2 comments/ 12090 views/ 0 favorites Rileigh Unchained Ch. 01 By: CatRun It had been four years since Grayson died. I wished the pain would have stopped by now. I guess somewhere deep in the back of my mind I'm glad it didn't, It was a reminder. Of what, I'm not really sure yet. I didn't want to forget him completely, but I'm just not sure if all the hurt is worth remembering him. He was blonde with the most beautiful blues eyes I had ever seen. He was only three when the truck smashed into and my jeep and pushed us off the bridge. The love of my life, my son, was ripped away from me as though God was doing it on purpose. I spent months trying to deal with the pain I felt. I tried going back to work to get my mind off things but it didn't help. The crying fits were a little too distracting for the other employees, and I eventually had to quit. I tried sports as well as several other activities but nothing helped. I learned that I was not the only one going through something like this, and joined a website and chat room for others who find themselves needing help. It's like AA, but you don't have to leave the comfort of your home. They all discussed different ways they tried to deal with things, but the one commonality among them were heroin and other drugs. Looking back on it now I realize it wasn't the smartest thing to do but I have to admit, they were right. Through a friend of a friend of a friend, I found the answer to all my problems, or so I thought. My family freaked out and, not knowing how to help me, took me to a local rehab clinic. It helped for the times I was in there but went right back to it once I was got out. This cycle continued for several months, until I couldn't take it anymore. I dealt with family and friends butting into my business and they were eventually stopping my supply of drugs. But I found a way out, a way out of everything. It was the foulest thing I have ever tasted but I was eventually able to drink the entire half gallon of drain cleaner. Sadly for me, I didn't count on my sister bringing over groceries, and before it could complete its intended task I was taken to the hospital and the doctors were able to pump my stomach and transfuse a couple liters in before I kicked the bucket. I spent the next three years in UNI, the University Neuropsychiatric Institute. It wouldn't have been so long, but I guess that's what happens when you try to off yourself thirty seven times. But to be fair to me... okay, I got nothing, I just wanted to die. Even now, after having been released as "rehabilitated" the pain really isn't gone; I'm just able to cope. Of all the things I tried, I did find that nicotine and liquor... oh, and a lot of cock. Those are really the only things that I have found that help. That is, if I want to stay clean. I had started drinking and soon after my release. I began trolling the bars at closing time, fucking my way through the pain. Don't worry, I'm still tight down below. Most of the asshole I went home with were too small to tell if they were even inside me anyway. I liked hitting the bars up at closing. I may have been 28, but I was still tight enough to walk right in, no questions asked; plus my natural large tits always made me a shoe in. It's kind of sad that you can dupe an entire gender by two big 'ol sacks of fat. It was early on this particular night but I didn't have anything going on, so I made my way my way down to "Cully's"; a bar on Fourth Street that was frequented by college kids. I wasn't in college and I was always the oldest girl in the club, but no one could ever tell. I just dropped a few subtle hints like, "Oh I had a 7:30 class," or "That test was rough." They're either too drunk or too stupid to know I'm lying. I always walked to the bars, because I never knew when or if I'd be going home. I pre-gamed a little with a bottle of something above 70 proof before I left, though I thought it would be best to finish myself off here at the bar. It was "call your shot" for two dollars, anything on the shelf for the last two hours they were open. I was buzzed when I entered. The mood was addictive and the energy was electric. Guys and girls on the dance floor jumping to the music. They called it dancing, but there was no rhythm to it, no elegance, no grace. All I saw was a bunch of horny little fuckers, so hormonal and wanting nothing more than to be rid of their parents yoke and be on their own, grinding and macking on each other. As if getting drunk, becoming a slave to the alcohol, wasting money, time, ruining relationships and lives is better than dealing with their parents, who love them. God, they have a lot to learn. I took a seat at the bar in between two guys, both wearing baseball caps, jeans, and T shirts too tight for them to be wearing, but it showcased their arms, so I was okay with it. "Grey Goose for me and two more for my fella's!" I yelled to the bar tender. I wrapped my arms around both of the guys on either side of me, pulling them in close. They both smiled, and raised their glasses yelling in unison "YEAH." And just like that, I was in. I leaned in to each of them so they could hear me, "I'm Rileigh." The guy on the right spoke for both of them. "I'm Mike and this is Derik," he said pointing to his friend on my left. Those were the last three shots I bought the entire night. The two boys I picked out were on me like white on rice from then on. I pulled them away from the group they came with, of both guys and girls. But I knew I was better looking than any girl they came in with, I guess the choice was pretty easy. They kept the drinks coming and I made sure they were keeping up with me. All in all it was a good time, but I wasn't over yet. The cute Jell-O shot girl with a tight little body came by every few minutes. God, I hated her. If it wasn't for her I'd be the hottest one in here. "I need three of those" I yelled at the top of my lungs, grinding my pussy on one of the boys with the other grinding his cock on my ass. I yelled again "You'd better make that six." The one behind me reach into his pocket and slid out a twenty placing it on the tray "Keep it." The girl stuck around long enough for us each to take the two shots without having to stop grinding. Reaching my limit, I pulled the one in front of me close. I slid my tongue into his mouth and he was kind enough to reciprocate. A few of the people around us, sober enough to care, looked at us in disdain. The rest, however were just as gone as we were and they didn't seem to give a shit, themselves grinding and "dancing" with each other. It seemed like hours, but the time still passed quickly. All I needed was one more guy, grinding elsewhere on my body and then I would be satisfied. They girls that my boys had come in with all walked passed us as they left the building, making it a point to stop by our threesome. They yelled something along the lines of them being pissed and they would never talk to them again. No doubt they were acting just like any other chick. It was probably their first year in college, and they would let any man into their pants. Especially one who treated them like shit. These boys would be just fine, though I was curious how things would play out. Then the one grinding on my ass left to piss. With just minutes before closing time, the other one made his move. "You wanna get outta here?" he yelled, pulling me in close. "Won't your friend be pissed?" "Who fucking gives a shit?" And just like that, my eyes were opened and my mind was clear. That was the best argument I've heard. I made it a point to grind a little harder on his member, "you have a place we can go?" He grabbed my hand and led me to the exit, we then grabbed our jackets and made our way to across campus to his dorm. I was used to this much alcohol but my compatriot was not. Barely on his feet, the boy stumbled down the sidewalk, his body to far forward for his feet, and his feet moving fast to catch up but to no avail. We were two blocks from his dorm when his legs fell too far behind. Head over heels, his body tumbled; face planting on the concrete. He snorted and I laughed my ass off. Almost pissing myself, I dropped to my knees and crawled over to him, laughing as I went. "Oh God, come here." I sat him up on the sidewalk, and leaned him against the brick wall of the building beside us. It may have been my drunken stupor but I figured, 'No better time than now.' I straddled his legs, pressing my lips to his. "Oh God," I moaned in his mouth. Getting no response, I pulled away making sure he was still alive. I'd hate to be fucking a dead guy. Or worse, a man who was brain dead. I think there are laws against that. But to my relief his eyes opened and he gave me his best smile. That was good enough for me. I finished sliding his pants down far enough so that I could work on his cock. "Oh..." I sighed "little guy huh?" I grabbed his cock and did everything I could did get it up. It took a few minutes but the blood finally started to flow. It wasn't as hard as I was hoping for, but I figured this was my only chance. The boy was so far gone but was just aware enough that he knew what I was doing and smiled in approval. I scooted up placing my thighs on his hips, I lined up the best I could and sat down just enough. I tried riding him the best I could but soon the blood in his member just dissipated and I realized I was sitting on the lap of a half-naked man in the middle of the street with a soft cock part way inside me. "Oh my God," I shouted as I laughed. My ass cheeks were turning red from the cold air passing across my skin. I stood up and took a moment to think of a way I could still have sex tonight. I twisted my panties back into place and straightened my skirt before helping the boy with his pants. "Come on ya whiskey dick son of a bitch." I said out loud wanting him to hear. 