than she meant or wanted to, but I had heard exactly what I wanted.

This was what I had been waiting for all along. I could feel the color in my cheeks as I thought about the implications of this, and I swear my clit heard her because it seemed to be poking its head out to say hello. This was my chance, the time for me to make some sort of advance.

But my tongue remained firmly fixed in position. As I gazed into her reddish brown eyes, those eyes that reminded me of rich red earth, tree bark, and autumn leaves all wrapped up in one, everything I could think of to say seemed childish and clumsy or stupid. This would become another wasted opportunity.

Linda and I concluded our study session and parted. It was a Friday, so at least I would have the whole weekend to think about how I would seduce Linda, as I was sure was now my intention.

When I got to my apartment, I found a surprise waiting for me. Jennifer was there, waiting at my doorstep looking terribly depressed and most definitely as cute as ever.

"Hi Jennifer. It's a surprise seeing you here."

I got no response, but it wasn't because of her shyness this time. She tried to speak, but all that came out were sobs. Tears started streaming down her face, and as I knelt to embrace her I could see that her eyes were all red and puffy. This was not the first time she had cried today.

"Sweety, what's wrong?"

"It - It's -" she made several valiant attempts at telling me, but broke down into sobs again. I led her into my apartment and sat her down on the couch, hugging her until she could speak more coherently.

"Maggy left me! She said I was a stupid fat little girl, and that she was done with me!"

That was all she could manage before the sobbing took over again. I knew already that Maggy was the dominant one in their relationship but I didn't know that she could be so cruel. 

"Oh honey, I'm sure she didn't mean those things, and even if she did they're not true and you don't deserve them."

"Yes they are," she whined. "I knew it all along, but I got her to keep me and promised to be better for her, but I didn't. And now she hates me."

"Shush. It'll be all right. If Maggy hates you then she doesn't deserve you. You're wonderful Jennifer."

For the longest time she simply lay with her head in my lap, crying herself into a semi-peaceful stupor. My thoughts of Linda that had been pushed from my mind now returned as Jennifer lay in my lap. Then a new thought occurred to me. Maggy was lucky to have Jennifer, but if she didn't want her, I would be lucky to have her as well. I had been very impressed with her body when I last saw her, and I wouldn't mind being the one pleasing her body and bringing her to long, explosive orgasms.

I wanted to be the one to comfort her in her grief. But at the same time I didn't want to take advantage of her while she was weak, and I wanted to belong to Linda. Once again Maggy and Jennifer were dragging me into the deepest depths of confusion.

When Jennifer returned to the world, she seemed somewhat recovered. At least she was able to speak without breaking down. "Thank you for listening and helping Sophie. I didn't know where else to go. I was afraid that everyone else that knows about me and Maggy would side with her. Sorry if I intruded."

I told her not to worry about it, and that she was welcome to talk to me about anything any time. She just lay for a while longer with her head in my lap, with me softly stroking her soft dark hair. Eventually she sat up and looked me in the eyes, which seemed a rather bold move for her.

"Did you really mean everything you said?"

"Absolutely. Anyone would be lucky to have you."

"You really don't think I'm fat?"

She sounded so convinced of the falseness of my statement that I was shocked for a moment. I was angry with my sister for so damaging this poor girl so much that she could think of herself like that. For me at least, there is a certain weight range where a woman does not become more or less attractive by gaining or losing weight, but simply becomes attractive in a different way. A small amount of fat can be an attractive thing. This didn't seem like the time to give her such a complicated answer though, so I responded more simply.

"Absolutely not. I think you have a wonderful body."

"Thank you. You do too." True to her character, Jennifer said this in a half-mumble while staring at the floor, displaying the timidity that I found so adorable in her.

I cupped her cheek in my hand with the sole intention of giving her comfort. But when our eyes met something awoke in me that I could not control. I moved lips to hers and kissed her with the passion that came from a long denial of sexual release. Once the surprise wore off on her she opened her lips to me and invited me further. I probed her mouth with my tongue, exploring every corner of it and savoring the taste. Meanwhile, my hands explored her body through her clothes. I started at her face, tracing my fingernails lightly up and down her cheeks and the moving down her neck to tickle along her collar bone. I cupped her delightfully full breasts, caressing them and squeezing them ever so gently until I could feel her nipples poking back into my hands. Then I moved my hands down her sides and played my hands over her adorable tummy. My fingers danced around to her back, and then cupped her butt and pulled her to me.

