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  For a brief second, I felt bereft as his hands left me. But then I felt better knowing that I was being straight as an arrow…

  But…

  If I was free to do this or have this done to me…?

  Gwen grabbed my hand gently. “Andrea, touch his bulge.”

  “I can’t!” Instinct took over. Decades of ingrained sex-is-bad feelings.

  “It’s just his jeans.” She led my hand with a little bit of force and placed my hesitating, trembling digits on the bulge of his pants.

  It’s just his jeans! I told myself.

  Then my friend rubbed my hand on his bulge.

  I whispered, “Okay… It’s okay, I…” I rubbed without her help to show her I could do it.

  She bit my shoulder in approval.

  I yelped, but the press of her teeth had been light. Tingles flooded me. I realized I was groping this man’s crotch and my pussy became wet. Heat flared down there and I began panting.

  Gwen leaned across me and said to him, “Take off your shirt.”

  His shirt? What? But there wasn’t anything sexual about a man’s chest per se…

  Branden removed his shirt, smiling contentedly.

  Gwen took my hand away from his crotch and I almost resisted her for a second. Massaging his jeans hadn’t been so bad, had it? But then she placed my hand on his hairy chest and made me rub it. She whispered, “Run your fingers over that.”

  I flushed with embarrassment, but did what she asked. The tickly feel of his soft chest hair sliding along the insides of my fingers was as comforting as when I had done the same with my husband.

  This wasn’t new territory or forbidden, really. It was familiar and… okay. I ran my hand over his chest eagerly.

  Gwen’s hand dropped away and pulled back along my breast. She gently gripped it and squeezed.

  I had been a little dizzy before, but I was definitely spinning now. I might have rightfully protested getting groped by Branden, but it was my closest friend and I… couldn’t find anything wrong with it.

  Gwen said, “Branden…”

  “Hmm?”

  “Take off your pants.”

  I stiffened. “No, maybe he shouldn’t. I mean—”

  Gwen sniffed and sighed. “Kiss her and make her shut up.”

  I couldn’t stop Branden. I tensed and seized up but his mouth pressed to mine and I resisted for not more than a second. I opened my mouth to protest but his tongue forced its way in.

  I was getting kissed.

  It felt wrong, but was it wrong? Kissing wasn’t sex. It wasn’t intercourse. Maybe Tommy would be mad, but it… lacked… the force and weight of sin and guilt.

  I kissed him back, melting into passivity again.

  Gwen’s hand moved down and slid between my thighs.

  I moaned with delirium as the heat increased and became more insistent. My world was wrapped in the kiss between me and Branden. Our tongues danced and moved with each other. I felt as if I was being held up by the magnetism of our tongues and lips. If he had stopped, I might have fallen from whatever height I was at in my mind.

  And Gwen’s fingers moved with a wave-like rhythm, caressing my pussy and causing corresponding undulations of heat and pleasure rolling through me.

  It was Gwen; it was okay.

  Branden’s hand came up under my sweater and moved over my bra. His gentle kneading motions sent shivers all the way down to my pussy.

  Gwen said, “Stop that. Get your jeans off.”

  I started to protest, called back from the brink of blissful oblivion. “N-no… maybe…”

  “Shh, Andrea. I want to… you know… Give him some licks.”

  I collapsed in a trembling heap. “Oh, okay. Of course.” I watched him slide off his jeans and underwear. His dick popped up and twitched, already mostly hard. It waved freely until he settled back.

  My friend coaxed him. “Go back to kissing her.”

  His grin and sparkling eyes reminded me so much of Gwen that I let him. Our mouths met again in a hot kiss that sent me flying out of my body.

  Gwen left my side.

  He moaned in my mouth.

  I heard wet sounds.

  Fire erupted in my pussy and my ache coiled into tightness.

  It was so… very sexy to be kissing this man while he was getting sucked. I had never felt the like before. It was a union of three that melded and matched with beauty and cohesion.

  Gwen gripped my hand.

  I broke the kiss.

