Jill & Stephanie - Sex Stories

Jill & Stephanie

... think about being with another woman -- in that way?" And there it is. The elephant in the room. Unveiled. Stomping around and trumpeting. Refusing to be ignored any longer. Hell yes, I think about it! It's pretty much all I've thought about since I'd spotted her by the stationary store. That, and about her clearing the table dramatically like in an old swashbuckler film. About her having her way with me. Me having mine with her. Right then. Right there. In front of everyone. The crowd cheering us on and shouting out suggestions. About us shamelessly performing them. *blink* *blink* I'm sticking with innocence. "Maybe." I can feel my cheeks flush. My ears burn. My words may not have been entirely truthful, but the blushing is not an act. The gazelle might have stumbled, but she's back on her feet again. I was not going down this easily. "Do you think you might be open to a little -- experimentation with me?" Steph asks. I melt like ice shavings on a Las Vegas sidewalk at noon. "Maybe." I hear my voice waver. I'm certain she does, too. Her eyes sparkle and she smiles. I may as well have said 'Yes please. Right now please. Will right here on the table be good for you?' I summon the last remaining self control I can muster. "I'm no slut. I don't 'do stuff' on the first time out." I insist. Complete bullshit. I will do almost anything she asks. "I see." Steph says. "I have something in mind. It's a very easy game. There are only a few rules. First. You don't have to do ...

... anything you don't want to do. Second. Any word you speak will end the game. I promise." Steph squeezes my hand to emphasise her promise. "Because it's my game, I get to speak freely. Once you stop the game, we can't start it up again the same day. Sound fair?" "I ... I guess that's fair. And all I have to do is say 'stop' and you'll stop?" "Any word at all. Even if it's 'yes'." Steph pauses to let that sink in. "Be very careful, Jill. If I ask you questions, nod or shake your head for yes and no." She studies my face with her deadly kryptonite eyes. I nod. I'm not sure if we've started yet, but I'm not willing to take the chance. "Very well, then." She stands. "Walk with me." I follow a few steps behind her like a puppy, to the escalator. On the ride up, her bottom is at my eye level. She crosses her ankles and arches her back a little, presenting herself to me. Wow she looks good. I see her glance over her shoulder at me. She knows where my eyes are. I catch her scent. She smells so pretty. Lilacs. I want to lose myself in her. Maybe she is taking me to the mattress store? 'Too hard', 'too soft', 'just right'. Holy cats yes, just right! Wrapped around each other like two strands of spaghetti on a boiling posturepedic. Dancing. Changing positions. Eager to try everything. And anything. We could decide on favorites later. *blink* *blink* We walk past a few displays. I don't know where she's taking me. I dare not ask and stop the game. She'll pause behind me, hold my shoulder press ...