It Ended with a Pillow

This is a continuation of another quick piece titled 'It Started with a Pillow'. It's less than a page and an easy read. I'd recommend you read that first. To those who asked for a second part I really appreciate the kind words, and here you go!

A lot of people have asked me for better physical descriptions of the characters, but I've decided to be vague for most aspects and leave the rest up to your imaginations. Enjoy!

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The only time I had met Alison Duncan in the past was also the first time Natalie had met her. It was at another party, and some friend of a friend introduced her to Natalie and me. The three of us had spoken for a solid ten minutes. I remember her being interesting, but very, very intimidating. I also remember thinking Natalie was looking at the beautiful woman a little too much, peeving my jealousy bones, but I shunned the idea for being silly. Oops.

So when the tall blonde bombshell's face wasn't angry, or irritated, or even sad, it was even more intimidating. She was just observant. Nat and I were frozen, sitting back on our heels as she looked at us.

Alison bit her thumb as if she was thinking. Then she did something truly frightening. She started laughing.

"That's how I know you," she laughed, "Rose, right?."

"I..." I tried to speak, but Alison held up her hand and said,

"Don't you worry little girl, I get it, no need to explain."

Little girl? That was...odd. I'm the same age as Nat. Unless she was trying to offend me, in which case, what the hell? She's the one who stole my girlfriend. She's the one who went all high school on my life.

I was about to say something, but she approached the bed and I got scared again. She must have been six feet tall, a good head taller than me.

She went around to Nat's side of the bed. Her dress was bright red and tight against her body. It stretched with every step of her legs.

Nat looked at Alison with what could only be described as fear. And then I saw why.

Alison reached her hand out and took Nat by the curly hair, tugging her away from the bed. Nat dropped her pillow on the bed and was forced over to a chair, yelping in pain. Alison pushed her down and said, "Don't move." The voice was so strangely kind that the words were almost more frightening.

Alison moved over to the bed now. I was frozen in place by fear. She crawled up gracefully, her shoes falling off, stepping with her knees towards me.

Her finger lifted my chin up to meet her crystal blue eyes.

"Take off your shirt."

"What?" I asked rhetorically, "No!" I started to crawl off the bed but Alison held my arm firmly and pulled me back in front of her. Her hands went to my collar, and slowly started undoing my buttons. I was about to knock her hand away, but then, I saw Nat. And I'm not proud of the feelings that arose.

She was sitting alone in that chair, so sad to see me and Alison on the bed together. She looked hurt. Alone.

And I felt good.

Nat was feeling what I'd been feeling. She could know my hurt. So I stayed. I stayed in place. And Alison unbuttoned my buttons, opening my shirt, but leaving it on.

"Oh," she said, turning her neck slightly to indicate she was talking to Nat, "a front clasp, just like you like it." With a snap on my chest, my small breasts were freed. My brown nipples poking out from the small, tanned, oval of flesh.

Alison's hands didn't touch them yet though. She took her hands an put them on my cheeks, then snaked them up into my hair to hold a fistful firmly, but not painfully. She slowly pulled to bring my head up to to look at her face. Her gaze was hypnotic. My eyes stayed open looking at her, even when she started descending her face to mine, only closing at first contact.

Her lips were big, soft, and sweet. She wasted no time in slowly, extremely slowly, pushing her tongue down into my mouth, my only option to accept it with my own and dance with it lightly. It was so commanding, yet gentle.

Out lips continued to mesh together, opening and closing, tongues entering and exiting. Her hands traced up my stomach and reached my breasts. Her tender squeeze made me sigh with pleasure into her mouth. All I could bring my hands to do was rest on her waist.

Alison sucked up and down on my tongue a few times, making me melt, before finally backing away from our long make-out session.

She backed away, off the bed, and stood there for a moment, before pulling her dress off.

Now, Natalie and I, we have nice bodies I suppose. Not perfect though. Her stomach isn't perfectly flat, my butt isn't ideally rounded, there are little imperfections here and there.

But Alison truly looked like she stepped out of Victoria's Secret catalog when her dress came off. Every inch was the right curve, the right complexion, the right everything. Seriously, just imagine the perfect body, and that was Alison. It was almost unappealing how perfect it was, almost. No cuteness, just pure, unadulterated, hot. It made me remember that I hate her.

I started walking with my knees off the bed towards the woman, now standing only in her bra and underwear. My resolve started returning to just leave, but, when I got to the edge of the bed, she bent over and took my nipple into her mouth.

