Cyndi & Friends Ch. 02: Discoveries

Kate's Story

I stared at the ceiling. All of us sleeping together on a futon had seemed like a great idea in the abstract. Now I was wishing for some privacy.  

Jacob and I were in the rec room with Cyndi, like a high school slumber party. It felt a little silly, since we're all nearly 30, but it had been a great evening. Jacob and I met in college and have been together since, and Kate has been our best friend the whole time. The plan was for Jacob to give Cyndi some relief after nearly a year of her unintended abstinence. And he had; I had left them downstairs and her orgasm was audible from the kitchen. But a complication I hadn't considered was how horny it would make me. I had tried to get myself off, but the popcorn was finished too soon. Now she was sleeping beside us and I was the one who needed relief. Jacob and I hadn't discussed anything after I got back with the popcorn, but clearly he had come too, since he was sleeping peacefully on my other side, leaving me stuck in the middle with no way to satisfy myself.

I rolled onto my side and watched Cyndi as she lay on her back, peaceful and lovely in the stark light. Moonlight was streaming through the glass blocks of the high windows, illuminating her in waves. Full moon was on, let's see, the 28th, so, yeah, one day from full. We had picked a good weekend; even the stars were aligned. The moon, anyway.

She looked angelic lying there, round cheeks glowing in the reflected moonlight. I lost myself staring at her long eyelashes and cute nose, the curve of her upper lip, her lips themselves, full and soft and shaped for kissing. Did she kiss Jacob with them earlier? Had she wrapped them around his dick and sucked him? Had he filled her mouth with his cum? I wished I had had time to talk discreetly with him after they had done... whatever they had done. I didn't want to embarrass Cyndi by discussing it in front of her; it was probably enough of a bombshell to know that we were open to sexy times with her. Sex. It was limited, but it was sex. I needed to be honest with myself. Anyway, I didn't know the details of what they had done.

Not that it mattered. She was here, and I was horny. I stared, unsure of what I was feeling. I watched her full breasts rising and falling under the blanket. She's four inches shorter than I am, and adorably rounded. I love my athletic body, but if I were lesbian I'd want to bury myself in her soft curves all night. If I were a lesbian. Which I'm not. I found myself wishing the blanket wasn't hiding her nipples. The way they made their presence known through her thin camisole earlier in the night had been very...

Was I getting turned on by her? My best friend? A woman? I only had sex with boys. Specifically, one boy, for the last however long. Decade? Decade. I didn't even think about women; why was I thinking about her? Our clever plan was turning out to be a can of worms.  

Her eyes opened and she turned toward me. "Oh, hi," she said.

"Hi."

"Can't sleep either?"

"Oh, were you awake?" I asked. I was glad she hadn't seen me staring.

She nodded. "Have you been awake the whole time?"

"Yeah. Thinking about things."

"Same," she replied.

"I thought you were asleep. You looked so peaceful," I said.

"I was hoping I could get to sleep by pretending to."

"Fake it till you make it?"

"Yeah, something like that. It hasn't worked yet." She turned toward me. "But that's what slumber parties are for, right?"

I smiled. "Yeah! Since we can't sleep, might as well stay up whispering."

"Sure," she said. "What should we whisper about?"

Straight sex. We can talk about straight sex. She has plenty of stories about that. "Remember that time I walked in on you and, what was his name? Danny? When you were giving him a blowjob?"

She smiled. "Davy. I think."

"You've forgotten his name too?"

"I only saw him once! And you scared him away!"

"Sorry about that. I didn't know you were--"

"I told you it was okay."

"I can't believe he actually left in the middle of a blowjob just cause I saw you. And then didn't want to see you again!"

"Oh, he wanted to see me." she answered. "He called me for like a week afterwards. I didn't want to see him. He was a jerk. Didn't I tell you?"

"You probably did, I can't remember all your conquests." She stuck her tongue out at me. "Anyway, if he was such a jerk why'd you give him a blowjob?"

"I was hoping once I made him come he'd go away."

"Does that ever work?"

"More often than you'd think. Also I was horny."

"Girl, you're always horny!" I noted. "Especially recently."

"It's been a long year," she sighed. "But you're right, I am." She paused. "Does that bother you?"

"Oh hell no!" I replied. "You're perfect just as you are."

She smiled, then looked thoughtful. "So I've wondered, are you really less horny than me, or do you just not show it as much? Or do you get satisfied better by having Jacob there all the time to satisfy you? That didn't make sense, sorry. I--"

"I get it." I thought a second. "I think I'm probably as, uh, sexually motivated as you. Maybe sometimes more. Like tonight. That's why I can't sleep."

"Cause... really?" She sounded nervous.

"Yeah. After all I'm the only one who hasn't come tonight."

She froze. "What do you mean?"

"You did come, right? When I was upstairs?"

"I... Oh my god, you heard? No, I... I mean..." She was tearing up.

"Cyndi, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry," she said in a shaky voice. "Oh Kate I'm sorry!"

Love and confusion welled in my chest. "Sorry for what?" A sudden realization struck me. "Oh shit. He didn't tell you, did he?"

"Tell... tell me what?" she asked between sobs.

"That this... that we wanted to do that."

She looked at me. "What? No, but I--"

"We wanted to give you some relief. Some, y'know, sexual relief. If you wanted it." I was tearing up. "You thought... Aw shit, we fucked it up, didn't we? Oh Cyndi, I'm so sorry."

"You don't understand," she repeated. "I led him on."

"That was our whole plan though. We'd go where you led. Oh fuck, we should have told you to start with."

She regained some control of her breath. "Cause you know I'm a slut?" she asked, half laughingly.

"No, silly!" I wiped a tear off her cheek. "Cause of your year of sex exile. Your sexile," I added, hoping to lift the mood with some humor. It didn't work. Her tears started again.

"I'm sorry Cyn! What did I say?" I asked.

"You... you two are so perfect for each other and I've messed it all up!" she blubbered. "I was leading him on. Petting his leg, touching him. What if you hadn't planned for it? How could I do that to you?"