My body was aching with need now, but I didn't want to take advantage of her so I disengaged my mouth from hers. "Is this OK? Do you want me to stop?"

"No," she panted. "Please don't stop."

I obeyed. She lay back on the couch then, and I lay atop her. My mouth found hers again, and my tongue wrestled with hers while my hands found the buttons on her blouse and began to remove the prohibitive article of clothing. I unfastened her bra and removed it from her twin globes but left it strewn across her tummy. My mouth moved down her body and found her breasts. I tasted another woman's flesh for only the second time, and it was a heavenly experience. I lost count of how many times my tongue did laps around her aureoles, how many times I took her firm nipples in my mouth and sucked them like a newborn, how many times she moaned my name in pleasure. I nipped playfully at her flesh from time to time. Then I bit her nipple, and she responded with an exclamation of pain.

"I'm sorry!" I was embarrassed and ashamed to have mis-stepped so, but she didn't seem to mind too much.

Then I was back at her tits, enjoying every moment nearly as much as her, or so I thought. I was soon surprised to find her cumming. I was so surprised that I took my mouth away and gaped. I think it kind of ruined the experience for her, but she was rather forgiving.

I found myself apologizing again. "I'm sorry. I didn't know that a woman could cum from just her nipples. It kind of caught me off guard."

"It's okay," she purred. "It surprised your sister the first time too. I guess I just have really sensitive nipples."

Her face was turning red just talking about it even though she had just shamelessly experienced it. She was so cute that I had to plant my mouth on hers again and resumed my exploration of her mouth.

When finally I liberated her mouth she spoke. "Do you want me to make you cum now?"

'Desperately! Absolutely!' I thought, but instead I said "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"I think I do," she whispered.

Her hands slowly made their way to my breasts. Though I'm sad to say that mine aren't nearly as sensitive as hers, I still enjoyed the attention she gave them through my tee-shirt. I stood and took her hands in mine, then I removed my shirt and bra. Her hands returned to my chest and gave me more pleasure while I unbuttoned my jeans and hooked my thumbs in my panties, pulling them down below my butt and letting them stay there while Jennifer sucked on my earlobe. Then she was down on her knees removing my shoes and the rest of my clothing.

I sat back on the couch with my bottom resting on the edge while Jennifer stayed on her knees between my outspread thighs. She began kissing my knees, first the right and then the left. As her kisses progressed up my legs toward my center of pleasure she left a wet trail and I felt a tingling traveling up my legs and into my pussy. I had never known my legs to be so erogenous until she did this. After an eternity of her slow, methodical kissing she reached my pussy and immersed herself in with a nature that belied her shy outer shell.

My apartment door opened. My heart skipped a beat and I suddenly couldn't breathe. I didn't know who it was, but I didn't want to be caught like this. The door slammed shut, and Maggy marched into my living room fuming.

"You whore!" she screamed. "We get in one fight and you're already fucking someone else! And my sister no less."

"I'm sorry Maggy," she whined. 

"Sorry doesn't cut it whore. You're going to pay for this."

"Don't talk to her like that Maggy," I intervened. "She doesn't deserve it."

"She's mine, you don't tell me how to talk to her," she shot back. "She's going to be punished and you're going to stay out of it."

"She will not! This is my apartment and you're going to leave if you think you can do anything to her."

"No. I do deserve to be punished," Jennifer said.

"No you don't. Don't you believe that."

"But I do. I've been bad."

Jennifer and I had stayed frozen in the position in which Maggy had found us. While Jennifer spoke, Maggy pushed Jennifer's skirt up above her waist and pulled her panties down to her knees. Then she removed her own little leather miniskirt to reveal that she was wearing nothing underneath but the strapon she had demonstrated such a mastery of when we last saw each other.

"Do you know what happens to whores Jennifer? They get fucked in the ass, that's what."

Jennifer only whimpered in response. I stayed where I was and watched. I told myself that I was there to make sure that things didn't get out of hand and to protect Jennifer if it came to that, but I'm not sure that was really my motive.

"You don't want it in your ass do you Jennifer? You know it's going to hurt, don't you?"

