Ch. 4 The Mirror: The Courtship

Literotic asexstories – Ch. 4 The Mirror: The Courtship by wetletters,wetletters
Over the next few weeks, Lisa and I get together several times. It isn’t always for sex of course. We are both women and not quite in sync, so mother nature has her say on whether or not we get to play.

I enjoy her company just as much with my clothes on anyway, almost. The third Thursday after that amazing Friday night I bring her a picnic during her lunch break at the library. We sit out back in a little-used courtyard behind the building and munch on cheese, Ritz crackers, little sandwiches I made, and a bottle of non-alcoholic champagne. We chat while munching, filling in the blanks. I love watching her eat. Some girls nibble on crackers in an attempt to be lady-like but end up with crumbs spilling out of their mouths and all over their clothes. Not Lisa. She swallows her crackers whole, and nothing spills out no matter how full her mouth is, she works it till it’s gone. Hmm…makes me wonder. She’s kinda cute when she does it too.

I have to stifle a giggle when she’s gnawing on a big chunk of cheddar sandwiched between two crackers. When she gives me a questioning look, I jokingly say, “Oh yeah baby, you work those Ritz. Make’em holla.” She has to turn the side and, ever so indelicately, spit her wad of cheesy goodness out behind the bench to keep from choking. Laughter and food consumption don’t mix very well.

“See what you did,” she says, “I had to spit instead of swallow.”

“Sorry baby. I Suppose that’s still better than choking to death. Go ahead and spit it on me,” I say with a grin. “What better way to top off a picnic lunch than with a money shot. Oh look, I Ritzed all over your face. Let me clean that off.”

She laughs out loud. “I don’t know about the money shot, but..uh you could send me back to work with a smile on my face.” She grins, looks around for watchful eyes and finds none.

I love that grin. “It would be my pleasure.” That will give me something to think about while I’m slogging through my shift tonight. Not that I don’t think about her most of the time anyway.

We pack up the rest of the lunch and she leans against the arm of the bench next to me, one leg behind me and one in front. “I knew you were meeting me today, so I forgot to put on panties. Silly me.”

“You should be forgetful more often,” I reply, sliding my hand up her leg and under her knee length maroon skirt. When my hand finds her wetness her whole-body spasms. She contains it well. No-one would have noticed it from a distance. But I know, I feel it through my hand and the bench. Our eyes never leave each other as I go to work on her, rubbing here, pulling there, spreading here, probing there. Before long I feel her tighten up around my fingers and marvel at her self-control. I’m pretty good at reading her body language by now and even as much as she’s restraining herself, I can feel her practically vibrating. Her eyes say so much more. As she cums hard and clenches, coating my fingers, her body finally spasms visibly. Her back arches. Her toes curl in her sandals, and a low, lust filled moan escapes through her clenched teeth. Her eyes never leave mine for a second.

When I can free my digits from her warm moist embrace, I look around once more, wondering irrationally if Mr. Kawalski might have walked around the corner. I put my fingers in my mouth to taste her. I close my eyes to savor the flavor and feel Lisa hop off the bench and pulls me up. She pulls my fingers from my lips and kisses me. Fully. Deeply. Sweetly.

She pulls me in close and whispers in my ear, “I have to go back to work honey, but I really don’t want to. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Next time it’s your turn.”

She’s standing in front of me, holding my hands, and looking like she has something to say but can’t. Very unusual for her to be at a loss for words.

“What is it babe?” I ask.

She takes a deep breath, “I just want you to know how much you mean to me. I’ve felt like something was missing in my life for a long time. Even when I wasn’t sure what it was exactly, I could feel it.” She looks at the ground and continues, “Mike realized something was off, that I needed something he couldn’t give me.”

“You’re not happy with him?” I ask, surprised. They seemed very happy.

“No, that’s not it. He is an unusually good find as far as husbands go. I love him and I can’t imagine my life without him. He actually knew what was wrong with me before I could really express it myself. He said that my attraction to women was such a strong part of me, of my identity, that I would never completely be myself unless I could explore that side of me and act on it.”

“Oh,” I say, at a loss for words.

