by Fields, Cat
‘No.’ Sadie shook her head. ‘Not them.’
‘It’s not my brother, is it?’ Georgia asked, pulling a face.
Sadie snorted with laughter. ‘No. Whilst Jack is a handsome guy, he’s not really my type.’
‘So, who is your type?’ Georgia asked.
Sadie closed her eyes and breathed deeply through her nose. ‘Girls,’ she said simply.
Georgia stared. ‘What?’
‘I like girls,’ Sadie said.
‘No you don’t.’ Georgia frowned. ‘You would have told me before now, right? We tell each other everything.’
Sadie smiled sadly. ‘I was scared to tell you. I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable around me.’
‘So … you’re gay? For real?’
Sadie nodded. ‘I’m gay.’
Georgia sat back in her chair, her eyebrows raised. ‘Wow. I had no idea. I mean, it didn’t even cross my mind.’
‘You don’t mind, do you?’ Sadie asked, nervously.
‘Mind?’ Georgia repeated. ‘Of course not! It’s great! I wish you’d told me sooner.’
Sadie grinned, ear to ear.
‘Hey, let’s get out of here,’ Georgia said, finishing her coffee. ‘Let’s go back to my house. My parents are out, and Jack is at soccer practice.’
Sadie nodded. ‘All right.’
On the walk, Georgia was acting strange. She walked fast paced, and looked over her shoulder often. She checked her watch several times.
‘Are you all right?’ Sadie asked when they were just around the corner from Georgia’s home.
Georgia nodded. ‘Yes. I really want to get home is all. Hey, will you sleep over tonight?’
‘Okay, but I didn’t bring a change of clothes.’
‘That’s okay.’ Georgia waved a hand airily.
Once inside the house, Georgia dropped her school bag, took Sadie’s hand, and rushed her upstairs.
‘What are you doing?’ Sadie asked, rather panicked. Georgia was acting strange.
‘C’mon,’ Georgia urged Sadie along the hall.
‘What-’ Sadie began as they entered Georgia’s bedroom, but she was cut off.
Georgia came right over to Sadie and kissed her hard, her tongue plunging deep into Sadie’s mouth. Shocked, it took Sadie several moments to realise what was happening.
Pulling away, Sadie breathed, ‘What … what are you doing?’
‘Kissing you,’ Georgia said, her eyes sparkling.
‘But … why?’ Sadie asked.
‘I want you,’ Georgia said. Sadie felt the butterflies explode in her stomach.
Sadie pulled Georgia close and kissed her passionately. They fell backwards onto Georgia’s bed, with Georgia on top of Sadie. Georgia briefly broke the kiss to pull her school shirt over her head.
‘Georgia,’ Sadie breathed, staring up at her best friend. Georgia’s large breasts were begging to be released from the black bra. ‘What’s gotten into you?’
‘I wish you’d told me that you were a lesbian, Sade,’ Georgia said breathlessly. ‘We could have had so much time together. Years, maybe.’
Sadie was speechless. ‘I don’t know what you’re saying.’
Georgia looked like she was struggling for words. ‘Why do you think I go through so many boyfriends, Sadie? I’ve been trying to find someone to make me happy. But I am not attracted to any of them. Nothing feels right.’
‘How do you feel now?’ Sadie asked.
‘That night, when we kissed for the first time,’ Georgia said, ‘that felt right. And suddenly I knew who I had been waiting for.’
Sadie could have cried at that moment, from happiness. Georgia lowered her head, her caramel hair tickling Sadie’s neck. They kissed deeply, and passionately.
Slowly, Sadie reached around and undid the clasp of Georgia’s bra, freeing her pert breasts.
Georgia pushed Sadie’s shirt over her head, and proceeded to kiss the tops of her breasts. Sadie sighed and extended her neck, allowing Georgia to lick the nape. Sadie’s hands cupped Georgia’s breasts, feeling her hard nipples against her palms.
Georgia’s knee was between Sadie’s thighs, exerting pressure against her crotch. Sadie knew that her panties must be drenched by now.
As they kissed, Sadie hitched up Georgia’s skirt, feeling her smooth, milky thighs.
