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Bethany didn't ask if she wanted a boyfriend again. As Allison had pointed out earlier, life was complicated enough right now. "We never got that last guy's name."
"I know," Allison smiled. "Cool, isn't it?" Bethany nodded and squeezed her legs together. Damn, she felt needful.
"How much time do we have left?"
"Another hour," Allison said.
Café Joe's was attached to a small strip of stores that included a sandwich shop, a convenient store, a used book store and a couple small boutiques. They wandered through the stores to pass the time. Bethany thought waiting would dull the needful ache she felt in the pit of her stomach. Instead, her need grew. "How did you ever go back to work feeling like this?" she asked.
"Cool, isn't it?"
"More like torture."
"It was fun watching you yesterday."
"Yeah," Bethany said. It was compromise comment. What she really wanted to say was, "You could have done more than watch." "You're really hot."
"I like seeing that red hair you have," Allison said with a purposeful glance towards Bethany's lower parts.
Bethany felt a blush coming on and rolled her eyes at herself. Really? After everything they've done together that would embarrass her? "Tell me it's time."
"It's better than time," she said as she drifted towards the front door of the boutique store they were visiting. "I just saw a guy I knew, too."
"Is he cute?"
"Even better, my roommate dated him last semester and said he was hung." She darted out the front door. "Hey Dusty!"
The guy in the skullcap stopped and turned. He wore a pretty smile of straight, white teeth and his eyes lit up as he noticed who called his name. "Allie!" he cried and moved towards her. They pulled each other into a warm embrace.
Bethany held back, unsure of her place. Their embrace threw her. Why would Allison hug her roommate's ex-boyfriend? For that matter, why would Allison want to pick her roommate's ex-boyfriend as their next blowjob buddy?
"Dustin, this is my girlfriend Bethany. Bethany, Dustin," Allison said while grabbing Bethany by the hand and pulling her close. Allison didn't release her hand as she cleared up part of the mystery. "Can you believe my bitch of a roommate would cheat on this hunky piece of meat?"
"Aw, water under the bridge now. What about you? Are you seeing anyone?" Dustin said. Bethany liked his dark eyes, scruffy shadow of a beard and lean, lanky frame.
"Everyone and anyone," Allison said. She held up Bethany's hand as if it meant something. Bethany smiled and tried not to react. "Which brings me to a really important question." She flashed Bethany a quick smile while Dustin looked on with interest. "Can we suck your dick?"
Dustin exploded into a deep bellow of laughter that sounded too big for his small frame. "Are you serious?" He looked between them. "Both of you?" He received two nods. "At the same time?"
"But that's all we're going to do, right?" Bethany asked, unsure because of the history between Allison and Dustin.
Allison nodded and quickly gave him the same rules the other guys had received. One blowjob, no touching and no telling. At the end she added, "We just miss doing that."
Dustin's face wore the same amazed and disbelief expression as ever other guy. He scratched the back of his head, looked back and forth as if measuring their sincerity and finally shrugged. "What the hell, right? Why not? When do you want to do this?"
"Now?" Allison asked and Dustin's face broke into another big, award winning smile.
Dustin and Allison played catch-up as they walked back to the dorm. Dustin was asked about his relationship status. "Just hanging out," he replied. There were the few obligatory questions and comments about majors and classes and life back home before they were in the elevator heading up the Bethany's room. Dustin looked relieved when they walked past Allison's room.
It was Dustin's idea to put on some music before they got started. Bethany thought it was a good idea and was surprised no one else had made a similar suggestion. He took a moment to find a music stream on her laptop sounded like the soundtrack playing inside Café Joes. Dustin wore tight fitting jeans slung low beneath his hips and held up with a fat belt that included an even bigger belt buckle. Beneath that big buckle was a pleasant sized lump of manliness. "You're beautiful," he told Bethany and brushed a stray lock of her curls behind her ear. "It's a shame we can't touch." His eyes worked across her body and with how they lingered at her stiff nipples she could guess where he would like to touch.
"It's just a blowjob," Allison reminded him as she cupped the package in the front of his pants. Their eyes met and for a long moment Bethany was sure they were going to kiss. It never happened.
"You know, that's something your roommate hardly ever did."
"She's a bitch."
"Yeah," Dustin agreed and his dark eyes fluttered as a wave of pleasure moved through him. "Can you feel that? You're making me hard."
