In The Garden Of Snakes (An Erotic Summer Tryst) (4 page)

“Good Lord, Jess. I had no idea.”

“What?” I sounded tired, yet surprisingly
enough, I felt aroused still, my body craving more.

“You needed to cum bad.”

“Whatever.”

She giggled, “You wanna do that to me?”

I should have said no, but that would be a
lie. “Yes.”

Her nightgown was over her head. “My tits
aren’t as nice, but…what the hell.”

“It doesn’t matter, Carmen. Your body is
beautiful.”

“Ain’t you sweet. I want you to suck my
pussy.”

My cunt contracted on that naughty
suggestion. I dripped with fluid, the wetness dampening the sheet.
The thought of pleasuring a woman in such a way should have
mortified me, but I was curious about what she looked and tasted
like. My body hummed the tune of arousal, so soon after finding
repletion. I would have to ponder my reactions later and wonder at
my sinfulness. Right now, I had other matters to contend with. She
lay next to me, spreading her legs. The light from the moon shone
through the French doors, but not enough to illuminate us fully.
Being shrouded in darkness was a blessing, and maybe an excuse for
immoral behavior, or at least, that’s what I told myself.

As I settled between her soft thighs, the
aroma of her pussy teased me, the musky odor similar to my own.
When I was alone, I touched myself occasionally and smelled my
fingers, enjoying the scent, because it was naughty. This scent
came from the place that produced wicked sensation and even sweeter
release. I found her shaved pussy fascinating; the folds were
slightly parted and silky wet, dripping with fluid.

“Oh, Jess. Suck me. Do it,” she moaned.

“I…are you sure?”

“Yeah. I need it so bad.”

I pressed my tongue to the place I knew where
her clit was. She tasted slightly salty with a hint of tang. “Like
that?”

“More.” Her fingers were on my scalp,
massaging and encouraging me to continue. “Oh, more.”

Opening her moist lips, I lapped her slit
from top to bottom, tasting the tartness of her arousal. My inner
thighs were coated in moisture, and my pussy pinged distractingly,
revealing the state of my own excitement. It didn’t matter that I
had already climaxed, or that I was licking the pink insides of a
woman, who had been my childhood friend. It didn’t matter that I
would have to go to church and confess these sins. All I wanted was
to taste her. Fingers pressed into my scalp, urging me on.

“Oh, my holy shit, Jess!”

I rubbed her little nub while I drove my
tongue into her, wiggling it around back and forth and up and down.
I teased her with little circles, my saliva making her orifice
sodden, the excess falling to her buttcrack.

“I’m gonna cum, Jess!” She thrust her hips up
into my face, wetting my nose. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good. It feels
soooo good.” She shuddered and groaned, her pussy shaking against
my lips, the muskiness of her coating my face. I lay next to her,
buzzing inside my tummy, my vagina so wet I needed a towel.

She turned to me, burying her face in my
breasts. “Mommy.” It was strange to be called that. Her mouth
closed over a nipple, suckling it. “I’m sleeping here tonight.” She
sighed.

I giggled, trying to deflect the tension
inside of me, but I was strung up tighter than a ball of twine. I
burned between my legs, my pussy throbbing and oozing with need. I
should be ashamed. I’d already orgasmed, and now I wanted to again.
My fingers drifted down my tummy, cupping my mound, a finger
sinking into soggy silk.

“You’re touching yourself, aren’t you?”

“S-sorry.”

“I wondered what you’d be like. We’re going
to have the best time.” She kissed me. “I smell myself on you. I
could make you feel good again. I could suck your pussy.”

That sent a bolt of arousal through me. “Only
if you want to.”

She laughed, “You’re so turned on. You poor
thing.” She slid down my body, her breath hot against my skin, as
she kissed my tummy. “Do you like this?” Her hand drifted to my
pussy.

“Yes.” A finger dipped into me.

“You’re so wet.”

“I can’t help it.”

“No, you can’t.”

Carmen shifted and settled between my thighs.
I lifted my knees, anticipating her tongue. She blew air over me,
and I shivered. I was drenched with my own juices. Her finger
rubbed my nub, inflaming the little bud with sensation.

“Ooohh…” Her tongue ran over the length of my
slit, leaving a wet streak. I thrust my hips off the bed and bathed
her mouth with my secretions.

