Angela
There were five of us in the room, each of us sexy in their own way.
Some of us had large breasts, some of us smaller. One of the girls
had hardly any at all, and she was the sexiest one there.
Maybe because she was naked on the couch having her pussy eaten. Her
name was Tara, and she was pulling the other girl into her perfectly
trimmed mound and thrusting at her mouth hard. She grunted and rubbed
her nipples, rushing towards her orgasm.
I had already flung my black thongs into to the corner and was reclining
against a chair, gently rubbing my own pussy that was wet with anticipation.
None of us had prepared for this; a slumber party at Ashley's and
Truth or Dare.
Having her pussy eaten was Tara's dare. The lucky girl eating it was
a volunteer. I saw her slip a few fingers in Tara's pussy and begin
thrusting. Tara moaned her encouragement. I reached down and rubbed
my clit, spreading my lips wide and dipping into my pussy. Marie,
the only girl who had yet to take her panties off was watching so
I turned my pussy towards her and kept at it.
I couldn't take her looking at me anymore and I crawled to her, reaching
out and grabbing her white cotton panties and
Rrrringgg!
Dammit!
I lost my concentration!
I let the machine answer the phone and got up from my bed and wandered
into the office, intent on finding something sultry so that I don't
have to think.
Too bad I'm so damn picky.
It needs to be perfect.
Not too over done, not too clichˇ
It's not often that I browse the selections, looking for credible
submissions to inspire me, and when I do, my search often becomes
a quest or a crusade to find that perfect storyteller, the one who
gives me the original images that fill up my head, makes we want to...
The weather is deteriorating and I ignore the predictions of increasing
thunderstorm intensity and log on to start my search — from
the index I choose Lesbian Sex. My favorite.
A thousand titles with the lesbian buzzwords of "High School" and
"Sorority." Or the popular "first-time." A few "stewardess'," a couple
"mom's" and "mother's," even a "sisters." Most of the titles have
proper names in them, most of those names ending in the letter 'A'
in an attempt to sound seductive and sexy like "Talia's Sultry Weekend"
or "Anna Becomes a Slave."
Most involve a chance encounter, an innocent brush that leads to exploration
and discovery. Or the two friends who dare each other and then realize
that they've had a crush on each other their whole lives. I also like
the seduction plot, the younger, innocent girl being taken advantage
of by the more experienced lesbian (often bisexual) and then discovering
that she liked it. Masturbation is a common instigator, too. Either
the protagonist walks in on someone, is walked in on, or is aroused
by secretly witnessing someone, etc.
Not without merit, but typical. I'm getting more aroused and want
it bad and in my desperation, I let the website's story spinner choose
one for me at random and I hope.
"Weekend of Desire." I hit the back button on my browser and start
over. I read the title:
"A Vampire's Forgotten Lust."
Gothic is good and perfect for a gloomy night like tonight. I read
on:
Her hair was like midnight, burning thin black lines across her
pale undead flesh. Her breasts hung gently, their small size like
the distant moon gleaming in the twilight of ancient rhythms.
What? I continue, much to my own dismay.
She steps out of the shadow that was partially obscuring her and
I see her in all her ethereal glory. Her skin is like porcelain and
bears no imperfection, except for the occasional blue vein that shows
through. Her form is not even disrupted by the expected dark triangle
of nether-hair, helpful to point the way to the sweet salvation of
my insatiable lust. I look closer and her mons almost sways as she
walks toward me, it glistens with anticipation of the fated union
with my own gate of desire.
That's it. I press the back button and start my search over. I think
I'll look without the computer helping. I sample a few others, turning
them down for gross mutilations of the human language and the use
of such non-sexy words as "cunny", "slash", and "sex." Talk about
an irrational pet peeve. I actually read this sentence: "She moved
her hand down and began to rub my sex." That almost killed my
quest right there, but my own pleasure-seeking fervor was stronger
than any grammatical error.
I search again.
"Jenna and Salina: More than friends?" Next.
"Barbara at the Beach." No.
