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When she awoke in the morning Devlin stretched slowly. She felt absolutely marvelous. She felt a little tender between her legs, but other than that she felt better than she had in some time. She had been well and truly laid the night before and she felt it.
She wasn't alone in the room. She could hear the usual squeaks, moans and gasps from the bed. At least somebody was still partying. She envied them. This morning she didn't seem to have any energy.
She watched the dim figures on the bed. They were really getting into it, and she decided to leave them to their privacy. She found her slippers and padded off in search of a bathroom and breakfast in that order.
The bathroom was empty, wonder of wonders, but the fog on the mirror said it had been recently used. After a quick pee and a vain attempt to beat her hair into some semblance of order she followed her nose, and ears; she could hear people talking downstairs, smell coffee perking, and almost taste the breakfast she could hear cooking.
"Good morning, sleepy-head," a man said when she paused at the foot of the stairs.
"I must look a mess," she said, thinking of her hair.
"You look good enough to eat." The man was already dressed and eating scrambled eggs from a paper plate while watching the weather report on the television. The large green splotch over Illinois didn't look good.
"What's going on?" she asked. "I thought the storm would just keep going."
"That storm that came in last night has just sort of settled here and stopped," he said. "It's picking up moisture out of Lake Michigan and dumping it all through Central Illinois. Highways are closed everywhere. Getting home's going to be bitch."
"Maybe it'll be better a bit later," she said. She felt her tummy rumble and followed her nose into the kitchen. Emma was wearing a pink robe and standing guard in front of the stove with a spatula in her hand. Other people were mostly dressed. They'd undoubtedly seen her naked, but somehow she felt conspicuous wearing her nightie. Nobody seemed to mind, though. Nor did they when Krissi came in wearing a pair of pink panties and a pair of boots.
"It's freezing out there," she said.
"You were outside?" Devlin asked. Krissi's nipples were sticking out a mile, her pale skin was covered with goose-bumps, and there were drops of water and snowflakes in her hair.
"Sure. I got all steamed up in the hot tub, then I slipped outside and made naked snow angels. Let me tell you, after a minute or so that wind cuts right through you."
"You've got to be crazy to go out there like that," a woman said.
"But I was wearing boots," Krissi protested. "And behind the house you're protected from the wind." She lifted her nose, sniffing. "What's that, bacon? All of the guilty taste to go with all the fat."
"Of course," Emma said. "Or you can have fresh fruit."
"I need to restore my strength," Krissi said. "I need a carbo-load. Hand over the bacon and a cup of coffee and nobody will get hurt."
"I heard several roads are closed," Devlin said.
"The trick will be getting to the freeway," a man said. "The local roads might not get plowed today. And I don't expect the streets here in town will get plowed until tomorrow at the earliest. But the freeway is probably open."
"We have a 4x4," another man said. "I figure we can cut a path for anyone as far as the freeway. We're headed to Joliet after that. If you're heading in any other direction I can't help you."
"No problem for me," Krissi said. "I'll go when the buses go."
"You rode a bus here?" Devlin asked.
"Sure. Greyhound to Peru, then a local bus to here. I may be a house guest for a day or so, Emma, hope you don't mind."
"Won't be the first time anyone's been weathered in here," Emma said. "Besides, I can use the help cleaning up."
"We all help with that, Emma," a short dark-haired woman at the table said. "You know that."
"I appreciate it," Emma said. "Putting away 30 mattresses and washing all the sheets is a lot of work."
"I can give you a ride back to college," Devlin told Krissi. "I have a car."
"Sure," Krissi said. "When are you leaving?"
"Not for a few hours, obviously." Devlin helped herself to eggs, toast and bacon. "Last winter I drove from Toluca to Bloomington during a storm like this. It took me about four hours. I figure this will take longer."
"Do you have chains?" a man asked.
"Not for the car," Devlin said. "I have snow tires."
The man nodded. "Fair enough."
Amnita came in wearing a heavy winter coat. When she took it off she had a dark red dress on underneath with knee-high boots. "Could somebody unzip me?" A couple of people helped her as she stripped down to her underwear.
