by Anne Hagan
“Amen!”
We pulled into a package store a couple of blocks away from our Warren Park apartment. It was the only place in the mostly residential area we lived in on the outskirts of downtown Indy that was still open.
After the conversation we’d just had I was surprised at this turn of events and I’m sure it showed in my voice when I asked, “Why are we stopping here?”
“I may not be going out anywhere with anyone tonight but I intend to have a good time. We don’t have to work until tomorrow afternoon; join me?”
“I don’t know…”
“We still have about 20, 25 minutes until the ball drops. We can get a bottle of Spumante – I like it better than champagne – and watch that while we wait for a pizza to bake or something.”
Taking my agreement for granted, she started to get out of the car. Like a lovesick puppy, I followed.
We counted down with the television announcer and the New York crowd like a couple of school girls then swigged from the glasses we’d hurriedly poured after we got through the door and rushed around getting the broadcast on and a frozen pizza doctored and into the oven. I smiled at Gevona and, to my delight, she smiled back and pulled me in for a quick hug.
“Happy New Year Janet.”
“Happy New Year,” I said right back to her. She let me go all too soon. Feeling self-conscious now, I took my sparkling wine and retreated a little to the other end of the sofa. She grabbed the TV controller and clicked over to the channel guide, oblivious to my discomfort.
“It just gets stupid from here. Let’s see what movies are on.”
Scrolling up and down and not finding much of anything playing but New Year’s Eve specials, she finally stopped on a channel that was showing ‘Dirty Dancing’. “Ooo, it’s just starting. Let’s watch this!”
“Really?” I was shocked. “I didn’t peg you for a Swayze fan.”
“Oh girl, that man can dance but it’s not about him for me. I like me some Jennifer Gray. I could so do her right now.”
I nearly choked on my drink at that.
“You okay?” she asked as she moved quickly to me and started thumping me on the back.
I coughed and sputtered for a couple of seconds but finally managed to choke out, “Stop, stop. I’m fine.”
“We can watch something else.”
“No, it’s fine. I like this movie…I’m…you surprised me, is all. I didn’t peg Gray for your type.”
“Girl, I don’t have a type! I just like women. You oughta know that by now!”
For the next two hours, I quietly got drunk. First on the wine and then, when we’d polished that off, on some coolers we’d had in the fridge for a while. By the time the last dance in the movie came on, I was feeling little pain.
Apparently, Gevona wasn’t either. She got up and started bopping and grooving out of time with the mambo scene on the screen. Looking back over her shoulder at me watching her, she laughed and commanded, “Get your drunk ass up and come dance with me.”
“You know I don’t dance.”
“Ain’t nobody gonna see you.”
“Your logic is flawed your own drunk self. You’re here.”
“Shut up and come dance.”
Getting up reluctantly and with some effort, I wobbled toward her on unsteady feet. I was feeling a little shy and nervous but she started moving towards me too. We just sort of ran into one another and stopped, unsure of what to do next.
I felt my breasts press into Gevona’s larger ones and I could feel the heat of her skin through my shirt. Her face was so close to mine; I could smell the wine on her.
Gevona's slid a hand up my back and rested it gently against the back of my neck. Her right hand dropped down and I felt the warmth of her palm pressing against the small of my back. She squeezed gently and I jumped a little, making her laugh.
“What’s a matter there Mason; afraid of me?”
Rising to the implied challenge, I wrapped both of my own hands around Gevona's neck. Now our faces were even closer together but, until now, I hadn’t been looking directly at her. I didn't really register how close she was until I felt her head tilt slightly to the side and her lips came into contact with my own.
My senses reeled. I pulled back and looked at her but she just smiled at me and moved us into a slow dance that didn’t really fit the tempo on the screen.
Her kiss…Even now, it’s almost impossible for me to describe what it felt like. I hadn’t kissed very many people in my life. Once I figured out my true sexuality in junior high school, I avoided boys like the plague and finding the courage to go looking for a like-minded young female in Zanesville, Ohio completely escaped me. My experiences with women in the Army hardly gave me any real frame of reference.
