by Selena Kitt
Nancy felt Gina’s arms go around her waist, the press of her neighbor’s ample breasts pressed against her back, her breath hot against her ear, lips moving over her neck. Nancy didn’t stop her. The fear she’d felt a moment ago began to melt as she watched the blonde—Carly, she remembered—on her knees on a towel in front of six-pack, sucking his cock deep into her throat. It was a stunning and fascinating sight.
“You’re so beautiful, Nancy,” Gina whispered into her ear, one hand moving up to cup Nancy’s breast, the other heading south, cupping her mound. Nancy gasped and closed her eyes, leaning her head back against Gina’s shoulder. The woman clearly had skills, her fingers moving over Nancy’s red borrowed bikini bottoms in such a way she thought she might climax right there.
“I want you so much,” Gina urged, hand moving faster, thumbing her nipple. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you out front, pruning your rose bushes in those sexy little cut-offs…”
Her words made Nancy blush, but her body was responding. She couldn’t help herself. She whimpered, rocking against Gina, their hips moving together as they watched the display of flesh in front of them.
“Let me touch you,” Gina begged, her mouth raining kisses over her shoulder. “Let me make you feel good. Will you let me?”
“Yes,” Nancy moaned, turning in her arms and pressing herself against her neighbor. She couldn’t deny her body one moment more. “Oh yes, please. Yes.”
Gina closed and locked the cabana door and they found their way to the padded bench, kissing and touching in the fading light. The darkness was a relief to Nancy as Gina stripped her down to nothing, exclaiming in delight over Nancy’s body with such enthusiasm it made her blush. She was embarrassed by her own lust, by the way her body twisted and arched for more, but she couldn’t help it.
“Just let go,” Gina encouraged her, pressing Nancy onto her back and stretching her out naked on the bench. There was enough room for Gina to settle herself between her neighbor’s thighs, and that’s just what she did, kissing around the dark triangle of hair framing Nancy’s sopping wet pussy. Nancy was so wet she was ashamed of it, feeling her juices running down the crack of her ass and pooling on the bench beneath her.
“Oh god, you smell so good,” Gina moaned, nuzzling her cheek against the curly, soft hair of Nancy’s pubes. “Can I taste you? Please?”
“Yes!” Nancy cried, lifting her hips in encouragement, knowing if someone had told her a month ago something like this might happen, she would have laughed, and not caring, not caring at all. She wanted this. More than anything. She’d been curious about it since she first saw Gina walking around nude in her backyard and had actively thought about it since she had spied on her neighbor masturbating.
Gina’s tongue parted Nancy’s fat, swollen pussy lips, working slowly back and forth, teasing. Nancy whimpered, shifting her hips, aching for relief. She couldn’t believe how aroused she was, how right on the edge. Her level of excitement made her tremble and gasp under Gina’s attention. The sweetness was too much, the way her body ached for more and yet never wanted it to end.
There was no holding back the flood of pleasure that made her thighs quiver with taut anticipation. She tried. She made a valiant effort, her hands tangling in Gina’s hair, pushing her away, pulling her closer, hips rocking to and fro, but there was no escaping it. Her orgasm rocked both of them, Nancy’s tremors forcing Gina to wrap her arms around her, keeping her mouth focused and centered right on her throbbing clit.
“Ohhh! Gina!” And then there were no words. Nancy let herself go completely in her neighbor’s arms, coming and coming, flooding Gina’s tongue in hot, pulsing waves. Her climax was so intense she had to throw her arm over her mouth to keep from screaming, biting her own flesh so hard she would have a bruise there for a week.
“Mmmm.” Gina kissed Nancy’s mound, soft and gentle and sweet, chuckling softly at the way Nancy gasped and trembled and whispered to herself as she floated back down to earth.
“Ohmygodohmygodohmyfuckinggod,” she whispered over and over, still shivering.
Gina tickled Nancy’s lower belly lightly with her nails, drawing a sensuous line down the center of her triangle to her slit, making Nancy shiver with post-orgasmic delight.
“Now…” Gina’s finger parted Nancy’s pussy lips, which felt fatter and more swollen, her clit still pulsing. “Let’s see if we can do that again.”
Nancy’s eyes flew open wide as Gina spread her, flicking her tongue at the top of her cleft, forcing a shudder through her. Nancy protested, wiggling and writhing on the bench, moving her hips, trying to escape from the sweet torture of her neighbor’s relentless tongue, but it was no use. Gina had her by the hips now, mouth fastened over her mound, the tenacious press of her tongue sending Nancy flying higher than she ever thought possible.
“Oh my god, what are you doing?” Nancy moaned, hips lifting, not sure if her body was trying to escape or if it was actually asking for more. Goosebumps rose over her flesh, her breath came faster and faster still, the excessive, overwhelming sensation transforming into something else, as if her clitoris was a little reset button and Gina had found just the way to press it.
And then they were off to the races again, Nancy rocking and spreading her thighs for the greedy lick and suck of Gina’s hungry mouth, so lost in the feeling she forgot about everything, about the people just outside who might hear her moans, about the fact her neighbor was a woman, and she’d never been with a woman sexually, she hardly knew her, really, and yet here they were, locked together in a dance of pleasure Nancy hadn’t known was even possible.
