The morning after running into Kristin my mind was more than a little scrambled. For our paths to cross while I was in the middle of such mind blowing sex was ironic. I could still feel Mark's hands on my butt holding me up high enough to be spiked on his cock so I could ride it. Mark is strong and sexy but still safe enough I can let myself go a little without fear. And I have breached my boundaries a few times already letting him take me how he wanted. Our tryst in the bathroom was another high for me, risky abandoned sex, another of those times one never forgets.
But seeing Kristin again, especially in those circumstances. immediately brought back memories of the two years we lived together while going to school. We were roommates and in that time we got a little crazy. Looking around the school we had noticed guys almost pass around a girl taking each turns with her on different nights or different weeks but obviously working it out with each other. The girl, somehow, passive in the situation.
It annoyed me a little at the time but I got over it.
But when I pointed it out to Kristin she said, "Why should they have all the fun?. We could just as easily pass around a boy or two."
So we did.
We shared three boys in a year and a half, comparing notes, making sure we each got what we wanted and then moving on. It was empowering and fun and we got away with it.
Then one night when we had gotten the schedule confused and ended up with the same boy on the same night. We went through with it anyway. The memory brought shivers of delight to me whenever I stopped to think of it.
Near the end of the night we had all three ended up in bed together the guy laying under us both. Kristin had her pussy locked firmly on the his face with his mouth obviously doing wonderful things to her and I was rocking back and forth enjoying myself immensely while impaled on his cock. At that point Kristin leaned forward, reached her hand behind my neck and pulled me into a passionate kiss. I had kissed women before, gentle passing kisses, kisses of hello and goodbye, but never like this. We were sharing something deeper here. It was a full body and soul kiss and it went on with both of us fully committed until I needed to break it off to breathe. But just before I did Kristin came. I could feel the energy from her orgasm ripple up from between her legs through her body, into my mouth and down to the pit of my stomach where it launched my own explosive orgasm. The two of us were lost to the world wrapped up in feelings so transcendent we forgot where we were, both of us crashing through our orgasms at the same time still locked in our kiss.
Later, on our way home, we spoke only a little of it mostly giggling that we never even knew if the guy had come or not. He had become irrelevant to an experience that created a very strong and specific bond between Kristin and me. As women we were so very different, wanting different things and so over time we comfortably drifted apart in our lives. But that one night and the entire experience of becoming empowered as women linked us together in a way that was unique and lasting. Running into her in the bathroom last night while I was fucking Mark rekindled it all in my memories: the boys, the night, the orgasms and the bond.
I suddenly returned to the present and realized that leaning against the warm vibrating washing machine in my pajamas thinking of that time was seriously turning me on. I could feel the wetness between my legs and realized also that I had been pushing my pussy into the corner of the machine taking in the vibration through my pajamas and panties getting more and more turned on with each moment. So I went with it. Continuing to rub against the accommodating machine I slid my hands up and under my tank top caressing my breasts letting the machine do the work below while I stroked my breasts and then pinched my nipples. And Kristin popped into my mind with her lips locked on mine and I could feel my orgasm building until it released, my pussy flooded and my legs gave out as I slid down to the floor. Oh, my... that was something. That was amazing. My legs were still shaking and I was too weak to get up so I just sat there and recovered and tried to fathom where that had come from.
Slowly as I sat there the thought crept into my mind that I might not mind sharing Mark with Kristin. Maybe, just once. A present for them both. Didn't mean I was letting him go or pushing him away but it was a different level in our relationship and I thought we could ratchet things up a bit. His impending birthday clearly set the stage so I called Kristin.
"Hey, stranger," I said when she answered.
"Recovered from last night?", she asked, a little impishly.
"Why, whatever do you mean?" I replied with my best Scarlet O'Hara voice.
A chuckle on the other end and "Katie Scarlet O'Hara, you behave yourself!" and then a much bigger laugh.
"Want to come over for some dinner?" I asked.
"Not seeing Mark?" asked Kristin.
"We are resting tonight," I said, chuckling myself.
"Well, sure," said Kristin, "I'll bring the wine. Need anything else?"
"Nope," I said. "I've got the fixin's here if you don't mind homemade pizza."
