Restless On A Road Trip: A Lesbian Romance

by Nicolette Dane

  Then, suddenly, Piper and Maggie both began smacking the table and hooting, looking over at me with excitement in their eyes. Piper jumped up out of her seat and started dancing, still just topless I might add, while Maggie pointed at me and grinned.

  “Do it, do it, do it,” Maggie chanted. I laughed as I watched them and then noticed the poker hands laid down at the table. And then I looked down at myself and saw that I was only wearing my panties.

  “Oh shit,” I said. “Did I just lose?”

  “Believe it, sister!” said Piper.

  “Ah, whatever!” I said, standing up now from my chair. I took hold of the elastic band of my panties and swiftly pushed them down my thighs, letting them fall to my feet and stepping out of them. “I don’t care anymore,” I said. “Here I am!” I posed for the women, totally nude now, hands on my hips.

  “Turn around!” said Piper, twirling her finger in the air. “I want to see your ass.”

  “Fine,” I said, following her command. I turned around and bent over, showing them my rear. I heard Piper whistle.

  “That’s a nice ass,” she said. “What do you think, Maggie?”

  “Really nice ass,” said Maggie, laughing along. I wasn’t embarrassed at all. In fact, I was having a blast. It felt nice to be adored.

  “My only regret,” I said, turning back to face them. “Is that I didn’t trim the hedges.” Lowering a hand, I ran it through my fur. “Had I known I was going to be standing naked in front of you two, I might have taken better care.”

  “It’s not like it’s a 70s bush or anything,” admitted Piper, running over to me. Without another word, she lowered her hand and ran it through my pubes just as I’d done. I felt my stomach clench up, a sudden nervousness course through me. But I loved it. I absolutely loved it. “I think it’s a nice length.”

  “Oh my God,” I peeped.

  “Oops!” said Piper, grinning, and taking her hand off my mound. “I can get a little touchy-feely.”

  “Hey Piper,” said Maggie, she too standing up out of her seat. She had a drunk lusty look in her eyes as she approached us. “Remember what you said about the loser?”

  “What did I say about the loser?” said Piper, giving a thoughtful visage as she considered the question.

  “The consolidation prize for the loser,” said Maggie. “An orgasm.”

  “Oh boy,” I said, feeling a bit of sweat on my brow. The girls looked at me simultaneously and smiled wide.

  “Are you down, Dana?” said Piper, waiting for the go ahead with excited eyes. A lot of thoughts ran through my head at that moment, but each one of them was cloudy, confused, uncertain. What stuck out the most, though, was that the possibility Piper was offering was immensely exciting. It was something I’d never experienced before. I’d never messed around with another woman, let alone two women, and I found both Maggie and Piper so incredibly attractive. There wasn’t much more to it than that. I saw an opportunity for a good time and it would have been silly not to take it.

  “I’m down.”

  “Let’s go upstairs,” said Piper devilishly. “Grab the wine."

  The three of us sauntered into Piper’s lofted bedroom, laughing and joking still, and I cradled my wine glass nervously. Piper carried the bottle and lead the way, her little ass bouncing back and forth with each step, wearing shorts that rode up high on her legs. As we walked, I caught Maggie’s eyes looking into mine. I saw a desirous fire in them and it made me feel so comforted, so wanted. And I wanted her. On the one hand, I couldn’t believe this was about to happen but on the other it felt awesome. My muscles were relaxed, my mind was eased, I had never felt more excited for a sexual encounter in all my 35 years on this planet.

  “Gimme that,” said Piper, swiftly removing the glass from my hand. She set it down on the nightstand along with the bottle. Maggie, too, stepped forward and the two glasses down that she had carried.

  “Out of the way,” said Maggie, bumping her hip against Piper and shifting past her, closer to me. I could tell Maggie was feeling it. Her face was positively dripping with lust. Me, I was feeling stoned and becoming giggly.

  Maggie approached me now and slithered her hands around me, dropping them to my backside to caress my naked rear. I felt her palms grip onto my cheeks tightly and my heart just about tore from my chest. I looked down into her eyes and before I knew it, I had leaned my face down to Maggie’s level and we had begun kissing.

