"Oh my god, you feel so good," Jocelyn breathed out. "I can't believe you feel so good." She lay more or less on her side, naked and partly reclining on the bed and partly with her back against his chest and her ass up against him over his groin. It allowed her to reach between her legs and direct the head of his cock in teasing strokes against her increasingly wet pussy. Alex gyrated cooperatively, pushing against her and then pulling away the bare few inches necessary to give Jocelyn what she wanted...
...mostly. She had softly but earnestly pulled, twice now, to get him inside her more than a half inch. He resisted just enough to frustrate her while still being close enough to real penetration to drive her wild. Alex had his left arm underneath her left shoulder, with his right snaked around her side to fondle her breasts, to offer her a finger to suck on as her pleasure heightened, and occasionally to tease at her clit while she tried to move things to the next stage.
The kisses he calmly trailed across her shoulders and neck only heightened her excitement. In fact, everything he did seemed electrifying. She was panting. He was aroused but seemed completely in control.
"Don't pull away anymore," Jocelyn pleaded. "Give it to me."
"I just want to make sure you're comfortable," Alex explained. His lips were against the side of her ear, making her breathe even harder. "You said this might be a lot for you. I'm really flattered, but I don't want to be like one of those guys who rushes things."
She was grinding against him now, but he still held firm. All she could do was run the head over and between her labia. "How many guys do you think I've been with?" she asked with a bit of an indignant pout.
"I wouldn't guess a very high number. Not as many as there've been guys who were hoping they could get with you."
She felt nearly out of her mind with arousal, but she could still appreciate a little humor. Jocelyn made a feigned gasp. "Are you saying I'm a tease?"
"No," Alex whispered against her neck, "but you said you like to be in control." His free hand, the one able to roam over her, slid over the hand that gripped his shaft. "Although, if you're willing to trust me and let go a bit tonight...you might like it." He guided her hand away from his flesh, moving it over her head while his hips pushed his cock up and into her. He didn't need her to help guide him in.
Jocelyn's mouth opened involuntarily, widening at the pleasure of his intruding flesh. He was slow and gentle but very controlled, pulling out a bit now and again to give her a long, wonderful chance to accommodate him. Lost in a haze of lusty excitement, Jocelyn didn't really consciously register the fact that his whole body was rising up against her back while he pivoted on his hips, knees and left elbow to put her face down on the bed.
All that she could think of in those first few moments was the delicious fullness he granted her. Jocelyn made no complaint as he smoothly pulled up her and back to bring her to her hands and knees underneath him. He was fully sheathed within her and once again trailed soft kisses against the back of her neck.
Jocelyn tensed and arched her back with delight as he pulled most of the way out, slowly and sensuously, and then gradually thrust back into her again. "Just let go," came the seductive, animalistic suggestion at her ear. "I wouldn't want you to have to make everything happen here."
************
"He's in bed with someone else, isn't he? Like right now?"
Lorelei had hardly closed the door to the upstairs bathroom behind them. As she twisted the knob to lock it, she said, "Yes."
Taylor looked at her in shock. "How can you be okay with that?"
"I encourage him," Lorelei shrugged.
"But that's--!"
"Taylor," Lorelei broke in, "be calm. You are safe here. Speak truth to me, and believe that I will speak only truth to you." She watched Taylor closely, noting that there was only a brief flutter of the young woman's eyes under the power of Lorelei's suggestion. Satisfied, she spoke again. "You weren't bothered to find him with Audrey that night, were you?"
"I was — I, um..." Taylor stammered, not sure what to say. She rested her butt against the countertop around the bathroom sink while Lorelei stood straight and poised just to her left, between Taylor and the door. "Not... I was a little bothered by it, but I wasn't mad at him. I just thought she didn't deserve him. She's a real bitch, and he's always been a really nice guy. Right up until he started jumping every woman with a pulse, anyway."
"Why weren't you mad at him for that with Audrey, then?"
"It's not like he was my boyfriend."
"Nor is he now. So why be angry with him? He is betraying no one."
"Why aren't you angry with him?"
"This will sound strange, I know," Lorelei explained, "but I am not angry with him because I want this for him. The thing he has longed for most in his life is love, and he has that with me. I have no fears for our relationship. Therefore, I want him to have what makes him happy, and I know that in addition to his longing for love, his sexual appetites are exceptional."
