It’s Hardly Ever Just Sex!

It's Hardly Ever Just Sex!

This story contains sexual activities and situations between consenting adults. All characters are eighteen or older. Any similarity to any individual, living or deceased, or location is coincidental and unintended.

This story is an inspiration. She inspires me every day. Every story I write, well, almost every story could be about her. When my imagination runs amok, she helps me redirect my feelings and emotions elsewhere. One's privacy is important to me. This story is true. Names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. Giggling, except for mine, my reputation precedes me.

Olivia Callahan is more than an FWB. We're more like girlfriend/girlfriend, but not exclusive. We sexually play with others; sometimes we share, sometimes we don't. Olivia is a Nurse Practitioner who works at a local hospital's emergency room. She lives in Rehoboth Beach. I live in Fenwick. Both are beach towns on the Delaware shore, about twenty miles apart along the coastal highway.

We have an intense and passionate relationship. When our schedules mesh, we try to connect. And who wouldn't?

Olivia's body is bronze, athletic, and fit. I love her round, perky booty with a perfect shelf. Her boobies are natural with a nice shape, although slightly smaller than mine. She usually wears her black hair in a ponytail, but when she lets it down, she sparkles.

When she's dressed to the 'nines,' she looks sultry and mysterious. When she does, she's irresistible. When you look into her brown eyes, you become mesmerized, and when she gives you her radiant smile, she captivates you. Today was one of those days.

You know it the moment you look into her eyes, and her eyes tell you exactly what she needs... from you. That's the way it is, always is, with Olivia Callahan and me. It's never just sex. With Olivia is always more. But this afternoon it was just sex.

This story will be told in first person from my point of view. I am Nikki Madison.

I Need You in the Afternoon!

I met up with Olivia at 'On The Beach,' a restaurant/club in the middle of Rehoboth Beach. That day, the local hospital was holding a community 'Meet and Greet' outreach event with local businesses. Our restaurant group is a charitable benefactor. We give back to the local community whenever we can.

The event was designed to share new and ongoing projects with the business community and to let selected staff mingle with the guests. That day, Olivia Callahan attended as one of the hospital associates representing Emergency Services. Because of work commitments, I couldn't attend the presentations, but I did attend the social gathering. Of course, I knew Olivia would be there, so I made every effort to attend.

When I arrived, she was talking with one of her colleagues and close friends, Whitney Davis. Whitney saw me first but kept a straight face. Olivia was facing away. I slowly walked up behind her and tenderly kissed the nape of her neck.

She sighed. "I love that, Nikki!"

I nuzzled my nose tightly behind her left ear, gently nibbling the edge of her lobe. I blew warm air; her earring dangled in the soft breeze. I whispered. "Olivia, how did you know it was me?"

"Nikki, no one lights me up as you do!" Giggling, she added. "The smell of your perfume, the precise positioning of your puckered lips on the exact spot of my neck... every time and..."

She never finished. I distracted her by easing my lips down her jawline, one soft peck followed by another. With one finger on her chin, I gently turned her head facing me. We stared into each other's eyes, and our lips tenderly touched.

Olivia purred, repeating "Oh, Oh, Oh!" They were her weak sighs of surrender. She spoke directly into my mouth. "Nikki, you just melt me every time."

We kissed again, this time our lips lingered. I pressed her tightly against my chest. I felt her body quiver. Soft purrs. Olivia arched her back and tilted her head. My extended fingers gently held the side of her head. With my tongue, I parted her lips and pushed my tongue inside her mouth, drawing her tongue into mine; our tongues squished about. And I nibbled on the tip. We both breathed heavily, both murmuring soft moans.

Whitney, still standing silently nearby, uttered. "You girls need to find a room." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Whitney walk away... toward the open bar.

Olivia whispered. "She's right!" She grabbed my hand and led me to a nearby vacant room. The room was small and sparse. Perhaps they used it to store extra tables and chairs. We closed the door behind us.

We Find A Room

Once inside, Olivia turned to face me. We kissed again, and we embraced. As I lowered my hands, my nails explored her firm back, resting on her hips. She softly cooed, "Oh Nikki!" As she arched back, I nibbled the underside of her throat.

