Forbidden Pleasure (4 page)

“You
never needed to know before today.” Diana answered, pausing as she shoved the
entire length of it inside her. She slapped Kim on the ass with a laugh,
beginning to go in and out of her with regular, even strokes, one hand
squeezing Kim’s ass as she rubbed her own tit, playing with her nipple.

“Do
you like the yes man?” she said, panting.

“Yes,”
Kim whispered, moaning heavily, her hands trembling as she struggled to remain
on hands and knees.

“I
didn’t hear you!” Diana shouted, slapping Kim on the ass as she picked up pace.

“I
love the yes man!” Kim shouted back, punctuating the declaration with a loud
moan of pleasure. Her hands gave way under her, and she plopped her head onto
the bed, her ass still sticking out in the air, Diana ramming the large dildo
into her enthusiastically.

Diana
had taken hold of Kim’s hips with both hands, pushing herself as deep as she
could go into her, listening to her moan in ecstasy. She fucked her long and
hard, coming out almost entirely before shoving the plastic cock deep into her.

Kim
was flipped onto her back as she continued to moan loudly, spreading her legs
wide to wrap them around Diana’s slender waist. Diana continued to fuck her
hard, using her thumb to rub Kim’s clit at the same time. Overwhelmed, Kim
orgasmed, arching her back sharply as her toes curled and gush after gush of
vaginal juice made its way out of her, her vaginal sphincter clamping and
constricting in waves.

Diana
looked down at her drenched roommate happily, fucking her slowly as Kim tried
to push her off.

“I
can’t take anymore.” Kim said breathlessly, struggling to focus her eyes as she
panted, her weak hands applying pressure on Diana’s chest. An orgasmic
aftershock rocked her then, and she yelled out, struggling to move back on the
bed and escape Diana’s determined onslaught.

“I
thought you were supposed to be my slave?” Diana said, moving up on the bed as
Kim nodded timidly.

“Suck
your juices off this.” She commanded, shoving the dick into Kim’s partly open
mouth. Kim obeyed diligently, sucking and licking the dildo clean. She looked
up at Diana anxiously, curious as to what she would want her to do next.

“Good.
Good. That’s a good girl.” Diana said, stroking Kim’s head and pushing back
hair from her face. She took off the strap on and threw it in the direction of
the duffel bag. Lying back on the headboard, she added “Now, I want you to lick
me like an ice cream cone.”

Kim
smiled at that, obligingly running her tongue roughly over Diana’s wet slit.
She slipped two fingers inside Diana without warning, making Diana gasp, her
mouth going to work on the swollen and sensitive clitoris of her lover. She
licked and fingered her until Diana came, screaming in pleasure.

They
lay side by side for a while, breathing hard, the sheets drenched in their
sweat and cum. Their eyes were both closed peacefully, smiling in contemplative
silence. After taking their time to recover in silence, they had their second
shower of the day together, helping each other to get clean as they played with
the soap and water.

When
they finally got dressed and retrieved the clothes they had left on the platform,
Diana busied herself trying to find something to eat for lunch as Kim
disappeared back into the rooms. Diana succeeded in making two large
sandwiches, with a glass of orange juice for each of them.

Kim
came back with a small plastic bag in her hand, settling herself on the sofa as
she laid the bag on the table. She let the weed spill out of the bag and
pinched some off make a fat joint, focused intently as she licked and sealed
it.

“Hurry
up and come over before I smoke this whole joint solo,” Kim yelled.

“I
could really use some help carrying this shit to the sitting room, you know?”
Diana responded, entering the sitting space with two plates in hand. “Juices are
still on the counter.”

Kim
grabbed the plates from her, setting them on the table she had just cleared.
She sat herself down next to Diana, snuggling into her as she removed the
lighter from her pocket. The blunt came to life with an orange glow at one end,
Kim taking a long draw from the other. She passed it on as she held the smoke
in her lungs.

“I
forgot to ask you for an ash tray.” Kim said, smoke escaping her lips as she
spoke.