"Really, it's a testament to his character that he isn't a lying, cheating, philandering pig given how strong his sex drive is," the older woman smirked. "But that is just it. I know very well that if I asked him to sleep only with me, forsaking all others for as long as we are together, he would. Had he fallen for someone else before me, he would be just as loyal to her. All the willing women in the world would be as ashes in his mouth if he couldn't also feel good about himself."
"I wouldn't ask monogamy of him, though, even if I desired it...which I do not," Lorelei added. "I've had to work very hard to get him to simply enjoy himself. But, regardless, things are already too complicated for that. It would break his heart, because he would have to let down certain others."
Taylor looked on skeptically. "He's already got another girlfriend?"
"No. But there are those very close to his heart. There is already at least one other with whom he will inevitably grow much closer, likely as lovers." Seeing Taylor frown quizzically, Lorelei said, "You remember the blonde? In the parking garage?"
"A little," Taylor shrugged. Her frown grew deeper. "More, now that you mention it. Didn't she help us?"
Lorelei nodded. "She looks out for Alex. There is a deep connection there. I have to leave it to him to explain more to you."
After a moment, Taylor ventured, "Who else?"
"You."
Taylor shook her head. "I'm not looking for a new boyfriend," she said firmly. "Certainly not right now. And not to share."
"Understandable. But you came here tonight looking for Alex. Knowing he was involved with another. While also knowing that he cares for you deeply. You know that he desires you, and you have seen that he would lay down his life to keep you from harm, and that he will keep silent at your request. And you have already shared a brief intimacy that has surely filled your thoughts and dreams since, and that you yearn to share again."
Lorelei shifted to stand directly in front of the younger woman. Taylor knew intellectually that this should feel much more uncomfortable or even intimidating, but strangely, it wasn't. Her discomfort was mild and easy enough to overcome.
"He loves me, Taylor. He will never leave me, nor I him. I want you to have no illusions about that. Yet at the same time, there is a place in his heart for you that will always exist, entirely independent of myself or any other relationship in his life. You are safe with him, Taylor. And therefore you are safe with me. I want you to understand that."
The frown remained, but she nodded. "I don't feel threatened," Taylor said. "Just a little confused and... and I don't know what else."
"Of course you're confused. You live in a society that lauds monogamous love. There's nothing wrong with that. It works beautifully for many, and is in truth ideal for many. I am not that sort, though. I enjoy knowing that my Alex might find a different sort of happiness in the arms of another, yet will not lose interest in me. I enjoy giving him that freedom. Put to rest your concerns about how I feel in this."
Taylor shrugged. "I guess I can do that."
"Then it comes to you, Taylor. You came here looking for Alex tonight."
"Yeah. I did."
"Why?"
"Because it wasn't until all this shit with him at the mall and then my boyf—my ex-boyfriend," she corrected, "that I realized what a good friend he really is. Gabriel -- my ex -- he's not the first guy to really treat me like shit. He was really good at first, but then we got to UW and he had girls throwing themselves at him and he turned into a total shit. I was just about to break up with him anyway when Alex turned up, but... I mean, I wasn't looking for a rebound. I can't even explain why I hooked up with Alex like that. God, that was so crazy."
"I can explain it," Lorelei put in with a quiet, sly smile. "But tell me," she said, more seriously, "do you regret it?"
"No," Taylor said after a moment. She fidgeted a bit. "I don't. I've been really glad about it, actually. I just... I felt really safe with Alex all of a sudden. Like emotionally, not just because of those guys that night. I felt that way before they showed up. Even when I saw him shopping there, I had this instant reaction like, 'Hey, that's my friend who's always so nice to me. I've missed him.' But then there was my boss all over him, and that pissed me off, and once I had chased 'her' off just being alone with Alex felt so good. Even before I had really decided to have sex with him. Which was wonderful, but I would imagine you'd know that, right? So I guess I realized that I was really safe with Alex, but now here he is getting into who knows how many women's pants. Just like Gabe!"
Lorelei cocked her head thoughtfully and said, "Consider this: if the attentions of other women have changed Gabriel, do they seem to have changed Alex?"
She thought about it. "Not really, no."
"They have," Lorelei admitted, "in that he is much more confident now. He's no longer as vulnerable, because he isn't as lonely as he once was. But where your ex-boyfriend apparently fell to his own ego, Alex is desperate to keep himself grounded. He's terrified of harming or betraying anyone. As I said, my greatest challenge with him has been in getting him to let go of his inhibitions and overwrought concerns for the feelings of others and just have a good time. I think you'll find that Alex won't let his success corrupt him."
