Bareback Threesomes: Seduced By A Lesbian (No Limits Erotica Book 2) (2 page)

“No. Maybe. I don’t know. Shut up.”

Rebecca giggled, punching Ariel on the arm.

“God. I just hope Holden doesn’t find out. He doesn’t like the thought of me getting drunk when he’s not around. He’s so
possessive
.”

“Oh yeah?”

“He’s just, you know. All super alpha male, hoorah. I kind of love it. It gets...kind of annoying sometimes, but,” she took another long sip. “God, that’s strong. But, yeah. Annoying, but hot. You know? It’s just sexy how he wants to be in charge all the time. Decision man!”

She laughed and threw her arms in the air—carefully not spilling a single drop of her drink.

“How are you getting along with him?”

“Oh, perfectly.
Perfectly
.” Rebecca pressed her hands to her chest. “He’s
such
a hunk, and he’s so
nice
, and he’s so decisive, and...god. I just love him. I don’t want to just like, be all braggy or whatever, that’s so offensive. But I really think he’s going to marry me, Ariel. I really, really do. I hope he asks soon. He’s like, decision man, like I said. So once he makes up his mind that’s what he’s going to do, well. That’s what he’s going to do.”

“And you’re conveniently expressing how marrying you is a good thing to do?”

Rebecca giggled. “Well...I don’t want to be a virgin
forever
, come on.”

The two friends had gathered their legs up on the couch, sliding their feet into one another. For Rebecca, perhaps it was a convenient way to warm her feet. For Ariel, it was another avenue for temptation. The dark-haired beauty kept her hoodie partially unzipped—just enough to not be completely obvious. But her cleavage was easy to find, and, as Ariel knew, very easy to look at.

The uncultured eye might have thought of Holden as an impediment to Ariel’s plans of seduction. But she knew her friend, her tendency toward clinginess and commitment. And she had planned for an eventuality such as this—a desperately in-love girl with her man, far far away.

It would be, in a way, rather easy. “Don’t you think he would want you to be a woman of the world?” “You’d be doing this for him. Getting all those temptations out of your system. He’d approve.” “He’d like knowing that your one fling outside of him was a hot girl, and your best friend at that. Wouldn’t he?”

Milking out the notion that it was all just a one-time occurrence...and then fucking Rebecca so well that she’d never able to get the thought of her beautiful dark-haired friend out of her mind.

Devious, perhaps. But Ariel was perfectly willing to be devious if it got her out of her slum apartment.

The afternoon melded into evening, and the two continued to drink and catch up, with Rebecca’s eyes soaking up more and more of Ariel’s hot, supple cleavage all the while.

As the evening stretched on, Rebecca’s gaze caught on Ariel’s form more often. Each time, Ariel only smiled indulgently, adjusting her posture ever so slightly.

Keep looking
, her body language said.
Do more, if you like.

It had been such a long time since Ariel had seen Rebecca. They hadn’t seen each other since Rebecca had moved away to go to boarding school, outside of a few streaming web conversations here and there. Mostly, they kept up by email. Always, Rebecca’s problems and needs were kept in the circuit of Ariel’s emotional urgencies.

Now, fully intending to create emotional connections, Ariel let Rebecca talk and talk. She heard about classes and teachers, admittedly petty jealousies and worries about the upcoming spring semester. There was no better way to let the beautiful young blonde feel open and intimate.

Now, a pinch drunk and fully awake, with her pale cheeks lit up from the alcohol in her system, Rebecca truly showed how completely beautiful she had become. In her tiny pink top and tight calf-length skirt, Rebecca’s body was advertised strictly for long lovemaking sessions that transformed easily into full-on breeding ruts.

Her every feature screamed fertility—from her wide hips to her massive bust, to her tight waist and long legs, to her plumply plush mouth and thick golden hair. She was the absolute model of fertile thinking. Even Ariel, who couldn’t possibly ever get her friend pregnant, let her mind drift with the possibility of seeing Rebecca fill up with some virile man’s potent seed, her tits getting even larger, swollen with warm, delicious milk, and her belly positively curving with life...

“Did I tell you Angela got pregnant?”

Ariel’s attention became firmly fixed back on her friend.

“Angela?” she asked.

“She was my neighbor. I think you met her once or twice?”

Ariel had. Neither time had been much fun. Angela was a woman very much concerned with
class
and those who were on her level or weren’t.

