Hana was quite happy to lean back against the wall and let Jenny worship her pussy for awhile. She hadn't been laid for a few days now... no, wait, it was a couple weeks. She had plenty of opportunities while on tour, but found that she got bored of one-night stands.
Sometimes Hana got jealous of her bandmates' relationship. Of course, they'd had lots of threesomes before, and would again; but Hana knew that she would never share the bond Haley and Donna had. So she got lonely, and that was why she'd written the new song.
But at the moment everything was peaches and cream as Jenny fingered Hana while licking her clit. That was enough for one orgasm; for the second, Hana rubbed her clit on Jenny's nose while the younger girl's tongue probed up inside her. After such a long dry spell, Jenny was completely intoxicated with Hana's taste and smell, and would have kept going indefinitely if Hana hadn't finally pushed her away.
When Hana released Jenny's head — she had been gripping it quite forcefully while approaching climax — Jenny leaned back, swaying a little, mouth and nose sticky with Hana's juices, a sweet and slightly dazed look on her face. At that moment Hana snapped out of passive mode and back to her normal, more assertive self. Scooping Jenny up like a ragdoll, Hana carried her across the room and deposited her face-down on the bed, an antique canopy number with brass bedposts.
Pulling Jenny up onto her knees, Hana lifted the leather skirt — not that it was really necessary in this position; the skirt had already ridden up around Jenny's hips. When Hana yanked Jenny's panties down around her knees, her cheeks shone like two pale moons in the darkened bedroom. Hana's nostrils flared as the rich scent of marinating female hit them. Without further prelude, she leaned down and began to tongue-fuck Jenny from behind.
Jenny braced her hands against the mattress and pushed back against Hana's face, trying to get that tongue inside her as far as possible. She moaned and panted as Hana's hands slid underneath to cup her tits. Before long Jenny came hard, gasping for breath, and quickly pulled a pillow underneath her before letting her head fall onto the bed.
Hana give Jenny a few seconds to recover, then whipped off the little belt that went around her skirt. Taking hold of both ends, she landed three quick blows on each of Jenny's butt cheeks. Jenny groaned and squirmed, thinking to herself, yes yes yes, this is what I've really been needing.
Now Hana pulled Jenny's hands behind her back and used the belt to bind them. She gave Jenny one more slap on each cheek with her open hand, then turned away. Jenny had begun to drool a little bit, anticipating what might be coming. And she was not disappointed; when Hana turned around again, she was buckling herself into a big, dark blue strap-on. This was what Jenny had really, really been needing; she wriggled her panties down to her ankles, then kicked them off and spread her legs wide.
Hana took a moment to appreciate the sight of the gorgeous young girl offering herself as Jenny looked back over her shoulder, doe-eyed and supplicant. Jenny licked her lips and angled her hips, and when Hana plunged in, Jenny closed her eyes and imagined it was Kristin giving it to her.
* * *
The next morning, after a long, luxurious breakfast, Monika invited Jodie and Miss White up to her studio. It had been chilly downstairs — the house was big and drafty, and the outside temperature had dropped considerably from the day before — but in the studio, with warm air rising from below and sunlight streaming in through the windows and skylight, it was almost hot. Jodie pulled off her sweater, revealing a tiny blue halter top, and sprawled out in a chair to soak up the sun.
Monika took Miss White over to the computer and began proudly showing off her favorite photographs. Some were studies for the paintings that were scattered around the room, some were ideas that hadn't quite worked out, and a few Monika had considered too racy for public consumption.
There was a series of photos of Annika that were truly breathtaking, clearly taken right there in the studio. She looked younger and her hair was longer, but her pale blue eyes showed an icy maturity. At first she looked sweet and innocent, wearing a floral summer dress. Then she was in lingerie, and then completely naked. Miss White felt herself getting warmer by the minute, her nipples beginning to press against the fabric of her t-shirt.
Next the pictures began to show Annika bound in various positions, sometimes ball-gagged, sometimes spread-eagled. They were wonderfully sexy images, and something about them suggested an intimacy that went beyond the relationship between photographer and subject. Miss White began to wonder if there had been something between Monika and Annika, and after their heart-to-heart the night before, she felt comfortable just asking.
Monika sighed, stood up, and walked over to the little fridge that was under the table against one wall. "Well, it's like this," she said, and pulled out a bottle of champagne. Popping the cork, she poured glasses for the three of them as she began to tell the story.
"Back when I was splitting up with Astrid and Annika's father, we were living in New York City. I got the house and he moved to Los Angeles, where his business was taking off at the time. Astrid was already in college and Annika was in the last semester of her senior year. She wanted to stay in her same school to graduate, so she lived with me. She had just turned 18.
"Now, I was just beginning to come to terms with my true... proclivities. And as for Annika, we had always wondered why she never dated. What we didn't know was that she had always been a lesbian, but because her father was very conservative, she had been too afraid to act on her desires.
"There had always been an attraction between us, though neither of us would have known how to express it. And then, one day... we just ended up in bed together. It was a revelation for both of us. So she was my first woman, and I was hers.
