Erotic Stories - They Were Roommates - Fantasies of Seduction

Eleven hours, including a change in Denver that had Alex running through the airport only to wait for the next delayed hop. It had been one of the cheapest flights, but the most expensive took over eight hours, still with a change that was likely just as frustrating, so she hadn't considered it worth paying more. At that, she'd had to be up before the crack of dawn to get a ride to the airport, to be sure she'd left enough time for security check and random variables.

She'd checked one bag, but she'd managed to fit enough changes of clothes and toiletry essentials into her carry-on garment bag to survive for a few days if the bag went on safari without her. She could make more space in the garment bag for the return trip, so there would be room for the bridesmaid dress that she'd be picking up on Friday.

Possibly because of the extra delay, her checked case arrived on the correct flight. After a frustrating day, that was welcome news. And the car rental reservation allowed her to bypass the counter, so she wheeled the cases to her vehicle and drove directly to the hotel.

She had a week to revisit familiar haunts. The hotel she'd chosen was a short walk from her old apartment, and thus convenient to places she knew. She had intended at least to get dinner, possibly at one of the restaurants she knew, but after a day's travel she didn't want to make the effort. Instead, she threw herself onto the bed without eating, and barely woke in time to get breakfast before the nearby restaurant switched to its lunch menu.

After breakfast, she showered and changed into the clothes she'd brought for the day - a denim off shoulder front lace up crop top and lace up mid-thigh skirt. With cowboy boots and a denim shoulder bag she was ready for the events, the first taking place at a bar called "The Axe's Head." That was an Uber ride away. There was no way she'd drive to party with her friends.

Maybe she shouldn't have arrived early. She could have travelled Thursday, slept in Friday and been refreshed for the rehearsal dinner. But she missed her friends. When Allison had emailed her about the optional events, she'd been skeptical. Axe-throwing? What the fuck?

But the events had included visiting the club where she'd spent many happy evenings, several of them leading to even happier nights. The organizer of the axe-throwing event was a woman with whom she'd spent one of those happy nights. One of the very last, in fact, before she'd met Jackson. That in itself wasn't motivation for attending, especially since she'd heard she now had a partner, but Fi was one of the most capable people she knew, and if she thought it would be worthwhile, it probably would.

So she tugged her copper curls through a pair of scrunchies and headed out.

Alex arrived at The Axe's Head thirty minutes after the scheduled start time. The party was already boisterous. About twenty women were present when Alex arrived.

She found Fi at the bar, instantly recognizable with dark green hair decoration and black dress. The woman gave her a tight hug. Though she'd only spent one night with Fi - there were rules - her body felt familiar in Alex's arms. The soft skin within the cotton beneath her fingers. The pressure of breasts as full as Alex's own against hers. The narrow waist when she ran her hands down her friend's back. It wasn't that it was Fi in her embrace, as such. It was that it had been two years since she'd held a woman closely.

She released Fi, whose smile was warm. "It's great to see you, Alex," she said. "I wasn't sure if you'd make it."

"Neither was I?" Alex said. "This is where you work?"

"Yes and no," said Fi. "The bar staff mostly keep it running now, but I set it up, and I'm still responsible for it, along with the arcade next door and a restaurant. Maybe others soon. My boss is ambitious."

"I always knew you'd do well for yourself," Alex said.

Fi's expression softened. "Wait until you meet Jenna. Then you'll know just how well I have done."

Alex smiled. Lowering her voice, she said, "You deserve someone special, Fi. She's lucky to have found you." Then she continued in a normal tone, "Speaking of young love, where are the brides?"

"They're with Ann and Kate. Kate's from another bar. We trade staff from time to time." She gave Alex a conspiratorial smile, adding more quietly. "Ann may need to be rescued from her."

"Ann's here?" Alex's heart rose. "My Ann? Well, not my Ann? But my roomie?"

"That's the one," Fi said. "I heard her tell Kate she has a girlfriend in New York. It doesn't seem to have deterred her. Do you want anything to drink? We have two new craft beers..." She frowned. "Not that you'd know what we already had, I guess," she said. "It's weird to think how many years it's been since I've seen you."

"I know, right?" said Alex. "Let me get one of those."

The bartender standing nearby nodded to Fi and took care of the order. Alex took the beer and headed off in the direction Fi had indicated.

Take the feelings hugging Fi had brought about and double them. That was being in Kayla's arms again. Kayla, the first woman Alex had kissed. The first she'd slept with. Who had seduced her again for good measure. Now she was getting married, and Alex was her bridesmaid. They'd been friends from the first, and had remained good friends. They'd never been more than that, other than in the most technical sense, when they'd been naked in each other's arms.

Even so, hugging Kayla reminded Alex of how much she'd given up when she'd left. When her friend released her, after a kiss on the lips that was both chaste and tender, Alex felt a surge of affection both for Kayla and for her bride-to-be, Anita, who stepped in for the next hug.

Not until Anita stepped back did she pay attention to who else was in the narrow lane, holding a wicked-looking axe in her hand. Alex beamed. "Ann! You look dangerous?"

The hug for her former roommate was less intense. They were friends, not former lovers.

They'd been placed together in their junior year. They were different enough to avoid competing. Ann was driven, working hard for a high GPA, while also partying hard. Alex was laid back. She still got good grades, but could have done better if she'd applied herself. Ann studied economics; Alex was an engineer. Ann was gay. Alex was straight - up until she realized she wasn't. Ann was a planner - a schemer might be a better term - while Alex took life as it arrived. Which she was currently regretting more than she'd anticipated.

Ann was manipulative with others in her orbit, but those had never really included Alex. She was devious in other ways, spinning events for her own benefit, but as long as they were just roommates, it wasn't her problem. Likely because of that, they'd fallen into an easy friendship, and had chosen to continue rooming together into their senior year.

Alex had met Kayla through Ann, when those two had planned to hook up. She and Ann had been high, when Ann had goaded Alex into kissing a woman for her own amusement. It was only after Ann's exhaustion had overwhelmed her that Alex had taken her intended one-night partner into her own bed, changing Alex's life. She'd always be grateful to Ann for that one opportunistic act.

Alex may never have fully trusted Ann, but she did like her and was thrilled to see her again.

Her friend released her, holding the axe reversed to avoid accidentally spiking Alex. She wore a short-sleeved maroon shirt with black jeans. The shirt was tight everywhere, but especially below the U neck, where a short row of buttons had the top two open, revealing the smooth, pale skin of high breasts. Her brown hair was longer than Alex remembered, lying against her shoulders.

She had filled out a little in two years. Alex had always thought her hyperactive lifestyle had kept her too thin. Now her waist was a little thicker, her jeans didn't look like they were hiding a malnourished teen, and her breasts strained delightfully at the buttons. The extra weight looked good on her.

"Thanks for not sticking me with your sticker. Thing. The sharp pointy thing?" Alex said, when Ann let her go.

They'd stayed in touch for a few months, both Ann and Alex having taken jobs on the East coast, though hundreds of miles apart. They'd intended to visit, but it was inconvenient and expensive, and eventually their emails had become rare. Now, two years later, they'd finally shown up in the same place at the same time, and the entire sequence of events, the changes in Alex's life, and both of them showing up at the wedding of mutual friends, was all thanks to them sharing a joint in Kayla's presence. Alex grinned at the thought.

"What's amusing you?" asked Ann, suspiciously.

"Nothing?" Alex replied. "Thinking about how long it's been since we were all together. How long are you in town?"

"I leave Monday," Ann said. "I need to get back to work, but wanted a couple of days in the area. You?"

"I'm here until next weekend? Same idea. I'm staying at the hotel near the apartment."

"That's convenient," said Ann. "I'm there, too. We can share rides."

There were three other women in the narrow lane. One with blonde curls held an axe that appeared to be the mate of Ann's. A younger woman with long pale hair streaked pink and blue was standing around looking irritated. The third, with dirty blonde hair and large red glasses, had seemed at first of an age with the one with colorful hair, but on second glance she may be younger, if taller.

"Alex, this is my cousin Tara," Kayla said, indicating the taller girl. Alex saw the family resemblance the moment she looked for it. "She'll be starting college in a few weeks. You probably remember Grace. I think she's been lying to Tara about how wonderful life is going to be for the next few years."

The girl with pink and blue hair brushed a strand of it back. She gave a perfunctory smile at Alex, but she clearly had better things to do with her time.

"I don't think I do remember you?" Alex said.

"I had lavender hair," said Grace. "Short." She sighed. "Most people remember that I was with Kennedy. Now I'm not." She turned to Kayla's cousin, clearly done with the conversation. "C'mon, Tara, let's leave these old people to their memories."

She walked away from the group. Tara gave Kayla a quick glance, raising her hand, before scurrying after her.

"I do remember her now?" Alex said. "Thought she and Kennedy had a future together. Doesn't always work out, does it?" she added, thinking of her own ex.

"Kate is teaching us how to throw sharp objects, without embedding them in each other" said Anita, indicating the blonde, who continued to wait patiently.

Kate, right. Fi said Ann may need rescuing from her. As Kate resumed her instructions, Alex peppered Ann with questions about mutual friends, and about the girlfriend Fi had mentioned.

"Madison, right," Ann said. "We've been together for over a year now. She just passed the bar, so she's a real lawyer." She pouted. "I have another year."

When their instruction was complete, Kate left for another group. Then Kayla and Anita had to exchange greetings with new arrivals, leaving Ann and Alex alone. "Thanks for the save," said Ann. "I thought Kate wasn't going to get the message."

"Fi said she'd ignored the hints you were dropping about your gee-eff?" Alex said. "Is she real?"

"Is Fi real?" Ann asked with a smirk. "I think so. I've known her for years. Or do you mean Kate? She's a bit too real."

"Your girlfriend, idiot," said Alex.

"She's real," Ann said, with a sharp nod. "I'm in luuuurve."

"Ann, sweety?" said Alex. "I lived with you for two years? You've never been in luuuurve. I doubt you ever will be?"

"Well, I am!" Ann said, in an offended tone that Alex didn't believe for a moment. "What about you?"

Alex picked up an axe, took aim, and threw it at the wooden target. It stuck, though far from the center. She pointed to the target. "If that's Jackson, I just sliced his ear off?"

"Not good, then?"

"For a while," Alex said. "We were okay? We seemed on the same wavelength. The sex was never what it was with a woman, but he tried? He even improved. Until he stopped trying." She threw another axe. Jackson lost an eye. "It wasn't all on him? Where we are, taking women's issues seriously makes you less of a man. He resisted being drawn into that mindset for a while, but it's everywhere. Especially the last few months."

"Aww, sweety, I'm sorry," said Ann.

"I live on my own now," said Alex, "but fuck that place." She flung her axe, which landed flat on the target and fell to the floor. "I want to come back, but the jobs aren't here."

