White Hot

by Carmen Faye

  Sydney tended to be overly aggressive when she was nervous or scared. Shayla wasn’t an expert in sexual psychology, but she knew her friend, and believed that the moment Sydney truly believed in her heart of hearts that she was willing to be her dream girl and her wife, then Sydney’s fantasies would mellow out dramatically. When that time came, Shayla knew she had to keep in mind that Sydney had begun to trust her, not lose interest in her. She had to be prepared for it, otherwise she might react like she did when Sydney made that joke about her ass getting flabby—and that wouldn’t be good for either of them.

  Sydney was moaning and moving her hips, and running her hands through Shayla’s hair and her own.

  “That’s right, bitch, eat me good. Tell me you’re my whore,” Sydney told her with a groan.

  “I’m your whore, Sydney. I love eating your pussy,” Shayla replied, and then dove back in.

  “We’re going to make a few videos of our own, baby, so Neil can see what you’re like with me. Show him how sexy my little whore really is. Would you like that?” Sydney asked.

  “I love being your slut Sydney. If you want to show me off to Neil, then I’ll suck your pussy and let you fuck me any way you want to,” she told her, suspecting that Sydney would like to watch those videos as well.

  “Does Neil ever treat you like a slut?” Sydney asked.

  “He gets me wild and then he uses me, Sydney. He uses me like he owns me and he’s mad at me. He fucks me so hard that I’m sure I’m going to pass out from not being able to breathe,” she said, watching Sydney’s eyes fill with lust and excitement.

  “Fucks you like a whore, huh?”

  “Yes Sydney. Like I’m bought and paid for,” she agreed.

  “God, you are such a fucking turn on,” Sydney moaned, and moved her hips more aggressively, while her hands took hold of Shayla’s hair. The she started grinding her pussy into Shayla’s face. “Suck my clit, bitch. Fucking make me come!” she added with such an agonized voice Shayla reflexively glanced up at her to see if she was actually in pain.

  She took hold of Sydney’s clit with her lips and sucked it into her mouth and then started lavishing it with her tongue. Sydney gasped and then moaned, “Oh god, you’re such a good fucking slut. Such a good fucking pussy eater!”

  The sound of Sydney’s voice, so aroused and earnest, set a glow inside her breasts and her nipples became extremely hard. Sometimes she came when Sydney came in her mouth. It wasn’t like a normal orgasm—it was like liquid love-light was injected into her heart and pumped out into her body. It was as aggressive as an adrenaline rush, but as soft as the passion of a heady after-glow. She only felt that it was a kind of orgasm, because she could live on them. If her lovers never gave her climaxes again, but always came like they did with her, she could still be very happy and satisfied with the love-light orgasms.

  She wanted to use her fingers, because she just read an article yesterday which explained how to give her lesbian lover a g-spot climax, and she really wanted to try it out. But Sydney was seriously turned on by her sex-slave posture, so she didn’t want to break the spell. Soon, though. Sometime very soon. Maybe she would initiate a sex session with her.

  So far, in the entire time Sydney and her were together, she had never initiated the sex—it’d always been Sydney. Mostly because Sydney didn’t give her the chance, but also, because she’s the submissive, not the aggressive or the dominate. But now that she thought about it, maybe that would help Sydney realize that she was really alright with being her lesbian lover.

  Her thoughts were interrupted by Sydney’s sudden pre-orgasm hip convulsions.

  “Ah shit! You’re going to make me come!” Sydney cried out through gritted teeth. “Suck it, bitch! Fucking suck me off! Oh shit! You’re such a good little whore! Fuck!”

  Then Sydney was climaxing. Her whole body clenched up, and then convulsed like she was being electrocuted from the inside. “Fuck! Ah, fuck! Fuck me whore! Fuck me!”

  When Sydney’s orgasm passed, Shayla returned to licking and sucking her pussy, keeping away from Sydney’s over-excited clit. Sydney convulsed several more times and then fell into her after-glow, while Shayla felt the rush of her love-light orgasm pulse through her, making her head a little woozy.

  “Jesus Christ, Shayla,” Sydney trembled. “You are so fucking good. So fucking good. You turn me on so hard. Not even Neil turns me on this hard.”

  That was probably true, knowing both of them and how they had sex together. Sydney and Neil were buddies, and when they fucked they were still best buds. They were wild and aggressive with each other, trying to make the other one come before they did. It was animalistic sex between two alpha-lovers.

  They were both physically attracted to one another, but as they grew together in their relationship, the physical attraction was taking a back seat to the challenge and excitement of being with each other. When they were in the room together for a nooner, or on the couch after a football game, there was a lot of laughing and wrestling, and it looked like a lot more fun than the sex Shayla had with either of them. But she came to terms with that a while ago now. Shayla understood her place in their trio, and she loved her place. She felt confident and very satisfied when she performed for either of them.

  “Get on up here, bitch, I’m going to fuck you silly now,” Sydney told her.

  “Yes Sydney. Fuck your little whore. Fuck me like you own me,” she said, and climbed onto the couch as Sydney turned and lied down, bringing her into an embrace.

