My God, she thought, I'm a regular sex fiend! And she laughed out loud. It wasn't such a bad thing to be.
"Actually, my dear," she said out loud to herself, "what you should probably do is masturbate. After all, you haven't done it in two years. You might forget how."
She lay down on the bed and took off all her clothes. I'm going to do it nice and slow, she thought. Maybe I should even smoke a joint first. Ohhhhh, that feels good!
My boobies really are beautiful. No wonder Brian and Joe both love them so much. My nipples are so big and so sensitive. She bunched her breasts up in her hands and extended her tongue until she could just lick her nipples. Shivers of excitement pierced her. God, I'll bet I could suck them myself, if I try!
Straining her neck forward, she got her lips around one of her large soft nipples and began sucking it thirstily just as she heard the doorbell ring.
"Shit! Who can that be?"
She hopped off the bed and went to the closet for her robe. As she slipped into it she realized that she felt guilty, as if she had been caught in the act. It's only somebody at the door, silly! she said to herself. They didn't see you. They won't know what you've been doing just by looking in your face. So you don't have to feel so embarrassed. Anyway, everybody does it, don't they? Even this person at the door, whoever it is.
She had calmed herself down by the time she reached the front door and opened it. Standing in the doorway was a very good-looking man.
"Yes?" she said.
But he broke into a mischievous grin. Something in his eyes suggested that he knew her, and that she should know him. Ann was confused. Very quickly she tried to remember if she knew him. But she was certain she had never seen him before.
"Surprised?" he said.
"Well… you might say that," she stammered. Surprised was putting it mildly. I don't even know who you are, she thought. Not that I wouldn't like to.
"Aren't you going to invite me in? Or are you still mad?"
"Mad?" Invite you in? You're a complete stranger! And what should I be mad about.
He looked very uncomfortable and nervous. "Look, Kathi," he said. "I understand why you might feel the way you do."
Ann smiled and blinked. Suddenly everything fell into place. This had to be Mike, the one Kathi had split up with. And he was naturally confusing the two of them. He thinks I'm her! Ann thought. Kathi must've never told him she had a twin.
God, he's handsome, too. I can't see why she'd ever want to break up with him. But then she quickly recalled what Kathi had told her. She had dropped in on Mike only to catch him screwing one of her best friends. Ann breathed a sigh of relief. At least now she knew what she was supposed to be mad about. She decided to play along with him, just for the fun of it.
"If you understand why I feel that way, then why are you here?" she said, pouting as if still angry.
"I… I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am. That it didn't mean anything. I didn't want to lose you. But then you just split. You never gave me a chance to explain."
"Being sorry isn't an explanation," Ann said haughtily. "It's just being sorry."
"Well, I am sorry," he shrugged. "I sure wish you'd invite me in. At least for a minute. I can explain it. Sort of, anyway. If only you'd listen."
"You can come in. I don't care if you come in," she said, being very aloof and contemptuous as she whirled away from the door.
Mike closed the door behind him and followed her into the living room. Ann sat down on the sofa and was slightly surprised when he sat down right next to her instead of in a chair across the room. But after all, they were supposed to be ex-lovers. Actually she was enjoying the act. She just didn't want it to get out of hand.
"Where's your sister and her husband?" Mike asked.
"My brother-in-law's at work. My sister's shopping."
The look that suddenly came into Mike's eyes made Ann realize that she was naked under her bathrobe. She didn't know whether to feel frightened or excited by what, she knew was going through his mind. Oh, you can't be thinking that way! she told herself. Just quit it!
"Kathi, I…"
"You don't have to apologize to me," she interrupted. That was about as honest as she could be, at the moment. The way he was looking at her made her cunt go all runny and hot.
"I just wanted to tell you that I never planned it that way," he said. "It was sort of an accident. We just got carried away."
Ann remembered to seem cold and distant. "Who got carried away first? You or her?"
"I don't think we should go into the details."
He put his hand on her bare knee where the robe had fallen away and began squeezing it and stroking her warm thigh. God, don't do that! Ann thought. I already want you to fuck me. Don't make it so hard for me to tell you who I really am.
"I… I don't think you should do that," she said, glancing at his hand on her thigh but not removing it.
"You don't?"
He didn't remove his hand either. Instead he leaned over and began kissing her neck. Ann shut her eyes and tried to get control of herself. This is Kathi's man who's doing this, she told herself. It's not fair of him or to her for you to let him go on.
But I really don't want him to stop, she thought. Maybe I should just come right out and tell him. On the other hand, maybe he wouldn't stop even then. After all, what could it hurt, if we fuck? Nobody has to know. I could tell him afterward. If I do it good for him, he won't want to tell her, either.
"No, I don't think you should," she said.
She squirmed away from him, enjoying the game, still not knowing which way the ball would bounce. But her bathrobe, which was held closed only by a flimsy sash, suddenly came open as she slid farther down the sofa. Her naked breasts spilled out.
Mike looked at them like a starving man, a look that made her pulse thunder. Quickly Ann pulled the robe shut again.
"You don't have to do that," he said. "I've seen them before."
"I… I think there's something I ought to tell you," Ann stuttered.
But before she could get it out, he scooted over next to her. He had his hands and his mouth on her breasts before she could stop him.
"Kathi, Kathi baby," he murmured, sucking and tonguing her nipples.
Ann moaned. It felt so good she didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to go on and fuck her right there on the living room sofa. It was safe. Nobody would ever know.
"Mike…" she sighed, her body trembling with pleasure as he sucked her erect nipples sharply. "Mike, there really is… ohhhh… there's something I should tell you."
"Tell me later, baby. It's been so long."
"I know. It almost seems like the first time," Ann gasped.
Her fingers fiddled with his belt buckle as he slipped the bathrobe off her shoulders. His mouth and hands were all over her quivering body. It was hard for her to get his fly open. But she finally did and slid her hands under his briefs, grasping his hot rigid prick. Ohhhhh, I don't care whose man you are, honey! Just put this big thing in me and fuck me before I go crazy!
"Is it safe?" he asked.
"They won't be home for hours."
"Are you sure?"
"God, I'm sure, I'm sure?"
"Do you forgive me, Kathi?"
"I forgive you. Oh Jesus, that feels good! Do it some more. Suck me hard!"
Ann nearly went bananas from the way he sucked her titties. They felt like they might explode. Her blood sizzled. Her body began to writhe uncontrollably.
"But are you sure you forgive me, honey?" Mike murmured. "I mean, it was just like this. An accident. I couldn't help myself."
"Ahhhnnnn!" Ann moaned. "Oh! Oh! Eat me, honey, eat me! Suck my cunt. I forgive you. I really do. Really. Oh yes… oh yes, ohhhhhh!"