Before moving to collect the axes, Ann gave her another hug. This one was warmer. Her body pressed into Alex's. When she backed away, her hand brushed across Alex's waist for a moment. "I'm sure you'll land on your feet eventually." Then she walked to the target and picked up the axes. Returning, she glanced around, leaning close to Alex, her hand touching her back. Her fingers curled, allowing her nails to drag against Alex's skin. "I have something that will help you feel better," she murmured.

Alex gave her friend a puzzled look until Ann discreetly tapped her purse. "Come on," she said, then left the lane, heading toward the women's restroom. Alex followed in her wake.

In the restroom, Ann took a pair of gummy candies out of her purse, handing one to Alex, who examined it thoughtfully. "We've had these before, right?"

"We took them before a party post-fall finals," said Ann. "I lost track of you, so I don't know what your reactions were."

"Oh, man, I was so turned on that night," Alex said. "I hooked up with the party organizer's girlfriend. Drama ensued. I think it was mostly getting out from under the pressure, but... I think the gummy made me horny?"

"Weed always tweaks my libido," Ann replied, "but I don't think these will be a problem. It's more like a pleasant background side-effect. I'm sure you were turned on at the party because it was a party, and you were turned on."

"Weed is the reason you got me making out with Kayla," objected Alex, "and we all know how that turned out."

"Yeah, but that was a joint," Ann argued. "That's always a bigger boost. These aren't so intense. Long lasting mellow. Are you gonna join me? I don't want to vibe alone."

Alex shrugged and popped the gummy into her mouth. "I could use a relaxing afternoon," she said.

They returned to find that two more women were sharing their lane. Allison was Anita's maid of honor. Alex had only met her a few times before leaving. When the engagement had been announced, she'd already been out of the area.

The other woman was Natalia, a friend Allison had made at the bridal spa day. Alex hadn't been able to justify the time and cost to make that trip, unfortunately. The two seemed close, and maybe a little stand-offish at first, but as they threw axes and friendly insults they became much more open. Or maybe, the edible was beginning to lower Alex's own reserve.

She leaned close to Ann, who rested her hand on the small of Alex's back again. "Are they or aren't they?" she asked her. "Together, I mean? I got confused by their history. I was sure Allison just said they weren't really together, but the way they're looking at each other? I think they are." She frowned. "Or is that the gummy kicking in?"

"It shouldn't be yet," Ann said. Alex wasn't convinced. Ann's hand on her back felt better than it should. She seemed to have adopted it as a habit. Alex didn't mind that at all.

The sounds of merriment had been growing around them. Others had joined the party, though Fi hadn't added anyone else to their lane. There was laughter from the bar, but the gummy was definitely taking effect, and she was too relaxed to care what was going on. Ann's fingertips were drawing circles on her skin. Wearing a crop top had been a good move.

They'd waved away their last few turns to throw, watching Allison and Natalia, who were slowly improving, but whose throws would sometimes splat against the target and fall to the floor, which caused Alex to giggle. The edible was definitely affecting her. Alex didn't giggle. Resting her chin on Ann's shoulder, she whispered into her ear. "I wish we could get weed where I live."

Ann drew more shapes on her back. "Not available at all?" she asked.

Alex shook her head. "Not even for medical reasons. You know, you're kinda hot." Ann drew her head back to give her a curious look, her eyebrows raised.

"I think the gummy is talking," Ann murmured.

Alex sat up. "Maybe," she said. "I'm definitely feeling laid back. Except for Jackson. He can die in a fire." She knew she'd said this last with perfect calm, and Ann grinned.

"I know what I'm saying, though," she said. "I think you look better now than you did when we were roomies, but I've always thought you were hot. It's just that..."

"You were straight?" Ann suggested.

"That, yeah," Alex agreed. "And then, when I wasn't, well, you were kind of an asshole, you know? So I never wanted to tell you that I got turned on when you put on that white tee shirt after a shower, and it stuck to everything." She frowned. "Maybe I shouldn't have told you that one."

"Maybe you shouldn't have told me that I'm an asshole," said Ann, drily. "But if we're being honest, I thought you had the sexiest hair. I still do. I always wanted to run my fingers through it."

"I think that is the gummy talking," said Alex.

"Hey, I always thought you were sexy. But maybe I thought that because I'm an asshole." A moment later, she sighed, "Madison doesn't touch weed."

"Is it legal?" Alex asked.

"Very," Ann said. "But she won't, so I can't."

The bar's music system exploded with sound for a moment. Voices around them went silent before beginning to build again. A couple of minutes later, she heard shushing sounds. Then a raised voice called for everyone's attention.

"Oh, God, that's Tiff," said Allison. "Mischief is afoot."

Tiff had decided that war was called for. Anita's team versus Kayla's. As MOH, she was Anita's captain, and Allison needed to step up for her side. They would throw axes in pairs of opponents, and each loss would earn their bride one penalty point.

"I wanted the losing bride to take off an item of clothing for a loss," Tiff said.

"Tiff..." Alison groaned.

"But Fi thinks we could get the bar in trouble," Tiff continued, "even though we'd have stopped at underwear." She pouted. "So instead, the bride who would have been the first to get all the way naked will pretend to be naked and will dance for us all."

"Have you cleared this with the brides?" Allison asked.

"It was the least terrible suggestion," said Kayla, with a sigh.

Anita shrugged beside her, then said, "It could be fun. If Kayla loses, it could."

It took ten minutes just to establish the teams. Tiff, together with Tara and Alex were team Kayla, where Allison, Heather and Margot were Anita's bridesmaids, but that left Tiff's girlfriend, Emma, out. Emma would be standing with Anita at the wedding, so she had to be added to her crew, which meant finding another for Kayla. Tiff tried to take Kate, because she was independent, but that led to jeers from Anita's team, since Kate was a pro. Tara suggested Grace, but she refused. Allison's friend Natalia volunteered, saying she was also not part of either faction, and would be facing off against her friend's team, and that was accepted by all.

Tiff announced that the losing penalty included the bride of the losing team naming what article of clothing she was removing, and miming taking it off. Then she immediately lost the first duel to Allison.

"If I didn't know you better," said Kayla, "I'd suspect you're deliberately trying to get me naked. Wait, I do know you better, and I do think that." She raised her fingers to the buttons at her chest, pretending to unfasten them, then moving as though she were pulling off the super-tight top, tugging the sleeves down her arms with difficulty. Tara covered her eyes and looked away.

"Lies," said Tiff. "You know I'd prefer to see Anita naked. I think that applies to your whole team." Tara nodded and raised her hand in agreement.

It didn't apply to Alex, who was on Kayla's team, and had already seen her naked twice, and was finding that her gummy-enhanced libido was bringing the memories to mind in salacious detail.

Alex was up next. She lost to Heather, leading to Kayla acting out stripping further, but Tara beat Margot, costing Anita an item. Tara skipped around singing, "I won for you, Auntie Kay!"

Natalia defeated Emma, evening the score.

There were the usual arguments over what counted as an item of clothing, and at one point Kayla stage-whispered to Anita, "Bet you wish you'd worn your garter belt," which led to cheers and pink-cheeked Anita telling her to shut up.

The miming rule may have been frivolous, but Alex found it titillating. She wondered if other former partners of either woman were having a similar experience, or if it was only a side effect of her state.

"Maybe the gummy wasn't a great idea," she whispered to Ann.

"I disagree," her friend whispered back. "I think it's helping my imagination." Her fingers continued to casually brush against the bare skin of Alex's waist or back when her turn was through.

Ann's touch felt intimate. It fed the tingle that she felt from the game. Of course Ann knew that. Alex was certain that keeping a girl turned on excited her, but that was okay, because Alex enjoyed the feeling too, in spite of her words about the gummy. It might not be a good idea, but bad ideas could be hot.

Alex's next throw beat Heather, but Tara lost the next duel, and their team's advantage. Soon Kayla was down to bra and panties. Heather beat Alex, and Kayla was forced to mime taking off her bra to loud cheers and catcalls, and a further spike in Alex's mild arousal. She could still visualize Kayla topless. Fortunately, a string of good luck had Anita lose her bra, to what might have been an even louder uproar, then at another winning throw from Tara, stepping out of her panties.

At that point, Tiff had Fi connect the bar's music system to her phone. That was probably what had caused the sound system problems earlier. They had it working now, and virtually-naked Anita had to give the assembled group a dance to Rihanna's S&M.

"Inspired choice," said Kayla.

"Hush, you," grunted Anita, moving to the music.

She was good, posing rigidly at times, and sensuously at others, tilting her hips to the side, enhancing the effect by flipping and stroking her long hair. At one point she ground against a wall as if bound there.

"Oh, fuck," Alex whispered to Ann.

"I know," Ann replied, with a chuckle, her nails lightly scratching Alex.

After the game, Fi had food delivered. As Alex ate her cheeseburger she heard Fi talking to Tiff about ideas for reusing her game for private parties.

When she'd eaten, Ann coaxed Alex back to the restroom for a recharge. The effects of the last edible should be wearing off within the next hour or two, and another dose would extend the euphoric effects. She was still sure it was a bad idea, especially after Tiff's game, but she liked the thrill, so she did it anyway.

Kate and Fi arranged Uber rides to Gabby's. Their vehicle could technically hold six, but with Emma, Tiff, Margot and Heather, it was very cramped. Alex wrapped her arm around Ann's shoulder to be able to squeeze against her, while Ann's was around Alex, fingers on her waist.

Gabby's was crowded, and the evening soon became a blur. Alex felt Ann's hand on her back again. The boost to her high was building, with no signs of it dropping away, and Ann's fingers and nails were keeping the horny feeling that had grown with Tiff's absurd game from diminishing. If she objected, she knew Ann would back away, but she didn't want to lose the contact. Instead, she decided she wanted to touch bare skin, too. Curling her arm around the other girl, she slipped her hand into her tee to caress her waist.

Fi showed up later, after closing up the bar, with her partner.

"Oh my God, Fi wasn't wrong," Alex said to Ann, leaning close to her ear. "That girl is beautiful."

"She doesn't have your curls," objected Ann. "Her hair's too short to run your fingers through."

"I never knew that was a turn-on for you?" Alex whispered back.

Ann shrugged. "Why would you know about my turn-ons?"

"I know your skin feels goooood," Alex murmured. "Much better than hair." After a moment, she added, "Maybe I shouldn't have said that, either."

The fingers on her back dipped lower, inside the waistband of her skirt. Not by more than an inch or so, but enough to be exploring perilous territory. "Now you're being naughty," Alex whispered. "Should you be doing that?"

"Is it disturbing you?" Ann asked.

"The gummy doesn't mind at all," Alex said, the touch making a nice prickle of warmth on her skin, "but I think your gee-eff might?"