"Hey now!" I interrupted. "Like, what if we had all been playing five-dimensional Plutonian steam hockey?"

"Five-what?" She laugh-cried.  

"It's from Gödel E... It's from a book, you probably haven't read it," I answered. "It's about counterfactuals, how you can't change just one thing and ask what would have happened."

She looked confused. "Sorry. Whoosh!"

"Okay, bad analogy." I tried to explain more clearly. "Yes, you were leading him. Did he follow your lead or discourage you?"

"I mean... Followed, I guess."

"That's what I'm saying. If he hadn't wanted it, if we hadn't wanted it, he would have moved your hand off him or something. Would you have kept going then?"

"No," she sniffled.

"See? You didn't do anything wrong. We're the ones who fucked up."

I was silent, contemplating how completely we had failed our own beliefs about consent. I felt like a complete ass and couldn't think of anything to say. After a minute she wiped her eyes and said, "When I told him it wasn't my first rodeo he said blowdeo. And you just said texti... What did you say? Sexile. You guys are the perfect pair of nerds! I never want to hurt you."

"Thank you, yes we are," I agreed. "And we know it. That's why we decided it was okay to have you over. To have you come over!" I said. This time she laughed.

I looked at her with love. "I'm sorry we didn't tell you first. I mean, ask you first. That was stupid," I said.  

A moment passed.

"I'm still going to kill that bastard for not telling you afterwards though," I added.

She giggled. "God, is he still asleep? With us making all this noise?"

"He can sleep through anything," I answered. "It's his stupor-power."

She laughed out loud, then quickly covered her mouth and giggled quietly. "Don't actually kill him, please? But if you want to punish him, maybe I can help." Her impish cheer was coming back. After a short silence, she added, "So you knew the whole time? What we were doing? Even while you were right there? And it's okay?"

I almost laughed. "Not exactly what you were doing, but the overall gist was pretty obvious. I could hear squishy sounds, and the sofa was moving. And I could smell your excitement."

"Oh god. I thought we were being so subtle."

"This isn't some porno where a guy has sex while his girlfriend sits obliviously next to him!"

She laughed. "Still, I can't believe you knew and just... Sorry, it's all a little hard to take in. Even for a slut like me."

"You're my favorite slut, you know that right? But yeah no, I get it. We're not some guy you just met. Or girl. Can you ever forgive me?" I asked.

"Of course." No hesitation. "Can you forgive me?"

"C'mere," I said, holding up my arm and sliding the other under her head. She snuggled up to me with her head under my chin. "Nothing to forgive, I told you."

We lay there, her head against my chest, our arms around each other. I stroked her hair, my heart filled with warmth and tenderness. I wanted to hold her and love her forever. "This is nice," she said after a minute. "Thank you."

"For making you cry?" I still felt like a shit.

"For wanting to make me... come. For caring. For holding me like this."

"Sorry my chest isn't nicely cushioned like yours." Why was I thinking about her boobs again?

"It's okay," she said. "Not everybody needs a bosom for a pillow."

I pulled back and looked at her. "Thanks for that song." 

"Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow/Everybody needs a bosom," we sang together. Quietly.

"Careful," I said. "No belting, or we will wake him up!"

She looked so vulnerable and beautiful in the moonlight, her face inches from mine, eyes still puffy from crying, hair tumbling over her forehead. I wished so much for a redo of the evening. To save her the pain. Dammit, how could we have been so selfish? I brushed her hair out of the way and kissed her forehead before drawing her back to my chest. My mouth was right by her ear. I wanted to nibble it. What was happening to me?

"Hey," I whispered instead. "Girl Talk?"

"Girl Talk," she answered. She had told me about many of her escapades during Girl Talk, back when she was having regular escapades. And she knew a lot more about Jacob than he realized.

"So," I ventured, "How was it? While I was upstairs."

"Oh god. My orgasm, or the... or his? I can't believe we're talking about this!"

"Girl Talk," I reminded her. The rules of Girl Talk are strict: absolute honesty. "And you can say blowjob. You blew Jacob. It's okay." For once I was the confident one talking about sex. It felt good. "Just tell me about it like any other sex you've had."

She shuddered when I said that, but pushed through. "It's not the same at all. But I'll try. Which first, my orgasm or the blowjob?"

"Orgasm first. Yours, I mean."

She paused a moment, pulled away so she could look me in the eyes, took a breath. "Kate, it might be the best I've ever had."

My eyes filled with tears again, of love. "I'm so glad!"

She relaxed. "I couldn't stop coming! He kept... The way he fingered me inside and out. It was amazing."

I smiled. "He has the best fingers, doesn't he?"

"Oh my god, he touched me like a woman! But his fingers are longer than any woman I've had. Well, maybe Edwina." I remembered the stories of Edwina. High praise indeed. She put her hand against mine. "Your fingers are that long," she added slyly. I blushed, grateful for the darkness.   "Could you really hear me from upstairs?"

"Oh yeah. Even the popcorn maker wasn't loud enough to cover you," I laughed.

"Told you I'm loud!" 

"You weren't lying. I'm glad it was as good as it sounded. Now tell me about the blowjob."

"You're sure?"

"Girl Talk," I reminded her with a stern smile.

"Hokay. I wasn't planning to, you know. I was gonna use my hands. But there it was right there in front of me. His cock, all hard and hot and real, and I had to taste it."

"Real?" I asked with a grin. "Like it was imaginary before? Have you been fantasizing about my boyfriend's cock?"

"Maybe." She looked into my eyes. "Yes."

"So? How was it for real?"

"Better than imagining it!"

"And the blowjob?"

"It was... I think he liked it."

"He usually does. I need details!"

She was silent. "Come on, Cyn. Pretend it's someone I don't know," I said, trying to let my enthusiasm show.

She looked at me for a moment, took a breath. "He came so much!"

"I told you he comes a lot!"

