Clairvoyant Girlfriend

by Koby E Hill

  “Time for a little taste.” Alice leaned into her and smothered herself in Claire’s vagina. Out of all the times Alice had been in this exact spot with all her other lovers, no moment stood out as much as this one. And no vagina tasted more insatiable than that of the wife of the local police officer she’d met so many years ago at Crowden.

  Her nose, mouth, and lips were drenched with Claire’s fluids. She moved her nose from side to side, lapped up the moisture with her tongue, and sucked intermittently on the swollen orb at the top of her opening. Alice heard Claire’s hands smack hard against the wall, begging Alice not to stop.

  “Oh baby! Please, please, suck me hard. Baby, please.”

  As if there was any other option.

  Alice continued sucking as if her life depended on it. At the same time, she moved two of her fingers under her chin and began entering Claire. The inside was plushy, soaking, and spasming from the wonderful stimulation. She pushed her fingers deeper inside and felt Claire tense up against her. She began simultaneously sucking on her clitoris while penetrating her vagina with her fingers. Her opposing hand gripped onto the lovely flesh of her buttocks.

  Claire was gyrating violently and was beginning to lose her sense of balance. Alice kept this up for a fair amount of time, until Claire’s moans descended into uncontrolled whimpers. Her knees were buckling very close to the floor, so Alice lay on her back on the floor, and pulled Claire on top of her. She guided her by the hips to sit on her face, and continued the dedicated sucking and licking routine. Alice brought both fingers back up to Claire’s nipples that were dancing beautifully as she bobbed up and down on Alice’s mouth. Claire began grinding hard against her as muscle memory kicked in, as Alice kept rubbing her nipples with intermittently-placed pinches.

  “I’m going to fucking explode, Alice. I’m going to be nothing after this.” Claire whispered between deep breaths, while looking toward the ceiling of the cabin. She’d stopped bobbing and began grinding her pelvis against the outline of Alice’s mouth and jaw. Alice moved her mouth in unison with the movement. They locked eyes, and through the grey milky ghost of Alice’s left pupil, she saw every organ and its connecting tentacle of muscles and nerves, the dark throb of the brain’s firing of electricity, along with some of the most unordained thoughts Alice had ever observed within Claire’s mind. She had promised her long ago that she would do her best not to tap into this skill, but as with the most somatically-driven sex experience of her life, it was difficult to resist.

  Despite popular opinion, thoughts do not arrive sounding as clear as speaking on a phone line. They fade into perception like radio signals—muffled, layered, and often barely distinguishable from the other. It depends upon the skill set of the particular psychic to differentiate between the thoughts, to untangle the wires and line up a coherent sentence.

  This practice was a lot like breathing to Alice, so it only took mere seconds for her to hear what Alice was thinking as she rubbed her clitoris all over her face: Fuck, I haven’t cum in ages—fuck fuck fuck a real orgasm—why am I living a lie—fuck fuck yes, yes!

  Alice maintained her grip on her nipples and rotated them between her fingers with meaning. She knew that this would be one of the last times Claire would be able to be physically selfish, so she allowed her to wallow deeply in it. In this time that their bodies meshed together, nothing else needed to exist—not even the present was going to be acknowledged.

  Claire grabbed Alice’s hands and began massaging them against her breasts. They were perfectly round and full of womanhood. She allowed her to guide her as she bit her lip, flowing her hips back and forth with remarkable timing. Alice lifted Claire off her mouth, briefly aligned her hips with her own, and flipped her onto her back. She hovered her over the ground with one hand, and wrapped her legs around her waist. Alice lifted her upward with ease as they kissed again furiously. The taste of Claire’s pussy along with the fragrant aroma from her mouth made Alice’s own knees almost buckle. She maintained the hold of her small body and shuffled over to her bed. She placed her down lightly, helping her remove her parted blouse and the rest of her bra. Claire tossed the clothing onto the floor, and began unzipping Alice’s jacket. Alice stopped her immediately. “No, no my darling, tonight is all about you. That pussy is needing some special attention.”

  Claire continued despite Alice’s objections. “I want to feel your skin on mine. I need to feel your skin.”

  “Oh, baby,” Alice smiled. She stood up as Claire laid her bare body back onto Alice’s bed. Her left eye was partly closed, so she wouldn’t become overwhelmed by the masterpiece of a sight that was Claire’s naked frame. She unzipped her coat, removed her t-shirt, and ripped off her jeans in blunt movements. Claire laughed, then reached out for Alice’s hands.

  “Touch me again, baby, you know what I want.”

  Alice began crawling toward Claire, their naked skin finally connecting. “Yes, I do. I know exactly what you want.”

