Forbidden Fruit Ch. 2

It had been several days since our wild lovemaking event on the steps. I felt changed forever. It was very good that the kids were away at college, as I changed my image and my wardrobe. I seldom wore a bra. I noticed the stares and peeks from most everyone I came in contact with.

I became addicted to reading erotic stories. I struggled with thinking about all the varieties of stories. Which ones would I do? What makes Bill hot? I wanted to act out Bill’s fantasies, I just hope they didn’t involved whips and chains and blood. I toiled with the thought of weird sexual practices, golden showers, gangbangs, anal, and forced. I found myself becoming judgmental with them, but then finally realized, that hey, these things didn’t have to make sense. Sexual play comes out of the emotional side of the brain, not the logical.

Bill had won a three-day holiday at a resort about three hours from our house. Even though our kids are gone to college and we are home alone, it was still exciting to get away for the weekend. It was for the “Honeymoon Suite”. I especially looked forward to the drive. We drove our little Audi TT Roadster, a treat to ourselves for surviving the childrearing days.

For some unknown reason, whenever we got on the road, I always felt like talking about sex. This was a perfect opportunity to talk about my and our turn-ons, I hoped. I wanted to set the stage so I told him that the sex on the steps was some of the best sex I could ever remember.

He grinned at me.

The silence was electrifying.

I finally got up the nerve to ask him, “So, what do you think of Literotica?

He snickered, then grinned, “Wow, it’s pretty cool. I haven’t read sex stories since before we were married. You know, I used to buy those magazines.”

“Ya”, I agreed, “This is much easier, much more private. I think I would feel goofy if I had to buy those magazines now. This way, I can do it in the privacy of my own home.”

“So”, I asked with a pregnant pause, Which of categories of stories get you going?” I knew that was a loaded question, but I asked anyway. I just knew that if he asked me first, and I said something that he didn’t like, it might ruin our moment.

He hesitated.

I continued, “Honey, it’s ok, we’re adults, this is just us.” Please God don’t let it be whips and chains, or golden showers.

“It’s whips and chains, submission, and spanking!” He said with a grin.

Think! What do I do now? “Won’t you find those chains to be pretty uncomfortable?” I asked slyly.

He laughed. “I was messin’ with ya. Actually,” He continued, “I enjoyed the exhibitionist and wife swapping stories, is that weird?”

“It’s only weird that I like them too. I mean, I don’t think that I actually want someone else’s unit in me, but the thought of it is pretty exciting! You know, forbidden fruit. We’re not supposed to think about stuff like that.”

“Ya,” He confided, “I’m not supposed to like the idea of other men seeing my wife naked, but I gotta tell you, the idea of it does turn me on. I mean, we spend all waking moments of every day doing our best to keep our bodies covered. Then I read these stories where the wife wears revealing clothes, or flashes men. I don’t know, I guess it’s exciting.”

My smile went from inside out. I knew that this particular weekend was going to be interesting.

We started talking about previous experiences. We both had long relationships with other people before we were married. I told him about one time when I went to a fancy dinner with Bob and his best friend Sean and a few other couples. The alcohol was flowing. I wore a black dinner dress; it was pretty short and sexy. He wanted me to be sexy underneath, so I wore a garter belt, stockings, bikini panties and no bra.

We wound up at our house afterwards. We were having a blast. Sean’s girlfriend got mad at all of us and left early. I felt so sexy underneath it all. The guys were pretty much staring at me all night. I came up with a devious plan. I faked passing out. I slid down on the floor. I could tell that the hem of my dress was up around my ass.

Bob asked Sean to help carry me to bed. I wasn’t in the safest of hands, being that they were pretty drunk, but I was with adventurous hands, as I felt hands pretty much all over me. I couldn’t really tell which hands were Bob’s and which ones were Sean’s. But they were both laughing at the situation.

They put me in bed. Bob said, “help me with her dress”. Sean asked if he should be there too. Bob, in his drunken state said, “Just give me give me a hand. You’ve seen underwear before”.

