As A Single Body

I see that it has been a while since I last posted anything. Nothing personal, really, I have been busy doing other things, mostly not writing. Such is life.

But I made a new friend and she has inspired me to scribble a few lines and I will add to these few lines as time permits. I do not promise to finish this story, merely to let it run its course. Feel free to comment and make suggestions!

So, with no further ado, allow me to unveil “Kelsey’s Story.”

Thanks for reading

8. Aftershocks

Wednesday

Erin woke early from a fitful night of sleep, unsure, initially where she was as she looked around the dark room. Beside her, a snort and a body adjusted itself and the rest of reality crashed in. She was at home, in her own bed, her husband asleep beside her.

She had been dreaming. Derek had been making love to her, his kisses sending shock waves through her body ever time his lips touched her skin, doubly so when they caressed her nipples or the inside of her thighs. She was wet and he was about to slide into her when she had awoken. She was wet, her clit throbbing with need and frustration of denial. It did not care that it was only a dream. The need was real and demanding.

Erin slid her hands along her thighs, damp with her desire. She gasped slightly as her finger grazed the puffy swell of her outer lips and sought her engorged clit while her other hand slid under her nightshirt and up to her swollen, aching nipples. It took only a moment for the orgasm to crash through her body and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Her body trembled with each shock and she was sure she had drawn blood when she finally collapsed back onto her pillow, her lip sore, but her entire body still on fire and aching for more. She looked at the clock and almost groaned again, this time because of the time. The alarm was due to ring in two minutes. She reached over and disabled it before burrowing back under the covers. She was not sure she could go to work today.

There was a distant beeping and someone nudging her as she surfaced out of darkness. There was a faint glow filling the room.

“Erin, you are way late,” her husband said gently shaking her.

“Didn’t sleep well,” she mumbled, trying to fall asleep again.

“OK, I will hurry, then you can shower,” he said and she felt the bed shift as he got up.

Erin tried to regain the blackness of sleep, but instead she could feel herself waking up and as hard as she tried, she could not go back to sleep. Finally, she gave into it and pulled the covers off and sat up, her feet resting on the rails as she pulled the nightshirt over her head. She resisted the urge to stroke her breasts and pinch her nipples. She could still feel the ghosts of the dream on the edge of her perception and she did not want to have her husband find her in the middle of an orgasm. She waited, listening to the shower and when it shut off, she made a decision.

Standing quickly, she walked into the bathroom where her husband was drying himself off. Without a word, she pulled the towel out of his hand and kissed him, molding her body against his and reaching between his legs. Her hands found his balls and she let her nails draw across them. He moaned into her mouth as she felt his cock harden and she moved her hands to it, feeling it harden as she stroked it roughly. She wanted it hard, and thick, nothing else would suffice.

She broke the kiss and dropped to her knees, her lips wrapping around the crown of his cock as her thumb moved up and down its length. She sucked it into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl the head and she felt, more than heard the groan of desire run through his body. It made her smile and with her free hand, she stoked her clit, feeling it respond, flooding her sex.

She could feel him respond to her attack and with two more strokes she pulled her lips off and stood up, then hopped up on the edge of the sink.

“Take me,” she said simply and he needed no other invitation as he ran his finger over her clit and slammed his cock into her open cunt. She pulled her legs up and back, giving him more access and relishing the feeling of him filling her deeply.

“Hard,” she urged and she felt him thicken more as he drove his hips into her, mashing her clit against his pubic bone.

Erin cried out and urged him to go faster as she pulled and pinched her nipples. Her orgasm raced through her and she clamped down on his cock. He moaned as he felt her squeeze him and redoubled his effort. Erin reached for her clit and came again. He was losing control and she urged him to fill her, take her. She felt the first release as it splashed inside of her and she cried out, each thrust bringing a new wave of pleasure crashing through her and letting herself be lost in the sensations.

She wrapped her legs around him as he slowed down and held him inside herself as she tried to get her breathing under control. Her pussy was still spasming around his softening cock and still she wanted more. She rested her head on his body before slumping entirely, his cock finally falling out of her body.

