Carnal Collision

by Jamie Hill

  Long, wet strokes slicked her folds, teased her clit, nudged her pussy walls. She was drenched and on edge, it wouldn’t take much for her to explode.

  She felt Wendi nibble her clit, shooting sparks up her spine. Hands danced around the two dark holes, fingering Jada’s pussy and anus.

  Jada bucked her desire for more, and Wendi caught the meaning. Wetting a finger, she pressed it deep into Jada’s ass and allowed another to pump in and out of her pussy. She continued licking the clit, and Jada burst.

  Streams of sensation flooded through her, and she clung to Wendi, desperately trying to stay conscious. Wave after wave of delight washed through her until she shuddered, spent. As soon as she could breathe, she worked three fingers into Wendi’s pussy and pumped her while continuing to tongue her ass.

  Wendi exploded within minutes of the treatment. She gushed over Jada’s face as her orgasm hit, drenching her with sticky musk.

  Neither woman was quick to pull away. They held each other, fingers rubbing lightly, pressing soft kisses everywhere within reach. Jada moaned as the tingling of a second climax started.

  “Got another one in you?” Wendi murmured.

  “I think so. You feel so good.”

  “You taste good, like sweet chocolate. I might need one more nibble.” She worked her hands lower, a finger again finding the dark rosebud below the dripping pussy.

  “Oh god.” Jada whimpered. That would do it. She raised her butt, allowing Wendi to slide a pillow beneath her and spread her legs fully. The woman’s finger forced its way up her ass as a tongue filled her cunt, both pumping a slow, steady beat. “So good.”

  She heard a muffled chuckle, but the delightful torment didn’t cease. It grew stronger, more insistent, exquisitely pleasurable, until she couldn’t stand it anymore and cried out, “Yes!” A satisfying orgasm took her to the edge of consciousness and back, leaving her floating in a pleasant, peaceful state.

  Wendi turned around and snuggled next to her. “That was fantastic,” the blonde woman said, nuzzling her face in the crook of Jada’s neck.

  “Better than that. There has to be a word for whatever’s better than fantastic.”

  “Fucking hot!” Wendi exclaimed, and they grinned. She ran a hand over Jada’s bandaged forehead. “You feel okay?”

  “Are you kidding me?” Jada thought her smile might split her face.

  “You know what I mean. I was supposed to take care of you.”

  “I’d say you did that pretty nicely, thank you.”

  “Good.” Wendi snuggled close.

  Chapter Three

  “How’s your finger?” Jada picked up the bandaged hand some time later, planting a kiss on the tape.

  “I forgot about it, so I guess it’s fine,” Wendi said.

  “I’m glad.” Jada placed more kisses against the long fingers. “Your hands are so strong.”

  “Have to be, in my line of work.”

  “What made you decide to become a masseuse?”

  Wendi shrugged. “I liked the beauty industry but I didn’t really want to do hair. I thought about becoming a manicurist, but frankly, a masseuse makes more money. Or so I was told.”

  Jada smoothed a hand over the woman’s messy hair. “It hasn’t been as great as you thought?”

  “Not really. Some weeks are okay. You know how it is, working on commission.”

  She snorted. “Believe me, I know. It was tough starting out. I borrowed a lot of money from my parents until I got my clientele built up.”

  “Lucky you.” Wendi stared at the ceiling. “My old man took off when I was a kid. Ma went through a bunch of husbands, not one of them with a nickel to his name, until the last one. He had money but was a real jerk. Convinced her I wasn’t trying hard enough with my life, and all that shit.” She smiled at Jada. “Guess they don’t like the fact that I rub people for money.”

  “Aw, come on, now. They can’t be that bad.”

  “I don’t have much to do with them anymore, so it’s no big deal.” She ran a hand over Jada’s stomach. “What happened here, tonight, is a big deal.”

  “I agree. Tonight was incredible.” Jada bent down to plant a kiss on her forehead. She squirmed, realising she was lying in a wet spot. “I’m sticky. The sheets are soaked.”

  “Can’t blame that on me.” Wendi dragged herself up, smiling.

  “Sure I can. You caused it.” Jada gave her a playful shove. “I’m going to clean up and throw a towel down.”

