Finding Acceptance in His Arms (3 page)

“Pl
ease, Jennifer…” Kara groaned in frustration.

“There,
there. We’ll get to what you really want, eventually,” Jennifer promised. “Now
tell me what she said when you related your sexual history.”

Kara
glowered at her friend and lover, now knowing where this
interrogation was going. Though she would never openly
admit it, she rejoiced in the knowledge, muttering, “She didn’t make any
judgments.”

“Really?”
Jennifer sounded perplexed. “Not even
when you told her how much you like to stuff things up your ass?”

“I
didn’t tell her about that.” Kara moaned deeply at the
thought of the pleasurable humiliation she would have suffered if she’d been
honest and if Dr. Eve would have been accepting of her fetish.

Another
torturous lick quickly followed, this one the same a
s
the one before, except it glided to the left side of her anus. Kara stifled the
howl of frustration surging up her throat.

“Why
didn’t you tell her?”

“Feminists
aren’t supposed to like things like that.” A wave of humiliation crashed over
Kara,
threatening to bury her beneath its weight.
“We’re supposed to be normal, with normal sexual urges. To admit having
abnormal sexual urges is equivalent to committing social suicide.”

“You’re
always worried about how you are perceived in other people’s eyes
, aren’t you? But still, you were honest. That’s deserves
something, I suppose.”

Another
lick as a reward.
This one fully laved her asshole, teasing the sphincter
muscle without ever slipping inside. Kara moaned loudly, not wanting it to end.
But it did an
yway.

“She
probably knew as soon as she saw all the deep wrinkles in it and felt its
looseness,” Jennifer said. “Both are dead giveaways. How does it make you feel
to know a virtual stranger is aware of your anal fetish?”

“I
don’t know. Please lick me agai
n, Jennifer.
Pleeaassee
!”

No
lick this time. “Tell me the truth, Kara, or I’m getting up and leaving you on
your own.”

Kara
wilted under the threat. “I’m embarrassed but somehow turned on by it at the
same time. I don’t really understand why. Now please gi
ve me what I want!” Secretly, she thrilled at the awful cracking of her
voice and the welling of tears in her eyes.

“Good
girl,” Jennifer soothed. The wonderful tongue returned in earnest this time,
delving inside the sphincter muscle to open Kara up like
she hadn’t been opened by a soft tongue in over three days.
It was heavenly, this gentle probing into her most sensitive area.

And
so, Kara began floating on a cloud of ascending bliss. Without a doubt,
analingus
represented the epitome of oral sex for
her
. The very first time she saw it performed on an
adult video she was mesmerized by the act. The first time she performed it, and
then had the favor returned, she’d become enthralled to it. She simply loved
it, giving or receiving, wholeheartedly. She knew
this
made her a despicable person in most people’s eyes, but then, this life and the
pleasure allotted to her in it belonged to her, not to them. So damn them and
their self-righteous judgments.

She
quickly became lost in the tongue-fucking, unconsciously
pushing against the floor with her hands to make her hips
rise up to make her ass spread open even more. In a short time Jennifer’s
delving tongue made her want something larger and harder than a semi-soft,
pliable tongue. She thought the middle-sized
butt
plug
would prove to be perfect. She moaned
loudly to signal this.

Jennifer
scoffed. “I hear you, anal slut. And I know what you want. But I’m not
convinced you deserve it yet. I want to first hear some real begging and see
some real tears. Come on now, giv
e me what I want and
you’ll get what you want.”

“
Pleeaassseeee
, Jennifer! I’ll do anything you want! I
promise! I’ll even let you do that thing to me that you love doing so much! I
promise I will! Please, Jennifer.
Pleeeaassee
!”

“No
tears?” Jennifer peered
down at Kara’s tortured face.
“Proper begging should always be accompanied by tears. You know this, Kara. I
want to see something genuine! Stop pretending!”

The
first of the tears spilled out of Kara’s eyes to mar the carpet, but she didn’t
see them or
acknowledge them. She was feeling it now,
this external, physical release providing some kind of primitive, internal
justification for her debauched anal inclinations. The tears flowed easily and
the blubbering of her voice sounded perfect to her ears. “Pl
ease, Jennifer! Please just give me what I want.”

The
popping of the lube top being opened made her start crying even harder. She
whimpered the moment the anal plug invaded her innermost being and slowly slid
into place.

In
moments like these, although she
could never ever
find the courage to describe it to another living person, anal play represented
the act of allowing another person to caress her very soul. She thought this
because all of the women she knew who only reveled in their clitoris’s penchant
f
or pleasure, and to be totally honest, she certainly
loved her clit—she just loved the sensation of anal play more because there was
nothing else like it in the entire world. She thought for certain she must
possess another clit buried somewhere deep insid
e her
ass. And now Jennifer had found it and was strumming it most deliciously with
every inward and outward motion of the
buttplug
.

Her
tears dried up. She cooed, “That’s the spot! That’s the spot! I’m going to
come!”

“Oh,
no you’re not. You can’t come ye
t.” Jennifer removed
the anal plug.

