Chapter 12

In the open doorway, a chilly night breeze sent the blouse swirling around Daisy’s still-heated torso. With the bra shoved in her purse, the flapping over her sizzling nipples sent jolts racing through her. As she stared into Shelly’s sad eyes, the universe continued doing a slow swirl. Given what they’d done, her heart continued to pound like a bass drum, and beyond the front porch’s single light, the darkness pulsed in time with its rapid beating.

“Mmm, sweetie. You could, uh, stay the night?” Shelly murmured while dragging soft fingertips along Daisy’s cheek. “Just us, if you want. Bob’s, um, still passed out.”

“No. Thanks, Shel. It was, uh, wonderful.” After a shaky whimper, courtesy of another wonderful aftershock, she managed a tired smile. “Th-Thank him for me.”

“Oh, honey. You thanked him already. Poor man. He’s gonna be dreaming about you for a long time.” With a sigh, she took the fingers away and pursed glossy lips. “But it wasn’t everything you’d hoped, was it?”

“No.” At the woman’s look of disappointment, Daisy smiled while slipping a hand into Shelly’s open robe to skim her shaking ribs. With a soft moan, the older woman arched silken skin, slick with sweat, into her palm. “I mean, you’re both so kind and gentle, but”—she shook her head—”it’s only made it worse, Shel.”

“Well, call if you need anything.” As Shelly nodded, loose dark tresses slipped across her face in another gentle gust. “See you tomorrow?”

“Yep.” She forced a chuckle before removing her hand and pulling the loose robe together. “Gotta earn dah moolah.”

“If you change your mind, you’re more than welcome to, uh, come back here.” Shelly gulped. “Anytime.”

“Thanks. I mean it, Shel. Thanks for this. It helped.” She sighed before turning to head for a waiting rideshare. “A little,” she whispered while her heels click-clacked into the darkness.

Later that night, she lay naked, spreadeagled atop the sheets. Even after a long icy shower and beneath the ceiling fan going full blast, her body wouldn’t cool.

Although she tried to sleep, images and sensations of the evening flooded into her. With a moan, she gave in and moved a hand down a shaking thigh to play a finger along her aching seam.

“Mmm, sexy Shelly,” she murmured as the fingertip squelched, dipping inside her.

With her eyes screwed shut and pulse racing, memories came into focus. Shelly’s talented and long tongue, so delicate, downright magical; it knew right where to go ... and what to do. The woman’s heated breaths battering her from those supple, always-moving lips.

Suddenly Daisy froze. Her eyelids flew wide to gaze at the spinning fan blades.

“Fuck. He was so...” Her voice morphed into a winding whimper as the entire finger sank into her slippery tightness.

As soon as the first dribble oozed from Bob’s pulsing swollen dome, everything else had faded. A fever had gripped her. Surging heat, wrapped in such need, had inundated every part of her desperate body. Profound loneliness encircled her being.

Overwhelmed, she’d surged from the mattress. Once more, she was back on the highway—or partying in college. With a groan, her widening lips shot forward to engulf its silken heated flesh.

While sucking in air, Bob had let her nibble downwards along his lengthy shaft until he was deep in her throat. Only after her hands landed on his muscled rear had he clamped her head tight to the curly stiff hairs of his solid groin.

“J-Jesus, Shel. Mmm, fuck. She’s...” He’d gulped loudly as Daisy kept mashing into his bristly pubes with a slow twist. “Her nails are fucking sharp. Hungry little thing, aren’t you?

It had been so long—far too long, and with her mouth full of wondrous, throbbing cockmeat, she was lost amid billowy clouds of bliss. Not to mention the exquisite wine and mind-numbing weed had also done their part. Nothing existed but the slow dragging of her stretched lips around its pulsating length. Soon his thick fingers tightened to her bobbing skull, and his groans became more intense.

At Shelly tugging off her panties and pulling her legs apart, the universe had blinked. After the woman’s head dived between them, the first slow drag of her tongue along Daisy’s seam had sent sparkles across her vision. Muffled, Daisy’s groan sent frothy bubbles around Bob’s warm, pulsing rod. Every muscle across her frame twitched.

Between louder chewing and more powerful suckling, Shelly giggled, then lapped with that luxurious tongue. When it plunged with a forceful swirl, the world shuddered once more, sending furious flames of pleasure through her. After a cock-muted scream, Daisy had bobbed ever quicker, sucking in wet bubbly air whenever she could.

Under her hungry assault, soon enough Bob had grunted. Although his fingers tightened, he let her work the magic she’d missed so much. Right as his talented wife had pulled one more muffled, bubbly scream from her, he’d fed her dessert. With pulse after pulse of thick gooey warmth filling her belly, Daisy’s world became only the pulsating taut velvet tube between her slurping lips.

When Shelly sucked hard, the universe twisted, then smeared, before wobbling and imploding into a swirling blaze of sounds and colors. With a cry sending spurts of frothy jizz down her chin, she had bucked, lifting her Shelly-chewed tits from the creaking bed. Only as she crumpled, letting the shudders ripple through her, did the sniffling begin.

As she’d curled tighter, Bob pulled from her throat with a slurp. After a final lick as his gloopy cockhead left her mouth, Daisy had dropped away, gasping for air.

The real sobbing began.

Why?

Somewhere above her in the blurry haze, the couple’s hungry kisses had sent spears of loneliness through her. To their rhythmic moaning, her eyelashes had fluttered shut.

After awakening with a start to rhythmic grunts and the rocking bedframe’s forceful creaking, Daisy rolled her head towards Shelly’s sudden moaning. When she peeled open one eyelid, the couple swaying beside her in the gloom came into focus.

Unified, they were lovers. She was not. Hers was far away. Lost. A gasp stole the air from her lungs. World spiraling, she scanned the darkness—for the first time. Earlier, she hadn’t looked for Dan’s ghostly eyes watching her.

“Not once,” she had murmured as Bob’s massive dark pole sawed through her friend’s stretched pussy lips.

With a wave of sadness, she slid her sweat-slick frame from the bed to dress. It was only after she’d crept downstairs and called a ride that Shelly had found her crying in the foyer. Robe hanging untied and with a wince at each shaky step, the woman had limped closer.

Once the car had pulled from the curb, Daisy glanced over her shoulder at the brunette clinging to the doorframe. The trip home had been a blur. In the darkness beneath the whirring fan, she drew the shiny finger from her still-spasming seam.