There was something so provocative, so sexy about having such a powerful woman leaning down to suck on me. Having what felt like control over this dreadful human being that had caused me so much pain. And it was the first real human attention my chest had felt in so long, I let out a long, loud sigh. She put my nipple between her lips and pulled it until it naturally snapped back into place.

"Mmph," I let out, and she kept playing with it as she pulled my skirt away from my body.

When she had her share, Alison went to her knees, still below me. She reached up and grabbed my favorite pillow from the bed and threw it into Nat's lap, before moving a foot rest right in front of Nat's chair and having my ex put her legs wide, around the long foot rest.

Alison took my hand as she laid down, the back of her head on the pillow in Nat's lap, her body extended along the long foot rest.

Then it got worse. Or better. Depending on how you look at it really.

Alison pulled my hand so I would go towards her. I looked at Nat, who still just looked upset watching the scene play out. Eventually I had to accept where this was going.

I put my knees down on the pillow. The only area they fit made it so that between them was Alison's head, and on the outside of them were Nat's legs. Alison reached up and squeezed my ass while I looked into Nat's eyes.

"Watch carefully Natalie," Alison said, "maybe you can learn some things."

And with that she pulled on my ass, lowering me to her face.

"Ahhh," I moaned out quickly, as the first thing I felt was her tongue go deep inside me. I looked at Nat, who was trying not to watch.

Alison's tongue made it's way around, in and out, up and down, I bit my lip hard to stifle moans but they came out all the same. I couldn't help leaning forward and holding onto Nat as her new girlfriend ate me out. Well...that's a sentence I never thought I'd write.

Leaning forward had Alison's nose on my clit, and it drove me wild. I started moving my lower half against Alison's face slowly, as I hugged Nat's neck close to me, the side of my face against hers. Alison took Nat's hands and placed them up on my breasts as I did this. She squeezed Nat's hands, making Nat's hands squeeze my breasts. It was delicious.

"Oh wow," I whispered. Nat seemed to accept her role now, and played with my breasts without Alison's help. Alison, for her part, took my ass in her hands and pushed and pulled, urging me to rock on her face more. So I did. My clit hit her harder as her mouth opened wider and her tongue extended deeper and got me in just the right way. I bit down on Nat's shoulder and moved faster and faster and faster, until finally...

"Yes, yes, yes!" I shrieked in a crescendo, my body stopping for a split second on the last word. You know that split second where you're on the cusp of the orgasm and everything stops, everything's quiet...and then it shoots out and around your body. I love that moment.

But then that moment passed and I was coming. "Oh god!" I screamed, my hands wrapping around Nat as my body moved harder on them both, and they both reciprocated with redoubled efforts. Alison's tongue working harder, Nat's hands twisting and squeezing and holding me closer. I bucked around the chair up and down, side to side, before finally having to get off the them and fall backwards onto the bed to get away from their ferocious pleasuring as my orgasm died away and I writhed on the bed in aftershocks.

I just laid there for a while afterwards in sweet satisfaction, my sex throbbing with a heartbeat.

My eyes opened when the pillow came landing by my head.

I looked over to see Alison Duncan holding Nat's face with one hand.

"I came back early with a surprise for you," she told her. She slid her panties down and I could see the surprise. Her butt had been plugged up. "Get your favorite toy, and put it on." Alison's voice was still that terrifying type of kind.

"But I've never put it on before," Nat said.

"Well that's too bad, you're going to learn. And I'm going to have fun. And you're going to go to sleep unfulfilled."

They both stood and I watched, still panting on the bed, as Alison removed the plug and Nat put on her 'favorite toy'. A strapon. Typical Nat, to have never used the strapon before. She walked to the bathroom with it.

Alison got on the bed, removing her bra, and took a new pillow, putting it under her the way I had mine earlier. "This looked fun, good idea little girl," she said, referring to me, "you can leave now by the way, if you like." But I just stayed laying on the bed next to them as Nat came back, the strapon now dripping with some kind of assistance. She got up on their bed.

Alison Duncan laid forward, her mound on the pillow, and reached back to grab the plastic and position it at her rosebud's entrance. "Push," she commanded Nat. Who, looking ever as sad, obliged. I watched as the member slowly disappeared inside Alison. This may have been Alison's first time anal with Nat, but it clearly wasn't her first time all together.