'Holy shit,' I thought to myself, knowing there was another horny guy out in the world wanting a warm moist place to rest his cock. "Where's the other guy?" I said out loud "your friend? Where is he?" It was mostly indiscernible, and all I could make out was "Roommate." That's all I needed. "Come on ya silly shit," I said, pulling him up from the ground throwing his arm over my neck to help support him as he walked. "Let's get you home..." Then I whispered, "So I can fuck your roommate." The walk would have been short if I didn't have a drunken douche on my back. We made it to the front door of the building and I asked "What room are you in?" He mumbled again but I made out one thing, "313." Using that as my cue, I dropped him on the concrete. He flopped to the ground and rolled into the nearby bushes, face planting once again in the dirt and mud. I leaned over his body to make sure he was going to live. He was still breathing, making the mud bubble at his lips. I then patted him on the back, "You'll be good there. Thanks for the fun buddy." I opened the large glass door to his building and found my way to 313. --knock, knock, knock. The door swung open and I laid my eyes upon the man of my dreams. "Hey big boy, sorry I left you all alone at the club," I said, barely holding myself up on my own two legs. "Uh, yeah. Don't sweat it." He replied trying to play it cool. I made a plan in my mind to gracefully step into him for a kiss but instead it turned into a stumble, and I crashed into him. I tried to cover the incident up with a kiss but I knew he wasn't fooled. Not realizing he wasn't drunk, I pulled away. But just long enough to say "why don't we take this to the bedroom?" I didn't hear any complaints and he seemed to be into it. He took me by the hand and led me to his room, there I saw two beds. Now it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out he was leading me to the empty bed. "Oh my God," I yelled, not caring about waking his roommates. "Come on baby, fuck the shit out of me." He threw me on the bed, and apparently he was on board with the idea. Most of it was a blur that I can barely remember. He ripped off his clothes and started to tear mine off my body, exposing my bare tits to the cold air held within the wall of his "home". My nipples became erect, perfect for him to take hold of with his teeth, which he did so perfectly. I held his head upon my chest and before I knew it that was the last thing I remember. 'Holy shit, I have to piss like a racehorse,' I thought to myself as I noticed the sun peeking through the blinds. I rolled over in the twin bed, and the man I apparently fucked was lying next to me. I've told myself, that I was going to stop drinking hundreds of times. It was only a few weeks ago that reality hit me and like so many others, I gave up that dream. I ran my fingers through his dark black hair, thinking how he's actually not bad looking. I leaned in and whispered, "Under different circumstances I guess". I turned back around to find his roommate staring at my chest, grinning from ear to ear. I had been through enough shit to realize that being a prude in a situation like this was not the best way to handle things. I moved slowly, sitting up in bed rubbing my eye's trying to take care of this headache. I was hunched over, my legs were spread and my breast hung in midair. I didn't care though. I was sobering up, and part of me wanted to fuck him right then and there. Holy shit, why not? I stepped over to his bed making sure to lean over, exposing as much of my breasts as I could, "where can I take a piss?" Without taking his eyes off my chest he pointed to the door, "Left down the hall then left again." I walked out confident that he was staring at me the entire time. There was a bottle of rum barely broken into on the floor that I picked up as I walked to the bathroom, drinking as I went. I returned with a surprise waiting for me. Both guys were awake sitting up in their respective beds with a blanket over their members, as they both slept naked. I stood in the doorway contemplating the choice that lay before me, still taking tug after tug from the bottle that was now nearing empty. I stared at the guy on the right, with long blonde hair when it dawned on me. I didn't really want to know their names so I decided to call them Blondie and... Dark, because of their hair. That made me giggle. I looked Blondie up and down, and then glanced over to Dark, sitting on the bed across from us. Teasing the man I was with the night before, I stared at him as I sat down by his roommate, snuggling up to him. I slid my hand under Blondie's blanket, stroking his cock; never taking my off Dark. I lifted the bottle to his lips, giving him a shot. Still stroking his length with my other hand. I took last two gulps the bottle had to offer then lifted my chin till my lips caressed his. I tossed the bottle onto the floor, hitting with a ting as it bounced off the metal bed frame. Blondie looked over to his roommate in the other bed, pleading for approval. Dark just smiled, sliding his own hand under his blanket, taking notice of my breast jiggling as I stroked his roommates cock. I read the atmosphere in the room and feeling comfortable, so I decided to move things forward. I lifted myself up and straddled him, my knees at his hips. Using the same hand I used to jerk him off, I grabbed his unit and lined it up for entry. The alcohol was in full effect, I slowly slid down his length as I glanced over my shoulder making sure the other man was watching me take his roommate deep inside me. "Oh fuck," I moaned out loud, knowing the door was wide open. "God, your hard." Both men, the one stroking his cock, and the other completely enamored as I rode his length, remained quiet. I wasn't as drunk as I was before, but I was getting there, and I was glad. From the cheesy grin plastered on his face and his arms doing nothing but resting on the bed, he didn't know what he was doing. He was clearly naïve and it was my responsibility to educate him. Using my hands, I lifted both of his up to my tits. The cheesy grin receded, being replaced by a quivering jaw as his mouth opened wide from the pleasure. He may have been new to this but I have to hand it to him, he learns fast. Slowly, he built into a rhythm of massaging my tits. I began to move faster, sliding up and down his length. Just as I thought he was going to keep doing the same thing till we were done, he surprised me. Moving his hands and just using his thumb and forefingers, he roughly pinched my nipples taking one in each hand as he tossed his head back and moaned. I followed soon after with a moan of my own. His hands left my nipples and trailed down my body landing on my hips as he thrust harder, I could feel everything. I arched my back, and brought my chest closer to his mouth. I wrapped my hands around his head and pulled him closer. He kissed down my neck making his way to my tits taking one of my nipples in his mouth. I was almost in heaven. He didn't fill me up as well as I would like, but I had plan. I turned around staring the other guy in the eyes and whispered, "Well?" I let out a small moan, "You going to join the party or what?" He smiled and ripped his blanket off revealing his rock hard member. Without saying a word, he stood up and walked across the room. Clearly more experienced than his Blondie, he reached his hands around my body, under my arms and massaged my breasts. With my head still turned toward him, he kissed me vigorously. I entered his mouth with my tongue and he reciprocated in kind With an attack of stimulation on all sides, all I could do was moan, "Oh fuck, you going to get up in me bad boy?" I asked still pumping his roommate inside me. "I have one hole still not being used." I've had anal before, but never like this. Never at the same time another guy was in my pussy. Alright, that's a lie but I don't like it when I'm sober. The bad thing is, is that I like it a little too much when I'm drunk. He pulled a condom from the drawer, threw it on his tool and stooped down aiming himself for entry. I slowed down riding his roommates cock, allowing him a chance to enter me. He rested his head on my rosebud, just waiting. I'm typically not the one to suggest anal. But there were two guys ready to go, and well... what are you going to do? "What are you waiting for?" I asked slightly turning to the side. "Put that big 'ol thing inside me." It actually wasn't that big, I just didn't want to hurt his feelings. Or ruin the mood of the morning for that matter. I felt him push forward a little, so I wrapped my arms around Blondie and braced for impact. I pulled my head back just enough to kiss him. We played our own little game of "who's tongue is it anyway" as his roommate began to push his rock hard cock inside of me. "Oh my God," I moaned into Blondie's mouth as he entered me. I held on tight with my chin resting on Blondie's shoulder and grunted, "Now both of you fuck me, fuck me hard." They didn't disappoint. In and out, they both pounded me front and back, with vigor and purpose. Judge me all you want, but I sized them both up and realized that the only way I was going to get off this morning was if they were both inside me. There were hands everywhere; on my face, breasts and even my clit. They may not have been big, or all that experienced, but I actually reached my highest point earlier than expected. "Oh fuck!" I screamed, letting everyone in the apartment know it. "Fuck... harder." They both did as commanded and were soon breathing as heavily as I was when I came. "Fuck," I screamed again as a wave a pleasure rolled through my body. Before I could even sit up straight, they gave each other a high five. "Oh man... you guys sure know how to show a girl a good time." My orgasm began to dissipate as the one behind me wrapped his arms around my chest, grunting and moaning, soon followed by Blondie in front. I could feel their dicks twitch together and I knew what was happening. 