What a Day!

"We need to talk."

"About what"

"The closet in the war room."

Sarah turned beet red. "Wh- what about it?"

"I know what you were doing in there."

"Huh. When?" Sarah brained was fuzzy from the booze. God, how much had she had to drink? And in the middle of the day.

"Oh, right," Sarah mumbled, her mind bringing her back to her beating off session. "Please get someone to order more pens. I couldn't find the fine points in blue."

"Here's my address, Sarah," said Helen, moving over to the desk and dropping a slip of paper on it. "I'll see you at seven tonight. Slip into something comfortable before you come over."

With that, Helen turned and sashayed out of the room, swinging her perfect butt with each step.

***

Sarah sat down, stunned. Was Helen making a pass at her? Helen was a woman. She didn't do the whole "lezzie" thing. And where did Helen get off, being so assertive and bossy?

On the other hand, Helen was a very attractive woman. The "bossy" thing probably related to the closet, and what she'd been doing in there. How stupid! How totally fucking stupid!

***

Seven o'clock found Sarah pulling up to an apartment building at 7407 E. 35th St. Nice building, she thought.

Sarah had gone home early, just after the conversation with Helen. She'd managed to avoid contact with anyone else in the office, and also managed not to come in contact with any law enforcement personnel on the drive home. An hour--30 minutes more than usual--on the exercycle, plus a very cold shower, had cleared her head.

Sarah was wearing a cotton skirt and a t-shirt. She was also wearing the new thong that Zoe had bought her.

Locking her car and walking toward the building, Sarah could herself getting damp. Jesus Christ, she thought, am I really going to get it on with Helen?

***

Helen watched Sarah approaching. She was wearing a silk dress and nothing else. No shoes. No bra. No panties. She, too, was creaming, but she had no doubt about what was about to happen.

Checking the lighting, Helen walked toward the door, planning to open it just before Sarah rang the bell. She succeeded and, as the door opened, she took Sarah in with her eyes and her nose. What a sight! Her eyes looked like they would pop out of her head with excitement. Her nipples were pushing through her t-shirt. And her scent confirmed for Helen that Sarah was very, very ready.

***

Sarah took in her hostess with her eyes. She knew, without doubt, why she was here. And ready she was. All of the morning and early afternoon's frustrations welled up inside her as though they were fighting to escape. She knew she was primed for a massive orgasm, and that it could come quickly.

Helen reached for Sarah, expecting to give her a polite but friendly hug. She certainly didn't expect Sarah's fervor and wasn't ready, not at all, for the right hand that grabbed the zipper, pulled it down and, with help from Sarah's left hand, pushed the silk dress off her shoulders. Or the right foot that kicked the front door closed.

Helen regrouped quickly, pulling Sarah's face toward hers and kissing her firmly on the lips. Mouths opened and tongues quickly explored. In the meantime, Sarah pulled her body away enough to slide Helen's dress off her arms, revealing her breasts. Sarah quickly moved her lips off Helen's, rapidly moving down her neck to her nipples, taking each one into her mouth and sucking it with her tongue and her front teeth.

Helen was beside herself. She was sure Sarah had never been with a woman. She'd been prepared to seduce Sarah and, if necessary, blackmail her with what she'd seen and surmised during Sarah's office escapades. Now, this novice had her flabbergasted and ready to be taken!

Sarah was so caught up in how easy it was to fuck a woman that she didn't give any thought to the fact that Helen was supposed to be seducing her. She was still fully dressed, but felt like she could come on a moment's notice. And was she ready!

Sarah dropped to her knees, pulling Helen's dress off her hips and her ass. Wow, no hair: I've never seen a naked pussy. Or a distended clit. And I've never smelled anything so erotic. Sarah leaned in and it hit her. I'm about to stick my tongue where it's never been before. After hesitating for just long enough to convince Helen she really was a pussy virgin, Sarah started licking. She tried Helen's pussy first, not able to resist the odor and taste. Up from the bottom, almost to the clit. Cool! Sarah was so taken with her novel experience that she couldn't keep a smile from breaking across her face.

Helen saw the smile. This was too much fun! Miss Priss, the perfect lawyer, likes cunt. Can you imagine?

Helen bent down, pulling Sarah up to a standing position and, once again, gave her a kiss. This time, however, the kiss was very gentle and slow. When Helen broke away she moved her lips to Sarah's left ear and whispered, "fun, isn't it?" Sarah could only nod, ready to be taken.

