Engaged (The ABCs of Erotica) (15 page)

“So, what happened?”
 

Richard said, “This is how you get, Lily.”
 

“Lily or Liza?”
 

“Lily.”
 

“Why Lily?”
 

“Like the flower, not the name.”
 

“I thought you hated lilies?”
 

I laugh, loving that Zoe remembered.
 

“I do. Richard says it’s a shame. He says I’m too sensitive for thinking they smell so sweet. He said he’ll wear me down over time, and that I’ll eventually like them. I really doubt it, but he still calls me Lily sometimes, when he thinks I need to be sweeter.”
 

Zoe rolled her eyes, but I could tell she didn’t mean it.
 

“He said I was balled in knots. I had a cork in my bottle. I was a swelling storm with pregnant clouds. An animal prodded into a corner.”
 

“That’s a lot of metaphors. Does he use those all at once like that?”
 

“Only when lecturing me.”
 

“I thought you hated to be lectured.”
 

“Not by Richard.”
 

Zoe pinches my nipple and whispers, “Is it because he has a big, giant, hairy dick?”
 

“No, it’s because he’s Richard. And it’s not hairy, at all. Though you’re right about the giant part.”
 

“He shaves?” Zoe wrinkles her nose.

“No. He waxes.”
 

“Ouch!”
 

“What’s ouch about it? We do it.”
 

A moment of thought, then, “You like that?”
 

“As much as I like it on you, maybe more for the novelty.”
 

Her voice playful, Zoe says, “So that’s his big answer: You’re all tensed up, and he has to fuck you into submission like a big, strong man? Not too original, Lily.” She laughs.
 

I cut into her chortle. “No, Richard made me stretch.”
 

Still laughing: “He wanted you bendy?”
 

“No, he wanted me to do yoga.” Zoe nods, clearly approving of Richard’s practice and theory. “Of course, I argued.”
 

“Of course.”
 

“And we fought.”
 

“I can’t imagine you not.”
 

“Eventually, I agreed when he said we could stretch topless. By then we were laughing.”
 

“Smart man.”
 

“He is,” I agree, missing him.
 

“We met in the yoga room a few minutes later, after I’d taken a shower.”
 

“Yoga room?”
 

“Yeah, it’s really a guest bedroom, but it’s all white and looks all lotus flowery with candles and girly stuff — you would dig Richard — and it’s where we do yoga every morning, unless someone is staying with us. Then we do it in our room. He spends a ton of time stretching.” I smile, thinking of the wonderful ways Richard has fucked me, not one less than amazing.
 

“That good?” Zoe laughs.

“Yes,” I nod. “So, I get out of the shower, and Richard’s already stretching. The yoga room faces our bar and kitchen. Richard was watching me as I made tea, giving him a show and trying to distract him. He was stoic, ignoring me. He grunts when he stretches, and his grunts make me wet. So, as much as I’m trying to tease Richard from the kitchen, he’s doing the same to me from the yoga room. I finally surrender, knowing I will a long time before I do, but seeing how long I can hold out because I know how I’ll feel when it’s over and I’m his.”
 

“Barf,” Zoe says.
 

“Shut up,” I pinch her nipple. “You would be happy, too.”
 

“I know.” Zoe smiles and I know she means it. “Go on. I want to hear the rest of your dreamy story. It’s making me blush in the middle.”
 

Zoe laughs. My middle blushes with hers.
 

I went into the yoga room. Richard held his arms wide. “Come to me, Liza.”
 

“Not Lily?”
 

“No, not that time.”
 

“Then what?”
 

“Are you going to keep interrupting?”
 

“Probably.”
 

I sigh, playfully. “Richard sat flat on the floor, spread-eagle. His strong chest heaved. I walked behind him as he bent to the floor, planting his palms on the carpet between his legs. I pressed my body against him, rubbing up to his skin. He turned back — all the way — and pressed his face flat to the floor while exhaling. His flat body is beautiful, and when he’s parallel to the ground it’s stunning. He lifted from his stretch, then turned to kiss me. He kisses a little like you do,” I said, then stopped my story to show her.
 

Zoe kisses me back as if she’s been waiting.
 

“No offense,” she says, after we part. “But the best part of this story so far is you kissing me.”

“I’m sorry. I thought you were the one who doesn’t like to forward through commercials because you like to see everything.”

“That’s different.”

“If you say so.”

We laugh and kiss again, then I continue.

“I told Richard I wanted to stretch his back, but he pushed me away. He knew I wanted to fuck. I promised him I’d be good, and he finally said OK. I lifted his leg by the ankles and pushed back toward his head. He made yummy moans like I love. He looked up and saw the lust in my eyes. He told me to stop. I laughed and pushed harder on his legs, squeezing his fingers in one hand, while reaching down to grab his dick with my other. He kept telling me he was trying to stretch and … ”

Zoe cut in: “And of course you kept grabbing his dick.”

“Of course.”

“Exactly like you kept grabbing my tits at Disneyland.”

“Exactly like that.”

“Go on.”

I helped Richard stretch long enough for him to believe I’d be good, biding my time and earning his trust. Then when I could, my hand shot like lightning to his dick. It was rock hard; I knew I had him.”

“Score!”

“Totally. So, Richard pulls my pussy onto his cock and starts rubbing against it, kissing me. I dragged my tits on his dick and started licking his ass.”

Zoe raised her eyebrows.
 

“He played with my hair, threading his strong fingers through it, and massaging my scalp. I reached down, pulled the string from his waistband, and slipped my hand down into his pants.”

