Tingle tingle tingle.
I take another huge swig.
I put the glass down and look directly at her. Her face is only about two inches from mine now. I smell coconut on her breath.
"So what's a suggestion of Delphina's you wish you had ignored?" I say.
"Here's one," she says.
She moves forward and kisses me. A soft firm gentle touching of our lips. I close my eyes, sensing the thickness of them, experiencing them fully.
We hold for a moment, then each lean back. Our eyes open and we stare at each other, maintaining our gaze for what feels like a year or so.
Then she gingerly takes both her hands and touches my face. She leans forward again, and we repeat the incredibly amazing kiss.
This time I stick my tongue out and lick her lips. I poke it in her mouth and touch those perfect white teeth for just a split second.
We pull back and stare into each other's eyes again for another long moment.
Then we both burst forward simultaneously. She swirls her tongue into my mouth. My drink spills over the table.
"Ooops," I say, pulling back.
"Forget it," she says, her breathing out of control.
She rights the glass. Then she moves forward, leaping on me with her legs spread and crotch pressed into me.
Boom!
Pussy activated. Horny Annika is in da house!
We kiss again, more passionately this time.
Oh God yes!
I feel my hands traveling all over her back.
I don't believe this. I can't believe I'm doing this. On top of me. Isabella. My best friend.
A girl! I'm kissing a girl! Holy shit!
And not just a girl, but the most gorgeous girl in the world. I'm so lucky.
Or am I?
She's my best friend.
Is this right? Should I stop?
Oh shut up and enjoy it, Annika! You think too much.
But I pull back.
"Iz!" I say, grabbing her arms and holding her away from me a little. "Are we going to be okay with this?"
"Shut the fuck up!" she says and dives into me again.
Okay, fine.
I let go.
Oh God, it's so good to taste Isabella's tongue, to feel her stud dancing around my teeth!
I was with her at the mall the day she got it. God, that's so long ago now.
Several hundred more flashbacks hit me as we kiss. Classes at school. Working on projects together. Nights out. Parties. Concerts. Our first solo trip to South Beach at night.
And how secretly... deep down in a hidden part of me... I always wanted to kiss her. To feel this tongue in my mouth. To mingle these lips with mine. To feel this body, these breasts pressing into me. To touch this ass, these legs that my hands find... and feel, and touch.
And Isabella... she must have felt the same way. She knew early on she was attracted to both boys and girls. She must have thought about being with me, at least once.
Oh God, I just remembered when I told her about my night with Lexi while Isabella was away in Boston. Lexi and I had been drunk on tequila and couldn't find any hot guys. Just drunken creeps.
Then somehow my mouth was between Lexi's outstretched legs and I was eating her into orgasm.
I don't remember kissing Lexi. I was too drunk. Pieces of that memory are still stuck in Blackout-land.
But Isabella's reaction when I told her was a little standoffish. Like I had done something wrong. At the time, I felt like I really had done something wrong. Something vile. Something abhorrent and sinful for which God will punish me.
But now I get it.
Isabella wasn't down on me because I did something wrong. She was down on me because she wasn't down on me. And I licked another girl, not her.
Shit.
Our bodies meld together. Isabella's ass in those white shorts is so round, so firm, so delightful.
She stops kissing me and we look into each others' eyes again. God, this feels so good. So right.
We kiss some more. Softly. Gently.
Oh God, how I love this girl!
The more we kiss, the more I know how right this is. How can I not enjoy the pleasure of sex with the person with whom I share everything?
My hands move up to her tummy and slide down to her crotch. She's grinding on me now.
So weird to know exactly what's going on inside her. When I'm having sex with a guy, I have no idea what it feels like to have a penis, what kind of sensations he's feeling.
But I know precisely how Isabella's body is responding. The stream below. The tingle in the clit. The rising tide of electrical impulses as the little nub hardens and pokes out of its hood.
Isabella leans back, grabbing my hand and pulling me up. She drags me inside to her big wide low couch.
She pushes me down on my back and climbs on top of me. She removes her top, her magnificent breasts flopping down on me.
Then she reaches her hands down to my midriff. Involuntarily, I arch my back upward. She removes my T-shirt. Then my bra.
Then she leans forward and just hovers herself right there over me, looking directly into my eyes. Smiling.
I'm smiling too. I never knew how much I wanted this.
Life is good. So good.
She dips herself down a little, her nipples dancing around mine. Mine are half the size of hers.
But she seems to like them because she moves her face down and licks one. Tendrils of energy diffuse from my pussy through my lymphatic system, sending giant waves of delight outward in swirls then back again where they are reenergized. Then the cycle repeats.
Isabella stays at my breasts, licking all around. Caressing. She lets her teeth roll over my right nipple.
I shudder.
Then she's up at my neck, her sweet coconut breath hot at my shoulder bone and in the crevices that lead up to my ear.
I feel hot wet moisture as she licks and kisses my neck. At the same time my hands travel all over her back, her sides, her shoulders, her arms, and her ass.
I get daring every once in a while, rubbing my hand firmly down between her legs. When I do this, she responds by grinding on me.
