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by SmoovB

Erika Blossoms: Part 1 Here

CHAPTER FOUR – Sunday Morning

Jana and I had slept in the same bed dozens of times, but I had never awoken to her mouth sucking on my left nipple.

I looked up and it was like a dream. She was on all fours over me, her breasts on my tummy. Her warm, smooth thigh was pressed tight against my pussy. Her soft hand was caressing my right breast. Her blonde hair draped across my neck.

My body, it seems, had been awake for some time. It was already ready.

I turned my head toward the window. The sky was just beginning to lighten up on the eastern horizon. I remembered that it was just after dark when I climbed into bed. I had slept a long time.

We had always been comfortable with cuddling and being naked around each other and things like that. We had even petted a little one drunken night during our Freshmen year at college.

But this was new. I decided immediately that I liked it.

Her kissing and sucking my nipples had them both fully erect. She would go from one to the other, sucking, nibbling, licking, kissing… The feeling was especially nice from her full lips and without a scratchy beard, and there were other subtle differences as well. She just knew how to do it, like she was responding to the way that my body was responding to her.

Her thigh against my pussy was firm and steady, moving ever so slowly against me.

“Good morning.” I said.

She looked up at my face, “Good morning to you too. I wondered how far I could go before I woke you up. I was hoping for farther.”

She pushed up to her knees. Her big, beautiful breasts naked in the half-light.

She lay down beside me. Her hand on my tummy, her leg draped across my thigh.

“You slept hard.”

“It’s been a weird couple of days.” I replied as I stretched my arms above my head.

“How so?” she asked, as she lightly brushed my nipples with her fingertips.

“Well, let’s see… I find out my boyfriend has a pantyhose fetish – and evidently, so do I – and he has a submissive streak. My best friend called me an emotional cripple for not throwing myself at a black man – a total stranger – who, evidently, would have thrown me to the floor and fucked me silly if I had only said ‘boo’ to him. And then, my best friend gave me the best kiss I have ever had in my life, and I really, really liked it. So evidently, I am a lesbian.”

“That’s three ‘evidentlys’ if you weren’t counting.” I said.

Jana laughed. “Well, that is a lot of ‘evidentlys’ to take in, in just 24 hours.”

“Best kiss ever? Really?” she asked, her smile beaming.

“Until now.” I replied. I turned toward her. My libido humming.

She leaned over and we kissed. And with apologies to The Princess Bride, it was the Best. Kiss. Ever.

Her full lips were soft and moist. Her tongue fluttered just out of reach. Just the right amount of pressure and movement – not too soft, not too hard, not at all frantic – just absolutely perfect.

She broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes. “Better?”

“Perfect.” We kissed again. And again and again and again – her hands roaming lightly over my body. My body responding eagerly.

“Don’t stop this time.” I said.

“I have no intention of stopping.”

And she didn’t stop, but time did.

I said earlier how I love being a girl, how I love feeling feminine and girly, and this was the ultimate.

She kissed and nibbled and licked me just perfectly in all the right places. Behind my ears, the nape of my neck, that spot just below my breasts, the backs of my knees, my wrists.

She bit my nipples, sucked on my clitoris, used two delicate fingers to open my pussy, danced her tongue lightly over my anus, squeezed my breasts, kneaded my butt, and kissed me on the lips over and over and over.

She had a way of moving me around the bed delicately, but firmly, so that it never felt like I was being manhandled. It was all so girly and sweet. But make no mistake – she was having her way with me – dominating me in the most feminine and sensual way possible.

At some point, as I was lying on my tummy and she was pressing her tits against my back, it occurred to me that maybe she had done this before.

She knew exactly what she was doing. She was gently, slowly, coaxing an orgasm out of me.

I was still on my tummy, with one leg bent way up toward my chest and my other one straight down, my pussy wide open from behind. She was behind me with her breasts pushed against my back. She was kissing the back of my neck and behind my ears, whispering sweetness into my ear.

“Your tiny little pussy smells so good it makes me crazy. It smells fresh and sweet and earthy. It tastes even better. Licking your pussy is my most favorite thing in the world. I could suck on your tits forever. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, and I’m the luckiest girl in the world to be here with you. I love you so, so much. I would die to please you. I want you to feel loved and wanted and adored.” She whispered.

She was rubbing my clitoris and vulva while gently pinching my swollen clitoris between her fingers. Her thumb was pushing gently against my anus but not pushing in. She had worked her other arm between my neck and shoulder, down to my breasts, where she was pulling at my nipples and squeezing by breasts.

I could feel my orgasm rolling in like the tide. Softly, slowly, intently, building in waves.

I thought to myself ‘this is what heaven must feel like’.

My orgasm peaked slowly but intensely, as she rubbed my pussy just a little faster and a bit harder. She was pinching my nipples firmly and grinding her tits into my back. I moaned and squirmed and pleaded with her not to stop.

It was a whole new kind of orgasm for me. I’ve had my share of orgasms in the past, from both men and self-inflicted, but this was different. I think it had a lot to do with trust and love, along with how skillfully it was done. This was all new to me.

My description of it doesn’t do it justice. Not even close. It was sublime.

When my orgasm finally subsided – it felt like it went on forever – she knew just how to slow things down. She lightened up the pressure, slowed everything down and ever so gently withdrew her thumb, massaged my breast softly, petted my pussy lightly, so that even though my orgasm was finished, I was still incredibly turned on and ready for more.

I turned over to face her. We kissed passionately. I could taste my pussy on her lips. I liked the way it tasted.

“That was the best I’ve ever had.” I told her honestly.