  I sighed softly as I put my hands around Maggie, feeling at the hem of her tank top, slipping my fingers inside of it to feel the softness of her flesh, taking in a deep breath as we kissed. It was magical. Totally ethereal. This was what I wanted. This was what I needed.

  “Oh God,” I moaned gently as our kiss ended. Between my thighs, I was already warmed and moistening. This was crazy, such a wild ride, but my body was craving it. I felt lightening inside of me.

  Piper moved closer to me, standing at my side, and she began kissing me now, passionately and pressured, her hand moving up and offering one of my breasts some firm squeezes and caresses. As she did this, Maggie pressed her lips to my other nipple and began suckling sweetly at it. It was already almost too much to bear but then I felt a hand slip between my legs. Whose hand, I didn’t know. But it was a welcomed hand. Its fingers fondled against my aching lips, rubbing over me, causing me to see stars with my eyes closed.

  “Who’s hand?” I groaned out between kisses against Piper’s lips.

  “Mine,” I heard Maggie say, quickly returning her lips to my nipple.

  “It’s really nice,” I cooed. When I said this, Maggie caressed with an increased fervor, coaxing another deep moan out of me.

  My knees were getting weak, my entire body feeling slack as these two beautiful women jointly attended to me. While before I had felt a little angry because of my lack of poker skills, now I was feeling grateful I had lost.

  “You’re so fucking hot, Dana,” I heard Piper say as she fervently kissed me. These words gave me a wonderful ache in my belly.

  “Let’s lay down,” I said. After the words left my mouth, both girls slowed their movements and stepped back.

  “I like your style,” said Piper.

  In the blink of an eye I was lying back on Piper’s bed, grinding my butt down into the sheets to get comfortable. I watched as a topless Piper crawled up toward me between my feet, while to my side Maggie was lifting her tank top off over her head, allowing her generous breasts to spill out in a resilient bounce. My heart was racing, the excitement almost too much to withstand. I had two beautiful women coming at me, a belly full of wine, a head messy with marijuana. I just started giggling. I couldn’t help it.

  Maggie looked at me, saw me laughing, and she herself began laughing.

  “What’s so funny?” she asked.

  “This is awesome,” I said. My silliness gave Piper a tickle, who now also busted out laughing.

  “Yeah, I’m jealous,” said Piper, her palms pressing against my thighs and rubbing back and forth. Her eyes darted down to my middle, obviously focusing in on my ready blossom.

  Maggie slithered up next to me and lied down, her arm wrapping around my belly as she scooted up close. Almost immediately our lips met and we resumed kissing. It was spectacular. I felt a yearning for her beyond what I’d ever felt before. Our kisses were eager and desirous and I could taste her sweetness on my tongue. I couldn’t help but happily groan as our mouths melded.

  “Oh shit,” I said in a low whine against Maggie’s lips. Piper had lowered herself down to my middle, pressing her lips to my slit, and she had begun kissing me down below with obvious talent. Opening my eyes, I pulled away from Maggie for a moment and looked down to Piper. Her nose was sitting against my bush, her eyes shut, her jaw moving. I could feel the wetness of her lips, the muscled movements of her tongue.

  “I bet that feels nice,” Maggie whispered, trying to draw my attention back to her with a few soft kisses.

  “Fuck,” I said with hot breath. �
�It’s amazing.” Pipers eyes opened, looked at me, she smiled against my pleat, and then she resumed her lusty work.

  As I continued kissing Maggie and feeling Piper’s affections between my legs, I felt like a goddess. I felt as though this was what it was like to be Cleopatra. An all-powerful queen who could have anything she wanted. And this is what I would choose. Two beautiful, smart, funny women, just so sexy and perfect, attending to my pleasure. An intoxicated mind, an accepting body. This all added up to pure, unadulterated hedonism. And it was tremendous.

  Piper pulled back for a moment and slid a few fingers inside of me, pushing and pulling in a nice steady succession, while leaning in and kissing my wanting bead every so often. I could feel my pulse quicken, my breath begin to outpace me, as Maggie and I leaned together, our foreheads pressed, and our breathing synched up. Looking down, I watched as Maggie’s breasts haphazardly swayed as the three of us moved together.

