[RA] Exploration is Fun

"You look sick, what did you do wrong this time?" I ask as I make my way down the stairs. Scarlet looks pale, anxious, I haven't seen her like this since the party.

"Nothing... I just... Nothing." She answers. Super fucking convincing. If she doesn't want to talk about it, fine. I've got places to be. "Where have you been? Feels like I've barely seen you in days." She adds. It's been like a day and a half, I've been having amazing sex, don't be so clingy.

"I'm a popular girl, lots of guys vying for my attentions, lots of girls wanting to be guided by me, and you've got Elise to keep you... Busy. We'll catch up at the weekend, you can book a slot." I smirk, remembering Trish's request for a standing appointment.

"Hey!" Scarlet's voice echoes. Shit. Did she finally manage to put two and two together? "No more solo runs, yeah?" She asks. Don't use my own words against me, do you really want to know that I was sucking Trish's dildo yesterday? No. Damn it... I need to check in with her soon. Can't just assume a baby bird can fly without help.

"Like you'd even be able to walk without me." I smile at her, adding a wink. She can trust me, she knows that. Right now, I've got something else to take care of.

*

"Seriously? No one asked about the scarf?" I ask Trish as I retrieve a beer from the mini fridge in her den. Apparently we gotten a little into the biting yesterday, because it had left distinct marks on both of our necks.

"Yeah, I think Elise and Scarlet noticed it, but they were so focused on the stuff with Jenny they didn't bother to ask." She explains, awaiting my arrival on the sofa.

I take my seat and lean back. "You could have just used make-up, worked on mine." I point out, taking a swig of beer.

"Of course it worked on yours, Snow White, it's harder to get the tones right with my skin." She counters. Fuck, was that racist? What am I talking about? I'm not the cosmetic industry.

"Right, sorry about that. Anyway, how did it go with Jenny?" I inquire, almost hoping for a reason to bury that bitch.

Trish's face shifts uncomfortably. "She was fine, barely spoke to be honest... The complicated bit was... Gabriel was there." That name stings me in my gut. I'd known Gabe for years before we got together, he was sweet, reclusive, uncomplicated. When he first kissed me I found that... Comforting, like the eye of the hurricane that is the rest of my life. Then, when we broke up, I was **** to try and save my safe place, only to end up destroying it further. It was stupid. I was stupid.

"Oh. What happened?" I ask, hiding the stabbing pain in my stomach.

"Well, he told us why he needed to break up with you... He kind of lied about falling for another girl." She begins. That motherfucker. I knew there was no one better than me. My ego got fucking destroyed after that. I sank so low I let Trish fuck me. And he was- "It was Henry, He and Gabriel are a couple now." She explains.

Oh... Fuck... Am I the bad guy in this? Did I almost make a gay guy fuck me? How would I feel if some guy **** himself on Scarlet? Stupid question, I'd beat him to **** with his own dick. Shit. I don't have a dick to beat myself with.

"He seems happy." Trish's voice cuts into my self-destruction. "I don't think he holds anything against you. I think he got why you acted the way you did." She reassures me. How?

"How did you know I was thinking that?" I ask. She couldn't have known that from my face alone.

"Same way I knew you liked dirty talk. I'm your friend. I pay attention." She answers simply. Huh. Is it that simple? But... Then why did no one else do that? Scarlet kinda gets me, but she's got **** in the matter. "See, you let people in, and they surprise you." She chuckles. She did it again. Fuck the 'bonds of friendship,' this shit is mind reading!

"Yeah, then they spend half of the night calling me a slut. Real encouraging." I snarl back at her.

"Aww, but you're my favourite slut!" She laughs.

Huh. Not exactly my preferred title. "Because I'm the only one who'll fuck you?" I clarify.

"I mean, for now, but mostly because you're a slut I like being around." She explains. Thanks. I'll put that on my tombstone. 'Rouge Cray; A slut people liked being around.' "Reminds me, I'm going to check out a place Roz recommended tomorrow evening, there'll be booze, you down?" She asks me.

"I'm going to refer you to rule one." I answer immediately. I know she's not actually asking me on a date, but sometimes you need to fire warning shots.

"Oh shit, sorry, I have a condition where I mean to say 'Hey, want to go to a bar?' and people hear 'Marry me and have my interracial babies.' It's a real issue. Want a pamphlet?" She monologues sarcastically. I have never been more proud of her.

"Aww, you're starting to sound like me!" I state patronisingly. "Yeah, fuck it, why not? Want to invite the lovebirds?" I ask.

