6
Once again, I slept like a baby; it must have something to do with the sensational sex I'm getting. I'm snuggled in the warm covers; I realize my legs are wrapped around a pillow, and I'm rather aroused. I recall my dubious deeds since meeting Rachel, wild, unbelievable sexual encounters. The relaxing massage that turned into a wonderful finger fuck, the delightful under the table oral from the waitress. My fingers rove my aroused body; thoughts focusing on last night's orgy escapade, I tweak my hard nipples. I can almost feel Bear's powerful touch.
I grab my laptop from the nightstand, find a porn site.
Kicking off the covers, my legs yawn; my left hand remains teasing my erect nips, right fingers slide through my pussy trough, spreading the lips, bringing my aromatic vaginal secretions to the little man in the canoe.
My eyes close, I imagine my finger is Rachel's tongue, teasing, delicately circling my clitoris. Flicking the tiny nub. I attempt to pinch it, it's too slick, my fingers slip off, but the sensation is thrilling, like a pair of lips sucking it. Recalling the anal assault, the DP, I move pussy juice to my anus, I'm moaning, the exciting sensations stirring as my fingertip grazes the wrinkled skin.
I leave my protruding, nipples and as my left fingers arrive at my labia lips, my right leg bends, I roll to the left, my hand goes under my bum and the forefinger inserts past my sphincter. Oh, how that sensitive orifice makes me shiver. I'm unsure, if it's the clitoral stimulation, the recollection of all the carnal activity or the intense provocative poking in my butt causing this wonderful climax. I bask in the glorious afterglow, unwilling to remove my embedded digits, pondering a do over.
I open my eyes to browse the porn and see Rachel standing in the doorway, a huge smile is all she's wearing; I assume she must sleep in her birthday suit.
"Guess we should get you some toys for the morning after." She seductively saunters to me, lays beside me. We embrace, an intimate tongue swirling kiss; oh, my gawd she's such a great kisser.
{'I hope this is our inaugural lesbian tryst; I've been craving this.'}
This will be much more enjoyable than masturbating, finally she's going to do me, and I her. She breaks off the kiss.
"Coffee and Bagel or brunch before a museum tour."
"Yup, brunch, then the museum?" I respond,
"Brunch in bed, right?" I pull her in for another wonderful kiss.
Easy there, young lass." She holds my hand that was on her breast.
"You had your morning delight."
"Rachel, I really want to stay in bed with you, I desire you; I fear there's something amiss between us."
"No Bridgette, I prefer quality, and a lot of foreplay, not just physical, but mental stimulation. You're special, I want our relationship to be special; there's nothing amiss." She gives me a reassuring cuddle, a tender kiss.
"I'm waiting for the correct moment to start our sexual relationship. It deserves to be spectacular, not just a sexual romp."
We spend several minutes hugging, kissing before getting dressed.
After I dress, ready to leave; I tap on Rachel's doorframe she's partially dressed.
"I'm gonna run down to Bear's, I left my phone in the suitcoat."
"Ok, he'll want to fuck you again. Be diligent, be strong, assure him how great he was, and you look forward to next time. Tell him we have plans and I'm waiting."
"Will do."
She was right, Bear answered the door in sweats, no shirt, grabbed me, lifted me up.
"Arrrghh, a delicious morning treat."
"No Bear, I'm in a rush Rachel's waiting, my phones in your coat I wore." I kiss him, his furry face is wet with a flavor of pussy I recognize.
"Mmm hmm, I like what you did to me."
"Here yah go." Molly's holding it to me, her eyes looks like she hasn't slept, naked, hair mussed up. I peek past them and see Bernie and Gloria on the sofa; yah, drugs and sex, they likely haven't slept.
"Would you please text me everyone's numbers, I won't be able to wait until next month." I rub his semi hard cock through his sweats. Giggle, turn, flip my dress to flash my naked bum and skip away like a little girl.
During brunch, we're chatting about the party and the participants.
"I hosted a party, Bear and Molly had recently moved in, so they were invited, unaware of their drug habit. Someone was expecting a friend and unknown to me, left my door open, a neighbor complained. Cops arrived, with the door being open they walked right in; drugs, naked people, lewd behavior, yada, yada, I was arrested. She screws up her face. In a disgruntled way.
"Now I have a record; I'm on probation for 9 more months."
