Lesbian Lovers

by Berengaria Brown

  Maeve kissed her way up Taryn’s left shin from the foot to the knee. Squatting on her heels, she lifted Taryn’s leg and slung it over her shoulder, before licking and kissing the sensitive skin of Taryn’s inner thighs. Turning the leg on her shoulder, Maeve licked behind Taryn’s knee and then kissed across the leg and back again.

  Maeve could smell Taryn’s arousal. She just bet the other woman’s panties were as soaked as her own. It’s time to move on again.

  Gently Maeve set Taryn’s foot back on the rug and smiled again at the other woman’s sigh. Oh yes, I’m having the right effect here.

  Maeve stood behind Taryn and gently rubbed her shoulders and back, massaging the tense muscles and the spine before holding Taryn’s sides and massaging them, but carefully not touching the edges of her breasts. Once again, Maeve gave a secret giggle at Taryn’s wiggles. The woman definitely wanted her breasts touched. But not yet. Slow and steady would win this race.

  Maeve ran her own hands up and down Taryn’s spine, gently pressing against the knobs and wishing her hands were on bare skin instead of over cotton fabric.

  Maeve could tell Taryn was very aroused, so perhaps it was time to undress her a bit more.

  Maeve really wanted her hands on that soft, silky skin. She slowly unzipped Taryn’s fitted dress. It was quite a pretty outfit in a deep green that looked very good with Taryn’s blonde prettiness. However, naked would look so much better, Maeve decided, brushing her hands over Taryn’s shoulders so the dress slipped off Taryn’s arms and down her body in a soft whoosh of fabric.

  Well, how typical of Taryn! Her bra and panties were in the same deep green as her dress, only lace instead of cotton.

  Maeve couldn’t resist. She stroked her hands down Taryn’s arms, then down Taryn’s back, loving the feel of the tender skin and the lithe, lightly muscled body. Maeve pressed gentle kisses across Taryn’s shoulders, and Taryn leaned back, acknowledging them. Oh, the woman was hot, every action unutterably sexy.

  Controlling her own screaming libido, Maeve held Taryn’s arms and gently turned Taryn so they were facing each other. The look in Taryn’s eyes told her everything she wanted to know. Taryn was highly aroused and ready for the next step.

  Maeve leaned in and began kissing Taryn. She’d wanted to kiss Taryn properly for the longest time—months, likely even a year. To finally do it was a dream come true, and Taryn tasted just as sweet as Maeve had always known she would. There was a slight hint of the red wine Taryn’d drunk at the bar, but there was an underlying flavor that was pure Taryn—rich, sweet, lush, perfect.

  Maeve sipped gently at Taryn’s lips and then licked along the seam. Taryn opened instantly, and Maeve’s tongue slid inside, enjoying the stronger flavor, the deeper intimacy. Unbidden, Maeve’s hands came up to grip Taryn’s shoulders, and Taryn wiggled closer until their bodies were glued together, tongues dancing, nipples pressing into breasts, mouths locked together, heads tilted to attain that perfect angle.

  Eventually they drew apart, chests heaving air into oxygen-starved lungs. “Wow, that was hot. But you seem to need help getting your clothes off.” Taryn grabbed Maeve’s T-shirt and tugged it upward. Taryn flung it off over Maeve’s head, not looking where it landed as her hands were already unzipping Maeve’s jeans. Maeve took the opportunity to unsnap Taryn’s bra. Maeve desperately wanted to get her hands and mouth on Taryn’s breasts.

  Taryn was slender but still curved in all the right places. Her breasts, while not huge, filled Maeve’s palm.

  She couldn’t resist; she had to taste them. Maeve lowered her mouth to suck a nipple deep inside. Oh yes, that was wonderful. She continued sucking, drawing the entire areola into her mouth, savoring the flavor of sweet woman.

  Then Taryn’s hands were on her body, her own bra was tangling over her arms, and they had to draw apart for a few moments to remove the last of their clothes and for Maeve to step out of her jeans and kick off her shoes.

  Maeve snatched Taryn’s green lace panties up off the floor and breathed the scent deep into her lungs. She kept her gaze fixed on Taryn’s face as she sucked the crotch of the lace into her mouth, then licked her lips. “I always knew you’d taste delicious. I can’t wait to get my mouth on your pussy.”

  “Do it. I want that. Then fist me.”

  Chapter Two

  Taryn had never been so aroused in her whole life. She didn’t consider herself to be a cold person, but sex had never been the earth-shaking experience she’d read about in books. In fact, half the time the only way she even came was after Ben was asleep and she got herself off.

