Dark Desires: Dark Erotic Tales (15 page)

My little girl, Emily had been a happy accident. At the time of Emily's conception, I had an irresponsible fling with a man at work. I'd been fully aware the guy was a sleaze and hadn't cared. He'd been hot, and he'd scratched an itch at the time. By the time I figured out I was pregnant, he'd already quit the job and moved on. I couldn't find him, and admittedly, didn't try too hard.

I was surprisingly happy about the pregnancy, given I'd never been in any lasting relationship and had no prospects to do so. Nor did I have any family to support me or help me through it. I'd done it alone, except for the love of my beautiful friend Delilah and her husband Joel.

Joel and Delilah were married two years when she got pregnant. Incredibly, Delilah conceived within days of me. As though our souls were so in tune, Delilah had known I would need her to go through this with me. Both pregnancies went smoothly, and both Dakota and Emily were born perfect and healthy. And then, one month after the births, Delilah's husband Joel deployed to Afghanistan.

And he came home in a casket.

With our baby's barely a year old, I stood at his grave, clutching Delilah's hand. Together, we watched her future being returned to the Earth. Our friend Anne kept the kids for us over
night. After the service and the wake were over, Delilah allowed herself to break down. We curled up together that night, and I held her while she cried it out. That's when we made our official promise to both be mothers
and
fathers to both the kids.

And six years later, the whole thing was still going beautifully. I still couldn't seem to get into the idea of even attempting to find a man. Delilah occasionally went on dates, but nothing ever came of it. Her heart remained with her husband. I suspected she'd never really move on.

Delilah and I sat chatting while we sipped our tea. After Emily and Dakota tired of the back yard, we took them around to the garage where we all got on our bikes. Delilah and Dakota lived in a small walk up apartment, so they left their bikes at my place where we could ride safely around the neighborhood on sidewalks. When we returned from a ride to the playground, Delilah and I prepared homemade pizzas while the kids made us Happy Mother's Day cards at the table. We put in a movie after supper, but both kids were asleep before we were even a half hour into it. The evening had exhausted them.

We gently carried our kids back to Emily's bedroom. There were two beds in the room since Delilah and Dakota stayed over so often. We both kissed our kids. Then we crossed the room and kissed each other's kids goodnight, leaving them peaceful in the soft glow of the night light.

"Ah, relaxation," Delilah said, plopping backwards onto the couch. I passed right by her to return to the kitchen to make the Margaritas. I returned with two huge, delicious looking Margaritas on the rocks and carefully offered one to my friend.

"Holy shit!"
Delilah exclaimed eyes widening as she beheld the mother of all Margarita. "Did you run out of glasses? Had to use a fish bowl?"

I giggled. "Come on, take it. You know you want it!"

Delilah accepted the drink. "Well hell yes, I do!" she said taking a long pull on the drink. Then she got up and walked over to where her overnight bag sat on the bench near my front door. She put the drink down briefly to rifle through her bag.

"What did you bring to watch?" I asked.

Delilah produced a DVD case out of her bag with an excited squeal, and returned to the couch with her drink. She handed the DVD over to me.

"
Basic Instinct
?" I said incredulously. "What the? What about
Fried Green Tomatoes? Beaches? Steel Magnolias?
You know our usual Mother's Day tear jerker fest?"

Delilah laughed wickedly. "Just not feeling tear jerkers this time!"

"Oh reeeeally," I said curiously. "And why is that? Is there something you need to tell me?"

"Like what?" asked Delilah as she grabbed the DVD back from me and crossed the room. She sat down on the floor in front of the TV and proceeded to queue the movie.

"Like is there a new fellow I should be aware of?"

Delilah laughed as she jumped up and crossed the room again, this time to shut off the lights.
"No, silly. I'm just horny!"

We both laughed and Delilah settled once more onto the couch next to me. We giggled and leaned toward each other in the special way we'd had all our lives. We joked about men and the general
unnecessity of sex as long as vibrators existed. Only half paying attention to the movie, we exchanged sex stories from our pre kid lives and before we knew it, we'd both had two of the fish bowl Margaritas.

