Maggie Barlow   Age: 28   Demographic: Born: South St. Louis/Lives: Port Orange, FL   High School: Notre Dame   Favorite Restaurant(s): Zia's, Chris'

I think one of the reasons I enjoy writing so much is being able to tell the story. Not just “tell” the story, but having the ability to guide the reader through the experience and getting them from start to finish.

See, the start is always the same in every story, and the finish is, well, the finish is what it is. It is the ride along the way, and all the shit that happens in between, that makes the experience special for me. If the author is successful, the reader feels no more and no less than is intended.

There are many ways a story can be told and still get from point A to point B. This story is no different. I am gonna tell this story in the manner I think my readers will enjoy most.

I am gonna get right into the story since I figure most people who are reading this also read last week’s and already know what it is about, as well as the players involved.

While I was not afforded the luxury of meeting Allison in person prior to the events I am about to describe, I did get to see pictures of her. I was not exactly all warm and fuzzy with the situation; however, because she and Lesley agreed to allow both David and Nick to be present, I did not push the issue. I am not certain what the term “lipstick lesbian” means for sure, and since the true definition is not of such importance to this story, I decided to not waste any time researching it. I will just say that Allison is a beautiful girl, far removed from the stereotypical lesbian. Allison was my height, blonde, tan, and a little heavier than me. She had very nice boobs, and she was wearing a bra and top which accented them well. Her physical appearance answered many of my questions regarding Lesley and their relationship.

Allison and Lesley arrived at our home 45 minutes late. When I apologized for perhaps not providing clear directions, Lesley rolled her eyes and told me they had visited the flea market prior to coming here. This made me feel very special. When they arrived, I met them at the door to welcome them to my home, and of course, my dogs provided their own special greeting...a chorus of barks and yipes. Lesley disregarded the canine presence and entered. Allison stepped back outside and hid behind the door, explaining that she could not be around dogs and was unaware that dogs would be present. I apologized again, and asked David to contain the dogs in Nick's room. I thought it odd that a lesbian would be receptive to the presence of two hetero males watching her have sex; however, dogs in the same building would be a deal breaker. Allison and I were not off to a great start here.

After some superficial introductions were made, Lesley complimented David and me on our condo and pointed to the loft, asking if that was the bedroom. I answered in the affirmative and asked if she would like to see the upstairs. I motioned for her to follow me and began to ascend the staircase. Allison sprang to her feet and followed right behind Lesley. When we got upstairs, Allison asked if there was a bathroom up here and indicated that she needed to pee....ewwww. I pointed in the direction of the bathroom and looked behind me to see if the guys were on their way...they were not. Lesley walked across the room to our bed and casually began to remove her clothes, continuing her idle conversation as she did. Just like before, she meticulously folded each item of clothing and placed them on a chair next to the bed. She walked toward me, pausing at the mirror to peer at her reflection. She flipped her hair and then shook her head back and forth. Allison exited the bathroom (still dressed) and began to survey the room for a spot to put her purse. Lesley playfully embraced and kissed her as she passed by. Allison seemed to tolerate Lesley's affection but made no discernable effort to reciprocate. I thought it time for me to remove my clothes as well; however, I wanted David and Nick to watch when I did. Again, I looked down the staircase and could not see either of them. I walked over to the short wall of the loft and silently motioned for them to join us. When they entered the room, Allison was on the far side of the bed getting undressed. Modestly (arrogantly?), she turned her back to the guys and finished undressing. I walked away from David and Nick, and joined Lesley on the near side of the bed. I pulled my top over my head, and instinctively, Lesley pulled my shorts down and over my hips, letting them fall to the floor. I took off my bra and underwear, resisting the urge to look back at the guys. Allison was already on the bed, lying on her back, and checking her face in her compact...dude.

Okay, before we go any further, I wanna say some shit here about where my head is at on this thing, so far.

First, you would think that since I am about to embark on a bi-experience, the kind you can only dream about, or read about in Penthouse forums, that I would be focused on that. Perhaps even nervous about that. But no, I am thinking about Nick watching me totally naked from just a few feet away. I was quite excited by this. Further, I am very uneasy about the Allison thing. She does not seem happy about the arrangement, and she has already dissed my dogs, and urinated...or worse. Allison seems like a Prima Dona, and I am thinking she is gonna be a handful today.

Lesley grabs Allison's ankles and gently adjusts her position on the bed. Next, she climbs atop of Allison, inverted, and in a 69 position. I move to the foot of the bed, glancing at the guys as I do. I tried to look sexy, but I am sure I just looked like a big ol' dork. Lesley looked up from her cunnilingual efforts and motioned for me to join her. I did, and with my my face just inches away from hers; I began to lick Allison's cookie. I watched as Lesley's tongue deftly tickled and stroked Allison's clitoris. I moved my tongue closer to hers, intertwining with it at times as we both worked at Allison. Allison was barely moving during this activity. Her hips were not moving with our efforts. She was not grinding against our tongues. She was not making any noise indicative of her level of enjoyment being optimal. I suppose Allison was doing something to Lesley, since Lesley's tweeter was in her face; however, I was not gonna go and look. After maybe twenty minutes in this position, Lesley rose and moved to the side of both Allison and me. I was alone between Allison's legs, and I continued to provide stimulation to her clitoris, the only way I knew. I looked up towards Allison; her breasts looked magnificent even from this angle. I reached for her left breast with my right hand, cupping and squeezing it gently. I then made eye contact; her eyes were open until she noticed me looking at her. Allison closed her eyes and made a kind of noise, which indicated she was impatient or annoyed. Quickly, Lesley moved to intercede, gently moving me aside...more with her body language than with physical contact. Now I was embarrassed. Lesley brought Allison to orgasm...a silent orgasm. I mean, it sounded like someone suppressing a sneeze. As soon as her orgasm ended, Allison sat up in the bed, propped herself against a pillow, covered herself, and grabbed her compact again.