Sean leaned me forward and Bob unzipped my dress. He pulled the shoulders off. Pull it down Sean. Sean gingerly pulled it down. “Wow” was all he said. Bob sounded pretty proud and said, “Ya, she’s got beautiful tits!” They worked together and pulled my dress completely off. There I was, in just my panties and stockings. The room got pretty quiet. They were whispering. My panties went off in one quick pull. I was nude except for my garter belt and stockings. The lights went off. I felt them get into bed, one on each side. I felt four hands exploring my body. I started breathing hard, it was pretty exciting. It was so cool to have both nipples sucked at once. I couldn’t hold back any more. I started getting hot. The alcohol set me free. The rest of the night was a blur. I know that I fucked them both. I’m not sure how many times. Of course, I did manage to be sucking one while the other was fucking me. That particular night was never talked about since. They are still best friends, so it was just one of those things that happen in the middle of the night.

“Whew!” Was all Bill could say?

After a minute of silence Bill told me about how he used to spy on the lady next door when he was a teenager. His bedroom window was in line with hers. She was a single mother. He saw her naked almost everyday. He would watch her dress and undress. He was pretty sure that she knew that he was watching, as she always faced the windows.

Then he told me about one night at Tony, his friends house. Tony was showing pictures of his vacation in Mexico. One picture showed his wife Diane in a white sheer dress on the balcony. It was very thin; you could see that all she had on was tiny panties underneath. Her tits and nipples were there to be seen. Bill said that he probably spent too much time looking at that picture. Tony looked around and said; “I’ve got better” He got out a separate package. Tony made Bill promise not to tell Diane, and spilled the pictures out. There she was, topless, in sexy lingerie, and finally totally nude.

“Really! You saw her naked pictures! What did you think?”

“Great, I mean, she looked good. I felt naughty and voyeuristic, but it was cool.”

“Would you show your buddies pictures of me?”

“Whew, I never thought of it. Besides, we don’t have any. And you wouldn’t, I mean would you? Would you?”

I just smiled. “Never know!”

I glanced at the speedometer, we were doing over 95, I told him to cool his jets, and watch the speed. When we got to the hotel, I couldn’t wait to get into our room. The check-in went smooth. We were handed the keys to our plush luscious suite. It had a beautiful private balcony with a stunning view of the shimmering lake. Our bed was four-poster, with huge oak legs and spindles. It was decorated rustic, yet romantic. The room had paintings of couples kissing and semi-nude women. I immediately thought that this is some kind of passion pit. You knew by taking in all the beauty and privacy that wild and incredible sex probably always happened in here.

I was standing by the French doors when Bill put his hand on my back and gently rubbed. “I think you may have accidentally forgot to wear a bra”, he teased.

“Oh my!” I teased back, “I not only forgot to wear one, I guess I sorta kinda forgot to bring any. I hope you don’t mind? I mean, I can run into town and buy some!”

“I guess I have to put up with it!”

Our moment was interrupted by the knock of the door and our bellman bringing in our luggage. I stayed by the window and Bill helped out the young man. I noticed that both of the guys seemed to looking my way. Bill tipped the boy and sent him on his way. Both guys had big smiles.

Bill walked up to me a gave me a kiss. “Do you remember when I said that my friend showed me a picture of his wife standing on the balcony with a white dress on?”

“Ya”

“Well, me and Tim the bellman, saw you in the sunlight. I must say, we could see virtually everything.”

“Really!” I was a bit surprised, and pleased. “What did you think?”

“I think I can speak for the both of us, we liked it.” He put my hand on his growing penis.

“I can see that. Do you want to take a picture of me like this?”

“Oh ya!” He raced and fumbled with the camera, He took a few pictures. I liked the fact of him seeing me, seeing me sexy. I posed for him like a Victoria’s Secret model. “Can you see anything? Do my boobs show? Here, wait a minute,” I took a breath, gathered some courage, then gathered the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. I stood topless in front of my husband before, many times, but never while he snapped pictured of me. I loved it. I loved the fact that I was topless on a balcony, topless in front of my man while he snapped pictures. I felt like the sexiest woman alive. I knew that he would eventually be showing these to his friends. I didn’t care. As a matter of fact I knew that I was going to have them developed by John, the camera store man. He would be seeing me nude. I loved it even more.

