1 comments/ 43655 views/ 3 favorites Bethany Ch. 01 By: bi_sassy_sarah_1987 Bethany Bingham was wrapping up another day at the store. Nine hours isn't an especially long shift to be working, but some days, when one has to be up and at work by 5:00 AM, nine hours can feel long. One of her co-workers, Steve, was getting her some sandwich wrappers from the top shelf in the backroom. This was one of the few annoyances she had at work; so many things were high up. She realized that it really wasn't her co-workers' fault; first, there was no space in the store for anything. This meant a lot of stuff had to go up on top shelves just to get it out of the way or off the floor. Second, the whole world realistically couldn't be set up around the fact that she was all of 5'0 - with shoes. Overall, though, it was a nice place to work; the pay was decent and the people were nice. Not to mention her boss (also named Bethany) was a real sweetie when it came to scheduling and helping out her employees. She got the wrappers from Steve, finished the final set of sandwiches she had to do before 1:00, grabbed her handbag and punched out. Walking out the door Bethany smiled; "It's going to be another gorgeous day," she thought to herself. The weather had finally turned for the summer, and they had had four days in a row with sunny weather and 70s. Today she had actually ridden her mountain bike the three miles in to work and was looking forward to the cool and relaxing ride home. The ride home was nice and quiet. Pulling up to the garage which was attached to her little apartment, she hopped off, opened the garage door, and walked her bike in. Closing the garage door, she walked into her half of the duplex and tossed her purse onto the coffee table. She decided on a light lunch - an apple and turkey sandwich - since she was going out later with some friends. A half hour and one episode of the Simpsons later, she put her plate into the sink and took a quick look around. "Not bad, not bad at all," she quietly said to herself with a little smile. She had only been in the area for a few months and had already gotten a cozy little place put together for herself. The kitchen didn't have a lot of floor space, but the sink and appliances were all new and she really liked the look of clean black countertops with the stainless steel of the fridge, sink, stove, and her beloved coffeemaker. The dining room and living room were basically one big area. She didn't have the money yet for her TV and entertainment set she wanted, but she had just purchased a new black leather couch, and the dining set was actually a gorgeous oak hand-me-down from her parents. "Not bad," she thought again, and headed up the stairs to take a quick shower. She peeled off her cloths and tossed them on her bed, which she thought was amusingly still nothing more than a mattress with a box spring. This twin-sized "bed" was literally the only thing in her room except for another hand-me-down from her parents, a five drawer antique maple dresser. On her way to the bathroom, she briefly stopped in front of the freestanding full-length mirror which she had picked up only yesterday. It had taken her almost her entire life to get comfortable in her skin, but now at 22 she was finally able to "look herself in the mirror" and she liked what she saw. Little Bethany Bingham may have only been able to make it to 5'0 vertically, but lithe runner's build was able to run for miles horizontally. Nature may have only allotted her breasts which could barely fill an A cup, but when aroused her dime-sized nipples could get half an inch long. She may not have a whole lot for curves, but her athletic body could easily fit into the size 0 outfits which many of her fellow females only dreamed about. "98 pounds of pint-sized power and proud of it!" she thought as she smiled widely, taking one last look at herself before walking into the bathroom. Right now this was hands down her favorite room in her new home. White all over except for the brass fixtures in the sink and shower; it had an aura of quiet comfort which she some days would soak up for over an hour. Like much of the rest of the apartment, it was very plain, but in the case of the bathroom, she liked it that way and had no intention of cluttering it with anything besides the incense burner and candles she used after hard days when she wanted a long relaxing bath. This wasn't one of those days, but since she was going out later that evening she figured she should probably take the time to shave. It wouldn't take all that long though since another area where nature had blessed her was in her very light coloring and covering of hair. She had been made fun of by some bitches in college for "looking like a twelve year old;" but like everything else about her body, she had grown to love that part of her and had in fact taken to shaving off every bit of the modest amount of hair she did have under her arms and below her waist. She had decided a couple of years ago that it was better to look like a teenager than forty, so she might as well accept it and enjoy it. Her straight shoulder length hair washed, and her body once again smooth to the touch, she would have been out of the shower in under 25 minutes had she not lingered a bit too long between her legs. Bethany saw this as one of her few weaknesses. Brought up in a very conservative home, self-pleasuring was not something which was looked on favorably. College had done a lot to open