Trish pauses to dramatically overthink about this. "Well, it does seem like their type of thing... But that'd mean they have to put on clothes and I don't know if they're at that stage in the relationship." She jokes, but she might have a point, they're more interested in each other's vaginas than on the world outside right now.

"Hmm... We'll invite them next time, if it's any good." I decide. "Speaking of any good...." I continue. As nice as this catch-up has been, my cunt isn't going to fuck itself.

"Ooh, that time already?" Trish smirks. "I seem to remember I made you a promise the other day." A promise? I don't recall...

Oh. That.

"Hang on a minute, I never agreed to that." I point out. "What exactly do I get out of being sodomised?" I know anal's meant to be fun, but I'm not going to be the only one making compromises.

"Well. What if, you got to do the same to me?" Trish offers. A good counter, she knows it won't just be her arse I go for... Fuck, I think she's counting on it. Alright, new experiences aren't a bad thing, I said I'd never fuck a girl, and this seems to be working out.

"Fine." I relent, unzipping my jeans and pulling them down. "But you're eating me out first." I order. I deserve something if I'm about to have 6 inches of plastic **** into my back door.

Trish grins as she removes her polo shirt. "Did you decide to skip underwear today?" The answer is obvious, given I'm not wearing any. Partly I didn't want to ruin any more, partly it was kind of a turn on to go commando.

"It sounds like your tongue is still wagging in your mouth rather than in me, fix that." I tell her. I've been dying for this all day. I've been holding off on touching myself and everything. Trish takes the chance to remove her bra, and kneels in front of the sofa, pulling my hips forward. She starts slow, kissing the inside of my thigh. God fucking damn it. I hate being teased... I'm not gonna rush her though.

Soon enough, her tongue starts doing the real work, running the flat up and down my slit, her breath making me wetter with each motion, before finally penetrating me. Holy shit. This is... Really good. Like, I didn't think oral could feel this good. I pull her face further into my crotch, giving even more leverage for her tongue to enter me.

"That's fucking it. Eat my whore cunt. You're so hot you can make a straight girl come." I moan. I don't know why my dirty talk is so complementary today. Maybe I'm grateful? I don't care right now, because my words seem to make her double her efforts. Her mouth moves up to my clit, bathing me in a warm glow of pleasure. "Oh fuck, Trish, your tongue feels so good." Damn it. I'm meant to be the cruel one.

It's not the only thing that feels good, with her tongue busy with my clitoris her fingers move into my pussy. Fuck me, I've never been fingered during oral. It's a fucking revelation. Trish increases her pace and then maintains it for what I think is about 10 minutes. Fuck. Forget what I said about her stamina. This girl knows how to pace herself. I can feel my orgasm building... And Trish knows it. She keeps up her intensity but uses her other hand to massage another area. My arse. Reminding me what comes next. This should make me nervous, but it just pushes me further over the edge, and soon I can't fight off my screaming orgasm, tightening my thighs around Trish's head.

I take a moment to recuperate, before Trish sits forward to kiss me. Not sure I'll ever get used to kissing girls, but I know the meaning behind this one. To make me taste my own come. Breaking off the kiss, Trish stands up, reaching for her bag.

"You ready?" She asks me. No. But then, that's why I'm doing it, nothing ventured and that bullshit. She retrieves the familiar harness and toy, but to my surprise she hands it to me. "Ladies first." She grins, unzipping her trousers and pulling them down. I'm not sure which of us is the lady in this analogy. I guess both. I pull my t-shirt over my head, I didn't bother with a bra either, I'd just be taking it off anyway. The strap-on's harness takes me a moment to figure out, but soon enough, I'm the Freudian nightmare I always hoped to be.

Trish drops her pants and presents her back end to me. "Dealer's choice." She tells me. Come on. It'd just be cruel to fuck her arse first. That being said, this isn't the way to get dicked for the first time. I stand up and pull her shoulders, leading her onto the sofa. She lays back at and looks at me expectantly.

"I want to see your face when I fuck you." I tell her. Leading to a look of surprise.

"I've used dildos before, this isn't new territory." She points out.