"I deserve it. I've been a bad little whore."

"Yes you have. Get ready whore. This is going to burn."

Maggy shoved the strapon in Jennifer's pussy and thrust it in and out a few times to get it wet. Then she used her fingers to move some of the juices from Jennifer's cunt to her ass, inserting two of her fingers when she was done. Jennifer was still on her hands and knees between my thighs, but her face rested in my lap now. I stroked her hair and tried to reassure her and comfort her through the pain that I knew was to come.

Finally Maggy spat on Jennifer's asswhole and rubbed it in as a final lubricant. I couldn't imagine how Jennifer felt after being subjected to such a humiliating and degrading gesture. Maggy placed the tip of the plastic cock at the ring of Jennifer's ass, and started to slowly but steadily insert it. She was taking the time to make sure she didn't hurt Jennifer too much, but she wasn't giving her any time to adjust either. As soon as their hips met Maggy began thrusting in and out. She didn't go too quickly, but I know I wouldn't have been very comfortable in Jennifer's place.

"How does that feel, Jennifer," Maggy taunted. "How do you like being a little whore now?"

The only response Jennifer made was to emit squeaky little whimpers of pain and discomfort from time to time. After a couple of minutes it occurred to me that it didn't appear as though Maggy was really putting a whole lot of effort into "punishing" anyone. Jennifer was moaning now, and they sounded a lot like moans of pleasure to me. I had never tried anal, but I had heard that some girls enjoyed it so much they could actually orgasm off of it. Was this what I was witnessing now? My question was soon answered as Jennifer wrapped her arms around the small of my back, buried her face in my stomach, and moaned herself through a shuddering climax.

My confusion must have been painted clearly on my face. Maggy saw it, and broke into gleeful almost maniacal laughter. Jennifer joined in with a few of her adorable little giggles followed by some blissful cooing sounds.

"What the hell is going on here?"

"We had you fooled so bad Sophie! I kept telling Jennifer that my sister knew me better than to fall for this, but I guess I was wrong."

"You mean this whole thing was an act?"

"The whole thing. We were going to come up and check out the college to see if we wanted to go here, and I had the idea to make it a surprise visit. Then Jennifer suggested we make it a different kind of surprise. I couldn't pass up such a wicked idea."

"You mean this was Jennifer's idea!?" I looked down into her eyes and saw her grin. It was the cutest and most mischievous grin I had ever seen.

"It sure was. And who'd have thought that this shy little girl could act so well! She's full of surprises once you get to know her."

"She certainly had me fooled. I'm not sure this shy girl thing isn't an act too."

As if in response to my comment Jennifer began pressing her bottom back against Maggy, asking for more stimulation. I was amazed at the extent to which this girl could contradict herself.

"If you want more Jennifer, you have to be a good girl and finish what you started on Sophie."

Evidently she did want more because she immediately resumed her ministrations to my pussy. Maggy also resumed her attentions to Jennifer's wonderful ass a little more gently this time. As her tongue sent my clit into a heavenly place with it's skilled stimulation, she worked magic on the small of my back also. She gently raked her fingernails over the flesh there, lighting flames of lust in my brain and multiplying the sensations everywhere else in my body. It was not long before I tunneled my fingers into her hair and held her face against my crotch as I came explosively. 

Soon Jennifer was cumming for the third time that afternoon, and the three of us sat panting from our exertions. Maggy had draped herself over Jennifer's back, and from the contented sighs escaping her I guessed she was enjoying the scent of Jennifer's hair and the feel of her petite breasts pressed into Jennifer's back.

"Jennifer, how did you find those spots that made me so hot so quickly?" I asked. "I didn't even know about those."

"Those same spots drive me wild sis," Maggy replied for her. "I guess we're more alike than we thought."

"Oh that was heavenly," I sighed. We all lay there for the longest time, blissfully taking in the glory of each others naked and half-naked bodies.

We finally stirred when Jennifer got up to relieve herself. Maggy sat herself on the couch next to me. She tenderly stroked my thigh for a moment before leaning in close to my ear to whisper, "I want to make love to you Sophie."

I fumbled for words for a minute before responding, "You mean with the strapon?"

"Yeah. You know you want it sis. Come on."

"I- uh- I don't think I'm comfortable with that Maggy."

