The Limousine (4 page)

Brenda hadn’t worn a watch, so she wasn’t sure what time it was. She glanced at the clock on the mantle and saw that it was just after five o’clock—it was now getting light outside. So it wasn’t all that surprising that Kristi was still engaged with her boyfriend, and Brenda didn’t feel especially peeved that they had left such a mess. For the first time, Brenda had gotten as good a fucking as Kristi got—even though she had been, in body at least, alone.
Brenda felt her face growing red as she listened to the sounds from the bedroom mounting in intensity, but she had to stifle a laugh. This seemed deliciously ridiculous, and the whole situation kind of turned Brenda on. Brenda found herself standing in the hallway, even though she was exhausted and desperately wanted to go to sleep. She listened to Kristi and her boyfriend, wishing she could slip in and join them. But instead of joining them—or going to her own bed—Brenda tiptoed back down the hall, past Kristi’s bedroom, and into the living room. She was a little curious, and she acted on a hunch. She turned on the TV—with the volume all the way down—and hit PLAY on the VCR. There was a tape in there, all right. It was at the beginning—the convenience of autorewind, Brenda suspected—and Brenda fast-forwarded for a few seconds. Her hunch was right—the scene that sprang onto the screen showed a very beautiful and very naked woman making love with two men.
Brenda put her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh. Brenda didn’t mind Kristi using the apartment however she wanted when she was gone—but this was ridiculous.
The sounds of lovemaking through the open bedroom door became louder. Brenda moved to turn the VCR off, but then she hesitated. Smiling to herself, she picked up the remote control, then sat down on the couch and watched the videotape while she listened to Kristi’s moans growing in intensity. She figured as long as Kristi’s “date” was still going on in there, neither Kristi nor her boyfriend would be coming into the living room. Brenda unbuckled and then kicked off her highheeled shoes. She felt deliciously nasty, but she just couldn’t stop herself. She spread her legs slightly and lifted her little white dress.
She still ached a little from last night’s fervent masturbating, but she was incredibly turned on. Brenda let one hand slide between her spread thighs while she stroked the remote control with the other. The woman on the videotape was giving one man a blowjob while the other ate her out. Brenda fast-forwarded through the blowjob, then through the scene where the first guy started to fuck her, and found, to her surprise, a scene of double penetration. She watched as the woman took one man’s cock into her pussy, before accepting the second man’s cock slowly into her asshole. Then both men started fucking her rapidly. Now that was kinky. In fact, it was turning Brenda on. Since the Master had kept her panties, she wasn’t wearing a thing under the dress. Her pussy was exposed and still a little wet, wetter as she watched the tape and listened to Kristi moaning as her boyfriend fucked her. Brenda’s fingers began to explore the slickness of her folds. As Kristi coaxed her lover to fuck her harder, Brenda began to play with her pussy.
She enjoyed exploring the soreness of her cunt, which was still raw from her fervent masturbation. She wasn’t used to getting herself off so roughly. It didn’t really hurt, just ached a little. Brenda began to tease her clit, setting the remote control between her legs so she could slip her other hand down the top of her dress. The woman on-screen certainly seemed to be enjoying the fucking she was getting. Then again that was just porn acting, right? She wondered how much of Kristi’s moans, which seemed even louder than they’d been a minute ago, were just acting. Did it matter? Brenda imagined she could put on a little porn acting of her own, but her feelings were certainly real. She started playing with her nipples as she rubbed her clitoris, then slipped one finger inside her pussy. Her pussy was getting quite wet again and didn’t feel sore at all. She began to fuck herself gently, taking her other hand out of the top of her dress so she could rub her clit at the same time.
The scene on the TV had switched to another blowjob, which interested her less than the double-penetration, but Brenda didn’t feel like grabbing the remote control, since both her hands were pretty occupied. Besides, the real show was going on in the bedroom, where she could overhear Kristi starting to talk dirty.
Brenda fucked herself with two fingers now, getting more and more enraptured in her own sensations. She wasn’t having any trouble bringing herself close to orgasm again, and she knew she’d reach it in a moment. Kristi’s cries from the other room reached a pinnacle as Brenda played with herself. Then Brenda climaxed, arching her back, lifting her ass off the couch as the cock on the screen shot streams of white come over the woman’s breasts. Brenda finished coming and settled down onto the couch, still rubbing herself absently. She closed her eyes and drifted in a soundless post-orgasmic pleasure.
