Blue grasped her shoulders and spun her around to face her. With a lift of an eyebrow and a tilt of her head, Blue seemed to be waiting for an answer.
“I-I don’t know what I felt.” Amber was barely able to mouth the words, unable to summon enough air to make a sound.
A smirk tilted Blue’s lips. “Really. You sure about that?” She never broke eye contact as she reached up and slowly circled the outline of a nipple with her fingertip over Amber’s shirt. Amber’s lips parted and her breathing grew ragged as a sharp jolt of sensations rippled along her skin. Without warning, Blue flicked the nipple with a long fingernail, hard enough to make Amber gasp. More slow circles, then, “Oh, now, don’t lie. You lie to me? I’ll take you over my knee. You know exactly what you were feeling tonight when you saw another woman flirting with me. You knew she wanted me and you didn’t like it. You wanted to make sure she never found out what my pussy tastes like…because deep down inside, you know you want it for yourself. Do I have that about right?”
Amber just gulped, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed. Blue decided then that her original plan for a slow and gentle seduction wasn’t going to get them where they needed to be. The situation called for a little clarity.
“I was flattered when you got angry at Clover.” Blue’s teasing fingertip was replaced by a hand roughly kneading Amber’s breast. “It turned me the fuck on, that’s what it did.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah, oh.” Blue slid her hand around to Amber’s back. She pulled her closer and dipped her head, sucking on the pebbled nub through the fabric of Amber’s shirt. She tugged it hard between her teeth, and Amber’s back arched in need. “You have a beautiful body,” Blue whispered as she suckled. She slipped one hand around to knead a curvy ass cheek and slid her other hand down the front of Amber’s boy shorts. The wandering hand slid over Amber’s mound until her middle finger was nestled between two drenched pussy lips.
“Fuck,” Blue groaned as she straightened and looked down into Amber’s heavy-lidded eyes. “You’re wet for me.” She slid the length of her finger up and down over Amber’s clit, over and over. The steady friction had Amber panting frantically as she fought for control.
Blue purred her next words against Amber’s lips. “Let me taste you, baby. Let me eat you all up and make you come…just like you begged me to.”
“I thought that was just a dream!”
Blue just shook her head with a smug grin and hooked her thumbs under the sides of Amber’s boy shorts. “These boy shorts are going to be the death of me, you know that?” She slipped the scrap of fabric down Amber’s legs and got her first look at the prize at hand.
A soft, trimmed thatch of strawberry blonde hair hinted at a mound that was plush and pink with pussy lips that glistened with the first signs of arousal. As Blue nuzzled the soft curls and inhaled her scent, she silently vowed to make that pussy come against her mouth before the sun came up.
“You don’t wax…” she whispered as she stroked the soft tendrils of hair. “I would have expected Huggy to insist on it.”
“Um, he tried to, but I wouldn’t. I just…I didn’t want johns, you know, really rubbing up against me. I wanted a barrier, I guess. Something between me and them. Silly, I know.”
“No. It’s not silly,” Blue said softly, riveted by the sight of Amber’s strawberry blonde pubic hair. “It’s lovely.” She was fascinated by how the scent of Amber’s arousal clung to the soft tufts, acting as a beacon drawing Blue closer.
She didn’t like thinking about all the men who had paid to fuck Amber; didn’t like it one bit. Pimps like Huggy Bear gave customers free rein with their women; very little was off limits. Blue knew enough to be able to picture in great detail what Amber’s johns had surely done to her and what she had been expected to do to them. The images tormented her.
Blue took Amber’s hand and led her over to the bed. She tugged Amber’s top over her head and practically made a meal out of removing her bra. It took a while, not because of the bra but because of the perfectly formed tits and dusky pink nipples that demanded Blue’s undivided attention.
When Amber was finally naked and lying on her back, Blue undressed and crawled up the bed toward her. She positioned her shoulders between Amber’s thighs and looked her fill. She pressed a kiss above Amber’s pubic bone, then spread the petals of her sex to reveal the glistening pink flesh within. “Oh, baby. This pussy…I’ve gotta have a taste of all this pretty, pretty pink.”
