All Together Now
by Pan
Chapter 4:
"I want to suck on your fingers."
"We can't..."
Jane smiled at her girlfriend.
"Shhh."
"Mmkay."
The room filled with a buzzing sound, as Megan turned the small toy on.
"I want to suck on your fingers," Jane repeated. "I want to take two of them in my mouth. Run my tongue across your fingertips. Between your digits."
"Yesss..."
"My soft, wet tongue, on the sides of your fingers. I want to coat them with my saliva. Gentle, firm, sucking. Insistent."
"Do it..." Megan moaned, staring wantonly at her girlfriend, sitting across the room, her body writhing.
"I want you to feel my mouth on your skin. My teeth, nipping gently."
"Oh god, Jane..."
"I'd move from your fingers to your neck. Do you want to feel my mouth against your neck?"
"Yes please..."
"Say it."
"I want your...your mouth on my neck."
"I'm going to bite your neck. I'm going to bite you so hard, I leave a mark. Everyone will be able to see what I've done to you."
"Mmm..."
"Everyone is going to see that you're mine, that you're my wet little slut. Your workmates, your friends - Anita."
"Ungh!"
Jane bit her lip and blushed. The pair had no secrets from each other; her lover knew how attractive she found Megan's high-school friend, and would often tease her about it.
Or bring it up when she was the most turned on, use her embarrassing secret to get her off.
"Anita's going to know what I did to you. She's never going to look at you the same."
In truth, Anita was reasonably open-minded. But when Megan was using her for dirty-talk, she was the most conservative of prudes...and Jane loved it.
"She's not going to see Jane any more; she's just going to see a horny, dripping slut. My slut."
"Yess..."
"She's going to put one hand between your legs, and check to see how wet you are. She's going to slip a finger inside you, confirm that you're nothing but a dirty little whore."
"Oh god..."
"And then she's going to show you that she's wet as well. You're going to be the first woman to touch her shaved cunt, staring into her eyes, knowing that she's judging you."
"Fuck. Fuck!"
As Jane began convulsing in orgasm, Megan smiled at her. She'd never met someone with whom she was so sexually compatible. She wasn't attracted to her old friend herself - she'd had a brief crush in high-school, but Anita had made it very clear that while she was in complete support of Megan and her lifestyle, she had no interest in women.
But she knew how much talking about straight-laced Anita turned Jane on, and Megan was happy to do most anything to turn Jane on.
Especially because she was always so willing to return the favor.
It wasn't long before Jane had recovered from her orgasm. With a wicked grin, she threw the vibrator across the room.
"Put it to your nose," she commanded, taking on the dominant role that she sometimes pulled out in bed. "I want you to smell me."
"Yes, ma'am," Megan replied, a shiver of pleasure running up her spine. "Whatever you say, ma'am..."
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The next morning, Megan was surprised to find herself with company on her train ride into work.
She came in late on Thursdays, and it was rare for there to be more than five or six people on the entire train; she could typically find an empty carriage, and enjoy twenty minutes of solitude before starting her day.
But two stops after she got on the train, more than a dozen women joined her. She was staring out of the window, a half-smile on her face as she remembered Jane ordering her to spank herself - five days into the month-long experiment, she was glad that they'd found a workaround.
She wasn't sure she'd be able to trust herself without a reliable way to get release. Hell, she might have resorted to making Jane use their four-times-a-week trysts with Jake and Anita to
actually
get her off.
The train had stopped at Gilliestone Station, and Megan turned around to see why it was taking so long, her eyes widening as she saw her carriage slowly filling up with tall, buxom blondes, one after another.
Even stranger, none of them sat down. They just filled the aisle, each of them dressed completely differently...yet strangely similar.
Megan narrowed her eyes. If she hadn't known it was late May, she would have sworn it was Halloween - each of the blonde women was dressed in what could easily pass as a 'sexy Halloween' costume. All the classics were represented - sexy nurse, sexy police officer, sexy teacher. There was even a sexy nun.
They were all wearing heels, short skirts (or, in the case of the sexy soldier, extremely short camo shorts), and showing more cleavage than Megan and her girlfriend had combined. Once they found their position in the train, they each took on a 'pose' - one leg in front of the other, eyes staring vacantly forward, mouth slightly open.
Megan wasn't typically a fan of the dumb bimbo look, but even she couldn't help but find something eerily erotic about the situation.
And then, just before the doors closed, he entered.
Lord Mason DeGraves.
"Hello Megan," he said with a leer. "How's the month treating you so far?"
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"So what did you talk about?"
"That's the weird thing - he just asked me a few questions, seemed happy with the responses, and left."
"What'd he ask?"
"Just whether or not I'd broken the rules."
"And what did you tell him?"
"The truth, of course. I told him that I hadn't touched Jane sexually, that we hadn't had any...physical sexual contact. We didn't break any of the rules."
"Hang on..."
"Mmm?"
"Why did you pause?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, why did you say it like that. And why is Jane blushing?"
"Guys, if you two have cost us our chance at the money..."
"Geez, everyone, calm down. We didn't break any of the rules."
"Then what...-"
"We haven't broken any rules!"
"Jane, it's okay. Anita, remember how the contract didn't specify what 'sexual contact' meant?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, Jane and I have...found a loophole. Oh, don't look at me like that Jake - we're not doing anything that could even remotely jeopardize the money."
"What's your 'loophole'?"
"It's nothing, really. We just...talk dirty to each other."
"..."
"What?"
"I was just running that through my head. I guess that as long as you don't have actual...y'know, contact."
"We don't."
"Yeah, okay. I guess that's fine. I mean, I guess we've been talking to each other while we're...y'know."
"Yeah, but that isn't
dirty
talk."
"Maybe it should be."
"Megan!"
"Just a joke, sweetie. Anita, you know I'm just kidding, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Anyway, we should get started."
"Hang on..."
"What?"
"Who were the girls?"
"Who?"
"The blondes."
"Oh, the old pervert said they were a cheerleading team. He'd paid them ten grand each to let him dress them for the next week."
