Short sex stories

Erotic fiction and short sex stories




High Interest Loan Ch. 01

I spotted Donna across the restaurant and headed in her direction. We were meeting for our regular Sunday brunch. It's going on five years that we've been meeting Sundays at eleven in the morning for food, Bloody Marys, and a full plate of girl talk and gossip. I was not prepared to have this meal lead to an exotic journey that I never even thought possible.

Donna waved and we kissed before sitting back down at our favorite table. She looked at me and pouted.

"God, I hate it when you show up with the 'Look-at-me-I've-just-been-fucked' face."

"I don't look like that," I protested.

"Were you?"

"What?"

"Just fucked."

I blushed, smiled and nodded.

"God, I knew it. And, to prove I am a total masochist, I'm going to ask. Was it really that good?"

I sipped some ice water and leaned in close to her.

"Honestly, Donna, he was inspired this morning. I don't think my feet hit the pavement on my way here."

"I totally hate you," she said as she signaled for our waitress. "I mean it, totally hate you."

We ordered our first round of Bloody Marys along with our usual. For Donna it was the egg white omelet with asparagus while I had my usual Eggs Benedict.

"That's another thing I hate about you," she said. "You eat like a freaking lumberjack and never gain an ounce. I'm living on lettuce and damn egg whites and struggle to fit into my jeans."

"You fill your jeans out quite nicely," I said. "Even Sean thinks you look hot in them."

It was Donna's turn to blush. "He never said that."

"Yes, he did, dear. Good thing I'm not the jealous type because he is always talking about how good you look."

Donna didn't offer one of her customary wise-assed remarks.

Our drinks arrived and we toasted each other as we had since senior year in college clinking our glasses as we recited.

"To good health, good friends, good fortune and good sex—not always in that order."

After taking adult-sized sips, Donna smiled and said, "Well, three out of four ain't bad."

***

We met freshman year and hit it off immediately. To many we were complete opposites. Donna, dark, short and outgoing and me, tall, blond and introverted. Over the next couple of years our friendship solidified and senior year we roomed together in an off-campus apartment. I'd say that year we helped each other. I helped her become a bit more self-aware and aided her to polish some rough edges. Donna assisted me to overcome my shyness with men, and do so quite completely.

Donna was seriously boy-crazy. She wasn't a slut, but she certainly fooled around a bit and had a series of semi long-term relationships. I never knew when I would be treated to a "grunt fest" as I began to call them. Donna is vocal during sex and seemed to attract partners that were also expressive. If I heard one more "fuck me hard, babe" coming from her room, I swore I'd get a gun and take care of the annoyance permanently.

I was still a virgin at the start of senior year. Being shy, in addition to my virginity status, meant I had little to no experience with guys. The first time I ran into a naked boy coming out of our apartment's bathroom I honestly thought I was going to faint. I had to go back to bed and lie down. The image of the boy's penis was seared into my brain. When I mentioned it to Donna later that evening, she laughed.

"It's a good thing you never saw Evan," she said. "His dick is legend on campus."

I had no idea what a legendary penis was supposed to look like, but I imagine it had to do with size. I now, at least, had one penis for comparison if I ever saw another one, which I doubted would happen soon.

Of course, the next week said Evan was present for a fun-filled night accompanied by especially loud animal noises. In the morning I was pouring a bowl of Cheerios when a naked man wandered into the kitchen.

"Hey," he said.

I looked at him and in spite of my best intentions immediately turned my attention to what was between his legs. I thought it must be a prank. Surely no real person could have anything that looked like that. I made a mental comparison to the one and only other penis I had seen. It was obvious that there was no comparison.

As I was gawking, and, yes, that is the only word that could express what I was doing, a naked Donna appeared next to Evan. I had seen her without clothes a couple times before, but never standing next to a naked boy and never, ever after it was obvious they both just had sex.

"Alex, this is Evan. I think I mentioned him before." Donna smiled and slyly let her eyes drop to his manhood.

Evan took a step forward, accompanied by a swaying that reminded me of a large pendulum, and extended his hand. I shook it, but no words escaped my lips.

"Pretty nice, right?" said Donna as she picked up his penis and held it out toward me.

This was so "Donna." She loved to tease me and when it came to sex, she loved it even more. I really don't think it was to embarrass me, although she enjoyed seeing me blush. Donna thought she was helping me to crawl out of my shell. Every once in a while, she would wander through the apartment topless or naked. If I said anything, she'd respond that I was welcome to copy her dress code. The fact that Donna was flaunting her gorgeous figure did not surprise me. The fact that she was now holding a boy's penis was beyond any expectation I had. My instincts told me to flee. My curiosity kept my butt in the chair.

Now I could clearly see the large scrotum beneath. By Evan's reaction I assumed that having women admire his appendage was a common occurrence. He just smiled and allowed Donna to play with him.

My eyes moved back and forth from his penis to Donna's body. Although she was shorter than I am, her breasts are at least twice my size. My breasts can be generously considered a handful—if you have small hands. Donna's are in the "Oh My God" category. They were a female complement to the large penis that Donna eagerly fondled before my eyes. It seemed that even she was affected by Evan's manhood. Her nipples stood out from the pink areolas. The blood-red nubs appeared ready to explode. I realized I was ogling my friend's nipples and averted my eyes. The problem was my eyes refocused on the large penis in her hands.

While Donna coaxed life into his penis, his hand had slipped a finger onto her crotch and started playing with her pussy. Since Donna only kept a small dark patch above her vagina, I clearly saw how his finger kept disappearing.

As the effects of all this playfulness started to take shape on Evan -- and I mean really form a shape to a degree I never imagined a body part could exhibit -- I excused myself and ran to my room. I could hear them laughing as I closed my door and collapsed on my bed more excited than I could ever remember being. I cautiously slipped my hand inside my PJ bottoms and felt the dampness between my swollen lips.

In a minute I was violating every rule I established regarding sex. I was masturbating in the daylight, my PJs bundled at my ankles with someone else in the apartment, lying on top of the bed covers and fantasizing on a man's erect penis as opposed to the latest Hollywood hunk's bare chest. What took me most by surprise, next to the intensity of the orgasm, was the lingering image of Donna's body. If a girl ever looked good naked, it was Donna.

A half hour later Donna knocked at my door. I pulled up my PJ bottoms and told her to enter.

She entered, still naked, crawled up on my bed and pulled me to her. I fell into her arms and we lay back on the bed.

"Freak you out?" she asked.

"Donna, I'm twenty-one, I can handle seeing a naked man," I said smugly. Feeling my head resting on her breast, I added, "And a naked woman."

"So, it didn't bother you? Like turn you on?"

"No. I'm capable of controlling my body," I said with an air of superiority.

"Just saying because it smells a lot like sex in this room."

She put her hand between my legs and quickly discovered the dampness that had filled my PJ bottoms.

"God," I cried. "I'm so embarrassed."

I was stunned that her hand remained in place as Donna spoke.

"God, Alex, give yourself a break. So, you masturbated. I know it's not the first time that happened. Besides we all do it. It's needed and fun. So, nothing to be embarrassed about."

"What do you mean it's not the first time? How can you say that?"

Donna gently squeezed my mound. "Alex, I know you think you're being so sly, but I've arrived home a bunch of times when I don't think you heard me come in. But I sure heard you. You make the cutest little squeaks you when you come."

"Oh, my god. I am going to die. I never knew you were there."

"Alex, it's okay. I liked it. Sometimes I played with myself and tried to come at the same time." As she said this, Donna ran her fingers along her exposed pussy. When she pulled them away, I could see the wetness glisten on the tips.

"It's no big deal," she continued as she casually licked her finger clean. "I love to masturbate, so why shouldn't you? So, now that we've come this far, let's talk about sex."

"I think I'd rather talk about having my fingernails removed with pliers," I said covering my face with my hands. The pressure of her hand between my legs was sending unexpected, but not necessarily unwelcome, sensations through my body.

"Nope, time for an honest to god talk about sex."

"Donna, please."

"Alex, you need to get past this virginity thing. Really, it's not a national treasure. No one expects you not to have sex until you marry. I know you're not religious, so there must be some other reasons. I can guess at a few—fear, ignorance, zero social graces."

"Wait, I'm sociable."

"Yeah, with me, the other girls who were on our floor and even some guys as long as they don't appear to be interested in you sexually."

I shook my head to indicate I didn't agree.

"And, let me say that any guy who is not interested in you sexually is either gay or had his balls removed."

"You have your hand between my legs," I said. "Are you interested in me sexually?"

Donna laughed so hard I thought she was going to hurt herself. She pushed against my mound and my insides began to melt. No one had ever touched me there before now.

"Alex, Alex," she said after she caught her breath. "Just because I touched you does not mean I'm putting the moves on you. I haven't been with a girl since high school, okay, make that sophomore year. No, wait let's say junior year, unless you count Labor Day. Anyway, truth is once I discovered boys, I had greatly reduced interest in what girls had to offer. But, if I were interested in girls, you would be at the top of my list." She squeezed my mound again and her index finger pushed my PJ's into my cleft.

"Donna, you're still touching me."

"Yep, and you have not died. Look, Alex, I wish you could see that sex is a lot of fun and certainly not something to constantly fret about. I can tell you're turned on. You are wetter now than a minute ago."

"Oh, god, this is embarrassing."

"No, it's not. Alex, I'm wet, too. Feel free to see for yourself."

I shook my head, but thought it might be interesting to see what another girl felt like. Could I really touch Donna there? Like anyone, I dreamed of sex. Of course my dreams included a handsome man who swept me off my feet. He'd carry me away and slowly make love to me. Now, I was thinking my first time might be with a girl. I closed my eyes to rid myself of an image of me and Donna getting sexual.

Donna rubbed me a little and I gasped.

