by Sandy Lowe
“Your shirt got damp,” I say, licking my lips.
She looks down, probably following my gaze to the white fabric that might as well be clear. I can see the tiny bumps around her nipples, the fabric is so thin.
“Only a little,” she says. “It can stand to be a little wetter. Why don’t you use your mouth?”
I’m bad at dirty talk. I never know what to say, but she’s so good at it. And she’s good at giving instructions. I lean over a little and take one of her nipples into my mouth through the cotton of her shirt. I feel it harden against my tongue as I lick and suck at the tender skin. I know the shirt is adding a kind of friction she likes. I can smell the fragrance of the laundry detergent Moreland uses down at her place, but Bridgette’s scent is there too, sweet and citrus.
“Up on the desk,” she nearly pants. I do as she asks, but not before she can peel the towel from my body. I sit on the cold wood and take the terry cloth back as she hands it to me. “Dry your hair.” More instructions for me to follow. I gently wring my curls dry, watching her as she goes for the big bottle of lotion Portia and I share. She’s already wrapped up my travel-sized bottle and packed it away with my things.
I almost question what she’s doing, but I know she remembers. I’m uptight about a lot of things, like how dry my skin gets when I’ve been out of the shower for more than five minutes. I wrap my hair in my towel, then brace myself, hands back on my desk. She steps between my legs and kisses me, so softly on my lips that I sigh. She breaks away for the short seconds it takes for her to gently rub the sweet-smelling lotion over my cheeks and down my neck. She’s kissing me again as she moves lower to my shoulders. Lower to my breasts. She teases me, going back for more and more lotion so she can make my nipples nice and slippery smooth as she squeezes them. I moan into her mouth. She knows when I can’t take any more. She moves down to my stomach and sides.
She gives me a chance to breathe as she gently massages the cream into my feet and calves. By the time she makes her way back up to my thighs, I know I’ve created a nice wet spot on my desk.
“Get down and bend over.” I hop off the table top, and when I turn around I hesitate long enough for her to step closer to see what I’m looking at. The spot’s not as big as I thought it would be, but it’s there, sticky and shiny on the dark wood. I feel like my inner thighs are coated with my juices at this point.
“Did you make that mess?” she asks.
I just nod. I think I’m too turned on to speak.
“Excuse me.” With a gentle nudge she moves me to the side, then leans over. With a lazy drag she licks the small spot up. I actually groan out loud at the sight.
She doesn’t look me in the eye when she turns around. I know she’s having trouble. There are still vampire instincts in her. She still associates so much of our sex, any sex, with blood, but she can’t have it anymore. Like any human it would make her sick. Still, I know if things were different, this would be the moment when she would take me and bite me.
I run my fingers down her arm until our palms touch. “Do you still want me to bend over?” I ask. Maybe she needs something else. She looks at me again. Really looks at me, and I know that she knows that I love her.
She smiles. “Yeah. I still have to get your back.”
I ease into position, grateful the wood has held some of my body heat as I press my nipples against the hard surface. The towel almost slips off my hair as I rest my cheek down, but I don’t bother to fix it. Her hands are on me again, on my shoulders this time. She smooths the lotion around, gently working at my muscles and every bit of my restraint. I want her now, but I’m also so bad at saying the words out loud. Moaning will have to do.
“You want it?” she asks me.
A simple yes is all I can manage.
I hear the light clinking of her zipper as it comes down and then I feel her heat against the back of my thighs. But that only lasts long enough for her to lean over me and give my shoulder a little bite. I’m so accustomed to the feedings too, I come a little, a shiver rippling down my whole body until my pussy clenches and really aches. Then her mouth is on me, all over me. She’s spreading me, using her fingers and tongue. Licking my pussy and my ass as she pushes into me.
I’m gonna come for sure. I know it, I’m so easy, but it’s not what I want. Not exactly like this. And she knows. She doesn’t have to read my mind. My eyes are still squeezed shut, my whole body trembling when she spins me around and picks me up. She sits us down in my desk chair with ease. I’m straddling her bare lap when I open my eyes. I’ve lost my towel for good. Her pants are suddenly missing from the equation, but she’s still wearing that shirt.
