by Cyan
Copyright 2008 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
"So," said Kimberly, "Would you do him?"
The subject of this question was on the video we were watching. The guy was definitely a doll. And that was the sort of question Kimberly was likely to throw at you. "If he knew how to approach me," I said. "And I weren't happily married."
"I'll take that as a yes," said Kimberly. "You never say outright exactly what you really want. How about her?"
"Her?" I said, feeling I'd missed something. And Kimberly's little comment about me was hardly fair.
Kimberly smiled, and I really felt I was missing something. "Her," she said, indicating the actress on the screen. "What do you think of her?"
"She's beautiful," I said. She is.
She smiled, and I had a queasy feeling. "So," she said, "would you do her?"
"Kimberly!" is all I could say.
"You did tell me you are attracted to women," she said.
Sometimes I can feel a slight attraction is what I'd admitted to! And I was a bit embarrassed that Kimberly had brought that up. I'd mentioned it at a time when we'd been sharing quite a bit and I certainly hadn't expected it to come up in her casual conversation. "That doesn't mean I'd have sex with her!" I said. If Kimberly accused me of being circumspect, I could show her I can make myself very plain.
"Interesting," said Kimberly. "And what would you do with her?" I began to wonder how to put and end to this inquiry. "Come on, you just showed me you can let go a little. If you could do anything with her, and I'm not saying actual sex, what would it be? You have to find her attractive."
I felt a little guilty about being so reticent about this with Kimberly, whom I trust implicitly. "I'd--kiss her neck."
Kimberly's eye's lit up. Why did I come out with that? Where did that come from? "Ah," she said, and turned back to the screen. "She does have a lovely neck. You'd kiss it under her jaw line?"
"The nape." I said, so help me.
At that, Kimberly looked very thoughtful. "Rather specific," she said. "You'd enjoy nothing more than kissing the nape of her neck? With nothing else?"
"This was hypothetical," I pointed out. "You specified that we'd be doing something."
"And you would have had no answer at all if this wasn't inside you." I didn't like this conversation one bit. "Just kissing the nape of her neck. I'm betting you could find someone..."
"No!" I said. "I am married, for one thing." When Kimberly said nothing, I added, "and that would be a rather unlikely thing for someone to be looking for."
"Probably," said Kimberly, "but I bet we could find someone. Someone who would be quite willing."
"First of all," I began, suddenly feeling like I was lecturing, "I'm not interested. I'm married. You remember?"
"But what you described is surely no big deal. Nothing you could consider cheating."
"Not cheating!" I said. "There are a lot of things I'm simply not going to do even if they are technically not cheating. As if I were to run into anyone remotely interested in such a thing."
"Oh I'll find a girl. A pretty girl, like her."
Sometimes it seemed like Kimberly didn't listen to me. "Perhaps I didn't make myself clear..." I said.
"Oh, there's no problem with me looking around a bit. As you said, I can't possibly find anyone." She smiled, as if she'd just made some kind of point. "So you needn't worry about what happens if I should."
I believe I sighed at that point. Kimberly is sometimes a bit hard-headed. And despite her argument that I had no worry, I was uneasy about letting this go.
* * *
Kimberly led the way in, but my eyes were on the girl following her. Kimberly had not introduced her before walking right into my front door. "Hello," I said, to the girl.
"She's not to talk to you," said Kimberly. "That's part of the deal."
Deal? "What?"
Kimberly took my arm and led me away. Leaving the girl by my front door. "This is it," she said in a lowered voice. "She's the one."
"What are you talking about?"
"Her neck," said Kimberly. "She's interested."
I stood there, stunned. It had been weeks, months since that inane conversation. I glanced at the girl, who was looking at the carpet. Please, this is a mistake, and you'd better just go. I knew I had to say that, but I didn't move to do it. Something about the way she stood there so meekly. "Who is she," I asked Kimberly.
"A student. And she's definitely interested," said Kimberly. "Over here," she said aloud toward the girl as she pointed at my dining room table. The girl went over. She was slender and her skin was clear and her hair was almost black. "Lean over the table," she said.
And I found myself faced with a girl leaning over the dining table, her face down, her forehead resting on one hand, the other hand holding her hair off her neck. "Kimberly, get her out of here," I said in a low voice.
"I will," she said with a smile. "It'll just take you a moment."
We stood. The girl didn't move. "Please!" I said, still keeping my voice down.
"You're making so much out of nothing. Just--go with it and it's over with in no time." And she took my arm and led me toward the girl.
The girl didn't move. Her body was exquisite. Was she the kind of woman I'm sometimes attracted to? Yes, she was. "Go ahead," said Kimberly. "She is waiting." It was the most outrageous moment. It was impossible. Kimberly smiled at me, to encourage me. She was saying I could just give the girl's neck a little kiss and then I'd be out of this. And that's all the girl wanted? One brief kiss? From a woman? Me?