I eventually walked towards Bill, knelt down in front of him, unbuttoned his pants and pulled them around his ankles. I reached inside his boxers and freed his cock. I expertly licked it from the base to the tip. I tasted the first of his cum. After I licked him like a candy cane, I took the full tip in my mouth and swished my saliva around it. I cupped his balls and could feel them tighten in his sack. Soon they became tight. He tried to pump away. I stopped him. I peeled off my panties and sat on the edge of the bed. I guided him to stand in front of me. I spread my pussy lips and let his hardness in. I stopped him from pumping me, and made the walls of pussy contract and loosen. He sighed and continued to stand there. I asked him.

“Could you see my tits when I stood by the window?

“Yes”

“Did the bellhop see my tits?”

“Yes”

“Did you like it? Did you like him seeing my tits?”

“Oh god yes.”

“What did he see? Tell me. Please, tell me everything.”

“We could see your nice round tits, your tan line, your white panties and your nipples. It almost looked like you were naked.”

“Are my tits too small?”

“God no, they are perfect. We both had boners. We loved seeing your tits. And I loved having another man see your hot tits and nipples.”

I came. I let go of Bill. “Now. Now fuck me!” He laid me down and mounted me. While he trusted his hard cock deep into me I let me mind go. I remembered how hot it felt when two men were feeling me up, then fucking me. I remembered stories where women were showing their bodies, stripping in front of several men. Husbands and strangers, I remember showing my tits to John the Cameraman. I felt alive, I felt born again. I felt so fucking sexy. He pumped about five minutes before he pumped a load of hot come into me.

We fell into bed and rolled into a nice satisfied sleep. We must have needed it, because we slept right thru the night. I woke to find my satisfied hubby having coffee on the patio. I walked out wearing only panties and gave him a big kiss.

“Aren’t you a bit overdressed?” he laughed.

“Honey, you may have to battle me to get dressed this weekend. It feels so good to be nude.”

“I want to check out the pool and hot tub sometime today, he said. So eventually we may have to wear something.”

“Hmmmmm, hot tub, it sounds so good. I wish we had one right here so we could do it naked.”

“Maybe we still can, let’s check it out later.”

We lounged all day. I worked on an “all over” tan for the very first time.

We finally decided it was time to “come up for air” and go out for dinner. I chose a lightweight light blue dress and sandals. (Notice the lack of underwear) I wore some jewelry, but kept it minimal also.

We sat for dinner in a beautiful lounge that, of course, has a full view of the lake. We watched the sunset while we drank wine and casually worked on a tasty dinner of steak and lobster. We were seated next to another couple that was acting very similar to us, very touchy, feely, and obviously in love and lust. It was fun to see that in other couples. We did make casual eye contact followed by polite smiles. It was Brad who finally offered a toast to the four of us people in love. They joined our table and we soon became fast friends. They were celebrating their 15th anniversary. We were a few years older, but enjoying all similarities in our lives.

It also turned out that they were in the room near ours. They wanted to book our room, but of course, we were already there. Brad told us that he just retired as a professional baseball player. He looked the part with his suntan face and athletic build. His wife Sandy was blonde and light skinned. She carried herself as being rich and confident. She also had a trim figure, larger breasts and wonderful long legs. While sometimes I feel that rich women can be stuffy, she totally proved me wrong by being funny and friendly.

We drank several more bottles of wine and became silly and friendly. Sandy asked me to join her to the ladies room. While we were there we gossiped and giggled like we were old friends. While we were touching up our makeup, she took me in confidence and asked if she could ask a personal question. I nodded yes.

“Are you braless?” She asked.

“Yes, is it that obvious?”

“I didn’t notice until I saw Brad checking you out. He always wants me to, but I feel so self conscious.”

“I love the feeling, as a matter of fact, I even went further today!” I lifted my skirt and showed her the side of my legs all the way to my waist.

“Oh my God!” was all she said. “You’re so brave!”

“You can do it too”, I said. Then I challenged her, “Do it. I dare ya.”

She thought for a minute, and then smiled. “OK. I’m not a prude you know. I’ve skinny dipped before”. She pulled the elastic top of her dress down to reveal a cute pink lacy bra. Without missing a beat she unhooked the front hook bra and freed her beautiful c cup breasts. I never felt quite so turned on by another woman. I couldn’t help but stare, I even wanted to touch them, and they were so perfect.

“Cool,” I offered, “Skinny dipping is something that I’ve never done, but I’d like to.”

“Well”, she challenged back, “I dare you back!”

“You’re on sister,” we shook hands.

“Wait.” She stopped in her tracks, lifted her skirt and removed her matching panties. “What should I do with these?”