her eyes, but she still couldn't shake that nagging feeling of guilt she would get when she masturbated - as much as she had to admit she enjoyed it. The feeling of smooth skin, the hormonal rush, the incredible release which her fingers could bring her; this is why she had not been able to bring herself to give it up ever since she began as a freshman in high school - even though she felt guilty more often than not after. So in spite of the guilt which she knew would probably be coming, she found her hands and fingers sliding down over the inside of her freshly shaved thighs and back up to her now silky smooth pussy. She could feel the warm comforting sensations already radiating out from her most private area as she slowly slid her right hand over her outer lips. The left was drifting up her flat stomach towards her already visibly aroused nipples. Very quickly she was leaving the outside world behind, letting herself sink into the sexual sensations her body was again enjoying. Bethany had never liked the idea of pain, sado-masochism had to her always seemed counter productive to her enjoyment of all things sensual. But she did love to have her prominent nipples gently nibbled, sucked, and massaged - the last of which her left hand was now energetically carrying out. Leaning against the wall of the shower, she spread her legs enough to allow her right hand the room to work her now slippery inner lips and vaginal hole. First one finger (her tightness necessitated a bit of a warm up) and then her customary two, she slowly began to finger-fuck herself. Her pussy was quickly moving from warm and damp to hot and wet; the increasingly intense hormonal buzz was spreading outward quickly into her abdomen and legs. The right hand was now leaving Beth's stiff nipples behind in order to go down and join her other hand; this one focusing on her now fully engorged clit. Over the next few minutes sensations were rolling over her ever more swiftly and powerfully. And soon she could feel her body beginning to physically tense - her orgasm was close now. Two fingers pumping in her, three rubbing her clit and the immediate area around it, her head tipped back against the wall, strings of her bleach blonde hair matted down on her forehead and face; she brought herself to what she new was her brink...and then she stopped. Another thing which Bethany also loved was teasing her body by bringing herself as close as she could, backing off for a moment, and then bringing herself back up and over. Her first and any subsequent orgasms felt so much more intense to her when she did this to herself once maybe twice before she finally came. Very quickly she killed the water, toweled off and ran to her bedroom - all in about 30 seconds - to finish her favorite way. Reaching into the top drawer of her dresser, her hand reached under her pile of socks and panties searching for her "little black friend." "Where is the damn thing?" she impatiently thought to herself as her body still buzzed and ached for release. After only a few moments her hand closed around her six inch anatomically correct rubber penis which was, as far as she was concerned, the perfect fit for her little frame. Practically jumping onto her bed, she briefly set aside the dildo, laid on her back, spread her legs and worked herself with her fingers until the buzz in her body was building once again. Grabbing the rubber cock, she used her juices to lube up the tip and slowly work it into her. First a few careful and slow strokes, and then building up to a nice quick rhythm, her body rapidly worked up towards orgasm. After only about a minute of penetration she was once again on the edge, this time allowing herself to completely fall into her orgasm. Her pussy and abdominal muscles clenched, spasming as her first waves of orgasmic bliss washed over her. She kept going. Bethany knew she usually had at least a few in her. Almost as soon as the first had subsided her second quickly built up and washed over her even more strongly than the first. Something in her mind regularly tripped after her first or second; instead of a warm feeling of release and relaxation an almost primal desire and lust for more overtook her. Today she wanted more. Her black dildo was sliding in and out of her effortlessly now, piercing deeply into her as she took in all six inches up the base. Orgasms were coming quickly now; spilling over her without interruption, each successive one increasing in intensity with the constant vaginal stimulation. Bethany's right hand moved to her clit, the added stimulation sending an almost electric jolt through her body. She could feel it coming now, one of the deep, body stiffening orgasms which she was lusting for. "So close..." was her one thought as her grimaced face lifted up off her mattress. And then her torso locked, her pussy clenched, a cry of ecstasy escaping from her lips as her juices squirting out onto her sheets. Her body was feeling incredible sensations, but then it happened again, something which had bugged her for weeks now. An image had entered her mind just as her last enormous orgasm was rolling over her. It was the same picture which had bothered her for weeks now and it was always the same. As she lay there, legs spread wide, her hand thrusting the dildo deep into herself, her mind's eye saw something else which Bethany found both unsettling and arousing. Instead of her own hand holding it, it was someone else's hand; the hand of a