Fingering

I was in my bed alone last night, thinking about you. It was so long ago, and yet it seemed only a few months ago. The feelings of you lying next to me, for me, behind me, on top of me, all seem so vivid. How did it all start? As I remember, it was my job… You’d stayed and since there was only one bed, you’d slept with me. I remember waking up in the morning and feeling close. I don’t know what started me, just friendly comfort, I guess, but I started robbing your back, feeling the shape of you by the side of your night shirt. You moved slowly under my touch, enjoying the sensitive feelings of being rubbed. Once in a while, I pushed my fingers a little further around your waist and I felt the sidewalk of your stomach. You obviously couldn’t decide if you wanted me to go on like that while you were quiet and even moved from me. I kept quiet, gently, and you graduated and relaxed, and let me rub you. My touch now, I started tracking a line in your leg, felt the change of satin to flesh and my heart skipped. My underwear came between my teeth, I started the trip back in your leg, gave you room to put your shoulder on the bed, so you were looking at me on an elbow. I leaned forward and kissed your lips so softly and you didn’t blink. Your lips were damp. At first, you didn’t respond, except to be passive there, but very graduated, like I kissed gently, you started kissing me back, getting your lips a little divorce to let me explore with my tongue. I didn’t want to break the spell we made, didn’t scare you to pull back from me, so I returned to rub your abdomen through the satin of your shirt, raise my hand to feel the outside of your heavy tits. You have the most beautiful body, very slimy with big boobs where I could have buried my face and drowned, with the greatest pleasure. You started moving under my hand again, enjoying the sensations in you. I felt the outline of your nipples, honor, now, and when I moved from one to another, a line around them, you gave a little moan of pleasure. I kissed you again, this time with more definition, and there was no doubt about your reaction right now. You enjoyed yourself, me, and you kissed me back, your tongue that tried my mouth, tasted me, our tongues looked after each other.

It was on a hot summer day in Foyil, Okalahoma when Terri visited her cousin, renewed their lesbian relationship. They grew up close together. They started inspecting each other’s bodies when they were in puberty. It went from watching and touching to suck. They both enjoyed the feeling, but when they came into their teenagers, they stopped playing with each other because they were afraid that people would find out what they did and call them names.

I live in a fancy two-bedroom apartment with three of my friends, my roommate is also my best friend since second grade. Both bedrooms are master bedrooms, we have a third bathroom of the kitchen that comes in handy, all guidances, in-doors, swimming pools, washing service, full gym with about every machine you know the picture. I don’t remember who had the idea to double our money and live like queens, but it really worked out for us, especially the fact that we have 20 hours of security and no one can come in without approval and ID. My roommate and best friend, Toni and I started betting in high school about the outcome of TV shows and stuff and the payments escalate for the last year or so. We do this once a week and a few weeks ago I won, our roommates worked late, so I let them. Making Toni food and serving me in the nude, which was great for me and as it turned out, for Toni. I beat her up a few times when she served me, rubbed her ass, and when I asked about the desert, Toni put her tit in my mouth, told me to enjoy the desert. I took her nipple in my mouth and made me realize why men loved our tits. The next week I won again, Toni had me bathed and shaved. The next week, Toni won, and she never said anything about the payout, which made me wonder what was in store for me. We watched TV, we celebrate, Toni said it was gonna be late, looked at me, tainted her finger for me to follow, and I knew it was paid time.

“I feel a little weird about the way he massages me…” Kay, the mother, was getting ready for her bath, talking to her husband Jim. He was behind her and she undressed. He put his fingers in her bare back. He had showered and waited for her to take a bath and then came to him for a sexy sex scene in the bedroom. They were outside the bathroom where the water drew in the bath, and where she would soon call her son Sammy to wash her back, then move her to her bosom and wash slow boobs, massage her so she could get wet, and Jimer.