“Anyway,” said Rebecca, “I just don’t believe it. You know? Like, wow! You’re only nineteen! Slow down! Right? I mean, you don’t
have
to get pregnant just because you’re in love, you know.”

“I don’t know,” said Ariel. “It’s sort of romantic.”

“You’re a lesbian,” said Rebecca. “You wouldn’t understand.”

Ariel’s sexual orientation was no secret to Rebecca, of course. Part of their continued friendship rested on the fact that they held zero secrets from one another. So Ariel had, at length, detailed to her several sexual escapades. Almost all of them were true, except the one about getting her pussy licked at the gym. Ariel had never been to a gym. You needed money to go to a gym.

“I beg your pardon, miss lady, but I’m still a fucking woman. I can want to get pregnant and do one of the things I am biologically primed to do, man in my life or not.”

“But how would...oh.” Rebecca nodded after a moment. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry, really.”

She leaned forward, unintentionally giving Ariel a healthy view of her gorgeous pale cleavage.

“Well, thank you. I believe you.”

Rebecca squeezed her hand. “I really am sorry. And you know...” Rebecca shrugged, shy now. “I have fantasies about getting pregnant too. I mean, yeah, having kids and all that. Of course. Lots of people do. But the actual getting pregnant part. The changes your body goes through. All that fertility, and growth, and the extra...you know, tits and curves. It’s kind of...I don’t know. It pleases me.”

“Really?”

With all the alcohol running through her system, Ariel had a little trouble not touching herself at her friend's sexy admissions. The object of all her desires was quite suddenly describing one of Ariel’s hidden, strange desires. Not even Ariel understood it all the way, and here was Rebecca—sexy Rebecca, innocent Rebecca, good girl Rebecca—talking about how hot and fun it could be to get pregnant.

“Yeah! I don’t know what it is. I just think it’s...sexy, is all. Whatever!” she threw her hands up. “How did we get on this? Angela. Right. I just think it’s too
early
, you know? Right? I mean, I may want it
some day
, but oh my god, right now? That would just be...crazy.”

“Sure,” said Ariel, looking openly at Rebecca’s huge breasts. “Crazy.”

Her voice wasn’t committed, though. She still hadn’t quite been able to rectify her rampant desire to be pregnant with her complete lack of desire for a man in her life.

“If you think about it,” said Ariel, “it’s really just Angela’s business.”

“Hmm?”

“It’s only her business. I mean, it’s nice that you care. And I know it comes from a place of affection. But...really, the only reason you care is because her path doesn’t align with some prescription that you’ve been fed by society.”

Rebecca giggled. “God, I thought
I
was the one in college. What’s bringing this on?”

Ariel was emboldened, now. Emboldened, and turned on. She closed the distance between herself and Rebecca, sliding up her friend’s body. Rebecca stiffened, but did not push her away.

“Sometimes,” said Ariel, “I wonder what it would be like if we didn’t worry about what society thought at all.”

They embraced. Or rather, Ariel embraced Rebecca. She felt her friend’s resistance, and pushed through it. She didn’t care. It couldn’t matter—she wouldn’t
let
her friend’s stupid, idiotic doubts affect the perfection of their meeting. It would all work out. Their tits pressed tight on one another. All she had to do with her hot, young body was keep kissing, and rubbing, and enjoying...and there was no doubt in her mind that Rebecca would give in.

And then...she did. Slowly but surely, Rebecca’s mouth began to melt back into Ariel’s. Her lips urged forward, trying to suckle on Ariel’s, and her tongue probed deep into the brunette’s mouth. She
wanted
Ariel. Their crotches mixed heat together, sliding on top of one another.

Slowly, Ariel pushed Rebecca back onto the couch, and kissed her harder. Rebecca’s hands pushed Ariel's tight shorts down, touching the brunette’s shockingly hot pussy.

“Oh...oh Ariel...”

Her fingers slid slow up into Ariel’s folds.

“Yes, do it Rebecca. Do it, please. I want you in there. I want you...”

Rebecca nodded, moaning affirmatives. She wanted it just as bad. Ariel’s heart leapt. They were going to be
together
. It was going to
work
. It was going to—

Three sharp knocks sounded at the front door.

“Babe? Hey, babe?”

The door jimmied as he turned the knob. Luckily, it was locked.

