ANTICIPATION
By Jodi Lyn Turchin

Looking  back  now,  I  still  don't know how I ended up in this bizarre
triangle.  I  guess,  in  a way, it stemmed from my dissatisfaction with
Lance  . . . though maybe dissatisfaction is a harsh term. But hold on -
I'm  getting  ahead  of myself. Let me go back to the beginning and tell
this  properly.  Lance is the closest thing I have to a boyfriend. We're
good  friends  and we get along great, and we have an interesting sexual
relationship as well. However, I've always felt something was missing in
my  sexual  encounters  with  Lance  .  .  .  something I couldn't quite
pinpoint.
 
I  work as a secretary in a lawyer's office downtown, about a block from
the  city  park.  At the park is a concession stand where I grab lunch a
couple  of  days  a  week. It's a regular thing for me. The manager will
chat  for  a  few  minutes  and tell me how beautiful I am, and I always
laugh it off. Then one day, there was Michaela. Beautiful, sexy Michaela
. . . and I realized instantly why Lance didn't do it fully for me. As I
gazed  at  the  girl  behind  the  concession stand, I felt the familiar
contractions  of  orgasm  wash  over  me. I had done nothing but look at
Michaela.
 
Michaela  was  the  niece of the concession stand owner, working for the
summer  while  on break from college. She was tall, like me, but she was
delicate  in  a way I wasn't. She had long, honey-colored hair tied back
in  a  ponytail,  and  the  willowy,  thin figure was covered by a tight
T-shirt  and a pair of jean shorts. I was in awe of her. She smiled when
we were introduced, extending a slim hand to me.
 
"Hi, Leah," she said, winking. "Nice to meet you."

"Maybe  you  can  show Mickie around town, Leah," the manager suggested.
Michaela nodded.
 
"I'd  like  that,"  she added. I gazed at her, taken in by her full lips
and long-lashed blue eyes.
 
"Sure," I agreed, "I'm off work at six."
 
"Me too . . . meet me back here," Michaela said.
 
I  spent  the rest of my workday wondering about Michaela. I was fixated
on her sensuality, the curve of her breast beneath her T-shirt, the wink
she'd  given  when  we  met.  I  never encountered a woman before who so
aroused  me.  Over the years, I had fantasized about being with a woman,
but  I'd  never  acted  upon  it. Would I now, with this beautiful girl?
Would she respond?
 
I  called Lance to cancel my plans with him and got his machine. At six,
I  walked  back  to  the  park. Michaela was sitting on a bench near the
concession, scanning the crowd, looking for me. When she spotted me, she
grinned.

"Leah,  hi!"  she  said,  hurrying  over.  Her  nearness  was  strangely
intoxicating.

"What do you want to do tonight?" I asked her quickly.
 
Michaela leaned forward to whisper huskily in my ear, "The same as you."
 
I  pulled  back to look at her in surprise. Had I been that obvious? She
looked uncertain for a moment, then started to stammer an explanation.
 
"I mean . . . um, that is, I thought . . . ."
 
"No  -  it's  okay," I interrupted. After all, she was right. "How about
dinner and drinks at my place?"
 
The smile returned to Michaela's face as we walked the short distance to
my  apartment  building. We foraged in the refrigerator for dinner, then
sat  on  my  sofa finishing off the bottle of wine we'd opened. Michaela
and  I had talked our way through dinner, and we discovered we had a lot
in  common.  It  was  truly  comfortable being with her. I even told her
about  my  relationship  of  sorts  with  Lance. Once the wine was gone,
Michaela set her glass down and studied me. I felt aroused, but I didn't
know  what to do. That was okay, because Michaela did. She took my empty
glass from me and put it beside hers, then twined her fingers with mine.
Her  fingers teased the back of my hand, and it felt deliciously erotic.
I tilted my head slightly, then Michaela's lips came down on mine.