"What's not to be comfortable with? You've seen how much Jennifer likes it."

"You're my sister Maggy. It's not right. We shouldn't even have done what we have so far."

"Oh come on. It's not like I'm going to get you pregnant with a three-eyed baby or anything. Nothing bad can happen."

"It's confusing. I love you as a sister. I can't have sex with you too. I don't know how to feel."

"Sisters are friends too, right? We're really close. We can be really good friends, friends with benefits."

"I don't think so Maggy."

"Fine!" she shot back, exasperated. "It's your loss."

That hurt. It was like she was saying she would get no pleasure from it. That she was just doing me a favor and had no attraction towards me. I was certainly attracted to her, but I had meant what I said. I couldn't do it. It would just be too hard to keep my feelings straight.

I heard Maggy go into the bathroom, and then the shower started. Jennifer had never come out, so I came to the conclusion that they were in there together. At least it kept Maggy away from me long enough for me to start thinking clearly again.

I had gotten dressed again and was working on some of my weekend homework by the time they reemerged from the bathroom. When I looked at Maggy, I felt a twinge of that protective instinct that you naturally develop when you're an older sibling. The outfit she was wearing was quite possibly the skimpiest thing I had ever seen anyone wear in real life.


Confusion and Pleasure Ch. 03



Time dragged on and I pined for her. My every thought was tainted with the image of her, with the imagined taste and smell and feel of her. Linda was driving me mad, and if she had any idea she hid it very well. I needed desperately to be with her, but she had shown no interest in other women, and I didn't know how to coax her into such an encounter. I did have a plan, if it could be called that.

My plan was basically to invite her to a private "study" session, get her good and drunk, and make a move on her. Very creative, I know. Along with the fact that it was a stale idea, it had another great flaw. It required me to make the move, to be the dominant one in the encounter. Through my experiences with Maggy and Jennifer I had become certain that this was not what I wanted.

For this reason, along with an inexplicable timidity that overcame me every time I was in Linda's presence, I could not force myself to attempt an execution of my plan. Many times I tried, but each and every time ended with my face blushing and my tongue wrestling with itself. 

To my great relief Linda made her own move, preempting me and ending the need for my completely useless plan. She proposed a girls night out of sorts, dinner and a movie. I didn't think she had intended it as a date in the slightest, though I had my hopes. I was a little apprehensive about the movie part. I don't really get along with movie theaters, for many reasons. But this was a chance at Linda. I would walk on glass for that, I think I could endure a movie theater for her.

I dressed casually for the night, but sexy. I wore the tightest pair of jeans I had, almost killing myself in the process of putting them on. The top half consisted of an itty bitty tee shirt that showed off my flat stomach. Linda was going to swing by and pick me up so we could save money on gas. I sat on my couch awaiting her. I had sweaty palms, and an anchor in my stomach. I looked at my watch. I was ready twenty minutes early.

I leapt up to open the door when I hear the knocking announcing her arrival. She was here early. I yanked the door and my jaw flew to the floor. Obviously my dressing casually had been a mistake. Linda was dressed in a black skirt that went just a little past halfway to her knees, and a lavender blouse. The skirt showed far too much of her shapely legs for the sake of my sanity, and the combination of her ample breasts, a tight blouse, and the fact that quite a few of the top buttons were undone created a stunning effect. I found that I had to repeatedly think to myself 'her mouth talks, not her tits.'

"I just realized that I looked at the wrong time for the movie," she explained, "we're going to have to hurry. It starts soon."

We quickly descended the stairs and made our way through the parking lot. It was a good thing she was going to drive, because I don't think I could have peeled my eyes away from her long enough to look at the road. I found her leading me to a newish sports car

"Buckle up," she reminded me as she started the car.

As we squealed and screeched out of my apartment parking lot I changed my stance on who should have been driving. Linda was a beast. She was by far the most aggressive driver I had ever ridden with. At stop signs she did nothing more than slow down to 15, she rode other cars so closely I couldn't even see their tires, and she swerved in and out of lanes like she was out of control on an icy road.

I found myself welcoming the sight of her sexy legs to distract me from everything flying by and all of the narrowly avoided collisions. When we finally slammed to a halt in the movie theater parking lot I gave thanks to whatever higher authority might have preserved me through that wild ride and then made my escape from the car.

