t I did was because of a lack of sexual satisfaction. It wasn't as though I needed to find some excitement that was lacking when he was around; it's simply that he wasn't around enough. We originally met and still live in our hometown, quite a large area but not exactly a major city. He had a more low-key job back then, pretty dull office work, and it was only after we'd been married a couple of years that he got the promotion he'd been hankering after for so long. That took him out of town on a fairly regular basis - not that he was jetting off to exotic corners of the world every week, but he had meetings with clients that meant I didn't see him for several days at least once a month. He wasn't thrilled with the arrangement either, but I could see it meant so much to him and to his career and I didn't really complain about it. I could find ways to amuse myself in his absence, I had enough friends and relatives back home to keep contact with, but it was almost inevitable that I would try and look for something extra before long... and I soon found it.

The friends that I mentioned included some of mine, and a few of his - buddies from his old work place, who'd ribbed him about his promotion several times at his leaving party but were still genuinely happy for him. During his last months there we had all become quite a sociable group, going out to bars and restaurants and spending a lot of our free time together. I shared their sense of humour, and I had no problem holding conversations with them, but I would've been blind not to notice the way that they looked at me, unashamedly ogling me whenever Eric's attention was distracted. I didn't mind that at all, it felt flattering and faintly thrilling at the same time, and occasionally engaged in a little harmless flirting. Yes, there may well be no such thing, but there was an unspoken agreement among all of us that it wasn't to be taken seriously. They knew that and I knew that - and I was the one who decided to take it further. I didn't see it as some kind of betrayal at all; maybe my sense of judgement had taken a vacation, but it's not like I wanted to have a serious relationship with someone. I just wanted to have fun, and I knew that if I pushed them hard enough, Eric's friends wanted to as well.

We still saw them every now and then when Eric was back home, but the acquaintance wasn't as close, and I found it pretty difficult to put the suggestion to them one summer day when I had been left to my own devices. Despite what you may think, I couldn't just dangle the prospect of sex in front of them and watch them come running; they had known Eric a lot longer than I had and didn't want to hurt him in any way. That was commendable, and I had it in the back of my mind when I called Carl, the unofficial "leader" of the group who was closest to Eric and had always told the others to lay off me whenever they tried to go too far. At first he was amused when I made the offer, thinking it was another jokey flirt, and then he was reduced to shocked silence when he realised I was serious. I told him that I just wanted no-strings sex while Eric was away, and asked him to round up the others and come to the house if he agreed. He sounded willing but made no promises, and for hours afterwards I was left wondering if I had just managed to lose four good friends for no real purpose. It was only around eight o'clock that evening, when I had given up all hope, that I heard the doorbell ring and there they were all huddled outside, their faces a mixture of caution and anticipation.

I explained clearly to them what I had already told Carl, that I wanted to enjoy myself with them during the weeks that Eric wasn't home and they had no obligation to me whatsoever other than to satisfy me sexually. When Jeff, the youngest member of the group, asked me why I hadn't approached one of them individually, I replied flippantly, "Four times the cock, four times the fun, right?", which got a chuckle out of all of them. Now that I had assured them that I wasn't looking for anything serious or romantic, I could see that they couldn't resist the attraction of what was being offered to them; I had promised them I would do virtually anything they wanted. After a few moments where they mulled the idea over, Carl turned to Pete, a dark-haired, thick-set guy who had always been the most forward around me. "Well, what do you think?"

"I'm thinking that we're wasting time when the night is still young," he observed in response. I smiled, and began to unbutton my blouse as they quickly stripped off.

That marked the beginning of a wonderful couple of months for me, and for them too. Eric was away on business roughly two weeks out of each month, and in that time I had his buddies round at my place almost every day, during their lunch hour or else in the early evening when they managed to make some excuse to their own friends and families. Carl and Pete were married, but Jeff and Tommy, the fourth guy, were unattached at the moment, and seemed less certain of themselves around me. I made life easy on all of them by wearing the tightest, sluttiest black dress I could find in my wardrobe. I had expanded a little too much in the last couple of years and it was a pain trying to squeeze into it, but I still had a fairly impressive figure even at the age of 41. I'm above average height, around 5'10", and that dress certainly displayed my legs to good effect. The neckline plunged nicely, and combined with my shoulder-length brunette hair the overall package was more than enticing enough. They couldn't take their eyes off me and I made sure they got a good look at everything when I was around them, bending over to pick things up whenever I had the chance. It felt so exhilarating, so wonderfully naughty, to be giving my husband's closest friends what they had always secretly desired.

I had something good ready for them to eat whenever they came round, besides my pussy; I wasn't exactly waiting on them hand and foot, but they needed plenty of energy for what was to follow, and that wasn't the only service I provided. Food is one thing, but when it comes to sex the way to a man's heart is through his dick. Crouched on the lounge floor, down on my knees, I gave each one of them in turn what I hoped was the best oral they'd ever received; the wetter the better in my book, and they obviously agreed judging by the amount of spunk they showered me in once they'd finished. I always looked forward to sucking off Pete the most, since he had a cock that was evidently the envy of the younger guys and was regarded with faint amusement by Carl. It was easily ten inches long, and a nice plump width when erect, providing me with quite a challenge that I was eager to accept. Pete nearly choked me when I tried to deep-throat him, but that was nothing compared to the effort it took to swallow his ejaculate when he came. If I'd been low on calorie intake before he and the others arrived, I certainly wasn't afterwards. He repaid me in fine style in the bedroom, however, when he fucked me harder and longer than any of the others could possibly manage; I had the best, most intense orgasms since my first marriage and was left begging for more.

We varied our activities a lot from day to day; sometimes I would give them blowjobs, sometimes they would stand over me and jerk off onto my face and chest. Then one of them would fuck me from behind while I sucked another off, with the remaining two masturbating over my body while they waited for their turn. Sometimes I would even let them fuck me in three holes at once, in my pussy, my asshole and my mouth, but that left me feeling horribly sore afterwards and it was difficult for them to be positioned correctly. It may have been a purely physical deal, but we certainly weren't mechanical at any time; I laughed and joked with them just like I would in any normal situation, and when we relaxed together following our little sessions it felt like such a regular event, as though we were down in a bar somewhere with Eric celebrating his promotion again. At times it was almost surreal, but no matter what it was always enjoyable. Carl told me what a great time they were all having, and I felt happy to oblige.

One particularly stifling day, they arrived in the early afternoon and were eager to get out of their clothes, motivated by the heat as much as by lust. By the time I got into the lounge they were already seated stark naked on the furniture around the sides, Jeff and Carl beside each other on the couch and Tommy and Pete taking an armchair each. I stood in the middle of the room and looked around mischievously, welcoming the fact that for once I was dressed in more than they were. "You guys are pretty keen today, aren't you?" I noted slyly.

"Let's see a bit more of your pussy, Susie," Carl murmured heavily, beginning to stroke his shaft. I stood facing him and slowly ruffled up the hem of my skirt, revealing my bare crotch underneath. At the same time I stood with my legs as wide apart as possible, displaying my ass to both Pete and Tommy, who were already quite literally on the edge of their seats with cocks in hands.

"Does that pussy look wet enough to you, Carl?" I teased him, prying my swollen pussy lips apart. "Or does it need something special like your prick inside it?"

Carl's excited eyes roved over me, filled with desire. "I'm going to give you a fucking you'll never forget, you slut..." He was pumping his cock harder, as were they all, and I felt like they deserved a release before we really got down to business.

"We'll do that soon Carl, but first..." I slipped the dress off over my head and knelt submissively on the floor, staring up at him "...don't you want to cover me in your cum? All of you," I added, turning my head and grinning at Pete and Tommy. They were off their chairs in a shot and standing on either side of me, their organs swaying in my face. As Jeff and Carl rose from the couch and positioned themselves directly in front, I took a deep breath and inhaled the intoxicating smell of male arousal.

They started to jerk off in unison, grim determination etched on their faces. I gave them a little help, massaging a couple of dicks with a pleasant smile, but they hardly needed it. The inflamed heads were beginning to convulse, the liquid reserves inside ready to be spurted out. I closed my eyes and waited for the first warm blasts to splash over my face and throat, eager to accept their cum. And then a stammering but familiar voice sent a jolt of panic straight through me.

"Oh God, I - I'm sorry..." I opened my eyes and snapped my head round, as did the guys, to see a shocked, cringing woman beginning to hurry out of the room. She had disappeared in an instant, but that was all I needed to recognise my younger sister.

"Oh, shit!" I muttered, and clambered to my feet, hastily donning my dress again. "Look guys, everything's fine, just stay here and I'll be back soon, OK?" They mostly looked as embarrassed as I felt, although Pete seemed to be deriving a little humour from the situation. Smug bastard, I thought to myself as I hurried from the room slipping my shoulder straps on.

I went through into the kitchen and found Clara standing in front of the sink, her back to me. She was shaking nervously, as though her whole body had seized up; I couldn't really blame her. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" I hissed angrily.

She turned round, a look of shock still emblazoned on her face. "The door was open. Besides, I thought it was OK for me to come round now and then - obviously not, I guess."

"It's been weeks since you last visited, you should have called first or something..."

"Don't act like I'm the one who's done something wrong here! Who the hell are those guys?" she demanded, gesticulating angrily towards the lounge door.

"They're friends of Eric's, I've known them for a long time now. We're very close."

"No shit!" Clara said flippantly, shaking her head in disbelief. "You've found a way to ruin another marriage, huh Susannah? You really are a piece of work..."

She was the only one who ever called me that; even my mother called me Susie, but for some reason this little twerp (OK, she was in her mid-30s, but to me she'd always been the annoying younger sister) insisted on using Susannah, like she was lecturing me as my superior. It annoyed the hell out of me. "Look Clara, don't you dare bring that up again," I told her in no uncertain terms. "You know full well that it wasn't me who broke up that marriage, it was Mike."

"Well, you're certainly going to break up this one. You're never satisfied with anything or anyone, are you?"

"I don't like to get stuck in a rut, if that's what you mean. And Clara, listen to me - this is NOT an affair, I have no romantic feelings whatsoever for those guys in there. All they want, and all I want, is sex. Just sex. This doesn't have to ruin things with Eric, and it won't ruin them if you keep your mouth shut about it, OK?"

"You expect me to keep quiet about this, to lie to him?" Clara exclaimed in astonishment. "You can't ask me to do that."

"This arrangement keeps me and them satisfied while he's away on business, it'll end when I want it to end. You won't have to go on lying forever. I'm asking you as a sister, to do something for me."

"God, you are such a slut..."

The comment stung, and I could see the distaste on her features, but I wasn't about to let it get to me. "Maybe I am a slut," I replied. "But if I am, then it's my decision and it's none of your damn business."

"Fine. Fine. I'll leave you to have more fun with your friends, then." She pushed past to head to the front door, but I stepped in front of her. I just couldn't let her go like that, in this kind of mood.

"Look... why don't you come in and meet them?" I suggested.

"There's no way I'm going in there again," Clara said instantly. "They're... they're naked in there."

"That happens sometimes during sex," I quipped. "I just want you to see that they're people, they're friends of mine, and there is no way that they're going to jeopardise what me and Eric have."

