Don't Ask - Don't Tell

From: "Adam"

Subject: Goodnight from Baghdad

To: "Shiran"

I’ve had a lot of time to think being six thousand miles away from you in this miserable place. There isn't one time I can remember questioning why I’m doing what I’m doing here in Iraq, and not one second I’m not wishing I was with you. That’s when I flip open my wallet to the faded and worn pictures of you. I look at them a lot which is why I’d like you to take some special ones for me. You know the kind I mean don’t you baby? I’ll write again tomorrow, I have to hit the rack. I love you Shiran. Adam

***

Shiran read the email from her husband a second time. I know exactly what kind of special pictures you’d like me to send, an’ there’s no way I can to do it.

Shiran studied her reflection in the mirror. She saw a short woman with big boobs, her mother’s prominent nose, and brown eyes. Nice legs and a cute butt were her best features. Her fair skin and red hair were a gift of her grandfather’s Gaelic ancestry. Two children took their toll, and her body bore the marks to prove it. There was little comfort in Adam’s gallant assertion that he had earned his scars taking life, while she had earned hers giving birth. It’s been a long time since I’ve looked or felt sexy.

A bemused Shiran fidgeted in her chair. I’ll have to write Adam and tell him no. I’m not a prude, and he knows it better than anyone, but this is crazy  isn’t it? Shiran couldn’t believe that she was even considering her husband’s request. I could borrow one of Alisha’s cameras. Maybe I should just go ahead an’ do it. But then again…. Conflicting emotions, embarrassment and excitement welled up within her. There was this strange sensation in her tummy, and her clitoris twitched with every beat of her heart.

In a moment of crystalline clarity, Shiran realized that this was a chance to squash the indecisiveness that had plagued her all her life. Why shouldn’t I do it, I want too? She was determined to take advantage of the opportunity rather than run away from it. I’m gonna do it! The decision made her feel alive and undeniably aroused. I can’t believe how horny I am. Shiran checked the time on her computer. Her daughters Ruth and Carmen wouldn’t be home from school until 4:00. That should give me more than enough time.

***

Shiran gingerly eased into the jasmine scented tub. The steamy water turned her skin a rosy pink. The time spent in her bath was her place away from the world, a time to soak and relax. It normally erased the tensions of the day  but not that afternoon. Shiran needed to make love and Adam was thousands of miles away making war. I want to be held and kissed. I want him to take his time, and caress and explore my body. I want to give - and to be taken.

Shiran’s breath sucked in sharply when she lightly pinched the strawberry tips of her breasts. Her areolas darkened at the onset of desire. A radiant flush graced her cheeks and the tops of her breasts. She clenched her teeth, and her hips thrust upwards as she parted her outer lips. Her body was gripped by a need that frightened her. Shiran pulled back her hood and stroked the pink clit hidden beneath it. A finger delved into the moist recesses of her cunt. The muscles of Shiran’s stomach undulated, and she shivered as if from a chill. The heart shaped cheeks of her ass clenched as she humped her insistent fingers. Shiran’s pussy began to violently contract with each thrust. She whimpered and moaned as her body convulsed and she came, fast and hard. The orgasmic storm raged on an on without let up.

Her climax, as incredible as it was, only increased Shiran’s hunger. All inhibitions abandoned, she eased a finger into her ass. One knuckle, two, and then she slid in a second finger into her pussy. Water splashed from the tub as she feverishly fucked herself. Shiran ceased to exist on any other plain than primordial woman. Sparks crackled along all her nerve endings. She was but moments away from another earth-shattering orgasm.

“Shiran! Shiran it’s me. Are you back here?” Alisha, her best friend called from the bedroom.

The redhead’s previously tensed body instantly sagged. I can’t believe it. Why? Why now God?

“Hey girl! Are you home? I let myself in.”

Shiran tried to control her voice. “I’m in the tub Alie.”

The door opened just enough for Alisha to ask with a coy smile, “Did I come at a bad time?”

***

In the past, Shiran would have felt guilty that she made her friend wait while she masturbated; instead she was proud of herself. I should get one of those mini-vibes Alisha always carries in her purse.

