Author's note: This is the third in a progression of stories I wrote under my previous, and now strangely inaccessible name, Phobos&Deimos. ("Going Down?" and "Suddenly Sapphic") It is not essential to read them first to enjoy this story, but it will provide a little background and I wanted to give readers a heads-up to my other work thus far... Enjoy.
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"You do WHAT?" I asked, shocked.
"We make love sometimes... Lily and I... We've been doing it for about six months or so, since our first encounter in the elevator. I'm sorry I never told you. Are you okay, Jason?"
I lay in the bed with my girlfriend of roughly six months. We were naked, our bodies still glowing and hot from our recent lovemaking. Janice was cuddled firmly in my arms, our favorite way to sleep. Where normally her head would be resting on my chest, she had raised up to look me in the eyes as I struggled to absorb the sudden revelation she had presented me. My beautiful, wonderful girlfriend, the most perfect woman I'd ever loved, had just told me she had regular sexual encounters with her roommate and best friend, Lily. How was I supposed to react? On one hand, she was sort of cheating on me. On the other, she was having a lesbian affair and I couldn't compete with that. And their relationship technically started before ours...
"What do you want me to say? I mean, I guess I don't have a problem with it, since it's Lily and she's another woman, but I should, because it's no different than if you did it with another guy... I don't fucking know..." I thought I should pull away from her, but didn't.
"It's not like it's another guy at all," she interjected. "I could never do that to you, because I love you so much. With Lily, we're such good friends and it's an emotional thing." She shifted and looked me straight in the eyes. "She was a comfort and release for me when I really needed it. When we first started dating, we took things really slow, because we had something special developing, which I was so grateful for. But I really wanted to jump you sometimes, and Lily helped me deal with those...urges. It became a regular habit for us, like having 'girls night in' or something. "
I was quiet for a moment as I looked at her looking at me. There was fear in her eyes that she'd done and said something wrong and worry that I would be angry. But I wasn't. I couldn't be. She had been honest and explained her reasons to me. Besides, what guy wouldn't want a girlfriend who gets funky with her gal pal? I know I'd fantasized about it more than once.
I grinned at Janice. "Couldn't you have just masturbated like I did whenever you got me worked up?"
Janice relaxed visibly. She snuggled in on me again and giggled. "Sorry, dear, but fingering myself or having a hot girl do it for me is not a tough choice. So, you're okay with this?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "I just wish you'd told me before. I think I suspected you of some lesbian tendencies, but I didn't realize you were indulging them. All I ask now is for details."
Janice giggled again, obvious relief in her eyes as she pressed herself into me once again. She slid one knee between my legs, grinding her sex into my hip at the same time. "That will have to wait. Right now, I want to reward your open-mindedness."
Her lips were on mine with fervor, her tongue exploring my mouth with intensity. Despite our recent romp, my cock was responding to my newfound libido with little effort. I wrapped my arms tightly around Janice' soft, but toned, body, pulling her in to cover me. I loved the feel of her body pressed down on mine.
Janice straddled my stomach as she pulled away from our kiss. Her moist pussy tickled my belly as my fully erect dick pressed against her ass. Feeling that, she ground her butt against me, making me groan loudly. She didn't toy with me for long, though, as she positioned herself to impale upon me. She paused and smiled down at me, shaking the lower half of her body and laughing lightly.
I growled and grabbed her waist, pushing her down as I thrust up to meet her. My rock hard maleness slid deeply into her well, it's warmth and pulsing tightness embracing me, sending heat and pleasure from my groin throughout my body. Janice cried out softly and we held that position for a long moment before she began to slowly bob up and down, never allowing my cock to slide more than halfway out. I had learned early in our sexual adventures together that she enjoyed being in control and setting the pace, and I had no problem accommodating her. I rarely had the all-too-male urge to dominate sex, figuring that whatever she was enjoying, I would enjoy, too.
Janice pumped up and down in ecstasy for several minutes. Between my own erratic thrusts and groans, I watched my beautiful girl getting off atop me, her short, blonde hair bobbing around her face in its contortion of passionate open-mouth gasps and occasional lip-biting, eyes half-closed. Her hands were busy with their usual wandering, moving seemingly independent of her mind; sometimes caressing my chest, arms, face, legs; sometimes sliding across her own body, rubbing her stomach, cupping and tweaking her perky, bouncing breasts, wrapping herself in a hug; or simply spread to her sides as if she felt like she were flying. I think sometimes I enjoyed our lovemaking solely for the purpose of watching her like this and marveling at whatever role I had in her pleasure. I had learned to control my own orgasms to coincide with hers and allow her whatever time she needed like this.