I reach between us now, down between both our thighs, and find her sweet center. She’s so wet and so hot, pulsing against my fingers. It’s nothing for me to spread my legs a little wider, nothing for her to hold me so I can lean back just enough to make room for her fingers to push into my slit. I thank her strength and her ability to hold on to me, even the sturdiness of the chair. My shameless grinding nearly turns into bouncing as one orgasm and another and another roll over me. I can’t take any more, but I’m not done with her yet.
I slide closer, gripping the back of her neck as I press her lips to mine. I can’t say what I want so I show her. She comes, a loud “Fuck” against my lips, and then she comes again and I’m positive the sensation ripples through us both. I want her, still.
The loud bang on my door make me freeze.
“Hey, Jill! You in there?” Hollis yells as she tries the knob. Bridgette must have locked it. My sisters know nothing of privacy.
“Uh, getting dressed!”
“Flor ordered pizza and subs if you want a bite before we go.” Just the mention of food makes my stomach growl.
I look down at my love. She kisses my chin. “You should eat. You’re going to be traveling all night.”
“You’re right.— Yeah, I’ll be right down. I just have to finish packing.”
“’Kay! We’ll save you some grub.”
Bridgette pulls my fingers to her mouth and licks each of them nice and slowly. I groan. Ten days is too long. “Just join the sorority now. I want you to come.”
“Tomorrow night, I promise. As soon as the girls go to sleep.”
“Fine, but I’m going to study the whole time. Maybe even do some extra credit to secure that A in my sociology class.”
“Ugh, Professor Luz is going to give you an A. Will you please leave that man alone?” she says with a little laugh as she stands me up and sets me on the floor.
“Never.”
Hell Week
MJ Williamz
“Strip down to your undies,” Sally Robinson said. She was the pledge master for the class of Spring 2015. And she had been brutal during the past week. It was Hell Week for the pledges, the last long haul for them to prove themselves worthy of joining the Phi Tau Gamma sorority.
Dawn Standish was tired of the head games. She had been a good pledge, doing all that was required of her. She’d even managed to keep a pleasant disposition during the first part of Hell Week. But she was tired of it. She just wanted it to be over. And now she was being told to strip to her underwear? She fought the urge to flip Sally off and leave the sorority house. But she’d come this far. She might as well see it through.
She took off her jeans and sweatshirt. It was November in Northern California, and there was a chill in the air. They were in a basement where the chill was amplified. Dawn was almost scared to see what would come next.
One nice thing about her current state was that she could look around and see all her voluptuous pledge sisters in their thongs and bras. She felt the moisture pooling between her legs. It was like being at a smorgasbord. She wanted to taste one of everything. Well, one of almost everything, anyway.
“It’s time for bed,” Sally said. “Find your sleeping bag and climb inside.”
That was easy, Dawn thought. She was wary that there might be more coming. As she search
ed the pile of sleeping bags for hers, she heard a whirring sound and realized the air conditioner had just kicked on. She was freezing by the time she found her bag and laid it out on the floor.
It was then the active members of the sorority wheeled some huge fans out of the storage area. Each fan stood taller than Dawn’s height of five foot six. They turned the fans on, and the cold air caused goose bumps all over Dawn’s body. She slid deeper in and pulled her sleeping bag closer around her. Still, she shivered. She wrapped her arms around herself to try to keep her body heat in.
Dawn heard her sisters shuffling sleeping bags and giggling. She poked her head out long enough to see girls climbing into sleeping bags to share. Her mind immediately went to the gutter. Her crotch was wet as she fantasized about what might be happening in those bags. She told herself to relax. Her gaydar hadn’t picked up on any lesbians in her pledge class. She was certain some of the active members were, but no pledges. And no one knew she was, either. An out lesbian would not be accepted in a sorority such as Phi Tau Gamma.
She slunk down deeper in her bag and tried to block out the laughter that surrounded her. Her hormones were raging, and it wouldn’t do to take care of them there.
