As the meeting had dragged on and the prospect of dinner receded further into the future, she had picked at the remains of the buffet that had accompanied the announcement. It had been grazing rather than eating: Just enough to ruin the thought of dinner, not enough to be satisfied.
Desert, then sleep, Kimberly told herself. But first she needed to dump her papers in the room.
“Hello there, missed me?”
A familiar figure lay on the bed.
She was naked, deliciously naked.
It was Helen.
Without bothering to ask how she had made it to Austin or how she had got into her room, Kimberly shed her clothes and set to work.
Helen’s style of loving was quite different to that of Alice, more sensuous, less urgent. Helen lingered over each kiss and every caress. They were naked together and had the whole night in front of them to make love. Kimberly tried to respond, but Helen would have none of it. “You first”, she whispered softly, “please let me”.
“Oh you did it, hon, you really did it”, Helen said as her hand finally reached Kimberly’s denuded slit.
Kimberly spread her legs wide to allow her friend full access. Helen examined the expression on her face minutely as her fingers touched Kimberly’s sex, watching to see how her partner’s mouth parted to take a sharp intake of breath as her fingers parted the labia, how the eyes rolled upwards as they touched the clitoris, how her spine arched, throwing her head backwards as they burrowed inside her.
Taking one last kiss from Kimberly’s lips, Helen’s mouth went at last to taste the prize prepared for it.
Kimberly shivered with ecstasy as Helen’s tongue slid across her eager cunt. Her hands clutched at the bed sheets trying to gain purchase but Helen was relentless, Kneeling between her legs, Helen drew Kimberly’s buttocks towards her as if to drink, her tongue reaching deep inside.
“I am going to make it so totally worth it”, Helen murmured to herself, her hands reaching up to caress Kimberly’s breasts.
The kisses and the licking continued the full length of Kimberly’s crack. The hands pleasuring her breasts moved down her body to gently part her labia and open her up as the tongue zeroed in on her clit.
Kimberly exhaled, in a long, deep moan. Her hand grasped at Helen’s shoulder, her nails biting deep enough into the white flesh to leave four distinct red semi-circles as fingers were pressed into her own. Time and motion and sensation became a blur as her body closed around the hands and tongue filling the center of her being.
At last the crisis was reached and her body was flung open again, her back arching as the wave of bliss swept across her body.
They lay still together for a while as Kimberly recovered, locked in each others arms while they recovered from their exertions. Then, as their hands began to wander, Kimberly’s lips found her lover’s and began a new cycle with a kiss.
* * * * *
brrrrrrring!
Kimberly’s hand reached for the alarm clock that was not there.
brrrrrrring!
The sound was coming from the wrong side of the bed.
brrrrrrring!
Blearily, Kimberly turned over toward the source of the noise as it was stopped in mid ring.
brrr.
A naked arm draped itself around her and pulled her naked body toward another. Another hand gently held her head as she was woken with a kiss.
“Wake up sleepyhead.”
Despite being hungry, having missed a proper meal the night before, Kimberly wondered if they could skip breakfast, be late for the meeting even. But the mere thought of work suddenly dampened her lust. It would be a mistake to ruin good sex with a hurried quickie.
Allowing Alice to fuck her had been unexpected, a conscious decision but one taken on the spur of the moment and one that she could have easily rationalized as the result of curiosity and her emotional state that night rather than lust.
She had made love with Helen out of lust, not idle curiosity. And all day long she had been longing to be the fucker and not merely a passive fuckee. She had licked Helen’s slit just as eagerly as Helen’s tongue had found her own. There was no doubt about it, Kimberly was bisexual: On consecutive nights she had fucked a man and a woman in the same bed and wanted to do so again.
Her hand found its way to the belly of her partner, her little finger gently touching the top of the crack she had devoured the night before. She had let Alice fuck her, but Helen she had fucked and repeatedly. Her tongue had explored every crevice of her cunt, it had tasted the fresh juices and played with the ring that pierced the clitoral hood.
At one point that night, as she was on her back in the lower half of a 69, she had gone further.