Cheat Days Ch. 03

"You look lovely," she said. I moaned as she started to suck my skin, pulses running through me.

I hadn't put on the matching panties or the stockings or anything. So Eve found it a simple matter to cup my pussy from behind, and start pushing a finger inside me. I leaned forward, planting my hands on the mirror, and moaned as she started sliding in and out of my soaked lips.

Eve kissed and nibbled at my neck, sucking and drawing spirals on it with her tongue. Her finger thrust in and out of my wet core, and I just stood there and shuddered. I bit my lip to keep from moaning, not sure how well sound carried in the dressing rooms, or if there were people nearby. That made it hotter. Another dirty secret, taking place perhaps just a few feet from ordinary people going about their day. The idea made me so wet.

A whimper escaped my lips and Eve started to thrust faster, adding a second finger. She had to push hard, to get past my tight resistance, so I spread my legs to help her. She was finger-fucking me in the dressing room of a lingerie store! Maybe "slut" was an apt term after all.

I bit back a moan at the thought, arching my head back to watch her in the mirror. She smiled, and started to thrust her hand faster. I groaned to see the pleased expression on her face. Then I let out a gasp, despite all my attempts to be quiet, as her thumb teased between my buttocks and grazed over my sphincter. The light touch sent a shock up my spine.

"AH!"

Eve smirked again and kept thrusting, with her thumb between my cheeks rubbing against my ass. Another little note for her mental file, I thought to myself. How did she know more about me than I did? How could she keep peeling past my layers like this?

I shook as I started to cum. Before I could moan too loudly, she reached around with her other hand and covered my mouth. It was a depraved, sexy sight in the mirror: my head tilted back, her hand over my mouth, my body shaking as I shook and trembled with orgasm.

Her fingers twisted and thrust and plunged into my sopping wet pussy. Eve fingered me to orgasm, and I just shivered and moaned into her hand. I had lost track of how many times I orgasmed that day. I felt feverish with it.

Eventually the waves of pleasure subsided. She let go of my mouth and I hung my head down to catch my breath. Eventually I could think, and breathe. I turned around. Eve pushed her fingers into my mouth, backing me against the mirror.

I moaned as her fingers invaded my lips. Her other hand curled in my hair, pulling me deeper on her fingers. She was thrusting. I wasn't 'just sucking, she was fucking my mouth. I could taste my pussy juices, feel her pumping her hand, I moaned around her fingers as my saliva dribbled down the thrusting digits. I looked into her eyes and saw the lust, the passion there. It made me so horny.

I felt a panicky rush, as she fucked my mouth, her fingers twisting in my hair. I was hers. Her plaything. She was making me, but I was letting her... I couldn't stop her. I was helpless. Not that she was raping me, not that she was forcing me, but helpless in the sense that I liked her control. I wanted her to be this rough, make me do it, use my mouth. What the fuck was wrong with me?

I didn't care. I just wanted more. I wrapped my hands around her wrist, and instead of tugging her hand away from my mouth, pumped towards it. I urged her on, and Eve grinned at my response. She fucked my mouth with her fingers, making me a drooly mess, and I helped her. I moaned as I sucked and slurped, bobbing up and down her extended digits eagerly. Enthusiastically.

She leaned against me, her cheek against my cheek, her lips against my ear.

"I really want to see what you look like when you suck cock," she whispered. I mewled around her fingers. That was a depraved idea. I'd never done that before.

There was a lot I'd never done before today. What else was she going to teach me?

***

We left the lingerie store with a bagful of purchases, added to Eve's collection. I kept my eyes down the whole way out, sure that someone had heard something, certain that if I looked up I would see the saleswoman or the customers whispering about me. I know that rationally it was unlikely, but I had been acting so wanton all day that my conscience was trying to invent brakes, ways to shame me into stopping. The terrible part was that I didn't want to stop.

Eve led the way through a few other shops, and stopped at the food court to buy me a bottle of water. Eventually we were back at the car, and she put the bags in the trunk before we got in.

"Thank you," I started to say.

Before I could get it out, though, she had tugged me close and was kissing me, deep and hard. Her mouth was so hungry against mine, and soon her fingers were inside my pussy again. She was fingering me in the parking lot! I bucked my hips, feeling my wet walls slide along her thrusting fingers, her thumb on my clit, making me shiver and moan, our tongues wrestling. Fuck!

I moaned and whimpered against her passionate kisses, panting as we made out like horny teens in a car. My wet cunt squeezed her fingers deep, making them slick. I shuddered and moaned and gave myself to her.

"You are such a treasure," she said against my lips. Eve pulled away, smoothed out her hair in the mirror, and then turned the key to start the car.

