The Reason For the Disclaimer...

Andrea and I decided to give each other a writing challenge, like they used to do in creative writing classes in college. Only ours were considerably more, um, provocative? Shall we say?

Now that she's had the chance to read mine and send her comments back I think I'll share it!

The task was simple: Take the first sentence (given by the other) and run with it.

I ended up choosing to place mine in Cedar Falls, because the first sentence certainly felt like it belonged there, heeeeheeeeheeee....

So have fun meeting some new characters. I hope we see more of them (um, if that's possible, lol)soon!

And this is part of the reason for that adult content disclaimer...

You're welcome.

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When Sylvia turned on the table lamp next to her bed she saw that it was Lucy's, not Jack's, head buried between her legs.   Oh My.  Oh! Oh Dear.  Oh?  Oh.

She’d had a fair amount to drink at the office New Year’s Party, but she didn’t think she’d been too terribly irresponsible.  Yet here she was, somehow back at her place, having no idea of how she’d got there, being eaten-out by her Boss’s pretty new wife. 

“Surprised?”  A rumbly, bass voice purred from somewhere in the shadows outside the meager pool of light spilling from her bedside lamp.  It had been Jack’s voice that she’d heard in her state of half-dreaming half-awake, Jack’s voice that had culled her out of the semi-conscious limbo she’d been floating in; It had been Jack’s face she’d been imagining between her thighs, his tongue, and teeth, and lips she’d expected to find ministering to her below the sheets. 

She blinked and then blinked again as she watched the heavy-lidded eyes of Lucy Merriweather-Fontaine flash with mischief and desire, the rest of the young woman’s face obscured by the puffy mound of Sylvia’s sex.  What in hell was happening to her?  Her brain felt wooden, clunky.

Jack was here, watching his new wife go down on his top sales associate.  Maybe this was a dream. 

Sylvia felt the hot, wet flick of Lucy’s tongue on her clit and her whole body jerked in reaction.  It didn’t feel at all like a dream.  What was happening to her pussy felt very real and tangible and Oh Jesus!

She bit down on her lip as the flicking picked up speed.  Holy mother of god, this was the best damned head she’d ever experienced.  What on earth was going on?

She heard a low, needy moan escaper her lips and was startled, and a little embarrassed with herself.

“That’s a good girl Syl…”  The sound of Jack’s voice made the sensations between her legs seem more intense, more erotic.  Her breath was coming quicker now as Lucy’s small longue lapped and flicked and danced across her clit.  “That’s right.”  He told her, and she felt her pulse throb beneath Lucy’s lips.  “Just relax baby.”

She’d fantasized about Jack Fontaine since the day she’d started work at Cedar Falls Marketing Solutions.  She’d imagined his lips on every part of her.  Longed for his hands to probe and possess her.  She’d endured, over the past five years, watching him divorce his second wife, date a string of impossibly young and impossibly gorgeous airheads, before suffering his third marriage, this time to Lucy Merriweather. 

Little Lucy Merriweather, who Sylvia used to babysit for. 

The same Lucy whose knees Sylvia had bandaged and kissed to make them all better after a tumble on the sidewalk.  Who she’d read to sleep.  Who she’d helped with her homework and made macaroni and cheese for and French braided her hair and taught how to roller blade.  That Lucy Merriweather.

Was licking her cunt.

Though her brain was still working very sluggishly Sylvia was vaguely relieved that she’d had the foresight to wax down there.  She’d done it because she thought she might end up going home with Carter the I.T. guy—he’d been flirting with her for several months and it was her New Year’s resolution to give up on Jack Fontaine and finally move on with her life.

“Put your fingers inside her.”  Jack commanded Lucy and Sylvia thrilled at the husky note of arousal in his voice.  She was deeply bewildered, but, well, everything felt very, very, very good. It was hard to object to anything that felt so damned amazing.  Like looking a gift horse in the mouth or something.  Is that what that expression meant?