"Alex, you like this. It's plain to see you're excited."

I shook my head, but inside I was feeling something new. If I only could let myself go, maybe I could discover some of the secrets of sex that have remained hidden my whole life. Oh, wow, Donna is rubbing hard.

"Now, imagine what it would be like if some handsome hunk was doing this. Believe me it can be awesome. When a guy is inside you, it's like no other feeling in the world. I love a big prick filling my hole and making contact with my entire vadge."

Donna rubbed me one more time and I exploded as her finger pushed between my lips, still hidden behind my PJs. I pushed my hips up and felt overwhelmed by my orgasm. When I began to breathe regularly, Donna pulled her hand away.

"See, Alex, that was like a free sample. Now, you know what it's like to cum from having another person involved. We need to move you away from this ridiculously tiny safety zone and into the real world. Honey, we need to get you laid. Let's make it our goal to find a nice guy who can do what I just did and a whole lot more."

Donna kissed me and snuggled me. I was confused, but my mind was opening slightly to what pleasure sex could bring. I rested my head on her soft breast and thought that sex may just have something more to be said for it. That day Donna started me along on a road that led to greater sexual exploration. True to her promise, she would help me meet some nice guys and coached me through my rookie jitters. I am so happy that she was there for me.

***

Strange how our roles are reversed. Now, I was the one enjoying a great sex life and trying to help my best friend. Donna was going through a severe sex drought. Her last regular boyfriend had left over six months ago. I had to admit I was happy to see him leave. He never treated her well, let her carry him financially when he was "trying to find himself" and, according to Donna, was not all that spectacular in bed.

I opted not to go down the road of telling her she was better off. Instead, I asked about a guy she met at a sales convention.

Donna shrugged and sipped some more of her drink. "I don't think that's going anywhere."

"Why? You said he seemed nice, was cute and asked for your number."

"True. Then I ran into a colleague who works in the same company. I mentioned him and she said he was nice and cute... and married."

"Shit," I said.

"Definitely," Donna agreed.

Our waitress brought our meals and we spent a few minutes tasting.

"Alex, be honest with me," she said. "Why do I attract the losers? Do I give out 'losers welcome here' vibes?"

I love Donna. She is closer to me than my own sisters. She is pretty, smart, extremely successful at work and a nice person. She is also obsessed with the fact that we will turn thirty next year. Over and over she's told me that she does not want to turn thirty and not have a man.

"Donna, you know how special you are to me," I said.

"Oh, oh, here it comes."

"You asked me about vibes," I said.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I want to hear a true answer. Ever hear of a rhetorical question?" She tried to smile, but it was half-hearted at best.

"Okay, so I won't say anything." I concentrated on cutting a piece of the Eggs Benedict, making sure I sopped up as much Hollandaise sauce as possible. These were the best Eggs Benny in town. I savored the combo of meat, perfectly poached egg, sauce and home-made English muffin. The hash browns were to die for.

"All right, freaking tell me," Donna finally said.

"Nope. I don't want to risk pissing you off."

"You'll really piss me off if you don't tell me what you're thinking. Come on dish, girl."

I put my fork down and wiped my mouth with my napkin.

"Remember when we were in college?" I asked.

"I may be pushing thirty, but I haven't gone senile yet," she said with her usual snarkiness.

"How about this? Remember the hot, confident girl who loved having fun? Does she ring a bell?"

"I still love having fun," Donna said a bit defensively.

"Yes, but where's the hot, confident girl? Where is the Donna who took a social imbecile and taught her to become comfortable with her own body and with—thank god—men's bodies? That's the Donna I'm looking for. The best friend who helped me become a woman. I have a hard time seeing her around here."

"Hey, times change. We're not in college any more."

"Donna, you are incredibly hot. I just wish you would get it. Instead you let every minor perceived imperfection grow into some huge distorted view of yourself. You obsess about turning thirty. Plus, you are beginning to give off serious desperate vibes."

"Desperate?"

"Yes. Like you want to marry any guy who buys you more than one drink at a bar."

We both smiled at that. I was referring to a night a few months ago when she and I went bar hopping. She saw some "really cute" guy and made me sit at the bar so we could be next to him. He looked at us and offered to buy a round. Donna began to seriously chat him up. After the second round, she was touching him and flirting her sweet ass off. Maybe it was the combination of drink and lust, but I was worried she was going to jump him right there.

I could tell the guy was backing off and tried to ease Donna down a few degrees. She ignored me and then proceeded to ask the guy to be her date at our friend's wedding coming up in a couple weeks. Just the look on his face was enough of an answer for me, but Donna didn't see it.

She kept describing how much fun it would be and that they could get a room at the resort where the wedding would be held. It was then the guy signaled for the check and beat a rapid retreat.

Of course, Donna was devastated. I tried to explain that she pushed too hard. Plus, I told her that single guys don't like going as a date to weddings. It makes them think their date is trying to steer them to the altar. That was the start of her latest funk. She was finally coming out of it and so I felt I could gently approach how she comes across to guys.

"I don't want to seem desperate," moaned Donna. She took a sip of her drink and added, "But, Alex, I am getting desperate. I'm not getting younger and I haven't had a serious relationship in ages. I haven't even been laid in a long time. Thank god for Ricardo."

Ricardo was her name for the vibrator I gave her as a gag gift on her twenty-fifth birthday. The joke was on me because she took it seriously and took it to bed with her, too. Some nights when I'd invite her over for Chinese, a movie and Ben & Jerry's, she'd beg off saying she had a date with Ricardo. As much as we kidded about it, I knew that Donna felt worse knowing her best sexual relationship was with an inanimate object.

We finished our second Bloody Mary and thought about dessert. I convinced her to split a crème brûlée with me. As our spoons dipped into the luscious treat, Donna sighed. I knew this was a sign that some big disclosure was coming.

I waited. She sighed again.

I smiled at her and she sighed.

I gave in. "Okay, what's up?"

"Why do you think something's up?"

"Cut the crap, Donna. We both know that you want to tell me something and that you want to pretend that I have to drag it out of you. So, dear, just tell me."

"I won the sales contest at work."

"Donna, that's fantastic. You go girl!"

She smiled and looked genuinely embarrassed. I wouldn't let her pull that act with me.

"Hey, I know how hard you work. I also know that you are the best salesperson I ever met. It must be because you are really empathetic. You identify with the needs of your client and they can sense it. So, feel good about yourself."

We ordered cappuccinos. After we each took a sip, Donna set her cup down.

"The kicker is that the prize is an all-expense paid trip to Aruba--for two. Plane fare, hotel, meals, spa treatment, the whole works."

"That sounds perfect, so what's the problem?"

I could see her catch her breath. Fearing she was about to cry, I reached over and took her hand. "Donna, what?"

"I have no one to take with me," she said trying to hold back a sob. "I have this super romantic trip dropped in my lap and I've got no one to share it with. That's what I call a real bitch."

I wanted to pull her to me and hold her. When she started down this slope of self-pity, it often took weeks to pull her back up. Maybe I could do something to stop the slide.
"Hey, you know lots of people. Ask a friend to go."

"Great," she said. "A romantic get away with my cousin Ruth. Not what I had in mind."

I chuckled. I knew Ruth to be a sweet but totally awkward woman. She was clueless about how to dress, didn't like to drink or dance, had never been on a date and snorted every time she laughed. Whenever Donna mentioned Ruth, it was code for the worst possible outcome.

"Well..." I began.

"Besides, she snores," added Donna. We both laughed.

"Ok, there must be someone else."

She looked at me over the rim of her cup. I felt my stomach flip.

"Oh, no," I said. "You are not going to drag me along. I'd just be dead weight as you trolled the hotel looking for hot guys. And, having me along would not fulfill your dream of a romantic getaway."

Donna put her cup down and showed me the slyest smile I had ever seen on her.

"You know," she said, "We could make it a one-time 'Gay-For-A-Week' thing. Then we could have a blast and sex at the same time. You know you and I always have so much fun."

As the words made their way through my brain, the only two I really heard were "gay" and "sex."

Donna was talking about the hotel, the amenities, the other places on the island, when I put my hand up. She became quiet.

"Gay-For-A-Week?" I said. "Donna, you want to have sex with me?"

"Well, you are about the hottest woman I know. And, you always tell me I should feel good about myself because you think I'm pretty. So, yeah, it could be fun."

The turmoil in my stomach was only made worse by the strange tingling in my pussy. My best friend in life just proposed we screw each other.

"Donna, you know I don't do that."

She stared at me. "Well, maybe not recently."

My mouth dropped open. "No, Donna, not recently, try like not ever."

"Never?"

"No, I never have been with a woman. I thought you knew that. We never talked about me doing anything with a woman. And, before you bring up that one night after Evan left and you came into my room, that was not real sex. And, it was a one-time thing."

"Ok, I give you that. But as far as not telling me about other women, I thought that was because you didn't like talking about sex back when we were in college."

"College. You thought I had sex with a woman in college?"

"Duh, Beth Hughes."

I could feel the blood draining from my brain. She thought I had an affair with Beth, one of our good friends.

"Donna, what made you think I was going to bed with Beth?"

"Well, she was like so openly gay. Plus, she lusted after your tight ass all the time. You guys hung out a lot."

"Wait, Beth Hughes is gay?!"

"Please, do not tell me you didn't know."

I shook my head. Admittedly, back then I was shy and so naïve, but I thought I would have noticed if a woman was sexually interested in me. The times we've gotten together since college were mainly for dinner or at parties. She never had a date, but I figured it was because she was too busy building her career.

"Donna, I swear I never knew and I can tell you I never did anything sexual with her."

"You went skinny dipping with her."

