by Sandy Lowe
“I have to, or else I’ll pass out.” Mike shook her head as though trying to regain her senses. “Or get too excited.”
“Too excited for what?” Jess felt strangely detached while watching her finger trace a path down over Mike’s breast to circle the erect nipple that poked through her thin cotton shirt. “I thought we’d already established that you’re getting lucky tonight.”
“Yeah, but…” Mike exhaled shakily, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she endured Jess’s teasing touch. “At your pace. Which I guarantee is a few speeds slower than mine right now.”
Jess could practically feel Mike’s sexual energy boiling up, threatening to overflow. Rather than be frightened, the tension only made her wetter. Signaling her readiness to continue, Jess said, “Show me your tattoo?”
Mike’s eyes flashed. “Good idea.” She took a step away and turned her back to Jess.
When she stripped off her shirt to reveal an intricately drawn wing that extended from her spine to her shoulder, then down along her arm—positioned to appear as though the appendage was tucked safely against her back—Jess gasped in admiration. “Gorgeous.” She traced her fingertips over the detailed feathers covering the shoulder blade. A chill ran through Mike’s body, drawing her attention to the goose flesh she’d left in her wake. “Another symbol of freedom?”
“Yeah.” Mike turned to face her, tossing the shirt away. Her breasts were beautifully shaped and proportioned, larger than Jess had expected, and topped with dark pink nipples that appeared so painfully aroused that, without thinking, Jess lifted a hand with the intention of warming the turgid flesh of one with her palm. She stopped abruptly, worried she was being too forward. Mike grabbed her wrist and guided her to cradle the firm mound, chuckling at Jess’s loud whimper upon making contact. When Mike released her, Jess rubbed her thumb over the nipple, causing it to tighten further and tearing a whimper from deep in Mike’s throat. Mike rumbled, “They’re extremely sensitive.”
“Oh.” Jess positioned the nipple between her fingertips, wanting so badly to pinch. “Do you like having them touched?”
“Very much.” Mike wobbled when Jess gave into her desire, tugging lightly on the nipple, rolling it between her fingernails. “But do you think we could sit down for this part?”
“Good idea.” Jess led Mike to her narrow twin bed, shoving the lone teddy bear she’d brought from home to the floor. “My mom packed that, not me.”
“Cute, either way.” Mike smirked, planting her hands behind her hips on the mattress as Jess sat beside her. “Will you take off your shirt so I can look at you while you touch me?”
Shyly, Jess tipped her head and tugged her T-shirt off. Unlike Mike, she wore a bra, and struggled for a moment with the clasp before Mike released her from its confines with a single flick of her thumb. Jess shrugged out of the modest undergarment, casting it to the floor before instinctively folding her arms over her naked breasts. “Thanks for the assist.”
Mike dropped her gaze to Jess’s chest. “May I see you?”
“Yeah.” Battling a wave of self-consciousness born from the simple reality that nobody but her parents, her physician, and herself had ever seen her nude, Jess peeled her arms away from her breasts while staring at the comforter to avoid seeing possible disappointment in Mike’s eyes. “Sorry.”
“No more apologies,” Mike murmured. Then, “Jess, you’re perfect.”
Hearing only honesty, Jess looked up. “Yeah?”
Mike appeared to struggle to tear her attention away from Jess’s small, rosy-tipped breasts. “They make me want to jump straight into another type of real kiss.” She poked her tongue out, briefly, before meeting Jess’s gaze. “May I suck on one?”
Jess’s inner muscles clenched, sending a wave of pleasure rolling through her body. “Please.”
Mike scooted closer and curled a steadying hand around Jess’s hip. She bent to first kiss, then lick, the tip of her right breast. On instinct, Jess held on to the back of Mike’s head, simultaneously puffing out her chest to encourage Mike to take more into her mouth. As incredible as tongue kissing had been, this was astronomically better, an act she’d imagined thousands of times without ever actually appreciating just how divine it would feel. She moaned when Mike varied the suction of her lips, alternating from soft to hard, and the movement of her tongue, fast to slow. With her free hand, Jess reached beneath Mike’s chest and cupped a heavy tit in her hand, massaging, then manipulating the hard tip with her thumb and index finger. Mike moaned loudly against her, easily matching Jess’s intensity with her lips, teeth, and tongue.
