Free Four Erotic Tales by K. D. West Page B

somewhere else.”
    I started to pull her up on top of me, kissing her throat, but she gasped, “Wait, gotta… mmmm. Gotta get my… mmm… diaphragm.” She detached her hands from where I was trying to unclasp her bra and stumbled over to her handbag, which she’d dropped next to her dress on the floor.
    She pulled out the rubber dome and the gel, and then shucked the panties and bra.
    I was madly tearing off the remainder of my clothes as she came back across the room. A vision of soft pink curves, she was filling the diaphragm with the spermicide. She held it up, as if offering a toast — or communion. “Will you help me put it in?” she asked, almost shyly.
    I grinned. I’d never helped a woman insert a diaphragm, but it sounded like fun. (In the months to come, Veronica would go on to introduce me to the joys of unrolling a rubber as foreplay.)
    I pulled her down to lie next to me. Kissing her, I ran my hands along her ribs, around her breasts. One hand wandered up, burying itself in her hair and pulling her forward to kiss me. The other hand explored her soft belly, circling the bellybutton before invading the hairy patch just to the south. For a little woman with extremely fine hair on her head, she had a remarkably bushy forest of pubic hair. I tugged at it gently, and ran my fingers along the outside of her labia majora , feeling the moisture that was seeping from deeper inside. She moaned and spread her legs, giving me full access.
    Cindy had been a terrible lover, but trying to get her excited enough to want to get me off too had taught me a lot about how to use my tongue, and how to use my fingers.
    I slid my long middle finger up and down the length of Veronica’s outer lips until they began to part, like a flower in a time-lapse movie. When I could feel that the lips were fully spread and the smell of her musk began to permeate the room, I found her clit with my middle finger. She gave an involuntary gasp and almost bit my tongue. Gently, slowly, I circled her nubbin with my finger. When she began to rock her hips, I quickened the pace, changing to a flicking motion and adding my index finger. She began to moan, arching against my moving fingers.
    After a minute or two, I drew my fingers away, which brought on another groan from Veronica, one of disappointment. I brought my fingers up to our joined mouths and ran them between our lips. Greedily, we licked the fingers, tasting her honey until they were slick with spit.
    When my fingers were good and wet, I brought my hand back down to her vulva and slowly inserted the pointer finger. Her cunt muscles rippled gloriously around my finger, and I began to flex it, pressing up against her G-spot, then extend it, pushing deeper into her. As I continued this motion, I flicked her clit with my thumb.
    She began to breathe more and more shallowly as she bucked up against my hand, and a high-pitched keen began to spill from the mouth pressed against mine.
    Suddenly, she pulled her face from mine and clasped her thighs around my hand to still it. Reaching above her head, she grabbed the diaphragm and rolled it into the torpedo shape of a burrito. With her other hand, she coaxed my fingers out of her hot moistness. I placed my hand on the back of hers, and together we pressed the diaphragm into place.
    When it was in, she pulled me on top of her and wrapped her knees up tightly around my waist. With one hand, she pulled my prick up against her. After poking around for a second, I slid into her and we both moaned. “Getting it in — “ she said.
    “ — is the hardest part.” It was a joke from Romeo and Juliet ; the actor playing Mercutio had had a difficult time re-sheathing his rapier. We’d all broken up when he said it, and we’d given him unending crap for the rest of the run.
    At that moment, I wished him nothing but joy.
    Once I was all the way in, Veronica looked up at me and said, “Rose told me how nice and hefty you were.”
    I grunted.
    “She