Adam served in the same unit as Alisha’s former wife Laura. It was Shiran, not Alisha’s family that had supported her friend through the disbelief and grief of her painful break up. They had been there for one another through life’s ups-and-downs, and although polar opposites in physical appearance, they were similar in so many ways. Both loved to read and treasured the afternoons they spent at bookstores. They loved chocolate, chick flicks, and Annie Lennox. There was a connection between them that they shared with no one else. It was not uncommon for them to finish one another’s sentences and communicate with a glance.

Shiran and her daughters, Ruth and Carmen had lived with her grandmother since Adam’s last deployment to Baghdad. Alisha was seated on the sofa in the living room when Shiran entered.

“Would you care for tea? I took the liberty of making some. I wanted to make up for barging in on you like I did.”

The memory caused Shiran’s cheeks to redden.I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I hope it never stops. “Thank you, I’d love some Alie.” Shiran took a sip of the aromatic brew. “Mmmm, this is delicious.”

“Where’s Miriam?”

“Grandma’s playing Mahjong with the ladies. She’ll be here shortly. She’s picking up the girls after they get home from school, an’ taking them to Chuck E Cheese.”

“I hope I can see them before I leave.”

“Can’t you stay?”

“No, I’m going to have to leave shortly. I have a working-dinner this evening with a new client. How do I look?”

Alisha was dressed in a knee length, ash-gray business suit, and black suede pumps. Her short Afro was all-blown-out, and her makeup immaculate. At five foot nine she was seven inches taller than the diminutive Shiran. She had the creamy, dark ebony skin of her parents, who had emigrated from Ghana. Alisha was all curves, with long, toned legs.

“You look gorgeous as usual.”

“Thank you, that makes two of us. In fact you’re glowing girl - and I love the way you’ve fixed your hair.”

Alisha placed her hand on her friend’s. “What’s gotten into you?”

Shiran blushed, her eyes unable to mask her turbulent emotions. I can’t believe how wet I am. “Nothing’s gotten into me. It’s just that…”

“Just what?”

“Well, Adam asked if I’d take some sexy pictures. At first I was gonna see if I could borrow one of your cameras, but then….” Shiran’s voice trailed off again.

“Go on.”

“I was wondering if you would take them.” Alisha was a superb photographer. Some of her fine art prints could be found at online magazines.

“Of course. I’d love too. I’ll use two stationary video cams as well as my hand held digital camera.”

“Video too?” Shiran shot Alisha a surprised look. “I hadn’t thought of that. What a great idea.”

“Leave it to me girl. We’re going to get some really sexy shots. When would you like to do this?”

“The kids are spending the weekend with Adam’s parents, an’ Grandma’s taking a bus to Tahoe with some of her friends from The Red Hat Society. We could do it here either Friday or Saturday night.”

“Friday would be perfect. I’m only working ’til noon. How does seven sound?”

“I’ll be ready.” I already am.

A moment later, the front door flew open, and Carmen burst into the room ahead of her older sister and great-grandmother. “Mommy, Grandma Miriam’s taking me ’n Ruth to Chucky E Cheese.”

“I know sweetheart.” Shiran kissed each of her daughters.

“Would you two like to come with us?” Miriam asked.

“Thank you Miriam, but I’m working tonight.” Alisha replied.

“No thanks Grandma, I’m gonna take a bath, an’ make myself a salad.”

“Another bath? I knew it. I caught you didn’t I?” Alisha teased, after the children and Miriam left. “I can read you like a dirty book girl.”

***

Alisha called Shiran first thing Friday morning from her office. “Hey girl, I hope you don’t have any plans for this afternoon.”

“Not really, I was gonna run a few errands, why?”

“I bought a gift certificate for you at the Allure Spa and Salon, and made an appointment. While you’re there you can shop for lingerie in their Erotique Boutique.”

“Oh Alie, you shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why not, you would have done the same thing for me.”

“You’re such a sweetie.”

