‘Another confession.’ Maria smiled. ‘I never ordered it. I had my finger on the hook all the time, banking on you not throwing me out when I made my move. Look,’ she said, getting to her feet and picking up her glass, ‘you need time to think. Where’s the bedroom? Across the hall? I’ll go in there and wait. If you don’t want to sleep with me, call that taxi and I’ll wait for it outside. Take your time.’ Maria left the room, shutting the lounge door behind her.
Five minutes later, Adrienne walked into the bedroom, her palms sticky, her heart pounding, and her stomach turning delicious somersaults. The room was dark, with only the dim bedside light switched on. She did not see the pile of clothes on the floor until she trod on them. She looked down, wondering why she did not remember leaving them there, then realised she had not. The T-shirt, combat trousers, sports socks, and pale blue panties were not hers. Just in front of her on a chair was Maria’s bomber jacket. Her trainers were parked underneath.
‘I didn’t hear you phone for a taxi.’ Maria’s voice came from the bed. Adrienne looked down at her. She lay on top of the duvet, face down and naked. Her chin was on her left fist, her elbow on the bed. Her shoulders swept down into the elegant curve of her back, before rising as the twin mounds of a pert, absolutely symmetrical bottom. Her legs were short but in perfect proportion to her body. Her right hand still held the glass and she drained the last of her wine. She held up the empty glass and Adrienne reached out to take it from her. Her hand shook as she grasped the stem and set it on the bedside table, before turning back to Maria.
The naked girl pulled her knees forward and pushed herself up with her hands. She knelt before Adrienne, who looked self-consciously at the full-frontal display. Maria’s figure was trim, with a slender neck, breasts that were no more than tiny little buds, and a tapering waistline which led down to smooth, slim thighs. At their apex, where there should have been pubic hair, was bare skin and lips that were already slightly puffy and open.
Maria followed Adrienne’s stare. ‘Do you like it?’ she asked. ‘Smooth runway.’
‘Did you – do it yourself?’ Adrienne felt ridiculous even asking the question, but she had to say something. Maria, though, seemed to find her naivety endearing.
‘This time, but it’s much more fun with a friend to help. You can take it in turns to hold the mirror. Now, let’s have a look at you.’ She walked across the bed on her knees as Adrienne stumbled toward its edge. When they faced one another, Maria took the hem of Adrienne’s baggy jumper with both hands. Adrienne instinctively raised her arms. As Maria lifted the shapeless woollen garment, Adrienne bent her knees so it could be slipped over her head. She straightened as it disappeared and was thrown onto the pile of clothes already on the floor.
‘Wow!’ whispered Maria as she saw the shape of Adrienne’s figure for the first time. The sweater had been hiding a pink scoop-necked T-shirt, one which flattered her generous curves. ‘You have beautiful tits.’
‘Thank you.’ Adrienne felt herself blush yet again. ‘Men seem to like them. It seems sleeping with you isn’t going to be all that different.’
‘Oh, it will be,’ Maria reassured her. ‘A bloke would only want to get you into bed because you’ve got big boobs. For me, they’re a bonus – I want to get you, Adrienne, the woman, the person, into bed.’
‘So what are you waiting for? It seems to me I’ve still got too many clothes on.’ Adrienne surprised herself, but at the same time could feel herself growing bolder with every minute. She was here with Maria, she was enjoying the attention, so what the hell?
She pulled the T-shirt over her head. As she did so she felt Maria’s fingers busy themselves with her belt buckle, then the button and zip of her jeans. She threw the shirt onto the growing pile and reached behind her for the clip of her bra. Maria had opened her jeans and now had her hands inside the back of them, inching them down over her buttocks. She trembled as the air wafted over her thighs, then over her knees, and finally her calves. Her bra clip clicked and its restraining tightness was gone. She pulled it forward, feeling her breasts swing free into the warm air of the bedroom. At the same time she stepped out of her jeans, kicking them back and throwing the bra over her shoulders.
