by X, Lexie
Lynn took a deep breath. She’d gone with vague ideas and unspoken social maneuvering back in college, avoiding awkwardness at all costs, just like everyone else… but she was older now, and tired of it. Was that why her old friends seemed to be growing distant? She’d grown up, and they hadn’t? Was that why she seemed to command some sort of strange respect from her new younger acquaintances? She decided to go with it.
“We were both listed as straight,” she said, cutting to the heart of the matter. “But you’ve been flirty and engaging and awesome, and touching me a lot, don’t think I didn’t notice! And now kissing me…” she trailed off, satisfied with her own directness. Weirdly, instead of nervous, she felt more calm and in control.
Sydney breathed out another line of smoke, watching her with a smile. “See, that’s what I’m talking about,” she replied. “That’s hot. Everyone else around here seems like, I don’t know… afraid. You know what I mean?”
Lynn raised her eyebrows. “Actually… yes.”
Sydney kept her gaze caught for several silent moments. She took another drag and breathed it out slowly, all without looking away. Lynn matched her scrutiny, refusing to back down until an answer was had. Finally, slowly, and ever so quietly, Sydney responded.
“It’s like I said,” she said, her words a sultry whisper. “We can do whatever we want.”
Their gazes remained locked. Lynn breathed quietly, feeling the space of several heartbeats pass in silence. Her buzz made her thoughts more physical… they strayed toward the sensations she’d secretly imagined earlier… getting off with another person, some warm body pressed against hers… and the night had been great. She felt sexy herself, powerful somehow… in control…
“I want to go somewhere…” she breathed, surprising herself.
Sydney’s lips curled up into a genuine smile of attraction and insinuation. “I want to go somewhere too,” she said, dropping her cigarette and stepping on it. “Where does an older woman bring a younger girl to take advantage of her?”
Amazingly still and calm, Lynn gave her a joking dirty look in response, and then glanced down the street. “My place is walkable from here.”
“Perfect. I’m gonna go to the bathroom. Close my tab, will you?”
Lynn nodded, and headed back inside, and to the bar. Without Sydney’s presence, the enormity of what she was doing began to hit home. She’d really enjoyed kissing her… she grew excited thinking about rolling around in bed, making out with a warm, soft body… but Sydney was a girl, and… would she expect more? Lynn’s heart raced with a painful mix of excitement and fear.
“Hey!” Danni greeted her.
“Hey…” Lynn said, a little out of it. “Can I close my tab?... and Sydney’s?”
Danni didn’t respond for a moment. Instead, a little smile grew across her face. She was obviously trying to fight it, but couldn’t help it. Lynn blushed and looked away. Danni got the two receipts and cards and brought them over. Lynn signed them in a rush, anxious to get out of there. She practically bolted at her first opportunity.
“Have fun!” Danni called after her, still smiling.
Outside, Lynn waited in an embarrassed huff. She resolved to call it off, to play it safe, to send this presumptuous younger girl packing, to… to…
“Whew, I’m a little nervous,” Sydney said, walking up suddenly. “Never done this before.”
All of Lynn’s anxiety vanished in a puff of surprise. “What, really? But you’re so… casual and forward and crazy…” The younger girl shrugged, gave a sheepish grin, and tongued her lip stud absently, an unconscious habit that Lynn had noticed a few times during the night’s proceedings. “So it’s true. You are a mere mortal after all.”
“Guilty, human as charged,” Sydney said, raising her hands. “But I wouldn’t say mere.”
Lynn laughed, and they began walking.
The warm night air flowed around them as they walked in tense silence. Lynn watched her companion out of the corner of her eye. The girl seemed to enjoy breaking through social norms and doing whatever she wanted… was this an experiment for her? Something she just wanted to try? Or… was she attracted to girls? She caught Sydney glancing at her out of the corner of her eye, and hastily looked away.
Lynn turned her thoughts toward her own motives. She was drunk, certainly, but why was she doing this? As she walked, she curled her toes a little bit, imagining a powerful orgasm rushing through her body. That kiss had been so warm… and she hadn’t kissed anyone in a long time… she made up her mind: this was purely to get off with another person. Yes, that sounded fine. Girls did that sometimes, right? Or, at least, that’s what the gossip had been back in college…
“Here we are,” she said suddenly, surprised. The entire walk had passed by in a seeming flash. Sydney bit her own lip, and followed her inside.
