Liquid Courage

by Hildred Billings

  “Wow. What a terrible conundrum I now face.” Kat pinned her date’s hands above her head. “Seriously. Is there something bad about that warning?”

  “Only if you don’t think you’ll be able to handle me.”

  “First of all,” Kat’s smug satisfaction that she already made it this far was liable to drive Vivian crazy – in all the good ways. “If I’ve got you up against the wall again, I’m pretty sure I can handle you. Are you kidding me? I was born to take on women like you.”

  “Women like me?”

  “Uh, yeah.” Kat gently pressed her lips against Vivian’s cheek. “Hot, sexy women who like to tease me until I can’t damn well take it anymore!”

  Any cute woman who lay on the compliments thick could get anything she wanted from Vivian. She could’ve taken her right now, and Vivian would be the happiest woman in town, let alone the block! Is anyone else around here about to get it as good as I am? No, no, she needed to rope in her anticipations before she set herself up for disappointment. Kat wasn’t a goddess. She was a mere mortal, like Vivian.

  Mere mortals like them needed to know their limits. Whatever they were.

  “Do your worst?” Oh, yeah, that was a great limit!

  “My worst?” Kat looked Vivian’s body up and down, a smirk claiming the corner of her mouth. “Rather give you my best. But you’ve gotta take off those clunky boots first.”

  Vivian kept her eyes locked on Kat’s as she unzipped the sides of her boots and tossed them aside. I feel so much more exposed. Not as exposed as she was about to feel when Kat sank to her knees and hooked her teeth in the waistline of Vivian’s winter leggings.

  Feral, wasn’t it? Something positively unbridled about a woman undressing her with teeth. Because that wasn’t just the leggings in Kat’s mouth. That was the silky underwear Vivian had purchased the day before.

  But they didn’t join the leggings on the descent down Vivian’s legs. Kat only had determination for the affronting pants. After all, it was one thing to tease Vivian through her underwear – it was quite another for pants to be in the way. That kind of determination put the debate about leggings being pants down. Did they get in the way of immediate sexual gratification? Pants. They were pants.

  Firm fingers grabbed Vivian’s hips and held her against the wall. Kat tenderly licked her lover, tasting the temptation she had indulged in back in the movie theater – and tickling Vivian’s clit, which still hid beneath her underwear and within her clenched folds. Vivian’s moan transformed into a needy whine as she ate the back of her hand. Ripples of pleasure shot down her spine and to Kat’s lips.

  The better it felt, the more Vivian stood on her toes, inadvertently trying to escape that tongue making bold moves beneath her underwear. The move was involuntary. Didn’t she know it made it more difficult to enjoy what Kat kept trying to offer her over the past few days? What was wrong with her? Did she really eschew such good feelings out of some subconscious need to indulge in self-sabotage? Get back on your feet, girl! That was it. Flat-footed. All the better to get closer to Kat.

  When Kat’s tongue maneuvered beneath Vivian’s underwear, all hell broke loose.

  “Oh my God!” Vivian slammed both hands against the wall above her head, her body pulsing in pleasure as this woman’s tongue eased inside of her and occasionally teased her clit. “Oh my God!” She sounded like she had never felt so good before. Was that true? Was she so devoid of fantastic sexual experiences that she sounded like a damned virgin having an orgasm for the first time? Almost appropriate, considering how long it really had been. Vivian had almost forgotten what it was like to have a hot woman worship her as if she were a goddess of carnal desire. “I’m gonna…” She didn’t want to. Not yet – it would be too embarrassing to come so quickly. But her body hadn’t known this level of intensity for so long, and she was so turned on by the situation that it could not be helped! “I’m gonna come!” Kat did not let up, even after Vivian’s body released its pent-up sexual frustrations.

  Eventually, however, Kat sat back and caught her breath. Vivian was likewise breathless. A part of her hoped it wasn’t over already, even though she loved the look of sheer mischief on Kat’s face.

