Nicole - the Truth at Last

If you haven't read "From Jeannie to Vanessa," you need to read it. Also, you need to read Chapter 1 of this story. These are NOT stand alone stories.

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Chapter 2: Siller comes to call

Siller stood in the doorway of the bedroom, an absolutely HUGE shit-eating grin on his face and eyes looking like they were going to jump out of his skull.

Siller, (short for Sylvester, "rhymes with killer" he always said, although I sometimes called him "Silly") was my boyfriend.

Vanessa and I, attired in stockings and 'killer' heels and very little else, lay intertwined with each other on the bed, trying to wake up. I'm sure we made a lovely "ebony and ivory" picture, her blonde straight hair and pale skin and my brown curly hair and darker brown skin, suitable for framing for male wet dreams everywhere.

"We were tired, after the trip, and decided to take a nap." I said, struggling to pull a sheet or pillowcase or SOME fucking thing out from under us to cover us up a little.

He didn't respond. He didn't seem pissed off or anything, which was good, but he DID seem very interested in the sleepy blonde white girl in porn-star lingerie I was desperately trying to untangle myself from.

Vanessa finally seemed to recognize what was going on and opened her eyes slightly. To my surprise, instead of freaking out and helping me pull the bed apart looking for something to cover herself with, she smiled sleepily and said "Oh hi, Siller, what's up?"

She calmly rolled away from me, opening her legs unselfconsciously and giving Siller a quite unnecessary full-frontal hey-how-are-you view. I could have told her what was up with Siller, 'cause I could see it going up.

She put her feet on the floor, stood up a little unsteadily in the five-inch heels, and said, "Wow, that was a nice nap! What time is it?"

I don't think Siller knew what planet he was on, much less what time zone we were in. I looked over at the bedside clock and said "It's 3:15, Vaness...uh...Jeannie. When do you need to leave?"

"Oh, darl...um...Nicole, I guess I better get going. Let me hit the bathroom and get my stuff together."

We were both stumbling over words. 'Vanessa,' Jack's code word for Jeannie's submissive side, had seemed so right, it was how I thought of her now. I had to wrench my mind back to her "old" name. And the few words she had spoken to me during our lovemaking had been full of passionate endearments.

To be fair, I don't think anything she was doing was designed to titillate Siller on purpose. I mean, she was wearing a cupless bra that displayed her pretty pink titties, plus garter belt, stockings and heels, and had just showed off her shaved pussy. But all that was done, originally, for

me

. Siller just happened to be an accidental beneficiary of the situation. How the fuck could I complain?

She went into the bathroom and closed the door, Siller's hot eyes following her rear view as intently as he had studied the front view.

Siller's bulging eyeballs unlocked from the now-closed bathroom door and rotated slowly to me.

I smiled weakly at him. What was I going to say? The "nap" story was DOA, I knew that. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, the whole

room

smelled like sex.

Siller, at least, didn't look angry, at least not yet. I think he was too turned on to be angry. I mean, I guess, there is a whole category of porn devoted to girl/girl action, and probably a sub-category for

interracial

girl/girl action, and he had just walked into fantasy-land. I already knew he thought Jeannie/Vanessa was hot, based on his ad nauseum commentary on how she had changed in the last few weeks.

I now knew those changes were due to her developing Dominant/submissive relationship with her boyfriend Jack, and her exposure to some girl/girl and threesome sex with the admittedly striking raven-haired lingerie shop owner, Marguerite. I had certainly gotten to know her better in the weekend we had shared, including, obviously, in the biblical sense.

"Siller, I'm..."

He raised his hand. "Babe, we'll talk when she's gone. It's OK, though, don't worry about it. Why don't you get her clothes for her, so she, uh, doesn't have walk out bare-assed."

I hurried to pick up our clothes, still lying where we had left them just inside the front door. I separated Vanessa's two items and tapped on the bathroom door. She opened it a little and looked out at me with wide eyes. I forced a smile and handed her the blouse and skirt.

She emerged a moment later, mercifully fully clothed, and looking a little anxious. "Siller...," she began.

Once again he raised his hand. "Jeannie, don't worry about it. Jack and I have talked. It's all good."

"But Siller, I just wanted to say something to you. Nicole really cares about you, she loves you. If this..." and she spread her hands to cover the room, the bed, herself, "hurts you, it won't happen again. I don't want to do something to drive a wedge between you and Nicole. I belong to Jack – you know that."