As I watched the scene play out, I got up to get dressed. My shirt and bra were still hanging on my body, but my skirt wasn't to be found. As I searched, though, I couldn't help but look over as Alison began to grunt, clutching the bars of the head board and coaching Nat through her thrusts.

Nat looked so sad, so humiliated. And this time I didn't see her in spite. I suppose I had my fill of revenge. Whether she deserved it or not, I'd loved this girl once, and I couldn't see her like that.

I grabbed my pillow and took it to the bed putting it behind Nat. I think Alison was too lost in her own world to notice as I got on my pillow, naturally starting to move on it again. But this time my body stayed upright as I laid my chin on Nat's shoulder and whispered in her ear,

"Stay quiet Nat." My hands traveled down her body after that, and I played with her breasts a little.

"Fuck me Natalie, pound me!" Alison yelled, her kind tone gone, as she came for the first time, her body moving against the pillow as her as moved back and jiggled into the strapon. She growled through gritted teeth in her first orgasm, and I took the opportunity to let one hand dip under the harness of Nat's strapon, where there was just enough room for my hand to land on her clit.

"Don' t you dare stop!" Alison screamed some more, and Nat didn't. I put a finger in her mouth and she sucked and bit it so she wouldn't moan out loud as I rubbed her under the strapon. I wasn't sure if Alison would stop it if she saw, but I wasn't going to take the risk.

My sex was the most sensitive it had been all night, after the rapid orgasms in succession, so I needed a muffler as well while I moved against the pillow. I whispered to Nat, "Come with me," and I removed my hand from her mouth, replacing it with my lips. My free hand now traveled back the other way, tickling at Nat's rosebud.

We kissed as I rubbed her and moved on my pillow. It was so soft, so sweet.

Nat continued to thrust back and forth on Alison. It was hard and rough.

Eventually I could feel myself getting there again. We both held back for so long, Alison' second orgasm had come and gone and we both were still holding back. I wanted to get to the point where even the smallest touch would send me over the edge. Where I literally couldn't stop myself from coming if I wanted to. When that moment was almost upon me, I detached my lips from Nat and mouthed, "Ready?" She nodded feverishly.

I covered her mouth again and bit my lips into her shoulder as I rubbed her faster, making the strapon move and Alison howl into the air as it penetrated her deeper. But I didn't care about Alison any more. The moment came where I couldn't hold back and I bit into Nat harder as a signal.

For a few seconds the world went quiet and dark, and it was just Nat and I, climaxing together again. My front pressed into her back as we quivered together in ecstasy, her moans sending vibrations into my palms, and mine into her shoulder while we came. Our bodies were moving and twitching and basically flailing as one, until finally I couldn't come anymore and fell off to the side.

I laid there, panting, rubbing the sweat from my forehead and the world came back into focus. Like someone had turned the lights up and the sounds of Alison's screams turned up as well, as she hit a third orgasm.

"Don't stop!" Alison yelled. But my time was done.

I got up and dressed, fixing my hair and making myself presentable. Before I left I got on the bed and whispered to Nat one more time.

"Goodbye Nat."

She smiled weakly, "Bye Rosey."

I smiled back the best I could and left the room, going back out to the party. It had died down a little, but for the most part was still going. Summer ran up to me when she saw me.

"Rose!" she said, "I've been looking for you everywhere, let's get out of here the party is dying,..why are you holding a pillow?" I looked down to see I was clutching the pillow close to my chest.

"I'll explain in the car."

Summer drove me home and on the way I explained what happened. We parked by my apartment and kept talking.

"Woah," she said.

I laughed nervously, "Yeah."

She shook her head. "No seriously Rose, like, woah. And when I say 'woah', I mean woah, what the fuck?"

All I could do was laugh again, "Yeah..."

"Are you okay?"

I looked at her. "Actually yeah, I think I am."

"Are you sure?"

I thought about it. "Yeah, in a weird way, it was like...closure."

Summer just shook her head and giggled, "That's the weirdest closure I've ever heard. Now get out of my car, you dirty pervert."

I laughed and said bye to Summer, waving while she drove away.

She was right. It was weird, really weird. But the whole ordeal really did help. Helped me begin the moving on process in earnest. Because, let's face it, Alison and Natalie are kind of crazy. Why should I be jealous of crazy?

So, at the end of the night, I walked into my home with my head held high, smiling, and with a new pillow...that really needed to be washed.

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