"We want you to be hard," Allison said. She pulled Bethany closer, nodded and Bethany understood what she should do. She worked the big buckle and unsnapped his pants.
"I should warn you, it's been a while," he mumbled as he watched their hands.
"How long?" Bethany asked.
"A month or two," he admitted. She found that answer surprising. How could anyone ignore this cute man for that long? It felt sinful.
"Since . . .?" Allison asked without saying her roommate's name.
"No, not quite that long," Dustin chuckled. "That stung, but please."
"Good answer," Bethany said and pulled open his pants. He hadn't bothered with underwear, either. She had to tug and coax his skinny jeans downward. As she did, Allison pulled out his cock and Bethany smiled as she knelt and found herself face to face with Dustin's stiffening prick. The rumor was true. Dustin's cock was as fat as Keith, maybe fatter and longer. Better yet, as his cock grew harder it stood upright, too. Bethany gave his cockhead a kiss before helping out of his shoes and pants.
Dustin was pushed backwards on the extra bed and they went to work on him. "This is so crazy," he moaned with an appreciative smile on his face. "I can't believe this is happening to me."
"Believe it," Allison giggled and took a turn bobbing her head up and down his fuck-stick. Bethany couldn't stand it. She pressed close and they did him together. They sandwiched his cock between their open mouths and moved up and down in unison.
"Incredible," he purred with that same happy smile.
"You have a great cock," Bethany told him, caressing his balls while Allison sucked and realizing his balls felt different. "Are you shaved?" she asked, surprised and pleased with her discovery.
"Something an ex-girlfriend liked," he said and shrugged. "I decided I liked it, too."
Bethany pressed her mouth against his smooth balls. His balls were big and his lack of pubic hair felt good. She noticed the rest of his hair was cropped close, too. It was a sexy look. She kissed her way up his shaft and took another turn sucking him when her friend pulled away. "Doesn't she look good doing that?" Allison asked.
"You both do," Dustin diplomatically said.
Allison moved behind Bethany, pressed against her back and wrapped her arms around her redheaded friend. Allison's hands cupped Bethany's breasts, easily finding stiff nipples and rolling them between her fingers and thumbs. "Suck it," she said. Bethany already was but still reacted to Allison's words. "Sucking that big dick makes your nipples so hard." Allison's encouragement made her caress feel more right. It felt as if their tightrope slipped closer to the net. Yes, Allison was groping her chest but that was okay, wasn't it? It felt good. It made Bethany enjoy the big cock in her mouth even more. That wasn't gay, was it?
"You do it," Bethany insisted, moving out from between Allison and Dustin's manhood. Once Allison took over sucking, Bethany repaid the favor. She covered Allison's breasts with her hands and massaged their perky firmness. "Look at him," she told her friend, pressing her mouth close to Allison's ear. She could smell the flowery sweetness of Allison's shampoo and conditioner. Dustin was watching with wide open eyes and a hungry, needful look. He looked amazed and appreciative at the same time and Bethany better understood community service comment Allison had made at Joe's.
"I'm so close," he said.
"Can you do it twice?" Bethany asked.
"It's really been a while," he nodded, looking excited at the opportunity.
"Cum in her mouth," Bethany told him, unwilling to let go of Allison's body. She slipped a hand between Allison's legs and rubbed her pussy through her tight yoga pants while keeping her other hand on Allison's chest. It was the gayest thing Bethany had ever done. She felt their tightrope moving closer to the net. The net looked so inviting, too. What if she slipped her hand inside Allison's pants? Would that be the same as taking a step off their tightrope and bouncing up and down on the safety of the net? She heard Allison moan. "Suck it," she said again. "Make him cum." Despite the placement of her hands, she felt safe on their tightrope until she felt Allison's hand sliding over hers, pressing and holding Bethany's hand against her pussy, as if telling her not to stop. Bethany felt the rope drop closer to the net but she didn't stop.
"OH yeah!" Dustin groaned in an appreciative bellow that reminded Bethany of his deep, full laughter. "I'm cumming! So good. . . So go-ood!" His dark eyes fluttered as his chest heaved. Bethany could see his hips bucking and she felt the smallest tingle of jealousy that her friend's mouth was the one receiving the reward of their hard work. The very next moment she felt Allison shiver and realized her friend was having an orgasm, too! Had she done that? Had Bethany given Allison an orgasm or had Allison made it happen when she cupped her hand over Bethany's? Did it matter?
