6 comments/ 47618 views/ 8 favorites Getting Over Joel Ch. 01 By: Trudy_Antone I heard them and liked them, well before I ever met them. It was hard not to. My new neighbours liked to party outside, they laughed loudly and often. I was intrigued. God knows I'd been eavesdropping on their conversations for months -- endless months of leaving Joel asleep and completely sated in my bed, while I roamed my house in frustration like a silent ghost. They unwittingly provided me much comfort, many a laugh AND raised eyebrows through our adjoining fence. I didn't know what they looked like but I knew Jodie had slept her way through ten football teams and then some. I also knew she had a penchant for wearing next to nothing which led to quite a few heated arguments when Kate bought her boyfriend Michael home. One day I worked up the courage to pop my head over the fence and introduce myself. Before you knew it, we were three peas in a pod, the best of friends, sinking many late night drinks in their back yard around the outdoor table. Not as many as I would've like though. Joel demanded a lot of time and was jealous of my friendships -- he was a possessive thing, my boyfriend. And -- surprise, surprise -- he also turned out to be an ass. I never was any good at partner selection. So when our two year relationship inevitably went to the shithouse, the girls were quick to invite me next door for some consolation. "Hey," Kate said, by way of greeting, tilting her blonde head and looking at me askew, "I like your dress, it looks good on you." My little white number didn't leave much to the imagination, but hey, it boosted my ego. It was definitely a head turner. Low cut and split up both sides, it showed off my tan to perfection and did wonders for my cleavage. "Thanks darl," I gave her a twirl, showing off my other acquisition -- a killer pair of fuck-me heels. I'd been staving off depression with retail therapy. "Niiice," she nodded in appreciation. I closed the door behind me just as Jodie wafted past in her underwear. "Put some bloody clothes on woman," Kate yelled. "Michael will be here any minute." I was a little disappointed. Actually, hugely disappointed. I'd been hoping to drown my sorrows with just the girls. I didn't want excess testosterone in the room, not when I was hating on the male species for the next five hundred years. "Chill out," Jodie instructed Kate, holding up a scoob. "Shotgun anyone?" I watched her reverse the joint in her mouth then leaned in for a blast of concentrated smoke. "Mm," I hummed, holding my breath. Jodie spat out the joint and ashed in her hand. "That dress is Mm," she looked me up and down, reaching out to flick my nipple with her finger. "Headlights and all." "I knew I should've worn a bra," I laughed, flinching away from her outrageousness. "Not at all," Jodie protested, "You look hot." That was just Jodie. She was a harmless, touchy-feely type and I knew not to be offended by her hands-on policy, even when I was a distinctly hands-off kind of girl. I shrugged and took the joint from her fingers. It was too short for further shotguns so I toked it down to the cardboard filter and put it out, raising my eyebrows at Jodie as I demonstrated how to be civilised by using the ashtray. "Would you please put some clothes on?" Kate asked her again, only to be ignored as Jodie sauntered in to the kitchen to fill our wine glasses. I had to admit Jodie had a great ass and the best legs I've ever seen. It was hard not to stare. No wonder she walked around in underwear all the time. Flaunting herself was hardly a sin when she looked that good. Surely beautiful works of art should be on display? And I didn't know what Kate was worrying about, we could all stand 'round naked and Michael wouldn't even look at us twice, not even one stray eyeball. He was so faithful to Kate it was sickening, in a sweet, yuk, are you a real man or not, kind of way. "So why'd you give him the flick?" Kate asked, oblivious to the direction of my eyes, glued involuntarily to Jodie's perfect bottom. She was also oblivious to the reality of my affairs, probably because I'd given her my dignity saving version. "Apart from his over-inflated ego, lack of any real brain, and mother issues," I said, shaking myself out of my weird ass fixation and looking up, "he never gave me a single orgasm." "God," she shuddered violently, "Good riddance." I shuddered myself. Despite the copious amounts of sex we'd had, the drought had been long and hard. Imagine having a boyfriend who was jealous of all things battery operated, and took sadistic pleasure in hiding your toys? Jodie laughed hysterically. "Was the poor man unable to find your clitoris?" "He wasn't that stupid, maybe a little heavy-handed." I didn't know why I was defending him. "Perhaps I'm incapable." Jodie tossed her head. "That's defeatist bullshit, if ever I heard it." The doorbell rang and Kate threw one last withering look at Jodie's state of undress, before running for the door. "Whatever," Jodie rolled her eyes at Kate's retreating back, handing me a glass of wine. "To freedom," she toasted. "Freedom indeed," I answered, lifting my glass to clink hers before draining it in one smooth draught. Her eyebrows raised. "So it's like that is it?" "Uh-huh," I nodded. "I'm in to writing myself off tonight. Goodbye cruel world." "Can do," she said with a wicked smile, promptly refilling my glass. I was downing my third when Michael and Kate came back in to the kitchen. They were a good looking couple, her ice blonde hair and sweet elfin face stood out against his tall, dark and handsome. Still, Michael didn't do much for me; he was too slick, too put-together, and a little possessive for my liking. I was still smarting over 'possessive'. 'Possessive' AND 'Dumped'. I was still pissed over all the time I'd given up and wasted on an asshole like Joel. The two men were scarily similar. I drained my third wine in record time and held out my glass for a fourth. "How are you Sarah?" he asked me politely, ignoring Jodie and her underwear, his eyes fixed strictly at eye level. "Getting freakin pissed," I answered, not quite so nicely, giving him my what's it to you? look. "Oh," he said, his face tightening with disapproval. God, what did Kate see in him when he was always such an uptight drag? We all migrated out to the lounge, sitting around the coffee table on sofas. I was starting to wobble a bit by wine number five. Damn it that Michael was present. The conversation was decidedly straight laced with him around. We could hardly discuss the quality of our orgasms in his delicate hearing. Not without being lynched by Kate anyway. "Bottoms up," Jodie encouraged, clinking glasses with me as I went for number six. I threw my head back, tipped up my glass, and unfortunately forgot the important part -- actually putting the drink to my lips. A full glass of white wine cascaded down my front, soaking my dress. "Dufus," Jodie cried, rolling over side ways on the couch and laughing hysterically. "Shit," Kate said, giving me a cold stare from across the coffee table. I looked down and realised why she was pissed off. I was suddenly the star in a one woman see-through, wet t-shirt competition. My nipples were standing out hard and visible under my white dress. Michael had the decency to look away, which pissed me off totally, unnatural bastard. The least he could've done was appreciated the view. God knows I'd had enough rejection to last a lifetime, and not being vain or anything, but I do have spectacular tits. "C'mon," Jodie said, still laughing but being strangely mindful of Kate's feelings. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up. "I'll help you clean up." She dragged me in to the bathroom and I went sheepishly, not too inebriated to realise that I'd just made a prize dick of myself. Not that that would've mattered if it was just the girls. Damn Kate, I cursed her silently. Damn her for bringing her wet blanket to a girl's night. I sighed loudly. "I need a drink." Jodie giggled at me; she was almost as drunk as I was. "Hang ten, I'll be back," she told me, disappearing for a moment and returning with a bottle and two fresh glasses. "You pour while I clean you up," she instructed, picking up a towel. I did as I was told, refilling our glasses while I swayed slightly, but man, it was very distracting having her rub my front with a towel, stroking my nipples over and over and over again, like she was in some kind of trancelike, vegetative state. Distracting -- because I poured more wine out of the glasses than in -- not to mention ineffective, at this rate it'd take fifty years to dry my dress. "This isn't working," she mumbled. "We're wasting too much wine." I nodded drunkenly, thinking she was referring to my pitiful bartending skills, but that wasn't what she meant at all. Before I could stop her, she bent her head and latched on to one hard peak with her mouth, sucking my nipple through my dress. "Hey," I protested in shock, my eyes wide in mute fascination. "What?" she looked up, lapping at me with her pink tongue. It was mesmerising. "Nothing," I muttered, wondering what the hell we were doing. "Good." She smiled beatifically up at me and went back to work, suckling me through my dress, first one side then the other. Her mouth was hot against the cold, wet material. And God forbid, the tug on my nipples felt divine. "I wish you had two mouths," I joked, suddenly inspired to pour a little more wine over my front. What are friends for? "Mm," she nodded in agreement, still latched on, bringing her hands up to join in, teasing my neglected breast with a finesse that took my breath away. I couldn't deny it no matter how wrong it was -- she looked so good tasting me. Her red lips and dark hair made a beautiful contrast against my white dress. The feelings, the visuals, were carrying me past the point of no return. "Stuff the dress," I said, panting a little, sliding the straps over my arms and pulling the front down to expose my breasts, loving the way they stood to attention, aching for her mouth. "I think these need a good cleaning." I laughed at my own ingenuity. "I concur," Jodie nodded, her dark eyes glued to my chest. She patted the counter behind me, "But you better sit up here. I wouldn't want you to fall over while I'm working." She was full of good ideas. I hoisted myself up on the counter and leaned back against the mirror. There was a second mirror across from me, one that gave me a delectable view of Jodie's amazing rear end. How come I'd never admitted how sexy she was before? Come to think of it, I looked pretty shit hot myself, leaning back against the mirror with my beautiful tits on display, my eyes smoking at the gorgeous sight of the two of us. She leant in, her tongue flickering out to roll over one peak. "Wait," I held up my hand then reached for my wine glass, dipping one breast and then the other in to Pinot Gris, making sure my nipples were dripping. The liquid was chilled and icy -- I couldn't wait for her to warm me up. "Wouldn't want you to go thirsty," I explained slyly. "Always thinking of others," she laughed, but the sound was cut short on my breast as she drew one iced tip in to her hot, wet mouth. It felt so good, so unbelievably good. I couldn't believe I was letting a woman do this to me. I moaned like a slut. I even spread my legs so that she could get closer, clasping her between my thighs. Looking down I revelled in the incredible sight of her mouth and her hands, close-up on my skin. I looked across and watched her from a distance, her head tilting to the side as she worked away at me, her perfect ass jutting outwards for my viewing pleasure. "Clean harder, harder," I moaned, dropping my head back against the mirror. "Mm, just like that." I watched her lick, and suck, and finger and squeeze my titties. I don't think I've ever been so turned on in my life. I don't think I spilt wine in my panties, but I was definitely dripping wet. Sliding my skirt up my thighs I slid an exploratory finger in to my lace bikini. When it was coated and wet I brought it up to my mouth and tasted the juices. Definitely not wine, but infinitely as tasty, if not better. My actions didn't go unnoticed by Jodie. She took control of my hand and put it back where it had come from. I didn't need encouragement; she'd turned me on so much I was dying to finger myself. I tilted my hips back for better access but before I could go to town she pulled back my hand and inserted my fingers one by one in to her mouth, sucking each digit clean. I couldn't fucking believe it. Was this really happening? With two hands back to rolling and tugging on my nipples she looked me straight in the eye. "Looks like you need a clean up somewhere else instead." "Perhaps." I was a little coy, I wasn't sure how drunk she was or how far she wanted to go. But I was too far gone to stop her if she felt so inclined. "I better make sure," she replied, taking the wine bottle and teasing it over my straining nipples before lowering it down my body. I moved my bottom forward on the bench, eager to find out what she was up to. Sliding a finger in to the top of my panties, she pulled the delicate fabric forward slightly, tipping the bottle up slowly until a trickle of wine ran over my clit. It was icy cold, shocking and delicious, especially when she bent over and clamped her mouth to my bikini, sucking the liquid through the lace. I moaned and bucked my hips up in to her face. God, the sight of her beautiful ass in the air, and her face between my legs, was unbearably sexy. I wanted more, I needed more, fuck, I had to have more before I died. "Off, off," I moaned, lifting my bottom and dragging the sides of my knickers down in a frenzy. She looked up at me and smiled a slow, honey of a grin. "This is your job," she handed me the bottle poised ready over my clit, and used her teeth to remove my underwear. While she manoeuvred them over my ankles I lifted one foot on to the bench and used two fingers to part my golden curls and hold myself wide. I could see myself in the mirror, open, glistening red. It was such a beautiful sight. She came back up and I watched her eyes cloud over at the prospect of me ready and waiting. Pushing my knees back with a vengeance, she bent over and tongued my pussy with one long upwards stroke. I just about came then and there. I knew she had hidden talents but I never would've guessed what a master she was at eating pussy. She feasted on me like a starving woman, lapping at my juices with a furious, insatiable greed. Inserting her tongue deep inside me, she held it rigid and tongue fucked me in and out until I was squirming on her face. Her mouth and chin were slick with my wetness. I couldn't take my eyes off her incredible tongue. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever experienced in my lifetime, watching a woman go down on me. And every now and then she'd touch my hand, letting me know she was thirsty, and I'd trickle more wine over my clit, gasping at the coldness of it, moaning when her hot mouth latched on to my engorged button, sucking til I thought my head would come off. "Take your panties off and finger fuck yourself." God, did I say that out loud? In any case, I was glad I opened my big mouth. She complied without stilling her mouth for one second. Spreading her legs wide I could see her pussy was as wet and sexy as mine, her fingers delving in with a rapid, circular rhythm, stimulating her clit and constantly sliding inside. I was just about horizontal on the counter by now, both feet up on the edge, using my fuck-me heels for leverage to buck up in to her face. After one particularly hard suck on my clitoris I lifted my hips so high that she caught my bottom and held me there, slipping her tongue down to probe my asshole, tongue fucking my back hole with an intensity that had me whimpering with pleasure. I was mindless. I didn't care who heard us. I didn't care about anything but having her tongue inside me, every which way. No-one had ever done that to me before. I couldn't believe I'd been so neglected. "Now I wish you had two tongues," I moaned. She smiled wickedly, mouthing in to my dripping snatch, "You taste so goddamn good." That was so great to know. I put down the bottle -- I couldn't hold it up any longer. Lifting my hands I sucked on my fingers and desperately tugged at my nipples, holding them up to lick with my own tongue, while she carried relentlessly on, alternating between sucking my clitty, licking my pussy and tongue fucking my ass hole. I was floating in heaven, my limbs loose and tight at the same time, my mind blank except for the exquisite sensations she induced and the stunning view of her working her own fingers in to her pussy. "I'm going to come," I cried, "I'm going to explode." A sudden knock at the door had us both frozen in horror. "Kate wants to know what's taking so long," Michael yelled through the door. Jodie and I looked at each other guiltily. The door wasn't locked. Thank God it wasn't Kate who came looking for us; she would've barged straight in. "We'll be out in a second," Jodie answered. How could her voice sound so normal? I was dying of shame and frustration. Sitting up quickly, I pulled my top back up over my breasts. The wet material dragged across my hard nipples with an awful finality. I slid off the counter on shaking legs to retrieve my underwear but Jodie was having none of it. The minute I bent over to pick the garment up off the floor, she dropped to her knees behind me and sunk her tongue deep in my back door. I squealed, grabbing the towel to bite down on. Sliding two fingers in to my pussy and finding my aching clitoris with her other hand, she finished me off in seconds, my asshole contracting down expelling her tongue, the muscles in my pussy convulsing on her fingers. Oh my God. Oh my God. An endless orgasm rolled over me, taking my head off, sweeping me away til I collapsed against the bench to stop myself from falling down. Fuck it had been forever since I'd come so hard. I'd forgotten how goddamn delicious it felt. While I heaved and panted against the counter, Jodie got up and turned on the tap, casually washing her hands, her face, her pussy with handfuls of water. "I'll get you a top to cover that dress," she said nonchalantly, as if none of it had happened. Stepping in to her underwear, she casually left the room, not looking back. I stared at myself in the mirror thinking What the fuck? The top of my dress was still see through, my aching nipples still erect, and my eyes were glazed -- whether from the marijuana or the sex, I couldn't tell. Slowly I followed suit, washing myself with handfuls of water and towelling down to remove all traces of sin. My head was whirling. I still couldn't believe what had just happened. Suddenly I couldn't look at myself any longer. Damn it, was I sobering up? Just to make sure, I took a long swig on the bottle. "Sarah?" Jodie knocked at the door, opening it to bring me a jean jacket that mercifully covered my front. I was glad to see she'd found a skirt for herself; if a little too late for me, at least the covering would make Kate happier. "See you out there," she said, sauntering out of the bathroom with the bottle and her glass in hand... Getting Over Joel Ch. 02 I stood in the bathroom taking several deep breaths. When my legs stopped shaking I rejoined the others in the lounge. "Took you long enough," Kate complained in that belligerent tone that signalled she was almost as plastered as me. "Oh well," I hedged, trying to sound normal. "We had to rinse the wine out of my dress." "And we were having a deep and meaningful," Jodie offered, catching my eye. I coughed and knocked back my glass of wine in a single swallow. "Michael's going for pizza," Kate informed us as her man stood up and put on a long trench coat. "Why don't you just ring it?" Jodie asked. Michael shook his head. "Because the wait is an hour and a half for delivery. Half an hour if I drive in and pick it up." "I might come for a ride," I piped up, anxious to get away from Jodie for a while. I needed to think about what had just happened. He looked at Kate, waiting for her permission, suck hole. "Why not?" she agreed airily. "It might do Sarah some good to sober up." I barely managed to stop myself from rolling my eyes at her, meekly following Michael to the door like the pathetic drunkard I was. We rode to the pizza bar in silence, my head full of flashbacks of Jodie's glorious mouth eating me out. God, I was still unbelievably turned on, my panties still wet with wine and my juices. Shit, I should've left them off. The pizza bar Michael took me to was actually a pub; an utterly packed, crowded, seedy dive with a loud funk band playing. I never would've associated this kind of low brow establishment with Kate's high brow boyfriend. I looked at him oddly, a question mark all over my face. "They make the best pizza here," he explained. "Uh-huh," I said, noncommittal, dying for another drink. He must've read my mind. Taking hold of my arm, he led me through the dancing patrons, straight to the bar. Ordering me a wine and himself a can of coke with a full glass of ice, he surprised me by adding four tequila slammers. "What the...?" I said. "Follow me," he ordered, threading through the crowd with a miniature tray covered in shooter glasses, lemon wedges and a salt cellar. Even in my inebriated state I was impressed by his feat. By some miracle we managed to score a high table with stools right up next to the back wall, just as another couple vacated. It was a dark, gloomy corner but I didn't care. All the better to think about my interlude with Jodie without anyone else seeing my flaming face. Putting his lips to my ear he said, "Wait here, I'm going to order the pizzas." I watched him disappear in to the crowd then turned to study the band. They were actually really good -- happening enough to get my hips moving. I was getting in to my little dance, enjoying myself immensely by the time Michael returned. Judging by the way he was looking at me, he was enjoying my little dance too. He couldn't keep his eyes off my back side. Well, fuck me sideways. He was human after all. I smiled at him, the first genuine smile I've ever given him. To my utter astonishment he smiled back, looping his arm around my waist and pulling me in to his side, doing a kind of figure eight lambada with me. I laughed up at him. "You're drunk," I accused. "Not at all," he shook his head, his lips teasing my ear, his hand moving up under my jacket to rest below the swell of my breasts. "Just horny as hell thinking about the sight of your gorgeous tits dripping with wine." Open mouthed and wide-eyed, I stared up at him speechless. "Pity it wasn't me who cleaned you up," he continued, his hot breath on my neck. "I was about to offer my services to suck those perfect nipples dry. God I'd kill to have you in my mouth." Was he for real? I arched my neck back and looked at him through fresh eyes. He really was quite gorgeous when he talked dirty. I could finally see what Kate saw in him. Oh fuck. Kate. His hand moved upwards under my jacket, his thumb circling the hard pebble of my nipple, his fingers tugging on my body. My gorgeous tits he'd