
WHAT DO YOU WANT, ALYSSA?

By Ciad


BEFORE YOU READ FURTHER:
This story is written for adults and contains graphic depictions of sex.
It is a work of fiction and any similarities with real live persons are 
coincidental.  Only read this text if it is legal for you to do so with 
respect to both your age and location.


PREVIOUSLY
Alyssa's sexuality got the better of her and soon she would find herself 
in Scott's arms cheek to cheek on the dance floor.  Could it be that she 
wore no panties?  Things got even hotter when they found Jamie and Mark 
in the middle of hard core petting in one of the darker corners of the 
nightclub.  Needless to say it all finally ended with them being more or 
less thrown out by one of the nightclub attendants.

Back in Alyssa's place they tried to have tea but it pretty soon turned 
out Jamie had other plans and Mark wasn't late in catching up and soon 
they headed off to the living room while Alyssa told Scott he could 
spend the night but she was not going to sleep with him.  Part two ends 
when Alyssa and Scott lay awake listening to Jamie and Mark in the next 
room.  But does the story end here?


PART 3

Jamie was resting on top of Marc.  She could feel how she was about to 

slide into sleep time and again but she knew it would be a hell of a hard 

time sleeping on the sofa.  She had to get Alyssa's spare mattress and to 

get that she needed to get into Alyssa's room.  She started wondering if 

something was going on between Alyssa and Scott and suddenly she was fully 

awake.

     She slid out of the sofa and when Marc wanted to know what was up she 

told him she was getting some beddings.  Soon they were both standing 

outside Alyssa's door.

     "Shouldn't we knock?" Marc whispered when Jamie closed her hand around 

the doorknob.

     Jamie grinned and silently pushed the door open.  Alyssa was lying on 

top of Scott.  He was still under his cover but she had pushed hers aside.  

Her nightie was pushed so far up one of her breasts were bared.  One of 

Scott's hands was buried between Alyssa's buttocks, and obviously buried 

even deeper between her thighs.  His other hand was cupping the bared 

breast and his mouth was closed around the nipple.

     Alyssa's closed eyes opened and her open mouth closed.  She understood 

someone else was in the room and bolted from the bed.  At the same time as 

she stood beside the bed she was frantically trying to push down her 

nightie.

     "Ja... Jamie?" she breathed.

     "Hi," Jamie smiled and took Alyssa's hand.  "I have a great idea.  You 

and I visit the bathroom," she said to Alyssa.  "And you two," she 

continued to Marc and Scott, "can make the bed."

     "There's a mattress and sheets in that wardrobe," Alyssa said and 

pointed at the wardrobe before Jamie pulled her out of the room.

     "What's up?" Alyssa asked when Jamie closed the bathroom door.

     "I'm gonna shave your pussy," Jamie stated calmly.

     "You gonna do what?" Alyssa cried.

     Jamie hushed her.  "You'll wake the neighbors."  She picked out a 

razor and shaving gel from Alyssa's bathroom cupboard.  "It's not like 

you've never shaved before..."

     "But not my...  and...  I... you..."

     "Besides... " Jamie mumbled, her mouth just centimeters from Alyssa's.  

"That bush of yours is just... not sexy!  Trust me...  You'll love it."  

She opened the lid to the toilet and draped a towel over the back, then she 

grabbed the waistline of Alyssa's nightie but when she wanted to pull it 

up, Alyssa grabbed her hands and stopped her.

     "I'm not sure about this."

     "I am," Jamie mumbled and stroked her lips against Alyssa's.  "Trust 

me."

     Alyssa closed her eyes and when Jamie pulled Alyssa's nightie upwards 

a second time Alyssa allowed her to.

     "Sit," Jamie ordered.

     Alyssa did.