  Branden panted happily.

  She pulled my hand and I pulled back. She pulled harder and placed my fingers around his shaft. She said, “Hold him up for my mouth.”

  I was too shocked at the cascade of sensation that jolted the center of my being. I was touching him and it burned in my hands – not with hell fire, but in a very good way. I held him and remembered that she had said something. “What?”

  She sniffed and shook her head. She said nothing, just placed her lips over his cock again.

  I couldn’t help myself and my curiosity. I began moving my hand and stroked his thick flesh up and down with little movements. I’m just helping Gwen, that’s all. I moved my hand up and down his shaft with much more confidence.

  At once, the feeling of liberty within me spread its wings and soared. I felt giddy enough to giggle. This was all… amazingly easy and simple.

  Branden reached down and began rubbing my slacks again.

  I swear, I felt like I was going to fly apart.

  And then Gwen ruined it.

  CHAPTER 7

  My friend grated, “Stop that.”

  Branden sighed in exasperation. “Fine.”

  “Andrea, come down here.”

  “Huh?”

  “Branden, stand up.” She motioned with her hands to hurry. She repeated to me, “Come down here.”

  “What…?” I slowly got down with her on the floor.

  She grabbed me and maneuvered all three of us together, him standing over us. “I need your help, Andrea.”

  “Well, sure… uh…”

  She put her arm around my shoulder and then leaned forward to suck Branden’s erection into her mouth. She moved her head back and forth rapidly and then pulled off. “Oh yes, he tastes yummy.” Then she pulled me abruptly into a kiss.

  I didn’t resist at first until I realized that I was also sort of tasting him. I yelped in the kiss.

  Gwen broke it and giggled at me. “Um, can you sit very still?”

  I swallowed hard. I didn’t know what game she was planning. “Uh, sure.”

  She motioned and pulled Branden closer and closer until his dick was waving in my face. She warned me, “Don’t move unless you want it touching you.”

  I reassured her with an alarmed promise. “I won’t.”

  “Good.” She proceeded to jack him while it was pointing at my face.

  I cringed. “Are you trying to make him squirt on me?”

  She laughed in a fit of hilarity. “Oh, no, no, don’t be afraid. No, that wasn’t what I was doing.” She angled him away and sucked his cock into her mouth for three long sucks. She pulled off and turned my head to her, kissing me.

  I had never been kissed by a woman before tonight and the experience was electric. It was safe. It was okay. Kissing Gwen was… fun. Heat spiraled up my body and my pussy pulsed with flame.

  She broke the kiss and asked, “Doesn’t he taste good?”

  “Huh? Oh…” I realized that of course I must be tasting him. “I guess so…” I felt embarrassed to admit it, but I wasn’t feeling ugly or stained kissing her.

  She said, “Don’t move, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “Promise?”

  I laughed. “I won’t move.”

  “Okay.” She sucked him again, then pulled off and pulled on him. “Don’t move or this will get awkward.”

  “Okay, okay.”

  “Sit still.” She pulled until his cock was so close to my face that I pulled back.

/>   “No, don’t move!” She pulled my head back. His cock was angled up and I was looking at it cross-eyed. Slowly, she began lowering it. She whispered, “Don’t move, don’t move!”

  Gradually, the heat of his proximity increased. I could feel it on my nose. Then I felt a hot bit of wetness on a small part of my upper lip.

  She smiled brightly. “Perfect. Now lick that off. Taste him for yourself.”

  Surprised by what she had done and the touch of wetness on my upper lip, I automatically licked before I could stop myself. His butter-like flavor coated my tongue.

  She murmured, “That is so beautiful.”

  Branden sighed with frustration.

  Gwen giggled and began sucking him again, still holding onto my neck. Then she pulled off and pulled my head. “Just a little more…”

  I felt the head of his cock brush my lower lip leaving a tiny smear of juice on it. I flicked my tongue out automatically and not only got the smear, but the tip of his dick. Spirals of heat twisted tightly in me and caused me to squirm.

