Ride of Her Life

by Laura Stone

  There’s plenty of desire in her right now though. Her belly burns with it, nerves alight with the need for Robin’s body on hers.

  Robin slips off the couch to her feet and holds her hand out towards Jasmine. There’s a cheeky sort of smile on her face like she knows a secret that Jasmine doesn’t, and she just can’t wait to show her.

  Putting her hand in Robin’s, Jasmine just can’t wait to see.

  They step around the scattered popcorn carefully, Robin muttering about sweeping up later (much later) as she leads Jasmine by the hand. As they walk past the armchair, Jasmine pauses for a moment to snatch up Robin’s hat, which she’d tossed aside earlier when she got home. Robin’s eyebrows shoot up her forehead when Jasmine puts it on top of Robin’s curly brown mop of hair.

  “Lookin’ to see a rodeo, darlin’?” Robin drawls, dark and low. Jasmine smiles coyly.

  The house has grown darker, but Robin knows exactly where she’s going. They hit the hallway, but instead of going left-- the room Jasmine is staying in-- they cut to the right towards the room Jasmine hasn’t been in yet.

  They barely cross the threshold before Robin is closing the door and pressing Jasmine’s back up against it. She has to push up on her toes to reach Jasmine’s mouth, which is adorable. Jasmine meets her halfway, her hands gravitating towards Robin’s jean-clad ass automatically. Her ass is firm, with just enough softness to make it really nice to squeeze. Robin’s hands slip up Jasmine’s shirt, skimming the wire band of her bra with her fingertips.

  They grasp and kiss and moan until Robin’s fingers slide through Jasmine’s belt loops and tug. She tugs and Jasmine follows, complaining wordlessly that she can no longer kiss Robin until she is suddenly swung around and pushed.

  With a gasp, Jasmine falls back against the mattress, Robin quickly stepping in between her long, long legs, which dangle over the edge. Her hands wrap around the underside of Jasmine’s legs and hoist them up around Robin’s waist. Jasmine crosses her ankles behind Robin’s lower back daintily, sitting up on her elbows to smolder at the smaller woman.

  “I have a question for you, darlin’,” Robin says, swaying side to side to music that Jasmine can’t hear. Jasmine arches a single eyebrow. “How d’you feel about a lil show?”

  “A show?” Jasmine asks, the corners of her mouth tugging up. Given how Robin has acted all throughout the day, she’s well aware of the goofy nonsense she is no doubt about to witness. Part of her worries it may kill the intense mood, but the other part thinks she could use a little lightheartedness. Waving a hand, she says, “Go on.”

  Delighted, Robin lowers Jasmine’s legs and scurries across the room to a rather impressive looking, though definitely older stereo sitting on a small, squat stand. Jasmine uses the opportunity to scoot herself up the bed a little, arranging herself to best show off her-- ahem-- assets.

  With a little messing of the buttons and dials and her phone, Robin gets the music playing, and it is no surprise at all when she hears the crooning of country music start up. She laughs, shaking her head as Robin turns on her heel and starts dancing along heel to toe as she steps back to the bed.

  Robin sings along, playing up her accent as she swaggers over, singing directly to Jasmine the whole while.

  “Ooooooh baby!” Robin sings, swinging her hips in time to the song, and reaching up to start undoing the buttons on her shirt. Jasmine rolls onto the front to watch. Robin’s a goofball, certainly, but it does nothing to detract from how gorgeous she is.

  Robin’s got charm in spades, from her freckled cheeks to her glittering green eyes, and boyish haircut that curls just around her ears. As she unbuttons her shirt, Jasmine sees that charm extends downward. Robin shrugs the button up off, showing off her impressive shoulders and biceps. She swings the shirt over her head like it’s a lasso, and yells, “Yeehaw!”

  Jasmine laughs, but her eyes don’t stray from Robin’s arms.

  “You like?” Robin asks, flexing. Her arms aren’t big and bulky or anything, but the definition is certainly impressive. Jasmine reaches out and squeezes; Robin’s arms are firm as steel. Despite all their difference in height, Jasmine has no doubt that Robin could pick her up… or hold her down. “That’s good old fashioned hard labor, sweetheart.”

  “I’m afraid I can’t compete,” Jasmine says, fluttering her eyelashes. Robin’s gaze falls slowly down to Jasmine’s chest, where ample cleavage is visible.

