Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers
Exhausted, I stared over my naked lower body at the blonde perched on the edge of the SUV seat.
"Goodness, Beth," I sighed. "I've never felt anything at all like that!"
She smiled. "I wish that I could say I saw the need in your eyes, Callie, and acted on it - but the truth of the matter is, I just wanted to fuck you."
"Well, I'm okay with that and all." I was quiet for a moment, trying to screw up the courage to ask for what I wanted, at that moment, more than anything else on earth.
"I'd like to...umm..."
"Umm?" she asked, quizzically, her fingers idly stroking my calf.
"It felt so good for me, that I'd like, um..."
"Oh," she laughed. "You'd like to eat my pussy?"
I felt my face turning red. "Yeah...yes." Was I being naively shy, or was she being a little cruel? I kind of hoped that she was being cruel, because I was enjoying submitting to her.
"Honey, I'd like that. I'd like that a lot. Just the thought of me sitting here, and you kneeling in front of me, your mouth on my wet pussy, your tongue licking up my cum, your breath racing over my clit...I'm almost ready to cum again. Here, feel." She took my hand and slipped it under the waistband of her shorts, then inside her panties.
Her crotch was dripping, and so hot. My finger had a mind of its own, slipping between her slick labia, into her tight, hot tunnel. I'd finger fucked myself on occasion when jilling, but with the different angle, and knowing it was another woman's vagina my finger was exploring - or trying to explore - it was rapidly getting me excited again.
Beth shivered. "Aaah, yesssss, goood," she moaned. Then she pulled my hand out from her shorts. "But I've got to go. Got to make dinner for Alex." I looked at her curiously.
"Well, I told you I have a daughter," she said, her blue eyes steady on mine. "Is it so surprising that I have a husband, too?"
"No...no," I said. "I just assumed that...well, it was dumb of me..."
She brushed back a stray lock of blonde hair from over her eye in what I could only guess was an exasperated manner.
"Let me guess, you figured that I was divorced, otherwise I'd have been at the game with my hubby, and I certainly would never fuck another woman if I were married - is that about right?"
"I didn't really think about it," I said, which was true. After all, when WOULD I have thought about that? "Why are you being so sarcastic?" I thought to myself, although I found it exciting.
"I'm sorry, Callie," Beth said. "Look, I loved fucking you, and I'd like to fuck you again - and again - but I have to find satisfaction where I can. I found it with you, god knows it was wonderful, but I have a whole other life, too."
"It was my fault, thank you for everything, I'm sorry for assuming anything-" I reached for my pants - it's hard to make a graceful exit when you're naked - when Beth took my face between her hands.
"Listen to me. I'd like to make a place for you in my life, okay?" My nod was slight, but she could feel the skin of my scalp move a little under her fingers. "It's hard for me to do that, and it may involve sneaking around on my husband, AND on my daughter - are you willing to be a part of that?"
"I...I don't know," I confessed. "Please let me think about it, please. My body says 'yes,' and maybe my heart does too, but my head says, well, 'no'."
Her expression softened. "Fair enough."
Then she kissed me, and all the desire I had felt for her rushed back, overwhelming me. I put my arms around her, and pulled her close, wanting Beth in me, and around me, and to be a part of her. Is there such a thing as love at first sight? Love at first fuck?
Yes. No. Maybe? I just had never felt such a lust, such an irresistible sexual attraction to another woman. To someone with the same type of parts as me, but so goddamn exotic and different. My own vagina had never been all that attractive to me, other than for digital pleasure, but now I had an overwhelming desire to see, and smell, and touch, and most of all, taste Beth's hot, pink pussy. I almost laughed, it was so funny.
Whatever. I wanted her pussy, and I wanted her to have mine, and whatever else of me she desired.
"Oh, Beth," I sighed. "Can I call you?" With that, we both knew what our near future would bring.
She smiled. "Yeah, during the day. And soon, okay?" We kissed again, my heart soaring. I knew it was wrong, and I didn't care.
I called her the next day, during an open period at school. I thrilled at the sound of her voice, and truthfully, my clit tingled during our brief conversation. We'd meet the next day - I immediately sent the principal a note that an emergency had come up, and I'd have to miss the next day's classes.
The next day, a Friday, I woke early - in truth, I couldn't sleep from excitement. I felt the anticipation of a young girl going on her first date. A little trepidation, too, but mostly excitement. In the bathtub, I lingered, bubbles clinging to my feet as I occasionally added hot water with my talented toes, my fingers finding and stroking my little pink clitoris. I didn't want to come then, I just wanted to raise my level of excitement. I thought that my vulva would explode!
Ordinarily, I just took a quick shower in the morning, but obviously that day would be special. I dressed, ate a quick, light breakfast, and then drove over to Beth's. She lived in a lovely two level, modern style house on a cul-de-sac, in a very nice part of town. I parked at the next house down, as directed, then walked over to her house.
"Oh, darling, you look BEAUTIFUL!" Beth exclaimed as I entered, as she held the door open for me. She kissed me lingeringly on the cheek. "And you smell scrumptious," she added.
She was dressed in a powder blue silk caftan, with a high open slit on the left side, showing one slim thigh as she moved, and lace around a similar slit in the top of her gown that echoed the first, but centered from her throat down to her cleavage. I had worn a more business-like black Ann Taylor triacetate jacket, with arabesque pencil skirt.
Her long, blonde hair cascaded down over her shoulders. Her lips were a deep red. I felt drawn to them. Beth saw me lick my own lips, and took me lightly in her arms. "Darling, I missed you so." We kissed, our lips coming together as though drawn by inexorable forces, and I was in heaven.
Her right hand rested on my upper back, while her other held the back of my head. Her hand slipped down, and I felt her mold it to my ass, cupping my round buttocks through the fabric of my skirt, and my panties. Selfishly, I had skipped wearing a half slip - my intent was to end up wearing little to nothing while in her arms.
"Such a cute little ass...may I make love to it?" she asked, teasingly.
I shivered with the anticipation of pleasure to come, a pleasure in and of itself, no? "Yes," I murmured into her cheek.
"Come," she said, taking my hand. "Let me show you the house." I expected a tour of the downstairs, perhaps a show kitchen of ultra-modern conveniences. Instead, she led me up the wide, straight staircase into a large bedroom at the top of the stairs on the second floor.
"This is where I will bathe you, and where I will eat you, and where we will sleep in each other's arms. And if you wish, where you may pee and shit, if that is your need...or taste."
I gasped. Her inclinations were very much more extreme than I had considered...although I wasn't so offended that I made an effort to leave. She stripped me, gently removing my jacket, delicately hanging it on an old-fashioned valet. "Alexander uses that for his suits, when he's too lazy to actually hang them up," she said, with a sneer.
She did the same with my skirt, followed by my blouse. Standing before her in lace bra and panties (matching, for once), I didn't know what to do with my hands as she walked around me several times, as though inspecting me. Judging me. I was beginning to feel very insecure, when she spoke.
"Your body is absolutely perfect, you're amazingly beautiful, Callie," she said, and I thought I could see the truth in her eyes. Or perhaps, I just wanted to. As she circled me, her hands would lightly pass over some part of my body - most often, my ass, or breasts, or the curve of my waist.