Chapter 2
I live in a garden apartment, with a woods on one side and a shopping mall on the other. My secretarial job gives me enough money for that, clothes, and a little car, and I'm content. I'm not a material girl, preferring to concentrate on that physical and spiritual thing that makes me happiest: S-E-X!
In spite of my fixation on older men, I've fucked many of my young male neighbors at the apartment complex as well. We have cook-outs and parties, and one thing leads to another. But, being a sex lover, I don't see why I should limit myself. So I've fucked women, too. And the sweetest of these is my very own apartment mate, Adrienne.
Adrienne is my age, twenty-two, but she's dark while I'm blonde. Since she also has a tall, willowy figure, long hair, and pointed tits, we're a matched but contrasting pair. We sleep in the same room when we don't have other lovers, in the same king-size bed and in the nude. Many's the night our warm bodies have come together in the dark, and I've felt her delicious lips and her furry pussy on mine.
"Well, did you have a nice day, Meredith?" my roomie asked when I got home from my ride with Charles. She was curled up in a chair watching television, and was wearing only a brief black bra and panties.
"That's putting it mildly, dear," I replied. I shucked off my dress, sat down in another chair and got out of my stockings and heels, too. I'd been pleasantly naked much of the day, and I wanted to be that way again.
Then I told Adrienne about my latest older man and his chauffeur. As I did so, her dark eyes widened and she began sighing and shifting her sexy body. At last, she rose, turned off the television, wiggled out of her bra and panties and came over and sat at my feet.
"Let's go back to the part where he ate your pussy," she said mischievously. "Did he do it like this?"
She put her hands on my long thighs, spread them, and burrowed her pretty face into my crotch. She opened my labes with her fingers, licked my clit, then stuck her tongue right up my hole.
"Yes, like that," I sighed, reaching down and stroking her long, dark hair.
"Did he make you come that way?" she went on, after giving my quim some more slurpy licks. "Did he?"
"No, he did that with his dick," I replied. "But listen, Adrienne. This is very nice, but I'm all fucked out. I can't do any more tonight."
"Oh, yes, you can," the sultry brunette protested, smiling wantonly up at me. Her red lips were coated with my pussy juice.
"Oh, no, I can't," I repeated.
"Oh, yes, you can, you little fuck doll!" my roomie concluded. "And I'll even give you a dick, since you seem to like them so much!"
I ought to mention that Adrienne is the aggressor when we have woman to woman sex. In fact, she's a lesbian all the way, while I'm obviously bi. I'd rather go both ways, since as they say, everybody loves you when you're like that! But having her be butch does make for some pretty wild experiences.
That night was no exception. Getting up and prancing over to a cabinet where she kept some exotic appliances, she came back with a long, thick vibrator and sat at my feet again. It wasn't one of those smooth white ones, however. It was flesh-colored and in the shape of a real cock, and it even had little rubber pussy pleasers sticking out of it.
She turned the thing on, and it pulsated strongly. We always keep plenty of fresh batteries around our apartment for just such occasions! Holding it up and teasing me with it, she waved it in front of my face and next to my crotch. Then she ended my wriggling anticipation by plunging it right up my hole.
Adrienne worked the vibrator in me with a will. Its hundred little fingers tickled every inch of my hot, wet channel, driving me half-crazy. I went totally rigid, raising up and supporting myself with my shoulders on the back of the chair and my heels on the floor.
"Oh, honey!" I shrieked. "That's incredible!"
"Yeah, Meredith," she replied. She licked her lips lustily, and there was a devilish look in her dark eyes. "I'm gonna make your honey flow like a river. I'm gonna make you come!"
And a moment later, she did just that. It didn't hurt that she used her other hand to tweak my hard nipples for good measure. A strong, sharp orgasm seized my whole suspended body, from my long blonde hair to my curling toes. In fact, even my toenails and the roots of my blonde hair seemed to come!
I tensed my long thighs so much that they cramped up as I took my climax to the fullest. Adrienne kept working the vibrator in me, taking a perverse satisfaction in making me go so nuts.
"Oh. Oh, pussy!" I shouted, as I came and came and came. "Oh, damn. Ohhhhh!"
Now I was just as down and nasty as I'd been that afternoon. And, even though I'd just come like gang busters, I wanted more!
My roomie sensed my endless appetite. "Hold on, darling," she said. "Pussy's gonna give you yet another kind of dick!"
She went to the fuck tool cabinet again, and came back with a straight dildo this time. I watched in lewd satisfaction as she strapped it onto her tall, naked body. The thongs contrasted nicely with her smooth white flesh.
She looked pleased when she'd finished, standing there with that big rubber tool sticking out and up between her legs. If it hadn't been for her tits, she could have been a man. That was surely what she wanted, at times.
