When I couldn’t beg, cajole, bribe or force my computer to accept a software upgrade, I didn’t get angry. I knew better than to fight with an inanimate object, or to throw said inanimate object out the window no matter how much momentary glee that might give me. Instead, I called my good friend Lisa who understands machines better than I ever could. She is like The Computer Whisperer. She speaks their language.
“I’m glad you could come so quickly,” I told her as she sat down in front of my machine.
“I always come quickly,” she said, and I felt myself blush. I hadn’t meant it like that. Lisa always makes me a little giddy.
“I was at the end of my cord,” I told her, indicating the problem on the screen.
She laughed and assured me she’d have the situation fixed in no time. I went to the kitchen to pour us each a beer while she got to work. When I returned to my home office, I saw that she was watching porn. In fact, she was watching a porn movie that I had been watching earlier in the day. My heart started to race, and my cheeks grew hotter. I had been expecting to find her bent over the keyboard. I hadn’t expected to find her with her hand down her jeans, slowly stroking herself while watching the pretty women on the screen.
“You didn’t clear your history,” she said in a matter of fact manner as she removed her hand from her Levis.
“I didn’t know I could,” I said, horrified.
I stood there, beers in my fists, staring in embarrassment as she clicked the mouse, highlighting porn site after porn site.
When you work at home, like I do, nothing really registers under NSFW. Who is going to get on me about spending my coffee hour (and, yes, I tend to give myself a full hour) making myself come while watching pictures of sultry, slutty women licking each other.
“You definitely have a type,” Lisa said, smiling over her shoulder at me. I knew exactly why she was smiling. At least half the women in the girl on girl videos looked like her brunette, tattooed temptresses with wicked bodies.
“Did you really need me to fix this, Mel?” she asked. “All I had to do was click ‘accept terms.’”
On the screen behind her, a woman had spread her partner out on a bed and was driving her tongue into the lovely lady’s pussy. I took a sip of one of the beers rather than try to respond. The girl on the receiving end would have been howling with pleasure if the volume on the computer had been turned on. As it was, she simply writhed and bucked in silence, her fingers sliding over her lover’s shoulders, her thighs spread wide apart. This was one of my favorite videos, because after the brunette ate the blonde’s pussy, they sixty nined for quite a while. It never failed to get me off watching the two take each other to their orally induced heights.
“Would you like me to check your box next?” Lisa asked, her voice low and sexy. I nodded fiercely, and she stood and came to my side. She seemed to understand that I was frozen, with the inability to function, because she took the drinks and set them on the bookcase. I wondered whether she’d lead me to the bedroom or at least the living room. But no. She cued up the video to the start, and then bent me over the desk.
“Does Ed know you watch girl porn?”
I realized that Lisa hadn’t heard the latest news. She must have been confused as to why I had called her in the first place. Ed used to take care of all my needs, computer and otherwise. “We broke up,” I told her.
“Oh?” she didn’t sound nearly as sad as she seemed to try to be acting.
“I realized we weren’t right together.”
“Oh,” she said again, sounding even happier. “You watch,” she continued, “and I’ll go back to work.”
When Lisa said the word “work,” she meant: lift up my skirt and pull down my panties. I helped her by stepping out of the floral cotton bikinis, and I stared at the video of the two women getting busy on their leather sofa. For a moment, I actually thought I might be having one of those fantasies one that feels so real, you think you’re awake. But then Lisa reached over and clicked the volume button so we could listen to the purrs and moans the ladies were making. Her short red fingernails against my keyboard looked too real to be a hallucination. I bit my lip as she spread my thighs wide apart and stroked my pussy from behind.
“You’re dripping wet,” she crooned as she bent down behind me. “Do you like watching naughty videos?”
I nodded, but I realized she couldn’t see me. Not with her head between my legs. So I said, “Yes, Lisa.”
“Do you want me to do to you what that woman is doing to her lover?”
I arched my hips as high as I could. Lisa began by licking my pussy from behind, driving her face against me so that she could get her tongue in deep. I groaned and bucked. I could not remember anything feeling so good before. At least, not until Lisa changed her motion, slipping a finger inside me while she ground her face against me.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
“You like that?”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
What I wanted to say was, “Yes, Lisa, that’s all I ever think about. You fucking me. Hard and fast. I hope you’re packing. I’m desperate to ride your cock.” What I actually said was: “Yes, please.” Wasn’t I the polite one?
Lisa pulled away and then said, “I want to fuck you, too, but I want to keep the porn rolling.” I had a solution to that.
