A Betty's Pledge: Volume One (18 page)

When I figured out the link, it was like a reprieve for me. Perhaps I wasn’t destined
to be some crazy broad with six cats and a sour attitude. I’d realized my cure.

Well, it was Mina who pointed it out to me, but it was the results that counted. Still,
my best friend was determined that I needed more, telling me that I had to get laid
good and proper to squelch that ache for more than a day or so, hence my application
to the Grants.

Now that I was here, I was really hoping to find a man who could take me to the place
my body craved. Yes, I could give myself orgasms until my clit went necrotic, but
I’d heard that nothing topped coming with a nice hard cock inside.

But my experience with selfish men didn’t leave me optimistic. In fact, as I felt
Diane’s tongue doing wicked things to my body, I wondered whether I should even risk
the disappointment of sex with a man. Diane was attentive and respectful, not self-indulgent
in the slightest. If anything could make me swear off men, it would’ve been that experience.

Still, I wanted to possess what she experienced with Nate. The euphoria he brought
her was evident in her expression. So when she’d finished bringing me to climax again,
I pulled my body from beneath her, just watching enviously as Nate quickly flipped
her over and plunged into her.

For one small second, I wished that Diane wasn’t so stingy with her man. I could tell
that Nate knew what the fuck he was doing. His movements were not rushed or frenzied.
In fact, it seemed that he thought about each time he pushed into her, because every
thrust was from a different angle. He’d study her face for her reaction, looking to
see which position delivered the most pleasure. It was then that I recognized his
reasoning for placing her on her back—so he could see her expression and watch her
pleasure creep onto her face.

That was the kind of man I wanted, I thought. That was the experience I wanted my
man to give me every night.

But it was when I caught a simple glance between the two of them that I understood
why their intimacy was for them alone. He looked at her with adoration and love while
she looked at him with awe and admiration that befitted a king. No, that was the reason
he’d placed her on her back, I mused. It was so he could see her love and devotion.

Suddenly, I felt like a huge, inconvenient third wheel. My need and desire seemed
to have shriveled into a solid rock of discomfort sitting deep in my chest.

As if she sensed my disquiet, Diane turned to me with a lustful smile. “Come here,
Mady,” she told me between moans. I inched myself closer to the pair, my eyes automatically
traveling to the place where they were connected.

I felt Diane’s fingers as they curved around my own. Slowly, she brought my hand closer
to her body, angling my touch toward her lower abdomen. Once my fingertips touched
the skin directly above her pelvis, I gasped. I could feel Nate as he pushed himself
into her.

Diane smiled at my reaction as I glanced at her face questioningly. Following her
encouraging expression, I slowly bent my head closer to the skin my fingers caressed.
As my lips made contact, both Nate and Diane moaned. It was then that I realized if
I could feel him as he moved inside her, then Nate could probably feel me touching
from the outside as well. That heady epiphany fueled something deep inside me. Suddenly,
my motive for being inside that room disappeared. My immediate focus became the two
people in front of me, and everything I could do to make them happy and content.

I watched, entranced, as he moved above her, Diane’s body contorting and writhing
to meet his with every push. Placing my palm on her lower stomach, I could feel the
slight rise and fall of her abdomen every time he plunged inside her. It was erotic,
dirty, and incredibly intimate. Knowing that I was a part of it, that I got to watch,
even participate in some way as they made love right in front of me, made me become
heated and ache once again.

I smiled lasciviously, my gaze traveling from her sex up toward her chest. I stared
at the beauty of her breasts that moved in time with his every thrust. They were rounded
and glorious, perfectly tipped with little pink buds I just had to place my mouth
on, so I did.

My tongue snaked out of my mouth, tasting her skin before I wrapped my lips around
her nipple. I teased her tip while my lips formed a slight suction, taking her silken
skin deeper into my warm mouth. When I released her, I let my teeth slightly graze
her pebbled flesh. She moaned as I began to pepper kisses all along the darkened skin,
leaving a trail of heat toward the other breast.

