All Grown Up, Interlude - Jenny's Experiment free porn video

Jenny walked into the student housing “pod” ready to be disappointed. She was away from home for the first time, and would be living with three strangers, but at least not her tomboyish tween little sister Kelly. Each student would have their own bedroom, complete with study space, and one common room, with a tiny kitchen at one end, and a bathroom at the other. Despite assurances by the colorful brochure, she had noticed the pictures of the unit itself were all drawings, which inspired very little confidence. All four women would share the two bathroom sinks and one shower stall, and taking turns wouldn’t be much fun, she thought wryly.

She was a brunette, a natural brunette, she joked with herself. Lightly tanned skin and thick luxurious black hair that fell down to the middle of her back. Her breasts were full and large, and the nipples only four boys so far had seen were large and dark, very responsive to fingertips and gentle kisses. She thought her hips were a little wide, but she’d had two hard cocks inside her in high school, neither boy complaining about her hips, width or otherwise. There was no one feature that made her beautiful, but taken together men found her breathtaking.

She had gotten to the pod first, and selected the room closest to the bathroom, tossing her suitcase and duffel on the bed. There was also a common co-ed bathroom on the floor, rows of sinks and stalls, but no showers, or, thankfully, urinals, in case the pod’s bathroom was busy.

Taking in her room took seconds. The walls were a bilious shade of institutional green, tolerable in short stretches. A single bed was at one end, with an industrial style lamp and nightstand shoved up against it, and a small desk with a matching lamp on the opposite end. A tiny window, a vertical slit maybe nine inches wide, split the room, standing mute sentinel over the three-drawer dresser, and that was it. The switch by the door, she found, turned on the fluorescent fixture centered in the room, which had a teeth-gritting hum to it; she switched it off immediately.

The other three arrived through the afternoon, and the last to arrive was a voluptuous and very talkative redhead. She introduced herself as Celeste, and took the room next to hers.


“Brrr! F-fucking cold in there!” Jenny saw how cold through Celeste’s sweater. The redhead’s nipples were obvious, and her cheeks too rosy for being indoors by half. She shivered and grabbed a blanket to curl up on the sofa. Glaring with good humor at her friend, she added, “No wonder nobody took that room! The other night I thought Bobby”—her third boyfriend in as many months—“woke up with a hard-on, but it was just frozen stiff!”

Jenny chuckled, but didn’t like the cramped, chilly space, either. It was their second winter in the dorms, and this year was much colder than last. Mom and Dad’s big mansion back home had been more wonderful than she had realized at the time, and living with three other women wasn’t for her. “I have an idea, Celeste. Are you tired of being one of the ‘pod’ people?”

Celeste snorted. “So fucking done. What are you thinking?”



By spring quarter, Celeste had moved on to boyfriend number four, and both young women into a more spacious student unit across campus, an actual apartment, two bedrooms, a much larger kitchen and bathroom, and a separate and well-defined living room. It was usually reserved for grad students and married couples, but both their parents had agreed to chip in on the new digs, and Celeste’s father had some pull with the campus. While it wasn’t as big as her parents’ house, she could at least stretch without barking her knuckles on either side of her room.

Celeste stormed in and slammed their new front door. “He’s an asshole,” she groused to no-one in particular, and stormed to her room. Jenny gave her a few minutes, and knocked softly.

“Hey, Celeste, can I come in?” The muffled noise may have been a yes, and she took it that way. Celeste was sitting hunched over in the middle of her bed, fists clenched, glaring at the wall. “Celeste?” Jenny sat next to her friend, and put a sisterly arm around her shoulders.

Celeste sighed and relaxed slightly into Jenny’s side. “I’m done with him.”

“Jake?”

“Yeah. Socialist asshole. Caught him fucking Stacey this morning, walked in on them while he was balls deep in her cunt, and he didn’t even pull out. He said it didn’t mean anything to him, just ‘sharing the wealth’. She didn’t like it either, punched him in the balls before grabbing her clothes and walking into the hall to put ‘em on.”

Jenny had no idea who Stacey was. “Fuck, Stacey was putting her clothes on…”

“In the dorm hallway. I think there was still some cum drying on her, but she was too pissed off to notice.” A lone tear made its way down her cheek. “Fucker!”

They sat together until dusk, Jenny holding her and letting her vent.


Wine is great! Jenny was happy, and more than a little tipsy. Everything was a pleasant, fuzzy haze. She and Timothy had broken up last week, each one bored with the other but unwilling to hurt each other’s feelings, until they finally talked about it and decided there was really no future there. The last thing she wanted on her twentieth birthday was to sit around moping, and Celeste had talked her into a party at a friend’s house.

The little house was filled with pot fumes, too. Contact high!, she exulted. For the first time in months she felt really alive and relaxed, not just stressing over school.

“Jen!” She hadn’t noticed Celeste creep up on her, but was so happy to see her.

“Celeste!” She threw her arms around her, and crushed her to her chest. Their breasts met awkwardly, and Jenny moaned a little at the brief contact. Celeste couldn’t have heard her over the music.

“Jen, let’s get you home. Us home.”

It wasn’t like Celeste to be the death of the party, but Jenny was beyond resisting. In the foyer, she suddenly remembered something. She turned towards Celeste, and kissed her on her lips. Celeste looked stunned, but kissed back. “Just wanted to know…” Her voice trailed off, and she drowsed in the car back to their apartment.


Still in the thrall of the party’s after-effects, Jenny slept until noon. She popped one eye open and was thrilled the shades were still drawn, and a faint throbbing reminded her of how many glasses she had drunk last night. Saturday, so no classes. That comforted her, but a rumble in her tummy reminded her it had been yesterday at lunch when she’d had anything more substantial than peanuts and bar mix.

Stumbling first into the bathroom, then to the kitchen for some food, she saw Celeste sitting with her legs crossed, barefoot on the couch, a couple of books on the table in front of her. She was wearing denim overalls, much more than Jenny’s halter top and panties. Toast and a little bit of juice seemed a prudent start, then she made herself a single scrambled egg and settled on the couch by Celeste.

“Hey, back from the dead! Happy day after birthday!” Celeste’s smile was warm.

