7 comments/ 29657 views/ 6 favorites Memoirs of a Menage By: naughtEgirl Author's Note: I haven't written a story in a long time but I felt inspired by Halloween this year. I hope you like it. I would love to hear feedback. Happy Halloween!! - K * mé•nage or menage me•nage′ (mā näz̸h′, mə-) noun 1. a household; domestic establishment 2. the management of a household; housekeeping - It all started off with a desire to help or maybe rescue. There's a defining line between them somewhere but I've never been all that great at sorting them out. One's healthy and the sign of a good friend, the other a little over-invested. I'm guessing my actions last night probably fell into the second category, but I'll let you be the judge. My roommate was in serious need of assistance - she hadn't gotten laid in over a year and she'd become addicted to that god-awful hospital drama where all of the staff members hook up in closets and stuff. Oh wait, my bad, that could be a handful of them, couldn't it? I'm talking about the one that coined the euphemism "vajayjay" and has characters walking around saying "Seriously?!" to each other all the time. The narrating main character, in particular, with her tequila fueled irresponsibility and annoying voice, really got on my nerves... as in "Yes, Seriously, you are overrated!" At any rate, poor television choices aside, Rachelle's behavior was really beginning to concern me. Almost every weekend, she'd been on our couch, wearing pink pajamas that featured little crown wearing frogs and the phrase "Someday my prince will come". It was really quite nauseating and I felt absolutely certain that even if said prince were to come along, he would take one look at those pants (and the chocolate ice cream stain on the tank top) and run for the hills. Rachelle's an attractive girl, but the only way she could pump more implausibly romantic expectations into her head would be if she could figure out a way to liquefy her dvd collection and receive it intravenously. I tried, a thousand times, to explain that men are rarely more concerned with planning the perfect declaration of their love than fucking, but she still maintains that her soul mate (her word not mine!) is out there and she just needs to be patient. I suppose this wouldn't have disturbed me quite so much if she hadn't revealed an astonishing fact early on in our roommate relationship. She doesn't masturbate... I didn't even know there were women like her still out there, but she remained convinced that orgasm was a purely couples' only activity, no matter how much time had passed since a breakup. "So wait, you never even touch yourself?" I asked, unconvinced. I'd mastered the art of achieving an orgasm in two minutes or less at a pretty young age, long before I introduced battery operated buddies into my masturbatory routine. "No. I just really don't want to. Don't get me wrong, I get plenty into sex when I'm with someone, but alone, it just seems like I'm cheating my real sex life. I can wait until I have someone special in my life again." No amount of discussion was able to convince her to change her mind about this, so I made it my personal mission to find the girl a boyfriend, ASAP. Rachelle and I met through a mutual friend a little over a year ago when I desperately needed someone to help make my mortgage payment and she found her lawyer boyfriend fucking his secretary... who was 52. Despite his professions that there was nothing wrong with Rachelle, that he just happened to be really attracted to experienced older women, she took the whole event as a huge blow to her self-esteem. I'm not sure if she owned cute clothes and makeup before the breakup, but I haven't seen any evidence of them since. "Chelle, I think it's time you allowed me to help you out a bit. Your soul mate, and you know how much I hate that term - but I'm attempting to speak your language here - might very well be out there, but you're not going to meet him lounging around here in those pjs. This is your intervention, my friend. I'm sorry there aren't more people here, but given how private you are about your sex life, I figured it was best addressed alone." I expected arguments, declarations of independence, maybe even being told to go fuck myself. What I got instead were tears. "I, I, I," she stuttered in between shattered breaths, "I think you might be right. It's just, well, men don't even notice me, Ava. The other day, a hot guy came in to the bank to ask about a loan and he was checking out Doris. You know, the white trash girl with the split ends... she's not even pretty, but she has huge breasts and wears short skirts. He didn't even look at me!" "Well, sweetie, I think that's because you've been doing your best disappearing act since the breakup. You don't dress up, you don't do your hair or wear makeup and you have a long-standing crush on someone called Dr. McDreamy, for fuck's sake. It might be time to get back out there." "Ok," she said taking a deep breath, "I guess we can go shopping, cause it's not like I'll fit into any of your clothes -" "Why don't you come with me to Nick's Halloween party? I know you were planning to stay in, but this will be a good opportunity to really break the rut you're in. Besides, his straight friend Dane is going to be in town." Truthfully, from what I'd heard about Dane, I wasn't sure he was really her speed, but I knew Rachelle would be encouraged by the potential of the situation. It didn't matter if she'd met someone for five minutes or known them a lifetime, you can be assured that if he was reasonably attractive or funny, she'd tried out his last name behind hers. It was as automatic for her as breathing. Nick is my best friend, the Will to my Grace, if we didn't so desperately hate that show. I swear, I don't hate all television, just well, most anything that isn't on HBO or Showtime. I have very little patience for tv shows that just allude to sex scenes and/or can't say the word "fuck"... if you hadn't noticed, it's a bit of a favorite of mine. One of my favorite things about Nick is that even though he is gay, he is still all man. We don't shop together; he doesn't critique my wardrobe, braid my hair or go see Broadway plays with me. He is a bit of a health nut that criticizes my absolute adoration of red meat, but other than that, he's a lot like my high school boyfriend; tall, blonde, plays every sport imaginable - except, of course, that Nick and I can actually Sleep in the same bed and we love to go places and check out men together. "It's too bad Nick isn't straight. You two would be so perfect together," Rachelle said, a smirk crossing her face. I knew then that her pity party mode was over. We'd had this discussion