taller and older woman. Bethany Ch. 01 Copyright November 2008. Andrewxx on Literotica.com. No part of this story may be copied or distributed in any way without the written permission of the author. Bethany, I want you to read this carefully. Very, very carefully. I am talking to you and I need your full attention. I am going to take you on a journey, a path of self discovery leading to your ultimate pleasure. Along the way, I am going to show you some new experiences and share novel ideas to fire your imagination. You are sitting at your computer. Your carefully manicured fingers dance over the keys expressing your deepest thoughts and desires and committing them to the permanency of record. Your freshly washed hair cascades in front of your dark brown eyes and you deftly flick it away with a toss of your head. Your flowing mane obediently settles back and frames the perfect bone structure of your elegantly made-up face. As you type, an image forms in your mind. The edges of your lips curl up into a wicked smile and you wrinkle your pretty nose in amusement of what you are about to write. Your heartbeat is steady and regular, but as these first thoughts enter your consciousness, it senses the beginnings of your arousal and makes ready by pumping a little faster and stronger. Listen to your heart now. Steady, soft, even, relaxed. But wait, Bethany, we've just begun. The words form themselves as you look at the screen, not the keyboard. You remember your typing tutor but now your own Beacon shines. In the top left of the screen you see an image of yourself, taken by your webcam. Next to it, a larger picture of the man with whom you're communicating. You see his torso but not his face. You think to yourself, "Bloody coward. What's so shameful about showing yourself to me? Are you worried that I might recognise you, and tap you on the shoulder in the checkout queue at the supermarket? Not a chance, you're there and I'm here. We're both protected by the anonymity and lies of the Internet." So you play his game and angle the camera so your face is also hidden from his view. Tantalisingly, you ask him his name, and what he wants. He tells you his name... Michael. He tells you that he wants you to unbutton your blouse. Slowly. Give him a show. Your mind plays the sequence again and again... it always starts this way. Then you remember the colour and design of your bra that seductively comes into view. Go on... undo the top button of your blouse. Slowly....and the next one, and the next. Pause and think of me whilst you undo the final two buttons. Let your blouse fall open. Bethany, you're lovely. I can see your bra. Listen again to your heartbeat. Concentrate on your breathing. Your red silk bra sets off the colour of your skin. The under wiring lifts and supports your 34D breasts and gently moulds them into a beyond-perfect shape. Your nipples are hidden from view but your mounds are clearly seen by your ardent observer. You look at his body on screen and admire his obviously youthful frame. His muscles are firm and tight, and you wish you could run your fingers through his delicate chest hair. You like that in a man. You want none of the poncey smooth-shaven boys that pussy-foot around sex. You want a real man; a man that can take you, almost possess you. You need a man that you can get lost in; someone who will take the responsibility for your orgasm and allow you the freedom to scream as you cum. You caress your breasts through their entrapment and see your hands on screen as you watch the image of the man change. His hands are touching his body now, in synchronous movement with yours. Touch your breasts, Bethany. Gently stroke them through your bra. Caress them and feel your nipples harden. He has nice hands with long and dextrous pianist's fingers. You remember listening to your children as they learned to play the piano. It was years ago, yet only yesterday. His hands are smooth and you imagine them touching you, replacing the hands that fondle your breasts as you try to type and breathe and lust after the man, all at the same time. He asks you to remove your bra and show him your regal magnificence. You're worried about being a Rubens, but he's a Michael-Angelo and you internalise the joke. But he has paid, so deserves his reward. Slowly, you comply and undo the clasp at the front and the shape of the bra now hangs from your soft and round shoulders. Even with your low-resolution camera, Michael can still see and recognise your womanly perfection. You shake your body and the bra falls forward and to the floor. Bethany, take off your bra. Do it now. Feel how your fingertips gently brush and catch on your hard nipples, accidentally, but maybe not. You have full and firm breasts. Nature has blessed you with shape and form. Although you're almost forty years old, your body tells a different story. Your youthful vigour and good living has belittled your age to an advantageous seven years. So, you describe yourself on the webcam site, you're 32 years old, and you're believed. You don't call yourself by your real name. On screen you are Carlotta. Michael leans forward towards his screen as if he can get closer to you. He wants you and needs you as you knead yourself. His image goes out of focus as he bumps into his camera. As he stands to re-adjust it, you catch a glimpse of the lower part of his body. His cock is erect and of a good size. You estimate a comfortable 7 inches. And it's a nice girth too. You