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Beyond Game Night Pt. 01

By: loverofFUN



Author's Note: I just wanted to say how much I appreciate everyone who has voted, taken the time to leave a comment or sent me an encouraging message about my stories. Thank you! I hope y'all enjoy this little tale that has been bouncing around inside of my head for a little while. All characters and events are fictional. 

Of course this story includes sexually explicit material and is intended for adults, so if you are not at least 18 years of age or are offended by sexual material, well, you've been warned...for those that stick around, thank you for reading, feel free to comment and give feedback and please remember to vote! 

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"The category is words," Jenn announced and gave everyone at the table a glimpse of her infectious smile. "And the word is... aretaloger. Aretaloger." 

It was Saturday night...but not just any Saturday night. Tonight was the first Saturday of the month which meant game night for the three married couples. It was a tradition going back for the past three years and they all did their best to try and honor it. So far they'd been having a very enjoyable evening aided by delicious food, snacks and of course plenty of alcohol. They'd been at it for over two hours and with the exception of Lori, everyone had consumed just the right amount of beer or margaritas so that one of their favorite games, Beyond Balderdash, should be a lot of fun to play. 

Lori was the first one to hand her completed slip of paper to Jenn who was 'the Dasher' for this round. The redhead palmed the folded piece of paper and winked at Lori before draining half of the rather strong margarita that sat in front of her. The blonde-haired Lori gave Jenn a polite smile in return and reflexively took a sip of her Diet Coke. She was the designated driver tonight. She absent-mindedly looked around the table, waiting for everyone else to finish. 

In the seat to Lori's right was her husband Jon. He was busy writing, covering his work with his other hand so no one could see his answer. Next to him at the head of the table was their host Brit - short for Brittany but nobody who knew her ever called her that - who was scowling thoughtfully at the blank paper with the tip of her tongue sticking out between her lips, her tell that she was deep in thought. Right next to Brit was her husband Will. He handed his slip of paper to Jenn - the comparison of their hands looking comical. Will was a really big guy, dwarfing everyone else at the table, but he was also a complete teddy bear. Lori politely returned Will's good natured grin as her eyes moved on to Jenn who was finishing her drink and then on to the chair to Jenn's right at the other end of the table which was Jenn's husband Patrick. Patrick was handsome, easily the best looking guy in their group. He was also the funniest and most playful...and when he got drunk definitely the perviest. He handed his slip of paper to his wife, gave her a kiss on the cheek and then got up to go to the kitchen for another round. 

Everyone finally finished up and turned in their slips of paper to Jenn as Patrick came back in the room with a tray full of cold beers and the pitcher of margaritas. As the group replenished glasses and accepted fresh bottles of Corona Extra, this turned into an excuse for a bathroom break as well. Will and Jon helped themselves to another sandwich from the platter in the kitchen and after fifteen minutes, the game was finally ready to resume with bladders emptied, stomachs full and a fresh round at hand. Jenn quickly sorted through the scraps of paper and read each one, making sure she could read everyone's handwriting so that she wouldn't stumble on any words. She shook her head a few times and chuckled at some of the definitions. 

"Alright...the word is aretaloger," Jenn announced. She opened the first slip of paper and cleared her throat. "Aretaloger - when married women rub their nipples together." 

All three men immediately busted out guffawing like adolescent boys. Jenn started laughing as well while Lori rolled her eyes. Brit giggled and slapped her husband playfully on the arm with a mumbled "you wish, big boy" and everybody had a good laugh. 

"Aretaloger," Jenn opened the next slip of paper with a grin and read, "is the term used to define the art of MILFs giving each other naked massages." 

Again, the three men hooted and howled and both Jenn and Brit rolled their eyes, but were tipsy enough that they couldn't help but laugh along with their spouses. Completely sober Lori didn't see nearly as much humor in the answer. Jenn opened the next slip of paper and waited on the men to settle down. 

"Aretaloger," the redhead read aloud, "is the name of the tool archeologists use to brush away dirt from artifacts." 

Everyone nodded in appreciation at that one and considered that it might be the actual definition. 

"Aretaloger," the redhead read the next one, "term used to describe when a smoking...I tried, but I'm not reading the rest of this." 

"Awww, c'mon," Patrick whined, giving it away that it was his. "You have to." 

"Read it," Will bellowed in his deep voice and then bellowed it again in an even louder, deeper voice until his diminutive wife punched him in the gut. 

"Just get it over with already," Brit told Jenn and then held her fist up to her large mate who cowered away from her. The both broke up laughing at each other and then the short, curvy brunette downed the last of her margarita. 

"Fine," Jenn smiled sweetly and then kicked her husband in the shin under the table. Patrick yelped as she started reading again. "A term used to describe when a smoking hot redhead motorboats her friend's big, gigantic titties." 

Jon ended up choking on his beer when he started laughing. He was laughing, coughing and slapping his hand down on the table which made Patrick and Will started laughing even harder. Brit started giggling as well which caused her large breasts to noticeably shake and jiggle which made Jenn start to laugh, too. Everyone at the table joined in on the laughter, except Lori who was finding all of the Sapphic sexual innuendo a little tiresome. 

"Can we get to the last two definitions, please?" Lori asked when the laughter finally started subsiding. 

"Aretaloger," Jenn tried to stifle her last few giggles as she nodded her obedience and read, "means the one who boasts about his or her own accomplishments." 

"Aretaloger," the redhead repeated as without hesitation she flipped to the next slip of paper and read it aloud as well, "is the name of the Celtic god of apple trees." 

"Wow," Brit nodded her head slowly. "Some of those are pretty good." 

"I know," her husband agreed. "Motorboating? Come on, how creative is that?" 

"Exactly," Patrick pointed his finger in agreement from across the table and a new round of chuckles started. 

"That's all of them," Jenn announced over the boys' laughter with her pencil ready. She shuffled the papers back through and looked around the table. 

"Can you run through them again?" Jon asked and then gave a sly look at Patrick before adding, "And please read them slowly." 

Will and Patrick cheered and whistled as Jon laughed and held his arms up. 

"Really, Jon?" his wife turned towards him with an expression that let everyone at the table know Jon had just taken up residence in her dog house. 

"I'm just kidding," Jon dropped his arms. "Come on, hon - it's a game. We're just having fun." 

"Can you run through them again, please?" Lori turned back towards Jenn and made it a point to ignore her husband. 

"Sure," Jenn replied cheerily. "Aretaloger...married women rubbing nipples, MILF nudie massages, the archeologists' tool, hot redhead motorboating, the one who boasts and...the Celtic god." 

Jenn turned to her husband. "Which one are you voting for?" 

"Let's see...nipple rubbing or naked massages?" Patrick pondered aloud. He looked at his wife and smiled. "I gotta vote for the smoking hot redhead motorboating her friend's tits!" 

"Why am I not surprised?" Jenn shook her head with a grin and marked it down that he was voting for his own answer. She looked up at Lori. "Lori?" 

"I'm voting for the one who boasts," Lori informed the redhead and knew she had guessed the actual definition by just the shadow of a frown that pulled at the corner of Jenn's mouth. If no one had guessed the real meaning of the word, Jenn would have gotten two points. 

"Jon?" Jenn looked up at Lori's husband who still seemed to be a little upset. 

"Archeologists' tool," Jon said quietly and took a swig of his beer. 

"Brit?" Jenn looked down the table just as Brit stood up. 

"I have to pee," Brit announced as she headed towards the hallway that led to the bathroom. 

"Vote first," Jenn called after her. 

"Alright," Brit stopped for a moment just inside of the hallway where only her husband and Jenn could see her from the table. Grabbing the hem of her dark grey t-shirt, Brit turned around to face the two of them with a mischievous smile. She pulled her shirt up and flashed her very large bra-covered breasts as she started walking backwards. "Put me down for redheaded motorboating!" 

Everyone (with the exception of Lori) at the table laughed at Brit's answer, but Will and Jenn both laughed just a little harder. They shared a quick look of 'can you believe she just did that' and shook their heads. Jenn finally got her laughter under control and turned to Brit's husband. 

"Will?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. 

"How can I go against my wife's wishes?" he smiled at her with a glint in his eye. "Now exactly how was that worded? Something along the lines of a smoking hot redhead and motorboating big boobs?" 

"Big, gigantic titties," Jenn corrected him as she recorded his vote. Was she really all that surprised that her husband's ridiculous answer actually received two votes? Not at all. 

They waited until Brit came back and then Jenn went over the results. Patrick and Lori were tied for first place. Patrick received two points for the votes from Brit and Will for his motorboating answer (his vote didn't count). Lori received one point for guessing the correct answer of the one who boasts about his or her own accomplishments and another point for her husband's vote for her answer about the archeologists' tool. 

Everyone was ready for the next round when Lori stood up and coolly announced she and Jon were calling it a night. The group erupted with everyone speaking at once. Patrick and Will were apologizing and promised to cut down on the silly answers while both Brit and Jenn explained that it was only ten thirty and they didn't get to hang out that often, so please stay longer...until Lori held up a hand to silence them all. She explained that she had a headache and that she was sorry, but they were leaving. Final decision. 

Lori walked over and quickly hugged Brit and then Will. She looked at Jenn. "Are you guys coming?" 

Jenn shared a look with Brit. "No, I think we're going to stay a while." 

"Okay," Lori nodded and gestured for Jon to grab the last of their things. She stopped and looked at Jenn again. "But no drinking and driving, right?" 

"Of course not," Jenn shook her head. 

"No way," Patrick spoke up as he stood and put his arm around his wife's shoulders. "If we don't call a cab, we'll just crash here or something." 

"Y'all are more than welcome to stay here tonight," Will spoke up. "And you know that means y'all can too, Lori." 

"Thanks, Will, but we're going to go," Lori smiled politely. She walked to the door and turned around. "Thanks for a fun evening." 

The chorus of 'okays' and 'byes' and 'be carefuls' followed the couple out the door. After they watched the headlights swing out of the driveway and start down the road, Brit spoke up. 

"Oh, shoot," she said suddenly. 

"What?" Jenn asked with sudden concern. 

Brit looked at her with a smirk. "Did Lori remember to take her stick?" 

Will looked at his wife with confusion. "What stick?" 

"The stick she had up her ass tonight," Jenn finished for her friend and the four of them laughed. 

Patrick disappeared into the kitchen as the remaining two women went back and forth asking each other rhetorical questions about what could have been Lori's problem tonight while Will just sat there listening. Patrick reappeared with four shot glasses and a bottle of Fireball. 

"I'm not letting her ruin the rest of our night," he announced. He poured each of them a shot of the spicy cinnamon-flavored whisky. "We don't get a chance to get out very often and the kids are at Jenn's parents for the weekend, so I'll be dipped if we ain't going to enjoy the hell out of this." 

"I say hell yeah to that," Brit agreed and carefully bumped her shot glass against Patrick's and then Jenn's. They all downed their shots and without asking Patrick poured each of them another. They said another quick cheers and downed their second round of shots. 

"Take it easy there, bubba," Jenn cautioned her husband when he started to pour a third. "Pace yourself...okay?" 

"Alrighty then," Patrick gave her a silly grin. He was good and buzzed as it was. 

"So...do we keep playing?" Will asked the rest of the now smaller group. 

"Yeah, I want to keep playing," Brit nodded, but then shook her head. "But not this...I don't want to have to think that much. Let's play something fun and easy." 

"Like what?" Jenn asked and turned her head to include the guys. 

"Scattergories?" Will suggested but nobody responded. "Apples to Apples? Cards Against Humanity?" 

"Strip poker," Patrick suggested with a grin and tried to grab his wife's butt, but he was thwarted by a smack on the hands. Jenn turned to give him a secret look that suggested she was definitely interested, but later. 

"Truth or dare," Brit suggested with an evil laugh and Will traded a look with Jenn that said maybe his wife was just as drunk as her husband. 

"Maybe we'll just watch a movie or something," Jenn suggested. 

"Y'all figure it out," Will announced and excused himself to go to the bathroom. 

Jenn mentioned a couple of movie titles but received boos and thumbs down from both her best friend and her spouse. The redhead waited for the other two to make suggestions, but of course neither of them spoke up. She shrugged and went into the kitchen for something else to drink other than a shot. When she came back into the dining room carrying a bottle of beer she found both her husband and Brit making faces and setting their shot glasses down. She shook her head and took the bottle of cinnamon whisky off of the table and handed it to Will who was coming back into the room. 

"Here," she told Will. "Hide this, please." 

"Really?" he asked with a shake of his head. 

"Really," Jenn confirmed and then addressed the guilty pair. "And I'm not cleaning up anyone's puke tonight either." 

"Puke, schmuke." Patrick announced loudly with a bit of a slur and smiled. "I'm rain as right." 

"I don't think anybody's getting sick tonight," Brit agreed with a smile and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at her husband. She was apparently not as drunk as Patrick after all. 

"So," Will cleared his throat after his wife came over and wrapped her arms around him. The top of her head barely came up to his chin. "Uh, y'all just want to call it an early night?" 

"Might as well," Jenn chuckled. Patrick came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her from behind, but ended up leaning a little too much bodyweight on her. Jenn staggered for a second and had to brace herself on the table, but managed to remain standing. She turned and ducked under his arm, putting it around her shoulder. 

"Guest bedroom," Will pointed down the hall. "You need some help?" 

"That's okay, I got him," Jenn smiled and moved her husband's hand off of her breast as she turned and helped him stagger down the hall. They went past the bathroom and on into the guest bedroom. 

"I want to sit by the fire," Brit whispered up at her husband. 

"I think I can manage that," he said quietly and leaned down to kiss his wife. She slipped her tongue inside of his mouth and he straightened back up and gave her a knowing smile. 

**** 

Jenn was actually every bit as horny as her husband had been acting. 

Not a big surprise - she always felt a little extra frisky when she drank and she'd been maintaining the perfect buzz for over an hour now. She quickly slipped off her yoga pants and then her shirt while Patrick collapsed on the bed and struggled to get his shorts off. She leaned over and began kissing him as she helped him unsnap his shorts and pulled his zipper down. Between the two of them, they finally managed to get his shorts and underwear off and she climbed on top of him. He ran his hands up and down her back as they began kissing in earnest. 

She could feel that her husband wasn't fully aroused yet, so she slid down his body, kissing his smooth chest and abs on her way down to his cock. She played with him and took him in her mouth and tried just about everything she could think of to get him hard, but he wasn't responding. She moved back up to kiss him again, but he was already passed out. "You've got to be kidding," she whispered to him, but he didn't respond. 