She didn’t quite wolf down the egg, but the satisfaction of getting some food down was almost as good as…last night? “What happened?”

“You had a little too much to drink , and a couple of other things, and I just wanted to get you home safe.” The concern was evident in her eyes, and something else.

A barely recalled memory came to mind, but she couldn’t believe she’d done that, and shook her head to loosen it, make it fall out of her head entirely.

“Jen, what did you want to know?” She was still making notes, eyes fixed on the pages in her lap.

“Know?” None of that made any sense.

Celeste looked directly at her now. “You said you wanted to know something. Right after you kissed me.”

“No…I did?”

“On my lips, just as we were leaving. It was nice.”

Oh, fuck, I’m turning lesbian for my roommate… “Um, I kissed you?”

“Yes, but I figured it was you being drunk and thinking I was a guy. But it was a nice kiss.”

“Why would I do that?” Her voice was plaintive, almost whiny, which she hated the sound of it in her ears. It reminded her of her sister Kelly, who always wanted what her big sister had, and complained when she didn’t care to understand the years of difference between them, their relative maturity.

“You didn’t say. ‘S why I asked, Jenny.”

“I’m sorry, Celeste. I didn’t mean… I mean... Fuck…”

“Do you remember? Any of it? The party, the wine, the drive home? Kissing me?”

“Um…yes.” She remembered pressing her lips, slightly parted, against Celeste’s, how soft and desirable they were, and how much she’d wanted to do it again.

Eyes still boring into hers, Celeste pressed for more. “Did you like it?”

“Fuck. I’m so sorry…”

“For what? It was nice. Did you like it?”

“I did.”

“Okay, I want to know something myself, now.”

“What?”

Celeste took the papers off her lap, neatly stacked everything on the table, leaving nothing on the couch between them, and slid over so the sides of their legs were touching. She turned to face Jenny, one leg up on the cushions, the other dangling to the floor, and put her palm very gently on Jenny’s cheek, turning her face to hers. “Call it an experiment. Will you like it when we’re both sober?”

Then she leaned in and kissed her.

For two hours, it was all they did. Their hands were on each other’s faces, and around their backs, and holding each other, but Jenny didn’t want to move too fast, didn’t want to commit to their experiment just yet. Celeste was equally tentative, and didn’t want to make another first move after leaning over to lock lips with Jenny.

And so they just kissed.

Later, they went to their separate rooms, and Jenny wore a shirt and peach panties to bed. Two in the morning, she still tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Finally, she went to their bathroom, and, in front of the mirror, tossed both items on the floor and masturbated, watching her fingers explore the places Celeste had respectfully not gone. Jenny wished she had, and watched in wonder as her fingers drove themselves in and out of her twat, disappearing within the thick black curls and coming back out shiny and slick. She’d played with herself before, of course, but this was her first time doing it in the mirror. Her orgasm was a silent scream, eager as she was not to wake Celeste, and a little apprehensive of her own restraint if her roommate watched her cum.

Celeste had beaten her to the bathroom by an hour or so, fantasizing about Jenny, wishing they had gone further, perhaps all the way, and watched her own fingers on and in her pussy. Her orgasm was a closed-mouthed affair, barely keeping the moans caged in, watching as her body shook with the delayed satisfaction, and she did it again just before dawn, whispering Jenny’s name with her second climax. More daring than she had thought possible, she had left the bathroom door ajar, just in case Jenny heard a noise and came to investigate. Celeste admitted this to her a month later, and Jenny loved the thought of it.


Saturday they stayed in again, the third time in as many weeks. Mostly they just quietly kept each other company. Kelly had watched Celeste flirt with a foreign student, blond and Slavic, with blue eyes and well-muscled, but she didn’t look really serious about it, or him, and so she stayed in. During the week, they avoided doing more than hugging each other hello, but all three weekends they spent the evening hours making out, on the couch or one of their beds. So far only shirts and bras were ever sacrificed to the floor, and Jenny loved the feel of her roommate’s slightly larger breasts against hers, and the feel of her nipples in the open, not under clothes. They also always made out barefoot. Neither one a virgin, they behaved like young teens in the first blush of love, expecting their parents to walk in and shame them for their needs.

Jenny found Celeste gorgeous, not just beautiful, but gorgeous. The redhead carefully avoided too much sunlight, reluctant to singe her alabaster skin with a tan. She sported a spray of freckles to either side of her nose, just below the jade green eyes that mesmerized her when they made out. Her breasts were maybe a cup size more generous than Jenny’s own, the nipples smaller and pinker, very sensitive to her kisses and tongue.

She’d seen Celeste naked several times, stepping out of the shower back in the housing pod. Back then, Jenny had studiously ignored her nudity, not from embarrassment, but giving her some illusion of privacy in the decidedly not private living arrangement. Now she found herself reflecting, often, on the flash of pale skin, her full buttocks, and the lush, auburn bush blanketing her pussy. Neither of the other two roommates, who she’d also seen naked, had gotten her attention, or cared to. Jenny yearned to see the other woman naked now, wanted to really see her all over and drink in her beauty without pretending not to see.

And then Celeste had cupped her breast, kissing between her cleavage, trailing her tongue over both nipples. Jenny responded by slipping one hand under Celeste’s waistband, touching the very top of her voluptuous buttocks, and kept her hand there for several minutes, savoring the smooth skin under the panties, squeezing her buttock tenderly, and drawing shuddering breaths at the palm on the side, then the front, of her tit. They both wanted more, but still waited for the right moment.

Tonight, they ate dinner and started a movie. They knew they wouldn’t remember what they watched, and the windows and blinds were firmly shut all over the apartment, against anyone who might peer in the second story, or overhear them frolicking on the couch. Neither one of them had acknowledged what they knew deep down was probably going to happen. The movie played for a while before the two of them ignored it utterly and started kissing again. No makeup, since they weren’t trying to attract someone, and their clothes were a final barrier.