“
Shit
,” Rebecca whisper-shrieked. “It’s Holden. I can’t fucking believe it. Shit, shit shit. What am I doing?”

She rolled out from under Rebecca, shaking her head and pulling her outfit back together.

“He’s not supposed to
be
here, what the hell? Did he change his mind?”

Laughing, Ariel slowly zipped up her hoodie. “He must have.”

“I...” Rebecca shook her head. “I can’t...”

Holden’s voice traveled inward once more. “Rebecca?”

Ariel knew this could all be ruined in an instant. If Rebecca came to the wrong conclusion, or if Ariel said the wrong thing.

“Go to him, silly,” said Ariel, her smile warm and inviting. “Your man wants to see you. And I don’t blame him.” Leaning in, she kissed Rebecca on the cheek. “I’ll be over in a moment. After I calm down from having your fingers inside of me.”

It would have been easy, and stupid, to beg Rebecca not to go to him. Or to leave Holden. Or to promise to stay silent. Instead, Ariel played it cool. No one would have to know. Nothing would have to change. By mere allowance and enjoyment, she had shown directly that Rebecca could adore kissing a woman and being with her boyfriend at the same time.

And that, more than anything, was what Ariel wanted.

Rebecca, eyes wide, nodded and started downstairs.

* * * * *

I
nside the cabin, Holden and Rebecca were playing some card game or another, catching up and enjoying one another over a few glasses of wine. Ariel didn’t want to intrude, just yet. It would not work to her advantage to make them feel awkward and uncomfortable. The more they enjoyed themselves, the more they would want to enjoy other sensations. That was how pleasure worked.

And so, outside on the deck behind the cabin, Ariel lounged in the jacuzzi. Though the air was cold, and the wind whipped fierce around the cabin, the warmth of the water kept Ariel’s gorgeous, busty body languid and comfortable. She lay back, sighing contentedly, rather pleased with the events of the day thus far.

Ariel worked close to sixty hours a week, and that was on the low end. As a waitress at a small diner, she picked up whatever double-shifts she could find, filling in for co-workers and supervisors alike. But, the diner was owned by a nepotistic miser. Mister Calducci. All the money he earned went directly to himself, and never back into his business. Any positions that opened either went to his children, his cousins and their children, or the friends of any of the above. The second Ariel missed one day of work, she knew she’d be fired.

“Little girl, little girl,” Calducci would say, every time he strolled into the diner. “You’re lucky you’re pretty. Otherwise I wouldn’t try to find so many reasons to keep you around.”

It was, in a way, her own fault. She wasn’t able to hold her tongue. When Calducci’s kid Rocko wanted to make people pay before their meals, Ariel spoke up—that would hurt her chances at any sort of a tip. Or, when Calducci’s niece Diane didn’t show up to work for three straight weeks and then shoved one of Ariel’s friends out of her shift, Ariel spoke up.

And Calducci noticed. And he waited, biding his time, just hurting for the one chance he would need to fire Ariel. And it wasn’t just her—he would fire anyone that missed a single day of work, for any reason. Sick that day? Fired. Sick kids? Fired. Pregnant? Fired. Dead family? Fired.

She earned just about minimum wage with all her pay and tips combined.

All the money she earned went toward paying for rent, utilities, and groceries. Her cell phone was a burner, bought in a convenience store when she had a particularly good night at work. She had no cable, no internet, and was lucky when she could spring for something extra, like chocolate or a hamburger. If she missed a single paycheck, she wouldn’t be able to pay rent. If she wasn’t able to pay rent, she’d be kicked out of her apartment. The only sort of place she could afford was the kind of place with a landlord—like Calducci in many ways—who didn’t give a rat’s ass about any of her reasons and explanations about money flow.

So. She couldn’t look for a job without taking less shifts. She couldn’t take less shifts and still feed herself and pay rent. She couldn’t ask off from shifts without a month’s notice—like she had for this trip with Rebecca. Job applications had to be scribbled out in a hurry; every time she put one together, she was sacrificing rest on her tiny mattress back home. And so, if she had any sort of job search and job interview, it would have to be arranged in the four to six hours a day she wasn’t working.

On top of that was the debt. All that debt from her mother and father. It followed after Ariel like a dragon, waiting to snatch her in its jaws. She paid off bits at a time, but could barely reach past the interest most months.