She sat up on the bed in her bra and panties as Patrick started to snore. 

Jenn sighed, unhooked her bra and let the straps slide down her arms. She leaned over and tossed it onto the wingback chair in the corner and picked up her discarded t-shirt. She paused for a moment to run her hands up her ribcage and then cupped her breasts, feeling their weight in her hands. The familiar ache in her swollen nipples tempted her so she brought her fingers up to give them a pinch. Jenn looked back down at Patrick for a moment, and then through the haze of alcohol decided she really needed to pee. 

She sighed. 

Her annoyance with her spouse for passing out was close to matching her growing sexual frustration. She climbed off of the bed and started whispering out loud to her husband. "Damn it, Patrick - you picked a hell of a time to pass out on me. I'm drunk and I'm horny." He responded with louder snoring. She grumbled to herself as she slipped her t-shirt back on and started to move to answer the call of nature once again. The thought popped into her head that maybe while she was in the bathroom she would just see to her own needs. 

Jenn quietly opened the guest bedroom door and noiselessly slipped out into the hallway and tiptoed towards the bathroom. Right before she entered the bathroom she paused when she noticed a kind of flickering light coming from the direction of the front the house. After using the facilities, washing her hands and borrowing some mouthwash, Jenn crept back out of the bathroom and stood for a moment trying to figure out what that light might be. The more she concentrated on it the more she thought it was coming from the direction of the den. The rest of the downstairs lights in the house were off...maybe Brit had left one of those big scented candles burning. 

Still feeling a really nice buzz, Jenn crept quietly down the hall. She didn't know exactly why she was sneaking around in her best friend's house like this, but it probably had something to do with the alcohol and her state of unquenched horniness. The combination of the two made her feel restless which made her act much bolder than she normally would. Not that Brit would mind or care. Not only was her best friend one of the most gracious hosts Jenn knew, but Brit was easily one of the most open and easygoing people she had ever met. The further down the hall Jenn crept, the more identifiable the light was...it had to be the fireplace. She now had a sneaking suspicion that Will and Brit had retired to the den rather than their master bedroom. 


Beyond Game Night Pt. 01



Jenn was just dying to know for sure whether or not her best friend was getting luckier than she was. 

Jenn got to the end of the hall where it opened up into the dining room. There was a doorway to her right that led directly into the kitchen and another doorway in the far corner that opened up directly into the den. Jenn hesitated at the end of the hallway for a moment. She was all too aware that she'd always had a little bit of a voyeuristic streak in her. She'd discovered it in college. It had been the source of some wild times, but now that she was older and wiser she resisted acting on those impulses...well, maybe more like she hadn't acted on them in a very long time. She was a married woman with kids so she knew better than to take risks if there was even the slightest chance of getting caught, but tonight the margaritas and shots of Fireball had her inhibitions just low enough to at least take a look-see. 

She crept silently across the dining room, being careful not to make any noise by bumping into a chair or the table. She actually got down on her hands and knees as she approached the doorway that opened up into the den. In her buzzed state Jenn felt like she was some kind of ninja. She was taking every precaution not to get caught, but she didn't know if Will and Brit were even in the den. Nonetheless, this was exciting and she could feel that the gusset of her panties was damp with just the anticipation of possibly sneaking a peek at her friends. She crawled right up to the doorway and then stuck her head around the corner for a look. 

There was a fire going in the fireplace like she had suspected, but the rest of the large room was dark. By the firelight she could see the back of Will's head about a dozen feet away. He was tall enough that even slouched down his head stuck up above the back of the couch. The couch was in the shape of a large extended U that faced both the fireplace and the entertainment center next to it. Will was sitting in the corner of the deep couch that was directly in front of the fireplace that was also closer to Jenn's position. He looked relaxed as he had his long arms spread out on the back of either side of the large sectional. Jenn didn't see Brit anywhere and wondered if she'd gone to bed. Jenn steadied herself and then slowly stood up, ready to bolt back to the guest bedroom at the first indication that Will knew or sensed she was behind him. 

As Jenn got to her feet in the doorway, Brit's head came into view. 

Jenn's breath caught sharply in her throat and she put a hand over her mouth so as not to make a sound. She stood absolutely still as she watched her best friend open her mouth and take the head of her husband's cock between her lips. Wow. The thought had crossed Jenn's mind before on whether or not Will was 'proportionate'...and uh, well, that would be a definite yes. Jenn slowly removed the hand that had been covering her mouth and then leaned against the frame of the doorway. She knew she should quietly backtrack and get her ass back to the guest bedroom so their hosts could enjoy their fun, but her curiosity was keeping her rooted to this spot. 

Even through the haze of her buzz she was having a hard time wrapping her mind around the fact that this was actually happening. Will was undressed with the exception of his boxer briefs and had his large dick sticking out of the crotch-flap thingy. Brit had stripped down to her boy short panties and Jenn took a long look at the brunette. She had to admit her best friend looked great. She'd mentioned that she had been hitting the tanning booth and the gym and Jenn thought it definitely showed. Brit had her long, dark hair pulled up in a ponytail so that both Will and Jenn had an unobstructed view of her large breasts that were currently resting on the tops of Will's thighs. 

A random thought danced across Jenn's consciousness that she was spending a lot more time admiring Brit than she was Will, but she just mentally shrugged it off. She wasn't going to go down that path right now. Both of her friends were hot, she mentally insisted. Even though she knew she shouldn't, Jenn kept watching. She just couldn't seem to help it, she was seriously turned on right now as evidenced by the wetness that she could feel had started running down the inside of her thighs. 

The redhead subconsciously licked her lips as Brit pulled her head back to start running her tongue around the head of her husband's cock. Jenn leaned a little more of her weight against the doorframe to try and get more comfortable and froze like the proverbial deer in the headlights. She had been intently watching Brit take as much of her husband into her mouth as she could when the brunette shifted and made direct eye contact with her. Jenn could literally see Brit grin around the girth of Will's cock. Any further doubts that her best friend wasn't necessarily looking at her were erased from Jenn's mind when Brit winked at her. 

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Jenn didn't know what she should do. Well, the rational part of her brain certainly did - about-face, high tail it back to the bedroom and laugh it off in the morning. As embarrassing as it might be, she could easily explain how she had heard a noise and was just drunk enough to stand there a little too long or something along those lines. 

The only problem was that the brunette had stopped orally pleasing her husband and stood up. She was standing directly in front of Will, but those blue eyes were staring at Jenn. Jenn couldn't take her eyes off of her curvy friend. The flickering light of the fire was creating patterns of dancing shadows that did nothing but increase the eroticism of what Jenn was witnessing. The large breasted brunette had always complained about her struggles with her weight, but her recent efforts in the gym had turned her physique into that of a voluptuous pin-up girl. Brit slowly ran her hands up her thighs and over the curve of her hips. She then lightly stroked her fingertips along the underside of those full, rounded breasts. 

Jenn has seen glimpses of her friend's tits before when they had gone shopping for bathing suits, but nothing like this. Brit's amazing boobs had only the slightest sag to them and she obviously tanned in the buff as they were the same dark tone as the rest of her body. Jenn continued to stare as her friend slowly ran her hands back down over the curve of her hips and then paused to reach back and squeeze her ass cheeks. She brought her hands back up to rub the outside of her breasts and then pinched both of her nipples. Jenn could hear Will quietly groan at his wife's display and she herself was mesmerized as she continued watching her best friend's hands roam back down to her curvy hips. This time Brit hooked a thumb into either side of her panties and slowly pulled them down over her ass and thighs until they were able to drop to the floor around her feet. 

Jenn didn't think she could move at this moment if she wanted to. 

Brit looked amazing...and sexy...and unbelievably fucking hot. Jenn just stood in the same spot and practically held her breath as she silently observed her buxom friend climb up onto the couch and mount her well-endowed husband. Will reached his hands around to cup his wife's ass to help her adjust her position so that he was lined up with her entrance. Brit had not taken her eyes off of Jenn the entire time. She had both hands on the back of the couch as Will's cock finally slipped past her slick lips and sank into her pussy. She let out a low moan as she slowly sat back to fully impale herself. She sat still for a few moments, Jenn guessed to get used to her husband's size maybe? Jenn really wasn't sure, but she did know that she liked the fact that Brit was sitting up and had begun playing with those glorious boobs again. 

The redhead continued watching in silence as Brit began slowly rocking her hips back and forth while she cupped and massaged her large breasts. They were definitely more than a handful as they didn't even come close to fitting into Brit's hands. Jenn squeezed her thighs together to try and get some kind of relief from the delicious ache between her legs that was becoming stronger the longer she stood there and watched. The redhead couldn't stand it anymore and tried to inconspicuously bring her hand over to cup her mound through her panties. 

It seemed like this is exactly what her best friend had been waiting on because as soon as Jenn touched herself, a smirk flashed across Brit's face and she gave the redhead a quick nod. Jenn froze again. Brit's smirk actually turned into an eager grin and she gave Jenn another head nod of what seemed like encouragement. Finally snapping out of her dazed condition, Jenn scowled a questioning look back at the brunette as if to ask an unspoken, what? 

Brit widened her eyes a little bit as she slowly rocked back and forth on her husband's lap. She gave Jenn a more exaggerated and determined nod of her head and then lowered her eyes to look directly at the crotch of Jenn's panties as if to say, that's what...now get busy! 

Jenn hesitated, but then went ahead and slowly moved her hand up and then back down to slide down her stomach and slipped it inside the waistband of her panties. Her fingertips rested at the top of her mons as some distant memories started to awaken. She hesitated and gave Brit a doubtful look. Brit's face lit up in a full blown smile and she nodded her head up and down a few times as she began to rock a little faster on top of her husband. Jenn was more excited and nervous than she had been in a very long time. She licked her lips and took a small step back towards the entrance to the dining room. She wanted to be able to duck away and hide in case Will suddenly turned his head. 

With her knees literally shaking, Jenn let her hand slide down lower and she almost had to bite her tongue to keep from moaning out loud as her middle finger slid through her neatly trimmed pubic hair and parted her slick folds. Her index finger was on the outside of her labia on one side and her ring finger was on the outside of the other. She closed her eyes for a moment and had to brace her left hand on the door frame at the exquisite sensation she gave herself as she gently squeezed the fingers of her right hand together. She opened her eyes to look at Brit and the curvy brunette was actually moaning low in her throat. 

She looked directly into Jenn's eyes as she said in a low voice, "Uh-huh...just like that." 

The redhead knew Will thought his wife was talking to him, but she was pretty sure that Britt's comment was directed at her. She couldn't believe this was happening. Jenn really liked sex...a lot. She and her husband had a fantastic sex life when they managed to find time for it. She supposed she was like most red-blooded married women with children in that in a pinch she took care of her own needs when she had to - she just never thought she'd be doing it while secretly spying on her friends having sex...or with her best friend watching her play with her pussy. There were so many things going through her mind right now as she stood here in this darkened room with her fingers rubbing up and down her slick lips...but the one that kept jumping to the forefront was where this might be going. 

Was this going to be like it used to be...a long time ago? Or was this nothing more than just a silly, drunken little spectacle? But what if Brit expected her to do more than just watch? Was she somehow being invited to have a threesome? 

As her excitement continued to build, Jenn had no idea what this was and didn't she really care right at this moment. She pushed the tip of her middle finger into her wet, sticky entrance. She watched Brit squeeze her large breasts together and a thought suddenly popped into her head. She wondered what those tits would feel like...if they were pressed up against her own breasts...what that hard nipple would feel like if it touched her own nipple. Jenn pulled her finger out and then pushed it in just a little further. Fuck, she was wet. Jenn pulled her nectar coated finger all of the way out and trailed it up the flesh of her inner lips until it touched her engorged clit. She gasped and bit her lip as she began to make little circular motions around the swollen nub. 

Brit put both of her hands on the back of the sofa and leaned forward so that her boobs were practically covering Will's face. He moved his head around until he had captured one of his wife's nipples in his mouth as Brit stared directly at Jenn until she had her attention. Brit paused and closed her eyes in a moment of pleasure as Will did something she really liked to her breast. Her eyes fluttered back open to find Jenn giving her a questioning look with raised eyebrows. Brit mouthed the word 'off' to her and looked pointedly down at Jenn's panties. She looked back up into Jenn's eyes and mouthed it again. "Off." 

It had to be the alcohol...her inhibitions always lowered whenever she drank. That was the only thing Jenn could think of as to why her fingers moved to the waistband of her panties like they had a mind of their own. Jenn was still making eye contact with Brit as without thinking she pulled her panties down and let them fall to the floor. In this moment, the reward of Brit's huge grin made Jenn feel so good...proud even. She liked the feeling that somehow she was pleasing her best friend. That feeling of performing, of pleasing someone with her actions caused Jenn to hesitate. A wicked sense of déjà vu was tapping into some really vivid memories from college that she hadn't thought about in a very long time...naughty memories that she not only cherished, but had never shared with anyone. 

Her mind snapped back to the here and now when Brit moaned. 

The brunette continued to slowly roll her hips on her husband's lap and gave Jenn a firm nod and then lowered her eyes to look directly at the redhead's pussy. Even though Jenn felt a little self-conscious, it wasn't even close to being a match for the level of excitement she also felt. It had been such a long time since she had felt like this...she moved her hand down to touch her pussy again. This time her hands moved slower. She wanted Brit to see her. Jenn dipped the tip of her finger into her center. She took her time to make sure it was nice and coated. She cocked an eyebrow at the busty brunette as she pulled the finger out and brought it up to her lips. Without hesitation she popped it into her mouth to lick her nectar off of it. She and Brit shared a sly grin. Her curvy friend nodded her head in approval. 

Jenn thought it was unbelievably exciting to do be doing this for an audience...again. 

She brought her hand back down and pushed the tip of her finger back inside of her pussy up to the second knuckle. She slowly drew it out and Jenn moved it up to touch the pulsing ache of her pearl. The redhead had to bite her lip to stop from groaning in pleasure as she started making slow, deliberate circles around her swollen clit. Jenn had to lean against the doorframe to support her weight and she pulled the hem of her t-shirt up and put it between her teeth to ensure that Brit could really see what she was doing. The cool air swept across her already aching nipples and made them even harder. She moved her legs further apart as she brought her other hand down. Jenn slowly pushed a finger into her core as she continued rubbing her clit. She was getting really close and by the rhythm of Brit's movements she could tell that her friend was too. 

