Chapter 60

"So what happened?" Krissi asked several days later. "How far did you two go?"

"Not very far," Devlin said. "He did some groping, you know, typical guy stuff, and I gently discouraged him."

"You don't want to discourage him too much."

Devlin looked around the crowded dining hall before answering. "If I'd wanted to, he wouldn't have gotten as much as he did. I've learned a few things."

Krissi smiled. "And what did you do when you weren't with him? I know you. You're hot-blooded enough you were probably in a sexual fever all weekend."

"Guilty as charged."

"Danny?"

Devlin shook her head. "I was supposed to see him today, but Sue went into labor. I went to Cindy's place last night."

"Cindy's?" Krissi sat up and leaned forward. "I didn't think you were going to go there any more?"

"I'm doing it as a favor."

Krissi smothered her laugh. "That's kind of absurd, when you think about it. Your boyfriend is in town for a three-day weekend, and you go have sex with two or three men you barely know shortly after he leaves."

Devlin shrugged. "When you put it that way, it does sound silly. Cindy's trying to get pregnant, and she wants to make sure it's her husband's baby. I said I would fill in for a few times until she catches."

"Yeah, that is one drawback to this whole thing. Did you and Doug have fun?"

"Doug accepted a job in Portland at Portland State University. I went in place of Cindy. And as for having fun..." She shrugged again. "There was a new couple, apparently they joined after Doug and I stopped going. He tried to maul my boobs; she kept touching them, and she only stopped when one of the others told her that they were real. I get so tired of that."

"Blame every plastic surgeon in the country."

Devlin traced her fingers through the circle of moisture her glass had left on the tabletop. "I know, I know. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but it still gets on my nerves. I don't mind it so much when a guy does it, because it's usually a prelude to everything else. But when a woman touches them..."

"I touch them."

"I know," she nodded, "but that's different. You don't keep pinching them, and you don't keep lifting them to see if you can find a surgical scar."

"Surgical scar... ? Oh." Krissi grimaced. "Yeah, that's kind of the pits. So what else happened? What was the new guy like? Did you do a one-on-one with him? Inquiring minds want to know."

"I was in the master bedroom," Devlin said, "so there were several of us on the bed at the same time. He was okay. A little more aggressive than most guys, and he didn't try to wait for me. If that's what he normally does, no wonder his wife's so enthusiastic about the lifestyle. Oh, and it would help if he shaved. He ate me—he's okay with his tongue—and I swear my thighs are raw this morning. The other guy was much better, slow and gentle, but rough at the right time."

"You've been with him before, haven't you? He knew what you liked."

Devlin nodded. "Back when Doug and I were going there we'd be one-on-one with a couple in the spare bedroom. Of course he and I got together later in the evening when he was tired, which helped him last longer."

"One of the things I like about the lifestyle. Didn't you once tell me that there were three couples in the master bedroom at Cindy's?" Devlin nodded. "So what did you do with the third guy?"

"That was Cindy's husband. I stayed behind to help 'clean up'. After all, I didn't have kids waiting at home or anything, and when we were more or less alone..."

"More or less?"

"Well, Cindy was present. I don't know where she spent the evening, but she got back about 10 or so, about the time everyone was getting dressed to leave. I waited until the others had left, and then I blew him."

"To completion?"

"No, not to completion. I got him close, and then he and Cindy did it while I took a shower and cleaned up. Besides, in the general mess on the bed somebody had come in my hair, and I wanted to get the stuff out of my hair before I went back to the dorm."

"I can see that."

"What do you tell Steve?" Devlin asked. "Or does he know?"

"He doesn't know," Krissi said, "and I have no intention of telling him. We aren't seeing each other very much right now, and—"

"My God! What happened? I thought you two were—"

"Nothing happened," Krissi said. "He's at the University of Chicago until September. We see each other a couple of times a month. I go up there every other weekend. The rest of the time..."

"The rest of the time you're free to party."

Krissi nodded. "That'll end when he comes back. We're going to move in together, but until then I'm packing in as much fun as I can. And I'm not going to tell him about what I do, either."

"You go up to Chicago on the weekends you're not going to Emma's."

"Safest place to scratch that particular itch."

"Don't wear him out when you have him all to yourself," Devlin laughed. "I suppose you're not going to introduce him to the lifestyle."

"I don't think so," Krissi said. "We might... later, but I'm not so sure. We'll go wherever his job takes him. My job... I only need a place to plug in my computer. What about you and Evan?"

"We definitely won't be in the lifestyle," Devlin said. "I'm not worried about 'sharing' him with other women, either. It would distract from his career. Plus you don't know how reporters dig into things. No, when we're married we'll be living a long way from Central Illinois, and I'll be the dutiful wife who happens to sell practical lingerie."