'Awe,' I thought to myself, 'they came together, isn't that cute?' Rileigh Unchained Ch. 01 When they finished, I stood up, letting them both pull out of me at the same time. "You guys gotta a towel or something?" I said with a smirk. One of them pulled a towel off the ground. "Here, this should be clean." I covered one hand in the towel, and wiped the length of my slit, dripping with cum. I let them watch as I slowly dressed myself. Their soft cocks started hardening again and I have to say it kind of turned me on, knowing that I had this kind of power over them. Rileigh Unchained Ch. 02 *This chapter has a bit of character building, so bare with it. The next chapter does have a lot more goodies.* * On my way out of their apartment, I saw the man that we left in the bar sitting in the living room. It took a moment and then it all came rushing back to me. I would have been embarrassed about everything I had done in the last 12 hours if the rum had not kicking in. "Well, at least someone in the apartment got laid," he said without a smile. "fuck off," I said as I walked out the apartment. I made sure I flipped him off for good measure before I closed the door. I had to use the walls as leverage when I descended the stairs trying not to trip flat on my face. Wow did that actually just happen? I tried my best not to lose consecration one my feet. "Holy shit," I said out loud to no one. "What was I thinking, starting my day off with half a bottle of rum. This should get interesting." I stepped off the last stair and made my way across the lobby. I slowly pushed open the door trying not to hit the kid still passed out in the mud. "You okay buddy?" I spoke softly and tapped him with my foot. "You dead?" His legs twitched and a low gurgle rose from the mud in front of his face. "Oh ya," I said out loud with relief. "You're gonna be fine... hypothermic, but fine." As I tried to walk I soon realized it was going to be a bigger challenge than I was hoping for, I sat on a bench in the quad and pulled out my phone to call a cab. I unlocked my screen, 27 texts, 14 new voice-mails and wouldn't you know it, 14 missed calls. 'Holy shit. Leave me alone.' I knew I shouldn't say that, they were worried for me. But I am a big girl and should be old enough to make my own decisions, stupid or not. All in all I count myself lucky for having such a family who's been there for me since... well, everything. I called a cab, then flipped through my texts. I didn't want to put up with voicemails right now. I felt shitty enough reading their words, I didn't want to hear their voices. They were all from my parents and sister. I had five brothers, but they are guys. They knew I would call if I needed help which, I did on occasion. From needing a "DD" to helping me procure certain things while in rehab, they were always there. I thought they were the ones who took me to rehab as well until they denied the accusation of being so kind. I assume I was just picked up by a cop or something. I love them all; I just don't feel like talking to them. As I flipped through the texts I found that there was a common theme, "Call me, Ashley called, trying to get a hold of you", "I left you a voicemail with Ashley's info, call me when you get a chance", "remember that nice boy, Xavier, from high school you used to know? I was talking to someone about him the other day. You should look him up, call me," and "Have you called Ashley yet?" 'The fat one?' I thought, 'oh yeah mom, I'm gonna jump up off my drunk ass and make my way back to sanity, and get him on the phone immediately.' I rolled my eyes and sighed 'Good Lord, yeah, I'm gonna take ya up on that. Oh hey, why don't you just set me up with every fat fuck on the block?' I thought about what I said and then put my head down. My chin touched my chest and started laughing, 'Dam, I'm funny when I'm drunk.' I laughed again, 'Fat fucks'. The cab pulled up and I stumbled over to it. I know I use my sexuality more than I should, but damn if these idiots don't make it too easy. He pulled up to my house, "That'll be twenty three even." "Oh my God," I started to cry. "I left my wallet at the strip club." He turned to look at me, "oh? You out partying it up?" I arched my back and stuck out my chest, "no, I'm a dancer." His eye's opened wide and I knew I had him on the hook. "I'm so sorry," I threw out my lower lip and pouted, "is there any other way I could make good on the cash." Making an awful attempt to decline my offer, the man spoke just above a whisper, "umm... I can only accept cash or a... umm... credit card." Not once taking his eyes off my tits. Taking that as my cue I slid my panties off, then opened the door and stepped out. Without saying a word I shut the back door and opened the front. Sliding into the passenger seat, I made sure to keep my legs spread, exposing as much of my cunt as I could. I sat facing him and reached a hand up to tickle the back of his neck. "Now, are you sure there's no other way I can pay for the ride?" The man didn't say a word. Thinking about it now, I probably could have walked away right then and there, no questions asked. But like I said, the powers of rum and other such magical liquids make me horny, as well as many other things. He was clearly of Middle Eastern decent and looked like he was fresh off the boat. This was further evidenced by his thick accent and the strange music blasting from the speakers. I just couldn't help thinking that he may need a lesson or two in American hospitality and I wanted to show him what it was like to get your knob bobbed by a fake stripper while sitting in your cab on a busy street. Instead of leaving, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my knee. "There ya go," I said, still tickling his neck. A small smile formed on his lips but he just stared at my slit, so I thought I'd help him out. "I know my under smile is nice and all, but if you unbutton those pants I can pay you back for the ride." He was quick like a bunny and before I could blink he slid his pant down to his knees. It may have been the liquor, but this guy was packing. I took a double take, shaking my head and blinking my eyes to make sure they were not playing tricks on me. "Holy shit dude," I said in disbelief. I brought my eyes up to look at him then back at his cock. I leaned forward, bringing both of my legs up onto the seat. I knelt beside him with my head over his lap, slowly taking hold of his cock. It's been a great while since I've seen one this big, so I took my time. I slowly kissed the length of his cock from root to tip and could feel blood rushing through it in response. I know it started out as some crazy chick trying to get out of paying for a cab ride, but I was actually enjoying myself. I leaned up just enough to grab his hand with mine, and lead it around my body and placed it on my ass. His eyes opened wide and he tensed up, so nervous that it was like he was on trial for a murder he didn't commit. I took hold of his shaft once again. "Don't be afraid to let that hand wander." I said, hoping it would. He rubbed my ass, squeezing occasionally. I stroked his length while wrapping my lips around his crown. Together, with his hand on my ass, it sent a chill down up my spine. I flicked my tongue across the flared rim his cock head then pulled off. "Put your fingers in me." I put my head back down and slid my mouth over him. He hesitated, but soon his hand was trailing toward my pussy. Making the right decision, he dipped a finger inside me. That was fine for a bit, but soon one finger just wasn't doing anymore. I pulled myself up and looked him in the eyes, smiling as to not offend him. "I'm all for sucking your hog, but honey, you gotta help a girl out. Use two or three fingers when you're inside me, and for the love of God don't forget about my clit." I kissed him once more, and then returned to his cock. Up and down, I stroked his shaft with my mouth, fitting as much of him inside me as I could. Like a champ. He ran his fingers across my clit, making me moan. He changed things up and started again by using just one finger to enter me, but quickly tossed in another, followed by a third. I worked his cock with a purpose, aching to get off a second time this morning. I wasn't too far away when he pulled his hand out of me and grunted. His cock twitched and before I could know what was happening, he filled my mouth with cum. 