“Dawn,” someone whispered.
She poked her head out and saw the large breasts first. She looked up from them to see the beautiful face of Sharon Bryant.
“What?” Dawn said.
“Quick. Let me in. I’m freezing.”
“What?” Dawn said again. The last thing she needed was to be that close to Sharon.
“We’ll be warmer if we’re together. Now, come on. Let me in.”
Dawn unzipped her sleeping bag and braced herself against the cold air that washed over her.
“Hurry,” she said. “You’re letting all the cold air in.”
Sharon climbed inside and Dawn reached around her to zip the bag. Sharon pressed against her while she did so. Dawn felt the swell of Sharon’s breasts against hers and cringed. The temptation was almost too much. She had to be cool, to not let her arousal show, but it wouldn’t be easy. Sharon was gorgeous, with her long, wavy blond hair that fell just beyond her shoulders and her emerald green eyes that sparkled even in the dark basement. And then there was her mouth. Her lips were full and quick to smile. Dawn had often wondered how it would feel to kiss them.
“Thanks for sharing,” Sharon said.
“No problem. We’ll stay warmer this way.”
“Yeah, we will.”
Dawn lay there uncomfortably. She couldn’t figure out where to put her hands. She didn’t trust herself. She wanted to run them over Sharon’s curves, but knew better. She laid them at her side, but that was anything but comfortable.
“Are you okay?” Sharon said.
“Yeah. Why?”
“I don’t know. You keep squirming.”
“I’m trying to get comfortable,” Dawn said.
“Here,” Sharon said. “Put your arms around me.”
She took Dawn’s hands and wrapped them around her waist. Dawn fought to keep herself from squeezing Sharon’s firm ass. She placed her hands flat on Sharon’s back.
“You sure you’re okay?” Sharon said again.
“Sure I’m sure,” she lied. “Now, let’s try to get some sleep.”
Dawn doubted she’d be able to sleep. Between the press of Sharon’s breasts and the warmth of her pelvis pressed into her, Dawn’s mind was alert and her hormones were on overdrive.
“I’m not really tired,” Sharon said.
Oh Christ, Dawn thought. The last thing she needed was for them both to be wide awake. She was hoping Sharon would fall asleep and she could eventually fall asleep listening to the sound of her breathing.
“Well, then, what are we going to do?” Dawn dared to ask.
“I don’t know. What do you want to do?”
Dawn focused her attention outside of her sleeping bag. There were still hushed murmurs out there, but for the most part, it was silent.
“We need to keep it down, whatever we talk about. It sounds like most people are asleep now.”
Dawn’s nipples grew hard when she felt Sharon’s hot breath in her ear.
“We don’t need to talk, you know,” Sharon said.
“What?”
“Ah, come on. I know you’re family. Don’t deny it.”
“Shh. Come on. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Dawn was terrified. What if this was some kind of joke to out her? But what if it wasn’t? What if Sharon was truly offering Dwn her lush body to do with as she wanted? The temptation was starting to win out.
“Sure you do. Come on, Dawn. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. Tell me you don’t want me.”
“Oh, shit.” Dawn gulped.
“That’s right,” Sharon whispered in her ear. “Just relax and go with it.”
Sharon ran her hand over Dawn’s jawbone. She moved so her mouth was just above Dawn’s. Dawn swallowed hard and stared at Sharon. She watched Sharon’s eyes close as she lowered her mouth to Dawn’s.
Their first kiss sent electric shocks coursing through Dawn’s body. Her already wet briefs were now drenched. There was no turning back now. She had to have Sharon, and she was going to.
She pulled Sharon’s face to hers and kissed her hard on the mouth. She ran her tongue over Sharon’s lips until she parted them and allowed Dawn’s tongue in to explore. Her mouth was warm and moist, just as she knew other parts would be.
She held her face in place and reveled in the simple act of kissing her. She wanted to run her hands all over her body, to feel and explore, but she wanted to drag it out. She had to know it was what Sharon wanted. So she continued to kiss her. Their tongues danced over each other in a tango of lust.