"Fuck," Will groaned loudly interrupting their silent encounter. "I'm gonna cum, babe." 

"Me too," Brit informed him quietly as she stared at Jenn. She gave Jenn a firm nod. "Don't stop, baby...I'm gonna cum too." 

Jenn continued touching her pussy for Brit as the brunette worked herself on her husband's lap. Brit rolled her hips faster and faster and then reached down between their sweaty bodies to start rubbing her own clit. Will groaned even louder and cupped her ass. She felt Will's cock begin to throb as it released inside of her, but Brit continued to thrust her hips and rub her pussy. She sat up straighter to give herself better access to her clit as her orgasm started to bloom. She closed her eyes and let out a small moan as the sensual waves of pleasure cascaded over her. As the last quivers of her climax subsided, Brit opened her eyes and looked up. 

Jenn was gone. 

**** 

Coffee...bacon...melted butter...maple syrup. 

"Mmmmm," Patrick groaned and rolled over to spoon his wife's back. He inhaled to take another deep whiff of those wonderful aromas. "That has to be like the world's greatest alarm clock." 

Jenn stretched and yawned in agreement as a slight headache in the very back of her skull announced itself. She reached behind her and patted her spouse on the thigh. "Advil would make me happy." 

Patrick thought about protesting that he could use a healthy dose of ibuprofen as well, but instead kissed his wife on the back of her neck and crawled out of the bed. He was gone for about five minutes before reappearing in the doorway of the guest bedroom with two steaming mugs of coffee, a bottle of water under his arm and a bottle of Advil held under his chin. He bowed his head formally like a gentleman and presented his offerings to his sleepily smiling wife by handing her one of the mugs and letting the water and bottle of pills drop onto the bed. 

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you," Jenn exclaimed after taking a sip of coffee. She closed her eyes and took another sip. She paused long enough to down four Advil with half the bottle of water and then offered them to her husband who did the same. After another luxurious sip of dark-roasted bliss, she asked, "Why exactly is drinking so much fun?" 

"Ask me tomorrow," Patrick replied as he pulled up his cargo shorts, "or at least after breakfast. Brit said we have five minutes to, quote 'come and get it or it's our asses' unquote. Breakfast is served." 

"Well, Brit is going to have to wait," Jenn announced as she got out of bed. "I need a shower." 

"Okay," Patrick called after his wife and hesitated when he noticed she was bare-assed under her t-shirt. Huh...Jenn hadn't slept in her panties? He shrugged and headed towards the smell of pancakes and bacon. "It's your ass, hon...it's a nice one, but it's still your ass." 

Jenn took her time under the hot spray of the shower. She washed and conditioned her hair and then scrubbed her body with Warm Vanilla Sugar body wash. After rinsing she just stood and let the hot water flow over her body. Last night seemed almost like some kind of dream...a rather sexy dream. She couldn't believe she had stood there and done that. She was dreading breakfast - more to the point she was dreading having to face Brit. At least the awkwardness would be somewhat alleviated a little by the presence of Will and Patrick. Maybe after a bite to eat she could convince Patrick they had to head home and they could make a quick exit. 

Feeling almost human again, Jenn dried off and then stood holding a towel up to her naked body as she looked at her small pile of yesterday's outfit. It was certainly no big deal to throw on the yoga pants and t-shirt she wore last night...just until they got home anyways. Jenn knew she could even get away without wearing a bra if she had to as long as her nipples didn't get hard. They were kind of hard to miss whenever she was cold or aroused. Still, her bra was perfectly fine so it was a nonissue. Her problem was her underwear. Jenn opened her purse and picked up her panties from last night. They were still somewhat damp and she could smell her arousal on them at arm's length. No, that wasn't going to do...commando it was then. She stuffed them back in her purse and pulled her yoga pants on sans underwear. 




Beyond Game Night Pt. 01



After quickly fastening her bra and slipping her t-shirt over her head, she managed to get a brush though her still damp hair. She opted to just put it up wet in a ponytail. After a final look in the mirror and a deep, calming breath, Jenn opened the bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway holding her empty coffee cup. It suddenly reminded her of the path she'd taken last night in the dark which made her cringe a little in embarrassment. She heard the clink of dishes and some classic rock song playing quietly so she walked towards the dining room. It was empty. She peeked around the corner towards the doorway that opened into the kitchen. Brit was standing at the sink rinsing dishes and loading the dishwasher. Where were the boys? 

"So I guess it's my ass then?" Jenn announced herself. 

"You got that right," Brit nodded, but then turned around and smiled. "Mornin', sunshine." 

"Good morning," Jenn replied with a bit of an awkward smile. 

"You want some more coffee?" Brit offered by taking a step towards the pot. 

"Uh...yes please," Jenn groaned with a genuine grin. 

Brit grabbed it and filled Jenn's mug and then topped off her own. "Sorry about breakfast." 

"Oh, no, that's okay," Jenn shrugged. "My own -" 

"Totally kidding," Brit slapped her arm playfully with the towel she had dried her hands on. She stepped over to the stove and opened the oven door. Using the towel as an oven mitt, Brit took the plate out that had been warming. It was loaded with a stack of pancakes and several pieces of crispy bacon. She set it down on a placemat on the island. "Careful the plate is hot." 

"Thanks," Jenn smiled appreciatively and sat down on the stool in front of the plate. 

"Butter?" the brunette asked as she held the fridge door open. "Syrup?" 

"Yes, please," Jenn nodded and then munched a piece of bacon. She closed her eyes with a murmured groan at how delicious it tasted. "Oh, my gosh...this might be the best bacon ever." 

"Not even close," Brit giggled as she set the condiments down in front of her friend. She perched herself up on another one of the cushioned stools with her mug of coffee in front of her. "That's the hangover talking, but I'll take it." 

"Mmm...so good," Jenn nodded and then took a large syrupy bite of warm, fluffy pancake. She hummed her approval. This was exactly what she needed. 

"Just what the doctor ordered," Brit smiled and sipped her coffee. "And just so you know - I had to fight the animals off for that plate." 

"I am so thankful you did," Jenn smiled back and then looked around the kitchen. "Uh, where are the animals?" 

"The gym," Brit said simply. "Will convinced Patrick that a good steam was the only real cure for a hangover." 

"Ah...gotcha," Jenn nodded in understanding and because she couldn't think of anything else to say stuffed another bite of pancake in her mouth even though she was already starting to feel full. 

"So..." Brit changed subjects and then asked just as casually as if she was talking about the weather. "Was last night fun or what?" 

Jenn coughed and thought she might choke for a second and then quickly realized her friend was probably referring to the whole evening. She swallowed her mouthful of pancake and quickly replied, "Uh, yep...absolutely. That was a lot of fun...I just wish Lori would have been in a better mood." 

"Yeah," Britt chuckled hard enough that her boobs jiggled under her thin t-shirt. "I guess game night was pretty fun too." 

Jenn managed to finally swallow the lump in her throat as she stared down at her food. She could feel her cheeks burning with a blush so she picked up her coffee mug and held it to her lips to partially hide her face. Brit's original comment was definitely referring to post-game night. 

"Jenn," Brit said warmly and leaned a little further over the island which ended up causing her large chest to literally rest on the island itself. She reached out her hand and covered the redhead's with it. "Relax, okay? This definitely does not have to be weird or anything like that. 

"A little late for that," Jenn mumbled. 

"Don't do that," Brit replied sweetly. "I'm being sincere - this is so much more than okay that I can't even describe how okay it is. Okay?" 

"Really?" Jenn replied sheepishly as she looked up at Brit through her eyebrows. 

"Jennifer Anne," Brit said firmly and waited until Jenn made eye contact. "Seriously? This is me you're talking to. Me. There is absolutely no way in hell I'm gonna let a little drunken fun have any negative effect on our friendship. You know me better than that." 

"You're right," Jenn admitted with a relieved smile. She covered Brit's hand with her own and gave it an affectionate squeeze. Brit smiled back and then she giggled. Jenn started giggling too and soon the two women were in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. 

"Oh, my goodness," Jenn was finally able to say between giggles. "I just...I can't believe..." 

"Can't believe what?" Brit asked with another giggle and sly grin. She reached out a hand to gently squeeze Jenn's forearm to emphasize her words. "How fucking hot it was?" 

This made them crack up all over again, but Jenn was finally able to get herself under control. 

"No, no, that I -" 

"Uh, excuse me?" Brit suddenly stopped laughing and raised her eyebrows expectantly. "You did not just say that. So I'm not hot?" 

"What?" Jenn asked. She didn't say that, did she? She was so confused. "I...I didn't say that." 

Brit kept the serious expression on her face for another few moments before finally breaking down and laughing again. "Oh, Jenn...you poor baby. Sometimes you are just too easy." 

"Ugh!" Jenn growled. "And sometimes you're as bad as the boys, you sassy bitch." 

"Compliment," Brit said with a smile and licked her finger and pretended to mark some imaginary scorecard in the air, "taken." 

"And for the record - yes, you're totally hot," Jenn smiled and then stuck her tongue out. She was warming up to the playful conversation and getting over her reservations about discussing last night. 

"Thank you," Brit stood up from the stool and curtsied. 

"What I was trying to say," Jenn continued as Brit sat back down, "is...I can't believe I did that." 

"Why?" Brit shrugged. "I can." 

"Is that right?" Jenn doubted. "Since when do you know me better than me?" 

"That's not what I'm saying," the brunette stood up walked to the entrance to the den carrying her coffee cup. She stopped and waited for Jenn to follow her. "Last night was just one of those things where the stars lined up or whatever." 

"More like a full moon," Jenn muttered as she followed Brit into the den. 

They set their mugs of coffee on the coffee table and crawled up onto the luxuriously deep and ultra-comfortable couch. Jenn appraised Brit out of the corner of her eye as they squirmed around to get comfortable. She was dressed the same as Jenn in yoga pants and a t-shirt. The redhead supposed she had probably noticed the weight loss at some point, but she guessed there was nothing like seeing someone naked to truly appreciate a change in appearance like that. 

Brit really looked great...she'd always been beautiful and of course she was busty as ever, but by dropping a few pounds she had much more of an exaggerated hourglass figure now. She covertly shifted her gaze over to the other end of the couch and she felt just the slightest twinge of...excitement. That was the corner of the couch where her best friend had been riding her husband and she had watched. Her eyes shifted a little higher to the doorway beyond that led to the dining room where she had been standing...and Brit had so intently watched her masturbate. 

"This is fun," Brit smiled at her. 

Jenn turned back towards her friend and politely nodded in agreement although she really didn't know what Brit was referring to. 

"I mean this," Brit waved her hand back and forth between the two of them, knowing she needed to clarify. "You know...you and me, chatting...no filter. I'm just really glad you're not all weirded out." 

"Oh, I'm definitely weirded out," Jenn corrected her with a nod. "But whatever, it happened...so we may as well just be adults about it." 

"No," Brit corrected, "we'll be friends about it." 

"Yeah, you're right," Jenn agreed with a smile. They started to fall into a bit of an awkward silence while they each took a sip of coffee before Brit spoke right back up. 

"So I'm just gonna throw this out there," she grinned. "Best orgasm in a long, long time." 

"Brit!" 

"What?" the brunette shrugged. "I'm just being honest...and whew, was that some truth last night." 

Both women laughed. Brit continued to make Jenn giggle with some funny faces and exaggerated nods to emphasize her point. Jenn took a deep breath when she finally felt she had worked up enough courage to go ahead and ask. 

"And exactly why was it so good, may I ask?" 

"Are you kidding?" Brit looked at her like she really was joking. "You...that's why." 

"Me?" 

"Well...yeah," the brunette nodded like it was a fact. "Holy smokes, Jenn - do you have the first clue how freaking hot it was to have you watching us?" 

The redhead looked up at the ceiling. "I am so embarrassed." 

"Why?" Brit asked. "When you started getting yourself off, I mean...I can't even begin to tell you how unbelievably sexy that was." 

Jenn covered her face with both hands and mumbled something. 

"Jenn," Brit scooted a little closer to her friend and put her hand on the redhead's arm. "Seriously, don't be embarrassed. I wouldn't make this up...I thought last night was amazing." 

Jenn moved two of her fingers apart and peeked at her best friend through the gap. 

"It's really not a big deal," Brit continued. "And why wouldn't it be hot? Think about it. Sex with my husband? Check. Excitement ratcheted up by being watched? Check. The watcher is my beautiful, sexy best friend? Check. Beautiful sexy best friend gets herself off while I get to watch her - uh, check and fucking mate!" 

Jenn's hands moved away from her face and the two of them laughed. 

"My turn to ask a question." 

"That's what I was afraid of," Jenn groaned, but then sat up straight with a sigh. "I guess fair is fair." 

Brit pursed her lips. "Why did you come to the den? You already know I'm glad you did, but I'm just curious as to...why." 

"I was pretty buzzed," Jenn explained, "and Patrick passed out before we even got started. I went to use the bathroom, saw the light of the fireplace...and just, I don't know...wandered in." 

Her best friend nodded but then her brow furrowed for a moment as if in confusion. 

"What?" 

"Nothing," Brit said quickly and picked up her coffee. "I totally get it. Hell, as horny as I was I probably would have crawled in bed with y'all if Will hadn't been up for it." 

This caused Jenn to laugh nervously and Brit politely chuckled along with her. 

"It's just..." 

"Just what?" 

Brit considered her response and then she looked at Jenn with a small smile. "I don't know. I guess I just had this feeling like there might have been more to it than just that. I'm not even sure why...but I want you know you can tell me - anything. And I mean anything." 

Jenn looked at her friend and then quickly looked away, but Brit didn't miss the little something that flashed in the redhead's eyes. 

"You know I'm not here to judge you, Jenn," Brit continued. She reached out her hand and gave Jenn's knee a reassuring squeeze. "Maybe I'm wrong, but I thought it would be, I don't know, nice I guess if I could understand...really understand, ya' know?" 

Jenn studied Brit's face for a moment as she ran through all of the possible responses in her head. There was any number of excuses or plausible explanations she could throw out there...but the truth? She did have to admit that Brit seemed really sincere about listening and understanding. Maybe this would take their friendship to another level if she actually confided in the brunette. Jenn took a deep breath and let it out as a slow sigh. 

"Honestly?" 

"Well, yeah," Brit made a face like she expected nothing less. "You know you can tell me anything." 

"I...I, uh..." Jenn started, but then hesitated. 