"Wow!" was all I said.

"Sorry, that was a little rough."

"Just a little."

"But I got us her in time, didn't I?"

"On time, and alive somehow," I conceded, but my grin revealed to her that I wasn't truly upset.

We made our way through the ticket line, and considered the concessions stand.

"I don't think we have time, unless you don't mind missing the start of the movie," Linda said.

There aren't many things that bother me more than missing the beginning of a movie. On top of that, snacks only irritate me because they add background noise, which I usually have enough of in a theater anyway. So we decided to forgo the snacks.

We entered the screen room and quickly found some seats. The theater was surprisingly unoccupied, so we were able to find good seats that were neither too far away nor too close. There was a devil on my shoulder telling me to insist on seats in the back so Linda and I could engage in less than wholesome activities, but I ignored it.

In the pale flickering light, I was unable to fully study Linda's body as much as I would have liked, but perhaps that made it even more enticing. In the dim light the curves of her calves and the swell of her breasts looked even more inviting, even more seductive.

If my life depended on it, I could not tell you anything about that movie we watched. When I was not furtively taking in the visual delight that Linda was, I was staring at the screen but seeing her. I found my thoughts fixated on her perfect calves. I had never known myself to have a leg fetish before, but her calves fascinated me. I could imagine myself spending an eternity lavishing my kisses upon her legs, worshiping them with my tongue, massaging them.

When the credits began to roll, I was still lost in my own little dream land. In that dream I was Linda's servant, and oh the tasks she had for me! When she stood to leave, I was yanked back into cruel reality.

"That was kind of disappointing," she remarked.

"I've seen worse," I replied, a grin lighting my face as I referred to something else entirely.

Linda gave me an odd little look but said nothing more.

We went back to her car and exited the parking lot. She drove a bit more gently this time around, though the aggressiveness was still there. It was controlled enough now that I found it kind of arousing.

"Do you like Italian?" she queried.

'Not really, but I like you,' I thought of saying for a brief moment. I settled for, "Sure," instead. 

"That didn't sound very convincing."

"Don't worry about it. I'm just in a funny mood tonight."

"Do you even want to go out for dinner then? I can just drop you off at your apartment if you want."

I panicked. That was definitely not what I wanted. "No!". It escaped me with far too much conviction to be explainable by anything other than a deep consuming desire to spend time with her. "Let's go ahead. We're already out, no reason to waste the night."

If she noticed the strength of my outburst, she did not choose to acknowledge it. We went to a locally owned Itallian restaurant. We were seated. I have never been a drinker and I was unfamiliar with the whole wine thing, so Linda ordered a bottle for both of us in order to introduce me.

I ended up ordering some dish I could barely pronounce consisting of pasta and chicken. Linda ordered a similarly unpronounceable and similarly assembled dish. 

We conversed about personal life. I heard a lot about Linda's ex-husband, she learned about my little family feud that had recently been somewhat healed. I was careful to skirt around the issue of Maggy's Sapphic tendencies.

I had little tolerance for alcohol, and I didn't want the wine to trick me into talking about the more intimate encounters I'd had with Maggy. I wasn't even comfortable with them; I was sure they would freak Linda out. Perhaps it was just the wine, but I thought I could feel some definite sexual innuendo emanating from Linda, and I definitely didn't want to ruin that.

While the table hid her luscious legs from my view, it did nothing to conceal the also enticing upper part of her body. Her golden hair cascaded down over her shoulders to frame her exquisite cleavage. I discovered that keeping my eyes on her face was like trying to keep a compass pointing south. The slight buzz from the wine certainly wasn't helping me control myself.

"Sophie, are you OK? You're acting kind of funny."

"It's the wine." That wasn't true.

"You've barely even had any."

"I told you I couldn't hold it." That wasn't as true as I was acting it was either.

"I don't think you should have any more then."

"That sounds like a good idea," I muttered with as good a fake slur as I could muster. I was forming a wicked scheme.

All throughout the meal I couldn't taste my food, because my mind kept imagining the taste of her flesh. I wanted so badly to lave her whole body with my tongue, to take all of her in my mouth, and to pleasure her utterly.

When finally we finished, she drove me home. All the way I stared out the window, pretending to be out of it.

