Sin and Desire (12 page)

It couldn't last. They were back on the high wire, slipping, dangling and falling towards the safety net. Would they fall together or . . .?
Jenna pulled away, breaking their kiss and staring at her two handfuls of breasts. She ran her thumbs over stiff nipples one last time before pulling Ally's shirt back into place. "We should stop," she said, seeing the questioning look on her face. "We promised each other. Nothing until after the next guy." Ally nodded. Her hand moved to Jenna's thigh, into a safe zone and she smiled.
"We should probably promise to keep our hands to ourselves, too."
"Yeah, we should," Jenna agreed, locking eyes with her friend. Slowly, a smile grew on their faces. "Should," Jenna repeated.
"Didn't," Ally added.
"But should."
"Yeah," Ally said before they started laughing. 
They made a pact to wait two hours. Before going back outside, Jenna reached inside her t-shirt and undid her bra. She pulled it out through her sleeve and tossed it in her hamper. "I hardly ever do this," she said. Growing up in a small town with a strong religious streak it would have been a scandal to walk around with a bra. "Only bad girls do this."
"Welcome to the club," Ally smiled.
They went back outside with nothing better to do than stop by Café Joe's. The not-yet-spring time sun felt good on Jenna's face and made her wish she could tan instead of freckle. It felt funny walking around in public without a bra. She felt her breasts sway and bounce with every step. When winter sent a reminder that it still ruled with a stray breeze, Jenna felt her sensitive nipples tighten and her t-shirt raking against her twin points. She glanced at her chest and saw how obvious it was that her nipples were hard. "How much do you like Keith?" she asked they strolled.
"Keith or Keith's dick? Because sucking him is fun."
"You don't want to do more?"
"To him?" Ally asked and Jenna picked up on her meaning. "I think my life is cluttered enough without adding a boyfriend." Inside Joe's they bought iced lattes and sat in the sun on the sidewalk patio. "I am so fucking horny right now," Ally confessed.
"Me, too," Jenna agreed as her eyes tracked the cute butt of another guy walking down the sidewalk. "Who's our next victim?"
"Good question. That last guy wasn't very big." That started a funny conversation about the merits and demerits of Tall-Dark-and-Handsome versus Freaky-Geeky-Well-hung Scott. As they laughed Jenna never lost the significance of their conversation. They were talking about men, more precisely: men they had sucked off together. 
"How many guys do you think you've sucked off in your life?"
The quickness of her answer and its relatively low count surprised Jenna. "Eight. It could have been ten, except I never sucked off two of those guys from the summer."
"You only jerked them off?"
Ally nodded. "What can I say? I like playing with dicks." She sipped her latte, waited until a couple walked passed and went on. "I don't know. Sometimes I think I'm made wrong or something." She got a faraway look in her eyes that last only a moment. "I was dating this guy in high school my senior year. We did prom and all that. Then, at my graduation party, he broke up with me. Said he didn't think a long distance relationship was a good idea." She shrugged. "Then Rob happened." Jenna figured out she meant the first guy of the summer. "And since I like doing that. . ." Another shrug followed by a faraway look. "Here's the weird part. I like to think of it as a community service or something. The guys get to have a bit of fun. I get to have a bit of fun. Who's getting hurt?"

Jenna didn't ask if she wanted a boyfriend again. As Ally had pointed out earlier, life was complicated enough right now. "We never got that last guy's name."
"I know," Ally smiled. "Cool, isn't it?" Jenna nodded and squeezed her legs together. Damn, she felt needful. 
"How much time do we have left?"
"Another hour," Ally said.
Café Joe's was attached to a small strip of stores that included a sandwich shop, a convenient store, a used book store and a couple small boutiques. They wandered through the stores to pass the time. Jenna thought waiting would dull the needful ache she felt in the pit of her stomach. Instead, her need grew. "How did you ever go back to work feeling like this?" she asked.
"Cool, isn't it?"
"More like torture."
"It was fun watching you yesterday."
"Yeah," Jenna said. It was compromise comment. What she really wanted to say was, 
"You could have done more than watch."
 "You're really hot."
"I like seeing that red hair you have," Ally said with a purposeful glance towards Jenna's lower parts. 
Jenna felt a blush coming on and rolled her eyes at herself. Really? After everything they've done together that would embarrass her? "Tell me it's time."
"It's better than time," she said as she drifted towards the front door of the boutique store they were visiting. "I just saw a guy I knew, too."
"Is he cute?"
"Even better, my roommate dated him last semester and said he was hung." She darted out the front door. "Hey Dusty!"
