Smutty writing #3

Who knows Best


“You’re a little pain slut who can’t get all he wants from a good girl like Tara.” I dared Seth to counter me, my blue eyes shooting him a look. From across the table, Seth grinned and quirked an eye brow at me. His teeth seemed even whiter in contrast to his tan skin. Running a hand over his buzzed hair, he laughed and spoke,

“What makes you think you know what I want anyway, Gwen?” I twirled a strand of my loose, brown hair and nodded in Tara’s direction.

“Tara and I are practically the same person.” Tara nodded at this.

“It’s true,” Tara said adjusting her tight, blue t shirt. “One of those unfortunate side effects of being best friends.”

“But that doesn’t mean you guys would fuck the same way,” Seth said. He stretched his arms up over his head, and I didn’t hide letting my eyes travel down his well muscled arms and over the tattoos that peaked from under his tank top.

“True,” I said, smoothing an imaginary wrinkle out of my short jean skirt. “I have an idea what you like from knowing Tara. But I’ve got the edge you’ve been craving that she doesn’t have.” I gently touched Tara’s shoulder. “No offense, hun.” Tara shrugged.

“None taken.” She said, running her fingers lightly over my hand. “You’re the domme. Not me.” Tara flipped her short hair back at this. “Goodness knows I could dress up and play that way, but I’d never be able to actually hurt anyone.” Seth laughed.

“I only let professionals touch this body.” I scoffed a little. Seth turned and grinned. “Hey I was trained by a professional!”

“Hmph.” I said, leaning forward, my breasts peeking over the top of my tank top. Seth’s eyes glanced down and back, but too slowly not to be noticed. “You don’t give me much credit. I may not be professional, but I’m a natural.”

“If only I knew,” he said, leaning towards me, his gaze holding mine. I felt a little shiver in me at his boldness, but sat back, retreating, gesturing to his girlfriend… my best friend.. next to me.

“Ah well,” I said. “Guess you’ll just have to train Tara.” I smirked, knowing there was no way little miss goody two shoes could take him like he wanted.

Not like I could, I thought. God knows I wish I could let him know. I’d lusted after him since before he had started dating Tara. I had come close once. There had been a few long conversations, a sleepover or two, but it never amounted to anything. I had never really tried. There had been too much going on at the time. Somehow, I had ended up setting him up with Tara, and before I knew it, they were practically married. Not so happily, as they were currently doing some sort of bizarre lesbian-like breakup get together, have sex, go out, break up dance that only served to further irritate everyone involved and everyone around them. Serves them right for thinking they could break up and still live together.

“Well you know…” Tara started, her dark brown eyes shining mischievously. “It is Seth’s birthday, and I bet I have a great idea for a present.” Seth and I turned to look at Tara.

“Oh boy…” Seth laughed. “That can only mean trouble.” I laughed.

“I like trouble,” I said. “Go on Tara.”

“Well…” Tara started. “Why don’t we see who does fuck you best.” I raised both brows in surprise and Seth nearly choked on the drink he had just taken a sip of.

“Uhhh…” Seth said. “What exactly are you proposing?” Tara grinned like the cat who had swallowed the canary.

“I’m proposing.. that we have a contest. Gwen and I take turns doing certain acts you want to you. After each thing, you can tell us who does it better. In the end we’ll add them up. Whoever has the most points wins.” My jaw had dropped, but not as far as Seth’s.

“Wins what?” I asked, my voice filled with excitement.

“Hmm..” said Tara, running her small hand through her hair. “A night of whatever they want with Seth.” I looked at Seth. His eyes seemed to be ablaze with a fire that I was sure burned in his cunt. I felt something pulse in my clit. Surely I could win this! But Tara had the advantage. They had been dating for months. She had learned the ins and outs already. But he’s not completely satisfied, a little voice said in my head. I grinned. I could win this…

“I’m in.” I said. My voice surprising me and Seth. Tara giggled a little, clapping her hands together. We both looked at Seth.

“You’re serious about this?” he asked Tara, slowly, trying to keep the excitement from entering his voice. Tara nodded enthusiastically.

“Gosh honey,” she said, “You know Gwen and I have done stuff like this before. And what a birthday!”

Seth looked over at me.

“Happy Birthday indeed.”

* * *

Before I knew it, I was standing in the doorway at Seth and Tara’s place. It was the evening of Seth’s birthday. I had decided to dress casually enough, jean skirt, black tank top, and underneath I had a sexy black and red bra and panty set I hoped Seth would like. His favorite colors, I thought to myself, chuckling. I ran a hand through my curls… curls I had worked on for Seth as well. Hey.. all’s fair in love and war.. I thought, and I hadn’t forgotten Seth said he liked long, curly hair. Tara opened the door.

“Gwen!” she squealed. I entered and hugged her. She had dolled up a bit more than I. She was wearing a green halter dress, which made her breasts look perkier and larger than usual. She did have the most perfect breasts, and I had always been jealous how they seemed better than even a surgeon could muster.

Seth was seated on the couch, wearing a black button down over a white t shirt, and black pants. God he was handsome. I walked over and hugged him, not minding that his head happened to be eye level with my breasts. As he pulled me to him, I smelled his cologne. His fingers on the small of my back made me shiver.

“Hey gorgeous.” He said. I pulled back.

“Happy birthday.” I said. He smiled.

”It is, isn’t it?” His eyes danced mischievously, and I marveled at how cool he seemed despite what was about to happen. Well.. couldn’t hurt to get two hot chicks for your birthday.