  Though she said she was going to fuck her, Sydney spent nearly twenty minutes kissing her and sucking on her breasts. Shayla didn’t complain or try to encourage her to move on to the next level. Being the object of Sydney’s affection was becoming a very pleasant and blissful state of being. Sydney didn’t joke or laugh or tickle or wrestle with her, but she did get seriously into loving her. So she ran her fingers through Sydney’s hair and cooed and moaned while Sydney sated her lust.

  “Shay? I think I always wanted you, I just didn’t understand my level of attraction to you. Again, I think it was a lack of vocabulary. I mean, I couldn’t be a lesbian, I loved sucking cock too much,” Sydney confessed. “Right? I mean, how can you be a lesbian and like cock?”

  “If that’s why you held on to me like you did, I’m very grateful you had those feelings. You’re my first love. You know that, right? You’re the first person in my life who said, ‘I love you’ and I believed those words were meant as they were supposed to be used,” she told her.

  “But you didn’t feel that way toward me, right?” Sydney asked.

  “No, I didn’t,” she confessed, “And it wasn’t a lack of vocabulary. Not those words anyway. I lacked being able to understand loving you at all. I didn’t know what to do, or what was expected. I didn’t have a clue. And it felt so frail to me, our love, like it could end any minute, and I knew I was going to be crushed. I put on a strong face, because I knew how to do that, but inside I was trembling that someday you would walk away, or decide that you wanted something else, or that you would fall in love with some guy and grow apart from me—I saw that happen to girlfriends all the time. Even ones as close as we were. It scared the crap out of me.”

  “Until Neil came along, I figured I would always be with you. He really put the fear of hell into me,” Sydney told her.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. I mean, I was almost instantly in love with him, and then I found out, like in the same hour, that you were hot for him as well. And I could see in your eyes and the way you talked about him that Neil was the one. The one that was going to take your heart. But I needed your heart—and what if I lost you both? Fucking terror is what I felt that day. That’s why I started having sex with you, I mean like, every day. I could tell you weren’t really into it, but I had to have you, as much as I could for as long as I could. I really felt—hell, I knew—that Neil would choose you. You’re gorgeous and sexy and you turn him on in ways I could never do.”

  She
smiled and kissed Sydney’s nose. “You give him things that I can’t and—even if I tried for the next ten years—couldn’t give him. You’re fun and wild and he loves you for that. He needs that. You should see how happy he is with you. You’re the first one he turns to just about every day. He loves you so much.”

  Shayla sighed a little and then continued, “And as for me not being into sex with you then, well, you’re right. I wasn’t. But I am now. I’m very into you now. I hope someday you’ll believe just how much I love you, and how into you I really am. Maybe that’s a vocabulary thing too. I know you spent—What? Two years? More?—loving me without reciprocation, unless I was drunk or seriously horny. Or fantasying about Neil while you were really into me? That couldn’t have felt very good. I’m so sorry now that I was so emotionally turned off that I couldn’t see the love in your eyes. I’m sorry I hurt you like that.”

  Sydney’s eyes watered up and she wiped them. “Now look what you’ve done,” she whimpered.

  Shayla kissed her lips, “I’ll earn your trust, Sydney. I promise you. I’ll be your lover, your bitch, your whore, I’ll fuck whoever you want me to fuck for your pleasure, I’ll do whatever I can, to get you to believe that what I have for you is real. I was handicapped then. I’m running sprints now, and I’ll run them all day long for you, and be happier than I have ever been in my whole life doing it.”

  “So, if I told you to fuck some dyke at the night club, you’d do it? Seriously?” Sydney asked.

  “Yes Sydney. I’d let six guys gang bang me to be your fantasy girl, if that’s what it took to get you to believe that I’m really yours, ‘till death do we part. You’re not ever going to be without me. Not while I’m still breathing.”

  Shayla held up her left hand. “This ring? This is my most treasured possession. It means I have you in my life. Not just a woman, but you. My best friend, my lover, my partner, my wife. You. This whole fucking house and everything in it is a distant second compared to this ring.”

  “What about Neil?”

  “I love Neil. But you and I, we’ve been together for a long time. We have a strong history. And because of that, there’s a part of my heart that is yours and yours alone. The rest of my heart, you two share. I really, deeply, love him, and I’m so fucking attracted to him I can barely stand it, and he’s amazing in bed. But you’re my first love, Sydney, and you’ll always be my first love.”

  Sydney was openly crying now, and she broke down and sobbed into Shayla’s breasts. “I love you, Shay. God, I love you so much. It hurts loving you this much. It suffocates me sometimes. Like I can’t get enough of you into me so I can live. Sometimes, like right now, I can’t get close enough to you.”

  She sobbed a while, and then calmed down enough so that she was only crying. Shayla didn’t know what to say, so she just held her. She soothed her back with her hands and soothed her legs and hips with her thighs. After a while Sydney got between her thighs and began to fuck her, slowly.

  But it wasn’t really fucking this time. She was loving her—deeply loving her. She wasn’t calling her bitch or whore, and Shayla could see in her eyes that this wasn’t the time for that. Maybe some other time, but not now. So she made eye contact with Sydney, and began to perform for her, like she did for Neil. She caressed her face, and her neck, and her back. She played with her breasts and ran her fingers through her own hair.

