She pulled off him with a pop, leaving his cock glossy with her saliva.
"You try," she told me.
I hesitated but then went through with it. It was difficult at first, taking him that far into my mouth, but I got used to it--I had to push a little past the resistance of him filling me, but it felt … good. Once again, I felt that rush of power. I grabbed hold of Jason’s thigh, pulling him a little deeper into me. I was surprised at how much of him I could fit in my mouth at once. I moved my tongue experimentally against the underside of him, finding a raised seam that ran beneath it, and wondered if this would be the first of so many times I would let this happen.
Cara moved in next to me, and she dipped her face down and began to suck and lick at his dangling balls. I pulled back to see what she was doing, but Jason swiftly guided my head back on to his cock.
"Don’t stop," he groaned.
I looked up at him and sealed my lips around his cock once more. His jaw was set tight and he had a hand on each of us, holding us in place like he couldn’t bear the thought of not going through with it.
"Fuck, that feels so good," he murmured and looked down to watch us work.
I slid my mouth up and down his length, building up a pace, getting used to the feeling of it. Every time I took him a little bit deeper, he would let out a deep growl of pleasure, and I knew I was making it work. I was doing it right.
"Yes, yes," he moaned.
I looked down to see Cara, her lips stretched wide, taking his whole ball sack into her mouth. Her sweet, angelic face matched with the sight of something so naughty and devious sent a jolt of arousal through my system. I was already getting wet. I joined her, dipping down to help, and she shared with me, letting me take one ball into my mouth so we could both suckle and lick at them together.
He stroked his cock as we worked him at the same time, and I could tell he was getting close. His body was beginning to tense up, and his growls of pleasure were starting to sound more and more insistent.
"Both of you, on my cock," he ordered, and we did as we were told.
Cara took one side and I took the other, the both of us sliding our mouths up and down the length of him. I used my tongue to get him good and wet, marveling at how much I already seemed to know how to do. Like it had all been in-built to my system, just waiting for me to come out and unlock it.
Cara sealed her lips over the end of his cock and took him in deep, all the way down--he must have been buried in her throat for her to have hidden him that completely. I leaned down and paid some attention to his balls, sticking out my tongue and lapping all over them experimentally. I felt Jason’s hand dig into my shoulder as he clutched us both in place, then he let out a cry that filled the small space around us.
"Fuck!” he called out.
I looked up to see Cara, her lips parted, letting him cover her mouth and her lips with thick strings of his seed. I pulled back in surprise. I had never seen a man come before, and this was different than I had expected it would be, mainly because Cara was reacting to it like it was the sweetest gift she had ever been given in her life. She moaned as he stroked his cock, letting the thick white liquid coat her face. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She looked so good like that, like she had been marked as his property. I wasn’t even jealous any longer. No, I was just impressed.
She turned to me, grabbed me, and kissed me deeply. It caught me off-guard, but I didn’t want it to stop. His seed tasted a little metallic and salty, but I was focused on the way she tasted through all of it. Sweet and feminine and delicate and already the most tempting thing that I had ever come across in all my life.
She pulled back, letting her tongue dance against mine for another moment, a string of his seed stretching out between our lips.
"Fuck," he groaned, sinking back against the wall. "You girls … you were fucking incredible."
"Yeah, we were, weren’t we?" Cara agreed, and she handed me a wipe to get rid of the mess on my face.
I took care of her first, finding comfort in the tenderness of getting close to her. She smiled as I wiped her clean, scrubbing off some of her make-up in the process. I loved it when she smiled. Her green eyes seemed brighter in there, and I was already obsessed with them.
"We really were," I echoed her, and her smile widened. I got the feeling I was far from done with Cara.
Chapter 7
Softness of lips
When I came to the next morning, I couldn’t for the life of me figure out where I was. The room was filled with bright light from an enormous window opposite the bed, one that certainly didn’t belong in the room I had been staying in with Thom and Donna. I frowned and sat up. Where was I?
I glanced over, and I remembered. Cara was fast asleep beside me, legs kicked out wide to cover most of the space on the bed. Her hair was messy and her lips were slightly parted, her chest rising and falling slowly. I peeled up the covers and glanced underneath them and, yep, she was naked, as the day she was born. Okay ...
I slid back down beneath the sheets. I didn’t know where I was, so I figured the best course of action was to just wait for her to wake up and then I could take it from there. I didn’t know what time it was, only that we had made it back late when Cara insisted I come back to her place so we could get some rest after what had happened the night before.
I couldn’t believe I had actually gone through with it. And yeah, okay, Jason hadn’t taken me as I had hoped he would when I arrived, but what I had gotten was so much better. Cara had shown me how it all worked, and now I felt like I knew what I was doing. With every day that passed, I came a little more into myself, into the version of myself that I had tried to cut off at all costs when I had been growing up. I liked this version of her. She was bold and brave and down for anything, curious and fun, too.
