by TJ Dallas
“That’s all right. Where would you like to go?”
“Well, I’d offer a drink but ...” She trailed off.
“We can go for one. It might help you relax. I don’t think you’ve done this before, have you?”
She shook her head, looking at the ground and chewing the inside of her cheek. “What made it so obvious?”
“I can tell,” I replied, smiling and moving closer towards her. She swallowed hard, but I couldn’t miss her eyes darting around nervously, so I stepped back.
“We can go to my place,” she said, barely above a whisper. “There won’t be anybody else there.”
“Sure.”
She signalled with her head, and I fell into step beside her, still carefully watching every man who wandered past. At one stage, I heard heavy footsteps behind me, and I whirled around. The woman with her dog just kept running with a baseball cap low over her eyes and headphones in her ears.
“Are you all right?” Kit asked.
“Of course,” I replied, inwardly berating myself. “You?”
“I think so. As long as you’re not an axe-wielding murderer.”
I laughed. “I left my axe in my other jeans. You’re safe.”
“I like your accent. Where are you from?”
“Edinburgh.”
She raised her eyebrows. “What brings you this far south?”
Brighton was on the southernmost shore of the United Kingdom, and it had taken nine hours to drive here, taking into account numerous rest breaks and my lack of interest in speed limits. If I’d driven non-stop, I could have made it in six, but I found I couldn’t pass up the chance of a pee every time I passed a service station.
“Sightseeing?”
Kit giggled. “OK, now I know you’re lying. Besides the pier and the Royal Pavilion, there isn’t much. Are you sure you’re not an axe-wielding murderer?”
“An axe-wielding murderer would say no to that question, so why are you asking?” I replied, and she nudged me playfully with her shoulder.
“Fair enough. What’s Edinburgh like? I’ve never been.”
“Really?”
She shook her head. “I’d love to visit the castle. Is it true they fire a cannon at one o’clock every afternoon?”
I nodded. “Yep. Every day except Sundays, Good Friday, and Christmas.”
“Wow. And isn’t there a famous dog as well? Robert, or something?”
I frowned before exploding in a fit of giggles. “You mean Greyfriars Bobby?”
Kit blushed, and I smiled.
“There’s a statue of him, and you can rub his nose for good luck. If you ever come north, I’ll take you if you like.”
“That would be awesome, a personal tour guide.”
“We’re not going on the open-topped bus, though,” I added. “We don’t get as much nice weather as you do. We’d most likely get drenched, and I despise umbrellas.”
“Why?”
“Haven’t you noticed how tall I am? Everyone else is shorter than me, so their umbrellas stab me in the neck.”
Kit laughed out loud. She was sweet, and I was already enjoying her company, my heart fluttering each time her eyes lit up. There should be more people like Kit in the world.
A short walk along the shore front with more pleasant conversation, and Kit soon turned up a narrow street. Five minutes later, she slowed, rummaging in her bag for her keys, and I waited patiently, trying not to stare at her legs for too long.
She opened the door, switching the light on as I entered. My eyebrows raised as I looked around her living room. The décor wasn’t what I’d expected.
She had numerous posters of heavy metal bands, and there was an electric guitar in the corner. A motorcycle ornament and a skull sat next to the TV, and a large folder full of drawings sat open on the coffee table. I stepped closer, tilting my head.
“Did you draw these?”
She beamed from ear to ear. “Yeah, I’m training to be a tattooist.”
“No way.”
“Yeah. I’m just working at the pub to fund my training. I don’t have long left.”
I grinned. “That’s really cool.”
Kit shrugged, but I could tell she was pleased with the compliment. “What would you like to drink?” she asked, blushing as she shucked her jacket off, and I unzipped my own.
“Just water’s fine. I’m still hungover,” I replied.
“All right, just don’t judge me for having another double vodka. I’m coming over shyer than I thought I would.”