***

Helen gently moved Sarah over to the sofa and laid her down, half on and half off. As Helen started removing Sarah's skirt, she started whispering in her ear. Sarah had always wondered about sweet nothings, and now she knew what they were. For the first time in her life it seemed like she knew what "bliss"meant.

With Sarah's skirt off, Helen got to work on her Sarah's thong. Wet as it was, she saw dry moisture stains, telling her Sarah had been aroused in these panties. How erotic not to have changed her underwear, Helen thought.

Helen began nipping at the thong with her teeth and lips, enjoying the way in which Sarah bounced around. Keeping at it, she used her left arm to lift Sarah's legs onto the sofa, laying her out flat.

Helen thought Sarah was ready to come, without even having her clit touched. She stopped for a moment, wanting for Sarah to beg. Just as she started to move her lips down to the thong, Helen heard voices outside her door. Male voices.

Sarah was lost to the world for the moment, wondering why Helen had stopped. She opened her eyes, taking in Helen turning toward the door, the noise of a key in the door lock and voices. Male voices. Boisterous male voices.

"Dude, wait right here, I'll just be a second," said Jeffrey as he pushed open the door.

"Get out, get out, I told you not to be here tonight, didn't I," screamed Helen. "You're supposed to be out of here."

"Sorry, but I forgot my ID." Jeffrey stopped talking as he took in the scene. His lover and co-worker was nakie, with her silk dress in a pile on the floor. A woman who looked just like sugar tits from work was lying on the--whoa, hold the fuckin' phone!

"Dude, come on in, you won't believe this."

A tall, well built guy walked in, quickly looking at Helen trying to cover her tits and pussy and glancing over at the sofa. Was it, he asked himself. Yes it was. Sarah from Starbucks!

Sarah took everything in quickly. Jeffrey, the brain of a gnat, utterly worthless Jeffrey, had a key to Helen's apartment and had left his ID in the place. "Dude" was her barista, a friend of Jeffrey's and a guy who looked away from Helen to give her a look see.

"Shit shit shit. What the fuck am I doing here?"

Helen was walking over to her dress, ready to reach down, pick it up and put it on, when Barista Boy said, "Sarah, I don't know why you're here, but we did talk about getting together tonight."

"We didn't. You did. And I don't fuck on first dates."

"You don't," said Jeffrey. "So how long have you and Helen been dating, huh?"

"Shut up, Jeffrey. Haven't you done enough damage already?"

"No, Helen. Sarah and Brad know each other, you're now dressed and Sarah's wearing more than she would be wearing at the beach. What's the problem?"

"I need to come," Sarah hollered. "That's the fucking problem."

***

Sarah didn't know the person who'd just spoken. She did know, though, that someone had better get to work on her clit and her pussy!

***

Brad moved over to the sofa and sat on its edge, next to Sarah. He leaned down and said, "Are you sure you want to do this?" Sarah looked at him and said, slowly and carefully, "I think so. Are you willing?"

Brad's answer came in the form of his head moving down to her crotch, while he also moved his body onto the floor. Sarah, at the same time, was lifting her hips and sliding her thong down her legs.

Brad lent a hand as his tongue slithered out of his mouth, circling the area just above Sarah's clit. Light touches had her bouncing up and down, involuntarily. as she let her legs stretch out again. Goose bumps arrived quickly and she could feel her orgasm approaching. God, she wanted this.

Brad could feel her body quickening. He decided to ignore her clit, knowing she'd come very soon, and that he'd get more than another chance or two. He used his lips to dance around, getting ever closer to her clit without quite getting there.

Sarah suddenly snapped. Her body went rigid and numb. Toes and feet first. Then her calves. Then her thighs. She started screaming, "YES, YES, YES!!!. OH GOD YES.

Brad backed off a bit, knowing Sarah would want her space as she came down. He did, however, maintain contact, wanting her to know he was with her.

***

Helen and Jeffrey had been observing their "boss" in action. For both of them, the night presented lots of possibilities. Helen had had three ways before, but never with two men, and never with Jeffrey. Jeffrey had wondered about Helen's interest in women, but hadn't ever had any proof.

Helen and Jeffrey had first hooked up about a month ago. He'd been carrying on about a weekend escapade--which was truly a figment of his imagination--with the other runner one day when Helen walked into the mail room. The other runner took off as Jeffrey blushed deeply, giving Helen an inkling that bullshit was a primary component in his brain.

"Gee, your weekend sounds a lot better than mine was."

"Uh, uh, well, it was fun and all that."