  “I prefer my women a little curvier anyways,” Robin says with a devilish grin. Jasmine laughs and adjusts her shoulders, just to keep Robin’s eyes where she wants them.

  “I prefer my women… a lot more naked,” Jasmine says, using a single finger to drag along the fabric of Robin’s undershirt.

  “Well, I’m happy to oblige you. Hold my hat?” Robin asks, sweeping it off her head and holding it out to Jasmine. Jasmine takes it and places it carefully on her own head. “Aw, now lookit you. A regular country girl.”

  “I don’t think I’d go that far, but thank you.”

  Robin doesn’t respond, and Jasmine doesn’t remember what she was talking about when Robin lifts her undershirt up and over her head. Warmth floods her cheeks; Robin doesn’t wear a bra it seems.

  Her breasts are perky and petite, the nipples a bright, rosy pink. The freckles on Robin’s shoulders extend down her chest, fading out before her breasts.

  Sitting up, she asks, “Do I get to touch?”

  “Of course you do.” Robin sidles over, and Jasmine moves to sit just at the edge of the bed, cupping her hands against Robin’s rib cage when she steps between her knees.

  She’s impossibly warm under Jasmine’s palms. Her skin is smooth, and though it wasn’t her first intention, Jasmine cannot stop herself from leaning forward to nuzzle at Robin’s chest. The brim of the hat bumps against her, stopping Jasmine for a moment before Robin sweeps it off her head and onto her own. Unobtruded now, Jasmine presses against Robin’s chest once more. The soft, warm skin feels impossibly silky against her cheek. She lets out a soft sigh and feels goosebumps rise over Robin’s skin.

  “So you’re a breast gal, huh?” Robin gives a nervous sort of laugh.

  “I think I’m a you gal,” Jasmine says without thinking. There’s no time for Robin to respond before Jasmine drags her tongue over one of Robin’s nipples.

  Whining wordlessly, Robin’s hands come up to cup the back of Jasmine’s neck and skull, burying into her thick hair. Her nipple hardens on Jasmine’s tongue. She wraps her lips around the taut peak and sucks gently, then harder when it draws a groan from Robin.

  Her hands explore the planes of Robin’s back, the hard muscle not immediately obvious from the outside, but feeling them now makes it clear just how strong the woman really is. Jasmine wants to run her tongue over every inch of Robin’s body. She switches to Robin’s other breast instead, giving it the same treatment as the first. As she does, she lets her hands drift lower yet.

  The elastic band of Robin’s underwear is peeking out over the waistband of her jeans. Jasmine scrapes her teeth over Robin’s nipple and tucks the tips of her fingers below the stretchy fabric at the same time.

  Robin groans immediately, even though Jasmine’s fingers have barely gone an inch. She squirms, moving like she can’t stand it all until she finally pulls back, breasts shining from Jasmine’s saliva. The faint pink blush on her face has gone full wine red, and she’s not half as cocksure as she was earlier.

  “Everything alright?” Jasmine purrs, reaching out and taking hold of Robin’s belt buckle. Robin laughs nervously, chafing the back of her neck.

  “Yeah, I’m great.” She gives Jasmine a sloping smile, and her heart flutters in her chest.

  Jasmine thinks it is well past time that she gets Robin naked. Her hands practically move of their own volition. Nimble fingers flip the belt open, unbutton the button, and unzip her fly all in smooth succession. Robin’s eyebrows leap up as Jasmine yanks her jeans down.

  “Alright, alright! I get the idea,�
� Robin says, batting Jasmine’s hands away so she can pull her jeans off herself, and the underwear too.

  Jasmine can barely keep her eyes off of her as Robin undresses. She’s small and tightly muscled, the sort of strength you don’t recognize at first glance. Her legs almost look shapely, but Jasmine spots the flexing of muscles that can’t be denied.

  Just as Jasmine is getting all worked up and ready to bury her mouth between Robin’s thighs, Robin kicks the clothes aside and starts up the dancing and singing again. Most women would go all sultry and sexy, but Robin is clearly too much of a goofball for that. It makes Jasmine laugh, and shake her head.

  “God, I love that sound,” Robin says. The words warm Jasmine from all over, down to her toes.

  “You’re cute. Now come here,” Jasmine says, crooking a finger at her. Robin trots closer, pleased with herself, and plants her hands on her hips once she’s back in front of Jasmine. As good looking as Robin is clothed, Jasmine’s much more interested now that she’s naked.

