My Futa Friend: Volume 1: (Futa Female-on-Female Erotica Bundle)

by Bree Dixon

  “Oh my god!” Zoey laughed as Chelsea watched the customer leave.

  “What?” Chelsea snapped back to reality. “Why are you laughing?”

  “Because you almost hopped over the counter and sucked that guy’s dick!” she said, purposely being crude and naughty. Chelsea’s mouth opened in shock.

  “No I didn’t!” Chelsea shouted. You could tell by the look on her face that she regretted responding so seriously.

  “You totally wanted that guy,” Zoey told her. Chelsea didn’t respond this time, but her face turned bright red.

  “Hey,” Chelsea finally said,” it’s been a while.”

  “Maybe if you’re lucky, someone will take you in the back and bend you over the pallet of paper towels,” Zoey joked. Chelsea burst out laughing, but her face stayed the same shade of bright red.

  “You’re so bad!” She slapped Zoey on the ass. Zoey’s gasped in surprise and even Chelsea looked like she couldn’t believe that she did that. That wasn’t like her at all. Zoey watched Chelsea’s face closely, positive that her look of surprise would morph into a look of regret, but instead she just grinned and walked away. Zoey did mental cartwheels. She watched Chelsea walk away, her ass shaking gently from side to side with her steps. She glanced back but Zoey didn’t look away. Instead she held her gaze, met Chelsea eye-to-eye. Chelsea blushed, smiled, and looked forward again. Zoey balled up her fists in glee.

  As soon as there was an hour left until closing, time slowed to a near standstill. This happened every night without fail. There was a rush of last minute shoppers, but time still stubbornly crawled along.

  “I thought keeping busy was supposed to make time fly?” Chelsea asked as she squeezed by Zoey to grab the garbage bin underneath her register. Chelsea didn’t mean for the customer to hear, but he did, and he just laughed.

  “Thank you,” the man said as he took his bag from Zoey. She smiled until he looked away and then turned her attention to Chelsea. She was walking towards the rear of the store with a garbage bag hung over her shoulder. She was heading to the dumpster out behind the building. Zoey wanted to follow her out there, to attack her in the cool night, under the full moon. She imagined a chilly breeze blowing between them as they embraced and the thought made her stomach do a flip. She knew why time was dragging on, for her at least. It was because she had high hopes that tonight was the night. When the clock hit ten and she locked the door, she was going to make her move. She was a volatile combination of frazzled nerves and giddy excitement.

  Ten o’clock rolled around and Zoey hadn’t seen Chelsea since she left with the garbage. It wasn’t entirely uncommon for clerks to disappear for a while if they had no carts to collect or groceries to bag, but Chelsea hadn’t even done her final cart run and Zoey could see a few littered around the parking lot as she locked the glass door. The store was eerily silent and for a moment Zoey worried that something had happened to Chelsea when she went out back to throw the garbage out. One time there had been a drunk guy hanging around out back making cat calls at the female employees. The memory didn’t help Zoey calm down at all. She wandered over to the nearest check stand, took the phone off of the receiver and hit the page button.

  “Chelsea, we’re closed,” she called out before hanging the phone up. She waited a little less than a minute before heading towards the back of the store. She kept telling herself that everything was fine. She told herself that Chelsea was probably in the bathroom or maybe she was working with her headphones on, something she did sometimes when she was working in the back and there weren’t any customers in the store. She pushed her way through the red swinging doors and into the back room. There was Chelsea, no headphones, breaking down boxes and dropping them into the cardboard bailer.

  “Chelsea!” Zoey shouted, angrier than she meant to.

  Chelsea looked over her shoulder as if nothing was wrong. “Oh hey,” she said, calmly. At first Zoey was confused, but then she was just angry.

  “What the fuck?” she asked, her arms outstretched.

  “What?” Chelsea didn’t even turn around as she spoke. She wasn’t acting normal. She knew why Zoey was angry but pretended that she didn’t.

  “What is going on with you?” Zoey asked her. “I was getting kinda worried!” Chelsea stopped what she was doing and turned around. At first she had trouble looking Zoey in the face, but finally she met her eyes.

