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Strange Days Ch. 01

By: redskyes



I've been a reader here for a little while now. This is definitely a futanari tale, but it will take a couple chapters to get there. Hope you enjoy. 

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I had wanted this for so long, to lie beneath Trevor Cartwright, see his gloriously naked body above me, glistening with sweat, his cock hard and twitching for me. He was so handsome, his golden hair falling in tight curls to his shoulders, blue eyes glittering as he gazed into mine. His lips were full, swollen from our heated kisses. His breath was warm on my face, flushed with heat, heat for him. Looking down his body, it only got better. He was chiseled muscle from head to toe, skin bronzed from the sun, body tight and lean, a swimmer's body. His velvety hard length was hot against my stomach, the soft hairs on his testicles tickling my nether lips. I watched him reach down to wrap a hand around his shaft.

"Are you sure you wanna do this, Amy?" he asked.

So polite.

I forced myself to lift my gaze from his cock, to look into his eyes, the eyes of a boy I'd had a crush on for so long. I was an awkward teenager in the beginning, a late bloomer. An only child, my social skills certainly weren't up to par. My parents weren't rich. It took a lot of hard work to get into the upper echelons of popularity, but I'd made it. I hadn't been alone. Sarah, my best friend since childhood, had helped integrate me into her social circles. She'd taught me how to make myself pretty before I had the body to make it so effortless. Granted, I wasn't a knockout compared to Sarah. She had big beautiful breasts, generous hips, a cute little nose, full mouth, and an ass to die for. I wasn't even a lesbian, and I would have fucked Sarah in a heartbeat -- if I'd been a guy, of course.

Sarah had known I'd had the hots for Trevor since grade school. She'd worked just as hard to get me into his line of sight, and finally, the summer after graduating high school, all that hard work had paid off. Summer break was ending. The first semester at college would start soon, but Trevor and I had had almost the full summer break to fool around. He was rumored to be very skilled with his mouth, and he certainly was. I'd spent the last hour coming my brains out under the relentless onslaught of his mouth between my legs. It wasn't the first time he'd gone down on me, but it was the farthest we had gone to date. Today, everything would change.

As I flicked my gaze down to his hard cock in his hand, I had to ask myself -- was I ready for this?

I wasn't a virgin, not really. I'd never had sex, but I was no stranger to toys, thanks to Sarah. She'd given me my first dildo. It was soft, easy to warm under the faucet, and from what I'd seen of real penises, quite realistic. When she'd first given it to me, I'd thought it was huge, but Sarah swore it was just above average. Specifically, Sarah said it measured exactly six and a half inches long. Whatever. The first time I put the thing inside me -- with her help, I should add -- it felt positively massive. Yes, my best friend helped me fuck my first dildo. There's a reason I love the girl.

Anyway, as it so happened, I almost didn't end up lying beneath Trevor, contemplating finally going all the way with him. Why? Turns out he wasn't as big as my dildo.

Let me be clear on this. I absolutely love fucking my dildo. I love the way it feels inside me, how it fills me up, though admittedly, I wouldn't mind if it was bigger, or longer. Still, my dildo is my second best friend in the whole world. When I saw Trevor's hard cock for the first time and put my hand around it, I was worried. He was just a little shorter than my dildo, and not as thick either. Not wanting to ruin my fantasies of him, I'd told Sarah that I was having second thoughts. Sarah told me to go ahead with it, that a real cock will feel different, better. She said Trevor may not be as long or as thick as my dildo, but his cock would be warmer, and harder, in a way. She said it would feel different enough to still be wonderful.

So there I was on Trevor's bed, lying on my back, legs spread wide, ankles crossed over his tight butt. My long black hair was draped over the pillow beneath my head, and some of it was spilling down over my shoulders. My pale skin stood in sharp contrast to Trevor's bronze. God, he was beautiful.

Did I want this?

I watched his hand stroke up and down his cock, gaze riveted to the tip, where a glistening drop of fluid formed, larger and larger until it oozed down the cleft of his crown. I had a moment frozen in time, wondering what it would taste like. It seemed strange that I didn't know what his cock or arousal tasted like, yet I was about to put both inside my body.

Did I want this?

Trevor looked at me through hooded eyes, waiting, rubbing the hard silky shaft of him against my button.

Yes, I wanted this.

I bit my lip and nodded.

Trevor smiled. "Cool."

Cool?  I thought, watching as he sat up and rolled a condom over his penis. He moved his body down and raised his hips, bending his dick down until the tip of it disappeared below the horizon of my neatly shaved mound. He was about to put his cock in me for the first time, and all he could come up with was cool?

I gasped when he rubbed the head of his penis up and down my slit, bumping my clit. He bumped my button a little too firmly, so it didn't feel very good, at least not compared to when I did it myself with my dildo, or when Sarah did it for me. His cockhead moved down, forward a little to open me up, then in one smooth push, he was inside me. The feel of him filling me up bowed my spine.

"God, Amy," he breathed, putting his hand back on the mattress to hold himself above me, rotating his hips. "You're so tight."

Sarah was right. He wasn't as long or as wide, but he was so warm, and so hard. I smiled up at him, eager to feel him moving inside me, to feel something better than my dildo. I didn't believe it was possible, but Sarah assured me it would be amazing.

Without buildup or warning, Trevor drew back his hips and began hammering into me, hard and fast. Hmm. Not as good as my dildo. I lay there patiently, waiting to feel that warm pressure building low my body, but...nothing.

"Does it feel good?" he asked breathlessly.

I lied. "Oh yeah."

Trevor grinned and fucked me even faster. Sarah was certainly right. A real cock was harder. I wasn't accustomed to it, and the feel of him so hard inside me was too different, too alien. I forced myself to relax, to fall into the moment, to concentrate on nothing but the feel of his hard length pushing in and out of me, just like Sarah told me.

After a minute or two, it started to feel kind of good. Not great, but good. It was a start. My eyes started to close when I felt him swell, getting a little bigger. Sarah had told me that would mean he was close. He stopped moving and I looked at him.

"You're gonna love this," he said, leaning back to hook one arm behind my knee, then the other. Trevor spread my legs wide and pushed up over me. The position raised my pelvis, and gave me a wonderful view of his cock in my pussy. "Hold on, baby."

Trevor dropped his hips and slammed his cock into me, thrusting almost straight down towards the bed. The angle felt wonderful, as though he was pushing deeper, and maybe he was. His hips became a blur. Okay, now it felt good.

"Oh gawd," I groaned, arching my back as much as I could. "Don't stop."

Turns out that was the worst thing I could have said. I should have heeded Sarah's warning about that.

Trevor's eyes squeezed shut. "Ungh!"

And just like that, just as it was getting good, Trevor pulled out of me, tore the condom from his cock and blew his hot load all over my face and chest.

"Trevor!" I squealed, closing my eyes as he pasted them shut with his spunk.

Well, at least he was nice enough not to get any of his jizz in my mouth.

Strange Days Ch. 02



Welcome back, and thank you for reading.

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Chapter 2

"Was it really that bad?"

I glared over my knees at Sarah. She was sitting at the foot of my bed with her legs crossed, leaning forward with interest, while I sat much the same at the opposite end, my back against the headboard. My knees were drawn up and I clutched a fluffy pillow to my chest.

"Well, I guess it wasn't bad," I sighed, rolling my eyes. I looked into Sarah's blue eyes and blew hair out of my face. "It wasn't great though."

"Oh, honey," she frowned, setting her hand on my foot reassuringly. "What happened?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. He just didn't wait for me, I guess."

Sarah made a face. "Don't tell me he started before you were even wet."

"No, I was wet."

She narrowed her pretty eyes. "Are you sure?"

I laughed and threw the pillow at her. "Yes, I'm definitely sure."

Sarah caught the pillow and giggled, then dropped it into her lap. "How are you sure?"

Grinning crookedly, I grabbed the floppy dildo out of my nightstand and held it up. "I could have taken something twice as thick as this and been fine."

Her eyes widened, and she grinned back. "Wow. Really?"

"Okay, probably not," I rolled my eyes again and dropped the dildo into my drawer, closing it.

Staring at me, Sarah smiled and dropped the pillow on the floor, leaning forward once more. "So, did you get to come?"

I sighed and slumped down the headboard until I was almost lying down, pouting up at her. "No."

With a devious grin, Sarah got up onto her hands and knees and crawled up to me, close and closer until her big breasts were touching my knees. "Want me to make it better?"

I felt the corners of my mouth turn up. Sarah's hair was as dark as mine, but twice as long, though she kept it in a braid most of the time. Tonight though, she let it spill down her back freely. Her big boobs looked incredible beneath the tight red tank top she was wearing. It was short, letting me see the smooth tan skin of her stomach and sides. Other than that and very skimpy red lace panties, she wore nothing else. Like I said, Sarah was beautiful, and if I could fuck her properly, I'd do it in a heartbeat. If only I were a guy.

"Come on, honey," she cooed, slipping her hands between my knees and spreading my legs. "Let me make it all better."

"What did you have in mind?" I asked. Of course, I was pretty sure I already knew the answer, but it always got me hot when we just came right out and said what we were thinking at times like this.

Smiling wider, Sarah slid her warm hands around the outside of my thighs, then up to my hips. Her fingers curled around the thin straps of my panties. "Oh, I don't know," she said innocently, then slowly peeled my panties off. "I thought I might make you come in my mouth."

My entire body shivered with delight. Sarah giggled. She loved the effect she had on me. I watched her hungrily as she dropped my panties on the floor and openly ogled my bare pussy. Like Sarah, I kept myself smoothly shaved, except for a small upside down triangle of soft brown curls above my slit. She'd taught me how to do it.

Completely unlike Trevor, Sarah didn't just dive in for my cunt. Instead, she lazily crawled up my body and lowered her mouth to kiss and lick my stomach. As she crawled further up my body, she raised her head to smile at me. Even though they were under her shirt, her warm breasts and hard nipples dragging along the front of me had my full attention. Sarah noticed me staring at her tits and sat back on her heels. She shook her chest from side to side, making her boobs jiggle back and forth beneath her tank top.

"Would you like to see them first?" she asked, touching her bottom lip with her finger.

I laughed softly, loving the way she teased me. "Yes."

Grinning, Sarah smoothly pulled her tank top off and tossed it aside. Her beautifully full breasts spilled out. They were so firm they had no sag at all, and they were capped with big swollen nipples that were made to be sucked on.

Grabbing my hands, Sarah jerked me up into a sitting position. "Your turn."

Before I could say anything, she peeled my tight tee shirt off of me and tossed it aside. My nipples hardened at the cool air instantly.

"I wish I had breasts like yours," I told her.

"I love your tits, Amy. They're so tight and soft," Sarah said, cupping my much smaller breasts in her hands. Her thumbs rubbed over my nipples, making me gasp. "And I love how hard your nipples get."

With that, Sarah leaned over and cupped one of my breasts, taking the tip into her mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue licking firmly over my nipple, then she would suck my tit into her mouth, taking as much as she could. Reaching up, I slid my fingers into Sarah's soft hair, relishing the texture and warmth of it in my hands. Sarah gave my breast a hard suck and bit down on my nipple, making things tighten low in my body.

"God, I love how you work me up," I sighed.

Sarah grinned up at me. "Then you'll love this."

Her fingers spread open my swollen sex and plunged inside me. I bowed my back, thrust up onto her hand. Sarah turned her hand palm up, then curled her fingers back in a come-here gesture, fingertips rubbing over that spot inside me.

I tried to cry out, but she stole it with her lips, tongue plunging into my mouth.

"You're so wet, baby," Sarah cooed softly, licking my lower lip. "Can you come for me?"

I cried out into her mouth again, hands fisted in her hair, crushing her mouth to mine, kissing her hard and deep. Her fingers tormented me, stroking me firmly, gently, and so surely. Sarah worked me higher and higher, the pressure building in my body until I couldn't stand it. She brought me screaming into her mouth. Her tongue licked the roof of my mouth, then farther, flicking against my throat.

If I worshiped any part of Sarah's body, believe me, it was that incredibly long tongue of hers. Drawing away from me, Sarah withdrew her fingers from my climaxing cunt and raised her glistening hand to her mouth, licking my juice from her fingers.

"I love the way you taste," she breathed, then kissed me hard and quick. "Ready to come in my mouth?" she asked sweetly.

I laughed breathlessly and pushed her head down my body.

"So eager," she teased, licking my stomach and hip.

Grabbing my ass in both hands, Sarah pushed my legs outside of her arms, held me tight, then clamped her mouth over my burning sex.

I stifled a scream of joy by biting down on my arm. It was late at night, and my mom slept on the other side of the house, but waking up to screams and finding her daughter being eaten out by her best friend was not the climatic conclusion to the night that I was looking for.

My hips were bucking up and down, but Sarah held fast, licking up and down my folds, slurping at my nectar, sucking my clit.

"That's it, baby," she breathed over my cunt. "Come for me."

I felt her widen her mouth over my seething core, then she plunged her tongue deep inside me. I bit my arm harder, screaming into it, every deep lick of her tongue against my insides driving me wild. Her tongue slid out of me and she attacked my clit with her mouth, then plunged two fingers into me.

"Come on, baby," she urged me huskily. "Give me your cum."

Curling her fingers against that spot deep inside me, Sarah brought me again, clenching down onto her fingers so tightly that it felt like a cock in me. She moaned and groaned, mouth still locked on my body, slurping away as I came and came, drinking me down. I wasn't a squirter or anything like that, but I could get incredibly wet when I came hard enough. Sarah made me come that hard. I could tell she was swallowing between breaths.

Still, she didn't stop. Sarah licked me until I was shaking in her grasp.

"No more," I gasped. "Please, baby. No more."

Laughing, Sarah finally let me go. She pushed up onto her arms and crawled up my body. Grabbing her head, I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. Her mouth and chin were slick from me, but I didn't care. When I finally let her go, she laid down beside me, resting her head on my shoulder and caressing the front of my sweaty body with her warm hand.

"Mmm, that was nice," she cooed.

I tried to roll over on top of her to reciprocate, but she held me down.

"Uh-uh," she shook her head, kissing my breast.

"Why not?"

"That was for you, Amy," she told me sweetly. "Besides, I know you don't like doing that."

That was only partially true. Granted, I wasn't crazy about going down on her, at least not like she did me, but I loved that I could give her pleasure, and I loved the way she tasted too, so I told her as much.

"I love the way you taste, Sarah," I said softly, kissing her hair.

She smiled against my breast, running her fingers through the small patch of hair on my mound. "That's sweet."

"It's true though."

Sarah's fingers slid further between my legs, into my swollen sex, making me shiver. Pushing up onto her elbow to look at me, she brought her hand to her mouth and sucked my wetness from her fingers.

"I know," she smiled sleepily. "But like I said, that was just for you."

I smiled back and kissed her.

"Oh, I almost forgot," she said. Sarah rolled away from me and came back with her purse. She withdrew something wrapped in velvet and sat on the side of the bed, handing it to me. Honestly, I was kind of distracted by her glorious tits. "Happy birthday, baby."

"Oh, Sarah," I gushed, sitting up and accepting the gift. "But it's not until tomorrow."

She shrugged. "I know, but I didn't wanna wait."

I hugged the present to my chest. Whatever was inside the velvet, it was hard. "You didn't have to get me anything."

"Yeah, right," she laughed. "Come on. Open it up."

Unwrapping the velvet, I held the gift up to see it. It was a beautifully carved marble statue about half a foot long, depicting a nude woman lying on her back, one knee raised, arms extended above her head. The detail was incredible. Her expression was one of ecstasy, and between her slightly spread thighs I could even make out the lips of her sex.

"Wow," I breathed, admiring the statue. "Sarah, it's beautiful."

She bounced on the mattress, which made me admire her tits again. "The shopkeeper told me it's an idol of Freyja."

"Who's Freyja?" I asked, looking at the idol.

Sarah moved to sit beside me. "She's a Norse goddess of love, beauty, fertility, and some other stuff." I looked at her and she continued. "Anyway, the lady at the store was sweet, but weird too."

"What do you mean?"

"When I told her I was looking for a present for your birthday, she asked what you meant to me."

I swallowed nervously. I'd never asked how Sarah felt about me. I loved her. In fact, I was pretty sure I loved her too much. "What did you say?"

She smiled and caressed my thigh with her hand. "I told her that you're my best friend, that I love you."

"Really?" I smiled, blushing furiously. "You said that?"

Sarah grinned and kissed me softly. "Told you that you taste good."

I laughed. "Stop messing around."

She giggled. "Anyway, the lady told me that since it was a gift to someone I love, the idol would have special powers. She said you could make a wish, but it has to be something really important to you as a person, something that could change your life."

"Really," I made a face.

Sarah shrugged and smiled. "So, what's your wish?"

"Isn't it against the rules for me to say it out loud?"

"Only when blowing out candles on a cake, silly," she tickled me briefly, then returned her hand to my thigh. "Go ahead. Make your wish."

Looking at the statue, I ran my fingertips over the cool surface, and again, I marveled at the incredible detail. I could actually feel Freyja's stiff nipples. I looked at Sarah, held her chin and kissed her softly, at length.

I spoke softly against her lips, putting my heart and soul into what I said. "I wish I could fuck you properly."

Sarah laughed and kissed me with fervor. "I like the sound of that."

Laughing with her, I set the statue down on my nightstand, then quickly straddled Sarah, pinning her wrists against the bed.

"What are you doing?" she squealed as I nuzzled her breasts, licking and nipping at the wonderfully soft skin around her nipples.

"Just throwing a little feeling into my wish," I grinned, then moved down her body.

No, I wasn't crazy about going down on girls. But I loved going down on Sarah.



Strange Days Ch. 03



Here's where things get...strange.

Chapter 3

I woke in the morning from an intensely erotic dream. My wish had come true. I'd been fucking Sarah, with a penis. My penis. When I came to, I was humping the mattress. I almost laughed at the futility of it. Sarah was already up and about, evident by my searching arm not finding her in bed with me. Blinking my eyes open, I groggily sat up to get out of bed. The cool air hardened my nipples painfully, not to mention the hardwood floor turned my bare feet to ice. I'd forgotten that we'd fallen asleep naked.

Gathering up a change of clothes, I made my way to the bathroom down the hall from my room. I could hear Sarah and my mom laughing in the kitchen. Both of them were early risers, whereas I always slept in a bit. They'd probably been up for over an hour, gabbing away. Sarah got along with Mom almost better than I did. I smiled, overhearing Sarah going on about some hot stud that worked in my mom's office, trying to talk her into asking him out on a date.

Mom deserved a date. My father left us when I was fifteen, and mom hadn't dated but twice since then. Sending a little hope mom's way that Sarah would be successful into talking her into dating mom's coworker, I stepped into the shower.

The hot water felt fantastic against my skin. Running my hand down between my legs, I remembered Sarah touching me there, the feel of her mouth on me, tongue pushing inside. I smiled at the memory. Things low in my body tightened, and I couldn't help myself. Putting my foot up on the lip of the tub, I rubbed myself until I was good and wet, then pushed two fingers inside my heated sex, rubbing and caressing. The tight feeling inside of me grew and grew, almost to the point of pain, and when I came, I climaxed so hard that I almost fell on my ass. Slumping down in the tub on my back, the shower beating down on my groin, I relaxed and caught my breath.

After a few minutes, there was something strange about the way the water felt against my crotch and stomach. It felt good. Actually, it felt really good. That tight feeling in my body was gone, and with it came an inexplicable sense of freedom. Having no idea what that was all about, I pushed up onto my elbows. I was about get up to my feet when I saw something that almost made me scream. I had to blink several times and rub my eyes to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. There, between my legs, lying against my stomach, was a penis.

Holy shit!

I closed my eyes and pinched my arm, certain I was dreaming, but the feel of the shower against my apparent erection didn't go away, and when I looked at it again, the penis was still there. I sat bolt upright and gawked at my groin. No, this wasn't a penis. It was far too big for that. This was a cock.

Oh my God. The wish.

Could the storekeeper have been telling the truth? Was my wish granted by the statue of Freyja?

Hesitantly, I touched the long hard cock with my fingertips. Sure enough, I felt the soft touch of my fingers against the shaft, and it felt good. Okay, it was real. In a panic, I felt lower between my legs and breathed a sigh of relief when I found that I still had a vagina. Okay, I was still a girl. Right?

I was too stunned to think of anything else, like the implications of what this could mean. I could think of nothing but the hard organ sticking up from my groin. I felt around gently with my fingers, running the tips up the lips of my pussy and around the base of the shaft. At first, I thought the phallus might have replaced my clit, but then I found it, pressed up under its hood behind the shaft sticking out of me.

As I was exploring, there was a loud knock on the bathroom door.

"Honey, you almost done?" Mom asked.

I almost hyperventilated. Please, God, don't let her come in here.

"Yeah, mom!" I shouted back.

"Okay, well, breakfast is ready."

"Be right there!"

I jumped up to my feet and reached past the shower curtain to grab a towel, but stopped halfway when the head of my dick poked the curtain, making me look at it. Now that I was standing, the alien penis was angled away from my body, letting me get my first good look at it. Good Lord in Heaven...it was huge! Wondering how big it was, I wrapped my hand around the shaft.

Ohhhhh, I really shouldn't have done that.

The feel of my soft hand around my dick was amazing. Before I knew what I was doing, my hand was gently exploring my length. I could just get my thumb and forefinger around the shaft, it was that thick. When I bent it down to point away from me, it looked positively massive, but oh man, it felt good when I did that. Before I knew it, I was masturbating, or more appropriately, jerking off.

I wouldn't say it felt better than when I diddled my clit, but the sensation was so new, so alien to me, that it felt fantastic. Angling the cock to point up, I saw that the head reached my belly button. Marveling at the size of the thing, I watched in awe as it began to throb in my hand, and at the same time, that tightness in my sex returned. It was the same, but not. I can't really describe it, except that as I pumped my hand up and down the shaft, the tightness inside of me grew. It was like right before I came, only a lot more intense. I could feel my arousal leaking down my thighs. With my other hand, I pushed a finger into my aching cunt, then two, curling the tips against that spot. The stroking of my cock felt even better. It hit me so fast, there was no warning. My pussy clamped down on my fingers and the most amazing sensation burst in my belly, roared up the shaft of my dick and exploded at the tip. I came hard, watching in awe as a thick rope of white cum burst out of the tip of my cock. A second rope followed it, a third and forth, over and over until I lost count.

When I opened my eyes again, I realized I must have turned to face the shower curtain at some point, because there was a mess of white cream all over it. My cock was still long and thick, but it wasn't nearly as hard as before. I shook my head at the sight of it hanging down between my legs.

"Amy, come on!" Sarah shouted at the door.

My eyes flew wide open. "Just a second!"

Grabbing the shower head, I hastily rinsed off the curtain and killed the water.

"What's taking so long?" Sarah asked, and I panicked when I realized she was no longer shouting through the door. She was in the bathroom!

There was a strange sucking sensation between my legs, and when I looked down, my penis was gone. Just then, the shower curtain flew open. I gave a short scream and saw Sarah standing there. She was smiling mischievously, and openly leering at my nakedness.

"Well, hey there, baby," she cooed, striking a pose. "You're all dressed up for something special."

"Sarah, what are you doing?" I threw a towel around my body like a shield.

"Breakfast is ready."

"Okay, I'm done," I huffed and stepped out, making her move back.

Sarah frowned. "Amy, is something wrong?"

"No!" I said a little too emphatically. No, nothing is wrong at all. I just happened to have jacked off a tremendous dick that sprouted from me a moment ago. I forced myself to calm down. "Why would anything be wrong?"

"I don't know," she shrugged, then made a face. "But you're being weird."

I sighed. "Sorry. I had strange dreams and didn't sleep well. I'll be right there, okay?"

Sarah narrowed her eyes at me, then shrugged again and leaned in to kiss my cheek. "Whatever."

I watched her tight ass as she walked away, and I had a sudden urge to find out what it would feel like to have my cock nestled in the crack of her warm cheeks. No sooner had the thought come and gone, I felt that strange pressure and release, and when I looked down, my towel was tented up.

Oh no! It was back!

Running into my room, I slammed the door shut and locked it. I ripped the towel off and threw it to the floor. Once again, a huge hard dick was sticking out and up from between my legs.

"Shit, shit, shit," I cursed endlessly. "How did this happen?"

I remembered the statue of Freyja. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I jerked the drawer open on my nightstand. The statue was still there, where I'd left it, only now the woman had a huge dick sticking up from between her legs, hovering over her stomach.

"No fucking way," I breathed, picking up the statue. "Could it really be?" I wondered aloud, turning the statue over in my hands, inspecting the changes. "Did you really grant my wish?"

As though in response, my cock throbbed, hard. Instinctively, I wrapped my hand around it, just beneath the head, where the wonderful sensations seemed to be focused. It felt so good that I squeezed my fist.

"Oh my..." I sighed, the feel of my warm hand around my hard dick indescribably wonderful.

For the first time, I took a good long look at it. To be honest, it really was a beautiful penis, a little longer than my dildo, but a lot thicker. It was soft to the touch, like warm velvet wrapped around a steel pipe. Stroking my hand up the shaft, I saw a drop of precum gather at the tip. The memory of Trevor came back to me, along with the thought that I hadn't tasted him.

Curious, I gathered up the drop with the tip of my finger and brought it to my mouth. Hesitantly, I closed my lips around my finger, then touched my tongue. Boy sperm was usually kind of salty, from my own limited experience, but it was more texture than taste, really. But this...this actually tasted kind of, well, nice. There was a strong musky note to the flavor, but it was..I don't know...good.

Even more curious for another taste, I stroked my now aching cock until more clear precum oozed out of the swollen head. There was more volume this time, and that meant more to taste, which apparently meant the taste was even better. I hummed with delight around my finger, sucking it clean. The rest of my body began to feel really good, and it was only then that I realized I'd resumed jacking off with my other hand.

My hips were bucking up and down on the edge of the mattress, thrusting my hard cock back and forth through my fist. Fuck, it felt good. Gathering up a copious glob of precum, I smeared it around the upper portion of my member and resumed stroking.

Oh.

My.

God.

The lubrication made this feel even more amazing. I stroked harder, faster, firmly clenching my throbbing rod, which felt hot in my hand now, while my other hand snaked down to my drooling slit to finger the swollen folds there. My hips bucked up hard, once, twice. I looked down just in time to see my cock lurch in my fist. A thick rope of pearly-white cum blasted me from neck to forehead, pasting my left eye shit.

"Oh!" I squealed at the shock of it.

Right on the heel of the first rope was another, and it landed right in my open mouth. My gut reaction was to spit it out. I felt the warm stuff running down my neck and between my small breasts, even as rope after thick rope plastered me with gooey cream. When the last spurt of thick warm cum shot out onto my breasts, I fell back onto the bed, panting hard. It was a few minutes before I could sit up again, but when I did, I was horrified to see how much of a mess I'd made. There was pearly white spunk all over my upper body, and when I got up to see myself in the full length mirror on my closet door, the sight of it put poor Trevor to shame. I looked like I'd just stepped out of a bukkake flick.

Well, at least I hadn't gotten any in my hair.

I marveled at the mess, gazing into the mirror as thick drops of warm semen slid over the swells of my small breasts to slowly ooze down my stomach. Still curious, I scooped up a great big glob with my finger and brought it to my mouth, sucking the digit clean. Man, it tasted even better now, both sweet and a little salty, and the thick slippery texture was amazing.

The doorknob turned, but I'd locked it.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Amy? What are you doing in there?" Sarah called.

Shit!

I was supposed to be getting ready for breakfast, but there I was, standing naked in my bedroom covered in my own cum, and with Sarah right on the other side of the door.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

"One second!" I cried out, grabbing the towel from the floor and hastily wiping myself down.

When I threw the spunk laden towel in the hamper, my cock was gone again. All I could see was my normal pretty mound. What the hell?

Dressing in a flash, I threw on clothes and yanked the door open, trying to look casual by brushing my hand through my damp hair.

"Sorry, Sarah," I tried to mollify her.

Sarah narrowed her eyes. "You're all flushed."

I had to move back into my room when she stepped forward. My ass hit my dresser, and Sarah put her hands up on the lip of it, effectively pinning me there.

Her eyes went wide and she gasped. "We're you masturbating?"

"No!" I squealed.

"Oh my gawd!" she laughed. "You totally were!"

"I was putting on lotion!" I stamped my foot and pushed her out of my way, heading for the door.

Sarah caught my hand and brought me to a stop, turning me around to look at her. "Okay. Sorry. No big deal."

I breathed a sigh of relief, glad she was letting this go, then her gaze fell to my neck, suspicious.

"You missed some," Sarah said and touched my neck with two fingers. I caught a glimpse of a big wad of white cum on her fingers before she rubbed it into her palms and over her hands.

I just stood there, aghast.

Sarah huffed. "Come on. Let's eat."



Strange Days Ch. 04



This may be getting out of hand for Amy. 

*

I was quiet all through breakfast. Sarah and mom talked about school, work, and other mundane stuff. Me, I was too preoccupied with the fact that I had a magically appearing and disappearing porn-worthy dong. Part of me wanted to tell them, these two people that I trusted the most in the world. The rest of me convinced me that I would be a fucking lunatic to do so.

So, resigned to my fate of keeping this secret for the rest of my life, I kept my mouth shut. Sarah and Mom kept chatting away long after we were finished eating. As Sarah animated the conversation with her hands, I watched her big lovely breasts bounce now and then. Part of me wanted to steal her away from my mom and up to my room, so that I could burry my face in the warm valley of Sarah's tits. Or even better, I could burry my cock there. I bet that would feel really good.

The tight feeling low in my body grew, then released, and I felt my cock coming out of my slit.

"Bathroom!" I yelped and shot up from the table, running upstairs.

"Too much juice, I guess," Mom giggled, and Sarah joined her.

In the bathroom, I yanked my shirt up. Sticking above the waistband of my shorts, there was the fat head of my dick, already oozing precum. It was so hard that even in my tight cotton shorts, it strained away from my body.

Weren't these things supposed to stay soft after you played with them?

"Dammit," I groaned.

How was I supposed to hide something like this at college, or anywhere else, for that matter? I was pretty good at sewing, and as I gaped at the magnificent dong sticking out of my groin, I already had some ideas for covering this up. I mean, this damn thing was bound to stand up to attention any time I got aroused, wasn't it? After all, hot girls were abundant there, and I shared over half of my classes with Sarah, and she was more than hot enough to get me aroused, it seemed.

For a few minutes, I pondered what would happen if I saw an attractive guy. Would my dick appear then? Oh, shit. Was I forever relegated to being with women? I mean, what guy in his right mind would ever want to be with a girl like me?

My dick throbbed, jerking me out of my thoughts. Dammit, I couldn't leave the bathroom like this. I had to make this thing go away.

Okay, I could do this.

I started jerking off. It felt good, but I knew it could feel better, and that would make this go a lot quicker. Raising my hand, I spit generously into my palm and slicked up my cock, stroking up and down.

Oh yeah. Much better.

Having the forethought to avoid making a mess, I raised the toilet seat and stood in front of it. Spitting into my other hand, I double-fisted my dick, amazing that there appeared to be cock to spare for a third hand. Seemed that the harder I got, the longer I got too. Up and down my hands flew, wet and noisy over my spit-laden shaft. Soon I was thrusting my hips back and forth, fucking both of my hands.

This was the first time I had masturbated only my penis, completely neglecting my pussy, and the delicious pressure that was building inside me was unlike anything I'd ever felt. It grew and grew, like a balloon swelling somewhere between my ass and cunt, but deep inside me. The core of my body burned. My dong throbbed, growing hotter and harder.

"Oh my...uhnn!"

I gasped and bent over, angling my cock down just in time for the first explosion of thick cum to erupt into the toilet. I jacked my hands up and down my bucking shaft furiously, unwittingly getting spunk on my upper hand. The addition of the slick feeling was amazing, and the new sensation seemed to rocket my climax up another level. Load after hot steamy load of spunk poured into the toilet.

Using the hand that wasn't covered in jizz, I braced myself on the tank of the toilet and hovered there, squeezing out the last of my load into the commode with an audible splash. Looking down at my flagging erection, I shook my head.

"What am I going to do with you?" I asked my dick.

I laughed at the absurdity of it.

"Go away," I told it.

And it did. I hadn't seen it happen before, but now I was paying attention. There was the same strange sucking sensation between my legs, and before my eyes, my limp dick drew back into my body, disappearing beneath my clit. Conveniently enough, I suppose, my labia served to scrape away the thick cum on the retreating penis too, though that did leave a mess of spunk on my pussy.

Cleaning up, I flushed the toilet, got dressed, washed my hands, and stepped out of the bathroom.

"Girls," Mom called from the living room. "I'm going to the store. Need anything?"

"No, mom," I replied, heading for my room, then paused. "Wait, yes!"

I bounced into the foyer where mom was waiting for me.

"What do you need, honey?"

"Um, could you pick me up some, well..." I stammered. My mom and I were pretty open with our sexuality. For example, she knew Sarah had gotten me a dildo, and I think Mom would rather me fuck a fake dick than a real one. Hell, I was pretty sure my mom knew what Sarah and I did for each other now and then. Lowering my voice, I leaned in and whispered. "Could you pick me up some lube?"

Mom leaned back and blinked wide eyes at me. Shit. Was she going to say no? She surprised me with a giggle. "Sure thing, baby."

Loving that she was so understanding, I gave her a hug and thanked her, seeing her out.

I jumped when Sarah came out of nowhere and slapped my ass.

"Let's jump in the pool!" she squealed, running out the patio door in her bright red bikini, towel over her shoulder.

I shook my head and laughed, went upstairs, changed into my blue bikini, and headed back downstairs. Sarah was already swimming laps. I was more concerned about getting a sunburn, pale skin and all, so I only swam for about ten minutes, then climbed out and watched her swim while I smeared lotion all over me.

Finished putting sunblock on my feet, I looked up to see Sarah stepping out of the pool. Her arms were up, hands behind her head, wringing out her hair. Her big beautiful chest was thrust out, and one of her legs was bent at the knee, standing on the toes of that foot. The very lower edge of the swells of her breasts shimmered wetly, barely contained by her top. Her hips were sharply defined too, and it occurred to me they made for perfect hand holds. Wow, she was gorgeous. I wished I only looked half that pretty.

"What?" she grinned, catching me ogling her body.

I shook my head. "Nothing. You're just really pretty."

Sarah slowly smiled at that, and if I wasn't mistaken, she blushed a little too.

Taking a seat beside me, she flicked her gaze at the bottle of lotion. "Do me?"

"Sure," I nodded and picked up the bottle.

I started at her feet, working my way up her ankles and shapely calves. Her thighs were firmly muscled but soft to the touch, more womanly than mine, I always thought. She untied her top as I neared her lush derriere. The sight of the sides of her full breasts made my mouth water. I straddle her thighs to work my way up her back, kneading the tension out of her muscles.

"Oh, that feels good," she cooed softly.

I smiled. To get to her shoulders, I had to lean over her. Fortunately, this gave me the excuse to practically lay down on her. Unfortunately, this was incredibly arousing, and I pulled back just before my cock slid out of my body.

"You okay back there?" Sarah asked and started to push up to look at me, but I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed her down. "Oof!"

"Just fine. Lay still," I told her.

"Okay, okay," she laughed and settled back down to get comfortable.

As I rubbed lotion into her arms, I moved up to straddle her lower back, twisting to and fro to reach her long lean arms. I was getting hard and harder. My bikini bottoms were strained to the point where it was getting uncomfortable. As I rubbed lotion into Sarah's armpits, the bottom of my palms brushed against the sides of her soft breasts. In response, my libido soared, and my erection popped free. I glanced down in shock to see over half of it sticking out of my bikini bottoms.

Shit!

Trying not to hurry, I finished applying lotion to Sarah, then threw myself face down on the lounger beside her. Sarah looked at me and smiled.

"Want me to get your back?"

I sighed. "Sure."

Sarah lotioned me up much as I had her, sitting on my thighs at first. Unfortunately, her weight pushed my cock down into the lounger, and the pressure on it felt so good that I groaned out loud.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" Sarah teased.

"Mmm-hm," I moaned, wishing I could tell her why.

Her fingers were magic against my skin, both soothing and riling, making my blood rush hotly, and apparently, most of it surged into my cock. It was throbbing almost painfully by the time she untied my top and worked the lotion into my sides, taking a generous amount of time at the sides of my breasts. With a soft chuckle, Sarah pushed her hands under my chest and fully cupped my tits. Her fingers pinched my nipples and my cock jerked so hard I thought it would punch right through the lounger.

"Oh gawd," I groaned.

Sarah laughed and withdrew her hands, moving back to lie down on her lounger. "You're such a horn dog."

I sighed, desperate for release, my dong pulsing and throbbing with every beat of my heart. I wanted so badly to run into the house and jerk off, but I had a feeling that as strangely as I'd been behaving this morning, Sarah would follow me and not let it go. So, I just lay there and bided my time. After nearly an hour, my aching cock finally softened and withdrew into my very wet pussy. After another hour of baking on our backs, we went for a long swim, then baked some more to dry off.

"Okay," I said breathlessly around noon, sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the lounger. "I'm heading in."

"K," Sarah said sleepily. "I'll be in a bit."

"K."

Upstairs, I took a quick but cool shower. I was so tired, not just physically from the sun, but mentally too, what with the magic dick situation and all. I flopped onto the bed and curled up on my side, falling fast asleep.



Strange Days Ch. 05



I woke up cuddled against a soft warm body. The scent of Sarah's hair gently pulled me out of whatever pleasant dream I'd been having. I couldn't remember much of it, except that it involved almost sticking my new dick in a pussy. Of course, I had no idea what it felt like to have my cock inside a girl. Maybe that's why I woke up right before the fun began.

No surprise here, but I woke up with a raging boner. I was spooned around Sarah, my bare breasts smooshed against her back, and my right arm was under her neck, tucked around her big boobs, my hand holding hers. More importantly, my hard cock was trapped between Sarah's warm thighs. I'd gone to sleep naked, having thought nothing of it, and apparently Sarah had joined me in a similar state.

I pushed up on my elbow to see her face, to see if she was sleeping. The motion tugged on my dick, and the friction of Sarah's soft flesh was wonderful, making me sigh. I slapped my hand over my mouth and froze.

Shit.

My dick was stuck between my best friend's thighs.

Double shit!

Very carefully, I moved my hips back. The sensation of my shaft sliding through her thighs was so good that I couldn't help myself. I thrust back in. I looked at Sarah's sleeping face. Dare I try it again?

Fuck it.

I thrust through her warm thighs again. It felt so good that I just kept on thrusting. Soon, I felt a warm slickness against my shaft and the heady aroma of arousal, only it wasn't just mine. Then it hit me.

Sarah's unprotected pussy was against my cock!

I stopped humping her legs long enough to gently take hold of her upper leg and pull it back, draping it over mine. This opened her up wide, letting my dick slide up her lower leg, the shaft now pressing firmly between her warm wet outer labia. Thrusting my hips, the lone hard line of my shaft pushed back and forth across her open twat. She was so warm, so wet. Good Lord, this was heavenly.

"Mmm," Sarah moaned.

I froze.

Her hand tightened over mine and I saw her smile. "I didn't know you got a new toy."

I didn't know what to say. For the most part, I just wanted to run and hide.

"Don't stop now, baby," she encouraged me.

Well, okay. Maybe she didn't mean for me to do what I did next, but I moved my hips, fit the drooling head of my cock at her opening, and pushed inside.

Warm. Wet. Tight. Oh gawd, so fucking tight.

"Oh my...Amy," Sarah gasped, arching her back. "Oh that...that feels..."

I pushed and pushed, spreading her open. She was so tight that I was afraid I was going to hurt her. For the first time in my life, I was on the outside looking in, so to speak, or to be more exact, I was inside of a girl, instead of a guy being inside of me. So, I just kept on pushing. On and on it went, her wonderful twat collapsing around the hard shaft behind the fat head of my cock.

"Amy that's...oh sweet jeezus!" Sarah shuddered when my dick was pushed as far inside her as could be in this position. She ground her ass against my pelvis. "Fuck me. Oh gawd, fuck me!"

I can't convey how relieved I was to hear her say that. Rolling us over, I lay on her back, pushed up onto my arms, and began sliding my thick cock in and out of her quivering body.

Sarah squealed, fisting the sheets near the headboard. The sounds she made were a mixture of pleasure and pain, and though I wanted to fuck her as hard as I could, I kept my pace steady but gentle. She felt so amazing, I had to tell her.

"You feel so good, Sarah," I breathed into her ear.

"Gawd, Amy, I-wait, what?" She started to sit up but my hips fell harder, driving my cock into her with more force. "Uhhn!"

"Too good, Sarah," I grit my teeth, struggling to prolong the moment, but it felt like her tight pussy was pulling me inside out. "Oh gawd, too good."

"Amy, I'm cumming!" she whimpered.

Something burst inside me, a climax unlike anything I had felt before. I rammed home into Sarah's body, surging deep inside of her for what felt like eternity, and the entire time, she was screaming into her pillow. When it was over, I collapsed beside her on my back.

"Oh. My. God." I gasped.

"Yeah," she mewled.

Something about her defeated tone made me laugh.

"Amy?" she said, face still buried in the sheets. "Did you just come inside me?"

Oh shit.

I sat bolt upright and hugged a pillow to my body, hiding the monstrous organ between my legs. Sarah sat up slowly, shaking a little, and sat beside me.

"That's not a strap-on, is it?" she asked.

I felt like crying. Sarah reached for the pillow.

"No!" I squealed.

"Come on, let me see!" Sarah yelled, grabbing the pillow to wrestle it away from me.

"No, Sarah!"

She jumped up in front of me and pulled on the pillow so hard that I came up off the bed. Both of us were off balance. Sarah fell flat on her ass, then I fell on top of her. That's when I realized the pillow was beside me on the floor, not between us. Before I could scramble away, I felt Sarah's hand on my pussy, but only my pussy.

Thank God!

"What the hell?" Sarah gasped. Sitting up, she knelt in front of me and looked down between my legs, then flicked her gaze up to me. "No way."

"What?" I asked innocently.

"That wasn't a strap-on."

"Of course it was," I scoffed.

"Fine," she stood up and put her hands on her hips. Her skin glistened with seat, and the way her chest and face were flushed, knowing I was the cause of that, that I'd just fucked, somehow it all made her even yummier. "Then let me see it."

I looked around and shrugged. "I probably lost it when I sat up so fast."

"Bullshit!" Sarah yelled, surprising me. She stabbed a finger in my direction. "You just fucked me, Amy. Do you hear me? You, you, just fucked me!"

"I'm sorry!" I yelled and stood up. "I didn't mean for it to get so carried away! I couldn't help myself!"

Sarah blinked at me.

I just went on and on. "You were so warm and so soft and you felt so good, and I was so horny and I just had to have you and ohmygawd..."

"Hey!" Sarah yelled, grabbing my shoulders. Her expression softened. "Do you think I'm mad because you fucked me?"

I hesitated, asked in a small voice. "Well, aren't you?"

She laughed. "No! I just wanna see what you fucked me with!"

"Amy, I didn't..." I started to lie, but she glared at me, so I gave up, took a deep breath, then sighed. Opening the drawer of my nightstand, I showed Sarah the statue of Freyja, complete with a giant phallus.

Her eyes widened at it, then me. "It worked?"

"I guess so," I shrugged.

"Sure felt like it worked to me," she laughed, then pointed between her legs. "There's the evidence, if you need it."

I glanced down to see a lot, and I mean a lot, of pearly-white cum leaking out of Sarah's swollen pussy.

"But wait," she said, blinking down at my crotch. "If you came in me, where are your balls?"

"Sarah!" I stomped my foot.

"What?" she asked innocently, leaving my room for the bathroom, where I followed her. "I mean, come on, you blew a huge load in me, Amy, so where did it all come from?"

"How should I know?" I squealed.

Sarah whirled around in the bathroom, grabbed my shoulders, then gave me a hard hot kiss. She drew away to look at me. "Calm. The hell. Down."

I nodded wordlessly and leaned against the doorframe as she started the shower. I couldn't keep her my eyes off of her mouth-watering ass, especially when it swayed from side to side. When Sarah bent over to adjust the water, I got a good look at her puffy labia, glistening from our earlier sexcapade. I remembered the way it felt to be inside her, so tight and warm, so perfect.

"Whoa!" Sarah jumped when she turned around, waving her hands. "Holy shit, Amy!"

Slowly, I followed her gaze. Sticking out from my groin was my cock, hard and eager. Hastily, I covered it with my hands and turned to leave the bathroom, but Sarah grabbed my arm and jerked me back in. The front of me smacked into the front of her and my hard throbbing dong was trapped between our stomachs.

Sarah told me firmly, "Don't you dare be ashamed of that, Amy."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I balked and stepped back to gesture at the obscenity sticking out of my body. "Look at it!"

Sarah put her hands on her hips and looked at my dick, smiled, then looked at me through hooded eyes. "Honey, I am looking at it."

I sighed and tried to leave again.

"Hold it," Sarah grabbed my arm and dragged me further into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet lid and pulled me to stand in front of her with her hands on my hips. "Let me get a good look at this."

After years of exploring every inch of each other's bodies, I'd grown quite comfortable being nude around Sarah, but now, with a cock in play, I wasn't so comfortable. I felt like a bashful little girl again. I tried to cover myself with my hands.

"Stop!" Sarah grabbed my wrists and pushed them behind me. She held my wrists with one hand and grabbed the base of my shaft with the other. The feel of her soft warm hand on my cock made be gasp. "Wow. It's really warm."

"Sarah..."

She ignored me and shook her head in wonder. Her hand moved up the thick shaft and wrapped around the fat head. With her thumb, she applied pressure and rubbed up the backside of my cockhead.

I sighed blissfully. "Oh my...Sarah, you..."

"Shush," she hissed. "You're distracting me."

I was in heaven as she played with my dick. Her other hand came around and began exploring my soaking wet labia.

"You still have a pussy," she said in wonder, then shook her head. "I don't get it."

"Get what?" I asked breathlessly.

She shrugged. "Well, you don't have testicles, so what did you shoot inside me?"

"I really don't know, but I can tell you that it doesn't taste like the usual thing."

Sarah grinned. "Amy, did you eat your own jizz?"

"It was an accident!" I cried.

She waved her hands. "Okay, okay. No big deal." Sarah grinned again. "How did it taste?"

I grinned back. "Kinda good, actually."

"Really?" she scrunched up her face playfully.

Sarah leaned forward to inspect my phallus, close enough that I could feel her warm breath on my shaft. My gaze was riveted to her luscious mouth, and I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have my cock in her mouth. At the thought, my dick throbbed, the big head swelled, and a glittering drop of precum oozed out of the tip.

"Oh," Sarah giggled, massaging the head again. The drop of precum grew larger, and when she steadily worked her hand just beneath the crown of my cock, it dribbled with a heavy flow of the stuff. "Wow, Amy," she sighed, rubbing her hand over the head and smoothing the slick fluid down my shaft, pumping it fairly vigorously. "Guess you're pretty worked up."

"Yeah," I gasped.

Sarah jacked my cock, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her hand felt so fucking good. My legs started to wobble and dump me forward, so I put my hand on her shoulder for support. Leaning over like that, the head of my dick was so close to her mouth that the heat of her breath was unbearable.

"This really is a beautiful dick, Amy," Sarah cooed.

Sarah just kept jacking me off, and the precum kept flowing. Soon she was pumping me with both hands, which were liberally coated with my slippery arousal.

"Sarah, I..." I gasped, the tight sensation in my belly growing. "I think...I think I'm gonna come."

"Oh yeah?" Something about the mischievous tone made me look at her. She smiled. "Then you're gonna love this."



Strange Days Ch. 06



Sarah closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and swallowed the end of my cock. I groaned as she moved her head back and forth. Her tongue was so soft and warm against the underside of my shaft, licking just beneath the sensitive crown. The sound of her sucking and slurping only added to the incredible sensations.

Opening her eyes wide, Sarah took me out of her mouth and stroked me hard and fast with both hands. "Wow, you do taste good."

Holy shit, that made me hot. "Sarah, I'm gonna..."

Sarah sucked me back into her mouth, licking and nibbling, pulling me deep until the end of me found the soft entrance of her throat. She drew me back out until only the head remained in her mouth. Her lower hand slid up and down my long shaft, while her other hand gripped me just beneath the fat head of my dick and twisted back and forth, thumb rubbing over that so sweet spot. In a way, it felt a lot like when she stimulated my g-spot with her fingers. Less intense, sure, but intense enough. I grabbed her head and blew a huge load into her mouth.

"Mmmm!" Sarah moaned around my jerking spurting cock with surprise, eyes opening wide.

I panted like a bitch in heat, watching her neck move as she swallowed the creamy load. Her eyes lazily drifted shut as I came in her mouth, her expression exquisite, as though she were drinking a fine wine.

My cock lurched again and again, harder and faster. Sarah's eyes flew open with surprise. Her cheeks bulged. Thick white cum dribbled out of the corners of her mouth. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt to climax in her mouth. My gaze was locked on her as she opened her mouth, releasing a flood of thick cum that spilled over her chin and down her body. A great thick rope of jizz blew out of the tip of my dick and into her open mouth.

"Oh my God!" Sarah laughed after swallowing.

Another shot of spunk hit her closed lips. Sarah jacked me off furiously and angled me down where I pasted her chest and neck with load after thick warm load.

"Jesus, Amy," she laughed again as my orgasm subsided, cock spitting feebly now. "You came like a fucking horse."

I chuckled, cheeks flushing with embarrassment, and looked down at her as she whiped her chin. Thick white spunk clung to her neck and chest, dripped from her stiff nipples. I noticed two things about her cum-covered visage. First, she was right, it was a lot of cum. Second, she looked fucking hot.

"You know, you're taking all of this pretty well," I commented.

Sarah stood up and shrugged, then wiped her hand up her stomach and chest, scooping up a shocking amount of cream into her palm. "I told you, the storekeeper said the statue had magical powers."

"Yeah, but...you believed her?"

She looked at my cock as she stepped into the shower, then grinned. "I do now."

I laughed. Sarah held out her hand.

"What?" I asked.

Not waiting for me, she leaned out of the shower and took my hand, pulling me with her. I raised an eyebrow.

"You made the mess, so you can clean it up," she bounced on her feet with her hands behind her back.

The shower was spraying on her back, so it hadn't rinsed away the thick layer of cum from her body. Shrugging, I picked up a mesh sponge and a bottle of body wash.

"Oh, wait," Sarah said, then covered my right breast with her cum-coated hand.

"What-?" I jumped.

She laughed. "I owed you for that, I think."

I narrowed my eyes at her. "Little bitch."

She giggled and raised an eyebrow, as though saying well, get to it.

Shaking my head, I guided her under the spray of water and rinsed her off. Mischief struck me. When I pulled her out of the spray, I pressed the front of my body to hers and reached around her. I took my time soaping her up, loving the feel of her body under my hands, against mine. My new penis had not gone away and I grew hard rather quickly. I felt the length of me rise with rigidity and my shaft was soon nestled comfortably between her legs, the contact making her giggle with surprise.

When she was lathered up from head to toe, I backed away slowly, letting my shaft rub through her warm wet slit. I grabbed the shaft and angled the end of my cock up into her warm cleft, sighing at the feel of her. Sarah grabbed my shoulders and her mouth fell open in a little O.

"You devious little shit," she teased.

Smiling, I rubbed the head of my cock over her clit, up and down, gently.

Sarah panted. "H-hey, you're...supposed to...to be cleaning me up."

I leaned in, our breasts touching, and whispered in her ear. "Nobody said I couldn't have any fun doing it. Now turn around."

Sarah rolled her eyes and turned her back to me. I turned both us around so that the spray of water was against my back, then proceeded to lather up her front from behind. Mischief struck again. I moved back, rubbed her ass crack until it was nice and soapy, then lay my cock between the slippery cheeks of her ass.

"You're nasty, girl," Sarah giggled.

I laughed and starting rubbing the soap into her belly and hips while pushing my cock up and down her ass crack, humping her warm rear end. When I reached her breasts, I got them nice and slippery and proceeded to fondle her openly, caressing the smooth orbs and pinching her nipples.

"Oh, that's nice," Sarah cooed, tipping forward and putting her hands on the shower wall for support.

God, she felt so good against my body, so warm and soft. Pulling her hair aside, I kissed and nibbled the back of her neck, snaking my hand back down to her hip. I nudged her feet apart with mine, grabbed a hold of my dong and lined it up, then slowly pushed into her body.

"Oh fuck," I groaned.

She was so warm and tight, so soft, clinging to my shaft.

"Amy," she hissed, pushing back against me.

Soon I was thrusting in and out of her, both hands on her hips, pulling her back as I thrust in. Sarah straightened up so that her back was against my chest and her head on my shoulder. She raised her hand and turned my face to kiss me. Her tongue in my mouth and my cock in her body felt so good it sent me over the edge. I began humping her urgently, my pelvis slapping against her lovely ass with every deep plunge.

"Gawd, Amy," she sighed, then laughed breathlessly. "I can't believe you're fucking me."

I smiled against her mouth. "I know."

Both of us were breathing harder. Sarah climaxed, pussy fluttering around me. I kept pounding her with my monster cock, trying to get deeper, to fill her up completely. My groin tightened with impending release. I changed my pace, shoving in hard and staying there for a second, then I would slowly pull out and slam back in. I was thrusting up into her with so much force that I had her standing on the tips of her toes before I would pull out.

"Amy, oh gawd...gonna cum."

"Me too," I breathed.

Sarah gasped and came again. I pushed in as deep as I could and blew my load into her heavenly cunt. I came and came and came, gushing into her until I felt my warm spunk oozing down between my legs to be washed away by the shower. When it was over, I held myself inside her and leaned forward on her back, bracing my hands on the wall beside hers.

"Wow, that was..." Sarah gasped. "Jeezus, Amy."

"Like that?" I giggled.

She laughed. "Just a little."

I kissed her back tenderly and drew out of her, but it felt so good that I pushed back in. My cock felt like steel in her depths. I couldn't help myself. In moments, I was fucking her furiously, the sound of our bodies slapping together loud and lewd, but so damn sexy. Sarah grabbed the back of my head and held me tight against her. I just couldn't get over how good it felt to be inside her, to feel her cunt clamping down on me, squeezing, sucking, to give her pleasure that only a man could, or should.

Sarah climaxed again and I poured another load into her.

"You're a monster!" she laughed loudly.

I was panting as I pulled my softening cock out of her. "I don't know what's coming over me, Sarah."

She turned around and leaned her shoulders against the shower wall.

"I've always been attracted to you," I told her, leaning against the other wall, under the spray of the shower. "But now, I can't look at you and not want to be inside you."

Sarah gave me a tired smile and waved her hand. "Hey, I'm not complaining." Her smile widened. "Yet."

I smiled back.

We finished showering a little while later. I was toweling my legs dry when Sarah put her hand on my shoulder, staring at my groin.

"Hey. Where did it go?"

I grinned. "It does that."

Sarah reached out and touched my mound with her fingers, the tips slipping just a little into my folds, making me jump. "Weird."

"Hey!" I yelped, eyes wide. "Do you mind? I don't go groping you like that."

Sarah pushed her hip out. "No, I guess you don't. Instead you fucked me when all I wanted was a shower."

I laughed. "Yeah, right."

Back in my room, Sarah and I put on our favorite silk robes. We'd exchanged Christmas presents three years ago. Oddly enough, we'd bought each other the exact same robes, only mine was black and hers was blue. We made ourselves a snack, crackers and cheese, and settled down in the living room to watch television. Sarah was sitting on the couch, and I was sitting on the floor between her legs, reclined against her. Now and then, I would lay a slice of cheese on a cracker and pass it over my shoulder to feed it to her.

Idly stroking her foot with my free hand, I passed her another cracker. She took a bite of it, and a moment later, took the rest from my hand, but her lips closed over my finger, suckling it softly.

I twisted to glance up at her over my shoulder. Sarah smiled warmly, eyes glittering with something I hadn't seen before. Rolling over onto my knees, I rose up and braced myself with my hands to either side her head on the back of the couch, leaned over her until she had to tilt her head up to look up at me. I kissed her softly on the mouth. She cooed, almost under her breath. I felt my cock slide out of me. Slipping my hand under her robe, I smoothed it up her soft skin, feeling every line of her body with my fingers until I found her big full breast, closing my hand around it. I grew hard in moments, the weight of my cock hanging out from my body hard to ignore.

"Amy, you're..." she breathed, but I cut her off.

"Shhh."

Untying her robe, I spread it open while deepening the kiss, licking the roof of her mouth with my tongue. Kissing my way across her jaw to her neck, I slipped my fingers into her soft folds, elated to find her wet.

"Amy, you're mom..."

"Isn't here," I said, pushing two fingers into her tight cunt.

"Uhhn," she sighed.

I trailed light kisses down her neck and over her collarbone, then the soft swell of her breast. I captured her swollen nipple in my mouth and curled my fingers, gently stroking her deep spot until her hips were bucking against my hand. I drew my fingers out of her and spread her arousal over my aching cock.

"She could..." Sarah started, but couldn't finish the sentence when I rubbed the drooling head of my dick up her warm cleft. "Uhhn...she could come home...any minute."

She was so wet that I slid easily through her moist folds, lodging myself at her opening. Hooking my arms behind her knees, I leaned forward, practically bending her in half until her knees were almost touching her shoulders.

I held myself poised above her, my cock almost pointed straight down, the head nestled just at the entrance of her sex. "She can get her own best friend to fuck."

Sarah laughed, but only briefly. She was too distracted by the fat cock I shoved inside her.

Her pussy was warm wet heaven, soft and oiled, accepting me easily, but resisting my size enough that it felt incredible spreading her open. There hadn't been much foreplay, so I had to work my hips up and down a few times to really get inside her, but with her pelvis tilted up, I fucked my cock into her further than before.

"Sarah, look," I breathed, holding myself at the end of an upstroke.

She followed my gaze. My shaft glistened wetly with her arousal to the root, the flared edge of my crown just visible above her widely stretched labia.

"Oh my gawd, Amy," she gasped.

Slowly, I lowered my hips. Both of us watched my big dong sink into her. Sarah's mouth opened wider as I let my weight push me into her body. Only when her smooth labia were kissing my pelvis did I take a breath.

"Jeezus," Sarah sighed, eyes fluttering shut. "You're so deep, baby."

Faster than before, I drew my cock out and pushed it back in. Fuck, it felt good. So warm, so tight.

Sarah licked her lips and looked at me, blue eyes glazed over, pleading. She was so beautiful, so incredibly alluring the way she gazed at me wantonly, begging me to fuck her. I wanted to kiss her so bad, but I couldn't do it in this position. So I did what I could. I pumped my cock in and out of her slippery heat, slow but deep, fucking into her until I felt the end of me reach the end of her.

"Sweet jeezus, I swear, I can feel you in my stomach," she groaned.

It was strange, but I felt an immense sense of pride, and I couldn't help but show it with a broad and no doubt arrogant grin. It didn't take long for the sounds she made to encourage me to increase the pace. When she came around me, I almost lost it, but managed to hold back my own cum for another couple of minutes.

"Inside or out?" I asked breathlessly, fucking her steadily.

"Wh-what?" she gasped, blinking up at me.

"Gonna come," I struggled to speak. "Inside or out?"

Her eyes widened. "Oh God, inside. Come inside me!"

I stopped fighting and gave one hard thrust, plunged into her body until my pelvis slapped into hers, and blew her full of warm cream, setting her off too. Somehow, Sarah managed to grab the sides of my ass. I ground my cock into her, spewing hot and hard. Her fingernails clawed at my clenched ass.

The look of her cumming beneath me was intoxicating, her eyes wide open, staring into mine. Before I knew it, I was fucking her again. Sarah grunted with every hard plunge of my cock into her tight body. Sweat dripped from my nose and chin to her face and throat, and her hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat. I wasn't a person anymore. I was hunger, need, lust. I was a cock pounding into my first pussy ever.

I tore my gaze from hers and watched myself driving in and out of her. My shaft was coated with a frothy mix of our fluids. Our bodies slapped together lewdly with every hard plunge.

"Amy, I...oh fuck me," Sarah wailed.

The tight feeling in my belly returned. I slammed into her and exploded deep in her cunt. When I felt my cream bathing my cock, I drew back, still cumming. Jizz swam around my shaft again. I drew back further, still spurting load after thick load. When my fat cockhead neared her opening, I held myself there, watching my shaft swell with every pulse of cum into my best friend, my lover, my first fuck with a dick.

"Ohmygawd," Sarah mumbled, her lolling from side to side, eyes closed.

"Sarah," I gasped.

Her eyes flew open. I flicked my gaze to where our bodies were joined, and when she looked between us, I thrust into her. Her mouth flew open as thick white cum gushed out of her stretched cunt, and when my body hit hers, it was with a loud splat. My spunk spattered up across her stomach and down our thighs. I drew out of her slow, watched as thick strands of jizz stretched out between her swollen labia and my groin. It was so lewd that had I seen it in a porno I probably would have been disgusted, but with Sarah, it only turned me on.

I pounded into her. Frothy cum flew, made a mess of us both. Sarah came again, and incredibly, I blasted her full of cum one more time.

"Holy shit, girl," Sarah gasped, then let loose a loud laugh. "Oh! My legs!"

Laughing too, I eased out of her and away, letting her legs down slowly. Sarah slapped a hand over her swollen pussy before my cum could gush out of her and make a mess. I knelt on the floor in front of her and slumped over her, my cheek on her cum spattered stomach. Curious, I turned my head and licked a glob of cum from her skin. The combination of my spunk and her sweaty flesh was pretty good.

Sarah slipped her fingers into my sweaty hair. "What the hell was that?"

"I don't know," I tiredly shook my head. Honestly, I really didn't. Sarah's body, her scent, her taste, everything about her had awoken something inside of me. Up until this morning, I'd appreciated Sarah's body as a lover because she was quite pretty, and she was my dear friend, and I loved her. But now, I wanted to fuck her, like I used to look at a sexy guy and want to fuck him too. It came down to me seeing the female form in a truly sexual light.

Something else occurred to me. "I think..." I hesitated. Sarah gave me a supportive look. "I think I might be gay."

Her deep belly laugh caught me off guard. She even crossed her arms over her stomach with the force of it.

"What?" I frowned.

"You, sweetie," Sarah said, slowly sitting up. She cupped my face in her hand and drew me in for a sweet kiss. "You fuck one girl and you're worried you might be gay."

I watched her get up and head for the bathroom, hand still covering her mound. As I stood up, I noticed the couch was a messy casualty of our romp. While Sarah cleaned herself up in the bathroom, I cleaned up the couch, then went to my room and tossed the sticky robe into the hamper. I passed Sarah on the way out to take a shower too.

She grinned at me. "Nice cock."

I laughed and shut the bathroom door.



Strange Days Ch. 07-08



Chapter 7

Mom got home shortly after we were presentable again. Sarah and I decided to go shopping at the mall, and we agreed to hang out for a girl's night when we got back. The mall was crazy busy, full of teenagers bouncing around in their energetic gaggles of friends.

"Hey, let's stop in at La Perla," Sarah suggested, tugging on my hand. "I need some new duds."

I followed her into our favorite lingerie store. "What for? It's not like you've got a guy to model it off to."

She shrugged. "You never know who might come along. Guys are supposed to keep a clean pair of underwear in their glove box, in case they're ever in a car accident. Girls are supposed to keep a new set of lingerie."

"In case we're in a car accident?" I frowned, not quite following.

Sarah grinned. "In case we accidentally find a guy to screw."

I laughed.

While Sarah headed for what I considered the naughtier side of the store, I browsed around for some no-frills underwear. I'm not against lacy stuff, but I had enough already, and what I really needed was some everyday-wear. There was a sale going on, so I picked up matching bras too. With an armful of stuff to try on, I went to find a changing room. Sarah caught sight of me and rushed over with a bundle of lace over her arm.

She frowned at my selections. "Girl, you need a healthy dose of feminine lace."

We found a large changing room available that had three mirrors at angles, so that you could really see what you were wearing. I glanced at her over my shoulder and made a face. "Sarah, I don't think feminine is my problem at the moment."

She laughed and set down her items, picking through them while I stripped. "What, are you thinking you need to pick up some jeans and flannel shirts?"

I slapped her ass, making her yelp and giggle.

I tried on the first set of lingerie, a simple light blue satin number, then the black set, which had a fringe of lace at the top of the bra and panties. I was stripping out of them when I caught a glimpse of Sarah, and it took my breath away. She was modeling a pure white lacy set in the mirror, demi-cup bra, barely-there panties, sheer stockings and a garter belt. The lingerie practically glowed against her smooth golden skin. Her dark hair was in a loose braid, trailing down her spine, revealing her lovely shoulders and smoothly muscled back. My gaze fell to her ass, so tight and round in the white panties that all but vanished in the crack of her ass, barely covering her womanhood.

Before I knew what I was doing, I had stepped close behind her. Her arms went up behind her head, fingers laced together at the back of her neck as she twisted her body to and fro, modeling in the mirror. Watching her made my mouth water and things low in my body got tight. My hands found her hips and she met my gaze, smiling. Sliding my hands up her sides, I stepped into her. My cock nestled into the warm crack of her ass. I hadn't even felt it come out.

"Naughty little girl, aren't you?" she teased.

I kissed her shoulder while smoothing my hands around to her stomach. Sarah closed her eyes and moved her hand to the back of my head, holding me against her, while her other hand found one of mine and pushed it lower. When I felt the trim of her panties on my fingertips, I slipped them under the fabric, delighting in the small patch of soft curls above her sex.

She sighed and said breathily, "Need to cop a quick feel, baby?"

"I have something else in mind," I breathed and pushed two fingers into her wet folds, making her groan.

I slid my other hand up her body to cup her bra-clad breasts. The cups were so low that I easily found her stiff nipple, tweaking it between thumb and finger.

"God, that feels good," Sarah moaned, her hand still over mine between her legs. She pushed, guided my fingers inside of her.

I nipped her ear. "I want you."

She giggled softly. "All yours, lover."

Hearing her call me her lover sent a shock rippling through my body. It released something inside of me, something I'd never known was there.

Fingering her boiling cunt, I shoved her panties down one hip, then the other, finally catching it with my foot and pushing it to the floor. When Sarah stepped out of them, I spread her legs and rubbed the end of my cock against her folds.

"God, yes," she sighed.

I pushed into her tight sheath, worked my way in after several thrusts. She was panting hard before I even bottomed out, but when I did, I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight against my nakedness.

"Ohhhh, you feel so good," she moaned.

I thrust slowly in and out of her.

Sarah turned her head to kiss my jaw. "So fucking hard."

"I love the way you feel," I told her.

"You too, baby."

I was thrusting harder now, lost in the feel of her tight clinging cunt, squeezing my shaft. She was so hot and wet that I moved in and out with ease. Sarah dug her nails into the back of my neck.

"Close," she gasped.

I slid my hand down her body and caressed her clit. "Come for me."

The effect was immediate.

"Uhhn!"

Sarah came on my cock, bathing my aching length with girl cum. I pounded into her, fighting to maintain a rhythm. Her wonderful pussy sucked and pulled on my thick dong.

"You gonna come?" she whimpered.

I groaned an affirmative.

Sarah pushed against my hips and withdrew her body from mine, turning around and falling to her knees.

"Then let's not make a mess," she said breathily.

Grabbing my cock with both hands, she closed her lips over the drooling head of my dick and jacked me off furiously. She got only a few strokes in before I poured my cream into her eager mouth. Sarah moaned with delight. I watched her throat work furiously to swallow my load, shaft pulsing outside her lips with every blast of thick cum. It seemed to take forever for my climax to subside. When she had sucked the last drop out of me, Sarah gazed into my eyes and slowly took me from her mouth, only to hold me against my stomach and lick a long line up my shaft with her tongue.

"God, Sarah," I moaned, legs shaking.

She smiled at me and licked her lips. When she leaned back, her gaze fell to my cock, where she paused to study it. "Interesting. You're not cut."

"Huh?" I blinked through an orgasmic haze.

"Well, you don't have any foreskin, but you aren't circumcised either," she said, running her fingers around my shaft just beneath the head. "Normally when a guy is circumcised, you can see the scar tissue, but you don't have that."

"Is that weird?" I asked.

She stood up and smiled, giving my flagging cock a squeeze. "Yeah, kind of, but it's also beautiful."

I smiled back and she kissed me sweetly. I could taste my cum on her lips and tongue. I had to draw away before I got hard again.

Sarah laughed. "Afraid you'll want more?"

I rolled my eyes and turned around to pick up another set of lingerie. "To say the least. I can't seem to get enough of you." 

She laughed again.

Chapter 8

We finished trying on our lingerie. When we went to the counter to make our purchases, we saw two of our friends there, Paula and Violet. We'd met them in junior high and had been good friends ever since then. Paula was built like me, tall and lean with dark hair, but her skin was ruddy brown, thanks to her Native American father. Violet was more like Marilyn Monroe, absolutely stacked, wide hips, soft body, milky white skin, bright red hair and a perfect hourglass figure. Her eyes were a pale shade of violet, more intense in color if the light hit them right, hence the nickname.

Both of them were quite pretty, but I found my gaze lingering on Violet. The only woman I had any sexual experience with was Sarah. Don't get me wrong, Sarah is beautiful, her body so tight and lean, but I wondered what Violet would feel like beneath me, so soft and full...and if her pussy was a tight as Sarah's.

I swallowed at the tight feeling growing in my belly, praying that my cock didn't take that moment to pop out and say hello.

"Hey guys!" Paula said cheerily.

She gave Sarah a hug, and Violet hugged me. Oh my God, she felt good. So soft, so much to hold on to. When she drew away, she gave me a funny look. Shit, had I just groped her? I hadn't thought I'd done anything like that. They change places and Paula hugged me next. Surprisingly, she was nice to hug too. Really nice. She felt tiny against me, and my stomach fluttered at the thought of overpowering her and fucking her into submission.

"What are you guys up to today?" Violet asked.

"Just shopping," I told them.

"Anything going on later?" Paula asked.

Sarah nodded and put her arm around my waist. "Girl's night with Amy and her mom." She gave me a meaningful look.

I glanced at the other girls. "Ya'll wanna come?"

"Sure!" Paula gushed.

Violet nodded, but she was looking at Sarah's arm around my waist. She glanced up at me and smiled knowingly, full glossy lips glistening. Man, I wondered how amazing those so-kissable lips would feel around my cock. Why was it that I thought of that before being worried that Violet suspected something was going on between Sarah and I?

Paula needed to pick up some swimwear and clothes for work, so we made our purchases and left La Perla to continue shopping. I couldn't seem to keep my hands off of Sarah. I was constantly touching her, either by standing really close to her, or resting my hand on her back, touching my fingers to her arm, whatever it took to maintain physical contact with her. At one point, while Violet and Paula were trying on bikinis, I went so far as to put my arm around Sarah's waist and tug her to my side. She looked at me at that.

"Can we talk for a second?" she asked.

Uh oh.

"Sure," I nodded.

Sarah took us a little ways away from the changing rooms and spoke quietly. "What's going on, Amy?"

"It's all the touching, isn't it?" I asked nervously. She nodded. "I'm sorry, I just...oh, I don't know." I gave a frustrated sigh.

"Hey," she stepped close and put her hands on my hips, looking deep into my eyes. "I don't mind the touching, but I'd like to know what the motivation is behind it."

I frowned.

Sarah smiled cutely. "Look, I'll be blunt." I braced myself for rejection before she continued, though what I was going to be rejected for, I wasn't exactly sure. "I like fucking you," she whispered, and I smiled widely at that. "If you're touching me 'cause you like fucking me too, that's okay. But if it's because of something more, something deeper, then..."

"Oh!" It finally dawned on me what she was worried about. "You're worried I'm falling for you."

"Exactly," she nodded. "Listen, I don't give a damn what anybody thinks about what we do. We're friends, and I love you, as a friend," she emphasized the last part. "Being bisexual doesn't bother me, and gay people don't bother me, but..." She chewed her lip for a moment. It was so adorable that I wanted to kiss her. "But I'm not sure if I'm okay with me being gay."

I blinked, confused. Where was she going with this?

Sarah ran her hand through her hair. "I mean, if I fall in love with you, that makes me gay, right?"

Good question. "I don't know, Sarah. I mean, if you did fall in love with me, but you still like sleeping with guys, then you would be bisexual, not gay, right?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "Go on."

"Well, this situation," I waved a hand between us. "Our situation, is kind of like that, isn't it? I mean, it's just you and me, but there is a dick involved, you know."

Sarah giggled and her expression lightened playfully. "Oh, most definitely."

I continued rationalizing this, and realized it was for both our benefit, not just hers. "So, in a way, I'm playing the role of both your guy and your girl."

Sarah looked deep into my eyes again. She sighed. "Yeah."

Something about her expression worried me. I got the feeling her emotions were really torn. "Sarah, what's this about?"

"I don't know," she looked away. When she continued, she still wasn't looking at me. I preferred to think it was because she was thinking things through, and not because she couldn't bear to see me. "It's just...I'm a little confused." Finally, she looked at me. "And I'm scared. I'm scared of how you might feel about me. I'm afraid of losing what we have, losing our friendship."

"I'm your friend, Sarah," I said gently, cupping her face in my hands, making her look at me. "Before anything else, I'm your friend, okay?"

Her eyes shimmered, but she smiled. "Thanks, Amy."

I nodded and let her go.

Sarah got a mischievous look to her eyes. "So, you know that Violet is bicurious, right?"

"I had a feeling," I told her. "Back at La Perla, I had my arm around your waist, and she noticed. There was something about the way she smiled, like it was from experience."

Sarah looked over her shoulder to make sure we were still alone, then nodded. "Exactly. But you don't know the half of it."

I knew Violet's reputation from school. She was known for getting around with the football team. Rumor was that if a guy scored a touchdown at a game, she would blow him, or fuck him. The blowing part was true, but not the fucking, at least not as far as I knew. Blowing the football team wasn't my cup of tea, but it didn't bother me. Violet was a fun gal. I liked her anyway.

"Is Paula bi?" I asked.

Sarah shook her head, then shrugged. "Not officially, but there are rumors among us girls about Violet."

"What kind of rumors?" I asked.

"Well, last year, Paula had this big date lined up with Brad. You know, the basketball captain? Anyway, she was really nervous about the evening, because she'd never had a real kiss before."

My eyes widened. "Seriously?"

Sarah sighed. "Yeah, her parents pretty much kept her locked away from boys for most of her life. Anyway, Paula told me, I told Violet, and Violet offered to show her how to kiss."

That wasn't shocking to me, mostly because Sarah and I had practiced kissing too. Hell, we still did, though it wasn't really practice anymore. Now we did it because we really liked how each other kissed. It felt good.

I shrugged. "What's the big deal about that? You and I did it."

Sarah grinned. "According to Paula, the kissing was so good that things got a little heated. Violet suggested they get themselves off, and Paula confessed that she had never masturbated."

I smiled from experience. "I see where this is going. Violet showed her how."

"Oh yeah," Sarah giggled. "Anyway, as far as I know, Violet is really good friends with some of the jocks. I talked to Violet's friend about this once -- you know Brad Wallace, right? -- anyway, you can't say a word about it," she paused until I gave my vow of silence. "Violet's actually gay, but her jock friends made up the story about her and them because she's not ready to come out of the closet so openly."

My eyebrows went up.

"There you guys are!" Paula gushed, approaching with Violet.

Violet gave me a long look, then asked, "Amy, you okay? You're a little flushed."

I fanned my face and lied. "Yeah, just dehydrated, I think."

Paula offered me a bottle of water she was carrying in her purse. Violet just gave me that knowing grin again.



Strange Days Ch. 09-11



Chapter 9

Finished with our shopping, we left the mall. We made plans for everyone to come to my house around seven for dinner. On the way back home, Sarah leaned towards me and pointed out my window.

"That's the store where I bought your idol."

On a whim, I made a quick left turn and parked.

"What are we doing?" Sarah asked, climbing out of the car.

"I'd like to talk to the shopkeeper," I told her, locking the car.

Sarah followed me inside. The place was dimly lit, but what I could see was a chaotic mess. It looked like an antique store, but there was no organization to it at all. Two customers, a man and woman hand-in-hand, where talking to who I presumed to be the shopkeeper. She was about my mom's age. She had long light brown hair that fell almost to her rear end in tight braids with silver beads. She was wearing a simple cream colored dress. No, it was a toga, I realized when she turned a little and revealed a bare shoulder. Her skin was golden, almost glowing with warmth. She wore plain leather sandals, and her fingers, wrists, arms and ankles were rife with glittering silver rings and bands of various designs, no two of which appeared to be the same. She flicked her gaze past the couple to us, and her eyes were an amazing bright blue. She shifted her feet, and I couldn't help but notice the curves of her body beneath the toga. The woman was beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, everything that defined the word 'feminine'. She looked like a goddess.

I noticed Sarah blush when the woman smiled at her.

"Come on," Sarah said, taking my elbow. "Wanna show you something."

I followed Sarah further into the store. When we passed the couple with the shopkeeper, I noticed the young woman was holding an idol too. I only got a glimpse of it, but it looked like a women similar to mine, but with her belly swollen from pregnancy.

"You saw the toga Helena was wearing?" Sarah asked.

I assumed Helena was the shopkeeper and nodded.

Sarah smiled. "Look at this one."

She drew out a garment from a rack. It was a toga too, but it was very sheer. I could see Sarah right through it.

"How do you think I'd look in it?" she asked.

My lips turned up in a slow smile as I imagined her in the gauzy toga. I replied softly, "Beautiful."

Sarah smiled widely and draped the toga over her arm. "Then I'm getting it."

I noticed the rack was full of similar togas. Sarah saw me looking and pulled another one with its hangar. "Helena said these are ceremonial."

"For what kind of ceremonies?" I asked.

Sarah shrugged. "What do I care? They're gorgeous."

I chuckled.

I heard the shop door close and looked up to see the shopkeeper coming over.

"Hello again, Sarah," she greeted her.

"Hi, Helena," Sarah smiled warmly and shook her hand.

Helena gave me a gentle smile. "This must be Amy."

I nodded and shook her hand. It was very soft and warm, like a grandmother, though she looked far too young for that. "Nice to meet you," I smiled.

Helena clasped her hands behind her back, and it pushed her chest out. Her full firm breasts were clearly outlined beneath the fabric of her toga, including her nipples. Strange that I noticed those kinds of things now. "How can I help you?"

I bit my lip, unsure of how to start. I gestured at Sarah. "Um, Sarah bought an idol from you recently."

Helena grinned at both of us. "Yes, I remember. A very powerful artifact."

"She gave it to me, as a gift," I told her.

"Did she now?" Helena's eyebrows went up and she grinned wider, looking at Sarah. "Well, that certainly explains the glow of supreme satisfaction."

Sarah smiled and blushed furiously.

"I take it you know what happened?" I asked.

Helena nodded. "I do."

"So how do I make it go away?"

She looked at me for a moment. "Do you want it to go away, Amy?"

I thought about it, chewing my lip, then shook my head. "Not permanently or forever, no." Helena smiled, but I continued. "But I can't have it just...popping out every time I get, you know, riled up."

Helena waved for us to follow her to the store's main counter. She offered tea and we accepted. "The answer is easy, but the solution isn't, I'm afraid."

I nodded for her to go on and sipped at my tea. Sarah scooted closer to me, her hip touching mine.

Helena looked at me. "You just have to control your urges, dear."

I scoffed. "Are you serious? That's not a solution."

Helena smiled. "It is a solution, but as I said, it is not an easy solution. It's the same for men, and it isn't easy for them either."

I laughed incredulously. "I can't have this thing appearing and disappearing all the time. If anything, my damn clothes can't accommodate it."

Helena raised an eyebrow and smiled mischievously. "My, my. That large?"

Sarah held her hands out, palms facing in. "Wall to wall."

I blushed and jerked her arms down. Helena laughed loudly. When I glared at her, she smiled sheepishly and put her hand over mine on the counter. "Listen, I know this is difficult, adjusting to the change within you, but you'll get the hang of it. Give yourself time to get to know your body and your new desires."

I sighed with frustration.

Helena arched an eyebrow. "Or, you can simply end this."

"End it?" Sarah asked cautiously.

Helena nodded and looked at me. "Will it away, and it shall be."

Sarah moved closer to me, pretty much hugging my side. "Do you want it to go away, baby?"

Hearing her ask me that, her voice so sweet, and even a little possessive, the way she called me 'baby', I knew my answer instantly, for now, at any rate. I looked at her and shook my head. "No, I don't want it to go away." I turned to Helena. "But it's not just...it. It's my desires too. I can barely look at Sarah without getting aroused, and when I do, I can't control myself."

Sarah giggled and hugged her arms tight around my waist. "That's the honest-to-God truth."

Helena smiled. "But you don't react this way to everyone?"

I thought about it. "Not as strongly, no."

"You're friends," Helena shrugged. "You're comfortable with each other. You were already intimate, if my instinct serves me," Both of us nodded and she continued. "You love each other. Isn't it natural that you would respond so strongly to the woman you love?"

I swallowed nervously. Yes, it was natural, I thought, but I wasn't sure I should say so out loud. Less than an hour ago, Sarah had expressed her fears about us, about not knowing how she felt about us yet.

"Baby?" Sarah asked, stroking my far hip with her hand.

I gave her an uncertain look.

Helena set her hand on mine again. "Honey, I didn't mean the forever or happily-ever-after kind of love. I was referring to a love that transcends all, the love of a friend, of family. It's a love that goes beyond every other, a love that forever love is built upon."

Sarah kissed my temple, nuzzled her nose into my hair.

"Yes," I whispered, turning my head to look at Sarah. "I do love her."

She smiled at me, eyes glittering with it.

"Then don't worry about it," Helena said, making a push-away gesture.

I nodded. "I guess you're right."

We talked a little while longer about the idol. Helena didn't actually know all there was to know about the idol, but she had many others of various deities, all of which were powerful, to varying degrees. I asked her how it was that she wasn't famous, selling magic statues and all, and Helena said that her customers cherished their gifts, and they respected her enough not to blab about them. Finished with our tea, we thanked Helena and started to leave.

"Oh, hold up," Sarah said, getting Helena's attention. "I have a question."

Helena nodded. "Go ahead."

Sarah touched her lips with her finger, then blurted out. "What is she shooting out when she comes?"

"Sarah!" I hissed, blushing furiously.

Helena laughed loudly. "How should I know?"

When Helena had settled down, Sarah asked. "I guess I'm asking if I need to worry about Amy getting me pregnant."

Helena smiled and shook her head. "No, honey. Amy is all woman."

"Cool," Sarah bounced on her feet and took my hand. "Let's go home and you can show me exactly how much hard woman you are."

I blushed again, but my tummy tightened at the thought. Helena laughed warmly as we left.

 

Chapter 10

On the way back home, I shook my head. "I can't believe you asked her that."

Sarah chuckled and patted my leg. "Hey, if you're going to be shooting that creamy goodness inside me, I'd like to know what it is, or more importantly, what it isn't."

"Creamy goodness?" I grinned.

"Oh yeah," she purred, sliding her hand over my thigh. "Definitely creamy goodness."

"Aren't you on the pill anyway?" I asked, trying to ignore her caressing hand, which was moving higher up my thigh, making my stomach tighten again.

"Naturally," Sarah said, then she shrugged. "But maybe you have super-sperm or something."

I laughed. "You're kidding, right?"

Sarah smiled up to her eyes. "You have a cock, Amy. I'm open to lots of possibilities right now."

I laughed again.

"Speaking of being open to ideas," Sarah said, releasing her seat belt.

"Hey, what are you...?" I started to ask, trying to watch the road, since traffic was kind of heavy. Suddenly, Sarah hiked up my skirt and pulled my panties away from my groin. "Sarah!"

"Mmmm," she purred between my legs, her breath warm against my bare mound. "Looks yummy."

I opened my mouth to protest, but her tongue licked up my slit. That tight feeling in my stomach intensified, almost unbearable, then abruptly released. My goddess-given cock had never come out of me while hard, and the feel of every hard inch of it sliding out of my body was incredible. It was like having a hard dick sliding out of my cunt, but far more intense, and freeing somehow. I felt the side of Sarah's head brush against my stomach and the bottom of my breasts as she rose up to give me room.

Sarah giggled. "Wow, you should see the way this thing pops out of you."

"I've seen it enough," I sighed, then spoke through my teeth. "Now get away from there and let me drive."

Sarah wrapped her hand around my cock and took me into her mouth, making me groan. Her warm wet tongue licked around the end of me. She smacked her lips while her hand slid up and down my shaft.

"God, you taste good," she breathed.

Sarah took me into her mouth again. She worked her hand on my shaft tightly, stroking my entire length, while slurping noisily on my crown.

"Sarah, I'm...trying to drive here!" I cried between breaths.

She took her mouth off me and spread her saliva over my shaft, jacking me off. "Don't you wanna come?"

Her hand was warm and familiar. My dick jumped in her grasp. "Sarah..."

She took me into her mouth. So warm. So soft. So wet. Her hand caressed my shaft while she fucked me with her mouth. Sarah took me out of her mouth again, stroked the back of my dick with her thumb, just beneath the flared tip.

"You wanna come in my mouth, right?" she asked huskily, licking the end of me with a quick swipe of her tongue. "That's what you want, to make me swallow all your thick creamy goo?"

"Jeezus, Sarah."

She gave me a quick suck. "You can, you know." She sucked me again, deeply. "You can put all that hot cum in my stomach, fill up my mouth with it." Sarah slid her lips down my shaft until the end of me touched the soft opening of her throat, then she drew back. "Come in your lover's mouth, Amy."

With that, Sarah slurped hard, fast, deep. My hips moved of their own accord, driving me deeper into her mouth, nudging the top of her throat. Sarah moaned around me, hand moving up and down my shaft, twisting back and forth. I fought to keep my hands on the steering wheel, when what I wanted to do was grab her hair and fuck her wonderful mouth. I couldn't take it anymore.

I held her head against me with one hand and groaned my release. Hot cum surged up my shaft and poured into her mouth. Sarah moaned, swallowed rapidly, flattened her tongue against the underside of my cock and let me fuck her mouth with short thrusts of my hips. Somehow, I managed to not get us killed in a car accident, but the distraction of having to drive severely diminished the intensity of my climax. Still felt good though.

Sarah took her time gently sucking and licking my dick as it softened. When she let it go, I felt it pull back into my body. If I hadn't been so shocked, I probably would have stayed hard. After all, the girl certainly knew how to give a blowjob. Sarah settled back into her seat and buckled in. She smacked her lips and looked at me.

"What do you think we should have for dinner?" she asked nonchalantly.

I laughed, eyes wide. "Are you fucking serious?"

"What?"

"Sarah!" I cried, laughing again. "You just blew me in a moving vehicle and you want to know what's for dinner?"

She shrugged, completely unfazed. "I'm hungry."

I narrowed my gaze at her. What I said next surprised me. "I should feed you my cock for dinner, maybe even all night."

Sarah bounced her eyebrows. "Promise?"

My eyes narrowed even further. At that point, I was considering agreeing to that promise, if only because the thought of claiming her mouth for my own pleasure was incredibly arousing, enough so that I felt my stomach tighten again. I tried to think of anything that was absolutely not arousing. An image of my grandfather naked did the trick. Here's to stumbling upon your grandparents skinny dipping in a lake under a full moon. Cheers.

"Hey, I have an idea," Sarah said conspiratorially, bouncing her eyebrows. "We should take Violet to Helena's, maybe get her a statue of her own."

I laughed. "Sarah, that's just..."

I was going to say ridiculous, but trailed off, suddenly wondering what it would be like for Violet. I also couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if Sarah had a cock too, to feel her sliding in and out of me. And oh my gawd! Would we be able to fuck each other at the same time?

"Amy? You okay?"

"Whu?" I blinked at Sarah. "Oh, sure. Mind wandered."

"Yeah? Where to?" she grinned knowingly. "Must have been somewhere nice, cause you're hard again."

"I don't-wait, what?"

Sarah pointed between my legs. Sure enough, I was hard again, tenting my skirt obscenely. I groaned with frustration and willed my penis to go away, which it did. Hey, I was getting the hang of this!

"Hey, good job!" Sarah gave me a genuine smile and patted my leg.

I smiled back.

"Hi girls!" mom called from the kitchen as we walked into the house. "How was the shopping?"

Sarah practically bounced into the kitchen with her bags in hand. "Linda, you just have to see what I got today."

Mom saw her holding the La Perla bags and grinned. "Oh, naughty wear?"

Sarah laughed. I only blushed furiously. Sarah took my mom's hand and pulled her out of the kitchen. "Come on, Linda. If you like what I found, I'll take you myself for a fitting."

I shook my head at them as they left me in the kitchen, smiling ear to ear. My mom was definitely a young soul. She may be in her early forties, but she still knew how to have fun like a teenager. Part of me was hoping Mom would really like the so-called naughty wear that Sarah got, so that Mom would get some of her own. She really needed to put herself out there and date, in my opinion.

"Oh, honey?" Mom called out from the living room. "Don't let the sauce burn, okay?"

"Got it, Mom!"

Setting my bags down on the kitchen table, I gave the marinara sauce a stir. There were carrots, green peppers and turnips on the cutting board for salad, so I finished slicing them up. A few minutes later, Mom and Sarah came back downstairs.

"I hope you don't mind," Sarah was saying. "But they weren't doing anything tonight, and I thought it would be fun for all of us girls to hang out."

"Not at all," Mom patted Sarah's back as they breezed into the kitchen. "I like Violet and Paula. We'll have enough food for everyone. You get more garlic bread ready." Sarah nodded and went for the refrigerator. Mom looked at me. "Honey, let's whip up some more sauce."

I nodded and helped Mom with the sauce while Sarah prepped the garlic bread.

"What time are they coming?" Mom asked some time later.

"Seven, I think," I told her.

Mom glanced at the clock, then back at us. "Oh, well it's almost time. You two go ahead and change into something more comfortable. I'll finish up here."

Sarah and I bounced out of the kitchen and headed upstairs. As I watched Sarah's tight ass sway back and forth, I realized I was really looking forward to a night with the girls. But there was something else I wanted first.

 

Chapter 11

In my bedroom, Sarah shimmied out of her tight jeans beside my bed, pushing her underwear down with them. Her back was to me, so she didn't know that I was already naked from the waist down, and my cock was sticking out from my body like a huge pipe. When Sarah stood back up I slipped in behind her and snaked my hands under her shirt to cup her soft breasts.

"Hey," she giggled, laying her hands over mine outside of her shirt. "What do you think you're doing?"

I pushed the long shaft of my cock between the tight cheeks of her ass. Sarah pulled her hair to the side, exposing her neck. I gave it a long lick and nibbled her ear. "Taking you."

"Oh yeah?" she giggled, reaching behind her to cup me in her hand. "What if I don't want to be taken?"

I wrapped my hand around hers and pushed my cock down between her legs, rubbing my shaft back and forth through her warm cleft. She was already a little wet. "You don't want this?"

Sarah sighed and her body gave a little shudder. "I don't know. It's tempting though."

With my cock nestled between her legs, I slid my hand around to her soft curls to gently stroke her folds with my fingertips. I felt Sarah's other hand slide against mine before she wrapped it around the head of my cock. Her hand quickly grew slippery. I looked over her shoulder to see clear arousal oozing steadily from my tip.

"Is there something you want to do with this?" she asked, fondling both the base of my shaft and the end of me at the same time.

I nibbled her ear again. "I wanna fuck you before the others get here."

Sarah turned her head to kiss me. "Then do it."

Putting my hand on her back between her shoulders, I pushed, bending her over until her upper body was on the bed. Sarah fell with a grunt, her arms stretched out above her head. She rose up on her tippy toes, presenting her lovely ass to me. I shuffled back, grabbed my cock and rubbed the drooling head up into her slippery cleft. She grunted when I pushed inside.

"Oh fuck," I hissed, feeling her soft walls clamp down on my dick.

"Jeezus, you're big," Sarah groaned, trying to move away from me. "Are you bigger now?"

I could barely breathe as inch after inch of my thick pole disappeared into her body. "I don't know. Maybe."

I worked my hips back and forth, slowly working deeper into her oily cunt.

"God, you're so deep already," Sarah gushed.

The sight of my cock glistening with her arousal, moving in and out of her tight pussy, was breathtaking. Her ass was so tight. The way her back curved and her hair spilled over one shoulder onto the bed was so pretty. I worked my hips faster, fucking her with over half of my cock, but I wanted more. I pushed in slowly but forcefully, shoving my cock deep into her body until I felt the end of her.

"Oh-ooohgawd!" Sarah came suddenly, surprising me with both of the speed and intensity of her climax. Her cunt sucked and pulled on my cock, and I almost came too, my belly tightening wonderfully. I didn't want this to be over too quickly, so I pulled out of her, her tight pussy making a sexy sucking sound. "Wh-where are you going?"




Strange Days Ch. 09-11



"Don't wanna come yet," I breathed, remembering some of the porn I'd seen online, most of the time with Sarah. The guys in porn had all kinds of methods to back themselves off from an early climax. Grabbing my cock, I slapped the long sticky length of it against her ass several times.

"Oh, that's nice," Sarah smiled, her cheek lying on the bed.

The feel of her tight ass against my slapping cock was wonderful, and it filled me with a sense of primal possession of her body. The moment the tight feeling in my belly waned, I shoved my dick back into her body. Sarah pushed herself up onto her arms with the sudden intrusion, groaning loudly. I slid a hand up her smooth back, tracing the line of her spine while fucking her slow and deep.

"Jeezus, Amy," Sarah moaned and shivered on my cock. "I think you're gonna ruin me for anyone else."

I chuckled and pushed deep into her body and held myself there. "Come here," I told her, bending over her back to wrap an arm around her chest. I stood back up, bringing her with me. Sarah raised her arms to hold my head, while my hands held her hips. I kept as much of my body pressed to hers and resumed pushing in and out of her heavenly cunt. The angle let me hit that spot inside of her with every stroke.

"Oh my-oh shit, that feels good," she moaned.

Her skin was so soft, body so warm, sex so tight and wet. "Too good, Sarah," I mumbled into her ear. "Too good."

Her fingers curled in my hair tightly. "Gonna come. Gonna come. Ohgawd."

Sarah came on my cock, her cunt sucking and pulling. I thrust in and out of her, my cock slashing through her wet folds, my stiff nipples rubbing against her back. I wrapped her in my arms and held her tightly, loving the feel of her climaxing body. That tight feeling in my belly returned with a sudden ferocity.

"Coming," I grunted into her ear.

I filled her with my thick cock, then my hot spunk, spilling long and hard into her body.

"Yesss," she hissed, pulling my hair and turning her head to kiss me. "Fill me up, baby."

When I felt my thick cum oozing down my thighs, I pushed her down onto the bed again and drew out of her. I held her down with one hand and stroked my cock with the other, blowing rope after thick rope of cream onto her back. I was amazed my how much was coming out of me as I laid ropes of cum from her shoulders to her ass.

Feeling my climax ebbing, I shoved my cock back inside of her. Sarah arched her back when I hit bottom. I held myself deep inside of her and let my orgasm finish in her cunt, and by the end of it, more of my spunk was leaking out of her. I collapsed over her back.

"Holy hell, Amy," Sarah breathed raggedly. "That was intense."

"Uh-huh," I mumbled, breathing in the scent of her sweaty skin.

"You felt huge, girl."

I mumbled again. "Uh-huh."

I breathed in her scent again. She smelled so amazing.

"I'm mean, I've never been so thoroughly...oh wow, that's nice," Sarah said as I turned my head to lick a line up the back of her neck. I softly kissed the sweaty skin of her neck, then further down to her back, making her coo.

"You smell so good," I whispered, licking her shoulder.

Sarah squirmed beneath me and her soaked sex clamped down on my shaft. I flexed a muscle I didn't know I had, making my dick twitch inside of her. It felt so good that I did it again, then slowly drew out of her and pushed back in.

"Hohgawd," Sarah groaned when I bottomed out. She turned her head to lay her cheek on the bedspread. "More?"

"Uh-huh," I breathed, pushing up with my arms. I stroked into her again, a little more firmly. Her heavenly cunt felt so good that I just couldn't bring myself to stop, and before I knew it, I was fucking her again. Slow, steady, deep, I thrust in and out, lost in the feel of her tight heat. I leaned down and nibbled her neck. "You're amazing, Sarah."

She laughed, which made me laugh too, but then I slammed my cock into her, careful not to hit her cervix too hard. Sarah pushed her face into the bedspread and gripped it furiously with both hands, screaming into the bed. I pounded her oily cunt with my raging cock. The room was filled with the scent of our sex, the vulgar sound of my dick slashing in and out of her wetly, my groin slapping against her tight ass. I couldn't get enough of her.

Drawing out half of my length, I grabbed her leg and made her roll onto her side, then slammed my cock back in. I thrust a few times, hard and fast, then turned her more, moving with her so that I had her lying on her back. Hooking my arms under both of her thighs, I put her legs over my shoulders, spread her legs wide, then shoved back into her body. Over and over I filled her tight heat with my turgid dick, my gaze riveted to where our bodies were joined, the glistening lips of her beautiful pussy stretched so tight around my thick shaft.

"Amy, I'm...ohmygawd...I'm gonna..."

I didn't let her finish, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed so that her ass was almost hanging over. Sarah grabbed my neck and curled her body up, kissing me hard. I pounded into her wet heat, fucked her furiously, relentlessly, desperate to come again. Sarah screamed into my mouth and came. I buried as much of me inside her as I could. My cream gushed into her, forced out of my body so powerfully that it almost hurt.

Sarah whimpered against my mouth, "So much cum...filling me up...gawd yes."

"Sarah!" I gasped.

My cock just kept on lurching in her body. I glanced down to see cum bubbling up around my fat root with every pulse into Sarah's cunt. My shaft would swell, spilling more creamy spunk into Sarah, then it would well up around my cock. A pool of thick white fluid was spreading beneath Sarah's ass, making a mess of the bed.

"Can't stop," I whimpered.

"It's okay," she sighed, pushing on my hips. She made me stand up while she sat on the edge of the bed. My dick popped out of her and blew a thick rope of cum from her navel to her forehead. Both of her hands took hold of my jerking length, stroking me as more cream blew all over her body. "I've got you baby."

I snaked a hand into her hair, and before I knew what I was doing, I'd pulled her mouth over the end of my spurting cock. Her soft lips slid down my shaft. The next spurt of cum made Sarah moan around my shaft, but after that, she was silent, too busy swallowing the jizz that was pumping into her mouth. After a while, my climax finally came to an end. Sarah sucked and slurped on me for a minute or two, and to my surprise, and relief, my dick finally started to soften.

"Wow," I breathed raggedly. Sarah tilted her chin up and gave me a coy look. My cock was soft, but still long and thick, shiny with her spit and both of our cum. Her hand held my length against her cheek, and the fat swollen head of my dick was nestled against her temple. To be honest, the sight of her there with my cock against her face was hot as hell. I shook my head, laughing softly. "You're a vixen, Sarah."

She chuckled and turned her head to kiss my shaft sweetly, then stood up. With her hand still holding my penis, she held my neck with the other and pressed her body against mine to kiss me. The kiss was soft, slow, gentle, our tongues occasionally playing in our mouths. It wasn't heated or lustful. It was sweet, affectionate. Her hand was stroking my length so gently, lovingly. Sarah broke the kiss to lean back and look down between us.

"Well, that confirms it," she said, and when I looked down at my penis, I gasped. "Honey, that's definitely bigger."

"Oh my gawd," I glanced at her and back at my cock. I wasn't erect, so Sarah was holding my length up against my body. The swollen shiny head was way past my navel now, at least a couple of inches longer than it was before. Though the shaft didn't look much thicker, the head seemed a little wider, more flared than before. I looked at Sarah again. "Yeah, definitely bigger."

Sarah let my penis fall and put her hands on my hips. She took a step back to look at it. "I wonder if that's permanent. The size, I mean."

"I'm a girl with a dick, Sarah. How should I know?"

She laughed at that and took my hand. "Come on. Let's get cleaned up before the girls get here."

I nodded in agreement. Grabbing a change of clothes and throwing on robes, we made our way down the hall to the bathroom. I admired Sarah's lovely body while we showered. I absolutely loved her body, the way the water beaded on her skin, cascaded down the contours of her lean muscles. My favorite image of her was when her arms were up as she worked shampoo into her hair, one knee slightly bent, her ass tight and spine bowed. It surprised me that I didn't get hard again, but my penis still didn't go away. It hung heavily between my legs. I realized that I actually felt sated for the first time since it appeared.

Finished with her hair, Sarah turned around and noticed me openly ogling her. She smiled, glanced down at my length, then she grinned. She moved close to me and put her hands on my hips. "I wanna try something, okay?"

I nodded but cocked an eyebrow, wondering what she was up to. Sarah kneeled in front of me and scooted forward, so that her knees were past my legs, and my feet were between hers. She craned her neck and leaned into me until the head of my penis was hanging over her open mouth. As she straightened back up, she took me into her warm wet mouth. A sigh escaped me.

Ohhh, her mouth felt good. Sarah closed her eyes, lips sliding further down my shaft. I felt the opening to her throat. She took my shaft in her hand and held me. I felt pressure on the end of me, Sarah pressing me to the back of her mouth. She took a deep breath through her nose and pushed her mouth down firmly, and I slipped into her throat.

"Oh my...Sarah," I gasped.

She gave a coughing gag and quickly took me out of her mouth to breathe. "Huh. Not as hard as I thought, but I think I need practice."

"At what?" I asked.

Her eyes glittered and she smiled. "Deepthroating, of course."

I laughed, but it was cut short when Sarah took me into her mouth again. Once more she carefully worked my cockhead into her throat, just a little deeper this time. Her throat was so tight, unbelievably tight. It felt incredible. Not better than her pussy, but different. Tighter, yes, not as soft. I think I liked her pussy better, but I could easily see myself coming down her throat like this. She held me there until she had to breathe again, when she extracted my dick from her throat and mouth and stood back up.

"Oh yeah," she smiled, moving us so that we exchanged places in the shower and I could wash my hair. "I'm definitely going to have to work at that."



Strange Days Ch. 12-14



Chapter 12

Back in my bedroom, we shucked our robes to get dressed. There was only one problem.

"Uh, Sarah?"

She looked at me, and since I was still naked from the waist down, wearing only a tight little tank top, she immediately noticed my problem. My penis hadn't yet withdrawn into my body.

"This isn't going away," I told her.

"Didn't Helena say you just had to will it to go away?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm doing that, but it's not working."

We looked at each other for a moment, then at the obscenely long and thick cock hanging between my legs, then back at each other.

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked, suddenly really nervous. If it was just me and Sarah hanging out, it would be fine. I wouldn't even care if I was sporting a major erection all night, but our friends were coming over. They'd be here any minute. I was breathing fast now, panicking a little. Sarah wasn't helping either. She was just admiring my dick. "Sarah, I'm kinda freaking out here!"

She bounced with surprise at the tone of my voice and held her hands up. "Okay," she nodded. I could see the gears turning behind her eyes and knew she had an idea. "Hold on." I watched her go to my dresser, look through my clothes, then she turned to me with a pair of my loose cotton house pants. "Here, put these on."

I frowned but did as she told me. It was strange. This was the first time I'd ever had to put on pants with a big penis hanging between my legs. I had to guide it down one of the legs of the cotton pants. Both of us took a look when I was done.

Sarah raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "Actually, it's not noticeable."

"Really?" I asked hopefully. I opened my closet to take a look in the full length mirror on the door. She was right. I mean, if I looked hard enough, and I knew what to look for, I could tell something was stuffed down the left leg of my pants, but otherwise, the pants did the job of hiding my apparently ever-present penis. "Oh, okay. I guess it works."

Sarah patted my ass affectionately. "Come on."

Downstairs, we were surprised to see that Violet and Paula were already here. They were in the kitchen with Mom, setting the table and serving plates of food. Paula had changed into a bright orange sundress that hugged her slender body nicely. It contrasted nicely with her dark skin. Her hair was pulled back into a tail. Violet was wearing a pair of jeans that looked painted on, they were so tight, along with a short baby tee that showed of her smooth back and soft stomach.

Wow. Both of them looked yummy. I got a hold of myself before I could picture them naked.

"Hey, guys!" Sarah gushed.

We greeted each other with girly squeals and hugs.

"Ya'll brought your swim suits, right?" Sarah asked.

Crap! Swimming? How was I supposed to pull that off? It's not like I had swimming pants or something. I caught Sarah's eye, mine wide with panic, but she just winked at me. Did she have a plan for this?

Paula nodded. "Violet has them in her purse."

"Cool. We can go for a dip later," Sarah beamed, then thought of something. "Did you bring anything to sleep in?"

Both of them blinked at us. Paula said, "Oh, I didn't realize you wanted us to stay over."

"That's okay," I told them. "I'm sure I've got something for you guys to wear."

Violet giggled. I realized there was absolutely nothing in my wardrobe that could accommodate her sexy curves. Mom came to the rescue, coming over to put her hand on Violet's shoulder, looking her up and down.

"We look about the same size," she told Violet.

She was right. I'd never realized how curvy my mom was, but then I'd never had the opportunity to compare her to someone I wanted to fuck before, like Violet.

Oh my God! I wanted to fuck Violet!

Violet turned to face my mom, putting her hands on Mom's hips. "Yeah, I think so," she nodded, smoothing her hands up Mom's sides, until her thumbs were touching the very bottom of my mother's breasts. Did she just cop a feel of my mom? "You're an E-cup, right?"

Mom laughed, taking hold of Violet's hands and giving them a squeeze before stepping away. "A big D-cup is more like it."

Violet shrugged. "Close enough."

Sarah slipped an arm around my waist and leaned close to whisper in my ear. "You okay?"

"Mm-hmm," I nodded.

She squeezed my waist and smiled before taking a seat at the table.

Dinner was really good, and all of us left the table before we could stuff ourselves full.

"Time for a swim?" Mom asked.

All of us nodded or replied an emphatic yes of some form.

Mom smiled. "Ya'll get changed. I'll clean this up and whip up a batch of Sangria."

"Wow, really?" Violet raised her eyebrows. All of us were surprised.

Mom shrugged and gave us a grin. "It's girl's night. Besides, I know you won't be going anywhere. Your almost old enough to drink anyway, and you'll be doing plenty of that in college soon enough."

"Cool. Thanks, Miss J.," Paula gushed.

"Call me Linda, sweetie," Mom smiled.

Paula nodded and Violet gave my mom a wide smile. "Thank you, Linda."

As we rose from the table, I was once again reminded of a slight swimming problem, namely the fat cockhead rubbing against my lower thigh.

"I'll help, Mom," I told her, trying to buy some time to figure out what I was going to do.

"That's okay. I'll take care of it," she tried to usher me out.

"No, really. Let me help."

Paula and Violet were already upstairs, but Sarah hesitated to leave. I gave her an encouraging nod, and she gave me one back before going upstairs too. As I helped Mom clean the kitchen, I gathered my willpower to me, chanting silently in my head 'go away, go away, go away'. Over the next couple of minutes, my penis drew back into my body. I breathed a huge sigh of relief, one that didn't go unnoticed by Mom. She stopped washing dishes to look at me. I kept drying plates and putting them in the cabinets, pretending nothing had happened.

"You okay, sweetie?" she asked, brushing a lock of hair out of my eye and tucking it behind my ear.

"Sure," I smiled.

Mom studied me for a moment, then she put her hand on my opposite hip to keep me close. She leaned in and whispered. "Is it Sarah?"

"What?" I blinked at her. What did she know? Had she heard us having sex? God knew we'd made enough noise, I'm sure.

"You can talk to me, honey. I won't judge. You know that."

I hesitated, stammering, "Wh-what do you wanna know?"

Mom shrugged. "Well, I know you two are best friends, and I know both of you are..." she waggled her hand, coming up with the right word, I guess. "...exploring yourselves, and each other."

Yeah, Mom knew Sarah and I messed around. I mean, I'd asked her to buy me lube, for crying out loud. Still, I blushed furiously.

Mom pushed her long hair over her shoulder. "I guess what I'm asking is if the two of you are, you know, together."

"Oh," I said quietly, relaxing a lot. Mom sure had a way of getting me to open up to her. She was so kind and understanding. I absolutely loved her for that, among many other wonderful things about her. "I-I don't know, really."

After a moment, she asked. "Do you still like boys?"

I stopped drying a dish and stared down at it, thinking it over. My first thought was Trevor. He was so handsome, and such a nice guy. Sure, the sex hadn't been good, but I still thought of him as yummy hotness. Besides, practice makes perfect, right?

"Yeah, I still like boys," I told her.

"It's okay if you don't, you know," she told me, patting my hip reassuringly.

"No, I do," I looked at her. "You know Trevor, right?"

"Of course," she chuckled, letting go of my hip so that she could return to washing dishes and handing them to me to dry. "You two practically ate mud pies together when you were little."

"When did that happen?" I balked. You'd think I'd remember eating mud pies with the boy of my dreams.

She laughed. "You were really little, honey. I'd be surprised if he remembered." Mom grinned at me. "You have a thing for Trevor?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Have you seen how hot he is these days?"

Mom laughed. "He's a little young for me, baby."

I bumped her hip with mine and grinned. "Yeah, but you're still a woman."

Mom chuckled. "Okay, yes, I've noticed what a fine young man he's become."

"Well, we kind of had sex."

Mom's eyes went wide and she stared at me.

"We totally used a condom," I told her hurriedly. "And I'm on the pill, of course."

It took a moment for my mom to fight off a wave of panic. She stood there and stared into the sink for a while.

"Mom, I'm kind of surprised by your reaction," I said honestly.

She nodded, still looking down at the sink. "Me too, I think."

I looked at her, waiting for her to go on.

"I guess it's because he's a boy, you know?" she said, finally looking at me, but the panic was gone. Concern was still in her eyes though. "It's just, with Sarah, I don't worry about what you two are doing. I'm a woman, and I remember what it was like to be a young girl, to be curious. Amongst us girls, it's just fun, exploration. But with boys, you can get yourself into trouble."

"I'm totally there, Mom," I nodded in agreement. I most definitely did not want to get pregnant this young.

As we were finishing up the dishes, Mom bumped my hip with hers. I looked at her. She was grinning ear to ear. "So, how was it?"

"Honestly?" I screwed up my face. "Kind of disappointing."

Mom chuckled. "Boys are like that at your age. They get better over time," she gave me an honest look. "Just be sure to tell them what you like and don't like though. They can't get better at satisfying you if you don't help them." Then she shrugged. "Well, most of them can't."

I narrowed my gaze. "What does that mean?"

Mom chuckled again. "Well, sometimes a man just knows how to please a woman."

Color me intrigued. "Oh, you totally have to spill it," I said, then a terrible thought occurred to me. "Oh God, unless you're talking about...in which case..."

Mom laughed loudly. "No. Not your father."

I breathed a dramatic sigh of relief and put my hand over my chest. "Oh, thank heaven. Do tell though!"

She smiled and winked. "That's a story for another time, I think."

I huffed and stamped my foot playfully. "Fine."

Mom laughed again and patted my behind. "Go have fun with your friends, honey."

"Aren't you swimming with us?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Maybe for a little bit. I'm not young anymore. Can't really hang with you girls, you know," she made air quotes with her fingers.

"Oh, I don't know," I grinned, then I leaned in and whispered. "I think Violet has the hots for you."

Mom turned her head to glance at me and whispered back. "I thought I was getting a vibe."

We shared a chuckle before she ushered me out of the kitchen.

Violet and Paula passed me on the way up the stairs.

"See you in a bit!" Paula gushed as they headed downstairs.

Up in my room, Sarah was tying her bikini top in place. It was a red number, like the tank top she'd been wearing the night before we'd had sex for the first time. Red just look so good on her.

"Here, let me help," I said, coming up behind Sarah to tie her top in place.

She gathered up her long dark hair to get it out of my way. "Thanks, baby."

I kissed her lovely neck. "Sure thing."

When her top was tied, I fished out my own bikini and stripped.

"Hey, look at that," Sarah said.

I glanced at her, wondering what she was referring to as she came over to me.

She gestured down. "No cock," she said, stepping up to me. I smiled, then gasped as she casually put her hands between my legs and rubbed two fingers up my slit, which was surprisingly damp, and I hadn't noticed. Sarah raised her fingers to her mouth and sucked then clean. "Mmm. Still taste good."

I laughed, and blushed. "I can't believe you!"

"What?" she said innocently. "I like your pussy. It's yummy."

I shook my head, laughing again. "God, Sarah."

"Oh, come on," she cooed, slipping up against my naked body and wrapping her arms around my waist. "You know you love having my tongue inside you."

I shivered. "Yeah, I do, but..." I agreed, pushing her back at arm's length. "I just got my thing to go away, so let's not bring it back. Okay?"

Sarah chuckled. "Fair enough. But..." she raised a finger.

"But what?" I narrowed my eyes at her.

She smiled widely. "I wanna try something later."

I had no idea what she had in mind, but by the gleam in her eyes, I had a very strong suspicion that I was going to like it.

 

Chapter 13

The girls and I swam and splashed around for a while, having fun, sharing gossip, giggling about the awkward boys at school. Mom joined us a little while later. Mom and Sarah were drifting about on rafts with Sangria in hand. Paula and Violet and I were sitting on the edge of the pool, sipping on our own yummy drinks, with me between them.

Paula was telling us about a guy she'd met when touring the college we'd be attending soon. She was totally planning on rocking his world. Paula was a pretty reserved gal, so the off-color phrase made me giggle. Paula got up to refill her glass.

I glanced at Violet beside me. She was smiling, showing her white even teeth. Her long red hair was pushed over her far shoulder. Her hands were on the edge of the pool beside her legs, and she was leaning forward. Her dark purple bikini was incredibly skimpy, and it looked fantastic on her. The bottoms were the kind that tied in little knots at the hips, easy to remove, I thought. Her big creamy breasts, even bigger than Sarah's, being a huge E-cup, threatened to explode out of her top. Violet's body wasn't as lean and muscular as Sarah's, rather it was soft, curvy. She wasn't heavy at all, just full-bodied.

Violet turned her head and caught me looking at her. With a little grin, she nudged my shoulder with hers and spoke quietly. "Are you staring at my tits?"

Of course I was. She had awesome tits. I was mortified though. "I was-I..."

"It's okay, you know," she chuckled. "I like it when a girl appreciates what I have to offer."

I laughed nervously, unable to stop from blushing. "Yeah, well, you have a lot to offer in that department."

Violet chuckled again, smiling at me for a moment before looking out at Sarah and Mom in the pool. "I'm coming out of the closet when I go to college."

I choked on my Sangria.

"You okay, honey?" Mom asked, hearing me coughing.

"Fine," I croaked, waving my hand. I leaned close to Violet when I could breathe again. She was trying not to laugh. "I can't believe you just told me that."

"Really?" she gave me a surprised look, then shrugged. "Well, I figured you'd understand, you know, what with you and Sarah and all that."

"I'm not gay," I whispered hurriedly, but managed not to sound defensive about it.

Violet shrugged. "Neither am I."

I shook my head. "But I thought..."

She waved a hand. "Oh, don't get me wrong. Guys don't do much for me," she said, then she leaned close to whisper. "But I still love a real cock now and then."

"Oh," I swallowed and smiled sheepishly. "Well, nothing wrong with being bicurious."

"Not at all, girlfriend," she bumped my shoulder again.

We sipped our Sangria for a while. I think all of us were feeling a nice little buzz by that point. Violet leaned in close, turning her upper body to face me. Her big boobs were nestled against my arm, so soft and warm.

"So, you and Sarah," she whispered, glancing past me to make sure Paula wasn't coming back yet.

"What about us?" I asked.

"Are you two, you know, a thing?"

I thought about it for a moment, looking out into the pool at my best friend, and lover. I smiled at Violet. "No, we're just friends..."

"...with benefits?" Violet finished for me.

"Something like that," I chuckled.

Violet giggled too.

After a moment, she asked. "I have to ask. Is she good?"

"Oh, yeah," I groaned softly, giving Violet the full weight of my heated gaze, feeling bold all of the sudden. I leaned in close until our noses were almost touching. "But I'm better."

When I leaned back, Violet stared at my mouth, then flicked her gaze up to mine and slowly smiled widely, crooking an eyebrow. "Dare you to prove it."

I matched her smile. "Drinking games are later."

"I'll hold you to that," she winked, then pushed off into the pool.

"Hold you to what?" Paula asked, sitting down beside me.

"A drinking game," I shrugged.

"Oh, fun!" she gushed, sipping at her drink.

I laughed and pushed off into the pool too. Violet swam over to me and took my hand, tugging me to the side of the pool away from the others.

"Hey," she pulled me close to her, practically hugging me. Her arms felt really good around my waist, and I swear her hands were intentionally grazing my butt. "Linda isn't seeing anyone, right?"

I leaned back in shock. "Violet, that's...!"

"Shh!" she hissed, then laughed, pulling me closer, like she was hugging me.

She was too. Her huge tits were so soft and warm. I couldn't help but wonder how they would feel against my naked skin. My belly tightened. Uh oh.

"That's my mom you're talking about," I told her, pushing her back a bit. I was also praying that my cock didn't choose that moment to roar to life. "Besides, she's like, over twenty years older than you."

"So," Violet shrugged. "I'm eighteen. Nothing illegal there."

I stared at her, trying to see if she was just messing with me. She wasn't. "Oh my God," I gasped. "You're serious."

"You want her to be happy, right?"

"I don't-well, yeah, of course, but..."

"It's you or her, Amy," she shrugged, smiling coyly.

"You can't-wait, what?" My eyes went wide.

"If I can't have her, I'll take you, I guess," her smile widened, seemingly pleased with herself.

"Violet!" I hissed.

She pulled me close to her again, putting her arms back around my slender waist. "Look, your mom is hot, and so are you. I'm so hard up I'd fuck a horse at this point." She stared at me for a moment. I just gaped at her, mouth hanging open. Violet's expression saddened a touch. "Amy, I like guys well enough, but it's the softer side of the sexes that I prefer. What you have with Sarah is..." She stopped to glance over at my friend and lover on the raft. "It's wonderful."

I got the feeling that this was all coming about because she was lonely, more so than because she was just horny. Violet was a nice girl, brazen and bold too, yeah, but I'd never known her to be cruel to anyone. She really must have been in a bad place.

Violet regarded me with a fragile little smile. "I know you're not gay, but just consider me as an occasional playmate, okay? Nothing wrong with a little fun, right?"

She seemed so vulnerable, so alone. It touched me, made me feel for her. Violet was certainly attractive. I mean, in that very moment, it was taking nearly the full measure of my will just to keep from getting too aroused by her lovely eyes, her soft warm body in the cool water, the smell of her skin, the feel of her huge breasts. Oh yeah, I'd definitely like to sink my newfound cock into Violet.

I glanced at Sarah. What would she think? Sarah had told me at the mall that she was a little scared of what was happening between the two of us. She didn't want to be gay, or more accurately, I don't think she wanted to be committed exclusively to a woman. She liked men, a lot, and she didn't want to lose that. To be honest, I didn't either.

Helena had allayed her fears by helping Sarah identify her relationship with me, being of two friends that love and trust each other, enjoy each other's bodies. From the moment we had left Helena's shop, Sarah had been bolder with me, more comfortable with cutting loose around me, sexually, I mean. She didn't seem at all troubled by how much she enjoyed fucking me.




Strange Days Ch. 12-14



So, in theory, Sarah wouldn't mind if I wanted to mess around with another girl, or even have sex with them, but we hadn't talked about it either. Looking back to Violet's glittering eyes, taking note of her full mouth, nervously biting her lower lip – wow, she looked so cute like that – I knew then that I wanted to consider what Violet was asking of me.

"Okay, Violet. I'll consider it," I told her. Violet smiled widely and practically pounced on me with a tight hug. "But I need to talk to Sarah, okay?" I said quickly. Violet leaned back, far enough this time that we were no longer touching, and she gave me a nod. "I don't know where we stand, and I don't want to hurt her."

Violet held up her hand. "Totally get it."

"Gosladams?" Mom asked out of nowhere, and I couldn't help but laugh.

All of us cheered loudly, and a little drunkenly. "Gosladams!"

So, with all of us in agreement, we got out of the pool, headed inside and slipped into comfortable pajamas in preparation of fully immersing ourselves in The Notebook, one of our favorite movies. Sarah and Paula and I came out of my room about the same time as Mom and Violet came out of my mother's room, and we followed them downstairs. I had a difficult time keeping my mouth from falling open. Violet was wearing one of my mother's black satin slips. It was short, barely hitting the tops of Violet's thighs, but was actually rather modest at the chest, showing only the barest hint of cleavage. Mom and Violet were the same height, but with Violet's huge tits, the slip rode higher than it would on my mother.

Paula had picked out one of my long satin gowns, a deep pinkish color, while Sarah had gone with the tried and true cotton robe with panties underneath, just like me. Mom was wearing her favorite cotton pajama pants and matching sleeveless pullover.

We were out of Sangria, so Violet and Sarah made us Texas Tea, the southern equivalent of the more popular Long Island variety, at least in this region. Sarah and Violet looked like they were wrapping up a private conversation as they joined us with a tray of drinks, and Sarah gave Violet a subtle nod of her head, as though saying go for it.

I had an idea of what that was about. Seemed that Violet beat me to the punch in regards to having a talk with Sarah.

With our drinks in hand, we settled in for the movie. Mom stretched out on the couch. Paula took the shorter loveseat, letting her long legs hang over the armrest. I got comfortable with the mountain of pillows on the floor, propping my back up against the couch; we'd gathered every last one we could find in the house while the drinks were being prepped. Sarah settled down beside me, propped up against the couch as well, whereas Violet stretched out on the floor opposite Sarah. She was lying on her side, head propped up in her hand.

We weren't twenty minutes into the movie when my mother's cell phone rang.

"Who would be calling at this hour?" she wondered aloud, getting up from the couch.

A glance at the clock showed it to be nearly eleven at night, so I silently agreed with her. Mom disappeared into the kitchen to answer her phone. She came back a minute later, heading upstairs at a fast pace.

"Girls, I have to go my sister's," she told us over her shoulder.

I hopped up to follow her. "What's wrong with Aunt Claire?"

Mom was naked in her room, picking her clothes from earlier in the day out of the laundry hamper. She was jerking her jeans up her legs.

"Mom, you forgot something."

She stopped with her jeans halfway up her thighs and looked at me, then down at herself.

"Oh my...right, panties," she nodded, tearing off her jeans and getting underwear from her dresser.

"Is Aunt Claire okay?" I asked nervously. Mom was obviously riled up about something. I knew my Aunt's marriage was on rocky ground these days.

"She and Bill had a fight," Mom told me, hastily getting dressed and searching for her car keys. "He said he was going to stay with his brother for a while and stormed out. Claire's a wreck. Dammit! Where are my keys?"

I found them on the floor and handed them to her.

"Thank you, baby," she kissed my cheek and took my hand, dragging me behind her downstairs. "I'm sorry, honey, but..."

"Mom, it's okay," I squeezed her hand.

She stopped at the front door and looked over my shoulder towards the living room, then at me. "Okay, but don't let them leave, alright? All of you have been drinking, and I couldn't bare anything happening to any of you."

"We aren't going anywhere," I assured her. "But Mom, I should point out that you've been drinking too."

"Crangrape juice," she shook her head, opening the door and stepping out.

My mouth fell open in mock surprise. "You big faker!"

She laughed and blew me a kiss from beside her car. "Love you, baby."

 

Chapter 14

After my mother left, I went back inside and locked up, then rejoined the others. The movie was on pause.

"Everything okay?" Sarah asked, meeting me halfway and taking my hand. Violet was sitting up against the couch now, and Paula was half up as well, both of them looking ready to go, if need be.

I nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. Aunt Claire and Uncle Bill had a big fight. He took off."

"Good for her," Sarah huffed.

I chuckled.

"Take it you don't like ol' Uncle Bill?" Violet grinned.

"Hell no," Sarah shook her head and shivered, heading into the kitchen with her empty glass.

Violet raised her eyebrows, and Paula asked, "Why?"

I answered for Sarah. "New Year's party last year," I explained, plopping back down in my spot on the floor. "Bill got wasted and caught Sarah coming out of the bathroom, with everyone else still outside by the pool."

"What did he do?" Violet asked as Sarah came back from the kitchen with a refilled Texas Tea.

"Bastard hit on me," she snorted, taking a big gulp of her drink. "Asked if I'd ever been with a real man."

Violet laughed, but Paula was shocked. "He did not!"

"Oh yes, he did," Sarah nodded. "Funny thing is, Amy here's five times the man he'll ever be."

The others laughed, but I cringed. It took me a moment to realize Sarah wasn't referring to my Goddess-given penis. Or was she?

Paula started the movie back up, but we couldn't really get into it. We were feeling far to giddy for such a sentimental chick flick.

"I'm bored," Sarah huffed.

"Ditto," Violet agreed and pushed up on her elbows, swaying her hips on the floor. "Let's play a game."

"What should we play?" Paula asked, sitting up too.

"Well, without any guys, spin the bottle is out," Sarah shrugged, then she smiled coyly at us. "Or is it?"

"I've got something in mind, and it's always fun, even with just girls playing," Violet grinned. We waited for her to continue. She cocked an eyebrow in challenge. "Truth or Dare?"

"Actually, that sounds great, but we need more people for that," Sarah said.

Violet looked around and nodded. "Yeah, you're right," she agreed, but then she perked up. "Oh, we could call Jackie and Brenda."

We went to school with both of them. I liked them well enough.

"Kind of late to get them over here," Paula pointed out.

"Yeah," Violet sighed.

I patted my legs. "Okay, let's make a plan." They looked at me. "Before we all go off to college, let's get together for a big girl's night. I'll see if Mom can stay with Aunt Claire or a friend, and we can run a truly epic game of Truth or Dare."

"Done!" Violet punched her fist in the air.

Sarah and Paula hooted their agreement.

"But in the meantime?" Sarah asked.

I smiled. "Grosse Point Blank?"

Everyone agreed on the movie, so we settled in to watch it. Once again, I sat at the foot of the couch, my back up against it. Sarah lay on my right, her cheek resting on my shoulder, and Violet lay on my left, her head on my stomach. Paula was stretched out on the couch behind us. A little ways into the movie, Sarah caught my eye. She glanced down at Violet. I followed her gaze and looked at the buxom red-haired girl too. She looked adorable there, right arm under me, around my waist, hugging the lower half of my body. I smiled at Sarah, nodding, as though to say yeah, totally cute.

Laying my hand on Violet's head, I combed my fingers through her hair. It was incredibly soft, silky. She gave a soft and happy coo, and her arm tightened around me. Sarah snuggled closer to me.

Paula shifted on the couch. "Aw, you guys look adorable."

Violet snorted and hugged herself tighter around me. Her fingers began stroking my right hip, then down to my butt. Her breath was warm against my groin. Her big soft breasts were nestled against my leg, and I could feel the warmth between her legs on my ankle.

"I feel so left out," Paula said, and when I craned my neck to look up at her, she was pouting playfully.

Giggling, I raised my arm above my head, welcoming her closer. Paula smiled and scooted down the couch, then slid closer to the edge so that my head could recline into her chest. Good Lord, she was warm. Paula was built a lot like me, her body tight and lean, breasts modest, but her warmth really did amaze me. She must run hot, like I do.

"I love how awkward he is in this part," Sarah chuckled as John Cusack visited Mini Driver at the radio station.

Violet mumbled in agreement and shifted on the floor, her left hand smoothing up my leg to lay her head on it, deliberately passing over the side of my groin along the way. I had to fight not to squirm under her gentle touch. Her pinky finger began stroking back and forth over the top of my mound. It felt really good.

Things tightened low in my body. I exerted my will, stay inside, stay inside. Thankfully, my cock obeyed. I was thus far victorious in maintaining my secret from Violet and Paula, but my belly tightened further with every passing moment.

Paula shifted again. She sniffed at my hair. "New shampoo, Amy?"

"No. Why?"

Sarah craned her neck to look at Paula.

"Something smells good," Paula said, tugging my hair aside so that she could smell my neck. "Body wash? Perfume?"

I shook my head.

"I noticed it too," Violet said, subtly shifting her hand beneath my pajama top, where the others couldn't see. Her fingers slid beneath the waistband of my bottoms, and the tips of her fingers smoothed over my mound. When she spoke again, I could tell she was smiling. "But I couldn't put my finger on it."

Sarah grinned knowingly. I guess the others were noticing something about me that Sarah had always known, and she was enjoying watching them discover it.

Paula moved so that her mouth was against my neck, just beneath my ear. She breathed in deep, then exhaled, making me shiver with delight. "You smell like soap and powder, but musky too."

"Like a guy," Violet added.

"Yeah," Paula said, taking another deep breath at my neck while her hand slid up the other side of my face, keeping me still so she could smell me. "Just like a guy. It's really nice." Paula took another breath and let it out, and at the same time, Violet's hand pushed further into my bottoms. Her fingertips were almost touching the top of my now damp cleft. The combined attention of the girls made me shiver again. Paula chuckled softly. "You like that, huh?"

"Her neck is really sensitive," Sarah told her.

"I can see that," Paula chuckled again, then to my surprise, she kissed my neck, her lips warm, soft, and wet. "Want to hear a secret, Amy?"

"Sure," I breathed.

She kissed me lower on my neck and said softly, "Violet showed me how to kiss last year."

Violet cooed in my lap, two of her fingers sliding down to find my swollen labia, just barely caressing. "Always happy to help the ladies learn."

"Yeah, you do," Paula sighed, her hand caressing my opposite cheek. Both girls touching me was driving me crazy. My stomach tightened painfully, the huge cock inside of me wanting to be free, but there was no way I was going to let it out. Paula breathed, "Wanna see?"

I should have said no. I should have said I'd take her word for it. I should have said or done anything to stay out of trouble, but what I said was, "Sure."

With that, Paula turned my head slowly, her mouth sliding against my jaw as she did so. Her lips found mine, and they were so soft, so warm. She kissed me. It was gentle, exploratory, but there was a firmness to the way she kissed that told me she'd wanted to do this for a while, a kind of quiet desperation. Her mouth fully closed over mine. Her lips were wet, like she'd licked them just before kissing me. It felt so good that my lips parted. Paula tested my parted lips with her tongue, and when I didn't close my mouth, she pushed it inside. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, licked my tongue, then withdrew so that she could close her lips with a soft smack.

"Mmm," I moaned softly.

Paula smiled briefly, then licked my lips again, once more pushing her tongue into my mouth, only to slip it out and close her lips again. It was incredibly arousing, the way she teased my mouth with her tongue, leaving me wanting more. My stomach tightened so hard and painfully that I grunted. Paula mistook it for raw arousal. She kissed me hard and deep, licking the roof of my mouth, hand firmly holding my face. Violet took that moment to slip two fingers down my cleft to explore my soaking wet folds. I felt the weight of her head against the dick in my body and thrust my hips. It was odd, humping my hidden cock against the side of her face, but gawd it felt good.

"Is this okay?" Paula asked softly.

Was it?

I loved the way her mouth felt on mine, the way her tongue licked mine when it would plunge deep between my lips. She kissed me again, tongue pushing deep in my mouth, until she practically licked the entrance of my throat. Was I the only girl on Earth with a normal tongue? Gawd, hers was long! I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel licking at my nether lips, plunging inside me. Would it be like Sarah's?

Yeah, it was okay, I decided, but if my dong chose to pop out against my will, it would definitely not be okay.

"Gawd, I love your mouth," Paula breathed before resuming our deep kiss.

I loved her mouth too, but more importantly, I wanted to feel it on my dick. I wanted to fuck the heavenly wet heat of her mouth until I poured my cum down her throat.

"I love the rest of her," Violet said, brazenly pushing my top up so that she could kiss low on my stomach.

Sarah leaned in to kiss behind my ear, opposite Paula. "I love every inch of her."

Paula curled her hand until her nails dug into my cheek. She kissed me hard, all tongue and teeth. Violet plunged two fingers inside of me, and I was so tight that it made me cry out into Paula's mouth. This wasn't like with Trevor at all. Violet's fingers felt positively massive inside of me, whereas Trevor had felt rather...well, he'd felt good, but this...this was a-fucking-mazing!

The rational, clinical part of my mind took over. I realized then that I hadn't had anything inside of me since I'd been blessed with a penis. It kind of made sense that I would be tighter now, since there was a huge dong up inside my body, and given its size, it would take up a lot of room. I wondered if sex with Trevor would feel even better now.

Hey, look at that. I still like guys. Heh-heh.

And with that thought process completed, sensation roared back in a wave of fire, Violet's probing fingers stroking my deep spot, her thumb rubbing my swollen clit, Sarah's mouth trailing kisses down my jaw and her hand cupping my breast, pinching my nipple, and Paula's tongue plunging deep in my mouth, claiming my lips with surprising ferocity. My stomach tightened so hard that it nearly curled me up into a ball, and I could feel my penis trying to push its way out of my body.

"Oh my gawd," I broke from Paula's kiss and laughed breathlessly, trying to hide the desperation welling within me. "I need to pee!"