"It's a real mess out there," Amnita said. She removed her bra and draped it over her arm. "I wasn't sure I was going to make it back."
"Where were you?" Devlin asked.
"Early mass." Amnita sniffed the air. "Need help with breakfast, Emma?"
"Not dressed as you are. Besides, I'm doing fine."
"I had to offer." She picked up her clothes. "I'll see you later. I think I'll see if any of the guys around here are interested in a little Sunday morning wake-up."
"Mass?" Devlin asked after Amnita left.
Emma shrugged. "Ask her sometime. "Amnita has gone to mass every Sunday for as long as she and her husband have been coming here."
Devlin finished her eggs and tossed the paper plate in the trash. "I should get dressed."
"No rush," Emma said. "We won't get started cleaning up till around noon. It goes pretty quickly with help. Go hang out in the hot tub. Might as well enjoy it while you can, we'll be shutting it off in a few hours."
Devlin shrugged. "Okay. Sure."
From the sounds, some people were leaving, some were headed for the hot tub, a few, die-hards to the end, were drifting upstairs to the bedrooms. Devlin fetched her overnight case and spent a few minutes fighting her hair back into shape. The trouble with long hair was that when it went bad, a lot of it went bad. But finally she had it hanging free and straight. She headed for the hot tub with just her slippers on.
The hot tub wasn't as crowded as she thought it would be. Krissi was there, her blonde hair hanging over the side, two men Devlin didn't recognize, one black and one white, and another woman Devlin didn't recognize--she was sitting on one of the water jets and her eyes were unfocused and her face intent. As Devlin watched the woman closed her eyes, her entire body seeming to strain at something. She kept that up for more than a minute before leaning forward and drawing several deep breaths.
Devlin slipped in next to Krissi. "Somebody's having fun," she remarked, nodding at the other woman.
Krissi peeled open a single eye. "That's Marti," she said in a low voice. "Her husband is in the other room being spanked because he was a bad boy. She isn't into that, so while he's being disciplined she's usually in here doing what you just saw."
"It looks like fun."
"It is. I already tried it out once this morning, before I went out to make snow-angels."
Devlin squirmed around a bit to get comfortable. The hot water and bubbles were soothing against her skin. She felt relaxed, but tense, too. She studied the men through her eyelashes. They were both beefy, football players maybe, obviously they worked out. If she had to guess she'd say they were in their mid to late 20's. Both were kind of cute in a large and rugged way.
"I was just noticing something," the white guy said. "We sort of have a match here."
"Oh?" Krissi said.
"Yeah." The guy motioned at himself and the guy next to him. "Salt and pepper here, and salt and pepper there." Devlin and Krissi looked at each other. "Your blonde, your friend's brunette," the guy explained.
"Oh, yeah. I guess so."
"You ladies going anywhere?" he asked.
"Not for a few hours."
"Want to go upstairs?"
That was a bit abrupt for most parties. Most guys led into things a little more slowly. Did she want to get laid? She hadn't the night before, not really. Oh, there'd been Ernie, but that hardly counted as 'getting laid'. That was a casual spur of the moment thing with him showing off his equipment... in more ways than one. And the group thing didn't count as getting laid, not in the more serious way she always thought of.
Did she want to get laid? "Do you?" Devlin asked Krissi. "It's all right for me."
"Sure," Krissi said.
They all got out of the hot tub and went upstairs. The video room was still showing movies. A couple was watching one and masturbating each other. Another bedroom had the door closed, and interesting sounds coming from inside. The third bedroom was unoccupied. The bed had been pushed to one side, the curtains pulled open and mattresses had been laid to cover the floor.
Krissi had somehow ended up with the white guy. As they settled on the mattress, Devlin pulled the black guy down with her. In her previous years of swinging Devlin had been with a few of black guys. Some swinging groups had more of one race than another, their group just happened to have only two or three black couples.
His first kisses were tentative as his hands explored her body. She was fascinated by the sheen of his skin and the rough feel of it under her fingertips. As he kissed along her neck and massaged her breast she kept running her hands back and forth across him. The white on dark was a contrast in more ways than one.