Sadie broke the kiss. ‘I’ve wanted this for years,’ she confessed.
Georgia nodded, taking Sadie’s lips once more as though she could not bear to be apart. Sadie’s panties had become quite damp now. Excitement buzzed through her.
Georgia’s body was just right. She was slim and toned and Sadie wanted her so bad.
Fingering the hem of Georgia’s underwear, Sadie said, ‘take them off.’
Georgia smiled, and allowed Sadie to remove her panties.
Sadie stared at her completely naked best-friend.
Georgia’s pussy was shaven, apart from a fine strip of hair heading up from her pubic bone. The sight made Sadie shiver in anticipation. Sadie had an excellent view of Georgia’s pussy, as she was straddling her.
Georgia kissed Sadie’s neck again, before moving to her mouth and breasts. Sadie bent her right knee so that her thigh was in contact with Georgia’s pussy. She could feel how wet Georgia was. She was almost dripping down Sadie’s knee.
Georgia gasped a little.
‘Have you been with another girl before?’ She asked.
Sadie shook her head. ‘No. I was waiting for you.’
Georgia smiled. She certainly seemed to be in a hurry - her hands were roaming all over Sadie’s body and her kisses were getting progressively deeper and more passionate.
Georgia tugged at Sadie’s panties – intent on removing them as quickly as possible. Sadie’s head swam. She couldn’t believe this was really happening!
Taking Georgia’s hand, Sadie showed her where to touch. Georgia’s fingers were delicate and unsure as she slid between Sadie’s folds. Sadie nibbled her earlobes and ran her own hand over Georgia’s breast.
Goosebumps erupted over Georgia’s skin, and she visibly shivered.
‘Are you all right?’ Sadie asked.
Georgia nodded and kissed Sadie deeply again.
‘I want to-’ Georgia stopped abruptly.
‘Tell me,’ Sadie coaxed.
‘I’m embarrassed.’
‘You don’t need to be embarrassed with me,’ Sadie reminded her.
Georgia did not say what she wanted, instead, she showed Sadie. Georgia got to her knees and slid down Sadie’s body, trailing kisses along the way. Sadie’s head was spinning as Georgia positioned herself between her thighs. First, Georgia toyed with the button between Sadie’s folds, the sensitivity of it increasing every second. Next, Georgia slid two fingers inside of Sadie, something that almost drove her mad with desire.
By this point, Sadie’s clitoris was swollen, and she was so slick with arousal that she was begging Georgia for release. The excitement grew more intense with each passing moment. Georgia placed her mouth over Sadie’s womanhood and licked the juices from her.
‘My god,’ Sadie breathed, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
‘Am I doing it right?’ Georgia’s head popped up between Sadie’s thighs.
‘Yes,’ Sadie breathed.
Georgia ducked her head again, and kissed Sadie’s pussy, making her whimper.
Afterward, Georgia crawled up the bed to meet Sadie’s lips. She could taste herself upon Georgia’s mouth, and she found it extremely arousing.
Sadie used her hand to feel the soft inner thigh of Georgia’s leg. The hand slowly worked its way up her thigh until her fingertips found the first wisps of pubic hair. They were moist, and Sadie could not resist running her fingers along the slick wetness.
Then she withdrew her hand and brought her fingers under her nose so she could smell the sweetness of Georgia’s womanhood.
‘Oh no.’ Georgia averted her eyes.
Sadie smiled, and licked her fin
gers, making Georgia gasp.
‘Sadie!’
‘Relax, Georgia,’ Sadie let out a small laugh. She put her fingers to Georgia’s mouth. Georgia was hesitant, but eventually sucked on them.
Sadie returned her hand to Georgia’s thighs. She sought out her soft folds with her fingertips, and relished in the wetness that she felt.
Once again, Sadie found her face in between Georgia’s legs. She savored the taste of the honey that Georgia made for her. Sadie tortured Georgia’s sex until she was begging for climax. She felt a chill run through her body as her tongue invaded this dark and private place. She licked, and dipped her tongue inside Georgia, before stopping suddenly, forcing Georgia to moan impatiently.