Holy Lord.  Lucy made a kittenish sound in her throat and Sylvia felt something sliding inside her.  She hadn’t had sex with anyone in months, not since that awful one-night-stand on her birthday, and she didn’t own a full sized vibrator, just the little bullet thing, so Lucy’s fingers, petite as they were, still felt like they were stretching her open.  And when Lucy curled them upward to tickle her g-spot Sylvia sat bolt upright, her body reacting of its own accord.

She heard Jack chuckle and she blushed all over even while she whimpered and trembled.  “Be a good girl, Syl;”  He said to her, a playful sort of warning tone to his words, “Lay back and relax baby.”

Her teeth were chattering and her nipples could probably cut glass.  Shivers of excitement and pleasure chased up and down her spine and she had the urge to wrap her fingers into Lucy’s springy blonde curls and grind against her face but she didn’t.  She gripped the cool cotton sheets and moaned instead, letting the weight of her head pull her back down toward the pillows.

She was having a great deal of trouble catching her breath.  She’d gulp for air and get some but not nearly enough.  Then she’d find herself gritting her teeth and holding her breath for long minutes, a sweat breaking out all over her body, the veins in her neck pulsing powerfully.  She rolled her head back and forth against the pillows, arched her back and growled with need.

“Tell us what you want baby.”  Jack commanded and Sylvia felt Lucy’s hot breath as she laughed against the slick, enflamed flesh of her pussy.

Sylvia tried to find her voice, tried to command her thick, clumsy tongue to form words but she only managed a deep groan.  She felt one of Lucy’s small fingers slide over the sensitive, forbidden flesh of her asshole and she gasped.

“You have to tell us baby.  You’ve got to say it.” God Damn but he was the sexiest man alive.  How the hell had this come to be?

Sylvia licked her lips and begged her tongue to say it, say what she needed, what she wanted.  “Please?”  she whimpered, Her eyes squeezed shut, her chest heaving like a hapless fish out of water, her knuckles white where she gripped the sheets, her face half-buried in a pillow.

“Please What?”  Suddenly the voice was a half-inch away from her ear, low, deep, rich and dangerous.  She felt his breath, breathed in his maddening scent—clove and clean laundry and now a hint of whiskey—and she froze.

“ooooooh.”  Lucy cooed into the V between Sylvia’s legs.  “I think I know what she wants Jack.”

Jack’s answer was a low rumbling chuckle so close to Sylvia that she felt like he was inside her skull.  “She’s got to tell me.”  He said smoothly and then nipped her earlobe.

She couldn’t help it.  The squeak that freed itself from her throat was embarrassing and mortifying and she felt like a silly virgin.  Especially when he growled against her neck and nipped the flesh there.

 She still couldn’t open her eyes.  She was half afraid that it would be too real, that she’d finally see the man she loved in the way she’d been fantasizing about him for all these years;  And she was half afraid he’d disappear entirely when she opened her eyes. That he’d evaporate back into the ether from whence he’d sprung.

Between her legs Lucy was stroking and kissing and teasing and taunting her and she whined.  She wanted to come.  She needed it.  “Please!” she begged again and Lucy’s little finger increased the subtle pressure on her back entrance, making Sylvia wash over hot and cold and vibrate with anticipation.

“Please What Sylvia?”  Purred Jack hungrily, his lips now lightly brushing her own.

“Jack—“  She whispered his name, hoping to God that it wouldn’t break the spell.

“That’s a good girl.”  He said, and then ended her minor torture by covering her mouth with his own.  He kissed her possessively and she found herself opening her mouth obediently to accommodate his bold exploration, capitulate to his arrogant conquest.  She tasted the whiskey on his tongue as it plunged and plundered her mouth.  And mint.  He tasted clean and naughty all at the same time.  She wanted to reach up and wind her fingers into his hair or run her fingertips over his strong jaw but she was more than a little unsure of whether or not she’d remain earthbound if the let go of her grip on the sheets. 