  Gwen breathed in wonder, “Oh, that’s perfect. Gimme your hand.”

  I placed it in hers.

  She placed it around his shaft beneath her other hand. She gave him another suck while coaxing my hand to stroke.

  I did.

  She removed her hand and placed it back around my shoulders.

  I was really enjoying the feel of his hot erection in my grip. Especially when it throbbed in her mouth.

  It felt so very nasty.

  And not the least bit sinful.

  She pulled away and turned to me for a kiss. But she didn’t kiss me this time. I was ready with my mouth open. Instead, she pulled him towards me, waving it near my lips. I went still for her. His cock touched my lips, brushing over them firmly, leaving a wet trail.

  I opened my mouth.

  She lifted her hand from my shoulders to the back of my head and pushed. My mouth went over the head of his cock and I opened instinctually to keep from biting him. In an instant, the thick round helmet of his cock was in my mouth and on my tongue.

  I licked.

  Gwen breathed hotly in tune with my heat, “Suck him, Andrea.”

  I did. Gladly. I moved my mouth along his erection as far as I could. And then back. And then back and forth. When Gwen’s hand dipped down and began massaging between my thighs, I went crazy with lust. I sucked him like I had never before sucked my husband.

  I devoured Branden’s cock and I loved it.

  There was no bolt from heaven striking me down and there was no stain of guilt seeping through my soul.

  Only joy.

  I sucked him fast and hard.

  Gwen asked silkily, “Is she doing good Branden?”

  “Oh fuck yeah…” His hand caressed my head and sent shivers down to where Gwen stroked my pussy through my slacks.

  She said, “You like her?”

  “Yeah, I have a thing anyway for long-haired brunettes.”

  Gwen slapped his thigh and giggled.

  I had long, straight brunette hair and topped it with bangs. Sometimes I thought the bangs were stupid, but Tommy loved them.

  What is my husband doing right now? Could he possibly imagine me doing this?

  I wanted to laugh with relief and freedom. In one day, I had accepted a lunch date with persistent Dan at work and gone with Gwen to a man’s apartment and sucked him. I felt like I was floating on top of the world.

  Gwen stroked the base of his shaft that I couldn’t get into my mouth. “Suck harder, Andrea. Let’s have Branden give you something so you can go home and kiss your husband.”

  I moaned in a rush of sexual delirium.

  Branden grunted and growled. His cock swelled in my mouth and the first spurt took me by surprise. It hit the back of my throat in a hot stream and caused me to gag. I swallowed madly to keep it from going down the wrong way.

  Gwen milked his cock into my mouth and I thought I was going to cum right there, but I didn’t.

  Branden puffed with relief above me and blew out a long breath. “Whoa, yeah. I’m gonna want a lot more of that.” His hand stroked my head and I knew he was talking to me.

  A feeling like victory welled up inside, pushing upwards into the light.

  I couldn’t say no when he asked to trade phones to input contacts.

  Then I went home.

  The first thing I did was kiss my husband.

  CHAPTER 8

  “Wow, what’s gotten into you?” Tommy mused at me with a smile.

  I tore at his clothing. “Let’s get these off of you.”

  “What? Now?” He resisted.

  “I want to suck your cock.”

  His eyes went wide and he coughed.

  We didn’t normally talk like this.

  He allowed me to get his cock out and I devoured it into my mouth. He was smaller than Branden, but not a lot smaller. He was familiar and safe and…

  And I was fueled by an old friend: guilt.

  When had that assaulted me?

  I was flying high a few minutes ago while I was driving home.

  At the door. Yes.

  Key in my hand, something had bothered me. Seeing my husband sitting in the easy chair had driven home that I had done something not exactly right. While it might and maybe and possibly not been sin, something about it all still felt wrong and I knew it as soon as I tried to get his clothes off: it was that I wasn’t going to tell him.

  That was a violation of trust.

  Guilt had reason to stand and accuse me.

  Guilt had every right.