Violet kissed my stomach and slid her fingers out of me, and everyone let me up. Unfortunately, bending over to stand up seemed to make the journey of my rising cock easier, as it began to push out of me. I ran for the stairs, dick sliding out of my sopping wet cunt. It felt massive, impossibly thick, the hard shaft rubbing against my clit as it came out. I stumbled half-way up the stairs, falling to my knees.

"Uhhnn!" I groaned, feeling on the verge of a deep vaginal climax, an odd situation since my cock was throbbing with the urge to spill my seed. It seemed my impending cum was focused on my cunt.

"You okay up there?" Violet called out, laughing.

"Yes!" I lurched to me feet, hobbled down the hallway to the bathroom.

My pajama bottoms tented obscenely in front of me, getting tighter by the second. A huge wet spot was spreading where the tip of my cock was pushed against the thin fabric. I slammed the bathroom door shut behind me and shoved my bottoms down my legs. My freed cock rebounded and slapped hard against me, the fat head thudding between my breasts.

Holy shit!

I gaped in awe at the monster between my legs. The throbbing rod was as thick as my wrist, the head wide and swollen. Clear goop oozed out of the big slit at the top, dribbling down my shaft along the thick angry veins pumping huge quantities of blood to keep me hard.

I ripped off my top and threw it to the floor. If the thickness of the monster wasn't intimidating enough, the length with positively fearsome. The huge pulsating head was literally pressed between my modest tits, leaking arousal all over my chest.

Shuffling to the toilet, I grabbed my hot shaft, tried to bend it down so that I could wack off into the commode, but it wouldn't budge. My cock was so hard it refused to bend away from me more than a few inches. In desperation, I flung the shower curtain wide and hobbled into the tub, knowing I was going to make an absolute mess when I came.

As I made to sit down in the tub, the slimy head of my dick punched me in the cheek, and before I knew what I was doing, I opened my mouth wide and sucked the huge head between my lips.

Oh. My. God.

I licked the drooling head of my cock and was instantly lost in the taste of my arousal, the texture of it on my tongue, the heady flavor. I remained standing and let saliva and precum ooze down my length, wrapped both hands around the angry swollen shaft, and pumped my hands up and down. My cock lurched powerfully. I closed my mouth over the end, bent my back and neck, and drove the pulsing hot head of my dick against the opening of my throat. I needed to come so bad, I would have done anything, and I did.

Jacking my length with one hand, I reached down and plunged two fingers into my throbbing cunt. My insides collapsed around the invading digit. I drove my mouth down the thick shaft, shoved the head of my cock just inside my throat. Hot cum roared up and into my throat, too much to swallow at once, and filling my mouth with a single surge. Thick cream gushed out from my tightly stretched lips, poured down my cock and groin, thoroughly coating me in cum as blast after blast of spunk rocketed into my mouth.

I cried out around the huge cock in my mouth, stroked my hand up my surging shaft, worked my fingers in and out of my climaxing hole. I came with both cock and cunt until it was too much. Collapsing on my back, my dick rocketed thick ropes of semen all over my face as I wrapped both arms around the heaving dong, trapping it against my chest and squeezing my modest breasts around the end of it. I pumped my hips, fucking my arms and chest, spilling so much cum over my face that I had no choice but to turn my head or drown in my own spunk.

As the intensity of my cum began to lessen, I drifted in a haze, lazily stroking my still spurting shaft with one hand and the swollen lips of my cunny with the other. Every second or so, my dick would give a long drawn out pulse, pouring a gush of thick white cream onto my chest, spilling over my breast and into the tub.




Strange Days Ch. 12-14



"Oh...my...gawd," I sighed, then laughed out loud. Every heave of laughter rubbed my slowly deflating girl-cock against my chest, sending tingles up and down my spine.

Pushing up onto my elbows, I gazed down at the semi-flaccid monster emanating from between my legs, the wide head still oozing thick white cream between my breasts. I shook my head in wonder.

I couldn't believe I'd just sucked myself off.



Strange Days Ch. 15-17



Chapter 15

Pushing up on one elbow, I wrapped my free hand around the fat shaft of my cock, just beneath the head. Experimentally, I lifted the huge schlong. It was surprisingly weighty. Looking around, the bath tub was a complete mess, not to mention me. Thick cum coated the tiled wall behind my head, the back of the tub. I was practically lying in a slowly draining puddle of rich creamy seed, and my entire upper body, including my face, was thickly glazed with the stuff. I'd only ever seen so much come in hentai flicks. It was obscene, laughable, and unexpectedly arousing. There was also the fact that I was giddily proud of myself.

When I was done marveling at the cumtastrophe of the tub -- see what I did there? -- my gaze was drawn back to my cock. It's length hadn't changed at all, and the shaft was only slightly less wide now. Like a beloved pet, I caressed the hot spongy dick lying heavily against me, and once again hefted it in my hand. Barely able to recall the taste of my cum during the or-apocalyptic-gasm, I bent my spine and took the spongy cockhead between my lips, running the flat of my tongue over the tip, then through the big cumslit at the very top. Thick cream gushed into my mouth, and it occurred to me that the volume was about as much as a normal guy would produce in a single orgasmic pulse.

I savored the creamy texture, the musky flavor, letting it glide down my tongue and into my throat. Holy shit, I tasted good. I just lay there in the tub in a haze again, lazily slurping on the end of my drooling cock, swallowing down the remnants of a truly monstrous cum.

A loud knock at the door startled me, making me yelp.

"Amy? You okay in there?" Sarah asked.

Violet called out too. "You need a hand?" She asked, chuckling at the end.

"Or a mouth?" Paula added.

I couldn't help it, I laughed too.

"Just a minute," I told them and sat up to turn on the water.

My cock was laying heavily over my hip, almost curling back on itself against the side of the tub, the bloated head on my left thigh, nestled between my legs. I really needed it to go away, and for a moment, I was afraid of something that big trying to find space in my body. Then I got an idea.

Before the water could get warm, I diverted it to the shower head. Frigid water cascaded over me, making me take a sharp breath at the sudden cold. I watched as my dong rapidly deflated before my eyes, shortening and thinning into something much less monstrous. Over the space of a few seconds, my penis eventually withdrew, sucked back up into my body, making me shiver with delight as every inch of the retreating length put pressure under my clit. When the wide head finally popped inside, I actually had a tiny cum.

I sat there shivering until the water warmed, then stood up. Just as I finished rinsing the pearly white cum from the tub and wall, the bathroom door swung open. I returned the shower head to the cradle and stepped under the spray, quickly rinsing the remnants of thick jizz from my hair and body.

The shower curtain flew open, revealing all three girls standing there.

Violet pouted. "Aw, did you diddle yourself without us?"

"Sorry," I chuckled and shrugged. "Couldn't help it."

"You're no fun," she playfully huffed and left the bathroom.

"Don't worry, Violet," I called after her. "I'll get even with you." Then I looked at Sarah and Paula. "All of you, actually."

Paula smiled and bounced her eyebrows, and Sarah flashed a wide grin.

"Promise?" Paula teased, biting her lower lip cutely.

I gave her the full weight of my heated gaze. "Absolutely."

She shivered. "Yummy."

Paula left too, leaving Sarah alone with me, who shut the door behind our friend. She came back over and leaned in close to ask quietly, "Did you just jerk off?"

"I had to, you minx!" I playfully slapped her arm. "You guys were driving me crazy!"

I told her what happened, every detail of sucking on the monstrous dong until I bathed in my own spunk.

"No way!" Sarah squealed, eyes wide, then she grinned again. "I'd like to see that."

"Maybe later," I laughed.

Sarah let me finish cleaning up. She handed me a towel and moved back to let me step out and dry off, then she leaned against wall in thought.

"So did you really like that? Us messing with you, I mean."

I groaned. "God, yes. It was so fucking hot."

Sarah chuckled. "Next time, you should let our friend out to join the fun."

I bent over to rub the towel down my legs. "I almost did. That's why I ran off."

"You should have just let it happen," she shrugged.

"No way," I shook my head, straightening up to dry my hair. I noticed Sarah ogling my body as I did so. "The last thing I want to do is freak them out. What if they told someone?"

Sarah clucked her tongue. "Honey, if they knew only half of what I do about how awesome it is to be fucked by you, they'd jump at the chance. Trust me."

"I don't know," I frowned. It was a lovely thought, but man, was it ever risky. "It could be great, or it could go terribly wrong."

Sarah reached out to give my arm an affectionate squeeze. "Nah. They're your friends, Amy. They wouldn't do that to you." She chewed her bottom lip for a second. "I think I know how we can prep them for the big reveal, so to speak."

"How?" I narrowed my gaze, wrapping the towel around my chest.

Sarah shrugged. "I can show them your birthday present, explain the story behind the statue. That way, when they see what you're hiding, they'll know where it came from."

I nodded. "Actually, that might work." Then I shook my head in doubt. "I don't know. It's such a big risk."

"We love you, baby," Sarah said, slipping her arms around my slender waist, pulling me close to her. "Do you want to hide forever? From everyone but me? That would be awful, wouldn't it?"

I slowly nodded, feeling a heavy weight in my heart. "Yeah, that would suck."

"Then let me help you," she said, kissing me sweetly. "Let me help them accept you."

After a long moment of thought, I finally agreed. "Okay. I'm in."

"Great!" Sarah bounced away to the door. "I'll get them ready." She glanced down at my pajamas on the floor, taking note of the big wet spot on the front of my bottoms, then she grinned. "Go get dressed, pants again, and meet me downstairs."

I nodded and headed off to my room. By the time I was clothed again, wearing pajama pants, as Sarah suggested, I was so nervous that my stomach was churning. I sat down on my bed to gather my courage, breathing slow and deep.

"I can do this," I chanted to myself softly, over and over. Then I chanted, "They won't freak out. They won't freak out."

Opening the drawer to my nightstand, I saw the statue of Freyja was gone. Sarah had already taken it downstairs. After a couple of minutes, I had enough courage to get up and make my way down to the living room, pinning up my damp hair in a messy bun. As I neared the living room and entered, I heard Sarah already explaining the statue.

"...Freyja, a fertility goddess. She blessed women with fertility and healthy childbirth. She was also big on their independence, in a way."

"Why does it have a big cock?" Paula asked, making Sarah and Violet chuckle.

"The statue has the power to grant it's owner a single wish," Sarah explained as I walked quietly into the living room to find them sitting on the floor in a circle, with a spot open between Sarah and Violet for me. "It reflects the wish that's been granted."

"That is such bullshit," Violet laughed.

Then they saw me. I stood there, fidgeting with my hands in front of me. I was so nervous that my blood was roaring in my head, and I was getting lightheaded. Paula turned a smile towards me, and Violet looked at me too, still laughing. Whatever she saw on my face made her laughter fade. Violet and Paula stared at me, but it was Violet who spoke first, a look of shock and wonder painted across her face.

"No way," she said quietly.

Sarah turned at the waist to hold her hand out to me. "Come over here, baby."

Hesitantly, I took her hand and sat down. I wasn't sure exactly what she had in mind, so I sat with my legs crossed.

"Go head, baby," Sarah said soothingly, squeezing my hand. "Lean back and get comfortable."

I knew she could see the hesitance in my eyes, the raw nerves of my stiff posture. When she nodded, I glanced at the others, seeing them waiting and watching expectantly. Scooting back, I stretched my legs out in front of me and leaned back on my hands. I closed my eyes and willed my penis to come out. As always, it began as a strange shifting inside of me, muscles that hadn't existed before pushing the big tube of meat out of my slit.

It came out flaccid, which was nice. I watched as it eased out from between my legs, a thick lump pushing down the right leg of my pajama pants. It took a few seconds to fully extend, and when it was over, the lump of my flared cockhead was almost touching my knee. Granted, it wasn't as frighteningly large as in the shower moments ago, but it was still bigger than when it first appeared. Strange enough to have a dick between my legs. But one that kept changing size? I mean, come on!

"No way," Violet repeated, slowly this time.

Paula covered her mouth, staring at my covered dong. "Oh my gawd."

Violet shook her head again, sitting up on her knees to get a better look. She slapped her thighs and squealed. "No fucking way!"

I glanced at Sarah nervously, but she only smiled.

"Can we see it?" Paula asked after a long moment of them just staring at the long lump running down my leg.

I looked at each of them in turn, settling my gaze on Paula. "Sure."

Paula yelped when Violet lunged forward, grabbing the top of my pants. I barely had enough time to lift my hips when she jerked my pants down past my knees. My heavy cock flopped onto the floor. I was incredibly anxious, but seeing Sarah smiling at my dong with obvious delight, and both Violet and Paula gaping at it in wonder, rather than fear or disgust, was surprisingly arousing. Sure enough, my cock began to swell, straightening out and gradually lifting up from the floor.

"Holy shit, Amy," Violet breathed, staring at the growing tube of meat between my legs with wide eyes. "That's fucking huge!"

"Is it real?" Paula asked quietly, staring at my penis as well.

Before I could answer, Sarah wrapped a warm hand around the middle of my shaft, stroking her thumb back and forth, making me harden even faster. "See for yourself."

Paula hesitantly extended her arm to touch me, but Violet beat her to the punch, grabbing my cock with both hands above Sarah's.

"Oh my gawd," Violet whispered, looking up at me as her hands played about my length. "It's so thick and warm."

I smiled nervously at Violet, and she beamed a great big smile back. Returning her attention to my dick, she smoothed a hand around the end of me. I groaned at her touch.

"Does that feel good?" Paula asked.

Violet looked back at her and laughed. "You ever known a guy that didn't like having his cock stroked?"

Paula blinked a couple times. "Well, no, but...Amy's not a guy."

I smiled at her. "Yes, it feels good, Paula," I told her, then groaned loudly when Sarah moved her hand down to the root, letting Violet stroke my full length with one hand while she twisted the other around the top. "I take it back," I hissed, making Violet and Paula look at me before my eyes closed. "It feels fucking amazing."

Violet smiled, then yelped. "Oh!"

I looked at Violet to see her staring at the big slit at the top of my dick, where a great gob of glistening arousal welled up. It grew and grew until the giant drop spilled over the crown, oozing down over her fingers. Violet smeared the fluid over the end of my dick. The slickness of her hand felt incredible, and soon my dong steadily drooled the shiny stuff. Violet thoroughly lubricated my full length, while Sarah slipped her hands down past my root and stroked my wet slit.

"It feels so real," Violet said softly.

Sarah chuckled. "Believe me, it is real."

Both girls looked at her, and Paula asked, "Have you...?"

Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Jacked it, sucked it, or fucked it until she came all over me or inside me?" She smiled widely. "Oh hell, yes."

"You can cum with this?" Violet asked me eagerly.

I barely managed a nod, lost in the feel of her stroking hands and Sarah's probing fingers.

Paula looked at Sarah. "Weren't you worried about getting pregnant?"

She laughed. "No, silly. She's a girl. How is she gonna knock me up?"

"I don't know," Paula shrugged, regarding the big dick in Violet's hands. "It looks like semen."

"Tastes like it too," Sarah added. "But it isn't semen, at least not real semen. There's no sperm in there."

"How do you know?" Violet asked her, inadvertently squeezing my cock hard enough that it ripped a gasp out of me and jerked my hips off the floor, driving my cock through her hands. I was so close to coming it wasn't even funny. "Are you okay?"

I nodded. "I'm close."

She looked back to Sarah, ignoring my predicament, namely a pending eruption. "How do you know there isn't any sperm in it?"

"Because she's a girl, dummy!" Sarah laughed loudly.

"Oh, right," Violet smiled, then looked at me, her smile fading, replaced by a sultry look. "Do you mind if I...you know, taste it?"

My stomach tightened and my cock lurched. For the first time, I felt something new, a subtle pressure low in my body, like a balloon filling up, growing larger. I couldn't help but wonder if that was the part of me that made the ejaculate.

Violet was waiting for my answer. I raised a hand and touched her cheek with my fingertips. "Please."

With a smile, she lowered her head towards me. Her tongue snaked out, delicately flattened against my shaft, just below the head, then licked up and over the slit at the top. Her tongue withdrew into her mouth, covered with a sheen of my arousal. Violet seemed to savor the taste of me, then swallowed and smacked her lips.

"Wow," she breathed, making me smile, then she engulfed me in her mouth.

"Ohmygawd," I groaned aloud at the heat of her wet mouth, the softness of her tongue licking my shaft as she expertly sucked on me. I dug my fingers into her hair and began moving her head up and down. Violet was a much more aggressive cock sucker than Sarah. She slurped loudly on the first few inches of my rock hard dong. "Sarah," I gasped desperately. "Towels, sheets, hurry."

"Big one?" she asked.

I hissed, "Yes. Hurry!"

"Come on, Paula!" Sarah yelped.

They run upstairs, leaving Violet to blow me. Her mouth felt so fucking good. I was going to come any second. She took me out of her mouth to say, "Fuck, you taste good."

She plunged me back into her mouth and I collapsed on my back at the feel of it. I was vaguely aware of Violet shuffling around on her knees, so that she was beside me, then leaning over me in a kind of high pushup, facing my feet. Her head bobbed up and down, her mouth sucked and slurped, her tongue licked at my shaft and probed the cumslit at the end of me.

"So good," I moaned, tears sliding down my face. I dug my hands back into her hair, holding her head still as I pumped my hips, fucking her face. "Gawd, I love it."

Violet moaned around my cock.

"I love your mouth, Violet," I hissed, feeling a surge of pressure in my belly, a tingling through my shaft. "Suck me," I groaned. "Make me cum."

"Oh shit! Hurry!" Sarah yelped, and with Paula's help, they laid a sheet down on the floor around Violet and I, then towels on top of it.

"Is it gonna be that bad?" Paula asked.

I groaned loudly, driving my dick deeper into Violet's sucking mouth, the end of me touching her throat. Sarah answered for me, "Oh yeah. I've seen that look before."

"Coming!" I grunted, trying to warn Violet.

She grabbed my hips, dug her nails into my skin, and pushed her mouth down, shoving my cock against the tight opening of her throat.

"Gawd!" I screamed.

Boiling cum blew out of the top of my cock, filling her mouth so fast that it poured down my shaft. I felt Violet's throat nip the end of me as she swallowed. More cum exploded past her lips and she gagged. She fought against my hands on her head and took me out of her mouth, stroking me up and down while she coughed, trying to breathe. Thick ropes of cum shot high into the air, splattering down heavily on me, Violet, and the towels. Paula leaned away just in time to avoid a huge salvo.

"Holy shit, Amy!" Violet laughed. "That is fucking awesome!" I felt her bend my cock in a different direction. "Paula, taste this!"

A thick rope of white cream blew out of my cock and hit Paula full in the face.

"Gah!" she yelped, leaning away.

Violet laughed, but the angle of my cock was too intense, making my climax rocket to new heights. I rolled onto my side, groaning in both bliss and agony.

"I've got you, baby," Sarah said softly.

Her hands wrapped around the top half of my spurting crank, jacking up and down, milking the cream from my body. Load after thick load rocketed onto Sarah's body, soaking her pajamas.

"Oh, sorry," Violet apologized. Her hands worked at my lower half, in tandem with Sarah's.

Their stroking hands, working together, felt too damn good. I ended up curling my body around Sarah's legs, hugging her tightly, pumping my hips through their hands.

"Too much," I whimpered breathlessly. "Too good."

"Cum all you need, baby," Sarah cooed softly. "We've got you."

I curled my body so tightly that a shot of my own cream hit me in the face. I barely closed my eyes in time to keep the hot goo out of them.

Violet laughed. "Damn, Amy!"

It seemed to take forever, but eventually, it was over.

"Stop," Sarah said. "Let her rest a minute."

"Why?" Violet asked.

"She'll come again," Sarah replied.

"No shit? After all that?"

"After all that."

It took a while to catch my breath.

"Wow. She does taste good," Paula said.

I rubbed warm spunk out of my eyes to look at her. Paula was fingering goo off her face and licking it from her fingers, smacking her lips, as though tasting a food that was new to her.

"Told you," Violet said.

Sarah brushed my cheek with the back of her hand. "You okay, baby?"

"Uh-huh," I nodded weakly and rolled onto my back.

Violet twisted around and straddled me. She laid her body over mine, trapping my cock between us. "Amy, that was incredible."

I chuckled at her, relieved that she wasn't freaking out, but closed my eyes, still embarrassed by it all. She touched my cheek, making me look at her. Violet gazed into my eyes adoringly, then leaned down and kissed me. She titled her head and licked cum from the side of my mouth, then pushed her creamy tongue past my lips, sharing my spunk in a deep heated kiss.

"Thank you," she whispered against my mouth.

"For what?" I asked.

Violet pushed up onto her arms and smiled. "For sharing your secret with us."

"You're welcome, I guess," I chuckled, then smoothed my hand up her back. "I guess I should thank you too."

"What for?" she asked.

I gave her a sleepy smile. "For the best blowjob of my life."

Violet chuckled, and Sarah and Paula laughed.

"Come on," Sarah said, moving to help me up. "Let's get her upstairs."

Violet moved out of the way and gathered up the sheet and towels while the other girls helped me up the stairs, my wobbly legs useless under me.

"Let's take her to Linda's room," Violet said from behind us.

"Why?" Paula asked.

Sarah giggled. "Her mom's bed is a king. Enough room for a big puppy pile."

I chuckled with Violet and Paula. Soon enough, I was stripped naked and laid down on my mother's bed. I was vaguely aware of them cleaning me up with wet washcloths, then I was tucked into bed.

"What are you doing?" Paula asked, but I was too tired to look at anyone.




Strange Days Ch. 15-17



"Getting naked, obviously," Sarah said.

"Oh."

I felt her soft warm body slide up against my back. Someone got into bed on the other side, softer, fuller. Violet snuggled up to my front, nestling my face in her boobs. I felt her swollen nipple on my cheek and turned my head a little to suck it gently into my mouth, applying pressure just before letting it pop out from between my lips.

"Oh!" she gasped, then laughed. "You little devil."

I chuckled into her cleavage and laid my arm across her hip, feeling lace.

"You're wearing panties," I whispered.

"Uh-huh," she replied.

"No fun," I grumbled back.

"I can fix that," Violet said and started to move.

"I wouldn't do that," Sarah warned her, making me laugh.

"Why not?" Violet asked.

I could hear Sarah's smile in the reply. "Because she'll try to fuck you. Trust me."

"Mmm," Violet cooed, settling back down in front of me. She touched my chin, tilting my face up, and she kissed me, slow and deep. "That could be fun."

I heard a light slap, and Violet yelped.

"Maybe in the morning," Sarah scolded her playfully. "Let her sleep for now."

"Fine," Violet huffed, making us giggle.

I was just about to drift off to sleep when Paula said, "That was a lot of jizz."

Everybody laughed loudly.

 

Chapter 16

I woke up the next morning with a groan, feeling a wonderful tightness in my belly, and a soft warm hand stroking my cock, slick with arousal.

"Yeah, go ahead," I heard Violet whisper. "I'll take care of her."

I was lying on my back. I blinked my eyes open to see Violet propped up on her elbow at my side, her back turned to me. Over her shoulder, the door closed. She must not have realized I was awake, because without regarding me, she dipped her head. The head of my dick was suddenly enveloped in the wet heat of her mouth. Her tongue was so hot and soft.

I groaned loudly, automatically reaching for her head. She cooed with delight as I held her head tightly and began thrusting my hips, short and slow movements, her mouth slurping lewdly on my turgid flesh. Her fingernails scraped up my thighs, making me shiver.

"Good morning," she took me out of her mouth long enough to say.

Before she could resume blowing me, I jerked her down to the bed on her back and rolled on top of her. I ended up settled between her soft silken thighs, and I was delighted to discover she'd taken her panties off when my hard shaft slid up her wet gash. Violet took a sharp breath. I looked down at one of the most sultry pussies I'd ever seen. I'm not sure what it was about Violet's sex, but it just flat did it for me. Her mound was, shapely, swollen, soft. Those are the best words I can think to use. Seeing my big cockhead nestled between her swollen labia, my first thought wasn't to shove into her. It was to bury my face in her pillowed cleft. That's what it looked like; soft pillows, pale as the sheets around us.

"Good morning to you too," I smiled, took my cock in hand, and rubbed it up and down her slit.

Violet sighed at the touch of my dick on her nether lips. She licked her lips and asked, "Are you gonna put it in me?"

I nodded and pushed into her soft wet heat.

"Oh gawd!" she arched her back and threw her arms around my neck.

Adjusting my arms between her legs, I spread them wide let my weight drag me down. My thick pole began to sink into her body.

"Ohmy...hohgawd...so big," she gushed, watching my cock disappear between her legs. My gaze was riveted to the sight too, the wide shaft of me spreading her open, stretching, filling. She was so wet that I didn't have to fight to work my way inside of her.

"So hot, so wet," I groaned, delighting in the feel of her muscular walls gripping me so tightly, almost sucking me down into her depths. I watched as my cock pushed further into her, swearing I could see a faint bulge beneath the pale skin of her stomach, marking the journey of my fat dong in her body. When I was as far inside her body as I could get, I fucked her.

In and out, my cock plowed through her sodden heat.

"So deep," Violet moaned, letting her head loll to the side, mouth hanging open.

She was so beautiful, her huge tits bouncing with every firm fuck of my thick pole in her cunt. It was strange, pumping her full of cock nearly as thick as my wrist. It was almost grotesque in comparison to my petite frame, the way it jutted out from my small body.

"Gonna come," Violet gasped.

I licked her breast and sucked her fat nipple into my mouth. She tasted incredible, and it felt as though her nipple was as big as my thumb. Wanting nothing more than to feel Violet against me when she climaxed, I laid down on top of her. Violet dug her fingers into my hair, trapping my face against her neck. Her tits were so big, soft, full and warm against my modest breasts, and I loved the way her hard nipples rubbed against me. Her long soft legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my butt, urging me on, harder, deeper. Wrapping my arms around and beneath her, I crushed myself down into her mountainous bossom. Fast and faster I fucked her sodden heat, her cunt gripping tight and tighter.

Her hand pushed between our stomachs.

"Ohmygod...I can feel it," she gasped, almost hyperventilating.

I pushed up on my arms to see Violet staring down between our bodies, watching her soft belly undulate as I thrust in and out of her. Her eyes were wide, almost afraid. "Jeezus, I think can see it," Violet licked her lips and locked her gaze with mine, her mouth falling open. "Amy, I'm coming. You're making me come! Ohgawdcomewithme!"

She threw her head back and screamed, her twat going berserk on my thrusting tool. I pounded into her hard once, twice, and exploded deep in her body.

"So hot," she hissed as I sprayed her insides.

Violet grabbed my ass with both hands when I tried to thrust again. She held me deep inside her and ground her pelvis against mine. When my cock surged again, hot cum burst out of the tight seal where our bodies were joined. Surge after surge filled her over capacity, thick cream spilling out between us. I gazed down at my climaxing friend in wonder, her pale skin glistening with sweat, limbs tight from the strain of her cum. I wanted to paint her, to mark her as mine.

When her hands released my butt, I pulled out of her and leaned back to launch several thick ropes of creamy goo onto her thrashing body, making a mess of her stomach, chest, face and hair, and even the headboard of the bed.

"Holy shit," Violet sighed, coaxing out the last of her cum with her fingers on her clit. "Amy, that was..." she pushed up onto her elbows and gawked at the cum all over her body, then regarded me. "That was unbelievable!"

I chuckled breathlessly. "You liked that, huh?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she laughed, flopping back on the bed. I laughed with her. Violet shot up onto her hands and knees and threw herself at me.

"Ahh!" I squealed as she knocked me onto my back and laid down on me.

"Oh, you wonderful girl," she kissed and sucked on my tits and neck. My cock, slick with both our cum, was trapped between us, still throbbing with the final throws of climax. Moving up my body, Violet crushed her mouth to mine, kissing me deeply. "We are so doing that again," she breathed huskily.

I laughed and hugged her. "I'd like that, Violet. You were amazing."

"Yeah?" she pushed up onto her arms.

I nodded and she smiled.

Violet sat back on her heels and looked down at my cock, lying heavy and slick against me. "Are you bigger this morning?"

I pushed up onto my elbows and looked. "Yeah. Thicker, but only a little longer, I think."

Violet wrapped her hands around my cock and pulled it up, stroking her top hand up my length. "How big can it get?"

I grinned at her, feeling free to tell her the truth. "About like this," I wrapped my forefinger and thumb around my forearm, just above my wrist. "And long enough to suck myself off."

"No fucking way," she laughed.

I nodded.

My penis was too hard for Violet to pull perpendicular to my body, so she leaned over a little and held it against her stomach. "There's no way this would fit in me if it was any longer."

"Probably not," I shrugged, then I frowned when something occurred to me. "It seems to be just big enough for whoever I'm with, now that I think about it."

"What do you mean?" she asked, idly stroking my erection.

"I'm always just long enough to get all of it inside of Sarah, and apparently you too," I told her, then something else occurred to me. "The same seems to apply to thickness too."

Violet leaned over to lick the head of my cock, then asked, "Are you this thick with Sarah?"

I shook my head. "Not quite."

"How about long?"

Her hands were stroking me from root to tip, keeping me hard, though I wasn't sure if she was doing it intentionally. "No. Maybe because you're taller than her?"

"Cool," she grinned, then laid over me and sucked the end of me into her mouth.

"Gawd," I groaned, shivering from head to toe, then stiffened at the overwhelming sensation of her mouth and tongue.

Violet took me out of her mouth and smiled apologetically. "Sorry. I probably should have asked if you were ready for round two."

I was actually a lot more sensitive than normal, to the point that it was almost uncomfortable. "Maybe later," I chuckled.

Violet got off of me sand tood beside the bed, holding out her hand, which I took. "Come on. Let's clean up while they make breakfast."

I nodded and followed her into my mother's bathroom to clean up. As we were stripping the bed down later, Violet asked, "How long have you had this?"

"Since my birthday," I told her.

"Have you and Sarah been having sex since then?"

I nodded. "Pretty much."

"Wow. I'm jealous."

I giggled and poked her in the ribs, making her jump. I helped her find a fresh change of clothes from Mom's closet, flannel pajamas, it turned out, and I got shorts and a tank top from my room. Violet was waiting for me in the hall. She glanced down at my shorts and blinked at me.

"Hey, where did it go?" she asked, seeing that there was no obvious lump in my shorts.

I shrugged. "It goes away when I don't need or want it. Well, most of the time, anyway." I poked her in the ribs again, making her jump. "Except when I'm tortured by my best friends!"

"Freaky," she giggled.

As we made our way downstairs, Violet touched my arm.

"Hey, did Paula tell you about her big date this Friday?"

I looked at her, glad to hear that Paula was dating, but surprised too. She was the shy one among us. "No. With who?"

"Johnny Redding," she replied.

I screwed up my face. Johnny was an arrogant asshole, a linebacker on our high school's football team. "He's a dick."

"Yeah, but now that we're all going to college, maybe he'll mellow out a bit," Violet shrugged. "He's going to NYU too, so they're supposed to hook up during orientation." She looked at me as we entered the kitchen. "Speaking of which; are you excited?"

"Excited about what?" Sarah asked from beside Paula at the stove. They were cooking eggs and bacon.

"Orientation," Violet told them.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I guess. I mean, it's cool that Sarah and I got out of the dormitory clause and are getting an apartment, but..."

"You're getting an apartment together?" Violet squealed, looking between me and Sarah. "No fair!"

Sarah laughed. "What isn't fair about that?"

Violet pouted and waved a hand at me. "You'll get to fuck her whenever you want."

"Hey!" I jokingly stomped my foot and crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm a person, you know, not just some big cock for you girls to ride."

Everyone laughed, but Paula regarded Violet. "Did you...?"

"Take a ride on that monster?" Violet finished for her, gesturing between my legs. "You bet your ass I did. You should try it."

Paula blushed fiercely. "Maybe some other time. I have a date coming up."

"Good point," Violet nodded at me. "Amy here would definitely wreck your shit for Johnny."

"Violet!" I squealed, slapping her arm. She laughed and spun away from me. I regarded Paula. "But seriously; Johnny Redding?"

"He's not that bad," Paula shrugged, moving bacon from the pan to a plate. "Actually, he's pretty nice when he's not around his friends."

Well, I guess that was something.

"Where are you guys gonna hook up, anyway?" Violet asked from the table.

Paula glanced at her. "His big brother is in a fraternity, and they're throwing a house party, so I figured I'd just..."

"Oh, Paula," Violet groaned, dropping her face into her hands.

"What?" she asked defensively.

"He's gonna be trashed, sweetie," Sarah told her gently.

"Oh, it's not like that," Paula shook her head as she and Sarah brought the food to the table. "We'll only stay long enough for him to introduce me to some of the Alpha Sigma Zeta girls that will be there. He said his brother put in a good word for me."

"Oh, I guess that's cool," Violet shrugged.

Sarah and I shared a look. It seemed neither of us where very happy about the arrangement. Sarah put her hand on Paula's shoulder. "Just be careful, okay?"

"Huh?" she glanced at Sarah. "Oh, sure! No problem."

"So, what's on the docket for today?" Violet asked everyone.

They looked at me, particularly Violet and Sarah. I had a pretty good idea of what those two had in mind. I shrugged. "I don't know. At some point, I need to call my..." I was going to finish with mom, but the doorbell rang.

I got up to see who it was, peering through the curtains beside the door. When I saw who was outside, I sucked in my breath and spun away from the window, pushing my back against the wall.

"Who is it?" Sarah asked, looking concerned when she saw my wide eyes and hand over my mouth.

"Trevor!" I whispered.

"Oh," her eyes widened.

"Trevor Cartwright?" Violet recognized the name. "What's the big deal?"

"Come on girls," Sarah gave me a reassuring smile and dragged Violet and Paula into the kitchen. "Let's give them some privacy."

I glared at Sarah. I hadn't talked to Trevor since we'd had sex -- disappointing sex at that -- and I definitely wasn't looking forward to him asking why I wasn't returning his calls. I couldn't believe Sarah was abandoning me! I decided then and there that she was going to get a nice hard fucking later on.

 

Chapter 17

Trevor rang the bell again, then knocked on the door. "Amy? Come on, open the door. Your car's in the driveway, so I know you're home."

I frowned. There was a plaintive tone to his voice. He actually sounded...upset, but the hurt kind, not the angry kind. Quickly combing my fingers through my hair, I opened the door.

"Hey, Trevor," I gave him a smile.

He stood there -- looking beautiful, the bastard -- and swallowed. "Hi."

"What's up?" I asked as casually as possible.

He looked past me into the living room, then back at me. "Can we talk?"

"Sure," I moved out of the way to let him in, then closed the door behind him.

He ran his fingers through his curly blonde hair and blurted out, "Did I do something wrong?"

"What?" I blinked at him. "Why would you think that?"

He paced for a moment, then turned back to me. "Well, after we...you know," he gestured with his hand. "I tried calling, but you didn't answer, or return my calls." He swallowed again, then shrugged. "I thought maybe I did something wrong."

I was floored. Trevor looked so vulnerable. The situation was oddly reversed from the norm. I mean, wasn't it supposed to be me pining after him, upset if he hadn't called? When we'd had sex, I'd assumed Trevor was just impatient and inconsiderate of my needs, just like most guys, but here he was, proving me wrong. Maybe he just wasn't as experienced as I'd thought.

I offered my hand. "Let's talk upstairs, okay?"

He nodded and took my hand. I led him up to my room and closed the door behind us. Trevor stood there awkwardly, so I sat down on the edge of my bed and patted the mattress beside me. He hesitated at first, but eventually sat down, leaving a little space between us. The sunlight filtering through the curtains in my room bathed him in a golden glow. God, he was beautiful.

Trevor took a deep breath, then, "What did I do wrong?"

I shrugged, not really knowing how to answer.

He looked away for a moment, sighed, then asked me, "It wasn't very good, was it?"

I gave him a crooked smile. "Not really."

"God, I'm so sorry, Amy," he jumped up and paced again. The raw emotion really surprised me. "It was your first time. I wanted it to be good for you. Shit, I messed it all up."

Oh wow. He was serious. He really had wanted me to enjoy it. I jumped up and caught his arms, making him look at me. "You really were trying, weren't you?"

"Trying to what?" he frowned.

"Make me come."

He balked. "Wow. You're pretty frank."

I laughed. "It's been a strange few days."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing," I grinned and shook my head, then pulled him towards the bed again. I sat down, my leg tucked under me. Trevor did the same, but facing me. "I'm sorry," I set my hand on this thigh. "This is my fault."

"Your fault?" he asked, clearly not following.

"Yeah," I shrugged. "To be honest, I thought you were being impatient, that you didn't really care of I enjoyed it or not." Trevor started to defend himself, but I put my hand over his mouth, shutting him up. "I understand now. You really did want me to enjoy my first time with a guy."

"Yeah, I really..." he began, then he realized what I'd said and his eyes went wide. "Whoa, wait! With a guy?"

I shrugged, smiling coyly.

Trevor grinned ear to ear. "That is so hot."

I laughed out loud.

Relief flowed through me. Until that moment, I hadn't realized how worried I'd been that I might lose my friend because we'd had sex. I mean, yeah, I had a major crush on him, but he was my friend first. This was the Trevor I'd come to know years ago, the Trevor I'd pretty much dreamed about sense, the one who could talk and joke with me about anything, never judging me.

"Who with?" he asked.

"No way, buster," I shook my head, putting my hand back on his leg. "Listen, I'm sorry I ignored your calls. Really, I am."

"It's okay," he let out a big breath and put his hand over mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. He smiled again. "We could try again, if you want."

"I don't know, Trevor..." I began, shaking my head. As his face fell with disappointment, I remembered what it felt like to have Violet's fingers inside of me the night before, how tight I was now. No, Trevor wasn't much bigger than the average guy, but that was still plenty bigger than Violet's fingers. "Okay," I blurted out.

"I don't blame you, Amy. I mean-wait, what?"

I laughed and squeezed his hand. "We can try again."

"Really?" he asked, and when I nodded, his smile lit up the room. "Great! When? You wanna try now?"

I chuckled. "I have guests right now."

He shrugged. "So? They're girls. They can give me pointers."

I laughed out loud. "Trevor!"

He grinned and lunged forward. I thought he was going to tackle me down on the bed and fuck me right then, but he just hugged me tightly. "Thank you, Amy."

I stroked his back and breathed in his scent from the warm skin of his neck. Damn, he smelled good, heady, spicy, so masculine. I'd also forgotten how nice it felt to have such a hard-muscled body against me. "For what?"

"For giving me another chance," he said. He leaned back to look at me, his hands on my legs. "For not letting me lose my friend."

I cocked my head, wondering why this was so important to him, and I could tell that it was.

"To be honest, it wasn't very good for me either," he said after a moment.

"Really?" I blinked.

"Oh, it wasn't you!" he explained in a rush. "I mean, I came, yeah, and that's always great," he laughed briefly, then turned serious again. "But I could tell you weren't really enjoying it, so I didn't get to enjoy it much either."




Strange Days Ch. 15-17



I smiled and cupped his face in my hand. "That's really sweet, actually."

He smiled back, then he frowned. "I asked my brother for advice, but he wasn't really any help."

"What did he tell you?"

Trevor blushed. "Well, he told me to spell the alphabet when I go down on a girl."

I chuckled. "Yeah, sometimes that works, but I see your point." Trevor and I had never had a problem with making out. We knew how to rile each other up to the point where it felt like we were going to spontaneously combust. "Trust me when I tell you that you don't have a problem in the foreplay department."

"Really?" he beamed proudly.

I nodded.

"Awesome."

I laughed and patted his leg. We just sat there for a moment, looking at each other.

"This is really nice," he said softly.

"What is?"

"Hanging with you again," he smiled, cupping my cheek as I had his. "I really missed you, Amy."

My heart melted. Bastard. "Oh, Trevor."

I leaned forward and kissed him softly. His lips moved against mine perfectly, slowly at first, gentle, then with more urgency. His licked and nibbled on my lower lip, making me shiver. Things low in my body got really tight. I almost started to panic, but then I realized that my body was getting aroused in the traditional fashion. Liquid heat was pooling inside me, and I felt that empty ache, the need to be filled.

Wrapping my arms around his neck and moaning into his mouth, I climbed into Trevor's lap and pressed the front of my body against his. He was definitely happy to be with me, his hardness pressing into my groin through our clothes.

Before I knew it, he had me lying on my back. He never stopped kissing me, nibbling my neck, or licking my lips. Like the foreplay expert he'd always been, the cool air against my naked lower body was the first sign that he'd even touched my clothes, half of which were now lying on the floor in a puddle.

"Trevor," I sighed, digging my fingers into his hair as he nibbled at my chest through the tank top I was still wearing.

His mouth trailed a hot line down my exposed belly, just as his fingers slipped inside of me and the heel of his palm put pressure on my clit.

"Oh gawd!" I wailed when he curled his fingers inside me, stroking my deep spot. "Trevor!"

With his fingers still playing me like an instrument, and he the master musician, his mouth closed over my mound, tongue licking at my clit. I threw my head back, cried out for him as I came.

Trevor held onto my hips, keeping his mouth locked over me. I came so hard that I felt liquid heat pour out of me and onto his hand, into his mouth. He groaned at the taste of my climax, removed his fingers, and pushed his tongue inside me.

I screamed his name when he made me come again, and again a minute or two later. Eventually, he lay down beside me, idly stroking my now sweaty stomach with his fingertips.

"Oh my gawd," I breathed.

Trevor chuckled, and it was a wonderfully deep masculine sound. "Still good?"

I rolled over on top of him and whispered, "You've always been good at that."

"Better than your girlfriends?" he bounced his eyebrows.

I shrugged. "Meh."

"Why you...!"

I laughed when he rolled us over so that he ended lying on top of me. His hardness pressed against my opening through his shorts. It felt so good that I bowed my spine, thrust down against his groin with the need for him to be inside me.

"Amy," he groaned and kissed me hard.

I moaned into his mouth, pushed my hands into his shorts and underwear and shoved them off his ass. I dug beneath him to free his erection, cupping his hard length in my hands.

"Amy, I can't...oh gawd," he sighed when I stroked him. He opened his eyes and gazed at me in wonder. "I thought you didn't want to...with your friends here."

I groaned loudly. "Ahhhh, you're right. We shouldn't."

"Don't get me wrong," he raised his eyebrows, then he did that thing that guys can do, where he flexed his abdomen, flicking my wet slit with the head of his cock. I shivered at the feel of it, watching him with my eyes open wide with lust. "I have no problem being rude to your friends, at least in this particular situation."

I giggled. This was the Trevor I remembered; handsome, sweet, funny. I smoothed my hands down his sides to his firm behind, digging in with my nails. He tried to get away from my nails, exactly how I knew he would, by moving his hips forward. Trevor's eyes drifted shut as the head of his cock slipped inside me.

"Yessss," I hissed, arching my back as he slid inside me. He felt huge, so hard, so long, so thick.

"Amy," he groaned.

With my hand on the back of his neck, I pulled him down to me. "Shhh. Let me take care of you."

"What do you mean?" he breathed raggedly.

Holding his ass tightly in my hands, I humped against him, fucking my tight heat onto his steely hardness. It felt as though my entire body was a tightly bound spring, just waiting for release. I think part of what made that moment feel so good was that there was no goal in mind, no plan. Oh, that and fucking the brains out of two of my girlfriends seemed to have given me a stellar boost in confidence.

"No condom," he croaked, his entire body shivering, cock twitching inside me.

"Pill," I gasped, managing only the one word. He just felt too good inside me, so hot and hard.

"Whuh?" he mumbled.

"On the pill," I moaned, biting his neck. "Come inside me, Trevor."

He hunched into me, burying his hard cock so deep that he nudged against my cervix. I felt his cock buck hard once, twice, then he poured his heat inside me.

"Uhnn!" I threw my head back, caught up in a violent and totally unexpected climax. It felt like every muscle in my body was working in tandem to coax out his cream.

Trevor grunted like an animal, hunching into me with shocking force. He was so strong, his body so hard with tight muscle. The taste of his sweat on my tongue, the scent of his skin, the warmth of his body, all of it drove me high and higher.

He was finished before me, but he kept his still hard length deep in my body, letting me come down to join him. He'd let his weight settle fully against me and was starting to push up on his arms.

"Am I too heavy?" he asked.

His concern for my comfort was so touching that I giggled, hugged him down against me. "No, Trevor. You feel amazing."

He smiled against my neck. "So do you."

We lay there for a while, just enjoying the feel of each other. Don't get me wrong, I really did like the feel of a naked female body against mine, but there was just something yummy about a man. I traced the contours of Trevor's muscular body with my fingertips, wanting to touch him everywhere at once. When he finally softened and began to slide out of me, Trevor pushed up on his arms.

"That was really good," he grinned, then frowned. "Or was it?"

I chuckled. "No, it was great, but we got lucky."

"Lucky?"

"Yeah, I was really worked up. Sometimes it takes a lot more than that to get me going."

"That's okay. I'm patient," he grinned again. I touched his face, grinning too. "What were you all worked up about?"

I patted his side, letting him know I wanted up. He knew what I wanted and rolled away. It was just automatic for us. I guess I'd never really considered how in tune he was to me. Finding my shorts, I slid them on, wondering how I should answer him. I mean, I couldn't exactly tell him that my sex drive was going crazy because I had a huge cock and was fucking the shit out of my girlfriends.

"Just a lot going on," I shrugged and turned to him.

He was lying on my bed, his shirt still on, but there was a heat in his eyes that took my breath away as he stared at me. He was hard again too. I guess he'd been watching me get dressed.

"Trevor," I smiled coyly, swaying my hips as I approached the bed. "I love that you like my body," I pointed at his groin. "But I can't help you again. Guests, remember?"

I stood there with hands on hips. He glanced down and up, grinning as he climbed out of my bed. "Right," he said, tugging his shorts up, grinning back. "It would be rude to your friends."

He went for the door, but I stopped him.

"Hey," I took his hand and turned him back to me, moving close. "About us...or this...I mean, doing it again."

He flashed an amused smile, clearly getting a kick out of my stammering.

"It takes work, getting to know each other's bodies," I told him, running my hand up his arm. "We have to listen to each other, be patient with each other." I rand my hand down his arm and took his hand in mine again. "You're the first guy I've ever slept with, so I need you to help me enjoy sex with you, okay?"

"Oh, yeah, sure," he nodded quickly, but I sensed a lot of bravado.

I cocked an eyebrow. "That means showing me your soft underbelly."

"Huh?" he frowned.

How to explain this? "It means we're going to make mistakes. Sometimes one or both of us will try something that doesn't work out, doesn't feel good, or worse, hurts." Trevor frowned even harder. I didn't want him to think I was criticizing him. "It's okay for us to screw up though, as long as we learn, keep an open mind. I read somewhere that if you can laugh in bed about the blunders, there's nothing you can't try that isn't worth trying."

His frown faded and he looked thoughtful, then nodded. "Actually, that makes sense, in a messed up triple negative kind of way, I mean." I laughed and he nodded again. "Okay. I'm in."

"Good," I smiled and pushed up on the tips of my toes to kiss him.

I walked Trevor downstairs to see him out.

"Wanna go see a movie tomorrow?" I asked at the front door.

"Sure. Which one?"

"Salt okay?"

He smiled. "Are you kidding? I love watching Angelina kick ass."

I gave him a quick kiss and waved as he drove off, already looking forward to tomorrow. Unfortunately, it was only late morning. Guess I'd have to pass the time fucking my girlfriends.



Strange Days Ch. 18-21



Chapter 18

As I made my way back into the living room, I noticed Paula was dressed in the clothes she wore yesterday, gathering her things to go.

"You leaving already?" I asked, seeing Sarah and Violet coming in from the kitchen.

Paula pushed her hair out of her eyes and gave me a hug. "Yeah, I almost forgot that Mom and I have a hair appointment this morning."

I hugged her back. "Oh, well, thanks for coming over. I had fun."

She squeezed me tightly and kissed my cheek. "Me too, and like Violet said, thanks for sharing your secret with us."

I blushed and smiled. "Thanks for not freaking out."

She laughed and squeezed my hand. When she was gone, Violet and Sarah were staring at me conspiratorially.

I narrowed my gaze. "What?"

"You had sex with Trevor again," Sarah said in a sing-song manner.

I blushed again.

Violet glanced at Sarah. "We should give her a shower."

Sarah nodded. "And get all the juicy details too."

I raised my eyebrows and they each took one of my hands to lead me upstairs. In the bathroom, we stripped out of our clothes, and when the water was nice and warm, stepped into the shower. Once more I was floored by the lovely sight of Violet's huge tits and shapely hips. She was so different from Sarah, so full, voluptuous. I especially liked the soft roundness of her baby-smooth mound.

"Before we get started," Sarah grinned, then looked at Violet. "You've never seen it come out, have you?"

Violet shook her head. "No, but there's something I wanna try," then she looked at me. "Something you said this morning."

"Okay," I said slowly.

Violet grinned. "I want you to think about pleasing yourself."

"Why?" I blinked, then grinned. "I have you two."

Sarah chuckled but asked Violet, "What are you after, Violet?"

"Amy said that her cock seems bigger or smaller depending on who she's with."

"Oh, I get it," Sarah nodded, remembering what I'd told her about sucking myself off in the tub last night, though Violet didn't know that. "You want to see how big it is when Amy wants to do herself."

Violet bobbed her head.

"You game?" Sarah asked me.

"Sure," I laughed with a shrug. "What the hell."

We helped each other get clean, then they both helped me. Their hands felt so good on my naked body. Sarah stood at my back, rubbing soap into the crack of my ass, fingertips playing with my tiny hole there now and then, while Violet was in front of me, rubbing ample soap between my legs.

Violet leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Think about you, okay?"

"Uh-huh," I nodded, gasping when her fingers parted my folds to wash me there. My belly instantly tightened at her touch, enough to almost fully double me over. I was bent over enough that my face was nestled into the deep valley of Violet's chest. She chuckled and held me, but I pushed away from her when the tightening became uncomfortable. She held my hands as I leaned back against Sarah, who wrapped her arms around me to fondle my small boobs and hard nipples.

"Here it comes," I panted.

Violet looked down expectantly and her eyes went wide as my cock came out. "Oh my gawd!"

It felt positively massive coming out of me, and sure enough, it really was. Just like last night, the shaft was a little thicker than my wrist, the flared head slightly wider. My dick was only semi hard as it slid out from between my legs, but as more and more of it appeared, it hardened, sticking out from my body instead of hanging down, curving up as it continued to come out of me. Violet had to take a step back to give it room.

"That is just...fucking huge!" Violet gasped.

Damn, she wasn't kidding. I mean, I'd seen it like this once before, but I still couldn't get over the size of my pole. It stuck up from between my legs like a big steel pipe wrapped in soft skin. The wide shaft of me was pressed in my modest cleavage, pushed my breasts apart with the wide girth of it. The fat head was dark, angry, and big drops of clear precum were welling up to pour over the end onto my chest.

Sarah looked over my shoulder and breathed, "Holy shit, Amy."

I laughed breathlessly and hugged my monstrous cock against my body. It was so hard and warm, throbbing with every beat of my heart. "Like it?" I asked, laying my head on Sarah's shoulder.

"Oh yeah," she giggled, wrapping her hands around the middle of my thick tube, stroking me gently.

"That is so cool," Violet chuckled, and her hands gripped my hard shaft too, below Sarah's. "I wanna watch you suck it."

Smiling at her, I tilted my head down and slowly extending my tongue to flatten it just below the wide head of my cock. Licking up slowly, I kept my eyes fixed on Violet as my tongue slid up and over the head, capturing a massive gob of arousal along the way. It felt so good, and tasted awesome too.

"That is fucking hot," Violet said huskily.

I smiled, then captured as much of the head of my cock in my mouth while they stroked my shaft.

"Does it feel good?" Sarah asked.

I almost laughed. Of course it felt good! I mean, it was strange, feeling the incredible warmth of my mouth and tongue on my cock. That was arousing enough on its own, but to suck a huge tool in my mouth was hot as hell. The delightful feel of being sucked off and sucking myself off just did it for me. The best response I could manage was a delighted moan with a mouthful of throbbing dick.

"Wow," Violet breathed, and one of her hands slid down to play with my weeping pussy. "Keep going. I wanna see you cum."

I groaned as her fingers slid inside me, probing, stroking, caressing. I wrapped my arms tighter around my shaft, and Sarah moved her hands to the shaft above my arms, stroking her hands in time with my mouth sliding up and down my cock. My hips began to move of their own accord, fucking my huge cock through my arms and into my mouth. Thick warm cream gushed onto my tongue. It slid down my throat, tasted so heady, so yummy.

"Can you deep throat it?" Violet asked.

I tried to get my cock to my throat, but the angle was wrong. It was too straight, and besides, I was pretty sure it was far too big anyway. My jaw was straining just to keep my mouth around it. In the back of my mind, I wondered if next time I could make it less wide, and with more of a curve. Definitely something to try later. But for now...

I sucked and slurped noisily, licking my tongue up through the wide cumslit of my cock. Sarah's hands twisted up and down my shaft, just below my mouth. Violet jacked several inches of my cock with one hand while fingering my tight cunt with the other, though I noticed I was more open now that my dick was outside of my body. As though sensing my thoughts, Violet pushed a third finger into me. She pressed her palm against my clit and stroked my insides.

My belly tightened again and warm cream gushed into my mouth, almost filling it.

"Are you gonna come?" Sarah asked.

"Mm-hm," I moaned ecstatically.

"Then do it," Violet said huskily.

My cock lurched hard. I licked, sucked, slurped, and it happened. Thick cream blew up my shaft and burst into my mouth, overfilling it instantly. I swallowed as much as I could in a single gulp, but there was so much hot cum that it erupted out of the sides of my mouth. I swallowed again, but more cum blasted my mouth beyond full, making me choke.

"Guhh!" I gasped, pulling my mouth off my spurting cock.

A huge rope of cum as thick as my thumb flew up into the air, nearly reaching the ceiling, then came down to paste me in cream.

"Oh my gawd!" Violet laughed when another rope flew up and landed on her.

"I've got you baby," Sarah said, taking control of my jerking spurting cock. She angled it away from my body and aimed a huge eruption at Violet. A massive rope of thick cream pasted her face, nearly coating it with a single shot.

"Ahh!" Violet jumped at the shock of so much cum hitting her in the face. She leaned back against the shower wall, giggling as Sarah used my spurting dong to completely coat her huge tits with my cum.

"So good," I whimpered, closing my eyes.

"Keep coming, baby," Sarah breathed, nipping at my ear.

I snaked my hand up into her hair and held her head against mine. "Oh gawd."

My cock just kept on exploding, when suddenly it was enveloped in the heat of Violet's mouth. Her hands found my cock again and jerked me off at a furious pace. I opened my eyes to see her mouth around the end of me, thick white cream gushing out of her stretched lips in heavy waves. Still, Violet was swallowing furiously, trying to keep up with the monstrous explosion of spunk. Cum flowed thickly down her chin and neck and through her cleavage.

"Shit, Violet," Sarah laughed. "That is just fucking hot."

Violet moaned in agreement, swallowing load after hot steamy load. I swear, more cum escaped her mouth than she could swallow, but she was definitely a champ about it and give it her all. My hips jerked with every eruption of creamy goo, and I grew lightheaded with the intensity of my climax.

"Too much," I hissed, head swaying back and forth. "Too good."

Sarah nodded against my head and released my shaft. "Violet."

Violet sucked on my cock, swallowed two more huge loads of white cream, then finally took her mouth off of me. She was an absolute mess of my cum. Violet reached for my cock.

"No," Sarah stopped her. "Let her come back down."

Violet nodded, catching her breath as she leaned back against the wall, rubbing my thick goo all over her tits. One of her cum coated hands slid between her legs. The sight of her sticking two of her spunk laden fingers into her soft cunt made my body spasm. Five more truly gigantic ropes of cream pasted Violet's upper body until she was thoroughly glazed with spunk.

"Shhh," Sarah soothed me, holding me in her arms, kissing my cheek and temple.

When I could breathe again, I patted her arm, letting her know I was okay. I was light-headed again though, wobbling a little when I stepped away from Sarah.

"You okay, babe?" she asked, reaching out to steady me.

"Yeah, just a little light-headed," I told her, glancing at Violet, who had already rinsed the cream from her body.

"That was amazing, Amy," she shook her head in wonder.

I laughed. "Comes at a price though."

"What do you mean?"

I swapped places with her to rinse off. "That's the second time I've done that, and it takes a lot out of me, I guess."

"I wonder if it's a fluids thing," Sarah mused, helping me get the cum out of Violet's hair. "I mean, you came a lot. Fluids have to be replenished, right?"

"Good point," I conceded.

Violet shrugged. "Let's get her some juice, then she can fuck us again." Sarah giggled, but Violet looked down at my now flaccid but still truly enormous cock, the wide head next to my knee. "Just not when it's that big."

"Definitely not," Sarah grinned.

By the time we were cleaned up again, my penis had returned to its usual size, though still limp. I guess Sarah sensed I was going to will it back into my body, because she put her hand on my hip. "Leave it out, okay?"

"Why?" I asked.

She glanced at Violet and back at me. "I don't think we're finished with it. Besides, are you?"

I openly ogled her naked body, then Violet's. "Definitely not."

 

Chapter 19

For the second time that day, we got dressed, though only the bare minimums. I was feeling feisty, so I slipped on a pair of pale blue lace panties and a white tank top that I'd cut short a long time ago, so that it hung just past my navel. I faced the mirror to see how I looked.

The tank top had worn super-thin over the years, so that you could clearly see the darker nipples on my small breasts. I chose the panties and tank top to tease Sarah and Violet. Even flaccid, my penis was an impressive size. If I held it up against my stomach, the head reached past my navel. It was a strange dichotomy, my reflection in the mirror. I was pretty, petite, absolutely feminine, but trapped beneath my panties and tank top was my cock, a few inches of shaft exposed between them. It was definitely a naughty look, and I found that I really liked it.

I actually got dressed in a hurry, so that I could call my mother and check on her. Violet and Sarah were still up in my room, giggling about something, as girls are want to do. Rooting around in the refrigerator for juice, I held my cell phone to my ear with my shoulder, and Mom finally answered.

"Hey, Mom."

"Oh, hi, baby," she said happily, but sounded tired. "Everything okay?"

"Oh, yeah. I just wanted to see how you and Aunt Claire are doing," I said, filling a tall glass with juice and drinking all of it while my mother replied.

"We're fine. Bill won't be back for a while, I'm guessing. Would you be okay with Aunt Claire staying with us for a while?"

I gulped down half of a second glass of juice. "Sure, Mom. Whatever she needs. It's just going to be you two around here soon anyway."

"Oh, that's right. You have orientation this week, don't you?"

I nodded, even though she couldn't see me. "Yeah, we're driving out day after tomorrow. Sarah and I still need to check out our apartment." Just then, Violet came up behind me, wrapping her arms around my narrow waist. Her arms were warm against my partially exposed shaft. "And I think we need to scope out a bigger place."

"Oh? Why's that?" Mom asked.

Violet softly kissed my hair and moved her arms so that she could softly caress my cock, which was getting hard rather quickly.

I glanced over my shoulder at Violet and grinned. "I think Violet might be living with us."

She nodded happily. Her hands slid along my firm shaft, under my shirt and panties, softly stroking almost my full length.

"The more of you that stay together, the better, actually," Mom said. "You girls need to watch out for each other."

Violet's hands felt so good on my dick that she had me throbbing with need in no time, a wet spot forming where my cockhead was pressed against my skin above my navel.

"That's the idea," I told Mom while Violet slipped one hand higher to wrap it around my cockhead. It was a struggle not to groan as I leaned back against her ample bosom. "Sarah's pretty protective, and I have a feeling that Violet won't let me out of her sight much."

Violet chuckled under her breath and turned me around by my hips. She smoothed her hands up my sides and pushed my tank top over my breasts, the thin fabric momentarily catching on my incredibly stiff nipples.

"I'm glad to hear that, honey," Mom said. I had to fight not to make noise as Violet wrapped both of her soft hands around my cock, stroking both high and low, then she dipped her head down to lick one of my nipples, making me shudder. Mom continued, completely unaware that I was being molested by one of my friends, "Boys your age are interested in only two things; booze and buns."

I laughed at that, but it was cut short when Violet firmly sucked my nipple and half of my breast into her mouth. I could feel my arousal leaking from between my legs, as well as down my shaft, slicking up Violet's stroking hands.

"I'm thinking of asking Paula to live with us too," I told Mom.

Violet released my breast to kiss and nibble the other one for a moment. I snaked my hand into her hair on the back of her head, encouraging her, thrusting my hips to fuck my cock through her hands.

"That's a good idea," Mom agreed. "She always struck me as kind of vulnerable."

I nodded, grinning wickedly as I pushed Sarah's head down. She knew what I wanted. Her warm wet mouth surrounded the drooling head of my cock. Her lips slid down my shaft until she had me resting at the opening of her throat. "Her parents are pretty overbearing. Sarah and I are worried about her."

"I'm really glad to hear that you're looking out for your friends, baby."

I smiled down at Violet, loving the feel of my cock in her hot sucking mouth. "Yeah, my friends do a pretty good job of taking care of me too."

Violet chuckled softly around my tool, then sucked and slurped furiously. Saliva and precum trickled down my shaft, which she stroked firmly. I was going to come soon. Definitely time to get off the phone.

"Well, I'll let you go, Mom."

"Okay, baby. I'll call when we're on our way home, but it probably won't be until tomorrow. Is that okay?"

I had to briefly take the phone away from my mouth as a sigh escaped me. Violet was sucking my dick so good. "That's fine, Mom. Gotta go."

"Bye, baby."

I hung up and dropped the phone on the counter, digging both hands into Violet's soft hair. "Oh gawd, Violet."

She was slurping noisily now. Her head was bobbing up and down, and one of her hands was stroking and twisting just below her mouth. My belly tightened.

"Gonna come if you don't stop," I warned her.

"Oh, I think that's exactly what she wants," Sarah said, surprising me. She was leaning against the wall between the kitchen and living room, watching us with rapt interest.

"Mm-hhh," Violet mumbled around my throbbing cock in agreement, squeezing my shaft tighter in her hands.

My hips jerked hard and I groaned with the impending release. "Coming!"

Hot cum erupted up my shaft and into Violet's mouth, over and over. She moaned happily and swallowed, just barely keeping up. A little thick cream trickled out of the corner of her mouth, slowing working its way down to her chin. I came so hard, and for so long, but Violet sucked and slurped until I was spent. Pulling back, she licked at my shaft and head. Grabbing my dick, I pressed the swollen head to her chin and pushed the escaped cream into her mouth. Violet sucked on me for a moment and swallowed the last of my cum.

"Wow, chickie," I breathed.

Violet laughed and looked up at me. Straightening up, she stroked me gently and kissed me. Lifting her shirt, I slid my cock under it so that when she pressed her body against mine, my dong was nestled between the lower curves of her huge breasts, soft and warm.

I nibbled her lower lip and said huskily, "I am so going to fuck your tits later."

"You can fuck them now, if you want," she smiled against my mouth.

I leaned back and shook my head, feeling light-headed again. "I still need a break, you minx."

She chuckled and kissed me again before getting something to drink herself. Sarah sauntered over and kissed me too. Like Violet and I, she was wearing a tank top and panties. Before I could protest, Sarah left my mouth to suck the end of me between her lips. She bobbed her head a few times, slurping on my cum-slicked cock, then straightened up, smacking her lips.

"Just wanted to say hello," she grinned.

I shook my head at her. "You two are just devils."

They laughed. Putting my dick under my tank top again, I refilled my glass with juice. We settled down in the living room to relax and watch television. I sat in the center of the couch. Violet sat on my left, and Sarah was on the floor between my legs. Given the time of day, there wasn't much on, but Violet found one of those reality shows about washed-up actors living in a small house.

"Jeez, Cory's still cute," Violet shook her head. "How is that even possible? Isn't he, like, almost forty now?"

Sarah nodded. "He hasn't changed much. Haim went to hell in a hand basket, but Feldman," she trailed off, then smiled. "Yeah, I'd still do him."

I chuckled. "It's the smoky voice, isn't it?"

"Totally," Sarah laughed.

When the show was over, Violet found a documentary on the red light district of Amsterdam. The owner of a burlesque was being interviewed, and her performers. The women were beautiful. One of them was a tall blond Amazonian bombshell. Her legs were incredibly long, her breasts proportionately huge, waist narrow, hips wide. Put simply, she was incredibly fuckable. I felt myself getting hard again.

Without saying a word, Violet turned on the couch and snuggled up to me, her bountiful chest pressing against my arm. She kept watching the documentary, but her hand touched the base of my now hard shaft through my lace panties. My penis twitched. Slowly, Violet smoothed her hand up my length, so warm against the exposed part of my dick between panties and tank top, then higher. Though she was touching most of my length through the clothes I was wearing, it still felt really good. I glanced down and saw a big wet spot on my tank top, where my cockhead was drooling above my navel.




Strange Days Ch. 18-21



Violet smoothed her hand up and down my dick for a few minutes, then completely ignoring the TV show, she pushed up my tank top and leaned over, lathing her tongue around the drooling head, licking up the clear spunk leaking out of me. I sighed at the feel of her warm wet mouth as she gulped down the first few inches of me.

Hearing me making noise, Sarah looked at us over her shoulder, grinned, then returned her attention to the television. After a few more minutes sucking my cock, Violet locked eyes with me and shimmied out of her panties. She stood up on the couch, her feet on either side of my thighs. I gazed wantonly at her baby smooth and puffy mound. Before she could lower herself, I licked my lips and leaned forward, filling my hands with her shapely behind. Violet slid her hand into my hair on the back of my head and sighed as I licked a long line up her hot cleft.

Oh my lord, she tasted amazing, so heady, sweet, and womanly. I closed my mouth over her mound and pulled her harder against my face. Violet started to lose her balance and had to release my head to put both hands on the wall behind the couch. As I explored her femininity with mouth and tongue, I felt Sarah grab my dick and bend it towards her, then she drew me into her mouth. I couldn't see her, but being sucked off by one of my girlfriends while I was going down on the other was so fucking hot.

Sarah began sucking noisily, drawing the drooling head of my cock to the back of her mouth, her throat nipping at the end of me, while I unabashedly slurped and tongued Violet's heavenly cunt.

Violet gasped, "Oh my...oh gawd."

Her hand dug into my hair again. She ground her sopping pussy against my face, while Sarah tried to suck the cum straight out of my body. I fought against the orgasm rising within me, wanting to cum somewhere else. Violet shuddered violently and her cunt gushed hot fluid into my mouth, the warm walls of her sex squeezing my tongue. Her cum trickled down my chin and neck, but still I devoured her.

Pushing my hands up under the front of her shirt, I leaned back and whispered, "Come down here."

Blinking her glazed eyes down at me, Violet bent her knees. Sarah released my cock and put her hands on Violet's ass to help her straddle me. My gaze was locked on Violet's glistening mound, her labia swollen with arousal, parted and begging for the hot log of meat sticking up between my legs. The head of my dick was hugely swollen, clear glittering arousal steadily leaking from the tip. My penis was bigger than before, and I remembered that Violet could take more cock in her body than Sarah.

Her dripping gash came close and closer. Her hot cunt seared the fat head of my dick as it spread her open. Violet breathed harder and faster, then gasped when I popped inside her. She gazed at me with raw lust as she lowered, my thick tool slowly spreading her open, spearing deep into her body. She was so wet and open that I slid in easily, and in moments her smooth mound settled against mine. She was so hot and wet, but still so tight.

"So hard," Violet breathed.

I cupped her big breasts in my hands, tweaked her nipples and flexed my abdomen, making my dick twitch inside of her. Sarah moved to sit beside me, and when Violet began to slowly ride my stiff rod, Sarah turned my head to kiss me. Her tongue slipped into my mouth as Violet's grasping hole sucked up and down my turgid shaft, her warm fleshy insides nipping at the swollen end of me like a soft mouth. With Violet's legs spread so wide, I was spearing deep into her body.

"Ohmy...ohhhhgawd...you're so deep," Violet gushed

Pulling her shirt off and moving her hands to the back of the couch, Violet leaned forward and began bouncing up and down my throbbing cock. Her breasts bounced against my face, so I turned from Sarah's kiss and sucked Violet's left nipple into my mouth. Sarah did the same with her right nipple, and together we sucked and nibbled on Violet's awesome tits.

"Gonna come," Violet shuddered.

I began thrusting my hips up, ramming my cock deep inside of her clutching core. Violet came with a shrill cry, flooding my cock with her wet heat. Her cum trickled down my seething mound and I almost came. Gradually, her thrusting slowed, until Violet rose up off of me, flopping down onto her back on the couch as my cock slapped wetly against my body.

"Holy shit," Violet sighed, rubbing her hands down her body, her sex open and swollen from the intrusion of my thick dong. "That was awesome."

"My turn," Sarah whispered, kissing my cheek before she moved to her hands on the floor in front of me. She lowered her upper body to the floor and stuck her ass up in the air, presenting her dripping cunt to me.

Aching to bury my cock into her body, I stood up from the couch and bent my knees, crouching behind her with my hand on her hip. I grabbed my stiff dick and pushed it down, rubbing the enormous end of me into her slit. I was dimly aware that my cock was still sized for Violet, but I needed to be inside her too badly to think anything more of it.

I shoved inside her, pushing half of my thick crank into her at once.

"Oh gawd!" Sarah howled.

I stopped pushing and panted, "Shit, are you okay?"

"Yes, just fuck me," she hissed, pushing back. "Fuck me, Amy."

Holding her hips, I hunched into her. She was so fucking tight. Too tight. I had to fight for every inch into her body. The big head of my cock slowly pushed into her, spreading her wide, the warm walls of her core collapsing against the shaft just behind the swollen end of me.

"You're so fucking big, baby," Sarah gushed, body shivering beneath me.

My cock rubbed against the end of her. I held myself there, churning my hips, grinding my tumescence into her boiling cunt. Her body spasmed around me, clutching, gripping, squeezing. Drawing my hips back, I began fucking her, slowly and steady. Violet moved behind me and began kissing my spine, trailing a hot line up to my neck as her hands slid around me to cup my modest breasts. She pinched my nipples and my cock jerked hard. I began pounding into Sarah, careful not to hit her cervix too hard. Though I was fucking Sarah furiously, she was still so tight that I couldn't move in and out of her very fast. Her body resisted the massive intrusion of mine. She felt so good that I knew I wouldn't last long.

"Come inside me, baby," Sarah whimpered. "Make me cum on your cock."

"Sarah," I hissed, feeling something swelling inside my belly.

Violet leaned over beside me to reach under Sarah. "Holy shit," she said, looking at me. "I can feel your cock through her stomach."

"So fucking big," Sarah nodded, pushing back, meeting me thrust for thrust.

I swelled massively inside of her, making Sarah that much tighter, and I gasped, "Coming."

Hot cum blew out of my cock, spilling deep in Sarah's shivering body.

"It's so hot," Sarah hissed.

I rammed home into her cunt, pinned her on my jerking spurting length. Her hands clawed at the carpet, I felt more pressure on my cumming cock.

"Can you feel that?" Violet asked.

I nodded, grinding my teeth as I gushed even more thick cream into Sarah, knowing that Violet was rubbing my cock through Sarah's stomach. Sensing I wouldn't stop climaxing any time soon if I stayed inside of Sarah, I carefully drew out of her and wrapped a hand around my dick, jerking off a handful of huge ropes of white spunk from the base of her spine to her shoulders.

"Jeezus, that's beautiful," Violet sighed, watching as I liberally painted Sarah's smooth back with hot cream.

Finally, it was over.

"You okay, babe?" Violet asked Sarah.

She nodded her head against the floor and whimpered. "Uh-huh."

Violet and I laughed. When I was able to catch my breath, Sarah pushed up on her arms to look at me over her shoulder, smiling happily. I grinned and slapped my sticky cock hard against her ass, and it made a wet sound against her warm skin. I laid my dick along her spine and let the glistening head smear the last dribbles of white goo on her skin.

"Oh!" she jumped with a giggle.

Violet and I laughed again. I slapped her tight little ass with my cock a few more times, then fell back onto the couch. Turning around, Sarah kneeled in front of me and kissed up my knees and thighs. Her lips planted a warm wet kiss low on my semi-hard shaft, then she slowly kissed and licked the sticky fluids from my length. My head lolled over to the side as she slurped on the messy head of my cock. Violet lay curled up beside me, head hanging over the armrest. Thick white goo trickled out of her gaping sex onto the couch.

"Shit," I huffed, making both of them look up at me. "We made a mess."

All of us laughed.

 

Chapter 20

After cleaning up the mess we made in the living room -- okay, most of the mess was my fault -- we took showers, ate a quick bite for lunch, and got the girls ready to go. Both of them needed to go home and pack clothes for orientation. Sarah was totally on board with having Violet live with us. All of us agreed that Paula should live with us too, but we knew there was no way that her uptight parents would allow it without a fight. They wanted her safe and secure in a sorority house. None of us were willing to trust a bunch of vapid girls to take care of Paula though, so we made a pact to look out for her. She may end up living with her sorority sisters, but we were going to keep her around us as much as was humanly possible.

I walked them to the door and gave Sarah a hug, then kissed her firmly and deeply. It was a long kiss, our tongues twisting around one another, tasting each other's mouths. Damn, could she ever kiss.

Violet grinned as she approached me for her turn and said, "I was gonna go with a peck on the cheek, but I think I'd like to try for something better."

I smiled as her arms slipped around my little waist and her lips pressed against mine. Her lips were so full and soft, and her tongue was bigger than mine. Violet turned out to be a fantastic kisser, but like a guy. She dominated my mouth, claimed it. By the time she drew away and winked at me, I was sopping wet.

"Thanks, babe," she waved and got into her car.

I watched them go then headed inside. Most of the rest of the day was spent packing my things. Spending so much time with the girls had really given me a lot of confidence in my new penis. It felt more a part of me now than ever, so it was natural that I went about my chores and packing with it hanging out. It was long and thick, hanging out of my panties, the big head rubbing against my warm thighs as I worked, constant stimulation. I was in the midst of folding laundry when it happened.

I was folding up a warm towel when I heard something rip and the towel was suddenly tented out in front of me. Dropping it to the floor, I saw that my penis was almost fully erect, and my panties were attached to only one leg. I looked at the throbbing pole between my legs and watched it slowly rise. There was a slight curve to the shaft, and by the time the head touched my body, it was lying between my breasts. I chuckled and shook my head, determined to keep working.

I resumed folding laundry. Remembering the towel, I bent over to pick it up. The slimy head of my cock poked me right under my chin, hard enough to bend my shaft and make me yelp. Tilting my head up a little, my fat glans popped out from under my chin and thudded against my nose and mouth. I breathed in the scent of my drooling cock, strangely smelling of both the heady aroma of my sex and the musky odor of masculine arousal. I rubbed my nose back and forth over the head of my cock. Gawd, it felt good. Then I licked it. I slid my hands around the head to gather up the copious arousal oozing out of the end of me, then stroked my cum-slick hands up and down my length.

Moments later, there I stood in the laundry room, bent over at the waist, licking the head of my cock and jacking myself off. Wrapping my lips around the wide head, I sucked my cock into my mouth. Fuck, it felt amazing. Getting an idea, I took my dick out of my mouth and laid some towels down on the hard laundry room floor, then laid down on my back. As I squirmed into position, big drops of thick precum dripped onto my face. One of the big drops hit the corner of my mouth. As I ran my hands up and down the throbbing shaft, I licked the precum into my mouth and swallowed it. Man, I really did taste good.

Grabbing the backs of my knees, I pulled, pushing the head of my dick into my mouth again. In this position, I could push and pull my legs back and forth, fucking my own mouth. My tongue was so soft, mouth so warm and wet. The salacious act of sucking myself off was aphrodisiac in itself. Soon thick precum was flowing steadily into my mouth, enough that I had to swallow a big gulp of it every half a dozen thrusts or so. My cock was throbbing almost painfully. I wanted to suck more of my cock into my mouth though.

Shifting on the floor, I put my legs up on the wall and bent my body almost in half. My cock slid over my tongue and touched the back of my mouth. Feeling the drooling head pressing against my throat made me moan around my wide shaft. I pulled my legs down towards my face. The fat head pushed against the opening of my throat. I gagged, but it felt so good there was no way I could give up. I took a moment to relax and tried again. I pulled, strained, and my cock slid into my throat. So tight, so warm and wet.

It took me a few minutes to get everything down, like breathing between thrusts into my throat, but I got it. Soon I was fucking my cock so far down my throat eagerly. Thick saliva was running over my chin and neck, down my cheeks, matting my hair, making an absolute mess, but I didn't care. The sound of me face-fucking myself was so vulgar in the confined space of the laundry room. Thrusting in and out of my tight throat, I managed to push a finger into my boiling cunt.

Oh. My. God.

On the next thrust into my throat, my cock exploded. Hot cream shot right into my stomach. I came so hard that I almost bent myself in half, shoving so much cock down my throat that it felt like I could reach my pussy. I lay there with my arms wrapped around the back of my thighs, bent almost in half. My dick lurched again and again, spilling warm cum down my throat. I saw stars, then black spots. Ripping my cock out of my throat, I tried to take a breath, but a stream of cum filled my mouth. I turned my head to the side and coughed up the thick cream. My dick spat hot cum on my face over and over, the force of the hot ropes surprisingly powerful.

When I could breathe again, I lay there on the floor, my jerking pole spitting monstrous wads of cum all over my face and in my mouth. Fuck, I tasted good. That pretty much cinched it for me. I was in love with my new dick.

I stroked the shaft, licked and sucked the head, all the while cumming all over myself. My eyes were plastered shut, my entire face coated with a thick layer of goo, and my hair was absolutely matted with warm cream. I could feel the slimy stuff under my shoulders, the towels soaked with cum, squishing noisily beneath me. Unable to stand anymore, I rolled over flat on my stomach. The feel of my long hard length trapped beneath my soft body was amazing. The top of my shaft was stuck between my breasts, and the huge head of my cock was spilling hot cum against my throat with every beat of my heart.

Pushing up onto my arms, I bent my head down and took my cock into my mouth again. I sucked it gently, slurped on the spitting end of me, licking my hot tongue around the swollen crown. Even though my climax was fading, the amount of cream weakly spilling from the big hole in the head of my dick was staggering. Every two pulses completely filled my mouth, forcing me to swallow. I couldn't imagine where so much hot cream was coming from.

At last, it was over. I collapsed onto the squishy towels and took a few minutes to catch my breath, my cock softening beneath my body. When I was able to sit up, I took a look around.

Holy shit!

My cum was everywhere. It completely soaked the towels, pooled on the tile floor around them. My upper body was a mess of thick goo. I looked down at my cock lying on the floor between my legs and shook my head. It wasn't hard anymore, but it was still long and thick. The crown of my penis reached my knees. Picking up my limp dick in both hands, I bent over and lay a soft kiss on the hot spongy head, gave it a soft suck, then kissed it again and hugged it to my breasts.

"Thank you, Freyja," I breathed.

My cock seemed to throb in reply, making me laugh. Needless to say, it took me a while to clean up. I spent the rest of the day doing laundry and setting out clothes to take for orientation. Sarah and I had planned to take my car, but it occurred to me that we hadn't taken into account that Violet and Paula were going with us too. My car could handle three of us with our luggage, but it would be tight. No way could I take all four of us.

After a brief call with Sarah, we had a plan. She was going to borrow her dad's RV. It wasn't one of those monstrous bus conversions, but was decently sized, and it could easily accommodate all of us. The RV had been barely used over the years, so it was practically new. Sarah's dad would take it for a quick tune-up before we headed out the morning after next. I'd only been in the RV once, but remembered that it had plenty of room to lounge around, or do other things.

I glanced over at the nightstand, saw the statue of Freyja there, and smiled. Yep, I was going to like having the RV to us girls.

The rest of the day flew by. I still had a lot to do, tidying up the house, various chores, make sure my laptop was ready to go, and on and on, but there was one thing in particular I wanted to follow up on before we left.

I had a date tomorrow.

 

Chapter 21

I laid there on the bed the next morning, bouncing on the mattress, my legs spread wide, hands behind my knees, pulling them back until my knees almost touched my shoulders.

"Oh gawd yes!" I wailed as Trevor fucked me furiously.

I was completely open to his pounding hips. Managing to lift my head, I looked down my body to watch his glistening cock thrusting into me. Just above that was the hard plane of his chiseled abs, rippling as he fucked me. His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. Glistening rivulets of it trickled down his handsome face, beaded on his masculine chest.

I'd called him before going to bed the night before. Sadly, we couldn't make our movie date, on account of Trevor's father needing his help with a project at home, but I told Trevor I wanted us to have some fun before all of us had to leave for orientation, he was more than happy to come over in the morning, before his dad needed him. He was so eager, in fact, that he woke me up at seven o'clock by knocking on our front door. I'd been groggy with sleep, hadn't showered, wasn't wearing any makeup, and my hair was an absolute mess, but Trevor had just attacked me in the doorway. By the time the door had slammed shut, he'd ripped my top off.

He'd carried me buck naked up the stairs, making me giggle and gasp as he licked and sucked my tits. Once we made it to my room, he'd gone down on me before I could strip him naked. He made me cum twice like that, using only his tongue the first time, then adding his fingers during round two, licking and sucking my cunt while his fingers stroked my g-spot.

We spent the next hour playing with each other, but most of that was me teasing his cock with mouth and hands, keeping him close to the edge, but never letting him come. I wanted Trevor to learn how to hold back on climax, so that both of us could come. Turned out he was a quick learner.

As I panted wantonly, spreading my legs lewdly for him, I marveled at the change of things between us. The changes weren't just physical either. Trevor was more patient, more aware of my needs, how I was responding to him. He did seem bigger now though, longer and thicker. I'd commented on it while teasing him earlier, and he'd said that it was nerves before. He hadn't ever been fully hard with me, not until now. He wasn't enormous, but he didn't need to be. I didn't have near as much room in my body as before.




Strange Days Ch. 18-21



My cock wasn't magical. It didn't just disappear when it wasn't being used. It was still there, long and thick, but inside me. That meant there was less room for other things. Now, Trevor filled me perfectly. It wasn't the good stretching I used to get with my monstrous dildo, a dildo I could no longer use, unfortunately, but his hard dick felt amazing inside me. My insides quivered, the hot walls of my cunt gripping him so fucking tightly. It felt like fiery lava was boiling up from deep in my body. I was going to come, and soon.

Trevor shivered and gasped above me, "Amy...can't...gonna come."

His face was a twisted mask of concentration. Hearing the lust in his voice and feeling his cock swell in my tight little cunt brought me that much closer to the edge.

"It's okay, baby," I soothed him. "Fill me with your cum."

His eyes flew open. I'd never spoken to him like that before. Trevor pulled almost completely out of me, grabbed my ass with both hands, then he rammed every last inch of his hard cock into my quivering gash. I felt the tip of him press right up against my cervix, then my world exploded. Heavenly bliss detonated deep in my core, expanding up and out through my limbs as Trevor's hot cum blew out of him. He ground his spurting trunk into me, spilling his thick cum so deep inside me.

I was in the midst of an open-mouthed scream when he surprised me with a deep kiss. The feel of his hot tongue in my mouth set me off again. I don't know where he learned to do it, but when his seed stopped spilling into me, Trevor stroked my quivering cunt with his cock, slow and deep, almost in perfect rhythm to the waves of climax coursing through me. Turned out that I loved this part the most, when his dick wasn't quite fully erect, but still so warm and thick, pushing in and out of me towards the end of my cum. When the last of the climax rippled through my body, Trevor gave me one last thrust of his half-hard cock. Moving out of the way, he helped me lower my tense legs and flopped down onto his back beside me.

"That was..." he began.

"Fucking incredible!" I squealed with joy, making him laugh.

"Really?" he asked, lolling his head to the side to look at me.

I reached over and cupped his cheek in my hand, answering softly, letting him see the satisfaction in my eyes, "Yes, really."

Rather than the smug grin of pride I expected, Trevor blushed. He smiled just before he kissed me. It was a damn good kiss too. Afterwards, we lay there for a while, petting each other's bodies, exploring. Trevor looked past me then.

"What's that?" he asked, eyebrows pinched together.

"What?" I rolled onto my back to see what he was looking at. It was the statue of Freyja. I'd forgotten to put it away last night. "Oh, it was a birthday present from Sarah. That's Freyja, a goddess of fertility and childbirth."

Trevor gave me a look of horror.

I laughed and rolled on top of him, straddling his waist. "Don't worry. I'm not trying to get knocked up, believe me."

"Well, that's good," he chuckled nervously, then glanced at the statue again, grinning. "I like it."

I blinked at him. "Really?"

Trevor smiled at me and shrugged, stroked his hands along my thighs and hips. "Yeah, dickgirls are hot."

I laughed. "What the hell is a dickgirl?"

"Futanari?" he asked.

I shook my head, not following.

"It's a kind of Japanese pornography," he explained. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of porn Trevor sought out. "Their culture is really different from ours. It's considered homosexual in their culture for a man to view pornography that includes a man."

"So all their porn is girl on girl?" I asked.

"No," he chuckled, then shrugged again. "Well, kind of. A good chunk of their porn is futanari, girls with cocks that still have all their lady parts."

I smiled at him. "And you think futanari is hot?"

Trevor widened his eyes. "Oh, hell yeah."

He thought girls with cocks were hot? Oh, this had promise, but I had to be sure. "That doesn't strike you as a little gay, that you like porn that features girls with dicks?"

"Not at all," he shook his head, sliding his hands up my sides to cup my small breasts. "They're still women."

I sighed as his rough palms slid over my nipples, then I said, "But there's still a dick there."

Trevor shrugged. "There's something incredibly beautiful about two women together, Amy, much more so than a man and woman. That one of them has a dick is even better."

I raised my eyebrows. "Okay, you're gonna have to explain that."

Trevor laughed. One of his hands stayed on my breast, while the other slid up my chest and neck. I felt my insides tighten at the feel of his hands on me. "It's hard for me to imagine two guys actually enjoying sex together, you know? The same goes with two girls. I mean, we kind of all have it encoded in our brains that real sex requires a penis and vagina, and..."

I laughed and couldn't help teasing him, "Penis and vagina?"

"Shut up," he grinned and tweaked my nipple between thumb and finger, making me yelp and grind down against his soft dick, which I noted was no longer very soft.

I slid my wet cunt along his thickening shaft, making him sigh with pleasure. "Go on."

"Whu?" he blinked up at me, then nodded. "Oh, right. So anyway, the concept of good sex without the proper parts is difficult to swallow and..."

"Nice choice of words," I teased again. His cock was long and hard now, the flared end of him leaving a small wet spot on his stomach.

You'd think I'd have been all fucked out, having blazed my sexual way through two of my best friends over the recent days, but in all the pounding sex, my girly parts hadn't received the kind of attention I'd been giving. I was happy to have a cock again. 

Very happy.

Trevor frowned at my teasing, grabbed my hips, and with a slight adjustment of my lower body, shoved his hard cock up inside me.

"Gawd!" I threw my head back and croaked at the feel of him suddenly filling me up.

Trevor held me there for a while, pinned on his dick. When I looked down at him, he smiled mischievously. "As I was saying..." he paused expectantly.

I began moving my hips against him, shifting his cock around in my body, keeping him deep inside me. I sighed dreamily. "Baby, as long as you're inside me, you can say anything you want."

Trevor smiled. "I love watching women together, but when one of them has a dick, I can actually believe the're enjoying themselves as much as I would with a girl."

Arching my back, I reveled in the feel his spongy tip pressing against the roof of my little cunt. I put my hands on my thighs and just took my pleasure from him. Gawd, it felt so good.

"Are you gonna come again?" I asked breathily.

"Not likely," he grinned.

"But you're hard," I frowned.

"Oh, I can get hard again after coming, and I can stay that way for a while, but coming again, definitely not, at least not without a long break." He looked at me for a moment. "Is that okay?"

I smiled and leaned down to kiss him. "It's wonderful, Trevor."

He smiled back when I sat up again, sighing as I sank down on his cock. "You feel really good."

"So do you," I replied breathily.

I rode him like that for a while, at least until I had a small cum. Small, but still fucking amazing. And he was still hard.

"What if you knew a girl that really did have a cock?" I blurted out.

Trevor blinked up at me. "What do you mean?"

I shrugged. "Well, would it still turn you on?"

He grinned and reached around me to grab my ass. "Are you hiding something down there, Amy?"

"Mayyy-be," I smiled coyly.

Trevor chuckled. "No, I don't think a dickgirl would turn me on in real life."

"No?" I tried to keep the disappointment out of my voice.

"Well, actually," he furrowed his brow in thought, then he flashed a beautiful smile. "A dickgirl with another girl would be hot as hell to watch."

Now we were talking! "But you wouldn't want to join in?"

He thought about it, then shrugged. "I guess I would. I mean, I wouldn't want to jerk her off or give her head or anything," he grinned again. "But I'd be more than happy to plug a hole or two while she fucked another girl."

"A hole or two?" I playfully slapped his chest. "Is that all I am to you? A whole or two?" I almost squealed, realizing I had all but confessed I was the dickgirl in this equation. Thankfully, he didn't catch it.

With a devious grin, Trevor suddenly rolled us over. His hard body settled down against mine. I adored the feel of his hard muscled body weighing against me.

"No," he shook his head and fucked deep into my body, so hard and thick. "You're heaven given form."

I smiled at his sincerity.

Trevor fucked three more cums out of me before he had to go. I walked him to the door and kissed him. I'd meant it to be short and sweet, but the kiss quickly grew hot and heavy. We drew apart and held each other's hands.

"Trevor?" I said, looking down, needing to know something. When I finally found the courage to face him, I looked up and asked, "Would you still like me if I was a dickgirl?"

He grinned. "No."

My heart fell into my stomach and my gaze fell to the floor.

"I'd still love you," he said.

I looked up at that, stunned. He cupped my cheek and stroked the corner of my mouth with his thumb.

"You don't have to say anything," he told me, smiling sweetly. "I just wanted you to know."

Trevor loved me? I could barely comprehend it. I didn't feel compelled to say it back, but knew that I felt something for him, something powerful enough to make my legs wobble, my heart go pitter-patter, and my insides grow warm.

"Come see me this week?" I asked dreamily.

"Count on it. Where you are gonna be?"

I frowned. "Actually, I don't know yet. Sarah and I picked out an apartment months ago, but we have to find something bigger now, since Violet is staying with us."

He kissed me sweetly. "Well, just call me when you know."

I smiled, felt myself blushing. "Count on it."



Strange Days Ch. 22-26



Chapter 22

"He said he loves you?" Sarah squealed, shaking my knees with her hands as she leaned forward, eyes wide open.

She'd picked me up in the RV a little while ago. We were sitting in it now, waiting for Violet to come out of her house and join us. I saw her come out with her parents, her dad carrying most of her luggage.

"So?" I looked back to Sarah. "What's the big deal?"

"What's the big deal? Are you fucking kidding me?" she laughed. "Honey, it's a huge deal! I mean, how do you feel about him?"

"I dunno," I shrugged. "I like him, a lot." Sarah raised her eyebrows as I admitted, "A whole lot, actually."

"But do you love him?" she asked.

I regarded her for a moment. It was both easy and difficult to answer. "What I know is how I feel about you, Sarah." All humor fell from her face. At first, I thought it was terror, but then realized it was surprise. "If what I feel for you is love, then no, I don't love Trevor."

Sarah shook her head. Her mouth worked, but nothing came out, then she grabbed my face and kissed me passionately. "I love you too," she whispered against my lips. My stomach flipped a thousand times in a single second, but it was the good kind of stomach flipping. Sarah kissed me again. She drew back before we could be seen by Violet's parents, then she met Violet outside.

"Hey, babe!" Sarah squealed and threw herself at our friend.

They giggled with Violet's mom, letting her dad store her luggage in one of the compartments outside, except for her handbag, of course.

"Take care, baby," her mom kissed her cheek.

"Call us when you get there, okay?" her dad said.

Violet said her goodbyes, and we promised to take care of her. Sarah climbed into the driver's seat. I plopped down into the passenger seat, and Violet settled on her knees between us.

"Great idea grabbing the RV, Sarah," she gushed, running her hands over the polished wood interior and soft leather seats.

"I know, right?" Sarah giggled.

Violet caught my eye and smiled. "Oh, and hi to you too, babe."

She rose up on her knees, grabbed the back of my neck, and French kissed the holy shit out of me. I was breathless when she pulled away.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"I missed your mouth," Violet shrugged, then glanced at my lap and flashed a playful grin. "Among other things."

I blushed furiously and Sarah laughed. When Violet left us to check out the rest of the RV, Sarah grinned at me. "She wasn't the only one that missed parts of you."

I blushed again, but with Sarah, I also managed to give her a coy smile. I was more comfortable with her. The developments with Violet were too new for me to just take those kinds of comments in stride.

"Any job interviews lined up?" I asked Sarah.

"Hmm?" she mumbled, then glanced at me. "Oh...yeah. You know the accounting firm my dad works with now and then?" I nodded. Sarah's father owned a software development company, one he started with his college buddies. His biggest client was an information technology firm in the middle of a huge software overhaul, one that included licensing her dad's latest and greatest stuff. "They're looking for college interns to help with some of the file conversions and disaster recovery tests. Boring stuff, but their office isn't far from campus, and I'll get to work on more interesting projects pretty quickly. They have a fast-track program that was just redesigned from the ground up, and they're eager to try it. What about you?"

I sighed. "I haven't gotten any callbacks yet."

"Nothing?" Sarah widened her eyes.

My passion was photography, specifically fashion model photography. I was stellar, if you believed my mom, but otherwise I think I was pretty good. I'd sent out my portfolio to twenty-two agencies across several states, pretty much anywhere I could afford to go to college. Three requested to see more of my work, and two of those were within an hour of NYU. That was months ago. I hadn't heard from any of them again since.

I shrugged. "We'll see what happens. Was thinking of pestering Armia tomorrow."

"Was that the one that asked for more of your work?" she asked.

"No, that was Dangerous Angels."

Sarah screwed up her face. "Strange name for a modeling agency."

"Not really," I smiled, watching her expression. "Their biggest clients are S&M manufacturers and shops. You know, cuffs, chains, restraints, dildos, strap-ons."

"No shit?" Sarah's eyes widened again. "Oh, you totally need to go work for them."

I laughed. "I'll admit, it sounds fun, but that's not exactly the kind of work I was going for."

"It's not any less reputable than anything else, you know."

"I know," I admitted.

Sarah glanced at me again. "Besides, didn't Barry Watson end up working there?"

Barry was a fairly big nerd from our high school, five or six years ahead of us. His little brother was a friend of Trevor's. I'd met Barry a few times. He was tall, gangly, awkward with girls, but his photography was incredible.

"Yeah, he did," I told her. "Don't get me wrong, his work is beautiful. He can make anything look professional." It was true. Barry maintained a blog showcasing samples of his most recent work. One of my favorites was a series he did of women in the throes of lovemaking, usually involving restraints, strap-on dildos, and some very interesting sexual positions, but no actual moneyshots or anything. Barry managed to capture the beauty of the models, the ecstasy on their faces, the joy of the moment. "I don't know, Sarah. I don't think I'm good enough for that kind of thing yet. Dangerous Angels isn't exactly a starter firm. They're looking for real talent."

"Have you ever tried shooting anything like that?" she asked.

"No, actually, I haven't."

Sarah gave me a coy smile. "Well, I guess we'll have to come up with something."

I raised an eyebrow, definitely intrigued.

"Did I just hear you guys talking about strap-ons?" Violet asked as she made her way back to us.

Sarah and I giggled.

Twenty minutes later, Paula was giving her mom and dad one last hug, then it was our turn with her mom. While Violet gave Paula and her mom a tour of the RV, Paula's dad spoke quietly to me and Sarah.

"Paula has been talking about nothing but the sororities. I know she'll only be staying with you this week, but keep an eye on her, okay?"

"We will, sir," Sarah promised, and I nodded in agreement.

"Thanks, girls," he smiled.

Back in the RV, we hit the road. Sarah was gushing about Trevor professing his love for me. Paula was absolutely beside herself with giddiness, whereas Violet was more reserved. Paula was up front with Sarah, and Violet and I were lounging on the couch, so we had a little privacy.

"She's taking it rather well," she commented.

"Who's taking what well?" I asked.

"Sarah," she laughed, patting my thigh. She left her hand there though. "I'm surprised she wasn't bothered by what happened with you and Trevor."

I frowned. "Why would she be bothered?"

Violet raised an eyebrow at me. "Honey, that girl is crazy in love with you."

"Really?" I asked, surprised. I knew Sarah cared about me, loved me as a friend, but that was it. Although, now that I really thought about it, Sarah had all but confessed feeling something more for me. When we'd been shopping in the mall, she'd told me that she was afraid of how things were going to change between us, how she might come to feel about me. She kind of hinted that her feelings for me were intensifying, and it scared her. "I guess," I shrugged. "She definitely loves me, but I don't think she's in love with me."

Violet grinned and stroked her fingers up my thigh, precariously close to my groin. "Sweetie, I'd fall head over heels for anyone with a cock like yours."

"Oh, stop," I playfully slapped her hand.

We chatted on the couch for a while. Violet had turned to face me, crossing her legs under her. She was dressed comfortably just like the rest of us, a pair of exercise shorts and a tank top. I couldn't help but notice the cleft of her pussy beneath the tight fabric of her shorts. Remembering how soft and full the lips of her puffy cunt had been made things tighten inside me.

"Earth to Amy," she said.

I blinked up at her. "I'm sorry. What did you say?"

With a grin, Violet smoothed her hand down between her legs. "Did you want some of this, sweetie?"

I flushed with embarrassment, tried to say something, but could only swallow.

"Wait here," Violet jumped off the couch and bounced up to the front of the RV. She set her hand on Sarah's shoulder. "I'm gonna borrow your girlfriend for a bit, okay?"

"Have fun," Sarah laughed.

"What did she mean?" Paula asked as Violet came back, grabbed my hand, and hauled me off the couch.

"She's horny," Sarah chuckled.

"Oh," Paula said slowly, then she laughed and called after us. "Oh! Get you some of that, Vi'!"

I felt my cock coming out of my body before Violet got us into the small bedroom at the back. Closing the door, she turned to face me, leaning her shoulders back against the door and striking a sexy pose. She looked me up and down, then fixed her gaze on the huge bulge under my shorts and tee shirt.

"Mmm," she licked her lips and pushed away from the door. Taking my shoulders, she sat me down on the foot of the bed. "Have a seat, sweetie. Let momma take care of you."

I laughed as she leaned in and pushed my tee shirt up over my boobs. Violet tugged my shorts and panties off and threw them aside.

"Oh my gawd," she gasped when my cock was exposed, long and thick. "You're so hard already." She reached out and lightly touched the root of my shaft with her fingers, running her other hand up my length. She cocked her head and smiled. "Is this for me?"

"I suppose it could be," I teased her, raising an eyebrow.

Violet smiled and played with my cock for a little while, jacking me off with her hands while she kissed, licked and nuzzled my swollen breasts and hard nipples. Every now and then, she would gather the glittering drops of fluid from my tip and spread it over my shaft, slickening her hands. It felt fucking awesome.

She stood up and tugged on my cock, so I stood up with her. Violet pushed her shorts off. She hadn't been wearing panties. Guess she planned ahead. She peeled her shirt off and kissed me, turning us around as her tongue probed my mouth. My dick throbbed between us, the fat head of my cock dripping with arousal high on her stomach. Good lord, she could kiss.

"You're so fucking hard," she breathed into my ear, one hand cupping my butt and the other stroking me with a clenched fist.

Still holding my dick, Violet sat on the edge of the bed and laid back. I spread her legs with my arms behind her knees, then I leaned down to lick her tits and suck on her big nipples. Her tits tasted so sweet. Soon she was writhing beneath me, my hard cock rubbing against her stomach.

"I can't get over how big you are," she told me. I felt her hand exploring me again, fingers smoothing down my shaft and underneath until her fingertips found my drooling slit, making me gasp. "You really don't get this big with Sarah?"

I shook my head and drew my hips back, dragging my cock down her body. When the fat end of me dragged over her puffy mound, I shivered.

"Fuck me," she hissed.

Grabbing my cock with one hand, I lined it up and rubbed myself into her wet folds, getting myself nice and slick with her arousal.

"Hurry," she pleaded breathily.

I pushed my dick into her juicy cunt, shivering as her warm wet walls collapsed around me. I moaned, pushing a little deeper and held myself there, reveling in the feel of her body around me.

"Ohmygawd," Violet whimpered. "More. Please, more."

Fixing my gaze where our bodies were joined, I pushed the rest of the way, watching as my wide shaft gradually disappeared into Violet. She got tighter and wetter the deeper my cock slid inside her. When I had her fully cocked onto me, I sighed and leaned down to lick and kiss her tits again.

"You feel so fucking good, Amy," Violet hissed, digging her fingers into my hair.

I began fucking her slow and deep. Within seconds, I knew I wouldn't last long. I was too horny and she was just too tight and wet. I increased the pace of our fucking, driving into her harder, faster.

"Oh gawd, yes," she moaned, licking her lips. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Amy. Jeezus, fuck me."

Spreading her legs just a little wider, I managed to cram more of my cock into her. Violet clung to my forearms as I fucked in and out of her soft body, gaze riveted to her bouncing tits. I couldn't get over how good she felt, the soft walls of her hot core squeezing me, milking me. Remembering the awesome fuck the day before with Trevor, I dragged her down the bed until her ass was hanging over the end, then I leaned down until her knees nearly touched her shoulders, tilting her pelvis up. Every time I thrust down into her clasping cunt, my cockhead nudged against her cervix.

"Ohgawd!" Violet wailed.

My thick dick slashed in and out of her with ease, she was so wet. It felt like I was fucking a cauldron of magma. Suddenly, her cunt went berserk on my tool.

"Coming!" she squealed and creamed on my pistoning dick.

I fucked her through her climax. By the time her second cum took her over, I was getting close to my own. Violet panted wantonly and pushed her mountainous breasts together with her hands.

"Come on my tits," she gasped.

That did it. Hot cum shot up my shaft. I pulled out of her and blasted her with a pinkie-thick stream of thick jizz. It shot out so hard that it pasted her with a line of cream from her navel to her chin. Gasping for breath, I shot wad after huge wad of cum all over her heaving bussom.

"Yes," Violet hissed, pursing her lips like the vixen she was. "So much cum."

More cum blew out of me. Violet smeared the warm goo all over her tits until the entirety of her soft mounds were shiny with the stuff. When it was over, I let my cock slap against her stomach and eased her legs down, then fell on my back beside her on the bed.

Turning over, Violet crawled up the bed over me, dragging her tongue up my shaft and giving the head of my cock a brief suck. She licked one of my nipples and kissed me, shoving her tongue into my mouth. Her big cum-coated breasts made a mess of my chest.

"Thanks, babe," she smiled down at me, brushing hair out of her eyes. "That was fucking delicious."

 

Chapter 23

After we cleaned up and got back into our clothes, Violet and I made our way to the front of the RV. She squeezed my hand affectionately. I plopped myself down on the couch while she rummaged around in the refrigerator for something to drink.

"I should make you drive for a while, Vi," Sarah grumbled.

Violet giggled. "Happy to, babe."

Sarah glanced at her in a mirror. "Have you ever driven an RV?"

"No," she shrugged.

Sarah grumbled again. "Thought not."

Violet strode up and kissed Sarah's cheek. "Don't worry, babe. I'll be sure to leave some for you." Sarah laughed, then Violet turned to Paula. "You really should try it, honey."

Paula glanced at me for a moment and blushed furiously. "I...I'll just...I mean I..."

Violet and Sarah giggled.

At girl's night, Paula had been the one to kick off the ultramolesation of me in front of the television. She'd been free with her kisses, but that was all. Well, kind of. When Sarah'd convinced me to reveal my girlcock to them, Paula had actually been the first to ask if she could touch it, and the first to make the move to do so, only Violet had beaten her to the punch, fairly tackling me. Paula liked playing around with girls, that much was obvious, but I wondered if Violet blowing the shit out of me on the living room floor had scared her off. Paula didn't seem weirded out by what was going on between Violet and Sarah and I, but she didn't seem interested in partaking either. I respected that.

"Leave her alone, girls," I chided them, giving Paula an encouraging smile.

"Just playing, sweetie," Violet patted Paula's shoulder.

We arrived at campus late in the afternoon, just enough time to register for orientation. We had already pre-registered, so we got to use the fast lines. It was a sea of perfume and cologne, and sweaty bodies. It was too damned hot for this many students. When that was done, it was time to check out our prospective apartments. One of the leasing offices stayed open late for us. The apartment was nice, plenty enough room, but I thought they were asking for a bit much.

After grabbing a bite to eat at a small bistro, we got settled into the RV. Violet and Paula got set up on the couch, which unfolded into a small bed, while Sarah and I took the bedroom at the back. Stripping down, I started to pull a night shirt out of my bag.

"You won't need that," Sarah told me.

I looked up to see her climbing into bed, naked as the day she was born. Her big boobs wobbled on her chest enticingly as she moved. Grinning, I dropped the night shirt and climbed into bed beside her. Sarah shifted under the covers, straddling me, pushing her hair aside and kissing me deeply. Her warm breasts smooshed against mine, nipples hard. Licking the roof of my mouth, making me moan for her, Sarah smoothed her hand down my belly and took hold of my aching erection.

"You're not wasting any time," I laughed breathily.

Gazing at me heatedly, she rubbed me into her folds and sank right down on my cock. She was so fucking tight I groaned, grabbed her hips, and dug my fingers into her warm skin. She hadn't quite made it all the way down when she rose up, leaving only the end of me still inside her, then speared her body with my cock again, only deeper this time.

"I missed you," she breathed, kissing me sweetly.

I smoothed a hand up her back as she slowly fucked me. She was so tight and warm, so wet. Pushing up onto her arms, Sarah rode me, pushing both down and back as I began thrusting up into her.

"You fuck me so good, Amy," she sighed.

I cupped her breasts in my hands, loving the feel of her nipples digging into my palms.

"Pretty sure you're doing all the fucking," I chuckled.

Sarah laughed and sat up straight. Every last centimeter of my long dick pushed inside of her, the head of my cock snuggled deep in her clasping vagina, pressed against the end of her. She shimmied her hips for a little while, massaging her insides with my hard length. Sarah leaned back further, her hands on my thighs. The position pushed my cockhead hard against her warm upper walls, making my shaft throb. Her head hung back and her chest rose and feel with deep gasping breaths.

Sitting up, I crossed my ankles behind her and gripped her hips, holding her in my lap. I ground her down onto my cock, rubbing her warm wet walls with every inch of me. I leaned forward and licked her breasts.

"Ohgawd," Sarah cooed. She hugged my head to her chest, fingernails digging into my back and shoulder.

Leaning back a little, I licked and kissed her beautiful nipples, sucking them into my mouth, teasing them hard and harder until she shivered with every swipe of my tongue and nip of my teeth. Grabbing her ass with both hands, I heaved her up. Sarah got her feet under her, and together, we fucked her up and down my aching dick. The feel of my wide cockhead pushing her open, back and forth, slow and deep, it was simply amazing. I could stay inside Sarah's pussy forever and be perfectly happy.

Grabbing my hair, Sarah jerked my head back and kissed me hard, all tongue and teeth. I fucked her harder, faster. My cock swelled in her cunt.

"Gonna come," I warned her.

"Gawd, yes," she gasped between kisses. "Spray your goo in my little cunt, baby."

I groaned loudly, my dick jerked hard, and a torrent of hot cream blew out of me. Sarah jerked in my arms with every hot pulse, massaging my spurting cock with her steamy cunt. Soon, warm cream was flowing out of her overstuffed pussy and down over my wet slit.




Strange Days Ch. 22-26



"You come so hard," she whimpered, leaning down to kiss my forehead.

With little full-body spasms, my climax abated. Sarah rubbed her cheek against my temple and held me, occasionally twirling her hips on my lap, rubbing my cock with her cum-soaked pussy.

"Thank you," she whispered.

I laughed and rolled us over.

"Oh!" she squealed.

"We're not done," I told her.

I fucked her until I filled her with cum again. By the time it was over, we'd made a huge wet spot on her side of the bed. We didn't bother changing the sheets though. Sarah just snuggled up on my side, practically lying on top of me. Eventually, we ended up on our sides, facing each other. Sarah was stroking my face and neck with her fingertips, her eyes closed. I rubbed her smooth back and nicely rounded hip.

"Are you okay with Trevor and me?" I finally found the courage to ask.

Sarah opened her eyes. "Are you?"

I took a moment to think about it. I really liked Trevor, a lot. It was possible I was beginning to love him, though as a friend or more, I wasn't sure yet. I absolutely knew I loved Sarah, wanted to be with her, hated to be away from her. I knew I couldn't have them both, but if I had to choose, I knew it would be Sarah.

I nodded. "I am."

She smiled and kissed me. "Then so am I."

I kissed her back, loving her so much I couldn't keep what I was feeling out of that kiss. Sarah cooed into my mouth and curled her leg over my thigh, hugging me tightly. My cock was hard between us. After a moment, she drew back a touch to look at me, eyes glittering with feeling.

"Make love to me," she whispered.

I kissed her, took my hard length in hand and slid it inside her. She sighed and hugged me again. Soon I was stroking in and out of her body, kissing and nibbling on her lips, her big warm breasts pancaked to my chest. She was so beautiful when she came for me. I made love to her until she wept, until she shivered in my arms, until she was breathless and I cried out, spilling my release inside her.

 

Chapter 24

The next couple of days were a wild blur. We ran around campus like ants in a fire, familiarizing ourselves with the grounds as quickly as possible, meeting our professors and fellow classmates, spending what felt like hours upon hours with our guidance counselors. Of course, we didn't get to do all of this together. That would have been humane, to have the company of friends. Honestly, I was pretty terrified. College was huge compared to high school, an entirely different world, so many more students. There was one thing that was wonderful though.

Cliques.

They were different here. It was like a giant reboot. I didn't have to worry about my reputation, the people I knew – aside from my closest friends, of course – guys I dated, nothing. Hardly any of my fellow students knew me from high school, and those that did only knew me by name. I could count on one hand the number of girls on campus that traveled in the same social circles as Sarah and me. Hell, even Violet and Paula were from different circles.

That isn't to say that we didn't form a bond though. All of us were scared on some level, or at the very least, intimidated as all get-out. We banded together, supported each other. I only hoped it would continue when the semester started up in three weeks.

As for apartments, we didn't have much luck. All of them ended up charging too much for the condition they were in, lack of amenities, or any other number of reasons. It was the end of the third day that we hit the jackpot, though we certainly didn't think so at first.

"You have got to be kidding me," Sarah gawked at the apartment in front of us, a last minute suggestion by the agent both my mom and Sarah's parents hired.

We were standing on the sidewalk, shaking our heads, muttering expletives, or sighing; pretty much anything to express our displeasure. I wouldn't even have called it an apartment. It was an old rundown commercial building. The plaster was crumbling away from the brick exterior in places. Most of the windows were broken, except for the top floor, four stories up. The door to the main entrance was heavy and solid, but beaten to hell, and a hastily erected iron gate barred the small courtyard leading to the main door. At least the door and gate had good locks. Oh, and I say courtyard, since there we planting beds and a fountain, but there was nothing alive in the there, nor was there any water in the fountain.

"I know it looks bad from here," Wanda, our real estate agent said as she unlocked the gate and swung it open. Her long brown hair swished about her back as she stepped into the courtyard.

"You think?" Violet huffed.

Wanda only smiled behind her glasses. "But wait until you see inside. I'm telling you, you girls got lucky today."

I shared a look of supreme doubt with the girls, but we followed Wanda inside anyway. She talked to us as she led us to a huge freight elevator – I swear, you could fit a car in it – at the end of a short hall with a few doors on either side.

"This property was listed incorrectly as commercial, but I caught the mistake at the last minute. This whole area was commercial property back in the seventies, but was rezoned when most business moved uptown. Lots of artists and musicians have taken up residence here now. This place just hit the market again. Extensive renovations have been completed on the top floor, and more are ongoing elsewhere throughout the building."

As the second and third floors were revealed through the elevator gates, I could see them littered with construction materials, like buckets of paint, stacks of lumber, and sheetrock.

"For now, it would just be the four of you girls," Wanda smiled at us. "But some day you'll have neighbors. Of course, you'll have the prime floor." The elevator came to a halt and Wanda squealed. "And here we are!"

She threw the gates open, but I could already see that beyond the elevator, it was a single open space. And it was huge.

"Now don't worry about the elevator," Wanda told us as she led the way, backing into the apartment. She tugged on a strap just outside the gates. "It can't be operated without a key, and this is your privacy door." She pulled the heavy sliding door down once we were out. It was in desperate need of a fresh coat of paint, but it slid down its tracks easily. "It takes the same key."

"Holy cow," Sarah said, looking around.

"I know!" Wanda gushed, spreading her arms out wide. "Isn't it just massive?"

She went on about the history of the building and told us more about the renovations. I shook my head, having a hard time believing it was real. There had to be as much square footage as a small house. It was in good shape too. The floor was all well cared for hardwood, the walls were brick, and the ceilings were open. You could see the air ducts up there, but everything had been painted black, like in some restaurants.

Iron support pillars were spaced evenly but pretty far apart from each other throughout the space. The water heater and fuse box were tucked away to one side. It was odd, seeing electrical piping and plumbing visible on the walls and ceiling, but it added a neat industrial feel to the space.

The kitchen was off in one corner, open to the rest of the apartment, naturally. There was a clawfoot bathtub on one side of the apartment, but what really got me was the shower on the opposite side. It had the only two interior walls, though they didn't go all the way up to the ceiling. It was a big open design, very modern, two sides wide open to the apartment. There was a concrete lip to keep the water from getting to the rest of the apartment. There were four shower heads too, two to either tiled wall. Looked like all four of us girls could shower at once in there.

"Why is it so cheap?" Violet asked.

Wanda smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Well, the owner of the building used to live here, but his mother's health is declining, so he moved to help take care of her. He doesn't rely on the place for money. Apparently the previous owner sold the building to him for practically nothing. Then of course there is the issue with the lack of interior walls. Most people like their privacy. But really, putting up partitioning walls is easy-peasy."

"What do you think?" Sarah asked after coming over to me and taking my hands in hers.

I looked around. Actually, I liked it, a lot. The best part were the windows on the north and east walls. They were huge, affording a lovely view of the city outside. My only concern was the lack of walls and privacy. The three of us would be living here, and I had no doubt that Paula would be spending a lot of time here too, even if she managed to join a sorority. My immediate concern was what that would do to my sex life. I mean, it's not like any of us would be bringing guys home and not have the rest of us hear everything going on.

Then again, I reminded myself of the RV. Sarah and Violet and I had had sex in that, and there was no real privacy there either, at least not sound-wise. In fact, I think having sex with Violet had turned Sarah on big time, and the reverse was the same for Violet. Both of them had been attacking me every day of orientation. Not that I was complaining, of course.

There was some work to be done on the apartment. We needed to put up some walls for the bedrooms, and maybe doors. We could talk to our parents about that. No doubt there would be students in the area with experience and a need for the cash to do the work.

I squeezed Sarah's hands and smiled at her. "I love it."

She gave me a big smile and kissed me. It wasn't a short kiss, but it was really tender.

"That settles things on my end," Wanda said, making us look at her. She was smiling too.

"What does?" I asked.

She gestured at me and Sarah. "The owner said we could only rent this out to someone that deserved it. In his exact words, he said 'Don't you dare rent it out to a bunch of dickhead frat boys.'"

We laughed at that.

I glanced at Violet and Paula. "What do you think?"

Paula squealed. "Yes!"

Violet nodded and came over to join me and Sarah.

"Not much privacy," I told Violet.

She set her hand on my hip and kissed me, quick but with tongue, then grinned and bounced her eyebrows at me. "What do we need that for?"

I laughed. With Paula nodding and smiling widely, the three of us shared a look and said in unison, "We'll take it!"

 

Chapter 25

Wanda was beside herself, she was so happy. We signed our lease and got our keys the same day. Wanda showed us how to turn on the tankless water heater, which we did. Yay for endless hot water! We decided to park the IV in the covered lot behind the building for the rest of our stay. Might as well use the shower and tub in the apartment, rather than the tiny shower in the RV. Trevor called the afternoon before we had to go back home. He couldn't wait to see the apartment, and I couldn't wait to see him. I needed to clean up first though, so I got a change of clothes and my toiletries bag from the RV, then headed up to the apartment to take a shower.

Here's what I didn't expect.

"I can't believe we landed this place!" Violet gushed.

"I know," Sarah shook her head. "I had to pinch myself twice to make sure I wasn't dreaming."

Paula laughed. "I'm only dreaming over this shower. You guys are gonna have a hard time keeping me out of here."

Yep, you've got it right. All four of us girls were in the shower, together. Paula was a little shy at first, but I think it helped that my goddess given penis wasn't on display. But damn, was there ever a lot of yummy looking boobs for me to ogle. When we were clean, we reveled in the endless supply of hot water, letting it soothe our sore bodies. I was pretty sure we'd walked a million miles in just under a week.

A voice made us jump.

"You got room in there for me, Amy?"

Trevor peeked around the shower wall. When he saw the others, his eyes practically shot out of his head, and the others squealed.

"Oh my God!" Trevor yelped and ducked back out of sight.

"Trevor!" Paula cried out, covering her naughty bits.

"I'm so sorry!" he apologized.

Trevor went on and on. All of us were laughing our asses off.

"Keep your eyes on the elevator, bub!" Sarah teased him.

"No problem," he called out.

The girls toweled off and got dressed, then headed down to the RV, leaving me with Trevor.

"Okay, it's safe now," I called out. Trevor came into view, and his mouth fell open. I was still naked, letting the hot water pour over my shoulders from behind me. I crooked a finger at him, beckoning him to me. "Come here."

With a grin, Trevor stripped out of his clothes in a flash and pounced on me. I giggled as his hands eagerly explored my body and he kissed and nibbled at my neck. He was so hard that I couldn't help but touch him. He felt like a steel pipe covered in soft velvet.

"I missed you," He breathed as he lowered me to the shower floor and kissed me.

"I missed you too...gawd!" I gasped as he slid inside me. Holy hell, did he ever have me ready for him, and he felt huge inside me.

He pushed up onto his arms above me and began moving his hips, sliding in and out of me. His eyes were locked with mine, glittering with intensity. There was something there, a look I hadn't ever seen before, but he was fucking me so good that I couldn't focus, didn't want to focus. I hooked my ankles on his butt and urged him to fuck me harder. I could feel his heavy testicles slapping against the crack of my behind. I could hardly catch my breath. In the midst of pounding into me, Trevor leaned down and kissed me, slow and deep. He brought me screaming into his mouth and I felt him pulse inside me.

He let his weight settle down on me. Gawd, he felt so good. But he was quiet, and I could feel him shaking a little. He grew soft inside me and slipped out.

"Trevor?" I said softly, running a hand through his wet hair. "What's wrong?"

Slowly, he pushed up onto his elbows to look at me. He was holding his breath.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I asked, cupping his cheek.

He took a deep breath and said, "I got accepted at Princeton."

"That's wonderful!" I squealed and hugged him.

He frowned when I let him go and laid back down on the shower floor. "You're not upset?"

"Are you kidding?" I pushed up onto my elbows. "Trevor, you've been dying to get into Princeton."

"But I thought..." he started, frowning harder, and he shook his head. "I thought you would want me to go here, with you."

"I won't lie," I told him, cupping his cheek again. "I want you here with me, but I also want you to realize your dreams. You've talked about Princeton since grade school."

"Yeah, I know," he sighed and lowered his forehead to mine. "But that was before you and I..." he pushed up to look at me. "Wait, you remember that from grade school?"

I blushed and nodded.

Trevor grinned. "Did you have a crush on me?"

I glared at him, then smiled and changed the subject to spare myself any further embarrasment. "Princeton isn't that far from NYU."

He nodded. "I know, but..."

"But what?" I asked when he hesitated. Then something hit me, a suspicion. "Trevor, were you hoping we would live together?"

"No," he chuckled, then turned serious. "I mean yes. No!"

He was so nervous I laughed. I patted his chest. "Help me up, goofball."

Back on our feet, I rinsed off under the spray of forever-hot water.

"I guess I just wanted to see where things might take us," he said beside me, rinsing off too.

I shrugged. "We can still do that. We'll just have to take it in steps, what with the distance thing and all."

Trevor blinked with surprise. "You mean you still want to see each other? As more than just friends?"

I bit my lower lip and nodded.

Trevor beamed and wrapped me up in a huge hug. He twirled me around the shower, making me laugh. When he stopped and set me down, he asked, "Give me the tour?"

When we were toweled off and dressed again, I called the girls, telling them the coast was clear. They joined us in the apartment. I gave Trevor the tour and we told him some of our ideas. He seemed as excited about the apartment as we were, but then he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and sighed.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He looked at me for a moment. "I miss it already."

"Miss what?"

Trevor grinned. "The shower."

Sarah laughed. "That's only because you saw all of us naked in it."

"So," he shrugged and gave her a grin.

Sarah matched his grin and raised an eyebrow.

Trevor looked back to me. "So what are you guys doing tonight?"

"Party at Delta Pi Epsilon," Paula gushed.

"Todd Redding's frat?" Trevor screwed up his face.

"And Johnny's," Paula said dreamily.

Trevor raised his eyebrows at Paula, who didn't notice, then he whispered to me, "But he's such a dick."

I chuckled quietly and nodded. "Yeah, I know. We're gonna keep an eye on her."

Trevor looked at me for a moment, then regarded Paula, and with genuine concern. "Good."

"Hey," I took his hand in mine. "We were gonna grab a bite to eat, if you'd like to join us."

"I'd love to," he said with a frown. "But I'm helping my sister get settled in."

"Tabitha's going here?" I asked, surprised.

Trevor grinned. "Princeton's not much on film and fine arts."

"Oh, right," I smiled. I'd forgotten Trevor's sister dreamed of becoming a movie star.

"Both of you can come with us," Sarah offered and came up to join us, sliding her arm around my waist. It felt kind of possessive. Trevor seemed to notice too, because he glanced down at her arm and quirked an eyebrow for about half a second. Sarah just smiled at him. "We can help you get her settled in after."

Trevor shrugged. "Yeah, okay. I'll call her."

As he stepped away with his cell phone to his ear, I glanced aside at Sarah and grinned. "Possessive much?"

"What?" she asked innocently. "If I have to share you, he should know who he's sharing you with too."

I raised an eyebrow. "Really now?"

Sarah smiled cutely. "Uh-huh."

I looked at Trevor's back. "I'm kinda surprised. I wasn't sure if you wanted anyone to know, so I haven't told anyone."

Sarah looked at him too, then at me. "I don't mind if Trevor knows."

"Really?" I asked her.

To that, Sarah smiled and pulled me into her, kissing me slow and sweet, but it was definitely not the way friends kiss each other.

"Stop kissing my girl in front of me," Trevor growled, the intensity of his tone making me jump. He was frowning as he shoved his phone into the pocket of his jeans. "How am I supposed to go to dinner with all of you with a raging boner?"

My eyebrows went up and Sarah laughed out loud.

I turned my back to Sarah to face Trevor, and she pulled me back against the front of her, both arms around my waist now, and her chin on my shoulder. I held out my hand to Trevor, which he took. "It doesn't bother you?"

He glanced at Sarah, shrugged, and said with a grin, "Nah. She's totally hot."

Sarah chuckled on my shoulder and kissed my ear before stepping away. "Oh, he's a keeper."

When she joined up with Violet and Paula by the elevator, I turned to Trevor. He put his arms around me and smiled. "So you and Sarah, huh?"

"We're close," I shrugged.

His smile widened, reaching his eyes. "I can see that."

Trevor's sister met us at the restaurant, an Italian bistro us girls had gone to for lunch our second day here. She already had a table for us, and the moment I saw her, I was reminded of how stunningly gorgeous she was.

Tabitha was tall and lean, at least a couple inches taller than me or Sarah. Her hair was such a dark brown as to almost be black, and she had the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen. Her flawless skin was milky white, and her smile lit up the entire room. She was wearing a dark brown tank top and black jogging shorts with brown leather sandals. I also remembered why I was murderously jealous of her. Tabitha rarely ever wore makeup, because she didn't need it. She truly was beautiful.




Strange Days Ch. 22-26



Funny thing was that I wasn't jealous now. Maybe it was because there was so much sex to go around for me these days.

"Hey big brother!" Tabitha squealed and jumped into his arms, hugging him fiercely.

Trevor laughed and spun her around a couple times.

Okay. Now I was jealous.

She was a year younger than Trevor, but a year ahead in school, so she graduated with us. They were so different, with her dark hair and pale skin, while his was blonde and golden, respectively. But they were close siblings, closer than most brothers and sisters I'd met, more like really good friends.

"Hi, Amy," Tabitha smiled at me when Trevor set her down.

It was a familiar and knowing smile. She laid her hand on Trevor's chest, and he blushed when his eyes met mine. How much had Trevor told her about us?

"How are you, Tabby?" I offered my hand.

Tabitha snorted, grabbed my hand, and jerked me into a squealing hug. She already knew Sarah, so after their brief exchange of pleasantries, I introduced her to Paula and Violet. Taking our seats at the table, Sarah sat to one side of me, and Trevor to the chair on my other side.

As we ate and chatted away, Sarah's hand settled high on my thigh, while Trevor's arm slid around my waist. I felt his hand touch her elbow at my hip. They leaned forward a little to look at each other. I glanced between them nervously, but then they broke eye contact, both of them grinning. I noticed Tabitha staring at the three of us.

"So, Amy," she said, leaning forward and putting her elbow on the table and chin in her hand. "Trevor said you found an apartment?"

I opened my mouth to reply, but Violet gushed, going on and on about how awesome it was.

"Wow, she's more excited than we are," I said quietly.

Sarah smiled and whispered in my ear. "That because she'll get to fuck you as often as she wants."

Trevor took a sharp breath, and both mine and Sarah's eyes flew wide open. Slowly, I turned my head to look at him.

Trevor raised an eyebrow. "Wow. You must be good."

Sarah burst out laughing, making me jump, and Trevor smiled at her.

"Good at what?" Tabitha asked.

Trevor came to the rescue. "Oh, uh, her photography."

"Oh, that's right," Tabitha leaned forward again. "You're talented with a camera."

I patted Trevor's leg. Nice save, baby.

"Actually, I need some new headshots and stuff," Tabitha said. "Would you be interested?"

I took a deep breath to tell her I didn't think that was such a good idea, that she should have a professional do it, but Sarah interrupted.

"She'd love to," she grinned at me, then gushed at Tabitha. "Oh, the apartment will be great for this. Edgy backdrop, I think."

Sarah and Violet told her about the brick walls, dark wood floors, black ceilings and the two walls of huge windows. Now that I thought about it, they were right. It was a good place to shoot. Maybe I should set aside part of the apartment for my studio.

"That's a great idea!" Tabitha beamed, then asked me, "What do you think, Amy?"

Needing fresh work for my portfolio, if I wanted even a slim chance of getting a job out here, I nodded. "Sure."

"Great!" she gushed, then frowned. "Oh, but you guys are going back home in the morning, aren't you? And you won't be back until the semester starts?"

I shared a look with Sarah and Violet, "Well, that was the plan, but..."

They nodded, and Sarah said, "Yeah, there's too much work to do on the apartment, so I think we're going to come back as soon as we get everything packed up."

"Monday? Tuesday?" Violet suggested.

"Probably Tuesday, yeah," I agreed, and so did Sarah.

Tabitha leaned back in her chair. "Okay, great. Call me when you get back and I'll help you settle in."

"Sounds good."

Paula gave me a pleading look, tapping at her watch. Oh, the party!

"Crap," I looked at Sarah. "The party."

Sarah sighed. "Right."

"Oh, come on," Paula pleaded, I think worried that we were going to bail on her. "It'll be fun."

"What party?" Tabitha asked.

"Delta Pi Epsilon," Trevor grunted.

Tabitha screwed up her face. "Todd Redding?"

"Yep," he nodded, making a popping sound at the end.

"You wanna go?" Violet asked.

Tabitha held up her hand and laughed. "Uh, no thanks. Todd's a creep."

"We have to get Tabby settled in anyway," Trevor said.

On our way out, Tabitha left to get her car, and Trevor walked us back to the RV. He held me back until the others went inside.

"I really don't like you girls going alone," he told me quietly.

He was so worried about us. It was really sweet. I kissed him and gave him a hug.

"We'll be watching out for each other. Don't worry."

He held me, took a deep breath with his nose buried in my hair. His arms tightened around me, and I felt a bulge growing in his pants, pressed against my belly.

"I'm gonna go crazy without you," he said softly.

"Jerk off and you'll be fine," I teased.

Trevor leaned away and rolled his eyes. "So not the same."

I laughed and gave him another kiss.

"Hey, Tabby can be a bit of a diva at time," Trevor warned me. "Don't let her walk all over you during your shoot."

"I won't."

He turned away, stopped, and looked at me again. "And don't believe a word she says about me, unless it's something good, then you can believe it."

I laughed and kissed him again. We made a promise to stay in touch. When he was gone, I joined the girls in the RV. We had a party to attend.

 

Chapter 26

The Delta Pi Epsilon frat house looked like every other frat house I'd seen in movies, only nicer. It was a big old home, converted to house a lot of fraternity brothers. In the movies, most frat houses have a rundown look to them, like walls that need a fresh coat of paint, floors that need refinishing, and on and on. This one was actually in pretty good shape. Some of the walls still had old wallpaper on them, but it was fairly neutral stuff, vertical stripes with three shades of beige. The hardwood floors gleamed. Every bit of wood was darkly stained and polished to a bright shine, like your fingers would come away goopy with oil if you touched anything. The most modern things in the place were the huge flat panel televisions in the lounge and living room.

Finding the beer was a pretty easy affair. I mean, seriously, how can you miss fourteen shiny kegs stacked up in a kitchen? Sarah passed on drinking, since she was driving, and I passed because I didn't want her to be the only sober person here. Violet went right for the beer, but not without complaint. Turns out she's a cocktail girl.

Keeping an eye on Paula turned out to be a challenge. She disappeared in the crowded living room when I blinked.

Muttering a curse, I wormed my way through the crowd with Sarah in tow.

Sarah bounced up on her toes a couple of times, then pointed over the crowd. "There she is."

After bouncing up myself, I saw her raven black hair and made my way over. She was standing next to a rather tall guy in his early twenties. His hair was dirty blonde and pretty shaggy. His clothes looked old and worn, but he made it look trendy, as opposed to grunge. His eyes were bright blue and he was in really good shape. Though his tee shirt looked like it would fall apart any second, he filled it out nicely. All in all, he was handsome. The moment he smiled, I realized who he was.

"Hey, guys!" Paula chirped, turning to face us. "This is Todd."

Todd draped his arm around Paula's shoulders, letting his hand hang down over her chest. I frowned, knowing what he was up to. If anyone bumped into the back of him, he could get a quick grope in on Paula's chest and feign innocence. Paula was blessed with big boobs, but the light sundress she was wearing did accentuate her lean figure. She looked good, actually.

"Hey, I remember you," Todd said to me, snapping the fingers of his other hand. "Amy, right?"

I nodded. "That's right."

Todd smiled again and offered his hand. "Welcome to Delta Pi Epsilon."

I shook his hand. As he let it fall to his side, someone bumped into him from behind. Todd promptly clamped his hand over Paula's right breast to keep his balance. She yelped and he straightened up, releasing her breast to hold her shoulders.

"Oh, man. Sorry about that," he told her, convincingly apologetic. "Totally didn't mean for that to happen."

Paula laughed and brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. "Oh, no problem."

"Yeah, accidents happen, right?" I said, looking at Todd.

Sarah put her hand on my back, as though to say 'down girl'. Todd didn't exactly scowl at me, but it wasn't a friendly look.

"Paula!" someone squealed behind us.

A bubbly blonde pushed her way through the crowd, followed by three more similarly bouncy blondes. I guessed these were the Alpha Sigma Zeta's that Todd had put in a good word with for Paula.

Todd leaned down to Paula and said quietly, "Good luck."

And just like that, Paula was dragged off with the girls.

"I'll take first watch," Sarah whispered in my ear.

She took off into the crowd, and when I turned back, Todd had moved closer to me, and he had a beer in his hand now. He looked me up and down, then sneered. "You her guard dog?"

"Pissed on her shoes and everything," I told him.

Todd took a swig of his beer. He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, like he was trying to decide if he should see what more I was made. He surprised me a genuine smile. "I like you."

I made to move past him and patted his chest. "Well, that makes two of us, because I think I'm fucking fantastic."

He laughed loudly behind me.

I meandered about for a few minutes, politely declining drinks and offers to dance from boys of various ages. I was surprised by how many guys were flirting with me. At first, I blushed at their advances, but by the seventh guy in as many minutes, I was feeling pretty good about myself. I might have even been strutting a little.

Might.