before and I'd let her know, in no uncertain terms, that I was Not pining away after Nick. If nothing else, I've gotten some of the best blowjob tips from the man. If he were straight, I, and all the guys I've practiced on since, would have seriously missed out. I picked up a throw pillow off the couch and bopped her over the head with it, happy that she was rallying rather than retreating to her room. I hadn't meant to make her cry, although if it had been me that had gone a year without sex, I would have been in a constant state of waterworks. "Tomorrow we will go shopping for a Halloween costume. You will not argue with what I pick out, you will just wear it and say thank you, understand?" Rachelle cringed but agreed. She knew that she needed a kick in the butt and left to her own devices would probably return with something safe and boring, like a nun's habit. I planned to find her something super sexy and get her tipsy enough to not mind. I hoped that a good costume would inspire her to get into character. If I wanted Rachelle to start flirting and making men notice her, she needed to be someone confident and strong, not a slutty version of an eighties cartoon character or stereotypical French maid. The following day after work, she met me at the Costume Closet, a store owned by a friend of Nick's who'd I'd met a couple different times over the years. I was a little worried about finding Rachelle a great costume so last minute, since Halloween was the following night, but Nick was sure Darryl would be helpful. As Rachelle got out of her car, I noticed that her hair was no longer the mousey shade of light brown that it had been the night before, nor was it in the standard bun she'd gotten into the habit of tossing it into. "Well look at you," I smiled, admiring her long straight hair which was now a gorgeous shade of dark brown. "I figured with all of the effort you're putting in, the least I could do was get my hair done on my lunch break. I wasn't sure about the color when my friend Kerry suggested it, but I think it's growing on me." "It really makes your eyes stand out, unless you ran out and got colored contacts on lunch too. Just wait until I put makeup on you, Nick won't even recognize you!" "Nick, schmick, I'm more interested in Dane," she giggled. "Baby steps, Chelle, let's find a costume first." "Ok, so we're looking for strong, independent, confident and sexy, but not in a Destiny's Child way... more like She-ra, yes?" Darryl asked after I explained the situation. "Yes, please, dear God, more like She-ra, less like Beyonce," I laughed, "I'd hate to have to murder my roommate." "You shut your dirty whore mouth, missy. Beyonce Knowles is Goddess on most high. If I were straight, I would lick the black off every inch of that woman's body." "Thank God you're not straight, then. I'm sure Jay-Z would have taken issue with that," Rachelle piped in with a flirtatious smile. I was glad to see that she was practicing, at least, though if that was the best she could do, she was going to need more hours than she had before the party. "Oh, I totally forgot. I think I have just the thing!" Darryl said waving his hands wildly and bouncing from one foot to the other in what looked like a choreographed move from a show tune medley. He disappeared into a room behind the counter and returned with a skimpy dress with leather cords. "It's a Queen Gorgo costume -- you know, the queen from the movie 300? Oh, girls, the abs in that movie!." A collective sigh went up as we all contemplated how we would spend an evening with Gerard Butler, or at least that's where mine and Darryl's minds went, I can't say for sure about Rachelle but the look on her face was pure lust, exactly what I'd expect from someone so celibate. "There's no way I can wear that dress, Ava," Rachelle said, a look of sheer intimidation on her face. "Just breathe, Prudey Princess. You have a great body, and this dress will definitely show it off. Besides, Queen Gorgo totally kicks ass. If you let yourself get into character, you'll own that party." "Why don't you just go try it on?" Darryl suggested, pointing towards a dressing room, "I'm thinking it's going to be h-o-t Hot." "Thanks for your help. I think you're really onto something with this costume," I said absently as I looked through a rack of other costume options. "I'm sure people tell you all the time but you really look like- " "Don't say it, Darryl! I don't care how grateful we are that you have an awesome costume left, I will totally hit you if you say her name. I get so sick of hearing that." I was saved from further discussion of the topic by a call from Rachelle from in the dressing room. She turned the handle on the door and pulled it back just enough to let me in. "I need help. I can't get everything in place right and I'm sure as heck not walking out of this room uncovered," she whispered, her hands covering her bra as the strips of material hung down from her waist. "You do know that you won't be able to wear a bra with this dress, right?" I asked, helping her situate the skirt around her hips. The dress had two strips of gathered cloth that covered her boobs and attached to a brown leather halter strap, with two more straps around her torso. I could see why she was having a hard time getting into it, but the open back really showed off her muscle tone and the slight flaring of her hips. She really was very sexy when she wasn't hiding in baggy t-shirts and jeans. With everything in place, I stepped back and looked her over. The outfit was probably sexier than anything she'd ever let herself wear in the bedroom. I imagined her as a lights off, under the covers sort of girl. Nonetheless, she looked great and I knew it was up to me to talk her into seeing it as well. "Wow, lady. Have you been spending extra time in the gym? You look amazing. For the party, I'll help you curl your hair like hers and we'll get some gold jewelry, but it's seriously your body that is making this outfit." "But there's so much skin exposed, my whole back, my sides and once I take this bra off, the insides of my breasts. I feel like I'm hardly wearing anything at all. If my mother could see me, she'd roll over in her grave." "If your mother could see you, she'd wish for you to be happy and feel comfortable in your own skin," I countered, not sure her mother would want such a thing, but it's what I wanted for her, "C'mon, Chelle, you look hot. You can do this! I'm going to unsnap the bra though, so we can see for sure what we're working with, ok?" She nodded nervously and it occurred to me that in the whole year we had lived together, I'd never seen Rachelle in anything less than a full set of clothes. I walked around in a