He pushed his hand between her legs and began rubbing around her clit. She opened her legs to give him better access. She could feel herself getting warm. He wasn't the greatest at this, but he seemed to know enough. And when he finally climbed between her legs she lay flat on her back and raised her hips to give him the best entrance.
"Put it in," he said roughly.
She smiled and reached for his cock. It was big, much bigger than she'd thought. She levered herself up on one elbow to see this thing she couldn't get her hand all the way around. She wet her fingers with her saliva and coated the head of his cock with it. She hoped she was still a little loose from the night before. This was going to be a strain.
He put his hand on hers and pushed towards her entrance. She angled her hips to meet him. She wasn't very wet, but he pushed in anyway, lodging just the head inside her entrance. She stared at his face as he thrust forward a little. God, it was like sitting on a log. Surely he was going to rip something open down there.
She pulled him back and coated the head of his cock with her spit again, then guided him to her entrance one more time. He got about half of it in her with his next effort, and there they had to stop. She was disappointed. This wasn't that erotic. But she said she'd try it, and she was determined to go through with it.
He pulled out and thrust in again, and repeated it. Each time he got a little farther. Each time she was a little wetter. But finally he seemed to be in as far as he could get. She felt like she was filled to the bursting point, and then some. Her legs trembled, and she was sure her inside were going to be so much mush. But he was thrusting against her, working on his climax.
This isn't that much fun, she thought. All he's doing is masturbating inside me. She actually felt relief as he pulled out, only to lose it a bit when he pushed back in. He was thrusting harder and harder, his face screwed up with his concentration. She moved against him, smelling his sweat, disappointed that he wasn't paying much attention to her needs. At last, though, he gave a roar and came. And, ironically, as he came, he wet her insides enough he was able to slide even farther in her than before.
He collapsed on top of her, knocking the wind out of her. She wanted to push him off, but she wasn't strong enough. Figuring he'd roll off her in a minute or so, she turned to watch Krissi and the other guy.
They were still going at it. Krissi had her ankles locked behind his back, her arms were around his shoulders and neck, and she was rising to meet his every down-thrust. Her nipples were sticking straight out of her nipples and her eyes were totally focused on his face. He was staring at her as he thrust. It looked like a lot more fun than what she'd just done.
He gradually began to speed up and Krissi matched him. They were both making noises. Then she closed her eyes, her mouth opened, her hands grew white against his skin and her lips drew back. Her stomach drew in and she stopped breathing. Her whole face radiated intensity. The guy continued to thrust, moving faster and faster. And then he thrust one more time and stopped, his whole body rigid. After a few seconds he began to move again, as did she. But their movements slowed and finally stopped, with both of them breathing hard.
He kissed her tenderly. She murmured something in his ear as they held each other. Except for their posture they looked totally relaxed.
The guy on top of Devlin finally moved, pulling his limp cock from her as he rolled away. He wasn't breathing as hard now, and he seemed totally lost within himself. Devlin wasn't sure if she wanted to rub herself to completion or not. This had been as impersonal as she could remember. Krissi looked like she'd had a lot more fun.
When Krissi's guy rolled off her, Devlin eyed his limp cock. An idea blossomed in the back of her mind. "I hope you didn't use it all up," she told him.
"What do you mean?" the white guy asked thickly.
Devlin looked at Krissi. "Want to trade?"
Krissi looked at the black guy, who was lying on his back and watching them. Then she looked at the guy she'd just had. "Sure, why not. It's all in fun."
"You mean... ?" the white guy asked. Krissi crawled over to the black guy, who met her with a caress of her boobs.
"Don't make me talk with my mouth full," Devlin said to the white guy, as she sucked his cock into her mouth. She could taste his cum, she could taste Krissi, and she could inhale that scent men's balls had when they'd been screwing. She massaged his balls as she sucked him. She settled herself where he could see her sex, and after a little hesitation the guy began stroking and rubbing her pussy.
As she sucked the guy kept getting bigger and bigger. Soon she couldn't take him all the way in her mouth. Soon she needed both hands for his size. Her mouth was stretched open to take him. This guy felt bigger than the black guy, maybe as large Jeff, maybe larger. Definitely larger.