I'd never kissed a woman like this before, but it felt incredibly right.
Her  tongue  was  soft  against  mine,  and I sighed into her wet mouth.
Michaela's hands came up to unbutton my blouse, exposing my torso to the
cool  room. My nipples hardened against the satin bra I wore. The blouse
slipped  to  the  sofa  as  Michaela began stroking my bared skin. I was
impatient  to  bare  myself  completely to her, and reached behind me to
unhook  my  bra.  Michaela  helped,  sliding the straps down my arms and
throwing the satin garment to the floor. Gently, she cupped a breast and
lightly  pinched  my  hard  nipple  between  her  fingers. She rolled it
teasingly,  and  I caught my breath. Michaela kissed me again, her hands
caressing  my  exposed breasts. Every stroke of her hands on my skin was
making me wet, and suddenly, I wanted to see her, too. I reached for the
hem  of  her T-shirt; she raised her arms to allow it's removal. She was
so  small,  perky,  and perfect, gravity declared she didn't need a bra.
Her  rosy  nipples  jutted  proudly,  as  if  searching  for  my  hands.
Reverently, I touched one peak. Michaela moaned at the tentative touch.
 
"I  don't  know how to do this," I whispered, my eyes thirstily drinking
in her delicate beauty.

"You're  doing  just  fine,"  Michaela  protested. "Stand up a sec," she
said,  and I did. When I was standing on unsteady legs, Michaela reached
under  my  skirt  and  stripped me of my hose and panties. She pushed my
skirt  up  around  my  waist  and pulled me back down to the couch. Then
Michaela got up and stripped off her shorts, so she stood before me only
in  the  briefest  of lace thongs. She knelt on the floor in front of me
and  gently  eased my thighs apart. She gazed upon my exposed sex, and I
could  feel  her  hot breath on my lips. I was shaking with desire and I
was wet, so wet.
 
"May  I?" Michaela asked. I nodded, watching her. She put her fingers on
my  lips  and  spread  them  to  expose my swollen clit to her. When her
tongue  touched  it,  I  felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. Her lips
closed  around  the  tiny  bud and she sucked tightly on it. I arched my
hips,  dropping  my  thighs wider apart to allow her easy access to what
she  so  obviously  wanted.  And  god  help me if I didn't want it, too.
Michaela  slipped  one  finger  inside  me,  then another. With her lips
working  my  clit  and  her  fingers  creating  a rhythm in the slippery
wetness  inside,  I was helpless. I tangled my fingers in the blond hair
draped  across  my  legs,  moaning  and crying. When I came, it was with
Michaela's  tongue thrusting deep inside my drenched pussy. I was so hot
I couldn't breathe.
 
My  orgasm rocked me hard, but not so hard that I forgot about Michaela;
she  hadn't  gotten hers yet. When my legs finally felt strong enough to
stand, I got to my feet and took Michaela by the hand.
 
"Where are we going?" she asked.

Instead  of  replying,  I  opened my bedroom door and led her inside. "I
thought  we'd  get  comfortable,"  I said, unzipping my skirt so I could
slide  naked  onto my satin sheets. I reached over and worked my fingers
under the lace of her underwear. I eased the scrap of cloth to the floor
and  invited Michaela to join me on the bed. She did, cuddling up to me.
I wanted to please her as she had me, but I didn't know how. I wanted to
explore her body, so similar to mine and yet so different.
 
As I lay there, stroking her bare back, my phone rang. I let the machine
pick it up. It was Lance.
 
"Hey,  Leah,  I got your message. I'm bummin' . . . I wanted to see you.
If you change your mind . . ." he was saying.
 
"Is  that your boyfriend?" Michaela asked. "Quick - pick up and tell him
to come over."

The thought intrigued me, so I immediately reached past Michaela to grab
the phone before he hung up. "Lance?"
 
After a brief conversation, I hung up and caressed Michaela's hip. "He's
on  his  way,"  I told her. I trailed my hand over her smooth skin, then
slid a finger between her legs. Michaela smiled at me, then flipped onto
her  back, propped herself on her elbows, and parted her thighs. I gazed
at her pubis . . . it was clean shaven and golden, like the rest of her.
She was so beautiful.
 
"Go  ahead, it's okay," Michaela encouraged. I slid down the bed until I
was  crouched  at  her  thighs.  I  touched  the slick lips and felt her
quivering.  Tentatively,  a  little frightened, I moved my head into the
juncture  of  her legs and tasted the rosebud of flesh at its center. It
pulsed  against my tongue and Michaela's hips came up to welcome me. Her
taste  was  sweet,  the  scent  of  her  sex  intoxicating  as liquor. I
positioned  myself  so  I could suckle her. Michaela gasped in pleasure.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, much as I'd done to her hair earlier.
 
