Chapter 02
Realisation
Molly peeled her eyes open and looked across to her alarm clock. Its familiar red glow was missing. She then felt the warmth and pressure of a hand on her left breast. An unfamiliar hand. A soft hand. A woman's hand! She'd done it! She'd gone to Bob's and spent the night in bed with her!
Molly tried to remember what had happened but between a rapidly diminishing tiredness and the remains of two bottles of wine she was struggling. She remembered getting there, she remembered the drinking -- quite a lot of drinking... Bob's boobs flashing at her... She remembered music. The tour... ending in Bob's room -- this room! Molly looked up at the headboard and saw the handcuffs. An image zipped through her mind; she was in those handcuffs -- and Bob's face was in her cleavage. She really had done this!
The rest of the night came back a piece at a time, and as it did, Molly became more and more aroused. She could feel her nipples start to tighten under Bob's fingers, her pussy starting to moisten. There were two options as far as she could see -- DIY or wake Bob. Molly knew herself well, but Bob seemed to know things that she liked before she even knew she liked them!
The decision was made -- Molly rolled over to face Bob, keeping within the warm embrace of her arms. She lay there a moment, taking in the details of Bob's face, the woman who had shown her so much, allowed her to experience, to change so much and, of course, enjoy so much. Last night's sex was the best she'd ever had -- not just when Bob had been fingering her pussy, but when she had been fucking her with the strap-on... Molly had only just remembered that part!
She'd been face first in the bed as Bob frantically pounded in and out of her pussy. If Molly thought she was turned on before, she was on fire now! She tentatively lifted her hand to Bob's breast and started to caress it, rubbing her thumb in small circles around the nipple as her palm and fingers cupped and kneaded the firm, fleshy orb.
Bob's eyelids fluttered, but no more than that -- she was still out for the count. Molly kissed her forehead, then her lips before snaking her way down the bed so she could suck on Bob's breasts. Last night when she had tried this, she was pushed away, so she hadn't been given a real chance to see what she could do. Determined to succeed this time, Molly used the tip of her tongue to flick Bob's nipple, pushing the nub in all directions, coating it in saliva.
Molly flattened her tongue now and swept it across Bob's breast, bringing a gentle moan from her lover. She experimented with different directions, up, down, left and right, completely covering Bob's breast, not wanting any inch of it to be neglected. After worshipping in this way for a few minutes, Molly placed her lips over Bob's nipple and gently, very gently, sucked it into her mouth.
Her reward was a louder, longer groan than before and Bob's arms wrapping around her head, holding her close, making her loved. Molly sucked a little harder, her tongue flickering across Bob's nipple while she sucked. Bob moaned and Molly knew she had to do this again.
Bob was now starting to twitch her legs, rubbing her thighs together. Molly stopped and reluctantly released Bob's nipple, so she could help her friend in other ways. She disentangled herself from Bob's grip and rolled her onto her back. Bob's legs were still dancing to their own silent music as Molly ran her hand down Bob's stomach, over her pubis and finally to her pussy. There was no more dancing.
Molly rubbed her fingers across Bob's clit, light touches, but enough to make Bob's entire body twitch. She let her hand continue to drift south as her head moved to join it. The smell of arousal hit her full force and she was taken back but a few hours ago, and barely into her new life. The image of Bob sitting on her face, the memory of her own tongue making contact with another woman's pussy... Molly was struggling to control her own urges, but wanted to relieve Bob's first.
She curled two of her fingers into Bob's pussy and brought her mouth over her clit. Another reaction; a big twitch and a loud groan. Molly's tongue dug into Bob's hot, wet folds and searched for, and found her clit. Wasting no time, she buried her face in Bob's pussy and started to lick and suck, as her fingers became a blur, sliding in and out of her new obsession.
Suddenly there was a hand at the back of her head, encouraging and then commanding her to work harder, faster, to make the orgasm that was building erupt. With a new sense of determined urgency, Molly sucked Bob's clit into her mouth and pummelled it with her tongue. Her fingers -- three of them now -- pistoned in and out of Bob's pussy and she could see that Bob was arching her back and curling her toes -- this was going to be a big one!
A silent scream tore from Bob's throat before finding voice. When Bob realised how loud she was she buried her face in the pillow until she could better control it. Long seconds later, Molly felt Bob's body go limp, and felt the hand that, moments earlier had been pushing her face into Bob's pussy, pulling her away from it.
"How long have you been awake?" Molly asked.
"Since that delightful little tongue started to flick across my tit."
"Then why didn't you let me know?"
Bob winked, " I think you wanted to take advantage of me, and I wanted to see how you'd do it!"