  “Do I get to do you now?” Robin asks.

  “Do you have a position in mind?”

  Robin laughs. “No, silly, I mean your clothes. Can I undress you, or do I get a striptease too?”

  Jasmine thinks about it for a moment. She really quite likes being spoiled.

  “You can undress me,” she says in a regal tone. Robin, suitingly, takes her hand and presses a soft kiss to the back. Then flips it over to kiss the soft inside of her wrist. And up, and up, and up her arm, Robin presses soft, open-mouthed kisses until she reaches Jasmine’s neck. Robin straddles Jasmine’s waist, kissing and sucking at her pulse point until she feels positively dizzy.

  Her hands roam all over Robin’s body, no longer held back by clothing. It seems impossible that she should have so much skin bared just for Jasmine to touch. Again she is struck by the impulse to lick every inch of Robin’s body and has half a mind to push her down against the bed and do it.

  That plan is halted as Robin’s fingertips skim up her body, from her lower back all the way up to her neck, deep shivers following her trailing touch. Jasmine plays it cool when those strong fingers play at the zipper to her dress, though she feels already like she might dissolve into a puddle of goo. Having Robin naked in her lap and sucking at her neck is certainly delightful, but it’s also something she can handle. Having Robin undress her? Suddenly she’s unsure she can handle that. There’s a fire in her lower belly that threatens to consume her whole at the very idea.

  She doesn’t stop Robin. After all, if she should die of spontaneous combustion, there are few situations that could be more worth it than this one.

  The zipper is dragged down achingly slow. Robin pulls back, her eyes following the movement of the fabric as Jasmine’s dress goes loose around her shoulders. When the zipper can go no further, she reaches up very gently and helps Jasmine pull her arms out of it.

  “My, my,” Robin says, eyes wide as the dress is removed and Jasmine’s bra is revealed underneath. Jasmine blushes.

  She might have carefully chosen her underwear just in case she should so happened to have found someone worth rubbing up against at the music festival. It’s a brand new bra and panty set (because she threw out all of her lingerie sets after everything that happened with Brooke), made of pale pink lace that doesn’t do all that much to conceal what’s beneath the fabric. Her nipples are already making peaks in the fabric, a fact which Robin has not missed.

  Robin’s hands are on her breasts in a heartbeat, and Jasmine gasps as Robin pinches and rubs her thumbs over the soft fabric, her nipples hardening furter in response. Biting down on a whine, it takes everything in Jasmine’s power to not beg Robin to just take her now.

  “Well I was pretty eager to get you naked, darlin’,” Robin says, sparing her a glance upward before focusing right back on her breasts. “But look at you, pretty as any rose. It would almost be a shame to take this off.”

  Jasmine doesn’t get a chance to give her own opinion on that before Robin leans in and bites her through the fabric, holding her hat in place so it doesn’t slide off. Jasmine squeaks, then moans as Robin sucks at her nipple. The thin lace is soaked through in no time, every suck causing Jasmine to squirm more and more. Between her legs, she can feel her panties getting damper and damper.

  With a cheeky smile, Robin pulls back and blows a thin, cool stream of air over the dampened fabric. A shiver races up Jasmine’s spine, leaving her gasping.

  “Oh don’t tease me,” Jasmine groans. Teasing is all well and good, but she’s already so aroused. She needs Robin to touch her, now!

  “So the princess can dish it, but can’t take it?” Robin jokes. At Jasmine’s pouting, Robin laughs, and says, “Alright, let’s get this off then-”

  Robin makes quick work of removing the bra, tossing it over her shoulder and straight onto the floor. Any other day, Jasmine would demand she pick it back up and put it somewhere proper, but that is probably the furthest thing from her mind right now. Jasmine lifts her hips to help Robin tug her dress the rest of the way off, her cheeks warming as Robin grabs hold of her panties with her teeth, tugging them down to her knees before pulling them off the rest of the way with her hands.

  “Scoot up on the bed there, darlin’,” Robin says with a shooing motion. Eager, Jasmine obeys, leaning back against the fluffy pile of pillows.

  At Jasmine’s feet, Robin positions herself on her knees, cradling one of Jasmine’s ankles against her palm. Her touch on Jasmine’s skin is like a hot coal, sending a burst of desire searing through her veins. She watches as Robin lifts her ankle to her mouth, pressing a delicate kiss. Her cheeks flame at her sudden exposure and the way the air cools against her dampened pussy.

