The trees flashed by me in a blur as I drove home from work in the early afternoon in my little car. "Come on, come on!" I muttered to myself as yet another driver slowed to 60 in the fast lane. I had wanted to get home from work early because my girlfriend had promised a special surprise to celebrate my passing the Comprehensive Exams at school, but now, with the traffic, it looked like I'd most likely be late.
Suddenly a bright red BMW convertible cut in front of me and I had to slam on my brakes to try and avoid hitting it. I screamed and shoved the car into neutral to help me to stop, but it was to no avail, my car's front bumper hit the BMW's back bumper with a sickening crunching sound. My seatbelt tightened around my chest and kept me from flying through the windshield as our cars, locked together, swerved off onto the left shoulder and came to a grumbling halt. I sat in my car, breathless and shaking, trying to collect my thoughts and calm my racing pulse as traffic continued to rush by the right side of my car.
A tapping on my window startled me and I looked up to see the driver of the BMW peering into my car. I rolled down my window and stared at him with a blank look on my face. This whole thing just hadn't settled in yet. "Are you all right?" he asked, "Would you like me to call an ambulance?" he said, waving a cellular phone in the air.
It was then that I got my voice back. "An ambulance?! You'd better use that fucking phone to call your fucking lawyer!" I screamed at him, while trying to unbuckle my seatbelt and clamber out of the car. "What kind of move was that back there? Where did you learn to drive, Kamikazes Driver's Ed?" I yelled as I got out of the car, stood up and promptly fell flat on my ass as my knees buckled underneath me.
The world spun for a moment and the noise of the traffic seemed oddly loud and then I found myself staring at a pair of feet, men's feet in stupid looking birkenstock sandals. The feet flexed and soon tightly muscled calves and bare knees were in front of my face. "Please, I really think you need to see a doctor." said a well modulated male voice. I gingerly rolled off my side onto my back, not caring that my knee length full skirt had twisted up around my thighs, or my white silk blouse was missing a couple of top buttons, as well as turning gray from my laying on the road. My eyes traveled up from the knees, to the study thighs, ripped jean shorts,, white T-shirt stretched taught across a muscular chest, to finally meet his deep brown eyes with a little worry line creasing his brow. I tried to focus on his full lips as he spoke to me, asking me again if I was all right, but the world kept wandering in and out of focus.
Finally, I was able to shake off the wooziness and assure him that physically I was fine, just a bit shocked at what had happened. I explained that I'd never been in an accident before and had never felt such loss of control. He looked at me, smiled a little and I'm pretty sure murmured "What a shame.", but I figured that I was hearing things. By then, the police had arrived and I had regained some of my composure. I listened carefully as he gave the officer his information and learned that his name was Bryan, spelled with a "y". "Well BrYan, " I thought to myself as I looked at the front of my poor little car, "I hope that with that obnoxious car, you have some damn good insurance." My car's front was completely smashed, while the back of his BMW would just need a new paint job. "Figures, " I said to the policewoman "It's the rich guy who always has the least damage to his car." She just smiled and asked for my name and phone number.
My car was undrivable and Bryan, being oh so charitable, offered to give me a ride home after the tow truck disappeared with my car. As I was tired, dirty, very hungry and just wanting to get home, I accepted. I tried to straighten out my clothing as best I could before settling myself into the leather seats of his BMW, but I had to hold my blouse closed with one hand, while I tugged my skirt down with the other. It wasn't exactly graceful, but it worked. We didn't talk much during the ride. I was tempted to ask him what he did for a living or if he always drove like an idiot, but I just gave him directions to get to my house. I mentioned once that my girlfriend must be getting worried about me, and he raised one of his eyebrows. "Girlfriend? You don't look like a lesbian." I shot him a look that would cause the Calistoga Hot Springs to freeze over and he started to laugh. "I'm sorry" He said chuckling, "I've just never seen a lesbian with long curly hair and makeup, wearing a short skirt, stockings, heels, a silk blouse and a white lace bra."
