“Hell, yes.”
Jaelle untied her sweater and let it drop to the ground while she was pulling her tee-shirt over her head. As much as she could, she kept her eyes on Ursula, longing to see that lush body once more. And there it was. Ursula didn’t seem to believe in underwear or footwear and was standing confidently naked, one hand on her hip, as she watched Jaelle undress.
Jaelle, her fingers suddenly clumsy, struggled to unlace her boots so she could take her jeans off. Finally she was naked, and stood face to face with this unknown, but enticing woman.
Hell, she was gorgeous, more beautiful even than she’d seemed at first sight. Every part of her was perfect, from her sturdy neck, across her strong but still rounded shoulders, then those plump breasts, and all the way down to her tidy, dark bush.
Jaelle took a hesitant step forward, then pulled the shorter woman into her arms. Ursula melted against her, soft, yet strong, plush breasts pressing against Jaelle’s smaller ones, arms wrapped around Jaelle’s back holding them tightly together.
Jaelle gazed into those deep, dark eyes and was lost. One hand rose of its own volition to cup the back of Ursula’s head. The ponytail was in her way, so Jaelle undid the elastic, slipping it around her own wrist so she could sink her fingers deep into Ursula’s thick, dark hair. “So soft,” she murmured, as she tilted Ursula’s face up to hers to kiss.
She lost herself in the kiss, so deep, so rich, so warm and all-embracing. Ursula’s mouth opened for her, welcoming her inside. The taste was unique, special, dark and earthy, yet with overtones of the familiar, coffee and chocolate.
Jaelle pulled Ursula tighter against her, urging those pointed brown nipples to press into her own skin, those sturdy hips to thrust against her own lighter-boned ones.
Ursula groaned, her arms tightening around Jaelle, her tongue thrusting back into Jaelle’s mouth.
Heat and lust exploded around them as the kiss went on and on until neither of them had any breath left. Reluctantly, Jaelle pulled back, and, still holding each other, they half stepped, half stumbled across to Ursula’s sleeping bag. Ursula lay flat on her back and pulled Jaelle on top of her. Once again, their mouths meshed as their tongues thrust, and danced, and explored each other.
Urgently, Jaelle broke away and flipped herself around. She pressed her nose deep into Ursula’s cunt, inhaling the wonderful, womanly scent, and then she swiped a long lick the length of Ursula’s slit.
Ursula groaned and opened her legs wide, then placed her hands on Jaelle’s thighs, parting them and maneuvering Jaelle until they could lick each other at the same time.
Now it was Jaelle who was groaning at the delicious feel of Ursula’s tongue on her slit, then sliding inside her channel, tasting the walls.
Two can play at this game, she thought, mimicking Ursula’s movements with her own tongue on Ursula’s pussy.
Ursula flicked Jaelle’s clit. Jaelle rubbed her baby finger over Ursula’s clit before sucking it gently.
Ursula bit along Jaelle’s lips. Jaelle copied the action, then decided to go one better by swiping her tongue along Ursula’s slit as well.
The faster Ursula nibbled, licked and sucked, the faster Jaelle responded, until her brain was fried with intense lust, her belly coiled with a building orgasm, and it took every bit of her control to keep licking and sucking instead of succumbing to the climax.
Jaelle took a deep breath and decided to slow the action right down. She pressed the softest of kisses along Ursula’s belly, loving the way it made Ursula groan. Ursula retaliated by licking around Jaelle’s belly button. For long moments they both played and teased until Jaelle couldn’t wait any longer, and dived her tongue deep into Ursula’s cunt.
Ursula’s honey was a rich taste on her tongue, earthy and warm, totally unique, completely scrumptious. Very deliberately Jaelle held Ursula’s thighs apart, slid her tongue deep into her cunt, and pressed her chin onto Ursula’s clit.
“Going to come,” wailed Ursula.
Jaelle smiled, then lightly bit her clit.
Ursula gasped and thrust her fingers deep into Jaelle’s channel as her body poured honey into Jaelle’s mouth and convulsed around her.