"I have to be getting home anyway - "

"Please," I demanded, staring her in the face, and she relented. Slowly, almost numbly, she followed me into the lounge, where the guys were patiently seated with cocks that had now become thoroughly flaccid. "Everyone," I announced rather grandly, "this is my younger sister, Clara."

Pete waved at her jokingly; the others maintained an awkward silence. Carl eventually stood up. "Susie, maybe we should come back another time, when you're completely free..."

"I'm free now. And I want to start where we left off." The moment I said this Clara immediately hurried to the door again, but I pulled her back towards me. "Just sit down, and watch," I instructed her firmly. I don't know where on earth I found the authority in my voice, but it was enough to make her do exactly as I asked, for the first time I could recall. She sat carefully on the far end of the couch, perched on the edge, and stayed there like a coiled spring, staring ahead of her.

"OK guys, we were in the middle of something, weren't we?"

"What, you want to carry on?" Carl queried in amazement. "With her watching?"

"Exactly." I looked back at Clara contemptuously. "If I'm a slut, then I want her to see what sluts do." She reacted sharply to that, and all of a sudden she looked more vulnerable than I had ever seen her; a small figure in neat clothing, her blonde hair partly falling across her face. I wanted to reduce her to silence for once, to make her accept that what I was doing was right and good.

I saw Carl look across momentarily at Pete, who raised his eyebrows in a "You're going to pass up an opportunity like this?" expression. They were turned on by the idea, I could see their cocks beginning to stiffen once more as I removed my dress and knelt down on the floor among them, naked in front of little sis. "Come on guys, you've still got plenty of spunk left in there, haven't you?" I encouraged them, keeping my eyes fixed on Clara.

"I've got more than enough for you," Pete muttered as he stood right beside me, his penis clenched in his fist. I knew he was going to unload a massive wad all over me, so I tried to speed things up, wrapping my lips around his cock head and slurping hard. Behind me, Tommy pulled my hair back and began pumping over my right ear and cheek, determined to coat my face completely. Carl and Jeff were concentrating on my neck and my tits. And whenever I stole a glance back towards Clara, she was still sitting stock still, her eyes glued to the spectacle in front of her.

Jeff brought his dick up to my face, rubbing it against my nose; I grasped his and Pete's in my fingers and took them both into my mouth, lapping at them with the folds of my drooling tongue. Tommy tugged at my hair and jerked my head backward slightly, tilting it so I was ready to face their onslaught. The grunts and groans of the four men grew steadily louder as they approached their climax, and I wallowed in the feeling of anticipation that engulfed me. I closed my eyes, smiled and listened as Carl gave voice to his ejaculation. "Oh God... ooohhhhh!!!" Hot ropes of semen were sprayed onto my face, covering my mouth and chin in a thick, sticky mess whose bitter, salty smell flooded my nostrils. Within seconds the other three came too, blanketing my hair and forehead and shooting their jets onto my throat and chest. Their cum dripped down over my eyelids and in between my breats, collecting in viscous pockets. It was undoubtedly the most they had ever produced with me, and I knew exactly why.

I opened my mouth slightly and licked my lips, swallowing a great deal of the cum that was on them and also consuming the amount that had congealed around my mouth; then I looked up at the circle of panting, flushed faces standing over me and grinned happily. I scooped up more of their ejaculate off my tits and licked it gently off my fingers. Soon they were presenting their dripping cocks to be sucked clean, and I duly obliged. But just as their attention was focused on me, we heard a sound that made all of us jump unexpectedly. A high, frantic yelp.

We turned as one, just as we had done when Clara first burst in on us, to see her sitting there with her eyes squeezed shut and her legs wide apart, a single hand thrust down the front of her jeans. She didn't care if we were watching her or what we thought of her; she was masturbating openly at what she had just witnessed, abandoning her usual restraint and caution. As I watched her I was suddenly filled with love for her, a love that went beyond mere sisterly affection. She looked so pure and innocent, so beautiful... I caught my breath suddenly as I realised what kind of feelings were running through my head at the thought of my younger sister. But they wouldn't change, and they only increased as she reached a strangled orgasm that had her throwing her head back against her shoulders, her mouth wide open. When she recovered, she looked momentarily abashed at the attention she was receiving, but then her eyes locked onto mine.

"Susie... Susie, please..." she whispered faintly. "Please... let them do it to me. Let them do it to me!" Her demand sent me reeling, wondering what on earth I had done to change her so completely, to make her want the kind of experience I had just had. But I could see she wanted it so badly, and I could hardly say no after what she had done for me.

I looked up at Carl, and gulped nervously. "Well, you heard the lady..." He hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should go this far, but ultimately his desire won the day. He stepped forward to take Clara's hand; she was already removing her top, flinching as her upper body was exposed to the air. She stood up and looked down at the floor as she unbuckled her jeans and slowly dropped them, kicking them carefully off her feet. To me she still seemed to be in an almost dream-like state, seemingly unaware of Carl as he unhooked her bra and slipped the straps off her shoulders; she didn't protest, she hardly reacted at all as he hooked the waistband of her panties in his fingers and eased them down her legs, exposing her full naked form to the entire room. As I gazed upon her petite, shapely figure, I reflected on how far removed she was from the mouthy girl that had bugged me so much all those years ago. She certainly wasn't annoying little sis now.

Clara crouched gingerly on the carpet to my left, steeling herself for the same treatment that I had received. But that wasn't exactly what Pete had in mind. "I don't know about you guys," he observed, "but I'm damned if I can do that all over again so soon. I reckon we should fuck her instead."

"Pete, no," I said sharply, shuffling over towards him. "She's not ready for that, it's way too soon."

Clara suddenly held out a restraining hand, and rested it on my arm. "It's OK, Susie," she said in a low voice. "I want to do it. And I know you want to see it." She could read me like a book; there was no point in me pretending otherwise, and I simply nodded my agreement.

She lay down flat on her back, visibly trembling as she clasped her thighs and spread them apart. Pete didn't need much encouragement; her pussy was already soaking wet, and I could smell how aroused she was as I perched beside her. The day was hot enough by itself, but the sweat that had accumulated between her legs, and which was beginning to form on my brow as I watched, had little to do with the room temperature. For a moment I found myself wondering what I was doing, whether I had gone way too far, but my eyes were glued to Clara's body; it looked so beautiful, so wonderfully, deliciously ready to be fucked.

Pete positioned himself directly in front of her, balancing her legs on his hips, and gradually eased forwards until his warm prick was slapping against the moist, slippery folds of her vagina; then, with a grunt of exertion he penetrated her, and I watched her clench her tongue tightly against her teeth as she took the length and width of his shaft inside her. "Oh God - oooohhhh!!!" she squealed, raising herself slightly off the floor and squeezing her feet tighter around Pete's back. "Mmmmm...." I instinctively took hold of her flailing hand and held it comfortingly, like you would reassure an expectant mother in the delivery room, until I realised how stupid it was to be thinking like that.

The others were momentarily mesmerised as I was, but thankfully their paralysis didn't last long and I didn't have to tell them what to do. Soon I felt a firm pair of hands on my hips, swivelled my head round and saw that Tommy was steering himself into me, ready to give my ass the pounding he had been longing for ever since this whole arrangement had begun. I wasn't about to stop him, and I certainly couldn't stop the sharp groan that escaped my lips as I felt the stabbing pain of his cock in my rear end. As the tension eased and I accommodated him inside me, I was suddenly flooded with lust, not only as the object of his desire but also at the sight of what lay before me. I knelt low over Clara's shuddering body and hungrily lapped at her erect right nipple, coating the protruding flesh in a torrent of my saliva. She didn't even flicker at the sight of me vigorously attacking her chest.

Jeff quickly scooted round beside her and did likewise to her left teat, sucking gently on the hard nub and then unexpectedly biting down on it. Clara gasped, arching her back, and in that instant I was too aroused even to care that he might be hurting her. Meanwhile Carl, ever the gentleman, decided to give her what she had originally asked for and knelt over her head, sticking his dick in her face. Clara got the hint and with a grin up at him, slid his rock-hard penis slowly into her mouth, swallowing as much as she could. There we were, fixed in our balletic positions, four of us pleasuring Clara and Tommy pleasuring me from behind. By now we were really stuck into what we were doing, and I could see Pete beginning to pick up the pace as he slammed harder and harder into Clara's pussy. I knew what that felt like, the mixture of the painful and the pleasurable, and hoped that she was enjoying it as much as I did.

All my inhibitions left me and I decided to use what Pete was doing to spur Tommy on more. "Come on you little prick, you think that's hard?" I hissed at him scathingly. "See what he's doing to her, you want to do that to me, right? You want to fuck my tight little ass so hard that I'll be begging you to stop! So fuck me. Fuck me!!!" In truth he wasn't doing a bad job, but I can be greedy at times, and I wallowed in the feeling of gratification as he started to thrust into me faster and deeper, almost bringing me to the point of tears. His swelling shaft completely filled my passage; my mouth was hanging wide open in ecstasy and Jeff, unable to resist the sight of such a big target, began to stroke himself back to hardness once again.

Clara was by now hard at work, dicks filling two holes at once. I ran my hands smoothly across her undulating skin, feeling the contours in her stomach, soaking up the heat that was radiating from her body. Eventually I turned my attention southwards and carefully crept downwards to her tender clit, which I began to massage gently with two fingers. Clara jolted underneath me, and I heard a muffled yelp emanate from her cock-encircled lips. She was going to climax soon, I was sure of that, and I didn't want to be far behind. Both Carl and Pete were beginning to grunt hoarsely, eyes closed, as the pressure on their organs increased.

Knowing that a simultaneous cum was going to be fairly unlikely, I leant across Clara's body with my arms stretched and stuck out my tongue in an open invitation to Jeff, whose cock was mere inches away from me. I kept eye contact with him as he shuffled forwards, his hand a blur in my line of vision, and smiled a final encouragement at him. Moments later I felt a wave of semen spurt onto my tongue, rolling smoothly downwards into my throat. "Ohhhh fuck, yeah!!!" he sighed deeply, yet more spewing forward and enveloping my mouth. I gulped down as much as I could, then licked myself clean and murmured my appreciation. I had eaten enough cum by now to be well accustomed to the taste, but it never hurt to let the guys know that their efforts weren't wasted.

Tommy was reaching bursting point, and so was I, but what sent me over the edge was not the feeling of his liquid flooding my asshole, blissful though that was, but the sight of Clara in the first throes of orgasm. I had thought that seeing a man ejaculate right in front of me, onto me, was one of the most erotic things I could ever experience, but seeing my little sister convulse with delirious joy as her skin flushed pink surpassed even that. I clutched frantically between my legs, felt my own orgasm coming, and allowed myself to be overtaken by it; a jolt of pleasure shot through my legs and crotch, jerking me forwards, and I collapsed on top of Clara with a dizzy, light-headed feeling running through me. As I gasped for breath, I heard the sounds of Carl and Pete climaxing in my ears, their groans reaching a peak as they emptied their loads into Clara at both ends. She gagged slightly on Carl's cum, but when he withdrew from her the long, lingering sigh of contentment that followed told me all I needed to know. She had just had one hell of a climax, and I felt so happy for her.

