Learning to Like It (2 page)

When I went off, so did she, crying out. Unashamed for anyone to see the flush that swept pink over her lovely skin. Afterwards, the two of us just sat there panting, entangled on the chair. With a shy smile, I took the dollar in my hand and tucked it into Jenny's panties while people whistled and cheered. It wasn't just my boyfriend or the group of friends. The whole club applauded.

Jenny stood me up, straightened out my clothes, and looked as if she were about to say something, but was interrupted by an older gentleman with steel gray hair. He walked up to us and handed me a five-dollar bill. "You were hot as hell, honey," he told me.
 

I didn't know whether to be flattered or angry, so I just hid my face and handed the money to Jenny.

She gave me a wink. "I'll take your money, but only if you write your phone number on it."

And my boyfriend handed me the pen.

Of course, I don't think either of us expected her to call that very same night…

~~~

"Hey, maybe that's your new girlfriend calling."
 

Chad teased me, holding me in the parking lot next to his car, his arms around my waist.
 

"Stop," I said, laughing, ignoring my ringing phone.

We were both in a great mood, but he was a little drunk, and turned on, if his erection pressing against my belly was any indication. Our friends had taken off for the night; it was just the two of us. I was so keyed up I couldn't wait to go back to his apartment, but I felt like we needed to talk about what had happened, too. "Shouldn't you be jealous?"

"Of another girl?" Chad asked, sliding his hands down to my ass. "Nope. I'm the one who bought you the lap dance, remember? It makes me nervous that I'm your first. I figure I've got to make up for a lot of missed experiences if I intend to hold onto you."

He made it sound like a joke, but the softness in his expression twinkling in the lamplight made me think he meant it on some level and my heart softened a little bit. He had been my first and he'd made losing my virginity a special and exciting thing. I felt safe with him to try new things and explore whoever I was and whoever I was meant to be.

When the phone rang again, we both laughed, nervously. I lifted the phone to my ear and took the call.

Jenny's voice came low and sultry over the connection. "Kim?"

I blushed. "Yeah."

"So you gave me your real number…"

It hadn't even occurred to me not to. "Yeah."

"I just wanted to check," Jenny said, her voice lowering a little bit. "And to let you know that I'm off the clock now if you want to finish what we started…"

"Um," I said, my eyes flicking nervously at Chad. He was leering, vastly amused. I think he knew, without my having to say so, that I was talking to the girl who just gave me an orgasm with her clit-ring. "I'm kind of with my boyfriend right now."

"I can see that," Jenny said, emerging from the foggy alleyway leading from the club.
 

She was a vision, striding through the parking lot to us in high-heeled thigh-high leather boots, a tight mini-skirt, and a fur jacket over a midriff baring tube top. Somehow, she was even sexier clothed, like a movie-star with the same confident strut; she knew that she looked good. "Hi."

"Hi," I said, shyly, ending the call.

She did too, and I felt my breath quicken at the way she let her hungry eyes devour me, as if she hadn't had enough before.

"Well, hello there," Chad said. He gave Jenny a flirtatious once-over and I felt like a hypocrite for feeling jealous. "Thanks for the show tonight. You and Kim and me are going to be doing the dirty in my fantasies all week long—hell, all year long. Unless you want it to be more than a fantasy."

Wait a minute
—we hadn't talked about
that
!

"Easy, stud." Jenny smirked. "I only like boys when I'm on the job…"

Oh.
I was relieved. Sort of. Or did that mean she was a lesbian? I really had no idea what to think about that, but Chad gave a rueful chuckle. "That's a shame."

"My loss I'm sure," Jenny said, with a grin. "You're pretty hot for a guy, so I'm sorry to disappoint. But I might have a way of making it up to you. What if you let me borrow your girlfriend for the night, and let you watch?"

That she had the nerve to bargain with him for me turned me on. Also, offended me a little. I couldn't decide which impulse was stronger, so I just asked, "Oh, hey, don't I get a say in this?"

Jenny leveled me with a flirtatious smile. "Do you want a say in it, Pretty Girl?"

Well, I wasn't sure how to answer that. Because while I wasn't sure I wanted to be
borrowed
, I was still running hot with arousal. Especially when she called me
Pretty Girl
, which made me melt a bit. And the idea of doing anything else with her while Chad watched was driving me crazy. But did I want to admit it?

Thankfully, my boyfriend rescued me from having to answer. "I'd love to watch you two together, so if you're into it, Kim…"

I didn't know if I was into it. I just knew that I was outrageously horny and that if Chad was with me, things couldn't go too badly. He always made things better, safer.
 

We went back to her apartment—a stylish flat with a white lambskin rug on the floor and lucite tables. Everything was cool and sexy, just like Jenny. I wasn't so cool. Having no idea what to expect, I was shaking like a leaf.

But Jenny had her arms around me and her tongue in my mouth before we even got in the door. We hadn't kissed before, not mouth to mouth, and the intensity of it—the feel of her tongue darting between my lips—gave me a serious high. She was all over me, her hands under my skirt, her body rocking me back against the wall of her entryway.
 

"Whoa," Chad said, both in surprise and in warning.

Jenny was only a little chagrinned. "I don't like to wait," Jenny breathed, her mouth smeared with my lipstick. "And I don't like to be teased. I spend all night every night in that club, getting guys off. But when I take someone home, I get what
I
want. You're going to give it to me, Kim, aren't you? Because you don't get to come again until I do."

