Kelly takes a risk and unites with Lindsay and Tom again
A cry of ecstasy escaped me as I looked at the two of them, and my fingers churned on my naked thighs.
Lindsay was kneeling on my little bed, up on her hands, her long hair hanging down, as Tom moved in and out of her from behind. Her pretty breasts moved each time he filled her and she thrust back at him to take him deep into her sex. Her face was turned toward me where I sat in a straight-backed chair and watched the two of them fuck. Heavy with lust, her half-lidded brown eyes held mine past the hair framing her face.
I inched the hem of my dress up still higher, baring more of my long legs, opening them, showing her my pussy, wanting her to look at me. I was wet. I was in need. Dragging my fingers up my thighs, I furrowed my own skin as I found pleasure in this moment, wanting her so much, but also wanting Tom, wanting his cock driving into me as it was now going in and out of her.
Only an hour ago, I had looked over the makeshift table I had made up, smoothed out the tablecloth and checked the place settings again. Wine glasses in place, napkins folded, plates waiting. All I lacked was a dinner companion. Or two. There were three places set at the table in my tiny dorm room.
I had moved to the bed again, made up with pillows and throws to seem more like a couch, and rearranged the pillows again. Turning, I surveyed my lair. The place was spotless. A pink scarf was tossed casually over the lamp, giving the room a diffused rosy glow. I wished I had something to drink to calm my nerves, but both of my dinner companions had offered to bring wine, and I had accepted their gracious offers. I hadn't anything of my own.
Getting to this point had taken all my courage. I called Lindsay first. Come for dinner, I had said. We'll hang out, watch a couple of movies. Sure, you can bring wine. And then I called Tom. That was harder. Tom and I had dated last year, and then he just stopped calling me. No break up. No scene. Just nothing. I assumed he had moved on to the next girl of the month. He was an English major, and you know how they are. He also played the guitar in the bars, so he got a bit of feminine attention. He was even a bit notorious.
I was no virgin before we dated, but Tom did things to me that no man had done. Nasty things. Fun things. Things I liked. Things I wanted him to do again and again and again. And then, later, again.
I slipped into the hardly-a-dress I had bought for the evening. I had seen it in a shop downtown and had lusted after it months. It was far too expensive and entirely too sheer for me to actually wear anywhere, but it had looked so nice on me when I had tried it on last fall. It hugged without binding, fell gracefully to drape me and reveal me too. I wasn't wearing a thing under it. This was not an evening for subtlety. I had invited them over to fuck.
I had asked them each to arrive at different times. I knew Tom was always punctual, but I had no idea about Lindsay, and I wanted her there first. She would see that dress, the three place settings, the bed disguised as a couch that was the only comfortable place to sit to watch movies. She would know what was up, and, if she didn't, I would tell her. She was Tom's girlfriend, after all. But she was late already.
Two weeks earlier, the three of us, along with my own date, had gone off for a ski weekend and gotten snowed in at a highway motel along the way. And we had all fucked in the same room. The boys hadn't played together, but Linds and I had, and the boys did us both. I had liked it. I liked it a lot. I wasn't so interested in my date, though having two men in me at the same time was amazingly fine. My date clearly thought I was a little slut from the way he had behaved afterwards though, but he was no great loss. But being with Tom and Lindsay together again, oh that was something I was interested in. Tom and Lindsay and Kelly.
The knock on the door brought me back from my memories of making love to them. I opened it to find beautiful Lindsay standing there in a big old parka. I stepped back to let her into the room. She smiled brightly, then her eyes widened as she really got a look at me in that dress. She started to hold up the wine and say something, but I silenced her with a finger on her lips. Taking her hand, I led her into the room, set down the wine and eased the coat off her shoulders. She was wearing a cute little low-cut top and jeans. I barely had time to take her in before I flowed into her arms and kissed her. Her lips parted and she slipped her tongue to mine as her arms came around me. We embraced and kissed for a long moment. I pulled away, looking into her eyes and seeing questions, then closed my own eyes and kissed her again.
I finally pulled away and lowered my eyes. "Shall I open the wine?" She nodded, not yet quite ready to speak.
I had my back to her, working on the cork when she finally did. I heard her shoes hit the floor as she made herself comfortable. I felt a little thrill. Taking my shoes off is something I do when I anticipate sex later. Was she the same?
"Kelly, you come across as so shy and reserved, then, whammo, you just blow me away."
"Do I?" I turned handing her a glass of wine. I sat down in a graceful and confident manner (I hoped) very close to her.
She curled her knees up in front of her as she leaned against the pillows. "You look very seductive. Are you planning to seduce me?" Her eyes sparkled.
I tossed my hair back and took a sip of win, looking at her over the rim. "Would I have to?"
She laughed. She has a deep, throaty laugh. She leaned forward, giving an excellent view of her chest and touched my leg lightly. "Have you decided that you like girls then? Or is it just me?"
I leaned forward and kissed her again. "I'd never really thought about it—being with another girl—much until the party at Jeni's. And that was a wonderful experience."
Lindsay smiled. We had met and made love there.
"I have thought about it a lot since then. I don't think I have suddenly become a lesbian. I don't think it works that way."