Responding to a primitive urge she barely understood, Blue shoved her face between Amber’s legs, her mouth open wide as she aggressively tongued the waiting flesh. The soft hair brushing against her nose was a novel sensation and she found that she liked it a lot. Perhaps they’d keep it. Amber’s breathing became ragged, her raspy cries sounding almost panicked at the onslaught of sensations she was experiencing from a woman’s tongue.
“Sshhh…” Blue whispered soothingly and forced herself to take it slow. She slid the tip of her tongue over Amber’s swollen flesh, pausing for a few delicious swirls around her clit. Amber whimpered, sounding more than a little distressed as if something unknown had been unleashed in her – and maybe it had. Blue laughed softly with a mocking edge to her voice as she treated herself to a long, leisurely swipe at Amber’s pussy with the broad, flat surface of her tongue. “Such a dirty, bad girl. I suspected as much.”
Blue buried her face between Amber’s legs, reaching up to fondle a breast as she lapped happily at her new toy. Two fingers buried deep in Amber’s core, vigorously stroking her sweet spot, was all it took to have Amber’s clit swelling as it throbbed against Blue’s mouth when Amber climaxed.
“Touch yourself,” Amber begged in a sweet girlish voice, nearly incoherent as she gasped for air a few earth-shattering moments later. “Want to watch you come, baby.” Blue eagerly slid her hand between her legs and worked her own clit as she greedily drank in Amber’s creamy release. As the orgasm slammed into her, Blue rocked her hips against her hand and groaned in pleasured agony.
When her world had righted itself, Blue was resting her cheek on Amber’s thigh as she caught her breath. She stirred, sliding up Amber’s body to kiss her. The contact was tentative at first, just lips brushing softly against each other, tongues teasing and withdrawing. “Touch me,” Blue whispered against her lover’s lips.
“I know I’m not exactly innocent, but I’ve never been with a woman and--”
“Shhh, anything you do will feel good. I’m all yours.”
Amber’s fingertips shyly traced the curve of Blue’s back, dipping into the dimples at the base of her spine before cupping her ass. Blue tilted her hips to lift her ass higher and make her desires clear. “More,” Blue demanded and waited, not moving. Amber bit her lip, then firmed her grip and began to knead Blue’s firm flesh. Her confidence grew when she saw and heard the pleasure her touch gave Blue. In her enthusiasm, she grazed Blue’s puckered rear entrance with a fingertip. “Oh! I’m sor--”
“Fucking touch me there, wherever you want. Just don’t stop,” Blue whispered, shifting her weight to rise up onto her knees and straddle Amber’s hips. Sitting upright, she arched her back and pushed her hips back against Amber’s gently probing finger. As Amber softly stroked her asshole, Blue thought she would lose her mind from the pleasure of it. She rocked her hips restlessly, finding it increasingly difficult to be patient. She placed Amber’s free hand on her breast, then reached down to return the favor. “See? When we’re like this, we can touch each other any way we want. I can touch you and you can touch me.”
Knowing they both needed more, Blue placed a knee between Amber’s thighs, moving the knee to the side to spread Amber’s legs. She tucked her pussy in tight against Amber’s and began to roll her hips, rubbing their drenched pussies against each other. Amber gasped and looked down at the intimate contact, then began to move, meeting Blue’s hips thrust for thrust. Their pussy cream mingled as they slid against each other, forming a slick seal that brought their clits e
ven closer together. The delicious friction of their pussies moving together so effortlessly had Blue struggling to hold off her own climax, but she was determined to keep her wits about her. How else could she introduce Amber to the unique brand of pleasure only two women could experience together?
Amber’s eyes were squeezed shut and a frown tugged at her brows as she began to pant. Her head thrashed from side to side, then her voice shifted into the frantic, high-pitched, girlish dirty talk that Blue had been hoping for.
“Yeah…yeah…rub my little pussy, baby,” Amber whimpered breathlessly, her breath catching. “Ooooh, like that. Makin’ me fuckin’ come.” Her eyes flew open and she turned her head toward Blue, unable to take her eyes off her as the telltale ripples of pleasure began to quiver deep inside her core. “I love having your pussy on me, Blue. Feels so good, want it all over me...You’re gonna make me do it…unh…work my pussy so hard…fuck, Blue, make it come...”