"God, I forgot about that. I went to their home in Florida over break during our junior year. You went to Mexico on some sort of drunken orgy excursion-thing. Her parents had a pool and one night we went swimming. Beth said it was a lot of fun without suits, so we took them off. Nothing happened, I swear."

"Alex, all Beth could talk about was how great your body was. She told us she loved your soft breasts and the full blond bush was to die for. She described in great detail every inch of your body and clearly inferred that she had her hands and tongue over every inch, as well."

I slumped in my chair. Looking back I recalled that Beth was always touching me, but I never thought there was anything sexual about it. Now, I remembered that after a party at one of the frats, we walked back to our dorm together. She had her arm linked in mine. When we got to our floor, she said what a fun time she had with me. I said I did too. Beth hugged me. Even now I could feel how tight her body was to mine. I was going to say something when her lips suddenly pressed against mine. I was frozen in shock. When her tongue touched my lips, I broke it off.

Beth apologized and blamed it on having too much to drink. We both laughed it off. I never even thought about it again until this minute.

"She and I never did anything, Donna. That's the truth. Why didn't you say anything to me back then?"

Donna looked out over the half-curtain in the window. The November wind was blowing around the last leaves of fall and people were pulling their coats tight around them. Winter was introducing itself and soon we all would be scurrying from one warm spot to the next.

"I felt that you didn't want to talk about it. And, I was..."

Her voice trailed off. She wouldn't look at me.

"You were what?"

"I was hurt," she said.

"Hurt! Why would you be hurt?" I was even more confused now than when she told me Beth was letting people think we were lovers.

"I was hurt because you chose Beth over me," she said in a voice so low I almost missed what she said.

I reached for her hand. She tried to pull it back, but I grasped if firmly.

"You wanted to have sex with me?"

"God, Alex, sometimes I swear you do not see what is directly in front of you. I was in love with you, then."

I thought I was going to lose my meal. Holding my hand on my tummy, I bent forward. Counting to a slow ten, I attempted to control my breathing. Slowly, I gained some command over my body.

"Alex, are you all right?" Donna touched my forearm.

I shook my head and lifted it to look at her. She was the same pretty Donna, but somehow she looked so different. It was like foggy lenses had been yanked from my eyes. Donna was in love with me. Those words sank into my consciousness and into my soul.

"Donna, I never knew," I managed to say.

"I figured that out a long time ago," she said with a short laugh.

"God, how could I be so stupid?'

"Alex, you weren't stupid. You just never had a dirty mind."

We both smiled.

I took her fingers in mine. "And, now? What do you feel now?"

"You mean after I propositioned you to spend a week having sex with me in a tropical paradise?"

Grinning, I nodded.

"Hell, Alex, I honestly don't know. I mean I am really mostly interested in men. As you know, I've been through my share of them. And, I still picture myself in my dreams settling down with a yummy guy. I admit to having an occasional fling with a woman. But, there is something about you, though, that will always hold a piece of my heart. In spite of my clumsy invitation, I have come to accept that we will never be lovers. I have all I need with you as my friend."

"I love you, Donna. But, it's not that kind of a love."

She nodded and squeezed my fingers. "I know. And, I am not like going around lusting after you all the time. I just thought it could be fun for a week. I'm sorry if I've upset you."

"Donna, you could never upset me. In truth, you've flattered me. To have someone so pretty and so nice have those feelings for me is special. I'm happy to hear you're not lusting after me all the time."

"Yeah," she said with that same sly smile, "not ALL the time."

We finished our drinks and headed outside. I pulled a knit hat down over my ears and donned my mittens.

Donna looked apprehensive. Usually we hugged and I could see her hesitation.

"Come here, you idiot, and hug me." We embraced and Donna squeezed me hard. We broke and, as our custom, kissed each other on the lips. Today, I wondered if this kiss had harbored some other meaning to Donna in the past. I couldn't worry about it, because there was no way I would let today's conversation place any barriers between us. And, just to prove to myself that there was nothing to worry about, I kissed her again. This kiss lasted a lot longer and our hug got a little bit tighter. The slight intimacy made me feel warm all over in spite of the cold wind.

We broke apart and smiled at each other.

"Talk to you soon," I said and we headed in our different directions. Instead of hailing a cab, I walked the ten blocks to our apartment. I needed the cold air to clear my head.

"Good brunch?" Sean called out as I walked in.

He was working on the NY Times Sunday Magazine crossword at the kitchen table. Dressed in jeans and a plaid wool shirt, he looked relaxed. He hadn't showered since our morning tryst and I could still smell the faint sex aroma as I hugged his shoulders from behind.

"Well, let's say it was an interesting brunch."

Sean put down his pencil and pulled me into his lap. "Interesting?" he said and kissed my cold cheeks and nose.

I nodded and nuzzled into his neck.

"Something the matter, Alex? Did you and Donna have a fight?"

"Take me to bed," I whispered.

I could see the puzzlement on his face. To his credit, Sean knew that something was up because I never initiated a romp in bed in the middle of the day. I frequently responded willingly and enthusiastically to his advances, but never started the ball rolling. I imagined that Donna would be the instigator regarding sex. She would not hope a man would lead her to bed, she'd grab him by the penis and drag him there. As I told my boyfriend that I wanted sex, I thought maybe I was becoming a little bit like Donna.

In a flash, Donna's eyes looking at me over her cup sent a shiver down my spine. Her words inviting me to be her lover for a week bounced around my head. I knew I was nothing like Donna when it came to sex. I doubt if I ever would be.

Holding hands we made our way to our bed. Sean kissed me and I pulled his zipper down and stuck my hand inside his jeans. He was not yet hard and I pulled his penis out. Stepping back I looked at the exposed member and holding it gently, I said, "Take me, now."

I still had my down jacket on. He rid me of that, pulled my sweater over my head and tossed both of them in the corner. While his lips pressed against mine, he eased the hem of my turtleneck from my jeans and moved it up and over my breasts. His mouth dropped to my bare breasts and he took my right nipple into his mouth.

My sigh told him I appreciated what he was doing. As he played with my breasts, I pulled my shirt the rest of the way over my head and discarded it. Sean kissed his way to my belt. Running his hands over my ass, he pulled my crotch to his mouth. He breathed in deeply. I wondered if he could smell my excitement hidden behind the jeans and boy shorts I was wearing. In a minute my jeans were at my ankles and with Sean's help I worked to free my feet.

He moved his hands under the back of my panties and cupped my ass cheeks, once more pulling my crotch to his face. I was sure he could detect my level of excitement at this point. He kissed me through the light blue fabric and ran his tongue along my cleft, pushing my undies between my lips. I felt his finger go underneath and shuddered as it entered my moist and warm pussy.

"Oh, yes, babe, that feels good," I said.

He guided me backward until I fell onto the bed. Taking my underwear by the waist he pulled them down and off. I spread my knees and he knelt between my legs staring at the thick and untamed mess of blond curls.

Running my fingers through my patch, I wondered if I should do something about grooming. Sean never complained, but then, he never would. Usually he would spend a long time caressing my thighs and teasing my lips. Today, he moved quickly to my pussy and thrust his tongue inside as deeply as he could. I let him know how good it felt as I raised my hips to try to allow more of him inside.

"Fuck me," I said.

Sean looked up at me over the blond forest. As our eyes met, I knew he must be thinking what had gotten into me. I never said "fuck" and I never commanded him to "fuck me."

Sean stood and shucked off his jeans and boxers. I loved the look of his erection. He was not as well-endowed as some of my former lovers, but I always like the way it stood up. I ran my finger along the underside and around the tip, as I moved back onto the bed. His erection was always so hard and felt so powerful. I knew length was far from the most important criteria for a man's penis. I regularly complimented Sean on his and told him how good it made me feel, especially the thickness of his erection. I don't know if he needed that sort of encouragement, but by the way he responded I knew it couldn't be hurting. I kissed his tip.

As much as I wanted to stay in this moment, the memory of Donna and her proposition wormed its way into my consciousness. My mind drifted away to the first time I did oral sex. Donna was the one to take me there.

***

Donna burst into my room. Her face was lit with excitement.

"Get ready to be eternally grateful to me," she said as she plopped on my bed.

"Really? And why is that?"

"Josh said yes."

"Who is Josh and what is he saying yes to?" I asked trying to follow her excited rush of words.

"He's a friend of mine from marketing class and he's willing to be our demo man."

"Demo man? Like in tearing down something?" I asked.

Donna howled. "No, dummy, demo man in like you get to play show me yours. Actually, it's more like, let me play with yours."

My heart stopped. Was Donna saying she was bringing a guy over to have sex with me? Not even she would do that. Well, on second thought, yes she would.

"Donna, I am not going to go to bed with some random guy. What are you thinking?"

"I don't mean you're going to fuck him, Alex. I mean you get to do other stuff."

"Like..."

"Have you ever touched a naked guy?"

I shook my head.

"Ever jerked a guy off?"

I shook my head harder.

"Given a blow job?"

My head almost left my neck I was shaking it so hard.

"See, there's lots of other stuff to do."

"Donna, I can't do this."

"Yes, you can and you will. Alex, let me help you. Josh is cute and like the coolest guy I know. What better way to start to understand what sex is all about? Hell, you'll have your best friend to guide you and a hunky guy to play with. What could be better?"

I thought that maybe coming down with the plague might be better.

I was about to continue the argument when our doorbell rang. Donna ran out and in a minute returned with a tall, blond boy. He was handsome in sort of an Owen Wilson way. He was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt.

Donna made the introductions. "Josh, as you can see Alex is seriously hot."

He grinned as he stared at my nipples poking out from my tee shirt. "She is also seriously a sexual klutz."

"Donna!" I cried.

"Chill, Alex. It's true. So, let's take a little tour of a guy." Donna got right to it. I still could not believe this was happening. Donna pulled me up and I stood facing Josh.

