9 comments/ 160658 views/ 53 favorites The Carson's Party By: Pelios Melinda Dorset had talked up the Carson's parties so much, that both Kim and I agreed to go when she finally invited us to one. That is, Kim, my dorm roommate agreed and I sighed and reluctantly nodded. I'm not as much a party girl. Melinda just gave me a secretive little smile and said, "Don't worry, Elise, you're going to have a lot more fun than you think you will!" I smiled back reassuringly because even if I'm not into parties, I am in to being polite. We were at the quad cafe at the time, and Kim and I discussed what we would wear tonight as we walked back to our dorm. Kim was doing most of the talking, so I reviewed the things Melinda had said about the Carson's parties. She had sworn they were very chic, very nicely done in a beautiful home. She said there were always interesting people there, from both the college and elsewhere. And furthermore, she had sworn that you had to be total feeb not to find a way to get laid, if that was what we were in the mood for, or not, as we preferred. "Earth to Elise!" I finally heard from Kim, "aren't you listening at all?" "Sorta," I admitted, "I was just wondering whether or not I wanted to have sex tonight." "You should," said Kim a little dryly, "You haven't even been on a date since breaking up with Earl, and that was what? Two months ago?" "Seven weeks," I was also a stickler for accuracy. "In any case," Kim went on relentlessly, "I was asking you about underwear, about whether you thought it was sexier to go with plain white cottons for innocence, or something fancy to appear willing to be naughty?" I shrugged, "A girl can communicate either with a glance. By the time you are down to underwear, you're pretty much committed anyway, so what difference does it make?" Kim rolled her eyes, "It's like talking to a fish! Why would I even talk to a fish?" She gave me a glare sideways as we walked into the dorm lobby, "It makes a difference in the impression you want to leave the guy with when he thinks back about it." I shrugged again as we went into the elevator, "What does a fish know from underwear? All I care about is worms and the other disgusting things I eat." And so it goes. But once we entered our room, I realized that I did have to make some sort of decision about what to wear. Melinda had said casual or not, just don't wear a costume, or wear a costume if you feel like it. Melinda was, I'm sure, trying to be encouraging, but she certainly hadn't been any help. My instinct would be generally be to low key it - jeans and a tee-shirt or sweater. Kim's general inclination would be to dress to the nines. This is one of the many reasons that I'm not much of a party girl - that and the fact that I usually find parties boring. True, it can be entertaining to walk into a bathroom and find a couple getting it on, but more often you find someone throwing up. But there was the sex thing. When Earl and I began the early stages of breakup, there wasn't any sex from that point on. I hadn't had sex for over three months, and the truth of the matter was that I was getting pretty horny. I knew Kim was horny, but Kim is always horny. "I got first dibs on the shower," said Kim, already peeling off her tee-shirt to reveal that she was wearing a black lace bra. Her breasts were smallish, and though we didn't often undress in front of each other, I had seen her bare-chested a couple of times before. Her breasts weren't tiny but they were just big enough, and very pretty actually. In fact they were perfect matching cones, with generous pale pink nipples. If I were into women's breasts I would like Kim's a lot. Her skin coloring matched her red hair but not too typically. Her skin was smooth and white, but she didn't have much in the way of freckles. Of course, she also avoided the sun like a vampire. I didn't care if she took a shower first, but for the thousandth time I was grateful that our dorm room had a private bathroom. Kim stripped on down to her matching black lace panties and disappeared into the bathroom. Her hair was one of her loveliest features - red, as I said, but lots of golden highlights. She wore it short, just to the top of the neck in almost a pageboy, and it was always silky, shiny and straight. Kim's eyes were dazzling, too, being a mixture of blue and green striations and very unusual. Kim had other remarkable features as well, I admitted to myself. She was just a beautiful girl. She kept her body very fit with gymnastics, and she was demon with volleyball, basketball, badminton and racquetball - anything one can do in a gym. But then I am too, in fact that's how we met, in the college gym, at first as competitors and then as time went by we became friends. So I have a pretty hard body as well, although my breasts are a little larger than hers. And while I will admit that I am pretty, I can't think of myself as beautiful like Kim. For one thing, I have dark brown hair and dark brown eyes - could anything be more ordinary? Okay, I will admit I get a lot of compliments on my hair. I wear it to just past my shoulder and it is naturally wavy. Still, such an ordinary color! Then with a sigh I realized I was only thinking about our appearances because I still hadn't made a decision about clothes. Before I could explore this any further, Kim was back in the room wearing only a towel. She discarded her black lace underwear into the hamper and put her hands on her hips and confronted me, "Well, you've had enough time to think about it! Plain or fancy underclothes?" I had to giggle, "I thought I did answer. I have no real opinion. Why not go without?" With a sigh of long-suffering, Kim went to her bureau and pulled out white cotton panties and a matching bra that lifted and drew together - her cleavage bra. She wriggled the panties on without removing the towel and turned her back to drop the towel and put on the bra. Over her shoulder, she addressed me, "This is the second Carson's party that Melinda has invited us to - does that seem a little strange to you? And who are the Carsons anyway?" I smiled, "Melinda told us that he was a professor of... Let's see, I think it was political science, and his wife is independently wealthy, or something like that." I had to frown a little, "But you're right she has certainly been anxious for us to go for some reason." "I think she's queer," announced Kim loftily, "she's always looking at my breasts and my legs. I think the dyke wants to eat my cunt. She looks at that too, especially when I'm on the pommel horse." I counted to 10 in my head while Kim rummaged through her closet, "In the first place it isn't nice to call people names, and when you are using terms like queer and dyke, sooner or later you will say them in front of someone who'll be really offended." "So?" said Kim carelessly, holding a dress in front of her while looking in the mirror. Then she shook her head and discarded it. "I hate queers anyway. Why should I care what they think?" "The one you offend might be your future boss, or the judge in your drinking and driving trial - to name just two possible scenarios out of thousands," I said, feeling truly exasperated with her, "Besides rudeness is just bad policy, Kim, and it upsets me when I hear you talk that way." Kim actually looked a little guilty and said, "Okay, I'm sorry, Elise and I'll try to do better. But I still think Melinda has the hots for me. She looks at me all the time." Trying to maintain my usual state of reasonableness I replied, "That brings me to my second point. You are probably one of the most attractive girls on this campus. Everybody looks at you, boys and girls. Hell, even I like looking at you, but that doesn't mean I want to have sex with you. You know Kim, even if I was gay, I wouldn't want to have sex with you because I wouldn't want to be that intimate with a bigoted redneck like you!" Okay, at that point I had lost it. I really loved Kim and usually enjoyed her company enormously, but damn it - she could be such a pig sometimes. Now she looked hurt and wasn't saying anything, just giving me a wounded look. "I'm sorry to be so harsh, Kim," I sighed, only half sorry, really, "but think about this: Suppose Melinda is a lesbian or just bi-sexual, and suppose she does have the hots for your body. Maybe she beats off every night thinking about how it would be to eat your cunt. Would you just tell me how that hurts you? Maybe she's a little in love with you - is that any excuse for you to be beastly toward her? I'd feel flattered and let it go at that." Several expressions flitted across Kim's face during my little tirade stopping with a look of genuine concern, "Really? You think Melinda is in love with me?" "Good grief!" I rolled my eyes, "I don't think anything of the sort, you baboon! I just asked how it would hurt you if she were?" Kim gave me a very serious look and stepped close to me, too close, really. She was making me nervous looking so serious and coming so close. Then so close that I could feel her breath on my face, she spoke softly, in an almost sinister tone of voice, "Maybe I deserved to be called bigot and redneck. But do you know how it makes me feel when you call me a baboon?" "Uh, no," I gulped. She suddenly grinned, "It makes me want a banana, stupid!" Then she started tickling me. She knows I'm extremely ticklish. We wrestled, and wound up on the floor with Kim on top and still tickling my ribs and both of us giggling fiercely. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" I gasped between giggles. Grinning with triumph, Kim stopped tickling me but shifted to pin my arms. "I'm not sure you're sorry enough," she said with another giggle, "Say it again. Beg for mercy!" I gave her my biggest grin, "If someone came in right now and saw you on top of me in your underwear, they'd think you were trying to have sex with me. Come to think of it, don't they say that people who hate gays are really just covering up the fact they're gay and afraid to face it? In fact, haven't you been rubbing your crotch against me while we were wrestling?" I expected her to leap off of me and turn red as a beet. Instead, she only turned a little pink. In fact she was still smiling, "Well, to counter a couple of your earlier remarks. Maybe it's you that Melinda is after. Come to think of it, she looks a lot at you, too! And I think you are the prettiest girl in school, Elise, and while I admit to having a good body, yours is even better! So if I were a closet homosexual, girl, you'd be the one I wanted, just like this, helpless underneath me. And what about my crotch? Do you like it when I rub it against you?" Now I got it, she was trying to turn the tables on me and make be feel uncomfortable and paranoid about lesbian sex. I really wasn't interested in having sex with women, but I wasn't afraid about it either. "Okay, Kim," I whispered as seductively as I could and trying desperately to keep a straight face, "I love it when you rub your crotch on me. And all you have to do is kiss me, and then I'll let you ravage me." For just a second I almost panicked because Kim lowered her face toward mine and just an inch from my lips she said, "I'd rather kiss Melinda. At least she's in love with me." Then laughing, she got off me and turned her back to look in her closet, but before she turned away, I noticed that her face was even redder. I felt just as embarrassed, for just a second there I think there was real sexual tension between us, and why was my gaze lingering on Kim's hard, round butt? But then, I could have imagined it - I really am horny and it really has been too long. Maybe I should go in the bathroom and masturbate before going to the party? Nah, I sighed to myself, then I'd probably be so horny at the party I might have a lapse in judgment. Masturbation leads to orgasms that are like potato chips - one is never enough. I went ahead and took a shower, a barely warm one, I might add, still feeling a little confused about that moment on the floor with Kim. When I came out, I found Kim had chosen a green satin, body hugger of a dress that was v-necked enough to display some cleavage. The hemline was short but not quite so short as to classify as a mini-skirt. She looked astonishingly hot! I had a similar dress - in cut but not in color or material. I too, selected a black lace 'bosom' bra to hold my breasts together and slipped on my dress, which happened to be a pitch-black mixture of linen and cotton. Kim called it my 'Vampira' look - which was pretty accurate. I did without the blood-red lipstick and black hose that would have actually had people addressing me as 'Vampira' and then put on some matching high heels. Kim looked me up and down and whistled, "Okay, if you'd looked like that when I had you on the floor, I WOULD have kissed you, and I WOULD have ravaged you." She gave me a naughty grin, "Come on, Elise, I have some black hose and a garter belt, and I know you have some red lipstick." I grinned, genuinely pleased with the compliments, "No way am I going in a costume. This is close enough!" I gave her the same lurid up and down look, "If Melinda isn't gay, she might well be after seeing you in that outfit! You should be sweet to her, and she really is cute, you know." Melinda was a petite blond who had made no secret of the fact that she was a real blond, above and below, in the gymnasium locker room. And I had wondered too, why she seemed to be almost showing off her blonde snatch. She had nice big tits, too. "Oh my god!" Kim rolled her eyes; "You have so got to get laid tonight to get you off this lesbian thing. I sure intend to find me a nice hard dick tonight!" Kim gave me a sideways glare through slitted eyes, "But I will be sweet to Melinda." She added grudgingly. "Good, then let's go make everyone's tongue hang out," I said, and we were off. The house was somewhat swankier than Melinda had implied, in fact, it might well qualify as a mansion. And the inside matched, nice furniture, mostly antiques, impressive paintings and other decorations - there were even a few statues. There were of course many rooms, with at least three of the rooms serving drinks and various hors d'oeuvres. Although I came from an upper middle class family, I don't think I've ever been in such a house in all my life. Many of the other people were students, people I recognized but didn't know, and a few I did know peripherally. Melinda Dorset was the only person I knew well enough to call a friend, and we ran into her getting a drink from one of the bartenders. She seemed really gleeful to see us. "Elise! Kim! I'm so glad you both came!" She actually hugged me, and then she hugged Kim. Kim gave me a glance, and I knew why. They weren't the type of hugs where women bend over from two feet away from each other to keep their breasts from accidentally touching; these were true breast-to-breast, bosom-crusher hugs. Then she stepped back, looked us both over and started with the compliments about how absolutely super we looked. She didn't look too bad herself, although she had dressed with deceiving casualness. I used to have a