by Carla Blake
“I want to touch your clit.” Chloe said, reluctant just to go for it in case she ruined the moment. “May I?”
“God, yes!” Lucy gasped. “Please!”
Chloe slid her fingers out. They didn’t want to come. Sticky with juices, they held on to the bitter end before finding themselves back in Lucy’s pussy, where they slid effortlessly up to her clit.
Lucy was swollen and once there, Chloe touched her clit with delicate care, afraid to rub too hard in case she hurt her friend. But as Lucy started to moan and thrust her hips and beg her to fuck her harder, Chloe threw caution to the wind and pushed firmly against Lucy’s clit, circling it with the end of her finger and rubbing harder and faster until Lucy’s breathing started to escape her in short, sharp gasps and she told Chloe that she was coming.
“Yes!” She cried. “Yes! Oh, Chloe! Chloe! Fuck me! Fuck me hard.”
Chloe didn’t know what to do. Unsure whether to carry on with what she was doing or move to enter Lucy again, she stayed where she was, rubbing Lucy’s clit and telling her she was beautiful and lovely and that she adored her body, until finally, Lucy’s head went back and she groaned one, last time, her hips thrust forward, her cunt gushing juices, her mouth open in sheer ecstasy as she came, hard and powerful, every muscle straining to make it last until finally, unable to sustain the pleasure any longer, she collapsed back down again telling Chloe to please stop now! She couldn’t take it any more.
Chloe looked at her with anxious eyes. “Did I do it right?” She asked, her face a picture of worry. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Lucy laughed. “Don’t be silly.” She said, reaching out for a hug. “ It was wonderful. Besides, you think I can fake that?!”
Chloe shook her head.
“Good. Now come here and let me kiss you. Then I’ll show you what it’s like standing up.”
Mint Street
Jessica woke up to find Emily, her girlfriend, making love to her.
Smiling, she stretched and allowed her girlfriend to continue her administrations to her half asleep body, thinking that this was rather a lovely way for her to start her day. It also wasn’t that unusual, especially since she’d agreed to leave her home town and move in with Emily, and she stirred lazily beneath the sheets, careful to keep Emily’s finger firmly locked inside her cunt as she rolled onto her back and offered up her lips to be kissed.
“Hello.” Emily smiled, planting a soft kiss on her mouth. “ As usual you feel gorgeous this morning. Shall I carry on or would you prefer me to stop?”
“Oh, stop, do.” Jessica frowned extravagantly, “ you know how much I hate being fucked before breakfast.”
“Well, now you come to mention it, I do recall you saying something..” Emily replied easing her finger slowly out of Jessica’s cunt to play with her clit. “ And I also remember you saying how much you hated this.” she said, beginning to rub the sensitive organ. “And how much you hate it when I do this. And this, and this…oh, does that feel nice honey?”
Jessica groaned. She was wet. And swollen and her pussy lips felt huge. Engorged with the pleasure of what Emily was doing to her.
Like sucking her breasts. Or rather, flicking them with her tongue as Emily moved from one to the other, licking and nibbling until both Jessica’s nipples were hard and shiny with moisture, and she could match her tongue to the rhythm of her finger as she stroked Jessica’s clit, up and down, over and over until Jessica’s slick, pink pussy lips grew even plumper and she gripped the sheet with both hands before raising her hips from the bed.
“Oh God!” She gasped, tilting her head to watch. “ I’m going to come!”
“Good.” Emily smiled and sucked her breasts, taking them even harder now, knowing that a little pain would only add to the intense pleasure as Jessica groaned and Emily increased the pressure between Jessica’s legs, rubbing furiously, her fingers slick with pussy juices whilst Jessica’s cunt throbbed and the first wave of orgasm reached its peak and then suddenly overtook her, pushing her nearer the edge and then over, as she threw back her head and came. Hard and long and vocal. Moaning loudly and writhing on the bed, her body riding the wave whilst Emily kept her finger pressed firmly to her clit and her mouth glued to her nipple.