“Oh! Oh! I’m coming! Again! Oh fuck!” Nancy’s hips shot upward, toes curling, hands grabbing onto Gina’s wrists, shoving her pussy against her neighbor’s mouth. Gina lapped and lapped, never letting up, taking Nancy’s climax in and swallowing her, the soft nibble and suck of her lips coaxing more and more sweet spasms from Nancy’s quivering flesh.
And then Gina was kissing her, the women embracing in the softest of kisses. Nancy could taste herself on Gina’s tongue, smell her own pussy, and it excited her beyond belief. How had she never known she tasted so good? Neil had never liked to do that—although he would, on occasion, if she reciprocated. He used to make jokes about fish and tuna until she just stopped asking. But she’d never once tasted for herself.
“Do you like the way you taste?” Gina smiled down at her, the weight of her body a delight, all soft flesh and sinew, her full breasts pressed into Nancy’s.
“Mmm.” Nancy licked her lips. “Do you taste like that?”
She never thought she would ask such a question, but she couldn’t help remembering watching Gina touch herself, how the woman’s fiery bush had blazed in the sunlight, and how the lips below had been smooth and bare. What was that like, she wondered?
Gina smirked. “Similar, I imagine.”
“Let me make you feel good too,” Nancy breathed, daring to reach her hand down and cup her neighbor’s mound. Her suit was still fully on, but the crotch of her bikini was hot and damp.
“Are you sure?” Gina hesitated, but Nancy was nodding, a little shy but eager too. Her hand was already moving between Gina’s thighs, making the redhead moan with pleasure. Nancy didn’t realize what an incredible incentive that would be, hearing her lust.
“I’m not sure what I’m doing…” Nancy confessed as Gina stood, untying her suit, sliding off her bottoms. Seeing her nude was common enough now, but somehow this was different. Her body seemed suddenly more abundant, full of cracks and crevices Nancy was unsure of.
Gina smiled, stretching out on the bench and letting her knees fall open. “Just do what you know feels good for you.”
Nancy crawled between her neighbor’s spread thighs, marveling as she touched them, how soft and smooth she was. Remembering what Gina had done, she kissed her way upward, avoiding the already-glistening and swollen mound between her thighs, tracing a line up to her navel with her lips. There was a pierc
And then she reached the twin mountains of her breasts, pink-tipped, the nipples very hard. When she took the first one into her mouth, Gina gasped, her eyelids fluttering closed. Nancy sucked and licked gently, practicing there with her tongue, pretending for a moment it was a clit, remembering just what Gina had done to her.
“That’s it,” Gina urged, and Nancy felt her hips moving in slow circles beneath her. “Lick it just like that.”
She abandoned that nipple and switched to the other, bathing it with her tongue. The more she wet it, the more Gina seemed to like it, so she didn’t even bother swallowing all her saliva, letting it flood her nipple.
“Oh god, my pussy’s on fire,” Gina whimpered, hips rocking. “Please. Please!”
Nancy let Gina guide her, pressing her down, down, down between her legs. She could smell her, the same musky scent, and the first time she pressed her lips to Gina’s cleft and tasted her, she tasted herself too, the sweet tang. It was heady, delightful, and she dove in for more.
“Oh!” Gina cried out in surprise as Nancy sucked and nibbled at her clit. Gina’s lips were soft and smooth, her only pubic hair at the top of her cleft. It tickled Nancy’s nose.
“Is it okay?” Nancy paused, licking the taste off her lips, feeling Gina’s juices on her chin.
“Yes!” Gina nodded, biting her lip as she looked down between her legs. Her fingers were working her own nipples, rubbing and tugging. “Oh yes! Keep licking!”
Nancy did, working her tongue back and forth over the little button of her clitoris. The sound of Gina’s moans, the way her hips rolled, made her lick faster, press harder. She wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible.
“Put your fingers in me,” Gina gasped, spreading wider. “Please! Finger-fuck me!”
Nancy did as she was asked, sliding one finger inside, but that wasn’t enough, because Gina begged for more, more, until she had three fingers pumping in and out of her flesh, fucking her with such force, Gina’s moans were punctuated with a jarring gasp at each thrust.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Gina cried out, hips lifting, her whole body trembling. “Ooooohhh I’m coming! Nowwww!”
Nancy didn’t know what to do, so she just kept doing what she’d been doing, flicking her tongue over Gina’s quivering clit, driving her fingers harder and faster into her pussy, surprised at the snap and flutter of Gina’s muscles as her climax rattled through her. Gina’s cries grew softer, her body slowly relaxing, and Nancy slowed too, her tongue barely moving, her fingers still.
“Holy fuck.” Gina took a deep, shuddering breath. “You made me come so hard my ears are ringing.”
Nancy flooded with delight at her words. She was strangely proud of herself.