It was the bra comment that was the last straw and as I turned to claw his eyes out with my long painted fingernails, he pulled the car into my driveway. I gathered up my things in silence and got out of the car. I turned to inform him that my insurance company would be calling his tomorrow, but realized that he was no longer in the car, but was standing next to me. "I want to walk you to your house and make sure that you are delivered safely into your girlfriend's arms." He said, propelling me up the walkway. "Besides, I want to see if the butch/femme story is true in lesbian relationships. You are the femme, aren't you?" I decided to just ignore him and hoped he would go away quickly.
My girlfriend, Janet, opened the door and her eyes widened in shock as she saw us. She grabbed me and pulled me close to her and I broke into sobs against her chest. I could hear them talking as she rocked me back and forth, but couldn't make out what they were saying. She brought me inside and led me to the bathroom, where she carefully stripped off my clothes, murmuring softly to me and listening to my hiccup-broken story about what happened. She left me to soak in a vanilla scented bubblebath, my nipples turning a bright pink from the heat of the water, bring me a glass of wine and turn on my new Sarah McLachlan CD.
I looked at her through teary eyes and with a sigh had to agree with Bryan that she is the butch to my femme. Her short brown hair, damp with steam, curled around her ears and she'd rolled up the sleeves on her "Nerdvert" T-shirt before soaping my chest with vanilla body gel. Her small breasts, strained against her shirt and I couldn't resist reaching up with a wet hand to cup them in my palm.
"Hey now!" she said, "I think the patient is going to live." I giggled and pretended to faint. "Oh help, I need mouth to mouth recesitation. " I said in my best Scarlet O'Heara, southern-belle imitation. I was rewarded by the softness of her lips, settling down on mine, her tongue flickering across my teeth. I moaned deep in my throat, as her fingers caressed my soap slick breasts, pulling slightly on my nipples before sliding underneath the water to stroke the slope of my breast.
I was distracted by the sound of discrete coughing coming from outside the bathroom. My eyes flew open and looked over my girlfriend's shoulder to see Bryan, leaning against the doorway with a big smirk on his face. "What the hell is HE doing here?" I yelled at Janet, frantically trying to scooch as far under the bubbles as possible.
She looked at me with this puzzled expression on her face. "I'm not sure why you are so upset, I thought it would be nice to offer him some dinner, considering he was generous enough to drive you home." Janet said, getting up off her knees and taking the towel that Bryan offered her. "Now, let us help you out of the tub."
I started to protest, but a stern look from Janet, not to mention the combination of the wine, the hot water and still feeling a bit woozy from the accident, made it clear that I would need their help to get up.
With Sarah McLachlan, singing "Sweet Surrender" I stood, dripping on the bathmat, while my body was gently patted dry on both sides with soft fluffy towels. I closed my eyes partly to pretend that a man was not seeing my naked body for the first time in many years, but also to give into the seductive sensation of soft cotton being pressed against my warm flesh. My full breasts were carefully dried, then licked with a wet tongue and dried by a breath of warm air. The curve of my hip, smoothed by the towel, then stroked with a firm, gentle touch. My feet were lifted one at a time, each toe individually caressed before the towel inched up my calves to stroke my thighs and behind my knees. I hoped that the towel wouldn't continue its journey upwards, or it would find wetness that would only increase with stroking.
Thankfully, my arms were directed into my favorite purple silk robe and Melody whispered to me to open my eyes. I did and saw her standing before me, with a happy smile on her face. Bryan was no where to be found, but the smell of lasagna and garlic bread was wafting its way down the hallway. "Are you ok?" she asked, looking into my eyes. "Yes, I'm all right and I do wish that people would stop asking me that." "He's kinda cute, isn't he?" she said, "For a guy, I mean." I shrugged, "Ya, for a guy, he's ok, I guess. " I said, not wanting to let on that I thought he was just a little bit more than cute.
As we walked into the dining room, I became aware of just how hungry I was. The sight of the table with three plates full of spinach lasagna, salad, bread and more wine, all lit by candle light, was so welcome I forgot how angry I was that Bryan was still around. If he was nice enough to fix us dinner, then I guess he could stay and eat it as well.