said. Those perfect nipples. I whimpered, thrusting my breast in to his hand. Kate who? I reached backwards and took his other hand, lifting it around my waist and pushing it up and under to play with my other titty. I even helped him along by pulling the front of my dress down, giving him free reign of my naked flesh beneath Jodie's borrowed cover. The denim was slightly abrasive, scratching across my tender nipples with a harshness that aroused both pain and acute pleasure. "Mm," I groaned, leaning back against him, rubbing my bottom across his groin in time to the music. He hardened like a rock, pressing his erection against me, his hips moving with mine. Trailing hot kisses up my neck he moved me forwards to the table. "Time to lick. Sip. And suck," he breathed in my ear. "That sounds dirty," I said with a smirk, still moving my hips against him, loving the feel of his cock against me. "You'll have to do the work," he chuckled, "my hands are otherwise occupied." Were they ever! My breasts had never had so much attention in one night; I was getting off on the interest. The more he played, the wetter I got. The harder I pushed myself back against his massive, straining hard-on. He thrust up against me from behind. I whimpered again. From what I could feel - Kate was one lucky bitch. Jesus. Kate. If there was one thing I wasn't going to do... pushing her out of my mind was a good start. I fisted my hand and reached up for him to lick the pad at the base of my thumb. He had a fabulous tongue, licking the gap between my thumb and forefinger like it was my wet pussy. My face was hot just thinking about it. Pouring salt on the wet patch I held up my fist again, letting him lick the salt clean before I held the tequila to his lips. Finally, I put the lemon wedge in his mouth, sneaking my hands back to mould and stroke his cock through his trousers while he sucked on the bitter fruit. He moaned and spat the lemon on the tray. "Very nice," he breathed in my ear, squeezing down hard on my nipples til I arched back against him, my eyes fluttering closed. "Now you," he nodded at the next glass. God it was impossible to concentrate with his hands driving me crazy, the feel of his stiff penis poking in to me from behind. But I managed admirably, downing the tequila while I had visions of his cum trickling down my throat. "Turn around," he demanded. So I did, gladly, eagerly, sucking his tongue in to my mouth when his lips met mine. My mouth was my only orifice that hadn't had a tongue in it all evening. He was a hot, passionate kisser, fucking my mouth with his tongue while his hips moved in unison. And God he tasted good -- so good I didn't give a shit when he unbuttoned my jacket in a room full of people, finally breaking off to stare down at my breasts with appreciation and lust blazing in his eyes. The denim fabric was stiff, standing out to the side, covering me from the general public and exposing myself only to him. Everyone had their backs to us anyway -- they were all too busy watching the band. My heart sped up like an electric train when he licked two fingers and anointed each rosy peak with saliva before salting one nipple and rubbing a lemon wedge over the over, finishing with an ample squeeze of juice. Droplets clung like beads to my pointed, quivering flesh. Glancing quickly over my shoulder to make sure we weren't being observed, I watched in slow motion as he sat down on a stool and pulled me forwards, lowering his head to my salty breast, sucking the peak in to his mouth with a growl. The salt was gritty beneath his tongue, sandpapering my delicate nipple to the point where I nearly screamed from the bliss of it. "Oh God," I sobbed, holding his head to my chest as he sucked me literally off my feet. I was dribbling down the inside of my thighs it was so intense. He moved across to my lemon tip and sucked even harder. He sure knew what he was doing. I was going to come with no clit action at all if he kept this up. I couldn't stop my hips from gyrating if my life depended on it. When he finally broke the vacuum I had never seen my titties so long and elongated, so incredibly sexy. I lifted his head to mine, assaulting his mouth with my tongue, letting him know how much he was blowing my mind. "Damn," he whispered in my ear. "I forgot something." He held up the tequila and we both lost it laughing. "Guess I'll have to try again." Who would've guessed that Michael could be so loose, and have such an inventive mind? He got better looking and sexier with every passing second. I was so freaking hot for him, I didn't care if the whole gig turned around to watch. I wasn't stopping for any-one. I couldn't wait for him to do it again. But instead of reaching for the salt and lemon, he took two ice cubes and popped them between his lips, bending down to suckle me with an icy mouth that shocked and hurt and pleasured until my pussy juices were trickling down the inside of my knee. Oh my God he was unbelievable. I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to have something to hold on to. I had to have his cock in my hand. He salted and lemoned me again, switching sides this time for fairness, while I fumbled at his fly, grateful for his trench coat. "That's it baby," he bit lightly on my ear lobe when I finally released him from his pants, sliding my hand down his beautiful shaft. He was huge, and hard, and shaped so perfectly I could've cried. He thrust in to my coiled hand, momentarily distracted. We moaned in to each other's mouths, then he drew back and stared at my titties before kissing his way down my chest to my salted nipple. This time I cried out loud, knifing up on tippy toe to push my breast in to his hot, suckling mouth. His tongue, grinding the salt in to me, was out of this world. God, I spurted in my underwear, having a mini orgasm, gripping his cock so tight I thought he would explode in my hand. Before he moved to suck the lemon off me, I tipped the tequila in to my mouth, dribbling it between his lips, loving the way he sucked it off my tongue before moving back to devour my bereft nipple. His hand slid up my inner thigh, stopping in surprise when he found moisture dripping down the inside of my leg. He smiled the sexiest, most knowing smile, then took his hand back and licked his fingers. I stood hypnotised when he slipped his hand between my legs again and drew it back wet, reaching out for the salt cellar to season his fingers. "For you," he mouthed, thrusting his fingers in to my mouth and moving them in and out, licking his lips greedily as I sucked him off, savouring the taste of a salted me, wishing to God it was his hard cock in my mouth. He knocked back my tequila too, spurting it between my lips and thrusting his tongue in to my mouth giving me every last drop, while he ran the lemon wedge up under my skirt and rubbed it against my panties before inserting it in my mouth. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My mind departed, leaving nothing but a dripping cunt that begged to be filled. "I want you inside me," I pleaded. A filthy, burning hot smile, turned up the corners of his mouth. He buttoned up my jacket with a fleeting look of regret. "Face the band," he grated in my ear. God, I would've done anything, anything, if he'd asked me to. I would've dropped to my knees in front of an audience and sucked the semen out of him swallowing every last drop like precious nectar. I swivelled around, pushing myself backwards against his cock, sobbing and mindless with need, thankful that the high table and his open trench coat gave us some camouflage. "Fill me up. Fuck me," I moaned, frantically pulling the back of my dress up. It never occurred to me when I bought it that the two deep side splits would come in handy. From the front I was the very picture of decorum. From the back, my dress was up around my waist, his hand pulling my panties down and slicking in to my sopping pussy, honing in on my throbbing clitoris. At the mere touch of his fingers I came all over his hand, my second pocket orgasm in nearly the same number of minutes. He laughed and pulled me back against him, his rock hard cock snaking between my shaking thighs, the head of his penis rubbing back and forth against my slit. "Now, now, now," I pleaded, writhing and twisting, sobbing with desperation to have him inside. Angling upwards, he stood up and thrust in to me so fucking hard it lifted me off my feet. I screamed so loud that one group of girls standing in front of us turned around frowning, looking for the source of the noise. I instantly smiled sweetly, playing the innocent, while all the time Michael's throbbing cock stretched me to bursting point, filling my pussy so deeply I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Slowly he withdrew then thrust in again, pushing in to me and filling me over and over, sliding in to my tight, wet, heat with aching precision. His hand darted up under my jacked and squeezed my breasts together, holding my nipples clamped in an excruciating, exciting, vice like grip. I braced my legs wide apart with one hand on the table and met him stroke for stroke, heaving myself back against him with all my weight and force. I could feel every inch of him pulsing inside me. It was goddamn, fucking divine, being slammed so covertly in a room full of oblivious people, stretched to the hilt around his enormous cock. And his fingers at my clit were a work of genius. I had to bite down on the collar of my jacket to muffle my squeals of pleasure. "Take that, take that, take that," he groaned in my ear. "Yes, yes, God yes," I answered back, biting down on my lip and drawing blood I was so senseless. When he took his fingers away from my clitoris I cried out in agony, but he had other plans, tugging my hand down and under my dress to finger myself while he pushed in to me. His free hand worked around to my ass, spreading my cheeks wider, lubricating the strip behind my pussy until his finger slid in to my anus. God, he felt so unbelievably good, so fucking incredibly dirty and hot, finger fucking my tight hole with one digit, then two. I twisted my head and took his mouth with mine, my head bursting with the knowledge that all my holes were being filled by him. "I'm coming, I'm coming," I panted in to his mouth, swallowing his groans of triumph as he fucked me even harder, lifting me off my toes with every brutal thrust. I don't know how he managed it, but the next thing he was stuffing my tight, hot ass with melting ice. I orgasmed so violently the blood drained from my head and black spots danced in front of my eyes. My whole body was shaking as wave after wave convulsed over me, through me, outwards and inwards, clenching down on his rock hard cock, squeezing him from the inside, burning up the ice inside me until it dribbled out in luscious trickles of water, bathing the base of his erection. I felt him spasm inside me, his body shuddering with mine, emptying his seed in one long, delicious tremor. Joel had never fucked me so hard and so good. He'd never given me an orgasm full stop, let alone a multiple one that collapsed my whole body around him like an accordion on steroids. Michael fell back on to the stool, his back against the wall. We rested for a moment, breathing hard. Head down, still clenching around him, I sucked in entire sky loads of air, my head floating in dizzy ecstasy. "Hey!" I looked behind me but it wasn't Michael who had spoken. Lifting my head, two pizza boxes came in to focus. "You guys better get out of here," said the man with the affronted expression holding out the pizza. "As... soon as... I can... walk... we're... gone," I promised him, taking the pizza and sliding it on to the table. "Five minutes or I'm calling the Police," he warned us, looking positively disgusted at our antics. I swear to God he knew Michael was still inside me. Come to think of it, some of the girls in front of us were still watching. One of them looked incredibly jealous. So we hadn't been as discreet as we thought. I didn't give a flying fig. I'd been fucked harder than I'd ever been in my life, and I was more than willing to do it again in a heartbeat. It was so worth it. We were out of there in four minutes fifty seconds, all the time I needed to skull my wine and zip up his pants, running back to the car laughing like mad scientists who'd just conquered the world. Until I remembered he was one of my best friend's boyfriends and maybe fucking him wasn't really a laughing matter. He seemed to simultaneously reach the same conclusion. "Shit," he swore, ruefully rubbing his crotch. "I know nothing," I said. "Damn you and your see-through dress and your fucking awesome tits." "I know nothing," I repeated. "Right," he adjusted himself through his trousers, "let's get this pizza home." "That's the second best idea you've had all evening." He stared at me hard for a moment then turned the key in the ignition. Like the journey to the pub, we drove home in silence. I was sad I'd never tasted his beautiful cock in my mouth, but you couldn't have everything. Four orgasms in one evening was surely enough for one mortal! Getting Over Joel Ch. 03 The door wrenched open before we even knocked. Kate and her bionic ears must've been listening for the car. I'd been schooling my guilty face all the way home. Surprisingly, I had no trouble looking her in the eye. Neither did Michael. It made me question what sort of depraved people we were. I never realised how easy it was to fuck around on your friends. She held the door open while we two betraying sinners waltzed past her in to the house. "Jesus Sarah." I tried to spin around but she had the hem of my dress captured in her hand. "You've got a huge wet patch on the back of your skirt." Michael kept right on walking – he maybe even sped up a little, gutless bastard – leaving me alone to face the music. "Um, um..." Could she smell him on me? Did she realise that the substance she was closely examining was her boyfriend's bodily fluids? "You must have sat on something nasty." Yeah, Michael's beautiful cock. Swiftly coming down off my orgasm high I fell back to earth with a crash, feeling deeply ashamed, like a right bitch. Kate's angelic, unsuspecting face twisted my guilt as she studied me with concern. "And what happened to your lip?" Touching my cut where I'd bitten myself in the throes of passion, I looked at the floor, desperately wracking my brain. "I can't remember," I lied, hoping my acting skills were adequate enough to fool her. Suddenly she burst out laughing, shaking her head. "You're a mess. That dress is ruined. It's a good thing you don't get pissed too often." Finally she let go of me, subject dropped, and my thundering heart returned to normal. "Where's Jodie?" I asked. "Crashed," Kate pointed towards Jodie's bedroom. I couldn't say I was sorry. In a lot of ways what happened with Jodie was harder to deal with than what happened with Michael. It was natural to crave cock. Letting my girlfriend eat me out was an entirely different matter. Knowing that I'd enjoyed it so much was a revelation to be thought about at length. In private. Possibly with toys involved. The three of us made short work of the pizza, leaving one solitary piece for Jodie's breakfast. I was glad Kate didn't notice how silent Michael and I were. I felt increasingly worse, like a fraud sitting in her home posing as her friend. "I suppose I'd better head off," I said, standing up anxious to leave. "Do you have to?" Kate asked, sounding