bra and panties, getting ready for various things, all the time. It never really even occurred to me to wonder if that made her uncomfortable. I happen to be quite happy with my body, but then again, I'm that girl who can eat whatever she wants and not go to the gym. I know it's a charmed existence and I plan to work it until life deals me something different. As I'd done a thousand times with my own bras, I quickly undid the small hooks and watched as Rachelle slid the bra out from underneath the dress. She blushed as she accidentally flashed me a bit of her nipple. She had dark areolas, a sort of taupe color that went nicely with her skin tone and dark brown hair. I put my hand on her back softly to reassure her that it was no big deal but felt goose bumps form beneath my palm and watched as she trembled slightly. Either the girl had a bit of a crush on me or it really had been too long since anyone had touched her. Watching the flush in her cheeks, I guessed that it was probably a bit of both. I was a little flattered that such a straight girl was having a bi-curious moment over me. I'm cute, but I've never given a whole lot of thought to how I might appeal to women, let alone super straight ones. My experience with women is limited to a couple of threesomes where I joined my friend Kelly and her boyfriend at their request. I was intrigued by the idea of it all, and I'm generally up for trying anything once. Unfortunately, my spontaneity and willingness worked a little too well for Chris. He ended up falling for me and breaking up with Kelly. I haven't ventured into anyone else's bedroom since then, even though the sex itself was awesome. Before I even realized I was doing it, I envisioned myself pushing Rachelle up against the wall of the dressing room, leaning up and softly kissing her lips, my hands slipping underneath the fabric of her dress, rubbing across her pretty nipples. I could almost feel her warm breath, exhaled in a deep moan, blowing into my hair. Quickly I stepped back, "Wow, you look great. I'm going to go look for some sandals and accessories while you change back into normal clothes. How awesome is it that we found your costume on the first try? I know how much you hate shopping." I was rambling, so I just turned and left the room quickly. Once I was out of earshot, back in the main store, I took a deep breath. I was actually pretty surprised. I'd never once thought about Rachelle that way and yet my pulse was racing. I supposed that I'd spent just a little too much time contemplating Rachelle's lack of a sex life. With all of that energy focused on the need to get her laid, apparently I'd become just a tad obsessed and heck, that had probably even caused her slight crush on me, for that matter. Shaking my head to clear the thoughts, I went off to find Darryl. "It's a good thing she has long brown hair, she won't even need a wig or extensions or anything," he chatted excitedly as we picked out a few random pieces. I put the entire costume on my credit card. Maybe I felt just the tiniest bit guilty, but I rationalized the purchase as my investment in Rachelle's future happiness. When we got home, we watched the movie for inspiration. "Holy crap, she has the biggest nipples I've ever seen!" Rachelle exclaimed as she watched Lena Headey's character fuck Gerard Butler's in a scene that had to be making a girl, who never watched porn or masturbated, at least a little wet. "I know. If Gerard weren't so hot, they'd totally steal the scene. And that's such a great line... your lips can finish what your fingers have started. I'm going to have to remember that one." "I think my breasts are a little bigger than hers though. Thank goodness those leather straps wrap pretty tightly around that material," she thought aloud. I was pleased that she gearing herself up for the party rather than trying to convince me she couldn't pull it off but I wished she'd stop talking about her breasts. I'd been doing my best not to think about them. A few scenes later, when the queen negotiated with the councilor, Rachelle cringed. We had watched the movie together before, since it's a favorite of mine, so she knew what was coming but she looked even more uncomfortable this time around. My guess was that in preparation for the party, she was envisioning herself in the role already. "I don't think I could do that," she shivered as the councilor pushed the queen's body into the wall. She scowled as he uttered the lines, "This will not be over quickly. You will not enjoy this. I am not your king." "Well, they said only the strong and the hard could call themselves Spartans. It's fitting that the queen would be one of the strongest and hardest. I told you she kicks ass. A woman like that deserves to be married to a King like Leonidas." A few scenes later, when the queen had the opportunity to mimic the lines I said, "That right there, see her complete self-composure and confidence. That's what I want you to have tomorrow night. Well, always, really -- but we can start with the party where you'll be wearing her costume." Rachelle smiled, inspired, if not by the sexual politics, then Gorgo's incredible self-awareness. It was clear that she admired her strength and was trying to channel it into herself, no small feat for a woman who had crumbled after being betrayed by her boyfriend. Mentally, I rallied with her. I was tired of being the only person who could see how great this woman was and was determined to set her in the path of men whom she could demand take notice. Before we went to sleep we made plans to meet for a few drinks after work, before we got dressed for the party. I'm not a huge drinker myself, but I've done many brave things with a bit of liquid courage in me and I figured it wouldn't hurt for Rachelle to have a couple under her belt before putting the costume back on. "Good night, my queen," I said as I made my way to my room. I honestly wasn't sure who was looking forward to the party more. I felt a bit like a mad scientist, preparing to unveil my creation to the world of men... and they were going to thank me for it. "No, I'm sorry, Nick, I can't come over early and help you set things up. I'm helping Rachelle get all dolled up. Yes, she's coming and she's going to look so hot you just might give up boys for her," I teased him on the phone when he called the next morning. Memoirs of a Menage "I will or you will?" I hadn't even told him about the dressing room. He was just teasing, but I felt a flutter in my stomach all the same, "I've never liked pink princess pajamas." "You just wait, Mr. Man. You're going to eat those words." "Wait, you're not going to be too busy babysitting her to hang out with Dane are you? I've