part time job on 5th Avenue in New York when my family lived there. She looked like she was wearing a really pretty red sweater with matching mini skirt, white lace hose and cute little zipper boots. What she was really wearing was a maraschino red Magaschoni cashmere button sweater, a maraschino red check tweed 'Isla' A-line mini skirt, and Gucci classic zippered boots. I had no clue about the stockings, but judging by the lovely and intricate lace pattern they were quite expensive, too. I was being a smart ass when I said she didn't look too bad. Dear little Melinda looked like a bomb and so cuddly I half wanted to hug her again. I was mystified by the quality of her clothes. Kim and I were dressed at the limits of our budgets, but neither of us was in Melinda's league tonight. I wondered who had dressed her and decided that was a catty thought. Unfortunately that didn't stop my mouth, "Melinda, that is such a fetching outfit. They're such beautiful clothes!" "You are really one sexy fox tonight, Melinda," echoed Kim, who I don't think realized what I was talking about. I think Kim thought we were being sweet to Melinda, so she even hugged Melinda back and gave her a kiss on the cheek and added, "Thanks so much for inviting us to this wonderful party!" Melinda beamed lovingly at Kim, and when Kim stepped past her to get to the bartender, she definitely checked out Kim's ass, or maybe it was her legs - it was all worth looking at, of course. But when she turned back to me, she was wearing a slightly hurt expression, "Yes Elise, these are expensive clothes, and since they were a gift from a lover, you can even say I earned them on my back, if you want to be cruel about it." I was shocked and was sure my mouth dropped open, "Melinda, I didn't mean..." She stepped closer to me and kept her voice even lower, "Yes you did, Elise. I know Kim doesn't really like me, but I honestly thought you were a kinder person." I was getting really distressed now, "Okay, Melinda, maybe I deserve that, and maybe I don't. Do you think I could get a drink and we could maybe sit down and talk about it?" Melinda seemed to relent a little and said, "Sure." I stepped past her, ordered a rum and coke, and gave Kim a wink, and then I turned around, hooked Melinda's arm in mine and walked her to another room with only a dozen people standing about, selected us a brocade love seat and sat us down. I looked at the black buttons that ran diagonally down over her left shoulder and said, "Yes you were right, I do recognize the clothes, and hell yes, I am jealous of them. I'd love to be dressed like that, but it is none of my business how you got them, and I'm truly sorry you think Kim or I don't like you. We really do, and I especially do. You're smart, pretty, and I think your jokes are funny." Melinda blushed and sighed, "I'm sorry if I over-reacted. It's just that you two are so gorgeous and sexy... I mean if you could only see what the two of you look like working out on the pommel horse... The two of you look like goddesses or something." Tears weren't actually falling but I could see them forming in her eyes, "All I've ever done is admire the two of you, and then the other day someone told me that Kim had told her that she thought I was a desperate little queer. I mean that cut me like a knife, Elise!" I sighed, "Kim doesn't always mean it when she says stuff like that, and in fact I had it out with her tonight about talking behind people's backs. I won't say she's a changed woman yet, but she did promise to do better, and I will say that kissing you like that was strictly her idea. Besides, I honestly think that Kim is one of those people who reacts negatively towards homosexuality because deep down she may fear she has tendencies in that direction. I don't know if she does or not, but if she worries about it... In any case, you are underestimating Kim. She's a better person than you think, she just has this oral/foot problem." Melinda's tears had dried back up without spilling, and she offered me a tentative smile, "You haven't asked if I was gay." "Because I don't care one way or another," I shrugged, "How do you know I'm not gay?" "I'm not gay." Said Melinda quietly, as if telling me a secret, "in fact, I even had a fiancée until about six months ago. I found out he was cheating on me, " Melinda looked me directly in the eyes. She had pretty blue eyes with long dark lashes, "But I am bisexual, and I am of course attracted to both Kim and you, maybe even more to you. So tell me, are you gay, or even a little bit bisexual." "I am definitely not gay, Melinda, in fact I am horny enough to hope I might score before the end of the evening and score with a boy. I'm in the mood for a hard dick, just like Kim is tonight!" Her face fell a little, but then she tried bravely to brighten up. I went on, "As for bisexual, I don't know because I haven't tried it, and I'm not sure if I'd even want to..." I thought about Kim wrestling with me a while ago. I think part of me really did hope Kim would kiss me at the time. But I really felt a little confused about it. I suddenly realized Melinda was still looking at me, and I had no idea what she was reading on my face, so I added weakly, "I just don't know, Melinda." The Carson's Party Ch. 02 I woke up in a tee-shirt and panties. I hadn't even remembered getting undressed last night. It wasn't that I had too much to drink. I think I was just exhausted from too much pleasure - too much sex. I just lay there for a moment thinking about all that had happened at the Carson's party. I'm a bisexual now. I had sex with women and had loved it. I expected to feel something more, perhaps shame, embarrassment or even a little horror. I had gone down on Melinda, and enjoyed it. I had even stuck my tongue up a woman's bottom, and instead of negative feelings the only thing I could feel at the moment was the slowly returning desire that last night had created in me. I thought about how Roxy had ravished my body and how wonderful that had felt. I thought about making her come with my fingers, and felt once again the pride and accomplishment in having been the cause of her pleasure. Even as I analyzed every scrap of memory of last night, I could still find no guilt or shame. Instead, I felt an urge to rethink everything while touching myself. That's when I remembered leaving the party without Kim. I looked quickly over at her bed and there she was, asleep, her face, framed as it was by her lovely red hair, was as beautiful in repose as it was when she was awake. I was tempted to wake her up to talk to me. I was dying of curiosity about what happened to her at the party. Other than at the very beginning of our arrival, I didn't see her at all in all the time I was there. But I knew she had gone upstairs with Roxy and her husband Steve. I was worried about how it had affected her. Instead, I got up as silently as I could and went to the bathroom. I peed, defecated and took my shower, surprised by how much I enjoyed the stimuli of these simple actions. I had apparently been changed by my sexual encounters last night into something of a sensualist. I hoped that lasted for a while because it made everything seem shiny, new and full of wonder. I came back into the room wearing a towel around my waist and found Kim was up. She muttered something about bathroom and shot past me without saying anything else and closed the door. She was usually cheerful in the mornings. Typically, if it had been a weekday, we would have gone to the gym to workout before breakfast. Since it was a weekend, we usually walked over to the quad and ate breakfast in the café there. 'Weekends are for getting fat and lazy,' as Kim was fond of saying, 'and weeks are to burn it back off before the next weekend.' I knocked on the door to the bathroom and called, "Hey, sweetie, you want me to wait for you to go with me for breakfast?" "No," she answered, "You go ahead. I might join you in a while." "Okay, but my hair is wet and I left my brush in the bathroom." The brush appeared through a crack in the door, then as soon as I grabbed the brush, the door shut again." I felt bad for her but went ahead and brushed my hair. I put on white cotton panties and a bra, and then donned jeans, a sweater and sneakers. I was about halfway through breakfast when Kim showed up. I noticed her neck length red hair with golden highlights first of course, and then she was sitting down dressed in a tee-shirt, jeans and sandals. I noticed she had painted her toenails red. Apparently for breakfast, she was having a croissant, some strawberry yogurt and coffee with cream. "Good morning, beautiful!" I greeted her. She looked up at me with her gorgeous eyes. They were like jewels with blue and green striations. Eyes that would melt the coldest heart! "Why are you calling me beautiful? I have egg on my face or something?" "I'm calling you beautiful because you are such a lovely sight in the morning, as you are at noon and dinner as well. What, did you have cynical dreams all night, or something?" "More like or something," she answered cryptically. "Got any plans today?" "Nothing specific," I said, "But there is a new DVD out that I was thinking of buying. We could stay in this evening and order pizza and watch it if you like - maybe a little wine? How's that sound? Or do you have a date tonight?" "That sounds fine for tonight, and no, I don't have a date," she paused a moment, not looking at me and said, "Elise, I think we need to talk. Maybe back in the dorm after breakfast?" "Okay, that sounds a little serious. Do I need to buy some beer or something? I don't think I can face serious this early in the weekend without some alcohol." I knew she wanted to talk about last night, and I was a little fearful of her reactions about it. I figured a little beer might mellow her some. "That might be a good idea. I just..." she closed her eyes, "I'll wait for the beer." She didn't say much of anything else, so I left her there after a short time and promised to meet her back at the dorm in half an hour. At the appointed time I showed up with the beer, took two out of the six-pack and stowed the rest in our mini-fridge. Kim was sitting on the floor cross-legged, which isn't as uncomfortable as it sounds since we have a powder blue deep pile carpet - one of the many contributions my father made and is making to my education. Kim was watching television and snapped it off when I handed her a beer. "Now," I began, "if we are going to have girl talk, shouldn't we strip to tee-shirts and panties to make it more slumber-party-like?" She shifted to face me more squarely, so I sat down across from her on the floor, "No. I'm sorry Elise, but this isn't at all funny, and when you've heard what I have to say, you're gonna be glad you kept your pants on." I took a sip of beer, made an 'ahh' sound as if I was relishing it, and come to think of it, I was. I was still in full sensualist mode. "In the first place, Kim, I love you to death, but your sense of humor sometimes skews off center, so it might be funny anyway, and in the second place, I have the feeling that I will still will want to take my pants off, because I would be a helluva lot more comfortable. I got these jeans a little tight, you know, to show off my ass, not to be comfortable in, and they're not!" I felt it was going to be important for me to control the emotional tenor of this meeting and I was determined not to give in to Kim's grimness. She sighed, "Elise, I am going to have to move out. I want to be around you, but I don't think you will want or need to be around me anymore." "Are you going to start with a lot of farting and puking or something?" I asked, pretending to be alarmed. "Elise, this is serious!" "No, it's not." I shook my head; my hair wasn't quite dry yet. "Yes it is!" quarreled Kim, frowning at me. "And I KNOW it is not." I stated, putting spaces between the words. I am a happy wall, and Kim just didn't seem to realize how unmovable I was yet. "You aren't even an irresistible force, well in most ways you aren't, and I AM an unmovable object." "Okay," said Kim with a play-along-with-the-loony roll of her eyes, "So how AM I an irresistible force?" "You are irresistibly cute, and irresistibly sexy, and you are irresistibly lovable, but that's it. You have NO talent for seriousness." I could see I was winning because she was trying not to smile. Then she got a bitter look, "Elise, I went queer last night and there's no going back." I laughed out loud! I couldn't stop for a minute until I finally gasped, "And I KNEW you were wrong about not being funny." I gave her my most adoring grin, "Can you honestly not see the humor in such an idiotic statement? And that does it with the jeans." I stood to pull down my jeans and Kim turned her head so as not to look, "Yes, I can see how that would sound funny if it weren't so horribly true. And please stop taking your pants off. Don't you get it? It might turn me on. In fact, it probably would!" I stepped out of the jeans and said, "Kim Marie Connors, you turn your head and look at me, or I will take off the panties too, and everything else." I raised my voice just a trifle, "I swear!" Reluctantly and as if she were forcing herself to look at a firing squad, she turned her head and looked up and down at my legs. I knew she could easily make out the dark delta of my pubic hair through the thin cotton panties. "I knew it!" she muttered then at a normal level she added, "Aren't you afraid I might make a pass at you or something? I mean I won't, but I just worry that you will find me gross to be around, knowing that I might have thoughts about your body." "No," I said with a bored tone of voice, "Actually I'm afraid you won't make a pass at me, but I do have my pants off for your convenience if you change your mind." I sat back down cross-legged in front of her. "Elise," she pleaded, "You're hurting me by not taking me seriously." "No I'm not." Sounding more stubborn than I felt, "What I'm doing is trying to keep you from hurting yourself and hurting me in the bargain." I allowed myself to sound serious just a little while longer, "You had sex with a woman. Fine. That doesn't mean you still don't like men. Wouldn't you have enjoyed fucking Steve if he played for the right team?" "Well yeah, he was quite a..." She gave me a startled frown, "Hey! How did you know about that?" "Because I went upstairs with them before you did, silly. My God! Isn't that Roxy just the most fabulous lover? I mean at first I was pretty weirded-out, you know, but then I was just putty in her hands. And I bet you are all rocked about how it was the greatest sex you ever had, right? Well it was for me too, but you don't see me running in circles and quacking like a duck. Roxy is an expert lover. That doesn't make you queer. It might mean you are bisexual, but according to Roxy, all of us are, if we meet the right lover." Kim looked stunned from my little speech; as well she should since I had deftly pulled the whole tragedy aspect of the experience out from under her. She stared at me a moment, almost daring to