“Well, good morning to you as well,” he said, kissing her tenderly.

“Good morning,” she said softly. “I love you,” she added. “I should shower.

“Want me to wash your back?” he asked as she kissed him hard again.

“If you want to,” she said as he helped her down from the counter before turning the water on.

It had started raining as she made the short drive to the train station and the weather suited her mood. The morning quickie had done nothing to slake the desire coursing through her body, although it did quiet it for a short period of time. But, as she found as she got dressed, it was not entirely gone. She found her hand sliding along her nylon covered legs as she killed the engine, the parking lot filled with empty cars, their owners either gone or on the platform waiting. She resisted the urge to touch herself and instead got out of the car and strode purposefully towards the platform, her nails digging into her palm around the leather of the handle of her purse.

Once seated, she pulled out her phone and checked her mail and messages. There was one from Amanda and one from Derek. She answered Amanda’s and turned her attention to Derek. He was going to be traveling again next week but wanted to see her before he had to leave. She sent him a non-committal response, promising to check her schedule while inside she was conflicted. The rational side of her said this was a mistake and the irrational side wanted to tell him to meet her at the station and have his way with her. This thought made her shiver, despite the warmth of her coat and the train car. She was torn and afraid the lust would win out. A lust she could not remember experiencing ever before. She stared out the window, not really seeing the passing scenery. Truth be told, all she really saw was his eyes as she looked out the window. Those eyes drew her in and left her shaking and almost unable to stand when the train finally arrived at her stop.

“So fuck him and get it out of your system,” Amanda said, not so quietly in the crowded food court where Erin had asked her to meet for lunch. “Who knows, he could be lousy in bed and once you have taken him for a test drive, you might decide he isn’t worth it and that will be that.”

Erin was not convinced, despite Amanda’s rather bald statement. Erin could not envisage a situation where Derek was anything but wonderful in bed and her nipples hardened at the thought.

“Look, until you do this, he is just a fantasy lover who can make you melt at the mere possibility of sex. A kiss is a very powerful aphrodisiac but it isn’t sex,” Amanda continued. “I mean, I am sure your husband would love a regular morning suck and fuck, but he is going to start wondering what’s gotten into you. And what are you going to tell him? That you are lusting after some random guy?”

“Amanda, you have such a way with words,” Erin said, laughing around the salad she was trying to eat.

“Well, either that or you are going to have to start carrying Smartballs with you to give your pussy something to do while you are thinking about him. Or are you thinking about me?”

That was another problem, Erin thought to herself without answering her friend. She was no less attracted to Amanda.

“What are Smartballs?” Erin asked, trying to change the topic.

“Oh, they are great,” her friend began, launching into a dissertation on the benefits of the modern ben wa walls.

Erin tuned her out slightly and looked at a point over her shoulder, not really seeing anyone and letting the turbulent thoughts rattle around in her mind while she ate her salad without really tasting it.

“I’m sorry, what?” Erin asked startled back to reality.

“I said, we are going shopping, now.” Amanda said.

“But,” Erin was about to say she needed to finish her lunch but on looking down, she noticed the empty salad container. “Where are we going shopping?”

“A little place I know around the corner. Come on,” Amanda said, scooping up their garbage.

Erin sighed and moved to follow her. She was sure she had missed something in Amanda’s ramblings and now she was going to pay for it.

They left the food court and emerged on the street, just a pair of friends moving with the mass of humanity out for their mid-day meal. Amanda took her firmly in hand and led her off up the street. After several twists and turns, they walked through a non-descript door and into what was clearly a sex toy shop.

“Amanda!”

“Hush,” Amanda said, walking up to a Lucite display case. Inside was a number of what could only be described as object d’art, because Erin would not classify them as sex toys, although clearly they were.

“Aren’t they beautiful,” Amanda gushed. “You can leave them on your nightstand and no one who doesn’t know better has no idea what they are for, but oh, are they wonderful when you do.”

“Amanda, you are gibbering,” Erin said laughing. “Or gushing I am not sure which.”

“Oh, gushing for sure, more than a little,” she said with a twinkle.

