Tangled Hearts

by Laurie Ames

  “Well, having sex with you in public was sinfully wrong,” she grinned. “And so very hot!”

  Brandy quickly smiled and nodded. “Glad I could help.”

  “How much farther to your place?” said Marsha with a giggle.

  “Two more buildings down,” she replied, and Marsha felt her heart rate spike as they approached their destination. She had never felt a level of arousal like this before. There was just something about Brandy that she couldn’t resist, and she honestly didn’t even want to try.

  CHAPTER THREE

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  Brandy led them up the stairs, opened the door, and locked it behind them as soon as they were inside. In the back of her brain Marsha took note of the tidy space she found herself in, especially the assortment of guitars and a keyboard propped against a wall. Her observations ceased, however, as she turned to face Brandy head on.

  “Give me a second?” Brandy asked, and Marsha nodded. She then disappeared through a door off the main room. Marsha began breathing deeply, just trying to contain her desire to follow and take her then and there. She didn’t know why Brandy left and couldn’t help imagining the different scenarios happening next. Every scenario ended with her coming harder than she had in her life, and she bit her lip in anticipation as she heard footsteps coming back down the hall. After what felt like a lifetime but was probably only a few minutes, she returned to the room. Marsha licked her lips as she eyeballed Brandy up and down, noting she wore a see-through translucent black robe that nicely covered her sexy ass. Her long black hair was cascading down over the neckline. To add to the lust appeal of this over-the-top sexy outfit, she wore only a black velvet choker with matching fur bracelets and anklets. The playful sparkle in her eyes, the silky-smooth lips and those creamy firm tits that showed through her transparent robe all served to signal this would be a night to remember. She pirouetted on the soles of her ‘fuck me’ black stilettos while her hands closed the robe over her body.

  “Mmmmmm” moaned Marsha. “You look gorgeous, this is a nice way to start the evening! I just want to grab you and ravish you.” Her eyes were darkened with lust as she stalked over to Brandy. Flipping the tables from their encounter in the alley, Marsha backed her up against the wall. She pressed a needy kiss to her lips, letting their tongues flick together for the briefest of moments. She looked at her almost timidly, somewhat unsure, watching her face for any sign that she should wait, but only saw anticipation on Brandy’s face. “I’ve watched too many lesbian movies, it’s about time I got real,” Marsha said as she ran her fingers over Brandy’s breasts, eliciting a low groan. “Eager, aren’t you?” she said with a smirk.

  “Honeybun let’s take this slow and make it memorable,” replied Brandy.

  “Okay but I’m dying to know what your skin tastes like,” Marsha said as she started to lift her robe off, but Brandy stopped her.

  "What?" Marsha whined.

  Brandy looked her deep in the eyes, kissed her, nibbling her lower lip, then moaned. “Wouldn’t you like to see around the apartment?”

  Marsha simply looked at her. “A tour, now?”

  “We can start with my bedroom,” replied Brandy.

  Marsha squeaked out, “Yes.”

  Brandy took her hand and led her down the hall to a bedroom on the left. Inside the bedroom were light grey walls with lesbian themed works of art. There was a large window and doors to a closet and bathroom. There was a sumptuous king size four pillar bed sitting strategically in the middle of the room. The comforter was thick and irresistibly soft looking, almost like a billowing cloud. Marsha wanted to take more time to look around and take it all in as she toppled onto the bed. She reverently rubbed her fingers along the silken mattress and pressed her cheek to the cool velvet pillows. Warmth and darkness enveloped her. Making love right here, right now with Brandy never felt more inviting.

  Brandy reached behind her neck to release the ties from her black robe and let it flutter down over her sensuous form. Marsha stared at her rear end in disbelief. “Your ass is rather fabulous too, you know. Now climb in this bed with me. Please!”

  Brandy dropped onto the bed beside her and began to pull her close. Immediately they were a tangle of lips and tongues. Marsha’s hands were soon on Brandy’s breasts. She loved both the softness of her tits and the hardness of her nipples. The kisses were becoming more intense. She pinched her nipples really hard and paused to ask, “Like this?”