I give her the best supportive smile I can, then hoping to change to a more positive note.
"I'm smitten by Sarah, she's my epitome of sexual perfection, so cute and sexy, she exudes fun." I add.
"She really turns me on." I fan myself with my hand.
"She's a nurse, very caring, not into drugs, so they're permitted in my apt." Rachel nods her head, approving.
"She's one of my favorites too, and Darcy has tremendous stamina. We have great threesomes."
Lunch finished; we are in the limo headed to the Museum.
"I don't think I need confirmation, but are you still horny?" She gave me a knowing smile.
"Oh, Rachel, my libido has switched into hyperdrive, even that orgy, although gratifying, physically wiping me out, didn't quench my desire. It's like drinking salt water to quench a thirst. I may never be satisfied."
We exchange an amorous gaze.
"Ever use Ben Wa balls?" Rachel asks, picking up a blue box.
"No" I respond, blushing.
She opens a blue, suede covered, flip top box; the type an engagement ring would be in, only larger, the size to hold a watch. She has me hold out my hand, she drops the two shiny spheres into my palm.
"Wiggle your fingers move them around feel what they do." I feel the unusual vibrations they create when rolling them in my hand. I understand the concept and smile.
She takes them back; as she moves to her knees in front of me; rather abruptly, forcibly, she parts my knees with her elbows, opens my labia with her left fingers, and stuffs the balls into my vagina, almost rudely. I'm taken aback at her unusual lack of intimacy; but quite aroused.
We share a thin marijuana cigarette; she calls a pinner.
We are leisurely wandering through the museum, arm in arm, enjoying the art, the balls jiggling inside me having a profound effect. I often need to stop, cross my legs, clenching my thighs together, as the stimulation is so intense. I'm walking around in a fevered state of hyper sensuality. Rachel is being overly sexually mischievous, she slaps my ass, as we pass a senior couple. She walks right tight behind me, her thighs against mine, holding my waist, she thrusts her hips against my bum, like she's wearing a strap on doing me from behind, her hands then rise up, squeezing my boobs.
Once, while staring at a large modern art mural, joking about what it might be, she seductively French kisses me with several people watching, even jiggles my bum cheeks. Her bold, uninhibited actions are exciting.
While touring a wing with an exhibit of erotic sculptures and paintings. Rachel is being exceptionally naughty, fondling, kissing, sexually touching both the sculptures and me. I am so horny, the combination of everything, the pornographic artwork, the vibrating balls, her daring, provocative behavior, and severe sexual teasing.
As we near a restroom; I make an aggressive response to one of Rachel's sexual advances; I kiss her neck, my hand goes under her skirt. She pulls away.
"No, I've absolutely no interest in a quickie in a bathroom, I told you that's a waste of time."
"Rachel, you've built me to a frenzied state, teasing me incessantly; I'm ready to explode."
"Precisely, it's called foreplay." She steps back, glaring at me intently.
"Ok, go ahead, take a stall, finger yourself, get yourself off, I'll wait in the car." Rachel turns and hastens away.
{'Wow, what just happened; damn why is Rachel so offended.'}
I rush to catch up to her; befuddled; I settle into the back seat of the limo. She's in her usual position but avoiding looking my way.
"I'm sorry Rachel, I was so worked up, I responded to your provocative advances."
"I'm never interested in a quick spontaneous fuck; I've got a month's worth of fuck buddies on speed dial for that." Rachel glares at me.
"I planned this; the jiggle balls the erotic art exhibit; I thought today would be that special day to start our relationship." She fires up a pinner and turns sideways on her seat.
"I thought you were ready to explore a deeper more meaningful relationship. I guess not."
{'Damn, I've been spurned. This seems serious.'}
"Rachel, I know you don't like quickies, this seemed different I became ravenous, uncontrolled I wasn't thinking rationally, I'm sorry, how was I to know?"
My attempt to apologize, is futile. She refuses to respond.
I remove the toy balls from my soaked pussy and toss them on the seat beside her.
"Thanks, I truly did enjoy them." In a very sincere voice.
Rachel ignores me, giving me the cold shoulder, angry body language.
I sit for a few moments, pondering what to do, it's obvious Rachel needs some time. I need to release this sexual tension she built; I sure could use some toys as she suggested; a huge double header would be perfect right now.
I take out my phone and check my texts. YES, Molly sent me a list of numbers.