“What!”
She stared back over her shoulder at Jennifer.

“You
haven’t taken the cock yet.”

“I’ll
take it after I come!” she promised. “Please don’t make me beg again! I need it
now, Jennifer! I never get to have anal sex w
ith
anyone except myself!”

“And
that’s your fault.” Jennifer refused to give in. She picked up the dildo and
took her time lubing it up. It was a torturous minute before she finally placed
it against Kara’s pussy lips. Then, as if to add insult to injury,
she added, “Don’t ever blame me for your choices, Kara. I
didn’t tell you to move to New York. You did that on your own.”

Another
onslaught of tears threatened to pour out. Kara blinked them back as Jennifer
slipped the head of the dildo in. With a lot of
insistence
and more than a little resistance, Jennifer finally succeeded in working the
dildo all the way in with a gentle reprimand following. “No more
Kegels
for you while you’re in Atlanta, Kara.
I told you to stop doing them a month ago.”

“I
know,” she
whispered under her heavy breathing. On an
experimental note, this didn’t feel really pleasurable like she’d always heard
it would, yet, it wasn’t really painful either.
Just a little uncomfortable.

It
got more uncomfortable as Jennifer began forcing the
dildo
in and out of her. Thankfully, in a short time, she loosened up and Jennifer
took to fucking her faster and faster.

Sometime
amid the furious pounding, Jennifer reinserted the
buttplug
and Kara began feeling it again—the subtle teasing of a
reemergin
g anal orgasm. It surged upward in little
increments from somewhere deep inside her core. With every quick withdrawal and
return plunge of the
buttplug
she could feel the orgasm
getting
closer
…
and
closer
…then,
all of a sudden, it hit. The tremendous pleasu
re made
her clenching pelvic muscles push both the dildo and
buttplug
out of her body.

She
gave a loud wail and her arms gave out. She collapsed with her forehead resting
against the carpet, feeling completely sated in body and mind.

“Come
on, girly.” Jenn
ifer grabbed her by the shoulders and
dragged her back up onto the couch. “We need to talk.”

“Okay.”
She sunk back into the softness of the sofa. “I’ll let you do what I promised
to let you do in a minute. I just need to rest a moment.”

Jennifer
swished
her blonde hair back and forth, the pale skin
on her high cheekbones a bright red. “There’s no need. I had a little one along
with you. You know I’m a voyeur at heart and feed off other people’s emotions.”

Kara
sighed in having been given a reprieve from f
urther
exertions. She managed to smile in spite of her exhaustion. “I’ve always envied
your being able to come from simply connecting with people on an emotional
level. Maybe one day when I meet the right person it will happen to me. It must
be really nice
.”

“Well,
I envy the way you come so hard. I think your orgasms are even stronger now
than ever before. Why do you think that is? What changed?”

“I
don’t really know. But maybe it’s because I haven’t been with anyone since I
moved to New York,” Kara admitt
ed. “You know I can’t
afford any whispers of what I really like to spring up there. It’d ruin me.”

“You’re
going to fuck up and tell on yourself if you don’t put New York out of your
mind while you’re here. You’ve got plenty of time to think about it when
you go back.”

“I
know.” Kara winced. “New York no longer exists while I’m in Atlanta.”

“Thank
you!” Jennifer gave Kara a loud smooch on the cheek. “I’m tired of hearing
about it anyway. While you’re here I want my old Kara back.
The girl who taught me the
proper
way to kiss and do other unmentionable things.
I really miss her. Sometimes I secretly
wish—even though I’m very happy for you these days—that you would have never
left. The Atlanta party scene isn’t the same without you. If you would only
give up N
ew York and come back I’m sure you could get
your old job back at the advertising agency. Then we could be together every
day, not to mention sleep together every night like we used to.”

Kara
held her silence under Jennifer’s intense gaze. How could she te
ll her dearest friend in the world that she didn’t ever
want things to ever go back to the way they had once
been.
Yeah, college had been fun, but she was
looking toward the future now.

“Do
you ever think about coming back to Atlanta permanently?” Jennife
r wouldn’t let it go.

Kara
shook her head. “I can’t ever move back. Not if I want to maintain the life
I’ve built for myself. And I don’t want to ever go back to working in
advertising. I’d rather live in a cardboard box first.”

“I
can’t blame you,” Jennif
er admitted. “It does get
pretty monotonous at times.”

“I’m
glad you understand.”

Jennifer
patted Kara’s thigh. “Since I tried to get you to come back and you shot me
down, we might as well discuss something I’ve been avoiding talking to you
about.”

“Okay.
” Kara couldn’t help noticing the subtle influx of tension
inserting itself between them.

Jennifer
swallowed. “So here’s the thing, and I don’t mean to be getting all up in your
business, but I’ll never understand why you instigated a meeting with Evan whi
le I was away in Chicago on business this past weekend. We
had plenty of time to get you into a script doing something a little less
intimidating than what this one’s calling for.”

Kara
let out a frustrated sigh. “Although I haven’t read it yet I have no p
roblem with whatever they’re asking for. I’m a big girl.”