think you could get your hand around it, but only just. As you continue to rub your breasts and tweak your nipples, he begins to rub himself again, this time he knows that you're watching him masturbate openly. His left hand cups his dangling balls and cossets them as his right hand masterfully controls his cock. It slides up and down, up and down, up and down, working with a strong, steady rise towards a climax. You admire his cock and feel almost jealous of his hands. You wish it was your hand cupping his balls and stroking his manhood. You adjust your camera and focus it on the waistband of your short skirt. In this webcam dance to climax, you have regained his attention as he watches you undo the belt that hugged your midriff fall out of sight. And now your beautiful fingers easily manipulate the button and zip of your skirt. As it slips down your thighs, you wiggle your hips to aid its passage. Resistance is useless as it submits to the inevitability of gravity. Stand up, Bethany, and take off your belt and skirt, but no more... not yet. I want you to wait and build up your climax, which you know you will not deny. How's your heartbeat? You're wearing the thong that matches your bra. Normally, you don't wear any underwear at all, so you're ever-ready. But you're wearing the uncomfortable garment just to make a show of your figure. It decorates your slim hips with a fine silk string, and your pussy with a pink silk triangle. But whilst the bra silk was a plain fabric decorated with lace, the thong is a soft satin that catches the light. You feel the outline of your pussy lips through the fabric, and Michael is entranced. Bethany, feel the outline of your pussy lips through the fabric. Take your time. Nice and slow, pressing gently but firmly into your mound. Keep going...don't stop - allow your pleasure to build. As you caress yourself, your mind returns to the faster-moving hand holding the engorged prick on the screen. You can sense Michael's excitement as he can sense yours. Are you excited now, Bethany? Well, if you are, move the cloth covering your pussy to the side and touch your lips with your fingers. Concentrate on the feeling of skin against skin. Warm, moist and musky, your pussy responds to your touch as your fingers explore the inside sticky folds of your labia. Michael sees what you're doing and matches you stroke for stroke. As you rip off the troublesome textile to enable your needy thrusts, Michael's hand becomes a blur. You gasp as now two fingers enter you, deeply sloshing in your juicy hole. It's so rude. But you want more to put out the fire that rages inside you. A third finger stretches you as you seek your clitoris with the other hand that spreads open your hood to allow your thumb to pound your button on each stroke. The whole of your cunt responds to the incessant beating your hand provides. You continue onwards and upwards to manipulate yourself towards your climax. You are standing but your legs are weak and unsupportive. You collapse to your chair with your legs open, providing the camera and Michael with a view of only your pussy and hands... the rest of the world is irrelevant to both of you. Think of my hand doing what yours is doing now. Think of my fingers moving in and out of you with my thumb on your clitoris. Think of my heart beating in time with yours. Visualise my cock being rubbed by you. Your wetness coats my hand as you cum again and again and we share the sound of your moans and the sucking sound of your pussy dragging me in, stroke after drenched stroke. Cum for me, Bethany, cum for me now. Let your body overflow with passion. Call out my name. You look at the screen and see yourself pleasured by your own hands. Your pelvis bucks up to meet your thrumming hands as they draw your orgasm from your body. Your mind reels as you look at the screen and watch Michael pull his cock and drive him into a frenzy. His head is pulsing with blood and has turned a shade of plum. He has entered the purple zone. It wouldn't be long now. His hand felt like hers and his imagination ran riot as he watched Carlotta cum on his screen. She had a look about her that resonated with his soul. It was almost as if he knew her, despite the obvious fact that he was here, and she was there...wherever "there" was. Are you watching, Bethany? Watch as he cums for you. You are his muse, his creativity, his idol, his goddess. He's cumming for you, just as you are again. Cum together with him on screen, and with me in your mind. Cum, darling Bethany, cum now, cum now. Cum, now. Bethany Ch. 02 (This fictional story is a continuation of the first chapter of what may become a "Bethany" series. Comments and suggestions are more than welcome, and I hope you all enjoy reading them as much as I like writing them!) _________________________________________________ Bethany lay there as her body began to wind down and relax (a very pleasurable feeling of warm release all through her body) while at the same time her mind brooded over that image which bothered her so much. She couldn't deny that the image on some level intrigued and aroused her, and that's what worried her. "I'm not like that," she kept telling herself over and over again. Bethany knew that American culture at large saw nothing wrong with it, in fact over the last few decades much had been done to liberalize societies sexual norms and mores, but she had been raised to view such thoughts and actions as morally wrong and had for these last