The guy in the skullcap stopped and turned. He wore a pretty smile of straight, white teeth and his eyes lit up as he noticed who called his name. "Ally!" he cried and moved towards her. They pulled each other into a warm embrace. 
Jenna held back, unsure of her place. Their embrace threw her. Why would Ally hug her roommate's ex-boyfriend? For that matter, why would Ally want to pick her roommate's ex-boyfriend as their next blowjob buddy?
"Ethan, this is my girlfriend Jenna. Jenna, Ethan," Ally said while grabbing Jenna by the hand and pulling her close. Ally didn't release her hand as she cleared up part of the mystery. "Can you believe my bitch of a roommate would cheat on this hunky piece of meat?"
"Aw, water under the bridge now. What about you? Are you seeing anyone?" Ethan said. Jenna liked his dark eyes, scruffy shadow of a beard and lean, lanky frame.
"Everyone and anyone," Ally said. She held up Jenna's hand as if it meant something. Jenna smiled and tried not to react. "Which brings me to a really important question." She flashed Jenna a quick smile while Ethan looked on with interest. "Can we suck your dick?"
Ethan exploded into a deep bellow of laughter that sounded too big for his small frame. "Are you serious?" He looked between them. "Both of you?" He received two nods. "At the same time?"

"But that's all we're going to do, right?" Jenna asked, unsure because of the history between Ally and Ethan.
Ally nodded and quickly gave him the same rules the other guys had received. One blowjob, no touching and no telling. At the end she added, "We just miss doing that."
Ethan's face wore the same amazed and disbelief expression as ever other guy. He scratched the back of his head, looked back and forth as if measuring their sincerity and finally shrugged. "What the hell, right? Why not? When do you want to do this?"
"Now?" Ally asked and Ethan's face broke into another big, award winning smile.
Ethan and Ally played catch-up as they walked back to the dorm. Ethan was asked about his relationship status. "Just hanging out," he replied. There were the few obligatory questions and comments about majors and classes and life back home before they were in the elevator heading up the Jenna's room. Ethan looked relieved when they walked past Ally's room. 
It was Ethan's idea to put on some music before they got started. Jenna thought it was a good idea and was surprised no one else had made a similar suggestion. He took a moment to find a music stream on her laptop sounded like the soundtrack playing inside Café Joes. Ethan wore tight fitting jeans slung low beneath his hips and held up with a fat belt that included an even bigger belt buckle. Beneath that big buckle was a pleasant sized lump of manliness. "You're beautiful," he told Jenna and brushed a stray lock of her curls behind her ear. "It's a shame we can't touch." His eyes worked across her body and with how they lingered at her stiff nipples she could guess where he would like to touch. 
"It's just a blowjob," Ally reminded him as she cupped the package in the front of his pants. Their eyes met and for a long moment Jenna was sure they were going to kiss. It never happened. 
"You know, that's something your roommate hardly ever did."
"She's a bitch."
"Yeah," Ethan agreed and his dark eyes fluttered as a wave of pleasure moved through him. "Can you feel that? You're making me hard."
"We want you to be hard," Ally said. She pulled Jenna closer, nodded and Jenna understood what she should do. She worked the big buckle and unsnapped his pants. 
"I should warn you, it's been a while," he mumbled as he watched their hands. 
"How long?" Jenna asked.
"A month or two," he admitted. She found that answer surprising. How could anyone ignore this cute man for that long? It felt sinful. 
"Since . . .?" Ally asked without saying her roommate's name.
"No, not quite that long," Ethan chuckled. "That stung, but please."
"Good answer," Jenna said and pulled open his pants. He hadn't bothered with underwear, either. She had to tug and coax his skinny jeans downward. As she did, Ally pulled out his cock and Jenna smiled as she knelt and found herself face to face with Ethan's stiffening prick. The rumor was true. Ethan's cock was as fat as Keith, maybe fatter and longer. Better yet, as his cock grew harder it stood upright, too. Jenna gave his cockhead a kiss before helping out of his shoes and pants. 
Ethan was pushed backwards on the extra bed and they went to work on him. "This is so crazy," he moaned with an appreciative smile on his face. "I can't believe this is happening to me."
"Believe it," Ally giggled and took a turn bobbing her head up and down his fuck-stick. Jenna couldn't stand it. She pressed close and they did him together. They sandwiched his cock between their open mouths and moved up and down in unison.
"Incredible," he purred with that same happy smile.
"You have a great cock," Jenna told him, caressing his balls while Ally sucked and realizing his balls felt different. "Are you shaved?" she asked, surprised and pleased with her discovery.
"Something an ex-girlfriend liked," he said and shrugged. "I decided I liked it, too."
