A little taste of me… ;)

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The day was already cooling and it was with a small sigh of disappointment that I collected my towel and my drink from the edge of the pool and padded into the house.  The large French windows were wide open.  Earlier they had let the cool breeze drive out the stifling heat.  Now, as evening approached, it seemed like a silly idea.  Why not close them and keep the heat inside?

I swung them closed, then turned towards the bathroom, untying the strings on my bikini as I walked.  The scanty red material slipped from my oiled body and fell to the floor, where I kicked it to one side.  Plenty of time to pick them up later, I thought, before the others arrived.

I wasn’t expecting anyone for hours.

I leaned into the shower area, a glass-block cubicle with no door, and turned on the shower.  Goosebumps erupted along my arms as the cold spray touched my skin.  Two minutes, I thought.  Two minutes for the water to warm up.  I sat down for a pee, enjoying the feeling of being naked and not having to undress to use the toilet.  I let my mind wander, wondering what I’d wear for tonight’s party.  I’d bought three new dresses this week, each one more delicious than the last.  Well, it wasn’t every day that a young woman turned 21, was it?

I looked up.  Steam was already issuing from the shower area.  Out of habit, I wiped myself, but left the toilet unflushed.  I’d do it later when there was less chance of scalding myself under the shower.

The water was hot – a little too hot, but I soon had it under control.  The feeling of the water running over my scalp was invigorating and a small shiver of delight shook my shoulders.  I soaped my shoulders with shower gel, scrubbing away the factor 30 sun cream.  It wasn’t my usual brand, but I’d been disorganised and let the good stuff run out.  The brand I’d used today was greasy; oily.  It did the job, but I felt as if I’d been bathing in olive oil.

“You missed a bit.”

I jumped at the sound of the voice.  I hadn’t been expecting company – not for hours.  But when I spun round, I found myself facing Emily, my BFF.

She laughed at my startled expression and held up two bottles of Jacob’s Creek as an explanation.

“I thought you’d want some help setting up,” she grinned.

“Don’t trust me, eh?”  I pretended to look hurt, but Emily wasn’t buying it.

“It’s always more fun with two,” she laughed.  She had a dirty laugh and I loved it.

I threw a casual glance at her clothes – cotton hot pants and a skimpy halter top.  Hardly party attire, unless she was planning to strip off early for the boys.

I wouldn’t have been surprised.

I turned away from her and tried to wash the sun cream from my back, the place I assumed she’d meant.  I had no problem with her seeing me naked.  She’d seen me naked before.  Many times.  And I’d seen her body as closely as any of her boyfriends ever had.

No, scratch that.  One boyfriend had seen more of her than any other.  Jez had been a dirty bastard and liked to play anal.  I didn’t.  That meant he had seen parts of Emily that I had no wish to.

“Lower,” she chuckled as I scrabbled to wash the small of my back.  I glanced around the large cubicle.  Where the hell was that loofah thing?  I rearranged my arm so I was approaching my shoulder from below.  Emily laughed – louder this time.

“Want me to get it?”  I heard a clink as the Jacob’s Creek bottles gently touched down on the tiled floor.  My breath caught in my throat as she approached.  I imagined her slipping off her shoes, lifting her dainty feet over the low step that marked the edge of the shower area and – .

Her fingers touched my back, just below my right shoulder blade.  A heartbeat later, her hand appeared near my left cheek, a long blade of grass dangling from her slender fingers.

“How the hell – ?” I began, but Emily’s other hand was touching my cheek, drawing my head around to face her over my other shoulder.

“Anytime!” she grinned.  “Happy to help out.  No need to thank me or anything.”

“Thanks,” I muttered.  The grass must have stuck to that awful sun cream.

“That’s all I get?”  Her eyebrows climbed.  For good measure, she stuck out her lower lip.  “I save you from an evening of deep embarrassment, keep your street cred one notch above zero and all I get is an over-the-shoulder mutter.”

I sighed and let her hand spin me around until I was facing her, the hot water pattering against my grass-free back.  I smiled as her arms slid around my waist.  She pulled herself tightly against me and I stiffened.

“You’re going to get all wet,” I sighed, then realised that I’d just delivered the perfect innuendo.

“So I’ll just borrow that wicked pink dress you bought yesterday,” she grinned.

“I am wearing matching knickers, after all.”

I smiled at our old joke.  Pink knickers meant no knickers.

“Hussy…” I muttered.