  “That was hot.” Kat unbuttoned the front of her jacket and tossed it aside. She also did not need her T-shirt – Vivian definitely agreed with that. Once both were out of the way, Vivian had to hold back a laugh as she encountered her date wearing a frilly neon blue bra. “What? Don’t like my choice of lingerie?” Kat pushed her chest up. What cleavage she had was definitely supported by the generous help of that ridiculous bra. “Hey, even those of us in jeans and flannel like to feel pretty, mmkay?”

  “You are pretty!” Vivian had half a mind to shove Kat down onto her floor and ride her there. What am I riding? Who cares? Look at her!

  Kat grabbed Vivian’s legs and ran up their length, stopping only to inhale her scent. Vivian’s leggings were on the other side of the small hallway by now. The heater wasn’t even on in the cold, dark apartment – yet she wasn’t cold, not even a little bit. All the warmth from her orgasm had made sure Vivian was ready to face any elements threatening to stand between her and more.

  Before she could make a move on Kat, however, she heard, “Touch yourself for me.”

  “What?” Okay, maybe she was too warm now. “Are you kidding?”

  “Why would I kid about something like that? I wouldn’t say it if I weren’t serious.”

  “You want to watch me do that?”

  “Shit, girl,” Kat said with a click of her tongue, “if you could see what I do right now, you’d want you to touch yourself too.” She laughed. “I swear that made sense in my head.”

  Tentatively, Vivian placed her hand between her legs and touched the place Kat had pleasured only a few moments before. She had forgotten how wet she could get when inspired. And with Kat on her knees, she was definitely inspired. Vivian slipped her fingers between her folds and felt the mess Kat had left behind using nothing but her tongue.

  “Damn, Vivi.” Kat bit her lip, enthralled with what she saw before her. “Get off on your bad self.” She leaned back, her tacky blue bra suddenly not so gauche now that Vivian was in control of the situation. “Own how hot you are.”

  It wasn’t really about how hot Vivian felt. It was more about that sexy body beneath hers, belonging to a woman who lost herself to her own sexual fantasies blossoming before her. Me! I’m her sexual fantasy! Me, me, me! What a night! Too bad certain women weren’t here to witness how desirable some people were!

  Vivian sucked in a breath as she rubbed her clit and witnessed the return of her sexual frustrations. It rushed through her body, and her fingers were drenched before she realized she was about to make an embarrassing mess of herself. She stopped, her old insecurities fucking with her head.

  “Do it,” Kat said. “Don’t be shy. You think that ain’t normal or something?”

  “You want to see something like that?”

  “Only if you want to show it to me.”

  As strange as it sounded, Vivian did indeed want to show off her body. Mostly because Kat wanted to see it.

  So Vivian focused on the lovely woman in front of her, watching Kat’s chest heave up and down in her aroused state, watching her eyes glaze over in desire, and watching her pelvis slightly thrust into the air as she wished for something she clearly wasn’t getting right now. Vivian became lost in this once-forbidden world that called to her like a siren’s song. Come on, do it… let her know what she does to you. Because of what you apparently do to her…

  What did it say when someone like Kat was able to get the motor going so hard that Vivian was liable to jet off, orgasm or no orgasm?

  “Do it,” Kat goaded, further teasing her date by removing her bra and tossing it down the hallway. Everything about her was hard, firm, and desperate to be touched. “Be the wild Vivi I know you wanna be.”

  Vivian reached the point of no return, where embarrassment and insecurity we
re no longer welcomed. If she commanded such rapt attention, then obviously she was a woman worth desiring, yes? She needed to let go of her inhibitions. Purge the cranky demons that had festered in the back of her mind while she was sick. Get rid of the toxic shit other women had said to her over the past few days!

  Was it empowering? Was that the feeling turning Vivian on as she brought herself to orgasm against a bartender’s wall? Yeah, I’m a bad girl. Bad enough to get picked up by a bartender and go home with her. Three dates later, but that was a different detail.

  Warmth spread through her body. Her thighs quivered until she could no longer keep her hand in place. Her legs slammed together as she laughed at the adventure she took.

  Kat stood up, her half-naked body gleaming in the shadows of her tiny apartment. She pushed up against Vivian, who could only smell the sweat and desire of two women who were in way too deep over their heads.