Jenna pressed her mouth against his smooth balls. His balls were big and his lack of pubic hair felt good. She noticed the rest of his hair was cropped close, too. It was a sexy look. She kissed her way up his shaft and took another turn sucking him when her friend pulled away. "Doesn't she look good doing that?" Ally asked. 
"You both do," Ethan diplomatically said.
Ally moved behind Jenna, pressed against her back and wrapped her arms around her redheaded friend. Ally's hands cupped Jenna's breasts, easily finding stiff nipples and rolling them between her fingers and thumbs. "Suck it," she said. Jenna already was but still reacted to Ally's words. "Sucking that big dick makes your nipples so hard." Ally's encouragement made her caress feel more right. It felt as if their tightrope slipped closer to the net. Yes, Ally was groping her chest but that was okay, wasn't it? It felt good. It made Jenna enjoy the big cock in her mouth even more. That wasn't gay, was it?
"You do it," Jenna insisted, moving out from between Ally and Ethan's manhood. Once Ally took over sucking, Jenna repaid the favor. She covered Ally's breasts with her hands and massaged their perky firmness. "Look at him," she told her friend, pressing her mouth close to Ally's ear. She could smell the flowery sweetness of Ally's shampoo and conditioner. Ethan was watching with wide open eyes and a hungry, needful look. He looked amazed and appreciative at the same time and Jenna better understood community service comment Ally had made at Joe's. 
"I'm so close," he said.
"Can you do it twice?" Jenna asked. 
"It's really been a while," he nodded, looking excited at the opportunity.
"Cum in her mouth," Jenna told him, unwilling to let go of Ally's body. She slipped a hand between Ally's legs and rubbed her pussy through her tight yoga pants while keeping her other hand on Ally's chest. It was the gayest thing Jenna had ever done. She felt their tightrope moving closer to the net. The net looked so inviting, too. What if she slipped her hand inside Ally's pants? Would that be the same as taking a step off their tightrope and bouncing up and down on the safety of the net? She heard Ally moan. "Suck it," she said again. "Make him cum." Despite the placement of her hands, she felt safe on their tightrope until she felt Ally's hand sliding over hers, pressing and holding Jenna's hand against her pussy, as if telling her not to stop. Jenna felt the rope drop closer to the net but she didn't stop.
"OH yeah!" Ethan groaned in an appreciative bellow that reminded Jenna of his deep, full laughter. "I'm cumming! So good. . . So go-ood!" His dark eyes fluttered as his chest heaved. Jenna could see his hips bucking and she felt the smallest tingle of jealousy that her friend's mouth was the one receiving the reward of their hard work. The very next moment she felt Ally shiver and realized her friend was having an orgasm, too! Had she done that? Had Jenna given Ally an orgasm or had Ally made it happen when she cupped her hand over Jenna's? Did it matter?
Ally twisted, turned and grabbed the back of Jenna's head. Their lips met with the ferocity of a force of nature. The immoveable object had broken free and was colliding with the irresistible force. Their tongues met and their bodies melted together. Jenna tasted Ethan's cum on Ally's tongue. She chased after the treat of his salty semen, pulling and sucking on her friend's tongue while never losing track that she was kissing a girl. She felt Ally grabbing at her ass. Jenna's hand was sandwiched between their bodies and groped her friend's chest. They had kissed before. They had touched before. Jenna didn't know why this felt different, except it did. Was it because Ally had had an orgasm? Was it the way she pressed Jenna's face against hers? Was it something in the kiss that felt different? She felt their tightrope dropping closer to the net and clung to the taste of Ethan's orgasm shared between their mouths. 
This isn't new,
 she lied to herself. 
We've done this. It's what we do. We suck and then kiss. No big deal.
 But the aching need for more she felt between her legs said otherwise.
"I want that," Ethan softly said as he stared at the kissing women. His soft voice was a reminder they weren't alone.
"Whew!" Ally said, pulling away from their kiss with stars in her eyes. She smiled at Jenna before asking Ethan, "Want what?"
"Whatever you two have," he said with an open-faced look of awe and appreciation.
"Hard to believe we're not really gay, isn't it?" Ally said, finally correcting her earlier implication. 
"Right," he smirked.
"Honestly!" Jenna insisted, quickly pulling her hand off Ally's tit. "We just like to kiss afterwards."
"And touch," Ethan said, still smiling.
"Maybe a little," she blushed. How much of an explanation did she owe him? She didn't know Ethan. He was Ally's friend. 
"It's only gay if you close your eyes when you kiss," Ethan said.
"I thought it was 
It's only gay if you push back,
?" Ally asked and their jokes lightened the mood between them.
"Is it gay when I do this?" Jenna asked, leaning over and kissing his cock.