I couldn’t remember exactly how I’d gotten back to this place the night before, but I did remember Jason offering to take me back to his house and turning him down. I was curious about Cara. There was something intriguing about her. I had never found a woman attractive before or let myself, I wasn’t quite sure which. Being around her made my hair stand on end in a way it never had before. Maybe it was just her sheer confidence, the way she carried herself with the sureness of someone who knew their own sexuality, inside and out.
I heard her snuffle beside me and glanced over to find her eyes flickering open.
"Morning," she murmured, still a little groggy from sleep.
"Morning," I greeted her, and she shifted toward me.
"So nice to wake up next to someone." She slipped her hand out over my stomach. I was still wearing a bra and panties--I suppose, some last-ditch attempt to pretend I wasn’t thinking about anything more than the platonic with her. As though anyone bought that. Even me.
Her touch sent a rush of electricity through my whole system. I could feel her fingers burning against my flesh where she had touched me. Did she know the effect she was having on me? She reached out to touch my face, guiding my gaze around to her.
"You mind if I kiss you?" she asked.
I shook my head. Without waiting another moment, she moved toward me and planted her lips against mine.
Now that Jason wasn’t there, I couldn’t pretend I was just doing this as part of a show to get a man off. No, I knew this was real, as real as they came. She tucked her hand behind my head and kissed me deeply, exploring me with her tongue. I felt a warmth begin to work its way up between my legs. Last night, I had gone unsatisfied, but I got the feeling she had every intention of changing that now that she had me in bed with her.
She rolled on top of me with a giggle and nuzzled her face in my neck. I touched her shoulders gingerly, running my fingers down her back, feeling the curve of her waist. She felt … good. The same as me, but different. I liked the shape of her, the way we matched and yet differed at the same time. Her softness, compared to the rough edges of the men I had been with before her. I ran my fingers through her hair, feeling the gentleness o
f the strands tickling my own skin. She let out a soft moan, almost a sigh of enjoyment, and I smiled to myself knowing I was doing the right thing. All this time, I had thought sex was something I would have to spend years wrapping my head around, but it was as though my body knew just what to do and how to move and where those sensitive spots were.
She moved down, sliding her hand beneath my bra and pulling out my breast; she sealed her lips around the nipple, playfully flicking her tongue back and forth over it, all the while looking up at me with a playful little glint in her eye. I could feel my nipple swelling against her mouth, her warm, wet tongue sliding over my breast. Her hands slid down and parted my thighs, guiding them open, and I let out a moan. Even the feeling of the fabric of my panties rubbing against my pussy was almost too much. I was so over-sensitized from last night, I felt like I was a pressure valve waiting to be released.
"You taste so good," she murmured, and kissed down my stomach, letting her breath warm that sensitive point right beneath my navel. She pressed her fingers to my pussy through my panties, and I bit my lip. I was so conflicted. I wanted her to keep going, but there was doubt in my mind, fear that doing this would change the way I looked at myself.
She parted her lips slightly, and my gaze was drawn to her full mouth, glistening slightly from where we had just been making out, of course. She bit her lip and widened her eyes, as though pleading.
"Can I go down on you?”
I didn’t even hesitate. There was no doubt in my mind what I wanted. "Yes."
She peeled my panties slowly down my legs, and I closed my eyes and lay my head back and prepared myself for the very first time anyone would ever give me oral sex.
I felt her breath first, warm against my skin, then a moment or two later, her lips, sealing around my clit. The sensation was … well, intense, to say the least. More than I had expected it would be. I cried out in pleasure, the rush of it almost too much to take, but then she smoothed her hands over my belly, as though calming me, and I let go and allowed the pleasure to take me over.
How could I have waited so long to do something that felt this good? I moaned as I lifted my hips from the bed and pushed them toward her, going on instinct. She ran her tongue in slow, soft circles around my clit, then dipped it down to linger on the entrance to my slit. Did she have any idea how good that felt? Her pillowy mouth pressed to my pussy was vivid in my minds’ eye, and I wished I could have seen it. Failing that, I opened my eyes and looked down at her, to find her buried face-first in my pussy like it was the most singularly delicious thing she had ever tasted in her entire life. The knowledge that she wanted me, that she needed me, rushed through my system, and I felt myself arch closer to that release that I had been craving so badly.
"You taste amazing," she murmured, pulling back for a moment and glancing up at me.
Her mouth was glistening with my wetness, and I could already feel myself getting close. I reached down and grasped her head, pushing her back between my legs. She sealed her lips around my clit, but this time, she went harder than she had before, leaving no mercy for me. She sucked, applying a pressure that felt like it was burning through me, as though I was going to burst into flames. All the frustration that men had left me with, I had been foolish to think that another man could fix. No, what I needed was a woman, a woman who knew how I worked and wanted to show me just how good it could be with the fairer sex.
"Ah!” I cried out as I came, my limbs trembling and my muscles feeling as though they had turned to mush within me.
She didn’t move her mouth as the pleasure exploded through me. I could only moan and writhe on the bed as the feelings washed through me, letting them take control, letting everything else fall away. In those sweet moments of release, I could forget all the doubt I had been hanging on to about what I was doing, let it fall away completely, and pretend that this was how I had always been, how I always would be.