Janet and Bryan chatted throughout the meal, but I kept my mouth busy savoring each taste of food. Maybe it was my near brush with death, but everything tasted incredibly wonderful. The wine, smooth and round in my mouth, balanced the slight spiciness of the lasagna, accented by the crisp crunch of salad. Finally, my plate was empty and my stomach very full. I yawned slightly, hoping to give Bryan a hint to go home, but he and Janet were deep in a debate about Unix versus NT and weren't paying me a bit of attention. I sipped some more wine and watched the candle light flicker off of Janet's face, the half shadows accenting her cheekbones and reflecting in her eyes. I stole a look at Bryan and noticed his wavy brown hair had little blond highlights that caught and held the candle light. He hadn't eaten much, but his long slender fingers played with his fork, turning it over in his hand, smoothing the end of it with a seductively gentle stroking motion.
I looked up to find both of them staring at me. "Umm..What?" I asked, rather flustered and hoping that they didn't realize just how attractive I thought Bryan was. "We were wondering if you were finished eating." Janet said gently. I nodded quickly, wincing a bit as the muscles in my neck spasmed. "What's wrong?" Byran asked. "Neck bothering you." I reached up and rubbed the back of my neck. "It's a bit sore, I think I may have pulled a muscle when you trashed my car." I said.
"Bryan's a masseuse." Janet said. "Why don't you let him see if he can't work the kinks out of your neck while I clean up here." Before I could agree, Bryan was behind me and slipping his hands just underneath the back of my robe, putting pressure on the back of my neck. His hands, although slender, had a wonderful firm touch and soon I gave up resisting him and just let my head fall forward to expose the nape of my neck.
"This would be easier if you were laying down." He said. "I can feel the muscles in your back tensing up just from the position you are in. I also have some massage oil in my bag, but I don't want to get your robe all messed up." "Oh, well I really don't need a massage anyway, but thanks for offering. " I said and started to get up. "My neck is really feeling much better now and it's getting late. I'm sure you'll want to be getting home." "Nonsense." he replied "I want to make sure that you are completely comfortable. It's the least I can do after causing you to be in such pain." I just moaned as his thumb ground down on a particularly sensitive spot and could hardly protest when Janet suggested that the futon would be a perfect spot for a massage. While Bryan got his oils out of his bag, Janet led me over to the futon and started to untie my robe.
"What are you doing?" I said in a stage whisper. "I don't want to be naked in front of this guy." "Oh just relax." she replied. "He's a massuse, he sees naked people all the time. Besides, I'm going to be right here with you." She lowered the robe down my shoulders and the rippling of silk across my breasts caused my nipples to become erect. I blushed and clutched the silk to my chest, before throwing myself face down onto the mattress. My back was bare, but I kept my ass and legs covered and tried to control my breathing. I heard Melody and Bryan whispering for a moment, before I felt his weight next to me on the mattress. I kept my eyes closed and tried to control my breathing and my thoughts. In my mind, I had images that a proper lesbian shouldn't be having and the soft touch of his hands on my lower back, did nothing to help quell those thoughts. Soon though, I found myself relaxing into a little puddle of bliss as Bryan gently massaged and stroked my back, neck and shoulders. With every circular motion of his hands, he pushed my robe down a little further, exposing more and more of my ass. I knew what he was doing, but the massage felt so good that I was beyond caring. "Why don't we just get rid of this." he said softly and pulled the silk completely away from me. I don't think I've ever felt quite so naked, yet so comfortable and safe. He continued to massage my body, the oil dripping down my thighs as he gently massaged my ass and thighs. Not even my calves and feet were spared his administrations and I groaned softly as he slid a finger along the arch of my foot.
"If you turn over, I can do the front of your legs." he said quietly. My breathing stopped for a moment and I lay there and thought about what he was asking. I was wondering what his motives were as well as my own and thought that while maybe he could control himself, I wasn't sure if I could. Then I worried about what Janet would think if she knew what I was thinking and I felt my entire body tense up again. His hands, soothed me and stroked me from my shoulders, down to the bottom of my ass and back up again. Easing the gathering tension and creating a glowing warmth inside of me.
