It Could Have Been Anyone Pt 09

It Could Have Been Anyone - Pt. 09

By Cal Bishop

Author's Note

Alicia goes to a stranger's house as a surprise. But a surprise for whom?

In addition to group sex, this story also is the first in this series with elements of pregnancy/impregnation. You have been warned.

All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Scenarios depicted here are intended to be fun fantasy, but may be illegal, immoral, and/or dangerous if actually attempted in real life. All characters are over 18.

Surprising Variety

Alicia woke up alone to the smell of coffee.

That was normal enough. Her boyfriend Ben usually got up before her, made coffee, and spent weekend mornings playing Overwatch while she slept in, usually until 9 or later, like today. It was unusually quiet, though. So right after going to the bathroom, she checked the rest of the apartment, and sure enough, Ben was gone.

There was a coffee mug on the counter, and a note on it, several typed paragraphs.

How elaborate

, she thought as she read it.

Good morning!

Hope you slept well. I have some errands to run today, but you said you didn't have any plans, so I've arranged a surprise. This one is a bit different than the rest in that you're going to someone else's house instead of having them come here.

The address is 1035 Tracy St. The 91 bus has a stop 4 blocks away or you can just take an Uber or Lyft.

Put the blindfold on when you get to the front porch and then ring the doorbell.

I said you'd be there at 11 AM. Please text me when you're on the way or if you think you won't make it in time.

As always, you can take the blindfold off whenever you want.

Alicia sipped her coffee and stared at the note as if there was a secret code to be deciphered as she thought.

I have time, but do I want to? That gangbang was crazy, and now something new and mysterious? And a new place, and it sounds like Ben might not be there? Is this even safe? But... the last one was so fucking hot. Maybe the new location doesn't matter, maybe it's a change for its own sake, to add a little more mystery.

She finally decided she'd be responsible. She texted Ben.

"Not sure about going. It's not like the last surprise here, is it? That was great but I don't think I can handle that again right now"

She spent literal minutes thinking about whether to send that with an exclamation point, smiley face, or winky face, but ultimately decided on no punctuation.

She stared at her phone waiting for his reply. Finally it came:

"LOL. Definitely not that big/intense. There won't even be two guys there."

Well, that seemed clear enough.

"OK, I'll go. What should I wear?"

"Idk, something cute, but don't worry about it too much. It's not a date"

Well, that was unhelpful. She picked out a black halter top, a denim skirt, and practical sneakers. The top and skirt would be a little showy on the bus, but not out of line with the brunch crowd. Once she was dressed, she had breakfast, watched TV, and generally killed time around the house until it was time to go.

She wore headphones on the bus to fend off harassment but didn't listen to anything, absorbed in her thoughts.

This isn't a gangbang. He wouldn't outright lie about that. What is it, then? And why here, somewhere new? Does whoever I'm seeing have some sex dungeon even more advanced than Gene and Vivian's? That's hard to imagine. Of course, it's also easier to get to this place than theirs. But I'd be a lot more comfortable at their place than some place new.

She didn't have the bus to herself. One couple in their thirties or forties was on it with a small child before she got on and rode it all the way. Half a dozen elderly men and women came and went for brief trips. One woman with three small children got off at the same stop as her and Alicia worried about someone seeing her put the blindfold on, but fortunately, they went different directions after crossing the street.

By the time Alicia had walked two blocks, she wished she had taken a cab. The house happened to be uphill from the bus stop, there weren't many trees on the sidewalk in this neighborhood, and it was already 90 degrees.

Good thing I wore sneakers

, she thought grumpily, trying to fan herself with one hand.

When she reached the address, she studied the house from the sidewalk for a moment. Like most in the area, it was a townhouse, and the first floor was well above ground level. She climbed a dozen concrete steps to the actual porch, through a small, dense flower garden. She looked around one more time. Someone was walking their dog on the other direction, near the end of the block. The residential block was otherwise quiet and still, but it was a weekend; that could change any minute.

The blinds in the house's windows were down and mostly shut, making it impossible to see what the interior of the house was like. The flower garden was tended but small and not too fancy; Alicia couldn't guess whether the owner was an avid gardener with something bigger in back, a careless gardener trying to keep up appearances, or used the place as an Airbnb.