'Fuck' I yelled in my mind. 'How selfish is that? Taking your hand away from my pussy as you finish in my mouth.' I pulled off and spit his product on the floor by the brake pedal. I leaned up and looked and him with a disappointing half smirk and shook my head. He was in the highest level of heaven and didn't notice when I turned around and scooted over. I opened the door and stepped out. I turned around but he was still in a trance, unable to recognize what was happening. I rolled my eyes and slammed the door shut. I walked to my apartment thinking. "I need to stop drinking." That is really the only time I do things like this. The bad thing is that I spend most of my days drunk. I stepped through my front door, throwing my keys and wallet on the table. What happened to me? I've never been like this sober. I don't know what it is, though I guess I know now why they call this stuff "Liquid Courage". I fell asleep, but not for long. Three hours was all my mind could shut up for. I woke in a sweat and panic having had a dream about Grayson. It has been a while since I have dreamt about him. God, it was so clear. His face, his laugh, his touch were so vivid that if I had been a normal human being I would have cried. I hate days like this, and I had a bad feeling about this one. The dreams finally stopped after my therapy sessions with a few different psychologists that someone paid for. My phone started vibrating, buzzing on the bedside table. "Oh God," I said out loud, slowly picking it up. It was another text from my mother, "Call me when you have a sec, worried about you, love ya." She was always so sweet, which made me feel worse about not wanting to talk to her, I didn't want to talk to anyone. I didn't like being alone but I just couldn't face anything right now, I think that's why I liked the bottle so much. It released me from thinking and kept my dark thoughts at bay. --buzz my phone vibrated again with a text from my sister ,"hey are you going to let us hook you up with that kid from high school? Call me". Again with this; well, to be fair I guess they can't know I don't want to if I don't actually talk to them. Fighting my instinct to be antisocial, I sent a short vague text to my sister. "I'll let you know. sorry I've been a bum, Ttyl." And another to my mom, "sorry, can't really talk now, love you too." They both replied almost immediately, "k, love you call if you need anything". The only thing I need now is my son's memory out of my head, I hate being crazy. I know I am fucked up, I just can't figure out why. His face keeps showing itself to me and it's all I can do to survive. I quite literally drank myself into the ground for the next three days. I barely slept, visiting the bars and fucking every guy I could. Which wasn't hard given the location in which I was looking. All in attempt to rid myself of a memory. Silly I know, but I drank like never before. It had been months, years even since I can remember that I lost my memory from drinking. On day four, my mom came to visit. It was awkward at best. She didn't drink herself, but at least she understood what I was going through. We spent the first twenty minutes engaged in awkward small talk until I broke the ice. I turned my body toward her on the couch to face her, "Look mom, I know you guys are upset that I'm such a shitty daughter, but it's all I can do to not try to off myself again." Appalled, she gasped, "Honey no, I'm not here because we think you're a bad daughter." She placed a hand on my knee, "Rileigh, we just care about you. I came today to make sure you had everything you need, I don't care what you do to cope with the pain. Just as long as you're able to. I can't possibly know how it feels to go through all you have, and still be around to bless the lives of those around you." On the brink of tears, I looked straight at her. "What are you talking about?" "You may not see your family every day, but let me tell you this," she grabbed my hand, "you still touch every one of our lives every day. I love you sweetie, we all do." I started to cry and leaned over to place my head on her shoulder while she continued, "you take your time with whatever you need, and we'll always be here for you." "Mom, I really do love you. Thanks for not hating me." "Oh honey, you have nothing to apologize for." She placed her hand on my head. It felt like something had clicked inside me, all of a sudden I felt like something needed to change in my life. Why or where this thought came from, I do not know. It may have been the guilt for avoiding my family and wanting them to stop calling me. But at the base of all this I felt that this talk with my mom was exactly what I needed "Mom." I sniffled, "do you still have that number?" Forgetting what she texted me a thousand times before she asked "Honey?" but then it suddenly clicked, or so I thought, "Oh... Xavier's number?" She said excitedly. I giggled and lightly slapped her shoulder, "UGH. No, I meant Ashley's," I sniffled. "What other number have you been trying to get to me for the last week?" She giggled, "Oh, I'm so forgetful." She reached into her purse to grab her phone, she scrolled through her old texts. "Ah, here it is. I'll wright it down for you." I gave her a weird look, "What? No, just text it to me." She giggled again, "Oh yeah, I forgot about that... Technology." We spent the next two hours talking and catching up. She told me of my nieces and nephews birthdays that had I missed over the last four months, as well as everything else I've missed for that matter. It was good to talk to her again, it has been a while. As I walked her to the door, she reiterated that fat that I could call for anything. Then she hugged me and I kissed her on the cheek. I don't like it when people do anything for me, it makes me feel weak. Like I can't do something for myself, but I appreciate her offering. I shut the door after she left and went searching for my last bottle. 'Shit,' I grunted in anger having just realized that I drank it last night. Out of booze, Houston we have a problem. I got dressed and gathered my things. I headed out the door for the nearest store with my favorite brand... "anything." I slid my card, punched in my PIN and smiled at the cashier as I walked away with my beautiful new bottle. I stepped outside and pulled the top of the bottle out of the brown bag and using my fingernails, I tore through the foil covering the top. I put the opening up to my lips, but I just couldn't take a drink. The smell of the smooth liquor hit me and everything my mom and I talked about came rushing back. "Fuck," I yelled out loud. Causing the few people entering and exiting the store to turn their head. 'Dammit mom,' I thought, I was perfectly happy drinking my life away. A man entering the building took notice after I screamed profanities. Apparently, standing in public in your black leggings, holding a bottle of booze and cussing out loud is a turn on for guys... idiots. Okay, I don't hate men, I'm just angry about everything. The truth is I love men, well at least some of them. A few ladies walking by scoffed in disgust. I started back at the woman who pissed me off the most. I looked her right in the eye and yelled, "Fuck off bitch." She grunted and walked in the store, what a whore. I tried to take another drink, but I failed at that attempt as well. "Shit," I yelled out loud this time just to screw with people, "Ya bunch a prudes." My son's image popped into my head again, but it was different this time. I didn't feel like I needed to purge my mind of it right away. But it was still difficult seeing him in my head like that, so I finally muscled down a gulp then quickly twisted the cap back on. I couldn't take it anymore; I headed to the bars to see if being around people would help, giving me a chance to get some alcohol in me. To my dismay, after three shots while grinding on some guy, I lost my interest. I pushed him off me and headed for the door. Once outside and out of range of the loud music, I pulled out my phone and flipped through my contacts until I came to the one I was looking for. "Ashley", reluctantly I pressed call, not knowing what to say after almost three years. "CGI Global, this is Ashley." She answered so formal, I was not use to that. "Hey Ash it's..." recognizing my voice, she cut me off. Almost yelling as she said "What the fuck dude? Where the hell you been all my life?" As though nothing had changed, that the three years we haven't spoken was just my imagination. It was nice though, I stopped worrying once I heard her speak. "Hey bitch, how you been?" She started laughing "Oh my God, I can't believe I'm actually talking to you. I've missed the living shit out of you." She paused to catch her breath, "I'm good, that's why I wanted to talk to you. But I'll tell ya bout that in a minute. What you been up to?" Knowing that she'd be pissed if I ever lied to her, I didn't hold back. "Just drinking and fucking every guy I can find." For a moment I forgot who I was talking to and thought I was going to get a response as though I was talking to my parents or bishop. But she surprised me, "Oh fuck yeah, man I haven't got my butter churned in a long fucking time." She took a moment and then continued. "So how you doing with all that, shit you've been dealing with?" It was actually refreshing to talk with her, she just