Dangerous Pleasures

by Fiona Zedde

  “Do you—do you have—anything?” Kendra gasped the question, uncertain.

  “I don’t need a rubber, honey,” she chuckled. “You won’t get knocked up fucking with me.”

  “No, a—you know—a dildo.”

  Straight girls. Always with dick on the brain. Mayson slid luxuriously against her again, groaning silently again at the sensation. Electric tongues of delight. “We’ll get to that later. I want to sample you for myself without the aid of any…ex-ternal devices.”

  Still, that was a good reminder about other things. With their legs tangled together and still pushing her dripping cunt against Kendra’s, Mayson felt around in the bedside drawer for the package of dental dams she knew was in there somewhere.

  Ah. Here we go.

  She eased up from Kendra’s body and watched her, the fog of her drunkenness finally beginning to disappear. Their recent evening of phone sex had fired Mayson’s imagination to the point where she almost believed those scenarios had all actually happened. They were so vivid in her mind, Kendra’s panting, the way her pussy had easily swallowed the impossibly large dick, she could have easily fooled herself into thinking they’d come to this point—her in the bedroom—and beyond. But she wasn’t so far gone that she mistook fantasy for reality. Kendra’s words, though, had given her a very clear idea of what the woman liked or expected in bed. A man with breasts.

  Kendra arched her back against the bed, her legs spread wide. She fingered her nipples, licking her lips. Long hair fanned around her head. An actress starring in a porn fantasy.

  “I’m ready for you, baby,” Kendra purred, sliding fingers down and between wet and swollen lips. “Give it to me.”

  A red-tipped finger slid into her pussy, lazy and arousing. Despite the crudeness of the action, an answering wetness flooded between Mayson’s legs.

  Kendra fucked herself with two fingers now. “I’m ready,” she said again.

  Mayson shook her head and laughed softly. Did Kendra even know what she was ready for? Another dyke to use her dick on her, just like her last boyfriend or husband did?

  “First,” she said, “we’ll do a bit of what I like, although I’m sure you’ll get into it too. And then—” Mayson shrugged. Humor bubbled pleasantly through her. “We’ll just see.”

  She gently took the exploring fingers. “Let me do that for you.” Her voice sat low and deep in her chest. Kendra watched her, hands stilled, as if hypnotized.

  Mayson took the wet fingers into her mouth, licked them, settling the salty pussy flavor against her palate. “You taste like you need a good fuck,” she said.

  Kendra answered with a dazed smile.

  “Are you going to give it to me?”

  Although the damage was already done with the sample from Kendra’s fingers, Mayson brought a dental dam into play, pressing the lavender latex against Kendra’s pussy with a slow, firm pressure that made the woman gasp. Her eyes were still focused on Mayson and not on the thumb stroking her clit through the rubber.

  Mayson didn’t bother to answer her question. “Suck the rest of your pussy juice off your fingers,” she commanded. “Lick your fingers like you did this afternoon, before you got to the restaurant.”

  Kendra grinned, in familiar territory again. Before she did as Mayson demanded, she moved the rubber aside, swirled her finger in the wetness gathered at her entrance, and then put the finger to her mouth. She treated it like an ice cream cone, licking kittenish at the base of her fingers, gradually moving with each lick to the next knuckle, wrapped her tongue around the width of one finger, pulled away, then licked again.

  Mayson flashed to their phone sex again and the image that Kendra had poured into her ear. Her mouth wide around a big dildo. Mayson couldn’t deny it. This was sexy as hell to watch. She pushed into the bed, groaning softly. But as good as the show was, there were other things she wanted to get started on. Like this pretty pussy getting wetter under the rubber with each passing moment. Mayson reached back into the bedside drawer and pulled out rubber gloves, quickly pulling them on.

  Spreading out before the feast on her belly, she dipped her head and licked at the latex-covered clit. Kendra hummed softly, an encouragement. Not as satisfying as getting her mouth wet and deep into the real thing, but she’d take it. Mayson deliberately shook herself from her thoughts, focusing fully on the aroused woman in front of her.

  “Your mouth is so soft,” Kendra gasped in wonder.

