Good Girls Go to Heaven Ch. 02

"Come on. Let's have some dinner."

Taking her by the hand, he led her further into the living room and then to a small dining area. Fragrant red taper candles burned in a wrought iron holder and a matching cloth draped the table. Two place settings were meticulously arranged, and he led her to a chair, pulling it out for her to sit down.

"How did your article turn out?" Christie asked, feeling the need to make casual conversation in the hopes that it would distract her libido. Jacob turned down the music, the current song full of melodic guitars and entrancing vocals.

"Pretty well I'd say," She watched him enter the kitchen for a moment before returning with a bottle of wine and a couple glasses. "Did you have sweet dreams? You were out like Sleeping Beauty when I left."

"I don't remember."

"Really?"

Jacob uncorked the wine and poured them each a glass, then brought out the curry. Their eyes met as he served her first, and he offered a knowing smile before moving away to spoon some of the spicy rice dish onto his own plate.

"You look beautiful when you're sleeping." He stated, raising his fork to take a bite. "I had to exercise great restraint when I got out of bed. It was just so tempting to bend over, kiss you, and see where things went from there. Especially if you don't remember what happened in them. We'll have to work on making sure they're so sweet they linger for days."

"Are you always such a flirt?" Christie laughed, admiring the effect of flickering candle flames on his face. "I'm a heavy sleeper. Don't sell yourself short. I had a wonderful night."

"Well then, here's to another wonderful night." Jacob raised his glass in a toast and she gently raised hers, the two meeting with a soft chime of crystal.

"To another wonderful night."

Conversation began to flow more naturally as they ate, and Christie found herself relaxing with a little help from the wine and Jacob's witty sense of humor. She was so comfortable in fact that she finished her dinner; something she rarely did in front of a date.

"How do you feel about Mayan chocolate ice cream?" Jacob asked, peering into the freezer. "I fell asleep during French pastry class in school." Christie laughed, getting to her feet to carry the dinner plates into the kitchen.

"That's one of my favorite flavors." She beamed, putting down the plates then walking behind him to slip her arms around his waist. "Amber and I-"

A brisk knock at the door startled Christie and she jumped, her breasts pressing against Jacob's back.

"Just a minute." He said, pecking her cheek and making his way to the door as another burst of knocking began. "Hello Sophie. I didn't think you'd be up before dark."

"I told you I'd bring you a ticket to my exhibition today. And low and behold, it's still today, so here I am." A sultry voice replied from the hall, and Jacob smiled with amusement as he stepped back, allowing the owner of the voice entry.

When the lady stepped into the dimly lit living room, Christie knew that she had been more than just a casual acquaintance. Sophie was Jacob's female alter ego down to the piercings and hair color. Though her hair was very long with a soft wave to it, and her body was enviably curvaceous. She had bright blue almond shaped eyes with sculpted cheekbones, a fine little nose, and darkly painted lips that looked positively luscious against her fair skin. Dressed in a red blouse with black jacket and skirt, it was clear she tried her best to conform to proper business attire as long as one could overlook the brow piercing, sparkling diamond nose stud, and several silver hoops that curved around her left earlobe. Her long hair concealed the right.

"Christie? This is my friend Sophie. She works for the art gallery downtown. Sophie? This is Christie."

Sophie's hand was pale and warm, and she gave Christie a firm enough handshake without trying to be too assertive or matter of fact.

"A pleasure to meet you." Sophie smiled, the look softening her features a bit and making them less dramatic. "Anyone who can live through Jacob's ridiculously spicy curry is a friend of mine. We can swap survivor stories from the time I was dumb enough to try his Thai food."

"I'm really feeling the love, Sophie." Jacob laughed, returning to dishing up dessert as Sophie took Christie's hand, leading her in to sit on the lush crimson velvet sofa.

"I'm sorry to barge in on the two of you." Sophie apologized, running a hand through the lustrous black curtain of her hair, pushing the soft waves back over her shoulders. The gesture only amplified her considerable cleavage and Christie noticed she wore a lovely cameo pendant. "I had no idea Jacob would have company. He never tells me anything."

"If you'd stop talking long enough to listen, I'd tell you more." Jacob retorted with a smile, bringing in two small bowls of ice cream for the ladies, and then returning with his wine.

