[Fiction] A Long Time Coming, Chapter II

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I thought it might be fun to show the building up to the event, and the amount of thought and preparation involved in a feat of that magnitude. My characters want the party to be epic, so they're giving their all.

I'm open to any suggestions my readers might have to make the party more interesting. Feel free to PM me.

And apologies for the lack of updates. I am busy with work and writing for my Masters, so I try to squeeze in some ideas every now and then when I have the time.

[Celexia]

Oh wow this is AMAZING!!!
I'm sorry I haven''t read this sooner, this is a true piece of artwork!
It's good that you've really put effort into character development, there is actually history and depth to the characters, making the reader become engrossed in their world. Makes the story much more interesting and sensual.

I also love it how it's not all about ToD (Despite what this site is about) It really mixes it up, and makes the ToD parts all the more better when they do occur in the story!

Just a note, although all the emails flying around did get confusing at one point, I like how you started adding the receivers names to the top of the emails, makes the story flow much more easily!

Once again, GREAT work, this is really good! Can't wait for the next installment!

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Laurie hung up the phone, a perplexed look on her face. It took a moment for Jacob to look away from his game and inquire as to the identity of the caller.

"Who was it?"

When she did not answer immediately, Jacob hit pause and turned to her.

"Laurie?"
"Uh? Oh, it was Sandra."
"Oh. What did she want?"
"Nothing much. She was calling to say she won't be there tomorrow for badminton."
"We might as well cancel, then, if we're only three."
"We could find a third player, though."
"Maybe."

Jacob went back to his game as Laurie resumed reading her book, but her mind was elsewhere. She got up from the couch and headed into her bedroom. She went to her secret box, the one where she stashed all her naughty paraphernalia and her lingerie. She pulled it onto the bed, sat beside it, and started going through her equipment. She did not have the most elaborate collection but she was proud of the few items she had managed to buy for herself - or that her boyfriends had bought for her.

She took out the first dildo she had ever received: it was metallic green, vibrating, a simple model. She had enjoyed its caress for a full year before her boyfriend at the time had taken her to buy a second one.

Jacob was standing in the door.

"Ah! the secret stash!"

Laurie turned her head to Jacob.

"Is it Sandra's call that's got you thinking naughty things?"
"Yes."

Her candor was surprising, despite the fact they had been together for some time now.

"What did she say?"
"She said... she was really looking forward to the party. She said... well, it's not the words. It's the way she said it..."
"You enjoyed it, last time?"
"Well I did. It's always nice to... I like it. Anyway... I was thinking how much more we could end up doing."
"And you went to your naughty place..."

Laurie looked back at the toy in her hand.

"Do you like watching me do it?"
"What?"
"You know... sometimes, I just lay on the bed, against the wall... I take out one of my toys and play with myself... do you like watching me?"
"You know I do."
"What about last time?"
"What last time?"
"Did you enjoy watching me eat Sandra out?"
"Of course, yeah!"
"What about Frank?"
"What about him?"
"When he took me from behind... when he came into me... did you enjoy that?"
"What's this about?"
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Well, yeah..."
"Less than the rest?"
"Maybe a little..."
"Did you get jealous?"

Jacob took a step back.

"Laurie, what's up?"
"Answer me, please. Be honest."
"I guess... maybe a little, yeah. Afterwards, I sort of... wanted you to myself. But I was okay with it too, if that's what you're asking..."
"That's not what I'm asking."
"I don't follow, then."

Laurie was trying to put words to ideas that had been bubbling inside her mind since that day, some weeks ago.

"We agreed we'd be open, right?"
"About our relationship?"
"Yes. About seeing other people, potentially anyway."
"Yeah."
"That we'd remain friends... fuck if we wanted."
"Please get to a point."
"My point is: we haven't really been looking have we?"
"No. But is that bad?"

Laurie stared at the ceiling.

"Do you want to fuck other girls? Or other guys, I don't know..."
"Guys, no. Girls, maybe. I don't understand... just because we say we can do it doesn't mean we will do it."
"Why shouldn't we? Why shouldn't I just go out to bar, grab me a stud, bring him back here and fuck his brains silly."
"Well, why don't you?"
"Why don't you go out, grab yourself a tramp and do her right on the couch?"
"I'm not in the mood for that..."
"You haven't actually had sex with anyone else since we decided to be open, whereas I've had both Sandra and Frank... something's not right."
"You want me to have sex with others?"
"I'm just worrying if you're really sincere about being with other people, or if you'd rather just watch me... be with other people."

Jacob didn't answer, so Laurie continued.