  Mayson felt the body under hers shiver. She reached up for the hard nipples, squeezing them in time with the slow strokes of her tongue, flicking her thumb across them until low chanting moans curled from Kendra. Her name.

  Mayson. Mayson. Mayson.

  She wasn’t going to rush this. After all, Kendra had chased her for nearly two months, being alternately patient and underhanded. If this was the surrender, Mayson was going to make it last for them both.

  She followed the graceful winglike pussy lips with her tongue, light butterfly strokes, then a delicate finger at her entrance. Alternating soft and hard strokes, she explored every surface of Kendra’s pussy with her tongue, bringing her to the edge, then pulling back, fucking her deeply with her tongue, then shallowly with her fingers, stroking the puckered asshole with a tease of what could be, until the woman was twisting her hips on the bed with frustrated need. Kendra dug her fingers into Mayson’s neck to make her go faster, but Mayson had her own agenda. Kendra sobbed and clawed at the sheets, called her name.

  “Please!”

  Only when the wet spot under Kendra was nearly a puddle did she relent. The sun burned against her back through the open windows, spreading its golden glow over her skin, into her veins, through every limb, and into her overflowing cunt. She fucked Kendra. Stroking and licking and sucking, thrusting and humming and laughing. Kendra screamed with frustration. The sound, vibrating through Mayson’s body, pushed into her center like a firm tongue.

  Mayson trembled and pushed her pussy into the sheets, into the bed. She felt the molten cum rising, helpless to it as it exploded inside her. She burned with it. Her body moved mindlessly, thrusting against the bed in the hot mercy of her release. She trembled again, ready to share that mercy with Kendra.

  She gripped the woman’s thighs, spreading them to lap at the wet pussy through the latex, to suck on that fat clit until the sounds from Kendra’s mouth changed. Until she was shouting with pleasure, not frustration. Kendra’s pussy clutched at her gloved fingers, again and again, squeezing, gushing thickness over Mayson’s fingers.

  Kendra jerked in the bed as if shot through with a bolt of lightning. Her hips bucked hard. Through it all, Mayson carefully held her teeth back from the delicate flesh.

  Hm. She pushed her pussy into the bed again, rolling her body in the delicious aftershocks. She was ready to go again. With a hungry smile, she peeled away the dental dam and stripped off the rubber gloves.

  Kendra flinched from the glancing touch. “Oh my God!” she panted. “Were you trying to kill me?”

  “Uh-uh.” Mayson shook her head. “We’re just getting started.”

  “I can’t.” She pushed at her weakly, her hand sliding in the sweat on Mayson’s belly.

  “You can and you will.” She teased Kendra with a light kiss on the mouth. “Come on.”

  Half carrying, half pushing the other woman, she guided her up the stairs to the third level of her townhouse. Her studio. The light was brighter up there. On some days it seemed like light was all there was to the uppermost level of her house. Just after she’d moved in, she put in skylights, a sliding series of glass panels that, depending on which button she pushed, let in all the light or shaded most of it with a dark UV filter. Now, light poured down through the unfiltered panels, illuminating blond hardwood and the thick white pallet she used as a yoga mat or a bed, depending on her mood.

  Other than the pallet and the crowded built-in bookshelves on two walls, the room was empty. She guided Kendra down to the pallet. The woman spread out aga
inst the white cotton on a space big enough for three people, her limp body turned up to absorb the sun. With her damp-skinned nakedness and her hair a wild mess around her head, Kendra looked sexy enough to fuck again. She blinked at Mayson.

  “Where are you going?” Kendra asked.

  “Relax. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

  True to her word, she was back less than fifteen minutes later with a tray of water and a bowl of yellow watermelon slices.

  “Are you going to feed that to me?” Kendra asked, a slow smile lighting her face.

  “I was actually hoping we’d feed each other,” Mayson said. “You know, reciprocity.”

  She set the tray down near the pallet. While downstairs, she’d taken off the shirt she’d been in too much of a hurry to discard when getting her hands on Kendra. Kneeling at the edge of the pallet, she felt Kendra’s eyes finally begin to take her in, evaluating—Mayson thought—the slender hardness of her entire body. The eyes lingered on breasts that Mayson sometimes thought were too big for practical purposes but something none of her lovers ever complained about. They were high and firm with nerves that triggered all the right responses. That was all that counted.