"It's a good thing your company doesn't compete directly with Victoria's Secret and other companies like that."

"That's not our target market, you know that."

"Still..."

"I own some things from Victoria's Secret, and if a woman asks me for something like that, I refer them to the store here in town. Turnabout's fair play, they refer women to me."

"You should come with me," Krissi said. "To Emma's, I mean, not to Chicago."

"Perhaps."

"Hmm, that's more than I got out of you before. You were trying to turn into a nun or something for Evan. What's changed?"

"Not much. This last week was an object lesson in my needs."

"Which is why you went to Cindy's last night."

Devlin nodded. "My fingers spent so much time between my legs these last few days that it was like they belonged there. I had to go to Cindy's."

"Yeah, there's nothing like a certain piece of male anatomy—"

"Let's not forget the rest of their body."

"Certainly not! Anyway, fingers might be great, but they're not a long-term solution."

"I fully agree," Devlin said. "I think for most women they've become a necessity. But looking ahead, I thought I'd get back into things, at least for a while."

"What changed? And don't tell me it's a dissatisfaction with your fingers."

"Oh... things."

"Uh huh. What happened? Does Evan have some deep dark partying past?"

"That's what I've been told."

"So what's sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose."

"No, not really." Devlin traced the condensation on the tabletop with her finger. "From what I've learned he's sobered up a bit."

"Devlin." Krissi's voice dropped and she looked across the table intently. "What changed? This isn't the way you sounded a few days ago. Truthfully. I'm your best friend, and I want to help you."

Devlin sighed, staring at her soft drink. "Truth to tell, I learned something about myself this last week."

"Oh?"

"I used to joke about it with Sue. You know, how lucky it was that her oversexed husband should happen to meet up with an oversexed girl. These last few days I realized that wasn't so much of a joke."

"You discovered that you need to get laid."

Devlin nodded. "I heard guys talk about it at Emma's, but I sort of discounted it. After all, I was a woman. Guys have a physical pressure; they get blue balls. A woman doesn't."

Krissi smirked. "No, we call it something else, if we admit it at all."

"Which no girl does. There's no polite euphemism for it, or at least I haven't found one."

"Neither have I. How do you say 'I want some guy to fuck my brains out'? There's more to it than that, but when you get down to the mechanics of it..."

"A girl isn't supposed to be that way."

Krissi nodded. "No, we're not. And you, you've gotten it so often that it's probably almost a physical need."

"When Evan and I were dancing I could feel him reacting to me, to my body, and it was all I could think about."

"I'm sure he would have welcomed it."

"I thought about it," Devlin laughed, but it was a shaky laugh. "Don't get me wrong, I really thought about it. You don't know how much I thought about it. But I said we wouldn't until we were married, and I intend to keep that vow."

"Make sure your wedding night is in some place with fire suppression equipment," Krissi said. "If you don't, you two will probably spontaneously combust, and burn down the place."

"Yeah, they'll just find charred remains. Anyway, after what I heard the other day, I'm glad I didn't."

"Something about Evan?"

Devlin shook her head. "No, I was talking with one of the girls in my Admin class. She's been dating a guy on the ISU football team. She told me that a lot of male athletes judge women by how easy they are. Not all of them, mind you, but quite a few. A lot of girls throw themselves at athletes, and those guys get to thinking they can have any gal they want, and in some way that cheapens the whole idea. The women they can't have become that much more desirable."

"And so by not going to bed with Evan..."

"By not giving into what my body is crying out for," Devlin said slowly, "I make him desire me all the more." She gave Krissi a tight-lipped smile. "It's a great theory, and according to Robin it seems to work, at least she thinks so. But nobody said anything about what the girl goes through."

"Especially if she's been very active," Krissi said, nodding. "And you, my dear, have been very active indeed." She sighed, staring across the crowded dining hall. "I could only dream about getting it every day of the week."

"Hey, that only happened in high school."

"Yeah, and it's been two or three times a week since you started college, and I won't even add what happens at Emma's."

"I don't know who dreamed up this whole idea that a girl doesn't have needs or feel urges," Devlin said. "But if I ever meet her..."

"Me, too." Krissi finished her cup of coffee. "So... I assume that for the next few months you're going to be giving into the urges of your body."

"Something like that. I wouldn't put it quite so bluntly. A woman's supposed to show some discretion, after all."

"Hah. It's everything mothers can do to stop their daughters from the moment puberty hits. In your case, you lost that fight when you were 14."

"Well, 13, but who's counting? And I didn't lose the fight."

