Claire smiled seeing Nancy pleasuring her lover, and continued down until she was between the former cheerleader's thighs. Nancy had a wonderful kitty, with a thin velvety landing strip of pubic hair. Her lips were swollen, but tight together, virginesque though she knew that Nancy was no virgin. She had a muskier scent than Sandra, and the taste was a little different. It smelled fine, but it was vaguely bitter, slightly salty, and a little sweet all at once.
Bad diet. Good diet. Too much on the sauce... whatever: Nancy had taken good care of herself. Claire lost herself in it. She kissed ravenously, violently, between Nancy's legs, her tongue thunderously, mercilessly beating at the former cheerleader's clit, while teasing her own. The scent of their passion built, as much as the fiery sensation of a climax in their bellies - not simultaneously, but one after the next, they came, gently thereafter, rolling off of each other.
There was a moment of awkward silence between they five, all, before Nancy, in the way she always had, giggled in a small bit of girlish laughter.
O O O
Myself, I consider to be something of a
real
sexual adventurer. With Claire, Sandra, and Nancy as friends, and confidantes I believe that I can go anywhere now, and do about anything.
Cordelia brought me into this world, and here in this world if there must be a ruler - and there must -these three were as my hands, my eyes and my ears. We were a symbiosis with a single mind.
It's easy to get lost in your own causes though, and sometimes just as easy to remember why you started in the first place. We were a careful group, and Cordelia, and I, for a number of reasons, did not sit in on another reckoning.
I was young when I lost my virginity to Cordelia. What we had was not the same as what was going on between our friends. It was sex, but with the intimacy.
I tell you these things because this story deserves telling. I am not a monster, but I feel I may become one. I've been in Hillside Meadows too long, after not being able to cope with the death of my could-have-been. We'd always fantasized about marrying, even if only in secrecy.
We had become like secret gods. The sluts, the virgins, the innocent and the guilty all had a place with us, so long as they conformed to us, and became like us.
