Suzy writes:
“It must be fully charged by now!”
“Not until the red light goes out,” Amanda replies.
Amanda is reading from the instruction leaflet and sitting cross-legged on the bed. I am lying beside her, biting my bottom lip in anticipation.
“It says here that it combines sweet suction with soft pressure waves.” Amanda continues her perusal of the leaflet. “Six intensity settings…. ” My body is quivering with its own intensity settings. With my back against a mound of pillows and my legs parted, I am obscenely eager. “Okay… it’s ready!” Amanda announces as she drops the little device into my outstretched hand.
“Like this?” I ask as I put the little cup over the tip of my clitoris.
“Yes, I think… you need to turn it on though.” Amanda giggles and watches intently.
I press the button, and it begins to purr. Okay, nice and quiet. Now I put it close to me, and I can feel the suction, gentle, not scary. Now it’s cupping my clit. Oh!
“It’s GOOD, Manda!”
I up the intensity level and I can feel all those fibers of my sex beginning to gather.
“Now, YOU,” I say. It would be so easy to go all the way. But I want to see Manda do it too.
We spent ages choosing our new toy. We decided it was vital that we both had the same. And bullets and bunnies and God-knows-what were not our style. The idea of “sweet suction and soft pressure waves” made the decision easy.
So, about thirty minutes ago, the Amazon guy made his delivery, and now, on a bed strewn with packaging, Amanda and I are beginning our new life. We will be together while apart and our new little toys will unite us.
Now I am watching my Manda as she “engages” with the little suction cup. There is no question, once it’s in position. You just KNOW you will cum so easily.
Our eyes meet, and words unspoken guide my girl’s actions until she falls back, quivering.
“FUCK… Oh My GOD!”
Then, “Oh, Suzy!”
My turn now and I am so greedy, and it’s so powerful, and I cum and cum and now we are laughing and crying and kissing and hugging.
“A keeper, most definitely!” Amanda says, and she kisses her new friend.
Sweeping the torn wrapping off the bed, we become one creature again, and we make love in all the joyful ways we share.
“Sweet suction with soft pressure waves… ” murmurs Amanda as I lap and lick and suckle her sex. Now I am giggling, and we are kissing again, and being madly in love, all over again.
The chair and the binoculars had been in our window for three days. We both kept checking to see if there had been any movement in the window opposite. But the blinds remained resolutely closed.
UNTIL NOW!
Amanda, in tank top and stripey socks, is clinging to my arm. We both stare across the deserted courtyard. There’s a thin drizzle which obscures our view a little, but it is there, in plain sight.
The Venetian blind has been raised almost halfway, and there, practically touching the glass, is a chair. And on the seat of the chair, a pair of binoculars, the chair’s back still hidden by the blind.
Now my Manda is hugging me and kissing me in her excitement. Swinging her legs up around my waist, and locking her ankles, I support her bare bottom, and we spin round and round. Both our brains are teeming with possible explanations.
Almost the whole day passes, the scene remains unchanged.
UNTIL NOW!
I’m in the middle of cooking when I hear Amanda scream. I run to the window. The blind had been raised and now, clear to see, on the back of the chair, underwear! Lingerie! Black lingerie!
Amanda is gurgling with excitement as she takes my hand and puts it between her legs. Yes, excitement.
We are both transfixed now. Our evening meal abandoned. Then, a little after seven o’clock, the blind has raised a little more.
“Oh MY GOD!” Amanda squeals…
There, pinned to the back of the chair, a handwritten sign. Simple, straightforward, easy to read…
9:00 pm Tonight?
Amanda writes:
“We’d better eat, Suzy. I think we might need all our energy!”
I know that my eyes are betraying my emotions, all the former feelings of anticipation and excitement but this time shared with my Lover. We are about to widen our experiences to include others, at 9 pm.
This is a big step, and I add nervousness to my mental list. All through the meal I’m fidgety and on edge. What am I concerned about? I try to think it through. I decide that it’s the sharing with others.
When Suzy and I flirted visually, I was single. A free agent. Unsexed.
Now I’m in a relationship, a couple, thoroughly sexed and fulfilled. Daily orgasms. Multiple daily orgasms. I’m in love. I have the perfect partner.
So, we are about to include other people. What does this mean? And if we include other people in our visual sex games, seeing us, watching them, what about having sex with others?
I would never try to limit what Suzy does. When I’m away, I’m more than okay with her taking other lovers. In fact, I think I’d like it. I think I’d like to watch her take other lovers while I’m still here. But would she want that too? How do I ask her?