"Undress him, Alex."

"No way," I said.

"Josh, can Alex undress you?"

"Sure. That'd be fun."

"There you go, girl. Now start by taking off his sweatshirt." Donna pushed my butt until I was close to Josh. Slowly, I took the hem of his sweatshirt and pulled it up. He raised his arms and I eased it over his head. He had a long-sleeved tee shirt on.

"Keep going, Alex."

I took a deep breath and removed Josh's shirt. His chest was hairless and lean. In spite of my quivering insides, I ran my palm over his skin. He was warm and my fingers enjoyed the feel of his flesh. I passed my fingers over his nipples and he shuddered.

"Pinch them, Alex." I took one nipple and closed my fingers. Josh squirmed and opened his mouth to breath.

"Suck one," she coached. It was as if Donna told me to make a soufflé. I knew all the ingredients, but had no clue how to produce the final product. Then, I figured that it was time to start to break out of my shell.

I put my lips to his left nipple and closed around it. Josh let out a soft sound. I sucked it into my mouth and ran my tongue over the rough surface.

"That feels good," he said.

I stepped back and felt sweat both running down my back and between my breasts. So far, I was enjoying this tutorial. Donna told me to take off his shoes and socks, and I bent to do so.

I was kneeling in front of him when Donna instructed me to undo his jeans. I thought Donna might have a career in coaching. I think my hands were shaking a bit as I pulled his belt buckle free and undid it. I managed to grasp the top of his zipper with my fingers and lowered it. I unsnapped the top and his jeans opened on his thin frame. I could see the top of his boxers and a light line of hair running from his naval to the band.

Donna started to speak, but I knew what to do. Even though I'd never done this before, I had a pretty good idea of how pants worked. I tugged and his jeans puddled around his ankles. Josh put his hand on my head as I freed one foot at a time. His legs were covered with light blond hair. I ran my hands over his calves and up his thighs, stopping short of his butt. I repeated touching on the front of his legs. I thought his boxers were not as loose as they were a few seconds ago.

"Do it, Alex."

I looked into Josh's eyes. He smiled and nodded. I pulled his underwear down and off. My face was inches away from his penis. I was fairly sure he was not hard, but it didn't look all the way soft, either. I just stared. My confidence about knowing what to do with pants had completely disappeared. What should I do with this part of a man inches from my face.

"Okay," said Donna, "The easy stuff is out of the way. Time for the advanced course. Touch him."

Time seemed to freeze as I stared at his penis. A few minutes ago I would never have imagined I would be in this position. Telling myself to be brave, I slowly raised my right hand until one finger touched Josh's shaft. It moved and I pulled back.

Donna and Josh laughed. "It doesn't bite, Alex," said Donna. "Take hold of him."

I curled my fingers around the long coil and felt a penis for the first time in my life. Josh thrust his hips forward and I could feel his penis thickening and hardening. In a few seconds, I was now absolutely sure he was erect.

"Wow," I said. "That's kinda neat."

"Stroke him," coached Donna.

I moved my hand lightly up and down his shaft. Josh moved uneasily.

"He needs some moisture," said Donna. "Lick him."

I turned my eyes to her and she could see the fear. In a moment, she was kneeling next to me. She placed her hand around mind and licked the top of Josh's penis. Removing both of our hands, she used her tongue to run up and down the shaft, both top and bottom.

"Your turn, girl."

With my heart beating so fast I was sure my chest would burst, I tentatively placed my tongue on Josh's erection. I was shocked at how warm it felt. What also surprised me was how soft and hard it was at the same time. I ran my tongue all around, copying what I saw Donna do.

"Now stroke him, Alex. Make him cum."

My hand moved over the wet shaft and steadily moved up and down. Donna asked Josh how it felt.

"Could be a little firmer," he said.

I'm nothing if not good at following directions. I squeezed tighter and kept on stroking. His hips began to rock.

"Feel his balls," Donna said.

My other hand slipped between his legs and gingerly cupped the hanging sack. Donna's hand joined mine and she taught me how to isolate one teste and fondle it. Josh was moaning as we played with his balls.

I lost concentration while examining his balls and stopped stroking. "Gotta multi-task, Alex," Donna said. She placed her hand over mine and helped me reestablish a rhythm. "Faster," she whispered into my ear. Josh was rocking hard and taking deep breaths.

Donna put her hand back on his shaft and said, "Take your shirt off, Alex."

"But I'm not wearing a bra," I replied.

"Take it off or have Josh cum all over your shirt. Trust me it feels so wicked to have a guy cum on your tits."
Wondering what happened to my own will, I pulled my shirt over my head. Josh looked down and grinned. "Wow, those are great," he said.

"Okay, Alex, time for a big finish." Donna pulled her hand away and I resumed jerking off Josh. In a few seconds he made a grunting noise, pushed his penis forward and a stream of white exploded from his tip.

I screamed as it landed on my shoulder. Donna reached in and directed the remaining spurts so they landed on my exposed breasts. She pulled Josh forward and rubbed his still hard tip on my nipples. I had a tiny orgasm.

Freeing him, Donna rubbed the creamy stuff into my breasts. She then turned and took his semi-flaccid penis into her mouth and cleaned any remaining liquid.

"That was awesome, guys," Donna said. "Let's give Josh a moment and then on to step two."

"Step two," I asked as I looked around for something to wipe clean my breasts.

"Yeah, blow jobs."

I can still remember the first time I felt a man's tip between my lips. It was empowering to think that this essential part of a man was entrusted to my mouth, subject to the strength of my jaw and the sharpness of my teeth. I learned to love blow jobs both for the pleasure they gave my lover and for the sense of power they gave me. I even came to enjoy the taste of most men. I loved the taste of Sean.

Looking back, I still can't believe I let her talk me into giving Josh that first blow job. After a few more practice sessions, I became pretty good at it. At least Josh said I was good. And, other boyfriends also liked what I could do. Sean always said I was the best.

***

Snapping my mind back to the present, I focused on the half-naked man in front of me. My mouth must have been working on automatic as Sean was groaning with the attention I was lavishing on him. I decided I had done my part and the rest was up to him. I released his erection. The covers and bedding were still unmade. Reaching the pillows, I let my head fall back as my thighs widened.

Sean was over me and then inside me in seconds. My vagina welcomed him with a pleasing contraction. As I relaxed, he began slowly, but soon was pounding hard. Sean could sense my need. Tender loving was not on the agenda. I needed to feel a hardness inside me. The nerves along my canal craved the sensation of a man sliding in and out. I wanted to take and not to give, which is not my usual approach to sex. Usually I worry about giving Sean enough and fulfilling his desires. Right now I wanted hard sex to help overcome the conflicting emotions building inside me. All I wanted was an orgasm to burst inside me. Was my need to have Sean take me hard my way of trying to erase any erotic images of Donna from my mind? Would having sex with a man eliminate that tingle I experienced when Donna proposed a "Gay for a Week" vacation?

Gripping my thighs, I pulled my legs back to open myself more to him. I giggled as I looked at my feet, still clad in Argyle socks waving alongside his head. The rough fabric of his shirt scraped along my nipples increasing their arousal. Dropping my feet to the bed I used my legs to gain leverage and thrust back at him. I snaked my arms around his neck and jerked him down for a kiss. I aggressively moved my tongue inside his mouth and swirled it around his.

Sean's tempo increased and I knew he could not last much longer at this pace. I needed some more time, not a lot, just enough. I let one hand move from his neck to my clit. I rubbed hard as he continued moving in and out. He looked down, surprised at what I was doing -- I had never touched myself during our love-making. I smiled thinking this was not making love; this was fucking. I loved hearing that word reverberate in my mind. I was fucking Sean. I was fucking him hard. I was thinking...

Shit, I was thinking of the kisses with Donna while I was fucking. Trying to make that image disappear I opened my eyes and saw the intense stare from Sean.

"Now, babe, now. Let's finish this," I urged him.

He gave me three long thrusts and I pinched my clit. As I felt him pause and then groan, my body convulsed with pleasure. Sean was emptying himself in me and I was meeting every push with my mons. This orgasm made what I thought was the apex from this morning vanish into the mist. I came harder than I ever could remember.

We lay next to each other, breathing hard and sweating. I let my hand flit along my still sensitive nipples and over my clit. My other hand was stroking the wet shaft next to me.

"Can I have a home delivery of what you ordered for brunch?" Sean asked.

We both cracked up. He leaned over and kissed me. "That was spectacular, Alex. Thank you."

I smiled.

"So, what inspired it?" he asked.

"A girl needs inspiration to make love to her boyfriend?"

"Alex, you asked me to fuck you. That's a first. I complied with everything I had. Now, tell me what happened between when you left this morning—after what I thought was a great time—to when you came home?"

"Sean, do you love me?"

I could see him react. There was a flash of anger in his eyes, but it was replaced by the tenderness he's always shown me.

"Of course, I love you. If somehow, I have not said it enough or shown you often enough, I apologize. I love you, Alex."

I rolled over and put my head on his shoulders and broke down crying. Sean held me close and rubbed my back. I know he must think an alien had taken over my body. What he didn't know was that there was a new and strange beast growing inside me. And, now, I was about to ask him to do something that no sane woman would ever consider asking. I was scared.

Gathering myself together, I told Sean about the conversation I had with Donna. He listened and never broke contact with me, assuring me of his commitment through his touch.

"So, you think she was serious and wanted to have a fling with you on this trip?"

"I don't know what to think," I said. "I do know, though, that she is not in a good place. Even if she harbored some latent desire for me, Donna would never proposition me like that if she weren't feeling like there was no other option."

Sean kissed the top of my head and ran his fingers along my spine. His touch made me want to meld my flesh with his.

"Do you want to do that? Is that was this is leading to?"

