SSMM Ch19

Ava climbs onto the bed, resisting the urge to laugh. This feels like high school, in a weird way.

Cristy stays as she is, pitifully.

Karina makes an exaggerated frowny face.

“Look, uh, Cristy.” Ava rolls her eyes. “I’m sorry that I popped off in there. Well, no. I’m not. I’m not sorry. But I know that it wasn’t super sensitive to you. And I want you to know that I’m aware of that, and that I do feel bad about causing problems for you, because that’s not what I was trying to do.”

Karina looks impressed.

“My therapist taught me that one,” Ava whispers to her.

Karina gives a thumbs up.

Cristy groans into her pillow.

“C’mon,” Karina says. “Won’t it be more fun to make a show about hot MILFs like you?”

“I’m not even thirty,” Cristy mumbles. She wiggles in annoyance, then says several curse words. It’s pretty cute.

Ava can only look at Karina. Amusement. Arousal. A little surprise at the arousal, certainly. Ava has the distinct impression that while Karina was quick to let her elation turn to libido, she didn’t come here looking for action, nor did she have any feelings about Cristy. But this turn of events and maybe seeing this side of Cristy is changing that.

Cristy takes another drink from her bottle, blushing a little. She puts Cristy’s skirt back into place, at least mostly covering things up.

“You want a drink?”

“No.”

“You want to talk about what’s wrong?” Ava asks.

“I’m so mad,” Cristy moans.

“At me?”

“No.”

“Tell us about it,” Karina says, gently rubbing Cristy’s back.

“Mmmm.” Cristy says into her pillow. “Actually, gimme.” Her hand feels around blindly. Karina kindly puts the bottle in it, and Cristy turns her head enough to take a couple of gulps. Then, she gives the bottle back and presses her face against the pillow.

Ava and Karina sit there with her.

Finally, Karina takes a deep breath. “Sometimes people need some space.”

“Yeah.”

Karina gets on her knees and faces Ava. She curls a finger. Ava mimics her position and leans in so Karina can whisper.

“But you remember that stuff about being my knight in shining armor, right?”

“You did mention that,” Ava giggles; it’s hard not to be sucked into Karina’s playful energy.

Karina takes Ava’s chin and looks into her eyes.

“It works like the princess has to reward you with a kiss right? That is a whole thing. Right?”

“You’re the princess?”

“I’m drunk and I’m celebrating. Close enough. Pucker up, Lancelot.”

Ava has taken a literature class.

“Isn’t he a homewrecker who like fucking ruined the country or some shit?” she whispers.

Karina kisses her on the mouth.

Ava doesn’t think. Her hands are on Karina’s face and in her hair, and her lips and tongue know how to take care of themselves. Doing the right thing back there? This messy evening has already blue balled Ava past reasonable limits, and all of this only exhilarates her more, waking things up inside that she doesn’t usually think about.

Karina’s confident yet tender, but Ava is hungry. She is an active participant, pulling Karina closer and deepening the kiss.

Even if she had room in her brain for logical thought, it would not surprise her when she feels Karina’s hands messing with her top. Karina’s not the first woman who has wanted to get her hands on Ava’s boobs, and she probably won’t be the last. The top isn’t coming off; that would mean stopping this kissing, so Karina just pulls it up enough to expose Ava’s breasts to the air. Then she doesn’t know what she wants. She squeezes them, weighs them, caresses them, and the jolt between Ava’s legs when Karina gently touches her plump nipples hits harder than expected.

Ava gasps and takes a shuddering breath. She’s not active now; Karina’s tongue is in her mouth, and Karina pinches and tugs.

“Hey. Hey. Let’s go somewhere,” Ava breathes in Karina’s ear.

“Shhh.”

Karina’s hand gets Ava’s skirt out of the way and slides into her underwear.

Ava holds her tighter. Karina is an angel sent from heaven; she doesn’t tease, and she doesn’t try to show off some masterful fingerwork. Finding Ava soaking down there, she just keeps her hand flat and rubs a swift up and down until Ava makes a noise that she isn’t proud of.

Karina holds her close as all the tension in her body concentrates, then drains away with a wave of ecstasy that’s good enough to compete with ****. Karina doesn’t seem to mind hugging a soft, quivering body with one hand trapped between two sodden thighs. She plants a little smooch on Ava’s tear-streaked cheek.

All of that happened directly over Cristy, who is now on her back with one hand busy in her underwear. Ava dazedly recovers while Karina beams down at Cristy.

“Shut up,” Cristy says huskily.

“You shut up.” Karina lets go of Ava, who falls to the bed beside Cristy.

Karina pulls Cristy’s hand out and firmly moves it aside, replacing it with her own. Cristy hisses and writhes. The moan that she lets out is too sexy. Ava just came, but she knows how to party. She kisses Cristy hard while Karina fingers her.

Cristy’s orgasm is quieter than Ava’s, but a little more dramatic with her jerking and kicking her legs.

Ava finally lets her breathe. Karina shakes off her wet hand and flops to rest her sore wrist.

The bed is big enough for the three of them in their disheveled FUTA Tennis uniforms.

“I just,” Cristy says after a while, staring at the ceiling. Karina has snuggled up to her a bit. “Seeing her like that. And the wife. I mean, even knowing everything she’s done, I know if we were alone…” She snorts. “I’d fold. Like just now.”

“Mmm hmm,” Karina murmurs into her neck.

Cristy snorts. Then she takes a big breath, eyes still fixed on the ceiling.

“I could go to sleep like this,” she admits.

“You mean with two younger women in your bed?” Ava asks, sitting up.

“Shush. God. Ugh.” Cristy laughs. Her hand finds Ava’s. “You should stay. I mean, if you want to.”

She does. But it’s not that late yet. Ava reluctantly climbs out of bed, leaving the two contented tennis players behind. She decides not to bother with the maid uniform; it’s too much work. She’ll have to change out of her rumpled tennis uniform, which now reeks of pussy. She doesn’t care; she feels a lot better.

Still, she’s been MIA and she has obligations. Of those obligations, the ones that matter the most to her at the moment are to Viv and Jane.

Find Viv?

Or find Jane?