Acid-Washed Reflections
by TryMyHand
Chapter 2: Acute Pursuit
It was Saturday. I awoke late to the smell of peppered sausage. As I drifted back to consciousness, I chanted my mantra, “Be smart. Be careful. Stay free until tomorrow.”
I pulled on my pants and wandered out to the common area. She was cooking in a terrycloth robe, her brown hair dark with moisture and ponytailed.
I inhaled deeply. “You are divine,” I said.
“It is me you love?” she asked playfully, “Or my hot-dead-pig-smell?”
I laughed. “You’re probably the first woman—person, for that matter—ever to ask that question,” I evaded.
The drapes on the left were drawn, revealing a wall of plate glass. She was 20 floors up a high-rise overlooking the beach. Below us, the skipping windsurfers looked like flying ants.
“How can a paralegal afford this view?” I asked.
“An investigative paralegal,” she corrected. “I do OK,” she added.
Sammy ran up and jumped on my leg, dumping a sodden tennis ball on my foot like stolen plutonium. I played fetch for a few minutes, then joined the clicking porcelain behind me.
Unbeknownst to Elise, a sliver of cleavage winked at me from the top of her robe. With this and the fresh memory of her wild cries to fire my libido, I plotted a slippery slope of debauchery for the upcoming week.
On Sunday, I made her masturbate for me. On Monday, I told her she could either skip underwear or finger herself at work during lunch. On Tuesday, she did both. On Wednesday, I had her rent and act out scenes from schoolgirl porn. And by Thursday, she was begging to be called a slut while I fucked her in her car.
I didn’t impose all of this on her. There’s only so much that Influence can do. Some seed was in her before I met her, waiting for lust to nurture it.
On Friday, she called me from work, her voice heavy. “What will tonight be?” she asked.
“I thought eating out would be a sexy change,” I replied. Excursions were dangerous for me, but I had been lulled into complacency by a week of dead-ends and engineered hedonism. When she returned, we dressed like dilettantes. I took her to an intimate restaurant nearby that I had scoped while getting groceries and clothes on Monday.
“Oh, Milo’s!” she said. “This used to be my...” she trailed off.
Had I stumbled on an old boyfriend haunt? I searched her innocent eyes. “Everything old will be new again,” I promised.
Inside, our waitress was a gorgeous, petite, blond student named Cameron, who dropped innuendo on Elise with casual artistry.
Elise leaned close to me during salads, tipping the table down on a short leg. “I think she likes me,” she said.
“What do you mean?” I replied, feigning ignorance.
“I’m not that way,” she asserted.
“Aren’t you?” I asked with some conviction. Her face indicated she was turning the question over. I paused to let it echo. “Women have a surprisingly flexible sense of sexuality,” I added.
Elise leaned back, brushed a long bang from her eye, and asked, “Do you think she’s pretty?”
I hummed agreement. “She’s not you,” I clarified, “but I bet she’s one wild ride.”
“Why do men find that so appealing? Two women, I mean. Is it the taboo?” she asked.
“No,” I answered, “Well not mostly. I think it’s just the more-is-more principle.” She raised an eyebrow. “You know, if one beautiful, aroused woman is sexy, then two beautiful, aroused women are even sexier,” I continued.
“But why no man?” she asked.
“Because most straight guys don’t find the other man arousing, or even ignorable,” I said. “A guy only wants to see another man in the picture if he can identify with that man, become him,” I explained. “Many guys can’t perform that shift. For those who can’t, seeing the other man is an intrusion, a detraction, even a threat,” I continued. “But with two girls, every visual, every moan, every breath is inviting and domitable,” I concluded. Then I added, “I think both sexes identify more with an aroused woman than with a man.”
“I wonder why that is?” she mused.
“On a deeper level I’m sure it’s biological wiring designed to spread the seed,” I said. “You know, if something drives the male-to-female ratio so low that that kind of thing is going on, survival demands that aggressive arousal and polygamy instincts kick into high gear. Perhaps even rape. And that programming is still with us, lurking around,” I said, gesturing at the air around my head.
Just then, Cameron arrived with entrées. Elise smiled at her.
“Who was the hunk of meat?” smirked Cameron, eyeing us suggestively.
“That’s me, baby,” I said. The girls giggled.
“And that would make you the ‘Wok on the Wild Side’,” Cameron offered.
“Why yes,” said Elise.
Meeting Cameron’s eyes, I said, “Everything looks great. I can hardly wait.”
More chips were ante-ed into the flirtation-pot each time Cameron came by. I had been dealt two queens. With a little luck, I might see two pair, a straight, a push, and a flush.
“Are you ready?” I asked Elise. She knew what I meant.
“I guess so,” she said.
“Ask her when she’s free,” I pushed.
“Why do I have to ask?”
“Because she likes you,” I supplied.
Cameron stopped by to reap our cups and dessert plates to the dinnerware afterlife. She leaned over our table, steadying one hand on Elise’s chair. Elise brushed Cameron’s arm lightly to get her attention. Cameron stopped and smiled.