"Say I do like Danielle did, go find you a girl... to fuck... would you do it?"
"I... yes, I would, I think."
"You think?"

Laurie wasn't satisfied with his answers. She didn't feel he was living up to his previous commitments. Something inside her made her angry.

"All right, fine. I'm gonna invite Frank over, and have him screw me silly. Up the ass! You'd like that..."
"What? No..."
"Well, why not?"
"You don't like anal."
"It's not about me, it's about you..."

Jacob got angry.

"Well, what do you want me to say?"
"Anything..."
"What? You want me to say I like seeing another man pound you senseless?"
"Yes?"
"Well I don't. I hate it. I'm..."

Jacob stopped mid-sentence, staring at the ground.

"I'm... sorry. I should haven't yelled."
"Jacob, I love you. Talk to me."
"It's a good thing it was Frank... someone I care about... otherwise... I don't know. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea..."
"Did you mind it when I gave him a blowjob?"
"No... not so much."
"Why?"
"I don't know.
"Because it's different. It's not sex..."
"What?"

Laurie motioned for Jacob to come near her.

"A blowjob is not sex."
"It's oral sex."
"But it's not sex... just like eating pussy. It's not sex."
"I don't follow."
"It's not penetration... Reflecting on it, I'm not sure I'd have allowed Frank to do what he did, had I not been fully immersed in what I was doing."
"So you're saying oral sex is not sex?"
"Not the same thing, anyway. It is, sort of sex, but... penetration... that's the... penultimate part. Anything before that just seems like... foreplay."

Jacob was trying to grasp the concept Laurie was explaining to him. Laurie continued.

"I don't mind eating out Sandra, or giving Frank - or any other guy - a blowjob, really. It doesn't feel sexual to me. Well, it does, but it's not as intense... as involving. When you put... your penis in me, it feels... it makes me feel complete. And you know something... it's your penis I like. It's you I like."
"I guess that makes sense... I... I did get jealous of Frank. It seemed like you were giving him all the attention, because he was new at this, because he was fresh. He got to do you. I didn't get to do Sandra."
"In a way, I'm glad you didn't, because I would have been the one who was jealous. You're my penis, after all. You've been for some time."
"I'm a penis?"

Laurie laughed.

"You know what I mean, silly. I'm just thinking we went into this... fuckfriend thing... a bit fast, maybe. I'm not saying..."
"I know what you're saying... and I agree. Laurie, I love you. Seeing you with Frank... heck, seeing you with Sandra... made me realize how much I love you, how much I want it to be me doing you..."

Laurie and Jacob stared into each others' eyes.

"We got a problem, Laurie."
"What kind?"
"I don't want to be your fuckfriend. I want to be your boyfriend. Heck, if we last that long, I even want to be your husband."

He looked away, but she pulled him back and kissed him gently.

"I know. I want you to be my husband too... eventually. Let's not get carried away... again."

They both laughed.

"Still, we got a problem."
"What problem?"
"The upcoming party... I know we've got a lot of things planned... and some of them might take us... well, out of our comfort zone... the new one... the one we just talked about. Should we cancel our presence?"

Laurie pondered the question for a moment.

"No. Let's not rush this... let's still go. Let's wait and see. You survived Frank... doing me... me doing Sandra... I think, you can handle a bit more... and so can I... and... I do have unresolved things with Sandra, I think."
"And you think that party will help you resolve it?"
"I think so..."

Laurie smiled at him.

"And if, during the course of the party, you manage to have fun with someone else too, then good for you. Let's say... we don't go to the party as a couple. Let's say we start over at New Year's..."
"Okay... I guess, I can live with that."
"That way, when the party comes around, we can be... we can do anything that we want. We don't hold back, and just go with our gut. And then we'll see... how does that sound?"
"That sounds reasonable... I... okay."
"And we'll cross that other bridge... when we get there."
"Done deal."

He kissed her gently, pulling away. All the time, she had held her toy in her hand. She smiled at him, a naughtly glimmer in her eye.

"Wanna watch me?"
"Maybe..."

Laurie shivered at the idea of Jacob watching her masturbate. Perhaps it was more the resolution of their unspoken conflict of the past weeks that was really turning her on. In any event, she was going to give him quite a show - and who knew, he might just decide to take advantage of it. All the better for her if he did...

[will9022]

I love this story so much!!!!

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To: Frank, Rita

Hello Frank (and Rita),

As promised, here's a retelling of my one-time night spent with Rita. I hope you enjoy.

