Chapter 5
"Acceptance"
Benita walked down the sidewalk with quick and definite strides; she was a woman on a mission. Tunnel-vision is the best way to describe both her vision and her thoughts. All she could see and think of was "Stacey."
Benita had just gotten into a fight with Carmen when Benita had tried to initiate sex. Carmen had stormed off, leaving Benita alone with a massive erection and the aggravation of being so close to sexual release then not achieving it. It was as Benita was in the change room, feeling sorry for herself that Stacey's open invitation for sex came to mind.
As Benita entered the coffee shop where she had shared a few cups of coffee with Stacey, her excitement piqued. It took but a bare glance around the coffee shop before her eyes locked onto Stacey. Without wavering in her gaze one bit, Benita strode quickly over to Stacey, leaning in as soon as she was at the table. All the while Stacey had a bit of a "Deer in the headlights look," until at the last moment she regained her composure.
"You said you wanted sex, right?" Benita said in a direct tone of voice while keeping her voice down, her eyes still boring into Stacey's.
"Someone's in a mood," Stacey said playfully with a Cheshire-cat grin.
"Yes or no," Benita demanded.
"Yes, Honey, I'm still interested," Stacey replied in a sensuous manner, her eyes taking an obvious tour of Benita's body.
"Now?" Benita said as she leaned in with a cocky grin of her own.
"Sure. You don't waste any time, do you?" Stacey replied with a grin and a chuckle.
"If we do this, we do this my way, understood?" Benita said in a firm tone, her eyes, as yet never wavering from looking deep into Stacey's eyes.
"I usually like to be in charge, but you seem to be in such a mood . . . it may be fun. Just remember that I can still refuse you at any time," Stacey said in a playful, yet sensuous, manner while smiling at Benita.
"And I can walk away from you at any time," Benita replied with the same playful, yet sensuous manner.
"Agreed," Stacey replied with a pleased smile as she stood up. "My place is not far," she added as she picked up her coffee and began pushing baby Dean's stroller.
"You have changed. Such confidence . . . I like it!" Stacey added after she and Benita had exited the coffee shop.
When they finally arrived at Stacey's apartment, Benita paused to look the place over as Stacey put Dean down for his nap. Benita paced and felt like a tigress getting ready to pounce on an unsuspecting prey. Still Benita strained to keep calm and not act too quickly or too hastily.
The apartment was in an older building not far off Whyte Avenue and indeed not far from the coffee shop Stacey frequented. It had the charm of an old building but it had been well maintained and well cared for over the years. As a whole the building looked to be in immaculate condition.
As for Stacey's place, it was a two bedroom apartment and one bedroom was for baby Dean and the other was for Stacey and her husband. The apartment was decorated with upper-scale furnishings, yet baby-things were scattered about. The leather couch and glass coffee table reflected the better off couple enjoying their success. The baby-seat and baby-bottles were evidence of a new baby in the home. One wondered how long the leather couch would stay in the pristine condition it was in now.
Benita wandered into the master bedroom to look around and liked what she found. The focus of the room was the queen-sized bed which had a solid wood frame with an oversized headboard and footboard. On either side of the bed were matching nightstands and off to one side was a large dresser with a large mirror attached. The position and size of the dresser and mirror meant that anyone on the bed could easily see the whole bed in the mirror.
Tucked neatly inside the drawer of one of the nightstands two items gave Benita a wicked idea: a sleeping mask and a pair of handcuffs (with key nearby). Knowing this was just what she needed Benita made note of them but did not disturb them.
"See anything you like?" Stacey asked as she appeared in the doorway and put her hand high on the doorframe, thrusting her opposite hip out.
"Absolutely," Benita said with a smile as she turned to face Stacey.
Both women knew what was going to happen as they moved in and embraced, their lips drawn to one another. It was a kiss that was hard and passionate, both women pulling and pawing at one another. Stacey soon had two handfuls of Benita's ass and was trying to pull Benita's groin close, aching to rub their pussies together.
Yet, even as Stacey and Benita kissed with wild abandon, Benita knew enough to keep her groin pulled back, just a bit. Stacey did not know about Benita's cock but would soon find out in splendid fashion, though not before Benita wanted her to.
