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Authors name: Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com)
Story title : We Become Swingers - Part 1
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We Become Swingers - Part 1
By Kristen Kathleen Becker
June 1998
Dear Reader, while this story can be read on its own,
it includes references to events described in an
earlier story. If you are curious about those events
you should read "The Peephole." You can access it at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kristen/www/stories/
-=*=-
It had been about two months since Carmen and Peter
moved into the apartment behind mine in the big old
Victorian mansion on Rose Lane.
Jeff and I befriended the older couple and I persuaded
Carmen to be my running partner. I'd been looking for
a running companion for some time, and Carmen fitted
the bill perfectly.
Through our many conversations while jogging down back
roads we became as close as sisters. Carmen, however,
talked me into a sexcapade, letting her and Peter watch
Jeff and me make love without Jeff's knowing, and after
that I kind of withdrew from my new neighbors a little
bit.
Jeff took it pretty well, but in the stark light of day
I felt embarrassed by what we had done, and it was a
while before I could face Carmen and Peter again.
Carmen was still my running partner, though, and we
continued to run together every evening when I was at
home alone without Jeff, so it didn't take me too long
to get comfortable around her again. We no longer
discussed any sex-related stuff, and I pushed the
peeping incident into the back of my mind as having
been just one of those things...
Well, I know better now.
You see, I have an "experimental" outlook on life. I
also have an active imagination, which includes things
sexual. I guess the unusual and kinky excite me more
than they do most women. Its always been that way for
me, as far back as I can remember.
The good part about it is that all my boyfriends have
really liked that about me. The bad part is that some-
times I get talked into things that other women rightly
walk away from.
This story is about what happened last night. I'm still
a little shaken by the whole thing, but thought I'd
write about it while it's still fresh in my memory.
(Kind of therapy, I guess.)
-=*=-
The topic of sex came back up last night. It was almost
dark by the time Carmen and I finished our ten-mile run.
We were doing our "cooling off" exercises in the front
yard when she asked if we could use the computer to do
a little cruising on the swinger sites.
Well, I enjoy looking at the various kinks these swinger-
types advertise, and I didn't want to offend Carmen by
playing the prude, so I agreed, but just for an hour or
so because Jeff was coming over at eight o'clock. He and
I had been apart all week, and I had special plans for
him that evening.
We hurried up to my apartment, and Carmen turned on the
computer while I went to take a shower. I was soaping up
when the bathroom door opened and Carmen popped her head
round. "Hey, Krissy, how about you and Jeff having dinner
with Peter and me tonight?"
I opened the shower door slightly and looked out, intend-
ing to say that Jeff and I planned to dine at Raffia's
Place in town, but my answer stuck in my throat.
Carmen was standing in the doorway, completely naked.
When I regained control of my voice, I exclaimed:
"Carmen, what are you up to out there?!"
"Nothing. I just thought we could take a shower together.
It'll give us more time at the keyboard." She walked in
and opened the shower door, then stepped into the tub
next to me. I felt very embarrassed.
Yes, I know we'd had sex not two weeks before, but I
really hadn't planned on making a habit of it; in fact,
I was still a little freaked from the earlier experience.
I'd already started to protest when Carmen placed a
finger on my lips and said "Shush!" I looked into her
beautiful eyes (Carmen looks very much like a young
Lauren Bacall. No, she really does.) and felt myself
coming under her influence again. It's funny, but only
a moment before I had been busily washing my body,
thinking of nothing in particular, but here I was,
standing open to my friend with my knees trembling,
prepared to let her do as she pleased with me.
I watched the water running down her lovely breasts
and thought: "Life is strange." After that all I could
think about was the feel of her lips wrapped around
my left nipple as she sucked it in to her warm, moist
mouth. God, it felt good!
The water was cascading down on both of us now, and
Carmen's auburn hair was sopping wet as she bent over
my breasts. I remember thinking that I mustn't get my
hair wet, or I wouldn't be able to go with Jeff to the
movies.
It was as if Carmen had read my mind, because she
twisted us round into the full spray of the shower
head, and pressed me against the wall. The jet of
water came straight down on me, and my hair very
quickly became plastered to my head.
Now completely soaked, there was nothing to hold me
back, and I began to feel heat building inside me,
an excitement I usually only experience with Jeff when
we make love. I hadn't planned this, but the contact
with this sexy older woman was driving me crazy.
She began pressing down on my shoulders with her hands.
I didn't know what she wanted from me, so I resisted
until she told me to "sit." (My shower is one of those
inserts that has a built-in tub with surround, and this
particular model has a seat formed at the back inside
corner.)
Not knowing what else to do, I let her direct me into
a sitting position facing her. My face was now at the
same level as her pussy, and I could see rivulets of
water running down her flat stomach, beading up on her
furry little strip of trimmed pubic hair. Was I
expected to do something to her? Did I want to? I was
confused, but her dewy pubes did look rather sexy.
Her pussy now disappeared from my line of sight, to be
replaced by her lovely face. She was kneeling in front
of me, pushing my legs apart, while water continued to
rain down on us as if we were in a summer storm.
I looked on as she bent her head down between my legs,
and jumped when her warm tongue began tickling my clit.