So this opening up our sex fun to others has me on edge. Because I want to do it. I can hardly wait. And I have no idea where it might lead.
I distract myself with plans for my trip. The country I’m going to isn’t on Lockdown. I’m allowed to go. They’ll let me in, and the University has already arranged a small flat for me in an inexpensive area of the city; possibly a slightly seedy area from what I can find out on the internet. But that will be okay; maybe more to observe and report back to Suzy.
I’ll obviously take my binoculars. And my paired toy. And my uniform tank top and warm socks. And a notebook for my diary. Or should I just blog straight into my tablet?
I check the time. The TIME!
“Suzy, have you seen the time!”
All my earlier thoughts and feelings tumble back in a rush of disorganised chaos. It is now. It begins—a whole new chapter of sexual exploration.
And I have no idea where it might lead.
Suzy writes:
We just about make it on time. Amanda looks simply ravishing in her black negligee. The bra is the perfect balance of presenting yet concealing, and her panties are nothing more than a figment of the imagination woven in silk. I am naked under my tangerine silk wrap.
We have arranged the lights as Amanda did in her old flat and now, as 9:00 pm approached, we switch on, open our curtains and take to the stage.
We can see that the Venetian blind has been raised across the courtyard, but the room itself is in darkness. Are they even there?
My Manda puts some music on, and we begin. Standing behind my girl, I stroke her shoulders and slide my hands down to her waist. At first, it seems awkward and strange to be performing for a hidden audience. But then I realise that’s what happens in a theatre and soon we settle into our performance.
I carefully undress my beautiful young lover. Careful also not to block the view as I cup her breasts, stroke her tummy (which she loves) and finally slide down her panties. Now, naked except for her stockings, Amanda puts an arm around my neck for support as I begin touching her properly.
Knowing well what my lover likes best, I make a V shape with my fingers and slide down either side of her clitoris. It’s hard to describe, but it’s a very subtle sort of squeezing and pressing movement. And my Manda responds at once.
Helping me out of my wrap, Amanda kisses and fondles me, as our audience is forgotten, and we are kissing and fondling and lost in the music.
When the time comes, and my Manda is just at the point of melting, I put an arm around her, and set her free. With ragged breath and little cries, my lover is swept away by her climax.
Reaching under to lift her legs, I carry her to my bed and soothe her as her orgasm subsides.
Going back into our living room to turn off the lights, a see a piece of paper taped to the window opposite. There is just enough light to see that it’s a drawing of a big red heart and an exclamation mark.
Smiling, I return to Amanda and tell her. In our excitement, we make love all over again, and when we kiss, our mouths sticky with each other’s sweet nectar, I know what I must do next.
Now my girl is on her tummy, a pillow under her hips and she lays perfectly still as I kiss and lick her pretty little puckered star.
Amanda writes:
Was the cycle now complete? Would we actually meet our voyeur neighbours? Or were we going to leave it as a tantalising impersonal playing-at-a-distance? Would they even return the gesture? And what would happen when it was time for the overseas part of the University course, a time rapidly approaching?
Suzy was done and had been done by me, learning from her, copying her in my own way, loving her. We were in a tangle, yet a practised one—a place for everything and everything in its place. Our mounds close, almost kissing each other, cushioned by my fur. She looked so ravishing in her wrap, it was almost wrong to uncover her. Almost. But not quite. She was a delight to reveal; was anyone as beautiful as my Suzy? As delectable? As erotic? Arousing?
I was going to miss her. A lot. We had all kinds of ways to communicate, to be there for each other, but it wouldn’t be the same without the warmth of her body, the smoothness of her bottom, the suppleness of her beautiful breasts, the fragrance of her nectar. I could go on, the list was as long as she had bits to her body.
Our parting was so near, but I knew she had my heart, and she would care for it and protect it. Communication was the key. I would be completely honest with her about everything, all the things I was feeling, all the temptations. I hoped she would guide me, direct me, help me continue to grow as an adult sexual being ready for when we would be reunited. It wouldn’t be long. The time would pass so quickly.
But before then, we would each have our own adventures. And I wanted a leaving party despite Lockdown. That was something we could work on together—a final fling. I had yet to meet Suzy’s friends. They sounded like a fun, uninhibited bunch.
Yes. Time for a party.
“What do you think, Suzy?”
We shall leave Suzy and Amanda for now, but their adventures are not over, and we may yet witness more soon …