"Jenn," Brit said softly and then reached over and took her friend's hand. "You can trust me." 

"I..." Jenn paused to clear her throat. "I, uh, kind of like to watch." 

"You do?" 

Jenn's cheeks blushed and she looked down and nodded. "And...I...uh...I like to be watched, too." 

"Really?" Brit asked and then grinned. "That's actually really hot." 

Jenn bit her lip. "But not watched by um, just anybody." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well," she swallowed. "It kind of goes back to something that happened in college." 

"It does?" Brit's eyebrows rose. "Will you tell me about it?" 

Jenn hesitated. 

"Jenn," Brit lowered her voice. "Please?" 

Jenn sighed again. "Okay." 

**** 

"I guess you could say it started junior year," Jenn explained slowly as she kept her eyes on her hands that were mindlessly picking at the edge of the throw in her lap. "See, I was still in the dorm junior year...and...I had this roommate." 

"What was her name?" Brit asked. 

"Huh? Oh...Amanda," Jenn seemed almost startled by the question. She looked up and studied Brit's face for a moment. "Her name was Amanda Mallard." 

"Amanda," Brit repeated quietly. "Okay, go on." 

"Anyways," Jenn resumed. "We had been roommates since second semester sophomore year. We were friends and all that - not best friends, but good friends. She was a good roomie...cleaned up her messes, polite, respectful. You know, just a good person to live with." 

"Uh-huh," Brit said quietly trying to keep Jenn talking. 

"And so...well, now that I think about it I guess it actually started at the end of our sophomore year...that spring semester," Jenn corrected herself and her voice got just a little quieter as she started to remember. 

"I suppose I was like any normal sophomore in college. It had finally sunk in that I was really away from home. School was school and I had good grades and all that, but I was also starting to focus a lot more on spreading my wings a little bit. It was a smaller school, but there was still a pretty hardcore party scene there if you looked for it. It was all just so exciting because I was experiencing new things that I had never experienced before, you know?" 

Brit nodded. 

"I learned beer was a cheap buzz, but tended to make me puke...that I really liked vodka and cranberry juice. I also found out that I hated whiskey and marijuana didn't do a whole lot for me other than give me a wicked case of the munchies," Jenn smiled wistfully as she talked and vividly recalled these experiences. "It was getting towards the end of the semester and I started to play around and explore sex a little bit. I was really inexperienced - like, I was still a virgin inexperienced. I actually remained a virgin until my senior year when I met Patrick, but that's another story altogether." 

Brit and Jenn shared a smile and a quiet chuckle at that. 

"But virgin or not I was intent on pushing my boundaries," Jenn continued. "You know, the typical stuff - lots of making out and dry humping...and then I took a really big step and let a boy touch my boobs under my shirt for the first time. Doesn't sound like a big deal, but that was huge for me...and fun. After a few more dates I kind of got caught up in the heat of the moment and before I knew it I was letting him suck on my tits. That was like so scary, but good-night, it felt fantastic. Of course he pushed and pushed and I finally let him in my pants and he fingered me." 

"Pretty overwhelming stuff," Jenn shrugged slightly. "I was way over my head, too...didn't have a clue what I was doing. I actually almost let him go even further, but just about freaked when he started to get on top of me. I made him take me home. That had been way too intense. I knew I needed to slow down, but...I mean it felt so fucking good and it was just really, really exciting." 

"I can only imagine," Brit sympathized. 

"Keep in mind I had zero experience with sex," Jenn explained. "I grew up in a really strict household and I had never felt anything like when he touched me...down there. I was a mess. So I ended up confiding in my best friend about what happened and how close of a call it had been. I told her how confused I was and worried about going too far in the heat of the moment and I asked her if that was normal. She reassured me that it was and told me it was fine, happens to everyone. She told me that if I wanted keep a firm grasp on my honor, but continue to play around then the key was to have fun but stay in control." 

"Sound advice." 

"It was," Jenn agreed, "But of course I had no idea what she meant...so she explained the easiest way to do that was to fool around, but at the end of the night to get myself off. I didn't have the first clue what she was talking about - and yes, that means I had never masturbated before." 

Brit nodded and just listened intently with a small, encouraging smile on her lips. 

"So I asked her to explain," Jenn replied with a nod. "I knew she was cool and wouldn't make fun of me or anything. She laid it all out on the table for me...what to do, how to do it. She stressed that I needed to explore and understand my own body. She told me I needed to find out what felt good to me. She told me I could play around and have fun with the boys, but it was a heck of a lot easier to stop things before they went too far if I had that to look forward to." 

"She even laughed and I started to get mad at her until she explained she wasn't laughing at me, she was just thinking that when I had my first orgasm it was going to change my life," Jenn chuckled quietly. "I pretty much didn't know what she meant, but I was pretty eager to find out." 

Jenn paused to take a sip of her coffee and made a face. Brit quickly excused herself and carried their mugs to the kitchen and came back with two bottles of water. After they each took a drink, Jenn continued her story. 

"It was finals week and the next afternoon I finished up early. I knew my roommate wouldn't be back for at least an hour...so I finally had some privacy. At first it was super awkward and weird and I was ready to just forget the whole thing, but then I was finally able to relax a little bit and..." Jenn's voice trailed off and she grinned. "Well, let's just say my friend had been all too right. I got myself off and had my first orgasm and it was...mind-blowing. I couldn't believe I had been missing out on this." 

Brit grinned along with her friend and hazarded a guess. "So you found a new hobby?" 

"Hobby? More like an obsession," Jenn laughed. "I was a total fiend. I mean there was only like a week of school left and I knew I had all summer to you know, 'explore' in the privacy of my bedroom at home...but I swear I couldn't keep my hands off of my pussy. I was horny like 24-7. I felt like...I don't know, like I couldn't control myself." 

"So anyway, the next night my roommate and I stayed up cramming for hours. It was late, we were exhausted and finally agreed to call it a night," Jenn went on. "It was late spring and the weather had really warmed up and the air conditioners in the dorms weren't great so we both slept in t-shirts and panties. Keep in mind that I had already gotten myself off that morning in the shower...and again after lunch in a women's restroom in the Science Building, but I was still really horny. So, I'm just lying there in the dark under the sheet with my eyes closed waiting for my roommate to go to sleep so I could touch myself. I can remember my hand was literally shaking in anticipation." 

"It felt like I waited forever," Jenn leaned a little further back into the couch. "In reality it was probably only like twenty minutes, but I couldn't stand it anymore and decided Amanda had to be asleep. I slowly inched my hand down into my panties, trying to be as quiet as I possibly could. I think I was practically holding my breath I was trying so hard not to make a sound...but...it was weird." 




Beyond Game Night Pt. 01



"Weird how?" Brit asked quietly to encourage her friend to keep going. 

"Not really weird...it's just...I realized that I liked it," Jenn said with a little embarrassed grin. "I liked that I had to be quiet. I found it to be really exciting that I had one hand in my panties and the other one up my shirt while Amanda was like only five feet away from me in the other bed. I mean it made it so much more intense." 

"That's not weird at all," Brit smiled at her. "I think everyone loves that thrill of possibly getting caught." 

"I guess..." Jenn started and stopped. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that it wasn't the thrill of getting caught that was turning me on so much. It was this...desire I guess you'd call it. I wanted her to catch me. I wanted her to wake up and know what I was doing. I wanted her...to just totally watch me." 

"Oh my," Brit sighed and pretended to fan herself. "That's not weird - that's fucking hot, Jenn." 

"It is?" 

"I think so," Brit nodded. She could say more, but she wanted Jenn to finish. "So then what happened?" 

"Well," Jenn replied quietly. "I ended up having the quickest, but most intense orgasm ever. I mean it was like as soon as I touched my clit - boom, I came on the spot." 

"Seriously?" Brit asked wide-eyed. 

"Uh-huh," Jenn confirmed. "It didn't take a degree in psychology to figure out the obvious...it was because Amanda was right there. Just having her in the same room with all those thoughts of wanting her to watch me and stuff...I mean it got me off big time." 

"We're home!" the side entrance that accessed directly into the garage slammed and Will's loud voice interrupted Jenn's story as he announced their arrival. They could both hear Will and Patrick chatting and laughing as they walked through the kitchen and came closer to the den. 

"Halt!" Brit called out without turning around and held her hand out towards the doorway that was behind her like a traffic cop. "Girl-talk going on in here...stay out." 

"What?" Will had stopped at the doorway. "But hon, -" 

"Out!" 

"Come on, Brit, we were gonna watch the game on the big -" Will didn't get a chance to finish his plea as a small throw pillow from the couch hit him in the face. 

"I said out!" 

"Okay, I guess we're watching the game in the family room," Will told Patrick and then paused to say a little louder over his shoulder "On the small TV!" 

He started to grin at Patrick when another throw pillow hit him in the back of the head. 

**** 

"Back to your story," Brit gave Jenn a little victory smile and moved a little closer so the redhead could lower her voice. 

"Okay," Jenn smiled self-consciously and hesitated as she thought. "So...I guess that's when I just kind of instinctively knew." 

"Knew what?" 

"I knew that Amanda..." Jenn shook her head with a slight grin for a moment. "Somehow I knew that she had been awake the whole time." 

"Shut up," Brit whispered with a conspiratorial smile. "She was?" 

Jenn nodded. "I remember laying there trying not to breath too hard or make any noise. I was coming down from my bliss, just enjoying the afterglow. It had been so good...my pussy was still throbbing. And then I froze when I heard Amanda let out this little sigh. Then I distinctly heard her roll over and I'm pretty sure she went to sleep." 

"Wow." Britt raised her eyebrows. 

"That's not even the good part yet, Brit," Jenn chuckled quietly. 

"It's not?" Brit sat up straighter and leaned forward and Jenn was pretty sure her friend didn't realize it, but her large breasts were now pressed firmly against Jenn's forearm. "Oh my gosh...this story is so good." 

Jenn smiled and shook her head. Her best friend was crazy. 

"You can't stop now," Brit whined. "Jenn...you have to go on." 

"Okay, okay," Jenn grinned and paused to take a drink of water. "Needless to say I was completely and utterly freaked out. I don't think I slept a wink that night. I mean I just knew the absolute worst case scenario was about to happen. I was going to come back from my exam and the whole dorm was going to know what I did. I had these weird visions of people holding picket signs in front of my room calling me a freak and a slut...I was practically a basket case." 

"Awww, you poor baby," Brit sympathized quietly. 

Jenn smiled at her. "Of course all that stress was for naught. Nothing happened. Nobody was looking at me and whispering. I got back to our room and Amanda was just her usual self. Friendly, sweet, thoughtful - she acted like nothing was wrong. Like nothing had happened. I thought maybe I had imagined her sighing and rolling over the night before." 

"Did you?" Brit almost whispered. "Imagine it, I mean?" 

"No," Jenn shook her head. "I knew it had happened. I was sure of that. I had no doubt Amanda had listened to me masturbate. At the time, I didn't know what to think. So I didn't. I had one more exam to worry about, so I put it out of my mind and just focused on studying. Amanda was done with her exams and ended up going out with some of her friends to blow off some steam. I had just brushed my teeth and was getting ready to go to bed when she got back. She wasn't a big drinker, so she wasn't drunk. I mean I could tell she was a little buzzed, but it was no big deal." 

Brit had scooted far enough over so that her thigh was touching Jenn's and she was practically leaning on the redhead she was so into the story. She seemed to be hanging on every word Jenn said. 

"I wasn't really thinking too much about the night before or anything," Jenn explained, "I was tired and my final was at 8am so I crawled into bed pretty exhausted. I just wanted to go to sleep, but Amanda was being kind of loud...she almost seemed like she was rushing to get into bed too. I was practically asleep when she made it a point to tell me goodnight - like she had to wake me up to tell me goodnight. I told her goodnight and tried to get back to sleep. Looking back on it now, I obviously know what she was up to, but at the time I was actually a little annoyed that she kept sighing and tossing and turning. I chalked it up to alcohol or whatever and finally went to sleep." 

Brit thought she might have figured it out too, but let Jen talk. 

"I got up, went to my exam, aced it and I was officially done for the semester," the redhead continued. "I came back to the dorm and took a nap and when I got up Amanda was already up and gone. Like I said we were friendly, but ran with different crowds. I did see her later that afternoon and we watched some TV together. Everything seemed fine. We were both going home the next day so of course we went out that night. It was fun, nothing major and when I finally got back to the room, Amanda was already in bed. So I brushed my teeth and got ready for bed as quiet as I could and then slipped under the covers. I had a really nice buzz going and hadn't met any guys that night or anything...so I was kind of revved up." 

The brunette couldn't help but giggle. 

"I'm serious," Jenn nodded with a grin. "Keep in mind that I had gone like an entire day and night without a release. So I'm lying there and thinking about maybe slipping off to the bathroom...but then I just laid there in my bed...in that dark dorm room." 

"Really?" Brit asked quietly. "You just stayed in the room?" 

"Yep...and I could hear Amanda breathing, and somehow I knew she wasn't asleep," Jenn's voice softened. "I don't really know how to explain it, Brit, but it was like...I could almost feel it." 

"What?" Brit's voice softened as well. "What could you feel?" 

"That she had been waiting for me," Jenn went on. "Amanda was lying there in the dark in her bed waiting for me to come back to the room. She was waiting for me to masturbate for her again." 

"Did you?" the buxom brunette asked in a breathy whisper. 

"Absolutely," Jenn confirmed. "I was just buzzed enough that I didn't even hesitate. I rubbed the hell out of my pussy for her. I wasn't even trying to be all that quiet and I didn't hurry. Mmm...it was so good, I mean I really got myself off. I guess that was when I realized...I mean I hadn't even considered that all of this was turning her on just as much as it was me. But I heard her that night." 

"No," Brit's eyes widened. "Seriously?" 

"Yep," Jenn nodded that it was true. "She got herself off too. I heard it plain as day...so our last night in the dorm as sophomores was spent masturbating together in the dark." 

"What happened next?" 

"We went home for the summer," Jenn said simply. 

"What?" Brit asked incredulously. "That's it? That's the end?" 

"I didn't say that," Jenn giggled. "I said we went home for the summer." 

Brit looked confused. 

"Remember what I said earlier?" Jenn asked her with a wink. "We roomed together junior year, too." 

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Beyond Game Night Pt. 02



Author's Note: Hey y'all...as you probably figured out part I of this story was more along the lines of a tease...but trust me - part II continues the build-up, brings Jenn's story to a conclusion and then...well, you know what's fixin to happen. I just wanted to say thanks again to everyone for the feedback and reading my stories. All characters and events are fictional. 