Sadie crawled up to meet Georgia and kissed her thoroughly, denying her the orgasm she so greatly craved. Georgia was panting hard, and looked at Sadie pleadingly. Sadie lay on top of her, their wet mounds pressing against each other, their clitorises meeting. For a while, they ground against each other in the way that a man and woman might, until the action became so torturous that Georgia was begging for release. Georgia’s heels were upon the bed, raising her bottom to meet Sadie’s thrusts. They were sweating now, droplets pooling between their bodies, as, with each movement, they came closer to the brink of climax. Their mouths met clumsily, tongues lashing, kissing and licking. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, their bodies convulsed in unison, and wave after wave of pleasure rocked their bodies until they were so exhausted that neither of them could move a muscle.
Sadie’s voice was hoarse, and Georgia did not seem able to form words. Georgia rested her head upon Sadie’s chest, and together they dozed off. Sadie had never had such a wonderful sleep.
Going to War
By Cat Fields
The soft light of the candles gave their skin an orange glow. His hands slowly began to explore her body as though he was seeing it for the first time. They’d been together countless times, yet were now seeing one another in a whole new light. They knew each other’s bodies like the backs of their hands, but their movements suggested the kind of longing that only new couples felt.
She responded to his touch like she had when they were younger, purring softly like a kitten, arching her back until their torso’s met.
He thought she was beautiful, still. Ten years of marriage had not diminished the love he felt for his wife, and tonight he would make it known to her, because in the morning he would be gone.
She had cried, at first, when he’d told her a week ago. She’d begged him to stay. But he mustn’t. This was something he needed to do.
His hands caressed her face, gently tracing the outline of her jaw. He leaned closer, their lips an inch apart. The anticipation was more erotic than the act itself, but finally his mouth came down in a warm, lingering kiss.
Her fingers caressed his hair as she inhaled the smell of his skin. He smelled of cinnamon and spice, something which she’d almost forgotten until this moment. They breathed as one as his fingertips traced along her neck, before he gently encircled her throat. Carefully, he moved her head back to expose the length of her neck.
His hand moved down her body, leaving her neck exposed for his lips, which he brushed along her throat. As his lips explored, his hand brushed over her stomach with a delicate touch, leaving her trembling beneath him.
She’d trembled just the same when he’d begun to pack his bags, tears silently rolling down her cheek.
‘I’m sorry,’ he’d said. ‘But I’ll be home soon.’
‘How can you be sure?’ she’d replied.
‘Because I have you waiting for me.’
But now, on this last night, there was no tears. Only mouths, hands, and bodies. His hand moved up to cup her full breast, his palm brushing over her erect nipple. She shuddered beneath him, his slightest touch sending waves of pleasure trembling through her body. His lips moved to her earlobe, and he gently suckled, his warm breath washing over her. His focus moved downward, gently nuzzling her breast. Tongue flicking out, he rolled her nipple into his mouth, before catching it gently between his teeth. She gasped, and sighed, revelling in the attention he provided so willingly. She hadn’t felt this pampered in years. Her nipples became hard and swollen as his tongue danced around them.
Then, he raised himself onto his hands and towered above her, staring down at her body and taking in her beauty. He simply wanted to admire the sensuality of the woman before him. As his eyed moved over her body, everything inside him screamed with desire for her. His lips found hers again, in an eager kiss, before trailing his lips down her body. He brushed his kisses over her stomach, savouring every inch of her pearlescent skin.
Her skin was as soft as the day he’d married her, when she was only twenty-two. He recalled the radiant smile she’d given him as she walked down the isle to meet him. Ten years on and she hadn’t aged a day. In fact, he thought her even more beautiful, which made it harder to say goodbye.
‘Will you write?’ she’d asked the day before.
‘Of course. And I’ll call every day,’ he promised.
But now was not the time to think about what lay ahead; countless sleepless nights away from home, sandflies, and stray dogs. He’d been trained for this, of course, but being there was another matter entirely.
Shaking the thoughts aside, he slipped one hand beneath her head, lacing his fingers through her hair, while the other traced the fabric of her panties. She inhaled sharply when his fingertips brushed lightly against her desire.
