Femme Fatale

"Harder!" I screamed as Brian pumped into me. I was so close to orgasm, and I would not let anything stop. Her tongue me from cumming.

The pounding of flesh on flesh was intoxicatingly loud, but only second to our moans. Brian let out the sexiest grunt as his cum filled my pussy. I furiously rubbed my clit until my juices mixed with his.

As he rolled off of me, we laid there, panting rather loudly.

Brian looked at me and smiled, nothing but love in his eyes. "That was amazing, princess," he said as he kissed my forehead.

"You weren't too shabby yourself, hot shot," I joked, winking at him.

I glanced at the clock and groaned. 9:30 am.

Brian chuckled and got out of bed. I gazed at his beautiful ass as he put his underwear on.

We both got dressed and made our way downstairs. Brian was about to leave on a business trip to France, and this would be my last time seeing him for over a week.

"You'll be fine, my darling," he kept telling me in the weeks prior to the trip. But I didn't feel fine. I felt like a part of me was being wrenched from my chest.

We drove to the airport and I saw him off. He kissed my lips and then my forehead and as he turned to leave, I pulled him back in for one last hug.

He squeezed me tightly and said, "I love you more than anything in the entire universe. It won't be long."

With that, Brian was gone.

-

Three days down, seven to go.

I spent most of my time cleaning up around the house, watching the television, or working. I'm a professional writer, which allows me to work from home. It can be quite lonely at times, but it's actually very relaxing.

Anyway, I decided I needed a break from everything, so I decided to call Mercedes, my best friend.

Mercedes and I met in college. I was studying writing, while she was studying psychology, and we immediately hit it off. I know what your dirty little mind is thinking. "I bet they hooked up."

College was the time of experimenting, but all we did was kiss. And I felt a spark, but I guess she didn't, for, it was never spoken of again. I've considered myself bi since then.

Back to the present. We agreed to see a movie, but we couldn't agree on which movie to see. I wanted to see the new Hobbit movie, while Mercedes wanted to see Gone Girl. I'm not girly enough for that type of movie, so we compromised. We saw both.

I slept through most of Gone Girl, as I'm sure Mercedes slept through most of The Hobbit. After the movies, and by this time, it was 11:30, we went to a nearby bar for some drinks.

Blah, blah, blah, several drinks later, we're somewhat wasted. So, like the responsible young adults we are, we call for rides. Well, I did. Mercedes was within walking distance, and not nearly drunk enough to get lost, so off she went. But there I was. Cold, alone, and in need of a ride.

I started walking after Mercedes, planning on crashing on her couch, when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Someone was leaning against a building, covered in shadows. I found it kind of creepy, but intriguing, so I stopped.

The figure was wearing a trench coat and had a cigarette in their mouth. They started to move towards me. And there I stood. Paralyzed by fear and curiosity. As they drew closer, I realized that the figure was a female.

"What's a pretty lady like you doing in a not-so-pretty place like this?" she asked.

I blushed.

"I just had a few drinks and I was on my way back to a friend's," I replied nervously.

She smiled at my blush.

She was strikingly gorgeous. She had long, chestnut hair. With beautiful green eyes. She had long eyelashes and high cheekbones. Her full lips created a full smile that turned me on a slight bit.

"Do you want to come back with me? I can take care of you," she offered.

I don't know why, but I felt compelled to go with her.

"But I don't know you..." I replied, awkwardly pointing out the obvious.

She giggled at that.

"The come get to know me."

She daintily grabbed my hand and took off running down the street.

-

We reached her apartment about fifteen minutes later. As we climbed the stairs, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful her body was. She was curvy with breasts that could fit perfectly in my hands. Her legs looked like masterpieces. I couldn't help but thinking about about how much I wanted her.

We went into her apartment and she took off her coat and shoes.

"Make yourself at home, er..."

"Jenni," I answered.

She smiled. "What a lovely name. I'm Rose."

"Then obviously not as lovely as yours," I said.

She giggled and walked into the kitchen.

"Make yourself at home, Jenni. I'll get you some water to help with the alcohol in your system.

I removed my coat and my shoes. I was wearing a low-cut blouse and skinny jeans that really did wonders for my ass.

She returned and, once again, I couldn't help but stare at her lovely figure. Her midnight blue dress did wonders for her body, and I wanted nothing more to see it out of the dress.

"So, tell me, Jenni. What do you do for a living? What are your hobbies? Do you have a boyfriend? Girlfriend, perhaps?" she asked.

"Um. I'm a writer," I started. "And I currently have a boyfriend named Brian."

"Ooh, how exciting. What do you write about?" she asked in return.

"Mainly romantic mysteries," I said, starting to flush again.

"Mmm. Any eroticism involved?" she asked.

"Always. I like to think sex spices up the story for the readers. And the characters deserve a bit of happiness for all of the darkness surrounding them."

"Well, said," she said.

"And what about you?" I asked.

"Well, I'm a sales clerk, but I aspire to be the CEO of something someday," she said as she began to get a faraway look her eyes.

I giggled and said, "How wonderful."

Suddenly, her eyes changed. They were glazed over in lust. I panties immediately became drenched.

"Have you ever been with a woman, Jenni?" she asked.

"Not sexually, no..." I murmured shyly.

She asked, "Would you like to?"

I replied by jumping up from the seat and leaning across the table, kissing her beautiful lips.

She kissed back, but twice as aggressive. Soon, our tongues were wrapped around each other. I got off of the table. She grabbed my hand, and I assume she was leading me to the bedroom.

And yes, I was correct. She pushed me unto the bedroom, immediately removing my blouse. As I was not wearing a bra (I was feeling risqué, so what?), my breasts were immediately exposed. She smiled and took my left nipple in her mouth.

I moaned and squirmed and she bit down on my nipple. I grabbed her and rolled her over. I positioned myself over her stomach and removed her dress. Like me, she was not wearing a bra. But I didn't stop there. The panties came off, exposing her beautiful pussy.

Now it was her turn to undress me again. She had a little trouble removing my pants, but eventually, I was pantless, and soon after, stark naked. She began kissing my neck, a major turn on for me. She worked her way down my body slowly, making me wetter and wetter. She took her time on each breast as she went.

After what felt like a millennium, her lips touched my pussy. I moaned incredibly loudly and she giggled. Her tongue entered me and I came right then and there. She never missed a bit and licked up all of my juices.

"My turn..." I panted.

She rotated herself so that her pussy was over my mouth and her mouth was over my pussy. I went to town on her, trying to make her feel even better than she made me feel. I had a two fingers in her pussy, one in her ass, and my tongue on her clit. It didn't take long for her to cum, either.

We were at it exactly like that for what felt like hours when she said, "Okay, okay. Time out, babe."

She got off me, smiled seductively and said, "I have a surprise for you."

She walked to the closet and emerged with two strapons.

"Front door, back door, or both?" she asked.

I was feeling slutty, so I replied, "Both."

She smiled a wicked smile and returned to the bed. I got on my hands and knees, sticking my ass out to her. I fingered myself in anticipation for her cocks.

Soon enough, I felt the lubed head of one of the strapons enter my anus, and the other enter my pussy. The sensation was overwhelming. I came. Again.

She started off slowly pumping into me, but I eventually yelled, "Fuck me harder, you bitch."

That got to her, because as soon as that was spoken, I was being fucked like a dirty whore. Both of the cocks were being thrust in and out of me with such force that I just kept cumming.

I think she got tired, because she pulled out after my twelfth orgasm. We both collapsed on the bed and we cuddled each other.

"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship," whispered Rose before she kissed my lips.

We drifted off into a peaceful sleep soon after.