Allison twisted, turned and grabbed the back of Bethany's head. Their lips met with the ferocity of a force of nature. The immoveable object had broken free and was colliding with the irresistible force. Their tongues met and their bodies melted together. Bethany tasted Dustin's cum on Allison's tongue. She chased after the treat of his salty semen, pulling and sucking on her friend's tongue while never losing track that she was kissing a girl. She felt Allison grabbing at her ass. Bethany's hand was sandwiched between their bodies and groped her friend's chest. They had kissed before. They had touched before. Bethany didn't know why this felt different, except it did. Was it because Allison had had an orgasm? Was it the way she pressed Bethany's face against hers? Was it something in the kiss that felt different? She felt their tightrope dropping closer to the net and clung to the taste of Dustin's orgasm shared between their mouths. This isn't new, she lied to herself. We've done this. It's what we do. We suck and then kiss. No big deal. But the aching need for more she felt between her legs said otherwise.
"I want that," Dustin softly said as he stared at the kissing women. His soft voice was a reminder they weren't alone.
"Whew!" Allison said, pulling away from their kiss with stars in her eyes. She smiled at Bethany before asking Dustin, "Want what?"
"Whatever you two have," he said with an open-faced look of awe and appreciation.
"Hard to believe we're not really gay, isn't it?" Allison said, finally correcting her earlier implication.
"Right," he smirked.
"Honestly!" Bethany insisted, quickly pulling her hand off Allison's tit. "We just like to kiss afterwards."
"And touch," Dustin said, still smiling.
"Maybe a little," she blushed. How much of an explanation did she owe him? She didn't know Dustin. He was Allison's friend.
"It's only gay if you close your eyes when you kiss," Dustin said.
"I thought it was It's only gay if you push back,?" Allison asked and their jokes lightened the mood between them.
"Is it gay when I do this?" Bethany asked, leaning over and kissing his cock.
"No, that's heavenly," he sighed.
"Can you really do it again?" Allison asked. He nodded.
"Like I said, it's been a while and that was really good."
"Do you need to rest?"
"Does it look that way?" he asked, rubbing his still hard cock. Bethany started sucking him again. He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand before pulling it away. "You should take off your shirt," he murmured.
"Why? You're not allowed to touch," she asked between mouthfuls of his manhood.
"But I still have eyes."
"Do it," Allison said, already tugging at Bethany's t-shirt. She had it worked up her chest. Bethany pulled away from Dustin's big dick and allowed her friend to finish the job.
"You have to do it, too," Bethany insisted. She held her head to one side as she sucked Dustin and watched Allison pulling off her top.
"Keep going," he said.
Allison looked at Bethany. "Do it," Bethany said. When Allison stayed frozen in place, Bethany reached behind herself. She slipped her yoga pants over her ass and halfway down her thighs. Allison pulled them off her feet before standing and taking off her pants, too. Bethany felt the tightrope slipping inches away from the invitation of the net.
Allison nudged next to Bethany for a turn at sucking Dustin. Bethany pulled away and admired the man in front of them. He was cute, a fun mix between geeky and hipster. She wondered when he pulled off his shirt? His lean body was an invitation she wanted to accept. She caressed his flat stomach, followed the line of twisty hair from his bellybutton on down and caressed his cock while Allison still sucked him. She rubbed his balls and knew as long as she kept her hands on him, her hands wouldn't be on Allison.
It felt right being naked with Dustin and Allison. Bethany felt exposed. She felt hyper-aware of her nudity and theirs. Being naked made her feel vulnerable. Nakedness meant more than being exposed. Naked was an act of trust and faith. Or an invitation. Which was it? Last time she was naked with Allison they had been separated by beds pushed against opposite walls. Minutes ago they had touched and groped through the safety barrier of their clothes. She pulled back a bit and admired the raw sexuality of watching Allison sucking Dustin. Seeing her do it wearing clothes had been hot. This was hotter. She could see Allison's perky breasts sway as she moved. She could see Allison's nipples hard and needful. She knew how that felt. Her nipples ached, too.
"My turn," Bethany insisted, pushing close and pulled Dustin to her mouth.
