My Friends the Allens -- Among Friends by Mark Aster = = = Note: this story takes place in a fantasy world where vaccines against AIDS and pregnancy are safe and common, and casual sex with strangers is not suicidally stupid. The real world, sadly, is not like this: so don't try this at home, folks. = = = Warm naked female skin presses against my palms in the darkness. She kisses me again, and her breasts are smooth and soft and tender against my chest. I wonder who she is? Earlier that night, five of us lounged around in the Allen sisters' livingroom. Pat and Julie Allen were there, of course, and me, and Rachel Kaplan and her lover Ariana. I hadn't caught Ariana's last name, probably because I was too distracted by her self. She is a medium-sized slender girl, with long red hair, clear pale skin, and an interesting scattering of freckles. Her eyes are large and green, her forehead high, her mouth wide and smiling. Ooops, did I say "girl"? I meant "woman", of course. She's nineteen or twenty, although with slim hips and small breasts; I'll bet with her hair in pigtails and the right clothes, she could pass for fourteen. Watching Rachel and Ariana together was amazingly erotic; they were so obviously in love, so obviously fascinated by each other, so obviously hot for each other. Every so often as we all talked, they would suddenly catch each other's eyes, stop talking, just stare at each other for long entranced moments, or put their arms around each other and kiss, bodies pressed together on the couch, hands caressing each other through their clothes. We aren't a very inhibited bunch. Pat slid off her chair and sat beside me on the rug. I put an arm around her, and we cuddled together. She could tell I was admiring Rachel and Ariana, and she grinned at me. "What is it that men find so fascinating about women in love?" she asked, to me and to the room in general, as the pair moved apart again. "Oh, I dunno," I answered lazily. "Women excited, turned on, full of desire, but no other men around to get in the way. Other men are always rivals, you know, and you wonder if their cock is bigger than yours, or if they can spit farther. Man things. So if I'm going to admire lovers, it's especially nice if they're both women." Ariana laughed. I ran my palm over Pat's shoulder, up to the base of her neck, and behind her head. I leaned forward, cupping her skull in my hand, and kissed her throat. She purred, and ran her fingers through my hair. "What you really mean," suggested Julie from her chair, "is that when you see two women kissing, your mind immediately starts to construct a B-movie porn flick around them." "Well, yeah," I admitted, lightly squeezing Pat's heavy round breasts through her shirt, and kissing her collarbones. "But I construct dirty movies around women in general; two women in love are just that much more attractive. What can I say? I'm an incorrigible bastard." "Well, at least he's honest about it!" said Rachel from the couch. Her mouth was perfect and pink; for a moment I envied Ariana. "That's why we love him," said Pat, and I kissed her lips, sinking my tongue into the sweetness of her mouth as she put her arms around me and moaned quietly. There seemed to be something hot and sexy in the air that night; the apartment began to smell of love and desire as we listened to jazz on the stereo, and the necking got more serious. Rachel and Ariana breathlessly excused themselves and went off to the guest room. Julie looked at her sister. "Pat," she said, "you had better take him to bed; I hate to see a man suffer so." Pat grinned and led me away. She stood next to the bed, and I stripped her slowly and carefully, stopping frequently to kiss her mouth and her warm solid body. She smiled and stretched, standing with her arms over her head, as I ran my hands over her breasts and knelt to take off her jeans. "What is it in the air tonight?" she wondered, as I slid her panties down and nuzzled the soft fragrant hair between her thighs. "I feel so young and clean and sexy." "It's Rachel and Ariana," I answered, sliding my hands back up her body, cupping her big firm naked breasts and kissing her ear, "they're like newlyweds." She unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my nipples. "You want them, don't you?" she asked, undoing my pants. My cock sprang gratefully out. I stroked the top of Pat's head as she licked the sensitive underside of my shaft with her long blunt tongue. "Ah," I gasped, "I want all of you, all four of you gorgeous sweet decadent women. But you'll do for now." And I hoisted her up and knocked her over onto the bed. She laughed and reached her arms out to me. I fell on top of her, between her legs, my body pressing her into the mattress, her tongue warm and probing in my mouth, her hands caressing my back and my ass. "Do it to me slowly," she whispered, "slowly and hot and for hours." She closed her eyes and kissed me softly as I entered her. We fit together as beautifully as ever, her moist dark female depths swallowing and squeezing the throbbing hardness of my cock. I penetrated her and fucked her slowly and lovingly, and she rocked her hips and her fingers tightened and loosened on my sides. I