  Maggie kissed me one more time before sitting up on the bed, reaching down, and beginning to take off her shorts. She pushed her shorts and panties off in a singular movement, slipping out of them gingerly, until she was presenting her completely naked body for me. Just as I had seen earlier, she was spectacularly beautiful. I couldn’t stop myself and I reached my hand out to pet through her bush. Maggie looked down at my hand and laughed.

  “You’re so lust drunk right now,” she remarked. Piper laughed at her and with the hand she had been using to penetrate me, fingers glistening with my own juices, she reached over and petted Maggie’s pussy along with me.

  “She’s in heat,” said Piper. “I can tell. This chick is in heat.”

  “You need to focus on Dana,” said Maggie with a grin, batting Piper’s hand away from her.

  “I’m stoned and I want to come,” I said matter-of-factly. Piper laughed at me and immediately pushed her palm against my mound, massaging it up and down. I felt twinkling energy traverse through me. “Mmm,” I moaned reflexively.

  “Patience,” she said through a giggle.

  Piper stroked me a few more times before lowering down and returning to using her mouth. As she did this, my head fell back to the pillow and I oozed out a deep moan. Then I felt Maggie toss a leg over me and crawl up further on the bed. Opening my eyes, I saw her small figure above me, breasts hovering, her grinning face looking down at me. As my eyes descended over her body, I saw how close her pinkness was and my mouth began to water.

  I wanted to taste her.

  “You look pretty from this angle,” said Maggie, her hands reaching down and running through my hair. With Piper still eating me out, I flung my hands around Maggie’s rear, holding tight, and lifted my neck up slightly so that my lips could meet her slit and I began doing what I felt Piper was doing to me.

  I felt a weird energy within me, like I’d just drank a bunch of caffeine or something, as I suckled and licked Maggie’s flower. She kept her hands on my head and I felt her hips grind back and forth, my mouth attached to her, as Maggie began panting and sighing along with the increased pleasure. At this point, I was really peaking, feeling just immaculate from the intoxicants, feeling a certain numbness in my toes, yet feeling intensely hot in my middle as Piper slurped.

  It was almost as though I were invincible. Have you ever felt that? Have you ever felt so good that you just knew that nothing could stop you? That’s exactly how I felt. I felt like life was wonderful. Like life was so fucking wonderful.

  “Yeah,” panted Maggie, riding my face. “Yeah.” She got this lustful nasty expression that made me want to give her even more. And in my amazingly sparkly awareness, I gripped tighter to Maggie’s butt and squeezed. Nice and firm and thick. I felt Piper tickling me with her tongue and I almost forgot to breathe. Without questioning myself or the action, I ran my fingers into Maggie’s crack and downward, feeling around until I reached her lips. I immediately and wantonly started to pet her creases.

  “Oh God!” I called out quickly and suddenly, my hips squirming, my legs kicking. Piper almost had me there. I was so close I could hardly stand it. I wanted it so badly.

  Maggie was gripping to the headboard, focusing on being pleasured, and I was happy to oblige. Her taste was perfection, something along the lines of sweat mixed with a floral fragrance and a tinny aftertaste. I felt her wetness cream down my lips, my chin, my cheeks, the humidity of having my face between Maggie’s thighs making me feel sweaty and steamed. I was getting there — oh God! — I was getting there. I rubbed adoringly at Maggie’s backside, feeling the downy fur between her crack, I spread my own legs further as Piper locked her lips against my cherry and sucked hard, and my body, now in autopilot, started to shiver and shake.

  Underneath Maggie and with Piper still licking me with exalting passion, my hips bucked, my thighs quaked, my feet shivered. My belly was convulsing, sucking in and pushing out with my deep gasps. I muttered obscenities into Maggie’s wet lips, still trying to offer my services to her desire, but unable to keep up in any kind of consistent way. I was coming hard and it made me feel like I was floating, like there was no bed underneath me. Rather, the mess of us, three eager and sexy and drunk women, just existed together in this wonderful coalescence of sex. This orgasm felt life changing for me. That may sound like hyperbole but it was nothing but truth. I’d never shook so hard. I couldn’t stop myself and nor did I want to.