“Nice place.”
“Thanks, it’s small, but I like it.”
“Yep.”
They wandered into the bedroom and stood awkwardly at either side of the bed.
“So…”
“…so…”
“Want a beer?” Lynn asked.
“Yeah!” Sydney responded, practically jumping at the offer.
Lynn hit up the fridge and got a beer for herself while she was at it. Fighting shaky fingers, she opened them both, and handed one over.
“Not quite how I imagined this would go down,” Sydney said between gulps from her can.
“What did you expect?” Lynn asked, genuinely interested. They both sat on the end of the bed, drinking quickly out of nervousness.
“I don’t know… more like… the girl shows up and we just… hook up? I hadn’t really thought it through.”
“Wait!” Lynn said with a laugh. “So all that at the bar, the games, the meeting people, that was all you stalling?”
Sydney tongued her lip stud absently and shrugged. “Huh, sounds silly, but yeah. But I had a really good time.”
“Me too,” Lynn admitted. “A really good time.” To her surprise, Sydney blushed. Her pale skin looked rather alluring shaded in subtle red. Lynn counted her own heartbeat out to three, four… and then asked what was really on her mind. “So what do you want, exactly?”
Sydney looked up, her gaze intent. “I don’t know, not exactly. I’m just… interested. I mean, I’ve seen girls together in porn, but that crap is so fake.”
“Yeah, it really is,” Lynn responded, thinking back on the few times she’d seen videos, usually prompted by a boyfriend. She nodded… looked around… she was more than aware that they were both nervous and stalling… and didn’t she want to be in control, wasn’t that who she wanted to be?
Fighting a surge of nervous hell, she let out a heavy breath, took Sydney’s beer, and put both drinks on the floor. She turned back to find the girl watching her expectantly, her pale neck flushed a different shade of red than before… she leaned forward, and Sydney moved to meet her.
Her soft lips and firm tongue held the flavors of smoke and beer, which somehow only added to the experience. Lynn sucked gently on her smoky tongue, and she felt Sydney’s chest heave as a deep sigh flowed between them. The heated breath sent a shiver down her limbs, waking her senses in response to the warm body pressed against hers. Delicate hands squeezed her sides, pushing her back onto the bed. The younger girl climbed on top of her, and their kissing grew more intense.
Lynn reached her hands up and around hesitantly, finally settling them on the exposed skin just below the bottom of Sydney’s black tank-top. As they kissed, her hands slowly slid higher, exploring the smooth skin of the younger girl’s back. Her senses kept jumping from their deep kisses to the softness under her fingers, and she felt herself growing warm… she pressed her lower body up on impulse, and Sydney responded, grinding back against her. The younger girl’s leg found its way between hers, and they moved together in rising passion.
“You’re really turning me on…” Sydney whispered.
Lynn could only
look up at her and nod, breathless. She almost couldn’t believe it herself, but it was true: a tension was growing between her legs, and she found herself aching to continue. She was actually shaking a little bit, excited for the body she was about to explore… she pushed herself upright. Sydney wrapped her legs around her lower body in response, and they began kissing deeply, laughing every so often as they almost lost balance.
A few moments later, Sydney’s hands traveled down to tug at her shirt, and Lynn didn’t stop her. The girl’s heated skin seemed to have its own subtle scent, almost a perfume, and it filled her senses. It almost seemed natural to expose more of that skin, more of that scent, and get closer, more intimate… Lynn tugged at the black tank-top, and Sydney pulled it off over her head, leaving them both bare, save for their bras.
They grasped at each other, struggling to get as close as possible. Lynn slid her hands up and down the girl’s bare body, marveling. Sydney’s hands traveled up to cup her bra, as she’d done earlier, but without the shirt in the way this time…
“Wait,” Sydney breathed. “I’ve got a particular fantasy…”
“Oh yeah?” Lynn asked, her pulse racing. She was so heated, she’d agree to almost anything… even things she couldn’t bring herself to ask for. She told herself this was just about getting that orgasm, getting off with a warm body, but it was so hot, so taboo…
“I wanna,” Sydney said, catching her breath. “I wanna… with your bra on, and pants on still…”
“Yeah?”