She was getting really turned on by this. She pulled her mouth away from the guy's cock. "You ready?"
"I am," he said. "Are you?"
"Let's find out, shall we?"
He pulled himself out of her mouth and knelt between her legs. He lifted them so they rested on his hips, then bent forward to kiss her. "I'm Dave," he said.
"Devlin," she replied.
"I always like to know the name of the gal before we do it," he said. "Call me funny that way."
"That's funny," she said. "I do too."
He bent down and gently sucked her nipples. His cock rested against her tummy, heavy with its promise. She rubbed his hair as he suckled. This was so purely womanly that she had no words for it. She loved this part of foreplay, the sucking, the giving, someday she'd do it for real, not just for the pleasure it gave her. But not today, not right now. This was just for fun.
He kissed and nibbled his way to her mouth, kissing and sucking her lower lip before kissing and licking the taut flesh in the hollow of her neck. She felt herself turning on to him more and more. He wasn't out to just shoot it into her, he wanted her to enjoy it, too, and he was taking the time to make sure she did.
Finally, though, the foreplay was over, and they both knew it. He positioned himself against her entrance. She looked up into his eyes, squeezing her muscles down there.
"Somebody's eager for old junior," he said as he felt the mouth of her entrance nibbling at him. "I didn't know a gal could do that."
"It's not easy," she said. "I can only keep it up for a few minutes at a time."
"A few minutes?" He seemed surprised. She just grinned. "Know what?" he asked as she finally stopped.
"What."
"I know what would feel even better."
She reached between them and grasped his cock. It felt bigger than it had in her mouth. "Oh?"
"Let's put him where he wants to go." He pressed against her entrance, sliding the first couple of inches into her.
She saw his face suffuse with that inner joy of joining. She knew hers showed the same thing. And he felt big--he was stretching her open all the way. But he was stretching her deep, too. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of him sliding into her, the feeling of him opening her deepest and most inner place to him. And he kept sliding and sliding, filling her beyond what she thought she could bear.
"God, I can't believe you took all of me," he said when he finally stopped.
"It's in?" she asked, startled at how her voice had risen. She felt full, beyond full, brim full, as if the slightest thing more would make her spill over.
"God, and you're so tight." He moved hesitantly, pulling back slightly. It felt like he was pulling her insides out with him.
"Don't take it out," she said while the head was still in her.
"Don't worry about that."
He thrust in again, closing his eyes as he did so. And then he was all the way in her, she could feel his nudge against her deepest point. The friction of his passage warmed her up even more. She shifted slightly, then drew back as much as she could and thrust up against him. He caught the hint and drew back slightly.
"Sorry," he murmured. "It felt so good that I didn't want to move."
"It feels even better when we move."
He drew part way out and thrust forward again. "You mean like this?"
She timed her movements with his. "Exactly like this."
He adjusted his position slightly, taking more of his weight on his hands and elbows, but letting their bodies press together.
It was like a giant caress, both inside and out. He was so... so male, so intensely male, and he knew how to use his body to pleasure a woman. Their arms, their legs, their bodies were so joined that she lost herself in him. He buried his face against her neck, she closed her eyes, feeling his strength, smelling his strength, tasting him as she rose and rose.
She couldn't make a sound as she surrendered to her needs. But the wild ride was quickly over. It was like a roller coaster, she came down from that peak only to find herself rushing headlong towards the next one. She was lost in him, helpless as a leaf in the wind as she spiraled over the top in one glorious wave of pure pleasure time after time.
"You ready?" he murmured as she came down from the last one.
"Y-you mean there's more?" She was so caught up in it she could barely think. There was just him, holding her, touching her, filling her, overwhelming her.
He began to move purposefully, thrusting harder and moving, stirring himself inside her. She began to match him, knowing this would be his release, wanting to give him the pleasure he was giving her. His grip tightened, and with a wild groan he came, his body shuddering as his need overwhelmed him.
She rode with him, taking him, holding him, accepting him. Their bodies were in harmony as the waves of pleasure swept her away too.
Their breathing slowed as they relaxed. He kissed her, sharing their taste one last time. And when they could both finally move he slowly pulled out.