“You are very kissable, Jenny…” She proved it with a long, slow kiss which Jenny accepted with open mouth, delicately stroking Celeste’s tongue with her own for long minutes. They weren’t really sure who took what off first, but a sweater wound up on the floor, accompanied intermittently by a bra, a shirt, both pairs of pants, another bra, article after article drifting to the floor. Finally, Jenny hooked a thumb in Celeste’s waistband and slid the skimpy fabric over her bottom, exposing the creamy skin to her fingertips. Celeste got up and took them the rest of the way off, and helped Kelly with hers.

Hands all over each other, they sampled each other’s nipples and bottoms and played with their pussies, delicately stroking and exploring each revealed expanse of skin. Jenny was still in wonder at how much she liked, no, loved, the other woman’s touch, and gasped when Celeste’s fingers found her snatch, and worked their way inside her. She responded with a passionate French kiss, gripping the redhead’s ass tightly before her orgasm tore through her. Jenny often came during sex with boys, but this was a whole new level, tantalizing and forbidden and thoroughly wonderful. She shook for a full minute while the breath whooshed in and out of her heaving chest.

Celeste giggled, and Jenny pulled back slightly, frowning. “What’s so funny?”

“We’re still wearing our socks. Like we don’t really want to be naked all the way, just in case someone comes in, and we can say ‘but we’re wearing socks!’” She dissolved into giggles, and Jenny followed suit. They held each other, laughing and kissing, always more kissing, for several minutes loving the feel of their bare skin against each other.

Eventually, their mood calmed from silly to happy, and Jenny was the first to speak. “God, I feel so naughty…” It came out wistfully, with a hint of fervor to it.

“You don’t like feeling naughty?”

They kissed again. “No, I love it. It’s just so different. Making out with a guy there’s just one way things are going to go after a while. I love going to that place, but sometimes I like to take a side trip with someone I trust.”

“You still have socks on…”

“So do you!”

Celeste stood up, and carefully peeled her socks off her feet, one at a time, almost a striptease, and leaned into Jenny. “I’m going to take your socks off now.” It was the sexiest thing Jenny had ever heard. Celeste caressed her thighs, then down her calves, gently peeling first one sock, then the other off. “Now we’re all the way naked.”

“We are, but why?”

Celeste leaned forward to kiss her again, a long, languid, loving kiss, then she started to run the tip of her tongue down Jenny’s chin and neck, between her breasts and past her bellybutton. “Because I want you completely exposed when I do this…” Her tongue trailed to Jenny’s clit, then her pussy, and she started to kiss and lick.

Jenny started quivering the moment Celeste’s mouth touched her pussy. Her experience with cunnilingus had been limited to one boyfriend, whose oral skills had been very tentative and only hinted at the pleasure now making her whole body tingle. Celeste was tender but not tentative, making love to her labia and clitoris with her mouth, and gently but firmly penetrating her hole with her tongue. This was, she thought, the right way.

I want to do this, have this, all night long. Spreading her legs, swinging one over the back of the sofa, she made more room for Celeste to continue, and had to stifle her moans, anxious not to interrupt the flood of sensation she enjoyed, even for a moment, or have anyone know how wonderful it was, except Celeste.

For several minutes, the redhead did nothing but lick her slit up and down, up and down, with a glorious and leisurely rhythm, over and over, carrying her further to the edge. It felt better than any of the four or five cocks and more pairs of fingers she’d had up inside her, and she never wanted it to end. Fuck…I could do this forever… Her friend, now her lover, continued her tongue play, progressing at last to her throbbing clit, sending sensual jolts of electricity up Jenny’s spine, radiating from her slit and her clit all over her body. Celeste took her clit into her mouth, and sucked it all the way in several times, to Jenny’s mounting delight.

She came suddenly, shaking and moaning, u*********sly gripping the top of Celeste’s head, not so much directing her as feeling the direction she was going, shuddering with the orgasm. After a few minutes of slowing her tongue, letting the brunette slowly warm down from the climax, Celeste moved so she was on top of Jenny, and they shared a long series of kisses, savoring the moment.

The movie had long since ended, with the obligatory car chase and passionate kissing by hero and heroine on the small screen; they barely noticed in the haze of their mutual lust. Walking hand in hand to Celeste’s bed, they lay there naked and happy, holding each other in the afterglow of what had to be, in Jenny’s estimation, the best orgasm ever. They slept well past dawn.


Friday night, Celeste whipped up a batch of margaritas, frosty and strong. It had been Jenny’s idea, and they were as usual alone in the apartment. They’d slept in the same bed every night since the first Saturday, switching off between bedrooms. They usually started in panties and tee-shirts cuddling and kissing themselves to sleep, but the clothing always made its way to the floor, and now they dispensed with it, sleeping naked. They’d made love several more times, taking turns working on each other, and taking about an hour for each to climax. Both loved taking it slow, building eventually to a senses shattering orgasm, and enjoyed the patience it took. Celeste had practiced and refined her oral skills with each session, but Jenny was still reluctant to do more than finger her, and had only kissed her once awkwardly in the center of her fiery red bush.

Careful not to get entirely drunk, Jenny finished one margarita, in a mug instead of the classic flared glass, and poured another. She nestled in to Celeste, who was still nursing the first one, and leaned over to kiss her.

“Jen, are you sure you need a margarita for this?” Celeste had been skeptical, and a little bit offended, although she would never say so, that Jenny wanted alcohol before going down on her. Jenny had assured her it wasn’t what she thought. “I want to, Celeste! It’s just not something I’m used to, and it might help if I had some…”

“Liquid courage?” Her tone was clearly sarcastic, and the hurt showed through this time.

“No! No, no, no. I’m so tense about it. I’d love to do it, but I don’t…” Her words faded down into inaudibility.

“So, you want to do as good a job as I do.” Still hurt, but starting to understand.

“Yeah, kind of. You seem so comfortable licking me”—she blushed fiercely—“down there, and I just want to be relaxed and not thinking about anything else.” She leaned into Celeste, and kissed her on the lips. “You’re great at it, and you deserve my best.”

Celeste replied with a lingering, sensual kiss, and slipped her jeans and panties off in one smooth motion, before kissing her again. “You’ll do fine, Jen.” Leaning back on the couch, her knees parted, and she sat naked from the waist down, while Jenny climbed down and kneeled in front of her, taking in the sight of Celeste’s pale skin and red pubic thatch.

