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Guest StoriesThree's A CrowdChapter 2Jumpgirl Prettywater
- Don't you have a skirt?
Edward's face popped out of Lucy's wardrobe. She started shaking her head in reply but then she remembered:
She got up from her bed where she was waiting and began rummaging through her clothes. After a few seconds of digging, she victoriously brandished a navy blue pleated skirt. - Try it on, Edward ordered.
Lucy was already in panties, so it only took her a second. It was a simple skirt that stopped just below her knees. She looked down at it and wondered
quizzically:
Edward pointed to her right hip and remarked:
Lucy was wearing a lilac wrap-over top and she checked how it looked with the skirt in her cheval glass. Edward said:
The exact same though had crossed Lucy's mind, and she gritted her teeth. Edward went to stand behind her and hugged her:
Despite Edward's reassuring words, she could feel he was still tense. He had come home with her to help prepare her date with James that night. He had insisted on choosing what she would wear, and it had taken quite some time. Lucy suffered from a profound lack of sexy clothes. The current outfit was the best she had but still only hinted at chaste sensuality.
Lucy bit her lips and said:
Edward sighed, kissed the back of her head and explained:
The doorbell chose that moment to chime, interrupting his brooding. James had arrived. Edward gave Lucy her bag, tore the label off the skirt and ushered her out with a playful slap on her behind. James brought her to a nice Italian place. At first Lucy couldn't decide if it was weird, stupid, crazy or downright perverse to be on a first date with a man she'd already slept with. That man being, on top of everything, the twin brother of the one she had dated only the night before. Lucy still hadn't come to terms to the brothers' habit of sharing women. And, knowing herself, she probably never would. However, she quickly found herself enjoying James' company. Obviously, she liked his looks. But he was also smart, witty, passionate, and many more things. He had the same sense of humor as his brother, only more biting. They taunted each other throughout the meal, as a battle of wit. James however possessed a deeper side to him. He talked about his love for Shakespeare, Dickens, Kant or Camus. He made Lucy feel stupid even though she was an avid reader herself, just one not keen on classic literature. She knew from Edward he was a doctor. But when James told her he was an emergency physician, she suddenly understood the underlying reason for the brothers' peculiar love life: no man could be this perfect. That one big flaw was there to counterbalance all of their talents. They didn't talk of the brothers' rule to share their women. Lucy tried bringing it up halfway through the meal, but James silenced her with a warning look towards the people seated at the next table. And so, the date went by like a proper one. At least until they were finishing desserts. James took out his phone and Lucy politely waited while he quickly wrote a text message. He had barely pocketed it again that it was her own phone's turn to chime from her bag. She had received a message from a number she didn't know. She was taken aback as it unfolded on her screen: While I pay the bill, go to the restroom. Take your panties and bra off.
James winked when she sharply raised her head at him. Then he said:
Lucy hesitated a second before answering:
He smiled broadly at her, pleased. She got up and went to the restrooms. She quickly entered a stall and removed her bra and panties as he ordered. Her hands were trembling slightly when she retied the straps of her wrap-over top and slipped her underwear in her handbag. She now understood why Edward had insisted she didn't take her small purse. The underwired bra he had chosen would never have fitted.
Lucy went back to the restaurant; positive everyone would know what she had just done. She flinched when a waiter passed her by and crossed her arms to
hide her pointing nipples. She quickly joined James and was relieved to see he was done with the bill, meaning they could leave right away. He offered her
his arm and kissed her cheek lightly while whispering:
The restaurant wasn't far from the river, and James led her to the scenic promenade on its bank. They walked close to each other, arms linked, a picture
perfect couple taking a stroll on a warm summer night. Except for their conversation:
Lucy wondered if she was telling too much. But it was the first time she could freely talk about that part of herself, and she needed to get it off her
chest:
James' voice was encouraging. - And he ran away faster than if I had told him I used to be a guy.