Ann shrugged, unconcerned. "She avoids weed anyway," she said. Alex frowned. She didn't think that addressed her concern, but clarity wasn't currently high on her list of attributes.

Contentment was. She felt a connection to all of the women here. Friends, or near friends, occasional lovers or not.

Fi introduced her to Jenna, who was clearly besotted with her, but who had goals independent of Fi's. She'd signed up for community college classes in the coming semester.

"I officially moved in in May," Fi said.

Jenna smirked. "She actually moved in in January," she said, "and let her apartment go last month, but in May my cat decided to accept her."

"Daisy still hates me," Fi said. "She's cost me more than one pair of hose. The first day she sat on my lap, with her claws sunk into my leg, glaring at me, is the day I knew I could call Jenna's place home."

After Fi and Jenna left for the dance floor, Alex was silent for a while, enjoying her euphoric state. It was several minutes before Ann disturbed her tranquility.

"You realize that the wedding is at the same place where you had your bi awakening?" Ann asked.

"You mean where you used me for your own entertainment?" Alex countered. "Yeah, I know."

"Blame me all you want," Ann retorted. "Where would you be without that evening?" After a pause, she added, "When you kissed Kayla, that was sooooo fucking hot."

Alex's thumbnail lightly scratched her friend's waist. "Wasn't it, though? No one had ever kissed me like that."

"She had her hands in your hair," Ann whispered. "God, that turned me on so much."

"That wasn't the only place she had her hands," Alex said, "but I don't think you could see everything."

"Tell me more," Ann instructed.

"I don't think you'd have been able to see her fingers on my shirt," Alex said. "I wasn't wearing a bra."

Fingers tightened against the base of Alex's spine. "You're right. I did not know that," she whispered. The fingers relaxed, and may have drifted a little lower.

"So yeah, it was all your fault," Alex said. "Yours and Kayla's." And then Lyra, at the Halloween party, who showed Alex that her evenings with Kayla hadn't been an aberration. And the straight girl at the party, who wanted to experiment, and whose name she had forgotten. And the girls of Gabby's - Suse, Paula, Fi, of course, and others. She'd been such an idiot to... no, she wasn't going there again. She would focus on the good feelings from that year.

Alex's high had plateaued some time ago. Gentle arousal was tingling in her breasts and clit.

"Hey, Alex, are you enjoying this?" asked Ann.

"Feeling horny and remembering sexy times?" Alex asked. "Yeah, kinda."

"No, this," said Ann, waving around her free hand. "I've lost the thread. It's Gabby's, but it isn't. Let's reminisce somewhere else, where we can talk about old times without whispering."

Alex pondered that for a time, then said, "We're going to see everyone on Saturday anyway, right?" When Ann nodded, she took out her phone. As soon as the ride was scheduled, she stood, regretting the loss of contact both at her back and against her fingers. With a quick farewell, she turned to leave.

The hotel was nothing fancy; aging, but clean. Unlocking her room on the third floor, Ann strode inside, throwing the curtains back and sliding the balcony doors open to expose the room to the warm evening air.

Alex joined her friend on the small balcony. "Weird to realize how much I missed the smell of the area. It's nothing like this on the coast."

"Probably even more different in New York," Ann said. She took a deep breath. "I know what you mean." Her fingers sought out Alex's lower back again.

"I like how extended this mellow is," Alex said. "I don't feel I'm coming down at all."

"We're probably good for another three or four hours of serenity," Ann said. Her fingers continued to explore Alex's skin absently for a couple of minutes. Then she asked, "Will you take those ties out of your hair? I want to see it loose."

Alex grinned. "You really have a thing for my hair!" she said. She carefully pulled her curls through the scrunchies, then shook out her hair.

"Yeah, that's what I remember," said Ann, as Alex turned to face her. "A couple of inches longer, I think. The color and the curls are such a sexy look."

Alex smiled, then headed back into the room. She tugged off her boots, then sat on the side of the queen bed. Ann moved past her, gathering up the pillows and wedging them against the headboard. She stepped out of her own boots, then bounced up onto the bed, patting the covers to her right.

Shrugging, Alex joined her. If she stayed on the edge of the bed, she'd have to keep looking over her shoulder. As she sat back against the pillows, Ann ducked forward, tugging Alex's left arm behind her, then leaned against her shoulder. Alex's fingers came to rest on her waist, where they walked her tee shirt up until they were touching skin.

"So you regret going back to men?" Ann asked.

"I regret going back to Jackson," Alex said. "Men in general?" She considered that. "I guess I do. I've always loved giving blowjobs." When Ann made a disgusted sound, she said, "Hey, you asked. I can drag the activity out until he's hurting for me. Having that much control is like an aphro - aphro - uh, aphrodisiac. But when it comes to doing something for me, they're never there for me like a girl would be. I like to feel a guy deep inside, but a girl with a toy can have better control. Also, boobs."

"Boobs are good," Ann agreed. She traced the hem of Alex's crop top with the fingers of her left hand. "I always liked yours," she said, the fingers moving away from them to Alex's stomach. She was facing partly toward Alex, her head on her shoulder, and she hadn't touched Alex's back in a while.

"You shouldn't be looking," Alex said. "Maisie wouldn't like that."

"Maisie?" Ann asked.

"Your girlfriend," Alex replied.

"Madison, not Maisie," Ann stated.

"Oh, right," said Alex. "I was thinking Maddie."

"God, don't call her Maddie," Ann said. "It's Madison. Mad-iss-ohn. I think she'd prefer you get her name completely wrong rather than call her Maddie."

"So, Maisie?" Alex offered, with a giggle.

"Alright, Maisie-Madison," said Ann. "Do you like going down on a girl as much as blowing a guy?"

"Hmm," said Alex. She felt a sudden rush of lust at the thought. "Yeah, even more. And I still like to take my time." She found herself stroking the skin of Ann's waist as she remembered how much she used to like giving a girl oral. That was an opportunity she hadn't had in two years. "Do you still go for loud girls?"

Ann's face shifted against her shoulder as she looked up at her. "What do you mean?"

"You always seemed to pick demonstrative partners?" Alex said. "You woke me up more than once."

"I'm just so good that I can make any girl scream," Ann said, with a laugh.

"Is Maisie loud?" Alex asked.

"Maisie is. Very loud." Ann's fingers slid over Alex to the ends of the lace that held the two sides of her top a taut inch apart. "If this knot accidentally fell open, it wouldn't be my fault if I inadvertently peeked, would it?"

"Ann? It won't accidentally come untied," warned Alex.

Ann sighed. Then she eased herself away from Alex's shoulder, sitting upright. "Stay right there," she said as she slid off the bed.

"Uh, where would I go?" Alex asked.

Ann ignored the question. She opened her purse, taking out a baggie and setting it on her nightstand. Then she took a lighter from her purse, and placed it in the large hotel-supplied ash tray before moving it onto the bed.

"Uh, Ann, is this a good idea?" Alex said.

Ann opened the baggie, taking out a paper tube. "Sure," she said. "Smoking at this stage is, like, the best of both worlds. You don't lose the calm, but you do feel the kick. I've only done it a couple of times, because you usually have to plan it. Some of my friends used to do it all the time."

She knelt on the bed beside Alex's thighs, then took the lighter and lit the joint.

"I take it this is a smoking room?" Alex asked.

Ann nodded, pointing to the ashtray. She puffed the weed into flame, then a glow. Sucking smoke into her mouth, she got the joint burning well, then handed it to Alex, who took a hit as she breathed the mouthful of smoke into her lungs. She took the joint back, placing it in the ashtray as she exhaled, which led to a small coughing fit.

"God," said Alex, after exhaling. "This is the first in two years."

"Brings back memories, right?" said her friend.

Alex nodded. "We'd go down to the creek," she said. "Sit among the branches, even if it was muddy. After a few hits I wouldn't care that there were twigs jabbing into my butt."

Ann laughed. "I remember. Part of the high was probably because we weren't supposed to be there."

Alex held out her hand for the joint. Ann picked it up, held it to her own lips for a moment, then handed it over as she breathed in the smoke again. Alex took her own mouthful, then put it back down in the ashtray.

"I'm not feeling it," Alex said. "Are you sure you rolled the right herb? Maybe I'm smoking parsley here." She giggled.

"I'm starting to feel it," Ann said. "Just give it a moment."

"Hmm, okay," Alex said. "Maybe... hard to tell, as relaxed as I already was."

Ann picked up the joint again, passing it to Alex after inhaling. A moment later, she moved off the bed. "Be right back," she said, disappearing into the bathroom. She was gone long enough for Alex to take an extra turn.

Ann returned, picking up the joint as she lowered herself back onto the bed.

Alex shook her head when she held the joint out to her again. "In a moment," she said. Her high was definitely taking shape now. She watched her friend set the glowing tube down, then look up, her eyes bright. Her shirt seemed to be molded around her breasts. Bumps in the tight fabric outlined her nipples. Alex would have noticed that earlier. Ann must have taken her bra off in the bathroom. Four of the closely-spaced buttons at the neckline were open now. She was sure there were fewer earlier. There was certainly more creamy skin on display than she recalled.

"You look hot," Alex said. She hadn't intended to.

"You said that before," said Ann.

Alex sighed. "It's still true, I guess," she said. "I hope Maisie appreciates it." After a moment, she giggled. "I remember the girls you used to have," she said. Apparently her mouth didn't know when to take a break. "Those bedsprings, remember? Squack, squack, squack, squack, OOH BABY! Squack, squack, thud!"

Ann joined in the giggling. "God, that place. I heard everything from your room, too, you know. The walls in that place were so thin."

"Made of paper?" Alex agreed, feeling another attack of the giggles heading her way. "Numero uno rule for next apartment: bedsprings will be oiled and springs nailed to the floor!" She looked up at her friend.

"Bed nailed to the floor," Ann corrected her. "Or feet."

"I said feet."

"You said springs."

"Oh. Well, the bed must not leave the floor," Alex pronounced.

"Right! No flying beds." Ann motioned toward the ashtray. "Ready to try something fun? You'll have to trust me."

"Trusting you seems like a terrible idea," Alex said. The giggles seemed be under control, but the comment amused her. "Like Maisie trusting that my knots won't in-ad-vertently come unknotted. How many girlfriends did you tell to trust you?"

"All of them?" replied Ann.

"Exactly!" agreed Alex, as if she'd drawn a sophisticated conclusion. "What do I have to trust you with?"

"Sharing hits," Ann said. "The joint will last longer if we do."

