Savage Urges

by Poppy Deveaux

  So far, I'd managed to jack off- I mean, check off two of the ten items, anal sex and sex in a public place, and to be honest I had to say that, by this point, I was a little bit worse for the wear. Getting up from my bed and stretching, I walked nude across my bedroom to the Funny Business calendar hanging on my wall, and looked at the date. I saw that it had been a week already since I'd started going through the list, and that already I felt as though I should be in a vegetative state with all that I'd been putting my body through with this shit.

  I mean, I liked rough stuff as much as the next girl, but I mean come on! I was seriously killing myself here...

  However, my plan for the next item was to be a little bit more genteel, at least if I had anything to say about it. I wanted to have a sexual experience that didn't leave me questioning the future use of my limbs by the time it was all over with, and I felt that this was as good a time as any to go on to item number three, as a means of continuing through the list without, you know, dying or anything.

  Number three was one of the items I was, well, perhaps a bit uncertain about. Like, I wanted to do it, a lot, and honestly butt sex and public fucking should have intimidated me a hell of a lot more than this, but this was sort of a question of my very sexual orientation, and that's the sort of thing that makes you a little bit uncertain about yourself.

  If you haven't guessed it already, I wanted to see what it was like to sleep with another woman.

  Now, I should preface this by saying that I'd never before had feelings for a girl in that way, and only ever distantly considered the prospect of getting jiggy with my own fair sex. But, I'd heard about the idea that all of mankind is basically shamelessly willing to do it with just about anyone of about any sex or alleged orientation should the social barriers and inhibitions fall, and somewhere deep inside I supposed I could see that. Like, I didn't think about it a lot, but when faced with the prospect, I figured I could probably get pretty horny with another girl's twat pressed up against my own, just as I imagined that the straightest, most masculine of my past boyfriends would probably love the chance to get down on all fours and be fucked up the bung like an animal if they didn't feel the need to suppress such an urge. So, since this whole list deal was about pushing myself out of my own comfort zones and seeing what I liked with a little bit of experimentation, I figured now was as good a time as any to unleash my inhibitions and snatch me up some snatch.

  I yanked the sheets off of my bed and draped them around my nude, sweaty body like a gown, then tripped my way over across the bedroom to my desk, opening up my laptop, and logging onto the dating website I'd been using for my non-anonymous hookups, then opened up a chat tab with one of the cuter female members I'd been talking to there, and seemed to be hitting it off with up to this point.

  “Hey :) Any chance we could meet tonight? ;)”

  Chapter 2

  You know, it was kind of funny. I'd stood at her doorway after knocking, and the seconds had spanned by like hours, and you know what I thought about? I thought about my junior prom in high school. There had been this pussy of a guy I'd gone with to the dance, Chet or Chance or Chaz or something, though in hindsight I have no idea what the hell drove me to do so. The two of us had a miserable time together, and from the get-go he'd been too terrified of me to even look me in the eyes, shaking as he stood in my doorway, too much of a shy bastard to even put on my corsage for me, or put his hands anywhere near me while dancing. And at the time, for the life of me, I'd thought he was being fucking ridiculous.

  But in the moment of waiting for the door to be opened, and for my first lesbian romance to get underway, I think I knew exactly what fucking Chaz Chip Chet Chattanooga must have felt like. See, I'd been dating guys all my life, and sure, I'd gotten butterflies in my stomach before a big date, just like any normal person would. But never any sort of debilitating anxiety like I was sort of experiencing now, and I feel like I know why. Girls, particularly pretty girls, can be real bitches sometimes. That is, we, or at least I, judge people relentlessly in my head, I chew them up, spit them out, grab them up again as they try to flee from harm with their mangled little bodies, and then I chew them up and spit them out again. And I'd never had the slightest belief that men did the same thing, as most of the men I've dated have been far too emotionally dense for any such deep-seated consideration of their partners. With men, or at least with my type of men up to this point in life, if they get a girl with a nice body and open legs, they can be pretty easily satisfied. And I'd always met those qualifications, and had had to worry very little about that sort of judgment as a result.