didn't give a shit about anything. "I'm keeping it in check." "And your drinking?" "Functional." That was only a half lie. "Well then bitch get your ass on the next plane to DC, cause I got a present for ya." I remained quiet for a moment, forcing her to ask, "What's up? I thought you'd be ecstatic." I finally asked rhetorically, "Ash you... you know what's been going on with me the last three years right?" "Ya." "Do you really think I'd be a... a good fit, for this job?" "Girl, listen to me. I've known you my whole life, and If I wasn't sure then I never would have recommended you. Remember, if you fuck up it's my ass on the line too." I sighed, "You sure?" "Bitch, please. As long as you're able to function and hold off drinking long enough to complete your assignment, then I don't fucking care." "So what you think?" I didn't say anything, giving her a chance to speak again, to gauge her reaction. I stayed quiet, mulling it over. Then suddenly it hit me, I quite literally don't have anything better going on in my life right now. "Alright, yeah, I'll be on the first flight tomorrow." She screamed over the phone. "Fuck yeah you are. I'm getting on my laptop right now, I'll get your ticket and text ya the time. Just show up an hour early with your passport and slide it through one of the kiosks, and it'll print your ticket." "Well, I guess I'll see ya tomorrow then." I spoke softly with almost no tone. "What? If that's what you sound like when you're happy, I don't know if I wanna hear what you're like when you're angry." I smiled but said nothing. It did not matter though, she knew me so well that she didn't care. "K, be on that flight and I'll be there to pick you up when you land." She hung up and left me confused. For the first time in years I wanted to have a conversation with someone that lasted more than the time it took to find out if they wanted to fuck me. I put my phone in my pocket and walked toward my apartment. Something just didn't feel right and when I reached my parking lot, I hopped in my car and drove to my sister's house. I didn't want to though; I knew all she would want to talk about was that tubby little fucker she wanted me to call. I wouldn't categorize myself as "shallow" but I do have standards, "And I don't care if he's rich." I caught myself thinking out loud again. I parked curb side about two houses down and just watched. Through the window, I could see her and her family laughing and playing. God, I wanted to smash something. Their being happy made me so angry. I tried my best to calm myself then rolled up to their house. Rileigh Unchained Ch. 02 The door opened almost immediately after I knocked. Her youngest daughter Emily stood behind the door with her arm stretched up to the knob. Her two boys Daniel and Stephen came rushing around the corner screaming, "Aunt Rileigh!" They were cute, but they reminded me of Grayson. They both wrapped their arms around either of my legs and called out, asking me to walk with them while they sat on my feet. Just when I thought I was about to cry, Ali came out to rescue me. "Alright, boys, let' give aunt Rileigh a chance to get inside before we maul her to death." The boys ran off into the next room, screaming about who knows what. "So this is a surprise," she said, leaning into give me a hug, "how are you." "Uh... I'm good. I just had to tell you something." I didn't make the connection right away that what I was about to say, seemed eerily familiar to what I put my family through three years ago. "I just wanted to tell you goodbye, I'm going to be going away for a while." My sister's jaw dropped and a look of terror washed over her entirely. She gasped, "Rileigh!" Then it hit me, "Oh, what? No... I mean... I'm actually going away for a while. That's why Ash was trying to get a hold of me, for a job." Ali sighed in relief, "Oh thank God." She giggled a little as she gave me another hug. "Sorry, but that scared the shit out of me. I'm telling you right now, I don't know what I would do without you." I smiled but didn't join in the laughter with her. "sorry, didn't mean to scare you." She pulled away from me, "Oh your just fine, you wanna sit down?" "No, I gotta get packed. I'm leaving tomorrow morning." "Wait, what? She looked confused, "Tomorrow? Where?" "Washington." "DC or State?" "DC." She smirked, "Wait, what's the job." "I don't know, she didn't tell me." Ali laughed, "Oh my God, you're moving to DC for a job you don't even know about?" She slapped her hands together and snorted, still laughing, "That is so awesome, I wish I could have an adventure like that." I was shocked that she was okay with this. Of course I should give my sister more credit, she's always been fairly good at understanding. "Yeah, I figured that I don't have anything else going on. So... might as well, huh?" Rileigh Unchained Ch. 03 I spoke with Ali for a few minute before I took off, making my way to my parents' house. It wasn't as bad as I pictured it. I don't know why, but what my mom said to me this morning did something. I was able to hug my mom and dad goodbye and that was about it. It was a short visit, but I'm glad I went. I made it home, but I couldn't bring myself to pack anything. Everything in this house was left the same way it was, before Grayson died. It just didn't feel right to move anything or to even take any of it with me. Thinking about it now I probably should have moved a long time ago. I wanted to take a look around, one last time. I opened the door to his room for the first time since he died. I just stood in the doorway, taking notice of his toys on the floor at the foot of his bed and his favorite teddy bear on his pillow. I turned off the lights and made my way to the front door, taking nothing with me. I couldn't even pack an extra change of clothes. I grabbed the bottle of scotch off the table as I walked out and locked up. I sat a key under the rock next to the bushes in case anyone needed to get in. I called a cab to take me to the airport Hilton; I figured I'd stay there, that way I wouldn't miss my flight nor would have to stay another night with all the memories. I couldn't believe it, a tiny little thing like a change of scenery was all I needed. I was buzzed by the time I checked in at the front desk and pretty much drunk by the time I slid my key card through the slot. I opened the door to my room, and immediately closed it. I couldn't sit still. Too much anxiety, stress and whatever else was in my head. But not for the job, I was actually quite indifferent to it almost excited. I carried the bottle with me as I walked around the property, thinking of something to do. After wandering aimlessly for a bit, I headed back to the lobby and took a seat in one of the couches. Holy shit, these couches are actually comfortable. I took another guzzle or rum, realizing that I was quite past the point of drunk. When intoxicated, my tactile sensitivity is increased and I notice whatever I touch in greater detail. "Oh my God," I said quietly, rubbing my hands on the surface of the couch. "This is amazing." For some reason, I had never felt anything like this. "Oh God," I cried out again, this time louder, calling the attention of the clerk behind the counter. Not sure what was happening, I let myself go and fully enjoyed the pleasure this couch had to offer. Neurons and synapses firing like I've not felt before while sitting on a 'plain old' couch. Eerily familiar, however, to something I've been doing with different guys for the last six months. What is happening? I closed my legs together tight and my body squirmed in place. Involuntarily I began rubbing as much of my body on the material as I could, my back, head, legs, arms and ass. A few minutes passed and I opened my eyes to find a family of five standing above me just a few feet away. But before I realized what was happening, I cried out one last time, "Oh God... Oh Fuck." I was almost on the verge of orgasm. Before I could rip my clothes of and dry hump myself to completion, the father coughed purposefully, "Ahem..." My eyes fully opened and I snapped back reality, taking notice of the jaws of a mother and three little girls hitting the floor, and one menaced looking father. The mother covered the girl's eyes and quickly rushed them toward the elevator, scoffing as they went, "Well... I never." With their backs turned to me, I flipped them off. Knowing they couldn't say anything back once the elevator doors closed, I waited till they entered, and then yelled, "Can't a girl have a little privacy around here?" The awkward moment passed as they did and I sat myself up straight. The clerk standing behind the counter stared at me with a creepy grin, resting his chin in his hands. Well, that was new. I grabbed the bottle off the floor and took another drink and watched the front door slide open. A flight crew walk through after having just landed. "Oh my..." I whispered, looking at the Pilot. I don't know if it was the suit and hat, the alcohol, or possibly that arousing molestation of a couch by a woman, but "Dam." I crossed my fingers that they have more than a five hour layover. I let loose the top two buttons of my shirts as they walked through the lobby. I watched him until his eyes wandered down to my sweater meat, taking that as my cue. "Hey guys, where you coming in from?" He stopped to talk to me while the other three, with him, walked on to the