The Suicide Princess (16 page)

“Leave the heels on,” Derrick said with an authoritative yet seductive tone.

“Really?” Kristin asked.

“I like them. Leave them on.”

“Okay,” she said with a smile as she stepped back into her tall shoes. “You're bad, aren't you?”

“Only time will tell,” he answered.

They heard the toilet flush and the faucet running for a moment when Kristin said, “Hold that thought. It's my turn now,” as she walked to the bathroom.

Stephanie opened the door and walked past Kristin as
she walked into the bathroom. Stephanie went to Derrick in the kitchen and said, “Finish that beer, and then we have to go.”

“Before I finish it, I think we have a few seconds alone.”

“Oh yeah?” Stephanie asked as she pressed her body against Derrick's. “And just what do you want to do with these few seconds?”

Without saying a word, Derrick answered by wrapping his hands around Stephanie’s waist and kissing her. His lips moved away from her own as they glided towards her ear and neck. Derrick's right hand was pulling her in by the small of her back, and his left hand found its way up her skirt. She raised her right leg, and rubbed the inside of her thigh against him as he continued to kiss her neck.

Neither Stephanie nor Derrick heard Kristin exit the bathroom, and they only knew she was there when they heard her heels enter the kitchen. Stephanie quickly pulled her leg down and stepped back from Derrick. Stephanie, obviously embarrassed by being caught, said, “I'm so sorry.”

“Why?” Kristin asked as she walked to Stephanie. “Don't let me interrupt.”

Stephanie's heart raced as Kristin stood just inches from her, and Kristin's fingers gently grazed Stephanie's barely exposed midriff. She looked at Derrick to see his reaction, and Stephanie saw Derrick calmly watching while resting his beer bottle on the counter. Derrick reached his right hand to Stephanie’s lower waist, and he stepped in close to her. She saw his left hand glide across Kristin's lower back, and the three were just inches from one another. Derrick's hands pulled gently on both girls, and they moved in closer to him.

“Where's your bedroom?” Derrick asked while looking at Kristin.

“On the left, just before the bathroom,” she said.

“Why don't you go in there and wait for us. We'll follow you in just a minute.”

Kristin walked into her room and closed the door behind her. Uncertain if her new friends would be following shortly or if they would be using the opportunity to leave, she started to get ready for them to come in.

Still in the kitchen, Derrick asked, “Do you want to do this?”

“I do and I don't.”

“You do
and
don't want to?” Derrick asked in a confused tone.

“I'd be lying if I said that this hasn't always been a fantasy, an intense fantasy, but I'm scared. What if we start and I don't like it?”

“Isn't that what this is all about, living out your fantasies and holding nothing back?” Derrick's hands groped Stephanie's breasts as he said, “I want you to live this one. Live it with me.”

“If we start, and I ask you to stop, promise we will?”

“I promise.”

“And promise me you won't have sex with her. That's just too much for me to watch.”

Derrick sincerely said, “I promise you, I wouldn't do that.”

Stephanie thrust her hand into Derrick's pocket and pulled a small plastic bag with three pills. She dropped one into her damp palm, and swallowed it with a gulp from Derrick's beer.

“I'm ready,” she said.

Derrick faced Stephanie towards the counter, and he guided her to place her palms flat on the surface. He gently pushed the palm of his hand against her back until she bent forward. From behind, Derrick started rubbing her through her panties, and she started to gently moan. Derrick felt her panties becoming wet, and he said, “How bad do you want this?”

“So bad, baby.”

“How bad?”
Derrick repeated while rubbing even harder.

“So fucking
bad!” Stephanie moaned.

Derrick stood her up and led her to Kristin's bedroom. He opened the door and saw Kristin on the bed. She was now wearing nothing more than a matching white bra and thong and her cream colored heels.

Stephanie looked to Kristin and told her that she didn't want her to have sex with Derrick, and Kristin replied, “It's not him that I want. It's you.”