As I already told you, some weeks prior to the night in question, I had participated, alongside Rita, in a game of truth-or-dare, where I had confessed to the fact that I had never slept with another girl, but that if I had to choose someone, it would have been Rita, my best friend. So naturally, I had gotten all sorts of looks, but the most probing was Rita's. I remember how she stared at me a long while after my revelation. Still, nothing immediately happened of it.

I think it was three weeks later, maybe four, that I ended up going to her place. We had homework to do, it was the last year of High School. If I remember correctly, we were working on a exposé to be read in class, and we were boucing ideas off each other. I don't particularly remember the topic, but it was for French class. We took a break from work to watch some videos on her computer: I remember we watched some stuff from Weebl. In any event, I went to the bathroom; when I came back, Rita was lying on her bed, re-reading all that we had come up with. She had worn a short red skirt that day, and so she still had it on; the way she was positioned, I could see the panties she was wearing. I must admit I stared for a long time: eventually, Rita realized I was there and turned her head towards me, to see what I was doing. The sight of her, laid there on her bed, her head tilted towards me, sent shivers down my spine. Rita is a beautiful girl, and the memory of my admission of a few weeks past sprang back to memory. I ignored it - for that moment.

I sat on the edge of her bed and we chatted. My hand was absent-mindedly caressing her naked ankle; there wasn't anything to it because Rita and I always were pretty close; we had showered together before after gym class, so seeing each other naked was not really a big deal. We often gave each other massages, so we were already used to physical contact. I must admit, though, that since my admission a few weeks prior, I had been reluctant to come into contact with Rita: perhaps I was fearful of my own actions and inclinations towards her. But caressing her ankle, at that moment, did not have any implications whatsoever. We were just there, talking, as we always did.

But something in my heart was different, and I could start to feel it. Somehow, the proximity on that day was different: there was something in the air. And if I recall correctly, and sorry for being so specific, but I was almost at my period, so my hormones were pretty wild. I think Rita noticed because she moved around, getting some distance from me and sitting on her bed, to face me, her legs lifted up to her chin. Unfortunately, doing so exposed her panties to me, and I stared - and then images flooded into my mind, erotic images.

Now, if I may digress, I had seen lesbian erotica before. A girl in our school was an admitted lesbian, and although it was no big deal, one time I had gone over to her place for a party she took out some of the pornography she had, so I looked. Seeing the girls together back then had been a curiosity: but now, in my mind, at that moment, the faces of the girls were replaced by Rita's and mine. I could picture Rita's face buried in my crotch, and vice versa. It was pretty intense, and somewhat surreal. And curiosity was really creeping in at that time. But again, nothing happened - yet.

We got up and out of her room, and into the kitchen. Rita's mother was out partying with some friends so we had the home all to ourselves, up until late at night. It was a Friday. We prepared some nachos and decided to watch a movie: by that time, it was almost 10 in the evening, so there wasn't much on. We put a movie in the background and kept chatting away. Meanwhile, the images in my mind kept hounding me, but I attempted to ignore them. It's not that I wasn't curious or didn't want to act upon them, it was just that I had no idea how Rita would react. So I did nothing, somewhat stupidly I might add, to make these ideas known to Rita.

But Rita is wily, and manipulative, two qualities I adore in her. I don't exactly know how she figured it out, or if it was really dumb luck on her part, but the conversation veered more towards sex. So when eleven rolled around, Rita said we should put on an erotic movie. She said her mother subscribed to some erotic channel, and we could watch that. My mood being what it was, I didn't say no. We happened upon a movie where there were a lot of naked girls for a single guy. It was a blue movie, so we never got to see penis: but we did see a lot of boobs! Anyway, Rita kept on talking, but my eyes were constantly bringing me back to the movie. And then something happened: two of the girls got into a shower together, and started kissing and making out, and pretty soon were involved into highly suggestive behavior. Rita made me notice that I was biting my lower lip: I hadn't even realized it. She asked if that turned me on. I tried to deny it, but my mood was such that Rita saw right through my lie. She didn't laugh: she said it turned her on too, that it was okay.

That's when Rita first admitted to me that she was bisexual. SHOCKER! She said she'd had some experiences with that lesbian friend of ours, that she had enjoyed it, that she still liked boys but she could see the attraction in doing it with another girl: no penis to get in the way, I think she said, laughing. She asked me if I was okay with it, and I said I was, because it was true. I'm not bisexual myself, if you must know, but I do think that women are beautiful, and I think sex is different than love.

And this is where Rita completely blew me away: she asked if I felt like masturbating to the movie, alongside her. Good old Rita: always to the point! I froze, of course, so she didn't insist, but a few moments later - the girls were still going at it on the television - I said yes. It was an instinctual response, I think.

