ACQUAINTANCES

By Jay Hughes

The soap stung Jennifer's eyes. Half-blind, she fumbled for the shampoo bottle. Somewhere on the edge of the … thump!

"Fuck!" she screamed. She rubbed the soap from her eyes, wondering just how much mess was on the floor, hidden behind a soapy glaze that covered her eyes. "So much for a quiet bath."

She sloshed around in the tub of water, grabbed a towel, wiped her face and batted her eyes. The plastic bottle lay helpless on the ceramic floor, almost devoid of its contents, which had puddled into a golden mess.

If Jennifer had figured her math correctly, it would take forty gallons of water to neutralize one quart of liquid shampoo. And an hour of her evening. If she left it there, would it just dry up and somehow blow away?

"Not too fuckin' likely," she said aloud, reaching for her robe.

She drained the tub and decided to wipe it out later.

She trudged into the utility room, looking for a mop or a rag … something. This was going to hurt. "Fucking klutz. Idiot!" She stomped her foot in disgust at her clumsiness. Next time, put the cap on the bottle.

The exercise proved less painful than she had imagined but the twenty minutes of torture only served to remind her that her bath had yielded nothing but a pair of red eyes and a head of dark brown hair, still caked with shampoo.

She climbed back into the tub, adjusted the water, and let the shower stream, rinsing the residue from her long locks. The water trickled down her chest, toward her middle and down, down, down, easing across her pussy like a soft warm feather.

"Yeah, baby," she whispered as the warm water played games with her, teasing, manipulating, tempting. She slid her hand across her crotch, then squeezed it gently. A finger found a sweet spot.

"Oh, Jenny, you are too good to yourself."

She finished herself off, turned off the water and found a dry towel.

Now what?

Friday evening, alone. There wasn't much more to look forward to except a bowl of popcorn, some stupid movie she'd rented and maybe a little Internet chat. Fridays on the Internet were frightfully dull. Only losers had time to kill on Friday night.

"I guess that's what I am," she told herself as she struggled in vain to open the plastic bag that held the popcorn hostage. She gave up and cut it with a pair of scissors. No date tonight. "Am I that fucking ugly?" she asked herself aloud.

No, just picky. If she'd been asked out, she might have just said no … for the hell of it. Or not. Being with somebody isn't the same as being in the same place with another person.

There just wasn't anybody special enough to chew up Jennifer's Friday night for no good reason.

Jennifer plopped down on the couch, checked the television listings … nothing … and munched away on the bowl of popcorn. The warm room made her drowsy. "No, I will not fall asleep," she commanded herself, getting up to search the refrigerator for a Coke.

Nothing. She went back to the couch and cushioned her head against a pillow.

The June evening beckoned. It was warm enough for a walk, but … but, what?

Jennifer went to the bedroom and found a cotton shirt and jeans. She skipped the underwear. Who'd notice tonight? She looked down at her breasts. Her nipples popped forward. Who'd notice tonight?

Where would she go that would matter? The question deserved no answer, she decided as she slipped outdoors into the darkness, down the sidewalk and … which direction? Left, right, left. She went left, away from the sound of the barking dog.

She trod quietly into the night, into the mist that drew deeper, colder, then warmer. Deeper.

"Would you care to dance?"

"Why, Seth! What brings you out on a night like this?" Jennifer felt a smile broaden across her lips. "Of course, I'd love to dance."

She felt herself engulfed in his arms as he drew her close to his chest. His warm breath on her neck was comforting. She felt secure.

"Seth, kiss me!" She tilted her head back, moistened her lips and waited.

She felt his hands on her chest, unbuttoning her pink blouse, the one with the florets on the collar. Her breasts fell free and she gave them freely to him. He sucked one, then the other, moving his lips up her cleavage toward her chest, then back down to her navel.

There he stopped. "Take them down, Jennifer."

Jennifer unfastened her white slacks, slid them down her legs. Her pussy was bare, open, free to his touch. And she gave that freely. Seth dipped to his knees, kissed her soft furry bush, blew a breath of warm air into her pussy and kissed it.

Jennifer grabbed the bedposts and held on tight as Seth drove his cock deeper and deeper into her, thrusting, driving. "Oh, fuck me! Seth, fuck me harder!" Her wet pussy throbbed, contracting, expanding, yielding, accepting. Seth's cock filled it with pleasure.

He exploded on her stomach, sending a white stream of semen across her navel, upward toward her tits.

Jennifer cooed as she wiped the semen away, licking some of it from her fingers. "You love me, don't you?"

The night sky yielded more stars tonight than usual, Jennifer thought, as she tugged at her shirt, wondering if, in the dark, anyone would notice that she wasn't wearing a bra. Braless is so sexy, she decided. Her jeans were a little too tight. Need to lose some weight, girl. Behind her, the dog had stopped barking.