“They’re expecting you at 1:30. I booked you for a facial, manicure, pedicure, full body massage, and a bikini trim.”

“A bikini trim?”

“You’re wearing sexy panties aren’t you?”

“What makes you think I’m even gonna wear any panties?” Shiran replied with an impish laugh.

“I see. Then it’s Adam that wears the panties in your house?”

Shiran heard the smile in her friend’s voice. “You’re bad.”

“I know.”

“But you’re still a sweetie.”

“I need to run. Have fun girl. I’ll see you tonight at 7:00.”

“Bye.”

After lunch, Shiran stopped at the bank, picked up some cloths at the dry cleaners, and arrived ten minutes early for her appointment. She spent three, bliss filled hours being spoiled, and pampered by the friendly and professional staff. Invigorated and relaxed, she stopped at the front desk, to pay for a gift basket of cherry blossom bath salts, shower gel, and body lotion for Alisha.

“Did you enjoy your visit to Allure Mrs. Vargas?” the receptionist asked.

“It was wonderful. Now I’m looking forward to doing a little more shopping.”

The Erotique Boutique carried an impressive selection of designer lingerie, including Chantelle, Guia la Bruna, and Rosa Chá. Three outfits immediately caught Shiran’s eye. She held up a white, silk Charmeuse Chemise and matching g-string. I wonder if Adam would like me as an innocent, virginal vixen. Shiran paused for a moment, and shook her head. No. Not Adam  loving slut is more his style. Subtlety is not the key to my man’s heart - or his cock.

A wet-heat built between Shiran’s thighs as she remembered their last weekend together: The way Adam’s cock grew with each beat of his is heart. The way it pulsed, and reached upwards. The way its color darkened to ruddy-red as it continued to stiffen. The way it jerked and danced like a marionette controlled by invisible strings when she blew cool air on his heated flesh. The way he grew inside her mouth, his cream white against the pink of her tongue.

Shiran studied her second choice. Now the red Bustier, with thigh-high nylons and no panties are more Adam’s style. I know he’d like to see pictures of me in this. Her temperature rose ten degrees when she imagined her husband’s response: his beautiful cock, thick and heavily veined, hard and curved towards his belly. Shiran longed to flick her tongue catlike across its base, to lick Adam’s balls with broad, slow swipes, and swirl her tongue up and down his length. I want to hear him call my name. I want to take him in my mouth, swallow every inch, and bury my nose in his pubic hair. I need Adam! I need to be held, to be loved, to be fucked.

It was difficult for Shiran to ignore the aching itch of her clit. I miss him so damn much! She held her third choice, a Devon Claire corset to her breasts. Yes  yes. This is the one. It’s perfect. It’s me and I know Adam will love it. She checked her watch. I’d better try this on and get moving if I’m going to be ready by 7:00.

***

Shiran preened in front of her full length mirror. She wore the teal corset she had purchased for her photo shoot. It cinched at her waist, dramatically emphasized her hips, and forced her bust up and out. A thin layer of Irish lace covered her breasts, through which her nipples and areolas peeked. An indecently brief thong barely concealed her luxuriant, dark ruby-red thatch. Metallic gold, peep-toe pumps with four inch heels flattered her nude legs. Only a sprinkling of honey-colored freckles adorned her body. She wore no other clothing: no make-up, nail polish, jewelry or perfume. I want it to be just me. The way Adam likes. Fresh from my bath.

It’s almost show time. The thought caused Shiran’s nipples to stiffen. She rolled them between her fingers, and the immediate response of her clitoris triggered even naughtier ideas. Shiran ran a fingertip over the silky material covering her damp forest of carmine curls, and pushed the fabric aside. Her fingertips found her swollen, pink clit and she shivered with pleasure. I’ve become such a little tramp. But then, practice makes perfect. Lust glazed eyes watched the wanton houri in the mirror. I’d better stop; Alie could be here at any moment. I need to save this for the camera.

With a supreme effort Shiran removed her hand from her panties, and not a moment too soon. A heartbeat later, Alisha appeared in the doorway. “Well?” Shiran asked. “What do you think?