  “Oh fuck,” was all I could say as I came down. Opening my eyes for a moment, I saw Maggie looking down at me. Her smile said it all. She treasured me. Her hand moved through my hair, my brow matted with sweat. “Oh fuck,” I huffed again.

  The rest of that lustful night was a bit of a blur thanks to the intoxicants I had coursing through my veins. But it was a transcendent blur. I loved every moment of it. At one point, we had Piper face down into the pillows, ass up, Maggie behind her with her lips to Piper’s pinkness, one hand forward and fondling Piper’s small tit. And me, well, I sat on my knees to the side of Piper, rubbing the small of her back adoringly, hand between my own legs pleasuring myself as I watched it all. I admit, I let the sexual beast out of me that night. I had no inhibitions.

  We were all taken to the precipice of pleasure that night and each one of us were allowed to experience the other side. It all ended in a sweaty heap of tired flesh, limbs intertwined, lungs demanding oxygen. The last I remember was seeing Maggie’s face grinning at me, her cheeks rosy, her blonde hair damp with perspiration, her beautiful chest heaving. We kissed indolently, wanting that connection but also so exhausted from the romp. It was certainly the greatest night of my life. It was so great because it was like having this spiritual epiphany. I knew I would wake up the next morning as a completely different woman.

  Two

  The morning following my sexual awakening, I opened my eyes to find myself in bed in the guest room Maggie and I had been sharing since coming to Piper’s. I was under the sheets, still nude from the previous night, as was Maggie. The two of us were butted up next to one another, skin sticking together. Maggie had her leg tossed over and tangled into mine. She had a sleepy smile on her face and she looked amazingly happy.

  I brought a hand up to her face and slipped a finger into a tendril of Maggie’s hair, moving my digit in a slow circle, wrapping it up in her tresses. I wanted to kiss her so badly. I just wanted to lean my face in and kiss her all over, sweetly, tenderly, thankfully.

  As thoughts of adoration welled up inside of me, gleefully looking down into Maggie’s beautiful face, her blue eyes slowly opened and she caught me gazing at her.

  “Morning,” she said softly and then yawned like a little kitten.

  “Hi,” I said sweetly.

  “That was a late night,” she said. “I’m still exhausted.”

  “I can’t believe I’m not hungover,” I remarked, grinning, demurely looking away.

  “That’s because I made us both chug a huge glass of water before bed,” said Maggie, beginning to come to greater consciousness. She stretched an arm up over her head and ya
wned once again. “Speaking of, I really have to pee.”

  “Don’t leave,” I said. Then, lowering my hand under the sheets and slipping my palm between her legs, I cupped her furry floret and offered a tender squeeze. “Just go into my hand.”

  “You’re crazy,” Maggie remarked with a tickled laugh. She squirmed a little bit as I touched her. “As much as I love this, I really do have to pee.”

  Then Maggie kissed me gently and it sent a wonderful shiver coursing through me, coaxing a sigh out of my mouth. She then slipped away from me, tossing the sheet off of her body, and stepped out of bed. I reveled at her naked body as I watched, her copious chest, slim waist, firm butt. It brought so much back to me from the night past. It was almost as though I could taste her creaminess on my lips once again.

  Maggie trotted out of the room and down the hall to relieve herself and though I hated to see her go, I loved to watch her leave. Yeah, that’s a corny way to put it, but it was true. She had the cutest rump, her cheeks pumping up and down as she made her way out of sight. After a moment, echoing from down the hall, I could hear the sound of Maggie peeing thanks to her leaving the door open. I don’t know why I listened so intently. I think it just made me feel incredibly close to her. Like we were sharing something so private and intimate. Like she wasn’t ashamed.

  I felt real and steady happiness for the first time in a long time as I lay there in bed. I’m sure I had a stupid grin on my face, some joyous look of silly effervescence. I might not have felt so good had Maggie played like the previous night hadn’t happened. I might have felt bad. But her kiss and her acceptance of my touches, it made me feel like good things were about to happen to me.