by Mia Moore
“Trust me, it won’t.” Mila hadn’t moved. “We’ll just play here, and see how it goes. Remember, pet, you can end it anytime.”
Amanda nodded. Platypus. Right. She raised her eyes. “What now?” When Mila cocked an eyebrow at her, she added hastily, “Miss?”
“You’re going to do something for me that you’ve never done before sweetheart…” her voice faded to a murmur, and her fingers played with the hem of the skirt. She took the skirt and lifted it up, letting Amanda see she was naked underneath. “Taste me, pet,” she said.
Holy shit! Mila’s pussy was as bare as Elena’s was! At the top, she had a small patch of black fuzz, but the rest of her pussy was as bare as her ass cheeks. Whereas Elena’s vulva was pale pink, Mila’s Asian heritage made her own pussy a dark honey color. Now chewing on her lip, Amanda leaned her head forward and inhaled deeply.
It was ambrosia. The scent from Mila’s cleft was a rich scent, spicy tang layered over a sweet patina. She rose her hands and grasped at Mila’s hips as she rubbed her face gently up and down the surface of her friend’s crotch. She exhaled sharply and slowly inhaled again so she could infuse her senses even deeper of this intoxicating aroma.
Mila’s hand rested softly on the back of her head. “Now taste my pussy, pet…” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Lick me…”
Amanda didn’t need to be told twice. Opening her mouth, she slid her tongue from her mouth, and began to lap at the cleft of Mila’s outer lips. Her tongue was quickly coated with a slick dampness that she rolled in her mouth and swallowed. She bent her head back, looking into Mila’s eyes. “You are yummy, Miss,” she said.
“And you’re sweet.” Mila moved around to the couch and settled on it. She put one foot on the floor and arched her other on the backrest, splaying herself open. “Eat me out, pet, go down on me the way you would want me to lick you…”
“Oh Mila…” Amanda was in awe. Her best friend for years was lying before her, opening up her legs. She watched as Mila’s hand came down to her crotch, and a blood red fingernail pointed at the top of her clit.
“Make sure you pay attention here, pet, but suck my pussy too…”
Amanda dropped her head. With greedy strokes now, her tongue began to wash the cleft of Mila’s pussy like a cat grooming a kitten. With long, wet strokes, she raised and lowered her head, wetting Mila thoroughly, rewarded with small ‘Oooh’s!’ and gasps as her mouth travelled from the bottom to the top of her friend’s slit. She put her hands on Mila’s belly, rubbing small circles just above her crotch.
She slid her tongue up inside and swirled it the same way she had done to Mila’s mouth. She tasted so rich! It was a heady succulent mixture of an almost bitter tang mixed with saltiness on her tongue. She wanted, no, needed more! Her hands slid from Mila’s tummy and spread her lips wider as she put her mouth on top, rooting at her hole with her mouth. She drew her tongue out and began to buzz at Mila’s clit with it; like the wing of a hummingbird she lapped, feeling Mila squirm and shudder beneath her.
“Oh yes pet! Just like that! Keep it up!” Mila’s groans of pleasure spurred her on. Keeping her mouth firmly on the top of Mila’s opening, Amanda snaked her hand down to her crotch and began to finger fuck her. First with one finger, just sliding it in and out. When she inserted a second finger up inside her friend’s now oozing cleft, it was like a cattle prod.
“Oh shit!” Mila’s hands tore at Amanda’s hair, pressing her mouth onto her. “Right there! Right there pet!” she cried out.
Amanda kept her fingers up inside, curling them, seeking out the spongy softness at the top, searching for Mila’s G-spot.
Mila was now bucking under her, riding wave after wave of intensity. Amanda matched her pounding rhythm with her mouth and hand. Together on the couch, they squirmed and convulsed as one, Mila’s whimpers and moans of pleasure washing over the sultry jazz coming from the sound system.
“I’m gonna squirt!” Mila howled with a warning.