hope, then looked sad again, "I bet you didn't go down on her." "No," I sighed, "I didn't; but that's just because..." "Well I did," Kim interrupted with masochistic triumph, "She suggested I might enjoy it, so I put my face between her legs and licked her pussy until she came." Then playing her final card to prove beyond any shadow of doubt the full depths of her perversity, "And she was right. I did enjoy it - no, I think I even loved it! And you're going to trust me to not jump your bones some night? I'm really not liable to, Elise, in fact I don't want to do any more of that sex stuff with women. I feel terrible about having had the experience. I hate myself for being attracted to good innocent girls like you. You see? I'm in a miserable situation. Why would you want to be around a miserable person?" I assumed a mock frosty tone; "You dare to quack at me when I am in mid-sentence. You stupid, queer duck! As I was saying, I didn't go down on her because I was a little intimidated. I was afraid I wouldn't be good enough for her, and I didn't want to look or feel silly. So, I just fingered her off while kissing her breasts. I was confident enough to do that. She did seem to really enjoy fucking my calf though. It was kind of nice, really." "She fucked your what?" Kim was regarding me with a mixture of puzzlement while frowning at the same time. It made me giggle. I continued airily, "I wanted to go downstairs and find Melinda. Then went we went into a bathroom, and she told me this fantasy she had about going down on you, and it sounded so good to me that I acted out the part of you in her fantasy, and you know what? It was wonderful fun. I swear I got so turned on from watching myself in the mirror while I fucked her cute little face - well; you had to be there... Come to think of it, at the time, I was wishing you could see what I was doing to her. I looked SO HOT!" "You fucked Melinda in the face? And that was her fantasy about me?" "See," I said, "And I thought you were too stupid to follow a conversation and here you are, summing things up nicely for me as I go along." I was of course being as California girl as I could, trying to get Kim to finally see the absurdity of her 'trauma,' but it was hard work. "So, anyway it was after she did that to me that I picked her up and put her on the counter and I went down on her. At one point, I even tongued her ass. And you're right, that was as much fun to do as it was to, you know, have it done to you, both the pussy and the ass thing. So, I'm in love with eating pussy, too, and now you want to go away and leave me all alone and horny by myself. You are a beast duck!" "You really did all that last night?" Kim looked pretty distrustful as if I had made the whole thing up. "Look it doesn't matter what you did. I am not going to have sex with women anymore, either. But I just wanted you to know that I did, and that I loved it, and now I am ashamed of it. That's why I would rather you put your pants back on. It awakens desires in me that I have no intention of responding to, so I am left just feeling uncomfortable, and more miserable." I sighed, "Kim if you feel that way now, you probably felt that way before when you saw me in my panties. You were just repressing it, and everybody knows what a bad thing repression is." Kim looked between my crossed legs as if to confirm something, "Yep, I'm sorry, Elise, and I will stay if you really want me to, but it is definitely turning me on to see your panties, especially seeing the outline of your pubic hair through your panties. And I disagree about the repression thing. I never thought looking at your panties were interesting before because I didn't know that I could enjoy what you have under them. It's more like I lost my innocence." I was quiet for a moment because what she said made a lot of sense. Then I thought I would share some of what I was thinking. "Okay, I can see that, but what I don't understand is how it happened to me last night and I feel fine about it, and why you are so different and have to feel miserable about it. I mean, do you think I'm a pervert because I enjoyed sex with two women last night, and have every intention of having sex with women again?" She shook her head, "Well no, Elise, I can't think of you as a pervert. It sounds like you have a very healthy attitude about what happened. Maybe that means I have an unhealthy attitude about it, but I can't help the way I feel, can I?" "You know yesterday before I went all queer and can't come back, I was actually kind of hoping that you were going to kiss me when you had me pinned the floor like that." I told her, "and you know that was before I could have even imagined going all the way with a girl." Kim leaned forward a little as if telling a secret, "I nearly did kiss you, Elise. You were laying there so beautiful with your hair spread around you like a halo, and you dared me to kiss you, and for just a moment, I really wanted to go through with it?" Okay, now she had me feeling sad. I reached up and touched her cheek, "Why didn't you go through with it, Kim? That would have been just the sweetest kiss, and I can almost taste the kiss I missed." Kim's face turned a little pink, "I can almost taste it, too, Elise. But I didn't because..." and she shook her head then shrugged helplessly, "Too inhibited? Afraid of finding out I'm gay? I'm not sure. But you see? That's the thing that has upset me. I really don't think I will ever enjoy sex with men as much. I suddenly don't want to be with men like I did, I don't even feel interested in a penis anymore, really. Maybe you are bisexual, but I don't think I am. And yeah, Steve was cute before, but even if he was straight, I don't think I would be really interested anymore. I'm gay and I'm not going to have sex with women anymore. I'd rather be miserable." "Ok, but don't you think you are possibly over-reacting from a trauma entirely manufactured in your own head. Isn't that at least possible?" I picked up her hand and squeezed it, "Suppose you started having sex with girl after girl, and after a couple of months or years go by and the novelty has worn off, and suddenly a cute guy comes up, and you feel something. He's really charming and nice, and you feel something more... Are you then going to go insane with grief and horror because you are really straight and you wasted all that time eating all that disgusting pussy?" Kim gave me a smile and practically swallowed a chuckle, "So you think I should just go with this and see what happens?" She shook her head, "I don't think I can, Elise. But because you are definitely the saner of the two of us, I will try to think more positively. But I can't make any promises at the moment. I'm pretty confused." She looked admiringly at my legs, "I've always thought your legs were so beautiful for their athletic grace and strength, but right now I wish you would find some pants that you consider comfortable." "Because you have no intention of heeding your desires? Good grief, Kim. What makes you think I'd let you into my panties anyway? Now if your desires were of a less say, lusty nature, I might let you touch them, put your cheek on them, or even kiss them. I have always thought you have beautiful legs too, and you have athletic grace and strength, and I wish you would take your pants off so I could enjoy the sight of your legs, too. Or are you afraid of me? Is that it, Kim? Are you afraid now that if I touched you, you would suddenly succumb to me and I would just have my lascivious way with you?" Kim sighed, "I will admit that these jeans are tight." She turned up her can of beer and finished it. "Maybe I will take my pants off, if you'll bring me another beer." I got up to fetch her another beer. I still had about half of mine. I could hear Kim unzipping and pulling her jeans down behind me, and I didn't peek, although I wondered at the view she was getting when I bent over the mini-fridge in just my panties. I heard her add, "And yes, I am a little afraid of you, and why shouldn't I be. Roxy seduced me like it was nothing, and I think you're a lot more attractive than she is. But no, I'm not afraid to touch or kiss your legs, and I'm not afraid for you to touch or kiss mine, for that matter." I walked back to her holding out a beer. She was back on the floor sitting cross-legged again, her lovely, curvy legs and feet bare. She was wearing white cotton panties like myself, and although I could detect the slightest bulge and shadow of her pubic hair, I couldn't be sure of the color. I found myself wondering if I wanted to seduce her. I sat down in front of her, but instead of crossing my legs, I spread them so that my feet were right beside her knees. I pulled my sweater down to cover my crotch, not so much to be modest as to at least seem to be. It was a bulky sweater but I knew it would soon ride up to reveal my crotch again. In my position, I had to either lean back on my elbows or lean forward in order to find a comfortable balance, so I leaned forward putting my face about a foot and a half away from Kim's face. I reached for my beer and took a sip, then set it down quickly before it could cool my hand much. I then rubbed my hands together to warm the cool one. Kim followed all this with a kind of bemused interest, only mildly puzzled. God, she was so beautiful with her sexy legs, her cute face and her perky breasts pushing out against her tee-shirt. "I've always wanted to touch your legs, Kim." I reached down and laid a hand on one of her calves, and gave it a warm squeeze. The muscle was solid and firm, and while my touching her was esthetically very pleasing, I felt a sexual thrill about it, too. "Ever since the first time I saw you in the gym wearing shorts." "Yeah, me too," she said softly cupping my left calf in her hand and squeezing. As my calf muscles were relaxed, they were softer than hers since she was sitting cross-legged, but my muscle tone still kept them pretty firm. We were both barefoot and I noticed again, her red-painted toenails. She didn't usually do that. After one squeeze on my calf she ran her hand down to my ankle then back up to my calf. "Your leg feels really nice," she said, her voice still very soft. The Carson's Party Ch. 02 "And your hand feels really nice on my leg," I answered, putting both my hands on her calves and doing like she did, running my hands up and down, enjoying the smooth firmness and the bulge of her calf muscles. It was awkward for me though with her legs crossed, and I could only touch the exposed portions of her lower legs. So I shifted to her thighs, running my hands along the tops of her thighs then the outside of her thighs, then on the inside of her thighs. By then, Kim had a hand on each of my calves and was running her hands back and forth from my ankles the thickest part of my calves. Then she ran her hands up to my knees and fingered me gently on the underside of my knees. "I love the way you're touching my legs, Elise, but it's sort of difficult not to have sexual feelings about it," she said with a mild tone of regret. "So what?" I smiled, "Yesterday when we nearly kissed and I accused you of rubbing your crotch on me, the sexual tension between us was thick enough to cut with a knife." I deliberately ran my hands down her inner thighs almost close enough to touch her panties, then slowly I gave her a firm squeeze, "Maybe there's always been something sexual between us. Maybe that's why we became friends instead of just rivals? How many times have we wrestled with you tickling me, and how many of those times were you rubbing your crotch against me?" Kim giggled, "You may be right about most of that, and yes, I guess I've rubbed by groin against you quite a few times. Mostly it was just to playfully humiliate you, make you feel like you had been dominated or something. But thinking back on it, it always did feel nice between my legs." "You can say it, Kim," I leaned forward and spoke barely above a whisper, "You rubbed your pussy against my body, and it felt good to you." "I have to say that?" she said, giggling again. I grinned, "No, you don't have to say it. But you sure as hell did it, and I'd enjoy hearing you admit it." She rolled her eyes but said very clearly, "In the two years that we have been friends, we have often wrestled, and I have often rubbed my pussy against your body, and I enjoyed doing it." "There, doesn't that feel better? Doing something nice for me just because I asked you to?" "I guess so, Elise," then she slowly and while deliberately looking me in the eyes, bent over and gave my left knee a kiss, a kiss with enough moisture in it to leave a damp spot on my knee, "But maybe I just can't resist you because I love you so much." I knew she was half serious and half joking, so I answered back in the same tone, "I love you too, sweetie. Do you think you love me enough to give another kiss like that one to my mouth? The way I figure it, you still owe me a kiss from yesterday." "I think you're just being greedy," she gave a little giggle and leaned forward, "but here goes." And she kissed me. Her lips touched mine softly and sweetly for about a second. "There, are you satisfied?" "Not really," I glanced at my knee and back to her eyes, "My knee is a little wet, but my lips aren't. My knee got a better kiss." She didn't say anything. She just leaned forward and kissed me again, and this time, her lips opened and her tongue flicked lightly across my lips. I molded my lips to hers and flicked back, and briefly our tongues touched. It was a sweet, delicate but erotic kiss, and it excited me considerably. I would have held it as long as she was willing but she pulled back a few inches and asked, "Better?" "That was a beautiful kiss, Kim," I whispered back, "I don't think I have words enough to tell you how much I enjoyed it." Kim looked downward and said softly, "I can tell you enjoyed it. I did too. And I think we have both enjoyed touching each other's legs. I probably even have as big a wet spot on my panties as you have on yours." She stood up in front of me, and I could indeed see a small wet spot on her panties before she was fully erect with her thighs touching. "So what say we go out and track down that DVD you wanted, and I think we'll maybe need at least two bottles of wine tonight." I looked down at my lap, "No, my wet spot is a little bigger than yours, Kim. But sure, lets put on our pants and go shopping." I felt a little disappointed, but wasn't going to put any pressure on Kim, at least no more than I already had, at least not for now. I was relieved that she seemed at least somewhat past her crisis. But I knew she wasn't all the way past it yet. Kim offered to drive and I accepted. We chatted about little stuff on the way to the store, and pretty easily found the DVD, as it was a popular movie - one of those combination suspense and action flicks. We stopped by a liquor store on the way back and Kim bought four bottles of her favorite Shiraz. "Just in case company drops in," smirked Kim, "and if we don't drink all of it, it keeps well in the fridge." On the way back, Kim