     "Hold your nightie," Jamie continued and squirted a dab of shaving 

foam into her hand.  Alyssa gathered her nightie under her full breasts 

while she blushed furiously.  She closed her eyes trying to pretend nothing 

special was going on.  When Jamie started thoroughly smearing the foam into 

Alyssa's pubic hair Alyssa gasped and her eyes flew open again.  She wanted 

to close her thighs, but Jamie was pushing them apart and while she 

continued massaging the foam into Alyssa's pussy hairs, Alyssa's mind 

filled with the memory of their kiss earlier in the evening.  Alyssa found 

that she longed for more.  This combined with Jamie's insistent rubbing 

between her legs made Alyssa hotter than ever and soon she started to worry 

that Jamie could see how horny she was.

     "Aren't you finished yet?" Alyssa asked warily.

     "Soon," Jamie replied.  "Your hairs are pretty coarse."

     "Oh, ohkay..."

     Jamie looked up at Alyssa for a moment; Alyssa's eyes were closed and 

one of her hands where tightly clutching the edge of the sink.  Jamie 

smiled and continued rubbing.



When Scott and Marc had finished fixing the mattress in the living room, 

they went to the kitchen and Marc smoked a cigarette.

     "Any luck so far?" Marc asked between smokes.

     Scott shrugged.  "Some."

     Marc leaned over the table.  "Jamie is hot like hell!  My god, man 

she's a hot number!"

     "I thought you said something about being discrete before?" Scott 

grinned.

     "Hey!" Marc mumbled and looked cautiously at the half open kitchen 

door.  "Don't talk too loud."

     Scott leaned back in his chair and clasped his fingers behind his 

head.  "Just don't talk about it then," he smiled.

     "Yeah?"

     Scott nodded and gazed out in the hallway, but Jamie and Alyssa was 

still in the bathroom.

     "Wonder what they do," Scott said.

     "Girl stuff," Marc replied and placed his cigarette between his lips.



Even though the razor was sharp it was like a light caress when Jamie used 

it on Alyssa.  Alyssa sighed and clenched her teeth.  The razor, Jamie's 

hands and Alyssa's fantasies - all three had brought Alyssa to the verge of 

coming and now she was balancing on the edge; terrified Jamie would notice 

anything while at the same time dying for release.  Jamie, however, seemed 

anything by aware of Alyssa's inner turmoil and she slowly kept shaving.

     "Are... are you gonna shave off everything?" Alyssa wondered when she 

looked down and saw how far Jamie had gotten.

     "Sure," Jamie replied.  "Just like me.  Shave off everything and it 

will be easy to eat you... for him," Jamie added and nodded in the general 

direction of Scott and Marc.  "Or do you want me to... stop?"

     "No, go on!" Alyssa swallowed and prayed Jamie hadn't heard just how 

eager she had sounded.  Jamie's gentle shaving slowly drove Alyssa crazy, 

but it wasn't near enough to make her come.  She needed to beat off.  She 

had to.  When Jamie finally stopped shaving her she wanted so badly to 

squeeze her legs tightly that her eyes filled with tears.

     "Are you okay?" Jamie asked while she filled a glass with water.

     "I..." Alyssa stuttered.  "I think I need."

     "We need to rinse away the shaving foam and any hairs," Jamie noted 

while she started to slowly pour the water from the glass and onto Alyssa's 

crotch.

     Alyssa closed her eyes, grabbed the toilet seat and while the warm 

water caressed her skin and gently trickled into the water closet below her 

butt she could not help parting her thighs just a little bit more, pushing 

her crotch towards Jamie.  When the glass was empty, Jamie filled it again 

and continued to pour water in a thin stream, dancing over Alyssa's hot 

folds.  Alyssa knew she wouldn't come, but she couldn't force herself to 

tell Jamie what she really wanted.  Jamie, however, knew.

     "I better check one last time that you are really smooth," she 

whispered.

     Alyssa wanted to tell her "no", she wanted to make Jamie stop.  She 

was scared to death about what Jamie was revealing to her, and at the same 

time, she would have died if Jamie hadn't done what she was just doing; 

slowly putting down the glass on the floor and sliding her soft, warm palms 

up along Alyssa's thighs; closer, higher, slower.  Alyssa stared at the 

hands.  They stopped just as they were about to arrive.  Alyssa raised her 

gaze and met Jamie's eyes.  She knew what Jamie wanted her to do.