Their bodies were stuck together with sweat and their own juices. Their hands, arms, and legs were tangled together. Jaelle licked and sucked Ursula down from her climax as her own body began to shake in an intense orgasm in response to the wickedly educated fingers of her partner. Soon they were both panting, sweaty, and collapsed on each other.
Ursula tugged on Jaelle to pull her up the other way, and Jaelle moved over Ursula once more to kiss and share their flavors. The intensely carnal kiss was incredibly arousing, but Jaelle deliberately breathed deep and slow, and cuddled Ursula into her arms. Time enough for Round Two later.
Chapter Four
Ursula reveled in the feeling of having a woman in her arms once again. It’d been so long. Her nature was a solitary one, thanks to her mother’s genetics, and since she ran her own business from home, she managed to avoid people most of the time. But now she’d turned thirty, the occasional Saturday night in a gay bar ending in a night of sweaty sex with a strange woman, a different woman every time, was no longer as fulfilling as it’d previously been.
But am I ready for a relationship? It sure hadn’t worked for Mom. By the time she was ten or twelve, Ursula had lost count of the number of “uncles” who’d lived with her and her Mom. Many of them had stayed only a few months, and each time her Mom had announced she was over sex, and there would be no more men. Then in June or July a new man would appear in their lives and the cycle would start again.
Ursula’s twin brother, Arthur, had left home the day they turned fifteen. Occasionally, on their birthday, he would contact her, but she really had no idea where he was, or what he was doing. At least he appeared to have taken after their father. Whereas she had inherited her mother’s…condition.
Ursula sighed. Yet another reason why she tended to steer clear of relationships. But this woman called to her on such a deep level. Yeah, sure the sex was awesome and she wanted more, but there was something stronger, deeper, an inner yearning that drew her to Jaelle.
Jaelle, with her long, lean, lithe body and her clear amber-hazel eyes. Jaelle, with her short mop of curly blondish-brown hair. Jaelle, whose mouth had brought her the best orgasm she’d had in a very long time.
Ursula pulled Jaelle harder against her body, rubbing her hardened nipples against the other woman’s chest.
“Mmm, nice,” murmured Jaelle, thrusting her body back into Ursula’s and thereby arousing them both. Cream was already moistening her inner thighs again, so she pushed one leg between Jaelle’s and pressed her thigh against her lover’s cunt. Ha! It was damp, too.
Ursula slid down a little and sucked Jaelle’s nipple into her mouth. Not just the dusky pink tip, but the entire areola as well. Ursula sucked hard, while her other hand reached over to play with the other nipple. She twisted one hard little nub, while rolling the other with her tongue. Then she held one against the roof of her mouth while cupping both breasts in her hands, teasing the undersides.
Jaelle tasted delicious, better than delicious, and her moans of arousal were an aphrodisiac for Ursula. Her skin had a faint overlay of saltiness from their previous sex, and just knowing that heightened Ursula’s pleasure enormously. Already Jaelle was groaning and thrusting her breasts up into Ursula’s hands and mouth. So incredibly responsive a lover!
Jaelle’s arms reached around Ursula’s ass, to clench her butt cheeks, holding the two women tightly together, so Ursula redoubled her efforts with Jaelle’s breasts, sucking the nipples, switching from one to the other, then licking a line in the valley between her breasts, before moving up to circle the engorged nubs with her tongue again.
“Hell, yes,” groaned Jaelle, thrusting her body up hard into Ursula.
Ursula knew Jaelle was very close, so she pressed a finger deep into Jaelle’s ass, rubbing the walls and using her thumbn
ail to tease around the outer rim.
“Fuck!” gasped Jaelle, and she came, her cream dampening Ursula’s thigh and her muscles clenching around Ursula’s finger.
Ursula lifted her head to kiss Jaelle, but Jaelle slid down her body and thrust three fingers deep into Ursula cunt, twisting and turning them, and unerringly hitting her sweet spot. Out of nowhere an orgasm blasted through her body, leaving her gasping and shaking.
“Wow! Zero to a hundred miles an hour in a nanosecond,” Ursula panted.
“Yeah, we’re good together,” Jaelle replied.
“Very true.”
They lay still, cuddled in each other’s arms, and Ursula stared deep into Jaelle’s eyes, still wondering about this intense attraction between them. As she gazed into the golden depths, she saw the little mountain goat she’d seen that morning reflecting back at her.