Before I can come up with a better response than that, she continues. “He was right,” she says with a sniffle as she looks into my eyes again. Her beautiful green eyes are starting to water. “I stopped trying to turn it off for his sake, and I finally feel like the real me for the first time in a long while.”

“Please don’t cry,” I say wiping a tear away as it rolls down her cheek. “I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.” I pull her in close without bothering to look for watchful eyes and whisper in her ear, “I care about you too babe. Very much.” I squeeze her tight as she dries her face off on my shoulder. “You don’t know how much better I feel about…everything since I met you, especially myself.”

“Well now that I’ve got that off my chest, I should probably get back to work. I’m late for sure now,” she says while drying her face off.

I watch her walk toward the library and when she gets to the back door, as is our custom now, she stops, looks at me over her shoulder, and rocks her butt back and forth just for me. I blow her a kiss and get into my car.

It’s been two days since then and my phone rings at eight-thirty in the morning, waking me up. “Huh? Waaizit?” I mumble into the wrong end of my phone.

Lisa was on the other end. “Did I wake you up? Sorry babe, but I haaad to tell you about a dream I had last night. Or do you want me to call you back later?”

I’m more awake and smiling now at the sound of her voice. “No s’kay. Don’t hang up. You can wake me up anytime. Tell me about your..uh..dream thingy,” I mumble.

“Well, it was a really good sex dream with Mike and I going at it. Then I looked up at him and saw you instead, which was really weird because you were screwing me silly with some equipment you most certainly do not have. But with boobs.”

“Wow,” I say even more awake, “that is weird. Was I any good?”

She laughs, “I think so, but that part didn’t last for long. Before I knew it, you were both there working me over pretty good.” Her voice drops down into a conspiratorial whisper, “and then it got better. I was just laying there watching Mike fuck you silly and, of course, that’s when he woke me up because I was moaning in my sleep.”

I pause, unsure of what to say, “Oh,..sorry about dream fucking your husband? I guess…that had to be surreal.”

“I thought it was weird too. But I was very wet when I woke up and I couldn’t get the image of you two together out of my mind. I didn’t feel any jealousy at all, strangely. I just wanted to watch him make you come over and over like I make you come over and over. I masturbated in the shower before breakfast thinking about it. Mike and the kids just left, or I would have called sooner.”

“Oh. You didn’t tell him about the dream?” I ask.

“I told him about the part with him and I in it. But it did give me some ideas. Would you like to come over and..uh..hang out with us?” she asked.

I’m taken back a bit. “When you say ‘hang out’, what exactly do you mean?” I ask, pretty sure I already know the answer.

“I’m sorry, I know this isn’t what you signed up for. I hadn’t seriously considered it either until that dream this morning. I mean Mike and I joked about it once or twice. But he’s never asked for a threesome with you. He just wants me to be happy. And I am happy, and I will continue to be either way. It was just a thought.”

“I don’t want to cause any trouble between you two at all. Honestly, I haven’t thought about a man in that way much at all, especially since I met you. Randell didn’t exactly leave me wanting more if you know what I mean.” That wasn’t exactly a refusal. Proceed with caution…sticky situation ahead…hopefully. Ha ha….stop it Mer, I think. This is no time to joke.

“I know I know. I’m being impulsive. I just enjoy both of you so much separately I can’t imagine having both of you at the same time. Yes I can, I was doing it in the shower.” She pauses, “I know you’re wary of men, but I promise you my man could put a smile on your face a mile wide. I also know he is a perfect gentleman and will treat you with the utmost respect. You don’t have to say yes of course. Maybe we can just play it by ear?….no pressure.” She sounded hopeful.

She let’s me think for a minute in silence. I remember Mike being attractive, but beyond that I honestly don’t remember what he looked like. I trust her though. It would definitely be a learning experience for me, and from what she says, a very enjoyable one. Would Mike even want to play sex-instructor? Lisa would be there with me the whole time though. What if I get there and I don’t find him attractive? What if there’s no chemistry between him and I. I don’t think I could fake it just for her sake. I don’t think she would want me to in any case.