I had to taste her again. I had to. This time, I went after her. When my lips met hers, I thought I was in heaven but all of that was before I felt Gevona's lips slip open slightly and I felt her breath against my mouth. Instinctively, my own lips parted slightly. I could feel her tongue skitter across my lips. It felt so soft, warm, and sexy that all I could do was open my mouth a little wider to moan.
She slipped her tongue in deeper. My mouth gave way further, inviting her in. I pushed back at her with my own tongue, feeling them roll together. I heard her moan now too and her tongue began to move more quickly inside of my mouth.
I could feel the power of Gevona's kiss all over my body. And I guess it was not just her kiss. I breathed in deeply from my nose and I could smell her scent, her bath gel with a hint of animal lust directly underneath. I could feel her hand on the back of my neck, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure, her soft skin feeling silky against my own. Her other hand moved from my back and gripped my ass tightly, her small fingers sinking in my toned flesh.
I felt my body tightening against Gevona's, making every gap between our bodies shrink as my arms wrapped more tightly around her neck and her arms pulled me tighter. I felt my breasts ache and my body tremble as I felt the friction of Gevona's hardening nipples against my own.
Our heads rocked side to side, both of us trying to gain a better angle so that we could feel more of the incredible sensation. I could have stayed that way forever. But, as suddenly as we had started, it ended.
I suddenly felt Gevona's tongue slip from my mouth, pulling between my teeth and lips. I felt her face pull away from mine and my eyes, then closed, fluttered open. I could see Gevona's beautiful face, her eyes peering at me intently. I felt her begin to pull back slightly. For a moment, I tried to hold her close to me, to feel her heart beat against my chest for a moment longer.
But then, as her body began to move away from mine and the taste of tongue began to cool in my mouth, it felt a little bit like a spell had been broken. Not entirely, of course, I was still feeling the after-effects of her overwhelming sexual energy. My knees felt weak and I was nearly panting, like I had not breathed in a long while. My nipples were straining against my t-shirt and I could tell there was slickness between my legs that was impossible to fake. I looked at her a bit in wonder as she pulled away from me. But the sensation was already fading.
I dropped my hands, which were still sort of up in the air awkwardly, down to my sides.
For a moment, I shook my head a bit, trying to get some sort of control over myself. The sensation of Gevona's kiss faded deeper into the past.
Backing away from her, I told her, “I’m so sorry. I…I don’t know what came over me.”
“I do.”
“You do?”
“Baby, I started it, remember?”
“Uh, yeah; but, um, why?”
“Because I wanted to and I think you wanted me to, too.”
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t speak anymore. In my drunken, sex starved state, I couldn’t even think.
Chapter 15
Gevona looked at me and bit her lower lip. “You’re horny, aren’t you?”
My head dropped and I looked away. She knew at least that
much.
“Janet?” she said softly.
When I looked up, she reached out her index finger and hooked it towards her in the universal ‘get over here’ symbol.
I tried to master my emotions but my body had other ideas. I moved back across the room towards Gevona. She kept her eyes on me as I moved closer to her. I could see the glistening skin on her lips now and I felt my heart ratchet up a few beats per minute. I knew that if I kissed her again, I might slip back into whatever trance I had been in, so I resolved not to do that. I admitted to myself then that there were definitely feelings on my part that might not be returned but I couldn’t completely stop myself. All willpower was gone.
Gevona closed her eyes and it was clear she believed I was going in for another kiss. I desperately wanted to do something, anything else. I let my eyes wander over her body, taking in her curves and the smooth softness of her skin. After a brief moment I smiled to myself and realized I knew exactly what I wanted to do.
I took another half step forward and started to bend forward. I dropped my head farther, tilting it towards the side. I had noticed, in allowing my eyes to flit over her taut breasts, that her shirt was incredibly short and tight. I could still see her nipples poking through the sheer fabric and it was clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. When she’d changed out of uniform at work, she must have slipped out of it.