She walked me up the stairs to my apartment, the obvious reason being concern for me in my "drunken" state. Of course I hoped there was more to it than that. We reached my door, and the time came for my evil plot to go into action. I stopped and whirled unsteadily to face her.

"Linda," I began, then paused like I imagined a drunk would do.

"Yes . . ."

"Have you ever - been with a woman?" Being "drunk" gave me the excuse to be so forward. It was a safety net. I could probe the waters with little fear of consequences. If she responded positively I would have that information to act on in the future, and if she didn't I would have a plausible excuse for my behavior.

"Why do you ask?"

"You're a very attractive woman Linda."

"So are you Sophie. But you're drunk. You should go to bed."

"I'm not that drunk. You should kiss me." I was getting bolder than I had expected myself to. I began to wonder if maybe my drunkenness was not all an act.

She hesitated for a moment. "Goodnight Sophie." She began to walk away.

I grabbed her hand, forcing her to halt. "You can't leave until you kiss me Linda."

She darted in quicker than I had expected and planted her lips on mine. I had expected a quick peck. Instead I got a long, passionate kiss. Her tongue invaded my mouth and roamed freely. This was definitely a positive response.

When finally she broke the kiss, she still lingered near for a moment longer and we both savored each other's scent and searched each other's eyes. Then she turned to leave, saying goodnight again.

I held on to her hand still, and would not release her. "You've been drinking too, Linda. You shouldn't drive."

She was probably fine, and she was about to argue for a moment. But we both knew what she wanted, and she stopped herself. She closed for another kiss, pinning me against the door and exploring my mouth.

Her hands caressed the sides of my face and the back of my neck, as well as traveling up and down my back. Meanwhile, my hands fumbled for the doorknob. When I was at last able to open the door, we both fell into my apartment and nearly ended up sprawled on the floor.

With our faces still attached at the lips, we made our way to my bedroom. Linda threw me down on the bed and got above me. Her mouth was back at mine, and then she kissed along the side of my face, working her way to nibbling on my earlobe. Then she worked her way down the side of my neck to my collar bone. There she stopped.

"We shouldn't do this now Sophie. You're drunk."

"I'm not that bad," I insisted.

"Yes you are Sophie," something about her tone led me to believe I should not argue. "We're not doing this tonight."

She was taking charge, and it was in my best interest to obey. I did so, disappointed. She got off the bed and removed my shoes for me, then walked out of the room. I curled up on my side and lay there, waiting for sleep to take me. I jumped a little when I felt her descend back onto the bed. She lay on her side behind me and draped her arm over my waist, pulling me to her.

I drifted to sleep with a smile on my face.

When I woke in the morning, I was still in Linda's grasp and the smile was back on my face. She still slept, so I lay still for a while enjoying her embrace. I yearned for more than a sleepy embrace though, and eventually my patience wore out. I started tracing my fingers along the back of her hand and then her forearm in an attempt to gently rouse her.

That didn't seem to work. Another, more mischievous idea occurred to me. First I took the arm that she had draped across me and moved it so that her hand grasped my breast. Then I snuck one of my hands down into my pants and fingered myself for a second. Awkwardly I reached that same hand behind her and tried to rub my scent under her nose. It didn't seem to work too well, but it was a fun idea.

She finally woke. Still half in a daze, she seemed to have forgotten where she was despite my little reminder. She sat up with a start. Then she seemed to recall last night, and the flame of desire was back in her eyes.

Without pausing to make sure that I recalled last night, or to make sure that I was all right with it, she rolled me onto my back and glued her mouth to mine once more. Without having to worry about pretending to be drunk I was able to enjoy the experience much more now.

"I wasn't really drunk last night," I admitted when the kiss finally ended.

"I know. I wasn't convinced for a minute."

"Then why did you stop? You could have had me then." I was a little upset. We had already lost so much time.

"If you're going to pretend, you have to accept the consequences."

"I'm not pretending anymore," I said.

She said nothing, but kissed me again. Then her mouth was traveling down my neck while her hands worked their way under the hem of my shirt. I sat up for a moment so she could pull the shirt up over my head, and slipped out of my bra while I was at it. My heart beat accelerated rapidly as I exposed myself before this woman I had longed for for so long.