     "Please," she whispered.

     They kept the gaze; locked and unable to break away.  One of Jamie's 

hands slid higher between Alyssa's thighs and finally Alyssa felt how the 

itch and ache in her pussy was caressed into pleasure.  A mute scream 

passed over her lips.  Her thighs shivered and her hips started rolling 

against Jamie's moving hand.

     Alyssa shook her head from side to side, causing her long hair to whip 

in the air.  "I need," she thought.  "I need... I need... to come."  Jamie 

pushed four fingers and most of her hand, part from her thumb, into 

Alyssa's lubricated wetness.  A coarse groan passed over Alyssa's lips and 

her body started to shake badly.

     Jamie kept pumping her fingers in and out of Alyssa but just as she 

was about to add her thumb and maybe all of her hand Alyssa snapped back 

into sitting position, pulled her crotch out of Jamie's reach and squeezed 

her thighs together.

     "I..." she mumbled.  "I can't..."

     Alyssa stared down at Jamie with a bewildered, almost scared 

expression before she bolted to her feet and almost knocked Jamie over.  

She reached for the bathroom door while pulling down her nightie and before 

Jamie could say anything or stop her she had left.

     Scott was lying in the bed again.  The cover was reaching his waist 

and his upper body was bare.

     "Hi," Alyssa mumbled as he noticed her.

     "Hi," he replied.

     Alyssa stepped into the room.

     "Last time I saw you like that I was wondering if you were naked under 

that cover," Alyssa slowly mumbled.

     "Do you want that?"

     Alyssa closed the door behind her.

     "Maybe."

     "Why don't you come over here and find out?"

     "We're not gonna fuck," Alyssa mumbled while she slid into the bed at 

her side.

     Scott nodded.  They were lying side by side, staring into the ceiling.  

They didn't speak.  Alyssa was wet.  Not wet with water from the shaving -- 

it took only a couple of minutes for that dampness to be sucked into her 

gown -- this wetness was deeply buried inside her; slick wetness, that made 

her sensitive pussy lips caress each other whenever she moved or turned.  

She was burning.

     She moved closer to Scott.  He glanced at her but he said nothing.  

Then she grabbed his cover and slid under it.  They were close now.  Scott 

turned on his side, placed his arm under her head and she slid a little 

closer.  She reached out and found him hard and naked.  As her hand wrapped 

around his thick, heat she started trembling and panting.

     They kissed.  Alyssa emitted a low whine while she grabbed his ass and 

pulled him hard into her.  Then she rolled on top of him, grounding her 

crotch into his.  The only thing that kept them apart now was her nightie 

and it was slipping up, she wanted it to slip further up, she wanted to get 

rid of it.  Scott pushed his hands under it and grabbed her ass.  The 

garment slid even higher and they both gasped as they could feel their 

genitals grinding into each other.

     Scott groaned when he finally understood what Jamie and Alyssa had 

been up to in the toilet.  He pushed her nightie upwards, Alyssa assisted 

him and together they undressed her.  She slid up extra high and suddenly 

she could feel his cock poking at her puffy slit instead of being captured 

between their bellies.  Alyssa didn't stop to think or hesitate, she 

reached behind her, took his hot shape between her fingers and guided him 

right, right to her opening, right into her, to the only right place for 

his hard, smooth staff.

     At the first penetration her body was resisting the dry friction, but 

as he pulled back and pushed into her again, he was wet and his caress was 

smooth and firm as he embedded deeply in her.  She was filled, packed with 

hot steel, complete.  He rolled on top of her and she started to realize 

that he might actually make her come; she might actually have an orgasm.

     "God!  You're so soft!" Scott gasped.