few weeks done her best to drive this thought from her mind. Feeling rather guilty and determined to think about something else, she got up, buried her dildo back under her socks and panties, and got dressed. The psychological and physiological process she felt today wasn't all that different from what it normally was for her; she'd get aroused, masturbate, and once she came back down from her post-orgasmic high would feel guilty. A lot of the time she'd considered throwing away her dildo and trying abstinence from all things sexual, but her resolve would never last. Bethany would try to bury her passions like she buried the dildo in the sock draw, but after awhile they would always come bubbling back out of her, sometimes explosively. This new "fantasy" (she cringed at the thought of it) only made the persistent guilt worse. Over the next few hours she busied herself with housework and laundry, doing her best to leave this latest mental struggle in the past. Around six, Bethany realized that she had better get ready to go out with her friends to that new club they had found downtown a few nights before. Considering the smaller city they lived in, this was a true big city club and tonight was ladies' night. She always thought it amusing that the girls always got the breaks at the clubs on drinks and didn't mind it one bit. This club specialized in martini's, and tonight she would be able to get them for only a buck a pop, unless of course some brave guy was "nice" enough to buy her one. She wasn't oblivious to the games many guys played, but she was more than happy to let them buy her drinks. She just wasn't interested in dating right now nor was she interested in casual sex. She was going out to have fun, and was looking forward to a long night of conversation, dancing, and laughs. "I better get ready before the girls get here. I wouldn't let myself into CO2 with shorts and a t-shirt," she smiled to herself. Going through her closet she decided on one of her black skirts, a loose sleeveless white top, and her black heels. Bethany really loved those shoes, not only did they add two inches to her, but they were really rather comfortable for heels – at least her feet would wouldn't be throbbing by the end of the night like they would in her other set of heels, vividly recalling the pain in her feet after her sister's wedding reception two years ago. A simple silver chain and hoop earrings completed the ensemble. Ten minutes later the girls arrived. A year ago she had known none of them, but since she had moved here four months ago they had grown together fast. Bethany and these three girls all liked to have fun, were generally laid back, and got along very well together. The other three had arrived in Jessie's black Grand Prix At thirty-five she was older than the rest of them, had been married for fifteen years, and had four kids; the other three girls jokingly called her "mom." The other two, Karla and Kasey, were twins. They were both raven-haired former college volleyball players who still played in local leagues three or four times a week. Bethany looked up to these two girls, and not only because they were a foot taller than she was. She looked up to them because at 27 they had already together established a thriving local athletic equipment store which was comfortably in the black. This is how she had met these three girls. As a regular customer she had gotten to know the twins and become friendly with them. But it wasn't until Jessie had begun to come to the store three months ago that their little group had begun to form. Jessie had just had her fourth a year ago and had gotten tired of the weight she had put on over the last 15 years. She came in to look for some help on how to loose the baby weight. The twins had taken her under their wing as they did many of their customers giving her tips, advice, and a discount on the elliptical Jessie ended up buying from them. Knowing that Bethany was a regular runner/biker, they had also pointed Jessie in her direction. So for the last two and a half months Jessie and Bethany had been regular biking buddies, riding the roads and trails in their area together and getting to know one another quite well. Jessie had thrown herself into working out and had up to this point lost almost 20 pounds. They had even decided that they might start running together over the next couple weeks. "Mom" was feeling better than she had in years, was only 10 pounds away from where she was when she got married, and had confided to Bethany this last week that her loving and stable marriage had also begun to get hot again. Life was going well for all four girls, and they were fast becoming good friends. This last month they had started to go out occasionally together to restaurants, clubs, and movies at the encouragement of Jessie's husband of all people. He was ecstatic at how his wife had begun to make some good friends and was developing a life outside the kids and house. He had been encouraging her for weeks now to take the occasional "girl's night" and have some fun. So at Jessie's instigation they were going out tonight to CO2 to relax, bond, and have fun. "Ready to go Squirt?" Jessie shouted from her car. "Yeah, hurry it up Kid!" Kasey teasingly added. Bethany didn't mind the ribbing. They new she was comfortable with her size. And she knew that if the chips where down and anyone ever tried to mess with her, that unfortunate person would have one tough mother and two