Engaged (The ABCs of Erotica) (7 page)

I woke up, wanting to leave. I couldn’t see Zoe until I saw Cooper, and I couldn’t see Cooper until I left Leigh’s.
 

But Jenny wasn’t going to let me.
 

“How do you like your drink?” she asks.
 

I sip as she runs her hands across my stomach. “It’s perfect,” I say, though it’s too much vodka to orange juice, and the juice is too tart.

“No, it isn’t,” She laughs. “But you are.”
 

Jenny takes her hand from my stomach and brings her lips to mine.
 

She sets her drink on the small glass table in front of us. I set mine beside it. She removes her black bikini top. It belongs to Leigh, as does mine. I take mine off and drop it on the floor beside hers.
 

She lies down, her back to the wicker and ass pressed into the cushion. Her knees are up, ankles spilling over the edge. I nestle to the side, kissing her.

I circle my tongue around Jenny’s nipple, then clamp my mouth to her breast. Her breasts are nothing like Leigh’s, which are full and almost heavy with perfection. Jenny’s are so light they’re barely there.

I finish with her breast, then return to her mouth, tasting Jenny before leaning back into the cushions behind me.
 

Jenny squeezes my tit from the bottom so my hard nipple protrudes. She flicks it with her tongue to make me want her more than I already do, then lightly laps it, taking her time, doing what she promised to make my extra stay worthwhile.
 

I woke from my morning nap drenched in sweat, with Leigh’s fingers running the length of my body. “Are you awake?” she whispered. “I have to go.”
 

I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes.
 

“What time is it?”
 

“Early afternoon,” she said. “I have to meet someone. About maybe showing at the Sunrise Gallery. But I wanted to say goodbye first.”
 

We shared our final kiss and said our farewell. I felt sadder than I imagined I would, especially considering I’d not seen or spoken to Leigh in years, and only came over to fuck.
 

Jenny was there as I stepped out of the shower, waiting to seduce me.
 

“All clean,” she said, handing me a towel.
 

“I am.” I nodded, looking her up and down. “Why are you in a bathing suit?”
 

“You’re on vacation, right?” She laughed. “I wanted to be on vacation with you, before you leave.”
 

I took the towel, smiling, and started drying my hair. Jenny grabbed another. I used the first to wrap my hair, then rubbed the other all over my body.
 

“I’m not really on vacation,” I corrected. “It’s a journey of self-discovery.” I laughed because it sounded ridiculous, even though that’s exactly what Richard would have called it.
 

“So, why leave already? Are you really finished?”

“I guess,” I said. “I came here for Leigh, and now she’s gone.”
 

“And you never expected me?”
 

“No,” I shook my head. “Not at all.”
 

She smiled. “What if I’m part of your adventure? What if there’s something you’re still supposed to discover?”
 

I smiled back, dropped my towel on the floor, and kissed her.
 

“Goodbye,” I said.

“But what if we’re not finished?”
 

I raised my eyebrows.
 

“You’re supposed to explore yourself, right? Well, maybe there’s some stuff you can explore with me.”

“I don’t know,” I said, considering my thoughts before I turned them to words. “I think I got what I needed from Leigh. You were a delicious surprise. But I’m supposed to explore my past, not jeopardize my present.”
 

“Are you? It sounded like Richard wanted you to explore what makes you happy.”

I had just dried my pussy, but it was so wet already. I tried to fight her: “I don’t think Leigh would like that.”
 

Jenny smiled, took a step closer, and whispered, “Leigh told me to ask. She said to give you my
special
.”
 

I had no idea what Jenny’s
special
was, but my mind and body agreed it was likely worth discovery. I kissed her, and didn’t stop until she was pulling me from the bathroom to dress me in a white bikini.
 

Now she is taking it off.
 

Jenny adds my bottoms to the tops on the ground, then slips her hand between my legs and starts to stroke my blushing skin. I lift my ass from the cushion, and push it against Jenny’s hand as she runs her fingers up and down just inside my lips. I fondle my breasts while I watch her, moving from one to the other, squeezing flesh and pinching nipples. My other hand curls into her hair.
 

Her rubbing grows insistent as we kiss. I feel impatient. I’m hungry for Jenny, but I’ve already started thinking about what’s next. Bits of my mind and body are already traveling. I’m hungry for cock — Cooper’s, since I still can’t have Richard’s — and am tired of waiting. We’ve been sipping and kissing and brushing and licking for nearly an hour. I’m wet and wanting.
 

Like an order I say, “Eat my pussy.”
 

Jenny brushes my sweet, slippery lips with her fingers, then pulls her hands from my middle and scrambles down from the top until her face is between my legs. “Is this where you want me?” she says, looking up and finding my eyes.
 

“Yes,” I nod. “Now lower your face.”

She pushes her lips to my pussy and starts gently moving her mouth sideways. I’m so primed, so ready and juiced after a long day spent fucking with only naps to space encounters, I’m already edging, and could cum any second. It will be hard. I worry that I won’t want to leave.
 

I scoot slightly higher on the lounge chair for a view of what Jenny is doing. She sees me watching and makes more of a show.
 

She pulls her face away, shows me her palm, presses it hard to my pussy, rubs it in several wide circles — all fast — and pulls her hand from her cunt and shows me her palm, soaking wet, glistening with my dew in the sun.
 

I moan, close my eyes, tilt my head, and wait for Jenny’s pleasure.

My moans are loud. Hungry. Immediate. Her fingers never leave my soaking hole, rubbing faster as she crawls onto the chair to kiss me. I pull her mouth to mine, needing her, glad she convinced me to stay.
 