disappointed. Avoiding Michael's eyes I admitted truthfully, "I've drunk more than enough for one evening. I'm bloody exhausted." They saw me out and I tripped home, relieved to be alone, my head overloading on the wild events of the evening. As soon as I stepped foot inside the door, I stripped out of my sodden panties, peeled my dress down over my hips and walked straight in to the shower. My nipples were still peaked and tender but all in all, not as sticky as I would've expected considering they'd been coated in all manner of things – wine, salt, lemon, tequila. What a rush that was. I lathered soap over my ass, slipping a finger down in to my crack to feel my little puckered hole. I'd never known what pleasure that part of me could bring until tonight. I couldn't wait to explore that notion further sometime in the near future. My pussy was slightly swollen, my inner lips slick with my juices and Michael's cum was still doing a slow trickle out of me. Detaching the shower hose from the wall I aimed it upwards, in to me, spreading my lips apart with one hand, trying to wash away his presence as if that would make things better. God, I didn't even like him. How had I forgotten that just for the sake of a quick fuck? In public nonetheless. Man, when I fully sobered up I was going to be sorry for a long, long time. Yes, I admitted to myself, I was deliciously sore in all the right places. Yes, my body was humming. The only problem was the remorse eating away at my brain. I swear I'd only been under the water for three minutes when my doorbell rang. Shrugging in to a robe I sauntered to the front door. "Who is it?" I called. It was way past polite visiting hours. "It's Kate." I opened the door, surprised to find her on my doorstep all teary eyed. Uh-oh. I was going to kill Michael if he'd made a confession. "What's up?" I asked warily, motioning her inside. "Nothing," she denied, pacing in front of me in a blatant, definitely something, kind of way. "What is it?" I pressed. "Where's Michael?" "He fell asleep on the couch." She looked up at me in anguish and burst in to full blown sobs. Part of me was glad he'd passed out. I couldn't stomach the thought of my friend receiving my sloppy seconds. Still, she was obviously disappointed. My heart turned over with sympathy and I stepped forward to give her a comforting hug. "Come and sit down," I said gently, leading her over to the couch, my arm around her shoulders. She clung to me and cried in to my neck, tears trickling down the front of my robe, tracing a line between my cleavage and rolling down in to my belly button. "Hey," I said softly, pushing her hair back from her face. "I'll get you a cold cloth." "No," she shook her head, burrowing deeper in to the front of my robe. I let her cry, holding her until her tears had run dry. I kept stroking her hair back from her forehead; it was wonderfully silky to touch. I wondered briefly if the hair between her legs was just as soft. I caught myself, reprimanded my filthy mind for travelling to such a dirty place, and reminded myself to focus on my friend. My sad, needy friend. Kate had such a beautiful face. I remembered how when I first met her I'd found it hard not to stare at her incredible cheekbones, her amazing pouty lips. She had her moments of bad temper, but generally she was far sweeter than Jodie or I could ever hope to be. She stared up at me wide eyed, tracing a feather light touch of her finger across my lips. "I wish I had as much confidence as you," she said quietly. "What do you mean?" I asked, taking her hand away from my mouth and holding it in my lap. "You know," she laughed shakily, "the confidence to wear a dress like that. The confidence to let Michael know I wish he wasn't such a gentleman in bed." What? The same Michael who had twisted my nipples and slammed me full of cock in a crowded pub? I had a sudden flash of intuition that Michael treated her too much like a lady when what she longed for was to be taken like a whore. Kate went on. "The confidence to do the things I've always wanted to do." I was perplexed. "Like what?" I asked. "You'll think it's stupid," she looked away embarassed. "Like what?" I persisted. "Like this," she whispered, barely audible, stretching her head up and planting a soft kiss on my lips. I couldn't believe it. What the hell was in the air tonight? I laughed out loud in disbelief. "Oh God, I'm sorry," she muttered, humiliated, pushing herself away from me and standing up in a hurry. "I'll just go." My shocked mind took a while to recover. I recognised what she wanted and it only took a second to realise that it was my duty to give it to her. I owed her. Also, now that I'd learned some hot new things, I felt compelled to pass them on and go further. "Kate, wait." I caught her at the front door, grabbing her by the shoulders and turning her around. "I'm sorry," I told her, leaning forward to brush my lips against hers, ever so softly in return. Her beautiful cornflower blue eyes grew round then she kissed me back, another light touch of her lips. "Sarah," she said in wonder, holding up her finger and tracing it over my lips, exploring the outer contours of my mouth with the sweetest touch. I caught her hand and kissed the tip of her finger before leaning in and planting another gentle kiss on her gorgeous, sensual mouth. Her small pink tongue darted out and moistened the perfection of her lips then she kissed me again, holding her mouth to mine for a fraction longer than before. We stood that way for what seemed an eternity, looking deep in to each other's eyes, exchanging butterfly kisses, light and tender. I kissed her lips, her velvet cheeks, the hollow of her collarbone, the indentation below each ear lobe. And she did the same for me, each touch barely there like a light shower of rain on a hot day. I was conscious of the building need in me for more, the need to plunder her mouth and fill my senses with her unique taste, but I didn't want to push her, didn't want to scare her away. Her beauty and fragility were mesmerising. "I've never kissed a girl before," she admitted. "Neither have I," I said honestly. "I've never wanted to until now." Her eyes glowed at my confession. Actually I'd always been a little put off by the thought of two women together. Call it my strictly hetero upbringing, I don't know, but if there was ever a night for pushing the boundaries, tonight was definitely it. Hell, I'd already crossed the line. She leaned in and teased me again with her lips but this time I tangled my hands in the silk of her hair and held her still against my mouth, letting her know that I wanted her to linger. Running my thumbs over her cheekbones, staring in to her eyes, I whispered, "Do you want to go somewhere more comfortable?" She nodded shyly, submissively trailing behind me as I took her by the hand and led her in to my bedroom. It seemed my libido hadn't run out yet. I was fiercely turned on by the thought of taking the lead. Kate was so petite she sometimes gave the impression of being helpless. I had always felt the urge to protect her but tonight it was tinged by an even greater need - the need to subvert her, control her, pleasure her. I didn't turn the light on. I went straight to the candelabra on my bedside table and lit a match, touching it to the three candles resting on the stand. My bedroom shone with a golden light that highlighted her luminous, ethereal beauty. I raised her hand to my lips and kissed each knuckle, turning her wrist to kiss her palm before tugging her gently down on the bed. I crawled up to the headboard and rearranged the pillows behind me, patting the space beside me. She came slowly but willingly, dragging out the time it took to close the gap between us, her eyes never