Alex frowned as Ann yanked her legs forward. "Hey," she griped as Ann pushed her knees down so that her legs were flattened to the bed. Then Ann straddled her thighs. Her fingertips casually moved to Alex's waist, stroking her skin as she shuffled into position. Alex's breath hitched at the sudden tingle from the caress. Her friend moved the ashtray closer. She lifted the joint to take a mouthful of smoke, inhaling as she set the tube back down. Leaning forward, she touched her lips to Alex's and exhaled.

The shock was enough that most of the smoke drifted away, but Alex realized what Ann was doing in time to breathe in the last of it.

"Let's try that again," said Ann, taking another lungful of smoke. This time Alex breathed in most of it, then held onto it for a moment.

Again Ann's fingers moved to Alex's waist. Earlier, she'd liked how the crop top's easy access had let Ann's fingers maintain the pleasurable tingle that she'd attained. Back then she'd probably have felt uneasy if Ann's fingers had caressed her as blatantly as they were doing now, but with her touch feeling so good in her current state, she followed her friend's lead. Almost of their own volition her fingers lifted Ann's tee shirt far enough to rest on the skin of her waist.

She - and clearly Ann - were riding the combination of the long-acting edible and stronger spike of the joint, yet she was far from peak buzz. Even if she didn't take another hit, the glow that had been germinating all day, nurtured by Ann's touch, would continue to flourish for a while, while her inhibitions would likely fade further.

This was Ann's game. Alex was enjoying her arousal, but she wouldn't have initiated anything with her not-single former roommate. Since Ann had begun the activities, she didn't feel guilty about indulging in the feelings that came with them.

"Can I touch your hair?" Ann asked.

Alex laughed. "Always with my hair." she said. "I guess?"

"The curls are so sexy," Ann said. But instead of reaching for them, she picked up the joint. "You should take it this time," she said. "If I suck every time, I'll get most of the benefit, so it's your turn to blow the smoke for me."

Alex giggled. "Ann, dear," she said, "are you asking me to blow you? What would Ma-di-son say to that?"

Ann laughed too, her eyes bright. "I want you to suck first," she said, which seemed the funniest thing Alex had ever heard. She laughed again, until Ann held the filter to her lips.

As Alex held her breath, Ann dropped the joint in the ashtray, then lifted herself on her knees, tangling her fingers in Alex's curls and drawing them down. Her face was above Alex's, her cleavage quivering just below Alex's chin. Alex barely resisted the urge to touch her lips to Ann's neck, only a couple of inches in front of her. Her hands moved up Ann's sides, inside her tight shirt, feeling her smooth body below her fingers.

The gap in Ann's shirt bobbed and jounced as Ann's fingers moved through her hair, her breasts resting on Alex's top. Alex's eyes tracked the reshaping. She held the smoke in for far longer than she needed to, until she recognized what she was doing, and grunted for attention.

"Oh, right," said Ann, then turned her face down as Alex looked up. Their lips met, Ann's fingers in her hair holding her face to Ann's as she slowly exhaled. Alex's hands moved higher, fingers splayed against the edge of Ann's ribcage. She felt a spike of arousal as Ann's tongue touched her lip when she began to hold her breath. Separating her lips from Ann's, she panted softly.

Without her head raised to meet Ann's lips, Alex found herself staring down into her cleavage again. The nipples outlined by the tight shirt were shaping the cloth much more distinctly. Alex shivered. She felt a powerful urge to let her fingers roam to that area. Instead, eyeing Ann's neck again, she decided Ann was having all of the boundary-pushing fun. She used the hold on her friend's ribs to tug her close, where her lips met Ann's shoulder. She kissed and nibbled along her shoulder to her neck, then up. Ann's breasts pressed down on hers as she crushed the other girl against her.

Ann coughed as she exhaled. "Now who's being naughty?" she croaked.

Looking up at her, Alex eased her hold. "Don't act like you hated it," she said. "And I don't know what your deal is with my hair," she continued, surprised to hear how husky her voice was, "but you've waited four years to do that. Was it worth it?"

Ann laughed. "I think so. I kinda wish I'd brought my white tee shirt so you could be reminded of your own fantasy."

"It was only when you'd showered," Alex said. "You were always too impatient to dry completely, and the shirt became form-fitting. Like this shirt is now?"

Ann glanced down at the tee shirt. "Do you approve?"

"I guess?" Alex admitted. "My libido approves, for sure."

Ann lowered herself back onto Alex's thighs. A moment later she'd moved her knees from beneath her to before her, so that she was sitting instead of squatting.

"What are you doing?" Alex asked.

"Getting comfortable," Ann said, reaching for the joint. "We only have a couple of hits left. I'll take this, you can do the last, okay?"

"Sure." Alex shrugged, as Ann held the filter to her lips. A moment later, she was drawing Alex's face back to hers, fingers in her hair. This time she exhaled slowly, moving her lips as if in a kiss. It seemed an automatic movement on Ann's part, and Alex's response was equally automatic, molding her lips to her friend's. She almost groaned as they separated, but she was holding the smoke.

As soon as the kiss - or the smoke redistribution - ended, Ann buried her face into Alex's neck, making Alex's skin prickle, building on Alex's escalation by drawing her teeth over the sensitive skin of her neck and shoulder. Her hands were still tangled in Alex's hair, her breasts again pressed against Alex's. It was exhilarating. Ann's legs tightened against her back, squeezing their bodies together.

"Why was I an asshole?" Ann asked, her lips beside Alex's ear, making her shiver.

Alex's fingers continued to caress Ann's side. "I don't know, why were you?" she asked.

"I mean why did you think I was?"

"You're kinda manipulative?" Alex said. "You twist reality to suit your own ends. Most of the time we lived together you had a girlfriend or two in tow, but Monday nights you were as single as anyone at Gabby's. Squack, squack, squack."

"That's what Gabby's is," Ann objected.

"Sure, everyone at Gabby's knows the score," Alex said, "but did your girlfriends know that the reason you weren't available on Mondays was because you were squacking?"

Ann giggled. "Squacking? I like that. I guess one or two did find out about squacking. All-nighters are a bad idea."

"If you say so?" Alex said. "I never tried juggling multiple partners."

Releasing Alex's hair, Ann lifted her head from her shoulder and sat upright. She giggled again. The weed must be affecting her more than Alex. "Do you suppose this bed squacks?"

Alex shrugged. "Probably not. This may not be the Hilton, but I'm sure the furniture is sturdy."

Lowering her hands to the bed, Ann said, "Let's find out." She began bouncing in Alex's lap, using her hands and legs to propel her up, then landing back on Alex's thighs, the mattress springing back in the same rhythm, making no more than a quiet creak.

Her clowning made Alex laugh. Ann had landed in her lap several times before Alex realized how her body was responding. Ann's weight pressed into her lower belly, close to her sex, her breasts rubbing against Alex's through the denim, shaking within the tight tee. Alex felt her clit growing more sensitive with each jump. She gripped Ann's ribs, trying to slow her motion, which mostly succeeded in drawing her closer, her breasts pushing against Alex's. Her thumbs met yielding flesh as she adjusted her hold.

"Don't do that," she said. Ann pouted as her movements slowed, but there was a mischievous light in her eyes. Alex felt a wave of desire flow from her hardening clit. She suppressed an urge to rock her hips to press herself into Ann. There was a warmth in her sex. She knew that if she moved, her panties would slide against her lubricated skin. She was breathing heavily. "I'm sure Madelyn wouldn't want you making me feel the way you're making me feel?"

"Madison," Ann corrected, absently. Her tone was throaty. Alex realized she was also breathing heavily. "How am I making you feel?"

"Very fucking horny?" Alex replied.

"That's a coincidence," Ann said. "So am I." She grinned, leaning back. Her groin shifted against Alex's as she did. Alex gasped softly, the muscles of her thighs tensing involuntarily, pushing her into the girl. "See how well the tee shirt fits now?" With the fingers of both hands, she touched the front of her tee, where her nipples pushed the fabric far out. Wrapping fingers and thumb around the tip of each breast, she rubbed against the fabric, pressing her thumbs into the soft peaks.

Alex couldn't draw her eyes from the sight. Ann's nipples were swelling and hardening further under the thin cloth. Alex could see her own hands under the shirt, her thumbs at the edge of the swell of Ann's breasts, and she felt the softness of what lay under her touch.

"I'm sure you're right about Madison," Ann continued. "She would not want to know I'm making a girl very fucking horny. She also wouldn't want to know I'm getting high, or that I'm getting high and horny with a girl I'm dying to fuck." She pinched her own erect nipples again, then popped open another button, revealing more pale smooth skin. Alex groaned. She couldn't resist letting her thumbs explore further along the cushiony skin.

Raising her fingers to the tight lace of Alex's denim top, Ann tugged at the ends, pulling out the knot. "She definitely wouldn't want to know that this knot accidentally fell open."

"Ann..." Alex groaned, but she made no move to stop her or retie the knot. Retying would have meant taking her hands out of Ann's shirt.

"Last one," Ann said, softly, as she held the joint to Alex's lips. "Save some for me."

As Alex inhaled, she felt the laces loosening as Ann pulled them through the eyes. She didn't take them all the way out, instead threading her fingers into Alex's hair when she approached for her share of the smoke.

This time there was no pretense. After Ann shared Alex's smoky breath, she didn't move her lips back from Alex's, instead using her hold to pin Alex's face against hers, extending her tongue. Alex's lust skyrocketed as she closed her lips around the encroaching tongue and suckled it. Her thumbs drifted further over the yielding surface, finding a roughening as they moved inward.

Ann's hands slipped out of Alex's hair. A moment later Alex felt the laces loosen again, then the front of her top fell away. The sleeves kept it from falling to the bed, but it slid a few inches down her arms. Ann's hands moved Alex's away from her chest to the bed, the sleeves falling further down over them.

She wasn't entirely sure what happened next. Ann's movements were so quick and efficient that she found herself on her back, her top still behind her, sleeves intended for her upper arms pinning her wrists beside her waist, while Ann was lying on top of her, mouth around her left breast, suckling hard while unfastening the lace on her skirt. Arousal flooded into Alex, making her writhe beneath Ann's mouth.

Only when Ann had unburdened Alex of her skirt and panties, retreating from Alex's breast to pull her own tee shirt over her head, did Alex manage to roll to the side and pry one arm out of its sleeve. She freed herself from the top as Ann stripped off her jeans and panties and fit her belly between Alex's thighs. Her mouth closed again on Alex's left breast, and she wrapped her arms beneath Alex's thighs, lifting them high to press Alex's pussy to her stomach as she rocked her hips.

Whatever Ann was doing with her lips and her tongue, sometimes lapping, sometimes scrubbing Alex's nipple as she sucked, it was intense, and amplified the sensations that flooded her as she felt Ann moving against her, still pinning her legs high, her belly grinding against Alex's sex, sliding against her swollen labia, charging her sensitive clitoris.

