Before they even admitted they wanted to do it with each other, they were talking easily, companionably, exhaustively about sex. For the two hours that they were assigned to the same graveyard shift patrolling the Carnival grounds, it was the topic of choice. They'd been acquaintances and friends for a while now, but hadn't spent that much time solely in each other's company. Now it was late on a balmy summer night, and the absolute stillness, the rides and booths with the Do Not Enter tape and cloth draped over them, all the lights off except that faintly coming from the square window of the guard's office far in the distance... it all contributed to the feeling that they were the only two people in the world right then.
The alcohol helped loosen Sydney's tongue. She might have been naturally a little reserved, but the flask that their friend had slipped them, somewhat illegally, full of a delicious mixture of vodka and pepsi, was making their conversation suddenly seem the most natural thing in the world. They passed it back and forth between them, taking swigs.
***
"Favorite position," Matt asked. Before Sydney had even opened her mouth, though, he answered his own question. "No, wait, I can guess. Doggie style."
"How the hell did you know?"
"You just seem like the type. And I bet after that it's woman-on-top."
Sydney stopped walking to stare at him, a little flustered at his almost too easy reading of her. Her cheeks might have been a little flustered in the darkness. She hastened to add, "Some variations of missionary are pretty interesting too though. I mean, like with my legs up over the guy's shoulders."
"That would require some flexibility."
"I'm pretty flexible."
"Oh?"
Sydney was starting to feel a little damp below just from the mental images her brain was providing her to accompany the conversation. She told this to Matt. He jokingly suggested that they duck into one of the closed booths that they were just patrolling past. She looked at him oddly, trying to decide how serious he was. She could just see his profile in the dim combination of moonlight and starlight. He was a little taller than she, and just the sort of lean muscle she most appreciated - unusual in a guard, whose typical body type ran to bulky, with a beer gut overhanging the shiny belt that came with the uniform, on which most of the tools of the trade were suspended. He had dark, almost jet black hair that had just been cropped short. They were both wearing the ridiculously luminous green jackets that made them clearly visible across the grounds and the parking lots. She was sure the look wasn't particularly attractive on her.
***
"Have you ever tried lubrication?" was one of Matt's questions some time later. He was really enjoying himself, quizzing Sydney. He'd had some sort of gut sense that she was an extremely sexual person, and she'd called him on it once, mock-pouting that he had these ridiculous ideas about her. Not so ridiculous, after all. Add her dazzling openness to the gorgeous package she made, long and toned and devastatingly sexy even in the huge oversized and ugly jackets they were made to wear.
"You mean, for anal? No, and I won't ever consider it. I have holes for things to come out of, and holes to put things in, and they're separate," Sydney said it firmly, but with a touch of humor.
"I don't just mean for that. Even with regular vaginal intercourse, it can really make it better."
"Hmm... I don't see that I'd need it. I get pretty wet when I'm aroused."
"Yes, but it's just a whole other level. And you know how the initial penetration, there's always a little bit of pain, or pressure..."
"It's so worth it though, and sometimes you just want to slam home anyway," she interjected
"Yes," he said, "but it just makes it so smooth. Plus there's the warming kind... You have to try it sometime."
***
"So... what about fantasies?" She asked.
"Well... one of my favorite is to have the woman completely at my mercy, and to keep her mildly stimulated for hours, so she can't cum, but desperately wants to. For hours. Tied up in my bed. And I'll... you know, go out in the living room and watch a couple hours of TV..."
"What??"
"No, hear me out, so when she finally does get release, it'll be mind-blowing."
"Hmm... Maybe, but I'm more for the instant gratification. You know, I want it now and I want it fast. Though I agree with you about the tying-up. That's one of mine. Handcuffs." Sydney licked her lips, almost unconsciously. "You know what I think would be an awesome surprise? To come in and find a woman in my bed, hands cuffed behind her back, wearing lots of see-through underwear, with a vibrator in her pussy."
"Would this be an extremely talented woman?"
"Well, that's what the underwear is for, to hold it in. Speaking of, how many do you have?"
"Of what? Vibrators?"
"Yeah, dildos, whatever."
"I don't actually have one. I've always meant to get one though. And two of my friends both promised to give them to me as birthday presents last year. Neither of them did though. Bitches."
"That won't do... I'll take you to buy one."
"That would be awesome."
"Say, sometime next week?"
"Yeah, sure."
*** A couple hours and several more thinly veiled jokes about having sex on the fair grounds later, it was finally time to clock out and see what the rest of the world was up to. Matt was heading to a party some friends of his were throwing at their house. Sydney's cell phone had died and she couldn't get a hold of the girlfriends she's been planning to get together with.
"Do you wanna come along with me?" Matt asked. They were still being deceptively casual. They'd been talking about it for two hours, sure, but neither had said outright that they'd want to do it with each other. And there hadn't been any physical contact at all.
"Sure, if you don't mind."
*** It was a pretty great party. Whoever Matt's friends were - she couldn't remember their names - they had a fully stocked bar, and Sydney and Matt were currently standing at it taking shots. She was also confiding that she never turned down a dare, at least not when she was drunk. Which easily described the state she was in now. Matt was instantly full of brilliant ideas to test on her.
"I'm serious. I don't turn down a dare."
"Okay. I want you to take off your panties and give them to me."
"Hmm." Sydney had changed into a stretchy white top that clung to her breasts, and a criminally short denim miniskirt that rested low on her hips, threatening to slip off, since she hadn't worn a belt. She'd be pretty damn exposed without underwear on. But she really didn't turn down a dare. Conveniently he hadn't insisted she do it right there in front of anyone who might care to look. Slipping off to the bathroom, which thankfully didn't have too long of a line, she pulled the blue thong off and stuffed it in her pocket. Sashaying back towards him with confidence that she had to convince herself she felt, she subtly passed the tiny scrap of material, already damp with her arousal, over to him. He instantly recognized it for what it was and raised one dark eyebrow at her. Then before she knew what was happening he'd reached over and stuck his hand down the back of her skirt, palming her bare butt in a second of more intimate contact than any they'd had so far. His hand felt big and warm and incredibly sexy. And they were still both standing at the open bar.
"Had to make sure," was his brief explanation. She was tingling from his touch, and could feel warm wetness on her inner thighs. His eyes looked dark and intense and hot gazing at her as if he could see through the one layer that now separated her moist feminine core from him.
After that they didn't stay long. She preceded him down the staircase, and could feel his hot stare fastened on the backs of her thighs all the way down. His place wasn't too far away, he said, so they decided to walk back, though they were moving so quickly and anxiously it was almost a run. She had to stretch to keep up with his long determined stride.
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