I cast Christine a look, smoldering and ready; my best "eat me" look. Admittedly, the one I'd always imagined giving her. She laughed in astonishment at what I had just done. As she finally descended toward my body, I saw a sparkle in her eyes. Christine seemed all too prepared to dive in, as if this bout of curiosity was not a new one. She surprised me by starting with a few sweet kisses in a criss-cross pattern that trailed gently over my labia. I sucked the air deep into my lungs and threw my head back with a laugh, then reached forward to gently caress her head.
With a lunge like a stretching cat, she rocked her whole body forward and ran her wide, flattened tongue through my depths with a slow lick. Her red tongue shot back into her mouth, as if frantic to see what I tasted like. Then it darted back out, searching for more. She resumed her efforts in a conscious, well-studied manner, only further inspiring my suspicion that there was something distinctly premeditated about her actions.
The curiosity of her tongue amused me at first, the way it separated and toyed with my labia, ran up and down either side, as if mapping the terrain, then venturing to find my clit. It was arousing in an odd way, because it was messy and unsure of itself. I grew wet just imagining her fascination and growing enlightenment. However, as her familiarity with my body grew, so did her confidence. She looked up at me occasionally with a delirious look.
"Do you like that?" she asked with a grin. I nodded happily.
And I did like it. I loved it. She was suddenly finding her way, sensing my reactions, listening to my breathing, growing in excitement and determination. I felt as if all this time I had been her fantasy, as much as she was mine. The thought of her secret interest in me only heightened the sensation of her sweet tongue excitedly navigating my flesh. It became creamy as I felt myself gush. Her hot breath puffed against my swollen clit as she realized what she was doing to me.
"Okay, okay..." I squealed, unable to bear any more.
Christine sat upright again with a look of total satisfaction, like a cat that had just finished lapping clean her bowl of milk. "You can give Liana a turn now," she declared, enthusiastically.
Liana suddenly snapped out of her trance. "What? Oh. Um..." she stammered. I had wondered how she felt during Christine's eager experimentation. I still didn't have a precise sense of what she was thinking.
Christine observed Liana's hesitation with disbelief, as if the idea of her not taking part in the obvious pleasure we just traded was altogether unthinkable. "You gotta be kidding me... Are you really not gonna try this?" Christine laughed.
Liana stared blankly at the both of us. "Um... o-kay..." she finally said, with some hesitancy. I felt surprised but also conflicted, not sure if she merely felt pressured, or if she was just afraid to face the true desire to experiment with something intimidating and new.
"Are you sure?" I asked. She nodded quietly. "We can go slowly," I said, while simultaneously thinking about how corny that sounded.
We inched our way toward each other. I reached out for her, but she responded by doing the same and accidentally blocked me. Liana gave an embarrassed laugh but I just smiled. When I finally took her in my arms, I could feel just how much she was really shaking. As we drew closer, I could feel the thumping of her heart against my body. Then, as she felt my hand slide up against her chest, Liana reacted with surprise.
"Are you okay?" I whispered, still anxious that I might be making her do something she was uncomfortable with.
"Yeah..." she replied, before exhaling a nervous laugh.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to."
"No, it's... it's just that this is new to me, that's all," she said with a nervous chuckle. "But it's not... like... that I don't want to."
That was all I needed to hear. She put her hand on my thigh, then rubbed it back and forth softly, as if illustrating that she wanted contact, but wasn't sure how to proceed. I smiled with relief and felt a warm glow swell inside. It propelled me toward Liana and I placed my lips upon hers. I could hear her thoughts: "I'm kissing a girl!" Or maybe I was just recalling the ones I had that first time.
A slight smile complicated my kiss. I felt it quickly spread to her own lips. We both soon recovered from the momentary amusement.
Lost in each other's arms, I felt Liana begin to become bolder with her exploration as she yielded to my acquisitive lips. I loved the smell of her body. She once told me what perfume she wears. "Femme de la nuit?" No... "Fille de l'ombre?" Something like that...