Suddenly the air was filled only with the sound of our mutual, ragged breathing, as we all tried to recover and get ourselves back to normal. Tommy slumped heavily against my shoulder; I turned and kissed him deeply, reassuring him that he had been a great fuck. When Pete finally slid out of Clara's dripping pussy, he took a moment take in the surroundings, exhaled and remarked flippantly, "We must do this again some time!" That got laughs out of all of us, and a smile from Clara as she lay on the floor, her pulse gradually slowing.

After a little while, she focused on me and smiled her gratitude. "Oh, Susie... thank you," she said quietly. "Thank you so much."

I didn't know what to say to her in response. For a moment I sat there dumbfounded, until a thought occurred to my devious, dirty little mind about what I could do instead. I rose off my knees and padded downwards towards her legs, now coated in perspiration. Slowly, carefully, I lowered my mouth down over her pussy and inhaled the potent mixture of semen and her own juices that had collected inside. With some trepidation I extended my tongue and slurped the sticky concoction into my mouth, swirling it around aside and learning to enjoy the bitter taste. As I moved back up to Clara's side, I motioned her to sit up and she did so.

Holding her head tenderly in my arms, I leaned forward and gave her the softest, wettest, sloppiest kiss I had ever given anyone. For a moment she seemed to resist but then she embraced it, transferring the fluid onto her tongue and swallowing it in one go. I didn't stop there, and carried on exploring inside her mouth, absorbing the taste of her warm, willing lips. We must have kissed for an eternity, during which I knew all the male eyes in the room were locked on us, just as Clara's had been locked on me and the guys before. It turned me on even more. Finally we came up for breath, and I stared deep into Clara's alluring eyes, her face still streaked with cum that I was going to enjoy licking off her, just as she would lick the last traces off me.

"No, Clara," I whispered to her earnestly. "Thank you."

The six of us spent the most wonderful day and night there at my place, sucking and fucking for all we were worth, but Pete didn't quite get his wish afterwards; although I still had the guys round on a regular basis, Clara never asked to join in again, never even popped round on the off-chance of surprising us again. But on the other hand, she didn't say a single word to Eric when he got back from his business trip about what I had been up to, and it wasn't just because she had gotten involved herself. Whenever she was around me and we were on our own, she couldn't stop smiling at the thought of what we had shared that afternoon. And at those moments, although I knew that I still loved my husband, I loved her even more.

THE END

t I did was because of a lack of sexual satisfaction. It wasn't as though I needed to find some excitement that was lacking when he was around; it's simply that he wasn't around enough. We originally met and still live in our hometown, quite a large area but not exactly a major city. He had a more low-key job back then, pretty dull office work, and it was only after we'd been married a couple of years that he got the promotion he'd been hankering after for so long. That took him out of town on a fairly regular basis - not that he was jetting off to exotic corners of the world every week, but he had meetings with clients that meant I didn't see him for several days at least once a month. He wasn't thrilled with the arrangement either, but I could see it meant so much to him and to his career and I didn't really complain about it. I could find ways to amuse myself in his absence, I had enough friends and relatives back home to keep contact with, but it was almost inevitable that I would try and look for something extra before long... and I soon found it.

The friends that I mentioned included some of mine, and a few of his - buddies from his old work place, who'd ribbed him about his promotion several times at his leaving party but were still genuinely happy for him. During his last months there we had all become quite a sociable group, going out to bars and restaurants and spending a lot of our free time together. I shared their sense of humour, and I had no problem holding conversations with them, but I would've been blind not to notice the way that they looked at me, unashamedly ogling me whenever Eric's attention was distracted. I didn't mind that at all, it felt flattering and faintly thrilling at the same time, and occasionally engaged in a little harmless flirting. Yes, there may well be no such thing, but there was an unspoken agreement among all of us that it wasn't to be taken seriously. They knew that and I knew that - and I was the one who decided to take it further. I didn't see it as some kind of betrayal at all; maybe my sense of judgement had taken a vacation, but it's not like I wanted to have a serious relationship with someone. I just wanted to have fun, and I knew that if I pushed them hard enough, Eric's friends wanted to as well.

We still saw them every now and then when Eric was back home, but the acquaintance wasn't as close, and I found it pretty difficult to put the suggestion to them one summer day when I had been left to my own devices. Despite what you may think, I couldn't just dangle the prospect of sex in front of them and watch them come running; they had known Eric a lot longer than I had and didn't want to hurt him in any way. That was commendable, and I had it in the back of my mind when I called Carl, the unofficial "leader" of the group who was closest to Eric and had always told the others to lay off me whenever they tried to go too far. At first he was amused when I made the offer, thinking it was another jokey flirt, and then he was reduced to shocked silence when he realised I was serious. I told him that I just wanted no-strings sex while Eric was away, and asked him to round up the others and come to the house if he agreed. He sounded willing but made no promises, and for hours afterwards I was left wondering if I had just managed to lose four good friends for no real purpose. It was only around eight o'clock that evening, when I had given up all hope, that I heard the doorbell ring and there they were all huddled outside, their faces a mixture of caution and anticipation.

I explained clearly to them what I had already told Carl, that I wanted to enjoy myself with them during the weeks that Eric wasn't home and they had no obligation to me whatsoever other than to satisfy me sexually. When Jeff, the youngest member of the group, asked me why I hadn't approached one of them individually, I replied flippantly, "Four times the cock, four times the fun, right?", which got a chuckle out of all of them. Now that I had assured them that I wasn't looking for anything serious or romantic, I could see that they couldn't resist the attraction of what was being offered to them; I had promised them I would do virtually anything they wanted. After a few moments where they mulled the idea over, Carl turned to Pete, a dark-haired, thick-set guy who had always been the most forward around me. "Well, what do you think?"

"I'm thinking that we're wasting time when the night is still young," he observed in response. I smiled, and began to unbutton my blouse as they quickly stripped off.

That marked the beginning of a wonderful couple of months for me, and for them too. Eric was away on business roughly two weeks out of each month, and in that time I had his buddies round at my place almost every day, during their lunch hour or else in the early evening when they managed to make some excuse to their own friends and families. Carl and Pete were married, but Jeff and Tommy, the fourth guy, were unattached at the moment, and seemed less certain of themselves around me. I made life easy on all of them by wearing the tightest, sluttiest black dress I could find in my wardrobe. I had expanded a little too much in the last couple of years and it was a pain trying to squeeze into it, but I still had a fairly impressive figure even at the age of 41. I'm above average height, around 5'10", and that dress certainly displayed my legs to good effect. The neckline plunged nicely, and combined with my shoulder-length brunette hair the overall package was more than enticing enough. They couldn't take their eyes off me and I made sure they got a good look at everything when I was around them, bending over to pick things up whenever I had the chance. It felt so exhilarating, so wonderfully naughty, to be giving my husband's closest friends what they had always secretly desired.

I had something good ready for them to eat whenever they came round, besides my pussy; I wasn't exactly waiting on them hand and foot, but they needed plenty of energy for what was to follow, and that wasn't the only service I provided. Food is one thing, but when it comes to sex the way to a man's heart is through his dick. Crouched on the lounge floor, down on my knees, I gave each one of them in turn what I hoped was the best oral they'd ever received; the wetter the better in my book, and they obviously agreed judging by the amount of spunk they showered me in once they'd finished. I always looked forward to sucking off Pete the most, since he had a cock that was evidently the envy of the younger guys and was regarded with faint amusement by Carl. It was easily ten inches long, and a nice plump width when erect, providing me with quite a challenge that I was eager to accept. Pete nearly choked me when I tried to deep-throat him, but that was nothing compared to the effort it took to swallow his ejaculate when he came. If I'd been low on calorie intake before he and the others arrived, I certainly wasn't afterwards. He repaid me in fine style in the bedroom, however, when he fucked me harder and longer than any of the others could possibly manage; I had the best, most intense orgasms since my first marriage and was left begging for more.

We varied our activities a lot from day to day; sometimes I would give them blowjobs, sometimes they would stand over me and jerk off onto my face and chest. Then one of them would fuck me from behind while I sucked another off, with the remaining two masturbating over my body while they waited for their turn. Sometimes I would even let them fuck me in three holes at once, in my pussy, my asshole and my mouth, but that left me feeling horribly sore afterwards and it was difficult for them to be positioned correctly. It may have been a purely physical deal, but we certainly weren't mechanical at any time; I laughed and joked with them just like I would in any normal situation, and when we relaxed together following our little sessions it felt like such a regular event, as though we were down in a bar somewhere with Eric celebrating his promotion again. At times it was almost surreal, but no matter what it was always enjoyable. Carl told me what a great time they were all having, and I felt happy to oblige.

One particularly stifling day, they arrived in the early afternoon and were eager to get out of their clothes, motivated by the heat as much as by lust. By the time I got into the lounge they were already seated stark naked on the furniture around the sides, Jeff and Carl beside each other on the couch and Tommy and Pete taking an armchair each. I stood in the middle of the room and looked around mischievously, welcoming the fact that for once I was dressed in more than they were. "You guys are pretty keen today, aren't you?" I noted slyly.

"Let's see a bit more of your pussy, Susie," Carl murmured heavily, beginning to stroke his shaft. I stood facing him and slowly ruffled up the hem of my skirt, revealing my bare crotch underneath. At the same time I stood with my legs as wide apart as possible, displaying my ass to both Pete and Tommy, who were already quite literally on the edge of their seats with cocks in hands.

"Does that pussy look wet enough to you, Carl?" I teased him, prying my swollen pussy lips apart. "Or does it need something special like your prick inside it?"

Carl's excited eyes roved over me, filled with desire. "I'm going to give you a fucking you'll never forget, you slut..." He was pumping his cock harder, as were they all, and I felt like they deserved a release before we really got down to business.

"We'll do that soon Carl, but first..." I slipped the dress off over my head and knelt submissively on the floor, staring up at him "...don't you want to cover me in your cum? All of you," I added, turning my head and grinning at Pete and Tommy. They were off their chairs in a shot and standing on either side of me, their organs swaying in my face. As Jeff and Carl rose from the couch and positioned themselves directly in front, I took a deep breath and inhaled the intoxicating smell of male arousal.

They started to jerk off in unison, grim determination etched on their faces. I gave them a little help, massaging a couple of dicks with a pleasant smile, but they hardly needed it. The inflamed heads were beginning to convulse, the liquid reserves inside ready to be spurted out. I closed my eyes and waited for the first warm blasts to splash over my face and throat, eager to accept their cum. And then a stammering but familiar voice sent a jolt of panic straight through me.

"Oh God, I - I'm sorry..." I opened my eyes and snapped my head round, as did the guys, to see a shocked, cringing woman beginning to hurry out of the room. She had disappeared in an instant, but that was all I needed to recognise my younger sister.

"Oh, shit!" I muttered, and clambered to my feet, hastily donning my dress again. "Look guys, everything's fine, just stay here and I'll be back soon, OK?" They mostly looked as embarrassed as I felt, although Pete seemed to be deriving a little humour from the situation. Smug bastard, I thought to myself as I hurried from the room slipping my shoulder straps on.

I went through into the kitchen and found Clara standing in front of the sink, her back to me. She was shaking nervously, as though her whole body had seized up; I couldn't really blame her. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" I hissed angrily.

