C9 Nine

“Have you been touched by a girl?” she asks as her fingers push the hem of my gown to my midthigh. I shake my head; I have not even been touched by a man. Her breath fans my face as she continues and her hand comes to rest by the side of my head, “Do you want me to?”

“I’m a virgin,” the words slip past my lips before I get a chance to register them.

I don’t understand why I am not pushing her away from me. I like men, I am straight and she’s the other woman, my husband’s mistress but as she comes to kneel between my legs, the words I want to say die in my throat. I am horny. I want to be touched.

“Brandon hates virgins, he thinks they are too clingy,” she smiles and her fingers trail a line down my inner thigh. “Want a piece of my advice? Buy a dildo, use it to get off then go back to him.” Her finger tickles my clit, she asks, “Yes or no? I want to touch you.”

“Yes,” I breathe out and my eyes roll to the back of my head when she jabs a finger into my vagina. Another one joins the first and I moan softly. I like her touch. I don’t know if it has anything to do with the fact that I am sexually starved but I want more of it.

“Look at me when I touch you,” she orders and my eyes fly open. “Say my name.”

Her statement is followed by her fingers sinking dipper inside me and I jerk, the lower part of my body almost flying off the bed. “Sophia,” I moan. “Please... Please.”

“Please what, El?” Her other hand moves to my chest and she roughly caresses my breast. “Call me Mistress. Now, touch me.”

“Yes, mistress,” I say and my fingers reach for her chest, I pop the first and fourth buttons open, missing the third. My hands are too unsteady; I just want to be touched.

“Fast!”

She wraps my legs around her waist, rips the front of my gown and my breasts spill out. I gasp and stop trying to figure out her buttons. The sensations coursing through my body are foreign and I want more.

My whole body quivers and a fire starts in the pit of my belly as Sophia’s pinches my nipples. She takes one in her mouth, her teeth graze the taut surface before she begins to suck on it, taking turns between the two. My finger grips the bedsheet and I moan when she bites hard on one of them.

“Did I ask you to stop?” she shouts and I shake my head. My hand goes back to her buttons, this time I can figure it out and she smashes her breasts into my face. “They are real. Touch them. Feel them. Play with them until I tell you to stop.”

I take the mounds in my hands and squeeze them the way she has been doing mine. Her fingers have stopped moving inside me but I don’t mind. I want to please her too. When she moans, I am encouraged to take them in my mouth and I bite down on her nipples while she grinds against me. I want her.

She bunches my gown up, leaving the lower part of my body bare and I gasp when her fingers thrust into me roughly. Once. Twice. Until they form a rhythm and I rotate my hips, wishing her slender digits were long enough to go deeper into my core. I cup her butt through the material of her coat and moan at the softness.

Her fingers continue to thrust into me and when I make to pull up her gown, she grabs both of my hands above my head. I wriggle underneath her, fully aware that her grip on my wrists is not strong and I can flip us over which is exactly what I do. Her breasts jiggle and I grope them without a care, she closes her eyes as my mouth closes over one of them and I push a finger into her.

“That’s enough for today, El,” she says and pushes me off her.

I fall back on the bed with a defeated sigh, what is wrong with all these British people? Her eyes are hooded when she comes to trace a line between my breasts and I squeeze hers again. She laughs and swats my hands like my touch irritates her but her nipples say otherwise. She wants me too.

“If you want more of this,” she starts and pinches my nipples, “tell Brandon you want us to have a threesome, then you can touch me again.” She tilts my chin, runs a finger along my neck. “I want you to touch me again soon, I like your touch.”

Sophia starts to dress up and my vagina throbs, we miss her touch already. I bring the duvet up to cover my breasts and nod when I see she’s waiting for a response.

“Good girl, El,” she murmurs and runs her thumb across my lower lip without kissing me. “Good girl.” Her tongue grazes my earlobe; she pulls me into a tight hug then leaves the bed.

When she’s almost at the door, it bursts open and Brandon walks in. He takes one look at Sophia then at me, she blows me a kiss which I don’t return and sashays past him. The bed dips with Brandon’s weight and I lower my head to avoid his gaze. I’m not sorry, I want more.

Brandon tries to pull down the duvet but I clutch it tight, my dress is ruined. I came out to seduce him but ended up catching Sophia’s eyes and I am glad I did. With one powerful yank, he pulls down the duvet and my breasts bounce at their freedom. I look at him and bite my lips. The need to finish what Sophia started washes over me and I place a sweaty palm over his.

“Touch me,” I say and his amber eyes lock with mine. “Please Brandon, please.”

“We are going to France, so pack your things. We will be gone for two weeks.”