“You knew I was here, didn’t you? You actually came looking for me. You can feel this attraction between us,” Ursula blurted out, still in shock at what she was seeing.
“Um, yes. I, um, er, saw you naked and wanted you.” Jaelle blushed a rosy red.
Ursula sat up and crossed her legs. She rested her hands on her thighs and looked at Jaelle. “You saw me meditating.”
Jaelle’s jaw dropped.
“You’re a shapeshifter. A mountain goat.”
“What— How— Why aren’t you running from me, screaming in terror?”
“Can’t you feel the connection between us? How strong it is?” asked Ursula.
“Hell, yes. I went back to the cabin and got dressed to come and meet you so fast it was almost as though there was a rope pulling me to you. And your scent. It was different, appealing, intense.”
“Uh-huh. For me, too. Close your eyes.”
“What?”
“Close your eyes,” ordered Ursula.
As soon as Jaelle closed her eyes, Ursula moved to the other side of the cave. Then she changed form. And gave the call a mother bear uses for her cubs.
Jaelle’s eyes flew open, and she jumped to her feet. “Holy shit!” she screamed, staggering backward. “Wait a minute.” Jaelle’s chest was rising and falling very quickly, but Ursula could see the knowledge dawning in her eyes.
“Ursula means bear, doesn’t it? Just as Jaelle means mountain goat. Looks like your folks had about as much imagination as mine did!”
Ursula changed back, and stepped into Jaelle’s arms. “Oh, it gets worse. My twin brother’s named Arthur.”
They laughed and kissed, then sank back onto the ground. “I can see we have a lot to talk about,” Ursula said.
Jaelle’s tummy rumbled.
“Right after we have breakfast.”
End
Fist Me
For Mary, who wanted it slow.
Chapter One
“Fist me.”
“What the fuck?” Maeve spat her beer over the table as she almost choked at Taryn’s words. She had to have misheard. Sweet, innocent, butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-her-mouth Taryn couldn’t possibly have said, “Fist me.”
“Fist me. I want you to come home with me tonight and fist me.”
Yes, she had said it. Jeez. “Um, well, um…”
Taryn stood up, dropped some money on the table and held out her hand to Maeve. “Come on. Let’s do it now.”
Her head spinning, Maeve climbed to her feet, snagged her purse off the back of her chair, and took Taryn’s hand.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to fist Taryn. Hell, she’d like nothing better. But it was more… What had happened to the slow build-up? The gentle hand touches, the sweet kisses, the pressing of hard nipples into soft, rounded breasts. The romance.
By the time they’d reached the parking lot, Maeve’s brain had started to function. “Um, listen, Taryn. I think we should talk first, before you know…”
“What’s to talk about? You’re a lesbian. You like me. I want to try out fisting.”
Maeve took a deep breath and told her raging libido to shut up for a few minutes. “Fisting is extreme. It gives the most intense pleasure to both parties involved. But a hand is a lot wider than a cock, you know. It, um, stretches you. Not just physically—mentally as well.”
Taryn pulled Maeve into her car. “That’s what I want. I want that extreme sensation. The drive, the intensity. I’m so tired of arrogant men who pump into me twice, come, and think they’ve done me a huge favor. All my family, everyone at work, said how lucky I was that Ben wanted me. He’s from a nice family, has a good job with great opportunities for promotion, and he’s handsome as well. ‘You and Ben make such a lovely couple, Taryn.’”
Maeve winced at the sickly-sweet sarcasm of Taryn’s voice. She could just imagine their coworkers saying exactly those words.
“Well, I want more than that. Ben’s nice, but there’s no passion there. The thought of being stuck in a house all day, raising two kids and a dog while he’s out at work meeting people, climbing the corporate ladder, makes me feel ill. And the sex was never anything much. Half the time I got myself off after he fell asleep.”
Maeve tried to explain herself a little better. “Girl on girl action is different. Completely different. I mean, even if we use a strap-on, it’s not like male/female sex. It’s slower, sweeter, less harsh. A lot more romantic and focused on building up to the orgasm. But fisting—that’s a whole other ballgame. It’s very primal—raw, even. But the build-up to the penetration is just as important as the actual fisting itself.”