She wanted to stop him, but her experience told her he was done. He needed the rest, he needed to recover.
She felt filled with peace, and filled with energy. She wanted to jump up and do a million things, she wanted to lie in his arms and just drift pleasantly.
Krissi was sitting up, watching her. "C'mon," she whispered. "Let's go get cleaned up."
"Umm, sure," Devlin murmured. She didn't have any willpower at all. She let Krissi take her hand and lead her from the room. But instead of a trip to the shower, the blonde led her into another bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She led Devlin to the bed, then knelt and began kissing her ankle.
"Krissi, no... wait... I'm not..."
Krissi didn't stop, nibbling and kissing her way up to the taut skin on the back of Devlin's knee, and Devlin's protests died away. In a strange way this seemed so right, and so she didn't protest at all when Krissi kissed her way slowly, delicately, intensely up the insides of her thighs.
"God, you are so sexy," Krissi murmured. She kissed around Devlin's sex, then maddeningly, slowly across her tummy, pausing to trace wet little circles with the tip of her tongue across Devlin's heated flesh. Slowly Krissi circled in on Devlin's breasts, collecting the soft flesh in her hands, molding it, caressing it, breathing on it. Chills chased the heated warmth of her breath as she gently pursed her lips and gently, almost too lightly caressed Devlin's tips. Her tongue touched them, once, leaving a little wet spot that burned hot and cold.
She stroked Devlin's body with her own, and as Krissi brushed Devlin's skin with her tongue, Devlin found her hands moving of their own accord across the soft skin of Krissi's body. Her skin was so different than that of a man, softer and finer. It was almost porcelain in its color, the taste intriguing, and the scent a distant reminder of something special, she was both warm and gentle.
Krissi's knee slipped between Devlin's, and she found herself moving against the blonde's leg, rubbing herself on the woman's soft flesh. Krissi, in her turn, moved against Devlin, pushing, opening her wetness. Devlin's hands moved to Krissi's back, holding them together, softness to softness, heat to heat. And then they kissed. It was the gentlest, most all-encompassing kiss she had ever shared. It was like they merged at the lips and all of the tension of sharing sex went away as they shared each other.
The room was filled with a hazy glow as they merged together. Hands languidly stroked bodies, mouths sought flesh, they engorged themselves on the taste and being of each other. Their bodies flowed in a long gentle out-pouring that seemed to never end, and yet ended far too soon. And then they drifted, and shared again, until all thought of self, all thought of separateness, all was gone, and there was just themselves together.
A time... and a time... Devlin half-dozed, Krissi lying peacefully across her chest, the covers of the bed partially cocooning them. She stroked the blonde's hair, marveling at the fineness of it, blonde all the way down to the pink skin. Their bodies were molded together, joined in spirit if not in flesh. She could hear the sounds of snow against the window, she could hear the sounds of life outside the room. She felt Krissi stir, her breath quickening slightly as she awoke as if from a dream. And maybe dream it was, for two to share as completely as they had.
Krissi lifted her head, and they kissed. This magical interlude was ending, and they both regretted it. Heated flesh had cooled, but heated spirits had not. They both knew they would go different ways, they would do other things, but for both of them there would always be this time apart from the world when there was nothing but the two of them.
"It's never been like that," Krissi said softly. "The other times, they weren't like this."
"I never thought it would be this way," Devlin said. "I like guys, I like being with guys, and yet..."
Krissi put her finger against Devlin's lips. "Shhh, don't say it. I like guys, too. And I've tried it with women, but none of those times was like this."
"None of them may ever be this way again," Devlin said. "I think this was special."
Practicality began to intrude as they heard voices in the hall. Someone was asking if either of them was still around. "They're looking for us," Krissi said. She sat up in the bed and stretched.
Devlin lay there, then reached out and gently massaged Krissi's breast. The taut pink flesh of her nipple stiffened immediately. Krissi looked down at Devlin's hand and then laughed lightly. "Careful, girl. If you keep that up you'll have to make good on your promise."
"Sounds like a good idea."
She glanced at the clock. "I'd love to, but it's almost noon." She cocked her head. "Listen, you can hear car doors."