“You’re beautiful, Celeste. Tell me if I’m not… If you need me to do anything different.” Then she sank down and kissed the redhead’s bush for the second time. This time she trailed her tongue over the division between her labia, savoring the musky wetness and the tickling of her pubic curls against her mouth and tongue, tasting her for the first time.

Copying Celeste’s technique at first, she licked the length of her slit from back to front and down again, each time letting the tip of her tongue wander a little deeper into the hole. After some time, she transitioned to her clit, which had swollen with excitement. Delicately tracing the outline of the little nub, she delighted in Celeste’s sudden wriggle of pleasure, but continued without pause, and felt a surge of joy as Celeste’s pussy became wetter. Jenny realized she loved the taste of her.

Celeste’s juices dribbled down onto the couch, soon saturating the blanket she was sitting on. Her moans were quiet but distinct, building gradually with the flow of her juices. She used her thumbs at Celeste’s labia, spreading them so her tongue could journey deeper inside her. “Oh, Jenny. That’s just right, baby. Just right,” she sighed, before throwing her head back and giving forth a full-throated cry as she came.

Eager to coax another out of her, and make up for Celeste’s efforts over the preceding weeks, Jenny inserted her index finger inside, and was rewarded with a sensuous moan as she leaned forward again, delicately licking her clit and the surrounding hood. Thrusting her finger in and out in time to her own moving tongue, she heard Celeste’s mouth shut, damming up her ecstatic screams, and she continued fingering and licking.

At her second climax, Celeste reached down for Jenny, lifting her up to her mouth and parting her lips to let their tongues play in their mouths. They kissed, their saliva mixing with her own juices. She could have gone all night, but was trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasms. Then Celeste grabbed her in a bear hug, clutching her tightly while she still shook.

Jenny was very pleased with herself. “How was that?,” she whispered in her ear.

She felt more than saw Celeste’s smile. “You shouldn’t have worried. You were fabulous. I’m still feeling aftershocks all through my body.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you, Jen.” She looked down. “You’re still dressed.”

“Didn’t need my clothes off to do that…”

“You do now…”

They made love all night, and tried sixty-nine for the first time ever with anyone. It was a little busy for Jenny, but Celeste didn’t seem to mind. Then they slept, exhausted and happy, content with how their experiment was proceeding.


They kept dating guys, but felt none of the build-up of sexual frustration that going without someone’s touch always seemed to engender. The consequences were that neither of them rushed into bed with anyone else, but they didn’t feel any jealousy when one or the other of them got lucky with the opposite sex. Any night they wanted, they could take care of each other, and most nights without a man handy they slept in each other’s arms.

Mornings, if there was enough time, they showered together, taking joy in washing each other’s hair, caressing their breasts and hips and buttocks while trading soapy, sudsy kisses underneath the steaming spray. Every weekend they tried to take a bath together, too, just relaxing in the hot water before proceeding to one bed or the other to sleep and indulge their growing Sapphic appetites.

Several of Celeste’s dates came to the assumption, loudly announced to friends, that the redhead was just a tease who wouldn’t put out, a complete waste of time taking to dinner or a movie. A couple of the lucky ones disputed that firmly, saying proudly she was just very selective, and relating stories of the incredible skills and gusto she exhibiting in bed, in the quad or anywhere else.

Jenny also had a couple of guys she bedded, and discovered she loved fellatio, even if the taste and consistency was very different from the hot, thin pussy juices she loved. She thought of it as more intimate than just fucking, and both young men would have agreed, if she’d ever asked them about it.

In between men, she and Celeste continued their private and very satisfying relationship, taking comfort in what they couldn’t tell anyone else, especially the parents who still paid for their apartment.

Then Jenny met Dan.


“So, how was he?”

“Whatever do you mean, Celeste?” She knew full well what she meant, unable to conceal her Cheshire Cat smile. She hadn’t come home until morning, another broad clue.

Celeste snorted and halfheartedly tossed a pillow at her. “Well, you’re wearing the same thing you went out in last night. You also have that dreamy, deeply satisfied look you had the first morning after I went down on you.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“You also smell like you fucked all night, musky and sweaty.”

“I just had a shower last night. You were there.”

Celeste nodded and gave her a lustful grin. “You know I answered the door naked.”

“He told me. Never connected the dots, though. He suggested you might be a little wild, but he didn’t have much time to think about your gorgeous body. I successfully distracted him with my gorgeous body, and he’s very good at cunnilingus.”

“Trying to make me jealous?”

“Never. It’s because of you I know the difference.”

Unwilling to drop the matter, Celeste pressed on. “So, how was David?”

“Dan. I couldn’t stop myself, practically threw myself on top of him, I was so horny after our shower interruptus I just needed to fuck. He’s so attentive, and really knows how. He went down on me, and I swear he took notes from you. He was so good, and I came a couple of times. I woke him with a blowjob, just to say ‘thank you.’ I think he likes me!” She giggled, remembering the whole evening, then stopped when she saw Celeste’s look. “What, babe?”

“That’s the same look you had after our first soixante-et-neuf, Jen. I think you really like him.”

“Still really like you, and I’m not seeing him until Wednesday. Still horny too.”

Celeste cast her a mischievous glance, and arched one eyebrow at her.

Jenny slipped her shirt off and tossed it on the couch, then undid the catch on her bra and stood with her breasts freed, displayed to her friend. “And, I still love you, Celeste. I do need a shower. Scrub my back?”

They showered, washing each other’s hair and bodies, indulging in kisses and caresses the whole time, scrubbing dried cum off Jenny, with Celeste singing, “Gonna wash that cum right out of my twat!” After, smelling of the lavender soap, they cuddled naked in bed and compared notes about Dan and lesser men. Celeste said that if he was that good eating pussy, it might be worth inviting him to bed with them both. Jenny demurred, not sure whether Dan would be satisfied with her if he ever sank his hard-on inside Celeste. God knew she was fully satisfied with both of them.


Celeste heard the phone, and forgot for the moment that she had the apartment to herself the past six weeks. She grabbed her cell and thumbed it to life. “Hello?”

“Can I come over?” Jenny didn’t sound upset, but she heard the undeniable yearning in her old roommate’s voice.