"I guess you did. I wasn't really thinking about anything you'd told me. I was kind of caught up in the moment."

"Good!" I said. "More details."

"Okay, so. Well, there aren't many details. He came as fast as I did. I started with my hands--"

"Both hands?"

"Of course!" That was the Cyndi I knew. "One on his balls, one at the tip, touching with my fingertips."

"Your tips on his tip?" I giggled.

"Yeah, and he was super wet. It was all slippery and shiny and, well you know how much I love precum. That's when I had to put him in my mouth."

"And...?"

"And about 10 seconds later he blew his load. It was so much! Every time I sucked he squirted again. I felt like I could keep drinking him all night."

"Sorry he comes so much," I said. "Did you swallow it all?"

"Hell yeah," she replied. I made a face.  

She laughed. "You remember that I like jizz, right? Especially licking off the extra bits that dribble out afterwards." I think she was teasing me. "Squeezing the last drops out the end with my lips, slurping it in and rolling it around on my tongue before I swallow it all down." Yes. Definitely teasing.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it," was all I could say.

"Sorry you don't like cum," she said.

"Yeah, it's too bad, cause I love everything else about sucking him. The feel of his cock in my mouth, the size and warmth. Especially when he starts soft and I suck him hard. And I love making him come. I just don't like the taste."

"Maybe I should finish him off next time you give him a blowjob," she suggested with a twinkle in her eye.

"Maybe you should!" I answered.

She smiled, then saw the look on my face. "Wait, are you serious?"

"I... Let's think about that later. We're talking about you." I returned to the subject of their earlier adventure. "So, you had a good time? Feel better now?"

She sighed. "Yes, I do. Thank you."

I looked at her and was overcome with emotion. "I'm so glad, and sorry we did it wrong. I love you, Cyn."

Her eyes were shining. "It's okay. Bart Simpson at-least-you-tried meme."

I laughed.

She hit me with her beautiful big smile. "Anyway, first time is always awkward. And I love you too. You and Jacob." She grinned like she'd just caught a mouse under her paw. "I love you two too!"

"Tutu? You're wearing a tutu?" I snickered, pulling the blanket off us and rolling her onto her back. "I don't see any tutu!" 

What I did see made my heart flutter. Her hair shone in the dim light. The tiny satin camisole draped softly over her chest had ridden up, exposing the lower curves of her breasts. In the middle of each beautiful mound, a magnificent nipple stood erect beneath the thin fabric. Further down, the moonlight glanced off her bare skin, illuminating the fine downy fuzz on her belly. My gaze moved to her adorable belly-button, and onward to the more tempting areas still concealed by the blanket. She was so beguiling lying there, I wanted her to swallow me up and live in her body the rest of the night.

I realized I had been staring for a minute when she interrupted my musing. "What are you thinking?" I think she knew what I was thinking.

"Oh sorry," I replied. "I was... Do you know how amazing your nipples are?"

"Oh. Thanks? Yes, I do. Thanks."

"You're welcome." I brushed her cheek with the back of my hand.

"You didn't say what you're thinking," she insisted. "Were you thinking about my nipples?"

I hesitated. Did Girl Talk extend to my own feelings? Yes, it did. "I'm just contemplating how I feel about... About my sexuality."

"Hmm." She paused. "Am I..." She continued in a coquettish tone, "Are you getting turned on looking at me?" She was such a vixen.

My turn to pause. Finally: "Yes."

I couldn't tell what she was thinking. Did she want to...? Did I? I knew she'd had sex with plenty of women, but this was me. Her best friend. Whatever happened next I was glad I had been honest.

She looked into my eyes. "Have you ever kissed a girl?" she asked.

Cyndi's Story

I was feeling so guilty I couldn't sleep. Kate was lying next to me on the floor and all I could think of was how I had sucked her boyfriend while she was out of the room. It had been so good when I was swallowing everything his hard cock pumped into my mouth. After a year without any sex at all, it was sweet release. Gushes of his delicious jizz, then spurts, then dribbles, and I drank it all, licking off the final drops that oozed out after he was done. After we were done. It wasn't just him. I had been encouraging him the whole time. Not only had I sucked him, he had put his fingers in me and made me come as hard as I ever had. How could I ignore all that and go to sleep, with Kate so close we were almost touching? I could feel her presence beside me. I kept my eyes closed, calmed my breath, concentrated on the futon beneath my back, and tried to will myself to sleep. It didn't work.

With a sigh, I opened my eyes and turned toward Kate. Her eyes were open. "Oh, hi," I said. I guess she couldn't sleep either. We started to chat, quietly so as to not wake Jacob. I don't remember what we started talking about, but it ended up at sex. It always does. Talking about blowing someone other than Jacob took my mind off my guilt for a while.

Until Kate said she was the only one of us who hadn't come tonight. Suddenly I realized: She knew! She knew I had had sex with Jacob. She must have heard us, oh why am I so loud? The pit of my stomach dropped out and I knew I had fucked up our relationship. I love them so much, and was terrified that I was going to lose them, all for a single night. Even the best orgasm in the world wasn't worth blowing up this friendship. And what about their relationship? What if I had blown them apart?

I must have blubbered for 5 minutes before we figured out that I was the only one who didn't know they had been planning it the whole time. Embarrassing and relieving at the same time.

And then she called Girl Talk. I knew what she was going to ask. I told her honestly he had given me my best orgasm. I teased her about not liking cum, and offered to finish him off whenever she wanted me to. I think she was serious when she said maybe that was a good idea. That helped calm my thoughts. Or anyway, move them to a better place.

Then she threw off the blanket and we were laughing again. She was okay with what had happened. I had been lusting after her boyfriend for months, he had made me come hard with his fingers, and I had sucked him dry and swallowed it all, and she was smiling like she didn't care. Or like she did, and it was making her hot. I suddenly wanted her too. Tall and lithe and fit, lying beside me with the moonlight on her face, her athletic body inches from mine. I could feel her breath, and see the twinkle in her pretty blue eyes. Earlier, watching her peel off her bra and shorts getting into bed, I had felt a new warmth. And here she was in front of me, magnificently naked and inviting, not even the blanket covering her chest. Her nipples were erect on her small boobs, calling to me. My pussy took over from my brain. They had invited me here for sex. I'd already done her boyfriend; it was time to seduce Kate.