been talking you up to him for weeks. He loves Christina Aguilera." "Fuck you. You did not tell him I look like her, if for no other reason than you know I'd punch you. Anyway, I sort of promised Dane to Chelle." "What the fuck, Ava? I get that you're all into your new fairy godmother role but you've got to be shitting me. I'll give you $100 if Rachelle can even get Dane to remember her name. She doesn't hold a candle to you, not even if all the electricity were out in the city." "Flattery will get you everywhere, which you know, of course but you're just going to have to trust me... and give me a hundred bucks," I laughed into the phone hanging up on him so that I could attend to my project. As Rachelle and I walked into the party, I started keeping a mental tally of the number of jaws that dropped. Men, women, young, old -- it didn't matter. Everyone was checking out Rachelle and to her credit, she was taking it in stride, smiling back confidently, thanks in part to a couple shots of pre-game tequila. I suppose, to be fair, it's not like I was invisible, but in order to play up Rachelle's re-entrance into the dating world, I decided to switch costumes from my planned dominatrix outfit to a costume I'd worn a few years before. It had a long bright red silk cape with a hood and underneath I was wearing a rather innocent looking white dress that laced up in front. In my hands, I carried a small picnic basket. While Little Red Riding Hood might not be the sexiest character ever written, I've never really had trouble attracting boys and besides, she has such great flirty lines... "My what big..." well, you get the idea. Nick lost no time in crossing the room to me. "I thought you were bringing Rachelle?" he said dramatically, his eyebrows raised as he watched her make her way towards the keg of beer. "You must be really hard up for money, hiring a look alike to sashay in here like sex on wheels." I flashed him an "I told you so" smile. I was feeling rather pleased with myself and quite looking forward to when Dane, the player from out of town, noticed my protégé. He might have a fondness for Christina Aguilera but tonight, Rachelle was Lena Heady and I felt certain that if I couldn't keep my eyes of her ass and cleavage in that get up, no straight man had a prayer. I watched a co-worker of Nick's point to Rachelle as she poured a beer for herself. I'd met her before at a Christmas party and remembered her being reasonably cool but couldn't remember her name. I decided that I was still a fan of hers when she drew a few of her guy friends' attention to Rachelle. It seemed I was going to have a bit of help in the promotions department. As a brief side note, I just have to give kudos to women who are secure enough to point out other attractive women in appreciation instead of envy or looking for one slight flaw so they can feel better about themselves. "I don't know that I ever wanted to be a big, bad wolf so bad before," a voice said a deep voice from behind me. I wasn't sure, because I hadn't actually met him yet, but my guess was that this would be the introduction of Dane, the game show winner slotted to win fabulous prizes, a la my Chelle-Gorgo. "Meaning you'd relish eating my grandmother?" I piped, turning around to see him, "She's pushing 70 and since pop pop's been gone, I'm fairly certain she's been alone. She'd be up for it. Shall I call her?" "Nick said you were witty," Dane smiled, a dazzling smile I knew Rachelle would melt over. He was actually just a little too pretty for my taste. "It's sad he wasn't right. That was just gross." I laughed. At least he was worth verbally sparring with. There was at least the slightest chance that he was worthy of the rewards he would reap this Halloween. "Indeed. For what it's worth, my grandpa isn't really dead. He and grandma are living happily ever after in an ex-patriot town in Aruba. I visit every summer." "Well traveled with big boobs. Can you say dream girl?" "While I'm sure you intended that to be flattering, there's actually someone I wanted to introduce you to. Come along, Dane, I have a bet to win," I said cryptically, grabbing his hand and leading him in the direction in which I had last seen Rachelle. I weaved through several costumed guests, who had clearly followed the general tradition of sexy over scary. In the corner was a smoldering vampire staring towards the sliding glass door leading to the backyard. My best guess was that Rachelle had gone out there. I hadn't seen anyone else at the party who would attract that sort of single-minded staring. On the back patio a beer pong table had been set up and Rachelle was teamed up with an unimpressively dressed witch, playing against a fairy and a werewolf. Rather than interrupt their game, I took a seat near the fire pit where I could watch the game and motioned for Dane to do the same. "The hot chic," I said gesturing with my hand, "is my roommate, Rachelle." "From where I'm sitting, the hot chic is right next to me. What I really want to know is what's inside that picnic basket," Dane said, scooting his chair nearer to mine and placing his hand on my leg. Inwardly I sighed. For starters, even if Nick had been singing my praises, Dane was awfully forward and sure of himself. Had Nick told him that all he would have to do was show up; smile and I'd drag him off to a room and let him fuck my brains out? Just because I'm not hard to talk into a good time doesn't mean I don't expect a little effort to impress me. "Easy there turbo... Why don't you get us some beer?" I suggested, pointing to the keg on the patio not too far from where Rachelle was losing terribly at beer pong. I saw her chug the contents of another red solo cup and mentally hoped that she didn't get herself too wasted and pass out before she could surprise herself with the ability to have a one night stand. Dane returned with two beers and said, "All right, I have to admit you were right about your roommate. Her tits look amazing in that costume." I was once again reminded why overly attractive men aren't really my type. They think that their good looks are all they need in any situation, but at least he was now focused on the intended target. Rachelle was leaning forward in a last ditch attempt to make a comeback in the game and her cleavage was more than peeking out from beneath the fabric. I thought again of the flash of her nipple in the dressing room and flushed. I was glad I was near the fire and that Dane wasn't paying much attention or I was sure I would have been called out for perving on my roomie. Upon losing the game, Rachelle made her way over to Dane and I, artfully removing his beer from his hand and smiling prettily, "You shouldn't have," she