0 comments/ 64799 views/ 7 favorites Another Nightmare By: princessrk Jane awoke with a start in the middle of the night. Her heart was pounding and she was soaked with the cold sweat of fear. She'd had the nightmare again; the one that plagued her nightly sleeps with visions of isolation and loneliness. As her breathing began to relax and the previous chill of her sweat was replaced with an awareness of the humid summer night, she heard someone stirring across the room. "Jane, are you alright?" It was Emma, her roommate. "Yes, thank you, just a bad dream, I'll be fine now." "Was it the same one again? Would you like to talk about it?" "Yes, it's the same, but no, I don't need to talk." As the words came out, Jane realised that she did, desperately need to talk about it. Her voice caught on the last word and before she could stop herself she found herself shook with silent sobs. "Oh, Jane, why do you worry so?" said Emma, as she leaped out of bed and crossed the room to put her arms around Jane. "You're not going to end up alone. There's no reason to be so scared of life." The comfort of Emma's arms around her acted as a catalyst for Jane, all of the desperation, fear, and disappointment that had been accumulating were released in a torrent of tears. Emma simply held her tightly while she wept. After a time, when she had let it all out she stopped sobbing, but Emma still held her tightly. Jane enjoyed the feeling of being in someone's arms after so long, even if they were the arms of a friend rather than a lover. As she pulled back to look at Emma and thank her, her hand brushed against one of Emma's small, firm breasts. Jane was suddenly struck by a new sensation, arousal and attraction to a dear friend; she wanted to touch the breast again, to cradle its soft and perfect form in her hand, to lean down and take her friend's nipple between her lips. What was causing this, she had certainly never been attracted to a woman before, why now? "What's wrong?" Emma whispered, sensing Jane's hesitation. Jane quickly shook the thoughts out of her head and quickly pulled back to smile at her friend. "Nothing at all. I'm just a little emotional just now, that's all." "Are you sure that's all?" asked Emma in a tone Jane had heard previously, but not from Emma. She realised that though she had pulled back, Emma was still holding her. In the darkness she could see Emma was studying her closely, as if contemplating some newly discovered and timid creature. She let go of Jane and reached down taking Jane's right hand in both of hers. "I think there's something else, but you're not ready to tell me what it is? Should I guess?" Jane could only nod in response as Emma gently guided her hand onto one of her breasts. Through the material of the tank-top Jane could feel that Emma's nipple was already hard and erect, she wondered whether the other breast was at attention now too. As she handled Emma's breast, the first time she'd really felt breasts that weren't her own, she could feel herself getting wet. Emma had let go of Jane's hand and was beginning her own investigation of Jane's body, running her hand along her thigh and back up along her spine before reaching her neck and coming back down gently along her jaw line. Instinctively Jane turned her face into Emma's hand and kissed her palm, feeling a tremble that ran through both of them as she did. "I've never been with a woman before," she whispered into Emma's open hand. "Neither have I, but this feels right to me, do you want to stop?" Now both of Jane's hands were under Emma's shirt, caressing her breasts and kneading the small, hard nipples. Did she want to stop? No, she wanted to continue, to explore another woman's body as she had her own, to see whether she could please a woman as she had pleased men. "No, I want you." Saying that she pulled off Emma's shirt and lowered her head to take explore each perfect breast with her mouth, taking the nipples gently between her teeth, sucking them, then blowing on to them so that they would become even harder. Emma moaned with pleasure. With her mouth still exploring those firm, perfectly shaped breasts and thinking about how good it would feel when her own breasts would be licked and nibbled and sucked, Jane moved her hands down Emma's ribcage to her waist. Jane always loved taking the time to tease her lovers as she explored the area around their penises without actually touching the sensitive area; Emma was no exception to the rule as Jane mentally decided not to go near Emma's lips and clit. She ran her hands around the waistband of Emma's shorts and then down and along the outsides of her thighs. Emma's groans were increasing in intensity now and her breathing was becoming shallower and more rapid as she anticipated Jane's ultimate destination. Jane was becoming distracted as she ran her hands up Emma's thighs and under her shorts to grab her ass. She