Read Me Tonight Season 2 – Story 1, Chapter 3
Amy (38), from Sydney, enjoyed married life and was satisfied with her job until two Tasmanian girls entered her life and turned it upside down. She witnessed them hooking up outside her apartment building and it ignited strong voyeuristic desires until she crossed paths with the girls, leading her down a precarious path of potential fun as well as blackmail. Find out how Amy got herself in a mess and how she got out of it, in this 4-chapter story.
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Since the last time Amy had seen the girls, several weeks had passed without any new developments. Surprisingly, she found herself less anxious about the prospect of witnessing them again. The initial two encounters had ignited desires within her and alleviated some of her pent-up sexual frustrations. Amy could sense a change in herself, but she knew she needed to figure out how to navigate it.
Almost a month passed, and Amy had yet to catch another glimpse of the girls during her less frequent late-night check-ins. She made a conscious decision to put it out of her mind for the time being. Fortunately, a distraction came up with a close friend’s upcoming birthday celebration. Her husband was scheduled to supervise a camping trip that included their kids and that would keep them away from Friday through Sunday night, leaving Amy with some alone time at home.
Amy would certainly miss them, but she looked forward to a fantastic Friday night celebrating with her friend. They had organized a girls’ night out and were set to enjoy cocktails at a rooftop bar.
It was a rare occasion for Amy to have a carefree girls’ night out. Typically, she would have lingering worries about whether the dinner pleased everyone or if the kids were put to bed and being looked after. However, on that night, with the feeling of being home alone, Amy managed to put all those concerns on hold and truly enjoyed herself.
The celebratory vibe in their group, the ambiance of the rooftop bar with its stunning Sydney views, the respectful attention they received from those around them, and the exquisite drinks transported Amy back to her younger days. She wanted to continue their fantastic evening but everyone else contemplated going home shortly after 10 PM.
Amy had to remind herself that the others weren’t in the same home-alone situation, so they couldn’t fully embrace the fun that night. Nevertheless, the idea of cutting short such a great night left her feeling disappointed.
After everyone said goodbye, Amy bought a 4-pack of canned apple cider from a pub and made her way to a nearby bus stop. The ciders would keep her company at home, “a quick nightcap” – Amy justified.
Luckily, that night, her bus arrived moments after Amy reached the stop to take her on the short trip back home. Even more incredibly, just two stops after she boarded, Amy noticed two familiar faces getting on the bus. They sat together in the last remaining available seats, positioned sideways across from Amy. The two girls – “Oh my god!” Amy was in disbelief.
One of the girls glanced at Amy as they settled into their seats. It prompted Amy to try and appear nonchalant, but it also filled her with a sense of panic. “You technically don’t know them, look away!” – she repeated to herself urgently.
As the bus followed its route, Amy feigned interest in the scenery outside or on her phone. However, she waited for the right moment to discreetly look over at what the girls were up to. The interior of the bus windows also offered a mirrored view that allowed Amy to keep an eye on them.
Amy found herself wondering if one of the girls was wearing the same skirt she had seen on that memorable first night – it looked remarkably similar and just as revealing. The other girl was clad in black jeans and a light jacket. Amy felt captivated by their close-up beauty, they were likely also heading home after a night out. Both girls were engrossed in their phones and didn’t talk with each other. Which left Amy with a sense of disappointment; she was curious about what they sounded like.
As Amy reached for the stop button, her eyes once again met with one of the girls, the one in the jeans. It was a friendly gaze, and Amy reciprocated it before the girl looked away.
When the bus pulled over at her stop, Amy saw that the two girls also stood up and exited ahead of her. She nervously tapped her card and returned it to her wallet as the bus pulled away. From the short distance between them, she noticed the girls were walking in the same direction she was heading.
Amy anxiously clutched her bag of ciders and attempted to follow them discreetly, maintaining a safe distance as any ordinary stranger should do at night.
The more cautious she tried to be, the closer she unintentionally got to the girls. Amy watched as they entered the same laneway she was heading towards, and as she turned the corner, she noticed them standing still in the middle of the laneway’s intersection. She realized she would have to pass them and prepared herself to maintain her composure, ensuring she didn’t appear too tipsy in case she had to greet them.
“Hey, sorry, have you got a light?” the girl in the black jeans asked Amy directly as she approached.
Both girls turned to her, one of them holding a packet of smokes. Amy wanted to start off on the right foot and felt a strong urge to act cool. She thought of her confident reply.
“Yeah, mind if I also have one? I’m having a great night, and this would be a great way to finish,” Amy replied, surprising herself with how quickly she came up with it.
The girls exchanged cheeky, mischievous looks that still had a touch of innocence.
“Sure, would you mind sharing your drink? A puff for a sip, and we all win,” the girl in the jeans playfully negotiated.