James laughed. It was contagious and Lucy found herself grinning although she next said:
James was trying to be light, but Lucy's mood was turning. She answered bitterly:
James' voice slowed down as he continued:
Lucy knew the rest of the story. She had been buying a coffee and knocked it over while she fumbled for coins in her purse. Edward had been making the same
purchase next to her and, quick as lightning, had caught the falling cup. Before she could understand what was happening, he had steered her toward a table
and they were chatting. She asked:
By way of answer, James pinned her to the railing overlooking the river. He kissed her slowly but deeply, never taking his eyes off hers. She realized then that his eyes, although they were the same color as Edward's, had a very distinctive pattern on the irises. Looking into Edward's eyes was like looking into the depths of a benevolent ocean. James' were a sea ruled over by storms, his irises emblazoned with wave-like dark creases and white peaks.
The kiss prolonged and Lucy felt elated, her bitter mood vanished. When James retreated, she found herself smiling stupidly at him. James grinned back and
asked:
When he saw puzzlement on her face, he dropped his gaze, indicating she should look down. She did and was astonished to find her wrists were crossed together and ensnared in one of James' hands. Then she realized she had known he was grabbing her, but had dismissed it. It felt so natural. - That's how Ed knew. He's a romantic fool and meant to take your hand…but this happened.
A flame appeared in James' beautiful eyes. He was still holding her wrists locked. Lucy said in a suggesting tone, surprised at her own boldness:
James brought her crossed wrists up to her chest and got closer to her. Lucy shifted her feet to open her legs. James shot a look around, making sure nobody was in sight. Then his free hand slid under her skirt and climbed the inside of her thigh. Unlike the night before where he had been as master teaser, James wasted no time. He entered her point-blank with two fingers. The digits slipped effortlessly in her more than moist cunt. Before long, Lucy's mouth was agape and she was leaning into the railing behind her for support. James kissed her neck then began nibbling it. She closed her eyes in abandon. Footsteps echoed suddenly. But Lucy was too far gone to care. She barely registered James letting go of her wrists and pushing her head down to hide her face from the intruders. He kissed her again as outraged gasps rang out somewhere on their right. And she orgasmed while the footsteps quickened; their owners hurrying away from the scene.
James' hand receded. Her eyes still closed, Lucy whispered:
James' voice sounded strange. Lucy opened her eyes and saw he was licking his fingers clean. The sight mesmerized her and she stood absolutely frozen for the minute it took him. He smiled wolfishly back at her.
Lucy didn't mind staying huddled in James' embrace a few moments longer, but he released her abruptly and they resumed walking. After barely a few steps,
he got back to his questioning:
Lucy knew she should have protested to those deed polls, but she didn't. She trusted James' judgment. And it was strangely heartwarming to have someone else make the decisions for her.
They walked in silence a while, then James sensed she wanted to talk and said:
James knew exactly what she meant and answered:
They walked in silence a moment. Lucy had trouble picturing the brothers being played by a mere girl. Then she said:
James answered right away:
James chuckled and gave her a slight slap over her backside. They were back on the road now. He hailed a taxi and gave the driver his flat's address.
James chastely held her hand during the journey and kept a straight face. But in her ear, he whispered all he wished he could be doing to her. The torture
was sweet, but it was still torture. Lucy wondered how it could be possible for James not to have a boner, whilst she was downright dripping. When she
finally dared whisper the question to him, he answered in a grin:
The taxi reached their destination at last and they were soon inside the lift. James' hands were on her body before the doors had finished closing. His cock rose faster than the floors. He quickly opened the door to his flat and pressed her inside, following closely.
Lucy took two steps inside the hallway then waited for James to turn the lights on. He didn't. He grabbed her from behind and forced her down to the floor.
Before she knew it, James had flipped her over and lifted her skirt. He was pinning her down with one hand, holding both her wrists against her chest. She
put up no resistance. She wanted it as much as him. She heard his zipper opening and cried out:
James kissed her savagely, squashing her lips silent. But then he released her hands. Lucy protested until she heard a small ripping sound and understood he was putting a condom on. She wondered fleetingly where it came from, but James' hands were already back over her. He pulled her wrists over her head and impatiently entered her. Suddenly his whole body was weighting down on her, crushing her. He was eager and powerful and, although Lucy was in rapture, her moans resembled small cries of pain under his unrelenting thrusts. James came with a harsh scream that transported Lucy back to the night before, where he had made the same battle cry the first time he had screwed her.
