Chapter 3
Now I had two people in my current sexual universe, Adrienne and Charles. That wasn't counting Rick, who'd been a one-afternoon diversion, or my casual encounter in the nude bar.
But, during slow periods in my secretarial job, I kept thinking of other combinations. What if I somehow got Charles together with my lesbian roomie, for example? Or maybe my older lover's middle-aged wife would like to play, too. The latter was another advantage of fucking married men!
First, though, I was presented with a target of sexual opportunity, as it were. And she gave me a chance to emulate Adrienne and be a bit of a dominant lesbo myself.
I keep in shape by jogging on the suburban and country roads around my apartment complex. I've met a number of men that way, since their brief attire lets me check out their bare, tanned chests and their muscular legs.
When I jog, I also show a lot of my own sexy body. I wear thin red shorts that reveal a good two inches of my tight buns, and a cut-off T-shirt that provides glimpses of the undersides of my firm, pointed breasts. Unlike some over-endowed women, I don't have to wear an athletic bra, or any bra for that matter!
One hot summer afternoon, I was chugging down a forest path. I was sweaty and happy, and was glorying in the great out of doors.
Just then, I came upon another female jogger. In fact, as I came around a corner, I almost ran over her! She was blonde and in her early twenties like me, but there the similarity ended. While I'm tall and willowy, her body was built, if you'll excuse the old expression, like a brick shit house!
The young woman, whose name turned out to be Liz, was kneeling down to tie her shoelace. She was wearing a tight white outfit that did little to hide her huge breasts and her luscious rear end. Suddenly, I began to get all hot and sweaty for a different reason than my exertion. And the moisture I felt between my legs wasn't sweat, at all.
"Here, let me help you with that," I said, introducing myself and kneeling down along with her. "If you stand up, you'll have a better feel for how tight your shoelace should be."
Liz obeyed, and I tied her shoe. But then I went on to get a better feel myself!
I ran my hands up her smooth, honey-colored thighs, first on the outsides and then, more intimately, on the insides. On the outsides, I felt boldly all the way up under her shorts, to her firm, round buns. And on the insides, I didn't stop until I was touching pubic hair!
"Oh, Meredith!" Liz exclaimed, suddenly becoming aware. She clamped her legs together, though that only served to hold my hands at her privates. "What are you doing? I thought I had to watch out for lewd males when I jogged. But nobody ever told me about lewd females!"
"Believe it, sweetie," I replied boldly. "Call me an out-of-control bisexual, but I've just got to do something with you!"
While Liz was shy, something about her told me she'd been with at least one woman before. Besides, who could resist a hot young lovely like me? So I maneuvered her off the forest path to a place where we couldn't be seen. Then I pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles.
Kneeling, I went to work on her lower body again. There was something about her thick, strong legs and her big but firm ass that really got to me, drove me wild. There was a difference between a masculine woman like Adrienne, I reflected, and a female jock like Liz. And I loved whatever that difference was!
While she stroked my long blonde hair and let me do it, I nuzzled her soft yellow bush. Then I fingered open her labes and looked at her pink. There was a drop of clear fluid at her opening, and I licked it off. I flicked my tongue over her button, which made her gasp and shudder. She had a nice, tasty pussy, for sure.
"Oh, Meredith!" my sudden partner exclaimed. "Yes, do that after all. Make me come!"
"I will, babe," I responded, looking not so innocently up at her. "I'll make you come like crazy!"
Liz spread her legs and opened herself to me completely. Holding onto her sweet ass, I gave her the full treatment, eating her deeply. She tensed her voluptuous body and quaked with joy, throwing back her blonde head and moaning with pleasure.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh," she went. "Oh, that's it. A little faster. Oh, yes. Ohhh!"
Then she did come, right there in the woods. When she did, she put out so much juice that it coated her tanned thighs, not to mention my pretty face. Damn, it was a healthy activity to go jogging in the out of doors. And it was a deliciously wet and sticky one, as well!
Liz's knees buckled, and she sank down to the ground with me. Totally uninhibited now, she kissed her own stuff off my lips. She stood up again and turned around, and I kissed her sweet ass. "Kiss my ass" is usually an insult, but not when the subject is sex!
The well-endowed blonde pulled up her panties and shorts, then helped me up, too. "Let me do something for you in return, Meredith," she offered. "Maybe we could go to my place and I could give you some head."
"Naw," I replied with a grin. "That was on the house. My pleasure. Consider it a gift."
Liz nodded, smiled, and jogged off again just as quickly as I'd come upon her. It was also just as quickly as she'd come!
