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Subject: "Bird Brained" Chapter 2
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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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