We made our way upstairs to Seth’s bedroom. In their quasi breakup, Tara and Seth had decided it was best they kept their stuff separate, and only have sleepovers in each other’s rooms. Seth’s room was more appropriate though, I decided. The bed was turned down, exposing his favorite black satin sheets. The room had been lit with candles and smelled faintly of incense and clove cigarettes and at the foot of the bed stood a small handmade chest. Gwen took a seat on the bed as Tara closed the door behind them. Seth took a seat on the window ledge and lit a clove.

“So,” said Tara. “I asked Seth to write a list of a few of his favorite things to have done. Did you do it, baby?” Seth nodded, blowing a thin ring of smoke from his lips. He pulled out a small folded piece of paper from his pocket.

“Sure did.” He laughed. “Think I had it done within seconds of getting home the day we talked about it.” We all laughed. Tara took it from him and came over next to me on the bed. She unfolded the note.

Makeout (clothes on)
Wax play
Blow job
rough sex

“Nice list,” I said, looking over at Seth. Tara giggled.

“Very nice,” Tara agreed. Seth shrugged, taking another drag off his clove.

“It was as basic as I could muster.”

“Not to worry,” Tara said. “You’ll get all you want after I win.” I laughed.

“You think so, eh?” I teased, tickling her side. She squealed and jumped off the bed.

“Sure do!” She said, and trotted over to Seth, wrapping her arms around him. “What do you think honey?” Seth stubbed out his clove in the ash tray, and patted Tara’s back.

“I think we’ll have to see.” Tara faux pouted and swatted his arm, walking over to sit in an arm chair in the corner of the room. Seth chuckled and walked over to the bed. Lying down, he put his hands behind his head and looked from Tara to me.

“Who’s first?” he asked. I looked at Tara. She shrugged, a little pout still on her face.

“Go on, Tara.” I said, ushering her out of the chair. “He is pretty much still yours, after all.” She smirked a little and got up, and I made myself comfortable in the chair she had surrendered, ready to watch the competition.

Tara quickly moved to the bed and straddled Seth. She attacked his lips, his neck, his ears, her little body pressing down him. She was enthusiastic, but Seth kept his hands behind his head. I bit my lip to keep from chuckling. He wasn’t going to make it easy. He was looking to be impressed. He responded almost politely, allowing Tara’s excited little tongue in to his mouth as she pressed herself harder in to him. By this point, she had wrapped her arms around his neck and was kissing him like her life and love depended on it. Finally, Seth grabbed her by both wrists and pushed her back.

“Think we should give Gwen a turn, don’t you think babe?” Tara was panting a little from the effort she had put behind her little makeout session. She may have been disappointed but she merely nodded breathlessly and hopped off him.

I rose, taking my time as I made my way over to him. He had returned his arms behind his head, and his eyes traveled the length of me with a gaze that made me blush. I knew it was to my advantage to let him know I wanted him without the unbridled need to please that Tara had just showed. He didn’t want a puppy. He needed a woman. He needed this woman. Someone who could tempt and tease, give him just enough to almost satisfy but leave him wanting more. I was going to make that happen.

I lay down on the bed, my body the length of his right side. I brought a hand to his chest and slowly wrapped a leg over his, pressing my hips ever so lightly in to his thigh. I leaned over him, my loose curlsr framing his face underneath me. I lowered my lips almost to his, and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom up.

“How bad do you want it?” I asked, barely a whisper, my breath surely tickling his awaiting lips.

“Not that bad,” he said smugly, quirking an eyebrow at me.

“Hard to crack tonight, are we?” I said again, moving away from his lips to begin slowly kissing down his neck. I continued to unbutton his shirt until finally the black fabric fell completely open. My hand traveled down the length of his white t-shirt, and I silently appreciated the way his abs felt even through the fabric. I nibbled lightly on his ear, tasting it lightly with my tongue. I felt him move ever so slightly, pressing a little closer to me and I smiled despite myself. I continued a slow, sensuous trail of kisses down his neck, then pulled his collar down so I could suck on his collar bone. At that, I heard the faintest sound of a moan in the back of his throat. It was almost a low growl…

My fingers found the bottom of his t-shirt and made their way just up under to trace across the skin just above the top of his pants. His skin was smooth and I could almost see the way my pale fingers looked against his tan skin. I brought my hand up to lightly finger his stomach, appreciating the hard muscles under the softness of my touch. My lips had finally found their way back up his neck, across his jaw, and without warning, I took his bottom lip fully in my mouth. He couldn’t hide his lust this time, and moaned in to my mouth, his hips bucking ever so slightly. I felt him kiss back and deepened the kiss, our mouths hungrily taking in each other’s. After a good tease of my tongue across his lips, I finally opened my mouth, and our tongues danced and moved over the other. At once, I felt Seth’s arms go about me, and he pulled me on top of him, grinding his hips in to mine. I had won. I chuckled, pushed off him, and climbed out of the bed. His look of disappointment was priceless.

“You ok, babe?” I asked, licking my lips. I moved over to sit on the windowsill. Seth narrowed his eyes at me slightly.

“Indeed,” he murmured, and sat up, running a hand over his buzzed hair. I turned to look at Tara. She was sitting with a small smile on her face, looking between the two of us.

“That was hot,” she said. “No question you got that round, G.” I smirked and shrugged.

“Benefit of going second, I guess.” She laughed.

“Oh whatever,” she said, standing and grabbing the list from atop the chest at the end of Seth’s bed. “You worked him like a well played game.”

“Hmph,” he said, grabbing the list out of Tara’s hand. “She was alright.” He put the list down next to the chest, and moved down the bed. Undoing the clasp on the chest, he opened it, the lid obscuring my view of whatever he had revealed inside. He looked at me, and I bit my lip at the hungry way his eyes played over me. He looked down and I heard the sound of a lighter. He closed the lid to reveal a small, white wax candle burning in his hand. He handed the candle to Tara and stripped off his shirt.

“We ready to move on, ladies?”