Jade Unicorn

If you're reading the entire series, fantastic. If you're coming in here directly, no worries! The chapters are relatively standalone. In brief, Jade, an inexperienced anthropology student, is determined to learn all she can about human sexuality. She's found Elroy, a (slightly) older student who's all too happy to go along with her on her journey. As usual, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please rate this and/or leave me comments. It is nice to hear from you. -- ek.

"I'm exploring polyamory," she mentioned over breakfast one Sunday. "You ever had multiple lovers at the same time?"

I sipped my coffee staring at those gorgeous breasts, the smell of our lovemaking on my lips. "Hmmm, can't say that I ever had the opportunity. Eva was enough for me, and she'd never expressed an interest. It sounds like a lot of work, frankly. I assume you aren't simply meaning group sex, right? Cuz, Eva and I had plenty of partners." I nodded toward the dungeon.

She nodded, chewing on her toast.

"Although, I have had several relationships at the same time, but never together."

"Hmmm," she mused. "How are you and Lise doing?"

I just laughed. "You want to have a threesome with Lise?"

She shrugged. "It'd be convenient, but I don't want to fuck anything up with you two." She swallowed. "But, not just a threesome, El, you know, a thruple."

I cocked my head. "What makes you think I'm looking for that kind of commitment? I've not ever implied I was interested in something long-term, did I?"

"With me? No. But maybe one woman isn't enough for you." She raised her eyebrows and looked out the window. "It sounded interesting to me."

I thought about it over breakfast, wondering whether Lise would even consider the idea.

I had started dating her about three months after meeting Jade. It wasn't that I was looking for another lover, or that Jade's and my sexual adventures had cooled. It just happened.

"You busy tonight?" She'd asked during lunch one day.

"I am, actually. I met someone at that party last Saturday, and we're going out."

She made a face; I could almost do the calculations. "Ooh…I'd love to meet her sometime."

I smiled. She meant it, and I knew exactly what she would ask as soon as I made the introduction. "Give me a few weeks, yeah?"

She laughed, blowing me a kiss, completely unfazed by my having another partner. In fact, Jade had already started down that path.

She had met someone a couple months after we'd hooked up. In her typical style she mentioned it in passing when she came over. "You okay if I start fucking other people?"

I did a double take; it was a bold way of telling me, unexpected and surprisingly delightful. "You don't need my permission, Jade; we're not going steady."

She smiled slightly.

"But. I need you to look after me in one respect: please make sure they get tested. Every new partner, same deal. And if

they

are fucking around, I need you to insist they get tested every time. All the way down the chain."

She made a face. "Gross."

"There's nothing sexy about STDs: getting them, getting rid of them, or preventing them. You want to enjoy this," I waved around the room, "this is a non-negotiable. Remember our chat about entanglements? Not going to happen."

She saw I was serious; I hadn't spoken so severely with her…ever, and it made the right impression.

"Well, I hooked up with a guy already," she confessed. "I guess we both need to get checked." She looked contrite. "Sorry."

We lucked out on that round, the results negative, but it taught her a lesson.

"You want to bring him by?" I asked a few days later.

She looked at me, a little dumbstruck. "You'd be okay if…?" She waved her hands between us.

"If you mean, 'Would I consider having sex with the two of you,' that would depend on whether I clicked with him. If you mean, 'Would I have a problem if you brought him here so

you

could have sex in this amazing home, and possibly make use of the dungeon and toys I've got,' that depends on how respectful and responsible you'll be."

She giggled nervously. "Ummm, okay. Well we haven't gotten that far, but I might take you up on either one if that's okay?"

I acknowledged her with a humph.

So I figured she wouldn't be too concerned when started seeing Lise. I liked Lise. She had a great laugh and a free spirit. She ran a design consultancy in an area of business I had no familiarity with, which provided interesting topics for conversations. She was closer to my age, recently divorced, not interested in a committed relationship, travelled a lot, so we had few opportunities to hook up. She called me out of the blue one day, a typical sort of occurrence.

"Hey. You busy right now?"

I happened to have just shut down my computer, preparing to go for a run.

"Would you mind picking me up at the airport, bringing me home and fucking my brains out instead?"

