Jade found Jodie’s pussy amazingly, overwhelmingly succulent and delicious. It had been a long time — much too long — since she’d tasted such a sweet young thing. The more she got, the more she wanted. After a few minutes of tongue-stuffing she rolled Jodie over and practically jumped on top, sinking her crotch onto Jodie’s face as she hunkered down between Jodie’s legs for further feasting.
When she finally came up for air, Jade found Alexis White standing over her, strap-on dangling insouciantly. Miss White had not intended to get involved, but suddenly she saw so many holes that needing filling. What was a girl to do?
Jade shrugged and decided to go with it, running her tongue up the length of the formidable shaft. Before long she was being plowed from behind as she resumed devouring Jodie’s creamy little snatch.
* * *
Hana had never cared Phoenix, and she liked it even less now. The band had sounded fantastic, she thought — Dahlia blended right in — but the club was less than half full and the people who were there didn’t seem to appreciate what they were doing. As soon as the show was over she wanted to put Phoenix in her rear-view mirror; and since Las Vegas was less than five hours away, she managed to convince Jenny and Dahlia to make the drive that night. Donna and Haley would follow with the van in the morning.
They arrived in the wee hours and though Vegas was quieter than usual, it was still a pretty exciting place to be. They got a hotel room but were too wired to sleep, so they went downstairs to the casino, had a couple drinks, and played a few hands of blackjack at the cheapest table they could find. Then they went upstairs and fucked their brains out till dawn.
* * *
Late that morning Kristin finally got the opportunity she had been waiting for. Her father and Carl Santini had left early to drive to a football game, and her mother was in the kitchen baking. When Nicola texted to ask if she was going to yoga class, Kristin begged off, saying that she wanted to help her mom. But that was not what she had in mind.
Instead, she sat looking out the window until she saw Nicola leave her house and start walking toward the yoga studio. Then she tiptoed downstairs, pulled on an overcoat over her naked body, and slipped quietly out the front door.
At the Santinis’ Lina answered Kristin’s knock still in her bathrobe. “Morning,” she said. “What can I do for you?”
Kristin’s answer was to unbutton her coat and let it fall open to reveal her boobs and bush. “Oh good God,” said Lina, pulling Kristin inside.
Kristin immediately moved in for a kiss but Lina held her back. “We have to stop doing this,” she said.
“Why?” pouted Kristin.
“Your mother’s my best friend. It’s not right. My daughter is a more appropriate, um, playmate for you.”
Kristin frowned, looking for the moment like a spoiled, sullen teenager. “But I’m all wet for you.”
Lina sighed and took a moment to consider.
* * *
Yoga always made Nicola horny, and she’d gotten especially worked up this time. The class that day had been taught by her favorite teacher, a statuesque redhead, who was wearing yoga pants so sheer that Nicola swore she could see the copper pubes underneath. On her way home she decided to stop by the Thompsons’ and see if Kristin might be up for a little early afternoon romp.
Carol Thompson came to the door looking fetchingly domestic in an apron, hands covered with flour, hair charmingly disheveled. She was under the impression that Kristin was in her room, but when Nicola went upstairs no one was there. So Nicola went down to the kitchen, where she was invited her to sit and have a cup of tea as Carol worked.
Sipping her tea, Nicola found her eyes drawn to the way Carol’s ass wiggled in her jeans as she rolled a pie crust. They had been chatting for a few minutes when Carol felt arms wrapping around her from behind, and then Nicola’s breasts pressing against her back.
“What are you doing?” asked Carol.
“That was fun the other day,” Nicola purred into her ear.
“That was a mistake.”
“It was the good kind of mistake,” said Nicola as her hands slid upward to cup the older woman’s tits. “I’d like to make that mistake again.”
“Kristin could walk in at any moment.” Despite her protestations, Carol felt her nipples stiffening and her pussy slickening. Was this a case, she wondered, of it being better to regret something you have done than something you haven’t?
* * *
Miss White had woken up that morning feeling suddenly very homesick for Bowmore and Alpha Beta Delta. She’d decided that they would enjoy New Year’s Eve, take the next day to recuperate, then start heading back on the 2nd.
Jodie was still sleeping and Miss White elected to let her rest as long as she wanted. Between the tete-a-tete with Jade and servicing Miss White afterward, her tongue had gotten quite a workout the night before. And they had a long day ahead of them.
After having coffee Miss White decided to go downstairs and work out. She’d been neglecting her exercise during this trip, and eating extremely well, and so was feeling a little heavy and sluggish.
The hotel’s gym was spacious and well-appointed, and almost immediately after stepping onto a treadmill Miss White started to feel better. There was only one other person there, a young African-American woman who was lifting weights at the other end of the gym. She was facing the other way so Miss White was able to study her at leisure. She had long, lean, strong legs and her bare midriff was taut and tapered, a gorgeous chocolate brown. Her shoulders and biceps were muscular but still enticingly female.
Miss White pictured herself chatting up this enchanting creature, then inviting her to their room. Jodie, still yawning, would find herself being lifted bodily and flipped upside down, her face hanging down between the black girl’s legs as a thick tongue forced its way inside her. And from there....
But when Miss White looked back again the woman was gone. She sighed and redoubled her workout.
Jodie was just stirring when Miss White returned to the room. They went downstairs for brunch, then got massages and spent the rest of the afternoon by the pool, Jodie swimming and Miss White reading. As the sun was going down, casting the indoor pool into reddish shadow, they went back to their room and showered and dressed for the evening.
* * *
As the clock ticked off the hours till midnight, Carol Thompson and Lina Santini were enjoying a bottle of Pinot Grigio together at the Thompson house. Their husbands wouldn’t be back from the football game for at least an hour yet and their daughters were off God knows where; it was the first chance they’d had in a while to spend time alone together.
Two glasses in, Lina decided it would be a good idea to clear her conscience before the beginning of the new year. “There’s something I have to tell you,” she said to her longtime friend and lover.
Hearing the serious note in Lina’s voice, Carol nodded and sat down her glass of wine. “Ok, shoot.”
“Well, Kristin and I, we might have, um... committed an indiscretion.” She dutifully explained what had happened and how.
Lina was surprised at Carol’s reaction, which was to giggle. “Actually,” she said, “I have something to tell you as well.”
After polishing off the bottle, they retired to the bedroom and by way of atonement engaged in a round of mutual spankings. Then they had the best sex they’d had in ages. Half a dozen orgasms later, it was all they could do to get out of bed before their husbands were due home.
At the same time Kristin and Nicola, having smoked a joint liberated from Kristin’s parents, were in Nicola’s bedroom 69ing furiously. They rolled over and over as if contesting for dominance, but finally Kristin ended up on top, sinking all her weight onto Nicola’s face as she sat up momentarily and took a deep breath. Kristin imagined Jenny suddenly appearing at the door, shedding clothes as she came to join them, and smiled.
Well, they’d be together again soon enough. Right now Nicola’s glistening pink slit was begging for her attention, so she bent down to give it some.
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