“What time do you get off?” asked Elise, tripping innocently over that old cliché. Cameron’s mouth formed a perfect “O” of ironic shock and false modesty. To accentuate, she put her hand to the side of her cheek. “Err, I didn’t mean, what I meant was,” Elise fumbled.
Cameron delighted at Elise’s embarrassment. “We’re closed now,” she finally offered, “but I have to clean up my section. I can come out and play in a few minutes.”
We paid the check and waited outside. It had gotten windy. Elise leaned against me. I rubbed her back to keep her warm. On impulse, I leaned her over and kissed her. When I looked up, Cameron stood there, appreciative.
As I released Elise, Cameron reached up and grabbed the back of Elise’s head, kissing her even more vigorously. Elise reacted with surprise, but closed her eyes and gradually surrendered. Elise tentatively ventured an arm around Cameron. Cameron caught the signal, immediately launching a tongue-offensive deep into that virgin territory. Elise’s eyes popped wide, then closed again with a murmur. I could have watched all night, but the sublime moments are the most fleeting.
The three of us brisked the cold to Elise’s building. Elise and I walked closely on either side of diminutive Cameron, guarding our prize jealously against the groping fingers of the wind. When we got to Elise’s bedroom, I set the lights low, took off my clothes and reclined on the big bed.
“Oh cute!” exclaimed Cameron at the terrier décor, before pulling a startled Elise back to her mouth.
In between breaths, Elise tried to explain, “This is my first... I haven’t...”
“I know,” interrupted Cameron, “That’s even sweeter.”
Cameron pulled down Elise’s dress. Elise stepped out of it. “Mmmm... you’re hot,” gushed Cameron. She was right. Wearing only a black felt choker, black bra and panties, and her black heels, Elise was mesmerizing.
Cameron bent down and lovingly removed Elise’s heels, so Elise didn’t tower over her. Then Cameron slid her fingertips up Elise’s shapely legs. She guided Elise over to the bed and sat her down at the edge. Elise quivered like a dog in a vet waiting-room.
With ease, Cameron slid off her work blouse and slacks. Cameron’s body exemplified the enticing fitness of youth: her breasts were smaller than Elise’s, but against her tiny waist they seemed larger.
She gently relieved Elise’s bra, sucking one firm nipple into her mouth and massaging the other with her hand. From behind, I watched a waterfall of relaxation cascade down Elise’s back. Eventually, Elise’s closed eyes, rapturous smile, and delicate sighs proved Cameron’s expertise.
“What do you think of us?” Elise asked wickedly.
I pretended to fan my collar. “Is it me, or did it just get sluttier in here?” I said.
“It’s probably not you,” smiled Cameron as she squeezed another sigh out of Elise. We laughed.
Cameron pushed Elise onto her back, moved down to her waist, and slid off her panties. Like the world’s sexiest magician, two of Cameron’s fingers disappeared into Elise. “Gawd, she’s tight,” remarked Cameron over Elise’s ragged moans. Of course, since I had performed that trick, I knew firsthand.
Cameron climbed up to Elise’s face to show Elise her own wetness. “Somebody’s been naughty. Look what I found,” she said. She pushed her slick fingers into Elise’s mouth, nursing Elise on herself. Then she gave a quick kiss and slipped away.
Soon Cameron was flicking Elise’s clit and worming her tongue deep inside of Elise. Elise started bucking, running her fingers through Cameron’s short blond locks, and trying to pull Cameron deeper.
“I thought you weren’t into girls,” I teased Elise.
“I’m not,” she protested. At the edge of the bed, Cameron slowed. “Wait, don’t stop!” cried Elise.
“Don’t stop what?” asked Cameron slyly.
Elise turned red. “Licking me,” she stammered.
“Licking your what?” pressed Cameron.
“You know... My cunt. Please lick my cunt,” Elise pleaded.
“There’s a good girl,” said Cameron, resuming her reward.
“Did I just hear you beg a girl to eat you out, Elise?” I asked, dragging a fingernail around her jutting nipple.
“Mm-hmm,” nodded Elise, breathlessly. Now she sounded like a good girl too. Ecstasy loomed.
“So what does that make you?” I asked, pinching it.
“Ah! Ahhh! Ahhhh dyke... a slutty, girl-loving dyke!” screamed Elise, her body convulsing in orgasm.
A few seconds later, Cameron came up. She stripped off her bra and hopped naked onto the bed with us. Elise just curled up for the moment, awash in afterglow.
“Man, she squeezes your tongue when she comes,” Cameron marveled.
“Or whatever you happen to have in her,” I answered, glancing at my erection, which had been straining since the girls started frenching.
“Hmm... Do you know what else would feel good on that cock?” asked Cameron. Before I could guess, she said, “Me!” enthusiastically.
“Come aboard,” I offered. But Cameron slid her naked body alongside me first, surprising my mouth with her strong tongue.