  “I’m sorry!” She didn’t mean to blurt it out like she did. “I just-“ she trailed off before switching gears. “Were you really worried about me?”

  Seeing Chelsea legitimately sorry had a calming effect on Zoey. “Well, yeah,” she said. You’ve been back here forever and you didn’t respond when I called you over the intercom.”

  Chelsea looked down at her feet. “Oh” was all she said.

  “Chelsea.” Zoey took two steps towards her. “What’s wrong?” Chelsea looked up, briefly met her eyes, then looked away as tears formed in her own.

  “I don’t know,” she said, laughing at herself. “I just…I think I’m developing a crush on you but this is all new to me and I don’t even know how to process it and-“

  “Whoa.” Zoey held her hands up. “Just slow down and take a deep breath.” Zoey was overwhelmed herself. This is what she wanted, but she didn’t consider that it was new territory for Chelsea. She took a few more steps until they were face to face and gently placed her hand on Chelsea’s arm. She didn’t want to be pushy, but she told herself that it might be exactly what Chelsea needed. She considered that she was being selfish, but she went for it anyway. “It’s okay, Chelsea.” She reached up and wiped a tear that had begun to fall from Chelsea’s eye. “It’s me.”

  “I know, Zoey,” she laughed again, but this time there was more joy in it. “This is so crazy.”

  Zoey looked her in the eye. “Not to me.” She went for it. She leaned in, resting a hand behind Chelsea’s head. Chelsea didn’t come to her, but she didn’t fight it, either, and then they were kissing, their lips pressing together softly. It took them a second to pull apart, neither was in a hurry to do so. For the moment, Zoey’s excitement was overshadowed by her anxiety. What if Chelsea regretted it? What if Zoey had just ruined her chances and her friendship in one fell swoop? But as she pulled away Zoey noticed a familiar redness in Chelsea’s face. Chelsea tried to look away, but Zoey could see how hard she was trying to hide her smile.

  “You liked it!” Zoey teased her, pressing a finger into her chest. Chelsea laughed.

  “Maybe!” she said. “Maybe not.” She leaned over Zoey, her slight height advantage forcing Zoey to tilt her head backwards. “Better try again,” Chelsea said as she once more pressed her lips into Zoey's. This time her tongue snuck its way forward, not exactly pushing into Zoey’s mouth as much as running along the rim, tasting her lips. This time as they pulled away there was an audible smacking sound.

  “Oh my god,” Zoey moaned. “I give up men.”

  Chelsea threw back her head in laughter. “You can’t give up men!”

  “I’ve got two kisses that say that I can!” Zoey shot back. Chelsea grinned and bit her lip. Her eyes fell down to Zoey’s cleavage. She was getting worked up. This was happening and Zoey could barely contain herself. She decided that the time for caution was over. She pushed herself into Chelsea and kissed her neck. Chelsea moaned through closed lips.

  “So what’s it like? She asked.

  “What’s what like?” Zoey asked between kisses.

  “Being with a woman.” Chelsea’s head rested on Zoey’s, her eyes closed as she felt lips press against her neck in a downwards arc towards her chest.

  “It’s nice,” Zoey said, searching for a better way to describe it. “More sensual.”

  “What’s it taste like?”

  “What?” It took Zoey a moment to figure out what Chelsea was asking. “Pussy?”

  Chelsea tried to hide her giggle. “Yeah.”

  “I don’t know.” Zoey flicked her tongue against the top of Ch
elsea’s chest. “Good. It’s hard to describe. It tastes good.” Starting from the bottom of her shirt, she began undoing Chelsea’s buttons. Chelsea was leaning back against the wall, her hands pressing against it for support.

  “Don’t you miss cock?” Chelsea asked. “I would miss cock.” Zoey smiled to herself as she pushed more buttons through the holes in Chelsea’s shirt. Once the last button was through Chelsea didn’t hesitate to take off the shirt and fling it into a pile of boxes. Underneath was a dark grey t-shirt.

  “Off off off!” Zoey said impatiently. Chelsea lifted her arms over her head and Zoey helped lift the shirt up and over her hands. That left only her off-white bra.

  “I’m so fucking jealous of you,” Zoey said.

  Chelsea fidgeted behind her back. “Why?”