“Come with me,” I told her, letting my skirt fall down over my naked ass. It felt decadent not to be wearing any panties, especially with my pussy so wet and juicy. Lisa followed me to my bedroom, and I slid in my favorite girl on girl video. Lisa grinned as I pushed “Play.”
“I have this one,” she said. “I like when they’re sixty nining.”
I liked that part, too. We both began to strip, and I watched as Lisa peeled off her turquoise muscle shirt and then kicked off her boots. Her body was exactly as I’d always imagined. And when I say “imagined,” I mean, jacked off to. She had sublime muscles on her arms. I knew that from every longing glance I’ve ever snuck. But her washboard stomach was new to me. I could not believe how ripped she was. I stripped more quickly than she did, and then I sprawled on the bed and watched as she undid her belt buckle and took off her jeans. Lisa seemed to be moving slowly, now down to her black and white striped boyshorts.
“Why did you and Ed break up?” she asked.
Lisa and I had been friends for a long time, and she’d seen me date my share of men and women. But we’d never been more than friends in the past.
“He couldn’t give me what I needed,” I said, and Lisa climbed onto the bed.
“What was that?”
I reached for her. “This.” I gripped her hips and pulled her on top of me into a sixty nine. With the video playing on the side table, the two of us got busy. I spread her pretty shaved pussy lips wide apart and dove between her thighs. I was surprised to see that her clit was pierced, and I found that the silver metal hoop nestled against her warm wet flesh made me even more excited than I had been before. I sucked on her clit and toyed with the jewelry with my tongue, loving the way the hoop felt in my mouth. Lisa sighed and tightened her thighs around me. Each time I did something she liked, she moaned. That was good for me, too, because the noises she made echoed through me, sending delicious vibrations that radiated from my pussy outward to the edges of my being.
“God, you’re sweet,” she said. I could just make out her muffled words. “I’ve always wanted to do this to you.”
I couldn’t believe what she was saying. I had wanted to taste her since the first time we met, but we’d always been dating other people. Now we were both free for the first time, and free felt good.
It tasted even better.
Lisa’s pussy was so wet. From the video, from eating me out in the office, or from what we were doing or a combination of all three I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. All I wanted was to lap up her luscious juices until she came. Lisa seemed to have the same idea with my own pussy. She sucked and slurped, with her face pressed fully to my split. I groaned when she used her fingers to pinch my clit, and I thrust against her when she drove two fingers inside me. I echoed her actions, and soon we were licking, finger fucking, bucking and groaning in tandem. When she crossed one finger over the other, so that she was using a corkscrew motion inside me, I did the same to her. When she rubbed her soft hair back and forth against my inner thighs, I mirrored that action, as well. I wasn’t at all shocked when we reached climax simultaneously, each of us working hard not to let the other down as the bursts of pleasure rushed over us. I did not relinquish my lip lock on her clit until her climax had fully subsided. She did the same with me.
We lay there afterward, still entwined, as we caught our breath. On the television screen, the two women had switched gears and were now fucking with a strap on. Even though seconds before I would have thought I could never move again, suddenly I had a fresh rush of energy. I leaned up on one elbow and met Lisa’s eyes. She raised an eyebrow curiously.
“Do you have one?” she asked.
I shook my head, detangled myself, and went to the dresser. Shyly, I pulled out the bottom drawer. Lisa peeked over the bed to see the many dildos I had nestled in with my stockings.
“Oh, I see,” she said, “not one, but many.”
I wasn’t embarrassed at all to show her my treasures. I was happy I had so many to choose from.
“Which do you want?” I asked.
“The red looks nice.”
I lifted the large red dildo and my favorite black harness. I didn’t know which one of us was going to be pitching and which one catching. Lisa answered that query right away by lifting the toys out of my hands and expertly fastening herself into the harness and sliding the dildo into place.
My pussy clenched while I watched her. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anything sexier than her working the silver buckle into place so that the harness fit snug over her gorgeous hips.
“I want you doggy style,” Lisa told me, and I scrambled into position on the mattress, with my butt up in the air and my arm muscles locked. I thought she’d slide right in immediately. She knew how wet I was. She’d tasted for herself so recently that my juices were still coating her chin. So I was taken unaware when she bent down and licked me again, getting her face mashed up against my pussy. I groaned and shuddered, and she pulled back, gripped my hips, and then plunged the dildo inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, “that feels so damn good.”
“Your juices are all over my lips and this cock,” she said. “You’re dripping.”