  Alice stopped at Claire’s chest and rested her chin between her breasts. She laid her entire weight onto Claire, where the mound of their vaginas touched. Claire moaned in response to this reunion. Alice took a nipple into her mouth, between her fingers, and began rubbing her vagina against Claire’s ample clit. The rubbing amplified in pace and began rocking the bed frame against the walls. Claire was grinding her hips hard against Alice’s, wrapping her legs around her waist for more leverage. It was like there was a string connected to her nipples, with electric shocks being sent through them like power through a wire. The sensation Alice produced through fingering and sucking at her nipples was unlike anything Claire had ever experienced. It was a practice that was guaranteed to bring her to orgasm, but the orgasm was also unlike anything Claire had ever experienced. The combination of her nipples being teased, along with her clitoris being constantly rubbed or riding hard against something, led to an experience that seemed to stretch beyond the human condition. Alice once described her experience of an orgasm to Claire like that of a star fish, or a big bang of a star in space—a spreading of gold glitter arms, slowly moving outward into the universe. It was the only way to poignantly pause the ongoing of their worlds.

  Alice had brought Claire to orgasm many times with this method, and it appeared to not have faded of usefulness since their last dalliance. The speed in which Claire began rubbing her hips against Alice’s grew faster as soon as Alice connected and locked into position. She kept the pressure even on one nipple between her fingers, while her mouth salivated and sucked gently on the other. Claire could have easily forgotten where she was, even the inconvenient fact that she was a married woman, lying with another woman on top of her and allowing her to touch the furthest heights of the human experience. She tilted her head backward, squinting her eyes shut, forcing herself to let go of any fear or expectation she’d been having of this interaction—actually, that she’d had at all in life. She rushed her hips into a rough bucking motion, but Alice slowed her down, forcing her own hips against Claire’s to follow. This allowed Claire to catch her breath, and lean even further into the prospect of letting go.

  Claire looked down just before a wash of the most ineffable sensation morphed her body into a single sensory unit—the sight of Alice’s grinning face between her breasts, who paused between sucking her nipples to whisper, “Cum for me darling, let everything go.” Well, it made her do just that.

  The warmth began between her legs and fired through all of her limbs, the pointed end of her nipples, and a splash of multicolored paint splashed over the blank surface of her mind. She moaned loudly, repeatedly saying her name and swearing in amusing intermittent patterns. For a moment, Alice stopped playing with her nipples while Claire relaxed her legs around Alice’s waist, lying flat on her back. She was breathing heavily while her body glistened with the tastiest of sweat. She opened her eyes and smiled—those deep-sea pools lost somewhere beautifully atmospheric.

  “Well, fuck, Alice. It’s been a long fucking time.” />
  “I would think that’s a ten out of ten then?” Alice had sat up and was sitting between Claire’s legs. She rolled a single finger from her bellybutton and down, rimming the sharp bone of her pelvis. She tested her clit lightly, making Claire laugh and shiver at the same time.

  “I think this may transcend a ten out of ten rating.”

  Chapter 3

  Alice unzipped her jacket and threw it onto the floor beside them along with her tank top. She lowered herself onto Claire, pulling her legs to once more wrap around her. They kissed intensely, tongues touching and lips sucking hard, taking turns consuming each other’s flavor. Alice could feel Claire’s wetness failing to dissipate, her passion elevating along with her body heat. Even without opening her left eye to observe the rate of blood flow and state of arousal, Alice could feel the thump of her heart between their closely-pressed layers of skin.

  While they moaned and sighed in one another’s embrace, Alice began moving her right hand between Claire’s legs. She slowly glided over her clit, making Claire gasp and break their seizing. While staring into her eyes with all of her good eye, Alice slid two fingers into Claire’s vagina with a lovely wet ease. She leaned her forehead onto Claire’s neck, in reaction to the sensation she’d been craving between the years they’d spent apart.

  “My God, Claire, you have no idea how much I’ve missed this. How much I’ve missed us. Missed you.”

  “You could have come to shove your fingers in my pussy anytime.” They laughed, a flicker of Alice’s left eye opening and simultaneously sensing the flush of dopamine and oxytocin filling up Claire’s brain-stem. She spoke softly as she moved her vagina against Alice’s fingers.

  “I’m serious, you know. You could have shown up anytime, and I would come running. There’s no point denying it anymore.”

  Alice closed her eyes hard. She suddenly began penetrating Claire with her two fingers, curling them upwards so she could touch the spongey insides of Claire’s G-spot. Claire flinched in response to the touch, then moved in unison so the touch became more frequent. The touch quickly grew firmer and firmer, making Claire feel something she rarely had the pleasure of trying to explain. After one of their many sexual encounters, Alice had told Claire that making her squirt was all the more satisfying as she tapped into it. She sensed it like a desert, desperately aching for rainfall and acting as the individual who would provide the release. The water in her mind’s eye was always a tropical orange, gushing as she pushed her fingers harder and with more focus. She could sense the ejaculatory liquid flowing through the funnel of her body, ready to erratically burst out of her magnificent vagina. The sense was the same for this occurrence—it took a few moments of patience to tap into it, but once Claire had faded back into that elusive fragrant state, she felt it pouring through her body like a rollercoaster. And like a rollercoaster, there was absolutely no chance of catching it with both her hands.

