“I’d be much obliged.” I helped her off with her sport bra and briefs. At that moment, I couldn’t get over the sight before my eyes. All my prayers were answered. The questions about my identity seemed absurd.
I laughed out loud, and she covered her chest. I removed her arms. “Please let me enjoy the vision of your lovely body. You’re simply perfect.”
“Why the laugh?”
“At my stupidity.”
She looked puzzled.
“I don’t know why it took me so long.”
She threw herself into my arms, and the moment our naked breasts met, I feared I’d come again and she’d blame her lack of technique when it was actually that she had me more excited than I could control.
“So, it’s all my fault that you’re a big lezzy?” Between Chaz grinning her head off and planting exceptionally hot kisses on every inch of my flesh, I was wet all over again. We wrestled, but what I wanted was to have my first taste of her sex. To give her the gift she’d just bestowed upon me. What an empowering feeling. I knew that no amount of psychotherapy could teach me the lessons I’d learned in such a short time with my mentor, Dr. Olivia Chase. My Chaz. I laughed again.
“Now what’s so funny? You’re going to give me a complex, Dr. Harris.”
“I was just thinking how it would put us out of business if we told questioning patients to figure out their sexual orientation in a matter of hours by making fantastic, memorable and incredible love with the sexiest woman alive.”
She tackled me to the mattress and held my hands by my wrists captive above my head. Then she tickled my torso with her hair until I placed my knee against her soaked crotch. “You’re the sexiest woman alive, and I intend to keep you all to myself.”
I giggled and sucked in a breath. “Oh, Chaz. I hope so, but now, please let me see you. I need to feel you. God! I want to taste you,” I begged. She relented, lying on her back, ready for me, her arms open and beckoning my touch. I couldn’t get enough and started memorizing each inch of her body. I had to feel for myself that what I was seeing was indeed real. How had I gotten this lucky? These new feelings overwhelmed every sense, heightening my pleasure. Had I not dared, I would have never known.
Her flawless flesh blurred, but I wouldn’t close my eyes because I didn’t want to miss anything. “I love your body.”
She reached up, and only then did my tears flow freely. She brushed them away, and I kissed her wet fingers. I nipped at her shoulders, her breasts, stopping only to suckle one nipple and then the other. I kissed her flat belly. I hesitated to inhale the musky scent of her sex, dripping for me. I dared to part her folds and marveled at the glistening red, ripe silk that had my name on it. I bent down, and I knew it was slower than she wanted, than she needed, because I watched as her clit twitched and enlarged before my eyes.
I had to take my time. I had to please her just right. I knew whatever happened that I’d never be the same ever again. It was one thing to receive and yet another to give. I knew I could give, and I could do it lovingly. I ignored her whimpers. I hushed her cries and reassured her that I would make her come. I begged her to give me a few more minutes, just a few more seconds, just…until I was sure she’d burst.
I sucked in her folds. She cried out my name. I loved the sound. I closed my lips around her clit and used my tongue in the most natural way, tasting, drinking in her juices, loving her the way I wanted to be loved. She gripped the sheets until they came undone. She writhed, she panted, and then held her breath until the only sounds were the beating of our hearts and the lapping of my tongue against her clit. One last suck and a tender brush sent her over the edge. She thrashed about, still wordlessly, but so obviously enjoying each orgasmic second.
I didn’t stop until she placed her hands over my ears and tilted my head, curling her torso up to gather me in for a kiss. We didn’t speak for a very long time and dozed on and off in a comfortable and restful sleep.
“Janet?”
“Uh hmm?”
“You do realize we missed all the afternoon sessions.”
“I know,” I stretched, comfortable in my present company, “but I’d say this convention was a huge success.”
Her dimples deepened. “Shall we have a recap of our session, then?”
“Yes, this wisdom may have been garnered unconventionally, but it’s worth repeating, many times. Just to be sure, of course.”
“Of course.”
“Oh, and Janet?”
“Yes, Chaz.”
“You do realize that you further proved my theory.”
“How’s that?”
“The supposition that women become lesbians because they’re not pretty enough or thin enough doesn’t hold a molecule of water.”
“In that case, we both unequivocally proved you right, because you’re a damn fine looking woman too, and in great shape.”
“You proved another one of my theories, as well,” she said.
“And what’s that?”
“Not all lesbians suffer mood disorders or resort to addictions when they realize they’re gay.”
I kissed her dimples and then devoured her lips, receptive and sweet. “Back to what you mentioned before, exactly how do you plan to make me yours?”
“Come with me to my cousin’s wedding and you’ll see.”
“I’d come with you anywhere.”
The End
About the Author
Cheri Crystal is a healthcare professional by day who writes erotic romances by night. She was born and raised in New York and lives in the United Kingdom with her wife. Cheri began writing fiction in 2003 after reviewing for Lambda Book Report, Just About Write, Independent Gay Writer and other e-zines. She is the author of “Attractions of the Heart,” a 2010 Golden Crown Literary Winner for lesbian erotica. In her spare time, she enjoys swimming, hiking, viewing wildlife, cooking, jigsaw puzzles and spending quality time with family and friends. Visit www.chericrystal.com and friend her on facebook for the latest news.
Other Stories by Cheri Crystal
Award winning author of
Attractions of the Heart
Road Rage
Top Bird
Innocent Kiss
Exercise Dyke
The Ties That Bind
Does The Butch Come With The Recipe?
Campus Craze
Steam
Playing With The Band
Going Fishing
Climbing Rocks
Better Than Vibrators
Help Wanted: Clitoris Missing In Action
Taking Chances
Risky Pursuit
Better Late Than Never
Broken Vows
Best Friends Don’t Fuck
New ‘Nude’ Neighbors
Wet and Wild
Lobster Box
Mirror Image with Bonus Read: Slaying Dragons
Business or Pleasure? Formally titled: Consult My Pussy
Conventional Wisdom
Summer Relief due out in Diva Magazine July 2015
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