Dark Angel: The New Arrangement redux

It had been a long day of biking through the city, but Max didn’t feel tired. Hot, but not tired. As she sprinted up the steps of her building—she would say she lugged her bike, but it felt next to weightless—she felt so much energy it was burdensome. She wanted to play the tendons of her long, supplely muscled legs like a stringed instrument. She wanted to pump her tawny arms at her sides until they were so locked into the rhythm that they couldn’t wander.

At the same time, she wanted to be locked away from the temptations of the city, because everything was a temptation while she was in heat. Cigarette smoke made her think of Logan holding a lit cigarette to her sweaty skin, the cherry-red tip just shy of her dewy hair, tantalizing her with the nearness and yet absence of physical sensation…

Max believed in a girl getting her swerve on when a swerve needed to swerve, but she couldn’t look the way she did and have a reputation for being freaky. She’d have men lining up around the block.

She was expecting the apartment to be a respite from a day of frustrated desire, but not what a respite it would be. The apartment was dark, cool and airy, with the smell of incense filling the air. A calm, restful aura permeated the place, without even a hint of the chaos that could visit anywhere in Seattle these days.

Max exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She’d been worried that Kendra would have a man over. And for all her errors in judgment, Kendra had good taste in men. Max could’ve easily found herself trying to turn some lucky guy’s one night stand into a double-dip. Much as she liked sex, Max didn’t like the Penthouse Forum and she’d hate to find herself described there.

“Power out again?” Max asked, spotting Kendra lighting candles against the gloom. Then she noticed the windows were shut, denying the room the sunlight that usually served during the frequent brownouts. “Telescope boys at it again?”

“None of the above,” Kendra answered as Original Cindy came in with the massage oil.

Max gaped a little at Cindy. She was only wearing a towel. The thin, clean line of her jaw and firm set of her chin suggested the strength that gave her a beauty she couldn’t get from name-brand make-up and spas, or anything else that was only the province of the rich these days. Whatever her ancestry was, it had given a lovely golden tint to her smooth dark skin and full, generous lips. Slashing cheekbones accentuated her dark eyes with thin, arched brows, black as the coils that graced her toned shoulders.

Kendra flashed her beautiful hazel eyes at Original Cindy. She took the bottle from her filled her hands with the glistening lotion. Cindy turned away from her, flattening her body to the table, and now that she’d made an open spread of her back, Kendra began massaging it. Coating her shoulders and back with the sweet-smelling oil. It was warm and felt good.

She worked her hands slowly down Cindy’s back, expertly kneading the tired muscles. With Kendra’s hands settling on her ass, Cindy had to let out a groan expressing the surge of enjoyment running through her. She didn’t need any lotion for her pussy. It was wet all on its own.

“I’d say someone lost a bet, but I’m not sure who.” Max looked to Kendra, as adorably and somewhat sensually unkempt as ever, with her hair like she’d just been fucked and her loose geisha robe on over silk boxers and an old top she’d borrowed from Max and never given back.

“Who has to lose? I think this is a win-win.” And Kendra took the towel off of Cindy.

Not a stitch on her as she laid on her belly, back and shoulders and upper arms gleaming like freshly dipped chocolate candy from the same lotion Kendra was currently applying to her waist and flanks. Countless times Max had seen Cindy’s underwear drying on her bike, but never what they contained. Now she thought that as ostentatious as Cindy’s frilly silk panties were, they couldn’t hold a candle to the body they adorned.

Cindy’s ass didn’t look untouched. Even as Max watched, Kendra dug her fingers into it, molding the supple flesh in her hands to Cindy’s groaning delight. The black woman was clearly relieved by all this tender attention, and Max could only envy her.

Max momentarily thought about backing out of their shared apartment and going to pester Logan, but screw that. She wasn’t going to be chased out of her own home. If they wanted privacy, they could ask for it, not treat Max like a cat to be locked out when there was fun to be had.

“Laundry day again, Cindy?” she asked, shit-eating grin in place as she doffed her jacket and went to check the fridge.

Usually she might be a bit more diplomatic, but she was in heat. She’d taken cortasentol to control her urges, but she still felt bitchy as hell, noticing with throbbing insistence whenever someone was the least bit sexual. So though she knew there was nothing wrong with… whatever Kendra and Cindy were doing, she was still fucking irritated they’d picked now to do it.