"Get down on the carpet and turn over," Adrienne commanded me. "I'm gonna give this to you from behind."
"You're not going to stick that big thing in my back door, are you?" I questioned, as I got on my hands and knees.
"No, trust me," she laughed. "Though I might tickle you with it there!"
She knelt behind me. And she did work my other hole with its rubber tip before she plunged the dildo way up my juicing quim. When she levered her feminine hips and thrust with it, it was like when Rick had fucked me, but with a different, more sensitive motion. I abandoned myself to getting pronged by my roomie with a fake cock!
"Ah," I gasped. "Ah, yes! Give me that hunk of rubber. Give it to me good!"
Adrienne obliged. She stroked my silky, arching back and reached underneath me to pull on my hanging breasts. She squeezed my firm buns and fingered my wildly sensitive clit. She leaned over and rubbed her own hard nipples on me.
That woman really loved to fuck like a man. And she knew how to treat another woman right!
Soon, I came again. I'd lost track of how many orgasms I'd had that day, and with how many different people. Everybody seemed to like sexy young me. I was getting more sex than most folks did in a month. It was Meredith day, for sure!
"Ooo!" I squealed. "Here I come. Watch out. Another Big O! Better stand back. That thing's in me so tight I'll shoot it out of me!"
"Damn, you're uninhibited," my partner observed, feeling my slender body shudder under her hands and my pussy get all squishy wet around the dildo. "But go for it, sweet cakes. Go!"
At last, I was done, and she slid the rubber thing out of me. We flipped over on our backs and lay side by side on the carpet, panting and heaving. We might have just looked like two sleepy young women, if it hadn't been for the fake dick standing straight up between her legs, all slick with my love juice!
"Take that thing off," I told her. "Or else I'll get horny yet again, and I don't think I could stand it."
"Okay, doll," Adrienne agreed, reaching for the straps. "But it's your spunk on it, so you get to wash it off for the next time!"
What friendly roomies we really were. We not only shared the dishwashing and the laundry, but also chores like that!
Then she told me about some things she'd read. My friend had a whole library of sex books that she perused when things were slow at her retail sales job. She said that the word "dildo" wasn't some crude, recent invention, but that it went back as far as the middle ages. And she related that, in the early twentieth century, there were doctors who used electric vibrators to relieve "female nervousness." Many proper ladies went to those doctors, never admitting to themselves afterwards that they'd had an orgasm and that all they'd really needed was a good lay!
"Gee, that's interesting, Adrienne," I reacted. "But you didn't get off tonight, yourself." I snuggled up to her, kissing her smooth cheek and tickling her upright tits with a strand of my long blonde hair. "I wouldn't want you to suffer from 'female nervousness!'"
"Don't worry, Meredith," she replied. "I wouldn't let you get away without fucking me." She paused. "And I know just how I want you to do it!"
Then she took my hand and examined my nails. Shaking her head, she got up, went to the bedroom, and came back with a pair of scissors. While I wasn't too happy about it, she trimmed my right middle fingernail and the thumbnail on the same hand.
"Now finger-fuck me, girl," she instructed. "And thumb-fuck me. Stick your thumb up my twat, and your finger up my butt!"
She lay back on the rug, and I did what she'd said. Damn, there were so many wild ways that sex could be! If you lived a hundred years, you'd never think of all of them. I lubricated my finger with her pussy juice, and got it up to the third knuckle in her ass. I worked my thumb in her hot, wet sleeve and even squeezed my two digits together as if they could meet.
My roomie's privates were no mystery to me. They were just as familiar, and just as clean and good, as her face. And what I was doing was thrilling to me, as well.
Adrienne's long thighs tensed, and she rotated her hips sensuously. I bent down and got my mouth into the action, too, taking strands of her dark pubic hair between my teeth and licking her hard little clit. We were really having fun!
Soon I had her coming. "Ungh. Ungh!" she grunted, sounding very happy indeed. "Yeah, stick it to me. Oh, yeah. Ahhhhh!"
Her face contorted with pleasure, and she bit at her fist as she got her tough, kinky charge. She came long and well, and I stayed with her all the way.
I pulled my thumb and finger out of her, and looked at my short, sticky nails. "Oh, dear," I pouted. "Now I'll have to grow these back."
But Adrienne smiled. "Oh, well, Meredith," she said. "At least it was for a good cause!"
Then we showered and went off to bed.
Three nights a week, Adrienne works at a nude bar to supplement her income from retail sales. Sometimes I go in and sit at the bar to keep her company. I tip the bartender, and he even lets me earn a few bucks by hustling the male patrons for drinks myself.