"Strip woman!" Benita ordered as she broke the kiss and shoved Stacey further into the bedroom.
"Oooh, yes, Honey," Stacey cooed as she stood not far from the bed.
Benita watched with hungry eyes as Stacey began to remove her clothing, one item at a time. First the shorts came off, with an accentuated wiggle of her hips. Next came the slim fitting blouse, allowing the breasts Benita lusted for spring into view, restrained only by the nursing bra. Stacey ran her hands up and cupped her breasts as she smiled wickedly at Benita, wiggling her hips in a sexy dance.
"Stop stalling and strip!" Benita sternly ordered as she closed her eyes to slits.
"Yes, Honey," Stacey said with a smirk and a wink.
Stacey removed her panties to reveal a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair above a clean shaven pussy. Stacey paused only long enough to run a finger up her slit and lick her finger clean. Stacey then reached behind her, unfastened her bra and slipped it down off her arms and then tossed it to the side, near her other clothes.
Benita's face drained of all expression and she actually drooled as her eyes drank in the large, lactating breasts on display before her. Stacey smirked proudly as she examined Benita's face.
"Wanna taste?" Stacey said as she lifted up her left breast and squeezed out a small sampling of breast milk, which she shot into her mouth.
"Later, right now there's something I gotta do," Benita said with a smirk on her determined face as she stepped towards Stacey.
Benita moved in and kissed Stacey, while holding her head. Once the kiss was over Benita held Stacey by a firm grip on a clump of her blonde hair. Wordlessly Benita directed Stacey to kneel on her hands and knees on the middle of the bed. Benita then reached into the nightstand and retrieved the handcuffs.
"You know, some people might consider it rude to snoop through other peoples things," Stacey said with a smirk lessening her mildly offended expression.
"I like to be prepared," Benita said as she picked up the handcuffs and fastened one of Stacey's wrists into the handcuffs.
"If Dean cries, you will let me out, right?" Stacey asked with a touch of nervousness in her voice and fear lingering in the corners of her eyes.
"Absolutely," Benita said reassuringly, with a smile on her otherwise serous expression.
"That's all I ask," Stacey said as she watched Benita loop the other handcuff around a bar in the bed's headboard.
When the handcuff was fastened to Stacey's other wrist, she was now handcuffed to the headboard in a kneeling position. Benita moved in and kissed Stacey to show her appreciation for being so compliant. Benita then reached into the nightstand drawer and removed the sleeping mask. Stacey's eyes were more than slightly worried as Benita placed the sleeping mask over her face.
"I don't know if I should be excited or nervous," Stacey said with a nervous giggle as the sleeping mask closed off all of her vision.
"It'll be fun," Benita whispered in Stacey's ear, causing her to shudder. "Trust me," Benita added before she walked to the end of the bed and stripped as soon as she could.
Benita brought her face close to the very wet pussy between Stacey's thighs and inspected a pussy for the first time, up close. Her touches started as curious probing, but being spurned on by Stacey's coos and moans Benita got bolder. Soon Benita was madly thrusting two fingers in and out of Stacey's pussy and Stacey was moaning like a whore in heat.
The glint of the light on her slick fingers caught Benita's attention one time and it was then, as if for the first time, that she was playing with another woman's pussy. Yet, Benita was not panicked or upset as she would have been a few weeks ago; instead she was happy and turned on.
Curious and intrigued on how Stacey would taste, Benita withdrew her finger and stared at it for a moment while Stacey whimpered in frustration. It was not a moment later before Benita brought her fingers close to her mouth and licked a sampling. Savouring the taste and instead of being freaked out, she wanted more.
Benita leaned in and licked Stacey's pussy right down the slit from clit to glory-hole. Stacey shuddered and moaned deeply as Benita turned around and lay on her back and settled in for a long session of pussy licking. It was Benita's purpose to make sure Stacey was wet enough for the good and hard fucking that Benita was dying for. This was an unexpected detour, in Benita's plan, yet it was something she wanted, even needed, to explore.
"Oh yeah! Eat me, Honey!" Stacey said in a lusty growl as her whole body started to quiver in pleasure and anticipation.