“Now Max, why would someone with your body think that bare flesh is something shameful?” Kendra said, cheerful as always, which didn’t exactly go with where her hands were on Original Cindy’s naked body. “Cindy and I realized that, since we’re always broke, we could just trade favors with each other. So, I’m giving Cindy a sensual massage—”

“Doubt that’s the right word choice,” Max said, giving up on food in the fridge and going to check the pantry for cereal. “You don’t think this might make it weird, living together?”

Kendra went for the scented oil, warm from the hotplate, and smoothed it over Cindy’s back in long, lazy strokes. She went slow, caressing Cindy’s softening muscles, her hips, and gently rubbing at her mons to encourage those lazy glands to get to work and lubricate her. She wanted all of Cindy to be nice and loose.

“What’s weird?” Cindy asked. “We’ve seen each other go to the bathroom, seen each other get out of the shower—”

Max wondered what was up with them. Cindy was gay, sure, but Kendra ran around with way too many men to be anything but straight. So where was this bicurious act coming from? Had she taken enough LSD to drive her to sexual experimentation or something? Because Kendra would take just about anything but a cyanide tablet. But it wasn’t like Cindy would take advantage of their friend while she was drugged…

“There’s getting an eyeful and then there’s getting a handful. And are you touching her—"

“And with walls this thin, Original Cindy knows all about folks in here getting a handful of themselves.”

Kendra was hot herself. She stopped occasionally to feel at her breasts, the nipples rising pleasantly, almost lazily into a stiff yearning for more. She wished Cindy could see what she was doing to herself, but it was fine to let Max see instead. If Max didn’t desire to touch Cindy like Kendra was doing, maybe she’d want to touch Kendra like Kendra was doing.

Kendra nodded. “Probably way more healthy to touch each other. Sociable like.”

Her hands moved down Cindy’s legs, working the warm oil into her thighs and calves.

Then again, Max thought, raising an eyebrow, Original Cindy was one hell of a hottie. And so was Kendra, for that matter. If Kendra wanted to experiment, Max doubted Cindy would mind. She just wondered what would prompt it. Could it really be as random as a friendly massage that had become something more… or was Max reading too much into things? Maybe this was totally platonic and her being in heat was giving a sexual slant to something innocent.

“Mmm,” Cindy said, feeling the warm glow spread through her as Kendra massaged it in until it was all over her, as deep in her as it was in her back. Her body was a cauldron of delight. She felt like she would never have to leave it.

“So what are you getting out of it, Kendra?” Max asked, settling down at the breakfast nook with a bowl of cereal, if no milk.

“Oh, I get to have sex with her,” Kendra answered breezily.

Cindy opened her legs for her. Kendra moved her hand against Cindy’s pussy, rubbing the luscious oil into her labia, between her buttocks.

Suddenly Max could barely control herself. She was burning up with desire. “You’re, uh… you are… you’re prostituting yourself?”

Cindy giggled. “There ain’t no money changing hands, Max. She’s just doing a favor for me and I’m doing a favor for her. Damn sight better than trying to find a decent lay outside this apartment.”

“Yeah,” Kendra tittered. “And I get to keep my masseuse skills up to snuff. In fact—” She stopped massaging Original Cindy, emphasizing the point by putting a little smack on Cindy’s ass. “I think that’s one top-grade massage you’ve received. Your turn. Pay up.”

Cindy lifted herself up from the table, supporting her raised upper body on her arms. She and Kendra were eye to eye. Kendra put her arms around Cindy. Cindy put her arms around Kendra.

Max’s eyes bulged. Her groin felt like it was too, swelling until her tight leather pants were way too tight. Cindy had never hit on either of them, respecting that they were straight as much as they respected her lesbianism, but Cindy and Kendra seemed so natural together that Max doubted her own sexuality. If Kendra could swap sides, then why couldn’t a wayward X-5 at least try…

Her roommates kissed, throwing Max’s thoughts into such overdrive that it was impossible to tell what exactly she was thinking. Just like Cindy with a girl, or Kendra with a man, they pressed their mouths into each other, their tongues out, their breasts crushing together.

Max saw Cindy slip her hand into Kendra’s top. It was thrilling. She’d almost rather watch the two of them than take either’s place.

They kissed and fondled each other for several long moments before moving on. Kendra shucked off her robe. She pulled Max’s top up over her head. And Cindy turned to give Max a look.

“You really ought to owe us favors for getting to see this,” she said. Max’s view was of Kendra’s disrobing body right behind Cindy’s already naked one. “But I suppose we can give you one show on the house. Just so you know we’re as hot together as you think we are. But after this, you’re going to have to get us back.”