James was already getting on his knees. She pleaded:
Her eyes were getting used to the darkness now, and she saw uncertainty in his face. She stroked his shoulder with one hand and repeated in a begging tone:
James was looking at her sternly. She nodded hastily. Satisfied, he clutched her clit in a not very gentle way and fiddled hurriedly with it until her back arched and she screamed in climax. James' moist fingers touched her lips. Lucy flinched and turned her head away.
- Something wrong?
She quickly wiped her lips with her sleeve. James watched her quizzically and asked:
He put his fingers to his mouth. Her spellbound eyes answered him. He reached down between her legs for another helping and mused:
Lucy wondered if it was a compliment or an insult. James didn't venture further. He got on his feet and flipped the light switch on. Then he ordered her to
get up and pointed at the end of the hallway, saying:
Lucy collected her ballerinas, which had fallen off her feet while they were having sex and did as she was bid. Before the lamp was turned on, a ray of
light had been escaping from behind Edward's door. Lucy couldn't help stopping in front of it now, thinking about last night's events. James grabbed her by
the shoulders and chuckled:
While he led her away, Lucy said in a wishful tone:
James answered as they entered his own room:
Compared to Edward's, James' room seemed bland. Lucy couldn't help feeling disappointed. Even if it had stylish rungs on either ends, the bed was a regular one. The room had "bachelor" written all over it, with hardly any decorations. Lucy only narrowly missed falling over an abandoned heap of medical books. She also noticed a weightlifting kit on the ground near the window. But James kept walking and opened a door on her right she hadn't seen straight away. He beckoned her. Curious, she joined him on the doorstep. The sight beyond it was breathtaking. Lucy didn't know what the room used to be, but it was now a small dungeon. - Do you like it?
James suddenly appeared shy. It didn't become him at all. Lucy stepped into the room, awed, and answered:
The room wasn't big, around two by three yards and no window. But it was impressive all the same. The walls were painted a deep red and the wooden floor had been colored differently than elsewhere in the flat, giving it a blackish hue. The also red ceiling was covered by metal hooks scattered a foot apart in a grid pattern.
James saw her crane her neck and explained:
Lucy's gaze swirled around the room. There was so much to take in... First she saw the big wooden Saint-Andrew's cross that took almost the entire back
wall. The second most impressive item in the room was a huge black cabinet that took a good two-third of the left wall. It looked Asian to Lucy, but
sported no adornment to uphold her guess. Most of its content was hidden to her, as the many drawers of all shapes and sizes were closed. She could only
see what was displayed in the built-in showcase at eye-level. There was a crude woodcarving that seemed African of two people fucking, the woman bent
double. Then there was a mosaic on which a seemingly roman master whipped a naked female (his slave?) while she was sucking him. Then there was a fine
bronze statuette of another naked woman on a table being masturbated by a man wearing a top-hat, while another top-hat wearer held her arms fast above her
head. The last one was a plaster figurine of yet another naked woman on her knees in a very submissive posture offering her cuffed hands to the sky. That
one was very modern and looked like something out of a comic book. James continued his commentary by saying:
Lucy nodded absently and switched to the wall on her right. Half of it was taken by dangling coils of chains of different sizes. Beside them hanged several pairs of leather cuffs as well as regular police handcuffs. On the floor below stood black plastic baskets filled with snap hooks, ropes and other bundles Lucy couldn't quite make out. Then the wall was covered with an array of spreader bars. She didn't recognize the one they had used on her the day before. How many did the brothers have then? The wall ended with a few ominous whips, crops and paddles.
Lucy jumped as James' voice echoed in her ear:
She struggled to think of anything to take her mind away from the whips and croaked:
James chuckled and hugged her from behind. His hands quickly found her breasts. - Do I hear jealousy? You go first: how many men have fucked your pretty little pussy?
