Author's Note: There's some character development and overarching plot and some set up for future chapters here, so it's not a pure sex story.
Reader feedback for LJ in particular is the main reason I've added to this story, so feedback - positive or negative - is always welcome.
Oh, and yes. It's Kay.
What happened when Mia and LJ left The Jungle...
Mia brought her sexy high school jock back to her apartment complex and inside her fourth floor walk up. LJ followed closely, watching Mia's strawberry blonde hair bounce and fighting the urge to take two stairs at a time.
Once inside, Mia kicked off her heels and LJ followed suit with her converses.
LJ found herself in a full kitchen with a combo washer/dryer in the corner. Over the breakfast bar, she saw an open living room with dark espresso leather sleeper couch and easy chair set, a 72 inch TV with a massive sound system, and matching dark cherry walnut end tables, bookless bookcases, and a coffee table. The only furniture that didn't match was a rather conspicuously empty coat rack.
"Have you had any dinner?" Trying the cute boi's tongue tempted Mia immediately, but her annoying caretaker instincts forced her to offer comfort to a houseguest first. "There are mini pizzas in the freezer and there's root beer in the fridge. I'm going to freshen up a bit."
While her hostess visited the little girls' room, LJ raided the freezer. To her eyes, Mia exuded sophistication and glamour. The twenty-something lesbian apartment β complete with indulgent food and stylish furniture β didn't diminish that for her. It screamed freedom and choice, two things LJ wanted nearly as much as she wanted Mia. She grabbed a couple grilled caesar organic 7 inch pizzas and popped them in for the 3 minutes recommended.
Mia filled her fridge with girl food (other than a pack of Marlboro Reds which confused LJ as Mia wasn't a smoker). She kept flavored cream cheese, pakora, Barq's, celery sticks and cut carrots, pomegranates and avocados, feta cheese, baghrir and honey butter, cranberry juice, banana chips, and...beer.
An entire shelf held various brews; blueberry harvest ale, maple bacon porter, sour cherry stout, chocolate lager, java dunkel, irish red, and more. LJ might have gotten away with chugging at least one, if she hadn't been overwhelmed with options.
"I think I said
root
beer, no?" Mia smiled and got the pizzas out of the microwave. "It's right there in the door. Glasses are in the cabinet."
"Please? Just one beer?" LJ pleaded.
"Well..." Mia pretended to consider, thinking the allure that a forbidden beer had for the excited teen was cute. "Maybe just one. But leave the vanilla dubbel alone. Those are mine."
LJ snatched a strawberry sour ale. Her face scrunched up when she found the taste to actually be sour, and Mia nearly fell off her stool at the breakfast bar from laughter. The teen brushed off her rumpled dignity and hurried to more conversation.
"Why do you have so many cool beers?"
"A 'friend' of mine works at a local craft brewery and specialty beer importer. She keeps me well stocked."
"What do you do for her?"
Mia smiled and said nothing.
"Oh."
"Now, now. Wipe that wounded look off your face, Handsome. I'm thrilled to take you to bed and teach you a few things tonight, but I don't do commitment. I'm happy to give away some free milk, but I'm not looking to buy a cow."
"What?" The internally mixed metaphor just confused poor LJ.
"It's an old saying and I'm not exactly sure how to apply it clearly in our case. It mainly means that I'm not looking to get relationship-y. Besides, even if I wanted the girlfriend thing, I'm way too old for you."
"How old are you?"
"That's a rude question."
"You asked me first."
Mia smiled again.
"I'm 25. And you're making me feel ancient. So, are you ready to go have some fun before my old bones crumble?"
LJ hopped off her stool at the invitation and followed Mia to her bedroom.
The queen bed dominated the small room. The comforter and pillows were modern too and the head and foot boards were upholstered with the same dark espresso leather as the living room set. The inexperienced LJ would soon learn why that was such a good idea.
"You said something *long, lingering kiss* about wanting to lick my pussy next?" Mia asked the hot and bothered LJ.
"Uh-huh." An aggressive Mia pulled her into another impassioned kiss. The sweet boi's head started swimming again and she'd have said yes to almost anything. Being offered exactly what she wanted barely registered as she fell back under the sexual influence of her hot new teacher.