This was safer. This was why they were there, wasn't it? It wasn't about touching, petting or seeing the other girl aroused. It was about the thrill of sucking a dick, wasn't it? Why else were they doing it? As a joke? As a way of teasing themselves? As a way of exposing men as the horn-dogs they were? The concept of community service fell away from the act. None of those explanations fit and they never had. This was never about the man or his need for an orgasm. This was a completely selfish act performed as way to tease her libido. Yes, Bethany wanted the man to have an orgasm. Yes, she wanted to taste his creamy orgasm and savor its unique flavor and texture. She didn't care about it as a gift of an orgasm for him. She cared about it for the singular thrill of doing it. Making these men experience an orgasm had been a form of victory, a salty surprise for a job well done. Getting the man naked had been part of the dance. Never mind how easy it was to find a man willing to expose the very essence of his manhood to the risk of her teeth biting and tearing. She would never do that, though it was an amazing element. No, Bethany knew it was about the man exposing himself, offering himself to her attentions in hopes of receiving a pleasure.
And what did it mean that she was now naked, too? She didn't need to be naked to suck him. Neither did Allison, so why had they done it? Because Dustin had been kinder than the other guys? Because Dustin was cute and well-hung and thoughtful enough to think of playing music while they played? No, that didn't fit. Bethany realized she was naked because she wanted to be naked. She wanted to receive the same gifts they were offering Dustin. And she wanted to share that gift with Allison. She wanted to be the reason why Allison climaxed.
Bethany pulled away from the prop of Dustin and his beautiful, hard cock. The tightrope between her and Allison had landed on the net and Bethany knew it had never mattered. Being branded as "straight" had no greater value than being called "gay" or "bisexual" or anything else. There was sex. Sex equaled joy and nothing else matter. Labels weren't descriptions; they were chains that held people back from experiencing life to its fullest. If I do this, then I'm going to be called that. What a silly and stupid way to approach life!
"Suck him," Bethany said as she traded places with Allison. Her pretty friend with the long, straight brown hair eagerly slid between Dustin's legs. She nursed on his balls while stroking his long, hard cock. When Allison's mouth wrapped around Dustin's prick, Bethany knew how it felt for her friend. Allison would taste and feel the wetness Bethany's mouth had left behind. It was a kiss, once removed. "Does that make you wet?" Bethany asked and caressed Allison's rump, rubbing the firmness of her ass without doing anything more.
"Um-hum," Allison hummed in the affirmative without pulling her mouth away.
"Really wet?"
"Yes," she sighed without cock in her mouth.
"Does it make you want an orgasm?"
Allison answered with a nod of her head that didn't match her sucking.
"Keep sucking," Bethany told her as she wiggled closer to Allison's profile. Allison was on her knees, sitting on her heels as if praying. She gave Bethany a suspicious glance but didn't stop what she was doing. Bethany reached between Allison's body and Dustin's knees. She caressed Allison's chest, running her hand across stiff, hard nipples that felt like large pebbles beneath her palm. "Do you like that?" Another out-of-synch nod from Allison. "You like when I play with your tits?" she asked and Allison moaned. "How wet are you?"
Bethany didn't wait for Allison's response. She never intended on waiting. Her hand slid down Allison's flat stomach and she reached between her girlfriend's legs. She slipped her fingers past her closely cropped landing strip of pubic hair until her fingers were touching the core of Allison's nature as a woman. She parted puffy lips and her fingers found the sensitive nub all women have. She felt the heat she knew from touching herself. She felt the same dampness. She felt Allison's pussy as she had so often felt her own with the exception that she wasn't touching herself. She was touching Allison, intimately and with purpose. Allison moaned again.
"Who will come first? You or him?" Bethany asked, enjoying the thrill of what she was doing. She poked a finger inside of Allison. Her friend's pussy felt feverishly hot. She added a second finger and rocked her hand between her legs. Long before her and Thom had ever made love, he would do this to Bethany. It was as far as they would go for months and her favorite part. He would snake his hand inside her jeans and beneath her panties. His fingers would dig inside her weeping, waiting pussy and he would finger-fuck her. She had loved the sensation of his fingers inside her pussy and knew from the times she had taken care of herself that the bigger thrill came from the heel of his palm mashed against her clit. Cupping Allison's womanhood, this was the thrill Bethany gave her friend, rubbing and fingering her at the same time. Keeping her hand in place, she pressed her face against Dustin and his big prick. Allison turned her head, found Bethany's mouth and they kissed with Dustin's dick rubbing their cheeks. Bethany felt Allison's moans against her tongue as her friend came.