"No, you surrendered willingly." Krissi smiled. "Ever since I figured out the effect I had on guys, I've been the same way. I've just never had your opportunity."

"Well, I certainly made the most of it," Devlin said. She finished her soft drink and pushed it away. "I'd had plans for this afternoon, but they're in abeyance for now."

"Are you suggesting something?"

"Only if you're willing."

Krissi laughed and began stacking the dishes from their lunch on her tray. "I'll take that as an invitation. And I'm certainly willing—more than willing—if you are."

They walked back to Krissi's apartment. Several passionate hours later—they lost track of the time and it was dark outside—Devlin heard her cell phone ringing. Disentangling herself from Krissi, she went looking for it. She found it amidst the tangle of clothing that started at the front door and led directly to the bedroom.

"Um, yes?" She saw her reflection in the mirror next to the door and pushed at her hair out of habit. She felt absolutely wonderful, sort of heavy and yet light and fluttery at the same time, tired, but it was a happy tired. The apartment was a little cool, though the floor was warm. What else would make her nipples stand out so much?

"Devlin? It's Danny."

"Oh, hi Danny? What's up?" She thought of his body, and how she'd like to wrap herself around him, how she wanted to take all of him and lose herself in his strength and passion.

"Sue had the baby! That was about 30 minutes ago. She's fine, and the baby's fine."

Devlin had to kick her mind into gear. Baby. Sue. Sue and the baby. Sue had her baby. She swallowed, forcing her mind back to practical matters.

"Sue's all right?"

"The doctors tested her a few minutes ago." Devlin could hear the relief in his voice. "She didn't lose any feeling, and she actually stood and took a couple of steps after the delivery." He laughed. "She walked as far as the wheelchair, and collapsed into it."

"Well, I would expect so. They don't call it labor for nothing. What about the baby?"

"It was a boy, 6 pounds, 12 ounces, 16" long. He's in fine shape. Great set of lungs."

"That's great!" She heard Krissi come up behind her. Krissi pressed her body against her, running her hands up to cup Devlin's breasts as she dropped a couple of kisses on her neck.

"Have you settled on a name, yet?"

"Not yet," Danny said. "We were both so convinced it was going to be another girl that we didn't even try to think of a boy's name."

"Well, let me know. What time are visiting hours?"

"Not for another couple of hours. It's barely 5 o'clock right now. Visitors hours aren't until after 7:30."

"I'll be over to see the two of you," Devlin said, and then corrected herself. "No, I take that back. The three of you."

"I'll see you then! I've still got dozens of calls to make."

Devlin put her phone down and turned around. Krissi's hungry mouth met hers.

"Danny and Sue had a boy," Devlin got out around kisses.

"So I gathered." Krissi took her hand and started for the bedroom. "Now are you going to come back to bed, or am I going to have to ravish your body right here on the floor?"

"I thought it was my turn to ravish your body," Devlin said as she let Krissi pull her back into the bedroom.

"I don't care," Krissi said, "as long as we get on with the ravishing."

Devlin laughed and nibbled at Krissi's peaks, slowly kissing her way lower. She felt rather than heard Krissi's smile as she finally dipped between her friend's legs. She probed her friend's entrance with her tongue, feeling Krissi quiver each time. She rolled Krissi's taste across her tongue, savoring the flavor. Then slowly, teasingly, he kissed and nibbled the insides of Krissi's thighs as she circled around the blonde's apex.

When she finally touched the foreskin over Krissi's clit the blonde gave a soft cry and tried to push up into Devlin's mouth.

Devlin pressed her fingers down on either side of Krissi's clit, just brushing that sensitive bud with the tip of her tongue. She entered her friend with the fingers of her other hand, pressing up. Krissi caught her breath, and Devlin could feel the walls of the girl's pussy fluttering and squeezing.

Devlin waited until the pulses had stopped, waited until Krissi had caught her breath, and then resumed her licking. Krissi quivered, her hands going to Devlin's head. Her whole body was tensing, and as Devlin licked and sucked, her friend shuddered and came again.

Twice was enough, and when Devlin started rubbing, Krissi pushed her away, closing her legs. Krissi pushed Devlin onto her back and started kissing Devlin's tummy. Her hands sought Devlin's breasts, squeezing them playfully as her tongue found Devlin's clit.

Devlin closed her eyes, letting the feelings take her wherever they wanted to go. After her first climax Krissi slid up her, caressing both their bodies, and nestled their legs apart. They both began moving, rubbing, touching, kissing, the urgency of their blending pushing all thought away. They came in each other's arms, skin to skin, soul to soul, soaring together into wildness.