Climax: Volume 2

by Ella Ford

  On the screen, far, far away, Goose screamed out, “Yeehaw, Jester’s dead!” and I smiled with an unparalleled contentedness.

  The movie ended, and we allowed the scattered couples to file out of the cinema before we moved. It seemed like a sad surrender to give up our warm embrace, and we both seemed content to lie there for as long as possible. But eventually we gave in to inevitability and started to untangle ourselves from each other.

  “Listen, Belle, I…” I said, gazing at her pretty face.

  “It’s okay Laura, you don’t need to say anything,” she replied, her face falling as though she sensed a coming rejection or brush off.

  I smiled and touched my hand to her cheek, then leaned forwards and kissed her tenderly. “I was going to say - do you want to come back to my place? We can have a coffee and… talk?” I said, barely able to believe what I was doing, but not yet willing to end the perfect evening.

  Her face perked up and she became animated again. “I’d like that Laura,” she said.

  We stood and straightened our clothes, then made our way out of the empty theater and into the dark of night. Main Street was deserted now, the sleepy town closed down for the Sunday evening. As we wandered up the sidewalk towards my apartment, our hands brushed together and I took hold of her fingers, compelled with a bold spirit that was out of character for me. We looked at each other and giggled like schoolgirls, a palpable tension rising between us. At that moment, the several hundred yards back to my home felt like a million miles and I wanted nothing more than to push her into the nearest doorway and rip her clothes off.

  Suddenly Belle stopped and froze in midstep, gripping my fingers with a sudden force that surprised me and made me gasp. I wondered what was wrong and looked at the pretty blonde. Her face was frozen in an expression of shock and fear, staring straight ahead at the sidewalk before us. I turned to follow her eyes and found myself looking at another woman. She was leaning against a streetlamp on the sidewalk ahead of us. I hadn’t noticed her before, my thoughts still awash with the intensity of the last few hours.

  “What’s wrong Belle?” I asked her, a feeling of uncertainty and nervousness creeping into my voice. Belle remained perfectly still and perfectly quiet.

  The woman stood up straight and started to walk towards us. She was tall and slender, with rich auburn hair that was short and efficiently cut. Her pretty face was heavy with makeup, dark smoky eyes and deep burgundy lips. She was wearing a short, leather jacket that was the same deep red as her hair, with a black leather mini skirt and sheer black pantyhose. On her feet, she wore tall, black pumps with a spiked stiletto heel that she walked on with ease and confidence.

  “Hello Princess, it’s good to see you again,” she said and I swore that I sensed the same halting, robotic intonation that Belle used. Was this strange woman from the same place?

  “Kyla,” replied Belle, her voice low and measured, “what are you doing here?”

  Kyla turned to me and flicked her eyes down my body, lingering on the swell of my breasts and my bare legs. I felt a shiver ripple through me as her appraising stare returned to my face. “The same as you, it seems,” replied Kyla, with a suggestive smirk. “What would your mother say?”

  “Leave her out of this,” snarled Belle, her large eyes narrowing with a look of pure malice.

  Kyla smiled, a reptilian grin that dripped with venom. She continued to leer at me, then lifted her hand to touch my cheek with the back of her fingers. I flinched at her touch, but didn’t step away. I sensed that she was measuring me, looking for a reaction for reasons that I couldn’t comprehend. I gazed up into her dark eyes, a part of me mesmerized by this tall, commanding woman. I felt myself suddenly aware of the chilly breeze and the oppressive emptiness of the deserted street. I shuddered and tried to ignore the sense of menace that washed over me as the redhead held me in thrall.

  “She is a cute one Princess,” purred Kyla, stroking her hand down my face and touching her fingers to my chin. “So innocent, so… deliciously corruptible. You always did have good taste. Maybe I’ll consider her for my…”

  She stopped abruptly as Belle stepped forward and shoved her back, breaking her touch and the transfixing hold of her eyes. I blinked and gasped, instinctively moving to stand behind Belle. My heart was beating quickly, my breath fast and shallow. I had no idea what was happening, who the strange woman was, what hold she had over Belle.