"Sounds good to me," said Kristin.
"Make it six and we'll manage a glass or two of wine while the pizza is cooking."
So she did. And we had girls night and it was wonderful and chatty and we ended up drinking a bit too much wine for Kristin to be driving so I told her to stay.
She was laying on the couch, sheet up to her waist covering lacy panties so that she could retain at least some decorum. I was sitting on the floor facing the very computer where my relationship with Mark started and leaning my head back on her stomach. It was comfortable and I was a little fuzzy from the wine.
"Tell me the story of Mark," Kristin said. "You've been holding back. I can tell. I got that it had something to do with fixing your PC but you never really told me the whole thing."
"Well, I told you already about the trade," I said, "sex for repairs. It just happened. Mark is so, I don't know, comfortable and electric at the same time. I sometimes feel a jolt of heat when he touches me, even innocently. But I feel like we've been together a lot longer than just a few weeks."
"You're hiding something. There's something more," said Kristin. "Come on, out with it."
So I told her about Mark having found the links to spanking sites and his deciding that he should spank me for going to naughty places on the Internet. And how he pushed me over and pulled down my pants and spanked me. And then fucked me when he found how turned on I was.
"So, where did this happen?" asked Kristin.
"Here," I said.
"Where, 'here'?" she said. "Here, on this couch?"
"Well, kind of," I said. "Over the arm of it anyway."
"Mmmmm.... ," Kristin murmured. "Wish I had been here."
Kristin seemed to wiggle a little bit and I caught a scent on the air, a scent that could only be her juices. The wine, the fuzzy brain, the memories of Mark's cock sliding so easily into me all made me very horny. So I turned my head now with my face against Kristin's stomach and slowly pulled down the sheet until those pink lacy panties were in front of me and the scent was even stronger.
"Oh...," said Kristin in surprise. It was more of a guttural sound than I had heard before from her but there was little doubt but she thought what I was doing was a good idea. Slowly, ever so slowly, I slid my nails up her leg moving outside to inside and ending up stroking through the material in the center of her slit.
Kristin jumped and groaned when I softly stroked across her clit, "Oh, God, yes."
She spread her legs some to give me better access and I moved up to my knees so that I could see her and better minister to her needs. With a grin I said, "So, you like this?"
"Jesus, Sarah," she almost cried out, "you know I do."
"Then this will be better," I whispered as I slid the corner of my fingernail under the edge of her panties and scraped down the side of her nearly hairless lips and then back up again. I repeated this several times to her moans and rapidly increasing breath. Now I was so turned on that I needed similar attention to my own pussy. So I reached down inside my pajama bottoms and stroked my lips just as I stroked hers. I then slipped my finger inside me causing my own low moan. Kristin was far from noticing anything other than what my finger was doing to her. I decided to better help her onward so I moved up onto the couch between her legs. Pulling her panties aside I blew on her now very wet lips causing an even larger moan to escape from her mouth. She reached down and touched the back of my head urging me forward. With little thought I complied and began sliding my tongue up and down her slit tasting the tang of her juices for the first time. The taste was honey to my mouth. As much as she and I had shared we had never done this and I now wondered what had taken us so long. But I didn't wonder long. With one hand busy between my legs rapidly stroking myself, the other tweaking her left nipple and my tongue working her clit or plunging into the middle of her pussy lips I didn't have much time to wonder at all. Kristin's breathing continued to build up with an occasional gasp as she neared orgasm and I was not far behind her. "Saraaaaaa......," Kristin nearly screamed as she held my head and tongue hard against her cunt. She was moving her hips up and down in an increasingly frantic motion until I felt like I was in a rodeo hanging onto the bronco with all my strength. And then she became rigid and just let out a very loud moan climbing in pitch ending in a near howl followed by a series of moans as she continued to come for a long time changing from rigid back to a series of out of control bucks pushing her pussy hard into my face. Somewhere in the middle of all of this intensity my own orgasm peaked and crashed, strong but not nearly as intense as Kristin's. We just collapsed together with me still between her legs her scent enveloping me in a wonderful perfume of woman.
I slowly slid up her body until I could kiss her on the mouth.
"That was wonderful, Kristin," I said.