I think that's enough for now. I'll continue this in another e-email. And if Rita wants to comment, then by all means.

Love,
Danielle

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To: Danielle, Frank

Hello you two,

My, how horny I am right now. It's a good thing I have a penis near me because he's going to get lucky once I'm done with this reply.

So basically, here's what I was thinking the whole time: Danielle is my best friend, and the person I cared for the most at that time - now it's fifty-fifty with Jacques, I'd say, but he understands. When she came back from the bathroom, I felt her stare. I tilted my head to see and saw she was staring at my butt: I realized my panties must be showing. So my first instinct was to move around and hide them: I guess I didn't realize that the posture I took actually put an emphasis on them.

So we moved to the kitchen, got some food, and went to the living room with a movie. But I could tell Danielle's mind was elsewhere, and for a long time, I couldn't figure it out. But then, well, call it instinct, I remembered what she had said. So I decided to test it out. I put on the erotic movie: and then I saw her eyes, and I could tell she was horny, but I was the only one in the room. So I must have been making her horny. She had been horny ever since she had come back from the bathroom, so it wasn't just the movie.

Now I'm not shy about anything. And the notion of Danielle being turned on had the same effect on me, and I felt myself getting really wet. So I did the next logical step: we had practically done everything together before, so why not masturbate? I was a bit surprised that Danielle agreed, but she did.

And so, there we were, in the living room, wondering what to do next. I took the initiative and removed my skirt. I decided it would be best if I just stared at the movie instead of staring at Danielle, and also if I did not remove my panties but pleasured myself through them. I saw Danielle hesitant, so I asked her if she was okay: it took her a while, but she pulled her pants off, revealing a very nice and sexy pair of panties. We had seen each other naked, or in panties or swimsuit before, but the context was different: and with sex, context is everything, I always say.

I stared back at the movie, trying to give a modicum of privacy to Danielle, despite the fact that we were both in the same room, but I felt her stare against me. My hand was gently teasing me through the cloth: I looked towards Danielle and saw she was staring at what I was doing, practically not touching herself. I asked her if she wanted to watch me do it: of course, she didn't answer. I moved about, exposing my front to her, widening my legs, and started teasing myself gently. I felt her stare across my body, mostly on my crotch area: it felt so intense that it stimulated me very quickly. I stopped what I was doing, and without much forethought, I decided to pull off my panties...

...to be continued...

Rita

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To: Danielle, Rita

Tease! Both of you!

Wow! That is some story... can't wait to read more.

Just wanting to finalize everything with you both. We'll meet on the 27th around noon, at the Carrefour. I imagine Jacques and Rita have a vehicle, or how will you be coming to Sherbrooke? Let me know.

Thanks.

Frank

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To: Frank, Rita

Hiya,

Sounds great as planning. Remember, Frank, we have a date on the previous day: if you stand me up, I will kill you. Just kidding. Not. Yes I am...

So Rita pulled off her panties (this is a fun to tell a story!) That gave me a jolt. I don't specifically know why, but it did.

I completely lost my interest in the movie: the show beside me was much more entertaining - and live. And I have to agree with Rita: context is everything. I had seen Rita naked, but seeing her tease herself, in front of me, with that specific purpose in mind, well, it was something unexpected, unique and thrilling. I barely touched myself; I was mostly watching her fingers sliding against the edges of her pussy, getting it moist; I can't exactly recall my exact thoughts, but I felt so agitated. I wanted to touch her - but I didn't dare move from my position.

She slid a finger into herself, and it was like she was sliding it into me. She pulled it out just as fast; she looked up at me for the first time since she had started playing with herself and smiled. That gorgeous, loving smile; Rita knows the one I'm talking about. The one that says: I love you, I care deeply for you, and I won't let anything hurt you. That, as much as anything, made me shiver.

Then, Rita asked me to tease myself and I realized that I had been watching her. It seemed natural, so I slid my fingers inside my panties and started playing with myself. She resumed work on herself; our eyes locked, and neither of us could look away. I don't think either one of us climaxed, or at least I didn't, but eventually, we both burst out laughing, stimulated and relaxed at the same time.

Rita looked at me and popped a simple question: do you want to make out?

Before I knew it, we were all over each other, arms wrapped around the other's body, our lips connecting, our tongues interweaved, and it was awesome. I felt our connection so strongly, stronger than I had ever felt a connection to anyone before, to be honest. She was my closest friend (and still is). Our making out turned out to be more of a grapple, as we rolled off the couch, kissing and biting each other's neck, ears and cheeks. I landed on top of her, our legs crossed together; I felt the warmth of her pussy against mine through my panties. It was more than I could handle... so I pulled them off, and pressed my own pussy against hers.