Alex panted at the intensity of the feelings from her breast and clit. She had no will to resist - not that she wanted to. She lifted her fingers to the back of Ann's head, scratching her scalp as she continued to pleasure her breast with her mouth. Whatever Ann's technique, no woman - and certainly no man - had ever delivered this kind of rush to her nipple.

When Ann switched to her right breast, the surge of new arousal pushed her over the edge. She cried out as she came against the muscles of Ann's stomach.

She pulled Ann up her body, her breasts flattening her own to her chest. The pressure on nipples still inflamed by Ann's attention was exciting. She pushed her right hand between their bodies, curled a finger into Ann, then gripped her sex as she thrust her hand against her friend. She felt her own breasts shake as Ann came, her body shuddering on top of Alex's.

"So, that happened?" Alex said, when they were both breathing normally.

The girl lying on top of her, expression beatific, murmured, "It needs to happen again." Then she was sliding down Alex's body to suck her breasts, with less urgency this time. Alex sighed with pleasure at the feel of the shorter woman's lips and teeth on her, her actions renewing the tingling in her sensitive clit.

"You have nice boobies," Ann said, around Alex's nipple. "I haven't seen them often enough, and never up close."

"I think you've never seen them at all?" Alex said. Her belly was churning with newly building arousal.

"Once or twice," Ann admitted. "Just a glimpse." She switched breasts. After she'd begun suckling, she slid a finger down to Alex's pussy, drawing it around before circling her clit.

"Oh, fuck," Alex said. In response, Ann bit her nipple, hard enough to cause her to gasp in pain and squirm beneath her.

Sliding off her, Ann rolled Alex over onto her belly, then lifted her onto her knees. Alex groaned as she felt fingers pressed to her clit. Then two or three fingers of Ann's free hand sank into her pussy, digging deep. The hand inside her began to thrust, while the finger on her clit continued to rub.

It took barely any time until Alex felt another wave build deep within her, then crash into her senses, spasms of her climax making her whole body shake.

Alex awoke with a dry mouth, despite Ann's insistence that they drink water before sleeping. She was also naked. The girl in bed with her was in a similar state, sheets pushed down to reveal high breasts in pale skin. A trace of a tan line below the swell of her breasts, though nothing to imply serious sunbathing. Well, who the hell would sunbathe in New York?

Whatever she got up to with her girlfriend, it probably wasn't on the beach. And how should Alex feel about Ann cheating on her girlfriend with her?

Not her problem, really. As far as she knew, Ann had never been faithful and never cared about consequences. Alex would be surprised if she hadn't cheated on the girlfriend before this. Shocked, really.

A bigger quandary was how she should feel about Ann's systematic seduction. She'd clearly determined that she was going to fuck Alex, and Alex had made it easy for her. Did she care about that?

Not really. If she hadn't been with Ann last night, Alex would have tried to find someone at Gabby's. Probably. After two years of sex with only her boyfriend, and increasingly unsatisfying sex at that, she needed to cut loose. She liked Ann well enough. Not enough to date her, which meant this could stay casual. And she would never trust her. But she could be a satisfying fuck buddy for the weekend.

She headed to the bathroom. She needed water. She realized that she still felt a little light-headed. That was okay, she wasn't touching weed today. Tonight was the rehearsal dinner and tomorrow was the wedding. She needed to keep a clear head.

After drinking a couple of glasses of water, she took a full glass back to the bed, tugging the sheet up over Ann's breasts before waking her friend. She didn't think she'd care, especially as Alex was standing beside the bed in the nude, but she may as well show her some consideration.

"Yo," she said. "Ann. It's your early morning call."

Ann's eyes opened slowly, then she sat up, the sheet falling away. Alex shrugged. "Here. You're probably thirsty."

Ann nodded her thanks. She hadn't found her voice yet. She drained the water, then cleared her throat.

"Another?" Alex asked. When her friend nodded, she went to the bathroom to refill the glass.

After drinking the second glass, Ann cleared her throat again. Her eyes skimmed over Alex. "You in a hurry to leave?" she asked, her voice froggy.

"Not really," Alex said, "but if you want to spend the morning in bed, it would probably be good to get showers?"

"Together?" asked Ann, looking a little more awake.

"Not in that bath," Alex said. "You can go first. Then you can loan me your shampoo. The crap that hotels give away leaves my scalp itching? And mine's in my room."

Ann made her way to the bathroom. Alex heard the shower turn on. She lay back down and zoned out until she heard the shower stop. Ann emerged from the bathroom, towelling her hair, her skin still looking a little damp. "I left shampoo and conditioner on the shelf by the bath."

"Thanks, Ann," Alex said, then headed to the bathroom to take her own shower.

When she was finished, she towelled off. She still carried a small toothbrush in her purse, though she had hardly needed it in two years, and never because of an overnight fling. She didn't carry deodorant, though. She and Ann had borrowed each other's frequently enough when they'd lived together. She doubted she would care about loaning her some now. So she opened the bathroom door and stuck her head out into the bedroom. "Hey, can I borrow your de..."

Ann was waving at her. She was lying on the bed with her phone to her ear. Alex cut herself off halfway through her question.

"No, nothing, babe," Ann was saying. "Just the TV. I turned it off."

It had to be the girlfriend. Mason? Madelyn? It seemed she'd bought Ann's lie about the TV. Alex could hear a tinny voice coming from the phone in Ann's hand.

Maybe Alex did owe Ann some payback for manipulating her into sex. Silently, she sat on the edge of the bed, then reached out to play with Ann's breasts. Ann clearly tried to ignore her, but her nipples grew firm under Alex's touch. Licking her fingers, she pinched and circled.

It wasn't annoying enough. And Alex was pretty sure that she wasn't aroused enough for her to play with her clit. She thought for a moment. Tickling her would be too distracting, and Maisie would instantly know that something was going on.

She grinned at Ann, then sprawled along the bed and began to kiss her toes. That was lewd enough to be a turnon without causing an immediate tickle reaction. And her feet were nicely clean from the shower...

Alex watched Ann's face for a reaction. Her friend seemed to be listening to a saga from the girl on the phone, but her eyes were glued to Alex, and seemed dark. "Uh, yes, Madison, you mentio...."

Madison! That was it, not Maisie. It didn't seem that Ann was having any success getting a word in edgewise. She was breathing more deeply, though. Alex could see her breasts rising further as she transitioned into sucking the girl's toes, then letting her tongue roam down over the ball of her foot.

Alex had never considered herself interested in feet, but Ann's reaction was turning her on. The girl's lips were parted and her face was slightly flushed. She was still trying to interrupt the flow of words from the other end of the phone. Alex got the impression it was about a legal case that Ann was familiar with, but it didn't seem that Ann had much to offer.

Sitting up, Alex took Ann's other foot into her lap, running her fingers around it. She stretched out her own foot, lightly resting it on Ann's pussy, as she lifted the girl's leg high in the air, then began to draw her lips and tongue over the back of her knee. When she drew her teeth over Ann's skin, the girl let out what sounded like a hiccup, her hand flying to her lips. Her eyes widened with desire as Alex lowered her leg again, bringing Ann's foot back to her lips and began to suckle her toes.

Ann began to squirm, her breathing now heavy. Alex pressed her foot more firmly against her sex, feeling slick moisture against it, as Ann began to rock her hips, paying little attention now to the phone, though she managed an occasional grunt.

Evidence of Ann's arousal glistened against her cleanly-shaven pussy, and against Alex's foot. Alex decided it was time to double down on her mischief. She released Ann's foot, drawing her own back, then leaned forward and licked the arousal from Ann's pussy lips. Her friend let out a startled breath, then began to pant as Alex's tongue travelled further. She squawked as Alex drew her tongue over her clit.

That wasn't enough for Alex. She pressed the fingers of both hands to either side of Ann's pussy, firmly, pushing them up and down, as she began to kiss her clit. Ann's belly twitched as her hips rolled. She was panting softly, clearly trying to hold herself back, but fighting a losing battle.

Alex slid a finger into her, twisting her wrist as she began to push it in and out.

Ann yelped into the phone. "Hey, babe! maddie! maddie!" Hah! She'd said Madison hated being called Maddie. A pause as Ann fought to stay calm. The tinny voice had gone silent. "There's a... thing. A wedding thing. Now. I have to... have to go. I'll call you later, K? I love you."

The tinny voice seemed hardly to have begun to reply when Ann hit the button to end the call. "Christ!" she croaked. "Alex! You ass..." But her hips rocked and she began to moan.

Alex backed away. She had no doubt that Ann was horny enough now that she could tongue her over the edge in seconds, but it was so much better when she took her time. She drew her tongue over Ann's glistening folds, stiffening it as she pressed it inside to explore. Ann made a frustrated sound at first, but settled into a steady rhythm of deep breathing, her back slightly arched, breasts rising and falling.

Moving away from Ann's sex, Alex kissed her way up her friend's body to take her left nipple between her lips. Ann's body jerked as she scratched it with her teeth. She panted for a moment. Alex felt the nipple swelling within her mouth, her areola becoming rougher against her lips. She tugged on the nipple, drawing a moan from the girl beneath her.

Ann's fingers tangled in her damp curls, because of course they did, but that was okay. If her curls seriously turned Ann on, it made her work easier, as her lips moved over the surface of Ann's breast, kissing the silky skin. Ann's breasts were surprisingly resilient.

Alex lightly bit the nipple, feeling Ann squirm beneath her, then moved to suckle the right, which was almost as hard as the nipple she'd been working on. She dragged Ann's hands with her, fingers still knotting into her curls. She moved a hand between them, reaching out to touch Ann's clit very lightly, enough to make her moan, but not to let her come.

Suckling the creamy surface of Ann's breast made the girl beneath her breathe heavily, and when she returned to her nipple, she made a series of soft sounds, lifting her back to press her breast into Alex's mouth.

Kissing her way back down her friend's body, Alex returned to her sex. Ann was writhing beneath her now. Her nipples stood out against swollen areolae, round, squat fortresses on steep-sided hills. Alex stroked her folds again with her tongue, then eased two fingers into her before returning to caress her clit, her tongue making narrow circles as Ann's moans grew in strength.

Alex didn't move the fingers inside her friend, other than curling them forward to press against her. She drew back from Ann's sex, leaving her to pant and thrash in frustration, then moved close to suck her clit lightly, pushing the girl right up against the cliff, then suckling hard.

Ann's belly tensed below Alex and she let out a sob as she came in Alex's mouth.

"Fuck," Ann breathed. "How did I never persuade you to do me when we lived together?"

Alex laughed. "I think I explained that, last night."

"Yeah, you did," said Ann. "I don't know if Madison believed me."

"I don't know why she wouldn't?" Alex said. "I mean, you'd never cheat on her, right? She has to know that."

