Bradley 2.0
Bradley 2.0
By Dawn Ramble
All characters are over 18.
I gradually regain consciousness, only to feel a fingernail touch my nipple. Am I dreaming? Either way, my nipples are wide awake due to this sensual stimulation. A few fingers cup my breast, followed by the fingernail making circles on my nipple again.
"Nice?" A female voice inquires softly. My mind immediately registers the female owner of the finger and fingernail. I've never had a same-sex encounter, but my body is clearly unfazed by this. I'm experiencing all the natural responses to foreplay as the finger glides between my breasts and further down, lightly pinching a tuft of my pubic hair. It does not linger, but instead begins circling my clitoris. I turn over and sense the wetness growing between my legs.
My mind drifts back to a memory of waking up earlier. The sound of a door indicated someone else was in the shared ensuite bathroom - definitely not mine. I heard the sound of someone peeing and then silence. That sound prompted my realization that I also had to pee. I struggled out of the king-sized bed, rushed to the bathroom, and opened the door. Laura was standing in front of the mirror drying her hands; like me, she was naked. Her back was facing me, so we made eye contact in the glass as she grabbed a hand towel. Without speaking, she moved to the other door and left the bathroom quietly. I recall her striking beauty, her toned body, and the impression it left on me.
I nearly fell back asleep on the toilet but forced myself to stay awake and return to bed. As I lay there, my thoughts wandered. Despite consuming a considerable amount of alcohol at the wedding reception, I had managed to avoid a hangover.
Brad and Laura were close friends from our college days, and they had invited me to stay with them. My partner, Dan, stayed home because he would not have known any of our college friends.
Bradley, as he preferred to be called, had been a former boyfriend. We had had a passionate relationship that spanned two semesters. Our bedroom activities were conventional, but he possessed a magnificent penis and an impressive ability to have multiple orgasms in a row, an exception I had not encountered with previous partners. Then came the semester I spent studying at the University of Innsbruck in Austria. We never promised each other anything, but it felt like we were likely to stay together.
However, that plan did not come to fruition. A few weeks into my European adventure, I found myself embracing new friendships and new partners. Drifting from one bedroom to the next, I realized I had given up any notions of celibacy I had made for myself. I did not feel guilty and was not surprised when I returned home to discover that Bradley had also moved on.
Thus, we had one final encounter in Bradley's bed, a friendly and fun experience. At that time, he seemed more relaxed and less burdened by convention - a change likely influenced by Laura.
Now here I am, lying in bed and feeling her hands roam freely, unable to ignore the building sensation it creates within me. Laura positions herself on top of me, pressing her lips to mine. I'm keenly aware of every inch of her naked skin touching mine. She's slightly shorter than me but boasts larger breasts, not huge, but larger than my meager B cups. She nuzzles into my neck and whispers, "You're hot!" before reclaiming my lips with hers. Our tongues engage in a passionate duel, and my nipples dig into her breasts. My hands explore her back and her buttocks as our vaginas grind against each other. This experience is foreign to me, and I'm surprised at how horny and comfortable I feel. Evidently, this is not new territory for her.
She makes the first gesture: removing my shirt, kissing and caressing my chest. My senses are on high alert. Her hands are all over me now, trailing down my body and lifting my shorts to reveal my nakedness. I have her underwear stripped off me, then brazenly return the favor. My hands are slow and deliberate as I caress her soft skin. I cannot get enough of her, and she is returning all of my affection. Our excitement builds and our kisses become even more aggressive.
We switch positions by relocating me on top of her, forcing me to rock my hips seductively. Laura reaches my nipples, caressing and biting them gently while whispering, "So sensitive." My hands find her skin once more, rubbing her back and gripping her hips. Our bodies writhe against each other, and I can feel her growing excited. Pushing my butt up, I sit onto her face, eagerly grinding my buttocks as she tongues my vagina. I can feel her tongue glide against my clitoris, which sends shivers down my spine. Returning the favor, I push her thighs apart and tongue her vagina hungrily, savoring the wetness I have created within her.
We continue to switch positions until we are in the missionary style, both of us flushed and gasping for breath. I engulfed her breasts in my hands as she passionate kissed me, and I feel the waves of pleasure build and build until everything comes crashing down in an orgasm that leaves me panting. She collapses into my arms, still panting and utterly satisfied. Both of us lie there, catering to each other's post-coital needs, and exhaling deeply.
None of these things have been alien to me, yet being with a woman was a completely new experience. I had never expected this particular encounter, but Laura and I had discovered a compatibility I had never experienced before. This night of pleasure and exploration would be remembered.