She kissed me hard and we continued kissing for several long minutes. When we broke, I looked at her beautiful face. She had soft tears in her liquid blue eyes.

“Why are you crying?”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s something.”

“No, I’m just being stupid.”

I took her face in my hands and kissed her softly.

“Tell me.” I said.

She sighed. She looked at me with her piercing blue eyes and said softly, “I have wanted this day for so long, you have no idea.”

I kissed her again. Stronger.

“I have loved you since the first day we met.” she said. “When you walked into Mr. Harrison’s homeroom, with your long legs and your green eyes, I wanted you. When you were sleeping over at my house in high school, I wanted you. When I cheered for you on the volleyball team, I wanted you. When you were dating that awful loser in college, I wanted you. When he broke your heart, I wanted you. The day you graduated college, I wanted you. And all the days in between.”

She said. “I have wanted this day since the first time I saw you.”

I squeezed in closer to her, holding her tightly.

“You think I’m stupid.”

“No.”

She began to cry for real. Great big heaving sobs, tears gushing from her eyes. I could feel that they were tears of relief of a long-held, keening desire finally realized. It made me love her fiercely.

I began kissing her face, her tears salty on my lips, determined to kiss them all away.

I reached down and took one of her breasts in my hand. It was firm. Heavy. I heard a low whimper deep in her throat.

I raised up on one elbow and kissed down her face to her neck, squeezing her breast in my hand, marveling at its heft.

I kissed down her neck and took her nipple in my mouth. Sucking gently, I felt it grow and thicken. Another low whimper.

I raised up to my knees and moved both hands to her breasts, kissing back and forth, sucking the nipples – soft at first, then harder. A louder whimper.

I rolled up onto her and lay down on top of her, my breasts against her firm tummy, kissing the deep cleavage between her breasts, squeezing them, feeling their firmness, pinching the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

I kissed my way down her belly, licking her belly button, my hands still on her breasts. The harder I kneaded them, the louder she moaned. I pinched her nipples harder. She gasped, “Yes!”

I moved lower with my kisses. She had a tuft of soft blonde hair above her pussy. I nuzzled into her vulva, inhaling her scent. It was rich, earthy, intoxicating. I extended my tongue and barely grazed her large, swollen clitoris.

Her hips jumped, pushing her pussy against my face. I felt her hands on the side of my head, pulling me in deeper to her sweet pussy.

“yesyesyes…” she moaned.

I moved down so I could lick her pussy deeply, dragging my tongue along the full length, ending with her hard clit between my lips. I sucked it into my mouth and flicked my tongue across it lightly, quickly. Never removing my hands from her breasts, I pinched her nipples harder.

I pulled back a little to look. I had never been this close to a pussy before. Her pussy was… meaty. The vulva was plump, ripe looking. Her labia exposed and moist. Her clitoris was bigger than mine, fatter. It looked like a pearl sitting on top of her slit. It was so very much different than my pussy. I decided I liked it very much and wanted to make it purr.

I pulled one of my hands down and used two fingers to push her thick pussy lips apart and sucked her clit into my mouth.

“Uhhhhhnnnnnn…” She was grinding her pussy into my face. “Yes, suckitsuckitsuckit.”

I used my fingers all over her pussy, getting them wet with her juice and my saliva. I put my fingers into my mouth to get them even wetter and slicker and then pushed them into her silky pussy. I sucked harder on her clit for a moment, and then licked the soft spot below it with the flat of my tongue.

“OhgodohgodohgodI’mcummingI’mcummingI’mcumming…”

I looked up as I sucked her clit and saw her head thrashing back and forth. One hand on her breast, pulling and twisting hard at her nipple. The other hand with a handful of my hair, pulling my mouth against her pussy. My two fingers moving slowly in and out of her pussy.

It released all at once. Her orgasm hit her hard, and her pussy flooded with juices, drenching my hand and chin. At first I thought she had lost control of her bladder, but the juice was sweet and a little tangy. It was cum. It was delicious. I licked and licked and licked, wanting to taste it all.

She let go of my hair and pushed my face away. “Enough!” she screamed. “I can’t take anymore!”

I climbed back up, across her body. Dragging my tits across her pussy, I lay down atop her and began kissing her beautiful lips.

We kissed like that for several long minutes before breaking.

“I love you. I always have.” she said.

I rolled off and snuggled in close.

“GODDAMMIT!” I shrieked.

She jumped, startled and alarmed.

My eyes had drifted over to the bedside table. The clock said 9:50.

“SHIT!” I said, jumping up and climbing out of bed.

I looked down and saw the hurt and confusion in her eyes. She looked like she was about to burst into tears. I stopped in my tracks.

I leaned over the bed and kissed her.

“I love you too. But I have to go to church with the family. They’ll kill me if I don’t show up on Easter Morning and I’m late! And I’m a mess!” I told her.

I saw the relief and gratitude in her eyes and I ran toward the shower.

A quick shower later, I was getting dressed for church. She was still in the bed.

“Thank you.” she began, “Thank you for this morning. And don’t ever do that to me again!”

I stopped and looked over at her as I was brushing my hair into a ponytail. She was smiling. It dawned on me that she was talking about the church/time surprise, not the sex.

I smiled back. “I intend to do that many, many more times. Do me a favor.” I threw her my phone. “Text my Daddy and tell him I’m on my way and I’ll meet them at the church.”

I ran back to the bathroom to finish getting ready.

“Will you be here when I get back?” I asked. “I have to do church and then lunch with the fam.”

“I don’t know yet.” She pulled the covers over her naked body and rolled over onto her side.

I ran out the door to my car, got in and drove toward the church my family attends.

I was in such a rush that I didn’t have time to think about what had just happened.

