She grinned. “Now we’re talking. Come on.” We left our wrappers and empty bottles strewn all over the sofa and headed upstairs. My pussy was already pulsing in anticipation.
“What about your dad?” The clock on Mr. Nolan’s night table read 4:05 p.m. and the workday ended at five.
“Late night, tax season.” She reached under the bed and pulled out both boxes. “Here we are, a veritable smorgasbord of porn for your viewing pleasure.”
“Where do you think he got all this?” I opened one of the boxes and sifted through magazines with names like Pleasure, Private, Eros, and Club Seventeen. They were definitely not names I’d heard before, but the pictures were graphic and shocking-and unbelievably arousing.
“I think they’re all foreign.” Erica opened the video box. “At least, the magazines are. He probably ordered them.”
“Do you get stuff in the mail in plain brown wrappers?” I opened up to a page to find a woman kneeling in front of a man, her lips wrapped around his cock. Just the sight of it made my pussy contract.
“Yep, all the time.” She pulled a tape out and popped it in, flopping down on the bed with the remote. “Come on, I want you to see this one.” Abandoning the magazine, I crawled up next to her as she fast forwarded through the credits, settling myself on a pillow as the two girls on screen sat out in their backyard in bikinis and talked about their boyfriends and how unsatisfied they were with their sex lives.
“I thought you didn’t like the dialogue.” I glanced at Erica.
“It doesn’t last long,” she replied, and I noticed that she had her hand up under her skirt and my belly clenched, imagining what she was doing under there.
I wanted to touch myself, too, but in the light of day, I just couldn’t seem to bring myself to do it. On the screen, the girls were sitting up, their knees touching, and I stared as one leaned forward and kissed the other.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, watching their tongues tangle together. The redhead reached out to slip her hand under the bikini top of the blonde as they kissed. “Erica, what are they doing?”
“It gets better,” she murmured, her eyes on the screen. I could see her hand moving under her skirt and I squeezed my thighs together, feeling a hot throb between my legs.
The girls on the screen were naked in no time, kissing and rubbing up against each other on one of the lounge chairs. The blonde was licking the redhead’s fat, pink nipples, making her moan and touch her own pussy. Glancing over at Erica and seeing that she wasn’t paying attention to me, I slid my hand down, moving my skirt aside so I could cup my mound-just to ease the ache a little bit.
“Watch,” Erica whispered, and the movement under her skirt was faster, now, as the television revealed a scene to me I never thought I’d believe was arousing-but it was. The blonde was between the redhead’s legs, spreading her pussy lips open with her fingers, and beginning to lick her there. She had a sparse triangle of red hair between her legs that glistened in the sun with her juices.
“Isn’t that hot?” Erica asked, and I watched as her other hand snuck up under her blouse, moving over her breast.
I nodded, but didn’t say anything, feeling my pussy through my damp panties and aching to touch my clit. The redhead was moaning loudly, playing with her own nipples as the blonde licked and sucked at her pussy. I closed my eyes, feeling that hot tingle between my legs, but I couldn’t escape it-the wet sounds and moaning from the television were too compelling.
“Does it really feel that good?” I gulped, pushing my panties aside. I couldn’t help it, my pussy was so swollen and wet and aching to be touched.
“Oh, Leah, you have no idea.” Erica’s breath was coming faster, her skirt was pulled up, and I could see her hand working underneath her panties. “I wish I had a tongue right now…”
The redhead was moaning, “Don’t stop, don’t stop!” and the blonde licked faster, pumping her fingers in and out. Tentatively, I slid a finger into my pussy as I watched, rubbing my clit with my thumb. It felt so good I could barely stand it—but I couldn’t stop. The girl on screen was coming, her body shaking with it, her eyes closed and head thrown back.
“They take turns,” Erica whispered as she started pulling her panties down. She opened her knees wide as she touched herself, her fingers making wet noises, and I watched them dip down inside of her.
Sure enough, on screen, the blonde was lying down now, and the redhead was between her legs. The hair between the blonde’s legs was like Erica’s, sparse and curly and light and her pussy was a deep, dark pink, her lips fat and swollen.
“Oh god, that feels so good,” Erica murmured, and I couldn’t help watching her rock with it, her eyes closing as she bit her lip.
My hand moved even faster over my pussy, seeing her shirt riding up, her nipple peeking over where she had her bra pulled down. I had that urge again to lick it as I leaned up on my elbow and watched her, but this time I didn’t stop myself. Leaning in, I feathered a kiss on the tip and heard her gasp, her eyes flying open.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized, my belly clenching, seeing the shock on her face.
She moaned. “Do it again…. oh, please…”
The longing in her voice made me lean back in, this time with my tongue, licking her nipple. She moaned again, whispering, “Ohhh yes,” and arched her back. Her nipples were pink and hardened like little pebbles. I licked back and forth, around and around, watching the pleasure on her face.
“Oh Leah,” she gasped, her fingers making a wet squelch as she fucked her pussy with them. I latched onto her nipple, sucking it into my mouth, the ache between my legs growing like a fever, making me crazy. “Oh make me come, I’m gonna come!”
And she was, shuddering and trembling and arching, her hand shoved deep between her legs, my tongue working her nipple for all I was worth. I wanted to come, too, but didn’t, pressing my whole hand over my mound as she climaxed, just holding the feeling there between my thighs. Watching her orgasm was powerful, stunning, and knowing I had a part in it was even more exciting.
“Oh my god,” she murmured, her hand resting on her belly now, wet with her juices. “That felt soooo good.”
“It looked like it,” I replied softly and she met my eyes, smiling.
“Want me to make you feel good, too?” She leaned up on her elbow and pressed me flat on the bed. “It’s only fair we take turns.”
I hesitated, shaking my head, but she was pulling my blouse up, my bra down, and had her mouth on my breast before I could say anything at all. Her tongue was like liquid fire over my nipple, and her hand sought the other one, too, rubbing it hard through my bra.
“Erica!” I gasped, looking down to see her mouth working as she sucked my nipple in deep. “Oh, god!”
I had to touch myself. I had to, I didn’t have a choice. The feeling between my legs was too great, too much to ignore. I struggled my panties down, and she helped me, too, tugging them past my knees and putting her hand on my thigh as I began to rub my clit in fast circles. Her tongue made the same pattern over my nipple, sending shockwaves through my body, right down between my legs.
When I felt her fingers parting me, I gasped, my eyes flying open. I started to protest until she slid them inside, working them in and out as I rubbed myself.
It felt too good for me to say no. I could hear the two girls on the TV, moaning and crying out, but I couldn’t open my eyes to watch. I was too distracted by Erica’s mouth and hand.
“Do you really want to know what a tongue feels like?” she whispered against my breast. I met her eyes, and saw how hungry she was and wondered if I looked that way, too, when I was watching her. “I’ll do it to you… do you want me to?”