  Now, however, I was facing the prospect of being with another woman, human females being creatures as silently judgmental and vindictive as you might ever hope to encounter, and I was feeling all of my own shortcomings hit me like a bag of bricks, physical flaws, emotional flaws, was I moving too quickly, yadda yadda yadda, so on, so forth...

  And then the door opened, and I felt as though time froze, as though my heart had stopped, as though I couldn't think, I couldn't think, I couldn't think...

  And I stared into her face, gazing, considering, the realization slowly dawning on me, like frost melting away in springtime as I peered into that beauty, the chestnut hair, the shockingly blue eyes, the light, creamy skin, as smooth as Amish butter, the lips, pink and sweet and sensual, the body down below, toned and beautiful beneath the fabric of her clothes, her breasts plump and perky and firm, the kind of breasts that I myself tried to maintain on a day-to-day basis, everything about her perfect in every way.

  And we smiled at one another, and everything somehow felt perfect in every single way, and I felt myself getting warm and wet between the thighs.

  I'd felt her fingers close around mine, and she'd locked her eyes on mine with her head over her shoulder, pulling me tenderly inside the house, and closing the door shut behind us.

  We were on her bed.

  I was sort of just sitting there, not doing much of anything, not really sure what the hell I should be doing, in fact, as the rules of female-female were unclear to me after having bumped uglies exclusively with dudes for the extent of my pubescent life, so I sort of just sat there stupidly for a while, simply reacting to what was happening as best I could, but thankfully she was taking the reins, and directing the course of events on my behalf.

  I was shivering some at first, and she was being very gentle, sort of just letting her finger shimmy all around across my skin, swaying, rolling, very, very tenderly all about, caressing my arms, cupping my face in her palm and looking at me, and then letting her hand fall down along my body, her touch so faint that I'm not sure you could even fully consider it outright groping, but simply light, feathery touching, my breasts lighting up with arousal as she'd slid along them, butterflies flapping up against my stomach as she slid down along it, and oh God, by the time she put her hand at my crotch I was putty in her grip, holding my breath, my eyes wide, feeling the warmth of her palm radiating through the fabric of my skirt, the room sort of spinning around my head, and her hand being pulled very, very gently away.

  And the two of us stared at one another, with expressions on our faces that I'm not quite sure how to describe, but that were very sexual in nature, simultaneously softly and ferociously so. Neither of us smiled, and our mouths were very slightly open, the sound of our breath incredibly erotic, the heat kissing our faces, our breasts heaving, and before I knew it, my hand was in midair, reaching for her, moving as though through ether, climbing through space in slow motion, and touching, very gently, down upon her breast, to which her only response was a soft exhalation, and the slightest upturning of a corner of her lips, into an expression that I suppose qualified as a smile, if a very, very dirty one.

  Her breast felt quite wonderful, and I wanted to cup it, and to put my other hand on her opposite breast for that matter, and to squeeze them both until they were off of her, until they were mine, and mine alone, and yes, yes, I suddenly realized I wanted that,
even if I didn't know exactly why...

  And huh... It turns out I was making a pretty decent lesbian after all. Who woulda thunk it?

  And suddenly I felt her fingers wrap around my wrist. She penetrated me with those eyes of hers, unflinching, and unmoving, and I started to hold my breath again. She pulled the arm down, down, down along her body, her breasts ceasing their heaving as she herself held her breath, and my fingers were forced to trickle, down her abdomen, down to her waist, and I felt the world briefly stop as she pressed me into the opening between the legs of her pants, holding my palm up against the tight, severe warmth, and rubbing herself with my fingers, as though trying to rub on a magic lamp, the two of us going red from our held breath, our eyes still fixed on one another, and a smile slowly spreading out across her face, as I could almost feel the pleasure begin to radiate up from her loins into the rest of her body.

  She released my hand from her own, and the two of us sighed, but I didn't remove my fingers from the spot between her thighs.