"Lessons." Could be something here. Then I see the author's login
name is JimmysGiantDong. Nothing worse than a guy trying to
describe what two women do to each other while having sex. It is certainly
within the realm of possibility that a man can have that type of understanding,
but I would like more than the textual description of the last porno
flick this guy saw.
I search again, eventually selecting "My First Day in College" because
I need to; my body is demanding it. If there is a clichˇ that is guaranteed
to make my day, it's the innocent realism of collegiate life in the
dorm rooms, and the ever-present girl-talk-in-panties scene. I make
myself comfortable and set my mouse to auto-scroll so I can enjoy
the benefit of both hands.
The story begins:
State University is a busy place. The campus is teaming (sic)
with life and activity and girls. You never thought that you would
be here, in school to see such magnificent. (sic) You race
to your room and your wet you can barely contain your orgasm as you
ride up the elevator.
You flop down on you bed and jam four fingers in your twat, the
squishing sound makes you come again and again.
That's it! I could handle the second-person perspective and even the
dreadful spelling errors, but to think that any writer could assume
that a sound emanating from a moistened vagina is enough to inspire
an orgasm "again and again" is too much.
Perhaps I should write my own? Eroticist pleasure thyself? Too late
now: I'm already in overdrive. I need to find something. The lights
flicker and I wonder about my computer and the effects lightning will
have on it. I shrug it off and continue my search.
"Kara's New Friend." Whatever. I'll read it anyway.
Her name was Tabitha, but I called her Tabby, because she was my
little cat in so many ways. She liked to lick my pussy and keep it
clean and she purred when she fingered my snatch.
We were a funny pair; she being beautiful and me being the typical
dyke.
Dammit! I cannot possible enjoy a story where one of the main characters
in a knuckle-dragging, jack-booted she-male. Sorry. Bless you, PhatGrrrl69,
for filling someone else's fetish, but not mine.
I prepare to search again and there is a knock at my door. Probably
a neighbor wanting a flashlight in case the power goes out. I put
on a pair of boxers and a sweatshirt and walk to the door, hoping
to hide any outward appearance of the night's activities. Impatiently,
they knock again before I get there.
I open then door and am surprised by my visitor. She is a young woman,
about my age but slightly taller with a build that suggests athletics
of some sort. Her hair is darker than is should be, plastered to her
head from the torrent of rain she must have walked through. Her make-up
had run a bit, leaving her with "raccoon-eyes" that had started to
expand down her face. I noticed that she did not have the benefit
of a raincoat or jacket and the rain had soaked her completely. She
shivered uncontrollably as she hugged herself to keep warm. I gamble
and stole a glance at her breasts. They pressed unhindered against
her shirt, their roundness a aesthetic compliment to their perkiness
and the nipples easily creating tiny bulges against the thin material.
The rain had made the white shirt almost see-through and her areolas
were visible in the dim porch light. I was guessing that these were
not her most favorable conditions, but the effect was still stunning.
"Hi," she said, her voice high-toned and musical. "Can I borrow your
phone?"
"Of course," I responded, stepping back to let her in. "Let me get
you a towel." I returned with the towels and handed them to her. She
quickly wrapped one around her shoulders and used the other one to
dry her hair.
"Thank you so much," she said. "I'm sorry to bother you."
"No bother," I replied. "You look like you could use the help. Would
you like some coffee?"
"No, thanks. I'll just make a phone call and be on my way. I don't
want to bother you too much."
I nodded and showed her the phone in the kitchen. She stood with her
back to me as she made her call. I noticed that her pants hadn't fared
to well in the elements and like her shirt, had become a second skin,
easily revealing the shapely curve of her ass and the lines of her
thong. She told the person on the other end of the phone where she
was and then she looked like she got some bad news.
"Thanks for the phone," she said, almost sadly handing back the towel.
I smiled to myself as I saw her nipples again. "I'm going to go wait
for the tow truck by my car."
"What's the rush?" I asked. "It'll be awhile. The news said Burgess
Road is flooded. That's the only way in."
She looked sad. "I know. That's what the towing service said. Maybe
you could let me borrow a blanket "
I almost snorted. "Of course not! You're not going anywhere, so you
might as well kick off your boots and follow me to the bathroom. You
can get out of those wet clothes and take a shower if you like. Follow
me."
