by Selena Kitt
Thank god we’d both already consumed a bottle and a half of wine.
I moved lower to lap softly at her nipple, letting her close her eyes again and lose herself in the sensation, feeling the pink nub puckering between my lips. My hand found its way between her legs and I moaned against her breast when I found her, baby-smooth and soft, her pussy lips slightly parted. So wet already! She was beautiful, in spite of the bruising, like a sweet peach, overripe and ready.
“You’re shaved,” I murmured in surprise, realizing I hadn’t seen her naked since early summer, when we changed into our suits at the pool. That was where she’d met Lance.
Casey grimaced, her eyelids fluttering open. “He made me.”
“I like it.”
That was a lie. I loved it. The soft skin of her labia under my fingers made me drunk with lust, my mouth watering to taste her. While I’d told Casey about most of my firsts—with boys—I’d never told her about the other times, the summer camp fumblings with the other girls, soft kisses in the dark at sleepovers like this one that led to so very much more.
But somehow it was always Casey I was thinking about, even then.
“Did he ever lick you?” I inquired, swallowing my distaste at the thought of Lance anywhere near this plump, luscious little mound of flesh.
“Some.” She made a face, squirming on the bed and looking down at me now with wide-open eyes. She looked uncomfortable, a little scared, like she might change her mind at any minute, and I didn’t want that to happen.
“Let’s see if you like this.” I covered her with my mouth, unable to help the soft caught cry in my throat as I explored the smooth texture of her skin, delving deeper to taste her more fully. Her clit was easy to find, hooded and fat at the top of her cleft. I wanted to take time to drink her in, trace the labyrinth of her soft, pink folds, but I wanted her to forget her reluctance more.
Casey gasped as I began to flick her clit with my tongue, the expert movements more than enough to send her headlong down Forgetful Lane. She breathed my name, hands fisting the covers as sensation took over, toes curling and uncurling against the mattress as I worked my mouth against her pussy, knowing just how good what I was doing felt for her. There was nothing like a hot, wet tongue bathing your clit. It was sensation beyond sensation and my own pussy clenched in response and anticipation.
“Good?” I took a moment to take a breath and ask, although from the half-lidded look on her face, the way her lips were parted, her breath coming fast, I didn’t really have to.
“Fucking great,” she moaned, shifting her hips toward me, giving me better access. Then she opened her eyes and frowned, cocking her head at me. “Are you stopping?”
I snorted a laugh. “Are you kidding me?”
She flushed prettily, not just her cheeks but her neck and chest too. “Lance stopped. He’d do it for a minute or two, but then… it was like he got bored.”
And I thought I wanted to kill him before? Just looking at the fingerprints on her thighs where he’d grabbed her made me want to throttle him, but knowing that in the end he’d done nothing but use her for his own pleasure without any thought or care for her at all made me blind with anger.
“You taste so fucking good, I could eat you all night long.” I feathered kisses over her clit, teasing, making her bite her lip and spread even wider for me.
“Ohhh god.” Her head went back when I gently sucked her clit between my lips, holding it there so I could tease it with my tongue, back and forth, back and forth. Her pussy was so wet there was a little circle of juices darkening my bedspread beneath her, and I could already imagine myself touching that spot when she was gone—touching it, licking it, rubbing myself against it. I wanted all of her, every bit. I didn’t want to spill a single drop.
Casey’s hips began to move in rhythm, her breath coming even faster now, her cheeks flushed with rosy color. Both of her nipples were pursed and hard, and I could see gooseflesh spreading across her trembling inner thighs and lower belly. Her whole body was alive, thrumming with her impending orgasm—and I was going to take her there.
“Please,” she begged, tossing her head wildly from side to side. “Oh god please! Don’t stop! Don’t!”
“Nnn-nnnnn,” I managed, shaking my head, sucking and licking furiously at her clit as I pressed my fingers against her sex, right up against her opening. I didn’t put them in, but I kept them pressed flat there, providing a steady pressure and heat, feeling the first beginning flutters of her climax. She was close.
“Oh! April! Oh my god!”
Very close.
I slid my other hand up the taut stretch of her belly to her breast, squeezing and rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, as if I could fine-tune her orgasm. And maybe I could, after all.
Casey gasped and bucked her hips up, giving me the hot, pink flesh of her pussy completely, drowning me in her juices. I groaned, swallowing and swallowing, feeling the muscles between her pussy and her ass contracting against my palm as I moved to cup her sex with my whole hand, parting my fingers to leave room only for my mouth.
“Ooooohhhhh!” Her body shook and jerked, as if she was being hit with huge volts of electricity, and I slowly eased away from her clit with my mouth, covering her now completely with my hand, feeling the hot, gentle throb of her sex. Her breathing was still fast, her face pink, her hair a golden cloud. When she slowly opened her eyes to meet mine, I saw the beginnings of a bemused smile playing on her lips.
“So… do you like that?” I rested my cheek against her thigh, feeling the muscles there still taut.