“I’d give them to Brad under the table if you want to drive him nuts.” I chided.

If I felt like I was on exhibit when we walked to the restroom, I felt like we were putting on a major show when the two of us walked back in our states of undress. People stared. I smiled. I loved it!

My hubby couldn’t take his eyes off Sandy’s free nipples. I watched Brad turn red faced as Sandy handed him her panties under the table. He looked at her chest, then mine. He knew that I knew as well, he gave me the look as if he was asking if I were nude under my dress too, I smiled and nodded.

Sandy and I had our men. They smiled and stole glances of our nipples. We were also on new highs. Sandy finally made the next move and asked if we wanted to go for a walk on the beach. It’s very warm in here she said as she tugged at the top of her dress. Sandy and I walked ahead of the men on the beach. We went past the deserted swimming beach and hiked over a 10-foot sand dune. When we got to the bottom, sandy asked me if I was still up to her dare.

“Did you want to go first?” I politely offered.

“No. I dared you, remember?”

I stopped in my tracks and turned around. In my sexiest voice I asked the men if they wanted to go swimming?

Of course, they said that they didn’t have suits with. Without missing a beat I lifted my dress over my head and let it fall to the sand. Both men were standing with surprised smiles. Bill looked at Brad. Brad looked at me then Bill, then me, then Sandy, then me again. I felt very sexy. I liked being nude, I loved the attention.

Sandy looked at Brad. “Honey?” She asked as if she was expecting resistance. He smiled. She changed her doubtful face and smiled. I’ve got a suit just like that. Within five seconds her dress was lying on top of mine. Sandy and I stood nude in front of our grinning men. “Let’s swim”, she said as she grabbed my hand and we ran into the water.

We ran into the water and stopped when we were up to our waists, we stopped and turned around to see the men stripping while running. They focused on us like a heat seeking missile and its intended target. I watched the men with their hard-ons flopping back and forth as they ran. They didn’t stop when they got to us; they both tackled and dunked us. We weren’t ready to get our hair wet; we just wanted to show off. We started to wrestle and roll around in the water. It was very exciting as we were all nude, and rolling around in the water. I felt many hands on me. I even made it a point to grab Brad’s cock. It was a little bit larger than Bill’s. I liked the feel of it, I wanted to suck him right there, but held back my impulses. I even put my full hand on Sandy’s full tits. I have never done that before. I have never been so intrigued by a pair of tits, but they were so perfect. They are very full hand full, soft pink nipples that were centered on the upper half, pointing straight out. After a few minutes we stopped, and laughed uncontrollably. We even did a group hug. I was amazed how fun and natural it all felt. Their room was ground level so we stopped there after we managed to get somewhat dressed. Sandy and I laughed at each other as our dresses were sticking to our wet bodies.

“I’ve never done anything like THAT before,” she laughed.

“Me either”, I said, “but I loved it. It was fun.”

The men made plans to golf in the morning and we made plans to tan on our private balcony. Bill and I barely made it to our room before we started ripping our clothes off. An older guy got quite an eye full in the elevator. My dress was still sticking to my wet breasts. I saw the reflection in the elevator mirror. My nipples were hard and very visible. It was like they were trying to escape the confines of my thin dress. I did nothing to impede his stares.

Bill and I talked about all the stuff that happened while we were fucking on our king size bed. I asked him what he thought of me being on display. He told me that it made him horny. We talked about Sandy’s body. We each confessed that we had felt her up. I told him that Brad also had felt me up, a lot. He even dashed a hand across my pussy. I spread my legs, but just as he was going to put a finger in me until you and Sandy tackled me.

He told me that he saw me feel up Sandy. My pussy was gushing with energy. Bill was fucking we with new vigor. I wrapped my legs around him and we continued to talk about Brad and Sandy. Bill came while I was describing how I managed to stroke Brad.

I slept late in the morning. Bill got up, showered and left to golf. My sleep was interrupted by a knock on the door. I peeked thru the little spy hole and smiled when I saw that Sandy was here. I threw on light nylon robe and opened the door. She was bringing coffee and pastries. I opened the door and she came in wearing a cute bikini swimsuit with a transparent body wrap.

We set up a table on the balcony and enjoyed the breakfast. We talked about lots of stuff; she talked about the pain of being a ballplayers wife, the problems with media and fans who were a little too crazy.