Mia recognized the haze of lust in her young lover. It was both flattering and energizing. Having a naΓ―ve baby butch proved a strong aphrodisiac.
Mia continued kissing LJ while removing her wool overshirt and paused briefly while pulling her tank and sports bra off. The femme drew her hips back to access and drop the baggy pants and help LJ step out of them. She also ripped off the useless thigh harness and tossed it aside.
Naked, LJ looked remarkably feminine. She certainly maintained a very high level of fitness and focused on cardio primarily, so her body exhibited long lean muscle. Yet her small breasts were pliant, her hips curved (albeit narrowly), and the pouty lips peeking from between her firm thighs were all-girl.
Mia had no "in depth" designs between those pouty lips, alluring as they were. Taking LJ's virginity that way constituted a bigger step than Mia would undertake. Most girls feel nervous and vulnerable about their unbroken hymens, and little butch girls usually more than most. Mia just wanted a fun night and had plenty of juicy fruits in mind to sample without popping LJ's cherry.
"It would now *kiss* be your turn *kiss* to undress me."
Mia's hands kneaded the newly-naked LJ's muscular ass, which distracted the sexy young boi.
"I said, 'undress me,' Handsome." Mia bit down on her lip mid-kiss to empathize her point. LJ had found herself a skilled teacher, but not a patient one. She soon also found her hands pulled to Mia's hem in irritation. There they fumbled briefly before Mia lost her patience entirely.
"So very lucky that you're handsome." Mia shoved LJ backward onto her waiting bed, "I suppose I'll have to take my clothes off myself, LJ."
The cute young boi felt embarrassed at having failed to kiss and disrobe her consummate lover at the same time.
Any mortification she may have felt however was quickly overcome by a new wave of lust at the sight of a shirtless Mia, who'd never disappointed a woman with her nakedness.
LJ wasn't a tough crowd either. She'd never seen a topless woman in person, outside of a locker room. There LJ discreetly avoided even glancing at other girls for fear of outing herself. From Mia's bed, she watched with rapt attention and loved every second.
Mia herself knew she'd been a trifle too demanding and liked to show off besides, so she made some spectacle of herself as she shimmied to shake her full, bare breasts and slowly peeled off her tight blue jeans.
"Alright," Mia relented and indicated her tiny pink and green striped thong, "you can remove the last bit."
LJ sat up eagerly. Her fingers stretched the fabric to get between the thong and Mia's warm skin, then pried the material down Mia's firm thighs until it slipped off her calves.
Her landing strip was strawberry blonde too.
LJ instinctively followed the Mia's magic scent toward its source and Mia had to stop the baby butch from going to her knees.
"Silly boi, let me lay back first and you can explore to your heart's content."
And LJ's heart was very content as she feasted between Mia's spread legs. She knelt there at the foot of the bed while Mia laid comfortably supported by a pile of soft pillows and sighed.
LJ lapped at her new fount of pleasure, losing herself in the smell, taste, and smoothness of warm, wet cunny. The soft little hairs tickled her nose and threatened to make her sneeze, but she soldiered through. Her fervent tongue dipped deep and lapped shallow, down to her taint and up to her mons, over her lips from one upper thigh to the other. She was quite determined to know her first lover's most intimate place with utter thoroughness and devotion.
Mia sighed and enjoyed. Her hand occasionally tousled LJ's shaggy brown locks and murmured encouragement. The teen's tongue in her warmed snatch was pleasant, if little more than pleasant.
Going down on a woman is very like riding a bike. Once you learn to ride your first, you can apply the skill to others with slight adjustments. As you develop your skill, you can ride faster and longer. Or you can have a very satisfying, leisurely ride to your intended destination.
But it is a skill, have no doubt. And very few people are successful on their first ride. Most end up falling on their ass.
Mia let her young lover satiate her curiosity for a while, but was driven to action as her own arousal waxed and odds of satisfaction waned.
"LJ, would you like to see a real strapon?" Mia felt no urge to wound the baby dyke's pride, but wanted something more substantial inside her than a rollicking β but directionless β tongue.