"Well if you'd told me you had a guest over, I would have brought more tickets. I'll just bring you another the next time I stop by."

"Thanks for the warming." Jacob smirked.

Christie sat back against the sofa not exactly sure how to insert herself into the conversation. The familiarity between these two was fun to observe, but her thoughts were primarily on how badly she wanted him to come ravage her where she sat. Unable to help but smile, she was astounded by the depths of carnal hunger that assailed her body and mind.

"Where did you meet?"

The question was directed at Christie, who hurriedly cleared her head to answer Sophie.

"At the Greek festival down town."

"I missed it this year." Sophie sighed. "I had to stay late at the gallery. But I usually make it a point to try and attend. There's always next year."

"How did the two of you meet?" Christie asked in what she hoped would sound like a casual tone. But she already had a very good idea how the two met, thinking of Jacob's nipple ring and the explanation he gave for how it got there.

"We went to school together," Jacob replied as he sipped his wine. "I met her in my philosophy class and got to know her when she was working at a tattoo parlor. She did all of mine except my ankh."

"I had to pay for college somehow." Sophie smiled, gesturing to Jacob. "He has a body modification addiction, I think."

"They are beautiful," Christie blushed, recalling all the ink on her lover's skin as she'd helped him strip. "Do you have any of your own?"

"Oh yes. I've got a lot. Kyle, my friend at the shop, did a lot of them for free. I've got one that's my favorite. Here..."

Sophie got to her feet and slipped off her jacket. Then, without a pause, she unbuttoned her blouse, unfastened her bra, and tossed both items on the sofa as she whirled to show Christie her back, brushing her hair aside. Extending from her right shoulder blade and curving down to her narrow waist, a slender black dragon entwined with a long stemmed red rose. The detailing was exquisite and Christie couldn't help staring at the contrast of her porcelain skin with the dark ink.

"Wow. That's gorgeous." She breathed, taking a bite of her ice cream. "It almost makes me want one." Sophie turned toward her, pointing to her navel and tugging down the hem of her skirt. The woman's firm full breasts with their pale nipples held Christie's eyes. Feeling her face grow even redder, she lowered her eyes to the small pair of cherries attached by their stems just above the band of Sophie's skirt.

"Well if you ever want one, I can hook you up. I have a friend who does great work. This was my first. I got it when I was fourteen. My boyfriend did body mods and I thought it would be cute." She laughed nervously, pulling up her skirt.

Christie got to her feet to go pick up her own glass of wine, returning to the sofa as Sophie put on her bra. Jacob sat in his wing-backed chair, watching the two women with a distant expression in his eyes, his glass nearly empty. There was an enigmatic look in Christie's gray eyes, and from the determined set of her shoulders, Jacob guessed whatever she was pondering wasn't in keeping with her innocent personality and demure disposition.

"Excuse me." Christie said, finishing her wine in a rather unladylike series of sips. "Jacob? Where's your bathroom?"

"This way." He got up, taking her hand and leading her through the dining room and down a short hall.

"Are you all right? You're blushing, princess." Christie's eyes were wide and a little distant as she offered a tenuous smile.

"It must be the curry." She declared, looking up into his eyes.

"The curry," Jacob repeated softly, gently pulling her into the darkened room. Without warning, he caught her by the shoulders, pushing her up against the wall next to the door, his mouth finding hers to indulge in her wine flavored kiss.

Holding Christie was like holding a live wire. She writhed and wiggled against him with desperate need, her tongue parrying with his briefly before boldly challenging his tongue as she pushed hers into his mouth, her breath almost as rapid as her heartbeat. The fluid silk of her dress moved enticingly over her hot flesh, and when he cupped her ass to pull it close to his stiff cock, she moaned with avarice. Cool fingertips tangled in his hair, her nails gently raking down his back, driving a shiver throughout his body.

"I know you like me to be totally honest about what I want. Right at this very second, I want you so badly," Christie whispered urgently against his ear, her breasts pressed against his chest. The pressure against her painfully erect nipples was delicious. "I don't care if we have to hurry, Jacob. I need you so much right now." Hot kisses burned their way down her throat as Jacob squeezed her tight, inhaling her perfume and intoxicated by the softness of her skin.