She spread her legs a little wider. On one side, the hem of her panties had slipped into the cleft of her pussy, exposing one outer lip. Peter roughly pulled her hips closer to his face. His tongue dragged along the silky skin at the very top of her thigh until he made contact with her soft fold, now slick with the moisture leaking from inside her. Susan inhaled sharply. She’d never felt anything like this. Her body went limp. Peter lapped at her exposed flesh, nuzzling it with his lips, licking up the moisture. Her panties dug into her pussy, almost painful.

Then, abruptly, the pressure was gone. She looked down, a little dazed from the torrent of sensations. It took her a moment to understand what had happened. Peter had moved the crotch of her panties to one side. He was on his knees between her spread-open legs, staring at her bare pussy.

Susan came instantly to her senses. She put her hand on Peter’s and firmly removed it. She readjusted her underwear and smoothed her skirt back over her thighs.

“No,” she said, sighing. “I’m sorry. That’s enough.”

Peter took a long, deep breath and stood up unsteadily. “I’m going to break it off with Kate,” he said. “I’m seeing her tomorrow night. I’ll do it then.”

Susan struggled to make sense of her feelings. Her pulse was still racing. She willed it to slow down.

“No,” she said. “That won’t help. Kate is a little ditzy, sure. But she isn’t stupid. If we start going out together, she’ll know what happened. That will just make it worse.”

Peter rolled his eyes. Susan figured that she probably looked every bit as frustrated as he did.

“We’ve never even been out on a date,” she said, reasonably. “Who knows if we’ll even like each other? But Kate’s my roommate. That won’t change. If she moves on to someone else – nothing personal, but she goes through guys every few weeks – well, that would be a different story.”

She could see Peter struggling to get himself back under control. He flopped down on his desk chair, just a couple of feet away. His hair was charmingly messed up, and a few of his shirt buttons had come undone, exposing a bit of broad, muscular chest. Well, she’d seen that before. But still …

“Give me your hands,” he said.

She looked at him quizzically, but put her hands out in front of her. He took them between his. She felt completely in his power.

“We’ll do it your way. I don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable. But I want to see you. I want to spend time with you.”

She had said no the last time he’d asked. And she was still pretty sure that it was a bad idea. Things never seemed to go according to plan when he was around. But he was holding her hands, and she didn’t know how to refuse him while he was doing that.

She nodded. “That would be nice. But somewhere … public. Not your room, okay?”

He nodded. “Thanks for your help with the physics stuff.”

They looked at each other silently. Before she could stop herself, she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. Peter pulled her close and his tongue found hers. Everything she’d felt earlier welled back up. Her hands found the sides of his face, and she wanted to fall backwards on the narrow bed, pull Peter on top of her …

But she pulled back and put her hands in her lap. “I’d better get back,” she said.

“Right.”

“I’ve got studying to do.”

She tried to stay serious, but failed completely. She started giggling. “Like that’s really going to happen.” She stood up.

“Friends,” she said firmly.

He nodded. “Friends. I’ll walk you back.”

She smiled. She felt safe with him. It was a good way to feel about a friend, wasn’t it?

They crossed the campus, not saying anything, listening to the night sounds. When he dropped her off in front of her dorm, she stood on her tiptoes and gave him a peck on the cheek, then ran inside. She needed a shower. Anyone who came near her would surely know what she’d been up to.

* * *

Susan got back to her room a few minutes later wrapped in a towel, and more muddled than ever. Kate was lying on her bed in her underwear. She rolled over slowly when Susan shut the door.

“You’re back late.”

Susan’s heart suddenly started beating rapidly. “I was at a study session.”

Kate shook her head. “You really study too much. When are you going to have some fun?”

Susan stifled a giggle. But she really didn’t like being deceptive like this. It was exactly what she wanted to avoid. “Actually, I was in your boyfriend’s suite. He and the guys there were studying for a physics exam.”

“Oh, yeah. I told him he should invite you. I figured you might meet someone while you were there.”

Susan shook her head. “Not really. His friends didn’t make much of an impression.”

