But, as it turned out, Donna did know it. And not only that, but Donna made the first move, even though Wendy didn’t recognize it for what it was at the time. It wasn’t much really, just a glance in Wendy’s direction as Donna approached the entrance to Wendy’s left. A glance, followed by a longer look, then a question.
“You’re Wendy, right?”
Wendy nodded, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach.
“I’m Donna.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Donna’s scowl softened into a shy little smile, as though she was flattered that Wendy knew who she was.
“You got any more of those smokes?” Donna asked.
“About half a pack,” Wendy replied.
“You mind if I join you for a couple?”
“Not at all,” Wendy said, trying to play it smooth despite the surprise and excitement coursing through her system.
“Cool,” Donna said, climbing through the bushes towards Wendy’s patio. “I could really use something to help me unwind.”
Donna made her way through the bushes and sat in the empty chair on the opposite side of Wendy’s little patio table. Wendy shook a cigarette out and handed it to Donna. Wendy flicked her lighter open, lit Donna’s cigarette and then Wendy’s own. Then Wendy grabbed the last two beers from the bucket, opened them, and offered Donna one.
“Thanks,” Donna said.
“My pleasure,” Wendy replied.
Donna took a long pull of her beer and followed it up with a drag from the cigarette. Donna leaned her head back and made a circle with her lips and blew the smoke into the air. Wendy didn’t want to stare at Donna but found it exceedingly difficult not to. Donna was just so damn gorgeous, from her silky black hair to her big brown eyes to her petite little nose to her full lips and flawless skin. And from the way Donna held herself, it was obvious she didn’t mind being stared at; in fact she seemed to encourage it.
Wendy was getting excited just from looking at Donna. Which was weird, because she normally wasn’t really all that into other girls. She liked dick too much. But she had made exceptions before and was sure she would again, especially if the opportunity arose with Donna.
“I didn’t know you smoked,” Wendy said, trying to steer her mind out of the gutter.
“I don’t,” Donna said. “Not often, at least. Only when things are going really bad.”
“I take it tonight is one of those nights?”
“It certainly is.”
“Guy trouble?”
“Something like that.”
“You want to talk about it?”
“Not particularly.”
“Fair enough.”
Donna took another drag, held it for a moment, then blew the smoke out. “So why aren’t you out and about tonight? You know, it being New Year’s Eve and all.”
“It’s just not my thing,” Wendy said. “Don’t get me wrong, I like a good party as much as the next gal, but I just don’t get the whole holiday craze. To me, tonight is just another night. No different than any other.”
“Well, that’s a shame,” Donna said. “I mean, here I was, all dressed up, looking to have some fun—” Donna finished the rest of her beer, set the bottle down and started to stand up. “But since you’re not interested, I guess I’ll just go back to my place and get my vibrator out.”
Wendy nearly spit her beer all over the table.
“Oh, did that get your attention?” Donna said, acting all innocent despite the look in her eyes that said she knew exactly what she was doing.
“Maybe just a little,” Wendy said, trying to play it cool but failing miserably.
Donna’s mouth turned up in a little smirk. “Yeah, I thought it might. So what do you say?”
“About what?” Wendy replied, careful to not presume too much. After all, she barely even knew Donna.
“About coming back to my place,” Donna said as though it was nothing at all. “I mean, I know you don’t really care if it’s New Year’s Eve or just another random night, but I do. And I’d rather spent it with an actual live person instead of a plastic battery-powered toy.”
Containing her excitement behind a wall of feigned indifference, Wendy said, “Well, I guess if it means that much to you . . .”
“It does,” Donna said. “So grab your smokes and let’s go.”
#
Five minutes later they were in Donna’s kitchen. On the granite counter in front of them was a bottle of Jack Daniels and a pair of shot glasses.
“I’d like you to meet my good buddy Jose Cuervo,” Donna said, extending her hand towards the bottle.
Wendy nodded towards it. “Hello there, jose.”