"Mmm, baby doll. I'll have to make curry more often." She frantically kissed his smiling lips as she slid further along the wall until her ass bumped the countertop.

Blindly shoving aside a couple bottles, Christie paused, lifting her skirt to shove her black bikini panties down. They tangled around one of her shoes and she hurriedly kicked them off. In the faint light, she could see the same fierce desire in Jacob's eyes as he stepped closer to stand between her splayed thighs. She wasn't sitting high enough to make fucking here a practicality, but that could wait.

Their eyes locked and her heart raced as she felt a fingertip push against her wet folds. Another joined it. The delicious pressure of two fingers easing inside her was enough to make her shiver. Still holding his gaze, Christie let out a trembling sigh as his other hand caressed her thigh for a moment before his index finger glided over her clit, her slippery secretions making the sensation more delicious.

Neither one thought about Sophie at that moment. They were so intent on looking into one another's eyes, even as they began to kiss, that she was able to approach the bathroom totally unnoticed. Standing near the linen closet, she was at just the right angle to see Jacob's back and Christie's legs extending on either side of his hips. With a knowing smile, she walked silently back to the dining room to bring the bottle of wine to the coffee table. Then, she went into the kitchen, opening the pantry to find another. Jacob was always well stocked with wine. Being his lover for a year and a half had allowed Sophie to know not only which positions and acts he preferred above all others, but mundane details like his favorite variety of wine or preference for strawberry jam over grape. With a mischievous smile, she carried another unopened bottle of wine and corkscrew back into the living room, and then sat down to finish her ice cream and wait.

Christie worked her hips as she fucked Jacob's fingers, her eyes closed. Surrendering completely to the amazing sensation of pressure against a certain part of her tight pussy, she had never known such a strange and intense form of stimulation, though his ability to make something so simple as fingering feel so damned good didn't surprise Christie in the least. It was acute and almost frightening, and when combined with the rapid strokes he gave her clit, she was all but whimpering against his chest, her arms locked tightly around his neck.

"You're so sweet, Christie..." Jacob murmured, kissing her hair. "So tight and so sweet. I can't wait to push my cock inside you."

With a gasp, Christie bit his pierced nipple through his shirt as she came, her muscles contracting rapidly around his fingers as she bathed them in a torrent of her hot nectar. He moaned through closed lips, fucking her hard with his hands until her orgasm subsided. The kiss she gave him was more languorous now that her immediate need had been staunched, and he kissed her with even more need than before, slowly withdrawing his fingers and lips as she slid down to her feet, bending to pick up her panties.

Sophie had turned up the music and was peering out the window at the golden sunset, the sky clear from clouds and the sunlight shimmering in the many puddles and pools left by the storm. When Christie returned to the living room to take a seat on the sofa, Sophie tried to hide a knowing smile.

"I love your dress." She began as she crossed the room to sit by the blonde. Sunlight reflected the brilliant gold of Christie's hair and illuminated the contrast of the black dress and her fair skin. "It looks really nice on you."

"Thank you." Christie replied, pouring herself another glass of wine. "I like your outfit too."

The girls made idle chatter for a few minutes until Jacob returned, immediately helping himself to more wine. He desperately wanted a cigarette, but thought that would only make their mutual absence more obvious to Sophie, who was too clever and probably already knew what they'd been doing. The surprise visit from his friend and former lover didn't seem to bother Christie at all. The two sat talking and finishing their ice cream while they sipped their wine, flitting from topic to topic as if they'd known each other for years.

A soft smile in her dancing gray eyes told Jacob Christie hadn't forgotten why she had originally come over. She was probably enjoying the build up of tension, unaware that his cock had remained rock hard since their bathroom encounter and showed no signs of flagging.

They were into their third bottle of wine by the time night fell dark and impenetrable over the city. Sophie and Christie were discussing painters and their art preferences, and somewhere within the last half an hour, Jacob became aware of Sophie's subtle attempts at seducing his lover.

Christie kicked off her heels and now sat with her feet curled under her as she leaned against the sofa, her expression one of interest as Sophie recounted a recent trip to Paris.

"I can't believe you got to stay there for so long! How did you afford it?" Christie asked, blinking in surprise.

"I had a friend there and we just worked in the tourist stuff around our stay together."

"How romantic! Did you kiss him at the top of the Eiffel Tower?"