As I did, I could feel Diane’s hand move up my inner thigh, her fingers massaging
the skin there. As she got closer to the apex, my actions became more frenzied. In
my mind, the more pleasure I delivered her, the more she was willing to give me. And
I wanted her to finish that journey toward my center. I wanted to feel her fingers
on me as she was pleasured by both Nate and me simultaneously. I wanted to make this
beautiful woman below me feel sated in every way.

I glanced up quickly to look at Diane’s expression, knowing that she was getting close.
She was watching me with hooded eyes. I could feel my gaze match her own, and I couldn’t
stop my eyes from traveling down her body, enjoying every line and shadow her curves
created, the way her body moved in time with Nate, all the way toward her long, toned
legs cradling the hips of her man.

My attention became fixated on Diane’s dripping sex. I watched closely as Nate slid
into her with attention and purpose. In that moment, I wanted more. More exploring,
more discoveries, more passion, and . . . just . . .
more
. And I knew exactly how to get it . . .

I’d never touched another pussy but my own, let alone tasted one before. I didn’t
know how to pleasure a woman that way except for taking tips from Diane’s earlier
exploration of my own secret places. As I watched Diane writhing on the bed, I couldn’t
help but fantasize that I was her. And if it was me in that situation—with my lover
between my legs and a woman at my chest, willing to enhance my euphoria—I’d want to
feel her mouth on me while the man buried deep inside me.

“Can . . .” I began hesitantly, swallowing loudly before I could finish my thought.
“Can I touch you . . . there?” I asked, my eyes flashing toward Diane’s swollen nub.

I watched anxiously as she exchanged a glance with Nate, some silent conversation.
Now, if I were a man and some chick offered to go down on my girl while I was inside
her, I’d be all for it. In fact, I’d be pretty damn giddy about it. But there was
no excitement in Nate’s eyes when he looked at her. No desperation or pleading that
she’d allow me to be that close to his penis. There was only focus on Diane as he
tried to read her willingness to explore. To me, that fact spoke volumes about Nate
and his desire to please his woman.

“Yes,” Diane breathed in a whisper, pulling my attention away from Nate’s expression
and back to her willing gaze. I saw no hesitancy, no reluctance, and I willed that
my expression didn’t reveal my nervousness at her acquiescence because I didn’t want
her to misread my desire. Yes, I was anxious, but I was also highly aroused.

So as I leaned my body over hers, bringing my mouth closer to her warmth, Nate stilled
himself inside her. Whether it was to stop himself from moving closer to where my
mouth was traveling, or so that Diane could experience the feeling of my lips on her
without his added involvement, I couldn’t tell. I would prefer to think it was the
latter, for I didn’t want to make either of them feel uncomfortable.

Nate didn’t move when my lips were on her body, he simply watched with the tip of
his erection resting inside the precipice of her opening like a little love nook.
With the distraction of Nate’s movements out of the way for now, I focused my attention
on what I was doing.

She tasted different down there than she did anywhere else on her skin, but there
was still a subtle hint that reminded me of the way her breasts felt in my mouth.
She was sweet and tangy, not at all bitter or repulsive, as was my earlier apprehension.
She felt smooth and luscious under my tongue, and I recalled the little things Diane
had done to me earlier with her own mouth that had me panting for more.

Nate stayed completely motionless, leaving me wondering if he was going to stop what
he was doing as long as I was down here. My question was answered as I placed my lips
on her swollen nub once more, wrapping them around her skin. As if it were synchronized
with my movements, Nate sheathed himself deep into her just as my tongue encircled
her little button.

Diane groaned, a heady sound from her chest, at the sensation, her toes curling on
the sheets below. I could see her legs begin to tremble, her clit becoming more engorged
as her climax approached.

As I pleasured her down below, playing with her nipples equally with my right hand,
I felt Diane’s fingers snake up my inner thigh once more to begin a torturous massage
inside me.

