Ryan picked it up and followed him from the room.
23
“You’re a quick study,” Paige said, as another gasp escaped her lips. She grabbed at Jennifer’s head, moving between her legs with such enthusiasm that Paige’s fingers could barely get purchase. She caught a clump of hair. Jennifer said something like “unf” and increased her vigor.
Her enthusiasm reminded Paige of the day the floodgates had broken for her, the day she finally felt she could like girls. On the 8th floor of her dorm in Normal, Illinois, after a tearful admission of her feelings and inclinations toward Trina, her floor RA. Trina had responded with a kiss, and as Roger Waters might say, the tigers broke free.
Jennifer’s aim and focus may have been erratic and sloppy, but that hardly mattered when she approached her task with such enthusiasm. There were moments here and there when Paige wished that she would just focus on a spot and stick with it a while, but to complain that this lovely woman was eating too much of her pussy? Nah.
She had not expected this, no siree. Maybe a fleeting kiss that lingered, perhaps a drunken game of truth-or-dare that would get the tits out, but not this. Her left hand gripped the top sheet of the bed. She flung her head back to emit the loudest moan of the evening thus far as the orgasm began anew, building and building and building. Paige’s head fell between the two stacks of pillows, and the decorative ones tumbled down atop her as the orgasm poured over her.
Holy fuck! And Jennifer was just improvising!
“Okay,” panted Paige.
Jennifer did not abate.
Paige realized that was because she’d clamped her thighs tight around the poor girl’s head, covering her ears. She rectified that, though another shudder made her instinctively ball up and giggle. She tapped the top of Jennifer’s head as she tried to roll with her.
Dedicated, too!
“Okay, sweetie, honey, darling.”
Jennifer paused, eyes up to Paige’s face, nose obscured by fiery pubic hair, tongue still planted inside.
“I need a moment,” said Paige.
She lifted her face away from Paige’s vulva. “No good?”
“Are you kidding?”
Those beautiful wide hazel eyes blinked, and Paige knew what she needed to hear. “You did amazing. Now come here.” She tapped the bed next to her. “Lie down.”
“I can do more,” offered Jennifer, a grin breaking out. “I liked it.”
“Well, I’m glad for that,” said Paige, “And while there will be many more opportunities for you to do just that in the future, at the moment I may be orgasmed out.”
That had the desired effect, and Jennifer hopped up on the bed next to her, flopping down hard, hurling the pillows away. Her face beamed with satisfaction in her work. Paige even saw her lick her lips.
“I wager that you’re now more comfortable.”
Jennifer nodded.
Paige ran her fingers around Jennifer’s stomach, and just under the waistband of her panties.
Jennifer looked down.
“Think I could have a turn?”
Her nod was emphatic.
Paige lifted the band away from her stomach and planted a kiss just over her trimmed patch of dark hair. She slid the panties down and inhaled Jennifer’s scent, staying at this angle, kissing her thighs, the inner tendons, then along her vulva.
Jennifer’s head flung back almost immediately as a full body tremor pulsed through her.
Paige felt a moment of wistful nostalgia for Emily. Emily had been a gateway for her and Bruce. Young, but experienced and experimental, polyamorous, not a swinger. Dating two men and a woman. Wanting to be in their lives. Giving of herself to them, so fully, so deeply. They gave all they could back as well, but priorities changed, as they often did, all around, and while the three of them never “broke up” by any means, there was a time where she’d been a daily phone call, and then a time where she wasn’t any longer.
Paige wasn’t foolish enough, or getting so far ahead of herself, to assume that void could be filled with Jennifer. In fact, she’d be quite surprised if anyone came close again. There’d been something about Emily that she’d probably never recapture. In the intervening years, on the back half of the second decade now, she’d popped up very occasionally and then vanished again like smoke. For now, Paige could revel in the similarities that Jennifer offered, the little twinge of melancholy nostalgia.
And Jennifer could revel in the orgasm building thanks to Paige and her tiny bit of private reverie.
Fingers ran down the nape of Paige’s neck. She felt situational awareness that the room now held two more people. She lifted her right hand off Jennifer’s thigh and reached up to grab Bruce’s hand, holding it against the back of her head, sharing that moment. Ryan slid onto the bed next to his wife, who noticed him moments later as her eyes fluttered open. She smiled and mouthed, “Hi.”
Paige wondered if Jennifer could feel her smiling.
Ryan leaned down to kiss her, and they embraced, the kisses deep.
“How’s everything going in here,” asked Bruce, his voice low. Paige didn’t answer, mouth occupied.
After a moment, Jennifer did. “Things are wonderful in here.” She stretched, bringing her shoulders up next to her cheeks, then reached down to twist one of Paige’s curls around her index finger.
“That’s lovely to hear.” He sat on the bed next to Jennifer and held one of the martinis out. “We thought perhaps the two of you could use drinks.”
“We could use some other things, too,” suggested Paige, winking at Ryan.
Jennifer nodded, snatching the martini out of Bruce’s hand and taking a long swig.
“Well,” said Bruce, “on that subject. Have you two given any thoughts to boundaries for tonight?”
“Condoms,” said Ryan, “That’s a… thing.”
“Absolutely,” returned Bruce. “We don’t play with people who don’t use condoms with others. And for your comfort, both Paige and I have been tested in the last six months, Paige just last month, negative on everything including herpes one and two.”
Ryan and Jennifer looked at each other. “We didn’t,” she began, “I mean…”
“You’ve told us your sexual history,” said Paige. “We’re not worried.”
Jennifer laughed. “Whew!” She mimed writing on a small notebook, “To do list.”
“So, I guess the last real boundary question is… want to stay with our own partners tonight? Or—”
“Or,” said Jennifer.
Ryan nodded emphatically.
Bruce laughed. “Alright then. Ryan.”
“Yes?”
“I feel overdressed, you?”
Ryan took a moment, but got it. “Oh, yes!”
“Let’s rectify that.” Button by button, Bruce popped his shirt open.
Unbuttoning his own shirt, Ryan looked at the room and took a deep breath. He hadn’t ever been naked with more than one other person except in a locker room, and never naked with a girl other than Jennifer. Even those hand jobs, way back when, had been delivered to a pantsed Ryan Lambert. The pants may have been around his ankles, or partially tugged down, but they hadn’t ever come off.
Another set of hands appeared, taking over the unbuttoning for him. Paige planted a kiss at the corner of his mouth as she pulled the shirt off. He noticed Jennifer watching them, Bruce sitting behind her, chest just as hairy as Ryan had thought it would be, calling to mind Burt Reynolds on a bearskin rug in Cosmopolitan Magazine. Bruce’s hands ran along Jennifer’s arm and back, but her focus didn’t leave Ryan and Paige.