Liquid Pleasure by Regina Green Page B

and demolished the bottle of wine
they magically produced from their backpack, was the fact that I, a
single woman, alone and planning to spend the night chastely in the
dorm, seemed oddly fascinating to them.
    “Hey, it’s a Saturday night, that can’t be
much fun,” Angela murmured.
    “It’s all the fun I’ve ever had.” Emboldened
by the wine, I blurted out: “I’ve
    never got laid up here.”
    “Never say never,” David quipped. We all
laughed, and I blushed hard.
    “She blushes adorably, doesn’t she, David?”
Angela remarked. I didn’t dare to
    meet his eyes.
    “Shyness is so endearing. I’ve never been
shy. David’s the shy one; he always
    tells me I have a big mouth.”
    “Useful in bed,” David said, yawning.

    She grinned. “Before I met David, I hadn’t a
clue. About anything. I had no idea
    how good life could be. I didn’t even know I
liked women. He was the one who talked to me about my fantasies.
I’d never discussed fantasies with a guy before. What was the
point?”
    I didn’t say anything. So there it was, out
on the table. What would come next?
    “And all my boyfriends before him were so
fucking possessive. With David, my inner flirt has definitely been
released. Hasn’t it, hon?”
    “I like to see her flirt with women,” David
said ruefully, rubbing his chin. “The problem is that the women she
goes for would rather I wasn’t around. I can understand that; I’m
good at getting out of the way.”
    “I told him the next time I’d include him.
It’s only fair.”
    I still didn’t say anything, gulping my
wine.
    “You’re his type—soft and sweet. He loves
real women, with big tits, don’t you,
    David?”
    “Ah, stop it, Angie. You’re being
obnoxious.”
    “But I’ve been a loudmouth from the first
minute we met her. I think she kind of likes it. I think she wants
someone to take charge, to run the show. Is that what you want,
baby?”
    She looked at me, smiling. There was such a
difference between her brassy words and her pretty face and warm
eyes. Yet the aggressiveness that might have bothered me
    before now seemed exciting. He was gentle,
and that seemed exciting, too.
    “Maybe,” I said, blushing. “Look, I don’t
really know what I want. I’m pretty inexperienced.”
    I sounded so goofy, I thought. So naive.
    They exchanged looks. “There’s no pressure,”
Angela continued, “but we’d like you to come back to our room and
we can take it from there. Would you be up for that?”
    I hesitated, then nodded.
    * * *
     
    I was lying naked in their bed. The room was
dark and warm, lit by a lone candle that Angela had set on the
table near the door.
    She was resting on my breasts. What shocked
me was the tenderness I felt as I stroked her hair. Earlier I had
gripped it as she moved expertly between my legs, her tongue
strokes sharp and strong and rapid on my clit. She had told me she
would not be happy until I screamed with pleasure, and I had
privately thought how unlikely that was, for I had never uttered
more than faint moans during sex before. Something she did with her
tongue made my cunt come alive. I sobbed and begged and finally
spasmed hard as she moved her fingers in and out of me like a pro,
like a seasoned dyke.
    I wanted more. She could sense it, as she
moved sensuously off my slick body, making room for David. He
kissed my mouth, my breasts, his hand sliding down between my legs.
He began to tell me how beautiful I was, how they had watched me as
I walked out of the pool after them. “We saw you were nervous and
self-conscious and you had no need to be, no need at all. You
should be proud of these fantastic tits, this belly, these thighs.
God, you’re so soft. And wet. Baby, you’re so wet.”
    He bent down and began to lick me. I relaxed
totally as Angela tongued my earlobe, kissed me lingeringly, her
hands on my nipples and on her lover’s hair.
    “He’s good, isn’t he?” she whispered
hoarsely.
    “Yes,” I murmured, and then