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Bird Brained, Chapter 2 by L K Baxter
In the morning, just as I was falling asleep, they woke up. The
first coherent thing I could hear was him.
"Oh shit! Look at the time!"
"Are you late for something?"
"Yeah. I've got to get back to my apartment and change. I've got a
meeting with Kapple at 9, and I had a meeting with him yesterday. I
don't think it'd look too good wearing the same thing two days in a
row.
"I hate running off like this, and I'd like to see you again, but
I've already made plans for the weekend, so if I don't see you at
work today I'll see you on Monday."
"No problem." The words were fine, but I know Gwen. I knew the tone
of her voice. What she meant was, "No fucking way." Odd. I would
have thought, at least after last night, that she'd want to see
this guy again. (Yeah, I know he sounded a little abrupt, but this
was all I heard ... or at least all I wanted to hear.)
It wasn't five minutes after he left that the doorbell rang. I
thought he'd come back, but it was our neighbor. The one to left.
Molly.
"Who was that?"
"Tim. He works as an accountant at work."
Molly seemed to be mulling this over for a few moments. "Wait a
minute! Isn't that the guy ..."
"Yeah, it was him."
"So?"
"So what?"
"What do you mean `So what?' How was he?"
"Good."
"Oh come on, it's been a year since you've got fucked and all you
can say is `Good'?"
"It was good ... very good. Look, I've got to get to work. I'll
talk to you when I get home."
"Great. Joe's leaving this afternoon for a conference. He'll be out
all weekend and next week. I'll come over, and you'll tell me aalll
about it."
"I'm not going to get rid of you until I agree, will I?"
"Nope."
(BTW, did I mention that Gwen had gone out with Dave on a Thursday
night and it was now Friday? I didn't? Mea culpa.)
True to her word, Molly showed up not ten minutes after Gwen came
home.
"Moll, you could've given me a few minutes to relax first."
"Is that the way to talk to someone who brings food," Molly said as
she pulled a bottle of wine, what turned out to be a pound of
steamed shrimp, and two baked potatoes out of a shopping bag.
"Moll, you really shouldn't have gone to the trouble."
"What trouble? The wine we had, I had 'em steam the shrimp at the
store, and I zapped the potatoes. Melt some butter, and you'll tell
me about last night as we eat."
And they did. Gwen told Molly everything that happened. Granted, it
was from her perspective and she had more details of when he butt
fucked her, but it was all as I said before. They also killed most
of the wine. I could tell both of them were getting a buzz.
"So when're you seein' him again?"
"I'm not."
"Whaddaya mean you're not?"
"Look, it felt good, and I don't regret sleeping with him, but I
don't want to have a relationship with him. I don't know if I want
to have a relationship with anyone right now, but definitely not
with him."
"Too much baggage?"
"In a word. Besides, I only dated a few men before I met Tim, and I
would've been happily married to him forever, but that's all
changed. After fucking Dave last night, I think I'd like to try
more. Hell, they way I feel right now, I think I could try
anything."
"Anything?" They had been sitting on the couch, finishing off the
rest of the wine. I noticed that Molly had her hand (left) on
Gwen's thigh (also left), and it was nearing the hem of Gwen's
dress.
"Moll? Whaddaya doin'?"
"You said you were interested in trying anything."
"I meant men. Besides, what would Joe say?"
"He'd ask to join. Gwen, Joe and I `fool around.' Have for years.
Hell, we were always trying to figure out how to get you and Tim in
bed."
"I don't think Tim would've been too crazy about bein' in bed with
another guy."
"Shit, Joe's a typical guy, straight as can be -- would never touch
a guy, but really digs seein' two women do it."
"I don't know ..."
"You never considered it?"
"Well ... There was one girl in high school. She and I ... Once, I
was sleeping over at her place, and we started talking about the
guys we liked, and we ..."
"... wound up jacking each other off?"
Gwen looked down sheepishly, and softly said, "Yes."
"You never went back to her place, did you?"
"No."
"Honey, you don't know what you're missing."
Molly had been edging closer to Gwen as the spoke, her hand
caressing further up Gwen thigh. She now took Gwen's face in her
hands and kissed her. (By the way, Molly's an inch or two taller
then Gwen with short, brown hair. Her breasts are smaller than
Gwen's, but she has a much nicer derriere.)
At first, Gwen started pulling away, but then she started
tentatively kissing Molly back-- maybe it was the wine, maybe she
really was willing to try anything. She hesitated for only a few
moments, but then she started kissing Molly with possibly more
passion that she'd kissed Dave the night before, probing Molly's
mouth with her tongue.