I'm not going to find any more clues out here. I might as well go in.

She got the blindfold out of her purse, briskly tied it on, rang the doorbell, and waited, her heart pounding.

The door made a swinging noise. Alicia flinched when the security door swung open and nudged her shoulder.

Whoops! I forgot to give whoever it is room to open the door!

"Sorry," she muttered, stepping to the side. She felt a gust of wind as the door swung open again, followed by a steadier cool breeze as air-conditioned air escaped.

"Come in," said a voice from inside. Alicia reached out and found the door frame with her hand. She stepped into the cool house. Someone took her hand, led her in, around a corner. Then they let her go for a moment. She heard the door close. She heard the floor creak as whoever had let her in walked around her, saying nothing.

Maybe he's married and it's easier to be sneaky here than at our place. Maybe he's married and he doesn't WANT to be sneaky, he wants to fuck me right in the bed he shares with his wife. Maybe it's an Airbnb being used by some businessman and he'll fly across the country tonight and this is his only chance. Maybe it's an Airbnb being used by four college students and they'll take turns fucking me over and over again. No, Ben said it wasn't a gangbang. But maybe they tricked him...

She still had no more information than she did when we got on the bus. Her imagination would turn curiosity into arousal easily, but if she didn't have anything to work with, it would become annoyance, just like anyone else. "Hello?" She finally asked.

"Alicia, right? I've heard a lot about you." She didn't recognize the voice, which didn't surprise her. It was a woman's voice, which did.

"... Actually, call me Sarah," she said slowly, using the name she had used at the first kink lifestyle party.

Maybe Ben offered me to her and her husband to be their first threesome. Maybe she's interested in exploring something same-sex for the first time. Maybe she's a madam and I'm auditioning for a new career...

"Okay, Sarah. What would you do if I asked you to take off your top?" the voice asked.

"I'd probably do it," Alicia said with a teasing smile. "Why, is that the sort of thing you're likely to ask me for?"

The woman laughed softly. "Yes. Take off your top, please."

"Wow, most people in your position don't bother with 'please'," Alicia joked.

"How rude," the woman said.

"Eh, I don't mind," Alicia said as she untied her halter top and whipped it off over her head. "If we're in this position, why not get down to business?"

"Interesting attitude," the woman said. She thumbed one of Alicia's nipples, perky from the attention and air-conditioned air, and then the other, tickling Alicia, making her tremble and breathe hard. Then the strange woman asked, "But, down to business? Do you know why you're here?"

"Well, I..." Alicia trailed off.

I assume it's sex, but I don't actually know. I'm going to be the model for an art class.

She was saved from trying to guess the most likely plan when the woman kissed her.

It was definitely the woman at the door. The floor was creaky enough that Alicia would have heard someone else approach, and the soft lips had the smell of a fruity lip gloss Alicia couldn't imagine a man using, and as Alicia kissed her back and the kiss intensified, her partner's chest pressed against hers, which clearly had the curves of a pair of breasts behind the silky shirt.

Huh. Ben said there wouldn't be two men here. I assumed that meant there would be one, but maybe there's zero men here. Maybe it's just me and her

.

Alicia wrapped her arms around the woman, getting into the kiss as she imagined the possibilities. She had had oral sex with other women at lifestyle parties, both giving and receiving, but it had always been either foreplay for a good fucking or recovery from one. Focusing on another woman would be a new experience. It made her nervous, but excited.

Eventually Alicia broke the kiss, gasping. "So is the plan to stay here in the doorway the whole time? Is there a couch you'd like to lead me to? Or maybe a bed?" She asked with a smile.

"Take your shoes off first," the woman responded. "And you might as well take the rest of your clothes off, too."

"Oh, it's that kind of house!" Alicia said saucily. She kicked off her sneakers, peeled off her socks, and shucked her shorts and panties. She left them at her feet. Not knowing what else to do, she clasped her hands behind her back, displaying her perky breasts and landing strip for anyone who might be watching. Or to a coat rack, for all she knew.

"Give me your hand," the woman said. Alicia held her hand out. The other woman took it and pulled Alicia gently back and to the right. "We're going upstairs now, okay?" She asked.

"Sure."