  He panted as I tried to suck away my guilt, “Why this now? I mean, it’s nice, but…”

  I came up for air. “I don’t know,” I lied, “I guess Gwen’s playfulness is rubbing off on me.”

  He laughed jovially. “Well, I really like this… You should spend more time with her.”

  And I knew I was going to, if not for the reason my husband thought. Images of Branden’s cock in my face and the lingering sensation of his erection in my mouth drove my head back down. I sucked my husband down, slurping away to try covering over my guilt.

  Having a secret from my husband was not good. I sucked harder.

  “What did you guys do tonight, anyway?”

  I stopped sucking and just stroked him. I decided to give him some truth to see how he took it. “She arranged a little get-together with some guy she knows. We had drinks at his place.”

  Tommy frowned and his eyebrows drew down. “Drinks at his place?”

  “Rum and coke. I had one. So did she.”

  He grunted and pursed his lips to the side. “Did anything happen?”

  “I…” I looked away.

  “Tell me.”

  “I got kissed.”

  “By the guy?” He stiffened and partially lifted himself straighter.

  “Yes, and also Gwen.”

  He jerked backwards in surprise. “Gwen?” His forehead crinkled, then cleared, and crinkled again. Then he laughed. “Gwen?”

  “Yes.”

  He looked at me askance. “Is she one of those… dykes?”

  I coughed. “She’s married—”

  “To Chris Redenbaugh, I know.”

  “No, I don’t think she’s a lesbian.”

  He chuckled. “Can’t complain about a girlie kiss I guess.”

  “And the guy?” I stroked him faster.

  He frowned again. “Who kissed who?”

  “Gwen kissed me first, and then the guy kissed me to shut me up from protesting…” About him taking off his pants. But I wasn’t going to admit that much.

  Tommy chuckled briefly, then frowned. “I ought to thank him for the idea, but if you need me to kick his ass—”

  “No, I don’t think that’s necessary. Take me to bed.”

  “Now?”

  “Now.”

  His lips relaxed into a sexy smile. “I think I like this. Maybe you should get kissed more.”

  I almost gasped at th
e swell that rose inside me. “You’re not mad?”

  “Well, I don’t like some guy forcing himself on you. But if this is any indication of a change in you, I like it.”

  I led him to the bedroom and stripped in a rush. “I don’t know if it was the kiss or whatever…”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Remember you said I shouldn’t be so uptight?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Well, I let Dan take me to lunch today.”

  His eyes got large. “Whoa, you?”

  “Yes me. I essentially let him take me on a date.”

  “Was it candlelit?”

  I couldn’t read his mood. I didn’t know if he was about to blow up or start laughing at me. “Delano’s Subs and he talked endlessly about his Star Trek collection.”

  “You sound like you didn’t have fun.”

  “Well, no. But I guess it was nice being taken out for lunch and having someone pay for it.”

  He chuckled, erect, and waited for me by the bed.

  I pushed him down and climbed over him, trembling with all the pent up need from earlier. I gripped his dick and put it where it was needed, then sat down forcefully. His thickness speared me and parted those aching passages that needed to be filled. I growled with effort and ground myself down on him, releasing all the anxiety I had held inside.

  He gripped my hips and marveled at me.

  I rode him ferociously, my body shaking so hard with lust that my teeth almost chattered.

  His eyes continued to sparkle. “I really like this.”

  “Yeah?” The tension in me was coiled tight.

  “You need to let Dan take you to lunch more often.”

  “Maybe it was being with Gwen and Branden for drinks.”

  “Then keep doing it.”

  I slowed. “Are you sure?” It was as much as I was willing to admit, reveal, and inform. I wanted him to accept it all, even ignorant of all the details. Ignorant of me sucking Branden dry and then kissing my husband’s mouth a few minutes ago.

  He breathed, “Definitely.”

  I came. And came. And wailed my anxiety until it was drained from me – the waves of release a pulsing memory inside me.

  My husband was supremely happy.

  I was not.

  CHAPTER 9

  I clapped and sang along with Gwen to the finale of I Want to Know.