Andrew was one of the most elegible bachelors in Dallas. Scion of a petroleum family, Andrew's wealth had started with his grandfather, a poor northwest Texas farmer until the day he'd noticed oil bubbling up on his land. Despite his humble background, the man had proved a shrewd businessman, as had his son, and from that one starting oil patch grandfather and father had built an empire of black gold that spanned Oklahoma and northern Texas. And now, there was Andrew: inveterate Playboy, gym addict, smooth talker and breaker of hearts across the Dallas Metroplex. Lately his attention had focused on two women: Nikki and Reagan. Both were real estate agents and part time models, both had dreams of making it big, both were ambitious and determined to do anything to make those dreams a reality-and lately, both sets of ambitions seemed to run right through Andrew's pants. The man was a billionaire, and bagging him would leave either girl set for life. The gym-toned body and incredible sex Andrew also provided were just icing on the cake. Over the past year, both girls had had one night stands with Andrew, before managing-unlike the majority of Andrew's lovers-to parlay those flings into ongoing friends with benefits arrangements. Lately, Andrew had been spending the bulk of his time with one or the other of the two girls, and both could see it just within reach: an official relationship, a whirlwind romance, a high society wedding, penthouse apartments in Dallas and vacation homes in Aspen and Florida, unlimited money and amazing sex for the rest of her life. There was only one thing in the way for each girl: her rival. And so the mutual feud-and mutual obsession-had grown.
And then, not two months ago, it had been kicked into overdrive when Nikki had had a problem with her landlord, and Andrew had helped her get a rental in a luxury apartment complex. The same luxury apartment complex he'd put Reagan in a little while before.
Now, every single summer afternoon, both girls lounged by the complex's pool in the smallest bikinis they could find, glaring at one another. Both girls considered themselves straight, a little...appreciation for beautiful women, and a drunk sapphic kiss here and there, being the furthest either had gone in the other direction. But now, neither girl could stop herself from hatefully checking out her rival's body, wondering what her strengths and weaknesses in bed were, and strategizing about how to use this information to gain Andrew, his glorious cock, and his untold billions for herself. Finally, after weeks of this, Nikki was sitting by the pool bar in a miniscule thong, stirring her margherita with a straw. The sun shown down on her suntanned, model-thin body, and her blonde hair blew slightly in the wind. Out of the corner of her eye she saw motion, and turned to see Reagan sliding into the barstool beside her: figure just as lithe, hair just as blonde, thong bikini just as tiny. For a few endlessly long minutes, the two girls eyes ran up and down each other's bodies, each for the first time only a few feet away from her rival's figure. Both girl's hearts stopped, breaths caught in their throat, butterflies fluttered in their stomachs. Then a mischievous smile crossed Reagan's lips, and her mouth opened.
"I have a little dare for you, Nikki," she said, in a voice just as sly as the look on her face.
"And just what would that be, Missy?", said Nikki, in a rather put out tone.
"This Friday night, we both go to Andrew's place. We offer him a threesome-"Nikki's mouth opened and closed; this had been the last thing she was expecting-"and, when it's over, we ask Andrew which one of us fucks better."
A jolt of lightning ran through Nikki's body and concentrated between her legs. The thought of being so close to her hated yet obsessed over rival, of coming to know every bit of Reagan's body before besting it with her own, of the crestfallen look that would surely be on Reagan's face when Andrew crowned her, Nikki, queen of the bedroom-for a moment it was all too much for Nikki. Still, she did her best to keep her voice icy.
"And just why would I do that?", said Nikki in a soft, cold voice as she leaned in toward Reagan. "We both know he likes me better anyway."
"Oh, really?", said Reagan in a haughty voice. "That's not what he said when I was riding him last night. He was screaming my name at the top of his lungs."
Somehow, the image left Nikki both turned on and filled with jealousy. With a sharp intake of breath, she leaned in closer to Reagan. "Kiss me.", said Nikki in a soft, commanding, yet almost seductive voice.
Reagan drew a sharp, startled breath; this had not been what she was expecting at all. "What the hell, Nikki?!", she finally said in a rather confused voice.
"I said, kiss me." It was Nikki's turn to be haughty. "Before we say anything else about this little 'dare' of yours, I want you to kiss me. I want you to see just how good a lover I am, just how good at pleasure I am. Then maybe, you'll drop this 'dare' and slink out of here with just a little bit of dignity left."
Reagan was rattled. As she had turned this idea over in her head, she had told herself, over and over again, that it somehow didn't involve even a hint of lesbianism, that the two would simply focus on pleasing Andrew till Reagan's mouth and pussy fully captured Andrew's cock, and she claimed the monied stud for herself. But now, Nikki had bought in lesbianism, and in a way that Reagan could not back down from without losing a round in their sexual war. As she struggled to process this new development, Reagan realized that this was exactly what Nikki wanted. And why the hell did Nikki deserve anything she wanted?