appeared absorbed in her driving when she suddenly said, "Another reason I don't want to have sex with you, is that what you told me about you and Melinda in the bathroom - well, it made me feel a little jealous, and I don't like feeling jealous about you, Elise." She glanced at me and I smiled at her. "I feel pretty jealous about what Roxy did to you, too. But that's normal. We're both very close, and I think some of what makes us feel jealous is that we weren't the first girl lover for the other. Does that feel true to you?" "I guess," she grumbled, "But you said you wished I was there to see what you did with Melinda, and I'm glad I wasn't." "Maybe it would have been erotic enough for you not to have felt that way. And maybe you wouldn't feel that way at all if it was the three of us together. But that's a little thing, Kim. I think I would like for us to be lovers. We've shared just about everything else. But it's not going to be a locked in relationship for me. I don't want to get married to a man, either, at least not for a long time. I'm going to spend my youth on a variety of experiences including different lovers, and I suspect you really feel the same way. And what's this 'another reason you don't want to have sex with me?' You gotta list or something?" Kim gave me a grin, "You can sure out-argue me, and sure, what you say sounds sensible. And like I promised, I'll try to think positively about it. But if I were you, I wouldn't start betting money that you and me are going to have a threesome with Melinda." "Oh, I could see that happening so really easily," I disagreed, "In fact, it would be very difficult to avoid, so I will bet money on it if you're sucker enough to take the bet. For one thing, you have to have sex with Melinda. For another, I would want to watch, and I would refuse to leave, and Melinda would want me to stay if I wanted to stay because Melinda is in love with me. Finally, it would have to turn into a threesome because watching you fulfill Melinda's fantasy would turn me on so much that I would have to have sex, too." Kim gave me a woeful glance before looking back to the road, "And I thought you were the sane one! That whole scenario depends on several factors, and the very least likely part is that I have to have sex with Melinda. I'll admit she's cute, and the way I am now," she shrugged without looking at me, "I am quite attracted to her - she's so cute and cuddly and petite... But have you lost your mind? Why would I have to have sex with her? Just because she has a fantasy about me? I bet dozens of people have fantasies about me." "You're being modest, it's got to be hundreds every time you walk across the quad," we both chuckled - her because she thought I was exaggerating - me, because I knew I wasn't, "But you have to have sex with Melinda because you called her a desperate little queer, and not even to her face, but it got back to her. And god knows how many girls have heard that by now. She's really hurt, and I suspect that a couple of girls have treated her pretty meanly because of what you said." Kim gave me a look that I could only interpret as open shock. She even paled and immediately pulled over to the curb and killed the engine, even though we were still two blocks from the university. She put her face on hands that were white-knuckle gripped on the wheel then slowly turned her face toward me, "My God! I really said that?" I gave her a look of pity, but there wasn't much in my voice, "I warned you about talking like that about people and about making thoughtless crude remarks. You may have seriously hurt that girl's life. That may follow her for years, and the shame she is enduring may be with her the rest of her life." While that was all true, I knew Melinda to be pretty tough in her own way, but I wasn't going to let Kim off the hook. I cared about Kim and didn't want her going through life hurting people and making enemies. "To make it worse, she has always looked up to you. Well, and to me. She wishes she was more like us, taller anyway." Kim started to cry, "Oh damn, you're right! I have to offer her anything. Hell, I'll be lucky if she just wants sex. I'll run naked across the quad swearing I told dirty lies about her if she asks me for that." I softened, "Well, I know you'll do the right thing; but just so you know, that's the first part of her fantasy - that you apologize to her and promise not to be mean to her anymore. And I don't think she would ask anything cruel of you. I already yelled at her about setting us up at that party. But what she did to you wasn't near as bad as what you did to her, although she, at least, said she feels a little sorry about it now." Kim was trying to get her crying under control. I don't think I'd ever seen her cry before. Of course all girls aren't weepy things, in fact I don't think I've cried for years. Kim sniffed and looked at me again, "Couldn't you have waited to tell me that back at the dorm?" She started the engine and pulled out slowly, she coughed and added, "If anyone asks me why I've been crying, I'm telling them that you made me cry." "That's not really true. You did something that made you cry." "I know," and she gave me a swollen, red-eyed glance, "But I'll still blame it on you." I laughed, "That's my girl!" To both our good fortunes, no one seemed to notice us enter the dorm and go up to our room. Kim went into the bathroom for a moment and came back out - "Damn, I really ugly up when I cry." She put the wine in the fridge, which was, with the three beers left, getting pretty full, although there would be some space to cram leftover pizza. It was already almost lunch time, but neither of us was feeling hungry yet, so maybe we would be able to eat the whole pizza. "Actually you look a lot better than you did," I grinned. "Thanks," Kim noted wryly, "We've still got an entire afternoon ahead of us, what would you like to do?" I walked up to her and put my arms around her neck; with our faces close to touching she returned my embrace slightly by putting her hands on my hips and I said in a soft voice, "I really would enjoy going back to what we were doing before, you know, almost cuddling, doing a little touching, and making sweet little damp spots on each other's panties?" My breasts were barely touching hers, but they were touching and I think she was as aware of it as I was, "You're very persistent, Elise. Are you really sure you want to have sex with me that badly?" I leaned my hips in a little closer to let my jeans barely touch her jeans. It was really nice that we were almost the same height, although I was maybe a quarter of an inch taller. I'm five-seven. "I'm not sure, but yeah, I think would love to have sex with you. Think how nice it would be. We could have sex every day if we want to, and when we do have sex with other people, at least it won't be because we are desperately horny." Kim was breathing through her lips and by now I was too, so I got even closer until our noses touched, so that my words were breathed into her mouth, "But no, I'm not really sure I want to have sex with you, but I'm really sure that I would like to strip down to nothing but bras and panties and play around some more like we were doing before." Kim said softly, "Well I am nearly always desperately horny and if we do what you want, I'm afraid we're gonna have sex." "And I'm pretty sure we will have sex today. I know we are going to have sex tomorrow because I'm going to pick up the phone in just a minute and invite Melinda over to spend tomorrow afternoon with us, and that's when you are going to apologize to her. And I know I'm going to have sex with Melinda again tomorrow because both she and I are going to want to do it. I'd like for us to be more comfortable with each other's bodies before tomorrow gets here, with us more of a couple if you will, but I won't rape you. It's your call. Why, what do you want to do with this afternoon?" Kim sighed and kissed me, three times, just pecks on the mouth, but damp, lingering pecks on the edges of my lips first with the last one in the center, "That thing with Melinda is hanging over my head, so it is kind of hard for me to relax, you know? So, maybe we should invite her over tonight to watch the movie with us. And if you and I need to have sex before then, then I guess that just leaves this afternoon. But maybe it could be more like you said. We could start real slow, and I mean slower than you planned. Maybe just jeans and shoes at first." "You know, I don't think you would have been this hard to seduce yesterday. Maybe you really were traumatized." I said with concern. I suddenly figured that maybe I hadn't taken Kim seriously enough. "I've been trying to tell you," she whispered earnestly, "I'm a desperately horny person, and Roxy knows what buttons to push. She effectively raped me last night because I never felt I had a choice. Sure, no jury would convict a nympho for raping a nympho, especially not nympho that will even admit that she enjoyed it, hell, in fact I'd have to admit I loved it. But that's why I feel ashamed. Maybe I was over dramatizing a bit, and maybe you've talked me off the ledge, and maybe it would even help me to experience some loving sex with you. But I need to take it slow. I need to feel like I can quit if I want to, and I need you to understand, because you are the only one I know that could." I hugged her tightly then, and we rested each other's heads on each other's shoulders and we must have stood there for about five minutes, before I was able to meekly say, "Will you ever be able to forgive me for being an insensitive ass?" "Of course, Elise," she kissed my neck but I didn't feel anything sexual about it, "Besides I'm not that good with putting things into words. If I had known how to say it, I would have made you understand earlier. Besides every thing you have said is still true." I felt more than heard her chuckle, "Except that part about your ass being insensitive." I felt her hand reach down and cup one of my cheeks, "I bet you feel that." I giggled, "I sure do!" and her hand on my ass definitely did feel warm and sexual, especially when she applied a slow squeeze, so I said, "I'm sure that this will come out much later, but I'll go ahead and mention it now, if I haven't already, but I really like having someone play with my bottom." Kim snickered and released me, then sat down on her bed to take off her shoes, "I know. I didn't really like it at first; it felt too much like taking a shit. But by the second time I had come with Roxy's tongue in my ass, I was a true believer in the bottom as another legitimate erogenous zone." I laughed as I slipped off my shoes and started unbuttoning my jeans again, "You're so crude! Couldn't you have said that at first it felt like going to the bathroom?" I so welcomed the sight of Kim's thighs as she pulled her jeans down. She shrugged, "It made you laugh, and often you laugh when I say crude stuff. You've conditioned me. I expect that you'll eventually condition me to lick your ass every night as you drop off to sleep." I couldn't keep a squirm out of my hips as she said that with my jeans half way down, and Kim saw it, so I grinned and admitted, "That does sound delicious!" Kim had her pants all the way off now, and I noticed her toes again. As I stepped out of my jeans, I asked her about them, "Hey, how come you painted your toes this morning?" Kim suddenly got a shy look and actually batted her eyelashes as she gave me lidded look, barely meeting my eyes. Strangely, I knew she wasn't faking the shy, coquettish look, "I wanted to look pretty for you." "But why?" I was genuinely puzzled, "You know I think you're drop dead gorgeous already. I must have told you that a thousand times!" "I know," she said softly, "But looking pretty for someone is different." "So you made yourself pretty for me to tell me you were moving out?" She went to the ends of the beds to the cleared area on the floor where we usually watched TV. Although sometimes we moved the TV so we could watch it from the beds. We only had one chair - a wooden one set up at our computer desk. We both had laptops and I don't know why we'd never bought a second chair except that Kim seemed to be content to work on her computer while sitting cross-legged in her bed, hunched over it like some crazed bell-ringer. Kim answered as she sat down where she had been sitting before, not cross-legged but with her legs stretched out, leaning on her hands, "I didn't want to move out. I thought you might be repulsed by what I had to tell you. How would I know that you had the same experience and that instead of being shocked and horrified like I was, you turned into some kind of happy, slut tornado, fucking every girl in sight!" I sat down by her knees and hugged my own knees. "Slut tornado," I snorted, but then I assumed a thoughtful look, "Actually, that's not altogether inaccurate. Melinda wanted to put the make on this really beautiful, slim blonde chick with pouty lips. I started to ask her if I could come along to watch, but I felt so worn out from orgasms, I came home instead." I jumped up, "Oh that reminds me, time to cast the bones of fate." I walked over to my purse and took out my cell phone. I called Melinda and invited her over to watch the DVD, eat pizza and drink wine with us in our room. "Are you sure that Kim wants me there?" she asked. "Yes, absolutely, Kim made a point of telling me to invite you over tonight. Say, around seven? Do you have other plans?" "Well yeah, but not written in stone. That girl you saw me with last night? She told me I could call her tonight if I didn't have anything else to do." "Really? Well go ahead and call her and say you have something else to do, and maybe you can see her tomorrow. Besides, didn't you already get together at the party?" I could see Kim's interest in the conversation. Melinda chuckled, "We sure did. Why do you think she wants to see me again tonight?" "You know, if I hadn't already been worn out, I would have asked if I could come along and watch. So I'm a little curious about what you would have said?" "Are you kidding? After what you did for me last night? Elise, I'm already willing to do anything you ask me for the rest of my life. But just so you know, it would have been okay with her, too. She told me that she's had a hard on for you for years and that she'd do anything if you were willing to give her a little attention. Her name is Darya. She's from Russia and has actually been in a couple of your freshmen classes with you." "Gosh!" I'm sure my panties got wet if they weren't already, "Well tell her I will be joining you two tomorrow, hell, I'll get us a motel room." I glanced at Kim and she was definitely showing interest now, maybe even a little concern, "I'll even try to talk Kim into coming, but I will definitely be there." Melinda rang off and I put the cell phone back in my purse. The Carson's Party Ch. 02 I walked back over to Kim, knelt at her feet and began kissing the tip of each toe, starting with the little right toe and moving right across both her feet, at least that