After a few minutes of pure bliss, Jess whispered, “May I kiss you now?”
Mike pulled away without argument. She lay back against Jess’s pillow with her arms above her head, hands resting lightly against the headboard. “I’m yours to do with as you please.”
Somehow this was better than any fantasy she’d ever dared to entertain. Swept away by how unreal everything seemed, Jess noted that she was barely trembling anymore as she stretched out alongside Mike’s solid body. She leaned to kiss the tip of one hard nipple, then licked it, testing the flavor of Mike’s skin. Mild, but her mouth watered for more, compelling her to capture as much of the firm flesh between her lips as she could. Mike moaned and squirmed beneath her, wordlessly encouraging Jess to keep doing what she was doing. Jess kissed from one breast to the other, sucking, teasing, worshiping. After many minutes of this, shortly after Jess crawled over to straddle Mike’s hips while she explored, Mike suddenly stiffened and quaked beneath her, crying out in a way that Jess recognized from her own self-exploration. Sitting back on Mike’s hips, Jess stared down at her face, dubious that anyone could actually get off like that. “Did you…?”
Mike groaned, still twitching. She grabbed Jess’s hips and rolled their bodies so she was on top. “Yeah. I did.”
“You can do that?”
Mike rewarded her with hearty laughter and a deeply passionate kiss. “Yes,” she murmured, pulling away. “You really, truly gave me an orgasm just by playing with my tits. That enough to get you through the summer?”
“It’s a fine start.”
Mike rocked her hips against Jess’s, then slipped a denim-clad thigh between her legs to press against her damp crotch. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’re not done yet.” She captured Jess’s wrists and pulled them over her head so she was completely pinned beneath Mike’s strong body. “I still need to make you come, don’t I?”
Jess couldn’t think. “Oh…”
Mike relaxed her hold on Jess’s wrists, then rolled off to the side. “There are a few different ways I could go.” She circled one of Jess’s agonizingly erect nipples with her finger, then moved to the other one, causing Jess’s inner muscles to clench in a way that made her suspect she wouldn’t be able to hold out very long. “I could try to do what you just did, or…” She dropped her hand to the waist of Jess’s jeans, playing with the button, tracing the zipper. “Or you could take these off and let me show you my favorite way to really kiss.”
Jess pinched herself, literally, in disbelief. “What do you…?”
“Ever fantasize about letting a girl lick your pussy?”
Jess nodded. She’d masturbated to visions of Mike going down on her; she’d simply never imagined it would happen for real. “Sure.”
Mike smoothly unbuttoned and unzipped Jess’s jeans, then sat to slide them over her hips and down her legs. “Did you rub your clit while you thought about it?”
Jess pushed aside her embarrassment. There was no place for it here. “Yeah.”
“Until you came all over your pretty fingers?” Mike tossed her jeans onto the floor as Jess nodded again. She inhaled sharply when Mike rested her hand over the soaked crotch of her panties. Mike beamed as she flexed her fingers. “You’re so wet.”
“Sorr—” Jess began, but Mike cut her off, shaking her head.
“I love a nice wet pussy in my mouth.” Mike rubbed her
fingers up and down Jess’s labia, pushing against the fabric until it was thoroughly saturated with her juices. “I want you to watch how I eat you, all right?” She winked. “Consider it a lesson, from me to you.”
Jess nodded silently as Mike stripped away her panties to reveal her dark, glistening patch of pubic hair. She struggled not to close her eyes as Mike stared down at her vagina, using her thumbs to spread the slippery labia while she settled onto her belly between Jess’s open thighs. She wanted to see what happened next every bit as badly as Mike wanted her to watch. Despite everything she’d been raised to believe, nothing had ever felt more righteous than the first, careful touch of Mike’s tongue against her sensitive inner lips, nor had anything brought her closer to heaven. Fisting her hands in the comforter, Jess braced herself against the headboard and stared intently as the sexiest woman she’d ever met gave her the most intimate kiss imaginable.