Stephanie faced the bed with Derrick behind her. He began kissing her neck as his fingers unbuttoned her thin, white top. After the final button was opened, he gently pulled her shirt back from her shoulders and over her arms. Kristin watched from the bed as Derrick kissed Stephanie and fondled her body. Still behind her, with her back against his chest, Derrick's left hand gently wrapped around Stephanie's neck as his right hand went back to rubbing her through her panties. Just as Stephanie began to moan, he whispered into her ear, “Climb up onto the bed.”

Stephanie climbed onto the bed, and crawled to Kristin. A sense of euphoria rushed through Stephanie's body as her lips met with Kristin's, and she felt Kristin's warm tongue touch her mint Chapstick-flavored lips. Kristin lowered to her back, and Stephanie crawled forward, until she was on top of her. The two continued kissing as their hands wandered around each other’s bodies. Stephanie, on her hands and knees over Kristin, felt Kristin's hands on her breasts as she felt Derrick pulling her tiny thong to the side. She kissed Kristin with more passion as she felt Derrick's warm, powerful tongue pressing into her clit.

Stephanie groaned as Derrick's tongue made pass after pass from her clit, over her pussy, and across her ass. She moaned with each lap of his tongue, and Kristin responded by massaging her breasts and nipples with more desire as Stephanie's hand slid down Kristin's stomach and in the front of her white panties. Stephanie’s long, brown hair fell to Kristin's face as her fingers began massaging Kristin's bare, shaved pussy.

Kristin pulled down on the straps of her own lace bra, pulling it to reveal her round, large breasts and pink nipples. Stephanie responded by immediately licking and sucking each nipple, and she knew she was turning Kristin on by how wet she could feel her becoming. Kristin used her elbows to lift her back off the mattress. She unclasped her bra, and she then walked her elbows back, inching herself away from Stephanie. Kristin positioned herself so Stephanie's face was directly above her white panties.

Kristin dug her heels into the bed to raise her hips up, and Stephanie slid her panties from her waist, down her legs, and off of her. Stephanie gently kissed the inside of Kristin's soft thighs, and she bashfully lowered her kisses until she heard Kristin begging her for more. Kristin's fingers ran through her hair, and Kristin raised her hips until her warm pussy was at Stephanie's lips. Despite her fears, Stephanie barely hesitated as her tongue took its first gentle lick of Kristin. Stephanie immediately wanted more of Kristin's tangy sweetness, and she began to lick with more and more pressure.

Stephanie realized she had almost completely forgotten about Derrick as she felt him climb on the bed behind her, and she felt his hard cock sliding inside her. Within moments, he was holding her hips and pounding her pussy while Kristin's hot cunt was in her watering mouth. With each powerful thrust from Derrick, Stephanie's face was being pushed into Kristin, and both women were loving it. Without stopping, Stephanie shifted her eyes upwards to see Kristin watching her over her large breasts. Their eyes locked, and Kristin whimpered, “Oh God, eat my pussy!”

Stephanie stayed in her hands-and-knees position, but Kristin adjusted herself so she was now under Stephanie - positioned for both girls to lick each other simultaneously. Stephanie, wearing her plaid skirt, white stockings and pink heels, and Kristin, wearing only her heels and her lowered bra, devoured one another in an erotic sixty-nine position.

Derrick's hard cock began ramming Stephanie, with a force and intensity she had never imagined, while Kristin's tongue worked her clit. Both girls teetered on the brink of orgasm as Derrick slid his cock from Stephanie and thrust it into Kristin's mouth. Kristin sucked every drop of Stephanie from Derrick's cock, and she craved more of Stephanie's sweet pussy. He went back and forth between Stephanie's pussy and Kristin's mouth until he couldn't hold back any longer.

Kristin moaned in orgasm from Stephanie's tongue as Derrick's large cock rode against her lips. Kristin felt his cock throbbing in her mouth, and he pulled it out as it began to cum. Derrick stroked his cock with his hand as he was cumming all over Stephanie’s ass. His creamy load ran down
the crack of Stephanie's ass and dripped onto Kristin's adorable, sun-kissed face, and she didn't hesitate to lap up every drop she could get.