Devlin reluctantly sat up. "Does that mean the storm is ending?"
Krissi swung out of bed and peeked out the curtain. "No, I just think people have given up waiting and are heading home." She closed the curtain and looked back at Devlin. "I suppose we should, too."
Devlin saw what her fingers had told her, but she hadn't paid attention to unitl now. "You're bare."
Krissi looked down between her legs. "Oh, yeah," she said as if it was of no importance.
Devlin reached for her, slowly running her fingers over Krissi's hairless sex. "I didn't realize that till now. And you're so smooth."
"I shave it every morning," Krissi said. "Every morning when I take a shower, as a matter of fact."
"How can you... why did you do it? I mean, I should have noticed it by now."
"I never had very much there to begin with," Krissi said, lying next to Devlin and stretching. "I used to get teased in high school because the other gals thought I didn't have any hair down there at all. And a couple of years ago I thought I'd see what it was like without it." She shrugged her. "It's a habit, nothing more. Don't let them fool you, there's nothing wildly exciting about being bare down there. It just means I never have to worry about bikini lines."
"You? Bikini lines?"
"It's worse for a blonde than a brunette," Krissi said seriously. "Our skin is paler than yours, and even the slightest color change shows. I have a UV light in my apartment and I bask in it for 15 minutes a day. Not too little, not too much, just enough to be healthy. That's especially important for me in the winter when I don't get much sun."
"And in the summer?" She slowly ran her hands up to cup Krissi's breasts again. They were so full, but they didn't seem overly large, not like her own. "What happens in the summer?"
"I live in sun screen SPF 20 and Aloe Vera. I moisturize my skin every chance I get, and don't lie out in it like all of the other girls do. I don't want to be wrinkled before I'm 30, not like some people I know."
They heard Emma's voice calling down the hall. Footsteps followed, returned, and stopped in front of their door. "Devlin? Krissi? Are either of you two in here?" she called, knocking.
Devlin and Krissi shared a look. It was over far too soon. Devlin sighed and got off the bed. Emma was standing there patiently when she opened the door.
"Both of us are here," Devlin said.
Emma took the situation in at a glance. "I hate to spoil things, but it's time to clean up. You two had better get dressed."
Krissi started laughing, and a moment later Devlin joined her. "Shower first," Krissi said. "I was in the hot tub this morning, but I think I want a shower."
"That's good," Emma said, "because we turned off the hot tub 30 minutes ago and it's been cooling off."
Krissi laughed again and held out her hand to Devlin. "Scrub your back?"
"If I can scrub yours," Devlin replied.
"No hanky-panky in the shower," Emma warned. "We have to get this place cleaned up."
They used the communal shower in the basement, taking turns to wash each other thoroughly. Devlin discovered two new delights, running her fingers through Krissi's blonde hair, and letting Krissi run her fingers through her own hair.
"Now excuse me," Krissi said as she spread shaving cream across her pubic area. She took a razor and ran it over her pubes. Devlin watched, fascinated.
"I tried it," Devlin finally said. "After a while I stopped. It seemed like so much bother without much benefit."
"It's a habit," Krissi said. She glanced at Devlin's sex. "Like I said, I never had much there to begin with. Now you, on the other hand, somehow a little pubic hair looks right on you."
"Did you ever feel like a 10 year-old? I did."
"With these boobs?" Krissi shook her head. "Not a chance." She studied Devlin's body. "You know, a lot of gals would love to have your body. Narrow waist, nice hips, cute tummy, nice legs. There are women who would kill for what you have."
"You left out the big boobs, the small butt and the long hair."
"Yeah, we shouldn't leave those out, either." She sighed. "I hate to see all that beauty covered up, but if we're the only ones naked in the entire house I'd really feel self-conscious."
"I know what you mean," Devlin said. "We'd better go get dressed."
Krissi had brought white jeans, a white blouse and a white turtleneck sweater that she quickly pulled on. She pulled slippers on over her thick wool socks. "I'll put on my boots if we have to go outside, not before."
Devlin's black jeans contrasted with her white turtleneck sweater. She did pull her boots on, though. "I have to go move things around in my car," she explained.
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