"Jeannie, I do know that, Jack and I had a long talk. He didn't know what was going to happen this weekend, but he's in touch with where you are and he knows..." at this he looked over at me, "the kind of effect you can have on people. I'm not mad. Hell, I'm not even sorry, except that I missed it!"

Vanessa smiled, and it was like the sun coming out. "That's good to hear because, frankly," she said,

also

looking at me, "I want it to happen again. Maybe you won't miss it then."

Jesus, Mary and Joseph! That randy little slut! You could have knocked me over with a feather.

Vanessa walked up to me and kissed me, full on the lips. I was too stunned to respond properly, but I was able to peck her back.

Then she looked at Siller and said, "Would you help me get my bag out of Nicole's car and put it in mine?"

Siller mumbled something and got my keys to go help her. I think he was also unable to articulate very clearly after hearing her previous comment. Probably his tongue was hard.

I watched them through the window. She kissed Siller's cheek and said something to him. Just before she got in her car, she turned and looked at me, and blew me a kiss. I blew her one back, and watched her drive down the road and out of sight.

Siller walked slowly back up the steps to the door and opened it. I looked apprehensively at him, ready to be chewed out, or yelled at, or worse, have him say nothing at all and just leave. He said he was OK, that he and Jack had talked, but I was afraid that was just to avoid a scene with Vanessa.

I had slipped on a robe while he was walking her to the cars. Siller came in the door and smiled at me, reaching out to fold me into his arms. My heart started to beat again and I clung tightly to him, feeling the warmth of his hard chest through his t-shirt. I actually started to cry; hard-ass, tough-as-nails Nicole had tears running down her face. Siller looked down at me and began to kiss my cheeks where the tears were running.

"Hey now, babe, what's all this? I'm with you, never gonna let you go, OK? You OK, nothing to cry about. So you had a little white milk from blondie's bowl, broadened your horizons some. No shame baby."

I had to laugh, while crying, at his use of my own words against me.

I

was the one who had told him not to be drinking white milk from blondie's bowl, after he had remarked (over and

over

again) how

good

she looked. Damn, I sure couldn't argue that anymore, she

did

look good. And damn if that milk didn't taste pretty good too.

Siller tilted my chin back and looked me in the eye. "Nikki, baby, I love you. Maybe Jeannie does too, I wouldn't blame her. You pretty sweet. But you ain't ever gonna leave me for her, because she's never gonna be free. As far as I am concerned, playtime with her is safe.

"Jack and I had a long talk. Jeannie's adventurous right now. Her eyes have been opened wide, she's exploring herself, shedding some old skin and stretching her wings, like a butterfly. She's hungry for experience. Jack feels no concern, he believes completely in her. He even, ah..." His voice trailed off.

But I was seizing on what he had started off with...he was never going to leave me! He loved me!

"Oh Silly..." I was really bawling now, crying in relief, my tears of fear had turned to joy. And...I wouldn't have to give Vanessa up, although I was willing, I wouldn't have to!

"But I do have a question," he began, looking as serious as he could, "when were you going to let me in on the new look?"

I stepped back from him and whipped open the robe, displaying my new five-inch pumps, thigh-high stockings, and shaved pussy. "What do you think? I put all this together today! And yes, I was thinking of you when I got the heels and hose and when I shaved my puss. Vanessa helped me do it!"

He looked at me curiously. "Who the hell is Vanessa?"

"It's Jeannie, it's like a code word for her submissive side. Vanessa means a couple of things, but one thing it means is a type of butterfly, just like you were talking about."

"OK, enough about her, I want to drink

you

in..."

Siller just stared at me for a moment.

Finally, he spoke. "Wow. Like too-fucking wow. Baby, you look like a billion bucks! Get rid of that bathrobe, and lets play!"

I was only too happy to oblige. The bathrobe slithered off my shoulders and onto the floor, as Siller reached for me.

He gathered me into his arms and captured my lips with his, his strong tongue diving into my mouth to do battle with mine.

He broke the kiss to smile and say, "I

told

you those killer heels would look good on you!"

Then he picked me up and carried me back to the bedroom. As he laid me down on the bed, still in disarray from my recent tryst with Vanessa, he added, "Now I'm gonna find out about licking that smooth bowl clean!"