“Have you two met before?”
“Once or twice,” Wendy said.
“Jose is one of my best friends,” Donna said, picking up the bottle. “He’s helped me through many hard times over the years. Most of my friends are into wine or mixed drinks, but not me. Nope, when I want to get good and trashed I prefer my good friend Jose Cuervo. He always treats me right. Unlike most of the men I know.” Donna held the bottle up to her face and gave it a kiss. “Ain’t that right, Jose?”
Wendy eyed Donna wearily, wondering what she’d gotten herself into. And whether or not it was too late to get herself out of it. Or if she even wanted to. Wendy had been with a couple of women over the years, but they’d mostly been brief experiments, and always with good friends. Nothing like this had never happened to her before, not even close. And while she wasn’t opposed to it, Wendy certainly didn’t feel real comfortable right now.
But before Wendy could settle on a course of action, Donna took matters into her own hands. She filled the shot glasses, then grabbed the nearest one and held it up for a toast. Wendy grabbed the other one and clinked it against hers.
“Bottoms up,” Donna said, effortlessly shooting the tequila.
Wendy did the same, grimacing a bit as it went down.
Donna laughed. “Are you all right?” she said, grabbing the bottle and filling the glasses up once again as she talked.
“Yeah.”
“You sure? It didn’t look like Jose treated you all that nicely.”
“I’ll be fine,” Wendy said. And to prove it, she grabbed the glass and threw another shot down, grimacing only slightly this time.
“Not bad,” Donna said. She shot her glass and started filling them up yet again. Donna eyes had a psychotic little tilt to them. Wendy wasn’t sure if the butterflies in her stomach were due to excitement or fear. Or perhaps both.
Oh well, Wendy thought, nothing a few more shots couldn’t cure.
#
Six shots later and Wendy was starting to feel the effects of the tequila. Nothing too serious yet, but she knew from experience that it took a little while for shots to fully kick in. Within a few minutes she would undoubtedly be buzzing hard, if not outright drunk.
Donna was feeling it too. Wendy could see it in Donna’s eyes, could smell it on her breath, could taste it on her lips when she suddenly stepped towards Wendy and clamped them onto Wendy’s own. Donna’s tongue darted into Wendy’s mouth and she replied in kind, all the while trying to keep from thinking too much about what was going on.
Just go with the flow, Wendy told himself. And she did, following Donna’s lead on everything, from the rapidly increasing intensity of their kissing, to touching, to groping each other. Wendy was just starting to wonder if she should take the lead into the next phase when Donna pulled back, grabbed the bottle of Cuervo, and took a swig straight from the bottle.
“So what do you say, Wendy? Do you think you can give me what I need?” Donna asked in a drunken tilt, handing the bottle over to Wendy.
“That depends on what it is, I guess,” Wendy said.
“I need to get fucked.”
Wendy smiled took a drink. “I don’t think I can help you out with that.”
“Oh, I think you’re mistaken about that. I think you can help me. If you want to.”
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bsp; “I seem to be missing one important piece of the puzzle,” Wendy said. “You know, like the most important piece of the puzzle if you want to fuck someone else.”
“What? You mean a cock?” Donna asked, smiling.
“Uh, yeah,” Wendy said, smiling back despite herself.
“Oh, the cock is the easiest thing in the world to replace,” Donna said. “I’ve got a strap-on with your name on it in my room right now if that’s the only thing holding you back.”
“Well, it’s not the only thing,” Wendy said.
“So you don’t want to fuck me?” Donna asked. “Is that what your saying?”
But before Wendy could formulate an answer, Donna spoke up again.
“Because I don’t believe you one bit,” Donna added. “Not the way that this night has played out. No, I think . . . I know that you want to fuck me, even if you won’t admit it to yourself.”
She was right, of course. Wendy wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol talking or not, but she did want to fuck Donna. Badly. And not only that, but she wanted to get fucked by Donna too. Of that there was no doubt. So she said as much.
