by Jane Kemp
Then, he wrapped an arm around her middle and kissed her again as his free hand grabbed her blouse and tugged it up until it found the bottom and slipped underneath. She was paralyzed as his intrusive hand moved up to squeeze her breasts under her blouse, and she cried out when he suddenly yanked her bra cup down and pinched her freed nipple. His fingers were calloused as if he played the guitar, and their roughness sent electric thrills through her body as they played on her nipples. She was shocked by her reaction to this sudden attack, wanting her body to behave logically, but it had been a while since she had been with anyone and her body was feeling the absence.
His hand pulled out from under her blouse and his mouth drew away from hers, allowing her to catch her breath. Seeming afraid that she might choose this time to sound an alarm, he leaned in and breathed into her ear. “Stay quiet.”
Miriam shook her head to show she understood, and he moved on, his attention now focused back on her blouse. He started trying to undone the buttons but, finally, in frustration, he just ripped the blouse apart, sending buttons skittering to the floor in all directions. She now stood with her breasts completely exposed, her bra already pulled down to let the perfect round tits fall free. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her heart beating hard underneath, and he seemed to enjoy the effect he was having on her.
He looked up at her then and his grey eyes met her green ones and she saw such a look of raw lust that she felt it as if his hands had run down her body. She shivered and then, he put his head down to suck on her tits, pulling the already hard nipples into his mouth and making her groan, in spite of her fear and shock. He took his mouth off her sensitive nipples then, and let his hands trail over her tanned stomach to the waist of her skirt. His hands found the zipper on the side and slowly, carefully unzipped it until it fell away from her hips and puddled on the floor around her feet. He had her step out of the garment and she found it strange how careful and gentle he was now being. But then, his hands were on her shoulders and he was putting pressure on her to kneel and she felt his strength again as he gripped her tightly. The moment her knees hit the carpeted floor, he let her go, looking at her face steadily as his hands worked his jeans open and pulled them down with his underwear to free his cock from the material.
When she saw his cock jump free from his jeans, she cried out. He was huge, long and with a slight curve that she imagined he was planning to put in her mouth. She knew she was right when his hand came down on either side of her head and his fingers wrapped in her red hair and yanked her forward, pressing her lips roughly against his shaft. “Take my cock, bitch.” The growled command shocked her and she opened her mouth in automatic obedience to his tone rather than because she feared any consequences.
He stuffed her mouth and throat quickly, pushing past her protesting tongue and sliding into the back of her throat until she was gagging and sputtering. She had only given a few blowjobs in her sexual lifetime and had certainly never deep throated. In fact, it had been one of the things she and her former boyfriend had fought about in the bedroom. She simply didn’t enjoy giving blowjobs. But having her choice in the matter taken away gave it an entirely different feel and her body reacted hard to the powerful thrusts that made her throat bulge and took her breath away.
He didn’t move slowly, but fucked her mouth like he would have fucked her pussy. His thrusts were hard and fast and she could feel his excitement in his growing cock and the precum she tasted on the tip every time he pulled out and stroked over her struggling tongue. He was beginning to grunt and her body was practically swinging from his hands when he suddenly stopped and picked her up, spun her around and bent her over. Grasping a shelf desperately to keep herself from falling into the shelves or falling on her face, she felt him grab her ass and pull her toward him with one rough movement that buried his cock inside her sweet pussy.
The feel of his thick shaft suddenly completely filling her, made her cry out and she bit her lip to keep from making more noise as he pumped her mercilessly, digging his hands into her backside as he moved her back and forth so that her thighs slapped against his as he fucked her. He soon picked up the pace, moving her so frantically that her hands lost their grip and she was pushed painfully into the books on the shelf, jarring a few more of them loose. But she didn’t feel the pain as much as she felt the orgasm that came roaring through her, making her legs feel weak and her pussy feel electrified. Every thrust now made her body shudder and she moaned and could only just manage to curl her fingers on a shelf to keep herself upright.
He fucked her harder and began to growl in that rough voice that had made her body feel so responsive early on. “You fucking slut, make me come!” His command sent shivers through her and clamped her pussy hard around his shaft. He thrust once more and then he pulled out, turned her to drop her on her knees again as he pushed into her panting mouth and let his warm load coat her tongue and her throat. She gagged and tried to keep from swallowing but he gave a last hard thrust and suddenly she was swallowing his cum in a loud gulp. He pulled out then, letting her go as he reached down and pulled up his pants. He didn’t even wait to see if she was okay, only walked away through the stacks as he finished zipping his pants. Getting unsteadily to her feet, she grabbed her skirt from the floor and pulled it on slowly, carefully lifting one leg and then the other before pulling it up over her hips and zipping up. Her blouse was practically a lost cause and she felt some anger at his carelessness. He always did this.
She held it closed and made her way back to her cart where she kept a small sewing kit in her bag for emergencies such as this one. She figured if Mikey did this every time she arranged a rendezvous at work, she’d better be prepared.