  “You are so-” Robin presses another kiss, this one a little higher on her leg, “-damn-” kiss, “-pretty.”

  And up, and up, and up Robin kisses, taking a moment to nip gently at the sensitive bend of her knee, then up Jasmine’s inner thigh, until she reaches the crease of her leg. Her face is so very close to where Jasmine wants it, where she needs it, but Robin just licks a long stripe over her skin and keeps moving up. A kiss here, a kiss there, her skin just barely skimming Jasmine’s as she goes.

  “You have the most incredible body,” Robin says in a tone of complete adoration. Jasmine blushes, wrapping her legs around Robin’s waist.

  “Do you plan to do anything about it?” she asks, letting her voice go low. Robin smolders and grins.

  “Oh, not just anything. A lot of things. As many things as I can think of.” She doesn’t explain any further, perhaps too drawn downward, as she cheerfully plants her face right in the middle of Jasmine’s ample cleavage.

  Good. She hadn’t given Jasmine quite enough attention there earlier.

  Robin’s mouth is hungry on her skin, no more reverence, but desperation as she sucks a nipple into her mouth against her tongue, grazing her teeth over it. Eyes rolling back, Jasmine moans, back arching into it. Fuck, it feels so good. She runs her hands down Robin’s strong back, thinking that she would like to make Robin feel good too.

  One hand stays on Robin’s back, running blunt nails over the warm skin, while the other travels further down. Jasmine reaches past Robin’s stomach, to the coarse hair between her legs. There’s a small jolt through Robin’s body as she presses the flats of her fingers against Robin’s clit.

  Robin moans, and the vibration against her breast sends a jolt of pleasure through Jasmine. God, this is so good. She rubs at Robin’s clit, made easy by how wet she is.

  The more she rubs, circling Robin’s clit with a steadily increasing speed, the more Robin moans, until at last she can no longer continue mouthing at Jasmine’s chest. Robin gasps, pressing her face to Jasmine’s neck, panting hard.

  “Oh, fuck, Jas-”

  The slick warmth of Robin’s pussy is almost intoxicating, as are the sweet little mewls of pleasure that Robin lets out as she starts to get close. Her hips shift, pressing into Jasmine’s hand, her limbs sha
king.

  “Come for me,” Jasmine murmurs softly. “I want to hear you, Robin. Come for me.”

  And she does, with a hard gasp. Back arching, she cries out, “Oh, fuck, oh Jasmine!”

  Jasmine stays on her steadily, not letting up for a single moment as Robin shakes over her. It isn’t until Robin finally goes limp and flops on top of Jasmine that she slows her hand. A very fine layer of sweat is between them now, just a little sticky.

  Wiggling her hand free, Jasmine inspects the slickness on her fingers. She hadn’t even fingered Robin, and she’s well covered. She puts her fingers in her mouth to taste Robin and moans. Robin nearly goes cross-eyed.

  “Fuck,” she says in a wrecked murmur. Jasmine just gives her own fingers a firm, audible suck. There’s a pop as she pulls them back out.

  “I could keep going,” Jasmine offers with a purr. Robin nods dumbly for a moment, eyes firmly fixated on Jasmine’s mouth. After a moment though, she gives herself a shake.

  “Wait, actually… Can we try something else?” There’s a playful sparkle in Robin’s eye that Jasmine is suspicious of.

  “Just what kind of ‘something’ are you talking about?”

  “Nothing too kinky, don’t worry your pretty little head,” Robin says. She waits until Jasmine nods, then hops off the bed and ducks down to shove her arm under the frame. There’s a light clatter, her face scrunching up in consternation as she grunts. After a moment she pauses, flashes a grin, and snaps upright. Both fists go up in the air, an electric blue dildo aloft in one hand, and a series of black leather straps and metal rings in the other.

  “Oh, that we can do,” Jasmine says, her belly roaring with need.

  Robin makes quick work of tugging the strap on into place, quick enough that it’s more than clear to Jasmine that Robin has done this pretty regularly. She hopes it won’t be too obvious that she’s a little rusty.

  “Ready princess?” Robin asks, rolling her hips a little to make the dildo bounce. The laughter bubbling up inside of her makes Jasmine forget all about being self-conscious.