“Did I lose you?” she asks. “Babe I’m so sorry. Never mind. Forget I said anything-”

“No, it’s ok hon,” I reply. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re going to have to do a lot more than invite me to sleep with you and your husband to get rid of me.” She laughs. “I’m not going to say yes until I spend some more time with Mike of course. I only really know him through you, and I wouldn’t want it to feel like sex with a total stranger.”

“Fair enough,” she says. “I understand. Our beloved rug-rats are going to Grandma’s house for the weekend. Maybe you could come over and just hang out with us and feel out the situation. I’ll cook you something special.”

“Trying to buy my love with food, eh? Fine, I’ll be there. I think I actually have Saturday off.” What am I getting myself into?

“Well then, it’s a date,” she says, “I hate to run, but I have to be off to work myself. I will talk to you later babe.”

“Ok, talk to you later hon. Have a good day at the library.” I make a kissing sound into the phone which she returns before hanging up.

I lay there in my bed, very awake. I close my eyes and start to think about what I’d just sort of agreed to. I’m starting to tingle downstairs, more aroused than I thought I’d be. I close my eyes as images of Lisa enter my mind, followed by a vague-looking man that must be Mike. Lisa’s looking at me while the man wraps his arms around her. I reach out to touch her breasts. He is running his hands down her side. She and I start to kiss while I twist her nipples lightly. I put one of my hands between her legs and she’s wet already. I rub on and around her clit for a minute when I feel his hands on my breasts. Surprised, I open my eyes to the bedroom ceiling and quickly close them again to see what happens next.

Soon I feel Lisa’s hand between my legs and the man’s other hand on the back of my neck, pulling me in toward Lisa’s hungry mouth. Her free hand wraps around me and begins to caress my ass.

Wow! I think, squirming in my bed. Four hands on me at the same time. In my head I’m soon close to cumming as Lisa slips her fingers inside me. I realize my real hand is between my real legs rubbing my very real pussy. I bury three fingers in myself as Lisa is doing in my mind and cum all over them. My toes curling, body shaking.

As I suck them clean the scene changes. I’m on a bed now on my back. My legs spread wide. Lisa is between them, putting her magical tongue to work on my sopping wet pussy. Mr. Man is watching from behind her, and I can tell he’s got his hand between her legs. I can tell from her body spasms that she is really enjoying whatever he is doing to her. The closer she gets, the more she buries her face in my pussy, until she cums so hard she has to stop. When she’s done shaking, she climbs up toward my face, planting little kisses up my belly, between my breasts and up my neck until I can taste myself on her lips and tongue.

Fantasy Lisa whispers in my ear, “I want to watch him fuck you she says. When she looks back to him, I look as well. His dick his rock hard and bigger, by far, than Randell’s meager member. I’ve never had anything that big inside me before. But I want it, bad. I want Lisa to watch too, bad.

My real hand heads south again as fantasy Lisa turns around to touch him. She is stroking his shaft while she is looking at me. I nod slowly and she turns to take him in her mouth. I’m surprised my fantasy went there, but when her lovely lips, those lips I love to kiss so much, wrap themselves around his hard member I gasp, and a fresh spasm of wetness hits my pussy hard. She slowly takes him into her mouth, and he moans. She puts her free hand between my legs and starts to open me up with her fingers. Apparently, my fantasy Lisa has no gag reflex as his thick length disappears into her mouth easily. She works his dick for a minute before backing her mouth off it and guiding it to my waiting wet pussy.

When I feel him enter me, I moan out loud. My real fingers aren’t quite the same, but I imagine his length and width filling me to the brim. It’s not quite enough, so I roll over to get my vibrator out of my nightstand. It’s about six inches long, light purple, has ripples down the shaft, and a nice bulbous head. His nickname is Dicky. His full name is Slick Richard Pecker Woody, and his favorite hobbies are; taking long walks on the beach, listening sympathetically to my problems without complaining or offering unsolicited solutions, and spelunking in warm moist caves. I’m so wet, I don’t need lube as I work Dicky into my pussy.

In my mind, Lisa is right there next to me, kissing me all over. Caressing me all over while Mike starts to stroke in and out of me. He alternates between filling me fully and leaving me near empty. The trips between one extreme and the other taking long, slow seconds that feel like minutes. Holy fuck. Is this what I’ve been missing all this time.

