Hidden Chances: The Complete Collection

by Sofia Paz

Julia felt the gush once more below and everything that she had just told herself dissolved as she reached out to touch Anne's arm. Her skin was just as supple and tender as Julia had imagined. She felt like cool velvet and her scent was calling her closer.

  “I'm not nervous. I am just so attracted to you, that I don’t really know how to act,” the words came of their own accord and there was nothing she could do to take them back.

  “Julia,” Anne turned and bent her face to reach Julia's, “it's mutual.”

  Before Julia knew it, they were kissing. Anne's arms pulled her close and Julia felt her small breasts pressed against her chest. The woman's nipples were hot, hard points in her dress and Julia imagined finding one and then the next with her tongue as their lips met and Anne's tongue flicked along her top lip.

  Anne wrapped her fingers in Julia's hair, her arms around her neck, her hips pressing into Julia's. The longer they kissed, the more the heat between them kept rising. Julia felt the goose bumps run down her back and the hunger inside her became impossible to ignore.

  Anne pulled away, only to ask, “Do you want to go to my room?” and the wet kiss continued before Julia could answer. Anne's tongue was swirling in her mouth, lapping along every ridge, bringing Julia to a boil as she imagined the woman touching her with the same liquid embrace all over her body.

  “Yes,” she panted when Anne released her mouth once more. Julia's hands desperately grabbing her bottom and grinding against her, imagining the woman in her arms having panties as wet as her own, “Please, I want to go.”

  “Come on then, let's get out of here.”

  Anne's expression was as wanton as Julia felt and she clutched her hand once more. The touch was firm and needy and she led Julia from the bathroom, down the hall, and to the bank of elevators quickly.

  When the door slid opened, they entered and found two men inside. Anne ignored them and pushed Julia up against the back wall. Her tongue was voracious and Julia could hear the slippery noises of their mouth moving together and she had almost forgotten about the two strangers watching them.

  The bell prompted them to get off and when the two women exited hand in hand, Julia looked back to catch the lascivious stare of the men, watching them and, Julia was sure, picturing in vivid detail what was about to happen. She laughed and asked Anne, “Did you see them staring at us?”

  Anne shook her head no as they made their way swiftly to her door, saying, “No, all I noticed was you.”

  Once inside, all Julia could see was the bed and for the first time since she had been kissed, her nerves came back all at once. She wasn't gay; she was just horny, right? And worse, what would she tell David about this weekend? The butterflies in her stomach grew even more intense now.

  “Relax, Julia. Just relax and enjoy being here.”

  Anne must have had a sixth sense. Julia felt her arms reach her from behind as the woman walked her to the mattress.

  “I don't bite. Well, unless you tell me to,” she giggled in Julia's ear before playfully nibbling.

  She gently set Julia on the edge of the bed and knelt down in front of her, her hands caressing the top of her thighs once more. Her green eyes locked on Julia’s as she asked, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  Julia felt her mouth open slightly and she nodded in agreement; there was no way to say more.

  “I want you so much,” Anne whispered to her as her hands traveled up Julia’s legs to her sides and reached up under her sheath of brown hair to find the zipper. Julia heard the sound as the material started to open behind her and she felt the woman pulling the top of the fabric off.

  Anne gasped as her fingertips reached for her large, round breasts under the black, lace bra, fondling both of her nipples to stones in one slow touch.

  “Your breasts are beautiful,” she whispered as she continued to tease Julia to an entirely new level, “Can I take your bra off?”

  Julia shivered with delight as she said, “Yes, please.”

  Anne’s fingers were on her back and Julia felt sparks when the tips touched her skin, the fabric unhooked and the straps came down her shoulders and she watched Anne pull the black lace from her. Her nipples were bare and throbbing and she exhaled loudly as she watched the long tangle of black hair swing forward as Anne's mouth reached for pink peak. Julia whimpered as the butter soft tip of her tongue found her nipple and bathed her slowly in a wet circle around the puckered skin.