"Have you ever kissed a girl?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered. "But I've never kissed a woman."

Jacob's Story

Kate was lying beside me petting my chest, her pretty eyes framed by her glasses, hair tumbling over her face. Her lips were pressed against mine, my tongue exploring her mouth. Her hands on my buttocks pulled me to her, fingers lightly stroking the head of my cock. I scratched down her back with my fingernails as she nibbled my ear. Her breasts jiggled above me as she slid back and forth on my erection, lubricated by her flowing juices. I sucked her nipple into my mouth. Fingers stroked the base of my dick as I lay on my side, lips sucking me deeply in. I felt Kate snuggling behind me, pinching a nipple and reaching between my legs to fondle my balls. I was thrusting deep into Cyndi's mouth, ready to come but unable to get there.

The blanket was half off when I woke. My shorts had bunched up around my balls, and the erection, all that remained of my dream, was trapped uncomfortably. I looked around. It was dark enough, despite the moonlight coming through the window, and anyway Cyndi had already seen my dick. More than just seen! I slid the shorts off.

Why had I bothered putting them on to start with? We all knew what Cyndi and I had done. I hadn't told her that Kate knew, but I figured she had. Or was I supposed to tell her before Kate came back? We hadn't thought that far ahead in our preparations. Maybe I should have said something. Oh well, she was asleep and we could clear everything up in the morning.

I heard whispering on the other side of the futon. She wasn't asleep. I caught occasional words: nipples, fingers, pussy. Talking about former shenanigans or discussing current fantasies? I couldn't tell, but either way my softening erection started growing again. When I heard "wet panties" my attention was thoroughly captivated.

I lay on my back, trying to catch what they were saying. I heard "asshole", then "dick". Were they talking about anal sex? Impossible to tell when they're whispering. My penis twitched as I imagined Cyndi with her asshole exposed for ravishing. I wanted to do that for her. I'd lick it softly, poking and circling it with my tongue as she quivered beneath me. I'd slip a finger into her pussy while I rimmed her, and do her clit with my other hand at the same time. With all that attention, she'd come in no time.  

The whispering had stopped. "That's good." Definitely Cyndi this time. Were they petting? Having sex? Kate had said she wasn't interested in girl sex, but she also admitted that Cyndi was hot. What if Cyndi seduced her? Would she have the strength to say no? My money was on Cyndi winning that battle. Thinking about it wasn't doing anything to reduce my erection. I turned onto my side to sneak a peek, but all I could see was Kate's back and the blanket mounded over their legs. And some movement. Definitely some petting going on.  

"Keep doing that," one of them said. Cyndi, I think. What was Kate doing? Playing with her nipples? Sliding a finger into her pussy? She liked touching around my asshole, maybe she was doing the same to Cyndi. I wished I could hear more. This must have been what it was like for Kate when she was in the kitchen. Surely she heard Cyndi moaning while she was up there. Images of that orgasm flashed into my brain. Her head back, chest arched with her nipple in my mouth, my fingers deep in her vagina.

I was fully hard. I needed to calm down. I heard Cyndi say "Kiss me." I rolled over and pulled the pillow over my head.

Kate's Story

"Have you ever kissed a girl?" Cyndi asked.

"Yes," I answered. "But I've never kissed a woman."

She smiled. "Good answer! Tell me about it."

More Girl Talk then. Okay. "In high school, there was a girl named Mary Simoni."

"Sounds like a good Catholic girl," Cyndi said.

"Oh yeah. Strait-laced and prissy. But very pretty. She lived near me so I usually walked home with her. Well, one time after school we detoured into the woods and made out for like half an hour."

"Really? Wow. Did you take her to the woods, or did she take you?"

"She took me. I had no idea what she was doing."

"How come you never told me before?"

"It's kind of... I don't come out of it looking very good," I admitted.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"I did." I paused for a moment, remembering. "I don't think I realized at the time, but yeah I really did. I had only kissed one guy up to then, and he was a jerk. So I didn't have anything good to compare it to."

"But she was better than that one guy--"

"Michael Ranster."

"Better than fuckin' Michael, right?"

"Anything would have been better than fucking Michael," I replied. Cyndi laughed and waited, so I went on. "Mary was... tentative at first, barely brushing my lips with hers."

"Her first time too?" Cyndi wondered.

"Yeah, I think so. Probably? I don't know. I thought I knew her, but clearly I didn't."

"So, tentative, and...?"

"At first. Then she started getting into it."

"I like this story! What happened next?"

I tried to remember. "It was a long time ago, but I think--"

Cyndi rolled her eyes. "Just tell the story. Who cares if it's accurate, I want hot details!"

This is why I love Cyndi so much. Never let the truth get in the way of a good story. "Deal. She started kissing me more firmly. Her mouth was so smooth and gentle, and when she touched my lips with her tongue it was delicate and light, like a feather."

"A wet, fleshy feather!"

"Hey, don't rain on my similes. Anyway it was exciting and nice. I was enjoying it even though I was scared and confused. Her face was so soft! When she put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me to her, she didn't smash her lips into mine like Michael did."

"Fkn Michael." Giggles.

"That was when I figured out why people like kissing. She made my heart all fluttery with her lips. And when she put her other hand on the small of my back I got even flutterier."

"Flutterier?"

"Just let me tell the story."

"Where were your hands?" she asked.

"Oh yeah, they were just hanging by my side; I didn't know what to do with them. Then she took one and put it on the back of her head. Her hair between my fingers..." I trailed off, remembering the feeling.

"Felt soft and gentle, didn't it?"

"Made me even flutterierier," I said with a grin. "How did you know?"