She turned round, a look of shock still emblazoned on her face. "The door was open. Besides, I thought it was OK for me to come round now and then - obviously not, I guess."

"It's been weeks since you last visited, you should have called first or something..."

"Don't act like I'm the one who's done something wrong here! Who the hell are those guys?" she demanded, gesticulating angrily towards the lounge door.

"They're friends of Eric's, I've known them for a long time now. We're very close."

"No shit!" Clara said flippantly, shaking her head in disbelief. "You've found a way to ruin another marriage, huh Susannah? You really are a piece of work..."

She was the only one who ever called me that; even my mother called me Susie, but for some reason this little twerp (OK, she was in her mid-30s, but to me she'd always been the annoying younger sister) insisted on using Susannah, like she was lecturing me as my superior. It annoyed the hell out of me. "Look Clara, don't you dare bring that up again," I told her in no uncertain terms. "You know full well that it wasn't me who broke up that marriage, it was Mike."

"Well, you're certainly going to break up this one. You're never satisfied with anything or anyone, are you?"

"I don't like to get stuck in a rut, if that's what you mean. And Clara, listen to me - this is NOT an affair, I have no romantic feelings whatsoever for those guys in there. All they want, and all I want, is sex. Just sex. This doesn't have to ruin things with Eric, and it won't ruin them if you keep your mouth shut about it, OK?"

"You expect me to keep quiet about this, to lie to him?" Clara exclaimed in astonishment. "You can't ask me to do that."

"This arrangement keeps me and them satisfied while he's away on business, it'll end when I want it to end. You won't have to go on lying forever. I'm asking you as a sister, to do something for me."

"God, you are such a slut..."

The comment stung, and I could see the distaste on her features, but I wasn't about to let it get to me. "Maybe I am a slut," I replied. "But if I am, then it's my decision and it's none of your damn business."

"Fine. Fine. I'll leave you to have more fun with your friends, then." She pushed past to head to the front door, but I stepped in front of her. I just couldn't let her go like that, in this kind of mood.

"Look... why don't you come in and meet them?" I suggested.

"There's no way I'm going in there again," Clara said instantly. "They're... they're naked in there."

"That happens sometimes during sex," I quipped. "I just want you to see that they're people, they're friends of mine, and there is no way that they're going to jeopardise what me and Eric have."

"I have to be getting home anyway - "

"Please," I demanded, staring her in the face, and she relented. Slowly, almost numbly, she followed me into the lounge, where the guys were patiently seated with cocks that had now become thoroughly flaccid. "Everyone," I announced rather grandly, "this is my younger sister, Clara."

Pete waved at her jokingly; the others maintained an awkward silence. Carl eventually stood up. "Susie, maybe we should come back another time, when you're completely free..."

"I'm free now. And I want to start where we left off." The moment I said this Clara immediately hurried to the door again, but I pulled her back towards me. "Just sit down, and watch," I instructed her firmly. I don't know where on earth I found the authority in my voice, but it was enough to make her do exactly as I asked, for the first time I could recall. She sat carefully on the far end of the couch, perched on the edge, and stayed there like a coiled spring, staring ahead of her.

"OK guys, we were in the middle of something, weren't we?"

"What, you want to carry on?" Carl queried in amazement. "With her watching?"

"Exactly." I looked back at Clara contemptuously. "If I'm a slut, then I want her to see what sluts do." She reacted sharply to that, and all of a sudden she looked more vulnerable than I had ever seen her; a small figure in neat clothing, her blonde hair partly falling across her face. I wanted to reduce her to silence for once, to make her accept that what I was doing was right and good.

I saw Carl look across momentarily at Pete, who raised his eyebrows in a "You're going to pass up an opportunity like this?" expression. They were turned on by the idea, I could see their cocks beginning to stiffen once more as I removed my dress and knelt down on the floor among them, naked in front of little sis. "Come on guys, you've still got plenty of spunk left in there, haven't you?" I encouraged them, keeping my eyes fixed on Clara.

"I've got more than enough for you," Pete muttered as he stood right beside me, his penis clenched in his fist. I knew he was going to unload a massive wad all over me, so I tried to speed things up, wrapping my lips around his cock head and slurping hard. Behind me, Tommy pulled my hair back and began pumping over my right ear and cheek, determined to coat my face completely. Carl and Jeff were concentrating on my neck and my tits. And whenever I stole a glance back towards Clara, she was still sitting stock still, her eyes glued to the spectacle in front of her.

Jeff brought his dick up to my face, rubbing it against my nose; I grasped his and Pete's in my fingers and took them both into my mouth, lapping at them with the folds of my drooling tongue. Tommy tugged at my hair and jerked my head backward slightly, tilting it so I was ready to face their onslaught. The grunts and groans of the four men grew steadily louder as they approached their climax, and I wallowed in the feeling of anticipation that engulfed me. I closed my eyes, smiled and listened as Carl gave voice to his ejaculation. "Oh God... ooohhhhh!!!" Hot ropes of semen were sprayed onto my face, covering my mouth and chin in a thick, sticky mess whose bitter, salty smell flooded my nostrils. Within seconds the other three came too, blanketing my hair and forehead and shooting their jets onto my throat and chest. Their cum dripped down over my eyelids and in between my breats, collecting in viscous pockets. It was undoubtedly the most they had ever produced with me, and I knew exactly why.

I opened my mouth slightly and licked my lips, swallowing a great deal of the cum that was on them and also consuming the amount that had congealed around my mouth; then I looked up at the circle of panting, flushed faces standing over me and grinned happily. I scooped up more of their ejaculate off my tits and licked it gently off my fingers. Soon they were presenting their dripping cocks to be sucked clean, and I duly obliged. But just as their attention was focused on me, we heard a sound that made all of us jump unexpectedly. A high, frantic yelp.

We turned as one, just as we had done when Clara first burst in on us, to see her sitting there with her eyes squeezed shut and her legs wide apart, a single hand thrust down the front of her jeans. She didn't care if we were watching her or what we thought of her; she was masturbating openly at what she had just witnessed, abandoning her usual restraint and caution. As I watched her I was suddenly filled with love for her, a love that went beyond mere sisterly affection. She looked so pure and innocent, so beautiful... I caught my breath suddenly as I realised what kind of feelings were running through my head at the thought of my younger sister. But they wouldn't change, and they only increased as she reached a strangled orgasm that had her throwing her head back against her shoulders, her mouth wide open. When she recovered, she looked momentarily abashed at the attention she was receiving, but then her eyes locked onto mine.

"Susie... Susie, please..." she whispered faintly. "Please... let them do it to me. Let them do it to me!" Her demand sent me reeling, wondering what on earth I had done to change her so completely, to make her want the kind of experience I had just had. But I could see she wanted it so badly, and I could hardly say no after what she had done for me.

I looked up at Carl, and gulped nervously. "Well, you heard the lady..." He hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should go this far, but ultimately his desire won the day. He stepped forward to take Clara's hand; she was already removing her top, flinching as her upper body was exposed to the air. She stood up and looked down at the floor as she unbuckled her jeans and slowly dropped them, kicking them carefully off her feet. To me she still seemed to be in an almost dream-like state, seemingly unaware of Carl as he unhooked her bra and slipped the straps off her shoulders; she didn't protest, she hardly reacted at all as he hooked the waistband of her panties in his fingers and eased them down her legs, exposing her full naked form to the entire room. As I gazed upon her petite, shapely figure, I reflected on how far removed she was from the mouthy girl that had bugged me so much all those years ago. She certainly wasn't annoying little sis now.

Clara crouched gingerly on the carpet to my left, steeling herself for the same treatment that I had received. But that wasn't exactly what Pete had in mind. "I don't know about you guys," he observed, "but I'm damned if I can do that all over again so soon. I reckon we should fuck her instead."

"Pete, no," I said sharply, shuffling over towards him. "She's not ready for that, it's way too soon."

Clara suddenly held out a restraining hand, and rested it on my arm. "It's OK, Susie," she said in a low voice. "I want to do it.  And I know you want to see it."  She could read me like a book; there was no point in me pretending otherwise, and I simply nodded my agreement.

She lay down flat on her back, visibly trembling as she clasped her thighs and spread them apart.  Pete didn't need much encouragement; her pussy was already soaking wet, and I could smell how aroused she was as I perched beside her.  The day was hot enough by itself, but the sweat that had accumulated between her legs, and which was beginning to form on my brow as I watched, had little to do with the room temperature.  For a moment I found myself wondering what I was doing, whether I had gone way too far, but my eyes were glued to Clara's body; it looked so beautiful, so wonderfully, deliciously ready to be fucked.

Pete positioned himself directly in front of her, balancing her legs on his hips, and gradually eased forwards until his warm prick was slapping against the moist, slippery folds of her vagina; then, with a grunt of exertion he penetrated her, and I watched her clench her tongue tightly against her teeth as she took the length and width of his shaft inside her. "Oh God - oooohhhh!!!" she squealed, raising herself slightly off the floor and squeezing her feet tighter around Pete's back.  "Mmmmm...."  I instinctively took hold of her flailing hand and held it comfortingly, like you would reassure an expectant mother in the delivery room, until I realised how stupid it was to be thinking like that.

The others were momentarily mesmerised as I was, but thankfully their paralysis didn't last long and I didn't have to tell them what to do.  Soon I felt a firm pair of hands on my hips, swivelled my head round and saw that Tommy was steering himself into me, ready to give my ass the pounding he had been longing for ever since this whole arrangement had begun.  I wasn't about to stop him, and I certainly couldn't stop the sharp groan that escaped my lips as I felt the stabbing pain of his cock in my rear end.  As the tension eased and I accommodated him inside me, I was suddenly flooded with lust, not only as the object of his desire but also at the sight of what lay before me.  I knelt low over Clara's shuddering body and hungrily lapped at her erect right nipple, coating the protruding flesh in a torrent of my saliva.  She didn't even flicker at the sight of me vigorously attacking her chest.   

Jeff quickly scooted round beside her and did likewise to her left teat, sucking gently on the hard nub and then unexpectedly biting down on it.  Clara gasped, arching her back, and in that instant I was too aroused even to care that he might be hurting her.  Meanwhile Carl, ever the gentleman, decided to give her what she had originally asked for and knelt over her head, sticking his dick in her face.  Clara got the hint and with a grin up at him, slid his rock-hard penis slowly into her mouth, swallowing as much as she could.  There we were, fixed in our balletic positions, four of us pleasuring Clara and Tommy pleasuring me from behind.  By now we were really stuck into what we were doing, and I could see Pete beginning to pick up the pace as he slammed harder and harder into Clara's pussy.  I knew what that felt like, the mixture of the painful and the pleasurable, and hoped that she was enjoying it as much as I did.

All my inhibitions left me and I decided to use what Pete was doing to spur Tommy on more.  "Come on you little prick, you think that's hard?" I hissed at him scathingly.  "See what he's doing to her, you want to do that to me, right?  You want to fuck my tight little ass so hard that I'll be begging you to stop!  So fuck me.  Fuck me!!!"  In truth he wasn't doing a bad job, but I can be greedy at times, and I wallowed in the feeling of gratification as he started to thrust into me faster and deeper, almost bringing me to the point of tears.  His swelling shaft completely filled my passage; my mouth was hanging wide open in ecstasy and Jeff, unable to resist the sight of such a big target, began to stroke himself back to hardness once again.