We slowly rearrange ourselves and dress. I rummage through my bag for my clothes while she proceeds with her morning ritual. She peers over at the reflection of her naked body in the mirror. I realize there is a new softness in her gaze as she looks at herself as an object of admiration. When I'm finally ready, I meet her in the bathroom doorway. We share a sweet kiss as I collect my bag before exiting. I head for the front door and turn with a wave, smiling at her warmth and kindness.
"Thanks for a great night, Bradley," I say as I open the door and step outside.
She waves back, her smile radiating. "Thanks for a great morning, too, Dawn."
She gently moves my body as her tongue explores the path her finger has taken on my stomach, softly nibbling my pubic hair. A finger slips between my lips, entering my sacred space. Then she lowers to her knees, her head sliding between my legs. The finger is replaced by her tongue, licking up and down my clit and darting inside my folds. It feels incredible as her fingers and tongue work together to heighten my pleasure. Her touch knows exactly where to stimulate a woman. I close my eyes and let my head fall back.
When I open them, I find a large erect penis seeking entry to my mouth. Tapping softly against my lips, it seems to signal permission, and soon my mouth embraces it. It glides in and out about three inches, not forcing itself too deep, and I run my tongue around the head and up and down the shaft. I recognize this cock. It's bigger than Dan's, and I grip the spare length of the shaft with three fingers, rubbing it gently. Brad groans. Meanwhile, Laura’s fingers continue to play with my folds, driving me closer to orgasm.
Finally, she stops. In the next instant, the penis is pulled out of my mouth. Seconds later, I'm being pulled towards the edge of the bed, with Laura's wet vagina hovering over my face. They direct my legs back, resting them upon my chest, and then Laura descends onto my outstretched tongue. Simultaneously, Brad pushes into my wet, yearning pussy. The sensation feels incredible, recalling so many memories.
Brad is eager, increasing the pace and depth of his thrusts. Oh, how good it feels to have a thick cock drive me towards climax. The screams I want to emit are muffled by Laura's not-so-gentle covering of my mouth. We both reach our greatest pleasure at the same moment and shares waves of his seed fill me. Not remembering the last time I had unprotected sex, I should be worried, but it feels too good. He pulls out, and Laura leans forward, her sex transferring the seed from my lips to her face.
Next, I feel her lapping up his seed from my core and her ravenous tongue renewing my arousal. Both Brad and Laura wear sated expressions. Laura gets up to straddle me again, and positions her dripping vagina over my face. Brad lies next to me and positions his penis into her. I try to lift my head to lick his balls, but I'm too spent. Instead, I can only lie back and watch as his cock plunges into her dripping pussy. The sight is so erotic, and she eagerly pushes back, gasping and urging him on.
Laura loses focus on my pleasure, and as I reach a second climax, I remember I should protest - but it feels too good. Laura is struggling to move in a manner that accommodates me, and they don't stop. After another intense orgasm, he pulls out, catching some on his hand. He uses it to rub around Laura's anus and then pushes his still partially erect cock into it. I watch with a mixture of awe and desire, my fingers driving me back towards orgasm.
Having already climaxed twice, I anticipate a longer session, but they don't quit, and soon I'm brought back to ecstasy. Laura's fingers return to my core. In unison, they exhale loudly, and he jerks, completing another incredible experience. After disentangling ourselves, we make our way to the ensuite. Their showers have a walk-in design, complete with a handheld showerhead and a rainfall one. We switch positions, lovingly washing each other while being quite careful not to cause any unnecessary discomfort. I feel Laura’s fingers opening me up, and through the soapy haze, I see Brad behind me. Should I ask them to stop?
Laura impacts me with her physique to give me balance as Brad softly inserts his penis inside me. It's a peculiar and somewhat uncomfortable sensation as he advances further but then I experience novel erogenous regions being set alight. Brad exhibits extreme caution. They must perceive I'm an anal virgin because Laura murmurs reassuring utterances while gently kneading my bosoms. As the tempo must increase, Laura retreats and Brad pushes me against the shower wall. He reaches climax more promptly than he previously did. I suppose it's possibly due to my anal cavity's firmness but then I witness Laura draw her finger from his rectum. From this, I comprehend she was aiding him with a tiny prostate massage. I've executed a few of those myself. Soon after, I detect a void as he withdraws from my rear, and it gradually readjusts following a novel permeation.
Post our breakfast, it's time for me to leave. We don't discuss what has just transpired. I express my appreciation for their hospitality and store my belongings in the car. They bid me farewell and convey a wish that I should revisit them and potentially invite Dan, although this seems like little more than a pleasant formality. As I depart, I contemplate how Laura has altered Brad. This is undoubtedly Bradley 2.0. And an additional reflection occurs to me: Dan and I need to begin engaging in unprotected intercourse.
The Epilogue.
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