“Come here.” Gina pulled Nancy to her and the women kissed. Nancy giggled when Gina started licking her lips and chin, cleaning her off, like a cat. She rested her cheek on Gina’s breast, tucking her head under her chin, and they stayed that way a while. Outside, the music was still playing, and from the sound of it, people were still partying. So to speak.
“You know, I usually have a pool party once a month or so…” Gina murmured, kissing the top of Nancy’s head. “And you have a standing invitation.”
“Do I have to wait that long?” Nancy lifted her face, looking at Gina in the dimness, surprised by her own boldness. There was very little light coming in now, but she could see the outline of her expression, the softness in her face.
Gina kissed her. “No. Definitely not.”
They snuggled again, breathing slow and even now, and Nancy found she couldn’t stop smiling. She thought Gina might be sleeping, and she might have even slept herself, her thoughts drifting.
“Queen of the Andes…” Nancy murmured happily.
“Hmm?”
“There’s a plant in Bolivia that flowers just once in its lifetime,” Nancy explained softly. “She lives eighty to a hundred years long, and she flowers just once, right before she dies.”
“That’s the Queen of the Andes?” Gina asked.
“Uh-huh. There are some flowers that bloom every year,” Nancy went on, lifting her face and looking at her neighbor, tracing the line of Gina’s jaw with her finger. “There are even some, like you, that bloom year round. And there are some that bloom just once. Like me.”
Gina shook her head, wrapping her arms around Nancy’s shoulders and kissing the top of her head. “I think you got it wrong. I think you’re a sweet, soft, delicate rosebud. You just needed all the right conditions to bloom.”
Nancy considered this, smiling in the darkness. “Mmm. And now that I’ve found those perfect conditions…?”
“Roses come back, don’t they?” Gina asked.
Nancy nodded. “They do.”
“Well, I think you’ll be coming back again… and again…” Gina kissed her and they rolled and giggled together in the darkness, and Nancy knew she was absolutely right.
The End
ABOUT SELENA KITT
Selena Kitt is a bestselling and award-winning author of erotic and romance fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business with over a million books sold!
Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When she's not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family--a husband and four children--and her growing organic garden. She does bellydancing and photography, and she loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of chewing gum and leather, and playing kitty cat.
Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of "exceptional literary quality," out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read "blind" (without author's name available.)
She can be reached on her website at selenakitt.com
If you enjoyed GIRLS ONLY: POOL PARTY,
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GIRLS ONLY: THE SYBIAN SORORITY
By Selena Kitt
Selena Kitt’s *Girls Only*—where the girls get naughty together, but it feels oh, so good!
Super-smart, shy Violet has a huge crush on her first college roommate, Chloe--but Violet can't come out with her confession, because nobody knows that Violet prefers girls. Chloe invites Violet to join the sorority sisterhood of Eta Nu Pi and in spite of her reservations, Violet can't resist Chloe's persuasive argument, but when the girls find themselves involved in an erotic, mind-blowing hazing, both of them discover something about themselves--and each other.
Selena Kitt Single
Short Story—Big Bang!
(approx 5,000 words)
Warning: This title contains hot panty-melting girl-on-girl action!
EXCERPT:
"We can go if you want to." Chloe leaned in to whisper this to me.
"No, Chloe, this is important to you," I reminded her. I couldn't believe I was saying it, but I couldn't help myself. It was the thought of seeing Chloe naked and riding that thing that did it for me. "I think we should do it."
She stared at me, wide-eyed. "You do?"
"Do you want me to go first?" I gulped and held my breath. What in the hell was I thinking?
Then Chloe grinned, that mischievous look in her eyes. "I will if you will."
It reminded me of our little shower-bet, how we'd shaved down to nothing on a whim--how excited I'd been, knowing she was shaving her pussy at the same time as me. How I'd gone into a bathroom stall afterward and rubbed myself off to a mind-blowing orgasm just thinking about it.
I raised my hand. "I'll do it."
I think the whole room gasped.
"Well come on, girl!" Megan grinned, leading me over to the machine. The floor in the sorority basement was carpeted, and I padded over in bare feet, standing next to the Sybian while one of the sorority sisters switched out the accessories, handing the other over to be sterilized. She seemed very familiar with it. I stared at the fleshy-colored dildo and then glanced back at Chloe. She was watching me with those big, brown eyes, chewing on her lower lip, which she always did when she was nervous.
All eyes were on me.
"Climb on up." Julie was recovered now and she had a robe on. All the older sorority sisters were dressed--it was just the pledges who were naked. Julia patted the side of Sybian like it was a horse. "You won't regret it."
SELENA KITT’S OTHER WORKS
NOVELS
A Baumgartner Reunion
Babysitting the Baumgartners
Baumgartner Generations: Henry
Baumgartner Generations: Janie
Bluebeard’s Wife
Falling Down
Foreign Exchange
Heidi and the Kaiser
Letters to the Baumgartners
Plaid Skirt Confessions
The Baumgartners Plus One
The Real Mother Goose
The Song of Orpheus
The Surrender of Persephone
The Sybian Club
Unfolding
Naughty Bits (taboo)
Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed (revised) (taboo)
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