  Of course, she knew some women never came from a cock, but still, she often felt cheated. If he’d just done more to please her, instead of concentrating on getting his own rocks off… Oh well, he was gone now, and she’d worry about what his parents and friends would say to her about that later. It would cause a storm of comments and recriminations; she knew that.

  I’m so glad I asked Maeve to fist me. I know it’s the right thing to do, and the foreplay has almost had me climaxing already. I don’t care if the fisting hurts; I want to do it. I want the intensity, the unbearable passion, and I know Maeve will be the perfect teacher.

  Taryn slid up on the bed with Maeve, wishing Maeve would touch her again. God, Maeve did that so well: very softly and gently, but with just enough pressure to arouse her. And playing with her feet! Who knew feet were an erogenous zone? In fact, every inch of skin Maeve touched instantly became an erogenous zone. And now they were getting to the fisting. I can’t wait!

  Maeve took a jar of scented lube out of the nightstand. When Maeve opened the lid, Taryn breathed in the scent. Vanilla, the same as the little tea candles. Taryn watched excitedly, only just aware that the quiet background music was adding to her arousal. Oh yeah. Using all the senses. I must remember that.

  Soon. Soon Maeve would put her entire hand inside Taryn, and she would finally know what fisting was all about.

  Maeve was talking. Taryn dragged her mind back from her thrilling thoughts to what Maeve was saying.

  “First, I’ll lube all around your cunt, the outside, the labia, and inside, although you’re quite wet already. Then I’ll lube my entire hand and wrist. I fold the thumb in like this and curve the fingers into each other. Even so, getting the widest part of my hand inside you will stretch you a lot and may hurt. You know that don’t you?”

  Taryn nodded. She watched Maeve demonstrate the hand movements. Taryn didn’t care if it hurt. In fact, she expected it would hurt at least a bit. But she wanted this so badly. She lay down flat on her back, spread her legs wide, and planted her feet flat on the mattress, still thinking happily about the way Maeve had stroked her toes. The woman had some very erotic tricks. I knew she was the one to come to for this!

  Taryn kept her gaze fixed on Maeve as the other woman—my lover now—slathered the vanilla-scented lube over her entire hand and wrist and began massaging the lube into Taryn’s nether lips and all around her entry. Just having Maeve’s hand down there felt so good. Firm, but not rough. Certainly not like some men who scratched her tender skin in their haste to get her wet. Yes, how many times had she asked Ben to trim his nails? He’d always looked at her as if she was insane, despite her complaining about him scratching her sensitive skin. Yet Maeve’s fingers were careful, gentle, but oh-so-arousing.

  “That feels good already,” Taryn whispered, trying to widen her knees even farther and longing for Maeve to come inside.

  “Ah, honey, I want this to be the very best for you.”

  Maeve’s fingers were teasing her clit, stroking her lips, and just sneaking the tiniest bit into her channel. Taryn’s hips were rising up into Maeve’s touches, but Maeve was moving so slowly that Taryn wanted to scream at her to do more, faster, NOW!

  Maeve leaned up and kissed Taryn—a hot, passionate kiss with lots of tongue. Taryn’s pussy was dripping cream, and when their lips broke apart and Maeve placed her mouth over Taryn’s breast, Taryn felt the first r
ipples of an orgasm beginning deep inside. The more Maeve sucked, the more the coils of need built inside Taryn.

  She clutched Maeve’s dark, curly head to her breast and writhed, wanting more, wanting it now. “Oh for god’s sake, do it. Fist me now.”

  Maeve gave Taryn the wickedest grin. “Are you sure you’re ready?” Then she lowered her head and sucked Taryn’s other breast.

  “Ah! You naughty tease,” groaned Taryn. But the climax was still building inside her. Every lick, every suck, every nip, even the scent of vanilla on Maeve’s skin was bringing her closer and closer to a massive orgasm.

  Maeve licked a line between Taryn’s breasts and down to her bellybutton. Then Maeve puffed air on the damp skin. Once again, Taryn groaned. Maeve swirled her tongue into the little indentation, and Taryn grabbed her head again, holding her there, wanting more.

  Maeve’s fingers were back playing with her pussy entry, pushing into her channel, and Taryn knew that this time, finally, Maeve would fist her.

  Maeve lifted her head, and they gazed into each other’s eyes as Maeve’s fingers wriggled and twisted and inched farther inside Taryn. Yes. Yes. This is what I want. This is what I need.