“Everything okay, Jen?”

“Great! But the wedding’s Saturday, and…”

“You have butterflies?” That wasn’t like Jenny, but she was willing to comfort her if needed, whenever she needed. “Come on over, and I’ll make us some lunch.”

Jenny swept in, both giddy and nervous, which figured, Celeste thought.

“What’s up?”

Jenny sat heavily on the same couch they had first had sex on two years ago. Both graduated mid-June, and Jenny had moved out in July. “Just…so much is changing. He’s wonderful, and sexy, and the perfect man for me. You met anyone?”

“Nah, dating a couple of guys, no-one special.”

“Either of them get to see you naked yet?” A giggle escaped her, and Celeste smiled in return.

“Both. Since you haven’t been there to wake me up,” she said loftily, “I’ve had to rely on others to take over your duties.”

“Oh, really?” Jenny felt drawn to her erstwhile roommate, and wanted to strip off her clothes and kiss her all over, and she was sure Celeste felt the same. She’d just let one of her beaus out a couple of hours earlier, and hadn’t yet changed the sheets. Even so, she felt the same need she’d given up on when Jenny moved in with Dan.

“I’d say let’s eat, but I’d mean food.”

“I don’t think it’s food I need, Celeste.” Jenny got up and walked to Celeste, and cupped her cheeks before closing her eyes and kissing her.

It was a matter of two minutes before their clothes were on the floor, and the two of them were satisfying a more intimate hunger. They used the couch, since neither was eager to roll around in the cum stain of Celeste’s latest conquest. Sixty-nine was their lucky number, and they played it all day and on into the evening, collapsing at the end of what both thought was their last time together.

Jenny left after they sat together for a nice long bath, and they used the last of the lavender bubble bath they had shared over the last two years. There was still work to do Friday before the wedding, and even so Jenny was reluctant to leave. Celeste would be one of the guests at the small ceremony, and Jenny kissed her again, a slow, lingering open-mouthed tangle of tongues, before leaving. “Dan’s got a best man. You’re my best woman.”

Celeste was still smiling an hour later.


They kept in touch sporadically the next two years. Jenny and Dan, still honeymooning in their hearts, had just bought and moved into her parent’s old house, a mansion back east with a long history, the home of an old-time oil baron, or an old-time railroad baron, or another kind of baron. Celeste married a nice young man named Norris, a cetacean biologist with poetic leanings, and moved all the way to the West Coast, to Oregon, and they spent a lot of time making love, at first.


Celeste didn’t recognize the number, and nearly let it go to voicemail, but on a whim she picked it up and answered. It was a local number, somewhere in Portland, and she was curious. “Hello?”

“Celeste! I’m in town, looking at one of our plants!”

“Ficus or fern?”

She loved Jen’s laugh, a sound she hadn’t heard as much in her marriage as she had expected with Norris. “Manufacturing…”

“Just fucking with you. You want to grab lunch?”

“Dinner, more like. I got into town last night, and thought we could get together. Haven’t seen you in almost two years, and I so miss you!”

“Dinner sounds wonderful. Norris is out on a boat somewhere northwest of here, looking for a pod of whales.” She chuckled. “Never thought I’d marry a ‘pod person.’”

Jenny laughed again. “Sure, let’s meet downtown.” Celeste suggested a seafood restaurant they would both like, and they made plans to meet at seven.


The Crab Louie was wonderful, as was Celeste’s abalone steak. They shared bites off each other’s forks, and the wine complemented the meal perfectly. Their conversation was light, and Jenny gathered that Norris had been an adequate, if not exactly ideal husband, and was sorry to hear that her old roommate hadn’t been happy with her sex life for a long time.

“Jen, he’s so easily distracted, and so…mechanical. Sometimes I think if I had a blowhole where my pussy is, he’d fuck me every night. At least, when he’s home.”

“I’m sure he loves you, Celeste.”

The redhead snorted, a dismissive noise Jenny found very sexy for some reason. “Yeah, he loves me, and he tries to show it when he’s here one week out of the month. It’s been nearly three weeks since I’ve seen him, and in all that time he’s called me on the sat-phone a total of four times.”

Jenny’s eyes twinkled. “I guess that means phone sex was out of the question?”

“Him jacking off in front of the bridge crew? Never happen!” She giggled, sounding like she had back in college, happy. “So, how is sex with Dan?”

“Um, good…” She didn’t mean to minimize it for her, but at the same time, didn’t want to make her feel doubly unsatisfied. She blushed, remembering the twenty-four hour fuckfest she and Dan had indulged in on Sunday, while her little sister was visiting their parents in their new home in Florida.

Celeste picked up on that right away. “You mean great, Jen.”

Her blush deepened. “Great. Yes,” she admitted. ”I wish you had that, so much.” She took Celeste’s hand across the table and squeezed it. “You deserve so much better, baby.” The last word popped out before she had a chance to catch it, but she meant it. Maybe especially the last word.

Celeste invited her back to the house for coffee. Minutes later they were half-naked on the couch, back in time to their college days and their apartment, kissing and making out. Jenny moaned when Celeste’s tongue traced delicate circles around her nipples, then she blew on the wet flesh to make them curdle with desire. She did the same, and was rewarded with low, longing moans.

After an hour or so, they disengaged. Still panting, Jenny realized that, no matter how much she loved Dan, loved his humor and his touch, the sight of him naked, the feel of his cock pumping semen into her pussy or mouth, the taste as she swallowed, she still yearned for Celeste. Her old roommate’s gentleness and loving touches and kisses were so similar to Dan’s, yet different. She sat back, trying not to give in to the urge to help the other woman out of her clothes and make love to her all night. “Guess coffee’s out of the question now.”

Celeste stood, and shimmied out of her skirt. It was a surprise to Jenny to see she hadn’t worn any panties for their dinner, and she sat, transfixed by the beautiful woman disrobing in front of her. Her breaths were deep and full, her bare chest heaving with renewed desire. She stood and took Celeste in her arms, renewing their desperate, needful kissing, and cupped Celeste’s still round, still soft and inviting, ass in both hands.

Celeste whispered in her ear. “Jen, we can still have coffee. I’ll make it in the morning.”