  “God, you're so sexy,” Anne murmured before moving to the other nub and sucking her there as well. “I've never seen such perfect breasts,” Julia was melting from the touch and the praise and desire were all working inside her to make the longing between her legs even sharper.

  Anne laid her back on the bed and pulled the dress the rest of the way down, throwing it behind her once she had freed her. Julia felt her grasp one ankle at a time and remove her shoes. The stockings and the garter belt felt like a trap that she longed to be free from.

  “Push your hips up, Julia,” Anne directed her and once more the fingers found her hooks and started to slide the lace off and then, inch by inch, she peeled the stockings down to bring her one step closer to naked. Julia trembled once Anne's hands came back up to her hips and she felt the fingers wrapped in the tiny straps on the sides of her panties. Anne's face came back down between her legs and Julia let out a cry when the woman kissed her through the wet fabric, from her mound down to her hungry opening, slow, deliberate, closed-mouth kisses that made it all more urgent.

  “I can't wait to taste you,” Anne confessed in her low, soft lover's voice, “When we were shaking hands, I didn't want to let you go.”

  “Neither did I,” Julia could finally tell her, “I never felt that way before.”

  “I'm going to take your panties down now, is that alright?” Anne was asking for permission even though she knew that Julia was on the verge of begging.

  “Yes, please, do it,” Julia almost didn't recognize the sound of her own voice and found herself thrusting her hips up higher to give the woman easy access.

  Finally naked, exactly what she had wanted since she first laid eyes on Anne, her thighs trembled as the woman continued to kiss her bare, swollen lips and worked her way to her sweet, pink crevice.

  “Your pussy is so beautiful,” she murmured and Julia couldn't look away, watching as Anne finally opened her mouth and unleashed her tongue.

  The first touch of her, a long, hot lap from the bottom to the tippy top, sent a needy thrill down her whole body and Julia heard herself whispering ‘yes’ and ‘please’ and ‘more’ again and again as the woman's mouth continued to find every aching part of her.

  Julia spread her thighs apart wider as Anne buried her face at her fount and her tongue parted her inner lips and slid slowly up to Julia's clit, erect and thudding for attention. The sticky, sweetness began to roll out of her and wet the mattress below as she moved her hips to the attentive touch.

  “Anne,” she said the woman's name as the fluttering grew in intensity. The surge of current was now hot and spread from her lower lips to her hips and the tip of Anne’s tongue started stroking her clit in the same slow circle that she had used on her nipples. Julia was burning with the desire for more, whispering “God, that's so good.”

  When Anne's lips locked around her clit and started to suck her inside, the same mouth that had kissed her so passionately, she knew her release would come in a smoldering torrent. The sound of the woman sucking and lapping and tasting her was almost as erotic as the sensation itself and Julia felt herself lost in every sensation. The soft hands under her bottom, pushing the desired bud deeper into her mouth. The scent of the woman, so close to her now. The feel of her long hair against the sensitive, silky skin on her thighs. It was sensory overload and Julia felt herself careening to the edge.

  Anne knew her body so well, as if she were already a lover instead of Julia's first, and she increased her pressure and tempo and the vibration continued to grow as Julia found herself keeping
Anne's times with her thrust, feeding the woman every droplet of her juices as the river of want poured out of her.

  “I'm going to cum, Anne,” the words tore from her as the orgasm pushed them out of her.

  Anne lapped at her, fast and insistent now, as if wanting to take her climax from her, eager to taste it all sliding down her throat, to feel her loveliness painted on her cheeks and her chin and to suck the last glistening dollop of her cream from her lower lip. Julia felt the first spasm rock her body as she toppled over the edge and began to cum in Anne's mouth.

  The woman knew and Julia could hear her gulping and swallowing as she cried and clenched and ground her hips against the face and gave herself completely to the lips that controlled the waves of pleasure that wracked her body.

  “God, yes, take me,” Julia quivered as the next current became the next and her clitoris swelled and her body was nothing but liquid as the last of the explosion left her and she moaned, a deep, low, hungry noise that she had never heard from herself before.