Alisha stood in the threshold of the door for the longest time  when at last she spoke, it was a single word. “Wow!”

“That’s the nicest compliment I’ve ever received. And thank you for doing this for me.”

“I was flattered that you asked, and that you were comfortable sharing something this intimate with me.”

“Don’t be silly, there’s no one else I’d even think of asking. But, to be honest Alie I’m not comfortable.”

“You’re not?”

“No.” Shiran tried to appear serious but her eyes gave her away, “I think it’s exciting.”

“Well I do too. You look beautiful, and I’ve been looking forward to this all day. So, let’s get started. Am I setting up in here?”

“I think I’d rather use my Grandma’s room.”

“Okay, and don’t forget to turn off the phone. We don’t want to be disturbed.”

Shiran watched Alisha’s come-hither hips as she walked down the hall to the master bedroom. “Oh this is just gorgeous,” Alisha exclaimed when she opened the door. “It’s perfect.”

A rich mahogany queen sleigh bed dominated the room. Two dark-oak tea carts served as bedside tables. The walls were a medium toffee color with a similar but lighter shade silk duvet cover on the bed. Bronze lamps, and decorative pillows in muted-gold and black created both a feeling of elegance and warmth. A Queen Ann dresser and mounted mirror graced the opposite wall. On each side, an elaborately beaded amber sconce enhanced framed paintings of water nymphs.

On the west wall hung a floral tapestry above a cream striped loveseat, walnut side table and floor lamp. In the recess along the east wall, Miriam had placed a tall secretary desk with glass doors. It held leather bound books and gold-framed photographs of her family.

Alisha smiled when Shiran opened the beautiful, hand carved Armoire and revealed a thirty six inch television and entertainment center. “Very impressive, where are the speakers?” Alisha asked, as she looked around the room. “We’ll need music, to set a mood.”

“Behind the tapestry.” Shiran feigned disbelief at her friend‘s question. “Where else?”

“Cool.”

“Very.”

Shiran programmed the CD player as she watched her friend set up her equipment through the mirror above the dresser. Alisha was dressed in a strapless, multicolored madras dress which exposed her well-formed shoulders, and upper back. She wore strappy gold sandals on her tiny feet, and her toes were perfectly manicured with dusty-rose nail polish.

A torrid, electro Tango throbbed throughout the room. Shiran’s hips swayed in time to the hypnotic pulse as Alisha aligned lights and reflectors on each side of the bed.
Her heart drummed against her ribs. This is for you Adam, and I promise dear, I’m going to make it really special for you.”

Alisha was stunning, with her dark-toffee skin, cute nose, thick lips, pronounced cheekbones and large tigress eyes. I don’t know why I’ve never seen Alie in this way before.

Alisha sensed Shiran’s eyes upon her and looked up. “What?”

“Nothing, I was just looking at you.”

“This won’t take long.” Alisha went back to work. “I‘m almost done.”

“Take your time.” Shiran continued to study her friend.

The song segued into a Gypsy, acoustic interlude. The violins and guitars ebbed and flowed like the breathing of lovers. Shiran’s ass drew voluptuous figure-eights. Alisha took in her every move, and the perfect symmetry of each of her cheeks.

“Ok, that’s everything.” Alisha was satisfied with the placement of the tripods for her two high-definition camcorders. “Are you ready girl?”

Shiran stopped and gave her friend a sultry look. Alisha could easily read the answer in her eyes. No response was necessary.

“I want you to keep moving to the music girl.” Alisha liked the way the corset sculpted Shiran’s breasts. It pushed them up and enhanced her cleavage. Shiran’s reddish- pink nipples were visible through the patterned open holes of the lace. Alisha’s response was a mixed one, she was well aware of the dangers inherent in being attracted to her
straight married friend. Alisha took a number of shots. Shiran struck a quick, sexy pose. “I liked that; now turn to the side girl.”

The titillating music took possession of Shiran. The incessant pulse of the congas and timbales caused a shivery cascade of tingles down her spine. She raised her hands to her breasts, and lightly teased her nipples with the tips of her fingers.