  “Or we could move to my bed. It was dry, last time I checked.”

  “Ah, good idea! We’ll get some sleep and we can christen those sheets later.” She wiggled her hips on her way to the bathroom, knowing she was being watched. Looking back over her shoulder, she smiled. “By that time, these will be dry.”

  “And we can start all over again!” Wendi hopped from the bed, grabbed Jada’s hips, and rushed her to the shower.

  Jada squealed and dragged the woman in with her. Pressed against the cool tile wall, she sighed as Wendi kissed her deeply. Reaching one hand to the water knob, Jada turned it on, and the spray hit them full on. Sharp, cold tingles stabbed, until she adjusted the temperature, warming it to just right.

  “Good,” Wendi murmured, and continued the kiss.

  “We can sleep later,” Jada agreed, as a firm hand ran up one thigh, spreading her pussy lips.

  “Much later.”

  ———

  Jada woke in the guest room, a shard of sunlight peering through the curtains. She glanced down at the sleeping woman sprawled next to her. Wendi looked so pretty, even without makeup. It made her look younger than the twenty-five years she claimed. The tiny stone in the side of her nose glimmered, and Jada touched it gently.

  She ran a finger down the row of earrings the woman sported, from cartilage to lobe. Counting twelve silver rings and posts, she smiled. Jada had one earring in each ear, and that was it. No tattoos or anything wild.

  She’d noticed a butterfly tattoo on Wendi’s lower back, didn’t know if it was the only one. The look worked for her, Jada decided. The woman certainly turned her on. Watching her sleep, her heavy breasts rising and falling easily, was arousing. Jada resisted the urge to kiss her awake.

  She slipped out of bed and used the bathroom, then went to her closet and removed the red suitcase hidden there. Opening it, she looked over her dildo choices before deciding on a thick, black, double-ended one. It was her favourite, made of firm rubber with realistic veins along the sides.

  Wishing she had a blindfold, she decided a red bandana would do the job. Removing one from her dresser, she returned to the guest room and climbed in bed.

  Wendi stirred but didn’t wake.

  Jada slipped the bandana around the woman’s eyes carefully, trying not to rouse her. She tied it loosely then set the dildo close by and straddled her lover.

  When Wendi yawned and shifted, Jada took that opportunity to tighten the blindfold.

  “What are you doing?” Wendi reached for her face.

  Jada pressed her hands down. “Good morning. I thought a nice, hard fuck might be a fun way to wake up.”

  “Oh yeah?” Wendi arched her back sleepily, and her light brown nipples puckered.

  “You like that idea? Your nipples got hard, real quick.”

  “I love the idea. Your tongue, your fingers—fuck me with whatever you’ve got, baby.”

  Smiling, Jada leaned in close. “How about my nice, thick cock?”

  Wendi’s face looked puzzled. “Did I miss something last night? I don’t remember any cock.”

  Jada laughed. “This one stays in my closet until I bring it out. I have several, but this is my favourite. It’s double-ended.”

  “Oh yeah!” Wendi bucked her hips enthusiastically. “I was thinking about that last night. I have a favourite too. Mine’s pink, about twelve inches long, made of gel.”

  Jada picked up the dildo and rubbed it over Wendi’s nipple. “Mine is black, thick and hard as a rock. I think yo
u’ll like it. It’ll fuck you right, every time.”

  “Mmm, I’m creaming just hearing about it.” Wendi squirmed again.

  Jada moved lower, cupping the woman’s mound with one hand. “You are. Yummy.” She licked the juice from her fingers. “I could eat you up right now if I didn’t want to fuck you so bad. Do you need to pee?”

  “No, I need to get fucked.” She reached between them, feeling for the dildo.

  “No hands! I wish I had some cuffs and a real blindfold.”

  “I know the perfect place to buy some.” Wendi grinned. “We’ll go together.”

  “Slut.” Jada nudged the tip of the cock against the fair-skinned pussy. “You’re such a naughty girl. I can see you’re going to need fucking often. Long, hard and often.” The thought sent thrilling shivers down her spine. Her night with Wendi was the best thing that had happened to her in a long time. The idea that it might be repeated—often—was exciting.