"It's ok hon." I heard Janet say. "I'm right here and everything is ok." I wasn't sure exactly what she meant, but I decided what the heck. Keeping my eyes closed, I slowly turned over and settled my back onto the futon. I could feel my face turning bright red and I wanted to sink into a deep hole, when for the longest time, Bryan did not touch me. Then, gentle, feather-like, fingers settled down on my chest, just below my collarbone. I jumped and opened my eyes, to see Janet smiling down at me. I grinned a silly little grin at her and then groaned when I felt Bryan massaging my feet. This was heaven.
Janet's hands, softer and smaller than Bryan's, gently pressed and stretched my chest muscles, moving up onto my neck and down towards my breasts. Her fingers, slick with oil, grazed the sides of my breasts with every stroke and teased my already hardened nipples.
Meanwhile, Bryan was working his way slowly up my legs, squeezing my calf muscles beneath his hands, stroking the smooth, sensitive skin around my knees. His fingers slowly but surely, inching up my thighs, were and exquisite torture and against all willingness, I let out a moan that was not just from the massage. I could feel my labia swelling and knew that I was wetter than I have ever been.
Janet's hands slipped beneath my breasts and cupped them from below. My eyes flew open and I took in a shocked breath. Bryan's hands continued their kneading, stroking motion, but Janet just held my breasts with her hands and lightly flickered her thumbs across my nipples. "You don't mind, do you?" She purred. "I know you're wet, I recognize the scent of you when you are aroused. You've just been wanting some good hard cock for awhile now, haven't you?"
I was too shocked to answer. This was my Janet? Something was very odd here. She pinched my nipples between her thumb and fingers and pulled slightly. I moaned and arched my back off the futon, wanting, no needing more. "You haven't answered me yet." She said, tugging harder. "Do you want Bryan? Do you want to feel him on top of you? Do you want to feel his big, hard cock sliding in and out of your very wet, very tight pussy? Do you want to feel his balls, slapping against your ass as he thrusts deep inside of you, filling you up completely?" "Oh goddess." I moaned. "Yes, please, yes!" "Good, I thought so." Janet said with a smile in her voice. "I think this will make Bryan a bit happy too."
I opened my eyes to see Bryan, kneeling between my now opened legs, slowly taking off his shirt, revealing a smooth hairless chest with tiny flat nipples. I reached out towards him and pulled him to one side of me, my fingertips tracing over his face, smoothing his cheekbones before he turned his head to suck a finger into his mouth. His tongue, flickered across the top of my finger, while his eyes stared deep into mine. I pulled my finger from his lips and slowly leaned close to him and kissed him. My body felt like it had been shot through with electricity and suddenly I could not get enough of him. I crushed him to me, my breasts flatting against his chest as his tongue invaded my mouth. I inhaled the unfamiliar male smell of him and felt my pussy contract.
Janet's familiar warmth spread along my back as she pressed her naked body against me. Her hands, roaming down my exposed side, pulling my hips back towards her so she could slip a finger in-between my thighs. She rubbed quickly across my clit and I groaned through Bryan's lips. He slid down my body and grabbed a nipple between his teeth. He swirled his tongue around the pebble hardness and nipped at his playfully with his teeth. My sighs were reaching a fever pitch as Melody continued to expertly circle my clit with her fingers and I knew I was going to cum very quickly.
It was her mouth claming mine that caused the welcome, wanted contractions of my pelvis and I felt the orgasm rushing out from my center to all parts of my body. My hips bucked uncontrollably and I screamed from the overwhelming pleasure of it all. I vaguely heard Janet moaning as my ass rubbed against her mons, causing her own mild orgasm.
As I started to come down, Janet moved so that I was laying flat on my back and Bryan moved so that he was above me. "Open your eyes" Janet ordered and I somewhat sleepily complied.
Bryan slowly eased his shorts off, his erection making it a bit difficult. I sat up and greedily took the tip of his cock in my mouth, while he was still wiggling out of his shorts. He stopped and held still as I swirled my tongue around the swollen red tip, dipping into his piss hole before probing the sensitive ridge on the underside. I eagerly slid my mouth down his hard shaft to feel him probe the back of my throat. He moaned above me and placing a hand on my head, pulled me off of him. "Slow down, a bit." He said. "I want to be able to give you what you really want."