  “Don't stop,” moaned Brandy.

  “Are you sure?"

  “Yes, I'm more than sure.”

  Marsha went at her mouth with more intensity. Brandy moved and soon Marsha could feel the weight of her on her thighs. Marsha laid back and watched as Brandy leaned down and kissed her again. She began unbuttoning her shirt and kissing the newly exposed skin. Her fingers traced along the lacey top of Marsha’s bra. Her head tipped back as more moans escaped. She began kissing each nipple through the fabric. At the same time, Marsha’s hands went to her ass and squeezed tightly. “Your ass feels as good as it looks.” It was, but her boobs were also enticing. She wanted them. Marsha tried to reach for them, but Brandy pushed her back down. She was about to ask her why, but she silenced her with a kiss. Brandy pulled her to sitting position and in a quick moment her top and bra were gone.

  Brandy’s mouth was on her again, as her soft hands were kneading and stroking her breasts. Marsha was laying back down and Brandy’s mouth was fully tasting and exploring every inch of her skin. Marsha couldn't even think to move her own hands. The way she was being touched… She had never felt so fully explored. Her mouth got to the waist band of Marsha’s jeans and she was kissing around her tummy. One hand was on the button ready to undo it. She stopped kissing her, looking her in the eyes again, “Are you ready for this Marsha?”

  “Yes,” she replied. Fuck yes, she was. She didn't want her to ever stop touching her. And with that Brandy had her jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. Her hand went down between the now loosened material and into her panties. She rubbed and cupped her as Marsha pushed her hips up into her hand. Their mouths were back together as she slowly ran one finger up and down her slit through the fabric. Marsha was twitching under her touch as she tried to remember why she had waited this long to have another woman. “Fuck,” she moaned as she spread her legs a little more. She needed to feel more of her touch. Brandy grinned at her, kissed her collarbone, her nipples, and trailed back down to her stomach.

  “You have to get these damn jeans off Marsha.” She made it to the top of her panties and removed her jeans. More kisses on top of her panties. She was twitching with every bit of contact. She spent a few minutes there and Marsha was moaning louder. Then she moved away, and Marsha started to feel her tongue and lips on the inside of her thigh. Then down behind her knees. Down to her ankles, then back up.

  Marsha was absolutely dizzy by this point. She had never been touched this way. Brandy returned to kiss the top of her panties then made her way back up to her lips. She kissed her neck and collarbone. Marsha tried to pull her back up, but she continued down.

  Brandy hooked her fingers around the waistband and removed Marsha’s panties, throwing them to the floor. She placed more soft kisses right on her pubic bone. The warmth of her breathing hitting Marsha’s sensitive skin was intoxicating. A moment later her mouth was on Marsha’s core, as her hands rubbed up and down on the flesh on her inner thighs. Her tongue was taking long slow licks. Brandy put her hands under and around Marsha’s ass, spreading her legs more and bending her knees. She made eye contact as one hand moved to grasp her breast and the other began rubbing her crotch. Marsha was already very wet, but Brandy’s tongue was adding much more nectar.

  Marsha watched her as her tongue flitted in and out of all her folds, plunging into her warm darkness, then finding its way to her engorged clit. She circled it, nipped at it, each bit of contact sending shivers of pleasure throughout her body. She felt an orgasm building. She stopped Brandy and pulled her up for a kiss.


  “So that's what I taste like,” Marsha said as she pulled away. My ex husband has never gone down on me in our long marriage. And if he had, he for sure would never kiss me afterwards.”

  "Delicious," grinned Brandy as she went back down. This time she had two fingers inside her, finding the magical spot within. Once located, she placed her mouth on her clit.

  “Oh shit. Oh fuuuckk.” Her body was being ripped in half. Brandy didn't stop her work as Marsha crested the first wave. She was not silent as she came. Just as it subsided, Brandy had her mouth on her breast, her nipple between her teeth and her hand working Marsha’s clit. Like a rocket-ship she was building up and exploding again. Again, she didn't let up until Marsha was coming back down. As soon as Marsha stopped moving, Brandy had her face between her legs again.