  Anne continued to kiss her softly as the throes of her orgasm left and Julia looked down to see her lover's wet face, once she stopped kissing, and simply stared back into Julia's eyes. Her expression was even lustier now than it had been before, as if she were insatiable.

  “You taste so good, Julia,” she said with a smile. Her chin and lips were coated in Julia's cream and when she rose up off of her knees to join her on the bed, she let Julia taste herself when they kissed once more.

  Julia's tongue eagerly licked up every sweet drop, along the ridge of her bottom lip, moving her lips to the woman's cheeks and chin and then sliding down the warm skin on her neck and nuzzling her face into Anne's black hair. As she smelled Anne’s hair, then running her mouth up and down her neck, Julia knew that she couldn't wait much longer; she had to undress Anne. Her shaking hands reached for the zipper and Anne stopped her with a smile.

  “Let me help you, Julia,” she said and the dress that had fit every curve was suddenly gone. Anne was absolutely perfect. Her long, lean body, the small, pert breasts that needed no bra, her dark, succulent nipples that were hard and ready for Julia's mouth to pluck and worship. Julia's hand immediately reached for her groin and felt Anne's ruined panties, soaked through with her need.

  “Julia,” she groaned and opened her slender thighs wide to take her touch, “I need you so much. I'm so wet.”

  Anne’s soft voice was a new source of lust and desire and Julia wanted to hear it in her ear as she continued to touch and tease and make the woman cum with her fingers before giving her the tongue that she needed as much as Julia had.

  At some point before the sun came up, the two women collapsed in a wet, tangled heap on the bed, thighs entwined, hands touching and hair fanned out on the pillows below. Julia held Anne in her arms, her lips on the back of her neck as they slept.

  The alarm was loud and Julia sat up with a jolt, disoriented for a moment, until she looked down to see the naked, black-haired woman next to her and it all came back slowly, in hot, throbbing pieces, one by one. Then the panic came with a rush. She had never called David last night. He would have filled her voicemail with message after message. What if someone from the wedding party came to the door? What would Chelsea say to find her best friend naked with another woman? Her heart lunged in her chest with each successive thought.

  “Stop, Julia,” Anne was smiling again with the lips that were forever imprinted on Julia's brain, “it's going to be fine.”

  Julia didn't know which she wanted more, to grab her clothes and dress as quickly as her trembling legs could hold her and tip-toe down the hall in shame or sink back down next to her lover and start the evening all over again. The only thing she knew for certain was that she had some difficult choices ahead of her.

  To be continued…

  *****

  Volume Two

  David was kissing her but his attention was on the television against the wall and when she opened her eyes and saw what he was really focused on, something inside her wanted to snap.

  “Would you rather watch the game?” Julia asked him as kindly as possible, considering what was bubbling up inside.

  “No, baby, I want to please you.”

  He looked at her with his adorable, sad puppy look for a moment but when the announcer talked louder and the crowd roared, he quickly checked the screen again, looking around her and groaning.

  If anything, sex with her boyfriend had gotten worse over the past month. Before Chelsea's wedding, she had just been plain bored with it. However, now that she knew how much better it could actually be, she was teetering on angry. Julia swallowed down her frustration and grabbed his erection that was flailing in the crotch of his pants. She wasn't exactly gentle and he yelped.

  “Hey, I need that, you know,” he smiled with a pained expression.

  Julia heard the voice in her head ask, “For what?” but instead she relaxed her grip and massaged him gently up and down instead.

  “Sorry, sweetie,” she murmured in a low, husky voice that was sure to get noticed.

  David touched her hand that was stroking him and moaned, “Oh yeah, that feels so good. You know what I like,” and started pushing his hips up and down to rub himself in her hand.

  “Unzip me, please.” He sounded so needy and even if she were sick of it all, he was a great guy in so many other ways. The idea of trying something different, mixing it up a little, forcing him off his standard moves was tantalizing and she felt a flush on her face when thinking of the possibilities.

