Chapter 3
Since I had no appointments scheduled for that afternoon, I asked Pam if I could come over to her place around two. "I have something very important to discuss with you," I explained.
"Trouble with Richard?" she asked while checking her calendar. Pam owned an interior decorating business, which had become so successful, it basically ran itself.
"No. Business."
"Sounds interesting. Give me a hint."
At first, I thought to tell her the whole story, but I simply said, "Sex toys," and hung up.
Pam and I had been friends since we roomed together in college. Up until the episode with Katrina, she was my first and only female lover. Just the thought of her hot little tongue on my nipples, or those skillful fingers on my clit, got me wet. And that was all I was thinking of as I drove to her place.
The petite redhead met me at the door with warm hugs. She was dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt, but Pam had the kind of figure that allowed her to wear almost anything and look dynamite. This was no exception. With her flaming mane of hair swept up into a pony tail, she looked half her age.
"I'll go crazy if you don't tell me what is going on," she squealed once we were seated on the sofa in her spacious living room.
"I want to open a sex shop here in town," I began, watching her huge blue eyes for a reaction.
Instead of a reply, Pam laughed aloud. "You know, it's a great idea. There isn't even a place in town to buy sexy lingerie."
"I know. I've got the money to get started, but I'll need your help. You're a little more experienced in sexy.. .in kinky.. .you know."
Again, Pam laughed. "Of course, I'll help. It'll really be fun."
We went to her kitchen table and immediately began making lists of things to do and things we needed to buy. Three hours later, we had a fairly complete business plan and a list of distributors to contact for ordering merchandise. And if we remodeled the space where my massage therapy practice was now located, there would be plenty of room for the shop. The city zoning was fine, and I was sure my landlord wouldn't mind.
"I'll just move my office upstairs," I said.
"And I'll work for you part-time," she said with a lopsided grin. Tendrils of silky hair curled around the base of her head and her eyes shone with excitement.
"We're partners," I said, and then I stood up and extended my hand.
"Partner," she said as she gripped my fingers firmly.
"Partner," I repeated as the heat from her hand traveled up my arm, making me tingle. "Kiss me," Pam breathed.
With our hands still clasped, we pressed our lips together in what appeared to be an innocent kiss. That didn't last long. Moaning, I allowed my lips to part for Pam's probing tongue. Our bodies moved closer and closer until they were touching. I cupped her braless breasts in both hands. The nipples made hard little points in her shirt as I worked a thigh between her legs. She humped it slowly.
"God, it's been a long time," she whispered when we came up for air.
"I know. I'm so wet," I confessed, and kissed her again.
"Me, too," she said with a little smile. Then she took my hand. "Let's go in the bedroom. I have something just for you."
I allowed Pam to lead me down the short hall to her bedroom. It was decorated with lots of feminine touches and light, airy colors. Her big bed dominated the center of the room. She crawled onto it and reached for me.
Again, I was moaning as our mouths came together, tongues dancing, hands roaming freely. I pushed her T-shirt up, revealing her beautiful breasts, which were topped with candy-pink nipples. She removed the shirt as I took first one pink bud into my mouth and then the other. I was already working on the zipper to her jeans. Once that was down, I pushed my hand inside, eager to feel her hot pussy.
"God, I've missed you," she whimpered as she ground her pussy against my fingers. "Nobody makes me cum like you."
I don't know which was making me hotter, her words or the fact that her pussy was already sucking on one of my fingers. But there wasn't time to think about that. All I had to do was add a second finger and Pam was off like a rocket, her ass bouncing all over the bed.
Her pussy seemed reluctant to release my fingers even as she wiggled out of her jeans. When the jeans were out of the way, she stretched out on the bed, completely naked, and guided my hand to her mouth. Moaning at the taste of herself, she licked my fingers and then pulled me down on top of her.
Again, we kissed and I got my first taste of her pussy, which reminded me that it had indeed been a long time. The taste and familiar musky scent drew my mouth down her body like a magnet. I spent only seconds on her nipples and her dimpled navel. Rubbing my nose in her flaming bush, I inhaled deeply.
"Bring me off with your tongue," she whimpered. Spreading her legs wide, she placed a hand on my head, pushing downward gently.
Ignoring my own needs for the moment, I parted her lips with my fingers and drove my tongue deep. Pam gasped and arced her back, thrusting her pussy against my mouth. Again and again, I pushed my tongue inside of her, sucking noisily as I did so. She was rubbing her own clit with her fingers, her groans of pleasure growing louder by the minute.
"I have to cum," she squealed. "Please make me cum."
The words were familiar, too, and for a moment I was back in our dark dorm room on that hard narrow bed. From the first time I tasted Pam's pussy, I knew I was hooked. And she could satisfy me like no man ever had, whether it was with her tongue or one of her sexy toys.