The woman carefully led Alicia to a staircase, up it, around a corner, and down a short hall. Alicia bumped her hips on the railing of the staircase; the hall wasn't wide. Alicia heard the floor creak a little as they walked, but nothing else. The woman led her to a room at the end of the hall.

Alicia had the brief sense of a large, comfortable bedroom - more ambient light shone through the blindfold, the woman had let her go without a warning about bumping into anything, and instead of wood floor Alicia felt a shaggy rug under her feet - but she didn't have time for more than that before hands seized her head and pulled her in for another kiss.

It was surprisingly pleasant. Alicia was used to Ben's simple horniness, and the wanton, carnal fucking most of her mystery partners had given her in recent months. She had got off with other women now and then at lifestyle parties, but her mind was usually at least somewhat on the men nearby likely to join in. Now, though, there were no men nearby as far as she knew, no one likely to join in, and Alicia was in the moment in the kiss in a way she rarely experienced.

The mysterious woman wrapped her arms around Alicia's back, intimate but not insistent, and Alicia did the same, but all their attention was on their lips, pressing, teasing, sharing. The woman didn't grope Alicia's breasts or butt immediately, even though they were already bare. Alicia felt the woman's breasts against her own, but mostly covered by a bra and shirt with just a hint of bare skin between cleavage, like she was the one intruding on the woman's space rather than the other way around.

She isn't even taller than me, like maybe every man I've ever been with was!

Alicia thought.

She might not be used to being the forceful partner, making the first move, any more than I am!

So Alicia decided to do something about that. She started gently, by slipping her tongue out of her mouth as they kissed, first licking, and then sliding between the other woman's lips. She felt them curl into a smile, heard a light gasp. There were no words, though, and no dominance established, just rising passion from both sides.

Alicia ran her hand down the curve of the woman's back, over her shirt, down to her ass, not groping or squeezing, just gently rubbing, exploring, even as the woman's hands stayed a decent height on Alicia's back. Finally the woman broke the kiss and spoke. "I thought you were straight," she said, but her tone made the playful intent clear.

"I call bullshit," Alicia said, teasing her back. "How did you hear about me, arrange this, without having any idea of what I'm like? What I've done?"

"Okay, so maybe I had a clue," the woman said. "But I thought you were, you know, male-oriented enough that there might be a problem." Their lips were occupied with talking, but their bodies were still pressed together. Alicia could hear cloth being pulled on, felt tension in the woman's shirt, and suspected she was unbuttoning her top. A quick snap, and the bra was undone too.

"Maybe I was a year ago," Alicia admitted. "Maybe I'd still tell most people I was. But there's something about this situation that gets me so... so..."

"Eager to experiment?" The woman asked, wrapping her arm around Alicia again and pressing their chests together, now with much less clothing separating their boobs, and no support provided by it.

They're bigger than mine. Definitely natural. Would Ben like the look of them? Does she like to have them played with, like Vivian likes when men are fucking her? But then, does Vivian actually like the feel of that, or is it just about what that does for the man?

"Yeah, something like that," Alicia answered, one hand stroking the woman's cheek, the other roaming down her side until she encountered the woman's pants - jeans, by the feel of them - and lingered idly.

"I'll be happy to help," the woman said, resting both hands around Alicia's neck. She spoke with her forehead resting against Alicia's. "I know you've been with women before. But I'll bet we can find a few things that are new to you. Help you experiment. Are you interested?"

Alicia's heart pounded. Her pussy was soaked but her mouth was dry. "Yes," she said.

"Good," the woman said. There was a rustling of cloth, as if the woman was removing her clothing. She took Alicia's hand and put it on the bed to the side. "Come up here with me, okay?" She asked.

"Okay," Alicia said, climbing onto the bed carefully.

Is she going to go down on me, show me how it's really done? I've sixty-nined a woman before, but it's hard to listen or talk in that position. Does she want me to go down on her, to coach me on what she wants as I'm doing it, or maybe just to force the straightish girl to go fully gay?

The woman led Alicia to a relaxed position on the bed. With brief, gentle words and gestures, the woman positioned Alicia's head on a pillow and one arm under her.

"Are you comfortable?" She asked.

"Fine," Alicia said as she put her free hand on the woman's hip. Sure enough, she was naked. "But you know, we don't have to take it so slow."

