Ecstasy (12 page)

With
Craig gone to work and the whole apartment left to herself, Monica decided it
was time to do some strategic re-thinking.

Time
was running out. Time was working against her and she felt under pressure. Her
body was well taken care of that morning and she felt good about how she
handled him, but her mind was busy with thoughts she didn't seem to get away
from.

'If
time is suppose to be infinite, then why is there never enough time?

If
I am to get the position, I must get rid of Lisa. She
must
go. She must
be discredited and I must accomplish this somehow. Craig would be the man to do
it, but I stand to loose him if he ever found out!

Oh,
gosh! I don't want to loose him! I really don't! I love him so much! I adore
him! He's such a great guy and a good fucker! He's the only one who can light
my fires when my coals are all cold and wet! He is the only one who can
understand my deepest needs - most of the time. There is no bigger piece of me
that I'd loose if I lost him. I love him so much that I actually depend on him
and I just can't breath without him around me.

But
I don't want to depend on him. I want to be me. I need to be me, the way I am.
He's got to the point that he complements me and I can't have that. I opened
the door too much and he came in. Perhaps naturally, but he came in and he sat
in the living room of my heart and in the lazy chair of the comfort of my soul
and wouldn't leave. He won't leave. I'd have to kick him out of there, but he'd
have to do something bad for that and that he just won't. Hell, the boy doesn't
even know how to do anything wrong!

But
wait, girl! Be smart! He doesn't need to do anything wrong! He just need to
think
he did!
That's it
! Let's do it!' she said to herself as she plotted his
demise from her life.

♥♥♥♥♥

The
CNN building in
Los Angeles
sported a rooftop swimming pool for parties
and the employees coveted it dearly. Secluded among so other buildings and
people, it was the spot were they'd get together every so often and let the
gossip run loose and the whiskey flow.

With
one glass door serving as both entry and exit to the elevator shaft, the pool
was nestled in the middle of the roof right above the penthouse. It gave a
beautiful view of downtown
Los
Angeles
, as well the Bay
area. The city lights coming from below the building created a mesmerizing sea
of colors all around the pool. The view was breathtaking.

It
was off limits most of the time, but Lisa and Jennifer convinced Carl to
reserve it for the four of them. The evening was lovely and a balmy weather
promised to give way to a great retreat after the hot sun of the afternoon.

With
drinks supplied from the bar on the bottom floor, the four of them enjoyed the
beautiful summer evening. By
9
pm
Carl and Craig were feeling
egregiously tipsy and their thoughts were loose and relaxed. In their bathing
suits, Lisa and Jennifer looked heavenly and the two men exchanged looks a few
times while wondering about their bodies. Lisa's curves intimidated any man who
was fortunate enough to lay eyes on them and Jennifer's body could stop traffic
on any given day. Their hair were just as stunning. Jennifer's blonde, wavy
form stood out against Lisa's dark curly touches and the two seemed like a team
built in heaven.

"It
looks as if we're pretty darn close to heaven," commented Carl.

"Yeah.
About twenty-five stories closer," agreed Craig, as the two of them laid
in the lazy chairs by the pool, watching the girls swimming together in the
middle of it.

The
girls waved them in, but they both decided to play hard to get.

"Yes,
let them come to us. We've been chasing them long enough. It's time for them to
come after us," Carl muttered softly between his teeth while smiling at
the girls.

"I
agree. That's all we do. Chase them. It's time they do some running, too."

The
two women stepped out of the pool and walked to the table. Soaking wet and
dripping water, Jennifer sat firmly on Carl's lap. Dressed only in shorts, Carl
didn't mind her body so close to his, but the water was a different matter.

"Come
on, Jenny! You're wet!" he objected.

"I
thought you guys like us
wet
," interjected Lisa.

"We
do, but in different ways," Craig intervened. "We definitely
do..."

"How
about you dry me off then?" Jennifer handed Carl a towel. He put down his
drink and started with her back. He worked his way down to her ass and took his
time on feeling it.

"You
like that, don't you?" she prodded him.

"No,
not at all," he commented sarcastically.

Lisa
sat next to Craig and rested her left hand in his lap. He felt her fingers
sinking slowly into his thigh and felt a sudden urge going through his cock. A
flash of arousal came through his body and her cupping breasts next to his face
induced his eyes to touch more of her flesh. Her hand walked upward and stopped
on his balls. She began to caress them gently and with passion; he looked at
her as if asking for more.