Pam's sharp cry of release brought me back to the present. Her body went wild and her pussy clamped down on my tongue as if it would never let go. I stayed right with her, teasing her sweaty asshole with my fingers, licking her sex-slick lips until she returned to reality.
And then it was my turn. Pam undressed me slowly, her hands and mouth covering every inch of flesh as it was exposed to her. By the time she licked her way down my undulating body, I was teetering on the brink of orgasm. And, yet, relief seemed far, far away.
I lay back on the big pillows, closed my eyes and gave myself to her freely. She planted little kisses all over my mound before centering her attention on my swollen lips. Then she worked her tongue up and down my slit, dipping the tip into my pussy until I was humping her face slowly. Her tongue would travel upward to my clit, teasing it into an even greater erection. Back in my pussy, her talented tongue was pushed even deeper. Again, she worked me until I was humping, and then her mouth slid downward so that she was sucking my asshole.
"Pam," I moaned. If she didn't bring me off soon, I was going to explode. "I need to cum."
As badly as I wanted her tongue in my pussy, I was a little disappointed when it left my ass. Yet, it was replaced immediately by two fingers. I grunted when they were pushed into my tight channel. And I climaxed almost immediately when her tongue returned to my twat. My groans of release filled the room and I ground my pussy all over her face, eager to get every ounce of pleasure from this moment.
When I caught my breath, Pam licked her way back up my body and we lay together, kissing and murmuring softly to each other. "You said you had something for me," I reminded her.
"And I do," she said, bouncing out of my arms and off the bed.
I'd never known anyone who had as much energy as Pam. She dashed everywhere she went and everything-well, almost everything-was done with grace and efficiency. Even now, as she crossed the room to her closet, her fluid movements held my attention. I watched the muscles in her hips and thighs ripple with every step and found myself wanting her again.
"I got some boxes down out of the attic the other day," she explained as she squatted and searched in the closet. "One of them was some old stuff from school. But I found something that I think you might enjoy, especially now that you've got your heart set on this sex shop."
Suddenly, I knew what she had found before she said it, and long before she stood up and showed it to me. A strange heat began growing in my crotch as vivid memories flooded my brain. By the time she turned around, holding the strap-on dildo in front of her crotch, I was sitting straight up in the bed.
"I'd almost forgotten about that," I breathed as the fire spread outward down my thighs and up to my suddenly aching nipples.
"Me, too," she said.
Pam was walking toward me now, still holding the dildo in front of her. The first time I saw her with it on, I would have sworn she had sprouted a big, beautiful dick. From the bulbous knob on the end to the thick, heavily-veined shaft, it appeared to be real. It looked almost obscene bobbing around in front of her, especially with her hard-nippled tits and that curvy figure. And it was even longer than I remembered, probably a full ten inches. My pussy pulsed and juices oozed onto my thighs.
"Put it on," I urged. "Remind me how it feels."
She stopped just in front of the bed and buckled the rubber dick into place. The same feelings swept over me, as if she had suddenly grown a hard cock. Grinning down at me, she stroked her dick lovingly. From the hungry look in her eyes, it was easy to see that she was just as turned on as I was.
When she reached the bed, I leaned forward and licked the knob. Both of us groaned as I swirled my tongue around and around the end and then worked it up and down the shaft. Pam's groan grew louder and she thrust her pelvis forward, urging me to take the rubber dick into my mouth.
"Suck it," she muttered.
I obliged eagerly, forcing my lips down over the shaft just as if I was sucking Richard's cock. One hand was between my legs, squeezing my leaking mound.
With her hands on her hips, Pam fucked my mouth gently. Little wet sucking sounds filled the room as my lips slid up and down the dong.
I caught a whiff of her scent and trembled through a mini-cum, and that's when I knew I had to have it. "Fuck me now," I breathed, smearing my spit on the dildo with my fingertips.
"Where do you want it?" she wanted to know.
The old game was coming back to me quickly. "Everywhere," I answered truthfully. "Fuck my tits. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my ass."
Pam climbed onto the bed and I rolled onto my back, reaching for her with both hands. She straddled my body, the fake dick resting between my breasts. Catching the globes in both hands, she pulled them up around the dildo and then began fucking the tight tunnel of flesh slowly. The look on her face was as thrilling as the realistic dildo sliding back and forth between my tits. I could feel her pussy drooling all over my stomach.
"Are you ready to have this bad boy in your cunt?" she grunted.
I nodded, unable to speak.
Releasing my breasts, Pam knee-walked backwards, dragging the dildo down my stomach to my mound. My legs parted of their own accord, but Pam placed her hands on my wet thighs and pushed them even wider apart. I caught the end of the dildo in one hand and spread my lips with the other. Then I guided it to my overflowing hole. After working it around in a small circle, I humped upward, forcing the end between my lips. I gasped at the initial penetration and shuddered with excitement.