She felt his weight pull the mattress down as he moved onto the bed.  She wondered, with a flash of panic, if he was naked, but she couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes.  Not yet.  He kept kissing her, sapping her of her strength and her will and her reasoning.  Then a large, heavy hand was on her breast and she thought she’d absolutely lose her mind.  It was all too much.  The amazing oral and the anal-flirtation and the smell of him and the sin of having another woman’s husband sucking on her tongue and tweaking her nipple—She needed to scream, she needed to get up and end this and, and, and—

“Oh” she said, “Oh,oh,oh,oh”  She was starting to come.  She exclaimed the small, inarticulate utterance right into his mouth, against his lips, on his tongue.  She could feel ripples gathering, waves of pleasure pullimg up, beginning to crest inside if her, everything tensed and expanded and--

And then it stopped.  Lucy’s mouth and fingers disappeared and Jack tore his mouth off hers and Sylvia was naked and shuddering and hanging on the brink.  She snapped her eyes open, bewildered and desperate and maddened.

“Please!”  She demanded, not even recognizing her own voice.

She looked from one to the other.  They were smiling lasciviously.  Jack was clothed and Lucy was completely nude.  Sylvia almost couldn’t bear to look at her, except that the young woman was perfect and it was almost impossible not to stare at her, appreciate her, long for her.

“She asks so nicely wife.”  Jack purred at Lucy, leaning toward the bouncy blonde and running his tongue over her glistening lips—lips, Sylvia realized, that were shining and wet with her arousal.  She blushed with embarrassment and guilty excitement.  “Mmmmmm.”  Jack said and deepened his greedy taste of his wife’s wet, swollen lips.  “She tastes good.”

Lucy licked and kissed her husband back.  “She’s tight too.”  Answered Lucy and bit down playfully on her husband’s lower lip.

He chuckled.  “Your call Sweetness.” He almost whispered to her.

Lucy pulled out of the kiss and ran her big blue eyes up and down the length of Sylvia’s naked form appraisingly.  “I want to watch you fuck her.”  She told him with a giddy little shiver. 

Sylvia’s eyes jumped to Jack—She was starting to feel a little more alert now and instead of things beginning to make more sense, things were getting more bizarre.

“Are you going to kill me?”  Sylvia heard herself ask, startling the couple out of their intense eye communication.  They both stared at Sylvia for a moment, apparently quite taken-aback.

Jack looked like he wanted to respond but before he could do so Lucy was sliding her body up Sylvia’s slowly, sensually.  Lucy kissed her belly, the crest of her hip, she ran her tongue between her rib cage and captured one of her nipples in her mouth, sucking sweetly, not greedily, but worshipfully.  Then she continued up, dropping tiny, warm, soft kisses along Sylvia’s collarbone in both directions before licking and kissing the soft tender hollow at the base of her throat.  Sylvia arched her back and closed her eyes and found she was singularly thrilled at feeling Lucy’s nipples brushing her own. 

She sighed and wondered if she’d even care if she died tonight, knowing she should probably be panicked or concerned, but feeling nothing but pleasure as Lucy trailed a curving line of kisses up her throat, over her chin and then finally arrived at her lips.  Then Lucy kissed her. 

And the kiss was so rich and deep and passionate that Sylvia couldn’t help but tremble.  It was different than Jack’s—it was softer and yet no less erotic.  It was subtle, yet she found Lucy’s exploration every bit as thorough and consuming.

And Lucy tasted sweet, and salty and she smelled of vanilla and something that reminded Sylvia of freshly baked dessert.  She didn’t bother to fight the impulse to reach her hands up and run her hands through Lucy’s gorgeous, silken curls.

Sylvia felt Lucy smile against her lips and giggle.  The young woman pulled back from the kiss enough to look Sylvia in the eyes.  “Sylvie, I’ve had a crush on you since I was twelve.” She said with a mischievous smile.

What?  Sylvia looked skeptical and searched Lucy’s eyes for the joke.  But the girl seemed in earnest.  “But—“

“And you’ve had a crush on Jack for years, right?”  The girl said, and bit her lower lip over a sly smile.