It was, without a doubt, an exquisite way to wake up and Jessica’s only regret was, that so far, she hadn’t been able to wake up before Emily and get her own back.
“So, what are your plans for today?” Emily asked, once she and Jessica had showered, dressed and met up again at the kitchen table. “ You know I’ve got that stupid meeting this morning don’t you? Which means I probably won’t get out ‘til one. And then I’ll probably have to go over all the boring details until rigor mortis sets in and then, God help us, I’ll probably have to write up the report, so I don’t think I’ll be home much before five. I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Jessica replied, flicking hot toast from the toaster and sucking on her scorched fingers. “ You did warn me. Anyway, I thought I’d take your advice and go exploring. Must be tons of places round here I haven’t seen yet.”
‘Round here,’ was slap bang in the middle of the South West of England, or Devon to be more precise. Emily had bought a little place down here three years ago, primarily so she could get away from the ‘ rat race’ and congested city living, but mainly because she’d fallen in love with the area whilst on holiday and had promised herself that, one day, Devon would be her home. The only downside being that she now had to keep working in order to realise the dream and ironically was now experiencing the same problems with deadlines and office politics that she’d had in London, only in prettier surroundings.
Her relationship with Jessica had started during one of Emily’s frequent trips ‘ up country’ to tie up loose ends, where bumping into her, literally in a bar, and offering to replace her spilt drink, Emily had felt her heart do a double flip at the gorgeous girl now standing in front of her wearing a slightly damper top than the one she’d arrived in.
Over apologies and another vodka and tonic, they’d then got chatting and finding plenty of mutual ground upon which to keep the conversation going had met up some more, fallen in love, tried to make it work long distance, failed, split up, been miserable for a week or two, got in touch again, met up, realised they couldn’t do without each other and finally ended up discussing how Jessica could move to Devon.
Now here she was. Sharing a modest two bedroom house in the middle of the country and so far, loving every minute of it.
Biting into her toast, Emily followed it up with a gulp of coffee. Dressed for work, she was wearing a black suit with a pale blue blouse beneath, standard garb for a day in the office, and black court shoes. Her long blonde hair, pulled back in a pony tail, was held in place with a silver clip and Jessica thought she looked ravishing.
Smiling over the rim of her mug, she waited for Emily to grin back, and thought how she’d never grow tired of seeing those blue eyes twinkle at her.
Then she thought how much of a mess she must look in comparison. Dressed in jeans and a lilac coloured ‘hoodie’, together with bright red socks that made her feet look like she’d stepped into a vat of blood, she was the complete opposite to Emily’s carefully groomed appearance. Her hair, although the same shade of blonde, was cut in a classic bob that she’d kidded herself would be easier to control in the mornings, but in fact usually ended up doing exactly what it liked and consequently bore no resemblance to how she actually wanted it to be. It was a never ending battle but surrender was not an option. It was only hair and she bloody well would learn to control it. It was just a pity she was failing miserably.
Emily was busy stuffing papers into a briefcase. “ Have you got the map?” She asked Jessica, tutting when a folder wouldn’t fit inside another. “ You know what it’s like here. I got lost just going to the chippie when I first moved in.”
/> Jessica rolled her eyes. “I know!” She sighed, “ and yes, I have a map And a Sat Nav. And a compass. Oh, and the International Space Station is tracking me from orbit, just in case. God, Em, I’ve been living here for a month now, I think I can find my way back home.”
“I’m sure you can.” Emily replied, “but you said you were going ‘exploring’. That’s not the same as just popping down to the shops. Exploring means going somewhere you haven’t been before. Exploring means you could still get lost.”
“And you.” Jessica replied, getting up to stand behind Emily and feed her hands inside her blouse. “ Could let me have my wicked way with these gorgeous babies when you get home. And don’t worry, I’ll be fine! I’ve just got to e-mail my latest manuscript off to Sean and then I’ll be off. And I promise I’ll take food, water and enough tracking devises to find my way across the Antarctic. Now go to work and stop fretting.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not? What are you worrying about now?”