"I know," Allison smiled. "Cool, isn't it?" Bethany nodded and squeezed her legs together. Damn, she felt needful.
"How much time do we have left?"
"Another hour," Allison said.
Café Joe's was attached to a small strip of stores that included a sandwich shop, a convenient store, a used book store and a couple small boutiques. They wandered through the stores to pass the time. Bethany thought waiting would dull the needful ache she felt in the pit of her stomach. Instead, her need grew. "How did you ever go back to work feeling like this?" she asked.
"Cool, isn't it?"
"More like torture."
"It was fun watching you yesterday."
"Yeah," Bethany said. It was compromise comment. What she really wanted to say was, "You could have done more than watch." "You're really hot."
"I like seeing that red hair you have," Allison said with a purposeful glance towards Bethany's lower parts.
Bethany felt a blush coming on and rolled her eyes at herself. Really? After everything they've done together that would embarrass her? "Tell me it's time."
"It's better than time," she said as she drifted towards the front door of the boutique store they were visiting. "I just saw a guy I knew, too."
"Is he cute?"
"Even better, my roommate dated him last semester and said he was hung." She darted out the front door. "Hey Dusty!"
The guy in the skullcap stopped and turned. He wore a pretty smile of straight, white teeth and his eyes lit up as he noticed who called his name. "Allie!" he cried and moved towards her. They pulled each other into a warm embrace.
Bethany held back, unsure of her place. Their embrace threw her. Why would Allison hug her roommate's ex-boyfriend? For that matter, why would Allison want to pick her roommate's ex-boyfriend as their next blowjob buddy?
"Dustin, this is my girlfriend Bethany. Bethany, Dustin," Allison said while grabbing Bethany by the hand and pulling her close. Allison didn't release her hand as she cleared up part of the mystery. "Can you believe my bitch of a roommate would cheat on this hunky piece of meat?"
"Aw, water under the bridge now. What about you? Are you seeing anyone?" Dustin said. Bethany liked his dark eyes, scruffy shadow of a beard and lean, lanky frame.
"Everyone and anyone," Allison said. She held up Bethany's hand as if it meant something. Bethany smiled and tried not to react. "Which brings me to a really important question." She flashed Bethany a quick smile while Dustin looked on with interest. "Can we suck your dick?"
Dustin exploded into a deep bellow of laughter that sounded too big for his small frame. "Are you serious?" He looked between them. "Both of you?" He received two nods. "At the same time?"
"But that's all we're going to do, right?" Bethany asked, unsure because of the history between Allison and Dustin.
Allison nodded and quickly gave him the same rules the other guys had received. One blowjob, no touching and no telling. At the end she added, "We just miss doing that."
Dustin's face wore the same amazed and disbelief expression as ever other guy. He scratched the back of his head, looked back and forth as if measuring their sincerity and finally shrugged. "What the hell, right? Why not? When do you want to do this?"
"Now?" Allison asked and Dustin's face broke into another big, award winning smile.
Dustin and Allison played catch-up as they walked back to the dorm. Dustin was asked about his relationship status. "Just hanging out," he replied. There were the few obligatory questions and comments about majors and classes and life back home before they were in the elevator heading up the Bethany's room. Dustin looked relieved when they walked past Allison's room.
It was Dustin's idea to put on some music before they got started. Bethany thought it was a good idea and was surprised no one else had made a similar suggestion. He took a moment to find a music stream on her laptop sounded like the soundtrack playing inside Café Joes. Dustin wore tight fitting jeans slung low beneath his hips and held up with a fat belt that included an even bigger belt buckle. Beneath that big buckle was a pleasant sized lump of manliness. "You're beautiful," he told Bethany and brushed a stray lock of her curls behind her ear. "It's a shame we can't touch." His eyes worked across her body and with how they lingered at her stiff nipples she could guess where he would like to touch.
"It's just a blowjob," Allison reminded him as she cupped the package in the front of his pants. Their eyes met and for a long moment Bethany was sure they were going to kiss. It never happened.
"You know, that's something your roommate hardly ever did."
"She's a bitch."
"Yeah," Dustin agreed and his dark eyes fluttered as a wave of pleasure moved through him. "Can you feel that? You're making me hard."