“Fine, you got me,” Wendy said. “I do want to fuck you. But not only that . . ” She trailed off before finishing, for some reason feeling embarrassed.
“But you want me to fuck you as well, don’t you?” Donna said.
Wendy nodded sheepishly.
“Then it sounds like we have a deal,” Donna said. “You strap-on one of my dildos and fuck me, and once that’s over, we’ll switch places and I’ll fuck you. What do you say?”
“Ah, fuck it,” Wendy said. “What the hell. Let’s do it.”
“Great!” Donna said. “But just so you know, I’m not talking about making love, or having sex, or any weak shit like that. I’m talking about getting fucked. Hard. Aggressive, rough sex. Getting it and giving it. Can you handle that?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you sure? It may get pretty crazy.”
Wendy took another swig of the tequila, then said, “Positive.” And she almost believed it.
Smiling, Donna said, “Great. Then hold on one second.” She grabbed the bottle out of Wendy’s hand and took one more swig, then set the bottle on the counter and left the kitchen. When she came back, she was holding a strap-on in her hand that was holding a monster, 9-inch cock.
“Holy shit that’s big,” Wendy said.
“Yeah, I’m in that kind of mood. You can pick a smaller one when it’s your turn if you want.”
Before Wendy could answer, Donna dropped to her knees right there in the kitchen.
“Whoa,” Wendy said. “Wait a second—”
“It’s too late now,” Donna said as she yanked Wendy’s jeans open and pulled them and Wendy’s panties off without any hint of gentleness. “Now step into the and strap it on,” she said. “I’m desperate to get fucked.”
Laughing softly, Wendy did as she was told. There was no use trying to fight back, Donna was some kind of force of nature; there was no way to deny her, so the best course of action was to go with the flow. And besides, Wendy was pretty fucking excited at the prospect of the evening.
Wendy had just got the dildo strapped on tight when Donna wrapped her lips around Wendy’s new cock and took the whole thing in her mouth, amazing Wendy with her aggression and dexterity.
Donna held her position—deepthroating the dildo, hands gripping Wendy’s ass, nose touching Wendy’s stomach—for a full 5 seconds before backing off to catch her breath. One of Donna’s hands went to the base of the dildo and grabbed on tight and started aggressively jerking Wendy off while Donna’s other hand went between Wendy’s legs and thrust two fingers into Wendy’s pussy.
Looking up at Wendy, Donna said “You like that? You like it when I bang your pussy while I jerk you off. Does that turn you on?”
Strangely, it did turn Wendy on. Much more than she would have imagined. So much so that she only nodded, afraid of what her voice would sound like if she tried to talk.
But Donna was having none of that. Donna knew what she wanted, and she was going to get it.
“Say it,” Donna said, the evil little glint in her eye more prominent than ever. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I love it,” Wendy said.
“Say it like you mean it,” Donna snapped.
“I love it,” Wendy said, more forcefully this time.
“Damn right you do,” Donna shot back, her hand still working Wendy’s dildo, treating as though it was a real cock. “You want me to deepthroat you again, don’t you?” Donna added. “You want me to swallow your cock, to stick it down my throat as far as it will go. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” Wendy replied.
“Tell me what you want,” Donna said.
Wendy was buzzing pretty hard from the Jose Cuervo but not quite hard enough to completely get over feeling self-conscious about the situation, so she reached for the bottle and took another swig from it. Even though she knew it wouldn’t effect her immediately, just the idea that in a few more minutes she’d be drunk enough to no longer care what came out of Donna’s mouth gave her enough courage to say the words.
“I want you to deepthroat me,” Wendy said.
“Not very convincing,” Donna said.
Wendy took another swig of tequila. “I want you to take my fucking cock all the way down your throat.”
“Close,” Donna said, the slightly psychotic look in her eyes now having spread to the corners of her mouth. “One more time and I might actually believe you.”
Fuck it, Wendy thought. No reason to hold back now.