"Hey!" Delilah said loudly, definitely demonstrating the intoxicating effects of the drinks. "Let's have chocolate!"

I laughed uproariously as though this were the funniest thing I'd ever considered. Then I got up and weaved back to the kitchen where I grabbed one of the big boxes of chocolate.

I returned to my friend and placed the box between us on the couch. We both eagerly anticipated the opening of the box. We hesitated, each waiting for the other to dive in. Finally, Delilah took the plunge and tore open the box. She let out a blissful moan.

As we'd done since we were children, we decided in advance who could have what chocolate.

"I want all the coconut ones," I said.

"Done. You know I hate coconut. I want all the caramel."

"Sure, I don't like how it gets stuck in my teeth."

We plucked chocolates from the box and popped them into our mouths as we worked out our chocolate delegation arrangement. "I want the chocolate covered cherry," I said, picking the candy out.

"Hold it!" Delilah cried. "There's only one of those in the box!"

I smiled mischievously at Delilah's pouting face. I held the chocolate close to my own lips, silently threatening to devour it.

"
Jace," Delilah whined, "you know how I love the cherry! Please! At least share it with me!"

I licked my lips and then gently placed the chocolate between my teeth, just enough to hold it there, not enough to puncture the chocolate. I loved tormenting Delilah. Few things got her more worked up than chocolate.

Delilah sat across the box of chocolate from me, staring at me through narrow eyes, with a hint of a smile playing on her full lips. Spinning air swirled between her and me, and we lingered there with our eyes locked. I smiled around the candy in my teeth; a tiny giggle crept out from deep in my throat.

That's when Delilah leaned over the box of chocolate and nipped the chocolate in my teeth. Her plump lips grazed mine but neither of us backed away. Delilah sunk her teeth into the chocolate and it
erupted juice from the cherry into both our mouths. I clamped my teeth too on my half of the chocolate with a whisper of a yelp. The chocolate warmed and melted in our mouths with Delilah's lips still brushed against mine. Eye to eye and nose to nose, I suddenly became aware of her bewitching scent and her otherworldly beauty. I could feel the heat of her breath on my skin.

With one tiny motion, her hot lips covered my mouth. My breath caught in my throat and my eyes shut. Every other thought and feeling in life slipped away and all I knew was the feeling of her wet mouth plying my own. When I did not pull away, Delilah hesitantly lift her hand to the back of my head, unclipping my hair clip and letting my black locks spill free. She laced her fingers into my hair and shoved the chocolates onto the floor so that she could move closer, all the while exploring my mouth with her tongue.

My hands flew to her face, cupping the lovely contours of it and caressing her soft skin. My head swam deliciously as I became utterly lost. Delilah traced one finger down my throat and then hooked it under the spaghetti strap of the black tank top I was wearing, gently pulling the strap down. Her fingers grazed my breast as she moved the flimsy material away to expose me. Finally she drew back to look into my sparkling dark eyes. She demurely peeked down at my one exposed breast, round and heaving with my quick breaths. Then she looked back into my eyes and caught the pure heat there radiating. Delilah's seemed suddenly sober. She took my small hand in her own and stood up, pulling me with her. Firmly, she pulled me against her and kissed me again, at the same time filling her hand with my voluptuous breast. A sigh escaped us both and passed between our lips. The heat of it seemed to wash down the length of both our bodies and we began to tremble. Delilah pulled away again, and pulled me toward the bedroom. I happily followed and we rushed down the dark hallway, leaving the movie playing to an empty room.

My room was decorated in dark greys and purples and smelled like lavender. There was barely any light in the room, save a shaft of moonlight sneaking in through the slightly parted drapes. I had a large comfortable bed with a silky canopy and mounds of pillows. We paused beside the bed and admired the ethereal glow cast on our shining skin. I felt shy. Delilah's eyes upon me smoldered. After the brief stillness, she launched.