Of course this story includes sexually explicit material and is intended for adults, so if you are not at least 18 years of age or are offended by sexual material - then you might want to quit now...for the rest of y'all, thank you for reading, feel free to comment and give feedback and please remember to vote! 

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"Jenn!" Brit called out with a small wave as she breezed on through towards the rear corner of the coffee shop. 

Jenn looked up and waved back. 

"I just have to tell you," Brit announced upon dropping her purse on the floor and joining her friend by sitting down on the secluded love seat in the corner. The worn but comfortable leather two-seater was considered prime real estate by all of the coffee shop regulars. It not only offered comfort and privacy, but also had the strongest Wi-Fi signal. Jenn had shown up early to claim it. 

"Tell me what?" Jenn asked and set her iPad aside. 

"I've been totally obsessing over your story," Brit whispered theatrically. 

"Really?" Jenn scrunched up her nose. 

"You have no idea." 

Jenn grinned and shook her head. 

"Can you blame me?" the curvy brunette asked. "I'm serious, Jenn...it's like the hottest, most interesting story ever. I really think you should publish it or something." 

"Yeah, I'll get right on that," Jenn scoffed. 

"You really should," Brit reaffirmed her opinion. 

"Okay, if you say so," Jenn placated her and then asked politely. "How's your week been so far?" 

"Pretty quiet," Brit informed her. "Yours?" 

"Meh...same," Jenn nodded. "Have you heard from Lori?" 

"Not a word," Brit rolled her eyes. "I think she's still pissed or whatever." 

"Probably," Jenn chuckled. "I guess she'll get over it eventually." 

They grew quiet after Brit agreed with a small nod. The brunette leaned back and took a sip of her large mocha. Jenn was watching her expectantly, waiting to see how long it would take. Brit casually looked around the coffee shop for a few moments before sighing and giving up the façade. She turned to Jenn with a grin. "So..." 

"So...what?" Jenn asked innocently and took a drink of her caramel frappe. 

"Jenn-i-fer." Brit warned by drawing her name out into three long syllables as she set her coffee drink down. The brunette frowned expectantly and crossed her arms which pushed her large breasts together. 

"Ye-e-s?" Jenn teased her by drawing the simple word out as well and had to consciously make an effort not to look down and admire her friend's tantalizingly generous cleavage. 

"Well?" Brit finally asked. "Are you going to finish the story or what?" 

"Yikes," Jenn raised her eyebrows. "I guess so...uh, where was I?" 

Her curvaceous friend grinned with excitement as she scooted a little closer and lowered her voice. "You just finished getting yourself off for the second time in front of Amanda and told me that was when you realized Amanda had gotten herself off too...then y'all had gone home for the summer." 

"Oh, yeah," Jenn nodded and then a wistful smile crossed her face. "Hmmm...that summer was fun. I had a part time job at the animal shelter, took an online class and partied a little bit...and I spent hours and hours in my bedroom with the door locked." 

The two of them giggled like a couple of school girls. 

"I have no idea what my parents must have thought," Jenn continued. "I think my mom probably suspected, but my dad? He probably swore I was on drugs or something. I didn't care...It was time well spent." 

Brit's grin grew wicked. "I'll bet." 

"Well, that too," Jenn laughed. "But it really was...I mean I learned a lot about myself and my body. I figured out what I liked, what worked best to get me off and what didn't, how to tease myself...just, you know, really figured things out for myself about me." 

Brit nodded in understanding. 

"So fast forward to school starting," Jenn gestured by rolling her hand in a circle. "Everything's cool. Amanda and I are roomies again, we get all moved back into the dorm and then classes start. We're both super busy with the whole getting back into the groove of school thing. No problem, right? On the surface it's just status quo and all that...but in the back of my mind I can't stop thinking about what happened last semester. I mean I had thought about it all summer - hell, it had been my go to fantasy when I masturbated." 

"Seriously?" Brit leaned towards her wide-eyed. 

"Of course," Jenn scoffed like it was obvious. "Up to that point it had been like the hottest thing to happen to me. So anyways, I'm totally playing it cool just kind of waiting to see how this is going to play out. I mean, eventually things are going to settle down and we'll end up spending more time together. So I'm wondering - is she going to say anything? Are we going to talk about it? I had no idea." 

"So what happened?" Brit asked quietly. 

"Nothing," Jenn shrugged. 

"What?" Brit's mouth dropped open in disbelief. "Nothing?" 

"Nope...nothing," Jenn confirmed with a shake of her head. Then a little half smile pulled at the corner of her mouth, "at least for those first couple of days." 

"Ugh," Brit groaned and then couldn't help but grin. "You're killing me." 

"I know," Jenn smiled and playfully stuck her tongue out before continuing. "We eventually got through that first week and by Friday we had gotten back into the rhythm of dorm life and having a roommate again and all that. I actually waited until that Friday night to spring my little surprise on her." 

Brit's eyebrows rose up in anticipation. 

"Amanda ended up going out with her friends before I did," Jenn explained. "So I left it for her right before I went out." 

"Really?" Brit sighed. "You're going to make me ask?" 

Jenn slowly blinked and nodded once. 

"What was the surprise?" 

"A night-lite," Jenn announced with a grin. 

"A night-lite," Brit repeated flatly, missing the point. 

"Yes, a night-lite," Jenn replied defensively. "I spent over an hour picking out just the right one. It was this small plug in box that was solar-powered, so no batteries to worry about...and it gave off just the right amount of light - not too bright, but bright enough. Get it? Just bright enough?" 

"Ahhhh," Brit smiled as it dawned on her. "Okay...I get it...a night-lite." 

"Exactly," Jenn wiggled her eyebrows. "I don't even remember which party I ended up at or who I danced with or anything. I was so focused on getting back to the room and going to bed to see what was going to happen. I had a pretty decent buzz and finally went back to the dorm. Figures I beat her back. So I improvised." 

Brit got a little more comfortable by putting her arm up on the back of the love seat and pulling her legs up underneath her. 

"I plugged the night-lite in by the door away from our beds so when the lights were turned out it would come on and you could just barely kind of see by the glow, ya know," Jenn explained and Brit nodded. "It's late August so it's still hot at night which gave me the excuse of putting on this really cute little camisole pajama top and the matching panties that were kind of skimpy. Super cute and sexy...I had literally picked them out over the summer just to wear to bed for Amanda." 

"No, you didn't," Brit whispered and covered her mouth. "Oh, my goodness...you really were into this." 

"I know," Jenn nodded her head and blushed. "So I get ready for bed and I'm under my sheet reading a book with just my desk light on. Amanda finally gets back to the room. I think she was a little surprised to see me, but no big deal. We chatted about who we saw, where we went, blah blah blah...she grabs her stuff and goes down to the bathroom to get ready for bed and comes back in the usual sleepwear of t-shirt and underwear. This whole time I'm like squirming I'm getting so turned on. I swear I can remember to this day how bad my legs were shaking." 

"Uh-huh," Brit nodded again and Jenn realized her best friend was literally leaning towards her in anticipation. 

"So she grabs one of her textbooks and gets into bed. We read for a little while and I finally told her I was ready to turn in if she was," Jenn's voice had lowered. "And she was like yeah, no problem. Okay, so picture that I had to get out of my bed and go around to my desk to turn off my light. So I got out of bed and sashayed my little ass to do just that...you know, kind of showing off my outfit a little bit. I made eye contact with her and gave her my best innocent smile like no big deal and she was totally watching me the whole time. I think I even stalled or something before turning off the lamp." 

Brit was chewing on her lip. 

"I turn off the lamp and right on cue the night-lite starts to glow," the redhead grinned. "It was perfect. So I'm coming around the desk towards my bed and Amanda was like, 'what is that?' And I was just like, what, that? Oh, just a night-lite. You know, so we don't stub or toes or whatever in the middle of the night. So she's just looking at the glow from the night-lite and then at me. She does this a couple of times and was finally like 'oh, right, yeah that makes sense.' I just smiled at her and then got back in bed." 

"Did she say anything else?" Brit basically whispered. 

"No, not a word," Jenn shook her head. "And just so you know, nothing happened that night. Neither of us did anything or mentioned anything else about it. We just went to sleep." 

Brit scowled and started to say something but Jenn reached out and gently put her fingers to her best friend's lips to silence her. Jenn meant to do it as a joke, but it actually came across as this really intimate gesture. It kind of surprised both of them and they just sat like that...leaning towards each other, looking into each other's eyes with Jenn touching Brit's plump lower lip with her fingertip. Jenn snapped out of it and quickly removed her finger from Brit's mouth and the curvy brunette raised her eyebrows, but didn't say anything. 

"Fast forward to the next night, Saturday night," Jenn cleared her throat and continued. "I told you about Friday just so you kind of got the picture. Same thing, normal Saturday - I think we ended up going to the football game and then out to eat. And of course later that night we both went out, yadda yadda...only this time she beats me back to the room. Just a side note - I distinctly remember that I had just enough vodka and cranberry juice in me that night so that I was feeling not only horny but kinda bold. Anyway, Amanda's in bed studying and I went ahead and just started changing for bed right there in the room as if she wasn't there." 

Brit cocked her head. 

"I guess I forgot to mention that up to that point we had both been really modest," Jenn explained. "We didn't do the whole running around naked thing in front of each other...but there I was down to my birthday suit and I'm kind of just taking my time putting that same outfit back on from the night before. I could see from the corner of my eye that Amanda is watching me the whole time. So I go and brush my teeth and wash my face and get ready for bed. I come back in the room and she's already turned the light out. So I can see from the night-lite that she's lying on her back. Her eyes are closed, but we both know she's not asleep." 

"I'm so freaking wet and ready to bust that I don't even pretend to sleep or play games," Jenn chuckled. "I get into bed and I think I managed to count to ten or something like that before I just tossed the sheet off of me all dramatic like and mm-hmm...did I put on a show for her." 

"Really?" Brit asked conspiratorially. 

"Uh-huh," Jenn bobbed her head with a sly look on her face. "First, I let out this big sigh just to you know, get her attention. Then I started playing with my tits and pinching my nipples. I even heard her gasp a little when I pulled my shirt up." 

"Wow," Brit whispered and it seemed maybe she was getting a little turned on by the story from the way her large chest was heaving. "You weren't playing around." 

"Not at all," Jenn agreed. "I was really into it, too. I'm taking my time rubbing my breasts and playing with my nipples. I swear to this day I can remember that I was so wet I could literally feel it soaking through my panties. So finally I can't take it anymore and I move down to focus on my pussy. Now remember, I had a whole summer of practice, so I kind of knew what I was doing - well, at least I knew what I liked anyways. I started by rubbing up and down my lips and they were so slick. I dipped my finger inside a little, just to get it wet. Now I knew I was about to take a big chance, but I figured what the heck, at this point I'm all in. So I brought that finger up and sucked on it, tasting myself." 

"No, you didn't." 

"Oh, I did," Jenn chuckled. "About a month into summer break I figured out that I loved the taste of my pussy. I found that it really turned me on and made me cum harder when I did that." 

"Oh, my...that is so hot," Brit whispered. "What did Amanda do?" 

"She moaned," Jenn grinned like the Cheshire cat. "It wasn't like a loud moan or anything, but she moaned alright. Now I knew she was all in, too. At this point I was like crazy turned on so teasing time was over. I got down to business and started rubbing my clit and fingering myself. I could see Amanda's hand moving under the sheet so I knew she was masturbating with me. I could also see that she had her eyes squinted almost shut, but her head was turned towards me so she could watch me. Realizing that was all it took and I practically exploded. She must have had hers around the same time or shortly after mine." 

"And then?" 

"I was just lying there...didn't want to move - unh, such a good orgasm," Jenn rolled her eyes as she remembered it. "Then Amanda let's out this little sigh, like this contented little sigh and I can see her in the glow of the night-lite as she just rolls over towards the wall like she was fixin to go to sleep." 

"She didn't say anything?" 

"Nope," Jenn grinned, "but I did. I waited until she got all situated and then just as sweet as pie was like 'goodnight Amanda'." 

"You did not," Brit whispered in wonderment. 

"I most certainly did," Jenn said. "She froze and I couldn't even see her breathing. I waited...and waited. Finally, I heard her whisper 'goodnight' and then I went to sleep." 

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Brit threw her head back dramatically and then leaned over to rest it against Jenn's shoulder. "This story is so good it's wearing me out...I don't know if I can take much more." 

"Oh...okay," Jenn shrugged. "We can just pick up where I left off next week or whatever." 

"Don't you dare move," Brit warned and sat up. She was scowling at her best friend but a smile was pulling at the corners of her mouth. "Get back to story-telling." 

"I actually do have to run," Jenn glanced at her watch and made an apologetic face as she stood up. "I'm sorry, Brit, but I have to take cupcakes to Lilly's class this afternoon." 

"Awww, man," Brit groaned. "Can you come over after? Or tonight even?" 

"You're serious?" 

Brit nodded and gave her a pleading look. 

"Well...I guess I could come over after dinner," Jenn admitted. It was Friday and the kids didn't have school in the morning. "I don't think Patrick will mind too much." 

"Perfect," Brit cheered up and stood up as well. She gave her best friend a tight hug which caused her large breasts to press firmly against the redhead's chest. Jenn could feel that Brit's nipples were hard. "Just text me what time and I'll have some wine ready." 

"You're like way too into this story, Brit," Jenn chuckled but with a note of sincerity in her tone. 

"Girl," Brit smiled and winked at her as they headed towards the parking lot. "You have no idea." 

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"Hey, you!" Brit greeted warmly as she held the door open for Jenn. 

"Hey yourself," Jenn smiled and hugged her friend. 

"Your timing is perfect," Brit giggled and shut the door after Jenn stepped inside. "I just opened the wine." 

"And I," Jenn turned around and held up the cakebox and informed Brit in a singsong voice, "brought leftover cupcakes." 

"Ooo, that works for me," Brit nodded. 

Jenn followed her best friend into the kitchen. The buxom brunette poured each of them a large glass of one of their favorite wines and put a cupcake for each of them on small plates. They chatted for a minute about Jenn's kids and school. Brit and Will didn't have any children and were the best non-related Aunt and Uncle in the history of faux relatives. After grabbing a couple of paper towels, Brit led the way back into the den and the comfy super-couch where Jenn had first started telling her story. 