Jennifer
took care of her man, too.

"Carl,
please don't ignore my legs, baby. They need attention, too.
Your
attention. Dry them, too," Jennifer needed of him. Carl submitted to her
demands with pleasure and walked the towel over her legs and then her feet.

Jennifer
put her left arm around his neck and let her fingers touch his chin and his
ear. With a soft move, she placed her lips against his neck and started kissing
it voraciously. He put his hand between her legs on her right thigh, but she
took it and put it on her breast.

"Everything
in its place and time, baby."

Craig
was watching their foreplay with a sense of thirst for passion, when Lisa
started massaging his cock. His penis responded to her effortless work and
stiffened up in her hand. Soon, she was stroking it from the base all the way
up to his head and back down and back up again. His hips pushed up out of the
chair as her hand was going up and seemed to beg her for faster strokes.

Soon,
the two couples were disconnected from each other and the only contact between
them was the girls' occasional look at each other. A keener eye may have
noticed they were up to something, but the girls knew how to handle their men.
Devoured by lust and consumed by the need for the girls' gorgeous bodies, the
men could not have cared less.

Jennifer
leaned over Carl's chest and began caressing and kissing his nipples, ever so
slowly touching the tip of his penis and working her way down to his tummy. Carl
began to groan with pleasure and it didn't take long for his cock to submit to
her demands. 'How easy men are,' reflected Jennifer to herself as she grabbed
the base of his cock through his shorts. Her right thumb worked its way between
his pelvic bone and shorts and pulled it all down with one swift move. His head
leaned against the back of the chair and welcomed the sheer nakedness. He
kicked the shorts aside and spread his legs as if inviting her to take whatever
she wanted. He couldn't have cared less that Jennifer threw his shorts toward
Lisa, even he would have seen her do so.

His
hardness was hardly lost on her and Jennifer's lips were soon kissing the head
of his cock, barely taken in her mouth and back out again. She could feel his
cock thrum with pleasure, desire and anticipation and he felt her ass. Smooth,
firm and almost like a pillow full of unknown pleasures, her ass seemed to
scream back at him to take it from behind.

"Get
on the top of me. Let me take you from behind. I want your ass," he pleaded.

Her
hands pushed him delicately back in the chair.

"Not
yet, stud," she said quickly, breaking away from licking his throbbing
head. Helpless and without much will, Carl complied with her once more. Soon
his entire cock disappeared in her mouth and he could hear her moan with oral
satisfaction.

Lisa's
hands followed Craig's body line to his belly and wasted no time to undress
him. His mind was too far away from his body to see that she threw his clothing
in the little pile next to the table. Neither he nor Carl would have been able
to tell one single thing about their clothing.

"Spread
your legs," she ordered him. Craig was not the kind of guy to comply so
easily, but the warm evening, the Jack and Lisa's heavenly presence made it
impossible to refuse her. She reached for his groin while looking in his eyes
and pushed her right middle finger right below his balls. His eyes became
watery and his vision blurry from the pleasure so voluptuously given by her
hand and he was about to reach for her when she ordered him again.

"Grab
the chair with both hands and don't let go. Stay ready, 'cause I am taking you
on the best fuck trip you've ever had in your life."

Her
finger pushed lower against his sack and soon found its way at the edge of his
asshole. She pressed against his asshole couple of times and finally penetrated
it him enough for him to feel the tip of her finger between his muscles.

He
felt her other hand take full control of his cock and while she worked his head
with two fingers he felt her other middle finger make its way deep into his
ass. He spread his legs even more and mumbled a plea for her, but his lungs
proved too weak to utter any words. His mind desired to ask her not to stop,
but he just wasn't up to it anymore. He was all in her hands and her experience
made him the object of her desires.

A
few feet over, Jennifer's lips were tightly wrapped around Carl's cock and his
eyes were closed, his head still against the chair. She looked at his face and,
without missing a lick, she looked at Lisa. Her nod gave Jennifer the clue she
was looking for. She swallowed Carl's cock with passion as she put her hands on
his chest and she overheard Lisa's words to Craig.