She pulled up her shirt slightly, trying to scratch an itch. It was as though something sticky had been poured there, left to dry.

Jennifer's nipples turned hard as she walked into the cold mist, deeper, deeper.

"Hi, Jen. I have some really pretty new lingerie. Would you like to try it on with me?"

"Oh, Molly … you're so sweet. You have the cutest taste in undies. Let's go look."

Molly's hands found Jennifer's bra. She caressed it, bringing Jennifer's nipples to rise through the soft satin undergarment. Molly moved her hands around Jennifer's back, unfastened the bra and let it drop to the floor.

Jennifer's breasts, so firm, so lovely, were like two tempting melons. Molly put a hand on each one, rubbing slowly, around and down. Her fingers stroked Jennifer's cleavage.

Molly leaned back and pulled her panties aside. She slid a finger into her pussy and stroked. She motioned Jennifer closer.

Jennifer kneeled before Molly, kissing her knee, her inner thigh and the exposed bush that smelled like … oh, sweet baby powder. Her tongue flitted around and she eased Molly's panties to the floor.

Molly lay back on the divan, spread her legs and pulled Jennifer close. She absorbed the flicking tongue, the warm moist lips.

It could go on forever, Jennifer said. She wanted it to last forever. Molly was so receptive to lovemaking. So much a woman, so giving, yet so consuming.

Jennifer pulled back at Molly's squeal of completion and succession of contractions. It had been beautiful, total.

Jennifer had forgotten her watch. Had she walked a mile, two miles? She smelled a peculiar scent of perfume, not her own. Jennifer shook her head. It was time to turn back. Ahead was the all-night service station. Not a good place for a woman, alone, dressed … ah … braless. It felt so sexy, that cotton shirt rubbing against her nipples. The jeans, coercing her from within. It was as though the jeans had been given the right to explore her and were taking full advantage of it. It's all right, she told them, enjoy yourself.

Jennifer crossed the street at mid-block and decided whether to continue or turn back. She turned back.

The warm rain flattened her hair against her head and neck. It felt clammy in a way, but sexy.

"Jen, come look at our new bed."

"Wow, that's awesome, Michelle!" Jennifer said. "I didn't know you and Chris were sleeping together again."

Jennifer sprawled out on the queen-sized bed. It felt soft, firm … and big enough for three. She felt a strong male hand slide up under her skirt, pull her panties away and ease them off her ankles. "That feels good, Chris."

She sat up on her elbows and waited as Michelle slid onto the bed in front of her. Michelle spread her legs apart, propped the pillow under her rear and leaned back. She pulled Jennifer toward her pussy, urging her in.

Jennifer's tongue found its home, nibbling at the wet, warm pussy, kissing it, licking, finding a welcome clitoris.

Jennifer felt a sweet stab in her backside as Chris raised her up. His hand found her cunt and rubbed it hard, harder, harder. Jennifer wanted his cock. "Fuck me, Chris!"

Chris's cock slid up and down on Jennifer's pussy as she tried to concentrate on Michelle's. She licked at it, then looked up at Michelle, whose eyes were closed as though in a secret fantasy of emotion.

Jennifer rose to her knees and gave Chris more pussy. His cock moved up and down on her wet pussy. Not yet, just a little more massaging with the cockhead.

Then he drove it home. It felt huge. Jennifer licked at Michelle's wet box, sucking, kissing, breathing hard. She wanted to give Michelle an orgasm. Not a fast one, a slow one.

She found concentration difficult as Chris's cock pushed deeper and deeper into her sweet hole. Harder, harder. "Fuck me!"

She drew back from Michelle but Michelle grabbed her head and urged her forward again. "I want it, Michelle. Fuck me, Chris. Let's all come together."

As though they were a circus act, the three moved forward, up, down, back, up, down in unison, Jennifer buried deep in Michelle's cunt and Chris buried deep in Jennifer's hot, sticky pussy.

He was first to come and his jizz spewed forth across Jennifer's ass. It felt like someone had dumped a bottle of shampoo across her backside. She massaged it into her ass like lotion, spreading it all around. Wet, sticky, heavenly love potion.

Jennifer's tongue was at full extension now. She would finish Michelle, then herself. Chris had not made her come, but she had already done that earlier, hadn't she?

Michelle quivered in delight upon orgasm and drew her legs together.

"I already came earlier," Jennifer cooed up at Michelle.

Jennifer crossed the street again and adjusted her jeans. They still didn't fit right.

She pulled the key from her pocket and slowly opened the door. She tapped it shut behind her.

She pulled her robe closed and went to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator. "Damn, I forgot to buy Coke."

She turned on the computer and settled in for an evening of chat.

"Somebody interesting ought to be up this hour of the night," she said, picking a piece of popcorn from her teeth.

(c) 2002 / Jay Hughes

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