Sydney moved off of her, laid her back against the pillows, and ran her hand down Lynn’s bare tummy. “I want to finger you, under your clothes.”
Electricity ran through her as the words were spoken aloud. Resting just above the line of her jeans, the girl’s fingers felt like little lightning rods. Lynn looked down, only now noticing Sydney’s fingernails were painted red. She almost laughed at herself, missing obvious details because she’d been so caught up, but she was too turned on to care… she nodded.
Sydney lay next to her and leaned over, her face hovering close. Their breath mingled, and her delicate fingers slid down under the jeans’ fabric. Lynn could only close her eyes and hold her breath as exploring fingers pulled at her panties, and then slid under them.
“You’re really warm,” Sydney whispered. “I’m not sure why I didn’t expect that…”
“Yeah,” Lynn breathed, too turned on for words. She let out a deep breath as two fingers slid down either side of her sex.
Sydney looked up and down her face, gauging her reaction, and then lightly kissed her. Lynn smiled. Her chest heaving with excitement, she grabbed the soft arm pressed against her tummy with both hands… and tugged down. Sydney took the hint.
Lynn felt the younger girl cup her fingers and begin massaging her mound. The pressure pushed warm heat through her body, answering her pent-up lust, and she curled her toes. The warm breath against her cheek, carrying nervous energy of its own, belied an unspoken intimacy. Lynn relaxed and watched Sydney’s close face - the younger girl’s eyes were locked on her own hand, entire focus engaged on her explorations.
“Like that,” Lynn whispered, and Sydney gave her a nervous momentary glance and a smile. Her eager fingers kept rubbing up and down her lips, and Lynn felt her body’s surging warmth turn into a sharper tingling heat. She began breathing deeper to manage the pleasurable sensation, alive with anticipation. She felt her whole body aching for release - this was exactly what she’d been craving. She wanted to orgasm so badly… she tensed her legs, and silently prayed the younger girl would keep going. She didn’t know exactly what Sydney wanted, or how things had gone so far, but she didn’t want it to stop.
Sydney slid her hand down a little, and began rubbing Lynn’s mound with her palm. Lynn’s eyes fluttered in response to the increased stimulation… Sydney bit her own lip, watching to make sure it was okay… and Lynn tugged her arm again, urging her on. The younger girl nodded, and slipped her middle finger down…
“Oh, god!” Lynn breathed.
“Is it alright?” Sydney asked.
Lynn nodded. “Yes, it’s just been awhile. It feels amazing. Don’t stop.”
Sydney nodded, and began fingering her in earnest. The slick penetration made Lynn’s body clench automatically, and she sighed happily. The pleasure building in her body hit a rhythm with Sydney’s hand, and Lynn knew she was, at long last, on the path to getting off. She didn’t care that it was from a girl’s hand - in fact, that only made it hotter somehow.
Two delicate fingers found her G spot, and, combined with the pressure of the girl’s palm against her clit, her pleasure ramped up to an incredible pressure that seemed to push on her insides. She closed her eyes and held her breath, forcing the pressure down, letting it build.
The rest of the world fell away. She seemed to be nothing but awareness and pleasure. Her body took over, thrusting against Sydney’s amazing hand in rhythm. In her mental darkness, she sat on the massive upwelling pleasure, building it to what she knew would be an incredible orgasm. Her extremely stark private thoughts only enhanced it - she wondered, alone in her own head without any pretenses, what would happen next.
How far was she prepared to go with Sydney? She could admit to herself, here in private, that she was definitely attracted to something about the girl. She could, distantly, smell her own arousal, and she wondered what Sydney would smell like… what her soft body would feel like… a primal urge seemed to fill her awareness. She wanted to grasp all of Sydney’s soft pale heat, wanted to kiss all over her… it was a strange kind of hunger.