I led her to the bathroom and showed her where the towels were. I
told her set her clothes outside the door and I'd get them dried.
She thanked me again and turned around to undress. I smiled as I went
to get her a robe.
I had just finished making hot chocolate when she stepped into the
kitchen. Her mascara had been scrubbed off and she looked magnificent,
almost magical. I could see that her skin was slightly dark, not from
tanning but something in her ancestry. She had towel-dried her hair
and ran her fingers through it to straighten it, a comfortable look,
like she was visiting an old friend, not a complete stranger.
"Here. Hot chocolate." I gave her a mug and she took it, wrapping
her hands around it "What should I call you? I'm Aimee."
"Angela," she replied with a smile, very Cheshire Cat-like. "You live
here alone?"
I nodded easily. I had set the alarm and was sure she was only making
conversation. "I inherited it from my grandfather. He made his fortune
in metals and had this house built years and years ago. Wasn't too
long ago that the first neighbors started building out here."
Angela nodded. "That's where I was coming from, a neighbor of yours.
I dance for a living. Modern and Jazz. A producer is a friend of my
sister's and I had met with him to discuss a new project. Boy, was
that wrong for me. He want dancers to dress up as organs. Like the
heart and liver. Things like that."
"Sounds weird," I responded. "Do you want to go sit by the fire? There's
one in the office. She nodded and I led her down the hall. Just as
we entered the room I remembered that I had left the computer on.
Hopefully, she wouldn't notice the website that I was still logged
onto.
"Is that Literotica.com?" she asked.
Yep¨ she noticed, I thought.
"Uh, yeah. I was, uh, just browsing for laughs," I said uneasily.
By the look on her face I could tell she new what I was doing, or
preparing to do.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Should I leave you alone to finish?" I felt a little
flutter in my chest. She was flirting. Maybe.
I quickly scanned the desk and there in all its incriminating glory
was my vibrator. The large knobby kind that couldn't be mistaken for
anything else. Usually just handling that was enough to get me aroused,
but now that I was caught with it?
"Oh, no. I can wait 'til you leave. Wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable."
I was joking, really. Trying to sound nonchalant about it. Then she
dropped the bomb.
"Oh, I wouldn't be uncomfortable. I do it myself." Cheshire grin again.
"Have you read "Breathing in Silence" yet?"
I shook my head.
"You should. I'll wait." She sat by the fire and I sat down at my
computer and found the story.
It was the eve of her wedding and she had run from the chapel in
an attempt to rid herself of her impending marriage. She did not love
the man she was betrothed to marry, nor did she expect that she would
possess the weakness to let the relationship reach this point. But
now that she had come to a realization, she had to correct it; had
to find her true self and decide if she was truly who she suspected
she might be.
Not bad, I thought. I read on. It took only a few minutes before I
got to the sex and this was what I'd been looking for. Somehow Angela
had known I felt the pressure building and discovered that my hand
had crept into my boxers and towards my crotch. My breathing had gotten
a little shallower.
"Do you like it so far?" Angela asked from where she now stood close
to my chair. I nodded silently, noticing that she had shed the borrowed
robe. "Maybe you should continue."
I read more, careful to not tear my boxers off and shove that little
green vibe deep inside me. I was that horny. So horny that I didn't
resist when Angela placed a hand on my face, turning it to face hers.
She kissed me deeply, with her beautiful blue eyes closed and her
totally involved it the moment.
She held me like that for a long time, her tongue in my mouth, twisting
against mine, the tips flicking against each other. She didn't try
to touch my breasts of finger me during this; she only kissed me with
her entire soul.
The kiss shook me. I had never been kissed so completely before and
I gladly let my control slip away. I reached out to Angela again and
she pulled my hair gently, drawing my head back to expose my neck
where she kissed my softly, whispering into my skin, causing it to
tingle. I felt her tongue by ear and I smiled.
She pulled my sweatshirt off in a single, fluid motion, exposing my
breasts to her waiting lips. She kissed them softly all over, licking
around the nipples, licking all over. I've never been one to consider
my breasts large, and now I was grateful for that genetic oversight
as Angela was eagerly stuffing an entire breast in her mouth, sucking
hard as she licked the nipple. I quivered in my chair.