was the plan. I was on my third right toe, when Kim asked, "So do I understand you are renting a motel room tomorrow for a threesome with other girls and a foursome if I come? And why are you kissing my toes?" "Yes to your first question," and I paused to kiss another toe, and then looked back up into her eyes with as much innocence as I could muster, "As to your second question, it's because I think your toes are cute and they are helping me avoid details about your first question." I licked between her fourth toe and the big toe then took her whole big toe in my mouth and gave it a slurp. "Well I want the details, although what you are doing to my toes is quite pleasant and it sure is distracting." Kim had her mouth open and was watching my toe loving progress with great interest. I went down on her left big toe like it was a little penis and sucked and licked it for a moment then began sucking and licking on each toe of her left foot, then I went back to the right foot and started over, this time giving all those toes the sucking and the licking between treatment, only this time I added rubbing her arches with by thumb in broad, firm sweeps. "Damn girl!" Kim's voice was half a sigh and half a groan, "Okay forget the details! Just don't stop doing what you're doing!" I kept it up until Kim actually grabbed her crotch to give it a squeeze. I gave her a few more toe slurps and sat back on my legs and smiled at her. She took her hand away from her crotch to lean on it again. I looked at her panties and I licked my lips. "Wet spot, huh?" she grinned sheepishly. I cocked an eyebrow at her and smiled, "More like a vertical wet stripe this time with a round wet spot in the center." "I almost came while you were doing that," she closed her eyes, still panting slightly. "I know," I said sweetly, "And now while you return the favor, I'll give you the details." I stretched my legs out beside Kim's, my thighs slightly parted like Kim's had been. Obediently, Kim assumed my former kneeling posture and started giving my toes the full treatment with the arch stroking. Her mouth felt surprisingly hot and wet to my toes, and pleasure running up me from my feet was tingling up my legs almost like an electric shock, and the feeling was so intense, I was quite sure that if I touched myself at all I would orgasm from the pleasure, and might without touching myself. "Oh wow!" I gasped, "That feels even nicer that I thought it would!" "I know," Kim mimicked my sweet tone, and then resumed her combination of toe fellatio and foot massage. The intensity of the pleasure made it strangely difficult to talk, "Uh, well, let's see... The slim blond girl, Melinda met has really classic beauty in her features - high cheek bones and so forth. She has blue eyes that are slightly slanted, and pouty lips kind of like Betty Boop. Oh my!" I swallowed and continued, "She is so slim as to be boyish, but has really long legs, and she's been in a couple of my classes and has the hots for me. Both she and Melinda are willing to let me watch them have sex, and yeah I'm sure I'll have sex with both of them, and with you, too, if you're willing to come. OH!" And like Kim before me, I put all my weight on one hand and used the other to squeeze my pussy. I wasn't sure if I was going to pee or orgasm or both, and I didn't really give a damn at the moment. But Kim didn't stop like I did. She sat back on her legs and lifted my right foot to her face and bit me with a little nip inside my arch, then took my three largest toes into her hot mouth, rolling her tongue around them as she sucked my foot. At the same time, she used one thumb to massage the ball of my foot and the other to continue the massage on my arch. I squeezed my pussy two or three times with my hand and that was enough to start an orgasm. I came and I came hard, so hard that I suspected that I leaked a couple of drops of pee, too. I let myself fall on my back and arched my hips, my hand still clutching my pussy tightly as roll after roll of pleasure washed through my hips and thighs. I grunted repeatedly and moaned the anguish of pleasure overload. Even after Kim put my foot back on the floor I thrust my hips at her several more times, gasping and panting my joy at such a complete release. After making sure Kim got a nice shot of how wet my panties were, I hurried to the bathroom without bothering to close the door, and let go a heavy stream with relief. Kim peeked in the door laughing and said, "I think part of my stripe as you call it is a little leaked pee, too. So hurry up please - I think it's just something about feet, like how walking on hot sand at the beach can make you want to pee?" I had to grin, but there wasn't a lot of dignity to it. I stepped into the bathtub and ran some water and washed my crotch. I wasn't going to put my damp panties back on, so I just pulled my sweater as low as I could and came out. Kim hurried in and closed the door. I put my panties in my hamper and fished out a fresh pair and put them on, feeling mostly recovered and totally satisfied with that lovely orgasm, even if there was a strange side effect. I heard the toilet flush, then a little splashing in the bathtub like I had made. I grabbed a beer and opened one for Kim and sat back down on the floor. Then she poked her head out the door and with a smile asked, "Would you hand me some fresh panties, please?" I jumped up and did it, wondering why I hadn't had that thought of just asking. "Thanks. That was a really, really nice orgasm," I told her when she came out and sat down across from me. We were both cross-legged now. "In fact, that was a super good orgasm, even if it was a little messy." "Well, I thought if might slow you down a little if I gave you some relief. Why did you stop with me?" "I wouldn't have if you'd said not to stop one more time, but I didn't want to rush you," I said. Kim nodded thoughtfully, "That was pretty terrific, watching your orgasm, and if it makes you feel any better, I think I'm going to be ready for one, in a little while." She took a long drink of beer, eyeing me the whole time. "I think we could take our shirts off now, if you like, and maybe go lay down together and do a little cuddling and kissing." I took a couple of gulps of beer, "Now who's in a rush. I still want to kiss your legs, and you only gave me one kiss on my knee. Don't you want to kiss any more on my legs?" "That would be pretty nice," she said giving me a coy look, "Do you think you could stand in front of me, facing away from me," she added softly. I obeyed and stood in front of her, while she sat on her legs, and evidently bent over because I felt her take the narrow part of my ankle at the base of my Achilles tendon into her hot wet mouth and suck on it. "Oh!" I chirped startled at the intimate feel of it. I won't try to name all the parts of my right leg she kissed, with French kisses, because I could tell she didn't miss a spot. She spent a lot of time though on the thickest part of my calf. The kissing of the backs of my legs was terrifically erotic, but a couple of highlights are definitely worth mentioning. While licking and kissing the thickest part of my calf, "Is this where she fucked you?" I heard the soft voice behind me ask. "Yes," I said in a whisper, "and also lower, she was moving around quite a bit." "She has good taste then, although I think one of your butt cheeks might be better for that purpose, or one of your thighs." "Well, at the time, she had her tongue between my butt cheeks." I was enjoying Kim's leg kissing quite a bit and hoped she didn't get too distracted thinking about what Roxy had done to me. "Oh," she said with a soft chuckle, "Then this is the perfect choice then." Then I have to say that the backs of my knees were worthy of mention. I hadn't realized how sensitive I was there until Kim repeatedly licked and kissed me there. I was obliged to point out, "Wow, Kim, that is so sweet and so dangerously close to being sex." "We are having sex, Elise," she countered softly, "We're just taking the slow road, although you've already come once. When I was watching you coming, it sure looked like sex." Then she switched to the back of my other knee. I was trembling with need by the time she got up to the tops of my thighs. I thought she would stop or have me turn around but she kissed the cheeks of my bottom too, just through my panties and with no licking, but it was really nice, especially when she nuzzled just a bit in the crack. "Okay, turn around, Elise." I turned around and she was tall enough on her knees that her face was right in front of my panties. Slowly she rested her cheek against my mound and stroked my legs with her hands. I gently stroked the hair on her head. "Kim?" she rested her chin on my mound as she looked up at me with her sweet face and jewel-like eyes, "You're already a terrific lover, and I don't think you need Roxy to teach you anything." Kim looked at me for a moment and asked, "How long were you with her?" "Forty-five or fifty minutes," I guessed. "You?" "About three hours," she said calmly. "I stopped counting after ten orgasms, and I think she had about as many as she did. What she did on your calf? I got that in lots of places, even in one of my armpits. So don't feel badly if you think I'm little better at this than you are." I grinned down at her, "I don't feel badly. I was just trying to tell you in my clumsy way how much I love and admire you. Are you sniffing my pussy? Does that mean I get to sniff yours?" "Yes, I am, and no, you can't." Her grin was so wide she was showing teeth. "Let's take off our tops and go lay down." "But I haven't gotten to kiss your legs yet!" I protested. Kim stood up in front of me, still grinning, "Then you'll have to do it later," she said, pulling her tee-shirt over her head. I glanced at her chest before stripping off my sweater. Her breasts were smallish, and though we didn't often undress in front of each other, I had seen her bare-chested a couple of times before. Her breasts weren't tiny but they were just big enough, and very pretty actually. In fact they were perfect matching cones, with generous pale pink nipples. Of course at the moment all I could see was her perky white bra. It was still a delight to look upon. She led me by the hand to her bed, and we lied down facing each other, heads propped on our elbows. We kissed, just a warm little kiss. Then I moved back and while looking into her eyes, and using only one finger, I traced the curves of her bra. "I've seen your breasts before, Kim, and I have to tell you that I like them very, very much. I've even once or twice thought about what it would be like to kiss them. Have you ever had thoughts like that about me?" "Yes," Kim said slowly, "Several times I've thought of what it would be like to touch your breasts, to kiss them." I was hot and aroused and decided there had been enough talk. I kissed Kim and there was nothing tentative about it. I kissed her softly but I was there to stay, and I put my arm around her and unfastened her bra, "Take my bra off, Kim," I whispered as I pulled hers away revealing her perfect cones, her pink nipples already turgid with desire. I kissed her several times on the neck and her ear while she unfastened my bra and I felt her pulling it away. "So, you're just going to take me now?" she said softly but with a little humor in her tone. "Yes," I whispered, kissing all over her breasts except on the nipples as I rolled her over on her back to best take advantage of both breasts. Kim squirmed a little but didn't really resist me. Then I sucked on her nipples, one at time, switching back and forth, sometimes nipping with my lips, and sometimes gently with my teeth. Kim moaned her pleasure and then said quietly, "So you're not going to take no for an answer?" I shook my head and kissed her beautiful trembling lips. I kissed her slow and long and moved my hand down to her pubic mound and gave it several gentle squeezes. As soon as I released my kiss and moved back to lick at her nipples, she whispered, "Oh help, rape!" I giggled, "You usually win our wrestling contests. You can stop me any time." "Hmph," she said a little indignantly, "I can beat you any time, Elise. I just let you win every now and then." I suspected that was true. We were pretty much equals in strength, but she was slightly quicker, more agile, and definitely more devious. I kissed her mouth again and said, "Roll over on your tummy. I'm going to kiss your legs." "No. Please." She murmured as she rolled over, "Not the leg kissing!" I grinned at her antics but crawled down her body and gave her pretty much the same treatment she had given me earlier, except I was rubbing my crotch into her bottom as I kissed and nibbled at her ankles. I slowly kissed up her legs until I got to her bottom. After I had kissed her cheeks, I buried my nose between her legs and kissed her panties over her asshole and deeply inhaled her fragrance. I heard her pillow muffled protest, "You're sniffing me, you slut!" "Mmm-mmhh!" I agreed, delighting in Kim's slightly more flowery woman smell than was normal. I wondered if she had used perfume or a douche, but suspected that Kim just naturally smelled a little like flowers. "Your pussy smells really nice, Kim. Did you use some perfume?" Her answer was clear, so I guess she had raised or turned her head. "No!" she responded a little indignantly, "Are you crazy or something?" I moved off her back and told her to roll over, and when she did, I turned around and straddled her legs and reached for her panties and began pulling them down. She raised her hips to help me. I explained, "Kim you must have gotten a good smell of Roxy, and you sniffed me awhile ago, surely you must have noticed the difference between ours and yours. You smell a little like flowers!" My brain must have continued my sentence on autopilot, because I was stricken by the lovely color of Kim's pubic hair. It wasn't the same as on her head, it was a much lighter color; a delightful mixture of bright orange and red hairs mixed with golden hairs, giving a pink-orange-golden impression, almost a psychedelic glowing color. "You are crazy!" insisted Kim, "You and Roxy barely smell even similar. Yours is a lighter almost herbal musk, and Roxy has a much more animal musk, and while I prefer your smell," Kim spread her hands, "it's mainly just that it is yours. I enjoyed her smell quite a bit at the time..." her voice tapered off as I began French kissing her inner thighs, my eyes still locked on that lovely pink-orange mound with thick, plump looking outer lips that obscured all of her inner flesh except a slight glimpse of pink where a tiny portion of her hood peeked out. When I was almost there, I spread her thighs wider with my hands. With a deep sigh of contentment I began to kiss her pubic hair and all other areas of her groin except the split down the center. I noticed Kim was starting to breath pretty heavily. "I suppose you also plan to deny the obvious - that you have the loveliest pussy on earth?" She piled up her pillows and scooted a few inches away from me as she