I arrived at the church and slid into the pew next to my Daddy just as the service was starting. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and held my hand. He whispered in my ear, “You look beautiful, Ladybug.” That’s his pet name for me.

It hit me. The ladybug tattoo. The pet name. Jana is the only other person that has ever called me that.

Sitting in the pew, I finally had a moment to catch my breath and think about the past 48 hours.

I hadn’t had so much sex in a 48 hour period in a long time. Maybe ever. And the hell of it was, it was the best sex I had ever had – all of it. Even as weird as the pantyhose thing was with my boyfriend, my orgasms had been fantastic. And the sex with Jana this morning was even better.

So much to think about. Does this mean I’m a lesbian now? I mean, I don’t have any hangups about homosexuality, but I had never really considered it for myself. I guess I’m like most people, in that I’m sometimes attracted to the same sex, and that has certainly been true about Jana at times, but I’ve never thought to act on it.

The way it happened was just so natural and felt so right, I didn’t have time to think about what it meant, if it means anything at all. Maybe it was just a one-time thing and it doesn’t ‘mean’ anything. Or maybe it does.

One thing is absolutely certain, I don’t want to lose my friend. That is priority number one.

And what am I going to do about my boyfriend? I’m sure not ready to deal with that can of worms. He’s certainly got a secret side that I had never even gotten a hint of before, and I certainly don’t love him.

And for Heaven’s sake, is Jana right? Am I an emotional retard? Do I miss things that are perfectly obvious to everyone else? I certainly didn’t pick up on the thing with the black guy – Keith – from the sunglasses store yesterday. I mean, I was certain that he was interested in Jana, not little ol’ not-as-pretty-popular-sexy-desirable-as-my-best-friend me.

Which circles me back around to Jana again. Is she right, have I been so occupied with watching her that I’ve missed out on guys who want to be with me? And if I have, what does that mean? Am I a lesbian and don’t know it, and I’ve unconsciously wanted her all these years?

Is she a lesbian? I had always had a little nag that she went that way, but she’s had a lot of boyfriends over the years, and I know she likes sex with men. But on the other hand, she’s never really had a really serious relationship with a man.

Jesus. What a mess. My mind was spinning. So much to process. I needed some down time. As much as I wanted to talk to Jana about all this, part of me hoped that she had gone home.

The sermon was finally over – I didn’t hear a single word – and we walked toward the car. Daddy said “Can I ride to lunch with you, Ladybug”?

I smiled and said, “I would love that, Daddy.”

On the way to the restaurant, Daddy said, “You didn’t hear a word of the sermon, did you?”

“Was it that obvious?”

“You chew on your bottom your lip when you’re chewing on something in your head.” He smiled. “So, what’s got you so chewy?”

I didn’t respond immediately. I didn’t know what to say. Dad had given me the sex talk when I was 15, and it was uncomfortable then just like it was uncomfortable to think about telling him about my suddenly tangled sex life now.

“It’s complicated.” I finally said.

“Sex and relationship stuff always is.” he replied.

I looked over at him in shock. Good lord, I thought, do I have it written on my forehead? He just laughed.

My daddy is my first love. Smart and funny and wise and kind and gentle and sensitive, but still a real man’s man. He is very masculine in all the best possible ways. We are very close.

“Well,” I paused wondering how much I should say. “I don’t think I’m in love with my boyfriend.”

“You aren’t.” he said flatly.

I looked at him again, a little shocked at his bluntness.

“Do you realize you never call him by his name. He is always ‘my boyfriend’.”

The shocked look is getting to be a permanent fixture on my face. “I don’t?”

“It’s true.” he replied.

I pondered what he just told me.

“I suspect he’s still around because it’s easy. Uncomplicated. Comfortable.” he said.

I sighed.

“Erika, you are a prize. Any man worth anything would be a fool to overlook you. You’re smart, honest, loyal to a fault, and look at me…” I looked over and he had lowered his chin and was looking out from under his eyebrows at me “You are beautiful – inside and out. So much like your mother.”

“Jana told me the same thing yesterday” I said.

“Jana is right you know. She usually is. Deep one, that girl.” He had always loved Jana.

“Your boyfriend is not The One. You know that. I know that. Jana knows that. Hell, I bet that he knows it too.”

“I know.” I sighed.

“Well, it’s probably time you cut him loose, don’t you think?”

“Probably.”

“There is a law of the universe, sweetie, well, more of a policy really…” He smiled “often, a new door won’t open until you close an old one. It’s science.” He laughed at his own dumb joke.

God, how I love that man. In the middle of a serious talk, he knows how to keep it light. I reached over and held his rough hand.

He went on, “You can do so much better than ‘your boyfriend’. Hell sweetie, you deserve so much better. He’s a decent guy, but he’s tofu. He doesn’t have any hobbies, he doesn’t have an opinion about anything, he doesn’t have any ambition to be anything except a drone his whole life. It’s like he’s scared of living or something.”

“And I’ll tell you something about guys like him – they often have some deep, dark secret that makes them ashamed about who or what they are, and that secret is usually about sex. It’s either some kink, or fetish, or repression or abuse of some sort. Have you ever suspected that he’s really gay or anything like that?”

I was working very hard to keep the shocked look off my face. I realized I was chewing my lip. I didn’t answer his question. He didn’t press.

“You deserve a man that adores you. A man that makes your knees weak. A man that has real prospects. A man that is interesting, and has some backbone. A man who knows who he is and what he wants. A man who will treat you like an equal most of the time, a Princess when you deserve it, and treat you like a whore when you need it.”

“DADDY!”