  “Yes.” Wendi wiggled her knees as if willing the cock in. “I love to be well-fucked.”

  The rubber cock slid in easily. Jada drew it out slowly, then pushed it back in again. “Mmm, a nice fit.”

  “Feels good.” Wendi’s head thrashed side to side. “More, please!”

  “Oh yeah.” Jada pumped the cock rapidly.

  “You’re good,” Wendi mumbled. “I love the way you touch me.” Her breath came in spurts as Jada thrust into her, and she finally clamped her thighs around the dildo and groaned out a noisy climax. Before the excited woman came down from the high, Jada climbed on the other end of black rod and impaled her pussy.

  “Oh yes,” Wendi murmured, still panting. “Ride me, baby. Bounce up and down, let me feel it.”

  “Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah…” The rhythm of the words in Jada’s head matched her pace—in and out, in and out, then deeper yet. She grabbed the two large breasts before her and squeezed.

  Wendi groaned, tearing at her blindfold and tossing it aside. “I have to see you!” She reached for Jada’s breasts, twisting the nipples.

  Both women gasped and exploded. Jada’s pussy gushed sticky fluids everywhere, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t think about anything except the exquisite sensations flowing through her. She’d never felt this way with anyone—not even Denise, whom she’d loved with all her heart. None of the other women she’d been with had elicited such a response. Certainly none of the men, whose real cocks had penetrated her, had ever brought her to such orgasmic heights.

  Gazing into Wendi’s eyes, she saw a look of sheer bliss reflected back at her. Apparently Wendi felt the same way. Jada groaned loudly, almost growled, her victorious approval.

  “Was that anything like…?” Wendi pumped her fist. “Yessss!!!”

  They both laughed, and Jada nodded. “Damn straight it was. That felt fucking fine, sugar. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt anything so fine before.”

  “Oh, I agree.” Wendi ran her hands up Jada’s sides. “This is good. I hope it can go on being good.”

  “Why wouldn’t it?” Jada hated to go, but reluctantly rose off the dildo. She eased it from Wendi’s clutching pussy and set it aside. “Oh god, you’re not with someone, are you?”

  “No! I’m not attached. How about you?”

  A sly smile spread across her face. “Fine time to ask. No, I’m single.”

  Wendi sat up. “Crazy women, don’t know what they’re missing.”

  “Same goes.”

  She picked up the long, black dong. “So this is it, huh? Wow, nice. I’ve heard once you go black, you never go back.”

  Jada laughed. “That goes for me too?”

  “Absolutely.” The luscious blonde pressed a kiss on her lips. “I’m quite enamoured of you, Ms. Green. I hope you feel the same way.”

  “Oh, I do.” She caressed the back of Wendi’s neck while drawing out the next kiss. “You’re incredible—sexy, sweet, the whole package.”

  Wendi cupped Jada’s ass. “I think you’ve got the whole package, babe. You’re amazing. I want more time with you, I haven’t had nearly enough.”

  “Really?” Jada felt her face blush. It was wonderful to hear. She felt the same way about the smoking hot woman in her bed.

  “Absolutely. In fact, if you want to hop in the shower with me, I’ll work on convincing you some more.”

  “You are a slut!” Jada teased. “I need a break, babe. Why don’t I fix us some breakfast? Then I’ve got some calls to make. I really should have phoned my mom and my insurance guy last night. My parents are going to kill me.”

  “We can’t have that.” Wendi nipped Jada’s shoulder and rose. “I’ll go shower by my lonesome then.”

  “Eggs okay?”

  “Eggs are perfect.” She smiled seductively over her shoulder as she left the room.

  Jada hugged her knees. Who would have thought such an incredible thing could come from a car accident? Maybe she was luckier than she realised.

  Chapter Four

  Jada fixed breakfast, and as she and Wendi ate, they talked, learning more about each other. While they came from different backgrounds, they had many likes and dislikes in common. Both shared an eye for style and enjoyed trying on clothes and different makeup products. It was one of the things Jada loved about being with another woman, bonding over shoes, clothes and lip liner.

