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."