I was amazed that she was able to home in it, without
any preamble, straight to my pleasure nub. It felt
fantastic! I'd never had any similar experience before.
Carmen knew exactly how to excite my body, and every
move she made with her tongue drove me higher than I
had been the moment before. One moment her tongue was
playing over my clit, the next it was delving between
my pussy lips to wiggle inside me. She really knew her
stuff!
Just before my orgasm hit I realized that she had been
playing my body like an instrument. I had no control
over the sensations she had brought on me, and I
blushed to realize that she had taken me to a higher
pitch of arousal than sex with Jeff ever had.
I lay back against the wall, quietly moaning, quite
unable to stop myself from coming. The water was beating
down on my swollen nipples, and battering my contracting
stomach muscles as I came on Carmen's tongue.
Within a few moments the pleasure sensations had become
so intense that I begged her to stop. She wouldn't,
though, and kept up the tongue torture while I squirmed
around in a vain attempt to escape.
At last I slipped off the shower seat onto the floor of
the stall, which had the effect of pulling Carmen's
mouth away from my screaming clit. I was breathing so
hard that when she brought her mouth to mine, I had
either to pull away from her or be smothered. I rolled
into a fetal position on the shower floor, instinctively
covering my crotch so that she couldn't do anything else
to me; I needed time to recover.
She reached up and turned off the shower before lying
down beside me on the shower floor. "Krissy, I don't
think I've ever seen anyone come so strongly; you were
beautiful." She hugged me, but I still couldn't speak,
so we lay for a few minutes in silence.
After a while I began to move. I felt I had to get away
from Carmen before she turned me into a lesbian or
something. I had enjoyed our sex too much. She'd totally
controlled me, body and soul, and that really bothered
me. No, it frightened me!
"Carmen, we have to get dressed! Jeff will be here soon,
and I don't want him seeing us like this!" I hoped she'd
accept that, and maybe even return to her own apartment.
However, she could read me like a book and realized that
I was uncomfortable with the thoughts she'd helped put
into my mind.
"Krissy, don't feel bad about what we just did. It's
called swinging. It doesn't mean that you're queer;
just about everybody who swings does the same. You're
a natural, you know. You should try the full deal;
you'd love it, and so would Jeff; I'm sure of it. You
know, I was disappointed when you covered our peep hole,
and it's been so frustrating being around you and Jeff
all the time, just knowing that you guys would make
perfect partners.
And yes, I do know that you considered it, but rejected
the idea because Peter and I have had so many lovers.
But I assure you, we're perfectly safe. With AIDS tests
and condoms, it's safer than dating."
I was staring at her large, erect, dusky-colored nipples
while she was explaining that I wasn't queer, and that
the swinger life-style was as natural and easy as a walk
in the park, when Jeff walked in!
"Shit!" I mumbled under my breath when I saw my man,
wide-eyed, standing in the doorway. His mouth was open
as he stared disbelievingly at us.
We were sitting, naked, on my bed; Carmen's arm was
draped around my shoulders, and the palm of one of her
hands was making little circles on my stomach.
I jumped up and tried to cover myself. Carmen, however,
just leant back, supporting her body on elbows.
I was just grabbing my robe when I turned to see her
smiling at Jeff, and slowly parting her legs for him. I
was suddenly angry with her. How dare she flirt with my
boyfriend! I realized that she was doing what she must
have done hundreds of times before. She wanted to fuck
Jeff, and she also wanted to line me up for her husband.
The thought excited me, in spite of myself. I knew I
ought to say something to stop all this, but I didn't.
Instead, I stood as if frozen, watching the scene. My
handsome man, his long blonde curls resting on broad
shoulders, stood quietly surveying Carmen.
Meanwhile she was sitting in front of him, with her
strong, tanned legs spread wide, displaying her per-
fectly trimmed snatch. Her bright-pink pussy lips were
slightly open, exposing her core, and her clit was
distended in obvious excitement.
I held my breath for what seemed forever, waiting to
see what would happen next. I didn't have to wait long.
To my surprise, Carmen got up from the bed and began
to dress. But even now she was putting on a show for
Jeff.
I could see that he was bulging his pants, and so could
she. It was so erotic to watch my man watching her. Still
standing naked, just out of Jeff's line of sight, I was
delirious with excitement.
As Carmen slipped on her T-shirt, she said: "Jeff, I hope
you liked the show. I was just asking Krissy if you two
would join Peter and me tonight for some sex, swinger-
style. I'd really love to fuck you, and I mean that."
She walked close by Jeff, brushing his crotch with her
hand as she passed, and came over to me.
Jeff swung around and saw me still naked, holding my robe
in my hands. Carmen paused in front of me and said in a
low voice: "Do think about it, Kristen. I've got to have
some excitement or I'll go crazy in this little village.
I promise you it will be quite safe."
That said, she leaned in close, pushing me back against
the wall. Beginning a long, deep french kiss, she made
me part my lips, then sucked her tongue into my mouth.
In no time I was panting for breath, then Carmen stepped
back and, winking at Jeff, strolled out of the room.
Continued in Part 2...
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"You'll find that many of the things we hold to be true, are only
that, from a certain point of view."
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