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  My head rolls back as she fucks my hole with her tongue. I felt the tightening in my spine and I leaned back and grabbed Jerry’s thighs. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted as she licked my clit fast. “I’m going to come,” I scream. Her tongue flicked my clit and she brought two fingers into my hole and began working them in tandem.

  My thighs began to shake and I collapsed on top of her in a pile of saited mess. My orgasm was so strong that my body is pulsating on top of her. I can feel my pussy contracting around her tongue and she moans as she withdraws from me.

  “Up, love,” she places her hands on my ass and lifts me off of her mouth but before she does, she’s bites my clit. I cry from when she bites down on my clit.

  With liquid muscles, I manage to rest my back against my headboard and spread my legs. I reach over to my bedside table to take the lube out. “Come on, baby,” I beckon as I open the top of the lube and spread it on my fingers.

  Once Jerry is sitting in between my thighs with her legs over mine. I ran my hand that didn’t have the lube on it over her leg. With my lubed hand, I rub it over her pussy and then into her ass. “I’m so horny,” I whisper.

  She grabs one of the vibrators and sticks it slowly into her ass and then holds the other end out to me. “Come on, I’m so ready to go.”

  I stick the other end in my ass gently. My ass spreads for the invasion and I pass through the first couple of rings of muscles. I can’t fight the gasp that flies out of my mouth as I push my lower half closer to Jerry. This is my favorite part. I love the intimacy of connecting ourselves to one another.

  Reaching over, I grab the other one and then probe my pussy hole with one end and then rub it over Jerry’s clit. “Feel good?” I moan as I seat myself on the ends and then I turn on the vibes in our ass.

  She arches her back and then bumps her pussy mound against mine and we begin to ride our ends. Each pass from her clit to mine, makes my eyes water. “Fuck!” I scream as I tighten over my dildos.

  “Shit, that feels good. Faster, harder,” Jerry moans and then begins to hump them harder. “Yes!”

  “I’m gonna come!” I scream and then I explode over it. Still high off my orgasm, I reach in between our pussies and push on her clit to get her to come. “Come for me. Give me it!” With one hand, I lean back so I can have leverage to hump her from my end. Our legs are in a scissor and each time we hit our clits together we both scream.

  “Yes, yes, yes, yes.”

  Jerry drops onto the bed and shifts fast like she had a seizure. “I just came so hard.”

  I reach in between us and swipe my finger over her clit. “Stop, stop!”

  With ease, I lay back on my bed and grab the dildo in our pussies and pull it out carefully. “You’re a bad girl, being so bossy,” I say and hold the end that was in my hole out to her. “Clean it off.”

  Not one to disappoint, she pulls the one in our asses out and I wince from how fast she did it. Most of the time it’s carefully. This was hard. She wraps her red lips around the end and starts sucking it off.

  “That’s it,” I whispered and rubbed her cheek. “You’re so beautiful, babe.”

  She hummed her appreciation of my compliment and then climbed off the bed. I watched in silence as she got herself dressed and walked to the door of my bedroom. “One of these days, I’m gonna stay the night, Liz.”

  I shrugged and let her walk out the door. The truth is, I didn’t want her to stay the night because then I would get too comfortable with the way it feels to have her by me.

  That’s one thing that was nice about being in relationships. The cuddling and the next morning. Making breakfast together and enjoying each other’s company. You don’t get comfortable because that is when feelings and hope get involved.

  I allow myself a few minutes of feeling close to Jerry as I snuggle into my bed completely satisfied. I really do like her just fine, but we are different in so many ways. She is a full fledged lesbian and I am a person who doesn’t believe in titles. I know that it bothers her that I sleep with men too, but it’s something that I enjoy doing.

  Well, pity party is over and it’s time to get my room back to the right way. Once I have cleaned the toys and then made sure everything was locked out in the living room, I go into my bathroom to shower.

  “Good night, Davey.”

  He whistles and then yells: “Good night, whore!”

  “Fuck you, bird!”

  “Fuck you!” His voice is little chirps and it makes me laugh when he sounds like a chipmunk.

  Ever heard that stereotype of lesbians wearing too much perfume? It’s true. Jerry wears a lot of Axe and it makes me sick to smell it in the afterglow of orgasms. I rip the sheets off of my bed and quickly remake it with new ones.

  Garrett

  Audrey has been gone for a whole week and my world is so much quieter. She makes things feel alive and actually makes people enjoy being together. Which is exactly what our lack of family needed. We don’t talk too much and I know Audrey is happy to be away from our parents.

  Me: miss me yet?

  Baby Sis: nope

  Me: liar

  Baby Sis: you miss me yet?

  Me: I’ll admit it if you do

  Baby Sis: nice try, old man

  Baby Sis: how’s it goin?

  Me: all right. you know, working and all of that shiz

  Me: you?

  Baby Sis: just tryin to fit in here… it’s diff than back home

  Me: you ready to come home?