athletic amazons swooping down on him or her. "Hold on, you old farts!" Bethany threw back at them flashing a huge grin. "Old? I'll have you know that I'm just starting to hit my stride young lady!" retorted Jessie. "Not to mention Karla and I could toss you around like a Barbie!" added Kasey. Not missing a beat and thoroughly enjoying the back and forth, Bethany laughed and shouted back as she locked her door, "Hey, it's not my fault that I look that good!" All four were laughing now as Bethany got in the car and they drove off to the club, merrily sharing this day's news and gossip on the way. Bethany had purchased the first round of martinis and they had all settled down into their own little booth to drink them and scope out the club and people. So far Bethany liked the place; it was clean, the music was good but not deafening, and the selection of martinis was enormous. There were a few cute guys floating around apparently single, but she was content to just look for now. The twins were recounting their most recent day and the customer who had apparently smitten Karla. "So how cute is cute?" Jessie asked leaning in and looking fascinated. "I thought you were as straight as an arrow when it came to your choice of gender." "I dunno." Karla sheepishly said as she stared straight into her drink. "Oh come on sis; you were positively gaga the entire time she was in the store. There is no way she couldn't have noticed how flushed you were when she asked you for help picking out some free weights," prompted Kasey. "Ok, ok, so she was nice on the eyes," admitted Karla, "But I wasn't gaga." "Nice on the eyes!" laughed Karla, "She was a hottie and you know it!" "O wow..." whispered Jessie, "You both? I would have never guessed." "I know, I know, Jessie, we come across as too "normal" to be like that don't we?" Kasey sarcastically chided Jessie while smiling and playfully grabbing her hand. "Well its not that I think there's anything wrong with it," a flustered and apologetic Jessie responded, "I just didn't figure you both to be, ya know, lesbians." "Oh don't worry about it 'mom,' a now smiling Karla said reassuringly, "It's not a problem, we're not offended are we sis? In fact, since you've lost all that weight you've gotten pretty cute yourself. How 'bout you Beth, you have any thoughts on all this?" Bethany had been quietly listening the entire time just trying to absorb the new revelations. Just like Jessie, she didn't see anything particularly wrong with being gay, it was just different, and she didn't see herself as being that way at all. "I dunno. I'm ok with it, I don't think I could ever picture myself with a woman, not my cup of tea I guess...I guess to each their own preferences." "So you don't think either me or my sister are cute at all? Or Jessie for that matter?" prodded a smiling Kasey. "Oh yeah!" fired back Bethany with mock seriousness, "I want to jump right into bed with all three of you for a night of decadent lust filled sex!" At that point all four busted out laughing hysterically, and that was the end of that conversation. They spent the next few hours talking about the girl's business, Jessie's kids, Bethany's job, music, and everything else a good group of girlfriends would talk about. At around 11:30 and after a whole lot of martinis – except for Jessie who had stopped at two since she was driving – they decided to head home. Jessie had to get the kids up the next morning for school and the twins had to be responsible adults and open the store at 8. Talking, joking, laughing, and feeling more than a little buzzed, Bethany wandered out to the car with the other three. She was quite happy she didn't have to think about how she was getting home, or for that matter how she was going to get herself up tomorrow morning since she didn't work. They all piled into the car with Jessie driving. Kasey insisted on shotgun since she was determined to continue her debate with Jessie about who was going to win this year's American Idol. This put Bethany and a half-asleep Karla I the back seat. Karla had had a couple more than the rest of them and was really beginning to show it, getting quite huggy and cuddly with "the three greatest girls on the face of the earth!" On the road, Bethany was actually listening rather intently to Kasey and Jessie as they continued to debate the ins and outs of Idol, when she felt a sudden weight on her shoulder, Karla had fallen asleep. For no real reason she could think of, Bethany tensed up at the sudden incidental contact between her and Karla, not sure of how to handle her inebriated friend's body against hers. While she was still trying to figure out what to do, and as Kasey and Jessie continued their friendly debate, they hit a bump and Karla slumped over Bethany's lap. The jarring woke Karla up just enough for her to decide to use Bethany's lap as a pillow, and after readjusting herself to what she apparently thought was comfortable she fell right back asleep. Under normal circumstances this would have simply been a instance where Bethany would have just rolled with it and probably gotten the other two's attention so they could give Karla more than a little crap for passing out; but the combination of her own alcohol consumption, the evenings earlier revelations, and Karla's right hand which was now under her left thigh were all together having a physical effect on her which kept her from moving, much less saying anything to the other two in the front. "Stop