It took Brenda several minutes to realize that the noises from the bedroom had stopped altogether. Kristi and her boyfriend were finished. That meant that either of them could be coming out to take a piss any minute, and they would have to walk through the living room to get to the bathroom. Oh, Shit, she thought. Brenda pulled her dress into place, stopped the VCR, shut off the TV, and wiped her fingers on the front of her skirt, not knowing what else to do. She moved toward her bedroom but almost had a heart attack when she found herself facing a yawning and very naked Kristi, coming out of her bedroom. Brenda and Kristi yelped at exactly the same moment, and Kristi’s face turned bright red even as she jumped back into her bedroom and closed the door halfway. She stuck her head out the door and said “Sorry, sorry—I didn’t see you come in. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” laughed Brenda, still breathing hard. “I just got back.”
“Be out in a minute,” said Kristi. She disappeared into her bedroom while Brenda stood there stupidly. Brenda went back to the VCR and rewound it quickly, coughing and yawning loudly to cover the telltale sound of the machine. It finished just as Kristi was coming back out of her bedroom, wearing a white nightie trimmed with lace—it plunged invitingly between her large breasts, and the hem was decent by maybe two inches: it didn’t do much to conceal the firmness of Kristi’s nipples. That was Kristi’s style—daring.
“Sorry,” Kristi said again. “I didn’t mean to flash you. I just didn’t know you were back.”
“Hey,” said Brenda. “It’s OK. I’m just getting in. You had a good time last night, I see.” Brenda glanced over the debris.
Kristi reddened more. “Sorry about the mess. I was just going to clean it up.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” said Brenda, just glad that her roommate hadn’t come out a minute earlier. “Clean it up later. I’m totally hungry.”
“I have to pee,” said Kristi brightly, crossing her legs demonstratively. “But then you want to get some breakfast? I’m starved myself.” She jerked her thumb toward the bedroom. “Romeo in there will be out for a couple of hours at least. That place on the corner opens at six.”
Brenda wasn’t hungry at all—she was feeling a little sick. But she was much too keyed up now to go to bed right away and figured some food would be good for her.
“OK,” Brenda said, looking down at her rumpled dress. “But I think I better change.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” said Kristi. “Ten minutes?” ***
Brenda went into her bedroom and closed the door. She stripped off the tiny white dress, pulling it over her head. She stood there nude in front of her full-length mirror, looking over her body in the slanting light of the sun rising through the window. The shades were open, and Brenda knew that anyone outside could probably see her plainly. But at this hour, who would be up? Still, the thought that someone might be looking, spying on her, excited her a little. She didn’t move to close the shades as she ran her fingers over her breasts and hips and thighs and ass, feeling the curves of her body. Imagining that someone might be outside watching her, so soon after dawn, seemed somehow deliciously evil. Brenda never did stuff like this, she was always very careful to close the drapes or the blinds. But she liked thinking about it. Brenda was still a little jealous of her roommate, who seemed to have no problem engaging in the most shameless exhibitionism. Brenda wished she could be a little more shameless. Last night—or this morning, more accurately—she had certainly given it a fair try. She ran her fingertips down over her breasts and touched the downy softness of her pubic hair. The Master had asked her to shave it. Perhaps Brenda should have expected it, since she knew Kristi shaved her pussy. But Brenda had guessed it was just a holdover from her days as a dancer. Instead, it seemed to be another one of the Master’s perversions, another way he controlled Kristi—and now Brenda. Brenda wasn’t sure she felt comfortable doing something like that for the Master. After all, she had never even met the guy. But as she looked in the mirror and stroked her pussy absently, thinking of who might want to look at her, she imagined that she might look sexy shaved, that much more exposed. With one hand, Brenda pinched her nipple as she ran her fingers through her pubic hair. She was getting herself more than a little turned on. As a matter of fact, Brenda found, slipping her finger down between the slightly-parted lips of her pussy, she was still wet—and getting wetter. Brenda
never
got this turned on so soon after getting off, but then again she almost never came twice in one night, either, and she’d done that before she’d even left the limousine. Then she’d gotten off again, just a few minutes before. Brenda found herself wondering if she might be able to come again, and if there was time to try it. Without deliberating long, Brenda climbed onto her unmade bed and spread her legs, starting to rub her pussy and then to focus on her clit. Now she was
really
sore. But she wanted to come. Before breakfast. Brenda started rubbing herself vigorously, imagining that someone—a man or a woman, it didn’t matter—in one of the buildings across the street was watching her and taking very close interest in the way she rubbed her pussy. Maybe it was a couple, up for an early breakfast, and they were talking about how they would like to share this girl in the apartment across the street. Brenda was panting in time with her ministrations, getting closer to her climax, but it seemed to elude her as she mounted the climb. Then there was a knock on her bedroom door.
