Toybox Ecstasy
By Astrid Cherry
Copyright 2012 Astrid Cherry
Smashwords Edition
Lonnie was more surprised than startled when her doorbell rang. She put down her book and got up from the couch. Walking to the door she realized she was only wearing her long white silk robe, her wet hair pulled back loosely from the shower, but she figured she probably wouldn’t be opening the door any way. It was just past midnight, and she was expecting company.
She looked through the peephole. The two college girls who lived across the street were standing on her front porch. Lonnie could see why; parked at the curb was an idling taxi cab. She looked at the girls. They were dressed for clubbing. She assumed that they’d gone out for the night, got drunk, and now found themselves with a cab waiting and no money. Her porch light was on; that was probably why they were at her door. The blonde girl - that was how she thought of her, she didn’t know either of their names - was slowly reaching toward the doorbell again. The redhead was behind her, moving from side to side slowly. Yes, she decided, they were drunk. She opened the door.
“Yes?”
“Hi, I’m sorry to bother you, we live across the street and this going to sound so stupid but when we went out we left our purses at home so we wouldn’t lose them or get them stolen or leave them, and then we took a cab home-”
“And you don’t have any money, and you’re wondering if I could pay for the cab and you could pay me back?” Lonnie realized, after listening to the blonde girl talk, that she’d guessed wrong. She wasn’t drunk, she was high. They both were.
“Yes! Exactly. We can pay you back right now after we use your phone to call the locksmith that we haven’t called because we left our phones at home, and our keys, so we need to call a locksmith to do that. Those things. I’m Ava,” she said, smiling and nodding.
“Well, come in. I’ll just grab my wallet and take care of the cab.”
Walking back up the sidewalk, she wondered what the cabbie thought. Bringing two hot chicks to a house, then another woman coming out to pay him. Older, but not old enough to their mother. Dressed in a silk robe and heels. Whatever story he was making up as he drove to his next fare was definitely more exciting then what was really happening, Lonnie thought.
Pausing in the open doorway, she stared at the two girls in her living room. They had their arms around each other, their faces close, swaying together. Lonnie waited, hoping she’d come in just in time to see them kiss. She felt a twinge of excitement. Were they a couple? Apparently not. They continued to move, slowly and gracefully. She had misread the embrace. They were just loaded and feeling good. She looked them over. Ava’s blonde hair was in pigtails, falling over her shoulders. She was wearing a clinging blue minidress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, Lonnie could see that, her breasts were high and perky, and her small hard nipples pressed against the cloth. Her thin, tanned legs were bare, and she was wearing chunky blue heels. The redhead had on a cropped, sleeveless white top, the lines of her bra showing. Her her breasts were round and full, jiggling a little as she moved, and black velvet skirt flared out, so short it barely covered the lower curve of her more ample ass. Only an inch of her milky skin was visible, she was wearing incredibly long, cable knit socks, with thick soled mary janes. Lonnie observed that even in their heels, she was notably taller. She closed the door, breaking the spell, and they separated, laughing.
“Could I ask you for a glass of water? I’d like that, I’m so thirsty, it was so hot at the rave and there wasn’t any water only there was but it was three dollars and I bought some but we only had ten left after we bought the ecstasy and it was hot and it was hot in that cab, too.” Eva paused, her eyes glowing, the pupils dilated. “I feel good.”
“I’m Lonnie. You can sit down if you want. There’s bottled water in the fridge. My phone’s on the charger, let me grab it for you,” she said, moving past them. The redhead reached out and touched her sleeve as she walked.
“Is that silk? It is! It feels so nice. Just so nice,” she cooed, as Lonnie paused. She put her other hand on the other sleeves, stroking, facing her. “It’s like silk. It is silk.” She paused. “You’re pretty. I’m Amber. I want to kiss you. Can I kiss you?”
Lonnie took her by the hips and pulled her close. Their mouths met, and she tasted the cherry of Amber’s lip gloss. Her full lips were soft, and Lonnie parted them with the tip of her tongue. Amber replied in kind, tasting her back. Gentle at first, but the more firmly, their lips sliding over each other, their tongues exploring. Ambers arms came up, her hands locked behind Lonnie’s neck. They both breathing harder now, their mouths full of each other. Lonnie felt a rush of warmth between her legs as Amber trembled.
“Oh my God, that is so fucking hot,” Ava whispered, watching. She forgot about the bottle of water in her hand, her mouth open.
“That was nice,” Amber said, sounding drunk with pleasure. Waves of heat were running up her back. She had no thoughts about what had just happened past the sheer joy of it.
“I get to go next,” Ava said, licking her lips. “Can I try both of you?”
“First me, then Amber.”
Lonnie took one hand from her hip, then turned Amber toward Ava as she closed in. Ava’s tongue was in her mouth instantly. There was no hesitation, she was already turned on from watching the kiss. She sucked Lonnie’s tongue into her mouth, bit at her lips, licked and lapped. Their mouths grew slick, sliding and slipping across each other. Ava was panting, and paused for breath.
As soon as she stopped, Amber was on her. Lonnie put her arm around Ava’s waist, urging them together. Something changed, and it was no longer just kissing. Amber’s palms caressed Ava’s pert breasts, and with no pause at all Ava had Amber’s firm tits in her hands, squeezing and moving, her thumbs pressing the nipples through her top and bra. Lonnie exhaled slowly, wondering if this was it, a few kisses and feels, and then shy, strange regret.
They slowed, their lips closing, little kisses, little licks on the mouth. Their hands fell to each other’s waists. Both faces turned to Lonnie. There was nothing shy in either.
Lonnie took their hands, walking between them, and lead them to her bedroom.
“Your bed is huge!” Amber threw herself down, then rolled over onto her back. Her head was swimming, her thoughts going a million miles a second. She thought she could still taste them both, her sexy best friend and this amazing woman, and her hand strayed to her skirt, sliding up. She was wet, she could feel it on her thighs.
Ava joined her, crawling across the bed on her hands and knees. She pulled Amber’s top up, the heavy breasts coming free of the bra as the cotton slid over them. Amber looked shocked, but smiled. Ava knelt next to her, gazing hungrily at the large, dark nipples, hard and looking so ripe. She ran her hands over them, then leaned down and sucked, taking as much into her mouth as she could, her fingers searching out the other cherry red nipple. Amber started rubbing her wet slit, and pushed her other hand between Ava’s thighs, delighting in the soft, moist center she found there. Ava was as wet as she was.
Lonnie watched them, her robe now open. She pinched her nipple with fingers and thumb of one hand, the other circling her pussy, teasing herself. Amber met her eyes.
“Come on,” she moaned, “come on.”
Lonnie shrugged the robe from her shoulders and knelt by the bed, reaching underneath. She slid a box out and put it on top of the nightstand at the head of the bed. Taking the top off as she stood up, she heard one of the girls - Ava this time - say, “put your fingers in me.”
“I’ve got something better,” Lonnie said teasingly. Amber and Ava were both looking now. She was holding a dildo in her hand, thick and translucent, not too long, but long. “Fuck her with this, Amber.”