"But you've never had me use one on you." I correct her. That's right. Let me brag about my skill in something I've never tried before. I rub the tip up and down Trish's slit, slowly she becomes more and more wet, until I can feel it glide in. My prediction was right, and Trish's face light up as I start fucking her. It's weird, i can't feel anything, but it feels good. Like I'm feeling a bit of her pleasure. I go slow at first, it is the first time we've done this after all, but quickly I get the hang of it, and increase my pace

Trish's moans escalate with my pace, I decide to mix things up, leaning forward and placing my mouth on her right nipple as I fuck her. The response is... Loud... Her body convulses as I pound her, enjoying every part of my attention. It's hard to get the angle right, but I manage to get my fingers on her clit, rubbing her, completing my three-pronged attack. Trish's arms wrap around my head, pulling me in, as she's hit by a huge orgasm. Her screams echo off of the walls of the den, and her body feels like it's a thousand degrees. As she calms she pulls me in for another kiss. This one, I just think she's enjoying it.

It's time for her to walk the walk. "Now, I'm gonna fuck you in the arse." I inform her, gesturing to turn over.

"There's lube in my bag. Do you mind?" She asks. Seems fair, I'm sure as fuck not gonna let her arse fuck me raw. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a small bottle, pouring some over the dildo, still slick with her juices, and sliding her hand across it to spread it out. Finally she stands and turns, leaning against the sofa. I apply some lube to her waiting arsehole and rub it in. I line up the dildo and slowly push.

The response is immediate. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow." She murmurs, but soon the full 6 inches are in her arse. I'm fucking a girl in the arse. Fuck, that feels powerful. I can see why guys like the idea. I begin thrusting again, slowly, like before, I don't want to hurt her... Too much. Soon the grunts of pain are replaced with those of pleasure. Soon after, there are moans again. "Yes, Rouge, fuck my arsehole." Comes next, and I oblige, slowly building up my pace until I'm hammering her with the same pace I did before. I decide to reach around to her pussy, and begin rubbing her clit like she did to me yesterday.

It seems like Trish's first experience with anal is a positive one, as soon she's groaning to another orgasm, barely able to hold herself up as she gasps in pleasure. As much as I enjoy my role in this... I know what's going to happen next. I remove the harness and hand it to Trish as she recovers from her orgasm.

"You... Are gonna love that." She advises me. "I'm gonna swap the dildo out though, hygiene and that." She adds, rummaging through her bag again. I take advantage of the time to apply lube to my virgin asshole. Fuck, I wish I'd at least tried fingering it before. "You ready?" Trish's voice asks from behind me, as I hear her put down the bottle of lube.

"As I'm gonna be." I answer, honestly. The activity around my back passage is... Weird. I'm not used to it. Certainly not to the mass now pushing against my hole.

OW!

What the fuck? How did Trish make this look easy? Feels like I've got a cactus up there. Is she trying to rip me in half? Wait... Is that all of it? That's... Manageable... Until she starts thrusting, and now I feel like my insides are on fire... I kind of like it. Oh God, I really like it. Wow. That hurts really good. The moans start emerging from my lips. Trish takes this as approval to up her game.

"Yeah, you like that, whore? Being fucked in the arse by a girl?" She growls between thrusts. Oh fuck. I'm being fucked in the arse by a girl. It's not news, but I feel so dirty. I love it.

What happens next is unrelenting, as I feel a second mass line up with the entrance of my pussy. Another dildo? When did she- My stream of thought is cut off, as it pushes inside me, and I feel myself being penetrated twice by Trish. Holy fucking fuck. Why didn't I do this in the threesome? I've never felt anything like this. I feel Trish's hand grab the back of my hair, yanking my head up.

I can't handle this. It's too much. My body erupts with orgasms, two? Three? I can't tell, all I feel is pleasure, and pain, and humiliation, and more pleasure. Minutes? Feels like weeks, when I come to I'm leaning against the sofa again. Holy shit.

"Wow, I've never heard anyone make sounds like that when they come." Trish smirks, the harness removed, now sitting next to me on the sofa.

"Shut up, you've never heard anyone else come before." I correct her, taking my place on the sofa. "Pass me another beer, would you?" I ask her. I feel overheated after all that. Trish obliges, and I crack open the can.

"You know, if someone had just fucked my brains out, possible literally based on how long you sat there, I'd be a bit nicer." She chuckles smugly. Right, like I've ever been described as 'nice.' I check my phone and notice a new message. From Mum.

"Shit." I exclaim. "She never texts me unless it's urgent." I read the bulk of text sent to me, judging by the fact it doesn't have my name in it and says 'you two' I'm guessing she sent it to Jasper as well.

"Everything alright?" Trish asks with a concerned face.

"Scarlet... Came out." I answer. "She told Mum, and now there's a big deal about a family dinner tomorrow... I didn't know she was planning on telling her... or that Jasper knew." I admit. What happened to no more solo runs, why didn't she ask me to help?

Why doesn't she need me?