She tore at my clothes, ripping away the summery little top I wore. I moaned as my breasts and abdomen became totally exposed since I'd skipped wearing a bra that day. I wore a black skirt which Delilah deftly slid down my legs and let drop to the floor leaving me standing there in nothing but a lacy black G-string. Delilah kissed me again, this time with her hands hungrily roaming my curvaceous body. She laid her hands greedily on me, everywhere she could reach while maintaining the kiss. She kissed me as though she'd been starving for me, thrusting her tongue in and out of my mouth. My legs grew weaker and I squealed when Delilah's hands tugged at the waist of my G-string, pulling it up rather than down, teasing me with it.

Finally some nerve began to mount in me as well. As Delilah kissed and explored me, I fingered the snaps of the light gingham blouse Delilah wore and pulled it away from her smooth skin. She wore a perfectly fitted white bra, lifting and accentuating her gorgeous breasts. I pulled away from the kiss to admire her breasts that I'd secretly always wanted to see. "You're so beautiful," I whispered.

The softly uttered compliment was Delilah's undoing. She yanked down my G-string and firmly took hold of my hips. She pushed me into a seated position on the edge of my bed and knelt before me, roughly spreading apart my legs.

"Oh, Delilah…"

Before I could even comprehend what was happening, her tongue was inside me. No teasing, no prelude, nothing gentle or sweet like my friend. No, Delilah thrust her tongue in and out of me almost violently. She knew exactly what spot to hit with her tongue with every thrust, and intense heat flooded me. I wanted to fall backwards, but I fought the dizziness as Delilah kneaded one of my breasts. With her other hand, Delilah found my clit. She applied the perfect amount of pressure as she swirled her finger back and forth against my clit while relentlessly stimulating my g-spot with her tongue.

"Oh my god," I said in a voice reminiscent of panic. Never, not ever in my life had I felt anything close to what I was feeling just then. Delilah's hands and mouth worked in an amazing rhythm and a million hot pin pricks of sensation danced through me. "Oh, god, Delilah," I whispered breathlessly, "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come."

Delilah growled and nodded without stopping the magic she was working. I knew then I was welcome to come in Delilah's face and I couldn't hold it back. I fell backward and my body was wracked with violent spasms as my hot juices flowed and Delilah happily drank me in. I was rendered entirely helpless for a moment as she continued to manipulate me with a skilled tongue.

We scurried up onto the big bed and Delilah moved on top of me to kiss me again. I sighed softly as I tasted myself on her wet lips, surprised to discover that I liked the taste. I frantically fumbled with the fly of her jean shorts and pushed them and her thong down her slender hips. She obliged by kicking her clothing the rest of the way off and we thrashed together, a mess of tangled limbs. Somehow I was able to communicate what I wanted with just a heady look into Delilah's pretty blue eyes, and she deliberately moved on the bed to straddle my face.

I stared briefly at this most private part of my best friend. Delilah was tan everywhere, not a single tan line. Her blonde pubic hair was shaved into a perfect stripe. Shyly, I reached a hand up to touch her there. I massaged her gently, and then worked up the nerve to slip one finger inside my friend. Delilah quaked with the sensation and I felt the heat rising in myself once again as I felt the soft wetness of another woman for the first time. Suddenly all my shyness evaporated. I spread Delilah's lips with two fingers and lifted my head slightly to lick her clit. Delilah threw her head back, her blonde curls tossing wildly and she moaned. "Oh yes, Jacinda," she complied breathily. Her perky breasts heaved with her rapid breaths.

I swirled my tongue round and round over Delilah's clit, mimicking the exact rhythm she had just used to make me come. With my other hand, I sank two fingers deep inside her, instinctively finding the soft nub that I could use to
cause Delilah's complete unhinging. For a moment I worked my fingers and my tongue together in a blissful rhythm, when suddenly Delilah pulled away. Gasping for breath, Delilah spun her body around so that she was backwards on my face, and then she bent over to once again plunge her face into my hot center.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," I seethed before returning my mouth to Delilah's perfect body. We fingered and licked at a feverish pace, never wanting the moment to end, yet both building to climax like tornadoes. Our curves pressed together as though made for each other and we tongued each other's clits. Our bodies rocked as we came explosively together.