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This is it, I told myself. If you’re going to eat pussy, it’s now or never.
I pointed my tongue, almost afraid to touch her with it, like her clit was the end of a nine-volt battery and I was dreading finding out how it would feel. I traced the hood of her clitoris that way, and she whimpered. In for a penny, in for a pound, as Neil often said. I opened my mouth and sucked the little knot between my teeth.
She moaned a long “oh,” of contentment, but I wasn’t looking for content. I wanted her to go wild.
I explored her folds with my tongue. She wasn’t sweet, as I’d anticipated. Once, Neil had said he liked to taste pussy when he ate pussy, and I could see why. She was salty and musky and like nothing else I’d ever tried. Even sucking my own juices off Neil’s fingers—or my own, depending on how naughty I was getting solo—wasn’t the same as the feel and smell and flavor of a real cunt. When I slipped back up to her clit, she made the most adorable mewling sound.
Being with her was like learning to read backwards; I knew the fundamentals, just not from this side. Her pelvis rocked a little more with every stroke of my tongue. She got wetter, her juices running down my hand to my wrist. I pressed my fingers harder against her g-spot and lapped at her clit, listening to the way her breathing sped, feeling the flutters around my fingers. A thousand filthy scenes filled my imagination: fucking her with a strap-on. Tying her hands and using the wand vibe on her until she begged me to stop. Making her kneel in front of me, the way Neil made me supplicate myself.
I didn’t have to wonder when she came. Her whole body curled up from the bed, and she was either hyperventilating or totally unable to control her vocal chords. Her babbling, rasping sounds were so desperate, each one vibrated through my body. She shuddered all over, and her cunt caught my fingers like a vise. A hot burst splashed over my chin and up my wrist, and I blinked in surprise.
I didn’t know how long to keep going, so when her cries subsided, I gently withdrew. Everything seemed lou
der; Gena’s thighs were no longer clamped around my head. I hadn’t even noticed, I’d been so caught up in getting her off.
I sat up and the room came back a piece at a time. Gena, sweat glistening on her skin, her eyes closed and her lips parted. Neil, leaning with his elbow on the arm of the chair, hiding his smirk behind his hand. And Ian, with a slowly growing grin, propped against the wall in his boxers and unbuttoned shirt.
Smart-ass that he was, he started a slow clap.
* * * *
Because of the late hour and the long drive, Ian and Gena spent the night in the guest room. After we saw them settled in, Neil and I went back to our bedroom. The silence between us was so absolute that, when he finally spoke, it startled me.
“Did you enjoy yourself tonight?” he asked, as though it were a casual inquiry.
I didn’t want to dance around our feelings. “I did. I mean, the sex was fun. Ian was really gentle and considerate—”
Neil flashed me his half smile. “And he could make you come like flipping a light switch.”
“Yeah.” My skin flushed all over at the memory. “But you do that, too.”
“You needn’t reassure me, Sophie.” He went into the bathroom, and I followed him, straight into the shower. He turned on the tap for the wide showerhead in the ceiling, and water fell like rain. I joined him underneath it.
“I couldn’t help but notice there was something between you and Gena. It was very subtle,” he teased, pushing his wet hair back.
I caught my tongue between my teeth. “You picked up on that, huh?” I reached for my shampoo and squirted some into my palm. “Yeah…heat of the moment, I think.”
He made a noncommittal “Mmm.”
“What is that about?” I leaned my head to the side to work the suds down my long hair.
He grinned at me. “I’m just amused, is all. You say you’re straight, but put you in bed with another woman—”
“Sometimes, boobs are just nice to touch, okay?” I closed my eyes to rinse the shampoo from my hair.
“That they are.” He cupped mine, and my eyes flew open in surprise. “Do you know why I find them so nice to touch?”
I shrugged.
He leaned close to my ear. “Because I like women.”
“Look, I never said I didn’t like women. I just think I’m probably cloudy with a chance of wanting to have sex with some girls sometimes.” I stepped away from him to grab my conditioner.
“So, you’re bisexual,” Neil said.
“I don’t think so. I don’t want to have sex with every woman. I just wanted to have it with Gena.” I combed the conditioner through my wet tangles with my fingers. “It’s not the same thing.”
“By your logic, because I am bisexual, I want to have sex with literally every man and woman on the entire planet.” Neil sighed. “Label your sexuality however you like, Sophie. It doesn’t matter to me. But allow me to gently suggest that the impression I got after watching you nearly suffocate yourself in another woman’s cunt is that you might be ever so slightly bi.”