had often held her own in search of faults or cellulite and she thrilled to be holding Emma's out of desire and longing. The flesh was so smooth, she could sense how wet Emma was already and she paused to wonder what she would taste like. Jane pulled her head back from Emma's breasts so that she could watch as she removed the shorts which were the only barrier between her mouth and Emma's throbbing clitoris. As soon as she pulled back, Emma leaped on her, eager to take her turn at exploration. With an enthusiasm bordering on savageness she pulled off Jane's shirt and threw her back on the bed, surprising her with her strength and insistence. Jane was already excited and aroused from playing with Emma's breasts, but now she was trembling in anticipation, seeing this unimagined side to her old friend. Emma slowed as she gently removed the boxers Jane was wearing, wanting to reveal her friend's nakedness gradually, savouring the sight of a naked woman as she never had a naked man. Once Jane was fully exposed Emma gently ran her hands from her shoulders down to her ankles, cupping each breast and gently coming her fingers through Jane's pubic hair. For Jane time seemed to slow down as Emma contemplated her body as though making a brilliant discovery. Suddenly, Emma's hunger returned with a vengeance and she threw her leg across Jane, straddling her at the hips. She lowered her head and began to suck on Jane's breasts as if trying to assuage an enormous thirst. She sucked and nibbled, causing Jane to cry out. Emma's mouth on her breasts was insistent, and her body responded immediately. Her nipples became as hard and erect as possible in seconds and she could feel her clitoris crying out to be touched. Emma suddenly stopped what she was doing and Jane opened her eyes. "Are you ready?" Emma asked. "Yes, please, don't stop," whispered Jane, barely able to get the words out through her intense desire and physical need. Emma unhooked one leg from around Jane and moved down the bed. She spread Jane's legs and slowly pushed her knees up and apart. "It's beautiful, I've always wondered what it looks like but it's beautiful," said Emma, as she ran her hands down over Jane's mound and spread her lips. Jane thought she would go mad waiting, and had to clench her hands in fists to keep from reaching down to pleasure herself. Jane watched as Emma lowered her head between her legs, she began to blow quite gently on Jane as she held her lips apart with one hand. Jane began to moan uncontrollably as Emma reached out and began to run one finger over Jane's clit. With a shudder and a scream Jane felt the first orgasm rush through her body. Emma looked up and smiled; "That's one, try and keep count for me, will you?" With that Emma lowered her head so that all that was visible to Jane was her dark pony tail. As soon as she felt Emma's tongue exploring her, tasting her, Jane could no longer watch as her head fell back on the pillow and she began to scream again. As Emma ran her tongue up and down, Jane reached climax after climax, she lost count at four when they began to come almost simultaneously, but they continued for a long time after that. Emma used her teeth, her lips and her tongue, sucking, and nibbling. She stuck her tongue right into Jane's vagina, something no one had done before. When her mouth got tired she used her hands, penetrating Jane with her fingers, finding her G-Spot and manipulating it until Jane reached her ultimate climax. Emma would have kept going, but Jane knew that if that happened she would be too exhausted to enjoy pleasuring Emma. As Jane sat up, Emma looked up at her. "It's your turn now." Jane said as she swung her legs off the bed and stood up, beckoning for Emma to follow. Jane led Emma to the wall, guiding her friend to stand with her back against it as she got down on her knees in front of Emma's bush. Emma's legs were trembling as Jane cradled her hips in her hands and gently kissed her just below her belly button. Jane flicked her tongue in and out as she moved her mouth down towards Emma's hairline. She wondered how she would proceed from here, what would Emma taste like, would she taste good. On previous occasions Jane had licked her fingers after masturbating but she had never been sure how she tasted. When she began to kiss Emma's hair Jane brought one of her hands down to begin teasing Emma's clit. She was surprised at how wet her friend was, so wet that the juice had reached her thighs. Emma stopped trembling and tensed as Jane's fingers spread her lips to investigate her cunt; Jane felt Emma's buttocks tighten under her fingers as the contact became more intimate. Jane kept her mouth moving towards the front of Emma's lips, all the time wondering whether Emma was enjoying this, was she doing it right? This was much more intimidating than the first time she'd gone down on a man. As soon as her tongue made contact