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Reader Advisory : f/f  and m/f/f  interaction — If this is not your thing stop reading now ...

As promised, I'm sharing a missing f/f scene from my latest m/f/f ménage release with Totally Bound, The Best of Both Worlds. And if you read to the end of this post, answer the question and leave your answer along with an email address in the comments section, you'll be entered in for a chance to win not just one, but two ebooks.

 BLURB:

Single white female seeks perfect couple…

After participating in a threesome with her boyfriend and a female schoolmate, Antoinette Oakes finds herself alone. But Toni is less upset by the loss of her boyfriend than she is by the realisation that her idea of the perfect relationship requires two people. A man and a woman.

The week before graduation, in the midst of setting up job interviews and apartment hunting in New York, Toni is summoned back home to Manchester, Georgia—a place she swore she’d never return to—and to a father she has no desire to see. The last thing Toni expects is to rekindle old feelings for her high school beau, Griffin, let alone reawaken a past infatuation with her former best girlfriend, Avery, with whom she once shared a passionate kiss and a little bit more.

But keeping her eye on the ultimate prize, Toni is determined to move to New York, where the impossible dream of finding that perfect couple just might be possible. Something the small town intolerant community she grew up in would never understand. Toni wants the best of both worlds and will settle for nothing less, even if that means leaving Griffin and Avery behind, for a second time.

Although this book is mff ménage, there is a reference to Toni and Avery's relationship that never really gets addressed within the story. I'll take the line right from the blurb as a set up—
 
The last thing Toni expects is to rekindle old feelings for her high school beau, Griffin, let alone reawaken a past infatuation with her former best girlfriend, Avery, with whom she once shared a passionate kiss and a little bit more.
Here is the little bit more between Avery and Toni...  
A little bit more…
I went back to my room and flopped on the bed and I allowed myself to think back to a time when everyone called me Annie and to the well-endowed boy that I'd left behind. And thoughts of Griff always led to Avery. The girl I’d shared a kiss with. I closed my eyes and could still picture our young pale bodies pressed together under the fresh smelling sheets…