  There was pressure and stretching, but Maeve was gently persistent, firm but never rough, and her hand gradually moved farther and farther inside Taryn. It was exciting, thrilling, and altogether wonderful. Then, almost with a pop, her wrist was inside and Maeve was twisting her fingers this way and that, stroking Taryn’s walls, filling Taryn up completely, letting her knuckles tease one wall while the heel of her hand touched the other side.

  It was perfect—beyond awesome. Taryn’s channel convulsed, grabbing Maeve’s hand and holding it tight as she came and came and came in an orgasm so powerful she was surprised her whole body didn’t explode in joy.

  Taryn’s orgasm seemed to last for hours, days, but eventually she started relaxing, and Maeve slipped her hand out of Taryn’s cunt. It seemed to come out very easily, but likely that was because cream was flooding from her.

  Taryn grabbed Maeve and pulled Maeve up on the pillow beside her. “Thank you. That was wonderful. Even better than I’d ever thought it could be.”

  “It was good for me, too. Being inside you like that was amazing. And watching you climax. You’re so beautiful when you come.”

  “I’m sorry you couldn’t come too.”

  “Oh, I did. I came the minute my hand slid inside you. It was the best thing ever.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, really. I’ve wanted you for the longest time, but I’ve always known it wasn’t possible because you’re straight. To touch you so intimately was the fulfillment of my dreams. You’re a hell of a hot chick, honey.”

  Taryn laughed and cuddled into Maeve. “I’m so glad it wasn’t just all about me. You’re very special to me, Maeve. I meant it when I said you were the only person I could trust to fist me. Besides, I wouldn’t be so sure I’m straight. You know, sex with men has never been as good for me as it was just then with you.”

  “That’s because you haven’t met the right man yet. When you do—”

  “I don’t believe that. Everyone, absolutely everyone, was convinced Ben was the right man. His family had us married with two kids from the second date. In fact, his family will likely put a contract out for my murder when they find out we’ve split up.”

  “Seriously?”

  “That may be a slight exaggeration, but they have been very definite about us being an item. Every second sentence begins with, ‘When you and Ben are married,’ and you know, most of what they say isn’t what I want. I can’t see myself staying at home with kids. I really can’t.”

  “But these days you don’t have to. Hell, you don’t even have to have kids. And if you do, there are nannies, and babysitters, and daycare centers. You don’t have to give up your career if you marry.”

  Taryn wiggled around on the bed, insinuating herself deeper into Maeve’s arms. “I’m not being very clear, I guess. My thoughts are still muddled. But us, here, right now, is a perfect example. After sex, every man I’ve ever known goes right off to sleep. I want to cuddle and talk. Hell, if I haven’t gotten off, I want to come, then cuddle and talk. But it’s deeper than that. I guess I just want more. More understanding, more appreciation, more space to be me. Does that make sense?”

  “Yes, honey, it does.” Maeve’s arms tightened around Taryn, and she snuggled closer, relishing being held by someone who listened to her. Someone she could trust. Her best friend. Were they going to be more than best friends?

  “I need to warn you, though, honey, that the world is not as open-minded about same-sex relationships as it should be. It’s one thing to cut yourself loose from Ben, or any other Mr. Wrong. But you need to think very carefully before deciding you want a lesbian partnership. I’d love us to be permanent lovers. Hell, I’d be thrilled to be your casual fuck-buddy. But if people like Ben and his family find out we’re more than friends, your life really will get complicated. You need to think it all over really carefully before making any decisions. And let me just repeat what I said before. Simply because everyone said you and Ben were the perfect couple, and he wasn’t right for you, that doesn’t mean there isn’t a man out there who could make you very happy.”

  “That’s why you’re my friend, Maeve. It’s why I trust you. You’re totally calm and honest and fair. Ben was never fair. Everything had to be what he wanted. His family was just the same. They decided what would be right for me, and I knew the relationship wasn’t going to work. With you, I get a truthful approach. I don’t know if I’m bisexual or not. I do know what we did tonight was so much better than any sex I’ve ever had before. I’m not stupid. I know there’s going to be trouble. Lots of trouble. But I want to give it a go.”

  “I’d love to teach you some more about lesbian loving. What say we just agree to spend some time together? You can decide then whether or not that’s what you’re looking for,” suggested Maeve.

  “It is what I want, I know it is. But I agree to your terms. Now, can you teach me how to please you? I really think it’s time I found out what will make you explode. After all, I just had the best orgasm of my life, thanks to you. The least I can do is attempt to return the favor.”

  End