Kate rolled sleepily onto her back. Susan couldn’t help staring at her body – the smooth legs, the feminine swell of her hips, the slightly rounded stomach, blond hair fanning out around her head, and, of course, those astonishing breasts. Even lying on her back they looked so soft and round, the dark nipples and large aureoles easily visible under her sheer bra. Did Peter really plan to ditch her? Susan wanted to believe it, but, looking at Kate, she couldn’t quite. He probably wants both of us she thought ruefully. Isn’t that how guys think? Hell, he’d probably like to have our whole suite in his bed.

But Kate was saying something. ” … Friday night. Why don’t you come?”

Susan shook her head. “Sorry, I missed the first part of that.”

Kate grinned. “Not used to staying up so late? I said that Peter and I are going to an off-campus party Friday night. You should come.”

No, Susan thought. Bad idea. She really didn’t want to see Kate and Peter together.

“You might meet someone,” Kate continued.

“I don’t think so,” Susan said. “I really have a lot of work to do.”

* * *

But she went anyway. The alternative was another spending another Friday evening by herself, and she’d been doing too much of that lately.

A car picked them up at 8 PM, already packed with party-goers, including Peter and his friend Paul (or was it Vic?) She and Kate squeezed in, Kate sitting carelessly on some guy’s lap. Susan wasn’t sure where they eventually ended up; somewhere in the hills above the town. She hoped that wouldn’t be a problem if she decided to bail out early. The evening was chilly, and she certainly wasn’t dressed for a long walk – not with the low-cut top Kate had talked her into wearing and the short skirt and heels. Of course, Kate’s dress was even more daring: a powder blue number with a plunging neckline and a hem that barely made it below her butt. Nor were they overdressed, Susan decided once they’d walked into the big house at the end of a tree-lined driveway. The gathering was hip and sophisticated, at least for a college-age crowd. And the interior of the house was pretty grand too. The buzz was that mommy and daddy had bought it for one of their wealthy classmates.

Susan met the wealthy classmate himself a few minutes later as he filled her champagne flute. He looked awfully stylish in a raw silk jacket and dark, slicked-back hair. Susan had to admit that he pulled off the silent movie star look pretty effectively. Mr. Smooth, she christened him before he’d had a chance to introduce himself.

“I’m Ken,” he said, eyeing her unabashedly from head to foot.

It was actually sort of flattering, she decided, and, what the hell, she smiled back. “Susan.”

“Welcome,” he said. “Can I show you around?”

“Sure.”

They went downstairs first and Ken (Susan wondered if his parents named him after the doll – maybe that’s where he got his hairstyle) showed her the wine cellar. She’d never actually been in one before. It was kind of cold and clammy, actually. There were racks of bottles all around and a stained-glass window at the back. Ken picked out a bottle after some deliberation.

“It’s a 1989 Margaux reserve,” he said, holding it out for inspection. “Want to try some?”

“Okay.”

“Let me decant it first.”

He made a little ceremony out of removing the cork and pouring the wine into a very spiffy-looking cut-glass container. Susan wished he’d hurry up. She was freezing. Not to mention that her nipples were stiff and very visible under her top. She hadn’t worn a bra; she didn’t own one that would work with what she was wearing. She wasn’t sure that such a bra even existed.

Ken poured them both a glass. He sniffed his, and Susan followed his lead. Wow. Just the aroma made her head spin. What did they put in this stuff? She smelled raspberries and licorice, wood smoke and half a dozen other things she couldn’t quite put her finger on. It certainly wasn’t anything like the jug wine someone was always sneaking into her dorm. She took a sip, and she wasn’t cold anymore. It tasted like sunshine and orchards and warm summer afternoons.

Ken was looking at her, amused. “What do you think?”

“I’ve never tasted anything like it.”

“Not many people have. It comes from a single block of cabernet vines adjacent to the Garonne estuary. They only made one hundred cases that year.”

Susan didn’t want to think about how much it must have cost.

“Come on back upstairs.” He put his hand on her bare arm and rubbed it energetically. “You’re getting goose bumps. Or perhaps it’s just my beguiling company?”

This guy really is awfully smooth, Susan thought. I’m going to have to watch myself. “Sure, upstairs would be good. Besides,” she added, because she could flirt with the best of them, “I’m not sure how much longer I can trust myself alone in the dark with you.”