The night started out like any other of our typical sleepovers. Scary movies, in my room, a bowl of popcorn, and falling asleep before we discovered who the killer was. But this night, Avery snuck a bottle of whiskey in her knapsack along with her pyjamas.
“There’s barely anything in there.” I laughed as she held it up; little Miss-straight-lace-perfect, so proud of her ill-gotten gains.
“It’ll be enough to get us giddy.”
“As if we need help with that,” I countered.
She twisted off the cap and had a swig then passed it to me. I took a big drink, swallowing quickly, thinking it would go down like water. I choked and coughed.
Avery snorted in complete amusement when I handed the bottle back.
“Light weight,” she said, when I wouldn’t drink any more. After that she finished it off and then promptly fell asleep.
But somewhere in the dark of night everything changed and I’m not even sure, who initiated it.
When I woke, Avery was on top of me and we were kissing. With tongues, like Griff and I kissed each other. But the rest of my body was on fire. I was really worked up. My breasts tingled where Avery’s touched mine. My lower body felt heavy. Achy. Wet.
I pulled up Avery’s nightie so that our bare skin would touch. Her flesh was warm and supple. She made strange noises, different from Griff but just as appealing.
“Shut up, Avery or my dad will hear us,” I said, into her mouth, unwilling to part from the raw intensity.
We squirmed all over, switching positions and arching into one another. Soon her nightgown and my overlong t-shirt were just in the way and as if by mutual decision, we shucked those in a hurry and resumed kissing.
Frantically, she clutched at my panties. We slid them down, then hers too. The next thing I knew we were touching. Parting each other’s legs, running our fingers through the luscious wet parts and certain spots felt better than others. The sensation was incredible really. My pussy throbbed with every beat of my rapid heart rate.
Reluctantly, I released her mouth.  “Oh God, Avery it aches, but feels so good too!” I panted.
“I know, for me too,” she agreed, her breath also shallow.
In curiosity and fascination, I slid my fingers all around her nether lips, parting and exploring the delightful wet heat. I could smell arousal; Avery’s and my own.
“Do you ever touch yourself? In the bath or in bed?” I wondered aloud, hoping I wasn’t the only one. Sometimes I woke up from a dream so uncomfortable and hot, I just didn’t know what to do with myself.
She didn’t want to answer and squirmed for a different reason.
Embarrassed, I guessed.
“Don’t you and Griff do this stuff?” She asked.
“Well, we’ve started to, through our clothes at least, but haven’t exactly gotten to flesh yet,” I explained.  "But when Griff and I touch, I get the same kind of sensations as I am now. My lower body gets all soft and gooey and Griff’s turns wonderfully hard.”
Avery bit her lower lip and my stomach leapt at the sight. Was she thinking about Griff's hard body too, I wondered?
Avery and I caressed each other, way more intimately than Griff and I ever had.
We all knew the mechanics of sex but this unknown thing called foreplay was a mysterious and enticing thing.
Actresses in the movies or characters in books seemed to really enjoy it when they were fondled. The flicks Avery and I watched were tame though. We counted ourselves lucky if the hero snatched a handful of boob. Avery’s mom always rented them for us, so we weren’t allowed to get anything too raunchy or excessively violent.
“Avery," I hesitated but only for a moment. "Sometimes in the bathtub I put my fingers inside.” And to demonstrate, I rimmed her opening, toying with the idea of going a little deeper. Waiting, eager for her approval.
“Onhhh…” she breathed and her thigh quivered. 
“It’s good, huh?” I coaxed, hoping she’d allow me in further.
“Uh-huh,” she whispered. “Try it.”
I didn’t need any more invitation. Straightening my middle, I slowly penetrated my best friend, going in deep but gentle, until my knuckles nudged her pussy. She seemed so delicate compared to Griff.
“Mmm,” she sighed and her head lolled back. 
“Lie back, sweetie, let me make you feel good.”
It was just beginning twilight outside and I could just vaguely make out her features. She looked up at me with such trust.
“Open your legs; pull your knees up.” I eased onto my hip, then turned onto my side. I slipped my finger smoothly, all the way into her, as far as I could reach. She was warm and wet, her inner walls stretching but then firming around the digit. I worked back out, just as leisurely, watching her face all the while, getting more excited myself by her expressions and the little mewling sounds she made.
Plunging back in, this time, she began to get restless.
Deliberately, I began to pick up the tempo, stroking her insides. Her pussy became saturated but slippy too allowing my finger to glide effortlessly. Inserting another, I was rewarded with a throaty moan.
I thrust into her again, but this time my thumb butted that special place; the incredibly sensitive little spot near the front. 
Every time Griff found it, I’d pushed his hand away. The feeling was too good. Intensely raw and overwhelming. I didn’t know what would happen if I let him go any further. It made me feel like I’d lose control. What if I did something stupid and he laughed at me and didn’t want to be with me anymore?  But with Avery, I was safe, and she was with me too. We’d been through everything together.
“Just a sec.” I warned as I withdrew. I readjusted my position, then reinserted two fingers, into her lubricated cunt. Then with my other hand, I touched her just where I wanted to be, but was too much of a coward to give in to the unknown. When I caressed Avery she made the most remarkable sound and I knew that she liked it. I only wanted to give her more; please her in every way. I stroked the tiny bud with tender little circles, loving the way that the tiny nubbin felt chafing under my fingertip.