I whispered. "I so want you, Olivia!" I paused. "I need you now!"

She nodded breathlessly as she wrapped her arms around my neck, widening her legs to steady herself. Her eyes focused on mine. "What's stopping you, Nikki?"

I walked her backward, resting her bum on a table. It tilted forward; it was too wobbly; it wouldn't hold both of our weight. We slid off the table onto the carpeted floor, and the table tipped over, screening us from anyone who might unexpectedly barge through the door.

I cushioned our fall, and Olivia was underneath me, clinging to my body. I had no idea how we managed that so effortlessly. I was embarrassed by my clumsiness, but neither of us was injured. Well, just my ego.

Olivia's skirt is bunched around her waist. I lifted my upper body to my knees, and my fingers gripped the hem of her thong; Olivia lifted her bum off the floor. I tugged her thong and stopped abruptly. Her nylon thong was tucked under her garter straps. I chuckled.

"Nikki, what's wrong?" Realizing my dilemma, she muttered hoarsely. "Nikki, just rip them off!" That's what I did. I yanked on the top hem; it snapped. I tugged the other hem; it ripped, too. I balled the tattered thong in my fist and tossed it aside. Olivia giggled. "Nikki, I so love it when you get a little aggressive!" I snickered.

I pressed my body back down, my arms flopping to her side, and my crotch rested on her pelvis. She pushed into me. I rubbed my red G-string-pouched cock along her mound. We grinded. She wrapped her stocking-clad legs around my waist, caressing my hips, then locked her legs together. She leveraged her body. Olivia panted. I loosened the strings on my G; tugging it, I flipped it off. It landed next to her thong.

We're In Heat!

My pretty cock was now fully aroused, bobbing and weaving, pointing straight out from my body; the cockhead poked her inner thighs. I grabbed her waist, pressing my body closer. Lowering my hands, I cupped each bare cheek in my palms. As I lifted her bum off the floor, I eased the tip in slowly.

Olivia's gulped, then smirked with anticipation, followed by a repeated soft moan, "Oh, oh, oh," that silently trailed off.

She, my cock, slid in shallow, and eased back, followed by another shallow thrust. Using my knees as leverage, I thrust faster; this time a little deeper. As I eased back again, I took a deep breath. With each thrust, I exhaled.

Olivia grunted, "Ugh," with each thrust. Her bum twisted and squirmed, bouncing off the floor timed with each thrust. My swollen shaft fit snugly inside her slit. We were in a natural rhythm... several shallow plunges, then one slightly deeper thrust. I teasingly slowed down my next thrust, resting my cockhead on her outer lips. Olivia whined. Her outstretched legs and her heels pressed into my back.

She mumbled, "Fuck Nikki, stop taunting. Fuck me hard!"

I thrust fast and deep. She screamed. "Oh fuck, oh fuck... Oh geez!" She lifted her bum off the floor. I gripped her cheeks again; this time my nails dug deep into her glistening cheeks. She squeezed her eyes shut; her arms were flapping; there was nothing to grab. She swiftly pressed her hands to her chest. She blurted. "Fuck, Nikki, you are so in my head right now!"

Her panting quickened. I gripped her waist for more leverage. I pulled her bum completely off the floor. My thrust was fast and deep. She dug her pointed high heels into the small of my back. I gasped. I quickly eased my shaft back to the edge. I paused, toying with her mind. I eased back in... then hastened my thrusts, two quick shallow ones, the third a little deeper. I was in full control.

Olivia garbled a few continuous "Ohs, ohs!" then sputtered, "I, I, I" repetitively. If she said anything else, it was unintelligible. I felt her body tremble, which swiftly turned into powerful shaking. I slid my shaft back to the edge, then pounded vigorously back inside her tight canal; her vagina tightly clenched my shaft.

She grasped my neck, pressing her body into mine, and changing her tone, she screamed nonstop, "OH, oh, OH, oh." Her body continued to tremble and shake uncontrollably. As I kept thrusting, her scream became louder; I closed my eyes, and her whining sound rang in my ears.