“You’ll come when I tell you to come. This little pussy’s mine,” Blue hissed as she thrust against her lover like a jackhammer, wanting to give it to her good so she’d never stop craving it, never stop needing it. Her own clit was swollen and throbbing as it pounded against Amber’s velvety, slick flesh. The sensations were beyond intoxicating: the pressure on her clit on the downward push, the hard tug of suction on the upward arc before her hips swung down again.
Amber could no longer think straight. She couldn’t control the incoherent, breathy pleas that poured from her lips as she thrashed wildly. Her eyes were locked on Blue’s face, taking in her flared nostrils and flushed cheeks, and the fine sheen of sweat on her brow that likely matched her own. “Please let me come, baby,” she whimpered, the words uttered in fits and starts as her body jerked with the rhythm of her hips. “I want to fuckin’ come all over you…our pussies are kissin’ so hard…unh, make your baby fuckin’ come…”
“Oh, I will. I’m going to do things to you that no one’s ever done before, and you’re going to touch me, too. I’m going to make you come so hard, but first you’re going to use those sweet lips to tell me all the dirty things you’re going to do to me.”
Amber’s eyes widened in alarm. Her agitation grew, her cheeks heating at the prospect of putting her secret desires into words. Sounding like she was fighting angry tears, she spoke haltingly. “I want…I want to…”
“No,” Blue said sternly. Amber had to own what was between them. “This is happening, Amber. Us. This isn’t a fantasy anymore. Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”
Amber grabbed onto Blue’s thighs and tugged as she thrust harder. Sounding like a spoiled little girl demanding cake for breakfast, Amber began to huff, “Gonna kiss every inch of you and…and…eat your pussy all up and…lick your little asshole…gonna fuck you with my fingers and…oh, God, Blue…I love you...”
Those three words and the erotic images that flashed through Blue’s mind were all it took to trigger the orgasm that had been simmering just beneath the surface. “Together,” Blue bit out, and Amber nodded frantically. Blue ground their clits together with renewed fervor, determined to get them both the climax they so desperately needed.
Amber’s neck and chest began to flush with heat. Her filthy baby talk stopped making sense as she struggled to utter more than random, breathless commands that Blue was only too happy to file away for future reference. She reached down to pinch Amber’s nipple and used her free hand to work one of her own. Then she leaned her head back and let the pleasure/pain lead them both to their bliss.
As the last waves of pleasure receded, Blue draped her body over Amber and kissed her deeply. “Oh, baby, if you think you came hard then…wait until I fuck you with my ten-inch strap-on.” When Amber’s soft curves stiffened in surprise, Blue gripped her jaw and turned her face toward her. “Now that I’ve had this pussy, it’s mine. You’re mine. You can forget fucking anyone else. There will be no more johns for you. No one else touches you; no men, no women. Only me.”
Amber nodded and smiled sweetly. She knew Blue’s words were true. Blue’s acceptance of her was pure, unlike the cold brand of lust she had experienced with men over the years or the contempt she’d known from her own family. If this feeling of serenity and acceptance – and bone-melting satisfaction -- came from living a life of sin, then so be it because it was the first time in her life she had ever felt like she was enough. Blue didn’t need to say the words for Amber to hear them loud and clear; her actions said it all.
They wrapped their arms around each other and basked in the peace that flowed over and around them like a warm summer breeze. Amber drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that she would never again have to endure the touch of a stranger. She marveled that she had fallen for a woman -- and yet, somehow Blue’s being a woman had nothing and everything to do with her feelings, all at the same time.
Blue arched her back, stretching deliciously sore muscles. She slid her tongue over her lips, savoring the remnants of Amber’s flavor and the memory of how she had felt under her tongue. She’d never get enough of her. As she listened to Amber’s slow, rhythmic breathing, she let her mind go to the dark places she’d spent so many years avoiding. She knew those dark places couldn’t hurt her now...
“Mami,” Blue said matter-of-factly, addressing her mother in her native tongue. “I don’t like boys. Any boys. I only dream of girls.”