"Fuck you," Ann said, but without any rancor.

"I'm sure you've had to sooth her ruffled feathers before," Alex stated. "You can do it again."

Ann growled. "Lie down," she said, sliding off the bed and opening her suitcase. "You're going to make up for that. No, turn over," she continued, as Alex lay on her back.

"I am?" Alex asked, but rolled onto her belly.

A moment later, Ann was fastening a harness.

"You brought a... a fucking strap-on?" Alex asked, incredulous. "You intended to cheat on your girlfriend?"

"In case of emergency, is all. You never know when it will be useful," Ann said, sanctimoniously.

"Yes, you know," Alex objected. "It's useful when you're having sex. WIth someone other than yourself. While you're travelling."

Ann finished lubing up the silicone cock she wore. "If you don't want this, just say," she said.

Alex shivered. "You know I do."

"Then stop whining," Ann instructed, positioning herself behind Alex on the bed. She parted Alex's legs, then, ignoring the dildo, she began to caress her clit, before sliding lubed fingers into her, Alex's arousal growing sharply as she worked them in and out.

When Alex began to moan, Ann withdrew, then pushed Alex's left knee forward. She lowered herself onto Alex's back, using her hand to guide the cock into her sex, then, holding Alex's hips, slowly pushed it deep into her. From this angle it pressed into her G-spot. When the girl started rocking against her back, the movement of the toy within her created a deep, intense arousal.

Alex moaned again. Her fingers curled into the bedsheets as Ann drove the dildo far into her. Each stroke brought a new rush of desire, but the girl kept her movements slow. Her hands caressed Alex's waist as she moved. Then her left hand crept higher, sliding over Alex's breast, kneading as she increased the speed of her movements.

The passion building within Alex was fierce. Ann was in total control of her body. If she tried to press back into the girl, she withdrew, forcing Alex to take only what she gave her, and no more, though what she was giving her was becoming an inferno. She felt her friend's lips and teeth against her back as she thrust into her.

"Ann...." she groaned. "Ann, babe, you have to let me come..."

"Soon," her friend crooned. She pinched Alex's nipple. "Real soon."

Ann drew back again. A few minutes later, Alex was coming to realize that she should trust her promises during sex as little as in other areas, as she found herself aching for release.

And then Ann began to thrust harder, faster. Her grasp on Alex's breast tightened, and her other hand wrapped around Alex's thigh, fingers seeking her clit. Alex could hear her excitement, too, before the growth of lust within her became unstoppable. Ann's fingers scrubbed against her clit while the cock thrust deep into her. Her body tensed, tensed more, then broke into a thousand shards of feeling as she came hard. She heard Ann's moans reach a peak, then felt the girl shudder against her back.

Both girls whimpered with the results of their shared climax. Alex imagined she could feel Ann's convulsions in the dildo, driving her own on, until her body's own contractions began to still.

When Ann finally withdrew, Alex continued to lie face down on the bed, panting. Eventually, she felt her friend-turned-temporary-lover - affair partner? No, Alex was Ann's affair partner, not the other way around - move from the bed, then heard her heading to the bathroom to clean the toy.

The two visited some of their old familiar places. Their banter was friendly, as it had been when they'd lived together, but Alex occasionally felt a wave of lust as she glanced at the smaller girl. She'd checked out of her room, moving her cases to Ann's, extending Ann's reservation through the following weekend. In spite of the negatives - Ann's manipulation, her deceptive nature, and her cheating on her girlfriend, she found herself looking forward to the next time they could be naked together.

Possibly it was less in spite of and more because of. She wasn't limited to the few hours of a one night stand at Gabby's, and yet nothing about her time with Ann could be permanent. They had time to enjoy each other, without the trappings of a long-term commitment, which she absolutely couldn't do with Ann.

When it was time for the rehearsal dinner, she left her friend, who wasn't part of the wedding party. She'd seen several of her friends the previous day, but now without the influence of the weed gummy she felt that she was meeting them for the first time in two years. She was excited for the upcoming ceremony and her part in it.

"Did you resolve your issues with the gee eff?" Alex asked, as she entered Ann's room.

"There are no issues," Ann said. "I called her. She understands I was in a hurry."

"You were in a hurry," Alex agreed. "Does she understand why you were in a hurry, or what you were in a hurry for?"

Ann ignored the question. "Now I'm in a hurry to get you into bed," she said.

"Music to my ears?" Alex agreed. "No more kissing, though," she added. Ann's eyes narrowed at her comment. "Let's not pretend this is anything other than fucking. You don't need to seduce me with weed or feelings."

Ann shrugged. "Okay."

When Saturday morning arrived, Alex was worried that she wouldn't be in shape for her bridesmaid duties. She and Ann had spent much of the night fucking, with and without the dildo, and her body felt stiff. Fortunately, the effects wore off well enough after a shower and the exercise of walking to the nearby breakfast place.

By the time she was changing into her pale blue silk bridesmaid dress she was feeling fine. Better than fine. After a two year dry spell, she'd had two nights of great sex.

Well, that was slightly unfair. Jackson hadn't been bad, in the beginning, but even then it hadn't been like her time at Gabby's. Unfortunately the chance of locating anything like Gabby's was vanishingly small. Still, she hadn't been motivated to find anything, so she hadn't tried. When she returned home, she would look for resources.

They'd followed the no kissing rule. It hadn't been hard. They'd had plenty of mutual desire, and plenty of feelings driving them without layering in romantic complications that kissing brought with it. They were friends. She didn't dislike Ann, in spite of her being a manipulative asshole. That's just how she was. She wondered if Madison was aware of that.

The wedding went without a problem, and in spite of her memories of sexy times with Kayla, she was delighted to see her joined to Anita. She considered both women among her closest friends.

She hadn't been seated with Ann at the reception, but once the formal part was over, they hung out together. When Allison called an end to the party and sent everyone to the bar so that the band could set up, Ann slipped an arm into Alex's as they walked, then waved her purse where Alex would notice.

"Hmm," Alex murmured, leaning close to her friend's ear. "Are you trying to seduce me again?"

"Do I need to?" Ann asked in return.

"You know you don't," Alex replied. "There will be squacking when we get back to the hotel."

"Right," Ann agreed. "But we have our own private rock show in an hour and a half. I figure we should find a quiet place half an hour before the show and get into the right frame of mind. I mean, I will, I'm just warning you if you want to join me you might want to skip cocktails."

"Valid point," said Alex. "And I still have a week before there's the chance of a random drug test. Not that I'd care if I get fired, to be honest."

"We don't have testing," said Ann. "I forget that's a thing."

"Mostly it isn't," Alex said. "I don't know anyone who was randomly tested. Only after workplace mishaps. But I'd prefer to avoid getting a mark on my employment record, in case I try to transfer."

They stayed at the bar for almost an hour, chatting with other friends, then wandered off to an area Ann recalled from their earlier visit. The sun was setting, and though it wasn't yet dark, the area around the large tree behind the tall hedge was deserted. Within a few moments Ann was passing Alex a smoldering joint.

"You still want to move back here?" Ann asked. "You think you can transfer?"

"I could try," Alex said, "but it would be to the West coast? Still not as close as I'd like. I'm just spoiled, I guess. If there was work here, I'd quit in a heartbeat." After a moment, she added, "I've been thinking I should make more effort to find my own means of entertainment? I've been down since I realized I wasn't going anywhere with Jackson."

She took her turn again. Ann waited silently. Alex exhaled. "Being back here gives me some hope. I need to stay in touch. What about you? Are you happy where you are?"

"It's me," Ann confessed. "I don't know if I'm more happy than I would be here, but it's where I need to be."

"Yeah, I think I get that," said Alex. She eyed the stub of the joint. "Time to be heading back?"

Ann nodded, sucking in smoke, then passing the tube to Alex for the final draw. She pinched out the glow, packaged up the butt and looked for the path. It was becoming quite dark.

They found the worn path, and the footing became easier. A little further along, just before they left the trees, a woman was standing on a picnic table. Curious, Alex paused their journey. Another woman leaned against the table in jeans and a tee shirt.

"Don't mind us, she's just looking for a good shot."

The woman on the table looked down. Alex saw that she'd been looking through a camera. "Oh, hi," she said. "Yes, I think this will do." She lowered herself to the table and climbed down using a bench, taking the other woman's arm for support. She was also in jeans and tee shirt.

The first woman looked at Alex's bridesmaid dress and Ann's wine red dress with narrow cross straps. "You must be with the wedding. We're gatecrashers."

"I'm no gatecrasher," the woman with the camera said. Her tone was haughty, but she had a friendly smile. "I've been here all day." Her accent sounded English. "And I have the band's and the planners' permission to be here. You're just my plus one."

"Story of my life," the first woman said. She held out a hand. "I'm Lauren." Alex and Ann returned her handshake, giving their names. "You might remember Mika, who's been putting you in uncomfortable positions all day."

"Story of my life," Alex said, with a grin, as she took the other woman's hand. In the low light it was hard to see clearly, but she thought she recognized the wedding photographer with the strawberry blonde bun, though she'd been wearing a suit, and was now in tee shirt and jeans, like her companion. "Are you planning to watch the show from here?"

"No, I was just scouting for a place I might use later." She repositioned her camera, then took Lauren's hand. "She's the fan, but as long as she's here for the music, I'll find something valuable to do with my time."

They turned to walk toward the pavilion. Alex followed close behind, arm-in-arm with Ann.

It looked like the band equipment was set up. A short woman was tuning a guitar. The area before the pavilion was well-lit. Alex had turned to continue their conversation with the couple when Ann exploded with laughter.

"Oh, my God. Your tee shirts," she said.

"Ah, yes," said Mika. "We match."

Both women were wearing tee shirts with multiple sketches of birds. Lauren, who filled out her tee shirt enough to form shadows, wore birds described as "boobies", while slender Mika's birds were "small British tits."

Alex joined in Ann's laughter. The effects of the weed seemed close to peaking, but she thought she'd find the shirts funny even if she wasn't high, The women were clearly wearing them for amusement value.

Alex and Ann both wanted water, so they found one of the coolers in the cleared area. The crowd grew around them as they slaked their thirst. At the sound of harsh guitar chords it began to grow more quickly. From what Kayla had said, it would be a tiny audience by the band's current standard, but it had swelled to at least twice the size of the number of wedding guests. Perhaps one in three were wearing a suit or dress now. Though Alex felt she recognized many of the newly-arrived fans from Gabby's. She'd lost track of Mika and Lauren.

Neither Ann nor Alex had seen the band, though they both remembered the singer from Gabby's. Alex recalled that Ann had involved her in a scheme to get Kayla's attention. "The bartender is straight," she'd written, and dropped the note into Kayla's cleavage. Alex had since discovered that the bartender wasn't straight, and Ann wasn't honest - well, that part she already knew. But the bartender - Michelle - was the vocalist of a band that was now gaining a statewide following.