“It’s cute.” I winked, and she couldn’t have gone a deeper red.
She departed for a few minutes, and I sat on the sofa, glancing around again. The baby kicked hard against my ribs, and my hand flew to my belly. I winced as it kicked again, and I massaged my abdomen. Will you give it a rest?
“You won’t throw up, will you?” Kit giggled, appearing in front of me.
I whipped my hand away. “No, I’m fine.” I took the water from her in silence and gulped it down. She narrowed her eyes but said nothing, and I finished it quickly, placing the empty glass on the coffee table. “Thanks.”
Kit smiled, and my eyes were drawn to her lips as they rested on the edge of her glass, moistening as she drank. My gaze strayed over her body, and I knew she was watching me when her cleavage flushed. I knew her heart was pounding, and I wanted her to relax. She placed her glass on the coffee table.
I sat forward, holding out my hand. She hesitated before taking it, and I gently tugged her forward. Lowering onto my lap, she straddled my thighs, and I held her close, nuzzling her neck and placing light kisses up the side of her throat. “You can stop me anytime,” I murmured.
“I’ve never done this before. I mean, I’ve done … that … just not with a woman.” She looked away.
I lifted a finger to her chin, encouraging her to face me. “Do you want to?” I whispered, moving closer to her mouth. “With a woman?”
She was motionless, her breath catching in her throat, but she finally nodded.
“You can stop me anytime,” I repeated, moving closer still. I could almost taste the vodka in her mouth, and I grazed her lips before losing my control and capturing them in a deep kiss.
She gasped as her pulse quickened, and I slipped my hands underneath her blouse, caressing the skin on her back, my own arousal flooding through me. I exhaled heavily, my fingertips fiddling with the clasp on her bra. It came loose quickly, and I brought my hands back to the bottom of her blouse.
“May I?”
She nodded again, and I lifted it over her hand, catching the bra on the way up as she lifted her arms. I threw them aside, catching my first look at her stunning full breasts, her nipples a dark pink. The room was cool, but she was warming up already, with a thin layer of sweat on her collarbone.
My mouth found one erect nipple, my hand on her other breast, kneading gently, and she let out a soft groan as she arched her back towards me. I sucked harder, my breath getting deeper.
I grabbed her arse and stood up, never letting go of the nipple between my teeth. Startled, she wrapped her legs around me, but I spun around to place her back down.
I kissed down her neck, over her breasts, and down her stomach; I felt her tense, the closer I got to her hips. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she watched my descent. I quickly glanced up when I reached the waistband of her shorts, but I didn’t have to ask again.
Her lips parted as I pulled everything down. I growled at her wetness, glistening on the folds of her pussy as I threw her shorts aside. She tried to cover her modesty with her hands, and I exhaled heavily, trying my best to slow down. A yearning was building in my core, but I didn’t want to go too fast and scare her.
“Everything OK?” I murmured, stroking the outside of her legs and licking a wet trail on her inner thighs. S
he was silent for a while, and I eventually looked up. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” She shook her head and slowly released her hands. “But, um ...”
I waited, trying to decipher what she wanted to ask.
“Are you … I mean, have you …?”
I suddenly realised and quickly put her mind at rest. Good girl, I thought. “Yes, I’m clean. I was checked two weeks ago.”
Althea had made it her personal mission to ensure all Seven of us were tested regularly, to protect us all. The only two people I’d slept with since getting checked were Althea and my Identical, and I knew both were safe. “You?” I added.
Kit nodded, but I could tell she was still nervous.
“What did I tell you?” I asked.
“I can stop you anytime.”
“Do you want a safe word?”
Kit’s eyes widened, and I quickly reassured her again. “I don’t plan on doing anything anywhere near the edges of your comfort zone, don’t worry. It’s just in case you want me to stop.”
She chewed the inside of her cheek and eventually whispered, “Dolphin.”
“Dolphin it is. Do you want to continue?”