with the soft warm flesh of Emma's outer labia, Jane had her answer. Emma gasped and then began to moan, she leaned back into the wall as her legs weakened. Once Jane had started she stopped worrying and began to enjoy herself. Emma tasted sweet and was so wet that it seemed she was drinking her friend's essence. As Emma screamed with her first climax, Jane became more adventurous. Keeping one hand on Emma's right hip to help her keep standing Jane brought her other hand around Emma's left buttock and began to peruse with her fingers. As she sucked on Emma's clit, feeling it vibrating under her tongue, Jane thrilled to hear Emma groan and cry out in pleasure. Jane carefully ran her fingers down to the bottom of Emma's ass until she found what she was after. Emma's legs were collapsing and she was virtually in a sitting position when Jane delivered her final performance. Bending her head back to get the best angle Jane thrust her tongue into Emma's vagina as she simultaneously inserted her fingers into her anus. Emma's orgasms reached a fever pitch as she came over and over from the joint stimulation. Jane pulled her head back so that she could use replace her tongue with her fingers. As her fingers plunged in and out of Emma's two holes, Jane reveled in the knowledge that she could pleasure a woman in this manner. Emma let out a final breathless cry as her legs gave out from under her. Jane was prepared and got her hands out in time to catch Emma before she hit the ground. The two fell to the floor in each others arms, to spent to speak, or cuddle, just needing to recover from the explosive experience. Another Nightmare Ch. 2 Jane woke slowly in the morning. Before opening her eyes she tensed and stretched out the muscles in her legs, feeling the stiffness in her knees and the tension in her glutes. She loved this familiar feeling of post_sex muscle strain; love how it reminded her of her experiences the night before. She and Emma had moved onto her bed in the night and, as she stretched, she could feel the weight of Emma's arm across her breasts, her hand gently cupping the lower breast as they lay on their sides. Jane gently moulded her body against Emma's, enjoying another new sensation in this togetherness. Emma's arm didn't provide the same sense of strength of strength and protection as a man's, but at the same time, the smooth skin of Emma's breasts and stomach was much softer on her naked back than a man's hairy chest. She could feel Emma beginning to stir behind her. She reached her arm up to raise Emma's hand to her lips; as she kissed the fingertips individually, she felt Emma's nose and lips against the back of her neck. She thrilled to feel the warmth of Emma's breath as she whispered good morning. Jane rolled over to face her. "Good morning," she replied, smiling as she ran her hand over the swell of Emma's hips under the duvet. Seeing Jane's smile, the look of trepidation vanished from Emma's face. She began to gently stroke Jane's naked back; "No regrets about last night then?" "None," laughed Jane, she leaned forward and kissed Emma gently on the forehead. "But now it's getting late, so I am off to have a shower." With that, she hopped out of bed and padded down the hall to the bathroom. After she turned on the water she watched her naked reflection in the mirror. Observing her hands as they moved over her body she thought about Emma's hands and lips touching and caressing her in the same places. By the time her reflection was lost in steam, she was a world away. Standing under the hot stream of water, she lathered herself gently, caressing her body and delicately touching herself. She was so involved in the rhythm of her body that she did not hear the bathroom door open and shut. She gasped in surprise when the shower curtain was pulled back, but she was delighted to see Emma standing there. "Sorry, I scared you," Emma seemed suddenly hesitant as if thrown by Jane's reaction. "Don't worry about it," Jane hurriedly tried to preserve the moment, "would you care to join me?" Without speaking, Emma stepped into the shower and under the hot stream of water. She threw her head back to let the water wash over her hair and face. Jane stood back and admired the sight of the water running over Emma's shoulders, down her breasts and back. She was aroused again; she suddenly felt overcome by the desire to reach out for Emma, to hold her again, to hear her scream and feel her hands as she had the night before. Just when Jane reached the point that she could no longer bear it and was about to reach out, Emma looked her in the eyes and stepped towards her. Jane was still covered in suds as Emma put her hands over Jane's breasts. "Can I help you wash your back?" she asked with a mischievous smile. Without waiting for a response, Emma ran her hands down to Jane's hips and turned her around so she was facing the back wall. Jane felt the