Upstairs, the lights were low and loud music was playing. A few partiers were standing and talking in the spacious living room. A couple snuggled on a cushy love seat (what else?) Susan found herself in a conversation group that quickly surrounded Ken. They were talking about their upcoming winter-break ski trips and jaunts to the Caribbean. Ken held court comfortably, obviously used to being the center of attention.

Susan used the opportunity to slip away. She couldn’t help wondering what Kate and Peter were up to. She hadn’t seen either of them since shortly after they’d all arrived.

She wandered out to the pool. A few people she didn’t know sat on deck chairs under a heat lamp. No help there. She went back inside and climbed the sweeping marble staircase that led up from the front entryway. It was a lot quieter at the top of the stairs and even darker.

Someone, a slightly wobbly redhead in a seriously tight dress, stepped out into the hallway in front of her, the sound of a toilet flushing in her wake. Well, Susan thought to herself, I can always claim that I was looking for a bathroom if anyone asks. But she walked right past the door the redhead had just exited. There was another door farther down the hall that had light streaming out from underneath it. Susan stole a look back the way she’d come, then crept up to the door.

A shriek of female laughter came from inside the room. It could have been Kate, but the sound was too muffled to tell for certain. Susan moved closer, until she could reach for the doorknob. Her heart was pounding. Why was she doing this? What Kate and Peter were up to was none of her business. She hesitated at the door for a minute, wanting to leave, her hand on the doorknob. Then, slowly, she began to turn it until door opened slightly. From where she was standing, she could see a little bit of the room, but mostly what she saw was someone’s back – a woman’s back. She was wearing a pair of form-fitting black pants and nothing else from the waist up. The woman had olive skin and shoulder-length dark hair. Obviously not Kate.

Susan was about to step back when the dark-haired girl did a saucy little shimmy and began to push down on the waistband of her pants. The pants slid down over her hips, revealing a black thong and a pair of very tight buttocks. Then she began to roll the thong off as well. She bent over to step out of her clothes, poking her butt out temptingly in the process. In that position Susan could see past her to another, already naked body stretched out on a big bed. The denouement of the strip-tease elicited another shriek of drunken laughter from the person on the bed. Susan put her hand to her mouth. It was female laughter, the same voice she’d heard earlier. The dark-haired girl, now utterly naked, skipped over to join her companion on the bed.

Susan swallowed hard, trying hard not to make any noise. She couldn’t stop staring. For one thing, she recognized the woman on the bed from her English lit class. They’d studied together a couple of times. Now Susan wouldn’t ever be able to look at her the same way again. Was this what college was about? She took a step backwards. She didn’t really need to see this. As with Kate and Peter, it was none of her business. But she hesitated. Her only experience with lesbians was from watching girl-girl scenes in porn movies, and she was pretty sure that didn’t have much to do with reality. The idea wasn’t distasteful to her, exactly. She’d just never really been tempted, nor had the opportunity ever presented itself. She admired other women’s bodies, especially lush, feminine ones like Kate’s – so different from her own slim, athletic form. Maybe she could watch just a little, see what it was really like. She checked nervously up and down the dark hallway, then moved back towards the door.

The two bodies were stretched out on the bed, arms wrapped around each other. There was nothing frantic about their motions. They were stroking each other, a hand running softly over the swell of a hip, a fingertip tracing the curve of an earlobe. It looked nice, actually. She wished she could meet a guy who would treat her that way. Her heart rate accelerated again. “She could go in, offer to join them”. It was a pretty good bet they’d happily take her up on it. If she didn’t try things like this in college, when would she? It was the time in her life for experimenting …

Susan took a deep breath and shook her head. No. It looked sweet and comforting, but it wasn’t what she really wanted. She wanted Peter.

Maybe, Susan thought, I should use that bathroom after all.

* * *

After a few minutes spent rinsing her face and getting herself together, Susan went back out into the hallway. Nothing else seemed to be going on in any of the rooms farther down. She felt oddly relieved. There was another stairway at the far end of the corridor, and she decided to head down. The stairs stopped at a landing, turned, then ended in what looked to be an office. There were bookshelves and a big desk and a leather couch that faced the stairs. Two people sat on the couch, tangled up with each other, a boy and a girl. The boy had tousled dark hair, and the girl was a blond.

Peter and Kate.

So, she’d finally found them. What had she expected anyway? That they’d be playing chess? She watched them for a moment, totally involved in one another. It wasn’t hard to guess what would happen next. Susan sighed. She really should head back the way she’d come and leave them alone.

