“Good,” she purred, sliding into me. “Because I intend to use it like the real thing.”
Suddenly, I felt Jay knocking against my backdoor. I was so slippery from crack to crack that my ass gave no resistance. I had always dreamed of doubling my pleasure—something else only Jules would have known—but I didn’t know if I could take it.
“What are you going to do with me?” I moaned, a bit fearful.
“What do you think, girl?” Jay said, inching up my ass, touching something hot and tingly inside my tail.
Jules kept filling me with endless cock. “What comes naturally,” she said, now giggling uncontrollably.
I could feel both their tongues on my neck and, caught between them—wet, fluid, and getting wetter—our bodies merged: Jules’ into mine, mine into Jay’s. “We love you, Rox,” they whispered, over and over again, in my ears. And, screaming my heart out, I loved them, too.
Jay turned off the camera then came back to bed. I was cuddling up to Jules, and he cuddled up to me.
“You think it came out?” Jules said.
“It better have,” Jay said.
“Hey, it’s not like I don’t have more tape,” I said.
Jules and Jay stopped talking. They looked at each other then down at me. They started to laugh.
“Rox, you missed your calling,” Jules said.
“And what’s that? Getting it on with my best friends?”
“No, silly.” She brushed my lips with a kiss. Jay gave me a squeeze. “This. Us. What we did. Taping people getting it on. There’s money in that, you know. You could start with friends.”
“Yeah. Sure, Jules.”
She looked ove
r me at Jay again.
“Jay, would you tell this girl I’m serious.”
“She’s serious, Rox. As a hard-on.”
“I can see it now, your name in neon lights, on a sign off Main Street. Intimate Videos Done Here. Satisfaction Guaranteed. Clean. Efficient. Discreet.” Jules raised her head, raised it up high. “Roxanne Richards—The Pornographer.”
“You really think so?” I said.
“You have to ask?” Jay said. “Take a look at us.”
We all laughed, me the loudest.
I rubbed my chin, going “Hmm. Hmmm.” It was expected of me, and I never felt more obliging. But I thought about it a little more, then I started to think about it a lot more. Until I found myself—lying naked in bed between my best friend and her husband, a video camera pointed at us, deeply satisfied—I found myself contemplating this whole new line of work.
Josey’s Puddy Cat
Jonathan Luckett
My name is Josey and today is my birthday! I’m sitting in this chic new bar on Wisconsin Avenue, three blocks from the Georgetown Mall, with my man of nine months, Damon, and six of my closest homegirls from way back. We are just kicking it, listening to the musical vibe, sipping on these tight sour apple martinis that this cute bartender made extra strong for us, ’cause it’s my special day!
Damon just finished toasting me, grinning my way as he raised his glass to those luscious brown lips of his. I replace my glass on the smooth bar surface after taking a swallow and excuse myself for a moment. Damon, with those sensuous eyes sparkling, leans in softly to ask me if I am ready for my surprise.
“Josey,” he says, stroking my back in a sensuous kind of way, “my baby’s puddy cat ready for some action?”
I feel my face flush and my back tingle with excitement as I nod. Damon and I have been talking about my present for over a month now—he promised that this would be a birthday that I’d never forget. One of the things I love about Damon is that we have the kind of relationship where we can talk about our fantasies without jealousy or uneasiness. And we have spoken at length about what we both desire, sharing delicious visions that float around the ether as we lie in bed after a sweaty session of lovemaking. My thong is moistening with anticipation of things to come. Damon, I know, will not let me down tonight….