“Honey, it’s true. That was a blunt way to put it, but don’t settle for what I’ve settled for with your step-mom. You need and deserve a great sex life. It is a very important part of a happy life. You deserve, and you should demand, the kind of relationship your mother and I had, God rest her soul. You want a man who will count the minutes when you’re apart, a man that you can’t wait to get home to. That’s what you want, even if you don’t know it yet.”

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CHAPTER FIVE – Sunday Afternoon and Night

When I got back home, I was a little disappointed to find that Jana wasn’t there, but kind of relieved too. I had to work tomorrow and needed some ‘me’ time to decompress from the crazy weekend.

I checked my phone for a message. Sure enough, there was one from Jana.

“Sorry. Gotta split. Guilted into going to see the fam for Easter. Sheesh. Talk later. ILY”

I slipped out of my church dress and into some sweats and a t-shirt. I decided to go for a walk instead of sitting down in front of the computer or TV.

It was a perfect spring afternoon. I thought about what Daddy and Jana had told me. Do I really not know what I want? What do I want?

Daddy was right. I want the kind of relationship that he and mom had – what I can remember of it anyway. They were always laughing is what I remember most. My dad owns a successful auto repair business and mom was a teacher.

The long walk was nice. I had walked for hours. It cleared my head. I resolved to spend some the time it takes to decide what I want from life. I refuse to be a sheep. I also decided that I was going to begin the process of breaking up with ‘my boyfriend’. Somehow.

Back at the apartment, I made myself a salad for supper, made sure I had clean clothes for work the next day and settled in for the night.

I was watching a mindless movie on tv – thinking mostly – when my phone rang. It was the boyfriend.

“What are you doing?” his voice low.

“Just watching TV.”

“You want to come over?”

“I think I’m going to stay home tonight.”

“Can I come over there?”

“Yeah. I guess so.”

“Twenty minutes.” I detected a note of excitement in his voice.

I considered whether to put on some different clothes or not and decided not to.

The boyfriend showed up soon enough. He brought a dozen roses with him. Grocery store roses, but still, appreciated.

He was dressed differently than his normal weekend attire. He was wearing khaki’s, a shirt with a collar and a blazer.

Hmmmm.

He sat down on the couch next to me. Close. He had an eager look on his face.

Considering what we had done two nights previous, I suppose it was understandable.

I had found his stash of pantyhose fetish porn, and we had lived out those fantasies for an evening and the next morning. I’ll admit, it was a lot of fun.

He began to nuzzle up with me, his face against my neck. He had shaved. His breathing was quick and shallow. He reached for my leg.

“Slow down, cowboy.” I grumped. “I need to get these roses in some water.”

He backed off.

I was trying to decide if I wanted to have sex with him tonight. I could feel my libido telling me I need a good hard fucking. The blazer and the roses were a good start, but I was going to make him work for it.

I decided that if he did everything right, it was definitely maybe. I made a mental list with two columns in my head.

“I really liked Friday night.” he said. Eager. Like a puppy.

“I did too.” I said honestly. “What did you like best about it?”

“Everything.” he said. “Let’s do it again” he blurted out.

Too eager and too clumsy. An X in the minus column.

I looked over at him. His eyes were bright with excitement.

“Hmmmm… I haven’t decided yet.” I teased. “But tell me, specifically, what did you like best?”

“I liked seeing your incredible legs and sexy ass covered with pantyhose. Your legs are amazing to begin with, but covered in pantyhose… Oh my God.”

“I’m not wearing pantyhose right now.” I said. I was looking for ‘being dominated by you’ I thought to myself. Another X in the minus column.

“Ummm… I brought you some.”

“Really!?” I said, genuinely surprised and pleased. Put that one in the plus column.

He beamed. “I sure did.” He was more animated and excited than I’ve ever seen him.

“Let me see them.”

“Hold on!” He went out the front door, and out to his car. He didn’t presume – plus column.

After a moment, he came back in with a pretty gift bag from Cupid’s Curiosities, a local lingerie/sex toy shop. He handed the bag to me while bowing from the waist.

A gift bag with a pretty bow – plus column. My libido was tapping her foot impatiently.

I pulled the bow open and pulled out a hosiery package.

They were a very sheer white, with a delicate little flower pattern stitched in. They were almost classy, in a slutty kind of way. They were also fairly expensive (he forgot to take the price tag off – minus column) and very high quality. These are definitely not grocery store pantyhose – plus column.

“Oh my. These are very nice.” I said.

He beamed at me. He was still standing in front of me like an eager puppy. It was kind of cute. It seems we’ve found what makes him come alive.

“I love you, Erika.” he said. “Friday night was a dream come true and I’m glad that you weren’t too freaked out about it.”

“That’s sweet of you to say. You know that I’m no prude, and I had fun too.” I said. “It looks like we’re about to have some more fun.” I added. “Let me go and freshen up a bit.”

My libido had made its decision it seems.

I went into the bedroom with my package. I pulled off my sweats and t-shirt and then my panties. Standing there naked, I pondered what to put on with my new pantyhose.

I looked into the gift bag, along with the hosiery package, there was a receipt.

I inspected it: 6 pair of hose, a tube of Ass-troglide, a urethane dildo, a vibrator and an item called “harness.” Total bill, nearly $300!

Oh my. What have I unleashed?

I pulled the pantyhose over my long legs. They felt amazing. Very sheer and silky smooth. Much better than the grocery store brand. I stood and looked in the mirror. Damn, they looked amazing too. The sheer white was definitely a good choice and the little flowers were an elegant, girly touch. Definitely in the plus column.

I walked over to my closet to pick something out and thought, “OK, let’s go all in and see where it goes.”