My stomach clenched. As much as I loved him, I was afraid to admit that part of me was excited about the thought of Donna and me being together and exploring new territory. I wanted to be totally honest with him, but I couldn't.

"Oh, Sean, I can't. I will admit that some part of me might have thought that Donna had feelings for me. And, I do think she is an attractive woman. Make that an attractive and sexy woman. But, I've never been with a woman and I don't think I want to start now."

"Alex, you don't sound one hundred percent sure. I understand, but just so you know, if that were to be your decision, I would support you, well, with Donna anyway. So, what are you going to do?"

I pushed my body tighter to his. "You do love me, right?"

"Yes, Alex, I love you."

"If I were to say something so crazy that you questioned my sanity, you would still love me?"

"I would love you even if you said you liked the Yankees."

I laughed and kissed his chest through the wool shirt.

Taking a deep breath, I turned my head to look at him. "Sean, would you go with Donna on her trip?"

Sean didn't say anything for the longest time. He held me and stared at the ceiling. I nudged him with my hip.

"Alex, be honest. Is this like some Cosmo quiz that's supposed to tell you if your man is faithful? Otherwise, I can't believe you are serious."

"I'm serious, Sean. I want you to go to Aruba with Donna. I want you to treat her like the special lady that she is. I want you to make her feel like the sexiest and most desirable woman on earth."

"Alex, if I were to do that it would mean we would be having sex with each other."

"God, you are so brilliant. I knew you would understand."

"Enough with the sarcasm, I'm serious. You want me to take your best friend to bed? Hell, she's one of my best friends, too. That's what you want?"

"I want you to give Donna the best week of her life."

"I think you are asking to give her the best fuck of her life. And, what makes you think I'd even be interested?"

I laughed and fondled his now not-so-soft penis. "Well, this is one clue." I stroked his erection. "Having one of these usually means that the thought of having sex with a beautiful woman is appealing."

"Alex, you know I have never cheated on you. Never even came close to cheating. Never wanted to cheat. You know that, right?"

"Yes, I do. I don't consider this cheating."

"Having sex with another woman is not cheating? What the hell is it, then?"

I could hear the confusion as he spoke. Sean is a good man, who appreciates people who speak directly. He is not into trying to interpret hidden meanings. Usually, I love his directness. I understood I needed to try to be clear on what this proposition is.

"Helping a friend in need?"

"Loaning money is helping a friend in need. Moving furniture is helping a friend in need. Picking up dry cleaning, catching a mouse, straightening out a computer—those things are helping a friend in need. Screwing your girlfriend's friend is not in the same category."

"Don't you find Donna attractive?" I asked.

"Whether I do or don't is beside the question," he answered.

"Do you ever fantasize about her?'

"I wouldn't say I fantasized."

"What? You can tell me."

"Alex, I don't think it's ever good for a man to tell a woman what he thinks about another woman."

"Even if she just asked that man to take the woman away to a romantic, tropical island?"

Sean grunted. "Alex, I'm not comfortable talking about Donna sexually."

"Okay, have you ever imagined what she looked like naked?"

"Oh, Jesus, Alex. Come on."

"I know you've commented about how good she looks and what a nice body she has. So, have you ever wondered what that body would look like without clothes? Like when she stays over and wears that long tee shirt with her nipples pointing through and her tiny bikini bottoms peeking out the bottom, you mean you never imagined the rest?"

I shocked myself as I realized I, too, had been checking her out.

After a long pause, Alex said he did.

"Well, let me tell you, she looks fabulous. Great boobs, no make that unbelievably great boobs, ass that belongs in the booty Hall of Fame and, drum roll please, a totally shaved pussy. Getting the picture?"

Sean's penis stirred, so I knew he was getting the picture.

"You know she is like a tigress in bed."

"Alex, please, this is not helping."

"When we lived together, the sounds coming out of her room were wild. I bet she is multi-orgasmic. Think about that, Sean."

"Alex, I want to think about you. I want to think about us."

"What about us?" I asked.

"What do you think this would do to our relationship? Don't say nothing, because there will be some effect on us."

"I think we can handle it. I know you will be coming back to me. It's just a loan, Sean. Think of it that way."

"Okay, put aside for one second how this crazy idea would affect our relationship. What would it do to Donna?"

I was startled at that idea. I had only thought about what fun the two of them would have. I honestly never considered what would happen when Donna returned Sean to me. Would a week of carnal fun alleviate her horniness or make her depressed since it was with my boyfriend? Would she be more depressed because she didn't have a man of her own?

"Of course, if you want Donna and me to continue having a sexual relationship after the week, then there probably isn't a concern."

I looked at him for some sign that he was kidding. Sean returned my stare with a neutral look.

"Is that what you want?" I asked.

"Alex, I'm trying to get you to think this through. I doubt if I will agree to this crazy idea, but you need to be clear that you are opening Pandora's Box. As you know, once it's opened you can't put what's escaped back inside. And, think of this. Donna suggested that you and she could have gone and had sex with each other. What if she comes back and still wants to go to bed with you? Are you ready for that? Are you open to a three-some with her and me? Alex, there is a lot of shit to think about.

I hate when Sean is so damn logical. I did have to admit that he was raising serious questions. I still believed this would be the best way to help Donna and at the same time eradicate any prospect of her and me hooking up.

"Okay, can we just think about it for a while and not talk about it?" I asked.

"Agreed. But, while you are thinking, consider this. If Donna is as good as you say she is in bed, what if I like it a lot? What if I want more? I'm not saying that I will want it, but I'm a man and at times I think we look at sex differently from women. For us it's not always emotional; it is sometimes plain physical. It's man dominating a woman. It's man controlling a beautiful creature. That's sex, Alex. Raw sex. Think about that."

"Don't we have that—the raw sex part?" My doubts were growing like bacteria in a petri dish.

"A few minutes ago we did, and I loved it. Most of the time I feel we are making love -- that we have something more than just sex. I always feel that you are giving yourself to me. Today, I felt you wanted something from me. I love both, but raw sex can be powerful and addicting. If Donna and I have a week of fucking each other silly, will either one of us just want to walk away from that? That's what I want you to think about. Plus, what happens if Donna and I make love. What if our fucking turns into something more? Alex, I'm trying to say there's a lot more involved than Donna and I having fun in bed for one week only."

I nodded my agreement. The lump in my stomach grew with every word Sean spoke

"Sure. We can take some time and think about it. What shall we do in the meantime?" I asked.

Sean leaned in and kissed my breast. A minute later his face was between my legs. He never minded giving me oral pleasure after we made love. As his tongue worked its magic, I wondered how Donna would appreciate this service. I wondered if Donna would do the same to me if the three of us had sex together.

Sean's lips encircled my clit and all images of Donna morphed into Sean as I flew along to my third orgasm of the day.

***

Monday morning descended with its usual fury. Sean and I rushed through our routines and were out the door before eight. It was not uncommon for both of us to work long into the evening. We met at a favorite local restaurant at eight-thirty for diner.

"Total bitch of a day," I said and ordered a vodka martini.

"We could compare notes on whose was worse," said Sean as he asked for a double scotch, "but there are never winners in that contest."

Our drinks arrived and we settled into a comfortable silence while the alcohol worked its way through to our brains. I could feel myself letting some of the tension go.

We knew our waitress and chatted with her before placing our orders. After she brought us a plate of grilled flatbread with a ramekin of olive oil, I brought up the topic that weighed on me all day.

"Did you have a chance to think about my proposal?"

Sean drained his glass and signaled for another. "I would not be honest if I didn't say it crossed my mind."

"And?"

"Alex, I'm confused. I spent most of my thinking about whether this is really something you want or it is some test of my loyalty."

"Sean, I have no question about your loyalty to me or your love for me. That's rock solid. I've thought all day about this, so let me talk first.

"I think Donna needs something right now. I believe she is close to becoming depressed. She trusts you and likes you. I see how you two flirt. I know you like her and find her attractive. I'm not threatened by this. I also know that you can be a most charming and understanding man. I think that you are what Donna needs. As far as what happens after the week in Aruba, I believe that Donna will also see it for what it is. Hell, she was willing to have a one week fling with me and then return to us being friends. I bet she can do the same with you."

Sean played with his second glass, now half empty. "I still have a lot of misgivings, Alex. You talk about how Donna will handle our week together. I have questions about how you will handle it. It's nice to say you are not jealous, but can you deal with your best friend sucking my cock?"

I shut my eyes trying to rid my brain of the image he just created.

"Can you deal with me eating her out?"

I wanted to stuff the flatbread in my ears to shut out his voice.

"Maybe I'll take that 'Hall of Fame' ass you mentioned. Picture that, Alex. Donna bent over with me pounding her ass. Her screaming my name as I ram her."

"Stop, Sean, please."

"Alex, you are a romantic. I think you see this 'loan' as some noble gesture. I want you to understand it is simply setting your boyfriend up to fuck your best friend. But, I trust you so much that if you really want me to do it, I will. I just hope you really know what you're asking for."

Part of me wanted to take Sean home and lock him away and never even let him see Donna again. I thought of Donna and how sad she is. She needs this. I can deal with all the issues, I told myself. I resolved my inner conflict. Sean would go with her.

I sighed with relief. Amazed why I would be relieved that I just persuaded my boyfriend to have sex with my best friend, I prayed this was the right decision.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Alex. The one question that remains is if I'm allowed to enjoy the experience."

"You mean like keeping the shit-eating grin that's on your face now."

He tried to be serious, but his smile would not quit.

"All right, you can be happy, but don't overdo it."

The only hurdle remaining was convincing Donna to go along.

***

"No fucking way!"

Donna sat next to me at our regular bar.

"Are you out of your fucking mind? Really, Alex, what are you smoking?"