“Push out that pretty butt of yours.”

Shiran posed provocatively. She bent slightly at the knees, and proudly poked out her bubble butt. “How’s this?” Do you like this babe? Do you Adam?

“J-Lo doesn’t have anything on you.” Alisha continued to struggle with her mounting desire. “You have a bootilicious ass girl.”

Shiran’s blood was stirred by the passionate rhythms of Carnival, thoughts of her husband, and the presence of her friend. She bumped and shimmied to the mix of Latin claves and tribal harmonies. Perspiration bathed her skin. Alisha drank in every detail. The room was awash with sensual tension. Shiran reveled in her newly discovered sexual emancipation.

“Would you like me to take off my thong?” Shiran asked, in a voice that dripped with innuendo. I’m just getting started Adam.

Alisha looked up from the eye piece of her camera. “Of course, that’s why we’re here girl. I want you to make love to my camera.” She flushed at the unintended, but accurate double entendre.

Shiran hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her thong. She looked directly at Alisha and inch - by sensual inch - worked the shear lace over her curvaceous hips. She held an exaggerated burlesque-queen pose for a frozen moment, this is for you too Alie  then slowly slid her panties down her shapely legs and into a puddle at her feet.

Even at a distance Alisha could smell the heady musk of Shiran’s arousal. She filled her lungs. “Now touch yourself, don’t hold back.” Alisha exclaimed as she moved in for a close up.

Shiran trailed her hands back up her legs, and into the carefully trimmed, tangle of scarlet curls between her thighs. Her fingertip grazed the hood of her clitoris. Alisha’s lust clouded eyes mirrored her own. You want the same thing I do, don’t you Allie? She was equally aroused by her thoughts of her husband and newly awakened feeling for her friend. A thin rivulet of her nectar ran down Shiran’s inner thigh. Her moan of pleasure was eclipsed by the scream of a sax, and flaying drums when the song reached its crescendo.

Alisha’s clit pulsed in sympathy. “Beautiful. Now take off your corset, but leave your heels on.”

With a single motion, Shiran pushed down on the hidden front zipper and saucily tossed her corset onto the bed. Her breasts were incredible: proud and full, tipped with silver dollar sized areolas and taunt nipples. They shook and bounced as Shiran let the music have its way with her. A bead of perspiration formed above her right nipple and Alisha yearned to catch it on her tongue, and taste it.

Shiran’s brazenness awed Alisha. “Look into the camera, girl. Imagine you’re being watched by your lover.”

Maybe I am. You can never tell what could happen. Shiran cupped one of her breasts and fed the nipple to her lips, thrilled by the idea. Would you like to see Alisha and I together Adam?

Alisha felt an adrenal rush, and a low moan escaped her. “That’s it girl. Show me. Show me how you feel.” Her roiling clit was ablaze.

Shiran caressed her skin to the infectious blend of Afro-Cuban percussive styles that permeated the room. Her hands and fingers traveled her mountains and valleys, and every crevice and hollow of her body. Shiran leaned back against the bed and opened her legs. Alisha zoomed in on her friend’s moist, floral-pink center. The darker fuchsia lips feathered open. Her starred, rose-colored anus gleamed from her dewy nectar.

Alisha was caught up in an emotional whirlwind. She wanted Shiran spread before her, the thought more delicious than any she had ever imagined. Alisha burned with the need to taste her cunt. “You look so good girl.”

The air vibrated with their mutual desire. Shiran knelt on the edge of bed, and wiggled her hips for the Alisha. Her fiery pink pussy flowered in invitation. She balanced herself on one arm and reached between her thighs. Slowly  deliberately, Shiran repeatedly eased her fingers into her depths- and then withdrew. She explored different rhythms and tempos, and cried out with every stroke. Shiran thrashed her head rhythmically from side to side. Her arousal was at a fever pitch, her elixir flowing freely. She rubbed her engorged clit with the heel of her palm and slid two fingers inside of her sex. She thrust her fingers in and out, in time with a thick, percussion-rich beat.

