Oh. I was relieved. Sort of. Or did that mean she was a lesbian? I really had no idea what to think about that, but Chad gave a rueful chuckle. "That's a shame."
"My loss I'm sure," Jenny said, with a grin. "You're pretty hot for a guy, so I'm sorry to disappoint. But I might have a way of making it up to you. What if you let me borrow your girlfriend for the night, and let you watch?"
That she had the nerve to bargain with him for me turned me on. Also, offended me a little. I couldn't decide which impulse was stronger, so I just asked, "Oh, hey, don't I get a say in this?"
Jenny leveled me with a flirtatious smile. "Do you want a say in it, Pretty Girl?"
Well, I wasn't sure how to answer that. Because while I wasn't sure I wanted to be borrowed, I was still running hot with arousal. Especially when she called me Pretty Girl, which made me melt a bit. And the idea of doing anything else with her while Chad watched was driving me crazy. But did I want to admit it?
Thankfully, my boyfriend rescued me from having to answer. "I'd love to watch you two together, so if you're into it, Kim…"
I didn't know if I was into it. I just knew that I was outrageously horny and that if Chad was with me, things couldn't go too badly. He always made things better, safer.
We went back to her apartment—a stylish flat with a white lambskin rug on the floor and lucite tables. Everything was cool and sexy, just like Jenny. I wasn't so cool. Having no idea what to expect, I was shaking like a leaf.
But Jenny had her arms around me and her tongue in my mouth before we even got in the door. We hadn't kissed before, not mouth to mouth, and the intensity of it—the feel of her tongue darting between my lips—gave me a serious high. She was all over me, her hands under my skirt, her body rocking me back against the wall of her entryway.
"Whoa," Chad said, both in surprise and in warning.
Jenny was only a little chagrinned. "I don't like to wait," Jenny breathed, her mouth smeared with my lipstick. "And I don't like to be teased. I spend all night every night in that club, getting guys off. But when I take someone home, I get what I want. You're going to give it to me, Kim, aren't you? Because you don't get to come again until I do."
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I'd fallen under some kind of spell. I let Jenny draw me down with her onto the couch, shaking with desire, and a little embarrassment too that Chad was watching this. I felt like I was still putting on some kind of show, like in the club, and it gave me pause. What if I did something to piss my boyfriend off?
Chad took an armchair near the sofa without being invited, the hardness of his erection pressing reassuringly against his pants. "Mind if I smoke?" he asked Jenny.
"Yeah, I do," she replied. "But given how nervous your girlfriend is, I'd say you've never done this before, and since you're willing to make an exception, I will too."
Chad grinned and lit up.
Meanwhile, Jenny crept closer to me and a spark ignited between us. A rush of heat flowed through my veins. "I'm going to kiss you again, Kim. But this time, slow and wet and like I want to get you into bed. Because that's what I want. I want to fuck you, Kim…"
Could women do that to one another? I mean, I knew what women supposedly did together, but did that count as fucking and did it matter? Taking a drag from his glowing cigarette, Chad gave me a look of reassurance . . . and encouragement. He wanted me to do it. He wanted me. Both of them did.
And that made me feel like the center of the universe!
Jenny scooted a little closer and she smelled like coconuts. She'd showered off the glitter and sweat from the club, and now her skin was even lovelier. Like make-believe. I wasn't even sure this moment was real. I quickly wetted my lips with nervous assent, my hands clasped in my lap. Jenny's fingernails traced the curve of my cheek before pressing her lips to mine, plump and soft. She used them to tease me, tickling the corners of my mouth until I gasped.
With a wicked grin, she asked, "Did you ever fantasize about being with a girl before?"
I wasn't sure how she found a way to speak because I was breathless. "No—Not…I hadn't really thought about it."
Chad exhaled a little smoke. "But now she's going to for sure. Kim's a little bit innocent…"
"We're going to change that tonight," Jenny said, letting her hand drift over my shoulder in a caress, then down to my nipple and giving it a pinch. The jolt of arousal she sent through me was so strong that I moaned. Then Jenny batted her eyelashes. "You've probably heard that girls are soft and pretty and gentle together. But I'm not going to be gentle with you, Kim…"
I felt suddenly like her prey. Jenny palmed both my breasts, squeezing them to the point of pain. "It feels good, doesn't it? You like it. Your nipples are getting harder just thinking about how I'm going to pinch and pull at them. They're going to hurt. They're going to ache
when we're done. You want that, don't you?"
"Yes," I whispered, because I was so mesmerized I couldn't think to lie.
Jenny and I kissed again, her body pressed tight to me, her fingers sliding up the other thigh. "Open your legs for me," she said, and when I hesitated, she asked, "Don't you want me to touch your pussy, Kim?"
"Oh god." It wasn't an answer, but she tilted my head back and kissed her way down my throat, biting me there until I moaned out my consent. I wanted her. I wanted her to touch me. My body throbbed with this unfamiliar craving just as I parted my knees, and her nails dragged up my thigh, slipping into my panties to play with my pussy.
She moaned, too, at the touch of me, and that emboldened me to touch her. Tentatively, I reached out and squeezed at her round breasts, until she leveled me with a stare. "I don't remember giving you permission to touch," she scolded. "You earn that, Kim. For now, you keep kissing me and let me play with your wet, swollen little cunt."