Now nearly as naked as Maria, she felt more relaxed and allowed the other girl to lead her. Maria took her hand and pulled her gently onto the bed, sweeping back the duvet and laying her down on the clean sheets Adrienne had put on that morning, in a bid to purge the presence of James. She slipped an arm around Adrienne’s shoulder and behind her neck. Her other hand rested lightly on her belly before tracing a path up to her left breast. As Maria’s fingers closed around its fatness, squeezing the generous flesh, Adrienne felt the nipple stiffen, almost as if it were about to burst. Maria leant forward and kissed her. This time it was returned, the two women opening their mouths and allowing their tongues to meet. Adrienne revelled in the difference from a passionate male kiss, the softness of Maria’s lips and her smooth tongue mingling with the sweet and very feminine perfume of her breath.
Far too soon, Maria broke off the embrace. Adrienne sighed and clasped the back of her new lover’s head. She felt Maria begin to move down her body, her lips sliding across her throat, then her chest. Adrienne was fascinated as Maria squeezed her breast, forcing the swollen nipple into even greater prominence. She shuddered with anticipation as Maria’s mouth opened and her tongue appeared. A second later and she gasped as it flicked her nipple, sending a shock through her whole body. Maria licked again and again, then took all of it between her lips and sucked greedily.
Of course Adrienne’s nipples had been sucked before, but Maria seemed more intense, more enthusiastic. Even as her senses soared, Adrienne was still able to wonder if girls were always more aware of other girls’ needs when they made love.
Now she felt Maria’s left hand on her right breast. Instead of blindly grabbing it, she flattened her palm against it, rolling the nipple and making Adrienne gasp. After a few minutes of this treatment Maria switched her oral attention, taking the tip of Adrienne’s right breast between her lips and teasing it with her teeth, before settling down to her sucking. Adrienne glanced down to see the brown, pigtailed head bobbing slightly as she did her work, her own left aureole red and glistening with her lover’s saliva.
Adrienne lay back and enjoyed the new and bizarre feeling. She wondered why she’d never thought of trying this before. For a moment she also thought of Rachel and what she might say or do if she were here now.
Maria’s mouth releasing her breast brought her out of her reverie. Adrienne stared down again, disappointed, until she realised the girl’s tongue was still working on her flesh. It was between her breasts, tickling the sensitive skin. Then it traced a pattern across her rib cage. Finally it reached her flat, muscular stomach. Adrienne twitched as Maria’s mouth travelled closer to her groin.
She stopped just above the waistband of Adrienne’s knickers. Adrienne felt Maria’s fingers in the wispy elastic. Instinctively, she lifted her hips. They were slowly pulled over her thighs and down to her knees, then over the red socks, which became her only item of clothing as her panties disappeared over her feet.
Maria shifted back up the bed and crouched over Adrienne’s midriff. Adrienne opened her legs. Maria bent her head to inspect what was being offered. Tentatively, she tickled Adrienne’s pubic hair, making her wriggle, but she froze as Maria’s index finger stroked the inside of her lips. No man had ever touched her there in such a gentle way. She was used to large fingers being shoved roughly inside, usually followed by a crude comment about how wet she was.
Maria was a total contrast. She fingered Adrienne with something like reverence, stroking and teasing the labia open at their own pace. It did not take long, but only when she was ready did Adrienne feel Maria’s hot breath on her most intimate parts.
She began with a gentle kiss, Maria holding the contact for a few seconds, making Adrienne’s whole body tense and stiffen. Maria kissed her again, th
is time delving her tongue into the inner folds. As the muscular little organ wriggled inside her, Adrienne let out a whimper and lifted her legs, bending her knees to give Maria better access. The gesture was not wasted, as the brunette buried her head and began lapping in earnest.
Adrienne had never been eaten so well. Even as the tip of Maria’s tongue flicked against her swollen clitoris she felt the first wave of an orgasm begin to lap against her insides. It grew as Maria increased the tempo, teasing the hard little nub until Adrienne could fight it no longer. She shouted as her release broke free, lifting her buttocks clear of the sheets and mashing her mound further into Maria’s face. The brunette continued to suck, drawing a smaller second orgasm from Adrienne, taking her to heights she never knew she existed.
Maria eased back as Adrienne came down slowly. Eventually, she was just planting delicate little kisses on the slick lips, tickling them gloriously. At last Adrienne stopped shivering and lay basking in the afterglow of really great sex.