~~~

I'd fallen under some kind of spell. I let Jenny draw me down with her onto the couch, shaking with desire, and a little embarrassment too that Chad was watching this. I felt like I was still putting on some kind of show, like in the club, and it gave me pause. What if I did something to piss my boyfriend off?

Chad took an armchair near the sofa without being invited, the hardness of his erection pressing reassuringly against his pants. "Mind if I smoke?" he asked Jenny.

"Yeah, I do," she replied. "But given how nervous your girlfriend is, I'd say you've never done this before, and since you're willing to make an exception, I will too."

Chad grinned and lit up.

Meanwhile, Jenny crept closer to me and a spark ignited between us. A rush of heat flowed through my veins. "I'm going to kiss you again, Kim. But this time, slow and wet and like I want to get you into bed. Because that's what I want. I want to fuck you, Kim…"

Could women do that to one another? I mean, I knew what women supposedly did together, but did that count as
fucking
and did it matter? Taking a drag from his glowing cigarette, Chad gave me a look of reassurance . . . and encouragement. He wanted me to do it. He wanted me. Both of them did.
 

And that made me feel like the center of the universe!

Jenny scooted a little closer and she smelled like coconuts. She'd showered off the glitter and sweat from the club, and now her skin was even lovelier. Like make-believe. I wasn't even sure this moment was real. I quickly wetted my lips with nervous assent, my hands clasped in my lap. Jenny's fingernails traced the curve of my cheek before pressing her lips to mine, plump and soft. She used them to tease me, tickling the corners of my mouth until I gasped.
 

With a wicked grin, she asked, "Did you ever fantasize about being with a girl before?"

I wasn't sure how she found a way to speak because I was breathless. "No—Not…I hadn't really thought about it."

Chad exhaled a little smoke. "But now she's going to for sure. Kim's a little bit innocent…"

"We're going to change that tonight," Jenny said, letting her hand drift over my shoulder in a caress, then down to my nipple and giving it a pinch. The jolt of arousal she sent through me was so strong that I moaned. Then Jenny batted her eyelashes. "You've probably heard that girls are soft and pretty and gentle together. But I'm not going to be gentle with you, Kim…"

I felt suddenly like her prey. Jenny palmed both my breasts, squeezing them to the point of pain. "It feels good, doesn't it? You like it. Your nipples are getting harder just thinking about how I'm going to pinch and pull at them. They're going to hurt. They're going to ache when we're done. You want that, don't you?"

"Yes," I whispered, because I was so mesmerized I couldn't think to lie.

Jenny and I kissed again, her body pressed tight to me, her fingers sliding up the other thigh. "Open your legs for me," she said, and when I hesitated, she asked, "Don't you want me to touch your pussy, Kim?"

"Oh god." It wasn't an answer, but she tilted my head back and kissed her way down my throat, biting me there until I moaned out my consent. I wanted her. I wanted her to touch me. My body throbbed with this unfamiliar craving just as I parted my knees, and her nails dragged up my thigh, slipping into my panties to play with my pussy.