     He slowly moved in her, millimeter-by-millimeter, gently caressing 

skin against skin; stimulating nerves that in turn lit fuming fires of 

pleasure and lust in them both.  They were hardly moving at all, yet they 

were both filled with a roaring storm of sensations, a heaving ocean of 

pleasure, rising higher with each new wave until there was nothing else 

than the caress of skin, the sensation of being filled, of penetrating.  

Scott hissed while trying to keep in control.  Alyssa was already 

whimpering and she knew that before long she would start screaming.  Then 

she would loose control.  Then...



Jamie was sitting on top of Marc, his hardness deeply buried inside her.  

She was grinding into him with rolling hips when she heard a stifled sob 

from Alyssa's room.  She stopped, listening but Marc kept pumping up at her 

so she placed her hand on his belly to stop him.

     "Hush," she whispered.  "Can you hear?"

     They both listened in silence.  A moan could clearly be heard from 

Alyssa's room.  It was a female voice.

     "They're fucking," Jamie gasped.

     "Yeah?" Marc replied and gave her another push.  "So are we."

     "No," Jamie frowned at him.  "Listen!"

     "You like to listen?" Marc whispered after watching Jamie for a while.

     "Yeah," Jamie moaned.  "It drives me crazy thinking about what they 

are doing in there.  Makes me wanna watch..."

     "Wanna sneak a peek?"

     "No, Alyssa will notice."

     Jamie listened for a little while longer.  "Scott must be doing 

something right; she told me she never make sounds."

     A long series of short but soft whines revealed that Alyssa was indeed 

being fucked.

     "Scott must be fucking her brains out in there," Jamie breathed.

     "Maybe he is," Marc mumbled and pulled Jamie down to him.  "I am 

planning on doing the same to you right now."

     He started rolling on top of her, but she stopped him.

     "No," she whispered with a sharp voice.  "I want to listen!"

     "You're really into Alyssa, aren't you?" Marc asked.

     "It makes me horny," Jamie started to confess but right then Alyssa's 

phone rang.

     Jamie froze and stared down at Marc.  He was still moving up at her, 

moving in her.  The phone rang again.

     "Shit," Jamie mumbled and started to rise from Marc.

     Marc grabbed her hips and tried to hold her back in order to keep the 

contact between them.

     "I need to answer the phone before Alyssa," Jamie tried to protest but 

she was too late.  Alyssa appeared from her room, wrapped in her cover.  

She picked up the phone.

     Jamie sunk back down on Marc who sighed with relief, but she didn't 

move, instead she was watching Alyssa, trying to hear what she was saying 

through the glass doors.

     Alyssa sat on the chair by the phone; she rested her head in the palm 

of one of her hands while she held the handset in the other.  She nodded 

several times.  Heavy nods.  Then she shook her head.  Jamie wanted to go 

to her, to make sure all was okay, but Marc still held her hips and she 

wasn't sure Alyssa wanted her to intrude.

     "No!" Alyssa finally yelled into the receiver and slammed it down on 

the hook.



This time Jamie managed to get out of Marc's grip.  Just as she opened the 

glass door Scott appeared in the door to Alyssa's room.  Jamie was naked, 

and the white light from the street lamps shining through the living room 

windows framed her body.  Scott's eyes stuck on the delicious sight in 

front of him.  Alyssa looked up too but when she saw Scott's gaze she rose 

and pushed him aside.

     "You and I are done," she mumbled through clenched teeth.  "If you 

want to fuck, go fuck her instead!"

     With that she entered her room and slammed her door shut.  Scott 

stared at the closed door then turned to Jamie.

     "Don't worry," Jamie mumbled and opened the door.  She closed it 

behind her and when her eyes adjusted to the darker room she saw Alyssa 

lying on the bed.  Her shoulders were shaking with what could be nothing 

else than sobs.

     "Alyssa?" Jamie mumbled.

     "Go away!" Alyssa cried.  "Leave me alone!"

     "What happened?"