  I was finding this a very nice place to be at the moment...

  And she began to move toward me, so slowly that I wasn't sure it was real, thinking that maybe the world was simply tilting on its axis, creating some sort of optical illusion that only made it look as though that was what was happening, and only when I tasted her did I realize that it was real, and a brief, sudden spike of panic flashed up in me, so barely there that it was gone in a flash, and as I began to process it, my eyelids closed, almost of their own volition, and I simply took in the sensation, the long, hot, sticky beauty, its registration taking some time, as I had to allow my mouth to thaw somewhat before it could properly feel anything, and when it did, I don't mind telling you that it really did, whatever chemicals that translate during kissing suddenly sparking and crackling and popping like fireworks between the two of us, my head going light as though I'd suddenly inhaled a great quantity of some wonderful, illicit substance, and this one, sweet, first kiss going on and on and on indefinitely, feeling as though it would never end, and my hand delicately, subtly pulling away from her crotch, setting down beside me on the bed for stability, because I honestly believed I might fall over without some extra boon to my dizzy weight.

  And at last, we pulled apart.

  And we stared. And we stared. And we stared and stared and stared.

  There was a long, gooey spider web of our saliva threading between us, drifting gently through space, snapping, and dissolving into nothing, and the existence of this subtle little phenomenon was enough to set me over the edge.

  And this time, we tore into each other.

  We clung together, scrambling across one another's bodies as though clinging for dear life, our lips melting together as we made out like teenagers or newlyweds or soldiers on shore leave or repressed homosexual politicians, our tongues lashing, lapping, licking, tasting one another's beautiful, forbidden fruit, our hands, meanwhile, squeezing, groping, caressing, grabbing, tugging greedily at one another's flesh, clawing at asses, cupping tits, tweaking nipples through fabric, rubbing up and down the trunks of one another's bodies, pushing fabric aside into messy wads, heating and moistening one another up to an unbearable degree, our heads spinning as though inebriated, and oh God, oh God, oh God how wonderful...

  And I didn't even realize it happening almost, as it was almost like a natural part of the proceedings, but our clothes were melting off of our bodies, article by article by article, blouses, skirt, pants, bras, panties, simply dissolving like liquids, pouring like the sweat down along our forms and dripping to the floor in a nice, tangled puddle, so that it would take some doing for us to sort everything out at the end of all this.

  And we were nude.

  Our heaving, writhing bodies glistened with perspiration, and we pressed our breasts together, the negative space between our toned, flat abdomens driving us wild as we continued to consume one another, our shared heat now simmering us up to a boil, and I tried to pull away from her to move down, but she nibbled on my lip, and it drove me insane, and I had to taste her again first, and she reached down, and pressed her hands against my clean-shaven pubic triangle, sliding down, hooking her fingers between my wet thighs, pushing the tight flesh of my sopping wet femininity around with her fingers, and this time I did have to pull away gasping, and it gave me the opportunity to crane down, and do what I'd planned to earlier, scooping my head down to those succulent breasts of hers, and letting my lips dissolve around her left titty, suckling on her as though for nourishment, my tongue lapping around and around in vicious laps, making her sigh, if not whimper with pleasure, and yes, yes, yes, what a wonderful thing to love a member of your own sex, and how sad it would have been if I had never gotten to experienced this, and how had I avoided experiencing it for so, so long?

  And she pushed me playfully down onto the bedspread, my breasts bouncing as the mattress jiggled beneath my weight, and she towered dominantly over me with evil in her eyes, taking what I would traditionally call the man's role in our lovemaking, and descending upon me like a bird of prey, her head falling lower, lower, lower, the course of her face looking suspiciously directed to land between the opening of my splayed thighs...