I lay back again and she started kissing the junction of my collarbones. Her tongue slipped out and she licked along the bone to my shoulder, which she nipped gently. She worked her way like this all around my upper body, intentionally avoiding my breasts just to tease me.

When finally my jeans came off and I was completely exposed and vulnerable before her, my whole body ached for release. But she subjected my legs to the same treatment, starting at the inside of one thigh and making her way all the way around my leg as she worked her way downward. When she reached that foot she switched to the other leg and worked her way back up.

By the time she finished my whole body was tingling. When her mouth reached its final destination, my pussy was eager for her. She kissed my pussy much as she had kissed the rest of my body. They were short, rapid, gentle kisses. Occasionally her tongue would flick out and lick from the bottom to the top, flicking over my clit. It was not long at all before I had a tremulous little orgasm. 

Linda did not stop her attentions, but she changed them a little. Licking become more prevalent, rather than kissing. She stimulated me with her tongue at a rapid pace now. I lost my perception of time for a while, laying in the sweet state of ecstasy she put me in. Eventually I had another orgasm, and time came back to me. I found my hands tangled in Linda's hair, though I had no memory of putting them there.

"It's your turn now," I purred.

I got off the bed, holding her hand, and I sank to my knees. She stood, and I knelt at her bare feet. I began by planting kisses first on one foot, and then on the other. I switched from one side to the other as I slowly made my way up towards her calves. As I reached them, I made sure to move around the sides of her legs as much as I could without getting up. I couldn't bear for my lips to be parted from her flesh for that long. 

I worshiped her legs with my lips and with my tongue, just as I had desired to do last night. I tantalized my way up her legs until I got to the bottom of her skirt, which I began to push upward. She unzipped it instead, and I dragged it down off of her to reveal her silky panties. I began my worship again, paying special attention to the insides of her thighs.

When I reached her panties, I licked her through the fabric, treasuring the low throaty sound that escaped from her mouth. I hooked my fingers in her panties and drew them down off of her hips. Her pubic hair was groomed into a neat little rounded triangle pointing down to that most precious orifice. I didn't think I had ever beheld so perfect a sight.

I put my tongue to work pleasing her. I realized soon that she had a much muskier taste and scent than Jennifer and Maggy, the only other women I had tasted. While my tongue performed, Linda removed the clothing that hid her upper body from me. When she was finally naked, her tempting tits hung down towards me, trying to seduce me away from her pussy, but I refused the bait and stayed right where I was.

Linda's hand began to roam over her body. Low moans came from her throat, and her body began gyrating. When she finally came I captured the rush of her tangy fluid on my tongue and in my mouth.

Linda looked down at me and returned the smile that had taken over my face. I was so pleased with myself. I had become Linda's servant. I was her sex slave, at least in my mind. I would perform her wishes, please her in any way, and that was better than any orgasm.

She ran her fingers over my cheek as our eyes rested in each others'. 

"That was wonderful, Sophie," she cooed.

I stood, and her mouth overwhelmed mine. We just kissed for a very long time. When our lips parted again I rested my head upon her shoulder and she held me.

"I've wanted this - you - for so long, Sophie," she whispered in my ear.

"You have? So have I. I haven't been able to think of anything else since I met you," my reply rushed out.

She gave a small chuckle. "Last night you finally gave me a chance, and I almost didn't take it because I was so nervous."

"I didn't notice, but maybe that's because I was too nervous myself."

"Or maybe it's because you were trying to act drunk, you little imp."

My relationship with Linda progressed very quickly. I don't know if I would say we were in love, but there was definitely something there besides sexual attraction. We spent nearly every night together making love.

I convinced her to somewhat reluctantly slip into a role which allowed me to serve her. She was a little disappointed. While she was in a dominant position, it was still a docile one. Still, she enjoyed our lovemaking, and our relationship flourished despite that one nagging issue.

After only about three weeks, we decided to take a big step. I moved in with her.

I knelt in her - our living room unpacking books. A bit of nostalgia overcame me and I started reading bits and pieces of each, remembering when I had last read them and where I had been in my life then. So enraptured was I that I did not hear Linda pad into the living room. She cleared her throat and I turned.

My jaw nearly hit the floor. Dangling from her hand was Maggy's strapon. At least, I still thought of it as Maggy's. That was the biggest reason I had not revealed it to Linda, though I had dearly wanted to. I had forgotten about it and Linda must have come across it in a box.