  “Your tits are perfect,” Zoey said, never taking her eyes off of Chelsea’s rack. Chelsea seemed a little embarrassed.

  “Yours are bigger,” she said.

  “Yeah, but yours are perfect.” The second Chelsea’s undid the clasp, Zoey grabbed the bra and whisked it off. Chelsea was barely able to get her arms around in time. Her tits bounced free, her light pink nipples standing firm and erect. Zoey didn’t hesitate to wrap her mouth around one of Chelsea’s breasts. She pushed her lips down hard before pulling away and stretching Chelsea’s flesh out. Chelsea gasped in delight.

  “Oh shit!” Chelsea wrapped her hand around Zoey’s head and pulled her in tighter, forcing her to take a bigger mouthful of flesh. “Oh god Zoey,” she cried. “Bite my nipple.” Zoey did as she was told, surprised that Chelsea’s dirty side had come out so quickly. Chelsea squirmed in her hands but Zoey held on tight, sucking on her nipple, feeling the flesh tug inside of her mouth. Zoey took her mouth off, mesmerized at the site of Chelsea’s perky bosom and erect nipple, all shiny with saliva. She took both breasts in her hands and squeezed as she kissed Chelsea and stuck her tongue into her open mouth. Chelsea whimpered as Zoey’s fingers dug into her flesh. With her breasts being groped and twisted and tugged, she brought her own hands down to her crotch. She could barely keep them still enough to undo the button and roll down the zipper.

  “Eat my pussy,” Chelsea whispered into Zoey’s mouth. “I’m so fucking wet.” Zoey disengaged, suckled on Chelsea’s bosom once more, then dropped to her knees, repeatedly pressing her lips against flesh as she descended. Chelsea’s pants were down and she was in the process of pulling down her panties. A curly tuft of pubic hair peeked out from behind the dark blue cloth. As soon as her pussy was visible, Zoey went for it, pressing her face into Chelsea’s crotch. She gasped in delight as Zoey’s nose bumped up against her clit and her tongue slithered deep into her snatch.

  “Oh my god!” Chelsea shouted. “Your tongue!” Zoey giggled inside her own head. Her cock wasn’t the only thing about her that was long and pleasing. Chelsea tasted sweet, just as sweet as Zoey had always imagined. Her tongue slid up and down her pink walls. She wiggled her nose and batted Chelsea’s clit around. She felt Chelsea’s hand on her head, squeezing her hair, desperate to grasp at something. Zoey tilted her head back until her lips were in reach of Chelsea’s slit. She darted her tongue out again, licking it, playing with it.

  “Oh god!” Chelsea moaned. “Uuuuggghh god!” Zoey took it between her lips, holding it in place as she flicked her tongue off of. Chelsea continued to purr, her body bucking slightly. Zoey sucked Chelsea’s clit deeper into her mouth and Chelsea shrieked.

  “Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” she screamed. “Put your finger inside me! All of them, your whole fucking hand!” She was losing it, overwhelmed with lust. This was it. This was the time to show her. Zoey put her hands on Chelsea’s hips and used them for balance as she bolted to her feet.

  “What are you doing?!” Chelsea was flustered, panicked. She had been close to cumming. “You can’t leave me hanging! I want fingers!”

  Zoey was so excited that she started giggling uncontrollably. “I have a better idea. Better than fingers.” Chelsea cocked her head, intrigued. “Let’s go to the office,” Zoey said. “There’s a couch up there.”

  Both women rushed down the hallway and up the stairs, their bare breasts bouncing, Chelsea holding up her unbuttoned pants. Once they got in the office Zoey instinctively threw the door shut behind her, even though they were the only ones in the store. Chelsea stepped out of her pants and let her shirt fall on top of them. Buck naked, she leapt onto the couch, propping her head up on her hand and striking a pose.

  “Have your way with me!” she laughed. Zoey took her shirt off, but was suddenly too nervous to pull down her pants. Chelsea reached out and weakly tugged at Zoey’s jeans.

  “Strip! Strip! Strip!” she chanted. “I want to know what it tastes like.”

  “Well,” Zoey began. “You can’t, exactly.”

  Chelsea’s expression changed from delight to confusion. “What do you mean?”