Most of the guys are gentlemen, just out for a little loving they may not be getting at home. And they tend to be older men, which obviously suits me just fine.
One night, I was sitting with a ruggedly handsome, gray-haired fellow, watching Adrienne dance. She was up on stage naked. As her slender female body moved expressively to the music, her long dark hair, black beaver, and black spike heels contrasted beautifully with her smooth white flesh.
"Damn, isn't she lovely?" the guy I was with enthused. "She's a heartwarming sight. Anybody who doesn't think so is crazy."
"Yes, she is," I agreed. Then I decided to be bold. "She's my lover, you know."
He looked surprised. But he wasn't disapproving.
"Well, good for you," he concluded. "Different strokes for different folks, as they say. That's what made this country great. And anybody who loves someone like her is pretty great, indeed."
Then he told me some more. "I come in here because I love women," he said. "It's not too much to say that I want to make love to every third woman I pass on the street. But here, I get to touch them, and to make at least some of my fantasies real. It lets off pressure, and it keeps me good."
"But doesn't the money bother you?" I asked. "Maybe I'm only being nice to you because you paid twenty bucks for my drink."
"No, it doesn't," he replied with a warm smile. "It's only money, and the loving is more important and real enough for me." He paused. "I like to think that you like me a little bit, too."
I smiled back. I did like him. Being a nympho after all, I liked most men. And since he was a nice guy, I decided to be very nice to him.
Without him even giving me another twenty, I let him slide his hand up under my top and feel all over my warm, braless breasts. He teased my nipples to hardness, being sensitive to my pleasure, too.
He slid his other hand up my thigh in the jeans I was wearing, and cupped it on my warming crotch. I didn't resist getting turned on, and I felt my juices flow. Then I unzipped my jeans and let him into my panties, where he happily went for my hot, wet slit.
In turn, in the darkness under the bar, I opened his fly and let his hard dick go into my hand. I couldn't help noting that he had a big one, which maybe was why he was always so horny for women! I fingered the swollen head and ran my hand down the long, thick shaft. My pussy creamed even more from my holding his tool.
Adrienne was still dancing, and we were both watching her. So it suddenly became a session of mutual masturbation, with her as the model! The music had gotten faster, and my roomie was gyrating her hips and bumping her bare snatch at the audience. Faster and faster I stroked the guy's schlong, and faster and faster he fingered me, being considerate enough to stay right on my clit.
Then, in an explosion of sound, the song ended. At the same moment, an orgasm that practically lifted my young body off the bar stool seized me. The guy gasped, and his dick began jerking and pumping, too, spurting out loads of semen onto the floor. As Adrienne sank to the stage exhausted, I wouldn't have been surprised if she'd completed the bizarre three-way by coming herself!
The tall, dark lovely got up, stepped into her black panties, and came down to the bar. The patrons hadn't applauded her as much as she'd have liked, so she was acting a little bitchy.
"Damn, I'm glad I'm gay!" she muttered as she reached my male friend and me. "Meredith, let's get out of this place."
But the older guy, having zipped his satisfied cock back in, boldly reached out and caressed her smooth, firm form.
"You may be gay," he told her. "But I'd think someone like you would take sex wherever she could find it, as I do."
"You son of a bitch!" Adrienne exclaimed. "But you're right, damn it. Yes, I would."
Then, since it was closing time at the nude bar, she and I did go home. And the minute we were in our apartment, she led me to the bed. Sometimes, she didn't like my being bi, and she seemed determined to teach me a lesson for my being with a man right in front of her. She stripped down again, then tugged off my top and jeans.
Adrienne got on top of me, grinding her dark-furred pussy onto my blonde one. She humped my leg and ran her own tensing thigh along my crotch.
"I'm going to fuck you good, bitch," she stated. "I'm going to fuck you so you'll stay fucked. And it's going to be a woman who does it!"
But then she relented and grew more tender. She turned around head to foot with me, and buried her mouth in my intricate folds.
I did the same to her. We ate each other's quim to our hearts' content. If you're a woman, and you've never had the experience of your tits on another woman's firm belly and hers on yours, your hands squeezing her tight buns and hers yours, much less having such an exciting, juicy mouthful and being eaten yourself, then you're missing something, to say the least.
We slurped and sucked and licked until we came like crazy. We became one writhing, straining, moaning, pleasure-seeking mass of female flesh as we came like we'd never, ever quit.
"Mmm," we went, our mouths full of yummy folds of twat. "Mmm. Mmm. Mmmmm!"
Afterward, we turned and lay side by side, our pretty heads on the pillows. We might have been a pair of sweet young things, except that our faces were covered with each other's sticky stuff!
"You know, Meredith, we're a couple of bad, dirty girls," Adrienne said.