My boyfriend Marcus leaned forward and kissed on my nipples as I felt the hard length of his cock inside my body. We were making love slowly on his bed, a session that felt like it would last hours. That's when he told me.
"Elizabeth. I've got some news for you," he said -- his head returning to his pillow from my small breasts. I'm just a 34B. So much wish I was larger, but my breasts are sensitive -- more sensitive than some girls I know.
"'News?' That's not very good dirty talk, Marcus," I replied -- grinding his heat inside me, causing a low groan to exhale from his throat.
He closed his eyes and smiled. "We're going on tour. For autographs."
I stopped my hips. Sex is great -- but this was big news.
"What?"
"My agent called me today. 'Gateway' is going to be in the top twenty hardbacks next week and they want me to tour -- you're going with me, of course."
"Gateway" was Marcus' book -- his first manuscript that snagged an agent's eye and publisher's thirst for money. It was an inspiring novel about a young couple in St. Louis -- our hometown -- who were trying to solve the mysterious disappearance of a friend in Portland, Oregon. Up until this point, he had only had autograph sessions in and around St. Louis. Now they were going to send he and I to promote it more. I was his editor -- not bad for being a 19-year-old English major at Washington University.
"Baby, that's great," I leaned down -- my breasts against his chest as I felt his hips thrusting up against me.
"And we're going to Oregon first."
The very thought made my pussy wet. Well, the cock helped, too. But Oregon was the home of my friend Linda -- we had met online in a chat room and both discussed our pension for bisexuality. Marcus and I had a few threesomes in our time -- but every time the girls just wanted to be with M. Linda was different -- I knew she wanted me as much as she wanted him.
Linda was 19 and beautiful. Her hair was shoulder-length, a dark brown with red highlights. Her eyes ocean blue and her full lips looked like lips I could kiss for hours without needing rest. She was athletic, but still very curvy -- her breasts in D cups on her 38 inch bra -- and so fucking sexy.
We often "cybered" as we talked about each other. A few times, Marcus and I would chat with her online -- and I would mount Marcus, or Marcus would eat me out -- while I typed. My typing skills often went downhill at those points. Other times I would put her JPEG on my computer screen while Marcus and I fucked -- or made love, depending on our mood.
I thrust down on my lover. "We can see her, yes?"
"If she wants to meet us."
"You know she does," I breathed, our bodies united as one. I pulled another pillow next to his head. "I wish this was her," I said. "I'd love to taste the champagne of her body, baby," I breathed.
"'Body.' That's not very good dirty talk," Marcus responded -- his fingernails sharp against my thighs.
"Her pussy. I want to taste her pussy. I want her to climax on my lips, baby."
"That's more like you." Marcus rolled over and mounted me from behind -- teasing the lips of my passion as he gripped into my asscheeks. I love doggy style, although I always called it lion style, since lions are a much more exotic animal.
I buried my head in the pillow, bellowing as Marcus' cock returned fully into my body. I gnashed my teeth. "Fuck me, baby -- fuck me!" And he did -- quickening his pace as I felt the electricity running through my body. He leaned over and pressed two fingers against my clit.
"Want to be tasting Linda, Elizabeth?" he said.
"Yes. MMM. Yes." I sucked on the fabric of the pillow. I came all over his cock. About ten minutes later, Marcus pulled his cock out of me and poured his juices over my back and ass as I panted.
***
As I wrote to her, she was frantic with the idea. I think she came as soon as I typed those words to her on the IM.
I was tired on the plane -- I've never been good at air travel -- but while we were in the air, Marcus was writing on his laptop. He was toying with the idea of a sequel called "The Northwest Passage" but wasn't comfortable with it. Eventually, he put his laptop down and started toying with the idea of making me cum 28,000 feet in the air. He boldly started to play with my clit and I tried to keep my moans to a minimum. Eventually, without but one loud squeal, I came hard over his single finger.
He was such a tease.
Marcus and I would meet her at his signing at the local bookstore. I sat next to him as he met with the public. Several people complimented him; others asked if it was going to be made into a movie. He thanked and grinned at them. He was good with the public, but he and I really just wanted to meet one person. Finally, she arrived -- Linda, wearing a white blouse and jeans. She leaned down as she handed Marcus the book to autograph.
"I feel like I know both of you so well, already," she stammered. I think she was just as excited as I -- yet both of us were trying to control ourselves. "I'm Linda," she said -- but she didn't need to confirm it. I recognized her from her voice and her smile.
"I know," I answered. I leaned over to Marcus. "I'm going to use the ladies' room, babe," I said -- looking into the eyes of Linda. As I stood up, she spied my body in my short black sundress. The back was open just to my bra strap, and I loved the feel of my long black hair tickling my skin. I'm part American Indian -- at least enough so I don't have to worry much about tanning. My skin is naturally light brown.
"Okay. I've only got 15 more minutes here," he kissed me. "Enjoy yourself," Marcus added.
"You too," I smiled. "Do you know where the girl's room is?" I asked Linda.
"Follow me," she said. I thought to myself -- that won't be the first time I follow her today.
As we walked in, some teenie-bopper girl was walking out. As soon as it was clear, I grabbed her hand and she turned around. "I'm soooo happy to meet you," I said. She simply smiled -- with those beautiful full lips. I pulled her to my body, feeling our nipples touch as I breathed against her neck. I knew her secrets. She had never been with another girl -- heck, she'd never been with another guy. She was a sexual innocent ... but I knew of her not-so-innocent desires. Slowly, she turned her face to look at mine, and slowly I leaned to her -- kissing her in a mall bathroom. It seemed like we kissed forever. Our hands touched each other -- no real groping -- just slow exploration around our necks, backs and breasts. Softly, as only women can understand.
It wasn't forever. Just about eight minutes until some teeny-bopper girls walked in.
"Ewww! Dykes!" one squeaked. I grabbed Linda's hand and led her out. I didn't say anything, but almost wanted to -- kissing another girl is the most amazing experience and there isn't a damn thing wrong with it. Homophobes never make any sense to me. But it was Linda who spoke up.
"We're not dykes! We're bisexual!" she laughed as we walked back down the corridor. As she said that, I saw an older woman holding an autographed copy of "Gateway." What was she thinking? I didn't even care. We walked back holding hands as Marcus finished off his Sharpee on his 342nd copy of the day. He said some departing words to the manager -- she was attractive, too -- but I had the only woman I wanted to be with this weekend.