"We want you to be hard," Allison said. She pulled Bethany closer, nodded and Bethany understood what she should do. She worked the big buckle and unsnapped his pants.
"I should warn you, it's been a while," he mumbled as he watched their hands.
"How long?" Bethany asked.
"A month or two," he admitted. She found that answer surprising. How could anyone ignore this cute man for that long? It felt sinful.
"Since . . .?" Allison asked without saying her roommate's name.
"No, not quite that long," Dustin chuckled. "That stung, but please."
"Good answer," Bethany said and pulled open his pants. He hadn't bothered with underwear, either. She had to tug and coax his skinny jeans downward. As she did, Allison pulled out his cock and Bethany smiled as she knelt and found herself face to face with Dustin's stiffening prick. The rumor was true. Dustin's cock was as fat as Keith, maybe fatter and longer. Better yet, as his cock grew harder it stood upright, too. Bethany gave his cockhead a kiss before helping out of his shoes and pants.
Dustin was pushed backwards on the extra bed and they went to work on him. "This is so crazy," he moaned with an appreciative smile on his face. "I can't believe this is happening to me."
"Believe it," Allison giggled and took a turn bobbing her head up and down his fuck-stick. Bethany couldn't stand it. She pressed close and they did him together. They sandwiched his cock between their open mouths and moved up and down in unison.
"Incredible," he purred with that same happy smile.
"You have a great cock," Bethany told him, caressing his balls while Allison sucked and realizing his balls felt different. "Are you shaved?" she asked, surprised and pleased with her discovery.
"Something an ex-girlfriend liked," he said and shrugged. "I decided I liked it, too."
Bethany pressed her mouth against his smooth balls. His balls were big and his lack of pubic hair felt good. She noticed the rest of his hair was cropped close, too. It was a sexy look. She kissed her way up his shaft and took another turn sucking him when her friend pulled away. "Doesn't she look good doing that?" Allison asked.
"You both do," Dustin diplomatically said.
Allison moved behind Bethany, pressed against her back and wrapped her arms around her redheaded friend. Allison's hands cupped Bethany's breasts, easily finding stiff nipples and rolling them between her fingers and thumbs. "Suck it," she said. Bethany already was but still reacted to Allison's words. "Sucking that big dick makes your nipples so hard." Allison's encouragement made her caress feel more right. It felt as if their tightrope slipped closer to the net. Yes, Allison was groping her chest but that was okay, wasn't it? It felt good. It made Bethany enjoy the big cock in her mouth even more. That wasn't gay, was it?
"You do it," Bethany insisted, moving out from between Allison and Dustin's manhood. Once Allison took over sucking, Bethany repaid the favor. She covered Allison's breasts with her hands and massaged their perky firmness. "Look at him," she told her friend, pressing her mouth close to Allison's ear. She could smell the flowery sweetness of Allison's shampoo and conditioner. Dustin was watching with wide open eyes and a hungry, needful look. He looked amazed and appreciative at the same time and Bethany better understood community service comment Allison had made at Joe's.
"I'm so close," he said.
"Can you do it twice?" Bethany asked.
"It's really been a while," he nodded, looking excited at the opportunity.
"Cum in her mouth," Bethany told him, unwilling to let go of Allison's body. She slipped a hand between Allison's legs and rubbed her pussy through her tight yoga pants while keeping her other hand on Allison's chest. It was the gayest thing Bethany had ever done. She felt their tightrope moving closer to the net. The net looked so inviting, too. What if she slipped her hand inside Allison's pants? Would that be the same as taking a step off their tightrope and bouncing up and down on the safety of the net? She heard Allison moan. "Suck it," she said again. "Make him cum." Despite the placement of her hands, she felt safe on their tightrope until she felt Allison's hand sliding over hers, pressing and holding Bethany's hand against her pussy, as if telling her not to stop. Bethany felt the rope drop closer to the net but she didn't stop.
"OH yeah!" Dustin groaned in an appreciative bellow that reminded Bethany of his deep, full laughter. "I'm cumming! So good. . . So go-ood!" His dark eyes fluttered as his chest heaved. Bethany could see his hips bucking and she felt the smallest tingle of jealousy that her friend's mouth was the one receiving the reward of their hard work. The very next moment she felt Allison shiver and realized her friend was having an orgasm, too! Had she done that? Had Bethany given Allison an orgasm or had Allison made it happen when she cupped her hand over Bethany's? Did it matter?