  “You still don’t think you’re gorgeous?” Kat let her grin linger on Vivian’s throat. “Because I think you’re so hot that I’m gonna have to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

  Vivian gasped.

  “Except you’ll never ask me to stop.”

  That delightful promise consumed the final corners of Vivian’s mind that had been convinced she was in an elaborate prank to prove how gullible, how ridiculous she was. “Funny,” she said through her giggles, “I was thinking the same thing about you.”

  “As long as we’re on the same page.”

  Kat probably would’ve carried her to the bed on the far side of the room if she could. But between how they stumbled, and how happily Vivian trotted, her hand fisted in Kat’s grasp, it was impossible for her to sit still long enough to be picked up and dropped on the bed. Much more practical for Vivian to fling herself against the queen-sized bed and pull Kat down too.

  The best part was undressing Kat after they were finally together again. She kept her minute curves hidden beneath clothing meant to downplay the shape of her body. Yet she was so feminine! Her breasts begged her to give them kisses, nipples peaking and little, light gasps falling from Kat’s lips. Hands traveled down the curves of her torso and cupped her ass in her jeans. I could pull her on top of me. I could ask her to take control right now. But Vivian was married to making Kat get as good as she gave, even if only for a few minutes.

  “Can you feel how hot I am for you?” Kat took Vivian’s hand and squeezed it between her thighs. “I don’t often get like this. Takes a special woman to bring out the slut in me.”

  “Is there something wrong with that?”

  “Not at all. For example, would it be too much to ask you get your fingers in there for a little while? Naturally, I’ll return the favor.”

  Vivian flung herself on her back, laughing. “Who the hell talks like that?”

  “Things happen when my nipples get sucked. I talk like I belong in a fancy book club.”

  “What kind of book clubs are you going to?”

  “Definitely not the sexy kind.”

  “What if I joined it?”

  Kat snaked her hand around the back of Vivian’s head and brought her in for another heavy kiss. “They’d have to kick me out for getting a lady-boner every time we were in the same room. Seriously. Feel this shit. You ever feel a hotter pussy in your life?” She cocked one eyebrow, and Vivian knew that her date was trying every trick in her little book to get touched.

  A rush filled her. After being sick for so long, she definitely wanted to feel this way… and to get back to living her life as a sexual being worthy of someone’s love and adoration.

  One by one, the pieces of Kat’s outfit came sliding off her body. Vivian’s sweater dress came down her frame and fell onto the floor. Naked, the two of them came together, Kat’s knee between Vivian’s legs and giving her the kind of pleasure she had craved since first meeting this woman what felt so long ago already.

  “Fuck me,” Vivian whimpered, her arms wrapped around Kat’s shoulders as they rolled across the bed.

  Kat increased the strength of her thrusts, her knee grinding so hard against Vivian’s clit that the room began to spin, sometimes clockwise, sometimes counterclockwise.

  “No, no…” Vivian struggled to get her words out before Kat misinterpreted what she said. “No, fuck me! Get in me!”

  She wanted to be absolutely one with this woman. Which was the pleasure she received when those friendly fingers slid inside of her and immediately searched for her innermost depths. A shriek of joy sounded in the room as Kat backed up and kissed Vivian’s nipple, her fingers fucking just as she had promised.

  “More,” Vivian muttered, lifting herself up on her elbows so she could fully enjoy the experience. Feeling it. Seeing it. Accepting kisses to her lips that were as wanton as they were distracted. “More, damnit!”

  Even three of Kat’s fingers weren’t enough. Vivian continued to beg, however, and as Kat did her best to comply, the room officially stopped spinning and instead blasted in a hot, white light of nothing – nothing but a large burst of pleasure, anyway. Kat did not relent. Like she hadn’t given up on Vivian when licking her in the hallway, Kat rode out the rest of her lover’s orgasm by fucking her as if both of their lives depended on it.

  Pleasure blinded Vivian as she clutched the blanket in her fists, legs dangling in the air and pelvis thrusting against Kat’s hand. She was definitely coming, and she declared it so, although it was a bit preemptive. But she also wanted Kat to get a sense of the urgency that demanded Vivian feel even more than ever before.