She moaned, too, at the touch of me, and that emboldened me to touch her. Tentatively, I reached out and squeezed at her round breasts, until she leveled me with a stare. "I don't remember giving you permission to touch," she scolded. "You earn that, Kim. For now, you keep kissing me and let me play with your wet, swollen little cunt."

She was teasing me, fluttering her fingers in a quick way that Chad had never done before. And when I looked at my boyfriend, as if for guidance, I saw that his eyes were half-closed with arousal, a spot of wetness on his pants from where his pre-cum was starting to leak. He was excited. Intensely excited, and that, in turn, excited me.

Jenny and I kissed harder, teeth and lips smashing together. Then she yanked down my gown, exposing my small breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra—seldom needed one. But the sensation I felt when she dipped her head to catch my nipple between her teeth nearly made me wilt back on the sofa. Oh, the scrape of her teeth on sensitive flesh…she was definitely going to make me sore. And somehow, I still wanted more of it. I moaned into her mouth and I arched against her hand, giving myself over to the experience. "Oh god, I'm going to—"

Slap
.
 

I saw stars when I realized Jenny slapped at my pussy. "No, Kim. Don't you dare. I told you, you're not going to come until I do. You just have to hold it back."

I'd never tried that before, and I was so close to the edge now I whimpered with desperation. I couldn't believe it was a woman doing this to me. Jenny drew her fingers to her mouth and tasted me on them. "You're a sweet girl, Kim. And in the club, when you were paying for me, you and your boyfriend got to call the shots. But not here. You're in Jenny's world now."

I felt shameless, more needy than I'd ever been. So I didn't resist when she pushed against my shoulders, trying to put me on my knees. I glance up in shock when she laced her fingers through my hair and spread her legs in invitation. "Kiss me, Kim. Kiss my pussy."

"Oh, god." That's all I could think to say, because suddenly I wasn't so sure about any of this.

"Go on," she said, but I couldn't do it.

It wasn't the first time I saw her naked, sparkling, privates—but what she was asking me to do…

I didn't know what to do and gave a nervous shake of my head. This wasn't me. I wasn't the kind of girl who…"Listen, Jenny, I—I don't mind the kissing and the touching and the making out, but…"

Her eyes narrowed on me, and she gave me a wicked grin. "But what?"

"But I'm not sure I'm going to like this."

My protest didn't phase her at all. "Well, if you want to come again tonight, then you'd better
learn
to like it. Because unless your face is buried between my thighs, that's all you're getting tonight."

This flattened me. I slumped down feeling totally submissive to her. My own sexual appetite made me want to want to do whatever she said, but I glanced at Chad. He wasn't any help. Straining and flushed with his own arousal, he gave me a shrug as if to say that it was all up to me.

Leaning forward, I kissed her between her thighs, tentatively, warily. She tasted clean, like soap from her shower. A little salty, too. But those little kisses weren't enough for her. Jenny tugged me against her, saying, "That's nice, but not what I want. Use your tongue."

I was terrified to do it, but curious too. So I closed my eyes and let my tongue slide gently between her folds. "You can do better," she whispered, tugging on my hair.
 

And when I swept my tongue over her little clit ring, letting it play with the metal there, she yanked my hair and said, "Good. More."

She was rough with me, and I liked it. Being on my knees, in her apartment, on her wool carpet, with my face caught between her long legs made it easier for me to do what I was doing. I licked her, moving my tongue faster and harder, the taste of her in my mouth and the scent of her in my nostrils. And as I started to give myself over to it, Jenny, purred. "That's a good girl. You're definitely learning. You like it, don't you?"

I wanted to deny it, but when I paused to answer, she dug her nails into my scalp. "Don't you dare stop. Did I tell you that you could stop?"

She was hurting me but somehow that made it easier. I didn't have to think about whether or not what I was doing was right, or what it meant, or if I liked it. I only had to worry about pleasing her. It stripped me bare, and gave me permission to lose myself between her thighs, licking, and sucking, and trying to keep up with her as she began to grind her cunt against my face.