I wondered about her. She and Kimberly obviously discussed this. What had Kimberly said about me? She must have explained my--whatever. She was being so accommodating. Obedient. Was she afraid? She must be nervous. If so, what drew her to this? I found myself looking for any visible trembling.
She was quiet and still. Kimberly smiled at me again, drawing me closer. I looked down at the girl's neck. Offered to me. Kimberly would be satisfied with one short kiss. As long as it was a real kiss. It wouldn't be so bad.
I felt my lips on her neck. I held them there, softly. From so close, I heard her breathing. I'd done it. I was done. I could stand up and shoo them both out. Her neck felt so soft. I felt my lips move, just slightly. She never moved. She seemed so willing, so willing to simply let me do this. Why? Was she attracted to me? I had to assume so. But Kimberly just brought her here and she didn't know me at all. It was possible that Kimberly had shown her my picture and very likely Kimberly had told her about me. What would Kimberly say? That I was attracted to women? I'd now kissed her and could end this. All I had to do is stand up. I felt my lips go slightly down, toward her back, then back up. Her neck was so sweet. Offered to me. I wondered what Kimberly thought, since I hadn't made this the quick kiss she'd said would be sufficient. She was saying nothing, and was completely still. Watching? With none of us talking, it was all spooky.
Her neck felt so soft under my lips.
* * *
When I got the door, it was Kimberly. Two women were with her. She smiled. I was confused. "What's going on?" I asked her when I'd pulled her away from the pair. I'd have expected her to bring the blonde again.
"I thought I'd give it a try, myself," said Kimberly with a smile, looking at the two. That's why there were two? They were both obviously students. Both looking down at the carpet. "You get first choice," she said.
I cringed. Of course I knew that these visits shouldn't be happening, but I hadn't expected something more. "It's not a big deal," she said. "It'll be the same for you. Except for one thing."
I looked at her in question. "OK, get ready," she said aloud, to the girls. They both started undressing.
I looked at Kimberly. "Don't worry," she said, "and don't look so shocked. I told them this is what we demand of them. All they're going to do is undress."
"Where do you find them?" I said. I couldn't understand it. They were undressing all the way, and as I watched, one finished by sliding off her underpants. The other one soon was the same. They both took their positions on the dining table. I was amazed they did so without further direction from Kimberly.
"Well, which one?" she said. "I know you're going to pick the one with the dark hair." They were naked! Kimberly was right, of course. "Come," she said, leading me just like she had the first time.
The girl's back was in front of me. I watched Kimberly go to the other girl. Kimberly smiled at me, and leaned over and kissed the girl's neck. Now I was watching the scene that I'd played so many times. Kimberly's lips moved over the girl's skin. Kimberly stopped and looked up at me. She wanted me to do the same.
I looked down at the pretty neck in front of me. The girl was quite beautiful and her neck was long and slender. Like Audrey Hepburn. Her neck felt so wonderful under my lips.
* * *
I sensed it was Kimberly at the door, but she hadn't called ahead. When I opened the door, she was there, with a girl. I didn't recognize the girl. "I had to come right over," Kimberly said.
She'd just brought one over the day before! Two days in a row? I cringed at the thought that Steve might have been home this time, since Kimberly hadn't checked ahead. I supposed some excuse would be easy enough if he were to find Kimberly there with a woman he didn't know. Kimberly pulled me aside. "You have to try her," she said.
We hadn't discussed if Kimberly ever kissed the same girls that I did, but this seemed to imply that. I didn't really want to think about it. "Why?" I said.
"You'll see." Then aloud, she told the girl to get ready. The girl quickly stripped.
I found myself looking down at her back. She wasn't so slender as some of the girls. I thought she was older, too. Most likely not a student. But she was pretty, probably still in her twenties.
Her neck was soft. I felt her tense like some of the girls do. I ran my lips back and forth, just an inch, toward her head and back toward her back.
I wondered if I felt her tremble. Then I heard her breath. I kissed. She breathed louder. I looked up at Kimberly. Kimberly grinned and nodded her head. She wanted me to resume.
The woman breathed louder. And louder. And louder. And she came.
I stood up, amazed. "Quickly," said Kimberly, sharply. The woman, who looked just a little stunned, quickly gathered her clothes, and right there in front of us, dressed, and left.
"Well?" said Kimberly with a smile. She looked so happy. She thought I'd like this especially. She was very right about that. She glowed, knowing that.
I stood there looking at her, so pleased with herself for pleasing me. Sometimes I can feel a slight attraction to women. I was feeling it at that moment.
Cyan Stories
Erotic fiction, sex stories, for erotica lovers.