elevator. God, men are easy. "Dallas, actually." He looked me up and down. "You?" I uncrossed and crossed my legs, "headed to DC in the morning. Just crashing here so I don't miss my flight." He took notice of the bottle in my hand, "you starting the party early tonight huh?" I gave him a devilish smirk and giggled, not taking my eyes off his, "It's not a party till there's two people." I tilted my head from resting on my left shoulder to my right, never breaking eye contact. The man chuckled and looked down at the floor, then back up at me. He lifted his left hand, brandishing his wedding ring, "Sorry but I'm..." Like that's ever stopped me before. Men are dumb and horny. Of course those are the best two qualities I can think of at the moment. I opened my eyes wide and pouted my lips, playing the situation up as best I could. "Oh okay, but if you change your mind, I'm gonna hop in the pool in a few minutes." I placed a hand on my thigh and started moving it up toward my crotch. "But I have to grab another bottle first." I was wearing him down. Without saying a word, he smiled and nodded his head, and then walked away. He stepped in the elevator, but before the doors close I spoke loud enough for him to hear, "but I don't have a swimsuit, so I'll just have to use my panties." I smiled, knowing that I was fucking with his mind. But I didn't care, I was drunk, happy and all I wanted to do was fuck. Confident that I would have company this evening, I made my way to the hotel gift shop and grabbed the biggest bottle of Crown they had. A young woman dressed in nothing but a pair of tight blue leggings and a sports bra holding up her large perky tits was searching the coolers for sports water. "Flawless," I accidentally mumbled more than loud enough for her to hear. "Excuse me?" She turned around abruptly, "What did you say?" Oops. Speechless, I said the first thing that came to mind, "Uh... sorry, I... I was just looking at you breasts... Uh... no... I mean... I..." "What?" She was growing angry. Clearly I was only making matters worse but I had to try, "Look, I'm just saying, I'm not a lesbian or anything... but you're making me think twice about letting you feel me up." I looked her up and down and then winked at her and clicked with my mouth. Uh oh, Not good. A look of terror appeared on her face as she gasped. The alcohol was slowing my reaction speed and before I knew it, she raised an arm and slapped me across the face. She turned and stormed away without her vitamin water. I rubbed my cheek with my hand, trying to figure out what had happened. As she left the gift shop I yelled, "What? I just meant you have nice melons." I shook my head and continued quietly, "ya crazy bitch." I walked up to the counter to find the girl laughing and tried her best to blurt out, "Oh my God, she slapped the shit out of you." "Yeah, yeah, just ring it up there smiley." At least someone was enjoying my pain. When she finally calmed down, the girl offered something to ease the embarrassment I may have felt. "I'm sorry for laughing. It's just been a while since I've seen a rejection like that." She finished with my purchase and added. "Plus, from what I'm looking at, it's her loss," as she bit her lip. "Easy there skippy,"I said as I began to walk away. I may not have been gay, but that doesn't mean I have to rain on someone else's parade. I made it half way through the lobby when my conscious got the better of me. I turned around and poked my head around the corner of the shop to where she stood, "hey, I'm gonna hop in the pool a little later, if ya wanna hang out?" I gave her a smile and a wink, "By the way, you're not so bad yourself." She blushed and smiled, "Okay, yeah. I get off in an hour." "Me too, God willing," I accidentally said out loud again. "What?" The girl blurted out, shocked but smiling. Not knowing what to say I just nodded and saluted as I left. Being a little distracted, I just rushed past her. But now that I had a moment to look her up and down I realized she was actually pretty damn hot. She looked to be about my own age, long brown hair, slender frame, large breasts and a flat tummy. As I walked through back through the lobby, I thought about how stupid I must have looked. "Did you really just wave at her?" I spoke to no one. I shook my head in disdain for my own actions, but was too drunk worry about it for more than a few seconds. I cracked open the new bottle on my way to the pool and took a swig. It wasn't the busiest hotel in the world, but I should have had at least been asked to stop drinking by at least one person. But if they weren't going to stop me I wasn't going to question why. I stood at the edge of the pool looking down, watching my reflection in the water. I began thinking about things, mesmerized by the ripples in the water. Grayson's image popped into my head, but I didn't try to get rid of it right away. It only took a second till I had enough and was ready to forget once again. I tilted my head back and took a large tug off the bottle. I looked around to see if either people I invited were going to show up. I wasn't going to get in till at least one other person was with me, but as I stared into the crisp blue liquid, it felt inviting. I sat the bottle down and pulled off my blouse and the white tank underneath leaving me in my bra. I picked up the bottle for one more swig before removing my pants and throwing them to the floor. I stared again into the water, standing at the edge in my black lace, cheeky, panties and racerback bra. I sat the bottle by my feet and jumped in. It was refreshing. The cool water surrounded me, caressing my skin and I just floated, thinking about how the water felt as well as everything else. Well, everything but the job tomorrow, that part didn't really register at all. The silence was interrupted by door to the pool squeaking as it opened. The girl from the gift shop walked in. Her legs were long and slender and she wore that thin, white t-shirt so perfectly. She stepped to the side of the door and leaned back against the wall. I looked up and she was watching me float around while I flapped my arms to keep my head above water. I looked at her every once in a while and smiled. I'm sure if it was the alcohol, but I really wanted to see what she looked like out of those clothes. "Hey, buddy. You gonna hop in or what?" I taunted her. She smiled back and stepped toward the pool as she spoke, "I better not. Like you said, you're not gay." Not really thinking of the consequences I replied, "Look, I got copious amounts of alcohol on board, and frankly, right now, you look really Goddam gorgeous." I spun around in the water and added, "You can either go home or join me. If you go home it's guaranteed that you're going to regret hopping in this pool with me. But if you join me, you're guaranteed a good time, even if we don't fuck." I took a deep breath and wondered to myself why I was trying to seal the deal. I think it's because I didn't think that other guy was coming and just need someone to get me off. Seriously is the distinction so different? Using a vibrator to get you off, or a chick? Either way it is someone or something other than a man. I've been with women before, but I look at it objectively. I don't have to be in love with them to have them get me off or for me to get them off. I know I know, it's kind of fucked up, but I guess the whole "sexes" thing just doesn't really matter to me, drunk or sober. The girl smirked and I knew I had her on the hook. Slowly, she stepped closer to the water, never taking her eyes off mine. I watched her as she stripped down to her pink bra and hip hugger panties. She climbed in slow, dipping in one foot then the other and sat on the edge next to the bottle of Crown. She kicked her feet and I swam up to see if I could coax her the rest of the way inside the pool. "I... I shouldn't." She protested again. "My boss is going to have a shit fit." I placed both my hands on either of her legs and pulled myself in, nestling my body between her thighs. I wrapped my hands around her waist and kissed her belly button. She breathed heavily and placed a hand on the back of my head. Her eyes rolled back and she let out a little moan as she bit her lip. I could feel that she was hesitating, not allowing herself to let go but I couldn't figure out why. "Come on," I kissed her belly button again, "just because I'm not gay doesn't mean I'm not okay with the female body." I kissed her again, "... and it certainly doesn't mean I won't get you off... you know? If you promise to get me off." I smiled wide, and she smiled back as she rolled her hips toward me, sliding off the tile and into the pool. Her body sank into the cool water in front of me, her arms falling around my shoulders and we giggled together. My eyes opened wide, realizing I forgot something. "Oh God, I hope this doesn't ruin things, but before I met you I invited this guy down here, but I'm not sure he'll come." She looked a little put off but I tried to save it. "Oh please don't be mad, even if he does show up, you can just be friendly with him, but you're really here with me." I bobbed down, completely submerging my head and then resurfaced while I added, "Ooh, and if he wants to fuck, we can have a threesome and I'll let him fuck me while I eat you out... or something." She smiled letting me know she was okay with the agreement, "You know? I've never