He wasted no time in trying me out. He spread my legs and took a good, long, look at my shaved pussy. "You know, I would probably never have asked you to do this, but I like how it looks! Now for the taste test..."

Siller lowered his face into my pussy, sniffing and kissing, probably smelling Vanessa all over me. He tasted my newly bared flesh repeatedly, first kissing and licking and then simply brushing his big hands over the skin to feel it. Soon, though, he focused his attention on my rapidly dampening puss, taking first the outer, then the inner lips in his own and working his tongue all around, gradually working his way closer and closer to my clit. I knew he loved playing with my little man in the boat, and this time was no exception. He flutter-tongued that little guy until I thought I was going to have a seizure. Then he began to use his thick, strong tongue to actually

fuck

my pussy. I was in heaven.

When he started, I was going to be clever and ask him if I passed the taste test but that fucking smart-ass idea was

long gone

at this point...

He raised his head and looked left and right, seeing the dark stockings on each leg, and applied his oral talents to my inner thighs, over the hose, just before he raised himself and moved up over my body. His tongue traced a route over my tummy, up my rib cage, and over my breasts, capturing my already-stiff nipples with his lips on the way up my neck to my mouth again.

I felt him positioning his stiff cock at the opening of my pussy, and he eased himself into me so agonizingly slowly I was crying out for him to "Please fuck me!" but he held his pace to a crawl. I could actually

feel

the inside of my pussy contracting like a swallowing throat, trying to pull his meat deeper into me.

Finally, like some huge inexorably moving stone finally settling into a slot custom built for it, I felt his dick go all the way home. He held it there, flexing it in me like a thick bicep. I could feel a brand new feeling, unfamiliar but not unpleasant; his stiff pubic curls crushing against my so-recently shaved flesh. I was going nuts! My legs wrapped around his thighs, my ankles locked together and my 'killer heels' were waving wildly in the air.

At long last, as my brain was spiraling into madness, he began to withdraw it slowly, then re-enter me, like some great piston in a dark wet engine. The action sped up; the engine (me) began to produce energy as the piston moved in and out more quickly. My words of lust, urging him on, blended into a continuous wail as he pounded me relentlessly.

I felt his cock begin to expand and contract in me as the cum loaded into it from his balls. He relaxed his weight onto my body, using both hands to grab the cheeks of my ass and pull me forcefully against his thrusting cock as he came, as if he was determined to take back every inch of me that had been surrendered to Vanessa's probing tongue only hours before in this very bed.

That was the thought in my brain as I felt his semen blasting into my cunt. I was his! I might kiss Vanessa's beautiful lips, both above and below, but I was his! And my consciousness left me then, as my own orgasm barreled through my brain and body.

I had never passed out during sex before, so it was a new experience. I came to slowly, with the feel of Siller's breath against my cheek and his hand gently stroking the newly bared flesh between my legs. He really

did

like it. Damn!

Thanks,

Vanessa!

Siller saw that I was (a) alive and (b) conscious and smiled and gently kissed my lips. "I am gonna have to say that I am totally down with all the new developments. Baby, I don't think I've ever seen you in stockings, at least not these sexy things. The heels fuckin' rock! And I can't say enough about that bare snatch. I hope it feels as good to you as it does to me!"

I nodded vigorously. "I like it too. It's gonna take a little effort to keep it that way, but you've convinced me it's worth it."

I glanced over at the clock. Nearly three hours had gone by since Vanessa had left. I was thinking about her, hoping she got home safely, and also thinking I might call her and assure her that all was well here.

"Wow," I said, "how long was I out?"

"About half an hour actually. You were breathing, so I figured maybe your lovers just wore you out today."

I noticed he had said "lovers" and grinned. "Yeah, well, you two have been pretty rough on me."

His face turned serious for a moment. "Did Jeannie...Vanessa tell you about the deal with Rick and DeeDee?"

"Well, a little." I answered. "The big argument they had that Friday night before we saw them Sunday in the dorm was about that. Jack and Rick "kidnapped" her as a way of making her see that she was really submissive, and Rick and Jack both fucked her while she was tied up. DeeDee shaved her pussy at the same time. Then Jack told her it was just him...and the truth came out when Rick made some comment to Jeannie that night in the Student Union. It almost all came apart that night – but DeeDee saved the day by talking Vanessa through it."

"Un-fucking-believable, right? Jack's got stones, that's for sure, but I think he took a crazy big risk." Siller shook his head.