Helen leaned in, to make sure no one overheard her, as she asked Jeffrey to bring his 11 inches around sometime and introduce it to a real woman.

Jeffrey stammered and mumbled as Helen got her coffee and returned to the reception station.

About an hour later, Jeffrey wandered by and asked Helen for her address. Helen gave it to him on a yellow sticky, but told him if he wasn't bringing 11 inches, he shouldn't bother coming around.

Helen sat up until about 10:30 that evening, hoping the doorbell might ring. It didn't. The next morning she woke up and, when she stepped outside to get a breath of fresh air, she saw an envelope taped to her door. Opening it, she saw the yellow sticky with her address, together with a written question: "Will 7.5 inches get me in?"

Jeffrey moved in about a week later. ***

Helen and Jeffrey took in what they had just witnessed. Sarah from work, the boss lady who seemed like a beautiful bitch on wheels, had just had a major orgasm--very, very quickly--on Helen's couch.

Helen reached for Jeffrey, pulling him close, and said, "before you get any of that, don't forget who feeds you." Jeffrey, pausing to compute the meaning of Helen's comment and moved his lips to hers as she pulled her dress down and stepped out of it.

***

Sarah, coming down from the badly needed orgasm, was delighted to feel Brad's presence. At the same time, though, she was disappointed to find him still dressed.

"I need you," she said. "I need you everywhere. Let's get moving."

With that directive--Brad may have been going places in life, well beyond Barista-land, but he knew how to follow directions from authority figures--Brad stood up and stripped. T-shirt. Shoes. Blue jeans. Done.

Sarah was delighted. She looked at Brad's more than adequate cock and tried to decide where she wanted it first. Pleasuring a man orally--no, sucking cock--was something she never thought she'd mastered. Hand jobs are fine, but they're always what she settled for with he ex. Fucking she knew how to do, but it always tended to be the end game, and she was just getting started. And then, of course, she had said "I need you everywhere." With that, her anus puckered involuntarily. Would she? Could she? She never had, but then she'd never shown her body in front of more than one person at a time, and she'd certainly never come in front of three others.

***

Jeffrey's cock was in Helen's mouth. She was on her knees, but had her eyes focused on Sarah and Brad. Glancing up at Jeffrey quickly, she saw his eyes focused on the same sight.

***

Sarah started licking Brad's cock, feeling like it was summer and she had an everlasting ice cream cone, and a non-fattening one at that. Feeling very successful, she started to nip gently at the end of the cock. Yummy, she thought.

Soon, Sarah focused on the awkwardness of her lying on the couch, with Brad sitting on the edge of the couch, balancing half of his ass next to her tits, which were still covered by her T-shirt.

"Just a minute. We can do this better."

Sarah sat up, yanked her shirt over her head and pushed herself off the couch.

"Lie down," she told Brad.

Sarah got back to her task, with pleasure, once Brad was flat on his back. Kneeling next to him, she decided she'd be more comfortable on his chest. She kept her mouth in contact with his cock, swinging herself up and onto his chest.

***

Brad was enjoying himself immensely. The plan with Jeffrey had involved a few beers and, perhaps, a pickup. It certainly didn't involve Sarah, and it absolutely didn't have the potential for a four way.

***

As Sarah went to work on Brad from her new position, Brad got moving, as well. Gently, he pulled Sarah's ass back toward him. As she scooted up his chest toward his face, she maintained her suction action his cock.

Brad had Sarah right where he wanted her, and went to work. A long lick, from the bottom of her pussy to just below her clit, had her squirming again. A little flutter action with the tip of his tongue, just below her magic button, had her legs all goose bumpy. Circling around her clit, clockwise, had her so jumpy she was bouncing up and down on his chest. This he liked, so he kept it up.

***

Sarah was ecstatic. She hadn't had so much fun in a very long time. Nah, she thought, ever!!!

Sarah redoubled her efforts, wanting to make Brad come so she could swallow. That was another thing she'd never tried, and she'd pretty much decided this would be a night for firsts. Giving a stranger a blow job: first time since college. 69 action with anyone: same. Sex with others in the room: first time ever.

***

Brad was definitely getting somewhere. Gently blowing on Sarah's clit was working well, but for a real turn on he'd discovered her pleasure in being finger fucked. One finger first, feeling her all juiced up, had her in a "close to coming" state. Brad knew the coup de grace would involve Sarah's ass. He knew it because playing with a girl's ass had never failed him before! His only issue was finger or tongue. He decided to slow things down, so he moved his tongue away from Sarah's clit, leaving his finger to probe the top of her vagina, looking for her g-spot.