Sensitive already, I cum all over her hand as she plunges.

My orgasm’s explosive. Hard. It pierces my body. A barrage of memory, guilt, and need, fueled by a hunger I can’t quite describe, washes all over me. There’s something intoxicating about Jenny, but I can’t afford to be drunk.
 

Not with Richard waiting.
 

I want to drink my fill and leave.
 

I finish, then turn to Jenny. “Do you want me?”
 

She whimpers and nods. No words.
 

I pull off her panties. She stops fucking me with her fingers long enough to roll on her side and lift her knees in the air. I tug at her elastic as she hurriedly adjusts her body so she’s flat on her back.
 

Jenny lies on the cushion and spreads her legs wide. Her right limb dangles over the edge, her left makes an upside down V with her knee in the air. She reaches around, sets her hand at the back of my head, and pulls my mouth to her tit. I push my palm to her pussy and start to rub.
 

I lick her nipple, rubbing cunt and wanting to slip my fingers inside her. She is soaking and hungry. I make myself wait, to elongate her pleasure.
 

Jenny whimpers, “I need your mouth.”
 

Again, we kiss, different now than it was earlier, when Leigh was with us and she was an accessory. The way Jenny kisses me now, I can’t get enough. It’s needy and urgent. Makes me feel craved. She clutches my chin with trembling fingers, and lightly gobbles at my lips.

Our tongues flick against each other.
 

My need for Jenny is deeper than expected. I rub faster, wanting her more, then I pull away from our kiss and pant, “I want your special.”
 

She laughs as if she’s been waiting for my request.
 

Jenny is naked and dewy, her makeup slightly runny from our earlier adventure. She’s not showered like me, and is still sweetly reeking from a morning spent between me and Leigh. I drip with anticipation as she bends over the cushion and fumbles for something I can’t see.
 

Jenny surfaces from over the side, holding her prize like a trophy, laughing. I laugh too, because it’s hilarious.
 

Jenny is holding a dildo, except it isn’t
just
a dildo. It’s a double phallus: well over a foot long, maybe as much as a foot and a half. It’s flesh-colored, with a large, rubber tip.

“Oh my God,” I say, holding out my hand. “Can I have it?”

Jenny sets the dildo in my open palm. I wrap my fingers around it, excited. She leans back against the pile of pillows behind her, pushes her body against them, and parts her legs, expectant.
 

I take the dildo’s bottom tip and make small circles on her pussy. I giggle, most of me wanting to shove the large, rubber dick into my cunt. I must be patient.
 

I stave off insanity by making tighter circles on Jenny’s pussy, clamping my mouth to her tits, and suckling hard on the nipple.

I use the dildo’s shaft, dragging it lengthwise down Jennie’s soaking lips, wedging it in between her folds and dragging the shaft up and down. I lean over and start licking the tip, flicking the rubber bulb playfully with my tongue, pretending it’s an actual dick. Jenny is moaning, arching her body backward, running a hand through her long, blonde hair, and laughing at my show.

“Pretend it’s your man, Richard.”
 

I smile, part my lips, put them to the rubber tip, and slowly lower my mouth down the shaft, pretending it’s Richard.

“That’s yummy,” she says. “Now put it in my pussy.”

I grip the double phallus tightly in my left hand, position a tip to her entrance, and push it past her soaking flaps as she rubs in circles up top.
 

Juice is everywhere. Her scent is ripe, even outdoors.

I keep fucking her mouth with mine while shoving the rubber dick in and out of her clenching hole as fast as I can. She screams, moans, and rattles like I want her to. I go even faster.

The rubber cock is odd in my hand. I’m jerking it in and out of Jenny so fast, it feels like a hard dick getting jacked. I pull away from her mouth and lower my eyes to the phallus, wanting to watch as it penetrates Jenny.
 

She rubs herself into an orgasm. Moans tighten, and edge closer together. I feel an urgent need to make Jenny cum, and make her want me, so I’m the only thing she and Leigh will whisper about, for days after my leaving.

She cums, and I fuck Jenny hard through a minute of screaming. Frantically, she pants, “Put it in you, Liza. Hurry. I’m ready to cum again. Fuck me!
Please.
”

I slide my fingers up through my lips, then move them to my face as they drip. “Tell me how this will feel,” I say.

“Amazing,” she says. “Like a man and a woman at once.”

I wonder why Leigh didn’t want to share this with me. Maybe it’s something intimate, shared between just her and Jenny.
 

For a moment I feel like an invader, and think that maybe I shouldn’t have come. But that’s bullshit. Leigh, like Richard, is an explorer.

I position my body opposite Jenny. The chair is perfect for both of us. I wonder how often she and Leigh have used it together. My back’s to the cushion on one side, Jenny to the other. My legs are parted, knees spread over hers. The dildo hangs from her pussy. I grab it, stuff it inside me, then push my pelvis onto the giant, rubber cock.

Jenny toys with her tits, moaning. I play with my pussy.
 

Both of us are grabbing our end of the double phallus and fucking ourselves, swaying back and forth, staring at our middle, watching the two-sided dick go deep inside our holes.

I am dripping. Out of control. Unable to think. Richard’s a flutter of thought. Leigh is slightly more than that — I had her just hours before — but mostly it’s me and Jenny, fucking each other, a dildo between us, plunging at once.

I explode. She explodes with me.
 

I want to give Jenny pleasure, want to reach out and touch her pussy as I’m touching myself. I want to feel her body shiver with mine. But I can’t. I can do nothing but shake through explosions as they work through my body.
 

We descend together, never killing our mutual gaze, then kiss.

“Will you remember me?” Jenny asks as we part