  Kendra’s gaze continued its journey up until she met Mayson’s eyes.

  “You like what you see?” Mayson asked.

  “I’d be stupid not to.”

  Mayson allowed her smile to show. That didn’t exactly answer her question, but she’d accept it for now.

  Kendra sat up and reached out to touch the tight, smooth braid that ended just below Mayson’s shoulder blades. “You remind me of someone,” she said. “Especially with your hair like this.”

  They sat face to face on the pallet with barely a foot of space separating them. Mayson held herself still as Kendra caressed her hair, tracing the black strands that connected her to the woman or man from the past.

  “I hope it’s a good memory,” Mayson said.

  “It is.” Her lashes flickered but she didn’t break eye contact. There was pain behind that steady brown gaze but Mayson didn’t pursue it.

  If Kendra wanted to tell her something about this person—male or female—whom she reminded her of, she would. She had been fucked as a substitute before. It wasn’t a great feeling but it was a side of the equation that everyone had to be on at one time or another.

  “Does that mean you’ve been with women before?” Mayson asked.

  Kendra shook her head, preoccupied with staring at May-son’s body again. She seemed absolutely fascinated with Mayson’s physicality in a way she had not been before. “No. Never.”

  Mm. “So now that you’ve felt another woman’s mouth on you, where do you want to go from here?”

  “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.” Kendra chuckled ruefully. “Although that might be impossible. The way you touched me was so damn intense. When I came, I thought I was dying.”

  “It wasn’t that bad, was it?”

  “Oh, it was that good! It was so powerful.” Her eyes slid over Mayson’s body again, lingering long enough for the dormant heat to begin rising again. “But I want to try.”

  Mayson grinned. “Good.”

  Maybe she’d known what the straight girl wanted to do all along. Maybe she’d just been hoping. But when Kendra suggested in an oddly shy voice that Mayson lie down, spread her legs, and put her arms above her head, a devilish imp inside her jumped for joy. Kendra also wanted her to close her eyes. Okay.

  She lay back, at ease in her body, eager for what would come next. A sigh of hedonistic delight slowly eased past her lips.

  Anticipation rose gooseflesh over her skin even with the sun’s heat washing over her from above. The first touch of cold made her eyes leap open. She hissed. Kendra leaned over her with a piece of watermelon in her hand, watching the cold juice drip to Mayson’s chest.

  “Relax.” Kendra threw the word back at her, bringing the fruit closer to Mayson’s skin. The cold dribbled over her breasts, puckering her nipples even more. A thin golden slice painted a line of wet on Mayson’s chest, just above the breast, then circled the nipple without touching it.

  “You’re so beautiful,” Kendra breathed.

  She painted the other breast languorously, again avoiding the nipple, then down to Mayson’s belly. The fruit wasn’t as cold now. Kendra lifted the thin slice up and dropped it into her mouth. Her slender throat rippled as she swallowed.

  Mayson kept her eyes open long enough to watch her reach for another slice. The touch of the cold on her nipple was a shock, then a delight. She purred from the sensation of the fruit painting one nipple and Kendra’s mouth engulfing the other. Teeth skimmed her skin but avoided pain.

  Kendra alternated between the cold juice and her hot mouth, sometimes applying both at the same time, stirring Mayson’s legs restlessly against the pallet. The heat of the sun, the wet of Kendra’s mouth, the cold of the watermelon, and hard nipples skimming her body as Kendra moved lower, dipping down her belly, along her sides, lips delivering sweet little kisses that reminded Mayson of her first sleepover when she was fifteen. She could feel the juice dripping from her body to the white pallet but she was beyond caring.

  At Mayson’s hips, Kendra hesitated. She could feel the hovering presence, the juice dripping between her legs. Cold, cold drops on her bared clit, Kendra’s hand on her thigh.

  Her belly clenched with each drop of the juice against her clit. She wanted to shove Kendra’s mouth there. But she restrained herself and stayed very still.