     Alyssa didn't reply.  Instead she kept crying, her face buried in the 

mattress.  Jamie sat on the bedside, careful not to get too close but still 

determined to be there for her friend.  She waited patiently.

     "Thomas called," Alyssa finally sobbed.

     "What did he say?"

     "He was drunk and she said he loved me."

     Jamie suppressed a sigh.  "Did you believe him?"

     "Of course not," Alyssa hissed, angry now.  She turned and looked at 

Jamie.

     "I think that was best," Jamie replied.

     "He is an idiot."

     "Yeah, I think so."

     Alyssa was silent for another long moment.  "Jamie," she said.

     "Yes?"

     "He still fucks up my life..."

     "No," Jamie started to protest.

     "His call," Alyssa interrupted.  "It was too perfectly timed..."

     "It was a coincidence!"

     "I knew it was him... and it was so close..."

     "Close?" Jamie asked.

     "One more minute and I would have... arrived... Scott... he... he is 

good..."

     "But not good enough?"

     "Oh he is..."

     "Then why did you just throw him out?"

     Alyssa stared at Jamie.  "I did, huh?"

     "You did."

     "God!" Alyssa moaned.  "I'm an idiot!"

     "So you still want him?"

     "If I still?  God!  I am dying...  You can't even begin to guess how 

horny I am... Now more than before!  What was I thinking?"

     "Relax", Jamie smiled.  "I'll fix it."

     "I should," Alyssa started to rise, but Jamie pushed her back down on 

her back.

     "I'll fix it... relax...  Just lay back, spread your legs and wait for 

the final thrust," she added with a mischievous grin.

     "Jesus!" Alyssa blushed.  "Jamie!"

     Jamie grinned while she left the room.  She found both Scott and Marc 

in the kitchen, smoking.  She lit her own cigarette, smiled at them when 

their eyes followed the movement of her hand as she moved the white 

cylinder to her lips.  They were both silent.

     "How is she?" Scott finally asked.

     Jamie slowly blew cigarette smoke into the air before she replied:  

"You should go back in there and finish what you started."

     "What?" Scott gaped.

     "Fuck her brains out, you were good and well on your way."

     "It seemed like that would be the last thing she wanted," Scott 

continued.

     "Well, no it is the first thing she wants."

     "I just don't want to ... violate her..."

     "I think the right word is ravish and I think she is counting on you 

doing exactly that."

     Scott rose and remembered to grab his cover just as it was about to 

slide down on the floor.  "You sure?"

     Jamie nodded and before she had a chance to say anything Scott had 

stubbed out his cigarette and left the room.

     "I am sure," Jamie said to Marc.  "What she desperately needs right 

now..." she flipped his cover aside and grinned when she saw his hard cock.  

"Is a good rooting..."

     She sunk down on Marc's cock and it slid into her with a minimum of 

manual assistance.  "I love a boy that is hard when he is supposed to," she 

whispered into Marc's ear.

     "Are you kidding me?" Marc laughed.  "You've been around, naked, for 

several minutes, what do you expect?"

     "Scoot down to the edge of the seat," Jamie mumbled while she placed 

her right foot on the seat.

     He did as she said and she clasped his neck and sunk down on him.  

They both gasped and he grabbed her ass to help her moving.

     "Deep huh?" Jamie mumbled and took him to the root once more.  Marc 

simply groaned in response.



     Alyssa was lying naked on her bed.  She turned on her side and looked 

at Scott when he entered her room.  Scott could barely make out her smooth 

curves in the poorly lit room but he knew she was there soft, warm, even 

willing?

     "Jamie said... but I wanted to... are you sure about this?" he asked.

     "Make me... come," Alyssa mumbled in the darkness.

     Scott didn't hesitate and when he climbed the bed she was there, 

welcoming him with a gentle but hungry hug, lips caressing, searching and 

finding, and while their tongues met their bodies caressed into each other.  

They were both desperately hungry and Scott didn't even realize he was hard 

again when she took him and guided him into her hot wetness.



