by Cyan
Copyright 2002 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
I looked down at Jeff, asleep. The sun was up but it was still early and I cursed my saturday morning work hours. Taking in his naked form and recalling our beautiful night, I decided to let him rest and slipped silently out of bed.
The sunlight revealed more of his bedroom than I'd noticed the previous night and I felt the desire to explore, finding I was smiling even though there was no one to see my smile. For all the weeks since we'd met, for all the nights at my place, this was my first time at his. I found my clothes, realizing I'd have to rush home to change unless I was going to show up at work in tight jeans and a skimpy belly shirt, so I quickly dressed.
He slept. I looked down at him, again feeling the impulse to wake him, to climb back in with him. That moment I hoped against hope that he would be the one. I certainly knew I was ready to do anything for him. Fighting the impulse to wake him, I compromised by leaning down and lightly kissing his hair. He stirred but didn't wake. Then, still walking on air, I carefully opened the door and slipped out.
A woman stood in the kitchen area, making coffee at the island. I froze for a moment, confused. "Coffee?" she said, and smiled.
She was tall, tall and built, and the tee shirt and bikini panties she wore showed she was in perfect shape. "I'm the apartment-mate, Jill," she said. As she said it, she looked me up and down and something about the way she did so made me pause. Realizing I was still in dating clothes I figured I was something of a sight though she certainly was less dressed than I. "Obviously Jeff never mentioned me," she said.
"No," I mumbled. I realized I was being a wimp and that wouldn't do. So Jeff has an apartment-mate, a female apartment-mate. Such things were done, I supposed. Among some people. I'd never known anyone to do it, not if they weren't attached.
She grinned as if she read my every thought. "Here," she said, handing me a cup. "I won't bite." I took the cup, but simply stared into it. And soon realized I needed to get a grip on myself.
"I gotta run," I heard myself say. It was certainly true. Then another woman walked into the room.
She was barefoot, her walk silent. She was blonde, my height, and wore only a short nightgown. Too short, perhaps, the idea that she'd wear such a thing freely in Jeff's apartment niggled at me. She came to stand right next to Jill. Very close. "Oh, Karen, Anne; Anne, Karen." Jill obviously knew my name. Anne smiled. They both looked at me, smiling. The name 'Anne' bothered me briefly but I couldn't put my finger on why.
Then they kissed, a quick kiss on the lips. Perfectly in synch, they both turned their heads quickly toward each other, kissed, then looked back at me. Premeditated to show me, it was obvious. "Gotta go," I said, feeling myself smile nervously.
"Bye," said Jill, smiling brightly. "Come again."
I dashed out, turned the corner, ready to be gone, but still feeling confused, as if I didn't yet know my own mind. I passed the bathroom door, then realized I'd better take a quick look.
My hair was tolerable. I gave my face a quick wash, realizing I needed something to wake me up since I felt like I was stuck in a dream. For a moment I worried over which towel to borrow, then simply grabbed one. The I sat on the lid of the toilet, wondering whether I was ready to face the world. Jeff living with--a woman? Two? But I seemed to recall Jill implying she was his one apartment-mate. A lesbian.
I heard talking, male. I needed to get going, but thought about returning to say hello. But with Jill there, it would be so complicated. I slipped out the bathroom door, the front door within reach. But they'd all probably hear me leave.
"...a pretty little thing," came Jill's voice. "You did well."
I froze. You try not to eavesdrop, but when it happens... "I do my best," said Jeff.
I puzzled over the way he put it. Jill laughed. "She'll do just nicely, won't she, Jeffy?" There was no response. Then Jill went on: "You like her, don't you?"
It was too much. I didn't understand their conversation at all, not the way Jill was putting it. I quietly stepped back toward the kitchen, peeking in. Jeff stood at the island, in his boxers. Jill was circling it toward him. He didn't watch her. "You like this Karen," she said, almost taunting him. "Admit it."
"Yes," he said.
She had something in her hand. She put it on the counter behind him, then approaching him from behind, she suddenly jerked his boxers down.