"I've been with girls too you know."

"So I've heard."

"Story!" she demanded.

"Well, she kept turning up the hotness level, slipping her tongue between my lips and touching my tongue with it. Moving her hands around on my back and head. Her face was so smooth! With her mouth and her hands and her hair between my fingers I was getting pretty worked up."

"I'm getting wet just listening! What happened next?"

"She took my other hand and put it on her breast."

"Now we're getting somewhere! What was she wearing?"

"A tank top, or a t-shirt, I think. Something like that."

"Tank top then. Sexier."

"Okay," I agreed, the adjusted memory causing a warmth to spread through my belly. "She had on a tank top. A low cut tank top. With no bra."

"Good choice!"

"The no bra part is true!" I insisted.

"She wore a tank top to school all day with no bra? I like her already!"

"No, she would never have done that," I said, wondering if my memory was telling stories. "So it probably wasn't a tank top. But she definitely... Oh geez, she must have taken off her bra before we started walking home. She had planned it all out!" 

"I like her even more! So, how was it, touching her breast?"

"I could feel her nipple through her shirt."

"Of course you could," Cyndi said, her voice getting husky. "Did you like it?"

"My panties were wet when I got home later, so I guess I did."

"What happened next?"

"Then we heard someone coming, and had to jump up and go back to walking home. We walked together until she turned to go to her house, and she asked me if I liked what happened."

"What did you say?"

"I don't remember, exactly, but... I lied. I think I said it was okay, or something noncommittal like that."

"Even though you liked it."

"Yeah. Maybe I said it was weird."

"Weird? Did you really call it weird?"

"Yes," I admitted.  

"Wow, you were a jerk."

"I know! I was a complete asshole! It was all new and strange and I didn't know what to say. And then she didn't talk to me again. And I never talked to her. I wish I hadn't been such a dick." I thought a moment. "And I wish I had explored my own feelings afterwards, instead of working so hard on proving to myself that I wasn't a lesbian."

Cyndi looked at me thoughtfully. "I do too," she said.

It was getting warm in here, even without the blanket. Cyndi was so close, I could feel her body heat. "So you like nipples?" she asked.

"Doesn't everyone?" 

She rolled onto her back. "Do you like mine?" Well, that was a new track for my train of thought. Two delightful peaks were standing up against the thin material of her top. "Be honest now." She wiggled slightly.

I took a deep breath. "Yes."

She placed her hand on mine. Her fingers closed around it. Time slowed. She lifted it, moved it to her chest, and placed it on her breast. "How does this feel?"

I took a breath. "Like a beautiful place I've never been to," I said. "Can I..."

"Anything you like."

I massaged her breast, enjoying the feeling of it in my hand. Warm and yielding, soft, with a rigid nubbin in the middle. The memory of Mary Simoni's nipple under my virgin fingers so long ago mingled with the feeling of my best friend's nipple prodding my hand in the present, sending sparks through me.  

"Play with it."

I did. I stroked it with my palm, her soft flesh moving under the gentle pressure. I watched in delight as my hand caressed her mound, her other breast rippling enticingly beneath the fabric. I circled her nipple through the silky material. She startled when I pinched it gently. I traced a circle around it with my fingernail. "That's good," she said. The warmth in my chest was spreading and growing.

She pushed my hand downwards, off the silky material. The soft skin of her belly against my palm was warm and smooth. I wanted to touch her forever. Her hand was still on the back of mine as I traced circles around her navel. She squirmed as I glided over her supple flesh. She urged my hand upwards, slipping it under her top. She twitched when my fingers grazed her bare nipple. I was touching the cute little nugget that had transfixed me for the last five minutes. I focused on the sensation, skin against skin, sweeping across it bump-bump-bump with all my fingers, pinching it, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. She responded with short gasps.  

"Keep doing that," she said. I did.

She rolled onto her side, facing me, with my hand still on her boob. She placed her hand behind my head and looked into my eyes. She was smoldering, and I was overflowing with love and desire.  

"It's time for you to kiss me," she said.

I backed away enough so I could focus on her face. I drank in her beauty. Her dark eyes watching me, glistening with desire. Her delicate nose and full cheeks. That mouth so soft and irresistible. She bit her lower lip as my gaze rested on it, teasing me. I moved my hand to her neck, fingers twining in her hair.  

She lay there, watching me. She wasn't going to kiss me. She was waiting for me to kiss her. Oh, she was good.

I moved toward her.

Cyndi's Story

Our lips touched. Kate was kissing me at last. Soft and gentle, but with ten years of friendship underneath. Tentative and confident at the same time. Her first time kissing a woman, and it was me, the kiss turning years of love into physical form. She nudged my lips apart and started exploring my mouth. I returned the favor, our tongues dancing and flirting, noses brushing against each other as we moved.

I lowered my hand to her muscular back, pulling our chests together. I could feel my nipples pressed against the upper slopes of her breasts, and hers against my chest. She moaned into my mouth. I sucked her tongue. She shivered.

Her hand skated from my neck to my upper back, to my lower back, then lower still, cupping my ass cheek. The satiation from earlier was gone, replaced by need. I had to have her.

I slid my hand between us, brushing her naked tit. Her areola was puckered, her nipple firm. I pinched and she trembled. I continued, circling tightly around the rigid nub, caressing her perfect handful of boob. She squeezed my backside, tracing circles, fingers drifting toward my butt crack.  

My hand kept moving, stroking her, drawing energy from her warmth. Lower, to her middle, feeling the hard muscles under her soft skin. Caressing her belly, teasing circles around the center. Then lower, to the softness of her lower abdomen. Years of friendship mixed with the heat of the night. My course was set. This woman was going to be mine.  

I kept going with my hand, feeling her gasp as I reached the smooth skin of her pubic mound. Surprising; I thought she kept her bush trimmed but natural. I wondered for a moment when she had started shaving, then lost interest in the answer, as the smoothness slipped into my fingers and spread through my body. The thought of where I was headed made my head spin. I had slept with dozens of women, but doing it with Kate was like the first time again. My whole body tingled with pent-up desire I hadn't recognized.

