Girls’ Weekend [FFF] [Les] [mast, wet] [HTM, public] Ch. 12-13

#~Chapter Twelve~
##Act Too

Tammy asks me if I’m sure that I want her with me. She tells me that I don’t have to rush it, and that there’ll be plenty of time for the two of us to be together later. She says she doesn’t want to make me nervous, and that she understands that this exploration is something that should be done in private. “Believe it or not, it took a long time for me to feel comfortable enough to allow Amanda in the room when I masturbated, and especially in this way. I don’t expect you to want company after only one morning. So there’s no need to invite me in before you’re ready. If you need a little more time to play by yourself, that’s fine. In fact, I think it might be better.” I’m not really sure what I want, but I know that the sex we had made me feel so close to her, that her presence was now comforting to me. I thought that maybe if she were here, I could feel more than I could if I were alone. That I’m even thinking this way gets my heart racing, as it’s out of character, but my desire for her is too strong to resist. But then a though occurs to me, “Do you think Amanda would mind?” She smiles at me, “No, sweetie, of course not! She’s in favour of anything that I can do to corrupt you”. I realize that I’ve been okay with the corruption so far, and realize that I think I will do just about anything she asks me to. I’m hooked. I tell her as much, and she agrees.

She’s wearing a tank top and sweatpants, which she doesn’t bother to take off as she slides into bed next to me. “Sit up, Steph… we need to lubricate”. She passes me a bottle of water, and I sit up beside her. We sip our waters, and sit there in silence initially. The warmth of another body is nice, and I lean over and hug her. She smiles. I kiss her. “Tammy, that was so weird. I don’t know what was stranger… the feeling, or just knowing that I did it on purpose.” She smiles, “I felt the same way when I was first trying to get comfortable with my body in this way. Now that I look back, for me, it was knowing that I did it on purpose. The feeling of the release and the warmth was amazing, but I was too embarrassed to enjoy it. After Mandy and I became friends, and I found out that she did it too, I didn’t feel so alone and embarrassed, which made it even more pleasurable. Once I told myself that it was okay to enjoy it, it took the pleasure to another level. And that’s where we want you to be.” She kisses me, brushes my hair away from my face. Her hands reach around and grab my waist. She grabs the empty water bottle from my hand, and puts it on the side of the bed.

“Let’s get started”, she breathes, and kisses me on the neck. She kisses me softly at first, then more eagerly, and starts licking my neck. “Mmm… you smell so good, Steph. Like you’ve just come.” That’s accurate, I guess. “Have you ever undressed another girl before?” I actually hadn’t. They had done all the undressing so far. I shake my head. “So why don’t you start by undressing me.” She straddles me, and her hands drop to her side. I’m a bit nervous, so I lean in and kiss her. She breaks the kiss. “Take off my top” she says, as she lifts her hands over her head. I oblige, and my hands shake as I grab her top by the waist, and pull it up over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. “Touch me, Steph.” I run my hands over her chest, and she sighs with my touch. I feel her breath, and lay my hands tentatively on her breasts. She breathes in deeply, looks at me, and smiles. I’m shaking a little less now. She rolls off me and lies down. “Now take off my pants.” She spreads her legs, and allows me to kneel between them. She looks down and gestures for me to take them off. I reach down and tug at her track pants, and pull them down. I start to pull down her panties as well. “Not so fast, Steph. Panties stay on for a while.” I should have known this, and I give her a knowing smile as I slide her pants down her thighs, to her ankles, and off. I see that she’s also wearing white panties. “We match”, I say. “Yup. Can’t wear expensive panties when we’re doing this.” I giggle, and before I can say more, she grabs my waist, flips me over, and straddles me. We’re both wearing only underwear. She lies next to me, reaches over and gets another pad, which she slides under herself. “Okay, Steph. Let’s get started.”

I slide my right hand into my panties, and start to touch myself. I’m already soaking wet. I close my eyes, and take in the feelings and the sound of Tammy touching herself next to me. I hear her start to moan, and this gets me wetter than I usually would be. I feel Tammy’s hand on my stomach, just inches from my waistband. She slides her fingers into my waistband, just above my triangle, not low enough to touch me where I need to be touched. I gasp, and continue my ministrations, and the feeling of her hand on me makes it better. I put my hand on her belly. Her hand is also in her panties, and I feel her stomach move as she breathes and writhes. I lick my lips, and feel myself start to buck a little. She makes her hand into what feels like a “v”, spread wide enough not to interfere with my own touch. I moan louder and faster, and buck harder. “Oh God, I’m going to come!” I moan. And with that, she grabs my hand. “Not yet,” she breathes. “I want to be there.” I’m confused. She slides down the bed, and spreads my legs. Her face nestles between my thighs, and she looks up at me. “Now keep going Steph. I want to be here when you come.” I keep touching myself, and soon, I’m going to come again. I can’t stop it, and I come, my thighs closing against her head. “That’s it, baby. Come.” I do, and when I’m done, I look down. She kisses the crotch of my panties, and grabs my finger and licks it off. “Mmm… you taste fantastic. Now just lie back, Steph. I’m going to do something different. I’m going to come on your face.”

