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My Friends the Allens -- Among Friends
by Mark Aster

= = =
Note: this story takes place in a fantasy world where
vaccines against AIDS and pregnancy are safe and common,
and casual sex with strangers is not suicidally stupid.
The real world, sadly, is not like this: so don't try
this at home, folks.
= = =

Warm naked female skin presses against my palms in the
darkness.  She kisses me again, and her breasts are smooth
and soft and tender against my chest.  I wonder who she is?

Earlier that night, five of us lounged around in the Allen
sisters' livingroom.  Pat and Julie Allen were there, of course,
and me, and Rachel Kaplan and her lover Ariana.  I hadn't
caught Ariana's last name, probably because I was too distracted
by her self.  She is a medium-sized slender girl, with long
red hair, clear pale skin, and an interesting scattering of
freckles.  Her eyes are large and green, her forehead high,
her mouth wide and smiling.  Ooops, did I say "girl"?  I
meant "woman", of course.  She's nineteen or twenty, although
with slim hips and small breasts; I'll bet with her hair in
pigtails and the right clothes, she could pass for fourteen.

Watching Rachel and Ariana together was amazingly erotic;
they were so obviously in love, so obviously fascinated by each
other, so obviously hot for each other.  Every so often as we
all talked, they would suddenly catch each other's eyes, stop
talking, just stare at each other for long entranced moments,
or put their arms around each other and kiss, bodies pressed
together on the couch, hands caressing each other through
their clothes.  We aren't a very inhibited bunch.

Pat slid off her chair and sat beside me on the rug.  I put
an arm around her, and we cuddled together.  She could tell I
was admiring Rachel and Ariana, and she grinned at me.

"What is it that men find so fascinating about women in love?"
she asked, to me and to the room in general, as the pair moved
apart again.

"Oh, I dunno," I answered lazily.  "Women excited, turned on,
full of desire, but no other men around to get in the way.
Other men are always rivals, you know, and you wonder if their
cock is bigger than yours, or if they can spit farther.  Man
things.  So if I'm going to admire lovers, it's especially
nice if they're both women."  Ariana laughed.  I ran my palm
over Pat's shoulder, up to the base of her neck, and behind
her head.  I leaned forward, cupping her skull in my hand, and
kissed her throat.  She purred, and ran her fingers through my
hair.

"What you really mean," suggested Julie from her chair, "is
that when you see two women kissing, your mind immediately
starts to construct a B-movie porn flick around them."

"Well, yeah," I admitted, lightly squeezing Pat's heavy round
breasts through her shirt, and kissing her collarbones.  "But
I construct dirty movies around women in general; two women in
love are just that much more attractive.  What can I say?
I'm an incorrigible bastard."

"Well, at least he's honest about it!" said Rachel from the
couch.  Her mouth was perfect and pink; for a moment I envied
Ariana.

"That's why we love him," said Pat, and I kissed her lips,
sinking my tongue into the sweetness of her mouth as she put
her arms around me and moaned quietly.  There seemed to be
something hot and sexy in the air that night; the apartment
began to smell of love and desire as we listened to jazz on
the stereo, and the necking got more serious.  Rachel and
Ariana breathlessly excused themselves and went off to the
guest room.  Julie looked at her sister.  "Pat," she said,
"you had better take him to bed; I hate to see a man suffer
so."  Pat grinned and led me away.

She stood next to the bed, and I stripped her slowly and
carefully, stopping frequently to kiss her mouth and her
warm solid body.  She smiled and stretched, standing with
her arms over her head, as I ran my hands over her breasts
and knelt to take off her jeans.  "What is it in the air
tonight?" she wondered, as I slid her panties down and
nuzzled the soft fragrant hair between her thighs.  "I
feel so young and clean and sexy."

"It's Rachel and Ariana," I answered, sliding my hands back
up her body, cupping her big firm naked breasts and kissing
her ear, "they're like newlyweds."

She unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my nipples.  "You want them,
don't you?" she asked, undoing my pants.  My cock sprang
gratefully out.  I stroked the top of Pat's head as she licked
the sensitive underside of my shaft with her long blunt tongue.

"Ah," I gasped, "I want all of you, all four of you gorgeous
sweet decadent women.  But you'll do for now."  And I hoisted
her up and knocked her over onto the bed.  She laughed and
reached her arms out to me.  I fell on top of her, between her
legs, my body pressing her into the mattress, her tongue warm
and probing in my mouth, her hands caressing my back and my ass.