coolness of fresh shower gel being squeezed onto her back. She felt the warm tingle as Emma began to lather. "You're getting all slippy," said Emma with a giggle. She lathered the back of Jane's body from neck to ankles, occasionally reaching a hand around to fondle a breast or pinch a nipple. A couple of times, she even stuck her finger in Jane's bellybutton. Whenever Jane laughingly tried to turn around, Emma would pivot her back to face the wall and speak firmly. "I'm not done with you yet young lady." With that comment Emma slid one hand down Jane's ass and without warning simultaneously thrust her index and middle fingers into Jane's anus and vagina. Jane gasped at the suddenness of the action. As Emma gently moved her fingers back and forth she slid her other hand around to Jane's stomach and down to her clitoris. One moment Jane had been giggling as Emma tickled her, now her knees were going weak with the approaching orgasm. When Emma began to nibble on her neck and collar bone Jane lost all ability to concentrate. She braced herself against the wall with her hands and leaned her head back against Emma's shoulder. The sensation of being stimulated in three places at once was fabulous, she wondered how Emma was able to provide each part of her with the right pressure and speed at once. As her clit began to vibrate she contracted her pelvic muscles to better feel Emma's finger inside her. Knowing how Jane was feeling and that she was ready, Emma slipped her finger out of Jane's ass so that she could thrust three fingers into her vagina. Rather than thrusting in and out, Jane could feel Emma's fingers pulsing against the soft flesh inside of her. It felt as if they were drumming out a rhythm inside of her. Without warning Jane came explosively, she felt the juice squirt out of her as she cried out. Emma slipped her fingers out of Jane's body and gently moved her friend under the stream of water. As Jane regained herself and looked up she saw Emma, demurely sucking her fingers. "You still taste as good this morning, you know. I'll let you finish up in here." With that Emma stepped out of the shower and was out of the bathroom again before Jane could respond. Her knees were still weak from that finger fuck and she wondered whether she would be able to stand much longer, given the tingling sensation that ran down her legs to her toes. After climaxing so quickly she cooled off again just as quickly and rinsed herself off. Getting out of the shower, she grabbed a towel and began to dry herself off. As she was drying her hair she became keenly aware of her body's desire for more. Enjoying the feeling of her own body she dropped the towel and slid her hands down to the task which Emma had interrupted earlier. Parting her lips with her left hand she slid the first two fingers of her right hand along the stretch between her clit and vagina. She loved the warm, moist feeling of her own desire. She leaned back against the wall and lost herself in the rhythm of her breathing, moving her fingers forward and back as she inhaled and exhaled. She reduced the length of her strokes as she became more aroused, until she was concentrating solely on her clitoris, feeling it vibrate under her fingers. Soon it was only one finger rubbing small circular strokes, faster and faster until her finger was cramping and her forearm was taught with the exertion, but she knew to keep going and enjoy the sensations; it would all be worth it when she came. Her breathing became shallower, to the point where she was holding her breath, concentrating on the feeling that was creeping down her legs. Just when she was on the verge of collapse, she came. Her breath released in a long shudder and she could feel her toes tingling. She sank to the floor, smiling as her breathing returned to normal and the spots disappeared from her vision. For a few minutes she casually ran her fingers through her bush and bathed them in her cum, debating whether or not to keep going. She decided against giving herself a few more, and, having wrapped herself in the towel, she headed down the hall to her room. She and Emma each had their own rooms, but often, if they were up late talking, Jane would sleep on the spare bed in Emma's room, as had happened the previous night. Reaching her own room and seeing the still_made bed jolted Jane back to reality and the potential enormity of what had happened. Would Emma expect this from now on? Were they meant to be a couple now? Oh God, what would she say to her boyfriend? Thinking of Peter, a sly smile crossed Jane's face, she was going to enjoy making love to him that morning, knowing what she would be concealing from him. As she got dressed, she consciously didn't put on underwear, looking forward to her morning meeting. Another Nightmare Ch. 3 After she got dressed, Jane headed for the kitchen where she could hear Emma moving around. Coming through