I tried some on one morning at an obscure SoHo boutique where it could be purchased. It didn't smell quite the same. It was missing an ingredient. A human component; a precise alchemy that only she could produce with her unique constitution. I ached over its mystery, and now here it was flourishing in my arms, enveloping me completely.
Liana's body stiffened as I reached for the strap across her back, but she soon capitulated. I quickly cast her bra aside and returned my attention to her body, gently running my fingers over her small breasts, desirous of the taut brown nubs that hardened at my touch. She seized up and trembled, pressing her excited nipples back and forth against my palm from the sheer ebb and flow of her heavy breathing.
I gave her a frank, yearning look, as if requesting permission, before gently guiding her backward. She submitted completely to my direction, knowing full well where I was headed. I popped the buttons on her jeans and slid them off. She gazed up at me nervously, but not altogether uncertain in her posture. Then I took hold of the elastic band of her soft cotton panties and slowly began to drag them downward, tickling her thighs with my tender movements.
Her eyes never left my face, studying my expression as I bore witness to the naked junction of her slim legs, whereupon the thick, dark tract of her bush emerged with a life all its own. I cast aside her panties just as I had done with her bra, then slowly guided her legs apart. I returned my eyes to hers and saw her quivering as I slid my fingers over her expanding sex; warm, humid, and tacky.
Liana whimpered audibly as I began to stroke her lovingly, my fingers slipping in small circles over her silken, coral-pink flesh. I felt her hand, so unsure what to do with itself, reaching softly for my thigh and relaxing as it made contact with my body, as if comforted by its mere presence there. I made a pact with her, with only my eyes. They expressed the fact that she had nothing to fear if she was only willing to open up to me, to let me take her someplace as secure as it was marvelous. Then, finally abandoning this lingering glance, I moved slowly downward...
If there is a word that truly evokes divinity, it is "Liana." Liana the all-powerful. Liana the merciful. The word of Liana made flesh.
I lingered over her flat tummy, softly kissing her navel. Her delicate peach fuzz brushed my chin. My lips clung momentarily to her body, as if it didn't want to let them go. Further down I went to tease the soft, creamy flesh of her inner thigh, so smooth that she may as well have never been touched there before. Then, at long last, I approached the wellspring of her femininity, placing a bounty of kisses over her mons. I buried myself there in her fragrant garden, cradled by the soft fur all about my lips and nose.
Liana's sudden sighs were filled with fear and delight. Fright and exhilaration. Emergent joy. I felt Christine moving to Liana's side. I glanced up and saw her running her fingers through Liana's hair in a manner that soothed her in exactly the right way. Liana's precious eyes were closed, but her eyelids danced about, busy with activity.
I smiled softly before plunging deeper, dragging my tongue long and slow through the soft fold of her molten flesh. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, blooming like a hazy, fragrant cloud across my lips. Drunk on passion, I moved about the portal of her body with wonder and jubilation, finally slipping my tongue into that slick, pink hollow amidst a dark forest, finding there a nectar akin to ambrosia.
Liana's squirms and soft cries sent me spinning through a limitless euphoria. I was amused by her startling sensitivity, the way her body jerked and spasmed if my nose so mu
ch as briefly grazed her clit. I was hungry. I won't deny that, and I sought my fill with a lust that had been building for days, for months, for years.
Christine suddenly got up and moved curiously to the other room, but I stayed the course, working at Liana until I felt her reaching her limits. She cried for me, reaching out for mercy, so I handled her with care, softly bringing her down from the heights of her ecstasy until she settled as if into a dream. Then I made my way back up her body for another kiss, gently nipping at her flesh along the way like a freshwater minnow.