"Leah  .  .  ." she moaned. I delved my tongue into her wetness, tasting
her, drowning in her. I couldn't get enough of her. As my mouth greedily
filled  with her sex, my hands reached for her small breasts. This is so
strange,  I  thought fleetingly. Then Michaela came against my mouth and
screamed  her  satisfaction.  Shiny with her sweat and mine, she sat up,
pulling  me up to kiss her. I tasted myself on her lips and I'm sure she
could  taste  herself  on mine. We were kissing hungrily, ready to start
again, when I heard the knock on the door.

"Let  me get it?" Michaela asked. I nodded. She got up and padded to the
door.  I  tiptoed out into the hall to watch. Michaela unlocked the door
from  behind  it,  then  drew  it  open. Lance stepped inside and saw me
first, naked in the hallway. His eyes widened. Then the door shut behind
him  and  he  turned.  I  couldn't  see  his face, but I could sense the
confusion and the delight all at once.
 
"Lance, this is my friend Mickie," I introduced.

"Leah," he said, turning back to me, "You never told me you did this."
 
"Until  Mickie,  I didn't," I told him honestly. "Mickie wondered if you
felt like joining us."
 
Lance  laughed.  Michaela  took  his arm and led him into the bedroom. I
followed.  I stood in the doorway and watched Michaela strip Lance, then
they crawled into my bed. Lance was already aroused. Michaela turned and
held her hand out to me.
 
"Come here, Leah," she asked, and I did. I got onto the bed and Michaela
began  kissing  my  throat.  There's  one  spot that drives me nuts, and
Michaela  latched  onto  it.  I  threw my head back, writhing my hips in
agony.  I stroked Michaela's breasts, and for a moment, Lance watched in
dumbfounded  silence.  Then  I  felt his lips fasten to my nipple, and I
angled  my  body  to  receive  both Lance and Michaela. With one hand, I
reached  for  Lance's  erection,  while the other fumbled for Michaela's
hidden center.

Instinctively,  I  knew  Michaela  was  in charge. She eased me onto all
fours,  then  sat  down  in  front  of  me, legs splayed wide. I dropped
forward  to  lick  her  lips,  thrusting my tongue into her wet, waiting
pussy.  I spread her lips wider with my fingers, sucking on her clit and
licking  her  smooth, hot skin. Lance was behind me, on his knees, and I
felt  his  cock  probing me. I was more than ready and he was taking too
damn  long.  Pulling  Michaela  with me so I didn't lose my grasp on her
clit,  I  slid  back  until  I  was  impaled  on  Lance. Needing no more
encouragement,  Lance  set  an  in-and-out rhythm that I easily matched,
never  once  missing  a  beat  sucking  on  Michaela's engorged bud. She
writhed in pleasure, opening herself more fully to my demanding mouth. I
glanced  up once to see her watching me, her eyes dilated with desire. I
knew  there  was  a vibrator in my nightstand, and I mentally calculated
the  distance  I'd  have to stretch to get it. I decided it was feasible
and made the move.

Michaela's  eyes  widened  when  I  pulled  the  8"  long, two inches in
diameter  latex  cock  from  the drawer. I set the vibrations on low and
dragged  it  between Michaela's legs. Lance was still thrusting into me,
but I could feel his eyes on what I was doing to Michaela, and I knew it
was  driving  him  nuts. After lubricating the latex with Michaela's own
sexual  arousal,  I  thrust  it  deeply  within her. Michaela gasped and
pulled  me  up  to kiss her as Lance fucked me and I fucked her with the
vibrator.  Lance  pulled  out  of  me,  but  I  knew he hadn't come yet.
Michaela  grabbed  the  vibrator  from me, pulling it from her body. She
turned  me  so  I  could  take Lance's throbbing cock in my mouth. Lance
shuddered  as I did and closed his eyes for a moment. My eyes widened in
shock  when  I  felt  my  own  vibrator,  still  wet from Michaela, slam
viciously  into my pussy. I stopped, and turned to look at Michaela. Her
hands  were  on my hips, and her strong thigh muscles anchored the latex
cock  against  her own body as she drove it again and again into mine. I
turned back to suck Lance's cock.

I'm  not  sure,  but  I  think  we  all climaxed together. Lance's semen
flooded  my  throat,  my orgasm contracted against the hard latex, and I
sensed  Michaela's  release  as she sank to my mattress, shaking. It was
intense.  The  three  of  us  fell  into  a  sweaty, satisfied heap, all
drained, all happy.
 
Lance  was  the  first  to recover the power of speech, and his question
sent me and Michaela into fits of giggles.
 
"When are we doing this again?"