Next time I'm going to get my hands in there. Got it all planned.
She's in my ear now, the sound of her tongue like a popping blistering bubble. I'm soooooo fucking horny now. My pussy is screaming to be set free from the confines of my panties.
I wonder how Isabella's pussy is. I can't wait to lap it up, to find out what sensations those juices produce as they swirl around my mouth and over my taste buds.
She's back at my mouth, kissing me with passion and a gentle caring.
Enough of that.
I push myself up, throwing her off me onto the carpet on her back. I let myself fall off the couch and onto her.
My forearms cradle her head. She smiles up at me with a look I've seen her give guys and other girls.
But now it's all mine.
I lean down and kiss her strongly, my tongue pressing into her and dancing with hers.
"Ow!" I say as a piece of the bottom of my tongue gets clipped between her tongue stud and one of her teeth.
"Sorry," she says.
"It's all good," I say.
And it is all good. I love the smell of her, the feel of her, the taste of her. She is living female perfection and I am blessed to be able to enjoy this creation of God in all of her rapturous beauty.
I move down to her breasts, kissing and licking them as I go.
But I'm obsessed with her pussy. I saw it glistening in the oak-paneled, air conditioned room when she was all naked and painted at Damien's party. I wanted it then. I claim it now.
Like a furious animal, I undo her shorts. God, these are tight. I struggle to get them off.
Nothing on underneath.
Oh how glorious!
There it is. My best friend's delightful delectable mound. Oh, how I've longed to touch you. To tease you. To taste you.
I get mysel
f into a position where I'm hovering right above her happy wet slit.
I kiss it softly, just like when starting with her other lips earlier.
Her wetness is everywhere. I stick my tongue out, tasting her bitter but delicious love juice on my lips.
I love it.
I do. It's beautiful.
I just want to admire it. To stare at it. To marvel in it.
I love pussy.
There. I said it.
I'm straight. I love sucking cock.
But I love pussy too.
How can you not? It's one of the most gorgeous sights on earth.
And this one in particular is a work of art.
It's amazing as it sits there, the squiggly lines of her inner lips glistening and glowing. The bitter aroma of hot cunt juice wafting all around, filling my nostrils with delightful pheromones. The cutest little nub of a pierced hood sitting atop the gorgeous drenched hill of thick outer lips. Shaved pubes on the sides. A patch of black curls carved exquisitely up top.
That's where I want to start.
I move my tongue up to the patch, tonguing and biting those charming little hairs. One ends up in my mouth. I pull it out, laughing. Hope I can find it later. I want to save it. Paste it in a scrapbook maybe.
I look up at my best friend's face, looking down at me and smiling.
She giggles. I giggle.
I stick my tongue out, making one big slurp all the way from the bottom of her slit right up to the head, where I pause and press for a split second before I lift up my tongue.
She makes a guttural noise and her head goes back.
I lick again. A succulent new torrent of girl juice meets my tongue. Almost enough to splash.
God, she tastes so good!
I've never understood why so many squeamish dud guys I've known dislike this taste.
I swear I could drink it from a bottle.
I love the warm wet heat as it wraps around my face. I love the way when I stop and look up at her face, I can still taste and smell it all over my lips and face.
I dive back in again.
Furiously this time.
I lap Isabella's pussy like my life depends on it.
Because I want to.
Because I love it.
Because I love her.
She begins to buck. I know her. She orgasms quickly. I bet she's about to blow.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnth!" she says as her body shakes.
There it is.
God, she bucks at my face so hard it's like her pussy is trying to beat me up. I have to lean back a little so she doesn't break my nose.
Did it take Damien Cage to allow me to feel this? God, maybe he really does teach freedom.
She leans above me, her legs splayed. I touch her sides. A thrill travels through me.
God, I love this girl. She's the best friend I've ever had. Can I possibly have sex with her and go back to normal?
But if I never have sex with her, I will have missed out on enjoying sex with someone I truly love.
I lick harder. God, this girl is awesome. I love everything about her. I want to become one with her.
It feels right to enjoy this. I love Damien. I know I do. Not sure how or why. And like he said, I know we're going to fuck. I just know.
But I also love Isabella. She has been my compatriot. My partner-in-crime. My confidant above all.
I am fluid. I am genderless. I am joy.
Isabella pulls me up to her face and kisses me. Her pussy juice mixes with our saliva.
Then she's on top of me, nibbling on my stomach. Soon her thick lips and glorious studded tongue dive downward and into my pussy.
She eats me with an expertise I cannot match. She knows how to bring me to the edge, keep me there, then bring it down a notch and build it up again without coming. Then again. And again.
Amazing.
I look down between my outstretched legs to see one of the most gorgeous sights I have ever seen. Isabella's curly locks dance all around my legs as her mouth sucks on my pussy. Her eyes look directly into mine.
That's it.
I come.
Once my orgasmic spasms calm down, Isabella softly moves back up across my belly, licking as she goes.