Slipping his hand into her cotton panties, his fingers toyed with the trail of soft hair above her womanhood. She curled her fingers around his locks, the anticipation almost too much to bear.
‘I want you,’ she breathed. ‘Now.’
‘Slow,’ he replied. ‘There’s no rush. Tonight is about us.’
Her body calmed at his request, and his fingers slowly cupped her womanhood. He could feel how damp she’d become already; the heat radiated from her sex.
A shiver ran down her spine as his searching fingers slipped between her sweet folds. With just a slight brush over her swollen clit, her hips moved upward, begging him for more. He paused for a moment, enjoying the control he had over her. She ached for him to touch her, to be one.
He was going agonizingly slow on purpose. He loved to torture his wife with the promise of pleasure – it drove her mad with desire.
Finally, he slid his fingers inside her at the same moment her hips drove upward to meet him. She tensed, her body alight with the simple pleasure he provided. Slowly he began to massage, his hand cupping her mound firmly, causing her body to burn with desire. She tried to grind against his hand, prompting him to go faster, but he resisted. He was in control without uttering a word, and she knew it. She loved his silent command.
He proceeded to slip off her panties, before returning his attention to her womanhood. As his fingers alone moved over her sensitive bug, he whispered to her, words of romance. She allowed her thoughts to slip away until the passion began to overflow, and she was trembling with pleasure. Yet he didn’t want her to experience the release – not yet, anyway. He had much more to offer her.
Lowering his mouth to her warmth, he kissed her soft patch of hair, allowing his tongue to dart out and taste her sweet, wet desire below. He let his tongue open her lips and search for the sensitive, swollen bud. Her breathing became sharper, and her toes curled around the bed sheets as the pleasure engulfed her body. The sensation was building as his tongue explored her sex, moving away from her clit and dipping inside her wetness. She writhed beneath him, her fingers threading through his hair as she bucked to meet his mouth.
He returned his tongue to her engorged bud, flicking the tip quickly, torturously. She squirmed and moaned his name, begging for more. But he knew better. He wanted to savour every last moment. He flattened his tongue, covering her womanhood as he licked firmly across her sensitive clit. She cried out, and he knew she was close to the point of no return.
So
he stopped and moved away from her. Her eyes, unfocussed and wanting, searched for him. She sighed with frustration, but smiled anyway.
‘You’re a tease,’ she breathed.
‘It’s not over yet,’ he told her.
Lowering his body to hers, he pressed his weight against her. The warmth and pressure of his body against her made her feel safe. She wanted to be one with him for the last time – no one knew how long it would be before they could be one again. Months perhaps; however long his tour of duty lasted.
Her thoughts returned to the moment to feel his lips tickle her ear, his kisses slow and tender. He inhaled deeply, basking in her aroma, and the sweet musk of her desire for him. She was ravenous for him, but knew he wanted to savour the moment.
She felt him, hard and erect between her thighs, his swollen member probing at her entrance, teasing her with things to come. She ached herself against him, willing him to make them one, but he simply smiled and shook his head.
‘What’s the rush?’ he purred in her ear. ‘I’ll have you begging soon enough.’
She was physically hungry to feel him inside her, to fill her depths. She could see the love in his eyes as he watched her squirm beneath him.
He used softly spoken words to coax her and build her passion, cradling her in his arms as if she was made of glass; a fragile sculpture, or a delicate petal that needed the gentlest touch. Drawing her close, he could feel her heart’s every beat. It was frantic, desperate for release, and swollen with loved and affection for him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, willing him to enter her, but he resisted. She tightened her grip, pulling him closer until his stiff manhood was rubbing against her aching slit.
‘I want you,’ she cooed in his ear. ‘I need you.’
‘You forgot the magic word,’ he teased, his warm breath tickling her neck.
‘Please,’ she begged, her fingers grasping his broad back, her thighs drawing him in. ‘Please, my love.’
The words sounded familiar in his ear. It was the exact phrase she had used when he told her of his call to duty. She had said; Please, my love. Don’t go, to which he had responded, I’m sorry.
But he was not sorry at this moment, for he knew this would be a night to remember. A night of passion and lust, the likes of which he had not experienced for many years.