“Mmmm.” She nodded happily. “Uber-like.”
I giggled, rocking my palm against her. “Would you like it again?”
“Again?” she squeaked. “Now?”
“I bet you could.” I grinned, sliding my hand down, parting her soft, sticky pussy lips with two fingers. “The second one is even better than the first, you know.”
“It is?” Her eyes lit up in anticipation. “Ohhhh, god, but it’s too sensitive!”
“That goes away.” I kissed away her protest, the lightest press of my lips over her labia, not coming her near her clit, not yet. Now I could take my time, exploring the convoluted pink flesh between her legs, an exquisite labyrinth I could get lost in all night long, if she’d let me. The thought that she just might let me, given how she was responding now with soft sighs and shifting hips, made the ache in my own pussy almost unbearable. Almost.
“But… April…” I felt her hand moving in my hair, brushing it out of my face. “What about you?”
I shook my head in spite of the way my pelvis rocked against the bed at her words. “No, sweetie, this is about you, not me.”
My god, she tasted good. The wet, dark circle beneath her had doubled in size and I was now determined to triple it—quadruple it. To infinity and beyond!
“April, I want to.” Casey half sat, leaning back on her elbows to peer down at me between her thighs. “Please?”
I breathed in the scent of her, giving her pussy another long, soft kiss before I slid my body up to meet hers in response.
“Taste.” And I kissed her, forcing my tongue between her lips, giving her that sweet, musky tang on my tongue. She was quite still at first, letting me share it with her, and I guessed it must have been the first time she had tasted her own pussy. I licked softly at her lower lip as we parted, looking into her eyes. “Well?”
“You’re right.” She smiled slowly. “I taste great.”
I grinned back. “Fucking-A you do.”
“Now let me taste you,” she insisted, taking my breath away when she leaned in for more, kissing me, not soft and sweet, but hard and wanting, her arms going around my neck, her tongue probing, oh god, sucking on mine. I let her do it. We rolled back and forth on the bed until Casey was on top of me, her pussy positioned just over mine, the heat of her incredible.
“Are you sure?” I watched, breathless, as pushed up my baby doll nightie and nuzz
led my hard nipples through my bra. I undid it for her with a smile, watching her eyes light up—oh she was so fucking sweet—before beginning to lick and suck at them.
“Oh yes, definitely.” Her tongue bathed me like a kitten’s, over and over, every sensation like a jolt down between my thighs. “It feels so good. You have to know.”
I do, I thought, but I didn’t tell her that. Besides, I was ready to come just thinking about her face between my legs.
“Then let’s do it together.”
She cocked her head, frowning. “How?”
“I’ll show you.” I grabbed her, swinging her hips, positioning her so that I could wrap my arms around her hips and pull her pussy down to my mouth.
“Oooooo!” she squealed, giggling. “That’s brilliant.”
Fucking brilliant indeed. Now that I had her pussy, I didn’t care what she did or didn’t do to mine. Even if she just breathed on me, that would be more than enough.
But that isn’t all she did.
While I spread her pussy lips and really looked at her, all pink and open and wet, Casey yanked my panties off and did the same. I could almost feel the heat of her gaze on me, looking at the dark, wiry triangle of hair I had left above my cleft, pointing at my shaved-bare slit. When I slid a finger between her slick lips, she did the same to me, nice and slow, playing in the juices. When I kissed her thighs, nuzzling her at the bend, she did too, sending shivers through me. When I touched my finger to her clit, nudging it back and forth, my clit finally got some attention too, making me moan softly and rock my hips.
So this was our game.
Monkey see, monkey do.
I slowly started kissing the glossy, swollen mound of flesh of her pussy, feeling her breath on mine, tentative, feathery kisses. Her lips were fat, thick and pink with the heat of her pulse, her clit protruding at the top of her crevice. I touched my tongue to it—I couldn’t help it, I wanted her mouth on mine so much I could barely stand it—flicking the fleshy hood up and down, as if it was a tiny little cock with an itty-bitty foreskin.
“Oh April.” She squirmed on top of me, spreading her thighs wider. “That’s nice.”
“Mmmm.” I agreed, teasing her clit, the feel of her breath almost enough to send me over. Then her tongue found me, a slow, tentative lick, like she was tasting a new flavor of ice cream. I moaned and shuddered, swallowing the taste of her.
“Oh wow.” Her breath heated my pussy, her fingernails trailing lightly over my thighs. “That’s…”
“You don’t have to,” I reminded her, breathless.
But her next words made me quake from the inside out. “Yummy!”
Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes.
Her clit throbbed under my tongue. God, I wanted to make her come in my mouth again. I wanted to make her come and come until she screamed so loud the neighbors called to see if someone was being murdered next door. But I held still, just trying to concentrate on breathing, trying not to be distracted by the taste of her on my tongue, the way her ass rose up in the air, her pussy juices running down my chin, waiting to see what she would do.