“Nothing. You still have your hands inside my bra.”
It wasn’t a bad day. For a Wednesday. Usually it rained mid week, for no other reason, Jessica suspected, than she had decided that Wednesday’s would be the day she took a break from writing ‘ chick lit’ and caught up on chores or shopping or, more often of late, just lazing about and enjoying herself.
Finding herself stepping out into a lovely sunny day with barely a cloud in the sky was, therefore, something of a surprise. Usually it rained or looked like it might and she would spend most of the day deliberating over whether she should just take a chance and go out or stay indoors and do something else, invariably ending up doing nothing yet still worrying about it when Emily got home.
But not today. Today she had everything she needed packed into her bright red, can’t miss the bugger, rucksack. She also had sturdy walking boots on her feet and had packed a waterproof jacket, just in case, plus enough maps to get her clear across Devon and into Somerset if she so desired. Emily would be proud of her.
On the way she stopped off at the local newsagents for a couple of bars of chocolate, wincing when she noticed it was Josh and not his father, Malcolm, who was standing behind the counter.
Josh was fascinated by her and Emily. Or rather he was fascinated by the idea that a couple of lesbians were living in the village, and every time one or other of them came into the newsagents he would make some stupid or suggestive remark about what he thought they got up to.
Emily’s response to all this was to jokingly suggest they sell him a ticket and make a fortune whilst Jessica merely thought he should be strung up by the balls. Providing they could wait for him to grow a pair. Creepy git.
Putting the chocolate down on the counter, she reached for her purse and tried to ignore Josh who was busy leering at her tits. He grinned again when she looked up, reveling teeth that could have done with a close and personal with a toothbrush and licking his lips in anticipation of his first, ridiculous comment.
Jessica, however, got in first and holding up her hand stopped him from opening his mouth any further. “ Before you start.” She said, slapping change down on the plastic counter. “ Whatever you think Emily and I do, is none of your business. Do you understand that? It’s got nothing to do with you! And if you don’t mind, we would both appreciate it if, from now on, you’d keep your smutty, little remarks to yourself.”
“Oh, would yer now?” Josh replied, scanning the chocolate then making sure he put it down with enough force to break it. “ Well, how about if I mind having a couple of dykes livin’ in me village? Thought about that, have yer, yer filthy, little cow. Fuck knows what you two get up to. What is it eh? Fingering each other’s pussies? Sucking tit?”
Jessica fumed. She would have loved to clobber the little bastard there and then, but knew the little git would have no hesitation in reporting her, so instead of thumping him one, which is what the little prick deserved, she kept her voice calm and managing to find a small smile, picked up the chocolate, stuffed it in her rucksack and said, “No Josh. Actually it’s the other way round.”
She ate her lunch on ‘the hill’. It did have a name, this particular site, but she couldn’t for the life of her, remember what it was and couldn’t be bothered to unfold her map to find out either. But she and Emily had been here a number of times before, so she wasn’t worried about getting lost just yet, and stretching out on the picnic blanket she’d brought with her, she lay on her back and contemplated the leaves on the tree behind her. She thought it might be a Beech, throwing its lofty shade over her, but she wasn’t sure, and immediately felt guilty about it. She should know! Especially as she was living in the country and all that. But then she doubted if Emily would know either and that got her wondering what her girlfriend was doing right now and whether it would be safe to call her? She figured it would be. If she was still in her meeting, her voice message would be on.
The phone rang three time before Emily’s voice, sounding slightly breathy, came though. “Hi!” She said. “Ok?’
Jessica grinned. “ Yeah, fine. Out of the meeting then?”
“Yes, thank God! Thought Simon was going to prattle on for hours, but he had another meeting to get to, so I’m off the hook. Where are you? I can hear birds.”
“On the hill. It’s lovely out here. Blue sky, sunshine. The occasional wasp. Any chance of you joining me?”