She ends up back at my mouth where we kiss for a while, still breathing each other in. All our tastes and smells are nicely comingled now.
Eventually we are on our sides on the big couch. Staring into each other's eyes. Lightly stroking each other.
Chapter 16
"Wow," I say.
"No shit, huh?" Isabella says. "We should have done that years ago."
"Wow. That was amazing."
"Yeah it was!"
"I was... I am... a little fucked up. I couldn't before. I always wanted to."
"So did I. And we're all a little fucked up, babe."
"Not as fucked up as my mother. She thinks only men enjoy sex. Women just put up with it, supposedly."
Isabella looks around.
"Funny," she says, "I don't see no man around here."
I laugh and we kiss.
I grab her hand and hold it tight.
"Iz," I say, "I hope this doesn't change anything between us. It was natural and so right for us to do, but you know I'm straight."
"To quote myself," she says, "shut the fuck up, Annika. You think I expect you never to fuck anyone else because we had sex? You think I don't know that Damien Cage is going to rattle your ass with his snake?"
My pussy comes to life again with the very thought.
"I'm not Jared," she says. "I don't get sex and love all mixed up. And I'm pretty sure I think you know who I'm after."
"Jasmine," I say.
"Mmm-hmmm. But in the meantime, you and I are at the beginning of a new phase in our friendship. We're not going to let it get weird. We mean too much to each other. We had to do this."
"I know. You're so right. This is great. I've let go of something tonight, thanks to you."
"I love you, girl."
"I love you too."
She leans forward and kisses me again.
Ding! I'm back.
Isabella puts her arms under me and rolls me onto my stomach. She straddles her long legs over my back and puts her face right next to mine.
We kiss with our faces side-by-side as her hands massage my shoulders all the way down to my hands. We clasp fingers when she gets there, then her hands travel up the back of my arms up to my shoulders again.
God, so good.
She dives her hot breathy mouth into the side of my neck. She lingers there for a while, lots of hot moist licking driving me insane.
Then her face is at the middle of my back. She stays there for a while, licking the spot right between my shoulder blades.
Her hands are now massaging the sides of my thighs all along the outside of my buttocks.
Buttocks.
Oh shit, I know where she's going! No, I'm not ready for this!
My eyes open as I feel her breath at the top of my ass crack.
"Stop," I say.
"Why?" she says as she plants her tongue firmly into the bony part right above my asshole.
"No, Iz," I say, as I flip to my side. "I'm not ready for that yet. I didn't clean myself out or anything. I didn't plan on this tonight. I'm nervous."
She rests her chin on my hip, smiling at me.
"Hmm," she says. "Okay, but we're going to do that. In the meantime I, on the other hand, am all cleaned out."
Uh-oh. Is she implying...?
Her smile gets bigger.
Yes she is.
Tingle.
"I need a tongue up my butt tonight," she says, "and I choose yours."
"I've never done that before," I say.
"I know. That's why you're doing it tonight with me."
Isabella climbs up catlike onto the couch. She faces away from me and gets on all fours, her amazing ass right up in my face.
Oh, God!
I have to admit, it's perfect.
> Big round perky cheeks that dance and bounce delightfully. A perfectly symmetrical little rosebud with all kinds of cute little puckery ridges. The amazing slit under it with its rosy lips, all wet again.
A true work of art.
I can't help myself.
I grab both cheeks and rub them around.
She moans.
I'm on fire again. A steady stream is barreling forth in my crotch.
I kiss her left cheek. As I do, I notice her asshole open and close, a little ridge of muscle protruding all around the dark little hole.
Wow, I never thought an asshole could turn me on. This is where she shits, after all. What is so sexy about this?
Can't answer the question. It just is. Maybe because it's such a dirty place is why it's so erotic. Maybe because we're not supposed to touch it, to lick it, to caress it.
I kiss all around it nervously. I'm a little afraid. What if she farts and it smells really bad? What if there's something nasty in there? That would make me throw up.
But I move my mouth ever closer anyway. I can't help myself. I want to taste it. I want my tongue up an ass.
I lick all around the edges. Isabella adjusts herself so her legs are wider. She even reaches back, pulling her ass cheeks apart so I have a better angle of approach. As she does so, her hole opens up wider for a split second.
Yikes, what am I doing? Am I really going to do this? Do I really want to do this?
Yes!
My tongue touches her anus, right smack in the center.
She groans. Her asshole clenches and expands. Clenches and expands.
Oh God, it's beautiful.
I'm fully wet again now. Gushing, in fact.
I move to the top of her hole, pressing my tongue into the little ridges up there. There are like a million of them, each one leading down into the dark abyss.
Oooh, this is dirty. Just knowing where I am and what happens with this hole every day of her life makes it that much more exciting.
But right now, it's clean.
And even tasty.
My tongue dances all around the ridges. To the left. Down. To the right. Back up top again.
It's winking madly at me now, like it's trying to suck me in.
"Mmmm," Isabella says. "Get your tongue in there!"
That's all I need.
I press the tip of my tongue directly on the black hole in the center. I feel everything part nicely as it goes inside.
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