She grabbed the front of my boxers and pulled them off, reaching a
hand around my hips to help when they got stuck. She flung them on
the floor and traced a finger down my thin, precisely groomed strip
of pubic hair.
"Sexy," she said, running that finger down my clit and almost entering
my hole. She lightly traced it around my lips and up and down my thighs.
She did this slowly and then replaced her fingers with her mouth.
She put my feet on the desk and I leaned the seat back. I felt her
tongue flickering quickly across my lips, up my thighs, and over my
clit. She licked way down to my asshole and I gasped. She jabbed her
tongue deep inside my pussy and licked furiously, sucking my clit.
I reached up and pinched my nipples, moaning my encouragement.
She lapped my pussy with long swipes, using her whole tongue, from
the bottom of my hole way up to the top of my clit. She went lower
and lower, eventually licking my asshole deliberately and slowly.
Like my pussy, she jabbed her tongue in deeply, without warning. I
gasped again.
She did that for ten minutes, licking inside me, alternating randomly,
before she grabbed my little green vibe and slid it into my pussy.
She held it in place with her chin while she sucked my clit and flashed
her tongue over it. My body began to tighten up as the orgasm approached
and I felt a finger slid into my ass. I grunted and felt another.
Whatever concern I had felt at having two fingers slide into my virgin
ass quickly disappeared as the vibrator and her tongue sent me blistering
over the edge in an orgasm that had no rival in intensity. I moan
or screamed loudly and I bucked my hips into her face and pulled her
hair. I felt my pussy throb with each thrust of her fingers in my
ass. She pulled them out and took out the little green vibe. She kissed
me hard, trusting her tongue my mouth, forcing me to suck it and taste
my juices on her tongue.
I like it.
She pulled me off the chair and onto the floor. She had discarded
her robe and she crawled on top of me, pointing her smooth pussy at
me. I dove in vigorously, inspired by her lips on my own pussy.
She was wet, probably wetter than I had been. I licked up and down,
trying to be gentle and losing the battle. She grabbed me head and
forced my face hard into her pussy. She took her lips off my pussy
and got up to her feet, still crouching over me. She slid her asshole
right on to my tongue.
This was new territory for and I was apprehensive. I tried to guide
my tongue back to her pussy, but she reached back and pulled my head
again, making sure I new what she wanted. I dug in and let her have
it.
I licked and sucked at her asshole, doing my best with an unknown
technique. I fingered her pussy, too. She shoved my hand in her pussy
while she rubbed her clit. She rode them all, the whole time grunting
and groaning until she came.
Loudly.
A long, breathy, "Ahhhhhh!" came first, then she switched to an "Ohhhhhh!"
I shoved my fingers in harder and licked deeper. She kept riding my
face and felt certain that she would break my nose. She didn't she
only fell off of me and spun around, kissing me again.
Without so much as a word, she rolled me onto my side and lifted my
leg. She crawled to me and pressed her pussy right against mine and
began grinding her clit into mine. We were wet and smooth, a delicious
combination when rubbing body parts. I had never been here before
and I like it. Then I felt the little green vibe again.
This time it was in my ass. I was so wet the last time that the little
green vibe was still lubed and it slid right in. It was cranked up
all the way and she fucked me in the ass hard as she ground into me.
I came hard, my body jerking and spasming with each delicious thrust
in my ass and grind against my clit. I slumped over on the floor,
sweaty and enjoying the afterglow. Angela had come too, riding my
leg and pussy while never giving up on my ass. She breathed heavy
against me and could feel each breath she took. Her devilish grin
had returned.
"I don't need to ask if you enjoyed that," she said, reaching over
to pinch my clit. I twitched at the pleasant sensation. "The look
on you face is enough."
I smiled back at her and snuggled closer. I awoke like that in the
morning.
Alone.
I looked around my little office and the fire had died down and there
on my computer screen was the entire experience, written out in detail.
Had I written that? Was it all a fantasy?
I scrolled to bottom of the page and there was a phone number and
a name: Angela. |
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