"Do it to me slowly," she whispered, "slowly and hot and for
hours."  She closed her eyes and kissed me softly as I entered
her.  We fit together as beautifully as ever, her moist dark
female depths swallowing and squeezing the throbbing hardness
of my cock.  I penetrated her and fucked her slowly and
lovingly, and she rocked her hips and her fingers tightened
and loosened on my sides.  I kissed her face and her eyelids
as our bodies moved together.  She licked my chest and sucked
on my nipples, and currents of pleasure flowed from her mouth,
through my chest, out my cock and into her smooth wet pussy.
We both struggled not to lose ourselves, not to give in to the
urgency building in our bodies, not to let it end too soon in
quick raw animal sex.

After long exquisite minutes, Pat's breathing was faster and
more helpless, and she gasped and cried out and came.  I smiled
at the incredible flushed beauty of her face, and held myself
back, tightening the muscles in the base of my cock, making it
longer and harder, and holding in the cum that I felt building
in me.

A few more strokes, another deep kiss from her hot eager mouth,
and my body began to slip out of control.  She felt it coming,
and tightened her hands on my ass, pulling me forcefully against
her, deep into her, chuckling under her breath as I gasped and
moaned into her ear, and moaning in pleasure as I burst inside
her, filling her depths with my hot white semen.  I lay on top
of her, not moving, softly kissing her lips as we made quiet
satisfied little sounds at each other.  Then I slid off of her,
and we curled up together, and fell asleep.

Sometime later, the room dark, Julie came in and climbed into
the bed beside her sister.  She leaned over Pat and kissed me
softly on the cheek, then kissed her sister, and slid under the
covers, and fell asleep herself.  The room was warm and entirely
dark, and I was back to sleep almost instantly.

Later, still in utter enveloping darkness, I sense someone
standing at my side of the bed.  I reach out, and my hand finds
warm bare flesh.  She lowers herself carefully and quietly onto
the edge of the bed, sitting by my hips.  I explore her thighs
and her sides gently and silently with one hand, still not all
awake, enjoying the lovely anonymous feel of her skin.  She
reaches out with one arm and lifts up my head.  Our faces
collide gently, and I smell the wonderful human smell of her
skin and her breath.  Our mouths find each other in the dark,
and her kiss is long and hot and friendly.

I reach out to embrace her, and she slides onto the bed.
Warm naked female skin presses against my palms in the
darkness.  She kisses me again, and her breasts are smooth
and soft and tender against my chest.  I wonder who she is,
but not knowing is a sweet and exotic thrill.  Her hands move
over my body, stroking my chest and circling around my swelling
penis.  I reach for her, but she slips downward and escapes me,
and her lips are on my thighs.  Her mouth envelops my cock, and
I gasp with delight.  Her tongue is ardent and skillful, and
in a moment I am completely erect, and hungry for her body.

I take her in my hands, squeezing her flesh, kissing her mouth,
sucking the erect softness of her nipples.  Her stomach is
smooth and warm and downy, and her vulva is soft and open, and
my tongue penetrates her, and my fingers caress her, and she
gasps almost silently in the darkness.  My head is full of the
musky smell of her sex as I run my tongue in and out of her
vagina, over the hood of her clitoris, and the thin tight
skin of her thighs.

Then her mouth is on mine again, and she rolls on top of me,
and she spreads her thighs, and I push myself into her.  Her
tongue is in my mouth as my penis sinks into her, and she
moves her hips lovingly up and down, both of us still silent
in the dark, Pat snoring softly in the bed next to us, the
rustle of sheets as my unknown lover raises herself up and
rides my cock, waves of ecstasy shooting through me.  I reach
up and stroke her breasts and nipples as she pleasures herself
on me; invisible in the darkness, her hair swirls around her
head and touches my hands.  I touch her face, and she takes my
fingers into her mouth and sucks on them as she begins to come,
her sweet pussy tightening around my penis, her body slowly
collapsing onto me, my cock penetrating her more deeply, more
urgently, and I try hard not to cry out as I come also, in
long almost painful spasms of tearing bliss.  We lie still on
the bed, and she kisses me again, and sighs.  I close my eyes,
falling back into a doze with her body warm against me, and
when I open them again, she is gone.

Now I drift back towards sleep, and imagine who she might have
been.  In cold fact, I know these women well enough that I could
know if I wanted to.  But the images are all so sweet that I
hate to give any of them up.  Julie rising quietly from the
other side of the bed and making love to me in the darkness,
struggling to suppress her usual orgasmic screams.  Rachel
creeping from Ariana's side and coming down the stairs, coming
to me and giving herself to me for old times' sake.  Or, most
erotic of all because most unfamiliar, red-haired Ariana impaled
on my cock, her small breasts bouncing as she rides me to
orgasm and I pull her pale stiff nipples.  Sleep overtakes me,
and I fall happily into her arms, and Julie and Rachel and
Ariana swirl naked around me, their eyes happy and their bodies
flushed with sex, and Pat stands behind them all and runs her
hands down over the curves of her body, and I love them all in
my dreams until morning.


My Friends the Allens -- Among Friends
by Mark Aster


