“Krissy!” Maya shouted. “Oh, fuck…fuck…”
“I’m coming!” Anna exclaimed. “Oh shit, I’m coming!”
Atop Maya, Anna started bucking just a few moments before Maya let out a high-pitched wail as her orgasm started and her hips began bucking beneath Anna. Krissy stopped rubbing their clits and was now rubbing their winking openings.
Adjusting her position again, Krissy was now able to taste and drink from the still convulsing pussies, first from one, then the other, letting the nectars of the two women coat her tongue and inside her mouth.
After several moments, Anna rolled off Maya and then reached for Krissy, pulling her up over her. At first, Krissy just lay on her, kissing her, knowing Anna was tasting the combination of herself and Maya on her lips. But Krissy needed release. And she decided right there that Anna was going to provide her with it.
Breaking the kiss, she straddled Anna’s face, lowering her dripping sex onto the flight attendant’s mouth.
Ecstasy bloomed beneath her waist and soon she was moaning and shouting. Anna’s tongue and lips were expertly meeting Krissy’s needs, taking her on a delirious ride to that point of no return. Krissy then felt Maya straddle Anna behind her and while Anna continued eating her out, Maya pressed her chest against Krissy’s back and brought her hands around to cup her breasts.
“Holy shiiiiiiiiiiiit!” Krissy screamed when Maya started squeezing both her nipples.
Krissy’s orgasm walloped her and she felt her flooded pussy clench and squeeze out what it contained, drenching Anna’s mouth. All she could do was tilt her head back and scream some more, letting all that pleasure wash over her and take complete control of her body.
***
Maya and Anna were gone by one o’clock, getting in their rental car parked in Krissy’s driveway and waving goodbye to her as they drove off. Krissy returned the wave and then went back inside, plopping down on her sofa and letting out a huge breath.
That had been fun!
Between last night and this morning, Krissy, Anna and Maya had certainly made the most of their time together. Even now, after a morning of multiple orgasms that had now left her midsection sore, Krissy could feel her clit pulsing with the memories of the many inventive ways the three of them had gotten one another off.
But as fun as it had been, Krissy couldn’t help but realize that, once again, she was alone in her great big house. Her sexual needs were sated—at least for the next few hours—but she was thinking now that it would be nice to be sitting here on her leather sofa, enjoying this post-coital bliss with someone. Maybe someone she could take a nap with now. Or someone she could just sit with, planning the rest of their day off together.
She had been thinking like that a lot lately, which was weird.
Krissy usually made no secret of how much she enjoyed being single. In fact, she had recently told her friend, Ainsley, how there were too many beautiful and gay women in Southern California for her to tie herself down to just one, especially at the young age of twenty-nine. But how true was that? Or rather, how true was it anymore?
Her sex life was fun and certainly varied…but it was beginning to feel empty. Toe-curling orgasms were fantastic, but what else were her numerous playmates contributing to her life? Certainly not companionship. Her sexual partners were typically gone by breakfast—if they stayed the night at all.
Here she was, in her four-bedroom house that she had bought because after growing up in a tiny two-bedroom apartment with her parents and two sisters, she had wanted lots of space. However, she was longing to hear someone else moving about the rooms. Maybe someone else’s voice asking her if she’d like some coffee, or if they should cook together for dinner later or just order in.
She sighed and rolled her eyes.
There was a particular person she wanted to hear moving about the house. A particular person’s voice she’d love to hear asking if she’d like some coffee. But that person was unobtainable.
Time to think about something else…
She spied her iPad on the coffee table.
Picking it up, glad it was still charged, she lost herself in social media for a while.
After about ten minutes, she noticed a headline on Twitter. Something about a fire in Carlsbad. This naturally made her think of her best friend, Becca, who was a firefighter here in town. Krissy wondered if Becca’s unit or whatever they called it was involved in the action last night.
She tapped the link contained in the post.
Four minutes later, she was rushing to her bedroom to find her phone.
Chapter 3
Turns out, there was a news chopper hovering over the burning office tower when Becca dramatically saved Firefighter Ross’s life. It had remained far enough away to avoid impeding the rooftop rescue operations, but the cameraman, with his zoom lens, had been able to capture on video the explosion, the partial roof collapse and Becca’s heroic lunge forward to catch Ross before the firefighter plummeted fifteen stories to her death.
It was the kind of action usually only seen in Hollywood blockbusters starring Vin Diesel or The Rock.
The footage went viral. And that was before it was discovered that the firefighter shown in the video, performing the daring rescue, was a woman. When that fact was discovered, the footage went super-viral.