“Taste anyone you know?” she joked. After so long in Elise, licking Cameron’s mouth was like eating Elise.
Then she straddled me and slowly lowered herself onto me. Right away her breath caught. “Wow. She’s narrow, but you’re wide,” she said, as my cock relentlessly spread her open. I grinned. A woman never gets tired of hearing how beautiful she is, but a man never gets tired of hearing how big his dick is.
Cameron widened quickly around me and soon she was hopping up and down gleefully on my engorged cock. Above me, the bouncing and jiggling of her perfect breasts was irresistible: art in motion. Fortunately, she was small enough that I could reach up and fondle her while she bounced.
“What size are these?” I asked, her breasts straining the cage of my squeezing fingers. With every hop, her erect nipples traced love-lines against my palms.
“Only. B. People. Tell me. They look. Bigger. Because of. My size,” she panted as she slid my slick shaft alternately deep into her and then nearly out.
Elise had roused from her rapture and climbed up to kiss me lightly. Cameron was actually riding me too fast to get me off, which was fine since I was eager to nail Elise next.
But as Cameron started to come, she slid down me one last time, pumping her thighs together rapidly over my stomach, squeezing my cock and driving me over the edge. I moaned abruptly into Elise’s open mouth and started spurting powerfully, deep into Cameron. “God!” I exclaimed.
Elise sat up and I could see the satisfied smirk on Cameron’s face. “Bet you didn’t expect that, did ya?” she teased. She turned to Elise. “Your boyfriend rides nice,” she said, savoring several long moments of twitching fullness.
“Mmm...” sighed Cameron, “he’s still going inside me.” Then Elise kissed Cameron, who continued to ride me through my convulsions.
Eventually she dismounted, as the girls became more amorous. Cameron laid back and pulled Elise’s mouth down to her breast. Elise paused for a moment, and then all I could see was the back of Elise’s head and all I could hear were wet, sucking noises. Cameron hummed softly and stroked Elise’s long, brown hair, which was strewn across her arching chest like a private tent. I knew my batteries would recharge fast watching the Horny Girls Channel.
“Ahhh, it’s time for your final initiation,” said Cameron. Elise looked to me for guidance and I nodded in agreement. “It’s time for you to lick every drop of your boyfriend out of me,” instructed Cameron. Cameron moved down to the carpet. Elise tentatively got on all fours between Cameron’s legs. “Start with my clit,” suggested Cameron.
Elise started lapping. Cameron’s head lolled back in appreciation. After a couple minutes of escalating praise, she said, “Now start tongue-fucking me too.”
When I could see from Cameron’s face that Elise had been promoted from apprentlick to journeyslut, I came up and pushed a couple fingers into her, as I still hadn’t had her yet. A few feet away, Elise sighed into her meal, which, by the look of things, was being served live and thrashing.
Elise got wet after a minute of finger-pumping, so I decided to enter her before she finished her pet project. Again, she was tight enough that I had to slide in like a vice, each tiny advance eliciting pants of content.
“Don’t distract her,” moaned Cameron, who had become enamored of her own nipples.
I slowed my pace from vice to hour-hand. Cameron grunted out, “Ah, she’s deep. Goooood girrrrrl,” and stroked Elise’s head. Then Cameron bucked her hips into Elise’s mouth. Elise’s reply was just, “Mmnnn...”
As Elise resumed provoking Cameron’s clit, Cameron yelled out, “I’m coming!” and rode off into the orgasmic sunset.
Elise turned back to me and joked, “It’s hard to be a proper lesbian with a man pumping you from behind.”
“You went above and beyond the call of pussy,” I said, and began pounding her in earnest. Elise’s fingers splayed out among the carpet-loops as she pushed back at me with every thrust. Stretching forward, I teased one of her breasts with my fingers.
“You look like some sexy animal,” Cameron remarked, as Elise swayed on all fours beneath me. She stared at Elise hungrily. “I could milk you. Are you a D?” she asked, recalling my earlier question.
“Just C,” grunted Elise.
“I do, but I don’t believe. They can’t be real,” said Cameron.
Elise feigned hurt, “They are! (Yes!) You felt them (Yes!) yourself.”
“Hmm...” said Cameron. She crawled over to massage Elise’s breast. “Feels real,” she pronounced, pushing her tongue into Elise once more. They necked briefly, then Cameron pulled away and looked at me. “Someone got delicious semen all over her mouth. Did you do that?” she asked facetiously.
Elise had lost language—too far gone to laugh. All she could say was, “Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!”
“So far, mine is all going into this end of you girls,” I gritted, sweat beading at the tip of my nose from the exertion of fucking Elise.
Then Elise broke and collapsed back onto me, squealing wildly and pushing me down. As she bent and tightened, I let myself go, her delightful squeezing drawing my second warm load into her.
Elise rocked gently on my lap, holding me inside. Cameron crawled up and laid her head across Elise’s thigh. Finally, sated and exhausted, the three of us settled into bed in a tangle of interwoven limbs.
We had fucked like devils. Now we slept like angels.