  Marsha was shocked when she felt a third orgasm beginning to build. Brandy was using her teeth to scrap and nip at her folds and clit. Her hand reached up to hold her breast as she sucked her cunt harder, flicking and licking Marsha into submission. This time Marsha was absolutely certain she was torn in two. She screamed out as the tsunami waves hit her. Her orgasm hit with unexpected force, and the corners of her vision started to go dark as her whole body shook. Brandy buried her tongue to the hilt one final time as she came. Marsha whimpered in ecstasy as Brandy kept gentle pressure on her core, skillfully drawing out all the aftershocks of her orgasm. Brandy was loving this moment. Watching a woman breathing heavily in post-coital bliss was simple perfection. Brandy then pulled up beside Marsha, kissing her lips and neck.

  Marsha was no longer sure if she had ever had a true orgasm before this wonderful night. She knew she had a love stupid smirk on her face and didn't care. “I love what you did for me tonight.”

  Brandy smiled at her, “Honeybun, I loved being with you too.” She began caressing Marsha again, kissing her breasts. Her hand was moving south, but Marsha pushed it away. She then looked at Brandy. “This isn't fair. I need to know what you taste like. It’s my turn.”

  Brandy smiled as her breath caught in her throat. “Mmmmmm, that would be nice,” she said as she leaned her head back and briefly closed her eyes.

  Marsha leaned forward and calmly kissed the tip of Brandy's nose as her heart raced in her chest. “Your hair is so beautiful,” Marsha sighed, as she started running both her hands through it. “You are a gorgeous woman,” she said, bringing her hands to Brandy's face. Marsha reached in for a kiss that was gentle and slow, like a comforting warm bath. It gradually deepened, loosening and peeling away her layers of self doubt.

  As their tongues intertwined, Brandy felt warmth, joy and happiness along with the arousal. “I am so glad I have found you,” she said, kissing her more passionately as her nipples went instantly erect.

  “Me too,” Marsha whispered as she trailed her hand down around Brandy’s legs and brushed up and down around her crotch. Then she held her fingers still, teasing her, making Brandy fuck against them. Marsha smiled and shook her head as if to say, not yet. As Brandy began to beg and moan, she rocked her hips and spread her legs wider. Her pussy was on fire with desire and she could only arch her back and try to fuck against Marsha’s teasing hand.

  She kept Brandy dancing on a tightrope. Finally, a firm finger entered, and Brandy grunted while pressing down hard, wanting to bury her whole hand. Soon, Marsha relented, and added a second finger. Marsha's thumb expertly slid up and found her clitoris, trapping it between her thumb and fingers inside. Brandy pushed down hard as she flew off the tightrope, almost swooning into orgasm. When Marsha pulled away again, Brandy groaned with needy desire. Marsha then pulled two fingers together and began sliding down the lips on her left side, then back up to the mons. She made circles on her mons then slowly slid her fingers down the lips on the right. Then up again; with circles; and then back down. Brandy could feel her clitoris become slippery and achingly hard as Marsha quickened her pace as her fingers resumed their wonderful, sinful dance across her genitals. Brandy’s pussy was on fire as she became dizzy and had to momentarily clamp her eyes shut. When Marsha’s fingers suddenly moved down and slipped inside Brandy's slit, she lurched.

  “Ahhhh,” cried Brandy as Marsha’s fingers penetrated her warm wetness. Her breathing quickened and a flush surged through her body. Her hips began prancing and thrusting, as if celebrating the pleasure that was coursing through her. Waves of aching desire pulsed through her as Marsha's hand now worked fast and furiously. Brandy began arching upward, thrusting, seeking more... “Oh, God!” she cried as her back arched and the spasm of a mini orgasm seared through her. She jerked herself to a near sitting position, then fell backwards until another jolt caused her to lunge upward again. She grabbed her own pussy, pressing down as hard as she could. Her legs shot out straight and she squeezed her thighs together as she began shaking with a second orgasm. Her head snapped back and her back arched again.