Again, a selfless lover.

In the midst of what had to be, based on the amount of moaning and writhing she was
doing, the most pleasurable experience one could have with a man and a woman, Diane
took my pleasure into consideration. She touched me in the exact place—in the exact
manner her tongue had done before—telling me that she had paid attention to my reactions
the last time, knowing what I enjoyed and how I liked to be touched. She did her homework,
as it were, and I could only imagine how better skilled she’d be if we had countless
more sessions to explore and learn.

When we were done, when Diane and Nate had both been completely sated, Diane and I
collapsed on the bed. At first, as I watched Nate redress himself while asking what
his mate wanted for dinner, I thought that maybe I’d feel a little embarrassed about
what we’d just done. After all, it wasn’t every day that I had sex with two almost
complete strangers who were madly in love with each other. But Diane and Nate’s attitudes
quickly made me feel relaxed and comfortable.

“Hey Mady, when you move in, we are going to have so much fun,” Nate said excitedly,
just like a little boy on Christmas Day. He looked a little cute in that moment, but
since he was talking about sex all while resembling a giddy schoolboy, I grimaced
slightly. “Monday night is movie night. We all pull on comfy PJs and head down to
the theater room to watch on the big screen. On Tuesday, us guys head out for poker
night while you girls do . . . what is it you chicks do on Tuesdays, babe?” he asked
Diane as he pulled up the fly on his jeans.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Diane replied with a snarky little attitude. She was
sitting against the headboard of the bed, pulling up the sheet to cover the majority
of her nudity. She looked comfy so I climbed up beside her as the two of them continued
their banter.

“Oh, is it a secret?” Nate asked playfully. “Do you guys have like a massive orgy
or something? How come we don’t get to watch?”

“Shut up.” Diane laughed, throwing a pillow at Nate that he completely dodged. “We
do not have orgies. It’s a girl thing, you wouldn’t understand.” She sighed at the
cliché, pretending to examine her nails with a feigned nonchalance.

“Sure,” Nate snorted, then grabbed a magazine and planted his butt right back on the
same cushion he’d vacated earlier to join us on the bed.

“What do you guys do on Tuesday nights?” I asked under my breath, now that Nate was
out of earshot.

Diane laughed. “Different things, mostly we go either to the spa or to the clubs.
It depends on if we are due for a waxing or nail appointment. We usually all keep
the same schedule for those sorts of things. The program rents out the entire salon
for us every other week so we can get freshened up. And it serves as a girl bonding
time, so it’s a win-win.”

“Nice,” I said, glancing down at my sheet-covered knees sheepishly. I couldn’t help
but think of how expensive visiting the spa was going to be if we were doing it every
other week. I could hardly afford to visit as often as I did already, and I hated
to say it was only every other month or so. But I knew that if I tried to get out
of the spa time with the girls, they’d know something was up. I didn’t want to be
singled out as the poor person among the group. That was the whole reason I went for
the sponsorship idea because it was supposed to remain confidential.

“Don’t worry, Mady. Everything you do at the mansion will be covered by your tuition.
When you arrive here on Friday for Moving Day, you’ll receive your care package.”

“What’s that?” I asked, intrigued and extremely relieved that Diane seemed to know
me so well already. I was beyond glad that she was elected to be my Dame.

“It’s more of a welcoming present: things that the owner has discovered help heighten
the experience for the Betties. It also has a credit card with a limitless amount,
so don’t worry about that.”

“Oh,” I said, stunned. “I could never . . . I-I didn’t expect . . . wow.”

Diane laughed. “And don’t feel bad if you overspend on something. The tuition is a
flat rate. Believe me, the Grants have enough money to splurge on their Pledges.”

“I couldn’t imagine anything I’d spend a large amount of money on,” I told her honestly.

“Well, we will see if you say that by the end of this thing.” She giggled, and I joined
her after a moment or two.