Max nodded absently. All she could really do was stare. Kendra had bigger breasts. Cindy’s were just small swellings on her lissome frame. But the sight of them still had a powerful effect on Max. She thought of how delicious it felt when her own breasts were felt, sucked, bitten. Then she thought of all the luscious sensations that could go through a woman, two women, when they were playing with each other the way Cindy and Kendra were. It suddenly seemed like so much more feeling than anything she’d ever managed to receive.

They kissed again. And without any clothing in the way, they reached for each other’s breasts. Max saw how Kendra ran her hand over Cindy’s petite breasts. Then Kendra pushed Cindy down on the table. She bent over her, lowering her face to Cindy’s chest.

“Thanks for giving me such a great massage,” Cindy breathed as Kendra suckled at her breast. “You can fuck Original Cindy as much as you want for a massage like that…”

The sight of a woman who knew exactly how she liked to have her breast played with, now playing with another woman’s breast, was a revelation to Max. She’d never dreamed she’d see such a thing outside of some porno tape, but this was real, actually felt, not faked. It was like she was a scientist who had stumbled onto some groundbreaking discovery. And she was more full of lust than she’d ever been before.

Cindy helped Kendra lower her pants. Kendra was now completely nude in front of the lesbian—not that she was looking very heterosexual herself at the moment. Hell, if Max hadn’t walked in on Kendra with four or so boyfriends over the years, she wouldn’t even buy the blonde was heterosexual.

Cindy bore Kendra to the ground, ending up between her legs. She put her hands under Kendra’s knees, lifting them up and separating them. From where she sat, motionless, Max couldn’t quite see between Kendra’s legs.

Sure, she knew that being eaten out was about the most lesbian sex act there was, but the thought that Kendra would let another woman do that to her was… well, it had been a long time since Max had found a man who would go down on her. She knew how much you got to craving it—especially now.

When Cindy put her face into Kendra’s lap, Max turned green with envy.

“Ohhhhh!” Kendra moaned, clearly considering the massage a small price to pay for the enjoyment she was getting now.

Cindy had her face wedged right between Kendra’s thighs. Max couldn’t see how closely, but there was no mistaking how ardently Cindy wanted the other woman, how she wouldn’t settle for anything less than to have all of Kendra up against her.

Max watched how Cindy’s head bobbed slowly as she covered Kendra’s womanhood with hot licks. She tried to imagine her own face against a woman’s cunt. She knew how her own felt and smelled, but she couldn’t imagine the taste, the feel of it. She was beginning to think she should know those things.

One thing was clear: Kendra enjoyed what Cindy was doing. Max had heard Kendra’s vocalizations coming out of her bedroom after a hot date. But those were nothing compared to this.

“OOOOOO!” Kendra cried out with lust.

And Max could see, see an unimaginable passion that couldn’t be expressed with any word, that arched Kendra’s back and lifted her legs and made her fold herself until her knees rested against her breasts. Her head was thrown back, sweeping from side to side as if to escape all the sensation that had to fit in her unprepared skull.

Max reached into her pants. And without taking her eyes away from the naked women and their mutual joy—Cindy to be eating out a girl, Kendra to be serviced—she cupped her naked sex. When she grabbed it, her body shook. Max’s excitement had only been waiting for one lit match to burst into flame.

Cindy’s head continued to nod, but also started moving in circles. Then back and forth. Max realized that she was fucking Kendra with her tongue.

She moaned aloud, but thankfully Kendra and even Cindy were being too loud for anyone but her to notice. Yes, Cindy might’ve had her tongue in Kendra’s sex, but she was still making gluttonous noises of hunger and satiation. It was obscenely obvious how much she enjoyed the taste she was getting at Kendra’s core.

As well, Cindy looked up over Kendra’s undulating belly, abs swimming in and out of view with her flexing body. Max saw her eyebrows lift and her eyes flash. She was delighting in the view as much as anything else. Max could only imagine how wonderful Kendra looked up close, pleasure written all over her face, her moans wrapping all around Cindy like a hot bath.

“OHHHHHH God!” Kendra gasped out, her voice fluttering between screams and exhausted sighs. “I’m commmming! AHHHH!”

Cindy kept her face deep in Kendra’s lap, even with the blonde writhing all over. She held on to Kendra’s thighs and tried to match the blonde, delight for delight.

“Shit, shit!” Kendra cried, and pushed Cindy’s head away from her visibly throbbing womanhood—clearly unable to take anymore.

Cindy lifted her head and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Kendra stayed on her back, chest heaving. Her loud breathing was a thrill to hear.