“Mi cielito,” her mother replied softly with the endearment she reserved for her beloved daughter. “You will learn soon enough that the heart wants what it wants. Have you ever wondered if perhaps you’re gay?”
“Mami, that’s silly. Of course, I’m gay. I’m always happy.”
Her mother chuckled as she looked down where her little girl lay with her head in her lap on the sofa. She stroked Blue’s hair as she continued to explain what she meant. “‘Gay’ is the word they use for boys who fall in love with boys or girls who fall in love with girls. It doesn’t matter to me if you like girls or boys, but, Blue, I need to be honest with you; there are people in this world who would not like it if they knew you felt this way. I want you to be proud of who you are and to find a great love one day, but I think for now it would be better if we just kept this between us. I’m only trying to protect you from the hatred and bigotry in the world.”
“What’s bigotry?”
“Bigotry is the worst kind of hate. Bigotry is hatred for anyone who seems different. I believe that someday things will be better, but for now things between men and women are expected to be a certain way. As women, our lives are dictated by the machismo that is a source of such pride among the men in our culture. If you are truly drawn to women, I’m afraid you will have a fight on your hands at some point in your life. When that happens, mi amor, I’ll be by your side for every last round of it.”
Blue smiled as she remembered the unwavering support her mother had given her. When her father left, her mother had not hesitated to do what she had to do to survive and provide for Blue. While Blue slept in her bed every night, her mother made money by selling her body, sometimes to strangers, sometimes to local men or even neighbors. She became known as the town whore. The experience changed her mother forever, but Blue couldn’t recall a single time her mother ever judged anyone else.
If Blue wasn’t already confident that she had been born gay, she might have wondered if her contempt for men was in response to her memories of the muffled grunts and groans that came from her mother’s bedroom every night. Even worse, though, were the endless leers from the men and the looks of loathing and contempt they endured from the women of their town as they went about their lives each day.
Blue pressed a kiss to her sleeping lover’s forehead. “I love you, too. From the moment I first saw you and heard your soul calling out to me for help, I’ve loved you.”
Amber smiled and nuzzled Blue’s neck. “I thought you were supposed to have a heart of stone.”
“And I thought you were asleep.”
“I was drifting off
but then I heard you say all those sweet things. I told you there was more to me than you thought. I’m going to be the best partner in crime you’ve ever had.”
“Good girl.”
“I like being your good girl.”
“Do you, now.”
“Mm-hmm…”
Blue leaned down and kissed Amber’s bellybutton, then began kissing her way up her torso, touching and caressing every curve along the way. She feasted on Amber’s breasts with her lips, tongue, and teeth until Amber’s own tentative caresses became frantic and needy. Smiling triumphantly against Amber’s skin, Blue kissed her neck and slid her lips over her jaw and along the shell of her ear. Then she raised herself up and grabbed onto the headboard with both hands until she was straddling Amber’s head and shoulders. She spread her knees wider to bring herself down closer to her target, then tilted her hips until her smooth pussy brushed against Amber’s parted lips.
“Hungry, baby?”
“Y-yes,” Amber whispered, looking with awe at the glistening, ripe pussy only a breath away from her mouth.
“And you want to be my good girl. You want to please me, don’t you.”
Amber swallowed and nodded as she licked her lips.
“You’d do anything to be my good girl, wouldn’t you?” Without waiting for an answer, Blue lowered her pussy onto Amber’s waiting mouth.
Blue gasped as she experienced the most sublime pleasure of her life. As she white-knuckled the headboard, she arched her back and ground her pussy against Amber’s busy tongue. “Then show me. Fucking show me what a good girl you are.”
Chapter Twenty Eight
Stan sat in his ratty recliner and took a pull off his third beer. It was his day off, so he was blowing off some well-deserved steam. It wasn’t even noon yet, but he’d have plenty of time to slow down before customers started arriving that night.
He smirked as he lifted his beer high. “A toast to Kat,” he slurred. “Bes’ pussy in town. Or so I hear.” He laughed like a hyena at his wit and his obvious business acumen. Things were going well but he was itching to start the next phase of his master plan.
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