She nodded, looking up to meet my gaze. I wished I had Althea’s talent—the ability to turn people on, barely within three seconds of looking into their eyes—but to be honest, Kit didn’t need to be aroused. Her pussy was soaking, and I longed to taste her, but I realised I wanted more consent. I hadn’t realised how important that was before, and I chastised myself.
“Tell me what you want me to do, pet,” I said, caressing the soft skin around her knees.
“I want your tongue ...” She trailed off, and I couldn’t miss the embarrassment in her tone.
“Where do you want my tongue?”
“On my clit.”
“Has anyone done that to you before?”
“My ex-boyfriend did it once, but he … He didn’t like it. And he wasn’t very good, anyway,” she finished with a shy chuckle.
“I’m sorry he ruined that for you. I’ll fix that, if you’ll let me?”
She nodded and rested her head against the sofa, slyly spreading her legs wider. I kneeled between them, leaning closer to her pussy and inhaling her scent. I couldn’t help it, and I growled again, my own desire rising in my throat.
I leaned forward and gently kissed her labia, my tongue spreading them apart. A shot of adrenaline fired through me at her taste, and before I could get myself under control, my tongue swirled between her folds, coating my tongue in her wetness.
I moved upward slowly to tease her, but paused when something hard and metallic touched the tip of my tongue. I frowned, exposing her clit with my fingers. A small metal ring sat nestled in the hood of her clitoris. A piercing? Not what I expected from the shy girl at the bar.
I flicked it up to explore the sensitive bundle of nerves underneath, and Kit let out a groan. I glanced up, pleased to see her eyes closed. She cupped her breasts in her hands, squeezing gently. My heart began to beat faster; it was a sexy sight, but I never let my tongue falter as I watched her. I nursed her clit between my lips, sucking tenderly, and soon, she was getting louder, her moans echoing around the room.
“Holy fuck!” Her moan shifted into a scream as her hips bucked towards my mouth and her orgasm consumed her. She covered her mouth with her arm, trying to smother the cries emerging from deep inside her.
A little late to get shy, pet, I thought.
I held her steady until she trembled to a stop, her hands covering her eyes. I waited as patiently as I could while she gathered herself.
Althea and I were the same; we loved that moment of shyness when a girl experienced her first mind-blowing fuck at the hands (and tongue) of a woman. She eventually opened her eyes.
“What do you want me to do now?” I asked, flashing her my trademark wicked grin.
“I want you to do that again.”
I chuckled. “Of course.” I gestured for her to stand up. She looked confused but did as I instructed. I sat back against the front of the sofa, motioning her into position. She lifted a leg, balancing it on the cushions behind me, her pussy hovering above me. I tilted my head back and took her in my mouth again.
She gasped as I slicked my tongue inside her, my fingertips finding her swollen clit. Her leg began to shake, and I held her thigh to keep her steady. She tasted incredible, and I could feel her arousal snaking its way over my chin as I licked her entrance, her clitoris pulsing.
I built up tempo slowly for several minutes, and she moaned as I started to rub faster circles, her pelvis swaying against my mouth. I exhaled heavily, my heart racing, as an orgasm overwhelmed her without warning.
I struggled to keep her still when she rode her second climax harder than the first, no longer shy at the noises escaping her throat. I murmured my approval, tasting as much of her as I could.
She finally shuddered to a stop, removing herself from above me and slumping down on the sofa, gasping. She covered her face with her hands again, trying to catch her breath.
“You all right, pet?” I asked, but I didn’t give her enough time to respond. I came up onto my knees, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. She groaned, kissing me back hungrily, and she hadn’t yet caught her breath before I pushed two fingers inside her.
Her mouth opened as I pressed against that magical spot on her inner walls. She struggled to kiss me and breathe at the same time, so I pulled away an inch to watch her face as I started thrusting deeper.