I pulled out my slinkiest, thinnest cocktail dress, a spaghetti strapped, form fitting, mini dress in shimmering soft smoky green silk that fit me like a smack in the mouth. Honestly, it was little more than a piece of expensively cut silk with a couple of thin straps at the shoulder.

I’ve had it for a while but have never had the nerve or occasion to wear it out anywhere. It was one that Jana had talked me into buying. I silently thanked her.

I pulled it over my head and let is slide over my hips. It felt decadent. Without a bra, my nipples were front and center.

Then I reached into my closet and pulled out my tallest heels, a pair of patent leather Monolo’s (another gift from Jana), three and a half inches tall. I slipped them on.

I walked back over to the mirror and took a look. My ponytail had to go. I pulled the scrunchie off and let my long brown hair fall down over my shoulders. Now my face looked naked.

I went into the bathroom and got busy. I applied my makeup with a heavier than usual hand – a little slutty even.

I stepped back to have a look in the mirror. And then I had a naughty thought. Back to the bedroom to get my phone, I took a picture of myself in the full-length mirror on my closet door.

I sent the photo in a text message to Jana with this message. “BF is here. About to have some fun with him. Any ideas?”

Before I could even get out the bedroom door, she texted back, “OMG! You look AMAZING! Ideas coming soon.”

Finally ready – it had taken 30 minutes – I decided he had waited long enough. I took my phone and the receipt I had found in the gift bag.

One last check in the mirror and I barely recognized myself. I looked good and felt good. I turned and strode into the living room. I rounded the corner and stood in front of him, feet set wide, hands on my hips, head held high.

His jaw literally dropped open.

I stood still, waiting for him to speak.

About a minute passed before he could say anything as he drank me in with his eyes. He finally croaked out “You look like a movie star.”

This pleased me.

I spotted the grocery store flowers he had brought, sitting on the table next to the couch. I walked slowly toward him, rolling my hips just a little. I bent over at the waist and put my face in front of his, as if to kiss him. He closed his eyes expectantly.

I looked down at his lap. His khaki’s had a little tent. “I need to put these in some water.” I whispered in his ear.

I picked up the flowers and turned toward the kitchen. I strolled into the kitchen and made a big show of looking for a vase. I looked in the space under the sink, by bending at the waist, my legs spread wide. I looked in the high pantry above the stove, lifting one leg slightly and bending the knee. Reaching way up with an exaggerated stretch, I pulled one down. I could feel his eyes on me.

I moved to the sink and filled the vase with water and the flowers, taking my sweet time cutting the stems, pulling off leaves, arranging them just right. I put them on the table when I was done, stood back and admired my work. Every movement, every stance, calculated to show off my body.

I walked back to the couch and stood in front of him. I bent over at the waist again and whispered in his ear, “Thank you for the flowers. They’re lovely.” I gave his ear a little nip with my teeth.

I stood and ran my hands up my sides, across my tummy and over my breasts, then I turned around and arched my back.

“I love the pantyhose, they are gorgeous. How do they look to you?” I asked him, looking over my shoulder.

“Fantastic!” he said eagerly.

I turned and walked across the room to where I had put my phone down, really shaking it this time. I picked up the phone and launched the camera app.

“Smile!” I said, and took his picture before it registered what I was doing.

I walked back to him, handed him the phone and said, “Now you do me.”

I backed up a few steps and threw my hip way out, lowered my chin and posed.

I heard the phone shutter sound, ‘click’.

I moved and posed again, this time pulling up the hem of my dress a little.

‘click’.

Repose. Hands under my breasts.

‘click’.

Looking over my shoulder.

‘click’.

Bent over at the waist from the front.

‘click’.

Bent over at the waist from behind.

The posing and the clicking went on for several minutes. I had a lot of fun pretending to be a girl you would want to take sexy pictures of. Nothing too risqué even though it was my phone, they have a way of escaping onto the internet.

But even so, I couldn’t resist one last picture.

“Listen very carefully, I don’t want my face in this picture, so frame it carefully.” I told him.

I noticed a little wet spot on his trousers where his cock was pitching its tent.

I reached up and pulled the straps of my dress off my shoulders and let it slip to the floor and carefully stepped out of it.

I posed as seductively as I knew how. I turned just a bit, threw my hip out a little, one knee bent, one shoulder up, chest high and proud, one hand flat against my tummy and the other at my side with my hand flat against my thigh.

“Take my picture.”

‘click’.

I spun around and bent to pick up my dress. I draped it across the armchair and walked over to where he was sitting. I had already made a big wet spot in the crotch of my pantyhose and could feel my pussy lips sliding against each other, and the nylon rubbing my hard, exposed clit. It won’t take much to make me cum, I thought to myself. Just walking around in these pantyhose is an erotic experience.

I reached out and took my phone and walked over to the table where I had left the receipt and picked it up.

I closed the phone app and launched the texting app. Several messages from Jana were waiting.

I walked over to the armchair, sat down in it sideways and draped my legs across the arm, with my back to the other arm. I pulled the silk dress off the back of the chair and draped it lightly across my breasts.

I busied myself with my phone, ignoring the boyfriend.

Jana’s text read: “you look SO amazing in that pic. wish it was me instead of the BF.”

The second one read: “cant stop looking at the pic. it’s giving me THE VAPORS.”

The third one: “idea. send him home and I’ll come over.”

I quickly scrolled through the pics we had just taken. And while the lighting was bad, and some of them were out of focus, I hardly recognized myself in them. They looked like personal phone pics of some fabulous celebrity or famous supermodel. And the last one looked like something from a girly magazine.