Only when she was gone did I realize that I'd forgotten to get a look at, and a suck at, her huge breasts. But you can't have everything, every time.
When I got back from my run, I told Adrienne about my brief encounter. I also confessed the major ache I did have between my legs.
"Get the vibrator. Quick!" I exclaimed. "Do something. I've got to get off. I'm going nuts!"
My sympathetic roomie wasn't slow to help me. Instead of the vibrator, though, she knelt at my feet, yanked down my thin red shorts, and licked me to a strong orgasm just as I'd licked Liz.
"I'm a little jealous, Meredith," she confessed afterward, as we relaxed on the sofa. "I would have liked to have fucked that jogger, too."
"Don't worry," I replied. "I have an idea that will give you all the lesbo balling you can handle!"
Then I told her about my thoughts that she and Charles could fuck, and that she could fuck Charles's wife, with his complicity, as well.
"You're a little schemer," Adrienne laughed when she'd heard my plan. "And you're a little devil, because you're making me boff the man to get to the woman."
She paused. "But I like older women, especially stylish, married ones. It's the same as your liking older men. So yes, Meredith. Yes!"
So the next Friday night, I got Charles to ask Adrienne and me out to dinner. He picked us up in his limo, which made my roomie whistle her approval. When Rick, the chauffeur, opened the door for us, he gave me a wink. It wasn't that long ago that he'd had his big cock in me!
We all sat on the leather seat, with Charles in the middle. He had a bottle of champagne on ice, and we sipped it from crystal glasses. He'd told his wife he was out of town, so he had the night to spend with us. The whole thing was going to be endless fun!
Adrienne and I were wearing short, thin dresses, and we had our long, stocking-clad legs stretched out in front of us. Charles, no longer at all shy about young women, leaned forward and ran his strong hand up my thigh, not stopping until he got to my warming crotch. He gasped with delight when he realized I wasn't wearing panties, and that he was touching fur and labes.
At the same time, not being shy, period, he was giving the same treatment to Adrienne, even though he'd just met her. Suddenly, both of his palms were full of luscious, twenty-two-year-old cooze!
My roommate, the inveterate lesbian, didn't look that pleased at being handled that way by a man. But I could tell she was getting aroused. And once she got hot enough, a dick would be just as good as a mouth or a dildo.
For his part, Charles was in heaven. "It doesn't get any better than this!" he sighed.
"Oh, yes, it does," I purred. "You can fuck these pussies."
Then I looked across him at Adrienne. "You know, this guy and I fucked right here in this limo," I said, to break the ice. "I recommend it highly."
"Yes, Adrienne," Charles nodded. He told Rick to drive around for a while before going to the restaurant. "Why don't we all enjoy ourselves right now?"
That suited me just fine. I reached over, unzipped my older lover's fly, and hauled out his hard, throbbing rod. I bent down and licked it up and down, then ran my tongue around its swollen head. He sighed deeply and stroked my long blonde hair. This was breaking the ice, for sure!
My lesbo roomie leaned in and gave his tool a few tentative licks as well, while he stroked her long dark hair in turn.
Charles saw her hesitation. "Listen," he told her. "If you don't want some cock, I'll give you some head. Maybe that will suit you better." I hadn't told him about her lesbianism, but he could guess.
Adrienne's eyes brightened at that. He'd displayed something I like about older men. They're considerate, and they're smart.
Now Charles lay back full-length on the limo seat. He knew the right position, as well. Also without being told, my roomie got up and straddled his face, and I straddled his lap, facing her. She lifted her short skirt and lowered her vulva onto his lips as I fitted my creaming quim down onto his familiar, vertical dong. Our little three-way was all ready to go!
Adrienne and I leaned forward, held each other's shoulders for balance, and French-kissed as the fucking began. I moved up and down slowly and sensuously, happily taking cock. She didn't move as much, because Charles was taking care of most of the work at her end with his busy tongue.
"Ooo. Ooo. Ooo!" we went, getting hotter and hotter. My roomie was now overlooking the fact that it was a man instead of a woman who was eating her, and she had let herself go completely. She was squirming around, swinging her hair, and straining toward an orgasm. Then it broke, making her go limp in my arms.
"Oh. Oh, yes. Ohhh!" she shouted. "Oh, man, you do give great head! I guess a little change of pace wasn't a bad idea, at that."
"Oh. Oh, yeah!" I echoed, as I achieved my own shuddering release. Then I felt Charles's cock pulsate and pump in me as he got his rocks off, too.