The liquid sounds of Shiran’s sweet-fuck were a voyeuristic delight. A sharp stab of desire shot through Alisha’s pussy in response. The erotic tableau sent her into a frenzy of want.

Shiran’s eyes were smoky and unfocused. “I’m gonna come Alie! It’s too good. Too good!” She felt the walls deep in her cunt contract violently. A molten heat burned within her fiery core and radiated throughout her body. A climax of volcanic proportions burst within her. The earth shattered. Pure, undiluted liquid-ecstasy racked her body. Orgasmic rapture consumed Shiran, so exquisitely intense it bordered on pain. She screamed as a final spasm of animal pleasure attacked her already over amped nervous system.

A disheveled halo of crimson hair framed Shiran’s face. She wore a beatific mask of desire. Alisha placed her camera on the dresser while Shiran regained her composure. She moved closer to the bed. Alisha’s summer-storm eyes roamed up and down Shiran’s body. She took in, the steady rise and fall of Shiran’s bountiful breasts; the pulse in her eyelids and the deeper pulse within the honeyed corolla of her pussy.

Shiran loved how Alisha’s hungry eyes consumed her. “Well, how did I do Alie?” Her voice carried a mixture of mirth and pride.

“Let’s just say I expected Vanity Fair or Playboy, not triple seX-rated girl.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” Shiran’s increased arousal was palatable.

“It was amazing.” Alisha’s voice came out as a quiet murmur, but expressed a great deal more. “Shiran, I think it’s best that I leave.”

Shiran gripped Alisha’s wrist. “Don’t go. I know what you’re thinking. And I know what you’re feeling. And I feel the same as you.”

“Girl I don’t want to risk our friendship. I don't want to hurt you, or be hurt.”

“Neither do I. Listen to your heart Alie. We both want this - don’t we?”

Alisha knew she had reached the point of no return.

“Just say yes.”

Alisha’s checked Shiran’s eyes to see if there was even the slightest doubt. Her answer was a smile and to remove her dress and drape it over the dresser. She loosened her bra and it to fell to the carpet. It was quickly followed by her embroidered, boy-shorts panties. Her sable-black body was so unbelievable, that the room disappeared for Shiran.

“Turn around. No, slowly. Slower. Let me drink you in.” Shiran sucked in a gasp. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined. I can’t believe I’ve been so blind.”

Alisha’s ripe, firm breasts were the color of dark oak, with coco areolas and thick nipples. She had a narrow waist, and voluptuous hips and an African blessed ass. Alisha’s impossibly long legs and sleek thighs framed her mons. Her shaved pussy, with its dark chocolate lips was bisected by a slash of tropical pink.

Shiran rose from the bed and crossed the room to select a new CD. A contemporary electro-symphony spilled out of the speakers. A muted trumpet stretched beyond forever and doubled back, echoed by the violins. The exotic musical textures created a mesmeric, voodoo spell.

“Mmmm, I can get into this,” Alisha responded as if the first movement had taken possession of her soul. “It’s exactly how I feel  love-me-fuck-me-music.”

Shiran trickled a finger down Alisha’s belly. “Wanna dance?”

“No.” Alisha’s voice was husky with passion and Shiran knew hers would be the same when she spoke.

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did….”

Shiran cut Alisha off mid sentence. Their mouths collided, all fervent lips and ardent tongues. Shiran was the virtuoso artist and Alisha her instrument. She gripped the cheeks of Alisha’s luscious ass and rhythmically popped her pussy against her lover’s. Alisha groaned into her mouth as Shiran beat a primitive cadence: Pop! Pop! Cunt to cunt. Clit to clit  Pop!

Shiran released her grip and placed her hands on either side of Alisha’s face and broke their fierce kiss. “Wait! I want you to film us.”

“Can’t I come first?” Alisha’s breathing was rapid and ragged, her plea an almost inaudible moan. “I’m almost there.”

“I wanna be able to watch us later. Are the cameras ready? I’ll make it up to you.” Shiran promised.