Clara was by now hard at work, dicks filling two holes at once.  I ran my hands smoothly across her undulating skin, feeling the contours in her stomach, soaking up the heat that was radiating from her body.  Eventually I turned my attention southwards and carefully crept downwards to her tender clit, which I began to massage gently with two fingers.  Clara jolted underneath me, and I heard a muffled yelp emanate from her cock-encircled lips.  She was going to climax soon, I was sure of that, and I didn't want to be far behind.  Both Carl and Pete were beginning to grunt hoarsely, eyes closed, as the pressure on their organs increased.

Knowing that a simultaneous cum was going to be fairly unlikely, I leant across Clara's body with my arms stretched and stuck out my tongue in an open invitation to Jeff, whose cock was mere inches away from me.  I kept eye contact with him as he shuffled forwards, his hand a blur in my line of vision, and smiled a final encouragement at him.  Moments later I felt a wave of semen spurt onto my tongue, rolling smoothly downwards into my throat.  "Ohhhh fuck, yeah!!!" he sighed deeply, yet more spewing forward and enveloping my mouth.  I gulped down as much as I could, then licked myself clean and murmured my appreciation.  I had eaten enough cum by now to be well accustomed to the taste, but it never hurt to let the guys know that their efforts weren't wasted.

Tommy was reaching bursting point, and so was I, but what sent me over the edge was not the feeling of his liquid flooding my asshole, blissful though that was, but the sight of Clara in the first throes of orgasm.  I had thought that seeing a man ejaculate right in front of me, onto me, was one of the most erotic things I could ever experience, but seeing my little sister convulse with delirious joy as her skin flushed pink surpassed even that.  I clutched frantically between my legs, felt my own orgasm coming, and allowed myself to be overtaken by it; a jolt of pleasure shot through my legs and crotch, jerking me forwards, and I collapsed on top of Clara with a dizzy, light-headed feeling running through me.  As I gasped for breath, I heard the sounds of Carl and Pete climaxing in my ears, their groans reaching a peak as they emptied their loads into Clara at both ends.  She gagged slightly on Carl's cum, but when he withdrew from her the long, lingering sigh of contentment that followed told me all I needed to know.  She had just had one hell of a climax, and I felt so happy for her.

Suddenly the air was filled only with the sound of our mutual, ragged breathing, as we all tried to recover and get ourselves back to normal.  Tommy slumped heavily against my shoulder; I turned and kissed him deeply, reassuring him that he had been a great fuck.  When Pete finally slid out of Clara's dripping pussy, he took a moment take in the surroundings, exhaled and remarked flippantly, "We must do this again some time!"  That got laughs out of all of us, and a smile from Clara as she lay on the floor, her pulse gradually slowing.

After a little while, she focused on me and smiled her gratitude.  "Oh, Susie... thank you," she said quietly.  "Thank you so much."

I didn't know what to say to her in response.  For a moment I sat there dumbfounded, until a thought occurred to my devious, dirty little mind about what I could do instead.  I rose off my knees and padded downwards towards her legs, now coated in perspiration.  Slowly, carefully, I lowered my mouth down over her pussy and inhaled the potent mixture of semen and her own juices that had collected inside.  With some trepidation I extended my tongue and slurped the sticky concoction into my mouth, swirling it around aside and learning to enjoy the bitter taste.  As I moved back up to Clara's side, I motioned her to sit up and she did so.

Holding her head tenderly in my arms, I leaned forward and gave her the softest, wettest, sloppiest kiss I had ever given anyone.  For a moment she seemed to resist but then she embraced it, transferring the fluid onto her tongue and swallowing it in one go.  I didn't stop there, and carried on exploring inside her mouth, absorbing the taste of her warm, willing lips.  We must have kissed for an eternity, during which I knew all the male eyes in the room were locked on us, just as Clara's had been locked on me and the guys before.  It turned me on even more.  Finally we came up for breath, and I stared deep into Clara's alluring eyes, her face still streaked with cum that I was going to enjoy licking off her, just as she would lick the last traces off me.

"No, Clara," I whispered to her earnestly.  "Thank you."

The six of us spent the most wonderful day and night there at my place, sucking and fucking for all we were worth, but Pete didn't quite get his wish afterwards; although I still had the guys round on a regular basis, Clara never asked to join in again, never even popped round on the off-chance of surprising us again.  But on the other hand, she didn't say a single word to Eric when he got back from his business trip about what I had been up to, and it wasn't just because she had gotten involved herself.  Whenever she was around me and we were on our own, she couldn't stop smiling at the thought of what we had shared that afternoon.  And at those moments, although I knew that I still loved my husband, I loved her even more.

THE END

ally liked my hair, it was a mass of curls that resembled a fright wig on a bad day, but as Holly ran her fingers gently through it I felt sexier and more desirable than I ever had before. At the same time I brushed my fingers lightly over her chest, cupping her left breast. God, it was just as firm and supple as I'd always imagined it would be.

Holly withdrew from me, slowly teasing my bottom lip with her upper one, and then licked both of hers approvingly. "Mmmm," she murmured huskily, her arms draped over my shoulders.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I whispered, a part of me still afraid that she would back out.

“I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t,” she replied. Leaning forward, she began to kiss my neck and throat, clutching my head. The touch of her lips on my skin felt utterly incredible. She was wearing more than I was, but that wasn’t going to stop me from making her feel as good as I did at that moment. I reached out and started to rub her stomach through her sweater, then lowered my attention to the jeans fabric pressed tightly around her crotch. I established a soft but insistent rhythm that I gradually started to increase, running my fingers over the material and then cupping her pussy in my hand.

Holly was soon paying close attention to what I was doing; she looked down, her eyes locked on my hand, and spread her legs a little further apart. I realised that she was actually starting to grind her hips against me, wanting to take me into herself. As her head lolled forward a faint whimper emerged from her mouth; it was music to my ears. I was sitting here slowly masturbating the woman of my dreams. I would have carried on all the way to the finish if she had allowed me, but she didn’t. She gently grasped my hand and indicated for me to stop. I quickly found out why.

“You know what you told me this morning?” she asked me, trembling slightly. I nodded; she looked downwards for a moment. “Well… here’s your chance.” She slid off the couch and, kicking her shoes off, moved over to stand in front of a nearby armchair. Once she had turned to face me, she kept eye contact with me as her hands moved carefully down to the zipper on her jeans.

I listened intently as she unzipped her fly, my tongue massaging my bottom lip; I must have looked so perverted at that moment, but I couldn’t help myself. Holding her jeans up, she sat down in the chair and raised her legs to give me a good, long look as she slipped them off. I swallowed heavily at the sight of her perfectly tanned and toned limbs, thrust into the air, and realised that this was the view her boyfriends had gotten. No wonder she had to beat people off with a stick. But tonight at least, the view was mine.

And of course the best part of that view was those white panties, clinging tightly between her thighs. Holly obviously thought so too, because when she lowered her legs back down she kept them spread invitingly apart, beckoning me forwards. Urging me to turn my far-fetched fantasy into a wonderful reality.

For an instant I wondered whether we had gone too far, whether I knew what I was doing, but then a voice inside me told me to stop dithering and just get on with it. In fact, the more I watched Holly the more I was driven on to make good on what I had confessed to her that day. I wanted to give her the best damn tongue-fucking she'd ever had, or ever would have. She deserved nothing less.

Dropping to my knees, I shuffled up to Holly until I was perched right in front of the armchair, her outstretched legs almost resting on my shoulders. My eyes were immediately drawn to her crotch, but it would have been too obvious to go for that right away. So I spread my hands over the top of her thighs and began to gingerly massage them; simultaneously I lowered my head and kissed the insides of her knees. She moaned softly, and I could tell I was on the right track. Slowly, methodically, I began to work my way up her legs, alternately kissing and licking her inner thighs while kneading the flesh on the other side. It was a long process, but all the time Holly was getting steadily more excited and her grip on my head grew tighter and tighter, urging me on.

My chest was balanced over the fabric of the chair seat, and all of a sudden I felt Holly's fingers darting towards the buttons on my blouse, eager to get at my tits. I grabbed her arms gently and stopped her; for now at least, this was all about her, not me.  Slightly annoyed, she squeezed my nipples through my bra, which made me gasp. I exhaled sharply, then looked up at her to see a naughty smile on her face. "You're going to pay for that," I warned her sternly, before dissolving into giggles.

Well, she was certainly going to get what was coming to her, that's for sure. I could smell her pussy by now, and when I reached out to gently touch the material of her panties, they were soaking wet to the touch. With my index finger I described small semi-circular motions over her crotch, trying to trace the outline of her vagina; when I looked up once more, Holly was no longer smiling, and her face was flushed crimson as her breathing became slower and heavier. Once I was good and ready, I leaned forward and extended my tongue, wanting to add my own saliva to what was already there and make her feel like she was sitting in a pool of her own pussy juice. I could taste her faintly as her underwear got even more sodden than it was before. The mass of fluid that seeped through the garment soon turned it transparent, and finally I could see exactly what I was aiming at. I gave it a couple of tender, explorative kisses.

Leaning back again, I hooked my fingers through the waistband of her panties and carefully slid them off her hips. There was a loud sucking sound as they detached from between her legs, which was testament to just how wet she and I had made them. Once they reached her ankles, I slipped them off and held them up to my face right in front of her. She watched as I inhaled her scent deeply, savouring the smell that filled my nostrils. It's not like I have a panty fetish or anything, but at that moment the thought of it was just too hot for me to resist. I could already see Holly's fingers moving towards her clit, desperate to stimulate herself after what she had seen. I quickly restrained her before she got there. "Oh please, Laura," she whispered imploringly to me. "Please..."

It was something I never thought I would experience, even in my wildest flights of fancy; me, holding the most beautiful girl I'd ever known on a piece of string, working her up into such a lather that she was begging me for relief. Her, begging me! It didn’t seem real, but it was, and so was the task ahead of me. Not that it felt like a chore, but I really didn’t know what I was doing. I mean, how had her other lovers done it to her in the past? Should I ask for some tips? That might just spoil the mood. My best bet was to do what I enjoyed having done to me - but then, I’d never had a woman going down on me before either, and my experience in general was rather limited in this area.

Just do what you feel, I decided. I couldn’t get inside Holly’s head, but if she was anywhere near as turned on right now as I was, then hopefully she could forgive a bit of imperfect technique; and if her pussy was any indication, she was very turned on indeed. Her labia were swollen around a pink, fleshy mound of supple tissue that was already dripping wet; I followed the contours of her vagina, up past the nub of her clitoris, to the tiny patch of pubic hair that trailed away into bare skin. God, it was as beautiful as the rest of her. The smell and the warmth of her genitals flooded my face as I extended my tongue and licked up the length of her pussy, softly. It was a single stroke, as delicate as I could possibly make it, and I felt Holly’s calves clench against my shoulder blades as I did it. I was on the right track. 

