Fifty Shades of Gatsby by Lillian Jacobs Read Free Book Online Page B

We moved each other’s tongues past the barriers of each other’s lips, feasting on the heated caverns within. Her eager tongue easily ran along my teeth and the roof of my mouth. Our tongues seeked each other out, colliding and lazily swirling around together.
    Ignoring any reservations, s he moved her hand between my legs and mine to hers. We felt each other’s wetness before collapsing on the bed. I whimpered involuntarily and gasped as her silky skin rubbed against mine. She exposed my breast and licked and sucked my nipple wantonly before gently tugging and pulling it with her teeth. Jordan spread my legs and I moaned as her soft lips ravenously devoured my core, engulfing me in a world of wicked sensation. I opened my mouth in ecstasy, a silent cry. Her tongue ventured in further, taking me to new heights of pleasure, my toes curling and my leg shaking. I returned the favor, unmasking my own hunger, before we became engulfed in a gentle tangle of wet flesh and all sense of time was lost.
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    After a few hours, Jordan called out to me and I went to see what was happening. Standing on the lawn outside was Gatsby. This was the first time I laid my eyes upon him and I felt the blood rushing in my body. I had never laid eyes upon a man with such gentle, yet harsh features. A part of his slicked back hair fell upon his forehead, shadowing piercing, grey eyes that stared straight through me. He sat casually with a half smile, his fitted suit resting comfortably around his toned body. I felt as though I was about to faint, but got a hold of myself, focusing on my goal: a story. He moved his hands through the water of the fountain.
    “I’m Gatsby,” he said, with a gentle, yet assertive voice.
    “Oh, um, hello,” I replied, barely able to speak. My eyes wandered over his body and fine suit.
    “And you are Daisy?”
    “Oh, yes,” I said. “Sorry. Yes, Daisy.”
    He had an understanding smile – a rare smile with such confidence. And his face seemed to concentrate only on me and nothing else. It was as if nothing else in the world existed between the two of us at that moment.
    “ Well, Daisy – if you’re sure that is your name. I’ll see you at the party and we can discuss that article you are writing,” he said. “Let me know if you need anything.”
    B efore I could form words to respond, he was gone.
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    After he left, I talked with Jordan and we discussed Jay Gatsby and his past. She said that she had heard was a cousin of a Rockefeller. She stated that Gatsby threw huge, elaborate parties every weekend - all taking place within his overgrown mansion. To be invited to one of these parties was desired by anyone who was anyone. And by anyone who wanted to be anyone.
    Finally, t he day of Gatsby’s party arrived. I was going to wear something more modest, but Jordan forced me to wear one of her dresses, a scandalous, black dress that was thigh high. She convinced me when she said it would impress Gatsby.
    I walk ed with Jordan to Gatsby’s house, which was nearby. We could hear the crowd from down the street, and the lights shone into the night sky. When we arrived, we were alarmed at the excitement of the crowd and the incredible energy of the festivities. We felt out of place at first, but after a few drinks, we began to relax and roam among the crowd, learning more and more about Gatsby. Some stated that he was a spy for the Germans during the war, while others stated that he attended Oxford, while others believed he was a murderer.
    The party was unbelievable. I had never seen so much alcohol in my entire life. Where did he get access to all of it, I wondered, being that it was illegal. Outside was his yellow Rolls-Royce; a crowd gathered around to marvel at it beauty. Jordan was practically drooling on the hood. The swimming pool was magnificent and there were huge tents with buffets along with an orchestra playing to a dancing crowd.
    “I can’t believe this!” I yell ed to Jordan.
    “I know, it