The sheets barely covered their legs, and Jenny smiled into the dawn light coming through the blinds. The redhead was on her belly, softly snoring, and she leaned forward, extending the tip of her tongue, trailing it along her round and pale buttocks, and up her spine. For her part, Celeste had been delighted when she saw Jenny’s shaved pussy, completely smooth and bare, and loved how it felt under her tongue and lips. The redhead gave a sleepy wriggle and her eyes opened lazily. “Ready for more?”

“I need to go, baby. Plant opens in an hour and I have to give a tour to our new corporate overlords.”

“I could still make coffee. After our shower.”

“And then I’d be late, and have to explain to management my old college roommate seduced me into another hot, sexy lesbian tryst.”

“But you go home tonight, don’t you?” Disappointed, wistful but still loving.

Jenny thought for only a moment before answering. “I’ll change my flight, go back on Saturday night instead of Friday. I’ll have to stay here Friday night, since the company expects me to check out in the morning.” She grinned. “If you’ll have me!”

“Thank you…but what about Dan?”

“I’ll tell him something came up. If I had a dick, it certainly would have!” She kissed her on her cheek. “Besides, I think you still need a little bit more of me. I know I need some more Celeste time.”

She wound up leaving early Sunday instead. With coffee.


Jenny arranged a business trip the following March, and the one after that, to the Pacific Northwest, usually for a week. Part of her fact-finding tour, at least two nights for every trip, involved inspection of the Portland plant, even if only cursorily, accompanied with some Celeste time.


Naked on the bed, Jenny relived the phone sex she and Dan had just enjoyed, playing his moans over in her mind. It had been nearly two weeks since she’d shared his bed, and she was so horny. Her clit had almost vibrated with her orgasm, and it was still tender and sensitive as she stroked it. She wished again that she could have invited Dan to come with her and make love to her in between the long days at the barely resuscitated plant. The hotel room was thick with her scent and the echoes from her orgasmic cries of only a few minutes ago, and she yawned and arched her back sinuously, like a jungle cat, enjoying the decadently soft sheets against her backside.

Caressing her shaved pussy, her breath caught with the resurrection of her lust. Glancing at the clock, it was barely eight o’clock, nearly eleven back home, and she debated calling him back. Fuck it, this one’s for me…

She parted her pussy lips with her middle finger, and hissed as she inserted it and started to finger herself again. Going to two fingers, she went more slowly this time, fucking herself with care and deliberate slowness, imagining it was Dan’s cock thrusting inside her in time to her breathing. The ball of her thumb was on her clit, and she moved it in a circular motion, letting her fingers take their cue from it. Her juices were flowing again, and maybe hadn’t stopped, and the warm, slippery fluids were the perfect lubricant.

Her left hand crept up her tummy to her full, luscious breasts, running first her fingertips then her whole palm with exquisite slowness over her still erect nipples. Jenny moaned a little now, not as loudly as she had for Dan, and yearned for his touch, his tongue and cock teasing her, playing with her, fucking her all day. God damn I’m so horny! If Dan had been there…

But he isn’t. Cupping her left breast, she tilted it up, and craned her neck down to it. Only the tip of her tongue could reach the curdled nipple, but she moved it in a circle around the aureole, and felt an electric charge down her spine at the top of each circle. Withdrawing her fingers from her cunt, she brought them to her mouth and sucked on them, tasting herself. Almost like Dan’s cock, after he fucks me and cums inside my cunny, and I lick him off.

Instead of driving her over the top, it frustrated her, made her miss him more. Drawing her knees to her chest, on her back, she reached back down and inserted her fingers again. Now her labia were tight, every sensation magnified. Shoving her disappointment at being alone to the back of her mind, she frantically finger-fucked herself, determined not to stop until she came.

Moments later, a second orgasm coursed through her, and she joyfully squirted, coating her fingers and hand in her fragrance. Letting her legs back down on the bed, she licked more of her juices off her fingers and hand. God, I’m so naughty…

It helped, but only for a little while. In the shower, after shaving her legs and pussy, she used one of the hotel’s little shampoo bottles as a makeshift dildo, squatting in the shower and driving the tiny bottle inside, hungering for another orgasm, which she finally had nearly ten minutes later. It was a damn poor substitute, but she finally felt a little more satisfied.

She dressed and went downstairs for brunch, then went out shopping for a couple of hours. One of her stops was a toney lingerie shop, and she found herself choosing something appropriately wanton and slutty for her first night home. Jenny settled on a crimson peignoir, part of a set with a pair of crotchless panties and an open bra.

She sought out an adult toy store, and pondered a number of the tools there, both powered and not, but finally decided against buying one. The last thing she wanted was some overeager and undersexed TSA eunuch finding it in her luggage, maybe asking her to explain why she had it. She blushed at the thought, and felt her lust rising within her again.

Calling Dan again was out of the question, at least tonight, or until next weekend. She hadn’t told him so, but the plant was in worse shape than she could admit to someone outside the company. Flying back on the nineteenth looked less likely every day. The Ops Manager had royally screwed the pooch on this one, and it had already cost a lot of jobs, including his, and it was all she could do to keep it together until she found a new cadre of managers to hire more personnel. Her job and the janitor’s felt like the only safe ones, and she shuddered at the momentary vision of walking into the derelict plant, trying to operate the whole thing by herself.

I wish you were here, baby. She missed Dan a lot, and missed his touch more. She couldn’t fly him out to Portland, although it would have been a wonderful distraction. She needed something more than sexts and telephonic sex play to keep herself going.

It was barely after noon, and she thought about her options. After lunch at an outdoor café in the form of a Shrimp Louie salad, Jenny opened her smartphone, and called Celeste. They had last seen each other, all over, a few short months ago, but she was practically quivering with the need for her touch.


Celeste was waiting at the door for her, offering a glass of white wine to match the one she already sipped. Jenny took it and inhaled. It smelled like crisp apples, with hints of walnuts, hickory and raisins, and when she sipped it, it reminded her of autumn.

