Jillian propped her head on her left arm and hand. She looked at Michael and Cindy with bright eyes and a wistful gaze. The room absolutely reeked of musky sex. Michael was sprawled on his back, arms and legs both on and near both women. Cindy lay on her belly looking at Jillian with a look on her face quite similar to that of her cousin.
Jillian spoke, "I gave it a lot of thought. I'm not taking the job. As much as I'd like to move back home here, that job's really not right for me. Maybe it'll work out for me later on down the road, but I'm not taking just any old job so I can move back here."
"Wow, I'm really sorry that it's not going to work out. I was really looking forward to having you back, but I understand. I mean, you've got to do what you think is best for you. It is your life and it's got to be your decision. But do you think we could see a little more of you?"
There was pure mischief in her eyes as Jillian answered, "No, I really don't think so. I'm naked. There's nothing left to see."
All three burst into gales of laughter. It took some time, but it finally died off to chuckling.
Jillian spoke again, "Anyway, I'm catching a flight out in the morning. The company expects me back at my old job whether I transfer or not. They'll be happy. Nobody was too thrilled with having me leave. I don't know if it's because I'm really good at my job, or if it was just about having to find a replacement for me."
"Oh, Jillian," Cindy said, "Where would they find anybody to replace you? You're smart, you're hot and you taste delicious. How do you find anyone who's all those things?"
"Flattery like that could land my head between your legs, little girl," Jillian answered.
"Omigod, no," Cindy said, without thinking, "I don't think my little pussy can take anymore.
Cindy and Jillian were looking at each other and, as soon as those words left Cindy's mouth, both girls' eyes became wide. Jillian's eyes were wide with quizzical surprise, while Cindy's expression was one that wished to take back the words she'd just spoken.
Michael, who had been relaxing in the midst of the two, suddenly sat up and crossed his legs. He looked intently at his wife, but her back was to him. Jillian glanced from wife to husband, and back again. Nothing was said for several moments. Jillian, watching both Michael and Cindy, waited in the silence. Cindy's face was pleading with her, and Jillian got the distinct impression that her cousin was saying, "Please don't leave me alone in here right now." Jillian watched the look on Michael's face. He was obviously deep in thought, but Jillian could not figure what might be transpiring inside his head. The silence stretched on.
Suddenly, Michael swung his legs off the bed. "It is really late," he said, "and I have a class tomorrow morning first thing. I'm going to let you ladies have full custody of the bed. So, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to head out to the living room and try to get some sorely needed sleep. I'll see you in the morning before you leave won't I, Jillian?"
"Of course you will. I never just fuck and run, Michael."
He chortled in response and, much to Cindy's great relief, bent down and kissed her good night. He did the same for Jillian, then left the room, shutting the door behind him.
Seconds later, her eyes still bright, Jillian looked Cindy right in the eyes and said one word, "Spill." Cindy did just that, complete with all of the hot, wet, sweaty details. Jillian had insisted on those.
As Cindy described the development of her relationship with Curt, the heat that was glowing between Jillian's legs became even more intense. Watching Michael and Cindy had excited her, but listening to Cindy's sexual escapades with Curt accelerated her into a whole new level of lust.
In years past, Jillian and Cindy had enjoyed each other's bodies. Thrust together in bed during family visits as girls, they had experimented with sex at first, then had gone on to become adept at pleasing each other. For her part, Jillian still fucked girls, although she generally preferred men. Cindy, however, had not been with another woman since her furtive, teenaged encounters with her cousin.
The two women sat naked and cross-legged on the tangled sheets and blankets, the room smelling richly of sex. Cindy described her middle-of-the-night encounter with Curt in the section of the hospital that was under construction. Jillian slid closer as she listened, and stretched out one leg. The blonde's skin softly slid against Cindy's naked thigh. There was a brightness in Jillian's eyes as she listened, her focus intent. She looked deeply into Cindy's eyes, and a smile, almost like that of the Mona Lisa, played on her lips. Jillian's breathing was become more rapid. Now Cindy replayed the details of her wild, intense afternoon of sex with Curt, being tied up, being fucked up the ass. As the scenario was laid before her, Jillian inched ever closer to Cindy, who was lost in the telling of her story. Jillian's left hand stroked Cindy's leg. Jillian uncoiled her left leg and wrapped it around behind Cindy. Scooting just a little closer to Cindy, Jillian's pussy was now touching Cindy's left foot. Jillian's hand slid right up Cindy's side to her upper arm, her shoulder and entwined in her hair.
"What are you doing?" Cindy asked.
"I want us to do it, like we used to," Jillian answered huskily.
"I can't," Cindy answered, "I have a really sore pussy and, besides, I'm worried about Michael...how he's going to take this, how he's going to feel in the morning when he thinks about how his wife came home with cum dripping all over the place."
Jillian leaned back, her arms behind her now, "You don't need to worry about that at all. In the first place, when you walked through the door Michael was in here fucking me, and he knows that. In the second place, I'm going to have a little talk with your husband before I leave in the morning, and we're going to get everything straight in his head. I can guarantee that. Now, then, your pussy might be sore, but maybe you could give mine just a little attention. I'm not going to be able to sleep after you telling me all about your big, black lover."
With that, Cindy smiled at her and the two slid sideways into an embrace. Easing down onto the bed, their mouths melted together as their bodies pressed and rubbed, skin on skin. Their hands roamed as they kissed each other. Jillian moaned and rolled onto her back. Cindy laid atop, pressing her cousin's legs apart. She pressed her groin against Jillian's sex and, using her pelvic bone, applied pressure to the blonde's swollen clit. Jillian writhed and humped, kissing Cindy and whimpering into her mouth.
Cindy broke off the kiss. She raised herself up just a bit and, trailing light kisses down Jillian's neck, she sucked each of her nipples in turn. She kissed and nibbled across Jillian's abdomen until, lying on her belly between her cousin's thighs, she breathed hotly onto the dripping pussy before her face. Cindy kneaded Jillian's heavy breasts, then lightly kissed and licked her pussy. At this, Jillian grasped two handfuls of Cindy's hair and began fucking her cousin's face. Cindy expertly licked and fed on the fat, quivering clit, fingered the steaming pussy and ran the other hand all over Jillian's squirming body until the pale, lush body exploded in a crescendo of orgasms. As she came, Jillian wrapped her legs tightly around Cindy's head, making it very hard for her to breathe. Still, Cindy stayed with her, licking and sucking to intensify and increase the number of orgasms for Jillian. It worked. Jillian came and came and came, finally relaxing in tiny quivers of post-orgasmic spasms.
