The Dark Stranger

3. In My Girlfriend's Room

The feel of Daisy's lips was electrifying. I quickly warmed to her advances, went from receiving the kiss to delivering it. I grazed her lips with my top teeth, teasing open the hot space of her mouth. Our tongues met, and I was surprised to find how different a girl's tongue feels from a guy's. How can that be? They are both made of the same stuff. It's not like a penis versus a vagina. Maybe it was how she used it that made the difference, I don't know. All I know is that it made my legs melt.

I soon forgot that Daniel existed, and Daisy must have too because she suddenly detached herself from me mid-kiss.

"Sorry, babe," she said to him. "We got a bit carried away with each other."

"I noticed," he said wryly.

Our neglect didn't seem to bother him; judging by his thick voice and ardent expression, he was enjoying the show immensely. Daisy turned to him and, without ceremony, undid his belt and pants. She slipped them down to his ankles, then crouched to remove his shoes and his socks. Then she removed his boxers, and just like that, his manhood was standing in the room with us, eager for action.

Daisy ran the back of her index finger lightly from the base to the tip like a feather, then rose and slowly unbuttoned Daniel's shirt. As she unfastened the bottom button, she made sure her hands hovered near his impressive erection, though she did not touch it. Then, as she slipped his shirt off his shoulders, she brushed against it with her arm as if by accident. He let out a little moan.

She padded over to the closet, opened the door, took out a hanger, and carefully slipped his shirt over it before hanging it inside. She did the same with his pants, shaking them out and smoothing them down as she did so. When she had completed the task, she turned back to face us.

I was astonished. When I had sex with a guy, our clothes ended up strewn across the floor, landing wherever they landed. Thinking back, I must have hung a guy's clothes in my closet precisely never. But I don't think Daisy was doing it to be tidy. She wasn't tidy in any other aspect of her life; one glance around her room proved that. No, there was something incredibly intimate about putting Daniel's things away. It was like a metaphor, as if by inviting him into her private world, she was inviting him into her. The act was so at odds with the steamy activities in the room that it made me even hornier than I already was.

Daisy returned to Daniel, placed her hands on his bare shoulders and guided him to the bed. She had him sit on it with his back against the pillows.

"Are you a leftie or a rightie?" she asked softly but matter-of-factly.

Daniel gulped. "Wh-what?" He didn't understand what was going on either.

"Do you favor your left hand or your right?"

"Uh... right."

She smiled gently, lifted his right hand, and placed it on his cock. He looked uncertain, so she gripped his hand and moved it up and down his shaft for him. He didn't need any further explanation and carried on himself.

"Good," she said, leaving the bed and coming back to me. "Now we've got our guy settled in, we can get on with the girly stuff."

That we did, though I struggled at first to focus on Daisy now that there was a naked man in the room. And what a naked man he was. For an accountant, he took excellent care of himself. The sight of his magnificent body made me ache with desire, but I told myself no. Even with everything that was happening, even though she'd just mentioned "our guy", I still believed he belonged to Daisy.

Don't touch, I told myself. Hands off.

He was soon forgotten again as Daisy covered my cheeks with brief little kisses, then sank to the soft flesh beneath my jaw, then my neck. I tingled all over as her heavenly lips and velvet tongue worked their way over my skin. She moved down to my chest, her fingers parting the neck of my supermarket shirt.

"You could get into trouble for doing this to your supervisor," I murmured.

She laughed, planting little kisses across my cleavage, then down, down she went, her lips making tantalizing impressions on my belly through the fabric of my shirt. I was in no doubt about where she was heading, and I wanted nothing to delay her when she got there. Clumsily, my fingers worked at the button on my black work pants. With her golden head in the way and her body so close to mine, I couldn't see what I was doing and my hands could hardly move. Somehow, though, I got the button free of the hole and ripped the zipper open.

Hurriedly, I pushed my pants to the floor, and her hands were on me immediately, cupping my ass in one palm and running the other over the front of my plain cotton panties. I glanced over at Daniel, feeling suddenly self-conscious of my unremarkable underwear. If I'd known when I got up this morning that I was going to be stripped naked by my roommate in front of a masturbating man, I would have put on something nicer. But Daniel didn't seem to care what I was wearing. His hand was moving smoothly up and down his throbbing cock. It was an intriguing shape, I noticed, slightly curved like a scimitar. I could already imagine it sliding into me, touching me in all the right places. I had the spine-tingling sensation of my body making a place for him inside me, preparing to be entered.

He smiled at me, which, combined with Daisy's touch, made me feel like I was suddenly standing under a hot shower. My skin tingled and buzzed. He held my gaze for a long moment, and then his eyes darted to my nether regions as Daisy slipped down my panties. There was a warm, wet movement against me, the tip of my best friend's warm tongue blazing a trail across my pussy and down between my legs. As she tasted me, she murmured the way she did when enjoying a decadent dessert, a sound she'd made not an hour earlier as she devoured that orange saffron cake. Now, it seemed she was having her second decadent dessert for the evening—me.

I lifted a leg, dug my toes between the mattress and the bed's base to support myself, opening myself up for her. The heat of her mouth set my pussy ablaze, and I forgot everything—Daniel, the room, the universe—as she worked her magic on me. If kissing a girl was different from kissing a boy, having a girl go down on you was a whole other world. Most men I'd been with were hot and heavy and insistent down there, giving you the once-over so they could cut to the good stuff. Daisy might have been equally passionate and insistent, but she was patient too. I could tell she wanted to please me, and she would happily make Daniel wait all night if that's what it took to satisfy me.

She didn't have to wait. I soon felt the first stirrings of an orgasm, quicker than I'd ever felt before. Her delightful tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, slickening my labia, dancing over my clit, exploring my luscious interior. I moved my hips, ground myself against her mouth. I don't know how long it took me to come; if I had to guess, it would have been a minute or two at most. And when I came, I seriously came, swept away by a tsunami of pleasure, waves and waves of ecstasy rolling over me. I may have been standing in a small bedroom in a city apartment, but inside I soared like an eagle.

After that, I'm sorry to say, everything went downhill.