the door, she saw that Emma was already dressed and just clearing away her breakfast dishes. "Good morning," called Jane as she entered. "Hello again," said Emma, as she turned from the sink. "Are you all clean now?" "Yes, clean and ready to face the day," she glanced at the clock. "Is that the time? I have to meet Peter in half an hour, I'd better get going." "Jane," said Emma, her voice apprehensive, "do you have time to talk before you bolt?" "Of course, I do, and we need to talk don't we?" "I don't want this to interfere with our friendship, I just want you to know that. I see this as kind of a new level of friendship, don't you? I really enjoyed last night, and I look forward to doing it again, but it's not about love is it? It's about a new kind of sex. I don't want to be your girlfriend at all." "I'm so happy you feel that way," said Jane, crossing the kitchen to hug her friend. "I love you dearly and now I know I'm attracted to you physically, but yes, we both need men don't we? I mean you were fabulous, and I definitely didn't have to fake it, so we can do it again, we just won't worry about a 'relationship'. The one we have right now is perfect." The girls hugged and laughed. Jane grabbed some fruit and rushed out of the house. She was in a hurry to meet Peter, the more she thought about sex with him the faster she moved. It was one of those times when she knew before hand how good it was going to be, without question. When she reached the coffee shop, he was not yet there, she debated buying something to drink, but decided against it. She went back outside to wait; she wanted to have him as soon as possible. She was getting wet just thinking about him. Jane's heart leapt when she saw Peter approaching. With his tall, athletic figure and thick, dark hair, he was unmistakable even from a distance. She had intended to play it cool and wait for him to reach her, but she could not hold back. She ran down the street to meet him halfway along the block. He stopped when he saw her coming and waited for her. "Good morning," he said, smiling down at her as he hugged her. "Hey handsome," she replied. She pulled his face down and kissed him. He was surprised by the public show of affection, but responded to her as she slipped her tongue between his lips and into his mouth. After a brief time, she pulled back to look him in the eyes. She could tell from the look in his eyes that she had his attention. "I'm neglected to put something on this morning," she said. Peter immediately knew what she was referring to and what she wanted. "But what about our lunch plans?" She knew he was as ready for it as she was; they were already heading towards his apartment, both of them walking at top speed. When they got into the elevator, he caught hold of her again. He pushed her back into the corner and she could feel the passion and desire in the fervent manner in which he bit at her neck and groped at her breasts. By the time they reached his floor he had one hand down the back of her trousers, the other was up her shirt pulling at her right nipple. His mouth was against hers; their tongues were intertwined in their hunger for each other. Her hands were up under his shirt, clawing at his back. When the door opened at his floor, they moved as one to the apartment door; he released his grip on her rear only long enough to find his keys and open the door. Once the door was open, Peter pushed her roughly through and against the wall. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, bending down and kissing her neck. "God, you're sexy!" he whispered, in between his fervent bites and kisses. Jane pushed him away and looked up into his hungry blue eyes, she was filled with an overwhelming need to have him. Glancing down, she could see that he was already hard, he was ready for her as well. She quickly shook off her jacket, kicked off her shoes, pulled her t_shirt over her head, and slipped off her jeans. Standing naked in front of him, her hunger for him grew. She looked at the hands that were already reaching out to touch her; this would be good. She put a hand behind his neck and pulled him back down to her, his hands went to her waist, but didn't stay there. Feeling his hands moving from her hips, to her breasts, to her thighs, her passion increased. His hand grazed along the inside curve of her upper thigh, as he ran it along her pelvic bone up to her hip, she could feel that his fingers were wet. Unable to wait any longer she reached down and undid his belt, lacking dexterity in her desire, she fiddled with his khakis before getting them undone. Sliding his trousers and boxers off his hips, she was greeted by his large, erect cock. She traced its length with her index finger, the skin was so smooth when he was up, she loved that feeling. Unable to contain herself any longer, Jane pushed Peter through the hallway and down onto the floor of the living