I managed to meet a few nice people over the next hour. The nicest one was Phillip Wilkins, kind of a nerdy looking guy, but nice to talk to, and he was either gay or I was the exact opposite of his type. I'd approached him when I saw him taking pictures with a rather nice Canon camera, one of the latest digital SLR models. Phillip had no interest in joining the fraternity, but a couple of his friends were there, and the frat brothers wanted someone to take pictures of the party. I gushed over the specs of his camera for about twenty minutes before Violet found me.

"There you are!" she slipped up beside me and put her arm around my waist, a full cup of beer in hand. "Wanna dance?"

I shook my head at her, smiling. "Violet, this is Phillip," I gestured at him. "He's a photographer too."

"Cool," she grinned at him after looking him over and pulled me tight against her. "You take pictures of naked girls making out?"

Phillip blinked. "I don't-huh?"

"Naked girls. Making out. You shoot 'em?" she repeated.

I gave her a questioning look.

Phillip smiled nervously. "No, but I guess there's a first for everything, right?"

"That's the spirit!" Violet punched her fist in the air, then said to me. "Let's go upstairs and burn up his camera."

"Violet!" I laughed.

Phillip was grinning ear to ear.

"Sorry, she's had too much to drink," I told him.

Violet bumped my hip with hers. "This is, like, my second beer!"

"Like I said," I drolled.

"Whatever," Violet huffed, then glanced at Phillip. "Amy is setting up a studio in our apartment next week."

"Really?" he asked. I nodded. "You need a hand with anything? I set up my own studio back home."

He seemed nice enough, so I shrugged. "Sure."

After a few minutes getting to know each other, an ebony skinned girl with short hair came up to us. She was really quite pretty, with big brown eyes and a nice figure. She reminded me of a smaller version of Halle Berry. She slipped her arm around Phillip's waist and tucked herself against his side possessively.

"Whatcha doin', Phil?" she asked, but she was looking at us.

Phillip introduced us. "Mona, this is Amy and..."

"Violet," she finished for him, extending her hand to Mona.

Mona shook Violet's hand and held it, looking her up and down, then said, "He's taken."

"That's okay. Not interested," Violet smiled, giving me a squeeze, then said to Phillip. "No offense."

Phillip grinned. "None taken."

Mona looked Violet up and down again. "So, what, girls more your thing?"

Violet smiled ear to ear. "Only if they're cocked like a bull."

"Oh my God," I muttered and looked away to hide the one-trillion degree blush that exploded across my face.

Mona laughed and patted Phillip's side. "I like this one."

The four of us hit it off pretty well. Mona and Phillip were both from Dallas, Texas. They met in high school and had been friends ever since, though Mona's exact words were buddies with benefits. They were definitely comfortable with each other, so much so that if I hadn't known any better, I'd have assumed they were a couple.

Violet eventually dragged me out on the dance floor, and she couldn't help but tease me while she was at it, rubbing her groin against mine, kissing and nibbling my neck and ears, running her hands over my ass and up my back.

I was wearing one of my comfortable summer dresses, a simple breezy affair that tied at the back of my neck and was open a little more than half way down my back. Violet, on the other hand, was wearing a tank top that looked less than capable of containing her ample bosom, and the shortest pair of cutoff denim jeans I'd ever seen.

By the second song, Violet was all over me, and she kissed me right there in front of everyone.

"Violet, give me a break," I gasped into her mouth.

"Do you care?" she asked, lips fluttering against mine.

"What?"

She smoothed her hand down my back to cup my ass. "Do you care what anyone thinks?"

I opened my mouth, but wasn't sure what I was going to say. Did I care? She slipped her hand around my side and up to my breast, pinching my hard nipple through my dress. That pretty much made my decision.

"No," I sighed.

Violet leaned back and took both of my hands. "Then come with me."

I felt eyes on us. A lot of eyes. I could have cared less. Nothing existed except for Violet, her gaze full of raw sex. We made our way upstairs and Violet started opening doors, and closing them when they occupied. At one door, she glanced inside and dragged me in, slamming the door shut behind us.

"Oh!" she yelped, I was on her so fast.

I attacked her neck with my mouth and immediately worked her shorts and underwear down her legs. My cock slid out of my body and tented my dress between us.

"So eager," Violet chuckled, pulling up my dress and bunching it into one hand, then grabbing my hard length with the other.

I slid my fingers between her legs, and she was so wet and hot it took my breath away. Violet took hold of my hand and raised it to her mouth, licking and sucking her fluids from my fingers.

"You wanna put your cock in there?" she asked, walking us backwards to the bed.

I pushed her down on the bed, making her yelp with surprise. Before she'd even stopped bouncing, I grabbed her legs and put them on my shoulders, then dragged her ass to the edge of the bed. Violet hiked up my dress, grabbed my cock, and fit me at her opening.

"Fuck me, Amy," she hissed.

I lowered my hips and my throbbing dick sunk into her wet heat.

"Oh my gawd," I sighed at the delightful feel of her wrapping around me, so hot and wet.

"Hurry, baby," she wrapped her arms around my neck. "I need a good cum, okay?"

I nodded and drew out of her, then pushed back in, further this time.

"Fuck, you're big," she groaned.

I pulled her ass right over the edge of the bed so that I could lean further over her and fuck my cock almost straight down into her gripping cunt.

"Ohgawd!" Violet screamed as my hard length filled her completely. Her fingernails dug into the back of my neck and she bowed her spine. "Fuck, yes. Right there. Fuck me right there."

My hips became a blur, my cock slashing in and out of her. Her body would resist me every time I drew out of her, then it would suck me back in. My pelvis pounded against the back of her thighs as I fucked her furiously. That tight feeling in my belly grew, an overly coiled spring, on the brink of release. Violet bowed her spine up to me again, her forehead against mine.

"Ohgawd, ohgawd, ohgawdyes..." she gushed, breath warm on my face. My cock swelled inside her and her mouth fell open. "You're gonna come."

"Uh-huh," I panted, fucking her hard and deep.

"Go," she gasped. "Come inside me."

I gave her tight cunt two more powerful thrusts, then I rammed home, cramming every inch of me inside her. Thick cum blew out of me, gushed into Violet. Tossing her head back and bowing her spine away from me, Violet screamed her release. Her hot cunt squeezed on my spurting length, milking the cream right out of me. I let her legs fall from my shoulders and slide down my arms, then I collapsed on top of her.

Violet slid her hand through my hair, held my head to her huge warm breasts. "Shit, that was good."

"Uh-huh," I nodded against her chest. Articulate as always, that's me. Hey, I was basking in some serious afterglow. Can you blame me?

"Okay, back to the party," she patted my back.

I pushed up onto my arms and cocked an eyebrow at her. "Just a wham-bam, is that it?" I was teasing her, yeah, but some small part of me like cuddling after sex, a lot. I got that with Sarah, but for Violet, sex was totally casual, at least with me, anyway.

Violet laughed. "Are you kidding?" She took my face in her hands and drew me down for a gentle kiss, whispered against my mouth. "I'd fuck you again if we had time, but we need to go relieve Sarah."

"Oh, right," I blushed.

When our clothes were back in place, we found a bathroom and cleaned up, then made our way downstairs. We found Sarah after a few minutes. She was on the back patio with Paula, the bubbly wonder girls, and Johnny Redding. Johnny gave us one of those chin-lift nods that some guys are so fond of. Sarah kissed me on the cheek and went inside, and Violet and I got comfortable.

For about half an hour, the sorority girls made a hard sell for Paula, pitching the sisterhood as some kind of glamorous lifestyle, where she would be respected by her peers and revered by everyone else. I had to choke down a laugh at that last part. It was difficult for me to imagine revering anyone so amazingly vapid. Those sorority sisters could talk endlessly, but if you actually paid attention to what they were saying, they weren't actually saying anything at all. It was nothing more than a continuous stream of right, like, stellar, for sure and my personal favorite, totally beast.

What surprised me? Johnny. He was quiet, for the most part, but he was polite to Paula, helping her out when she got nervous, and he wasn't groping her at all, not like his asshole of a brother. He sat beside her, arm around her waist, a gentleman.

"Amy?" someone said my name, drawing me out of my thoughts.

"I'm sorry, what?" I looked around.

Paula was giving me a look that begged me not to screw this up. Violet was just grinning at me.

The blonde that dragged Paula away from us earlier, apparently the leader of the gushing bunch of gals, looked at me. "I was saying that maybe we needed to consider three more candidates for the sisterhood."

"Oh," my eyes flew open. "Well, thank you for the offer..." I trailed off, unable to recall her name, most because I didn't care.

She smiled and, I shit you not, said, "Candy."

"Thank you, Candy," I replied, trying not to laugh. Candy? Not even with an 'I'? Seriously? "But it's not my thing."

"What about you, Violet?" Candy asked.




Strange Days Ch. 27-32



Hi, everyone! Sorry for the delay, but this latest segment turned out much longer than I anticipated. For comparison, chapters 22 through 26 were about 33 pages in Word. This segment was over 111! I had no idea how much I had written until I took a breather last weekend. Hindsight being 20/20 and all that, I probably should have posted chapters 27 and 28 earlier, just to give you something to tide you over, but I think it will work out better this way.

Also, a quick note: I update my biography page here fairly regularly, so if you're curious about what's going on, what the status of the next part of the story is, you can probably find answers there. On feedback, I'm much more likely to respond to you via a comment than I am from an email you send me, so if you have questions, hit me up in the comments. I check them daily. Besides, I kind of appreciate the anonymity of the comment system. I'm shy. Sue me. :)

Now, on to Strange Days!

Chapter 27

A few days later, Sarah stood beside me, her arm around my waist. Phillip came back from the kitchen with a pair of socket wrenches and joined us. Violet was showing the movers where to place our meager furniture. Not that we brought much; our beds, a nightstand and dresser, and a small desk for each of us, and we agreed to bring only Violet's vanity, since hers was more than big enough for all our girly things, and it had enough room for two of us to sit side by side.

The elevator door slid open with a groan, revealing four hulking and sweaty guys leaning against the sides of the elevator. The center of it was filled with what would become a platform for my photography studio. Working in pairs, they hefted pieces of the partially assembled platform and shuffled out of the elevator. With these four added to the mix, there were now nine big and brawny young men in our apartment.

"Over there, guys," Phillip pointed to the north-west corner.

As the guys made their way over, I said quietly to Phillip. "I can't believe you did all this."

"Did what?" he smiled.

I waved my hand around the apartment. "The construction of the platform, the physical labor to move it here, the guys to unload the moving truck; take your pick."

Phillip gave an easy laugh. "No big deal. There's never a shortage of college students hurting for cash." He gestured at the sweaty guys around the room. "They'll paint your house, mow your lawn..."

"Mow your lawn? Is that some kind of euphemism?" Sarah asked playfully.

Phillip laughed. "No, but they're guys, so I'm sure they'd mow your lawn for free," he used air quotes, then he frowned. "I don't think you'd want them doing that though. I mean, what guy our age has that kind of finesse, you know?"

Sarah and I chuckled.

By noon, the moving truck was unloaded, and the apartment was once again an estrogen heavy zone, aside from Phillip. Sarah was helping Violet unpack our stuff while Phillip and I assembled the platform. It had been designed in pieces, to make it easier to move, the various parts held together with bolts. The guys that built it even made a short flight of steps that led up to a twenty foot runway. In total, it only cost me about eighty dollars. Violet and Sarah picked up the tab for the other guys.  

The intercom by the elevator buzzed so I ran over to get it.

"Hello?" I said. Not being used to intercoms, I probably should have just asked who was there, rather than acting like I'd answered a phone, but oh well.

"That you, Amy?" Tabitha replied.

"Oh, hi!" I pressed the button that would unlock the lobby door. "Come on up."

Moments later, the elevator came to a stop on our floor and Tabitha breezed in. She looked beautiful, and she wasn't even dressed up. Her long hair was pulled back in a tight braid, and she wore a simple purple tank top and black cotton shorts with white sneakers. Even dressed down, the girl was devastatingly attractive. What a bitch. I'm kidding, of course. Okay, maybe not entirely.

"Oh wow!" she gushed, turning in circles as she surveyed the apartment. "This is awesome!"

Violet and Sarah went over and gave Tabitha a welcoming hug.

"Can you believe it?" Sarah said.

Tabitha put her hand on her chest. "I'm so jealous of you guys." Then she noticed Phillip standing beside me and she raised an eyebrow. "Oh, who's this?"

"This is our friend, Phillip," I explained hastily, making my way over to Tabitha, with Phillip in tow. Wouldn't do to have her blabbing to her brother that she thought I was sleeping around with another guy. "He got some guys to unload the truck for us."

Tabitha looked him up and down. It wasn't hostile, but it wasn't entirely friendly either. "How very generous of you."

Phillip gave her an easy smile. "Not really. I'm just trying to get laid, obviously."

I laughed.

"She's taken," Tabitha inclined her head at me.

"That's okay," Phillip shrugged. "I'm not picky."

All of us laughed then. Tabitha's eyes sparkled with it. We barely knew Phillip, but even though he wasn't by far the best looking guy on campus, he could be really charming when he wanted to be. He was confident, I knew that much. I think he was just really comfortable with who he was. It was also entirely possible that his relationship with Mona had something to do with it. After all, ever since I began fucking my best friends, my confidence in myself seemed to have shot up about a gajillion levels. It was incredibly freeing, being able to truly be yourself, and on every level imaginable, with those that were important to you. Even Violet was coming out of her shell.

"Amy and I were just putting together the stage," Phillip told Tabitha and held up his socket wrench. "Care to help?"

"Stage?" she blinked, then stepped past us. "Oh, wow! This is great!" Tabitha smoothed her hand down the runway. It had been sanded and painted flat black until we could cover it with shiny laminate -- that was Phillip's idea. She glanced at Phillip. "You designed this?"

"No," he scoffed and went over to join her. "My dad did. I told him what I was looking for and he emailed the plans to me. I got some guys to build it. Can't really take any credit."

She gave him a level look, then smiled. "You really are looking to get laid."

"Always," he smiled.

I chuckled and joined them, holding up my own socket wrench. "Shall we?"

Between the three of us, we got the platform and runway assembled pretty quickly. Phillip and I stood back to appraise our work, while Tabitha strutted her stuff up and down the runway. She moved with the practiced grace of a model, one foot in front of the other, hips swaying seductively, one hand on her hip, her other arm swinging freely. I slid my gaze up and down her figure as she moved. Damn, that girl had amazing legs. If Tabitha really did want to be an actress or model, she was set.

Tabitha stopped and turned to face us, then said to Phillip, "I can't believe you did this for just eighty dollars."

"Well, there's another form of payment I haven't mentioned yet," he replied and looked at me. "I get to use it too."

"Done," I smiled.

"Anyone else getting hungry for lunch?" Sarah asked, slipping her arm around my waist and tucking me against her side. There was a chorus of agreements. "Why don't you guys pick something up and bring it back. Amy and I can keep going at it."

"Sure," Tabitha nodded, then said to Phillip and Violet. "I'll drive."

Violet gave me and Sarah a knowing grin as the elevator dropped out of sight.

Sarah left my side and headed for our sleeping area. We'd talked about getting privacy screens until we could have walls put up, but for now, our bedroom was open to the apartment. Sarah's bed was beside mine, separated by our nightstands. Neither of us were really worried about the lack of privacy, nor was Violet. After all, the three of us were fucking each other. Well, technically, I was fucking them. Violet and Sarah hadn't actually been together yet, either with or without me.

"I could use a shower," Sarah said, rummaging around for a change of clothes.

The air conditioner had been running full blast, but with the privacy door to the elevator open most of the morning, we'd worked up quite a sweat. The apartment was cool again, leaving us sticky.

"Yeah, you could," I teased.

"Hey!" Sarah yelled, throwing a pair of her black lace panties right in my face.

I laughed and looked at the lacy underwear in my hand. "Hey, I remember these. Didn't you get these that day at La Perla?" I looked up at her and my mouth fell open. Sarah was buck naked.

She stepped into the big shower and got the water going. "Yep," she nodded, then grinned at me over her bare shoulder, her lovely ass pushed out towards me. "Although, if I recall, we didn't just shop, did we?"

I shook my head and smiled. "No, we didn't."

Sarah turned to face me and tipped her head back to soak her hair. The movement pushed her big boobs out and up, stretched her flat stomach. My mouth watered as I openly ogled her from across the room, and I felt my belly tighten seconds before my cock slid out of me, straining against my shorts. Moving forward so that the water was spraying against the back of her neck, Sarah smiled. "Are you coming?"

I nodded and hurriedly stripped naked, leaving a trail of clothes behind me. Sarah chuckled as I hobbled over to her, pulling off my socks. She glanced down at the hard cock swaying back and forth heavily between my legs, then she grinned at me. "Is that for me?"

"Definitely," I breathed, stepping into the shower.

I moved to embrace her, but Sarah turned around and pushed her beautiful ass out. "It's been a few days. I hope you still remember how to use it."

Shuffling closer, my cock slid between her legs to poke out the other side. I felt her warm wet hand wrap around my shaft and stroke over the end of me, making me gasp. "I think I can figure it out," I whispered, settling the front of my body against her back.

"Good," she whispered over her shoulder, spread her feet apart, and rubbed the swollen head of my cock up into her wet folds. "Because I've been dripping wet all day."

I shuddered at the feel of her heat kissing the tip of my dick. Holding her hips, I thrust, pushing my cock into her tight heat. "Oh gawd, Sarah."

"Uhhn!" she groaned and threw her head back onto my shoulder.

She was so fucking tight, so hot and wet. I pushed deep, her molten flesh snug around my cock, bathing me in her soft heat. There was a little resistance at the end, but I just didn't have the patience. Wrapping my arms around her, I held her tightly and pushed the last few inches of my cock deep inside her.

"Jesus, you're big," Sarah gushed.

I slid a hand down her flat stomach and over her soft mound, fingertips finding her swollen clit. "You're so warm."

Sarah reached up behind me and dug her fingers into my hair. "Fuck me."

Moving my hips, I slowly drew out of her until only the end of me was still inside her, then I pushed back in.

"Ohmygawd...you're so hard," Sarah groaned, pushing back to meet my thrust. I slid out and pushed back in. "I love the way you fuck me, baby."

I shivered against her and began moving steadily in and out of her incredibly tight heat. The way her warm pussy caressed every inch of my length was indescribable, overwhelming. I held her tight and moved only my hips. My thrusts were short, but still so deep.

Sarah smoothed her hand over mine between her legs, so I slipped mine over hers and helped her caress her clit. I fucked into her more firmly, wanting nothing more than to feel her coming on my cock. I nipped her ear and whispered, "Come for me, Sarah."

She gasped sharply. "Oh my...uhhn!"

My cock was suddenly awash with her cum, her hot flesh squeezing me so tightly, almost as though trying to push me out of her. I held her even tighter, thrust hard, smooshing her ass against my pelvis. Sarah's hand made a fist in my hair as she came. I kept my aching cock deep inside her. When I felt her start to come down, I smoothed both hands up her body and cupped her tits, teasing her nipples with my fingers, then I started fucking her again.

"Oh gawd, Amy," she whimpered, leaning to the side and turning her head to kiss me. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop."

I fucked my cock harder into her body. She was so wet now that I moved in and out with ease. In moments, I was pounding her with my thick dong, filling her up with every thrust, my pelvis slapping against her ass with loud smacks.

"Fuck me, Amy," Sarah growled against my mouth. "Fuck me forever."

I shivered. Something swelled inside me, tightened, almost painfully. I kissed her hard and deep, licking her teeth and the roof of her mouth. She took it as a challenge, and her much longer tongue shoved past mine to lick at the entrance of my throat. Sarah turned away from the kiss with a gasp and violent shudder as another climax began to ripple through her body and down the length of my pounding cock. I buried my face in her neck and bit her there.

"I'm yours," Sarah whimpered, then she said desperately, "Come with me, baby."

My cock swelled, throbbed, pulsed.

"Sarah!" I gasped.

Hot cum exploded out of my dick, spilled into her cumming cunt, filling her in seconds. I crammed my spurting cock as deep into her body as I could, felt the end of me rub against her cervix.

"Yes!" Sarah groaned, thrusting back against me, rubbing my cockhead with the end of her sex. "Right there!"

I twirled my hips, rubbing the walls of her quivering pussy with my jerking spurting girl-dick. I poured a torrent of hot cum against her cervix, so much that I felt it bathing my length in swimming heat. I shuddered and held her tightly until our orgasms quieted. Sarah's head lolled forward, and I laid mine on her shoulder. Her chest was heaving, and every now and then, her spunk and cock filled cunt would squeeze me deliciously.

"Ohmygawd," Sarah whimpered, then she laughed breathlessly. "That was so fucking good."

I laughed with her, loving how it made my dick twitch inside her. Sarah put her hand on my hip and pushed. I drew out of her with a little pop and stepped back. Turning around, Sarah pushed her wet hair out of her eyes and threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her, then I felt her jerking against me. Was she crying?

"Sarah?" I said softly, sliding a hand up her back.

She jerked harder. Definitely crying. My concern for her overwhelmed the intimacy of the moment, and I felt my now soft penis pull itself back into my body.

"Sarah, what's wrong?"

She shook her head and only held me tighter.

"Talk to me, sweetie," I cooed, stroking her smooth back.

"I don't...I just..." Sarah sobbed, then she laughed, still crying. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

I leaned back and cupped her face in my hands, making her look at me. Her eyes were red from tears. It took a moment for her to look at me. When she did, she laughed nervously and looked away, rubbing at her eyes.

"Sorry about that," she waved a hand.

"Are you okay?" I asked, letting a hand fall to her shoulder, still cupping her cheek with the other.

Sarah nodded and looked at me. "Let's not talk about it."

I just looked at her for a moment. She really didn't want to talk about it, whatever had overcome her. I saw so many emotions in her eyes, affection, fear, joy, and sadness. I didn't understand what this was all about, but I knew she wouldn't tell me, no matter how hard I pushed. So I just nodded.

"Okay."

Sarah let out a breath she'd been holding, then she hugged me again, even tighter than before. She sobbed in my arms a few more times, then she moved and kissed me, hard. It was all tongue and teeth, desperate, so passionate. As quickly as the kiss had begun, it was over. Sarah drew away from me and started washing her hair. We showered in silence and got dressed, then resumed unpacking our things.

I wasn't sure what to think, and I was worried. I'd never seen Sarah like that before. She caught me staring at her. She looked at me over a box she was unpacking. Both of us jumped to our feet when we heard the elevator coming up. Sarah glanced at the elevator, then back at me, her expression almost unreadable, maybe afraid. There was a moment there where I felt nothing but pure terror, as though some part of me knew I was about to lose her, or at least lose my lover. But then she smiled and mouthed the words 'love you'. I smiled back and felt my eyes well up with tears.

The elevator door opened.

"...can't just do nothing," Phillip was saying. "That's just...wrong."

"Right?" Violet agreed.

Sarah and I stepped into view, and I asked, "What's wrong?"

Phillip jerked a thumb over his shoulder at Tabitha. "She's turning eighteen in two weeks and she isn't having a party."

I hooked my thumbs in the back pocket of my shorts and shrugged. "So? I didn't have one either."

Phillip was slow to reply. Violet and Tabitha breezed past him with bags of food, and Sarah followed them into the kitchen. I realized Phillip was staring at my chest, and had been since I'd put my thumbs in my pockets. Okay, so I guess I was kind of pushing my tee shirt clad tits out.

"Phillip, up here," I waggled a finger at eye level.

He swallowed, met my eyes, and blushed furiously. "Sorry, I-" he shook his head and blinked. "What were you saying?"

I laughed and went to the kitchen. "I didn't have a party for my eighteenth birthday."

"Seriously?" he asked, setting his elbows on the counter on the other side of the kitchen. "You didn't do anything?"

I glanced at Sarah, who grinned widely at me, then glanced back to Phillip. "My mom made my favorite breakfast, but no, not really. Just hung out with Sarah for most of it."

Violet chuckled to herself.

Phillip glanced at her, then back to me. "That's just odd. I mean, you turn eighteen once, you know?" He looked to Violet and Sarah then. "What about you two?"

Violet beamed. "I had a huge blowout for my eighteenth."

"Same here," Sarah nodded.

"I don't care about being eighteen," Tabitha said, getting an alcohol-free wine cooler out of the refrigerator. She twisted the cap off, took a long drink, and smiled at Phillip. "I'm looking forward to the big twenty-one."

"Exactly," I gestured at her and looked at Phillip.

He shifted from one foot to the other. "Yeah, but...I mean, we can't do nothing."

"We?" I raised an eyebrow and smiled. Sarah came up beside me and wrapped her arm around my waist. "Phillip, are you offering to throw Tabitha a party?"

Phillip blanched and looked at all of us, since we were staring at him as a group now. "Well, I...I don't..." he stammered, then he smiled and shrugged. "Sure. Why not?"

"Ohhhh, that is so sweet," Violet cooed.

Tabitha snorted and raised an eyebrow at Phillip. "He's just trying to get into my pants."

"Not until after your birthday, I'm not," he scoffed, making a push-away gesture with his hands.

All of us laughed.

After lunch, we attacked the apartment again. With five sets of hands, we were done just as the sun was setting. The stage was set up, my tripod was out, and my camera was the last thing to unpack. Tabitha, Violet, and Phillip were admiring the results in the sleeping areas. I padded across the apartment to set up on my camera on the tripod, but when I looked up, I came up short.

Sarah was leaning against the wall, looking out the windows. Her arms were crossed over her bare stomach, thanks to the short tee shirt, one knee slightly bent with only the toes of that foot on the floor. Her long hair was still pulled back in a loose braid. The orange light of the setting sun was washing over her, and I swear to you that she looked like an angel. Smiling, I moved to the side, lined up the shot with my camera, and took four rapid-fire pictures. I knew without checking they would be perfect.




Strange Days Ch. 27-32



Hearing the camera clicking, Sarah gave me a blushing smile, tucking her hair behind her ear nervously. "What are you doing? I look terrible."

"No, you don't," I shook my head, smiling as I neared her. I raised my hand and tucked another strand of hair behind her ear, then cupped her cheek. "You look beautiful."

Smiling widely, Sarah closed her eyes and set her forehead against mine. "You're just trying to get laid," she whispered.

My reply was just as quiet. "Always."

She giggled, looked at me, then she kissed me. It was short and sweet, but so familiar, so natural. We shared a look, realizing the apartment had gone very quiet. Both of us glanced over and saw Violet, Tabitha and Phillip watching us. Phillip's mouth was hanging open, Tabitha was blinking wide eyes at us, and Violet was smiling sweetly.

"That was so fucking hot," Phillip blurted out.

Violet laughed out loud.

Tabitha's mouth worked silently for a moment. She gave up, came over to Sarah and me, and tried again, looking at me. "But you...you're with Trevor," she glanced at Sarah. "But she..." she glanced at me again. "You and Sarah..."

"It's okay," I chuckled, putting my hand on Tabitha's shoulder. "Trevor knows."

"Whoa!" Phillip threw his hands up. "You have a boyfriend?"

I nodded.

"And he knows about you two?" He asked, wide-eyed, gesturing at me and Sarah.

I nodded again, biting my lower lip.

Phillip shook his head. "That lucky son of a..."

Sarah laughed and stepped away. "It's not like he gets to join, Phillip."

Phillip frowned. "Oh. Well, poor guy, I guess."

I laughed then.

Making my way over to the little desk that served as my workstation, I booted up my laptop and turned on my small inkjet printer. When they were ready to go, I loaded up the pictures I'd just taken of Sarah, converting them to black and white shots and printing my favorite of the four. Violet came over when she heard the printer start working on the photo.

"Oh, Amy," she said wistfully the moment the photo hit the tray, picking it up. "This is beautiful."

I stood up beside her to look at it. I'd only printed it on five-by-seven paper, since I was out of eight-by-ten, but it did look really good. The way I'd lined up the shot, you couldn't see anything through the windows other than a diffused glow. I hadn't noticed it at the time, but one corner of Sarah's mouth was turned ever so slightly up in a smile. She really did look angelic, but I couldn't help but wonder what she'd been thinking about as she gazed out the window.

"Wow," Tabitha said after joining us, standing on the other side of Violet. "That really is beautiful." She glanced at me and smiled. "I can't wait to see what you do with me."

"Well, what did you have in mind?" I asked.

Tabitha and I launched into some ideas for a photo shoot. She wanted something classic; fine ballroom dresses, something to show off her long neck and feminine shoulders, her hair done up in a bun with chopsticks, and simple jewelry. Using my laptop, she clicked around a few websites for the photographers that she'd worked with before, showing me what they had done so far. It was the usual stuff, a mixture of headshots, mostly in studios, but there were a few outdoor shots of her in various clothes, everything from swimsuits by a lake, to jeans, flannel shirt and winter coat in the snow. After surfing the web for a while, I had a good idea of what she wanted.

We planned on the week after next, assuming we weren't all going crazy getting settled into our classes and swamped with assignments. That, and our shoot would be just two days before Phillip threw her a birthday party. Time kind of flew by, apparently, because the next thing we knew, Sarah was calling us over for dinner. We'd completely missed Phillip and Violet leaving to hit the corner store for fresh bread while Sarah made soup. Sure, it was just Bear Creek soup in a bag, but their minestrone was to die for.

After everyone left for the evening, Sarah went off to bed, Violet took a shower, and I stayed up to browse through my photos to update my portfolio. It was paramount that I get a job, and soon. Can't pay rent on dreams and wishes.

Losing track of time, I was startled when Violet came up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders. The scent of her freshly washed skin and shampooed hair surrounded me as she leaned over me and whispered.

"Coming to bed?"

I really was quite tired, so I nodded and shut down my laptop. "Yeah, I think so."

Violet moved back to let me up, but she caught my hand before I could walk towards my bed. That's when I realized she was completely naked. The only light in the apartment was the glow of streetlights through the windows. The muted light highlighted her every curve, making her look surreal, too sensual to be anything but a dream. My gaze was drawn to her ample bosom, particularly her big swollen nipples.

Taking both of my hands in hers, Violet walked backwards towards her bed, dragging me along. We hadn't made it halfway to the bed when I felt my girlcock slide out of my body, tenting my shorts obscenely. Nearing Violet's bed, she held the back of my neck and drew me in for a slow but deep kiss. Her other hand slid down my stomach and into my shorts, wrapping around my hard length.

"I've been thinking about this all day," she whispered against my mouth.

I let my hands roam about her naked body, filling them with her lush behind. Violet's hand was soon slippery with my arousal, making soft wet sounds as she stroked my aching cock.

"I think you need this as much as I do," she chuckled softly, releasing my dick to push my shorts down.

I stepped out of my shorts as she pulled off my tee shirt. She sat on the foot of the bed, but when I started to lean over to kiss her, she put her hand on my chest and pushed to keep me upright.

"Stay right there," she whispered.

Holding my hips, Violet leaned forward and licked up the length of my hard cock. Her tongue was so soft and warm I gasped, my dick throbbing against my stomach. Releasing my hips, she touched my shaft with just her fingertips, guiding me away from my stomach. As her tongue licked over the end of me, she took me into her mouth. Her hands wrapped around my thick shaft as her tongue swirled over my swollen tip. She slurped on the end of me, stroked her hands back and forth across my length, which was now pointing straight out from my body like a huge fleshy spear.

I was breathing hard and fast, trying to be quiet, so as not to wake Sarah, but the sight of Violet sucking on my cock was so fucking arousing. I was always bigger with her, thicker, and her mouth was stretched wide open to take me inside. I dug my fingers into her damp hair and held her steady, so that I could pump my cock in and out of her mouth, the drooling end of me sliding back and forth over her warm wet tongue. My belly tightened and my dick throbbed. I hadn't realized how pent up I was, and I knew if I didn't slow down I would come quickly, so I relaxed my hold on Violet's head and let her take over. Her warm wet mouth felt incredible, and I was getting closer to a climax.

"Violet," I hissed in warning.

With a soft pop, she took me out of her mouth. "I love the way you taste."

I gazed down at her as she licked up a huge drop of glittering arousal from my tip, drawing her tongue into her mouth to swallow. Stroking me with one hand, she slid the other down the underside of my cock. Her fingers found my wet folds and teased me open. A shudder ripped through me and I almost came when the tips of two of her fingers probed at my opening.

"But you know what I like more?" she grinned at me.

I gazed down at her and shook my head.

Violet took her hands away from me, scooted back on the bed, and lay back. Spreading her legs, she smoothed her hands down her stomach and to her inner thighs, running her fingertips up her puffy glistening pussy. "The feel of your fat cock inside me."

Crawling up onto the bed, my eyes were locked on her wet treasure. My cock wagged back and forth angrily as I settled between her legs. Violet reached down between us to take hold of me, settling the head of my cock into her folds.

"Fuck me, Amy," she whispered, writhing on the bed as I held myself in a kind of push-up above her. She tugged on my cock, letting me know she was ready.

Dipping my hips, I speared her open, and the moment her wet heat surrounded me, I almost lost it, sighing blissfully. "Ohgawd."

"Yes," she hissed, arcing her back, pushing her tits up.

I pushed into her body, relishing the feel of her hot cunt clinging to my shaft, squeezing on the end of me. She was so wet that I slid inside with ease. I felt the soft lips of her sex on my groin and held myself there, marveling that she was able to take so much cock into her body. Drawing slowly out of her body, taking a few seconds to do so, I pushed back in, just as slow.

"So fucking big," she moaned softly, grabbing my shoulders. She looked at me and smiled. "Do I feel good?"

"No," I shook my head and gave her another slow thrust, watching her mouth fall open when the fat head of my dick nudged against the bottom of her soaking core. "You feel wonderful."

"Don't take your time, Amy," she said, her gaze sultry, heated. Violet slid her hands over my shoulders and down my chest, cupping my small breasts. She rolled both of my nipples between her fingers and thumbs, making me gasp and throb inside her. "I'm close." She rolled her hips up, fucking her body onto my cock. "Just fuck me."

I drew out and slid back inside her, harder.

"Use me," she gasped, bowing her spine again.

I sped up my thrusts, my body slapping softly against hers as she hooked her ankles behind me.

"Fuck me as hard as you want," she told me, tweaking my nipples again.

I sighed at the feel of her, so tight, so wet, so fucking hot. "I don't wanna wake up Sarah."

Letting her feet fall to the bed, Violet slid her hands down and around my back, grabbing my ass. She pulled me deep into her body and ground her hips against me, rubbing my aching length with the soft walls of her cunt. The motion ground her clit against my pelvis, and my shaft against my own clit.

"Then don't," she whispered, moving her hips faster now. "Just come for me."

"Oh gawd..." I sighed, throbbing hugely inside her. I felt myself swell, so close.

"Come for me, Amy," she cooed, nails digging into my ass, gripping me tightly. "Just come."

I leaned forward, tilting her pelvis up, and ground my cock deeper into her body. The head of my dick pressed firmly against the bottom of her sex and I swelled massively.

"Violet..." I groaned, feeling hot cum rushing up my shaft. "Coming."

We'd barely started fucking, and I was worried she wasn't going to go with me, but hearing the desperation in my voice and feeling me getting bigger inside her, Violet's eyes went wide and her mouth fell open with a small groan. Thick cum burst out of my cock.

"Gawd," she moaned, eyes closed, twirling her hips, rubbing my spurting dick. "I can feel it. Feel you cumming."

I grew dizzy with my climax, grinding my cock deep inside her spasming pussy, filling her up with my girlcum. I could stay like this forever, die like this, cumming my brains out inside of Violet. As my climax began to fade, I leaned down and took one of her big nipples into my mouth. Violet gasped, her cunt squeezed me so tightly it almost hurt. She was moving her hips again, but I was too sensitive, the feel of her was too much. I drew out of her and let my sticky cock slap against her stomach. Violet grabbed the back of my head and crushed my face into her big soft tit.

I just held myself there, licking and sucking on her nipple. Before I knew it, I was thrusting my still hard cock against her soft stomach.

"Hold on," she gasped, pushing me up so that I was kneeling between her legs.

Violet turned over onto her hands and knees. She scooted back and dropped her upper body to the bed, pushing her ass up at me. Her back was stretched out in a lovely line in front of me, and her soaking wet cunt glistened, still open from the intrusion of my cock, thick white cream oozing out of her and running down her thighs. She wanted more, and so did I.

Grabbing my shaft, I nestled the tip of my dick into her folds, then grabbed her hips and pushed inside, watching as every last inch of me disappeared into her body, the width of my tool forcing more spent jizz out of her body.

"Mmmm!" Violet groaned loudly into a pillow, crushing it against her mouth to muffle the noise.

I fucked her slow and steady with every inch of my dick, smoothing my hands over the soft skin of her ass, back and sides. She was moaning loudly now, even through the pillow.

"Shhh," I said softly, cramming her full of my cock.

I saw the muscles of her arms cord as I ground my dick into her cunt, holding her in place while I twirled my hips a little. I leaned back to watch the show as I drew out of her again, only to push back inside. It was still so strange, seeing this cock sticking out from between my legs, the shaft almost as thick as my wrist, so fucking long, so huge on my petite frame. My gaze slid up Violet's back, undulating sexily as I fucked her slow and deep. Her breasts were so big I could see them squashed beneath her, the soft fleshy orbs pushed out beside her ribs.

"You are so beautiful, Violet," I whispered.

She said something into her pillow, but it was too muffled for me to understand. I was lost in the feel of her warm wet cunt sucking on my cock, gripping, squeezing, pulling. I felt that tightness return in my belly and fucked her harder, deeper, bodies slapping together. I absolutely loved fucking her like this, the feel of power over her it gave me, as though her body truly belonged to me, mine to use, mine to pleasure myself with, mine to make me come. I wanted to mark her as mine and held off from cumming as long as I could. When I felt her body shiver violently and she climaxed around me, I gave her a few more hard deep thrusts.

Cum surged up my shaft. I pulled out of her and blew thick cream all over her back, stroking my hand just beneath the head of my dick, gripping her hip tight in my other hand. I pushed my shaft into the crack of her ass. Rope after hot thick rope of cum streaked up her spine, narrowly missing her freshly washed hair. Finally, it was over.

I leaned over her and pulled her up onto her knees, wrapping my arm around her waist. Feeling bold and sexy, I licked up a big glob of cum from her shoulder and touched her cheek, turning her face towards me. I kissed her and she moaned, sucking my cum off my tongue. Her lips smacked against mine and her tongue explored my mouth. I laid my cheek against hers and held her tightly, catching my breath.

"Oh my gawd, Amy," she wheezed. "I think that was the best fuck of my life."

I chuckled breathlessly and kissed her again, then felt all that warm sticky cum smooshed between her back and the front of me.

"I think I made a mess," I smiled, squirming against her back, smearing hot spunk over us.

She laughed softly. "Sure feels that way."

Leaning over, I pushed her down onto the bed. "Stay here."

I got up and got a towel from the cabinet outside the shower, then went back to Violet and cleaned her up. She rolled over onto her back and I gently wiped between her legs. Her eyes were already closed, drifting off to sleep. I gave her a soft kiss on her mouth.

"Good night, Violet," I whispered.

She smiled and moaned softly.

When I was cleaned up and my girl penis was back in my body, I threw the sticky towel in the hamper and changed clothes, throwing the gooey garments into the hamper as well. Glancing at Sarah, she was sleeping on her side, facing me. I kissed her cheek and crawled into my bed, pulling the covers over me, smiling as I fell asleep.

I think I was going to really like college.



Chapter 28

The first couple of weeks of college were hell. It was a big change of pace from high school. It seemed that where teachers followed a strict curriculum, professors were looser with their program, but they really encouraged you to think on your own, like you were teaching yourself as much as they were teaching you, and they judged your work far more critically.

My days were blending together, starting at five am and not ending until close to midnight, if not later. All of my time was taken up by study, getting my portfolio together, looking for a job, and photo shoots with Tabitha. I was so nervous that I wouldn't be able to get a job out here, doing what I love, at any rate, that I refreshed practically my entire portfolio. One shoot with Tabitha turned into four. I even worked out an arrangement with Sarah and Violet, shooting them as they went about the apartment, spontaneous shots of their everyday lives. Both of them were so beautiful that the pictures turned out great, I thought. I was also submitting applications to what would no doubt turn out to be boring studios, the kind that specialized in humdrum family portraits with four backdrops to choose from. But I needed the work, so it wasn't a time to be picky, it seemed.

To really give you an idea of how busy all of us were...no sex. Crazy, I know, but none of us had the time nor the energy. Tabitha's birthday party even got pushed back. We were going to host a birthday dinner for her soon, but the party would be later. Phillip was just waiting for the green light from Tabitha.

Speaking of Phillip, turned out that he spent a lot of time at our apartment, both helping me with my shoots and working on his techniques. He was a lot of fun too, making us laugh with ease. Oddly, Mona was never around, but then Phillip always left at exactly nine-fifteen at night. I'd asked him about it once and he'd told me that it gave him just enough time to get back to his apartment and grab a shower before Mona got back from work -- she waited tables at a sports bar, the kind where the waitresses wear tiny tight tops and shorts. From what I remembered of her, she certainly had the body for it.

I spoke with Trevor over the phone almost every day, and if we didn't have time for a call, we'd exchange emails, keeping each other up to date. Surprisingly, I wasn't pining away for him, and he didn't seem to be going crazy without me either. We were content to be able to talk to each other, though I did manage to plant the seed for some steamy phone sex at some point.

It was a Sunday morning when it happened. I got up early in the morning, started a pot of coffee, and sat down at our big ten-seater dinner table -- we got it for a steal at a hand-me-down store. Booting up my laptop, I checked my email, and I nearly choked on my coffee. There was a message from darren_wilcox@dangerousangels.com in my inbox. I sipped at my coffee and read over the email three times. Darren was an assistant at the studio, and his manager wanted to see me, as well as my latest work -- though his email said I had the job in the bag, since his manager had seen my blog with some of my latest photos of Tabitha on it. Granted, it wasn't Armia, but it was a job nonetheless. My interview was tomorrow morning. I practically squealed with joy.

"Good God in Heaven...what was that?" I heard Violet groan from her bed.

"Amy?" Sarah said sleepily, groggily making her way over to me, rubbing her eyes. "What's going on?"

Violet joined us as I shot up out of my chair and bounced on my feet, clapping. "I have an interview!" I squealed.

Sarah's sleepy eyes went wide and she smiled, wrapping me up in a hug. "That's wonderful! When is it?"

"Tomorrow morning," I told her.

"Coffee," Violet grumbled and went off to the kitchen, asking Sarah if she wanted any. "Who's it with?" she asked.

"Dangerous Angels," I told her, moving out of the way so that Sarah could sit down and read the email. "They saw some of the new stuff on my blog and want me to bring in my latest work."




Strange Days Ch. 27-32



"Sorry you didn't get Armia, baby," Sarah put her hand on my hip.

I gave her hand a squeeze and shrugged. "It's okay. I'll work my way up. I just need the paycheck, and it's better than taking hallmark family portraits all day."

Violet came back with two cups of coffee and handed one to Sarah. She was wearing panties and a cutoff tee shirt, and I mean really cutoff. You could see the very bottom of her huge breasts just beneath the ragged hem of the shirt, and every step she took made her lovely chest bounce enticingly. For the first time in days, I was getting horny. Maybe it was the high spirits I suddenly found myself in that had something to do with it.

"Hey, isn't that the place that does risqué modeling?" Violet asked, rubbing sleep from her eyes, and failing to notice me staring at her chest.

Sarah nodded with a grin. "They also do the photos for sex toy catalogues."

"Oh, right!" Violet perked up and winked at me. "Get us some demo toys then."

"What do we need toys for?" Sarah slid her hand around my hip to grab my ass. "We have Amy."

Violet huffed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, when we aren't getting our asses kicked with papers. I'm so horny I could fuck a guy at this point."

Sarah and I laughed.

"Hey, did you see this part?" Sarah asked, pointing at the email on the laptop.

"What part?" I moved behind her and leaned over to read the message again. I guess I'd been so excited that I missed the 'P.S.' part of Darren's email. He strongly recommended that I add some 'intimate couples shots' to my portfolio before I came in, something to spice up my interview.

"Oh shit," I groaned.

"What's wrong?" Violet asked, coming around the table to read the email too.

Sarah looked up at her. "They want Amy to add some 'spice' to her portfolio."

"Spice?" Violet echoed.

Sarah nodded. "Couples shots."

"Okay," Violet shrugged and looked at us. "So what's the big deal?"

Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Intimate shots," she stressed the word, and when Violet didn't get it, added, "Couples having sex, Violet."

It was Violet's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Oh."

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" I whined, dropping down into a chair across from them and setting my chin in my palm with my elbow on the table. "I don't know anybody that would be willing to pose for me like that. I mean, I've never even shot anything like that, and I have less than a day to figure something out!"

I was almost panicking by that point. Sarah got up and came around the table to stand behind me, pulling me back against her and rubbing my shoulders. "I'm sure we'll figure something out."

Violet looked up from reading the email again. "What about Mona and Phillip?"

Sarah and I both just blinked at her.

Violet shrugged. "They fuck like bunnies, from what she's told me, and Phillip seems intent on helping you with anything you need." She shrugged again. "Bet they'd be willing to do it."

My eyes went wide. "You can't be serious."

"Why not?" she asked.

"Violet, I barely know Phillip, and I know practically nothing about Mona. I can't just ask them to get naked in front of me!"

She just stared at me, confused. "Why not?"

Violet had really come out of her shell recently, not only as a mostly-lesbian, but as a sex goddess too. She had almost no restraint when it came to sex. Actually, I take that back. She was just that free. I sighed and looked at Sarah, gesturing at Violet as I left the table to refresh my coffee. "Explain this to her, please."

"Actually, she has a point honey," Sarah said, following me into the kitchen while Violet went off to her part of the apartment.

I laughed sarcastically. "No, she doesn't. Can't you see how rude that would be to ask them to do that for me?"

"Phillip?" I heard Violet say as she came back to the table. She had her cell phone pressed to her ear, and she was smiling at me. "Amy got a job interview but they want her to spice up her portfolio. Would you and Mona mind fucking in front of her?"

"Violet!" I squealed and ran at her, but Sarah grabbed me around the waist and held me back.

Violet laughed and answered Phillip. "No joke, Phillip. Yeah, she really needs this. Today. Okay, cool. See you then." And with that, Violet snapped the phone shut and flashed a proud grin. "They'll be here at eleven."

I was so furious with her, I could have choked her. Wait. Did she say they were going to do it?

"Oh my gawd, Violet," Sarah laughed and set her chin on my shoulder. "I can't believe you just did that."

"What's the big deal?" she snorted. "It's just sex. Besides, Mona's a bit of an exhibitionist anyway."

"And how the hell would you know that?" I scoffed.

Violet grinned. "Did you not see her watching us dancing at the frat party?"

I thought about it. I really hadn't. "No. Why?"

Violet chuckled. "You should have seen the look on the girl's face when I started making out with you in front of everyone. Definitely got her blood boiling. She's a wild one, I tell you."

I waved a hand at her and made my way to the bedroom. "That doesn't mean she's willing to fuck her boyfriend in front of me."

"Wanna bet?" Violet called after me.

I almost said yes, but then I thought about it. Violet may have been right. "No!"

"Hey, can I watch?" she asked.

Sarah and I both shouted back. "No!!!"

After showering, putting on comfortable shorts and tank top, and kicking out Violet and Sarah, I got the stage ready. Phillip and Mona showed up right on time.

"Hey, guys," I smiled and blushed, ushering them in from the elevator.

"Nice digs," was Mona's reply as she walked right by me to check out the apartment.

Phillip bounced his eyebrows at me. "Hey you."

I laughed nervously. "Hey, Phillip."

"This were we're doin' the nasty?" I heard Mona asked.

I glanced at her. With Sarah's help, I'd pulled my bed out near the stage, so that the sunlight coming through the windows would give me some nice contrast to work with. I nodded and went over to join her with Phillip, crossing my arms over my stomach. "Are you sure you guys are okay with this?"

Mona was running her fingers across the bed linens. "Phillip says you need help," she shrugged and slid up beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist. "'Sides, I love fuckin' this boy."

Phillip blushed and kissed her ear. He was wearing shorts and a tee shirt. Mona was wearing cotton pants that looked painted on from the thighs up, loose below her knees. A halter top completed the look, and while it showed off her lovely stomach, it really accentuated her breasts. They were full and firm, somewhere in size between mine and Sarah's.

"Hey," Mona said, getting my attention. I glanced up at her. "Are you staring at my tits?"

Phillip's mouth made a thin line as he tried not to laugh, and I blushed again.

"I'm sorry," I told her, going over to fiddle with the camera. "Didn't mean to stare."

"'S'okay, if you like 'em," she told me, and that made me look at her. She smiled sweetly. "You play for both teams. I's cool." Then she smiled kind of wickedly. "But you can't fuck me and take pictures at the same time, can ya'?"

Both Phillip and I laughed. "No. I guess not."

Mona licked her lips and looked me up and down. "Maybe later then." She glanced at Phillip. "You wouldn't mind if I fucked your little friend, would you baby?"

Phillip gave me a nervous glance. I certainly hadn't expected Mona to be so forward. I wasn't complaining, mind you. I'd have fucked her in a heartbeat if given half the chance. She had the cutest little ass I'd ever seen, nice and tight but still round. I guess Phillip wasn't sure if he should say what he was thinking, so I gave him a crooked smile to help him.

He grinned like a cat with milk. "No, I wouldn't mind."

"You ready ta go then, honey?" Mona asked me.

When I nodded, Mona smiled and promptly pulled off her halter top. Her breasts spilled out into the open with amazing bounce. Her dark nipples were swollen, bigger than I'd ever seen. They didn't stick out very far, but they were thick, almost as big around as my thumb, perfect for sucking. I felt a twinge in my belly. Stepping back towards the bed, Mona pushed her pants down, along with her underwear. Her thighs were together, so I couldn't see anything, except that I knew she was shaved down there, dark skin smooth and soft. Let me tell you, Mona was beautiful.

Taking Phillip's hand, Mona pulled him to her and took his shirt off, smiling up at him. It was only then that I realized how small Mona was, and how tall Phillip was too. He towered over her by a foot. Sitting down on the bed, she pulled his shorts down. His back was too me, which saved me from the awkwardness of having to make eye contact with a guy I barely knew getting naked in my apartment with a girl I knew almost nothing about.

Phillip kicked his sandals off and stood in front of Mona as she took his hips in her hands and slid them around to his butt. I had to admit it, Phillip had a nice ass. Actually, seeing him out of his clothes, he was incredibly fit, tightly muscled, like Trevor. Even though his back was too me, the angle of them was such that I barely contained a gasp when his cock flopped into view. He was only semi erect, and he wasn't very thick, but jeezus was he ever long. I swear to you his dick must have been a foot long, maybe more. There was plenty of room between their bodies, but the head of his penis, swollen wider than his shaft and dripping with arousal, grazed her cheek, leaving a wet smear there.

Mona cooed and wrapped a hand around his shaft. "Oh, my baby's excited."

Phillip chuckled. "You have to admit, this is kind of hot."

Mona glanced at me and smiled, slowly moving his cockhead to her lips. Her tongue, long and narrow, like Sarah's, snaked out and licked at the underside of Phillip's cock, making his now hard length twitch in her grasp. With her eyes on me, she gave his dick a wet suck, taking a few inches of him into her mouth, leaving him glistening with her spit.

"Shouldn't you be taking pictures?" she asked me with a grin.

"Oh!" I yelped and hopped behind the camera.

Mona giggled as I lined up the shot, then she took Phillip's cock in both hands and sucked him into her mouth again. The angle of the shot was all wrong, too stiff, so I quickly worked to get the camera off of the tripod. Able to move around freely, I immediately starting taking pictures. The way her cheeks caved in when she drew her mouth back was so sexy, and every time Phillip groaned softly when she took him deep into her mouth made things tighten in my stomach. It took some time to get the right angle, focusing the shot on her face, capturing her pleasure, her comfort with Phillip, but I got what I hoped would be several good pictures.

Mona was sucking on his long tool noisily now, and he was groaning loudly.

"Damn, baby," he moaned, putting his hands on her shoulders. "You're gonna make me go if you keep that up."

His wrist and forearm were in the way of my shot. Moving closer, I took Phillip's hand, which surprised him and made him look at me. We made eye contact for the first time since he'd gotten naked. There was a look of such raw sexuality in his eyes that it took my breath away. I'd never seen him so intense before. Phillip was cute, but I'd never considered him sexy. In that moment, he was so handsome, so confident, it ratcheted him up several levels in my I'd-love-to-fuck-him book.

I swallowed and moved his arm, letting his hand drop to his side. "It's in my shot."

"Sorry," he smiled at me.

Mona started sucking on him again, slurping and licking on his long dick. I took several more shots that left her face in focus but what could be seen of Phillip a blur. Giving Phillip one last slurping suck, Mona got up onto her knees on the bed.

"Wanna do my throat, baby?" she asked him, jacking him with both hands.

He gave her an eager nod. "Oh yeah."

Mona chuckled and lay on her back with her head hanging over the edge of the mattress. She let her mouth fall open as Phillip stepped close to the bed, her head between his legs. He leaned forward and put his hands on the bed to hold himself up, looking down between them as he dipped his hips. Lining his cock up with her mouth, he slowly slid inside, Mona's tongue snaking out to meet him. His dick disappeared between her lips, but then he stopped. Mona held the back of his thigh with one hand, while the other slid down her chest to her stomach. The contrast of their dark and light skin was wonderful.

I saw Mona swallow, then she pulled on his thigh. Phillip's hips moved and his cock slid further into her mouth. I snapped several shots, again focusing on Mona's face, but quickly shuffled around so that her body was in focus but her head and Phillip were a blur. I actually saw her throat swell with Phillip's dick as his smoothly shaven groin lightly touched her lips.

Holy shit. Mona had just deepthroated a foot long cock!

I actually forgot to keep taking pictures, I was so enthralled, especially when Phillip began fucking her throat, slow and gentle. I expected Mona to gag on his length at least once, but she never did. She was relaxed throughout, even moaning now and then. Her hand slid lower, fingers playing with her dark mound, which I now noted was indeed perfectly smooth, puffy and open with arousal. My mouth watered as I took several more shots.

About twenty minutes into the session, they really got into it. Mona turned around and lay on her back again, her ass perched precariously at the edge of the bed. Phillip put her legs outside his arms and leaned over, practically doubling her over. The tip of his dick nestled between the puffy outer lips of her smooth mound, then he pushed into her. I almost groaned out loud as I watched his cock disappear into her body.

He pumped his long cock into her dark body slow and smooth, and my camera clicked away. They changed positions several times. All the while I kept Mona's pleasure the centerpiece of the shots. It wasn't about taking pictures of two people fucking. It was about bliss, ecstasy, joy. I filled up four memory cards, big ones, during the time they were together. The best shot, I think, was when Phillip came inside her. He was pushed in as far as he could go, which left a couple of inches of him outside of Mona's body. The focus was still on her face, her release, but I managed to catch a blurry hint of his cum welling up around his shaft.

By the time it was over, I was sweating almost as much as they were, and I was incredibly aroused, but what amazed me was that my cock didn't come out. Granted, I absolutely did not want to reveal my secret to them, so maybe that had something to do with it.

"Oh my gawd, baby," Mona cooed, stroking Phillip's back as he lay atop her. "That was so fucking good."

"Guys, that was amazing," I told them, removing the last memory card from the camera. "Why don't you take a shower and I'll make you something to eat."

"Sounds good," Phillip sighed.

I left them to fix soup and sandwiches. While they were showering, I left the food on the table and immediately dumped all of the pictures from the memory cards to my laptop. They were eating as I sorted through the shots, picking out my favorites. Seeing them again only made me hornier. It took every ounce of willpower I had to keep my cock inside me, and I swear to you it was hard. It felt like I had a huge log up in my stomach.

When they finished eating, they came over to my desk and looked over my shoulder. The picture I had up was one of Phillip on top, Mona's legs over his shoulders. The shot was from behind Mona, looking down her body. Her head was thrown back, the ecstasy clear on her face, and while you could see Phillip's impressively long cock inside her, about half of it, he was blurry. It was definitely one of my favorites.

"Damn, chicky," Mona shook her head. "That's hot."

I chuckled. "Glad you like it."

"So, will these help?" Phillip asked.

I turned in my chair and stood up, hugging him. "Yes. And thank you."

"You're welcome," he smiled.

I hugged Mona next. "You guys were beautiful."

"Happy to help, babe," she winked at me.

They left shortly after. Too eager to start touching up the photos, I skipped a shower and went right to work, but without my clothes. Now that I was alone, I let my cock slip out of my body, only something was different this time. It hurt, like someone was standing on my guts. The pain doubled me over in front of the desk, and I leaned on it for support. It got so bad that I fell back onto the floor.

I could feel my hard cock starting to push out through my cunt, slowly, and it started to feel good. I arched my back as my dong slid out inch by inch, the pain lessening as it came out, until it felt like I was being fucked with huge cock. I managed to push up onto my elbows and watched as my fearsome penis grew from between my stretched labia, arcing up as it went. It was easily a foot long, like Phillip's, but thicker, and it was still coming out. When it was finally out, my long cock arced towards me and the glistening shaft slapped against my chest, the fat cockhead drooling arousal high on my chest.

"Holy shit," I laughed breathlessly.

I just lay there for a while, catching my breath, then got up and sat at the desk. My dick was painfully hard, throbbing against my chest. Looking at the laptop screen, I got a wicked idea. I kicked off a slideshow of the pictures and licked my dripping dick, my tongue so warm and soft against my own massive erection. When one of the shots of Mona sucking on Phillip came up, I took myself into my mouth and swirled my tongue around my hard shaft, just beneath the end of me. It felt fucking incredible.

The slideshow continued, and I was sucking in earnest now, my saliva running down the shaft of my cock. I wrapped both hands around it and starting jacking myself off, bobbing my head up and down, fucking myself with my mouth. Every now and then, I would take the spongy tip of my dick just inside my throat, swallowing to milk my cock. The pictures were showing in the order I took them, and my pleasure rose as the action on the screen got hotter and hotter. As the slideshow got close to the grand finale, of Phillip cumming inside Mona, I was almost there. I could feel my insides tightening, something swelling in my belly. My cock was twitching in my hands, throbbing in my mouth. Salty-sweet arousal pumped steadily into my mouth, overwhelming me with the flavor of my juice.

At last, the final picture came up. My cock jerked hard. Hot cum surged up my monstrously long tool and exploded into my mouth. I yelped around a mouthful of hard hot dick and swallowed as fast as I could, but it was useless. There was just too much cum. The second pulse of thick jizz filled my mouth to overflowing, breaking the seal of my mouth on my spurting dong. White spunk blew out from my stretched lips. I sucked and slurped, cumming all over myself, but not caring in the slightest. I just wanted that swollen feeling low in my body to go away, and every shot of warm cream brought relief.

I came until my face was soaked, thick cum pouring down my neck, coating my chest, pooling between my legs on the task chair and dripping wetly onto the floor. When the flow of girl-spunk finally stopped, I slumped back in the chair to catch my breath, my long hard dick twitching now and then with glorious aftershocks from such a wonderful cum.

After a few minutes, I looked at the photo on the laptop screen. Granted, I wasn't expecting anyone else to react to the pictures like I just had, but hopefully, they'd find it at least a little titillating.

While I was cleaning up the mess I'd made, Sarah called.

"Hey, sweetie. How did the pictures turn out?" she asked.




Strange Days Ch. 33-41



I hope you are enjoying the journey as much as I am. It has been a real treat to write this, and knowing that at least one person out there has been enchanted by Amy's story has made this effort worthwhile. This, by far, is not the end of Strange Days. There is much more to come.

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Chapter 33

It was a little after three in the morning when I got home. As I expected, Sarah and Violet were sound asleep. I crept through the apartment, but quickly realized the futility of it. I wanted a hot shower, and there wasn't much I could do about the noise. Stripping out of my clothes, I fetched a clean towel from the cabinet and got the shower going. The tightness in my tummy hadn't let up since the photo shoot with Rose, so I stopped fighting my body. My penis slid out of me with ease, long and thick, but only partially erect.

Stepping into the shower, I soaked, lathered up, rinsed, then faced the wall and let the hot water beat down on my stiff shoulders. Today marked the first time I held a camera for almost five hours straight, and it was surprisingly hard work. I set my forehead against the wall, willing my body to relax. When I opened my eyes, I saw my cock hanging heavily between my legs, a little more swollen than before, thicker. I marveled at how my life had changed such a seemingly simple anatomical addition.

I don't know where it came from, but I suddenly recalled an article I'd read in one of those magazines for men. You know the kind. Almost an adult mag, but not quite, full of entertaining but otherwise useless articles. The one that sprang to mind just then was about shower soap for men, and the best brands that made washing a guy's junk a professional sport, or at the very least, a thoroughly satisfying experience.

Stepping out from under the spray, I grabbed the soap and leaned my shoulders back against the wall. When my hands were more than lathered, I wrapped both of them around the thick tube of flesh hanging between my legs. Funny, I'd never played with it before when it was soft like this. The texture was intriguing, the meaty feeling in my hands, and the surprising weight of it. Naturally, it didn't stay flaccid very long.

I took time exploring my cock, running my hands up and down the length of it, touching every inch with my fingertips, palms, or clenched fists. I smiled, watching the soap form a thick lather on my turgid pole, so hard the skin felt stretched paper thin. Strangely though, I couldn't seem to arouse myself anywhere near enough for release. Sure, I was hard as a rock, throbbing, and oozing enough arousal that I had to relather now and then, but still, nothing more than that. Then it occurred to me that my penis was sized for Sarah.

I wanted Sarah. Not my own hands.

Well, here's hoping she doesn't get furious at me for waking her up.

Stepping out of the shower, I toweled myself dry and approached her bed. Sarah had moved since I'd come home. She'd rolled over onto her stomach, arms out beside her, hands on her pillows. The sheet had been pushed aside, so that it only covered one of her feet. There was only a little light to see by, but it was just enough to highlight every curve of her body, every line of muscle, every sensuously soft swell of flesh. Her hair was tossed beside her on the pillow, exposing her lovely neck, leaving her beautiful profile there for me to admire.

Slowly, carefully, I crawled up onto the foot of her bed on hands and knees. I leaned down, kissed her left ankle, up her calf, tasting her skin, so soft and warm. She squirmed a little when I kissed the back of her knee, then again as my lips trailed up her thigh, as far inside as I could get with her legs spread only a touch as they were. I trailed a line of soft kisses up her ass and to the soft little triangle at the base of her spine, making her coo in her sleep.

As I worshiped her back, I trailed a hand up her right leg, across her thigh, and brushed the center of her with my fingertips. Sarah moaned softly, starting to wake up as I played with her, opening to my fingers, now wet at the tips. I trailed kisses up her spine, licked her shoulders, then I gently bit her neck.

"Hi, baby," Sarah moaned.

"Hi," I smiled against her neck.

Her nether lips were so soft beneath my fingers, as soft as her mouth, soft enough that I had the sudden urge to kiss her there. Crawling back down her body, I spread her legs with my knees and grabbed a pillow, pushing it under her pelvis. I lay down between her legs, licked and nibbled her ass and thighs. The scent and heat of her arousal was wonderful, making me shiver when I kissed her swollen labia.

Sarah gasped sharply, then she groaned when I pushed my nose into the crack of her ass and licked her from her clit to the bottom of her cleft.

"Gawd, Amy," she sighed.

I smoothed my hands to her hips and held her tightly, licking her with long strokes of my tongue, loving the taste of her, telling her as much. "You taste so good, Sarah."

She whimpered again, squirmed. I shoved my nose into her ass cracked and ate at her eagerly, pushing my tongue inside her, licking at her wet folds. I would have killed to have a tongue like hers right then. I giddily wondered which god or goddess represented monstrously long and large tongues, and if there were any statues for them.

Sarah whimpered and pushed up onto her hands and knees. "Come up here."

She took my hand, made me crawl up the bed. I wasn't sure what she wanted at first. When I was laying beside her, she kissed me, slow and deep, licking my mouth with that long tongue of hers, making my eyes flutter shut. When she moved, I opened them to look. Sarah was crawling over me, but turning her back to me. Then I knew. Her beautiful little pussy hovered over my face. She began to lower herself, and at the same time, wrapped a hand around my cock.

"Gawd, you're hard," she said, stroking me with her hand.

She took me into her mouth. I groaned at the feel of her warm wet mouth surrounding the end of me, of her tongue sliding down the front of my cock. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her down to me and eagerly clamped my mouth over her cunt.

We'd done this plenty of times before, but not since I'd been blessed with a penis. I was lost, floating free in heavenly bliss, having forgotten how very much I loved to pleasure her with my mouth. When she took me deep into her mouth and slid a hand down my shaft to work my weeping slit with her fingertips, I almost lost my concentration, almost forgot to reciprocate.

She took me out of her mouth with a wet slurp, stroke my spit-slickened shaft, and said huskily, "Amy, you have no idea how fucking good you taste."

Then she devoured my cock. Sarah worked her mouth up and down my length, taking more of me each time, until the end of me found the opening of her throat. I heard her take a deep breath through her nose, braced myself for what was to come. My cock pushed into her throat, slow, deep. So tight, so warm, so wet. I moaned into her pretty pussy, pushed my tongue inside her as far as I could. I was panting harder and faster with every inch of me she took into her throat.

"Mmm!" I screamed into her cunt when I felt her lips touch the base of my cock and she worked the muscles of her throat, swallowing against my hard length.

I wrapped my arms around her hips, crushed her hot sex to my mouth. The tip of her tongue flicked at my clit and I lost it, moving my hips, fucking her throat with short thrusts. She couldn't really make any sound, but I sure did. I was gasping, groaning, anything I could manage without taking my mouth from her delicious cunt. Every now and then, she would take the swollen head of my cock back into her mouth for a breath, then she'd take me into her throat once more.

My senses were quickly overwhelmed. I lost all track of time as Sarah devoured my cock, fucked me with her throat. I licked, sucked, and nibbled at her pussy, unable to get enough of her. Her body began to shake, shiver, and just knowing she was close to a cum pushed me closer too, made something swell inside me, delicious pressure, the brink of release.

I felt her hands grip my hips, fingernails dig into my skin. She pressed her lips to my root and twirled her head in little circles, rubbing my aching cock with her throat. When she pushed two fingers inside me, something inside me broke. I screamed my release into her cunt as boiling cum exploded up my shaft, poured down her throat. When she came, I swear her pussy tried to suck my tongue inside her. Warm girl cum trickled into my mouth, and I swallowed it down eagerly, hungry for more. I came so hard it felt like I pumped a gallon of cream into her stomach.

We came down slowly, pleasuring each other with our mouths. Sarah had taken me out of her throat to lick and kiss my cock. My head was flat on the pillow now, too lost in bliss to keep my mouth on her. Eventually, she moved, turned around and crawled up me. I felt her soft lips trail a line of kisses from my flagging cock up to my chest, where she licked a nipple, kissed up my throat, then covered my mouth with hers.

"Welcome home, baby," she whispered against my mouth.

I laughed quietly and hugged her, pulling her down against me, smoothing my hands down her body, kissing her again. We lay there for a while, kissing and petting. Sarah settled down to lay beside me, half across me. I was surrounded by her warmth, her affection, her love.

What a wonderful end to a day.

Chapter 34

Not surprisingly, I slept in late. When I woke, I was still beat, but rested enough to get up. There was no way I could pull a late shift at Dangerous Angels like that if I had to go to class the next day, but since it had been a Friday, it was worth a try. Crawling out of bed, I heard Sarah and Violet talking in the dining area, along with another voice, one that made me completely forget to put on clothes.

I ran into the dining room with a squeal and threw myself into Trevor's lap.

"Wow," he laughed, hugging me warmly. "I guess you missed me?"

"You tell me," I said, drawing back to look at him, then I kissed the crap out of him.

"I guess she did," Violet chuckled.

I drew back to look at Trevor again, already missing the taste of his mouth. The warm morning sun made his skin and hair glow. Gawd, he was beautiful.

"Yeah," he smiled at me. "I guess you did." Then he raised an eyebrow, smoothing his hands up my sides, thumbs just barely grazing my breasts. That one simple caress hardened my nipples. "So, do you make a habit of running around your apartment naked?"

I grinned. "Only when Sarah keeps me up late." I'd almost mentioned Violet too, but Trevor wasn't privy to that yet.

Sarah chuckled behind me. Trevor frowned at her, but said to me, "Well, I hope you have something left for me."

I couldn't see Sarah's expression, but she laughed. I dug my fingers into Trevor's hair and rubbed my bare crotch against his, made him look at me. "Take me to the shower and we'll find out," I said huskily.

Trevor suddenly shoved his chair back, with both of us in it, and stood straight up with me in his arms. I giggled and wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the shower, kissing my breasts.

"I missed you so much," he breathed into my chest, licking a nipple, then drawing it into his mouth.

I curled my fingers into his hair and sighed, "I missed you too."

Trevor set me down long enough to turn on the water, then he was all over me. It was a struggle to get his clothes off, which were soaking wet from the shower, by the way. When he was finally naked, I ran my hands down the front of his chiseled body, so different from the girls, so hard and masculine. He kissed me slow but deep. I smoothed my hands down his stomach to his groin, and his soft curls felt different. I explored him with my fingers. Even his balls felt different, smooth, no hair there at all, and they were hugely swollen, or it was my imagination. Seemed Trevor had done some manscaping since I'd last seen him. Definitely had to explore more of him later. Right now, I just wanted him.

He was so hard, he felt massive in my hands, the crown of him swollen so much larger than the shaft. I could actually feel him throbbing in my hands. Cupping his testicles in one hand, I wrapped the other around the base of his cock and slowly stroked him root to tip, making him shiver.

"Amy," he pleaded against my mouth, a bare whisper.

"What?" I smiled.

"I want you," he told me, voice low, husky.

I nibbled his lower lip. "Then take me."

Trevor cupped my ass in his hands and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he pushed my back to the shower wall between sprays of water.

"What about the others?" he asked, adjusting his hips until the tip of him found my opening.

I shivered at the feel of his cock spreading my swollen sex, finding the hot center of me, but I had enough presence of mind to tease him. I chuckled, "I think you'd have to ask them if you can fuck them, Trevor."

He stopped nibbling at my throat to laugh, his cock still nestled just inside my wet folds. "That is so not what I meant."

"Don't worry about them," I told him, taking his face in my hands to kiss him. "Just fuck me."

Kissing and licking my lips, Trevor pushed into me. The feel of him pushing inside me threw my head back hard against the shower wall. He felt so huge, and he was so fucking hard. He had to work his hips back and forth a few times, but when he was fully sheathed in my body, I could feel him throbbing in my depths.

"Gawd, you feel good," he growled in my ear.

I dug my fingers into his hair and nibbled his neck. "So do you."

Trevor kept me pinned to the wall and drew out of me, then slowly pushed back in. The big swollen end of him rubbed over that spot inside me, making me shiver in his arms. Soon he was fucking me slow but deep, kissing my mouth, throat, shoulders and chest. If he could have moved his hands, I'm sure he would have, but even still, he was everywhere. He fucked me until I was shaking, until I couldn't breathe, until I cried out my release and felt him pulse hotly inside me. He stood there for a while, just holding me, his long hard length twitching in my cum soaked depths.

"Jeezus," he sighed into my neck. "I thought I was going to die if I had to go another week without you."

I giggled. "I take it you feel better now?"

He leaned back to smile at me. "For a few minutes, maybe."

I gave him a quick kiss. "Well, help me wash up and we'll see what happens."

Grinning, Trevor drew out of me and set me down. My insides clenched down on nothing. I think my body missed him too.

Don't get me wrong. I adored fucking my girlfriends, but there was a part of me that still wanted to play the role of the girl, to be taken by her boyfriend. Trevor made me feel feminine in a way that I didn't with Sarah or Violet. Again, don't take that the wrong way. I loved the role I played with the girls, that I could please them as a man would. I loved being the aggressor, the feel of them writhing beneath me, shivering around my cock. But they couldn't fuck me as a man would, and Trevor could. He gave me that part of sex that was missing with the girls. Truth be told though? I liked it that way. I liked that my girlfriends were women in every sense of the word. I liked our roles the way they were.

"Were you serious or joking?" Trevor asked while washing my back.

I looked at him over my shoulder, hands between my legs, cleaning up the mess we'd made. "About what?"

He smiled but he blushed too. "Having sex with your friends."

I smiled back, but replied honestly, "Not Violet."

He blinked at me. "You wouldn't mind if Sarah and I had sex? You can't be serious."

I shrugged. "Both of you are important to me." He flashed a huge happy smile at that. "And you already have to share me, so it's fair if I have to share you two with each other. But Violet and I are just friends, and it..." I struggled with how to say this. "I'd be jealous if it was Violet."

"Why?" he asked curiously.

I shrugged and turned to face him, letting my hands explore his hard body while the soap was rinsed away. "I know how Sarah feels about me, but with Violet...I guess I wouldn't be sure she wouldn't want you for herself, you know?"

Trevor put his hands on my hips and leaned in close to whisper, "Isn't she gay?"

I chuckled. "No. She just prefers girls. Strongly prefers, I should say." I cocked my head at him. "Why? Do you really want to sleep with them?"

He gave a quick shake of his head, eyes wide, "No, I just..."

I laughed and patted his chest. "I'm just asking, Trevor. No big deal."

He took a breath and said, "Honestly? Violet scares me a little."

I laughed again. "Honey, she scares me sometimes too."

"And Sarah," he trailed off, then added with a shrug, "I don't really know her. Besides, I love you, not her."

"You're so sweet," I smiled and kissed him.

What was supposed to be a quick kiss ended up being anything but. His hands cupped my behind and he pressed his body against me. I felt him getting hard again, pressing against my stomach, but not hard enough for sex. I don't think he wanted to have sex again anyway. I think he just wanted to hold me, to kiss me, and I was more than willing to accommodate him.

"Hey, guys," Sarah said from the threshold of the shower, making both of us jump and look at her.

She smiled at us, and I noticed her gaze lingered on Trevor a second or two longer than it did on me. Sarah was checking him out! To my surprise, knowing she liked what she saw filled me with pride, because he was mine, and because she was mine too, if that made any sense.

Trevor kept himself pressed against me, hiding what he could of his nakedness with my body.

"Ya'll might want to get dressed," Sarah said, stepping away and grinning. "The washer and dryer should be delivered any minute now."

"We're getting a washer and dryer?" I asked excitedly.

"Yep," she replied happily. "A gift from my dad."

"Yes!" I cheered, and I'll admit, I made a fist and punched it into the air.

Sarah shook her head and left us, laughing.

"How's school?" I asked Trevor, handing him a towel then getting one for myself.

"Kicking my ass," he grumbled, following me to my dresser and scooping up his duffel bag along the way. "My roommate is pretty cool though."

Sarah came around the corner and leaned against her own dresser. I saw her, but Trevor didn't. His back was to her, towel spread wide open as he sawed it back and forth to dry his upper back. "Met any hot girls?" she asked.

Trevor practically jumped out of his skin, snapping the towel around his waist. "Jeezus, Sarah!"

She laughed. "When did you get such a nice ass, Trevor?"

"I-wait, what?" he blinked at her, blushing furiously.

Sarah laughed again, thoroughly enjoying embarrassing him, apparently. "Anyway, hot girls?"

Trevor raised an eyebrow, no doubt unsure of how he should answer that.

Sarah grinned. "Violet's always on the lookout for fresh meat."

She laughed from the kitchen. "You got that right!"

All of us laughed. Trevor turned back to me, shaking his head. Behind him, Sarah caught my eye. She widened her eyes at Trevor and fanned her hand at her face, as though warding off a hot flash. I raised an eyebrow and grinned. Trevor noticed my expression and looked at Sarah over his shoulder, but she'd already wiped the expression from her face.

"What?" she asked, trying not to laugh.

He grinned. "I don't know. Trying to get dressed here, maybe?"

Sarah crossed her arms over her stomach. "Trevor, you're fucking my girlfriend. I could make the argument that I have a right to see, not only because of that, but because you've already seen all of us naked."




Strange Days Ch. 33-41



I hadn't forgotten that happening. Sarah and I had just signed the lease for the apartment. Sarah, Violet, Paula and myself had taken advantage of the shower, instead of using the tiny one in the RV. Trevor had come upstairs, not realizing our current state of undress and walked into full view of all us naked as the day we were born. He'd truly gotten an eyeful of hotness.

He glanced at me, but I only shrugged, interested to see how he would respond to her challenge. He narrowed his eyes at Sarah, then turned to face her and dropped his towel on the bed. To her credit, Sarah didn't balk. She just looked him up and down, thoroughly.

"Nice," she gave a nod of approval and walked away, calling over her shoulder. "Now tell her about the party."

"Party?" I asked him.

Trevor watched Sarah walk away, then shook his head and turned to me, picking up a pair of shorts and slipping them on. "Your friend Phillip called me yesterday. Said ya'll were throwing Tabitha's birthday part tonight."

I balked. "We are?"

Shit! How did I not know about this? I hadn't planned anything! I started to panic a little, then remembered that Phillip was in charge. Tabitha hadn't been overly excited about turning eighteen, just as I hadn't been. She didn't care about having a party, but Phillip wouldn't hear of it. He pretty much insisted we celebrate.

Trevor nodded. "He should be coming over about noon to start getting ready."

Violet came over to join us, leaning against the dresser beside me. "I'm gonna grab a shower and pick up Paula. We're in charge of the food."

Trevor picked up his shirt, and Violet watched him put it on.

"What?" he asked, realizing she was staring at him.

Violet smiled. "You know, if I wasn't so into girls..." she trailed off, then she gave me a level look before heading off for the shower. "Oh, and fair warning, Paula is bringing Johnny tonight."

I appreciated the warning, but I had high hopes for Johnny, to be honest. At his big brother's frat party, Johnny had actually been on good behavior around Paula. He was polite, respectful, even attentive to her. He didn't parade her around, nor did he brazenly grope her, like his asshole brother Todd had.

"Violet," I called after her.

"Hmm?" she poked her head back around the corner, only she was naked, from what I could tell. She was holding a towel against the front of her.

Trevor quickly averted his eyes, blushing furiously, and muttered, "Dammit."

I grinned briefly, then asked Violet, "Did Paula say anything about Todd yesterday?"

She nodded. "Said he's been really sweet. He took her to a play, Phantom of the Opera, and they had a nice dinner afterwards."

I raised an eyebrow at that. Violet looked at Trevor. His back was to her, and his shoulders were stiff.

"Something wrong, Trevor?" she teased.

"Nope," he replied quickly, still not looking at her.

With a chuckle, Violet left for the shower.

"Jeezus," Trevor sighed when she was gone, then said to me, "I don't know if I can handle the three of you."

I patted his arm, speaking from experience. "I don't know that you could handle just two of us, baby."

When we were dressed, we rejoined Sarah in the kitchen, though Trevor pointedly kept his eyes away from the shower. I didn't. I made certain I got a good long look at Violet's ample glistening curves. In the kitchen, Sarah was mixing cake batter.  

"Do you need us to do anything?" I asked her.

"Actually, yeah," she set down a whisk and tore a sheet of paper from the notepad by the phone and handed it to me. "Could you pick up the helium from Party Depot? We have a lot of balloons to fill."

"Sure."

She smiled. "Thanks, sweetie." She leaned forward, put her hand on the back of my neck, and drew me in for a kiss. "Drive safe," she whispered against my mouth, then kissed me longer, deeper, until my toes curled.

When she drew away, my legs were almost wobbling. She turned back to her work and I glanced at Trevor to see how he was reacting to Sarah's brazen kiss. He was grinning. Previously, he'd gotten possessive, but he didn't seem bothered at all now.

"Ready to go?" he asked.

I nodded, then remembered Trevor drove down here. "Oh! Can we take your car?"

He laughed. "Sure."

I loved the throaty rumble of Trevor's car. It was a beautiful 1978 King Cobra. Trevor and his dad restored it themselves. I smoothed my hands over the soft leather seats, smiling at the masculine feel of the car. The thought drew my gaze to Trevor. I watched his arm flex as she shifted gears, muscles cording beneath his tan skin. His hair glowed golden in the morning sun, and his blue eyes glittered. Gawd, he was handsome. The corner of his mouth turned up as I stared.

"What?" he asked, keeping an eye on traffic.

"Nothing," I shook my head.

I smiled and set my hand on his forearm, feeling his muscles work, so hard, and so unlike my girlfriends. The scent of leather and his manly musk surrounded me. I wasn't sure what brand of deodorant he used, but it smelled like leather too, with a hint of something spicy, maybe cinnamon. My gaze was drawn down to his legs, watching the muscles there flex as he worked the pedals. So many memories of his tightly muscled body hit me at once, his strong legs between mine, flexing as he moved his hips, working his hard length inside me, his arms tight around me, and in sharp contrast to the rest of him, his so soft lips on mine.

I glanced over my shoulder at the back seat.

"You're thinking about sex, aren't you?" he asked.

I flicked my gaze to him, caught red-handed. He was wearing a knowing grin.

"Guilty," I chuckled.

He smiled. After a while, he said, "So, you and Sarah. You two really are together, aren't you?"

I nodded. "We haven't officially declared anything, but yeah, I guess we are."

"You guess?" he raised an eyebrow.

I shrugged. "Well, she isn't seeing anyone else. That's kind of exclusive, isn't it?"

"You're seeing someone else though."

I was. Him. Was he concerned? "Does it bother you?"

"Actually, no," he said, though the lift of his eyebrows told me he was surprised at by the revelation. "I mean, the last time I was here, when she kissed you in front of me, yeah, it did." He was quiet for a moment, then he shrugged a shoulder. "I don't know. I'm not sure what changed. I showed up at your apartment a couple hours before you woke up. I sat with Sarah for most of it, just talking." He smiled then. "It was nice. She's cool."

I'd had no idea they'd been alone that long this morning. "What did you talk about?"

He gave me a grin. "You, mostly." He shrugged a shoulder again. "Well, actually, we talked about us, how both of us are with you. That it's complicated, but it doesn't have to be."

I had to agree with him, it certainly was complicated. Granted, it wasn't the over-the-top One Tree Hill or kind of complicated, but still. "It doesn't have to be?" I asked.

He shook his head. "No. Sarah and I agreed that things would be a lot easier if we got to know each other better. So, we did." He took a breath and let it out, smiling, happy. "We talked about how we felt about you, how important you are to us, how it hurts to be away from you."

I wasn't sure what to say. I was just suddenly overwhelmed, hearing him say how much he cared about me, how much I meant to him, and to Sarah. I felt my eyes welling up.

Trevor pulled the car into the parking lot of Party Depot, parked the car, then looked at me and grinned. "And we talked about how fantastic you are in bed."

I laughed and slapped his arm playfully.

Trevor's smile widened, then he leaned over to me, so sincere. He took my chin in his fingers. "You don't have to say it back. You really don't. But I love you, Amy Carter."

I smiled warmly, thankful that he didn't expect me to say it back. I still wasn't sure how I felt about him. I mean, I knew that whatever I felt for Trevor was getting stronger, and I'd missed him terribly since I last saw him, but Sarah and I'd had so much more time to further our relationship, to let it develop. Maybe I would never love Trevor like I loved Sarah. Or maybe my relationship with Sarah was just that far ahead of my relationship with Trevor. What I did know, with absolute certainty, was that I loved the way he made me feel. Oh, and the sex was fucking fantastic.

I leaned towards him, closing the distance, and I kissed him. It was soft, sweet, full of feeling, how we felt for each other.

"Let's go get that helium," he whispered against my mouth, then leaned away and grinned. "I can't wait to hear you sound like a munchkin."

Chapter 35

Everything was ready to go. Balloons filled the apartment, some tied to furniture, but most of them were floating at the ceiling, practically covering the entirety of it. It was like a colorful cloud bank rolled into the apartment. The cake, a three tiered affair, was set up on the dining room table. Streamers were everywhere, and a huge "Happy Birthday Tabby" banner was hung from the ceiling in the corner of the apartment, over the stage.

I was hunkered down behind the kitchen counter with Sarah on one side and Phillip on the other. Violet was behind us, with Paula and Johnny. The apartment was almost pitch black, except for the soft glow of streetlights coming through the windows. There were so many people here. It amazed me how quickly some of us made new friends since college started. Everyone had made at least two new friends, if not three or four, and through them, even more. Almost a quarter of the people here, about forty in all, could be claimed by Tabitha alone.

Me, I couldn't claim any of the new faces, except for Phillip and Mona, the latter of which was around here somewhere. I think Phillip put her in charge of setting off one of the confetti launchers.

Yes, I said "launchers". His dad sent him the designs, and Phillip had some engineering buddies build them. There were four of them. Part of me felt sorry for Tabitha. The poor girl was going to be blasted with about eight pounds of confetti when she walked in.

Oh, and in case I didn't make this clear by pointing out that I was hiding in my own kitchen, this was a surprise party.

Almost right on time, we heard the elevator working its way up from the ground floor. The heavy doors slid open.

"Damn, it's dark," Trevor said nonchalantly.

The lights flicked on, and everyone jumped up and shouted at once, "Surprise!"

There was about half a second to see Tabitha's shocked expression, then...

Boom!

Clouds of colorful confetti exploded from either side of the elevator, raining down on both Trevor and Tabitha, who squealed with surprised laughter.

"Oh my gawd!" she called out, turning to hug her brother. "You ass!"

Trevor laughed and let her go, so that the crowd could get in hugs too. When Phillip approached Tabitha, she narrowed her gaze at him.

"You did this, didn't you?" she pointed at him.

"Happy birthday, Tabby," he smiled and gave her a hug. I was close enough to hear him say, "Now I'm definitely going to try to get into your pants."

Tabitha chuckled.

"Hey!" Trevor growled playfully and slugged Phillip in the shoulder. "Big brother right here!"

Phillip laughed, rubbing his shoulder.

"Thank you, Phillip," Tabitha smiled and kissed his cheek.

Trevor came to stand beside me as Tabitha was pulled into the crowd. He slipped his arm around my waist, just as Sarah did too. I glanced at them, saw them grinning at each other, and they adjusted their arms so they could both hold me. I smiled to myself, comfortable to be with both of them. We waited by the elevator until the tight crowd began to spread throughout the apartment.

"Want some punch, baby?" Sarah asked me.

I nodded. "Sure."

Sarah asked Trevor too, but before she left to get us punch, she kissed me, and not like a friend would. Her tongue slipped into my mouth for a moment, a little moan of both surprise and bliss escaping me. She flashed me a grin as she walked away. Seemed Sarah had gotten over any hang-ups she had about being with me. When I looked around, I saw a few people staring at me, or at Sarah, a mix of surprise and amusement.

Trevor leaned close to ask quietly, "She isn't worried about what the others will think?"

"I guess not," I chuckled.

As Sarah was coming back, I spotted Violet near her bed. She was showing Johnny one of her newest pieces, still on the easel. It was a lovely painting of a nude woman, from neck to hips, using a bright palette of only a few colors. Nobody knew but us, but Sarah had been Violet's study for that painting, which was one of the reasons why I wanted to buy the piece from her. Johnny seemed genuinely interested in her art too.

Trevor and I thanked Sarah for the punch. She looked at both of us and opened her mouth to say something, but Phillip and Mona came over.

"Hey, chickie," Mona grinned at me. "I hear you got the job."

"I did. Thank you for your help," I told her, and then Phillip. "Both of you. I'm not kidding when I say it got me in the door."

"Happy to, sister," Mona smiled.

Phillip leaned in. "Hey, can we get a copy?"

I laughed. "Sure."

"What you are guys talking about?" Trevor asked, looking at all of us.

I turned to him. "I got accepted for an interview at Dangerous Angels, but the guy who got me the interview suggested I spice up my portfolio." I gestured at Mona and Phillip. "They let me shoot them for it."

"Spice?" Trevor grinned and raised an eyebrow. "What exactly did that entail?"

Phillip waved his hand casually. "Oh, you know, standard couples shots."

Mona laughed. "Except for the bein' naked and havin' sex part."

Both of Trevor's eyebrows went up at that.

"Actually, it was very tasteful," Phillip told him, blushing.

"And beautiful," Sarah added.

"My first day was yesterday," I told Trevor, then I frowned. "Well, technically, it was my first night."

He smiled at me and gave me a squeeze. "I knew you'd get a job out here."

I laughed. "Believe me, I didn't."

Trevor wanted to know all about my first day, so I told him about Darren, how helpful he was, and about Rose, my first official exposure to a professional model, and a quite eccentric model at that. When I told him about the concealing pad she used, and how she tried to get me to put it on her, his eyebrows went up in amusement, and Sarah leaned in.

"You didn't tell me about that."

"Oh, yeah," I turned to look at her. "By the way, my model tried to seduce me."

"Hmph," she snorted and rolled her shoulders. "Girl better watch herself or I'll kick her ass."

Sarah left to get us more punch. Her tone had been playful, but there was seriousness to it at the same time. It made me smile affectionately, seeing her being so possessive.

"She might just do it, you know," Trevor said quietly.

I smiled at him. "I don't think there's any might at all."

Phillip took the opportunity to catch up with Trevor, while Mona asked me all about working in a modeling studio. She seemed really interested, even asked if they had any jobs open for models. I told her I'd ask around, but it made me think of Jean Pierre's interest in Sarah, how determined he looked when I told him she didn't model, like he knew he could get her to, if he wanted.

Sarah came back with punch, and with Paula. She looked so pretty in her simple summer dress and sandals. I gave Paula a hug and asked how she and Johnny were doing.

"Oh, Amy," she gushed, putting a hand on her chest. "He is soooo sweet."

She launched into the details of their date, the wonderful play, followed by a romantic dinner at a local five-star restaurant, with everything rounded off by talking late into the night. Johnny didn't leave the Alpha Sigma Zeta sorority house until almost two o'clock in the morning. While she was telling me this, she caught Johnny's eye from across the room, still with Violet, and the smile he gave her was warm, genuine.

Johnny Redding was turning out to be quite a mystery for me. He was never the asswipe that his older brother had been, but still, he was a jock, through and through. I never ran in the same social circles as he did, so I couldn't really claim to know him at all, but he was just as saturated with testosterone as every other guy on the football team back in high school. But here he was, dressed in khaki pants and a dark green polo shirt, dressed up enough to look like he fit with Paula, and he'd pulled it off. More interesting though, was that he actually looked comfortable. He'd always been a jeans and tee shirt kind of guy. Now he looked like he belonged on a debate team, but he made it look good.

I took a sip of my punch. An unexpected flavor made my eyes go wide, and I almost choked. Sarah had just taken a sip of her punch too. She was just as surprised as I was, but she liked the addition. Someone had spiked the punch.

"Keys," I croaked.

Trevor frowned, looked at his cup, and took a sip. He nodded at both of us. Mona and Phillip also noticed the altered punch.

"Keys," Sarah agreed.

All of us shouted at once. "Keys!"

It took some doing, but we managed to find designated drivers for everyone and handed them keys. My mom never minded that I would occasionally drink with my friends, but she insisted I did it at home, and absolutely insisted that nobody drive, under any circumstances. I enforced the rule now. Bad enough that most of us weren't even of legal age to drink, but safety came first.

Besides, once the keys were gathered up and those drinking knew they wouldn't be driving, they really cut loose. The party kicked into high gear. Since we didn't have any neighbors yet, the music blared, base pounding through the floor. I actually got excited when someone spilled a drink too. Why? Because we had a washer and dryer now! Yay!

Much later, feeling pretty punch-happy, and full of Sarah's amazing cake, I heard the buzz of the intercom. Sarah was already closer, so I let her get it. She keyed it on, then went to fetch Johnny. She said something to him. He shook his head, said something back, and took the elevator downstairs. Sarah came over to join me and Trevor on the couch, snuggling up to me on my other side.

"Everything okay?" I asked her.

She shrugged. "Johnny's brother is downstairs."

"He doesn't want to come up, does he?" Trevor frowned, and I felt him tense up beside me.

Sarah shook her head and brushed her hair over her shoulder. "No. I told Johnny he could invite his brother up, but he was totally against it. Said he'd find out what he wanted and come back."

Odd. As far as I knew, Johnny had always been pretty tight with his brother, looked up to him as a kind of hero. Had he found out about Todd groping Paula? Sarah interrupted my train of thought.

"You look like you need another punch, Trevor."

"I do?" he asked.

Sarah nodded and got up. "Yeah, you're not anywhere near drunk enough."

He laughed. "Drunk enough for what?"

She shrugged and replied cheerily. "Dunno."

When she went to get more punch, Trevor leaned close to me. "She's planning something."

I chuckled in agreement and looked at him. "She's loosening you up for something alright."

"Like what?"

I snorted. "Knowing Sarah? Beats the hell out of me."

Sarah came back with punch for herself and Trevor, but none for me.

"I guess I'm drunk enough?" I teased her.

"Nah. You don't need to be drunk for what I have in mind."

Trevor and I shared a look. What was she up to? Neither of us got much time to ponder on that. Phillip brought over a group of his friends to introduce them to us. He sure did attract a diverse bunch of people. His friends ran the gamut from brilliantly nerdy to muscle-bound lugs, one of the latter of which I recognized as one of the guys that Phillip got to help set up the stage. His name was Scott.




Strange Days Ch. 33-41



"So, how's the stage working out?" he asked, sitting down across from me on the edge of the coffee table.

"Great," I told him. "It's been a huge help with practice."

"Cool," he smiled, then he leaned forward. "Listen, a friend of mine is trying to get into modeling. Do you shoot guys?"

From the far end of the couch, Mona laughed. "Oh, does she ever."

I gave her a playful but scathing look.

Scott pulled something out of his back pocket and handed it over. It was a basic studio portrait of a young man, about our age. He was incredibly handsome, almost femininely so, with long black hair, blue-gray eyes, a narrow face and a full mouth. Scott waited until I got a good look at the photo.

"If you're interested, his number is on the back," he told me.

It was there, along with his name, Lucas. I grinned up at Scott. "You sure came prepared."

Scott smiled and shrugged. "When he heard I'd helped set up your stage, he asked me all about you. He's just hoping for some new shots so that he can apply for gigs." Scott cringed. "Pro bono, if you can swing it."

I chuckled. "Sure. I'll give him a call."

Scott thanked me and left to mingle. His proposition reminded me of something. I put my hand on Sarah's leg to get her attention. She was still snuggled up beside me, but was talking to Mona and Violet. When there was a break in the conversation, she turned to me.

"Would you be at all interested in modeling?" I asked her.

She blinked at me, then she laughed. "What?"

I told her about Jean Pierre asking me about her, who she was working for. He'd seemed really taken by the photo I had of her in my portfolio.

"You're fucking with me, right?" she laughed.

"Not at all," I shook my head. "He was pretty determined."

Sarah started to laugh again.

"You should do it, Sarah," Trevor said. "You wouldn't even have to work at it."

Sarah stopped laughing and gave him a bewildered look.

"He's right," I patted his thigh. "You're gorgeous."

Sarah flicked her gaze between us, then she laughed. "Yeah, I don't think so."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because I'm not a model!" she laughed again.

"Not right now, anyway," Trevor added, getting her to look at him again. "Sarah, you have this amazing energy about you." Then more quietly, he said, "I don't know what it is, but I know it's what Amy loves about you. You're just...you're so real, so alive, so honest. They'd be fools not to give you a shot."

Sarah gaped at him. Honestly, I did too. It wasn't so much what he said that surprised me, but the way he said it. He was so sincere, and he seemed kind of vulnerable having said it too. Sarah's mouth moved, tried to work out a response. She shook her head and reached behind me to pat his arm, smiling. "I think you're trying to get laid."

Trevor laughed and looked down at his glass of punch, and he blushed too. The blush wasn't lost on me, nor Sarah. She cocked her head and studied him for a moment when he finally looked up again, then she regarded me.

"Fine," she bounced a shoulder. "Set it up."

"Really?" I asked excitedly.

"What the hell. Won't hurt to try, right?" she waved her glass and took a sip. "Besides, it can't be worse than what I'm doing now."

Trevor asked what she meant, so Sarah told him about her paid internship. She was a closet computer nerd. I knew she had the skill set for the job, but I also knew she found it incredibly boring, at least right now. She was looking forward to more interesting and challenging assignments. Currently, she was helping with a database conversion, namely scripting, automating as much of the process as possible.

During their conversation, I spotted Johnny as he came back up in the elevator. His shoulders were squared, hands clenched into fists at his sides, and his brow was pinched. He was clearly upset. I almost got up to see if everything was okay, but he spied Paula across the apartment and his expression instantly brightened, posture relaxing.

Later on, someone grabbed someone else to dance, and that triggered a chain reaction. The dining table was pushed up against the wall to make more room, and I soon found myself whisked off the couch by Sarah. She dragged me out onto the floor and put her arms around my neck, swaying her hips to the music. Sarah molded her body to mine, held me close, let me feel her moving against me. It was incredibly intimate, and if I hadn't had so much to drink, I probably would have been at least a little self-conscious.

Gotta give fermented courage its due, right?

"So what's with liquoring up Trevor?" I asked her.

Sarah grinned and whispered in my ear, "Later."

As a parting shot, she gave my earlobe a quick swipe with her tongue and briefly caught it between her teeth, then she kissed the sensitive skin behind my ear, making me shiver. After a minute or so, Trevor came up behind me.

"Mind if I cut in?" he asked.

Sarah grinned mischievously, "I do, but you're welcome to join us."

With a grin of his own, also credited to fermented courage, he fit his body against my back. I was now sandwiched between two of the most important people in my lives, their bodies moving against mine as we danced, and I loved it. Their hands roamed about me, everywhere they could reach without openly fondling me in front of everyone.

At one point, I had my hand up and behind me, on the back of Trevor's head, pressing his temple against mine, and on the other side, Sarah was there, her breath warm on my ear. Trevor's arm was around my waist, trapped between me and Sarah, and her arm was around my back, between me and Trevor. We were starting to get a few looks, but I couldn't have cared less. I loved the feel of Sarah's breasts against mine, of Trevor's hardening length digging into my rear end.

Soon, my body was on fire, in conflict with itself, aching to be inside Sarah, and to have Trevor inside of me. It was a wonderful fantasy, but one I knew would never come to fruition. Despite our prior pillow talk, I doubted Trevor could accept the magical addition to my anatomy.

Wait.

That wasn't what Sarah was planning, was it? Was she trying to loosen Trevor up for a big reveal? No way. I couldn't believe she would think that was a good idea, that it would lead to anything but disaster. Despite what Trevor said about -- what was it? Oh, right. Futanari being hot -- there as a hell of a difference between fantasy and reality.

I'd made up my mind to stop Sarah before things went too far, but I felt her hand slide down my back to my ass, and there was no mistaking what she was doing when I could no longer feel Trevor's erection against me. He stiffened at my back, stopped moving for a moment. I felt Sarah move her other hand, take Trevor's from my hip, and move it between Sarah and I. She pushed his hand down between my legs, and consequently, between hers, then she moved her hand again, only it wasn't on me this time. I think it was on Trevor.

"Don't break the rhythm, Trevor," she said huskily.

He began moving again, in time with the thumping bass of the music. Sarah's hand settled against my hip again. She slid it up my side, grazed the side of my breast, then smoothed it back down and left me. Her arm flexed against my side, pulled Trevor tight against my back, and just like that, there wasn't a millimeter of space between the three of us. Trevor's hand ground against my groin, rubbed my clit through my shorts, fingers digging gently into my cleft.

"Jeezus," Trevor sighed into my ear.

Sarah chuckled breathlessly, then said, "I'll make a deal with you, Trevor."

"I'm listening," he growled into my ear, making me shiver.

"I know you want her tonight," she said, rubbing her hand up and down my ass, and no doubt the bulge Trevor's shorts. "And you can have her, if you can share."

Trevor stopped moving again. I couldn't see his expression, but I could feel him looking at Sarah, feel the intensity between them, between the three of us.

Beside my ear, Trevor growled softly, "Deal."

Sarah slowly shifted her gaze to me, lips stretching into a truly predatory grin. "You are so screwed, baby."

I shivered, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, and when she kissed me, and Trevor's arm wrapped around both of us, and his mouth closed over my neck to bite me, I instantly wanted everyone the fuck out of my apartment.

Chapter 36

I'd never wanted a party to end so fast in my life. The agony of anticipation was unreal, watching Sarah and Trevor mingle as though nothing else was happening tonight, as though they weren't going to team up and practically rape me. And that's exactly what they were going to do. I knew it. I could see it in their eyes, feel it when they touched me. They were going to take me, own me, possess me, use me.

And I wanted them to.

I drifted about the party in a fog, then the anticipation became unbearable. Why? Because my state of intense arousal subsided, leaving me in a state of shock. I could think again, wonder what they were going to do, wonder if Sarah would make me reveal my secret to Trevor. I was afraid, yet still excited. It was awful.

After I'd thanked Phillip profusely for the party, after I'd given Tabitha a hug and a kiss on the cheek good night, and after the last designated driver left with his friends, I stood there in the middle of the apartment, wringing my hands together. I watched Sarah and Trevor turn away from the elevator, facing each other. My skin tingled, grew warm. I watched them share a smile. Heat blossomed in my belly. I watched them slowly turn to me. My legs shook.

Then they came for me. It took a second or two for me to realize I was walking backwards, away from them. They stalked me, slowly closed the distance. My back hit the kitchen counter and I gasped. Each of them held out a hand, but they weren't smiling anymore. They were staring at me, hunger in their eyes, muscles tense, ready to spring if I refused to comply. My hands trembled as I reached for theirs, as theirs closed around mine. Turning their backs, they walked me to the shower, sharing another grin with each other. Sarah dropped my hand to step in and get the water going. Trevor jerked me against him, kissed me fiercely, forcing me to open my mouth or cut my lips on his teeth. He held me so tight I almost couldn't breathe.

I felt Sarah's hands against my stomach, but not from behind me. Trevor bent his head to kiss, lick and bite my neck. I opened my eyes to see Sarah behind me. She was reaching around him, between us, grabbing his shirt to peel it up and off of him. Trevor shoved his hands down the back of my shorts and under my panties, cupping my ass, pulling my groin against his. His wands were warm, almost hot, and they shook with eager energy. Sarah's hands again, pushing between us, opening Trevor's shorts, dragging them and his underwear down his legs, his long hard length digging almost painfully into my stomach through my shirt.

Trevor kissed me again, hard, all tongue and teeth, then suddenly, he released me. I whimpered when his mouth left mine, then Sarah slid between us, her soft lips pressing to mine, her long tongue pushing into my mouth. Trevor was behind her, pulling off her shirt.

"We're going to eat you alive, Amy," Sarah growled, kissing me again when her shirt was out of the way and her bra fell to the floor.

She worked at the snaps of my shorts, while Trevor slid hers and her panties down her legs, until she was as naked as he. Sarah pushed my shorts and panties down, then they changed places again, Trevor crushing me against his wonderfully hard body, kissing so hard, so deep, and Sarah behind me, stripping me of shirt and bra.

"Come on, Trevor," Sarah whispered over my shoulder.

Cupping my ass in his hands again, Trevor lifted me, pulled me against him, forced my legs around his waist. The hot throbbing shaft of him pushed into my sex, swollen and slick with arousal. He carried me into the water and set me back down.

Working together, manhandling me, they quickly lathered me up, soaping my body, moving me where they wanted me, hands caressing, fingers probing, mouths licking, kissing, sucking. Trevor dropped to his knees and latched his mouth onto my nipple. I held his head to me, watched as Sarah moved behind him, her chest heaving, nipples swollen. She crouched behind him and soaped up his body, from his neck to his back, around to his chest. She kept her eyes fixed on mine, slid her hands down his stomach, then wrapped them around his hard length.

"Oh shit," Trevor groaned, releasing my nipple, leaning back.

Sarah grinned mischievously, gazed into my eyes as she worked her hands up and down his cock, which was so hard, so long. He was bigger than I'd ever seen, the wide head of him literally throbbing at her touch. I knew part of me should have been jealous that he would be so turned on by another girl's hands, but this was my girl, my Sarah.

"You're so hard, Trevor," she whispered into his ear, nipped at it with her teeth.

"Jeezus," he hissed, chest heaving, arms tense, hands clenching into fists at his sides.

"I want you to fuck her," Sarah cooed, reached down to cup his sack and stroked him with her other hand. "I want you to fill her with your cock."

I couldn't move. I almost couldn't breathed, riveted by the sight of the love of my life jacking off Trevor, his cock so fucking hard I ached to have him inside me, while aching to be inside of Sarah.

"Fuck her until she screams," Sarah hissed into his ear. She kissed his neck and asked sweetly, "Can you do that for me?"

Trevor nodded, opened his eyes, and stood up. He wrapped his arms around me, kissed me so hard my jaw hurt. Sarah rinsed us of the soap, then Trevor picked me up, carried me out of the shower. I wrapped my arms around his neck, ate at his mouth. Their feet padded wetly across the apartment, then Trevor was laying me down on Sarah's bed. I was soaking wet, but I didn't care.

Trevor left my mouth, kissed down my neck and chest, and Sarah's mouth latched onto mine, only briefly, then followed right behind Trevor's. His mouth closed over a nipple, sucked and licked, then kissed down my body. Sarah sucked the same nipple into her mouth. I cried out for them, dug my fingers into her hair, and when I felt Trevor's warm breath between my legs, I cried out again. His mouth closed over my seething sex, tongue licking a long hot line up my cleft.

Sarah moved. The heat of her swollen cunt just above my mouth. Without thinking, I filled my hands with her ass and pulled her down, closing my mouth over her. Even though it had been less than a day, I'd forgotten how wonderful she tasted, and I relished her slick folds, licked up every drop of nectar she gave me.

"Gawd, Amy," Sarah moaned, digging her fingers into my hair.

Trevor worked his magic on me with his mouth, something he'd always been so fucking good at. I humped my cunt onto his mouth and tongue, fucked his face until he had to grab my hips and hold on for dear life. I shoved my tongue inside of Sarah, licked at her slippery insides, drank down her arousal, sucked and slurped.

"Gonna cum," Sarah gasped, hands pulling at my hair.

Trevor licked at me, wrapped his arms around my thighs so tightly I could barely move. He pushed his tongue inside me, then his thumb stroked gently over my clit. The climax hit me so sudden, so unexpectedly.

"Mmm!" I screamed into Sarah's cunt.

My hips lurched. Fire exploded deep in my belly as Trevor brought me with his mouth. Sarah's cum gushed into my mouth, her clenching walls nipping at my tongue. I dug my fingers into her ass, trapped her, fucked her with my mouth until she screamed. I gazed up the lovely line of her body, her spine bent away from me, beautifully full tits thrust up and out. She leaned forward, pried my hands away from her behind, and climbed off of me.

"Now, Trevor," she gasped.

He sat up between my legs, and whatever passed between them with a single silent look was enough to communicate what they wanted. He nodded, grabbed my hands, and pulled me up onto my knees in front of him. He kissed me wildly for a moment, then quickly moved behind me, pulled me down to the bed with him. He pried my legs open with his strong hands, grabbed my hips and moved me like a rag doll to straddle him. At the same time, Sarah moved in front of his, between our legs. She reached down, out of my line of sight, then I felt the hot head of Trevor's cock at my opening. The grip of his hands tightened and he pulled me down, shoving his cock up inside me.

"Gawd!" I screamed.

His was so fucking hard, so long, so hot. I could feel the big swollen head of his dick pushing against my clenching walls, spreading me open. He was almost too big.

Sarah ran her hands down my chest, rubbing my nipples along the way, then she leaned forward and kissed me low on my belly. Trevor ground his cock deep inside me. Sarah kissed down my belly, then her long tongue licked across my clit.

Trevor groaned loudly - Sarah must have licked him too - and I screamed again, thrust my hips against him, rubbed my aching cunt with his cock. He held my hips, ground himself into me while Sarah licked and slurped where we were joined. In seconds, I was trembling, shaking, shuddering, on the brink of release.

"I can't..." Trevor gasped, squirming beneath me, so hard inside me. "It's too good. Jeezus, it's too fucking good."

Sarah smoothed a hand up my stomach to close it around my breasts. The fingers of her other hand explored my slick labia, stretched tight around Trevor's shaft. I moved my arms back, put my hands on his chest to keep myself more or less upright. His body was so hard, muscles corded so tightly, and his grip on my hips was almost bruising.

"Go ahead, Trevor," Sarah whispered from my groin. "Cum inside her."

With a feral growl, Trevor pulled me down so hard I felt the tip of him find the end of me, and I was undone. Hot cum blew out of his cock, spilled into me so powerfully I felt every pulse as I screamed my release. His cock throbbed, bucked, poured his cream inside me, and all the while, Sarah licked, sucked and kissed at our joining.

No longer able to lie still, Trevor pushed my hips up and began fucking in and out of me. Sarah crawled away to stand on the floor at the foot of the bed, smoothing her hands down my thighs while Trevor pounded his cock up into my body, still so long and hard, his thick cum pushing out of me with every deep thrust.

"Trevor," Sarah called out.

He stopped fucking me, and when Sarah held out her hands, he pushed me up off his cock with a grunt. I spilled forward onto my hands and knees on the bed. Sarah grabbed my shoulders, flipped me onto my back. My head hung off the end of the mattress. Sarah stepped up, straddled my face. Gazing up at her glistening sex, so slick with arousal, my mouth watered, wanting to taste her, feel her on my tongue and lips. I reached for her, felt Trevor's hands push under me, spread my legs wide with his arms, grab hold of my narrow waist. He lifted my lower body from the bed, scooted forward on his knees, and just as I bent my neck and pulled Sarah's heavenly cunt down to my mouth, I felt his hard length knife into me.

I screamed into Sarah's heat, then ate at her wildly. I licked, kissed, nibbled. My hands clawed at her ass, no doubt leaving nail marks. I pushed my tongue into her slick folds. Trevor pumped me with his throbbing length, pushing in and out, steady and sure. Heat, such amazing warmth, grew deep inside me, pulsed with the beat of my heart.

Sarah cried out my name, held my head in her trembling hands. I felt my insides fluttering around Trevor's achingly hard cock, milking him, pulling, sucking. I humped my hips in time with him, delighting in the feel of him fucking me so thoroughly. Sarah trembled above me, shook, gripped my head tightly, fingernails digging into my scalp. She crushed my mouth up against her cunt, threw her head back, and screamed. Trevor thrust deep and spilled into me. Every muscle in my body locked as I came on his wonderful cock.




Strange Days Ch. 42-47



So sorry about the delay, folks. Busted water line under the foundation of my house, a sick kid, both parents sick, kid sick again, us parents sick again...holy crap, it's been a rough month. Oh, and on top of all of that, my sister got married, and all of us pitched in to set it up and tear it down, since she was on a budget. Life loves to get in the way of writing.

This segment is a bit shorter, since I figured you readers had waited long enough. I hope it's enough to sate you until I can get the next segment posted, and it's almost done, really. I'll probably try to stick with segments of this length from here on out, so while the posts will be shorter, they should be more frequent. Because of the shorter length, there were a couple of items I hinted would be addressed in the next segment, but ended up being addressed in the next-next segment, which was originally supposed to be part of this one.

Please, please, please keep voting, and as always, I truly love the feedback.

-redskyes

Chapter 42

Getting in and out of the bathroom wasn't pleasant. Really, moving around at all kind of sucked in general. Detective Willis came back, just as he said he would, and took my official statement. I remembered just about everything, the exception being pretty much anything after Todd tried to choke me.

The nurses insisted on giving me sponge baths for the next couple of days. It was only on the morning I was being released that they let me take a shower. I could take off the heavy bandage wrapped around my chest to shower, but would have to put another one right back on. Personally, I was tired of looking like a teenage boy - my breasts were already kind of small, but to mash them flat with a bandage, give me a break.

Anyway, I'd kind of hoped that Sarah would have been the one to help me take a shower, but she was at the apartment getting things ready. I tried to get Trevor to help, but Mom and the nurses frowned on that somewhat, saying 'no monkey business' until I was in better shape. I told them I wasn't interested in that. Honest.

I lied. Sue me.

Mom helped me into the wheelchair and Trevor pushed. It took some doing to get me into the backseat of Mom's car, but we managed, and soon, we headed home. Home being my apartment. Mom wanted me to come home with her, but I wouldn't have it. This was my home. It was where I wanted to be. Needed to be.

As Trevor was helping me work my way down the hall on crutches towards the freight elevator, it was coming back down. The doors opened and Sarah was there, with two older men carrying toolboxes and wearing coveralls. She shook their hands and thanked them, then saw us.

"Just in time," she smiled, eyes tearing up already.

I held my hands out to her, smiling ear to ear. She came to me and gave me a hug, careful with my sore ribs, then she turned my face to her and kissed me. "Welcome home," she whispered, and I could tell she was fighting tears.

When we were in the elevator, I took her hand, "What was with the plumbers?"

"You'll see," she grinned.

Trevor tried to hide his own grin. Mom didn't bother. She was rocking heel to toe with excitement. The doors slid open and the first thing I saw was a claw foot tub, right next to the shower.

"What..." I started, stopped, and looked at them. "What is this?"

Sarah kissed my cheek and helped Trevor get me inside. "Paula's dad sends his regards."

"With a bathtub?" I snorted. "Didn't someone tell him he could just send flowers?"

"It was that or get you one of those chairs for the shower," Trevor told me, guiding me to the couch. "Paula's mom figured you would prefer the tub."

"Every woman prefers a tub," Mom said, making Sarah and I chuckle. Mom looked at me then. "Would you like something to drink, sweetie?"

"Coffee," I groaned loudly.

Mom frowned. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather have juice or something?"

I frowned harder. "I've been in a hospital for over a week, drinking that concoction they call coffee, when it's really just decaffeinated double-brewed tea, at best. Now, coffee, or I kill someone."

Mom was grinning by the end of my rant, and Trevor was laughing, eyes shimmering. Mom shook her head and went to the kitchen. I smiled up at Trevor and winked at him. He just looked at me for a moment.

"What?" I asked.

He shook his head and came over to kneel in front of me, putting his hands on my thighs, careful not to bump my bad knee. His eyes welled up with tears.

"Trevor," I reached out to touch his cheek. "What's wrong?"

Tears fell down his cheeks. He carefully laid his head on my lap and hugged my lower body. He was being so gentle with me, but I could feel him trembling, knew he wanted to hold me tight. I ran my fingers through his hair.

"I'm okay," I soothed him softly.

After a moment, he sniffed and sat back on his heels, smoothing his hands down my arms. He looked down at my left hand, took it in both of his. I watched as he rubbed his thumb over my fingers, focusing on my ring finger. After a long moment, he looked up at me. The intensity of his gaze, so much feeling, almost took my breath away.

Wait. My ring finger? Oh my God. Was he going to...?

Trevor blinked and smiled, "How about a hot soak?"

I nodded, watched him go, wondering if he'd really been about to ask me to marry him. No, he wouldn't, would he? And if he did, was it because he wanted to, or because of what happened to me, the emotional trauma to him that resulted from it? Gawd, what would I have said? Yes? No? Not right now? Ask me later? But then what about Sarah?

Sarah.

Jeezus.

I don't know why I'd never thought of this, but what if she wanted to get married someday? There was talk of new same-sex marriage laws in New York, but...would she even want to marry another woman, let alone me? What about kids? Would Sarah even entertain artificial insemination? Would she want to adopt? Would Trevor want kids?

Fuck, I was only eighteen years old! Why I was even thinking about this?

"Amy?" Trevor said at my side, surprising me, and giving me a concerned look.

"Sorry," I shook my head and took his hand to help me up. "Got lost in a train of thought."

He smiled. "Apparently. Bath is ready."

Damn. I really had been in my own little world.

Trevor helped me make my way over to the tub. He took one of my crutches and put my hand on his shoulder as he bent over to take my socks off. I curled my hand against his skin, so glad to be home, that he was with me during all of this. With my socks off, he reached for my shorts.

"Hey, buster," Mom snapped her fingers, walking over to us with a heavenly cup of hot coffee. "I think we can handle that."

Trevor blushed and smiled. "Right. Of course."

Mom took over, and when Trevor went to sit on the couch, I leaned close to her.

"You do realize we're having sex, right?" I whispered in her ear.

"Amy!" she hissed, trying not to laugh.

"What? You've always asked me to be honest with you," I told her, then I shrugged a shoulder. Stupid move, apparently, because it hurt like hell, seeing as how it had been the left shoulder, the same side where I'd been kicked in the ribs. "You don't freak out about Sarah." Mom just shook her head as she took off my top. When she still didn't say anything, I asked, "Is it because she can't knock me up?"

Mom flicked a wide-eyed glance at me, then her expression turned thoughtful. "Honestly? Maybe." She helped me into the tub, which was delightfully hot, then glanced over her shoulder to the living room, where Sarah had joined Trevor on the couch, two cups of coffee in her hands. "I don't know. Maybe I'm not as nervous about her because you two won't..." She stopped, wouldn't look at me.

"Won't what?" I narrowed my gaze.

Mom pursed her lips and settled down beside the tub to get comfortable, which wasn't a good sign. She put her hand on my arm. "Honey, I know you care about her, but..."

When she wouldn't continue, I got angry, but I wasn't entirely sure why. "But what?"

"But...well...okay, let me ask you this," she stammered for a moment. "How long do you think this will last between you two? Really last, I mean?"

"I love her, Mom," I said, still frowning.

"Baby, I know you do, but..." she dunked a big sponge in the water to wash my neck and shoulders. I was getting pretty tired of all the "buts" in this conversation. Mom glanced over her shoulder again, then back to me. "Amy, you're not a lesbian."

That's what this was about? My eyebrows went up, then I laughed.

It was Mom's turn to frown. "What's so funny?"

"Of course I'm not gay," I chuckled, then I gave her a serious look. "Mom, I'm with both of them."

She frowned with one side of her mouth, but there wasn't any real disapproval behind it. "Yeah, I kind of figured that out." She washed my chest and stomach for a moment, then said, "Look, I was in college once too. Did some crazy stuff of my own."

I chortled. "Define crazy."

She pinched my stomach playfully. "That's not the point."

"Then what is the point?"

She looked thoughtful for a moment. "This kind of thing, the three of you together, it's normal to experiment at your age."

"Oh, they're not together," I told her.

Mom frowned, confused, "But you just said..."

"That I'm with them both," I finished for her. "But they're not with each other. They're just friends."

"Really?"

I nodded.

Mom looked over her shoulder, then back to me. "But she's so pretty."

I bounced my eyebrows. "I know."

Mom and I talked for a while about Trevor and Sarah. I wanted her to know exactly how I felt about them, what our relationship was like. Besides, I was still struggling with my feelings for Trevor, or trying to at least define my feelings for him, anyway. I was kind of hoping she might have some advice for me. I lucked out.

"You've never been much for dating boys," she told me, fetching a razor to shave my legs. "At least not since..."

I put my leg up on the lip of the tub, but when she didn't continue, I asked, "Since what?"

She looked at me. "Well, since your father left us."

I frowned, thoughtfully, not angrily. Was she right? I tried to think back to the last time I'd had a date. It was at the spring dance in junior high, right before I turned fourteen. His name was Rick. I didn't have nearly the intense crush on him as I had with Trevor, but he was nice, and we'd been going steady for over a year. I broke up with him shortly after, right after...

Oh my gawd.

Mom was right. I broke up with Rick right after Dad left.

"Shit," I muttered, making Mom look at me. I screwed up my face with distaste. "Mom, do I have daddy issues?"

She laughed lightly. "Nothing major, I don't think. But as far as I can tell, Trevor is the only boy you've trusted since then."

Damn. She really was right. I glanced past her to make sure Sarah and Trevor were occupied. They were watching Ellen. Matt Damon was the guest. Damn, I wanted to see that episode.

Hey, so what if I like him?

I looked back to Mom. "What makes him different then?"

Mom shrugged. "Maybe you just know how strongly he feels for you, but more than know, maybe you believe it. That boy definitely loves you. I can see that much."

"You don't think it's temporary?" I asked.

Mom put my leg in the water to rinse it off, then moved to the other side of the tub and gingerly put my other leg up on the lip, being careful with my knee. "Do you?" she asked, spreading shaving cream over my leg.

I frowned. "I hate it when you do that."

"Do what?" she laughed.

"Answer a question with a question."

Mom shrugged. "Answer mine and I'll answer yours."

I looked over at Trevor on the couch. He was laughing with Sarah. She bounced up onto her knees to face him and slapped at his shoulder. He rocked away from her and back, wrapping an arm around her, pulling her close so that she couldn't hit him again. Trevor was watching Ellen again, but Sarah was watching him. I saw her smile diminish, but not because she was sad or angry or anything. It was something else. I know, because the smile came back, a fond smile, the kind she gave me sometimes. Sarah smoothed her hand around his shoulders and snuggled close to his side, returning her attention to Ellen. She even laid the side of her head against his.

Gawd, it made me happy to see them coming together.

"I don't want it to be," I said.

I looked at Mom. She was waiting for me to continue.

"I want them both."

"Forever?" she asked.

I glanced at them again, felt my heart swell with joy. I loved them so much, so much it hurt. I just sat there in the tub, watching them, unable to imagine my life without them, what my world would be like right now if they weren't here to help me, and for no reason that I could think of, I started balling, though I did manage to keep it quiet.

Mom looked alarmed. "Baby, what's wrong?"

I couldn't stop crying, no matter what I did, and I felt ridiculous. I'd always been more of a tomboy than a frilly girl. This wasn't like me at all. I fanned my fingers in front of my eyes, trying to will away the tears, and failing. "I think I'm having a girly-girl moment."

Mom laughed and sat me up to hug me, not caring in the slightest that she was getting soaking wet. "It's okay, sweetie," she cooed, petting my hair and rubbing my back. "You've been through so much. It's okay."

"This is stupid," I sniffed, trying to keep quiet so that Trevor and Sarah didn't realize I was falling apart.

"It's not stupid," Mom chuckled softly. She put her hands on my shoulders and leaned back to look at me.

Then it hit me, why I was crying.

"I do want them," I told her softly. "Forever."

Chapter 43

Getting around my apartment wasn't pleasant either, as it turned out. Freshly bathed and clean shaven - well, there was one part of me that still needed a shave, but I so didn't want Mom's help with that - Mom helped me into a robe and to the couch, where I finally got to enjoy my cup of coffee. It was so cute though, because Sarah and Trevor made room between them for me. Sarah snuggled close, set her head on my shoulder. I snaked my arm around Trevor's and pulled him close too, and he set his cheek on the top of my head. I felt so loved between them, so safe.

We were watching the tail end of Ellen when a commercial came on for a new show the network was airing on Saturday night. Wait, Saturday was tomorrow. Today was Friday! Shit! I was supposed to work!

"Oh shit," I blurted out, startling everyone.

Trevor turned in a flash, hands on my arm, his words almost running over each other. "Are you okay? What do you need? I'll get it for you."

He was half up from the couch when I grabbed his arm and laughed. "Sorry. I just realized I was supposed to work tonight. I need to call Darren."

Sarah patted my leg. "Don't worry about it, baby. We already called him."

"You did?" I looked at her.

She nodded. "Yep. He's coming over in a couple of hours anyway."

I frowned. "Why?"

Sarah shrugged. "Said he needed to see you. I asked if it could wait until you were ready to go back to work, but he said it was important."

I shrugged back and settled in to veg out on the couch. Later, towards evening, Mom got up to fix dinner. She refused to let Sarah or Trevor help, so they stayed with me on the couch. At one point, Sarah got a call on her cell and left us to answer it. The small bit of one-sided conversation I heard sounded like she was talking to Phillip. She told him I was home, that I was okay. I guess he wanted to come over, but Sarah told him he could come by tomorrow.

While she was on the phone, the intercom buzzed.

Trevor kissed my temple. "I'll get it."

I heard the elevator come up and the heavy doors slide open. I managed to use a crutch to push myself up and off the couch when Darren walked in, carrying a large thick envelope. He took a few steps in, saw me, and stopped.

I smiled, brushed a hand through my hair, specifically pointing out the shaved part of my head, and shrugged. "It's a new style. What do you think?"

Darren's mouth moved, but nothing came out, then he came over to me. He tried again, "Jeezus, Amy," he said, looking me over.

"It's been a rough week," I said flippantly.

Darren shook his head at me. He took an awkward step forward, seeming unsure of what he wanted, but I knew. I grabbed his arm and pulled him to me for a hug. I was right. He held me loosely for a moment, then leaned back and looked at my black eye, my swollen and busted lip, the side of my head. He shook his head again as he looked over the rest of me, and when his eyes met mine, they shimmered. It caught me by surprise how concerned he was on a personal level.

"I'm okay," I told him.

He smiled. "Well, don't stand on my account. Come on."

He guided me to sit down and opened the envelope, pulling out a stack of papers. He shuffled a few to the top of the pile, pulled a pen from his pocket, and placed everything on my lap.

"Sign here," he said quietly, pointing to a spot on the first page.

"What is this?" I frowned and looked at the page. Below where I was supposed to sign was Jean Pierre's signature, and it was dated last Thursday.

"Application for short-term disability," he told me.

That got Mom's attention. She left the kitchen to stand behind the couch, along with Sarah and Trevor. Darren regarded them briefly.

I looked at him. "But I'm not an employee yet."

He grinned. "The sheet below that one says you are."

I blinked at him.

"Sign, Amy," he patted my leg, avoiding my knee.

Shaking my head, I signed the page, but before I could date it, Darren stopped me.

"Date should be last Thursday."

I looked at him again. "Isn't that illegal?"

Darren sighed, but he was smiling. "Just do it." Then he raised an eyebrow. "If you don't, Jean Pierre will skin me alive."

I dated my signature as he told me. He took the page and pointed to the new one. It was an acceptance of employment form. Jean Pierre had signed it too, and it was also dated from last Thursday. I signed it, and a few other forms.

Darren took them all. "I'll have copies made for you later."

I looked at him. What Jean Pierre was doing was definitely illegal. I wasn't an employee. I shouldn't be able to apply for any kind of benefits. "Why are you doing this?"

Darren gave me a level look and took my hand. "You may not realize this, but you're part of our family now. We want to take care of you." He paused and took a breath. "Jean Pierre felt horrible. He told me he wanted to hire you on last week, but...well, he procrastinates. He said, and I quote," Darren took on an exaggerated French accent, "Monsieur Dareen, you will take cair of dees, or I vil skeen you elive!"

What they were doing for me...it was so unexpected that I almost started balling again.

I snickered. "You kind of went German there."

Darren shrugged. "So my impersonation skills suck." He put his hand on mine again. "Listen, don't rush anything. Just let me know when you're ready to come back, okay?"

I nodded, felt my eyes tearing up. Darren noticed and smiled sweetly, then he hugged me again, kissed my hair.

He stayed for a little while, asking me how I was feeling, but he never once asked me what happened. I guess he wanted to wait until I was ready to talk about it. All I told him was, "A friend of mine needed help."

Darren smiled warmly. "You're one hell of a friend, Amy Carter."

Trevor walked him to the elevator, and Darren told him to call if we needed anything. It was hard to believe I'd made any kind of impact with anyone at Dangerous Angels in only three months, but apparently, I had.

We ate dinner - Mom's fabulous lasagna - and had tea in the living room. I'd wanted coffee, but Mom insisted. I was on the couch, leaning against Sarah, when she touched my chin and turned my face up to look at me.




Strange Days Ch. 42-47



"You look tired, baby," she said softly.

I smiled back at her and shrugged a shoulder. "A little."

Sarah leaned in and kissed me. "Let's get you to bed then."

Mom pushed her legs out and leaned back in her chair, stretching. "I think I'm off to bed too."

That made me think of something. As Sarah and Trevor helped me up, I asked Mom, "I guess you've been sleeping in Violet's bed?"

She nodded. "She's been staying with her girlfriend. She wants you to call her when you're feeling up to it."

I nodded and let Sarah and Trevor take me to bed. Since you couldn't see into our area from Violet's, we had a little privacy from Mom. Sarah held me up while Trevor took off my clothes, then they slipped a silk night gown over me. It fell almost too my knees, and it was so soft and light against my skin.

"Where did this come from?" I asked.

"Your mom," Sarah replied.

Trevor folded my clothes and put them on the dresser, then turned to face us. "Okay, into bed."

Sarah held the covers for me so that Trevor could help me into bed. When I was tucked in, I looked up at Trevor. "You're not gonna sleep on the couch, are you?"

"No, I..." he started, looking at Sarah, then he blushed.

Sarah smiled bashfully at him, and I couldn't help but wonder what that was about. I realized I couldn't smell his masculine scent on my sheets, so either they'd been freshly washed, and probably had, or it was more likely he'd been sleeping with Sarah.

Trevor seemed to know what I was thinking and said hurriedly, "We didn't do anything."

I laughed and held out my hand, which he took. "It's okay, even if you did."

"Well, that's not entirely true," Sarah said, and I looked at her at that. She shrugged a shoulder. "He let me cry all over him."

Trevor snorted. We just looked at each other for a moment. Me, I was waiting for at least one of them to climb into bed with me, but they looked like they were waiting on each other.

I held up the covers and smiled. "You guys getting in here or what?"

They beamed a smile at me. Sarah climbed in first and I rolled onto my good side to face her. Trevor tucked her in, then leaned over and kissed her cheek, but before he could straighten up, she put her hand behind his head and held him down. She looked at him for a moment, then pulled him closer and gave him a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. For a second or two, he look surprised, then he smiled and kissed her forehead before coming around to the other side of the bed.

Sarah looked at me again. I ran my fingers over her cheek and into her hair, then pulled her to me for a kiss. I'd meant for it to be a quick kiss, but Sarah had other things in mind. She slid her hand behind my head and kissed me back, taking a deep breath through her nose and pushing her tongue into my mouth.

While Sarah kissed me, making things tighten - and harden - low in my body, I heard Trevor getting undressed, then he slipped into the bed, snuggling up behind me. I felt the soft cotton of his boxer shorts against my legs, and part of me was disappointed that he wasn't naked. Granted, I was in no shape for sex, but that didn't change the fact that Sarah was one hell of a kisser. Apparently, you can fuck me up, but you can't fuck me out.

Heh. I should have that made into a bumper sticker.

Sarah gave me a final gentle kiss and whispered against my mouth, "I love you."

"Both of us," Trevor said, kissing my neck.

I reached behind me and took his hand, pulling it around my hip, where I didn't hurt on that side. He moved closer, until his body was pressed to mine in a solid line from my head to my feet. Even though he wasn't hard, I could feel his thick masculinity against my rear end. Unfortunately, that kicked off yet another bout of naughty thoughts. As hurt as I was, as tired as I was, I was suddenly overcome with desire, for him to take me from behind, and for me to take Sarah. Besides, the position we were in would have been perfect for it.

Unfortunately, it seemed my fantasies were broadcasting.

"Trevor?" Mom called from Violet's bed.

"Yes, ma'am?" he replied.

"No monkey business. Doctor's orders."

Sarah and I chuckled, and so did Trevor. "Yes, ma'am," we replied in chorus.

Chapter 44

A soft voice woke me up the next morning.

"I'm going out for groceries," Mom was whispering. "Call if you need me, okay?"

"I will," Sarah whispered back. "Thanks, Linda."

I heard Mom give her a kiss, then she left. I suppose I could have let her know I was awake, but I was so comfortable between Sarah and Trevor that I didn't want anyone to move. He was still pressed against my back, his arm over my hip, and he had a truly impressive case of morning wood wedged in the crack of my butt. Sarah was still up against the front of me, her leg draped over both me and Trevor.

"I know you're awake, goofball," Sarah whispered, then she kissed me.

I smiled against her mouth, tightened my arm around her, and kissed her much more firmly than she had me. She moaned softly into my mouth, put her hand on my hip, just past Trevor's. Feeling brazen, I slid my hand down between us and pushed it up her shirt, cupping one of her full breasts. Her soft fleshy boob felt so nice. I felt my cock swell inside me.

"I don't think this is a good idea," she breathed against my lips, but her hand slipped under the silk of my gown and between my legs.

"Yes, it is," I whispered, then kissed her harder, rolled her nipple between thumb and finger.

In truth, she was probably right, given my current condition, but it had felt like an eternity since I'd been able to be with her, or with Trevor. I wanted her, needed her. I raised my top leg a little, letting Sarah slip her hand higher up my thigh. The very tips of her fingers found my cleft, warm and wet for her.

"I think Trevor would agree with me," Sarah argued quietly.

"Somehow I doubt that," I smiled against her mouth. "You have no idea how hard he is right now." And good heavens, was he ever hard. It felt like a steel pipe against my ass.

"Really?" she snickered.

"Gawd, yes," I moaned softly, moving my hand down her body to rub her mound through her panties. "Take these off."

Sarah moved her head back to look at me. "Amy, I really don't think..."

"Never mind," I told her and smoothed my hand over her panty-clad mound, dug my fingers under the soft lace, and pulled it aside. "I can work around them."

"Amy, we..." she began, but gave a soft gasp when I parted her smooth labia with two fingers and stroked her opening with a third.

She was so warm and wet, so swollen with need, and what happened next was completely out of my control. My cock pushed out of me, but it was rock hard. I knew if I didn't move that it would hurt like hell, and it was already uncomfortable. I pushed my hips back to give it room, which naturally shoved my ass against Trevor's hard cock. He groaned in his sleep. That alone shocked me back to reality, but there was no way I could stop what was already happening. Inch by inch my cock came out, long and hard.

