Page 38 of Party Favors
She held up the tie. “Can I put this around your eyes?”
“Yes.” Amanda’s chest was heaving, her breasts straining the cups of her bra. Wren wanted to peel that bra off with her teeth.
They got the tie situated and comfortable.
“You can pull it right off if you need to,” Wren said.
“I know.”
“Good. Lie back, but keep your feet planted on the arms of the chair.”
Amanda followed directions, sending a pulse of power through Wren’s chest.
She hooked her fingers under the crotch panel of Amanda’s panties and speared them into her. Amanda’s pussy was soft and slick with arousal, and it clenched around Wren’s fingers.
“You like my fingers in your cunt?” Wren asked, stroking gently over Amanda’s G-spot. Wren was dirty talking, but she also wanted to know. Some people could take it or leave it. For Wren, she would normally forgo fingers for something bigger and blunter, but it would also be nice to be finger-fucked every once in a while. Sweet, almost.
“Yes … I can come this way.” Amanda said. She squirmed.
“Can you now? You’re just a needy slut, huh?” Wren whispered, trying it out to see how Amanda took it.
Amanda’s mouth dropped open, and she panted, a pink blush glazing her cheeks. She was sin incarnate with her eyes covered and her sex face on. Jesus Christ.
“I love that you’re needy, baby. I love the way you’re writhing on my fingers. You’re perfect.”
Amanda’s hands scrabbled over the wooden surface of the table trying to find purchase, and her pussy started that telltale fluttering, so Wren pulled her fingers out. Amanda really could go off like a party popper, which delighted Wren to no end. The fact that Amanda had complained about her partners in the past not making her come made Wren wonder if they’d even fucking tried.
“Oh geez,” Amanda breathed, rolling her head against the table.
Wren reached up and dabbed a bit of Amanda’s own arousal on her parted lips. Amanda licked at it desperately.
“What are you feeling, pretty girl?” Wren asked, selecting a toy she hoped would blow Amanda’s mind.
* * *
What was Amanda feeling? She had no idea.
Nothing.
Everything.
Not being able to see made Amanda very aware of her own body, of its needs. Its demands. Every sensation was staggering, including her own taste on her lips.
“I don’t … I can’t talk,” she managed to gasp out.
“That’s okay. As long as you feel good.”
“I do.”
A sudden buzzing reached Amanda’s ears. She assumed it was a vibrator, and her assumption was verified as Wren pressed the toy lightly against her leg as if to warn her.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” Wren said.
Amanda nodded. Wren moved the crotch of Amanda’s panties to the side again and pressed a few fingers back inside. It felt so damn satisfying and way more intense than normal. That had to be the blindfold, but maybe it was also Wren. The shape and strength of Wren’s fingers, the fact that Wren definitely knew her way around a pussy.
Amanda squeezed her inner muscles around the digits, wishing they were thicker, that she was full to bursting, but also recognizing that this felt too awesome to wish for anything else.
Wren traced the tip of the vibrator up the inside of Amanda’s groin. It felt smooth, small, and cylindrical.A bullet, Amanda’s brain provided helpfully like she’d suddenly acquired a bunch of sex toy knowledge. Amanda tried to arch toward it, but Wren tutted, and Amanda fell back onto the table, breathless.