They set their plates and glasses down on the coffee table and got situated and comfortable on the oversized sofa. Jenn was glad to see that Brit was dressed just as casual and comfortable as she was. Jenn had on her favorite yoga pants and a t-shirt and Brit wore leggings and one of Will's old college jerseys. Will had played football both in college and a couple of years in the NFL. They continued to chat about this and that while they each had a couple of bites of the decadent chocolate cupcakes and a few sips of wine. With one last large swallow of wine, Brit set her glass down on the coffee table and got down to business. 

"So you just finished giving yourself this epic orgasm and Amanda got off too," Brit summarized. "You forced her hand a little bit by telling her goodnight and she finally responded...then what happened?" 

"I'm just going to put this out there, Brit," Jenn chuckled. "Your obsession is a little scary." 

"Whatever," Brit waved her off like it was nothing and then lunged forward until she was practically sprawled across Jenn's lap while babbling, "give it to me, give it to me, gimme some more story." 

This cracked both of them up and as they laughed Jenn playfully tried to push her friend off of her. Brit resisted for a second. Their position had brought Brit's chest into contact with Jenn's breasts. Jenn happened to be braless and the contact made her nipples instantly hard. The redhead paused at what she thought was a strange look on Brit's face, but then the brunette smiled at her and sat back up. 

"I don't think you realize just how good this story is," Brit said to quickly get past that exchange. "I'm serious; you really need to write this thing down. It's that hot." 

"Yeah, I think you've mentioned that once or twice," Jenn allowed and then got on with the story. "So anyways, the next morning it was basically the same thing as before...nothing. Amanda acted like everything was normal, nothing to talk about, just another day. I mean, it wasn't like I wanted to have a heart to heart about it or anything, but I thought pretending like it never happened was, I don't know, kinda weird? It didn't exactly bother me...more like just confused me. I didn't know if it was a one off thing or was it going to happen again...I just didn't know." 

"Did it?" Brit asked. "Happen again?" 

"Are you kidding?" Jenn laughed. "Repeat performance that very night. I think we were both getting kind of antsy the closer it got to bedtime. We started getting quieter and avoiding eye contact as we went about our evening routine. Finally, by the time we finally called it a night and got ready for bed I was just ready to say fuck it, let's do this. It's funny looking back on it - if I hadn't been so unsure of everything I probably would've realized that all that tension that had built up was gone the second I threw my sheet off. I mean, I could swear I almost heard this sigh of relief from Amanda. It was another good one too. I can't even explain how unbelievable it was to rub my clit and finger my pussy while watching that sheet move, knowing that underneath it Amanda was rubbing her pussy too while she watched me." 




Beyond Game Night Pt. 02



Brit shook her head and downed the rest of her wine. 

"This went on for weeks," Jenn continued. "Like practically every night. It literally became part of our nightly routine. It was one of those things where...I don't know, it's kind of hard to explain, but in that dorm room with just the two of us...it was like this unspoken understanding between us. Does that make any sense at all?" 

"Yeah, I think so," Brit slowly nodded. "You were both kind of insulated...experiencing the same things together...I read somewhere that roommates often develop a relationship that includes the whole unspoken communication thing. So yeah, it does make sense." 

"Hmmm," Jenn considered Brit's take on it. "That's interesting. I've never thought about it like that, but I guess that does sort of describe it. Anyways, so like I said this went on for weeks...and as we kept doing it a lot of the awkwardness and nervousness kind of went away too. I mean it was still really exciting, but like I said it was just kind of part of our routine. Go eat dinner, study, do whatever and then get ready for bed...now we're in bed for the night...so let's masturbate." 

"Now that really makes sense," Brit grinned. 

"Uh-huh...even though we were both doing it, there was a definite vibe that I was in charge of it somehow. I mean, Amanda never initiated it. I was the one who was putting on the show by pulling my shirt up and licking my fingers and all that. She basically just watched me and got off. She even kept the sheet pulled up covering herself when we did it. I kind of never deviated after that first time when I threw the sheet back so she could really see me. That even became like our signal or whatever. The sheet gets thrown back and it was time to get down to business." 

Both of them giggled at Jenn's choice of words. 

"In fact that sheet is what escalated things," Jenn added. "I guess it's like anything else in that you eventually get used to something. It still really turned me on to know she was watching me, but I wanted more. I loved showing off for Amanda, but I was at the point where I just...needed more from her." 

"More?" Brit asked anxiously. 

"Yeah...more," Jenn confirmed and went on, "It was another Friday night. We had both gone out and by the time I got back to the room I was a little more buzzed than normal. Not like rip-roaring drunk or anything, but I was definitely tipsy. Amanda was already in bed reading or doing homework or something, I can't remember exactly...but I could tell right away that she had been waiting on me, you know? I mean it was pretty clear that she wasn't going to go to sleep until we did our nightly thing." 

"So what did you do?" 

"For starters I took my time getting ready for bed," Jenn shrugged one shoulder. "I could tell Amanda was getting kind of frustrated with me, too. It's not like I was trying to punish her or anything like that...I just wanted to pick my moment. So after piddling about I was finally ready for bed. I turned out the light like I always did and the night-lite comes on. I could tell she was watching me as I got in my bed. I kind of just laid there for a minute and I swear I could feel her watching and waiting for me to throw my sheet back so we could get started. So I did...I threw the sheet back. I waited a second and as soon as I heard Amanda rustling about I got out of bed and went over to her bed. She was just kind of lying there looking at me in shock with this expression on her face of like 'what are you doing?' I think she even whispered something like that when I stood over her." 

"Then what did you do?" Brit asked. 

"I reached down and slowly pulled her sheet off," the redhead said simply. "She was just looking up at me with these wide eyes and I didn't say a word. I pulled her sheet all the way off just like I usually did to mine when we played." 

"Oh wow," Brit whispered. 

"Then I went back over to my bed," Jenn grinned. "I pulled my shirt up and started rubbing my tits like I usually did and then I moved south and just as I started to play with my pussy, I stopped. I turned my head and looked directly into her eyes and just waited." 

Brit swallowed. "What did she do?" 

"I think she was a little shell-shocked," Jenn shook her head slightly as she remembered the look on Amanda's face, "Because she didn't do anything...at first." 

"Oh...at first?" 

"Uh-huh...at first. I've got my nipple between my fingers and my other hand down my panties and I'm just looking at her, waiting. She's staring at me...and I'm staring at her. After what felt like hours she slowly moves her hand down and she starts rubbing herself over her panties," Jenn explained and then chuckled. "I just went to town after that. I was going crazy, rubbing my pussy, tasting my juices and moaning. I was soooo freaking turned on now that I could actually watch her rub her pussy. She really got into it too once her hand finally went inside of her underwear. Whew, that was a helluva night." 

"Sounds like it," Brit smiled and Jenn noticed that her friend kept squeezing her thighs together. Brit got up and went to the kitchen for refills of wine. Jenn couldn't swear to it, but she thought that when Brit stood up she might have caught a glimpse of a little wet spot in the crotch of the busty brunette's leggings. Jenn grinned to herself. Well...it was kind of a hot story. 

Brit came back with their refills and Jenn started right back into her story without being prompted. 

"Things were definitely different after that night. I guess you could say I was still kind of the leader or whatever, but from that point on once I threw my sheet off...Amanda would too. No more games of pretending to be asleep or any of that," Jenn grinned. "And it was so hot - especially compared to that first time. I'm not going to say it was weird, but just...I don't know, odd? Surreal? It was like we were leading this double life or something." 

Brit cocked her head quizzically. 

"Think about it," the redhead explained. "During the day we were just totally average college students living in the dorm. We went to class, ate at the cafeteria, studied in the library, and went out on the weekends. Nothing out of the ordinary whatsoever...except that just about every night when the lights went out - we laid in our beds that were five feet apart and it was mutual masturbation city." 

They both giggled and Brit kind of fell back and sunk even deeper into the couch. 

"I know I sound like a broken record," the brunette announced. "But that is like one of the hottest stories I've ever heard." 

"Uh...Brit?" 

"What?" 

"There's more," Jenn said quietly with a grin. 

"Are you kidding me?" Brit sat back up and wiggled around until she was sitting closer to her friend. Their thighs were pressed together and Brit put her arm up on the back of the couch behind Jenn so she could lean forward and really focus on the story. This new position also happened to press her large boob directly against Jenn's arm. 

"Not kidding," Jenn smiled and didn't bother to move her arm. "So like I said...we basically led a double life. Roommates by day, masturbation buddies by night. At this point we still never talked about it...which was fine. We both seemed to be totally okay with the way things were going. I mean you could have even have called us happy...and that's when things changed again." 

"Changed how?" 

"It was getting really close to winter break," Jenn answered. "Everyone was going home, but we both still had a couple of finals to finish up. After that it was home for a whole month. I was excited about Christmas and seeing my family...but there was this kind of - I don't know...a kind of sadness between us? Even though neither of us mentioned anything, it was like we were both kinda bummed that we were going to miss our special time together." 

"That was understandable," Brit agreed. 

"It was a really bad winter that year, so we ended up getting snowed in for an extra day," Jenn continued. "The roads were really bad and we ended up stranded in the dorm for a whole day and night. We were like the last people on our floor too, so it was just us. I think we ordered a pizza for lunch so we wouldn't have to get out in the cold and go to the cafeteria...and I happened to remember that I had a bottle of Stoli stashed away, so we ended up having a couple of drinks. I think we mixed it with lemonade. Tasted kind of gross too...we didn't get drunk or anything like that, but we were basically having a good time." 

"What happened?" 

"Well, I was lounged back sideways on my bed facing Amanda's bed," the redhead explained. "No big deal...that was our usual position whenever we were in our room just hanging out or talking or whatever. We're facing each other, both of us kicked back and I announced I was hot and it was time to get comfortable. So I made this big deal out of kicking off my jeans. We started laughing because they were kind of tight and I can't get them off. I'm kicking my legs in the air, fighting that stupid pair of Levi's and Amanda is laughing her ass off." 

Jenn paused and leaned forward to grab her wine glass which caused her arm to rub across Brit's breast. Jenn took a large sip of wine. She swallowed and put her wine glass down on the coffee table and as she sat back again, her arm rubbed across Brit's boob again only this time Jenn could distinctly feel how hard her friend's nipple was. 

"So I finally got those jeans off," Jenn's voice was a little quieter. "I'm even breathing hard at this point from struggling and laughing and I sort of just collapsed back on my bed. I wasn't really paying attention, but when I finally stopped laughing I propped myself up on my elbows. It wasn't until then that I realized my legs had kind of splayed apart...I know, not very lady like. Anyways, I look over at Amanda and she's just sitting there on her bed and she isn't laughing anymore...she's just sitting there staring between my legs." 

"Oh, my," Brit whispered and was breathing hard again like she had been in the coffee shop which was causing her breast to press even harder against Jenn's arm. 

"I know," Jenn agreed and realized her own breathing had quickened. "I wasn't sure if something was wrong with my underwear or what. I mean the lights were still on in the room. We weren't in bed for bedtime...this wasn't our routine so in my head I didn't even think to go there right away. So I'm looking at her and I'm just like, what's wrong? And she doesn't say anything...she just keeps looking between my legs. So finally I sit up and practically bend in half trying to look for my own self and I ask her as I'm trying to look, do I have a hole in my underwear or something?" 

Jenn sat up again breaking the contact between her arm and Brit's breast much to the brunette's disappointment. The redhead leaned forward and picked up her glass and finished off the rest of her wine in one long drink. She set her empty glass down gently and then sat back, but switched her position by turning sideways with her inside leg up on the couch. She was now facing towards Brit. Jenn gave her best friend a quick smile before she continued. 

"Amanda finally answered me. She just whispered 'no'. I'm thinking, no? What do you mean no? Then why are you - and then it hits me. I take a good look at her and realize she's breathing kind of hard like maybe she's excited. Her eyes have literally not left my pussy. This immediately gets me excited and I'm suddenly all nervous and shaky, but really, really turned on too. This is like my ultimate fantasy coming true," Jenn explained. "There's no pretense, no night-lite and I don't know...there's like this barrier that seems to come down. I'm not really sure how to explain it." 

"So what did you do?" 

"I leaned back on my bed like this," Jenn demonstrated by leaning back on the couch. "I'm not really sure where the courage came from, but I went for it...I ran my hand down to cup my pussy through my panties. I could clearly hear Amanda inhale sharply. I'm watching her face and she's watching my hand...so I slowly start to rub myself." 

"Uh-huh," Brit whispered and Jenn could tell her friend was squeezing her thighs together again. 

"And then I whispered her name," Jenn continued. 

"What did she do?" 

"I don't think she heard me the first time, so I said her name again," Jenn answered. "She finally glanced up and looked me in the eye and that was when I told her to take her pants off." 

"Did she?" 

"Oh yeah," Jenn grinned and realized her own hand had drifted over to rest on the inside of her thigh dangerously close to her sex. She decided to take a chance and leave it there. "It took her a minute to process the request, but after she looked back down at my hand on my pussy she finally slid her pants off and leaned back on her bed like I was. We were facing directly towards each other..." 

"Damn, that is so hot," Brit groaned and closed her eyes for a minute. "I swear I can almost picture it, Jenn." 

Jenn giggled. "I think it was pretty obvious that I was going to have to take the lead. Amanda just kind of laid there watching me for a minute so I told her to touch herself. She looked up at me all wide-eyed and scared for a second so I put a little more force in my voice and told her again - 'touch yourself, Amanda'. I could tell she liked it when I did that. So we're sitting there sideways on our beds facing each other and we're both rubbing our pussies over our panties. I knew it was going to take much to make me cum, so I figured I might as well try to really push the envelope." 

"Really?" Brit whispered. "What did you do?" 

"I stood up," Jenn replied slowly, "and took my panties off." 

"No!" Brit gasped. "You did?" 

"Yep...I did," Jenn confirmed. "I took my panties off and then laid right back down on my bed across from her and started rubbing my pussy again like it was no big deal. 

"What did Amanda do?" 

"She totally froze up for a few seconds," Jenn's voice had gotten lower and took on a more sultry tone. "I mean she could obviously see me and what I was doing more clearly than ever before. I think it might have been a little sensory overload for a minute, but then she lets out this soft little moan as she's watching me. It was that fucking moan that did it for me - I was so wet I just had to have a taste... She watched me lick my juices off of my fingers and I guess that's what did it for Amanda because she just lost it and totally gave into it." 

