Free Novel Experience (Sara Miles) by Dacia Quinn Page B

is me, right?
    The conversation with Gail has me both rattled and horny. Rattled because people I never expected to read my book have now read it, and I’m imagining the looks on their faces the next time we meet. Not to mention imagining what they’re doing to themselves while they read it.
    If I were more confident, the next time I saw Danny I’d smack him on the ass and growl at him. Gail would get a kick out of that. But no. I’ll be lucky if I can look him in the eye.
    The horniness is primarily from the image in my head of Gail fucking Danny with a strap-on. You have to understand Danny. He’s a nice guy. Honest, hard-working. He’s not even bad looking—he takes good care of himself, runs, exercises, eats right. And he does it right before he heads off for confession every week. What a waste.
    But my imagination won’t let it go, and so I’m imagining him down on all fours, ass in the air with Gail naked behind him, strap-on at the ready. Gail’s a slim woman in that I’m-naturally-thin way. The slimness doesn’t extend to her breasts, which are on the small side of D. In my head, her hair is unkempt and long and curly and black as earth, spilling down her front. Which sucks, because I want to actually see her tits.
    Dammit, this is my imagination, and I’m going to do this right.
    Honestly, the strap-on isn’t doing it for me at the moment, bound up as it is with work-related stresses. I change my imaginary scenario. My suggestion that she give him a threesome has lodged itself in my mind like a splinter, and so I allow myself the impossible fantasy of Gail and me both doing Danny. Now she’s riding atop him, her hair back over her shoulder, and I’m watching him caress her belly and thighs. That’s the ticket.
    I drop my pants to the floor and lean back on the couch with my feet up on the coffee table and my knees apart. Now’s when I wish I actually owned a vibrator, but my budget doesn’t allow for such frivolity. I resort to manual power, just as women did for all of time up until a few generations or so earlier. If they could manage it, so could I.
    Gail rides Danny slowly, her hips rocking a steady rhythm against him, making her breasts sway seductively. She gestures for me to come closer. I stretch out on the bed beside them, and lean down to kiss Danny. His tongue parts my lips, and I feel just the barest hint of scruff from his jaw against mine. My hands explore his chest. He’s smooth and tightly muscled, and I feel his abs tighten as he thrusts slowly into Gail. My hand slides lower as he gently nips at my lips with his teeth, and I feel the hot, damp place where the two are joined. I wrap my fingers around the thick base of Danny’s cock. Gail leans forward and I can feel her clit rub against my hand. My hand rubs both of them, and their pace increases.
    Danny’s lips move lower, kissing down my neck and chest to take one of my nipples into his mouth. He runs his tongue over it languidly, and I feel it stiffen. Gail’s hand finds my ass, and her fingers slip between its cleft, parting my lips and teasing me with her fingertips. I can’t help but push my ass against her hand, hoping that her fingers will slip inside me, but she’s clearly not ready for that yet. She takes my outer lips between her fingers and gives them long, gentle strokes, dipping inside me only to spread my increasing wetness.
    I turn, swinging one leg over Danny and straddling his face with my thighs. His tongue begins to work on me, sliding over my slick pussy to my clit and back, stopping for a brief, teasing moment at my ass. His fingers are there, gently probing as his tongue slips in and out of me. As I ride his face, I watch the hypnotic movement of Gail’s hips, with Danny’s cock buried deep inside her. She leans back, and I can see it going in and out, glistening with her wetness.
    I lean forward, lowering my lips to Gail’s neck. Her breath is coming faster now. Danny’s hands find my breasts,