She was slim, almost willowy, her neck started at her ears and went down to her ribs, at least that's how it looked, and felt, to me. I got hard just from her neck. She had practically no breasts, just a fleshy padding on her chest, with the most delicious, and sensitive, nipples. I was able to make her cum just from sucking and stroking those luscious full-bodied nubbins.

"You're a lifesaver," she said as she slipped into the passenger seat. "I promise you'll get the better end of this deal." She leaned over and kissed me, palming my cock beneath my jeans. And then proceeded to pull off her top, before we'd pulled away from the curb.

Who was I to complain? We chatted about her trip, my eyes distracted from the road by her amazing nipples and that incredible neck.

She was completely unselfconscious as we drove, creating a reality distortion field around her that extended beyond the car. If people saw her, they would assume she was a boy, or that she wasn't naked, or who the fuck knows? I imagined this was what a true witch was capable of: not hexing you to do her bidding but creating a different reality that would let you believe what she wanted you to believe, letting her live in peace.

I was not in peace: my cock was hard and uncomfortable. "Would you mind helping me out?" I waved to my crotch.

She laughed a high crystalline silver bell laugh, I loved her laugh, reaching over to undo my trousers and pull out my penis.

"Has she been good?" She lightly stroked me, letting me swell into her palm.

I grunted. "More than good. She's been fantastic."

She turned to look at me and then back at the road. "Anything interesting or new?"

"Hah! Yes, as a matter of fact. She wants to get together."

She looked back, eyebrows raised, a smile creeping up her face. "The two of us?" The corners of her mouth turned down, considering the idea. "I'm impressed. What'd you say?"

I shrugged. "I said I'd talk to you about it. But there's more…oooh that's nice, yes that, keep doing that…she wants us to be a thing."

"A thing? As in a committed relationship?" Her laugh filled the car. "That's adorable! What did you say?"

"I said I'd bring it up to you. I'm curious to hear your thoughts about it."

She smiled and focused her attention on my erection, squeezing it, massaging and caressing it, but never letting it get too excited. She gave some of the best hand jobs I've ever experienced. "Doesn't it seem too soon?"

"Too…for you and me, or me and her, or you and her?"

She laughed again. "Sure. All three, but really, she barely knows me, and you've only been seeing each other for…how long? A handful of months? And us? How long has it been? Not even as long. And you already know my feelings about a committed relationship, so, yeah."

It was my turn to laugh. "Fair enough. I had mentioned it seemed like too much, but I promised I'd bring it up. She's not going to be satisfied, though. Did I mention she's insatiable?"

"You have. The joys of youth."

"See, that's the thing: she's only a few years younger than us, so our college days aren't that far behind us. I know I was having a great time in college, but I don't remember doing what she's doing, as frequently as she's doing it, not while I was in school."

"Hmmm…I don't know about that, El…I mean I started fucking around way before college, and I was a girl, so I had more mental checklists, but I was doing something or someone every day I could."

"You randy slut you."

"Thank you, yes." Her eyes twinkled. "But I'm not opposed to having fun together. I'd like to check out what you've been talking about."

I nodded, agreeing that it would a lot of fun.

I broke the news to Jade the next time we were together. She'd come over after school 'to do some homework,' as she liked to put it, but usually that meant she wanted to get firsthand experience with something she'd recently learned about.

In this case, it was a particularly difficult position that she'd heard would 'maximize the chances of achieving an orgasm.' We both looked at each other and laughed given how neither of us had had much trouble climaxing since we'd started dating.

As it turned out, the exercise was a failure in that regard, although we both got some aerobic benefit.

"Epic fail," she noted in the journal she was keeping. "You think we were doing it right?"

I was working out the kinks in my shoulders and calves, shaking my head. "I'm not sure there is a right way to do

that

. I'm going to need a shower to uncramp these muscles. You want to join me?" Even though she hadn't gotten off, I had. I was looking forward to a hot stream of water and maybe giving her some relief.

"Sure!" Her eyes lit up.

"I chatted with Lise about your suggestion," I started, after we both were comfortably under the jets. "She'd like to get to know you."

Jade's eyes lit up. "Yeah?" She wrapped her arms around my back, tugging me into a tight embrace.

I directed the jet to the bench and tiles along the back wall, warming them up before I sat her down, spreading her open. Changing the stream to a gentler setting, I adjusted it to fall on her breasts, the flow running down off her ribs and thighs.