“Like this?” Her tongue, lapping, back and forth, oh heaven, just like that, angel, just like that.
“Perfect,” I whispered, taking her clit between my lips and sucking gently.
“Oh!” She shifted her hips, bringing her belly down lower for me. “That’s distracting.”
“Can you reach The Terminator?” I asked, trying to see around her thighs. It was still humming gently, buried somewhere in the covers.
“Uh-huh.” Casey found it, the sound growing louder as she uncovered it. “Got it. Oh no… you’re not going to use this on me, are you?”
“No.” I smiled, opening my thighs a little wider and lifting my hips. “You’re going to use it on me.”
“Ohhhh.”
“Put it in.” I was trying hard not to beg.
“It’s so big!”
I groaned. “I know. Please.”
Then she did it, easing the head of the dildo between my swollen lips. I was so wet, it slid in easily, and I heard her gasp.
“Fuck me, Casey,” I urged, nuzzling at her pussy, her clit, rubbing her juices all over my face. I wanted to cover myself with her. “In and out… ohhhh god yes. Like that.”
“Can I lick you too?” she asked, but she already was, her tongue moving over my clit, the dildo plunging in and out, a nice, fast rhythm that was guaranteed to make me explode in under two minutes.
“Oh yes!” Oh god, the feel of her mouth, her hair brushing my thighs, the thrust of the cock between them—was this really happening?
“Faster?”
I groaned and thrust up. “Harder!”
“Doing this makes my pussy so wet,” she breathed, wiggling on top of me.
“You taste so fucking good.” I buried my face between her legs, wrapping my arms around her ass to bring her in close and tight. My tongue found her clit and focused, back and forth, right on her clit, a motion I could maintain no matter what, thank god, because my own pussy was on fire, the sensation rocking my whole body.
“Will you make me come again?” she begged. “Please?”
“Yes!” I gasped. “Just… just please don’t stop.”
“No.” I heard her smile, but then there weren’t any more words, just the sound of the vibrator plunging into my wetness and our soft moans of pleasure as we took each other to the edge of bliss. I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began, our breath heating up the whole room, making it humid and wet, like our bodies.
And then I felt her stiffen and knew she was going to come again for me. I didn’t hesitate, my tongue flickering lightning fast against her clit, eagerly lapping at her over and over, determined to take her there. Casey cried out and shuddered on top of me, but she never stopped fucking me—or licking me. She sucked my clit between her lips as she came, every spasm of her pussy mirrored by the suckle of her little mouth.
“Oh fuck!” I cried as her climax began to fade, her hips slowing. “I’m gonna come!”
She moaned and sucked faster, thrusting the dildo in deep and hard, keeping it there, and that was it—I was exploding, the earth falling away, every bit of me shattered into a zillion pieces, floating like stardust into nothing. And then it was Casey calling me back, my ears ringing, feeling her crawling up next to me to pull the covers over us both.
“Thank you.” My best friend looked at me with tears in her eyes and my belly clenched. I touched her cheek, trailing a fingernail down her neck, over her exposed breast, where the bruises stood out like ink on her flesh. I was thinking about the most gratifying, horrible ways to torture Lance, but I knew what I would do instead. In the morning, Casey and I would tell my stepfather about what he’d done. My stepfather was a cop. He would know how to handle it best.
“So now you know what Casey likes,” I whispered, kissing the tip of her nose and pulling her close to me.
“What Casey loves.”
I smiled, drifting, dreamy. The words just slipped out. “I love you too.”
The ensuing silence was like a knife in my heart.
And then she said, “I know.”
I lifted my head to look at her, and I saw it clearly in her eyes. Had she known all along? Did it matter?
When I kissed her, putting everything I felt into it, she kissed me back, and I knew it didn’t matter if we were going to be at two different schools on separate coasts. We were going to be best friends—the very best of everything, together—forever.
The End
ABOUT SELENA KITT
Selena Kitt is a bestselling and award-winning author of erotic fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business. With half a million ebooks sold in 2011 alone, she is the cream-at-the-top of erotica!
Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.<
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When she’s not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (www.excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and four children—and her growing organic garden. She loves bellydancing and photography. She also loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of chewing gum and leather, and playing kitty cat.
Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional literary quality,” out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read “blind” (without author’s name available.)
She can be reached on her website at www.selenakitt.com
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Selena Kitt’s *Girls Only*—where the girls get naughty together, but it feels oh, so good!
Tina’s New Year’s resolution brings out the explorer in her partner, Beth, and the two women go on a mission to find the perfect new toy for their sexual adventures.
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(approx 3,500 words)
Warning: This title contains hot panty-melting girl-on-girl action!
EXCERPT:
“Like it?” Tina’s voice was husky as she met Beth’s eyes in the mirror. Beth just nodded, swallowing hard as Tina pulled her t-shirt off, so that she was completely naked except for the strap-on and mesh panties. “How about now?”
“Fuck, baby!” Beth breathed, her hand pressing between her legs over the crotch of her jeans.