I waited ten seconds - I actually counted them, as she stared down at me with a look of impatience - and then went in again, only this time the lick was slightly more prolonged, more lingering, and I caught her juices on the tip of my tongue. I held them there until my neck was craned upwards, my eyes staring straight into hers, and then swallowed ostentatiously. Her face lit up as I gulped the strong, warm liquid down my throat, letting her know how delicious she tasted. It was no act. All the nerve endings in my body were suddenly on fire, blood rushed to my head… I felt giddy. For a few seconds I shut my eyes and plunged my hand underneath my skirt, feeling myself through my panties. I was building up a little reservoir of my own down there; but, it would have to wait.

I returned my focus to where it needed to be, and began to explore Holly for the third time. I really did explore this time round, pressing my tongue against the folds of her vagina - no, allowing them to press against me - and lapping at the moist flesh that squirmed underneath my touch. I inched my way upwards until I was resting over her red, engorged clit, straining out of its hood. I gave it one gentle lick and Holly almost bolted out of the chair, a gasp erupting from her wide open mouth. “Oh, God!!!” she screeched, gripping the arms of the chair as she wrapped her legs tighter around my body, drawing me closer in. OK, so I didn’t want to overdo that.

I didn’t want to waste any more time teasing her either, though. Instead, when I went down for what she thought would be another tantalising lick, I ran my lips as well as my tongue over her pussy, stretching the muscles in my jaw to try and encompass as much of her as I could. With my mouth clamped over her private parts like a suction cup, I settled down and began to eat. I tried just about everything I could think of; I stuck my tongue as far up her vaginal passage as I could, I took the loose skin on her clitoral hood into my mouth and sucked it out over and over again, I delved so deep and hard that my nose was pushed into her passage.  I inhaled again - always inhale, I told myself flippantly.

I don’t know how much of what I did was me trying to imitate something I’d seen in porn, but it seemed to work. Holly settled down into a pattern of soft, subdued moans which made me tingle inside, punctuated by an occasional sharper cry when I switched to something different. She held my head firmly in place, running her fingers through my hair, and that sensation was doing good things to me as well.

Deciding on a different approach, I squeezed my right hand underneath her heaving torso; a large, sticky patch had collected on the fabric below her, and I could feel the fluid slipping over my palm as I reached through and began to slowly rub the sensitive skin on her perineum. She responded, propping herself up slightly to give me more room to work with. I traced little circles with my index finger, nothing too intense, and when I thought I could risk it I moved further back and began to rub around her asshole. That was all I did, all I felt comfortable doing for now, but the moment she sensed the stimulation in that area she quivered noticeably, and her breathing picked up. Well, that gave me some ideas for the future…

Most of my attention was centred on her pussy, however. I smothered it in deep, wet kisses, making love to it as if it was Holly’s mouth that I was feeling inside mine. As I did so I made absolutely sure that I kept eye contact with her, letting her know that I was there to do whatever she wished, that I wanted to satisfy her in every way possible, and that I wasn’t going to stop eating her until she came right there in front of me. It almost got to the point where I didn’t want to come up for air, so intent was I on giving her pleasure. Holly took hold of my left hand, which was caressing her thigh, and clasped my fingers tightly in hers as she returned my gaze. Oh God, how I wished I could have frozen that moment forever.

But it didn’t take long for the whole experience to overwhelm her. I heard her gasps quicken in pace, saw her chest begin to rapidly rise and fall out of the corner of my eye. I zeroed in on her clit, and she pinned her thighs tightly around the side of my head; the sweat pouring off her flushed skin mingled with the beads of perspiration on my brow, and with my face half-covered in her fluids already I wondered for a second whether I would drown in all of it. Even with my ears squeezed against my face, though, I listened intently to the sounds of her orgasm. “Mmmm… oh, shit… oh my God… mmm…. Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes… oh yeeesssss!!!!”

The crescendo suddenly cut out as she flung her head back against the chair in a silent scream, her entire body convulsing uncontrollably. Her legs shook against my shoulders, and I held them in place, not wanting to let go until it was over. It was only after a few seconds that she righted her head, then with her eyes screwed up let out a piercing yell that almost sounded painful, but which I knew was the sign of a really, really good climax. I felt her vaginal walls shudder and contract against my tongue, eking a final residue of her own cum that I slurped up to add to the mass of fluid already inside my mouth. I was still performing mopping-up duties as she slowly came down off her ecstatic high, her breathing fast and ragged.

She slumped back against the chair. I got up, rather unsteadily as I had been on my knees for so long, and squeezed myself in beside her, my legs draped over hers. She leant on my shoulder for a moment, recovering her composure. The feeling of her warm, panting mouth resting on me turned me on even more than her orgasm had done, but this wasn't the time to start things up again. “God…” Holly eventually gasped, looking at me with a dazed smile on her face. “Laura, are you sure you’ve never done that before?”

“Never,” I said quietly.

“Then how… where did you learn to do it so well?”

I tapped the side of my head. “In here.” My eyes roved down across her body, taking it all in once more. “I had plenty of practice there.”

Holly absorbed what I was saying for a second, then pulled my head down to hers and kissed me. A jolt of alarm ran through me as our lips made contact; I had her cum smeared all over my face, and inside my mouth, and wondered for a moment whether she would be turned off by it. From the way her tongue explored mine, however, she was far from disturbed at the feeling of tasting herself.

“You are so beautiful,” she whispered to me as we broke away, her hands caressing my cheeks. As she continued to stare at me, they wandered down the length of my body until all of a sudden they were resting on my, uh, other pair of cheeks. She began to rub me there, her fingers teasing at the hem of my skirt, and I could feel the excitement starting to rise in my pelvis.

“You, um…” Oh God, it felt amazing down there… “You don’t have to do this if you don’t…”

“Yes I do,” she said abruptly. “Yes, I do. Stand up and take of your clothes. Please.” I swallowed deeply, and slid off the chair with slowness verging on reluctance. I wanted her to see me and touch me more than anything else in the world, but I still couldn’t shake off the stupid fear that she would be disappointed in me, in my body. I mean, I didn’t spend my summer vacations getting tanned, as she obviously did, and as for the state of my stomach and legs… well, I didn’t want to go there.

I began to methodically undo the buttons on my blouse one by one, looking down at my work with a little too much detachment, and only when I was halfway down did I see, out of the corner of my eye, the eagerness and anticipation on Holly’s face. Wow, she’s really into this, I thought to myself. She really wants to look at me… so I’d better take things more slowly. Carefully, trying to tease her and probably failing miserably, I finished unbuttoning myself and stood there, letting her admire me. Her eyes followed my movements as I gently slipped the fabric off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor, a little more exposed, a little more vulnerable.

There I was, my pallid, trembling flesh erupting in goose pimples out of a mixture of sudden cold and fear; I was almost as white as the bra I was wearing. But Holly really didn’t care, and I shouldn’t have either. With a remarkable lack of ceremony she flung off the sweater she had kept on the whole time, then undid her bra and tossed it casually onto the floor.  I barely had time to admire the roundest, most perfectly formed pair of breasts I'd ever seen before she slipped off the chair, knelt down in front of me and reached nimbly for the zipper on my skirt. My breathing quickened as that came off too, dropping in a heap at my feet, and all I had on was my underwear. Holly placed her fingers against my heels and began to rub upwards, tracing circles on my shins with her thumbs, rhythmically stroking the back of my legs and squeezing portions of flesh between her fingers.

She briefly surveyed my stomach and then pressed her lips forward into it, smothering the area round my belly button with kisses. At the same time she began caressing my hips, her thumbs ever so lightly brushing against the waistband of my panties. I squirmed underneath her touch, my mind racing with the electrifying thought of what she might do to me. Looking down, all I could see was her blonde hair moving from side to side and the faintest glimpse of her mouth gliding over my skin, her tongue leaving glistening trails of saliva across the surface. The kisses got lower and lower, until she innocuously bent her head down level to my crotch and planted one right on my clit. I exhaled sharply; she looked up at me. “Take your bra off,” she ordered in a low whisper.

I quickly obeyed, driven by nothing more than a burning desire to be naked in front of her. Maybe there was a hint of hesitation as I eased the straps off my shoulders, but a moment later it was down on the floor with most of my other clothes and I was topless. Holly’s eyes zeroed in on my nipples, her tongue touching her upper teeth in anticipation, and stayed there as she gently slipped my panties off, running them down to my ankles and helping me step out of them. I felt a slight draft between my legs and realised that for the first time, I was completely exposed to her, flab and all.

Holly stood up to face me and gave me another lingering kiss. “Sit down,” she said in a much calmer tone, trying to get me relaxed. Feeling her hand momentarily clasp my shoulder as I turned to sit on the couch didn’t help in that regard. I sat back with my legs slightly apart and my arms draped protectively over my lap, alive with the possibilities of what we could do together but still afraid that I would be a disappointment to her somehow. How dumb it is that when you have a dream come true there’s still a part of you that wants it to remain a dream.

Holly sat beside me and drew herself up to me, her legs pulled up to her chest. She leant towards my neck and I felt her breath waft over me; shaking, I tilted my head back and shut my eyes as she kissed me just below my ear, her tongue lapping casually at my earlobe. She massaged my shoulders, then with the same circling motion she had used on my legs, worked her way down to my chest. For a few seconds she cupped my breasts, as though weighing them up; her fingers wandered inwards to the nipples, and she started to alternate between gentle caresses and sharper squeezes. I moaned under my breath.

“You like that, huh?” she asked teasingly. I nodded. “Well, I hope you enjoy this even more.” She slid her mouth down to my left breast, a grin half-visible on her face as it pressed against my skin, and gently extended her tongue to lap at my nipple. She was using a very similar technique to the one I had used on her pussy, and she knew it; with every lick she lingered a bit longer, applied more pressure, and got me more aroused. When she withdrew after wrapping the folds of her tongue around the nub, a thin strand of saliva stretched out from my breast to her mouth. Smiling, she leaned back towards me and smeared it over my bosom, adding to the moisture that was already gathered there.

At my prompting, Holly settled her mouth over the nipple and this time she stayed there, sucking at it hungrily. And she really stayed there. I had never had anyone lavish such attention and affection on my body as she did on my breasts in the next few minutes. She was like a child suckling for milk. After a while I stopped caring about the sensations; just the sight of her poised securely over my chest, her eyes closed in concentration and her lips engulfing a little more flesh with each movement, was enough to turn me on. I wondered if she was ever going to let go.

Her left hand was still circling my right breast, playing with the nipple, pinching it occasionally, rubbing the soft tissue together. It was a wonderful feeling, but she had other ideas in mind. She lowered her palm onto my stomach, holding it there so she could sense it rising and falling beneath her, and then began to inch downwards. When I realised where she was going I felt a tingle of anticipation run through my pelvis, a tingle that increased in intensity as she started to finger me gently between my legs. It was the lightest of touches… and it was all I could do to stop myself from coming right there and then.

I groaned suddenly, with enough urgency to make her stop and look up at me to see if something was wrong. “If you keep doing that,” I muttered, her hand still busy working away at my pussy, “you’re going to make me come. Right now. Do you want to watch that? Is that… what you want to see?” I was challenging her, even daring her in a way. Of course she wanted to watch me come. It was just a question of when.

