The Beginning of the Edge
“You must tell me everything instantly. I’ve already cleared the afternoon, so there is nothing else I have to do today. Now don’t stop until I’ve heard everything, and even then keep going. But mind you not to make up a single thing, I’m not your husband or your bit on the side. I’m your friend Susana, and I’ll accept nothing but the absolute truth. Now hurry along.”
“Oh it was terrible,” she said, shaking her head as she watched the blue smoke rise up towards the ceiling. “I found him and he was even more handsome than I remember, and he touched me, and I felt him press against me…”
“Now slow down, young lady. This isn’t what I meant at all. I want the details and I want all of them, not the ramblings of some school girl tart with a crush on her teacher. Smoke slower, have something to drink, and let me enjoy myself for a while.”
Susanna sighed once more before sitting up as Simone poured them each a drink. She sipped it, taking far more than usual in one gulp before she dove into the details, leaving out nothing at all. Her friend listened, shaking her head and smiling at the appropriate moments, and by the time she was done, both women were on their second drink and another cigarette.
“What am I going to do with myself? Three whole days before I see him, and to make it worse, I can’t even find any pleasure on my own.”
“He didn’t say you couldn’t enjoy yourself, just that you had to limit yourself to stopping before you went over the edge so to speak. But you do know that you don’t have to listen, don’t you darling? How would he possibly know if you broke his silly rule? And besides, you owe him nothing, in fact it’s the other way around. He should be grateful you found him at all and are still interested in him after how he treated you on the train.”
“I considered it, in fact I was very close to getting myself off in his chair looking out over the river just to spite him, but the truth is, I’m more turned on than even before, and the thought of holding onto that for three days is intoxicating. I’m not actually sure I can do it mind you, especially if I don’t actually limit my sexual activity, but I will do my best. It sounds both completely terrifying and invigorating at the same time.”
“It sounds dreadful,” Simone said, shaking her head.
“Why don’t you do it with me?” Susanna suddenly asked, pleading with her friend. “We can support one another, and it’s not really that long. Please, I know you can do it too and it will be so much easier with your company.”
“My dear, the last time I went three days without an orgasm I was in in the hospital and unconscious, and even that was a close call. Look, I’m all for delaying gratification, and I can see the appeal, but you can’t be serious. Why on earth would I join you? I would have nothing to get out of it. Besides, you’ve gotten me quite worked up just listening to your story. I was considering taking care of business right now, if only to see the expression on your face.”
“You wouldn’t!” Susanna said, as her husband’s lover leaned back in her chair and lifted her dress up around her waist. She didn’t pause before slipping one hand into her underwear as she quickly began to masturbate.
“That’s not fair at all!” Susanna said, feeling herself grow wetter with each passing moment. She was terrified that if she so much as touched herself she wouldn’t be able to hold back, but watching and doing nothing was nearly impossible. Nevertheless, she somehow managed to sit across from Simone as the other quickly and effortlessly brought herself to orgasm, her fingers deftly moving at just the right speed to accomplish the task.
“Oh my god, that feels so good,” Simone finally sighed, looking sheepishly up once more. She clenched around her hand as she squirmed in her chair, and as Susanna watched her she brought her fingers to her mouth and tasted them before sticking her tongue out. “Yes, definitely better than waiting.”
“I have to say, I’m not sure you’re correct about that, Simone.”
“What could you possibly mean?”
“It’s just that I currently feel that a stiff wind might make me come, and while my head is dizzy and excited, I can feel my entire body all at the same time. My nipples ache, and my sex is so swollen and wet that I could most likely take that entire bottle of wine and still beg for more. And just think, it’s only been a few hours since my last orgasm. Imagine what will happen in another day or two?”
(If you’re into edge play, my last novella Susanna’s Affairs might be right up your alley. It’s a incredibly fun and very dirty romp through 1960s New York with a fantastic party at the end that we might have to throw one of these days.)
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