said as she took a generous drink of his beer, leaving some of her lipstick on the glass before handing it back to a bemused Dane. I could see the wheels spinning in his brain, playing out what that shade of lipstick would look like, left on his cock after she slid it in her mouth. Where on earth was Rachelle? That was a seductive move way above her pay grade. I was thrilled that she was really working the confidence angle and more than a little proud of the role I had played in bringing her to this point. If only the hot guy at the bank could see her now. White trash split ends had nothing on this girl. "Chelle, this is Dane. He was just telling me how much he liked your costume," I said standing up to leave them alone. I could overhear Dane falling over himself to make a charming presentation to Rachelle just before she left him and caught up to me. "I figure I should let him chase me some," Rachelle laughed, slipping her arm through mine and following me inside to see Nick. Dane spent the evening attempting to ply Rachelle with drinks, assuming that her reluctance to spend time with him was just a matter of not enough alcohol. At turns he flirted with me, perhaps in the hopes that I would join them too but I truly had no desire to hook up with Dane. I was quite happy to pass him on to my friend who was in desperate need of his services. I just hoped he was better in bed than he was out of it, but I remained unconvinced. Around 1am, as I was doing shots with the hot vampire in the kitchen, Nick slid a bill into my cleavage, which was pushed up nicely by my bra and the corset lacings of the dress. "Here's a hundred bucks," Nick smiled, watching Rachelle and Dane makeout in the corner of the room. "This is a one," I laughed as I fished it out, "What am I, a stripper? I'd offer to give you a lap dance but I know I'm not your type." "I was hoping you would be too drunk to notice. Ok, so I owe you. Jesus, Ava, Rachelle's in rare form tonight. Where the hell has she been hiding all that sass for the past year?" "Apparently under pink princess pjs... I always knew fairy tales were like kryptonite to real girl power... What? What's that look for? I won fair and square and my protégé is fucking rocking it tonight!" "No, it's not that. Rachelle is trying to flag you down. She looks like she needs a last minute pep talk." I saw Dane leading Rachelle off to the guest bedroom he was staying in. Most of the guests had either left for other parties or were totally trashed, sitting around the living room playing drinking games, ensuring wickedly bad hangovers the next morning. Rachelle motioned for me to follow her, telling Dane that she would be in the room in a minute. "Ava, I'm nervous. I haven't been with anyone in over a year and Dane is so hot. I've never done anything like this before. I know I'm not going to ride off into the sunset with this one but I'm so fucking horny. Would I be a total whore if I just used him for sex and never called him again? He's kind of boring beneath the hotness." Instead of answering Rachelle's resurfacing insecurities with words, I kissed her. I softened my lips and traced hers with my tongue delighting in their softness and the lingering sweetness of her lip gloss. She was utterly beautiful and sexy. I thought that if perhaps she could just feel the effect she was having on me, she would regain the cocky spirit she'd been using to flirt with Dane all night and resolve herself to letting Dane meet her needs despite his lack of soulmate qualifications. To my surprise Rachelle began to kiss me back, her tongue sliding into my mouth, caressing my own, her lips molding to mine. I felt a surge of wetness leak onto my white lace thong and suddenly I knew that Dane's luck was about to change. "Atta girl, Chelle. Now go in there and get yourself an orgasm or two!" Rachelle giggled and walked into the bedroom closing the door behind her. Relieved of my coaching duties, I went back to the kitchen to see if the vampire had any interest in attending to my own needs. His strong hands lifting me on to the kitchen counter where he began to kiss and suck on my neck trailing down to my cleavage clearly answered my question. Just as I was about to suggest that we move somewhere less public, I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Coach, your girl needs you again." Nick said, clearly regretting that he had to breakup my plans with a man he aesthetically approved of. "What?" I asked, trying to clear the lust induced fog from my brain. "Just go to the guestroom. She texted us both but I was the only one who had an eye on my phone." Apologetically I shrugged at the vampire whose name I couldn't remember. I felt a little bit bad for him but I was sure he would find a way to manage his disappointment. "I need to put on my superhero cape and rescue my friend. If I'm not back in 20 minutes, just come find me," I winked at him and he seemed appeased, as much by my words as the shot that Nick handed to him. "Chelle?" I asked, peeking my head inside the bedroom door. The scene inside would have been hysterical if Rachelle hadn't looked so completely mortified. Dane was lying slumped in an armchair near the bed, apparently having passed out. I tried not to giggle as I remembered my fear earlier in the evening that such a fate my befall Rachelle. "He asked me to strip for him and I started to but... he... Fell Asleep. Oh, God, Ava. I'm so embarrassed. I should have known this was a bad idea. I'm no bad ass seductress; I'm just quiet Rachelle the banker, good with numbers but not men." Tears threatened to spill down her cheeks as she held the dress to her body, attempting to hide her breasts from me. "Rachelle, this is not your fault. Clearly Dane can't hold his liquor. He was trying all night to get you drunk and apparently his tactics only worked on himself," I sighed, leading her over to the bed. "Babe, you're drunk, turned on and have been stood up by an idiot of a man. I really think this is the best possible time to rethink your no masturbation policy." Rachelle shook her head, apparently sticking to her principles. "Seriously, you know your pussy has to be throbbing right about now. I saw you working your magic on Dale. C'mon, Chelle, give yourself a break. I've never seen anyone who needed to cum as badly as you do right now. Dane's passed out, he's not going to know or remember. I won't tell, I promise. I just want you to be happy and I think this costume was a great first step. Getting yourself off would be a perfect second." Rachelle bit her lip. I could tell she was thinking about it but she also clearly wanted to say something. "Ava, this might be the alcohol or the sheer ridiculousness of this night but