Holly stopped what she was doing and looked me over for a moment, as if surveying the options in her mind. Then she smiled, and kissed my thigh. “Nope. Not yet.” She sat down fully on the couch beside me, her eyes cast downwards, and spoke awkwardly. “Would you, um… Geez, this is so tough for me to ask.”

“What is it?”

This time she made eye contact with me. “Would you… masturbate for me? Please?” She looked embarrassed to be even asking me such a question, as though she’d offended me. She hadn’t, but I was certainly taken aback.

“Um… well, yeah, I guess I could,” I replied flatly, not exactly filling her with confidence.

“Don’t do it if you’re not comfortable with it, though. Seriously. I don’t want you to have to pretend you’re feeling something you’re not. I want you to do it like you did when you were alone... when you were thinking of me.”

“Oh. I see.” My head was spinning with the thought of this. Was I ready to show her exactly how I felt about her in my most private moments, just how much she filled me with desire, even after all that we’d done already? I was half-terrified at the idea, but in the pit of my stomach I felt a surge of excitement mixed in with the nerves. When I looked at Holly again she had a sly expression on her face.

“You never know… maybe I can give you a little inspiration,” she said coyly.

“You bet you will,” I declared with a grin, and kissed her. “Where should we do it?”

“Come with me.” She stood up, took my hand and headed towards the bedroom. I followed her willingly, taking in the rear view which was almost as good as the front. Oh, she was so beautiful from every angle. When we reached the bedroom she sat down on the end of my bed and gestured for me to sit beside her. “Have you ever used anything when you’re doing it?” she asked briskly, as though comparing notes.

“Um… my fingers, mostly,” I admitted shyly. “I was thinking of getting a toy or something eventually…” I doubt I would have done, to be honest.

Holly grinned. “Well, today’s your lucky day!” She stood up, went over to the drawer and, after a few seconds’ rummaging, produced a small purple tubular object with a button at the flat end. She handed it to me with a matter of fact look on her face, registering my surprise. “You're not the only one who needs to get herself off now and then, you know,” she told me smoothly.

“I guess not,” I laughed, twirling the vibrator in my fingers. “So, you want me to…”

“I want you to lie down on the bed and get yourself off with that while I watch you,” Holly instructed me bluntly. “And I want you to let me see what you think about whenever you masturbate.”

“OK.” Trying not to dwell on the thought of it too long, and be overcome by nerves in the process, I drew my legs up and shuffled backwards onto the mattress until I was propped against the pillows; not in an ideal position, but I was just so desperate to get on with it. Holly grabbed another pillow from her bed and slid it under my ass, giving her a better view at the action. She knelt on the edge of bed, a fascinated spectator.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to be a spectacle, though. Sure, we had both seen each other’s exposed bodies by now, but being curled up naked beside Holly was hardly the same as lying there on show for her, my legs spread apart and my genitals pointed towards her face. I started up the vibe, applied it gingerly to the area around my clit, and tried to relax, but it wasn’t easy. In fact, I thought I was going to get nowhere until I felt Holly’s hands stroking my calves, in an attempt to soothe the tension inside my body.

“You really have a talent for this, Laura,” she said to me softly. “Opening your legs and pleasuring yourself down there. It’s no wonder you do it so often.” I heard her moan above the persistent buzz of the vibrator, and a thrill ran through my body as I realised how turned on she was by what I was doing. I rested my free hand on my breast, feeling my heartbeat increase.

“How often do you do it, Laura?” she teased me brazenly. “How often do you lie there and think about me while you’re fingering your pussy? While you’re making yourself come over and over again?”

“All the time,” I hissed back at her. “All the time.” I quickly licked my fingers and plunged them inside my vagina, working them deep as I began to move the vibe around more forcefully on my clit. I clenched my teeth against my lower lip in a contorted grimace, knowing that I didn’t look too attractive at that moment but determined to get the job done. My body was starting to respond too; I could sense the familiar tingling sensation building within my pelvis, only this time I knew it was going to be more intense than ever. How could it be anything else, with this gorgeous girl kneeling in front of me urging me on?

“I wonder what you want to do to me when you’re masturbating over me,” said Holly, sitting fully on the bed and spreading her thighs so I could get almost as good a look at her crotch as she could at mine. “Do you just want to touch my skin… hold my breasts close to you… squeeze the nipples until I’m begging you to stop…” Every sentence was met with a loud groan from me as I watched her do what she was describing. I could see the excitement beginning to mount in her as she saw she was taking me closer to the edge.

“Or maybe what you wanted all along was to see my pussy up close, right in front of you.” Holly used her fingers to spread her lips apart and expose the delicious pink flesh I’d sampled just minutes ago. “You didn’t just want to taste it. You wanted to bury your face in it until you were covered in my cum… you dirty, deceitful little girl.”

I leant back, her words washing over me, and could already feel something powerful welling up from deep inside me. But it was only when I heard the sound of her fingers slipping inside her, the sticky sound of wet folds being pushed aside, that I was suddenly gripped by the most overwhelming climax I’d ever experienced. Waves of pleasure shot down to my feet through my legs as they reared off the bed, convulsing ferociously. I gripped the sheets with my free hand, the other one still clutching the vibrator between my clenched thighs, and flung my mouth open in an attempt to dispel the dizziness in my mind and the burning in my body. It was certainly enjoyable, but it was almost too intense for me to cope with.

Frantic cries of ecstasy erupted from me as I flailed around helplessly on the bed, losing control of myself completely. After several more muscular spasms I reached my orgasmic peak and then gradually subsided. My breathing returned to normal as I lay curled up on my side, stars flaring over my closed eyes; and the best thing was knowing, even with them shut, that Holly would be there above me when I opened them again. She was smiling proudly when I set sight on her.

“Wow… Laura, you know how to do things right, don’t you?” She lay down beside me, her arm draped across my neck and shoulders. I was still shuddering at regular intervals.

“Oh my God,” I breathed softly, since I couldn’t talk with any more force. “I never knew I could come like that. It felt… it felt like I wasn’t even here. Like I was somewhere else.”

Holly reached down between my legs and induced a wince of pain from me the moment she strayed anywhere near my clit, which was still achingly sensitive. Carefully she skirted round it and instead began to mop up the liquid that had pooled on my thighs and pussy. Holding up her dripping hand close to my face, she observed, “Well, you didn’t mean to get that wet down there, did you?”, and licked some of it off her thumb. “Mmm. Lovely.” Then she pulled stray strands of my hair back. “Now, open wide.”

I didn’t even try to argue. I just opened my mouth and obediently sucked each outstretched finger totally dry, gazing up at her wide-eyed for approval in a childlike way. I’d tasted myself before but never in this quantity, and it was quite strong, almost metallic. I was never going to refuse if she offered it to me like this, however. I licked my lips approvingly when I had finished, and she grinned at me.

We lay side by side together and kissed, seemingly forever; we ran our hands tenderly over each others’ bodies, safe in the knowledge that we had each other now and we weren’t going to be separated any time soon. Holly finally dragged her hands away from my torso long enough to clutch my face, and gave me a briefer kiss. “Thank you so much. It can’t have been easy having a crush on me for so long and not being able to tell me how you felt. And believe me Laura, I’m really, really glad that you did.”

“I would have had to tell you eventually,” I rationalised. “But I never thought anything else would happen. I guess I misjudged you.”

“You certainly did,” said Holly with a naughty smile, and hugged me. “I wonder how everyone’s going to react when they find out, huh?”

The thought hadn’t even occurred to me; I was suddenly dismayed. “Oh no. Oh God, Holly, I couldn’t let anyone find out. I mean, imagine what they’re going to say about us…”

“I don’t care,” she replied calmly. “The clubs, the parties, the guys, all of it. I don’t care. Maybe now some of them will have to start hanging out with me because they like me, not because they want to get into my pants. And boy, I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when they find out that little Laura, the quiet, shy girl in the corner, was the one who turned me into a lesbian.”

Now there was an idea that filled me with pride, verging on glee; and it ensured that I had a big smile on my face as I cuddled up to Holly’s shoulder and fell into the most contented sleep I’d had in months.

wards, things could only get better from there. After that awkward introduction, we simply clicked - it wasn't hard to tell, because not only did we enjoy each other's company when we were both in a good mood, but also when one of us was going through a low point, which tended to happen now and then when you're living so close to each other in a crowded dorm. We shared a good sense of humour, and could also respond to each other's problems and talk seriously when we had to.

She was very attractive, that was obvious to me - and a few of the guys in the dorm as well, of course. She was tall and angular, her blonde hair flowed down to her shoulders, and she certainly wasn't lacking anything in her figure, although to be perfectly honest, that was something that barely occupied my thoughts to begin with. There was a strength and determination in her face, some quality behind those mesmerising green eyes, that captivated me, and I suppose that was where the roots of my infatuation lay. It was something I would have dismissed as absurd if I had been conscious of it for a long time, right up until the moment when it hit me.

I don't want to give the impression that I trailed around star-struck after her, desperately trying to be noticed and appreciated; I had other friends whom I could hang out with from time to time, but I always preferred to be with her if I could, and it's safe to say she was in a different league to me socially. She couldn't help but be the centre of attention at parties, not that she minded, and I always envied her ability to converse and flirt with the men around her while fending off their clumsy advances and making quite clear that at the end of the day, she was in charge. I knew I couldn't be that sort of person, and I accepted that. I can be sociable up to a point, but I'm not the life and soul of the party; some people just aren't.

When the time came to try and find a place off campus, we looked to each other right away, and before long we had found somewhere for just the two of us. I was really excited at the thought of being closer to Holly, which should have told me something, but the move didn't interrupt her social life much. There was a steady stream of friends arriving to meet her and head off somewhere else, and also her regular boyfriend. I felt like my routine was pretty pedestrian in comparison to hers. And yet in those moments we had together, whether we were both relaxing or mutually panicking over assignments and papers, I could feel myself becoming more attracted to her, watching her face intently as she spoke, hanging on her every word. It was a major-league crush, but of course I wouldn't admit that to myself at the time.

Sharing a room with her didn’t make things any easier. If I ever struggled to get to sleep at night, and it happened plenty of times, I ended up lying awake watching her in the bed a few feet away from me. Just watching her breathe gently, her chest rising and falling as her face remained calm and serene. Even then I didn’t really connect my fixation - my obsession - with any overtly sexual thoughts. It wasn’t as simple as that.

But then one morning, when she had gotten up nice and early and I had lounged in bed for as long as possible, I reluctantly hauled myself up and staggered down the hallway to the kitchen in my pyjamas. As I was trudging along, the bathroom door opened and Holly came flying out with only a towel held loosely over her dripping wet body. That certainly woke me up.

"Oh, Laura, sorry! Geez, I… uh…" She clasped the towel tighter around herself, and blushed visibly. I must have looked just as embarrassed, I certainly felt it. It was the surprise more than anything else, because honestly, I couldn’t really see anything.

"Um… I’m just going to have some breakfast," I said wryly, pointing down the hallway. "You’ll be dressed by the time I come back, right?"

"Yeah, yeah," she said hurriedly, shooting me an apologetic smile as she turned to head back to the bedroom. "Sorry." And I stood and watched her walk away, my eyes focused on the damp fronds of her hair and the droplets of water trickling down her legs, and thought to myself: please, don’t be sorry on my account. Outwardly I shrugged it off when I saw her again, and she forgot about it; I didn’t. In fact, for the rest of the day all I could do was fantasise about what was under that towel. I hadn’t realised I could have such a one-track mind.