  “Remember when I said I had something better than fingers?” Zoey asked.

  “Uh huh,” Chelsea nodded. Zoey froze again, unable to come out and say it. Chelsea reached for her crotch and Zoey backed up out of her reach.

  “Zoe?” Chelsea only shortened her name when she was being serious. “What’s wrong?”

  This was it. No guts, no glory, and she wanted to get up in those guts.

  “You have to promise not to freak out,” Zoey said. She was actually shaking.

  “Zoe.” Chelsea shortened her name again. “I’m not going to freak out, whatever it is. What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing’s wrong, exactly.” Zoey fiddled with the buttons on her jeans. “If you were hoping to eat pussy, you’re going to be disappointed.” In one quick movement, like ripping off a band-aid, Zoey unbuttoned her pants, reached into her panties, and produced her thick, semi-hard cock. Chelsea’s eyes went wide and bright. She looked up at Zoey, then back to the cock dangling in front of her face. She reached out to touch it but pulled away at the last minute, like she was afraid to.

  “It’s okay,” Zoey told her, “you can touch it.” Even with her blessing, Chelsea was still hesitant. She poked the hardening cock with her finger, like she was prodding an alien organism. Zoey giggled and shook her head.

  “Chelsea,” she said, “it’s a cock. You touch it like a cock.”

  Chelsea blushed and buried her face in the couch. “I know,” she said, looking at up at Zoey. “It’s just...sorry. I’m sorry. It’s new to me.”

  “That’s okay,” Zoey told her. “I’m the same old Zoey, just with a big, secret dick.” Chelsea burst out laughing and it made Zoey feel good to make her smile so much. Chelsea bit her lip and shook away the butterflies. She sat up on the couch, Zoey’s crotch swinging patiently in front of her face. She grabbed it by the base. Her skin was soft and warm. She looked up at Zoey with her lips curved into a hungry grin.

  “See?” Zoey said. “Just a cock.” It wasn’t just a cock, though, Chelsea thought. It was a magnificent cock. It was long and thick with a perfect, shapely head that Chelsea wanted inside of her so bad. Zoey wasn’t fully erect yet, but she was getting there, and Chelsea knew how to help. She leaned forward, lowering and tilting her head so she could scoop up the tip in her mouth. Zoey moaned feverishly as Chelsea squeezed her fingers around the base and took the entire shaft into her mouth, sliding back and forth, coating the stiffening member in saliva. As Chelsea continued to suck, she reached above her blindly, finding Zoey’s tits and squeezing them maniacally. Zoey whipped her head back, eyes closed tight, and let out a constant, low moan as everything happened. It wasn’t one singular sensation bringing her joy, but the overall experience, everything combined. It was the warm, building satisfaction from Chelsea sucking hungrily on her erect cock. The wonderful little flashes of pleasure every time Chelsea squeezed her tit the right way or pinched her nipple. Then there was the mental aspect, the emotional gratification of fulfilling such a base urge and with someone she’d desired for so long. On top of all that, Chelsea was just being a wild slut and her
hunger was infectious, insatiable, the way she gobbled on Zoey’s cock like it was keeping her alive.

  “Fuck my mouth,” Chelsea demanded. Zoey grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her forward until she felt the tip of her cock bump the back of Chelsea’s throat. Chelsea gagged and, just because she could, Zoey held her there a second longer. When she let up, Chelsea tore her head away and coughed, saliva stretching from her lips to Zoey’s shaft.

  “Bitch,” Chelsea said.

  “You loved it, you fucking whore,” Zoey scolded her. Chelsea went right back to work, impaling her face on Zoey’s cock. Zoey grabbed her head again, jerking her back and forth, stifling the moans trying to escape Chelsea’s lips. Chelsea tore away, grabbing Zoey’s shaft and jerking her off, forcing beads of pre-cum to bubble out of the purple head of her cock. Chelsea licked them away.

  “Ooooooh fuck yes!” Zoey screamed. “Eat my salty fucking cum!”

  “Fuck me,” Chelsea panted. She threw herself back into the couch and spread her legs wide. Her hand shot to her crotch and she thumbed her clit. “Fuck me so hard.”