Marc was pumping up at Jamie as hard and fast has he could without breaking 

the chair he was sitting on.  His hands were grasping her hips, his fingers 

digging into her soft flesh as he moved her body up and down.  His head was 

thrown back, his eyes closed and his jaws clenched as the caress of her 

smooth, warm skin, her hot, wet embrace, pulled him closer and closer.

     Jamie was squatting over him meeting his every move with her rolling 

hips.  Her mouth was open in a silent scream.  Her hands grasped the back 

of the chair and turned her knuckles white.  She was close.  His hard shape 

brutally filling her, caressing her, bringing her closer and closer.  He 

grabbed her and slammed into her, filling her as deeply as he could.  She 

felt how she was filled with hot burning liquid, how she became sopping wet 

and squishy.

     She rode him another couple of strokes before she forgot anything but 

her soaring pleasure.  She moved and moved and moved while the sensation 

grew, topped out and slowly started to fade again.  The next sensation she 

was aware of was her lips against his neck and his arms around her.



Scott's body was bent in an arc over Alyssa.  He was damp with sweat, 

shivering and pressing into her as low groans escaped him.  His penetration 

was hot, hard and when he pulled back and moved into her again with a short 

stabbing movement she gasped.  While raising her hips to meet his movement 

she grabbed the headboard.  He sunk into her again and his face turned red.  

He closed his eyes and started to scream in pleasure as his hot liquid 

filled her and flooded her.  She whined while he stabbed into her half a 

dozen times more before he collapsed on top of her.

     He stayed in her for several minutes before he rolled to the side, 

pulling her with him so they ended up face-to-face on their sides.  He 

didn't say anything but he smiled and caressed a tress of her hair out of 

her face.  She smiled back.

     As the minutes passed Scott slowly started to fall asleep.  Alyssa 

couldn't sleep.  She thought about the gooey feeling between her thighs.  

Finally she decided to clean herself.  She sneaked out of bed but Scott was 

already asleep.

     In the bathroom she wiped herself clean with toilet paper.  She could 

feel the small flames of pleasure itching and teasing her.  The fire was 

still there.  While she kept wiping herself tears rolled down her face.



Jamie woke up to the subtle but unmistakable sound of crying.  First she 

thought she was dreaming.  Then she realized she was awake.  She looked at 

Marc but he was sleeping.  The crying came from the toilet.  Jamie got up 

from the mattress and went over to the bathroom.

     The bathroom door was ajar and when Jamie stepped through it, she 

could make out Alyssa's shape in the dim light through the small bathroom 

window.

     "Are you okay?" Jamie asked.

     "Yeah, no problem," Alyssa sniveled and slid a wad of toilet paper 

under the lid she was sitting on.

     "What happened?" Jamie asked and kneeled in front of Alyssa on the 

bathroom mat.

     Alyssa didn't reply.  Jamie waited and after a while she touched 

Alyssa's shoulders.

     "Alyssa," she mumbled and caressed down her arms and took her hands in 

hers as if to comfort her.

     "Nothing happened," Alyssa finally confessed and started to cry again.  

"I just didn't...  I was so close...  but then he," she sobbed.

     "It's okay, it's okay," Jamie mumbled and took Alyssa in her arms.

     Alyssa held on to Jamie and cried for several minutes.  Jamie pulled 

the bathroom door shut to try and avoid waking up Marc and Scott and when 

Alyssa saw this she tried to keep her voice down but she couldn't keep the 

tears away.

     "Is there something wrong with me?" she finally sniveled.

     "No," Jamie simply replied.

     They held each other for another couple of minutes, while saying 

nothing, and finally Alyssa's sobs stopped totally.

     "Let's get you back to bed," Jamie said and tried to break free from 

Alyssa, but Alyssa held her back sliding half a decimeter on the toilet 

seat before Jamie sunk back down on her knees.  Alyssa slid to the edge of 

the toilet seat and wrapped her legs around Jamie's.  Her face was still 

buried by Jamie's neck.  Suddenly she realized Alyssa was kissing her and 

she took her face in her hands and forced her back where she could look at 

her.  Their gazes met.