  “Don’t touch her! Don’t ever touch her!” roared Belle, becoming more animated and forceful than I’d ever seen her. There was an authority in her voice, a sense of command that seemed an impossibility from her delicate body.

  Kyla stepped back and her expression of self-assured confidence faded, replaced by a look of surprise. “You can’t stop us Princess,” she spat, “you know how this works. You know how it ends, how it always ends!” Then she turned and crossed the road, skipping onto the other sidewalk and disappearing down a side alley between the pharmacist and barber shop.

  “Wh-what was that about?” I stammered, needing answers. But before I could continue, Belle turned to me and swept her arms around my waist, pulling my body towards her. I gazed at her, suddenly fearful of the look of animalistic passion in her eyes. Then she set upon me, kissing me roughly, locking her mouth on mine and parting my lips with the frantic probing of her tongue. I struggled in her grip, but quickly relented, allowing her to kiss me, responding with my own fevered advances.

  For a blissful eternity we kissed, our hot, young bodies pressed together. With frantic hands we pawed at each other, desperate for an unachievable closeness. My fingers found her rear, gripping the firm flesh of her ass and grinding myself against her. She responded by pulling at my top and snaking her hand beneath, reaching up to cup my tender breast.

  I pulled back, breathless with desire, my head swimming and my heart pounding. I touched my forehead to hers and looked up, locking my eyes on her eyes. “W-wait, not here,” I breathed, barely able to speak. “H-home, quickly.”

  Then I took her hand and we ran the short distance to my modest apartment without stopping.

  Chapter 3: Celestial Bodies

  The entrance to my home was a side door around the corner from the deli, which was darkened and shuttered for the night. I dragged Belle behind me, half stumbling up the alley and fumbling in my pocket for my keys. Belle pawed at me as I attempted to slot the key home with hands that were trembling with anticipation. I felt her hands wrap around my hips, dipping down to the space between my legs, pressing down there with agonizing force. Then she roamed upwards, grabbing my breasts and kneading them as she leaned in to my neck and planted frantic kisses on my burning skin.

  I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut, suddenly not caring about the damned lock. I turned my head and found her mouth, lashing my tongue over her lips, needing to taste her more than anything else in the world. She returned my kiss, then backed off slightly, allowing me to gather my wits and return to the maddeningly complex task of unlocking my door. I sensed her breath on my neck, fast and warm and brimming with passion.

  The key finally slid into the lock with an ease that made a mockery of my earlier, thwarted attempts. I twisted it once until I heard the click of the lock then, with a single motion, pushed open the door, pulled Belle in with me and slammed it shut. I grabbed the breathless blonde and pushed her up against the wall, pinning her wrists against the faded wallpaper. She looked at me and snarled, panting and frantic, a look of wild abandon in her eyes. I shifted myself so that I was restraining her arms with only my left hand, then dropped my right hand to her chest. I paused there, allowing my thoughts to catch up with my instincts, to process the wild sensations that were flooding through me. I held my hand on the soft material of her vest top, cupping her breast with tender care, relishing the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Her breast felt firm and supple, topped with the hard nub of her nipple, inviting me forward. I began to squeeze her, gently at first but with gathering confidence. She moaned as I
kneaded, head pressing back against the wall between her pinned arms.

  Then I kissed her, square on the mouth, tongue darting forward and licking the moist opening of her lips. She squirmed in my grip, a token resistance to my sordid intent. Her lips parted as I pushed forwards, finding her tongue with my own, pressing against it with an intense hunger, a need to taste her and make her a part of me.

  I’d never felt anything like this, the depth of desire and weight of lust. Her kiss was soft and yielding, a warm wetness that felt firm and insistent. Her skin was impossibly soft and smooth, sliding against mine with a gentle friction that amplified my desire with every velvet touch. A distant part of me compared the kiss of a woman to that of a man. It was so very different, better in so many ways, softer, more knowing and forbidden, the sense of taboo serving to heighten the awareness.

  I pulled away from her, breathless and hot. “Let’s go upstairs,” I whispered, barely able to form a coherent sentence. “I need you,” I added, truthfully.

  She nodded with feverish intent and we turned as one and took the stairs two at a time, hands still pawing at each other, acting with a lustful mind of their own. The door to my apartment fell to my assault in no time at all, nervous hands making short work of the lock this time. We pushed our way in, a chaotic tangle of limbs and clothing, grabbing at each other. I nudged the hallway table with my bottom, sending the telephone flying to the floor with a harsh crash, but I didn’t care. It was an unimportant casualty in this feverish skirmish.

  Finally, we reached the bedroom and Belle looked around, marking her territory with her eyes and planning her final assault. She turned back to me and grabbed my shoulders, then pushed me roughly backwards onto the bed. I didn’t attempt to resist or fight her. For that moment at least, our intentions were as one, an intoxicating need for each other.

  I lay back on the bed and began to fight my way out of my clothing, shrugging out of the tight cardigan and kicking off my white sneakers. Meanwhile, Belle towered over me, appearing statuesque and possessed in the dim light of the bedroom. She began to slowly peel off her own clothes, leering at me with a smouldering fire in her eyes. Her mouth was parted as she panted rapidly, chest rising and falling in time with the beat of her desire. Her jacket came off first, cast aside with scarcely a single consideration. Then her vest top and her miniskirt, both garments vanishing into irrelevance as they were thrown down to the floor.

  I stopped my own feverish undressing and stared at her, struck dumb by the porcelain beauty of her bare flesh. She looked down at me, wearing nothing but a black lace bra, pantyhose and cowboy boots. She looked otherworldly and ethereal, a picture of radiance that demanded attention. My eyes roamed over her, unable to settle on a single detail, needing to experience the full expanse of her nakedness. And then I found her pussy and my focus held there. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and I could see the thin line of her labia beneath the constricting gauze of her pantyhose. She was shaved bald with no hint of hair or blemish on her sex, and I could see the complex ripple of her outer lips, frozen in place, a perfect tableau of desire.

  “Take off your underwear,” she commanded, reaching behind herself and expertly undoing her own bra clasp, allowing the delicate lingerie to fall over her shoulders and her modest breasts to fall free. I inhaled abruptly, captivated by the sight of her naked breasts, creamy and firm with hard pink nipples that poked out at me and demanded attention.

  “Y-yes, yes,” I breathed and fumbled with my own bra, finally finding my fingers and freeing my own breasts. I covered myself up with my arm, suddenly feeling very exposed and naked, a fleeting moment of awareness making me realize what was happening here.

  Belle stepped forwards and kneeled on the bed beside where I lay, then traced a single slender finger up my leg and over my hip. I shuddered at the tender caress, unable to take my eyes off the sensual woman that loomed above me. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered with a sultry smile, then hooked her fingers in the waistband of my cotton panties. With a firm insistence, she tugged at them and pulled them down my legs. I allowed her to remove my final defence without a single word of complaint or resistance. My arm dropped from my breast to my side and I lay back with my head on the pillow, utterly powerless to deny the insistent urge of my desire.

  She tossed my panties to the side and turned back to me, utterly commanding now, driving this steamy encounter and taking me along for the ride. Her fingers brushed up the inside of my leg this time, gently pushing outwards, forcing my knees apart. Without thinking, I allowed myself to be guided and exposed myself to her, feeling the cool breeze of the night on my dripping pussy for the first time and shuddering lightly. Her fingers reached my sex and lightly touched me there. I moaned at her caress, desperate for more, and she smiled.

  Then she sat back and swung her legs around, placing her feet beside my head. “Undress me,” she purred and touched her index finger against her lips with a look of smouldering fire in her eyes.

  I nodded and sat up, drawing my legs beneath me and kneeling at her feet. Then I took hold of her leather boot and lifted her foot up. She leaned back on her hands, studying me as I worked, her face alive with desire and barely concealed lust. I pulled at the boot and it slid off her leg with ease, then I held her foot up in front of my face and gazed at her soft, nylon covered sole. She wiggled her toes provocatively, pretty painted jewels beneath the muting gauze of her pantyhose. With a sudden boldness, I leaned forwards and licked her sole, dragging my tongue up from her heel to the tip of her toes. She gasped in surprise and made a half-hearted attempt to pull away from me.

  I was suddenly overwhelmed by the taste of her foot, a heady cocktail of sweat and the leather of the boot, and the softness of her silky hose. I felt my heart pound in my chest, fuelling my exploration with raw adrenaline and pure pleasure.

  I lowered her foot down and repeated the kinky ritual on her other leg, pulling off her boot and worshipping her foot with my tongue. She moaned again, but didn’t attempt to pull away this time. Finally, I bent forwards and gripped the waistband of her hose, then pulled the silky material down her legs and flung them to the side, not bothering to see where they landed.

  We both sat back, each gazing at the other, eyes flicking over our naked bodies. It seemed as though we were stalking each other, as a lioness stalks her prey. I felt the tension in the room build to intolerable levels as we each allowed the desire in our bodies to rise to an overwhelming degree. My damp pussy throbbed with need, pulsing hot waves of pleasure into my body in time with the quickening beat of my heart. Finally, our eyes locked and some unspoken barrier between us fell.

  As one, we leaped forwards and our bodies locked together. I felt her breasts press against mine, her hard nipples brushing against my own and sending electric jolts of sensation through my body. I wrapped my arms around her, gripping her ass and pulling her towards me. She shuffled forwards and pushed her knee between my legs, her thigh sliding over my hot pussy, her own sex settling on my leg. We seemed to interlock like jigsaw pieces, fitting together perfectly.

  Overcome by her closeness and the overpowering heat of her body against mine, I kissed her wildly, returning to the now-familiar taste of her moist lips. As I did so, I began to grind my hips against her thigh, an involuntary action as I attempted to stimulate my throbbing clit in whatever way I could.

  For long minutes, we writhed together, bodies slick with perspiration and hungry with desire. Then she pulled away and gripped my shoulders then pushed me down onto the bed, pinning me against the soft comforter with her deceptively strong hands. I gazed up at her as she paused above me, studying me with that peculiar look of deep concentration that was so strange and cute. Then she leaned forwards and kissed my lips, a tender peck that inflamed my desire and left me hungry for more. But she didn’t give me what I wanted and began to kiss her way down my neck and chest, pausing briefly on my throbbing breasts, sucking at my nipples and flicking them with her tongue until the tender buds sang w
ith pleasure. She continued on her way, kissing down my stomach and seeking out her final destination.

  I caught my breath as I realized where she was headed, what was about to happen. My mind raced with an intense need but also a nervous trepidation. I’d never had anyone do this to me before and a crippling wave of doubt and self-consciousness washed over me. But it was quickly eclipsed by the surge of hungry longing that was radiating out from my pussy. I pushed my head back into the pillow and closed my eyes, waiting.

  The first touch of her tongue caused me to scream out. Hot and bold, she swept upwards from my asshole through my wet labia and brushed against the sensitive bud of my swollen clitoris. A pulse of pleasure shot out into my body and sent tingles into my limbs. My body writhed and shook as she returned for a second pass, pushing her tongue deeper, moving slower this time. Without thinking, I dropped my hand to her head and gripped her hair. I was acting on pure instinct now, driven by desire and need rather than rational thought.

  “Oh yes, yes, there, yes,” I moaned as her tongue found my clitoris again. Responding to my plea, she fixed her mouth in place and began to move her tongue in tight swirls, pressing down with increasing force. The hot ball of fire in my pussy rolled and boiled, sending tendrils of pleasure out into my body. I felt myself arch upwards, pushing my hips into her face and urging her onwards.

  For the second time that night, I felt an overwhelming rush of sensation, every nerve ending working in harmony to overwhelm my defences and push me towards the inevitable precipice of climax. I didn’t attempt to fight, didn’t want to resist. I found myself overcome with an overwhelming need to come in Belle’s face, to shower her with my juices and join us in passion.

  Suddenly, I passed a point of no return, feeling in internal switch click into place and unleash the full force of my orgasm. My pussy exploded, releasing hot waves of sensation into my body. I arched my back upwards, pushing my pussy into Belle’s face. My arms thrashed about on the bed, struggling to release the maelstrom the washed over me, engulfing my senses and nulling my thoughts. I opened my mouth and screamed out, not caring how loud I was or who heard me, I simply needed to release the overwhelming tension in my body.