One of his hands slid down her belly as he said this. Lucy gulped before answering:
Lucy felt her cheeks warm. James raised her hair and licked the nape of her neck. She shivered but still managed to say:
James licked her nape again then stated:
He flipped her playfully around and Lucy came face to face with her own reflection. James had put a mirror in after all, on the wall beside the door. It
reflected the Saint-Andrew's cross behind her own flushed face and wide eyes. The mirror continued on the backside of the door, so that when James closed
it in demonstration, it blended in and almost disappeared. Lucy found herself searching anxiously for the doorknob and felt relief when she found it. The
room was playing with her nerves. As if on cue, James asked:
James' hands undid the straps of her wrap-over top and let it fall to the floor. Then he moved her arms over her head and took off the tank-top beneath it.
Lucy looked away from her half naked reflection, but James pushed her head back in place, snapping:
He pulled her arms back down, and undid her skirt's buttons next. It fell to the floor at the slightest push.
James hugged her again. Lucy wished he would take his own clothes off. She wanted to feel his skin. But he placed his hands on her breasts instead, then
below them, holding them up. He ordered:
One of his hands slid over her body until it entered her slit. He spread her lips apart, revealing the engorged flesh and the moisture. He added:
Lucy felt like crying. This was so shameful. She was being displayed naked in front a mirror in the secret sex room of a man she had barely met the night before. And she was indeed aroused. Oh, so aroused… She closed her eyes.
James pinched her nipple mildly. She yelped and reopened her eyes, shooting him a reproachful look through the mirror. He said in an even voice:
His hand let go of her cunt's lips and went to lay flat on her pubes. He asked:
Lucy's voice was trembling. James continued:
Lucy bit her lips, hesitating. He pushed her:
His body shifted, like he was indeed about to leave. Lucy couldn't stop herself shrieking:
James' face broke into a victorious smile. Lucy understood it had been his goal to make her say this. And she also understood it was true. She couldn't make a choice between them right now. Even though he was mercurial and often of bad faith, James had seduced her too. She truly wanted them both. - That answer wins you the right to choose what we do next. Have another look around. What inspires you?
Lucy did as she was bid, but found herself at a loss. James encouraged her:
James stepped away from her and bowed in a theatrical fashion, saying:
He grabbed her hands and placed them on his shirt's collar before spreading his arms out. Lucy began to unbutton the shirt slowly, happy to have a shot at revenge. It was her turn now to play tantalizing mind games… When he had undressed her, he had been in control. But now that she was the one undressing him… He was still in control. Lucy couldn't believe it: James wasn’t even doing anything! He was just standing there looking at her! Yet she was as much under his power now than a little while ago in the hallway. She began trembling and struggled to get the shirt off of him. Her hands gingerly brushed against the revealed muscles then slowed to a stop. She was unable to muster the cocky teasing she had planed on using only a minute before. James seemed to be radiating power instead of mere body heat, clouding her mind. Lucy didn't feel strong enough to be facing his genitals just yet and kneeled to unlace his shoes. It was a mistake. Once at his feet his supremacy became more potent, weighing her down. She took his shoes and socks off then found herself unable to move anymore. She clutched James' right leg compulsively and peered up. He was looking down at her with an imperious look on his face, perfectly aware of the effect he had on her. A small orgasm rocked her body.