  She also loved this particular woman’s body and, as they talked, had to force herself not to jump Wendi’s bones again. Eventually she cleaned up the dishes and went to shower, leaving Wendi to try on clothes from her closet.

  Dried and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, she watched her lover for a moment from the bathroom entryway. Seeing Wendi in various stages of undress was enough to make her pussy clench. “That outfit looks hot on you.”

  “You think?” Wendi checked her appearance in the mirror before turning and smiling. “I’ll bet it looks hot on you too. Come over here and try it on.”

  “No, because I’ll never get my calls made. I’ll end up in bed with you.”

  “And that’s a problem, why?” Wendi teased, batting her eyelashes.

  Jada folded her arms over her chest. Her resolve was wavering, but she only had a few things to do and then she could lose herself in lust again.

  Wendi smiled. “Go, make your calls. I’ll watch TV. Then we can go out and do something if you like or stay here and do each other.”

  Jada groaned. That’s what she wanted to do, and they both knew it. “I’ll hurry.”

  She took her cell phone to the kitchen and sat at the table. First call was to her parents, making sure they knew she was all right but had been in an accident. She’d been correct—they were upset she hadn’t phoned them last night. Trying to reassure them without giving too much information was hard.

  Her insurance agent was a family friend, so she didn’t mind phoning him on Sunday. He took the name and number of the dealership and told Jada he’d call her back.

  She wandered to the living room and gazed at Wendi who was relaxing, watching some tattoo show on television.

  “Hey.” The woman glanced up at her. “Make your calls?”

  “My agent has to call back.”

  Nodding, she patted the sofa next to her. “Want to watch with me?”

  Jada grinned. “Not really. I’d better stay over here until my business is done. Otherwise I might not want to answer the phone.”

  Wendi slid one hand between her denim clad thighs and rubbed suggestively.

  “Stop that!” With another smile, Jada turned away, forcing herself back to the kitchen. Butterflies danced in her stomach, and her pussy clenched with desire. She couldn’t believe it, after several rounds of sex last night and that morning. But the feelings were real. She was deep in lust with the crazy woman on her sofa and couldn’t wait to strip those jeans right off her.

  Her phone rang, and she answered it. “Hello.”

  “Hey Jada, it’s Sam,” her insurance agent replied. “I talked with Mike at the dealership. The body shop isn’
t open today, so he couldn’t give me an actual estimate. He looked at the damage, though, and figures it’ll be at least seven thousand.”

  “Seven thousand dollars? Oh my god!”

  “Don’t worry. The other driver’s insurance will cover it. Do you know who she uses?”

  “No, I never asked. I was taken away in the ambulance before the police got into all that.”

  “Okay, if you can’t get hold of her, the police will have it. Find out the company name and her agent if you can. Call me tomorrow. I’m just heading out with the family for the day.”

  “I’m sorry to bug you on the weekend, Sam. Thanks for everything. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

  “No problem, Jada. Talk to you soon.” He hung up.

  She cradled the phone for a minute before replacing it on the receiver. Seven thousand dollars was a lot of damage. She hoped it wouldn’t send Wendi’s rates sky high. Returning to the living room, she scooted on the sofa. “All done for today.”

  “You’re all mine?” Wendi circled a short ringlet from Jada’s afro around one finger.

  “All yours. What are you going to do about it?”

  “Come over here, my juicy little minx, and I’ll show you.” Wendi dragged Jada onto her lap and nuzzled her neck.

  “Mmm, you bet.” Jada bent her head to allow more access. “Oh, don’t let me forget to get your insurance information before tomorrow. I need to call my guy with it.”

  Wendi froze.

  Jada squirmed, pointing to her neck. “Keep going. I just had to mention it while I remembered. Another few hours with you, and I won’t remember anything. I’ll be nothing but a lump of putty in your hands.”

  Wendi hadn’t moved, and Jada looked at her questioningly. “Something wrong?”

  “I, uh, don’t have insurance, Jada. I did, but business has been slow, and I couldn’t swing the payments, so it lapsed.”

  Jada pulled back, staring at the woman in disbelief. “No insurance. None? Not even liability? You’re required to carry liability.”

  “None, sorry.”