“Deal,” Amy quickly replied.
“Come, follow me. We know a little spot nearby that’s perfect for a smoke. You live here?” the girl asked Amy, striking up a conversation. The other girl in the skirt remained mostly silent but listened and smiled along.
Amy followed and gave a vague answer to their question about where she lived. She immediately asked similar questions in return to find out more about them. Their energy started off the right way, and Amy successfully met them for the first time, even though she had already seen quite a bit of them before. It was almost like getting to know a celebrity personally.
She also successfully concealed the fact that she already knew which spot they were going to: the bushy small lane in between the buildings that only Amy’s kitchen overlooked.
In the same spot where Amy had watched them hook up, they now stood in a triangle, close to each other to share smokes and cider. Amy reached inside her jacket pocket for a lighter she remembered having – one that a friend had given her earlier that night to hide the fact that she was smoking.
“This one we call a minty. It has a filter you pop, and we sprinkled some of our own secret ingredients to make it more fun,” the girl explained and took the lighter from Amy.
Amy reached for the cans of cider, popped one open, and offered the first sip to the girl in the skirt. She recognized the unmistakable scent of what was in the smoke as soon as the girl in the jeans sparked it.
“Why not?” Amy confidently decided. She remembered the fun nights with it from years ago, and this felt like the perfect moment to relive that experience without any responsibilities at home.
Amy felt comfortable with the girl in the jeans, but the other girl was far more intimidating. Her striking beauty up close and her thick, voluptuous body with thighs and cleavage were almost unbearable to look at without drooling. Only her face was innocent.
In the couple of minutes it took to finish the smoke and first cider, Amy learned even more about the girls.
They were both from Tasmania and had been friends since childhood. They made a joint decision to move to Sydney for their respective studies and, along with a third flatmate, they rented a nearby 3-bedroom unit.Their flatmate, a Chinese Australian girl and also a student, was out for the night, so they decided to go out in the city for some drinks.
“Want to come to our place for another drink? We’ve got ice, snacks, maybe another smoke…” The girl innocently extended the invitation to Amy.
“If you don’t have any other plans, of course…” The girl followed up, offering Amy a way out.
“No, that’s fine, I’ll come with. I’m thirsty for another drink anyway, and you girls are fun. Glad we met,” Amy replied, making the sudden decision to go for it.
Amy finished the minty in the empty can of cider and bagged it with the rest. She quietly followed the girls back into the laneway and up the block to their apartment building, a place she recognized but was now about to explore on the inside.
Walking into their unit, Amy noticed a generously sized living room adorned with a spacious couch and a well-organized TV setup. To her left, she could see the kitchen, bathroom, and presumably the bedrooms. The minimalist decor contributed to its spaciousness, although it appeared somewhat sparsely furnished. Nevertheless, the dark blue carpet exuded a sense of comfort for the feet and appeared to be impeccably maintained.
The girl in the skirt settled on the right end of the couch, inadvertently giving Amy a glimpse of her panties and thighs as she looked at the TV’s reflection from behind the couch. It was rather obvious, and the girl made no attempt to conceal her legs. Amy couldn’t help but crack a smile.
“Come, sit with me. Ice cubes are on the way for your cider, or we have some wine,” the girl requested, breaking her silence.
Amy slowly walked around in front of the girl in the skirt and took a seat beside her in the middle of the couch. She sat upright, mirroring the girl’s posture.
As YouTube started up on the TV, the girl in the jeans returned with cups of ice for everyone and a bottle of red wine. Amy was almost in a daze, unable to fully process the fact that she was now sitting between her two crushes in such a flirty and enticing situation. She marveled at how one night of drinking and a stroke of luck had brought her to this moment.
“Have we seen each other before? I feel a sense of familiarity,” the girl in the jeans suddenly asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of recognition.
“No, I don’t think so. I’m sure I would remember,” Amy replied innocently, her nerves getting the best of her, making her unsure about what to do or say next. She even hesitated to take a sip from a new cider she had opened.
“Oh well, it’s great meeting you,” the girl in the jeans replied, running her hand down the middle of Amy’s back with a pat, a gesture that held a hint of something more.
Amy allowed it to happen, tilting her head back for a sip from the cider. She caught a glimpse of the two girls’ facial expressions, who were trying to be sneaky behind her back, seemingly a bit nervous themselves about the encounter. The TV played a compilation of Steve Harvey being funny on his game show.
“Yeah, it’s fun we met,” Amy answered, giving both girls a quick look.
“Relax, here, lean back on the couch, it’s comfy. Steve will entertain us with his reactions,” the girl in the jeans suggested, raising a glass to toast with Amy.