That only spurred Amanda on. Her head tore up from Mila’s crotch, chin dampened, “Give it to me, Miss!” She plunged back down, covering Mila’s pussy as best she could while keeping her hand flying up inside.
“Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!” Mila’s juice splashed into Amanda’s face. She moved her mouth over the source, taking her dearest friend’s essence into herself. She wanted as much of Mila within her as she could get. With a greedy lust she never knew she had, she continued to slurp and caress Mila, shoving her off the edge, to cascade down in a sheer panting fall of bliss. As Mila climaxed, Amanda eased up, still keeping her movements in tune with what Mila’s body was telling her.
She felt Mila begin to settle down and nestled herself between the woman’s thighs.
Mila’s hand was now stroking the top of her head. “Oh, pet, oh pet,” she said again and again, her voice a soft melody.
Amanda felt so… so fulfilled as she lay between Mila’s legs, which was a surprise because it wasn’t her, who orgasmed. She stroked her hand up and down Mila’s thigh, staring at the café au lait tone of her skin. Leaning over, she gently kissed Mila’s flesh, from the crevice of her crotch down to her knee and back up.
She raised her head, and placing her hands on the cushions, squirmed up the couch on top of Mila until she was face to face with her friend. Mila’s hands came up and with soft dusting gesture, wiped the wetness of her climax from her face.
“That was sensational, pet,” she breathed. “Absolutely sensational!” She gently took Amanda’s face and once more they kissed. This time it was without urgency or hunger, just a sweet, loving caress of one another. Pulling back, Mila said, “Let’s head to the bedroom.”
“Yes ma’am.”
***
The bed had already been turned down. Mila stood behind Amanda and gently undid the zipper of her dress. She pulled the shoulders down and lowered it to the floor. Amanda stepped out of it, naked but for her bra and panties. Mila unhooked her bra and lowered it. She nuzzled into Amanda’s back as her hands rose and began to knead and massage her breasts.
Amanda felt Mila’s head drop into her back. “I’ve wanted to do this for years!” she said in a soft voice.
“I feel like I’ve wasted time,” Amanda said, looking down as Mila’s hands as they fondled and played, softly caressing and pinching her now hard nipples. This shindig was far from over.
Chapter 11: BFF
The two women stood at the side of the bed, their heads turned so they could watch in the mirror. Mila’s head was still resting against the back of her taller friend, her hands wandering up and down the front of Amanda, from her neck to the waistband of her panties. With slow, steady strokes she caressed Amanda’s flesh, going deeper and deeper into Amanda’s panties each time.
Amanda could feel Mila’s breathing increase. She reached behind her and began rub her own hands up and down Mila’s side. She saw Mila smile again.
“Now it’s my turn,” Mila said. She guided the two of them to the side of the bed and they tumbled in. Mila knelt on the bed and shucked off her jacket and undid the snaps on her skirt and pulled it down. Now the only clothing worn was Amanda’s white lace panties.
Amanda scooched up to the top of the bed and laid back onto the pillows. She tucked her feet up towards her bum, putting her knees up into the air as Mila slithered up between them.
Mila began picking at the lace pattern. “These are pretty,” she said, looking up at Amanda. Her naturally dark eyes were almost black with a renewed hunger. She continued to caress the thin fabric that separated Amanda’s pussy from her hand.
“Thank you, Miss.”
Mila started to push on her pussy with a little more firmness. “But I think we need to remove them.” She hooked her fingers on the waistband and in a single move, tugged them off and tossed them to the floor.
Amanda closed her eyes. Ohmigod. She was about to have sex with someone! With her best friend! She began to chew her lip.
“Hey… you okay?”
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Amanda nodded. She felt Mila’s hands caress each of her thighs, from the knee up to her crotch, meeting at her belly button and back down again. Over and over, Mila’s hands stroked her. It was as if she was a skittish animal that needed to be calmed down.
Opening her eyes, she watched as Mila’s hand began rubbing her pussy. She watched as Mila’s fingers played with the folds of her skin, tracing up and down the cleft and pressing softly on her clit.