I pushed Sarah's leg up and moved my hips towards her, taking my cock in hand just beneath the head. My shaft was slippery with arousal, which was a good thing, because I don't think I had the patience I otherwise would have. It had been over a week since I'd had sex. I wasn't waiting. Couldn't wait.

When I rubbed the end of me into her cleft, Sarah's eyes went wide.

"What are you...?" she tried to ask, but I grabbed her hip and pushed inside her.

So tight, so wet. The soft walls of her cunt parted around the wide head of my cock, collapsed against the hard shaft of me.

"Oh, gawd, Amy," she sighed, shivered in my arms, touched her forehead to mine. She spoke so softly I could barely hear her, gasping quietly now and then as my cock throbbed inside her. "Trevor...he could...wake up."

I smoothed my hand up her back to curl my fist in her hair, pulling her head back to whisper against her mouth. "I'm kind of hoping he does."

Moving my hips, I pumped her tight heat with a few inches of my dick, fucking her slow and deep. This also rubbed my ass against Trevor's erection, and he was starting to thrust against my butt in his sleep. Sarah was getting wetter now, warmer, and tighter. I had to really work to push my cock into her.

"You're so...gawd, Amy," Sarah breathed.

I think she was going to say I was so hard or something, but with Trevor right behind me, bound to wake up at any moment, it was probably good that she hadn't. The thrusting of my hips was pushing my night gown up, and Trevor's boxers down. I could feel the swollen end of him rubbing wetly against the base of my spine, the hard silken shaft of him in the crack of my ass. His arm moved on my hip. There was no way I could stop fucking Sarah, but I had to get control of the situation. Besides, my knee was starting to throb painfully.

Releasing Sarah's hair, I stroked my fingertips over her cheek. "Move for me."

She blinked her eyes open, shifted slightly, and began rocking her hips, fucking against me as I lay still. She barely moved, keeping her body tight against mine, and I saw the brilliance of her strategy. When Trevor woke up, he would think she was merely rubbing against me. The key was that I couldn't let his hands roam around.

Reaching behind me, I pushed his boxers down and took hold of his cock. Jeezus, he was big, hard, swollen, throbbing in my hand. He felt massive. I'd just had my hand around my own dick, and I swear that his felt just as big as mine when it was sized for Sarah, as it was now. How had I never noticed this before? Was it a trick of perspective?

"Gawd, Amy," Trevor sighed against my neck.

He was awake. No time.

"Fuck me," I told him, stroking his length.

Trevor slid his hand between my thighs. Shit! I grabbed his hand and helped him lift my leg, then reached between my thighs, took his cock, and fit him at my opening. I took his hand from behind me and pulled it around my stomach. He slid it up to my chest, cupped my breast, and pushed every hard inch of him inside me.

Oh. My. God.

He was so hard, so big, stretching me, filling me, pushing so fucking deep, and with my cock buried inside of Sarah, it was too much. Delightful heat bloomed deep in my belly, burst up and out, and I came right then and there.

Sarah humped against me, churned her insides with my throbbing length, rubbed the end of me against the end of her. I felt her reach across me and pulled Trevor tight against my back. He released my breast to reach for her, hugging her to me. They held me tight, fucked me slow and deep, Trevor thrusting into me, Sarah fucking me into her. My dick lurched inside her, swelled.

"You're so tight," Trevor groaned against the back of my neck. "Can't...I can't...hold on."

"Go," I gasped, moving my hips, fucking back against him and forward into Sarah, fucking her while he fucked me. My senses were going wild, too much for my poor mind to process. "Go, Trevor. Go inside me."

He growled and pulled Sarah tighter against me, moved his hips faster, fucking me hard and deep with short but powerful thrusts.

"Amy," Sarah whimpered. "Gonna come."

I felt it begin, pressure in my belly, racing up and out of me. Trevor swelled massively inside me and Sarah's warm, wet walls fluttered around my length. I screamed, "Gawd!!!"

The core of my cock burned and I came from the tips of my hair to my toes, pouring thick cream into Sarah, just as Trevor filled me with his cum. It blew out of him so hard and hot that I felt it gushing against my cervix, bathing my insides with heat, filling me. Sarah grabbed my hip and hunched against me, ground her cumming cunt on my spurting length. We came until I felt creamy goo oozing out of Sarah, and out of me.

I lost all sense of time. The world collapsed to a singularity, where only Trevor inside me and me inside of Sarah remained. Cunts squeezing, sucking, milking. Cocks throbbing, spurting, spilling. We lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow of incredible mind-blowing sex, warm cum trickling down thighs, cocks softening.

"Jeezus," Trevor sighed and relaxed against my back.

Sarah laughed, so hard it shook the bed.

I felt Trevor's hand begin to roam, sliding down my belly. Shit!

With a thought, or maybe by instinct, my cock slid out of Sarah and back into my body, and the timing was perfect, because just as the head of me slipped back into my folds, Trevor's fingers slid over my mound and he cupped my sex with his hand. Thankfully, Sarah had shifted her hips back a little, so that Trevor's hand wouldn't brush against her cum-slickened thighs.

"Wow," he breathed, kissing my neck. "What was that all about?"

I chuckled and turned my head. "I may have missed you guys a little."

He snorted and kissed me softly, sweetly. He drew back to look at me, smiled warmly, then he reached past me and cupped Sarah's cheek, drew her close, so that her cheek was against mine and Trevor's rested on my head. I couldn't get enough of the feel of them against me, warming me between them. I could have lain there forever.

Unfortunately, once the afterglow began to fade, discomfort started creeping in, my ankle, knee, ribs, and it felt like a headache was coming on.

Trevor broke the silence first. "So, how do you two do that, anyway?"

Sarah and I laughed, partly because of his innocently curious tone, and partly because that was a secret between me and Sarah.

"What's so funny?" he asked, pushing up onto his arm to look at us.

"It's a secret," I told him, gazing into Sarah's beautiful blue eyes.

"You know, I can't punish her for being difficult," Trevor said, giving Sarah a level look. "But you're fair game."

Glancing at him, she bounced her eyebrows, and he chuckled.

"I'm gonna shower and make breakfast," she said, rolled over and grabbed a robe from the floor, draping it around her shoulders and sliding into it before standing up and heading out.

"Oh, now you're modest?" Trevor teased her.

Sarah whipped her head about, sending her hair flying over her shoulder, and she struck the most adorable pose, flashing him a lovely grin. Her expression, her posture, her robe, the flush of her skin, it all screamed 'come tease me, come fuck me'. Damn, if only I'd had a camera right then.

Trevor laughed and rolled out of bed too, coming around to my side of the bed and offering his hand.

"Wanna shower with us?" he asked.

It took some effort to tear my gaze away from the sight of his maleness. Though he wasn't hard, he was still long and thick, still wet from our coupling.

"Amy?" he chuckled.

I glanced up at him and smiled, snuggled into the sheets. My knee and ribs were really throbbing now, not to mention I had a killer headache building fast. I'd tried not to move around too much, but apparently hadn't succeeded. "No, you go ahead. I'm gonna stay here for a bit."

He frowned a little and sat down on the edge of the bed, putting his hand on my hip. "You okay?"

I nodded, putting on a brave face. It wouldn't help him to know how much I was hurting. "Just a little sore."

He gave me a long appraising look, then shook his head. "Liar."

I smiled.

Trevor picked up a bottle of painkillers from my night stand. There were only a few pills in it, enough to get me through mid-day. He gave me a couple of pills and a glass of water, set the bottle down and turned back to me, but I'd seen his hand again, the bandages there. "I better go pick up your prescriptions."

He stood up, but I took his hand, pulled him back down. He knelt beside the bed, asking what I wanted with his eyes alone, so I took his chin, drew him to me, and kissed him.

"When you get back," I spoke against his lips, kissed him again. "We're going to talk about your hands."

He took a breath, nodded, and kissed me again. When he was dressed, he stopped by the shower to tell Sarah he was on his way out. I couldn't sleep, so I just laid there in bed for a while. Sarah came back, arms above her head, toweling her hair dry, the rest of her wondrously naked body on display. Her breasts were so full, defying gravity with her nipples slightly upturned, and I absolutely loved the muscled lines of her body, the sharp V where her abdomen met her hips. Gawd, she was beautiful. I'd just had her moments before, but I wanted her again so much.

I groaned and pulled the blankets over my head. "There is definitely something wrong with me."

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," I chuckled, pushing the blankets back down so that I could see her. "I just can't believe I'm this messed up and wanna have sex with you again."

She smiled and bounced her eyebrows.

"Uh-uh," I shook my head. "Too sore."

When she was dressed - if g-string panties and a partially-see-through-threadbare-spaghetti-strap tank top count as being dressed - she came over and leaned down to kiss my cheek. "I'll go start breakfast. Shout when you're ready for a bath."

I nodded and watched her go. I lay there for a while longer, listening to the sounds of Sarah in the kitchen, trying to ignore the protests of my injuries, but I couldn't. I gave up and gingerly got out of bed. I don't know what compelled me to do it, but I hobbled over to the vanity and sat down. Apparently, I shouldn't have.

My reflection stared back at me with a black eye, swollen cheekbone, split lower lip. The horrible bruises around my throat looked like an ugly choker. There were more bruises on my shoulders, arms, where I'd been grabbed. It all came back to me, every punch, every kick, every ounce of hurt, and with all of it, came the memory of Todd choking me. He hadn't wanted to hurt me. He'd wanted to kill me.

I blinked at my reflection, realized I was crying, but strangely, I wasn't sad or afraid. I was angry. No, I was furious. My gaze was drawn up to the side of my head. I turned it a little, ran my hand over bare scalp, where I'd been shaved, fingertips brushing over the line of stitches.

Yeah. I really shouldn't have sat down at the vanity.

Blood roaring in my veins, pulse pounding in my ears and breath coming hard and fast, I hooked my foot through the straps of Trevor's bag and pulled it beside my chair. A quick search inside and I found what I wanted. I was right before. Trevor was definitely manscaping these days.

I adjusted the guard on his trimmer to the lowest setting, flicked it on, and pulled a Britney Spears, except I had a good fucking reason for what I was doing. Chunks of brown fell like rain around my shoulders, past my face, onto the vanity. When I was done, I turned off the trimmer, brushed the blade clean, and put it back where I found it.

My reflection stared back at me, only without hair. For a moment, I didn't even recognize myself, except for the eyes that stared back at me. There was no shock at what I had done, no remorse. Todd had tried to kill me, his friends had tried to ruin me. I wouldn't be afraid. Fuck that, and fuck them.

"You ready for some..." Sarah began as she rounded the corner, coming to a dead stop when she saw me. I smiled at her and ran a hand over my scalp, the short buzzed hair tickling my palm. Her eyes shimmered and she came to me. "Oh, baby."

She knelt beside my chair and hugged me.

"You don't hate it?" I asked her.

She kissed my neck, my ear, and even my buzzed head. She leaned back and gently held my face in her hands, smiling happily, even though she was crying. "I love it," she nodded.

I felt tears on my cheeks again. Sarah kissed my mouth, soft and sweet, whispering, "And I love you, Amy Lauren Carter."

I held her close, cried, and I'd never felt more content in my life.

Chapter 45

Trevor got back just in time for breakfast, carrying a life-saving paper bag of my now favorite drugs. Speaking of which, the pills I'd taken earlier had kicked in, so I was feeling pretty happy. Giddy, is probably more accurate. Sarah jumped up from the table when the elevator was on the way up. She caught Trevor just inside the apartment, told him something under her breath. He looked over at me and I smiled, even waved a hand at him, like I hadn't seen him in forever.




Strange Days Ch. 42-47



Yeah, I was just a tad doped up.

Trevor set down the bag on the kitchen counter and came over to sit next to me.

"What do you think?" I asked him, rubbing my hand over my head.

"Honestly?" He asked, expression unreadable, until he grinned. "You are strangely hot as hell right now."

Sarah laughed, and so did I, so hard I snorted like a happy little piggy, making his grin widen even further. He shook his head with amusement and gave me a peck on the lips before digging into breakfast.

I was shoveling eggs into my mouth when Sarah asked, "Do you feel up to seeing Paula today?"

I mumbled my assent around a mouthful of food, "Lub doo."

Sarah chuckled.

"What about Johnny?" Trevor asked quietly.

Sarah shook her head and leaned back in her chair, propping a foot up on the seat, sipping her coffee. "He's with his dad, dealing with...stuff."

Again, around a mouthful of food - gawd, I was hungry! "Oo mean 'ish ash-hole bruber?'

Sarah laughed. "Yeah, that."

"Hey," Trevor said, putting his hand on my leg, making me look at him. "Want me to shave my head too?"

I swallowed my food and washed it down with a gulp of orange juice. Feeling frisky, I grabbed his hair and pulled him close. "No. I like having something to hold onto when you're fucking me." Then I kissed the shit out of him.

"Amy, wait..." Trevor gasped into my mouth.

"Whoa, easy there," Sarah said, hands under my arms, pulling me back into my chair.

Apparently, I'd tried to crawl onto Trevor's lap, and was still trying, evident by the fact that my arms were around his neck in a death grip.

Like I said. Giddy.

The elevator was coming up now.

"Amy, that's your mom!" Trevor hissed, but then he groaned as I rubbed my groin against his.

I was getting warm down there, and my belly felt funny, like there were butterflies in there, pretty butterflies flapping their pretty wings in my little pussy, eager for my nectar. "Want you to fuck me, Trevor! Not mom!"

"Oooo-kay," Sarah laughed and pulled harder, trying to get me off Trevor.

"Come on, Trevor," I crushed his face into my cleavage, felt my nipples harden, my insides clench. "Suck my boobies. Stick your thing in me."

Trevor was laughing with Sarah now, but I didn't want him to laugh, and I didn't want him to struggle. I wanted him inside me. I growled and shoved my hands down his shorts, found his stiffening cock, and gave it a firm stroke.

"Shit, Sarah," he gasped. "You gotta help me here!"

"Yeah, Sarah," I said huskily, licking Trevor's ear. "Help him fuck me."

"Amy, you're going to hurt yourself," Sarah chided, curling her arms under my armpits and back to my shoulders, then she gave a heave and I was out of Trevor's lap. To my surprise, when she stood me up, she whisked me off the floor and into her arms. "Besides, you can't fuck him in front of your mom."

That made absolutely no sense to me.

"Why not?" I complained, hugging her neck, kissing her jaw and throat. "He's really good, Sarah. She can have him when I'm done." Still kissing Sarah's neck, I asked Trevor, "You'd fuck my mom, right Trevor? She's really pretty."

"Yeah, she's really pretty, Amy," he chuckled.

She laughed and asked over her shoulder, "Trevor, how many pills did you give her?"

I heard his footsteps, following us to the bathtub. "Just the recommended dose. Two tablets."

"Chicky here can't hold her dope then," she said.

"Come on, Sarah," I urged, pushing my hand down the front of her shirt to rub her pretty boobs. "Let me fuck him."

"Hey, outta my shirt!"

I nibbled her ear and breathed, "You can fuck him too."

"Maybe later," Sarah sighed.

"Really?" Trevor asked, surprised.

Sarah laughed.

Trevor got the bath running while Sarah stripped me naked. I tried to strip her too, but she kept slapping my hand away. She took one arm and Trevor took the other, and once they lowered me into the tub, I reached out and grabbed Sarah's panties, jerking them down her thighs. Before she could react, I pushed my hand between her legs and rubbed her soft mound.

Sarah gave a squealing laugh and bent over, pushing her butt out, trying to get away, but I got a hand on her ass and kept her within reach. I loved the feel of her soft cunt in my hand, but what I really wanted was to feel it wrapped around my girl-dong.

"I'll fuck you, if you want," I told her.

Sarah looked at me at that, eyes wide open, and when my finger dipped between her now slippery folds, her mouth fell open.

"Damn, Amy," Trevor laughed, tried to help Sarah get me off of her.

The elevator doors groaned open.

"Come on in, Sarah," I pulled her closer to the tub. "Get in the tub and I'll fill you up with my big thick..."

"Dildo?" Sarah interrupted me, scolding me with her gaze. "That's okay, sweetie. You just relax."

"Fine!" I huffed in defeat and slumped back into the tub, sloshing water around inside. I couldn't understand why she'd rather me fuck her with a dildo than my cock, but whatever.

Sarah and Trevor shared a look, shaking their hands. I don't know what their problem was. I just wanted to get laid. They were so stuffy. Total squares.

Hehe. I was totally bringing 'square' back. I mean, really...beast? Who says that? I should totally find out who made 'beast' happen and fuck them too.

"What was that about dildos?" Mom called from across the apartment.

"Mom!" I yelled in complaint. "Trevor won't fuck me and Sarah won't let me fuck her."

Sarah and Trevor laughed, and when Mom came around the corner, I threw my arms out and gave her a huge goofy smile. "Hi Mommy!"

She was smiling, until she saw my hair.

"Watch, Mom!" I chirped and dunked myself under the water. Hands grabbed me, and Trevor and Sarah pulled me back up. I giggled and said, "I don't have to brush my hair after a wash now!"

Mom set down the bags she was holding and looked at Trevor and Sarah. "Mind getting the rest of the groceries?"

"Not at all," Trevor replied, and he left with Sarah.

Well! So much for getting laid.

Mom knelt down beside the tub, put one hand on my shoulder and cupped my cheek with the other. "Baby, are you alright?"

"Uh-huh," I nodded, giving her a big smile.

She looked at my hair, ran her hand over my head and back to my cheek. "This is really cute."

"Yeah?" I asked. It was really important that Mom liked my hair. All moms should like their little girls' hair. "I don't know," I pouted. "Trevor wouldn't have sex with me."

Mom chuckled. "Trevor's a smart boy."

"Bah!" I flicked water at her.

Mom helped me take a bath. Actually, I just laid there and let her do it. I was too tired. She helped me dry off, put ointment on my head and another kind on my lip, then she tucked me into bed while Trevor and Sarah unloaded the groceries in the kitchen.

"Get some rest, honey," she told me.

"I'm not tired!" I protested.

That was, of course, about two seconds before I felt asleep.

Later, I woke up with a serious hard-on, and there was a tightly muscled and very warm body snuggled up against me. My dick was digging into their hip, and I could feel their warm breath on my face. At first, I was terrified it was Trevor, but as my senses came to me from a drug induced sleepy haze, I realized the body wrapped around mine was too soft in all the right places, too feminine. I blinked my eyes open and moved my head back to see.

It was Paula.

As best as I could, I looked around. We were in my bed, and it must have been nighttime. Sarah was asleep in her own bed, facing us, and I could see Trevor behind her, snuggled against her back, his arm around her waist. I could also hear Mom softly snoring in Violet's bed.

I vaguely remember being fed lunch, and dinner, but not what it was, only that I ate. I also remembered trying to get Trevor to fuck me, and trying to fuck Sarah. The last thing I remembered was being stripped down to nothing and being tucked into bed. I blushed furiously. Gawd, how embarrassing. Then I laughed, and though I didn't actually make a sound, it still shook the bed a little.

Paula opened her eyes and gave me a sleepy smile, whispering, "What's so funny?"

I laid my head back down and shook it. "Nothing. I was just a little doped up earlier."

She gave a slow blink of her pretty hazel eyes. It was so nice to see her, made me so happy that she was safe, that she was well. I touched her cheek with my fingertips, and she closed her eyes for a moment.

"How are you?" I asked quietly.

"Good," she smiled, then asked, "You?"

"I'm good," I smiled back.

She gazed into my eyes for a long moment, then laid her hand across my cheek. Her gaze lingered on my other cheek, the bruised one, then flicked to my mouth. She brushed her thumb so lightly over my lower lip.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

I shrugged a shoulder and slid my arm around her narrow waist, tucking my face under her chin, snuggling close. "It'll heal."

"I like your hair," she told me, and I smiled against her throat.

We just lay there for a while, me holding her tightly, her stroking my back, smoothing her hand over the back of my head. She shook then, a tremble of her whole body.

"Paula?" I asked in a whisper.

"I'm sorry," she choked out softly.

She was crying.

I moved back a little to look at her, cupped her cheek to make her look at me, and told her sternly, "Don't be sorry."

She blinked teary eyes at me.

"You're my friend," I told her, running my thumb across her mouth. "I love you." And I meant it. Tears fell down her cheeks, and I leaned in to kiss them away. "Don't you dare be sorry, Paula."

She hugged me then, careful of my ribs, then she touched my chin, tipped my face up, and she kissed me. Her lips were so soft, so warm, and when she took a sharp breath through her nose, that kiss was anything but a friendly peck. I remembered the way she'd kissed me in my living room, how hot she'd made with that one kiss, and this was about a thousand times more intense.

Maybe it was because we'd grown so close. Maybe it was because of shared tragedy. Maybe it was because we were feeling vulnerable, needed to be comforted. I don't know. What I do know is that one amazing kiss had me throbbing against her hip. But then her soft warm hand slid between us and wrapped around my cock.

"Paula," I gasped quietly.

"Shhh," she whispered back.

She began to stroke me, slowly, from root to tip. Soon, her hand was slippery with my arousal.

"Paula, you don't..." I croaked out, trying to keep quiet. I licked my lips and tried again. "You don't have to do this."

"I want to," she replied, silencing me with another mind-fucking-blowing kiss.

Her hand was so soft, so warm. All of her was warm. I managed to make my arm move, to explore, found her smooth thigh. I didn't even know what she was wearing. I felt the hem of a nightgown, or dress, I'm not sure. I smoothed my hand up her leg and to her hip, and when I realized I hadn't encountered panties, I took a sharp breath.

Paula pushed me away a little, so that I was still on my side but almost on my back, and I whimpered her name as she trailed a hot line of kisses down my neck. I felt her elbow brush my chest and saw her fumbling with the front of a cotton nightgown. She gave my a hard cock a delicious squeeze from root to tip, drawing my gaze there, where I saw a large glob of clear fluid ooze out of the end of me. I wasn't as wide as with Sarah, and especially not with Violet, but I looked much longer than when I was with either of them.

When Paula's gown opened, I saw her small but firm breasts from the corner of my eye. Her boobs were smaller than mine, but perfect for her slender frame, and they were capped with deliciously long nipples atop puffy areola. I couldn't help but lick my lips.

She glanced at my mouth and smiled. Sensing what I wanted, she shuffled closer, and higher, rolled me towards her and pulled my face into her chest. I flattened my tongue against her breast and licked up to her nipple, so stiff it felt unreal.

"Gawd, Amy," she cooed into my ear, shivering as I flicked her nipple with my tongue, drew it and as much of her breast as I could into my mouth.

I wrapped an arm around her slender waist, trapped her there, made love to her breasts with my mouth. Soon I was thrusting my dick through her clenched fist, in time with her strokes. Gawd, it was so hard not to make too much noise.

I felt her moving again, but I couldn't bring myself to leave her breasts. I kissed and nibbled all over her chest, up to her neck, snaked my hand into her hair and looked up at her, then brought her down to kiss me. She slipped her tongue into my mouth, kissed me, stroked my twitching length until I wanted to cry out her name.

She whispered against my mouth. "Do you wanna put it in me?"

I shivered. Gawd, yes, I wanted to, but at the same time, not now, not like this, not so soon after...after we'd been hurt.

"No," I whispered back, pulled her tight against me, and I almost changed my mind. She'd opened her nightgown completely, and her naked body was so warm, so soft and lean all at once. The slippery head of my cock rubbed back and forth over her soft stomach. I smoothed my hand down her back to her ass, content to fuck her hand, to hold her. "Just be with me."

She kissed me sweetly, asked, "Are you sure?"

I smiled against her mouth. "Later."

She smiled back, stroked me hard, faster, kissed me again. "Promise?"

I nodded, unable to find my voice. 

"Are you gonna cum?" she asked.

"Yes!" I hissed.

"Good," she whispered huskily, then she kissed me hard, deep, all tongue and teeth.

My cock lurched, by belly tightened, and hot cum roared up the length of me. I felt the tip of me swell just before thick cream burst out of me, landing hotly on my stomach, chest, even splattering my neck and chin. Paula stopped kissing me to lay her cheek atop mine, holding me close, still stroking my spurting cock. Her hand felt so good, stroked me so tenderly yet firmly, urging out rope after long sticky rope of spunk.

I felt the end approaching. My stomach heaved once, twice, and nothing came out of me, but on the third clenching of my guts, a huge rope of cum struck both of us in the face. It plastered my chin and mouth, and with a guttural moan, Paula licked her tongue up my chin, pushed a huge glob of hot cream into my mouth, and kissed the ever-loving-hell out of me.

I couldn't do anything else but surrender to her mouth, her stroking hand, her body writhing against mine, both of us slick with cum.

Paula broke the kiss to take a breath, then whispered, "Wow, Amy."

I laughed quietly, then Paula laughed too.

After a minute or so, she said, "You're a wonderful friend."

I snickered, still shivering now and then with aftershocks. "Pretty sure you're the better of us."

Paula kissed my forehead. "Thank you, for what you did for me."

Seeing her for the first time since...since it happened, since I'd been hurt, being so close to her right then, so intimate, and her being so gentle and loving, my defenses crumbled, defenses I didn't know I'd put up. I felt so vulnerable suddenly, so weak, body so sore, so hurt. If I hadn't been in her arms right at that moment, I don't know how I would have coped.

I tucked my head under hers, felt her wrap her arms around me.

I could have cried again, definitely had the tears left in me, but I was constantly reminded that I was surrounded by people that loved me, people that wanted to take care of me, just as I loved and wanted to take care of them. I was surrounded by friends, by family.

Being able to fuck them was just a wonderful bonus.

Chapter 46

Thankfully, Paula woke up the following morning before anyone else. She woke me up with a softly sweet kiss, then washed me up with a warm wet towel. My penis had retreated inside me at some point while we'd slept, and Paula marveled at it. We whispered back and forth, she had so many questions, questions she'd never felt comfortable asking.

"What changed?" I asked as she slipped a robe around me and helped me get out of bed.

She shrugged a shoulder and helped me make my way to the bathroom. "I realized what was more important than my own hang-ups."

"And what was that?" I asked over my shoulder.

She stopped me and hugged me from behind, kissing the side of my head, my stitches, to be exact. "You. Our friendship."

I smiled, felt all gushy inside, and I turned around to hug her properly. I felt like taking a shower, so Paula helped me out. My knee was sore as hell, and my ribs didn't feel much better either, but we managed. I was dressed in a clean and yet another new silk nightie that Mom had bought me, a pale blue number that fell to my knees, a fringe of paler blue lace at the chest, and barely-there straps that were tied behind my neck.

As everyone woke up, they kissed me good morning and asked me how I felt, Trevor first, then my mom, and by the time Sarah woke up, I interrupted her when she opened her mouth to ask me what I knew she was going to ask.

"I'm fine," I growled. "Just shut up and kiss me good morning."

Trevor, Mom, and Paula laughed. Sarah shrugged and kissed me.

Paula stuck around for breakfast. Afterwards, we were sitting at the table, just talking and sipping coffee. I felt Trevor's eyes on me and turned my head to smile at him.

"What?" I asked.

He smiled back, and it reached his eyes. "Nothing."

"They're so cute, aren't they?" Sarah whispered to my mom.

Mom and Paula snickered.

I rolled my eyes at them and asked Trevor. "When do you have to go back?"

Trevor looked away, to Sarah. She nodded and he set his coffee cup on the table, then he turned to face me. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that."

I glanced at Sarah, but she wasn't offering anything but a crooked smile, so I regarded Trevor. "Talk to me about what?"

"About me staying for a while. If you want me to."

"Of course I'd love for you to stay," I told him.

He smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

I nodded. He and Sarah were taking such good care of me. I really did want him to stay, but... "What about your classes?"

He shrugged a shoulder. "The semester is over in a week and a half. I can finish up my classes, take academic leave and come back here."

I blinked at him. Gawd, he'd do that for me? "But what about your degree? Won't that mess up your plans?"

He shook his head. "I've already thought it through. I can make it up on the back end."

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Trevor?" Mom asked.

I replied for him. "Mom, you can't stay here until I'm recovered. You have a job, and so does Sarah - actually, she has two, now that I think about - and she has school to deal with," I gestured at Sarah. Mom looked hurt, frowning slightly. I reached across the table and took her hand. "I love having you here. I really do. But you have to go back home at some point."

"I know," she nodded, then looked at Trevor. "But school is important."

"So is Amy," he replied, and there was a calm finality to it.

Mom just looked at him for a moment, then she gave him a little smile and nodded.

Mom and Trevor cleaned up after breakfast, letting the rest of us do our thing. Me, I was productively sitting on my ass on the couch in front of the TV, my leg propped up on the coffee table. I had a terrible itch under the brace around my ankle and foot, and it was starting to drive me crazy, but I managed to get at it with the big toe of my other foot.

I could hear Mom still trying to talk Trevor out of taking academic leave. Part of me wanted to defend him, tell her to drop it, but another part of me wondered if she wasn't right. Trevor was willing to put his education and future career on hold because he loved me. Would I ever love him like that? What if we didn't work out?




Strange Days Ch. 48-50



Another short segment for your reading pleasure (at least I hope you still find it pleasurable), though this segment is comprised of three longer chapters. I break my chapters where they make sense, not adhering to a fixed number of pages. These three chapters just didn't want to end as quickly as others have.

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Chapter 48

Mom insisted on staying a few more days. She wanted to go with me for my checkup appointment with Doctor Jones.

Hehe. I keep hearing Short Round's voice when I think of or say his name. Anyway, I was saying...

I was actually kind of looking forward to the day. Sure, I was tired and hurt like hell, but was hoping for some good news from the doctor, that I was on the mend. I was also excited about this afternoon. Violet and Holly were coming over. I hadn't seen them since I'd been hurt, and I missed them. Paula wasn't going to be around today, since she was finally getting some time with Johnny. I hoped he could find the courage to put aside his anger and be supportive of her.

Most of the morning was consumed by x-rays of my ankle, knee, wrist, and ribs, then finally an MRI. I hated the MRI. The machine was so damned loud, and being packed into a tight little tube wasn't pleasant. I made a mental note to ask Doctor Jones if he'd ever heard of open MRIs.

The worst part about the MRI? It wasn't until I was stuck in that damned tube that I realized the machine was looking inside me. Jeezus, what would they find? Would they discover my secret, my gift from Freyja? They weren't looking at that part of me - at least, I don't think they were - but what if? Gawd, what would I say? How could I explain it?

The rest of the morning was spent waiting for the results in Doctor Jones's office, and me freaking out. Mom asked me if anything was wrong, but I lied, told her I was just hoping for good news.

After what felt like a damned eternity, Doctor Jones came in with a thick file. Of course, the first thing he noticed was my shaved head. He flicked his gaze to my scalp, back to my eyes, and smiled warmly, giving me a slight nod, like he was proud of me.

"Still no iPad, huh?" I teased him, trying not to think about what was in that file, like a hastily scribbled note that read 'patient has a remarkable mega-cock inside her torso!'.

Doctor Jones smiled and shook his head, "Still no iPad." He began pulling x-rays out of the file and hanging them on a backlit board. He spoke over his shoulder, "Actually, after you mentioned it, I checked out to see if other hospitals were using them, or something like them. It's catching on." With the x-rays hung, he set my file down on his desk. "I took a look at one in the store. Saw the Director the next day and recommended we try one out."

He made his way behind his desk and turned on a large flat screen monitor hanging on the wall, like what Jean Pierre had in his office, only this one wasn't as big. Doctor Jones punched some keys on a keyboard and an animation the MRI of my head came up. Naturally, I couldn't make any sense of it. It was just a blob of colors to me.

Mom took my hand in hers.

"Okay," he said, making his way back to the x-rays. "Your ankle his healing nicely, the pins are holding, and..."

"Wait a minute," I waved my free hand in the air, and I may have squealed a little. "Pins?"

He smiled with amusement and pointed at the x-ray of my ankle. "Right here. You were pretty out of it that last time we spoke, but yes, these are the pins. Standard procedure for this kind of break." He turned his attention back to the x-ray and shrugged a shoulder. "I'd say you have six to eight weeks and your ankle will be good as new."

I turned to Mom, raised an eyebrow and mouthed, "Six to eight?"

She gave me a little smile and squeezed my hand. I returned my attention to Doctor Jones when he continued.

"I still don't see any permanent damage to your knee, but the inflammation isn't going down as quickly as I'd hoped. I'll write you a new prescription for that." He pointed to an x-ray of my ribs, then looked at me. "This is the tough one. The breaks in your ribs were clean, but there's not much we can do to help them along. Just try not to move around too much. Broken ribs have to heal on their own, and it takes time."

"How much time?" I asked nervously. My ribs weren't the part of me that hurt the most, but it was almost constant, even just from breathing.

"Honestly?" He shrugged again. "For most, as little as four months, but the discomfort can last a year or two, if not longer."

"A year?" I kind of wailed, eyes going wide.

Mom slipped her arm around my waist.

Doctor Jones held out a hand to forestall me freaking out any further. "Like I said though, the breaks are pretty clean. I think you'll be in the clear in six months or so, and past the worst of it in two."

I shook my head. This really sucked. I couldn't imagine getting back to my life hurting like this.

"We could put your upper body in a full cast, if you like," he grinned at me.

I frowned, knowing he was trying to lighten my mood. "No thanks."

"What about her cheek?" Mom asked. "And her jaw?"

That's when I realized there wasn't an x-ray of them on the board.

"Just hairline fractures," he told her. "So long as the inflammation goes down, and it has, we don't have much to worry about."

That was a relief. My cheek and jaw were tender, but they didn't bother me like the rest of me did.

Doctor Jones explained the MRI. I was pretty free and clear of the concussion, and there was no permanent damage. He gave me a list of things to watch out for, like nausea, dizziness, difficulty with memory recall. He also gave Mom a pamphlet of mental exercises for someone to run me through once a week for the next few weeks.

When he was done, he sat behind his desk. I couldn't help but ask, "Doctor Jones? Did you find anything...odd?"

"Odd?" he furrowed his brow, and Mom frowned at me. "Like what, Amy?"

"I dunno," I shrugged, chewed my lower lip for a moment, which wasn't nearly as swollen now, by the way. "Odd."

He gave me an odd look to match my question, but grinned. "No. We didn't find anything 'odd'."

My shoulders fell with relief. I guess they really hadn't been looking that low on me.

Doctor Jones studied me for a moment. "Is there something I should be looking for?"

"No, not at all," I told him, feeling so much better, now that I wouldn't have to explain to my mom and doctor why I had a huge dick up inside me.

Doctor Jones briefly went over the physical therapy I'd have to do. A nurse would be sent to my apartment for the first few weeks, but once my ankle was better, I'd have to go to a clinic for the rest of it. All in all, he said I was doing well. Then came the questions.

He asked me how I was feeling, emotionally, did I need anything, need to talk to anyone. He could recommend a great therapist, someone he trusted.

"No, I'm okay," I assured him, glancing at Mom. "I have a lot of wonderful people helping me through this." She smiled at me and kissed my forehead. I raised an eyebrow at Doctor Jones. "Lots of shoulders for me to cry on."

He chuckled and gave me a nod.

By the time we were heading out, I was getting pretty damned tired. Doctor Jones told Mom to pick me up a milk shake on the way home. It was a huge chocolate shake. The cup was empty by the time we got back to the apartment, and I was feeling better too. Mom saw me upstairs, and the moment the elevator doors slid open, a busty young woman squealed and threw herself at me, but careful not to knock me over.

"Hi Violet," I chuckled into her hair, hugging her tight.

"Hi," she said softly.

Over her shoulder, I saw Holly standing a few feet away, grinning with amusement, and further into the apartment, the shower was running. I'd almost forgotten how tiny Holly was, and so damned cute. She was wearing a super-cutoff tee shirt - I was pretty sure she'd flash the bottoms of her small boobs if she shrugged - and tight little shorts, sandals on her feet. She waved at me and I waved back.

Mom guided us out of the elevator and told me, "I'm going to pick up your new prescriptions and go for groceries."

I nodded, still trapped in Violet's arms. "We'll be fine."

The moment the elevator doors closed again, Violet took my face in her hands and kissed me, hard.

"Mmm!" I squealed against her lips when her tongue plunged into my mouth. She kissed me long, deep, until my knees went weak from it. Good gawd, could she ever kiss.

"I think she missed you," Holly chuckled, closer now.

"Mm-hmm," Violet moaned, her soft lips and warm tongue working against mine.

I put my hands on her shoulders, tried to push her back so that I could get some air, but she'd have none of that. Violet cupped my ass in both of her hands and pulled me tight against her. Don't get me wrong, I loved kissing Violet, but if I let her keep this up, I was pretty sure it would lead to sex, and I wasn't sure how Holly would feel about that.

I guess Violet sensed that I thought we should stop, but the kiss grew slower, gentler, until she nibbled on my lower lip and put my chin over her shoulder, hugging me close.

"Dammit, Amy," she said softly. "Don't scare me like that again."

I patted her back and chuckled. "Trust me. It's not a habit I plan to form."

"Good."

Violet held me for a moment longer, then let me go and stepped aside to make room for Holly. She gave me a quick but warm hug and stepped back, holding my hands.

"You look great, Amy," she smiled, glancing at my hair.

"Yeah, right," I smiled back.

Sarah came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her, her long dark hair down her back.

"Hey, baby," she smiled and kissed me, and though it wasn't a hot fuck-me-now kiss like Violet had laid on me, somehow, it was better. I'm guessing being in love with her had something to do with it. "Are you hungry?"

I shrugged a shoulder. "A little."

Sarah gave my hip a pat. "Let me get dressed and I'll make you something to eat, okay?"

When I nodded, Sarah left to throw on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. It was a shame, really. She could walk around stark naked for the rest of our lives and I'd never tire of it.

"Come on, Violet," Sarah took her hand and pulled her away. "Give me a hand with lunch."

That left me with Holly, who grinned and took my hand too, leading me to my bed. We sat down on the end of it and Holly turned to face me, putting her leg under her.

"So, have you been practicing?" she asked.

She was talking about learning how to control the size and shape of my penis, something she'd gotten a pretty good handle on. Her penis, I mean. Not mine.

"Not since I got put in the hospital," I pointed out the obvious. "But before that, a little. I can't change it much while it's outside. Honestly though, I don't really see the point of doing it."

Holly cocked her head a touch. "What do you mean?"

I shrugged. "Well, these days, it's just me and Sarah, and I'm always the perfect size for her, you know?"

She gave me a sly grin and shuffled a little closer. "Something I like to do with Violet?"

I nodded for her to continue, keenly interested. I mean, come on, I loved fucking Violet, so while her advice in this particular matter might not help me, I still wanted to hear about it.

"I make myself a little bigger right before she comes," she whispered conspiratorially. "Drives her fucking crazy."

"Don't you get bigger right before you come anyway?" I asked. I certainly did.

Holly waved a hand. "Yeah, but I mean bigger than that. It doesn't take much, but she loves it."

I grinned. "Okay. Show me."

She gestured at my lap. "Whip it out then, girlie."

Gawd, it felt good to be able to talk about this with her again. This was the first time we'd done this in person. Before, it had always been over the phone, or we were just talking, but strangely, I wasn't embarrassed at all.

Lying back on the bed, I shuffled out of my shorts and underwear, and took off my tee shirt, just in case it might get in the way. That left me in socks and a bra. With a tiny exertion of my will, I felt my penis stir inside me, then begin to push out of me. I thought of Sarah, willed it to be sized for her. I shivered as the swollen head parted my pussy and the shaft slid out of me. When it was over, I sat back up.

Holly glanced at my flaccid dong. "Okay. First, let's make it hard."

I wrapped my hand around it, but Holly stopped me with her hand over mine. "Not like that."

"Then what...?" I started to ask, but Holly leaned over me, grabbed my cock with both hands, and took me right into her mouth. "Jeezus!" I hissed, feeling her warm wet mouth wrap around me, her tongue licking at the underside of my cock.

Holly smoothed her hands up my thighs and took me deeper. I felt the end of me touch her throat, then push inside. I couldn't help but stare at her lovely neck as she swallowed around my length. She kept me deep in her throat for a few seconds, then drew me out when I was too hard to continue.

"Almost there," she sighed, stroking my spit-slickened shaft with her hand and slurping on the tip of me, my shaft swollen and thick.

"Gawd, Holly," I groaned, leaning back on my elbows. "You're really good at that."

She took her mouth off me long enough to grin and said, "I've had a lot of practice."

I quirked an eyebrow. "With yourself, I suppose?"

"Haven't you?" her grin widened.

I grinned back, watched as she closed her eyes and resumed licking, kissing and slurping on my now throbbing cock. It stood up from my pelvis proudly, hard and ready, the perfect length and width for Sarah.

"That's good," Holly whispered, sucking me briefly before saying, "Now think of Violet."

I nodded, closed my eyes, and pictured her. My most fond memory of her was the night before my interview at Dangerous Angels, when she came to me fresh from the shower, naked as a jay bird, and fucked the hell out of me.

I felt my cock swell, like I was going to cum, only I wasn't anywhere near a climax yet. Holly's mouth felt different somehow.

"Did someone call me?" I heard Violet say from around the corner, then, "Oh. Oh my."

I opened my eyes, saw her standing there with a hand over her chest, mouth open, tongue flicking out to lick her lips. She saw me watching her and slowly smiled.

"Damn. Glad I didn't miss this," she grinned, coming over to sit down beside Holly, facing me. "You don't mind if I watch, do you?"

I shook my head, smiled back, but then I glanced at Holly. My shaft was definitely thicker, sized for Violet, and I was a little longer too. It worked!

Holly wasn't done though. I think she was lost in the act. She just kept sucking and slurping on me, stroking my length with both hands, up and down in time with her warm wet mouth.

"She's good?" Violet grinned.

"Oh yeah," I chuckled breathlessly.

Violet called over her shoulder for Sarah to come to see. I don't know why, but I felt horribly embarrassed all of the sudden. If it hadn't been for Holly's fantastic cock-sucking skills, I'd probably have gone soft. But when Sarah came in and sat down beside my hip and smiled, I just blinked up at her.

"I've been looking forward to seeing this," she told me. My confusion prompted her to wave a hand and explain. "Violet told me that you and Holly had been talking about...you know...what you can do."

After a couple more minutes of Holly giving me one of the most amazing blow jobs of my entire life - well, my life with a dick, at any rate - she took me out of her mouth and slowly stroked me with both hands, exploring me. She stared at my hard length for a moment, then looked up at me and raised an eyebrow.

"You taste amazing," she said softly.

Sarah smiled at me again. "Definitely."

"So do you, babe," Violet smoothed her hand down Holly's back.

Holly blushed at the compliment, then sat back up and looked at me. "Have you been with anyone else?"

"Kind of," I shrugged.

Sarah raised an eyebrow at me and laid down beside me. "Oh, do tell!"

I blushed and told her, "Well, the other night, Paula kind of jerked me off."

"No fucking way!" Sarah squealed, pushing my arm playfully. "Are you serious?"

I bit my lower lip and nodded.

"Good for her," Violet patted my thigh, making me look at her. "She's been wanting to play with you for a while now. About time she did something about it."

"Think about Paula then, Amy," Holly told me.

I nodded, glanced at my throbbing member, still hard and ready. I closed my eyes, calling to mind how warm Paula's naked body had felt next to mine, how soft her hand had been, so gentle, tender. I remembered the feel of her lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth, how amazing she kissed.

My dick throbbed and I assumed I must have done something wrong, because it felt just like when it had gotten bigger, when I'd thought of Violet. But when I opened my eyes, there was a definite change. I was much longer than when with either Sarah or Violet, but nowhere near as wide.

Sarah settled back down on her side next to me, snuggling close. "That is so cool," she grinned at my cock, still glistening with Holly's saliva.

"Does that look about right?" Holly asked.

I shrugged a shoulder. "Honestly, I'm not sure. I didn't really get a good look at it when I was with her. I was definitely longer with her, I know that."

"How could you tell?" Sarah asked me.

I grinned at her. "Because my groin was farther down the bed than hers, but my dick was rubbing against her stomach."

Violet shrugged. "Well, Paula's only an inch or two taller than me."

I glanced at her, about to ask what she meant, but she quickly straddled me. Holly moved out of the way. My cock was laying against my stomach, the head well past my belly button. Violet took hold of my hard shaft and pulled my penis up from my body, until it was flat against her shirt clad torso. She was a little taller than me, which made Paula a lot taller than I was, but from the looks of things, I was much too long for Violet.

She grinned at me and raised an eyebrow. "Honey, I'm pretty sure this thing would knock on the back door of my womb."

All of us chuckled at that.

Holly gave me a quick glance, the corner of her mouth turning up just a bit, then she asked the girls, "Could you guys give us a moment? I wanna show her a trick."

Violet grinned back as she got off of me, and I wondered if she knew what the trick was. She and Holly had probably talked about it already.

Sarah nodded, "Sure." Before she got up though, she rolled over and gave me a sweet kiss. "We'll be waiting."

"Yep," Violet said, leaning down to kiss me too. She straightened up and winked at me. "Have fun."

When they were gone, Holly wrapped a tiny hand around my shaft and began to stroke me from root to tip. The feel of her warm hand closed my eyes, made me sigh with bliss, and I felt myself throb in her hand.

"Okay, scooch up a bit," she said, patting my hip. I shuffled up the bed and Holly knelt between my legs. She wrapped both hands around me, stroking me again. "So? How do you wanna do this?"

It took me a moment to answer. Part of me just wanted her to keep jacking me off. "What do you mean?" I finally asked.

She smiled. "We can do it like this," she said, giving me a slow but firm stroke up my shaft. "Or I can use my mouth," she licked her lips, then she took one hand away from me to crawl up over me so that her face hovered just above mine. "Or you can fuck me."

Being back in her mouth sounded great, but more than that, I was definitely up for having sex with her. She was so tiny and cute, so petite. Part of me wondered if I'd break her though. She was that small.




Strange Days Ch. 48-50



Holly gave me a knowing grin. "I think you wanna fuck me."

I grinned back and nodded. "Yes, please."

Her grin widened into a cute smile. "Okay then."

Holly shuffled back to stand at the foot of the bed, kicking off her sandals. She crossed her arms under her chest and peeled off her cutoff tee shirt. Oh my gawd, she had the cutest boobs. They were smaller than mine, but perfectly round, and so unbelievably perky. They were so firm that her nipples angled up slightly. They were small but harder than any nipples I'd ever seen. With her shirt off, Holly proved that while she was a tiny young woman, she was pretty damned fit. She wasn't as athletically toned as Sarah, but still.

She smiled as I watched her open the snaps of her shorts and pushed them down her hips and thighs, and from what I could tell, she wasn't wearing underwear. She bent over as she pushed her shorts down her legs, so I couldn't see what lay between her thighs. But gawd, did I ever want to. I think she knew what she was doing too, teasing me, because she grinned.

Kicking her shorts away, Holly crawled up the bed. I still hadn't gotten a look at her sex though. I watched her cute little body move as she straddled me, and couldn't help but run my hands up her thighs to her hips. Holly gave me a sweet smile, then straightened up, her hands settling over mine.

My gaze slid down her body, so small and tight, and finally, between her legs. She had a tiny upside-down triangle of dark hair just above her perfect little pussy. She was clearly aroused, since her labia were parted and what lay between them glistened with moisture. I liked my lips, wondering what she tasted like.

"We can do that later," she grinned, as though sensing my thoughts. "But for now..." she said softly, lowering her hips. Her wet folds seared the base of my shaft with heat. "Let's see what we can teach you."

I was helpless as Holly slowly slid her warm wet cleft up my shaft. The feel of her against me threw my head back, tore a groan from my chest, curled my hands into her thighs. Jeezus, she was hot! My cock throbbed so powerfully I thought it might explode. I was about to look at her again, but felt her soft sex slip over my crown. She rolled her hips, somehow catching me at her opening. She moved and I felt her hard little nipples rub over my chest, then one of them brushed against my chin.

It hit me then that if she was that far up my body but still had me lodged at her opening, I was still very long. She wasn't going to fuck me like that, was she? There was no way that could be comfortable for her. Just as I was about to ask her, Holly pushed her hips back a touch, and I began to slip inside her, but only a little, not even enough to take the head of my cock into her body.

"Holly," I gasped, lifted my hips, needing to be inside her, the promise of her unbelievable heat almost unbearable. But she rose up, letting my hard length fall to my stomach, then she lowered her small tight body against me.

"Wanna hear a secret?" she asked softly, caressing my aching cock with her body.

I opened my eyes to look at her and nodded.

Holly sat up so and took my shaft in her hands, pulling it up so that it lay flat against her torso. My cock was huge, thicker than when I was with Violet, and as long as when I was with Paula. The tip of my dick, drooling with arousal, sat just beneath her perky little breasts. I flicked a nervous gaze up to Holly. She lowered her body back down to me, crawled up again, and once more fit me at her hot center. She had to crawl so far up my body that my nose was level with her cleavage, and her hands were pressed into the bed above my head.

"I'm too big," I gasped, feeling her pushing her hips back, her searing folds just beginning to stretch around my tip.

"The secret, Amy," she began, rotating her hips again, caressing my swollen tip with her little cunt, slipping me just a little inside her. She locked her gaze with mine. "Is that we have been made for sex."

And with that, Holly pushed back. My cock plunged inside her. She was so fucking tight, but I felt her opening for me, her incredible heat surrounding me, snug and slick. She must have taken about half of me inside her. As she shuffled down my body on her hands and knees, I expected to hit the end of her at any moment, but then she leaned back and slowly impaled her body onto length. The journey inside her was deliciously slow, seeming to take forever, my throbbing pole pushing, pushing, and pushing, deep and deeper, almost endless, her hot cunt so snug, so slick, and so very tight.

To my amazement, her heavenly little pussy slid down my shaft until her lips kissed my smooth mound.

"Oh gawd, that's good," she moaned, eyes closed, back arced in a lovely line, her small breasts thrust up to the ceiling.

I shook my head. There was no way she had just done that, no way she had taken me completely inside her. I'd seen how big I was. Not only was I too wide, but I was way too fucking long. My cock should have been poking up into her chest. It must have changed size again. There was no other way to explain it.

"How...?" I tried to ask, but Holly began rotating her hips, massaging my length inside her. I tried again, "Did I get smaller for you?"

Holly grinned down at me. "Let's see."

She shuffled over me, getting her feet under her. The movement made me slip out of her, about half of me, I think.

"Give me your hands," she said, shivering around my pole.

I held my hands out and Holly pressed her palms into mine, lacing our fingers together. I'd seen people have sex like this before, but had never done it myself. I braced my arms to support her. Holly pushed against my hands for leverage, used her legs to lift herself up. My wrist hurt, but it was so worth it. My long hard length slid out of her, until just the end of me remained inside her.

Holy shit. I was still thick, still so long.

"Are you watching?" she asked, but she was looking down between us.

"Uh-huh," I breathed.

Slowly, Holly lowered her hips. My cock gradually pushed inside her, inch by agonizing inch. It was unreal how long it took her to fully sheath me in her hot little pussy. So fucking deep. Amazing.

When her smooth little mound was kissing mine, Holly straightened up again, released my hands to smooth hers down my breasts and stomach. I shook my head at her, unable to believe I could be that deep in her body.

Holly laid her hand just beneath her breasts, voice low and husky, "You're right here."

I shook my head again. "That's not possible."

She grinned. "Honey, you'd be surprised by what's possible for us."

And with that, she laid over me again, holding herself up with her arms, and she began rocking back and forth. My thick cock slid in and out of her as she rode me, fucked me with her perfect little cunt, so hot, so wet, and so damned tight. The feel of her, and knowing how impossibly deep inside her I was, threw my head back, bowed my spine.

"Tell me when you're close," she sighed.

"Mm-hmm," I moaned, unable to speak or open my eyes.

I grabbed her hips and began fucking into her, harder, faster. Holly settled her body lower. Her breasts rubbed over my cheek and I turned my head to capture one in my mouth, wrapped my arms around her body, held her tight and suckled her perky little tit.

"Oh gawd, yes," she groaned, cunt squeezing me, milking me.

I felt pressure building inside me, glorious heat. I released her nipple and gasped, "Close."

"Don't cum," she told me, breathing harder, faster.

"What?" I blinked my eyes open.

Holly pushed up onto her arms and looked down at me, eyes glazed over with ecstasy, gasping as she fucked me. "Don't cum. Hold back...until...I tell you."

I thrust harder, faster. My knee was really starting to ache, so I couldn't fuck her as hard as I wanted to, but still, she felt so damned good. I grinned up at her. "Is this...another secret?"

She grinned back. "Oh, yes."

My cock lurched inside her, swelled.

"Oh shit," she turned her head, frowned with concentration. "I'm gonna cum."

I nodded, managed to fuck her just a little bit harder, just a little bit faster. My knee was going to be killing me tomorrow, but it was so worth it. She was so much smaller than me, so tiny, petite. I wanted nothing more than to throw her on her back and use her cute little body to spill my cum.

"Remember...what I told you," she groaned between pounding thrusts of my cock into her little body.

I nodded, felt the pressure inside me reaching unbearable levels. She felt too good, too warm, too wet. I couldn't hold back much longer.

"Gawd, Amy," Holly whimpered. "Don't cum. Not yet."

"Holly!" I groaned.

She was going to cum. I wanted her to cum, needed her to cum, and I wanted to cum with her. It took every ounce of my willpower to stave off release.

"Uhhngawd!" she groaned so loudly, lay down against me, her face on my chest.

Her tight little cunt went berserk and bathed my pounding length with incredible heat. I remembered what she told me, wanted to fill her absolutely, stuff her full of hard thick cock. I throbbed inside her, felt myself swelling, felt her get that much tighter, but at the same time, felt her body adapt.

Holly screamed into my chest, came even harder. Her entire body shook, her muscles locked, and her tiny pussy milked my aching length. I needed to cum so bad. I'd never been this close to climax for this long. There was no way I could hold back any longer.

"Holly," I gasped, still pounding into her, every plunge of my thick pole into her small body knocking a whimpering moan out of her. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. "Gonna cum."

"Yes!" she hissed, hugged my head to her chest again. "Cum for me!"

I tightened my arms around her, held her close, and I let go. Searing cum roared up my shaft and spilled into Holly in an impossibly long stream, filling her in nearly an instant. My cock bucked again and thick cream gushed out of her pussy, flowing over my groin in a warm gooey wave that poured over my hips and stomach, and still I came. It felt so fucking good, was so overwhelming, that I became lost in the feel of so much hot cum roaring out of me and into Holly.

I couldn't possibly tell you how long I came. I only know that when it was over, both of us trying to catch our breath, we were lying in a thick puddle of warm cum that stretched from my ribs to my thighs.

"Oh my gawd," Holly whimpered and kissed the side of my head.

"Holy shit," I laughed breathlessly. "That was unreal."

"Some secret, huh?" she sighed.

I laughed again, smoothed my hand down over her perfect little ass. I was still hard, still so deep inside her. I caressed her cute little butt with both hands and pushed down, grinding my thick length against her cum-drenched walls. Holly cooed and kissed my neck. I couldn't move much, but I managed to give her a slow pump of my dick. Then I realized something.

"Hey," I said, rubbing her back. "Is this why Trevor fits me so perfectly now?"

"Uh-huh," Holly nodded against the side of my head. She pushed up onto her elbow to blink teary eyes at me, face flushed with the intensity of her cum. Gawd, she was cute. "Every dildo I use is perfect for me now, no matter how small or large."

"Really?" I blinked, then remembered something else. "Sometimes it feels like I'm tighter than others."

She smiled. "It's what you wanted then."

"Or what he wanted?" I asked, moving my hands to her hips, grinding up against her, inside her.

Holly shook her head, eyes fluttering shut briefly while I teased her steamy cunt with my still hard length. "No. The one thing I've learned...jeezus, Amy...from Helena is that Freyja's gift is all about us, about women." She laid her hand on my chest, hips moving with me now. "Your body simply knows what women want, what they need. Her gift empowers us to give pleasure, and to take it. It's that last part that helps sex with Trevor be so good."

I nodded. It made sense.

Putting her hands on my stomach, Holly pushed upright and began to ride me, just an inch or two of my dick, but enough that it felt oh so good. "Of course, guys just don't do it for me, so I can't speak from experience in that regard, but what you describe happens to me and my artificial friends."

I giggled, but only briefly. I was a little to overwhelmed by the feel of her riding me.

"Hey," Holly said softly, pausing above me. I looked up at her and she gave me a crooked smile. "Thanks."

"For what?" I asked.

"For not letting me be the only one with this gift," she replied, then she kissed the tip of my nose.

It was a sweet gesture, one of fondness and friendship, the first for us. Funny, I'd never made a friend by fucking them, which we did again. Of course, the true gesture of friendship was more likely to be that Holly helped me clean up the horrible mess we'd made of the bed before Mom got back. The sheets were completely soaked through with cum, and we had to clean the mattress too.

Glancing at the pile of heavy cum-soaked sheets and towels, I was damned glad we had a washer and dryer. I'm pretty sure Sarah's dad never would have imagined it would have been used for that though.

Chapter 49

Violet and Holly stayed at the apartment that night, screwing like bunnies, of course. Sarah and I were both too tired to do anything ourselves, but we cuddled and laughed quietly at the sound of their lovemaking. Sarah and I were both intimately familiar with the sounds Violet made during sex, and it was amusing to hear it from an outsider's perspective. I'll admit though, what I wanted to do was watch, not just listen, mostly because I was fascinated by the mental image of tiny little Holly with a dong big enough for Violet. I kept picturing her petite frame standing there with a cock hanging to her knees, the weight of it tipping her over.

They hung around the day after too, then went back to Holly's apartment. Paula got back the same night they left. Her time with Johnny had gone really well. She wasn't comfortable staying at the sorority house yet. Even though she would be surrounded by girls there, they weren't really her friends. They didn't make her feel safe. We were more than happy to have her with us.

Paula had me worried though. She was having nightmares, of being restrained in all manner of ways; tied up, handcuffed, taped, bound and gagged in any way she could imagine. Young men, sometimes Todd and his friends, sometimes faceless, always surrounded her, having their way with her, fondling her. Sometimes they would try to rape her, but she would wake up just before the horrific act. She was sleeping, but not well. It didn't take much prodding on mine and Sarah's part to convince Paula she should talk to someone. She called Detective Willis and he arranged for her to meet with a psychologist. He also asked her how I was doing, if I needed to talk to anyone, but she told him I was fine.

The next week and a half took absolutely forever to end. Every day, I was acutely aware that Trevor was one more day closer to coming back, and that Mom was one more day closer to leaving. A big part of me didn't want her to go. It was wonderful having her around. On the other hand, having her around all the time was putting a major dent in my sex life. I still hadn't gotten the chance to try any of my newly learned tricks with Sarah.

The last day Mom was with us, she treated me to a hot bath and helped me shave, and by 'helped me shave' I mean that I lounged in the tub and let her do all the work.

I had one leg up on the lip of the tub. Mom was just about finished with it when I asked her, "Mom, do you think it's possible to be in love with two people at the same time?"

Mom chuckled, eyes on my leg as she smoothed the razor under my calf, "Whoa. Déjà vu."

I laughed. She was right. After getting home from the hospital, I'd been in this very tub, with Mom shaving me, talking to her about Sarah and Trevor.

"Well?" I prodded.

Mom shrugged a shoulder and patted my leg. I lowered it into the water. Mom rinsed my leg off, hands kneading at my stiff muscles until the whole leg turned to putty. That was always the best part about Mom shaving my legs - it included a message, and she was great at it. I propped the other one up on the opposite side of the tub. "It's never happened to me, but I take it you have a better idea now of how you feel about Trevor?"

I nodded, watched her lather up my other leg with shaving cream and got to work. "It hit me a little over a week ago, when he was leaving." I smiled at the memory. "I love him, Mom."

"Well, sounds to me like you have your answer, sweetie," she smiled up at me, shaving my thigh.

"Yeah," I said, deep in thought. Mom shaved the rest of my leg, then rinsed it off and massaged it. "I just wonder what our future would be like, you know?"

"Want me to do the rest of you?" She asked.

Wow. That caught me off guard. She was the one that taught me how to do it without hurting myself, or missing anything, but she hadn't shaved me down there in a long time. Part of me wanted to shy away from her offer, but the majority of me warmed up to the idea, to be close to her again, to feel safe and loved.

"You don't mind?" I asked eagerly.

"Not at all, baby," Mom smiled and stood up, offered me her hand, helping me stand up in the tub. "Now what do you mean?"

She kneeled beside the tub and I put my hand on her shoulder for balance, then propped my foot up on the lip of the tub. Mom gently applied shaving cream between my legs.

"Well, assuming a perfect world," I began, watching as she set the razor on my skin just above my mound and delicately drew it down and under. My mom was really good at this. I actually trusted her shaving my nether region more than I trusted myself. "Let's start with who would marry who?"

Mom paused with the razor to chuckle. "Unless those new same sex marriage laws get passed, that one's easy."

"Good point," I conceded, watching her expertly shave the rest of my mound, then started worked at the rest of me. "Okay, how about this; who has the baby?"

Mom paused again, flicked a nervous glance up at me. "You aren't thinking of having a baby, are you?"

"No," I smiled and rolled my eyes at her. "But it's a valid concern."

Mom finished the final pass of the razor and set it aside. Using a washcloth, she wiped away the remnants of shaving cream, then she gently ran her fingers over my mound and labia, and under, testing her work. I'd always been fascinated with these times with my mother. It was very intimate, sure, but never erotic. That we were comfortable enough to do this together made me proud of our relationship.

Besides, if Sarah had been the one shaving me, she'd be making me soaking wet with her fingers right about now, coercing me to have sex with her. Not that it would take much coercion.

Okay, it wouldn't take any at all.

"Honestly?" Mom said and helped me back down into the tub. I raised my arm so that she could shave underneath it. "I have zero suggestions on that one."

"I guess it would be easy if we wanted two kids," I thought out loud.

"Oh," Mom chuckled. "Because then each of you would have one?"

"Something like that, yeah," I snorted.

"I suppose," she shrugged, rinsing my arm pit and getting up to come around to the other side of the tub. "But you have plenty of time to work that out." She quirked an eyebrow up at me. "Right? Lots of time?"

"Oodles," I grinned.

With the shaving done and the bathwater getting cool, Mom helped me up and out and dried me off. Normally, this was when she would sit me in front of the vanity to brush my hair, but with my head shaven, that wasn't going to happen. Instead, she made us tea and we sat on the couch, just talking, mostly catching me up on the latest family news. She hadn't told anyone what had happened to me, at my request. I was pretty thankful for that. Our family wasn't very big, but I had four big farm-bred cousins down in Kansas that would storm up to New York and make Todd and his friends "disappear" if they got word of my current condition. In fact, they'd probably end up being fertilizer for my cousins' farms.




Strange Days Ch. 48-50



We sat in silence for a moment, Mom staring into her cup of tea. Her shoulders slumped and she looked at me.

"I don't want to go, baby," she said softly, her eyes swimming.

I gave her a weak smile, trying not to cry, and leaned over to hug her. "I'll be fine, Mom. I promise."

"I know you will," she whimpered, holding me tight. "You have so many people here that care about you."

I smiled. "Yeah, I really do."

Mom leaned away to look at me, and she was grinning. "Can I ask you something?" she asked sheepishly.

"Sure."

"You and Sarah," she began, took a breath, and when she spoke again, she was like a teenager again. "How do you two...you know...do it?"

I grinned back. "I thought you said you had some experience with this when you were younger."

She shrugged. "Only a little bit. A girlfriend and I used to play around now and then, but nothing major. We didn't use any...well, toys," she blushed.

"We don't either," I chuckled, then thought about it. "At least not in a long while."

"So what do you do?"

I smiled, loved this moment with my mom. It was like two young girls, gossiping about their sex lives. For a brief moment, I stared into Mom's eyes, saw her love for me there, her acceptance of who I was, and I considered telling her the truth. It was right there on the tip of my tongue, 'Mom, I have a magic penis.'

But I couldn't do it. I chickened out.

I shrugged and said, "Lots of hands and mouths, Mom. Lots of hands and mouths."

She grinned, then looked at me for a long while. I knew that look. Mom knew I was hiding something. After a moment, she shrugged. "I guess I'll take that."

Inwardly, I sighed with relief. I just wasn't ready to reveal my secret to her.

Mom took our tea cups to the sink and washed them out, then I walked her to the elevator. Sarah and Paula came over to join us.

"Thank you so much for your help, Linda," Sarah hugged my mom.

"Take care of my baby girl, okay?" Mom choked, trying not to cry.

"I will," Sarah nodded against her shoulder. "I promise."

"Paula?" Mom turned to our friend and hugged her too. "You take care of yourself. If you need anything, you call me."

"Thank you, Linda," Paula hugged her back.

Mom said her goodbyes and left. I waited until the elevator stopped downstairs, then a minute more. I was really going to miss her. Only then did it hit me how very much I had needed her with me during all of this.

"You okay, baby?" Sarah asked, turning me to face her.

I nodded and she raised a hand to touch my cheek, just as I felt a tear slide down my face. I hadn't even realized I was crying. Sarah gave me a crooked smile and hugged me.

"Everything's going to be fine," she cooed softly.

"I know," I sobbed into her neck, tightening my arms around her waist. "I'm just being a girl right now."

Sarah laughed softly, and so did Paula, who I felt hug both of us from behind me.

"We'll take care of you, Amy," Paula told me, nuzzling her nose behind my ear.

I turned in Sarah's arms to face Paula, and Sarah slipped her arms around my waist, pressed up against the back of me. "Who's going to take care of you?" I asked Paula.

She grinned. "Quid pro quo, obviously."

Sarah and I chuckled.

It was Sarah's turn to nuzzle my ear from behind me. "Trevor will be here tomorrow."

I hugged her arms around my waist and turned my head to press my cheek to hers. "I know."

I relaxed in Sarah's arms, at the feel of her warm breath on my cheek. I looked at Paula and held out my hands, and when she took them, I pulled her into the hug too.

"I love you guys," I told them, feeling awfully tired all of the sudden. Sarah must have heard it in my voice.

"Let's get you to bed for a nap, okay?" she kissed my neck.

I nodded and let them take me to bed, stripping me out of my clothes first. When I was tucked in, Paula leaned over me and kissed my forehead.

"I'm going to head out and pick up your homework," she told me, smoothing her hand over my head. "Need me to get you anything?"

I smiled. "Something chocolate?"

She laughed softly. "You bet."

Sarah went to get me a glass of water, since it was time to take my meds, and Paula left. When Sarah came back, I took my pills and she lay down beside me, cuddling up against me. Turning my head, I gave her a kiss. Her lips were so soft and warm, I didn't want to stop. Kissing her, I let my swelling cock slide out of me. Yes, I needed rest, but more than that, I needed Sarah. She was still wearing her shirt and shorts though.

I tugged at her shirt and whispered against her mouth, "You're still dressed."

She chuckled, "Should I not be?"

Taking her hand in mine, I guided it to my dick, already long and hard for her, the tip of me slick with arousal.

Sarah blinked at me. "Are you sure?"

I gazed into her pretty eyes, needed her so much. "Make love to me."

Rolling onto her back, Sarah pushed off her shorts. She rolled back and straddled me, careful not to bump my knee or ankle. Her warm mound pressed down against my hard shaft, and I could already feel her wetness. I smoothed my hands up her thighs to her hips, watched her beautiful body revealed to me as she peeled off her shirt, full breasts spilling out. I licked my lips, wanting to taste her nipples.

"Come here," I told her, pulled her down to me.

I licked the flat of my tongue up the underside of her breast and took her nipple in my mouth, suckling at her, relishing the taste of her skin, the warmth of her body.

"Jeezus, Amy," she moaned, cupping the back of my head with her hand for a moment.

Sarah held herself up above me on one arm, took me in her hand and guided me to her opening. I shivered at the feel of her warmth kissing the end of me, then she pushed her hips back and I began to slip into her body. Fuck, she was tight.

"Oh gawd," Sarah shuddered above me, my cock filling her up, my mouth making love to her breasts. Inch by inch my thick length spread her open, filled her tight heat, and when the end of me touched the end of her, she gave a sharp gasp. "You're so fucking hard."

Impaling herself on my cock meant she had to push back, so I couldn't reach her breasts anymore, but I was content with her mouth. Grabbing the back of her head, I pulled her down and kissed her deeply, flexing my cock inside her.

"Ohhh, that feels good," she sighed, working the muscles inside her, squeezing my length with her warm wet walls.

Sarah gave me a quick but deep kiss, then sat up and leaned back, hands on her thighs. She twirled her hips, massaged my throbbing pole with her soft folds. She was so tight around my cock, so warm, and getting hot. I gazed up at her beautiful body, caressed my hands over every inch of her that I could reach, overwhelmed by how she felt, and how much I loved her. I wanted to just let her ride me, to enjoy her body, to cum with her, but there was something I needed to know.

"Sarah?" I said softly.

She looked down at me through lidded eyes and grinned, "Yeah, baby?"

"Are you my girlfriend?"

She smiled and tossed her long dark hair over her shoulder, leaned down over me, kissed me softly. "You know I am," she said, still twirling her hips, keeping me deep inside her as she fucked me.

I cupped her cheek in my hand. "I don't mean...what I mean is..." I struggled with what to say.

"Amy," she gazed deep into my eyes, stopped moving her hips for a moment. "I love you. I've loved you almost as long as I've known you. That has never changed." She shook her head and smiled. "I take that back. It has changed. I'm in love with you."

I swallowed back tears that threatened to burst forth.

"You're my friend, Amy," she told me, kissed me softly, and leaned back to look at me again. "You are my lover, my partner, and any other term you can think of that means I want to be with you, forever."

I couldn't help it. I cried.

"I love you so much, Sarah," I whimpered, hugging her to me for a passionate kiss, full of my feelings for her.

Despite how much I hurt, I shifted my legs, drew my cock down her heavenly sex, and thrust back in. Sarah moaned into my mouth as I made love to her, slow but deep, her body so warm against mine, so feminine. She cupped the back of my head with her hand, kissed me gently, but deeply, her long tongue licking at mine, the roof of my mouth, almost the entrance of my throat.

Her tight heat surrounded me, milked me, resisted me when I drew out of her, sucked at the end of me when I thrust back in. She was moving her hips faster now, in time with me. This wasn't fucking. She was making love to me. I could feel it in her body against mine, in the sounds she made, in my heart.

"Gawd, Amy," Sarah sighed against my lips. "You're gonna make me cum."

My cock throbbed, delicious pleasure swelled inside me.

"I want you to cum," I told her, humping faster, swelling inside her, so close.

"Amy," she gasped, her bottom slapping against me as her tight sheath grew hotter around me, wetter.

"Cum all you can," I drew out of her slowly and shoved quickly back in, felt the rising tide of a climax inside me.

She wrapped her arms around me, hugged me tightly. "Amy!"

"Cum for me, Sarah," I breathed, and just before she came, I willed my cock longer, thicker, more, until there was no room left inside her.

"Gawd!" she screamed into the pillow and ground down against me.

The tip of me pressed firmly against her cervix. That pressure in my belly released. Hot cum seared the core of my long shaft, pulsed out of the throbbing head of my cock, spilled into Sarah's cumming cunt. I crushed her body to mine, screamed my release into her neck.

"Oh my gawd, Amy," Sarah whimpered, shivering on my thick length, still pulsing huge ropes of gooey cream inside her. "Oh my gawd."

"I love you, Sarah," I whimpered, kissed her throat, cock spilling hotly into her fluttering pussy.

Sarah laughed breathlessly and twirled her hips, massaging my spurting length, milking every drop of girl-cum out of me that she could, "Oh, I love you too, baby."

She kissed me, soft but deep, and my cock gave a final throb inside her. If I hadn't been so tired, I'm sure I could have stayed hard for her, but I slowly lost rigidity. Sarah kissed me until I slipped out of her and my cock disappeared back into my body.

She pushed up onto her arms above me and asked, "Did you get bigger towards the end there?"

I grinned. "Yeah. A trick Holly showed me."

"Wow," she arched an eyebrow. "Remind me to thank her later."

I laughed and pulled her down for another kiss. Sarah settled down beside me, laying half across me, and I fell asleep.

When I woke up, Paula was back. I spent the next few hours going over the assignments I'd missed. There was a letter from my guidance counselor, outlining the deadlines that had been extended for me, along with all of the phone numbers for my professors, should I have any questions. I had a lot of work to do, but plenty of time to do it.

After dinner, we lounged around on the couch and watched a movie, then headed off for bed. We were halfway there when Sarah stopped and took Paula's hand.

"Wanna sleep with Amy tonight?" she asked.

Paula gave her a crooked smile. "You don't mind?"

"Not at all, sweetie," she squeezed her hand, then turned to give me a kiss. "Goodnight, baby."

Sarah climbed into bed and I did the same. Paula snuggled up against my back, her soft nakedness so comforting against me. She draped an arm around me and I took her hand, tugging it up between my breasts. She snaked her leg between mine, and we fell asleep knotted together.

Chapter 50

When I woke up the next morning, it was to Paula's pretty smile. She was lying on her side, propped up on her elbow, watching me.

"What are you doing?" I smiled sleepily.

"Watching you sleep," she said, stroking my cheek with the back of her hand. "You're really pretty when you sleep."

I snorted and burrowed closer to her naked warmth under the sheets.

She giggled and wrapped an arm around me. "You're snugly in the morning."

"Mm-hmm," I nodded.

Paula smoothed her hand down my back and over to my hip. It felt really nice.

"So, no morning wood for you?" she asked, with a hint of disappointment, I think.

I laughed. "Not today, I guess." She kissed the side of my head and I cooed happily, snuggling even closer when she draped her leg over mine. After a while, I asked, "Sarah at work?"

"Mm-hmm," she mumbled. "Just you and me this morning. But Trevor should be here soon."

I smiled. I'd really missed him.

"Why don't we get you all freshened up for him?" she suggested.

I leaned back to look at her.

"Shower?" she asked.

I smiled. "That would be really nice. I'm kind of tired of baths."

"Come on then," she slid out of bed.

We walked naked to the shower. Paula got the water going and helped me in, guiding me under the spray then helping me lean back against one of the walls. I watched her lovely body move as she reached for the soap. Her legs were so long, every inch of her leanly muscled, like a dancer, and while her breasts were small, they fit her perfectly.

Maybe I hadn't woken up with a raging boner, but that didn't mean I was dead inside.

Lathering her hands up with soap, Paula turned back to me and caught me ogling her. She gave me a bashful grin and started soaping up my left arm. Her eyes followed her hands, which felt amazing on my skin, by the way. Something about the way she was touching me was different, incredibly intimate, and very thorough. She wasn't just washing me. She was exploring me.

Her hands traced the contours of my body, and her fingers tested the varying textures of my skin. Getting more soap, Paula slid her hands up my sides and over my breasts, the feel of her warm palms on my nipples causing me to push my chest towards her. Her hands smoothed up my neck and her fingertips washed behind my ears.

Taking my shoulders, Paula drew me away from the wall to turn me around. I put my arms up and crossed them, letting my head rest against my forearms. Her hands slid down my back, fingers kneading at my muscles, sore and stiff from spending so much time immobile, and so much sex, though you'd never hear me complain about the latter. I felt her move behind me, then she washed my left foot and up my leg, then the other. Her soapy hands cupped my behind, one of them slipping between my cheeks, fingertips brushing over the tight bud of my ass, making me jump.

"Sorry," she chuckled. "Just being thorough."

"I'll say," I chuckled too.

I felt her hands between my thighs, and I widened my stance to give her room. Her fingers slid over my mound, missing not an inch of me. She was so gentle, her touch so relaxing, that my eyes drifted shut. I felt her settle the front of her body against the back of mine, her arms winding around my waist, soapy hands sliding up my chest and down my thigh.

She asked me something, but I missed it, even though her mouth was at my ear.

"Huh?" I blinked my eyes open.

Paula smoothed her hands down my tummy and asked again, "Are you going to let it out?"

I grinned at her over my shoulder. "Would you like me to?"

She bit her lower lip and nodded.

At my will, I felt something stir inside me, and a moment later, I sighed as my cock slid out of me. With my head bent, I watched it rapidly swell, so long and hard, the tapered end of me past my belly button.

"Is it out?" Paula asked.

I nodded.

She moved her hands back to my shoulders, both tugging and pushing, turning me around.

"Oh, wow," she said softly, leaning me back against the wall, gazing down at my dick.

Paula just stood there for a long moment, seemingly transfixed by the sight of my penis sticking up from between my legs. Her hands slowly smoothed down my shoulders and chest. Still staring at my cock, Paula slid her hands to my sides and down to my hips. Ever so slowly, her hands smoothed inwards, then they paused just short of touching the base of my shaft.

She glanced at me through her eyelashes, asking with her eyes alone if she could touch me. I gave her a nod, eager to feel her hands on me. Paula was a beautiful girl, pretty in a way that was different from Sarah and Violet. I'd fantasized about her since the weekend of my eighteenth birthday, when Sarah and I ran into her and Violet at the mall in La Perla. I'd wanted this for a while now, and it was finally going to happen.

Dropping her gaze, Paula slid her hands over my pelvis and turned them towards one another, gently holding my cock between her palms.

"Wow," she whispered.

I took a sharp breath as she gently smoothed her palms up the sides of my shaft. The pads of her thumbs ever so slightly grazed the sides of my crown, then she moved one hand beneath the other and wrapped both around my shaft, squeezing softly at first, then firmly.

"Paula," I sighed, cock twitching in her grasp.

"You're so hard," she said, looking up at me.

I tore my gaze from her soapy hands on my dick to look at her.

"Are you always this hard?" she asked.

I licked my lips and nodded, "Usually." My gaze fell to her mouth, and I remembered the feel of her kissing me. I flicked my gaze back to hers and smiled. "You have something to do with it."

Paula grinned. "Yeah?"

I nodded, smiling wider, then sighed when her hands slid firmly down the length of me. I put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed while she jacked me off with her soapy hands. My eyes closed, and soon my cock was leaking enough arousal out of the tip that the soap was getting thin. On the next upstroke, Paula squeezed her upper hand around the end of me and my dick lurched hard.

"Jeezus, Paula," I groaned, letting my head tip back against the shower wall.

She giggled, then said innocently, "We have to make sure you're clean, don't we?"

I looked at her, nodded helplessly as she began stroking me with one hand and twisting the other in short up-and-down motions around my drooling tip. Her gaze fell to my throbbing length, and she cocked her head, looking at my dong curiously.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing," she shook her head. "It's just...it's a lot like Johnny's."

I smiled, breathing harder as her hands continued to milk me. "Doesn't surprise me."

"Why not?" she looked up at me.

I let my hand slide down her arm. I could feel the muscles moving there as she stroked me. I shrugged a shoulder. "It's always the perfect size for whoever I'm with."

"Really?" She grinned, and when I nodded, she gave me a strange look, licking her lips.

Paula draped an arm around my shoulders and stepped close, bending my cock down away from my stomach. She pushed up onto her toes and curled her leg behind me, her calf at the small of my back, and my eyes went wide. She moved even closer, the hard tips of her breasts rubbing against mine, making me shiver, so close that the warmth of her tight body was overwhelming. Paula tipped her head towards me, touching her nose to mine.

"Let's find out," she breathed against my mouth.

"What do you...?" I started to ask, but she moved my cock, still in her hand, and the incredible heat of her sex kissed the tip of me.

She shivered against me, and I was slipping inside her.

"Paula!" I groaned, wrapping an arm around her so slender waist. She was so hot, so fucking tight.

"Ohgawd," Paula moaned, pushing her cheek against mine, wrapping both arms around my neck. Her hot cunt was so snug around my hard length, so wet. I cupped her ass in my hands, helped her push her moist pussy down my length, and she shivered as I slipped deeper into her body. "Ohgawd, Amy. You're so big."

I couldn't help but give her a little laugh.

"What's so...oh shit!" she gasped when the end of me pushed snugly against her cervix. She blinked wide eyes at me. "You're in. You're all the way in me."




Strange Days Ch. 48-50



I nodded, licked my lips. She felt so fucking good, and she was unbelievably tight, tighter than Sarah, Violet or Holly. She may have even been tighter than when I'd fucked Sarah with a cock made for Violet.

"Does it feel good?" I asked her, tightening my hold on her ass, moving her hips a little, my aching length rubbing her warm wet walls.

"Gawd, yes," she sighed, eyes fluttering shut. Cupping her behind, I pulled her up a few inches, relished the feel of her silken folds sliding up my length, then pushed her back down. Paula licked her lips and asked, "What...oh sweet jeezus..." she breathed, rubbing her cheek against mine again, kissing my ear delicately. Her arms tightened around my shoulders as I fucked her slow but deep. "What was so funny?"

"Oh, that," I chuckled, slowly pulling her up, then pushing her back down until I felt the smooth lips of her cunt press against my groin. "This is actually the smallest I've ever been."

"Really?" she asked, shivering as I fucked my cock into her again. She felt so good that I couldn't stop, and soon she was flexing the muscles of her leg and fucking me back, meeting each of my thrusts with one of her own. "But you feel so...gawd...you feel so big."

I smoothed my hands over the tight globes of her ass, ran the tips of my fingers down the crack between them. "Everyone's different," I breathed, loving the feel of her tightly muscled body.

"How big...are you...with Sarah?" she asked between gulping breaths, moving her hips faster.

I smoothed a hand up her back, let my fingertips slide further down the crack of her behind, rubbing over the tight bud of her ass.

"Oh!" she jumped in my arms a little, shivered against me.

I chuckled and explored further, until I felt the bottom of her cleft, labia swollen with arousal, stretched tightly around my pumping shaft.

"A lot wider," I told her, turning my head to nibble on her ear. "But not as long."

"Gawd, Amy," she whimpered, humping against me harder, her body slapping against mine. "What about...ohmygawd...with Violet?"

"Hung like a horse," I chuckled, and she laughed with me. Fuck me, she felt amazing. I tightened my arms around her waist and really started fucking her. Standing up like we were, I could only fuck her with about half of my length, but I buried myself deep inside her with every stroke. "You feel so good, Paula."

"Gawd, so do you," she breathed, and she bit my neck.

A tremor ripped through me and I felt heat growing in my belly. I was close.

"You're getting bigger," she gasped, holding me tighter, fucking me faster. "Are you gonna cum?"

"Yeah," I nodded against her cheek. "Are you?"

"Oh, gawd, yes," she nodded back, biting my neck again. "You can't get me pregnant, right?"

"No," I groaned, felt my cock swelling, throbbing. I grit my teeth, held back the tide of release.

"You're sure?"

"Yes," I hissed.

Paula shivered, tightened her hold on me until I could barely breathe, then whispered, "Then cum inside me, Amy."

"Gawd!" I screamed, and let go.

Hot cum roared up my shaft, spilled into her, filled her until my length was swimming in thick cream.

"Oh my...ohgawd!" Paula wailed, fucking against me so hard that it jarred me down to my feet.

My cock lurched in her gripping cunt again and again, until I could feel my cum leaking out of her, oozing down my thighs.

"You're coming so hard," she cried, digging her nails into my back. She began twirling her hips, rubbing my jerking spurting length with her cum-coated walls.

My belly tightened again. I flexed my arms around her waist, pulled her down and hunched my hips up towards her, and felt the end of me press against her cervix as a vicious burst of cum gushed into her.

Paula cooed in my arms and she peaked again, calling my name, telling me how good it felt to have me inside her. She shivered against me, thoroughly impaled on my spurting cock, and began raining feathery kisses on my face and neck. I stroked her back gently, holding her a little less tightly, basking in the afterglow of wonderful sex.

"Gawd, that was good," she sighed, kissing my ear.

I smoothed a hand down to her ass and cupped a tight cheek. Paula's cum soaked walls squeezed down on my cock.

"You're still hard," she said quietly, leaning away to look at me. She bit her lower lip, then she grinned. "Come on."

Standing up on her toes again, Paula drew me out of her. She rinsed us off, then took my hand and guided me back to my room, towels in her other hand. She dried herself off, then helped dry me. Dropping the towels to the floor, she took my hands and turned my back to the bed, then she stepped into me, my still hard cock pressed between our stomachs. The swollen tips of her breasts rubbed against mine as she slipped her arms around my waist and cupped my ass, then she kissed me.

I swooned in moments, her tongue licking at my teeth, the roof of my mouth, twisting around my own tongue. This was exactly how she'd kissed me back at home. I managed to make my body obey me and wrapped my arms around her, moving my hips to rub my cock against her stomach.

"I want you again," she breathed against my mouth, and I shivered, wanting so badly to be inside her body once more. "Is that okay?"

"Uh-huh," I whimpered.

Paula smiled against my lips. "Good."

Taking my hands, she helped me climb onto the bed, then she had me lay down on my back. I watched her crawl over me, her beautiful body so tight and lean, her long blue-black hair tossed to one side. Her gaze was fixed on my long throbbing length, which was leaking glistening cum onto my stomach.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she suddenly laughed softly, taking my cock in her hand to lift it up and away from my belly.

"Doing what?" I asked breathlessly, gaze fixed to her glistening folds hovering just above the angrily swollen head of my girl-dong.

"Fucking you," she grinned at me, then she lowered her body.

"Oh gawd," I moaned, closed my eyes at the feel of her tight heat surrounding me again. So slick, so hot. Inch by inch my length slid into her, the wider head of me spreading her open.

Paula wasted no time. With her hands on the bed under my arms, she began rocking her hips back and forth, fucking me slow but deep. Her eyes closed and her brow pinched together.

"You feel so good, Amy," she breathed.

I couldn't just lay there. I slid my hands up her thighs and around, cupping her tight ass, kneading the flesh there while she rode me. She wasn't moving that slow, but it seemed to take forever for her tight cunt to slip up the length of my shaft until I was just at her opening, then gulp me back inside. I let my head loll to the side, licked my lips, and began moving my hips just a little, just enough to fuck her back. My cock poked deeper into her quivering core.

"Oh, gawd," she gasped, and the next time she came down on me, it was with much more force. "Oh, gawd, Amy."

I slid my hands up her back and pulled her down to me. Paula buried her face in the crook of my neck and shoulder. Her body flattened against mine, so warm, so tight, but so soft too. I moved my hips, fucked her with short but deep thrusts, the tip of my cock lightly nudging the end of her on every stroke.

"Cum for me, Paula," I whispered into her ear.

"Oh, my..." she gasped, her body tensed, and her warm folds flooded with heat, gripped me like a vice. Then she screamed into my neck. "Gawd!"

Her heavenly cunt bathed my length with girl-cum, and her body shook violently. Still I fucked her, felt the core of my dick tingle, then burn, but the good kind of burn.

"Keep cumming," I told her, humping into her cumming cunt faster, harder.

"Amy!" she cried, and she sank her teeth into my shoulder.

"Cum all you can."

Paula screamed into my shoulder, and she bit me harder. I felt her warm girl-cum trickled down my wet cleft and into the crack of my ass. She was so wet there wasn't much friction anymore, not enough to push me over the edge. Cupping her ass, I drew almost completely out of her, then I willed my cock bigger, thicker. When I pushed back in, she was much tighter.

"Oh my...oh jeezus!" Paula whimpered.

Inch by long hard inch my thick tool filled her depths. When I bottomed out, I picked up the pace again, fucking her seething cunt until she was gasping for breath, biting my shoulder, wrapping her arms around my neck and humping into me, meeting my thrusts with her own.

"So big...so hard," she cried.

My belly tightened. My cock throbbed, lurched inside her.

"Cumming," I hissed.

"Yes, yes," Paula gasped, kissed my jaw, cheek. "Please, yes."

Then she kissed me. I erupted like a volcano, filled her with thick cum with a huge burst. The second lurch of my dong sent hot cream flowing out of her, and the third caused what felt like a wave of jizz to roil out of her and flow between my legs.

"So much cum," Paula moaned into my mouth. "I love it."

I could only moan back to her. I held her down, pinned on my spurting length. Every time my dick would throb, spilling more cum inside her, even more thick cream gushed out of her. It felt like I could cum forever. And I wanted to. Oh, how I wanted to fill her with cream for the rest of my days.

But I knew this feeling. I knew if I didn't let my body come back down from the peak of ecstasy, if I didn't stop cumming, I would cum until I passed out. I was already feeling light headed. But there was no end in sight. Even though I went still, my dick continued to buck and spurt, and Paula humped against me, not a lot of movement, but enough to rub me with her soaked walls, enough to milk me endlessly.

"Paula," I grunted, wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. "Stop moving."

Her arms tightened around my neck and she breathed, "But it feels so good."

I shook my head, but Paula only ground her hips against mine, fucking my cock deep in her body. Thick cum was pooling under my ass. Never mind the fact that we were making a devastating mess of my bed. Paula was going to fuck me into darkness.

"The living room," I gasped.

Paula moved, so that she was looking down at me through lidded eyes. "What?"

"Girl's night," I breathed, black spots clouding my vision, cock spilling endlessly. "Gonna pass out."

"Oh!" She squealed, eyes wide with understanding, remembering me almost passing out from cumming on the living room floor back home.

Pushing up onto her arms, Paula raised her hips until I slid out of her with a pop. My thick tool slapped hard against my stomach, then promptly bucked and shot a huge thick rope of hot cum up my body and past my head.

"Holy shit!" Paula giggled.

My dick pulsed again and again, each rope lessening in intensity, which had the unfortunate side of effect of not clearing me or the bed, and soon I felt warm cum spattering me from forehead to tits. At last, the storm ended and my dick gave a final feeble spurt of cream onto my breasts.

"Jeezus," I croaked, keeping my eyes shut, since one of them was caked with girl-cum.

"Damn, Amy," Paula giggled again, and I felt her get out of bed. She came back with a towel and gently wiped the cum from my eyes and face. "You really made a mess."

"Yeah, well, it was your fault," I told her.

She laughed and began wiping down my body. She looked at the bed and shook her head. "Wow. There must be a milk jug worth of cum here."

I screwed up my face. "That's gross."

She laughed, and I laughed with her. While she wiped me down, I felt sleep taking me.

"Hey," her soft voice drew me back to the world of the living.

I opened my eyes to see her leaning over me, a warm expression on her face.

"Thank you," she smiled.

I smiled back. "Same to you."

She gave me a quick but thorough kiss.

"Come on," she told me, taking my hands. "Let's get you cleaned up and in Sarah's bed, and I'll take care of the rest so you can sleep."

There were no objections from me.

After Paula cleaned us up, I snuggled up into Sarah's bed and quickly dozed off. I wasn't asleep very long, because when I woke up to the sound of the elevator doors opening, I heard Trevor's voice.

"What's going on?" he asked quietly.

"Just tidying up," Paula replied.

After a moment, Trevor knelt beside the bed and brushed the back of his hand across my cheek. I smiled up at him sleepily. "Hey, baby."

"Hey yourself," he grinned, and he leaned over to kiss me.

It felt so good to be kissed by him again, smell his masculine scent, feel the warmth of him near me. He hadn't been gone long, but I'd missed him, much more than I'd expected to. Not only that, even though I'd had sex with Paula less than an hour before, heat pooled in my belly. I had an itch that only Trevor could scratch.

Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, I rolled onto my back and jerked him down on top of me on the bed.

"Amy!" he chuckled into my mouth, pushing up onto his elbows.

"What?" I teased, kissing him softly. The sheet had slid partially off of me, so I snaked a leg around his waist and dug my heel into his butt, pulling him between my legs. With a thrust of my hips, I rubbed up against his groin.

Trevor groaned, "You're insatiable, you know that?"

"Uh-huh," I smiled against his mouth and slipped a hand under the band of his shorts.

I was delighted when my hand slid over his muscular ass, discovering he was going commando today. Fire bloomed deep inside me, a raging need for him that overwhelmed me. I had to have him, now. I dug my nails into the warm skin of his ass, ground my weeping cleft against the growing bulge in his shorts.

"Missed you," I breathed, nibbling his lower lip.

I moved my hand between us to unzip his shorts, then reached in to grasp his cock. Gawd, he was so hard, and he felt hot enough in my palm to scorch my skin. I squeezed his length, felt him throb.

"Gawd, Amy," he groaned.

"Need you," I pulled his cock out of his shorts, rubbed the tip of him into my weeping slit.

"But Paula..." he began, but hissed at the feel of my hot folds kissing the tip of him.

I curled my hand into a fist in the hair on the back of his head, kept his mouth against mine. "Paula can find a nice hard cock of her own."

He chuckled into my mouth, then he moved his hips, lightly rubbing the swollen head of his dick over my clit, making me gasp. A tremor shot through my entire body. He did it again, plunged his tongue into my mouth, kissing me furiously while rubbing the hard shaft of him up and down my slick furrow, tormenting me. In moments, he had me shaking and shivering beneath him, a small cum threatening to burst through me.

"Trevor, please," I practically begged him, spreading my legs so wide, thrusting my hips, trying to catch his beautiful cock at my opening. I'd never felt so wanton in my life. "Fuck me. Please, baby, please, fuck me."

"Come for me first," he growled, nipped my lower lip, then bent his back to capture a breast in his hot wet mouth.

And I came on the spot.

"Gawd!" I wailed, body wracked with bliss, arousal leaking out of me and down the crack of my butt. I thrust my hips against his hard length, slick with my juices. I dug my nails into his ass through his shorts, pulled him to me, increasing the pressure on my clit. My climax reached new heights, no longer a small cum. It roared through me until I was panting like a bitch in heat.

Trevor licked my lips and kissed me, then drew back to give me an incredibly intense look and said, "Now I'll fuck you."

And with that, his achingly hard cock knifed into me.

I screamed at the feel of him filling me, so long and hard, so thick, throbbing with potency against my clenching walls. I curled my body up to him, pressing my cheek against his, grinding my cunt onto his wonderful cock. I felt him shift above me, slide almost completely out of me, so that his arms were behind my knees and he was bending me almost in half. With a grunt, Trevor thrust straight down into my passage, forcing me open, pushing so fucking deep. Then he fucked me.

"You're so fucking hard, Trevor," I whimpered, shivered beneath him, wrapped my arms around my legs and pulled them down until my knees touched my shoulders. The next thrust of his cock was so deep that I swear I felt him in my belly. "Ohgawdyes...ohgawd...ohgawdgonnacum!"

Trevor growled, the sound so masculine, so ferocious, so unlike him, then he began hammering my poor little pussy. His hips crashed into mine. My knee burned with the strain, my ribs ached, my wrist throbbed, but all of the pain was pushed away by the glorious feel of him using my body, manipulating me so masterfully, so unlike he had ever done before.

His long hard length slashed in and out of me, almost too hard, almost too big, almost too much, almost too good. Hot cum poured into me, sent me over the edge. I screamed my release, the feel of his cum splashing against the deepest parts of me shattering my senses, reducing my state of being to nothing more than a great cumming cunt. He had never cum so hard, nor so much, filling my tight channel beyond capacity, until his thick cream flowed over my butt and down my lower back.

I nearly blacked out with the pleasure, felt my body go limp. I don't know when he stopped cumming, or when I did, for that matter. I only knew it was over because he drew out of me slowly, inch by long hard inch. Thick cum gushed out of me, poured down my butt crack as he lowered my legs back to the bed.

"Oh my gawd, Trevor," I breathed.

His breathless laugh was confident, cocky, thoroughly self-satisfied.

I smirked at him. "Aren't you just so proud of yourself."

He gave me an incredulous look. "Hell, yes."

I laughed and pulled him down to me, hugged him, kissed him. "I love you."

"Now don't go getting all mushy on me," he teased, nibbling my lip, stroking my leg with his strong hand. "That was a perfectly executed fucking. Don't ruin it with sweetness."

I laughed. He was absolutely right. We hadn't just made love. We'd fucked like animals. With Paula in the shower, Trevor and I lay there for a while, kissing and petting. Eventually, we cleaned up, got me dressed, and relaxed in the living room. Paula joined us a little while later. The various hurts of my body came back as the afterglow of amazing sex faded, and soon my knee and ribs were killing me. I tried my best to ignore it.

Trevor stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. "You okay?"

He was clearly concerned, knew something was wrong.

"Yeah," I nodded. "But could you get me my pills?"

He frowned, then said, "Sure."

He got up and went to my nightstand, then to the kitchen for a glass of water.

"Sounded like it was worth it," Paula said, and I glanced at her to see her grinning like a cat.

I grinned back. "Totally."

Trevor came back and handed me the water and a pill.

"Sorry, Amy," he said softly as he sat down beside me.

I drank half the water with my pill, set down the glass, and snuggled up against his side, pulling his arm around my shoulders to hold me. "Like I just told Paula," I smiled and kissed his chest through his shirt. "Totally worth it."

Trevor snorted and kissed my head, and the tension slipped out of him.

I started to fall asleep on the couch, snuggled up to the man I loved, but I managed to catch the beginning of a hushed conversation between Trevor and Paula.

"I still can't get over it," Paula said.

"Get over what?" Trevor asked.

"That the three of you are sleeping together."

"We're not sleeping together," he replied, and I could hear the smile in what he said next. "We are sleeping with her."

There was a pause before Paula asked, "You mean you and Sarah...you haven't done anything?"

"No, not really."

"What does not really mean?" Paula asked, and I could hear her smile too.

"Well, she kissed me once," he told her, and Paula took a sharp breath. Trevor quickly added, "But it was a friendly kiss. She wasn't coming on to me or anything." He paused, then said, "At least, I don't think she was." He sounded thoughtful at that last part, and I smiled to myself.




Strange Days Ch. 48-50



Personally, I didn't think Sarah had been coming on to him either, but I was hopeful she'd get around to it. I loved them both, more than anything in the world. I was so happy with them. The only thing that would make me happier was if they loved each other as much as they loved me, as much as I loved them.

"And that's all?" Paula asked.

I heard Trevor's smile in his reply. "Well, there was this one time that...do you remember Tabitha's party?"

"Of course."

"After everyone left, Sarah and I kind of attacked Amy."

"What do you mean?" Paula snickered.

"I'll put it this way," Trevor paused for effect. "If Amy hadn't been willing, it would have definitely qualified as a vicious gang..." he stopped suddenly, and I cringed, wondering how Paula would react. Trevor shifted beneath me. "God, Paula. I'm so sorry. I'm such an asshole."

I felt her reach across me, probably to touch his hand or something. "No, it's okay. Really." I heard the smile in her voice again. "I know how much you two love her, so it doesn't bother me like you think it should."

There was an uncomfortable silence.

Come on, Trevor, I thought. Don't keep her hanging like this. Make her feel comfortable.

"So, how are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm good," she replied. "I really don't remember all that much. I just remember Amy coming to help me after I called her. I guess...I guess knowing how much she cares about me, how much you care about me...it just gives me something good to focus on, instead of the bad."

Trevor cared about her? Don't get me wrong. Trevor is a really nice guy. Until the fallout with Todd and his friends, seeing Trevor's hands torn up after beating them up, I hadn't thought he could have ever hurt anyone. But still, he barely knew Paula. Right? Or was it that he simply cared about her because I did? You know, the whole 'she's your friend so she's my friend too'.

"I'm glad," he said softly.

They were quiet for a long moment. I got the feeling they were looking at each other.

Then Paula said, "So, I take it you talked to Johnny."

"About what?"

"About me," she said softly.

"Why do you say that?" he asked.

Paula took a deep breath and let it out. "Because he was so distant after everything happened, so angry. He wouldn't let me see him, wouldn't even talk to me on the phone. Then all of the sudden, he was there. He was so supportive, so sensitive to what I was feeling, to what I needed." She paused for a moment, then asked him bluntly. "You talked to him about me, didn't you?"

There was a moment of hesitation before Trevor answered. "We're supposed to take care of the people we love. I just reminded him of that." When he continued, I could tell he was smiling again. "And I may have hinted that if he wasn't up for the job, I might take over."

Paula gasped, but I could tell she was amused too when she whisper-shouted, "You did not!"

"Totally did," I felt him nod.

"Why would you do that?" she laughed quietly.

"Isn't it obvious?" He asked, and I could almost hear the grin in his voice. "You're totally hot, and with Johnny out of the way, I'd get to sleep with both you and Amy."

Paula laughed heartily, and so did Trevor.

Still laughing, she added, "And maybe Sarah too?"

Trevor's laughter trailed off pretty fast, and with my ear against his chest, I heard his heart rate pick up substantially.

"Trevor?" Paula asked gently. "Do you have feelings for her?"

There was a pause, then, "I...I don't know." Then his tone was lighter. "She's certainly fuckable though."

Paula laughed loudly, and Trevor chuckled.

Nice dodge, baby, I thought. Yeah, you'll have feelings for Sarah soon enough. I promise.

I snuggled closer to Trevor and fell asleep.



Strange Days Ch. 51-54



Another segment for your reading pleasure. I got a couple of great ideas from the last round of comments, and am working on writing them into the story. If you have ideas of your own, something you'd like to see, let me know and I'll do what I can.

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-redskyes

Chapter 51

At some point, Trevor must have carried me to bed, because that's where I was when I woke up. Sarah was home too. I could hear her in the kitchen. A glance at the clock beside my bed told me she'd gotten home about an hour later than usual.

"When did you get in?" I heard her ask.

I climbed out of bed and padded across the apartment on my bare feet, just in time to see Sarah smiling and giving Trevor a warm hug. He smiled over her shoulder, arms around her small waist. Sarah actually pushed up onto the tips of her toes, and it looked like she pulled off a fair amount of frontal body-pressing in that hug too. I ducked behind the shower wall before they saw me.

"Late this morning," he told her.

Sarah continued to hold him, and I saw her relax in his arms. She was almost draping her body against his. I grinned, being as quiet as I could, peeking around the shower wall. I didn't want to disturb them, wanted to see how far this would go.

"She really missed you," Sarah told him.

Trevor chuckled and loosened his arms around Sarah to lean back and look at her. "I think you missed me too."

"Maybe," Sarah smiled at him cockily and shrugged as she kissed his cheek. She glanced around the kitchen, and it was then that I realized Trevor was making dinner. "Need help with anything?"

"No, I've got this," he shook his head, then he reached out to touch her hand with his fingertips when Sarah looked ready to protest. "You've been at work all day. Go get comfortable, and maybe wake up Amy too."

She left and started heading my way. I ducked back behind the wall, and when Sarah was in reach, snatched her hand and pulled her into the shower. She gave a startled yelp and I pulled her close.

"You okay?" Trevor called out.

"Fine," she answered. "Just stubbed my toe."

He chuckled.

"On the cheek?" I asked her. Sarah blinked for a moment, then rolled her eyes when she realized I was referring to her kissing Trevor. "You are such a prude, Sarah."

"Prude?" her eyes widened defiantly and she grabbed the back of my neck. "I'll show you prude."

Then she kissed the shit out of me. Her tongue plunged into my mouth insistently, and she pressed her body firmly against mine. I was swooning in her arms in short order.

"Wow," I breathed when she drew back. "I guess you missed me too."

Sarah chuckled and took my hand. "Come on. I got you a present today."

"Is that why you're late getting home?" I asked, following her to our room.

She nodded and picked up a black shopping bag that was sitting on her bed. I sat down on the edge of her bed and she turned her back to me, took something out of the bag, then spun back around to face me.

She was holding what at first looked like a pair of leather and mesh bondage underwear, stretched between her thumbs, but then I noticed the hole in the crotch and realized what it was. It was a harness for a strap-on dildo. But it couldn't be that, because there wasn't a dildo attached to it.

Sarah bounced her eyebrows at me, grinning widely.

"What the hell is that?" I asked quietly.

Sarah rolled her eyes and sat beside me. "It's a harness for a strap-on, dummy."

"Right, I figured that," I took the harness from her and held it up. "But where's the dildo that goes with it?"

She raised an eyebrow. "You really are dense when you first wake up."

I frowned and poked her in the ribs, making her giggle and bounce away from me momentarily.

Sarah glanced at my crotch. "Baby, you are the dildo."

I raised my eyebrows and took another good look at the harness.

"Oh my gawd," I muttered quietly.

"See what I'm getting at?" Sarah moved close to me again and took the harness, laying it over my lap. "If you're wearing this when you're fucking me, Trevor will think we're just using a strap-on." She picked up the shopping bag again and drew out a huge floppy double-dildo, the main portion of it almost the exact size of my penis when I was with her. The base of the dildo curved, and though it wasn't as long or as thick, it would fit inside the wearer, presumably to explain my own pleasure if we got caught having sex. "This is just to keep nearby, to keep up the pretense."

"You're a genius," I grinned at her.

Sarah gave me a very level look. "There's a catch."

I frowned. "What catch?"

She put her hand over mine and spoke quietly. "The catch is, if you really love Trevor, you have to promise me that you'll tell him your secret." I blanched, but she quickly added, "When you're ready. But you have to promise me that you'll work towards being ready."

I sighed. "Okay."

"By Christmas," she added.

"Fine."

"Say you promise," she told me sternly.

I held my hands up in defeat. "Okay, okay. I promise."

"Good!" She gave me a quick kiss and held my shoulders. "Now we can fuck without worrying so much about him catching us. But..." She took my hands and pulled me up to my feet beside the bed, then sat back down. "...let's try this on while he's busy."

Sarah peeled off my shorts and panties.

"Where did you get this anyway?" I asked, since there wasn't a store logo on the shopping bag or anything.

"The Dungeon," she replied, picking up the harness and holding it close to the floor so that I could step in. "Jerry, one of the co-owners, custom made it for me. I told him I needed something that I could have a guy wear, if I wanted to, and he came up with this."

Sarah pulled the harness up my thighs and I lifted my tee shirt so that I could see. She stopped at the middle of my thighs, staring at my crotch, then she leaned forward and kissed my smooth mound. The tip of her tongue just grazed my clit, and I took a sharp breath at the unexpected intimacy.

She smiled up at me. "You have such a pretty pussy, Amy."

I grinned down at her affectionately.

"Okay," she glanced out into the apartment, to make sure we were still alone, then she looked down at my mound again. "Go ahead and let it out."

Nodding, I felt my girl-cock stir inside me. I was much more used to the sensation of a big fleshy snake pushing down my cunt, but it still filled me with wonder every time. Besides, it felt really fucking good anyway. When my cock was out, Sarah took me in her hand and fed the end of me through the hole in the harness, which I noticed stretched with ease. With the harness in place, she leaned back and twirled her finger in the air.

"Turn around and let me see," she told me.

Holding my shirt up under my breasts, I gave her a slow turn to the left, then the right. Actually, since I didn't have any pubic hair, nor circumcision scars, it was pretty convincing. Okay, so it was a little too realistic as dildos went, but my cock was just different enough that unless you really looked at it, I'm pretty sure someone that hadn't seen it before would think it was a strap-on, from a distance, anyway.

"Hmm," Sarah muttered.

"What? Does it not look right?" I asked.

She frowned. "Well, it's a little hard to tell when it's soft like this. Maybe we should..." She trailed off and wrapped her hand around my shaft. She hadn't made a full stroke of my length before I stopped her with my hand on her wrist.

"Trevor's right out there!" I hissed.

"So," she shrugged and licked her lips. "This will be a good a test."

I was thinking of my argument against her idea when she leaned forward and captured the end of me in her warm wet mouth. Her gaze was fixed on mine while she laved the tip of my dick with her tongue, then slid her mouth down my shaft. I felt the head of my cock nudge the opening of her throat. Sarah took my hands and moved them to the sides of her head, and I didn't need any more encouragement than that.

Holding her head, I fed my cock down her throat. My breathing hitched up pretty fast as I watched my long dick disappear into her pretty mouth, and when her nose and lips touched my harness, I shivered as she swallowed, milking my cock with her throat.

"Gawd, Sarah," I breathed, curling my hands in her hair. Moving my hips back, I drew almost out of her throat, then slowly pushed back in. So warm and tight. I felt my shaft swelling in her throat, hardening. "Feels so good."

Sarah held my hips, curled her nails into my clenched ass, and she helped me move my hips back and forth. I was lost in a haze of bliss, fucking my lover's face, her mouth so hot, throat so tight and wet. It had been much too long since I'd taken her throat like this. She made little cooing sounds now and then, when I would pull back until my drooling cockhead was back in her mouth. I fucked her throat for a couple of minutes, but then one of my thrusts bent my hard shaft a little painfully. I was too hard to keep this up.

Sensing the impasse, Sarah wrapped her hands around my dong and jacked my whole length furiously.

"Cum in my mouth, baby," she breathed, then sucked my cockhead back into her mouth.

"Oh gawd," I moaned, felt something clench deep inside me.

Sarah twirled her tongue around me, licked and sucked, slurping softly. She made love to me with her mouth and hands. Soon I was throbbing with every beat of my heart. My belly tightened, heat bloomed inside me, and precum gushed out of me onto her tongue.

"Mmm," she moaned, closing her eyes as she savored my coming climax.

"Gonna come," I hissed a warning.

Her response was to pull on my hips, push the tip of my cock into her throat. Hot cum roared up my shaft and spilled into her throat. I pulsed once, twice, three times, then she drew me back into her mouth and the remaining ropes of thick cream blew across her tongue. Sarah moaned contentedly and swallowed every drop, languidly milking me with her hands. Finally, she held my shaft between her palms and glided them up my length, giving my tip a soft kiss before smiling up at me.

"How was that?" she asked playfully.

I don't know what triggered it, but there was a sudden shift in how I regarded Sarah. In that moment, I simply owned her.

Reaching under her arms, I pulled her up to her feet, grabbed the back of her neck, and crushed her mouth to mine.

"Mmm!" Sarah yelped into my mouth.

I kissed her hard and deep, like I was trying to crawl inside her through her mouth. One of her hands was still on my cock and she started squeezing and stroking me. I willed myself bigger, longer, thicker, then I grabbed her hair and pulled her back so that she could see. With my other hand, I held my cock and thumped the huge fat head of me high against her stomach, just beneath her breasts. Sarah gawked at the monster sticking up from between my legs.

"I think I'll have to put this in you later," I told her, lifting her shirt to slide my monstrous organ under it. The slippery head of my dong grazed the lower curves of her tits.

Sarah gave me an uncertain look, but before she could say anything, I kissed her again. My hands were everywhere, on her ass crushing her pelvis against me, on her breasts through her shirt, in her hair. I moved my hips, rubbed my huge cock against her body, then I snaked my hand through the leg of her shorts and beneath her panties and found her wet folds with my fingers.

I whispered against her mouth, keeping a tight fist in her hair, controlling the kiss. "I'm going to shove his huge cock inside you."

Sarah shivered against me, her cunt dripping wet, coating my fingers with her arousal.

"Fuck you until you cream on my dick."

She moaned.

"Cram you full of cock until you scream for me."

"Oh my gawd," she whimpered.

She was so hot I could feel her pussy juice dripping down my hand and wrist. I willed my cock down in size and back into my body, then withdrew my hand from her slippery folds and stared into her eyes as I licked her arousal from my fingers. Sarah just blinked at me, eyes wide with both arousal and a little fear.

I smiled innocently, as though nothing had just happened. "But first, I think we should set the table."


Sarah blinked again, then said in a daze, "Oh. O-okay."

I giggled and kissed her again. Sarah just stood there for a moment while I stripped out of the harness and put it in my nightstand, along with the fat floppy dildo. When I was dressed again, I made my way to the kitchen. Sarah followed me and got plates while I went for the silverware. Trevor was checking something in the oven, and it smelled delicious, like meatloaf.

"You can cook and rock a girl's world?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow. "Damn. I'm luckier than I thought."

He grinned at me over his shoulder and I gave his tight ass a playful swat.

Sarah and I were setting the table when she came up beside me and whispered, "Were you being serious back there?"

I just gave her a coy smile.

Sarah swallowed, but there was a gleam to her eyes too.

"Sarah," Trevor called from the kitchen. "Mind grabbing the salad and mashed potatoes?"

"Sure," she replied and went to help him.

I put my hands on my hips and huffed, "Isn't there something I can do?"

"Yeah," Trevor nodded and glanced over at me, grinning. "You can have a seat and look pretty."

Sarah laughed.

I scowled at her and pulled out a chair. "Don't help him."

Sarah winked at me and set down big bowls of salad and mashed potatoes, then she came up behind me, put her hands on my shoulders, and leaned over me. I glanced at her, still frowning, tired of being treated like an invalid, but knowing they were just teasing, and taking care of me. Taking my chin in her hand, Sarah turned me fully to her and gave me a sensuously soft and loving kiss that lasted for several breaths. When she drew back to look at me, my heart was fluttering.

"At least he gave you something easy to do," she grinned.

I grinned back. "Shut up."

Sarah chuckled and went back to the kitchen for the gravy. She came back with Trevor, who was carrying a big plate of meatloaf muffins. Between he and Sarah, they had a plate fixed for me in short order.

"I guess Paula isn't joining us?" I asked.

Trevor shook his head, fixing a plate for himself, "No. She and John are having a date night."

"John?" Sarah raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Calling him 'Johnny' makes it sound like I'm sleeping with him," Trevor shrugged, then gave each of us a level look. "Which I most certainly am not."

Sarah and I laughed.

"You know," I began, swallowing a bite of food. "We should invite them over for dinner sometime. Maybe Phillip and Mona too."

"That's a good idea," Trevor nodded.

Sarah pointed out, "Can't have a party without Violet and Holly."

Trevor snorted. "That's a whole different kind of party."

"Hmm. Good point," Sarah screwed up her face, then she grinned at Trevor. "There'd be an awful lot of muff diving goin' on."

I chuckled, almost choking on my water.

"Funny you mention that," he pointed his fork at Sarah, who raised her eyebrow with interest. "You'd think I'd see more of that around here."

Sarah just looked at him, and I looked at both of them. This was about to get really fun, or really uncomfortable.

Putting her elbow on the table, Sarah set her chin in her palm and gave Trevor a seductive smile, asking in a low, husky voice, "Is that something you'd like to see again, Trevor?"

He grinned and pointed at me with his fork. "You get to see us having sex."

"Actually, I don't," Sarah pointed out. "The one time that might count doesn't, because I was there. Remember?"

Trevor's eyes grew intense, and he replied softly, "I won't ever forget it."

I smiled, watching them gaze at each other with lazy grins, remembering the one time the three of us had been together after Tabitha's birthday party.

Trevor's grin slowly widened. "Sarah?"

"Yes, Trevor?" she batted her eyelashes.

"Is that something you would like to see again?"

"See what?" she asked.

My eyes were bouncing back and forth between them, like watching a tennis match. I knew them both pretty damn well. They were putting on a confident front, but one of them was bound to break before the other. I didn't want to miss a single facial expression.

"Me and Amy having sex," he replied.

Trevor couldn't see it, but I noticed Sarah's other hand clench where it rested on her thigh under the table.

"If you'd like me to," Sarah shrugged indifferently, but there was no hiding the truth from me. Her chest was rising and falling just a little bit faster, and there was a slight flush to her skin. Oh, she definitely wanted to see Trevor and I together again.

Trevor shrugged back and returned his attention to his dinner, "Well, if you're not interested..."

Sarah opened her mouth to say something, then her confident façade shattered. She closed her mouth, swallowed, and said, "Yes."

Trevor looked up and smiled, giving her a slow nod.

"So, who's first?" I asked, feeling pretty chipper at this point, seeing as how well things were progressing. "Me and a deep dicking?" I asked Trevor, then glanced at Sarah. "Or you and a little girl-on-girl action?"

Sarah gave me a long look. I could have been mistaken, but I was pretty sure that Sarah wanted to see me and Trevor first. What she said though, was, "After a dinner like that, I think he deserves a treat. Don't you?"

True, dinner was really good. "Sure."

Trevor leaned back in his chair and gave us a triumphant grin.

Sarah got up from the table with her plate and winked at me. "Well, I don't want you getting road rash, so I guess I'd better go shave."

Taking a chance, I blurted out, "You should let Trevor do it."

"Yeah, right," she snorted, then asked Trevor, "Do you even know how to shave a girl?"

Trevor crossed his arms over his chest and grinned from ear to ear. Apparently, he did know.

"Wait a minute," I held up a hand and asked him, "Who have you been practicing on?"

"You remember Angela from our calculus class?" he asked.

Angela, whose last name I couldn't remember, was a mousy and petite girl on the honor roll back at high school. She was shorter than me, with a wild mane of curly black hair, and she wore thick glasses. She was one of those girls that could be pretty if she tried even a little, but Angela never bothered with makeup. Granted, she had a great complexion, but a little lipstick would have gone a long way for the girl. She didn't have much in the wardrobe department either. She was always wearing black slacks and long-sleeve turtleneck shirts.

"Really? Angela?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

Trevor grinned. "She was really hot without her clothes on."

"Hey, I remember her," Sarah glanced at him, then she chuckled and asked. "How exactly did you end up shaving Angela's coochie?"

"We messed around one summer," he shrugged a shoulder. "Nothing major at first. We used to study pretty regularly together. One night, she told me she'd never been kissed by a boy, and she asked me if I would be her first kiss." He got a faraway look and smiled. "It was really sweet, how innocent she was."

"Shaving her coochie," Sarah gestured with her hand impatiently.

Trevor laughed and got up to start clearing the table. "Funny how that happened. We went for a swim after studying late, and she asked me if I shaved more than my face so that I could be faster in the water. I told her no, but I shaved parts of me for the ladies."

"For the ladies?" Sarah laughed teasingly.

Trevor poked her in the ribs as he passed by, making her yelp. "Anyway, Angela asked if I liked girls that shaved their 'other parts' too," he said, making air quotes with his fingers. "Long story short, I helped her find some articles online about various ways to trim up her jungle, and she asked me to help her."




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"Her jungle?" I giggled.

"Oh yeah," Trevor set his dishes in the sink and turned, framing his hands in front of his groin like he was holding a basketball. "It was frightening."

Sarah and I laughed.

"Anyway, Angela had me shaving her for almost a solid year," he told us. "Pretty sure she didn't need my help that whole time, but it was fun."

When the table was cleared, Trevor started to wash the dishes, but I nudged him away from the sink. "I'll get this."

"Because I made dinner?" he asked.

"No. Because you have some shaving to do."

It was quiet behind me, so I glanced over my shoulder. Trevor was looking at Sarah, and Sarah was looking at me, kind of helplessly, actually.

"Sounds like he knows what he's doing, baby," I told Sarah, shrugging a shoulder.

Sarah puffed up her chest, gathering her courage. "Fine. Let's see what he knows."

Trevor touched my elbow with his fingertips and asked, "Would you like to chaperone?"

"Nah," I told him, then smiled. "But I'll catch up anyway. Don't wanna miss the show."

He smiled back and gave me a quick kiss, then he left with Sarah, the two of them deciding if she wanted to be shaved in the tub, the shower, or on the bed. I turned to the sink and washed dishes in record time.

Chapter 52

When I caught up with them, everything was set up. They had decided that Sarah would be more comfortable on the bed, so they had laid out towels and gotten the shaving cream from the shower and a bowl of warm water, along with a washcloth. Trevor was off fetching Sarah's razor. When I sat down on the edge of my bed, Sarah grabbed my hand.

"Uh-uh," she told me, dragging me over to her bed. "You're here with me."

"Are you nervous?" I teased her, sitting down.

Sarah gave me a level look, then the façade broke. "Maybe a little," she said softly.

"I'm not," I shrugged, laying down on my side. "I'm excited."

Sarah snorted and peeled off her shorts, revealing sexy black lace panties. "Yeah, well, you're not gonna be the one with a razor on your muffin."

I chuckled and watched her climb up on the bed and lay down beside me on her back, legs stretched out, but pressed together. Yeah, she was definitely nervous.

My gaze slid over her while we waited for Trevor. She was wearing one of her little black spaghetti-strap tops that left her flat stomach bare, but it also clung very nicely to her big full breasts. The urge to touch them was incredibly strong, not to mention the urge to lick the chiseled plane of her stomach, kiss the soft skin of her hips. I looked up at her, watched her breathing slow and deep, full lips slightly parted. She had such a lovely throat, so kissable, lickable, and her cute little ears just begged to be nibbled.

Sarah noticed me staring and asked, "What?"

I shook my head, told her softly, "You're just so beautiful."

She smiled, touched my face, and brought me in for a long slow kiss. Before I knew it, I was smoothing my hand up her thigh and over her lace-covered mound.

"Don't start without me," Trevor said.

Both of us looked at him, found him grinning. He'd set up a dinner tray beside the bed, so that the bowl of water would be within easy reach. Sarah and I watched him as he set the shaving cream on the tray and knelt down to get clothes out of his bag. Apparently he was getting used to being around Sarah, because he stripped out of his clothes, completely naked, and pulled on a pair of comfortable jogging shorts he liked to wear in the evenings.

I wasn't the only one staring at his tightly muscled body, in awe of the beauty of his masculine form, the way the light played off his chiseled frame. Gazing at Trevor, Sarah was starting to get the same hungry look in her eyes that she'd get with me. I couldn't blame her. Trevor was our own personal Adonis, as far as I was concerned. He also had one of the most beautiful cocks I'd ever seen, at that perfect state of half-hardness, where it was still so soft to the touch, but thick and firm at the same time.

Turning back around, Trevor glanced at us, saw us staring at him, and smiled. Then he noticed Sarah was still in her panties. She just lay there, watching him, waiting. He kept his eyes on Sarah's as he crawled up onto the bed and sat on his knees beside her. He slipped his arm under her calves and lifted her legs, then scooted partially under them so that he could rest her ankles on his shoulder. Slowly, he smoothed his hands up - or was it down? - the outsides of Sarah's thighs, over her hips, and as his fingers curled under the thin band of her panties, her mouth opened with a soft but nervous gasp.

Trevor wasn't even touching me and I was holding my breath, but I could feel Sarah's heart pounding beside me.

With a sweet, gentle smile at Sarah, he began pulling her panties down her body. Sarah's legs were pressed together, so I couldn't see between them, and Trevor couldn't either, but both of us watched her panties slip up - definitely up, not down - Sarah's legs. Her ankles were still up on Trevor's shoulder, and he gave me a quick glance, as though asking if he should keep going. I gave him a smile as an answer.

Looking back down to Sarah, he asked, "You sure you want me to do this?"

Sarah took long enough to respond that I thought she might bring this whole thing to a screeching stop. She just lay there, staring up at Trevor, but finally, she nodded, and with another gentle smile, Trevor shuffled on his knees directly behind Sarah's legs, took her ankles in his hands, and slowly spread her legs.

Sarah's mouth opened wider as he revealed her body to him, his gaze falling to her pretty little pussy, the skin so soft despite the tiny hint of stubble, her mound a little puffy with arousal, lips beginning to part just a touch. Trevor gently lowered her legs to the bed, gazed at her folds.

Suddenly, he chuckled softly and shook his head. Sarah and I both looked at him as though he was crazy for fucking this up, but then Trevor looked at Sarah, with such adoration in his eyes, and said, "God, there isn't a single inch of you that isn't beautiful."

I beamed at him, and Sarah gradually smiled, blushing furiously.

First, Trevor filled his hand with shaving cream, then he carefully smoothed it over Sarah's mound. I was about to stop him when he moved to apply cream to the tender skin where her inner thighs joined with her body - trust me, she didn't need to be shaved there - but Trevor stopped on his own, and with his other hand, he explored her there, softly caressing her skin. Sarah's breathing kicked up a notch at his touch.

Trevor flicked his gaze up to Sarah, then he grabbed the razor. He scooted down the bed a little and leaned over, grinned at Sarah, who blushed an even deeper shade of red, and settled in to get to work.

I couldn't fight my curiosity, didn't see the point in doing so, so I pushed up onto my arm to see. If I'd thought Sarah might have been aroused before, I was dead wrong. Her pussy had opened, a cleft of pink in the middle of all that shaving cream, and her juices were leaking out of her, thinning the cream in a thin line down to her ass.

I laid back down beside her, raised an eyebrow, and mouthed, "Wow."

Sarah smiled and laid her arm over her eyes, blushing yet again. Then she gasped.

"Did that hurt?" Trevor asked, holding the razor away from her.

Sarah chuckled breathlessly. "No. Sorry," she pushed up onto her elbows so that she could see him better. "I just...it surprised me is all."

Trevor nodded and got back to work, carefully pulling the razor across her skin, rinsing the razor now and then. He kept his gazed focused on her mound, so gentle, so patient. I looked at Sarah, loved her for doing this, for letting them get closer like this.

"Thank you," I mouthed when she looked at me.

She smiled, and I couldn't help but kiss her, and I kept kissing her until Trevor got our attention.

"If you keep that up, I won't have much shaving cream left to work with," he grinned at us.

Sarah and I chuckled and Trevor got back to work.

"Almost, done," he said after a couple of minutes, then, "There."

Sarah and I looked down her body. Her freshly shaved mound was so smooth, so baby soft. From my vantage point, I could just make the out the subtle heart-shaped top of her mons. My mouth watered at the sight of it. Trevor delicately touched the tips of his fingers to the top of her mound, then slowly drew them out of sight down one side, testing his work. I pushed up higher onto my elbow to watch. His fingers were so close to her pink folds, just out of reach, but the touch was enough to make Sarah's mouth fall open, her chest rise higher with each breath. He tested the other side, and Sarah's nipples tightened beneath her shirt until they looked ready to punch through the fabric.

When he was done, he moved his hand so that his thumb lay against the side of her pussy, and his fingers at the top of her mound. Sarah was so open now, glistening with arousal, ready to be filled.

Could I be so lucky? Would they actually do it, finally have sex? Gawd, I wanted them to be as happy as I was so badly...

Trevor just gazed at her sex for a moment, and a look of raw hunger flickered across his features.

"Nice and smooth?" I asked.

Trevor nodded, but he didn't look at me. He looked at Sarah. She flicked her gaze to her pussy, reached down with her own hand, and smoothed her fingers down the other side of her sex. I couldn't take my eyes off her hand, watching as it neared Trevor's. Her fingers slid across his until her hand lay atop his own, then she looked at him, eyes shimmering with intensity.

Whatever passed between must have been enough for Trevor, because his thumb slowly stroked over and up her open folds, the tips of his fingers sliding so very gently over her swollen clit.

"Ohmy...ohgawd!" Sarah gasped and threw her head back, hand pressing Trevor's into her.

Every muscle in her body seemed to tighten at once. Was she really going to come so fast?

"So beautiful," Trevor said quietly, dipping the pad of his thumb into her dripping core just a little, flicking her clit a little more firmly, making Sarah almost scream.

Her eyes were closed, but mine weren't. Trevor's thumb drew back from Sarah's folds and a shimmering strand of her arousal stretched between. I'd never seen Sarah so wet before. Felt it, yes, but never seen it. Trevor swallowed hard, licked his lips. The hunger in his gaze was so intense, so pure that I felt my own body responding, getting wet and ready. He looked at me, once more asking with his eyes if it was okay, if he could go farther.

I knew what he wanted. I was just as hungry for Sarah as he was. I smiled at him, partly because I was happy he wanted her like this, and partly because I knew how fucking amazing she tasted.

Trevor looked back to Sarah, and he slowly leaned down, close and closer. "Tell me to stop, and I'll stop."

Sarah managed to open her eyes, to look at him. She panted wantonly, watching his face near her weeping folds, his fingers and thumb teasing her flesh. Her hips rose, her ass cleared the bed, and she laid her hand on the side of his head. Trevor inhaled her scent and his eyes fluttered shut. He gave a long sigh, then closed the distance and licked a line up her open pussy.

"Gawd!" Sarah threw her head back again.

Trevor grinned up at her, waited for her to look back down to him. When she did, he kept his eyes on her and delicately licked the side of her pussy with the tip of his tongue. Sarah gasped and her hips rose. Trevor licked her again, on the other side, tasting her, teasing her, and she curled her hand in his hair, moved her hips to line her folds up with his evasive tongue.

Once more he licked right up her center with the flat of his tongue, but this time he closed his lips over her clit and sucked, and he didn't stop. Sarah opened her eyes wide, pleading, desperate for more.

I rolled over a little, nuzzled my face into her neck, kissed and nibbled her soft skin, smoothed my hand up her flat stomach to her breasts. Her nipples were so hard under her shirt. Trevor closed his mouth over her entire cunt and moaned hungrily. His arms slid under and curled around her thighs, his muscles corded, and Sarah lost her fucking mind.

She screamed, wailed, whimpered. She dug both hands into his hair. Her hips writhed, humping Trevor's face as he made love to her with his mouth.

I knew how good Trevor was at this, knew how much pleasure he could bring with his mouth. He was a natural, and I was fairly sure there wasn't a single person on the planet that could teach him anything else about going down on a girl.

"Ohgawd, Trevor," she whimpered, body shivering, shaking. "Oh my gawd, oh my...GAWD!!!"

Sarah suddenly arched her back and came like a banshee. Trevor growled between her legs, lifted her lower body up in his strong arms and ate at her with such raw hunger and lust. I took the opportunity to kiss her, hard and deep. Sarah wrapped an arm around me and crushed me to her, kissing me back even harder.

Trevor pushed her higher and higher, kept her coming for so long that she screamed into my mouth. Sarah whimpered, coming down slowly, but Trevor never stopped. She plundered my mouth with her long tongue, kissed me harder, deeper, and she came again, screaming. After a moment, she tore her mouth from mine.

"No more," she gasped, looking down her body and tugging on Trevor's hair. "Please, no more."

Releasing her legs, Trevor pushed up onto his arms and started to lean back, his cock a huge hard bulge in his shorts, but Sarah still had her hand curled in his hair. She pulled and he had no choice but to follow, crawling up over her on his hands and knees. Her hand loosened in his hair and she cupped the side of his face, staring up at him in wonder.

Trevor smiled and said, "By the way, I missed you too."

Sarah chuckled softly, stroked his cheekbone with her thumb, then Trevor leaned down. My heart beat a mile a minute, aching to see him kiss her, to finally really kiss her. Sarah blinked and the afterglow of sex was simply gone.

Dammit. She wasn't ready for that level of intimacy yet.

Trevor noticed, changed his angle, and kissed her forehead sweetly. Sarah smiled and hooked her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and she pulled him down to hold him. I moved back a little to watch them, watch Trevor nuzzle the side of her neck, watch Sarah coo happily.

I just lay there on my side and watched them cuddle, so happy at the sight of them together like this. I could see the side of Sarah's face. She frowned, and I thought she was going to signal to Trevor that the moment was over. Then her expression relaxed and I saw her hips move. It was a subtle movement, a slight thrust up against Trevor, so small I almost wasn't sure I'd really seen it. But then she did it again, and this time she gave a soft moan.

Sarah tightened her arms and legs around Trevor, and she dug her heels into his butt, encouraging him. Trevor flexed his back and legs, gently grinding the hard bulge in his shorts against Sarah. One of her hands smoothed up and down his back while he slowly humped against her. I moved back further, loving how beautiful they were together. I just wished that Sarah hadn't been wearing her top, or Trevor his shorts.

I grinned. I could fix that.

Without disturbing them - not that that was going to happen, they were so far gone - I moved down the bed to Trevor's waist. His shorts were loose enough they that had already begun to slip down a bit.

"I can see why Amy wanted to sleep with you so badly," Sarah said breathlessly, chuckling softly at the end.

Trevor chuckled too, but it was deeper, masculine, sexy. I heard the distinctive sound of him kissing her neck, and Sarah moaned. I waited for my chance, for Trevor to lift his hips, and I took it. The next time his hips rose, I pulled his shorts down, and he froze.

"Amy?" he asked.

Sarah shuffled under him so that she could look at me. "What are you doing down there?"

"Nothing," I said innocently, pulling Trevor's shorts off and tossing them on the floor. Sarah had a funny look in her eyes, both panic and excitement. I just grinned at her and straddled the backs of Trevor's legs, smoothing my hands over his tight ass. Sitting like that was killing my knee, but I didn't care enough to do anything about it. "I just wanted to see his butt."

Then I pushed his butt down. Trevor growled and Sarah arched her back.

"Oh jeezus," she moaned.

I could only assume that his cock had just rubbed against her open pussy. I just didn't know which part of his cock, the head or the shaft. Smiling triumphantly, I waited until Trevor lifted his hips, then I pushed him back down.

"Ohmygawd," Sarah groaned, turning her head, her eyes shut, mouth open. "Amy, maybe..." She lost the ability to speak when I pushed Trevor down again and held him there, Sarah moaning softly, but she licked her lips and tried again. "I don't know if this is a good idea."

"You're not doing anything, baby," I told her, holding Trevor's hips, making him move against her. "You're just touching. That's all."

Sarah sighed and bit her lip, thrusting up against Trevor. When he was moving on his own, I lay back down beside them, propped up on my elbow so that I could watch the shaft of his long hard length rubbing up and down Sarah's slippery cleft. His cock was so fucking hard, the head swollen and angry, and his shaft glistened wetly with Sarah's honey.

Trevor pushed up on his forearms and rubbed the tip of his dick over Sarah's clit, then the long shaft of him slid over her too. She shivered and threw her head back with a deep groan. Trevor licked Sarah's throat, kissed her chin, brushed his lips down her jaw, kissing and nibbling. His cock was literally throbbing before my eyes, and a pearly drop of arousal welled up from the tip of him, then more, enough to drag the shiny fluid under his crown to drip onto Sarah's heaving stomach.