She slowly lifted her mouth and looked up at me once more. Her eyes were shining with excitement, as though she was thrilled at what she had just done. She slid back over my body and kissed me on the mouth. I could taste myself on her, musky and sweet at the same time, and the reality of the moment twisted deep inside of me. There was no denying it, I had just been with a woman, and I had enjoyed every moment of it. How did that work?
She flopped down on the bed beside me and traced her fingers over my shoulder lightly.
"You want something to eat?" she asked. "I’m starving. There’s a good coffee place not far from here, I could go out and get us bagels?”
"Sounds great," I agreed.
She planted a kiss on my cheek and rolled out of bed, wandering around naked as she gathered her clothes. I snuck a look at her bare body: she had a puff of pubic hair that matched my own, dark against her pale skin, and I instantly felt the urge to run my fingers through it. Out of clothes, her body was perfectly curvy, the soft sway of her hips as she hummed away to herself complimented gorgeously by the inward arch of her waist.
She dressed and headed out, but not before pointing me to the bathroom and giving me my clothes to get dressed while she was away. I climbed into the shower and let the water run over me, washing away the memory of everything that had happened since I had left Thom’s house last night.
I didn’t get how it worked. I knew I liked guys--I had always known that even if I had tried to pretend that I didn’t. But then, when she got me into bed, when she had gone down on me, it had been … well, it had been incredible. I felt so comfortable with her in a way I hadn’t with any man. She was just an extension of me.
But this wasn’t how sex worked. I mean, I knew there were lesbians, and I supposed I believed that they thought they were that way inclined, but I had never imagined I might be one. But perhaps I was? Perhaps that’s what all of this was about? I had been running from my actual sexuality for so long that I hadn’t even realized it wasn’t straight.
But then I thought about Jason the night before, and Thom before that, and I felt that warm rush of want pulse through me again. No, it wasn’t that I was not attracted to men anymore. It was that I was attracted to … both?
I climbed out of the shower, dried myself off, and got dressed. I admired the apartment--it was a little bare, but then she said she had only gotten it recently. Big, spacious rooms, beautiful light that poured in from every angle, crisp, clean colors on the walls. The kind of place I could imagine turning into a home.
Not that I was thinking about moving in there, of course. No, far from it. I was just trying to figure out when the best time was for me to leave without coming across as ingracious. At least, I kept telling myself that even though I wasn’t certain I believed it anymore
I headed out to the kitchen, where she had gotten us some coffee and had some breakfast laid out. I joined her at the breakfast bar and grabbed the bagel she had gotten me--cinnamon and raisin with cream cheese. I munched it down happily, starving after everything that had happened the night before and glad for some real sustenance. It was sweet and soft and a little spicy, just like her.
"You really worked up an appetite last night, huh?” she remarked as she picked at her own breakfast.
I nodded. "I don’t usually go out," I explained. I didn’t see any good reason why I should hold back the truth from her. After all, this woman had already seen me pretty much all the way vulnerable that morning. I was feeling soft and warm after the shower like I would have told her my deepest, darkest secrets if she’d thought to ask.
"Oh, yeah?" She cocked her head at me with interest. "I thought you were a regular party girl."
"Oh, no." I shook my head. "I only started going out recently. It wasn’t my scene before that."
"Well, you’re taking to it like a regular duck to water," she remarked with a laugh. "Why didn’t you go out before? Did you have a clingy boyfriend or something?”
"Oh, no, nothing like that," I replied. "I just … didn’t think it was my scene, that’s all."
"What
changed?” she pressed with interest.
"I was repressed when I was growing up," I explained. "I mean, I--my father, he thought that going out and doing anything, anything at all, would pretty much result in me going straight to hell."
She pulled a face. "I had a religious family too. You should have seen the look on their faces when I came back from college with my first girlfriend. I thought they were going to excommunicate me on the spot."
"Yeah, I can imagine. I think my father would have pretended he just never knew me if I came back with a girl."
"He still around?”
I shook my head. "No, my mom left him ages ago and she moved on and started dating someone else," I explained. "But it was like … I don’t know, like he was stuck in my head, you know? Like I couldn’t get rid of everything he’d told me."
"Hey, the way you’re brought up is a powerful thing," she agreed. "It’s not something you can just shake off."
"I guess that’s what I’m trying to do now," I confessed. "I mean, it’s all so … new to me. Sex and stuff. I haven’t even had … you know, I haven’t even really had sex with a man yet."
"Damn," she remarked, cocking her head at me. "I would never have guessed."
"I think that’s a compliment?”
"It is, trust me," she replied with a giggle. "You were so confident back there last night, I would never have known you’d never been with a dude before."
I smiled and took another bite of my bagel. I knew it was an odd thing to be proud of, but I was. One of the things I had been most nervous about was the thought that everyone would be able to tell just how far behind on all that stuff I was, but the way she was talking soothed me a little.
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