"Donna, think about it. You and Sean get along so well. He's a good looking guy, you're a hot woman. He's really good in bed. What's the downside?"

Donna chugged her wine and ordered a refill

"Seriously, you think I am that fucking pathetic that I would steal my best friend's man. God, I really must seem like such a loser to you."

"Donna, you aren't stealing anything. It's a loan. You borrow Sean and then return him. Sure, he may have a few extra miles on him after the week, but there won't be any permanent damage."

Donna was ready to lash back and then caught herself. She said, "A few extra miles?" and then broke out laughing. I couldn't help but join her.

"So, it's a deal?" I asked.

Donna shook her head. "I must be crazy to even entertain such a fucked-up idea."

"At least you're entertaining it," I said. "And, you're saying fuck a lot."

"Oh, does that bother you?" she snapped. "How about this? If I agree to this insane suggestion then I will be fucking the shit out of your boyfriend? And, that is fucking with a capital 'F'. How the fuck do you like that?"

"I think it's fucking cool," I replied.

Our bartender, Susie, brought Donna's wine. I know she must have overheard the last part of the conversation. Smiling coyly, she asked us if we wanted anything else. I was red with embarrassment and said we were all set for now.

"Okay, well, good luck with whatever."

Donna drank some wine and stared, but could not keep a straight face. "If I didn't love you so much, I would probably scratch your eyes out for thinking I would stoop to accept such a bone you're throwing me. Really, Alex, have you thought this through?"

"That's exactly what Sean asked. The answer is yes, I have. And, since the two of you are so worried about me, I know that after the week we can go back to life as we know it."
"Alex, I hope so. I wonder if that's what will happen."

"So, you'll do it?" My heart was racing.

"Let's see, go to the fucking island alone and drink myself into oblivion every night, or take a handsome man who promises to try to make me forget Ricardo for a week. Hmm, think I'll take Door Number Two."

I pulled her to me and we hugged. I just loaned my boyfriend out for a week of sex and I was feeling good. Maybe I should be booking myself into a week of psychiatric help when they go on their trip?

Donna took her last sip of wine and turned to me. "So, how hung is Sean?"

I laughed. This was the Donna I knew. "Wouldn't call it a salami, but it sure works hard, lasts a long time and produces amazing results. And, it looks cute."

Donna grinned.

"Plus, he has the strongest tongue I've ever had."

Donna closed her mouth and swallowed hard. "Sorry, Ricardo, you're history."

We both laughed and left the bar arm in arm.

When I told Sean, I wasn't sure he was happy or not. Sitting on the couch in our apartment, I filled him in on most of my conversation with Donna.

"I didn't think she'd go for it," he said. "I guess we're really going to do this?"

"You don't want to?"

"I am only doing this because of you," he said seriously.

"My hero!" I exclaimed. "Sean, remember it's okay to say that you want to go with Donna. I get that it could be exciting. Hell, I was excited when she propositioned me."

"Yes, I'll do it," he said. "Seriously, though, it's because I love you, and we both love Donna. I still think it's the craziest idea I've ever heard."

"Great. Now the trip is two weeks away. I think I'm going to get my share of lovin' in while I can."

I lowered his zipper, extracted his penis and bowed my head to his lap. The immediate stiffness convinced me that Sean was thinking of me right now. When I finished with one last big swallow, Sean had a smile bigger than the one he showed while contemplating a week with Donna. I knew I had to give him something to keep him thinking of me.

Of course, the best laid plans, etc. I got my period during the week before they were to leave. Neither of us enjoys sex during my flow and it was especially heavy this time. Knowing my usual pattern, I figured it would end just about the time they were ripping each other's clothes off in Aruba.

"Great," I thought. "Instead of sending him off with my girlfriend all tired and sore, I'm going to say Bon Voyage as he carries a week's worth of ammo in his balls. Oh well, Donna can thank me later."

As the departure date approached, I helped Sean do some shopping. He soon had a new wardrobe of bathing suits, casual clothes and decent underwear.

Sean had loosened up after he agreed to the plan. That evening as we were unpacking our shopping bags, he held up the new underwear.

"Do you really think I'll even need these?"

I punched him in the stomach and packed them in his bag.

The one good thing about being work-a-holics was that both of us racked up lots of vacation time. Sean put in for the full week that he would be away with Donna, plus two days after the week that he wanted to spend with me upon their return. I then took the two same days off.

Donna arrived on Saturday morning. We agreed that I would drive them to Logan Airport for their flight to Aruba. She arrived toting a small carry-on bag. I commented that she seemed to be traveling light.

"If you could see the size of my bikinis, you'd know why I can take a small bag." She smiled and then blushed. "Guess you didn't need to hear that."

"I guess it's better to imagine you in a bikini as opposed to showing off your pretty, bare butt to Sean."

She hugged me and whispered thank-you about the thousandth time since we agreed on this crazy idea.

Sean came out of the bedroom wearing jeans, Timberland boots and a cotton pull-over sweater. He looked fabulous and I asked myself if I really knew what I was doing. I took in his sandy hair and brown eyes. He always had a half-smile that made you like him at first sight. He put in the time to keep himself fit and trim, but never overdid it. My stomach flipped as I contemplated a week without that toned body in our bed.

"Before we go," I announced. "There is one thing I insist on."

Sean and Donna focused on me.

"I want to see you two kiss."

They looked at each other and then back at me.

"Go ahead," I insisted. "I will be imagining things much worse than this. I think if I actually see you two kissing, I will be able to begin to place what you're doing in perspective."

Although that was true, I also knew that both of them were crazy nervous. Sean told me over and over again that he was worried about what I would think. Then, he confessed to having some "performance anxiety." This week was supposed to be about giving Donna a great sexual experience. What would happen, he said, if he couldn't perform or meet her expectations?

Donna had voiced similar anxieties. What if she was not good enough for Sean? Was she too fat? Would she snore? The list went on.

I figured if they shared a good kiss before they left, it would alleviate their anxiety over being sensuous and wondering what I thought. Also, it would be an ice-breaker. So, when they were alone in their room, it would not be the first time they kissed.

"I'm waiting," I said.

Slowly, they moved together. Sean bent and placed his lips against Donna's. He lightly held her shoulders and she place her hands along his hips. They broke apart after no more than a second.

They turned to look at me.

"Pathetic," I said with a scowl.

I pushed them apart and said, "Let me show you."

Sean puckered up. I brushed him aside and drew Donna into a clinch. I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her hard. She took in a deep breath and I slipped my tongue inside her mouth. Her eyes sprung open in shock. Next, I grabbed her butt and held her to me, as I pushed my pelvis into her. It took her a second and then she responded. I felt her tongue swirl around mine and could sense her hardened nipples against my chest. I raised one hand and took her breast. For the first time in my life, I was fondling a female breast. I could feel Donna's nipple stiffen and I pinched it. She gasped and that made me push my tongue deeper inside.

I broke the kiss and turned to Sean. I mashed my mouth to his and put my hand between his legs. I stroked the rapidly hardening penis and used my tongue with abandon. When I was sure he got the message, I stepped back.

"That, my two friends, is kissing. Now, show me you learned something."

Tearing their eyes from mine, Donna and Sean looked at each other. They crossed and embraced. I smiled as Sean's hands cupped Donna's butt and lifted her into him. She stood on tippy-toes as she kissed him hard. When her hand moved between them and I saw her grab his erection through his jeans, I felt both satisfaction and trepidation. He responded and felt her boob. It hit me that my boyfriend and best friend were hours away from being lovers. I pushed both of them in this direction and now I needed to deal with the emotional consequences.

After about a minute of moaning and groping I called time.

"Nice, I see you guys have got the hang of it. We'd better head out so you don't miss your plane and have to screw each other in the terminal."

I dropped them curbside and drove off. Driving away, I hoped I didn't crash into anyone as tears flowed down my cheeks. Arriving back in Cambridge, I flopped into bed, still wearing my down coat, and pulled the blankets over my head. I cried until I was dry and fell into a restless sleep.

My cell buzzed. Opening my bleary eyes I saw a text from Sean. They arrived safely and had just checked in. He said the room was fabulous. Isn't that just peachy, I thought. I stumbled into the kitchen and fixed a tall vodka and tonic. Sitting in front of the TV watching a college football game, I asked myself what the hell I had done.

Dinner that night was three more vodka tonics. I fell asleep in my clothes and woke up in the middle of the night cramped from my awkward position on the couch. In the bedroom I stripped bare and got under the covers. I looked at my cell. No new texts. I wondered how many times they had fucked by now. I made myself into a ball and wondered if this is how the entire week was going to be as I cried myself back to sleep.

***

Next morning, slightly hungover, I showered and dressed in a skirt, cotton turtleneck and cardigan sweater. I had decided to treat myself to brunch at the place where Donna and I always ate. Once again, I decided to walk and by the time I arrived my cheeks burned with the cold. I imagined my nose was giving Rudolph a run for his money.

I pulled off my knit cap and fluffed out my hair. As the hostess greeted me, I blew my nose and unzipped my coat.

"Regular table, Alex?"

"Please, but it will be just me?"

"Oh, where's Donna?"

"Sucking my boyfriend's dick," was the first thing to pop into my mind, but instead I said, "on vacation."

"Must be nice. I hope it's somewhere hot," she said as she led me among the tables.

"Yeah, hot like in a bitch in heat," I thought. I shook my head and told myself to stop being so weird.

I sat and pretended to look at the menu as I awaited my Bloody Mary. I unbuttoned my cardigan and slid it off as the heat in the restaurant warmed my body. I was draping it on the back of my chair when I heard my name being called.

"Alex!"

I looked up and almost screamed. The last person in the world I expected to see stood next to the table. The odds of her appearance were too great to calculate. We would run into each other from time to time, but what the hell was she doing here? And now?

