One Of The Better Ways

by Geonn 

It started as a joke at Cassandra's first Cinco de Mayo party. The piñata had been hung and Janet, picking at the blindfold, had muttered to Sam, "I can think of at least five better ways to use one of these."

"Oh, really," Sam had muttered. She slid her hand from the small of Janet's back to the curve of her ass and handed her the stick. "I'll keep that in mind."

It was now May 11, and Janet had but forgotten about the party. She was in bed, lying on her stomach, in her striped boxer shorts and a tank top. Her glasses were perched on the edge of her nose, evil things she only had to use when she got particularly tired. She looked over her shoulder when Sam came in, then went back to her magazine. "Hi."

"Hi," Sam said. Janet flipped the page as Sam went about her bedtime preparations. She went into the bathroom and Janet heard a paper bag rustling.

"Baby, did you get the shampoo?"

"Oh. Um, no... I..."

"I can get it tomorrow," Janet said. She licked her thumb and flipped the next page. She heard Sam come out of the bathroom and dump her clothes into the hamper. Then her weight shifted the mattress. Suddenly, she felt Sam on top of her. Sam was on her knees, walking up Janet's body slowly. When she reached her hips, Sam stopped and ran her hands up Janet's back.

Janet's eyes fluttered shut. "Mmm, am I getting a backrub?"

Sam bent down and kissed the back of Janet's neck. She squeezed Janet's shoulders and nuzzled her ear, her breath hot when she whispered, "Do you trust me?"

"Mm-hmm," Janet said.

"Janet... do you trust me?"

"With my life," Janet breathed. She had gone from zero to sixty in two seconds, her heart hammering. Sam's hands eased carefully around Janet's body, between her breasts and the mattress. Janet lifted herself up onto her elbows so Sam could squeeze her gently. "I trust you with my life, Grace."

Sam shivered and moved her lips to Janet's neck. "Elizabeth..."

Their joke, when they first started dating, was that Grace dating Elizabeth, their middle names, would not get in as much trouble as Sam dating Janet. Since their first night together it had evolved into a kind of code. Sam nipped Janet's earlobe and whispered, "Take off your glasses. But don't look back at me."

Janet took off her glasses and rested them on the nightstand. She rested her chin on her crossed arms and closed her eyes. A second later, something soft brushed across her eyelashes. She smiled when Sam cinched it behind her head. "Did I catch your hair?"

"No, baby."

"Is this all right?"

"Mm-hmm," Janet moaned. She squirmed under Sam and said, "I like it."

She heard Sam swallow as she shifted. She climbed off of Janet and stretched out next to her. Another feather-soft strip of cloth brushed over her arm. "Reach up. Grab the headboard."

Janet wrapped her fingers around the slat, having to grope for it with her new blindness. Once she had both hands wrapped around the headboard, Sam looped the bind around her wrists. "Tell me if it's too tight."

"It's good," Janet said. She was trembling, already wet. Her nipples were hard against her tank top, her thighs pressed together. Sam lifted off the mattress and moved down to Janet's waist again. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of Janet's boxers and peeled them down slowly. Janet rolled first one way, then the other to help her out. Sam left the underwear rolled around Janet's knees and traced her fingertips back over her thighs.

Janet whimpered as Sam's finger slipped between the cheeks of her ass.

"Do you like that?"

"Uh-huh..."

"Say it," Sam whispered.

"I like your finger there, Sa-- Grace..." Her voice was urgent, begging for more. She swallowed, pressed her lips together and dipped her tongue from one corner of her mouth to the other. She grunted and resisted the urge to thrust herself against Sam's finger.

Sam bent down and kissed the small of Janet's back. She sat up and moved Janet's legs as far apart as the boxers would let them go. She lifted herself, stepping around the rolled-up underwear and settled between them. Janet bent her knees on either side of Sam's thighs and lowered herself onto Sam's lap. She heard a cap open, and then something squirting into Sam's palm. Janet turned her head, despite the blindfold, and said, "Grace?"

"Shh," Sam whispered. Sam's wet fingers brushed Janet's labia and she jumped, muttering nonsense sounds as Sam teased but didn't penetrate. "I need your fingers, Grace."

"Not my fingers, Elizabeth," Sam said. "Do you want me inside of you?"

"Yes," Janet said, breathless now, unable to restrain herself. "Yes, please, I want you..."

Something blunt probed between her folds. Sam shifted on the mattress and put her hands on Janet's hips. "Tell me how you want it, Elizabeth."

"Ung," Janet said. She pressed her lips against her upper arm, her eyes squeezed shut behind the blindfold. "Hard."

"You want it hard?"

"Yeah," Janet breathed. "Yeah, Grace..."

Sam pushed her strapped-on penis forward and Janet bit her upper arm to stifle a grunt. Her toes curled and the only thing keeping her grounded were Sam's hands on her hips and the soft cloth wrapped around her wrists. Sam slid her hands around to Janet's stomach and held her. She used her hips and legs to thrust into Janet, their bodies moving in rhythm.

Sam pushed up Janet's tank top and bent down to kiss Janet's back between her shoulders, ran her tongue over the sheen of sweat that was just beginning to form. She held Janet tight against her, still thrusting her hips forward to bury her borrowed erection into her body, and she began to breathe into Janet's ear. "I love fucking you, Elizabeth. Janet Elizabeth, watching you come... watching you come makes me come." Her hand slid lower to strum Janet's clit. "I want to hear your voice... I want to hear you whimper and say my name. I want to hear my name when you come, because I want to know I did this to you, I made you lose control like this, I took control over you, baby, didn't I?"