Without skipping a beat, Kristin lifted her head and went right back to finishing Stephanie. Her lips wrapped around Stephanie's
clit and she sucked as her tongue swirled around. Kristin alternated between this and licking Stephanie's pussy in a variety of patterns until she felt Stephanie collapse on top of her while screaming.

Once
Stephanie had finished, she turned and adjusted her position so she was now face to face with Kristin. Stephanie saw Kristin's face was covered in cum, and she used her finger to scoop each ounce into Kristin's thirsty mouth. Before Kristin could swallow, Stephanie began kissing her, and their two tongues danced in a mixture of Derrick's hot, salty cum. Stephanie collapsed next to Kristin, and the two girls held each other as Derrick walked off to the bathroom. They exchanged gentle kisses and lightly caressed the other’s bodies.

“Will I ever see you again?” Kristin asked.

Stephanie softly replied, “Maybe.”

“Only maybe?
How can I turn that into a
definitely
?”

“You have my number; see if you can convince me.” Stephanie continued, “But we really have to go. I have to be at work early tomorrow, and I can't be late. I already think my boss is starting to hate me.”

“Thank you,” Kristin sincerely said.

“For what?”
Stephanie asked as she got off the bed and began putting her shirt on.

“For just being you.
I had a great time tonight, and I needed it,” answered Kristin.

“I needed it, too.”

Derrick returned from the bathroom, and Stephanie ran in to quickly clean up and put herself back together before they left. Derrick drove Stephanie to her car, parked just around the corner from his apartment, and asked, “Are you sure you don't want to come up and change?”

She said, “No, I'm okay. I have my bag, and I'll just change really
quick in the car. I really need to go, and I have a feeling I'll stay longer if I go upstairs with you.”

“You know there's no way I'd let you leave!”

“Exactly, bad boy. Now shut up, and kiss me.”

After saying their good nights, Stephanie grabbed her things from Derrick's car and got in her own. She watched him drive off, as she slid a pair of workout shorts under her skirt, and she then took off the skirt, stockings, and heels which she replaced with a pair of flip-flops. She contemplated leaving the button down top on, but she saw no one was around and quickly chan
ged into a more comfortable tee shirt.

Stephanie started her long drive home, and she saw it was already twelve-thirty in the morning. She quickly did the math, calculating when she'd get home, how long she would take to get ready, and what time she needed to be up for work, and she realized she would only get little more than a few hours of sleep. Although she was dreading the following day, she thought to herself,
tonight was so worth it
.

Stephanie was traveling south on Route 24, nearing her exit, when she saw a car driving behind her, catching up to her at a very rapid pace. The headlights drew closer and
closer, and the vehicle appeared to be accelerating even more when it changed lanes to get directly behind her. The vehicle was zealously tailgating her, and she uttered to herself,
what is this jerk doing?

Suddenly, the vehicle's headlights began to alternate back and forth, and she was flooded with a burst of blue strobe lights. A few blasts of the siren, and Stephanie began to pull over in the breakdown lane while yelling,
Shit! Shit! Shit!

A tall, well-built man in a crisply sharp uniform approached her driver's side window. Stephanie lowered the window, and she was greeted with, “Good evening ma'am. I'm Trooper Shea with the Massachusetts State Police. May I have your driver's license and registration, please?”

“Of course you can,” Stephanie replied as she began fumbling through her purse for the items.

The trooper saw her schoolgirl outfit and heels on the front seat, and he said, “Ma'am, have you been drinking tonight?”

“No, not at all, sir.”

“I ask because you're driving with your headlights off – you only have your parking lights on, you've passed your license three times without seeing it while you were looking for it in your wallet, and I'm getting the very distinct odor of alcohol when you speak. So, I'm going to ask you again, have you had anything to drink tonight?”

Stephanie insisted she had nothing to drink, and the trooper had her step out of her car. He requested her to perform a field sobriety test, and Stephanie responded, “I'm a District Attorney, and I know my rights. I know you can't make me do your tests.”