She dozed for a few seconds, but was roused by a gentle kiss on her cheek. ‘Enjoy it?’ Maria whispered.
‘I take it that’s a rhetorical question,’ Adrienne gasped.
‘Only another woman knows how to do it properly,’ Maria gave a giggle. ‘And you taste delicious.’ Leaning forward, she kissed Adrienne on the lips. It was slow and passionate and she drew in her own sexual aroma.
‘So what do we do now?’ she asked. As much as she had enjoyed Maria’s ministrations, she felt apprehensive. Maria knew this was new ground to her, but she still did not wish to look a naive virgin to her novel partner.
‘You’ve really never been with a woman before?’ Maria slipped an arm around Adrienne’s shoulder. She shook her head. ‘Well, just do to me what you wish all the blokes you’ve ever slept with had done to you. Touch me the way you wish you could be touched.’ And Maria kissed her again, gently stroking a loose strand of sweat-soaked hair away from Adrienne’s face. She let her go and stretched out on her back beside her. ‘I’m all yours,’ Maria whispered.
Adrienne stared at the smooth slim, body being laid so willingly at her disposal. The girl was gorgeous, there was no disputing that. She reached out a hand and tentatively fingered Maria’s left breast. The small mound quivered as she made contact. The erect nipple was firm and rubbery, gorged with blood as its owner’s state of arousal became obvious. Adrienne tried the other breast and found it in the same excited condition. Having large breasts, she was fascinated by Maria’s much smaller ones and grew bolder, squeezing and kneading them. She found them much firmer than hers and loved the way they kept their shape perfectly, even though Maria was flat on her back. Hers flopped to either side when she was in that position.
Suddenly, she felt an irresistible urge to taste them. Bending forward, she closed her mouth nervously around Maria’s left aureole. It tasted just as solid as it had felt between her fingers. The flesh below the nipple was warm and sweet, and seemed to Adrienne surprisingly soft.
For several minutes she kept to her task, feeling Maria’s heartbeat rising through her rib cage. The girl’s breathing became heavier. Adrienne decided to follow the example Maria had set and switched her attention to the other breast. She was rewarded with groans of pleasure from its owner.
She sucked enthusiastically, squeezing Maria’s left breast with her right hand. Her left snaked down to the right side of the other woman’s body, stopping when it reached the perfect little peach of her bottom. Adrienne squeezed and Maria thrust her pelvis forward lasciviously.
Adrienne took the hint. She pulled her mouth away from Maria’s breast. Bestowing a final tender kiss on it, she shifted her weight down the bed. Her right hand trailed over Maria’s tummy, fingers delicately brushing the smooth skin. She found herself face to face with Maria’s vagina.
She reached trembling fingers toward it. To begin with, she stroked the shaven skin above the labia. It was amazingly smooth, with no trace of stubble. Maria had obviously depilated today.
Adrienne traced a path down to the top of the lips, which already pouted. She pushed the tip of her index finger between them, and they parted with a moist suck. She ran the finger down the length of Maria’s vulva, hearing her groan in response. Encouraged and excited, Adrienne slid her finger back up, then down again, going deeper each time. Maria pushed her groin forward in an attempt to impale herself.
Adrienne could wait no longer and pushed a second finger in. Both women trembled with lust as Maria was prised fully open. Bending forward, Adrienne peered intently into the dark red recess she had revealed. The walls of Maria’s tunnel were swollen and wet, while her clitoris stuck out prominently. Adrienne might never have seen one at such close range, but she knew exactly what it was capable of and what she had to do.
Bending her head forward, she applied her mouth to Maria’s vagina. The hot labia felt strange against her lips, so soft compared to the hardness of an excited penis. Growing more confident, she pushed her tongue out. Maria gasped as its lips touched the soft tissue of her sex. Adrienne began to move her tongue up and down, delving further inside. Suddenly she made contact with the hard piece of flesh she had been looking for.
Adrienne stopped, but only for a moment. She pushed and wriggled her tongue against Maria’s clitoris, using her fingers to pull the labia further apart for better access. The effect was electric, Maria’s whole body tensing and relaxing in turn. Adrienne continued to flick the button, building up speed and refining her technique at the same time.