Allison twisted, turned and grabbed the back of Bethany's head. Their lips met with the ferocity of a force of nature. The immoveable object had broken free and was colliding with the irresistible force. Their tongues met and their bodies melted together. Bethany tasted Dustin's cum on Allison's tongue. She chased after the treat of his salty semen, pulling and sucking on her friend's tongue while never losing track that she was kissing a girl. She felt Allison grabbing at her ass. Bethany's hand was sandwiched between their bodies and groped her friend's chest. They had kissed before. They had touched before. Bethany didn't know why this felt different, except it did. Was it because Allison had had an orgasm? Was it the way she pressed Bethany's face against hers? Was it something in the kiss that felt different? She felt their tightrope dropping closer to the net and clung to the taste of Dustin's orgasm shared between their mouths. This isn't new, she lied to herself. We've done this. It's what we do. We suck and then kiss. No big deal. But the aching need for more she felt between her legs said otherwise.
"I want that," Dustin softly said as he stared at the kissing women. His soft voice was a reminder they weren't alone.
"Whew!" Allison said, pulling away from their kiss with stars in her eyes. She smiled at Bethany before asking Dustin, "Want what?"
"Whatever you two have," he said with an open-faced look of awe and appreciation.
"Hard to believe we're not really gay, isn't it?" Allison said, finally correcting her earlier implication.
"Right," he smirked.
"Honestly!" Bethany insisted, quickly pulling her hand off Allison's tit. "We just like to kiss afterwards."
"And touch," Dustin said, still smiling.
"Maybe a little," she blushed. How much of an explanation did she owe him? She didn't know Dustin. He was Allison's friend.
"It's only gay if you close your eyes when you kiss," Dustin said.
"I thought it was It's only gay if you push back,?" Allison asked and their jokes lightened the mood between them.
"Is it gay when I do this?" Bethany asked, leaning over and kissing his cock.
"No, that's heavenly," he sighed.
"Can you really do it again?" Allison asked. He nodded.
"Like I said, it's been a while and that was really good."
"Do you need to rest?"
"Does it look that way?" he asked, rubbing his still hard cock. Bethany started sucking him again. He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand before pulling it away. "You should take off your shirt," he murmured.
"Why? You're not allowed to touch," she asked between mouthfuls of his manhood.
"But I still have eyes."
"Do it," Allison said, already tugging at Bethany's t-shirt. She had it worked up her chest. Bethany pulled away from Dustin's big dick and allowed her friend to finish the job.
"You have to do it, too," Bethany insisted. She held her head to one side as she sucked Dustin and watched Allison pulling off her top.
"Keep going," he said.
Allison looked at Bethany. "Do it," Bethany said. When Allison stayed frozen in place, Bethany reached behind herself. She slipped her yoga pants over her ass and halfway down her thighs. Allison pulled them off her feet before standing and taking off her pants, too. Bethany felt the tightrope slipping inches away from the invitation of the net.
Allison nudged next to Bethany for a turn at sucking Dustin. Bethany pulled away and admired the man in front of them. He was cute, a fun mix between geeky and hipster. She wondered when he pulled off his shirt? His lean body was an invitation she wanted to accept. She caressed his flat stomach, followed the line of twisty hair from his bellybutton on down and caressed his cock while Allison still sucked him. She rubbed his balls and knew as long as she kept her hands on him, her hands wouldn't be on Allison.
It felt right being naked with Dustin and Allison. Bethany felt exposed. She felt hyper-aware of her nudity and theirs. Being naked made her feel vulnerable. Nakedness meant more than being exposed. Naked was an act of trust and faith. Or an invitation. Which was it? Last time she was naked with Allison they had been separated by beds pushed against opposite walls. Minutes ago they had touched and groped through the safety barrier of their clothes. She pulled back a bit and admired the raw sexuality of watching Allison sucking Dustin. Seeing her do it wearing clothes had been hot. This was hotter. She could see Allison's perky breasts sway as she moved. She could see Allison's nipples hard and needful. She knew how that felt. Her nipples ached, too.
"My turn," Bethany insisted, pushing close and pulled Dustin to her mouth.