The door was now shut behind her, although she couldn’t remember coming in or closing it, and she drank in Celeste’s beauty. The redhead wore a red robe, more of a gown, translucent in the afternoon sun. Her friend’s nipples were erect, and Jenny knew that the temperature wasn’t why. Her glorious, thick red hair ran down to her shoulders, spilling just over them. Her milky skin was set off by the bold red lipstick she’d chosen for the day, and Jenny’s gaze was drawn as always to her beautiful, erotic green eyes, filled with promise and barely restrained desire.

They set down their glasses and hugged like sisters or old friends, at least for now. Jenny’s hand traced the curves beneath the gown. No seams, no discontinuities in the smoothness. “You’re not wearing anything under, Celeste.” She loved saying her name, the taste of it on her tongue.

“Nothing at all, Jenny.” She took Jenny’s hand and led her into the parlor, sitting in the wicker chair and leaving her visitor the matching couch.

“Celeste, I’m sorry I didn’t call you sooner. I’ve been so busy with work…” The words spilled out of her, and she felt suddenly guilty for calling her, knowing how it must seem. Horny and away from home, using Celeste because Danny isn’t here. Yet she knew that wasn’t entirely true.

The other woman sipped again from her glass, and Jenny noticed the bottle was in an ice bucket, chilling on the coffee table. “Jenny, I’m always happy to see you. This is actually a bonus for me since seeing you in March. And you,” eyes warm and inviting, “always look wonderful. I know how hard it is for us to keep satisfied when a man is so distant.” The last word had a number of connotations, and Jenny didn’t want to over-analyze things.

Jenny felt herself blush with a deep craving, imagining how it would feel to have Celeste’s body stripped, unwrapped and enfolded with hers. They chatted for a while, then Jenny jumped in with a question. “How is Norris?” Celeste’s erstwhile husband, it turned out, was off somewhere finding himself during their separation, and without any doubt seeking some pussy on the side.

Celeste waved her hand in dismissal. “Same son of a bitch as ever. Now he wants to be ‘friends’ and maybe take me out some time. Maybe we’ll wind up in bed for a nostalgic roll in the hay, or he’ll fall asleep drunk on the couch.” Her tone of voice was a little flat, and it was clear neither option was more appealing than the other. “He’s out of state, and a friend told me he’s with some eighteen year old, just out of high school. She’s your sister Kelly’s age, and she thinks he’s the love of his life. I just think she’s not old enough or experienced enough to know better. She’ll learn.”

“Have you guys…filed yet?”

A sardonic laugh split the air. “Fuck, no! Everyone wants to be separate-ed or divorce-ed, and not stuck in the middle of divorce-ing. Two are steady states, the other a condition of flux that could go either way, and neither of us wants that.

“I’m happy here in the house, and we don’t have to sell it or split up our earnings or household. He hates this coffee table, and would probably wind up with it since I don’t care about it one way or the other. We manage, but I haven’t spoken to him in a month, or seen him since April.”

“Oh…” Jenny went quiet, sorry she seemed to have upset Celeste.

The redhead reached for her hand and squeezed it companionably. “Don’t worry about it! Let’s go outside and enjoy the sunset, Jenny.”

They stepped out onto the deck, which had been rearranged since Jenny’s last business trip here around Easter. “That hammock’s new.” It was a few steps from the hot tub, which still had its cover on, though Jenny saw faint wisps of steam drifting out from under it.

“Just bought it a couple of weeks ago, read a book in it once. Would you care to help me break it in properly?”

“Maybe in a little bit. I just got here, and I love catching up with you.”

Celeste chuckled. “I suppose I’m coming on a little strong.”

Jenny returned the chuckle, a little ruefully. “Just strong enough. Remember, I’m the one who called you.” She turned to her old roommate. “I just need someone who cares about me. Some Celeste time.”

She stepped into Jenny’s arms and kissed her gently on the lips. “And some Jenny time for me. I miss you, my beautiful girl.”

Their kisses were slow and sensuous to begin with, as always. Sometimes, Jenny loved to just throw her clothes off and get down to the joyful business of fucking Dan. Other times, she kept the fires banked, letting the heat come over her slowly, and it was so easy to do that with Celeste. Their first time on the couch in their tiny apartment they had stayed clothed, almost chastely. No seizing each other’s asses or breasts, no frenzied grinding, just a slow burn they both relished, until they needed to have more.

Celeste opened her robe and let it fall to the timbers of the deck. As Jenny had deduced, she had worn nothing underneath, and Jenny caught the scent of jasmine, tasting it when she kissed her shoulders. “You smell wonderful.”

“And you’re overdressed.” She undid Jenny’s buttons, and gently lowered her silk blouse onto one of the chairs before unclasping her bra, revealing her breasts, as lovely to her eyes as ever. “Now, do you want me to undress you, or do you want to go the rest of the way, while I fetch the wine bucket and bring it out here?”

“What if someone sees us?”

“Nearest house is a couple hundred yards that way, through the trees. Besides, if they want to go to the trouble of grabbing binoculars, I see no reason they shouldn’t enjoy the view.”

“Okay, grab the wine.” She kicked off her flats, and laid her skirt and panties on the same chair with the rest of her clothing. Celeste came out with the bucket and put it on a table she dragged over beside the hot tub. Jenny stopped in the middle of taking her socks off, and smiled at Celeste. “You remember the first time you took off my socks?”

“I do.”

“It was the night you first ate my pussy. The way you peeled them off me was so sexy. Never thanked you for that.”

Celeste stepped over to her. “You sort of paid me back for that the first time you went down on me.”

Jenny glanced down at her feet, then up into the redhead’s face, and her heart skipped a beat. “Tell you what. You help me with my socks again, and I’ll repay you the same way.” Celeste removed them one at a time and brought her hands up to Jenny’s hips, kissing her as the wind picked up.

Their clothes dispensed with, they took the cover off the hot tub, and sank into the steamy water, both sighing with pleasure at the sensation, warming them to their bones. After another glass and some light conversation, Celeste sat on the edge of the tub. “Ready to ‘repay’ me for helping with your socks?”

Jenny moved through the swirling, bubbly waters and knelt on the tub’s bench seat, just in front of Celeste. She favored her with a sly smile, and started thanking her. Celeste came twice before the timer on the hot tub turned off, and the water became almost still. She slipped down off the rim and lowered herself until the water was just over her creamy shoulders, then opened her mouth for another long kiss.

