Mafia Desire (Erotica)

Joyce was moodily sipping coffee in the kitchen when Hilary tripped downstairs and rushed into the room like a little hurricane. She poured herself a big mug and sat down at the kitchen table next to her mother.

“So, how was it?” Joyce asked.

“Great! Fabulous!” Hilary exclaimed. “Couldn’t be better! That guy really knows how to make a girl happy.”

“Does that mean that you, um, had more than one climax?”

“You bet I did! I don’t even know how many I had–maybe half a dozen!”

“Half a dozen? You’re kidding me.”

“Nope. Of course, Gerald had his share too.”

“Oh, yes? How many?”

“Three. I could have done at least one more, but he was too tired.”

“I bet he was. But wasn’t there a certain amount of . . . pain?”

“Well, of course. But I knew there would be. That back way is pretty tough. How many times do you I think I need to do it before I get used to it?”

Joyce’s blood drained from her face. “You–you’re telling me he went into your bottom?”

“Sure!”

“He shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s . . . a bit advanced for someone like you.”

“Oh, nonsense. I managed.”

“I’m sure you did, but even so–”

“Anyway”–that chuckle again–“I made him.”

“You made him? How on earth did you do that?”

“Well, let’s just say I persuaded him. It didn’t take much persuasion, come to think of it.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Joyce said, her temperature rising. “What else did you do?”

“Oh, we ended up with sixty-nine.”

“I see. He, um, came in your mouth?”

“Yeah. I really didn’t like the taste.”

“No, I don’t either.”

“But I felt I had to swallow. It might hurt his feelings if I spit it out.”

“It seems to be a big deal when a man comes into a woman’s mouth. It’s like a test of her devotion.”

“Something like that. But I didn’t mind really.”

At that point Gerald stumbled into the kitchen, looking quite a bit the worse for wear.

Hilary leaped up from her chair and gave Gerald a sloppy kiss on the mouth. And when she also gave his cock an affectionate squeeze, he cried, “Ow!”

“Oops!” she said with a grin. “You must be sore down there.”

“You must be too,” he said sourly. “But I don’t grab your private parts.”

“Yeah, well, sorry.” Spinning away toward the oven, she said, “I wanna whip up a big breakfast for everyone. Why don’t you guys go and talk somewhere?”

That, in fact, was exactly what Joyce had in mind. Leading Gerald forcefully out into the living room, she sat him down on the sofa and said, “What’s the idea of going into her butt?”

Gerald was taken aback at his lover’s hostility. “Gee, Joyce, that was her idea!”

“So it seems.”

“That girl is pretty determined to get what she wants.”

“I’m aware of that, but I still think you ought to have exercised some restraint.”From NôvelDrama.Org.

“I guess I couldn’t help it,” he said with a sheepish grin. “She’s an awfully cute little item.”

“Oh,” Joyce said, her anger rising again, “so Hilary’s a cute little item now?”

“Joyce, please–you promised you wouldn’t get mad at me for–for–”

“For deflowering my daughter? I don’t recall making such a promise.” Then, as if deflated, she said, “Oh, it’s all right. But I think she expects you to do her several more times before she gets to college, just so she’s thoroughly ready to spread her legs for any appealing boy she might meet.”

“I suppose I could do that.”

“Yes, I’m sure you could.”

“But I don’t think Hilary’s the sort of girl who’ll just let herself be taken by any Tom, Dick, or Harry.”

“I hope not. We’ll have to see what happens.”

In the three weeks that remained before Hilary went off to college, Gerald did her every two or three days. By the end of that period, she seemed entirely comfortable with copulation (both front and back)–but, as Gerald had said, she knew she would have to be careful whom she allowed into her bed. There were lots of scumbags out there just looking to “score”!

But what actually happened in the first few weeks of college took everyone by surprise, including herself.

*

The college Hilary was attending–only a couple of miles from her house–insisted that all freshmen have roommates. The thinking was that these naive, innocent young people might get freaked out if they were to live alone, being away from their parents and friends for the first time in their lives. Hilary found that she was teamed up with a girl named Bridget. She was clearly of Irish origin, as she had flaming red hair and a rosy complexion that brought to mind the green meadows and rolling hills of Ireland. She was a big girl, about five foot eight, and pleasingly plump without being in any way fat. She’d turned eighteen only a few weeks before Hilary.