Maria’s excitement grew and her lips began to buck and weave, making it difficult for Adrienne to hold on to her. She pushed the fingers of her right hand into the vagina, while her left hand dug deeper into the soft buttocks, her fingers even finding their way into the cleft. Both girls moaned as Adrienne touched Maria’s bottom hole, and the brunette seemed to go over the edge.
Her tunnel grew wetter and Maria felt it being forced hard against her mouth. Maria grunted and dug her hands into Adrienne’s hair, twisting the long, blonde locks through her fingers. It only took a few more flicks before Maria was having a spectacular orgasm. Unable to keep her mouth in place, Adrienne pulled her face away and replaced her mouth with her fingers. She rubbed at Maria’s clitoris with one hand while the other tightened its grip on her bottom. She went on until Maria’s body had stopped writhing and twisting and she lay still, spent and completely exhausted.
Adrienne crawled up the bed, pulling the duvet with her as she went. She wrapped herself and Maria in it as she kissed her gently on the mouth. Maria stirred, her eyes opening sleepily. She smiled back. ‘I think you’ve got the hang of it,’ she murmured, as she wrapped Adrienne in her arms. Adrienne said nothing as she rested her head on Maria’s tiny breasts and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Four
Adrienne awoke alone in her bed again. For a moment she was disorientated, then the events of the previous night flooded back. She remembered everything, including Maria’s promise that she would still be here this morning. Adrienne wondered if she had been let down again.
She rolled over and looked at the floor. Maria’s clothes were all still there but her own sweater was missing. She jumped out of bed and walked to the door, still naked except for her red knee socks. She could hear pop music from the kitchen radio.
Opening the door, she padded down the hall. She walked into the kitchen and saw Maria standing at the breakfast bar, her back to the door. She was wearing the sweater, the baggy woollen garment reaching halfway down her thighs, the sleeves turned back at least three times. As Adrienne arrived the kettle boiled and clicked. Maria was adding another slice of buttered toast to the half-dozen she already had on a plate beside her.
She looked over her shoulder. ‘Hi!’ she said breezily. ‘I thought I’d do us some breakfast in bed, but I see you’re up. Even if you aren’t dressed,’ she added with a snigger.
Adrienne smiled back. She did not feel remotely self-conscious. In fact, she felt playful and mischievous. She wa
lked up behind Maria and rubbed the girl’s shoulders through the jumper, planting a kiss on the back of her neck, exposed by the pigtails she still wore. Maria responded by rolling her head back and resting it on Adrienne’s shoulder.
Adrienne slid her hands down Maria’s body as she continued to butter the toast. She fondled her small breasts through the thick material, feeling Maria’s nipples start to harden, but decided to change direction. She carried on sliding her hands down until she reached Maria’s hips. Gripping the hem of the jumper with her left hand, she lifted it to expose Maria’s bottom.
Adrienne stared at the perfect half-moons for a few seconds. With not an ounce of extra fat, they were tight, small, and superbly round. She could not resist. Lifting her right hand, Adrienne brought it down smartly across the centre of both buttocks. It landed with a crisp smack, making her palm tingle.
Maria did not even see it coming. ‘Ow!’ She jumped up on her toes and dropped the knife and piece of toast she was holding.
‘Oh, I’m sorry!’ Adrienne blurted. She had no idea why she had done it, only that she was mortified she might have hurt her new friend.
‘Sorry? Why? Go on – more!’ Maria bent to push her bottom out. Adrienne was still holding up the hem of the sweater. She saw the faint print of her hand beginning to form on Maria’s cheeks. Concentrating on the left buttock, she raised her hand again, then brought it down.
It landed with a slap right on the meat. The petite brunette gasped and threw back her head but did not move her bottom. Adrienne spanked her right cheek, then her left again, then back to the right. Maria’s hands grasped the edge of the counter.
‘Oh! I didn’t know you were into – into this!’ she grunted as Adrienne slapped away. She stopped suddenly, shocked back to reality by Maria’s words.
‘I’m not!’ she exclaimed. ‘At least, I’ve never done it before.’
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