"What do you mean?" Brit asked quietly, hoping the story was going to go where she wanted it to go. 

"I guess you could say the entire don't-talk-about-it pretense we had kind of ended there at that moment," Jenn explained. "Her hand went inside of her panties and she just stopped holding back. I mean she's rubbing her pussy for me, kind of showing off now and she started moaning louder. I told her to take her panties off and she didn't even hesitate - she practically ripped them off." 

"Wow," was all Brit could manage to say. 

"We were both kind of all splayed out and just really getting off together," Jenn went on. "I told her to taste herself and without a word she puts her fingers in her mouth and starts sucking on them. We were just kind of driving each other...I mean it was really intense. To this day it's still one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. Amanda actually came like two or three times. It was fucking epic." 

"That's..." Brit seemed like she was having hard time catching her breath. "That's amazing." 

"Funny, that is the exact word I use to describe it in my head, Brit," Jenn agreed and lounged back even further into the couch and let out a big sigh. "Amazing." 

"Jenn," Brit's voice was still kind of whispery. "Can I ask you a couple of questions?" 

"Of course," Jenn nodded and managed to loll her head over so she could look up at Brit's face. 

Brit got up onto her knees and leaned a little closer to where Jenn was laying so she didn't have to raise her voice. "Did y'all ever do that again?" 

"No," Jenn shook her head. "That ended up being a one-time thing." 

"Oh," was all Brit said. She was leaning forward on her hands so that she was actually on her hands and knees on the couch. Even through the oversized jersey Jenn could see that Brit's current position was causing her large breasts to push down against the silky material...Jenn hadn't noticed before, but it looked like Brit wasn't wearing a bra. 

"Jenn?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Do you wish it would have happened again?" 

"Mmmm," Jenn considered the question. "Yeah...I guess I do. I mean, there was other stuff that happened between us as roommates that kind of ended up not so good...but from just like a physical standpoint? Absolutely." 

"Interesting," Brit practically mumbled. "Maybe later you can explain what happened if you want, but I have another question." 

"Okay," Jenn shrugged. 

"Jenn?" 

"Yes?" 

Brit sat straight up on her knees and put her hands on her hips. Her position made it so that she was kind of towering over her reclining friend. She gave Jenn a rather coy smile and then without a word she slowly ran her hands over her hips and down to the front of her thighs. She gave Jenn an even brighter smile and as she did she slowly ran her right hand up and over so that it rested against her mound. She looked down at her hand and then back up and Jenn and whispered, "Would you like to do it with me?" 

"What?" Jenn asked with a laugh. It wasn't that she didn't hear the question, but it was that she couldn't believe what Brit had just asked. 

"Come on," Brit giggled and then gave her pussy a quick rub on the outside of her leggings. "Let's have some fun...we can reenact what you and Amanda used to do." 

"What?" Jenn asked again and laughed nervously. "You've lost your mind." 

Brit bit her lip and then reached down and grabbed the hem of Will's jersey and in one motion she pulled it up and over her head. Jenn was lying there with a perfect viewpoint to see that her best friend had indeed just revealed that she definitely wasn't wearing a bra. 

"Brit!" Jenn's eyes grew wide. 

"Look," Brit explained casually as she continued to just sit there, up on her knees with her large, round breasts proudly displayed. "You know I think it's hot and I really want to...and I think you want to, too." 

"You're serious," Jenn said in amazement and it wasn't a question. 

"Well...I think the fact that I'm really wet right now," Brit said quietly and ran her finger up and down the very wet crotch of her leggings, "kind of proves that yes, I'm being serious." 

"Brit..." Jenn began to reason and moved back into a sitting position on the couch as her mind raced at a million miles an hour. 

"Tell you what," Brit said and got up off the couch. She walked over to the light control switch on the wall and rolled the dial of the dimmer until the lights were very low. She walked slowly back over towards the couch with a little smile on her face and Jenn's eyes were glued to those magnificent breasts that jiggled and swayed with every step. Brit stopped directly in front of Jenn and continued confidently, "I'm fixin to get comfortable on this couch and rub my pussy. I have every intention of getting myself off and I'm going to enjoy the hell out of it too...but I'd really love it if you did it with me." 

"Really?" Jenn whispered. 

"Oh, definitely," Brit nodded with an encouraging smile. "It's not like we haven't already sort of done it anyways, right?" 

"We did?" 

"Game Night?" 

"Oh...yeah," Jenn nodded her head slowly. "I guess in a way that's kinda true." 

"It is," Brit agreed and without warning slid her leggings and panties off at the same time so that she was now standing totally nude in front of her friend. "But we're not shy little college girls...are we Jenn?" 




Beyond Game Night Pt. 02



"No," Jenn said quietly. "We're not." 

Brit moved a little closer so that her leg was between Jenn's knees. Brit's shaved pussy was right there on display in front of Jenn and the brunette starting lightly stroking her smooth, hairless labia. "And we don't have to pretend we're asleep or waste time with sheets...do we?" 

"No," the redhead managed to croak and as if her hand had a mind of its own, she started to mirror Brit and stroke along the edge of her pussy through her yoga pants. "We don't." 

"You know, you could get more comfortable if you wanted to," Brit suggested as she moved over and turned around so she could sit down beside her friend. 

Jenn hesitated for a moment. She made eye contact with Brit who maintained that same confident, sexy look on her face as she laid back right next to the redhead. Jenn licked her lips and then turned so that she was reclined back on the couch in the same position as her friend. She looked into Brit's eyes again. The brunette smiled and nodded at her. Jenn took a deep breath and then lifted her butt up so she could slide her yoga pants and panties off. She kicked her feet to free them and her lower half was now completely exposed. Brit's eyes moved down for a closer look. Her friend's dark red pubic hair was trimmed very short. 

"You look fucking sexy right now," Brit whispered as she reached up and pushed her large breasts together. 

Jenn sat up a little so she could pull her shirt up and expose her own breasts. She had been told more than once that she had nice tits. Patrick loved them. They weren't huge, but her generous B cups (sometimes a modest C depending on the brand of bra) seemed to fit her body well...but right at that moment she felt ridiculous comparing them to the magnificent globes of the woman lying next to her. 

"Mmmm, I love your tits," Brit cooed as if reading her mind. 

"You? Love mine?" Jenn whispered. She ran her hands along the outside of her breasts as she looked over at Brit's large chest. 

"I'm being totally serious," Brit smiled at her. "Your nipples are like fucking perfect...I just love them." 

"Really?" Jenn asked and looked down at her hard nipple. It was pink and about as thick as a thimble and stood out proudly from her puffy areola. She gave Brit a sly little grin and then pinched it. 

"Mmmm," Brit groaned and smiled back. She began pulling on her own nipples. "You are making me so fucking wet." 

"No," Jenn disagreed as she watched Brit play with her large breasts. She lay back down beside her friend and commented. "You're the one making me wet. Your tits are like...magnificent." 

"Oh yeah?" Brit asked. She pushed one of them up and craned her head forward a little to give her own nipple a firm lick. "You really like them?" 

It was Jenn's turn to let out a little groan of approval as she watched the brunette beside her lick her own nipple. Jenn bit her lip and her right hand moved down to begin stroking her pussy. Brit wanted to watch her so she rolled towards her and pushed herself up a little so that she could prop her head up on her arm. This caused Jenn to gasp for two reasons. The first reason being that Brit was just blatantly watching her rub her pussy up close...Jenn could literally feel Brit's breath washing gently across her skin. 

That alone was incredibly hot...it was like one of Jenn's innermost desires taken to the next level. No pretense, no games, this incredibly sexy woman was focusing all of her attention on Jenn. The feeling was beyond incredible...but the second and unexpected reason the redhead had gasped was the fact that when Brit had rolled on to her side it had brought her large naked breast into direct contact with Jenn's naked breast. The warmth and weight of Brit's large breast pressing against the sensitive flesh of her own boob gave Jenn gooseflesh. The feeling was indescribable. Jenn felt Brit shift her weight which caused the brunette's stiff nipple to rub along the outside of the redhead's breast. 

Jenn had no hope in stifling the moan that escaped her lips. 

"Oh...I see," Brit whispered with a grin as she looked down at their breasts touching. "Does that turn you on, Jenn?" 

Jenn moaned again and nodded her head. 

"Cool," Brit smiled and sat up a little more. She took her free hand away from her pussy and used it to cup her large breast. Brit leaned a little further over towards Jenn and began rubbing her breast against Jenn's more firmly. The brunette did this a few times and then adjusted her position slightly until she was able to bring their nipples into direct contact. She moved her breast back and forth so that her stiff summit was scraping and rubbing against Jenn's erect nipple. "Then how does this feel?" 

"Mmm...fuck," Jenn hissed as she cupped her other tit and squeezed it. She could not take her eyes off of the swollen tip of Brit's large breast rubbing back and forth against her own nipple. "I...I think I'm going to cum." 

"Unh-unh-unh," Brit scolded her and stopped the breast rubbing. She reached down to take hold of Jenn's wrist and physically moved the redhead's hand away from her pussy. 

"Awww," Jenn groaned in frustration and then whined, "Brit...I was so close." 

"You can't cum yet, sweetie," the brunette informed her and then got back up on her knees right next to the redhead. "We're only getting started." 

"We are?" Jenn whispered. 

"Mmm-hmm," Brit nodded. She cupped her large breasts and squeezed them together before releasing them and then let her hands run down her tummy to the top of her thighs. "Do you know why?" 

Jenn shook her head. 

"Because I have a theory," Brit smiled confidently and began to rub her hand up and down the center of her pussy so Jenn could watch. Brit's finger rubbed just a little harder so that it parted her swollen lips and she let her finger wiggle for a moment at her entrance so that it was nice and wet. She brought the finger up and put it in her mouth, savoring her taste before taking it back out and asking, "Do you know what my theory is?" 

Again, Jenn shook her head as she watched, almost mesmerized by the way her friend was sucking and licking her fingers. 

"I think," Brit announced and then stopped talking as her hand went right back to her pussy. She repeated the process of dipping it into her opening and getting it wet with her juices again. This time she didn't bring that finger to her mouth, but brought it to her nipple. She rubbed her nectar all around her nipple until it was glistening. She looked directly into Jenn's eyes as she leaned forward. "I think...you want more than to just be watched, Jenn." 

"I do?" Jenn gulped as her eyes flitted back and forth from Brit's face to her nipple. 

"I think you do," Brit confirmed and leaned a little closer. 

"What..." Jenn started to ask in a whisper and then swallowed as her gaze settled and remained on her friend's nipple. "What do you think I want?" 

"Well," Brit said quietly as she continued moving forward until she was leaning directly over Jenn's reclined position. She had propped herself up so that her heavy breasts were hanging directly over Jenn's face. Brit bent her arms just enough so that her nectar coated nipple was dangling inches above Jenn's mouth. "I think you want something...more...like this." 

Jenn stared at the glistening nipple in front of her mouth for a moment and then nervously glanced up into Brit's eyes. 

"But maybe I'm wrong," Brit suggested and straightened her arms a little to pull her breast another inch away from the redhead's lips. "Am I wrong, Jenn?" 

"I..." Jenn began to say and licked her lips as she refocused her gaze on Brit's breast again. The redhead started to move and then stopped. She licked her lips once more and then craned her head up and stuck out her tongue to lick the hard nipple that was shimmering with her friend's nectar. The brunette bent her arms to bring it closer and Jenn's mouth closed around it and the redhead let out a muffled moan as the tip swelled and hardened even further inside of her mouth. 

"Yes," Brit closed her eyes and sighed contently as her friend began to suckle. She opened her eyes and looked down at the contented face of the redhead and cooed encouragement. "Just like that, Jenn...that feels really good." 

The edges of Jenn's mouth curled slightly into a smile around the flesh of Brit's breast as she continued to suck. The redhead then began alternating between licking, sucking and nibbling at her friend's large boob until it was shiny with her saliva and starting to get a little tender. Brit solved that problem by pulling away and moving over slightly so that Jenn could start working on her other breast. Her friend did not disappoint as Jenn immediately started lavishing just as much attention on it with her lips, tongue and teeth. 

"Fuck," Brit whispered and without breaking the contact of Jenn's mouth and her breast slid to the floor and moved over so that she was kneeling in between Jenn's legs. "That feels so damn good...you're driving me crazy." 

Jenn took the initiative as she tentatively reached up with her hands to actually touch Brit's body for the first time. She hesitated for a moment as the fingertips of her hands came in contact with the warm flesh of her friend's boobs. The distinct feel of the volume and weight of these large breasts was amazing. She gently stroked her fingertips along the outside of each round orb...the skin was deliciously soft, but firm. Brit's moan encouraged her to actually move her hands and firmly cup both of the brunette's tits as she continued to lick and suck on the nipple in her mouth. Jenn's anxiety at crossing any lines was quickly replaced by the almost overwhelming thrill of actually touching another woman's body for the first time. 

Jenn boldly moved her head to lick the other nipple and began alternating between the two, trying to run her tongue over every inch of the brunette's flesh. Brit's breathing was growing heavier so she moved farther up Jenn's body so that she was practically on top of the redhead. She picked up her leg and threw it over to straddle Jenn's firm thigh. The relief of finally getting some pressure against the growing ache between her legs felt so good that the brunette began instinctively rubbing herself against Jenn's leg. The redhead could feel the wetness Brit's pussy was leaving on her thigh which encouraged Jenn to bend her leg slightly to press it more firmly against Brit's sex. 

Brit leaned forward to rest her hands on the back of the couch and it occurred to Jenn that this was the same position her friend had been in when she was riding her husband and Jenn had watched just a few short nights ago. This sent a thrill through the redhead and gave her the courage to move one of her hands off of the brunette's breast and reach down to grab the woman's ass. Brit responded with another moan and started to slowly pump her hips. This made Jenn moan in return and grab her friend's ass cheek even harder. 

"Fuck," Brit gasped again and then slid down off of Jenn's thigh so that she was lying directly on top of her friend. 

For some reason this new position of being face to face with her best friend gave Jenn pause. Up until now she had been trying to convince herself that this was all just some sort of extension of everything she had ever done with another woman...well, Amber and now Brit. In her mind she had viewed it as just kind of an amped up, warped version of masturbating together. Who had she been kidding? As soon as Jenn felt the warmth of their breasts pressed together and Brit's stomach resting against her own, it became very real. Their faces were just inches apart. Holy shit...this was really happening. 

She searched for some reassurance in Brit's eyes. 