I rocked my hips with her, helping her find the perfect rhythm as she tangled one hand in my hair. I had two choices of things to watch now the two of us fucking in the mirror over my bed if I faced straight ahead, or the television that was off to the left if I turned my head. But then I realized I could see both if I moved slightly, catching the reflection of the television in the mirror and the image of the two of us making love. There were four sexy women in the mirror, and I watched as Lisa realized, too. She seemed to find this intriguing, because she hesitated for a moment, and then she began to fuck me the way the girl in the movie was fucking her honey. She’d told me that she owned the video, too, and she proved she knew the choreography of the x rated actresses as she began to work me beat for beat like the dominant lover in the movie screwed her girlfriend.
“You even look like her,” Lisa said, indicating the redhead in the movie. I guess I did. I’d never realized that. I’d always been focused on watching the hot brunette.
Nothing so sexy had ever happened to me before. I was watching porn, one of my favorite pastimes, and being fucked, which trumped the first. Doing the two together was like the visceral description of having your cake and getting your pussy fucked at the same time.
I waited for my favorite part of the video, wondering if Lisa was going to do what the porn star in the flick did. She didn’t let me down. She slammed her cock into my hole, and then she pulled out, moved up the mattress, and gripped a handful of my long, curly hair.
“Suck me good,” she said as I worked to deep throat her toy. “Show me what you can do.” I licked and sucked the dildo with all the finesse I had. Then Lisa moved back into place, slipping the wet toy between my legs once more. I don’t think I’ve ever been taken as hard as she took me, and when she sensed I was reaching my second orgasm, she broke from the script, pulled out, and put her face back between my legs once more.
“I want to lick every drop of your come,” she said. “I don’t want to waste any,” and then her voice disappeared as she pressed her mouth to my pussy. I got down on my elbows with my hips high in the air as she split me apart like a ripe peach and ate me to another climax.
“Oh, God,” I moaned into the pillow as she dined on me. I couldn’t think of anything else to say. Lisa didn’t seem to mind my lack of coherent conversation. As soon as she’d tongue fucked me to my second orgasm, she undid the harness and thrust the toy toward me.
“Please,” she said. “Please fuck me with that dildo while it’s still glossy and glistening with your come.”
Her words made me shiver, and I buckled the harness into place, adjusting for my size. Lisa positioned herself on the bed. She lay on her back and brought her legs up high. I saw how she wanted me to fuck her, and I didn’t let her down. I spread open her nether lips with my fingers, and then I rested the bulbous head of the dildo right against her entrance. Lisa positioned her legs against my shoulders, so I had an ankle balanced on each one. She was so pretty like that. I didn’t act right away I watched her.
Lisa stared at me, her eyes pleading. I slipped the tip of the cock into her hole, and she whimpered. I knew what she wanted, but I was in a teasing mood. Ever so slowly, I let her feel the first inch of the toy. She tried to raise her hips off the bed to force the cock inside herself, but I backed away so she didn’t get any more than I would allow.
Slowly, she lowered her hips, understanding the game. I gave her the second inch, and she made a low, keening sound. I loved the way she looked: her eyes hot and desperate, her hair sticking to her face with sweat. She was hungry and needy, and I dragged a knuckle roughly down between her pussy lips and made her groan.
When I’d had enough of going slow, I began to rock in and out of her pussy. She sighed with relief and let me take her where she needed to go. I used my fingers to pull apart her pussy lips as my cock drove inside her. I pinched her clit and stroked my fingers all around that button. I made sure that she had constant contact the cock stroking her inner walls and my fingers playing and toying with her clit. I tugged gently on the silver hoop piercing, and she tossed her head back and closed her eyes.
I wondered what it had felt like when she’d gotten the piercing. Had getting it made her climax on the spot? I loved the thought of her in one of those chairs with her thighs spread while some hot piercer worked on her with gloved hands. These visions were taking me closer to another climax, especially with the base of the toy hitting my clit just right.
But this was Lisa’s turn.
I found the rhythm she seemed to like best, and I fucked her and tapped her clit until she told me she was going to come. Well, she didn’t actually say the words. She said, “Oh, baby. I’m going to . . . oh, Mel, it’s so good, oh, please, please don’t stop.”
Then she was coming, grinding and panting, and I rocked her all the way through her climax and then found my own. My hips beat against hers until the power of the pleasure finally subsided. I undid the harness and tossed it to a nearby chair, then cuddled naked with Lisa in the bed. The women on the screen had finished their show, too, and the picture went black.
Thank God I hadn’t remembered to clear my history. But now that Lisa’s in my world, I never plan to do so again!