it!" she tried to berate herself, but her own intoxicated and now fairly uninhibited body was responding to the physical contact. The hand under her upper thigh was feeling quite nice and was within a couple inches of her warming pussy. Her body was betraying her, and her resolve to not enjoy this was starting to fade. She could feel her nipples beginning to press up tight against her bra, her pussy was beginning to slicken, and she prayed she wasn't as flushed as she felt. Then Karla shifted, apparently deciding in her sleep that she needed to readjust her "pillow." Her hand slid further under Bethany's leg, briefly brushing her pantied pussy, and pulling Bethany's left leg toward her as she curled up on the back seat, completely oblivious to the effect she was having on her human head rest. The brief contact sent a shock through Bethany's body, the buzz of the alcohol now mixing with the familiar buzz of her rising hormones. She desperately wanted to get home so this distressing situation would come to an end, yet she was still more than lucid enough to realize that she was also beginning to get quite horny, and it was a girl doing it to her! The last five minutes home seemed interminable, as she struggled to get her body under control and regain her composure. Only once in that time did either of the two girls up front direct any conscious thought to Bethany and Karla in the back seat, and it was Jessie simply asking which one of two roads was the quickest back to Bethany's place. At last they reached the duplex and parked out front. "Oh my God!" laughed Kasey as she turned around to say goodbye to Bethany, "Karla's passed out!" "Yeah I know," replied Bethany trying to sound as calm as she could. Jessie looked and simply sat there trying not to laugh too much at the situation, and both her and Kasey seemed to busy giggling to notice the heightened state of arousal which Bethany was feeling. "Just push her off you," said Jessie between giggles. "I would, but she's kind of hugging my leg here" answered Bethany exasperated. "Hold on a sec," said Karla as she hopped out of the car and opened the door on Karla's side to help Bethany pry her twin loose. "She is so going to get major crap for this, you guys better not let her off the hook either," laughed Kasey again as she finally pulled her sister off Bethany. Bethany quickly got out of the car and did her best not to hurry through goodbyes despite her overwhelming urge to run into her duplex. Leaving Karla still sleeping soundly in the back seat and the other two girls giggling away in the front, Bethany turned and walked as calmly as she could into the house. Walking in, she closed and locked the door behind her, leaning against it with her eyes closed. "What the hell is going on with me?!" her mind screamed to her. She gathered herself and walked up stairs to her room and quickly removed her clothing throwing it in a pile on the floor. She went over to her bed, slipped into her nightshirt, and walked back to her dresser to get a fresh pair of panties. She reached into the open drawer and her hand brushed up against her cool black dildo. Before she could stop herself her hand closed around it and she took it out. She was too far gone now, the hormonal passions in her body too intense for her to just sleep it off. She needed release. Bethany wasn't thinking about anything else, the cocktail combination of martinis and hormones were driving her actions now. She didn't even bother to remove her nightshirt as she lay back on her bed and spread her legs. There would be no foreplay tonight, no real need for a warm up either. It took only moments for her to work enough of her personal lubrication onto the shaft of the dildo for it to slide in and out of her freely. She was hot, moaning, and flushed. The fabric of her shirt rubbing against her hard and pronounced nipples was adding noticeable extra stimulation. Soon it was only one hand pumping the fake cock into her, the other was alternating between her breasts and clitoris. It wouldn't be long and she knew it. The familiar tensing of her body, her abdomen and pelvic area feeling like it was becoming a tightly wound spring. And then the image, but tonight it was different. As she came closer and closer to her orgasm she saw in her mind's eye Karla's long black hair flowing freely around her bare shoulders. Her slightly sagging grapefruit sized breasts bounced freely as she fucked Bethany with a strapon. And then she came, a long, deep explosion radiating outward from her legs throughout her body, she kept fucking herself, visualizing Karla's lust-filled face gazing back at her. She came again, stronger than the first, her moans filling the entire apartment. She imagined what a long passionate kiss from Karla would feel like, and came a third time as she continued to pound herself hard. Bethany lost track how many times she came that night as she fantasized about making love to Karla. She awoke about 3:00 AM feeling cold. She realized that she must have fallen asleep almost immediately after she came her last time, whenever that was exactly. Her nightshirt was still bunched up around her waist, her legs lay flat and spread open across her bed, and her dildo – though not in her – was still between her legs. She briefly got up, tossed the dildo onto the floor, pulled down her sheets and crawled into bed, utterly unsure of what she thought or how she felt; and it was in that same frame of mind that she fell asleep.