***

Sarah's body stopped with a start. What happened to the tongue? Where did it go? And why did it go anywhere?

Looking around Sarah saw Helen and Jeffrey. Helen was bent over a chair, with her big tits mashed against the cushion and her pussy and ass totally exposed. Jeffrey had a really big cock, and he was about to enter Helen from behind. The only question in Sarah's mind was where that cock would go.

Sarah looked back at Brad, as she told him to get his tongue back on her clit. "I need to cum, and I need to cum now. Get at it!"

Brad got back to business promptly, and soon had Sarah bouncing up and down on the couch as her orgasm approached.

***

As Brad moved back into position, Jeffrey pushed his cock into Helen's cunt. "Not so fast," she screamed. "It hurts."

Jeffrey pulled out slowly and pushed in again. Within moments he and Helen had developed a rhythm. Moments later, turned on beyond his wildest imagination, Jeffrey stopped, said "shit," and began cumming inside Helen.

***

Sarah and Jeffrey were content, having both reached the pinnacle. Helen was frustrated, as she'd wanted a piece of Sarah and, having watched her in action, felt like she'd really missed out. Brad, still waiting for his orgasm, was just happy to be present, having only expected to be out for a few beers and some laughs with Jeffrey.

Helen, as the oldest person in the room took charge.

"This is my house and it's my party. These two cocks, and I mean that literally and figuratively, crashed my party. Now, it's my party and I'm going to have it go the way I want it to. That means Sarah gets me off, however she wants, and I do to her what I want. That was my plan, and it's still my plan, unless Sarah says no. Brad and Jeffrey, you watch, unless you want each other or we need you, and we'll let you know about that. OK, Sarah?"

"Whatever you say boss," Sarah said, and started giggling, as she realized she was not the boss here.

***

Helen came over to the couch, pulled Sarah up and started kissing her neck, gently and quickly. Sarah responded, grabbing Helen's ass and pulling her close. The women were going at it as if time was short and getting off was the highest priority.

Sarah pushed Helen onto the floor, on her back, and started stroking her right foot with one hand, as her other hand danced up Helen's left leg toward her pussy. Helen was squirming, telling Sarah with her body movements to hurry up.

Sarah slowed down as Helen urged her on. Instead of moving to the inside of Helen's left thigh she scooted her body between Helen's legs, sliding her hand up Helen's left side until she reached her left tit. Once she was there, she roughly flicked at the hard nipple, watching it bounce around and laughing at Helen's reaction.

"The boss lady isn't in control, huh?"

Helen gave her the finger and told her she'd better get down to it. Sarah laughed again. "I'll show you who's the boss," she said.

"Says you," Helen responded. She scrambled up onto her feet and said she'd be right back.

***

The boys watched Helen leave, wondering what was going on. Jeffrey decided to take advantage of the situation and moved toward Sarah.

"Nothing doing, Jeffrey," Sarah responded. "You'll take your instructions from Helen."

With that, Helen returned. In her right hand was a strap-on, and her left hand held a bottle of Astro-Glide and some condoms.

"Hey lawyer lady, I'll bet you've never been fucked by a dyke, huh. Or in the ass"

With that, Sarah knew she'd pushed this situation pretty far. She didn't know exactly what was coming, but she knew Helen had just raised the ante to its highest limit. She also knew, from the warmth and the wetness in her crotch, that she was ready.

***

"Alright everyone, here's how this works. I get the boss bitch's pussy. One or both of you gets her ass. Condoms are on the table. Use them, and, by the way, I go first."

With that, Helen put the strap-on in place and moved toward Sarah. Sarah kept her mouth shut, but had a hard time holding back the giggles. This 40+ fox, with great tits and frosted hair was moving toward her with a rubber cock in front of her. Who wouldn't laugh, she thought.

Sarah stood up to meet Helen and the cock. As she did, Helen moved forward, her right hand moving toward Sarah's cunt, ready to test her readiness. The ladies came together, with the cock moving between Sarah's legs, as they embraced and started kissing as though an egg timer was about to ring, demanding that they separate.

Helen's hand never reached its destination. Instead, she pulled her lower body away, redirected the dildo and entered Sarah.

***

Brad, watching the fucking, decided it was time to come. Playing against expectations, however, he decided to fuck Helen's ass. He was pretty sure he'd connected with Sarah, and would get another chance with her. Fucking a woman who was fucking a woman was something new, and he wanted to try.