I giggled and apologized, but didn't take my hands away from his body as he took his shorts off the rest of the way. I reached between his legs and held his balls in my hands, pulling gently on them and rolling them a bit in my fingers. He moaned and a small drop of precum leaked from the head of his cock. I leaned forward and licked it off with a flick of my tongue and was startled when I heard Janet moan. I looked up and saw her kneeling next to Bryan, kissing him while he fondled her small girlish breasts. I reached over and slowly slid a hand up Janet's thigh, opening her swollen labia with my fingertip and finding the wetness there. I pressed my lips against her pussy and tasted her sweet musk so different from Bryan's saltiness. My tongue danced across her clit and her thighs quivered in response. Bryan's cock nudged against my cheek and left her to engulf him in my mouth, than back to her, until the taste of them became indinstinguisable from each other. "I don't think she really wants to be fucked" Bryan said to Janet, as they watched me alternate between them. "She seems quite happy to just pleasure us both." Janet said in agreement, panting a bit as I slipped a finger up inside of her.
I stopped and looked up at them, my lips glistening from their combined fluids. "I want to get fucked and I want to get fucked right now." I said in a very clear voice and pushed Bryan over onto his back. They both laughed at me and Bryan grabbed the base of his incredibly hard cock and waved it around. "Come and get it!"
I didn't need any more encouragement and swung my leg over his hips. I placed my hand over his and rubbed the tip of his cock across the slickness of my pussy. I placed the head of it against my opening and staring into his eyes, slowly lowered myself down upon him. I felt him, stretching me like no silicone dick ever could, my walls tightening around him as I slid slowly down his shaft. Finally, I was sealed to him, the wetness of my pussy flush against his skin, the tip of his cock gently nudging my cervix. I looked at Janet and she smiled at me, her fingers stroking her clit and diving into her own opening. "Is my baby happy?" she asked. I nodded and grinned before turning my attention back to Bryan who was laying motionless, his hands gripping my hips with his fingertips kneading my ass.
I rocked my hips back and forth and he moaned beneath me. I placed my hand just below my belly button and with a little pressure, could feel him inside of me as I moved back and forth. My clit, ground on his pelvic bone, sending little shock waves up my spine. I raised my hips up and slid up and down on him, taking all of him into me with each stroke. He groaned louder and the grip on my ass tightened. "Feel good?" I asked and got a quick nod in response.
I held myself above him with just the tip of his cock in side of me and bounced up and down, taking just a little bit of him into me with each stroke. His hips raised up off the futon as he tried to shove himself deeper into me. I chuckled to myself and held myself above him.
Bryan looked at me and said "Oh, is that the way you want to play" and he quickly sat up and tossed me off of him and onto my back. I squealed in protest, but that quickly turned into a moan as he plunged his cock deep into me. He pulled completely out and held it just in front of my opening, teasing my swollen folds with the tip of his cock. I raised my hips towards him and screamed with relief as he thrust deep into me. My hands clenched his tight ass, pulling him into me.
I heard a rustle above me and Janet knelt next to me, her pussy just out of reach. "Mind if I join in?" She asked as she swung her leg over my head and straddled my mouth, facing Bryan. I giggled and didn't really think that I had much choice, but I certainly wasn't going to argue. With my pussy full of cock and my mouth full of pussy, I was quite happy and I set to pleasuring her in ways I knew she enjoyed.
Bryan, excited by the view he was getting, increased his speed and with every thrust, I ground my clit into his public bone. As I felt his cock swelling inside of me, my pussy contracted with a strong orgasm. He yelled as he spurted hot liquid inside of me and my pussy squeezed every drop from him. Janet came soon after and my mouth was filled with her own sweet cream as she shuddered above me.
When Janet moved to one side of me, Bryan rolled me over facing her, with him still partially inside of me. I looked at her over Bryan's shoulder and smiled. She whispered "Congratulations on passing your exams, hope you enjoyed your surprise."
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