"Beth," I said, "what a nice surprise."

"Come, give me a hug, girl."

Slowly I stood and we embraced. I noticed that her breasts did not feel any bigger than mine. I also noticed that they did not seem to be confined to a bra. I now regretted not wearing one myself as I could feel our nipples brush against each other.

"Are you expecting someone?" she asked, continuing to hold my hand.

"No, join me?"

"I don't want to impose."

"You won't be. I'd enjoy the company." I asked myself when I got to be such a good liar.

I looked at Beth Hughes, my supposed lesbian lover from college. I recalled how we were called the "Blondie Twins." Beth is only an inch shorter than my six feet. Our blond hair is almost the same shade as are our blue eyes. We used to keep our hair styled to the same mid-back length. Now, we each wore it short. I parted mine while hers was swept back and lightly held in place with gel. She looked totally beautiful and, for the first time I admitted, totally sexy.

"God, what's it been? Almost a year?" she said.

I nodded. "I think the last time was at Harvey Green's non-Christmas party." She laughed.

Harvey was one of our college buddies who also worked in Boston. He was "Jewish to the core", as he liked to say, or after a few drinks, he was "Jewish to the tip of my circumcised cock." Every year he threw a party around Christmas time since a lot of our friends would be in town. Of course, he would never call it a Christmas party. No matter the name, it was always fun and a great opportunity to catch up with friends.

"Still seeing that handsome man? Sean, is it?"

"Definitely. Been over two years now."

"Great. He seems really nice."

I smiled and thought about where he was now. "Yes, he's great."

"Where is he?"

"What? What does that mean?"

Beth seemed surprised at the ferocity of my reaction. "Alex, I mean nothing by it. I was wondering why he wasn't with you today. I mean you're dining alone."

"Oh, yeah, sorry. He's, uh, he's out of town."

Beth nodded, but she looked like she didn't buy my story.

Our waitress came. She asked about Donna.

"Oh, she's uh, she's out of town."

Beth's blue eyes bore into mine.

She ordered a Champagne cocktail and we both opted for Eggs Benedict.

Beth was wearing a pale pink v-neck sweater that looked like Cashmere—expensive and soft Cashmere. Underneath I could see the top of a silk teddy. Her nipples pushed out from the soft fabrics. I wondered if I had ever noticed her nipples before. On the bottom, she had skinny jeans tucked into expensive looking leather calf-length boots. Before when she turned to put her fur-lined parka on the back of her chair, I noticed how attractive her rear looked in the jeans.

We spent the next ten minutes catching each other up on our lives. Beth was now a senior editor at a top publishing house. She described how fast the industry was changing and the effect that e-publishing was having.

"I should have finished my novel before now," she said. "I would have had the opportunity to make a lot more money."

"Novel?" I asked. "Can you tell me about it?"

Beth blushed. "Well, it takes place in a college. Sort of a coming of age story about two girls."

"Coming of age?"

"Yes, sexually coming of age," she said and smiled.

"Oh, so they're..."

"Lesbians?"

I nodded.

"Yes. It sounds so 2008, doesn't it?"

We laughed. We graduated in that year.

"So, would I recognize the college or any of the characters?"

Just then our meals arrived. We each ordered another drink. The next few minutes were occupied with eating and agreeing on how good the food was. After our drinks appeared, Beth reached out and touched the back of my hand.

"I think you'd recognize the college, for sure," she said and giggled. "And, you might see some characters that have a certain resemblance to people we know."

"Oh, do tell."

I ate a bite of eggs and watched as Beth dabbed her mouth with the corner of her napkin. I never realized how full and luscious her lips were.

"Our female protagonist is a tall, slim blond. She's extraordinarily beautiful and smart, but shy and socially awkward. At the beginning of the novel, she's a virgin. We follow her journey and witness her growing awareness of the joy of Sapphic love. She is pursued by a fellow classmate only too eager to show her the path."

Raising an eyebrow, I said, "Sapphic?"

"Yes, you know women loving women." Beth folded her napkin and placed it next to her plate. I could see a slight blush on her cheeks. Beth knew I understood what "Sapphic" meant, but I think she wanted to provoke me.

"Does this protagonist have a name?"

Beth smiled showing her perfect white teeth outlined by deep pink-shaded lips. "Her name is Lexi."

"And the person who is pursuing her in this proposed Sapphic relationship?"

"That would be the lovely and beautiful Liz."

I drank some Bloody Mary, collecting my thoughts. My pulse was racing.

"Would Liz be anything like a tall blond, blue eyes, small breasts and long legs?"

"Yes, but her breasts are not that small, at least in the book," she smiled and thrust her chest out ever so slightly. "It's fiction, you know. And, they are topped by delicious, dark and thick nipples."

I flashed back on the time we swam nude. Even though I did not think I was admiring her breasts back then, I could now recall them in exquisite detail. My mind zeroed in on the nipples that extended from the tight flesh of her breasts. They were indeed dark and thick. I couldn't comment if they were delicious, but the thought made me warm. I looked at Beth's sweater to see the pronounced imprint on each side of her chest.

Our waitress stopped and quickly left as she took in the looks heating up the air between Beth and me.

"Did you tell people we were lovers?"

Beth licked her lips and smiled. "We're not talking about my book now, are we?"

"No. Did you?"

"When?"

"In college."

"No, never. I told people how beautiful you looked when we swam naked. I might have intimated that there were things I would love to do to that body. I wanted you as my lover, Alex. Let's make that present tense as well. I was quite a love-sick cow over you. Unfortunately, you never saw that did you?"

I shook my head. "I just learned you were gay a couple weeks ago. I had no clue back then, obviously."

"I know. I think that's what made you so fucking attractive. I wanted to be the one to take you first. Have you ever made that move?"

Playing with my fork, I looked out the window to see snowflakes covering the bare trees. "I have only been with men."

"I can understand and Sean seems special," she said. "Of course, women are different in so many ways. These ways, Alex, are something I would be willing to show you."

My face burned. Although my mind fought my emotions, there was no denying I was enjoying the seduction. Who doesn't like being seduced? A beautiful woman was coming on to me and I liked the attention. The pressure building between my legs and the hardness of my nipples were sure signs I was also turned on.

Beth captured my index finger with hers. I admired her long fingers and immaculate manicure. For a second, I imagined them exploring deep, dark, damp places. "No rush, Alex, just something to think on. Of course, with Sean being, what was it, out of town, we might think about what could happen while he's away. Just a thought on a cold, lonely day."

I smiled and pulled my finger away.

"Beth, it's good to see you, but I don't think we'll ever be more than friends."

Beth touched her neck above the top of her teddy. "I value our friendship and am happy to think we can continue as friends. The other is just a whimsy. Something to think about when you're alone at night and are wishing there was someone warm and soft next to you. Someone who knows what women like and who loves to give a woman something no man could ever give her. No more than a thought, Beth. Call it a fanciful daydream. Just a dream with soft, warm flesh pressing against soft, warm flesh. Beautiful breast touching beautiful breast. But, I need not go on, do I?"

A vision of a naked Beth in my arms, her long body tight to mine, the exotic fragrance filling my nose while her elegant fingers plucked at my nipples made me close my eyes with repressed desire. A thought of her short blond hair nestled between my legs, her blue eyes locked on mine as her long tongue explored my most intimate place unsettled me.

"Are you all right, Alex? You look pale all of a sudden."

I opened my eyes and tried to smile. "I'm fine. I think my cramps are letting me know they have no plans to leave soon."

She nodded.

"Alex, before when I asked about Sean, you said he was out of town."

I nodded.

"When the waitress asked about Donna, you said the same thing. I noticed, however, that you evidenced some discomfort. Wondering why?"

I had forgotten how smart Beth was. She was a psych major who preferred working in the literary world instead of the clinical one. She appears never to have lost her skill at insight. I must have shown too much before.

"No reason. Cramps, I suppose."

Beth nodded and smiled. "Of course."

Desperate to change the direction of the conversation, I said, "That's a beautiful sweater. Cashmere, I suppose."

Beth looked down. "Yes, I must admit I splurged on it. Cost a damn fortune, but it's so soft I couldn't pass it up. The only problem is it tends to show everything."

She ran her finger over the point of a nipple pushing against the front. The sharp point seemed to grow as I watched.

"You could always wear a bra," I said kiddingly.

"Where's the fun in that," she answered and touched her other nipple at the same time. "Besides, you shouldn't be telling me about bras." She looked at my shirt and how my nipples were clearly visible under the cotton.

"I, uh, wore a sweater here," I stammered.

"Of course, but you're not wearing it now, are you?"

I fought the temptation to cross my arms over my chest. If she wanted to look, let her damn well look. If it turned her on, she deserved it for trying to make me uncomfortable. She could damn well remain turned on and frustrated.
Our waitress came and we ordered coffees. After we fixed them, Beth looked out at the heavy flakes that were now accumulating.

"Could be our first storm of the season," she said.

"I kinda like the first couple. Everything looks peaceful and beautiful covered in white," I answered.

"You must come see my new condo," she said as her eyes lit up. "It overlooks the Public Garden. I bet it will be spectacular with this snowfall."

"Sometime, sure."

"Are you busy today?"

I was not quick enough to come up with a plausible excuse. Telling Beth I had planned to go home, strip and make myself cum while imagining her naked body probably wasn't the best thing to say.

"Let's finish and we'll cab over. You're going to love it."

We paid and asked the hostess to call a cab. It arrived and we bundled in the back. She gave an address I recognized as just off Tremont St.

"Do you live in that high rise?"

"Yes." After a pause, she added, "Daddy bought it for me."

Back in college I recalled hearing that Beth's family had wealth. That was not usual for our school, but I now assume that her family must have a lot of wealth. Condos at that address start at seven figures and then go up as the floors rise.

