Free Kingdom by Anderson O'Donnell Page A

opened his mouth but before he could say anything, Sarah was kissing him, pushing him up against the end stall as Brandi giggled before adding, “It is your birthday after all, right?”
    For a second Dylan flashed back to the party, to the possibility that Meghan Morrison had been there but then he remembered how he had blown the whole thing years ago and it probably wasn’t even her anyway and besides, Sarah was smiling as Brandi closed the door behind them and then Sarah and Brandi were kissing, Sarah’s hands climbing underneath Brandi’s skirt as Brandi leaned against the wall. Dylan was sitting on the toilet, watching, his cock growing harder as Sarah slid Brandi’s panties down her smooth, toned thighs, calves, finally over the four-inch black heels. She tossed the panties at Dylan, lifting up the skirt as Brandi urged her on, imploring her to
eat my pussy
, which Sarah did as Dylan watched, a grin plastered across his face, wondering when he should join in. Sarah answered that question for him when seconds later her head was out of Brandi’s lap and she was kneeling in front of him, unzipping his fly and pulling his cock free. Brandi was still moaning, trying to finish with her hand what Sarah started. Dylan stared at Brandi as Sarah took his cock into her mouth, sucking the head then moving down his shaft, taking his balls into her mouth, sucking hard on one, then the other, before letting go and pulling her head back, taking a breath before deep throating the whole thing.
    Now Brandi was moving toward him, her face flushed, the skin on her breastbone glowing red. Sarah took her mouth off his cock, spitting on it before Brandi, facing Sarah and the door but turned away from Dylan, her thighs slick with her own juices, eased herself onto him, grunting softly as he pushed inside of her. Sarah was still on her knees, licking Dylan’s balls and Brandi’s pussy, pausing only to take a breath or urge Dylan to fuck Brandi harder, her hand between her own legs, fingering her pussy, her asshole, frantically trying to get herself off.
    The bathroom door swung open, the music from the club spilling into the bathroom before fading back to a muffled pulse as the door closed. Someone was in the bathroom but Dylan didn’t give a damn; he could feel his own orgasm starting to build up from the base of his cock, and he began fucking Brandi even harder, the smell of her hair—cigarettes and perfume and sex—driving him crazy, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing off the concrete walls.
    With another burst of music and noise and voices the door opened again then shut and Brandi was leaning forward now, forcing Dylan deeper into her, grinding her clit against Sarah’s mouth, her hands pressed up against the stall door, her nails digging into the stickers advertising defunct bands and live-sex websites slapped haphazardly across the metal.
    “Oh my God I’m coming,” Brandi announced, moaning, her hips bucking uncontrollably—that pushed Dylan over the edge and he pulled out of her, exploding all over the word tattooed across her lower back: FEAR.
    “Jesus Christ,” Dylan gasped as Brandi stood up, smiling, helping Sarah to her feet, both girls pulling their clothes back into place. “Jesus Fucking Christ. That’s the best birthday present I’ve ever had.”
    “We thought you might like it,” said Sarah, smiling over her shoulder as she pushed open the stall door and began straightening her clothes in the grimy men’s room mirror.
    “Like it? That’s an understatement,” said Dylan. “Nice tattoo too…But why ‘FEAR’?”
    Brandi turned around, a blank look plastered across her face, her eyes looking at him, through him.
    “Aren’t you afraid?” she asked.
    The room was suddenly very quiet and all Dylan could hear was muffled bass rumbling behind the door, vibrating off the walls, and the buzz of dying florescent lights.
    “Let’s do another line,” said Sarah, breaking the silence.

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