Update: I rewrote the opening scene of this segment, based on reader feedback, which I couldn't argue against. I think chapters 54 and 55 flow great together in my manuscript, but up here on the site, with so much time between segment submissions, it didn't feel write. So, here you go. Hope this does Amy and Violet more justice, which they deserve.
I'm sorry it took so long to submit this, but as I've said many times in my status updates, life has been really busy lately. Thank you so much for the comments and the surge in voting, and please keep it up. Voting and comments are the only way I know how I'm doing on this story.
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So, as it turns out, Violet and I made an absolute mess of the couch. I won't go into details. It was...well, just trust me. Anyway, after cleaning up after ourselves, we had a quick breakfast and shared a hot bath, me reclining at one end of the tub, her at the other. We spent the time catching up. She and Holly were doing great, despite Violet professing her love for me less than an hour before. She wasn't sure if their relationship was going to be a long term thing or not, but she hoped it would.
So far, so good, it seemed. They'd already made plans to spend Christmas with Holly's parents down in Texas. In my book, meeting the parents was always a big deal. Violet told me she was nervous at first, about Holly bringing her girlfriend home, but then Holly reminded her that her parents were well aware that she was gay, so Violet had nothing to worry about.
I sat across from Violet with my right foot propped up on her chest between her breasts, watching her massage my foot. It was heavenly.
"So, you love me, huh?" I grinned.
Violet looked up from my foot and smirked, then she briefly tickled me, making me lurch upright in the tub. After our giggling subsided, I asked her, "Why didn't you say anything before?"
She raised an eyebrow, but didn't answer.
I shrugged. "Things might have..."
She interrupted me with, "...turned out exactly the way they are now."
I wasn't sure what to say to that, so I just sat there like a mute idiot.
"Sarah's perfect for you, Amy," she told me with a little smile. "She loves you so much, and I know you love her."
"But what about you?" I asked.
She shrugged. "I'm happy." Then she smirked again and transformed to her usual bubbly self. "So long as I have at least one magical size-adjustable girl-cock in my life, I'll be fine."
I laughed and splashed her with bathwater.
"But," she raised an eyebrow and said seriously, "I'll expect Sarah to share you with me now and then."
"
You
wouldn't share me," I teased.
She cocked her head. "Don't have much of choice in that, now do I?"
She was being playful. I knew that. Still, it struck a guilty cord in me.
"And Holly will be okay with this?"
Her voice dropped an octave. "She doesn't have much of a choice either, unless something changes between us."
"Like what?" I asked.
She smiled. "Like me loving her as much as you and Sarah love each other."
I nodded and couldn't help but feel a little sad. My friend was in love with me, but I was in love with Sarah, madly, deeply, with every fiber of my being. The simple fact was that Violet couldn't have me, because I simply couldn't give myself to her. So much of me was in love with Sarah that there wasn't enough of me left to give. That made me wonder about Trevor. Was there enough of me left for him?
"Hey," she snapped playfully, dropping my foot back into the water and crawling up over me, straddling me in the tub, the tips of her breasts dragging up my small boobs. "Quit being so serious."
When I smiled and gave her a nod, she smiled back and kissed me. I smoothed my hands up her thighs in the water and her tongue pushed past my lips. She kissed me with both love and lust, heat and feeling, friend and lover. I felt her soft silken cleft rub against my stiffening shaft and I cooed into her mouth. Soon I was thrusting my hips - as best I could, at any rate - relishing the feel of her sex opening against my swollen rod.
"Despite what you may have read in romance novels," she told me, kissing me again. "Sex in water sucks ass."
I chuckled and smoothed my hands up her sides, cupping her huge tits in my hands and gently rolling her big nipples between thumb and forefinger.
"Mmm," she cooed against my mouth, gave my lips a swipe with her hot tongue. "Let's move this to the bed."
I smiled, loving the feel of her lips against mine, her soft slippery body with almost no space between us. "I thought you were supposed to be helping me this morning."
She grinned against my mouth, reached between us and wrapped her hand around my cock. "I am helping you, sweetie."
"Helping me do what, exactly?"
"Fuck me," she replied huskily, squeezing the end of me.
I sighed at the feel of her and asked, "Is that an answer or a demand?"
She smiled and nibbled my lip, whispering against my mouth, "Both."
Violet crawled out of the tub and took my hand, guiding me out and to the bedroom. We toweled ourselves off by the bed, but she had a lot more hair to dry out than I did, so I was finished before her. Her arms were up, hands above her head, and her towel was covering her face, but her gloriously curvy body was in full view.
I could never get over how incredibly sexy Violet was, and I don't think I ever would either. Her breasts were so big and full. I swear they were bigger these days. They sagged just a little under their tremendous weight, but they looked perfect on her. Her waist was narrower than her shoulders, and her hips flared out wonderfully. Below that, my eyes fell to her pillowy mound, so soft and smooth, the top of her slit just barely visible when she stood with her legs together.
I couldn't just stand there and do nothing, and found myself dropping my towel and closing the distance between us. I reached around and up, grabbing hold of both her wrists behind her head with one hand, pinning them there, and the front of my body nestled against hers while my hard cock pushed between her thighs.
Violet smiled, the lower half of her face uncovered by the towel.
I kissed her soft full lips lightly, giving them a swipe with my tongue, and a shivering sigh escaped her. Still holding her wrists, I kissed and nibbled her chin and down her neck. A few beads of water still graced her skin, and I kissed and licked them away, down her chest. She tasted so fucking good that my cock throbbed between her legs, the wide shaft of me pushing up into her wet slit.
"Like what you see, sweetie?" she asked teasingly.
I grunted an affirmative and kissed my way over her left breast, down the slope of it, avoiding her nipple with my mouth but letting my chin rub across it.
"Gawd, Amy," she moaned softly, trying to free her hands, but I held her wrists tightly. Instead, she moved her hips back, then forward, rubbing her warm wet slit over my shaft. She thrust her hips back and forth while I kissed down the side of her breast, and when I pushed my face under her tit and began kissing the soft sensitive skin where her titflesh joined her abdomen, she cooed for me.
Something about the delightful sound she made forced me to draw back and look at her. Violet was one of my dearest friends, so important to me, and I loved her, but she was also the hottest fucking woman I knew. I adored Sarah's body, so don't get me wrong, but Violet was a sex goddess, plain and simple. Holly once told me that with Freyja's gift, our bodies were made for sex. She was wrong. If anyone was made for sex, it was Violet.
Still rubbing her hot cleft over my shaft, Violet leaned forward and opened her mouth, searching for mine. I gave her a delicate kiss, teasing her. She tried again, and again, getting more frustrated, more impatient.