Taylor's arms went around her own sides, then back down into her lap. "I guess I can see that."
"And so here you are." Lorelei stepped a little closer, taking Taylor's hand as if they were close friends. "Taylor, I think you know how much Alex cares for you. He would die before hurting you, and that would include any restriction on your personal freedom. He will always make room for you. I promise you that. While you may not be looking for a new boyfriend, I think you long to renew and explore the intimacy you found on Wednesday night. It would make him very, very happy as well."
"You're saying he'd be a good friend with benefits?" Taylor asked. The faintest hints of a self-deprecating and yet hopeful smile played at the corners of her lips.
"Perhaps much more than that," Lorelei smiled, "but that will be for the two of you to decide. What matters is that he will always make a safe place for you in his heart and in his arms."
"It just seems crazy that you're okay with that." She looked up into Lorelei's eyes.
Lorelei's smile turned a bit, at once dark and inviting. "I would very much like to help you both," she offered.
Taylor's eyes widened. That was not what she meant. "Woah," she said, "I'm not into—"
"Taylor," Lorelei broke in. Her tone had become even more soothing, but in a way that was hardly soothing at all. "I am something of an expert in body language. You seem to be dealing with a bit of restlessness here. Rather, not an unpleasant restlessness."
The younger girl's eyes remained wide, like a deer in headlights. Lorelei came ever closer. "You are entirely safe with Alex," murmured the gorgeous, sexy, experienced woman. Her hands slid up Taylor's arms. "And you are entirely safe with me. What is said and done here will only leave this room if you wish it."
Shuddering with every breath, Taylor found herself at a complete loss for words. It wasn't conscious thought but instinct that held her in place. She wasn't entirely sure what was going to happen, nor if she really wanted it, but at the same time she didn't want to stop it.
Lorelei paused, feeling the girl shake like a leaf. Apart from having influenced Taylor's conversational calm and feelings of safety and honesty, she used no supernatural influence here. Lorelei had advantages of beauty that few mortals could match, of course, but the moment came almost entirely out of her own sensitivity to desire and her vast experience.
"If you wish me to stop," Lorelei reassured her, "I will stop."
Her kiss was soft on Taylor's lips. She pressed gently, feeling only the slightest, reflexive return from the nervous girl at first. Lorelei's kiss slid across Taylor's mostly closed mouth patiently and invitingly until she felt those lips begin to tentatively part. Then she moved in a bit closer, bringing legs and breasts against each another as she brought Taylor into an embrace, but her mouth remained only as aggressive as Taylor was willing.
Taylor's willingness grew each moment their kiss lasted. She was timid at first, but her head began to swim and she felt herself getting very warm. Taylor had never kissed another girl. She hadn't ever really even considered it outside of musing to herself that it wouldn't be so bad whenever the issue came up in a film and such. Certainly, Taylor had been to parties where guys had encouraged it, but she wasn't one for putting on a show for a crowd of guys just looking to get their jollies.
This, however, was entirely different. Taylor felt something entirely new within herself as she melted into the arms of Alex's strange, endlessly confident lover. Taylor's arms slipped around Lorelei as she moved from shy recipient to hungry participant in their long kiss. She let go of her fears and instead found herself holding Lorelei around the waist, then by the shoulders, then even with her hands roaming over Lorelei's perfectly rounded ass.
Her own body became more toned and healthy under Lorelei's attentions, too. As she was a naturally very lovely young woman, the changes were naturally slight. Taylor didn't feel a thing. Tiny blemishes in her skin faded away. The last of her scrapes and bruises from her tumbles on Wednesday disappeared. Her stomach tightened only by a small amount, but what was already quite attractive became downright unfair.
From another room, very nearby, Lorelei had felt her master's pleasure over the last twenty minutes and more as he threw himself into the joyous task of driving his sexy young partner to ecstasy. He had only allowed the briefest respite after from their first romp before he began a second. Lorelei could see him through Jocelyn's eyes now, looking down at her and smiling, talking with her as he entered her again for a new round of indulgence. The rush of their coupling surged through Lorelei even as she continued to patiently guide Taylor's exploration of her newly-admitted desires. Overcome with happiness, gratitude and arousal, Lorelei had to fight the urge to rip Taylor's clothes to shreds and take her right there in the bathroom.
Time for that later, though, she thought. Her plan, conceived in mere seconds after Alex had mentioned this party two days ago, was going very well indeed. She could maintain control of herself in order to see it through to its fruitful completion.