“But don’t you see, Maeve? That’s what I want, what I need. Men like Ben, it’s all about their satisfaction. They’re in, thrust a few times, they come, and as far as they’re concerned it’s all over.”
She held up her hand to prevent Maeve from speaking.
“Yes, I know you’ll just say that’s because I haven’t met the right man yet. But I want to try lesbian sex. I know you like me. You’ve made that more than clear. Well I like you, too. Not just as a friend, but I also find your body sexy. And most importantly, I trust you to do this right and make it good for me.”
Maeve nodded. God knew, she’d wanted to get inside Taryn’s pants ever since they’d first met. And she would ensure it was good for Taryn, that Taryn’s first experience of lesbian sex was romantic, passionate, and fulfilling. Her libido was screaming at her to say yes, so what else could she do?
Taryn was an adult and knew what she wanted. “Okay, I agree. But we’ll go to my apartment, not yours. There’s stuff I need to have, to make this special for you.”
“Awesome. Let’s go.” Taryn turned her key in the ignition, stomped on the gas, and burned rubber peeling out of the parking lot.
***
It was only a ten-minute drive, but the whole time Maeve’s mind raced from ideas on how to make tonight a very special one for Taryn to trying to slow her racing pulse at the thought of finally possessing this beautiful woman.
Chill your jets, honey. Once Taryn experiences the reality, she may run a mile.
That’s true, but what if she decides she’s bisexual and becomes your regular fuck-buddy?
Oh. Don’t I wish. But it’s not real likely to happen unfortunately.
“Men are visual creatures. They see a woman and want her. But women use all five senses to build up their emotions and prepare for sex. So scents, sight, sound, touch, and taste are all important,” said Maeve. She left the main light switched off in the bedroom, turning on two bedside lamps instead and throwing sheer, pink scarves over them. The light they provided was muted and pale pink, more than enough to see with but softer, prettier than a regular light bulb.
Next she lit two rows of tiny tea candles, one sitting along her window ledge and the other on the top of her dressing table. Each little light gave off a vanilla scent, and the flickering glow added to the pink lights from the bedside lamps.
“Now, sounds. Something soft and soothing I think,” said Maeve, walking over to her laptop computer and scrolling through her saved music. She highlighted a
selection of tunes, made a new playlist with a few keystrokes, and turned the volume low as they started to play. “I hope you like soundtracks from movies. I wanted orchestral music, so I didn’t feel tempted to sing along with them at a critical time,” she said, looking into Taryn’s eyes and hoping she’d made the right choice.
Taryn was smiling. “That’s amazing. In just a few moments you’ve made your bedroom into a seduction scene. So simple, yet so effective. Of course, the pale blues and golds in this room lend themselves to seduction, but that was still a pretty neat trick.”
Maeve’s heart was pounding and her palms were sweaty. Now that Taryn was here, in her bedroom, she really hoped Taryn didn’t change her mind about having sex. Maeve wanted Taryn with a powerful lust she couldn’t remember ever feeling for any other woman. Carefully, she drew in a big breath. “Are you ready to begin? There’s still time to change your mind if you want to.”
Taryn moved into Maeve’s personal space, sliding her lithe body almost into Maeve’s arms. Looking up into Maeve’s eyes, she said, “I want this. I want you. Fist me.”
Maeve couldn’t resist. She pulled Taryn the very few inches until their bodies were pressed together—hips, pelvises, chests, and breasts—then dropped the softest, lightest kisses she could produce across Taryn’s cheeks, nose, and eyelids. “I want you, too. I’ve wanted you for years. This is a dream come true for me. Let me undress you.”
Taryn nodded, and Maeve stepped back, dropping to her knees on the bronze rug. She slowly slid Taryn’s pumps off, then massaged Taryn’s feet, toes, and heels—first one foot and then the other. Each toe received its own few moments of individual attention. The arches were stroked and petted, then rubbed more firmly. Maeve hid a grin as she heard Taryn’s breathing become heavier, and the cream dripped from her own pussy. Taryn really did have very sexy feet. But it was time to move on.
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