God! Frank! I can't even explain how it felt - how warm and wet and close and intimate it made me feel. We stopped moving for a long while, and simply enjoyed the sensation. That is, until Rita started grinding against me...

Rita, you pick up the next part. I have, uh... something I need to do.

eheh.

Love you both.

Danielle

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To: Frank, Danielle

Naughty little tease, Sweets! Don't do that to our beloved Frank.

Frank, I just have one question: are you masturbating to our story? I hope you are. It's all true, we're not making it up. We wouldn't kid about something like that.

How to explain how it feels to be rubbing your pussy against another girl's...? There's simply nothing like it. I like a good hard penis, inside of me, but there's something utterly bewildering with tribbing - that's how it's called by the way, but you probably already knew that.

Truth be told, with all the stimulation I had set upon myself, I was pretty much ready to explode, but somehow it was insufficient to push me over the edge. I felt the climax nearing, and I kept rubbing, and I could see in Danielle's eyes that she was getting as stimulated as I was. I guess external stimulation was not enough to put us over the top. At some point, we just stopped what we were doing: we were panting, out-of-breath, but mostly ready to move on.

The rest of our clothing came off fairly quickly, and we got back to simply making out. The feel of a naked woman's chest against your own - well, I guess that's something you must know, Frank - is amazing. And Danielle's breasts, well... anyway, we got pretty engrossed in what we were doing, fondling each other all over.

I think we both wanted to explode at that point...

I'll let Danielle finish you off

And everything's good for the 27th! Can't wait to see you both.

Rita

P.S. I had Jacques read our story. He says it's the best damn erotica he ever saw, and he'd be interested in having a replay of that when we meet - no promises, I told him, but I wouldn't be against it. What do you think, Frank?

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To: Frank, Rita

Final part: The Climax (eheh)

We both took a step back at that point, if I remember correctly. It was clear that we either went forward with what we were doing or we needed to stop right there.

As if that was going to happen!

It was Rita who took the initiative. She pushed me back up on the couch, spread my legs part and started kissing my thighs. She planted a kiss on my pussy: I shivered all over. She actually if I wanted her to eat me out: I think I almost screamed yes. So she went to work on me. Now, I'll be honest; I don't usually get turned on by oral sex, I don't, but that time, that event, it was all I could do not to scream at the top of my lungs. I must have come three or four times in a row, and Rita just kept licking, and licking, and licking... Eventually, I was just too weak to hold myself up, so I collapsed onto the couch and almost slid off it. It was surreal. My first reflex was to kiss Rita, and we kissed, passionately, for maybe two or three minutes. The taste of my pussy on her lips, on her tongue, it was just so strange.

I tried to return the favor, but let's be honest, I wasn't very good at it. I just couldn't stimulate her enough with my tongue and lips; Rita guide my fingers into her, two of them, and showed me how to play with her. She came hard, squirting all over my hand as she did. Seeing her like that, it was so intense. It's something you never forget, when you manage to provide that level of pleasure to someone; and the gratitude that comes with it, well... it was just another level.

I haven't had sex with any other girl, ever, and as I said, I'm not bisexual, but Rita's different. She's my best friend, and the connection we had that night, I think, made our bond that much stronger. I often fantasize about having my way with her. I've even fantasized of a threesome with you and her (maybe a foursome with Jacques as well, to include him in the mix, so he doesn't feel left out). Not sure I'd act upon it, mind you, but fantasies are nice.

We slept together, naked, that night, in her bed. That's actually when I first started sleeping in the nude.

Thank you for asking us to share this story, Frank. It allowed me to relive it, and remember the fun and exhiliration we had. I'm feeling the same kind of anticipation for the party. If I don't have sex with at least one of you two, I'm going to be very disappointed! Better pick a number.

I love you both. I'm leaving tomorrow for my parents' home, so I'll see you when I get back.

Danielle

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This was the last part of the interludes - the next installments will be for the day before the party, and the party itself.

It might take me a while to post again on this story, so I apologize if you have to wait a while: I have other writing projects (professional and academic) which must take precedence over everything else, but once they are done, I will be back here to torment you with the last chapter in the second installment of A Long Time Coming...

As my characters would say: I love you all, now let's have sex

[will9022]

take your time! dont rush things!
last chapter? but theres a third installment im guessing. either way, CANNOT WAIT!

[will9022]

is the next chapter going to be on another thread?

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To answer your question:

http://www.getdare.com/bbs/showthrea...553#post272553

So yes.

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