“Can I help you,” a well-appointed, slightly older lady asked them.

“Yes please,” Amanda said. “We need two Ina 2, and one set of Luna beads please.”

“Of course,” the lady said, walking behind the display and opening a cabinet.

“On second thought,” Amanda amended, “A Soraya, an Ina 2, and the beads please.”

The lady shuffled boxes and stood up with the three items Amanda had requested.

“Will there be anything else?” she asked.

Amanda looked at Erin and a sly grin came across her face.

“Yes. Let us look for a couple of minutes.”

“Please do. Call me if you have any questions.”

“Amanda,” Erin hissed under her breath, what are you doing?”

“Looking for something,” she said without any more explanation and pulled Erin further into the store.

She spent several minutes looking at the array of fake cocks, some very lifelike, some Erin was sure had never appeared in nature and certainly challenged her mind to think that any woman would want something so big inside of her, followed by the thought that it would take ages to get something that big inside of her, followed by a familiar itch and a prurient wonder what something that big would feel like inside of her. She could feel the blush covering her cheeks.

“It feels really good,” Amanda said quietly as if reading her mind, picking up one of the smaller ones, although still large at 8 inches long and almost 2 inches thick.

“Amanda,” Erin said, but this time it was with less shock and more lust. “Fine, if only to tell you I didn’t enjoy it.”

Amanda just smiled at her friend and continued to look at the toys.

“Ever had your nipples pinched?” Amanda asked, pointing at the array of nipple clamps.

“No,” Erin said, “and right now, I have to get back to work.”

“Spoil sport,” Amanda said with a laugh as they walked up to the counter.

“Anything else?” the lady asked picking up the fake cock and adding it to their collection.

“No, that will be all for today,” Amanda said passing over her credit card.

“Remind me to write you a cheque,” Erin said as they left the shop.

“Let me fuck you with that giant cock, and we will call it even,” Amanda said as they merged with the others on the street.

“You’re terrible,” Erin said, her mind and body reacting to the idea.

“But you love me anyway,” Amanda said playfully.

Erin just shook her head at her friend’s antics as they walked towards Amanda’s building.

“This is me,” she said as they stepped out of the flow of traffic. Amanda reached into the bag and pulled out one of the boxes before handing the bag over to Erin.

“Have a fun afternoon,” she said, kissing Erin fully on the lips and letting her tongue roam free for a moment before breaking the kiss and walking lightly up the short set of stairs leaving Erin standing breathless on the street below.

I had another night time dream…

Every night, the ride home held something different. Everyone was in a hurry to get home and there was always someone trying to capitalize on the flow of traffic rushing to catch their train, bus, or other mode of conveyance. But this night was different. She was dragging her feet, in no hurry to fight with the crowds. So when she came upon the gathering in the mezzanine of the main station, instead of just rushing past, she slowed and looked at the excitement. The area was set up like a small bar, showing off the product of the day. She slipped past a couple of gawkers and into the small island of calm.

“Good evening, tonight we are sampling…,”

She did not really listen to the pitch, taking the small plastic glass in her hand and making appreciative noises as she sampled the liquor. It went down smooth and she found her glass refilled with another sampling and moved to another table where there were several other women chatting. She smiled as she joined the group, a small bottle of the liquor in the center of the table. There was a worker taking opinions on a clip board but it was really more of an excuse for a free drink and a moment to catch her breath that she was looking for. There were several business men circulating, trying to make time with the women in the area. She pretended not to notice them as they moved past her and focused on a striking woman across the table from her. The woman too, treated them like little more than the passing wind and smirked across the table at her.

“It never fails,” she said quietly. “They circle me like moths to a flame. Sometimes I wish I was born ugly.”

“As someone who was,” she said, “you never want to wish that.”

“Dear, you are not ugly,” she said, smiling, her green eyes flashing. “Now, you might be deliberately dressing down, or hiding, but you are certainly not ugly. My name is Amanda, by the way.”

“Erin. Pleased to meet you,” Erin said, finishing off what was left in her glass.

Amanda reached for the bottle and poured some more into each of their glasses before continuing.