Leaning forward slightly, I opened my mouth, and raised my head. My left hand quickly found its way around Gevona's back, my fingers tickling at her bare spine below the bottom hem of her shirt. At the same instant, my open mouth pressed firmly against the delicious curve on the underside of Gevona's right breast. My tongue moved around the bare flesh and I could feel the velvety sensation of her skin and taste her salty-sweet flavor. At that same instant, my right hand had raised up and come down gently onto Gevona's left breast. My hand wrapped around the fabric of her thin shirt but I could feel the satisfying, surprising weight of her natural breasts against my fingers and I could feel her hardened nipple pressing into my palm.
She let out a surprised groan and I looked up as she looked down at me. I smiled and kept going. I began to suck in gently, pulling more and more of her breast into my mouth. Her skin felt hot and I could feel the blood pumping rapidly beneath it. She felt so smooth under my tongue. I began to move my lips around on the underside of her breast, trying to taste more and more of her salty skin. Meanwhile, my right hand stayed close on Gevona's breast and I began to knead it just slightly, letting my fingers dance across her. I could feel her body squirming slightly and she let out a soft moan.
She reached behind her back and lifted the little shirt over her head. I kept moving my lips, sliding them up from the underside of her breast. After a moment, I felt the slight change in texture as my lips passed over the edge of her areola. I could feel the hard nub of her nipple as it began to press against my top lip. I kept sucking and pulling, feeling the tension rise in her skin.
I groaned as I came to terms with the fact that I was sucking on Gevona's nipple. I couldn't believe how it felt. It tasted sweeter than the rest of her breasts and the firm texture was amazing to me. I sucked harder, pulling more of her nipple into my mouth. Now it was resting on my tongue, the skin stretching taut. I flicked my tongue against it, feeling it bounce and vibrate. She moaned and her back arched.
We stayed in that position in the living room for quite a long time. I just kept sucking and flicking at her nipple and kneading and massaging her breast. She moaned and her body shook against me. My mind and my body was focused on the smell of her body, the feel of her breast, the taste of her nipple, and the sound of her moans, but an unconscious part of me was focused somewhere else.
That part of me controlled my left hand, which was still wrapped around her back. It snaked down and around, almost on its own, and found the waistline of her jeans. I worked the button and zipper and then tugged them down gently.
Slowly I moved my hand and my lips from Gevona's breasts. I stood up straight now and took a step or so backwards.
She was still standing with her hands at her sides, her back arched slightly. Her breasts were pointing out proudly and her stomach looked flat and toned. But my eyes were now drawn down. Just as she hadn’t been wearing a bra, she hadn’t been wearing any panties under her jeans.
Her legs were spread apart slightly and, at my close distance, I could see it all. She was shaved completely bare. I could see her hard clit sitting up high on the top and I could see all of her skin glistening with excitement.
Now that there was some distance between us, physically at least, I tried to gain my bearings. I spent a little more time trying to talk myself into believing that I was not really feeling the things I was feeling as I looked at Gevona's nude body. I told myself that nothing had been scrambled in my brain by her kiss. I even tried to tell myself that we were simply having a little fun and that it was nothing more than that.
My own wanton need compelled me to keep going. Gevona evidentially felt the same way and, once again, she made the first move. She took a step towards me and the distance between us shrank. Our chests were only a few inches apart and she was looking directly into my eyes.
For a brief moment, she paused. Then, in an incredibly quick and dexterous movement, she sort of pounced on me and stripped my own t-shirt off of me quickly. My sports bra followed in short order. My nipples hardened on their own. They didn’t seem to need any more help from her aside from her hasty undressing of them.
She wasn’t finished. Taking complete control over me in my love sick, sex starved, wine induced haze, she draped her right arm loosely over my shoulder while her left arm snaked between my arm and the side of my body. I felt her forearm just barely brush against the side of my breast as both of her hands emerged on the backside of my body. Her arms locked together loosely, holding me in a tight hug. I prepared for another staggering kiss, but she had another idea. She found my neck and pressed her warm mouth against it, kissing it gently.