Slowly, determination in her eyes, Reagan puckered her lips, let the tip of her tongue just barely protrude from between them, and leaned in towards Nikki for a kiss. For a minute, a look of shock crossed Nikki's face; when the idea for this retort had first popped into her head, she'd indeed hoped-or told herself she'd hoped-that it would just be a way of getting Reagan to back down from this ridiculous "dare" and in the process score a few points in their ongoing feud. But now, there was no universe in which Nikki could retreat from her own challenge without giving Reagan a victory that the bratty bitch would remember for eternity. And so Nikki steeled herself, closed her eyes, puckered her lips, and met Reagan's mouth in a kiss.
It was slow, lingering. At first their tongues just touched, sending jolts of electricity through both girls as they brushed against one another. Then Nikki detected an ever so slight tremor of desire running through Reagan's body, and her tongue shot past Reagan's lips, forcibly exploring the inside of her rival's mouth. The commanding entry made Reagan melt in a way she couldn't entirely conceal, and Nikki pulled Reagan into an embrace, her head suddenly filled with fantasies of utterly ravaging the girl then and there, covering Reagan with kisses and embraces till the sex-drunk woman melted to the ground, then walking away with her nose in the air and finding some way to make sure Andrew saw the security camera footage.
But in just another instant, Reagan's arms wrapped around Nikki as she reciprocated Nikki's embrace. Reagan's tongue suddenly went on the offensive, battling with Nikki's in an erotic duel before pushing past its rival to run sensously up and down the roof of Nikki's mouth. Involuntarily, the two girls pulled each other into a tight mutual hug, suddenly rock hard nipples grinding together through the fabric of their tiny bikini tops. In another instant, the world vanished for the two girls as they began a hateful yet passionate lesbian makeout, each determined, then and there, to irrefutably prove herself the sexual superior. For an instant -a few seconds that seemed an hour to both girls-their kissing duel continued, blocking out the rest of the universe, until a sudden shout cut through the erotic fog.
"Ladies, please!", the male bartender cried. "Whatever this is, you're gonna have to take it to one of your apartments! Although"-the man leaned in, and said in a low voice that only the girls could hear-"if you don't mind leaving a camera running I'll pay quite a bit-" Reagan and Nikki heard no more as they ran out of the bar, faces red with embarrassment.
"What are you, some fucking lesbian!?", yelled Nikki as the girls finally reached a secluded stairwell.
"Oh you're the one to talk, when you asked for the kiss first!" Reagan's voice had as much indignation as she could muster. "Didn't know you were such a dyke!"
"Oh,
I'm the dyke?!", said Nikki. "I had your nips hard as rocks!"
"Oh yours were just as hard!", yelled Reagan. "And you were moaning into that kiss!"
Both girls were silent, staring at each other as Nikki tried to think of a crushing remark but couldn't. Finally Reagan's breathing steadied. "Guess you accept my little dare?"
"Oh you bet!", said Nikki. "I'm gonna take Andrew all to myself, you little lesbian-and I'm gonna make you like it."
"We'll see, when you're moaning my name.", said Reagan, "I'm gonna give you my favorite toy to pleasure yourself as I fuck Andrew's brains out."
"Ha!", yelled Nikki. "I swear, before I take Andrew, I'm gonna edge you to
hell. Your little frustrated whimpers will be so cute!"
Slowly, both girls tore their eyes away from each other, made their way back to their apartments, and began furiously texting Andrew.
Andrew laughed as he saw the blizzard of messages on his phone: the mutual offers of a threesome, the declarations of superiority, the heated accusations of lesbianism. It was quite clear to Andrew that something sapphic had happened between the girls today; indeed Andrew had been half expecting, half hoping for it after seeing the way they looked at each other. It was Wednesday, and Andrew's schedule was full through the week, but the three quickly worked out an arrangement for a "loving threesome" on Friday night. Then he put his phone away and went to attend to his raging boner.
A few miles away, Nikki and Reagan, each back in her own apartment, had both pulled out their favorite vibrators. Carefully, each girl edged herself for the rest of the evening, each girl's mind filled with images of her rival moaning her name, of the devastated expression on her rival's face when Andrew pronounced her the unquestioned superior at sex. Finally, after hours of self denial, both girls came-almost at the same time, though neither knew it-in an explosive, body-shaking orgasm. Immediately afterwards, both girls pulled out their phones and blocked off Friday evening on their calendars.
It was going to be one interesting night.
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