“What surprises me is the constant attempts they make.”

Erin looked around at the men, and noticed that none of them were giving her a second look.

“It isn’t something I have experienced I am afraid,” she said.

“Well, I am sure that if we got you into a tailored dress, you would turn more than a few heads. Not that you are not turning a few heads. The gentleman in the grey suit, two tables over, has been looking over his shoulder at you a couple of time.”

“More likely looking at you, or looking for his wife.”

“Look now.”

Erin looked up and caught the man’s eyes. He smiled back at her and winked. She was caught dumbfounded for a moment before she got her wits about her and smiled back. He took that for an opening and walked over to stand beside her.

“I would ask if this seat is taken, but since we are all standing, I guess it might be better to ask if you object to me standing here and talking to you. Derek, by the way.”

Erin gave him a quick once over. Tall, but not so tall as to tower over her. Not heavy, but his better years were behind him and he carried the weight of middle age. His eyes were light blue and his blond hair was going white, but still attractive.

“Erin, my friend Amanda,” Erin said by way of introduction.

Derek saluted Amanda with his glass and turned his attention back to Erin.

“Erin, if you do not mind me saying, you are by far the most attractive woman here today. At the risk of having your husband hunt me down, I would dearly like to kiss you. Looking into your eyes, I can see the passion there, banked, waiting to be released, and I would dearly love to release it, be consumed by it and have it wash over us, leaving nothing behind.”

As he said this, he had taken her hand and as he finished, he kissed the top of it, his eyes twinkling.

“Oh. My.” Erin and Amanda said at the same time.

“I think I am wet just hearing that,” Amanda said.

“I know I am,” Erin thought to herself. To Derek, she said, “I am speechless. And I am not going to tell my husband.”

Derek smiled again, but did not relinquish her hand. “Then I certainly hope that someday we can discover just how much passion you have banked. But I am afraid that I have to leave for a dinner appointment. Have a wonderful evening ladies.”

With a final squeeze and a kiss of her hand, he slipped into the crowd, but in the opposite direction.

“You didn’t even get his number,” Amanda said.

“And what would I do with his number?” Erin asked, shaking her head. “It isn’t like I could actually sleep with him now could I?”

“And why not?” Amanda asked. “He was hot, and he wanted you in ways that made me wet.”

Erin smiled a little and finished off her drink. The alcohol had made her slightly light headed and carefree.

“He was cute wasn’t he? And he did smell good.”

“Mmmm,” Amanda said, gripping her lower lip with her teeth. “Well, he is gone now.”

“I suppose I could put ‘Seeking You’ in tomorrow’s paper,” Erin said.

“That’s it,” Amanda agreed and quickly pulled out her phone. “Let’s see, if we said ‘You, a gentleman who inspired my passion, me, my passion banked but wanting release. Didn’t get your number. Email me at…'”

“You can’t write that!”

“Already done, what email do you want to use?” Amanda asked, her eyes twinkling.

Erin gave her a throw-away address and Amanda typed it into to the message and hit send.

“Now, with any luck, you will have a hot date this week,” Amanda said.

“You are terrible,” Erin said, finding her glass still had liquid in it and quickly polished it off. “Amanda, it has been a pleasure to meet you and you have my email address, so drop me your contact information and I will let you know what happens.”

“Did that too. Mind if I walk with you. I have to catch my train as well.”

The two ladies walked arm and arm into the mezzanine. Erin could not remember the last time she had clicked so quickly with anyone, much less two people. Derek, with only a couple of words had left her tingling and wet, something only one other man had done to her. And, oddly she felt attracted to Amanda. It was a completely different sort of attraction, but still strong. They passed through the doors and out onto the platform.

“Well, this is where I leave you,” Erin said, turning to go down the steps to her train when Amanda pulled her close against her.

The feeling of warmth and desire passed through Erin as she looked up into Amanda’s eyes. If she had been asked where the emotion came from, she would not have been able to say, but she found herself tilting her head as their lips met. Amanda’s mouth was open and Erin took the initiative. She had never kissed a woman but her tongue felt right sliding into Amanda’s mouth. Amanda moaned and bit down slightly, wrapping her own tongue around Erin’s, making Erin moan back in return. Amanda held Erin’s head between her hands, her fingers played over Erin’s ears sending tingles of excitement through her entire body.

