Diva
Eight
ALLISON’S EYES BURNED INTO ME. I cringed, at least in my head—yeah, if looks could kill. I could almost feel my brain frying. Great timing. Does this feel right?
“I hope you mean: are you hard; am I wet; and is your cock lined up to penetrate my steaming twat?” Allison growled. She thrust her hips toward me, trying to force me into her. I backed off. I wasn’t teasing, exactly. Crap! What was I doing? “I’ve wanted this for a month, Tony. It feels good. Don’t get all moralistic on me now.”
“I don’t mean morally or ethically right, Allison. I’m asking if it’s right for us. Are we just going to screw and then go our separate ways? I don’t want that.”
“Shit! We’re really going to have this conversation now, aren’t we! Damn it!” Allison twisted out from under me and turned away. I saw her shoulders heave. “We’re going to talk about feelings and love and the future and when I say ‘no, it doesn’t feel right,’ we’re not going to do it, are we?”
She shook and sobbed, lying facing away from me, but not far enough for my cock to get the message that it was no longer needed. She felt my hardness and aggressively pushed her butt back into me for more contact. I wrapped her in my arms, spooned behind her.
“Allie,” I said, soothingly. “I’m sorry.”
She jerked her head toward me, tears glistening in her eyes.
“What did you call me?”
“Um… Allie. I’m sorry if you don’t like it…”
“In all the time you’ve known me, you’ve never shortened my name, given me a nickname, called me by some little endearment. Why now, Tony? Why now?”
“I felt… I’m sorry… I just…” I wasn’t being very clear and I was probably sending messages that were as mixed as what I was feeling inside. “Geez, Allison, I don’t know.”
“Don’t stop!” she said, turning fully toward me and pressing herself against me. “Please don’t stop calling me Allie. No one has ever…”
“Shhh. It’s okay, Allie. I won’t stop.”
We held each other for long minutes. I was intensely aware of her nipples pressing against my chest and my cock lying against her stomach. We kissed—softly. It reminded me of the sensuous loving kiss she gave me during the contest when she mimicked Lissa. And that got me thinking about my two beautiful girlfriends back home.
“It’s the girl thing, isn’t it?” Allie whispered to me.
“What is?”
“The thing that’s not right. I think the world of Lissa and Melody,” Allie said. “And when a girl kisses me, I have to admit that I get squishy inside. Melody and Lissa, especially. But the thought of actually… you know… being with… making love… putting my face down there. Oh god! I just can’t imagine doing that. And you three are like one person… well, in a way. No one could possibly be with one of you without being with all of you. And I can’t.”
Maybe that was it. Melody and Lissa had given me express permission to make love to Allison, fully anticipating a kiss-by-kiss replay when we were together. Somehow, actually being with Allison, though, made me feel apart from Melody and Lissa. It confused the hell out of me. Physically, my erection was straining my limits. Just being cuddled with Allison, I could feel her juices flowing onto my thigh where her pussy was pressed against me. Inside, though, I was aching to share this moment with Lissa and Melody. But that was still only part of it.
“Allie, it’s not that, or it’s more than that,” I began. She delayed my words a moment with another sensuous kiss that we both enjoyed immensely, but then she released my lips and let me continue. “We don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose you,” I whispered. “I want you to be my friend and part of my life for a long time, and I’m afraid that once we cross that threshold—both of us wanting more than the other can give—that we’ll lose each other. And as to Melody and Lissa,” I said looking intently into her eyes, “that would hurt them as much as it would me.”
“You are so lucky, Tony.”
“I am lucky. I feel like I’ve won some kind of mega-lottery and I can’t even comprehend how rich I am.”
We lay there quietly for a while. In our heads, we’d reached the same conclusion, but our bodies were still on a different wavelength. Allison rolled onto her back and I let my hand slide off her shoulder and onto her breast. It was so natural and full in my hand. She moaned slightly and pulled my head back to her for another kiss. Our breathing was coming hard, and I just knew that our bodies were going to betray us, right or wrong. We just couldn’t pull ourselves apart.
I felt her hand on my hand over her breast and she tugged it down across her silky muscled abdomen. I felt her thin patch of pubic hair and then the moisture of her slit as she pushed my hand firmly into it.
“Allie…”
“Shut up, Tony. It’s an emergency. If we don’t do this, I’m going to fuck you whether it’s right or not.” With that, her hand left my hand to do what came naturally and I felt her fingers wrap around my cock.
Two naked adults, wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing passionately, with no reason in the world not to copulate, but still satisfying each other only by means of hand jobs doesn’t make rational sense. We’d established a boundary that we could live with and build a future on, though, and when we screamed our mutual orgasms into each other’s mouths, both spraying our juices onto the hand and body of the other, we were even closer than we could have been if fucking. We curled into each other, our hands still connecting us, and slept.
Of course, there were two more of Allie’s emergencies.
One came early in the morning as my cock slid smoothly between her ass cheeks spooned behind her, my fingers still coaxing her clit to spasm as I came against her back. The other in the shower, covered in soap and shampoo.
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