Her middle finger was drawing expanding circles around my tailbone. I snuck further down, closer to her pussy. She pressed her finger into the top of my crack. I split my fingers into a V and moved past her clit. She slid her finger up and down between my cheeks. I touched her outer lips. She broke the kiss and gasped loudly.

"Shh," I said with a grin. "Don't wake Jacob." She looked at me with lust written on her face. This was just for us.

I brought my fingers together, catching her thick labia and swollen clitoris between. She closed her eyes and held in a cry. Her finger slid an inch further down my crack.

"Can I put my fingers inside you?" I asked.

She nodded, with a look of quiet desperation.

"Not yet," I teased. Her eyes grew wide and a whimper escaped her. I brought my finger to her clit.  

Kate's Story

When she sucked my tongue, a new seed began to grow from the fertile ground of love. An ancient thing, less refined but equally beautiful. Desire. Lust. I needed her to surround me, consume me, fill me completely.

Now my hand was behind her, pulling her to me as she worked my clit. Our bellies pressed together, her hand trapped between us. I raised my knee, hoping her fingers would find my opening. She was teasing me, knowing I needed her inside.  

My hand was on her ass, one finger stroking the top of her crack. She was gliding up and down my outer lips, her fingers lubricated by the fluid leaking out of me, teasing, always teasing, staying away from where I needed her. I pulled her tighter to me and squirmed. Her hand brushed across my clitoris. Shivers raced through me. "Again," I whispered.

Again she brushed my pearl, and again I quivered. "Yes!" She began a slow back and forth, making me tingle with pleasure. I crushed her against me, reaching further down her backside. She moved her leg between mine, pressing her thigh against my crotch and bringing her into easier reach of my hand. I massaged her cheek and slipped further down.

Around and around and over my clit her finger was circling, softly arousing it through the hood. She slid between my inner lips, teasing my opening again. "Please," I begged.

"What?" she whispered.

"Put them in."

She leaned forward and kissed me. Her tongue slipped into my mouth as her finger penetrated my pussy.  

Cyndi's Story

I put my tongue between her lips and slid my finger into her vagina, both ends at the same time, the way I like it. I had had two cocks at once a couple times, but being penetrated top and bottom by the same person, someone you love dearly, is better. I hadn't had that in a long time. She squirmed and moaned into my mouth.

My mouth on hers, I started stroking her vagina. She moaned again, and I slipped in a second finger. She was wet and warm, holding me tight and kissing me passionately. I moved inside her as she pressed her body against mine. She broke the kiss and pulled back, gazing into my eyes with her mouth in a silent O, her hand clamped on my ass cheek. She was close.

I pulled out and slid back up to her clit, pressing my thigh into her crotch. Her breathing grew rapid, her face shining in the moonlight, tendrils of hair draped across it. "Right there," she whispered between gasps. I kept up the motion on her clit, rubbing my thigh back and forth between her legs. "Oh. Oh yes." More strokes, slower, harder. "Faster!" I slowed more. "No!" I moved my fingers against her hard and fast. She came.  

Not loud like me. Her orgasm erupted in her body. Her thighs trembled, her chest jerked, and little gasps escaped her. I kept going, determined to give her as good as Jacob had given me. Her nails were driving into my butt cheek as she hummed in pleasure. More strokes on her clit. Her entire body convulsed. I kept going. Finally she pushed my hand away, laughing and squirming.

"Stop," she gasped.

I let her recover, then put my arm around her and pulled her to me. Our lips met, tranquil and tender. We kissed softly. No tongue, just lips and love. "Thank you," she said when we pulled our mouths away at last.

I smiled. "And thank you."

"Thank me? For what?"

"For coming. My wrist was getting sore," I laughed. "But also for this whole night. Weekend. Oh my god we have two more days!"

Kate's Story

I lay there catching my breath and contemplating what had just happened. Cyndi had fingered me to an amazing orgasm, and kissed me so tenderly afterwards that I was left swimming in a river of jumbled feelings. Did she just get me off better than J does? What happens now? Am I a lesbian? I thought I had myself all figured out and suddenly it was back to the beginning again.  

Cyndi gave me another soft kiss. "Your turn," she said, slipping off her pajama bottoms and turning toward me. She took my hand and placed it on her inner thigh. "Ready to touch your first pussy?"

I wasn't ready. My heart was thumping, but my hand didn't move.  

"Don't be nervous," she said, petting my hand and smiling. "It's just a vagina."

Then she saw my face. "Oh!" she whispered. "Are you not--"

"It's okay," I said. "I'm just..." I trailed off.

"I'm rushing you, aren't I? I'm sorry. We can stop." She moved my hand off her leg.

"No, I want..." I didn't know what I wanted.

"Hey, it's okay. Relax. You don't have to do anything."

She was so beautiful. "I want to keep going," I said at last. "It's all so new. I'm full of feelings I wasn't expecting."

She looked at me lovingly. "You're not the only one, KDK." Katie-K! She hadn't called me that in years. "My heart is full of new things too. I'm just quicker to, uh, follow the lusty ones. Plus I've fucked women before so that part isn't new for me. C'mere, you. Oh, hang on." She scooted upward so my head would rest against her chest, and held me to her.

"Thank you. Again," I said into her soft cushiony breasts. "I don't know why I can't..."

"Shh, just rest here." She held me, gently stroking my back. She was warm and soft. I wanted to nestle there forever.

"I guess I do need this for a pillow," I said.  

She laughed and held me tighter.

"I'm leaving you high and dry," I said after a while. "You made me come so good, and I haven't done anything for you."

"Shh. I already came tonight. You sleep. See how you feel in the morning."

"No, I want to." I took a breath. "I want to make you come. With my fingers. In your pussy." I felt better saying it.

"Don't rush," she said. "There's plenty of time."