  Claire squirted with a roar. Her entire sense of self had escaped her, like her soul had temporarily left her body and was hovering on the ceiling. The sound she made when she had a G-spot orgasm were different from the orchestra of sounds she emitted during a standard clitoral orgasm. The sensation was wilder and more uncontrolled, which therefore, made the experience akin to something greater. Her screams were high-pitched and could have easily been mistaken for the bellows of pain. She had contorted her upper-body exorcist-style, pushing her palms against the bed that pointed her elbows in the air, her jaw hanging open and grinding from side-to-side. The liquid itself had fired out of her fast and consistent with Alice’s strokes. Alice managed to hop her head down fast enough between her legs to catch a few squirts into her mouth. It landed on her tongue like butter on a frying pan—instantly absorbed and simmering.

  Her taste was astounding. Just as astounding as Alice could recall from the last instance that she tasted her—which was some two to three years ago, in a hotel room right outside where she was stationed in Crowden. Her climax was so powerful that they heard footsteps outside the room from other tenants checking if the building was about to collapse.

  And just like the last time, Claire fell back to the bed with a hard smack. The bed frame shook as she breathed with her entire body, rising and falling with intensity. Alice licked her lips while her left eye quivered streams of color, pain and pleasure. The sheets below Claire were soaked. Alice touched them and smiled. She looked at her lover, her breasts rising and falling like the ocean’s current, her bodily moisture glinting with every flash of lightning. Alice allowed herself to return to reality, tapping into the smacks of rain flicking against her metal roof. Claire’s silhouette pulsed within the lightning blinks. The faint scent of rain surrounded her as she climbed beside Claire’s exhausted body. She kissed her neck, closing both her eyes to absorb the unique mix of sweat and her natural sweet scent. She leaned on her hands, waiting in silence.

  At this moment, and a few after, Alice would be the closest she’s ever been to feeling at peace. She, more than anyone else, understood how temporary every moment was. For Alice, they were tangible, and like everyone who ever wanted to hold onto something good, she too, wasn’t able to detect when to let go. Being with Claire was like holding onto tissue paper—beautiful, fragrant, delicate, a full-blown sensory experience. But the tighter she gripped, the more likely she was to pierce the surface, lose it to the wind and tear it to pieces. Alice’s touch was more meaningful than most, therefore, her impact was felt just as equally.

  Claire had expressed a desire to leave her husband for Alice on multiple occasions. She was the only soul, beyond her employers, who knew the extent of Alice’s sensitivity and abilities. She knew them, though, the way a person knows items on a list. There was no way for her to possibly understand what it was like for Alice to grow up with these things happening to her—an entirely independent experience. Naturally, she took her rejections as an assessment of her lacking. The truth was that Alice could have been in love with Claire all those years ago; and even now, she was never able to fathom what the emotion and its associated behaviors felt like.

  Alice stroked Claire’s cheek, running a single finger from the center to the bottom of her face. Claire turned to face Alice, finally. She grinned widely. “Do you think that that’s going to be one for the storage room?”

  Alice moved her fingers on Claire’s lips. “Every moment with you is stored in there. You’ve got your own gallery, babe.”

  Claire laughed slowly then turned onto her side. She was facing Alice, with Alice’s good eye half-buried in the sheet. The smile faded from Claire’s face as she reached out to touch her left eye. “Were the words ‘indefinitely’ actually used this time?”

  Claire ran her fingers over the scar. Feeling-wise, the nerve endings had completely burned themselves out, so she couldn’t feel anything from her eye to the area that followed along her skull. This was initially due to her accident, but the subsequent years of discovering and learning to control her abilities had fried what remained indefinitely.

  “You know they’ve never had the balls. But it was heavily implied this time. Unlike any time I’ve ever been summoned. There’s apparently something bigger…” Alice met with Claire’s hand and brought it to her mouth. She kissed each finger individually. “…something with newer capabilities that are more elusive this time.”

  Claire nodded. She wasn’t going to pretend to understand, certainly not at this point in the game. It has been three years since Alice and Claire have been involved. Shane, Claire’s husband, was involved with Crowden was less than minimal; it was safe to say that she knew more than he did thanks to their heated affair that began three summers ago. Shane had been assigned to prepare a personal security unit to protect the city that sat just outside Crowden. Shane only knew as much information that he was approved to have. Curiosity was never something that seemed to kill him. For Claire, though, the designated position of guarding “classified government research that is highly sensitive to electric signals” wa
sn’t sufficient enough as an explanation for why she was expected to have her entire background searched before Shane could land the position. Her inquiries brought her to an evening that included the most noted professionals on the matter, including Alice Prufrock. Alice called herself an “advisor” back in those days, and shared information masterfully sparingly when Claire poked and pried. But it didn’t take long for the two to begin feeling a mutual attraction—one that was solidified with wine and a long kiss in a study.

  But Alice still shared information as sparingly as possible. There was very little a non-psychic could comprehend what Crowden was attempting to do. But whatever small amount it was, Claire lapped it up. And Alice adored her for it.

  “Is it just you again? You participating, I mean?” Claire knew she was on the edge of prying again, but she figured she may as well try while they were together, with Alice’s defenses lowered. Alice shook her head.

  “They haven’t given me very much information. It feels intentional.”

  Claire scoffed. Alice raised her eyebrows theatrically. “What?”

  “I haven’t forgotten that you can read minds you know. You once stretched yourself over 50 kilometers to find out if I’d eaten dinner.”