I sent the last pic to Jana in a text with this message: “I have an idea too. Get ready to come over. Dress sexy. Will text soon.” I had remembered the last video I had seen on his computer – the one with two pantyhose girls.

Almost immediately, I got a return text: “that pic killed me. I’m dead.”

Followed by: “getting dressed. coming over. refuse to wait.”

I texted back: “good idea. don’t come in until I text. BF is about to stroke out.” I giggled at my pun.

“Ummm… What are you doing?” he finally asks.

“Texting with Jana.”

“Uh… Aren’t we going to, uh, have some fun?” A note of concern in his voice.

“You can start without me, I’m fine.” Not looking at him. I put the phone down.

But I did start to put on a little show. I put one of my long legs in the air and ran my fingertips up and down.

“These pantyhose are really very nice. Where did you get them?”

“Cupid’s Curiosities” he said. “Why are you texting her?”

“She’s my best friend, silly.” I looked over at him. He looked wary.

“You told her, didn’t you?”

“Of course I did. You wouldn’t expect me not to tell my best girlfriend about the best orgasm I’ve ever had, would you?” I smiled at him.

Looking a little relieved, he said, “Well, I suppose not…”

With my leg still in the air, I reached up and started fondling my breasts through the silk dress, pinching my hard nipples. I let the silk fall a little as I raised my other leg straight into the air.

“Aren’t you going to get started?” I asked.

“Well, I thought we would… you know, do it together.”

I turned in the chair and stood up. Holding the silk dress between my outstretched hands, I pulled it back and forth across my breasts. The silky friction on my straining nipples was exquisite.

I heard my phone buzz that a new text had arrived. I turned and picked it up. I bent at the waist and put my elbows down in the chair seat to read it. My feet wide, he had a clear view of my pantyhose covered ass.

The text said “I’m on my way.”

I heard the boyfriend stand up and unzip his pants. I didn’t look.

“This is going to be so much fun.” I texted back.

I could hear him getting undressed behind me, as I gently rolled my hips from side to side. It was a ridiculously uncomfortable position, but I was sure of the effect it was having on him.

I turned and looked over at my shoulder. He was standing there naked, looking unsure of what to do next.

I ran one hand along the curve of my ass and down my thigh, and then along the inside of my thigh and up to my pussy.

I heard him mutter “goddam” under his breath.

“You like?”

“Yes.”

“Why aren’t you showing me then?”

“What do you want me to do?”

I stood and turned around and then squatted down so that my ass was resting on my heels and my back was against the chair.

“Come over here.”

He walked over, his dick leading the way under his slightly pudgy belly.

“Closer.”

He stood between my legs, his cock right in front of my face. I reached up and rubbed a drop of pre-cum across the head of his dick with the tip of my finger. His dick twitched.

“I want you to show me how much you appreciate what I’m doing for you, indulging your kinky little perversion. You have to do everything I say, or this stops right now. It stops forever. Do you understand?”

The gauntlet? Thrown. The power? All mine.

“Anything. Just tell me. Please.” He was pleading.

This pleased me. I pinched both nipples and pulled them out obscenely.

I reached up and took his dick in my hand. I pulled him closer and leaned in. Holding his dick by the base, I put it in front my mouth with my mouth wide open. I breathed out a hot breath across his head. He moaned. I pulled back.

I stood up, still holding his dick. I pressed myself against him. He was unsteady on his feet, trembling.

“These pantyhose please me so much, I might just let you put your little dick in my mouth. Would you like that?”

“Yes, very much.”

“Would you like if it I took your little dick in my mouth and sucked you off?”

“yes.”

“Would you like to shoot your little dick all over my face like I was some cheap slut?”

“yes.”

“I might even let you put your little dick in my tight little pussy. Would you like that?”

“yes.” he whispered. He leaned in and tried to kiss me. I turned my head.

“Would you like to fuck my tight pussy with that little dick, and shoot your cum inside me like a dirty whore?”

“oh God yes.”

Wearing the 3 inch heels, I towered over him. It made me feel dominant, powerful. I pushed his dick between my pantyhose covered thighs, grabbed his hips and started to pull and push them, so that his cock was dry humping my thighs. The angle of his cock pushed his dick head against my pussy. It felt fabulous.

He was moaning and tried to reach up and grab my breasts.

I pushed him away and slapped his dick very hard. His whole body jerked, surprised.

“I DID NOT GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO TOUCH ME.”

His whole body sagged. I stepped back into him and pushed my tits against his chest. I reached down and slid his dick back between my thighs.

“If you please me, I might even let you fuck my tiny virgin asshole like a dirty slut. Would you like that?”

“yes.” The barest whisper.

“I’ve never given my asshole to anyone before. Would you like to be the first man to buttfuck me like a dirty assfucking whore?”

I had him by the hips again and was pushing and pulling his dick in and out between my pantyhose cover thighs very slowly.

“yes.” He was breathing hard now.

“Would you like to shove your little dick in my dirty asshole? Fuck my virgin ass and make me a dirty assed cock slut? Is that what you’d like to do with your little dick? Fuck me in the ass and fill my virgin asshole with your sperm? Is that what you want?”

“yes. Oh god yes.”

“If you want all of those things, I am prepared to let you do it. But there are some conditions that must be met.”

“yes.”

“Very strict conditions.”

“Yes.” he said more firmly.

“And if these conditions are not met, there will be serious consequences.”

“Yes.” He sounded eager again.

“You may not touch me unless I specifically tell you to touch me. Is that understood?”

“Yes.” Firmly.

“You may not touch yourself unless specifically instructed to do so. Is that understood?”

“yes.”

“You may not cum unless specifically instructed to do so. Is that also understood?”