room. She didn't need anymore foreplay, they were both ready to go. Peter was still wearing his shirt and she had only pushed his pants down around his ankles, but he didn't need to be naked, she had access to what she needed. She watched the desire and excitement in his eyes as she straddled him and lowered herself onto his stomach. "I want you right now, I can't wait, I need to feel you fill me!" she told him as she stared into his eyes. Jane raised herself on to her knees and glanced down at Peter's swelling penis. She lowered herself down gently so that her clit made contact with the head of his shaft. She slowly slid back and forth a couple of times to make sure he was well lubricated. His eyes closed and he let his head fall back as he groaned with pleasure. His hands reached up blindly and found her breasts, he twisted and pulled at her already firm nipples until they were as hard as rocks. "I want you to surround me," he whispered, "I want to go deep inside of you." With Jane carefully lowered herself onto him, feeling his dick fill her, its girth pushing against the walls of her vagina as it entered. She moaned in pleasure and looked down at him. He opened his eyes, and as she began to pump against him slowly, he slid his left hand down her ribs and stomach to her mound. He easily located her now swollen clit with his thumb and began to stroke it in time with her thrusts. Jane increased the speed of her pumping, feeling herself about to orgasm from his manual stimulation. Her head fell back and she cried out as she came for the first time. Peter smiled up at her, it always amazed him how she could come over and over again, rarely having fewer than five orgasms during one fuck. Jane concentrated on milking Peter's penis inside of her. She contracted her muscles around him, holding him as tightly as she could as she pushed herself down until he was deep inside of her or pulled up until all she held inside was the head and foreskin. She continued to come at short intervals as Peter stroked and rubbed at her clit. It was fabulous and so different from her sessions with Emma the previous night and that morning. Emma's fingers couldn't fill her the way Peter did. She looked down and saw he was about to come, she could tell from the way his head rolled back as he moaned and bit his lips until they were red. She upped her speed again so she was thrusting as fast as she could. Peter's hands were at his sides now as he pushed himself towards orgasm; Jane didn't need manual stimulation now though. She knew this time they would come together. She could feel him get bigger just before he came, and as he exploded inside of her, they cried out in unison as the rush went through both their bodies. She looked down at him and watched as his eyes opened and he smiled up at her. He put his arms around her and pulled her down to lie on top of him. She still held him inside of her and would do so as long as possible. "That was better than any lunch I've had in a long time," he whispered in her ear. "Well, I just wasn't really hungry, so I tried to come up with a good alternative," she laughed. For a while they continued to lie there together. Peter loved her naked body and continually kept his hands moving along her back and over the curve of her firm, round bottom. She thought about Emma, they could give each other great manual and oral sex, but she still needed this as well. She needed the feeling of a man coming inside of her. It was fine for her though, because now she could have both, any time she wanted. Life doesn't get better than this, she thought to herself, as she lay on top of Peter, feeling him still inside of her. An idea was beginning to form in the back of Jane's mind. She knew she enjoyed sex with Peter, and she had a good time with Emma. If she and Emma continued to experiment, maybe the time would come when she could combine these two passions and try them together. She looked down at Peter gazing up at her; she was not sure whether she was ready to share him. She would think about it before she mentioned the idea to either of them. "What are you thinking about?" Peter asked. "Just stuff, what we're going to do this afternoon, you know." "What are we going to do?" "I'm getting kind of hungry now, so I was thinking lunch and then maybe we could go for a walk by the river. Then I can go and see if the book that I want is at Byron's. But first I think I should get dressed and you should put your pants back on." Peter agreed with that plan; after a few more minutes they got up and dressed, ready to move on to lunch. As they embraced before leaving the room, Jane took the time to anticipate the next time they would make love. She had never had a lover she wanted so often before, if she thought about it for too long she would be ready to go again. How had this man turned her into a sex machine? Whatever it was, she hoped it would continue.