  And I gasped, feeling her touch down, her lips against those of my glistening vagina, pushing them around as she kissed me down below, working the flesh around and around, almost like chewing gum, I thought in my stupor, and the sensation ripped through my body. And she seized hold of my knees for support, pushing, pushing, pushing them further apart, opening me wider and wider and wider, and then the pink, hot meat of her tongue, pressing into me, sliding tenderly, up, up, up across the folds of my cunt, and oooooooooohhhhhh Godddddddddd... My fingers dug into the bedspread, and I swear to God my eyes fucking crossed with pleasure as I blearily watched her bob her head down below, licking and eating and tasting me, and swirling her tongue around the way I'd always desired a man to do for me, and knowing exactly what I wanted, and peeling up against the fleshy pink nub of my clitoris, “Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh,” and my thighs collapsing around her bobbing head as the sensation tore through me like wildfire, pushing her deeper into me, like a Venus flytrap, attempting to consume her, to live forever off of this deep, perfect, insane passion.

  And I'm not really sure how or when it happened, but I was reciprocating. My head was between her thighs as well, tasting the sweet, salty tang of pooty tang, my lips dissolving into her, my tongue lashing inside, lapping, licking, swirling, trying to match her precision, her utterly bewildering expertise at cunnilingus, but knowing that I would inevitably fall far, far short of her efforts, but that I would at least do my damnedest to please her as she did me, the two of us locked in a fleshy, sixty-nining configuration, whimpering into one another's delectable cunts as the mutual pleasure shook through us, the entire scene like a beautiful, unfathomable wet dream, lost in a sweet, sticky haze, and oh God, oh God, oh yes, oh yes, those feelings, those sensations, yes, yes, YES!

  And I was sprawled out across the bed, my breasts pooled up on top of my body, heaving as I struggled to regain my composure, and stars flashing across my eyes as I tried to calm myself the fuck down- honestly, I have no idea whether she'd eaten me to climax or not, but it sure as hell felt like the aftershock of something so vicious as an oral orgasm. At any rate, however, if she hadn't, I didn't have much to worry about, as the best was still yet to come.

  She climbed on top of me, straddling my waist, and mounting me in a way that made me even wetter than I had been before.

  The lips of our vaginas kissed, pressing tenderly together, their heat and moisture sticking us together like some perverse adhesive, and she pushed herself forward, deeper, deeper, deeper up against me, and I moaned, “Ohhhhhhhh,” closing my eyes, feeling the heat of her touch as it consumed me, the only thing in the entire universe that mattered in that moment, lost in the black, fuzzy haze of pleasure.

  And she began to dry hump me, dry only in a technical sense, as the two of us were slick as ice with
female lubricant, the soft, floral folds of our vaginas pressing together, smearing, pushing around, widening, expanding, collapsing, rubbing and humming and burning, getting hotter, hotter, hotter, as she just kept rocking, slowly, agonizingly slowly, her movements so light that I thought I would go insane with anticipation each time, until at last she worked herself up into a rhythm, her body gyrating, around and around and around, bouncing up and down occasionally, so that our wet crotches made a SLAP, SLAP, SLAP sound as they smacked together, and she went back to rocking, fucking, grinding, twats smearing, fluids mingling, our moans chirping out through the room like a chorus, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh God, oh God, oh fuck, oh yes, oh yes, oh YES!”

  And the orgasm ripped through our bodies, wave after wave after wave, radiating, consuming us, our forms convulsing together, our limbs shaking, and it was like each of us could feel the pleasure of the other, like any inequity I may have felt with a man was suddenly gone now that I knew our satisfaction was the same, roaring through our bodies like wildfire, eating us up, our moans ebbing and flowing as we each bounded up and down along the peaks and valleys of multiple orgasms, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH, OH, OH, OHHHHHH, OHHHHHHH, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH, OHHHH, OHHH, OH, OH, oh, oh, oh, oh, OH, OH, OHHHHH, OHHHHHHH...” and so on and so forth.

  And at long, long last, so long that I thought I might just die from sexual exhaustion in the meantime, she collapsed on the bed beside me, the two of us panting like two frenzied bitches, falling instantly into one another's arms, wrapping ourselves together, and continuing to kiss, to wrap our bodies into a single unit as we faded off into sleep, sweaty and satisfied and utterly content.