“yes.”

“You are to obey my every word without question and without exception. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, it is my belief that we now have a firm understanding. I expect you to be a man of your word. Remember, if you do not please me, this goes away. Forever. Do you understand and agree to all of this?”

“Yes.” he said firmly, looking directly into my eyes.

“Go into my bedroom and close the door. Turn down the bed and get in. I will be with you when I am ready.”

He left. I heard the door close behind him.

I checked my phone. Several texts from Jana. The last one from about 10 minutes previous that said, “I’m here.”

I texted back two words: “now. quietly.”

*****

CHAPTER SIX – Sunday Night

I walked over to unlock the door. As soon as it unclicked, Jana was coming through. I held my finger to my lips so that she wouldn’t speak.

She pulled me tight against her. We kissed deeply. It was electric. I could taste her excitement.

She whispered in my ear, “I’ve been watching though the gap in the drapes for the past 10 minutes. You are a Goddess.” She stepped back to look at me, and I looked at her.

She looked amazing. She was wearing platform ‘stripper’ shoes and the smallest, tightest miniskirt I’ve ever seen. Her luscious legs were covered with sheer black stockings. I could see the straps of a garter belt peeking out below her skirt.

Her top was a stretchy knit thing that rode about two inches above the waist of the shorts, showing off her flat, toned belly. Her makeup was done in what we’ll call ‘slutty’.

And the outrageous part, the thing that made it all work, was that she had put her long blonde hair in two ponytails above her ears.

She looked like a 19 year-old street whore. It was hilarious, slutty, and I loved her for it.

I took her by the hand and led her to the couch. I pushed her down into it, and sat astride her. I kissed her hard and squeezed her big, luxurious tits in both hands.

We kissed like that for a few minutes, her hands roaming all over my body. My pussy was gushing. I had never been more turned on.

“You are ruining him you know.” she said softly.

“Mmmm hmmm,” I nuzzled the nape of her neck. “or maybe I’m freeing him.”

She considered that for a moment and nodded. “Perhaps.”

I sat upright in her lap.

“I’m going in there. I want you to wait until you hear me say the word ‘sissy-boy’ before you come in.”

She smiled a wicked smile. “Understood.” She said with a smile.

“Could you hear us too?”

“Yes. You could have gotten him to agree to anything. Putty in your hands. Like his belly.”

I stifled a giggle.

“When you come in, follow my lead.” She nodded at me.

I gave her another deep kiss and reluctantly stood up. I looked down at her. I could see her puffy nipples through her top. The sight made my mouth water. She grabbed me by the hips and pulled her face into my crotch. She inhaled my scent deeply and fell back into the couch. Her eyes fluttered.

I turned and walked quietly to the bedroom. I took a deep breath and opened the door suddenly.

He was lying in the middle of my bed, his hand around his dick, stroking. He quickly removed it and looked at me smiling. Expectant.

“I didn’t hear you coming…” he said with a big grin on his face.

“I can see that. This is not pleasing. Did I specifically tell you to wank your little dick?”

I saw just a touch of doubt cross his face. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. You are so beautiful I could die. I promise it won’t happen again.” He looked down at my legs sheepishly.

I saw that he had lit some candles and had the lights low.

I sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. “You gave me your word. What kind of man gives his word and then breaks it within 10 minutes?” I was genuinely disappointed.

This brought concern and a bit of fear to his face. He didn’t answer.

“I’ll tell you what kind of man… A man who doesn’t deserve to ever touch me again, that’s what kind of man.” I looked daggers at him.

“I’m going to have to rethink this whole thing.” I said. I got up as if to leave the room.

“Please Erika. Please. I’ll do anything!” he begged. He sat up.

“You’ll do anything except obey my very clear and specific instructions.” I shot back with venom in my voice.

“I will. I promise!” he pleaded. Genuine fear in his eyes now. His cock looked ready to break it was so hard.

“Your promise means nothing to me. You’ve already broken your word.” I was relishing the power I had over him.

I saw tears begin to form in the corners of his eyes. He fell back on the bed and slapped his hand down in frustration.

“I’m going out to the front to get my phone. I need to talk to Jana about this. You don’t move a muscle. I’ll deal with you when I’m done.” I walked out the bedroom door.

Jana was standing right outside the door. She had both hands clamped tight over her mouth, her eyes wide and laughing. I motioned for her to stay put.

I walked out and grabbed my phone and the receipt I had found in the Cupid’s Curiosities bag that he had brought my pantyhose in. I also slipped my silk dress back on.

I walked back into the bedroom. I dialed a random number and pretended to start a conversation with Jana after a moment.

“Hey sweetheart.”

“Yes, he’s still here, but he’s about to leave. Forever.”

“Because he won’t do what I told him to do!” I said sternly as I scowled at him.

“No! He gave me his solemn word.”

“No. I can’t trust him anymore.”

“Look, I’m not going to dress up like a slut to please him and let him put his little dick in me if he’s not going to be trustworthy.”

“I was going to let him fuck me in the ass tonight, Jana! Like I was a cheap ass fucking whore!” I exclaimed.

“yeah.”

“no.”

“well… maybe.”

“I don’t know. I’m not really in the mood anymore. I don’t care if his little dick falls off.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“Hold on though. Listen to this. He brought me some very nice pantyhose from Cupid’s Curiosities… YES! They are gorgeous! But he left the receipt in the bag.”

“Yes, I have them on right now.”

I looked down at him on the bed. His face pale, his eyes scared and teary, pleading.

“Yes. It’s hard as a rock.”

“Ok. Hold on. Putting you on hold.”