     "Why didn't you ask?" Jamie finally said.

     "Sorry," Alyssa mumbled but Jamie silenced her with a kiss.

     "I didn't thought you wanted this," Jamie breathed when they broke the 

kiss.

     "I didn't knew what I wanted," Alyssa mumbled and continued kissing 

Jamie while her hands slid over the soft skin of the person in her arms.

     "Oh God!" Jamie moaned.  "Just tell me what you want!"

     Alyssa's hands stopped caressing Jamie and when Jamie pulled back and 

looked at her, Alyssa's eyes were wide open and staring at her.  Her mouth 

was slightly parted but she didn't speak.

     "What do you want, Alyssa?" Jamie repeated.

     "Please," Alyssa whispered.

     "Tell me what you want?"

     "Please... make me... come..."

     "Oh god!" Jamie moaned again and attacked Alyssa with kisses allover 

her face and neck.  Her lips slowly started wandering lower and lower, and 

soon Alyssa parted her legs and pushed her down until she could feel her 

belly button against her lips and her heady scent from further down filling 

her nostrils.

     Jamie looked up.  Alyssa was meeting her gaze.

     "Please! Please! Please!" Alyssa softly whispered while she raised her 

hips and pushed her belly against Jamie's chin.

     Jamie didn't have to be persuaded.  She reached under Alyssa's lifted 

legs and grabbed her ass while she buried her face between Alyssa's thighs 

and tasted her girlfriend's sweet juices for the first time.  Encouraged by 

Alyssa's desperate but muffled mewls, Jamie kept licking, sucking and 

kissing Alyssa's every nook and cranny, but when Alyssa finally took her 

and guided her to her clit she closed her lips around the hard little bud 

and swirled her tongue over it.

     Alyssa looked down.  She could barely make out Jamie's crouching shape 

between her legs and at the same time there was place for no other 

sensation, no other thought, than that of Jamie's skilled lips between her 

legs.  Alyssa had to fight back scream after scream of pleasure as Jamie 

brought all her contained pleasures to the surface.

     Jamie's tongue caressed and caressed.  Alyssa was falling.  It was 

like a drug, like a rollercoaster.  She was falling and falling and 

suddenly it was like her whole being started to vibrate and burn.  Alyssa 

knew that if Jamie stopped now she would die, she would just cease to 

exist.

     But Jamie didn't stop.  Her tongue just kept caressing and caressing 

and it happened.  First it was like a small beam of light leaking through 

somewhere down where Jamie licked, but the light was all consuming, and it 

demanded her whole being, and she knew it was happening.  She wanted to 

scream with joy, scream with pleasure.  The sensation grew and expanded and 

it just didn't stop.  It was as if all the oceans in the world were flowing 

through her and every drop of water made her vibrate.

     She wanted to scream, but she realized she couldn't.  The pleasure was 

too strong; it constricted her throat and all she managed was a hoarse 

croak before she collapsed into a heap on the toilet.  She understood now, 

how to defeat even death.

     When Jamie understood Alyssa was finished she rose, scoped her 

exhausted girlfriend into her arms and hugged her close while she caressed 

her damp hair.  At first Alyssa leaned heavily into her but after a while 

she moved back and looked down at Jamie.  She caressed Jamie's copper 

tresses while she smiled.

     "You are so beautiful," she mumbled.

     Jamie kissed her and Alyssa tasted the moist on her lips.  She had to 

decide if she liked that taste so she stroked her tongue over Jamie's 

sticky chin in a long lick.  She tried the taste.

     "I've never tasted myself," she mumbled and looked down at Jamie.

     "You like it?" Jamie smiled.

     Alyssa smiled back and nodded.  "I think I do."

     "Then I have an offer for you," Jamie whispered and stood.



                           ~ THE END ~
