I shook my head. “Nothing.” I pulled her a little tighter and kissed her temple, which brought a little coo of pleasure. God, she made the cutest sounds. I couldn’t wait to hear more of them.
I pulled a blanket around us as the movie started, our bodies moving together in small ways, shifting on the couch, reaching for popcorn, readjusting our cover. It was incredible, so natural, like we’d been doing this for years. I fit perfectly around her, and I couldn’t stop watching her, her little laughs at the funny moments, the ways her eyes got wide during scary parts.
Soon enough the movie was over, and our popcorn bowl was empty. Her arms covered mine and I pulled her tight. She leaned back against me, sighing as I nuzzled her soft brown hair. She smelled so good.
I whispered in her ear. “Aly, what do you want tonight? What do you want this to be?”
“What do I want?” She pushed the blanket off, turning and straddling my lap. Leaning in close, she ran her fingers through my hair. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. “I want you to make me yours. I want to be yours tonight.”
Her mouth found mine, it was electric. I could feel it in my toes and tingling through my hair. Our tongues danced together. The smell of her, the sound of her gentle sighs, the feel of her skin, they all filled me. My hand ran up over her knee socks to the soft skin of her thighs, slipping under her denim skirt. I gripped her bare cheek and she moaned directly into my mouth, which was sexy as hell.
I rolled her down onto the couch so I was on top, her legs wrapping around my waist as we continued our kiss. Her hands ran down my back and over my butt, before coming back up over my jeans and pulling my shirt free. I sat up, running my fingers slowly from her neck down to the hem of her skirt, Aly pushing her chest up to intensify the contact.
Her hands went to the first button of my shirt, undoing it before slowly working her way down. As soon as she’d finished she pushed it back, and as I peeled the top off my arms. She leaned forward and began to plant little kisses on my sternum as she ran her fingertips over the skin of my back.
She slipped one under the strap of my bra and ran it up over my shoulder. “I thought all self respecting butches only wore sports bras.”
I looked down to hide a blush. “Actually, I usually do, but I wore this special for tonight.”
She smiled, her fingers trembling as she reached around and unclasped my bra.
I shrugged it off. “I’m not usually the one topless first.”
“Is that okay?”
“Oh yeah.” And with that I pulled her forward and she took one of my nipples into her mouth, beginning to give it gentle licks and nips. It felt incredible. One she started here was no hesitancy, no insecurity in this one. Why not? I pushed her away, and she looked up at me with pure, innocent longing and the most adorable smile I’d ever seen.
“Bed?”
I nodded and stood, pulling her to her feet. “But first….” I lifted her arms over her head and pulled her top off. Her bra followed. “OK, now we’re even.”
I took her hand in mine and led her to my bed. She crawled onto the mattress, letting her breasts sway beneath her before rolling onto her side. “What are you going to do with me now?”
Her voice was innocent and beguiling and I wanted her. I moved forward, climbing up next to her on the bed. “What am I going to do?” She bit her lower lip and nodded, eyes wide. “I’m going to make you feel so good. You’re going to come so hard you’re going to feel it for days.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
Aly’s eyes were wide as she stretched on the bed, making my breath catch. “Okay.”
Alyssa
My heart was pounding inside my chest. I was trying to play it cool, like I’d done this a million times, well okay, maybe not a million, but you understand. She was so beautiful. Her breasts weren’t small or large, just perfect for her body. The feel of her nipple in my mouth had been so heady I was still spinning from it.
And now she was looking at me like she wanted to consume me. I’d sort of seen this look before, but this was different. She wanted me, but it didn’t scare me, like with my boyfriends. I knew, deep down, that she was going to take care of me, and I was almost desperate to give myself to her, to show her I’d do anything for her.
Taylor crawled across the bed toward me, and I rolled onto my back as she covered me with her body. A sigh escaped me as her mouth captured mine. I gently scratched my nails down the smooth skin of her back, making her moan and deepen our kiss. Her lips were turning my insides into goo, and I just wanted more and more. She sucked my lower lip into her mouth, running her tongue along it, making me moan as I sank back into the pillow.