"Trevor," Sarah sighed, stroking his back.

He stopped moving to look at her uncertainly.

Sarah frowned, eyes shut tightly, and she dug her heels into his ass. "Don't stop."

Trevor shivered and resumed stroking her folds with his thick length. Soon Sarah was panting beneath him, particularly when he lowered his hips back down to hers again. She was flushed with heat from her face down to her chest, and she was moving with him, humping her hot cunt against his shaft.

"Do you want him?" I asked her.

Sarah's eyes flew open and she looked at me, and so did Trevor, pushing fully up onto his arms. Then they looked at each other. Sarah cupped the side of his face.

"I do," she told him softly, then she shook her head. "But I can't."

"But you want to," I encouraged her.

Sarah frowned at me. "You know I do. But I can't."

"It's okay, Sarah," Trevor said, nuzzling her cheek with his nose and mouth. "I don't have any expectations here."

She looked deep into his eyes for a moment. "I just...I'm not ready for that."

"I understand," he nodded, then he grinned. "But I take it back. I do have one expectation."

Sarah blinked at him and Trevor's gaze turned heated.

"I want you to come again," he told her, and he stroked his long shaft up her slippery cleft.

"Gawd, Trevor," she moaned, eyes fluttering shut, arms and legs tightening around him.

Trevor humped against her, rubbing her with his hard length, until I could hear the wetness between them, smell their arousal in the air. Sarah really started humping up against him, until I was sure they were fucking, but when I looked between their bodies, Trevor was still outside her.

"You're so beautiful when you come," he whispered, kissing the side of her mouth, and the sound of his voice had me rubbing my thighs together, my insides clenching tightly, almost painfully. "Will you do that for me, Sarah?"




Strange Days Ch. 51-54



She whimpered, and she almost kissed him, "Sweet jeezus."

Trevor nibbled her chin, kissed her lower lip, but not her mouth. "Will you come for me?"

And she did. Her body shuddered, her muscles tightened. She drew a deep breath, held it, locked her limbs around him, then she threw her head back and screamed her release. It was so hot watching him make her come that I almost came, and I hadn't even touched myself.

"So beautiful," Trevor groaned, kissing and nibbling her throat.

He kept at it until she was shivering beneath him, until she was almost crying. Trevor slowed, then stilled, letting Sarah come back down, but he continued planting light kisses along her shoulders, chest, and throat. When Sarah opened her eyes, tears leaked down her face.

"You okay, baby?" I asked her.

She gave an embarrassed chuckle and nodded, "Yeah. That was just...really intense."

I grinned. "Told you he was good."

Trevor pushed up onto his arms.

Sarah glanced down her body, where Trevor was still long and hard, his shaft nestled in her glistening cleft. She looked up at him and said, "You didn't come."

He shrugged a shoulder and gave her a crooked smile. "That's okay."

She looked at him for a moment, then glanced at me and said, "I wanna taste him."

Trevor shivered, and so did I. I made a go-ahead gesture.

Sarah looked at him, her eyes glazed over with lust, and patted his chest with her hand. "On your back."

Trevor just blinked at her for a moment, but then he pushed up onto his hands and knees. Sarah and I made room for him to lie down, and when he did, his cock pointed high up his body, so hard and long, throbbing before our eyes. On her hands and knees, Sarah spread Trevor's legs and crawled between them.

"Get our new toy, baby," she told me, grinning.

Jeezus, I couldn't have jumped off the bed faster. Well, okay, if I hadn't been so beat up, yeah, I could.

"What toy?" Trevor asked nervously.

Sarah smiled and traced her fingertips down his chiseled abdomen. "It's not for you."

Stripping out of my clothes, I pulled the harness from the dresser and got into it, then I grabbed the big double-dildo and made my way to the foot of the bed, where Sarah was already scooting back, close to the edge of the mattress. Trevor scooted down too.

He raised an eyebrow at me and grinned. "So that's how you two do it."

"One of the many ways," Sarah said as she pushed up onto her hands and knees and leaned down.

Trevor took a sharp breath all of the sudden and threw his head back. "Oh shit. Oh my..." His words trailed off into a guttural groan. I simply had to see this.

I moved to the side of the bed to see better. Sarah was hovering over Trevor, her long tongue licking a hot line from the cleft of his balls up the entire length of his cock. When her tongue neared the tip, she curled it around Trevor's head, and without using her hands at all, drew him into her mouth. The head of Trevor's cock slid past her soft lips and he collapsed, no longer able to hold himself up on his elbows.

Trevor glanced at me, then at Sarah. "You don't...have to do this."

With a soft sucking sound, Sarah took him out of her mouth and said, "Shut up, Trevor." Then she sucked him back in and drove her lips down his shaft, throat working as she took almost every inch of him in her mouth.

Trevor groaned again, hands fisting at his sides.

I watched Sarah lick and suck his hard length. She was so sexy on her hands and knees like that, her beautiful butt thrust out, legs spread, waiting for me. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but I just couldn't take my eyes off them. I just stood there, watching her fuck Trevor with her mouth. His shaft throbbed, swelled, and he groaned loudly. Sarah's expression changed, to one of delight, and she let him fall from her mouth, only to lean down and lick his throbbing length.

"You taste so good, Trevor," she told him, licking his head and drawing him back into her mouth.

"Sarah," he hissed.

My cock swelled inside me as I watched the woman I loved suck the man I loved. They were so beautiful, both of them, and the scene was so erotic that I couldn't take it anymore. Rolling onto my back, I spread my legs and shoved the thick dildo deep inside me, and I almost came on the spot. Moaning loudly, I tried to keep my eyes open, to keep my gaze focused on Trevor's cock, glistening with Sarah's saliva, loving the way her full lips surrounded his shaft, the way her tongue licked up the underside of his crown when she pulled back to the tip of him.

"Oh my gawd, guys," I moaned again.

Trevor looked at me, pupils huge with raw lust. He licked his lips and moved to kiss me, but glanced down at Sarah when she grabbed his hand and put it on the back of her head. He curled his fingers in her hair and held her tight, and Sarah moaned around his cock.

"Oh shit," Trevor groaned, arcing his back, shoving his head back against the pillow.

He looked so fucking hot, so masculine with his tightly muscled body glistening with sweat, making things tighten inside me. My pussy clamped down on the dildo, aching for release, and I wanted him so much. I glanced at Sarah, so beautiful, so lost in the throes of giving Trevor so much pleasure, and I wanted her just as much.

My body writhed of its own accord, belly cramping with a girl-cock that wanted out so badly, pussy squeezing down on my new fake cock, wanting to be fucked by Trevor as thoroughly as I wanted to fuck Sarah. My mind was awash with lurid imagery, riding Trevor, taking Sarah from behind as she sucked him to release. My body was in absolute conflict with itself, desiring to be both the fucker and fuckee.

Wetness flowed down my fingers and heat bloomed inside me. My nipples were so hard they hurt, and it felt like my insides were on fire. Twisting my wrist, I managed to guide the end of the dildo to that spot inside me, making me cry out with the pleasure of it.

With a wet slurp, Sarah took Trevor out of her mouth and smoothed her hand up his stomach.

"You're close, aren't you?" she asked and looked up at him, smoothing her hand back down his stomach to wrap her fingers around his throbbing member.

"Yes," he hissed, managing to lift his head and look at her.

"Show me how hard you can come," she said, and she gave his cock a long lick from root to tip. "Show me how good your cum tastes, Trevor."

And with that, Sarah pushed up higher onto her hands and knees, shuffled up his body a bit more, and swallowed every last hard inch of him.

"Jeezus," he groaned, throwing his head back into the pillow.

I watched Sarah's throat working, milking his cock deep inside. Trevor groaned again and shoved his arm under my shoulders, then pulled me tight against him until I was almost lying on top of him. He pressed my cheek to his, breathing raggedly, holding me tight, heart pounding against my shoulder. My cunt fluttered around the dildo and my hips began to move on their own, fucking myself onto the fake dong.

"Uhhn!" Trevor growled and his hips bucked into Sarah's face, his hand tightened in her hair, and Sarah mewled around his dick.

He was coming. Coming in Sarah's mouth. My lover's mouth.

I came with a scream, screamed until my throat hurt, and all the while Trevor grunted his release into Sarah's mouth. And the best part? I managed to keep my eyes open the entire time, noting that Sarah hadn't let a single drop of Trevor's cum escape from her lips.

After a while, Sarah let Trevor slip out of her mouth, then she lay down on top of him, her cheek on his stomach.

"Holy shit," Trevor sighed.

Shuffling higher up on the bed, I held Trevor's head to my chest, stroked my fingers through his hair.

Trevor tilted his head at me. "Good for you too?"

"Oh, gawd, yes," I sighed.

But the truth was, it could have been better. I could have been fucking Sarah while she'd been fucking Trevor with her mouth. I could have done it too, could have fucked Sarah right then and there, and Trevor would have been none the wiser.

Why hadn't I? In the heat of the moment, I'd thought like a girl, thought of the dildo and my own need for release. It hadn't occurred to me to fuck Sarah with my girl-cock. I'd been in conflict at the time, wanting to fuck Sarah while wanting to be fucked by Trevor, and logistically, I knew it could be done, and I also knew it would be beautiful. But something was holding me back.

It was decided then. I would tell Trevor my secret. I just had to decide when.

But I knew it wasn't today.

Chapter 53

"Sarah, wait," Trevor called out, waking me up the next morning, and there was an urgency to his tone that made me shoot upright in bed.

In a split second, everything hit me, what we'd done last night, and now, something was wrong.

Sarah came into view as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. She has heading for the elevator at a brisk pace, her bag slung over her shoulder.

"Sarah, come on," Trevor said, catching up to her. "Just talk to me."

I threw on a robe as Sarah angrily punched the button to call the elevator up.

"I have to go to work," she told him, but she wouldn't look at him.

Oh yeah. Something was definitely wrong.

"What's going on?" I asked, rubbing sleep from my eyes and hobbling over to them.

Sarah looked at me and the anger faded away from her expression. She sighed, "Damn it." She came over to me and stopped me from walking any further without a crutch. "Everything's fine."

Trevor snorted, and he didn't look happy. Sarah looked away and frowned.

We'd gone to bed happy last night, hadn't we? I couldn't remember anything getting weird after what we'd done, but then Sarah had been rather quiet, and we'd fallen asleep so fast.

"No," I shook my head. "Something's wrong. Tell me."

Sarah sighed and said gently, "Amy..."

"Is it about last night?" I asked hurriedly.

"I have to go to work," she told me, and she leaned in to give me a quick kiss.

"Okay, then after," I nodded, grabbing her hand before she could walk away.

"I have class after work," she said, squeezing my hand.

"Then after that," Trevor told her.

Sarah replied over her shoulder, "Work again."

"Shit, Sarah," he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. "You can't flake out like this and just leave us hanging all fucking day."

Trevor was pissed, and afraid too. I was just afraid. It felt like everything was falling apart.

"Sarah, please," I pleaded with her, taking both of her hands, trying to keep her here.

"I'm gonna be late," she shook her head, then she took my face in her hands and gave me a sweet kiss. She turned away and told Trevor, "We'll talk when I get home, okay?"

Trevor let out a frustrated breath and nodded. I just stared after her, watching her go.

"She didn't say a word all morning," Trevor said when the elevator stopped downstairs.

I looked over at him. My knee was starting to hurt from standing on it, so I limped over towards the vanity and put my hand on it for support. Trevor came over and helped me straighten up.

"Nothing?" I asked.

"No," he shook his head. "I tried to get her to talk to me, but she..." He took a deep breath and sighed again. "I don't know, Amy. I think she's freaking out about last night."

"What about you?"

He looked at me then, and when he didn't answer right away, I knew Sarah wasn't the only person that had a problem with last night.

"I don't know," he said quietly, then he firmed his arm around my waist. "How about breakfast and a bath?"

I nodded, doubting either would make me feel any better. I was going to be worrying about this all day. To his credit, Trevor did his best to distract me. He made me eggs benedict, gave me a lovely bath and shaved my legs, as well as other parts of me that desperately needed it, and otherwise spent as much time with me as he could, at least while I was awake.

That was the problem with the pain meds. They knocked me on my ass without fail. I was napping in the afternoon when Trevor's cell phone rang. I'm not sure who he was talking to, but I only really woke up later when I heard the elevator coming up. It was late in the evening. He'd tried to wake me for dinner, but my stomach hadn't felt very good, so I'd passed. Now though, Sarah was home, and I was wide awake.

I sat up in bed and saw Trevor waiting for Sarah as she stepped out of the elevator.

"Hey," she greeted Trevor quietly, tucking her thick brown hair behind her ear. Her hair was styled and she was wearing makeup from a modeling shoot tonight. She looked beautiful.

"How was work?" he asked, taking her bag so that she could go get something to eat.

She watched him carry her bag to her dresser, fiddled with her hair behind her ear again, and gave him a meek smile. "It was fine."

This was odd. Things still weren't okay. I could see that much, but a lot of the tension was gone. Had that been Sarah that had called Trevor earlier? Had they worked out whatever the issue was, or were they just putting on brave faces for my benefit?

"Is everything okay?" I asked hopefully.

Trevor looked at me, and so did Sarah.

"We're going to talk tomorrow morning," Trevor told me, glancing at Sarah.

"I took the morning off," she said, then she shrugged and gave us a crooked grin. "Seemed important enough."

She was trying to make me feel better, but it wasn't working. Not at all.

"Hey," she said softly, coming over to hug me. "Everything's going to be fine."

I trembled in her arms. I couldn't help it. I was so afraid of losing them. "You promise?"

She nodded and kissed my ear. "Both of us do."

"Violet's coming over in the morning to give you a hand," Trevor said, heading off to the kitchen.

Sarah squeezed my hand. "Yeah, and I'm supposed to ask if you if everyone has the all-clear to come visit you."

"Everyone?" I asked her.

She nodded and slid her arm around my waist, walking me to the dining room table. Trevor was reheating dinner, cheese enchiladas. "Phillip's been calling me every day, asking how you are. Mona wants to see you too." She raised an eyebrow then. "And Rose tells me we owe her a dinner date?"

"Oh, right," I smiled. I'd almost forgotten that I had invited Rose to our place for dinner at some point. "I kind of told her we'd have her over for dinner sometime."

Sarah shrugged. "If you're up for it."

"Sure."

When I was seated at the table, Trevor brought dinner over for me and Sarah.

"Oh, and some guy named Lucas called today," Trevor said, sipping at a glass of tea.

I'd completely forgotten about Scott's friend. Scott was one of the guys that Phillip had gotten to help set up the stage in our apartment, and his friend needed some new pieces for his modeling portfolio. I told him I'd help him out, since it wouldn't hurt my portfolio either.

"I guess I should call him," I nodded, then I looked at them and asked, "Has anyone told him about...you know, me being out of commission?"

They shook their heads, and Sarah said, "No. I didn't think to call him."

"I figured I'd leave that up to you," Trevor told me. "I just told him you weren't available right now."

"Works for me," I shrugged.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Sarah said, putting her hand over mine on the table. "Your mom wants us to come down for Christmas."

"I kind of figured we'd all be going home," I looked at them. "I don't really see our parents letting any of us get out of the holidays with them."

Trevor nodded his agreement, and Sarah grinned. "Well, Linda was worried that the three of us might bail on our parents and just have Christmas here, by ourselves."

For a second or two, the idea warmed me, but then I remembered that there was a problem with us that hadn't been addressed yet. Sarah noticed me frowning before I could stop and put her hand on my leg.

"Should I tell her we'll be coming home?" she asked.

I looked at Trevor. He met my gaze for just a moment, then dropped it to the table. I looked at Sarah and nodded. "Sure. I guess so."

She gave my thigh an encouraging pat.

After dinner, I stood up from my chair and grunted in pain. I'd gotten out of the chair on the wrong side, and when I'd put my hand on the back of it and pushed myself up, fire roared across my ribs.

"You okay?" Sarah asked, helping me stay upright.

I nodded and ground my teeth together, waiting for the pain to fade.

"I'll get you some meds," Trevor said, putting the last of the dishes in the dishwasher.

"No," I shook my head. Pain meds were the last thing I wanted.

"Amy..." Sarah protested.

"No," I said again, more emphatically. "I'm tired of being doped up all the time, tired of being tired, and I wouldn't be so damn tired if it wasn't for those meds."

"But you're hurting," she argued, smoothing her hand over my shoulder.

"I'll take them before it gets too bad," I told her. "I just need a break, okay?"

Both of them looked at me for a moment, then they nodded.

"Actually, what I could really use is a hot shower," I said, glancing in that direction. The hot water beating down on me would feel fantastic.

Sarah and Trevor shared a look.

"Go ahead," he gestured towards the shower. "I have some studying to finish up anyway."

With a nod, Sarah walked me over to the shower and got the water going, then she stripped me down, then herself. The moment her full breasts came into view, my belly tightened with need, despite my aching ribs. Her boobs were so much bigger than mine, so full. Her areolae were only slightly wider than mine, and it was the same with her nipples, but they were perfect for licking and sucking, not to mention nibbling. When she bent over to take off her shorts, she lifted her leg out of them and I got a good flash of her perfect mound, silky smooth. The sight of her cleanly shaven reminded me of what led to the intimacy between her and Trevor last night. My worries about them were back, but it didn't do a thing to kill my libido.

Sarah gave me a long and wonderful shower, soaping me up with her soft hands. She held me close against her while washing my back, our chests flattened against one another. Her hands slid down my back and into the crack of my butt, where her fingers washed me oh so thoroughly. One of her hands slid between us, so that she could wash between my legs from the front. I was incredibly wet down there, and Sarah noticed when she washed the outside of my cleft. She flicked her gaze up to mine and smirked. I just grinned back and shrugged, making her smile and roll her eyes, mouthing the word "horn-dog" at me.

Dropping to her knees, she soaped up my legs. I put my hands on her shoulders. I didn't need to for support. It just felt good to be touching her. It was so different, the way she washed me, compared to Trevor. With him, I could always sense his eagerness, that raw hunger that is omnipresent in guys. Granted, my sexual experience with guys was limited to just Trevor, but from what my girlfriends had told me, it was pretty much the same with all guys.

But with Sarah, she was so tender, so gentle. I could feel her appreciation for my body, the way her hands almost worshipped every inch of my flesh, every curve, dip, and crevice. I watched her washing me, knew that the idea of sex was there, in her mind, but not so close to the surface as it always was with Trevor. Sarah appreciated me first, before my body. That's not to say that any given situation couldn't spontaneously explode into sex with her, because it certainly could. I don't know, I guess intimacy with Sarah was just more emotional, more heart-to-heart.

Standing back up, Sarah moved me under the spray of one of the shower heads and rinsed me off. Her gaze lingered between my legs for a moment, and it got my attention.

"What?" I asked.

She glanced at me, then back down and shrugged, replying softly. "I don't know. I guess I just wished you could go around with it out more often." She gave me a wistful grin. "Remember when we first moved in here with Violet? More often than not, you were dangling in the breeze."




Strange Days Ch. 51-54



I chuckled. Before our courses had begun to really kick our asses, Violet had pretty much insisted that I keep my girl-cock out all the time, whether I was wearing clothes or not. It resulted in a lot of playful fondling by both her and Sarah, which led to an awful lot of spontaneous fucking. I remembered how carefree I'd felt back then.

I glanced out of the shower into the apartment. Though I couldn't see Trevor, I still thought of him. Because he was here, walking around with my dong out just wasn't an option. All of this would be so much simpler if I just told him my secret, but I still couldn't bring myself to do it. Hell, I still hadn't told my mom, and the vast majority of me believed she would just accept it anyway.

Even after college stole away most of us girls' time, I still went around au naturel, and we still found the time now and then to fool around. It was so effortless, so comfortable, so...dammit. I really missed that.

Sarah touched my face with her fingertips, making me look at her. I could see it in her eyes. She was thinking the same thing. Both of us missed what we'd had, the openness, the honesty of our intimacy that was so outside the norm - the norm being that I had a dick, I mean. Trevor was the unruly factor in all of this, the part of the equation that threw everything out of whack. If only I could just tell him, tear the bandage off and get it over with. He would stay or leave, accept the truth or not.

Sarah gazed deep into my eyes, and I could see the plea there. She wanted me to do it, to just tell him, to get it over with, so that we could move forward, one way or another. And I wanted to, but I was just too afraid. I couldn't do it, not yet.

With a soft sigh and a little frown, Sarah wrapped her arms around me and held me close. She was so warm, so soft. It felt so good to be in her arms, to pretend that our lives hadn't gotten so complicated, to pretend that we didn't have to hide anymore.

I held her tight, shuddered and fought not to cry. Sarah leaned back a little to look at me, then she took my face in her hands and kissed me. Her lips were so soft against mine, so tender, so loving as her tongue licked across my lower lip, slipped into my mouth. She tilted her head to deepen the kiss and I surrendered to it.

My hands began to roam, one sliding up her back into her thick hair, the other sliding down to cup her tight ass, pull her against me. I felt that tight feeling grow inside me, and without warning, my gift from Freyja slid out of me. Sarah felt it too, the wide head rubbing through her cleft, then the wide shaft of me. I wasn't hard, but I wasn't soft either. I was somewhere at that halfway point, but I wasn't going to stay that way for long. Already, I could feel myself swelling, hardening, throbbing with need.

Everything changed in that moment. I was acutely aware of the feel of Sarah's body against mine, how feminine it was, perfect in every way, my very own Aphrodite. The way she kissed me so hungrily, so deeply, I knew I was her Adonis. I no longer cared about my secret, about keeping it from Trevor. I loved her, wanted her, needed her, and I was going to have her.

Fisting my hand in Sarah's hair, I turned us around and pushed her back against the shower wall, kissing her hard and deep. I pressed my body against hers, trapping her with mine. I gave a slow pump of my hips, sliding my long hard shaft through her slippery folds. Sarah cooed softly into my mouth and her hands fell to my hips, guiding me, setting the pace.

With a shiver, she whispered against my mouth, "I want you."

"Here?" I asked, flexing muscles inside me, making my cock pull up against her warm sex.

"Anywhere," she gasped softly, licking my lips. "I don't care." She tightened her arms around me and ground her hot cleft against the root of me.

I glanced over my shoulder. The shower was too exposed to the rest of the apartment. Looking back to Sarah, her eyes were wide, gazing at me with raw heat, need, and love.

"Let's go to bed," I told her.

With a nod, Sarah quickly turned off the water. She grabbed us towels and we made our way out of the shower. My cock was hard as a rock, a fleshy steel pipe trapped between the towel and my stomach. It was so hot against my skin, and the tip was wet above my navel.

Sarah helped me into bed and threw her towel aside. Reaching into our dresser, she grabbed the dildo and harness and crawled under the blankets with me, throwing her leg over me, straddling me while she opened my towel, baring my nakedness to her. The harness and dildo were left under the covers with us, in case we needed to explain how we were doing what we were doing, if need be.

Above me on her hands and knees, Sarah gave me a hot but brief kiss, then she trailed a line of wet kisses down my chin and neck, pausing there to nibble on me with her teeth while the hard tips of her breasts rubbed against mine.

"Oh gawd," I sighed, and my cock throbbed against my stomach.

Sarah kissed, licked and sucked lower down my body, stopping at my breasts. She sucked my hard nipple into her hot mouth, laved me with her tongue, slurped at my breast while her hand slid down my stomach to the wet head of my cock. She curled her fingers around the end of me and gave me a soft but firm stroke down the first couple of inches of my length, then again, and again. She twisted her hand, gathering up the warm sticky arousal from me. She switched to my other breast, sucking, licking, nibbling, and soon her hand was slipping up and down my length with ease, lubricated by my arousal. I thrust my hips, fucking my hard dick through her fist.

"Sarah," I hissed, cock throbbing, aching to feel her soft flesh wrapped around me.

She shuffled down my body on her knees. Her hand stroked down my shaft to the root. With a twist of her hand, her thumb slipped down into my folds, pushed inside, her pinky finger pressed down on my clit, and her warm wet mouth engulfed the head of my cock.

"Ohmygawd," I groaned, digging my hands into her thick hair.

Sarah cooed around a mouthful of hot dick. Her hot tongue traced my crown, licked up and over, and she slurped wetly.

"Gawd, you taste fucking amazing," she said huskily, then she sucked me back into her mouth.

I shivered, her thumb teasing my folds, her pinky tormenting my clit, the rest of her hand tight around my shaft. Sarah noisily sucked and slurped on me, the wet sounds of her mouth on my cock so arousing, making me throb with urgency. The core of my shaft burned, in a good way, and something inside me swelled, tightened.

"Sarah," I hissed in warning. "Gonna go."

"Mmm," she moaned her encouragement, sucking me fiercely, slurping, licking, hand stroking my length, tight at the top, thumb and pinky playing with my clit and folds at the bottom.

I tossed my head from side to side, spine bowing, hips thrusting, fucking my cock into her mouth. That tight feeling inside me grew and grew. My shaft swelled, the tip of me bloomed in her mouth, and without warning, Sarah released me with a wet slurp. She shuffled up my body, held my cock in her hand, and fixed me with a hot gaze. She lowered her hips and my cock pierced deep inside her.

So hot, so tight, so wet. So fucking good.

I grabbed her hips, dug my fingers into her skin, gazed into her eyes, and exploded deep inside her. Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened. My cock pulsed powerfully inside her, spilling hot cream into her cunt, until my length was swimming in cum.

"Oh my gawd," she gasped, eyes fluttering shut at the feel of me coming inside her.

Thick cream flowed out of her, over my swollen cleft, down the crack of my ass. Sarah pushed her hips back, taking almost every last inch of my spurting cock inside her beautiful body. I couldn't tell you how long I came, or how much. I only know that I could feel warm spunk pooling under my ass on the towel.

Finally, my cock stilled inside her. Sarah lifted her hips, shivering as my thick length slipped out of her. Warm cum spilled out of her, coating my groin in a gooey mess, then she lowered her hips and pressed her swollen cunt against my shaft.

"I love you, Amy," she whispered against my mouth, kissed me, and slid her pussy up my length, back down, up and down, over and over. I shivered at the feel of her. "I love you so much."

I whimpered, my cock so sensitive, my heart so swollen by the tenderness of the moment. Sarah slid her heavenly folds up to my tip, and with a shift of her hips, caught me at her opening and plunged me deep inside her.

"Oh gawd, Sarah," I moaned, wrapped my arms around her.

"I love having you in my life," she told me, moving her hips slow and steady, making love to me. "I need you in my life."

The sincerity of her tone made me open my eyes. Sarah gazed down at me with so much love, so much adoration, devotion, obsession. It blew me away.

I gave in to the feel of her soft core around me, her body warm against mine, soft, sweet. I gave in to the scent of her skin, the taste of her mouth. I gave in to the rhythm of her hips, the perfect feel of her so tight around me, as though we had been made for each other. I gave in to the surety that no matter what happened with Trevor, no matter what happened with the three of us, that Sarah wasn't going anywhere. I just gave in.

I thrust with her, made love to her, surrendered to her, mind, body, and soul, without hesitation, without regret. I gave her everything I had, kept my eyes fixed on hers, let her see my love for her, let her feel it in the way I filled her up, stretched her with my hard length.

"Forever?" I asked, gazing into her lovely eyes.

"Forever," she said, and there was no hesitation.

I felt her soft walls flutter around me. Her breath hitched up. Her beautiful mouth fell open. I throbbed inside her, swelled, grabbed her hips and ground my cock up inside her. I brought her with my body, with my need, with my love. Sarah came above me, mouth open in a silent scream, eyes tightly shut. I moved her hips for her, rubbed her silken walls with my hard length. I adored the feel of her coming above me, the look of her lost to her release.

With a sharp moan, Sarah fell against me, burying her face in my neck. I smoothed my hands down her back, letting her shiver and catch her breath.

"That was...holy crap, Amy," Sarah sighed.

I chuckled and flexed my cock inside her. Sarah groaned and put her hands on my shoulders, pushed herself up.to look down at me.

"More?" she asked, surprised that I was still hard, still so full and thick inside her.

I flexed in her again, making her moan, and told her, "I'll always want more of you, Sarah."

With a slow grin, she sat upright, and I felt every last inch of me push inside her.

"You asked for it, baby," she winked, and she began to ride me, still so warm, so soft, so tight.

Wow, did I ever ask for it.

Chapter 54

I woke up the next morning, feeling warm and fuzzy inside. It seemed like it had been forever since Sarah and I had had each other to ourselves like that. We'd made love last night, not fucked, and it had been incredible. I rolled over, cringing when my weight settled onto my bad knee, but was even more disappointed when I found that I was alone in bed. Sarah must have gotten up already. Crawling out of bed, I pulled on a long tee shirt, grabbed a crutch, and hobbled out towards the kitchen, where I heard someone washing dishes. Violet was there, looking stunning as always, even wearing a tight blue tee shirt that bared her midriff, and matching blue jogging pants. Her red hair fell down her shoulders and back in thick waves.

"Good morning," I said, fetching a coffee cup from the cupboard.

Violet jumped, startled, then she squealed and threw her arms around me. "Hi!"

I laughed and managed to stay upright beside the counter. "Hi to you too. What's this all about?"

"Nothing," she shook her head and looked at me, smiling fondly. "Just missed you."

"You could come around more often, you know," I told her, filling up my cup and taking a sip of the delightful brew.

"I know," she waved a hand at me and resumed washing the dishes. "All the deep dicking from Holly keeps me pretty busy."

I laughed and rolled my eyes, "Slut."

"You know it!" she pointed a spatula at me.

Making my way to the living room - not easy with a crutch and cup of coffee, I'll have you know - Violet called out, asking, "Want some breakfast?"

"Not yet," I called back, settling down onto the couch, propping my feet up on the coffee table.

I flipped through channels on the TV, but couldn't get into anything. I was too preoccupied with my thoughts. Sarah and Trevor were "talking" today, and part of me was terrified that they wouldn't be able to work things out, whatever was wrong.

"Hey, mopey," Violet teased, plopping down beside me and giving me a hug.

I chuckled and hugged her back. Her huge breasts engulfed my arm and shoulder. "Gawd, I forgot how huge your tits are."

Violet smiled and cupped them with her hands, demonstrating just how big they really were. I swear, her hands were only able to contain barely a third of their mass. "I know. Awesome, right?"

I patted her leg in agreement.

"So what are you so down about, anyway?" she asked while I sipped at my coffee.

"Trevor and Sarah are having a talk today."

She was quiet for a moment, but she surprised me when she said, "I had a feeling that's what was going on."

I looked at her. "What do you mean? How did you know?"

Violet took my hand and smiled warmly. "Sweetie, I wouldn't want to share you either."

That surprised me too. Violet had never been shy about her affections for me, but I always got the feeling that despite all of the awesome sex we'd had, that in the end, we were just friends. "Really?" I asked her.

"Mm-huh," she nodded, pursing her lips into a cute smile.

"So, you don't think Sarah wants to share me with Trevor?"

She shrugged. "I can only tell you how I'd feel about it. I have no clue what Sarah wants, aside from you, that is."

I knew Sarah wanted me, had no doubts about that. I just wasn't sure if she wanted Trevor. A couple nights ago, I'd have said yes, but now...

Changing the subject, I asked her, "How about you?"

"No, I don't wanna share you either," she grinned.

"That's not what I meant," I slapped her thigh playfully.

"Still the truth," she replied, giving me a level look. "Why do you think I hooked up with Holly?"

"Because she has a huge magical girl-cock?" I teased.

"Well, that's part of it, sure," she chortled, but then she looked serious again. "But I would have been perfectly satisfied with yours."

I blinked at her, unsure if I understood the gravity of what she'd just told me. "What are you saying?"

Violet took a deep breath and let it out, holding my hand in both of hers. "I'm saying Sarah is a very lucky girl."

The sincerity of her tone caught me off guard, not to mention the look of adoration she was giving me. She'd just told me that she'd wanted me for herself. Me. But I wanted Sarah.

"Violet, I..." I started to say, but she put her finger over my lips, cutting me off.

"It's okay," she shrugged a shoulder. "You're in love. I'm cool with that."

I shook my head, somewhat in a state of shock. "Are you saying you're in love with me?"

With a slow smile, Violet took my coffee cup and set it on the table, then she swung her leg over me and straddled me on the couch, took my face in her hands and leaned close. "How's this for an answer?"

And she kissed me, slow, firm, deep. She turned her head this way and that, the kiss growing hot, hotter, so intense it took my breath away. She'd never kissed me like this before. My fingers dug into her sides, and before I knew it, I had a raging erection under my tee shirt. I hadn't even felt it come out of me. The long hard length of me lay hot against my stomach, and sitting on the couch the way I was, I could feel the spongy head of my cock resting against the bottom of my chest. Jeezus, I'd forgotten how big I was with Violet.

"I miss you," she breathed against my mouth, still kissing me.

Gawd, I missed her too, the warmth of her, the softness of her body, the way she kissed me, so domineering. "What about Holly?" I asked.

She smiled against my lips. "I got permission."

"Permission?" I asked between kisses.

She nodded and nibbled on my lower lip, the side that wasn't hurt. "To play."

I chuckled, then gasped when I felt her hand caress my aching length through my shirt.

"Do you need to call Sarah and ask if you can play too?" she asked, wrapping her hand around the end of me through the thin fabric of my shirt, and she ground her groin against the base of my shaft.

Sliding my hands up under her shirt, I caressed the sides of her breasts with my thumbs. "I'm pretty sure she'd make an exception for you."

"Good," she smiled, kissed me again, then hopped up off the couch. "Because I have to show you something. Stay there."

Violet took off for the kitchen, got something from her bag, and came back.

"Show me what?" I asked.

She had something in her hand, but I couldn't tell what it was, except that it was a small bottle of some kind. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, Violet peeled it off and tossed it aside, then she hooked her thumbs under the band of her jogging pants and peeled them down her legs.

"Don't wanna get my clothes messy," she winked at me.

She was naked now. She never did wear a bra or panties before, so I wasn't surprised that she still didn't bother. My eyes were drawn down her exquisite body, from her narrow neck to her huge full breasts, thick nipples hard and slightly upturned, a lovely shade of pink. Her stomach was still soft and inviting, and her mound was perfectly smooth, as always. I couldn't help but notice the glistening of moisture down there.

"Messy?" I raised an eyebrow.

Violet gestured for me to take off my shirt, so I did.

"Damn, Amy," she said, making me look at her. She was holding a small bottle of lube upside down, squeezing out a generous portion into her other hand. She stared at my cock and rubbed the lube between her breasts. "That cock of yours looks positively angry."

I glanced down at my throbbing length and chuckled. The head was swollen an angry red, and the veins on my shaft were thick, pulsing with virility. The entirety of my cock throbbed with every beat of my heart, and clear glittering arousal was steadily dribbling out of my tip. She was right. It did look angry.

Looking back up at Violet, the valley of her mountainous tits glistened with lube, as well as her palms. She smiled down at me and knelt between my legs, spreading them wide to give her room. Shuffling forward, she wrapped both hands around the lower half of my steel-hard shaft, then slipped them up.

"Hohgawd," I groaned, letting my head fall back against the couch.

The softness of her hands, firmness of her grip, and the slippery lube felt amazing. She stroked most of my cock for a minute or so, but she was completely avoiding the part of me that was the most sensitive, the tip. I looked at her through my eyelashes. She smiled again, tossed her long mane of fiery hair over one shoulder, opened her pretty mouth, and swallowed the end of my dong.

"Oh shit, honey," I moaned, both hands instinctively grabbing her head.

Her mouth felt so fucking good on my dick, so warm and wet, and the way her tongue laved the end of me was driving me crazy in seconds.

With a soft but definitely undignified slurp, Violet took her mouth off me to say, "I forgot how fucking good you taste."

Then she plunged her mouth back onto me. My spongy tip found the opening of her throat. Holding my shaft firmly in her hands, Violet twisted her head in small circles, sucking and slurping, kissing and licking. Pushing up higher onto her knees, she changed the angle of her approach. I felt my cockhead press against her throat, and with a soft gulp from Violet, I slipped into her throat.




Strange Days Ch. 51-54



Oh. My. God.

With the end of me in her tight warm throat, Violet stroked my shaft with both hands, but only for a moment. Before I could regain my senses, she attacked. There was nothing prim or proper about what she was doing with her hands, lips, tongue, and throat. There was nothing lady-like about the wet slurps, soft gulping swallows, or guttural moans. Violet was fucking me with her face. Plain and simple.

My head fell back against the couch again, and I soon realized that I was thrusting my hips up to meet her mouth. With her on her knees between my legs the way she was, she couldn't get more than the fat head of my cock in her throat, but jeezus, that was more than enough. I gazed at her, marveled at how pretty she was, how sexy, how beautiful she looked fucking me with her mouth, throat and hands. I felt pressure building inside me, a tidal wave of cum boiling in my belly. I was primed to erupt at any moment.

"Gonna cum," I warned her with a gasp.

With a sharp gasp, she took me out of her mouth. Thick strands of saliva clung to my cock, connecting with her mouth. With a swipe of her tongue, Violet gathered up the thick gooey strands and swallowed them, smacking her lips and flashing me a catty grin.

"Not yet," she shook her head, and she pushed up straight onto her knees, shuffled even closer to me. Cupping her gloriously huge breasts in her hands, Violet leaned forward and swallowed my cock between them. "We haven't gotten to the good part."

Mashing her tits together, she caressed my hard cock with her soft and slippery titflesh. Her breasts were warmer around my shaft than I would have imagined, and I was high with arousal from the sight of them surrounding my throbbing length. My cock stood tall and proud, easily a full third of it sticking up out of her cleavage.

"Here we go, babe," Violet grinned.

Pressing her tits tighter around me, she stroked them up my cock until the end of me disappeared between them, then stroked back down.

"Oh my..." I gasped, enraptured by the first tit-fuck of my life. It was so erotic, so different from anything I'd done before, and I loved it.

She fucked me with her tits, so warm and soft, slow and steady. With a devious smile, Violet turned her face down, gazed at me through her eyelashes, and opened her mouth wide. The next time she fucked her tits down my cock, the end of me plunged past her lips and she gave me a sloppy wet suck.

"Oh, gawd, Violet," I groaned, head falling back and lolling to the side.

Her beautiful tits flew up and down my raging erection, her mouth suck and slurped. I felt my cock give a long swelling pulse and precum gushed out of me. Violet closed her eyes and moaned happily, as though the taste of my cum was a delicacy, and maybe it was for her. I was so close, right on the edge of losing it, losing myself to the feel of her hot wet mouth, soft flicking tongue, warm slippery breasts.

Leaning over, she mashed her chest hard against my throbbing length. The extra pressure against her sternum was too much. I slapped my hands down on the couch beside me and shoved my hips up, and the damn broke inside me.

Hot cum roared up my shaft, exploded out of the end of me. Violet gave a sharp moan of surprise, and to my own amazement, thick white cream blew out of the tight seal of her lips around my cock, splattering both of our chests with a gooey mess. I came so hard that she had to jerk her mouth off me, and a torrent of cum fell from her open mouth before she closed it to swallow. My cock pulsed and an obscenely thick rope of cum shot up into the air, falling back down onto her hands and arms.

"Gawd, yes, baby," Violet groaned.

Her heavy tits flew up and down every inch of my erupting tool. Cum blew out of me in thick ropes, one after another, spraying onto her chin and neck with such force that it splattered back onto me.

"So much fucking cum," she cooed, voice low, husky, a cross between a purr and a growl.

"Oh my gawd," I whimpered, head lolling back and forth against the couch.

"So fucking hot," Violet said, and she leaned back, sucked the spurting end of me into her mouth, and fucked my cock with her hands.

My climax peaked, filling her mouth with my cream. Her mouth left me then and I felt the stroking of her hands become irregular as she moved, but I couldn't manage to open my eyes to see what she was doing.

"I love your cum," Violet purred, and I felt her weight settle onto the couch, the insides of her thighs surrounding mine, pushing my legs back together. "I love your cock," she told me, then she gave me a deep kiss, her lips, tongue and mouth coated in my cream, leaving me breathless.

Her hand held my pulsing length, and the tip of me was suddenly seared by the soft kiss of her hot folds. My eyes flew open, found her gazing at me, so much heat there, so much lust, and something else that I'd never noticed before, making me wonder how I'd been so blind. If I had any doubts about what she'd told me today, about how she felt about me, Violet gave voice to her feelings at that moment.

"And I love you, Amy Carter."

Tears welled up in my eyes. She was so dear to me, so precious, such an incredible friend, and more, but before I could tell her any of that, she dropped her hips. Her hot cunt swallowed the fat head of me, collapsed around my hard shaft, took every last inch of me up inside her and she cried out at the feel of me. She lifted her hips, pulled her sucking heat up the length of me, until I almost fell out of her, then fucked back down. If I hadn't just climaxed, I would have right then, she felt so amazing.

"I love how honest you are," she moaned, almost whimpered, pressing her cheek to mine, holding onto the back of the couch with both hands. Her heavenly pussy slid up and length and plunged back down.

"I love that you're sweet," she cooed, and she rode me up and down with each word that followed. "Caring, genuine, so damn real."

She rode me harder, faster, the end of me nudging the end of her with every plunge of her hips.

"I love that you accept me," she told me, and her lovely ass was slapping against my thighs now. "I love that you gave me a chance."

One of her hands slipped around my neck and she swallowed my face up with her tits. She was so tight, so wet, her pussy literally slurping up and down my aching cock, sucking, clenching, pulling me inside her. Reaching around her, I grabbed the top of her ass and crashed her body down against me over and over, turned my head to suckle on one of her incredible breasts. Violet held me tight, fucked me so hard and fast it rocked the couch.

"I love you, Amy, so much more than you know," she whimpered, held me so lovingly.

"Violet," I gasped, feeling my thick length throb, swell, jerk inside her.

"I love that you're happy, want you to be happy forever, content, whole," she breathed, moving so that she could hold my cheek against hers.

"Violet," I choked out, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her bodily down against me.

"But right now," she said huskily, pulling my head back to speak against my mouth. "What I want more than anything," she gasped, riding my cock wildly, and she kissed me, quick but hard. "Is for you to fill me the fuck up."

"Gawd!"

Something snapped inside me, the part of me that didn't just want to please her. It was the part of me that wanted to please the ever loving hell out of her. I crushed her down against me, felt my cock not just swell, but balloon inside her, longer, thicker, harder, more. Violet let loose an open-mouthed guttural scream. Her cunt flooded me with wet heat, then I flooded her.

It felt like something in my belly collapsed in on itself, so much hot cum rushing up the core of me, blasting into her with such intensity that she filled to overflowing in an instant. Thick warm cream poured down my groin in a scalding wave, pooling under my ass, but I was so lost in the feel of Violet, her soft warm body, her slippery tits, her so fucking tight cunt, that I just didn't care. I just held her tight, a hand on the small of her back and the other on the back of her neck, pumping cum deep inside her with a cock that was probably just a little too big for her.

Her arms tightened around my neck and her body shook. I smoothed my hands up her back and down her ass, over her thighs, up her sides and down her arms. I caressed every inch of her I could reach with my weakened arms, not realizing until then how very much I'd missed her. Her shaking went on, and it took me a little while to realize she was crying.

"Violet?" I asked gently, smoothing my hands up her chest to cup her face and make her look at me.

She blinked at me, tears streaking down her cheeks, eyes red from crying, but even still, she was so damned lovely. I've said before that some women are pretty when they cry, and some aren't. Violet is beautiful.

She swallowed, her gaze grew intense, and with a tone broken from crying, but leaving no room for argument, she told me, "Don't you ever get hurt like this again."

Tears fell down her face, and I was so stunned by the display of emotion that I wasn't sure what to say other than stammer, "O-okay."

"Promise," she shook my shoulders.

"I promise," I agreed quickly. She seemed on the verge of losing it, and I mean Glenn-Close-in-Fatal-Attraction losing it.

"Good," she choked out, swallowing hard, then she hugged me, pressing her body against mine. "Now hold me, you crazy bitch."

I couldn't help it. I laughed, and I cried, and I held my dear friend.



Strange Days Ch. 55-57



Update: I rewrote the opening scene of this segment, based on reader feedback, which I couldn't argue against. I think chapters 54 and 55 flow great together in my manuscript, but up here on the site, with so much time between segment submissions, it didn't feel write. So, here you go. Hope this does Amy and Violet more justice, which they deserve.

I'm sorry it took so long to submit this, but as I've said many times in my status updates, life has been really busy lately. Thank you so much for the comments and the surge in voting, and please keep it up. Voting and comments are the only way I know how I'm doing on this story.

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So, as it turns out, Violet and I made an absolute mess of the couch. I won't go into details. It was...well, just trust me. Anyway, after cleaning up after ourselves, we had a quick breakfast and shared a hot bath, me reclining at one end of the tub, her at the other. We spent the time catching up. She and Holly were doing great, despite Violet professing her love for me less than an hour before. She wasn't sure if their relationship was going to be a long term thing or not, but she hoped it would.  

So far, so good, it seemed. They'd already made plans to spend Christmas with Holly's parents down in Texas. In my book, meeting the parents was always a big deal. Violet told me she was nervous at first, about Holly bringing her girlfriend home, but then Holly reminded her that her parents were well aware that she was gay, so Violet had nothing to worry about.

I sat across from Violet with my right foot propped up on her chest between her breasts, watching her massage my foot. It was heavenly.

"So, you love me, huh?" I grinned.

Violet looked up from my foot and smirked, then she briefly tickled me, making me lurch upright in the tub. After our giggling subsided, I asked her, "Why didn't you say anything before?"

She raised an eyebrow, but didn't answer.

I shrugged. "Things might have..."

She interrupted me with, "...turned out exactly the way they are now."

I wasn't sure what to say to that, so I just sat there like a mute idiot.

"Sarah's perfect for you, Amy," she told me with a little smile. "She loves you so much, and I know you love her."

"But what about you?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I'm happy." Then she smirked again and transformed to her usual bubbly self. "So long as I have at least one magical size-adjustable girl-cock in my life, I'll be fine."

I laughed and splashed her with bathwater.

"But," she raised an eyebrow and said seriously, "I'll expect Sarah to share you with me now and then."

"You wouldn't share me," I teased.

She cocked her head. "Don't have much of choice in that, now do I?"

She was being playful. I knew that. Still, it struck a guilty cord in me.

"And Holly will be okay with this?"

Her voice dropped an octave. "She doesn't have much of a choice either, unless something changes between us."

"Like what?" I asked.

She smiled. "Like me loving her as much as you and Sarah love each other."

I nodded and couldn't help but feel a little sad. My friend was in love with me, but I was in love with Sarah, madly, deeply, with every fiber of my being. The simple fact was that Violet couldn't have me, because I simply couldn't give myself to her. So much of me was in love with Sarah that there wasn't enough of me left to give. That made me wonder about Trevor. Was there enough of me left for him?

"Hey," she snapped playfully, dropping my foot back into the water and crawling up over me, straddling me in the tub, the tips of her breasts dragging up my small boobs. "Quit being so serious."

When I smiled and gave her a nod, she smiled back and kissed me. I smoothed my hands up her thighs in the water and her tongue pushed past my lips. She kissed me with both love and lust, heat and feeling, friend and lover. I felt her soft silken cleft rub against my stiffening shaft and I cooed into her mouth. Soon I was thrusting my hips - as best I could, at any rate - relishing the feel of her sex opening against my swollen rod.

"Despite what you may have read in romance novels," she told me, kissing me again. "Sex in water sucks ass."

I chuckled and smoothed my hands up her sides, cupping her huge tits in my hands and gently rolling her big nipples between thumb and forefinger.

"Mmm," she cooed against my mouth, gave my lips a swipe with her hot tongue. "Let's move this to the bed."

I smiled, loving the feel of her lips against mine, her soft slippery body with almost no space between us. "I thought you were supposed to be helping me this morning."

She grinned against my mouth, reached between us and wrapped her hand around my cock. "I am helping you, sweetie."

"Helping me do what, exactly?"

"Fuck me," she replied huskily, squeezing the end of me.

I sighed at the feel of her and asked, "Is that an answer or a demand?"

She smiled and nibbled my lip, whispering against my mouth, "Both."

Violet crawled out of the tub and took my hand, guiding me out and to the bedroom. We toweled ourselves off by the bed, but she had a lot more hair to dry out than I did, so I was finished before her. Her arms were up, hands above her head, and her towel was covering her face, but her gloriously curvy body was in full view.

I could never get over how incredibly sexy Violet was, and I don't think I ever would either. Her breasts were so big and full. I swear they were bigger these days. They sagged just a little under their tremendous weight, but they looked perfect on her. Her waist was narrower than her shoulders, and her hips flared out wonderfully. Below that, my eyes fell to her pillowy mound, so soft and smooth, the top of her slit just barely visible when she stood with her legs together.

I couldn't just stand there and do nothing, and found myself dropping my towel and closing the distance between us. I reached around and up, grabbing hold of both her wrists behind her head with one hand, pinning them there, and the front of my body nestled against hers while my hard cock pushed between her thighs.

Violet smiled, the lower half of her face uncovered by the towel.

I kissed her soft full lips lightly, giving them a swipe with my tongue, and a shivering sigh escaped her. Still holding her wrists, I kissed and nibbled her chin and down her neck. A few beads of water still graced her skin, and I kissed and licked them away, down her chest. She tasted so fucking good that my cock throbbed between her legs, the wide shaft of me pushing up into her wet slit.

"Like what you see, sweetie?" she asked teasingly.

I grunted an affirmative and kissed my way over her left breast, down the slope of it, avoiding her nipple with my mouth but letting my chin rub across it.

"Gawd, Amy," she moaned softly, trying to free her hands, but I held her wrists tightly. Instead, she moved her hips back, then forward, rubbing her warm wet slit over my shaft. She thrust her hips back and forth while I kissed down the side of her breast, and when I pushed my face under her tit and began kissing the soft sensitive skin where her titflesh joined her abdomen, she cooed for me.

Something about the delightful sound she made forced me to draw back and look at her. Violet was one of my dearest friends, so important to me, and I loved her, but she was also the hottest fucking woman I knew. I adored Sarah's body, so don't get me wrong, but Violet was a sex goddess, plain and simple. Holly once told me that with Freyja's gift, our bodies were made for sex. She was wrong. If anyone was made for sex, it was Violet.

Still rubbing her hot cleft over my shaft, Violet leaned forward and opened her mouth, searching for mine. I gave her a delicate kiss, teasing her. She tried again, and again, getting more frustrated, more impatient.

"Amy, please," she begged softly. She practically lunged forward and managed to find my lips with hers, but I pulled back and managed to keep the kiss so very brief. She growled low in her throat, "You're such a bitch."

I laughed softly, then squeezed her wrists and told her, "Don't move."

She huffed, but nodded just the same. She wanted me, and she was willing to do whatever I asked to have me. It gave me a sense of incredible power over her, and I loved it. Glancing around, inspiration struck me. I leaned to the side with my hand on Violet's shoulder for balance and managed to open a drawer on the dresser. I pulled out a silk scarf.

"Close your eyes," I said.

She nodded again, and when I unwound the towel from her head and dropped it on the floor, she kept her eyes closed. Her dark red hair was still pretty wet, so it hung heavily down her back, away from her face. I covered her eyes with the scarf and tied it behind her head, and she started to lower her arms.

"No," I told her, and she froze. "Keep your arms where they were."

Violet swallowed and raised her arms again. I wound the scarf around one of her wrists and knotted it, then the other, securing her wrists behind her head. Violet pulled her arms, testing the binding.

"There," I said with a smile, smoothing my hands down her arms to her sides, grazing the sides of her breasts with my palms and making her shiver. "That's better."

Violet licked her hips and asked, "What are you gonna do with me?"

I leaned in close and whispered against her mouth, "Whatever I want."

Violet shook from head to toe, and a tiny whimper escaped her.

I smoothed my hands down to her hips, then carefully guided her backwards to sit down on the end of the bed, my cock slipping from between her legs and springing up to slap against my stomach, leaving a wet smear of pre below my boobs.

When Violet was seated, taking deep breaths through her open mouth, I wrapped my hand around my lower shaft and bent my cock down to point straight out. The end of me was level with her mouth, and I moved my hips forward just a bit, my tip bathed in her warm breath. My knob touched her lower lip, and Violet moaned, opening her mouth to take me inside.

"Uh-uh," I told her, grabbing her bound wrists with my other hand and holding her back.

She groaned softly in protest, "Please."

I grinned, loving this power I had over her. Holding her head in place by her wrists, I rubbed the big head of my cock around her mouth, spreading copious pre over her lips. Violet licked my arousal from her lips, moaning as she did so, and her warm slippery tongue laved the end of me in the process.

"You're so beautiful, Violet," I told her, gazing down at her lovely face, her gorgeous body.

She smiled, and she actually blushed a little. I began rubbing my cockhead over her cheek. Holding my cock just beneath the head, I pressed my shaft against her mouth and nose. Violet took a deep breath through her nose, drawing in the scent of my dick, then she began licking my shaft, up and down, side to side. A big drop of pre welled up at the end of me and rolled over, dripping onto her forehead above the scarf. I drew my hips back and pushed my cock down again, once more touching it to her lips. She opened her mouth and I let her wrap her lips around the end of me, blocking the rest of me with my hand beneath the head. Leaning over, I kissed away the glob of precum from her forehead, then pulled my dick out of her mouth with a soft pop.

Violet moaned in protest. I squeezed my dick and forced out a huge glob of thick pre, then smeared it around her mouth. Her tongue immediately tried to lick it up.

"Don't lick it away," I told her.

She groaned in frustration.

Slowly, I pulled on her wrists, forcing her to lean back while supporting her, and I dragged the drooling tip of me down over her chin, smearing more pre on her smooth skin. When I reached her neck, I began stroking my cock. More precum dripped from my dick, and I spread it down her neck and to her chest, painting her with my dong. My thick length began to throb, and the core of me tingled. If I wasn't careful, I'd blow my load on her chest before I even got started. I eased up on my stroking, smearing more arousal on her breast, focusing on her nipple until it was shiny with pre.

"Gawd, Violet," I sighed, gazing down at her and shaking my head in wonder. "You're so pretty with my cum on you."

Violet shivered and said, "Make me pretty, Amy."

She wanted me to come on her, and I really wanted to, but I had other ideas in mind. Her lips were glistening with the gloss of my pre, and I just couldn't resist. I pulled her head back a bit further and leaned over her, stroking my cock and spreading more arousal over her tits. Then I closed my mouth over hers and kissed her deeply.

"Mmm!" Violet moaned with the sudden invasion of my tongue in her mouth.

She pushed her mouth into the kiss hard, like she was trying to eat me, and I loved it. I drew my tongue out of her mouth and held her head in place, then licked up all the gooey pre from her lips and closed my mouth over hers again. Violet sucked the pre from my tongue and swallowed. I kissed her slowly, but so very deep, crushing my mouth against hers. Bending at the knees, I dragged the so swollen end of me down her stomach, pushed the head of my cock down through her hot cleft, so slippery with arousal, then lodged the fat end of me at her opening. Violet jerked in my grasp and stopped holding herself up. I was ready for it, so she fell back onto the bed.

"Jeezus, Amy," she moaned, writhing on the bed, thrusting her hips to capture me inside her, but I kept myself just at her opening. She groaned loudly, "You're driving me fucking crazy."

"Good," I grinned, making her growl.

Bending over, I wrapped my hands around her ankles and drew them up, then out, spreading her legs as wide as she could handle while I stood back up. Then I looked at her.

I simply cannot adequately describe what she saw, but I'll try. She was so beautiful, her smooth creamy skin glistening with the precum I'd smeared over her, and so vulnerable, her wrists bound behind her head. Her huge breasts rose and fell on her chest with deep breaths, nipples so hard and swollen, spearing out from her mounds of flesh. Her soft belly heaved as she thrust her hips, rubbing her sopping opening against the end of me, her folds literally nipping at my tip. With her legs spread so wide, she was completely helpless, and burning up with barely contained lust. Violet's pussy is normally closed, only her clit visible, just peeking out, but she was so aroused that her swollen labia were spread wide, and her pink insides glistened, so very wet.

Holding her ankles, I began thrusting my hips, short and shallow, almost pushing inside her, but not quite, just enough so that she could feel my big dick spreading her open, forcing her insides to accept me, but not letting her take me. She whimpered and moaned, begged me to fuck her, pleaded. I brought one of her ankles in front of me, and for the first time, I realized how pretty her feet were. It came out of the nowhere, the desire to own her, every part of her, even her feet. So that's what I did. I licked a hot line up the bottom of her foot, making her gasp and shiver, then closed my mouth over her big toe and the smaller one beside it.

"Oh fuck," she groaned.

I licked and sucked her toes, all of them, felt her wiggling them inside my mouth, felt her arousal leaking out of her perfect pussy. I couldn't help it. I thrust my hips forward and shoved a full third of my thick pole inside her.

"Gawd!" she screamed, arcing her back.

Her hot cunt collapsed around me, so soft, so wet, so tight. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to fill her up with the rest of me. I held myself there and moved her ankle out again, then brought her other foot to my mouth. Violet trashed on the bed, breathing so hard and fast I thought she was hyperventilating. I licked and sucked her toes, pushing another third of my dick into her hot cunt. She screamed again.

"Amy, please," she begged, whimpering, and if the scarf hadn't been covering her eyes, I was pretty sure I'd have seen tears. "Please, fuck me."

Spreading her legs again, so very wide, wide enough that she shook with the strain, I looked down between us and shoved the rest of my cock deep into her body. Violet arched her back so forcefully that her shoulders cleared the bed, her big breasts riding so high on her chest. I put her legs by my hips and Violet wrapped them around my waist.

Leaning over her, I drew most of my cock out of her and kissed her stomach, licking up the pre I'd spread there, then further up her body, licking and nibbling her boobs. Pushing my thick dick back inside her, she groaned loudly and thrust her hips to meet me. The end of me ground gently against the end of her. I saw her nipple glistening wetly with my pre and latched my mouth onto it, sucking it deep into my mouth, hard.

"Fuck, yes!" she hissed, thrusting her chest up as best she could.

I laved her tit with my tongue, then licked up her sternum to her throat. I drew out of her and thrust back in, fucking her slow and deep. Her warm wet walls were so soft, but so strong, squeezing me powerfully, and she was so wet that I could hear my cock sliding in and out of her, the soft pat, pat, pat of my pelvis against her thighs music to my ears.

"You're so fucking big, baby," Violet moaned, writhing beneath me, more of the front of my body pressing against hers as I licked my precum off her neck and chin.

When my lips found hers, Violet turned her head and kissed me furiously. I fucked her harder, faster, my hips becoming a blur as I pounded her perfect pussy relentlessly. She moaned into my mouth, groaned, growled, her insides convulsing around me. She felt so fucking good, so tight around my cock, body so soft and warm beneath me. The smell of her, the feel of her, the taste of her, it was just too much.

My belly tightened, knotted. I was going to come and there was no stopping it. I ravaged her hot cunt with my thick dong, fucked her hard and deep, the end of me thudding against the end of her. My cock swelled inside her and I felt cum rushing up the length of me.

Violet broke the kiss and hissed against my mouth, "Yes, come inside me."

Lying fully on top of her, I shoved my hands under her ass and held tight, fucking her hard, long deep strokes of every inch of me, the head of my cock almost coming out of her, only to plunge back in, so very deep. Her hot cunt sucked and slurped on my dick, the sounds of our rutting loud and lewd, and so fucking sexy.

With a growl, I kissed her and thrust one last time. Hot cum blew out of me with shocking force, spilling into her and immediately washing my length in thick cream.

Violet came, wailing into my mouth, climaxing around my spurting dick. A second pulse, then a third, and her cumming cunt overflowed, gooey cum spilling out between her legs. With another growl, I drew out of her with a loud pop and leaned back, stroking my cock. Rope after thick rope blew out of me, laying hot lines of jizz on her heaving stomach and chest, her neck, her face and hair, and well beyond her head.

I blew seven ropes on her body, then lunged forward, grabbed her wrists and heaved her up to a sitting position. My cock sprayed a huge spurt of cum under her chin that fell to her heaving chest, and holding her wrists tightly, I forced her mouth over the end of me. Violet moaned with delight, still caught up in her climax. My dick lurched, filled her mouth with a single burst, and she swallowed it, only to have her mouth filled again. I filled her mouth a few more times, maybe a lot more, but Violet sucked and slurped endlessly.

Finally, when the last drop of cream spilled out of me and into her mouth, Violet gave me one last noisy slurp and let me pop out of her mouth. She leaned her head back and opened her mouth wide, showing me the mouthful of white cream she was keeping there, then she closed her mouth, her throat worked, and she swallowed my load, opening her mouth for me again.




Strange Days Ch. 55-57



It was the hottest fucking thing I'd ever seen.

Bending over, I wrapped an arm around her waist and heaved her up off the bed, helping her stand, then I crushed her against me and kissed her like an animal. Thick gooey cream squished between our bodies, making a mess, but I didn't care. I ate at her mouth for a while, stroked my hands down her ass and up her back. As our passions subsided, I began untying her wrists. One arm fell to her side, then the other, and she wrapped them around my neck, still kissing me, deep but slow, firm but sweet.

At last, the scarf came free from her head. Violet drew back to gaze at me, eyes shimmering with feeling, and her entire body seemed to glow. She blinked at me, shook her head, and said, "Fucking hell, Amy."

I laughed and she kissed me. We fell onto the bed, kissing and petting. Later on, our bodies slick with sweat and other things, we lay in my bed, facing each other, my head tucked under her chin, our limbs entwined. My finally sated cock lay heavy and sticky against her stomach and hip. I was content to just lay there with her for the rest of the morning, to bask in the feel of her, to breathe in her scent, but when she gave a soft satisfied coo and tenderly kissed the top of my head, I thought of something.

"When did it happen?" I asked.

She stilled, and a second or two passed before she said anything. "When did I fall in love with you?"

I nodded, stroked my fingers up her back.

"The night before your job interview," she told me, almost whispering.

I remembered that night. I was nervous as hell about my interview at Dangerous Angels. Sarah and Violet took it upon themselves to handle everything for the evening. Sarah made dinner, and Violet made a mess of me in bed. It had been some of the best sex of my life.

"Why that night?"

I felt her lips form a smile against my head. "There was just something wonderful about taking care of you, something I'd never felt before." She shrugged her shoulder. "It was nice."

I smiled and tilted my head up to kiss her throat. We lay there for a while longer, just petting and snuggling. Violet rolled away a little and I felt her hand slide between us to wrap around my thick flaccid length. She played with my penis for a moment, then scooted back so that she could see it.

"This is bigger than usual," she said, idly playing her fingers up and down my length.

I grinned. "You did tell me to fill you up, if you'll recall."

"Oh, I remember," she smiled at me.

I smiled back sleepily, enjoying the feel of her hand exploring me, fingertips grazing up from the very base of me. Her fingers slowly journeyed up to the tip, then closed around my crown, giving me a delicious squeeze. She toyed with my cock for a good while, but I could tell that her goal wasn't to get me aroused. She was just enjoying playing with me, and I wasn't complaining. At some point I began to doze off, and Violet snuggled up to me.

I woke up later, hearing voices in the apartment. Trevor and Sarah were back home, talking to Violet. When I rolled over to get out of bed, my knee and ankle were really protesting moving at all, and I realized I'd forgotten to take my pain meds as scheduled. I didn't like taking them unless I needed them anyway.

Slipping on a pair of comfortable cotton pants and a matching halter top, I picked up a crutch just as Violet rounded the corner.

"Hey, sleepy head," she smiled and came up to me. "Parents are home," she jerked her head sideways, referring to Sarah and Trevor, making me grin. "Gotta get going."

Leaning the crutch up against the dresser, I opened my arms to her. Violet smiled wider and stepped into me, giving me a warm hug. Gawd, I loved the feel of her full shapely body against mine, the way she seemed to just swallow me up.

"Thank you, Violet," I said softly, kissing her hair.

She cupped my butt in her hand and squeezed. "Honey, you can fuck me any time you want."

I giggled and held her tighter. "You know you're always welcome here," I told her, and she drew back enough to look at me, searching my eyes. "Don't be such a stranger, okay?"

She smiled, glanced at my mouth, and gave me a quick but wonderfully full kiss. I saw her to the elevator. The moment the doors closed and the elevator ground its way downstairs, I already missed her.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee reached me from the kitchen. Sarah was there, filling up three cups. Trevor met me halfway and gave me a hug.

"Did you have a good time with Violet?" he asked.

I grinned against his shoulder and nodded. "Mm-hmm."

"Good," he kissed my head. "Come on."

With his arm around my waist, Trevor helped me to the couch. I got nervous when he took one of the chairs caddy corner from the couch, rather than sitting with me. Sarah came in and handed over our coffee, then took the other chair, across from Trevor. They gave each other a level look, both of them took a breath, then they looked at me

Uh-oh. Here we go. My stomach flipped over and my hands started shaking a little.

"Relax, baby," Sarah smiled. "Nobody's going anywhere."

"Oh, thank gawd," I slumped back against the couch, breathing a huge sigh of relief.

"But..." Trevor said.

Sarah nodded at him, then told me, "But, that can't happen again. It won't happen again."

I opened my mouth to ask why, but Sarah wasn't finished.

"I know you want all of us to be together, but it isn't going to work out that way," she said, then she leaned forward to rest her arms on her knees, holding her coffee cup in both hands. She sat quietly in thought for a moment, looking down into her cup, then glanced up at me. "It felt like I was cheating, Amy."

I shook my head, not understanding. "Why?"

Sarah shrugged. "I don't know. It just did."

I glanced at Trevor, but he was impossible to read. His face was a blank mask, except for the cute crooked grin he gave me. He didn't seem upset, dejected, or angry. In fact, he didn't seem bothered at all.

"What about you?" I asked him.

"Did it feel like cheating?"

I nodded, and he shook his head. Interesting.

"You guys are friends, right?" I asked both of them.

"Of course," he nodded.

"Absolutely," Sarah agreed.

"And you care about each other?" I pressed on.

"Definitely," they said at the same time.

"Then..." I started, stopped, and started again, shaking my head once more. "I don't get it."

"I don't need him for sex," Sarah told me, and she fixed me with her gaze, making sure I was listening, I think. "I don't want him for that."

I glanced quickly at Trevor, worried that the dejection would finally hit him, but he only smiled crookedly again. "I don't need her for that either. I have you."

"And I have you too," Sarah added.

"But...you two seemed to...you know...enjoy it," I blinked at them.

"Oh, don't get me wrong," Trevor raised an eyebrow and flashed a huge smile. "It was amazing, being with both of you like that. It always is." he gave Sarah a long look. "I care about Sarah. A lot." She dropped her gaze from him and swallowed, then looked back at him after a moment. Trevor continued, looking at her but talking to me. "We relied on each other when you were in the hospital, leaned on each other." He looked back to me. "We slept together, ate together. I even gave her a bath," he grinned.

"But that was all," Sarah said, looking at me. "No sex. Nothing like that. It wasn't about that at all."

I met her gaze, still expecting an emotional blowout of some kind from at least one of them, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen.

"We're friends," she told me. "That's all we're going to be."

I gave myself a moment to let that settle in, then nodded and asked both of them, "But you're okay sharing me?"

"I think we know Violet well enough, Amy," Trevor smirked.

I blushed furiously. How did they know we'd had sex?

Sarah laughed. "It smells like a bordello in here. Not that that's a bad thing, of course." She gestured at me. "Besides, you have that freshly laid glow about you right now."

"You really do," Trevor chuckled.

I rolled my eyes at both of them. "Okay, but what I meant was, are you okay with sharing me with each other?"

"Amy," Sarah leaned forward and gave me a level look. "So long as you come home to us, we don't care."

"And try not to fall in love with anyone else," Trevor added with a smirk. "This place will get crowded pretty fast."

I blushed again, but of course, they had no way to know that it was because of Violet. They didn't have anything to worry about there. I loved her, but I wasn't in love with her.

I was quiet for a while, digesting what they'd told me. It had been a dream of mine that the three of us would live happily ever after, that Sarah and Trevor would fall for each other just as hard as I'd fallen for them, and them for me. They were telling me that wasn't going to happen. I still had hope, of course, if only because I'm stubborn, but they seemed so sure that it wouldn't happen, and they seemed okay with it.

As though reading my thoughts, Sarah asked me, "Are you okay with this?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay with it. But..." I looked at both of them and smiled sheepishly. "Is there any chance the two of you might come at me at the same time again? That was pretty hot."

Trevor looked away and grinned, and Sarah smiled at me, saying, "It was pretty hot." She shrugged. "We'll see."

I nodded. "Okay. Fair enough."

"You're really not upset?" Trevor asked a minute or so later.

"I love you," I told them both, and they smiled warmly at me, a smile that lit up their eyes. "I don't want to lose either of you."

"Pretty sure you don't have anything to worry about there," Trevor told me, and I believed him.

"Amy?" Sarah said, and I looked at her. She glanced at my knee. "Have you taken your pain meds?"

I looked down at my leg to see it shaking. My knee had been bothering me all day, but I'd put off my meds. Now that I was paying attention to it, it really was hurting a lot, a constant throbbing ache.

"Not yet," I shook my head.

Sarah frowned and Trevor shook his head. Both of them set their coffee cups down and got up.

"Well, let's get you taken care of," Sarah said.

Sarah went to make me something to eat, while Trevor got a glass of water and my pills. I munched on a sandwich and watched them fuss about the apartment, cleaning things up, making a grocery list, paying bills, taking care of everything, taking care of me. They worked together, in concert, and it seemed so natural for them. It was hard for me to understand how they wouldn't want to be as close with each other as they were with me. It just seemed to be a logical result, that they fit well enough. They smiled at each other, touched, teased, joked, hugged, and I saw them give each other a peck on the lips when it was time for bed.

I lay there in Sarah's arms that night, Trevor's arm around both of us, their bodies so warm around me, so perfect. I suppose I could settle for this.

Chapter 56

The road to recovery turned out to be a really long fracking road. A seven week long road, to be exact. The brace was gone from my ankle, as well as from my wrist. I was wearing an athletic brace on my knee, but I could get around without my crutches now. Every now and then I would wear a tight wrap around my chest, to help with my ribs, but I was trying to get used to going without it. I wasn't supposed to wear the chest wrap at all anymore - Doctor Jones said it would slow the healing process - but there were some days it helped relieve some of the aches and pains. Aside from that, I felt worlds better.

Oh, and my hair had grown out. It was short, of course, but Holly helped me cut and style it like hers. It actually turned out pretty cute, and it was fantastically easy to deal with in the mornings, like this one.

No, I still hadn't told Trevor my secret. Unfortunately, my reluctance had made a pretty negative impact on my sex life too. The three of us don't make a particular habit of messing around together anymore. In fact, we'd only done that once since the last time. That I couldn't truly have sex with Sarah when Trevor was around was incredibly frustrating too. We stole our moments together, keeping the strap-on nearby, just in case, but the worry that he might discover the real truth of my goddess-given tool was always there, and it wasn't titillating at all. It was difficult, sometimes, to stay in the moment with Sarah, to really cut loose. It's what led to us hiring a general contractor to build some walls in the apartment.

I'd liked the open feel to the place, but walling off sections of the apartment wasn't just about sex. I was back in classes again, almost full time, only staying home now and then when my knee was giving me trouble. Having a quiet place for each of us to study was becoming paramount. Besides, it was a fairly frequent occurrence that one or more of our friends would come over to visit or study and end up spending the night, like Phillip and Mona did when they first got to see me since the "incident".

We'd replaced my bed with a king-sized behemoth, so now there was plenty of room for the three of us to sleep together, which we almost always did, unless someone was feeling frisky. Violet's room had been walled up, as had mine, and Sarah's had been turned into a combination guest room and study. The shower was still more or less open to the apartment, but we'd gotten a couple of those oriental-style screens to lend a little privacy to the area, for when we had guests over. The rest of the apartment was still an open floor plan.

Trevor and Sarah are close friends now, but not lovers. They grow more and more comfortable with each other every day. Last week, I'd come home from physical therapy and found them in the shower, sitting on the floor. Trevor was leaning back against the shower wall, and Sarah was sitting between his legs, leaning back against his chest. They looked incredible together, Sarah's body so tight and curvy in all the right places, Trevor's masculine form perfectly chiseled. He'd stepped up his exercise routine lately, and his blonde hair was shorn very short these days, almost buzzed on the sides. The same day Holly had come over to cut my hair, she'd helped him with his too.

Trevor was massaging Sarah's shoulders and arms, and they were talking about everything and nothing, just catching up on the happenings of their day. I was absolutely quiet, spying on them, hoping beyond hope that something might happen.

"Okay, this masseuse needs a break," he'd said, patting her back to get her to move so that he could get up.

"Ohhh, already?" Sarah had wined, not moving, except to lay her head back against his shoulder.

"You don't feel very tense anymore," he'd chuckled, giving her a hug from behind, wrapping his arms around her stomach beneath her breasts, and her arms moving to lay over his. "Besides, if you don't get off me, I'll make you give me a massage. The illegal kind."

"Is that what's digging into my back?" She'd sat up and looked at him over her shoulder, feigning ignorance. When she'd moved, I'd gotten a good look at the tower of hard flesh sticking up from between Trevor's legs. Sarah had surprised me then by turning around to face Trevor on her hands and knees. She'd crawled up between his legs, arms at his sides, then she'd smiled and kissed him, soft and sweet. "Thanks, Trevor."

His eyes had glittered back at her, and he'd smiled back. "Any time." Then he'd frowned playfully. "But seriously, if you don't put some clothes on, Amy won't be able to get back home fast enough."

Sarah had laughed, and so had I, unfortunately. They caught me red handed. While Sarah dressed and made dinner, Trevor had fucked the shit out of me in the shower. Maybe if I'd been quiet and left before they knew I'd been there, he'd have taken Sarah there in the shower, and maybe, just maybe, she'd been in a playful enough to mood to actually enjoy it.

So yeah, considering they were sharing moments like that together, it baffled me that they wouldn't cross the line again.

I still hadn't had my photo shoot with Lucas, the friend of a friend of Phillip's, but he was penciled in on my calendar for two weeks from now. I was feeling much better, able to get around on my own now, and I think a lot of that had to do with the bajillion multivitamins I was taking every day, something Trevor's sister, Tabitha, insisted I do. I thought she was crazy at first, but now, you wouldn't catch me shaking a stick at her. The knee was the only thing giving me any real trouble, being the worst of the injuries, though my ribs still ached now and then if I moved wrong.

In fact, I was feeling well enough that we decided it was finally time to have everyone over for a dinner party. Trevor, Tabitha, and Phillip were setting up the dining room table. Sarah, Violet and Mona were finishing up dinner in the kitchen. Paula and Johnny were out making a last minute run for wine and desert - though the wine was being picked up by an older friend of Johnny's.

Speaking of whom, Paula had stayed with us for almost three weeks before she and Johnny were solid enough again that they moved out of their frat and sorority houses and got an apartment of their own. Actually, they lived in the same building as Violet and Holly, two doors down from them. They were doing great, deeply in love, and I couldn't have been happier for Paula. She was so alive, so radiant every time I saw her. It seemed the shadows of what his brother, Todd, had done to Paula and I were finally gone. They were happy again. All of us were.

Well, okay, I missed fooling around with Paula, and I really missed having sex with her, but still, I was happy for her.

"Have you told him yet?" Holly asked me quietly, snapping me out of my thoughts.

She was helping me make up the study, where my old bed had gone. We'd already made up Violet's room for guests. It took me a moment to realize she was asking if I'd told Trevor about my gift from Freyja.

I shook my head. "No. Not yet."

"Are you going to?"

I looked at her across the bed, tucking the fitted sheet on the mattress. "Someday, sure. I mean, I'll have to at some point."

"Have to?" she raised an eyebrow.

I sighed. "I'm tired of keep this secret from him, and besides, it's driving me crazy that I can't just throw Sarah down and fuck her whenever I want, like I can with him."

"I can imagine," she widened her eyes for a moment. "Pretty sure I'd lose my mind if I couldn't ravage Violet three or four times a day."

"Three or four?" I blinked, astonished.

Holly was such a tiny girl, so prim and petite, that it was difficult to imagine her with a sex drive that would rival the strapping muscle-bound hunks that are so prevalent in romance novels these days. She'd bought a figurine of Freyja from the same person that Sarah got mine, a woman named Helena. She ran two curio shops, one in Texas and the other here in New York. Before I'd met Holly, I'd thought I was the only girl in the world with a magic dick, but now I wondered if there were more than the two of us out there.

"At least," she chuckled. "Though in fairness, most of the time it's probably closer to just twice a day. A quick romp, then a thoroughly long lay."

I shook my head, giggling at the imagery. I'd never actually seen Holly and Violet have sex, but I knew how big I was when I had sex with Violet. My penis changed size depending on who I was with. With Paula, I was the longest, but not very wide. I was thickest with Violet, and only a little longer than when I was with Sarah. On me, a cock for Violet looked a bit out of place, being slightly thicker than my wrist. I could barely imagine what that would look like on Holly. Maybe a third leg or something.




Strange Days Ch. 55-57



"You're picturing me with a dick for Violet, aren't you?" Holly smirked, wrinkling her cute little nose.

"Guilty," I held my hand up.

Holly giggled and nodded. "It can be awkward."

"How so?" I asked.

"Well, look at me," she straightened up and gestured down her tiny frame, then she held a hand out in front of her, level with her groin. "It's so big that I have to shuffle towards her on my knees to get it in her."

I laughed and shook my head.

"Since Violet moved in with me, morning wood is the worst though," she said, and I smiled at her, suspecting where this was going. "I'll wake up with a raging boner dripping on my chest."

I laughed again at the imagery. "I'm sure Violet loves it though."

"Seems to," she giggled.

As we were finishing up, Holly said, "I talked to Helena yesterday."

"How is she?" I asked. "I haven't talked to her in forever."

"You should," she told me, smiling fondly at the thought of the shopkeeper. "I call her at least once a month. She's an amazing woman."

"You should go see her," I suggested, fluffing the pillows and setting them on the bed. "Her shop's only a couple of hours from here."

She snorted. "I would, but whenever I call she's running the store back home. I never seem to get around to paying her a visit when she's here."

"Hey, you two," Violet poked her head through the door, grinning. "You girls talkin' about magic cocks again?"

Holly and I laughed. Violet came in and wrapped her arms around Holly, kissing her hotly. Holly had to tilt her chin up to meet the kiss, and soon she was cooing into Violet's mouth. Holly was wearing a cute little navy blue dress that fell to her knees, and I watched it slowly tented by an obscenely huge hunk of meat. Violet reached between them to rub her hand up and down Holly's thick pole, then she looked at me, eyes shimmering with lust.

"We have time to change the bed again?" she asked.

Not to be crass, but Holly made a mess when she had sex. So did I, for that matter. The thought of having to clean up after either one of us made me cringe inside.

"No," I raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Save it for later."

Violet pouted, and Holly groaned in frustration. I felt for her.

"Okay, use the bathroom or the shower," I told them, and both of their eyes lit up with excitement. Violet snatched up Holly's hand and practically yanked her out of the study. I called after them, "We have guests coming and I don't need you two stinking up the place with sex!"

"We don't stink!" Holly gaped at me, playfully, of course.

I waved my hand at them. "You know what I mean."

They ended up using the bathroom, and they were quiet about it too. After all, the only other people here that knew about Holly's secret, or mine, for that matter, were Sarah and Paula. About an hour later, the last guest arrived. The elevator doors slid open, and there she was, as beautiful as I remembered

Her long black hair was pulled up in a tight bun, held in place with silver chopsticks. An elegant black cocktail dress clung to her incredible body, and black high heels did wonders for her amazing legs.

"Hey, Rose," I smiled.

"Hi!" she squealed and threw herself at me.

"Missed me, I guess?" I teased, hugging her back.

"Oh my gawd," she groaned, stepping back to tuck her clutch under her arm and grab both of my hands. "You have no idea."

I laughed and walked her into the apartment. "That bad, huh?"

"Honey, those other photographers just don't hold a candle to what you can do to me."

I stopped and raised an eyebrow at her, grinning, recalling our first photo shoot together. Most of the models used concealing pads to hide their naughty bits, so that the retouchers didn't have to work so hard to airbrush them out of the shots. Rose was a die-hard bisexual, and she thought I was cute when we met. She'd teased me with her gorgeous body that day, getting me to help her put the concealing pad in place, and since there wasn't any water at hand to activate the adhesive, she'd had me use my saliva, and my fingers, but not on the pad. Long story short, I'd inadvertently teased her back, almost making her come.

We'd had quite a few sessions since then. In fact, it had been my work that had gotten her shots into fashion magazines. She still modeled for Dangerous Angels, but she was doing more and more work for Armia these days. Dangerous Angels was like Frederick's of Hollywood, whereas Armia was more like Vogue or Calvin Klein.

Rose waved her hand. "With a camera, I mean."

"Yeah, right," I smirked, then squeezed her hands. "You look stunning, Rose."

"So do you," she gave me a blushing smile, and she reached out to touch my hair. "And I adore this new look."

I smiled at her.

Rose gave me a long look then, and said quietly, "I really missed you."

She hugged me then, a full-bodied, solid-line-from-cheek-to-knee hug.

"You could have come by sooner, you know," I told her.

Sarah and Trevor and I had actually extended a dinner invitation to Rose a month ago, but she'd insisted on waiting until I was feeling better. She'd wanted to give me time to heal, both physically and emotionally. I'd tried to convince her that I was fine, but she wouldn't have it. It irked me that she didn't think I was as strong as I really was, but then she didn't know me very well, so I didn't hold a grudge.

Rose kissed my cheek and said in a lilting voice, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder."

"And just how fond of you are you trying to get me?" I asked.

Leaning back, she gave me a catty grin and bounced her eyebrows. "Well, I did try to seduce you on your first day at work."

I laughed and walked her to the kitchen. Rose slipped her arm around my waist along the way.

"Wow," Rose said quietly, leaning over to asked, "Is that Sarah?"

I glanced at the love of my life and nodded, and I totally understood Rose's reaction to her. Sarah was wearing a red cocktail dress. Her dark hair was pinned up in a messy bun, leaving her lovely neck bare. The dress showed only a moderate amount of cleavage, but it clung to her every amazing curve, and one side was slit up high to just above her knee. She looked fantastic in red, and always had. It complimented her tan skin wonderfully, but it was also the perfect color for the little vixen she was.

"She's gorgeous," Rose whispered.

I smiled in agreement. Though Sarah had been up to Dangerous Angels for a few photoshoots, and Rose had done some work at Armia, the two of them had never actually met.

Sarah saw us coming and smiled, but then her gaze flicked down to Rose's arm around my waist. For a split second, her warm expression faltered, a jealous glint to her eyes, but then the warmth was back. She turned away from the counter and came over to join us just outside the kitchen.

"Hey, baby," she gave me a seductive smile, then she stepped right into me and kissed me.

Her tongue plunged into my mouth, so much longer than mine, and her lips were so soft and warm. Her hand snaked up to cup the side of my face, pulling my mouth against hers. I was so caught up in the moment that I slid my arms around her narrow waist and cupped her behind, pulling her against me. I felt something swelling inside me, and I so wanted to take her right then and there, throw her on the kitchen floor and fuck her into oblivion. It took a huge conscious effort on my part to keep my hidden asset from coming out.

When I felt her tongue retreating from my mouth, I closed my lips around it, tried to keep her from breaking away, but then I heard Rose mutter something quietly.

Yanked back to reality, I drew back and licked my lips, saw Sarah grinning at me. She had truly owned me with that kiss, and I knew that had been the point. She'd seen Rose's arm around my waist and claimed my mouth, telling Rose in no uncertain terms that I belonged to her. It was the first time she'd ever done anything like it, been so possessive. And I loved it.

She glanced at Rose and flashed a cocky smile, extending her hand. "You must be Rose."

Rose just blinked for a moment, a hand on her chest, apparently moved by the kiss. She blinked again and nodded, shaking Sarah's hand. "Yeah. Uh, yeah, I'm Rose," she stammered, swallowing. "I work with Amy."

"So she's told me," Sarah smiled, putting her hands on her hips.

"She's very professional," Rose blurted, reaching out to lightly touch Sarah's arm, as though to assuage her of any concerns about Rose's intentions towards me.

Sarah looked Rose up and down. "From what I've heard of her first day, she's very professional."

Rose blushed furiously. She gave a nervous chuckle and put her hand back on her chest, shifting from one foot to the other. "Oh, that," she waved a hand. "Just playing around."

"I don't blame you," Sarah shrugged, then gave Rose a warm smile. "She's totally hot." She turned her smile on me for a moment, then looked back to Rose. "And you wouldn't believe the things she can do with her mouth."

Oh my gawd. This was so getting out of hand.

"She's such a tease," I gave a nervous laugh and took Sarah's hand. I pulled her arm around my waist. I may have also squeezed the shit out of her hand, for her to be nice. Sarah pinched my ass in reply. When I looked at Rose, I expected her to be uncomfortable, embarrassed, maybe even put out, but she was sharing a smile with Sarah.

"Pretty sure you're worse," Rose told me, then she promptly took Sarah's hand and pulled her away from me.

They walked off hand-in-hand, Rose telling her about how I'd almost made her climax my first day at work, while Sarah gave her a tour of the apartment. Seemed they were hitting it off rather well, and at my expense, no less. I was a bit caught up staring at both of their butts as they walked away, Rose's full but still tight, and then Sarah's unbelievably tight, perfect in every way. Her ass was simply made to be grabbed, squeezed, nibbled, and much, much more. A sudden image of my length sliding into her perfect little ass sprang to mind.

Whoa!

Where the hell did that come from? I wanted to fuck Sarah in the ass?

The image came to mind again, her upper body lying on the bed, her ass high up in the air, my hands on her hips, my thick oiled length plowing her back door.

Oh my gawd.

I wanted to fuck Sarah in the ass!

There I was, standing by our kitchen, an apartment full of my closest friends, some of whom I hadn't seen much of in weeks, and I wanted to bang Sarah's behind. I'd never found anal to be a turn-on, not that I'd ever had anyone or anything in my own butt, of course, but I'd never gotten off on it when watching porn either. Then again, I hadn't had a cock until recently, so I guess I shouldn't have been surprised about yet another unexpected development in my life.

A soft and very satisfied sounding sigh from beside me startled me out of my thoughts.

"Hey," Violet said, glancing around the apartment at our friends mingling.

"Hey," I looked her over. She had that glow, of having recently gotten laid. Being the cause of that glow every now and then was something I remembered fondly.

The corner of her mouth turned up a little, and still watching our guests, she asked, "Got a snake in your pants?"

"What?" I blinked, then looked down.

I hadn't felt like dealing with a dress, so I was wearing what I like to call skants. Standing still, it looked like a dress, black velvet beneath a gauzy layer of more black, but in fact, they were pants. I was wearing a white sleeveless blouse too, but the pants were the one thing I'd added to my wardrobe since the incident with Todd and his friends.

There was only one problem. There was a bulge down my left pant leg. It was only then that I felt the warm thick length of me resting against my thigh, swollen with arousal.

"Oh shit," I muttered, glancing around, making sure nobody else had noticed, while willing my penis back inside my body.

"You were thinking naughty thoughts, weren't you?" Violet teased me.

I didn't answer her, because I had a real problem now. My cock wouldn't go back in. My pulse had picked up and I was getting harder, making the bulge in my pants that much more noticeable.

Violet leaned close to whisper, "Amy, you better do something." She glanced around and I gave her a helpless look. "Someone's going to notice that beast."

"I'm trying," I hissed.

"What's the problem?"

My cock throbbed in the leg of my pants, and I felt a bit of slick precum on my thigh.

"I don't..." I shook my head, turned to face her to try to hide what was happening from everyone else, and whisper shouted, "It isn't listening!"

It was ridiculous, and terrifying. There were so many people around that didn't know my secret yet, and it was about to be discovered by everyone. I hadn't had this problem since early on. With Holly's help, I'd gotten to the point that I had a lot more control over my gift, but now, something was wrong.

My cock was stiff as a steel pipe now, and trapped down the leg of my pants like it was, it was really uncomfortable.

I glanced around the apartment, felt panic settling in. Violet's amused grin was frustrating as hell.

"Help me!" I hissed at her, glaring.

"Okay, okay," she held up her hands in a push-away gesture. She slid her arm around my waist and turned me towards her a bit, then led me towards the bathroom, shielding me from the rest of our guests with her body.

My cock was so hard that it was difficult to walk, both because my pant leg was restrictive, it was stretched so tight, and because it hurt like hell with my dong bent downward like it was. I shut my eyes, focused every ounce of my will, but my thick length only throbbed powerfully, ready to burst.

"Almost there," she told me quietly.

I was in a daze by the time we made it to the bathroom. The moment Violet shut the door, I shoved my pants and underwear down my legs and kicked them off, freeing my aching cock. I put my hands on the lip of the sink and leaned over, taking deep breaths.

Violet gently rubbed her hand up and down my back. "You okay, sweetie?"

I nodded, steadying my breathing. My dick was throbbing so hard it felt like it was ready to burst. Violet shifted beside me, and I felt her soft breasts against my back and side through our clothes.

"Wow," she said softly, and I glanced at her. She was leaning against me, looking under me. "You're really hard, Amy."

She straightened up and looked at me. I pushed up from the sink a little and really looked at her.

Violet had changed into her evening clothes after cleaning up from her romp with Holly, and she looked amazingly sexy, and not in a trashy way. She was wearing a dark green silk top that left her sides and back completely bare. In fact, it was nothing more than a flap of silk hanging from straps around her neck, falling over her chest like a long upside down triangle. A dark green dress matched the top, falling almost to her feet, and hanging so low on her waist that I could see the slight dip where her hips met her thighs. Her hair was loose, falling in thick waves about her shoulders.

Gawd, she was hot.

My cock throbbed with need.

"Doesn't look like that thing is going away any time soon," Violet said, staring at my erection with her eyebrows raised.

She was right. There was no way my erection would fade as long as she was in the bathroom with me, not with her looking the way she did tonight.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep calming breath, then said, "I need a few minutes alone."

"You sure?" she asked, rubbing her hand down my back to the top of my ass. I glanced at her and saw her grinning. "I could give you a hand, you know."

I snorted, "I'd rather not have Holly's sloppy seconds, to be honest."

"Sloppy seconds?" she raised her eyebrows, obviously taking offense, then she gave a thoughtful expression. "So, is there a time limit before I'm not her seconds anymore? Like, an hour or something?"

I blinked at her. How long had it been since she'd fucked Holly? An hour? More? I loved fucking Violet, but the thought of having sex with her after she'd been with Holly so recently wasn't appealing. I don't know why, but it just didn't do anything for me.

"Oh!" Violet bounced on her heels excitedly. "Or is a shower like an instant reset? 'Cause I could totally go freshen up for you."

"Violet!" I yelled pleadingly, mostly because she was right.

"What?" she asked innocently, laughing.

If she went off and took a shower or bath and came back, I'd fuck her senseless. But we had guests, and as much as I adored the idea of having sex with her, it would be incredibly rude.

I shook my head at her. "Would you please just give me a few minutes alone?"

"Fine," she huffed, smacking my ass lightly. "Be that way."

I grinned as she turned away and reached for the door. She walked out and closed the door most of the way, then stopped to poke her head back in. "If you're not out of here in ten minutes, I'm sending Sarah in," she told me.

"Fine," I huffed.

Violet winked, then left me alone, closing the door behind her.

Leaning over the sink again, I took deep, steadying breaths. Five minutes I stood there, at least, but my erection hadn't faded. Not in the slightest. My cock was pulsing with every beat of my heart, and every second or so, a pearl of arousal would well up at the tip, only to be pushed out by the drop right behind it. I was literally dripping precum on the floor.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked my dick. "Just go away."

'Cause, you know, talking to my penis seemed perfectly logical at the time.

After another five minutes, it had only gotten worse. My cock ached, and there was a mirroring ache low in my belly, one that was not entirely pleasant. It felt like I was ready to burst, like the slightest touch would set me off.

Hmm. Now there was an idea.

I turned and raised the lid of the toilet, and just as I was about to wrap my hands around my throbbing pole, the bathroom door opened. I squealed, and if I'd been wearing shoes, I would have jumped out of them with fright.

"Easy," Sarah laughed, slipped through the door and closing it behind her. "It's just me."

"Jeezus, woman," I sighed, turning back around and leaning over with my hands on the toilet tank, catching my breath. "You scared the hell out of me."

Sarah chuckled and came up behind me to rub my back. "Violet told me you were stuck in here."

I nodded. "Something's wrong."

Sarah moved to stand beside me, kind of hugging my side, much like Violet had been earlier. "What do you mean?"

"It won't go away," I gestured under me with my hand.

"Oh, you mean this?" she asked, then wrapped her perfectly soft and warm hand around my cock, just beneath the head.

The wonderful feel of her hand wrapped around my aching pole was so unexpected, but so very welcome.

"Yeah," I sighed, straightening up to lean back against her. "Yeah, that."

Sarah chuckled and kissed the back of my neck. I started to turn around, wanting to feel her lips on mine, but she grabbed my shoulder with her free hand and turned me away from her again.

"Uh-uh," she told me.

"Why not?" I asked, smoothing my hands down her hips to her thighs. "I can be quick."

Sarah laughed, "No, you can't."

I wanted to argue, but she wrapped both hands around my turgid shaft and slowly twisted them up my length. Her gripped loosened and her hands slid down me, then tightened and twisted back up me. My head fell forward and I watched my cock throb in her hands, shiny precum drooling out of end of me, dribbling over her fingers. Her hands looked so small around my wrist-thick dong.

"If I let you fuck me," She whispered huskily, smearing my arousal over her palms to slicken me up. "You'll cum again," she kissed my neck. "And gain," she licked my ear, making me shiver. "And again, until you fill me with your seed."




Strange Days Ch. 58-60



Welcome to the latest segment of Strange Days. I only had enough time to proof this once, so forgive me for any errors that I have undoubtedly missed. I'm hoping the next segment will be ready to submit in a week.

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Sarah and I woke up the next morning to the ecstatic wailing of Violet getting thoroughly plowed by Holly. We snickered to ourselves and almost got up to sneak a peek, but instead, we took the time to just lay there in bed and cuddle, kissing and petting. At one point though, our sweet moment of intimacy was interrupted by Violet's guttural cry of...

"Fuck that fat horse cock into me you tiny slut!"

...and we burst out laughing.

We got dressed - I'd gone all night with my penis hanging free, so it kind of sucked to make it go away - then made coffee and breakfast. Trevor came walking in after the sounds of Holly and Violet screwing each other into oblivion died down.

"Good morning," I kissed him, handing over a cup of coffee.

He smiled and took his coffee.

"Want some breakfast?" Sarah asked, cooking up scrambled eggs at the stove.

He shook his head. "Actually, I need a shower first. Tabby monopolized her bathroom this morning."

As he walked away, Sarah asked him, "Everything go okay with her?"

He stopped and looked at her over his shoulder. "What do you mean?"

Sarah looked at me with a smirk, I looked at Trevor, then he looked at me too. The corner of his mouth turned up.

"Oh, that," he chuckled and went to take a shower.

"Hey!" Sarah called after him, not one to tolerate being teased. "So what happened anyway?"

Trevor just waved over his shoulder, laughing now. While we finished making breakfast, Holly came out to join us and help.

"Dinner was wonderful last night," she kissed my cheek and went to make toast. "Violet really needed that."

"How's that?" Sarah asked.

"I dunno," Holly shrugged, buttering toast and stacking it up on a plate. "She's just been...weird lately. Not her usual bubbly self, I guess."

"Depressed?" I asked, wondering if this had anything to do with me. She'd recently confessed to being in love with me.

"No, just...off, I guess," Holly said. "Moody, maybe."

"Well, maybe it's just..." Sarah began, but then I saw Violet strut out of the guestroom, naked as the day she was born, winking at me and heading for the shower, which I happened to know was already occupied.

"Shhh!" I shushed Holly and Sarah, gesturing for them to watch. "This is gonna be good."

One, two, three...

"Gah!" Trevor yelped. "Jeezus, Violet! Do you mind?"

"Oh, don't be such a prude," she said, sounding like her usual bubbly self. "Besides, it's not like you're short-stacked or anything."

I tried not to laugh, but had to cover my mouth.

"Excuse me?" I heard him balk.

"Oh, for crying out loud," Violet sighed loudly, then said, "I mean you have a nice dick, pretty boy."

All three of us burst out laughing.

"Yep," Holly nodded, smiling ear to ear. "That's more like her."

As we were setting the table, Trevor left the shower in a hurry, a towel wrapped around his waist. Violet was right on his heels, toweling her hair dry, but otherwise still quite naked, her big breasts shimmering with droplets of water, and her full ass swaying side to side.

"Since when have you been so shy?" she teased him, catching up to him. "Come on. Lemme see!"

And with that, Violet caught the edge of his towel and yanked it away. Trevor spun around, covering himself with his hands, yelling her name, then dashed away. Violet just chased him, giggling all the while and snapping the towel at his tight butt.

"Oh my gawd, I love her," Sarah laughed.

Trevor came back moments later in shorts and a tee shirt, and looking very chagrined. Violet joined us and we took a seat, digging in. All of us were grinning, smirking or smiling at Trevor, trying not to laugh or giggle whenever he would blush, which was often, but Holly finally broke the silence.

"Well, this isn't fair," she huffed, dropping her fork onto her plate and pouting.

"What isn't?" Violet asked her.

Holly flicked her hand at Trevor. "I'm the only one here that hasn't seen his cock."

"Oh, come on! Seriously?" Trevor frowned fiercely.

That set us off laughing.

Trevor mumbled something under his breath and went back to eating his breakfast.

"I bet he's a good lay," Violet suddenly blurted out.

"Oh my gawd! Really?" Trevor sighed, throwing his arms up and leaning back in his chair.

At first, we were too stunned to see the humor in it, but Trevor's exasperation made it clear, and we started chuckling.

"What do you think, baby?" Violet asked Holly.

"Beats me," she shrugged her shoulders. "I don't do guys."

"Well, what about it Trevor?" Violet put her elbow on the table and set her chin in in her palm. "Are you a good lay?"

Trevor dropped his fork and stood up from the table, picking up his plate. I knew he wasn't actually angry. Embarrassed, yes, but still playing along. "Keep it up and you'll find out."

Violet widened her eyes and raised an eyebrow, and in a perfect imitation of Barney from How I Met Your Mother, said, "Challenge accepted!"

We laughed again.

Violet spent the rest of the day teasing Trevor, but the rest of the week was bittersweet. Trevor was due to go back to school, having reached the end of his academic leave. It was his last morning with us in the apartment. We'd spent the night in the guestroom together, so that we could have each other to ourselves. I woke up early, but Trevor was still sound asleep, so I just lay there and watched him, trying not to wake him.

I hated that he had to go, I really did. But, I'm not entirely selfless. Part of me was, well, glad. I mean, with Trevor out of the apartment, I could be myself with Sarah, wouldn't have to hide my gift. Our relationship could really blossom with the freedom. Of course, if I'd just bite the bullet and tell him my secret, one way or another, Sarah and I could move forward, with or without Trevor. But I was so afraid of losing him.

That part, I simply didn't understand. I'd all but told Sarah that I wanted to marry her, and I really did want that. I wanted forever with her. I'd never considered marrying Trevor. He had obviously considered marrying me though, after the incident with Todd Redding. He'd stroked his thumb over my ring finger, and I just knew that's what he'd been thinking. But he didn't say anything.

So, if I could see myself being married to Sarah, but not to Trevor, why was I afraid of losing him? I mean, considering my feelings on the matter, it seemed to be a forgone conclusion that Trevor wouldn't be part of 'forever'. Couldn't be, really. I just couldn't see him in the picture like that. I loved him though, deeply. Maybe I was just afraid of hurting him. Not with my secret, at least not entirely. Me having a dick, well, he could get over that, move on, with or without me. But me being unable to give him all of me, because I'd already given it to Sarah? No, that wasn't something he could get over. I was certain of it, that if Trevor knew how very devoted I was to Sarah, how very important she was to me, that he would choose to move on.

I couldn't help but wonder if he was he already considering moving on. There was that look the other night, when I'd been reclining against Sarah on the couch, so happy in her arms, completely content, the world, my life, feeling perfect. He'd looked at us and seemed so sad, if only for a moment.

All of this made me realize that while I did truly love Trevor, I was head-over-heels in love with Sarah. It wasn't fair to drag him along, and the realization struck me so hard, made me so sad to let him go, that I did what I'd been doing for almost a year. I acted the chicken-shit. I said nothing. I did nothing. I chose to keep him for as long as I could.

No. What I did was worse.

I consciously chose to string him along.

Okay, so I'm not a great person. I have my weaknesses. I knew it was wrong, that I should tell him now, let him make his decision now, but Trevor was one of my weaknesses.

Stroking the side of his face with my fingertips, I held back tears of sadness and guilt, and I kissed his mouth. He stirred awake and kissed me back. What began as gentle, loving, grew heated and passionate, and soon he'd rolled us over so that I lay beneath him. His hard length speared into me, spread me open, and I cried out at the feel of him.

Trevor covered me with his tightly muscled body. The feel of him was incredible, and not just because he felt so big inside me, thanks to a case of raging morning wood - gawd, how do you guys survive that on your own? My senses were heightened by such raw emotions, both good and bad. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lower back, held him tight while he moved in and out of me, slow but firm, his heavy testicles slapping against my ass with every deep thrust, the swollen end of him rubbing that sweet spot inside me. He took my breath away, so intensely did he make love to me, pushing hard and deep, so long and warm, throbbing inside me, grunting against my neck. Digging my heels into his ass, I urged him on, moved my pelvis to match the movement of his hips, a full partner in this dance of flesh.

He brought me screaming around a mouthful of his shoulder, my teeth surely cutting into his skin, but he didn't complain. I felt him swell inside me, throb, grow just a little harder, just a little longer, just a little bigger.

"Amy!" he gasped, growled.

He shoved his hands under my ass, and with a heave, he sat up, bringing me with him. He pulled me down into his lap, onto his achingly hard cock, crushed his mouth to mine, and his hot release filled me. I shivered and shook as he pulsed inside me, over and over, his length twitching, jerking, so warm and alive inside me. I held him, and he held me, his arms around me, tight, as though afraid to let go. When he spent the last of himself inside me, he loosed his hold, but somehow held me closer to him, his face in my chest. I nuzzled my nose into his hair, stroked his sweat-slickened back with my hand, dove into the scent of him, the feel of him.

"Really gonna miss you," he said breathlessly, and he sounded so sad, already alone.

I shivered, couldn't help it, but I hoped he thought it was because of the feel of him inside me, and not because I was sad too. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just kissed his face, his mouth, held him while he softened and slipped out of me, and still I held him after that.

After freshening up, I'd hoped he'd have breakfast with us, but Trevor wanted to get on the road, so Sarah and I walked him to the elevator. He wore a mask, expression unreadable, but he did smile when Sarah gave him a hug. Trevor held her tight, said something softly in her ear, too quiet for me to make out. She nodded against his shoulder, kissed his cheek, and left us alone together.

I took her place and hugged him. I loved him, wanted to tell him, as I had so many times before, but now it felt mean, cruel. I felt his mouth form a smile against my neck.

"See you at Christmas?" he asked.

I nodded. "See you at Christmas."

He took my hand in his and kissed me. "Love you."

"You too," I kissed him back, and he was gone.

Sarah went to work shortly after that, then I was alone for the rest of the day. With my return date set, I had one more day before going back to work, and two more days before my shoot with Lucas. With nothing else to do, I went through my physical therapy routines, worked on my portfolio a bit - mostly just candid shots I'd taken of Trevor and the girls over the last month or so - then found a bottle of wine and settled in on the couch.

That was one of my favorite ways to pass a lazy day now, curled up on the couch with a glass of wine, and maybe some cheese and crackers to munch on. The only drawback to days like this was that I had a lot of time to think. So that's what I did.  

I thought about how things were changing between me, Sarah and Trevor. Despite my belief that I could have both of them, I had made my choice between the two of them, and picked Sarah. Mom had all but told me I would choose eventually. She hadn't pushed, hadn't told me outright that what I wanted was a fantasy, unrealistic. I couldn't help but wonder if she'd been speaking from experience, because now that I thought about it, her reaction to my confession that I wanted them both wasn't so much just acceptance of her daughter's wishes, but patience, maybe waiting until I made my choice, to support me in whatever choice that was.

I thought about my secret, my decision to stop trying so hard to keep it hidden from everyone. In fact, I was pretty excited about Christmas, having decided there on the couch with the encouragement of my glass of wine, to tell my mom about Freyja's gift. I needed to tell someone about it, specifically someone I wasn't having sex with, or ever going to have sex with.

I thought about Violet, my friend, so dear to me, and in love with me. What had I dragged her through all these months? She'd had to watch me fall deeper and deeper in love with Sarah, watch me love Trevor. She'd had to watch me have relationships with both of them that she wanted with me, but could never have. She'd had to watch me get hurt, watch me heal. And she'd never said a word.

Violet couldn't have me the way she wanted, and neither could Trevor. In a way, I'd hurt them both. Not directly, not intentionally, but it still sucked to realize it. Yeah, having a lot of time to think wasn't always a good thing.

I watched a couple of mindless shows on television before the wine told me I could use a nap, so I stripped and crawled into bed. My dreams were intensely erotic, and definitely skewed in one particular direction. I was surrounded by Sarah, Violet, Paula, and Tabitha, all of them naked, all of them craving me, and me craving them. We touched, tasted, rolled around in a great pile of soft flesh and tangled limbs. Just as the dream was getting really good, when Violet was laying on top of Sarah and somehow I was fucking both of them, I woke up.

I was lying on my stomach and humping the mattress, pleasantly surprised to feel my modest breasts squeezed around the tip of my cock, and they were slippery. Pushing up onto my elbows, I saw the head of my penis staring me in the face, dribbling clear arousal onto the bed with every beat of my heart.

"Oh, well hello there," I greeted my erection with a grin and rolled over onto my back. My hands immediately wrapped around the freakishly long shaft, one high, just beneath the crown, and one low at the base where the back of my thumb could graze my clit and my fingers could reach my wet slit. Lifting my head, I placed a light kiss right on the top of my dick, shivering with the pleasure of it. "Guess you could use some attention, huh?"

Realizing I was talking to my penis, I laughed, but soon got down to business. I hadn't done this in a long time. Raising my knees and planting my feet on the bed, and lifted my hips and hunched my upper body up, opening my mouth to let the tip of my dribbling cock slide into my mouth. Feeling the sensitive head of my dick slide over my warm wet tongue made me groan with delight, and soon I was slurping on my knob, stroking my shaft, toying with my clit and folds. Rotating my head, I fucked my mouth onto my cock, trying to take more of it.

Grabbing the back of my thighs, I pulled my legs back until my knees were close to my shoulders. My dick slipped further into my mouth, the pre dripping head sliding over my tongue, touching the opening of my throat. Pulling and easing up on my thighs, I started really fucking my cock into my mouth, felt the steady rise of lust building inside me, that knot forming deep in my belly. Soon I was shaking with the need to come, sucking and slurping loudly on myself. My cock throbbed. Arousal poured out of me and into my mouth, enough to match a single shot of cum from a normal guy, and I swallowed it down. Pulling harder on my thighs, I managed to get the very end of me into my throat, and the feel of it was divine.

My belly clenched, the knot released, and hot cum blasted down my throat. I held myself there, shooting thick sticky cream into my stomach, every gulping swallow milking my spurting member, shoot more warm goo for me to gobble up, which made me squirt more cum, which made me swallow, which made me...oh, you get the picture.

When it was over, I fell back panting, my half-hard penis dribbling warm cum onto my chest where it pooled into the hollow of my throat. I lay there for a while, arms wrapped around myself, hugging my gift to my body, and I laughed at the absurdity of it, me, once a normal everyday girl, a...what did Trevor call it? Oh, right. A dickgirl. A futanari.

Showered and dressed again, I almost forgot that I didn't have to hide myself, now that Trevor had gone back to school, so I let myself hang free. I spent the rest of the day extremely productive, which means I surfed the web for "dickgirls". I gravitated towards futanari, away from shemales, and found myself perusing various doujin that featured cute young women with massively fearsome cocks.

Not surprisingly, I got pretty aroused reading some of the stuff, though the censorship here and there was annoying. Actually, there were times the censorship seemed absurd, like this one hentai called Dulce Report. It had this girl with a cock that had to be two or three feet long. I mean, standing up, her cock reached her mouth, easily. Anyway, one of the panes showed her poised just outside of another girl's slit, and thin black strips were hiding the outline of the tip of the futanari's penis. But the huge shaft of her, the crown, and even the cum-filled gaping hole of the other girl were there to be seen. Seemed rather pointless. Imagine my delight when I found a site that had an uncensored version of the entire series.

I was awfully hard up after that, but seeing that it was late afternoon, I decided not to take care of myself. After all, Sarah would be home soon. When she walked through the elevator and set her bag down, I pounced.

"Mmm!" she squealed into my mouth around my tongue.

I had her pinned against the elevator door, my hands over hers above her head. I was wearing a cutoff tee shirt and loose flannel pants, but I was so hard for her that my dick was sticking out above the waistband. Grinding my hips against her, my cockhead slid up under her shirt, rubbing over her soft stomach.

"Amy," she gasped when I started kissing her neck, releasing one of her hands so that I could cup her warm mound through her shorts. "Wait."

"Can't," I shook my head, rubbed a finger through her cleft, where the fabric of her shorts was already getting damp.

Sarah grabbed my hands. "Amy, just..."

I pinned her hands against the elevator door again, then leaned over to capture one of her hard nipples through her shirt with my mouth.




Strange Days Ch. 58-60



"My gawd," she moaned, squeezing my hands and thrusting her hips towards me.

When I let go of her hands, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled my mouth into her wonderful breast. I slid my hands down her back, found her shorts, and dropped to my knees. I regretted having to let go of her tit, but being able to pull her shorts and underwear down more than made up for it.

"What's gotten into you?" she asked breathlessly, stepping out of her shorts and panties.

Before she could lower her foot to the floor, I held her leg up and leaned in, closing my mouth over her lovely smooth pussy, pushing my tongue up to lick the flat of it through her folds. My gawd, she tasted amazing.

"Jeezus, sweetie," Sarah hissed, digging her fingers into my short hair.

Pushing her leg over my shoulder, I cupped her ass in my hands and pulled her against my mouth, sucking and licking at her smooth folds, pushing my tongue inside her, licking up her slit to flick my tongue against her stiffening clit, closing my lips over it to gently suck. Her hips started to buck wildly, and though my hair was still short, there was enough of it for her to pull, and pull she did.

"Amy...gawd, Amy...yes!" she gave a guttural scream, head thumping loudly against the elevator door when she threw it back.

My mouth filled with her nectar as she came, hips thrusting her coming cunt against my mouth, hands pulling me tight between her legs. My fingers dug into her ass and I shoved as much of my tongue inside her as I could, tasting her fluttering walls. I eased up as she came down, her gasps turning to ragged pants, trying to catch her breath.

"That was...wow," she breathed, loosening her hold on my hair and massaging my stinging scalp with her fingertips. With a final soft kiss to her beautiful little pussy, I stood up, letting her leg fall into the crook of my elbow. She blinked and asked, "Did I hurt you?"

"No," I shook my head, took my aching cock in hand, rubbed the end of me into her folds and began to push.

"Wait," she put her hand on my chest and drew her hips back. "Wait, baby. I really need a shower."

I kissed her chin and neck. "You smell wonderful." I rubbed the tip of my dick into her pussy again, felt her opening up. "You taste wonderful."

"Gawd, baby," she cooed, and her hips moved forward to capture me, but just as I began to slip inside her, she shook her head hard and drew back again. "No, let me shower."

With a groan of frustration, I leaned back to look at her.

Sarah grinned, eyes shimmering with lust, and said, "Trust me. You won't regret it."

I narrowed my gaze teasingly. "This better be good."

"Oh, it will be," she smirked and gave me a quick kiss. I let her leg down and she kissed me again. "It will be very, very good."

"Fine," I huffed, making her laugh.

Sarah left me standing there with a truly epic boner. She left a trail of clothes to the bedroom. I flopped down onto my back on the bed while she rummaged around. When she came back, she stood over me, gloriously naked, her pretty little cunt still wet with her arousal and my saliva, full breasts swollen with need, splendidly beautiful. Leaning over me with her hands on the bed, Sarah kissed my nose, mouth, chin, neck. Her lips trailed down between my breasts, over my stomach, but before she could reach my navel, the head of my cock was suddenly surrounded by the exquisiteness of her mouth.

My hips rose, driving my cock through her lips, but she wrapped a hand around my shaft and took control, sucking and slurping the end of me. With a wet smack of her lips, she let me go and stood up. "Just..." she paused, then grinned. "...hang out for a bit."

"Oh very funny," I slapped her tight rear end as she dashed away, grabbing a small bag from the dresser.

Her laughter carried into the shower. I lay there waiting for her, occasionally stroking my throbbing tool with both hands, keeping myself hard and ready for her, wondering what was in store for me, what she was up to, and what had been in the bag. She was gone for a while, apparently needing a really long shower. When she came back, her hair was still dry, pinned up above her head, and her skin was still a little damp, enough to glisten.

"Come here," she held out her hand, dropping her towel on the floor, revealing her perfect body.

I got out of bed to stand at the foot of it. Sarah took me into her arms and kissed me, tongue plunging into my mouth. My drooling cock was sandwiched between our bodies, and I couldn't help but pump my hips a little, rubbing my dick against her smooth skin. Still kissing me, Sarah turned us so that her back was facing the bed. I felt her reach aside for something, heard the pop of a cap open, her hands working something slippery into them, then she took half a step back and wrapped her hands around my dick. My tool jumped in her hands as she stroked me from root to tip with thick lube.

"Your gift," she said, nibbling my lips, kissing me. "For being a perfect woman, for being the love of my life, for being my best friend, is me."

"Mmm," I cooed, kissing her back, loving the feel of her slippery hands on my aching dick. "I like the sound of that."

Sarah leaned back, slowly turned around with her knee on the bed, and gave me an incredibly sultry look. "All of me."

At first, I just blinked at her, not following, but then she turned away from me and crawled up on hands and knees onto the bed. Lowering her upper body to the mattress, Sarah crossed her arms and laid her cheek against them. She shook her behind at me, raised high. Her glistening slit called to me, and just above it winked the tight hole of her rear end, looking surprisingly slippery too.

Then it hit me. The shower. The lube on my penis. Her slippery sphincter.

Oh. My. Gawd.

I may have said that out loud, because Sarah giggled and lowered her hips onto the bed, legs spread slightly apart. Reaching back, she pulled one of her cheeks away so that I could see what she was offering me, and now I knew why she'd taken such a long shower.

"Well, come on, tiger," she grinned at me over her shoulder. "Get up here and claim your prize."

With a jerky nod, I leapt up onto the bed, making her bounce beneath me with a giggle. I didn't just go right for her though. I landed over her legs and leaned down to kiss and bite her perfect ass, sliding my hand over her hip, holding myself up with the other.

"Oh, that's nice," she cooed as I nibbled and kissed my way up her back.

Crawling over her, my penis throbbed powerfully, hanging down between my legs and dragging along the bed. As I kissed and licked up her spine, my cockhead got caught between her slightly spread legs. I felt the wet heat of her folds and dipped my hips, slowly pushing just the tip inside her.

"Gawd, yes," she hissed, my thick cockhead spreading her open, her insides so soft, so warm. "But wrong one, baby."

My eyes flew open. Oh, right!

Sarah laughed as I withdrew from her and quickly repositioned. Holding myself up with my arms, Sarah reached back to grab my cock and line me up. The tight pucker of her ass nipped at the very tip of me and she held me there.

"Go slow, okay?" she said, her voice small, nervous.

"I promise," I told her, letting the weight of my hips push me down a little. My cock pushed at her tight hole and I felt her opening for me. It was much easier than I expected, but still, I knew it was going to be a tight fight, so tight, so incredibly fucking tight. It took everything I had not to shove my cock into her body in a single thrust. "Tell to me to stop if it's too much."

"I will," she nodded, then took a deep breath and let it out, then repositioned her arms. "Now fuck my ass, Amy."

Sarah pushed with her arms, her hips rose, the tight ring of muscle nipped at me again, then suddenly opened. I hadn't expected it, wasn't ready for it, and the first few inches of my thick pole stabbed into her bowels. Sarah wailed, both in a good and bad way.

"Holy shit," Sarah moaned, and I had to fight not to laugh at the unintended pun. "Give me a second."

I nodded, though she couldn't see me with her face buried in the sheets. So I just went still, propped up on my arms above her back, and I had a perfect view on my long thick pole buried between the perfect cheeks of her rear end. And what a view it was. She was so beautiful, her skin still flush from the hot shower she'd taken, still damp, so smooth and soft. The muted light of the apartment cast wonderful shadows across her curves, highlighting her every splendid feature, like the tiny dimples just above her butt, the small upside down triangle of soft skin just above that, the flaring of her womanly hips, the narrowness of her waist, the slight valley of her spine, muscles of her upper back and shoulders bunched with strain. Gawd, she was gorgeous.

I couldn't believe it. I was in, inside Sarah's ass, and the feeling was just amazing. She lay there beneath me, but not still, not quite. The inside of her bottom was tight, but not like a vagina, not like a throat, more snug than anything. Not as wet either, but so very hot, so very muscled, and did I say snug? Snug. So fucking snug, a warm sleeve massaging every buried inch of me, unreal, unlike anything I'd ever experienced. I felt her insides trying to push me out, and every breath she took seemed to cause her bottom to squeeze me.

"Okay," Sarah breathed, rolling her head to the side and laying her cheek on the bed. "A little more."

Nodding again, I waited until I felt her bear down, open up, then I pushed. My lubed pole of thick meat spread her open, slipping in smoothly, but not very easily. Sarah groaned and her ass pushed against me, trying to force me out, so I stopped again. I would push, then Sarah, then me, then her, inch by inch.

"Oh my gawd, baby," Sarah moaned, turning her head to the other side, hands clawing at the sheets, pillows, anything she could get a hold of. "I can't believe how big you feel."

Experimentally, I drew out about half of my buried length, then thrust back into her ass, and oh holy hell, did it feel good. I had no other experience to compare this to, no remembered sensation with which I could liken it. The squeezing, the pushing, and the occasional wondrous pull of her insides sucking me in, it was just wildly erotic. Before I knew it, my groin settled against her warm soft ass and every last inch of me was shoved inside of her.

"Jeezus, sweetie," Sarah moaned. "You're so fucking deep."

I think I might have muttered a reply, but I couldn't tell you what it was.

"How does it feel?" she asked me, sounding like she was in another world, almost like talking in her sleep.

"Really good," I told her, desperate to move inside her.

I saw her smile. "Yeah? How's this?"

Sarah shifted beneath me, only slightly, but her ass squeezed down so deliciously on my throbbing dick that I groaned at the feel of it. It was like she was pulling me in, milking me, sucking me, and all at once. So strange, so very different, more open at the end of me, unbearably tight at her entrance.

"You like that, huh?" she giggled.

"Oh yeah," I chuckled.

She did it again, and again. Lifting my hips, I watched every lubed glistening inch of me slip out of her. The way her tight ring of muscle clamped down on the ridge of my crown felt incredible, so I held myself there, then pushed in an inch or so, pulled out, in and out. In a way, it was similar to how it felt when Sarah would stroke me with her hand, when she would make an O with her finger and thumb right at the end of me.

I just probed at the opening of her ass for a while, enjoying the sensations. Sarah shifted again, pushing an arm beneath her, reaching between her legs to play with her clit. She shivered and her ass clamped down on my cockhead.

"Gawd, Amy," she hissed, then she laughed and blushed crimson. "This is so fucking nasty."

I laughed too, though it didn't diminish how good she felt. I wondered what it would feel like to cum inside her ass, and my length throbbed at the thought. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to feel more, do more.

"Here we go, Sarah," I told her.

She nodded, and though I didn't move too quickly, I plunged my hard length between her cheeks.

"Gawd!" she gave a guttural scream, clawing at the sheets.

I stopped, buried in her butt, afraid I'd hurt her. "You okay?"

"Yes!" she barked, squirming her hips. "Just fuck me!"

Something about the desperation in her voice, the need for release, it set me off. I drew out and fucked my dick back into her ass, pelvis slapping against her butt. Soon I had a rhythm, pulling almost completely out and plunging back in, and it was a lot of work, like it took every mucscle in my body to make it happen, but so very worth it. Her bowels undulated around me, up and down my length like a rippling wave of pressure. My groin started slapping against her rear end, loud and louder.

"Ohmygawd...ohmygawdgonnacome," she whimpered.

Her body shook, shivered, hand working crazily at her clit, middle finger stuffed into her cunt. Her insides pulled at me when I drew out, pushed at me when I thrust in, fighting me, to both keep me out and keep me in. When she came with a hoarse scream, I felt her open up and clench down hard, over and over while I sawed my length back and forth, plumbing her bowels so fucking deep.

When I was at my hardest, and consequently longest, I always had to take care not to bang against her cervix, but in her ass, there was none of that. Soon I was pounding into her butt, fucking her hard and furious. Sweat was dripping from my nose to her back, rolling down her spine. My stomach clenched, the core of my shaft burned blissfully. So close. So very close.

I gave one last hard thrust, buried my cock in Sarah's butt, felt myself swelling inside her and ground my dick in her ass. Thick ropes of cream blew out of me, deep into her bowels, so different from cumming in her perfect pussy. My chest heaved with every ragged breath. It took a while before I felt my dong swimming in cream, but eventually, Sarah could hold no more. Gooey spunk squirted out of her ass onto my groin as I shot the last of my load into her, once, twice, three times, and finally, it was over.

With a loud grunt, I collapsed on top of her, my breasts squashed against her back. I was still buried in her butt, and she was still milking my length, her ass working out the last drops of cream from me.

Sarah turned her head to the side, saying breathlessly, "You came so hard, baby."

"Yeah," I whimpered against her shoulder.

She laughed and wiggled her bottom. "I think you filled me up to my stomach with cum."

I laughed too, particularly since I'd read a hentai today that featured that very thing, and more. "Yeah. Maybe."

Eventually, I softened enough that her ass started pushing me out, so I drew the rest of the way out of her and collapsed beside her, facing her.

"Ahhh, that's weird!" Sarah scrunched up her face and laughed.

"What?" I pushed up onto my elbow. "What's wrong?"

"I'm so full," she laughed again, rolling onto her side with her hand on her belly. "I don't know how I'm gonna get up without making a mess."

"Hold on then," I chuckled and kissed her nose.

Grabbing a towel, I spread it out and helped guide her to roll onto her back, so that the towel was beneath her butt.

"There," I said, rubbing her legs, waiting to see how much cum would come out of her. "Just let it out, I guess."

Sarah looked at me. "Well, don't watch!"

I laughed and shook my head, "Fine. Be that way."

Getting up, I sat down on the edge of the bed and took her hand. Closing her eyes, Sarah bore down, then screwed up her face again, laughing loudly.

"Ewww!" she shook her head, still laughing.

I couldn't see anything, but her reaction was enough to keep me laughing too. When she was finished, Sarah reached down between her legs, groping for the towel, and expertly balled it up, concealing the gooey mess within.

"Okay," she sighed, then she flashed me a happy grin. "Now I really need a shower."

"I have a question first," I told her.

Sarah nodded for me to continue.

I bit my lip, kind of shy about the subject. "Well, I kind of figured that this would be, you know, more difficult. Like you'd be really, really tight, I guess."

Sarah blinked at me in shock, her pretty eyes wide open. "Amy Carter! Are you saying I'm loose?"

"No!" I backpedaled. "I just...what I mean is..."

Sarah laughed out loud and got out of bed. I watched her go to the dresser and open a drawer, reach inside, and pull something out to set it on the dresser, then a second item, and a third. When she was done, she closed the drawer and turned to face me, leaning against the dresser. For a moment, I couldn't focus on what was on the dresser. Her naked body called to me, skin glistening with sweat, her breasts still swollen, nipples still stiff. Finally, I tore my gaze away and got up to see what was on the dresser, then my mouth fell open.

"Anal plugs?" I asked, glancing at her.

Sarah gave me a crooked grin and nodded. "Uh-huh. Got them a couple weeks ago," she told me and waved a hand at the first one, which was smaller than the second. The third was the largest of the three, and she picked it up. "I've been working my way up to this one. Finally felt comfortable with it a couple days ago."

I shook my head, then asked, "But...why?"

"Why the anal plugs?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Sweetie, you've been checking out my ass for weeks," she laughed, picked up the cum-soiled towel and dropped it in the hamper, heading for the shower.

"I have?" I asked, following her.

"Oh yeah," she chuckled, getting the water going. "I first noticed a few weeks ago. You were giving it to me really good from behind, and you kept playing with my butt." I tried to remember, but couldn't. "You told me I had a perfect ass."

I shrugged, admiring her butt when she turned her back to me to adjust the water temperature. "Well, yeah, you do."

"Anyway, you started rubbing your thumb around my butthole," she said, and I saw her shiver slightly. "You'd press your thumb against it, almost pushing it in, but not quite, and you just kept doing it, even after I came. It felt really good, and I knew what you wanted."

"I couldn't help it," I told her. "It was winking at me."

Sarah laughed loudly.

"So, you bought butt plugs because I was touching your ass?"

"No, silly," she turned around and gave me a full-bodied hug, then nibbled on my ear. "I bought butt plugs because I knew you wanted to fuck my ass."

When she looked at me, it was with a catty grin, and I shook my head, smiling. Gawd, I loved her. Something else occurred to me though.

"So, why wasn't that, you know, messier?" I scrunched up my face.

Sarah giggled and said, "Enema, sweetie."

"Oh," I nodded, but then it really hit me. "Oh! That's what you meant by 'take care of things'."

"Exactly," she chirped.

We got down to business, cleaning ourselves up. When I turned my back to the spray of water to rinse the shampoo from my hair, I felt Sarah's hands close around my half-hard penis. She used my dick to pull me a couple of steps away from the water.

"What are you doing?" I asked, grinning.

One of her hands left me, only to come back lathered with soap, then the other. I blinked water out of my eyes and watched her thoroughly lather up my dick with both hands, stroking me from top to bottom with a firm grip.

"Just making sure you're nice and clean," she said innocently.

I watched for a moment, then grinned again. "Hey," I said, getting her attention, and when she looked up at me, "I just did you in the ass."

Sarah giggled. "Yes, you did, baby. Yes, you did."




Strange Days Ch. 58-60



I suddenly remembered something else I'd seen in a hentai earlier that day.

"Can I do your armpit next?"

Sarah laughed out loud and slapped my shoulder. "Oh my gawd, you little freak!"

"I'm just kidding," I laughed too.

Sarah shook her head. "What the hell made you think of that?"

I shrugged. "I was reading doujin today."

"What's it about?"

I laughed again. "Doujin isn't the title of a book."

I told her about the futanari hentai I found.

"So that's what had you all fired up when I got home," she smirked, guiding me back under the spray of water to rinse the soap from my now very hard cock. "Are you still horny?"

I gave her a long look from her feet to her eyes. "With your body? Are you kidding?"

Sarah chuckled. When we were dried off, she dropped her towel to the floor outside the shower, then took mine and left it on the floor too.

"Come on," she took my hand, leading me to the dining area.

My gaze was riveted to her beautiful ass, swaying side to side with her sultry gait. When we neared the table, Sarah turned her back to it and hopped up, spread her legs, and took my hands, pulling me towards her. Her smooth pussy was so inviting, labia open just a bit, enough that I could see a hint of her glistening pink folds.

Dipping my hips, I nestled the swollen head of my cock against her opening. Sarah wrapped her legs around me, dug her heels into my butt, encouraging me to push. Sliding my hands up her sides and then her chest, I paused there to caress her wonderfully full breasts, rubbing my thumbs over her stiff nipples, then I slid my hands higher, up the sides of her neck to cup her face, and I kissed her.

"I love you," I whispered against her mouth, but before she could reply, I shoved my cock into her eager cunt.

Sarah took a shuddering sharp breath. "Gawd, yes."

She was so wet that I slid my entire pole into her body in one thrust. I held myself deep inside her hot sleeve while she kissed me, fucking my mouth with her long tongue. Her silken heat milked my length while she licked my teeth, tongue, the entrance to my throat. Deep in the kiss, lost to the feel of her, I began moving my hips, slowly sawing my tumescence in and out of her slippery sex.

"Gawd, I needed this," she whimpered, rubbing her face against mine like a cat. Her arms wrapped around my neck to hold me close. "You're so hard baby. I love how you fuck me."

I snaked my arms around her middle and held her tight, moving only my hips. I couldn't pull all the way out of her like this, so I just fucked her with short deep thrusts, back and forth, in and out, her wet walls clinging to me, her hips rolling just enough to fuck me back. Sarah nibbled at my ear and neck. Her nails dug into my shoulders and back. With a slight adjustment of angle, I put pressure on her clit with the top of my shaft, and Sarah went wild.

"Oh gawd," she gasped, entire body shivering with every plunge of my thick tool.

Nipping at her ear, I whispered, "Hold on, baby."

With my hands on her hips, my elbows far out to the side, I held her firmly, pushed back against her heels and drew almost completely out of her, then rammed back into her eager cunt. I began fucking her hard and fast, my hard tube of meat slashing in and out with lewd wet sounds, her clenching folds working me so deliciously.

"Oh gawd, make me cum, Amy," she hissed, arms so tight around my neck that it almost hurt. "Make me cum...please, baby...please."

She felt so fucking good, so tight and wet, so very hot. I was close again, which surprised me, given how hard I had climaxed just a little while ago. My dick ballooned inside her and I felt the rush of cream coming.

"Gawd, yes," Sarah whimpered. "Cum inside me."

My smooth groin slapped against hers and I spilled my hot release inside her. Sarah threw her head back and wailed, full breasts shaking up and down with every ragged breath she took. I thrust into her with every pulse of cum, rocketing my load deep into her cumming cunt. As my climax faded, I slowed my thrusts, taking my time to slowly move in and out, trying to prolong my orgasm. Every time I bottomed out, more cum shot out of me until she overflowed with it, until it dripped wetly to the floor with every thrust. I kept fucking her long after we'd come down, long after we'd regained our rhythm.

"More?" she asked softly.

Oh yes. Much more.

Still holding her hips, I fucked her harder, faster, my cock slashing through her with powerful strokes. More cum dribbled out of her to splat on the floor. I just couldn't get enough of her, would never be able to get enough of her.

A surge of energy and lust burst from inside my chest, ripped through my body, my limbs, my fingers and toes. Slipping my arms under her thighs, I picked her right up from the table. I held her up in my arms and bounced her up and down my raging cock.

"Ohmyfuckinggawd!" she gushed, holding onto my shoulders for dear life.

I was a machine, all of my senses narrowed to the sensations of my dick plumbing her eager honey pot. I need to cum again, and I was using her body to do it. In that moment, she was my toy, built for my pleasure, made to make me cum and cum, and I was going fuck her brains out doing it.

She felt so incredibly light in my arms. It was so easy to bounce her up and down my thick prick, move her how I wanted, where I wanted. I was vaguely aware of her cumming around me, the heat of her increasing, her arousal leaking down over my own pussy, trickling down my thighs. I felt it building inside me, the knot swelling, the spring coiling tight and tighter in my belly. Sarah was a babbling mess, nonsense spilling out of her gaping mouth in hoarse cries of release. The pressure inside me became too much for me to contain and hot cum rocketed out of my cock into her quivering folds.

I set her down on the table. Sarah flopped flat on her back with a thud and I slid my twitching length out of her, wrapped my hand around it, and jacked myself off. Rope after finger-thick rope shot out of me, laying thick lines of white goo over her writhing body. A huge ribbon of cream arced out of me, landing in a thick line over her chest and face, a great gob of it stretching over her open mouth, only to be hooked by her tongue and dragged inside before smacking her lips together.

Sarah slid a hand down her cum-glazed body and between her legs, plunging two gooey fingers into her hole and working her thumb over her clit, coaxing out another small climax with a whimpering cry. Rope after rope blew out of me until my cock was spurting feebly, but quite messily, onto her flat stomach.

With my cock still twitching between my legs and dripping cum steadily onto the floor, I gazed at the heady visage of Sarah on the table, coated in my release, her body marked as mine, thick white cream bubbling out of her ravaged folds, making me hunger for her more. Maybe it was because we'd just had anal sex, but every last one of my inhibitions flew right out the window. I pulled Sarah's hand away from her crotch and leaned over, closing my mouth over her gooey mound, shoving my tongue inside her.

"Gawd!" she screamed, arcing her back, wriggling like a furious snake on the table.

Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I held her tight and ate at her folds, delighting in the taste of our combined flavors. Her pussy was sweet heaven to me, a delectable treat that I could savor forever, could never get enough of. I ate my cream and another climax from her, then gently eased off, teasing her labia with light swipes of my tongue, sucking her plump lips into my mouth, then finally planted a soft kiss to her swollen clit.

Sarah's hands stroked my hair and scalp languidly. "Sweet jeezus, baby."