“Fuck, you taste good.” Mike hoisted Jess’s thighs over her shoulders, licking her again and again before giving her clit a careful kiss. “My best advice is to go slow. Concentrate on her labia and opening first.” Mike paused to demonstrate, using her tongue to circle the hole Jess had never dared to breach on her own. “Be gentle with her clit until she begs you to suck on it, either with her words or by pushing your face into her cunt.”
Jess blushed at Mike’s crude language, but more so at the rush of wetness it unleashed. Her thighs quivered so exaggeratedly it made her feel foolish. She struggled to keep still. “It feels…so…”
Mike entangled her fingers with Jess’s, holding her hand, and took a break from licking to stare up into her eyes. “Like it?”
“Yes!” Using her free hand, Jess nudged Mike back down. She didn’t miss the way her mildly forceful move made Mike grin. “Keep going…please.”
Mike laughed, then dragged the flat of her tongue up Jess’s labia, ending with a swipe against her swollen clit. Jess gasped at the sight, and at the absolutely breathtaking pleasure Mike’s actions caused. She doubted she could withstand much more, not when Mike’s hot mouth felt this divine. Not wanting to finish before allowing Mike to cross home plate, Jess begged, “Go inside me.”
Mike pulled away, face shiny with juices. “You sure?” She lowered her free hand. Jess jumped as a careful fingertip probed at her opening. “Have you ever been penetrated before?” When Jess shook her head, Mike exhaled unsteadily. Hot breath washed over Jess’s hotter flesh, triggering chills throughout her entire body. “I don’t want to hurt you, so we’ll take it slow. Just…try to relax.”
Jess couldn’t imagine how. Her entire body thrummed with sexual tension, with the overpowering need for release. “Okay.”
Mike lowered her mouth to Jess’s clit, lapping at the sensitive ridge of flesh as she applied slightly more pressure to her slick opening. Massaging the tight ring of muscle with her finger, Mike stroked in time with the rhythm of her tongue while dipping ever so slightly inside. Jess sensed the resistance of her body to the invasion and had to battle her instinctive urge to pull away. Willfully, she rocked into Mike’s tongue and hand, focusing on the bliss of the former to mitigate the mild discomfort caused by the latter. Refusing to chicken out this close to her ultimate goal, she moaned, “Please, Mike, just do it.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Mike pushed inside her vagina while sucking her clit with so much finesse that Jess began to come around the finger inside her even as it slid home. The brief flash of pain instantly transformed into the most ecstatic pleasure Jess had ever experienced, a million times better than anything produced by her imagination—truly the ultimate affirmation that this was exactly what she wanted for the rest of her life. Jess squeezed Mike’s hand so hard she worried about breaking fingers, then finally went limp when, after what seemed like hours, the internal convulsions began to subside. Weakened by her climax, Jess allowed her rubbery thighs to fall open on the mattress, but didn’t pull away from the tongue that continued to explore her every nook and cranny. Mike’s finger still rested inside her, and when she withdrew halfway only to sink deeper inside, Jess was stunned to feel her body once again stir to life.
“Got any more studying to do tonight?” Mike gave her clit a noisy kiss, then eased back so Jess could watch the long finger disappear into her greedy hole. “’Cause if not, there’s plenty more I can teach you.” She brought her thumb up to brush over Jess’s clit, causing her to cry out. “Starting with hand jobs and multiple orgasms.”
Jess had studied enough. Apart from her last exam tomorrow, she was happy to devote the remainder of her freshman year to remedial sex education. “I’m in.”
“Good.” Mike shot her a devilish grin, using her elbow to pin Jess’s thigh to the bed while she slowly, deliberately, fingered her vagina until she elicited a shuddering moan. “Now, pay attention. There’ll be a test later.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Jess gasped when Mike’s tongue joined the thumb on her clit, introducing her to an entirely new concept in pleasure.
One that would definitely get her through the summer.
Fire or Flame
Nell Stark
Kerry didn’t recognize the man sitting at the porter’s desk of Duke Humfrey’s Library, and she reached for her ID while bidding him a good evening. Just over one week remained before the beginning of Oxford’s Michelmas term, and this was probably a popular time for staff to take a last-minute vacation before the faculty and students returned en masse to the university.