Steadying her back, I eased her bum back onto the floor. She clamped her inner walls, clenching my cock. I twisted my bum and scraped her side wall with my cockhead. Her legs tightened around my back, as if to spur me on. The tension was building; blood rushed to my shaft, and my veins were bulging. I spurted. I could sense my cream oozing out of my tiny cockhead slit. My cock pulsed.

Olivia squealed, "C'mon, finish me. Give me all of your cream!" Her pointed nails dug in deeper. I kept squirting... endlessly. I bit my lip to muzzle my screams.

My heavy breathing calmed. I was panting. I looked into Olivia's brown eyes. She mumbled, "Damn, Nikki, I so needed that!" As she spoke, I lowered my face to kiss her. Then there was an abrupt knock on the door.

"Olivia, Nikki, are you in there?" It was her friend Whitney.

Olivia weakly mumbled. "Yes, Whitney, we'll be right out!" Before she could finish, Whitney burst through the door. Light from the hallway burst into the dark room.

"Where are you?"

I spoke. "Whitney, we're behind the table!"

She gasped, "Oh, I hope I didn't interrupt." She chuckled. She moved into the room and peered over the upturned table. My bare ass still covered Olivia's naked lower body. My cock, no longer hard, popped out of Olivia's glistening slit.

Olivia chuckled as well. "No, we've just finished. I'm soaked!"

Whitney discovered my G-string and Olivia's torn thong on the floor beside us. She held up her tattered thong. "Giggling, these are useless!" She tossed Olivia my G-string. "Put these on. Nikki is taking us to dinner. I'm famished."

Olivia and I burst out laughing. I grinned, looking at Whitney. "Is it safe to assume you will be dessert?" Yes, they were FWBs.

She giggled, "Or we could skip dinner and go straight to Olivia's condo." Olivia's condo was nearby; a short walk through town.

Almost in unison, Olivia and I said. "I'm game!"

Olivia wiggled into my G-string. I stood, and Whitney playfully wiped my pretty cock clean with Olivia's frayed thong. Her fingers lingered. "I'm always jealous when Olivia tells me she has a date with you." She squeezed my cock and smiled. "I'm getting my share of her - your pretty cock tonight!"

The three of us left 'On The Beach' together. I walked in the middle, holding both women by the waist. It was a quick walk to Olivia's condo. On the way, she called our favorite pizza place and ordered two pizzas and three salads.

The pizzas were delivered before we could finish our first glass of wine. The three of us enjoyed dessert naked on Olivia's king-sized bed.

Nikki Speaks

Each Thursday in the Forum's Authors' Hangout, the authors have a post entitled 'Thursday Writing Prompt'. The authors challenge each other to write a story between 500 and 1000 words based on a short phrase or one word. A recent Thursday prompt was the phrase 'Just Sex'.

I started writing. My first attempt exceeded the 1000-word limit, and it became the story 'I Need You Tonight!' I posted a comment and was told I just needed to post a vignette. It doesn't have to have a beginning and end, just a middle, or just a start, or an end. Using a different scene altogether, I tried it again. I submitted almost 500 words. I was told it was lovely, so I expanded the vignette into a full Nikki Madison story. I hope you enjoyed this read.

Please comment and vote with your stars. Your comments and feedback are essential. I always want to improve my stories. Please take a few moments to share your thoughts in the comments section. Please vote with your true conscience.

If you are not a regular Nikki Madison reader, let me tell you a little bit about myself: I'm a blue-eyed blonde, 5'7", in my early 30s with long athletic legs, and a perfectly formed booty, with a flawless shelf. My breasts are 375 cc silicone implants that look more natural than they are. My bra size is a typical D-Cup. I have been living full-time as a trans woman for almost five years now.

It's important to know that my pretty cock fits nicely in my G-string. It's not massive, but it's cut and shaved with a sculpted helmet. And it's fully functional.

If I must say so myself. I am one good-looking bitch.

As for Whitney Davis. She is blond, fit, and tan, with a firm hourglass body. Her boobies are proportional, not too large. The three of us have shared a bed before.

I sincerely hope you are enjoying Nikki's Kinky Adventures. This story has been posted to Literotica. com with the original author's full knowledge under my pen name, NikkijMaadison. No part of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other website without the express written consent of the original author. You may discover mistakes. That will happen.

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