Amy slumped down into the couch, initially sitting with her hands and legs together. It took a few minutes for her to fully relax and open up her body language. The girls quietly sipped their drinks and laughed at some of the Steve segments.
More than five minutes passed, and Amy felt the first physical contact. It wasn’t the direct sexual advance she had feared, but rather an innocent and accidental knee brush. However, even though it was a light touch, it felt magnetic. Amy instinctively brushed her knee back and found herself staring at the legs in front of her rather than the TV.
As time passed, Amy’s sense of time became blurry, and she lost track of what the girls were focused on. She became absorbed in her own conflicted thoughts, unlike anything she had experienced before.
Half of what she was thinking felt shy and self-deprecating. She questioned her presence with these girls, thinking she should be getting ready for bed. She assumed they probably wanted to be alone together again, wondering why she had come in the first place as an older third wheel.
The other half of her thoughts were far more interested and excited. She reminded herself that they were the ones who invited her to come, and they even positioned themselves close on the couch, creating an opportunity by constantly touching her knees. She encouraged herself to focus and stay open to the possibilities.
The latter line of thinking won. Amy wanted to ask them if they were girlfriends, but instead, she mumbled a bunch of words.
“What?” The girl in the skirt giggled back at Amy, looking confused.
“Are you two girlfriends?” Amy managed to clarify.
The two girls exchanged playful looks.
“Not exactly,” the girl in the skirt replied cheekily.
As she said it, the girl in the jeans leaned over Amy’s lap and planted a kiss on the other girl’s mouth. One kiss became two, three, and then her mouth opened, including just the right amount of tongue, stunning Amy.
It was the tipping point. Amy’s mind went blank but tuned into an electric frequency that made her want to close her eyes and fully engage in whatever the girls had in mind.
As they gradually intensified their kiss, Amy sat upright, watching in awe. The girls placed their hands on Amy’s thighs without breaking their passionate moment.
Without further hesitation, Amy joined in, her hands gliding down each girl’s back before lingering at the bottom. The girls redirected their attention towards Amy.
The girl in the jeans pressed her lips against Amy’s, delicately exploring with her tongue. Within moments, she handed Amy over to the girl in the skirt, who promptly assumed control from her friend. Amy willingly left the mouth slightly open as they traded places, completely surrendering to the experience.
The girl in the skirt took charge of the kiss, grasping Amy by the back of her head. In a matter of seconds, the girl in the jeans went from zero to one hundred, caressing Amy’s breasts and sides before turning to sit upright, facing Amy. From this position, she could kiss Amy’s neck after gently parting her hair.
With her eyes closed, Amy surrendered to the seduction of the two girls. Their hands ventured down to the middle of her thighs, using each other’s strength to explore under and over her jeans. Amy couldn’t help but revel in the sensation of having two girls showing such interest in her. It was a memory she would gladly cherish with a twinkle in her eye.
Gradually, Amy’s jeans were unbuttoned and zipped down. As one hand ventured inside her panties for playful exploration, the other returned to cup her breasts, intensifying the experience.
Amy leaned back into the couch, and the girls moved in closer to continue their touching, their hands tantalizingly moving around her legs and between them.
As one of the girls tugged at her jeans, Amy instinctively pushed her hips up, facilitating their removal for easier access. It was a move that seemed surprisingly practiced for someone with limited experience like Amy.
Amy was swept away in the passionate embrace, one hand tenderly holding the girl’s head she was kissing, while the other offered gentle guidance to the hand exploring inside her panties. Her moans filled the room, making her the eldest yet the most unversed in this trio.
Amy’s toes curled in response to the four hands and two mouths pleasuring her. She began offering more guidance, encouraging a faster pace and firmer grip. There was no room for hesitation now; she wanted the sensations to intensify. Amy drunkenly muttered almost inaudibly, “No nonsense anymore, make me feel good!”
“Come here, sit down on the floor,” instructed the girl in the jeans.
The girls backed away from Amy and gently assisted her in sitting on the floor in front of them.
“Rest your head against the couch, like this,” the girl in the skirt suggested as she gently tilted Amy’s head back for support.
The girl in the jeans joined Amy on the floor, sliding down her clothes even further. One leg was off, and the other was tightly around the ankle, out of the way. Next came the panties. Amy was technically still clothed but fully exposed.
In a strangely synchronized move, one girl eagerly positioned herself between Amy’s legs, her mouth open and ready, while the other girl suddenly squatted down onto Amy’s face, completely bare.
Amy experienced it as if she were having an out-of-body moment. Memories of her previous encounters with girls from her younger days flooded her mind. Those experiences unknowingly prepared her for what she was now doing with these girls. The taste and moisture from the thick lower lips filled and coated her mouth, and the other girl eagerly devoured her crotch, akin to a cat at a bowl.