I moaned slightly at that sensation.
I felt our bodies press together once again. I could feel the soft skin of her belly against mine as she rubbed herself against my denim covered thigh. I could certainly feel the heat rushing between my legs.
I started working on removing my own jeans and panties. When she caught on to what I was doing, her lips stayed on my neck but her hands joined mine to help me finish the job.
When they were off, she went right back to sucking gently on my neck but, with her weight mostly on me now, she took a step between my legs with her right leg. The action caused her to crouch slightly and I felt her nipples slip down my breasts. I also felt her weight start to pull me down. With her leg wrapped around my own, I couldn't take a step back to catch my balance. My moan turned into a surprised sharp intake of breath instead as I began to trip backwards, instead.
I felt Gevona's right hand slip up my shoulder and gently cradle my neck. Her left hand wrapped around my waist and she held me close. I still fell backwards, but I could feel her strong arms holding me up. I bent my knees slightly as I started to fall, allowing her to catch me. I arched my back slightly and then sat gently on my butt. I could feel her leg unlace from mine. In a few moments we both ended up on the floor. I was lying on my back, the weight of Gevona’s body on top of me. I could still feel her pussy kissing my leg, now silky with the removal of my jeans.
We lay together in that way for a few moments while my body reacted powerfully to her embrace. I felt my nipples growing harder as the pressure of Gevona's warm, soft body on top of me increased. I could feel my own pussy now, though the fabric of my panties, pressing deliciously against her thigh.
I’m not sure how long I simply allowed her to keep kissing my neck. When she started doing something different, it was so subtle that I didn't even notice right away. I was simply enjoying the sensation of being touched. I didn't even bother to try and tell myself anymore that we were just having a little fun at that point. I wasn't even r
eally thinking about the larger implications or anything else that really mattered to me in that moment.
I felt her soft, supple lips kiss my clavicle, the top of my breast, and my breastbone as she slowly began to move her lips down my body. As she pulled herself back, her breasts continued to slide down my own, increasing the friction on my aching nipples. Eventually, her breasts slipped off of mine and I could feel them against my belly. At the same time, I could feel her pussy slipping down my thigh. I gasped as her thigh moved out from between my legs and the beautiful friction on me dissipated but soon my attention returned to her lips. She was moving slightly faster now and I could feel her face moving down, down, between my breasts. I could feel her smooth cheeks as they actually brushed the sides of my breasts and against my hardened nipple. I moaned and rolled my head on the floor.
Her mouth opened wider and her tongue splayed out wet and thick on my breast. She moved her head that last inch over and I felt her rough, soft tongue splay across my desperate nipple. I sucked in air quickly and I felt all of my muscles tighten. I couldn't believe how much sensation her lick shot through my body. My toes tingled and the hair on the back of my neck stood on end.
Her tongue swirled around my nipple a few more times and then her mouth closed around it. I gasped as I felt her begin to suck gently on my nipple, pulling it deep into her mouth and flicking it with her tongue.
So caught up was I, I didn't realize that her fingers hand slipped lower until I felt her stroke through my hair. My legs spread a little farther apart and I felt a desperate need for someone or something to touch my exposed center.
She kissed my nipple once more, making me shudder. Then she once again began to trail her lips down my body. She left an unbroken chain of kisses down along the underside of my breast, across my stomach to my bellybutton and then down, slowly, between my legs.
I’m not sure how long it took for her to make this journey, but it felt like hours. Every place her lips touched felt like fire after she left, but the sensations against my skin were no longer what held my attention. I was leaning forward slightly, looking down between my breasts. My eyes were wide and I was staring intently at the top of her head. I could see the gentle curves of her body, the swell of her ass, her lithe legs. I could not think of anything else except for staying focused on her body. I knew what was about to happen and the anticipation was nearly overwhelming. If her mere kiss had taken my breath away, what would happen now?