I launched my camera app. I pointed the phone at him and took three quick pictures. I killed the app and pretended to pick up the phone conversation.

“Ok. Done.”

“Really? OK.”

I launched the texting app and for real sent one of them to Jana’s phone, praying that she had it on silent.

“Ok. Sent. Yeah, I’ll wait.”

I put my foot up on the edge of the bed so that he had a direct view of my pantyhose covered pussy. I could see the fear on him.

“It’s not?”

“How would I know that? I’ve only ever seen five cocks in person in my whole life, and one of those is my brother when we were kids!”

“Really?”

“How big?”

“Stop lying. That’s twice the size of his.”

“Ok, well listen to this – 6 pair of pantyhose, something called Ass-troglide, a dildo, a vibrator and the last item is called “harness.”

“Nearly $300!”

“Way. I’m looking at the receipt.”

The look on his face was undisguised horror. His cock was wilting. This pleased me.

“I know, right? There is no way he is getting anywhere near it.”

“Really? You think?”

“You might be right.”

“Oh, ok. I’ll let you know.”

I put the phone down and my foot on the floor. I sighed heavily. I kicked my shoes off and pulled the dress off over my head. I stepped up onto the bed and stood astride him. I pulled the pantyhose up tight across my tummy. The friction on my unhooded clitoris exquisite.

He was looking straight up at me. His cock was starting to grow again.

“Start jacking it.” I said in a hard voice.

He did.

I swayed back and forth over him, looking down on him coldly.

“Faster”

I stepped across him, and turned around and back across him again. His knees were bent with his feet on the bed. I leaned down with my hands on his knees. My pantyhose covered ass was directly above his face, and my pussy was very hot and gushing wet.

I reached down and slapped the head of his cock hard about a dozen times as he was stroking it. He groaned with each slap. And then I slapped his balls harder than I intended to. He let out a yelp each time.

“Jana says you have a tiny cock and I think she might be right. Why would I let a liar with a tiny cock fuck my tight pussy, let alone my asshole?” I rubbed my ass as I said it.

“Take your hand off your cock.” I ordered.

He did so immediately.

“Where are these other items you bought at Cupids?

“In the trunk of my car.”

“Go get them.”

He hesitated.

I slapped his balls hard like I was spanking a naughty child.

“NOW.”

He climbed off the bed, his cock bobbing as he moved. He reached for his pants.

“No. Use my robe. It’s hanging on the inside of the closet door.”

He went to the closet without hesitation. He pulled my robe on. It was a short, silk robe in lipstick red. It barely covered his ass. His cock was jutting out the front. He looked at me as if to say ‘don’t make me do this’ but wisely kept his mouth shut.

“GO!”

He meekly walked out the door. A moment later, I heard the front door close. I stepped out into the hallway. Jana stepped out of the bathroom and lunged into my arms and started kissing me crazily, hungrily.

“I almost didn’t get hidden in time.” she hissed between kisses.

“Get ready. Remember, when you hear the word ‘sissy-boy’, that’s your cue.”

She went back into the bathroom just as we heard the front door open and I stepped back up onto the bed where I was when he left the room.

He walked into the bedroom, breathing hard.

“Did anyone see you?”

“I don’t think so.”

“That’s a shame. Hang up my robe, give me the bag and get back where you were.” I ordered him.

He handed me the bag, and worked his way back into position between my legs.

His cock had not lost the least bit of hardness.

“Start wanking that little dick. You may not cum until instructed.”

I examined the contents of the bag. I pulled out the tube of Ass-troglide and opened it. From my position towering over him, I squirted a healthy amount down on his cock and balls and then a tiny dollop onto my middle finger.

“Put your knees back up like they were.”

He complied obediently.

I went down to my knees at his side, the bag of goodies next to me.

“Keep jacking. Don’t cum.”

I could tell he was ready by the way he would jack it very slowly for a couple of strokes and then stop for a few seconds. He seemed to be avoiding stroking his cockhead, making his jacking a pretty short stroke.

I took my middle finger with the dollop of Ass-troglide on it and shoved it into his asshole, and reamed it in and out a few times to make sure he was well lubricated. He gasped. His cock was straining.

I dumped the contents of the bag out onto the bed. The vibrator was the first thing I picked up. Chrome, 6 inches. The package said ‘batteries included’. I removed it from the packaging and turned it on. It vibrated to life immediately.

I got up off the bed, and walked around to the other side, nearest his head.

“Move over here and hang your head off the side of the bed so you can see my pussy – the pussy you’ll most likely never fuck again.”

He did. I stepped across him so that my pussy was hovering over his face. I pretended the vibrator was my cock and started stroking it. Clearly, his cock was at the bursting point.

“Pull your knees up to your chest.”

When he did, I bent over across him, spreading my legs wider at the same time. My pussy was touching his face. I grabbed the tube, opened it and squirted it directly onto his asshole. He was moaning, barely touching his cock.

“Take your hand off your little dick.”

I turned the vibrator on and shoved it deep into his ass. It went in easily. He gasped sharply.

Standing up straight, I wrapped his ankles up in my left arm against my shoulder and rolling him up onto his upper back and neck. It was an obscene position. Looking at him like that, my respect for him shattered. He really was a sissy.

I was totally dominating him and humiliating him, and he wasn’t even hinting at a protest of it. If the hardness of his dick was any indication, he was thoroughly enjoying it.

The vibrator was inching its way up and out of his ass. I shoved it back in with the palm of my right hand and held it there.

“Look at the little sissy-boy, with a vibrating cock deep in his ass, about to cum in his own mouth.”

Jana walked in. “Hi guys. What are y’all doing?” she asked in a sing-song voice.