This is the fourth, partially autobiographical, story of Rick and me. Each story stands on its own. They are miniature frescos of our lives
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Part One: Watching A Film
How to start this one? I am madly in love with Rick, and I hope he's madly in love with me too. I love his body, he loves mine, and we regularly show that to each other. We've had a bit of a bumpy road. He once fucked his ex while we were already an item, and I happen to do foolish things when I'm drunk. Our bond is strong enough to survive this.
Rick was sitting on the couch, watching his tablet with an intense stare.
"May I know what you are doing?" I asked.
He looked up and turned a bit red.
"Well..." he said, not knowing how to react.
I didn't wait for his answer and sat next to him. He was watching two incredibly gorgeous women making out on a bed. They were dressed in see-through lingerie and kissed and fondled in a very erotic way.
"Turn up the volume," I asked. "They're beautiful, aren't they?"
Rick could only nod.
"Let's watch this together," I said.
We sat in silence. It was a slow-evolving lesbian film, with lots of French kissing and heavy breathing. After a couple of minutes, the kissing moved to a more intimate place. I sensed that Rick was mesmerised, so I proposed making him more comfortable. I unbuckled his jeans and took them down, followed by his underwear. I got back on the couch and grabbed his penis with my right hand. Understandably, he immediately reacted to my touch.
It was clear this was a film with a woman's touch. There were no gynaecological close-ups, and the scene was entirely recorded from a respectable distance. The fingering was slow and sensual, there were no overdubs with overacted horny screams, as we could hear some cars passing by on the street. It was no super-production either. The only thing that bothered me was why the receiving girl kept her socks on. I kept this comment to myself as Rick was as captivated as a rabbit in front of a hunter's light-box.
After a while, the film got me in its grip as well. I imagined how I would be slowly fingered. I stood up and let my dress fall to the ground. I sat down and Rick moved his hand between my legs. It felt wonderful.
At the ten-minute mark, the receiving girl orgasmed in a quite convincing way. I decided that it was not the time for Rick to come, as I wanted to watch this till the end. His cock was hard as a rock. It didn't need much movement to keep it that way.
The next scene had the women kissing in post-orgasmic after-play, and I wondered if they enjoyed sharing juices or if it was just another day at the office. My left hand was on my clit and I can't deny I was trying to have a good time as well.
I was in for a surprise when the giving girl found a dildo. Those movies always have a dildo hidden somewhere. Not a slick thin glass one, like I would like to have, but a fat long atrocity of a cock that would make most women scream in agony. I've always wondered what the point of licking a dildo is, except to make the male audience think it is a real cock. I can be a bit cynical at times.
At fifteen minutes and counting, woman one inserted the dildo into woman two. That went inexplicably smoothly for such a monster. I had to be careful that Rick wouldn't explode because he kicked on it. I could feel it through his finger-play deep inside me. I let go of his penis and hoped it would calm down a bit. Meanwhile, after an eternity of loud sighs, girl two came again, which made me rub my clit even harder.
In the second part of the movie, the roles were reversed. The black-haired girl had a nice set of erect nipples, and, of course, her neatly shaved pussy received the licking and fingering treatment. Surprise! She was also wearing socks. It must be really cold in Russia.
Rick reacted positively when the dildo entered, doggy-wise. He loves a nice set of buttocks. I am sorry for him. My arse is as flat as a pancake. I finally saved him from his misery when she was lying on her belly, moaning hard, while the dildo was fluently sliding up and down. His sperm flew through the air like a nuclear missile. I should do something about those stains on the carpet. I licked some of his spunk from my fingers.
"Stay with me," I said. "I still want to see the rest of it."
That wasn't such a good idea because the third and final part had some ass fingering that gave Rick some ideas. But all in all, the afternoon ended well, Rick came, I came, we all came, and more than once.
"Have you ever dreamt of a threesome?" I asked when I was resting against his breast. Rick didn't ask if I meant a double man or woman setup, but knowing him...
"I once jokingly proposed it to Gwen, but she threatened to cut my balls off," he answered, to my amazement.
Gwen is the ex, a bat-shit crazy witch, a bitch, who burns incense sticks all day long. She tried to steal him from me by opening her legs and being a stupid man, he didn't resist. One day I'll punch her face for that.
"I will never understand why you kept on fucking her?" I said. "She threw a menorah in your face."
"Please, Romance," he grovelled. "Haven't we discussed this over and over again?"
I apologised, not meaning it. Don't we have to keep on dominating the weaker sex?
I repeated the question about the threesome, and Rick tried to answer it as diplomatically as possible. Meaning that if he found an extra pussy in bed, he wouldn't say no. Men!
Part two: Charlotte, Rick, & Me