I laughed and stood up, then let myself fall forward over her. My cheek was instantly coated with warm cum from her breasts, and I felt it squishing between our bodies. I felt her moving beneath me, pushing up onto her elbows, then she took my face into her hand and guided me to her mouth. She kissed me slow but deep, the heady taste of us mingling on our tongues.

I was hard again, length pressed against her gooey stomach. Kissing her slow and deep, I rose up and slid my cock down her body to her slit and pushed inside her, but Sarah put her hand on my chest, the signal to stop.

With a soft smack, her lips left mine and she shook her head and gave a breathless laugh. "Uh-uh. I need a break."

"Okay," I sighed pitifully, making her giggle, then gasp when my fat dick popped out of her. "Round three in the shower then?"

Chapter 59

Parking my car in the lot at Dangerous Angels, I was just as nervous as the day I'd interviewed. It was weird though. As I was walking up to the building, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I stopped and looked around me, feeling like I was being watched. But as quickly as the feeling came, it went away.

The day started the same as my first day too. Lacking a badge to key my way inside, I stopped at the receptionist's desk. I almost opened my mouth in greeting, but when I really looked at Kara, so many unexpected emotions tore through me, most of them good too. Kara was clacking away on her keyboard, gaze fixed to her monitor, while someone barked in her ear through a headset. She was nodding, typing, and saying "yes, yes, understood, of course, absolutely, right away", but not necessarily in that order. But I'd never been happier to see her.

I didn't know Kara well, of course, but she was Kara, the receptionist for Dangerous Angels, where I worked. Why was that important? My life had been derailed by a few well-placed punches and kicks, not to mention a particularly nasty strangling affair, but now I was getting back on track. Other than my pain-in-the-ass knee, I was up and about, back at work, and feeling fantastic.

So, I just stood there, hands folded in front of me, camera bag slung over my shoulder, grinning like an idiot.

"My gawd," Kara hissed after ending the call. "That man is such an incredible pain in my..." She trailed off, realizing someone was waiting for her. Yanking her headset off and throwing it on the desk, Kara looked up at me, her expression already asking what the hell do you want, but then her eyes focused on me. And then she screamed. "Ohmygawd!!!!!!!"

Kara jumped out of her chair and made a beeline around the desk to throw herself at me. My eyes widened over her shoulder. Honestly, I hadn't expected that strong a reaction from Kara.

"Well, hi there," I laughed.

Taking my hands, Kara leaned back to look at me and flashed a cute smile. "Your hair is so cute!" Then she jumped as something dawned on her. "Oh!"

Letting go of my hands, Kara spun around and reached over her desk to punch a button on her phone, then she screeched, "She's here!"

Before I had a chance to ask who she'd called, Kara spun back around and hugged me again, with yet another squeal of delight.

"Gawd, it feels like it's been ages since you've been around!" she told me, taking hold of my upper arms and giving me a squeeze. "How do you feel?"

"Good, actually," I told her.

I heard the door open that lead into the back, then...

"There's my girl!"

Darren looked amazing. His blonde hair was longer, fuller, and his pale eyes seemed to sparkle like jewels. He just looked so happy that I couldn't help but wonder if his relationship with his boyfriend had progressed as well as mine with Sarah. I mean, come on, he couldn't be that happy just because of me, right?

I peeled myself away from Kara and practically ran at him. Darren met me halfway, wrapped his arms around my waist, and picked me right up, spinning me round and round. His laughter rumbled through my stomach and I held him tight, my arms around his neck, so happy to see him like this. After all, the last time he'd seen me, I'd been pretty banged up. Held up in his arms, I couldn't help but notice that he'd been working out too, and I had to agree with Rose; It was a crying shame that he played for the other team.

"My gawd, Amy," he said, slowing down the merry-go-round and setting me down on my feet, but he gave me such an amazingly warm hug and said softly, "I really missed you, honey."

I'd missed him too, and the moment was so genuine, so heartfelt and real, that I started crying. I think he knew I was doing it too, because he leaned back to look at me with worry, then he smiled and cupped my face, turning it down so that he could kiss my forehead.

I held onto his wrists, part of me so comforted by his presence that I didn't want him to go.

"Come on," he said, smiling happily and taking one of my hands. "Let's get you to work."

I followed Darren through the door.

"Welcome back, Amy!" Kara called after us, and I managed to give her an appreciative smile before the door closed behind us.

The moment we hit the floor, everyone that caught sight of me nodded, smiled, waved, or said something cheery, welcoming me back. There were even a few new faces, but they seemed to know me, or about me, at least, because they welcomed me back too.

"Okay, so we have a big shoot lined up for today," Darren told me.

I balked inside, my nerves fraying again. "Is that such a good idea?"

"What are you talking about?" He laughed over his shoulder, then shrugged. "Of course it's a good idea. We need to get you back in the thick of things." Darren spun around to walk backwards, holding both of my hands and giving them a reassuring squeeze. "No beating around the bush, Amy. You've been through hell, but it's time to put it all behind you."

I agreed, of course, but I still wanted to argue. "I kind of figured we'd start slow, you know?"

Darren raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Since when do you do anything slow?"

I opened my mouth to explain that I was nervous, but he interrupted me, letting go of one of my hands and turning back around. "Besides, I didn't say it was a complicated shoot."

As we made our way deeper into the work areas, I noticed there had been a lot of changes. Some of the shooting spaces had been redesigned, so that set pieces could be more readily moved around and adjusted. Just as I spotted an impossibly tall amazon of a woman with dark red hair that I'd been dying to shoot since my first day - but whose name I couldn't remember for the life of me - a couple of set assistants were using a small forklift-like thing to push an entire coastal cottage set from one area to another, with all of the furniture and dressings still on it.

What was revealed behind the cottage blew me away; a beach of glistening black sand. A green screen was set up for the water and sky to be digitally added, both of which would no doubt be formed from colors you wouldn't find anywhere but on an episode of Star Trek.

There was a set made to look like Athens, another that I swear on my soul was from a Deathstar scene in a Star Wars movie, but with just enough differences so as not to be sued. There was a deep woods type cabin, complete with trees and leaf-strewn ground, with another green screen behind it. Most of the sets still looked like rooms from upscale homes or apartments, but the quality of the sets was much higher.

"Wow, you guys have really made improvements," I said, looking about in wonder.

"Actually, we do most of our shoots offsite now," Darren told me, then he gestured around us. "These are used almost exclusively for catalogue shoots. Most of the sets aren't good enough for the magazines."

"Magazines?" I blinked, spotting Rose a couple of sets away with two other girls.

"Oh, yeah," he said, turning around and walking backwards again, holding my hands and practically bouncing as he walked. "Dangerous Angels and Armia are tight these days. Jean Pierre and his old flame worked out their differences."

"His old flame?" I asked.

"Yep," Darren smiled, turning back around and picking up the pace, so that I almost had to jog to keep up with him. "He and Clarisse had a falling out years ago. She's the majority shareholder of Armia. Jean Pierre has been trying to work with her to better both businesses." He looked at me over his shoulder. "He talked her into sharing some of the models. That's how Sarah got work with Armia."

"Oh."

When Darren turned back to face me yet again, he really did bounce up on his toes. "Keeps all of our portfolios fresh, not to mention the amazing opportunities you photographers will have. In fact, he wants you to..."

Darren didn't get to finish, what with the mob of painfully attractive women that suddenly assaulted me. Naturally, they were led by Rose. Among the gaggle was a brunette, Patricia, another girl with pretty auburn hair, Angela, and then the red head, whose name I finally remembered, Ginger. No, I'm not sure that it's not a stage name. She certainly had the body for exotic dancing, but the reason I remembered her name was because of the way she smelled; kiwi and strawberry. I made a mental note to pick up whatever she was wearing for Sarah.

While the press of four incredibly feminine bodies in nothing but barely-there lingerie was overwhelming, I certainly wasn't going to complain. Hell, would you?

I managed to share an amused grin with Darren, who'd been shoved aside to make room for the girls. After the hugging, squealing, jumping and kisses were done, the girls moved back a step to give me some room.

"Gawd, it's good to have you back," Rose gushed and hugged me again.

"It's good to be back," I smiled.

Ginger pouted cutely. "I'm really going to miss James though."

I didn't recognize the name. "James?"

"Her photographer, until today," Patricia said, rubbing Ginger's shoulder.

"Oh. Is he leaving?"

"No," Ginger shook her head, full lips stretching into a grin. "I'm your new girl."

"Oh, you are totally going to love shooting this one," Rose said earnestly, stepping over to Ginger and opening her gauzy robe wide. "I'm mean, shit, who wouldn't?"

Ginger was incredibly beautiful. Tall with generous curves, smooth skin with the cutest little freckles you had to strain to see, big green eyes and a small nose. Her hair was long, falling almost to her butt, but it was pulled back in a very loose braid. A few strands of dark red hair were loose at the sides, framing her face. She was really quite stunning. Already, I was picturing the way light could bring out her features, cast her athletically toned body in highlight and shadow.

Nope. No arguments from me.

"Oh, but there is one thing," Rose said, holding up her hand. I raised my eyebrows for her to continue. Rose grinned. "Ginger has the hardest time with the concealing pads, so she'll need your help."

Ginger gave me a teasing wink.

I frowned at Rose playfully. "You're such a bitch."

The girls laughed, and so did Trevor.

The day flew right by in a whirlwind of a shoot, with the girls wearing lingerie that complimented each other and the sets, always at least two of them in frame at the same time, but usually three. It was a casual shoot, in the style of photojournalism, which seemed to be all the rage these days, so the girls actually had a lot of fun. The girls talked and laughed at jokes, having a good time. Rose even told them about the dinner that Sarah and I hosted for her.

The tall black curtains were closed around us, and they changed lingerie right there on the set, which caught me way off guard. I'd finally gotten into my zone when it first happened. I was in the heat of the moment, so happy to be behind a camera again, shooting to my heart's content, when out of nowhere, Ginger started taking off her bra while in a conversation with Rose. She was nodding at something Rose said when her bra came away, and there were simply no words to adequately describe the breasts on that girl.

They were easily as large as Violet's, and Violet was fucking stacked, so full and firm. The tips of Ginger's breasts were only slightly darker than her skin, but her nipples were long and thick, made for sucking, licking, biting. My mouth fell open as she bent over, working her panties down her legs, those mouth-watering breasts hanging beneath her, moving only slightly with her, they were so very full, but now and then she would bump one with her arm, making the boob jiggle delightfully. But what really killed me, what got my blood pumping, what twisted my stomach into knots, what damn near made my cock launch right out of my body, was the utter lack of a concealing pad and the baby-smooth mound between her legs. It was lush, plump, and neat, just like Violet.




Strange Days Ch. 61-65



Sorry about the delay in getting this submitted, but that's my life. Not that I'm complaining. Just have a lot going on right now. Thank you so much for fulfilling my request. I got a lot of really great feedback about the story, what you like and don't like, what interests you the most, etc. I got some first-time feedback from readers too, and it was really uplifting to read.

Hope you enjoy this latest segment.

-redskyes




Chapter 61

Around noon the next day, I buzzed my visitor into the lobby, and when the elevator door opened, I knew instantly that I was going to really enjoy this shoot. Lucas was even more beautiful in person. His smile was wide and bright, lips full and soft. His features were chiseled, eyes bright, and his eyebrows and long silken hair were raven-black, almost blue when the light hit it just right. He was wearing a high-end navy blue silk tee shirt, untucked over dark jeans, and black boots. The shirt hugged his lean upper body nicely, leaving little to the imagination. His skin tone was a little lighter than in his photos, but he wasn't unhealthily pale.

"Hi, Lucas," I smiled and shook his hand, bringing him into my apartment. "It's nice to meet you."

"Wow, he wasn't kidding," he smiled, looking me over in my shorts and tank top. "You're cute as a button."

I laughed and blushed. "Um, thanks."

"So, where do you want me?" he asked, looking around, adjusting his grip on the small duffel bag he had with him.

"The stage is back there," I waved over my shoulder, then gestured towards the bathroom. "Do you need to change first?"

"Not sure," he said, looking down at himself, then up at me. "Do you think this is okay to start with?"

"Sure," I nodded. "Very trendy."

"Okay," he smiled and headed off for the stage in the corner of the apartment.

Following him, I couldn't help but notice his incredibly tight little butt and his cute swagger. I figured he was about the same age as me, maybe a year or two older. He really was gorgeous, if a bit too feminine for my tastes. There was a particular balance of beauty and masculinity that I liked in my men, the kind of balance Trevor had. Still, this was going to be a fun shoot.

Test shots came first, so that I could play with the lighting. Lucas looked best in natural light, so I opened the blinds to let the sun into the apartment.

"I really appreciate this, by the way," he told me just as we started in on the real shots.

I smiled behind the camera. "No problem."

"I paid a fortune - well, for me anyway - to a studio for decent shots, but they were just so...blah, you know? The modeling agencies today are brutal. If your portfolio doesn't wow them on the spot, they won't give you the time of day."

"Trust me," I told him with a frown. "Isn't any easier for us photographers."

Lucas grinned. "Yeah, I heard you got on with Dangerous Angels."

I nodded, more focused on getting the right shots than on the conversation.

"I even heard some of your models have gotten work with Armia," he said.

"That they have," I muttered, really happy with the shot I'd just gotten. "Oh, that one's gonna be great."

He flashed a big happy smile. "Yeah?"

Turns out that I was right. Shooting Lucas was a breeze. Only twenty minutes into the shoot, I noticed that the best shots were when he wasn't trying to hard. In fact, my favorite series were the shots of him walking around my apartment, checking it out. He'd asked about various nicknacks, pictures we had scattered around of Sarah, Violet, Trevor and the rest of our friends. We talked most of the shoot and I just kept filling up SD cards.

Two hours later, we took a short break for a snack and reviewed the pictures we'd taken so far. We were at the dinner table with my laptop, sitting side by side. Lucas was still wearing the last set of clothes he'd changed into, a pair of jeans that he probably paid way too much money for so that they would look old and worn but were brand new, trendy leather flip flops, and no shirt at all. He was leaning so close that his shoulder was in front of mine, close enough that I noticed he smelled really good, like spiced vanilla, but I wasn't uncomfortable at all. He hadn't made a single move on me since he'd arrived, which was nice.

"God, Amy, these are amazing," he said with awe, then he looked at me. "You make me look good."

"You make it easy," I laughed and patted his back. I couldn't help but notice how soft his skin was, how warm, or how hard the muscles of his back were.

Lucas just looked at me for a moment, his smile fading to something else as he blushed, and I drew my hand away. I had the horrible feeling that he was about to come on to me, but thankfully, he didn't.

"So, listen, I know you need to make a living doing this, and I'd like to return the favor," he said, referring to the fact that I wasn't charging him for the shoot.

"Okay. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, there's this guy I met when I first talked to the agency," he held his hand up high. "Tall, blonde, gets any girl he wants, I'm sure." Lucas waggled his hand. "Kind of a surfer look, if you ask me, but he's nice, and more importantly, he can pay."

"Paying is good," I chuckled.

"Yeah, I figured you'd like that," he smiled at me, glancing at my mouth for a moment.

Okay, maybe he was about to come on to me.

Looking quickly away and back to the laptop, I asked, "Does he need his portfolio refreshed too?"

Lucas cleared his throat beside me. "Yeah. Same as me."

"No problem," I told him, flicking through the pictures we had so far. "Leave his number with me before you go and I'll give him a call."

Lucas's demeanor changed after that, back to all-business, confirming my suspicion that he really had been coming on to me, although not aggressively. The plus side was that the rest of the shoot went really smoothly, he was so much more relaxed. After the shoot, we reviewed the rest of the photos and he gave me a thumb drive to copy them to.

"Sorry about earlier," he said meekly.

"What do you mean?" I asked, watching the progress bar grow.

"About coming on to you."

I chuckled. "Don't worry about it."

"It's just..." he paused, so I looked at him. He was blushing again and he smiled sweetly. "Well, I'd heard you didn't have a boyfriend, and you really are quite pretty."

"Heard from who?" I asked with a half-grin.

"Phillip."

"You don't know Phillip very well do you?"

"Only in passing," he said. "Why?"

"Because I have a girlfriend," I told him. No, I have no idea why I didn't include Trevor. Technically, he was my boyfriend, but the first thought that always comes to mind when I consider my relationships is Sarah.

"Oh!" Lucas's eyebrows shot up, then he gave a nervous laugh and blushed again. "Now I feel like an idiot."

"Don't worry," I patted his leg. "I play for both teams, so your efforts weren't entirely wasted."

"Ohhh," he said quietly, at length, then he grinned and bumped my shoulder with his. "So, does that mean you'd be interested in..."

"No," I laughed, making him laugh too.

Lucas held up his hands. "Just had to check."

He ended up with some really great additions for his portfolio, but we both agreed he needed a little more variety, like maybe some outdoor shots. I had the idea to follow him around the grocery store the next time he needed to go shopping, and he was crazy about the idea, so we set a date for two weeks from today. He also wrote down the contact info for his friend, Sydni, which I thought was an interesting name.

I had to get to work myself, so I told Lucas to give me a couple minutes to change clothes and get my stuff, then I saw him out. We passed through the courtyard, the planting beds still in dire need of attention, but at least the fountain was working now. On the other side of the gate, I saw a man leaning against the fence, smoking a cigarette. He was really tall and dressed all in black, a dress shirt and slacks and shiny shoes - no make that boots - with silver tips. His black leather belt had a strange silver buckle too, a Celtic knot design, I think. His black hair was really long, pulled back in a loose pony tail, almost down to his butt. I couldn't see his face though.

"Thanks again, Amy," Lucas said as we stepped out onto the sidewalk and the gate closed behind us.

"Thanks to you too," I shook his hand, but he frowned, not understanding. "Hey, this helps my portfolio just as much as yours."

He grinned. "Does it help enough to still be free next time?"

"Probably," I shrugged indifferently, teasing him.

Lucas laughed and went on his way.

"Photographer?" the man asked behind me.

I turned around and saw him looking at the camera bag slung over my shoulder. Up closer, he was much taller than me, my eyes level with his chest. I also got to see his face, strong lines, very masculine, but his eyes were absolutely stunning. They were simply too green, too vibrant to be real. Contacts, maybe?

"Oh. Yeah," I said, then asked, "Do I know you?"

"No," he said simply, shaking his head and blowing out thick smoke, which the wind carried away from me, thankfully.

He just stood there looking at me, like he was sizing me up, and I got uncomfortable. Then it happened again. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, but this time a shiver rolled through me.

"Feel like you're being watched?" he grinned, but it was like a predator with prey.

Any other time it would have made me nervous, but after dealing with Todd Redding and his friends, I was surprisingly calm, sizing this man up just as he was me.

"Yeah," I mumbled, looking around when I realized my unease had nothing to do with this stranger.

"You can't see them," he said, and it was a statement of fact, not a question.

I looked sharply at him. "What do you mean?"

He didn't answer my question. Dropping his cigarette, he crushed it with the toe of his boot. "You're attracting a lot of attention."

I opened my mouth but he talked over me.

He shrugged. "Not your fault, really, but I thought you should know."

"Who are you?" I asked, frustrated he was being so vague.

He smiled, and I swear his canines were a little longer and a little sharper than most. "I'm the guy that makes sure everyone plays by the rules."

It wasn't a nice smile, just like his earlier grin wasn't friendly, but still, for some reason, I wasn't afraid of him.

Adjusting the strap of my camera bag over my shoulder, I glared at him. "What the hell are you talking about? Are you a PI or something? Is someone stalking me?"

"Stalking," he tested the word, looking at my mouth for a moment, then he nodded and leaned against the fence again. "Yeah, that's a pretty good word for it."

I looked around again, suddenly afraid that Todd and his friends wanted to get back at me. But weren't they under house arrest? I thought I remembered Detective Willis telling me that once. What if I'd heard wrong? What if they were free to do what they wanted until the trial? What if they wanted to shut me up before I could testify? Oh God, what about Paula?

"She has nothing to do with this," the man said.

My breath caught in my throat and I looked at him. I hadn't said Paula's name out loud, had I? I was just thinking about her. That's all. Just thinking. So how did he...?

The man pushed away from the fence and put his hands in the pockets of his pants. "Amy, you have a gift," he began. I couldn't breathe. Did he know? Or was he talking about something else? "The kind of gift that attracts attention," he continued, taking a step closer.

Strangely, I still wasn't afraid of him, but I thought I should be.

He smiled again, "I'm no threat to you. I enforce the rules, which means I have to play by them too. You've been Touched, so you know it to be a fact, and you don't need me to tell you either."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I shook my head, curious about the emphasis he'd put on 'touched', like it meant something more than usual. But he was right. I just knew that he wouldn't hurt me, that it simply wasn't possible, unless I tried to hurt him.

His too green eyes flicked down, low on my body, then back up, and I simply knew. He knew. He knew about my gift from Freyja. I don't know how. Hell, I don't know how I knew. But I knew he knew.

Damn, that was a messy line of thought.

"You do know what I'm talking about," he grinned again. "Don't you?"

"What the hell do you want?" I backed up a step.

He just took a step closer, then another, and when he spoke again, his voice was low, secretive. "I want you to pay attention to what's going on around you. I want you to remember that you have free will. I want you to understand that the kinds of beings that bestow gifts such as yours can be fickle and cruel, and they can be just as moronic as anyone else, too caught up in their own wants and desires to really see what stands before them," He paused for a moment, looking low at my body again, then fixing me with his too green gaze and flashing an amused grin. "More importantly, I want you to remember the birds and the bees."

I opened my mouth to ask him to explain himself, who he was, exactly what and who he was talking about, what he wanted from me, how he knew about my secret. But then he looked at something behind me. I spun around to look too, but saw nothing, and when I turned back, he was gone.

There it was again, the feeling that someone was watching me.

I spun around in circles, seeing people going about their way on the sidewalks, in their cars. A homeless woman was pushing a shopping cart around a corner. A bike messenger was speeding down the street. Three young guys, around my age, were laughing as they passed by in a convertible. A middle-aged woman in a pant suit and high heels came out of a store across the street. And there were others, but none of them were looking at me. There I was, standing on the sidewalk, surrounded by a city alive with its children, and I had never felt so exposed.

I was starting to freak out, so I went around the building to my car, hopped inside, and took off. The feeling went away for a minute or two, but then it came back. I checked my mirrors to see if I was being followed, but still, there was nothing.

The man had said I couldn't see them.

Now I was really freaking out.

I checked my watch. I had just enough time for a quick stop before going to work. I only hoped she was there.

Chapter 62

The little bell banged against the top of the door and rang like crazy, then again when the door shut behind me. I didn't see Helena, but a man was standing at the counter. He looked to be in his late twenties, and he was absolutely gorgeous. At first glance, he reminded me of Trevor, so as I pretended to browse around the store while waiting for Helena, I studied him.

He had one booted foot up on a thick bar near the base of the counter, kind of like what you see in a bar. His golden hair was thick and just a touch curly, but mostly wavy, like Trevor's when he lets it grow out. His eyes were blue, but so pale they were almost gray, like storm clouds when they first roll in. His features were sharply defined, like the stranger I'd encountered on the street, and his jaw was strong, masculine. Unlike the stranger, he was wearing thick-soled black biker books, faded and torn blue jeans, and a tight fitting gray tee shirt.

As I maneuvered through the store around racks and shelves, I saw the light hitting him from various angles. Beneath his clothes, I could see he was fit, leanly muscled, and though he was standing very still, he seemed full of energy, as though he could pounce like a cat. His lips were very full and very kissable. It was that last detail that made him go from gorgeous to incredibly cute, but in a good way. Then his lips stretched into a smile.

"You're first in line."

His voice was like warm honey, and I swear I felt his words pouring over me, caressing my skin. I shivered.

"I'm sorry," I said, tongue feeling thick in my mouth. I swallowed to clear up my voice. "Were you talking to me?"

He turned his head to look at me, and I froze. His gray eyes seemed to look right through me. No, into me. I squirmed under his intense gaze for a moment, then found some courage buried inside me and made my way over to the counter.

"I'm just a friend of Helena's," he said, turning to lean against the counter, facing me, then he extended his hand. "Erin."

Glancing at his hand, I took it, watched as his long fingers closed around my much smaller hand. His skin was so soft, and so incredibly warm, like my favorite blanket on a cold winter night.

"A-Amy," I stammered.

He smiled and released my hand. "Nice to meet you, Amy. Helena speaks highly of you."

I blinked at him. "She does?"

"Sure," Erin nodded, the corner of his mouth turning up in a charming grin. "She makes a point to remember all of her customers. Says you're her favorite in this store."

"I'm sure she has a favorite in Texas too," I muttered.

"What was that?" he asked, leaning a little closer.

"Nothing," I shook my head, looking away, pretending to be interested in something behind the counter, down the way from us.

We waited for a few minutes, but Helena still hadn't come out to greet us.

"You're a photographer?" Erin asked.

I glanced at him and frowned, and when he grinned and flicked his gray gaze at my camera bag, I blushed.

I nodded and asked, "You?"

"Archery," he smiled, keeping his arm straight over the counter and drawing back his other hand, flicking two fingers, like he was shooting a bow. "Professional competitor."

"That pay well?"

He snorted, and he sounded kind of bitter when he replied. "I wish."

Erin glanced over my shoulder, then I heard the curtain of beads at the back of the store rattle lightly.

"Amy?" Helena called out happily.

I turned to see her walking toward me, still as beautiful as I remembered. Her light brown hair wasn't braided today. Instead, she wore a band of silver around her head to keep her hair out of her eyes, but her hands and arms were still draped with silver rings and bands. Her skin still had that healthy golden glow too, contrasting with her white toga.

Closing the distance, her blue eyes shining with kindness, Helena drew me into her arms for a hug. I'm not sure why I didn't notice before, but while Helena was stunningly beautiful, the curves beneath the thin fabric she wore incredibly tempting, there was a motherly feel to her, and not just in the way she held me in her arms. I could feel the strength of her, but she was soft too, even around the middle. She personified what it meant to be a woman, I realized.

Taking my shoulders in her hands, she leaned away to look at me. "How have you been, honey?"

"Good," I nodded, glanced beside me, since I couldn't look at Erin without turning my head, then asked her, "Could we talk for a minute?"

Helena studied me for a moment, then nodded. "Of course."

Erin sighed behind me. "I'll just be outside, I guess."

Helena frowned and called out after him as he stepped out onto the sidewalk. "Be nice to the pedestrians!" When the door closed, she shook her head and gave me a grin. "I love that dear boy, but he can be a handful, and the Gods know I don't get enough customers as it is without him frightening them off with his antics."

"He seemed nice," I shrugged.

"Oh, he is," she smiled, taking my hand and guiding me away from the counter. "Sweetest man I've ever known. You'll never meet another so in tune with how people feel about each other, but so very alone."

She glanced through the shop windows, where Erin was sitting on a bench just outside, his back to us, both arms draped along the back of the bench, head turning this way and that as people passed by him. When I turned back to look at Helena, she seemed sad, watching Erin.




Strange Days Ch. 61-65



Helena sat us down on a small but comfortable antique love seat, tucking her leg under her so that she could face me.

"He has a knack for helping people find each other," she said softly, and she shook her head. "Except for himself." Then she looked at me and smiled. "Now, what brings you here today?"

"Uhm, Holly says hello," I babbled, unsure of how to start in on telling her about my strange afternoon.

Helena's expression lit up with happiness. "Does she? How is Holly?"

"Really happy, actually," I told her. "She's in love."

"Well, good for her," she patted my hand, then gave me a knowing smile. "But I'm sure you didn't come down here just to tell me that."

"No," I shook my head and stared down into my lap. "I didn't."

"Amy," Helena said softly, taking both of my hands in hers. "What's wrong?"

I tried to think of a way to tell her what had happened, about the stranger, about the feeling of being watched.

"Oh God, this is stupid," I groaned, looking away, sure that I was going to sound crazy the moment I began. "You'll just think I'm nuts."

"Amy, you have a magic penis," she said bluntly, and I looked at her, saw her smiling warmly. "I highly doubt there is anything you can say that will make me think you're crazy."

"I guess so," I couldn't help but smile, or blush. Taking a deep breath, I told her about how I felt like I was being watched, and the stranger I'd met outside of my apartment. Helena simply listened, her expression nearly unreadable, but she seemed concerned.

"It's bad, isn't it?" I asked.

Helena looked quickly away.

"Please, tell me," I pleaded, taking her hand in both of mine.

"Very well," she said softly, then gave me a grave look. "There is another world out there, beneath the one you know, a world of wonder and nightmare, magic and miracle, beauty and horror." Her hands caressed mine gently. "The gift you carry makes you noticeable to the other side, to beings unlike anything you can imagine, both benevolent and malicious."

I nodded, eager for her to continue.

Helena took a deep breath, looked away, and said solemnly, "For untold ages, a war has been waged."

She paused, letting that sink in. A war? I'd read enough supernatural romance novels to know this kind of thing never ended well. Holly hell, what I had gotten into?

Slowly, Helena turned her head to look at me, and the glimmer of her eyes and slight crook of her mouth made me frown.

"You're fucking with me," I muttered and rolled my eyes.

"Guilty," Helena giggled and patted my hand. "But, it is true that your gift will attract attention." I regarded her again and saw her place her hand on her chest. "Those like me will notice, as will...well, I'll just say others."

"So, is this bad or not?" I asked.

"Bad?" she raised an eyebrow, then shook her head. "No, I wouldn't say so. You were given sound advice today. There really is another world out there, a truly magical world. After all," she paused with a smirk and gestured between my legs. "But just like this world, there are those among it who crave power, influence, or prestige, or all of the above. In some ways, your gift could cause you to be seen as a trophy to won, or a challenge to be conquered."

"Conquered?" I repeated, eyes wide, feeling kind of insulted, then more loudly, "Won?"

Helena smiled. "Yes, but in the same way that Sarah was a conquest for you."

Oh. Okay. I had kind of plundered her that first morning we'd had sex, so I guess it was a fair analogy. But then I wondered...

"Does that mean people like you will know that I have...a...you know."

"A cock?" she grinned, raising an eyebrow, and I nodded. "No. All they'll know is that there's something special about you."

"So, who was he?" I asked. "The stranger, I mean."

"He didn't give you his name?"

I shook my head.

"Then it isn't mine to give, unfortunately," she told me, then squeezed my hands reassuringly. "But again, he gave you good advice. Pay attention, remember you have free will, and no matter how beautiful, majestic or perfect someone may seem to you, they are no different than you. You aren't helpless, and you have everything you need to defend yourself from their charms."

"Charms," I repeated, then asked. "Do you mean, like, magic or just charisma?"

"Both," she shrugged. "Trust me though, the being that spoke to you on the street can help you, and if he decides to reveal himself to you again, listen to what he has to say." She smiled and patted my hand fondly. "He can be just as vague and mysterious as the rest, but he's a good man, if not broody at times."

"You called him a 'being'," I pointed out the small detail. "Is he not a...I don't know, a real man?"

"Oh, he's real," she told me. "But not in the sense you might think. He's not entirely human, if that's what you're asking."

Not entirely human? What the hell did that mean? "Then what is he?"

Helena pursed her lips in thought before replying. "Well, he's..." she stopped to smile at me. "Let's just say that he has fallen to his current form."

I blinked. "Oh my God. You mean he's a fallen angel or something?"

"Oh heavens no!" she shook her head, then laughed. "Pardon the pun. No, he was once something greater, but...a lack of attention has lessened him to what he is today."

I had so many more questions, but I just didn't know where to begin. I wanted to know more about the magic of my gift, about where it came from, about Freyja, about the stranger, even about Helena. I wanted to know what the differences were between someone like her and the stranger. I wanted to know who might be watching me, who might want me as a trophy.

"Amy," she patted my hand again, drawing me out of the whirlwind of my thoughts. "I know you have questions, but...I've probably told you more than I should already."

"What do you mean?" I frowned.

"There are rules," she said gently, rubbing her thumb over the back of my hand. "The first being that I'm not supposed to give you knowledge you can't obtain on your own."

"That's not fair," I complained. "Both you and Mr. Broody said something or someone could be coming after me. What am I supposed to do?"

"Don't think of it that way, for one," she patted my hand again. "Think of this on a more basic level, as though someone were simply interested in you, a young man, for example, one that wants to talk you into going on a date with them."

"That's it?"

She nodded. "That's essentially what it boils down to, yes."

I sighed and looked away, but then felt Helena's hand stroking the hair on the side of my head. When I glanced at her, she smiled fondly.

"This is an adorable look for you, by the way."

I snorted. "Okay, so I don't need to wear a wreath of garlic around my neck, carry a rosary, pour salt outside my apartment or do anything else?"

"No," she laughed lightly. "None of that would help you anyway."

"Gee. Thanks."

"But there is another option," she said.

I waited, nodded for her to continue.

"I could take back Freyja's gift."

I stood up immediately. "Oh, hell no."

"It would certainly prevent any forthcoming complications in your life," she told me, standing up beside me.

"Maybe, but it would create new ones," I argued, pacing away from her. "First and foremost being what the hell happens to Sarah and I?"

Helena came over to me and put her hands on my shoulders. "You really do love her, don't you?"

"Forever," I told her.

She smiled and gently cupped my face in her hands, bringing me towards her to kiss my forehead. "Bless you then. Freyja would wish for nothing more than that."

Chapter 63

I was still overflowing with questions after leaving Helena's shop, but at least I wasn't freaking out so much anymore. The moment I'd stepped out onto the sidewalk, I felt like I was being watched again.

Erin had stood up from the bench, told me it had been nice meeting me, and gone back into the shop. I couldn't help watching his ass when he walked away from me. Next to Sarah's, it was one of the nicest butts I'd ever seen.

When the shop door closed behind him, I realized something. Just like with Mr. Broody, I simply knew that Erin wasn't the cause of my discomfort, that it wasn't him watching me. Was he like Mr. Broody? Was he more than human? Something else? Come to think of it, from the moment I'd met Helena, I'd trusted her, simply known that she would never hurt me. Good Lord, who were these people?

The feeling of being watched came and went on my way to Dangerous Angels, but I ignored it as best I could, though I wasn't sure if that was going against the advice that I should pay attention to what's happening around me. Helena had really tried to make me feel better about the situation, and she hadn't been troubled at all by the news from the stranger that someone or something had their eye on me. Helena had also confirmed what the stranger said, that I wouldn't be able to see them anyway. I took all of this to mean that until I actually saw them, I could ignore the feeling, so that's what I did.

I had to hunt up Darren when I got to work, since he wasn't in his office, and he wasn't on the shooting floor either. When I finally found him, he was coming out of Jean Pierre's office, with both Christine and Rose in tow. Rose looked upset, and Christine looked like her typical supremely bitchy self. Darren opened his mouth to say something, but Christine shoved her way around him to get in my way, standing far too close to me for comfort.

"Fuck up this shoot and I'll have your ass," she told me bluntly, then stepped around me with an arrogant swagger.

I watched her go, then looked back to Darren and Rose when Christine was out of sight.

"What the hell was that all about?" I asked.

Rose looked at Darren, and he sighed, telling me, "She convinced Jean Pierre to change the schedule."

"Okay," I shrugged, noticing that both of them looked uncomfortable. "What does that mean?"

It was Rose's turn to sigh, apparently. "It means you're shooting her today, instead of me."

"Wonderful," I rolled my eyes and started heading towards the floor.

Neither of them said anything else. When I got to the set, Christine was waiting. Rose peeled off for another set, leaving Darren and I with Christine. She was standing there with her arms crossed under her breasts, tapping her foot, and she was wearing a dark blue bath robe. Her hair was simply styled, and I had to admit that she was a very attractive woman. With her long legs, lean build and golden hair, she kind of reminded me of the paintings of goddesses from Greece.

"About time," she muttered, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

Too bad she was such a bitch.

"Like yesterday," Darren said simply.

I nodded and got my camera ready, guiding Darren to adjust the lighting. When I was ready, Christine snorted, untied her robe, and tossed it into a corner. My breath caught in my chest. She wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. She turned away from me and headed over to a dresser, pulling out a set of dark red lacy boyshorts and matching camisole, then she opened another drawer and drew out a garter belt and stockings. Her body was tight and lean, tall and statuesque, and there wasn't a single blemish on her smooth silky skin. Her breasts weren't as big as I'd thought, somewhere between mine and Sarah's, but her nipples were long and pointy. Also unlike me and Sarah, Christine had a small thatch of golden hair just above her mound, in the shape of a slightly rounded triangle. To me, it was like the X on a damn treasure map, and my mouth watered at the sight of her.

The bitch turned me on. Now I really hated her.

Christine took the lingerie with her and sat down on an elegant padded bench. A pair of red stiletto heels were sitting on the floor, and a dark red dinner dress was hanging nearby.

"Wipe your mouth, Amy," Christine said, but she wasn't looking at me.

But when I blinked, I realized she could see me in a mirror. I frowned and hid my blush behind the camera.

The shoot was indeed like yesterday. Christine went about dressing and undressing, and I shot her all the while. Granted, more than a few shots included stuff that couldn't be used, a nipple here, a glimpse of her smooth labia there, but the vast majority were perfect, her more womanly parts hidden by her limbs, clothes, or the furniture.

The only time I really had any trouble was when she leaned over to put on a pair of stockings. Her breasts were rubbing over her legs, and I guess the stimulation caused the tips to stiffen, and oh my gawd did she have the most incredible nipples I'd ever seen, beating out even Tabitha's mouthwatering assets by a fair margin.

When the shoot was over, Christine threw her robe on and patted Darren on the shoulder as she passed by him, completely ignoring me.

"Let me know if we have to do this again with someone else, would you, sweetie?" she told him.

I glared at her back, and when the curtains closed behind her, I realized that Darren hadn't said anything, hadn't defended me at all. He just gave me a sheepish look. It hurt my feelings a little that he hadn't taken my side. Granted, he hadn't taken Christine's side either, but it still sucked. Pissed off, I yanked the SD card out of my camera and threw in his general direction, but he managed to catch it with a quick lunge.

"Guess I'm done here," I muttered and stomped off.

I heard Darren calling me to come back, his tone pleading, but I ignored him. I was going to head straight for my car and go home, but Ginger rounded the corner right in front of me.

"Oh, hey!" she smiled, then frowned when she saw my expression. "Guess the shoot didn't go well."

"It went fucking perfect," I told her, crossing my arms. "But that bitch won't even acknowledge it."

Ginger gave me a hug, though I was still stiff and didn't relax into it, despite how good she smelled, how warm she was, or how nice she felt against me.

"Well, she'll have to when J.P. sees the results," she assured me.

"Maybe, but I doubt it," I huffed.

"Come on," she smiled again and hooked her arm around mine, walking me with her. "Let's go get me cleaned up and see if Rose needs any help."

I followed Ginger to the dressing room, where Rose was already stripping off her makeup. Ginger took a seat to do the same. Rose asked about the shoot so I relayed what I'd already told Ginger.

"So it really did go well, huh?" Rose asked, turning her chair to face me and crossing her legs.

She was wearing a black satin robe, and I was pretty sure nothing else, if the obvious outline of her big nipples were any indication of her state of undress. Crossing her legs made her robe split wide over her thighs too, and I watched the satin slide open wider in microscopic increments until I could almost see a good portion of her bare butt.

"Amy?" she said.

I blinked and shook my head. "Sorry. You were saying?"

Rose grinned knowingly, shifting in her chair, and this time the top of her robe opened a little more to reveal a substantial amount of fabulous cleavage. She repeated her question about the shoot.

"Oh, yeah, it was great, actually," I said, then sighed. "That's what stinks about the whole thing."

"How so?"

"She's beautiful, Rose," I wined. "So easy to work with, at least when she keeps her mouth shut."

"Oh," Rose pouted, then she brushed the fingertips of her hand down her caramel cleavage, opening her robe until the entire valley of her breasts were exposed. "I'm not pretty?"

I grinned. "That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"Can we finish this conversation in the shower?" Ginger asked, getting up from the chair and pinning her hair up in a bun.

For a moment, I was stunned. Ginger was incredibly cute without any makeup. She had this whole innocent-hometown-girl thing going on.

Rose grabbed my arm and tugged me along. "Gawd, yes. I'm dying for a shower."

I started to protest. "Hey, I don't really need to take a..."

"Oh, come on," Ginger said, looping her arm through mine opposite Rose. "A shower will do you good after dealing with Christine."

Rose gave me a wink. "Besides, Ginger hasn't seen you naked yet."

I glanced at Ginger and she bounced her eyebrows at me, making me laugh.

I'd never actually used the showers at Dangerous Angels, so I didn't have a locker assigned to me, nor anything to take a shower with, but Rose and Ginger told me I could use their stuff. The shower was just a big tiled square with four heads on each wall, and a bench down the middle of it in case someone wanted to steam for a while, and more benches were just outside the showers. The place was starting to fill up with steam by the time I found a towel and stripped down, and Rose was already under the spray of one of the heads.

"Damn, girl," Ginger said, bouncing up beside me as I stepped into the shower. She was looking at my butt. "You have the cutest little ass I've ever seen."

I chuckled and shook my head at her.

"I love her boobies," Rose grinned over at us.

"Boobies?" I raised an eyebrow, stepping under my own showerhead.

"Yeah, these are tits," she turned around and hefted her big breasts in her hands, then she pointed over at Ginger's even greater assets. "Those are fucking knockers," she said, making Ginger and I laugh. "And yours are adorably cute boobies."

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, turning my back to them to wet my face. "I'm not blessed in the chest. I get it."

"No, honey, that's not it," Rose replied, but she sounded closer now.

I turned around to find her standing right in front of me, and she reached out to cup both of my breasts in her hands.

"They're perfect," she smiled, then lifted an eyebrow. "Here, watch."

And with that, Rose leaned down, closed her mouth around my breast and pulled over half of it right between her lips. Her hot tongue pressed firmly against the underside of my breast, then licked up and over my nipple just as she sucked me firmly into her mouth.

"Wha...jeezus, Rose," I gasped, feeling a jolt of pleasure streak through me from my nipple to low in my stomach.

"Mmmm," she closed her eyes and cooed around a mouthful of my tit.

I just watched her suck noisily on my breast for a moment.

Rose released me with a wet slurp and turned her head to glance at Ginger, who had moved to stand right beside me. "Wow, you should try this."

"Yeah?" she raised a dark red eyebrow, then leaned down to latch onto my other breast.

"Oh my..." I gasped, both of them sucking on my tits at the same time, licking and slurping, nibbling and kissing.

Ginger took her mouth off my boob long enough to say, "God, they're amazing."

"Here," Rose said after taking her mouth off of me and moving to my side, but still cupping the breast she'd just been attending to. "Try this one."

"What are you two...?" I started to ask, but Ginger switched to the other breast and used her hand to play with the nipple that had just been inside her warm wet mouth.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head when Ginger switched breasts again. I felt Rose press her wet body against my side, my arm swallowed up in the valley of her breasts.

"Amy, can I ask you a question?" she purred.

"Sure," I breathed, hissing with delight when Ginger captured my nipple between her teeth and bit down just a little. "Go ahead. I don't think...gawd almighty!" I cried out, digging my hand into Ginger's hair and pulling her tight against my chest. "I don't think I'm going anywhere."

Rose giggled and whispered in my ear. "How do you and Sarah have sex?"

I laughed, but only briefly, because two of Ginger's fingers glided across my wet center. My belly tightened, and something inside me shifted.

"How do you think?" I lolled my head to the side to look at Rose.

She smiled and slid her hand down my back, stopping to lightly scratch her nails just above my butt. "Hands, fingers, mouths. You know, the usual."




Strange Days Ch. 61-65



"Almost," I managed to grin, but Ginger began licking and kissing the undersides of my breasts and slid two fingers inside me.

I was dimly aware that my cock was aching to be released, that if this continued, I was absolutely going to fuck one of them, if not both. No doubt Rose and Ginger thought they were just teasing me, having fun, but they had no idea what they were getting into. And you know what? I wasn't going to fight it. Well, not exactly.

"Oh, right!" Rose opened her eyes wide. "Dildos and vibrators!"

"And?" I asked, reaching out to wrap my hand around the back of her neck.

"Strapons?" she grinned.

I stared at her mouth, pulled on her neck to bring her closer, close enough that I could feel her warm breath on my mouth. Just as her lips grazed mine, Ginger's fingers found that spot inside me and gently pushed up against it. I cried out at the sensation, and I fought to keep myself in the right frame of mind, to experience this as a woman, not as a girl with a cock. The pressure was still there in my belly, but other than that, I had my hidden dong under control, allowing me to relish in the feel of my insides clamping down on Ginger's fingers.

"What else?" I asked Rose with a whisper, and gave her the lightest and most brief of kisses. Fuck me, her lips were soft and full.

Rose shivered and pressed herself against my side. "I don't know."

She felt amazing, so soft and warm. I wanted to feel her more fully, so I twisted my arm between Ginger and I and moved her behind me while turn to face Rose. Capturing Ginger's hand, I moved it to my breast, and thankfully, she took the hint, using both hands to play with my chest. I arched my back when she lightly pinched both of my nipples and gradually upped the pressure.

Putting my hand back on Rose's neck, I grabbed one of her hands and held it between us.

"What else, Rose?" I asked, kissing her more fully, licking my tongue along her lips. She tried to capture my tongue with her mouth, but I didn't let her. "Come on, Rose. For a bi, surely you know what else."

One of Ginger's hands began to slip down from my breast, smoothing over my belly, and the timing couldn't have been more perfect. I let my cock slide out of me. I wasn't fully erect, because I didn't want to be, not for what I had in mind, but given how wide I was being opened, I was very thick, easily as long as with Violet, but even wider, if that was possible.

I gave Rose a deep kiss, plunged my tongue into her mouth, then guided her hand to my thick shaft, just as Ginger's hand caressed over my thigh and found the wide base of me.

Rose gasped, and Ginger froze. Ginger moved first though, so slowly I wasn't sure it was happening, her fingers grazing the skin of my shaft, exploring, curling around me, then her warm hand gave me a firm squeeze.

"Holy shit," Ginger breathed.

Rose blinked at me in astonishment, and her hand curled around me too, then both of them tenderly stroked me, Rose down, Ginger up, and their hands met.

"W-what is..." Rose began, but I took her hand off of me, and Ginger's, and before either of them could take a gander at the inexplicable, I made my dong slide back inside me.

"Something wrong?" I asked innocently.

Rose stepped back, holding me at arm's length, and dropped her gaze between my legs. Ginger pressed up against my back and side to look too.

"What the hell?" Rose asked, looking up at me.

"I felt something," Ginger said.

Rose looked at her. "Yeah, no shit."

"I felt something," Ginger said again.

"Amy, what..." Rose looked at me, shaking her head. "What the hell!"

"I felt a cock!" Ginger yelped.

"I know!" Rose barked, making Ginger jump. She looked at me again and I only smiled for a moment.

Taking Rose's hands off my arms, I held them in mine and drew her close. Her eyes kept flicking down to my groin, probably expecting something to pop out at any moment.

"I have a question," I said, glancing briefly at Ginger over my shoulder, then looking back to Rose. "Do you believe in magic?"

Rose blinked, and Ginger said, "What?"

"I do," I bounced my eyebrows at Rose, then promptly stepped out of the shower, snatching up my towel along the way.

I actually managed to dry off and get my underwear and pants on before they came running out of the shower, practically tripping over each other. Rose nearly bowled Ginger right down to the floor, but Ginger managed to stay upright and keep Rose from going down too. They just froze in a really uncomfortable looking half-crouch, half-standing kind of pose, staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

In unison, they squealed, "What the fuck!"

I laughed, feeling oddly liberated.

"Well, now you know how Sarah and I have sex," I closed the clasp of my bra and shrugged into my shirt.

"But how..." Rose began.

"...can you possibly have..." Ginger picked up where Rose left off.

"...a cock?" I finished for them, grinning, then I put my hands on my hips and stepped up to them. "Tell you what. Why don't the two of you come over for dinner this Saturday?"

They blinked at me.

"Sevenish?" I asked, and when their mouths worked but nothing came out, I bounced up on my toes. "Great! See you guys then!"

I spun about on my heel and left them to finish showering on their own.

Okay, that was really damn fun.

Chapter 64

"You did what!" Sarah laughed out loud, throwing herself back against the couch with her arms crossed over her stomach. "You're fucking insane!"

"I know!" I plopped down beside her, leaning back and relaxing. "Gawd, Sarah, it felt so amazing to just...to just let go!"

Sarah smiled cheekily.

"What?" I asked her with a grin.

She shrugged, scooting around to lean back against the armrest, arms still crossed over her stomach. "I'm just happy to see you like this, comfortable with yourself."

I closed my eyes and sighed, enjoying the feel of the warm thick length of me pressed against my thigh in my pants. I'd let my penis out the moment I'd gotten home. "It feels great, Sarah." I looked at her and smiled. "And you know what? I'm actually looking forward to telling Mom."

She bounced her eyebrows. "I think you're just looking forward to showing more to Rose and Ginger."

"That too," I chuckled. "Gawd, you should have seen them, Sarah. They were practically falling all over themselves to get a look!"

We shared a laugh as I described the girls' reactions in detail.

"Now, what about Trevor?" Sarah asked.

"I know," I nodded with a frown. "He's going to be the toughest one to break the news to."

"I agree," she said, then asked, "But I bet it's not for the reason you think."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the obvious problem would be if you're bigger than him. Guys don't handle that kind of thing well. But you're in the clear on that one."

"You think so?"

Sarah smiled. "When you're with me, anyway. He's almost as big as you. Not quite as long, but just as wide. It's actually why I almost..."

I grinned when she trailed off. "Why you almost had sex with him?"

She blushed and smiled. "I like him. I really do. He's just such a sweet guy, and being hot doesn't hurt either."

I laughed. "No, it really doesn't."

Sarah sighed. "I knew you wanted all of us to be closer. Both of us did. We talked about it, you know, Trevor and I."

My eyebrows went up. "About having sex?"

She nodded and sat up straight, fidgeting with her hands in her lap. "Some things come naturally to me and Trevor. Like flirting? Gawd, we flirted all the time."

"I noticed," I said with a grin.

"But it was different when you weren't around," she told me, and she got a faraway look for a moment. I waited patiently for her to continue. "We would still flirt, but it was less playful, more potential to actually go somewhere."

"Like when he gave you a massage in the shower," I said.

She looked at me and smiled. "Yeah, like that." Then she frowned. "It was really confusing for me, Amy. When it was just he and I, alone, I liked playing with him, touching him. We'd fool around, everything but sex."

"Did that happen a lot?" I asked, because she made it sound like it was a regular occurrence.

"More or less, yeah," she shrugged. "The thing is, every time we got close to crossing that line, close to finally doing it, it was like a bucket of cold water being dumped over me. I just wasn't interested in sex with Trevor." She raised an eyebrow at me. "And believe it or not, he wasn't too comfortable with the idea of having sex with me either."

I scrunched up my face with disbelief. "Really?"

"Oh yeah," she said, leaning back again. "He told me he loved fooling around with me, but he was pretty sure the only way we'd ever do it was if he wasn't so committed to you. Since we were in agreement about not having sex, but we knew you wanted us to, we talked about it, about if we could do it, for you."

I'd had no idea they'd talked about it so much, but it kind of explained their behavior, the little uncomfortable moments between them. At the time, I'd sworn those moments were because the two of them were trying to decide if they should finally take the plunge, and apparently, that's exactly what had been going on.

Sarah chuckled. "After I got the strap-on, Trevor suggested I could close my eyes and pretend I was with you, and he could do the same, pretend he was with you too. Poor guy has no idea how faulty that plan is."

"Why?" I asked, genuinely curious.

Sarah gave me a sultry smile, then she crawled over to me on her hands and knees on the couch, swung her leg over to straddle me, and she kissed me softly. My hands immediately found their way inside the bottom of her shorts and cupped her tight ass, pulling her groin down against mine. My length was rapidly swelling with arousal and straining against the leg of my pants.

"Because you feel nothing like a strap-on, baby," she breathed against my mouth.

"Are you sure?" I asked, pushing her tight shirt up and off her, letting her big breasts spill out of her top with a lovely little bounce. I cupped her warm breasts in my hands and lightly tweaked both of her nipples, getting a cute moan from her. "Maybe you should check again, just to be certain."

Sarah grinned, chuckled, and rubbed the tip of her nose against mine. Scooting back off the couch, she leaned over me and pulled my pants down my legs, taking my underwear with them, and tossed them to the floor. My hard cock sprung up from my lap to slap against my stomach. Sarah stood kneeling over me, her beautiful boobs hanging down, and took my shaft in her hand, pulling my length away from my body, then promptly took me into her warm wet mouth.

"Oh, yes," I hissed, digging my fingers into her hair, holding her head with both hands, pushing her down so that more of my throbbing prick slipped over her tongue and into her mouth. After the incident with Ginger and Rose in the shower, I was dying for release. "More, Sarah," I gasped. "Please."

Sarah slurped on the end of me for a moment, took a deep breath, and took me deep into her mouth. The dripping head of my cock touched the soft opening of her throat and she pushed. Her throat was so tight as her lips slipped down my cock, inch after long hard inch disappearing into her gullet. In this position, she couldn't take all of me like that, but she easily swallowed two thirds of my thick pole. With my dong deep in her throat, Sarah bobbed her head up and down a few inches, fucking me with her mouth until her thick saliva coated me.

I could have let her do it all night, but I wanted more, needed more. Curling my fingers in her hair, I lifted her up and off my twitching tool, thick strands of spit anchoring the tip of my pre-slicked cock to her full lips.

Standing up, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her deeply, my dick thudding against her belly and leaving a slimy trail of arousal across her skin until it was pressed between us. I turned us around so that her back was to the couch, then fell to my knees to inch her shorts down her legs. She lifted her foot out of her shorts, and when she did the same with the other, her glistening mound revealed itself to me. I hooked her leg over my shoulder and closed my mouth over her slick sex, licking right up her folds and giving her swollen clit a gentle suck.

"You're so good at that, baby," Sarah cooed, hands in my hair as I feasted on her mound, sucking and licking, kissing and nibbling. "Gawd, I love the way you eat my pussy."

"Mmmm," I moaned, delighting in her sweet taste, her heady aroma, the warmth of her body. I loved foreplay with Sarah, but I could tell there wasn't going to be much of it tonight. A frenzy was building up between us, and fast.

I felt Sarah lean over me and grab the hem of my shirt, and when she began to pull it up my torso, I leaned away so that she could finally strip me naked and toss the shirt away. Every inch of my body quivered with arousal and need, an intensity I only ever felt for her. I stood up and grabbed her ass, picked her up off the floor. Sarah yelped with surprise and wrapped her arms and legs around me and kissed me.

Feeling my way around, I crawled up onto the couch on my knees with Sarah in my arms, my hard shaft rubbing against her slippery folds. When I pressed her against the couch, Sarah spread her arms wide along the back of it for support. I heaved her up, letting my aching cock spring up from under her, and found her wet center. Lowering my arms, I eased my thick dick into her tight cunt.

"Hohhshit," Sarah groaned, tossing her head back as my cock spread her insides apart, forced her open to accept me deep into her body.

With her feet on the couch cushions, I held her hips and began pumping my my thick cock in and out of her. Sarah's upper body was arched way back, her beautifully full breasts thrust up into the air.

"Fuck me, Amy," she groaned, gyrating her hips, massaging my aching length with her hot velvety sleeve.

I plowed in and out of her, fucked her faster and harder, but I couldn't get as deep as I wanted in this position. Sliding a hand up her back, I pulled her towards me and inched forward on my knees, crushing her against the cushions, forcing her upright, and when I let her body down, every last hard inch of me squeezed inside her.

"Oh my fucking gawd," she whimpered, shivering against me, her hot little pussy fluttering around me, squeezing and sucking me inside her.

Wrapping my arms tightly around her waist, I held her in place and moved only my hips, fucking her hard and fast, so deep, her body so perfect against mine. Our groins slapped against each other every time I fucked myself to the hilt into her heavenly cunt.

"So good, baby," Sarah cooed, her head leaning over mine, her arms around my neck, hugging me to her chest. "So fucking good."

"You're so tight, Sarah," I told her, pumping my hips, senses swimming in her scent, the sounds she made, the feel of her.

"I'm yours, Amy," she told me, clawing at my shoulders, shuddering. "My pussy is yours, my ass, my mouth."

I shivered, fucked her harder, faster, thick cock slashing in and out of her noisily, the sound and scent of sex filling the apartment. A knot formed in my belly, tight and tighter, threatening to release in an explosion of heavenly bliss.

"I belong to you," she hissed, thrusting her hips as best she could to fuck me back. "Every part of me." She tightened her arms around my neck and I felt her insides quiver around my twitching cock. God, I loved it when she was submissive like this. When she spoke again, it was fast and breathless."Fuck me, Amy. Use me. Take me for your pleasure. Use me to make yourself come."

The knot snapped. "Sarah!"

She groaned from low in her chest, body shaking with a powerful climax.

Thick cum burst from the end of me, pulsed deep inside her, and still I fucked her. My spurting cock plowed her open, forceful strokes that nudged my cock against the back of her cumming cunt. I filled her with hot jizz, held her body tight, threw my head back with a groan and jammed every inch of me into her tunnel until the last of my spend was inside her, too much for her tight hole to contain, pouring down between my legs.

"Jeezus, baby," Sarah sighed when it was over, going limp in my arms, pressing feathery kisses to my brow. "That was fucking amazing."

"Uh-huh," I whimpered in agreement, burying my head between her breasts.

The warmth of her and scent of her skin was unreal, a drug to my senses. I kissed the valley of her breasts, delighting in the taste of her sweaty skin.

Sarah chuckled, "Those girls really did a number on you, didn't they?"

"Yeah," I sighed, kissing my way over one of her breasts, felt her stiff nipple against my lips, and sucked it into my mouth.

Sarah hissed and held my head to her breast. My cock twitched inside her cum-drenched sheathe, and before I knew it, I was fucking her again, but slowly this time.

"More?" she asked.

I leaned back to look up at her, gazing down at me in lust and wonder. She was so beautiful, so amazing, so very perfect, my Sarah.

"Always."

Chapter 65

Once again I was standing in Jean Pierre's immaculately white office, watching him from the other side of his desk as he stared at the huge screen, shots from my session with Christine flicking by frame by frame. This had been going on for almost fifteen minutes now, and he hadn't said a word yet. Every now and then, Jean Pierre would mutter something under his breath in French, and maybe, if I was lucky, he would nod or shrug a shoulder. In his typical fashion, he hadn't invited me to sit down either, so I remained standing between two very comfortable looking chairs.

The lost shot faded to black, and finally, he came around the desk to stand in front of me, clasped his hands behind his back, and gave me a level look.

"Is not shit," he shrugged.

Not shit? Not shit!

Then he smiled, threw his arms out and wrapped me up in a hug. "Is incredible!"

"Really?" I asked.

Christine had been a royal bitch to me, but during the shoot, aside from the occasional snide look, she had actually been quite professional. I was really proud of the results of the shoot, but still, Jean Pierre totally caught me by surprise.

"Magnifique, dear child," he said softly, still holding me and rocking gently side to side. "Magnifique. And while I wish to say don you dare leev us a'gan," he almost whispered, leaning back to cup my face in his soft hands. He shook his head. "Sadly, dis will not be de case."

I wasn't sure what he meant at first. That I won't be leaving won't be the case? Wait, so I was leaving?

"Am I being fired?" I kind of choked out.

Jean Pierre laughed and dropped his hands to my shoulders, giving them a squeeze before he went back to his side of the desk. "Non. Clarisse has already seen dis latest work of you."

Before I could ask him to clarify that, he smiled cheekily. "You, Amy Carter, are going to shoot for Armia."

My mouth fell open.

"Armia?" I breathed.

"Oui."

"I'm shooting for Armia?"

"Oui!" he squeaked with delight.

"I'm shooting for Armia!" I practically screamed, and I couldn't contain my excitement.

I threw myself at him again, hugging him tightly. He just lifted me right off the floor and twirled me around in his arms, laughing. This was a huge opportunity for me. Massive. Ginormous! No, it was un-fucking-believable!

Wait, that meant...

When my laughter died down, Jean Pierre set me back down, and I just looked at him through teary eyes.

"W-what about my work here?" I stammered.

He smiled sweetly and took both of my hands in his. "I am sure Clarisse will loan you to me now and den."

That did make me smile, but it didn't stop the tears from spilling over. This was my first real job doing what I loved, and I'd learned so very much here, made good friends too. Well, work friends, anyway. You know the difference, I'm sure. But still, they were important to me.




Strange Days Ch. 61-65



"Amy," Jean Pierre said, squeezing my hands. "Dis is a wonderful opportunity for you. Would be foolish to pass up."

"I know," I nodded, taking one of my hands back to wipe at my eyes.

Jean Pierre gave me the handkerchief from his suit jacket, despite there being a perfectly good box of tissues on his desk - albeit surrounded by a white marble container, naturally. It was such a simple thing to do, harmless really, but such a sweet gesture that I started crying again. I hugged him with one arm, and he hugged me back, hanging his head down beside mine. I kept the hanky pressed to my face so that I would ruin his suit.

"I am so very proud of you," he said softly, rocking me again. "You have learned to fly here, but eet would not be right to cage you." He leaned back and held my shoulders, shook his head and looked at me with a kind of wonder. "What you did with Christine...eet was merveilleux, wonderful."

"Thank you," I choked out through a smile, and not wanting to make a mess of his hanky, I grabbed a tissue and blew my nose.

"Besides," Jean Pierre grinned. "I have seen you with Rose lately, and you know my rule."

I grinned back. "No fucking..."

...ze models." He finished with me, smiling happily.

We laughed and hugged.

Jean Pierre walked me out of his office, again telling me how proud he was of me, and how much he was going to miss me. Apparently, he snuck around the sets during the shoots, because I'd had no idea how much he enjoyed watching me and the girls flirt back and forth with each other.

He also told me to see Darren for the details on my first shoot at Armia. After we parted ways outside his office, I headed for the floor to find Darren. Only when I saw him did the gravity of what Jean Pierre had said hit me. There was only one reason I would be seeing Darren about my first shoot at Armia.

He saw me coming, smiled widely and caught me in his arms when I leapt into them. Much as Jean Pierre had done, Darren twirled me around in his arms, laughing. He set me down and I stepped back, grabbing his arms.

"You're coming with me, aren't you?" I asked.

He nodded. "J.P. didn't want to split us up, told Clarisse we were a package deal."

I squealed and hugged him again.

"What you are two prisses so happy about?" came Christine's snooty voice.

I took a step away from Darren to see her looking at us, arms crossed under her breasts over her robe, hip pushed out to one side, looking supremely arrogant. Letting go of Darren, I calmly walked over to her. Christine actually leaned away a little bit when I got close, and she almost jumped when I suddenly hugged her tightly.

"Christine, you can be an incredible bitch," I said softly, hating her and not at the same time. She stiffened against me, and I heard her take a breath, probably to make a snotty retort, but I didn't give her the chance. "But you are amazingly beautiful, wonderful to shoot, and I have to thank you."

Just before I stepped back, she relaxed against me, but only a little. She just stood there for a moment, staring at me. I'd spoken truthfully, from the heart, and I think Christine was trying not to believe me. Then she looked at Darren.

"What's going on?" she asked him.

"Amy just got picked up by Armia," he grinned. "And I'm going with her."

"Have you seen the shots yet?" I asked her.

Christine turned her stunned eyes on me and gave a slight shake of her head.

"They're beautiful," I told her, fixing her with my gaze, and I felt myself blushing. "Thank you, again."

Christine just blinked at me, but finally said, "S-sure. No problem."

"Come on," Darren said, taking my arm. "Let's go break the news to Rose."

It didn't take us long to find her, and when we did, she practically screamed the news across the building, she was so excited. I think she was happy that we'd be working together more often now, since most of her time modeling was spent with Armia these days.

Darren and Kara got permission from Jean Pierre to take a group lunch, and just about everyone piled into cars and stormed an Italian joint that was a local favorite. Darren and Rose sat on either side of me throughout lunch, and Rose had her arm around me most of the time, hugging me to her side every few minutes, it seemed. Eventually, they had to go back to work, but I was done for the day, according to Darren.

"So, what can you tell me about our next shoot?" I asked him as he slipped his light jacket on.

"Our next shoot?"

"Yeah," I smiled and bumped his hip with mine while walking through the parking lot to his car, Rose on the other side of me. "You're my wingman."

He chuckled. "So long as you're not trying to pick up a girl. But a guy, now that's something I can help you with."

"Speaking of, how is the sasquatch doing?" Rose asked.

We shared a laugh at the rub. Darren's boyfriend was notoriously hairy, and Rose was constantly teasing him about it.

"He's just fine, thank you very much," he swatted her on the ass, making her dance away, then he turned to me. "I'm still ironing out the details of the next shoot, but I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."

"Yeah?" I smiled.

"Definitely," he nodded.

With nothing else to do for the afternoon, I went home to an empty apartment, stripped out of my clothes and threw on a fluffy robe, then plopped down on the couch with my cell phone. There was someone I wanted to share the news with.

"Hello?"

I smiled at the sound of Trevor's voice. "Hey, baby."

"Hey yourself," he replied, and I could tell he was smiling too.

"You're never going to believe what happened today," I said, and I told him about moving to Armia.

Trevor was thrilled. Both he and Sarah knew that Armia was where I wanted to work in the first place. He couldn't have been happier.

"I miss you," he said softly.

I sighed and swung my legs up onto the couch so that I could lie down. "I miss you too."

"Yeah? How much?"

I grinned and toyed with the tie on my robe. "Well, do you have any idea how long it's been since I've had a nice hard cock in me?"

Trevor laughed, a deep masculine sound that made me shiver. "Actually, I know precisely how long it's been, seeing as how I've been counting the days."

I missed him on an emotional level, certainly, but it seemed my body was missing him more than my heart just then, because I asked him, "Do you miss my little pussy too?"

"Shit, yes," he groaned then he said, "Wait a minute. Don't you two still have that strap-on?"

"Yeah, but Sarah's more a receiver than a giver in that regard," I told him. Technically, it was the truth, since she didn't have a cock, and I did. Of course, I left that part out.

"Are you alone right now?" he asked.

I grinned. "Yes. Why?"

"Because I think you should go get your friend."

"Trevor!" I teased him, pretending to be shocked. "Are you suggesting that I have phone sex with you?"

I could hear the grin in his voice. "Are you saying you don't want to?"

"I totally didn't say that," I giggled.

I bounced up from the couch and got my big and trusty floppy dildo from the dresser. I mean, come on, using the strap-on on myself seemed rather redundant, you know, with me being a dickgirl and all. I almost grabbed the bottle of lube that Violet left over, but I could feel myself getting warm and wet, so figured I wouldn't need it. But, just as I turned around, I got an idea and grabbed the lube anyway.

"Okay," I said into the phone, flopping back down on the couch with my robe open. "I hope you have some lube at hand, Trevor."

"You could say that," he laughed, but there was a breathless note to it.

"Hey, did you start without me?" I asked.

"Uh, n-no, why?" he replied rather quickly.

"You did!" I teased him with a huff. "Fine. I'll just have to catch up."

The thing was, picturing him with his hand wrapped around his hard length, stroking up and down his shaft, glistening with lube, it wasn't going to take me long. My belly tightened, and when I reached down to spread the lips of my pussy open, I found myself hot and soaking wet. Only then did I notice how fast I was breathing, how hard my heart was pounding in my chest.

"Sounds like you already have caught up," Trevor chuckled.

"Yeah, maybe," I nodded, forgetting that he couldn't see it.

I was about to lube up the dildo that had gotten me through so many lonely nights before Freyja's magic had come into my life, but I was pretty sure I didn't need it. Lining up the fake dong, I felt myself opening up to the big head of it. I eased it in, arched my back at the feel of it stretching me open so wide, my cunt clamping down on its somewhat spongy girth.

"Holy shit, Trevor," I hissed, feeling the fat fake cock rub right over that spot deep inside me, pressing up against it deliciously. "Oh my fucking gawd, this feels good."

"Is it stretching you?" he asked breathlessly. "I know how tight you are, like you're squeezing me with your hand."

"It's big," I nodded to myself, arching my back again with another groan when the end of the big dildo found the end of me, filling me completely. "But not hard, like you." Slowly, I dragged the thick dick out, until it almost fell out completely, then pushed it back in. "Harder is soooo much better."

"You have no idea how hard I am right now," he groaned, and I could faintly hear his hand working his lubed cock now.

"Trevor," I hissed, cramming myself full of fake dick and keeping it there. "Do you have your laptop?"

"Why?" he sounded confused.

I grinned. "Pull up your favorite porn."

"Okay," he laughed, and he rummaged around frantically for a minute or two.

I waited patiently, working the dildo in and out of my clenching cunt. Then the elevator groaned its way up from the lobby. I almost laughed, realizing Sarah was home early. Trevor was still getting his porn ready when she stepped into the apartment and the elevator closed behind her. I couldn't see her, lying on the couch as I was, but I heard her walking over, dropping her bag and backpack along the way, then she came around the couch. Sarah raised an eyebrow at me and grinned.

I smiled up at her and said, "Trevor and I are having phone sex."

"Sarah's there?" Trevor asked, and he sounded kind of panicked.

"She is now," I giggled, then promptly shut up when Sarah starting stripping out of her clothes. "And I think she wants to fuck me."

Trevor laughed. "Good thing you have that strap-on, huh?"

I didn't answer him, what with being a bit preoccupied by Sarah's perfect breasts bouncing out of her shirt, her smooth mound coming into view when her pants fell to her ankles. Taking off her shoes, she pointed between my legs and mouthed the word 'cock'.

I nodded and she grinned at me, tossing her shoes away.

"Okay, I'm ready," Trevor finally said.

"Are you looking at dickgirls?" I asked, pulling the dildo out of me with a wet squelch.

"Yeah," he chuckled.

Sarah turned her back to me and bent over, reaching behind her to pull one of her ass cheeks aside, showing me how wet she was already, and giving me the hottest 'fuck me' look over her shoulder. I sat up on the couch with my feet on the floor, legs slightly spread. Sarah spread her legs too, then she folded her upper body down against her legs until she was upside down, looking at me from between them, muscles strained and beautiful.

Jeezus, I'd forgotten how limber she was.

"Tell me what they look like," I told Trevor.

"Beautiful," he said, almost reverently, and his hand was working his cock again, a faint slippery sound in the background. "So perfect, so feminine, but so much more."

With a thought, and a loud moan that I couldn't hold in, my cock pushed through my hot pussy, speared out of my folds and slapped hard against my stomach, wet with my arousal. Strange thing was, it hadn't hurt at all. I glanced down past my breasts to see my thick length throbbing against my stomach, the head past my navel. A great dollop of glistening pre oozed out of the tip to pool on my skin, with another right behind it.

"You like looking at chicks with dicks, don't you?" I asked, scooping up the warm precum with my hand and spreading it around the end of me while Sarah backed up towards me.

Realizing what she had in mind, I scooted my butt forward until I was perched right on the edge of the couch, spreading my legs wide to push the dildo back inside me, then I closed my legs, trapping it there. Sarah straddled my legs, still standing, and put her hands on my knees.

"Yeah, I do," Trevor said quietly.

My girldong spit more precum into my hand, and I spread it down my length. Holding my cock, I put a hand on Sarah's bottom and guided her down, fit the fat end of me at her opening, and guided her down.

"Fuck, baby," Sarah breathed, too quiet for Trevor to hear.

Her hot slippery cunt gulped me right inside her, spread over the end of me, silken folds so hot, so tight.

"You like how hard they are?" I asked Trevor, watching as Sarah lowered her behind, swallowing inch after hard inch of me with her eager pussy.

He hesitated for a moment, but said, "Yes."

"Would you fuck one, Trevor?" I asked him, putting both hands on Sarah's behind to push her up and down my thick dong. "Would you fuck a dickgirl if she asked you to?"

"Amy..." he hissed.

Sarah leaned forward a little more, giving me an even better view of her hole stretched so tightly around me. I'd never had this point of view before, never realized how very much I filled her, how close I was to being too big for her, so thick that her outer labia were pulled in just a little when my cock pushed inside her, and just a little more shimmering pink appeared when my thick length dragged out. All the while my cunt was squeezing the dildo inside me.

"They need it too, you know," I told Trevor, and he had no idea how very truthful I was being just then. "They're as much a woman as any other, and they need a good fuck just as much as the next."

And it really was the truth. I loved having sex with my cock, but I still wouldn't argue against what Violet would call a good deep dicking either.

"Would you, Trevor?" I asked, almost pleaded as my cunt clamped down on the dildo so hard that I worried it might rocket right out of me, and to add fuel to the fire, my cock throbbed inside of Sarah. "Would you fuck a dickgirl?"

"Jeezus, Amy," he grunted.

"Would you fill her with your hard cock, baby?" I cooed, feeling my thick dong swell inside Sarah. My gaze was fixed to the lovely lines of her back and shoulders, muscles corded beneath her flawless skin, her perfect ass bouncing up and down, her tight gash swallowing me whole with every hard plunge. "Would she have to beg, plead for your dick inside her, your cum filling her?"

"Fuck," Trevor groaned.

I was so close. So fucking close.

"Gawd, Amy," Sarah hissed, and I felt her warm wet walls flutter around me.

"Come for us, Trevor," I told him, and he groaned loudly. "Come for Sarah." And what I said next shocked even me. "Come for your dickgirl."

Trevor let loose a roaring grunt. "Fuck!"

And that just flat did it for me. I held Sarah's butt tight and slammed her down, spearing her with every inch of me. Something inside me exploded, my cock lurched hard, swelled up so much that there was simply no room left inside of Sarah. Hot cum spewed out of me in what felt like a constant stream that lasted a full second, and Sarah screamed.

I could hear Trevor grunting through the phone, could hear Sarah grunting above me. Her hot cunt milked my erupting length. Warm goo spurted forcefully out of the tight seal where our bodies were joined, spraying messily over my groin, so much thick cum that it splattered up my belly and poured over my hips.

And that was just the beginning.

My cock fired again, only the mess it made this time was unreal, backflowing so hard and fast from Sarah's overstuffed pussy that some of the white goo actually made it up to my boobs.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Trevor grunted into the phone.

I pulled Sarah down, kept her ass pinned against my thighs while I ground my cock into her, pumped so much cum inside her that I felt it pooling thickly beneath me on the couch, spilling over the edge, spreading along the floor around my feet.

My vision swam, dark spots blotting out the apartment, and still I came. I was dimly aware of my hands falling from Sarah's behind, of her leaning back against me, grabbing my hands and pulling my arms around her waist while my aching dick spewed over and over inside her, splatting loudly on the couch and floor.

I don't think I was out very long. When I came too, Sarah was walking around the couch with a tall glass of protein shake. Besides the fact that they helped speed along my recovery, and build back up the muscle that I'd lost over the months, they also had the distinctive benefit of a very rapid recovery from explosive orgasms, like I'd just had. I mean, come on, you can't spew out as much cum as this and not need to replace your fluids.

Sarah had my phone to her ear too, and she was talking to Trevor while she set down the glass on the coffee table and offered me her hand.

"You should have seen it," she chuckled, helping me sit up on the cum-drenched couch, then handed me my shake. Taking the phone away from her ear, she put it on speaker-phone mode.

Trevor's tired voice came through the phone, "I don't exactly see how you can fuck her unconscious with a strap-on, especially if you're the one on the receiving end."

Sarah chuckled again, hands on her hips as she flicked her gaze down to my messy groin, still slick with so much jizz. My girl dong lay long, thick, and limp over my thigh, slimy and bloated, the end of me lying in a small pool of white.

"Magic, Trevor," she said, smiling down at me.

She could have pointed out that the strap-on was double-ended, and thus pleasured both the giver and the taker. Instead, she let the truth kind of hang out there silently.

"Did you have a good cum, Amy?" Trevor asked, and I could hear his smile.

I looked around me, the couch soaked with spooge - that would be a bitch to clean up - and my body a mess of gooey jizz. I was thickly coated in the stuff from my thighs up to my lower abdomen, and heavily spattered up to the top of my chest.

"You could say that," I snickered.

"How about you, Sarah?" he asked.

"Uh-huh," she smiled, then smoothed her hands up her body, sweat and cum mixing over her stomach and breasts. She caught her nipples between her thumbs and fingers and gave them a little tweak. "I don't think I'm done with our girl though."

Trevor said something, or asked something, but I didn't catch it. I was too distracted by my thick dong, which was rapidly filling with blood and rising up from my thigh. I was a little over half-hard when Sarah stepped up onto the couch and stood over me, then bent her knees and grabbed the back of the couch with one hand, using the other to grab hold of me.

"You can't get enough, can you?" Trevor asked her, chuckling.

My dick was still hardening, but Sarah wasn't waiting. She crouched over me, fit the spongy tip of me at her opening, held onto my shaft, and lowered her hips. Her gooey cunt spread over my cockhead, snapped tight around the crown, then slowly gobbled up my long shaft.

My head fell back and I groaned at the feel of her, so warm and snug. With her feet on the couch and her legs spread, I could see the soft lips of her heavenly little pussy splayed wide around the very root of me. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open in a cute O. Sarah smacked her lips and rotated her hips a little, massaging my hardening length with her hot fleshy sleeve.

She opened her eyes and gave me a dreamy look, finally answering Trevor. "I'll get enough eventually."

"Are you fucking her again?" he asked.




Strange Days Ch. 61-65



"Nope," Sarah shook her head, flexing her insides, squeezing me with her sopping heat. She gave me a sly grin. "But I've got her big cock stuffed way up inside me."

I smiled and shook my head at her.

Trevor snorted. "Bet you wouldn't mind if she was a dickgirl."

Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Now wouldn't that be the most perfect thing in the world?"

My eyes went wide at the conversation. I was almost fully erect by that point. It was taking a while, given how hard I'd come so recently, but Sarah's clasping cunt was speeding me along.

"Really now?" Trevor asked with a masculine chuckle.

"Absolutely," Sarah said, leaning forward a little to put both hands on the back of the couch. I set my hands on her sweaty hips and lovingly smoothed them up her sides and back in to cup her breasts. Meanwhile, Sarah lifted her hips, dragging my almost fully hard cock out of her, only to lower her eager cunt down every thick inch of me.

"Think about it, Trevor," Sarah said, slowly fucking me, my now fully erect length spreading her wide and spearing deep into her perfect body. "She's so beautiful, our Amy." She cocked her head and gave me a dreamy grin. "Think about how much you love fucking her, being inside her, hearing her come for you."

She was really fucking me now, slowly lifting her tight folds up my length and quickly dropping back down.

"Are you trying to make me jerk off again?" Trevor laughed, but his voice was strained.

Sarah didn't answer him. "Are you thinking about it, Trevor, about how much you love Amy's body, how much you love her perfect little cunt?"

Speaking of which, I was leaking girl juice all over the couch. I could feel myself literally dripping with arousal, and it was only then that I realized the dildo had come out of me at some point, probably when I passed out.

"Yes," Trevor said, voice low and deep.

"Now imagine her with a nice big thick cock," she said, putting a lot of emphasis on that last word. "A cock only a dickgirl can have."

Her hips rose and fell fast and faster, smooth groin slapping lightly against mine. She was so wet that she rode me with ease, but she was still so very tight.

"Imagine what the three of us could do, Trevor," Sarah said breathily, muscles straining, tits bouncing in my hands with every thrust of her hips, nipples so swollen between my fingers.

"Jeezus, Sarah," Trevor groaned.

"Should could fill me up so nicely," she told him, her brow pinching with concentration while my breathing sped up and a knot formed inside me. "And you could be there, be with us, fucking her while she fucked me."

He groaned again, much louder.

My cock throbbed inside Sarah, and despite the messy climax I'd just had, another was building up inside me, fast.

"I want that, Trevor," Sarah said, looking at me dreamily again, and I felt her insides grow hotter, wetter, flutter around my swelling pole. "The three of us, all cocks and cunts, fucking and sucking and licking, a bundle of limbs and sweaty bodies, coming for all we can."

Without missing a beat, Sarah rose up until just the bloated tip of me remained inside her clasping sheath, then she slammed down, fucking onto me so hard that the end of me nudged against the back of her slippery cunt.

Trevor came again in a series of shouting grunts. Sarah pressed her forehead to mine and wailed with release, and my cock spit a second fiery load of thick cream into her climaxing cunt. When it was over, yet more jizz had pooled on the couch around my butt. Not nearly as much as before, but certainly enough to add to the mess.

Sarah just sat there on my lap, gooey cunt milking my softening penis, her panting breath warm on my face. I felt her give me a sweet kiss on my nose, my closed eyes, then my mouth. When she drew away, she gave me a supremely satisfied but sleepy smile.

"Imagine that, Trevor," she said, still catching her breath, cupping my cheek with her hand. "Imagine how wonderful it would be if Amy was our dickgirl."

Trevor chuckled and said, "What dreams may come, right?"

I smiled up at her, amazed by how clever she could be, that in a way, she'd just convinced Trevor that me having a cock would be okay. No, better than okay. Hot.

"Exactly, Trevor," she breathed, giving me a slow but deep kiss. "Exactly."



Strange Days Ch. 66-68



Delays, delays, delays. I've edited, re-edited, and re-re-edited this segment so many times now. Pretty sure I've caught as many errors as I'm going to at this point. I'm also tried a new submission method. Rather than submitting a word file, I'm sending it via plain text and formatting tags. Hopefully it comes through okay, but the main reason I'm doing this is to shave time off the posting process.

More to come, and as always, thank you for reading.

-redskyes

Chapter 66

Sarah was, of course, thrilled about me being hired by Armia. Darren called me the next morning and told me I had the rest of the week off. I hadn't interviewed with Armia, hadn't filled out any paperwork, hadn't even talked to anyone, yet I was getting paid anyway, which was odd, but not unwelcome. Darren called it standby pay. If something came up, I was expected to be available.

Saturday came fast, but the night before, Sarah and I had Violet and Holly over. We told them about our idea to break in Rose and Ginger, and that I'd done a little prep work already. They couldn't have been more excited, though the only thing that Violet really wanted to know was who was fucking who. To my surprise, I almost called dibs on Violet. It had been a while since we'd been together, and I missed her, but it felt wrong when I considered Holly. Maybe it was because I knew how Violet felt about me, that it wouldn't just be sex for her, that it would be something more.

So it was decided; me and Sarah, Holly and Violet.

When Saturday evening rolled around, the four of us were ready to go. Holly was wearing loose black slacks and a matching vest, and nothing else, except for black strappy sandals. Her breasts were tiny compared to the rest of us, but the upper slopes of her boobs were clearly on display, and I found it surprisingly enticing. We also knew she chose the pants so that she could hint at what hung between her legs. She hadn't had much choice either. Given how petite she was, the fat end of her hung just past her knees, so if she wanted to tease the girls, there was no way she could pull off shorts or a skirt.

Her thick length was lying alongside her right leg, and if she sat down or moved just right, you could barely make out the long lump of it beneath the fabric. Considering that Holly usually wore cutoff shorts and a baby tee, her clothing was quite a departure from the norm.

Violet had also broken tradition by wearing a dark green over-the-shoulder dress that had been tailored to her voluptuous curves. Sure, it was out of season, what with winter coming and all, but she looked fantastic. Her huge breasts were pushed up and together, creating some fantastic cleavage, and her long red hair had been brushed out to lay over her shoulders in gentle waves.

Sarah was also wearing a dress, though unlike Violet's, whose fell to her shins, Sarah's stopped just above her knees, and it was dark gray. Thin barely-there straps tied behind her neck to keep the dress up, which was cut so low in the back that I could see the upside down triangle of so soft skin just above her tight butt.

I'd almost worn pants too, but decided to go with a dress instead. Sarah had picked it out for me, a black number cut like hers, only not so low in the back, but it was slit way up the side, past my hip. Depending on how I moved, I was flashing most of my left ass cheek now and then. And, just like with Holly, every once in a while, you might catch a glimpse of my penis - Sarah's idea.

Actually, she took the idea a step further only ten minutes after suggesting it in the first place. If I was sure at any point that Rose or Ginger glimpsed my gift, I should make it go back inside me, so that when they tried harder to get another look, they wouldn't find anything. At least not unless I wanted them to. And that was the idea, for both Holly and I to hint at what was between our legs, but not actually reveal it until the right moment came along.

The apartment was clean, lighting muted, soft music played in the background, and appetizers were in the oven, almost ready to go. When the intercom went off, Violet and I both jumped out of our seats, but Sarah and Holly rose calmly, perfectly at ease. They seemed amused by our excitement more than anything else.

I released the elevator from the lobby, and while all of us waited, Violet nudged my ribs with her elbow.

"Your garden looks like shit, by the way," she told me, fluffing her hair with hands.

I narrowed my gaze at her. "Are you trying to tell me I need to shave?"

Violet and Holly burst out laughing, but Sarah only giggled - she'd shaved me that very morning, so she knew that wasn't what Violet had been referring to.

"No, dumbass," Violet snickered. "I'm talking about the courtyard."

"Yeah, I know. We just haven't had time to plant anything, and we don't have any neighbors yet to do their part, if you haven't noticed."

"Well, give me a ring sometime and I'll help," Violet told me.

"Makes me wonder if this place is haunted or something," Holly commented.

"What do you mean?" Sarah asked her.

Holly gestured around us as the elevator groaned to a stop. "Prime real estate like this, in New York, and you two are the only tenants?"

"I'm amazed we got it in the first place," I snorted.

"Right?" Sarah nodded. "Kind of thing only happens in amateur stories."

At last, the elevator doors opened and there stood Rose and Ginger, both carrying overnight bags. A flurry of extremely girly squeals erupted from everyone - but not from me, I'm proud to say - and hugs and kisses ensued.

Rose was dressed much like Holly, dark slacks but with a close-fitting jacket instead of a vest, and she was wearing a black lacy bra beneath it. The jacket showed a little of her smooth stomach too, and it was helped by how low her slacks sat on her hips. Her dark hair was loose, falling freely about her shoulders.

Ginger, on the other hand, was dressed casually. She wore trendy gray pants and a baby tee that had various sizes of print on it, the first line reading "can you read this?", and in smaller print, the second line read "you're not close enough." The print got smaller and smaller from there, so I had to squint, and eventually move towards her, reading the lines that said, "the words are pretty small.", "and getting so much smaller.", "smile for me.", and I did, and the last line read, "NOW you're close enough."

That's when I realized I was standing so close to Ginger that I could feel the warmth of her chest on my face. When I looked up, she was grinning down at me.

"Cute," I smiled.

With a giggle, Ginger gave me another hug. She kept her arm around my waist as I moved to her side so that she could look around.

"Damn, chicky, your place is awesome!" Ginger gave her praise.

Sarah picked up their overnight bags and took them to the room they would be staying in.

"You should have seen it before the walls went up," Violet told her.

"You mean you didn't have any?" Ginger asked, glancing over to where the bedrooms were.

"Just the bathroom," I said, adding, "Other than that, there wasn't any privacy, not even the shower."

"Lack of privacy isn't always a bad thing," Violet said, giving me a cute grin.

I fussed with my hair - which was still far too short to fuss with - to hide my blush.

"Oh, right. The shower," Rose said, taking Ginger's hand and pulling her that way. "You are going to love their shower."

Violet came up beside me and nudged me with her shoulder, "Hopefully, that will be a literal statement later on."

"You're such a guy," I grinned at her, and Holly chuckled.

Violet's cell phone rang. She checked the caller and started away from us for privacy, but bounced her eyebrows at me and said, "I bet you a hundred that Trevor wouldn't say that to me."

At the same time, Holly and I called after her, "What does that mean?"

But Violet ignored us, answering the call near the kitchen. She said something into her phone, nodded with a grin that slowly widened into a sweet smile that reached her eyes, and - wait, did Violet just blush? - and I think she told them she'd call them back, because she ended the call and left her phone on the counter, joining the others in the living room.

Holly and I laughed, but then she gave me a serious look.

"No, seriously, what did she mean?" she asked, hands clasped in front of her.

"Oh, nothing," I waved my hand. "Pretty sure that Trevor is the only guy she's ever really been attracted to."

"Violet is attracted to Trevor?" she said, making a face that clearly stated she didn't believe a word of it, and might have even found it distasteful.

"Well, you know Violet," I turned to Holly. "She's all about the playground rules for boys."

Holly shook her head, not following.

I smiled. "If she likes someone, she teases them, relentlessly."

"Oh," she nodded, glancing over to where Violet was talking to Ginger, and from the way Violet was cupping her chin and leaning back to look Ginger over, I was guessing they were talking about her painting the stunning model. Holly looked back at me. "You don't think she wants him, do you?"

Something about her tone put me on alert, and when I took a good look at her, I figured out what it was. Right then, Holly was lacking the usual confidence she carried.

"I think she just likes to get a rise out of him, is all," I said, hoping to reassure her.

Holly wrung her hands together. "But they haven't, you know, done anything. Have they?"

"Violet and Trevor?" I snorted. "Gawd, no. It's hard enough to get him and Sarah to do anything."

Holly was curious about that last bit, not having heard about the latest developments in our little threesome of a relationship. I told her how Trevor and Sarah had almost had sex, but they'd put the brakes on the next morning. They were still close, still intimate, but as friends only."

Holly frowned, looking at Sarah. "Friends don't shower together, not when one of them is a guy."

"I guess they're a little more than friends, then," I conceded, glancing over at Sarah just in time to see her lean over to set down appetizers on the coffee table, her tight butt thrust out quite nicely, just begging to be grabbed.

"But Violet and Trevor," Holly began, staring at her girlfriend, then she looked at me. "They aren't a little more than friends, right?"

"Holly," I took her hand and walked her with me to sit down on the couch. "What's going on?"

"Oh, it's nothing," she gave me a fake laugh and equally fake smile, waving her hand dismissively. When I didn't acknowledge her, she sighed and squeezed my hand a little. "I don't know. I mean...well, you know Violet. She's not a one woman kind of girl." 

I nodded, understanding that quite clearly, considering how she felt about both me and Holly.

"And I'm okay with that, but..." Holly trailed off.

"But you are a one woman kind of girl," I guessed.

Holly nodded. "Yeah, but I like that we're different. I really do." She paused and took a deep breath. "I guess I'm just afraid that she'll find someone more interesting than me."

"Why would you think that?"

She glanced over at Violet. "Because I'm pretty sure she already has."

My eyebrows went up, but I brought them quickly back down. Jeezus, did she know that person was me?

"They call each other all the time, you know," Holly said, looking at me again.

"Who?"

"Violet and Trevor."

They did? When did this happen? Was that Trevor who had just called her? I shook my head. "No. I didn't know that."

"Are you worried?" Holly asked me.

I'd pretty much decided that I was, at best, stringing Trevor along in a relationship that couldn't go where he wanted it to. In a lot of ways, Trevor finding someone else was a good thing. No, a great thing. I wanted him to be happy, and a very selfish part of me wanted it to be me that made him happy, even though every part of me knew that wasn't possible. If he found someone, it was fair that I let him go. More than fair. It was right.

"No, I'm not worried," I told her honestly.

She sighed. "Then I guess I shouldn't be either."

If Holly was this worried about having to share Violet...

"Hey," I took both of her hands and asked her quietly, "Are you okay with tonight?"

She blinked at me. "You mean having sex with someone other than Violet?"

I nodded.

Holly grinned and leaned close to whisper, "I blew you and let you fuck me, remember?"

I smiled, remembering fondly. "Right. I guess there's that."

Rose's arrival startled both of us. "What are you two gabbing about?" she asked, sitting down on the armrest behind me.

"Oh, you know, guy stuff," I shrugged.

Rose raised an eyebrow and smiled at both of us. "Guy stuff?"

I jerked my thumb at Holly. "She wears the pants."

"I can see that," Rose laughed, flicking her gaze down to Holly's slacks, then my dress. "Guess you don't, huh?"

I glanced over at Sarah, who was with Violet and Ginger, then smiled and told Rose, "Definitely not."

The three of us talked about our relationships, mine and Sarah's, Holly's and Violet's. Holly readily admitted that Violet was cunningly manipulative, and I pretty much conceded to the same for Sarah, though I didn't notice most of the time. Sarah wasn't an evil mastermind or anything, but she had a subtle knack for getting you to do something that was good for you, even if you didn't want to.

During the conversation, Holly shifted to get more comfortable, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her thick penis beneath the fabric of her pants, the shape of it just noticeable. When I glanced at Rose, she was looking there too. Holly and I had rehearsed our plan. With a subtle tap of my pinky finger on her knee, Holly shifted again, and the shape of her thick length was gone.

I smiled up at Rose. "I should give Sarah a hand."

When I stood up, I made sure to let the high slit of my dress open up a bit. Apparently, it was a lot more than a bit, because I felt the cool air of the apartment on my limp cock for a moment. I heard Rose take a sharp but quiet breath, and making my way to the kitchen to join Sarah, willed my penis back inside me. I felt Rose staring at my back the entire way.

"Need any help?" I asked Sarah.

She nodded and smiled, but asked quietly, "So, how's it going?"

"Rose just caught a glimpse of both Holly and I."

We shared a grin and carried the rest of the appetizers out to the living room, and Violet and Ginger followed us with wine and glasses. Settling in, we sipped at wine and nibbled on spring rolls, spinach pinwheels, and other light finger foods.

"So you really are a painter?" Ginger asked Violet.

She was chewing on a mouthful of spring roll, so she could only nod.

Rose leaned forward and asked, "Did you ever paint Tabitha?"

Violet covered her mouth and rolled her eyes, still chewing, but much more vigorously now, and nodded.

"Oh, let's ask her more questions!" I said.

Violet frowned and we chuckled at her frustrated expression. Unfortunately, I was within easy reach, and so was Holly, so Violet slapped both of us on our thighs.

"Ow!" I jumped a little and rubbed my leg, glaring at her, but still laughing. "Bitch."

Finally swallowing, Violet took a sip of her wine and raised an eyebrow at me. "Maybe you should be more patient when someone has a mouthful of food."

"I'll give you a mouthful," I muttered.

Violet raised her other eyebrow and slowly leaned back, grinning like a cat and giving me an exaggerated air-kiss. I casually glanced around to see Ginger delighted by our playfulness, and while Rose was smiling too, she was really studying me with her sharp eyes. While Violet told Rose and Ginger about the painting she'd finished of Tabitha - which none of us had seen yet - I noticed that Rose still hadn't stopped looking at Holly and me from the corner of her eye, no doubt trying to get another look at what we were hiding.

After a little light conversation, dinner was ready so we settled in at the table to eat, and drink a lot more wine, then retired back to the living room.

"So how did you two meet?" Ginger asked, glancing at me and then looking at Sarah, who was sitting on the armrest beside me.

"Oh, we've known each other since we were in pigtails," Sarah replied, giving me a fond smile.

"And you've been together ever since?" Rose grinned.

Sarah shook her head, still looking at me, and said dreamily, "No. That was fairly recent."

"How did it happen, if you don't mind me asking?" Ginger leaned forward, setting her elbow on her knee and cupping her chin in her hand. Her posture also had the added benefit of putting an awful lot of yummy cleavage on display. "Did you guys just kind of discover yourselves one day?"

It was my turn to grin. "Actually, it was more like a lot of little discoveries over time."

"We didn't become a couple until just before we moved here," Sarah added.

"What pushed you over the edge?" Rose asked.

I raised an eyebrow at Sarah and grinned playfully. "Yeah, what was it, baby?"

Sarah grinned back, leaned down to me while sliding her hand really high up my thigh over my dress, and with her lips grazing mine, said, "You're an amazing lay."

Then she kissed me. It wasn't lewd, it wasn't overly long, and it wasn't dominatingly deep, but my gawd was it ever thorough. When she drew back, all of my senses had narrowed down to her, and only her. It was just the two of us, the rest of the world simply inconsequential, and her playful smile was the most radiant and wonderful thing I had ever seen. It still amazed me that she could do that to me.

But when she leaned back, I felt her hand slide away from between my legs, fingertips lightly rubbing over my length beneath the thin fabric of my dress. Okay, if that wasn't suggestive enough, I don't know what was.

"Wow," I heard Ginger say softly, and when I looked at her, she closed her mouth and swallowed. "That was some kiss."

"No shit," Rose said, shaking her head and taking a long drink of her wine, then gesturing at us with her glass. "You two have some major chemistry."

Sarah grinned at her. "I think you're just remembering how good a kisser Amy is."

Ginger snickered and Rose blushed furiously, trying to mask it with another long pull from her wine. She wiped her mouth and smiled nervously. "You heard about the shower incident, I take it?"

"I most certainly did," Sarah nodded, and Rose blanched. "But I don't blame you," she told her, then leaned forward to whisper conspiratorially. "Her boobies are fucking amazing."

"Can't argue there," Violet snorted.

Ginger giggled and said, "Okay, just out of curiosity, who all here has played with Amy's boobies?"

Ginger raised her hand first, then everyone else's went up, except for one.

Holly sighed, "I missed out on that."

Funny, I hadn't realized until then. I'd fucked the hell out of Holly, and she'd sucked me off, but we'd never really done anything else. For a moment, I was preoccupied with wondering why, if it had something to do with both us having Freyja's gift. Holly was adorably cute, and I absolutely loved how much smaller she was than me. When we'd had sex, I'd felt so dominating, so much more powerful than her. It had been a rush.

But were we both too close to the role of a guy to get into anything more than that?

Nahhhhh.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie," I cooed to Holly, sitting up straight on the couch and pushing my chest out. "Would you like a quick taste?"

The girls laughed, but Holly just grinned

Yep, I'd nailed it.

Handing her glass to Violet, Holly got right up and came over to me, settling down onto her knees between my legs. I passed my glass to Sarah to hold and shuffled my butt closer to the edge of the couch. She set her hands on my waist and slid them up my sides until she reached bare skin. I gently cupped her head and drew her in, pushing my chest out just a little more when I felt her fingertips curl under the fabric of my dress, the backs of her fingers rubbing delightfully over the sides of my boobs.




Strange Days Ch. 66-68



Rose was watching us intently, but Ginger swallowed again and asked, "You aren't actually going to...?"

"Oh, yes, she is," I cut her off, smiling down at the cute pixie between my legs.

With a sly grin and clever concealment, Holly pulled aside my dress and closed her mouth over my right nipple. Her lips weren't very full, but they were so warm, and her tongue was incredibly hot. Holly laved my nipple with her tongue, getting it nice and wet, then sucked lightly. She kissed and licked my breast, cooed around my tit-flesh, making my nipple swell inside her mouth, sucking more firmly with every passing second.

"Damn, she's really going at it," Violet said, and I saw her lean forward to get a good look.

Holly really went at my breast then, sucking and slurping softly, her other hand curling tighter around the fabric of my other tit. Without missing a beat, she released my right breast, wiped off most of her saliva with the back of her hand while sliding my dress back into place, then attacked my left breast.

"My gawd, Holly," I moaned, closing my eyes at the feel of her mouth, the tightening and slick warmth low in my body.

She didn't have enough hair for me to curl my fingers in it, so I just held her head firmly, pulling her tight against my tit. Her other hand suddenly slid between my legs, beneath my dress. The back of her hand gently caressed my hardening cock, then two of her fingertips found my wet center.

"Oh my...!" I gasped, thrusting my hot cunt up against her fingers, crying out at the feel of them slipping inside me.

I didn't care that we were being watched. I didn't care that we had guests. I didn't care what anyone thought. I just needed to come.

Holly curled her fingers up and back, and that come-here gesture did exactly what she meant for it to do. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and crushed her against me, coming on her fingers.

"Gawd, she's beautiful when she comes," I heard Sarah say, then she asked someone, "Isn't she?"

Ginger stammered, "Y-yeah, she really is."

Holly eased up on my breast and her fingers stilled inside me. She brought be back down gently, petting the swollen lips of my sex with her fingertips, then she kissed the top of my boob and covered it back up.

I heard Rose laugh breathlessly and say, "So, I guess you guys are all pretty close then."

Holly sat back on her heels to grin at me, and I saw the very unmistakable bulge down her pant leg. I knew at a glance that she was sized for Violet, and not for me, given that the large swollen end of her was nestled beside her knee. She'd told me that we were made for sex, that we were incredibly adaptable, a bonus of our gift from Freyja, and to prove it, she'd let me fuck her while I'd been sized for Violet. Considering how small Holly was, it meant my cock had literally been buried inside her up to her chest, which was anatomically impossible.

Still, as I gazed at her incredible length swollen in her pants, there was no way I would let her fuck me with that, magical-adaptable-vagina or no.

With a wink at me, Holly stood up and grabbed Violet's hand, pulling her off the couch. "Come on. I think it's time to get comfortable."

"Oh, goody," Violet beamed, practically bouncing up and down as she followed Holly to the room that had been made up for them.

Sarah slid along the couch to snuggle up against my side, touching my chin and turning my head so that she could give me a soft sweet kiss that didn't last nearly as long as I'd hoped it would.

"Did you have a good cum, baby?" she cooed.

"Uh-huh," I managed to say.

"Let's get you cleaned up and changed," she said, getting up and bringing me with her by the hand.

"Okay."

"You girls wanna get comfortable?" Sarah asked Rose and Ginger. "Make yourselves at home."

"Good idea," Ginger groaned, taking off her shoes with obvious delight.

I took a stop in the bathroom to get cleaned up, my thick half-hard length wagging between my legs. I washed my face clean of the minimal makeup I was wearing and grabbed a robe on the way to our bedroom. Sarah was already slipping her other arm into her robe, and she was naked beneath it. I just stood there, adoring the beauty of her perfect body while she moved, and when she saw me looking and gave me a grin, I dropped my robe on the bed and closed the distance between us. My arms went around her waist beneath her robe as my mouth found hers, her lips so soft and warm, so perfect against mine.

I threw myself into that kiss, caressed her back and bottom, unable to touch as much of her as I wanted and wishing I had more hands. Meanwhile, Sarah was stripping me out of my clothes, her long tongue licking my teeth, the roof of my mouth, the entrance to my throat. I'd gotten used to her incredibly long, no longer gagging when she played with my throat like that. Hell, I loved it.

When I was naked, I pressed our bodies together, delighting in the feel of her stiff nipples rubbing against my chest, her warm body against me, the taste of her mouth. On the other side of the bedroom wall, it sounded like Violet and Holly were already going at it, because we could hear our red-headed friend wailing at the top of her lungs for Holly to fuck her harder.

Sometimes hearing Violet get thoroughly plowed was intensely erotic, and other times it was just funny. Tonight, it was funny, apparently. Sarah and I both snickered and drew away from each other so that I could put my robe on, then we went back to the living room.

The girls were already there. Rose was wearing a black lycra tank top and shorts, while Ginger wore a green lacy camisole and matching boyshorts, and with her back to us, bending over to pick up her wine glass, her ass looked incredible. But at that moment, both of them had their gaze fixed on Violet's old room, listening to the sounds of her getting thoroughly plowed.

"More wine?" Sarah asked, and I noticed the bottle on the coffee table was almost empty.

"Sure," Ginger finished her glass and handed it over.

Sarah peeled off for the kitchen. I picked up my own glass and took a seat on the couch with my legs crossed under me. Ginger sat down in one of the chairs with a great sigh, throwing her head back and letting her legs slide apart. I couldn't help but stare at the shapely mound of flesh beneath her panties. I felt Rose looking at me and glanced over at her.

"So, Trevor really is your boyfriend too?" she asked me, and Ginger raised her head.

I nodded and smiled when her eyes narrowed a bit. "You don't look like you believe me though."

"Can you blame her?" Ginger chuckled, gesturing around the apartment with her glass. "There does seem to be a lot of girl-on-girl action going on around here."

With perfect timing, Sarah came back with two bottles of wine. "Doesn't mean we don't like a nice hard cock."

Ginger snickered while Sarah refilled her glass.

Rose gave me and Sarah a grin. "So that's why you keep Trevor around."

"No," Sarah laughed, shaking her head, then she nodded at me. "Trevor is Amy's."

Rose leaned forward to let Sarah refill her glass too, but she was giving me a level look. Her eyes flicked down to between my legs, then up again. "So, if Trevor is yours," she gestured at Sarah and the rest of the apartment with her glass. "Where do they get their nice hard cock fix?"

"Yeah," Ginger leaned forward, now very interested in the conversation. "Weren't you going to explain something about that?"

I looked at Sarah. "Come over here."

Sarah smiled, set down the wine bottles on the coffee table, and came over to join me on the couch. I uncrossed my legs from under me. Sarah was standing directly in front of me, so I couldn't really see Ginger or Rose, but that didn't matter just yet. Sarah stood there looking down at me, sipping at her wine. Reaching up, I slowly untied her robe and spread it open, the flat plane of her stomach and the swells of her gloriously firm breasts making my mouth water with hunger. Her perfectly smooth mound was right there, right in front of me. Sliding my hands to her hips, I drew her close and shuffled forward on the couch, planting a delicate kiss just above her mons.

"Mmm," she cooed, then I heard her ask, "You girls don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all," Ginger said.

"By all means, proceed," I heard Rose add, and Sarah chuckled.

I kissed my way down over Sarah's soft mound, using more tongue as I neared her delightful clit, giving it a kiss and gentle suck. Sarah cupped the back of my head with her free hand and pulled my face into her crotch. I held her hip with one hand and used the other to untie my robe, pulling both sides out and away, letting my stiffening cock free to rise between my legs. I knew her robe concealed me completely from our observers, so I didn't have a care in the world. I just cupped her lovely rear end in my hands and pulled her heavenly cunt against my mouth, licking a long hot line up her slippery folds.

"Gawd, they really are pretty together, aren't they?" Ginger said, a kind of quiet reverence in her tone.

"Just wish I could see more," Rose replied.

Ginger chuckled softly. "Rose, you don't need to see much when you're looking at something like this. Come here."

I heard Rose get up and sit down again. Sarah was breathing a little harder, a little faster. Her perfect little pussy was flowing with arousal, warm and sweet on my tongue, and her insides were so very soft when I slipped two fingers inside her. Her nails dug into my scalp when I closed my mouth over her to tongue and suck her clit while fingering her steamy cunt. By this point, I was rock hard, my cock sticking straight up from between my legs, the fat end of me rubbing against Sarah's soft inner thighs. 

"What are you seeing that I'm not?" Rose asked, apparently sitting with Ginger now, because her voice came from the same place as the redhead.

"What do I see?" Ginger said, and I heard her kiss a part of Rose that made the busty brunette sigh with delight. "I see two women in love, worshipping each other."

And that's exactly what I was doing, worshiping Sarah's delicious pussy with my mouth, sucking and kissing, licking and nipping, sliding my fingers in and out of her until I felt her wetness gathering in the palm of my hand, trickling down my wrist. I was so hard by that point that my cock was leaking precum, the warm stuff slipping over the end of me and down my shaft.

Ginger kissed Rose again and breathed, "I see two absolutely beautiful women, making love."

What she said was pretty spot-on, because I had just started trailing kisses back up Sarah's mound, sliding my fingers out of her to hold both of her hips. I leaned back on the couch and pulled her to me. Gazing down at me with raw hunger and affection, Sarah climbed up onto the couch on her knees and straddled me. The long hard length of me stood high and proud, throbbing with potency. Reaching down between us, Sarah wrapped her soft warm hand around the upper part of my shaft, rubbed the tip of me into her folds, then lowered her hips.

"Hohshit," I groaned, feeling her hot cunt wrap around me, slide down me, swallow inch after achingly hard inch of me slowly but steadily.

With my cock firmly logged partway inside her, Sarah leaned forward and put her hands on the back of the couch. Moving just her hips, she slid her hot cunt up my length, then back down, taking me deeper inside her.

"Ginger?" I heard Rose say.

Sarah moved with fluid grace, like liquid sex, her eyes closed, mouth open, breath warm on my face. She rode me slowly, luxuriously, fucking only the top half of my cock. I knew she was using the fat end of me to rub over that spot inside her. She was getting so hot and wet. Her arousal was leaking out of her to run down my shaft and over my own sopping mound. Her slick tunnel squeezed and released, over and over, clamping down on my dick when she went up, opening wide when she dropped down. It was like a hot mouth, a soft hand, a slick throat, all at once, and the feel of it was incredible. I felt a climax building fast inside me, but I didn't want to come yet.

"Ginger, I think..." Rose trailed off, then started again. "I think they're...I think..."

"Amy," Sarah gasped, her cunt clenching so tight around me, her brow furrowed, so close to release. "Oh gawd, baby."

"Are you gonna come?" I asked her, watching her glorious tits bounce up and down as she fucked me faster, but still only the top half of me.

"Yes!" she hissed.

"Then come for me," I told her, and holding her hips tight, I pulled her down, crammed every hard inch of me inside her. I ground my teeth, fighting against my own climax.

Sarah threw her head back and screamed. "Gawd!"

She came so hard it felt like her body was going to tear my cock off at the root, her soft labia splayed against my groin, her hot sleeve milking my length, the furthest depths of her cunt nipping at my tip. She ground her hips back and forth for a while, dragging out her climax, keeping it going for as long as she could, but eventually, she could take no more. Sarah fell forward, her forehead against the back of the couch, sweaty breasts surrounding my face.

"Amy?" Rose said with a small voice.

"Yeah?" I sighed into Sarah breasts, kissing one of the soft slopes.

Sarah drew back a little to look down at me, and when I met her gaze, I realized she knew as much as I did that the moment had arrived.

Her voice almost a whisper, Rose said, "I believe in magic."

With a grin, Sarah pushed up onto her knees until only the tip of my cock remained inside of her, shrugged out of her robe, and let it fall to the floor behind her.

Rose and Ginger whispered at the same time. "Oh. My. Gawd."

Chapter 67

With a delightfully crooked grin, Sarah began to ride me. She was so wet from her climax that I slid in and out of her with ease. My dick was on full display at this point.

"But you..." Rose said.

"But how..." Ginger added.

Sarah chuckled breathlessly and sat down, my thick cock fully buried inside her, making her shift. She recovered quickly and turned at her waist, looking over at the girls. I could see them now, sharing Ginger's chair, and Ginger's hand was gently caressing Rose's inner thighs.

Sarah held her hand out to them. "Come over here."

Their eyes looked kind of glazed over as they got up from Ginger's chair and came over to us, hand in hand. Ginger gave Sarah her hand, and Sarah held out the other for Rose, who took that one. Sarah pulled them to either side of her and they sat down on the couch beside us. Moving their hands, Sarah put Rose's behind her and Ginger's in front, between us. Pushing up onto her knees, my thick dick dragged down her slick tunnel, just to the tip and a little more. Sarah held herself there and I felt her place Rose's and Ginger's hands on my shaft.

"This...this can't be real," Rose said, barely touching me.

"Oh, yes it can," Ginger chuckled, wrapping her hand around my slick shaft and giving it a firm squeeze. "I know a cock when I feel one. I don't know how," she shook her head, staring at my dick, then she gave me a grin and said, "But this is very real."

Rose just looked in shock. Ginger was taking this revelation in stride, but Rose was clearly struggling with the reality of it.

"Amy, how...how can you...?" Rose stammered, shaking her head at me slowly.

Ginger took her time exploring me, sliding her hand down my length until the tips of her fingers found my wet center. She looked up at me sharply. "You still have a pussy!"

"She does?" Rose blinked, trying to get a look, but with Sarah's body and Ginger's hand in the way, she couldn't'.

"Of course she does," Sarah said, and told me. "Open up, baby."

I spread my legs a little wider and Sarah leaned forward to give the girls a better view. I hadn't come yet, and Sarah's hot sleeve sliding up my cock just a fraction of an inch was almost enough to make me blow my load.

Ginger took the opportunity to slide two of her fingers inside me. I was so wet she buried her fingers fully within me with ease, and it felt so good that I gasped, cock throbbing potently. I grit my teeth to keep from coming.

Rose shook her head, watching Ginger play with my pussy. "I just...I don't...magic?"

"Yeah," I moaned, squirming under the dual sensations of the tip of my cock in Sarah's cunt and Ginger's fingers inside me.

"Here, I'll give you some room," Sarah said, pushing up fully until my dick slipped out of her with a soft wet pop.

Ginger took her fingers out of me and got up to let Sarah sit beside me, her skin glowing from her recent cum. Rose gawked at the long thick pole sticking up between my legs, shiny with Sarah's juice. Ginger knelt between my legs, pushing them wide apart. She reached forward with both hands, one wrapped around the base of me while the other pushed her two fingers back inside me.

I groaned at the feel of her fingers exploring my soft insides, rubbing and caressing, while her hand slid up the long length of my shaft. Her hand twisted near the top, paying special attention to the big spongy head of my dong.

"She's so fucking hard, Rose," Ginger said softly, then looked at her friend. "And you wouldn't believe how tight she is."

Just then, Ginger pushed her fingers up against that spot inside me. I cried out and thrust my hips, fucking my cock up through her clenching hand. Ginger stroked her hand down my shaft.

"You have to feel this," she told Rose.

Rose looked at me, asking permission. I still hadn't come, and I was dying to. I grabbed her hand and placed it right on my dick.

"It's so hot," she breathed, giving me a firm squeeze.

Just then, Holly and Violet decided to rejoin us. Violet was wearing a blue satin nightie that fell about halfway down her thighs, while Holly wore a robe, and I seriously doubted they wore anything underneath.

"I see you started without us," Violet chuckled.

Sarah told her, "Technically, you started without us, you horndog."

Violet stuck out her tongue. Holly laughed and sat in the chair that Ginger and Rose had just vacated.

"Can you blame me?" Violet said defensively, turning to bend over and open Holly's robe, whose obscenely huge cock flopped out to slap loudly against her chest between her breasts. Violet grabbed hold of the tip and pulled Holly's cock back so that it was pointed straight up, then she turned back to face us. "I mean, gawd, just look at this thing."

"Holy shit!" Ginger gasped, blinking at Holly. "You have one too!"

Holly grinned. When Violet turned around, Holly took hold of her hips and spread her legs wide. Violet backed up and Holly pulled her right down. Violet groaned as her girlfriend filled her up. Unfortunately, given the angle, I couldn't see it actually happening.

"Jeezus," Ginger said, fingers still working inside me, making me writhe on the couch, but she was still looking at Holly behind Violet. "How fucking big is that thing?"

Sarah answered her. "As big as she needs to be."

Rose had stopped stroking me to pay attention to what they were saying, so I did it for her, masturbating myself with my hand atop hers.

"What do you mean?" Rose asked, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was using her hand to jack myself off.

"She'll be as long, short, narrow or wide as she needs to be," Sarah replied. "It all depends on who she's with. Amy's the same."

I was only stroking Rose's hand up and down the top half of my dick, so there was plenty left for Ginger to wrap her hand around. "So this is for you then?" she asked Sarah.

Sarah bit her lower lip and smiled cutely, nodding, then she asked, "Wanna see what it would look like for you?"

Ginger nodded, but I couldn't focus on her entirely. Her fingers inside me were driving me crazy, stroking against that spot, but Rose's hand felt wonderful. I felt the core of my shaft tingle, and while my length didn't change, I swelled in Rose's hand until her fingertips and thumb could no longer meet around my shaft.




Strange Days Ch. 66-68



"Oh my gawd," Ginger blinked at my dong. She chuckled and shook her head. "That's way too big for me."

"It's for me," Rose breathed, then looked at me. "Isn't it?"

I licked my lips and nodded.

Holly groaned then. I glanced over to see Violet still fully seated on Holly, twirling her hips, stirring the petite girl's dick deep in her steamy cunt, but I still couldn't see anything. Violet's nightie was in the way. I felt Rose moving her hand on her own and looked at her. Her gaze met mine, full of wonder and confusion. Her hand felt so fucking good, and with Ginger still fingering me, I was going to come, and soon.

"You're gonna make me come," I warned her breathlessly.

Rose raised an eyebrow. "You can actually come with this?" she asked, and she squeezed my cock in her hand.

"Yes," I hissed, feeling my length throb dangerously, a huge glob of pearly prefuck boiling up from my dick.

"Oh, I wanna see that," Ginger cooed, and she stroked that spot inside me relentlessly.

The effect was immediate.

"Ohmy...gawd!" I threw my head back.

Something swelled inside me, coiled up tight, then snapped loose. My cock pulsed hugely in Rose's hand and a finger-thick rope of white cream blew out of the hole at the tip of my cock. It sailed right over my head and behind the couch, landing in a hot line across my chest and face, the rest hitting the hardwood floor behind the couch with a loud splat.

"Whoa!" Ginger laughed.

Rose cursed in Spanish when my cock lurched again, spewing another fat rope of cum across my face and behind the couch, pasting my eye shut. I turned my head when more cum flew out of me, making a mess of the side of my head with three thick ropes. Rose had been thrown into a kind of state of shock, and she'd stopped stroking me, so my climax tapered off fairly quickly. My dick spit the last of my cum onto my chest and neck, and finally stopped.

"Is it real?" I heard Ginger ask, then I felt her fingers slip out of me and her hand stroked up my chest, smearing the still warm cum over my tits. I watched her bring her hand close to her face, spread her fingers. Thick cum webbed her digits. Ginger extended her tongue and licked up one of the webbings between her fingers, drawing the pearly goo into her mouth and swallowing.

"Ginger!" Rose gasped with disbelief.

"What?" Ginger said defensively, then shrugged. "Taste's real."

"It is," Sarah told her. "But she can't make you pregnant."

"Are you sure?" Ginger asked.

"Why?" Sarah smirked. "You wanna take a ride?"

My cock tingled again, narrowing considerably, just a little wider than for Paula, but a little shorter than for Sarah. Ginger looked at me only for a moment, then she stood up and straddled me on the couch, pulled the crotch of her panties aside, grabbed my cock and dropped her hips, hilting me inside her.

I couldn't believe how wet she was. But oh, fuck, she was tight. So fucking tight.

"Holy shit, you're fucking hard," Ginger shivered, putting her hands on the back of the couch and leaning over me, much as Sarah had done before.

"I can't believe you," Rose said.

"Gawd," Ginger moaned, lifting her hips and settling back down, her snug tunnel squeezing every last inch of me. "You would if you knew how good this felt."

There was no slow buildup. Ginger rode me, picking up the pace until her ass was slapping against my thighs.

"Jeezus, this feels good," she moaned, cupping her breast and tweaking her nipple. I felt the end of her nudging against my cockhead every time she took me to the hilt. "So fucking perfect."

Sarah nuzzled the side of my face. "Does she feel good, baby?"

"Gawd, yes," I groaned, flexing my abdomen and making my dick twitch inside of Ginger. "She's so tight."

And she was, just like Paula, the muscles of her cunt so strong, squeezing me so deliciously. Ginger's big beautiful tits were bouncing up and down in front my face now, so Sarah gave me a soft kiss on my ear and moved back to give Ginger more room to work.

Ginger stopped to get her feet under her, then she began riding me in earnest, using her strong shapely legs to fuck every hard inch of me. Her shapely ass slapped loudly against my thighs, the new position letting me fully penetrate her. The end of me almost banged against her cervix with every plunge of her hips, so hard that I thought it must have been hurting her. I know it was uncomfortable for me, but Ginger was going wild, lost in heavenly bliss, fucking me harder, faster. I felt the strong walls of her cunt fluttering around me, sucking and pulling, then she arched her back and screamed.

Dropping her hips, Ginger buried every last hard inch of me inside her and came. Warm fluid leaked out of her from where we were joined, trickling over my sopping wet cunt and between the crack of my butt. Seemed Ginger was a gusher. She ground her hips down, stirring my cock in her swampy heat, spine bowed way back, big beautiful tits thrust high into her air.

Having come just minutes ago, I wasn't anywhere near coming again, so I grabbed her hips and helped her stir me inside her, prolonging her deep vaginal cum as long as I could. When Ginger came back down though, she could barely move. My cock was throbbing inside her tight sticky canal, and I wanted to come so bad it hurt.

Grabbing Ginger's ass, and to my amazement, I stood up from the couch, carrying her aloft with ease.

"Ohgawd!" she whimpered, wrapping her long legs around my waist, helplessly impaled on my dong.

Turning around, I set Ginger down on the couch, bent her legs back until she was practically doubled over and thrust fully into her damp sheath. Her mouth fell open with a cry. Feeling that knot forming inside me again, I began sawing my length back and forth through her wet heat. I fucked her hard, fast, furiously pounding my groin against her upturned butt.

Ginger's gooey cunt made the sexiest sucking noises as I plowed her wide and deep, heightening my arousal, my need to fill this fiery haired vixen with cream. She grabbed my wrists and held on for dear life while I fucked her relentlessly, speeding her from one shaking climax to another.

It hit me out of nowhere. Cum ripped up my shaft and shot out of me so hard and fast that I wondered if this was what it felt like when a guy peed.

"Holy shit," Rose gasped, and I felt thick jizz spew out of Ginger's overstuffed pussy.

Pushing up on my arms, I held myself over her with my thick tool pumping hot goo into the deepest recesses of her body. It was only then that I was able to fully appreciate how sexy Ginger was. The muscles of her neck, shoulders and arms were corded with strain, both from holding so tightly to my wrists and from coming so very hard. I heard heavy drops of spunk hitting the floor, every spurt of my cock forcing yet more spent cream out of her.

When the flow subsided, I collapsed atop Ginger, her chest rising and falling. She snaked her arms around me, and though it was really nice to be held like that, it was even better that her arms had mushed her huge tits around my face. I don't know when she'd taken her camisole came off, but she had, and her panties were in ruin, hanging off of only one thigh.

The scent of her hot sweaty skin drifted into my nostrils and I couldn't help but take a deep breath of her, couldn't help but turn my head and kiss the vast slope of her tit, couldn't help but latch onto her nipple and pull it into my mouth, and when her creamy cunt tightened down around me, I really couldn't help but begin fucking her again.

I tried to push back up onto my arms, but Ginger held tight, so I just pumped my hips back and forth, fucking my cock through her cum-soaked cunt. I couldn't stroke as long and deep as I wanted, but gawd, it still felt fucking amazing.

Ginger grunted in my ear as I plowed her, "How...many times...can...you come?"

Slamming my hard length fully into her, I ground myself inside her tight sheathe. "I'll need a little break now and then, but as much as you want."

Ginger giggled and kissed my ear. "Oh, you are just heavenly, Amy."

I felt her loosen her arms around me, so I pushed up and back, so that I could look down between our sweaty bodies and see myself going in and out of her. Ginger's breathing picked up again. The sight of my cock stretching her pretty pussy was incredibly hot, my shaft a mess of frothy white. Grabbing my head, Ginger pulled my face between her tits again. I sucked, licked and kissed her breasts while plowing in and out of squishy cunt.

"Are you gonna come again?" she asked me, and I pushed up onto my arms to look at her and nod. "Come all over me."

That she wanted me to do that just flat did it for me. My dick ballooned inside her. I felt cum boiling up my length and drew out of her, grabbing my cock with one hand to stroke it while I leaned back. I painted her body with long thick lines of creamy white goo, half of each heavy rope landing on her, the rest of it making a mess of the back of the couch, and I thanked my lucky stars the damn thing was pleather.

"Jeezus, Amy," Ginger laughed breathlessly, flattening her hand on her busty chest and pushing it down her cum-soaked body.

My penis lurched two more times, laying long thick ropes from her stomach to her face, the last straight down the middle. A huge strand fell into her open mouth, and I watched in awe as Ginger's tongue caught the strand and pulled it into her mouth, but seeing her throat working to swallow my cream was even better.

Smacking her lips, Ginger smiled at me, and I shook my head with a breathless laugh. Shaking my head made me dizzy though, so I sat down on the edge of the coffee table.

"Want some water, sweetie?" Sarah asked.

That was the first moment in a while that I realized Ginger and I had had an audience. I looked around. Violet and Holly were cuddled up together in the chair, and though there were a few spots of white goo sticking to it, they hadn't made a mess. The funny part? They'd just had sex less than twenty feet away from me, and I still hadn't seen anything.

Rose was sitting back against the armrest, kind of just looking stunned, awed, aroused, and more. She had one leg stretched out on the couch behind Ginger and her other foot on the floor. Her hand was lying over her groin, and she wasn't doing anything to herself, but the way her chest was rising and falling with deep breaths told me she probably had been just moments ago.

Then there was Sarah, still sitting on the couch, her legs tucked up under her, still naked, and perfectly comfortable with it. Her skin still had that happy glow that only sex can give a girl, and her brown hair fell in thick waves over her shoulders, partially concealing her chest. Gawd, she was so beautiful.

"Amy?" she smiled.

"What?" I blinked. "Oh, water. Yes, please."

Sarah chuckled and got up, picking up her robe and slipping into it on the way to the kitchen.

"Okay," I heard Rose say. When I glanced at her, she gave me a level look. "What the fuck?"

Ginger laughed and languidly stood up from the couch. Her lightly freckled skin glistened with sweat, and the perfect nipples on the vast swells of her breasts were still swollen from me sucking on them. "Can I use your shower?" she asked me.

I was thoroughly satisfied, but still feeling pretty catty, and seeing her wonderfully naked figure wasn't helping either. "Unless you'd rather me lick you clean."

"Mmm," she bounced her eyebrows and grinned, turning away to go take a shower.

I couldn't help but stare at her lovely rear end. Unfortunately, I had to tear my gaze away. Rose had asked me a question.

"It was a gift from Sarah," I told her.

Rose raised an eyebrow. "Sarah gave you a dick, for a present."

"No," I laughed, then shrugged. "Well, yeah, kinda."

"You can't tell anyone," I told her. Rose nodded, her expression surprisingly serious, genuine. Putting my hands on the coffee table behind me, I leaned back and told her the story. "It all started on my eighteenth birthday. Sarah gave me a statue that she found in a store, a small stone carving of the goddess Freyja. She was told that I should make a wish, and I did, right before we went to bed."

"What did you wish for?" Rose asked.

I smiled fondly at the memory. "That I could fuck her properly."

Rose snickered.

"Anyway, when I took a shower the next morning, that was the first time it came out."

"Came out?" she raised an eyebrow.

When I'd sat down on the coffee table, my soft satisfied length had dropped between my legs, and I'd closed them. Rose couldn't see much from where she was sitting. I willed my penis back inside me and spread my legs for her. Rose's mouth fell open.

"Where did it go?" she balked.

"Inside her," Holly said.

"You can do that?" Rose asked her, then glanced at me. "So, I wasn't imagining things." She leaned forward on the couch and put her arms along her legs, leaning on them. "There were times I could have sworn I saw something in your pants and under your dress," she told Holly, then me. "But then the next moment, it was gone."

I blushed and gave her a crooked grin. "We were kind of teasing you."

"Teasing me?" Rose frowned.

I clarified quickly. "Well, not like that. More like teasing the truth." Rose looked pretty upset, like she'd been played with, or lied to, or worse. I wasn't feeling comfortable being naked anymore, so I got up and closed my robe, tying it off. "I was afraid of scaring you."

"Oh," she said, leaning back again. "Okay. I guess that makes sense." She glanced at Holly and gestured with her hand. "Is that how you got your....you know...too?"

Sarah came back with a tall glass of water and sat down on the armrest of the couch opposite Rose. I drained the glass the moment she handed it over.

Holly nodded. "A small carving of Freyja, but I bought it, as a gift to myself."

"So where did you two get the statues?" she asked us.

"Can't tell," Holly said.

"What, is it like a secret club or something?" Rose frowned.

"No, just..." I began, not wanting to further upset Rose. She'd started off taking this rather well, but now, not so much. I had a feeling I knew why. "It's not the kind of thing people want to advertise, is all."

Holly added, "I was told not to tell anyone where I got the statue, that if someone was meant to have one, they would get one, one way or another."

"Even I don't know where they got them, exactly," Violet said sleepily.

Rose seemed to calm a bit, "So you've both had your...I mean..."

"Our cocks?" Holly grinned.

Rose blushed, but she smiled finally. "Yeah, your cocks. You've both had them since you turned eighteen?"

Holly and I nodded, then I said, "Uhm, I could kind of use a shower."

Everyone chuckled, except for Rose, who got up to follow me, since she had more questions. "So when it isn't out, it's inside you?"

"Uh-huh," I nodded.

She frowned, but not upset, more like she was thinking of something. "But you were in the hospital. How is it nobody found out? I mean, you must have had an MRI or something, what with all the injuries."

I frowned too. "I'm still trying to figure that one out. You saw how big Holly was with Violet, right?" I asked Rose over my shoulder, seeing her nod. "Well, when Holly's is inside her, how the hell does it fit? Honestly, I try not to overthink it, just chalk it up to magic instead."

"Good point," Rose shrugged a shoulder.

We found Ginger in the shower, luxuriating in the endless supply of hot water. She was standing in the corner, leaning back where two of the walls met. She'd turned two of the closest shower heads to spray down in front of her, so that she could just steam for a bit.

"I am never leaving this shower, by the way," she sighed happily.

I smiled and reached out to turn on another shower head, and glanced at Rose to finish. "They had done an MRI of my abdomen, since I'd been kicked there, but there wasn't anything on the scan to see. For all I know, the damn thing turns into vanilla pudding when it's not out."

Rose laughed. "Well, you did say it was magic."

Ginger gave us an odd look. "What the hell are you two talking about?"

I laughed to and gave her a grin, then hung up my robe on a peg attached to the side of the tall armoire we used for a toiletries cabinet. Turning back to Rose, I said, "And you did say you believe in magic."

Rose grinned back, and when I stepped inside the shower, she took off her bra. I turned my face under the spray and soaked my hair, and when I saw her again, she was nude and turning on the shower head beside me.

"What's strange?" I said to her, getting her attention after she'd soaked her hair too. I set my hand low on my abdomen. "When I make it go away, it doesn't just vanish. I can still feel it, right here." I snorted then. "I can feel it shift around or something when I get aroused and it's still inside me. If it gets bad enough, it's like having a stomach cramp, and letting it out is the only way to relieve the cramp."

"Wait a minute," she blinked water out of her eyes and looked at me. "Is that why you've looked so uncomfortable during some of our shoots?"

I blushed and gave her a nod.

"Ah-ha!" she giggled.

"Ah-ha, what?" I grinned.

In a sing-song voice, Rose teased, "Amy wants to fuck me. Amy wants to fuck me."

"Hush, you," I flicked water at her, making her laugh.

A minute or so later, Sarah breezed by, asking if we wanted hot cocoa. We did, and Ginger took that opportunity to leave the shower and get dressed.

Rose still had a lot of questions, and I answered as many of them as I could before she asked, mostly by just telling her how life had been since receiving Freyja's gift. Basically, my life had become all about sex, a lot of it. I wanted Rose to feel trusted by me, so I told her about me being with Violet, and Paula too. I even told her about how Tabitha had flirted with me.

"She knows about your gift then?" Rose said.

"Oh, definitely not," I laughed.

Rose bounced her eyebrows. "Poor thing has no idea what's in store for her then." When I gave her a questioning look, she glanced between my legs. "That thing is a monster."

"Oh," I laughed, then shrugged. "Only if that's what she really wants."

"Right," she nodded and moved closer to me, leaning against the wall between the sprays of water. "You said it changes size to match whoever you're with."

I nodded back.

"Can I see it again?"

I glanced at her and she smiled, "Sure."

Just to tease her a bit, I turned away while willing my penis to slide out of me. I felt it coming out, and though it was soft, it was so damn thick. When I turned back to face Rose, my thick length hung almost to my knees, the head flared, wider than the shaft. I leaned my shoulder against the wall, like Rose was doing.

Rose kept her eyes on mine for a moment, then she swallowed and glanced down. She blinked rapidly a few times and gave a very slight shake of her head, taking a small step towards me. I didn't want to tease her, nor break the spell that my cock apparently had on her, so I had to fight not to grin. Her hand began to move forward, slowly, but then she dropped it to her side and looked at me suddenly.

"We're friends, right?" Rose asked.

I nodded. "Of course."

"Good," she smiled.

Then she reached with both hands and delicately wrapped them around my flaccid length. I couldn't help but jump a little at the feel of her soft warm hands.

"Little jumpy?" she gave me a crooked grin.

I gave one back. "Maybe."

Her grin widened into a smile before she looked down to my cock again. I looked too, watching her lower hand gently glide down my length. Turning her wrist, Rose held the wide head of me in her upturned palm, and her fingertips played with the sensitive spot on the underside of me just beneath my crown. Rose tilted her head and her lips formed a sweet smile. She was clearly enjoying herself. I certainly wasn't complaining.




Strange Days Ch. 69-71



I have an editor! He's a fellow writer, and a wonderful one too, so I don't want to take up too much of his time, but he deserves a great big shout-out, at the very least. So, thank you, Blind_Justice, for your help, your ideas, and your encouragement. You are very much appreciated.

Now, on to Strange Days!

-redskyes

Chapter 69

The months seemed to fly by. School was kicking my ass, and working for Armia felt a thousand times harder than Dangerous Angels. It was strange though. Darren and I were officially on Armia's payroll, but not once had I met anyone else that worked for them. I'd never even been in one of their studios. All of my jobs were on-site shoots around the city, sometimes a two or three hour drive away. I'd worked photo shoots with more models than ever, and I couldn't remember even a quarter of their names. They were very professional, of course, and it wasn't that they were unfriendly or anything. They were just very busy, in and out, shot and gone. I still got to shoot Rose now and then, but not Ginger, and every once in a while, I'd be treated to a shoot with the love of my life. Throughout all of this wonderful but still frightening change, with me shaking in fear of screwing up a shoot with such incredible professionals, Darren was amazing, my rock, the one grounding force I could always rely on.