kissed her face and her eyelids as our bodies moved together. She licked my chest and sucked on my nipples, and currents of pleasure flowed from her mouth, through my chest, out my cock and into her smooth wet pussy. We both struggled not to lose ourselves, not to give in to the urgency building in our bodies, not to let it end too soon in quick raw animal sex. After long exquisite minutes, Pat's breathing was faster and more helpless, and she gasped and cried out and came. I smiled at the incredible flushed beauty of her face, and held myself back, tightening the muscles in the base of my cock, making it longer and harder, and holding in the cum that I felt building in me. A few more strokes, another deep kiss from her hot eager mouth, and my body began to slip out of control. She felt it coming, and tightened her hands on my ass, pulling me forcefully against her, deep into her, chuckling under her breath as I gasped and moaned into her ear, and moaning in pleasure as I burst inside her, filling her depths with my hot white semen. I lay on top of her, not moving, softly kissing her lips as we made quiet satisfied little sounds at each other. Then I slid off of her, and we curled up together, and fell asleep. Sometime later, the room dark, Julie came in and climbed into the bed beside her sister. She leaned over Pat and kissed me softly on the cheek, then kissed her sister, and slid under the covers, and fell asleep herself. The room was warm and entirely dark, and I was back to sleep almost instantly. Later, still in utter enveloping darkness, I sense someone standing at my side of the bed. I reach out, and my hand finds warm bare flesh. She lowers herself carefully and quietly onto the edge of the bed, sitting by my hips. I explore her thighs and her sides gently and silently with one hand, still not all awake, enjoying the lovely anonymous feel of her skin. She reaches out with one arm and lifts up my head. Our faces collide gently, and I smell the wonderful human smell of her skin and her breath. Our mouths find each other in the dark, and her kiss is long and hot and friendly. I reach out to embrace her, and she slides onto the bed. Warm naked female skin presses against my palms in the darkness. She kisses me again, and her breasts are smooth and soft and tender against my chest. I wonder who she is, but not knowing is a sweet and exotic thrill. Her hands move over my body, stroking my chest and circling around my swelling penis. I reach for her, but she slips downward and escapes me, and her lips are on my thighs. Her mouth envelops my cock, and I gasp with delight. Her tongue is ardent and skillful, and in a moment I am completely erect, and hungry for her body. I take her in my hands, squeezing her flesh, kissing her mouth, sucking the erect softness of her nipples. Her stomach is smooth and warm and downy, and her vulva is soft and open, and my tongue penetrates her, and my fingers caress her, and she gasps almost silently in the darkness. My head is full of the musky smell of her sex as I run my tongue in and out of her vagina, over the hood of her clitoris, and the thin tight skin of her thighs. Then her mouth is on mine again, and she rolls on top of me, and she spreads her thighs, and I push myself into her. Her tongue is in my mouth as my penis sinks into her, and she moves her hips lovingly up and down, both of us still silent in the dark, Pat snoring softly in the bed next to us, the rustle of sheets as my unknown lover raises herself up and rides my cock, waves of ecstasy shooting through me. I reach up and stroke her breasts and nipples as she pleasures herself on me; invisible in the darkness, her hair swirls around her head and touches my hands. I touch her face, and she takes my fingers into her mouth and sucks on them as she begins to come, her sweet pussy tightening around my penis, her body slowly collapsing onto me, my cock penetrating her more deeply, more urgently, and I try hard not to cry out as I come also, in long almost painful spasms of tearing bliss. We lie still on the bed, and she kisses me again, and sighs. I close my eyes, falling back into a doze with her body warm against me, and when I open them again, she is gone. Now I drift back towards sleep, and imagine who she might have been. In cold fact, I know these women well enough that I could know if I wanted to. But the images are all so sweet that I hate to give any of them up. Julie rising quietly from the other side of the bed and making love to me in the darkness, struggling to suppress her usual orgasmic screams. Rachel creeping from Ariana's side and coming down the stairs, coming to me and giving herself to me for old times' sake. Or, most erotic of all because most unfamiliar, red-haired Ariana impaled on my cock, her small breasts bouncing as she rides me to orgasm and I pull her pale stiff nipples. Sleep overtakes me, and I fall happily into her arms, and Julie and Rachel and Ariana swirl naked around me, their eyes happy and their bodies flushed with sex, and Pat stands behind them all and runs her hands down over the curves of her body, and I love them all in my dreams until morning. My Friends the Allens -- Among Friends by Mark Aster