Alisha hurried to change memory cards in her camcorders. “And don’t you forget girl.” Her lashes failed to veil the smile in her eyes. “You owe me.”

When Alisha looked up from the second video cam, Shiran was curled like a cat at the foot of the bed. Her eyes shone with a scintillating light. “Your mouth is so kissable.”

“What about the rest of me?” Alisha moistened her passion-bruised lips with the tip of her tongue.

“Come here and I’ll show you.” Shiran’s voice was half growl and half purr.

A soulful symphony of ambient sounds, dripping water and pizzicato strings filled the room. An other-worldly thrash guitar dueled with an industrial beat as if from a great distance. Alisha approached the bed with the fluid grace of a belly-dancer. Her hips and high-round ass rolled with every step. Shiran arms opened and Alisha melted against her.

“You feel nice.” They both murmured at the same time.

Shiran tenderly cupped Alisha’s chin in her hand. “It’s as if we were lovers in a previous life.”

Alisha’s closed her eyes at the first touch of Shiran’s lips, and she reached up to run her fingers through her deep red curls. Their tongues intertwined. Their hearts raced. Alisha was bewitched by Shiran’s impassioned kisses, and returned them with equal fervency. Chills raced down her spine when Shiran found her neck and followed its elegant arc. She kissed the top of Alisha’s breasts. Her tongue christened her butternut nipples. Loving hands traced the patterns of her heavenly curves; the sinuous swell of her tummy, the flare of her hips, and rounded thighs.

Shiran’s fingers explored the moist cleft of Alisha’s mons. Alisha gripped her wrist and made a soft, throaty sound. “Make me come. I need to come. You…”

“Promised.” Shiran completed her sentence, just as they both had done so many times before.

Alisha tilted her hips and drew her knees up to her shoulders. Shiran slid a finger into to her pussy. Alisha felt like a sun-ripened fruit- warm, pulpy, and juicy. Shiran’s finger fluttered in and out. Her thumb caressed Alisha’s clit with arrhythmic movements, accompanied by staccato stabs into her sex. Alisha’s cunt reddened to a ripe blush. It opened hungrily, closed around Shiran’s finger, and feasted like a carnivorous flower.

“Oh please,” Alisha mewled. “Please.”

“Please what? Do you want me to stop Alie?”

“Don’t you dare.” A deep guttural noise rose from Alisha’s throat. “Don’t you fucking dare!”

The wild and feral music in the background snarled and roared: aural-porn, the ideal match for the two lovers. Shiran sank a second finger in past the knuckles, making wet sucking-sounds as she probed. Alisha quivered in response. When she gasped in blissful anguish Shiran could feel the rapid contractions in her lover’s cunt.

Alisha’s cries began between her legs, and burst from her throat. “Oh God Shiran, I’m going to come.” She spread her legs wide, and pointed her curled toes at the ceiling. Her pussy clenched and relaxed. Clenched, relaxed and clenched and held. She came in a savage rush. Electrical shocks gripped her, followed by protracted shockwaves that racked both her mind and body. Given a choice Alisha would have chosen to remain in that moment for all of eternity, but sadly … eternity ended far too soon.

An involuntary whistle escaped Shiran’s pursed lips. “Wow! That was hot. Fast, and intense.”

“Wow indeed,” Alisha agreed, and stole a glance at Shiran through heavy lidded eyes. “I’ve never came so hard before. This has been a night of firsts.”

Shiran’s fingers glanced over the soft undersides of her breasts. “Do you have any other firsts in mind?”

Alisha’s voice thickened with desire. “Yeah. I want to taste and fuck you.”

Shiran parted the silky, cinnamon thatch that decorated her mons. Her hips arched upwards, and she spread her thighs wide. “I’d like that.”

Alisha knelt between Shiran’s legs, and touched her tongue to the hyper-sensitive flesh between her cunt and anus. Shiran felt an immediate surge of erotic currant spread throughout her. The intimacy of Alisha’s caress brought out something inexplicable in Shiran: a loving, tender raunchiness.

“How can you be so sweet, an’ so nasty?”