  “Oh my God, where did you learn to do that Marsha?” she gasped.

  “I guess from watching movies and practising a thousand times in my dreams,” replied Marsha sheepishly. “And I’m not done with you.”

  Marsha reached over to push Brandy’s hair aside and began nibbling on her earlobe. Brandy immediately felt another warm flood rush between her legs. Marsha pressed her leg hard against her pussy and moved her mouth down to her erect nipples. Brandy felt her hot breath on her nipples as she closed in and sucked one into her mouth. She swooned as she began to suckle on her, sending arrows of pleasure spearing into Brandy’s groin. She moaned—crying out in pleasure and desire. She remained at her breasts forever, and Brandy lost herself in the pleasure that flowed through every permutation of her womanhood, filling her soul and setting her body aflame. Marsha was indeed an expert lover.

  By the time Marsha moved down to her core, Brandy was beyond caring about anything except making sure every fiber of herself was unveiled and made totally available. She should have been embarrassed at how wet she had become—but for her it was a sharing of her desire for Marsha. Brandy delighted in the look of wonder on Marsha’s face as she found her gaping hot wet pussy. The dark stiffened nub was standing out prominently from her shaved goose bumped flesh. Without hesitation, Marsha’s face pressed fully into her musky wetness and her tongue instantly found her clitoris. Brandy felt like she was flowing energy into Marsha’s mouth as she fucked her hips into her eager mouth.

  Marsha relished the taste of her pussy, alternating between licking and sucking it. When she settled into gliding up and down in a steady, rhythmic flow, Brandy became unwound.

  Then Marsha's fingers slipped into her again as her tongue continued probing up and forward. Brandy’s hips jerked involuntarily upwards as she swelled inside, and the rumblings of a massive volcano began to boil over her. Heat and pressure surged through her genitals as her back arched and her hips thrust rhythmically. She needed to erupt.

  “I'm coming,” Brandy gasped, wide-eyed.

  “Damn right you are,” Marsha mumbled, as she pressed her tongue ever more firmly.

  Her body fluttered spastically as Marsha’s mouth and fingers quickened the pace. Brandy cried out as her back arched and her hips thrust ever higher. Her belly contracted, her movements became uncontrolled, her breathing became faster and faster. She clenched her thighs as the spasms tore uncontrollably through her body.

  When it finally ended, she fell back, dazed and exhausted. Marsha crawled up, took her in her arms and held her tightly. The frayed ends of their spirits had finally met, knotting their relationship together. They stayed like that for a long moment, twitches from Brandy’s lingering orgasm hitting every few seconds. Brandy eventually pushed herself up and let herself collapse backwards onto the bed. She heard some rustling to the side of her before the mattress sank with Marsha’s weight, and she rolled against her.

  She reached out and patted her shoulder affectionately, and covered her hand with hers, leaning her head back and looking into her eyes. Marsha looked how Brandy felt- completely ex
hausted. “Stay?” Brandy murmured; sleepiness clear in her voice. Marsha nodded, suddenly too tired to form words, and curled into the sheets to sleep.

  CHAPTER FOUR

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  Marsha woke slowly, her body pleasantly sore. She stretched languidly, her mind gradually coming back to consciousness, and then froze as the events from the previous night came crashing back. Her eyes popped open and she looked at the empty space in the bed next to her. Her heart began sinking at the feeling of waking up alone.

  She got out of bed, grabbing her clothes off the floor and pulling them on. She wondered right away if Brandy had just saw her as a one-night stand. This always happened with her men dates; so why would her first lesbian experience be any different? It had been mind-blowing sex, but that’s all it was. Why would a young hot exotic dancer be interested in me? She dejectedly walked out of the bedroom and then stopped short at the sight that greeted her.

  Brandy was standing in the kitchen, making something on the stove that smelled absolutely divine. Brandy looked over as she walked in and smiled at her. “Good morning! Coffee’s hot if you want some, or I’ve got tea if that’s more your thing.”