"Its fine," Brit whispered and smiled sweetly. She lowered her face until their lips gently touched for the first time and gave Jenn the softest kiss the redhead had ever felt. Brit broke the kiss and pulled away slightly to offer another encouraging smile. "Everything's just fine, Jenn." 

Jenn took a quivering breath and managed a shaky smile in return. She looked up at her friend with a look of such vulnerability that it made Brit pause. Jenn pushed her face forward a bit. Brit understood and brought her lips down to her friend's again. Jenn closed her eyes as Brit's lusciously soft lips pressed into hers. Brit pulled away a little bit and Jenn's senses were overloaded with all these sensations like the soft weight of Brit's large breasts pressing down onto her own, the sensation of her friend's long hair hanging down and tickling her neck as their lips touched again and the way the brunette's hand felt as Brit tenderly stroke her cheek. The brunette pulled back once again and then brought her mouth down to Jenn's and the redhead just let herself get lost in that kiss. 

Their mouths locked perfectly together and it felt like they had almost been made to kiss each other. 

There was a part of Jenn's brain that was still a little unsure, but it was quickly being overruled the more turned on she became. Jenn's head felt like it was buzzing as all of these sensations and thoughts kept flitting across her brain like how much she loved the subtle scent of Brit's perfume...and the moment she realized that this was the sweetest, most pleasurable kiss she had ever experienced. It didn't take too long before Jenn was kissing Brit back with just as much enthusiasm. She hesitated for a moment when she felt Brit's tongue begin stroking back and forth along her lower lip. Jenn let out a sigh and somehow that allowed the brunette's tongue entrance inside of her mouth to begin exploring and caressing her own tongue. This only made the kiss deepen even further and they ended up passionately making out like a couple of teenagers on prom night. 

"Whoa," Jenn exclaimed after they broke the kiss to come up for air. "I...that was..." 

"Incredible? Intense?" Brit offered with a grin. "One awesome fucking kiss?" 

"D - All of the above," Jenn grinned back at her. After a moment her grin slowly faded as she stared into Brit's eyes. The butterflies in Jenn's tummy were rehearsing their gymnastics routine and she was finding it hard to concentrate on anything except just how much she truly appreciated this fun, sweet, kind and beautiful woman she called best friend who was lying on top of her...and that scared her. 

"Hey..." Brit whispered and leaned forward to give the tip of Jenn's nose a quick kiss. "We can stop whenever you say so. There's no pressure here, Jenn. We're friends...and we always will be and nothing is ever going to change that." 

"It's not?" 

"Nope," Brit reassured her. "And I'm totally game for whatever happens here. We can just do what you and Amanda used to do if you want to...or we can keep going and give this a try. It's up to you...and if you want to keep it just between us, that's fine. If you want to stop now and check in with Patrick first, I'm good with that too. Seriously...whatever you want to do, okay?" 

"Really?" Jenn whispered back, amazed that Brit seemed to read her mind once again. 

"Of course really," Brit nodded with a smile. 

"Okay. Um, well..." Jenn hesitated, but then grinned as she started blushing. "Maybe we could, uh, just kiss some more...if that's okay?" 

Brit's answer was to simply smile as she leaned forward and pushed both of her arms into the cushions of the couch underneath Jenn. Jenn lifted up a little so Brit could get her arms underneath her and the brunette soon had her wrapped up in a tight hug. Brit lowered her head and pressed her full lips against the redhead's mouth once again. Jenn relaxed and closed her eyes as she let out a small, contented sigh through her nostrils as the kiss started out just as soft as the first one. 

Her head was spinning at the overwhelmingly languid luxuriousness of her friend's mouth and she had no idea how long they had been making out when she felt Brit's hand work its way down to cup her ass cheek. Jenn didn't panic or worry about it. It felt nice. She even wiggled her ass just a little. When Brit gave her ass a firm squeeze Jenn couldn't help but moan into the brunette's mouth. Their kiss deepened and all of the confusion and uncertainty surrendered to the lust that was welling up inside of the redhead. 

Jenn responded by wrapping her arms firmly around Brit's back and spreading her legs wider so she could pull her friend in against her body even closer. This pulled the brunette's large chest tightly against Jenn's breasts and put Brit's sex right up against her own pussy. Jenn believed she might have been more turned on at this moment than she had ever been before in her whole life. Her skin felt like it was hot to the touch and she had begun panting in desperation. Her decision was firmly made. Jenn needed her friend...right here and right now. 

Brit's own arousal was responding in kind and she started grinding herself into Jenn as she kissed the redhead again...harder than before with a fierce insistence full of passion. Their mouths melded together as their bodies writhed against each other's, making it clear to both of them that all pretense of taking this possible journey slowly and deliberately was being mutually abandoned. It didn't take long for both women to start gasping and moaning as they practically clawed at each other. 

Brit finally broke the kiss and pulled back to a groan of disapproval from Jenn. Brit leaned over her friend and gave her a small kiss on the lips to pacify her for a moment. She gave her another and then trailed her kisses along Jenn's jawline and then down her neck to the hollow of the redhead's throat. Something instinctual made Brit pull her arms out from under her friend and then gently take hold of Jenn's wrists. With a seductive smile pulling at the corners of her mouth, Brit pinned her friend's arms out to the side as she continued to kiss lower to the tops of Jenn's breasts. 

As turned on as she was, Brit genuinely wanted to make this about Jenn. She not only wanted to, but felt she needed to bring her friend to that all-encompassing bliss of reward. Somehow Brit felt responsible for what was happening right now, she wasn't really sure why...but she did. So it was the very least she could do for Jenn. Maybe later they could explore the possibility of reciprocation, but for now this redhead was going to cum for her. 

The brunette's mouth moved lower down the slope of Jenn's tit. Brit used her lips and tongue and even her teeth to lick, suck and nibble every inch of Jenn's breasts. With her arms trapped, Jenn wasn't able to do anything but arch her back and push her boobs into the pleasurable sensations her friend was giving her. Brit's efforts had finally zeroed in on Jenn's puffy areola and swollen nipple that was so bullet hard it ached. As soon as the brunette's mouth closed around it, Jenn moaned loudly and then sucked in her breath through gritted teeth. 

When Jenn felt Brit's teeth lightly clamp down on her nipple she hissed, "Fu-u-uck!" 

Brit grinned around her mouthful of tit-flesh and then moved her head over to begin working on Jenn's other nipple in the same fashion. Jenn arched her back even further and tossed her head back and forth. Licks, swirls of the tongue, sucking pressure and then gentle bites elicited another loud moan from her. Brit began alternating between the two peaks, back and forth, making sure to give each of the stiff little summits a thorough working over in equal measure. 

As Jenn squirmed beneath her and began grinding her hips, Brit released the redhead's arms and brought her hands up to take hold of Jenn's breasts. Brit began to slowly kiss and lick her way down the woman's tummy. Jenn's hand's floated up uselessly beside her and she wasn't sure what to do with them until she felt the first kiss on her mons. Her hands immediately shot out and down to become entangled in Brit's long, dark locks just as the brunette moved lower and pressed her tongue against the top of Jenn's pussy. 




Beyond Game Night Pt. 02



Brit flattened her tongue and slowly moved it down the length of Jenn's slit. The brunette heard Jenn let out another gasp when she reached the bottom and kept going to give Jenn's tight little rosebud a brief tongue tickle. Brit licked back up and Jenn's soft labia parted for her. Brit licked and nibbled Jenn's swollen inner lips and then changed the shape of her tongue to become more pointed as she eased it between those folds and into Jenn's entrance. Brit eagerly lapped at the tangy sweet nectar, each stroke of her tongue going deeper and deeper into the redhead's core. 

Brit allowed herself a small grin when Jenn moaned again and switched tactics by taking her hands off of her friend's tits and reaching under Jenn's thighs to prop her legs up and push them wider apart. She then brought her tongue back down and then slowly gave Jenn's pussy another long, firm lick from her rosebud to her clit. The brunette paused at the top to run her tongue in circles around Jenn's swollen little pearl a few times and then trailed her tongue back down to burrow back into the redhead's center. 

Jenn moaned again, even louder this time, and shook her hands loose from Brit's hair so she could grab her own breasts. She started pulling and pinching on her nipples as she felt her friend's tongue go impossibly deeper inside of her. She inhaled sharply and closed her eyes. Jenn thought she might be driven to the brink of insanity by how much pleasure this woman's tongue was giving her. She had never even considered that oral sex could be this good much less been on the receiving end of it. 

Her buxom friend's efforts increased as she continued to lick...faster and faster...deeper and deeper. Jenn kept pinching and pulling her nipples as she began to thrash her head from side to side. Brit was purposely using her nose to brush against Jenn's clit as she lapped and tongue-fucked her best friend's pussy. It didn't take very long at all when Jenn suddenly arched her back up off the couch and locked her thighs around Brit's head as her orgasm jolted through her body with what seemed like bolts of electric pleasure that emanated from somewhere deep inside her pussy. Jenn let out a series of short, ragged gasps. 

The brunette had to keep pushing forward against her friend's movements to keep her tongue pushed as far inside of Jenn as she could and was rewarded with a warm gush of fluid. Jenn collapsed back down on to the couch with a heavy sigh mixed with a groan. Brit eased back from her friend, but didn't stop completely as she tenderly used her tongue to gently lap and lick up all of Jenn's nectar. The redhead's legs were twitching and she was breathing heavily and her exhales were intermixed with soft little moans as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her. 

When she finished cleaning up every last drop from Jenn's pussy - and the redhead made it abundantly clear that she couldn't take any more contact by pulling her hips away and trying to roll onto her side - Brit climbed up on the couch beside her friend. Brit managed to work her arms around the redhead and snuggled in close to cuddle her friend. She lovingly kissed Jenn's neck and then the side of the redhead's face before whispering into her ear, "That was fun." 

"No," Jenn kept her eyes closed as she responded and her voice was raw, "that was fucking magical was what that was." 

"I can agree with that," Britt giggled and gave Jenn a squeeze and then released the hug so she could lay back and relax beside her friend. 

"I'm serious," Jenn murmured. She was on the verge of falling asleep. "Magical." 

"Uh-huh", Brit agreed again, but her voice sounded a little breathy. "Magical." 

Jenn was so snuggly comfortable that she really was on the verge of dozing off, but Brit's breathy response and then a familiar sound caused something to click in the redhead's mind. She rolled over and turned back towards her friend and was not surprised at all that the brunette was hard at it...working her fingertips in a circular motion on her clit with one hand while pinching and pulling on one of her nipples with the other. 

"Sorry, hon," Brit managed to grin as she glanced at her friend out of the corner of her eye without stopping or missing a beat. "I just...got so turned on..." 

"Awwww," Jenn pouted out her bottom lip in a sympathetic pout. "I got so caught up in me that I totally forgot about you..." She leaned closer to Brit and softly nuzzled her nose along the outside of the brunette's large breast. "That wasn't very thoughtful of me, was it?" 

"No, no," Brit quickly shook her head as she continued rubbing her pussy. "It's totally okay..." 

Jenn replaced her nuzzles with a soft kiss and then trailed those soft kisses up to Brit's nipple. The redhead kissed the stiff little nub before asking, "What can I do to help?" 

"What you're doing now works for me," Brit grinned with a low moan. 

Jenn lowered her head and pressed her lips to her friend's nipple. She ran the hard flesh back and forth along her lower lip before taking it fully into her mouth and flicking the erect, pink nub with the tip of her tongue. Brit gasped and she started to rub her clit faster. Jenn's hand moved up to cup the large orb and she began kneading it gently as she suckled. The redhead continued to squeeze, lick and nibble the brunette's tit until Brit starting moaning. 

"I'm getting close," Brit whispered. "Jenn...please." 

Jenn lifted her mouth off her friend's breast and asked coyly. "Please what?" 

"I...I need to cum." 

"Then I should help," the redhead offered as her hand slowly traveled down Brit's body. Jenn ran her fingertips along the top of Brit's thigh and then down between her legs. She made sure not to interrupt the brunette's efforts on her clit. 

"Oh," Brit stiffened a little. "Yes...yes...do that." 

Jenn's finger easily slid into Brit's slippery entrance and she pushed it as deep as she could. She slowly brought it out and then pushed it back in again. She wiggled it against the walls of Brit's core and then slowly withdrew it. Jenn couldn't resist and quickly brought that finger to her lips for a quick taste. Brit watched her friend taste her juices and moaned again at the incredibly sexy sight. Jenn brought her hand back down between Brit's thighs, but this time she pushed two fingers into the brunette's opening. 

"Fuck," the brunette groaned and arched her back, pushing her large breasts up. Jenn continued to finger fuck her friend as she reached out with her other hand to grab one of the magnificent globes being offered and began massaging and squeezing it. 

"Harder," Brit managed to gasp as her fingers made furious circles around her aching clit. 

"Damn," Jenn grinned as she pumped her fingers in and out, harder and faster. "You are so wet, hon." 

"Cumming," Brit suddenly growled between clenched teeth and even more fluid began dripping out of her pussy onto Jenn's hand. "Fuuuck! I'm cumming!" 

"Yes," Jenn cooed as she continued driving her fingers in and out of Brit's opening like a piston. "Cum for me, Brit...cum baby." 

"Ohhh!" Brit yelped as her orgasm finally reached its summit. She threw her head back into the soft cushions of the couch and her hips bucked as she squirmed around Jenn's hand between her legs. She took her hand away from her clit and let out a low moan as Jenn kept her fingers buried inside of her. The redhead was amazed at how hard Brit's pussy had clenched on to her fingers. Brit managed to mumble one final "fuck" and then her hips fell back on to the couch and she went limp. 

Jenn eased her fingers out gently from Brit's sticky core and then moved back up into a position beside her friend so she could cuddle the brunette. Brit's body was covered in a light sheen of sweat and her chest was rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. Brit's flesh had goose-fleshed and her legs would quiver every few moments with the last few tremors from her orgasm. Jenn lovingly stroked her friend's cheek and then brought her lips up to Brit's forehead to give her best friend a soft kiss. 

"Magical," Brit finally managed to whisper. "I think I like that word." 

"Absolutely," Jenn agreed and then kissed her friend on the mouth. The kiss was slow and affectionate. 

"Patrick...dude," Will whispered into his cell phone from his hidden vantage point in the kitchen. He could not take his eyes off of his wife and her best friend as they kissed again. He had to reach down and adjust his shorts to allow for his growing excitement. "You are not going to fucking believe this." 

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