It had only been two months since she had met the bad boy in a bar and she had known right away that her father wouldn’t like him at all. So, she had to arrange sudden meetings between them to keep things as quiet as possible. And, truthfully, it had been the wildest, most satisfying two months of her life. In fact, as she thought about it, she didn’t see any reason for things to go beyond the sex. After all, if a guy could get in and get out with no strings attached, it seemed only fair that she get to do the same.
Miriam smiled as she thought of just how fun it would be as they found every nook and cranny of the library and made it theirs. Research for her first novel was proving to be delicious.
KISSING IN COPENHAGEN
First Lesbian Sex With My Backpacking Girlfriend
an erotic short by Jane Kemp
All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press
They were living their dream. It had been something they had talked about since they were little girls living on the same street. Clara and Grace had grown up together from the time they were in kindergarten and it hadn’t taken the two girls long to meet and decide that they would be best friends forever. And they had stuck to that, through two moves, boyfriend troubles, college and one engagement. They were two sides of the same coin, as Clara’s mom liked to say every time they got together, and their dreams were often of the same thing. They wanted to explore.So, when they were in high school, the idea of backpacking across Europe had been something they had settled on as a “goal that must be met.” The original plan was to make the trip when they graduated high school, but their parents weren’t too crazy about the idea of their two young girls backpacking alone over God-knows-where meeting God-knows-who. (That was how Grace’s mother had put it while they sat at the dining room table presenting their plan.) Since it would largely have been their parents’ money paying for the trip, they had been forced to shelve the idea and focus on college instead.
That had been hard because they were headed to different universities, having both earned scholarships, Clara for dance and Grace for the sciences. Clara always joked that Grace was going to learn how to blow the world up with all her chemicals and test tubes, but she was really very proud. Both girls had done well, working hard an
d obtaining coveted jobs once they had graduated. But it had still forced them apart for longer periods of time than they had been used to.
So, it had been natural, when the grind of college was behind them, mostly anyway, since Grace was continuing to get her Master’s, for the girls to relight the fire for their dream of backpacking across Europe. And this time they found their families a lot more understanding and willing. Of course, their families would help with funds, but the girls had also worked and saved to help pay most of their expenses. They had researched endlessly on the web for the best deals, the best itineraries, the best places to stay.
And they were now standing in the middle of Copenhagen, giggling like little girls. This was their fifth stop on the itinerary they had planned and they were finally beginning to get the hang of things. Money had been the hardest to get used to, figuring rate of exchange so they didn’t end up blowing all their money in one place. But they were both cautious by nature and, when they sat down on a park bench to figure out where they were financially, they discovered that they were actually very much in the black. In fact, they were enough in the black that the thought of getting a hotel room for the night instead of stopping in at one of the hostels was a definite possibility.
Clara combed her fingers through her red hair and adjusted her hat. “Well, what do you think, should we splurge on a room now or save it up for later?”
Grace didn’t waste any time answering. “We’re getting a room.”
Clara didn’t argue. It hadn’t been easy going the backpacking route. It wasn’t easy, always carrying your luggage on your back and the hostels had not always been, well, the most restful of places. So, Grace pulled out her guidebook and they looked up a hotel that would be reasonable but nice. They finally settled on a place called Wakeup Copenhagen, which they found to be very quaint. And it wasn’t far from where they were. They decided they could walk. After all, when you’re backpacking you get used to walking very quickly.
The hotel room proved to be somewhat small, but very beautiful compared to some of the places they had stayed so far. And they were grateful to have it. When they had first approached the desk, they had been told that it was sold out. A few minutes later, though, as they stood talking about what their next move might be, the desk clerk approached and told them that there had been a cancellation. They couldn’t believe their luck.
Now, they dropped their bags and lounged on the bed, smiling at each other like it was Christmas morning and they knew they would soon be heading downstairs. They turned on the TV and actually found US programming. Then, Grace got up and looked at the rather small bathroom. “Well, I’m going in.” She searched through her bag for her toiletries and stepped into the clear walled bath area.
It really was a unique set-up, though not very private, since most of the bathroom wall was clear. Even the shower was mostly see-through. But who cares when you’ve had to share two bathrooms with fifty people? Clara settled back to watch some TV while her friend went to take her shower.
It was hard, though, to concentrate on the old Eighties sitcom when her friend was showering in that clear tube right in the line of sight. Clara had never truly realized how beautiful Grace was, with her long black hair and her petite Asian build. She was toned and her skin was a beautiful rich caramel color, darker along the lines of where she had gotten more sun. Clara thought she looked simply stunning.
Of course, Clara knew that she didn’t look bad. She had long red hair that was darker rather than lighter, and her complexion was the typical Irish fair that had burnt her skin where Grace had only gotten tanner. But she had a toned athletic body and she was definitely taller than Grace, about five inches taller. Clara had always loved going to Grace’s house because she had been the tallest person there, taller even than Grace’s dad. Her best features, she thought, were her breasts, so perfectly proportioned to her body, round and full and firm. She loved to wear t-shirts that accented her chest and she didn’t mind drawing a boy’s eyes there.