  “Yes, Sydney, take me baby. I’m all yours. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you. Never. Love me baby. Take me,” she told Sydney in the sexiest submissive voice she could perform. “You turn me on so much, Sydney. So much. You treat me so good. Love me, baby. Love me like I’m your dream girl, because that’s what I want to be. Always.”

  “God, Shay,” Sydney whimpered. “Holy fuck. You’re so beautiful right now. So fucking beautiful.”

  They moaned and sighed together, and as Sydney’s hips became more urgent, Shayla flooded her mind again with the urgent need she experienced when they massaged her ass for hours and wouldn’t even let her get herself off.

  Sydney reacted almost instantly. Her eyes went wide, and her hips faltered and then began grinding hard into her.

  “Yes, Sydney. Fuck me baby. Let me please you. You mean so much to me, Sydney. I love you so much,” she whimpered as her own orgasm began to rise.

  “God, Shay, you’re going to make me come. Fuck. I’m going to come.”

  “So am I, Syd. Please tell me you love me Syd. Please,” she begged.

  “I love you Shay. I love you so much,” Sydney said, and the she shook her head violently. “Fuck! I’m going to fucking come! Shit!”

  “Come for me, Sydney. I love it when you come. I always come with you. I love it so much. You feel so right coming on me.”

  “Oh fuck!” Sydney screamed with such agony it sounded like she was in great pain, but then she climaxed hard.

  Shayla grabbed Sydney’s ass with both hands and ground her pussy into Sydney’s, holding her there while she fucked her back to prolong the climax. Sydney went crazy.

  “Give it to me, Syd! Fucking give it to me. Love me! I want your loving baby!” Shayla cried out, and then she was climaxing as well, thrusting wildly into Sydney.

  Sydney fell onto her while Shayla was still bucking and coming. Sydney whimpered and convulsed between her thighs, as her eyes rolled back from her prolonged climax. Seeing that set Shayla off again, and she screamed as her already overstimulated clitoris demanded to be tormented even further against Sydney’s. Sydney clawed desperately at the couch cushions and then pulled Shayla’s head back by her hair, arching and exposing her neck. Then she gnawed at the side, under her ear, sending Shayla into a whole new level of climax.

  “Sweet mercy, Sydney! God, what you do to me!” Shayla cried out, and her voice was tortured and strained so much she didn’t recognize it as hers. She forced herself to pull Sydney’s ass up higher on her body so that they would quit sending each other into climaxes.

  It took them forever to calm down. The cascading climaxes took everything from them. It was as close to spiritual as she had ever experienced. She now understood the French term La petite mort, the little death—the French’s reference for orgasms.

  If she doesn’t believe I’m completely her woman now, I’m not sure anything will convince her, she thought to herself as she panted with explosive exhales and desperate inhales.

  The love-light climax that followed was intense and felt like a true climax to her this time. She moaned with savage ripples of pleasure.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Once her breathing was close to normal, she said, “Sydney, that was so beautiful. Thank you for loving me like that. I love you so much.”

  “I’ve never had sex like that,” Sydney whispered near her ear. “It’s never been like that before. God, if I could have your baby I would, Shay. I could feel your love pouring into me, and I tried to pour mine back into you, and the more I poured the more I had. It was crazy.”

  “I felt every drop, Syd. Every fucking drop,” she told her, and kissed her neck and fondled her ass.

  “I don’t need you to do any crazy shit, Shay. You don’t need to prove to me you love me. I just get scared sometimes, you know? Like you said, sometimes it feels so fragile, like it could just pop like a bubble, for no reason at all. I’m sorry if I hurt you with the bitch and whore stuff.”

  “No, baby. I told you before, Syd, that I was fine with that. I even enjoy it, because it turns you on so much, and if you still want to do it, I would like to as well. But, I really liked this too. So, maybe, every once in a while, you could just love me? Like this? Would that be alright?” she asked, putting as much vulnerability into her voice as she could.

  “You really don’t mind it?” Sydney asked.

  “I love it when you take me and fuck me. I loved dancing for you and I want to do that again too. Can I be your woman and your bitch? Is that alright?”

  “But I’m not sharing you with anyone except Niel, Shay,” she said with sudde
n aggressiveness. “I understand now how someone can kill over love. I get that. You’re my bitch, you’re my whore, and no one else’s. No one else is even allowed to call you that. Got it?”

  She kissed Sydney’s neck and sighed happily while wiggling her ass. “Yes Sydney. I got it. Thank you,” she said with as much pleasure and love as she could pack into the words.

  When Neil came back they were still kissing and caressing each other on the couch. They both looked over at him as he entered and started giggling.

  He gave them a tentative smile. “What?”

  “I think we’re ready for our movie debut,” she told him, smiling as foxily as she could manage.

  “Are you going to let your band friends see these?” Sydney asked causally, and it sounded like there was a bit of hoping in there as well to Shayla.

  “I wasn’t planning on it, no,” He said, and set down the two large boxes that he was carrying. “Why?”