Sharon broke the kiss and rested her forehead on Dawn’s.
“Oh, dear God,” she said. “You sure can kiss.”
“Thanks,” Dawn said. “Right back at you.”
Dawn ran her hands up and down Sharon’s back. She brought them to rest on her shapely ass.
“You’d better not have any plans of stopping now,” Sharon said. “Because the fire’s been lit. I’m ready for lift-off.”
“You and me both.”
Dawn pulled Sharon closer and ground into her pelvis. She could feel her own clit swelling and couldn’t wait for relief. But first, she was going to love on Sharon. She was the most beautiful girl Dawn had ever been with, and she wanted her. She really wanted her.
She kissed down Sharon’s neck to where her bra strap was, gently slipped the strap down, and nuzzled her.
“You smell so good,” she said. She kissed her shoulder. “And your skin is so soft.”
“You say the sweetest things.”
“They’re true.”
“Aw. Thank you.”
“Can we get this off?” Dawn tugged at Sharon’s bra.
“Sure. Just unhook it for me, okay?”
“You got it.”
Dawn was happy to oblige. She quickly got Sharon’s bra off and pushed it down to the bottom of the sleeping bag.
“Just don’t lose it,” Sharon whispered.
“It can’t go anywhere. We’re in some pretty tight quarters.”
Dawn lowered her hands until they covered Sharon’s breasts. She drew in her breath at the feel of the full, firm mounds. She ran her thumbs over Sharon’s nipples, and Sharon drew in a gasp.
“You okay?” Dawn whispered.
“Oh, yeah. That feels really good.”
“Good.”
Dawn slid lower in the sleeping bag until her face was even with Sharon’s breasts. She continued to knead them as she took one nipple, then the other into her mouth. She ran her tongue over them and sucked them hard enough to feel them poking the roof of her mouth.
“You’re making me crazy,” Sharon said. “Damn, I need you.”
“Yeah?” Dawn smiled. She needed Sharon just as badly, if not more.
Dawn slipped her hand do
wn between Sharon’s legs. The thong she wore did little to cover her wet center.
“Oh, shit. You’re ready for me,” Dawn said.
“Yeah, I am.”
Sharon deftly stripped out of her thong and spread her legs as wide as they would go in the tight confines of the sleeping bag.
Dawn dragged her hand over every inch of Sharon’s womanhood. She felt her clit protruding from under its hood before she plunged her fingers inside her tight pussy.
“Oh, God, yes. Give me more,” Sharon said. She moved against Dawn and made Dawn even hornier.
Dawn slipped another finger inside and stroked her satin walls.
Sharon moved around and around on Dawn. Her cream was running down Dawn’s wrist. Dawn couldn’t wait to pull her fingers free and taste her. But for now, she just wanted to get her off. She sucked harder at her nipples and moved her fingers in and out at a faster rate.
Sharon dug her fingers into Dawn’s shoulders, and Dawn knew she was close. She kept up her ministrations until Sharon buried her face in her shoulder to bury her scream. Dawn held her until the shudders subsided.
“Damn,” Sharon finally said. “You were amazing.”
Dawn finally withdrew her fingers and licked them clean. “You taste so damned good. I knew you would, though.”
“I wish I could have felt your mouth on me,” Sharon said.
“Maybe some other time, when we have more room.”
“Yeah. Maybe.”
Sharon pressed her hand to Dawn’s briefs. “So, how are you doing?”
“I almost came with you. I need you desperately.”
“Good. Because I love to bring a butch to her knees.”
Dawn was taken aback. “Do I really come across as butch?”
“Only to me. No one else suspects a thing. Sure, they probably think you grew up a tomboy or some such, but I know a hot butch when I see one.”
“Okay. You had me worried.”
“Don’t be. Now, relax and let me have my way with you.”
Dawn didn’t need to be told twice. She quickly stripped out of her sports bra and briefs and thought she’d self-combust as she felt Sharon’s naked skin against hers.