Amy’s partially open eyes captured the image of the girl in the skirt suspended over her face. She had a view up the girl’s top, revealing all the captivating curves and contours. The passion she was providing for one girl was reciprocated by the other with a hunger that was nearly as intense.
The taste was like a delectably sweet syrup for Amy, a flavor she could easily grow accustomed to, perhaps even as a daily indulgence. She couldn’t recall it ever tasting this exquisite in her earlier experiences, but at that moment, it seemed to hit all the right notes. Amy’s tongue operated on autopilot, savoring every moment of the thrilling journey as it caressed the girl’s intimate folds atop her already sticky face. While there was no avoiding the delightful mess, Amy found herself utterly unconcerned, fully immersed in the moment.
Even when the other girl occasionally took small breaks in the licking, Amy persisted. She had no desire or need for rest; instead, she yearned to continue feasting, driven by a burgeoning appetite that demanded satisfaction.
Following one of these breaks, the girl in the jeans continued by inserting a finger inside Amy. As the tongue went back to work, Amy found herself counting from one to ten before experiencing a sudden and intense release of pressure in her lower abdomen. An orgasm surged through Amy at a pace that left her struggling to catch her breath, let alone continue to eat.
Amy stopped licking but kept her mouth pressed against the girl’s wet lips. She needed a moment to catch her breath after experiencing a deep and powerful surge of pleasure.
The girl on Amy’s face stood up, adjusting the folded skirt, while the other girl followed suit. They had another passionate kiss right in front of Amy, who was still on the floor, wiping her mouth and looking up at the two girls.
“You’re not done yet,” the girl in the jeans said, gently guiding Amy’s face forward into her girlfriend’s wet lower lips once more.
Amy held the girl by the ass cheeks for balance and adjusted to position her tongue to travel the entire length of the slit, applying pressure from the bottom to the top of the girl’s crotch.
Normally, even the sound of slurping on wet fruit would make Amy feel self-conscious. However, the buzz that night, coupled with everyone’s enthusiastic desire for the slurping, created the perfect soundtrack to Amy’s long-lost fantasies. Whenever she would reminisce about that moment, she couldn’t help but recall the taste, smell, and sound of it all. The entire experience was so intense that it left her body craving for more while rendering her mind surprisingly blank.
Amy appreciated the gentle guidance the girls provided as they kissed in sync with each other’s energy and Amy’s pace.
At a certain point, Amy grew tired, despite her continued enthusiasm. During the last few minutes as the girl approached climax, Amy closed her eyes and focused intently on maintaining the same motions with her mouth and tongue. She pushed herself to expend the last of her energy while the rest of her mind gradually switched off.
As the girl reached her climax, it became challenging to distinguish whether Amy’s tongue was still in motion or if the girl’s moans were driving the movement. Amy’s mouth was drenched in a layer of juice that had acquired a subtle hint of salted caramel by that point.
When the girl stepped away, Amy used her last reserves of energy to catch her breath.
Amy leaned against the couch once more as the girl in the jeans checked her phone messages, while the girl in the folded skirt retrieved two bottles of water from the kitchen. She handed one to Amy and shared the other.
After their encounter peaked, there wasn’t much conversation. They assisted each other in adjusting their clothes and shared a few nervous laughs, unsure of how to start a new conversation.
“Our flatmate will be home soon,” the girl in the jeans eventually interjected.
“That’s okay, I need to go home anyway. Thank you,” Amy replied, her voice pausing at the end.
“Here is my number,” the girl in the jeans said as Amy also checked the phone. She took it from Amy, typed her number, and dialed it once so they both had it.
The two girls each gave Amy a kiss and softly said goodbye. They agreed to text each other again. Amy double-checked that she had all her belongings, then made her way to the door and left.
What she did back at home was a blur of a late-night snack, a shower, and then passing out on her bed.
She slept until late the following Saturday morning and enjoyed a lazy day at home with TV shows, barely able to register what had happened the night before.
She shocked herself by going through with it, but oddly did not regret it. It felt like a moment she could keep to herself, one that brought up past emotions she thought were suppressed. Amy wanted to leave it at that.
On Sunday, she prepared a late lunch and then dinner for the family’s return from the camping trip. However, as excited as she was to see them again, her anticipation soon gave way to panic.
An hour before the family arrived, the girls texted Amy with a sweet message expressing how much they had enjoyed the night and their desire to see her again. However, their message was followed by a picture that left Amy in shock: it showed her spread legs against the couch while the girl in the skirt straddled her face. It was a picture Amy had no idea had been taken.
Amy was left distraught, wondering how the girls had managed to take such an intimate photo without her knowledge. She found herself grappling with fear and regret. The worst that could happen, happened.
Amy realized that she had no choice but to see the girls again and find a way to delete that compromising photo, especially if there were more.
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