The funny thing was that both girls secretly envied the other–Hilary wished she was as tall and filled-out (especially in the breast department, which were one of Bridget’s most prominent features) as her roommate, and Bridget yearned to be small and slender like Hilary. In the first few weeks of their occupancy of the tiny, austere little room in an all-girls dorm, they seemed to get along pretty well.

But then an unexpected cold snap made things difficult.

The beds in the room, aside from being absurdly narrow, came with blankets that were not much more than what you’d find in a prison. Maybe the college administration figured that the students would have brought quilts from home for the winter; but this was September, and no one expected the temperatures to plummet like this–and the heat in the room wasn’t very robust in the first place.

So the two girls lay there shivering, each in her own bed on opposite sides of the room. Hilary’s teeth were actually chattering. She didn’t have the flesh to protect against such icy conditions, although Bridget wasn’t in much better shape.

“Man,” Hilary cried out in the dark, “I’m freezing my butt off!”

“And pretty much everything else,” Bridget added.

“I’ll never be able to sleep like this–I’ll be an icicle by morning. Why don’t they pump some heat into this godforsaken building?”

“I guess they didn’t think they’d need it this early in the season.”

“Well, this is impossible. What the hell are we going to do?”

Bridget wasn’t certain Hilary’s question was meant to be answered, or was just rhetorical. There was a long pause before she said, “There’s one thing we can do.”

“What’s that?” Hilary said eagerly. “I’ll do anything to keep warm.”

“The best way to keep warm in a situation like this,” Bridget said quietly and with a little tremor in her voice, “is to bundle up together.”

Hilary seemed to have an epiphany. She slapped her forehead and cried, “Of course! Body heat! Why didn’t I think of that? And we can use both blankets on the same bed.”

And with that, she leaped up from her bed, pulled the blanket off, and tramped over to where Bridget was shivering. Dumping the blanket on top of the bed, she snuggled up to the bigger girl as if she were a huge hot-water bottle.

The bed was so small that they had to hold each other in a close embrace, just so that one of them wouldn’t tumble out onto the floor. But that was the whole idea: you have to be close together if you’re going to get the benefit of the other person’s body heat.

“Oh, yeah!” Hilary gurgled. “This is a lot better! I can actually feel my fingers and toes.”

Because of their disparity in height, Hilary had nestled her head between Bridget’s ample breasts, sensing the warmth radiating out from them. Then she wrapped her arms around the girl’s waist, while Bridget enclosed Hilary in an embrace of her own.

“Is this nice?” Bridget said, her voice still trembling.

“You bet!” Hilary enthused.

“Not much space to move around.”

“Who wants to move? I’m going to stick to you like glue, girl.”

Hilary tried to get to sleep, but was soon distracted by something Bridget was doing. She was showering little kisses on the top of Hilary’s head.

Hilary lifted her head–reluctantly–from Bridget’s breasts (which she could feel clearly outlined underneath the thick flannel nightgown she was wearing) and looked up at her roommate. “That feels kinda nice,” she said softly, “but don’t you want to go to sleep?”

“I–I don’t know that I can sleep,” Bridget whispered.

Hilary considered that for a moment, still staring up at the larger girl. They seemed frozen in time, although otherwise they were warming up–in several senses of the term. So it didn’t entirely surprise her when Bridget bent down and placed her lips ever so tenderly on Hilary’s in a kiss that lasted several seconds.

“Mmm,” Hilary said reflectively. “That tastes good. And you smell good too.”

Bridget smiled, but her eyes seemed to be getting watery. They kissed again, and this time Bridget put her hands on either side of her new friend’s face.

This kiss lasted even longer than the first one.

“Oooh!” Hilary said after it was over. “You’re making me all tingly.”

The look Bridget gave Hilary was so full of yearning that she didn’t need to speak to get her point across.

“You’re a lesbian, aren’t you?” Hilary said, gently and without any sort of moral judgment.

“Yes,” Bridget said almost ruefully. “You’re not, I suppose?”

“No, but I like what we’re doing. It’s–nice.”

And with that, Hilary doffed her own nightgown, revealing her nudity to her roommate. Bridget gasped at the sight, saying, “Gosh, you’re pretty!”

Hilary helped Bridget off with her nightgown, saying, “You’re pretty scrumptious yourself.”

They began scouring each other all over–face, breasts, back, bottom, thighs–as they marveled at how two females could be so different in shape and figure while still being so tempting, each in her own way. Hilary buried her face in Bridget’s bare breasts, relishing their firmness and warmth, while Bridget clung to the smaller girl as if she were a beloved pet. All of a sudden neither of them felt chilly anymore.