It was only when Holly was unexpectedly dumped by her boyfriend - and maybe I was biased, but I couldn't figure out for the life of me why any guy would dump her - that the full extent of my feelings for her dawned on me. I was her shoulder to cry on that evening, quite literally, and the longer we were in physical contact the more uncomfortably aware I became of her warmth, the smell of her hair, the curve of her body. Uncomfortable, because I couldn’t do anything except sit there and pretend that I didn’t feel that way. My hands stayed still, hugging her close to me, for what seemed like hours; I don’t know how I managed it. The urge was simply overpowering… and at that moment, I knew.

I was a different person from then on. Holly was lodged permanently in my brain, during my most mundane daily activities and my most, uh, intimate ones too. If I’m in the mood then I can be turned on by quite a few images and scenarios when I’m masturbating, but now they all ended up with me and her together. I didn’t bother to resist those thoughts for very long; instead I embraced them, and my clit thanked me for it afterwards. But no matter how hard I managed to climax, when I came down from that euphoric high the very next thing that hit me was the knowledge that they were just thoughts. Nothing more.

Of course, Holly didn’t sense for a moment that I had crossed the line from being a best friend into something more serious, and I couldn’t blame her for that. I was so afraid of making some clumsy move that would end our friendship for good that if anything I was more distant when I was around her. She must have realised that I was acting strangely, but couldn’t find a reason for it. And so it went on. I don’t think I would ever have had the courage to tell her how I felt, if it hadn’t accidentally been forced out of me instead.

One evening I was struggling to get to sleep in sticky, oppressive heat that seemed to hang around me in the room, despite the best efforts of the air conditioning. I was sprawled on my mattress dressed only in a T-shirt that came down to my thighs, and even that felt like too much in these conditions. It didn’t take long for my mind to settle on a familiar subject, sleeping quite heavily a few feet away from me. After some tossing and turning, I decided that if I couldn’t get off one way, I was going to get off another.

My eyes fixed on Holly’s immobile form, I eased my right hand down between my legs and began to finger myself. I was already caked in sweat down there, very soon I had added some more bodily secretions to the mixture. I could feel my heart beginning to beat faster, blood coursing through me, as I geared up for the exertion I would need. As I shut my eyes, my head was filled with an image of Holly, kneeling in front of me, her arms wrapped tightly around her naked body and her legs pulled up to her chest. Seeming so defensive, but then gradually uncurling herself as I watched… her face breaking into a smile as she revealed herself to me completely. Her hands running over her torso, caressing her breasts, before finally wending their way down to her pussy. She spread her lips open, revealing an expanse of pink, moist flesh, and then beckoned me forward with a single finger. Already, as I shuffled closer and took in the sight before me, I could almost taste her scent on the tip of my tongue…

I gasped suddenly as I pressed too sharply on my achingly sensitive clit, feeling a jolt of energy run through my body. With a nervous glance over at Holly, who had not stirred, I slowly began to massage it, carefully rationing the incredible sensations that I got from it. By now my crotch and my hands were absolutely soaked in my own juices, but I just felt like wallowing in the mess and adding to it a little more. Eventually however, as I really got to work on my pussy with three frantically thrusting fingers, I started to emit groans that were too loud to carry on without waking my roommate up; so I rolled over onto my stomach and buried my face in my hot pillow, trying to muffle my voice as I humped my clenched, oozing fist against the mattress with desperate intensity.

It felt dirty, almost sordid, to be getting these pleasures in such a sneaky, covert way, but it turned me on even more and before long I was ready to erupt. Raising my hips off the bed slightly, I squealed into the pillow as the orgasm ripped through me, then exhaled, softly, at length and slumped down onto the sheets, trying to recover my composure. The heat I had generated in my body only added to the warm climate I was lying in, and it took some time for both body and brain to cool off and for me to finally slip into the sleep that I needed for the next day.

When I woke up the next morning, I glanced over at the other bed and realised that Holly was already up. I wondered briefly whether she could have heard me during the night, but dismissed the suggestion and quickly began to prepare for a busy day ahead. I got dressed and had breakfast with Holly; she greeted me as usual and we chatted quite mindlessly as we always did at this time of day. Nothing seemed at all amiss, and it was only when I went back into the bedroom to collect my bag, and she followed me in to sit on her bed, that she broke the bombshell.

"So, did it feel as good as it sounded last night?" she asked breezily as I packed my things, my back turned to her.

I froze mid-action, knowing instinctively what she meant, but unwilling to expose myself to the embarrassment. "I don't know what you mean."

"Come on Laura, I know what it is you were up to. You put on quite a show for a while." God, was I really that bad at hiding it? I turned back to face her, and she obviously saw in an instant how embarrassed I felt - but she didn't know the half of it. "It's no big deal, it's not like I've never done the same myself." My heart skipped a beat at that.

I sank down onto my bed, trying to avoid eye contact with her. "I... I was trying to be quiet, I didn't mean to keep you awake or anything," I murmured.

"Hey, you don't need to apologise to me! When you're all worked up, there's no sense in holding back for someone else's sake." She paused for a moment, and then asked teasingly, "So, what was it that got you hot under the collar then, Laura? What were you thinking about when you were doing it?"

The inquiry sent a cold wave of fear through me as I sat staring vacantly at the carpet. Oh God Holly, don't ask me that question, please don't ask me, because you really don't want to hear the answer, I thought to myself. "It doesn't matter... I don't really want to talk about it," I said unconvincingly, praying that she would let the whole thing drop. She didn't.

"I'm just curious, that's all. I can keep a secret, you know me - what was it? Or who was it, should I say."

My throat was as dry as sandpaper, my palms sweating, but in the midst of this fear it suddenly occurred to me, with bizarre clarity, that I would never have a better opportunity than this to at least tell her how I felt. "I..." With a faint sense of unreality, as though my mind was divorced from my body, I looked up, met Holly's enquiring gaze, and told her frankly, "I was thinking about how much I wanted to put my mouth in your pussy."

That certainly stopped her from asking any more questions. She froze, the movement in her eyes minimal as she stared back at me in disbelief. Before she had the chance to offer any sort of reply, I stood up, slung my bag over my shoulder and walked out of the room. I somehow sensed her turning in my direction as I left, perhaps thinking of calling me back, but I heard no sound as I walked calmly out of the apartment door and made my way downstairs to the exterior of the building. And it was there that I stopped, collapsed against the wall and began to wonder what the hell I had just done.

I couldn't go in there again and face her, but equally I didn't feel like going blithely to my classes as if nothing important had happened. So I just started walking aimlessly around the town streets, my brain churning with the terrible consequences of my actions. I had just wrecked a wonderful friendship, destroyed it forever most likely, and on a more practical level, there was the definite possibility that I would have to find somewhere else to live if Holly didn't entirely fancy sharing a place with someone who had the hots for her.

The thing I kept kicking myself mentally for was what I had actually said. “I want to put my mouth in your pussy.” Huh? Not I love you, not I’m crazy about you, not I’ve been thinking about you for so long… nope, “I want to put my mouth in your pussy.” How romantic. But really, it seemed like the only appropriate response. She hadn’t asked me how I felt about her. She knew exactly what I had been doing the night before; and so therefore, she wanted to know exactly what I was thinking about when I had my fingers jammed between my legs frantically pleasuring myself. And I had told her the truth. It was a spur of the moment thing, and on reflection I don't think it was anatomically correct.... but damn it, it was how I felt.

I had my cellphone with me, and made a conscious decision to keep it switched on; Holly and I normally called each other a couple of times a day, and I think I was hoping that she would make the first step to try and resolve the situation without me having to do it instead. It didn't ring once all day.

The town was actually quite a nice place to spend an afternoon wandering around, but eventually I realised that I would have to go back to the apartment at some stage. A decent meal beforehand probably made me feel better, even though I was still dreading the prospect of seeing Holly again. It was with hesitance that I arrived back at the building in the early evening and found my way to the apartment. The door was unlocked, and as I carefully slipped inside, I looked around furtively in the hope that she wasn't there and I could sneak back to my room unnoticed. Like most of my assumptions that day, I was wrong.

She had obviously heard the door open, and her demeanour as she came out of the kitchen into the living room was of someone perplexed and confused, who wanted answers. "Laura, wait," she said to me as I headed towards the bedroom.

"There's nothing I can say to you," I replied dismissively, which was an incredibly dumb thing to declare in the circumstances. I wasn't thinking clearly at all.

"Well, there's something I can say to you," she added in a softer voice. "Please…"

"There isn't much point, is there, if I have to move out soon."

"What? What gave you that idea? Look, just sit down with me. Please!" I gazed at her properly for the first time since that morning, and saw the imploring look in her eyes. Reluctantly, my skin crawling with the awkwardness of it all, I sat down at one end of the nearby couch. She perched at the far end, still clearly at a loss for words. When you've recently told someone that you want to eat them out, it's understandably difficult to strike up a normal conversation afterwards.

"What you told me this morning," she eventually began nervously, "that wasn't... you were being serious, right? It wasn't a joke?" She caught my expression and immediately said, "Nope, nope, of course not. Stupid question." Another long pause. "Look, Laura... maybe... maybe we've just gotten a little too close in the last few months, you know? It's not surprising, with us living together, that you'd start to be attracted to me... God, that sounds arrogant."

I could see her trying to rationalise it in her mind, to make sense of it all, but she clearly wasn't ready to accept the idea that I was in love with her - and I wasn't exactly ready to tell her that either, so we weren't really getting anywhere. "I mean, I… I never knew that you were…"

"Neither did I," I said flatly. "I still don’t know whether I am or not. It’s not as simple as that. The only thing I’m certain about…" I looked up at her, and choked on my words.

"How long have you felt like this?" she asked quietly, apparently accepting at least that I was attracted to her.

"I don't know for sure, it just... developed, I guess. That's the way these things happen, isn't it? But I mean, if you want a date, then I suppose it was when you broke up with Steve and you were upset about it that evening. When I was sitting there on the couch holding you… I can’t tell you what I wanted to do to you at that moment."

Holly sat there and took all this in, staring into the middle distance as she absorbed this new information.

"I’m just afraid of spoiling what we have," she eventually said nervously. "I mean, we’ve had such a great time together as friends, I feel like I can tell you anything, and you can tell me anything… and damnit, I should be able to cope with this. It‘s my fault."

I was starting to dissolve into tears. "No, it’s not. You didn’t do anything except be there. I’m the one who burdened you with this, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry." By now I was staring down numbly at the floor in front of me. "I ruined everything just for the sake of some stupid dream…"

My verbal flow was suddenly halted as I felt a hand gently clasp my chin and turn my head to the left. I was abruptly silenced as Holly leant forward and planted a long, lingering, wet kiss squarely on my lips. I was in heaven as I felt her warm tongue touch mine and her fingers run through my light brown, curly hair, even as the air in my lungs ran out and I found myself fighting for breath. When we finally parted, she was breathing just as heavily as me, and in her eyes I could see reflected all the desire that I had carried for her for so long.

"You don't have to dream any more," she breathed softly, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine.