Engaged (The ABCs of Erotica) by Lexi Maxxwell Read Free Book Online

than argues, then lays back on the bed, parts her legs, looks into my eyes, and with a slightly curled lip says, “Eat my pussy like you ate it at Kyle Cranston’s, when he went to make popcorn.”  
    I push my face all the way into Leigh’s pussy and nuzzle around, using all of my mouth and a bit of my teeth, making her rattle and shake, kicking one leg in the air like a dog with a scratched belly — all the things she couldn’t do at Kyle’s.  
    She cums all over my face as Jenny squeezes her breasts, pinching her nipples hard enough to turn them an even brighter shade of pink. She stops shaking. Jenny says, “Give her more.”  
    I pull away from Leigh’s pussy, press my hands high on her inner thighs, push down to part them, spread her pussy lips so her soaking hole is wide and exposed, then dive in for seconds.  
    I thrust three fingers into Leigh’s cunt. Jenny rubs her up top, like she had rubbed me a few orgasms before, when Leigh was thrusting.  
    Jenny and I aren’t in love, but we still manage to join forces well enough to hurl Leigh into another orgasm, strong enough to make her body spring up from the bed, then crash back with an open-mouthed bellow.  
    Leigh kisses Jenny, then me.  
    “Now is it my turn?” Jenny asks as she’s pulling away.  
    “Of course,” I say, smiling with Leigh.  
    Jenny turns to kiss me. Leigh starts licking her pussy.  
    There’s something different about Jenny that I need to taste more of. Part of me thinks I should stay here with the girls, see where things go. They’ve already offered, and it would be easy to do.  
    Leigh’s an artist, and her work sells well — even if only due to her father’s connections. Either way, she has plenty to live on, and eons of time. Jenny’s younger, but not by much: a student, supported by Leigh.  
    “How about a week?” Leigh had asked, after I said no to a month.
    “No, this isn’t like that. I want to get home, back to Richard.”  
    “But you have to fuck your way through history first,” Leigh teased. “Starting with me?”  
    Staying was dangerous, so I snuffed the desire. But every time Jenny or Leigh asked, another layer of resistance was peeled. Why not? was already starting to feel like, Well, maybe I should.  
    As I lay kissing Jenny, my resistance was at its thinnest. What was the harm, staying a week? Except a week would be a month, and a month would melt into who knows how long after that.  
    Like Europe.  
    So, what if it does?  
    Isn’t that what Richard wants?  
    Isn’t that what all of this is designed to do?  
    Jenny whimpers something I can only interpret as, “My turn!”  
    I turn from her mouth as Leigh pulls away from her pussy. I look at Leigh. She’s beaming, and I feel like giggling. I start rubbing Jenny’s pussy in swift circles at the top as Leigh shoves her middle finger in and out, just like as she had been doing with me.  
    Jenny screams as she cums, and flies up from the bed.  
    I rub her harder, wishing I had a finger inside her, wanting to feel Jenny’s pussy clenching my digit.  
    I should stay.  
    No: The sounds and scents are a siren’s call. A week would pass, and I’d know nothing more than I already do.
    I love fucking women, especially Leigh, because she’s my first and makes me stare into a part of me I sometimes don’t see, or foolishly think is no longer necessary to know. I’m infatuated with Jenny, because she’s new, and because we’ve shared something so intimate already. I want to know her better, and taste her more. But I must go.  
    I tell myself I’ll leave, as soon as we’re finished.  
    Jenny loses control. She screams, “Oh my God!” and “Fuck me faster!” over and over, alternating between them.  
    She yells, “OH FUCK!!” squeezing her tits, looking up from the mattress with what seems like tremendous effort, trying to see what Leigh and I are doing between her legs.  
    Jenny thrashes on the bed. In a voice I’ve