Sylvia was mortified.  Her mouth went dry and her eyes welled up.  “I, I, I—“ 

Lucy shook her head, her curls bounced.  She put one perfect finger over Sylvia’s mouth.  “We’re not going to hurt you at all.”  She smiled and giggled and tossed a quick look over her shoulder to her Husband.  “Well, maybe, just a little bit—He’s pretty well hung.”  She said, looking back at Sylvia and lowering her voice to a tantalizing whisper.  “But he’ll be gentle.”

Sylvia’s mouth fell open underneath Lucy’s little finger and the girl laughed and moved back down over her conquest and captured a taut nipple once more.

Jack leaned down and devoured the other and Sylvia felt a tear slip over her cheekbone and bury itself behind her earlobe.

She sighed, feeling her nipples sucked-on, and nibbled, and licked, both-at-once, was one of the most exciting and eye-opening things she’d ever experienced.  “Please.”  She said again, this time certain, this time in control.

Both the Fontaines looked up and watched her expectantly.  She was too embarrassed for words, too shy to tell them how very much she wanted this, so she bit her lip, and smiled, and nodded instead.

“That’s a very good girl Syl.”  Jack said, and began to trace his fingers down the neat row of his shirt buttons.  She met his eye and realized she wanted him more powerfully now that he was there, in her room, in her bed, than she ever could have imagined.  He stood, shrugging off his button down and she marveled at the fit, toned expanse of his chest and the defined lines of his abs.  He kept himself in very good shape.  She loved the dark, olive-y mocha of his skin.

Lucy was running her hands all over Sylvia’s body, and the girl was good at knowing where to touch and tease and caress.  Sylvia didn’t take her eyes off Jack though, and he was smiling a heart-melting half-smile at her.  Lucy traced soft, tantalizing kisses along her neck and on her breasts but Sylvia watched as Jack reached to undo his belt, then the button on his trousers, then slowly he slid the zipper down and pushed the pants from his trim hips and let them drop to the floor. 

Her breathing got quicker and she could feel herself getting wet and an insistent pulse began thrumming between her legs.  She’d fantasized about this for five years of her life.  Thought about it every day at work, daydreamed about it at home, journaled about it, wished for it, and masturbated to thoughts of what this moment would be like.

She licked her lips like a hungry cat and flicked her eyes to his.  His startlingly light blue eyes always looked surprising and unexpected against his dark mixed-racial coloring, but tonight they looked especially shocking, perhaps because of the flash of electric heat behind them?

He gave her a tiny nod and she grinned.  And she took his cue and looked down, waiting with a fluttering heart to see him in all his glory.

If she had been a cartoon character she was sure there’d have been an ‘ahwooogah’ sound and her eyeballs would have leapt from her skull; Maybe steam would have burst from her ears and she’d have filled up to her scalp with red-hot fire.

She’d heard he was well endowed, even before Lucy’s admission moments before—It was well talked-about in Cedar Falls that the man had been blessed with an exquisite gift, but he was even bigger than she’d dreamt.  Lucy was right: that was very likely going to hurt.

“Jack.”  Sylvia marveled unashamedly.

He smiled almost modestly and Lucy giggled into an ‘mmmmm’ sound.  “I know, right?!”  She whispered playfully into Sylvia’s ear.

It only took Jack a moment to slip out of his shoes and kick off the pants and boxer briefs and position himself between Sylvia’s legs.

“No, wait—“  Sylvia said and sat up a little.

They looked at her questioningly.  She gave them a timid half-smile but screwed up enough courage to say what she wanted.  Hell, a chance like this only came along once in a lifetime, if at all, so she’d be a fool to waste it. 

“I want to kiss it.”  She said frankly. 

Jack raised his eyebrows and Lucy gasped before kissing Sylvia full on the lips again. 

“Let’s do it together!”  Lucy said with glee, her eyes shining and wide.

Sylvia nodded and felt bold enough to plant a kiss of her own of the girl’s perfect little cupid’s bow mouth. She slid her tongue into Lucy’s mouth and loved the feeling of the girl’s small tongue licking and playing with her. 

When they broke the kiss Sylvia grinned.  This was going to be the best damned New Year’s she’d ever had.