They got out of the tub as the sun set, and climbed onto the hammock. Swinging in the warm August night, their skin dried quickly, leaving the familiar tang of chlorine on them. “We have a pool at the house. Would love to sunbathe with you there. Swimsuits strictly optional.”

Celeste closed her eyes and leaned into Jenny’s shoulder. “You sure Dan wouldn’t mind?”

“No way he’d mind. We’re both very sexy, and the proof of that is I can’t keep my mouth and hands off you. Or out of you.”


Three days after Christmas, Celeste picked up the phone at Jenny’s call. “Good news. I’m getting on a plane headed back your way. Problems at the Portland plant, again. You free for a couple of evenings?”

“I think I like your management team. Have to send them flowers for keeping you coming out here.”

“And what do I send you for keeping me cumming?”

“Seeing and touching you naked is enough reward for me.”

“Dinner tonight?”

“And dessert, if you’re not too jet-lagged.”


Lying together on their backs on the Cal King bed, fingers intertwined while they recovered from another session, contentment flowed through them. The sheets and blankets were entirely on the floor, kicked free during an epic pussy-licking by Celeste, and the rest of the way off when Jenny did the same. A slight chill was in the air, redolent with the sweet, musky scent of their lovemaking.

Celeste turned on her side, facing Jenny, and kissed the side of her breast. “Love that you shave your bush off. I really love having no hair between my lips and yours!” She snuggled in close, panting in the cool evening air.

“We should cover ourselves with the blankets. Isn’t it supposed to be cold tonight?”

“About twenty-six outside. Sixty-nine in bed, if you like.”

Now Jenny turned to face her, planting an open-mouthed kiss on her mouth. “Just give me some time to fully recover.”

Celeste chuckled ruefully. “I thought refraction time was a male attribute.”

“That’s not it. I swear my clit is still throbbing from that last O.” She looked into Celeste’s eyes and got serious for a moment. “Need to tell you something.”

“You breaking up with me?” The tone was light, but she looked a little troubled nonetheless.

“Nothing like that, baby! It’s my sister, Kelly.”

“She in trouble?”

“Not precisely. She has a friend who stayed over a couple of nights.”

“Friend?”

“A nice girl, but they’re having sex now.”

Celeste laughed. “Really? And she told you? Or did you walk in on them, give them a few pointers?”

“No. I came home early from work, no-one else was home. Kelly’s bed was totally soaked, like someone had been fucking in it all day. I confronted Dan and accused him of fucking Kelly’s friend. He swore he hadn’t touched her. Kelly ‘fessed up, and said she was the one having sex with her.” She sighed. “God, she was so upset and scared. I had to tell her. About us.”

“Oh. What was her reaction?”

“She looked so relieved, and intrigued. Asked me so many questions. Dan was there too, but I only told him we’d done that in college.” At Celeste’s cocked eyebrow, “He found it very hot. Turns out he’d had some impure thoughts about you after you answered the door naked.”

“Soooo… He doesn’t know we still see each other?”

“He doesn’t, but I told him about your invitation, which I never delivered, for a threesome, and he was very interested.”

“He doesn’t, you said. You told Kelly.” Not a question.

“I had to, baby. My poor sister feels so…”

“Confused?”

“Torn. She likes boys, and I think she’s with someone now, but also drawn to Charlotte. Her friend. She told me she really likes boys, and at the same time she and Charlotte are having lots of loud sex in the next room. She thinks she’s being quiet, but I heard some noises the other morning that couldn’t be anything else. I told her very privately that you and I still spend nights together sometimes, whenever I’m near Portland.”

“So, they’re…experimenting?” Her eyes twinkled merrily, amused at the scenario. “Loved that word back in college, and I think it was a successful one in our case.”

“You’re not mad at me?”

“Depends. How hot is your sister?”

Jenny laughed and swatted her rump. “Not hotter than me, and much less experienced. She also doesn’t have a shaved pussy like mine.” She kissed her again. “I was worried you would be pissed off that I let anyone know.”

“You ashamed of me?” Still laughing.

“Oh, hell no! God, sometimes you’re the one who keeps my sanity on track!”

“Jenny, I love you. Don’t say it often enough, even when we’re in bed. But I love you, and I trust you completely. If you thought it was a good idea to tell her, I’m okay with it. It would have been nice to know ahead of time, but I gather you didn’t have any notice yourself.”

“We were in a diner, and Kelly was crying as she told me. I had to do more than tell her she was okay.”

“Like the parents saying, ‘Even though you’re a football star who loves to suck cock, we will always still love you.’ Right?”

“So right. Telling her about us made her relax, but I think she was pissed I hadn’t shared that years ago.”

“I’m surprised, Jenny. You’re so good at sharing, giving of yourself…” Celeste hugged her close again, feeling a thrill as their breasts shifted against each other.

“I am, aren’t I? I don’t say it enough either. I. Love. You.” She punctuated the last three words with soft kisses after each. “I think I’m going to say it more often. Something else.”

“There’s more? Did you put an ad in the paper, too?”

“No, but Kelly told me…she said I should tell Dan about you. All about you and us.”

“That’s a surprise. Think she’ll tell him first?”

Jenny shook her head firmly. “Kelly is sometimes annoying, like all little sisters, but she told me it should come from me.”

“Smart girl, like her sister.”

“Now, hypothetical question. Say I tell Dan everything. Assuming he doesn’t leave me, which he won’t, I might need a special apology.”

“And…?”

“When Kelly’s back in school, how would you feel about visiting the house in Virginia? For a few days?”

“I’d love to.”

“What about… I think…”

“I’d love to.”

Jenny protested, but not strenuously. “You don’t know what I’m going to say!”

“A threesome, a ménage a trois, a hot MFF… Right? Put another way, one of us on his cock and the other one sitting on his face. Or a daisy chain. Always wanted to try one of those…”

“You’re okay with that?” It was Jenny’s turn to look relieved, and, for good measure, happy at the thought.

“I’m already sharing you, Jen. We might as well invite him in all the way!”