"Definitely," I said, kneeling between her legs, studying her. I knew her well enough that she was going to need something unexpected to get her past her frustration. "She's around this week and thought she could come over to chat."

"Chat," she repeated, her fingers toying with her nipples, looking down at me.

I massaged her belly, moving my hands in a widening spiral to brush across her bush, the bottom of her breasts, and down again, avoiding her clit, slightly swollen under its cover. She shifted her butt forward, unconsciously pushing herself toward my mouth. I bent down to blow air onto her nubbin, eliciting a frustrated moan and a more conscious and urgent push toward me.

"You are frustrated, aren't you?" I glanced up to see her staring at me, nodding. "That position didn't work, and your pussy wants relief, doesn't it?"

She ignored the question reaching her hands down to spread her lips, offering herself, her thumb gently circling her clit. Her teeth worrying that lower lip.

"Tsk tsk," I reprimanded her, pulling her hands away, indicating she should put them under cheeks. She almost resisted, hesitating, before complying, her pelvis rotating with each frustrated moan.

"Yes, chat," I continued, "because she might be interested in hooking up with both of us together." I bent inward and delicately licked from her open slit to her clit, stopping to suck on it for a moment. She jerked and pushed into me; her hands trapped against the bench. "And she wants to get to know you directly, not second-hand."

"Unh, unh, unh…yeahyeahyeah, please, thank you."

I brought my right hand to open her, spread her, reveal the lighter pink flesh, glistening and hungry, to insert my third finger slowly into her, sliding it up to her favorite spot. I massaged her, pressing my lips against her clit to pinch her flesh between my mouth and her finger.

"Oh fuck!"

She jerked again, but held herself, stiff and immobile, as I applied more pressure without moving.

"Please! Pleasepleaseplease fuck me fuck me fuckfuckfuck!"

Without moving my head and right finger, I brought my left hand up between her legs, pressing it flat against the bench, palm up, squeezing my fingers along her perineum, until I could feel the wrinkled skin of her anus. She squeezed that hole and moaned, pushing more against my mouth, making room for me to play with her opening.

"If you are as charming with her as you've been with me, I bet she'll want to take it a little further." I had pulled away, leaving my fingers in place.

Her mouth had dropped open, her eyes were closed, her breathing starting that rhythm I had come to know. She was on the right track. Her clit had swollen, pushing against its cloak, but still being shy. I dabbed it with tip of my tongue, moving my fingers at the same time. She gasped and jerked her legs, her arms pulling to free her hands.

"If you take out your hands," I warned her, "I might just leave you here."

Her eyes shot open, and she stared at me, her focus somewhere else. "What?" She moaned softly.

I nodded and returned to her clit, softly licking it down to the junction of her labia, dipping into her channel where it met my finger. "You're trapped," I told her. "Just as trapped as on the machine…"

She moaned and pressed into me. "Fuccckkkkk goddddnoooo."

Liquid flowed onto my tongue, the shower misting around us. We could have been in a tropical waterfall, a rainforest, humid and heavy, her aroma filling the space between the droplets.

"Mmm hmmm," I hummed onto her clit and held there, pressing against my finger once again, tighter, longer, teasing out her tension as she pushed against me, her moans growing more insistent.

And then I could feel her shift, her vaginal muscles starting to compress, pulling on my finger, her pelvis pushing against me. I kicked things up a notch, circling my tongue in sync with my finger and she screamed, going rigid, her hands pulling out and holding my head, hard against her, holding me like a life preserver, not letting me move. I kept the pace going, feeling her vagina squeezing me, her juices letting down, her throat making noises with her constricted breaths. I wasn't sure when she would have enough, maintaining the rhythm despite her body squirming beneath me…until she pulled my head away.

"OH FUCK! That's enough fuck fuck fuck! Oh holy fuck!"

That sounded like it was enough.

Wrapped in a towel and sprawled on the couch, mostly dry and warm, she eventually returned to Lise. "When?"

"This week." I was texting her at the same time. "Tomorrow works for her…and me," I was checking my calendar. "You?"

She reached for her phone. "Ermmmm, I have a society meeting at 7…need to leave by 6:30. Is that too early?"

Texting texting texting… "She's on. Fun!" I smiled at her, imagining what our nights were going to turn into.