The couple shifted on the couch, and Susan froze, holding her breath. Had they seen her? No, she decided. Nor were they likely to. They’d have to turn part-way around and look up into the shadows before they’d notice her on the landing. She almost laughed. This was just like the night Kate had brought Peter back to their room. Only, this time, it would be easy enough to just leave them to themselves. And that’s exactly what I should do, Susan thought.

She half-turned to go back upstairs, then stopped when she saw Kate lean over and undo Peter’s belt buckle. Kate giggled as Peter started to push his pants down. He had to stop and remove his shoes before he could finish the operation. Despite herself, Susan had to smile at his frustration – he just couldn’t get his shoelaces unknotted. Kate kept working his pants down anyway. As his boxers came into view, Peter’s state of arousal became obvious. Susan’s heart began to beat harder in her chest.

Peter was still struggling to get his pants off, but Kate couldn’t wait. She grabbed his shorts and pulled at them, growing more and more frantic as the fabric hung up on his erection. Finally, Peter reached up to help her and his cock popped free. Kate made a happy giggle and leaned over to take him into her mouth. Peter slid forward on the couch to give her better access.

Susan felt paralyzed. She could see Kate’s lips sink all the way down into the curly dark hair at the base of his shaft, then slide up until the tip came free. She licked around the base of the head, making Peter groan and jerk his hips upwards. Kate swallowed his cock again, lowering her head deep into his crotch. Susan hugged herself miserably. There was an urgency to their motions that stirred the now-familiar feelings deep inside of her. She felt the irresistible pressure building in her loins. Her face flushed crimson. She just couldn’t stop watching them.

The strain was showing on Peter’s face too. His body stiffened. Was he going to come already? Kate must have sensed it too. She sat up, releasing his cock. Peter gasped, breathing hard, obviously disappointed. Kate leaned over and gave him a deep, languorous kiss. She broke it after a minute and pulled her dress up to expose her legs all the way up to her panties. She lifted her hips off the couch, reached beneath the dress and rolled her panties up and over her thighs until they hung uselessly around one ankle. Peter just stared as she spread her legs apart. Even from twenty feet away Susan could see the moisture coating her puffy pussy lips.

Peter was still mesmerized. Kate lowered her body sideways until she was lying on her back, her wide-spread thighs gyrating slowly, her pussy dripping onto the couch cushion. Peter finally broke out of his trance and crawled awkwardly into a horizontal position between Kate’s legs. He struggled to get out of his pants and shorts, and his shirt was still partially on as well. To Susan’s disappointment, the shirt was just long enough to cover most of his butt. She wanted to see all of him, just like the last time. She doubted she’d ever get another chance.

Peter aligned his hips over Kate’s. She reached between them to nudge his cock head into position, and he pushed in all at once. Kate drew in her breath sharply. She wrapped her hands around his butt and pulled him all the way inside her. Susan hugged herself tighter as Peter began to move. Her own pussy began to throb in time with Peter’s thrusts, begging to be touched. “Not here”, she told herself desperately. I can’t. Not here. Not now.

Kate began to lift her hips to meet his, and their bodies collided with loud, wet slaps. Again, Peter stiffened. His motions became jerky and he moved faster. Kate put her hands on his chest. She pushed him back onto the couch and wriggled out from underneath him. Peter almost collapsed. Poor guy, Susan thought. How much more of this can he take? But Kate knew exactly what she was doing. She got onto her knees at one end of the couch and bent her upper body over the arm. Peter just looked at her for a moment. His cock was slick with Kate’s fluids and stuck out like a pole, the head a dark, angry red.

Kate looked back at him, her expression a glazed half-smile. Her bare butt swayed in slow, seductive circles.

“Come on,” she whispered. “Put it back in. You know I like it this way.”

Her voice shook Peter out of his stupor. He knelt on the couch behind her and grabbed her hips. He positioned his cock and drove it in with a low growl. The sound penetrated deep into Susan’s being. She couldn’t move, couldn’t even blink. Peter rammed into Kate’s pussy, their bodies coming together harder and harder, Kate’s voice rising in pitch with each stroke, Peter’s partly-hidden buttocks tightening as he drove forward. Sweat was making his shirt stick to his back, and his hands dug into her hips …