  When she did come, it was as if her body exploded from all of its years of disappointment. How could she have gone so long without knowing what this was like? Had she really almost forgotten what it meant to make such famished love with another woman? Because this was exactly what she was looking for when she went out on a date the other night. And this is what I was looking for when I went out on a date today. She knew it. She was prepared for it. Stringing Kat along was only a means to an end. This end. An end that might actually end her if she didn’t force herself to come down from her high and face the real world once more.

  Every drop of Vivian’s inhibition was gone. If it could be touched, molded, and shared, then Vivian would have gladly given all of those inhibitions to Kat to do with as she willed. What better person to take that sorry side of herself and do away with it? Sometimes, it was best to take out the trash and never have anything to do with it again. Maybe that meant not even watching it leave the temple that was Vivian’s body. Her lovely girlfriend could do that for her.

  That’s what they were for, weren’t they?

  “Hoooly shit.” Kat fell onto her side, laughing. Vivian’s legs, her thighs, everything below the waist refused to close. “You are like… the wettest woman in the world. I don’t know how I stayed in there as long as I did.”

  Vivian shoved her. “And here I had been feeling pretty good about my self-confidence levels, thanks.”

  “You think that’s a bad thing? Hell no. If anything, I’m honored you chose to share all of that with me.” Kat spread her fingers above Vivian’s face. Yup. That’s me. Looks like it. Smells like it. “See? I’ve been blessed.”

  Vivian shoved Kat’s hand out of her face. “You’re so silly!” She rolled over onto her side away from Kat, giggling.

  “Better to be silly during sex than way too serious.”

  “I guess!” Vivian welcomed her lover to wrap their bodies together, limbs entangling and kisses heavy and sweet. “So when do I get blessed?”

  “With what? My pussy?”

  “Your whole body.”

  “You think I’m gonna hand my pussy over to you because you’re easy?” Kat clicked her tongue. “Damnit. You’re right. How do you know me so well?”

  “Call it a lucky guess.”

  “Hmm.” Thoughtful ponderings only got Kat so far. “Maybe I wanna hear you say it, so I know for sure. Go on. Tell me you want my pussy.”

  “Darling!” Vivian turned he
r head around, lips grazing Kat’s forehead as the fake southern belle accent came out. Go ahead and guess who I’m named after. It was no mistake that Vivian’s middle name was Leigh. “I do require your pussy on my person!”

  “Oh, baby, you talk so dirty!” Kat pulled Vivian down onto her back and covered her in giggly kisses.

  It was the sweet kind of moment Vivian could have easily treasured for the rest of her life. It didn’t have to go further. She didn’t need to know what kind of woman truly lurked within Kat to know that she was the greatest partner a girl could ever ask for. Yet when her hand slipped between Kat’s thighs and encountered the beguiling mound within, she transformed back into the wanton woman only she could pretend to be.

  Pretend? Who’s pretending? I want every inch of me touching that one inch of her.

  Vivian was more than willing to oblige that Kat get hers too. But did Kat expect to be pushed down and welcoming Vivian’s face between her legs?

  Eat your heart out Shari, while I eat this hottie out. Vivian swore that would be the last time she thought about that asshole for the rest of the night. Because Kat’s flavor was soon on her tongue, and that was all that mattered.

  “God, you’re so hot.” Kat’s fingers clamped on top of her headboard, and her thighs enticed Vivian’s to get closer. Now. “Even if I couldn’t feel a damn thing, this image is enough to make me come. Hope you know that.”

  Her words disappeared as she transitioned into orgasm. Hot skin rubbed against Vivian’s cheeks, but it wasn’t as hot as what she felt throughout her own body.

  You think you’re the only one around here who likes this? Vivian would show her. She’d keep up the effort through the length of Kat’s orgasm. This wasn’t her first tour through the primetime show, after all. You’re not the only one who can do it good, Kat. That was something nobody ever expected about Vivian. She may not have had a lot of partners in her young life, but she was observant and a quick study in the world of sexual pleasure. It helped that she found oral sex hot as hell. Taste, texture, everything.