"Yessam," Janet breathed. "Oh, Sam, I'm..."

"Shh," Sam said. "Say you want it."

"I want it," Janet said, just forming sounds rather than forming actual words. Her face was red, her lips parted with the strain of focusing on what Sam was saying when Sam was doing such wonderful things between her legs.

"Say you love me."

"Oh, I do, Sam... Sam..."

"Janet... say it..."

"Samantha, I'm coming..."

Sam pinched Janet's clit between her index and middle fingers and stroked it. Janet arched her back and Sam moved her other hand up, covering her mouth to stifle her cries. Janet sucked Sam's fingers into her mouth and rocked her body against Sam's.

Janet sagged against the mattress and Sam followed her down. She covered Janet's body with her own, kissing her neck and nibbling on her earlobes. "I love your ears," Sam said, still buried in Janet, their bodies locked hip-to-hip.

"I want to go down on you," Janet said, her voice filled with weak tremors.

"Oh, yeah?" Sam asked. Her hands, freed from holding Janet down, now roamed across her body. Her palms were slick with Janet's sweat and her juices, and the smell was intoxicating. "We have time."

"I want you," Janet sighed. "Untie me."

"Beg me."

"Please, Sam, untie... untie me so I can make love to you with my, my lips and my tongue and my fingers, I want to be inside you and make you come, Sa-am..."

Sam reached up and undid Janet's bindings. Janet pulled her hands free and Sam slid back, taking the dildo out of her as they rearranged themselves. Sam laid back and spread her legs apart. Janet twisted around and crouched between Sam's legs. She kissed down Sam's thighs, catching the skin between her teeth before letting it go. She smoothed her tongue over the bite marks as Sam undid the latches on her strap-on, her face and chest flushed as she watched Janet's mouth move closer and closer...

Janet was still blindfolded, moving by memory and touch. She squeezed Sam's thigh with her hand, turned her head and found Sam's labia with well-practiced ease.

"Oh, God," Sam groaned. She grabbed handfuls of the blanket and lifted her hips to Janet's mouth. Janet parted her lips, spreading Sam's folds at the same time, and curled her tongue. She lightly brushed the sensitive flesh inside, curled her tongue up to find Sam's clit and closed her lips around it. She moaned, vibrations sending a shockwave from "toe to tit," as Sam said. If she could speak at all. She was trembling, moving her hips to fuck Janet's tongue.

Janet pulled back and sucked two fingers. She peeled off the blindfold with her free hand and blinked in the sudden brightness. She crawled up Sam's body, her lips still wet from Sam's pussy, and kissed her hard. She settled between Sam's legs and, as her tongue rolled onto Sam's mouth, folded her wet fingers into a point.

"Fuck me," Sam said against Janet's mouth.

"You want me to," Janet sighed. She put the heel of her hand against her own hips, braced herself against the mattress and thrust.

Sam cried out and Janet covered her mouth with a kiss. When the cry died down, Janet leaned back and whispered, "Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh..." She uncurled her thumb and brushed it over Sam's clit. Sam hooked her feet behind Janet's knees to keep from falling off the bed and squeezed her eyes shut, She clenched her teeth and grunted as her orgasm neared. "Janet... baby... Janet..."

"I want you to say," Janet said, her voice lowered to a whisper that only Sam could hear.

Sam could barely form the words: "You're... going to make me come, Janet, I'm going... to... come... on your fingers, Jan... Janet... Janet..."

"Sam..." Janet kissed Sam hard and pressed harder with her hand. "Ung... Sam... I love fucking you..."

They kept moving against each other until they ran out of steam, slowly sagging against each other. Their kisses grew lazier, Sam's tongue touching Janet's before it withdrew and Sam dropped her head against the mattress. Janet bowed her head against Sam's chest and purred when Sam dragged her fingernails through her hair.

"I love when you do that," Sam whispered, her voice an earthquake against Janet's ear.

Janet closed her eyes and purred again.

"I love you," Sam whispered.

"I love you, too," Janet said. She exhaled and shuddered as a stray tremor from her climax washed over her.

"Was that one of the five better ways the blindfold could have been used?" Sam asked.

Janet frowned. "What?" She thought back, laughed and lightly scratched Sam's belly. "Oh. Oh, yeah. That was at least three of the better ways. What brought it on? Where did you get the idea for-for... that?"

Sam chuckled. "Porn. Online."

"You read online porn?"

Sam stroked Janet's hair. "Stories," Sam said, "Not any of those picture sites. Just for tips and tricks, baby."

Janet cuddled against Sam's body and said, "Tell me a story."

"I don't have them memorized," Sam laughed.

"Then make one up. Just for me." She wrapped her arms around Sam and closed her eyes.

Sam moved her hand to Janet's back. "Once upon a time, the beautiful Air Force major came home after a very nervous trip to a sex toy shop. She was worried about her lover thinking it was silly, or refusing to play along. But then she walked into the bedroom..."

"What was her lover wearing?" Janet asked.

"Tiny boxer shorts."

"Could the major see her ass?"

"Yeah," Sam breathed. "And the major loved her lover's ass. So she went into the bathroom and she undressed... and she put on the toy she had bought..."

"I like this story," Janet whispered.

Sam moved her hand in slow circles on Janet's back. "Just wait," she promised. "It gets better."

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