The kiss only lasted a few moments, but left both women breathless as they stared into each other’s eyes. The announcement of departing trains broke their reverie and they separated, each looking over her shoulder at the other as they quickly ran to their respective trains. For the thirty minute ride home, Erin’s mind was in complete turmoil, but there was no question of her excitement. When she reached her stop, she hurried to her car and locked herself inside, panting.

Her nipples were hard pebbles under her bra, her clit was tingling so much she thought that the least touch would send her off. She replayed the evening again in her mind as her hand slid under the hem of her dress, her fingers stroking her clit. The fireworks exploded through her body as the orgasm crashed into her, her breath coming in gasps. As the waves of pleasure slowed and she got her breathing back under control, she pulled herself together and started the engine. It was a short ride to her house, and she hoped the boys were otherwise occupied. She needed some time alone with her toys before she could face them.

The lights were on as she pulled the car into the driveway and she took a deep breath to compose herself before she got out of the car and locked it. She slipped her key in the door and let herself into the house, closing and locking the door behind her. She could hear the voices of her sons in the basement, likely playing video games. A moment later she heard the click of pool balls and knew her husband was at the pool table letting off some steam. That made it easy for her to hang up her coat, slip off her shoes and quickly move upstairs to her bedroom without being intercepted.

Again she, quickly closed and locked the door behind her, her body trembling with sexual energy. With a single motion, she pulled the work dress over her head and let it drop to the floor, forgotten. She reached behind her back and loosened her bra and it joined the dress on the floor. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them and pinching the nipples and drawing a sharp, audible moan from deep inside her. It seemed they were more sensitive and the most erotic things she had ever encountered. She spent several minutes pinching and squeezing them, making her wetter and wetter with each touch. In her mind, it was Amanda squeezing them and she had a vision of Amanda bending her head to take one into her mouth and suck on it. This brought another strong groan from her and she felt her inner muscles clench.

She pushed her panties and hose down in a fluid motion and reached for her bedside drawer, pulling out a long, thick, but otherwise unremarkable glass rod and her most powerful bullet vibrator before flinging herself onto the bed, legs up and bent. She ran the glass dildo between the folds of her nether lips, the chill of the glass only further inflaming the passion coursing through her clit and labia heating the glass and getting it slippery enough to ram into her, which she did with one hard shove, stars exploding in her vision as she pulled her knees further up and getting even deeper penetration. Her muscles spasmed again around the thick intruder and she imagined Derek above her, his hard length buried inside her. Where these thoughts were coming from she did not know, but that did not make them any less welcome at the moment. A quick push started the vibrator and she applied it to her clit and pushed herself up the cliff towards release.

The first orgasm slammed into her and bent her spin up off the bed as she tried, unsuccessfully to manipulate both vibrator and dildo. Her muscles bunched, and released as the pleasure coursed through her. A minute later, another more powerful wave crashed over her and she completely lost all sense of where she was. In her mind, Derek was filling her completely and Amanda was sucking on her nipples and it was taking Erin to new and brighter heights. Each push of the dildo was another thrust of her invisible lover, each orgasmic wave was bliss, colouring her skin rosy and leaving her breathless. With a final push, she crested and the orgasm bowed her and she cried out, grasping for her lovers before crashing back to reality.

Her breathing was ragged and it took her several moments to realize what had happened and where she was. Languidly, she ran her hands up and down her body, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasms. She had never come more than once in a session. Tonight she had lost count of how many times she had come. The bed beneath her was a sticky mess of girl fluids, the glass dildo laying between her legs, still just inside of her, warm and filling. With a sigh, she slipped it out and felt that aching void it left behind. Gathering up her vibrator she put the toys away and stood on shaky legs before picking up her clothes and unlocking the door. It was an effort to finish putting everything away and straightening up briefly before she slipped under the covers and plummeted into the oblivion of sleep.