She slides up me, and straddles my face. The crotch of her panties is positioned above my mouth and nose, and I breathe in her scent. When my nose touches her crotch, I feel her panties are wet. She slides a hand into her panties, and does what makes her wet. I can smell her arousal intensifying, and I want to taste her. As if she could read my mind—because I certainly couldn’t voice it—“Lick me, Steph.” I lick her panties. She keeps going. I’m shaking like a leaf, because this is so erotic. She’s going to come, and she’s going to come on my tongue. “Oh God, Steph. I’m going to come, baby. Taste me, Steph.” I bury my mouth and nose in her panties. Her moans are so sexy. And she comes. She moans hard, she starts to shake, and soon, she is coming. Her scent is incredible, and her panties are wet and hot. I inhale, and lick. Lick and inhale. It’s all I can do. I hear her cries. She slides down me after she’s finished, and I still taste her on my lips.

She lies beside me, and just looks at me. “Was that good for you, Steph?” I nod, and run a hand through her hair. “It was fantastic. I—I loved it. You came on me.” As I say it, I know it’s silly, but I can’t think of anything else. “It was so sexy for me, baby. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Are you still okay for us to let go together? If not, I can leave you alone.” I tell her that it’s fine. “Okay. Let’s do it together.” She holds my hand and lies next to me. I’m warm, and wet, and know I’m going to get wetter. Again, she puts her hand on my stomach, and rubs in circles. It makes me want to pee, but I can’t. I breathe nervously, and can’t believe what I’m going to do. “That’s it, baby. Just relax. It’s okay. We’re going to do this together. Nothing to be embarrassed about.” Her hand rubbing my stomach does the trick, and I feel myself release, and warm and wet below. I let out a nervous laugh. “Good girl, Steph. Don’t worry. I’m doing it too.” She coaxes me through, and, just as it was when I did it on my own, it gets easier. Soon, I’m lying in a small puddle of warmth. I’m shaking, and I still can’t believe that this feels arousing to me. Tammy slides on top of me, and straddles my thigh. Soon, I feel warmth and wetness on my thigh. It’s Tammy. She’s releasing on me. She leans in and kisses me as she does it, and I lap her up. It’s so incredible to share this with her. Feeling her release allows me to release, and we do it together. And it’s so warm, and so wet, that I enjoy it. It’s so intimate. She grinds against me, now, with the right amount of pressure to take me towards orgasm. And soon, I come.

When she’s done, she climbs off me, and I hear the squishing of the wet pads underneath me. Since she peed on me, I’m more soaked than I thought. She slides off me, and kisses me. “Mandy!”, she calls. “Can you come clean us up, hon?” I’m spinning. I can’t believe what’s just happened. It’s almost too much. Never had this been one of my fantasies, but it’s now part of my experience. It felt great, yet I still feel embarrassed. But this journey is so strange, and the range of emotions I’ve felt over the last day has been so wide, that I take it as part of the process. I lie there, in silence, waiting for what is to come.

#~Chapter Thirteen~
##An Afternoon Surprise

I look over at Tammy and smile in flushed, post-orgasm bliss. I’m still warm and tingling a little bit. I hear the door open, and it’s Amanda. “Did you girls have fun?” she asks. Tammy responds, and assures her that we did. “Now let’s get you cleaned up and ready for the rest of the afternoon. Let’s get you out of these wet undies.” She comes over to the bed, and slides my underwear down. “Wow, sweetie, you’re really wet! I bet that was this one’s fault” she says, shooting Tammy a playful glance. “Guilty”, she confesses. “I couldn’t help it… she got me so excited, I lost control.” “Looks like you both did.” I agree. These girls are making me lose it. Amanda runs a warm washcloth down my stomach, thighs, and between my legs. “Hmm… Steph, why don’t you have a shower. She takes my hand, and pulls me up from the bed. We walk towards the bathroom, and she tells me “There’s a towel and bathrobe in the bathroom, so just go ahead. We’ll pick out a nice outfit for you to wear for when you’re finished.”

I close the door, and start the shower. I make it nice and hot, and climb in. It’s relaxing, and after feeling so sexy and dirty earlier, it’s nice to feel clean. When I’m done, I put on the robe, and walk back to the bedroom. On the bed is a black bikini, bra, and a tank top, and a really short skirt. I dress, and am a little embarrassed at how short the skirt is. It barely covers my ass. “You look hot, Steph!” I hear Amanda say. Just hot enough for our plan this afternoon. I ask what their plans are. “Well, you know you’re going to spending the night again, but before we have our date tonight, we’re going to have some fun this afternoon. But before we go, I need to add one thing to your wardrobe. This.” She’s holding the butt plug. I look at her in disbelief. “What do you mean?” I ask. “Bend over, sweetie. You’re going to wear this on our afternoon trip.” She takes me over to the bed and bends me over. My skirt rides up, and she hikes it up further. She kneels, pulls down my panties, and starts licking me. “We need to get you wet enough to put this in.” She keeps licking me, around my anus, making me wet. I moan. Her fingers slide around to the front, and start to massage my triangle, which makes me wet. “One orgasm should help this.” She keeps licking me, and her fingers are starting to glide easily, as I get wet. My breathing gets faster. She moves to my clit, and I’m amazed at how quick these girls have found out how to make me come. She finds the rhythm, and then intensifies her rubbing of my clit. Soon, I’ve come. I collapse forward on to the bed, and she slides a finger inside my rear, and I gasp. “Is that okay, sweetie?” I moan yes. It feels good. “When you’ve come, it’s easier.” I feel more wetness, and I assume she’s using lube now. Then I feel the plug slide in. It’s awkward at first, and I want it out. But then the feeling disappears, and I just feel full. She slides it in further, and it feels better. “Okay… sweetie, it’s in.” She pulls up my panties, and pulls me to my feet.
“Good. Let’s go.”