leaving my mouth. I sank back in to the pillows, drawing her in to my arms. "Sarah," she sighed, pressing her tight little body in to me, touching her lips to mine again and again, firmer and bolder with every kiss. She gasped when I ran my tongue over her bottom lip, tasting the seam of her divine mouth. I couldn't wait to get inside; not forcing my way in was the hardest test of self control I've ever suffered. I kissed, and licked, and nibbled at her lips, wondering if she would ever open for me when suddenly her lips parted and my tongue gained entry to her honeyed mouth. God, she tasted like ambrosia. Her high whimper tightened my nipples and made my pelvic muscles clench. I was determined to do anything to elicit that glorious sound from her again. My lips moved down the column of her neck, my tongue circling little whirls along her flawless skin. I came back up, teasing the corner of her mouth before she turned her head aligning her mouth perfectly under mine. She whimpered again, her lips opening instantly, inviting me in, her tongue sliding against mine in the most beautiful dance. She was soft and wet and hot, the sweetest mouth I've ever tasted. I could lap at her forever, forgoing food and water just for the pure taste of her. Kate's kiss deepened, taking on a hungered edge that matched mine. I sucked her tongue in to my mouth, no longer holding back on the urgent need to pillage her beautiful mouth. We moaned and sighed and whimpered together, our hands tangling in each other's hair, caressing each other with gentle strokes. "What do you want me to do?" I asked. "Tell me." Shyly she looked away but I wasn't having any of it. I wanted her to acknowledge what was going on and to want it as much as I did. Holding her chin firmly in my hand I forced her to look at me while my other hand strayed down to her breasts, circling and softly pinching her burgeoning nipples. She moaned again, arching her back, pushing in to my hand, her fingers coming down to unbutton her blouse. "Touch me," she begged, sliding my hand inside the opening. I made short work of her blouse, sliding it over her shoulders and down her smooth arms, unhooking her bra with a deft touch. Pushing her down on the bed, I removed the scrap of lace, throwing it to the floor. I gazed down at her, awestruck at her small, high breasts, so fitting for my mouth. God she was beautiful. "Tell me what you want," I demanded, watching her eyes melt as I pinched her nipples and hovered my mouth over them. Her head twisted to the side, her bashful tongue failing her again. "Do you want me to lick you with my wet tongue?" I teased, brushing my bottom lip over one distended peak. "Do you want me to suck you in to my hot mouth?" Her hips squirmed beneath me. She lifted up off the bed and dragged my head up to claim my mouth in a passionate kiss, thrusting her demanding tongue between my lips with increasing fervour. Roughly I pushed her away. "If you don't tell me what you want," I warned in a hard voice, "you're going to go home one very unsatisfied girl." Her eyes flared in shock, breaking contact with mine as she looked down thinking about it. When her head lifted her expression was resigned, her voice stronger. "I want you to take me," she said, her voice hoarse with desire. "Use me up. Touch me all over, god, taste me all over. Make me cry. Hurt me a little if thats what it takes to make me scream." I felt a rush of moisture between my legs as I thought of all the things I was going to do to her. "Take it all off," I commanded, my nipples tightening when she lifted her hips up off the bed and slid her skirt and underwear down in one long sweep. She was a Goddess, laid out for my eyes, my touch, my pleasure, my mouth. I started at her feet. God knows I'd stared at them many times before marvelling at how beautiful they were. I lifted one foot and sucked each toe in to my mouth. I never realised that was what I'd always wanted to do until I was actually doing it. My hands had free range over her calves and thighs, stopping just short of the place I most wanted to taste – much, much later - after I made her beg me. I ran my tongue over her insteps, rolling her on to her side so that I could lick the back of her knees. I trailed kisses up her thighs, lightly sucking her flesh as she trembled beneath me, slowly moving higher and higher. I licked the soft line under her exquisite bottom, sweeping my tongue inwards towards her centre, getting off on her keening cries. Pushing her on to her back again, I stretched out beside her revisiting her sweet mouth, moaning with need when she feverishly sucked on my tongue. My hand skimmed her taut belly, sliding over her soft curls and moving away when she lifted her hips for more. I wasn't finished with her by a long shot and wasn't about to give in just yet. I knelt up beside her and slipped out of my robe, straddling over her hips to rub my wet pussy against hers. She thrust up against me, her hands gliding up my thighs, reaching for my hard nipples, but I caught her wrists and pinned them at her sides, bending my head to lap at her breasts. I kissed my way around her gorgeous breasts, licking and sucking everywhere while ignoring her nipples. She twisted and turned beneath me, desperate to fill my mouth with her rosy peaks, but I laughed and continued to tease her, holding her hands still, loving the way she bucked up against my dripping pussy, revelling in the power of being in control and driving her to the edge. "God, suck on me Sarah, please, please, I'm begging you." How could I resist that plaintive cry? God knows I was denying myself, not just her. I'd never had a woman's nipple in my mouth before. It was suddenly a matter of life or death that I try it. I let go of her hands and fell ravenously on her breasts, kissing and licking each straining peak while she arched her back, pulling my head down to suckle. "Suck me, suck me, please..." I drew her in to my mouth, loving the alien feeling of her on my tongue. Sucking gently at first, I rolled and twisted the other with my fingers. I couldn't believe what a turn on it was having a woman's nipple in my mouth. Resting my weight on my elbows, I pushed her titties together, moving from one to the other, sucking harder and harder, circling her with my tongue, driving her utterly crazy. Her shameless cries were music to my ears. Her panting breaths drove me on, made my pussy pulse again and again. Pinching her nipples hard between my fingers I moved upwards and raped her mouth, thrusting in to her sweet hole hard and fast, showing no mercy. Her moans went on and on and on and I loved her that way, yearning and desperate and needy, dripping wet for me. I moved to the side, taking her with me, sliding my knee between her legs, letting her grind against me, slicking her juices all over my thigh. She was getting a little too close for my liking. I pulled away and pushed her off my leg and on to her back. Teasing my hands down her body I lifted her knees and forcefully spread her legs. With both hands I parted her wet lips, holding her wide open and exposed. She moaned and cried and wiggled her hips but I ignored her pleas, holding her pussy captive. "Please," she begged, reaching out for me, but I slapped her hands away. I released her and got off the bed, looking down in to her pleading eyes. "Hold your pussy open for me," I ordered her in a voice I didn't recognise. Instead she slid her fingers in to her crack. I saw red. Instantly I rolled her on her side and smacked her bottom hard. She sucked in a breath, looking over her shoulder at me with tears in her eyes. No wonder Michael was such a gentleman if she was this soft in the bedroom. I smacked her again and again, enjoying her cries of pain, knowing