"Yes. Audrey took me there the day I arrived. She had so much energy... I don't think we ever just spent a day in her flat."

"Oh." Christie was taken aback, lowering her eyes as she blushed. "Sorry. I presumed..."

"No problem." Sophie consoled as she laid a hand over Christie's for an instant. "You know us artsy types. Living for experience and all that. I don't really prefer one sex over the other. To me, it's like asking if I'd rather have wine or champagne. They're both delicious in different ways." A spark of realization flickered briefly in Christie's eyes, but then she gently shook her head, lifting her glass to take a sip.

"It took us hours when dining out because Sophie can't make up her mind about anything. Even what she wants at a restaurant." Jacob said, getting up from his chair to join the girls on the sofa. He sat beside Christie, who moved closer to Sophie to make room.

**

Multifarious topics came and went, but as the hour grew late, Christie had settled against Jacob's side. They exchanged stolen kisses as Sophie excused herself for a moment, and though the wine relaxed her, Christie couldn't resist Jacob's hand as it slid up her side to palm her breast through her dress. Lost in the sweetness of his mouth, she willingly fell into his embrace, not caring when he reached up to pull the pins from her hair. It cascaded over his arms as he held her close, the intoxicating floral bouquet of her perfume only adding to the sensory overload Christie's body caused.

The music lent itself to the dreamy atmosphere, and Jacob's kiss grew more charged as he began to lay Christie back on the sofa. Just as he did, the cushion behind Christie shifted and she fell back against Sophie. When a second set of arms reached up to cradle her against the warmth and softness of a full bosom, Christie broke the kiss to gaze first into Jacob's eyes, and then tilt her head to look up into the brunette's face.

"You're so beautiful," Sophie whispered, stroking Christie's cheek. "I won't touch you if you don't want. But I'd really love to watch or just hold you if you'd let me."

"There you go trying to steal away my girl, Sophie." Jacob's smile was soft as he tightened his arms around Christie. "Trouble on heels. Just like old times."

Sophie offered an appealing pout. Christie's mind raced and she tried to figure out how things had changed from a cozy conversation to laying in another woman's arms. But though the logical part of her mind tried through its inhibited capacity to dissect the situation, it was rapidly being shoved aside by the demanding sensualist that longed to take over.

"Did you plan this little scheme Jacob? Or was it just coincidence that your bisexual friend just happened to stop by?" Sophie nuzzled Christie's brow.

"Nope. I had no idea he had company. But when I saw you... Well I was definitely jealous of Jacob."

"I can't believe the last two days of my life." Christie sighed torn between confusion and the anticipation of new experience as she closed her eyes. "Damn it. What have you done to me?" A soft laugh from him as she closed her eyes.

"Not everything I'd like to do. Well yet, anyway."

The golden glow of candlelight and exotic perfume of incense only served to set a sensually charged atmosphere. Sophie slipped out from behind Christie to undress as Jacob pulled her dress up and off then took off her panties. She wasn't wearing a bra under the dress given its cut and low back. Her unbound breasts were so pert and beautiful. Jacob longed to spend minutes just kissing them alone. He hurriedly undressed as well, settling on top of her to kiss and suck her nipples as she closed her eyes, tracing her fingertips up and down his spine.

"Come here, Christie." Sophie whispered, resuming her position behind the blonde, laying back on some large throw pillows then cradling Christie's back against her breasts, her legs stretching out on either side of the blonde's shapely hips.

"I want to be inside you so much." Jacob murmured, kissing Christie's throat. "Do you want that, angel?"

"Yes." Christie breathed, feeling one of Sophie's hands slide up over her shoulder to gently pinch her right nipple. Her other hand slid down Christie's back, the intent very obvious. "I want you to fuck me, Jacob. Please." She brought her lips to his and wrapped her fingertips around the hot hard length of his cock as Sophie's mouth sought the tender skin below Christie's left ear.

"You're such a naughty little angel..." Jacob breathed. "Lay still."

Jacob parted Christie's legs, placing one up along the back of the sofa as he leaned into her, kissing her nipples while the head of his cock pushed, hot and insistent, inside her drenched pussy. Christie winced, Sophie shushing her as the three gave in to urgent kisses and frantic pleasure.