"No, that's heavenly," he sighed.
"Can you really do it again?" Ally asked. He nodded.
"Like I said, it's been a while and that was really good."
"Do you need to rest?"
"Does it look that way?" he asked, rubbing his still hard cock. Jenna started sucking him again. He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand before pulling it away. "You should take off your shirt," he murmured.
"Why? You're not allowed to touch," she asked between mouthfuls of his manhood.
"But I still have eyes."
"Do it," Ally said, already tugging at Jenna's t-shirt. She had it worked up her chest. Jenna pulled away from Ethan's big dick and allowed her friend to finish the job.
"You have to do it, too," Jenna insisted. She held her head to one side as she sucked Ethan and watched Ally pulling off her top.
"Keep going," he said.
Ally looked at Jenna. "Do it," Jenna said. When Ally stayed frozen in place, Jenna reached behind herself. She slipped her yoga pants over her ass and halfway down her thighs. Ally pulled them off her feet before standing and taking off her pants, too. Jenna felt the tightrope slipping inches away from the invitation of the net.
Ally nudged next to Jenna for a turn at sucking Ethan. Jenna pulled away and admired the man in front of them. He was cute, a fun mix between geeky and hipster. She wondered when he pulled off his shirt? His lean body was an invitation she wanted to accept. She caressed his flat stomach, followed the line of twisty hair from his bellybutton on down and caressed his cock while Ally still sucked him. She rubbed his balls and knew as long as she kept her hands on him, her hands wouldn't be on Ally.
It felt right being naked with Ethan and Ally. Jenna felt exposed. She felt hyper-aware of her nudity and theirs. Being naked made her feel vulnerable. Nakedness meant more than being exposed. Naked was an act of trust and faith. Or an invitation. Which was it? Last time she was naked with Ally they had been separated by beds pushed against opposite walls. Minutes ago they had touched and groped through the safety barrier of their clothes. She pulled back a bit and admired the raw sexuality of watching Ally sucking Ethan. Seeing her do it wearing clothes had been hot. This was hotter. She could see Ally's perky breasts sway as she moved. She could see Ally's nipples hard and needful. She knew how that felt. Her nipples ached, too. 
"My turn," Jenna insisted, pushing close and pulled Ethan to her mouth. 
This was safer. This was why they were there, wasn't it? It wasn't about touching, petting or seeing the other girl aroused. It was about the thrill of sucking a dick, wasn't it? Why else were they doing it? As a joke? As a way of teasing themselves? As a way of exposing men as the horn-dogs they were? The concept of community service fell away from the act. None of those explanations fit and they never had. This was never about the man or his need for an orgasm. This was a completely selfish act performed as way to tease her libido. Yes, Jenna wanted the man to have an orgasm. Yes, she wanted to taste his creamy orgasm and savor its unique flavor and texture. She didn't care about it as a gift of an orgasm for him. She cared about it for the singular thrill of doing it. Making these men experience an orgasm had been a form of victory, a salty surprise for a job well done. Getting the man naked had been part of the dance. Never mind how easy it was to find a man willing to expose the very essence of his manhood to the risk of her teeth biting and tearing. She would never do that, though it was an amazing element. No, Jenna knew it was about the man exposing himself, offering himself to her attentions in hopes of receiving a pleasure.
And what did it mean that she was now naked, too? She didn't need to be naked to suck him. Neither did Ally, so why had they done it? Because Ethan had been kinder than the other guys? Because Ethan was cute and well-hung and thoughtful enough to think of playing music while they played? No, that didn't fit. Jenna realized she was naked because she wanted to be naked. She wanted to receive the same gifts they were offering Ethan. And she wanted to share that gift with Ally. She wanted to be the reason why Ally climaxed.
Jenna pulled away from the prop of Ethan and his beautiful, hard cock. The tightrope between her and Ally had landed on the net and Jenna knew it had never mattered. Being branded as "straight" had no greater value than being called "gay" or "bisexual" or anything else. There was sex. Sex equaled joy and nothing else matter. Labels weren't descriptions; they were chains that held people back from experiencing life to its fullest. 
If I do this, then I'm going to be called that.
What a silly and stupid way to approach life!
"Suck him," Jenna said as she traded places with Ally. Her pretty friend with the long, straight brown hair eagerly slid between Ethan's legs. She nursed on his balls while stroking his long, hard cock. When Ally's mouth wrapped around Ethan's prick, Jenna knew how it felt for her friend. Ally would taste and feel the wetness Jenna's mouth had left behind. It was a kiss, once removed. "Does that make you wet?" Jenna asked and caressed Ally's rump, rubbing the firmness of her ass without doing anything more.