The woman snorted, but put her hand on Alicia's hip in turn. "You think this is slow?" she asked. "What if I don't want to go any faster?"

"Um. Okay, sure, that's fine," Alicia said.

There was silence for a moment, just long enough for Alicia to wonder why, and then the woman kissed her. It wasn't a surprise this time. The branching possibilities in Alicia's mind had narrowed to little more than this. She was as fully in the moment as she ever was with the blindfold on.

She strongly suspected the other woman was fully in the moment too, her lips caressing Alicia's, her tongue flicking now and then but mostly just kissing, her hand gliding over Alicia's skin, occasionally brushing the curve of her boob or sliding between her thighs or around her back but mostly just up and down the curves of Alicia's side.

Alicia did the same as they kissed and embraced. Maybe she stroked the woman's boob more often, gently pinched the nipple, barely more than tweaking it, or caressed the woman's butt further, exploring the curve between her ass and her thigh, but it resulted in no response, no escalation. Alicia might have done more, but the woman's top leg was over her bottom leg, so she would have to be pushier than usual to reach the woman's pussy.

Alicia raised her knee, spreading her legs, inviting more intimate contact. Maybe the other women's hand roamed that way more often, brushed between her thighs even closer to Alicia's pussy, but that was it.

Finally she couldn't take it anymore. "Are you trying to make me beg?" she asked, breathing hard, breaking the kiss.

The other woman chuckled and said, "No. I was just enjoying myself. We have all day. But if you want more..." With that she traced her hand between Alicia's leg. Alicia trembled as one finger slid over her mound, down along her slit, and then kissed Alicia again.

The woman raised her hip, and Alicia traced her hand between her thighs, a little thicker than Alicia's, over the woman's public mound.

She's shaved to a landing strip, just like me. Does she do so normally? Or did she do it because she knows that's what I do? What does she know about me, anyway? How did Ben find her, or she him?

She was tempted to linger, to work on the woman's clit, but instead she copied the woman, tracing a finger along the other woman's pussy lips.

They mirrored each other, running their fingers up and down the other's labia, up and down, trembling but not needing or wanting to do anything else just yet. The other woman's pussy was puffy and slick with secretions and Alicia was sure hers was too. Alicia wasn't sure who slid their finger between the others' labia first, but they continued to mirror each other as their middle fingers slid easily into each other. They rubbed around their partner's mound with the heel of their hands, more teasing the clit than really stimulating it, but Alicia was sure that would come soon enough.

Alicia broke the kiss, breathing hard.

More

, she thought. She fumbled clumsily, adding her ring finger to her middle finger, fucking the other woman with her fingers more vigorously. The woman gasped and moaned, but when she finally found words, they weren't what Alicia expected. "Wait, stop," she gasped.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" Alicia asked, pulling her fingers out with a wet noise.

"Heh. No, not at all. But I wanted this to be about new things for you."

"Oh. Um, thanks," Alicia said, blushing. The woman pulled her arm out from under Alicia's body and her weight shifted on the bed like she was getting up. Alicia heard a buzzing noise. "Is that a vibrator?" she asked. Alicia had a vibrator, a little rabbit that had been used only three times since she started dating Ben over two years ago, but this sounded bigger.

"Yes. You might have used one before, but probably not quite like what I have in mind," the woman said. The buzzing stopped, and then the woman climbed on the bed again, nestled one arm under Alicia again. The woman nudged Alicia's mound with something rubbery; the head of a wand vibrator, Alicia guessed. The woman rubbed up and down, moistening it with Alicia's juices. Then she returned to the top of Alicia's slit and turned it on.

Even though Alicia was very horny and ready, the immediate vibration was shocking anyway. She gasped. She felt the woman's weight move, something settle on the other side of the bed, but couldn't think about it too much with the intense sensation throughout her clit and pussy.

Alicia came to her senses when the woman's breasts rested on her own. Alicia noticed the woman's legs positioned around her and the woman gasping herself. Alicia ran her hand down the woman's body.

Oh my god, she's using the vibrator with me

, Alicia thought feverishly.

We're going to get off together

. The other woman was tense, supporting her weight just because she was more on top, but otherwise seemed to be focused on her own pleasure as much as Alicia's.