"Don't
move." Her body lifted quick, her arms reached for the clothing pile to
grab them and in less than a moment she was at the door.

Jennifer
pulled her head up and pushed against Carl's asshole, just as Lisa closed the
door noisily behind her.

The
sound of the door wasn't too loud, but it was enough to shake both Carl and
Craig out of their sexual lust and drunkard stupor back to the world of
reality. They each looked around and Craig just then realized that Jennifer was
still between Carl's legs, stroking and caressing him. She smiled at him and
then winked at Carl. His head leaned forward and smiled back at her. The
swimming pool lights reflected off her face and she looked godly with Carl's
cock in her hand.

Craig
thought so too, but Jennifer didn't quite seem his type of girl. Not all the
time. Some days she did, some she didn't. He thought her body was nothing less
than a divine dream, but he just couldn't reconcile that with a sexual lust for
her. She was nice to look at, fur sure, but that was about it. Jennifer sensed
his dull desire for her and could not accept something so offensive to her ego.

'What
is wrong with this son of a bitch? Who does he think he is to dismiss me and
not flirt with me? Is he blind? Can't he tell how fucking beautiful I am? Why
doesn't he want me?' There was no way she'd take no for an answer and she made
up her mind to fuck him. She had to fuck him. At least twice.

Carl
didn't seem to notice anything odd, but Craig's body was screaming for the
orgasm that Lisa built up to for a while.

He
finally looked around for her, wondering where she went and out of the left
corner of his eye he noticed her behind the glass door. He knew that was the
only exit from the pool, but his mind wasn't all back again.

He
looked at her puzzled and she noticed her smiley face. She gleamed with joy and
he just couldn't tell why. Then he noticed her holding his clothes and looked
around. There wasn't a single piece of clothing left on the floor and in fact
even the towels were gone.

Still
too slow to wrap his mind about what Lisa was up to, he looked at Carl and
Jennifer. She saw his puzzled face and quickly abandoned Carl's cock and stood
up. Carl found himself as naked as Craig and the two of them got up.

"Why
did you stop, Jenny? You were doing great!" Her evil smile told him
something was up.

"Hey,
Carl, check this out," said Craig as he pointed to Lisa behind the glass
door.

Carl
looked at the door and there, about twenty feet away he could see Lisa waving
at him from the elevator hallway. The men looked again at each other and as
they did so, they instinctually started walking toward Lisa. Craig reached for
the handle, but to his surprise the door was blocked. It was then he realized
that the only way to open it was to use the electronic key. He reached for his
back pocket and realized he had none. The card was in his shorts and the shorts
in Lisa's arms, behind the door.

"What
the hell is going on?" asked Carl still half floating in a world of sexual
lust for Jennifer.

"I
don't know, but she does," answered Craig while pointing at Lisa.
"Lisa, what are you doing?" He knew the glass was too thick for her
to hear him, so he spread his arms and lifted his shoulders.

Lisa's
smiley face told them both that something was not right, but they just couldn't
understand what. Her face kept smiling from behind the glass while hugging their
clothing and she looked happier than Carl had seen her in a while. To their
greater surprise Lisa pointed to Jennifer. Both men turned around to see
Jennifer sitting at the table with her legs crossed and sipping on a drink. It
looked as if she was the only one with any clothing left and her two-piece
swimming suit wasn't much of it, either. She pointed her index finger at them
and summoned them over without a single word. Her finger supplied enough sex
innuendo for Carl to walk toward her, while Craig bargained in vain with Lisa
for their clothing and freedom.

"Hey,
Lisa! What the hell are you doing with our clothing? Give us back the clothes!
And unlock this door right now!" Craig's plea didn't work too good with
her.

"You
boys talk to Jennifer if you want you clothes back. She's your boss
tonight," said Lisa loudly and walked off, careful to carry not only their
clothing but their phones, too. She wasn't too sure he heard her, but she knew
he'd get the jest of it.

Craig
stood there frozen, not understanding much of what was happening when Carl's
voice brought him a few inches closer to reality.

"Hey,
Craig. You better come to the table." Carl waived at him.

He
made his way to them in small strides. His brain still floated between the
whiskey universe and the dream world of orgasmic persuasion.

"Sit
down," Jennifer invited him with a wide smile on her face. Carl was next
to her, resting his head in his palms and looking at the pool.