She moved her hand away from his cock and sat back on her haunches.
"Yes. Eat me. Eat me. I've never been eaten before. Please, eat me."
Rick went up on his elbows. He glanced at Leslie and she grinned at him.
"And you'll love it," Judy said.
"I know," Leslie whispered.
With her knees spread, Leslie brought her hand to her pussy the way Judy had taught her only this morning, and Rick put his fingers on hers.
"Oh," Leslie said, trembling. She wanted and needed things she had always denied herself, and here, in Paris, she would get them, and she would learn how to do many things.
"Let's do this right," Judy said to Leslie. "Hang your legs over the bed.
"Yesssss," Leslie hissed in anticipation. She moved to the edge of the bed at the same time Rick slipped to his knees on the floor. He stared at the opening as Leslie's fingers spread the folds of her pussy.
"It's a nice one," Rick said.
"Yes, isn't it," Judy said. "Pretty."
Leslie studied the intensity in Rick's eyes, as he put one hand on each of her knees and spread her legs apart.
He dragged his tongue up the inside of her thigh and brought his face closer to her pussy. He spread the folds with his thumbs, and slipped his tongue from between his lips.
She watched, transfixed. Oh, God, this was it. Oh, damn, this was going to be it. He was going to eat her and- "Ohhhhh," she moaned.
His tongue had barely touched her clit, yet she raised her ass from the edge of the bed to meet him.
She felt his tongue at the folds, at the base, in the opening, at the pubic hair, and over the clit. His tongue was everyplace and so were his fingers. She was shivering, no longer with the anticipation of what might happen, but with the excitement of what was happening. Ripples and surges of pleasure, rushed through her. Avalanches of pleasure cascaded over her.
"Go Rick. Do her," Judy said.
"Yes, do me!" she cried. "Do me, do me good. Oh, yes. Do me good. Do me fantastically!"
His mouth was like more than one mouth, his tongue like more than one tongue. The pleasure was rippling through her and only now did she realize the soothing sensation of Judy's fingers as they massaged her shoulders. And she felt the sensitive tickle of Judy's hard nipples on her bare back.
Everything felt wonderful, and it made the agony of watching them last night all the more worth it. She had watched them going at each other, and now Rick was going at her in the same way, a way Brandon had never done and probably never would do.
She closed her thighs around Rick's head and began to rock her entire body against his lips and tongue and teeth. He was kissing, licking, nibbling. He was going at her so hard and so fully that everything about Leslie seemed a single sensation of pleasure.
She closed her eyes and accepted every new sensation that was presented to her. She even wondered what it would be like if Judy brought her fingers down over the front of her. What would it be like if Judy massaged her breasts while Rick was eating her pussy?
Oh, damn, damn, damn, she thought, and she could not believe the way she was thinking.
Rick spread her thighs. He moved his mouth from her pussy and looked up into her eyes.
"Don't stop," she pleaded.
"Lie back in my arms," Judy said.
She looked into Judy's eyes and shook her head, not in disagreement or rebellion, but in amazement at the sexual prowess of her two friends. She lay back in Judy's arms, and Rick climbed onto the bed. Instead of going between Leslie's legs, he went alongside her. Judy was behind her, rotating her breasts against Leslie's back.
It was not fair, Leslie thought. Judy was not supposed to be doing that. This was not supposed to be three-way sex. This was supposed to be just Rick and Leslie, with Judy watching, but Judy was cheating.
Rick brought his mouth to Leslie's mouth, and he kissed her gently, but his hand came up inside her thighs and slid to the opening of her pussy.
Leslie moaned against his kiss, and with her moan, she slipped her tongue into Rick's mouth and rolled it against his.
"I'm getting jealous," Judy said. "But it's okay. Don't stop!"
Leslie swung her glance to Judy. For a moment, as she looked into Judy's eyes, she wanted to thank her with a kiss, but that would be against the rules too, and she quickly returned her mouth to Rick's.
His fingers were going at her pussy; his tongue was going at her tongue. Somebody's hand was on her breast and she didn't care whose, because it felt so good. The pleasure was beginning to rise like the pleasure in the bathroom, like the pleasure of her dreams. It began to surge through her entire body and she was shaking.
She rubbed her back against Judy's breasts, while gyrating her own pussy against Rick's fingers. She kissed Rick fully and deeply.
She opened her eyes, and saw that Rick's cock was getting hard again. That vision overwhelmed her, and she cried out. "Oh, yes. Yes. It's…"
It was so rich and full, and so deep, she thought she was going to die from the pleasure. She kissed Rick hard and held onto his mouth with her own.
The pleasure that surged was like the near death experience she had heard about. She seemed out of herself and of herself and in herself, but she was also of Rick and Judy, and a great white light exploded in her brain. Her body tingled and shivered, and slowly, the pleasure subsided, and she went limp.
It was an unbelievable experience, she thought as she closed her eyes and floated in a state of euphoria.
"This must be what heaven is like," she said.
She lay like that for a long time, while Rick pulled away from the kiss and Judy slid from behind her. She felt the rustling of their bodies, but she ignored them, and smiled at the pleasure of her own lightheadedness.
"I told you it would be nice," Judy said.
"And it was," Leslie said.
Rick just sighed.
"We're friends," Judy said. "That's the way it should be."
"Can I learn some more?" Leslie asked.
Her pleasure had barely abated, yet she wanted more.
CHAPTER SEVEN
BRANDON
"Mister Shaaa-ane," Darla, the bimbo, sang at him from the bathroom at the Hotel Alexis in Atlantic City.
"Yeah," he said, lying naked and watching the basketball game between the Sixers and the Warriors. Leslie had been gone only two days and he missed her terribly. It was so stupid to cancel a trip to Paris just to be with Darla, the secretary he had been screwing for the last three months.
He thought longingly of Leslie's innocence, even at the age of twenty-three. He wondered if their sex problem was more his than hers. He was the one with the experience. He should be doing the teaching.
Hell, who was he kidding? Darla was only nineteen, and he had learned more from her than in his entire life before that. But what was she before he hired her? A waitress, a stripper, a hooker? He did know that she couldn't type, and that at least twice he had found files she had labeled Filadelfia. Three hundred dollars a week was a lot to pay for a steady fuck and blowjob. Especially since he was already fucking up his office.
"Mister Shaaa-ane," she called again.
"What the fuck to you want?" he said.
"Aw, Mister Shane," she said, she said, doing her baby talk, as she stepped from the bathroom.
She was wearing that ridiculous schoolgirl costume again: plaid skirt with no panties, white blouse with not bra, and saddle shoes with bobby sox. It might be a look that turned some guys on, but it didn't do a thing for him.
She lifted her skirt, showing her thatch of blonde curls, and he smiled.
"Don't you like my little pussy, Mr. Shane?"
He wanted to scream at her to stop that. He had made love to teenage girls when he was a teen, and he liked it then. He was a grown man now, and he wanted a grown woman, an adult like Leslie, even thought Leslie might be naive about things sexual.