"But what I was also talking about was Rick and DeeDee, they have a relationship like Jack and Jeannie's. But Rick is apparently pretty rough with DeeDee. Jack is concerned that he may be going overboard.

"And here is where it gets weird-er. Jeannie, uh, Vanessa, after the fight night, questioned Jack as to whether he had ever fucked DeeDee. Then she said since Rick had fucked

her,

he should share DeeDee. That's crazy enough, but Jack has never has expressed interest in having sex with DeeDee, he thinks Vanessa may be hot for her.

"Jack is OK with Jeannie doing DeeDee, but he was really happy she wanted to get to know

you

better. Jeannie asked him, Friday, if he would object to her having sex with you, and as you probably heard from her he said no.

"OK, hold onto your ass now. This is gonna knock you down. Jack told me that

he

asked

Jeannie,

if things worked out with you, would she like to...

"Fuck you! I mean, fuck

you!

" I screamed, and began to cry again. That's what she had meant! That crazy cracker bitch was after Siller!

"And so what the hell did you say to that? Yes, please, massa, and thank you for the white pussy? Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Siller. What the hell kind of game are you playing at here?"

Siller said nothing, just watched me, his usual smack-talk and bravado nowhere in evidence.

I was out of the bed and on my feet now, stomping back and forth around the room, screaming and cursing, tears coursing down my cheeks. Vanessa had said "I want it to happen again. Maybe you won't miss it then." Holy mother of God.

After about fifteen minutes of pacing the room, I plopped back down on the bed again, then jumped up like I had been stung. I was never going to sleep in that fucking bed again.

'Fucking' bed. How fucking appropriate.

I stalked out of the bedroom and sat down on the couch.

After a little while, I stopped crying out loud, but was still sniffling.

"Siller," I called, "what

did

you say to Jack?"

Siller came out and sat down beside me.

"I told him that Jeannie was stone cold beautiful, and I thought she was hot...but...I was in love with Nicole, and I couldn't imagine hurting her like that."

"Did you really? Is that really what you said?"

He reached over and picked up the telephone from its cradle on the side table. "Call him."

I took the phone from him and looked at it for a long time. Then I put it back. I knew I didn't want to talk to Jack right now.

I touched my lips for a moment. I remembered the feel of her lips on mine. Was it all just an act, to get to Siller through me? But wait, it wasn't even Vanessa's idea, was it? She had asked Jack for permission to get involved with

me.

It was Jack's.

I was so confused! I loved Siller, that's why it hurt so much, the thought of Vanessa worming her way in between us. But...I think I was starting to love Vanessa, too. That's

also

why it hurt so much, the idea that she would use my affection to get to Siller. But it wasn't her, not really. And, it seemed (as I tried to reason through all the, uh, ins and outs), she wasn't trying to split anybody up, she was just enjoying herself...and me. As she would enjoy DeeDee, and Siller too, if I let her.

It was like she had no conscience, or need for one. She had made it crystal clear that she was Jack's...plaything, she had said. She was free to love, and make love, because she was owned, because she knew that she belonged to Jack and he would make the call, she would always be under his control.

Jack had allowed her to, ah, spread her wild oats because he had complete confidence she would come back...he had her tethered.

Jack, and I, didn't need to worry about her heart. She could give it to me, in all honesty, because she knew I wouldn't try to claim her for my own. Because she belonged to Jack, and Jack belonged to her; and because I belonged to Siller, and Siller belonged to me. Not in the same way; not as chattel, or plaything; but belonging, just the same.

Siller was mine, but he was attracted to Vanessa, of course! He was normal, and male, and Vanessa was indeed beautiful, and, as I knew only too well, practically dripped sex. I had said she was cute, but not gorgeous. I realized that I was only looking at her with my eyes then. There was another – side – to her.

Could I trust Siller in her arms? Why not? Vanessa belonged to Jack. No matter how wonderful the sex was, no matter how sweet the caresses, Vanessa would go back to Jack. That was the fail-safe.

How would I feel if the three of us were together, like, I guess Jack had been with Marguerite and Vanessa that night at Marguerite's? Would I be jealous? Would I be competing with her for Siller's affections? How did one guy even pleasure two women at the same time? That occupied my mental faculties for awhile. The more I thought about her, the more beautiful and powerful she became – unassailable, unreachable. Beyond compare. Ah fuck. It was just driving me nuts. I was going in circles.