“Ashtray?
I don’t know. I haven’t seen any lying around... Just grab a cup, we’ll wash it
later,” Diana responded, taking a long draw. Kim went into the kitchen area and
came back with a cup from one of the cabinets, light on her feet as a little of
the buzz kicked in.

“This
is good shit.” Diana said, coughing as she passed back the blunt.

“Yeah.
Jake is a total asshole, but he smokes some really good shit.”

They
giggled as if Kim had made a joke, lying back on opposite sides of the sofa,
facing each other.

“You
want to watch a movie?” Diana asked, grabbing a remote from a side table.

“Maybe
later. I just want to chill out right now. Talk. Stare into your bright blue
eyes,” Kim responded, making Diana blush as she placed the remote back on the
side table.

“Tell
me more about this Alex guy. You said he was some billionaire’s son but you
never told me the story of how you guys met,” Kim added further, smiling
expectantly.

“Yes
I did!” Diana countered, taking the cup and blunt as it was passed back to her
again. “You probably just forgot because of all the pot you smoke with your
hippie friends.”

“I’m
not saying it’s true, I’m not saying it’s not, but would you care to refresh my
memory then, oh beautiful and wise one?” They both giggled as Diana threw a
small pillow at her, the mellow high settling in.

“Ok.
I’ll tell the story again. Just this once. And if you ask me to do it again I’m
confiscating all your lovely kush.“

Kim
burst out laughing, clutching her stomach as she fought to control herself.
“You can try,” she finally croaked, “But I don’t see that ending well for you.”

Diana
frowned, crossing her arms across her chest. “Those are the conditions. If you
don’t want to hear the story you can keep laughing.”

“Drama
queen,” Kim commented, pulling a face. “But ok, ok. Never again.”

“Good.
It was a Saturday night, and I was reasonably drunk, clubbing with Stacy at the
Red Velvet, as usual, having a good time. Some guy starts hitting on her when
we come off the dance floor and get ourselves a table, and he and his boy start
buying us round after round of drinks. Stacy is usually the cool-headed one, so
she normally acts as my compass, but she must have been really feeling this guy
because she was downing shots like a pro. And me being me, I was following her
lead. Soon we’re both really fucked up, dancing like crazy with those two guys,
who must have been just as drunk as we are. The guy I’m with starts groping me
and shit, being a little too handsy, so I tell him to fuck off. He ignores me,
or doesn’t hear… the music was pretty loud. He just keeps grabbing at my ass
and tits, so I tell him to fuck off again. He doesn’t stop though, and I decide
to just fucking leave him there and go back to the table, but no, the guy grabs
me by the waist and pulls me to him. I was reeeaally drunk, so it’s enough to
make me barf on some bald black guy who was dancing next to us, blowing a whole
chunk of puke on his shirt. The guy I’ve puked on gets real pissed and he turns
around yelling, ‘What the fuck!’ above the music.

“The
DJ, in his ultimate wisdom, decides that he’d better turn off the music, and
everything goes silent as guys try to figure out what’s going down. The guys
next to us had already noticed the commotion, so there was a small circle
forming around us as the big guy takes his shirt off. And the guy was ripped!
Like body-builder ripped. And he holds up his shirt, looking at the guy I was
dancing with, and he says, “Look at what your fucking bitch did to me.” The
pussy ass bitch I was with decides I’m not worth getting beat up for, so he
goes all, ‘I’m sorry dude, but she ain’t my bitch. I just met her man, I don’t
even know her fucking name...’ grovel, grovel, grovel, backing away into the
crowd. I’m still not quite sober, and I’m still pissed that the guy was so
touchy, so I yell out, ‘You asshole! I am so dumping your ass!’