“I wish.” Emily sighed. “ But I’m afraid I’m stuck here for the time being. Maybe we could do it at the weekend? Are you alone up there?”
Jessica sat up and looked around. “ Completely.” She said. “ Not a soul in sight. Why?”
“Touch your breasts.”
“What?”
“You heard. Touch your breasts.”
Jessica switched her phone to her left hand, then, using her right, pulled up her hoodie and slid her hand inside her bra. “Okay.”
“Now do exactly as I say.”
Jessica hesitated. “ Christ Em.” She frowned. “Where are you? What if someone hears?”
“They won’t! Don’t worry, I’m well away from everybody else. Now. Squeeze your nipple, that’s it. Not too hard, just enough for it to reach your beautiful pussy.”
Jessica sighed. “ God, it’s doing that alright.”
“Good. Now touch the other one. Squeeze. Imagine it’s my mouth around them, licking you, teasing you with my tongue.”
“Okay.” Jessica breathed.
“Now, slide your hand down your stomach. What you wearing? Jeans?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, unbutton them and pull down the zip. Push ‘em over your knees.”
Jessica did as she was told. Immediately sunshine spread itself warmly across her stomach and thighs as she exposed her skin. She wished she had worn a T shirt.
“What panties are you wearing?” Emily asked. “White ones?”
“No. They’re the black ones with the little, white hearts on them.”
“Oh, I like those. Now reach inside them and slip them over your thighs. Is that nice? Can you feel the air on yourself? Is your fluff all soft?”
“Hmm.”
“Are you wet darling?”
“I don’t know. I think so.”
“Feel for me then. Run your finger along your pussy and tell me if you’re dripping.”
Jessica pushed her finger between her legs. She was wet and swollen and very turned on, despite Emily giving her a good fucking earlier that morning. She wondered at it and asked herself why it was that before Emily had come along, no other woman had ever got her this juiced up. “ I’m wet.” She said. “ And swollen. What do you want me to do now?”
“Push your finger inside. Not too quickly! Slowly. I want you to feel every inch of it. Now fuck yourself Jess. That’s it. In and out, in and out. Imagine that’s me
doing that to you. I’m fucking you hon and sucking your tits. Your nipples are getting hard in my mouth. My finger is covered in your pussy juices and I’m loving it. Does that feel good?”
“Oh, God yes.”
“Carry on then. Go deeper if you can. I wish I was with you.”
“So do I! Oh, babe, this is so good! Can I touch myself yet?”
“If you think you’re ready.”
“I am. Please!”
“Okay. Remove your finger baby. Slowly. That’s it. Let your lovely cunt enjoy every last second. Now gently touch your clit. And don’t move, just hold your finger there for a moment and feel yourself throb. You throbbing hon?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe!”
“Rub yourself then. Go on. All round your delicious, hard, little clit. Give yourself a really good seeing to babe. Really go for it. I want to hear you moan sweetheart. I want to hear you gasp and call my name. I want to hear you come!”
“Won’t.. be.. long.” Jessica gasped in reply. “ God, I’m so wet babe, so fuckin’ turned on! I want you. I want you!”
“I want you too babe, more than you know. I love the thought of you playing with yourself. It’s turning me on like nobody’s business. You close hon? Gonna come?”
“Soon.” Jessica breathed. Her pussy was sopping and sticky juices were covering her fingers as she played with her clit, round and round, intense waves of deep, deep pleasure starting to build up deep inside her cunt as she moaned and heard Emily moan with her, and then wondered if she was somewhere she could touch herself? The thought left her as she carried on fingering her clit, knowing she was close, knowing that in a few moments her breath would start to become ragged and she would gasp and groan deeply and hardly be able to tell Emily that she was seriously close to orgasm.
“Then go for it!” Emily urged, once she had. “Come on babe. Let me hear you! Let me hear you tip over the edge. Say my name babe!”
“Emily!”