Speaking of Sarah, if I thought my life was hard these days, hers was brutal. She was working part time for Armia, part time for an accounting firm in their IT department, all while still going to school. We didn't get to spend as much time together as we liked, but the time we did manage to scrounge up was wonderful. In fact, we saw so very little of each other that we were each spending a lot of time separately with the rest of our friends, namely Phillip, Violet, Paula and Johnny, and lately, Tabitha. Trevor's sister was really getting along with our group of friends, especially Ginger, who was making more appearances at the apartment, with or without Rose.

Oh, and so far, there'd been no more creepy feelings of being watched, no more weird strangers stopping me on the sidewalk outside my apartment. It seemed the 'interest' I'd sparked in someone had died down, which wasn't a bad thing.

The winter break was coming up in a matter of days, and I couldn't have been more excited. It would be the first time that Sarah and I would get more than a few hours together. Sleeping didn't count. Sure, we still had sex, and we still stole what little moments we could, but we missed each other, a lot. Oh, and I'd get to see my mom, which was awesome.

It wasn't all bad, of course. Not to be crude - these were the kinds of thoughts that were popping into my head more frequently as of late - but between Sarah, Rose, Ginger and Violet, I had more than enough pussy at my disposal. Buckets and buckets of sex was what I had, and finally feeling one-hundred percent again - aside from the occasional twinge of discomfort from my ribs - I was having no trouble at all keeping up with those four girls.

And no, Holly and I still hadn't been together again, nor had I been with Paula - she was more than happy with Johnny. Violet, on the other hand, was determined to get Holly and I to do her at the same time. Remember that random thought I had recently, when I'd fucked Violet in the dining room in the early morning hours? Yeah, she all but admitted to being a little cum slut, and she had a particular fantasy that involved the two of us dickgirls fucking her senseless and making an absolute mess of her.

It kind of went without saying that I was totally game. Holly, on the other hand, wasn't quite as enthusiastic, but she would do just about whatever it took to make Violet happy. Besides, there was a quietly competitive side to Holly. I think she wanted to show me up somehow.

Trevor hadn't fared so well. He was cut off from his friends out here, and college was kicking his ass just as bad as everyone else's, so there'd been no time for him to come visit us, or us him. But in the last month, he'd finally taken to the time to make some new friends at Princeton. I talked to him at least once a week, and I swear that Violet talked to him even more often than I did. He'd missed us terribly, Sarah and I, and he still did, but making new friends was finally pulling him out of his funk. But that was another reason I was excited about going home for the holidays for two weeks; I'd finally get to see him.

It was kind of sad though. I missed Trevor. I really did. But not as much as I thought I would. I learned very quickly over the last few months that Sarah was my life, that she was the only person in the world that I couldn't do without. Aside from my mom, of course. I think I'd always need her.

Today, I was hanging out with Tabitha. She got the role in that television series I told you about, a minor character, sure, but recurring. She played an FBI clerk, and her character was being set up as a possible replacement for one of the show's major supporting cast members, just in case contract negotiations didn't go well. She'd come by to share the news, and I couldn't have been happier for her.

I didn't have any shoots for the day, so we spent our time in my apartment, giving each other manicures and pedicures, foot rubs, massages, basically taking an at-home-spa-day. Tabby was stretched out on the couch with her feet up on the armrest. I'd just come back to the living room with a bag of nail polish.

"Oh, I have an idea!" Tabitha jumped up from the couch and took the bag from my hands, setting it down on the coffee table. "Let's take a shower before we paint our nails."

I smiled around a confused frown and said slowly, "Okay."

"Besides, we can help each other shave."

Honestly, I needed a good shave. Sarah had gone out and gotten her hair blasted away with lasers, but I hadn't worked up the courage to do it yet.

"Oh, okay then," I shrugged, not even thinking twice about what it meant to take a shower with her.

Tabby had been spending enough time with us girls that I was pretty used to seeing her in robes or lingerie. We'd become good enough friends, and she hadn't flirted with me again anyway. Finally seeing her naked shouldn't be a very big deal, I figured. Oh boy, was I wrong.

When she took off her big fluffy robe and hung it up outside the shower, she stretched up a little to do so. Granted, I could only see her backside, but what a lovely view it was. She was taller than me by a couple of inches, and her nearly black hair fell far down her back in a loose braid. She had a really lean build, not so tightly muscled as Paula, but just petite, aside from her height. Her waist was so narrow that I was pretty sure I could almost wrap my hands around it. On anyone else, being so tall and lean would look awkward, but her personality and the way she moved made it work.

Tabitha turned around to take my hand, long loose braid flying out behind her, and her perfectly pert little boobs whirled into view. She wasn't stacked by a long shot, and only had cleavage when she had the aid of a bra designed just for that, but she had lovely little nipples, sitting atop puffy areola, the kind you usually only see on girls still going through puberty. Actually, she didn't much like her breasts, and she'd hated that she was such a late bloomer - she'd been practically flat-chested until the summer before she turned seventeen - but I loved her boobs. They were small, yes, but they fit her perfectly. Anything bigger and she would look top-heavy.

Suddenly, she shook her chest, and her breasts jiggled, as much as they could, being as firm as they were, at any rate. I still wondered what they would taste like. She said something, snapping me out of my thoughts, but I'd been too preoccupied by my imagination to catch it.

I shook my head and looked up to her big blue eyes. "I'm sorry. What?"

"I said, it's nice to know someone likes my tits," she grinned.

"Oh," I smiled, blushing.

Tabitha came up to me and untied my robe, pulling it off my shoulders. "I'd rather have yours though."

"Really?" I glanced down at my chest. I wasn't stacked either, and I didn't have the wonderful nipples she did, but I guess I had cleavage going for me.

"Totally," she nodded and casually palmed my boobs. Her hands were really soft and warm, and it was totally unexpected. I jumped a little at her touch, but she didn't acknowledge it. "They're so firm, not too big, not too small." She glanced up at me, and I swear she intentionally rubbed her thumbs lightly over my nipples. They were a little swollen already, and the sensation made my breath catch. Tabitha gave me a pretty smile and said, "They're perfect on you."

"So are yours," I smiled back.

"You think so?" she asked, releasing my breasts to grab my hands and place them over hers, and oh my gawd, they felt fantastic. "They're not too small?"

"Not at all," I told her, trying to swallow around the frog in my throat.

And it was true. Her hips were narrow, only a touch wider than her waist, but her breasts were in perfect symmetry with her hips. Her whole body was like that. Sure, her butt was small, and it all but disappeared when she sat down or bent way over, but it didn't detract from her beauty at all. My favorite part of Tabitha? Her pelvis. Her hips were sharply defined, her belly dipped in ever so slightly, and it all made her smooth mound just a little more prominent than on most women.

I thought she was gorgeous, and I told her as much.

"Aw, you're sweet," she flashed a sunny smile and leaned in to kiss the corner of my mouth. She took my hands and pulled me into the shower. "Come on. I'll wash your hair first."

I loved having my hair washed, finding it so relaxing to have someone else do the work. Unfortunately, Tabitha washing my hair was anything but relaxing. Her nipples kept rubbing against my back, and her pelvis against my butt. I felt that knot forming low in my belly, the pressure of my penis wanting to come out of me, but I held it back pretty easily.

My hair had finally grown down to my shoulders, by the way. It was currently in a simple pageboy cut, and though I wasn't particularly fond of it, Sarah loved it. She wanted me to grow it out again, and that was fine by me.

When Tabitha had finished applying conditioner to my hair, she surprised me before I could turn around to return the favor. Her soapy hands lathered up my back, the tips of her fingers gently massaging the stress out of my back, shoulders, and arms, and even my hands. She was really good too. My head fell forward to rest against the shower wall.

"Oh wow," I said softly.

Tabitha snorted behind me. Her hands left me, then returned with more soap, gliding down my back and to my butt. She cupped my rear end and thoroughly soaped me up, one of her hands slipping all the way down between my cheeks, not missing an inch of me. I felt her hand slip between my thighs, the side of her finger passing over my labia. My body reacted instinctively, legs spreading and my weight pushing my pussy down against her hand. Tabitha stayed there for a moment, turning her palm up to cup me, fingers gliding over the front of my mound to wash me thoroughly, while her other hand lathered up my hip and outer thigh. I felt two of her fingers lightly rub over my clit.

I must have sighed or moaned, or gave her some other sign of encouragement, because I felt the front of her settle against my back. Her hand continued to play between my legs, while the other slid around my side and over my stomach, settling low, just above my mound. The soap had long been rinsed away from her hand by the shower, but I was more than wet enough for her to keep toying with me.

Tremors were rocking through me harder and faster, and soon I couldn't catch my breath. The suddenness of my climax caught me completely off guard. I came on her hand, gyrating my hips, trying to get her fingers inside me, but her laugh snapped me out of my orgasm.

"You really got into that, didn't you?"

I nodded, blushing deep crimson, relieved that she couldn't see it.

"Wow," she chuckled. "I wasn't even trying."

I glanced at her over my shoulder, and the smug grin on her face made me grin back. Taking my shoulders, Tabitha turned me around and out of the spray, soaped up her hands again, and washed my front, starting at my neck and shoulders. When she got down to my legs, she knelt on the shower floor in front of me and picked up my foot. I put my hands on the wall behind me to brace myself and let her set my foot on her shoulder. Naturally, this opened me wide, and Tabitha took a good long look between my legs.

"I like your pussy," she grinned up at me.

It was a totally unexpected compliment, and I couldn't help but laugh nervously, or blush again. "Why is that?" I asked her.

She shrugged and slid her hand up my thigh, then further, the tips of her fingers delicately caressing my folds. "I dunno. It's just really pretty."

I laughed again, trying not to blush even further. She looked so submissive kneeling on the shower floor like she was, and I liked it, a lot.

"It's a lot different than mine," she said, dropping her gaze back down to between my legs. "It looks...I don't know, softer, I guess. Almost like..." she trailed off.

When she didn't continue, I asked, "Almost like what?"

Tabitha glanced up at me, blushed brightly, and smiled, "Like it would feel nice in my mouth."

I smiled back. In that moment, I saw Tabitha in an entirely new light. She was a creature of sex, beautiful and desirable, and I felt determination course through me.

After a while, Tabitha tore her gaze away and washed my leg, massaging it too. She was finishing up the other one when she said, "I've never done that, you know. Been with another girl."

I smiled again. "I remember."

Tabitha stood up and gave me a blushing grin. "Oh, right. I did tell you that, didn't I?"

"Yep," I nodded, taking her shoulders and switching places with her, passing her through the spray briefly, then turning her to face the wall. I filled my hands with soap and began lathering up her back. "You asked me what it was like to be with a girl."

With her back and arms lathered up, I pressed myself against her back, slid my arms around her tiny waist, and reached up to brazenly palm her pretty little boobs in my soapy hands.

"And if I remember right," I said quietly in her ear, gently catching her nipples between my thumbs and fingers, making her twitch with delight. "You asked me if I'd show you."

"I guess I did," she breathed.

Still pressed against her back, I lathered up the front of her body, as much of it as I could reach. I smoothed my soapy hands up and over her boobs and to the sides of her neck, tilting her head back so that I could whisper in her ear, "I can, you know." 

She didn't respond right away, and when she did, she sounded like she was far away from here, like she was waking from a dream. "You can what?"

"Show you what it's like," I said, sliding my hands between us to wash her ass, which she pushed out into my hands. My fingers trailed over the tiny rosebud of her rear end, and I gave her tight rim a thorough cleaning, making her gasp.

I lowered myself to my knees to wash her legs, spreading them apart, and that's when I saw the rest of her. Her labia were pretty thin, and her mound generally flat, really, but she was practically gaping open with arousal, showing a lot of pink. I'd never seen a pussy like hers in person. Violet's was pillowy, as I liked to call it, and Sarah's was soft and neat. Every girl was a little different, I'd found out, and while Tabitha's sex was unlike all of them, there was something about hers that was incredibly tempting.

She was open, vulnerable, so very accessible, with nothing in my way. When I washed her, I had to take great care not to get any soap on her sensitive folds. That can burn like hell, I'd discovered first-hand, when I was much younger.

"To be with a girl, you mean?" she asked.

"If you're still interested," I said casually, standing back up and moving her over to rinse the soap off her body, but really, it was just an excuse for me to fondle the hell out of her, which I most certainly did. Free and clear of soap, I reached around her and down between her legs. My fingers briefly slid over her open folds, and she was so incredibly hot and wet.

When I turned her around, Tabitha surprised me. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard and deep.

What I did next was a very guy thing for me to do, but these kinds of things were coming naturally to me much more frequently these days. I grabbed Tabitha's ass, picked her up and forced her legs around my waist. It was a real struggle to keep my cock from ripping right out of me, so much so that I almost lost the battle, but I managed. I didn't want it out anyway, which surprised me. This was a very girl-on-girl moment that I wanted to experience with Tabitha, a moment that didn't involve my gift from Freyja, at least not yet.

Secure in my arms, Tabitha held my face tilted up to hers and ate at my mouth, kissing me furiously, all tongue and teeth. We hadn't washed her hair, but I don't think either one of us cared. I carried her out of the shower and to my room, and she made the cutest and sexiest noises along the way, cooing and moaning into my mouth, fingernails digging into my scalp.

Soaking wet but not giving the slightest bit of a damn, I laid Tabitha down on my bed. I wasted no time, reaching down between us to glide two fingers smoothly into her moist sheath. She screamed with delight, but I swallowed it with my mouth over hers. Working my fingers inside her, I kissed my way over her chin and down her neck, loving the way she moaned so loudly, the way she writhed beneath me, the way she pumped her hips up onto my hand, the way her insides milked my fingers while I played with that spot inside her, the way her small boobs stood up proudly on her chest.

Unable to resist, I latched my mouth onto her breast and sucked furiously, pulling her nipple deep into my mouth, laving nearly half of her boob with my tongue. Tabitha arched her back and cried out wordlessly. She came on my fingers and I stilled them inside her, loving her other breast with my mouth while she came back down, and when she did, I kissed and nibbled down her body, closed my mouth over her swollen clit and moved my fingers again.

Tabitha lost her fucking mind. She grabbed my hair and pulled so hard I swore she was going to tear it out at the roots. She thrust her hips so high that I had to take my fingers out of her to catch her, cupping her butt in my hands. I shuffled forward on my knees and held her pelvis high, then I closed my mouth over her burning cunt.

She wailed, the sound of it so fucking sexy, so helpless, begging and pleading for me to make her come again. I'd only ever been with one other girl like this, and that was Sarah. She was the only girl I ever enjoyed going down on, the only girl whose body I instinctively knew how to manipulate. But it was happening again, with Tabitha. Sweet, pretty little Tabby, who had been forbidden to me, but no longer.

I shoved my tongue inside her and tickled the tight bud of her ass with my finger, still slippery from her arousal, then I licked a long hot line up her folds. All at once, I sucked lightly on her clit and plunged my slick finger all the way into her ass. 

Tabitha screamed and practically exploded all over the lower half of my face, coming so hard that her juice trickled down my chin and neck. I fucked her with my mouth until she couldn't breathe, until tears ran down her cheeks and she was shivering from head to toe. Eventually, she pulled on my hair, pulling me away from her delicious little cunt.

I set her butt down on the bed and she curled her body up to grab my face and pull me into a kiss. The taste of her was divine, and she licked my chin and mouth clean of her orgasm. With surprising strength, she rolled us over and settled between my legs. Tabitha licked and nibbled down my chest, biting my nipples. She was rough, much more than I expected, but it felt good, especially when she plunged a finger inside me, then a second, and finally a third.




Strange Days Ch. 69-71



She obviously knew how to give herself pleasure, because she brought me with her hand in seconds. I writhed beneath her, and when I felt her mouth close over my folds, I lost it. She had no experience at this, and she wasn't very careful with her teeth, but she was so eager and her tongue was so forceful that she brought me anyway. I came in her mouth, on her hand and face.

Tabitha didn't stop, didn't slow down. Spreading my legs so wide it almost hurt, she growled like an animal in heat and ate me in a frenzy. She was a fast learner, figuring out damn quickly what I liked and didn't, how to make me come hard and fast, and before I knew it, Trevor's adorable little sister knocked my ass out.

Chapter 70

I woke up some time later, a warm naked body next to me. Seeing Tabitha's pretty face studying me, I wanted to snuggle up to her nakedness, but I couldn't do anything about it until I rolled over onto my back and surrendered to a really good stretch. When I was finished, I lay there with my arms stretched out above me.

"Hi," I said, smiling warmly at Tabby.

"Hi," was all she said, and rather dead-pan at that.

Uh-oh. Did she regret what we'd done?

"Is everything okay?" I asked her.

"Uhm," she pursed her lips, then raised an eyebrow and said, "You have a penis."

I blinked, several times, and when I slowly turned my head to look down over my body, there it was, limp but very long, the veiny shaft draped over my hip and the wider head resting on the bed.

I shot upright and yanked the sheets over my lap, absolutely mortified. Jeezus, how was I going to explain this to her?

Tabitha cleared her throat and moved to kneel right next to me, facing me. "Amy?" she said, and she leaned over so that she could see my eyes. "We just ate each other out and fingered each other's asses, so, uhm, yeah, I kinda figured we could be honest with each other at this point. You know?"

Wow. That was pretty logical of her. I glanced at her.

Tabitha raised an eyebrow again and tilted her head in the direction of my lap. "You going to explain that?"

"Magic?" I said meekly.

"Okay," she nodded. "Go on."

"You believe me?" I raised my eyebrows. "Just like that?"

Tabitha snorted. "I had my mouth on your pussy less than an hour ago. Pretty sure I didn't stumble across a dick there. That you have one now is pretty fucking magical."

I laughed nervously. "Yeah, I guess it is."

"Sooooo," she drawled. "You going to explain that?"

I bit my lower lip. "You have to promise not to tell anyone."

Tabitha laughed. "I'll promise anything to get this story."

"It was a gift," I sighed, and I told her everything.

Tabitha just listened to my tale, eventually lying down on her side on front of me, propping her head up on her hand.

"Trevor doesn't know, does he?" she asked when I was finished.

He didn't, not yet, but I was curious what lead her to that conclusion. "Why do you ask that?"

"Futanari are one of his kinks," she told me with a grin, surprising me that she knew. "Pretty sure he would have told me that he found a real live futa."

I screwed up my face. "You guys talk about stuff like that?"

"Sure," she nodded, propping herself up on her arm. She as still completely nude, and it was really difficult to keep my eyes on hers. It was also getting more difficult to keep from having an erection. My penis kept trying to get hard, and I had to stop now and then and focus on an image of my naked grandfather. "We're pretty open with each other."

"Apparently," I said, looking away.

"Does it bother you?" she asked.

I glanced at her. "That you and Trevor talk about sex?" She nodded, and I shrugged. "I'm not sure how to answer that."

Tabitha sat up and crossed her legs under her, facing me fully. "I guess I mean; does it bother you that we talk about you?"

Both of my eyebrows went up. "He's talked to you about having sex with me?"

"Remember the dinner party you had a few months ago, when I first asked you what it was like to be with a girl?" she said, and I nodded, remembering that Trevor had taken her home and stayed at her apartment for the night. "I told him I was interested in being with another girl, that I'd never tried it." She laughed softly then, a sweet sound from her lips. "I kept him up all night, asking him what it was like to have sex, as a guy, and specifically," she gave me a pointed look. "I asked what it was like to have sex with you."

Unsure if I wanted to know the answer, I asked anyway, "What did he say?"

Tabitha gave me a warm smile. "He said being with you was like swimming in passion, rolling around in sheets of bliss, flying through clouds of ecstasy."

I raised an eyebrow. It was awfully poetic, for Trevor, anyway.

"He said you made sex easy," she continued, not really looking at me, more like looking at something in her memory. "That you didn't judge him, that you taught him." She looked at me then, smiling again. "He said you were open about sex, honest, and it helped both of you be better, learn what each other wanted."

I snickered. "My mom always said, if you love doing something, do it right, and thoroughly enjoy it."

"Your mom's a wise woman," she chuckled, then she set her hand on my leg over the sheets I'd pulled across my lap. "That's why I wanted you to be my first. I was afraid of doing something wrong, of not being any good at being with a girl. Trevor made it sound like I could learn from you, that you'd forgive my mistakes, and help me be better at it, help me discover myself."

"And did you?" I asked after a moment. "Discover yourself?"

Tabitha bit her lower lip and smiled, then she leaned over to press her lips so very softly to mine in a sweet kiss. When she drew back, she nodded. "Yes. I did." Tabitha glanced down at my lap, then gave me a shy grin and asked, "So, can I see it?"

"I can't believe you're not freaking out about this," I told her, pulling the sheets off my lap.

"Me too, actually," she said quietly, staring at my flaccid penis.

I looked too. It took me a moment to really comprehend just how long I was, though admittedly difficult to tell, since I wasn't erect. One thing I have figured out though; it seems my penis is always a shower, not a grower. If you're not familiar with the terms, a grower is a penis that's rather small when flaccid but can reach average size when erect, whereas a grower is much larger flaccid, but doesn't get a whole lot bigger when erect.

From the looks of things, my dick would be too long for Paula for comfort, and even Ginger. In fact, with the flared crown, it was like a scaled down version of what I sported for Rose.

"Can I touch it?" Tabitha asked, yanking me out of my thoughts.

"Sure," I breathed, nervous and excited all at once. I mean, Trevor's sister was about to touch my girlcock, and ohmygodTrevor'ssisterwasabouttotouchmygirlcock!

Tentatively, Tabitha reached out her hand. With her palm down, the tips of two of her fingers lightly caressed the soft skin around the middle of my shaft.

"It's really warm," she said, looking up at me.

I didn't say anything. I just waited to see what else she would do. Her gaze dropped to my penis again and her fingertips slid higher, up to the base of me, then they traced around where my shaft met my smooth mound, down to the underside. I felt her fingertips find my damp labia and I sighed. Tabitha gave me a look of surprise.

"You still have a pussy?" she said, and before I could say anything, she wrapped her other hand around me just beneath my crown. Lifting me up and out of the way, she was able to see more. Her hand felt really good, and I felt blood rushing to fill my length. "That's so cool," she grinned. The fingers of her free hand gently spread my labia open, revealing pink glistening folds for her to see. "And all of it works?" she asked me.

I nodded.

"I guess it would," she said, then snickered. "I mean, you and Trevor have enough sex, after all. I didn't figure you were doing him in the ass all this time."

I snorted. While she talked, my penis was rapidly swelling. Her hand had slid down to the lower third of my shaft, while the rest had been lying against her forearm. Now, it was rising up and away from her arm, getting harder by the second. Tabitha noticed and adjusted her grip, sliding her hand back to the end of me and lifting me up, then she wrapped her other hand around the middle of my shaft.

"So, do you have a preference?" she asked.

I'd been staring at her hands around my cock, so I glanced at her. "What do you mean?"

"Over which you prefer to have sex with," she said, and she resumed exploring me with her hands. "This or your pussy."

I loved the way her hands felt on me. Her upper hand palmed my crown, rolled over and around it, and her thumb would stop now and then to play with that sensitive spot on the underside of my cockhead.

"Honestly, I prefer using that," I told her, leaning back on my arms to get comfortable. "But Trevor's really good, so I don't think I could go without either."

Tabitha snickered and made a funny face, and I realized what I'd just said.

"Ew," I snickered back, screwing up my face too. "I can't believe I just told you that about your brother."

"No biggie," she shrugged, stroking both hands up and down my nearly fully erect length. "I had to put up with a whole summer of him and Angela fooling around."

I smiled, remembered Trevor telling Sarah and I about how he'd helped the girl from his calculus class with shaving her nether regions.

"He said they fooled around, but didn't go into specifics," I told her.

"Well, our rooms were right next to each other, so I can," she chuckled. Tabitha held my now hard cock straight up, stroking her lower hand up and down my length while massaging the tip of me with the other. "I'll just say that I discovered my brother can't resist a smoothly shaven twat."

"They had sex?" I blinked, surprised.

"Definitely not," she shook her head. A bead of pre welled up from the hole at the end of me. Tabitha rubbed her thumb over it and smeared the slick goo around my crown. When another shimmering bead appeared, she did it again, and soon had my crown slippery with my arousal. "He went down on her a lot though. She even blew him a few times towards the end of the summer."

"You didn't watch them, did you?" I asked, wondering exactly how kinky Trevor's sister really was.

"Ew, hell no," she screwed up her face again, then she smiled. "I heard enough, like her telling him how big he was, how good he tasted, how soft he felt in her mouth." Tabitha chuckled at a memory and added, "Poor thing tried so hard to deep-throat him. I don't think she ever pulled it off though."

"It's not easy," I admitted.

"You've deep-throated Trevor?" she asked.

It was really odd, talking to Tabitha about her brother like this, but she made it rather easy since she was still jacking me off.

"Took practice," I told her, meaning to smile, but it was lost in the long sigh that escaped me when her hands clenched down at the same time my cock throbbed powerfully.

"I bet it did," she nodded, the grinned. "Can't have been more difficult than trying to take something like this to the root though."

"I wouldn't know," I moaned, slumping back further on the bed, watching Tabitha over my breasts, rising and falling with my breath.

"Is Trevor the biggest guy you've been with?" she asked.

I raised an eyebrow. "He's the only guy I've been with."

"Seriously?" she made a face and snickered. I shrugged and she asked, "So, do you prefer girls then?"

"Yeah. He's an exception."

Tabitha nodded and focused her attention on my throbbing length. Over half of my long shaft was now coated with precum. She was still holding me straight up, studying my length. An image suddenly came to mind, from a shoot I'd done with Phillip and Mona. Phillip, I'd discovered, was rather well endowed. Not in girth, mind you, but length. If I had to guess, I'd say I was about as long as him now.

She shook her head and said, "I can't believe Sarah can take this thing."

"She doesn't," I shook my head, taking a sharp breath when Tabitha gave my cockhead and firm squeeze. "I'm wider with her, but not nearly this long."

Tabitha blinked and her hands stopped stroking me. "Wait a minute. Are you telling me this thing changes size?"

I nodded.

"You can do that?" she asked.

I nodded again.

"Show me," she grinned.

I grinned back and did what she asked. The core of my cock tingled as it grew, doubling in width and getting long enough to poke out above her upper hand.

"Holy shit," she laughed.

"If I don't do anything, it's the perfect size for whoever I'm with."

Tabitha grinned at me from behind my cock. "Is that why I wanna stick this thing in me so bad?"

I laughed and shrugged my shoulders, wondering if she'd try to do just that, and hoping she would, but then something hit me.

"Wait," I said before she could resume jacking me off. I sat up more fully and asked, "How did Trevor feel about you wanting to mess around with me?"

"Oh, that," she frowned, and she moved to lie down beside me. I uncrossed my legs and lay back, watching her as she resumed stroking my cock with one hand. The end of me nearly reached the bottom of my breasts, and hers for that matter. I was betting if Tabitha laid me against my body, the head would just reach my cleavage. She must have been thinking the same thing, because that's what she did, pressing the drooling head of my penis between my breasts. Tabitha snorted and said, "You could almost titty-fuck yourself."

I almost told her I'd already done that, and more, but got us back on topic instead, letting my cock return to the proper size for her. "Trevor?"

"Oh, right," she sighed, propping herself up on her side and resumed stroking the end of me. "He wasn't crazy about the idea. Your dick is really smooth, by the way."

I put my hand over hers, stopping her. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea."

"You're right," she nodded and let go of my cock. It was so hard that it kind of hovered over me, angled slightly up and away from me. Tabitha pushed up onto her hands and knees beside me and flashed a grin. "We won't tell him."

I started to ask what she meant, but Tabitha shifted down me, her head over my groin, and she flattened her tongue against the base of my shaft, licking a long hot line slowly up my length. It felt so good that it took my breath away.

"Tabby, wait," I tried to protest, but when her tongue reached the end of me, she curled it under my crown and drew the tip of my cock into her hot wet mouth, making me curl my body up and groan. "Unngawd."

Right then, my only regret was that her head was in the way, so I couldn't see what she was doing, only feel it. She gave me a brief but very wet slurp before letting me fall out of her mouth and pushing up and out of the way. My cock twitched and a big drop of shiny pre dribbled out onto my lower chest.

"Wow," she blinked at me, licking her lips. "You taste really good, Amy."

I let myself fall back to the bed and tried to catch my breath. I felt more precum dripping onto me, trickling down over my ribs.

"Did you come?" I heard her ask.

"No," I shook my head and tried to push up onto my elbows. "But we shouldn't..."

I didn't get to finish the statement. Tabitha lowered her head again and took the end of me back into her mouth. Her tongue laved my crown, making me twitch again, and she cooed around me. Her mouth left me and she smacked her lips.

"You taste like a guy," she said, wrapping a hand around the lower half of me. "But sweeter, I think."

I grabbed her shoulders to pull her off, but she sucked me into her mouth again, deeper this time. The end of me lightly touched the opening of her throat. Tabitha held me there, letting her throat nip at the very tip of me. I felt her thick saliva coating me, running down my shaft to her hand, which she spread over my exposed shaft, jacking her hand up and down slow but firm.

Without warning, Tabitha began to bob and twist her head, sucking and slurping loudly. Occasionally she would take me out of her mouth and lick my tip, smacking her lips before swallowing my pre. She took me into her mouth again and sucked me furiously, sliding her clenched hand up my length until it was pressed against her mouth, and she fucked me like that with her mouth and hand.

My cock lurched and my head lolled to the side. It felt so good that I couldn't bring myself to stop her, even though I knew that I should. At least she was blowing me from the side. If she'd been straight on, the pressure from her tongue on the underside of me would have been too much, and I'd have come by now.

Tabitha took me out of her mouth with a wet slurp and jacked her saliva coated hand up and down me, and asked, "I'd really like to stick this in me, Amy."

"We can't," I gasped, pushing up onto my elbows to shake my head at her. "Trevor doesn't want us to..."

She interrupted me, brushing her hair out of her face and flashing a cute smile, "Will you let me make you come at least?"

"We shouldn't be doing..." I began, but that was as far as I got.

"Doesn't sound like a no to me," she smirked, and she sucked me back into her hot mouth.

Before I could protest again, Tabitha shifted on her hands and knees so that her rear end was near my head. Her lips slid down the length of me, hot tongue pushing up against me, and once more the opening of her throat nipped at my crown.

I moaned a feeble protest, but found that my hands had grabbed her head. Tabitha held me deep in her mouth and laved my cock with her tongue. She let me slip out of her mouth, took a deep breath, then slid me back inside. She made a soft short gaging sound, then everything was so hot, so tight. Tabitha slid me deep into her throat. It felt so good that it curled me up, my shoulders lifting up from the bed. My hands held her head tight and I pushed my hips up. The last of me pushed into her throat and I felt her soft lips against my mound.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, feeling her tight throat clenching my aching length.

I held her there for what felt like an eternity, long enough that an imminent climax began to build, stretching up the length of me, making me swell inside her throat. I wasn't sure if she wanted me to come like that, so I relaxed my hold on her head and let my hips down. Tabitha let me slip out of her throat and I felt thick saliva fall onto my cock and pelvis while she took deep breaths.

"Fuck, you're long," she breathed, grabbing my cock and jacking her hand rapidly up and down me.

I laid there luxuriating in the feel of her hand, her warm breath on my tip. The scent of her aroused little pussy caught me and I rolled my head to the side. Her cute little butt was right there, her naked folds glistening wetly, so very open with arousal. With a grunt, I grabbed her leg and threw it on the other side of my head. Tabitha got the hint and straddled my face. I wrapped my arms around her waist, grabbed her hips, and pulled her sopping cunt down to my mouth.

"Oh shit, Amy," she gasped. I licked and sucked at her open sex, drinking up her honey, swimming in her musky scent. Tabitha stopping jacking me off and held me with her hand, then said, "Fuck my throat."

She let me go, put both hands on the bed beside my hips, placed the tip of me into her mouth and promptly swallowed almost every hard inch of me. I groaned at the feel of her tight clinging throat and thrust my hips, shoving the last of me into her mouth. I licked a hot line up her cunt and shoved my tongue as far inside as I could, then I began thrusting my hips. Tabitha made soft gagging sounds as I fucked her throat, and it felt so fucking amazing that I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to.

I was in heaven, her slim body against mine, waist so tiny that my arms wrapped easily around her, her sweet little pussy in my mouth, nipping at my tongue, her throat so tight and wet around my cock. Hot cum rushed up the length of me and spilled deep into her throat with long powerful pulses. Tabitha shook in my arms and moaned, making her throat vibrate around me, prolonging my glorious come. It felt like I poured a gallon of cum into her stomach when I finally unwound, letting my butt fall back to the bed.




Strange Days Ch. 69-71



Tabitha took a sharp breath and shimmied her hips, smearing her pussy juice over my face. I was paralyzed, arms falling beside me. I was dimly aware of Tabitha moving above me, then I felt her warm breath on my face and the hot kiss of her pussy on the tip of my cock.

"No, we can't," I said sharply, forcing my eyes open to look at her.

"Are you sure?" Tabitha gave me a catty grin. The end of me was right at her entrance, and she was so open with arousal that I knew I'd slide in with incredible ease.

I shook my head, hating myself for being the good girl right then. "We can't."

"Oh fine," she huffed, then adjusted her hips so that she could slide her weeping folds up and down my length. "But one way or another, I'm gonna come again."

I nodded and grabbed her hips. We thrust together, my length sliding against her wet pussy. I wasn't fully erect, both from having just climaxed and from my reservations of having sex with her, but I was hard enough, and still very long. Tabitha laid her body over mine and began to shake in my arms, gasping.

"Gonna come so hard," she hissed, then every inch of her tightened. She came silently, pushing up onto her arms, mouth falling open.

She thrust hard and fast against me, coming for all she was worth, but she raised her hips too high, and the next thing I knew, my cock plunged inside her eager cunt.

"Tabby!" I hissed, pushing my butt down into the mattress, but her hips only fell further, her hot pussy swallowing me up for just a moment.

"Sorry!" she gasped, lifting her hips and letting me fall out of her to resume grinding her cumming cunt against my cock, now pressed against my belly. Tabitha thrust her hips slow and slower, and her face screwed up with deep concentration and wondrous pleasure. "Ohhh, that's fucking good."

Eventually, she let herself fall, draping her body over mine. It felt nice, different. She was taller than me but so damn slim. She actually felt smaller than me, somehow. Not like Holly, but...different. I wrapped my arms loosely around her and held her, petting her back and small butt.

"That felt really good," she breathed against the side of my head, then kissed me there. "You sure you won't let me fuck you?"

"Not a good idea," I shook my head and gave her butt a gentle pat.

"You're still hard though," she told me.

And she was right. My cock twitched between our bodies.

"Want me to make you come again?" she asked, pushing up onto her arms and looking down at me sweetly.

"No!" I laughed.

Tabitha grinned and got off of me. "Spoilsport."

I watched her roll onto her back beside me and stretch, then smooth a hand down her stomach with a delightful coo and a pretty smile, her eyes closed. Tabitha really was quite beautiful, so very sexy. Her hips weren't bony, but there was a lot of shape to them, dipping deep down where her thighs met her pelvis.

"You realize that wasn't exactly a girl-on-girl experience," I told her.

Tabitha laid her hand over my dick and laughed, "Gee, you think?"

I laughed too.

A little while later, we took a quick shower and got dressed, then made hot cocoa and relaxed in the living room. She tried to get me to tell her where Sarah got my statue of Freyja, but I explained that I couldn't give her any more details than I already had. So, we just hung out and talked for a while, sharing secrets and laughing at jokes and memories. I realized that I wished I had known Tabitha better while we were growing up, but I was fine with making up for lost time. What really amazed me though, was that I wasn't nervous about her knowing my secret. I never was with anyone, actually. Strange, but when they promised to keep my secret, I simply believed them, that they wouldn't tell anyone. Sharing my secret with Tabitha seemed to bring us so much closer than we'd been. She was a brilliantly intelligent young woman, full of life. She was so confident and poised, but she could throw down with the best of sailors when the situation called for it. Any guy than managed to land her would be lucky indeed.

And that thought woke up the schemer in me.

"I shouldn't tell you this," I began, looking down at my nearly empty cup of cocoa. When I looked up, Tabitha was leaning forward eagerly. I grinned. "But Phillip is hung like me."

Tabitha blinked. "Phillip?"

I nodded, my grin widening.

"No kidding," she looked away in thought, then asked. "But isn't he with Mona?"

I shook my head. "Only when he's actually with Mona."

Tabitha shook her head. "I don't know what that means."

I chuckled. "It means they're not exclusive. They're fuck buddies. Mona's only possessive when they're actually together, like on a date. Otherwise, they're just friends, but using each other until one of them finds someone."

"Really," she said, thoughtful again. She glanced at me and grinned. "Hung like you, huh?"

"Like a damn spear," I grinned back, holding my hand out from my groin.

Tabitha put her elbow on her knee and set her chin in her palm. "And how is that you know so much about Phillip's dick?"

I laughed and waved my hand. "It's not like that. He and Mona helped me refresh my portfolio. I was told it needed spicing up, so I shot them while they were having sex."

Tabitha blinked again, looking surprised. "But Mona's so tiny!"

She made the same connection I had when I saw them have sex. Mona was definitely a petite girl, not as small as Holly, but still pretty small. I'd been amazed that she'd been able to take Phillip, and she really had, every last inch of him. I told Tabby as much.

We spent the next hour or so gabbing, just being girls, but eventually, Tabitha had to pack up and take off. Before stepping into the elevator, she turned to face me and took my hand.

"Hey, I had a really good time today," she said, blushing.

"Me too," I smiled back.

"See you around?" she asked, looking kind of vulnerable then.

I gave her a warm smile and squeezed her hand. "You're welcome here any time, Tabby."

She gave me a hug, kissed my cheek, and all but skipped into the elevator, bouncing up on her toes and gesturing with her hand as I closed the doors, drawing a zipper across her lips. As the elevator made its way down, I leaned back against the doors and sighed. I'd very nearly had sex with Trevor's sister.

Yeah, I was definitely going to have to have a talk with Trevor.

Chapter 71

So, helping each other shave had definitely been nothing more than an excuse to get us in the shower, because Tabitha and I had never gotten around to it. I took care of it after she left, and just as I was finishing up, my cell phone started ringing. I had to streak through the apartment naked to catch it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Amy," Phillip replied.

"Hey!" I was really excited to hear from him. Phillip was such a sweet guy, and I didn't get to see him or talk to him nearly as much as I'd like. But how odd that he'd call now? "Tabitha and I were just talking about you today."

"You were?" he asked, sounding confused.

"Yep," I told him, making my way back to the bedroom, dripping water all over the place. "So what's up?"

"I, uhm...I was just wondering what you were doing today," he said, and he didn't sound like his usual confident self. Phillip wasn't overly shy, but he was comfortable with who he was, so this wasn't like him. Something was wrong.

"Nothing, really," I shrugged, realized he couldn't see it, and smiled. "Why? You wanna hang out with little old me?"

He laughed softly. "Yeah. If you wouldn't mind."

"Of course not," I said, slipping on a pair of panties, then told him. "Hold on a second."

I put the phone down and put on a bra and shirt, then grabbed the phone again.

"Okay. I'm back," I said, searching for a pair of shorts.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Getting dressed."

"Holy shit," he breathed, then he asked, "Were you naked when you answered the phone?"

I laughed. "Yes. I'd just finished shaving. A few seconds earlier and you'd have caught me in the middle of it."

"Oh yeah? Shaving what?" he teased, and I could hear the broad grin in his voice.

"My coochie," I replied in a little girl voice.

Phillip laughed out loud. "You always make me laugh, even when life sucks."

I'd been about to put a pair of shorts on, but I stopped and stood there with the phone in one hand and shorts in the other. "What's going on, Phillip?"

He sighed. "Maybe I should come over first."

"Okay," I shrugged again, then thought of something better. "Or, I could come to you."

"Do you even know where I live?" he chuckled.

Actually, I didn't. I'd never been to his apartment. "Give me your address." I punched it into my phone, and when the map had plotted out the directions, I told him, "Give me about fifteen minutes and I'll be there."

"See ya'."

When he hung up, I dropped the phone on the bed and put my shorts on. I gave Sarah a call but got her voicemail, so I left a message explaining where I'd be, in case she got home before I got back.

About fifteen minutes later, I was knocking on Phillip's door. He lived in a sprawling student housing apartment complex, on the third floor. When he opened the door, what I saw surprised me. Phillip had definitely seen better days. He hadn't shaved in a while, so he had a blanket of short growth on his face, and his hair was damp and kind of a mess, since he hadn't done anything with it after taking a shower. He seemed to have lost a little weight too, and given his lean - almost wiry - build, he didn't have very much weight to loose.

"Wow. Someone really beat you with an ugly-stick," I told him.

Phillip gave me a wide smile and stepped out to hug me, tightly. It surprised me, really. Phillip wasn't a big hugger, and it was only the second or third time he'd ever hugged me, but he held me almost desperately, like he was drawing strength from me. Had just anyone hugged me like that, it would have made me uncomfortable, considering how very much of him was pressed up against me, but the slight shaking of his frame told me something was very wrong.

I hugged him back and asked, "Phillip, what's going on?"

"Mona found someone," he said softly into my neck.

Oh, no. Phillip and Mona had a casual relationship, yes, but I knew that he cared about her a lot more than he led on.

"Oh," I replied lamely. "Phillip, I'm so sorry," I told him, turning my head to kiss his cheek.

He drew back and stepped into his apartment, holding the door open for me.

"It was gonna happen sooner or later."

"Why do you say that?"

Phillip shut the door and went into the small kitchen. "Drink?"

"Sure," I nodded.

"Take a look around, if you like," he said.

I took him up on the offer while he got two sodas from the fridge. I knew Phillip had roommates, two other guys, but I'd never met them, and they weren't in the apartment just then. It was a bachelor pad if I'd ever seen one, but surprisingly clean. Two black leather couches and a massive flat-screen TV with an Xbox dominated the living room. All but one of the shelves in the entertainment center were full of DVDs and Blue-Ray movies, the last one stuffed with controllers, guns and other accessories for the Xbox. There was a big coffee table in the middle, and underneath were a bunch of wide pillows. There wasn't a table in the dining room, so I was guessing they ate in the living room, maybe sitting on the pillows on the floor. Instead, the dining room was occupied by three study desks, one on each wall, with the chairs back to back.

While Phillip filled glasses with ice, I meandered down the hall. There were two bedrooms on the left and one on the right, and a bathroom was on the right too. While the living room and dining room was pretty spacious, all the square footage was there. The bedrooms were tiny, barely large enough for a twin bed and a dresser. I understood why Phillip and his roommates put their desks in the dining room. The bathroom was pretty tiny too.

"Here you go," Phillip met me in the hallway and handed me a glass of soda, then gestured around the apartment with his own glass. "It's not much to look at, I know."

I shrugged. "I think you and your roomies have made it work just fine."

He snorted. "Oh, come on. Next to your apartment, this place is a dump."

"We just got lucky," I smiled.

"I'll say."

I followed Phillip into the living room and sat beside him on the couch, taking a sip of my soda and setting it on the coffee table. I turned to face him, tucking my leg underneath me, and waited. Phillip just stared down into his glass for a bit, then took a breath.

"We've known each other for years," he said quietly, showing a small grin as he thought about Mona. "Never had any secrets, told each other everything. It was a very honest relationship, very open."

I didn't miss his choice of words. "You say that like it's over."

He looked at me and shrugged. "Isn't it?"

I put my hand on his knee. "No, Phillip. It isn't over, just different."

He shook his head and grinned weakly down into his glass again. "I don't know."

"So she met a guy," I shrugged. "That doesn't mean your aren't friends anymore."

"Yeah, I know," he sighed and set down his glass beside mine, then slumped back against the couch. "But I won't see her as much anymore. It's bad enough that I have to share my friend, but..." he paused and gave me a shy smile, saying, "Forgive me for this, but to lose my fuck buddy too, that just sucks."

I grinned. "Oh, so all this melancholy is really about losing readily accessible tail."

"Of course not," he slapped my knee playfully, then he chuckled. "Well, partly, sure."

"I know how you feel," I told him.

"You do?" he said with interest.

I nodded. "Trevor and I grew up together. We were pretty little when we first met. Even ate mud pies together." Phillip chuckled at that. "It really sucked to have to watch him date other girls."

"Because you had a crush on him?"

"Not at first, no," I shook my head. "We were just friends at first. I mean, I always had a crush on him, I guess, but I lost my friend first. The moment he got interested in girls, he pretty much disappeared. We stopped traveling in the same social circles in junior high, and it only got worse in high school. The only saving grace was that we still lived really close to each other, and I had a pool," I told him with a grin, making him smile. "Trevor came around now and then, and sometimes he'd even stay at my place all day, but...it took a long time before he was interested in me like he was the other girls. Until then, not only did I have to watch the guy I had a crush on run around crushing on other girls, but I didn't get to see my friend near as much as I liked."

He gave me a long level look and said, "Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure I'm not going to get your happy ending."

"Happy ending?" I blinked, not following him.

"Yeah," he nodded, patting my knee. "You got him, and you have Sarah."

"Oh, that," I said, unable to look him in the eye.

I felt him staring at me, waiting for me to continue. I guess it made sense that our friends thought the three of us were perfectly happy, and I guess for a time, we were, but eventually, reality set in, at least for me. I loved Trevor, but not the way he wanted me to, and I never would, not while Sarah was still around. Based on his behavior lately, I was pretty sure that Trevor had already figured that out.

I glanced at Phillip, and I wanted him to know that he wasn't the only one facing hard choices. Both of us had to face hard truths and make a decision.

"If you breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll kick your ass," I told him.

He grinned for a second, then gave me a serious nod.

"It isn't a happy ending," I said, looking him straight in the eye. "If you asked me a few months ago if a person could be in love with two people, I would have told you it was possible."

"But now you can't," he said after a moment.

I shook my head. "I want to be in love with him, but Sarah has my heart, every last piece of it." I shrugged with defeat. "There just isn't enough of me left for him."

"Wow," he said quietly, looking straight ahead at nothing. "That must really suck for him."

I nodded and said just as quietly, "Yeah."

After a few minutes of silence, he asked me, "Does he know? That you can't be in love with him, I mean."

"I think he's figuring it out."

Phillip frowned a little. "The two of you haven't talked about it?"

I shook my head.

Phillip sat up and gave me a grave look. "Amy, you have to tell him."

"I know," I said, maybe a little too defensively.

"It's not fair to him," he went on, turning to face me and throwing his arm up on the back of the couch. "As long as he thinks, or just even hopes, that you could love him as much as you love Sarah, or as much as he loves you, he'll wait. He won't give himself a chance to get out there and find for himself what you already have."

"I know, I just..." I started, but he cut me off.

"You're a better person than this."

"No, I'm not!" I practically yelled, though it may have sounded a little whiny. I took a breath to calm down and told him, "I'm not a good person, Phillip. I'm selfish." He started to shake his head, but I kept going, my voice rising and everything tumbling out of my mouth in one long sentance. "I'm stringing him along because I do love him and I can't bring myself to let him go because I waited so long to have him and I can't stand the idea that I'm losing him when I just fucking got him!"

Phillip gave me a level look again and asked softly, "Losing him or losing the idea of him?"

I opened my mouth to reply, then closed it when nothing came out. I wasn't sure. I'd been crushing on Trevor for most of my life. Even when I'd first had sex with him, I was so much closer to Sarah already. I hadn't been dating anybody, and neither had she, and while Sarah and I hadn't officially been a couple, and never talked about it, we spent all of our time together. Four or five days out of every week of high school, I slept at her place or she slept at mine. We were inseparable.

But then Trevor happened, at last. We had sex, and though it hadn't been very good, we managed to figure it out. We found our friendship again, and it just kind of evolved into our relationship today. I'd been so damned happy to finally have him, and it just seemed to be a forgone conclusion that I would continue to have him, forever.

But I wouldn't have him forever. I couldn't keep him. It wasn't fair, not to him.

Fact one; I was in love with Sarah, deeply, with all of my heart, all of my soul.

Fact two; I loved Trevor. He was a dear friend, and an incredible lover.

Fact three; When I imagined the future, I saw Sarah, instantly, no doubts, no worries. It was just Sarah, the woman I loved, my soul mate, the one person I was meant to be with.

"Fuck," I muttered, the room blurring as tears welled up in my eyes.

"Yeah," Phillip said quietly. "Fuck is right."

Tears fell down my cheeks while I stared down at the floor.

"Come here," Phillip whispered, and he wrapped his arm around me and drew me against him.

I hugged him back, eagerly snuggled up to his tall frame and cried against his chest. Gawd, it hurt so much, finally accepting the facts, that I had to let Trevor go. Fuck me, did it hurt.

Phillip held me, stroking my back, kissing my hair, and I was so grateful for it. In that moment, we were closer than we'd ever been, brought together by the pain we shared, the hurt, the loss. I took comfort in his arms around me, his hands gently stroking my back and hair, the beat of his heart beneath my ear, and even the smell of his clothes and skin. I was also really grateful that he'd taken a shower before I came over.

I leaned back a little to look up at him. He gave me one of his charming smiles, and it warmed me in an instant.




Strange Days Ch. 72-74



Just a brief intro this time. Once again, a huge thank you to Blind_Justice for his critique. Also, please remember to vote, and as always, I adore the feedback, so keep it coming!

-redskyes

Chapter 72

I was packing up my camera, having just finished a fashion shoot with Sophia, a knockout of a model from Germany. She was a little taller than me, lean and fit with long legs, and had the prettiest blue-green eyes I'd ever seen. Think Diane Kruger, but with light brown hair, and you'll get a pretty good idea of what she looked like. This had been only my second shoot with her, but she was a real joy to work with, a true natural in front of the camera. I watched her flirting with Darren, bright eyes and easy smile, brushing her fingertips down his forearm when he made her laugh. She hadn't yet figured out he was gay, but when she did, I knew I'd sympathize with her. Darren was definitely a hottie.

"You about ready?" he asked, coming over to join me after Sophia left.

"Yeah," I nodded, slinging my camera bag over my shoulder, then remembered something. "Oh, I almost forgot to give you this."

I took a photo from my back pocket and handed it over. It was the better of the pictures I'd taken of Phillip with my phone. Darren looked it over and nodded appreciatively.

"Good looking guy," he said, handing it back to me, then he grinned. "But I'm taken."

"I wasn't offering you a butt-buddy, Darren."

He laughed.

"Actually, I was wondering what you thought of his potential."

He raised an eyebrow. "Do I think he could model?"

I nodded.

Darren held his hand out so I gave him the picture again. He gave it a longer look, and without looking up, asked, "You take this with a phone or something?"

"Best I could do at the time. Spur of the moment kind of thing."

He nodded. "Well, it's kind of hard to tell for certain from this, but...yeah, I think he might have potential." He looked up then. "Can you get a better picture, something I can show Clarisse?"

"Absolutely."

"Good," he handed the picture back. "That's a good angle for him, so use that as a reference for the next one."

"Thanks, Darren," I pushed up onto my toes and kissed his cheek.

We walked back to our cars together, and he took me to mine.

Darren touched my elbow. "Listen, some of us are going out for drinks. Care to join us?"

I chewed my lip. "Uhm, I would, but there are two problems with that plan."

"Oh?"

I held up my finger. "First, I'm not twenty one."

Darren chuckled. "I keep forgetting that."

I held up a second finger, "And second, I have a shit-ton of homework to do."

"Surprised you don't have a fake ID," he told me with a smirk. "I know a guy, if you're interested."

"That's okay," I smiled, waving a hand. "I can wait a little while longer."

Darren started to say something else, but my phone rang.

"Sorry, one sec," I told him and answered my phone. "Hello?"

"Amy," was the curt response.

I recognized the voice instantly, and my breath caught.

"Detective Willis?"

"Todd Redding made bail," he told me gently. "Judge imposed a restraining order, so he's not allowed within a hundred yards of you or Paula, but still, I thought you should know."

When I was able to breathe again, I nodded, even though he couldn't see it. "Thanks."

"You okay?" he asked when I didn't say anything else for a while.

"Yeah, I just...who posted his bail?" I asked, and Darren gave me a sharp look.

Detective Willis grunted. "Who do you think? The one and only aspiring Senator Redding."

Todd's dad was running for senator? When did that happen? The question I asked next was only because of all the TV shows and movies I'd seen.

"Is he gonna get off?"

"Todd?"

"Yeah."

"Because his father might or might not become Senator? Hell no."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Detective Willis continued. "He's in the middle of a campaign, so he's going to keep this as quiet as he can. That means a plea bargain with the DA's office. Todd will see jail time, I can guarantee you that, but just so you know, it probably won't be much."

I snorted. "If it doesn't take more than twenty-four hours for him to get ass raped by a bigger inmate, that's enough time for me."

Detective Willis laughed out loud.

"Has the trial date been set?" I asked.

"Third of February," he told me, and he didn't sound happy. "Courts are backed up with sexual assault cases. Assholes are hitting bars and clubs all over the city, doping up women left and right. I've worked five of those cases since I took on yours."

Darren whispered, "Everything okay?"

I gave him a nod.

Detective Willis said, "Amy, if you so much as see him, you call me right away, day or night, no matter what time it is."

"I will."

"Listen, if you want, I can put a uniform or two on you for the next few days."

I shook my head, "No. That's okay. I don't think he'll be coming around."

"Not with Trevor around, I suppose."

I swallowed a lump that formed in my throat. "He went back to Princeton."

"Shit," Willis muttered. "Okay, you sure you don't want the uniforms?"

I thought about it for a moment, suddenly missing Trevor terribly. "I don't know. No, I don't think so."

He sighed. "Fine, but keep my number close. Got it?"

I couldn't help but smile at the parental tone he took with me. "Yes, sir."

Willis chuckled. "Alright then. Take care of yourself, and if you need anything..."

"I know. Got you on speed dial."

When I hung up, Darren gave me an earnest look and took my hand in his. "Want me to stay with you two for a while?"

I pushed up onto my toes and kissed his cheek again. "That's sweet, but no. We'll be fine."

"You sure?" he asked while I unlocked my car and climbed in.

"Yeah. I think I'll invite Holly and Violet over for a couple nights, just in case."

I started the car, then turned down the radio when Darren leaned in. "You girls doing anything fun?"

"Not really," I shrugged, looking over at him. "We're going to bang out our homework before the winter break, hang out, nothing special."

He nodded. "Okay. Well, call if you need anything." He thought of something and grinned teasingly. "I'd suggest having your friend Phillip stay with you, but he's kind of a pretty boy."

I chuckled. "If I wanted someone big and burly for protection, I'd borrow your boyfriend."

Darren laughed. "Take care, Amy."

When I got home, I made cold chicken salad for dinner and put it in the fridge, then took a bath and shaved. Sarah was still nagging me to try the laser hair removal thing, but I kept chickening out. After the bath, I put on a comfy pair of cotton shorts and a tank top that had the bottom half cut off. As I made my way over to my desk, I realized it was the same tank top I'd worn back home, the morning after I revealed my gift to Violet and Paula. I smiled fondly at the memory, of Violet sucking me off in the kitchen while I was on the phone with my mom. It made my cock twitch in the leg of my shorts, which only served to build up the anticipation of Sarah's eventual arrival.

I was constantly amazed by how much my life had changed. I had a good job, was holding down a decent grade point average, and I was madly in love. Of course, not everything was perfect. I'd had that feeling of being watched again, the day before, and it had been worse, far more intense. I hadn't told Sarah. She'd gotten home after I'd gone to bed, and it just hadn't come up in conversation. Besides, I didn't want her to worry, and I was trying not to think about it anyway.

I threw myself into my assignments, figuring that would distract me until Sarah got home, and later, Holly and Violet. I was just finishing up my paper when the elevator ground its way up from below. Sarah stepped into the apartment and slid the doors shut.

"Hey, baby," she smiled warmly.

For a moment, I couldn't say anything. I just sat in my chair and stared at her. She was still dressed for the office, wearing black pumps, gray skirt, and a sleeveless, burgundy blouse. Her long dark hair was pulled up into a messy bun, showing off her lovely neck and bare shoulders. Jeezus, she was beautiful. Before I knew it, I'd stood up and walked over to her.

"What?" she smirked at me over her shoulder, dropping her book bag by the couch, where she always worked on her assignments, preferring it over the desk.

I shook my head and murmured, "I just can't get over how beautiful you are."

She had the humility to blush - one of the many reasons I loved her - then she gave me a sultry smile and turned around to hug me, lacing her fingers together at the back of my neck. "You think I'm pretty?" she asked, giving me a sweet kiss.

"No," I breathed against her soft lips, kissing her back. She was wearing lip gloss that was flavored like cotton candy, which made me want to kiss her even more. "Beautiful."

Sarah snuck her tongue into my mouth, but only briefly, drawing it back so that she could give my lower lip a teasing suck. "You're so sweet."

Her lips were so soft, and I loved the feel of her tongue against mine. My length throbbed inside my shorts, sliding up and over my hip as it hardened. I kissed her hungrily, hard and deep, getting so hard that the tip of me began to peek out from the waistband of my shorts. Sarah moaned into my mouth and unlaced her fingers to slide her palms down my chest. My nipples tightened and she gave them a teasing pinch.

Gawd, I wanted her.

Pulling her skirt up a fistful at a time, I found her panties and pushed them down her legs, kneeling so that I could get them off and throw them aside. She gazed down at me wantonly, mouth open and lips swollen from my kisses. I stood up and kissed her again, my hands under her skirt, squeezing her tight ass. I felt her push my shorts down, and if I thought I was the one that was horny, I was dead wrong.

The moment my feet were out of my shorts, Sarah shoved me, hard. I fell back onto the couch. Before I could gather my senses, she straddled me, took my hard cock in her hand, and fit me between her legs. I felt her hot opening kiss my tip only an instant before she sat down, her hot sheath surrounding me, down to the very hilt.

I threw my head back and moaned. Sarah grabbed the back of my head and made me look at her, brown eyes dark, almost black. I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her down while thrusting up, grinding my cock inside her, making her mouth fall open.

I held her tight against me and moved only my hips, buried deep inside her, addicted to the slick warmth of her surrounding me. I reached for the buttons on her skirt to take off her clothes, wanting to see her, all of her. But Sarah had other plans.

Grabbing my wrists, she jerked them up above my head and pinned them against the back of the couch.

"Fuck the clothes," she growled, staring into my eyes with such intensity that it took my breath away.

I nodded dumbly, then she began to move her lower body, fucking me slow, and only about half of me. I knew what she was doing, rubbing the end of me over that spot inside her, and while I preferred to fuck her with every inch of me, I loved to see her come. I moved my hips as much as I could, in time with her, watching her lovely face transform from raw heat to desperation. She almost looked sad, eyes shimmering, mouth open and breathing hard and fast.

I wasn't anywhere near coming, despite how good she felt, but I could feel her wet walls fluttering around me. She was close. Really close.

"Amy," she gasped, then she looked at my mouth and kissed me, all tongue and teeth.

Grabbing her ass in my hands, I helped her fuck me, lifting her until I'd almost fall out of her, only to pull her back down, hard, every last achingly hard inch of me knifing up into her body. She moaned into my mouth with every stab of my cock inside her, louder and faster, until she was squealing and slammed her body right down to my root. Her insides clamped down on me so hard that I couldn't even move, and she screamed into my mouth.

When she stopped screaming, she pressed her forehead against mine and steadied her breathing.

"Fucking hell," she whispered.

I laughed breathlessly. I hadn't come yet, and I was still hard. I flexed my abdomen, making my cock twitch inside her. She murmured something that I didn't quite catch.

"What was that?" I asked.

"I said I missed you today," she replied, barely a whisper.

I smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. "Missed you too."

I throbbed inside her and she gasped, then looked at me. "You didn't come yet?"

I shook my head. "I was kinda busy watching you."

She smiled at me, happy and content, warming my heart. Then she sat up and grabbed the hem of her blouse, pulling it over her head and tossing it away. She reached behind her to unlatch her bra, so I worked on the buttons of her skirt. Both garments hit the floor at the same time, leaving her naked and stuffed full of my dick.

I couldn't help myself. She was so fucking beautiful, breasts full and nipples tight, abdomen rippling as she began to move her hips back and forth, stirring my cock inside her. I smoothed my hands down her chest, over to her sides, down to her hips. I touched her everywhere I could reach, exploring her body as though it was new to me, marveling at how that could be possible, considering how long we'd been together now.

When my hands found her breasts again, Sarah leaned forward and grabbed the back of the couch, then she began to raise and lower her body, slowly up, then plunging down fast, over and over.

"Jeezus, Sarah," I hissed, feeling her tight sheath squeezing me, sliding up and down my twitching length.

She pushed her breasts into my hands and rode me harder, faster.

"Gonna come," I warned her, feeling something inside me give, the tip of me swell.

"Good."

"No," I shook my head, eyes squeezed tightly shut, trying to stave off my climax. "Not yet."

She replied simply, "Yes."

Sarah threw her hips down, engulfing every hard inch of my cock in her wet heat, and I came. Hot cum burst out of the end of me. I sat up and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight while filling her with cum. She moved her hips, coaxing every last drop of goo out of me and into her body. As my climax faded, I felt tears sliding down my cheeks. I'd come that hard.

I felt her hands on my head and back, petting me gently, sweetly.

"I love you," she breathed.

"Gawd, I love you too," I almost sobbed.

Sarah chuckled and kissed my temple. "Good stuff, huh?"

I nodded, laughing.

"Oh, do I smell dinner?"

I balked at her teasingly. "Oh, I see. Had your sex and now it's all about food."

Grinning broadly, Sarah gave me a slow but passionate kiss. We sat there on the couch for a good long while, snuggling and kissing occasionally, long enough that I softened and fell out of her. Eventually, she crawled off me and took my hand. We took a shower, kissing and playing a little more. Things were just starting to heat up again when the elevator doors slid up with a loud groan. Holly and Violet had arrived.

"You finish up," I told Sarah, patting her hip and grabbing a towel to dry off. "I'll set the table."

"Wait."

Sarah grabbed my hand, pulled me to her and kissed me soundly. When she drew back, she gave me a wink and ducked under the spray to wash her hair. With the distance between us, I was afforded a wonderful view of her glorious body, and parts of me started to reawaken. Shaking my head, baffled by the effect Sarah still had on me, I wrapped myself in the towel and met up with the girls in the living room.

Holly smiled warmly, but Violet, standing beside her and a little behind, gave me a leering look of appraisal, seeing as how I wasn't wearing anything but a towel, and there was a noticeable bulge under it too.

"Sarah's just finishing up her shower," I told them, heading off to get dressed. "Be right back."

"We'll start setting the table?" Holly suggested to Violet.

Violet nodded, but said, "I'll catch up."

Holly glanced at me with a slight grin, then left. Violet followed me and I gave her a curious look, wondering what they were up to. She sidled up beside me while I dug in my dresser for a change of clothes.

"What are you two scheming?" I asked.

"Scheming?" she gasped in mock offense, laying her hand on her chest. "Why Amy, but I never ever scheme!"

"Yeah, right," I snorted, swatting at her with a pair of panties.

Violet snatched them out of my hand and took a look at them. They were one of my favorite pair, dark purple lace, pretty see-through, with black trim and tiny black bow. Actually, they were Sarah's favorite. She loved it when I wore them.

"Oh, I like these," Violet cooed, turning them over in her hands. Then she pushed my panties under her nose and took a big whiff.

"Violet!" I gasped, snatching them back.

"They smell good, like you," she teased.

"Ew," I wrinkled my nose. "That's gross, considering that I washed them."

"Skin, dumbass," she snorted, sliding between me and the dresser. "They smell like your skin, not your cooch."

I made a face. "That's still kinda gross."

Violet grinned and shook her head, raising her arms to lace her fingers behind my neck. "Not when you smell so good, it isn't."

Then she leaned forward and kissed me. I'm sure I've said it before, but Violet has some of the softest lips I'd ever kissed. Sarah's long tongue drove me crazy, and to date, Paula was hands-down the best kisser I'd ever known, but Violet's lips were incredibly lush, so soft and pillowy, like other parts of her.

She kissed me tenderly and sweetly, the very tip of her tongue teasing my lips apart. One of her hands left the back of my neck to slide over my shoulder, her thumb tracing the lines of my throat, and she deepened the kiss, taking a sharp breath through her nose and plunging her tongue into my mouth. I squealed into her mouth, surprised by the intensity, then I felt her hand pulling at my towel and it fell away.

"What are you doing?" I hissed against her lips, grabbing the towel before it could hit the floor.

"Seducing you, dummy," she grinned, smacking her lips against mine. "I like seducing you."

Her hand slipped under my towel, which was only covering the front of me at that point, and she cupped my breast, catching a nipple between her fingers. My nipple tightened instantly, and I gasped.

"But Holly..." I started to protest.

"Knows exactly what I'm doing."

Her hand massaged my breast, fingers pinching deliciously on my engorged nipple - both were, incidentally - and her kisses were relentless, soft and sweet, torturously gentle. My cock was hard as a rock.

"And what are you doing?" I breathed.

Her other hand slid down my back, while the first left my breast, grabbing the towel and firmly pulling it away from me, freeing the raging hardon beneath it. I heard the towel hit the floor near my feet. I could also hear Holly and Sarah talking, the latter of which was still in the shower.

"There's something I want tonight," she told me.

Suddenly both of her hands were on me, one wrapping around my stiff dick, the other sliding underneath, fingers finding my wet slit. Violet pushed two fingers inside me and I groaned, my head lolling forward to rest against hers.

"What do you want?" I asked, then whimpered when she stroked that spot inside me.

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered, kissing me again.

"What about Holly?"

Her fingers stroked inside me over and over, making me spasm around her digits, and her other hand rubbed over the end of me, smearing precum into her palm so that she could use the slickness to stroke me.

"I want her to fuck me too."

It barely registered, what she said, she was making me feel that good, my thighs quaking, pussy so wet and cock so fucking hard. But when it did register, a kind of shocked wonder was right on its heels, and I looked at her.




Strange Days Ch. 72-74



"You want..."

"Both of you, at the same time," she said, and she kissed me, hard.

Violet stroked her hand up and down my cock, slow but firm, and her fingers never stilled inside me. My legs were shaking and my belly was tightening, and I couldn't catch my breath. Jeezus, she wanted Holly and I to fuck her, together. I loved fucking Violet, more than I probably should, and I liked Holly. The thought of sharing Violet with her, of me and Holly and fucking my friend, together, was unbelievably erotic. Oh, yes, I was definitely interested.

But what would Sarah think about it?

I didn't remember wrapping my arms around Violet's neck, nor hugging her to me, but I had, apparently.

"I should ask Sarah," I gasped, nearly coming when she stroked that spot inside me again, cock disgorging an obscenely large glob of prefuck into her hand.

"I'll talk to her," Violet breathed, kissing me behind my ear. "But right now," she said, pulling away and dropping to her knees, "I want you to come in my mouth."

And with that, Violet drove her mouth down the length of my cock, fingers stroking inside me, tongue laving my dick, her throat nipping at the end of me. My hands clawed at her shoulders. She stroked that spot, something snapped, and my cock lurched, filling her mouth with thick cum.

"Mmm," she moaned, jacking me off into her mouth, fingers still working in my coming cunt.

My dong spit six or seven times, huge volumes of cream. It wasn't the hardest I'd ever come, nor the most, but it was probably the fastest. The entire seduction, from first kiss to the big blow, had taken no more than a couple minutes, maybe less. When it was over, Violet stood up and grinned at me. There was a huge dollop of white cum hanging from her chin, but she scooped it up with a finger and promptly sucked the digit clean.

"Mmm, yummy," she smacked her lips, then she spun away and pranced out into the living room.

I just shook my head after her, still catching my breath. Sometimes I just couldn't believe her.

Chapter 73

Dinner was great, I think. I don't know. I was a little distracted by the idea that Holly and I were going to fuck Violet tonight. Sarah was all for it, from the get-go. Her eagerness actually had all of us doubting her sincerity.

"Are you sure it won't be too weird?" I'd asked.

"Pass on the chance to see Violet ravaged by two monster dongs?" she'd told me. "Are you kidding? I can't wait!" she'd gushed, clearly excited by the idea.

Personally, I think Sarah was just excited to see if Violet could do it in the first place, take me and Holly at the same time, I mean. I was pretty curious myself.

"Wait," Sarah had raised her hand, asking, "Who gets which hole?"

Violet snickered, and Holly said, "I get the back. Been a while since I've been there."

"Oh, thank gawd," Sarah had sighed with relief, making me look at her, and she told me, "Don't get me wrong, I'll be taking care of myself during the show, but I'm pretty sure I'm gonna wanna fuck you afterwards."

Holly and Violet laughed. Me, I just swallowed nervously. It never failed to amaze me how unabashedly wanton Sarah could be, one of the other many things about her that I loved.

"So, where should we do this?" I managed to ask, glancing at Violet and Holly.

Violet stood up from the table. "Definitely the chair in the living room. Much easier. But let me go freshen up."

"Yeah, same here," Holly agreed. "Mind if we use your shower?"

"Go ahead," Sarah waved them off, then to Violet, she asked, "Sweetie, do you need my kit?"

She was talking about her...uhm, never mind. You know what she was talking about, I think.

Violet grinned. "Nope. Already taken care of."

When they were gone, I helped Sarah clear the table.

"You okay, baby?" she asked while we loaded the dishes in the dishwasher.

"Yeah, I just...I can't believe we're going to do this."

Sarah touched my arm. "If you don't want to do it, it's okay, really."

"No, it's not that," I shook my head, briefly glancing outside the kitchen to make sure the girls were still in the shower. "It's just...well, the one time I was with Holly, she didn't have a...you know."

"A cock?"

I blushed. "Yeah."

"And knowing she's going to have one makes it weird?"

I nodded. "Stupid, isn't it? I mean, when I'm with you, or any girl, for that matter, it doesn't feel like it's gay."

"Because you have a dick," she suggested.

"Exactly. But Holly..."

"Will have a dick too," she finished my thought.

"Like I said, kinda stupid," I shrugged.

"Not really, no," Sarah shook her head, then came over to lay her hands on my shoulders. "Look at it like this; you and Holly are just friends, and it's not about the two of you. It's about sharing Violet between you."

I thought it over. "Pretty sure that's how two guys would justify it to themselves."

"Probably," she snickered, then gave my shoulders a reassuring squeeze. "But in a way, that's how it is with you and Holly. You're both kind of acting the role of guys, you know?"

It made sense, I had to admit. "Good point."

Sarah smiled warmly and said, "Let's go change."

I followed her to our room. Sarah slipped into a satin chemise, and nothing else, while I stripped and put on a robe. She took my hand and walked me over to the couch, snuggling up beside me. While we waited for the girls, Sarah snuck her hand under my robe and found my half-hard cock, fondling it gently, and I was fully erect in seconds.

"Nervous?" she asked.

I snorted. "Maybe a little."

Sarah smiled and slipped onto my lap, briefly flashing her pretty little pussy. Still stroking her hand up and down my length, she gave me a sweet kiss.

"Oh, good," Violet said, startling both of us. "You're getting her ready."

She was stark naked, full breasts bobbing slightly with each step, rosy nipples already swollen, and she was carrying a bottle of lube. Holly came in a moment later, big dick swinging between her legs, but it wasn't as big as usual. When I'd taken Sarah's ass, I wasn't as big either. Right then, I, on the other hand, was fucking enormous under my robe, the perfect size for Violet.

Holly took a seat in the big chair, then Violet put her hands on the armrests and bent over at the waist, sucking Holly's long dick right into her mouth. She sucked and slurped noisily on the end of her, causing Holly's eyes to roll back into her head, cute little mouth opening with a sigh.

Meanwhile, Sarah was still on my lap, stroking my fat cock and nibbling on my ear, kissing my neck.

"You know, it's been a while since you fucked me while you were this big," she told me quietly.

I shivered when she stroked her hand back down my length, because it was slick and smooth with my arousal now. If she kept it up, I was going to come.

Sarah added, "And I seem to remember you threatening to fuck me with a monstrous dong."

"I did, didn't I?" I breathed.

Sarah kissed me. "Yes, you did."

"Violet, you better stop," Holly moaned.

I glanced at them and saw Holly's dick pop out of Violet's mouth. Violet snickered and popped open the bottle of lube, squirting a generous amount into her palm.

"Ready, baby?" she asked Holly, who nodded.

"She's gonna take Holly right up her ass," Sarah whispered into my ear, stroking me harder, faster.

My nipples were so hard and sensitive that I nearly came from them rubbing against Sarah's chemise. My gaze was fixed to Violet, watching her step up onto the chair, turn around so that her back was to Holly. Holly cupped Violet's ass in her hands, then Violet squatted down, reaching down between her legs to grasp her lover's cock. I watched her adjust Holly's dick, but I couldn't really see anything, other than Violet's expression turn to one of focus, concentration, then she began to lower her curvy body.

Holly gasped and threw her head back, and Violet bit her lower lip. Slowly, Holly's slippery cock disappeared up into Violet's ass, and while Holly certainly wasn't as wide as usual, she was just as long. Violet took about half of Holly's cock into her butt, then she put her hands on the armrests of the chair and kind of hand-walked herself backwards, so that she was suspended over Holly. The new position caused her pelvis to tilt, raising her swollen labia into view, then her perineum, and then I saw it, Holly's dick buried inside Violet's ass.

"You're so tight," Holly sighed, and I could see the lower portion of her cock flexing.

Violet simply sighed, then slowly impaled her butt onto Holly's cock until every last inch of it was crammed up inside her. Her head fell back and she rotated her hips, stirring Holly's dick in her ass.

"Gawd, that's good," Violet moaned with a happy smile.

The sight of them took my breath away. By that point, Sarah had already begun fingering herself, rubbing her thumb over her clit.

Languidly, Violet raised her head and gave me a lusty grin. "I'm ready, Amy."

Sarah kissed me sweetly, then smiled. "Go fuck our girlfriend, baby."

I smiled back, gave her a kiss, and went over to join our friends. When I was standing in front of the chair, I could barely see Holly beneath Violet, except for where her hands were holding Violet up, high on her back. She was just too tiny, so much smaller than both of us. Violet smoothed one hand down her stomach and between her legs, rubbing two fingers between her slick labia. Then she spread her fingers, opening herself to me, revealing her glistening pink insides.

"Come on, Amy," she encouraged me, her tone so very sultry.

I licked my lips and stood between Violet's legs, setting my hands on her knees. My mouth watered as I gazed at her open sex, weeping with her arousal. I smoothed my hands down her thighs, slowly, enjoying the smooth texture and milky white tone of her skin, the curvy softness of her body. When my hands found the soft skin where her thighs met her body, I smoothed them up and over her belly.

"Amy," she breathed softly.

I glanced up at her, mesmerized by her salacious beauty. And she was, beautiful, I mean. Violet was unlike anyone I knew. She wasn't tight and trim like my other girlfriends, but she wasn't heavy either. She was all soft and ample curves, the very embodiment of sex. I don't know what made me think of mythology just then - maybe having a gift of Freyja had something to do with it - but if Dionysus ever really existed, he had nothing on ecstasy, not compared to Violet.

I don't remember doing it, but one moment I was gazing down into Violet's uniquely gorgeous eyes, and the next I was leaning over her, sucking and slurping on her puffy nipples. The taste of her skin was incredible, her scent an intoxicating, heavenly aroma. She was gasping beneath me, writhing, nipple tightening inside my mouth, swelling against my tongue.

I felt her soft hand wrap around my cock. She tried to angle me down, between her legs, but the position was wrong.

"Amy, please," she pleaded breathlessly.

Smiling to myself, pleased that I could have such a profound effect on her, I released her nipple with a wet pop and looked at her. Her eyes were wide, shimmering with desire. Her lovely mouth hung open a little, and as I watched, she glanced down at my throbbing length, so long and so thick, so hard in her soft hand, and she licked her lips, bit her lower lip. I moved my hips back, dipped them a little, felt the wide end of me slide down her wet slit. The heat of her opening was unreal, and she was so wet. I looked there, saw how very large I was for her, an obscenity of proportion to my body.

Violet met my gaze, and the pleading desperation was gone, swept away by demanding hunger. I held her gaze, watched her mouth the words 'fuck me', and I pushed. The fat head of my cock spread her open, and I watched it, saw it pop inside, and the heat of her clasping sex took my breath away. She gave a little gasp at that, making me look at her. The demand was still there in her eyes. So I fed her demand in one slow but firm thrust, shoving my thick cock inside her.

And she threw her head back with a hoarse cry of overwhelming bliss.

She was tight. Un-fucking-believably tight. I only got about halfway in before being unable to go any further, her hand slapping against my hip, telling me to stop. I held still, feeling her hot, wet walls clench around me, then release, only to clench again, her body trying to push me out and pull me in all at once. Then I felt something else, a kind of pressure, something pushing against the underside of my dick, something moving, and I realized it was Holly.

I felt her back her cock out of Violet's ass, our hard throbbing lengths separated by a thin wall of flesh, and as Holly drew out, Violet managed to raise her head and give me a nod. I thrust inside her, pushing deeper, forcing her open, and I felt the knobby head of Holly's dick pressing against me through Violet's ass. When I was buried to the root inside Violet, she tossed her head back again, fingernails digging into my hip while I ground my thick length inside her.

"Amy, back out," Holly sighed.

I did, slowly drawing back, feeling Holly push back into Violet's ass.

"Fucking gawd," Violet groaned, raising her head to look at me, then down to where just the end of me remained inside her.

Holly drew out again, Violet bit her lower lip and met my gaze, and I thrust back in, feeling her tight body clinging to every achingly hard inch of me.

We fell into a rhythm, Holly and I, fucking Violet slow but steady, Holly's cock pushing in and mine pulling out, then mine pushing in and Holly's pulling out. Violet's head never rose again, simply lying against the back of the chair. Her mouth was wide open, chest rising and falling with heaving breaths, big nipples harder than I'd ever seen. It was wonderfully new, wildly unfamiliar territory, and I wasn't uncomfortable. It was one thing to fuck Violet's perfect pussy, but something else entirely to feel Holly fucking her ass at the same time, her own gift of Freyja pushing against mine.

We fucked her faster, harder, the desperate need for release building, climbing inexorably higher, my fingers curling, clawing into Violet's thighs. We fucked her into oblivion, our friend, our lover, until she was crying out obscenities, then nonsense, guttural cries of wild ecstasy. I felt Holly swell, the pressure against my throbbing dick a thousand times more intense.

"Gonna come," Holly warned with a gasp.

Violet climaxed explosively, grunting loudly, every muscle in her body going rigid, mouth falling open in a silent scream. Holly buried her dick into Violet's ass, and I felt her pulsing through the thin wall of flesh between us, and before I knew it, my own climax was slamming into me, through me. I thrust into Violet recklessly, forgetting that there really wasn't enough room inside her to comfortably take both of us. Her eyes flew open, staring at the ceiling. My cock lurched, swelled, burned so wonderfully from the flood of seed rushing up my length.

Violet screamed, and Holly and I joined her, our mighty cocks, both gifts of magic from a goddess thought to be nothing but myth and legend, jerking and spurting endlessly inside our dear friend. I couldn't move, couldn't do anything but keep my dick thrust firmly inside our lover, overwhelmed by my own climax while I rode out hers. Eventually, I could take no more.

I flopped forward, my cheek falling against Violet's big sweaty tits as the last of my seed spit inside her.

"Ohmygawd," Violet whimpered, then she began to cry, great sobs that wracked her entire body. "Ohmygawd, ohmygawd."

In an instant, blissful release was overwhelmed by fear. I pushed up onto my arms in a flash, terrified for Violet.

"Shit, are you are okay?" I asked, resting my hand against her cheek, trying to keep perfectly still while my love for my friend screamed inside my head to back out of her.

"Yes," Violet whimpered again, then she covered her face with her hands, pressing mine against her cheek, and she really cried.

Holly squirmed under Violet and managed to look around her girlfriend. We shared a look of terror between us, both of us so afraid that we'd hurt her. Sarah was there too, standing beside the chair, her hand on Violet's arm, trying to comfort her. And Violet simply cried loudly. I could feel her cum-drenched insides clenching down on me with every sob, and no doubt Holly too, and as afraid as I was for her, I admit, with plenty of shame, that it felt fucking fantastic.

Violet whimpered weakly, "Guys, I think I'm..." She trailed off.

Oh God. Please, no. Please don't say hurt. Please, fucking God, don't say hurt.

Violet took a deep breath. My fear spiked. Then she punched her fists above her head and laughed out loud.

"That was fucking incredible!"

Holly and I yelled at her at the same time.

"Jeezus, Violet!"

"Fucking hell!"

"We thought we hurt you!"

"Don't ever do that again!"

Violet simply kept on laughing. Sarah was chuckling too. But Holly and I were pissed. We shared a look, both of us realizing that we were crying, tears of guilt falling down our cheeks. I managed to glance at Sarah, noted that she was flushed from a recent climax of her own, hair tousled and skin glistening with sweat. She gave me a sympathetic smile and brushed her hand down my arm to soothe me.

"Again?" Violet said, finally lifting her head. "You can bet your asses we're doing that again!"

Sarah laughed, Violet laughed, and finally, Holly and I laughed.

Violet was incredibly sensitive, physically, I mean, so it took some time for us to separate. Holly and I had to wait for our cocks to fully deflate, because for some reason or another, we couldn't will them down in size, at least not right away. I managed it first, focusing my thoughts on Sarah. It was enough to bring me down to size for her, which was enough to carefully draw out of Violet.

It had been a truly overwhelming experience, wonderful, in many ways, but I already knew that it wasn't something I would want to do on a regular basis. It was the brief stab of jealousy that clued me in. I should probably explain that.

When my cockhead had finally popped out of Violet, the spill of white that followed me out was intensely erotic. I'd just stood there for a minute or two, watching Violet's abdomen flexing, watching my thick seed trickle out of her. Personally, I never understood the appeal of creampie pornography, but right then, seeing Violet so freshly fucked, my seed dripping out of her in a lurid mess, I felt a great swell of pride. Her labia were swollen from the brutal fuck she'd just received, the pink of her folds flushed with red, and my cum was a claim on her, a flag of ownership. I really was proud too, proud to say that I'd fucked her, proud that I could name her a dear friend, and proud that I could call her a lover. Above it all, I was reminded how very much I loved her.

And then I saw Holly's dick still buried inside Violet's ass.

I glanced up at them, realized they were giggling at something Violet had said, probably something nastily funny, knowing her. And right then, I didn't like Holly. She had a part of Violet that I didn't, and I wanted all of her.

It was petty. It was childish. I know that. Really, I do, and believe it or not, it didn't belittle how I felt about Sarah in the slightest. But I won't lie. It was how I felt.

Sarah smoothed her hand down my arm again. I glanced at her. She must have seen something there, in my expression, because she gave me a sweet little smile and followed it with a tender kiss, drawing me into her arms, and she whispered into my ear.

"I know, baby."

I held her tightly and kissed her hair, needing her to know that I loved her too, that I loved her more than anything, more than anyone. And I did. That wasn't a lie either. When I opened my eyes, Holly had turned her head to the side, half-asleep, and Violet was watching me intently. The moment my eyes met hers, I felt mine tear up.




Strange Days Ch. 72-74



I was a heartless, jealous bitch. Nothing was enough for me. It wasn't enough that Violet was my friend. It wasn't enough that Trevor was my friend either. I loved them both. God, I loved them so very much. I even loved Phillip, in a way, and I'd almost had sex with him.

I knew they loved me too, my friends, but I wanted more. What 'more' was, I couldn't say exactly. I only knew that I couldn't stand the thought of my life without any of them, and I wanted them with me, forever. The truth was that there was only one person that I truly couldn't imagine being without, and that was Sarah, the woman who at that very moment held me in her arms, tenderly rocking me back and forth, despite how awful a person I was. And I was awful, awful for wanting my friends so devoted to me that they would never leave, despite the fact that I could never give them what they needed; equal love in return for theirs.

Violet could have that with Holly. Trevor could find that with someone else. Paula had found that with Johnny. Phillip and Tabitha, with a big stroke of luck, might be able to find that with each other. Everyone deserved to be happy, to find that special someone, and it was so very wrong that part of me didn't want them to.

I cried on Sarah's shoulder, feeling so very horrible, wondering what the fuck was wrong with me. I wanted to tell Violet that I was sorry, that I knew it was wrong to string her along the way I was, the same as I'd been doing to Trevor. But Violet merely shook her head at me, smiling sweetly, like she knew exactly what I was thinking, and she mouthed to me.

'I love you.'

Then she gave me a playful wink.

Sarah drew away to hold me at arm's length, taking a good look at me, then she took my hand.

"Okay, I think that was a little intense for everyone," she said, patting Violet on the knee. "Let's get cleaned up, pop that last bottle of wine, and get comfortable."

"Wine?" Holly said sleepily, and we laughed.

Chapter 74

Christmas break finally arrived. Sarah and I drove back home. Violet had finally agreed to go home with Holly to meet her parents. Trevor and Tabitha would be home for the holidays too. Sarah and I were going to split Christmas day between our families, the morning at her place and dinner with my mom, but then Sarah's mom and dad invited my mom and I to their house for dinner, so we ended up flipping the plans around. Sarah was going to stay with me at our house, spending Christmas morning with Mom and I, then we'd all head over to Sarah's house around noon.

Oh, before I forget, there hadn't been any fallout after the double-dicking that Holly and I had given Violet. Violet and Holly had taken a shower first, while Sarah had sat me down on the couch to talk to me. I confessed everything, how I felt about what I'd been doing to Trevor and Violet, and how wrong it was, how awful a person I was. The strange thing was that Sarah didn't argue with me. Truth be told, she didn't approve of what I was doing to my friends either. She knew Violet loved me more than she every openly admitted to, beyond myself, of course, and she knew Trevor was in love with me too.

Sarah flat out told me that I needed to let them go, but she wasn't cruel about it. She was just bluntly honest. She'd told me exactly what I'd needed to hear, that if I truly loved my friends, I'd stop encouraging them to try to keep me. I agreed with her. It was a harsh truth to face, but she told me that I was still the sweetest person she ever met, and that she wouldn't be in love with me if I was truly as awful a person as I thought I was. It was hard to believe her, but I did.

She also told me that I should talk to my mom, about Trevor, Violet, and maybe even my gift. She understood my fear of telling Trevor about my gift, but she thought that telling my mom first would be a good way to start. Both of us were almost one-hundred percent certain that my mom wouldn't judge me for having a magic penis.

Heh, that still makes me giggle inside.

Anyway, the four of us spent the rest of the night just hanging out, laughing and oohing and ahhhing about the incredibly wild threesome we'd had. Violet was insistent that we do it again, and again and again and again. Sarah found it rather amusing. One thing that did change a lot for me was how I saw Holly. For some reason, from that moment on, any attraction I had for her died a horrible death. Well, a confusing death.

After the threesome, when I'd look at her, I'd think of her as a guy. Mine and Sarah's roles in our relationship were pretty muddy. Neither one of us really wore the pants, as it were. But with Violet and Holly, Holly was clearly filling the role of the guy. So after the threesome, I couldn't look at her the same way. Don't get me wrong, I still loved hanging out with her. Holly was fun, witty, and she was really cute, but she was absolutely confusing to me. If I wanted to be with a girl, Sarah was my preference, and if it was a guy I wanted, that was definitely Trevor. Holly was...well, she was something else. Still adored her though.

Oh, and I heard a rumor that Phillip was driving Tabby home and would be spending Christmas with her and Trevor. His parents weren't well off, and he couldn't afford the flight home, and neither did he want to deal with the hellaciously long drive. Me, I was hoping that my matchmaking effort had paid off. I'd set them up on a date, without them knowing. Sarah had helped me. We'd invited them to meet us for dinner at an upscale restaurant, and I'd given the manager my credit card info, so that they could bill me instead. Then, at the last minute, wouldn't you know it, Sarah came down with a slight fever and I simply had to stay home with her to take care of her.

I had it on good authority that Phillip and Tabitha had a really good time, mostly because when I called Tabby's place early the next morning, I heard Phillip in the background, waking up with a groan. I shamelessly admit that I'd squealed into the phone at Tabitha, calling her a free-wheeling-slut, and she'd promptly hung up on me - for squealing, not for the slut comment. Other than that, I hadn't heard any news. They were awfully mum about what was going on between them. I was betting they were adjusting to each other. I mean, they came from two completely different worlds. Tabitha was a gorgeous, intellectual socialite, and Phillip was a ruggedly cute comic book nerd and XBOX nut. Definitely a clash of personality, but something told me they might hit it off, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered trying to set them up. I was hoping to see for myself how they were doing.

Which brings me to Trevor. Sarah and I spent most of the drive home talking about him, about what I needed to do. Ultimately, I had to let him go, but there was still the question of whether or not I should tell him my secret, about Freyja's gift. Sarah didn't lean either way, but she argued that my choice could have an impact if I wanted Trevor and I to remain friends. Her point of view was that friends shouldn't have to keep secrets from one another. I had a hard time finding any fault in that.

By the time we got home, I still hadn't made my decision, but right then, I was too excited to see Mom running out the front door, arms spread wide and calling my name with a squeal.

I met her halfway and we clashed in a big hug, Mom nearly lifting me off my feet. She rained kisses down on my face, hugging me tight.

"I missed you so much, baby," she cooed after she set me down and swayed from side to side, arms locked around me and kissing my hair.

"Missed you too, Mom," I giggled. Then I noticed someone standing on the front porch, a woman that bore a striking resemblance to my mother. "Aunt Claire!"

Mom let me go and I ran at my Aunt, throwing my arms around her. She laughed, held me tight, then pushed me to arm's length to look at me, shaking her head in wonder.

"My God, Amy. You've grown into such a beautiful young woman," she smiled.

I bounced up onto my toes at the compliment.

"Was there ever any doubt?" I asked, glancing at her and my mom with a grin.

"Good point," she chuckled.

I heard another bout of squealing and glanced over my shoulder to see Mom hugging Sarah.

Aunt Claire leaned close to me and asked quietly, "That's your girlfriend, right?"

"Yep. That's my Sarah," I smiled fondly.

Aunt Claire's eyes widened at me, then back to Sarah. "That's Sarah? Good Lord, is she ever beautiful."

"Yep," I agreed proudly, bouncing up on my toes again.

"You know, the last time I saw her, you two were still sticks and bones."

"I'd have to say, she's definitely filled out a bit since then," I said sagely.

Aunt Claire laughed.

After unloading the car, Mom ushered us inside and made a fresh pot of coffee for everyone. Sarah accepted a cup and sat down in the living room with us, but told Mom that she couldn't stay very long. She had to make an appearance at home, but she'd be back in time for dinner.

"Are you going with Sarah, sweetie?" Mom asked me.

"Not tonight," I shook my head.

Mom raised her eyebrows.

Sarah and I had already decided the timing of our announcing us being together to her parents, so I explained, "Night after tomorrow."

Sarah nodded, "Yeah, my dad's the only one home right now. Mom is out picking up her parents, since they can't drive anymore. She should be on her way back home with them now." She glanced at me and took my hand in hers, smiling. "We're going to tell them when everyone's home."

Aunt Claire was shaking her head at me. "I just can't believe that you're...well..."

"I'm not gay, Aunt Claire," I told her, unable to hide my amusement at her discomfort.

Sarah chuckled. "Yeah, Amy here is way too greedy to stick to girls."

"How is Trevor?" Mom asked.

Sarah's hand tensed just a little in mine. "I'm not really sure. We don't call each other as much as I'd like. He's been really slammed at school, and I..." I trailed off, and Sarah gave my hand a squeeze. I glanced at her and couldn't help but smile with joy. "Well, I've come to a decision, about who I want," I finished, looking at Mom.

Mom smiled at us warmly and reached over to pat my knee. "Good for you."

"What about kids?" Aunt Claire blurted out.

"Claire!" Mom squealed.

"What? I'll admit, I don't know how this kind of thing works, and I know you want grandchildren."

Mom was flustered. Not angry. Just embarrassed. Me, I was trying not to laugh, and I'm pretty sure that Sarah was in the same boat.

"Claire, please."

"Oh, God," Aunt Claire sighed. "We're all grownups here." Then to me and Sarah, she eagerly asked, "Okay, so I have to know. Is it true that girls fist each other?"

Sarah burst out laughing, and she, Mom and I all loudly asked at once, "What?"

Aunt Claire held up her hands in surrender, "Hey, the only knowledge I have about girl-on-girl stuff is from porn and Chasing Amy, so give me a break."

Sarah laughed even harder, "No, Claire. No fisting. Not for us."

"Oh," she shrugged, then asked both of us, "But don't you miss cock?"

Mom nearly fell out of her chair, "Claire! Seriously?"

Sarah gave me a knowing grin. "Not really."

"Oh, what was that look?" Aunt Claire asked saucily.

Sarah's grin was contagious, and I flashed mine at Aunt Claire, shrugging. "Nothing."

"Come on," she gestured with her hand. "Out with it."

"We have everything we need," Sarah teased her.

Aunt Claire's eyebrows went up. "Oh, like toys?"

Mom turned an even deeper shade of red.

"Sure," Sarah shrugged.

Mom really looked like she needed a rescue, so I changed the subject, glancing at Aunt Claire.

"So, what's going on with you?"

The rescue attempt worked. Aunt Claire launched into a tirade about Uncle Bill. Their divorce was ongoing. She insisted that she was only staying with Mom temporarily, and would be finding her own place after the holidays, but Mom really wanted her to stay. I chalked it up to empty-nest syndrome.

Aunt Claire asked how college was going for us, about the friends we'd made, then about our jobs. She was really happy for me that I'd landed the job at Armia, and stunned that Sarah was a computer nerd. I couldn't blame her. Sarah had worn a white camisole - I'd found it at Nordstrom and had to get it for her - and stylish dark jeans tucked into warm boots with fur at the top. She'd been wearing a big fluffy sweater, but had taken it off when we'd come into the house. Basically, Sarah was a knockout, and looked nothing like a database administrator, though she fit the bill for a fashion model perfectly.

Eventually, it was time for Sarah to go. I walked her to the door, hand in hand, and gave her a hug.

"See you later?" I asked, burying my nose in her hair and drawing in her scent.

"Count on it," she smiled, then laid her hand on my cheek and kissed me.

I expected it to be a chaste kiss, since my mom and Aunt Claire were right there, and it started that way, but then Sarah turned her head and plunged her tongue into my mouth. I moaned and felt her body mold to the front of mine. Her hand found the back of my neck and she kissed me harder, deeper, turning her head the other way, then back, until I was certain she was going to fuck me right there at the front door.

Sarah eased down on the kiss and her lips smacked softly against mine, then she drew back to give me a searing look, promising all kinds of sin later on.

"Bye, baby," she cooed, then blew a kiss to Mom and Aunt Claire. "See you tonight!"

"We'll crack open the wine!" Aunt Claire called after her.

After she'd gone, Aunt Claire came to stand beside me at the open front door.

"That was some kiss," she sighed, then she put her arm around my shoulders. "Okay, my favorite niece..."

"I'm your only niece," I pointed out.

"Tell me this," she said, then flashed me a grin. "Which of you loves flannel and working on engines?"

I laughed and poked her in the ribs on my way back into the living room. Mom was sitting in one of the two big chairs, and I squirmed my way in beside her, so that I was almost sitting on her lap. It made her giggle, which was the whole point of it. That, and I still liked the way it made me feel like a little girl with her mommy. Pretty sure I'd never tire of it, and I certainly hoped I'd never grow out of it.

Mom played with my hair while the three of us lounged around and talked. About half an hour later, my phone rang. Aunt Claire picked it up from the coffee table and handed it to me. Trevor's name and picture were on the screen.

I jumped out of Mom's lap and ran upstairs.

"Be right back!"

Shutting the door behind me in the guest room - my old room didn't have a bed in it anymore - I answered the phone with a smile.

"Hey, you."

"Hey, yourself," Trevor replied, and I could hear the hint of a smile in his voice too.

"Are you home?" I asked, but I was pretty sure he wasn't. I thought I could hear the muffled sound of traffic in the background.

"No, not until late tonight. Got a late start getting out of here," he explained, then he said quietly, "So, I heard Todd posted bail."

"Yeah," I murmured.

"You okay?"

I nodded. "Yes, I'd just rather not think about it."

"I get that, Amy, but I wouldn't ignore it either."

On the one hand, I agreed with him. Todd had proven himself to be quite a sadistic sonovabitch, so it was possible, though remote, I think, that he might want to get even with me somehow, since I was the reason he'd gone to jail in the first place. Oh, and my boyfriend had kicked his ass. The punishment hadn't stopped there either. His younger brother, Johnny, had idolized Todd almost his entire life. But Johnny had participated in the asskicking, and to top it all off, Johnny was introducing Paula to his parents on Christmas Day, and he didn't want Todd around. So, Todd was going to be staying with his uncle for Christmas. So, yeah, Todd had plenty reason to be pissed at me.

But, on the other hand...

Fuck Todd.

"I'm not ignoring anything, Trevor. I just don't want it to ruin Christmas."

"Right, first big holiday as a couple with Sarah," he murmured, and I thought I heard a trace of bitterness there. I guess I couldn't blame him. "You guys have anything special planned?"

Part of me wanted to keep my mouth shut, thinking that telling him would be like rubbing it in his face, how far Sarah and I had come as a couple. The other part of me, the part that loved him, refused to hide anything from him.

"Sarah's having me over for Christmas Eve. She's going to tell her parents about us, that we're together."

"Oh, that's good," he said, and he sounded genuine enough that it surprised me.

"Really?"

Trevor chuckled. "Of course, Amy. Look, I'm not saying this hasn't been hard, wanting you more than you want me," he said, and I wanted to interrupt him. He was telling the cold, hard truth, yes, but I wanted to soften the blow, I guess. But Trevor didn't give me the chance, and went on, "Hell, I want Sarah more than I should too, but...you two are perfect together."

His voice softened at the end, affectionate and sad. I swallowed, hating that I made him feel this way.

"You make each other so happy, Amy, and you deserve to be happy. Both of you."

What I said next was so damned hard, because it was the first step in letting him go.

"So do you."

He gave a resigned sigh. "I know."

"I want to see you," I breathed, but I didn't add 'one last time', despite knowing that's what it would be.

Turned out he may have been psychic, because he asked with a chuckle, "One last time?"

I didn't know what to say. No, that's not true. I knew exactly what to say. I was supposed to say 'yes', should have said it. But I couldn't. I'd already admitted to having to let him go, so one awful truth at a time, thank you very much.

"I miss you," I managed to say.

"How?"

His tone was flat, and the question was so simple and direct that it caught me completely off guard.

"How do you miss me, Amy?"

Oh, God. I didn't want to do this.

"Trevor..."

"I need to know," he told me, then more gently, "Please."

I took a deep breath and let it out, all of it. "I miss my friend." He snorted, but I went on. "I miss your laugh, your smile. I miss the way you hold me."

Trevor was quiet, letting me talk, so I stretched out on the guest bed.

"I miss playing with you, talking to you. I miss arguing with you," I told him, and he snorted with amusement. The rest wasn't so much about the heart, but rather...well, it's obvious. "I miss being with you, feeling you around me, inside me, your lips against mine."

It took a moment for him to say anything. "You do?"

I smiled, glad to hear his mood improve, and coyly asked, "Do what?"

"You miss the sex?"

"Gawd, yes," I replied, stretching out on the bed again, getting turned on just thinking about him. "Trevor, you really are an amazing lover."

"Yeah?"

"Oh, yeah," I chuckled, remembering how nervous I'd been, in the beginning, afraid that it was going to be challenging for us to learn how to please each other. "You know, early on, I was worried that we might not fit."

He snorted. "Yeah, well, our first time wasn't exactly spectacular, was it?"

"Not really," I wrinkling my nose and smiled, then I sighed. "But after that...gawd, Trevor. You were amazing. You knew exactly how to touch me, knew exactly what I wanted."

"I was just paying attention," he laughed softly.

I shook my head, even though he couldn't see me. "No, it's more than that. So much changed after that, when we tried again. I mean, I was used to my dildo, and it was big, bigger than you even."

He laughed again and said, "I told you, I was nervous our first time."

"No, even before that, when all we did was mess around. I could tell that you weren't as big," I told him.




Strange Days Ch. 72-74



Then it hit me, what I'd said, what I remembered. He'd never been as big as my dildo before, but the second time we were together, he'd filled me up. I'd thought it was because my cock had been inside me. But then there was the time I found him with Sarah, in the shower, and I'd spied on them. He'd been sitting on the shower floor, with Sarah sitting between his legs, leaning back against him. She'd sat up and turned around, and I'd seen his cock, so hard and so fucking long, sticking up from between his legs. It had been an impressive sight.

"Actually, that's kind of strange, now that I think about it."

He snorted and said, "I was nervous then too. It was really embarrassing, actually. When I'd jerk off, I'd think about you, fantasize about what it would be like to be with you. I'd get so fucking hard, Amy, harder than I ever did."

I sighed, the memory of the feel of his hard length in my hand, my mouth, inside me, doing things to me. Heat pooled in my belly and settled low inside me.

"But when I was with you, messing around, and that first time, I was so nervous, and I didn't get as hard, not fully erect, I mean. It was fucking horrible," he laughed.

I laughed too. "I didn't realize it could be like that for guys."

"Oh, sure. Kinda sucks, but there it is."

We were quiet for a moment.

"So, can I see you again?" I asked tentatively.

"I'd really like that," he said, then asked, "But, will Sarah mind?"

I smiled. "She adores you, Trevor. You know that."

He chuckled nervously. "I know, but she doesn't...well, you know, want me like that. I just don't want to get in the way, you know?"

Considering that Sarah had recently watched Holly and I tag team Violet, I was pretty sure she wouldn't mind. "You won't."

"If you're sure..."

"I am."

"Then I'll be there as soon as I can," he said, his voice low and deep, making me shiver a little.

We talked for a little while, mostly me telling him about how I'd set his sister up with Phillip. Trevor was actually pretty pleased about that. He liked Phillip. He was surprised though. Trevor thought that Phillip had had a thing for me, and not Tabitha. I don't think Phillip had a crush on me, but I had to admit that we had chemistry. I didn't tell Trevor that though.

Eventually, we said our goodbyes and I made my way back downstairs. I hung out with Mom and Aunt Claire, helped them get dinner ready, and when Sarah got back, we dug in. Dinner was great, but there was nothing particularly special for me to report. Aunt Claire drilled Sarah and I again though. She had so many questions for us, wanting to know everything about what it was like for two women to be in a relationship. The wine had been flowing throughout dinner, so Mom wasn't anywhere near as embarrassed as she'd been earlier in the day.

Afterwards, we changed into our pajamas and Mom put on a romantic comedy for us to watch. Sarah and I snuggled together on the couch. I was wearing a halter top and my favorite pair of flannel house pants - huh, guess I was the one that liked flannel after all - and Sarah was wearing my old white cutoff tank top and her dark blue boyshorts panties. Her firm breasts looked amazing beneath my old, threadbare shirt. Her nipples weren't hard, but they were clearly defined, and my mouth watered every time I looked at them. Honestly, I had a hard time keeping my hands off of her. We ended up with me lying along the length of the couch, my head on the armrest, and Sarah lying on her side between my legs, with her head on my stomach. I ran my fingers through her hair, stroked the soft skin behind her ear, the side of her neck, while her hand idly stroked my thigh, hip, and side, occasionally sneaking under my shirt to caress the side of my boob.

Mom had really started to come out of her shell. Gone were the long nightgowns she used to wear, replaced by a black satin chemise that looked amazing on her. Aunt Claire was dressed much the same, except her chemise was brown. They looked like they'd come from the same designer line, and I wondered if they'd gone shopping together.

Anyway, at one point during the movie, Sarah's thumb slid down my thigh, then back up, but over my mound. I gave a little gasp, which Mom and Aunt Claire didn't notice, and glanced down at Sarah. She grinned at me, then mouthed at me.

'Let it out.'

I widened my eyes at her and shook my head.

'Do it,' she mouthed back.

I shook my head harder.

Sarah pressed the pad of her thumb into my slit, and the tip of her finger gave my clit a firm tap. I managed not to gasp again, but my hips thrust up of their own accord. Sarah raised an eyebrow at me, silently threatening to torment me if I didn't do what she asked. Glancing at Mom and Aunt Claire, making sure they were watching the movie, and not us, I let my cock slide out of me. It pushed out under Sarah's hand and down the leg of my flannel pants. Sarah smiled and lay back down. She began to pet my length with her hand, back and forth, slow and gentle, making me swell. I could feel her warmth on my cock and it was driving me crazy.

After a while of torturing me, Sarah sat up and told Mom and Aunt Claire, "I think I'm gonna turn in."

"Me too," I added quickly.

"Night, girls," Mom and Aunt Claire said at the same time.

Sarah got up first and stood between us, so that I could get up without worrying about them seeing the erection tenting my shorts. When I got up, I realized it was worse than that. I was so hard that the tip of my dick was sticking out above the waist line of my pants, by a considerable amount. Sarah gave me a lusty smile and took my hand, pulling me upstairs behind her.

The moment we were alone in the guestroom, I grabbed Sarah's hips and pulled her back against me, making her giggle. Cupping her cheek with one hand, I turned her head and kissed her, then reached around and unceremoniously shoved my hand down the front of her panties. My fingers slid down over her clit, into her very wet cleft, and she moaned lustily into my mouth. I kissed her hard and deep, ground my erection against her ass, and fingered her tight cunt.

I wanted foreplay. Really, I did. But...

"I can't wait," I told her, pushing her panties down her thighs.

Sarah stepped out of her underwear and turned in my arms, wrapping her arms around my waist and kissing me again. I grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against me, relishing in the feel of her tight stomach rubbing against the tip of my dick, her nails reaching up under my shirt to scratch my back, and her long tongue licking the roof of my mouth.

Suddenly breaking away from the kiss, Sarah pulled my shirt off and threw it aside, then knelt on the throw rug in front of me, kissing her way down my chest and stomach. She pulled down my flannel pants, and the moment I stepped out of them, her hand wrapped around the middle of my shaft and she slid her warm, wet mouth down my cock.

I hissed with pleasure, feeling her hot tongue sliding down the underside of my dick, then the end of me pressing against the opening of her throat. She held me there, tongue extended, licking at my underside, her fingers curling over my hips and squeezing. Tentatively, I moved my hips, drawing my cock almost completely out of her pretty mouth, then slowly pushed back in. Sarah gasped, then grabbed my hands and put them on the sides of her head.

My legs shook with the realization of what she wanted. I held her head and began to pump my cock in and out of her mouth. Sarah simply knelt before me, letting me fuck her face, sliding her hands up and down my thighs, occasionally reaching around to claw and pet my ass. She was so beautiful, looking up at me like that, almost demurely, her big brown eyes gazing at me while I fucked her mouth, pulling out slowly until I could see strands of her saliva clinging to my cockhead, only to push back in. I felt a real sense of power come over me, like she was mine to do with whatever I wanted, and briefly wondered if this was how guys felt.

Holding her head still, I drew my dick out of her mouth with a soft pop, then began to rub my spit coated cock against her cheek. Sarah sighed, her mouth still open, breathing hard and fast. I glanced down and saw that her nipples were incredibly hard. She was loving this, loving the way I was controlling her. I began to rub my shaft all over her face, and she worshiped my dick, kissing it every time it passed over her mouth. Several times she tried to take me back into her mouth, but I denied her each time, denied her until she was whimpering with need.

Remembering something I'd seen in porn, I took my cock in hand, then pulled Sarah closer, pressed her mouth against my shaft, then pushed her down. She licked and kissed the underside of my cock, low and lower, until she groaned and began to lap at my slit. I stroked my cock while she licked my cunt.

"Gawd, baby," I sighed, watching her head move as she licked me.

In that moment, gazing down at her on her knees, her face between my legs and my thick pole hovering over her head, I wished that I had a big pair of balls for her to lick. My belly tightened and my cock swelled in my hand. A thick glob of precum came dribbling out of me, dropping onto Sarah's head, and another followed it, even bigger than the first.

"Gonna come soon," I warned her, cock drooling pre into her hair.

Sarah moaned and leaned back, took my cock in her hand and angled it down, then sucked me into her mouth. I held her head but let her do the work, bobbing her head up and down, sucking and slurping on the top half of my turgid meat. Without warning, she slid two fingers inside me, and I was undone.

If there was one advantage of using the guestroom, rather than my old room, it was that the guestroom was tiled, not carpeted.

Grabbing a fistful of Sarah's hair, I pulled her mouth off my cock with a wet pop, then grabbed my dick and stroked it. Sarah opened her mouth and I pumped my clenched hand up and down, twice, then I blew a fat rope of cum right between her wide open lips. I filled her mouth with that one shot, drowning her tongue in white, and more than half of the prodigious load escaped down her chin and neck before she closed her mouth and swallowed. Before she could open her mouth again, I shot another thick rope of cum over her head, much of it landing in a thick line across her face and hair. Load after load of white cream belted out of my dick. Sometimes she caught it in her mouth, swallowing greedily, smacking her lips, but most of it ended up on her face and in her hair.

When it was over, I held her hair tight in my hand, then used my dick to wipe up the cum on her face and push it into her mouth. Sarah moaned and swallowed my cream, then she licked my cock clean. I was still hard.

"Come here," I told her, grabbing her under her arms and standing her up.

I kissed her, shoving my tongue into my mouth, tasting my cum on her lips and tongue, and beneath it, I could taste her, and I loved it. I walked her backwards to the bed, took off her shirt and threw it away, then pushed her down onto the bed. Sarah flopped down onto her back, firm breasts jiggling enticingly. She spread her legs, grabbing the backs of her thighs and pulling her knees up. Her puffy labia were swollen with arousal, insides glistening. I fit myself at her opening, then leaned over her and grabbed her waist from beneath her legs.

Sarah gazed into my eyes, and I watched her mouth fall open and her pupils widen as I shoved my cock inside her boiling cunt.

She threw her head back and wailed beautifully, inch after achingly hard inch of me knifing down into her body. I slid inside her slow but smooth, until I was buried to the hilt in her heat. I really wanted to kiss her, but I wasn't tall enough for that, so I drew about half of my cock out of her and leaned over to lick and suck her tits.

"Gawd, Amy," Sarah moaned, releasing her thighs and run her fingers through my hair, pulling my face tight against her breast.

I moved my hips, fucking her with about half of my cock while I sucked on her tight nipples. She was so warm, so fucking tight, and so very wet.

"Fuck me," she hissed, moving her hips as much as she could, trying to take me deeper. "Please, Amy. Please, fuck me."

My cock jerked inside her. Releasing her nipple from my mouth, I pushed up onto my arms and hammered my dick almost straight down, cramming her full of hot, hard cockmeat. I fucked her hard and deep, powerful strokes with my full length, groins slapping together. Sarah gasped with every deep plunge, her warm walls milking my thrusting cock. She felt so fucking good that I couldn't have stopped if I'd wanted to.

Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, and she gazed at me desperately, so close to coming, and I was too, another climax building inside so very fast. I gazed into her eyes and watched it happen, watched her mouth fall open, watched tears gather in her eyes, watched the muscles of her neck tighten.

Sarah grabbed my ass and pulled me deep inside her, so hard that I couldn't move, then she arched her back and let loose a groaning shout, climaxing powerfully. My cock swelled and spewed hot cum into her clenching depths. On the third pulse of cream into her body, Sarah curled up towards me and wrapped an arm around my neck, pressing her cheek against mine. I ground my cock deep inside her hot cunt, loving the way she milked the cream right out of me, every last drop.

"Jeezus, baby," she sighed, delicately drawing her fingertips down my cheek. "That was amazing."

"Liked that, huh?" I sighed.

"Oh, yes," she laughed breathlessly, and she flexed the muscles of her pussy around my dick, squeezing me.

I wasn't fully erect anymore, but it still felt really good, and I was still hard enough to move my hips and slowly push into her again.

Sarah licked her lips while I languidly fucked her with my half-hard cock.

"Oh, that's nice," she sighed, letting her head fall back onto the bed.

Moving her legs to wrap them around my waist, I lowered her pelvis back onto the bed so that I could stand between her legs and stroke my dick in and out of her. I watched myself moving in and out of her for a while, frothy cum coating my shaft, and I started to get hard again. Sarah had caught her breath, but she was breathing harder again. Her head lolled from side to side, her mouth hung open until her lips dried, and then she'd wet them with her tongue and smack her lips.

Slowly, I pushed deep into her body, then held myself there.

"What was your favorite part?" I asked, stroking her smooth thighs with both hands.

Sarah chuckled, which made her insides clench at me deliciously. "Definitely when we you rubbed your cock all over my face."

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah," she nodded and smiled, eyes closed.

I started fucking her again, fully erect once more, thrusting my full length in and out of her. Sarah was having a difficult time talking.

"But when you...came on my face...that was pretty hot too...oh fuck, Amy."

I kept on fucking her, slow but deep, addicted to the feel of her tight cunt, her beautiful body, abdomen flexing, muscles in her neck and shoulders tight with strain. When she moved her hands to cup her breasts and play with her hard nipples, my cock twitched inside her. Then she looked at me.

"Did you like coming all over me like that?"

I nodded and fucked her just a little faster, just a little harder.

"Tell me why," she said.

My gaze was fixed on her pretty little pussy being ravaged by my dick, but I answered her anyway.

"Because it made me feel...like I owned you," I breathed, her clenching cunt making me gasp in the middle.

"Then do it," she said firmly.

I glanced at her, and there was such heat in her eyes, such passion, that it took my breath away.

"Own me, Amy."

And so I did. I fucked her until she came for me, until my cock throbbed, burned, swelled, then I pulled out of her and blew rope after long, thick rope of cum all over her body. I painted her stomach, chest, and even her face, until she was a mess of pearly semen, jacking myself off and stroking the last of my dribbling cum onto her stomach. Finally, I let my sticky cock fall against her abdomen with a wet slap.

"Holy shit, Sarah," I gasped, and I fell to my knees on the floor between her legs, sitting back on my heels.

Sarah laughed and sat up, then scooted her butt over the edge of the bed and straddled me. I cupped her tight ass in my hands and held her, and she wrapped her arms around me and held me close, kissing my hair. Her cum-coated body squished against mine, making a mess of both of us, but I didn't care. I held her tight, kissed her cheek, her jaw, then nudged her head up with my nose so that I could lick and nibble on her neck.

"Shower then bed?" she asked, smoothing her hands up and down my sweaty back.

"And clean the floor," I told her.

Sarah looked over at the mess of cum that I'd shot out over her face, and turning her head let me get at the other side of her neck, which I kissed too. Fuck, I loved the feel of her body, the taste of her skin, the scent of her sweat.

"You should be in porn, coming like that," she chuckled.

My dick had been hanging between my legs when she'd crawled into my lap, so she didn't noticed when it started to get hard again.

"Before we shower," I said, then lifted her up and lowered her hot cunt over my cock until every inch of me was crammed up inside her.

Sarah gasped and looked at me with wonder, and I met her gaze adoringly.

"I think I wanna see you come again, Sarah."

And that's exactly what I did.



Strange Days Ch. 75-77



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Sarah and I slept in late. I woke up first, hearing someone in the kitchen, making breakfast. Sarah was sound asleep beside me, lying on her side with me spooning her from behind. We'd cleaned up the mess we'd made and taken a shower before going to bed, so she still smelled like shampoo and soap. I snuggled closer and buried my nose in her hair, breathing in her scent while smoothing my hand down her upper thigh. Sarah moaned softly in her sleep, and it was such a sweet, pretty sound.

If there was one thing that I adored most in life, it was waking up beside the woman I loved. Every day, I cherished Sarah even more. Every day, she became that much more a part of me. And every day, I knew with more and more certainty that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.

And with that thought, lying there in bed with her, I really wished that I gotten her a different present for Christmas, something even greater than what she'd given me - which was currently sandwiched between us - the kind of gift that would last the rest of our lives. I pondered that thought for a while, of us spending our lives together, of growing old with her, retiring to a silly little house in Florida, battered by hurricanes every year, but loving it, wanting for nothing.

But then the needs of the body overwhelmed the ruminations of the heart, and I realized that my cock was throbbing in the crack of Sarah's ass.

I grinned then, remembering how this had all started, and the sudden desire to relive such a wonderful memory was too powerful to resist.

Gently, delicately, I kissed and licked the back of Sarah's neck, smoothed my hand over her thigh and down between her legs. She moved then, thrusting her ass back against my hard dick.

"Good morning, baby," Sarah moaned sleepily.

"Hi," I breathed, kissing the back of her neck and lifting her leg.

Sarah held her leg up and I grabbed my cock, bending it down and rubbing the tip of me between her lips. She was surprisingly wet, and definitely ready.

"This is how this whole thing started," she giggled softly, then gasped when I pushed inside her.

She was so wet and tight, her warm walls collapsing around my shaft like oiled velvet. The feel of her wrapping around my turgid morning wood made me shiver from head to toe. I pushed and pushed, shoving my cock through her incredible heat, and Sarah arched her back against me.

"Gawd, you're fucking hard," she purred, her insides clenching me deliciously, then she growled, "Fuck me, Amy. Fuck me wide awake."

One of my arms was underneath her neck, so I wrapped it around her, hugging her against my chest while I slowly pushed in and out of her hot cunt.

"I love you, Sarah," I told her, suddenly overwhelmed by what I was feeling.

Sex with Sarah was rarely as intense as it was first thing in the morning, and it was always such a wonderful way to start a new day.

I thrust in and out of her, slow and steady, loving the way she began to squirm in my arms and thrust her hips back against me. With my arm around her, I could feel her body tightening with pleasure, feel her chest heaving, her heart pounding. Her body felt so amazing, and she smelled so very good, not just of soap and shampoo, but her unique scent that never failed to drive me wild.

"I love you so much," I breathed, thrusting a little harder, a little faster.

Sarah managed to turn her head and kiss me. I kissed her back, soft, sweet, and I didn't fuck her. I made love to her, worshiped her body with mine, pushing back and forth through her slick depths until she shivered in my arms in climax and I spilled into her. We held each other for a long time, our cheeks wet with tears. When I softened enough to slip out of her, Sarah turned over and buried her face in my neck, wrapping her arms around me.

"I love you too," she sighed, hugging me tight against her. "Forever."

I smiled and opened my eyes to look at her, but what I saw over her shoulder stabbed cold, icy horror right into my heart. I took a sharp breath and Sarah quickly rolled over to look behind her, then she gasped too.

Trevor stood at the door, eyebrows knitted together, staring at my limp, sticky girlcock. His expression fell, replaced by...something else. I wouldn't call it mad, and I wouldn't call it hurt, but whatever he was feeling, it filled him up, filled the room, until he seemed to fill the doorway itself.

"Trevor," I breathed, moving slowly, so as not to startle him.

Sarah moved so that I could get up. He just stood there, looking gorgeous, as always, and stared at us, at me. He didn't yell, he didn't act surprised. Maybe he was shocked. God, this was so not how I'd wanted this to go.

"I don't fucking believe this," he said, and he turned on his heel to leave.

"Trevor! Wait!"

I shot out of bed and grabbed my flannel pants and shirt, putting them on as fast as I could, and made a particular part of me go away.

"Trevor!" I called after him, catching him at the top of the stairs.

To my surprise, he stopped and turned to face me.

"I'm not mad," he said, and amazingly, he sounded calm. But then he frowned at me, and something about him, maybe his posture, or maybe something in his eyes, which seemed far more blue than they ever had, made me back up a step. "Okay, I'm pissed. Unbelievably pissed, but not at you."

I just stood there and blinked at him, unable to read him at all. But after a moment, I realized that I was afraid. Not afraid of him, specifically, but afraid to be near him, if that made any sense at all. I don't know. It was like looking at a caged lion at the zoo. It wasn't dangerous right then, but you knew it could be.

Trevor snorted and gestured between my legs, then ran his hand through his hair. "Well, at least everything makes a lot more sense now."

My mouth opened and closed. I couldn't find my voice. What made sense now? How could he not be freaked out that I had a cock? Had he really been telling me the truth, so long ago, that dickgirls were hot, that they didn't bother him? But that was just fantasy. This was reality.

"What makes more sense?" I managed to ask.

He snorted. "Why I couldn't compete. Why I didn't stand a chance."

My heart broke.

"Oh, Trevor, no," I said, taking a step closer to him, but he moved away. "No, it's not like that at all. Just because I have a..."

"Cock?" he finished for me, raising an eyebrow, and my mouth snapped shut. Then he sighed and said, "It has nothing to do with that. Look, to be blunt, neither of you are gay, and I seriously doubted that either of you would be happy with just pussy."

I balked at that. Sarah wasn't in love with me just because I had a cock. Being a dickgirl helped, yes, and yes, I was hesitant to give up on being on the receiving end of a nice, hard stiffy now and then, but it was still coldly crude, the way he put it. I frowned, but he didn't seem to notice.

Trevor shrugged, "I just figured it was a novelty for you, that best case scenario, you couldn't go forever without dick, and Sarah would share you with me so that you could have cock now and then. Worst case, she wouldn't share you and you'd choose me over her."

He laughed then, a sharp bitter laugh, and gestured at me again. "But I didn't factor in that." He gave me a look, so hurt, so very angry. Again, I believed him, that he wasn't mad at me, but it frightened me just the same. "I didn't factor in that you didn't really need me."

God, that hurt to hear, because it wasn't true.

I shook my head. "Trevor, that's not it at all. I love you. Please believe me, I do love you, but I..."

"Stop," he said firmly, holding up his hand, and he shook his head. "I have to go."

He turned away and headed down the stairs.

"Where are you going?" I followed him to the front door, seeing Aunt Claire and my mom in the living room, watching us silently.

"Away," he said, not looking back.

"Trevor, wait. Please!"

He spun around so fast that I almost ran right into him.

"I'm not pissed at you," he told me, and maybe he wasn't, but he was definitely mad. "Really, I'm not. But I can't be around you right now," he said, then shook his head and sighed, turning away. "I can't be around any of you."

I watched him walk away, down the driveway and to his car. Sarah came up and hugged me from behind, and Trevor drove off.

"I'm so sorry, Amy," she whispered.

Then the tears came. I stood there on the porch and cried, but nowhere near as long as I thought I would. With every tear that fell, what he'd said sunk in. He wasn't mad at me. I really, truly believed him. But if not me, then who? Not Sarah, I didn't think. Maybe he was just mad at the whole situation.

I let Sarah take me back inside and sit me down on the couch, while Mom and Aunt Claire finished getting the table set for breakfast.

I couldn't blame Trevor, and I couldn't fault him. As blunt as he'd been, he was still right. Neither Sarah nor myself were willing to give up cock, to be equally blunt. But because of Freyja's gift, we didn't have to. We loved each other deeply, Sarah and I, and the gift allowed us to fully explore our relationship. Before the gift, Sarah was the only girl I'd ever gone down on. I simply hadn't been interested in doing that with anyone else. After, I guess my outlook changed. Maybe I began to see girls like guys did. Maybe that's why I enjoyed going down on other girls now.

But Trevor didn't know any of that. He didn't know about Freyja's gift. With the limited information he had, the only assumption he could have made was the 'right' one, I think, that Sarah and I wouldn't stay together without a guy being involved somehow, a guy like him. I loved him, and I think Sarah did too, in her own way, so I couldn't fault him for thinking that I would ultimately choose him, that that would be my one condition for staying with Sarah, that I would get to keep him too.

And you know what? If I decided right then and there that I couldn't be without either of them, I knew, I simply knew, that Sarah would accept him in our lives. But the ugly truth was that I could live without him. I still wanted, maybe needed, Trevor to be my friend. But my lover? It wasn't a requirement anymore. I wanted Sarah. I needed Sarah.

Only Sarah.

I glanced at her and took her hand.

"I'm okay," I gave her a nod.

I don't think she believed me at first.

"You sure?"

"Yeah," I nodded again, giving her a weak smile.

Sarah gave me a long, level look, then turned on the couch to face me, tucking her leg under her. She took both of my hands in hers and said, "Amy, I love you more than anything, and I'm not fucking around when I say this; if you want Trevor, I'll let you go."

I shook my head and opened my mouth to assure her, quite vehemently, that that wasn't what I wanted at all, but she put her finger over my mouth.

"Let me finish," she said, and when I nodded, she continued. "If you want us both, I can live with that too."

She could be so selfless at times, maybe even to her detriment. She could live with that? Living with something was no better than tolerating it. I loved her, and she deserved better than that. I didn't want her to have to live with anything, to settle for anything.

I snorted bitterly. "You can live with that, huh?"

She surprised me with a warm smile and shrugged. "Well, 'living with it' wouldn't be entirely accurate. Trevor's pretty goddamn hot, Amy."

I laughed and tears gathered in my eyes.

"I like him, a lot," she added, squeezing my hands affectionately. "I love him too, as a friend, and yes, I'll admit, if the circumstances were different, I'd ride that boy until he caught fire."

I laughed again, and a little piggy snort escaped me, which made Sarah chuckle. When the levity passed, there was something I had to know.

"But what do you want, Sarah? What do you really want?"

"You," she replied without hesitation. "I want you, nobody else. I don't need anyone else." She reached up then and brushed my tears away with her thumbs, then held my face and kissed me, soft and sweet.

I hugged her. "God, I love you."

"I'll support your decision, whatever it is."

"You," I told her, holding her tight. "You're my decision."

Sarah held me so tight that I could barely breathe. When she let me go, I wiped the rest of the tears off my face.

"I'll talk to him, later, when he's had a chance to calm down," Sarah said.

I frowned. "Is that such a good idea?"

She smiled. "It's not like he's gonna hit me or anything. Besides, I'm the one that got us into this mess. I'm the one that gave you the statue."

"I'm the one that fell in love with you," I argued.

Sarah countered with, "And I'm the one that let it happen."

I tried to argue again, but Sarah talked over me.

"You're not going to win this. You know that, right?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, really?"

"Of course," she shrugged, brushing hair out of her eyes and winking. "I'll just withhold sex."

I chuckled and gave her another hug.

Both of us noticed how quiet it was in the kitchen, and when we looked that way, Mom and Aunt Claire were already seated at the table, fixing their plates.

"Come on," Sarah said, taking my hand and standing up. "Let's eat, and face the drama after."

Neither Mom nor Aunt Claire asked what had happened with Trevor, and I really appreciated it. I was still pretty upset, but Sarah held my hand under the table. But, eventually, Mom looked at me.

"Would you like to talk about it?" she asked softly.

I shrugged and looked down at my plate. "I made my choice."

Nobody said anything for a moment.

"I'm sorry, baby," Mom told me, and when I looked up, she gave me a sweet smile that only moms know how to give. "He won't be mad forever though."

"I don't know, Mom. He was so...not mad, really, but...I don't know. Hurt, I think."

Mom nodded and got up to make coffee, taking her plate with her. "Well, he's bound to be hurt. At the very least, his ego has been bruised. But he's your friend. He'll come around."

"I hope so," I murmured, then after a while, I felt the need to add, "I didn't want to hurt him."

Sarah squeezed my hand and hugged my side.

Mom came up behind me and hugged me too, "Oh, I know, baby."

"Look at the bright side, Amy," Aunt Claire said from the sink, washing dishes. I looked over at her and she grinned. "Eventually, when he calms down, he'll remember walking in on the girl-on-girl action, and I'm sorry, but he's a guy, and they love that stuff."

"Claire!" Mom gasped.

"What?"

I shook my head and smiled.

We spent the rest of the day putting up the last of the holiday decorations, though Mom and Aunt Claire had already put up most of them. Still, it was nice to just hang out with everyone, drinking eggnog and cracking jokes. But as the hours passed, I grew more nervous. After all, tomorrow was the big day; Sarah would be telling her parents about us.

I wasn't worried about her dad, George. He spent his late teens and early twenties in the seventies, so he was very open-minded when it came to same-sex relationships. He was also notorious for being a pushover when it came to Sarah. Mr. Burke would do anything it took to keep his daughter happy. He'd accidentally walked in on Sarah and I kissing once, and he'd merely laughed away his embarrassment.

No, it was Sarah's mom, Penny, that worried me. While I wouldn't say she was ultra conservative, Mrs. Burke definitely had her limits. She hadn't been too pleased when she'd heard about her husband catching Sarah and I kissing. Sarah had later told me that she hadn't gotten in trouble, but her mom made it clear that while she didn't much care what Sarah did with me, so long as no word of it whatsoever got back to her from her friends or colleagues.

Sarah was practically a grown woman now. Both of us would be turning twenty-one soon anyway. I just hoped her mom wouldn't freak out at the news.

After dinner, Sarah and I cleaned up the kitchen, then she took my hand.

"Come take a shower with me?" she asked, smiling sweetly.

I smiled back and merely nodded.

Aunt Claire had apparently heard Sarah, because she gave us a grin and a wink as we passed her in the living room.

In the bathroom, we stripped out of our clothes, and I pinned up my hair while Sarah got the shower going. When I glanced at her, the sight of her leaning over to test the water took my breath away. She was kind of standing in profile, and she was absolutely beautiful. She'd worn her hair down that day, letting it cascade over her shoulders. Her tight butt was thrust out behind her, and I could see the side of her right boob. While she was distracted, I let my cock slide out of me, then stepped up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, letting my soft length settle into the crack of her rear end, then I leaned over her so that my breasts lay against her back.

"Oh, hello," she murmured, laying her arm over both of mine.

"Hi," I breathed, pushing her hair out of my way with my nose, and kissing the back of her neck.

"That's nice," she sighed, tilting her head so that I could get to the side of her neck.

I kissed and nibbled on her neck and shoulders, letting my hands roam freely, one sliding up to cup one of her wondrously firm breasts, and the other smoothing down over her stomach. My fingers slid over her smooth mound, then down into her slick cleft.

"You're already wet?" I said, surprised.

Sarah gave a small chuckle. "I'm always wet for you."

"Really?"

She nodded, reaching her hand up behind her to hold the back of my head.

I gently strummed her clit with my thumb and slid a finger inside her. My cock was rapidly hardening, until it was lying in a hot line against her back and butt.

"Most of the time, I weep all day long," she told me, gasping when I curled my finger to rub that spot inside her. "Makes a mess of my panties."

I giggled and pressed myself tighter against her back, loving the way she felt in my arms, the sounds of her little gasps and groans. Everything about her, her warmth, her scent, was simply intoxicating. My cock was leaking precum against her back, slickening my shaft.

"Amy," she sighed, craning her neck to look at me, and pulling my head over her shoulder to kiss me. "Stop playing with me and fuck me."

I kissed her back, hard, then straightened up and took my cock in my hand. I was so hard that I had to force my cock down away from me. I rubbed the end of me up through her slippery folds, shivering at the feel of her wet heat, and fit myself there. I just gazed down at her for a while, my eyes riveted to the sight of my dick resting just at her entrance, the lips of her perfect pussy spread over the very tip of my cock, and just above that, the tight star of her ass winked at me. I shivered again, remembering what it felt like to fuck her ass, and I promised myself that we would be doing that again soon.

"Amy, please," Sarah gasped, pushing her hips back.

I grabbed her hips and held her still, cock throbbing powerfully when I'd nearly slipped inside her. Just looking at her, holding her, readied to plow into her body, I was already on edge.

"Not yet," I told her, nudging my cockhead just a touch inside her, not quite enough to penetrate, but enough to knock on her door, to let her know I was there, that I could fuck her any moment.

"Please," she gasped, lowering her head and pushing back again.

"I'll come too quick," I warned her.

"Fuck, Amy, I don't care," she hissed.

And with that, I tightened my grip on her hips and pushed. The lips of her cunt spread wide over my crown, so very wide, and suddenly, I was inside her. The incredible wet heat of her body enveloped me, and slowly but firmly, I fed my dick deep into her body, inch after ragingly hard inch, until the lips of her twat were splayed around the very base of my cock.




Strange Days Ch. 75-77



Sarah gasped and muttered something, but I didn't catch it. I just stood there with my dick buried in the woman I loved, the woman I adored, the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. She moaned and began to squirm, and I could see the muscles of her back flexing. Holding her hip, I smoothed my other hand up her back, right over her spine, fingers splayed wide to feel as much of her skin as I could.

I have no idea what came over me, but when I felt her long hair tickle my fingers, I grabbed it up, twisted it around my hand, and pulled. Sarah gave a sharp gasp, her head coming up and back, and she ground her hot cunt around my twitching length. I wanted to pound her into submission, but with incredible patience, I slowly pulled my dick down her slippery tunnel, then pushed back in.

"Oh gawd, yes," she moaned, pushing back when I was firmly sheathed inside her.

I held her hair tight in my hand, keeping her back bowed, and began to fuck her, slow but so very deep. Back and forth, my cock spread her wide, forced her inner walls apart. I pulled her hair and reveled in the feeling of power, of ownership.

So that's exactly what I did. I owned her body, gradually fucking in and out of her faster, harder. Her wet walls fluttered around me, squeezed and pulled, and somehow, I was able to keep from coming. I was right on the edge the entire time, insides tight with need, my body climbing an endless hill with release just over the rise.