She watched as Mila spread open her outer lips and began to lick her pussy the same way that she had done to her on the couch. Like a kitten drinking milk from a saucer, Mila’s tongue lapped at the surface of her pussy, from the bottom up to the top. Mila stopped her head and began to lave the small hooded spot where her clit was with wet strokes, her tongue glistening.
And nothing happened. No buzz, no jolt. Shit; not even a damn tingle!
After a few moments of trying, Mila lifted her head and the two women’s gazes met. She saw a look of genuine concern on Mila’s face. “Is this doing anything for you pet?”
She gave her head a small shake.
Mila stopped what she was doing. “Hey… Amanda, are you okay?”
She shook her head again slightly, her lips pressed tightly together.
“Okay… I’ll say it then… ‘Platypus’.” Mila rolled out from between her legs and went up beside her. She took her in her arms and cuddled with her. “This was great as far as it went, hon, but let’s not push it too far, okay?”
Amanda thumped the mattress with a fist. “WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH ME?” Tears began to leak out of her tightly shut eyes.
Mila took her friend to her and held her as she cried. “I don’t know.” Reaching down, she took the sheet and comforter and pulled it over them. She stroked the back of her head as the pent up fear, frustration and humiliation of Amanda’s tears wet her shoulder. “But we’ll figure something out, okay?”
“What are you, some kind of psychiatrist now?” Amanda’s muffled voice rose from her shoulder.
“Nope. Just an oversexed shop girl.” Mila’s hand stroked the back of her neck. “But if there’s one thing I know is how to get laid, right?”
“Uh huhhh…”
“So, young Jedi, get you fucked I shall!”
Amanda lifted her head and snickered. “Okay, I’ll try.”
Mila gave her a light slap. “Try? Do, or do not. There is no ‘try’.”
Amanda kissed the tip of her nose. “You really are my best friend you know.”
“As you are mine.”
They lay quietly together and drifted off to sleep.
Just before she went under, Amanda thought that slumber parties were pretty cool.
Chapter 12: Training Wheels
For a full week afterwards Amanda avoided talking about anything that had to do with sex. She also vowed not to think about sex, but that’s like not thinking about pink elephants. When Elena tried to speak with her the day after their episode, she just waved her boss off telling her that she appreciated everything they had done, but needed some space.
It was more difficult with Mila, of course. Their time together had been intense. When she had woke the next morning, she felt refreshed though. Mila didn’t understand what she was going through—hell, she didn’t have a clue why she was so strung out over it—but all in all, Mila loved and accepted her.
What more could one want?
She did spend the week sublimating the hell out of herself, that was for sure!
When she wasn’t at work, she was out doing stuff. Marathon bike rides, long runs and kayaking filled not only her after work hours, but also her before work hours. She didn’t want to touch her computer, and knew that if she tried watching any TV she’d be pondering this whole damn thing.
What unnerved her the most was how much she liked being told what to do. She was never that way in her day to day life! Sure, she was a ‘nice’ person; she wasn’t pushy or bitchy, even when people were inconsiderate or worse to her. But she never considered herself to be anyone’s doormat.
But still…
Having Mila take control like that, and having Elena take control like that… had been a turn on.
Coupling that with how much she loved going down on Mila… oh shit, was she really gay deep down inside?
Oh no!
She didn’t want to be gay!
But Mila tasted so yummy! What if (when she finally got around to it) having sex with a guy wasn’t as good?
Wait a damn minute! It’s supposed to be better!
Isn’t it?
How the hell would she know one way or the other, virgin that she is?
Gah!
The most annoying thing for her now was working at the store. When customers would come in and browse around, she was undressing every one of them in her mind’s eye. Was that woman wearing panties? Did this woman really have such a big bust? And if so, what were her nipples like? Was she shaved or not?
What would they taste like if she went down on them?
Gah!
This was driving her crazy, and she wasn’t even supposed to be thinking about sex! Trying to not to think about sex was more exhausting than not having sex!