>From my vantage point, I couldn't be sure who started removing
whose clothes. I'd like to think it was Molly -- her hand had
already been almost all the way up Gwen's dress -- but it almost
looked like Gwen started unbuttoning Molly's blouse. Either way,
Molly's blouse and bra were soon off, and Gwen was gently pushing
Molly till she lay on the couch, Gwen on top of her. Molly seemed
to be taken aback a little by Gwen's force, but soon was working
Gwen's dress off her. As she removed Gwen's bra, she bent upward
and started licked Gwen's tits; taking one nipple into her mouth
and then the next, she started alternating between taking little
nips and making fast flicks with her tongue. Gwen, meanwhile and
between moans, removed her panties and stockings and then started
undoing Molly's jeans and panties. Molly reached between them and
cupped Gwen's mons, inserting one, then two, and finally three
fingers into Gwen, pistoning in and out, her thumb playing with
Gwen's clit. Somehow, she was able to keep her mouth on Gwen's
tits.
I could tell that Gwen was close to cumming, and I guess so could
Molly because she pulled her hand from Gwen, bring them up to her
mouth, licking the juices off. Gwen started protesting that she had
been close to cumming, but Molly only cupped her own breasts and
said, "Not yet." I guess Gwen took the cue, because she bent over
Molly, kissing her and then slowly working down to her tits, sucking
on one while she fondled the other, her knee in Molly's crotch,
pulsating back and forth. Molly herself seemed close to cumming as
she pulled Gwen up to her. Embracing, they kissed -- their tongues
fighting each other -- and they interlocked their pussies, grinding,
fucking against each other as they came.
Gwen wasn't done as she stood up, turned around, and lay back down on
Molly, planting her cunt in her face as she locked her lips on
Molly's clit. Undulating their torsos, they licked and sucked each
other, Molly sticking one finger into Gwen's pussy and then into
her ass. Finally, both just grasped the other's ass and held on as
they came together. Unentangling, Gwen turned around and lay beside
Molly as they cuddled, licking their juices off each other's face.
"For someone who didn't seem to be that interested, you seemed to
enjoy yourself."
"I said I was interested in trying anything ... within reason. I guess
I really was. You said Joe's away for the weekend?"
"And all week."
They gently kissed and continued cuddling as they drifted off to
sleep. I was tempted to squawk and wake them, but I was afraid
they'd start again. Granted I'd just witnessed a scene that, if I
were still alive I'd love, but I couldn't shake the feeling that
this was my wife and that in two nights I'd seen her fuck another man
and eat one of her best friend's pussy.
They weren't asleep for long -- a few minutes at best -- before Gwen
woke up, a mischievous grin on her face. (To be blunt, the one on
her other lips was rather mischievous, too.) Molly was still
asleep, but that didn't stop Gwen as she slowly kissed down Molly's
body. Gently twisting Molly around until her ass was at the edge of
the couch, Gwen got on her knees and began eating Molly's pussy. As
she awoke, Molly wrapped her legs around Gwen's head, pulling her
further into her crotch, her hands reaching down to cup Gwen's tits
as she came. She beckoned Gwen to stand up, having her pause only
to allow her to lick her own juices off Gwen's face. Having Gwen
stand in front of her, she leaned forward and buried her face in
Gwen's pussy, her hands caressing Gwen's ass, pushing her even
further towards her mouth.
Molly didn't go home that night and went home on Saturday only to
get a bag of "goodies": dildoes, vibrators, and harnesses. That was
the only time either of them wore clothes that weekend. They didn't
always make love. Often they simply cuddled on the couch or in the
bed. They took long baths together. They danced. Mostly, they
fucked. In the bed, on the couch, on the floor, in the tub. Once,
Molly put on a double-headed dildo and a harness (I guess to hold
the dildo in place) and bent Gwen over the kitchen table as she
fucked Gwen up the ass, holding onto her tits, using them as
handles. (From my perch I could see the table and little else of
the kitchen.) Afterwards, Gwen did the same to her, only to pull
out and have Molly lay on her back on the table, pulling Molly's
legs up around her head, giving her ready access to Molly's ass
as she plunged back in, leaning over to nuzzle on her tits or
reaching down to play with her clit.
Early Monday morning, Molly finally left so she could go to work,
but she was back that evening, bringing over several changes of
clothes. She practically moved in that week, and they made love
every chance they could. Dave was never mentioned. Joe called
several times. (Molly brought over her cordless phone with her in
case he called.) All Molly would tell him was that she had a
surprise waiting for him when he returned on Saturday night.
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