Alisha hardened her tongue like a tiny cock, and gently probed Shiran’s pussy. Every wet caress brought Shiran closer to the edge- to the brink of sensual madness. Alisha licked her finger to wet it, and slid into Shiran’s ass. “And you’re not?”

“Yesssss, yes I am,” Shiran hissed, as her lover began to gently sugar-fuck her asshole, and polish her clit with warm, liquefied swirls of her tongue.

The prolonged attention of Alisha’s tongue-tip flickers, caused flames of white-hot pleasure to burn wildly out of control within Shiran. Her head whipped from side to side. Tears of pleasure filled her eyes, as Alisha sent her into sensory overdrive. She squealed when Alisha nipped her clit, then soothed it with a lick, then nipped it again. A pattern of nip - kiss - nibble-bite lick, took Shiran higher and higher  to a place where all-consuming lust ruled supreme.

“Oh my God.” Shiran’s eyes were wild and slattern. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Shiran’s body quaked and surrendered to ecstasy. All of her blood flowed to her sex. Her cunt darkened, and creamy droplets of salty-honey pooled between her legs. An ecstatic cry in celebration of the flesh escaped Shiran as a climax claimed her. She keened with joy, a willing captive of her newly awakened desires. A series of rapid-fire contractions unlike any she had ever experienced escalated and overlapped. It was impossible for her to tell where one stopped and the next began.

“More Alie. More! More!” Shiran chanted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You can have anything you want girl.”

Alisha pierced Shiran’s pussy with two long, slender fingers. She fucked her to the rhythm of a drummer’s phat, trip-hoppin’, down-and-dirty groove. Every thrust of Alisha’s merciless fingers sought that magical place within. Every delectably, lewd penetration inflamed Shiran to a greater degree.

“You’re so good,” Shiran gasped, scarcely able to breathe.

Shiran gave herself over to the carnal rut. She humped Alisha’s hand as her inner muscles clamped down on Shiran’s fingers. She was drenched with intent; her body covered with a fine sheen of perspiration, her brow beaded with sweat.

“Alie!”

“I know girl.”

Shiran’s hips jerked upwards, her stomach knotted and her pussy spasmed once again in sync with the throbs of her clit. Her final violent release gushed from deep within. It hurdled outward with a fierce, inaudible shriek as her body went into an ecstasy induced frenzy.

Slowly - slowly - ever so slowly, the tension left her body. Eyes closed, Shiran swam in a sea of tranquil bliss.

An eternity later, Shiran lifted her head and brushed the back of her fingers over Alisha’s cheek. “That was wonderful, no - you’re wonderful. She wrapped her arms around her friend and hugged her close. “It’s strange. I’ve had, you know … fantasies like most women I guess, but until tonight, I never realized that I’m bisexual.”

“Neither did I.” A smile tugged at the corner of Alisha’s lips. “And you are strange.”

“I can’t imagine how I’ve wandered through life in such a state of denial. An’ now, now everything’s changed.”

Alisha’s breath was spicy sweet against Shiran’s neck. “I hope for the better.”

“Of course, you little brat. I feel glorious. Empowered. It’s as if a part of me was missing, and now I’m complete.”

“Have you given any thought to what you’re going to tell Adam?”

“The truth of course.”

“Will he be upset?“

“I really doubt it, because the thought of me with another woman has always been his number one fantasy.”

“Well then, you certainly have some extra special pictures, and a video you can send him girl.”

Shiran pressed Alisha’s finger to her lips and kissed the tip. “No, I’m going to wait. I think it’s best I tell him after he gets back home, and that way we can watch them together.”

A smile danced in Alisha’s eyes. “And until then?”

“As the wife of soldier, I believe I should adhere to U.S. military policy.”

Alie gave Shiran a mock salute. “Yes Ma’am. And that is?”

“Don’t ask  don’t tell.”

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Justine D'Silva explores the unlimited potential of feminine sexuality and carnal pleasure through her sensual and sex-charged erotica. For more, visit her blog Soul-Kissed, or check her out on My Space.