Naturally Naughty - Leslie Kelly [74]
“You really want to hear?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper. “All the women were blondes except me, and they all had really big breasts. When we got there, we all took off our shirts and compared.”
He snorted with laughter.
“Then, we squirted each other up with scented oils and gave each other massages, until we were just rolling around on the floor, one big mass of naked, squirming female bodies.”
“You’re evil.”
“Isn’t that every guy’s fantasy orgy?”
“Well, no, actually he’d need to be there. Preferably on the bottom of the pile of naked, squirming female bodies.”
“Men are so weird.” She rolled her eyes. “What is the attraction of more than one woman at a time?”
“I have no idea,” he explained, trying hard to retain a serious expression. “I personally find that type of thing shocking and sordid.”
She punched him lightly in the stomach.
“Oh, come on, you’re buying into the male stereotype. It’s at most a fantasy—the old ‘me Tarzan, you Jane, you Janet’ thing. Caveman-must-propagate-the-species genes rearing their persistent heads.” When she crossed her arms impatiently, he continued. “Most men don’t know what the hell to do with one woman and certainly couldn’t handle two and they know it.”
“True.”
“Besides,” he continued, “don’t women fantasize about being with two men, too?”
“Not this woman. I would never want to be in bed with a naked guy who didn’t mind being in bed with another naked guy.”
Jack’s shoulders shook as he laughed.
“Besides,” she continued, “if a man likes other men enough to be naked with them, then there’s one or two things I’m lacking that he’s bound to notice.”
“I’d rather notice the one or two very nice, feminine things you have,” he said with a definite leer.
As he reached out his hand and traced the tip of his fingers along the top hem of her loose blouse, she gave him a languid smile.
“One is more than enough for me,” she murmured. “Though, two yous might be nice.”
He paused, giving her a mock frown. “Did you say two Hughs?”
She rolled her eyes and shoved him onto the mattress, falling on top of him. They rolled across it, wrapped in each other’s arms exchanging laughter and hot kisses.
“I said two yous. Two Jacks. Two sets of these amazing hands.” She brought his hand to her lips, kissing the tips of his fingers and sliding her mouth over his pinky. “Two perfect mouths on my body.” She leaned up to press her lips against his. “Two tongues to taste me.”
He tasted her, nibbling, kissing and licking his way down her neck, across her collarbone, to the hem of her shirt. She lifted up so he could tug it out, and Jack tossed it over his shoulder to the floor. “No bra at all this time,” he murmured, his voice thick with appreciation as he saw her beautiful breasts and pert nipples. When he moved his mouth over one, flicking his tongue across the puckered tip, she jerked against him and groaned.
“Two mouths would be useful here,” he murmured as he went back and forth, from one breast to the other, sucking, nibbling and stroking her into a frenzy beneath him.
Sitting up long enough to yank off his clothes, he helped her unfasten her jean skirt, then pulled it off her. Her flimsy panties followed, then he had to pause, to look at her naked body, bathed in the soft glow of the hallway light. She looked at him, as well, her eyelids heavy, her lips parted as she took in deep, ragged breaths.
“Would you prefer two of anything else, Kate?” he asked, as he bent to kiss her again, letting her feel his hard-on against her thigh. She instinctively arched toward it in an age-old signal of welcome from female to male.
“Hmm, no, I think I can stay quite busy playing with this one,” she whispered as she reached for him.
She proceeded to play. Stroking him, cupping him, running her hands up and down his dick as they exchanged lazy, wet kisses and he fondled her breasts. He didn’t think he’d be able to stand it when she bent to take him into her mouth. He had to lift his arms over his head and press his fists against the wall to