*-*-*-*

"Hello!" I kissed her at the door, running my hands down her slacks, her sheer cotton top barely hiding her nipples. "Come in!"

We walked to the living room. "Can I get you anything?" I glanced at my watch; 5:30. "Tequila?"

Lise smiled at the suggestion and turned to Jade, sitting in one of the overstuffeds, her legs curled under her.

She

was dressed in a cotton tee and jeans. I was never certain, one moment to the next, what, if anything she would be wearing; things had gotten pretty carefree around the house in the past couple of weeks.

"Lise, Jade; Jade, Lise. Can I get you anything? More water?"

Jade shook her head and stood, extending her hand. "I've heard so much about you, Lise. I'm glad we had a chance to meet."

"Likewise. I understand from Elroy that you're a very enterprising woman."

I left them to it, hearing Jade's laugh as I walked to the bar.

"Enterprising…?"

When I returned, they were discussing something about Lise's work. I dropped off her drink and a water pitcher and exited to my office.

About an hour later I was startled by the sounds of Jade cursing, running, and shortly afterwards, slamming the front door.

"What was that about?"

Lise was sitting on the couch, her shirt unbuttoned and open, sipping the dregs from her glass. She lifted it. "Join me?"

I returned with the bottle and a second glass, shifting a few ice cubes to hers and poured us a couple. I raised my eyebrows.

"Adorable, Elroy. She's just adorable!"

I waited, taking a sip, staring at the coffee table book, Lise's breasts in my peripheral vision.

"You've got a sweet thing going there, boy." She shrugged out of her shirt and slipped off her pants, her underwear, a deep orchid, showing a darker color between her legs. "I'll tell you all about it while you do what you do so well."

I grinned and knelt between her legs. "I know right? She got you lit up in less than an hour. But why did she race out of here?" I slipped her panties off to reveal her blonde bush and pale pink lips. Lise had one of the sweetest pussies I'd ever had the privilege of eating. Her outer labia, like her breasts, were barely a thickening between her thighs and her inner labia. Those were a thin sheath, barely covering her entrance. But Lise tasted unlike any other woman I had been with. I leaned in to inhale her perfume. I swear it smelled like flowers.

"You don't, like, use perfume on your pussy, do you?" I'd asked one morning after a marathon 69 session. I was between her legs, my cheek resting on her bush, my fingers playing with her lips.

"Hell, no!" She laughed. "You'd know it if I did, and it would taste awful. Have any of your other friends done that?" She'd sat up on her elbows to look at me.

I agreed that that would terrible, but I knew she wasn't telling me everything. I was convinced Lise was a witch. I mean, a truly modern witch—in a sisterhood…a coven. She'd not said it explicitly, but she'd dropped enough hints that I knew she had something going on. There must have been something she was doing to taste so sweet.

"So?" I prompted her, dipping my nose into her opening. She gasped and stroked my ears, like she would with a cat. Stroking the pussy that was licking her pussy. It wasn't the first time I'd felt like her pet. Maybe she was grooming me to be her familiar. My mind tended to drift when I had her cunt in my mouth.

"She's..ohhh…nice…yes…that's ni..oh! Yes!" She raised up to give me a better angle and settled back on the cushion. "Hmmmm…she's very young,..(gasp)…Elroy…and sharp…and horny. And awkward and blunt…yesyesyes…like that…like that…"

She stopped talking, her hands playing with my face, her bush rubbing against my forehead. I knew to avoid her clit until the last possible moment; not because she disliked my paying attention to it. Just the opposite: she

needed

me to suckle it for her to get off. I ignored it to tease her.

Her clit was oversized: a raspberry sitting at the top of her lips. I'd never seen it covered. In fact, when I first stripped her, on our second date, performing my usual inspection, I noticed a thin veil of flesh, almost like a foreskin. No matter how gently I probed it, she would gasp.

"No wonder you're so horny," I commented, gazing at it. "It's like constantly being stimulated, isn't it."

She sighed, contentedly. "Oh," she said, looking at me looking at her, "I'm going to keep you. You're the first one who gets it."

"And she's…fuck..yes..yes..yesyesyesyesyes…ohhhhhfuck…please suck me off…pleasepleaseplease…Noooo!"

I pulled away, blowing on it, the cool air teasing her. "Lise. This is the only leverage I've got. Now tell me what you two talked about."