Spreading her legs, she brought her knees towards her shoulders and tugged on her nipples again. I moved one of her hands and took her heavy breast in my mouth, sucking her nipple as another deep moan resonated from her chest. My own arousal was through the roof now, watching her writhing against the palm of my hand.
I inadvertently bit down on her nipple, and she hissed, arching her back. I almost stopped to apologise before she threw her head back, the strongest orgasm of the night ripping through her.
I kept fucking her until her hand flew between her legs, grabbing my wrist. “Slow down,” she gasped, and I slowed, trying to withhold my smug smile. “Shit.”
I chuckled. “Your ex-boyfriend didn’t have a clue what he was doing, did he?”
“I didn’t have anything to compare it to, but no ... He definitely did not.” She laughed, her chest heaving and her eyes closing.
I watched her in silence for a few minutes and then stood up, stretching out the cramp in my back. “Can I use your bathroom?”
She yawned, pointing down the hallway. “Sure, it’s the last door on the right.”
I nodded, disappearing down the hallway. There were more heavy metal posters along the wall, and a few framed pictures, most likely depicting her family or friends. I briefly admired them before I found the bathroom and switched the light on.
I squinted against the stark white tiles and quickly relieved myself. Once I was finished, I washed my hands and splashed cold water on my face. Even though the window in the living room was open, it was a warm night, and I was feeling the heat after providing Kit with three of the best orgasms of her life.
I smiled inwardly, licking my bottom lip. I could still taste her on my tongue, and a spark of adrenaline fired through my chest as I recalled her first shy groans of pleasure against my mouth.
Kit had pulled a blanket over her and fallen asleep by the time I returned. I tilted my head, wondering whether to wake her up, but decided to leave her. I needed to get back to the hotel, anyway. It was getting late, and I didn’t want to walk too far in the dark. Thankfully, my hotel was only around the corner, and I quietly gathered my jacket from the back of the sofa, careful not to jostle her.
As I zipped up the front, something shiny caught my eye underneath the glass coffee table. I glanced at Kit, before kneeling and pulling out a metal tattoo gun. It was l
ightweight, with a sturdy metal grip between my fingertips.
I looked underneath the coffee table again. There were little pots of colours. I picked up the nearest pot of black ink, a plan beginning to form in my mind.
I swallowed hard with a frown. Glancing back at Kit again, my stomach knotted. Surely, I’m not seriously contemplating this? I thought.
Contemplating what? Bella replied, and I got such a fright at the sudden interruption, I spun around and knocked an empty glass from the table. My reactions kicked in, and I caught the glass before it shattered against the laminate floor. I held my breath.
Kit murmured incoherently, stirring slightly, but she didn’t wake up, and I exhaled carefully. I quickly rebuilt the walls in my mind, ensuring none of the other managers could catch me off-guard. I took a few moments to slow my rapid pulse. I decided to be honest; Bella couldn’t exactly judge me.
I might steal something, I thought, still inspecting the tattoo gun between my fingers, testing the weight.
Taking a leaf out of my book? she asked, and I rolled my eyes.
I’ll give it back.
That’s what we all say.
OK, maybe not steal; I only want to borrow it. You and me are completely different in that regards, Bella.
I rolled the grip between my fingers, unable to pull my eyes away from the black ink. I hadn’t decided what I was going to do to my attacker yet, but the tattoo gun was wielding a strong temptation. My art skills weren’t up to Kit’s standard, but I was sure I could think of something that could work.
Without thinking any more, I reached over and grabbed my bag, unable to look in Kit’s direction as I quickly stuffed the gun and the ink inside. I patted down my pockets, checking for my wallet and my hotel key card, but then hesitated at the front door. I ran a hand through my hair, the guilt rising in my throat.
I looked around and found a pen and paper. I quickly scribbled a note, promising to return the tattoo gun and the ink and adding that I’d be sure to make it up to her. I’d enjoyed our evening, and I didn’t want her to hate me.