Lesley reached for my hand and invited me verbally to assume the position Allison previously occupied. I obliged, still embarrassed that I was not able to provide Allison the required pleasure to produce her puny orgasm. Lesley went down on me exactly as she had two months ago in the hotel room. I came in short time and was vocal in doing so. Allison never touched me during this time.

Immediately after my orgasm, I got up and reached for Lesley's hand so I could reciprocate. Lesley scooted up to the top of the bed and lay down on her back. As soon as I positioned myself between her legs, Allison began to make that noise...again. Clearly, she was annoyed with the proceedings. She got out of the bed, hurriedly put on her top and shorts, grabbed her purse and underwear and stomped across the room and down the stairs. A few seconds later, I heard the front door slam. In what I am gonna assume was a fitting symbol of good riddance, the dogs began barking. Lesley took a deep breath and then exhaled disgustedly. She looked at me and shook her head. Lesley then unleashed an Allison-rich and F-word laden tirade, which would have made a rapper blush. She got dressed in a hurry and apologized to all of us. Lesley kissed me on the cheek as she was leaving, and I asked David to walk her downstairs.

I am guessing that Allison and Lesley had an interesting ride home.

When David came back upstairs, he was treated to quite a site. Nick and I were both in bed. I was on top of Nick, still naked, and Nick had his hands on my ass. My hair teased against his bare chest, as I rocked up and down against his penis. I moaned rhythmically as if beginning to orgasm. The bedspread covered the lower half of both of our bodies, and Nick was seemingly startled when David entered the bedroom. I stopped moaning but continued to grind against Nick’s penis.

“Come join us, David…come and fuck me, too” I managed, while looking at David over my right shoulder.

As you might imagine, David had a very strange expression on his face. Evidently, he did not expect to enter his own bedroom and find his naked wife on top of his best friend, apparently engaged in a mutually satisfying session of sexual intercourse. David said nothing, and I could almost feel Nick’s penis go soft against my vagina. For a few seconds, which seemed like forever, David stared in disbelief at a picture surely to be eternally etched in his memory. And then he turned and began to walk down the stairs.

“No!…No!…David, it is okay, look, look!” I shouted, as I pulled the covers back to reveal that Nick was still wearing his cargo shorts.

Still silent, David sighed in relief and managed a smile.

I think he was expecting Ashton Kutcher to walk out of the bathroom.
Nick seemed relieved also as he raised his hands where David could see them. I removed myself from Nick, got out of the bed and walked across the room to hug David. I was still naked, and David squeezed my ass cheeks tightly as we embraced. Finally, he began to laugh, and said we were both dirty fuckers to do this to him. Nick now roared almost uncontrollably, still sitting on the edge of the bed. I jumped up into David’s arms, and wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing him as I did.

“I can tell it is time for me to go” Nick offered, as he headed towards us. David took one hand off my butt and slapped it against Nick’s hand as he passed us and went downstairs.

Yeah, Nick and I agreed to do something like this a few days ago, while David was in Tampa. It was my idea of course, since I am the only one gifted with the ability of abstract thought. Nick was reluctant at first, but I assured him that David would not go crazy and start hitting us both. I did not count on all the preceding drama involving Allison and Lesley. I figured I would feign thirst and ask David to get me a bottle of water or something, and then create the scene he unknowingly walked into.

As soon as David heard Nick go out the front door, he carried me to the bed, dropped me, and tore off his own clothes. His dick was already hard, and I anxiously spread my legs and waited for him to enter me. He fucked me hard while whispering his thoughts about the events from the day into my ear. I wrapped my legs around him again and squeezed tightly until we both orgasmed.

So, some quick math reveals that Allison is number five on the list of girls whose cookies I have eaten. There have been prolly ten other girls whom I have kissed or fondled, but I ain't mucking up my sexual past with some tongue kissing and boob touching. This episode is tied for first as the worst experience, along with the stupid thing I did with Ricko and his ex-girlfriend. I am thinking this thing was doomed from the beginning. I should never have agreed to do it. The room was too crowded, for anyone to behave naturally. Allison was a turbo-bitch, and I have no idea why she wanted to do something in which she clearly had so little interest. The little trick Nick and I played on David turned out to be the highlight of the thing, and that was an afterthought. I think this thing was too forced by all parties.

Nick had a date Saturday night, and as I write this, he is not home yet. I am sure he made some girl very happy.

David and I went out for a nice quiet dinner after the Lesbo trifecta. He smiled a lot. I asked him if it bothered him that Nick watched me. He explained that he trusts Nick, and he is proud of me. This touched me. I guess I am fortunate to have a secure husband, who is not jealous or threatened by who I am.

David said he knew watching girls have sex was something Nick was eager to experience, and that he was glad I could play a role in providing that for him.

On that note, I mentioned that after we watched Ass Angels last week, Nick also seemed pretty eager to try the butt secks.

I jokingly suggested perhaps I could play a role in expediting the fruition of that fantasy for Nick also.

David seemed less eager for that to occur, as he questioned whether or not we were still talking about Nick’s fantasies.

I am so transparent…


Maggie writes 'Maggie on Top' every Wednesday. Question or Comment? Send an e-mail to maggirl2k2@hotmail.com.