  Baby Sis: not a chance. gotta go. new neighbor wants to hang out. love you

  Me: love you

  Baron and I have been scheduled to work the night shift the past two weeks and I think it has something to do with us requesting time off to help Audrey move. While Baron is a strict morning person, I am able to work nights. Hell, I love them. It’s so fucking lax in the department and everyone is more calm.

  Plus, the crimes are more interesting.

  “Michaels, get your shit,” Malik says as he runs to the door to get to the garage.

  I grab my coat and secure my belt while I run after him. “Where’s Baron?” I ask Malik as I reach my squad car.

  “Dude, I’m right here!” Baron wipes a smug look off of his face when Malik looks at him.

  The look is pretty close to a look of pissed the fuck off. “Where were you?”

  “Taking my break.”

  I grab his elbow and direct him to our squad car. It’s better to leave Malik alone when he’s in these moods. Things only get worse when you poke him. One time someone asked him what his problem was, and he punched him in his neck. Straight up fucking punched him in his neck.

  I sit in the driver’s seat and buckle up while Baron sits next to me and adjusts the CB. “What’s the crime?”

  Typically at night time, you will come across more outrageous crimes and it’s fucking awesome. Some of these parties are insane and the cases make for an interesting night. Like one lady glued her husband’s dick to his stomach because he said something about her sister being hot. Yeah, made me get rid of all of the glue in my house.

  Paperwork sucks, though.

  The grainy voice from dispatch clicks in and I strain to hear it. “Domestic dispute at a sex club. Woman says husband is stalking her there.”

  See, told you. You don’t get this kind of shit on days.

  Baron tries to gather as much information as he can while I drive behind Malik. Our sirens are off so most people don’t even recognize our non-descript cars. It makes it easier for these types of things.

  We pull up to this seedy building with the siding coming off and I look over at him and he takes a deep breath. “So I may or may not have been here before…” Baron says as he gets out of the car.

  Inside is red on top of red. When you think of a sex club, this is what you think. Leather and lace and a bunch of people having sex. However, you don’t get to hear the sounds. There’s a bunch of different noises around the club and when I hear a whip c
onnect to skin, I jump out of my skin.

  I walk up to the bar to see if we could have footage from the argument but before I get there, I notice something out of the corner of my eye. I’m dark featured so I have always been attracted to lighter features and this blonde goddess has got my attention.

  She turns to the side and I can see her whole profile. This woman is gorgeous. Normally, I like thick women but lately I have been hanging out with the skeletons. This woman is somewhere in between.

  I’m about to approach her when she turns and our eyes meet. My mouth literally feels as if there is fucking lead in it. Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell is she doing in here?

  Liz

  I started attending the sex clubs about two years ago. It’s not that I’m embarrassed to attend these things, but no one has to know what I do on my own time. I don’t advertise it nor do I promote it when I leave.

  However, I do partake in the activities.

  Matt: Whatcha doin, slut?

  Me: not you!

  Matt: yeah right. you wish you could get this dick!

  Me: at the club

  Me: you comin?

  Matt: yeah, I’m comin, just not in the way you are!

  Me: whore

  The party usually starts around ten and I arrive at midnight. That is when people start to get loosened up and when I get to play more. I’m not into the BDSM scene nor do I enjoy being hit, but I do like the bondage and wax play. There’s something about being suspended from the ceiling and being fucked from behind. I like to feel as if I’m weightless and it’s the best way.

  I’m standing in line and I feel someone’s eyes watching me. Of course, I’m still dressed even if it’s scantily. I’m wearing one of those bralette things that is lace and a pair of short yoga shorts. My heels take me to an average height and I enjoy being this height because I don’t feel like a little kid.

  I placed my order for my drink when I turned and came face to face with Audrey’s oldest brother. “Uh, Garrett…” I yell over the music and wince when Jerry stumbles into me.

  Jerry was the one that got me started into coming to these things and she and I love it. She’s such a fun person and she’s down for anything which is nice. The first few times that I came here, I was nervous about people knowing who I am or who my parents are. However, now, I don’t care and I feel as if I can do whatever I want. It’s a great feeling to know that I can let go and be me.

  She wraps her arms around my waist and squeezes. “Hey, baby. How are you doing?” While she’s waiting for me to answer, she dips her fingers into my shorts and rubs my mound. “I love it when you wear these shorts, love. I can’t wait to get you out of them.”

  My eyes are still on Garrett when I answer Jerry. “Kiss me,” I state to her and she automatically follows direction. Her warm full lips caress mine and her tongue slips into my ready mouth. I’m staring at my best friend’s brother and I’m daring him to say something.

  Say something… I know you like it.

  I forget everything and I slip my hand down her side and slide into her red shorts. My fingers graze her soft skin and I dance them on down to her pussy. Jerry moans and I dip my finger to her clit. I begin fucking her mouth with my own and she matches me.