“Ohhh, Annie, ohhh,” she all but sobbed, digging her heels into the mattress, pressing her mound into me. “So good…” she mumbled, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow.
All of a sudden, everything about her tightened. Her thighs and abdomen tensed. I’d been concentrating so much on jilling her off, that I’d forgotten about being sheathed inside her, until her pussy began to grip and contract, squeezing me tightly. I couldn't help the sound that escaped my throat, at the acute sensation of her juddering pussy clenching then releasing my fingers. I made that happen to her.
But Avery's reaction was so much more boisterous. “Oh…Oh…” she whimpered. “Annie!” She called right before her body shuddered powerfully and she pressed her pelvis into my hand, rocking against it again and again. 
As she began to calm, in that moment, I wanted what she’d just experienced. As if she knew that, she reached for me but her fingers faltered as her fidgeting lessened.
“Please! Oh me! Now me!” I begged almost frantic. I positioned her hand where I needed it and set the rhythm before releasing her. She strummed my swollen clit, timidly at first. My body began to tingle all over. An intense burning centred right at that overly-sensitive pinpoint where Avery stroked. I wanted the intensity of it to last forever. I couldn’t stay still. My body took on a cadence all its own. I moved with her touch as if she played me.
Then all of a sudden something deep inside me broke free but gripped me at the same time and my hips moved of their own accord.
Avery covered my mouth with hers stifling my pleasure. She pulled me hard against her while we rubbed out mounds together. It was like nothing I’d ever accomplished on my own or with Griff. And as wonderful as it was, I was left wanting.
When I settled down, Avery looked at me in a way that she never had before. She kissed me so sweet and lovingly. We held onto each other, trembling with the wake of what had just happened. “That was amazing,” she whispered, smoothing my hair.
“I know. I want to do some more.”
She chuckled. “I’m sleepy now.”
Disappointed that she didn’t seem as eager as I was, I allowed her to cover us up again. But I kept running my hands over her, needing to touch her and be near her.
“Stop that, I can’t sleep with you rubbing me,” she yawned and took hold of my hand, lacing our fingers together.
We slept. But when I woke up, I wanted that rush again. I turned to Avery and kissed her awake. She smiled at me and we loved each other again, this time a little more focused on the things that made us feel good. We spent the rest of the day together, unable to keep our hands or our lips to ourselves. We even asked if we could spend the night together again, but Avery’s parents said she had to go home.
We stood outside as Avery put her backpack on and we walked her bike down the driveway, holding hands.
When we stopped I said, “I don’t want you to go.”
She turned and looked at me. “I don’t either. I don’t want to be away from you.”
I tucked her blonde hair behind her ear then stroked my hand down her smooth shoulder.
She swallowed and let her bike fall to the gravel and put her arms around me. “My boobs get hard every time we touch,” she whispered, holding me close. I placed my hand between us and rubbed one nipple, trying to make it better.
“I can feel that all the way down there,” she breathed. Avery pointed to where she meant, by using my body as the example. I started to tingle again as she massaged me through my shorts.
So caught up in our own little sensual world, I didn’t think about anything else but the pleasure and the love I felt for her, and the consequences of kissing her right there out in the open where anyone could see us, didn’t even occur to me. Until my daddy was there and yanking us roughly apart by the shoulders.
“Get your sleazy ass in the house. Now!” He yelled at me, then added as he turned away. “You’re just like your Goddamned mother!”
“And you, get home!” He then ranted at Avery. I saw tears streak down her cheeks as she hopped onto her bicycle, then she pedaled as if Satan himself were after her.
I didn’t cry. At least not then. I wouldn’t give my old man the satisfaction. But my face felt like it was on fire. I went to my room and I stayed there. My father never brought it up again. 
I couldn't stop thinking about it though. I wanted to try so many things. Maybe next time, she would let me taste her. What would that be like? And would she want to do it to me? But every time I called Avery’s house, I wasn’t allowed to speak to her and at school, she kept her head down and wouldn’t even look at me. I was hurt. I attempted to talk to her but she always hustled away, too busy or in a rush, brushing me off.
I tried to put it out of my mind. But I couldn’t. Not only had I lost my best friend, I wanted that feeling of euphoria, that we’d found together, all the time.
The next time I saw Griffin, I all but attacked him and we clumsily had sex for the first time in the hayloft. It hurt and it only took a few minutes.
After that, we had sex all over the place. Anywhere we could be alone, and sometimes even when we weren’t, in my attempt to replicate the ecstasy I now craved. Yes, foreplay was a mysterious and enticing thing, and sex was addictive. I was obsessed. I wanted it all the time. Now I loved and craved the sense of losing that control that I'd been so anxious about.
But the shameless glutton that I was, I wanted what both of them could give me. Griff and Avery. I yearned for her sweet softness and his spicy hardness. Her gentle touch and his firm hand. Her understanding of what I desired and his eager compulsion to fulfill my every whim.
Fuck what would it be like to lick Avery’s slippery fragrant pussy then turn to Griff and take his throbbing cock deep into my mouth. Or for Griffin to fill me, while she laved my breasts. It would be absolute heaven. The best of both worlds. 
 ©Copyright H K Carlton 2014
I hope you enjoyed this missing scene. 