“Tart,” she retorted, pulling her body tightly against mine.

“Slut!”  I could feel her skin radiating heat onto mine.

“Jezebel!”

Before I could call her a whore, her lips collided with mine, startling me into silence.  I didn’t resist.  I loved kissing Emily.  Sure, it had felt awkward at first, back when I was eighteen.  A bit like practicing on the inside of your own elbow.  Awkward and deadly embarrassing if anyone caught you at it.

Emily had.  She’d walked into my bedroom unannounced whilst I was in full make-out with my own arm, tongue and all.  She’d laughed;  I’d explained, she’d tried it.  Funny to watch someone else kissing the crook of their own arm.

And then she’d suggested that we practice for real – on each other.  Boy, that had taken some persuading.  But if she hadn’t persisted that afternoon, I wouldn’t have been able to look her in the eye – ever.

She was in full flow now, her head tilted slightly, tiny beads of moisture decorating her long eyelashes.  Our tongues danced, circling and exploring.  Her jaw was opening and closing slightly as she kissed me, ensuring that our lips were rubbing constantly.  My arms found their way up her back, rubbing her shoulders that were left bare by the low halter top.  I wondered if I dared to pull it up; to pull it off.  Not completely off though.  That would have meant breaking that delicious kiss.  Now, I love kissing guys, don’t get me wrong.  I love the way they kiss and assume control of your body as they get more excited.  But Emily’s smooth skin was a delight to me – no stubble rash to fret about later.  And her little tongue was heavenly against mine.  No, there was no way I wanted her to stop.  Not yet.  What was the rush?

I wasn’t expecting anyone for hours.  I grabbed a handful of the halter’s hem and began to draw it upwards.  I wanted to expose her little breasts – to press them against mine.

I don’t know why my eyes drifted open at that moment – call it a sixth sense.  Grinning at me over Emily’s shoulder was Jez, Emily’s latest boyfriend.  I froze in mid-kiss.  Emily’s eyes flickered open and she turned to follow my gave.

“Oh, hi honey!” she trilled.  “Enjoying the show?”

“You knew he was there?” I squeaked.  “All along?”

“Course!” she smiled at me.  “He was putting some of the other bottles in the fridge.”

“I – but…” I spluttered.  Emily took hold of my chin and pulled me towards her impish face.

“Relax, girlfriend.  He just wants to watch us in action.”  But I pulled back, reaching for a towel to cover myself up.  I was happy to French-kiss Emily all day – but privately.

Unless I was drunk, of course.  I only had to search for ‘Annie gets heavy with Em’ on YouTube to remind me of that little exception.  The peculiar bulges in Jez’s trouser pockets made me wonder if he wasn’t concealing a camera.  One bulge left me in no doubt that he had been enjoying our little session.

“No,” I decided, stepping out of the shower.  “If there’s any action, you two can get it on together.”

“Aw, but…” Emily pouted.  My heart began to melt, but my head remained firmly in place.  No more naked Annie on YouTube.  I stepped up to Jez, who stiffened.  He suddenly seemed afraid of me.  A devilish little thought sprang into my mind.  If he was afraid of me, maybe I could have some fun with him…

“Want to fuck?” I asked him in a husky voice.

“I – what?  Me?” he stammered.  Before he could move, I reached for his shorts and ran my fingers across the front of them.  Sure enough, I felt the hard plastic shape of his smartphone.  Moving on, I encountered the unmistakable soft-hard firmness of his erect cock.  I gave it a good, long squeeze, drawing a squeak from Jez’s throat.

“Annie?” Emily gasped behind me.

“Get it out, then,” I whispered to Jez.  “Is it as big as it feels?”  Jez pulled his hands from his pockets and began to fumble with the draw-strings.  Not wanting to waste any time, I grabbed the waistband and heaved then over his hips, slamming them to the damp floor.  The was a satisfying crack of plastic from the pocket.  His hard cock sprang upwards, twitching in tune to his racing pulse.

“Step out of them,” I said, straightening up.  He obliged, not uttering a word.  Emily stared at me aghast, certain that I’d gone mad.

“You, ready to use this thing?” I asked quietly, stroking the underside of his cock with a long fingernail.  He nodded as I let the nail trail across his balls.

“Annie?” Emily said again.  She sounded genuiney concerned.  She needn’t have worried – there was no way I wanted to steal her boyfriend.  I slipped around behind Jez, letting my hands trail across his back, then threw my friend a huge wink.