Yes, that was it - a hunger. More than anything, she wanted Sydney in her mouth - she wanted to kiss, lick, and suck on those warm lips, that firm tongue, her soft breasts… her resistance waned as her mind strayed deeper into her fantasy. She couldn’t hold back anymore. As she thought about kissing down toned thighs and using her mouth on Sydney’s most private areas, foreign and familiar at the same time, wet with lust, so wrong and taboo, and yet so erotic… massive pleasure erupted through every muscle in her body.
She arched up, flooded with bliss. She screamed once to keep from being overwhelmed, and then a second time, and she felt Sydney press her bare body close without stopping her quickly rubbing and thrusting hand. Insides clenching, she lost control of her limbs, her mind going blank save for one thought - I’m having sex with a girl… I want to eat out a girl…
She collapsed into the sheets suddenly, her insides still responding to the intense experience with little aftershocks. She gripped Sydney’s arm tightly, too sensitive to be touched for the moment. Little waves of pleasure still echoed through her body.
She sat up in shock, a million emotions racing through her mind.
“Good?” Sydney asked with a smile.
“Amazing,” Lynn breathed, at a loss for words. “I can’t believe…” Completely off-balance, she felt that hunger surging out the darkness of her mind, filling her chest. It seized her hands, and she suddenly grabbed Sydney, throwing her down on the bed.
“Oh -”
Lynn tugged at the girl’s skirt, her hands shaking with lust. A strange heat filled her… she couldn’t wait to… do everything to this delicate feminine body…
“Wait,” Sydney resisted. “No…”
“No?” Lynn asked, freezing in surprise.
“I like doing things to other people,” Sydney said quietly, tonguing her lip stud sheepishly. “But I don’t like having things done to me, generally…”
Lynn felt her heart sink, and her thoughts raced to rationalize away the insane lust that had taken her over. “Wait, so… what?”
“I’m some kind of sub or something,” Sydney explained, her expression apologetic. “I didn’t think you’d want to do anything to me, since you’re straight…”
Lynn gulped, and she felt the slight sheen of sweat on her forehead deepen as she burned bright red. “So what… you message straight women online and try to… seduce them into using you?�
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“Well… yeah. Most get off and then make up some excuse not to reciprocate…”
Lynn breathed for a few moments, trying to slow her racing pulse. She felt strangely exposed and pathetic… that had been exactly the attitude she’d gone to the bar with… the intent to use a warm body to get off. She returned Sydney’s embarrassed gaze for what seemed like an eternity. What did the girl think of her now? What the hell was that sudden lust that had come over her? A lust that, apparently, most girls didn’t share…?
Lynn summoned all her courage. “So I can’t do things to you…?” she began, but Sydney cut her off.
“God that’s hot,” the younger girl breathed, her eyes wide. “You want to lick pussy?”
Lynn stammered, her face reaching yet another level of bright red. “I don’t know, I just thought we were both… just going to see where we ended up…” She trailed off, feeling quite the opposite of intimate and trusting. “How many girls have you done this with? I thought you said it was your first time?”
Sydney grimaced, and then stood. She used her hands to gently guide Lynn to the edge of the bed while she spoke. “Well, I message straight girls online a lot. It’s not like every girl just jumps at the opportunity.”
She confidently, slowly, and soothingly unbuttoned Lynn’s jeans. Lynn just watched in anger and anticipation, stuck in an enormous moment of indecision. “But saying it’s my first time, being nervous… makes it easier for them to do what they want… to use me and jet.”
She slid Lynn’s jeans down slowly, keeping eye contact, as if the older girl might spook at any moment. “But the rest is never a lie. I do think you’re hot as hell. I have to find the person attractive.”
Lynn felt her anger weaken. That was what she’d really been wondering, if it had all been an illusion… and she thought back that moment, that Sydney had claimed to be nervous and new, and she realized the line had been perfectly timed. She had been needlessly scared and ready to run.
Still keeping their gazes locked, Sydney leaned down to slide the jeans off of the older girl’s feet. She moved back up slowly, still speaking softly. “And, to be honest, it’s really the ultimate compliment that you want to reciprocate. Curls my toes, it does. But that’s not what gets me off.” Her fingers reached Lynn’s panties and paused.