I put my hand on Zoe’s breast and kiss her, not on her lips. I brush against her earlobe and whisper, “I’ll always love you, now until forever.”

She whispers back. “I know. I love you, too.”
 

A beat, then, “Richard was swollen. Red and throbbing. I wanted to feel him pulsing in my hand as I wrapped his shaft with my fingers. I wanted him to fill my pussy and use it to milk his explosion. I wanted to spread my legs after he finished and feel him pour out of me.”

I pause, and look at Zoe. “Are you wet?”

“Yes,” she says. “Soaking. You?”

“Of course.”
 

“Will you fuck me when you’re finished? Once more? I need you, Liza.”

“Of course, Zoe. I need you, too. But promise, no more interruptions. “

She whispers, “I promise.”

“One thing you can’t know about me,” I say, “but it’s an absolute fact: I’m amazing at sucking dick.” I laugh, “Maybe the best who was ever born.”
 

“And what makes you so amazing,” Zoe adds, “is the modesty. Guys love that.”
 

“I’m just kidding, about being the best, but I am damned good.”

“I believe you, but how do you know? Aren’t all blow jobs pretty damned great according to guys?”

“Yes, sure, like pizza or sex. Or eating pussy for that matter. The top 2 percent of hummers, well, that’s dream territory. Guys will do anything if you get them there. I can do it in five minutes or less. Except with Richard, who knows how to resist.”
 

“There’s not much to say other than I spent the next five minutes using my lips, mouth, and tits in ways men would pay anything to feel a second time, after they’ve felt it a first. Richard gets to feel it an average of once a day, and never tires. He stared at me sucking his dick through long minutes, trying not to cum as I licked cock like a pro. I added pressure and long pauses at the top, because that’s the hardest move for him to resist. After a while, I slid up from his tip and started to lap at it as if ice cream was melting down from the top.”
 

I slipped my hand Zoe’s panties.

“I had fucked Richard so hard and fast with my mouth, he was panting to get inside me.”

I slipped my finger into Zoe.

“Richard put his arms behind his head, stretching as I started fucking him even harder with my mouth, and faster, slurping as I slid on his length. Finally, I pulled off, stroking his shaft.”

I swirled my fingers harder inside of Zoe.
 

“I let go of Richard’s dick and stood. He still sat, legs straight and body at a perfect 90 degrees. I sidled up to him and pressed my knee to his chest, then draped the other over his shoulder so my heel was at his back. My pussy was an inch above his face. I couldn’t wait to get it on his mouth, because I’ll be real, Zoe: Richard eats me like he cares.”

I laugh. My first love laughs with me.
 

My fingers still swim in her pussy, brushing her hard, but not thrusting. She’s moaning, focus split between me and my story.
 

“I was moaning, trying to stand still like he had been when his dick was in my mouth. But it was hard. Richard is precise. He deals only pleasure — we’ve never even dabbled in S&M, neither of us wants to — but I imagine he’d be an amazing dom. He’s an artist of sensation. In seconds, I was losing involuntary cries, too many and all of them sharp. My pussy felt like it was lurching inside me as he jabbed his finger straight into my hole. It clenched around him as I shook. I hit my first orgasm a second on entry, as soon as he slipped it into the knuckle. It rippled through my body, then kept going. Like lights flooding a skyscraper, a floor at a time.”

“Wow,” Zoe said. It came out as,
Wooooooooowwwww.

“I was still full of shudders as he pulled out his one finger. It made me wonder what would happen after he added a second. He slipped his withdrawn finger between his lips, slurped my juice from the length, made a loud
mmmmmm
, then showed me two fingers, holding them up for a moment, before slowly inserting the pair into my pussy. He curled his fingers hard against my wall, up toward my G-spot. I fell back as he held them rigid, planting them harder against my slippery inner skin. My body was alive, inside and out, with every cell exploding. I kept telling myself I couldn’t move, I had to stay frozen.”

“Stop,” Zoe commands, pressing her hands on top of mine, also under her panties. “Just take a break for a second, OK … ” She’s panting, hard, with sharp gasps between short words. “Make me cum … before more of your story.”
 

I start using my fingers like she wants, like I should have already started, without her having to ask.
 

I turn my fingers straight, sliding up and down in Zoe’s flaps, sinking deep into her middle. Zoe groans and clenches around them. I twist and curl up, like Richard does to me in the story, like I imagine him doing right now.

Zoe cums all over my knuckles, pushing her pelvis onto my hand, juicing it further. I rock my palm against her pussy, and she coasts through her orgasm like a cloud through the sky.
 

Her body settles. I say, “May I continue?”
 

Zoe sputters something that seems like content, still quivering on my finger.
 

“His mouth returned to my middle. I came again, harder than the first time. He nuzzled me as my head fell back and my hand flew to my tits. I pinched my nipples. I wanted to claw at my body, and relieve myself from the shock. I’d felt more pleasure than expected, and faster than I was prepared for. The pleasure kept coming, delivered by Richard in perfect control. He pulled his mouth from my pussy, and I staggered back, one full, uneven step fell after another. He grabbed me by the wrist, said, ‘One more,’ and yanked me to his mouth. He clamped his lips on my cunt, and gobbled me into the hardest orgasm yet.”
 

I take a breath, smile, thrust a finger in the air and declare, “Then, I went for his dick!”
 

“About fucking time,” Zoe laughs, practically grunts.
 

I speed my rubbing.
 

“I straddled Richard, then with a knee on either side, I reached back, grabbed his dick, and slid it into my hole.”