“Do you wanna fuck?” I asked him again.  He nodded.

“Right now?”

“Yes,” he croaked.  I smiled at Emily, ran my tongue across my lips, then pouted.  She grinned and nodded her understanding at our secret signal.

“You want to slip it right into a hot, wet little pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Say please.”  I watched as Emily turned around to face the shower.

“Please?”

“How bad do you want it?” I peered down at his twitching cock.  A single glistening drop of pre-cum was oozing from the end.  In the shower, Emily had shed her shorts and was now bending over, her pale cheeks dotted with beads of water.  Her shaved lips were clearly visible between her legs and had parted very slightly to expose her crinkled inner labia.  I realised that I had just licked my own lips at the memory of licking hers.

I pressed my hand to Jez’s back and he obediently shuffled forwards, his cock marching six inches ahead  of him.  Emily’s hands appeared, easing her cheeks apart, exposing more of her delicious womanhood.  Another time, I told myself.  I will have you another time.

Jez finally seemed to work out what we’d intended for him.  Typical man – so slow on the uptake.  His shuffling turned into short paces and in moments, his stiff cock was pressing against Emily’s cheeks.  I used my hand to protect her little puckered anus.

“Not this time, Jez,” I warned.  I didn’t want Emily squealing and wailing right now.  That was something for her own bedroom.  I think she secretly enjoyed being fucked up the ass, but she’d also kept telling me how uncomfortable it was for her at the beginning.

I pressed Jez’s cock down until it touched Emily’s pussy.  He slipped inside her immediately with little kindness or preamble.  Slam.  Emily squealed.  My hand was crushed against her butt and I realised that my middle finger was pressing against her anus.

Damn.  Now I was intimate with every part of her. Jez withdrew a little, drawing a gasp from my friend, and allowing me to free my hand. I stepped back, pausing to adjust my towel and then retreated to the bathroom wall, from where I could enjoy the show.

Jez was brutal with her.  He slammed into her as if he hoped the momentum would carry him right inside her.  She squealed.  As he withdrew, she gasped.  His hands grasped her waist hard enough to break her in half as he fucked her faster and faster, slamming ever harder.  Her flailing hands reached out for something, anything to steady her shuddering body.  They found the towel rail.  She squealed.  A higher pitch this time.  Her climax was approaching already.  Jez grunted and for a moment I thought he’d come inside her, but he kept on pistoning into her.  I watched her buttocks shaking with each impact.  The skin had turned white where Jez was gripping her waist.  I wondered if I’d ever be able to withstand such an onslaught, if his swollen cock would tear me apart or just send me to dizzying heights.

With that thought, I felt a familiar trickle between my legs.  With Jez completely distracted, I reached down beneath the towel and ran my middle finger between my lips.

Oh yes.  I lifted up my hand, rubbing my fingertips together, then opened them.  A tiny string of sticky wetness beaded momentarily before breaking.

“Oh, God!  Oh, God!  Yes, yes, yesss!” Emily wailed.  Was it she who had gotten me wet?  Her kisses were to die for.  But this feral rutting was turning me on, I was sure.  The slap, slap, slap of wet,perspiring skin.

Jez groaned.  A longer one this time.  He was close to coming.  Emily squealed several more times and went limp.  Only Jez’s ape-like grip held her upright.  She was spent.  Her hair waved back and forth as her abused body shook with Jez’s selfish impacts.  Her hanging head wobbled over the tiled shower tray.  Was she all right?  In that moment, her sleepy eyes found my concerned gaze and she grinned the dirtiest, most satisfied grin I had ever seen past her swinging breasts.

I felt another trickle.

Jez was slowing.  I wondered if he’d overdone it, if he’d become over-sensitive inside her.

That meant he was still hard.  In that moment, I knew that I needed a cock inside me.  Any cock.  Even Jez’s.  Even if had been up Emily’s butt a few times.  A peculiar shiver ran through me.  I knew this was wrong, but it was so deliciously tempting, I had no way to resist.  I wanted to be like Emily, to be used, to be taken.

Hard.

Right now.

And who would ever know?  I wasn’t expecting company for hours.

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7 thoughts on “A little taste of me… ;)

  1. Pingback: A Little taste of Annie | ihearteroticastories

  2. Wow! That’s a great piece of writing. It had all the elements that push all my buttons – I can see why you got a publishing contract from it. It just got hotter and hotter!

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