It was strange, though, as she found her eyes drawn to her friend in the shower that her body was reacting to what she saw. She had never been with a woman, had never even thought of being with a woman, but she was finding herself very attracted to Grace. It was astonishing to her. They had known each other almost their whole lives and suddenly, she was reacting to her friend as if she was seeing her for the first time.
Suddenly, Grace turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Clara lost sight of her for a bit and then she stepped into the room, a towel wrapped around her body, accenting every curve in Clara’s eyes. “God, that feels so much better. Watcha watching?” She walked over and sat on the bed by Clara’s side, checking out the TV.
Clara stammered some response and then, her hand fumbled for the remote, lost somewhere between her and Grace. Her hand scooted over the covers and then, suddenly, it was under Grace’s leg and she felt her heart beat wildly. She was about to pull it back when Grace put her own hand on top of it. Clara looked up and was surprised to see the look of lust on Grace’s face. “I was wondering when we would have this moment. I’ve been waiting a long time.” Then, Grace leaned over and kissed her.
For Clara, it was like a thousand volts of electricity had just hit her mouth and radiated out all over her body, finally concentrating between her legs. She didn’t kiss back at first, she was so shocked, but as she felt Clara’s tongue push into her mouth and her body roll on top of hers, the towel falling away, she felt her inhibitions disappear and her desire take over.
The two kissed a while longer before Grace pulled back to begin helping Clara take her shirt off. When the t-shirt was pulled over Clara’s head and tossed aside, Grace sighed. “You always had the most perfect breasts. I always envied them, and I always wanted them.”
Clara watched her friend reach out and put her hands on them through her bra, and then Grace slipped her delicate hands underneath and pressed her small palms over Clara’s nipples, making Clara gasp and moan as she felt the warm touch. The two of them wrestled her bra up and off and then Grace put her hands back on Clara’s nipples and gave them a squeeze, making them harden. But then, Grace leaned down and took one into her sweet little mouth and Clara cried out as she felt a strong jolt run directly from the nipple in Grace’s mouth to her clit. It was like Grace had just sucked Clara’s little bud into her mouth instead of her nipple. She writhed beneath her friend’s body as Grace continued to show attention to her breasts, and then she sat back and moved her naked body between Clara’s legs.
Clara watched her grab the waist of her shorts and pull down, stretching the elastic as she pulled them over Clara’s hips and then down her legs. Finally, she tossed them over the bed and moved back up to run her hands lightly along the waistband of Clara’s panties. Clara shivered as she felt the light touch and her pussy spasmed in response, her juices beginning to flow between her legs. Grace leaned down and put her mouth on Clara’s panties directly above her slit and breathed out, warming Clara’s pussy through the material. Clara moaned and arched her back, shoving her pussy against Grace’s mouth. Clara responded by yanking the panties aside and thrusting her tongue deep into Clara’s folds, exploring inside her sweet juicy pussy like a little cock.
It drove Clara wild. She had never experienced oral sex like this. The few times a boy had been willing to lick her he had barely touched his tongue to her bare pussy lips. Grace’s tongue roamed up and down and in and out and Clara moaned and cried out with each new exploration. Finally, feeling on the edge of an orgasm, she reached out and pushed Grace back and then, she spun her body on the bed so she could now slide under Grace’s legs and lift her head to put her own mouth on Grace’s pussy.
It was such an amazing thing, sliding her tongue into her friend’s folds and tasting the sweet muskiness that was so very different from a man’s cock. Grace fell over on top of Clara so that they were now in the classic sixty-nine position. She could
n’t believe what a thrill it gave her to manipulate her tongue in her friend’s pussy. It made every touch of Grace’s tongue like an intense shock to her body.
Both women were licking and sucking each other furiously when Grace decided to slip some fingers into Clara. Clara yelped as she felt her friend’s digits slide inside her and then, she felt them search until suddenly, they touched her sweet spot and made her jump in response. Grace now moved her hand rapidly on that special spot until Clara’s body buckled and she came harder than she could remember having ever come before. She was almost breathless and she forgot completely about paying any attention to Grace’s pussy as her own spasmed and clenched around her friend’s small fingers.
Grace thrust a few more times and sucked on Clara’s clit until every single spasm was wrung out of her, then she sat up and mashed her cunt down on Clara’s face, moving her body and fucking her friend’s mouth with abandon. Clara was still paralyzed with her own orgasm at first, but eventually, she slipped her tongue up into her friend’s folds.
Grace shook when she felt Clara’s tongue and she began to move frantically back and forth, shifting her pussy over her friend’s mouth until she fell over on her hands, her body bucking and shaking with the power of her climax. Clara wrapped her arms around her friend’s waist and followed her, keeping her mouth on her throbbing pussy until Grace begged and pleaded for her to stop, that she couldn’t take anymore.
Clara let go and fell back onto the bed and Grace rolled over onto her back beside her. The two girls lay head to tail, breathing harshly, as they struggled to control the intense sensations running through their bodies. Finally, Clara managed to sit up and, looking at her friend, she smiled to see her beautiful nakedness. She was amazed that she had just enjoyed such an intimate moment with her best friend.