"You like my dick don't you?" Pam breathed. She hadn't forgotten our game either.
"I love it," I answered.
Pam's lusty gaze was riveted on my pussy lips stretched wide around the dildo. I made sure she could see my clit and I knew my juices were boiling out around the fake cock.
"Fuck me," I begged softly.
Inch by inch, Pam worked the rubber dick inside of me. Once it was buried to the hilt, she leaned forward and licked my nipples. I humped upward gently, urging her to start moving. She did as I asked, working the dildo in and out slowly at first, and then faster and faster as my body responded. Pam rode high on my mound, stimulating my clit perfectly while the base of the dildo worked on her own sensitive spot. Soon, "our sweaty bodies were slapping together rhythmically as we worked toward a mutual climax.
I was the first one to explode, my body bucking out of control. And then Pam's climax overtook her. She rammed the dildo deep and simply held it there, shuddering from head to toe, eyes glazed, face glistening with sweat.
We stayed that way, with my legs wrapped around her ass until we caught our breath. "Do you know what I like about your cock?" I quizzed.
"It always stays hard," she said with a little laugh.
I nodded.
This time, Pam lay down on the bed, her permanently hard dick jutting proudly toward the ceiling. Turning my back to her, I squatted over her body. I sank back onto the dildo, forcing it deep into my pussy in one smooth motion.
"I like it this way," she breathed as she held my ass cheeks apart with both hands and thrust upward gently. "I can see everything."
"I like it this way, too," I said. My last word came out as a gasp, because Pam was pushing the tip of a single, teasing finger into my asshole.
Moving my body up and down, I began riding her.
God, it felt good with that dildo buried in my hole! It seemed to be going just deep enough to make my itch even worse. I rode harder and faster, grunting with the effort.
"Ride it, baby." Pam's voice sounded as strained as my own. She had two fingers in my asshole now, priming me for what we both knew was soon to come. "That sweet pussy is just sucking on my dick."
And then I was cumming, unable to do anything, but gyrate wildly while pinching my nipples. Pam came right along with me, her upward thrusts strong and savage.
"Now you're going to get it in your ass," she growled, initiating a position change almost before we caught our breath.
I found myself on my hands and knees, my ass thrust high into the air. "Yeah, fuck my asshole," I babbled. "I want your fat dick in my ass."
Pam held my cheeks wide with her hands again, but this time there was no preliminary teasing. She simply aimed the knob at my puckered hole and thrust forward. The head stretched my tiny opening wide. Burying my face in the pillows, I forced myself to relax. Within the next few minutes, the bulbous knob was inching its way deep into my rectum. The pillows muffled my screams. Slowly, my body adjusted to this welcome intruder. The discomfort began to subside and then my groans of pleasure filled the room. I rocked back and forth on my knees, silently asking Pam for more. She gave it to me, holding onto my sweaty ass with both hands as we fell into a rhythmic fucking motion.
"Damn, you've got a pretty ass," Pam breathed.
"And it just loves being stuffed with your dick." Each word was punctuated by a little gasp of pleasure.
Sensing that I was ready to cum, Pam reached underneath me. Finding my clit, she pinched it to match the cock stroking in and out of my rectum. I closed my eyes as the first tremors of orgasm swept through me. The dildo was buried to the hilt, filling me to capacity, but the longer her fingers lingered on my clit, the more I wanted.
"Cum for me," Pam whispered. Then she worked two fingers into my splayed pussy. "I know you're ready."
That did it! In the next heartbeat, I was howling as bolts of pleasure ripped through my entire body, threatening to take my breath away. Pam stayed right with me, fingering my pussy, fucking my ass, until I was completely spent.
She withdrew the dildo from my ass. I looked back over my shoulder only to see her rolling onto her ass, those two wet fingers embedded in her cunt. There was no way I was going to let her do this alone. I buried my face between her legs, licking, sucking and tonguing her through the most intense orgasm of the afternoon.
While we shared a snack in the kitchen, we began talking about the new business again. Both of us had so many ideas and plans that we talked until well after dark. Since we were going to be equal partners in the sex shop, we divided up the tasks to be done. I would work on the remodeling and preparation of the store. Pam would start ordering merchandise.
"I really have to go," I said when I realized how late it was.
"I thought you might stay all night," she pouted.
"I have early appointments," I told her, but I promised that we would spend some time like this together very soon.
"We'll probably be too busy once the sex shop opens," she said with a laugh.
"Let's hope so," I said, feeling little, butterflies stir in my stomach at the mention of the business.
Pam followed me to the door and kissed me tenderly. "Call me."
That's when I remembered Katrina's phone call. "Do you have a black dildo?" I asked.
Pam frowned in concentration. "Yeah. Just a minute." And then she was gone, dashing back into her bedroom.
She reappeared a few minutes later with a long box.
"This is in response to another request from a client," I explained.
"Enjoy," she said brightly.