I know that I don't want to masturbate right now. I... I want," she paused. "What sweetie? Being able to say what you want is pretty important. Do you want me to take you home? I have a hot vampire waiting on me in the kitchen but I supposed I could drag him back to my own bed." Rachelle's eyes lit up then. "No... I don't want you to take me home. I want you... and the vampire to come back in here and lock the door." I blinked. Of all the things I had expected Rachelle to say, a threesome proposition wasn't even on the list. "No way. Rachelle, you haven't even talked to the guy. You were worried about having sex with Dane who you talked to all night. This is pretty far beyond that. Hell, even I don't remember his name." "But I know you, Ava. I can't stop thinking about the way you kissed me before I came in here. I think you want me too. Hell, I can just offer to let the vampire watch us if I don't feel up to letting him touch me. Please... I just want to do this while I still have the courage. I really want to kiss you again... to touch you. You're so beautiful." At that, I forgot all about the vampire. I simply leaned in and kissed Rachelle again, pushing her back on the bed, feeling her breasts pushing back against mine as I lay on top of her. In my previous experiences with a threesome, I'd really only joined Kelly in playing with Chris. Sure, he attended to our needs as well, but other than a couple of giggly kisses, Kelly and I didn't have much to do with each other aside from being naked and draping over her man. Now that I'd kissed Rachelle, I was desperate to feel her nipples hardening to my touch, to run my tongue over them and make her squirm under my hands. For all that I've never really indulged in fantasies of women before, I must admit that I love to hear moans and squeals of delight - especially when they aren't forced, fake, porn-style. Rachelle reached her hands up to play with my curled blonde hair and I took the opportunity to move her dress away from her body. The sight of both of her nipples made me quivery and I rubbed my palms over them lightly, eliciting a very real moan from Rachelle's lips. Her fingers caressed my neck and collarbone, down to the deep line of cleavage and began to rub there gently as if she'd had her eye on it for some time. Maybe she had been wanting me or maybe it was just the strange circumstances but I wasn't in the mood to question things. I just knew that I wanted her. She untied the strings of my red cape and let it fall behind me. There the two of us were, in completely different white dresses, fondling, groping and showing no hints of straightness. My hands roamed her body, feeling her soft skin, wanting nothing more than to rid us both of all of our clothes and see what our bodies felt like skin to skin. Rachelle apparently had the same goal. I could feel her unlacing my dress and sliding it off my shoulders. She hooked her fingers in each of my bra straps and pulled those down as she went. She continued to caress my skin, placing light kisses on my collarbone before trailing back up my neck to my lips. Her kisses were sweet and soft and suddenly I had Katy Perry lyrics running through my brain. I heard the door open behind us and felt Rachelle stop dead in her tracks. My heart started pounding, not that it wasn't already in the heat of the moment, but this was fueled by my absolute fear that the entrance of another person would cause Rachelle to snap out of whatever had caused her to want me. I so desperately wanted to continue whatever this was. It felt so good. "Um, uh... wow," I heard the vampire say from the doorway, "I was looking for Ava but ummm... should I leave?" I looked at Rachelle, curious to see and hear her response to the intruder. I'd forgotten that I'd told him to come find me and I was going to be so pissed if he messed this up for me. Rachelle looked embarrassed, flushed, mussed and unbelievably sexy. She also looked like she could care less about the vampire. She waved him in dismissively and then with a stern voice said, "Watch if you want but you can't touch us unless we ask you to. Got it?" As he nodded enthusiastically, I vaguely heard Rachelle ask his name and his muffled response before my thoughts returned to the girl at hand. I didn't realize I'd been holding my breath until I released it in a relieved gasp. She was going to roll with it. Steve, the hot vampire guy was gonna watch us, which appealed my exhibitionism but mostly I just wanted my lips back on Rachelle's. Steve closed the door behind him and locked it. I didn't turn around to see where he went. I didn't care. I just wanted to feel Rachelle's body, smell her, taste her. I started to kiss her again and her hand found its way up under my dress, tracing its way up my inner thigh when she stopped abruptly again. Pulling her fingers back out, she showed them to me, slick with my juices. I was so turned on, it was dripping down my thighs. I'm normally not overly wet. Not dry, just not a fountain. All I could think was, "Holy shit. I Really want her." "Ava... I... I've never been with a woman. I don't... I don't know if I'll be able to..." she couldn't even bring herself to say what she feared but I wasn't sure words like "lick your pussy" would sound right coming from Rachelle anyway. "Shhhhh. What do you think the vampire's here for?" I whispered in her ear, "Right now though, I don't give a shit about him. I just want to play with you. We'll call him if we need him." I really wasn't feeling like we were going to need him but I might think differently if Rachelle realized that not only couldn't she bring herself to lick me, but not having masturbated her whole life, didn't know how to work a clit. However, these coherent thoughts left me as Rachelle's lips brushed across my nipple, first gently and then she wrapped her lips around it and began to suck. The fiery sensations that shot straight down my body through my groin and to my clit were instantaneous. Memoirs of a Menage "Oh, God, Chelle... yes," I moaned. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Steve, propped up against the wall, watching us intently with an ever growing bulge in his pants. Sitting up, I untied the ropes that were holding the rest of Rachelle's dress around her waist. I was shocked to see that she hadn't worn any underwear under her costume. I knew she wouldn't have a bra, based on the cut of the dress but no panties was awfully bold for such a prudish girl. I raised an eyebrow at her and she just smiled a girlish, innocent smile. The cocky seductress she'd been with Dane was gone and in her place was my roommate, sweet, open and hopeful... only more naked than usual. "I didn't want panty lines. Besides, no fair, Ava, now I'm naked and you're not," she whispered, drinking in the sight of me sitting next to her topless. Getting off the bed, I slowly unzipped the dress and then slid it down my legs, revealing my soaked thong clinging to the lips of my pussy, outlining the wet slit. I slid my fingers into the elastic band and drug them down as well, bending at the waist providing the vampire a nice view of my ass and pussy. I figured it was only fair since it was unlikely he was going to be put in the game. Climbing back on the bed, I moved over Rachelle's naked body, my leg sliding in between hers, the top of my thigh pressed between the apex of hers. Placing a little pressure on her clit through her outer lips, I leaned down to kiss her again. For a moment, I felt a little sad that I didn't have a cock with which to fuck her but then I remembered it had been a whole year since she'd had an orgasm. Even my inexperienced fingers and tongue should be able to do the trick. I trailed my hands up her body to her breasts again, rolling them beneath my hands and kissing her neck. The way she squirmed beneath me, I knew that it wouldn't take much effort to bring her to climax but I was enjoying our play. In most of my sexual encounters, the touching, kissing, playful aspects of foreplay were rushed through in an effort to get to the end goal. This was different. I knew orgasm would be there at the end but it could wait while I explored the body I'd been day dreaming about. I kissed the curves of her hips, the outsides of her thighs, down her calves and even tickled the soles of her feet. I wished I had something soft, fuzzy or silky to slide over her skin and realized that my cape would do nicely. Picking it up from beside the bed where it had fallen, I rubbed Rachelle with it until she grabbed my hands and moved them to her wet pussy lips. She wasn't dripping like I was but she was definitely wet. I ran a finger up and down her slit, causing her to shiver before separating the lips and caressing each inch of the slick pink folds. I skimmed her clit and watched her nearly jump off the bed. I decided that I would wait before making her cum and slid a finger inside her instead. She was warm and ridiculously tight, which made sense but still felt incredibly staggering. I wondered suddenly, how many fingers I would be able to slide in her without hurting her. I decided that despite the tight grip she had on my first finger that two were better. As I slid in a second finger, palm up, I rubbed her gspot, first lightly and then increased the pressure as Rachelle lifted her hips into my hand. I couldn't resist the urge to begin pumping them in and out of her and suddenly I understood the high school boy obsession with fingering a girl. I'm not sure I'd call it "warm apple pie" but totally fucking amazing... those words came to mind. I decided then and there that I was going to use my tongue to bring Rachelle to her first orgasm in a year. I was a little anxious that I'd never done it before but then, if you can deep throat an 8 inch cock, you suddenly feel like you can do anything. Pushing her legs further apart, I inhaled the scent of her arousal and tentatively began to lick the wetness, unsure how I would feel about the taste. I've never been overly crazy about the taste of cum but it's easily swallowed and escaped. This would be a lot more prolonged contact of my taste buds. What if all those hormones or pheromones or whatever only tasted good to men or women who were actually lesbian? I was delighted to find it sweetly tangy and while it was a new taste, it wasn't something I couldn't bring myself to lick up. After drawing my tongue up and down her outer lips, I then spread them apart and zeroed in on her clit, suddenly anxious to see just how long it would take to make her cum. I slid my tongue in circles around her clit and then made crosses to mix it up. Thinking of one of my favorite toys, I then mixed it up by tapping in rhythmic bursts. If the moans and squirming from Rachelle were any indication, it was a good plan. Knowing that my favorite combo for oral is two fingers inside and a tongue on my clit, I decided to try that out too. For the record, I must apologize to all of the men whose oral skills I have criticized over the years. Trying to make my fingers stroke a gspot and my tongue do amazing things on a clit at the same time was way more complicated than rubbing my belly and patting my head. Thankfully Rachelle didn't seem to notice my coordination issues. Her moans became increasingly louder and the bucking of her hips made me wonder if it was possible for her to break off my fingers. She was definitely a fan of my work. As I sensed her getting close to cumming I slowed my fingers and just maintained pressure as I licked her clit faster. I was rewarded by her gasping my name as she came, her legs stiffening, the walls of her pussy clamping down on my fingers and her hands pushing me away from her over sensitized clit. As I sat up, I must have had a Cheshire cat grin on my face. I felt incredibly proud that my first time at bat had been hit out of the park. I even mocked myself, in my own head of course, that licking pussy had suddenly made me turn to sports metaphors but I was just so damn impressed with my abilities. "You look very pleased with yourself, Ava," Rachelle said as she resurfaced. She looked even prettier in her post orgasmic glory. "Oh, I am. That was... well, it was really cool. You should try it," I smiled, absentmindedly sweeping my hands over my body, eager to feel the way that Rachelle currently did. She bit her lip again, "I don't know about the licking, but I do want to feel you. I guess I'll start there." She sat up, took another deep breath to regain her composure and then surprised me by throwing me back on the bed. I don't know if she was taking a page from my own playbook or if it was just her intuition telling her that I liked to be tossed around a bit. She wasted no time returning to my nipples. There was no doubt that the girl liked boobs. I noticed that Steve was outright stroking his cock as he watched, but he was dutifully staying away from the bed, as instructed. I almost felt sorry for Dane that he was missing the whole thing but his light snores began to annoy me and I endeavored to drown him out with my moans in response to Rachelle's fingers. Rachelle's hands caressed my body, just as I'd done to hers. She even picked the cape back up and ran it all over my skin giving me goose bumps. It was definitely one of the more erotic moments of my life, watching this stunning brunette with rumpled hair caress my body with red silk. I tried to reach up and play with her but she swatted my