Fantasy Lisa is now looking deep into me with those beautiful, soul searching, green eyes of hers. I put my hands of either side of her head and ride a wave of pleasure I never knew a man could give me. Mike quickens his pace. Lisa’s pleasure at watching me get thoroughly fucked is obvious. As I’m cumming in my own bed, I’m cumming in my own head. I can feel Mike’s orgasm as well, like a building pulse transmitted through the walls of my pussy up what feels like every nerve in my body. His ends in time with my own as I feel him unloading himself inside me.

I open my eyes and pull Dicky out of myself and, as usual these days, he finds his way into my mouth. I’m sure glad you can’t get pregnant in a fantasy, I think.

I shower for the day, (cumming again as I do so of course), and make myself breakfast. I’m thinking about the weekend to come. I’m not sure if I’ll go through with it. It still really depends on whether Mike and I get along. But after this morning’s fantasy mind-fucking, I’m starting to think it could be one hell of good time, as long as we are all on the same page and there’s no jealousy. I wonder if the real Mike will be as well hung as the fantasy Mike?

I look down at my naked body, I don’t wear clothes much at home lately, and I wonder if Mike will find me attractive. We’ll see, I guess. It’ll be his loss if he doesn’t. The possibility of that leaves me a little disappointed, which makes me realize that I’ve already started to look forward to the encounter.

My shift last night went about as well as can be expected. It was a so-so night. Nothing could wipe the grin off my face though. Oh, the things I was thinking. If only our patrons knew what dirty little thoughts were running through their waitress’s mind. Hmm, I wonder if they’d tip me more?

It’s now ten in the morning and my phone rings right as I’m prying my eyes open. I smile when I see Lisa’s name on the screen. “Oh, you again?” I say trying to sound stern and irritated, but only sounding goofy and tired.

“Well hello to you too sleepy head. I assume you just woke up?” She is amused at my state of awareness.

“No, of course not,” I lie, “I was break-dancing in the living room all morning and now I’m all tuckered out.”

“Well, don’t hurt yourself. I talked to Mike about my ideas for Saturday.” She says, grabbing my attention.

“Oh, and what did Mr. Mike have to say about your plans?” I ask trying to sound casual.

“He said he would love to show you the ropes. I told you he liked you too.” Her voice drops, “When I started to tell him what I had in mind, he got harder than a Mandarin Chinese crossword puzzle. This was after the kids went to bed of course. After that, well, you can imagine what happened next.”

“So, he’s really interested?” I ask, trying not to sound too surprised.

“Yes honey, he’s really really interested. He wants to be the first man you’ve slept with that actually knows what he’s doing.” She giggled, “And I want to help.”

“You told him about Randell?” I ask, wondering how much else he knows about me.

“Yes. I figured he ought to know so he didn’t try something you weren’t ready for,” She paused, “I also told him that you wanted to get to know him better before you decided one way or the other.”

“Makes sense. In that case I hope I like him. I’m sure I will.” I say, not wanting to sound too wishy-washy about it. “Aren’t you at work already?” I ask, looking at the clock.

“Yes. I don’t think the library will implode if I take a few minutes to call my babe. Do you?” she asks.

“No smart-ass, I guess not. You can call me whenever you want,” I joke. “Unless, of course, I’m at work. My boss apparently isn’t as understanding as yours and unless you want to be my sugar-mama and pay my rent, I need my crappy job.”

“Sorry babe. Librarians don’t usually make enough to support their girlfriends,” she says. “They do sometimes have to get off the phone though. Amazingly there are people here who need help finding books. Imagine that.”

“Fine fine, go save the world with your super Dewy-decimal powers. I will talk to you later. And for the record I am kinda looking forward to Saturday,” I say. “Tell Mike I said hi and I um…look forward to meeting him again and seeing you of course.”

“I can’t wait, bye for now.” She hangs up, leaving me there laying in my bed, stark naked and thinking of her. Fortunately, I know just what to do about that. I drop the phone on the bed and touch myself instead.