“Ready when you are,” said Kristi cheerfully.
“Shit,” muttered Brenda under her breath. That was fast. She kept stroking herself, feeling that she was close. But it was no use—she couldn’t get off under this kind of pressure. She might be able to use her vibrator—but that thing made a hell of a racket, and Kristi would be able hear it in the living room and would be able to tell exactly what Brenda was doing in here without even trying. Kristi had tried everything to mute the sound, but the walls were just too thin. Not only that, but Kristi’s bed was right on the other side of the wall from Brenda’s (which, Brenda had to admit, was the way she liked it) so the guy sleeping in there might even get woken up. And there wasn’t time to put on music to cover the telltale hum of the vibrator. No, it just wasn’t worth it, and she just couldn’t get herself off like this. Finally Brenda’s hand came to a halt between her legs, and she climbed off the bed to get dressed. But before she did, she indulged herself and slipped her middle finger into her pussy with a faint gasp, feeling how incredibly wet she’d become. It was as if she hadn’t come in the first place. God, she was horny.
Brenda picked out a pair of white panties from her drawer and put them on, then changed her mind, stripped off the plain white cotton pair she’d chosen, and dug out the frilly, eggplant-colored lace G-string she liked so much. She slipped it on and smiled to herself as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Since she was so horny, she might as well play with it. It was already getting warm outside, and she didn’t want to have to wear much on top, so she put on a more conservative bra. Feeling daring, Brenda stepped into a pair of cutoffs that were just a little too cut off—she almost never wore them—and a tank top. The sight of her messy hair elicited a “yuck” as she looked in the mirror (she didn’t want to look
too
much like a slut at breakfast) so she pulled her hair into a pony tail. She laced up her Doc Martins and got some money out of her dresser.
Kristi was waiting on the couch, reading a month-old copy of Cosmo. She had put on a pair of black cycling shorts, a matching sports bra, and white running shoes. She of course looked incredible, even though she was a bit rumpled from the excitement last night—make that this morning. Her hair was still a mess, so she had pulled it up into a baseball cap, a much more playful solution than Brenda’s pony tail.
Brenda, slightly paranoid, could have sworn that Kristi’s gaze lingered over her a little bit longer than usual, and had a flare of naughtiness about it, as if Kristi could tell
exactly
what she was wearing underneath those tight. But Brenda told herself it was just her imagination. Then again, as Kristi led the way down the hall, Brenda found herself wondering, with more than a passing interest, exactly what
Kristi
was wearing underneath those cycling shorts—from the way they clung to her ass, it didn’t appear to be very much.
***
“So,” said Kristi when they were safely in the diner and their coffee had been poured. “Tell me
everything.
”
Brenda’s face immediately turned bright red, and Kristi laughed.
“Y-you didn’t tell
me
everything,” she finally stammered.
Kristi took a sip of coffee. “Well then, tell me what you want me to know. Then I’ll tell you some more.”
Brenda took a deep breath. “He picked me up in the limousine, and just drove me around all night. I never got to meet him.”
“That’s what I figured,” said Kristi. “He did the same thing to me the first couple of times.”
“He showed me a videotape....”
“Oh,” said Kristi. “Was it of me?”
Brenda nodded.
Kristi laughed a little. “Did you like it?”
Brenda sighed. “A lot. He wanted me to masturbate for him.”
“And you did, I’ll bet.”
“Oh yes. Twice.”
“Mmmmmm. Very good. Was it fun?”
“Lots of fun,” said Brenda. “He was videotaping me.”