met anyone like you before." Her arms still draped over my shoulder, I kicked off the wall sending us both further into the deep blue nothingness. She giggled and hugged me tight. We both kicked our legs to keep us afloat while she continued, "You're clearly not gay, but... I don't feel out of place. I... I'm just having a good time. Although I know for a fact I'm going to regret it in the morning." I cocked my head to the side with a frown, "Oh, that's not very nice." She laughed, "Oh not you. God, I could never regret this. I was referring to my job." I smiled in relief that it had nothing to do with me, though I had no clue how something like this could ever affect a clerks job. If anything, she should get raise. She pulled her head back enough to look me in the eye. She leaned into kiss me and I gladly let her. Our tongues made contact as she explored my mouth with hers. She pulled away and laughed, throwing her head back, "see... you let me kiss you without batting an eye and you're holding my body tight against yours as though you're okay with it." She laughed and kissed me again, "see what I mean?" I giggled with her and kicked my legs to spin us around, our breast pressing together. "Well, why should I care, we're both human, we're both adult." I slowly moved my hands down to her ass and pulled her in close, "Life's too short to spend your time worrying about every little thing." I closed the gap between us and we shared a passionate kiss. My tongue slipped deeper into her mouth just as she pulled away. "Holy fuck," She gasped. I opened my eyes wide, "What? What's wrong?" She looked at me and slowly kissed me. "I can't believe I've jump into this swimming pool and locked lips with you without even knowing your name." she smiled big and laughed. I laughed with her, "Oh my God, I haven't told you my name yet?" A light went on and I continued, "Holy shit, I don't even know your name." She smirked, "Hello, my name is Emily." Then she kissed me gently. I responded in kind, "And my name is Riliegh. Nice to meet you." I kissed her back, this time a little longer and with a lot more tongue. We floated around the pool, talking, laughing and holding each other tight. She told me where she came from and I told her about me except all the nasty stuff about my past. We kissed, we flirted, we laughed and we played. An hour passed when the pilot I met before, finally walked through the door in his trunks and a towel thrown over his shoulder. He saw us flirting and chuckled, "Holy shit, you really know how to party." He smiled big and threw his towel against the wall, letting it slide down to the floor. He jumped in the pool, canon ball style. Swimming over to us, he stopped short, keeping his distance. He actually played it cool. We talked for another two hours hopping from pool to hot tube and back again. When we finished off the bottle of crown and realized if we wanted this party to continue we would need a little more. After just a few shots, Emily was far more drunk than the pilot and myself but I could use a little more and I know the pilot could. We walked briskly through the loby, still in our panties, holding our clothes. The gift shop but it was closed. One of us should have known this because Emily closed it before coming to the pool. "Oh my god," Emily said as she began to laugh. "I was the one who closed the shop tonight." She laughed so hard that she snorted. God, she's cute. I give her a smile before joining in with the laughter. "Minibar," Devin blurted out. Holy shit, that's the best idea I've heard. "Come on, I already opened mine." Devin said with a grin as he pulled me close for a kiss. He slid his hand down my back a squeezed my ass. My body shook with excitement. I reached a hand out to Emily and leaned over to kiss her. Her lips were much softer than Devin's and she was also more giving. She kissed me passionately and cupped one of my breasts in her hand. It felt good but it felt even better when she massaged it gently. I wanted to be with Devin but I also wanted to be with her. "God, you're amazing," I whispered in her mouth. "Come lets go to the room. All three of us couldn't keep our hands off each other on the way to his room and when finally made it he slid his card, the door slid open and we all stumbled inside. Devin left us for a moment to flip on the lamp in the corner of the room while Emily and I shared a moment. Emily stared into my eyes and then leaned in for a small kiss and whispered, "God, I wish you were gay." "Well," I spoke honestly, "... tonight I am." Emily smiled wide, lifted her wad of clothes above her head and threw them behind her. I like her enthusiasm and did the same. Our clothes were everywhere. Emily tried to hug me but I acted before she did. I placed my hand on her chest and pushed her back til she fell on the bed. She let out a little squeal and I giggled as I climbed on top of her. I straddled her with my knees at her waist and leaned over to kiss her. Our breast pressed together as we kissed and it sent a shock wave through my nipples up to my brain. I shuttered and moaned into her mouth. I reached an arm around her and unsnapped her bra. I pulled it off of her, exposing her magnificent, flawless breasts. I threw her bra and leaned down to take one of her nipples into my mouth. Emily shook with pleasure and threw her head back into the mattress as she moaned. Devin flipped the light on and turned around to find up lip locked and dry humping. All he could do was stare. The lucky bastard goes to work not expecting anything and ends up in a room with beautiful women ready to fuck each other. Devin grinned, dropped his trunks and began to stroke himself until he was hard as a rock. "My god." He whispered. Rileigh Unchained Ch. 03 Not paying attention to Devin, I kissed down Emily's tummy until I reached her mound. I ran both of my hands down her sides until I reached her panties and pulled them off of her. As I did, I took notice of her legs and her smooth, creamy skin. I threw her panties aside and kissed down one of her legs until I reached her thigh and eventually her pussy. Before I put my mouth to her most secret place, I paused for a moment to question whether I was in my right mind and if I really knew what I was doing. The alcohol was loosening my standards but it went beyond that. I really didn't care about the whole 'sexes' thing. I thought long and hard about this until I came to the conclusion that I didn't care. Emily made me happy tonight, possibly the happiest I had been since the accident, and I liked being with her. The fact that she was a woman didn't bother me. I wasn't turned off that it wasn't a man and I wasn't grossed out by the female body. In fact, as I looked at her, laid on the bed before me, I was actually getting turned on by her breasts and her bald pussy. Having made my decision, I placed a small kiss on her delicate folds of skin. She moaned again and arched her back a little. I liked the reaction I got so I kissed her again and again. I didn't have the best angle standing up so I pulled away long enough to kneel between her legs and then started kissing her pussy again. I knew what I liked when guys went down on me so I tried my best to replicate it on her. I rested my lips on her labia slowly extended my tongue until I could feel them separating, revealing her warm, moist flesh below. I slid my tongue up and down her slit, getting a feel for everything: her clit at the top and her opening at the bottom. I slid my tongue up and down a few more times until finally coming to rest my mouth at her clit. I flicked it gently with my tongue sending shivers up her spine and I could feel her body shake as her legs tightened slightly around my head. Devin made his way closer to the bed having reach the point where watching wasn't enough anymore. He crawled onto the bed beside Emily and before I realized what was happening, he began kissing and massaging her tits. She didn't like that and could feel her body squirming. She didn't want to be rude so, when I popped my head up, I touched his leg and said, "She's with me." Devin gave me a confused look. He turned to look at Emily and then back at me when it finally clicked, "Oh... oh." He turned to Emily and whisper, "I'm so sorry." Before it got weird, I tugged his leg and said, "Come on, I still need a good fucking." The smile of excitement returned to his face and he scooted off the bed toward me. I gently slid my hand down her mound and over her pussy cupping it slightly as I smiled at her and whispered, "Don't you go anywhere, I'll be right back." She returned a smile of her own before laying her head back down on the bed and closing her eye's. I knelt up and kissed Devin with vigor. I scooted form between her legs to his, taking notice of his rock hard cock pressed against my tummy. I looked down to see it for the first time, "Dam." I whispered. I looked back up at him, "Not bad for a pilot." Devin chuckled silently as he lifted my bra up and over my head letting my breasts fall on my chest. His eye's opened wide as he stared at my tits. With both hands he massaged my soft breasts and said, "Dam... You're not so bad yourself." I grinned deservingly with one hand I pushed him back to lay on the bed next to Emily and replied, "You have no idea how good I am." I took him member with both hands taking measure of his manhood. With my hands stacked on top of