Even if she wasn’t able to control what she was thinking of, she resolved that for a full week she wouldn’t masturbate. Not. At. All. Even if her brain wasn’t co-operating, at least she was in control of what she did, so there.
She managed to at least keep that promise to herself.
***
She finished work at 5:00pm on Friday and had the whole weekend free. She had been able to stick with her pledge to herself to keep her hands to herself (?) for a whole week. She couldn’t wait to get home.
She no sooner got in the door to her apartment that her phone buzzed. Damn, it was Mila, and she’d been putting her off all week! She had to take the damn call.
She pressed the key, and held the phone to her ear. “Hey,” she said.
“Sooo…” Mila’s voice was like a purr.
“So what?”
“So whatcha’ gonna be doing tonight? Got any plaaaaans?”
“Yeah, kinda.” She looked over to her dining room table where her laptop was calling to her.
“Oh. I thought we could get together.” She could hear the disappointment in Mila’s voice. “When you left that morning after… well, you wouldn’t talk about… anything… and now I’m worried that we made a mistake or something that night.”
“No! No! We didn’t make any mistakes! I’m just, you know, messed up!” And horny as hell.
Mila laughed. “I think messed up is too strong a term, Amanda. I just think you got a hang up that you don’t want to let go of.”
Amanda had wandered over to her laptop and woke it up. She clicked on the bookmark for the game website and logged in. “I don’t know about that, Mila. I tried to get off when we were together, but I hit some kind of brick wall.”
“So hit it again! Sooner or later it’s gonna break y’know!” When Amanda didn’t reply, she continued, “Look, you really like riding your bike, right?”
“Yeah, so what?”
“Did you just decide that you wanted to ride your bicycle one day, jump on it and take off? Or did you first have to ride a tricycle and then use training wheels?”
She nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“And did you ever fall off your bike?”
She nodded. “The first day I rode a two wheeler without the training wheels. I tried to turn around to come back up the street and got all tangled up and fell down, yeah.”
“The. First. Time.”
“Yeah.”
“What about when you started to ski, huh?”
And although she loved to ski, learning how to do that was a real challenge the first time she went on the slopes. She stopped stock still. She had such a bad time her parents hired an instructor! They knew she really, really wanted to ski, but she just couldn’t figure it out on her own. “I had an instructor.”
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“Uh huh…”
“Did you let that stop you?”
“No…”
“And you have not one, but two mentors. And sex is a lot easier to get the hang of than skiing, Amanda.”
She closed the lid to her laptop and sat down at the table. “Okay. You made your point. What next, Miss?” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, her pussy tingled.
“There’s a party tonight, and we’re going.”
“Oh? Where?”
“At Josh and Carrie’s.”
“Oh. Will Elena be there?”
“Yes.”
Her pussy tingled again.
“And her husband?” And maybe his buddy she heard about last week…
“I’ll pick you up at 8:00. Dress to impress.”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Good girl.”
Chapter 13: Get Real!
Mila arrived wearing the same outfit she wore the night she and Amanda had their slumber party. Her black bolero jacket exposed her bare midriff, and it was unzipped all the way down, exposing Mila’s full breasts covered by a black satin and lace bra. She was wearing three inch heels that made her hips sway tantalizingly under the pleated leather skirt.
Amanda wanted to go down on her right then and there in her apartment.
“You look downright debauched!” Mila said when she stepped into Amanda’s place.
“Look who’s talking. I’m surprised you didn’t get attacked in the elevator!”
Mila grinned. “Nope. But I sure got hit on when I gassed up the car!” She grinned devilishly. “I gave the gas station attendant quite a view when I bent over to fill the tank!”
“Don’t you get nervous being such a tease?”
“I’ve always been able to take care of myself, hon.” She reached out and put her hands on Amanda’s shoulders. “And I’ll take care of you, don’t worry pet.” Her head went down and up, admiring Amanda’s stretch knit mini dress. “You look positively yummy,” she said.