  She reached a long thigh over him and now straddled him on the couch. Her right hand slithered down his body to his pants, unzipping him and reaching in for his hard cock. She pulled it out and ran her finger over the dripping slit and, looking him in the eye, licked the tip before returning her digit to the place, even wetter now.

  “Jesus, Julia, that's hot.” He was panting and thrusting up at her for more. She smiled wickedly at him and winked.

  “Oh, you think that's hot? Watch this,” she whispered lasciviously as she flipped up her skirt and, meandering down under her panties, used the same finger to touch herself. Slipping her finger down the center of her wetness, her fingers were tinged in her sweetness as she wrapped them around his dick once more.

  “You like that?” she asked him in her seductress' tone.

  “That feels so good, oh my God.” He couldn't take his eyes off her now; the game hummed in the background still but he paid it no mind.

  Julia moved her panties to the side and showed him her bare, swollen lips before using the head of his cock like a toy, touching her clit with his hot, engorged skin and masturbating herself with his erection. She felt her hips move as she took him back and forth, pressing against her tender, throbbing places and she heard the long, hot sigh that escaped her lips. If she closed her eyes and remembered the first time, she could cum like this.

  Unfortunately, David could as well and in a few more strokes, she felt him spasm under her and a line of his orgasm spit on her crotch, spraying her with cum, again and again. Her pelvis was coated in his salty discharge and he was trembling against her, heaving and kissing her cheek.

  He quickly said, “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cum so fast, baby. That was such a turn on.” He should have been embarrassed but Julia could tell he wasn't. The apology was as insincere now as it had always been.

  Her smile was equally insincere and she got off his lap and reassured him.

  “No, it's fine, honey,” she told him as the mess started to slide down her hips to her thighs, “I'm just going to go wash up.”

  She growled to herself in the bathroom, muttering under her breath as she pulled off her clothes and started running the bath. He hadn't even waited to be inside her. If she let herself think about it too much at this point, she'd break up with him. She was at her breaking point.

  Julia slipped into the tub and the water covered her to her chin. Lying back in the bubbles, she closed her eyes and shut out
the rest of the world, especially David. She was instantly somewhere else with Anne.

  Just saying her name made her flutter between her legs and she bit her lip to keep the deep sigh from escaping. Her fingers plucked her nipples into hard, pink stones and she massaged them slowly, the way Anne would, and she imagined her lover's mouth on hers as her hands explored every inch of Julia's body.

  It had been too long since she had seen Anne and it would be another three days until they could sneak away. She felt almost desperate for the fingers and the lips that she spent so much time fantasizing about. She had forgotten the shame from the first time, totally caught up in the feeling she had, lost in her arms, stroking her long, black hair and watching her lips pucker and smile before they melted on her skin once more.

  Julia had quickly become insatiable and that was what made David's attempts even worse. His fumbling and his quick pumps and even his kisses; it wasn't just obvious that he didn't know, he didn't want to know.

  Out of the tub, she wrapped the thick, cotton towel around her full breasts and grabbed her phone, which was lying on the bed. She felt the puddle from her wet body growing beneath her as she sent the text, “I miss you so much! Can't wait to see you.”

  In a minute, her phone buzzed with the reply, “Are you as horny as I am?” Anne always made her laugh too, just one more thing about her that made it almost too perfect.

  “More,” was all she wrote and pressed send quickly. She heard the sound of David coming down the hallway to the bedroom and she stealthily hid her phone under the pillow before he sat next to her with a grin.

  He ran his hand up her calf and then slowly up her inner thigh as he asked, “Can I try again?”

  “If you want to.”

  Julia knew that she'd wind up closing her eyes and imagining the place that she'd prefer to be. Sometimes she could even make herself cum that way. She unhooked the towel and let it fall off.

  “You think you can?”

  “Oh, baby,” he said as he wiggled his eyebrows at her and she couldn't help but giggle. He made her laugh; at least he had that going for him.