It feels strange to walk. I’m a bit tentative. “It’s okay… it won’t fall out.” Tammy joins us now, ready to go. They each take one of my arms, and we walk out together. “Nothing fancy for now. We just want you to sit on the subway. It’s nice and bumpy, and it’ll be fun for you, which will, in turn, be fun for us. When we reach the end of our ride, we have another surprise for you, but if when we get there, you’re not cool with it, just tells us and we’ll come right back. Totally cool either way, we just thought this might be fun for you, given how we met you.” We buy our ticket and wait for the train.

We sit together, one on each side, and the train starts to move. The vibrations feel strange and surprisingly nice. I smile nervously as I get used to the sensations. Tammy takes her jacket off and puts it on my lap. Under the jacket, she slides her hand down my skirt and rests it on my triangle. I look over at her. “Don’t worry… in this city, no one’s watching us!” It’s probably true. She moves her fingers slightly, and with the pressure from the plug, I’m starting to sweat. I can’t really say much… these feelings are overwhelming me. The vibrations from the train keep changing the angle of the plug, and with each bump, I find new pleasure. “Now the challenge… keep a straight face.” She starts touching my button, massaging it perfectly. I’m sweating now, and try my best to stifle my moans. I rock forward, and as I do this, I feel another hand slide down the back of my skirt. Tammy’s fingers stop. And all I feel are the two hands and the plug. I feel full, and caressed at the same time, and I don’t know what to think. Each time the train stops, Tammy massages my clit. When it starts, she stops. This keeps me on the edge for a long time. I’m not sure how many stops it takes, but at some point, Amanda leans in and says to me “Okay, sweetie, we’re coming to our stop. And this means you’re going to come soon, too.”

With that, they start rubbing me. Tammy on my clit, Amanda just stroking my ass. I’m rocking back and forth, trying to stay composed. It’s not easy. I feel myself tense, and I’m going to come. I have no idea how I’m going to stifle this, and I try and bite my lip and keep my face down. And then, I’m coming. My legs shake, I bite my lip hard, my body jerks. I want so badly to scream, but I can’t. “We’re here.” says Tammy.

I can barely move, but our stop is apparently here, so they help me up and we walk outside of the station. It’s not easy for me, given my current state. “So here’s our surprise. So you’ve had a lot of us over the past day or so, but when you came to that club, you probably wanted to pick up a guy. We got in the way of that, and we feel a bit guilty. So we thought we’d make it up to you. If you’re in the mood, we have a yummy friend who we think would dig you, and from experience, can tell you that he does a body good. From what we were talking about over breakfast, he seems like your type. He’s safe and clean, so if you think he’s hot—you don’t need to worry.” This takes me aback. I do like men, but didn’t think that’s what I might get out of this weekend. But how do I know I’ll like him? Let alone want to sleep with him? I’ve had one-night stands before, but usually I’m the one to pick. Luckily I had been taking the pill, and if they assure me he’s safe—I’ll trust them. There’s just the small issue of the plug. “Don’t worry—he’ll take it out for you and may replace it with something better”, Amada giggles. “He knows us well, and he’s more than familiar with what Tammy and I do with each other, so this wouldn’t be the first time. So do you think you’re into this?” I have to admit to myself that the thought of having sex with a stranger, with safety nets does sound alluring. “Will you guys… um… be there? I mean, not like there in the room with me, but at least within screaming distance?” “Of course, sweetie, we won’t leave you alone. In fact, we just might watch!”

We ring the doorbell, and a man answers the door. Tammy was right. He’s certainly someone that I might give a second, or even third, look to. And he invites us in. His name is Kevin, and if I saw him at a bar, I’d more than consider wanting to do him. He’s got great eyes, and when he turns around, a great ass. Which reminds me of what I have in mine. How does one meet someone for the first time in this state? I guess I’ll just have to trust them that he’s seen this before. I make a mental note that I have indeed crossed lines I had never thought existed. We sit on his couch, he gets us some drinks, and we all chat for a while. It’s a bit awkward at first, but because they know him well, and he seems to know why we’re here, we don’t make awkward conversation for long. He reaches over, and runs his hand through my hair, and I know that the day is about to take an unexpected turn.

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