"I know, but..." I pulled back from her embrace to look in her eyes. "Can you help me figure this out?"

She nodded. I continued. "You're so pretty. I do want... I want you." I thought a moment. "I guess that's why I'm scared."

"Afraid you'll turn into a slut?"

"No! No, I'm already a slut, I just confine my slutting to one guy. But what if I stop wanting him? You made me come like a... How come there's no term for a woman coming a lot?" She laughed. "Anyway, what if that's what I need now?"

"Are you afraid you're a lesbian?"

"No. Not really. Well, sort of, I guess," I answered. "What if I am?"

"One night with a woman does not make you a lesbian, no matter how much you come. Ask any of the dykes I've fucked."

"I know that, but--"

"Do you? I'm not sure you really do, in your heart," she said.

"It was so good! What If he's not enough for me any more?"

She sighed, and thought a moment. "Okay, which do you like better, churros or, uh, bread pudding?"

"Both?" I was a little lost.

"Okay, say you're at a restaurant, everyone else has ordered, they're all waiting on you. You have to choose. Which one?"

"I don't know! It would depend on how full I am. And what restaurant I'm at. Which one I've had most recently, or just what I'm in the mood for. Could go either way."

She cocked an eyebrow at me and didn't say a word.

"Okay, fine. I get it," I said.

"You actually used the words 'go either way'. And you've heard my stories. Just because you dip your fingers in my bread pudding doesn't mean you'll stop liking churros."

I laughed out loud. "Okay, I'll never look at bread pudding the same again. Or churros."

"You better not! I worked hard on that simile."

"Analogy," I teased.

"What! Ever!" She reached around and punched my shoulder.

"Okay, so say I believe you. I like both. Great. What about Jacob? What if he doesn't want me as much?"

"Oh. Come. On," she said. "Think about it. How do you think he'd respond to you sampling my bread pudding?"

"You're never going to stop with that, are you?" I giggled. Then I remembered, and a weight lifted. "But you're right. I know what he would think, because he told me."

"Aha! What did he say?"

I smiled. "He didn't say anything. He got hard."

"Oh my god. What, did you just forget about that until now?" she asked in disbelief.

"Yeah," I admitted, "and it was only a week ago. I must have gotten into some weird brain space tonight. Worrying about how he would feel, when I know the answer." I took a breath and smiled. "Okay, I'll have the bread pudding please."

Her face broke into the twinkling smile I love so much.

"I still don't know what to do though," I added. "To make you... To make you feel good."

She put a hand gently on my cheek and looked into my eyes. "To make me come? Yes you do. Don't be nervous; I'll guide you." I moved her hand to my thigh.

Cyndi's Story

Kate was back on track. I was willing to turn over and go to sleep if things were moving too fast for her, but to be honest I was thrilled that she got through her nervousness. I wanted to help her with her first same-sex experience, out of love and friendship. But I also wanted to be her first same-sex experience. And I didn't want to wait. I put my knee up like she had, so she could touch me easily. Her long fingers on my thigh weren't tentative any more, and the thought of where they were going next was the real pleasure.

"How do I start?" she asked.

"Do what would feel good to you," I answered.

She dragged her fingernails delightfully up my thigh. It tickled and tingled. "Like that," I said. She stopped mid-thigh and moved to my other leg, scratching gently downward toward my center from the other side. Back and forth, one leg then the other, closer to my aching pussy each time. "You're doing great," I breathed. "Don't be afraid to touch me," I added, arching my hips toward her hand.

"I am touching you," she whispered as she trailed back down my leg.

"You know what I mean," I got out between ragged breaths. She was a quick learner.

"Oh no, whatever do you mean?" she asked. How does she make her voice grin like that? "Are you saying you want me to touch your pussy?"

"Yes. Please!" That was quick. She was back in control, and I loved it.

Her fingers traced a leisurely path over my skin, stopping to explore the fold where leg meets body, sliding downward, almost touching my outer labia, then back up and across my mound. She was taunting me as cruelly as Jacob had.

After making a few little circles through my pubic hair, she withdrew to my belly. Then she was orbiting my belly button, giggling while she tickled my skin. "Your belly is so soft, I could play with it all night," she said.

"Please don't," I begged. "Move your hand to my pussy."

"Don't rush me, I'll get there." She moved slowly back toward my bush.

Kate's Story

My nervousness retreated into a corner. I was so caught up in my passion that I wouldn't have cared what Jacob thought. I wondered if he was awake behind me. We hadn't been very quiet, and even mister sleep-through-an-earthquake would eventually wake up. Was he watching us? Could he see my fingers trolling through Cyndi's neatly trimmed pubes in the darkness? Was it making him hard? The thought of his arousal inflamed mine. Lust grabbed the remaining bits of my nervousness and slammed them on the floor repeatedly. "Puny emotion," it growled. My finger stole down to Cyndi's clit.

She gasped. "Yes, you're doing great! Keep touching me there!" She was right; all I had to do was what felt good to me.

I slid a finger down to her opening, collected some of her flowing liquid, and returned to her clitoris. Slippery with her juices, I glided over it, up and down on top of the hood, the way I do when I'm pleasuring myself. "How is this?" I asked.

"Good. Really good," she answered between shallow breaths. "You can touch my clit... directly... if you want."

I slipped over it and kept going, down to the bottom of her opening, then back up. Again. Up and down, top to bottom, circling her clit each time. Her breaths were coming faster. I squeezed her button between two fingers, and her whole body twitched. "I need you inside me," she said.  

I penetrated her with my middle finger. She twitched again. I reached inside, curling upward, like Jacob does to me. I reached for her clit with my thumb, but couldn't get there. I pulled my finger out.

"Oh god, I'm almost there. Don't stop!" she cried.

I answered by sliding two fingers in. Now I could reach the inside of her clitoral nerves with my fingers and the outer nub with my thumb.  

"Yes, yes, just like that!"

Back and forth, inside and out, in time with her breaths. She twitched and rolled onto her back, knee up and  leg pressed against mine. In, out, circling her clit.