I leaned back in my seat, trying to catch my breath.

"Ready for dinner?" she said casually, backing us out of the space. I nodded, dumbly, barely able to think.

Eve drove, and I tried to compose myself. We seemed insatiable. What other boundaries was she going to push today? It boggled my mind that it was still the same day. So much had happened since that momentous morning. It seemed like a lifetime. I was a different person then.

We didn't drive that long. The mall was the fancy one, uptown, not the one I had used for years, the one with the Walmart and the crappy stores. Now we were in the nice part of town, with the classy lamp-posts and walkways, instead of the usual streetlights and sidewalks. Eve parked the car and I realized she had taken us to the most expensive restaurant in town. I'd never been there in my life.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "It's too much."

"It's my treat," she insisted.

"That's what's too much. You've already done a lot," I protested.

"Come on," she laughed. "You'll like it."

I got out of the car after she did. I wasn't going to sit in there like some petulant child. But I didn't stop my protest.

"I'm afraid that I'll like it. I think I'm acquiring some costly tastes today," I said. "You're like this sexy fairy godmother."

Eve chuckled. "So you think it might all end at midnight, Cinderella?"

I shrugged. It sounded silly out loud.

"Well, maybe Cinderella would have had a better time if I was her fairy godmother," Eve said. "Though she did have good taste in shoes. Next time we go shopping, we'll have to get you shoes."

I blushed. "So you're planning a next time?"

"Shouldn't I?"

The thought was alarming. This being a one-time thing was bad enough. The prospect of something ongoing... it implied relationship. Intimacy. What was worse? Having a lesbian one-night (one whole day!) stand, or a lesbian affair? Either way, I had cheated. If it became a relationship, though, did that make it better or worse? On the one hand, I wasn't just randomly slutty, I was in a relationship. But on the other, a relationship might mean I was gay. That I hadn't just been experimenting. Either way, though, it meant my marriage wasn't healthy.

"I would like that," I said, without thinking any further. She nodded, and we headed inside.

We approached the host, who stood at a podium thing, and Eve leaned over to speak with him. They shook hands, and I'm sure it was probably that classy "money exchange" handshake you see in movies and TV, because he checked his seating chart and found us a very private booth off in one corner. The plush seat went around the table in a U, and Eve had us both sit so we were facing the open side. Beside each other, where we could see the restaurant but no one could easily see us.

I was very aware of Eve's thigh against mine, our bare skin touching, as she ordered for us from the cute waitress, a redhead with curly locks pulled back in a messy ponytail. Once she was off to fetch us wine, Eve's hand drifted to my leg, teasing her fingers along my skin.

"You're going to orgasm me to death," I whispered to her.

"We can stop," she teased. "Do you want me to stop?"

I bit my lip and then shook my head. "But maybe it should be your turn instead of mine?"

Eve smiled. "That's sweet. But you're still taking off the training wheels. And I get the sense I'm making up for months of neglect. Your poor pussy deserves some attention."

"I'm afraid you'll wear her out, like a bike that hasn't been on the road in years and the chain is all rusty," I admitted.

"Years?" Eve raised an eyebrow. I realized that she'd said "months," and in the very next breath I'd upped the ante. While I was making an analogy, she'd made a connection. My cheeks flushed.

"Don't tell me that it's been years since you've had sex," Eve said, her tone more serious when I didn't answer.

I looked away. In my mind's eye, I felt like I looked like a cartoon character, trying to whistle innocently when caught in a mistake. I tried not to giggle.

"Mal," Eve said emphatically. "Look at me."

I glanced her way, feeling heat in my cheeks, squirming. "Yes, Eve?"

"When's the last time you had sex?"

"Well, the twins had their fourth birthday this spring, and it's almost July... This is a Saturday... So if I do the math..."

"Mallory." Eve's voice was almost stern.

"Almost five years?" I said, wiggling my fingers on the tablecloth and trying to make it sound casual.

Eve tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. I think she gritted her jaw for a second, and then took a deep breath. I felt my skin start to tingle, she seemed so intense.

"Is that bad?" I asked, playing dumb.

"You... he..." Eve seemed at a loss for words. "You mean to tell me that... What the hell?"

I tapped the table with my fingertips nervously, playing an imaginary piano, and badly. "We were both really busy, and out of shape, and then I got pregnant, and I'd miscarried before so he was too careful, and I got fat because twins..."

Eve sat back in the booth, looking a little stunned. She stared into space for a long moment that I made more awkward by becoming incredibly silent, and staring at my hands on the tablecloth.

"We need to go," Eve said, looking over at me.

"But food is coming."

"To hell with the food. We need to get you home, now."

"Now? Why?"

"You need a good fucking."