Once he waved her through, Kerry headed toward Selden End, her favorite place to work. As always, she spared an admiring glance for the vaulted ceiling, covered with ornate panels depicting Oxford’s crest. No matter how many times she made this journey, it never failed to inspire in her a sense of awe. This part of the library was over five hundred years old, and its tall bookshelves had been constructed in the seventeenth century. Kings had studied here, and prime ministers, and illustrious scholars who had gone on to change the history of Western thought. Oscar Wilde had walked where she did now, and C.S. Lewis, and J.R.R. Tolkien. In her more fanciful moments, she imagined them as ghostly presences, watching over her intellectual progress.
Bemusedly, Kerry wondered what those men would think of her, if they were alive today. Three years ago, she had been fresh off her first international flight, wide-eyed and eager for all the opportunities a Rhodes Scholarship could offer. Now she was the Duchess of Kent—a title that King Andrew had bestowed upon her when she married his daughter, Her Royal Highness Alexandra Victoria Jane, second in line to the throne.
Oscar Wilde, at least, would approve.
Their marriage was nearly half a year old, but Kerry hadn’t even remotely grown accustomed to being addressed as “Your Grace”—especially since she had never been graceful at anything except football. And now, with the academic year about to commence, she would have to learn to answer to yet another unfamiliar title: “professor.” Upon the completion of her scholarship, Oxford had offered her a position in the History of Art department, where she was charged with expanding its Architecture curriculum. She preferred to work on her lesson plans here, in one of the university’s most architecturally rich spaces, where all she had to do was lift her head for inspiration. Besides, the prospect of working at her nearby flat held no allure when Sasha was obliged to be in London for the evening on business.
The library was usually quiet after five o’clock, but tonight, it was positively deserted. As she continued on past the empty chairs and pristine tables, past the silent bays filled with books older than this room in which they were housed, she didn’t see another soul. The prospect of having the most venerable room in the Bodleian all to herself was at once exhilarating and more than a little eerie. Kerry turned to the left once she reached Selden End, hoping her usual corner spot would be as unoccupied as the rest of the floor had been…
…and was suddenly frozen to the floor by the sight of her wife, the Princess Royal of the Commonwealth of Nations, perched atop the t
able completely nude. One elegant leg was crossed over the other, and her skin, tawny from the week they had recently spent in the Seychelles, glowed in the lamplight.
For a moment, Kerry feared she was dreaming—that she was back on the airplane from JFK to Heathrow, and that the past three years had all been a flight of fancy produced by the subliminal desires of her unconscious mind. The sluice of terror down her spine should have been enough to wake her if she were indeed asleep, but she pinched the skin below her left knuckles, just in case.
She was awake. Sasha was real. Their marriage was real, and her wife was really here, in what amounted to the most epic seduction in all of history. Paris, Lancelot, and Romeo were amateurs by comparison. Princess Alexandra had just upstaged them all.
A peal of silvery laughter filled the room, and Sasha shifted position, leaning back to brace herself on her palms. The movement revealed the perfection of her breasts in all their pale, rose-tipped glory. “Did you honestly just pinch yourself?”
Kerry tried to speak, failed, swallowed, and tried again. “For a second, I thought everything—you, us, this—might be a dream.”
Sasha’s expression went from amused to fierce in an instant. “Come here.”
Her imperious tone befitted a princess. Kerry dropped her bag and obeyed, her breath catching as Sasha opened her legs to invite her between them. Sasha wrapped her arms around Kerry’s neck but held her back when Kerry tried to close the space between them.
“This is real.” Sasha’s eyes were bright. “You are mine.”
And then Sasha pulled her down, joining their lips in a kiss at once triumphant and tender. When Kerry moaned at the sweetness of it, Sasha slipped her tongue inside. Kerry reached for her, one hand at her hip and the other ghosting up her spine. Sasha’s skin pebbled beneath her touch as the kiss went on and on and on.
When Sasha finally pulled back, they were both gasping. “Incredible,” she whispered, dragging one thumb across Kerry’s now-swollen lips.
