Nympho by Andrea Blackstone Page A

about 5’2 and began sliding her hand up my dress, feeling on my legs.
    â€œYou have the most firm legs,” she told me.
    I knew I’d exceeded my alcohol limit when I said, “If you like my legs, you’d love what’s in between them.”
    Rich winked at me, rubbing up against my kitty kat, causing my thoughts to become thoroughly soaked in lust. Just when I thought that I’d heard it all, he whispered in my ear after the song ended.
    â€œI bet we would. You’re really impressive. So what are you doing tonight?”
    â€œNothing in particular,” I answered.
    â€œCome home and party with us, Leslie,” he offered. I felt my nipples harden as I listened to those taboo words that added up to one freaky invitation.
    â€œI don’t know if I should,” I said, half giggling. “I don’t know you and you all don’t know me,” I flirted. My head felt light and my coordination took on a life of its own.
    Deja pressed her two mountain peaks against my back, reached around toward mine, and gently touched my nipples with her fingertips.
    â€œI think you just may have the biggest nipples I’ve ever touched. They’re as big as Lemon Heads.”
    â€œLemon what?” I asked, smiling.
    â€œThe candy. I bet they taste sweeter than sugar, too,” she said. I was too inebriated to freak out. Instead, I felt relaxed enough to take the naughty trip with her.
    â€œI really like you, Leslie,” Deja continued.
    â€œI really think your man is hot and you’re cute for a girl. I never said anything like this to a woman before, but you’re really pretty. I think you’ve got the perfect shape. And your titties are so huge. How big are they?”
    â€œI’m an E cup—all natural. So you are attracted to us. Since that’s the case, I’m rather certain there’s something we can do for you in private. In fact, it would be our privilege to do some things to you that you’ve probably never experienced. You’ll never know what that entails unless you accept our invitation to come home with us,” she explained softly, with a hint of seductiveness in her voice. “You only live once. If you’re even a little bit curious about our proposal just say yes to doing something spontaneous. No worries, just kinky fun and pleasure—I promise,” Deja added while still massaging my nipples.
    That’s all it took to cause my wheels to turn. Her erotic stunt led to the three of us leaving in search of something I had no business finding—a ménage a trios. Although I should’ve run like the wind, this experience spelled instant gratification, and I was game to be instantly gratified by two hedonistic and horny strangers. Although I wasn’t willing to admit it to myself, part of the reason I decided to experience a threesome was to get back at Trey for ditching me to go to that stinking game. In case it’s not obvious, I hate getting stood up. Two wrongs don’t make a right, but I felt getting a little bit of pleasure could make me feel better than a mad, sexually-frustrated bitch.

8
    The Freaks Do Come Out At Night
    A s we walked down the hall leading to their apartment, our equilibrium proved to be slightly off kilter. Rich and Deja pressed every button that I had at the same time. Rich began handling his business before the three of us even made it inside of their apartment, signaling Deja to flirt with me by verbalizing what she planned to do to my body. I giggled and felt a rush of excitement. I could hear the desire in his voice. I wished Trey would play with me emotionally and physically the way they were doing, but that was unlikely so I allowed these two strangers to get off on the thought of seducing a single, lonely woman.
    The venue where we got our party started was beautiful, to say the least. It was equipped with several fireplaces, parquet floors, and antique furniture. I guess