“Good God. You horny bitch!”

“I’m so going to hell for this.”
And I
don’t care
.

She giggled, “I’ll join you there. That’s
where all the fun is anyway.”

“Whatever. Just suck me.”

That slinky tongue toyed with my hole,
dipping deep and then thrusting back and forth. She massaged my
clit, rubbing her thumb over the wet globule. This sent my ass off
the bed and into her mouth. I held her face to me, pressing her
into my heated flesh. I was panting, my chest rising and falling.
My body was not in my control anymore. A sex goddess had taken
over.

“Tell me you like it,” she gasped.

“I like it.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me, Carmen. Fuck me.”

She drove deep; laving me thoroughly, while
her thumb stroked the engorged lump of my clit. I was a
hairsbreadth away from release; the sensations were overpowering
and blissful. My entire body buzzed with expectation, careening out
of control into the stratosphere. I knew the orgasm was going to be
epic. It was building like the rise of an enormous wave, fifty feet
tall and just as devastating.

“CARMEN! Oh, God, CARMEN!” Bright sparks
flashed behind my eyelids, and I trembled against her mouth, as a
gush of moisture escaped and poured down my buttcrack.

“You little squirter, you.”

“What?” I sounded winded. I collapsed to the
bed, my body feeling like JELL-O.

“You totally just squirted when you
came.”

“Yeah, sorry. It happens sometimes.”

“Ha! You’re full of surprises.” She snuggled
into me, her face pressed to my breasts. “I love these. This is
where I’m hangin’ out all summer. Let’s sleep a while and then fuck
again.”

“That’s so naughty.” I yawned.

“I could go lesbian for you. You’d be worth
it.”

“Stop it,” I giggled. “This is just…messing
around.”

“We haven’t even started yet.”

That statement left me tingling.

The house was eerily quiet the next day.
Constance, Roberta, and Joseph had gone into town to run errands.
Preparations were underway for the ball on Saturday night, and a
catering truck had pulled into the driveway. I’d awoken in my bed
with a woman beside me, entirely relaxed and utterly changed. We
had made love several times, until we were sticky with release and
coated in sweat. We showered together, soaping one another with
fragrant suds; the experience so stimulating I had orgasmed, while
her fingers were in me. Never in a million years had I anticipated
this type of a reaction to anyone, especially a woman.

As we sat by the pool, I marveled at the fact
that I had worn one of her bikinis. I felt naked, exposed, and yet
utterly free, the sun beating down on my skin, warming me
thoroughly.

“You should take your top off.”

“No. Baby steps. It’s bad enough I’m out in
my underwear.”

“That’s not underwear. It’s a bathing
suit.”

“It feels like underwear.” I eyed her
breasts, remembering exactly how they tasted and felt in my hands
and mouth.

“I love your boobs, Jess. They’re sooo
nice.”

Her train of thought was on the same path as
mine. “Thanks. Yours are nice too.”

“Mine are like bug bites. Nature was so
generous with you. It’s not fair.”

She’d slept smothered in my breasts between
bouts of intense fucking. “You could always get a boob job.”

“I guess. But, it’s not the same. Nothing is
as soft or as nice as real ones.” She turned on her side, holding
her head in the palm of her hand. “I can’t believe you don’t have a
boyfriend. What’s up with that?”

I shrugged. “You know my mom. How am I
supposed to date when I can’t leave the house?”

“You gotta go to a different school. You
can’t seriously be thinking of going there. Where is it?”

“Mercy College.”

“Ugh. Come on.”

“That’s where my parents want me to go.”

“Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you really want to teach?”

“I don’t know.”

“The best thing we ever did was get away from
that church. I hate to say this, but my mom was a fucking nut. I
love her and everything, but some of her ideas were out there.
Daddy doesn’t think that way. He’s too liberal for that.”

It was the only life I had known, and I was
confused by all the judgment. “Look, we’re not freaks, okay? We
just value certain things like modesty and discipline and waiting
for marriage and stuff. That doesn’t make us nut cases.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to sound like such a
bitch. Are you waiting for marriage before you sleep with a
guy?”

“I’m supposed to. I made a chastity vow and
everything.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fascinating.”

“I guess I broke it, though. I…we…didn’t
really behave well.”

“That was like one of the best nights of my
life.”