“The
black guy thinks that the guy was lying to him, so he punches him anyway,
knocking him out, and I start laughing. The guy then grabs me by the hand, and
Stacy, who had come to stand by my side as soon as she saw what was going on,
tries to slap his hand away. She gets a slap to the face. I start hitting him
all crazy-like, and he tries to slap me, but his hand is held back by someone
behind him. Alex. My knight in shining armor. He looks back and sees that Alex
is smaller than him so he makes a fist and raises it to punch him, but then he
notices all the bouncers standing behind Alex. Alex tells him to fuck off, and
the guy gets escorted out of the club, shirtless and smelling of puke. Alex
takes me and Stacy up into VIP, and we got to know each other better as I
sobered up. He said he’d forgive me for puking on his dance floor if I gave him
my number. So I did. The End.”

Kim
was laughing hysterically by the end of the story, clutching her stomach as she
tried to get control herself. Diana was smiling pleasantly.

“You
forgot the part where you forgot everything that happened, and he had to remind
you.” Kim said between laughs, amused at Diana’s expense.

“And
that’s the last time I’m telling that story, so you had better laugh your heart
out, and get it over with.” Diana responded, grabbing her sandwich as the
munchies kicked in. “But it’s not THAT funny, so chill out or you’re going to
be the first person in history to die from laughing too hard,” she added
between mouthfuls.

Kim
got hold of herself by taking several deep breaths, still smiling as she
imagined the whole thing taking place. “Wish I’d come out with you that night.”
She said finally, taking a sip of her juice. “That would definitely have been
worth all the noise and congestion.”

Diana
slapped her knee playfully, telling her off, “And you’re hippie bonfires in the
forest are soooo perfect right?”

“Peace
and Love,” Kim replied, gulping down the last of her juice. She brought the bag
of weed out as if to prove her point, pushing her empty plate away to make
space to roll another joint.

“You’re
not really thinking of smoking another one now, are you?” Diana asked, still
high from the previous joint.

“You
have a better idea?” Kim responded, her fingers still busy with the rolling
paper.

“I
spotted some wine at the back of the fridge if you want to have a drink,” Diana
countered. “I seem to remember something you said about wine once...” She let
the statement hang in the air, and Kim smiled, consenting with a nod of her
head as she tucked the finished blunt into her pocket.

They
threw the dirty dishes into the sink and brought the wine out, pouring
themselves generous portions. Carrying it back to the sitting room area, half
the bottle was gone in no time as they traded stories.

“You
don’t think he’ll mind us opening the bottle without him, do you?” Kim asked as
an afterthought.

“He
shouldn’t have left it in the open if he didn’t expect it to be drunk.” Diana
replied convincingly, nodding to herself as she weighed her words. “And this is
the cheap stuff anyway,” she continued, “He owns a fucking club! He’s bound to
have loads of liquor hidden somewhere in this house.”

“You
want to go look for it?” Kim asked, draining the last of the bottle into her
glass. Diana answered by standing up, a little off balanced; the highs mixing
in a nice buzz. She picked up her glass and headed off down the hallway, not
bothering to see if Kim was following.

They
found what they assumed to be the master bedroom locked, the four other rooms
having nothing particularly special in them. They found themselves in one of
these, empty wine glasses forgotten, petting and fondling each other with
passion until Diana said she had to go pee.

“Quick.
I need to knock wine off my list!” Kim yelled as Diana disappeared past the
door. She picked up the wine glasses as she headed off to the kitchen,
determined to search for props in the fridge. Her search was interrupted by the
sound of someone fiddling with the keyhole, opening the door.

“Damn.”
Kim blurted. “She said you were cute, but I think she forgot to tell me how hot
you were.”

Alex
closed the door behind him with a smile, placing the large paper bag he had in
one hand on the counter. He reached out his hand, kissing the back of Kim’s
with a flattering bow.

“Thank
you, but don’t think anything of it, she forgot to tell me she had such a
beautiful friend too.”

Kim
blushed, surveying him from head to toe. Alex was a tall, about 5’ 9”, with a
head of sleek black hair that he tied back in a pony tail, his facial hair
trimmed into a tamed mustache and goatee. He had the same piercing blue eyes as
Diana, and wore an easy smile.

“Where’s
Diana?” he asked, his voice a smooth tenor that was meant for seduction.