I almost gasped. He was left uncovered. "You like little Karen, making sweet love to her, don't you?" She had the thing off the counter again, straps and...
She put it on: it was a dildo, a strap-on dildo. "You've got her interested, don't you? I could see it in her, she's ready to walk hot coals for you, isn't she? Just like I told you." Wearing the thing, she approached him from behind, smearing lubricant on it. Then she smeared it between his cheeks. He simply stood there. I was frozen, paralyzed. She finished and put down the jar. "Remember," she said, as she positioned herself. "You'll say you've got needs." She spoke as she moved. Behind him she was very nearly his height. "You tell her. You need to see two women together. She knows men are like that. It's just that your need is strong." As she said it, she pushed it into him. He stood rock still, his boxers around his ankles. "She's ready, she'll do anything you say, just tell her you need it." She laughed again. "Then I'll take it from there. Just like Anne."
She was fucking him. Doing him, his rear right there in the kitchen, standing at the island. "Hard to believe the way they take to it, isn't it?" said Jill. "At first she'll only do it to please you, wondering why you aren't there to watch. You'll say you're one of those men who just likes knowing it's happening, right?" She laughed again. "She'll buy it and she'll oblige you, but soon she'll be confused, won't she? We won't show her what you really are just yet, will we? She'll find that obliging me brings the same satisfaction. She'll be so confused, won't she, wondering why she finds it fulfilling to meet my needs?"
After that she simply "did" him. I tried to digest what she'd said, to make sense of it. He simply stood there, my Jeff, saying nothing, taking what she gave him. I didn't know what to do, whether to burst in, whether to get out fast even if it meant them hearing the door slam.
Coming to my senses, I realized Jill was looking right at me. She'd stopped doing it, looking at me as if amazed. Then she withdrew, patting him on the rear once, and said: "Back to your room, big boy." He pulled up his pants and she seemed to draw his attention away from me. Soon he was gone, never having noticed me.
She walked toward me, still wearing that obscene thing. I could tell she noticed when I nervously glanced down at it once. She reached me and I still hadn't run. She smiled, but her smile made me decidedly uncomfortable. "Hanging around where you're not supposed to be," she said, sort of a question, but more of a statement. I was frozen. She simply looked at me.
Then, slowly, she reached, taking hold of my shirt, at the hem. Still smiling, she slowly lifted. I needed to run, to get out of there, to forget Jeff, to forget Jill and Anne and the whole morning, the whole six weeks. I stared at her, into her eyes. She lifted. I didn't move, scared out of my wits. She lifted further and my breasts were revealed. Nothing to hers, but I stood there, uncovered, not making the slightest move to protect myself. Then, positively grinning, she let go and took my hand.
She led me, across the kitchen, still wearing that thing, to the door from which I'd earlier seen Anne emerge. And through it.
Anne sat, in the middle of the bed, her back to the wall, her knees raised. She wore nothing. She simply looked at us. "Out," said Jill and Anne quickly got up and left, closing the door. I heard her bare feet in the rest of the apartment for moments, then silence.
Jill took my chin, raising my face toward hers. I simply stood there, still feeling too scared to move. For moments, our eyes were locked, each second I felt the desire to look down. Then in a sudden but smooth movement, she lifted my shirt all the way off. I must have helped, raising my arms, by instinct or something, given how quickly she accomplished it. Then she had something in her hand.
It was furry, probably fake fur. She slipped it around my wrist and I saw it could hold two wrists, she was about to bind me. Panic seized me and I felt myself stiffen and started thinking about where she'd thrown my shirt. "Relax," she whispered. She held out her hand, obviously asking that I give her my other wrist. "Have you ever been brought to complete and utter arousal, all while you were helpless to do a thing about it?" She said no more, simply held out her hand. My one wrist was captured. She was making no move to do both other than to hold out her hand.
I didn't move. I couldn't. I analyzed my thoughts, my feelings. I wasn't running. It had to be that something inside me didn't want to run. Unless I was too scared to move, instinctively frozen as if my predator would thereby lose sight of me. Finally she slowly reached forward and took my other arm and hand. So slowly that I had all the time in the world to escape.