It was now snowing hard as we ran from the cab to the front door. The doorman welcomed us and Beth checked at the desk for messages. She led me to the elevators and pushed 34. I thought this meant we were talking multiple millions, since the building only had 35 floors. We quietly and quickly ascended the 300 plus feet in seconds. Beth led the way to a double wooden door and punched in a security code. After a soft click, she opened one door and motioned me in. I felt her move behind me and disarm the security system and then reset the system. She pushed a button on a wall panel and the drapes at the far end of the room started to open.

Taking my by the elbow, Beth escorted me to the floor to ceiling windows. As long as I had been in Boston, I had never experienced such an awe-inspiring view. We looked over the snow-covered Garden and Commons out toward Boston Harbor. The snow clung to the trees and lawn areas while leaving the paved paths bare, the dark and white creating an abstract pattern. We watched in silence, disconnected from the sounds of traffic we viewed as toy vehicles moving along Tremont and Boylston Streets.

Beth touched my back, just above the band of my skirt. "You like?"

I turned my head to her and said, "Beautiful. Magical, actually."

"Care for some champagne?"

Although I knew she was still trying to seduce me, I was enjoying the comfort of both the room and her presence.

"Love it," I said. Beth leaned in and kissed my cheek and let her hand drop, caressing my bottom as she did so. I thought I would just have to throw my panties out when I got home. I doubted if they would be salvageable.

On her way to the kitchen she flipped a switch and the gas fireplace lit up. In addition to the warmth, the flickering yellow light cast delicate shadows around the simply and tastefully appointed room. I pulled off my down coat and held it over my crossed arms. Continuing to look out the window, I sensed Beth next to me.

"Trade you," she said as she offered a flute. I took it and she relieved me of my coat. Putting it in a closet next to the double entry way, Beth walked back toward me. I smiled as her hips moved smoothly in her jeans. Along the way, she picked up her flute and raised it in a toast.

"What did you and Donna always say?" she asked. "Something about good luck and sex."

"To good health, good friends, good fortune and good sex—not always in that order," I replied.

"Yes, that's it." She tilted the flute toward me and we clinked rims. I'm not a connoisseur on wine, but I knew what we were drinking was the smoothest bubbly I've ever tasted. I wanted to smack my lips, it was that good.

"I like the part about not always being in that order," she said and touched my arm. "Sometimes I find that the last is good to have first."

"Sometimes," I said and sipped my champagne.

We looked out as the snow swirled and would obscure my view and then suddenly clear. I wished I was having clarity in another way as I inhaled Beth's expensive perfume. I jumped slightly as Beth slipped her arm around my waist. It felt good to be close to another body as I was missing both my lover and best friend.

I found my hand moving to her and I held her waist.

My fingers played along the hem of her sweater.

"God, this is soft," I said as I moved my hand back and forth and moved up her back unobstructed by a bra.

"It feels so good while wearing it," she purred. Yes, she purred.

"Try it on."

"Oh, I couldn't," I managed to say.

"Really, you must." Beth drew the sweater up and off. Her breasts practically burst from the silk of her teddy. I wanted to look away, but I was slow to do so. Beth smiled and pulled the sweater right side out.

"Maybe I should go to the bathroom to change," I said softly.

"Alex, we are over three hundred feet above the street. No one will be able to see you."

"You will."

"True, but I have seen your breasts before, as I recall." Beth grinned and added, "And, I certainly do recall from time to time."

I laughed and figured what the hell. Two can play this game. If you want to tease, I can tease, too.

I shed my cardigan and quickly pulled my turtleneck off and stood facing Beth naked from the waist up.

A hungry look crossed her face and I felt scared I had gone too far.

"My god, Alex, you are beautiful."

"As are you," I said. "Of course, I'm the only one topless." I couldn't believe that I had just challenged her.

"Easy to remedy," Beth said and she set the sweater on the arm of a chair and pulled the teddy off. Her breasts reflected the diffused light from the outside. Their smooth, white flesh provided a perfect canvas for her small nipples, now pushing out at least a half inch.

"We seem to be similar in how they look," she said appraising my chest.

"Twin Blondies," I said and giggled.

"I hated that nickname," she said. "Except, that if people thought I looked nearly as good and sexy as you, then I could live with it."

The silence between us was practically a physical sensation. Our eyes would shift from staring at each other to glancing at our naked breasts. "Maybe, I should try that sweater now."

"Of course," she said and handed it to me. At the same time she took my cotton shirt away. I pulled the v-neck over my head nearly swooning with the overpowering scent of her clinging to the soft wool.

The delicate fabric moved across my nipples and making both my mind and pussy react. I had closed my eyes and just let the sensations on my breasts occupy my consciousness.

"Feels good, yes?"

"I never felt anything this soft," I said. I ran my hands from my naval up to and then over my breasts. I gasped with the feeling.

"I see you have the same result I experienced," said Beth. As if in slow motion, I watched her hand move toward my chest. Time stood still and then I felt her fingers brush against my left nipple. I fought the orgasm lurking between my legs.

Beth closed the narrow distance between us, put her hand behind my neck and drew my face to hers. Everything in my conscience told me to break free. In this case, my conscience was overridden by my desire. I pursed my lips.

As we kissed, I was made weak by the softness of her lips and the wonderful fragrance filling my nostrils. I knew I should end this now, when her tongue touched my lips. I let my own tongue slip out to touch the tip of hers. Slowly, she pushed until her tongue was inside.

Beth pinched the nipple she had been fondling through the Cashmere. I now kissed her hard and my hand moved to her naked left breast. The nipple felt like hard rubber against the pad of my index finger. I added my thumb and rolled her nipple. Beth's tongue moved slowly through my mouth tasting every cranny. My tongue darted back and forth to hers.

Beth broke the kiss and took a half step back. In a smooth move, she pulled the sweater off me and tossed it on the floor. Moving back in, she pulled me so that our nipples brushed each other. Our kissing became more aggressive and her hands took hold of my rear and pulled me to her groin. She pulled up my skirt until it bunched at my waist. Beth cupped my butt, clad in small boy shorts, as her leg snaked between my legs.

I threw my head back as my sexual senses went into overdrive. Beth began kissing and licking my neck. With excruciating slowness Beth moved her head down until she latched onto a nipple. I felt my super-sensitive bud being sucked into her mouth where her tongue tortured it. With her hands pulling me, I ground my pussy against her thigh between my legs. Her hands moved under the waistband of my undies and caressed my naked flesh. Lurking in the near background was an orgasm that I both wanted and feared. As if it had a will of its own, my pussy rubbed along her firm thigh. I could feel the seam along the side of her jeans as it moved against my clit, pushing my underwear into my cleft. Balancing on the edge of a massive orgasm, I thought about pulling away. Beth bit softly on my nipple and pulled my butt so that my pussy was thrust against her thigh. I lost my balance fell over the edge, hurtling fast into the abyss. I cried out in pleasure and my body shook.

As the spasms of my orgasm began to slowly abate, I turned my head and saw our reflection in the window. My heart stopped.

I saw two women having sex. Realizing that I was one of the two was like a bucket of ice water pouring over my body.

"I...I can't," I said and stepped out of her embrace. Shaking my head as my skirt fell into place, I kept backing up until I tripped into the oversized couch. Falling onto my back, I struggled to sit up. I sunk my head into my hands and broke down. My sobs echoed in the high-ceiling room.

I could not even catch my breath as my crying wracked my body. I could feel Beth next to me and then her arm was around my shoulder. She pulled and I resisted.

"Alex, darling, let me hold you."

I had no will to resist. We fell back against the couch and Beth entwined both arms around me. My energy dissipated and I found myself collapsing with my head landing in her lap. She stroked my hair and offered reassuring words. I cried and noticed her jeans were getting soaked with my tears.

Beth moved and then I felt a blanket fall over my naked upper body. Eventually I gained some control and stopped bawling. Beth continued to rub and comfort me.

"Want to tell me about it?" she asked.

"What?"

"Whatever has you so distraught? Alex, honestly, I did want to seduce you. I never wanted you to fall to pieces. There's something else going on. I'm a very good listener and have occasionally been known to offer some semi-decent advice."

One side of my mind screamed to keep my mouth shut. The burning in my gut said I needed to talk to someone. It may be ironic that the one person available is the one who was seducing me just a minute ago. Of course, I knew that you can only be seduced if you want to be. Part of my dilemma was why I allowed myself to be in this position. I was half naked and being held by a half-naked woman.

"Beth, I don't know where to start," I said, still sniffling.

Beth reached behind her and handed me a box of tissues. I turned my head to look up and was staring at her still hard nipples no more than an inch from my face. I took the tissues and turned away before I took her breast into my mouth.

"Alex, why don't you start by telling me what's going on with Sean and Donna?"

Yes, I wanted to talk about what I had done. My fear that I set in motion the end of my love with both Sean and Donna was rendering me into a blubbering mess.

"I think I destroyed my life," I said.

Beth chuckled. "I think I'll need a few more details. How about I get us something to drink."

I nodded and sat up. "Maybe we should put our tops back on."

Beth looked at my breasts. "If you insist." She softened that statement with a genuine, kind smile. She walked over and grabbed our tops. Tossing me the cashmere she pulled on my turtleneck. She took the two flutes and returned with them filled.

We sat at either end of the couch. I took a long sip, a deep breath and willed my lips to speak. I hoped the words that emerged would not be ones that led to my total despair.

*

(End of chapter one. A BIG thank you to HystLit for editing this story. Believe me any errors you find are 100% mine.

I promise to have chapter two posted soon, that's assuming you want to know what happens to Alex, Sean, Donna and Beth. If you would like to email me, you can use the Contact feature on my page on Literotica. I promise to answer every email. )

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