One more swig of the Cuervo, then, “Choke on my cock you fucking slut.”
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Donna said, smiling like the devil.
Donna slapped Wendy’s cock against her face a couple of times then went back to blowing the dildo, her lips moving up and down Wendy’s shaft in time with her hand, sucking and jerking in unison with each other, choking noises coming from Donna’s mouth as she took Wendy’s cock deeper and deeper down her throat. And then Donna’s hands were again gripping Wendy’s ass cheeks and the dildo completely disappeared in Donna’s mouth.
“Ho-ly shit,” Wendy said as Donna held the dildo in her throat for what seemed like an eternity.
Donna’s eyes started to leak tears, causing her mascara to run. She gagged once, then twice, before finally pulling off Wendy’s cock.
Donna took a couple of deep, coughing breaths then spit on Wendy’s cock and started jerking it some more. Copious amounts of saliva covered the dildo making it slippery as hell.
Donna shifted positions, sliding her body further beneath Wendy, and started licking Wendy’s pussy.
“Holy crap,” Wendy said. The sensation was incredible, and it turned her legs into jelly, forcing her to grab ahold of the counter top with both hands to keep from crumbling to the ground.
After a little while, Donna was climbing to her feet. She put her hands on the counter and bent over at the waist, her legs perfectly straight, muscles taut, her tight little ass sticking out towards Wendy. Donna reached back and lifted the bottom of her dress up, revealing a black g-string, which she promptly wiggled out of. As Wendy watched, it dropped to the floor. Donna stepped out of it, her heels clicking on the hard kitchen tiles.
“Well?” Donna said, turning her head to look back at Wendy. “What are you waiting for? Time to return the favor.”
Smiling, Wendy sat on the floor, grabbed one of Donna’s ass cheeks in each hand, spread them apart, and buried her face in between them.
“That’s right,” Donna said, pushing back against Wendy and wiggling her ass. “Get in there. Bury your face in my pussy.”
Wendy went to work on Donna’s pussy, lapping at it like a cat drinking milk, running her tongue up and down Donna’s snatch, sucking on Donna’s pussy lips, sticking her rigid tongue inside Donna. After a little while, Donna started to ride Wendy’s tongue, lightly at first but then picking up
more speed. Donna’s moans grew louder with every bounce.
Reaching back, Donna grabbed a handful of Wendy’s hair and pulled Wendy’s face deeper into her, practically smothering Wendy, forcing her to breath Donna into her lungs. Wendy did so with pleasure, relishing in the helplessness, getting lost with desire as Donna’s wet, musky sweetness intoxicated her further.
Then Donna was pulling Wendy’s hair, lifting her up from the ground.
“I need you inside me,” Donna said, looking back at Wendy while she rubbed her ass against the dildo. “I need you to stick that fucking cock inside me and fuck me like I deserve to be fucked.”
Wasting no time, Wendy did as she was told, sliding the cock into Donna’s soaking wet pussy with no resistance whatsoever. The moment Wendy got it inside, Donna slammed her ass back into Wendy, causing Wendy to lose her balance and nearly knocking her off her feet.
“So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” Wendy said, grabbing Donna around the hips and leaning forward to better balance herself against Donna’s thrusts.
“You’re damn right,” Donna said, pushing against the counter with her hands to provide more leverage. “Now shut up and fuck me like you mean it.”
Donna slammed back into Wendy again, but this time Wendy was prepared for it, and drove her hips forward at the same time, slamming the dildo into her.
“There you go,” Donna said, hammering back into Wendy again. “There’s some hope for you after all.”
Wendy laughed softly. Not only was she not used to being the one doing the fucking instead of getting fucked, having Donna be such a dirty slut was throwing her off even more. But luckily, the Cuervo had kicked in big time, and she was starting to get used to it, even enjoy it. And then, on a whim, she decided to take more control of the situation. If Donna wanted it hard, Wendy would give her all she could handle.
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