propped up her head and shoulders to watch me perform my labor of love, "I'm probably in the top ten on earth," she admitted, "But to say anything more is just foolish bragging." I spread her lips with my fingertips to gaze into her moist pinkness, "Oh? What did Roxy say on the subject?" Her inner lips were like very short walls, almost vestigial looking, completely unlike Roxy and Melinda, the only other females I've ever seen like this. Kim's vagina seemed more of a jagged irregular shaped hole, like Roxy's and unlike Melinda's oval. And Kim's hood was smaller than either of the others, and I could barely see the nubbin of her clit back inside the hood. Kim's face was a little pink but she answered the question, "She said I had the loveliest, most delicious pussy she'd ever seen or tasted except for one other, that by coincidence she had seen and tasted that very same night." I looked up and into Kim's blue-green eyes and felt my own face getting hot. Kim grinned, "She was talking about you, right?" "Probably," I murmured, "At least she said something similar to me." I gently, almost tentatively inserted my tongue into Kim's vagina and licked at her walls, savoring her exotic scent with the mild sweetness of her love juices. "Except she told me I had the best ever," I admitted. Kim had closed her eyes and sighed as my tongue started stroking in her well, but she opened her eyes to look at me, "Of course, she hadn't seen mine yet! Then by that and because she mentioned your pussy to me, we know she was probably telling the truth." I had to stop licking to giggle, although it was still a giggle inside Kim's pussy, which made her hips lurch a little. Kim said, "Hey, get busy down there! I'm pretty anxious to return the favor, you know?" I gave her a little smack on her hip with my palm and said, "Then roll over, I want the protocol for my return favor firmly established!" Kim gave me a naughty grin, knowing what I wanted and with much wild swinging of her legs without hitting me, flipped and bent over on her breasts. She leaned forward and squatted on her knees, so that I was presented with her elevated rear with her knees spread fairly wide. "Something really accessible, like this?" giggled Kim, probably greatly enjoying the lewdness of her rear presenting. And indeed, she was already spread wide enough I didn't even need to spread the cheeks of her bottom with my hands. Nevertheless, I did put my hands on her cheeks to squeeze the firm muscles while gazing at her perfect little puckered asshole. It was lighter than her surrounding skin, a pure white. I licked from the top of the split between her cheeks all the way down across her perineum and into her vagina where her love oils were already oozing more freely than just a moment ago. Tasting the love nectar on my tongue, I savored its mild sweetness in my mouth, and said, "Mmm, somebody really is excited about having her bottom licked!" As my tongue laved her own love oils on her pretty white pucker, Kim hissed, "Oh yes please, Elise! You've found my secret! Even when I'm not in the mood, if you tongue my ass, I'll do anything you want!" I began giving her little pokes in the bottom, relishing her sighs and moans of joy, when I pulled back and glanced down at her pussy, thinking to capture a little more lubricant with my tongue, I was surprised to see a drop fall from her open lips to a slowly widening damp spot on the sheet. I licked in her pussy and was able to take in a small mouthful of her oozing pussy juice. I let it roll around in my mouth, loving the flowery musk that mildly attached to her juice and swallowed. "Mmmm," I moaned with pleasure. I stuck my tongue back in her pussy to get even more and let this mouthful drool down my tongue as the tip of my tongue touched her soft pucker, Kim must have beared down on her sphincter, because her asshole opened with little resistance while I let her juices roll down and into her bottom lubing her nicely. I stuck my tongue as far inside her as I could which was dependant on the reach of my tongue as she opened for me, practically sucking me in. I must have tongue fucked Kim's bottom for most of five or six minutes before my tongue got too tired to continue - I could foresee tongue exercises in my future. Kim was steadily groaning by then, and when I asked her to roll over, she did so quickly and without comment, spreading herself wide for me. The time for foreplay was definitely over and I immediately began finger fucking her with two fingers and flicking her pretty little clit with my tongue. It only took about a minute for Kim to start her orgasm, or series of orgasms, I wasn't sure, but it lasted close to four minutes. The Carson's Party To my surprise, Melinda didn't look put off at all, as if perhaps she had seen the uncertainty in my face. "Well if you ever do get the idea you'd like to try it, Elise, I hope you might remember that I am willing to help you experiment, a little or a lot. Even if it's only to share a couple of kisses, I'd be your girl." Something in my heart went out to her then, and I felt seriously in danger of offering a pity fuck - of course that is assuming it would be a pity fuck which it wouldn't be if actually liked it - I honestly didn't know how I would feel about it. I decided to compromise and let her down with something she could at least beat off about. I leaned toward her and whispered in her ear, "Melinda, I've seen you naked. I've seen your lovely big breasts, your sexy legs, your hard little round bottom, and I have seen your pretty blond snatch, and yes, I do think it is pretty. I promise that if I ever do decide I am bisexual, you and I are going to have at least one fantastic evening of sex. And I might take you up on those kisses sometime, just to see how I'd feel about it." When I leaned back, her face was quite red, her lips were parted and her eyes had a glazed look. I worried that I might have overdone it. But her voice was very calm when she answered, "Thanks very much for that, Elise. Even if it never happens that was very generous of you, and I think you know what I mean. I'll be dreaming of that tonight, right before I go to sleep." She held up her hand as if to shake with me, so I took her hand in both of mine to envelope her little hand warmly when she added, "But I think you skipped one of my features. Would you look at my hand, please?" Puzzled I opened my palms and looked down at her dainty little hand, a hand so small and dainty that if she rolled her fingers together, it wouldn't be much larger than a good thick penis. Instantly felt my face burning, and I am sure the blush went all the way down to my breasts. Why, she could even make a fist without it feeling too unnatural inside of me... Oh my god! I swallowed before I could answer, "Melinda, I see what you mean, and I'm thinking about it..." I swallowed again, "Okay, I am seriously thinking about it, but that's all for right now, okay?" I was almost pleading with her. "Of course, Elise," Melinda said gently as her color faded to normal - I could still feel my own face burning from the image of Melinda's hand inside me, moving in and out... Melinda looked at me a little concerned, "Maybe a quick trip to the powder room is in order, Elise; otherwise, I was thinking you might like to meet your host, Professor Carlson." "Oh, host is good," I mumbled, starting to snap out of it. It had been a strange day. I don't think I've spent five whole minutes in my entire life thinking about having sex with women, but it was starting to seem like the theme of the day. I stood with her and repeated myself, "Oh yes, I would like to meet Professor Carlson." And she led me hand in hand through a couple of rooms until she found him talking in a small group of people. He was handsome, about thirty-five and dressed in a lovely dark three piece suit with a dark blue shirt and gold tie. Melinda gave him a little wave, and he spotted her, made some excuses and walked over to us giving Melinda a dazzling white-toothed smile. His hair was as dark and wavy, and his hands were tanned and strong as he shook hands with Melinda and telling her how welcome she was. Could this be the source of Melinda's clothes? But then I thought, it was his wife who had the money... Then suddenly he was beaming that movie star smile at me as Melinda was introducing us. I shook his hand while Melinda looked woefully into her glass and noting that mine was also empty, she took my glass and promised she would be back with more drinks. "So you are Elise Deanston?" he was saying, "I believe I knew a Maurice Deanston in New York about ten years ago. He was an attorney. Did a little legal work for me. Any relation?" I was pretty startled, "Assuming it is the same Maurice Deanston who is a New York attorney, that would be my Uncle Maurice. He specializes in agreements and contracts." "Why, the very man!" exclaimed the Professor, "What a coincidence to meet his niece here in Atlanta!" Professor Carlson did have the bluest eyes, and I was thinking I wouldn't mind if he was to be my sex date tonight, not at all. An hour or so with him and that would put all this bisexual nonsense behind me. His figure was slim, but he had broad shoulders. "Well Professor, you know what they say: You can't pick up a rock anywhere without finding a lawyer under it," I quipped using one of my father's lawyer jokes, not that I ever thought it was that funny, but the Professor chuckled good naturedly at it. "Please, Elise, call me Steve," he said warmly and very definitely checking out my cleavage. "Please forgive me for noticing how lovely you are tonight, and I like your dress, too!" Oh yes! I thought, there is a very good chance of sex here, and I intended to make it an easy sure thing for this movie star looking Professor. "This dress is the sexiest dress I own," I admitted, then looked him directly in the eyes, "Although I've been told that I'm even sexier without it." There that says it all. Take me to a locked room and fuck me silly! At that very moment we were joined by one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen outside of a movie or a runway. She was tall, at least four inches taller than me, blue-eyed, blond, her hair up in an elegant but simple wave coif, and she wore a Jovani White Goddess evening gown that was form fitting and deep V necked, and she had on Kate Spade 'Lolita' sandals that are actually a high heeled shoe designed to display a woman's toes almost lewdly. Aside from being gorgeous and elegant she had a throaty sexual voice as she stepped close and said, "My, my, and who is this lovely creature, Steve?" He introduced me then turned to me, "This is my wife, Persephone Carson." I reached out to shake her hand, but she delicately lifted and gave the lightest kiss to the my fingers, at least I think she did, her lips came very close. She looked deep into my eyes and said, "I'm so charmed to meet you, dear, but please call me Roxy." "Okay, Roxy," I hesitated because I felt like a cow next to her. It wasn't just her clothes - they were costly but not insanely so, although her dress cost about 4 times as much as mine did. No, it was her beauty, her poise and some undefined grace that left me feeling shabby, although she was doing her best to make me feel welcome after I had just openly made a pass at her husband, which I fear she may have overheard. "So, is Roxanne your middle name or something?" "Oh no," she said with a little smile, "my middle name is Clarice, which I dislike even more than Persephone. I just like Roxy because I think it sounds sexy." There was just no way for her to be wearing a bra under that dress, and as I thought his, I couldn't help noting the naked flesh of the inside curves of both breasts nestled in the deep V that didn't quite go to her belly button. Her breasts were larger than mine and I could just make out her nipples through the cloth. "Oh I do so hope you like what you see," she added casually. I gasped and turned a little pink, knowing she had caught me, "Oh yes, maam, that is certainly a lovely dress, a Jovani, right? The White Goddess?" "Ah, you know your clothes. Well, not the best dress in the world I guess, but I thought it looked good on me," she made a moue of her lips, "But I was hoping that it was my breasts you were admiring. Yours certainly seem lovely! And your dress shows off some very athletic, sexy legs as well. I'm afraid your dress is sexier than mine," she swept her full length hem a bit, "it doesn't show off my legs at all." She gave me a warm and really sincere looking smile, "And you were telling my husband that you looked even better out of the dress... I must admit my heart skipped a beat even imagining that picture in my mind." My mouth fell open, "I am so, so sorry, maam..." "Please don't be!" insisted Steve earnestly, "My wife and I are very open about things like that!" "He's absolutely right, my dear," still giving me a dazzling smile of her own, "I certainly understand horny and Steve is one hunk of a man. And Elise, if I have to get down on the floor and kiss your feet, I will, if that's what it takes to get you to stop maam-ing me! Please, it's Roxy!" Steve looked seriously at his wife, "My dear, we ARE the hosts of the party, and if such a lovely guest is feeling sexually neglected, I feel we are obligated to do something about it, don't you agree?" "I certainly do!" she said emphatically, "Here dear, take this and we will escort you to our bedroom. Please be a dear and come with us?" She handed me a glass of champagne, and took my arm in hers. Steve placed his hand on my right elbow, loosely enough that I could easily sip the champagne as we walked, and they started guiding me out of the room. It was obviously an expensive champagne; neither sweet nor sour, and so light it almost wasn't there, like cotton candy. I wasn't sure about this. It was so unexpected. I mean yeah, he was a good-looking man, and I had thought to have sex with him, but I didn't know what was happening now. Did she want to watch? Was she going to participate? That thought caught me strangely - on the one hand, I still wasn't sure I was even willing to experiment with another woman, or was I. There had been a moment with Kim, and with Melinda, well... That was such a vivid picture that I have to admit I had been almost excited enough to overcome my inhibitions for just a moment there, but this? She was certainly an attractive woman and I couldn't ask for better looking, but still... "Look," I said, "I don't know about this. It seems a bit strange, you know?" Both of them stopped as if not to pressure me. "Of course, Elise, but it only seems so," he assured me warmly, "Believe me you will be very satisfied, and there is nothing to worry about. Any time you want to stop, you are welcome to leave, go down stairs and have a drink, even go home to your dorm or apartment." His eyes seemed so kind and his confidence so assuring. "We just want an opportunity to enjoy your company and show you a good time in the bargain." He winked and added, "Truly, it's all about the big 'O', right?" Then his wife whispered in