each other, I could still see his crown poking out the top. I want this thing inside of me. I began stroking him with both hands for a moment and then took one hand away as I slid his tip inside of my mouth. It felt so good to be here once again pleasing a man and knowing that I was going to get off as well. I bobbed my head up and down a few times causing little moans of pleaser to escape his lips. Just then I realized that he was not the only one in the room and without taking his cock out of my mouth, I reached my free hand over and gently rubbed Emily's cunt causing her to squirm once again. I let my fingers fall to the bottom of her slit to find a little present of wetness. She was really wet and it turned me on to know that I was the cause. I swirled my fingers around in her juices for a moment before pushing my middle finger between her lips to find her opening. I rested my finger there to build anticipation before breaching her opening with just half of my finger inside of her. Her legs twitched and squeezed my arm between her thighs. I stroked her with my finger from the inside while I stroked Devin's length with my hand and mouth. I sucked as hard as I could, drawing as much of him into my mouth. Once his tip was touching the back of my throat, I held it there until my breath was gone. I pulled off of him to gasp for air and then I was back on him again. Devin moaned and placed a hand on the back of my head. I love it when guys put their hand on my head when I blow them. It makes me feel like they like it and lets me know that I'm doing a good job. Once the initial shivers of my finger inside of her fades, I forced the entire length of my finger inside and curled it upward. She rolled her hips and gasped as she grabbed my hand with both of her hand and moaned louder than before, "God, keep going." Dam I'm good. I continued to curl and straighten my finger over and over as fast as I could. Emily's body shook with pleasure and she rolled slightly onto her side as if she couldn't take anymore. I gave her and my finger a break by stopping immediately. Her body finally relaxed and she laid flat on the bed panting heavily. I pulled off of Devin and scooted over positioning myself between her thigh once again. She was close and I wanted to get her there. Maintaining a grip on Devin's shaft, I pulled out of Emily just long enough to add another finger and then slid them both of them inside of her. She moaned at the bigger size but when I began curling them upward over and over as fast as I could, her entire body flexed, bringing her head off the bed, nearly touching her chest. In an instant, she grabbed my hand with one of her and her other hand flew out to the side and she griped a hand full of sheets as she screamed, begging for more. Her words were jumbled but I knew what she meant. Not being able to focus any attention on Devin, I released my grip and used that hand to flick Emily's clit as fast as I could. Being worked over so thoroughly from the inside and out, Emily had reached her threshold. She bit her lip but even that couldn't hold back the inevitable. Emily opened her mouth wide and screamed as she came, "FUCK!" That's the point, Honey. For guys, orgasms can last only a few seconds but not for Emily. Her body never relaxed which meant she was still in the moment. After a full minute my fingers were burning and after two minutes they were almost numb but I kept going. She curled her legs up around me and the longer I wiggled my fingers the tighter she gripped my body with her legs. She held her breath between the gasps for air enjoying every part of what was happening to her. Her face turned red her skin was hot next to mine. This is ridiculous. I've never had an orgasm that lasted this long. I found myself jealous of her, wanting to experience what she was. Finally, her body began to relax and I slowed my fingers down to where I could stop. Her legs fell off me, down to the side, and I pulled out of her. She rolled her hips as my fingers left her, not wanting me to stop. I leaned in and kissed her folds a few times before moving my hand over to grip Devin's cock once again. He must have like what he saw because his cock was even harder and throbbing and his tip was a dark red, almost purple. I giggled at the thought. I kissed Emily between the legs a few more time and she reached her hands down and placed them on my head. Emily moaned loudly, "Fuck, that was amazing." She was breathing heavily and as I buried my face deep into her cunt I peeked over her mound and watched her chest rise and fall with her tits pressed together between her arms. Her nipples were rock hard, sticking straight out. I want to suck on those nipples. Once Emily had regained her composure I knelt up and said, "Come on, let's get more comfy on this here bed." As I stood, I reached a hand out for both of them, bringing them to stand next to me. I led Emily to the head of the bed and laid her in the middle with her head on the pillows and spread her legs as I knelt between them. I reached a hand behind me suggesting Devin to position himself behind me. He smiled and complied with my wishes. I was still kneeling up when he scooted in behind me and I could feel his cock press into the crack of my ass. It felt good so I leaned back, letting him wrap his arms around me. With both hands he cupped my tits and squeezed. I moaned lightly, leaned my head back onto his shoulder letting him kiss my neck. Before leaning forward to kiss Emily I whispered in his ear, "Fuck me god, Captain." Devin grinned and pushed me forward till I was hovering above Emily who greeted me with a devilish grin. I closed the distance between our bodies until our breasts, tummies, and mounds were all smashed into each other. I kissed her with purpose and she matched my enthusiasm as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I interrupted our moment of passion when I blurted out, "Condom!" I pushed myself off of Emily and grabbed my pants where I always have a few condoms. I handed it to Devin and he quickly put it on. I resumed my position and activities with Emily and Devin lined his cock up with my pussy. He rested his tip at my opening and with gentle pressure I could feel myself stretch to the contours of his shaft as he gained entry to my cave of wonder. Devin knew what he was doing. He entered me slow and gradually picked up the pace. I had a man fucking me from behind and I was making out with a beautiful woman, I've never experienced such bliss. As I kissed Emily, rubbed every part of my back and sides with both hands. I especially like it when her hand would glide over the sides of my tits. It sent shivers throughout my body. I was thoroughly pleased with what she was doing but she impressed me even more by sliding her hand down between us and began to rub my clit. Her touch alone nearly sent me over the edge but I held it back as long as I could - which turned out to be not long at all. Devin was at full speed now and it took only a few more thrusts deep inside of me until I felt the nerves deep within me building like fire and spreading through my body. Like a gigantic wave it hit me hard and my body seized with pleasure and collapsed into Emily. Her left hand kept flicking my clit and she wrapped her right hand around my back and held me tight. I tried to keep it going as long as Emily's orgasm but it only lasted a fraction of hers. It was still amazing though. My body shook and when I could finally relax I lifted my head to look into Emily's eyes. Just then Devin tightened his grip on my hips and on his last thrust he held himself deep inside me as he came. His load was so big that I could actually feel it building pressure within me. His body tensed up a little but it didn't last too long. A few seconds and he pulled out of me before laying nest to Emily on the bed, "You girls sure know how to have a good time." Emily and I smiled at each other and I kissed her once again. The three of us talked for a few minutes but it didn't take long before we all fell asleep. I woke up in a drunken stupor, trying to block out the noise from the alarm clock. Rubbing my eyes and squinting, I rose from in between the sheets with Emily to my left and the pilot to my right. "Oh fuck, what did I do?" I looked around for a bit and then realized that the clock said "5:50". Fuck. I jumped out of bed in a hurry to get to my scheduled pickup at 6:00. I scurried to find my clothes among the rest, thrown about the room, but I was still too drunk. It's only been 4 hours? I couldn't tell the deference between my underwear and Emily's, so I just threw on my pants and forgot about my bra. She can keep my underwear as a souvenir. I searched for my blouse, but all I could find was a hoodie that I had never seen before but before I could throw it on, Emily woke up, groggy and barely discernible. I'm not sure if it was her mouth or my ears, but all I could make out was something about a "Great night," and I think something about making her cum. She smiled wide and said with a little more clarity, "See you later. Don't be too pissed." I wasn't sure what she meant by that. Maybe I just never told her I was flying out this morning. Whatever it was, I didn't have time to figure it out right now. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and said something quick to end the conversation. I threw on the hoodie and headed out the door.