"When did you get this?" She had a devilish gleam in her eyes.

I hesitated for a second. I didn't want to lie to her, but I didn't want to let her know anything about Maggy. "A while ago."

"Why didn't you tell me about it?"

I could see the hunger in her eyes. I couldn't tell her I didn't think she would like it, as that obviously wasn't true. "I guess I felt kind of weird about it." That was close to the truth. Every time I thought about it I thought about Maggy, and that definitely made me feel a little weird.

"I want to try it," she said as she turned to walk back into her- our bedroom.




Confusion and Pleasure Ch. 03



Did she mean now, or later? I stood for a moment, puzzled, and then followed her to find out. My question was immediately answered, as I found her stripped from the waist down already and figuring out how to fasten the harness around herself. Once she had it on, she looked at me and flashed a grin that said she had indecent intentions.

She stroked her fake cock for a moment, just as a man might stroke his real one. Had I not already associated the strapon with Maggy I would have been begging for her to fuck me. But as it was I was dreading it a little. She was going to drag up confusing memories that I was trying hard to forget.

She slipped her sweater over her head. She was completely naked now except for the strapon, and she was beckoning me closer. I couldn't resist. I went over to her and slipped into the routine we had formed over last few weeks. I stooped a little to take one of her nipples in my mouth and my fingers slipped down to get her pussy warmed up. She pushed me back away and my mouth emptied with an audible pop. 

"Stop doing that all the time," she said. "It's your turn to get fucked."

Linda yanked my tee shirt off. Then she dragged her fingernails across the flesh just above the top of my bra, making both of my tits tingle with anticipation. Then the bra was off, and she was on her knees unfastening my jeans. Somehow she managed to remove everything I wore below the waste in one sweeping motion. I was left stepping out of the clothing puddled at my feet.

As she stood back up her tongue glided along my body, starting at my pussy, snaking its way between my breasts, and going to the pit of my neck. She kissed and licked there and along my collar bones, as she had discovered she loved to do.

"Come here, Sophie," she said as she grabbed my hand and turned towards the bed. She sat cross-legged at the head of the bed, slightly slouched and leaning against the headrest. Meanwhile she held both of my hands now, and pulled me above her.

Linda leaned forward and put her mouth just above my belly button, where she gently kissed my tummy for a time. Then she leaned back again.

"I think you know what I want Sophie."

I did, though I was a little apprehensive about doing it. I could just imagine myself seeing Maggy there while I rode Linda. What a wicked mess I had gotten myself into.

I wanted to make Linda happy, though, and my pussy was absolutely drenched with anticipation. It didn't worry about who I was thinking about, or whether or not they were my sister. I grasped the dildo in one hand and aimed it while I lowered myself down.

As I sank down onto it thoughts of Maggy were completely banished from my mind. I was face to face with Linda, and somehow I was able to make her my sole focus. When the full length of it was inside me and my flesh met her a shock of sensation shot up into my brain. I could not help but let loose a small moan.

Linda smiled as I sat there adjusting to the new sensation. She nibbled on my neck while I pondered the feeling. I had never been fucked with a strapon before, but if the experience thus far was representative of the whole it would be terrific. 

I wrapped my arms around her neck, gazed deep into her eyes, and began to fuck myself up and down on her cock. She cupped her hands under my butt and helped me along. Our foreheads were pressed together and we shared each others breath.

I was immediately disappointed that I had not shared this with Linda before. I thought not a moment of Maggy. Linda was all that was on my mind.

So focused was I on her, and on her reactions, that I almost missed the signs of my own impending orgasm. When I started cumming it took me by storm. I froze with a gasp of surprise, my lower body trembling. Linda took advantage of this, pushing me over onto my back and mounting me from above in one fluid motion.

She softly humped me, her heavy tits rubbing against mine. Her thrusting was steady and persistent, but not frantic. She softly fucked me through my first orgasm, and kept going until I hit a second. By the time it was over, I felt positively battered.

"So, where did you get this thing from anyway," she asked between panting breaths.

I was still in a half dazed state, and as such I had lost my caution regarding the subject. "Maggy gave it to me," I let slip, immediately before kicking myself and realizing the possible implications of letting Linda know this.

"Really . . ."