underneath it all that she wanted it. My hand left red patches all over her beautiful ass. I was beside myself with lust at the sight. It took a force of will to stop myself from bending over and licking her tortured skin. "Don't even think about touching yourself," I ordered cruelly. "You came here for a reason and I won't have you taking over my job." I let go of her. "Now on your back bitch. Hold your pussy open for me and don't you dare move." She obeyed me straight away, spreading her lips with two fingers, her other hand grasping the sheet beside her hip. I walked around the bed, staring in to her gaping hole, watching her inner lips contract, pushing her oozing juices out. It was such a gorgeous view I licked my lips with greed. "That's better," I encouraged her. "Hold your pussy wide open and watch me." I had never done this for Joel, never done this for anyone, but Kate inspired me to put on a special performance. Lifting my leg on to the bed I exposed my sopping cunt to her, tweaking my nipples and lifting them high, licking them with my own tongue. Plunging one hand in to my pussy I fingered myself slowly, building up faster and faster until I was furiously rubbing my clit and dipping my fingers inside, pumping hard in to my throbbing snatch. Her eyes never strayed from my hand, her breath coming quick and shallow, her hips rising off the bed. One naughty finger strayed over to her clitoris. I pounced on her, flipped her on her stomach and slapped her thrice across the buttocks. She screamed out loud but I had no pity. I couldn't help noticing how she thrust her bottom towards my hand as if she wanted more. Getting Over Joel Ch. 03 Pulling her hair back, none too gently, her chin lifted off the bed. "What did I tell you to do?" "To hold my pussy open and not move," she gasped. "That's right, and don't you forget it." Remembering what Jodie had done to me, I had a flash of inspiration. "You want to get back in my good books? Suck my fingers clean." She tried to turn her head away but I forced my fingers in to her mouth, pushing them all the way in 'til she was almost deep throating my hand. After the first taste of me she stopped fighting it, her tongue going wild against my skin. I think I convinced her that pussy was something she craved the taste of. When I was satisfied she'd cleaned every last drop, I rolled her back over and gripped her by the ankles, hauling her to the middle of the bed. I noted how she resumed the position, peeling her lips back without having to be told, but I took sadistic pleasure in pushing her knees back even further. Once again I feasted my eyes on her precious slit, her open wide hole. She was so wet she was dribbling on to my bedspread. It gave me such a feeling of power, like I was high on the most amazing drugs. I climbed back on the bed and sucked her nipples back to stiff peaks before crawling up her body, dragging my wet pussy over her skin. From knee to shoulder I left a trail that glistened in the candlelight. Turning around I knelt up over her head, fondling her breasts with one hand while I kept playing with my clit, dipping my fingers inside my pussy and reaching down, smearing them across her lips. Her head was bobbing up off the bed, her tongue reaching out for more. Her begging was out of control. "Please, please, please, Sarah, oh God, please, please, please..." Bending down to bite her nipples then suckle the pain away, I finally gave in. Placing two pillows under her head I lowered myself on to her face. In comparison to Jodie I could tell she was a novice but she certainly caught on quick. It's a miracle I didn't smother her, thrusting my hips in to her tongue, burying her beautiful features in my hot cunt. Every now and then I lifted up to give her air but her hands snaked around my hips pulling me back down. I undulated on her face moaning in bliss. "You want me to eat your beautiful pussy?" I called out. "To bury my tongue inside your tight hole, the same way you're doing it for me? Do you want me to tongue fuck you? To lick you inside out?" She whined and nodded, her nose tickling my ass hole. "Lick both my holes," I said, sliding my ass forward on to her tongue, "and you might just get lucky." To her credit she didn't baulk at my suggestion. How could she? I had her tightly squeezed between my thighs leaving her no other option. As her wet tongue slithered around my anus I cried out loud. God it felt good. I pushed down on her tongue, almost sobbing when it slipped inside. "Don't stop," I yelled, sliding my hands down her body in to her soaking pussy. Her hips lifted off the bed, bucking in to my hands. My fingers rubbed at her slit, plucked at her throbbing clit and pushed deep inside. I wanted to open her wide, fill her up, make her scream as I pushed her over the edge. Falling across her body I finally did what I'd been prolonging all along. Running my tongue over her slit, I licked her lips, her clit, her hole, everything I could get my mouth on. I growled out that she tasted so good, so incredibly horny. I knew she would taste like heaven, but I wasn't prepared for the salty-sweet heady reality of it. Her musky smell flooded my nostrils, her juices filled my mouth. I was lost and found, I was home. I couldn't drink enough to save my life, I was drowning without her. Our strangled cries filled the bedroom, I was out of control and so was she. I couldn't get enough of her. And her ass tasted like nothing else. Almost better than her pussy. I got hotter and hotter trying to push my tongue inside. The way she moaned and cried pushing herself against me told me that she loved it as much as I did. The feel of her tight ring drawing my tongue in deeper almost sent me over the edge. Everything I did to her she mimicked. When I pushed three fingers in to her cunt she followed suit. When I slid a fourth finger in her ass she did the same to me. We grunted and moaned and writhed, fucking each other with fingers and tongues, our bodies slicked in sweat. When I latched on to her swollen clitty and sucked hard, she went with me, both of us screaming in unison as we came at the same time, tightening up and clamping down on each other's fingers, spasming and bathing each other's faces in spurts of pussy juice. Neither of us could stop though, we both kept licking and sucking and drinking each other, feeling our bodies shaking and shuddering together like an earthquake had just rolled through my bedroom. Finally my tongue was just too sore to carry on. "Oh my God Kate," I mouthed her pussy with my lips then lifted off her and turned around, collapsing on the bed beside her. We looked at each other for a moment then shared a tender kiss, our tongues mingling the taste of our juices in the most beautiful blend of nectar. "You are so hot," I told her. "And so are you," she whispered, tasting my mouth one last time in a long intense kiss. I watched her in silence as she got up and searched for her clothes. I was just as turned on by the sight of her dressing as I had been when she'd stripped. Her body was exceptionally fine. God, I could already see myself searching for my toys when she left. "Thank-you" she said, moving towards the door. "My pleasure," I answered, and meant it. My guilt had receded a mile. She turned back at the last moment, hesitating. "About Michael..." she trailed off. "I know nothing," I answered. "And Jodie?" she asked. "I know nothing there either," I replied. Throwing me a sweet smile she left the room, closing the front door behind her with a gentle click. I rolled on to my back and stared sublimely up at the ceiling. I knew plenty. But nothing I was ever going to tell. Rolling over on to my side, contemplating where Joel had hidden my toys, I quickly drifted off to sleep.