Page 111 of Unfiltered
In a panic, Abby blurted out, “Honeysuckle.”
“Honeysuckle?” Blythe said with an amused expression on her face.
“It’s a plant,” Ricki added.
Blythe scowled. “I know it’s a plant. It just seemed random.”
“Um, isn’t it supposed to be a word you wouldn’t use in regular conversation?” Abby asked.
“Good point.” Blythe laughed. “I’m pretty sure I’ve never used the word honeysuckle in casual conversation. Although I might have used honey and suckle separately.” Her eyes twinkled.
“Ew, really? How? Honey, would you suckle my nipple?” Ricki said.
“I was thinking more, babe, would you suckle my honeypot?” Blythe countered.
Abby laughed, and it felt good. The pair were back to doing what they did best, teasing each other. With the laughter reducing her anxiety, her head cleared, but her body reminded her it needed attention.
Digging deep for confidence, Abby put a hand on each of their cheeks. She looked into Blythe’s eyes and then switched her gaze to Ricki’s. “I think we’ve had enough talk, don’t you?”
Blythe smirked, while Ricki’s mouth dropped open before she nodded.
They both stepped toward her. Abby wasn’t sure what happened next. Their hands moved over her body, touching her arms, her back, and her stomach, but avoiding the parts of her that longed to be caressed.
Blythe’s head dipped, and she found Abby’s neck. Abby felt Blythe’s hot breath first before her tongue flicked out, sending chills through Abby.
She moaned and closed her eyes. That was when soft lips brushed hers. The kiss was tender. Hesitant.Ricki.It was such a contrast to Blythe’s more forceful kisses. Blythe’s attention to her neck was a distraction, but Abby willed herself to focus on returning Ricki’s kiss. Their lips danced a slow dance of discovery.
Ricki’s tongue pushed between Abby’s lips, and surprising herself, Abby sucked Ricki’s tongue into her mouth.
Ricki moaned and pulled Abby against her. As they kissed, Abby’s concentration was broken when she felt hands running across her bare stomach toward her breasts.
She let out a gasp when the hands reached her breasts and massaged them. Ricki broke the kiss and stepped back. Her eyes were glassy, but she had a smile on her face.
Ricki put her hand against Abby’s cheek and said, “Can I touch your breasts, too?”
“Please,” Abby whispered.
Ricki’s hand snaked under Abby’s shirt. Blythe released one of Abby’s breasts as Ricki’s hand replaced it. Both continued to rub her breasts over her bra, causing Abby to moan. She wanted to feel their hands against her skin. She pushed toward them, telegraphing her need.
Someone’s hand moved to her back and released the clasp on her bra.Blythe?She didn’t have time to dwell on it when a thumb brushed her nipple. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation. It wasn’t long before she felt her T-shirt being lifted over her head, and two warm mouths replaced the hands on her breasts.
The attention to both nipples amplified the sensation. She pushed her thoughts aside and allowed herself to get lost in the pleasure.
She didn’t know how long the pair focused on her breasts, but she knew it was making her hornier than she’d ever been in her life. Part of her hoped they’d throw her onto the bed and have their way with her, while the other part wanted this ecstasy to last forever.
With mouths still teasing her, she felt a hand unbuttoning her shorts. Once undone, the hand pushed her shorts and panties down her legs. She froze, realizing she was now standing naked.
Abby stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest. “This isn’t working.”
Ricki and Blythe’s faces fell.
“I don’t mean this—all this.” Abby smiled. “I mean this clothing situation.” She looked from Blythe to Ricki. “Do you see anything wrong?”
They glanced at each other with puzzled expressions.
“Two of us have far too many clothes on.”
A twinkle danced in Blythe’s eyes, and Ricki sighed with what Abby assumed was relief.