James stepped back, entangling his leg from her feeble grasp. He took his pants off on his own then sat cross-legged beside her. He gently said:
He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her against him, her head landing on his shoulder. Then he started jerking himself off, his free hand roaming her body. Lucy barely noticed it all. She felt detached from her body, her mind spinning in turmoil. The way she had climaxed disturbed her. She didn't like what it revealed about herself. Until now, Lucy had been unsure she really possessed a submissive side. Yes, her fantasies involved domination and she had dabbled in bondage with her ex-lovers. But she had never taken the plunge into real BDSM and thus had wondered if she didn't simply like the idea of sitting back and enjoying while someone else did the job. Then there had been last night with Edward and James… Her orgasms weren't usually that strong and no man had ever made her cum three times in a row before. It could also have been because there were two of them, and that they were good lovers. But James had repeated this feat just now single-handedly. Scratch that: no-hand-at-all-edly. James noticed her stunned impassivity and called her out by name a couple of times. But when she didn't answer he only shrugged and kept on masturbating himself. He climaxed eventually, his hand tightening on her breast. Then he lay down on the ground, breathing hard, and Lucy followed limply under the weight of his arm. Her mind was still reeling. She couldn't lie to herself any longer. She really wanted to be dominated. She loved it. She needed it. She felt like Jimmy Hendrix having played the guitar for the first time... Lucy wondered what kind of life she was condemning herself to. Probably one of silences and lies, unless she wanted to end up shunned by all. And staying with the brothers meant she was doubling her sentence. She shivered. Lucy was a cerebral person and was a maven at imagining the worst of every situation. And right now she couldn't see any silver lining. The revelation brought her no bliss for finding a missing part of herself, no elation at finally being complete, no nothing. She felt unchanged, but frighteningly trapped. She suddenly had trouble breathing, as if the oxygen level in the room was low. Lucy forced herself away from the circle of chilling thoughts. She noticed for the first time her head was resting on James' chest, right above his heart. She let the steady drumming dull her mind and anchor her back to reality.
James got up. Lucy had now idea how long they had been lying on the ground. She was feeling better now. Her mind was blank, with just tiny billows of
thoughts in the distance. James pulled her after him and steered her outside the dungeon before making her sit on the bed. He put two fingers on her neck
and Lucy understood he was taking her pulse. Next he grabbed her face and looked at her eyes. She held his gaze. Finally, he asked:
Lucy shook her head. James looked at her quizzically then said:
Lucy watched him go unconcerned. But once she was alone, she got up on an impulse and crossed the hallway. She rapped lightly on Edward's door then opened
it. The hallway's light revealed his sleeping form on the right side of the bed. She walked to him and lightly touched his cheek. He woke up with a start,
and then smiled as his sight focused on her:
Even in her dazed state, Lucy almost snorted at the massive understatement. But she only uttered a small "yes". - Ah, there's my little runaway! James had just appeared in the doorway. Lucy jumped guiltily away from Edward. James had said she was his for the night. But he didn't seem crossed as he walked toward her. He lifted his hand and pressed something between her lips. It was chocolate. Lucy started munching it.
- Something wrong? Edward asked.
James said this as he walked out of the room. He closed the door behind him, leaving Edward and Lucy in darkness. She heard switches flickering and a door
opening and closing. After a few seconds, Edward's voice rang out:
Feeling stupid, Lucy circled the bed and climbed in on the left side. She lay on her flank facing Edward, but kept space between them. His hand found hers
and he began toying absent-mindedly with it while he asked:
Lucy hadn't gotten two minutes for herself since the previous day, having slept till noon before spending the next few hours cuddling with Edward in post-sex happiness. Then he had come home with her to prepare her date with James. Only now did it dawn on her she had been sodomized for the first time.
As if on cue, Edward's hand slid under the covers and found her ass. He palmed her cheek and said:
He rolled her on her back and moved on top of her, adding:
He lowered himself into her and began rocking. Lucy resigned herself to grin and bear it, until she felt an unexpected stab of arousal in her lower-belly.
Right after that, Edward froze and asked:
Lucy blushed and bit her lips. Edward saw it despite the darkness and reminded her:
Edward resumed his rocking before asking:
Lucy obeyed and started recounting her evening, reluctantly at first then quickly emboldened by Edward's physical response. He climaxed as she was explaining her strange third orgasm.
Edward rolled back on his side, leaving Lucy in the midst of a high arousal. Talking had turned her on further; but mostly it had prevented her from fully
enjoying Edward's ministrations. So she asked:
Lucy stayed silent a few seconds, ashamed Edward had heard everything that happened in the hallway. But then she asked again:
Lucy knew she ought to stop asking. But each No from Edward had sent a spark of electricity through her clit. So she decided to push her luck:
Edward clearly understood what she was trying to do. Her tone had changed from begging to flirtatious. He put one hand on her belly and said in a slow,
commanding voice:
Lucy's breathing was ragged now. She made fists with her hands, fighting the urge to touch herself. Edward crept closer and began whispering in her ear:
Lucy orgasmed after his last word.
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