  It’s my turn to moan when her fingers dip in to my shorts and grab my ass. “You’re so hot down here, Jerry. Are you ready to fuck?” I taunt and circle her clit faster.

  Before she answers me, I take my hand out of her shorts and put my fingers on her lips. “Taste how hot you are…” Her lips are swollen from me kissing her and she wraps her tongue around my fingers which causes both of us to moan.

  “Fuck me…” I hear and look to my side and see Garrett leave.

  Looks like I got him and I hope he knows what kind of place this is. I try to get this feeling of having to prove myself to him out of my mind. Why do I care if he knows I fuck women too? God damn it. Why do I care?

  Jerry starts sliding her hands around my shorts and she caresses my ass hole. “I love fucking your ass, baby,” she whispers and begins kissing down my neck.

  My mind is being assaulted with images from Garrett. For some reason, I’m not feeling Jerry right now and it’s scaring the shit out of me. I have never entertained the idea of sleeping with Garrett and I have no idea why I now feel as if I need to see him.

  “Sweetie, I’m sorry, I need to go,” I push her back a little and immediately walk towards the door.

  The club is dark and dingy looking but I love the lighted candles that hang on the wall. Many people try to get on the list in order to get in but I didn’t have to any of that. It pays to know a few people and to be the daughter of the governor.

  Oh, did I forget to mention that?

  Yep, dear ol’ mom is governor of California and is on her second term. Needless to say, I don’t tell many people this because it’s kind of intimidating and then they start looking at me funny or start asking for things. Yeah, my mom has money but that doesn’t mean that she’s handing it out to me to give to others.

  People are so ignorant and it’s sad.

  The minute that my over heated skin is soaked in the rain, the better I feel. It’s so hot in the club and it gets me going. It’s this strange feeling when I’m surrounded by naked people getting it on. It’s almost as if I feel like I belong to something and I don’t have to hide who I am.

  Ben knows a little bit but not too much. Even though he is technically dating my best friend, I know he is still seeing other women. I think he genuinely likes her but not enough to pick up and move to Texas with her. Which makes sense, because it’s obvious that she didn’t like him enough to stay.

  Speaking of Audrey…

  Me: hey

  Me: whatcha doin

  Audrey: you know, a little of this a little of that

  Me: you ready to come home yet?

  Audrey: you ready to move out here?

  Audrey: lol… no, really.

  Me: maybe sometime

  Audrey: don’t get my hopes up. i’m lonely

  Garrett

  What the fuck did I just witness? We came looking for domesticated violence and I see my little sister’s best friend making out with a woman. Never thought I would see that… ever. I don’t know too much about Liz but I never pegged her as a lesbian. Hell, I’ve seen her dating men.

  A sex club? Wow.

  Baron and I are walking out of the club and I try to catch my breath as images of what I would do to Liz flood my mind. I know that there is not a damn thing I could do about it but… Fuck. I want to taste her.

  I didn’t even realize that I have been staring at my computer blankly for more than ten minutes until Baron comes strolling by and punches me in my shoulder. “What’s got your panties all in a twist? Some chick? I told you if you keep plowin’ through all of these hoes, one is going to get you locked up.”

  I don’t bother correcting him on the fact that I’m not sleeping with all of these women because then he will know how I’m struggling. “Don’t think that just because we are at work, I can’t beat your ass, little bro.” Yeah, not the best come back, but still. I’m getting tired of him running his fucking mouth about shit that he doesn’t really know about. “It’s not about some hoe.”

  Shit. I think the last time that I slept with some random chick… Damn, it must have been months. No wonder I’m pondering shit like how much work it’s going to take to get Liz into my bed. Or hers. I hate it when chicks don’t know when it’s time to leave.

  “You need to get laid.”

  I turn towards the voice and notice Dave, a hot shot rookie who thinks the sun sets on his ass, is leaning on the door with his arms and feet crossed. Funny thing is that Baron and I knew him from the Army.

  He was a little bitch back then and got his ass kicked numerous times because he ran his mouth. Dave thought he was funny to take the picture I had under my pillow of my old Liz and show everybody it. It’s childish, but it was a picture of her naked. She mai
led it me right before we left for the sand box and I kept the photo hidden.

  Her beautiful blonde hair was swirled all around her pillow and her lips were twisted into a coy smile. I always thought that the smile meant she had a secret and it turns out that I was right. She had many secrets. Like Damien fucking Alexander.

  If I ever saw him again, I would probably kill him. He fucked Liz and then fucked her up. She’s never going to be the same again and it’s all his fault.

  Needless to say, Dave is a little punk ass bitch and needs to be punched again.

  “Dave, don’t you have someone’s ass to kiss?” I mutter and turn back to my computer. Getting tired of the nonsense, I look at my screen and try to concentrate. “Are we going to paint each other’s nails and talk about who is cuter in the Kardashian gang?”