hands away. "No, no, you've done enough. It's my turn to play. Lay there and be a good girl," she commanded. "And if I don't?" I smiled, thoroughly enjoying the bossy version of Rachelle. "You're not the only one who has a costume to use as a prop," she grinned and pointed to the ropes that bound her dress to her, "Don't make me tie you up, Ava." I couldn't resist. Being bound is just good clean fun. I did think the ropes might be a little harsh since they weren't specifically meant for tying up a writhing woman but I was willing to take a little rope burn in the name of exploration. "Do it. And you might as well spank me while you're at it. I have absolutely no intention of being good," I responded cheekily. It seemed Rachelle was also a fan of the bondage aspect of the playtime because she lost no time in tying my wrists together. Then she moved me to all fours. I assumed she was going to spank me as I'd requested, but instead she began to tentatively insert two fingers inside me, just as I'd done to her. "I have an idea and since you're now my bitch, you pretty much have no choice but to go along," Rachelle said, an impish gleam in her eyes. I couldn't imagine that I'd be opposed to anything she came up with so I just nodded and she motioned for Steve to come over. "You... get beneath her. Lick her clit while I finger her. I want her to cum harder than she's ever cum before." It might have been my imagination but the sternness of her voice sounded like her best Queen Gorgo impression. There was even the slightest hint of a fake British accent like Lena Heady. I was all for it. Whoever she needed to channel to get the job done was all right with me. Removing his fake fangs, Steve then slid underneath me, his head positioned just beneath my dripping pussy. Rachelle placed a pillow under his head to help him reach better and then returned her focus to me. Her fingers stroked rhythmically in and out, first slowly and then faster only to stop dead at random intervals. It was shocking to my system and yet made the sensations so much stronger each time they resumed. I can't complain about the service I was getting to my clit either. Steve was well trained, his tongue flicking, licking and slurping at intervals to help overrun my senses in time with Rachelle's thrusting fingers. I was trying to hold out, to enjoy the sensations for as long as possible but he reached up and pinched my nipples and I found myself collapsing in a heap on top of his body as my orgasm ripped through me. It was a couple minutes before I could even move myself off of him, though he didn't seem to mind. Between the two of them Rachelle's goal had definitely been met. I couldn't remember ever cumming that hard before and yet all I could think about was wanting more. Typically I cum two or three times during sex, but never were any of the orgasms as hard core as the one I'd just experienced. I wondered if my body could even stand any more attention. Rolling away, I tried to sit up and survey the situation. Two naked girls and a nearly naked guy who hadn't cum yet. That hardly seemed fair. After all, he'd been awfully helpful. "Rachelle, after you untie me, I think you owe this man a blowjob. He's the only one who hasn't experienced oral in this bed." Rachelle smiled, acknowledging the truth of my statement. We had definitely given him a show but we hadn't let him release all of his sexual tension. Pulling me to her for another deep kiss she whispered to me, "Let's do it together." The two of us positioned ourselves on either side of him, licking, sucking and stroking with our fingers. With all of the stimulation he'd already had stroking himself, I knew it wouldn't be long before he came. "Sweetie, he's close. You haven't been fucked in a year. You should just ride him. Hell, maybe you'll even cum again," I said to her, wanting this night to be everything for her. "No, I don't think I do want him inside me. This night was something just for us girls. Besides, I don't know him and I don't have a condom handy." Steve might have protested this in-depth conversation during his blow job had we not both kept stroking him. Leaning over, I took the length of him into my mouth, sucking slowly. He wasn't eight inches but that just made the job easier. Relaxing my throat, I swallowed around him a few times and he came with a loud cry. Normally I enjoy giving a good bj but this one just felt obligatory. I was still so caught up in the sight/smell/feel of Rachelle but I didn't want him to feel left out, even if he absolutely was mentally. After I swallowed his cum, comparing the taste to Rachelle's sweet pussy I handed him his clothes and sent him packing. While I wanted to play fairly, I didn't need him around for cuddling and I desperately wanted to touch Rachelle more. I tried to play with her clit again but she was just too sensitive so I settled for caressing her body, which resulted in her falling asleep on me. I couldn't fault her though. I tended to pass out after orgasms and I had them far more regularly. Dane began to stir in the armchair, laughably having missed the entire episode. I mentally promised myself that I would never drink so much as to be dead to the world while hot sex happened just a few feet away from me. I decided to tuck Rachelle into bed and then dress so I could lead Dane back out to the couch. It might not have made sense, since Rachelle was planning to fuck him, but I suddenly didn't want him to see her naked the next morning. He was reluctant to go to the living room but I didn't really leave him much of a choice. I tucked him in with a spare blanket, near a cute redhead who had passed out in the recliner. I wished him luck with her in the morning but he was already back asleep. Leaving him on the couch, I crawled back into bed beside Rachelle. I wasn't sure how this would affect our roommate situation the next morning but at the moment I just wanted to snuggle up next to her soft warm body and figure it out later. So here I am, November 1st lying next to my naked roommate feeling... well, I don't even know how I'm feeling at the moment. There's so much to figure out. Will this change our friendship or just be something we write off to drunken abandonment? Will Dane figure out he missed the opportunity of a lifetime? Will Nick be upset that we didn't take better care of his friend? The thoughts are spiraling like mad through my brain but the real question is how will Rachelle feel this morning? Will she thank me for my extensive efforts on her behalf or will she feel like it was all a big mistake. Trick or treat? I guess I'll find out when she wakes up but either way, the evening definitely goes on the books as my best Halloween ever...