Taylor released my lip and kissed down over my chin, starting to suckle my neck. My hand found my way into her surprisingly soft hair, holding her to me. God, I didn’t know it could be like this. I could feel the wetness forming under my panties. My legs parted and her thigh slipped in between, pressing against my sex. My hips lifted, rubbing myself against her as her mouth closed over the pulse point on my neck
“Oh, God, Taylor, that feels incredible.” My voice was low and heated. She hummed against my skin, sliding a hand underneath and lifting my neck, allowing my head to fall back further, exposing more of me to her amazing lips. My mind swam with pleasure, and my body was responding wantonly to her touch. My pussy was a leaking sieve and my nipples were diamond hard points, brushing over Taylor’s skin.
Taylor’s lips moved down, nibbling onto my shoulder, over my clavicle and down the skin of my chest. My breath was coming in ragged gasps, all pretences of being chill having flown the coop.
Taylor’s tongue traced patterns above my breast. “You like this?”
“Uh-huh, yeah.” I could barely gasp out the words. “Can I have more, please?”
She brought a hand up to cup one of my soft globes, while her mouth descended on the other. I couldn’t help but cry out as it closed over my aching nipple. She let it go for a second so she could wet her thumb, which traced delicious circles around one areola while her mouth went back to envelop the other.
I was floating on a cloud. I’d never considered my breasts to be especially sensitive. I mean, I like touching with them when I masturbate, sure, but it had never been great during sex before. This, however, this was exquisite. Was it just because she was better at it, or was it something else? Her mouth switched to the other side. “Oh, God!” I didn’t care, I just wanted more.
Little zings of pleasure echoed inside of me. My fingers ran through her hair, and she glanced up at me while I gazed at her, locking me with those impossibly blue eyes. I don’t know how long she worshipped me, back and forth, but eventually my nipple popped free for a final time and her lips trailed down the valley between my breasts and over my belly.
A full body shudder passed through me as I realized where she was heading. Her mouth reached the waist of my skirt, and she started undoing the buttons, one by one, starting at the bottom. She scooted lower, each button revealing a little more of my leg. Her lips kissed each revealed patch of skin, and I began to hyperventilate as she neared my white lace panties.
The last button gave way and my skirt opened to one side and then the other. I was soaking wet, and the aroma of my arousal was evident. Taylor had to have gotten the full blast of it and I immediately became self-conscious. To a man my boyfriends had hated it. What would she think?
Another gentle kiss to my inner thigh stopped me from pulling away. Taylor’s face hovered over my sex for moment. “Aly, you smell amazing.”
“Really?”
She ran a finger over the silky material covering my cunny, making me gasp. “Oh, yeah. I can’t wait to taste you.” Her fingers hooked the waistband, and I held my breath while lifting my hips so she could slide them off.
I let go a ragged breath as my butt settled back onto the mattress, totally naked except for my socks, absolutely exposed to this goddess, who was gently pushing my knees apart. This was it. It was really happening, and I wanted it. I wanted it so badly. I felt like a virgin, desperate to know, to experience. I remember that night after prom. But then I’d done it just to do it, if that makes sense. It hadn’t felt right then, and I’d known it, but I’d done it anyway.
This was different. This was right. Being in Taylor’s arms, whether we were dancing, or cuddling on the couch, or here in bed, it felt right, safe, wonderful.
I let her gentle pressure spread my legs, and the look of wonder in her eyes as they drank in my most intimate place caused all worry to flow out of my mind. She stripped off my socks as I settled back. She came forward, kissing my outer lips, one then the other, her hot breath driving me crazy. Then her mouth pressed against my opening, her tongue flicking out and circling a few times before pushing deep inside, making me sigh in ecstasy. It withdrew before plunging in again, swirling around the so sensitive skin there.
My whole body was tingling. I’d been pretty sure this was going to feel good. I didn’t know it could feel this good. Her tongue was just magic. Slowly she started to work up the length of my slit; her tongue sliding along each hidden crevice, suckling on my lips. Her tongue dipped back inside me. “Mmm, you’re so delicious, Aly.”
“Oh, God, Taylor, please don’t stop.”
In response, Taylor pushed her tongue into me again before running it up the length of my slit and flicking it over my small clit, which was still hiding inside its hood. I cried out, my head slamming back in to the pillows
“You’re liking this then?” Flick, swirl, lick.
My eyes rolled back into my head, but I managed to squeak something out. “Uh-huh.”
“Good.” She went back to work, her tongue caressing up and down the sides of my hood, stimulating the clit underneath. “Will the little lady ever come out and play?” This time I couldn’t answer, it was everything I could do to keep breathing through the pleasure. Her arms wrapped around my legs, her fingers walking down through the trimmed triangle of hair I’d kept above my sex before gently pulling the skin above my hood back.