"You're so fucking hard," she whimpered.

I felt it then, the climax building inside her, building around my thrusting cock, and while I wasn't any larger than normal, my dick felt enormous inside her. Sarah murmured and groaned, gasped and whimpered. When she came, I fucked her right through her climax. I fucked her until words failed her, until she was a shivering mess, and I wanted to fuck her forever. Eventually, I couldn't hold back any longer and my cock swelled massively.

Shoving my dick deep into her body, I leaned over her, wrapped an arm around her chest and stood up, bringing her with me. I hugged her tight, so tight that I think I cut off her air, and my dick exploded deep inside her body. Hot cum rushed up the length of my throbbing shaft, spilling into her shivering body with such force and speed that even I was impressed with myself. I felt my cum leaking out from where we were joined, trickling down my thighs. Sarah began to squirm against me, rotating her hips, massaging my spitting dick with her body. My cock lurched again and again, pumping her full of cream.

Finally sated, I loosed my arm around her chest and she took a deep breath.

"Gawd, baby," she cooed, still moving her hips in little circles, rubbing every inch of me with her cum-soaked cunt, and it felt amazing.

Sarah pushed up onto her toes and I took the hint, pulling my hips back and letting my dick flop out of her. She turned right around and hugged me, kissing my hair and ear. I held her in my arms and delighted in her scent, her warmth. She was so warm after she came, and I loved it. Leaning back, Sarah brushed her hair out of her eyes and looked at me.

"Still nervous?" she asked.

I frowned. "About what?"

"Tomorrow," she grinned.

"God, yes," I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Mostly about your mom though."

She bit her lower lip and nodded, "Yeah, me too, a little."

"Do you think she'll be upset?"

Sarah stepped into the shower and pulled me in behind her.

"I don't think so," she replied, turning us under the spray and then moving us out so that she could soap me up. "Put out, yes, but not upset. Not really, anyway."

"Put out?" I asked, wondering what she meant by that.

Sarah gave me a crooked smile. "My mom won't shut up about grandkids."

I'd given that some thought before, even talked to my mom about it.

"We still could," I said, and Sarah looked at me.

"Give her grandchildren?"

"If that's something you want," I quickly added.

Sarah smiled and laid her hand on my cheek. "Amy, I want everything with you."

I couldn't help but kiss her. I pulled her into my arms and held her, wanting to feel as much of her against as much of me as possible. I could see it in my mind, a little girl and a little boy, running around and giggling, our children. But something my mom had asked came to mind.

"So, who would have the honors?" I asked her.

Sarah leaned back to look at me. "Me."

"Really?" I blinked.

She nodded, and her expression became somewhat somber. "I just wish it could really be yours, you know?"

I nodded back, thinking the exact same thing. No longer after I'd gotten my gift from Freyja, Sarah and I had gone to see Helena. She'd told us that I couldn't get Sarah pregnant. Basically, I didn't have any sperm. I was still a girl, after all, despite having a magic dong.

"But," Sarah raised an eyebrow and draped her arms around my neck, the tips of her breasts rubbing deliciously against mine. "We could use a donor."

A month or so ago, I would have assumed the donor would have been Trevor, but now, I was pretty sure he wouldn't be crazy about the idea.

"Who?"

Sarah shrugged. "Doesn't really matter, but Trevor would be my first choice."

I snorted. "Me too, but he's kind of pissed at me right now."

"He won't be mad forever," she said, moving away and turning me around to soap up my back.

"What if he is?"

"Phillip looks like he has good genes," she told me.

"Are you serious?" I giggled.

"He's a good looking guy."

I couldn't really argue, seeing as how I'd very nearly slept with him. He was a really great guy, smart, funny, and incredibly sweet. But still, Sarah didn't have anywhere near the level of intimacy with Phillip that she already had with Trevor.

"You'd really do that?" I asked.

Sarah turned me around and held my shoulders, giving me a level look. "Anything, Amy, I mean that."

I kissed her, held her, and loved her all the more.

Chapter 76

I woke up before Sarah did, and the first thought I had was about Trevor, wondering if he was okay. Sarah's naked body was snuggled up against me, and I really didn't want to leave her, but I snuck out of bed and threw on a robe, then grabbed my phone and went downstairs. It was barely four in the morning, and Mom and Aunt Claire were still asleep too.

Sitting down on the couch, I unlocked my phone, then I just stared at it, debating whether I should call him so early. I settled on sending a text message.

Me: Hey. You ok? You may not wanna hear, but still love you.

I hit Send and held my breath, only letting it out when the phone told me the message was delivered. I didn't move from the couch for a long time, just staring down at my phone, willing Trevor to text me back. When it chimed with a new message, I nearly jumped out of my skin.

Trevor: Love you too.

I cried, the tears coming without any warning at all. Relief filled me, and even a little hope too.

Trevor: Don't call.

And just like that, the hope was gone.

How could everything have gone so wrong? I remembered playing with him when we were little, fourth grade, maybe fifth, climbing monkey bars and seeing who could swing the highest on the swing sets. I remembered his shaggy mop of blonde hair, his glittering blue eyes. At the time, I'd thought he was cute, in the way that girls liked to collect cute dolls. Of course, I didn't collect dolls. I was a tomboy, and always had been.

I remember our first year in high school. I hadn't seen him at all that summer. He'd spent it away with his family. That first day of school, he found me while I was fumbling with the combination on my locker. Everything changed that day. He was taller, leaner, his golden hair was longer, nearly touching his shoulders, and he was just so damn beautiful. His eyes seemed brighter, his smile wider, and his smell...my gawd, the scent of him drove me crazy, made me want to press my nose to his chest and just breathe him in. He hadn't had a clue how gorgeous he was. I remember, quite clearly, how stunned I'd been. He had changed so much in just three months, a total transformation from the boy I knew, to a young man, and a dashingly handsome one at that.

"Are you sick?" he'd asked me.

I'd frowned. "No. Why?"

Trevor had shaken his head. "I don't know. I say 'hi' after three months, and you don't say a word. And you're flushed. Oh, and you look like you're having trouble catching your breath."

"Like you'd know," I'd scoffed, and promptly left him standing there.

He'd hurt me that summer, taking off the way he had. Trevor had been my best friend since childhood, and that last year at junior high had been so exciting for me. It was around that time that I first saw him as more than my friend, the first time that I'd looked at him and thought 'oh, mama'. He'd woken up the woman in me, and he'd had no idea.

And then he'd left. No phone call. No email. Nothing. Just gone.

Anyway, everything hadn't gone all to crap after that moment in front of my locker, but our friendship cooled considerably, particularly on the third day of tenth grade, when I saw him eating lunch with Barbara Fucking Clinard. I shouldn't have been surprised. Barbara had been a primo bitch the entire time I'd known her, and now, looking the way he did, Trevor was in her league. I'd watched his popularity grow that first year of high school, watching him travel from one social circle to another, farther and farther away from mine.

And that's all I'd done. I'd watched, watched myself lose my friend.

I had Sarah, of course, so it wasn't like I was alone.

I remember eating pizza with Sarah at Joe's Pies. We'd been sitting in a booth, on the same side, gossiping under our breath, as young girls tend to do. Trevor had plopped down in our booth with a warm smile.

"Amy Carter, the love of my life," he'd beamed his sunny smile in my direction.

"Yeah, right," I'd scoffed. Oh, and I might have thought 'I wish'.

Trevor and Sarah had fallen into easy conversation. Me, I just wasn't up to it. Caring about him the way I had, you'd think that given the chance to spend time with him that I'd have jumped on it. But it was hard, seeing my friend move farther away from me, then be given just a few minutes to have him again. It hurt less to let him just stay away, or keep him away, I guess. But two weeks before that night at Joe's Pies, I'd decided to give it one more shot. I was going to ask Trevor to go with me to the homecoming dance.

I'd tuned out their conversation though, focusing my attention on Violet Summers, who had just walked in with her entourage of varsity football thugs. I hadn't known her at the time, except for the rumors, of course. Word was that she'd sleep with anyone on the football team, and had already bedded most of them. I hadn't known if it was true, and hadn't cared either, to tell the truth. But something Sarah said jerked my attention back to our table.

"...homecoming dance?"

Trevor had nodded. "Jill Clemens."

"Jill?" Sarah had balked. "How did you land Jill?"

Wait. Trevor was going to the homecoming dance with Jill? Oh, fuck.

"She asked me," he'd given an easy shrug.

And once again, the conversation was tuned out. I sat there with my head down, chewing on my pizza, but not tasting it, not hearing anything, seeing anything.

"Amy?" I'd heard Trevor say.

"Huh?" I'd blinked.

He'd smiled. "Who are you going to the homecoming dance with?"

I hadn't had a clue what to say. I'd just clammed up, blushed furiously, and I nearly ran out of the restaurant when Sarah saved me.

"She's taking me."

Trevor had blinked at her, then me.

"Seriously?"

Sarah had laughed. "Trevor, you have no idea how hot this girl is in a nightie." She'd put her arm around my shoulders and hugged me against her side. "No way I'm letting a fine piece like this get away from me."

I gaped at Sarah.

Trevor had laughed. "Yeah, right."

"Just watch," she'd winked at him.

Trevor glanced at me, then back at Sarah, his eyes full of wonder. "Have you really seen her in a nightie?"

One of his friends shouted for him to come over, so Sarah never answered his question. She had, of course.

I remembered sitting there, looking at Sarah, appreciating what she'd done. I also remembered fighting to keep from crying, having no idea what I wanted to cry about in the first place, and Sarah had taken my hand under the table, leaned over so that her forehead rested against mine, and she'd whispered that it would be okay, that if I wanted him, I could still have him, and she'd help me.

I'd cried then, just a little, but hadn't been able to stop it. Sarah had kissed both of my eyelids and brushed my tears away with her thumbs, then she'd kissed me right on the mouth, for the first time. Funny thing was, it was exactly how I thought a guy would kiss me. It had been a good kiss. Really good.

When she'd drawn back to look at me, I'd just gazed at her in wonder, at this dear friend of mine who would have done anything to make me feel better, who cared about me much more than I'd thought.

Bare feet padding softly across the floor brought me out of my reverie. I glanced up to see Sarah standing a few feet away, wearing a robe. Her hair was still up in a ponytail and her arms were hugging herself.

"What are you doing, sweetie?" she asked sleepily.

I shrugged. "Thinking."

She glanced down at the phone in my hand, then came over to sit down beside me on the couch.

"Trevor?" she asked.

I nodded. "And you too."

She smiled at that, and even at four in the morning, she was beautiful.

I leaned back against the couch and set the phone down beside me. "I was remembering Joe's Pies, when Trevor told us he was going to the homecoming dance with Jill."

Sarah looked away and grinned crookedly. "Oh yeah. I remember that."

"You kissed me," I told her.

She looked at me.

"It was the first time you kissed me like that, more than just playful," I said, my head resting against the back of the couch while she studied my expression, guessing at what I was feeling just then. "It was the first time I realized how much you meant to me."

Sarah smiled fondly, so pretty in the soft moonlight coming through the windows, her hair seeming darker, skin brighter.

"Did you like me more than a friend back then?" I asked.

She pressed her lips into a thin line, but the smile was still there, and she nodded.

I frowned. "And you helped me get Trevor anyway?"

Sarah shrugged and set her hand on my bare thigh, where the side of my robe had fallen open. "I wasn't sure what I felt at the time. Well, actually, I was afraid I did. I tried not to think about it back then, figured it was just a phase I was going through or something. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin our friendship by asking you to be my girlfriend, then bounce right back to guys."

She smiled then, kind of naughtily. "Besides, I wasn't sure that I was ready give up on cock."

I chuckled, and she stroked her fingers against my thigh. Then I thought of something else and asked, "Was it hard? Knowing I was with him, that first time, I mean."

"Yeah, it was," she sighed, shoulders slumping a little, and she gave me a look of genuine feeling. "I was pretty sure you thought we were just messing around back then, just having fun, but it was much more than that for me, more than I was willing to admit."

Her fingers crept higher up my thigh, and down, nearly between my legs, but I don't think she realized she was doing it.

Sarah gave me a shy smile and said, "I was afraid that once you had him, you wouldn't play with me anymore."

I grinned. "Fat chance of that, huh?"

She grinned back. "What. Couldn't get enough of me?" she teased, shaking her chest at me, her full breasts wobbling back and forth beneath her robe.

"Never," I said softly, shaking my head.

Her grin faded, her expression replaced by something else, something earnest and warm. Licking her lips, Sarah leaned closer and brushed her mouth against mine, then she kissed me. It was soft and sweet at first, so very nice, so tender, but then she turned her head and deepened the kiss. The feel of her long tongue pushing past my lips made me gasp into her mouth, and I shivered from head to toe. I kissed her with every fiber of my being, and before I knew it, Sarah had straddled me on the couch.

She held my face in her hands, gently, making love to my mouth with hers, and I kissed her like my life depended on it. In a way, it did. I couldn't imagine my life without her, and if I tried, I knew it would be horrifying.

My hands found her thighs and smoothed up her soft skin, under her robe, to cup her beautiful rear end. Sarah shuddered and her mouth paused for a moment, sighing pleasantly, her lips barely brushing against mine. Letting go of my face, she leaned back and straightened up, then reached for the tie of her robe. With sensual slowness, Sarah opened her robe and let it fan out to her sides, then she reached for mine.

My cock was fully erect, tenting the one side of the robe still covering my lap. With the tie undone, Sarah opened my robe, the backs of her hands grazing the sides of my modest breasts as she slid them down along the edge of the satin. Letting go of the robe, she lay her hands low on my sides, then smoothed them up my torso, her eyes fixed on my body where her hands explored me. Goosebumps broke out on my skin, from head to toe, her touch leaving me feeling heady and warm. She cupped my breasts and delicately brushed her thumbs over my tight nipples, and I gave her a little gasp, the sensation shocking me low in my body and up through my hard length.

Licking her lips, Sarah put her hand on my shoulder, leaned in to kiss me, slowly, deliberately, distractingly. Nothing else existed in the world for me but that kiss. But then her hand found my hard cock and her tight, wet heat slipped over the tip of me.

I hissed a curse, the suddenness of her warm sex engulfing me overwhelming my senses. She was so warm, so very tight, and so incredibly wet. Her mouth paused again, my cock forcing her open, inch and hard inch of me spreading her insides. The feel of her hot sheath molding to my dick was unreal, and when every last hard inch of my shaft was enveloped by her body, I nearly came then and there.

With my cock fully seated inside her, Sarah kissed me again, still slow, so very sensual. She explored my lips and mouth tenderly, both hands on my shoulders now, mine on her butt, the tips of her breasts brushing against mine. I smoothed my hands up her back and around her sides, my thumbs finding the sides of her breasts. Then she began to move.

I shuddered beneath her as she lifted her hips, my slick cock exposed to the cool air of the living room, then she lowered her hips again, with incredible patience, once more burying my throbbing length deep inside her. I moved my hands back to her tight ass, still kissing her, feasting on her mouth while she fucked me slow and sweet, taking her time. I could feel her warm walls caressing every brick-hard inch of me, squeezing the head of my cock deliciously. The tips of her breasts were so hard they felt like erasers against my chest.

Her mouth left me and she looked down at me, one hand cupping my cheek as she gazed into my eyes, moving faster now, her hot pussy gliding up and down my dick, all the way up to the very tip, until I'd almost fall out of her, then back down, fucking me deep inside her. Her gaze never left mine, her mouth falling open in a long sigh, tongue licking her lips.

She was so fucking beautiful, moving above me, taking me on my mom's couch, making love to me, so beautiful that it almost hurt. I felt her insides flutter around my turgid pole, and the tight feeling low in my belly grew intense, nearly unbearable. I was gasping with every breath, so close, but I wanted to see her come first.




Strange Days Ch. 75-77



Gliding my hands up her back and around to her front, I cupped her warm breasts, then caught her nipples between thumbs and fingers, pinching and rolling. Sarah gave a sharp gasp, her eyes flew open, and a tremor ripped through her body. Her hips fell and hot cunt clamped down on my cock, every last achingly hard inch of me, and she came with a silent scream, gazing down at me in wonder through her climax. She took several gasping breaths, her insides clenching and releasing over and over, wetting my thighs with her powerful come.

When her climax faded, she gave me a determined look, raised her hips, and slammed her body down into my lap. It was my turn to gasp. Up and down her hips went, and side to side, fucking me harder, faster. I moved my hands back to her butt and held on as the tight feeling in my belly grew once more. She shifted closer, firm breasts pressing against my tits, cheek to mine, breath hot on my ear.

Her warmth surrounded me, her scent filled my senses, and the backs of her thighs slapped against the tops of mine. She fucked me on the couch, driving my thick cock deep into her body harder and faster, until I she was pounding me in and out of her almost brutally. My dick throbbed, hot bliss rushed up my shaft. I grabbed her ass, hissed her name, and pulled her down, shoving every rigid inch of me inside her. With my cockhead pressed tight to the end of her quivering passage, I came, every muscle in my body going rigid as hot cum spewed out of me and into her, and she came with me.

As our climaxes faded, my hands fell from her ass, arms limp at my sides. Sarah rose up until I fell out of her, then relaxed against me, her arms pushing behind me to wrap around my neck. She held me close, our naked, sweaty bodies pressed together, cocooned by our robes. She kissed me behind my ear, her hand cupping my cheek on the other side, then she kissed my jaw, my cheek, and when her lips found mine, I took a sharp breath and kissed her hard and deep.

God, I loved her so much.

Cupping her ass, I picked her up - making her squeal with delight - and with some effort, managed to turn us around and her lay her down on the couch. Sarah giggled softly as I scooted her butt to the edge of the cushions. I hiked her legs up over my shoulders and promptly shoved my still turgid dick into her. Her giggle became a satisfied groan, a delightfully sexy sound. She threw her head back, spine bowing, mouth gaping open prettily. Holding her hips firmly in my hands, I fucked her again, adoring her body, the sounds she made, the scent of her, everything about her. It wasn't about me. It was about her, wanting to see her come one more time.

When she did, I had to cover her mouth with my hand and let her scream into it.

"Holy fuck, Amy," she gave a whimpering sigh, and the dreamy desperation of her tone made me chuckle.

I pushed up onto my arms, and swore that I caught movement from the corner of my eye. I jerked my gaze to the foyer, but didn't see anyone there.

"What's wrong?" Sarah asked, pushing up onto her elbows and looking that way.

The shock of someone possibly having caught me fucking Sarah, whether it be Aunt Claire or my mom, made my erection fade in a flash. By the time I'd put my robe on, my limp cock had vanished inside me. Tiptoeing, I made my way to the foyer and peeked around the corner, up the stairs. No one was there, and none of the doors were open either. Just to be sure, I went back through the living room, through the kitchen, and to the short hallway that led to the laundry room and the second guestroom. Aunt Claire's door was closed too.

When I made it back to Sarah, she was standing in front of the couch in her robe.

"What was that about?" she asked.

I shook my head at the foyer. "Could have sworn I saw someone there."

Just then, a car drove past our house outside, and the shadows shifted with the passing headlights, causing the coatrack in front of one of the windows to cast a rather person-shaped shadow across the wall near the stairs and living room.

"Someone was," Sarah whispered ominously, and when I gave her a sharp look, she added, "Mr. Raincoat."

I lunged and slapped her ass, making her laugh.

Chapter 77

"So, we have a plan, right?" I asked, wringing my hands in my lap, watching the houses fly by my window.

Aunt Claire had let Sarah drive her Lexus, an IS F, so that she could, in Aunt Claire's words, 'Reintroduce Amy to the family in style'.

"A plan?"

"Yeah. You know, this thing with your parents?" I offered.

Sarah smiled, watching the road. "We need a plan?"

I snorted and said, "You don't think we do?"

"Why would we?" She shrugged, shifting gears as she whipped us around a corner pretty fast, giggling as we came out of the turn. "I have got to get one of these. This fucking car is making me wet."

"Sarah," I said, and she briefly glanced at me. "The plan?"

"Relax," she smiled again and patted my leg. "I was going to talk to my dad first. That way, we'll have his support in case Mom flakes out. I don't think she'll make a scene or anything, but just in case."

"She wasn't too happy when your dad told her about walking in on us messing around."

Sarah chuckled and took my hand, giving it a squeeze before putting it back on the shifter, "She got over it."

"But she wasn't happy," I said, giving her a level look. "And that's kind of the point."

"I'm happy," she shrugged, turning the car onto her street.

"Yeah, but..."

"Hey, did you just hear what I said?" She interrupted me, squeezing my hand sharply and speaking rather firmly. "I'm happy, with you. You, Amy. It's not about my mom, or even my dad. It's about you and me. I like us. I freaking love us. End of discussion."

I don't know why, exactly, but what she told me just then struck right into the heart of me. If it weren't for the fact that she'd been driving, I would have jumped her right there in the car and showered her with love.

Sure, sex would be involved too, but let's focus on the love part. It sounds more romantic, and it might make me sound less like a nympho too.

"Thank you," I told her softly, almost a whisper, and I lifted her hand to kiss it.

"For what?" she smiled, pulling into the driveway of her home - or was it her former home now?

I shook my head, at a loss for words. I wasn't sure why I felt so secure just then, more confident about facing her parents as more than just her best friend. I really wasn't nervous at all. All of my apprehension, my fear, it was just gone.

"I guess I just needed to hear that," I replied.

Turning off the car, Sarah leaned over and kissed me, soft and sweet, yet still taking my breath away. When she settled back into her seat, she gave me a pretty smile.

"Do you realize that we haven't even had a fight yet?" I asked.

"I know," she frowned, then bounced her eyebrows and grinned. "I can't wait. Should be fun."

I gasped playfully. "How can you say that about fighting?"

"Three words, baby," she said, opening her door. "Make-up sex."

"Technically, I think that's two," I said, laughing.

We walked to the front door of her home, hand in hand. Sarah reached for the doorknob, held it, and looked at me, the corners of her mouth turning up.

"Ready?" she asked.

I gave her a quick kiss for an answer. Sarah opened the door and yelled into the house.

"I'm home!"

Sarah's mom and dad peeked around the corner from the kitchen, saw us at the door, and both of them ran over to us, her mom squealing with delight.

"Oh, I missed you, baby!" Penny cooed, hugging her tightly.

"Hi pumpkin," George smiled warmly and kissed Sarah's cheek.

Sarah giggled and jumped up into his arms, so that her dad could spin her around a few times.

They were so happy to see her that I found their giddiness infectious, and I was grinning stupidly. Penny regarded me first, smiling.

"Hi, Mrs. Burke," I smiled back.

"Hello, Amy," she said, giving me a hug. "And call me Penny, sweetheart." She held my shoulders and stepped back to look at me, shaking her head. "My, my, have you ever grown up. Both of you," she added, glancing at her daughter.

Sarah smiled happily, then she took my hand in both of hers and hugged herself to my side, and I forgot to breathe.

Her mom raised an eyebrow, and her dad grinned, his eyes twinkling as he regarded us.

"Well, come on in and tell us all about being a grownup," George told us, motioning us into the house.

After hanging up our coats, we followed him to the kitchen, where a freshly baked peach pie was waiting on the table. Sarah's mom closed the front door and caught up to us. I glanced at her over my shoulder, nervously. She was looking at Sarah, not me.

"So," George said, handing me a plate with a slice of fresh pie. "How's the apartment?"

"It's wonderful," I told him.

He shook his head. "I'm still amazed that you got such a good deal on that place."

Sarah was sitting beside me, and she took my hand under the table and held it.

"We finally put some walls up," Sarah told him as he gave her plate of pie too.

Penny came over and set down two glasses of milk for us. "Oh, good. That must be nice, having some privacy now and then."

"We don't need privacy," Sarah waved her hand. Her mom raised an eyebrow again, and so did her dad. Sarah popped a bite of peach pie into her mouth, chewed and swallowed in record time, and added, "Besides, Violet moved out."

"Oh? Where to?" George asked.

Sarah took another bite of pie and mumbled around it, "Moved in with her girlfriend."

Penny blinked wide eyes at her daughter. "Violet is a..."

"Lesbian?" Sarah grinned around her fork.

Her mom blushed furiously, and sitting down beside George, mumbled quietly. "I can't imagine what her mother is going through."

A lump formed in my throat. Was that how Penny would see us, how Sarah and I love each other, as something to get through?

"Who's to say she's has to go through anything?" George replied, frowning at his wife.

Penny frowned right back. "The gossip, George."

Clearly, they disagreed on this. George opened his mouth to say something, but Sarah beat him to it with an amused snort.

"Mom, trust me. Violet being with a girl is the most tame rumor possible."

"She does like football, I hear," George nodded innocently, but when he cracked a grin at Sarah, she burst out laughing.

Penny slapped his shoulder. "Stop it, George."

"Oh, come on," he sighed, taking her hand in his before she could snatch it back. "It's the age. They're just learning who they are, discovering their bodies. It's all perfectly natural."

Penny's cheeks flushed again, and she hissed, "George!"

"Seriously, Mom, what's the big deal?" Sarah asked flippantly.

"Expectations, young lady," Penny replied, somewhat firmly. All eyes at the table went to her, including mine. Penny leaned forward and gave Sarah a level look. "I'm not saying it's unnatural or anything, but parents develop predictable expectations for their children."

George sat up straight in his chair and looked like he was about to argue with her, but Penny just kept on going.

"For example, parents expect daughters to find a nice boy to marry. They do not expect them to shack up with another girl. When rumors start flying, all the women whisper quietly about how terribly the mother must be suffering, what she must be going through, having a daughter like that."

Sarah dropped her fork onto her plate, loudly. "A daughter like that?"

Penny waved her hand and sat back in her chair, "Sarah..."

"No, mom, let's explore this," Sarah interrupted her, leaning forward with her arms on the table. "Violet was one of the sweetest girls I know, one of the most amazing people I've ever met." Sarah glanced at me and smiled sweetly. "Present company being an exception."

I smiled back.

Sarah regarded her mom. "Violet dating a girl doesn't make her any less wonderful, and it certainly doesn't make her a bad daughter."

Penny's mouth fell open in shock.

George held up his hand. "Whoa, I don't think anyone..."

"Sarah," Penny gasped, leaning forward to mirror her daughter. "I did not say that Violet was a disappointment."

Sarah gave her an unfriendly look. "Really? Because just imagine what her mother must be going through," she growled at the end.

George was flicking his gaze back and forth to them, and he looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there. Sarah and her mom looked ready to explode.

Slowly and quietly, I pushed my chair back from the table and moved to get up. "Maybe I should step outside for some fresh air."

"Sit down," Sarah barked, still glaring at her mouth.

My ass promptly dropped back onto the chair.

Sarah pointed at Penny. "Mother, no matter how socially unacceptable Violet's mom might find her behavior, I can promise you that Violet won't give a shit."

"Sarah Burke..."

Sarah cut her off. "If forced to choose between her mother's acceptance and her own happiness, Violet will choose herself. And you know what?" Sarah said, standing up so fast that her chair slid loudly across the floor behind her. "Violet wouldn't be particularly unique in that decision."

And with that, Sarah grabbed my hand and jerked me out of my chair, dragging me out of the kitchen.

"Christ, Penny," George muttered.

"Oh, don't you start," she hissed, and I could hear her clearing the table.

Maybe if I got really lucky, her mom would leave my mostly uneaten slice of pie alone.

The hushed tones of George and Penny arguing retreated behind us, and Sarah took me outside, to the backyard. Her hand was tight around mine, dragging me along with her to a bench swing at the very back of the yard. I wished Sarah had let us get our coats, because it was pretty damn cold outside. Sarah plopped down angrily on the bench swing and I sat down beside her. After a moment, her hand stopped trying to crush mine.

I sighed. "Well, that wasn't a good sign."

Sarah snorted. "Who cares?"

"You do," I said softly.

Sarah looked at me, her big brown eyes shimmering with anger, and a touch of disappointment. Shivering in the chill air, Sarah tucked one ankle under her thigh and turned on the bench to face me, lips pursed angrily.

"Listen to me, Amy. I don't care what my mother thinks. I love you, I'm with you, and she's going to have to accept that."

I held her hand. "Sarah, you do care what your mother thinks. You might not agree with her, but you still care."

Her lower lip trembled, and she threw herself at me, hugging me tightly.

"I want her to be okay with us," she whispered over my shoulder, her body shaking lightly, either from the cold or what she was feeling. "But she doesn't have to be. It would just be a lot easier if she was, is all."

"I know," I nodded, stroking my hands up and down her back.

I just held her for a while, the bench swing gently rocking back and forth. After a few minutes, she loosened her hold around me a little, though she was still shaking. Actually, both of us were. The winter wind wasn't letting up, and we were getting colder by the second. Soon, sharing our body heat wouldn't be enough to tolerate it.

Sarah turned her head and buried her nose into my hair.

"Maybe we should wait," I offered.

Sarah pulled away from me. "What? Why?"

I shrugged. "Well, your mom just doesn't seem open to the idea."

Sarah frowned. "I don't care."

"Sarah, it's Christmas Eve," I pleaded gently, holding her hands. "We don't have to ruin Christmas for her. We can tell her after tomorrow."

She sighed and looked away, at the house. I could see her parents through the window, arguing. Her dad was leaning against the counter, looking surprisingly relaxed and supremely patient, while her mom gestured wildly with her arms, clearly still riled up. I had a good feeling that they weren't arguing about Violet specifically, and that they knew something was going on with us.

"Come on," Sarah sighed, standing up. "It's cold. Let's go inside."

Inspiration struck me. Or maybe it was suicidal stupidity.

"I'll be right there," I told her.

Sarah gave me a nervous look. I smiled back, hoping it would put her at ease. It seemed to work, because she gave my hand a gentle squeeze and headed inside. I sat there on the bench, watching her enter the house. Her dad pushed away from the counter when she shut the door behind her, then left the kitchen to join her. Through the sliding glass door, I saw Sarah walk out of the living room with her father. That left Sarah's mom alone in the kitchen, which was what I'd been hoping for.

Making my way inside, I stepped into the kitchen and leaned against the counter, close to where Sarah's dad had been just moments ago. Penny was washing dishes at the sink. I pushed away from the counter and went to help her, picking up a dry towel and holding out my hand for a dish.

"Thank you, Amy," she murmured, handing me a wet plate.

I dried the dish and set it down on the counter. Penny and I fell into an easy rhythm, washing and drying. Neither of us said anything. I glanced into the sink and saw that over half of the dishes were done. I was running out of time. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"I love her," I said quietly.

Penny froze. It was suddenly so quiet in the kitchen that I could hear my blood roaring in my ears. I spared a sideways glance at Sarah's mom. She was looking at the faucet, but not really. Her hands were still in the soapy water, not moving at all. I couldn't tell if she was angry, shocked, sad.

"She means the world to me," I added, holding my breath at the end.

Still, she said nothing, and for so long that I would have welcomed a rebuke, whether screaming and yelling or calm and cold. Eventually, I couldn't take the silence anymore.

"What are you thinking?" I asked timidly.

Sarah's mom took a deep breath and sighed, straightening up a little.

"I'm deciding if I should take it back," she said, her tone flat. I wasn't sure what she meant, but then she added, "To have you call me Mrs. Burke."

Okay, I think that meant she was mad. My suspicion was confirmed about two seconds later when Penny - er, Mrs. Burke, I guess - clenched her jaw. After a long and incredibly uncomfortable silence, she finished washing the glass in her hand and gave it to me to dry.

"How did this happen?" she asked, barely a whisper.

She made it sound horrible, like Sarah and I falling in love was a terrible accident, like a plane crash or a building collapse. To my surprise, it made me mad.

"High school," I replied, trying to keep the anger out of my voice. "He didn't know it, but Trevor was breaking my heart. Sarah was there for me."

Penny nodded, but she didn't say anything, so I went on.

"Things just kind of grew from there. She's been my best friend since the moment I met her. She's a wonderful person, kind, thoughtful." My tone had shifted to reverence. I glanced at Penny and said, "You raised an incredible young woman, Mrs. Burke. It was easy to fall in love with her."

That made her look at me. Her jaw was still clenched, and I could see emotions warring in her eyes. She was mad at me, but she also loved her daughter dearly.

"She was confused at first," I told her, maintaining eye contact. "I pulled back a little, gave her room to breathe. After that, our relationship just...progressed," I shrugged, at a lack for words.

Penny looked away and snorted, the corner of her mouth lifting, but it wasn't a happy grin. "I'm sure that living together didn't hurt."

I shook my head. "No. It didn't."

We resumed washing and drying dishes, in silence. Several minutes passed, and her shoulders, gradually relaxed, and her jaw finally unclenched.

"She's never argued with me like that," she said quietly, shaking her head in thought, and frowning a little. "When George...walked in on you two," she said, blushing red. "I was so mad, so afraid that rumors would start spreading. We never talked about it, me and Sarah, I mean."




Strange Days Ch. 78-82



Sorry for the delay, everyone, but I had to get this right. This is the home-stretch. Only one more segment after this. Hope you enjoy.

-redskyes

Chapter 78

When I woke up, I was alone. Sarah's robe was still lying on the floor next to mine, where we'd left them, but I could smell her wonderful scent lingering on the sheets and the pillow beside me. Yawning and stretching, I crawled out of bed and went to the bathroom, took my morning pee - yes, sitting down, thank you very much - then made my way downstairs. It didn't even occur to me what day it was, not until I saw the tree all lit up.

Christmas!

With a big dopey grin, I pranced into the kitchen. I found Sarah, Mom, and Aunt Claire sitting at the table with coffee in hand. Aunt Claire looked down into her cup, Mom gave me a look that, historically speaking, said she was expecting me to freak out about bad news, and Sarah stood up. And I froze.

"Want some coffee, baby?" she asked, gliding over to the pot.

"What's going on?" I asked cautiously, to the room in general.

Aunt Claire looked at Mom, Mom looked at Sarah, and Sarah looked at me.

"Trevor never went home," she told me gently.

I blinked, letting that sink in.

Sarah looked at Mom, who looked at Aunt Claire, who looked into her cup again.

"Well, where is he?" I asked, exasperated.

"His dad talked to him," Sarah said, coming over to give me my coffee. But she didn't give it to me. She set it down on the table and took my hands. "He's not coming home for Christmas."

I blinked at her. "He went back to school, for Christmas?"

"No," she shook her head. "Nobody knows where he is."

"That doesn't make any sense," I told her, but Sarah just gave me a patient look, probably waiting for me to freak out. I'll admit, I was thinking about it. "Someone has to know where he is. Tabby will."

"She doesn't," Mom said.

I gave a short laugh, but I wasn't feeling very amused. "You have no idea how close they are," I told Mom, then regarded Sarah. "They tell each other everything."

Sarah nodded, still holding my hands. "She texted him, asking where he was going. He said 'away'."

I waited for her to continue, and when she didn't, asked, "And that's it?"

"She asked when he'd be back. He didn't answer."

Slowly, I pulled out a chair and sat down. God, how badly had I hurt Trevor?

"He's all alone," I breathed, and I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "He's my friend, and I hurt him, and he's all alone."

"Honey..." Mom began.

I threw my hand up, cutting her off, then stood up from my chair. "I'll be right back."

Sarah moved to follow me, but when I grabbed my phone from the hutch in the living room and headed out onto the back porch, she let me go. I called Trevor's cell and was sent straight to voicemail. Either his battery was dead or he'd turned off his phone. 

Shit.

I called Tabitha and she answered on the first ring.

"Hey, Amy," she said softly.

"Has he called?"

She sighed. "No, and I think he turned his phone off. Did something happen?"

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then said, "He knows."

There was a pause, then Tabitha asked, "Knows what?"

"About...you know," I floundered.

"No, I don't know what you..." she stopped, then hissed. "Oh shit!"

"Exactly," I nodded to nobody.

"Oh, holy fuck shit," Tabitha cursed, and she didn't stop there, putting any sailor to shame.

I couldn't tell if she was shocked, angry, or afraid. Could have been any, or all.

"Is that Amy?" I heard Phillip ask in the background. Tabitha just kept on cursing, then I heard the phone change hands. "Amy?"

"It's me, Phillip."

"Tabitha! Calm down for a second!" He said, then to both of us, "I think Violet's with him."

"What?" Tabitha and I asked at the same time. I couldn't tell if her mouth had fallen open, but mine sure had.

"Jeezus, you two can screech," Phillip growled. "Anyway, her parents tried to call her this morning, to tell her Merry Christmas, but she didn't answer. So they called Holly. Apparently, Holly told them that Violet left last night. Holly woke up this morning and she was gone. Violet left her a note that said 'you deserve better', and that was it."

I cursed under my breath. Why wouldn't Trevor be with his family? Why the hell would Violet bail on Holly like that? Oh God, poor Holly. What the hell was going on?

"Phillip, I have to go. I need to call Holly and make sure she's okay."

"Uhm, I wouldn't do that," he said cautiously.

"Why not?"

He answered quietly, "Because Holly's pretty sure that Violet left to be with you."

Oh God. Did she know?

I swallowed. "What else did she say?"

"That she couldn't compete."

"Fuck," I whispered.

Phillip actually chuckled. "You know, Amy, you seem to have a real knack for getting people wrapped around your little finger."

That pissed me off. It wasn't like I'd done anything to Violet on purpose. Was it my fault she was such an amazing young woman? Was it my fault she was such an incredible friend? And to top it all off, was it my fucking fault that she was such a fantastic lay?

"It's not like that, Phillip," I growled in warning. "She's my friend. I care about her. I fucking love her, okay? I wouldn't hurt her, not for anything." By the time I finished, I was yelling.

"Okay, okay," Phillip said gently. "I get it, and I know you. You wouldn't hurt someone you cared about, not intentionally. It's just..." he trailed off.

"Just what?" I asked, still seething.

"Hold on," he told me, then to Tabby, I think, "I'll be right back."

I heard him walking through Tabitha's house, then step outside.

"Amy, I'll spell it out for you. There's something about you, something very...I don't know, special."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I yelled. I didn't whine. I swear, I didn't.

Okay. Maybe I did, a little.

"Would you let me finish?" he barked at me.

"Sorry," I said meekly.

Phillip sighed and continued. "When I first met you, I was happy as a clam with Mona. But I saw you. I noticed you, in a way I hadn't noticed anyone before. I wanted Mona, and right now, I want Tabby, but fucking hell Amy..." He sighed again, and I could almost picture him running his fingers back through his hair. "When I'm around you, you do something to me."

When he paused long enough that I didn't think he'd bite my head off again, I asked. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know," he snorted. "It's hard to explain. You're an awesome friend. But before I met you, aside from Mona, I didn't have any friends that were girls. Every time I saw you, I wanted you, but not you specifically."

I shook my head. "Phillip, you're not making any sense."

"I know, right?" he laughed, and I laughed a little too. "Did you know that you're not even my type? That I like my women taller?"

I really wasn't sure what to say to that, nor what point he was trying to get to.

"Don't get me wrong, Amy, you're fucking beautiful, but it doesn't make sense, how much I want you. I prefer blue eyes, and yours are brown. I like really long hair, and you keep yours pretty short. I like tan skin, and you're kinda fair. I actually prefer small breasts, and you're kind of stacked, compared to what I usually go for."

"Phillip, I don't understand."

"My point is that when I see you, I see sex. I think sex. I smell sex. And the weird part is that it has nothing to do with having sex. I start seeing every girl around me like I see you. I notice things I never have before, like the way Sarah prefers two bags instead of one when she makes herself tea, and it's like I'm filing it away, just in case I ever make her tea, because I want to please her. I notice how you always take off a shoe and a sock, then the other shoe and sock - which is fucking strange, by the way."

He still wasn't making any sense, but I couldn't help it. I laughed out loud.

"I file that away too, because who knows, one day, I might be at your apartment, and you might come home exhausted from a long day, and you might plop onto the couch and forget to take your shoes and socks off. But I'll be there, to do it for you, just the way you like, and I'll do it because I want you to be happy, just like I'd want Sarah to be happy with her tea, or Tabitha to be happy when I pin up her hair the way she always does. Amy, you're such a sweet person, so damn kind. You're funny, beautiful, sharp as a tack, and I adore you. You're one of the best girlfriends I've ever had." He stopped, took a deep breath, then let it out and said quietly, "I think you make me want to be a better man."

Maybe it was because I'd never received so many compliments in less than sixty seconds before, or maybe it was because so much was going wrong just then, or maybe both, but I almost cried. The truth was, I wasn't the great person he thought I was. I had hurt Violet, so much so that she bailed on her girlfriend, and I had hurt Trevor, enough that he had bailed on his family.

"Phillip..." I choked out.

"Amy, despite your need to keep those you love a little too close, you are an amazing girl, a wonderful friend, and I love you for it."

And that did it. I started bawling. But at least I did it silently.

Phillip continued. "Look, there really is something special about you. When I realized what being around you does to me, I started noticing what it does to everyone else. I realized that Violet and Sarah stand half an inch across a line from me, a line that separates loving a friend and being in love with a friend. God, Amy, it could have been so easy for me to fall for you. When you came to see me, all I had to do was let you kiss me. If I hadn't pushed you away, you would have owned me. I'd have thrown myself at your feet."

My tears were slowing down by then. I wasn't sure if what he was saying should make me feel good or bad. On the one hand, he was telling me what a great person I was - something I didn't see in myself much lately - but on the other, it sounded like he was saying I manipulated people.

When I'd gone to see him at his apartment, I'd gone as his friend to comfort him. I hadn't gone over there to kiss him, nor anything else like that. I'd been hurting, because I'd faced the fact that I had to let Trevor go. I had to let go of someone I loved. Phillip had had to do the same thing. He'd had to let go of Mona. We'd felt the same pain, and I'd recognized that. I had always liked Phillip, but our pain had brought us closer. And I liked him closer. I liked knowing that we shared something on a deeper level, liked the thought that our relationship could be stronger. At least, that's what I'd told myself.

Maybe there was something special about me, at least in his eyes, but he was also right in that there was something wrong with me. Like my hesitance with embracing my feelings for Trevor, I'm sure it had to do with my father leaving Mom and me. When I was a little girl, my father had been my world. I'd felt so loved by him, but then he'd left. How could he have possibly loved me if he could leave? I didn't want that to happen again. I was determined to keep those I loved close to me, but if my track record proved anything, I was going too far.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Oh, Amy, no," Phillip said gently. "No, you have nothing to be sorry about. I was wrong. I was wrong about Trevor. It isn't your fault that he fell for you. It isn't your fault that I almost fell for you either. It's just who you are. You're just that incredible. All of us love you; me, Sarah, Violet, Trevor, Tabby, Paula. Each of us let it take us in different directions, but the direction we took was our choice, not yours. You didn't manipulate us into loving you. We love you because you're you, not because you made us."

He was silent for a minute, I guess letting everything he'd told me sink in, and it was. Maybe I wasn't such a horrible person. Sure, once someone got close to me, I made it harder for them to leave, simply because I held nothing back, but I didn't lay traps to snare them to begin with. I guess that was something.

"What Violet and Holly are going through isn't your fault, Amy. I thought I was perfectly content with Mona. She was my friend, after all, and she was my lover. But after seeing you with Sarah for so long, I realized that I wanted more. I wanted what you had. That's one of the gifts you gave me. Even before Mona fell for someone else, I'd already begun to prepare myself, to accept that she wouldn't be around forever."

I wasn't sure where he was going. "How does that apply to Violet?" I asked meekly.

"Well, I think Violet has been seeing what she could have, and I think she knows it isn't with Holly."

"Why would you say that? I've never seen Violet happier than she's been with Holly."

"No, Amy. You've seen Violet happy with Holly and you," he clarified, then said, "Look, no offense to Holly, but she isn't head over heels for Violet, not like you and Sarah are for each other. Holly is a really sweet girl, but personally, I think she wants to be taken care of."

"What's wrong with that?" I asked. After all, there were times when I wanted the same thing, for Sarah to take care of me.

"Oh, nothing. There's nothing wrong with that at all, except that I'm pretty sure Violet is the one that needs to be taken care of. There's something about her that...I don't know. Don't take this the wrong way, but she seems damaged. I still love the girl. I mean, she's fantastically fucking crazy."

I laughed at that. Violet was definitely crazy, but in a good, fun way. If you didn't know Violet well, she came across as not having a care in the world about what people thought of her. She was untouchable, lived and loved freely, and she didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt about how she lived her life. But there had been plenty of moments when I had seen Violet as her true self, moments where she had let down her guard, where she had let herself be vulnerable with me, tender and loving.

After I'd come home from the hospital, Violet had titty-fucked me, blown me, and fucked the hell out of me. She'd been wild, crazy, and absolutely salacious, but at the end, she'd cried. She'd told me never to get myself hurt again, made me promise. She'd laid herself bare, shown me how much she loved me. I'd held her in my arms and let her cry, and I'd cried with her too, but until now, I hadn't realized what had really been going on. I'd been hurt, badly, and I had needed a lot of help getting around. I'd needed to be cared for. But in that moment, I'd been the one taking care of Violet.

Holy shit.

Phillip was right.

Violet really did need someone to take care of her, someone that could make her feel safe enough to just let go, and I'd been that someone for her.

"Do you see what I mean?" Phillip asked.

"Yeah, I do," I sighed.

"Well, I'm not Dr. Love, but..."

"Dr. Love?" I laughed.

"Hush," he playfully barked at me. "Honestly, as much as I like Holly, I don't think she's what Violet needs at this point in her life. Do you?"

"No," I admitted softly, then said, "I'm not what Trevor needs either."

"Exactly, Amy," he told me firmly, but not unkindly. "That's exactly it. There is absolutely nothing wrong with any of us loving you. What we do about it is what matters."

"Do you think they'll come back?" I asked, almost a whisper, and my voice still cracked. It hurt just thinking about them not being in my life.

"Trevor and Violet are just figuring things out. It may take them some time, but they'll do it, and when they do, you'll see them again. Maybe sooner," he said, then he chuckled. "Besides, it's kind of hard to stay away from you."

I snorted.

"We have a good thing going on, Amy, all of us. We've managed to find great friends in each other, and that came before anything else."

I frowned. "Technically, Violet and I started fucking before we were friends."

"You know what I mean," Phillip replied, laughing.

"Yeah."

"They'll be back."

I nodded, grasping at hope. "I know."

Both of us were quiet for a moment or two, then Phillip spoke first.

"Feeling better?" he asked, and I could hear the smile in his gentle tone.

"Yes," I smiled back, wiping tears off my cheeks.

"Good. Now, if you don't mind, I'm gonna go see if I can talk Tabby into fooling around before lunch."

I laughed, told him I loved him, and let him go have his fun. When I hung up, the phone felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, as though it now held the weight of my stress, and maybe it did, in a way.

The patio door opened and Sarah came out.

"You okay?" she asked gently.

I threw myself at her, hugged her tight, and whispered in her ea, "I'm good."

"You sure?"

I leaned back to look at her, but kept my arms around her waist, and then I kissed her. I poured everything I felt into that kiss, all my love for her, all my fear, all my worries. I gave her everything, leaving nothing out. I loved her desperately, needed her desperately, wanted her desperately. And I let her feel all of it.

It took a while to wind down that kiss, but when we did, Sarah cupped the back of my head and pushed my chin over her shoulder. She hugged me tight, the front of our bodies pressed together in a solid line from neck to knees, and it felt wonderful. It felt right.

"Merry Christmas, Amy Carter."

I smiled and squeezed her in my arms.

"Merry Christmas, Sarah Burke."

"Hmm," she murmured.

"What?" I asked, leaning back to look at her.

She smiled widely. "Sarah Carter would sound so much better."

I smiled back, gazed into her eyes, and gave her one more kiss before we went inside.

Chapter 79

It didn't take us long to tear into our presents. Aside from the usual bath and spa stuff, Mom and I gave each other the same thing; gift certificates to our favorite stores and promises to take each other shopping. Aunt Claire gave me and Sarah certificates for spa treatments. I gave Sarah some new lingerie, and an iPad that I'd saved up for. She looked up from her iPad only once, when I'd opened my gifts from her. The first was a brand new fluffy robe, which I loved and changed into right away. The second was a small heart-shaped locket on a short necklace, and inside was a tiny picture of us, cheeks pressed together. Paula had taken it during Tabitha's birthday party. The other side of the interior of the locket was inscribed, and I thought it was hilariously adorable.

"Saramy?" I'd asked.

"Amarah sounded weird," she shrugged, then grinned.

Mom and Aunt Claire got a look at it and thought it was pretty funny too, not to mention sweet. When they handed it back to me, I stood up and held it out to Sarah.

"Put it on me," I told her, turning around and holding up my hair.

Sarah stepped up behind me and clasped the necklace around my neck, then she turned me around and looked at the locket resting against my breastbone.

"You like it?" she asked.

I held her hands and kissed her. "I love it."

Two minutes later, Mom and Aunt Claire were sitting on the couch with Mom's laptop, putting together a list of outfits they might want to spend their gift certificates on. I was snuggled up to Sarah, both of us browsing naughty lingerie on her iPad. Sarah looked up, then at me.

"Is that your phone?" she asked.

Then I heard it.

I bolted from the couch and ran upstairs, grabbing my phone just before it went to voicemail.

"Hello?"

The voice on the line was soft, silky, and sultry. "Merry Christmas, my favorite crazy bitch in the whole wide world."

"Violet! Oh my God, where are you?"

"Holly's. Where else would I be?"

"You took off! You left her a note! Everyone's been freaking out!"

Violet actually sounded embarrassed. "Uhm, yeah, about that. I wrote the note on a series of cards, but her cat must have knocked all but the top card behind her nightstand. Holly only saw the card that said 'you deserve better'. She didn't see the other cards that said 'I got you a really good present' and 'but I returned it and got another' and also 'but it's not good enough', and well, you know the last one."




Strange Days Ch. 78-82



I exhaled with relief and sat down on the bed. Sarah poked her head into the room and raised an eyebrow.

"Hold on Violet," I said into the phone, then muted it and told Sarah what had happened. When she was done laughing, I got back on the phone. "Jeezus, Violet. Holly was crushed."

"Yeah, I know. I feel really bad about that. But you can blame it on her fucking cat," she spat at the end.

Sarah laid down on the bed behind me on her side, hand languidly stroking my side and hip.

I chuckled. "Not getting along with the furball?"

"No! That is one prissy little bitch of a feline, let me tell you."

I grinned. "So Holly's okay?"

"She's fine. I had to fuck her within an inch of my life, but yeah, she's fine."

I debated whether or not to broach a related subject, but found the courage to do so. "Philip talked to Holly. She was really mad at me."

Violet sighed. "Yeah, we had a really long talk about that. Wasn't exactly how I wanted to kick off her Christmas morning. Hence the makeup sex marathon."

My curiosity wouldn't leave well enough alone. "And?"

"I didn't deny it."

I swallowed. "Deny what?"

Violet chuckled. "How I feel about you, dummy."

I glanced at Sarah, who was listening to my side of the conversation with interest, then asked, "So, you still do, I guess?"

Violet lowered her voice. "Amy, I'll always feel this way about you. I'll be honest, if Sarah dumped you right this second, I'd drop everything and be with you. I'd snatch you up and never let you go."

I let that sink in. "I feel like I should apologize."

"Don't," she told me, and I could hear the smile in her voice. "One of these days, someone will come along that makes me fall for them. I won't love you any less, but I'll love them different enough that they'll be all I need."

It was a really sweet thing for her to say, and I loved her for it, but I felt like shit. "It's not Holly?"

Violet sighed. "No, its not Holly."

"And she knows?"

"She knows. We talked about it this morning. I'll tell you the same thing I told her. Maybe it could be her, one day. It just isn't today. You can't force these things to happen. You can't control who you fall in love with, and she understands that," she said softly, but then I heard the smile in her voice again. "The little pixie vowed to try though."

I smiled too. "I bet she did. She'd be an idiot not to."

Violet was quiet for a moment. "Thank you, Amy."

I didn't say anything. I just nodded to myself.

"Well, I better go. Holly's probably missing me already," she giggled.

"Oh, wait. Did you hear about Trevor?" I asked.

"No. What happened?" she asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"He, uhm, kind of walked in on Sarah and I, when we were...you know."

Violet gasped. "Oh my gawd." Then she whispered, "He saw you fucking?"

"Yeah. It didn't end well. I really hurt him, Violet."

She gasped again. "Holy shit. You fucked him in the ass, didn't you?"

I laughed out loud. "No!"

She laughed too, then asked, "Did he freak out when he saw your dong?"

I frowned. "No, actually. He was oddly...accepting. But he didn't have all of the information. He made assumptions, based on what he knew, and I can't blame him for that."

Violet snorted. "He assumed that you or Sarah would get tired of just pussy, didn't he?"

"Yeah."

"I knew it. Guys are such dolts. Well, he'll get over it."

I took a breath and let it out. "He took off, Violet."

"What do you mean, took off?"

"He left. He hasn't been home. He turned off his phone. Tabby was the last person he talked to, and it was just a text message. She asked where he was, and all he would say was 'away'."

"Hmm," Violet mumbled, and she didn't sound worried at all, which was surprising. "I'll track him down, find out what's going on."

"Violet, I don't think he's in a talkative mood right now."

She chuckled. "He'll talk to me. I'm one of the guys."

My eyebrows went up. "Wow. You guys really have gotten closer, haven't you?"

I could almost sense Violet nodding. "Yeah, we have. He's a great guy. Just a shame about the guy part, you know?"

I laughed.

"Now, if he was a chick with a dick, mmm, watch out."

I laughed harder.

"Don't worry, Amy. I'll find him, I'll talk to him, and if I have to, I'll bring him back home."

"He'd do that, let you bring him home?"

"I have my ways."

"That you do," I told her softly. "I love you, Violet."

She gushed. "Ohhh, I love you too, sweetie."

I hung up and set my phone on the nightstand, then turned at the waist to put my arm over Sarah and got her caught up on the conversation. She wasn't as surprised as I was that Violet was so confident in her ability to reason with Trevor and bring him home.

"Hmm," she murmured. "You know, I guess I should have expected that. She teased him a lot, and Violet only does that with people she cares about."

I had to admit, she had a point. Violet tended to tease Trevor rather ruthlessly. In particular, I remembered when she'd gone to take a shower in my apartment, knowing Trevor was already in there. She'd made him uncomfortable by flirting with him, and she'd done it through dinner too. Violet was only ever that playful if she really liked someone. In fact, she was playful enough with Trevor that Holly had actually been concerned that her girlfriend was far more interested in my boyfriend than Violet would admit. It wasn't unheard of for Violet to have guy friends though. Hell, she had almost the entire football team wrapped around her little finger back in high school.

At some point during my ruminations, Sarah slipped her hand into my robe and palmed my breast.

"What do you think you're doing, lady?" I gave her a smirk.

Sarah grinned and sat up beside me, then she pushed my robe open and opened her mouth, exhaling warm air over my exposed breast. My nipple puckered in an instant.

"Don't mind me," she purred, then she extended her long tongue and licked at the tight tip of my breast.

A little gasp escaped me and my cock hardened beneath the soft robe.

"Just keep thinking about whatever you were thinking about," she whispered, licking my nipple again and then giving it a soft little kiss.

"Kinda hard to do," I shuddered, my cock now tenting my robe.

"Yeah?" Sarah smirked, smoothing her hand down my belly and wrapping it around my swollen tip.

I nodded, breath ragged as she began to stroke the upper half of my cock. Pushing on my shoulder, Sarah laid me down on the bed and untied my robe, opening it fully. She straddled me then, her warm thighs encasing mine and her full breasts threatening to burst out of her small tight tank top. Still stroking me with her hand, Sarah leaned down and kissed me.

Her lips were so very soft, her tongue seeking entry into my mouth. I laid my hands on her hips and stroked them up her sides. When I tried to slip my hands under her shirt, she grabbed my wrists and pushed them above my head.

"Uh-uh. I'm driving," she shook her head.

She kissed me again and shifted her hips, pressing her warm panty-clad crotch against my shaft. Her tongue plunged into my mouth while she dry-humped me, but within minutes, I could feel her wetness soaking through her panties. Sarah began kissing down my chin and throat. "God, Sarah," I sighed.

She licked the side of my neck. "You taste so good, Amy."

I shivered from head to toe, my cock leaking pre onto my stomach. She stroked her crotch against my shaft for a while, nibbling my throat and kissing my shoulder. She shifted her hips and pressed the tip of my dick against her groin, pushing the soft silk of her panties into her amazing wet heat.

"Keep your hands up there," she told me.

I nodded and grabbed the wrought iron headboard. Sarah released my wrists and held herself up with one arm. She reached down between us and pulled the crotch of her panties aside, then she lowered her slick pussy onto my aching length.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, throwing my head back as inch after inch of my turgid shaft was gobbled up by her tight cunt. She got about half of me inside her before she lifted her hips, then plunged back down and took me to the root.

"God, I'll never get over how good you feel in me," she moaned, then she sat up above me. And the wet lips of her quim pressed against my groin.

"Sarah," I hissed, wanting so very much to grab her hips and grind my cock into her.

"Just lie still, baby," she purred, cupping both of her firm breasts in her hands.

Squeezing her tits and playing with her nipples, Sarah began to ride me slowly with shallow thrusts, keeping my cock deep in her body. Tossing her head, she whipped her long hair behind her and reached up to keep it out of her eyes, mauling her breast and nipple with her free hand. She was so very beautiful, chest heaving, abdomen rippling while her strong thighs raised and lowered her slippery sheath up and down my rod.

"Sarah, please," I begged, wanting to touch her so badly.

Shifting above me, Sarah got her feet under her and pushed, lifting her sucking pussy up my hard length, then she slammed right back down.

"Oh fuck, that's good," she groaned.

Her hips became a blur, pounding my cock in and out of her, taking every last inch of my achingly hard pole into her body. I threw my head back at the feel of her warm depths sucking and pulling. Her groin slapped loudly against mine, my thick cock squelching through her slippery cunt. My belly tightened and a climax built fast inside me.

"Gonna come," I groaned through my teeth.

Sarah smiled down at me. "Whenever you're ready, baby."

She rocked her hips up and down, impaling her hot pussy onto my dong over and over. My cock swelled and twitched inside her, and I couldn't just lie there anymore. I thrust my hips up to meet her, felt hot cum rush up my shaft. Sarah grabbed my tits, pinched my nipples, then crashed her body down against me with a guttural scream. I clenched her hips in my hands and ground up into her. My dick spewed molten cum against the end of her passage, burst after burst, over and over, until I forgot to breathe.

Suddenly, Sarah lifted off of me. My spurting cock slipped out of her tight cunt with a wet slurp. A thick rope of cum shot out of me and landed in a hot line up my chest and face. Sarah took my cock in her hand and leaned over me, sucking my crown into her mouth and taking the last of my climax down her throat.

"Holy shit," I groaned, a warm tingling spreading throughout my body as my orgasm faded.

Sarah just kept on sucking and slurping on my half-hard member. I managed to open my eyes and watch her lick up the drops of cream on my shaft that had escaped her mouth, her tongue bathing my length, then she slurped my crown between her lips and took every inch of my softening length right down her throat.

"Shhhhhit!" I hissed, throwing my head back again.

My cock was too sensitive for this, but her throat felt so good as she swallowed around me. I grabbed her head, dug my fingers into her hair, torn between pulling her off of me and keeping her there. Sarah's fingers clawed at my hips and she dragged my cock out of her throat, only to push it back in.

She fucked me with her mouth until I got hard again, shifting on the bed so that her ass was pointed at me. Her throat was so warm and tight, and so very wet. Maybe it was Freyja's gift, but I knew she wanted me to come again. I began to thrust my hips, fucking my achingly hard length in and out of her throat. My cock ballooned, jerked, and exploded. Sarah pressed her lips against my groin and I fired rope after rope of cum into her stomach, black spots dancing before my eyes.

When it was finally over, Sarah delicately extracted me from her mouth, then straddled me and grabbed the back of my neck, crushing her mouth to mine. She kissed me hard and deep, so possessively that it took my breath away.

"You're mine, Amy," she murmured against my mouth.

I blinked my eyes open. Sarah was looking deep into my eyes, like she was waiting for me to acknowledge her. I nodded. She smiled and cupped my cheek with her hand, then gave me a tender kiss.

"Come on, baby. Let's take a shower." She got up and took my hand, helping me out of bed.

I followed her to the bathroom in a daze, and when the shower was nice and hot, Sarah pulled me in behind her. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight against my front, my sated cock nestled into the crack of her soft butt.

"Yours, huh?" I asked.

Sarah giggled and laid her arms over mine around her waist.

Chapter 80

After a light breakfast, we piled into Aunt Claire's car and headed over to Sarah's house. Her parents welcomed us inside, and Penny surprised me with a warm hug that was only a tiny bit awkward. I guess she really meant it when she'd said she would try to accept her daughter's relationship with me.

"Hey, Amy," George smiled, giving me a hug.

I whispered in his ear. "I need to borrow you later."

When we drew away from each other, he frowned - wondering what I was up to, no doubt - then shook his head and grinned.

Mom and Aunt Claire got caught up with Sarah's parents, and Sarah and I went outside. It wasn't near as cold that day, so we were fine with just jeans and sweaters. My feet were warm in my sneakers, so I could only imagine that Sarah's were nice and toasty in her fur-lined boots. Rather than leading me to the bench swing, Sarah walked me over to the hammock in the far corner of her yard. She had me crawl in first and lay on my back, then she laid down beside me, draping her arm and leg over me.

"Mmm, this is nice," she murmured.

I smiled and turned my head to kiss her forehead. Sarah lifted her chin, offering me her mouth, and I accepted gladly. We lay there for a while, basking in the cool air and warm sun, kissing and petting each other. Sarah loved to brush her hands up and down my sides, just barely grazing the sides of my breasts. She knew it drove me crazy too.

"Stop teasing me," I warned her.

Sarah giggled and rubbed the front of her body against me.

"I'm serious," I pinched her ass, making her squeak. "I can't hide a boner in these jeans. They're too tight."

"Then don't pop one," she replied, kissing the corner of my mouth and smoothing her hand down my stomach and over my mound through my jeans.

I sighed at the feel of her hand pushing between my legs and rubbing up my cleft. "Are you trying to get me to fuck you out here?"

"Maybe." She nipped my earlobe and pressed her finger into my warm groin, soaking my panties. "Nobody can see us."

I glanced over at her house. She was right. None of the windows faced this part of the yard. That made me wonder.

"Sarah, how long have your parents had this hammock here?"

She was kissing my breast through my sweater and massaging the other one with her hand. "Years."

"Wait, have they had sex in this thing?"

Sarah chuckled against my nipple. "All the time."

"Ew!"

She laughed and stopped tormenting me, laying down on me again. We held each other for a while.

"Your heart is beating pretty fast, Amy."

I'd been hoping she wouldn't notice.

Sarah pushed up to look at me. "Is something wrong?"

I shook my head and smiled at her.

Sarah nodded and brushed a strand of dark hair out of her eyes. "I'm thinking about quitting the modeling thing."

My eyes went wide. "Really? Why?"

She shrugged. "I don't really need the money. I've socked away everything I've made from it, aside from the improvements we've done on the apartment. I don't much like doing it anyway."

That was news to me. "You don't? You seemed to enjoy it."

Sarah grinned and brushed her thumb down my neck, playing with me tenderly. "Well, it's a nice boost to my self-image, I'll admit, but I'm not a model. I'm an IT nerd. That's what I really enjoy." She gazed deep into my eyes for a moment. "Besides, it's a job that will accommodate certain things."

I frowned. "Like what?"

She smiled again. "Like maternity leave."

"I guess you've given more thought to Phillip being a donor?"

She nodded.

Teasingly, I asked, "Insemination or the old-fashioned way."

"Oh, insemination, definitely," she replied, then grinned. "With his dick."

I laughed, then realized she was serious. "You're not joking, are you?"

Sarah shook her head. "I don't want it to be that clinical. Besides, I like Phillip. He's a good guy, and I like the idea of having that kind of a connection to him. I'd prefer Trevor, but...well, you know."

"Yeah," I replied softly, then asked, "Do you really think Phillip would go for it?"

"Are you kidding? He'd fuck both of us if given half a chance."

I chuckled and smoothed my hand down her back, loving the way she felt in my arms. "True. What about Tabitha?"

Sarah frowned. "Are they really that serious already?"

"I think so," I shrugged.

"Hmm," she murmured and look away in thought. "Guess I'll have to talk to her about it."

Something occurred to me. "What kind of timeline are we talking about?"

Sarah gave me a level look. "No timelines. If it was just you and me, if we didn't require anyone else, then I'd prefer to just let it happen when it happens."

She was ready to put everything on hold? "What about school?"

"I can always go back and finish later."

That took me aback. "Wow. You've given this a lot of thought."

Sarah smiled and kissed me sweetly, then whispered against my mouth, "I stopped taking birth control months ago."

My eyes flew wide open.

She laughed and patted my stomach. "Not that it matters. You can't get me pregnant anyway."

"Well, no, but..." I began, and then it hit me. "Oh my God. Is that why you wouldn't have sex with Trevor?"

"That was part of it, sure," she nodded, sliding her hand over my hip and up my side. God, I loved the way she touched me. "But like I said, I just don't want that kind of relationship with him. And to be honest, it's because I don't think he could handle it."

"What do you mean?" I frowned.

Sarah shrugged. "Well, Trevor wants you to love him like you love me, like he loves you. In the absence of that, I think he'd look to me to make up for it. I can't though. I can't love him like I love you."

I gazed into her pretty brown eyes and cupped her cheek. "I can't believe you want to have a baby with me."

Sarah kissed me, soft, sweet and at length. With her lips against mine, she straddled me in the hammock and grabbed the top of it, rubbing her groin against my thigh, and mine against hers.

"I do," she breathed between kisses. "I want you...all of you...and everything."

I shuddered beneath her, from the feel of her body atop mine, of her kissing me, and from the love I felt for her. "God, Sarah."

She kissed me harder, pushing her tongue into my mouth. She whimpered with need. "Fuck, I want you, right here, right now."

She kissed me again, so I couldn't say anything. Not that I could have even thought of anything to say anyway. She was all over me, rubbing, kissing, grinding her thigh against my crotch. I shoved my hand down the back of her jeans, under her panties, and cupped her soft warm ass. Sarah groaned and pushed her hand under my sweater and bra, palming my breast and pinching my nipple between her fingers. My cock stirred inside me, trying to come out, and just as I was about to give in...

Penny shouted, "Amy? Sarah? Lunch is ready!"

"Shit! Your mom!" I hissed.

Sarah giggled and pinched my nipple, hard. It ripped a gasp right out of me. "I should rape you right here," she growled, biting my neck.

Holy shit.

My cock tried to push out of me but I focused my will and brought it to a halt. I grabbed a fistful of Sarah's hair and lifted her head, forcing her to look at me. "Just for that, I'm going to torture you all day, and I'm going to fuck you when you least expect it."

Sarah gave me a heated look. "Promise?"




Strange Days Ch. 78-82



I answered her with a hard kiss, then I shoved my hand between her legs and rubbed her twat through her jeans. Sarah squealed into my mouth and tried to get away from me, but I wrapped a leg around her and held her down, rubbing and stroking her cleft until I felt her damp heat through her jeans and she was pumping her hips in time with my hand.

"Oh God," she groaned into my ear. "Gonna come."

"No coming," I told her, and immediately stopped rubbing her.

Sarah gave me a wide-eyed look. "Oh, you bitch!"

I laughed and rolled, spilling both of us out of the hammock. I took off for the house and Sarah ran after me, cursing me for leaving her hanging. She chased me into the mudroom on the side of the house and slammed the door shut behind her.

The washer and drying were both running, and the interior door was closed.

Perfect.

When she grabbed for me, I snatched up her wrist and spun her around, pulling her arm up her back and shoving her against the wall.

Sarah grunted and I pushed my front against her back, then reached around with my other hand, ripped open the button fly of her jeans and shoved my hand down her pants. My fingers slid between her legs and into her soaking wet folds.

"Oh fuck!" she hissed, and when I pushed two fingers into her slick heat, she moaned out loud. "Amy!"

"I told you," I purred beside her ear, mashing my breasts against her back and curling my fingers inside her. I couldn't reach that spot on the roof of her pussy like this, but she writhed against the wall nonetheless. "I'm going to torture you all day."

Her arousal trickled down my fingers. She was so fucking hot and wet.

"This is my pussy, Sarah," I growled, fucking her with my fingers. "You belong to me, and I'll have you when I want, and how I want."

Sarah pressed her forehead against the wall and shoved her cunt down onto my probing digits. "Oh God, baby."

"Do you want to come?" I asked, pushing my fingers further inside her.

"Yes," she hissed, arching her back.

I released her arm and she reached it up behind me to grab the back of my head. "Say please."

"Please," she whimpered.

I mauled her breasts with my other hand. Her nipples were so fucking hard.

"Amy, please," she cried softly.

"Mistress," I breathed into her ear.

"W-what?"

I curled my fingers inside her and she cried out. She was so very close. "Say 'please, Mistress'."

"Please, Mistress," she gushed, fisting her hand into my hair. "Oh God, please!"

I pushed my fingers as deep into her tight cunt as I could, then said firmly. "Come."

"Uhhn!"

She went off like a rocket, her entire body seizing, sopping wet pussy clenching down on my fingers. I fingered her through her climax and bit down hard on her neck, then kissed the hurt away. When she finally came down, I gently pulled my fingers out of her and turned her around. Sarah leaned her shoulders and head back against the wall, staring at me with wide eyes glazed from her orgasm.

I pushed my fingers into my mouth and sucked them clean. Sarah shook her head at me, like she was seeing me for the first time.

"Yummy," I said chipperly.

Then I grabbed her hand and dragged her inside.

"I can't believe you did that," she whispered fiercely, trying to fix her hair with one hand as we walked into the kitchen.

"Ready for lunch?" Penny asked while Mom and Aunt Claire helped her set the table.

Both of us nodded. I saw George coming from the living room and caught his eye, jerking my gaze to the side, towards his study. He nodded once and went that way.

"Be right back," I told Sarah.

She gave me a quizzical look and nodded. I found George waiting for me in his office, an expectant look on his face, and a few minutes later, he hugged me, kissed the side of my head, and we joined everyone in the kitchen.

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. I teased Sarah every chance I got, quick but firm gropes of her body when nobody was looking. I even caught her coming out of the bathroom before dinner, shoving her back in, bending her over the sink counter and fingering her to another good come while our mothers were on the other side of the bathroom wall in her mom's room. After that, Sarah was rather docile, almost obedient. I have to admit, I liked it a lot. I was going to have to explore this newly discovered side of my girlfriend.

Penny, George and Sarah exchanged gifts while all of us sipped our hot apple ciders. I caught George staring at Sarah and I fondly several times, and every time, he'd smile and look away. Penny wanted to try on the new sweater and skirt that Sarah had given her, so they went to her mom's room. George refreshed my cup of cider and I took it with me out to the front porch to look at the houses lit up beautifully with multi-colored lights. I made my rounds of calls to all of my friends, including Darren, Rose and Ginger, wishing them a merry Christmas.

Despite having a rough start, it was a great day, one of the best Christmas's I'd ever had. I guess it only made sense that something had to go wrong.

I was lounging in a thick cushioned wicker chair on the front porch when the feeling came over me. I shivered from head to toe, feeling eyes on me, someone watching. It was worse than before, even worse than what I'd felt in the car on the way home from Phillip's apartment. For an instant, I considered going back inside, but then a surge of adrenaline hit me.

I wanted them to show themselves so that I could finally confront them. What I'd do, I had no idea, but I was tired of this game, tired of feeling so small in a world that Helena hinted was much larger than I'd ever known. Sarah had given me a statue of Freyja for my eighteenth birthday, a statue that had turned out to be imbued with magic. Real, honest to God magic. It wasn't just magic that gave me a penis. It was magic that granted my wish, that fulfilled a longing I'd never known that I'd had. I'd wanted Sarah far more than I'd realized, and I'd wanted her completely. Emotionally, I'd always known how strongly I felt for Sarah, at least for the most part, but physically, I hadn't realized that I'd wanted her the same way I'd wanted Trevor until the statue came along.

Our lives had changed dramatically. I was deeply in love with my best friend. I wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. I wanted to go to bed with her every night, wake up to her every morning, get pissy when she made the coffee too weak, celebrate with her when she accomplished something amazing at her 'real job'. I wanted a house of our own. I wanted to fight and bicker over pointless little things, wanted to love her and cherish her. I even wanted children with her, and how we made that happen didn't make a lick of difference to me.

But life wasn't that simple. Freyja's gift had exposed me to another world out there. Helena was far more than a simple shopkeeper. I didn't know what, exactly, but I was beginning to think she was some kind of oracle. I'd read all I could find on Norse mythology, studied the goddess Freyja in and out, up and down. I'd stumbled across stories of the Black Dog, from England to Scotland and Wales, and I was fairly certain the man in black was like Helena, something more than he seemed. Who else was more than they seemed? How many people had I come across during my life were part of that other world?

Another tremor ripped through me. My fear became a cold fist around my pounding heart. I could barely catch my breath and my insides were quaking with need, soaking my panties. I had never been so aroused, felt so desired and so very feminine in such a primal way, and I fucking hated it.

Someone or something had taken notice of me. Whoever or whatever was watching me, they wanted me. I could feel it, far more acutely than ever before. I felt their craving for my flesh, their desire to possess me in every way. It was terrifying, entirely unnatural to be so afraid and so aroused at the same time, like my body wasn't my own, and I was sick of it.

I shot up out of the chair and stormed down the steps into the front yard. Just as I was about to scream out into the night for my stalker to show themselves, I saw it. A black or dark blue car, very exotic and very much out of place in that middle-class neighborhood, parked a few houses down. The moment my gaze locked onto it, I just knew that I was being watched from that car.

Anger flared inside me, hot and all consuming. I balled my fists and approached the car with purposeful strides. Every step closer tightened things low inside me, made me hotter, wetter, until my legs shook and the sensation of my thighs rubbing together was almost too much to bear.

I stepped into the street and my skin grew hot, so much so that I swore my clothing would catch fire. Whoever or whatever was in that car was happy that I was coming to them. I knew it.

In the middle of the street, need exploded inside me so powerfully that it took my breath away and ripped a plaintive moan out of my chest. My right knee buckled but I managed to fall into a half-crouch, my hand on the street the only thing keeping me from falling face-first onto the pavement.

I tried to stand. My insides quaked and clenched so hard that I moaned loudly, heard my wordless plea echoing off the houses, and I fell onto my side. The very fiber of my being felt on the verge of climax, and it curled my body up on the rough pavement. My nipples were chafing under my bra. My panties were tormenting me, rubbing against my soaked cleft deliciously but providing no relief. The urge to rip my clothes off came over me.

I tried to move my arms. If I could touch myself, just a little, just one quick brush of my finger, I could find relief. But I couldn't move. Another spasm ripped through me and I balled myself up even tighter, fingernails cutting into my palms.

Then I heard the car door open.

Oh no.

"No," I whimpered, trying to move, to get up, to roll away, anything.

I forced my eyes open. From the corner of my vision, I saw a brown shoe touch the road, then another. They were getting out of the car, just a few feet away, and coming towards me.

Get up! Scream!

I couldn't move. I couldn't even open my mouth, my jaw was clenched so tightly. I couldn't hear over the sound of my blood roaring in my ears.

They kept coming, moving behind me.

I was so overwhelmed with want that it hurt, and I needed so desperately to come, to be filled, to be brought screaming so that the agony would just go away.

"Easy," they whispered.

It was a man, and the voice was masked under the whisper, but it sounded familiar.

Fingers touched my shoulder through my sweater, and just like that, the aching need was gone. My body uncoiled somewhat, but I still couldn't move. I was just so very tired and my body was liquid, just like how I felt right after an amazing climax.

He spoke under his breath. "There. That's better."

The mere sound of his voice was doing things to me, leaving me languid, pliable, waiting for him, waiting for anything he wanted. It wasn't that I wanted to serve him, but I felt his maddening need through the tips of his fingers on my shoulder, heard his incredible desire for me in the slight shudder of his whispering voice.

I was the only one that could help him, the only one that could save him. His aching need was mine, and it was tearing me apart. I wanted to sate his hunger, to drive away the horrific need that threatened his sanity. I wanted him with me, surrounding me, inside me, part of me.

I sensed him moving, maybe crouching, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body behind me. His fingertips left my shoulder, then touched my cheek.

I came explosively, without any warning at all, soaking my underwear and jeans, climaxing so powerfully that I couldn't even scream.

I don't know how long it lasted, but his soft voice brought me back to the here and now.

"He was right," he whispered reverently. "You're of our blood, touched by us."

Distantly, I heard someone calling my name.

"Fuck," he hissed, then I felt his warmth breath against my ear. "We'll see you soon, Amy."

I came again, nowhere near as agonizingly strong as before, but still more than enough to take my breath away.

"Hey!" Sarah shouted frantically. "Get away from her!"

The car door slammed shut, the engine roared and the tires screamed on the pavement. Then Sarah was there, picking me up and holding me in her lap in the middle of the street, her sweet voice so soft but so full of fright.

"Amy, are you okay? Amy, please. Talk to me."

I tried to tell her I was okay, but I still couldn't find my voice. My hand was on her thigh and I managed to give it a squeeze.

"Was it Todd?" she asked.

Fuck. There went my hope that Sarah had seen who it was.

I shook my head.

She kissed my hair and held me for a while. Gradually, my wits returned and my body cooled, becoming mine again.

I heard a car coming from a ways off.

"Honey, we need to move," she told me.

I nodded and she helped me up to my feet and off the road. She walked me up her driveway, and with every step I took, I felt better.

"I'm okay," I told her. "Just need to sit down for a bit."

Sarah sat me down in one of the wicker chairs.

"I'm getting your mom," she said.

"No!" I grabbed her hand and stopped her. Sarah gave me an incredulous look. "No, I'm fine."

"Bullshit." She kneeled in front of my chair and held both of my hands. "Amy, you were curled up in the middle of the street, crying. What the hell happened? Who was that, and what did he do to you?"

"I don't know," I replied. "But Mom can't help with this, and I don't want to freak her out."

She shook her head helplessly, voice rising. "Freak her out how? What's going on? Please, talk to me!"

I wanted to tell her, and I was going to, but I needed to talk to someone first.

"I need to talk to Helena."

Chapter 81

I really hadn't expected Helena to be at her shop on Christmas, especially not at night, but she answered her phone after the first ring.

"Hi, Amy," her warm gentle voice greeted me. "Meet me at Olson Park. I'll be waiting."

My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water for a moment. "How did you...?"

"You still know where the park is?" she asked.

Of course, I knew. I used to...

"You kids used to play there, remember?"

Again, speechless.

"Yes," I replied breathlessly.

"See you soon, sweetie."

The line went dead. Sarah wasn't happy about me not spilling my guts right away, and particularly unhappy that I lied to our families about where we were going - I told them we were hopping over to Paula's to say hi to her folks. Mom let me take her SUV. I told Sarah about what had been happening to me, that I was being watched, and what Helena had told me.

Ten minutes later, we were walking into Olson Park. I was holding Sarah's hand.

"I'm really sorry about this," I said quietly.

"Sorry about what, exactly?" Her tone was somewhat flat, and clipped. She was definitely upset, having figured out that I'd been keeping something from her.

"About not telling you what was going on in the first place." She didn't say anything, so I added, "It's just, well, after everything that happened with Paula and Todd, I didn't want to heap anything else onto your shoulders."

Sarah stopped and yanked on my arm, pulling me to her and grabbing my shoulders. She gave me a stern look. "You mean everything to me. Nothing is trivial, and nothing is too heavy for me. Do you understand?"

I nodded quickly, feeling somewhat ashamed.

"Good." Sarah kissed me, then took my hand again.

We found Helena sitting on a bench. She looked the same as she always had, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back. She wore a nearly pure-white toga and strappy sandals. She must have been freezing. Sarah and I were wearing our sweaters and it was still pretty nippy out. But as we got closer, Helena wasn't shivering at all. She stood up from the bench at our approach, fingers, wrists, arms and ankles glittering with silver.

Just seeing her there made me feel worlds better.

"Hi, sweetie." She smiled warmly and took my hands, giving me a kiss on my cheek. I felt warmer, welcome, and safe, and my skin tingled where her lips had been. Helena took Sarah's hands and kissed her cheek too. "Good to see you again, Sarah."

Sarah smiled.

Helena regarded me, much as my mother would when she expected me to lie. "How are you holding up, Amy?"

I narrowed my gaze suspiciously. "You know what happened, don't you?"

She shook her head. "No, but I sensed your urgency just before you called."

"Do you live out here?" Sarah asked.

Helena smiled. "I do. My husband tends to get cranky when I stay in the loft over my store for an extended period."

I glanced at the multitude of silver rings adorning her fingers. "I guess one of those is a wedding band."

Helena chuckled and raised her hand, pinching one of the rings between two fingers of her other hand. It was a Celtic knot design, multiple rings intertwining with each other.

"Would you like to sit down?" she asked, gesturing at the bench.

I shook my head. "Not really."

"Very well." She took a seat and looked up at me. Sarah chose to sit down on the bench, leaving some space between them. "Tell me what happened."

"I caught him," I told her, and inexplicably, at the mere memory of seeing the car and knowing my watcher was there, my insides grew warm and damp. I didn't like that.

Helena gave me a level look. "Your watcher."

I nodded.

"Who is he?" she asked.

"I don't know. I didn't even get a look at him."

"Did he speak to you?"

I nodded, recalling his voice, the vague familiarity of it. My nipples tightened and my insides clenched. I shifted on my feet, trying to relieve the pressure I was feeling between my legs.

"Tell me everything he told you."

I shrugged. "He really didn't say much. He said he was right, that I was of their blood, touched by them."

Helena frowned.

"What did he mean?" Sarah asked.

Helena glanced at her. "He senses that Amy is carrying a spark of divine power. What he wants with her, I really don't know." Helena looked at me and shrugged helplessly. "But I can tell you this; whoever he is, he's wrong. You aren't one of his descendants, nor are you related to anyone else like him."

I was with Helena so far, but I wanted a real answer to a question she had evaded the last time I spoke with her. "What is he, exactly?"

She took a deep breath, then let it out as a sigh of resignation. "He's a god, Amy."

My eyebrows went up. "A god?"

"Are you fucking kidding?" Sarah asked.

Helena chuckled at that. "No, I'm afraid not. Most of the gods and goddesses in literature were quite real. They weren't as numerous as various societal records would suggest, however."

Having been doing my own reading, I was pretty sure I knew what she meant. "You mean how Greeks and Romans shared some of the same gods."

"Exactly," she nodded. "Though names may not have been the same, if their divine purpose was the same, even remotely, there was very likely only one deity. For example, Freyja is the Norse goddess of love, beauty, and fertility, as well as sorcery and war, among other things. Of the former divine aspects, she shared them with the Greek goddesses Aphrodite and Artemis. Her name was different among the cultures, and her appearance, but it was all the same deity. Freyja is simply the name she prefers."

Sarah nodded. Me, I just stared at Helena.

"Is," I said softly.

Helena cocked her head. "I'm sorry?"

Sarah glanced at me, and her eyes widened.

"You said 'is', not 'was'," I replied.

Helena smiled. "I suppose I did."

"She really is real, isn't she?"

Helena nodded.

"Did she choose me?"




Strange Days Ch. 83-86



Well, this is it, the last segment of Strange Days. A huge, huge, huge thank you to Blind_Justice for all of his help, and to everyone else, for your encouraging words and messages. The end of a story rarely satisfies every reader, but this one, I'm happy with. With luck, you will be too. It has been an amazing journey, and I look forward to the next one.

-redskyes

Chapter 83

Things settled down dramatically after Christmas, disappointingly so, in fact. By the time February rolled around, I hadn't seen Todd again, nor had I talked to him. I won't go into the dirty details, but his sentencing was light, and believe it or not, I was actually rather grateful. Turned out that Todd's suspicions were well-founded. Helena confirmed that someone had put the whammy on the party at the frat house. There was no way to prove it in a court of law, of course, but Todd's lawyer managed to scrounge up half a dozen attendees of the party and got them to testify that they had partaken in certain 'carnal activities' that they otherwise never would have. It cast enough doubt that Todd was sentenced to only one year in prison, but I use the term 'prison' lightly. His father managed to get him into a white-collar joint.

I also hadn't been whammied since Christmas. I even talked to Detective Willis and asked about the workload. He told me that whoever had been doping people in the night clubs seemed to have given up. They were still working the existing cases, but hadn't opened any new ones since Christmas. Those very cases worked in Todd's favor too. All of the women had been dosed with Ecstasy too, although Willis said it was a derivative or something, not the usual stuff.

The week after Christmas, I finally got an update on Trevor, from Violet. She'd told me he was fine. Not in a good place, but fine. Turned out that he'd driven back to his campus. She ended up staying with him up to the last minute before she had to come back for classes. I still felt terrible, and I wanted to talk to him, desperately, but Violet insisted that I give him space. Trevor would call me when he was ready. She told me that he really wasn't mad at me, but he needed time to cool off. It was hard to accept, but I did. Besides, Violet talked to him almost every day, and she was driving out to Princeton to be with him nearly every other weekend. If anything was terribly wrong, she would know.

Speaking of Violet, she and Holly were still together, but I'd noticed a big change in their relationship. Holly was much more reserved these days, and their behavior was a lot more casual. I think she was beginning to adjust to the fact that Violet wasn't head-over-heels in love with her. Violet was spending more time at our apartment too, making use of the guest room. At first, I'd worried that she and Holly were splitting up, but I found out that Holly had gotten a new job with more hours, so she wasn't home very often, and Violet still hated to sleep alone in an empty apartment.

Phillip and Tabitha were doing great. The happy couple spent a lot of time hanging out with me and Sarah. With Violet being over a lot too, our apartment was bustling again, like in the old days.

That particular day, I wasn't booked for any shoots, and my classes were early in the morning, so when I got back to the apartment, I had plenty of time to clean the place up. Phillip was coming over that afternoon, and Tabitha would be joining us later for dinner. Sarah's last class of the day was a couple hours after mine. She breezed in while I was cleaning up the kitchen.

"Hey, baby," she called out, dropping her bag next to the couch, then she glanced around at the apartment. "Oh wow. You got a big head start."

I shrugged.

Sarah looked at the TV. "Watching the news?"

"Might as well." I'd been keeping up with the news almost every day, and I had good reason.

She gave me a saucy grin and came over to me, swaying her hips. "You know, it would be more fun if you had music on."

"Yeah?" I arched an eyebrow.

Sarah nodded and pressed her body against me, lacing her fingers together behind my neck. "You could dance around while you cleaned in your underwear."

"My underwear?" I grinned back.

She nodded again and kissed me. I set down the sponge I was using to wipe down the counter and wrapped my arms around her waist. Sarah pressed herself closer and took a deep breath through her nose. God, I never tired of how amazing she felt, soft yet firmly muscled. I slanted my mouth over hers, deepening the kiss and cupping her tight butt in both hands. Sarah moaned softly, her hands pushing my shirt up, cupping my breasts, catching my nipples between her thumbs and fingers.

I ate at her mouth and couldn't get enough of her. I writhed against her and couldn't get close enough to her. Sarah lightly pinched my nipples, making me gasp into her mouth, and I shoved my hands into her pants, pushing them down her hips. Sarah slid one leg out, but the other got stuck. She kind of hopped on one leg while I tried to pull her pants off, and we both started laughing, but neither of us stopped stripping the other.

Our clothes came off in a frenzy, Sarah's first, so that she stood gloriously naked in our kitchen. Her cheeks and neck were flushed with heat, breasts swollen and nipples tight. God, she was just so gorgeous. I grabbed the nape of her neck and jerked her towards me, kissing her, tasting her, owning her. I could have kissed her forever, but Sarah had other plans. Palming my breasts, she pushed me back and knelt before me, dragging my shorts down along the way. My half-hard length flopped out of my shorts, and before they had cleared my ankles, Sarah closed her mouth over my tip. I hissed at the feel of her warm tongue lashing against the underside of my crown, where I was most sensitive, of her lips sliding down my length, inch after inch. With my shorts off, Sarah wrapped both hands around my shaft and worked her mouth over my swelling tip, licking and sucking, kissing and slurping, moaning softly all the while. She took me out of her mouth and licked along the side of my shaft down to the root, then back up the underside, then down again along the other side, and with my length plenty wet, she took me back into her mouth and began twisting both hands up and down my cock.

My hands fisted into her hair and I groaned out loud, fully erect and throbbing in her hands. Sarah pulled down on my shaft and looked up at me through her lashes, her big brown eyes shimmering, sultry yet sweet. Her hair was pulled back in a loose braid, masking none of her lean neck, her delicately sculpted face. I loosened one hand from her hair to cup her cheek, loving that I was inside her at all, but there was somewhere else I wanted to be.

Gently, but insistently, I pulled out of her mouth, her lips giving my swollen tip a wet kiss. Grabbing the nape of her neck again, I knelt in front of her and crushed my mouth to hers, pushed her back and hooked my arm behind her knee. I kissed her on the way down, lifting her leg, found her wet center and pushed inside.

Oh, holy fuck, she felt good, so tight and wet, like the first time, the very first time. I slid into her with ease, inch after long hard inch, pushing deep inside. Sarah moaned loudly into my mouth. I hooked my arm behind her other leg and lifted, getting a better angle, and when I was fully sheathed inside her, I flexed my abdomen, making my cock jump inside her, making her whimper. She fit me like a glove, so damn hot, one hand on the back of my neck and an arm around my waist, hand on my ass, pulling me tight against her, deep inside her.

I drew my hips back, pulled my achingly hard cock out of her tight sleeve, and pushed back in. Oh God, I could do this forever, and I wanted to. I pumped in and out of her, slow but deep, forcing my way in, forcing her body to accept me even though she was more than wet enough for it. Every thrust made me throb, swell, want her even more. She tightened around me, or I was getting bigger.

I whispered against her mouth, breathed, really, telling her how much I loved her, loved her body, wanted her and needed her. My cock was so fucking hard, absolutely unyielding, forcing her insides to mold around me. I could feel that pressure building low in my body, a delicious burn rising up through the center of my dick and making me just a little harder, just a little longer, just a little thicker. I could feel the end of me gently nudging her cervix, and knowing I was that deep in her body almost made me come.

"Please, baby," Sarah whimpered, holding tight to the back of my neck and pressing her forehead to mine, her breath hot and fast. "Please, come for me."

"God, Sarah."

And I felt it, her warm wet walls fluttering, squeezing, rippling down my turgid shaft, pulling me in. I throbbed so hard that I felt a twinge of pain at the root of my cock. I fucked her harder, faster, that pressure inside me building, growing, too large for my body, too large to contain. Sarah dug her nails into my neck and ass and she seized beneath me, lifting her pelvis and letting just a little more of me inside her. My cockhead pressed against the door to her womb and it hit me.

Every muscle in my body locked, my spine bowed and my pelvis thrust as firmly between Sarah's legs as possible. My breath left my lungs in a single rush, and I couldn't breathe back in. The pressure inside me snapped, exploded up through my shaft, burst out of my tip and spilled into her body, and Sarah came again, her climaxing cunt pulling and sucking the cum right out of me. It felt so good that I couldn't stop thrusting even though our groins were pressed tight together. It felt so good that I couldn't stop coming. It felt so fucking good that it hurt.

I don't know how long it lasted, but my body went lax and I barely braced my hand on the kitchen floor to keep from falling onto Sarah. She was shaking beneath me, her hands gently petting my sweaty skin, her lower lip trembling.

"Holy shit," she breathed, gazing deep into my eyes.

If the slick wetness I was feeling where we were joined was any indication, I was going to have to mop the floor again.

I kissed her softly. "How was your day?"

Sarah laughed and pulled me down to her, hugging me. We kissed and cuddled for a while, and I don't think either of us cared how uncomfortable the kitchen floor was. I know I didn't.

The intercom buzzer blared through the apartment.

"Shit," I grumbled into Sarah's neck.

She chuckled and patted my butt. "I'll get it."

I was only half-hard by that point, but still long and thick, and the feel of my cock sliding out of her tight body sent a renewing shudder through my limbs. She felt so good that I damn near pushed back in. Instead, I got up onto shaky legs and grabbed my shorts, pulling them on.

"I wonder who it is," I said, pulling my shirt back on, while Sarah grabbed her clothes and ran for the intercom, beautifully naked and her thighs thoroughly soaked. "Phillip shouldn't be here for another hour or so."

Sarah shrugged and punched the intercom. "Hello?"

"Delivery for Amy Carter," a guy said.

Sarah glanced at me over her shoulder and I flicked my hand in a go-away gesture. She grinned and pushed the button again. "Can you leave it at the door?"

"Sorry. Need someone to sign for this," he replied.

"Fine. Be right there," Sarah said, then she dashed away to throw on flannel pants and a thermal shirt and slippers. "Be right back, sweetie," she told me.

I was getting ready to mop the floor for the second time - yeah, it definitely needed it - when Sarah came back up in the elevator. She was carrying a big wicker basket wrapped in plastic, and it looked heavy.

"Who is that from?" I asked as she set it down on the dining room table.

"Jean Pierre," she grinned.

She handed me the card, and the only things on it were a row of X's and his name beneath it. I smiled and tore into the basket. It was full of an assortment of fancy crackers, cheeses and sausages, and right in the middle of it was a big bottle of red wine.

"That was really sweet of him," Sarah said, checking out one of the tubes of sausage, turning it over in her hands.

I had to tease her. "You know, if you want more sausage, you only have to ask."

Sarah made a face, then reached across the table and gave my arm a solid smack with the tube of meat.

"Hey! Watch it!" I shook my finger at her. "I'll smack you with the real thing!"

"Bring it!" She grinned, shaking her chest at me. She blew me a kiss and went to the kitchen, carrying the sausage with her. "I'll grab plates and stuff. We can snack on this when Phillip gets here."

I almost made another sausage pun. Almost.

After setting up snacks, Sarah and I took a quick shower. Well, quick is a relative term, at least when it comes to taking showers with her. I'm never able to get through one without touching her in at least some small way, and that always leads to bigger and better ways of touching. That doesn't necessarily mean sex though. After she'd rinsed her hair, I'd hugged her from behind, pressing my front against her back in a solid line from head to foot, losing myself in the feel of her against me. Sarah had reached up to hold the back of my head and then turned at the waist, pulling me down for a soft, sweet and very lingering kiss.

When she drew back to look at me, when she smiled so sweetly, so lovingly, I very nearly asked her right then and there...

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Phillip arrived a little early, so we put him to work cleaning up the apartment. There wasn't much left to do, so when we were finished, we had a few hours to kill before Tabitha arrived for dinner.

"Where's Violet?" he asked as the three of us circled the dinner table, fixing ourselves plates of snacks.

"It's Friday, so probably on her way to see Trevor," I told him.

I felt Phillip looking at me, and when I glanced at him, he raised an eyebrow and said, "They're spending an awful lot of time together."

I chuckled, but Sarah laughed out loud.

Phillip frowned. "What's so funny?"

Sarah patted his shoulder on her way by him. "Sweetie, Violet's gay."

"Bullshit," he muttered. I cocked an eyebrow at him and he added, "I've seen the way she looks at Trevor."

"How?" I asked.

"Like she does," he jerked his chin at Sarah.

Sarah's eyes widened a fraction, flicking back and forth from me to Phillip. She never had been truly comfortable with her feelings for Trevor. It still bothered her, how much she cared about him when she was in love with me.

"Well, trust me, she's gay," I told him.

He shrugged. "If you say so, but I'll stick with my 'bi' theory."

We made our way to the living area and sat down on the couch, with Sarah between Phillip and me. Sarah told him, "Here's the deal with Violet. Back in high school, she wasn't ready to come out of the closet. She was pretty chummy with most of the guys on the football team. Supposedly, they concocted stories about her, like that she'd reward their touchdowns with blowjobs and stuff."

Phillip balked. "Are you serious?"

Sarah nodded. "The whole school knew about it."

"But she didn't actually do those things?" he asked.

Sarah shook her head, and I said, "We think she just got tired of guys hitting on her. It certainly worked. She had this whole football-whore image going at school."

"That's awful," he frowned.

Sarah disagreed. "No, it was brilliant. In fact, it worked a little too well. I always though Violet was too comfortable with the rumors about her. It was like she knew they were false. Besides, I have it on good authority that they are false."

"Who's the authority?" he asked.

Sarah smiled, pressed her lips together, and mimed zipping them. Phillip bounced his eyebrows in that 'whatever' gesture, then took a sip from his glass of wine. The gift basket from Jean Pierre was amazing. We sat around snacking and talking, catching up on news and gossip. As for the wine, it was fantastic. Before we knew it, we'd all but polished off the whole bottle. The only reason we noticed was because Sarah had grabbed it to refill her glass, and there was only little bit left at the bottom.

"Holy crap. We drank the whole thing."

I frowned. "Is that why everything Phillip says seems funny?"

"Hey! My humor doesn't need alcoholic enhancement!"

Sarah bounced her eyebrows at me. "No, but I think it's why I'm horny right now."

I had certain parts of me hidden, since Phillip was over, but when I saw the heated look in her brown eyes, my belly tightened uncomfortably. Phillip cracked a joke, about sex, I think, maybe offering himself to Sarah for use. I'm not sure. I missed most of it. I was staring at Sarah, watching her laugh, her boobs shaking under her thermal shirt. For some reason, I really hated that shirt right then. I wanted it off of her.

My frown shifted to Phillip. He was making her laugh again, and she had her hand on his thigh, leaning into him while she laughed. When he made her laugh even harder, she kind of rolled into him and buried her face in his chest, her whole body shaking.

I didn't like it. I didn't like the way she was touching him, the familiarity of it. I didn't like the way he had his arm around her shoulders in a half-hug, the way his hand was stroking her back.

I didn't fucking like him.

I was angry. So unbelievably goddamn angry that my hands were curled into fists, itching to connect with Phillip's skull. My nails were digging into my palms, then cutting, and the pain brought a little clarity with it.

God, what was wrong with me?

Sarah finally drew away from Phillip, flopping back against the couch with a sigh and closing her eyes.

Phillip rubbed his hand down his face and widened his eyes, as though trying to wake up. "Fuck, I think I'm wasted." He shook his head, slowly, eyes drifting shut. "Christ, I haven't been this wasted since the frat..."

And he was out, his head drooping over against Sarah's. That's when I saw that she was out too. It took about two seconds after that to realize that I'd felt this way before, so angry, so pissed off, so fucking enraged.

"Like the wine?" came the whisper in my ear.

I jumped up from the couch with a scream, because it was that voice.

He was as attractive as I remembered, lips full and smile wide, chiseled features, bright eyes, blue-black eyebrows and long silken hair that tumbled down his back as he pulled off a baseball cap and tossed it aside. His tight jeans looked painted on, and a lot of pale but leanly muscled body was on display, since he wore no shirt, shoes, or socks.

Lucas?

Chapter 84

He was standing right behind the couch, though when I'd leapt away, he'd taken a few steps back. We were circling each other, him working his way around the couch, me away from him.

"Lucas?" I said, slowly edging towards the kitchen.

"Not exactly," he smiled, the timbre of his voice changing slightly.

I had no idea how he'd gotten into our apartment, but I knew this; Someone had just whammied all three of us, and apparently with the wine. The signs had been there. Sarah had outright told us that she was horny, and Phillip had gotten awfully flirty with her, and I'd gotten angry, just like at the frat party.

"It was you," I breathed. Lucas cocked his head, still circling the couch. "Todd was right." Lucas grinned, and something about his expression, his whole face was...wrong. My anger had been chased away by fear, but now it was coming back. "You spiked the drinks. You're responsible for what happened to Paula!"

He smiled again, and it wasn't his smile at all. I was halfway to the kitchen, where my cell phone was charging, when I saw it. Before my very eyes, Lucas's hair began to curl, thicken, and the black bled away, gradually replaced by gold. His shoulders broadened, his body lengthened, filled out, the fly of his jeans ripped open, along with the inseams. He was lean and sharply cut, bigger than me, so much like Trevor that before I looked up at his face, I swore that's who I was going to see.




Strange Days Ch. 83-86



But no, it wasn't Trevor. It wasn't Lucas either. I'd never seen him before, the bluest eyes imaginable, almost glowing, every inch of him perfect. My anger bled away. I didn't know who he was, except that it was him, the one who had been watching me, the one who wanted me, and he was literally so beautiful that it almost hurt to look at him.

"Lucas did," he told me, his voice lower, silkier, and the sound of it didn't send a tremor of arousal through me. It was a shockwave that clenched my insides so hard that it tore a groan out of my throat and took me to my knees. He circled closer and I struggled to get back up. "He's a bit of a simpering little twat, but a good lackey, devoted. He's been quite a busy bee."

I got to my feet and shuffled closer to the kitchen, trying to move faster than him, but nearly fell over. I was painfully aware of my body, how hot my skin was, how swollen my breasts were, how tight my nipples, and I was so fucking wet, so aching inside with need that it was frightening.

This was nothing like what had happened to me before, obscene lust mixed with seething anger. This was the man, person, thing - or whatever! - that had been watching me, fucking with me, screwing with my friends, that had gotten Paula hurt, and me. He was coming closer, and I wanted him closer. I wanted him so close that I could smell him, touch him, taste him, feel him, more than I had ever wanted Trevor, more than I had ever wanted Sarah. But the anger was there too, unreasonable, hot and savage.

"Who are you?" I growled.

He stopped and crooked an eyebrow. "You haven't figured it out yet? I'm surprised, Amy." He sounded genuinely disappointed. He shrugged and took another step.

"Stay the fuck away from me!" I backed away quickly, my back slamming into the pillar beside the kitchen counter.

He shrugged. "I assumed the wine would give me away."

I felt along the counter with my hand, finding my way without looking, refusing to take my eyes off him. "What about the wine?"

He smiled arrogantly, and as much as I hated it, it was a lovely smile, the kind that makes a girl want to do anything to see it more often. "Wine. Celebration. Fucking."

That last word came out as almost a whisper. He breathed it and I felt it in my skin, deep in my bones, his potential, his raw sensuality, like he was to men what Freyja was to women. Wait, was that it?

He twirled his hand in a circle. "Come on, Amy. Dots. Connect them."

I wracked my brain, but it was foggy, messy, clouded with desire. How much of this was from the wine? How much from him? Come on, Amy! I couldn't concentrate, not while trying to get into the kitchen, to get what I needed. Christ, it was hot. I was sweating, and I wasn't the only one. He was watching me with a look of pure hunger, naked lust. A bead of sweat trickled down the center of his muscular chest and I wanted nothing more than to capture it with my tongue.

Wine. Beer. Celebration. Frat party. Sex.

Night clubs and bars!

"Dionysus?" I said, but it was more a question than anything.

He shrugged one shoulder and grinned, still following me. "I prefer Pan, but whatever."

Finally, I found it. My hand closed over a flat bundle of glass, metal and plastic. I unlocked my cell phone and dialed 911, watching him as I pressed the phone to my ear. "Stay there," I pointed.

He smiled with wry amusement. "Are you trying to call someone with a slice of cake?"

"What?" I blinked, then felt it. The texture against my ear was all wrong. I jerked my hand away and gaped at what looked like a thick slice of iced pound cake that reeked of liquor.

He laughed.

"Oh, fuck this," I spat, and jerked a huge goddamn knife out of the butcher block. "Stay the fuck back!"

He laughed again, reaching out with his hand. "A banana? Really?"

I looked.

Fuck!

I threw the banana on the floor. He grabbed for me and I ran, and it only made him laugh, but he'd gotten close, close enough that I could smell him, and holy God, did he smell incredible. I don't know how to properly describe it, to do it justice, but it was a purely masculine scent, of sex, of possession, of mastery. It tightened things inside me, set me on fire, sent me sprawling to the floor on my belly. My insides clenched like a fist, but around nothing, holding tight, tighter, shaking my limbs, hitching my breath, and I came with a scream.

Then he was laying his body against me, his legs along mine, his impossibly chiseled stomach grazing my lower back, and God, he felt good, so very warm, skin so silky soft and his body so hard. I tried to scream again, but my breath left me in a rush.

"It's okay, Amy," he murmured, close enough that his breath stirred my hair. "I know you're angry. It's the wine. I don't know why it's affecting you this way, but it will fade, and you'll feel so much better."

My body felt liquid. I couldn't move. I could only pant like a bitch in heat and feel my arousal soaking my thighs.

"What do you want?" I pleaded.

"I won't hurt you." His hand pulled my hair to the side. "I can't hurt you, actually."

He couldn't hurt me?

He sniffed the back of my neck and I felt him shudder against me. Then he kissed my neck, lips so soft, lingering, tasting my skin, my sweat.

"I need you, Amy," he said, mouth trailing down my neck and back, his body lifting from me. My shirt was torn open like it was made of tissue. He pressed kisses down my spine while his fingers dug under my shorts.

"Please," I begged, wanting to get away, to fight, to do anything, but all I could do was feel him touching me, tearing open my shorts and pulling the tattered remains from my legs.

"I need your help." His voice was quiet, pleading. His kisses, so soft and warm, grazed the small of my back, the soft patch of skin just above my butt. "You don't know what I've been through," he said, crawling down my body and kissing my ass, spreading my legs, gliding a hand up my thigh and finding my soaking wet center. He didn't so much touch me as let me know that he could, the very tips of his fingers hovering there, the occasional twitch of my body causing them to make contact. "You don't know how much I've suffered," he breathed with quiet desperation, painfully acute, and his hand pressed firmly against my cunt, two fingers sliding against my folds.

I groaned pitifully, "Noooo..."

But he wasn't stopping, because it wasn't his hand pressing in. It was me lifting up to meet him.

"I can't do it anymore, Amy."

I found the strength to push up onto my arms, to get away, but that's not what I did. My body was no longer mine. My arms pushed me back, pushed my wet cunt right onto his fingers, two of them sliding up inside me, hips pumping so that his fingertips would find that spot and when they did oh my God it was so good.

"I can't stay there," he said, his voice shaking, so very sad, so tormented. "Half-awake, half-dead, all but forgotten."

I moaned, mewled, dropped my head to the floor with a thud and rocked my ass up and down, fucking myself onto his fingers, and when his thumb extended and I rubbed my clit against it, I came.

Maybe it was because I hadn't been with Trevor in a while, but I hadn't felt this feminine in so long, and I was reveling in it. I loved it, being able to fully submit to someone, and not just anyone, but a man, not a woman or a girl with a magic cock, but a real man. And he was. I could feel it in his legs beside mine, the warmth of his chest hovering over my back, his long thin fingers inside me, so utterly still, letting me fuck myself exactly how I wanted.

"It's so quiet there, Amy," he said with such sadness that it made me cry, made me question if they were my tears or his, if this aching need I felt deep inside me was his too. His hand smoothed up my back and held my shoulder. "It's so cold."

I came again, and right in the middle of it, he grabbed my throat and pulled, turning me over onto my back. He was above me then, braced on his arms, his hair falling around his head like a curtain of spun gold in loose curls, eyes impossibly blue and drowning in need and sadness. He settled between my thighs, where I wanted him to be. Or where he wanted to be?

He cupped my cheek, and I felt him press against me, hard and eager beneath his jeans. "I've been alone for so long, Amy." Tears fell down his handsome cheeks. "So alone, and I can't stand it anymore."

He reached down and tore his jeans open, I felt him, long and hard and bare, his shaft hot against my lips, his tip leaking onto my stomach, then it was gone and his fingers were there and I was thrusting my hips up and pushing myself onto them.

"Save me, Amy," he breathed.

I felt his solitude, so sharp it was a knife twisting in his gut, his heart, his mind, threatening his sanity. He had once been worshiped, believed in, prayed to, but no longer. He was nearly forgotten, alone, weak, and dying. It was so awful that I wept for him. No one should be that alone, not even a god.

He pleaded with an agonized whisper. "Please."

I fucked my aching cunt onto his fingers and knew that I could save him, and I wanted to, and not just my body. My body craved him, but even the little bit of logic that remained available to me told me this would all finally be over, that if I saved him, I would be free of him. I just didn't know how to do it.

"How?" I gasped.

He smiled, his eyes, his mouth, his entire expression so full of hope. His fingers slid out of me and his cock was pressing at my opening, not in, but there, swollen and so damn hot. "You're touched by us, Amy, touched by the gods. Accept my seed willingly," he told me, pushing up onto his arms, looking down at me, still poised to enter me, to pierce my body onto his length. "Carry me, bring me into your world, nurse me, care for me, love me body and soul, and I will make you a Queen."

Whoa. He wanted to fuck me, impregnate me with himself, give birth to him, and fuck him again?

Oh, hell no.

The aching need inside me vanished and I slugged him right in the mouth.

"Fuck!" he spat into his hand, blood leaking between his fingers.

I scrambled away from him like a crab, and he grabbed for my ankle with his bloody hand, but I kicked him right in the mouth again. He cursed long and loud, flopping onto his back, and I rolled and ran for the bedroom, knowing that Sarah's phone was on her nightstand. I could only hope that Dionysus would be too stunned to turn Sarah's phone into pound cake too.

God, I almost laughed at the ridiculousness of that.

A hard body collided into me, slamming me face first onto the floor. His hand clamped onto the back of my neck and lifted my upper body.

"I said I couldn't hurt you," he growled, and then he threw me. I don't mean a foot or two. He threw me across the apartment. I crashed into something, felt it splintering under my back, grinding against my skin, but oddly it didn't hurt. Dionysus pounced, straddling me, crushing me into whatever the hell I was lying on, and he leered, "I didn't say I couldn't toss you around like a rag-doll."

He threw me again. Whatever I hit that time was a lot harder, a lot less forgiving, but I went right through it. Water was spraying me in the chest, both hot and cold. When I blinked my eyes open, I saw that he'd thrown me through the shower wall, through brick and steel plumbing alike. How the hell had that not hurt?

"You may as well stop fighting me, Amy," he called out while I tried to get the wet grit and dust out of my eyes. "There's no sense in fighting because of Sarah."

My breath caught.

He laughed arrogantly. "You love her. I get it. I really do. But I have it on good authority that if you stay with her, you'll kill her."

It felt like a desperate lie, like he was willing to do or say anything to get me to just give in.

"Bullshit!" I yelled, getting the last of the dust out of my eyes.

"The Fates are rarely wrong, Amy, so you might want to give it some thought."

He came back into view, striding towards me. Then I saw his split lower lip, the blood on his chin. He couldn't hurt me, but I could hurt him.

I surged to my feet and charged him, my body shaking with rage, welcoming it. Dionysus braced himself and I threw every ounce of my weight against him. We fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs. I punched, clawed, kicked, even landed a knee into his groin. He grunted and slugged me in the left eye, and while I perceived the impact and felt the pressure, it just didn't hurt at all. Then he heaved with his arms and legs, throwing me clear away from him. I landed on my face and he was instantly on my back, pinning my arms to the floor with his knees. He slapped his hand against the back of my head and shoved my forehead into the floor, hard enough to crack the wood.

"You want to lose your friends, Amy?"

I froze, and he kept the pressure going on my head, the hardwood floor groaning under the stress.

"I can't hurt you, but imagine what I can do to them." He laid himself along my back again, his hard cock settling between my cheeks. "I could fold them in fucking half along with that couch."

Oh God. Sarah. Phillip.

"It will bring this party to a tragic end, for both you and me, when the others come running to your aid, to clean up the mess I make." He leaned close and hissed. "But it will be so fucking worth it."

I couldn't let him hurt my friends.

He roared right beside my ear. "Choose!"

Choose? Like I had a choice? Let myself be raped by a god, give birth to him, and fuck him later. Or let him kill my friends. Some choice.

"Choose!" he yelled, shoving down on my head harder, until half of my face broke through the floor. "Or I'll choose them."

A moment of clarity hit. The rules. He couldn't hurt my friends without breaking a rule, apparently, since that would bring the 'others', which presumably, were Helena and the Hound. They had told me what they could, and they wouldn't have bothered if it wasn't important. Something was there, a key that...

Free will! The Hound had told me to remember that I had free will!

"Why don't you just choose to rape me?" I growled.

Dionysus laughed. "Oh, if only it were that easy." For added emphasis, he forced my thighs apart and pressed the wide tip of his cock against my opening, which wasn't anywhere near as sopping wet as before, but from the way he fit himself there so easily, I was more than wet enough. "If that were an option, I wouldn't have bothered with manners in the first place. Now, choose. My life or theirs."

Okay, so he couldn't take me against my will. I had to offer myself to him. He'd already told me as much, but I'd missed it. He'd asked me to accept his seed.

But what else? They had to have told me something else I could use!

"Fine, say goodbye to them," he growled and began to rise up.

"Wait!"

He froze.

"Just...wait," I sighed. Dionysus settled his body against mine again, once more pressing his tip against me, but this time he firmly lodged himself there, not quite in, but close. Definitely close enough to turn my stomach.

A young man, I remembered. Helena had said I would be dealing with something that behaved like a young man, one that was courting me, trying to conquer me, win me. Dionysus didn't really want to rape me anyway. Even without Helena's advice, I knew that. He wanted me to want him. Except I didn't, and unless I did, unless I accepted him, he would kill my friends.

Okay, then what options did that leave me? What if he didn't want me?

Remember who you are, Helena had said.

Ah-ha!

"I-I want to see you," I stammered.

The pressure eased on my head. It took him a moment to say anything, and when he did, his tone was cautiously quiet, as though he didn't quite believe he'd heard me right.

Experimentally, I pushed up with my arms, and he let me lift my face out of the subfloor.

"I don't like this," I told him, and he growled. "I...part of me wants this."

He sighed, and I felt him shivering from chest to toes, everywhere he was touching me. I twisted my upper body so that I could look at him over my shoulder. Dionysus lifted himself up, giving me room, and that gave me room to do what I needed to do. I almost didn't risk it, seeing his eyes burning with lust and rage. He looked insane, or close to it.

I spoke softly, trying not to let my voice quake and give myself away, what I was doing. "If I do this, if I accept you, accept your seed, I want to see you."

He licked his lips and nodded once.

"Okay," I breathed.

With a growl, he grabbed my shoulder and flipped me over like I weighed nothing, and as he spread my legs, he looked down and his eyes went wide as saucers. The look he gave me was priceless, and I swear to you, his erection wilted just a little at the Violet-sized cunt cleaver (I'm rather proud of myself for coming up with that in the heat of the moment) sticking up from between my legs.

I smiled up at him. "What's the matter? Dickgirls just don't do it for you?"

He blinked at me, then breathed, "That bitch."

Dionysus leapt to his feet and roared, "That fucking cunt!" The walls literally shook with his fury. Hell, the whole apartment did.

Slowly, I got to my feet, cautiously edging over towards the couch.

"Lucas, you sniveling piece of shit!" He fumed, kicking the armchair across the apartment, where the dinner table had been - it was a pile of shattered wood now. "You had one fucking job! One fucking job! Find me a girl that's been touched by us. That's all I asked!" He roared at the ceiling, shaking the building to its foundations. "And you found me a Gifted instead!"

I wasn't sure what Gifted meant, but I heard the capital G in there. Whatever it was, there was meaning to it.

While Dionysus ranted and raved, thoroughly trashing the apartment one piece of furniture at a time, I got to Sarah and Phillip. I leaned in close to hear them snoring, both of them sound asleep.

Then Dionysus snapped his fingers. "Of course!"

He whirled about and faced me, his expression wildly triumphant.

Uh-oh.

"Lucas, you wonderful little fool. I underestimated you, dear boy." He smiled wickedly. "I'm going to make that young man a King." He paced away from me, across the apartment, tapping his chin with two fingers. "Now, where might it be?"

What the hell was he talking about.

"There!" He pointed up, then at my dresser.

The top drawer exploded, and a second later, my statue of Freyja was in his hand.

"No!" I charged him. I didn't care how strong he was, how fast. I couldn't let him take away my gift.

Dionysus back-handed me into the elevator doors, and they crumpled inward like aluminum foil. When I got to my feet, he waggled the statue at me.

"Do you know what this is, Amy? What this really is?" I didn't answer, but I don't think he cared anyway. "It's a vessel, and its sole purpose is to protect you from the full effects of the tiny fragment of a god within it."

He crushed it in his hand, but before I could cry out, the apartment flashed with brilliant gold light. When it faded, there was pinprick of light in his upraised palm.

He laughed at me. "Oh, you have no idea what you're dealing with, do you? This miniscule sliver of Freyja contains more power than you can ever know. Without the vessel, it would have torn you apart, destroyed your mortal form, and we Gods only know what it would have done to your immortal soul." He spread his hands and struck a proud pose, showing off the chiseled lines of his body. "But for someone like me? This, in essence, is what I was looking for in you, a spark of godhood, just a little, just enough to ensure that you could accept my seed, through Lucas, and bring me back into this world."

I had no idea what he was going to do, but I started making my way back to the couch. Whatever he did, I had a feeling it wasn't going to be good at all, and I wanted to be with Sarah when it happened.




Strange Days Ch. 83-86



Dionysus rolled his eyes. "Believe me, walking around in a meat-sack isn't my ideal solution to avoiding oblivion, so I have to give Lucas credit. Sharing my wine all around this city and inspiring revelry has made me strong enough to manifest through him now, but to bring me back, it would take years. But this," He tossed the tiny ball of light up into the air and it thudded back into his palm, like it had weight to it, a lot more than it should for being so small. "This eliminates the problem. With this, I can return to this world as I was before the Fading, and with the others stuck the way they are, so limited in what they can do, well, rules won't quite matter anymore."

I swallowed around a lump in my throat. Helena and the Hound were barely able to help me all this time, and even then, they could only provide aid with words. If Dionysus came back the way he said he would, there was nothing they could do.

Dionysus took one menacing step towards me and grinned. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you for the rest of your life, Amy, and them too." He shrugged at the couch, and that was too much. "Bottoms up."

He raised his hand to his mouth, and I didn't know if what I was about to do was right or wrong, brilliant or suicidal, but I leapt at him, tackled him to the floor. The ball of light hit the floor with a loud clunk, cracking wood. Dionysus thrashed beneath me, tried to kick me away, but I held on for dear life, trying to pin him while reaching for Freyja's gift.

"No!" He roared, clawed at my arm, my wrist, trying to stop me. I got my hand around it, and while it was heavy as hell, I was able to press my fist to my chest and curl up into a ball. "No, no, no!"

He kicked me, hit me, flung me around by the ankle and smashed me through the remaining furniture, and even a wall or two, I think, and somewhere in the middle of it, I got my hand to my mouth, and I swallowed Freyja's gift.

Dionysus screamed with rage, then I did, because it felt like I was being torn apart. My body spasmed, liquid fire raced through my limbs, like acid flowing in my veins. My back arched so forcefully that I both felt and heard something crack. An indescribable pressure built inside my skull, pushing against my face, my eyes, my ears. A lance of pain was driven right through my heart, and I knew it had beat one last time. I coughed, choked on bile rising up my throat. Only it wasn't bile, because a moment later, a fountain of red burst out of my mouth.

Chapter 85

I woke up to the sound of my own screams, and I hurt, like I'd been run through an industrial laundry dryer. Every square inch of me felt battered and bruised, except for the center of my chest and the side of my face, where soft, warm hands were pressing down. Granted, it didn't feel as bad as when I'd woken up in the hospital after a good beating, but still, ouch.

"Amy, focus on my voice!"

Helena?

Slowly, the pain began to fade away. Somehow, I knew the pain was still there, but I just couldn't feel it. Eventually, all I felt was exhaustion. My eyes were open, but I saw only white nothingness.

"Sarah?" I croaked, and my throat felt horribly raw.

"She's here, honey."

I tried talking again, but I couldn't do it. Someone, maybe Helena, held a glass to my lips. I sipped cool water, and as I did, my throat felt much better. My vision gradually cleared too, colors appearing, blurry shapes coming into focus, until eventually, I saw Helena kneeling by my left side. And to my right, the Hound knelt there, and he was holding Sarah's trembling, sweat-soaked body down with both hands, and struggling.

I moaned her name weakly and cried.

"She'll be alright," Helena said, but I couldn't look away from Sarah. She looked like she was having a seizure.

"What's wrong with her?"

"She has taken your pain." That made me look at Helena. "Most of it, enough that I can talk to you."

"Dionysus..." I began, but she cut me off.

She spoke quickly and urgently. "Amy, we don't have much time. I can't leave her like this for much longer. I can explain everything later, but right now, you have a choice to make."

Oh, God. Not more choices. I was too tired and too hurt to make choices.

"My gift is rampaging freely inside you. If I do nothing, it will destroy you." She told me. I nodded, listening. She raised an eyebrow. "I can take it back and everything will go back to the way it was, no gift, just you as you were."

Without even hearing option two, I shook my head.

The corner of her mouth lifted just a little. "Or, I can help you contain what you consumed." I was already nodding, but she held her hand over my forehead, stopping me. "Amy, you need to be clear about what this means. I would have to change you. You won't be the same, not ever again. All this time, you've been protected from others knowing what you are, what you can do. Nobody could speak to another about your secret that didn't already know it. It was nothing you ever had to worry about, but you will. I can teach you how, but you'll have to protect yourself from now on, will them not to speak of it."

I nodded under her hand. "I can do..."

"I'm not finished," she cut me off, rather forcefully. "It will be real, Amy."

She gave me a few seconds to let that sink in.

"You mean...Sarah and I...I could have a baby?" I asked.

She smiled in a very motherly way. "Well, you could take part in making one, yes, but Sarah would be doing the having part."

That absolutely filled me with joy. In what way was option two supposed to be bad? Helena told me, her expression somber.

"Amy, if you have children, there's a very good chance they will be like you. They would stand out, like you did to Dionysus, perhaps more so. There are parties that will be even more interested in them than they were in you. They would be faced with so many temptations, so many challenges and choices. It wouldn't be easy for them, growing up around others that are so unlike them."

I guess that was the bad part of option two.

I glanced at her. "I won't bust through a condom every time I...you know, will I?"

She chuckled and shook her head. "No. You can choose to avoid pregnancy the usual ways." She became somber again, her eyes shimmering. "I just..."

Sarah thrashed harder, her limbs thudding against the soft rug we were lying on. The Hound growled at Helena. "Healing isn't my thing. Running out of time over here."

She gave him a curt nod and looked at me. "I can't make this decision for you. I made it for someone before, and I'm still feeling the sting of it. I won't do it again. You have to choose for yourself."

I don't know why, but only then did it occur to me what she'd said moments before. My gift...

I gasped. "Oh my God. You're Freyja!"

"Yes," she smiled, caressing my cheek. "I'm nearly as old as time, but this life is the first that I've known the love of a mother. If you choose to keep my gift, if you choose to have children of your own, no matter how difficult their lives become, I know they'll be fine. You're a wonderful girl, Amy, both of you," she looked at Sarah towards the end.

There were so many questions I needed to ask. If Sarah and I had children, exactly how different would they be from everyone else? What would we need to do to protect them? How exactly was I supposed to protect myself, keep people from talking about my secret? Was Dionysus gone? Was he still a threat to me, to my friends? Were there any other changes that would happen to me that I needed to know about?

"Time's up," the Hound said quietly, and Sarah made a choking sound.

Helena caressed my cheek one more time. "I need you to choose now."

"I'll take door number two."

She put both of her hands on my chest and pushed down hard. "Brace yourself." Then she gave a single nod to the Hound.

After everything I had been through, I thought I knew what pain was.

Holy fuck, was I ever wrong.

Chapter 86

So, as it turns out, having your mortal shell being remade really hurts like a son of a bitch. It didn't last long though. An hour later and I felt fine. Tired and hungry as all hell, but fine. Sarah didn't remember feeling my pain at all, which I was grateful for. Phillip was fine. He woke up on our couch, and nothing was untoward. Apparently, a friend of Helena's - or Freyja's, I guess - worked their mojo and fixed up the apartment around Phillip while he slept, and Sarah and I got back before Tabitha arrived. Neither of them suspected a thing.

Dionysus was being punished. I didn't have the details, but the Hound told me he wouldn't be a threat to anyone for a very long time.

By the way, the Black Dog of legend and lore likes to be called Carl, it turns out. Weird, right?

Anyway, Helena and Carl - good God. Carl? Really? - were able to come to my aid because Dionysus's destroying the statue was considered a direct attack against Freyja. Apparently, he'd given me no choice but to risk my life to prevent him from causing irreparable damage to the entire world, and that was deemed an assault of a god against another god's mortal follower, which wasn't allowed. It sounded thin to me, but then how many of our laws can be read as rock-solid?

Life settled down fairly quickly after that, although Sarah got back on birth control right away.

Todd got out of jail on time, and I was the one that drove out to pick him up, and I brought his brother with me. I had to talk Johnny into it, which was surprisingly difficult. Todd was a womanizing douchebag, but not the monster that Dionysus and Lucas had temporarily turned him into - of course, I couldn't tell Johnny that. Todd was as much a victim as I was, in a way. Besides, as it turned out, we shared one very strong addiction; women. He was actually kind of fun to hang out with in limited doses, though he never did become an integral member of our extended family.

About a year later, Trevor finally cooled off enough to speak to me again. I don't think he had much of a choice in letting go of his anger. Violet and Holly had kept things fairly casual, as in fuck-buddy casual, but Holly eventually found someone, back home in Texas, and she moved not long after. It hit Violet a lot harder than any of us expected. None of us knew she had cared about Holly so much, and if she did, we couldn't understand why she was letting her go. But when she needed support the most, Trevor was the one she took it from, probably the only real guy-friend that she had ever had.

Sarah quit modeling almost entirely, shifting all of her employment efforts into database administration, and eventually - and I'll totally get this wrong - mainframe architecture. I stayed with Armia, though I started a photography blog, which eventually connected me to other well-established photographers in the city. I learned a lot from them, grasping at every mentoring opportunity that came my way.

It was a busy year when all of our twenty-first birthdays came around. God, that was a lot of drinking. Phillip proposed to Tabitha on her birthday. Johnny and Paula moved into a really nice apartment uptown around the same time. I still kept in touch with Holly, and she told me that she and her fiancé were moving to Massachusetts and getting married.

Trevor got the last of his credits at NYU, and he and Violet tore up the town together on her big twenty-one. He and I were getting along just fine by then, almost like the old days. It took a while for him to be ready for 'the talk'. I'd met him at a coffee shop down the street from his and Violet's small apartment. It was ten in the morning, and the place was pretty much deserted.

"So," he began, looking off at nothing, then turning his gorgeous eyes on me. "You have a...uhm..." he flicked his hand, blushing.

I nodded, and he nodded back.

"I'm happy for you, you know," he told me quietly, smiling. "Sarah's a lucky girl."

"So am I," I smiled back, struggling not to crack, to cry. "I never meant to hurt you."

"I know that."

"I just didn't know how to tell you that I had...that I was a...futa." I whispered the last word.

Trevor burst out laughing, and I hadn't expected it at all.

I frowned. "What's so funny?"

He laughed uncontrollably, eyes shimmering and face flushed. He waved his hand defensively, because he couldn't talk yet. When he was finally able to talk, he said, "Don't you remember what I said about that? Granted, it was almost two years ago, but..."

"No, I remember," I told him. "You said it was hot."

He nodded, still smiling, but a little sadly. "Yeah, it really is. And believe me, if my feelings weren't involved..." he trailed off. "Christ, Amy, I don't think I'd survive."

Trevor shook his head, and when he looked at me again, that intensity was there, that heat, that look he could give me that still shook me to my core to this day. Nobody could do that to me like Trevor could, not even Sarah. Sure, I sensed her desire for me when she would look at me, but with Trevor, I was overwhelmed by his desire. I still wanted him, even craved him.

Sometimes it was a little scary, how strongly my body responded to him, because it reminded me of how helpless I'd felt against Dionysus.

Ignoring what my body was telling me it wanted, namely the man seated across from me, I went for humor. "Well, I could talk to Sarah about it, if you'd like." It wasn't entirely a joke, but I wasn't going to just outright say it.

He gave me a smile and shook his head. It wasn't a bitter rejection, nor regretful. There was something there, something that was holding him back, despite how much he wanted to say yes. I didn't know what it was, but I knew that he was taking a pass for a very good reason, and that he was fine with it, even comfortable.

"Amy, I..." He stopped, looked down at his white chocolate mocha, then back up. "Can we be friends again?"

I cried. I couldn't help it. I'd missed him so much, and I wanted him back much more than he knew. I knew that I could be friends with him, because I was so very sure of my feelings for Sarah. There would be no confusion on my part. I could still love him and not lose sight of Sarah at all. I just couldn't be with him, and I wasn't sure if he could go without being with me.

Softly, I replied, "I can handle that. Can you?"

There was no hesitation. He smiled and gave me a single nod, and I believed him. I had my friend back, and just in time too.

For his twenty-first birthday, we threw a big party, every last detail planned out by Violet. We laughed when he grumbled because we ended it so early, then laughed even harder at his look of panic when he realized only the men had left. It took all of us girls, but we cornered him, pinned him, tied him up - Violet let us use her kinky bed straps left over from her days with Holly - and gave him a full spa-level makeover. We mud-masked him, plucked his eyebrows, and even painted his hand- and toenails. And we did all of it while wearing the sexiest lingerie we could find.

Well, except for Tabitha, who wore unflattering pajamas, because that's her brother, so yuck.

There's one day in particular that I remember more clearly than any other though, even to this day. It was July 24th, 2011. Sarah and I had some of our friends over for dinner, namely Phillip, Tabitha, Violet, Paula, Johnny and Trevor. I had been keeping a close eye on all of the major newsfeeds that night while trying not to attract too much attention to myself. I was pacing in front of our bed, supposedly to kick off my shoes, when I saw the headline on my phone. I stopped breathing, then reminded myself that was bad.

"Sarah, could I borrow you?" I called out.

She called back, saying she was on her way. My heart was beating a mile a minute, and I was pacing again, but I stopped when she came through the door and bounced up onto her toes.

"What's up?"

God, she was so happy, smiling brightly, and the way she was standing there in short-shorts and a tight little tee shirt with her hands clasped behind her back, she was also beautiful. I couldn't help but smile, despite how terribly nervous I was.

When I didn't say anything, when I just kind of stood there, smiling like an idiot, she looked around the room and back at me. "Did you need something?"

I nodded. "Just you."

"Awww," she said cutely, closing the distance to put her hands on my hips and lean in, giving me a soft kiss. "That's so sweet."

"I love you, Sarah," I breathed against her mouth.

She smiled, her lips so unbelievably soft against mine, and she laced her arms around my neck. "I love you too, baby."

I shivered. I couldn't help it. I was utterly fucking terrified. What I was about to do, what I was about to say...if there was anything that would drive Sarah away, anything that would cause me to lose her, this was it. I set my hands on her hips and gathered my courage. I had to, because it didn't matter what had been said before, whether during times of stress or comfort. This was real, here, right now, and we are fickle creatures, flighty, each and every one of us, individually. Slap two people together and that potential chaos and unfathomable number of possible outcomes to any given situation doesn't merely double, nor triple. It multiplies exponentially.

Looking back on that day, it almost seems silly, how afraid I was. I'm still young, still have so much to learn, but if there's anything I have learned, it's that one thing never changes; love. When it's real, it's lasting. Real, honest-to-God love never changes. I've had my heart broken before, and I still loved. I love Trevor to this day. I always will. My love for Sarah was equally eternal, just different, and entirely on another level. Had I never met Sarah, I would have been happy with Trevor. My love for him would have lasted, and I believe his love for me would have lasted to. But I had met Sarah. I had fallen in love with her. My love for Trevor simply wasn't enough, not now that I'd experience it with her.

Of course, I didn't know much of that at the time. All I knew then was that I wanted her, needed her, forever. I'd had it all planned out too, cleverly detailed, funny yet sweet, and I'd even had help from Phillip because a magic trick had been involved. But seconds before I'd called out her name, I'd bailed on it all. My convoluted yet memorable plan had been dashed to a single gesture, a single question, and I was so very terrified.

Sarah must have sensed something, because she cupped my face and looked at me, her big brown eyes so expressive.

"Baby, what's wrong?" she asked worriedly.

She stroked her thumb across my cheek, and it was wet. I was crying. I exhaled sharply, gave her an almost hysterically giddy smile, then took her hand and lowered myself to one knee.

Sarah slapped a hand over her mouth and squealed, and I knew she was smiling because I could see it all the way up to the corners of her shimmering eyes.

I took a deep breath and asked, "Sarah Burke, will you marry me?"

She whimpered behind her mouth and nodded rapidly. The ring was nothing fancy, the best I could do at the time. It was a quarter-carat, flawed, and a little yellow, but it meant so much more than mere statistics. I slid the ring onto her finger and looked up at her. She was still covering her mouth. Tears were threatening to spill down her cheeks while she stared at the ring. She looked at me, then she hauled me up to my feet and gave me a crushing passionate kiss.

"Yes," she breathed.

I kissed her back and we held each other so tight that I don't think either of us could breathe. We laughed, we kissed, and we hugged, repeatedly, and not in that order.

Oh, and we cried. A lot.

We're girls. Get over it.

By now, I'm guessing you've figured out what I had talked to Sarah's father about in private over Christmas.