When my lips returned to Liana's, I felt her flinch as she got a taste of her own pussy. I thought, "Had she never tasted herself before? Even just in a moment of adolescent curiosity?" Out of the corner of my eye I saw her nostrils flare as they filled with the deeply feminine perfumes of her own body which still emanated from my lips. Then I felt her relent to my eagerness, pressing into me with a surprising surge of arousal, no doubt moved by this olfactive confirmation of what must have felt like a strange erotic blooming, alien and new to her.
Laced with the earthy savor of her body, Liana's candied tongue was still electric with the lingering tang of cherry and lime, and her sugary sweet breath evoked the distant memory of my favorite childhood breakfast cereal. I drowned myself in the Saturday-morning pleasures of her kiss, like drinking from that syrupy milk nectar always left behind in my bowl.
We moved with urgency like that, our bodies spiraling together, all our senses activated. Then, after several moments, I sat back with an eagerness to witness the aftermath of my efforts in the expression on Liana's face. However, just as I began to enjoy this reward, Christine returned to interrupt us, holding her hands behind her back.
"Can I confess something?" she blurted out, commanding our attention.
"What?" I asked.
"I know where you hide your shit," she said abruptly.
"What shit?"
"Listen--" she continued, tapping her foot, "If I'm gonna do this, I might as well go the whole nine yards." As she said this, she pulled out a handful of toys from behind her back. As Liana laid eyes upon a large strap-on, a magic wand, and double-sided dildo, her eyes widened.
"I'm not gonna pass up an opportunity to try these, while I have the chance," Christine concluded.
"Oh my god, I can't believe you took out her-- Christine!" laughed Liana, her embarrassment renewed.
"What?" she replied, innocently.
"I mean... she... you know what she does with those..." Liana continued. I felt mildly embarrassed seeing Christine's arms full of just a handful of the various playthings I'd collected over the years. I usually only take out one at a time, some of them on special occasions only, so I had forgotten how many I had. In this context, it made me look like all I ever did at home was engage in a bit of ménage à moi.
Christine laughed. She peered at the magic wand, then suddenly lifted it to her face. "It doesn't smell like her..." she added, after taking a sarcastic sniff.
I blinked at her in disbelief. "You raided my toybox?" I said incredulously, shaking my head.
She grinned. "That's a dirty phrase! ... Is that what you really call it?" I giggled as she thrust the strap-on forward.
"Gimme that," I blurted, snatching it from her with a grin wide enough to match hers.
I briefly wondered why she picked that one. Perhaps it was a matter of familiarity; a gateway into girl-on-girl sex that she already knew and understood. Nevertheless, I didn't really care. At the end of the day, it was game-on. I had conveniently left my favorite hard silicone dildo attached to the vac-u-lock, after its last romp through the dishwasher, so I quickly ran to grease it up with lube. She watched with fascination as I rushed to attach the harness and secure the buckles.
Christine was on her back in an instant, gazing wide-eyed between my legs at a familiar sight in such an unfamiliar context. I laughed as she braced herself against my body as I urged toward her in missionary position, smoothly inserting the dildo deep inside her. For a while, I eased back and forth slowly, watching the sense of wonder and bewilderment in her eyes. I reached down and played with her a bit, adding to the pleasure of her deep penetration, and quietly observing the slight difference in texture between her liquid emissions compared to mine.
This didn't last long, as Christine soon begged me to thrust faster. I flicked my pelvis toward her with an increased velocity, prompting more delirious urgency from her. "Faster!" she continued to scream. I started to wonder if I could keep up. She shot me a fierce look as she pumped her own hips against mine. I was surprised to see such aggression in her, and to hear her requests for my own, but I complied, driven wild by the delicious look of shock written across her face.
"Ngggh! Yes!" she shouted with a laugh. I continued to grind against her until her vulva was red with friction. "Fuck me with that fat fucking dildo!" she exclaimed with a low growl, as if angry. Experiencing the second taking of her virginity was all at once exciting, mystifying, and amusing-- but she was all in, and so was I.