We two young women dismounted the older guy and helped him up on the limo seat. After we'd fixed our dresses, our hair and our makeup, we took some tissues and cleaned up our male friend's suit pants, as well. They had my come stains all over them. He always seemed to be fully dressed when we made it.
"You know, I've never even seen you naked," I jokingly said to him. "Are you hiding something?"
"No," he laughed. "No old war injury or anything like that. I'm just in too much of a rush to fuck you hot young beauties, or to eat your tasty pussies."
He paused. "Besides, you do get to see the best part of me naked. My cock!"
In that spirit, we arrived at the restaurant. Charles had chosen the most expensive place in town, with white tablecloths and gleaming silver. The three of us sat at a table against the wall, with him again in the middle. He ordered up an absolute feast that must have run the tab to several hundred dollars. That was another advantage of dating older, established men!
"We did this evening in the right order," he said, taking a forkful of lobster and Russian caviar. "I'm famished from the sex."
Adrienne and I agreed. Feasting after fucking is one of the world's greatest pleasures.
Nor was the happy feeling between our legs totally over. That was because the old rascal had his hands on us under the table!
When we were riding home, I sounded Charles out about his wife. I had briefly seen her at the pop concert where we'd first met. But he described her better as a forty-five-year-old redhead with a nice body but a relatively conservative, uptight mind.
He raised his eyebrows when I told him just how gay Adrienne was. He raised them even higher when I suggested that she might seduce his wife into lesbian sex!
"I don't think she's had any affairs during our marriage, much less with women," he said. "But she might be open to it. And, damn it, the idea does turn me on." He paused. "Another thing. She does like a tough, powerful partner. That's the way I am with her, though I'm not that way with you. So a lesbian, if you'll excuse my frankness, could get to her."
Adrienne brightened. "That's just how I like to play it," she said. "I could get your wife to go woman to woman if anyone could!"
"Do you actually have to salivate?" I joked, seeing her expression at the prospect. "But go to it. Let's work my plan!"
When we three sexy plotters got back to the apartment, my dark-haired roomie and I invited my older lover in. To complete the evening, we sat on the sofa and played an erotic video on the VCR. It was of two beautiful women going at it with each other.
"That's a fantastic thing," Charles said, glancing at both of us. "I don't know why men are turned on by it, but they sure as hell are."
"Would you like to see it for real?" Adrienne asked purringly.
It took him a moment to realize what she meant. Then he turned silently to me.
"Yes, I fuck her, too," I told him. "But I'm bi. What I feel for men is just as strong." To confirm it, I ran my hand up his thigh.
"Will wonders never cease?" he laughed when he'd gotten over his surprise. "But in that case, or in any case, yes, I would like to see!"
So Adrienne and I stood up, shucked off our thin dresses, and shook out our long hair. There we were, she brunette and I blonde, in nothing but garter belts, stockings, and high heels. Charles must have felt that he'd died and gone to a sensual heaven!
My roomie lay down on the rug, her hair fanning out and her firm, pointed breasts rising. She spread her long legs, stroked her thighs, and opened her pussy with her fingers. She wantonly met Charles's eyes, showing it to him.
"Wouldn't you like to have this?" she teased. "But it's for Meredith, not for you. Though you did get to eat it tonight."
He was beside himself, but he was also happy as a lark. So, if that wasn't enough, I lay down on top of Adrienne, upside-down. My long blonde hair fell over her lap, and my furry peach was right at her ruby red lips.
"Oh, damn." Charles sighed, seeing me too. "But please go on!"
We certainly did. With me as the aggressor, as if to lay my bisexuality all out for him, we got into tender sex. My roomie made her tongue long and hard and licked my slit and my clit. I did likewise with her, getting her all opened up and lapping her freely flowing juices. We'd done so much lesbian fucking that we were like a well-oiled machine. Soon our eyes were closed in passion and our smooth young flesh was quivering with joy.
"Nnn. Nnn," we moaned softly as we built to a quieter kind of climax. As we moved sensuously and femininely together, a warm, peaceful wave washed over us, and we were done.
When we uncoupled, though, we found that Charles hadn't only been watching! He had his long, hard dick out, and had been stroking it well.
"Oh. Oh, yes!" he shouted, suddenly shooting strong streams of hot, white sperm. "Oh, that was a fantastic thing!"
"Why, you dirty old man," Adrienne scolded. "I should make you clean up the rug."
"She's only kidding," I told him. "But you are quite a masturbator, if you'll recall that time by the pond!"
"Well, I do feel pretty decadent," he laughed. "Like a real voluptuary."
"Nothing wrong with that," my lesbian roomie said, as we concluded our sexy evening.