“It was?”

She nodded. “I get wet just thinking about
it. I can’t wait for tonight.”

A low, sensual throbbing had my pussy
contracting. “We shouldn’t do that again. It was really nice, but
it was wrong.”

“Says who?” She held up a hand. “Wait! Don’t
tell me. God.”

I laughed, “You’re so bad, Carmen.”

“You ain’t seen the half of it. I’m on a
mission to corrupt you totally.” She swung her legs over the lounge
chair and stood. “With that in mind, I have to go see about
something.”

“What are you doing?”

“Chill for a bit. I’ll be back.”

She wandered off, her butt looking cute in
tiny bikini bottoms. I relaxed against the cushions, feeling the
sun on my face. A loud splashing had my eyes flying open. Abby and
Madison were in the pool, clinging to enormous blow-up toys. There
was a blue dolphin and a crocodile, which Abby clung to.

“Did we scare you?” Madison asked.

“No.”

“Too bad.” Screaming and giggling ensued, as
they splashed and played. The peace was now thoroughly
shattered.

“Hey,” murmured Carmen. “I wanna show you
something.”

“What?”

“It’s over here. Come on.”

I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me.
“Your sisters are little brats.”

“For sure,” she laughed.

We wandered down a gravel path, the rocks
digging into the bottoms of my feet. “Where are we going?”

“I’ve arranged some entertainment. It’s right
over here.”

“God, what are you up to?”

“All sorts of good stuff.”

“Oh, boy.”

We entered a small maze, with perfectly
trimmed bushes more than eight feet tall around us. Wandering
around the labyrinth, we came to the center, which was a
small-enclosed space, cut off from the rest of the garden. Someone
had placed a blanket on the ground, and Stuart, the gardener, sat
on it, a crooked smirk on his face.

“Good day, ladies.”

“Hello, Stuart,” said Carmen. “Fancy meeting
you here.”

“I usually obey when I’m summoned, Ms.
Hollander.” He winked at her.

Nervous bundles of energy raced through me,
because Carmen had engineered this little rendezvous. I didn’t have
a clue about the opposite sex. I knew my body like the back of my
hand; therefore, I could navigate Carmen’s easily and pleasurably,
but what lurked under his clothing created a firestorm of worry. My
mother had warned me repeatedly about date rape scenarios and being
touched inappropriately, and how I shouldn’t be alone with a man
who wasn’t my husband.

“She’s scared shitless, Carmen.”

“Oh, Jess. Relax. He’s not gonna hurt you.
Come sit with us.” She held out her hand. “You don’t have to do
anything you don’t want to.”

I clasped the towel to my chest; the rest was
wrapped around my back. I got on the blanket, scooting to the
furthest corner. “What are we doing?”

“You don’t even have to touch him. I’ll touch
him.”

“I’ve never seen anybody more terrified.”
Stuart moved towards me, and I stifled a gasp, which was
mortifying. “I’m not gonna hurt you, Jessica.” Humor shone in his
eye.

“Don’t scare her half to death, you idiot!”
chastised Carmen.

“She’s about to take off.”

“I’m good. I’m sorry.” This was so
embarrassing.

“He’s just a guy. There’s nothing to be
afraid of. Watch.” She smacked him in the arm.

“Hey!”

“See. You can hurt him. You wanna smack
him?”

“What the fuck, Carmen?”

She laughed, “He’s not made of steel. He’s
just a moron gardener.”

“That’s totally uncalled for. I was your
first; you little shit. You’d still be a virgin, if it wasn’t for
me.”

“Ha! There are plenty of guys where you came
from, buddy. I was only fifteen. Daddy should’ve had you
arrested.”

“You wanted it. Don’t even try to pretend you
didn’t.”

She hit him again. “Pervert! You should be in
jail!” Carmen jumped him, giggling, while he grabbed her, holding
her close, his face in her neck. “Don’t touch me!” She was on the
blanket, his weight on top of her. I watched their aggressive
flirting, finding it interesting, yet slightly worrying. She seemed
to enjoy it, because instead of fighting him, their lips met,
tongues battling. I’d never kissed a guy before. I had seen movies
where the characters kissed, but it had been chaste and
perfunctory. Until last night, I had only kissed my mother and
father, but that was hardly the same thing.