"Before the show starts," Ann shouted into her ear, the noise level of the crowd having risen, "I want to say, that dress looks great on you, and I am so looking forward to taking it off you."

"Likewise," Alex said, letting her eyes drift over Ann's very sexy red dress.

Then Michelle yelled a welcome, and the show was underway.

The show was as good as Kayla had promised. Alex screamed and leaped around with abandon.

She saw Lauren dancing by herself. Presumably her partner was off taking the photographs she planned. She dragged Ann over to her to make a group of three, which seemed to free Lauren to bounce and yell like everyone else.

Some time later, Alex saw Mika standing at the edge of the crowd, watching Lauren indulgently. So her partner really was the only fan. Alex hoped she'd found some interesting photos. Eventually, she came over to join them, but encouraged Lauren to continue to rock out with her new companions.

When the final encore was finished, Ann collapsed back against Alex, who caught her by the waist. Just for support, but feeling Ann's body against hers was pleasant.

"Thanks for letting me join you," Lauren said. Her arm was around her partner. "Mika and I have a huge overlap of interests, but hard rock is not one of them."

"I value my ears," Mika confided.

"I'm glad we met you both," Lauren said. "Maybe we'll see you at another show. How long have you been together?"

"We're not together?" Alex said, Ann saying "We're not," at the same time. At Lauren's confused expression, Alex glanced at Ann, whose shoulders nestled against Alex's breasts, Alex's hands halfway around her belly. "I guess it looks a little like we are?" she said. "We're just... uh..."

"Roommates," Ann said.

"Roommates?" Alex agreed. "For the rest of the weekend. We used to be roommates? But this is just a temporary arrangement. And we don't live around here anymore, so we probably won't be at another show."

"Give them your card, love," Lauren said to her partner. "We could meet up if they visit."

Mika nodded and gave them each a business card. "I suppose you will never be wanting my professional services, then," she said, with a smile.

Alex pushed Ann upright to open her purse. She glanced at the card before slipping it in, though she knew what Mika's job was. "No, there are no weddings in our future," she said.

"Not with each other, for sure," said Ann. "We'll be back for others."

Lauren still seemed puzzled as she glanced between them when saying goodbye.

Alex collected her clothes and makeup from the house, and helped herself to a few more bottles of water. There was a limo waiting for the bridesmaids, and another for the brides. Alex was the last of the bridesmaids to arrive, but Kayla and Anita weren't ready to leave yet. She had already checked that it would be okay to take Ann, since they were at the same hotel.

After hugs and good wishes, the brides departed, and the bridesmaids piled into their transport. Alex's high had been fading for a while. She and Ann consumed a couple of water bottles each to ease the descent.

"Hey, would it be okay to drop us at the pancake place?" Ann asked. "We'll get an Uber to the hotel. I'm feeling hungry."

Alex giggled. "Yeah, me too," she said. "Anyone want to join us?"

"You've been in New York too long," said Allison. "It isn't twenty-four hour. There's a twenty-four hour diner, though. I think they have pancakes."

"Oh, right. Yeah, there," said Ann.

There were no other takers, and they had to wait a long time for their ride afterward.

"I was looking forward to helping you off with that dress," Ann said, "but I don't think I'm going to have the energy."

"Same," admitted Alex, glancing over Ann's low neck dress. "Though," she added thoughtfully, "they have to come off? Maybe we take them off each other, then postpone the fallout until tomorrow."

"We could do that," Ann said, tucking her hand into Alex's arm.

They had barely closed the room door when Ann tugged open the bow of the blue sash. Moments later she'd unzipped the light blue dress, and was pulling it over Alex's head, leaving her in her lightweight skin-toned bra, matching panties and heels, which she stepped out of before unfastening Ann's straps. The shorter woman's wine red dress slid down her body, sewn-in cups falling away to reveal her exquisite high breasts. She also kicked off her heels to stand in a black thong.

Alex unclasped her bra at the front, uncovering her own rounded breasts, nipples slightly swollen.

"Still tired?" Ann asked.

"Yeah," Alex replied.

"Me too," Ann griped. "We'll make up for it tomorrow."

Ann nodded agreement, then picked up her dress, carefully folding it over a chair. She tossed her bra into the bathroom to deal with on the next day. Doing that gave her a thought. She opened the room door just a few inches, took the "Do not disturb" sign, and hung it over the outer door handle by feel. When she closed the door she turned the privacy latch to bar entry.

"Good idea," said Ann, folding her dress.

After kicking her panties into the bathroom, Alex climbed into bed. In a moment, Ann had joined her, rolling against her side.

Perhaps if she hadn't instituted the no kissing rule, the passion of a goodnight kiss might have overridden their tiredness. Instead, they'd drift off to sleep, which might be a better option. They would have plenty of opportunity tomorrow to make up for lost time.

Ann had absently started toying with Alex's nipple. It grew firmer and more sensitive under her touch, feeling surprisingly good for her having no strength to respond. Alex reached out to caress Ann's breasts. Her friend snuggled closer, a knee settling between Alex's thighs. She pinched Ann's nipple, and felt her body twitch.

Ann's hand spread over Alex's breast, her palm closing over her nipple, fingers pushing into more of the mound, sinking in. She felt herself getting wet, her response surprisingly strong for having no will to invest any effort.

Ann squirmed against her. Alex felt moisture against her thigh, and heard Ann's breathing rasping softly. The sounds made her wetter.

The fingers around her breast left it, drifting down, sliding over her folds and slowly pressing inside. Alex's heart started to race. This couldn't be happening.

Well, it could, but she didn't have the stamina for it to continue. But it felt good, so she hooked her hands under Ann's arms and dragged her all the way onto her, Ann's breasts pressing into hers. Ann's hips were rocking slowly, shifting her breasts against Alex's. Her finger explored Alex's inner walls, finding places to touch, not pumping, not moving quickly.

Alex shifted her friend higher, her neck on Alex's shoulder. She was heavy against Alex's chest, her breasts squeezing and rolling to the small movements. In spite of her tiredness, Alex found that erotic. She wrapped her arm around Ann's thigh, finding her pussy, then pushing a finger into it from behind. Ann groaned.

Without kissing, Alex heard every sound that her friend made. Her lips were close to Alex's ear. There were soft sighs, rasping breaths, sharp gasps as Alex pushed against the wall of her sex from behind. She wasn't entirely silent herself, as her arousal grew.

Ann's thumb drifted up and began to flick Alex's clit lightly. Her breath hitched and she began to pant. Her heart raced as Ann's hips moved harder against her.

Using her free hand, Alex grasped the side of Ann's breast, then worked her fingers under it, pinching and kneading the swelling nipple, making her friend cry out. She ground herself into Ann, her hip now pressed between her friend's legs.

Ann's cries started to rise in pitch and need. She panted, then made a keening sound through her nose. Alex pushed her finger hard into her friend's sex. Ann jerked, then tightened around the finger. Alex felt a wash of dampness over her skin.

Ann didn't stop the movement of her fingers. Her thumb flicked against Alex's swollen, sensitive clit, and as she pushed herself into her friend she felt the fire within her peak, then sensation flood into her as she came beneath Ann.

She had been too tired for that to happen. Now she was beyond exhausted. She didn't have the energy to move Ann off her body. She didn't even have the energy to ask Ann to move. The regular sounds of her friend's breathing were those of sleep, now, not desire.

She woke from a dream of being trapped under a collapsing house, while workers were trying to cut a path to her with a portable buzz saw. She tried to yell at them to stop cutting, because more beams would land on her, but her body was cool, and the wooden beams were warm and soft.

The buzz saw was a girl snoring by her ear. She couldn't be any more comfortable with her head flopped down onto the bed than Alex was.

Alex managed to slide out from under her body, then roll Ann onto her side without waking her up. She eased the bedcover out from under Ann - no way could she get the rest of the bedclothes - then pulled it up over their bodies.

Alex was alone in the bed. The sheets on the other side were pushed back, the coffee machine was making squelching noises, and there was a scent of coffee in the air. The hotel coffee wasn't terrible, but from experience, she knew that it smelled better than it tasted.

She could hear the shower running. She stretched, then trudged over to the coffee pot. Ann liked her coffee black. Alex preferred cream, but not the foul chemicals the hotel called creamer, so she took hers black, too. The pot was still trickling out the last few drops, but it was close enough. Alex took the pot, ignoring the coffee that spat out onto the hot base and poured two cups. Setting the pot back down, she picked up both cups in one hand, then opened the bathroom door and set both cups down on the washbasin.

"You're heavier than you look," she called into the shower curtain.

"Good morning to you, Alex," came Ann's voice. "I can't tell if you're calling me fat."

"Your body is just fine," Alex said, "but if I have to have an inanimate lump on top of me, I'd prefer a teddy bear."

Ann stuck her head through the curtain. "Are you saying I'm not your teddy bear, Alex?"

"You're Maisie's teddy bear," Alex said. "Also, you snore."

"I do not," Ann retorted, back under the water.

"Which of the two of us was awake to hear it?" Alex asked.

"Obviously it wasn't you, if you thought I was snoring," said Ann. She turned the water off, then towelled herself dry before stepping out of the bath.

Alex ogled her unashamedly, but that was fine, because Ann raised an eyebrow and grinned at her as she stood there, stark naked, waiting to turn the shower back on. Before either of them could make a comment, the strains of Journey came from the room.

Ann rolled her eyes. "Fuck. Teddy bear time."

She squeezed past Alex, who stuck her head out of the bathroom door and hissed, "Seriously? You use 'Faithfully' as her ring tone?"

Laughing to herself, Alex started the shower and stepped into the bath.

When she was done, she towelled herself dry, then crept quietly into the room. No accidental sounds this time. Again, Ann was listening to a steady stream of one-sided conversation, barely saying a word every now and then.

Alex decided that suckling her toes would be far too tame a prank. She strode over to Ann's suitcase, not asking permission before opening it. Ann had stowed most of her belongings in drawers, but the dildo and harness were in drawstring bags. The lube was in the same bag as the dildo, and there was a bullet vibrator in a pocket of the bag with the harness.

Ann watched Alex wide-eyed as she approached the bed. The unfamiliar harness was easy to assemble, and in moments, Alex was hooking the straps over Ann's ankles, then drawing it up to her crotch. After she'd fastened it in place, she turned on the small vibe and tucked it into the pocket over Ann's clit. Then she squatted before her and began to suck Ann's cock.

Ann's eyes remained large, her expression guardedly excited.