She looked into my eyes once she held my hand, her eyes telling me that I'd allowed this. As she gazed at me, she brought my wrists together. And finished the job. "Nice," she said with a smile. Then leaving me standing, she stood back and took that thing off. I didn't mean to look, but I took in her dress again, the tee-shirt, the bikini panties. "That'll be later," she said tossing the thing aside and grinning.
Then she knelt in front of me, her eyes now on the fastening of my jeans. Not looking up at me even once, she began to undo them, working slowly, watching as if it absorbed her completely, that it was something she must accomplish carefully. Soon she had them open and pushed down, revealing my panties. "Back up," she said.
The bed was behind me. She took my hips gently but firmly and started me moving backward, slowly until I felt the edge. It was obvious she wanted me to sit and I did so, perhaps partly because I lost my balance. With that, she pulled off my shoes and pulled the jeans the rest of the way off. "Turn over," she said.
There was suggestion in her voice. But at the same time there was a coldness, like steel. I obeyed quickly. She immediately took hold of my panties, at my hips and began to pull. "Ah," she said as she revealed me completely. "I'll certainly enjoy doing this." My panties were around my thighs and she still pulled them down, finally off. "But we'll defer that. I saw the fear in your eyes when I wore my little toy."
She put her hands on my back and began to caress me. My wrists were awkwardly under my body, bound. Her hands went over my rear, lingering. Fingers finally went between my legs, down. "Wet," she said, and I heard amusement in her voice. "So wet. Stand."
She helped me and all I could think of was the touch of her fingers, there, and how I wanted, needed her to touch me more. Please! But she took my hand and led me out of the room, naked.
The kitchen and living area were empty. She took me to Jeff's room and opened the door.
Both were there, naked, Jeff lying on the bed flat on his back, Anne straddling him, obviously with him inside her. She twisted to look at us, matter-of-factly. He stared at me. I could see he was breathing, his mouth open, aroused, beside himself. Jill pulled me back out and closed the door.
Jeff's face haunted me. The raw desire, as if he were beyond control, a prisoner. And yet I sensed him speaking to me in the way he looked at me. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please forgive me. It was there in his face, I know it was.
She led me into the kitchen, to the island, my back to it. "Up," she said, and then suddenly she lifted me to sitting on it. I couldn't believe her strength. Then she lay me down on my back, down the length of it. "Nice," she said.
I lay there, in front of her. She ran a hand up and down my body again, this time touching my nipples, and my sex. I thought of Jeff and Anne, they could come out and see us any moment. Jill smiled at me. "You want it. You want it all, don't you. You like this, every second of it, every detail. Will they come out and see you? Will they? What will I do next?" As she said the last, her hand went back to my sex, touching, caressing, entering me.
My breathing came fast and I felt myself lose control. "You know, in a little while you're going to pay for this pleasure. How long should I keep you like this?" I suddenly knew I was ready, the moment was at hand. I knew she sensed it. I looked into her eyes as she watched me.
No. She didn't bring me to it, she eased up. I almost gasped at the realization, that she was deliberately holding back. I felt myself teetering on the edge before finally gaining a grip on myself. But once I did so her fingers began again.
"Tell me when you're ready," she said.
"I'm ready!" I said immediately, wondering if my voice were too breathy to be understood.
She grinned. And eased up again. "Well, you'll have to wait. We can go on all day, you know."
I felt just a touch of rage in myself. My wrists were bound, holding me prisoner. But far beyond my bound wrists was the state she had me in. I needed it, I needed her to finish me. I had to have it. She smiled again, once again as if she saw my every thought, my every emotion. "You could beg," she said.
I didn't. A touch of anger helped me keep my pride. Her fingers worked again, bringing me close. Closer, and I knew she was finally going to allow me to come.
But she didn't. "Please!" I begged.
"What?"
"Please!"
"What'll you do for me?"
"Anything!"
She leaned closer to me. "Yes you will," she said, and kissed me.
It was soft, so soft, and somehow I hadn't expected that. Her fingers still touched me but I found myself lost in the kiss, my eyes closed. Finally, after minutes, she withdrew. "You will do anything for me," she whispered. Then, moving away from me, she pulled off her tee-shirt. Her body was so spectacular, so fit yet so sexual. Still in her panties, she pulled on my body shifting my rear closer to the edge of the island. Then I found out why: she bent down between my legs and began to use her tongue.
I love that. I admit it, I'm a slave to a man's tongue. Or any tongue as it turned out, and Jill apparently knew me through and through, the way I like it. If I'd had any semblance of control, I lost it at that moment, my breath coming of its own volition, the sinking feeling of the faintness washing through me. I had to have it, what she was giving me, she needed to finish, I needed it so badly. In my thrashing I saw Jeff, then Anne, standing above me. They were dressed, looking down at my helpless form. Jeff leaned close, his lips touching my ear. "Tonight," he whispered. "Tonight they'll be gone and it'll be just us." The thought of being with him again, it drove me even closer to the point. Then they were gone, he and Anne and all I saw was the ceiling. Then...
"No!" I screamed. The room was suddenly silent and still. Jill had stopped, something in my voice told her this wasn't mere passion. I felt my arousal dissipate, disappear in seconds. This is not what I want! Not Jeff in bed with her, then whispering endearments to me, not me in the hands of this woman, not being part of their little games. "I have to go," I said, attempting to sit up.
"Relax," said Jill, now standing above me, but she undid my wrists.
"Where are my clothes?" Even to myself, my voice sounded so pitiful and when I glanced at Jill I saw concern. I was late for work too. So much for getting out the door on time. She helped me up and steadied me as I regained my balance.
"Here," she said, pointing to the bedroom she'd taken me before. She still wore only her panties, and even as I found my clothes and sat on the edge of her bed dressing, I caught myself glancing at her. No!
"I have to go," I said, nerves making me speak too quickly. Finding my shoes, I stood, dressed, and zipped past her, but she caught my hand and I found myself turned toward her.
"It's all right," she said, looking into my eyes, concerned. "Don't worry." Then she let me go.
As I closed their front door behind me I didn't pause, but walking away I felt a tug backward, inside me. She had been genuinely concerned. She must have been manipulating me in such manner because she truly felt I wanted it all. I thought about whether to rush home or to show up at work in my present state. In the end, I blew off work, it was only a side job. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling again, trying to make sense of it all.
Jeff. For weeks we'd been dating. In the bed where I lay thinking, he had been so sweet. I stood up suddenly, almost fainting in the process, then paced. Then I looked in the refrigerator. All afternoon I was pitiful girl, watching my favorite video, feeding my face. When it was over, I nearly started it again, but instead I ended up staring at the wall.
A knock sounded at the door. I didn't move, and no voice came through after it. But after a minute, the knock sounded again. And again, a bit later. I finally answered it.
Jill stood there, in jeans and a sweatshirt, smiling. "You're wondering what you're going to do," she said. She held a bag, and pushed past me into the apartment even as I stood there wondering whether to shut the door in her face. She pulled out a bottle of wine. "This'll help," she said.
She seemed so sincere, just as she'd been when I left. The outrageous things I'd heard her saying earlier were now just a vague memory. She reached in the bag again. And pulled out the dildo.
* * *
I lay on my bed, faced down, naked. The bottle of wine, half empty, stood on the nightstand next to us. "Relax," she said. "You can do it." I tried my best. She was taking me as she had Jeff, that morning while I'd been watching. This was something I'd never dared try, even with a man. Or rather she was attempting to do it, ever so patiently. My arms stretched forward toward the head corners of the bed. I stared at the headboard. I tried so hard to do what she demanded. She gave a little laugh. "Just a little more time," she said. She was laughing at me, I could tell, at the way I'd succumbed again so quickly. I didn't care. I was so turned on.
Cyan Stories
Erotic fiction, sex stories, for erotica lovers.