my other ear, "We only want to make sure you have a wonderful time, dear with many orgasms. And we will do anything you like. We will try very hard to make sure you have such a good time that you will want to come back to our next party." At that moment, Melinda showed back up, carrying a drink for herself and carrying another for me. She saw us, smiled and walked up. "Going upstairs, Elise? Oh, you're so lucky! You're going to have such a nice time!" "Really?" I asked with my voice a bit on the weak side. I gulped the rest of the champagne and traded the glass to Melinda for my rum and coke. "You've ah, been upstairs?" "Yes, I have been," Melinda agreed emphatically, "You have my word of honor that you will enjoy it a lot!" I didn't know for sure if I could trust any of them, but then I didn't want to seem a prude, and I had been feeling terrifically horny. Given her earlier revelations, I was highly suspicious of Melinda's motives. And I was getting a little tired of thinking of it as even bisexual. Like Steve had said, it's really about orgasms, and what difference does it make whether a man or a woman gives me that orgasm. Heck, I thought, I'll let them get started and if I don't like it, I will just leave. "Okay then, Steve," and I glanced from him to her, "And Roxy." They led me upstairs to a beautiful bedroom with a huge bed. Steve turned and locked the door, but left the key in the lock. Bedside lamps stood on the end tables providing a warm golden but not overly bright light. Roxy sat on the bed and patted the mattress beside her, "Sit down, Elise, and let's talk - get to know each other better." Steve knelt at my feet and slipped her shoes off and then mine. Roxy said, "I understand that you do gymnastics. Melinda has told me that a number of people like to watch you work out." I shrugged, "There is usually a few people standing around or resting between workouts. I'd be embarrassed if I thought they were there to only watch me. Besides, there are better bodies to ogle in the gym than mine." Steve was starting what had to be the most sensuous and expert foot massage that I had ever received. It was even more than just relaxing and sensuous; it was a sexually stimulating massage - of my feet! I could hardly believe it! Roxy leaned over as if to whisper in my ear, and gently licked the edge of my ear lobe instead. I shivered with pleasure from both the massage and the lick. Then she did whisper in my ear, "You have such wondrously sexy legs, Elise, and I promise you that when you spread them all the way wide, in a straight line, the way that gymnasts do, many if not all of those people are imaging what it would look like to see you do that nude." She kissed my ear again in several places, causing little shivers of pleasure to run up and down my back. "You know, I always suspected that was what people were thinking when they saw a girl doing a split, and uh, Roxy, I have to admit you are sure doing a good job of seducing me," I sighed with pleasure as she nipped my neck with her teeth, "And Steve, that is just the most erotic foot massage!" "I know," he said quietly, "I worked my way through college doing massages. I was trained by a master." "He's so good at it that a few times I've even had an orgasm from his massaging my feet," Roxy murmured and kissed my neck in several places and dipping her forefinger into my cleavage. "I don't doubt you at all, Roxy. Between the two of you, I think my panties are getting wet. But I should tell you, I've never really sought the company of a woman, for sex, I mean." I turned my face towards her so she could see the sincerity in my eyes, and she took advantage and kissed me. It was the most incredibly sweet kiss, gentle, sensual and wet. It was the first kiss I ever had that didn't have an abrasive face behind it. I found myself not minding at all and let her go on kissing me. When she put her arms around me, I embraced her back and our kisses became more passionate. Her hand slipped under my dress and cupped my mound warmly. "Sex between women is harmless, Elise, you don't even have to worry about pregnancy. But thank you for telling me about your wet panties, Elise. My panties would be wet, too, if I were wearing any," whispered Roxy between kisses, "I don't want to stain my dress. Do you mind if I borrow Steve long enough to unzip my dress?" She kept kissing me, so I couldn't really answer and she was squeezing my mound in the most arousing way, but Steve stood long enough to unzip her dress. Then she released me and stood letting her dress fall about her feet. Steve slipped her dress away as she raised her feet one at a time while I got a good look at her naked body. She was slim and lovely with womanly curves in all the right places. Her breasts although large didn't sag at all and stood out proudly, crowned perfectly by two reddish nipples that were obviously erect with arousal. Her legs were long and shapely and nestled between her legs was a sparse patch of trimmed light brownish-gold pubic hair that did nothing to hide the folds of her vulva. She was evenly covered with a light tan and very sexy to behold. Strange, that another woman would look so sexy to me, but maybe her kisses had conditioned me. I was certainly as sexually aroused as I had ever been. She reached out to me with her hands and pulled me erect to face her and Steve stepped behind me to unzip my dress. And while Steve undressed me, Roxy resumed kissing me. Her kissing was so sweet and pleasurable that I didn't even think by that point of resisting, and I didn't want to leave either. I felt Steve unfasten my bra and pull it away, and I felt him kissing my shoulders. I sighed with contented excitement and sank deeper into Roxy's kisses, which moved to showering my neck and breasts with attention. I felt my panties being pulled down, and Steve's gentle hands were at my ankles, helping me to step out of my black lace panties. I wondered if anyone had even noticed the color. I might as well have worn white cotton panties. I really can't emphasize enough how sweet and delightful Roxy's kisses were, waxing and waning from passionate to sweet and soft and back to passionate again, how she could soften her mouth and let me explore under her tongue where she was slick, soft and silky. It made me wonder if that was how it would be to lick inside her vagina walls. Then she would be exploring my mouth finding seemingly new places to lick me, inside my lips, the roof of my mouth, under my tongue and even between lips and teeth. She was such an incredibly sexual kisser that she made kissing into a sex act itself. Then Roxy was easing me back on the bed, kissing my mouth again and using her hands to touch me, her fingers roaming gently everywhere, setting me on fire with their light but artful touch. Roxy started sucking my nipples again, while her fingertips lightly exploring my pubic hair when I noticed Steve, still fully dressed, leaving the room. I started to say something, when Roxy lifted her head to look me in the eyes, "Yes, he leaves at this point, dear. He's gay and so am I. I also help him seduce young men," She grinned, "If it was a young man, I would be the one going back to the party." Her middle finger eased inside my sloppy-wet slit, "Please stay a little longer, darling, and I promise that when you walk out of here, you'll be more sexually gratified than ever before." And I believed her. I was as sexually aroused as I ever had been and she'd been doing most of the work, and right now her finger rubbing my own love juice around my clit was about to make me come. She slid her tongue across my lips and whispered in my mouth, "Please say you'll stay, Elise. If you like, I can have a young man join us the next time you come to one of our parties." I sighed as I felt my orgasm gathering, gathering as it seemed on the tip of her magic finger, "I'll stay, but if there is a next time, I won't need a young man, but I want a little more foot massage before Steve leaves." We both giggled, and then I was gasping because the orgasm that had been building in me had started, and Roxy just stayed there hovering over my face, watching me come and occasionally licking at my lips. It was a wonderful, full orgasm, the kind I always yearned for but rarely achieved. The tips of her nipples were touching mine just barely throughout the whole thing and I think contributed considerably. I liked her breasts and wondered what it would be like to kiss her nipples. She began kissing down my body, and after spending a generous amount of time licking, kissing and sucking at my breasts she kissed and licked all over my belly and lower abdomen without missing a spot. I fully expected her to go down on me next and even though I had just enjoyed a rich and full orgasm, I was by now quite looking forward to the experience. Instead, she kissed and licked everywhere on my hips but between them, only allowing herself to come as close as the fringe of my dark pubic hair. Then she began kissing all over my thighs. "Darling," she murmured, "Is it possible to do one of those splits while lying on your back on the bed?" I complied the best I could, giving her an eyeful of my pussy like I'd never shown to anyone else, "But I can't hold this long with any degree of comfort, sorry." She ran her hands over my legs and breathlessly said, "Oh, don't be sorry darling, this is such a wonderful visual treat! You can relax now to as wide as you are comfortable spreading your legs." I did, and my legs were still spread wider than most girls would be able to comfortably do. Then she went on kissing all over my legs, and I mean all over. While it was quite pleasant and arousing, I was now getting a little impatient for her to reach my pussy where I now wanted her lovely face quite badly. But I didn't say anything or give any hints; she was so obviously enjoying my admittedly muscular legs. The Carson's Party "Are you comfortable enough with the idea for me to go down on you now, Elise?" She gave me such an innocent and earnest look, and once again I was struck by the power of her beauty. I so badly wanted that classic featured face between my legs at that point. "I guess so, Roxy," It wasn't that I was feeling reluctant about the sex, but I did feel kind of worried about it coming from a woman because I had the feeling she was really good at going down on girls, and I was worried about liking it too much. I opened up about it, "I'm just a little scared that you might be so much better than any boy I ever had." She giggled, "I will be, and I know the equipment better than any man could because I have it myself - it's one of the great advantages of gay sex. But if you like sex with men, this won't change that, and believe me everyone has bisexual potential whether they know it or not. So just relax. You will enjoy this a lot, but probably not as much as I will. This is what I live for!" And she was so right! It wasn't so much that she did anything differently, although she really took her time about it - she explored every nook and cranny of my pussy as thoroughly and wonderfully as she had my mouth. It was more the passion and energy she exuded as she frenched me into oblivion, finally bringing me to orgasm using her fingers in my vagina and frantically polishing my clit with the underside of her slick tongue. As I was coming she curled her arms under my thighs and gripped the inside of my hips with her hands, riding out my throes of ecstasy in my lurching hips without every breaking mouth to genital contact. This time my orgasm was more powerful and even longer than my previous one, taking me to a new extreme. This was now the best sex I had ever had and by a wide margin. I messed up her gorgeously coifed hair with my fingers by pulling her to my pussy, but she didn't seem to mind at all, she was moaning and grunting with pleasure almost as loud as I was. Then as we settled and she showered my pubic hair with kisses she told me, "I've been doing that to teenage girls since I was thirteen, Elise, and I swear you have the sweetest most delightful and beautiful teenage pussy I've ever tasted. But I've just got to come now. Would you be a dear and roll over on your tummy for me?" She reached past me to pluck a small pillow from the head of the bed while I rolled over onto my stomach, puzzled but willing to cooperate with her relief. She positioned the pillow under my right calf and reached for jar of lubricant off the bedside stand and began lubricating the back of my calf. "I just want to fuck your gloriously lovely calf, dear, but don't worry, I intend to entertain you while I'm doing it. You're going to like this!" I thought this a little strange but believed her about my liking it. I didn't doubt Roxy's ability to give pleasure at all anymore. But I was quite surprised in the form it took. True to her word, I could feel her pussy rubbing earnestly on my calf, but in the meantime she was kissing me all over my bottom. It felt very nice but not spectacular, but then she started licking me up and down the crevice between my cheeks. This was new to me, but as it continued it got more and more pleasant especially the delicate licks all over my asshole. Then she wormed one hand under me to tease my clit with her fingertips while her other hand used two or three fingers to pump steadily in and out of my vagina. She was so multi-dexterous! I could even feel her toes clasping and rubbing my right foot! Roxy was one talented lady! As I was getting into the rhythm of it, and still as aware as ever of her fucking my gel slicked calf, she began using her tongue to probe into my asshole. She did it so gradually with little licks and stabs that by the time she had her tongue deep inside my bottom, I was enjoying it enormously and pushing my rump upward toward her face. I'm sure the fact that she was working me into another furious climax with her hands helped to boost my enjoyment considerably, but I never would have imagined that my asshole could have enjoyed her tongue so much. And as I was groaning and grunting with animal pleasure at being so thoroughly fucked and penetrated, I enjoyed an incredibly long and celestial orgasm that undulated through my body like the music of angels, like I was some heavenly bell tolling the joy of sex. I can't even say why, but I also took a very great deal of pleasure from the feel of her slick cunt pumping energetically against the thickest part of my calf muscle. Right then I knew I would have enjoyed her pussy anywhere on my body, even on my face! I heard her come hard too, and experienced an unexpected rush of pleasure at being the instrument of her joy, even though she had been the musician that played me. Then she crawled up my body and I rolled over and we kissed and rubbed our bodies together for a while, cuddling and wrapping our legs around each other. "Thank you, Elise! You gave yourself to me so wonderfully!" She said, her breath going into my mouth, and her face smelling like my pussy, "I haven't asked you to touch me, and I won't, but you may of course do anything to me that you like, and I do mean anything." "You've