She'd been asked to suck a partner's dildo before. She'd thought it was an odd request, and though the woman had delighted in the experience when she'd applied her blowjob skills to the task, she wondered if that was something most lesbians were willing to do, or a request usually fulfilled by bi girls. She still hadn't learned the answer to that question. And she didn't know whether Ann would appreciate it, but she was sure that it would annoy her, and that she wouldn't be able to refuse.

So far both of those seemed true.

Alex gave the cock every ounce of attention she would a guy's. Holding Ann's eyes as she opened her mouth and caressed the silicone with the back of her tongue. Kissing up and down the shaft. Pressing her mouth to the side, suckling as her tongue explored. Moving all the way to the base, then lightly nibbling the shaft with her teeth. Lowering her mouth over the tip of the dildo, letting as much of it as she could take into her mouth, then moving back up, the cock sliding out of her mouth until she had the tip trapped between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

Ann may have tried for a few minutes not to let the blowjob affect her, but soon she was panting, trying to keep the sounds from the phone, sometimes covering the phone with her hand. Alex didn't know if it was the movement of the dildo against her, or the vibrator, or the impact of seeing Alex's mouth on her cock that was feeding her arousal, but one or all of those things was clearly having an effect. Ann's face was turning pink with the effort of keeping from making a sound.

That was probably a turn-on for Ann, too, Alex considered. The lure of the hidden, of avoiding accidental discovery. A kind of exhibitionism. Her eyes held Ann's as she bobbed her head up and down, seeing her becoming increasingly disconnected from her phone call. At one point, there was a pause in small sounds she could hear from the phone. Madison was waiting for a response. Alex could see Ann trying to catch up with the conversation after the fact, finally muttering something non-committal, grimacing as she tried to keep her voice steady.

Changing her focus, Alex moved down the silicone shaft, extending her tongue to run the back of it slowly up the underside of the dildo. She had doubted this would have the result that it would have on the sensitive underside of a real cock, but maybe lifting the toy with her tongue pressed the vibrating pocket into Ann, or perhaps the sight of her using her whole tongue was erotic, but Ann's thighs clamped together, and she covered her mouth with her free hand to suppress a moan.

Drawing her teeth up the side of the dildo - something she'd never have dared to do with a male partner - Alex returned to the head, suckling it before parting her lips and taking it as deeply into her mouth as she could. Then she bobbed her head, lips and tongue moving over several inches of the cock with each stroke.

Ann's back began to arch. Her expression seemed close to panic as she raised the phone before her face, stabbed at a button, then let the phone drop to her side as she cried out. The muscles in her belly twitched fiercely as she came, continuing to jerk for several seconds before their movement began to slow. She lifted the phone again and pushed the button again.

"Did you hang up on her?" Alex whispered.

"Shh," Ann replied, quietly. "Just muted." Then she made a few murmurs of agreement to the voice.

There was another pause on the other end of the line.

"Just quiet," Ann said. The quaver in her voice was obvious to Alex. "Late night, you know?" She was masking the fact that she was breathless by leaving pauses between her words. "Wedding. Tied one on. My head, today, you know?"

Alex squirted lube onto her fingers and began to coat the dildo with it. Ann's eyebrows rose. She whispered, "Oh, fuck," but didn't try to stop her. She did begin trying to interrupt the one-way conversation on her phone as Alex squatted over her thighs and began to impale herself on Ann's cock.

"Madison, I have..."

Alex guided the dildo into herself, stopping to add more lube.

"Madison, I'm meeting..." Ann broke off and tried again. "Madison, I'm meeting the people I was with... yeah, yeah, they probably will be hurting, too, but we set a time... Madison - Madison, I really need to go now."

Alex had her hands on Ann's waist, pushing her back as she lifted herself away from Ann's sex, before lowering herself again.

"Madison - Maddie - I'll call you before I leave, okay? Tomorrow. I fly out tomorrow." Another few seconds of sound from the phone.

The dildo was wider than any real cock Alex had experienced. The initial stretching had kept her moves slow. Now she was feeling less uncomfortable, and began to move at a steady pace.

"Thanks, Maddy," Ann said. "I love you, too. I'll see you tomorrow." After another pause, "Yes, I am, too." Then she stabbed the button to end the call, checking the display before tossing her phone onto the nightstand. "You can't call me an asshole when you fuck around with me like that."

"Yeah, I could see how much you hated it?" Alex retorted. "I don't think you cared whether you hit mute or hangup." She took Ann's hands in her own, pushing against them as she lifted herself on the dildo. The ridged surface gave a small thrill as it slid out. Then she relaxed, her weight driving her sex down into Ann's, the fat shaft filling her, rubbing against the walls of her sex. Her belly tingled as her arousal grew.

Still gripping Ann's hands, she changed the motion from mostly vertical to a slow circular front to back movement, pushing forward into Ann's pussy, then drawing back along her thighs, forcing the shaft down. The change in angle seemed to make Ann's eyes darken with lust. Her own need continued to build as she kept up the motion for several minutes.

Images of the previous night taunted Alex. Their bodies squashed together, feeling so wanton that it overcame their tiredness. Both women barely able to function, but so caught up in their craving that they couldn't let go until they'd had each other. She wanted that again, but while she was conscious enough to appreciate it.

First, though, she needed to be closer to her own edge. She shifted her hands to Ann's ribs. Holding the woman's dark eyes, she began to bounce against her hips, driving herself ever closer to release.

Alex's thighs had begun to twitch when she stopped moving, panting hoarsely. She needed only seconds to fall into pleasure, but she held back. Ann's expression was confused. She ignored her friend's hunger, and held herself still, the cock nestled deep within her. Only when her breathing began to return to normal did she lower herself, working her legs out from beneath her to stretch out behind her. Then her breasts were flattening Ann's, and being flattened in turn.

Moving her hands to the smaller woman's shoulders, she settled into her. The shaft was deep inside her, the gentle buzzing of the bullet vibe still sounding from its pocket against Ann's sex. Slowly, she gripped Ann's shoulders and pushed her body into the other woman's, the cock sliding even further home. Then she lay there, unmoving, the cock nestled deeply inside her. She tried to keep her need at bay, though the feel of Ann's body against hers made her continue to pant with lust.

And the vibe was still charging Ann's arousal, so even stationary, the girl beneath her continued to moan. She felt her belly and thighs shift against her as Ann's body responded. They lay together for several minutes, Alex's desire rising, while Ann's breasts rose and fell more rapidly against hers.

Alex lifted her hips at last, feeling the ridged cylinder sliding out of her, then lowered herself onto it, her sex pressed to Ann's. Her breathing was becoming heavier. Each time she breathed out it became a sharp gasp, followed by a deep breath in.

Ann's eyes were burning with passion, which inflamed the passion within Alex that cried out to be fulfilled. Her friend's lips had parted as she panted, and every time she exhaled she made a soft moan, which became louder over time. Her face was a scant couple of inches from Alex's.

Gripping Ann's shoulders again, Alex pushed herself forward. The rolling, shifting motion of the other woman's breasts against hers, hard nipples digging into her soft flesh gave her the wanton feeling she had sought. Ann's hands were around her back, pulling her even closer, the cock burrowing deeply into her. Ann's lips made an O an inch from her face.

And then it wasn't an inch, and Alex didn't know whether she or Ann had moved, because there was suddenly nothing that mattered more than Ann's mouth fastened to hers, Ann's tongue ravaging hers, while her own fought back savagely. Ann's naked desire for her fed her own for the woman beneath her. She felt her racing heartbeat in her breast - or maybe that was Ann's, in the breast crushed to her own. Her breathing had become harsh and fast, while Ann moaned into the kiss, her fingers curled against Alex's back, short nails digging into her.

Their bodies began to bounce together, though their mouths remained joined. Each thrust slammed her hard into Ann, while each lift drew the cock many inches out of her.

Ann's hips bucked as she came, shoving her pussy hard into Alex's. Her writhing shifted the cock within Alex, who felt the edge she'd resisted approach. Not that she'd moved, but that the cliff edge of her climax crumbled, so that Alex fell into it, her whole body quivering with ruthless pulses of pleasure. She squirmed against Ann, their kiss intense as their bodies joined.

There was no barrier to kissing after that; no rule to try to curb their passion, because, why? They had another day to enjoy each other. After that it was back to real life. So each time they came together they allowed lust free rein.

Eventually they dragged themselves out of bed, showering again before leaving the hotel. Having the rental car allowed them to travel to places they'd been unable to visit for two years. Alex, at least, could spend a few more days recharging, and she didn't think Ann was as nostalgic for the area as she was.

Ann left the dildo in its bag for the last night of her stay. Alex proved that her tongue didn't need the toy to please Ann, while Ann showed that she didn't have to be impatient when she took her time with Alex, her fingers and tongue delaying gratification until Alex begged for release.

On Monday morning, Ann's phone played the opening bars of Faithfully. She kicked the call to voicemail, then texted Madison that she was packing and couldn't take the time to talk. Which seemed a better idea than telling her she was currently going down on her roommate.

"Hey, Alex?"

They were halfway to the airport in Alex's rental car. Alex was planning to return to the hotel to sleep after dropping her friend off. Allison had texted the wedding group chat that she and Natalia would be at Gabby's, and she hoped Alex could make it, since she wouldn't be in the area after the end of the week. She needed to catch up on sleep before that.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"Friend of mine has a cabin upstate," Ann said. "He offered it to me for a low, low cost if I ever wanted to use it. Upstate's beautiful in September. You want to join me?"

"You're inviting me for a dirty weekend?" Alex asked, incredulous.

"No, no," Ann said. "I'm inviting you for a dirty two weeks. I figure we can get high and fuck the first week, then go sightseeing the second week while you pee out any testing residue. And fuck, of course."

"Of course," Alex said drily. "Maisie?"

"I doubt we'll be together by then," said Ann.

"You'll have someone on a string, Ann? You always do."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ann shrug. "Whatever. I'll make it."

"You're still an asshole, you know?" Alex said. "We'll never be more than fuck buddies."

"Friends, too, right?" Ann asked.

"Well, yeah," Alex agreed. "Friendly fuck buddies. If I'm seeing anyone the answer's no. I'm not going to cheat on them."

"Them? So you might try again with a guy?" Ann asked.

Alex felt herself scowl. "Probably not," she said, "but I'm not ruling out anything. Including getting a transfer to the West coast? Though I guess if I do that, the chance of me seeing someone is low."

"Let's stay in touch either way, this time," said Ann. "You keep me honest."

Alex laughed so hard she almost drifted out of her lane. "You've spent four days cheating with me? Keeping you honest is the last thing I've been doing. And I would never try, because you'll never be honest."

"Which is exactly why it works," said Ann. "You're not trying to pretend. You can tell me how much of an asshole I am by text, then in September you can tell me in person, while we fuck."

"The idea does have a certain appeal," Alex admitted.