"Oh. Oh! Yes!" She was squirming, rocking her hips, her breast jiggling enticingly inches from my face. I raised my head, caught her nipple between my lips, and squeezed.

"I'm coming!"

I kept going, determined to make her orgasm the best of the night. Sucking hard on her pink bud, circling her other bud with my thumb, fingers tight against the wall of her vagina, stroking in time with her spasms, gentle but firm. Feeling her muscles jump and writhe against me, hearing her squeak as she tried not to cry out. Hours passed, sweat glistening on her skin, her yelps echoing in my head, every spasm of her body urging me to keep going. I kept going, until she was squirming and pulling away.

At last she lay quiet.

"How did I do?" I asked. I was pretty sure I knew the answer.

"Not bad for the first time."

"Oh come on!"

"Okay, amazing."

"For a first time?"

She laughed. "No, on an absolute scale. Amazing. How do you feel?" she asked, turning to look at me with concern.

"Warm and happy. Thank you for helping me get over my... whatever that was."

"My pleasure. Thank you for the orgasm! So, have you gone full lesbian?" 

"No," I admitted. "In fact, I could really use a hard cock in me right now!" I said, slipping my fingers out of her.  

She laughed. "Told you!" She looked at my fingers, shining in the moonlight. "Taste them," she said. I slid them between my lips and licked off the juice. "What do you think?" she asked.

"I like it. Not too different from my own."

"Maybe tomorrow you can taste me directly."

My stomach fluttered. "Maybe, yeah."

"If you're ready." Her eyes were drooping.

"Are you going right to sleep? Like a guy?"

"Mmmm," she answered.

"Good night, sweet Cyn," I said, pulling the blanket back up.

"Good night KDK." She kissed me softly, turned her head to the ceiling, and closed her eyes.  

So many thoughts were capering around my head. I had just had sex with my best friend. Amazing sex. And she was right; I still wanted Jacob. A lot. Maybe I could... I stayed on my side, wondering whether I should let him sleep or not. Surely Kate's wails woke him. How hard had that made him, knowing I was doing that to her?  

I heard movement behind me, then felt it. A warm body under the blanket, pressed against my back. An arm wrapped around me, fingers cupping my breast in a familiar embrace. I felt legs touching mine, a shaft of rigid flesh pressing against my butt cheeks. Okay, that was how hard it had made him.

Jacob's Story

I was not going to sleep through this. There was heavy breathing in the dark beside me, interspersed with moans and gasps. Whose fingers were in whose vagina? This has to be Cyndi now, right? I had heard Kate make her usual orgasm sounds, so it must be Cyndi's turn. "Oh god," something something, "Don't stop!" Yes, definitely Cyndi.  

I wanted to join them, but rules are rules. Besides, we had two more days together. Maybe more in the future if it worked to everyone's satisfaction. Another thing we should have discussed first. I stared at the ceiling listening to my private audio erotica performance, my erection twitching at every sound.

"Don't stop!" Twitch.

"Just like that!" Flutter.

"Oh yes!" Tremble.

"I'm coming!" Well that answered that question. I rolled on my side hoping I could see something. Kate's arm was moving. Cyndi's knee was in the air, lurching back and forth as she cried out her orgasm. It went on as long as it had when I had made her come earlier. She was having quite a night.

There was more talk, and a kiss, then silence. It sounded like Cyndi had rolled over. Surely a minute was long enough for her to fall asleep. And once she's asleep it doesn't count as joining in, right? I slid across the futon and snuggled up behind my love. I wrapped my arm around her chest, her muscular buttocks pressing against my unyielding erection. Her nipple was stiff and pebbly against my palm.

She reached back, slipped her hand between us, and wrapped her long fingers around me.  

"Hi."

"Hi."

Jacob and Cyndi's Story

We moved against each other. The aroma of sex mingled with the echo of recent orgasms. Hips drove against hips, thighs against thighs. Fingers stroked hard flesh, caressed perky breasts, pulled bodies together. Quiet moans and wordless whispers escaped our lips. An ear was nibbled lightly by a hungry mouth. Streams of lust cascaded through our bodies.

Our hips shifted, fingers adjusting vital arrangements. A stiff rod hurriedly positioned between moist lips, sliding heedlessly between strong thighs, tripping momentarily against a sensitive nub of flesh and nerves. Fire flashed through us. Fingers moved to a new position, brushing through curly hair before grasping hot flesh and aiming more precisely. Hips adjusted, lubricating juice spread over skin. Bodies moved, orifice yielded to penetrating stiffness, and we were one.

Flesh moved inside flesh, slipping into warm wetness. Sparks flashed through our nerves, bodies and souls coiling together in the night. All intertwined, we held each other. We threw off the blanket, beginning an unhurried rhythm. Backward and forward, in and out. Slowly at first, increasing in tempo as our passion built.

Hands grasped flesh, pulling hips together, driving into each other. Sweat glistened on our skin, muscles tensing and relaxing. Fingers grabbed buttocks, strummed over inflamed nerve bundles, played each others' instruments. Our music swelled, driving toward resolution. Accelerando. Crescendo.  

Bodies tensed, teetered, frozen on the edge of ecstasy like Wile E. Coyote waiting for gravity to present itself. One slight movement, then release. With a cry, muscles squeezed around engorged flesh, contracting in shudders. Flesh responded, unleashing a torrent of warm liquid. Time turned to space; space to time. Pleasure poured through our bodies, muscles spasming, semen gushing into flooded passages.  

Slowly we returned to Earth, our spirits bound, bodies still interlaced. We lay quiet in the warmth, breathing in the cool air, hearts slowing to normal, juices leaking out. We adjusted our position, shrinking parts still connected, to kiss. "I love you," we said in unison, laughing.  

Exhaling together, we returned to spoon position, and awareness of a world still existing outside our bodies. In front of us Cyndi was watching and smiling.

"That was beautiful," she said.