kept your promise to satisfy me, Roxy, and you were right. You just gave me the best sex I've ever had and I am grateful." I slid my hand down her body and ran my fingers through her sparse blondish-brown pubic hair, and while I began exploring her pussy with my fingers I added, "I would enjoy kissing your breasts while I make you come." Having felt myself up to the point of orgasm hundreds, if not thousands of times, I felt confidently qualified to bring her to climax that way, and as I mentioned earlier I wanted to kiss her breasts for my own pleasure. In the few times I have imagined sex between girls, that is what I thought of, kissing another girl's breasts. It seemed harmless and sweet and I definitely found it so with Roxy. I knew I couldn't match her as a lover, but she seemed to like the attention well enough. I enjoyed kissing her breasts and taking her turgid nipples between my lips, and I have to admit I enjoyed probing her vagina with my fingers and diddling her clit. During her orgasm, I stopped with her breasts and watched her face contort as if she was in terrible pain. It was a beautiful thing to watch and I thoroughly enjoyed the view of her face as she came, and felt a deep rush of pleasure that I had brought her to such rapture. Then I kissed her a few times and started dressing myself. My black lace panties were still soaked with pussy juice so I put everything else on and tucked them deep into my cleavage. I didn't have any pockets. The only things I had carried to the party was a ten-dollar bill and my dorm room key, which were both safety pinned inside the hem of my dress. She dressed as well, picking up a comb and using a wall mirror to tuck her hair back into place. "Elise?" she asked quietly as she turned from the mirror, "Please say you will see me again?" I chuckled and hugged her, "It may or may not be at your next party, but I promise to see you again, Roxy. You're a hoot!" "My parties," she shrugged, "or anytime you like. In the morning, in the afternoon, in the middle of the night. Anytime you like. I mean it, Elise. I want to see you again. I'm in the telephone book." I smiled and wondered if she was even half as infatuated as she was acting - it seemed quite genuine, "I promise, Roxy." "I'll buy you a car, if you'll remember to drive over and see me now and again," she insisted wistfully. I just gave her a kiss for an answer, then turned and walked out of the room. She followed me back to the party but at a discreet distance. For some reason I was feeling a little miffed at Melinda and wanted to have some time to think about why. I ran into a guy I knew from a class I'd taken a year ago, and he delayed me for almost half an hour before I could politely get away from him. I knew he wanted to fuck me, and I was tempted to let him, but I was completely sexually satiated at the time, and I had figured out why I was mad at Melinda. I wanted to find the little minx! After looking nearly everywhere, I finally found Melinda in the backyard talking to an extremely slim blonde. The blonde was very beautiful with high cheekbones and pouty lips, but as slim as a skinny boy, although her legs were so long they were sexy too. I hadn't seen Kim during my Melinda-hunt, but didn't think much of it. I figured she had some boy in a closet and was fucking his brains out. I walked up to the couple and Melinda flashed me a friendly smile. The skinny blonde looked sulky when I walked up and she gave me a look I couldn't interpret, being both hot and cool, somehow. She stalked off when I got close and Melinda watched her walk away with as hungry a look as she had given Kim earlier. I found my own head turning to admire her compact ass - was I already looking at women differently? "Sorry to interrupt," I said tersely and not feeling sorry at all. "That's all right," said Melinda quietly, "I think she is a little strange, but I will fuck her later anyway." She looked me in the eye and grinned, "Was it like I said? Did you have a wonderful time?" I hesitated, distracted by her question, "Yes, it was fantastic, as I expect you very well know, but I have a bone to pick with you!" Her face fell, but her voice was even and low, "Okay then, Elise. Do you think we could go someplace private, or does your honor demand publicly humiliating me?" "Private will do," I said. She led me back inside, then into a bathroom that was almost hidden underneath the staircase. She locked the door and turned her face up toward me, "What have I done?" then she smirked, "Or let's narrow the field. What have I done that has upset you?" "You pimped me out!" I said hotly, "That's why that woman buys you clothes isn't it? Because you bring her girls? And what a thing to do to me! I was almost on the point of giving you pity sex, and then you do this to me!" To my surprise, Melinda looked surprised, "That's just not true. Not any of it. And as for pity sex, I wouldn't want that from you. I'd take it, but I wouldn't want to," she shrugged, "In your case I just couldn't resist the sex, but I'd feel bad about it later." She stroked her cashmere sweater, "These were gifts from Roxy," she stuck out her lower lip, "She calls me her cuddly little sex toy, and wanted to see me dressed like she thought I ought to look. We have had sex together a couple of times a week for months, and yesterday she took me shopping and bought me this stuff, not that I see it's really any of your business. As for my motive, that should be obvious. I figured that once Roxy had seduced you, that you would be more open to having sex with me, that's all." I tried to shake off my irritation, since Melinda seemed to be telling the truth. I sighed, "Okay, I guess I don't have a reason to be mad at you, but I still feel a bit manipulated." She stepped close to me and touched my stomach, an oddly endearing thing for her to do, "I'm sorry, Elise. I shouldn't have manipulated you. I just wanted you to know how wonderful sex between girls could be. It's probably just a stupid schoolgirl crush, but I feel like I'm practically in love with you. I want you so badly that I masturbate about having sex with you pretty often. When I watch you in the gym, well... I get really wet, you know?" That touched me, and really turned my feelings around, and I too well recalled what I had said to Kim about that possibility earlier. Her little hand was still on my tummy and starting to feel very warm. Then before I could respond, she added, "I do feel a bit naughty about doing it to Kim. Still she really deserved it after calling me a desperate little queer. That really hurt me, Elise. And why is it that everyone calls me little? I know I'm a tiny girl, but why do people have to rub my nose in it? It's not like something I did on purpose, you know!" "What did you do to Kim?" I said, suddenly upset with her again. I felt like a yo-yo. Melinda glanced upward, "She's upstairs now, learning that she's a little queer herself. But I don't feel too rotten about it. You know as well as I do that she's having the time of her life!" I was speechless with anger at her doing that to Kim, and then realized that she was right about Kim enjoying it - she'd have to be - Roxy would see to that! And there was a certain justice to it, after all. I frowned at Melinda. I wasn't going to let her off the hook entirely, "You know, Kim is more fragile than you think, and this may have devastating consequences to her. Don't you think it is a little hateful to do anything to anyone just for revenge? You were small in doing that Melinda, and I sure as hell am not referring to your physical size!" "Yes," Melinda agreed, "And I do regret it now, at least a little. Still, she's having a lot more fun than I am right now. I'm getting verbally beat up by the girl I love and you don't seem to have anything to say to me about that." She looked up at me, and I could see she was getting upset, "It took some courage to tell you how I felt about you, and I wanted to be honest with you, so I told you about Kim..." she spread her hands helplessly, "I guess I'm not doing anything right, but I'm trying..." "I heard what you said," I grumbled, "you haven't given me a chance to say anything back yet, and I love Kim and feel a little defensive about her." I glanced at her with alarm, "Not the way you say you love me! We're just really close friends. Although after what's happened to both of us tonight, who knows what may change..." I looked back down at Melinda suddenly feeling very warm toward her again, "You know earlier when you hugged me. You know, when I first came into the party?" I hesitated to say it but then plunged on, "I liked it so much, I wanted to hug you again. You are cuddly, and I like the feel of your breasts pressed against mine." "Oh Elise!" she cried and hugged me tightly. I hadn't had a chance to bend over a little for this hug, so it wasn't the breast masher that the earlier hug was. Due to the difference in our sizes, she practically had her nose in my cleavage, well, her nose WAS in my cleavage, and I remembered my soiled panties in there just about the time she said, "Oh, Elise!" in an entirely different tone of voice. "Well, I had to put my panties somewhere... too wet to wear..." I offered feebly by way of explanation as she began kissing between my pussy scented breasts, "Now, enough of that! I've already come so many times tonight, I can barely walk; I'm so wobbly legged. Speaking of that? How can Roxy be upstairs ravishing Kim already?" Melinda obediently if somewhat reluctantly stopped kissing inside my cleavage and looked up, "Oh, Roxy is a genuine certifiable nymphomaniac, Elise. She can go at it all day and all night. I mean she has to stop to eat, sleep and shit, but that's about it. She's rich, doesn't have to work, and I'm pretty sure she spends most of her time having sex with girls. It's not just what she does, it's who she is. I bet she really liked you, didn't she?" Melinda was still hugging me, and I knew she was still sniffing my panties, and despite the truth of what I'd said about wobbly legs, I was getting aroused again because I knew how excited it was making Melinda to smell pussy between my breasts. "She said she did," I responded, "So what do you think about when you're masturbating about me?" I didn't really need to fuel Melinda's passions but I didn't really want to discuss the things that Roxy had said to me, either. Melinda kissed my cleavage several more times. I suspected she couldn't stop herself. Then she murmured, more into my bosom, "The way you look, imagining how it would be to kiss your sexy legs, but mainly I think about how wonderful it would be to eat your pussy." She looked up at me, and I knew she wanted me to kiss her. Her lips were parted and her eyes were searching mine, begging me to kiss her. Instead, I asked, "And what about Kim? I'm sure you masturbate thinking of her at times. So what do you think about when you are thinking about Kim and you know, touching yourself?" "Um, this is a little embarrassing, but, well..." she looked away from me, "It's kind of an elaborate fantasy with Kim. First see, she is holding me in her arms and apologizing about being mean to me, and she tells me that if I want it, I can eat her pussy now, and she kisses me a few times, then we stand up. She's wearing a dress and then she stands up and pulls her dress up in front of me and I see she's not wearing panties." "What color is her pubic hair?" I interrupted, interested in what Melinda thought. "I've always imagined it was red like her head, with golden highlights - really beautiful, you know. Have you ever seen her naked below the waist?" "No," I smiled, "But that's the way I imagine it, too. So what happens next?" "I get down on her knees in front of her and put my mouth on her sex, and she slowly rocks her hips back and forth, like she's fucking my face. And I guess that doesn't usually go on for very long before I have an orgasm; so that's it." Melinda looked up at me again, her lips parted and I knew she still wanted to be kissed, and she did look very kissable. So I did, with the fleeting thought of how it would be to kiss that slim blonde with her pouty lips. Melinda's lips trembled as our mouths touched each other, and then we were kissing passionately, and I wasn't feigning a bit on my part, and I knew she wasn't either. I kissed her upturned mouth like I was drinking the soul from her body and she was offering it up as fast as I could take it. Melinda was a remarkably delicious kisser with a very wet little mouth. Then I pulled back and said, "If you want it, you can eat my pussy now." A small voice in my head was demanding what the hell am I doing? Melinda slid to her knees and I raised the hem of my skirt almost to my breasts for her, then I slowly rocked my hips to and fro, squeezing my own breasts and fucking Melinda's pretty little face as she licked and explored my pussy with her lips, tongue and fingers. She was good at it, too, and I figured she had spent a lot of time learning the ways of Sapphic pleasure with Roxy, and now I was reaping the rewards of her training. I looked in the mirror to see Melinda and myself. I stood there in my high heels in a stranger's bathroom with my legs spread, thigh muscles rippling as my hips undulated to and fro, face fucking a petite blonde girl and enjoying it more than I would have thought possible. I felt like a fantastically sexual creature designed just for this sort of pleasure, and when I climaxed, I think I released more pussy juice than I ever had before. Despite Melinda's nearly frantic lapping and swallowing, I still felt warm droplets running down the inside of my thighs, and my orgasm just went on and on as did the fucking motions of my hips rubbing against the little blonde's face. And I couldn't look away from the mirror. The image of the dark-haired beauty and the lovely blonde between her legs hypnotized me. It was a grossly lewd image, as coarse as a whore giving a sailor a blowjob in a dark alley and at the same time as sublime as a heavenly angel earnestly worshiping her goddess. I am not normally narcissistic and don't usually even think of myself as beautiful. But I saw myself that way now, and I pulled my dress over my head and took off my bra to better see my body in the mirror. The bunching and moving of muscles in my hips, buttocks and thighs as I kept fucking at dear Melinda's pretty upturned face, her loving mouth filling my body with the building of another orgasm. My breasts swayed with the rhythm in my hips and still I watched me getting my pussy eaten, marveling at the beauty and eroticism of what I was seeing and wishing that Kim could see us like this... and me, so like a goddess. Then I was dribbling pussy juice into Melinda's eager, thirsty mouth again. I groaned and Melinda cried out, and I knew she was coming along with me without having even touched herself, because she had both hands on me - one hand folded and moving in and out of my vagina like a slow piston, and the other tightly grasping my buttocks as her face wriggled in my pussy like she was trying to crawl up inside me.