Chapter Eight Pat's New Adventure
Laying on her bed, eyes closed, Pat Savage felt a wet tongue playfully licking her left nipple, sliding along it but not sucking the hardened little bud into the warm mouth from which it came. "Oooh, that feels nice," she cooed. "Whose tongue is that? Can I open my eyes now, please? Pretty please?"
The tongue left her tit, which remained slick and shiny with saliva. A woman's voice laughed, "Aww, poor baby, she wants to see, does she? You can't tell the difference in our tongues, hmmm? I'm hurt! Well, alright, you can look all you want, Miss Impatient!"
The bronze woman's golden-flecked orbs instantly flicked opened, eagerly drinking in the sight before her.
For Pat Savage was not alone in her bed. Joining her on the crumpled silk sheets to the left of her lithe form was Melissa. The diminutive brunette was dressed to match Pat--in her birthday suit. Perky, cherry-tipped breasts greeted Pat's eyes, which hungrily travelled down the young woman's scrumptious young body. She was kneeling on the bed next to Pat, smiling at her lover, her hands on her knees, momentarily obscuring her most intimate feminine charms from sight. Pat's momentary frustration at not being able to see Melissa's oh-so-pretty flower was quickly tempered by the thought that in a few minutes, she would not only be seeing it but inhaling its delightful bouquet and drinking its nectar.
And--similarly attired--to Pat's right was Monk. The homely chemist was grinning ear to ear as he stared at Pat like he was a man dying of thirst and she was cool, spring water. He very much looked like a man intent on slaking his thirst, as was evidenced by the state of his male member, which waved proudly erect.
"Blazes!" Monk said softly to himself, as he looked back and forth at the twin nude visions before him. It was an expression he'd been uttering for the last half hour, ever since he'd arrived at Pat's apartment on her invitation. Expecting to find Pat alone, he had at first been a little surprised to find Melissa--whom he knew only as one of Pat's employees--waiting there as well. Surprise had quickly turned to outright shock as Melissa had whispered to him her thoughts on making this a night to remember for their mutual lover. Monk felt like pinching himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but he'd already done that enough times to leave a small bruise and as of yet, he still hadn't awakened. Nor did he want to.
If someone had told him a few days ago that he'd soon be in the situation he was in now, the chemist would have told him he was nuts. Monk thought back briefly to the events of those last few days. Returning from the site of the battle, Doc had sent to his Crime College those members of Cartwright's gang who had been mowed down by the mercy bullets fired by the superfirers. There, at this facility in upstate New York, they would have their criminal impulses removed and be retrained as productive members of society. Diving in the waters of the bay the next day, Doc and his men had found the wreckage of the submarine and several bodies, but no sign of the plans for Dr. Murray's invention. They were presumed to have washed out to sea. There had been little opportunity for Monk to be alone with Pat, though she had spent a fair amount of time at Doc's headquarters. When he had managed to get some time alone with her, though she wanted him to hold her, it had seemed that there was an invisible barrier between them. She didn't volunteer any additional information about her evening spent as the gang's captive, and Monk had deemed it best not to ask. If she had something she wanted to share, she would do so, in her own time.
Monk had had no idea that when the invisible barrier came down, that the something Pat would want to share would not only be herself, but her stunning assistant as well.
With the result that he now was laying in bed with two gorgeous, naked women!
"Blazes!" he exclaimed once more, still unable to believe his good fortune.
Melissa and Pat giggled. "If you say that one more time," said Pat. "I'll start to think there's a fire here! Although my pussy is certainly on fire," she continued, reaching out with a hand and grasping Monk's erect shaft. "And I think I've found just the fire hose to put out the blaze."
Monk groaned with delight as he felt Pat's slim fingers close over his cock, encircling it in a loving grip. Her fingers slowly slid up and down, stroking the shaft lazily, her red nail polish standing out in stunning contrast to the color of Monk's flesh.
Fondling one of Pat's golden globes with one of her hands, making sure the jutting nipple remained firm, Melissa gazed avidly at Monk's erection. Standing proudly at attention, it was by far the largest the young woman had seen--although to be honest, her choice in lovers had generally tended towards those of the female persuasion. Still, staring at her lover's red-tipped fingers sliding up and down it, a drop of pre-cum gathering in the slit, her pretty pussy grew wet at the thought of tasting it.
Leaning over, Melissa playfully slapped Pat's hand. "Hey, you promised to share!" she laughed, as she brought her face down level with Monk's cock.
"So, who's stopping you?" replied Pat impishly, though she didn't relinquish her grip.
The touch of Melissa's pink tongue on his cock was electric, as Monk stared down at the young woman extending her tongue and flicking it across the head of his shaft, while Pat continued to slide her hand up and down. Pat's other hand reached out and began to caress Melissa's supple thigh, which was firmly pressed against her, causing her young assistant to open her legs slightly to encourage the hand to wander further.