  This is why you don’t fuck straight—

  Mayson hissed at the mouth on her clit. The heated mouth that engulfed her and shoved every thought out of her head but thank you. She opened her legs wider, put a guiding hand on the back of Kendra’s head as the woman sucked her clit.

  “Ah—that’s nice.” She groaned the encouragement while the pleasure spiraled up from her core. “That’s very, very nice. A little more tongue. Yes, work your tongue under the hood of my clit. Yes. Get my clit out and play with it. She’s not shy; you shouldn’t be either.”

  A long, luxurious moan floated from her lips when Kendra followed her directions. The timid explorations became more adventurous. Mayson panted as the tongue moved faster and firmer against her. She was close, so close. She gripped the back of Kendra’s head, shoving her pussy hard against the woman’s mouth. Harder. Kendra’s tongue slowed down. Stopped.

  Mayson groaned in heartfelt annoyance. “I hope you’re not trying to pay me back for earlier.” Then she felt the jaw tremble against her.

  Kendra pulled away and sat up, her mouth and chin smeared with Mayson’s wetness.

  “My jaw is getting tired,” she said. “And I can’t really breathe.” This last was said in a disappointed wail.

  This is what you get when you give your pussy to someone who can’t handle it. Dammit!

  “It’s fine,” Mayson said even though it damn well wasn’t. She wanted to shove Kendra backward on the bed, shove her pussy back on her face, and grind against the straight woman’s mouth until she came. But Kendra wouldn’t enjoy it very much and although a come would feel fantastic right now, afterward she’d feel like shit.

  “Let me take care of this myself, then we can talk.”

  “Can I do anything for you?” Kendra looked so earnest that Mayson nearly laughed.

  “Yes, as a matter of fact, you can.”

  After Mayson told her what she needed, Kendra hopped up like a good little helper. She leaned over to suck and bite Mayson’s nipples, her eyes watching Mayson to make sure she was doing it right. At the nods of encouragement, she continued, sucking, licking as Mayson strummed her own clit and fucked herself with two fingers. Heat flared quickly and the fires soon consumed her. She came with a hoarse shout, panting in Kendra’s hair.

  Kittenish and warm, the woman still licked her breasts. Mayson gently nudged her mouth away.

  Her body shivered, deliciously tingling. “Come talk to me.”

  Kendra
blinked. She drew away. “Don’t bullshit me. Just tell me what I was doing wrong.”

  “You weren’t doing anything wrong. It’s natural for your jaw to get tired.” Mayson rolled to her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows, looking down at Kendra.

  “But yours didn’t.” Kendra’s voice fell into a soft whisper. “You just kept going until smoke was coming out of me.” Her eyes closed and she reached blindly up for Mayson.

  Mayson grinned, unable to prevent a burst of pride. But straight girls are always so easy to impress, her inner voice said, stomping firmly on her ego. “It takes practice. And even when your jaw gets tired or your tongue hurts, use your fingers until your lover comes or until you feel you can get back into things.”

  “But I’m sure a hand doesn’t feel as good.”

  “Most times that’s true. But I’ve gotten some pretty amazing hand jobs in my life.” Mayson teased her with a smile. Her body simmered on “low” now despite her recent orgasm. “Do you want to try it with your hands this time? We can do each other at the same time.” Her smile widened. “Once I think you’ve had enough practice, I’ll let you try your mouth again and we’ll go from there.”

  The light in Kendra’s eyes grew brighter. Her smile emerged to play with Mayson’s. “Can we try it now?”

  Kendra was a fast learner. And Mayson reaped the rewards of her quick study eight times before they both fell into a deep sleep on the pallet. Sex buzzed through Mayson’s veins, sang in her head, twitched her muscles, and made her want to crawl through her sleep to gorge herself on Kendra again, to fuck until her skin rubbed off and all her conscious thoughts disappeared in a haze of satisfied lust. Which was pretty much what happened. Desire tore relentlessly at her, and something about it was so familiar that she nearly cautioned herself against it and sent Kendra home. But the tide was too strong for rational thoughts.

  At one point, she heard the house phone ringing, then her cell phone. She wasn’t interested enough to go searching for either. They rang in tandem before finally dying off into silence.