Christine sensed a brief pause to catch my breath and gestured to change positions. I laughed as she climbed on top of me, gazing down with a wicked smile amongst her beautiful mass of curls. She sunk back down onto the dildo with no hesitation and quickly resumed her fiendish enjoyment of our carnal play. Long gone was any remaining sense of boundaries between our secular friendship and the wild, pagan worship of each other that emerged from a period of long concealment.
No-- there she was, riding me rodeo-style, posing like a rock star, and laughing at the unexpected thrill of it all. I burst out laughing, watching her occasionally double over and quake with sudden fits of pleasure that seemed to surprise and delight her.
"Oh my god, I have to tell you something," she chuckled, slowing rising back up from one of these humorous spasms.
"What?" I laughed.
"This wasn't... um... I've kinda, like, thought about this for a while..." she muttered.
"Huh?" I replied, my interest piqued as I continued to pop my hips against hers, eager to see her lose her senses again.
"That whole joke at the spa was just to sorta gauge your reaction... I've kinda... fantasized about this... a lot," she admitted with an uncharacteristically sheepish look.
"What!? Really?" I exclaimed. I felt suddenly warm all over. My already racing heart began to pump so quickly that my chest hurt.
"Yeah..." She seemed nervous about what my reaction would be for some reason.
After staring at her in disbelief, I finally erupted into laughter again. I didn't answer her. I just reached for her body and pulled her toward me hungrily until I felt the warmth of her breasts against mine. I grasped her ass and helped it back and forth as she rocked it frantically against the sturdy object between us. She groaned into my neck, then began to gasp with heavy breaths.
"Fuck-- take this off," Christine whined with urgency, her voice becoming strained and hoarse. She began frantically removing the strap-on from my body. I soon found out why, as she climbed back atop me. She narrowed her eyes at me, lowering her hips to mine and straddling me at an angle. Within moments we were tribbing up a storm.
I could feel Christine's desire to connect, not through some foreign object, but directly, skin to skin, as she grinded her pussy against mine. Our bodies were buzzing, hot, and tingling, smoothly skating against one another as I reached for her breasts with shaking hands. She leaned down and we began kissing again, burying me in a shower of her soft hair.
Those kisses were telling. Every one of them, like individual outbursts, filled with raw emotion and a pent-up desire for release. They came one after the other, relentlessly, until we exhausted ourselves in them and collapsed together in laughter once again.
Christine suddenly reached over and grabbed Liana's arm, tugging her toward us. Liana had been gazing at us with wonder and hesitation. "I dunno..." she replied, gritting her teeth.
"Here, let's start simple," I said quickly, not wanting to frighten her away with too mu
ch pressure.
Liana showed no sign of hesitation, however, once deliberately invited to my side. Christine settled into a comfortable position next to us and watched as I began to lay Liana back again and part her legs. The moment my digits sunk into her pussy I realized how wet and ready she'd become just watching us. Listening to her whimper and moan, I dug her out with enthusiasm, smiling softly at the way Christine tenderly caressed her breasts at the same time. I worked my way up to two and then three fingers, each of them becoming warm and slick. Each time I curled my fingers upward I felt her shudder and I heard her quiet gasps.
I pulled my fingers out and helped Liana move onto her hands and knees. Guiding Liana to space her legs apart, I came into full view of the rosy pucker of her anus and the hairy mass beneath, dotted with droplets of her own moisture. Placing my hand gently on the small of her back, I drove my fingers back inside, aroused by the sweetly intoxicating odor of her gratification. Her body offered precious little resistance as they slipped in and out with increasing velocity, fueled by my frantic urgency to make my best friend come for me.
Liana's demure beauty was on full display as she self-consciously lifted one hand to her small breasts as they jostled about conspicuously, then had to place it back down for fear of losing her balance. Her bashful stance, timid in its frank projection of her womanhood, needed occasional correction in order to maintain comfortable access to her depths. Liana's unconstrained arousal, the state of her body now messy beyond belief, appeared to be a source of embarrassment for her that brought about apologetic glances over her shoulder.
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