This was safer. This was why they were there, wasn't it? It wasn't about touching, petting or seeing the other girl aroused. It was about the thrill of sucking a dick, wasn't it? Why else were they doing it? As a joke? As a way of teasing themselves? As a way of exposing men as the horn-dogs they were? The concept of community service fell away from the act. None of those explanations fit and they never had. This was never about the man or his need for an orgasm. This was a completely selfish act performed as way to tease her libido. Yes, Bethany wanted the man to have an orgasm. Yes, she wanted to taste his creamy orgasm and savor its unique flavor and texture. She didn't care about it as a gift of an orgasm for him. She cared about it for the singular thrill of doing it. Making these men experience an orgasm had been a form of victory, a salty surprise for a job well done. Getting the man naked had been part of the dance. Never mind how easy it was to find a man willing to expose the very essence of his manhood to the risk of her teeth biting and tearing. She would never do that, though it was an amazing element. No, Bethany knew it was about the man exposing himself, offering himself to her attentions in hopes of receiving a pleasure.
And what did it mean that she was now naked, too? She didn't need to be naked to suck him. Neither did Allison, so why had they done it? Because Dustin had been kinder than the other guys? Because Dustin was cute and well-hung and thoughtful enough to think of playing music while they played? No, that didn't fit. Bethany realized she was naked because she wanted to be naked. She wanted to receive the same gifts they were offering Dustin. And she wanted to share that gift with Allison. She wanted to be the reason why Allison climaxed.
Bethany pulled away from the prop of Dustin and his beautiful, hard cock. The tightrope between her and Allison had landed on the net and Bethany knew it had never mattered. Being branded as "straight" had no greater value than being called "gay" or "bisexual" or anything else. There was sex. Sex equaled joy and nothing else matter. Labels weren't descriptions; they were chains that held people back from experiencing life to its fullest. If I do this, then I'm going to be called that. What a silly and stupid way to approach life!
"Suck him," Bethany said as she traded places with Allison. Her pretty friend with the long, straight brown hair eagerly slid between Dustin's legs. She nursed on his balls while stroking his long, hard cock. When Allison's mouth wrapped around Dustin's prick, Bethany knew how it felt for her friend. Allison would taste and feel the wetness Bethany's mouth had left behind. It was a kiss, once removed. "Does that make you wet?" Bethany asked and caressed Allison's rump, rubbing the firmness of her ass without doing anything more.
"Um-hum," Allison hummed in the affirmative without pulling her mouth away.
"Really wet?"
"Yes," she sighed without cock in her mouth.
"Does it make you want an orgasm?"
Allison answered with a nod of her head that didn't match her sucking.
"Keep sucking," Bethany told her as she wiggled closer to Allison's profile. Allison was on her knees, sitting on her heels as if praying. She gave Bethany a suspicious glance but didn't stop what she was doing. Bethany reached between Allison's body and Dustin's knees. She caressed Allison's chest, running her hand across stiff, hard nipples that felt like large pebbles beneath her palm. "Do you like that?" Another out-of-synch nod from Allison. "You like when I play with your tits?" she asked and Allison moaned. "How wet are you?"
Bethany didn't wait for Allison's response. She never intended on waiting. Her hand slid down Allison's flat stomach and she reached between her girlfriend's legs. She slipped her fingers past her closely cropped landing strip of pubic hair until her fingers were touching the core of Allison's nature as a woman. She parted puffy lips and her fingers found the sensitive nub all women have. She felt the heat she knew from touching herself. She felt the same dampness. She felt Allison's pussy as she had so often felt her own with the exception that she wasn't touching herself. She was touching Allison, intimately and with purpose. Allison moaned again.
"Who will come first? You or him?" Bethany asked, enjoying the thrill of what she was doing. She poked a finger inside of Allison. Her friend's pussy felt feverishly hot. She added a second finger and rocked her hand between her legs. Long before her and Thom had ever made love, he would do this to Bethany. It was as far as they would go for months and her favorite part. He would snake his hand inside her jeans and beneath her panties. His fingers would dig inside her weeping, waiting pussy and he would finger-fuck her. She had loved the sensation of his fingers inside her pussy and knew from the times she had taken care of herself that the bigger thrill came from the heel of his palm mashed against her clit. Cupping Allison's womanhood, this was the thrill Bethany gave her friend, rubbing and fingering her at the same time. Keeping her hand in place, she pressed her face against Dustin and his big prick. Allison turned her head, found Bethany's mouth and they kissed with Dustin's dick rubbing their cheeks. Bethany felt Allison's moans against her tongue as her friend came.
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