come if he had fucked my cunt.
As I had done when Mike had fucked me while I ate Martha, I exaggerated my excitement.
'Barry, I love it!' I screamed as loudly as I could. I hoped that Mike heard me.
Barry took my screams for encouragement. Unfortunately, his own orgasm hadn't diminished his hard-on and it still painfully stretched my asshole.
Finally, Barry withdrew his cock. My ass hurt like hell. Nevertheless, I still had my face buried in Martha's tasty snatch and that helped make up for the pain.
I gave Martha's cunt one last lick and then I stood up. I wanted to see where Mike had gone and to find out if he was angry. I wanted to discover whether or not he had realized how excited I had been with Cynthia earlier that night. I also wondered if my feigned excitement over Barry's ass-fucking had fooled Mike as easily as it fooled Barry.
When I found Mike, he had already started to get dressed. He looked at me strangely.
'Ready to go?' I asked.
'Yes. Are you?' I couldn't tell if he was angry or not. His expression was calm, but I thought I detected some tension beneath the surface.
I decided to take the bull by the horns. 'Did you like watching me with Cynthia?' I asked.
'Yes and no,' he said enigmatically.
'What does that mean?' I asked.
'I'll tell you when we get home,' he said.
We rode home silently. As soon as we were inside our house, I asked Mike what he had meant by yes and no.
'I liked watching you,' he explained. 'Cynthia's a tough-looking chick. It turned me on to watch you with her. But I didn't exactly enjoy the way you acted when you started to come. You went absolutely crazy. I've never seen you do that with any man, including me.'
'I liked it,' I admitted. 'But I'm not going to argue with you about how much,' I told him. 'We're supposed to meet Susan tomorrow. Why have a fight now?'
'That's just the point,' Mike said. 'You seem to like women better than men and we're close to taking a woman into our house. I feel like not picking her up tomorrow.'
'Look, Mike. We don't even know if she's bisexual. We don't know if she'll be attractive, either. But if you're so damn worried, I'll promise you that if you ever want her to leave, she'll leave. All you'll have to do is say the word. We should at least try it and see how it works out.'
'I guess you're right, Lori,' he said. 'But I'll remember your promise. If I say out, she goes out. No delay. No arguments. If I want her to go, she goes.' I told him.
'Let's not be so damn grim about it'
'As long as we've decided to give her a try, let's enjoy it. It might be the best thing that ever happens to us.'
Mike smiled his old, familiar smile. 'Okay, Lori. I'll try to relax and enjoy it. I'll help if she's good-looking. Let's hope she is. But don't forget that promise.'
Again I had won a victory, a victory with reservations, a victory that didn't eliminate potential problems, but a victory nonetheless. At least we would be picking Susan up the next day.
That night, I had the dream again. The dream changed considerably, however. My own role reversed itself completely. I was no longer a reluctant lesbian, but a seductress!
At the start of the dream, I lay on the four-poster bed in the beautiful room that I had dreamed about before. A girl I had never seen before stood at the door. I knew her name.
'Susan, please come here,' I said to her.
She was a beautiful young girl, long brown hair, a pretty face, a curvy body, a hairy beaver. She was as reluctant to approach me as I had been to approach the Eurasian woman in my earlier dreams.
The rest of the dream followed the same pattern as my previous dreams, except for the total reversal of roles for me. I coaxed the girl, brought her to the bed. Then I bent my head down and started to kiss her pussy. At that point, the dream ended.
I awakened, horny, but exhilarated. I decided that the dream had to be a good sign, an omen of good fortune. I was sure now that Susan would be beautiful and that she would be receptive to my sexual advances. If she weren't bisexual already, she would be soon.
CHAPTER SIX
The day after the party was the day we were to meet Susan. I found it agonizing to wait until five o'clock, the time Mike had arranged to pick her up at her motel. I tried to busy myself with cleaning the house to make it ready for her in case she did come to live with us.
Finally, late in the afternoon, we drove over to pick her up. On the way, Mike and I discussed how we should handle ourselves when we met her, finally deciding to just play it by ear.
We parked the car and walked into the motel lobby. After a few minutes of waiting around aimlessly, we were even more anxious than before. Suddenly, Mike's eyes lit up. I looked around and gave a start of surprise when I saw what he saw. A girl was walking towards us.
It had to be Susan. At first glance, she seemed as much woman as girl. She combined all the freshness of youth with the radiant sexuality and fully developed body of a mature woman. She had a beautiful face, highlighted by luminous green eyes and a full-lipped sensuous mouth. A thick black mane of hair trained the perfect oval of her face. She had a perfect body. Her thin blouse didn't hide her big tits. Mike took in his breath sharply at the sight of those two magnificent jugs. The rest of her body was good, too. She had a narrow waist, round hips, and a firm, well-shaped ass. Her low-slung jeans were so tight they looked like they had been painted on.
She walked up to us and for a second Mike and I were speechless. She spoke first.
'You must be Mr. and Mrs. Adams,' she said. Then she smiled, a beautiful, white-toothed smile. She didn't look the same as the girl in my dream, but she was even more beautiful.
Mike regained his power of speech. 'You can call us Mike and Lori,' he told her. 'Let's go into the bar and talk for a while.'
We walked into the motel's dark, smoky cocktail lounge. The three of us crowded into a snug corner booth, Mike and I on either side of Susan. I moved close to her and felt her firm hip pressed against mine. I moved even closer; she didn't try to move away.
'Where are you from?' Mike asked.
'From not too far away,' Susan answered.
The vagueness of her answer surprised us, but neither Mike nor I were willing to press her any further.
'Why are you looking for someone to live with?' I asked.
'I can't live at home any more. I don't enjoy living alone either. I don't want roommates my own age because they're too immature,' Susan explained.
Again her answer told us a little, but not really very much about her. But we were reluctant to press her for more details. We were both afraid that she might resent such questioning and leave. I hoped we would learn the answers with time, just as I hoped we would learn about her views on bisexuality. We were both so taken with her sensual beauty that we didn't want to risk losing her so soon.
'Do you want me to pay room and board?' Susan asked. She had a lot of self-assurance, I realized. We hadn't even told her that she would definitely be living with us.
'That won't be necessary,' Mike assured her. Then he smiled and winked. 'You can help out around the house,' he said.
Susan smiled shyly. 'I guess I could,' she answered.
'Let's go get your stuff. You can move in tonight,' Mike said.
'I've packed up all my things. I'll go to my room and get them,' Susan said.
Mike and I went with her to help. As we walked to the room, Mike and I a few steps behind her, we could