Now because The Best of Both Worlds and Streetlight People are ménage stories, here's a little excerpt in the spirit of the genre. This time though how about a snippet from Streetlight People.
 
The Best of Both Worlds is all about Toni striving to find her perfect and permanent polyamorous relationship. But before that, Toni shared an unforgettable threesome with Street and Andi from the first book Streetlight People.

BLURB:
 We all have hidden desires. Sometimes we conceal them, even from ourselves.

Andrea, your average college co-ed, has signed up for some extra courses at the local university, but so far the only thing that has sparked her interest is the sexy guy on campus with the tight-fitting jeans, muscle-hugging T-shirt and ever-present shabby cowboy boots. From their fiery exchange of awareness, the admiration is not completely one-sided.

After a miserable day at her part-time job and a few drinks, Andi takes a walk, only to find herself in the arms of her campus crush, Street. As the two get to know each other rather robustly against a storefront window, Street’s girlfriend appears and issues a deliciously steamy proposition.

Andrea soon realises she’s about to get a crash course in down-and-dirty street smarts that she won’t soon forget, under the smouldering tutelage of Street and his exotic-looking girlfriend, Toni. Apparently, you can score anything on the street these days—even a threesome!

After a frenzied night of satisfying experimentation, Andi sneaks out while her two companions sleep, escaping the particularly awkward morning after. But in the stark light of day, Andi has to admit that her feelings for Street are more than simple infatuation, and Toni isn’t a part of the new equation.

Could Andrea possibly hope Street might feel the same?

Street swept me up in his arms, as if I weighed nothing, and took me to their bedroom. He set me gently on the bed then pulled his T-shirt over his head. My heart tripped at the sight of his bare chest and tanned, bulging biceps. I opened my arms to him. He levered himself above me and kneed my legs open, settling his hips between my legs. The weight of his big body felt good bearing down on me.
 
We went straight back to kissing each other crazily, all tongues and teeth, nipping and teasing, hot and hungry. It was a good thing I was already lying down, because this was the kind of kiss that would normally have made my knees buckle. I ran my hands over his back, exploring his hardness.
 
I could feel myself relaxing by degrees, as though a slow wave of warmth was flooding my body from top to bottom. I wondered for a split second if she’d slipped a little something more into my drink than just the rum because, as I began to unwind, the thought of touching Toni didn’t seem so wrong to me anymore. I actually wanted to. I mean, I still wanted to touch Street more, but I also thought that her and me touching each other might turn him on too.

But I didn’t have time to think for long because Street kissed down my neck
and chest, finally pausing to take my nipple back into his mouth and circling his tongue around the tight bud. I closed my eyes and savoured the tension growing inside me. I felt his hand encircle my other breast and begin the same slow swirl with his finger. I started to rock my hips against him, needing the added pressure.
 
The bed dipped with Toni’s weight and I felt her body spoon against my side—and Street’s too, since he was mostly on top of me. I felt her warm breath on my skin and I tensed.
 
“It’s okay, baby,” Street soothed. “It’s gonna feel so good.”
 
But I wasn’t scared anymore. I tensed, more in anticipation than fear. And the only thought that kept running through my head was that I wouldn’t be able to stand it. I might not get the chance to enjoy it at all. I was so turned on. I was so hot. My cunt was already on fire and eager, nerve endings rippling with the electricity of what was to come.
 
They worked in tandem, as if they’d choreographed it, or it was practised. I remembered Street saying that Toni had picked me. Did that mean they did this often? Just picked up some stranger on the street corner and took them home to play with? I didn’t want to think about that right now. I’d think on it later, when there weren’t two different tongues laving my nipples.
 
I looked down at them. Toni flicked my right nipple with her delicate pink tongue, while Street lapped at the left, his caress not as soft but just as arousing. They made eye contact and seemed to communicate silently, making their tongues do exactly the same tormenting, slow circuit, followed by a rapid flicking rhythm that had me teetering on the edge of a major orgasm. My hips moved of their own accord, twisting and grinding under Street’s hard body.
 
All of a sudden they stopped licking me and I watched as their heads drew together. Their lips met and I looked on as their tongues began to tangle.
 
I gasped at being left hanging, needing, wanting. Just as quickly, as if with one mind, they broke apart and licked a path softly, teasingly, down my stomach. My belly clenched and shuddered in response. I fell back onto the pillow and closed my eyes against the violent need snaking through me. One of them paused at my belly button and teased it maddeningly, giving me a preview of what I might expect on my burning clit—if they ever got that far. I just might explode at the thought of it before they’d even travelled that short distance.  
The snap on my jeans was released for the second time tonight and one of them unzipped me. I lifted my hips and they stripped me of my jeans and panties. I was completely naked now. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but thought I would die if we stopped now.

 ©Copyright H K Carlton 2013
Now, for what you've all be waiting for, here's the contest/giveaway. 
I will be giving away to one lucky commenter—both books — an e-book of Streetlight People and the sequel The Best of Both Worlds. 

And the skill testing question is...
What is Toni/Annie's complete first name? 
HINT:  Check The Best of Both Worlds blurb displayed near the top of this post.
Leave your answer in the comments below and on January 30th, I will pick one winner. Don't forget to leave your e-mail address.

Thanks for stopping in and I hope you enjoyed the excerpts.

Until then my Streetlight Peeps...Take Care and Happy Reading.
H K