front of her computer, looking over her profile for the umpteenth
time, her thoughts racing, anticipating the delicious selection of men
who would now be available to her. All the fun she’d want to have,
just a mouse click away! Without any of the hassle of politely
excusing herself from yet another blind date, Tara let herself relax
into the idea that she would be the one in charge. She could call the
shots, now. She let herself imagine just how far that notion of
control would take her. Such a new concept.
Tara was always the shy girl of her social circle. Even now, as she
approached her 30th birthday, Tara still blushed when that hot guy at
the cafe brushed her arm as he reached past her for his latte. It
happened often enough, but she couldn’t seem to muster the courage to
even make eye contact with him. Things will be different, now, she
thought. I’ll be so busy picking and choosing what I want, I won’t
ever have to pine after that guy again! “Just because I’m putting
myself out there does not mean that I’m a slut. Right? I’m just
broadening my options, that’s all.” Her girlfriend, Ashley, handed her
a glass of wine, pulled her by the arm away from the computer, and
they nestled onto the couch, giggling.
“Relax, worry pants! I’ve used this site for 2 years now, and you’ve
seen all the hunks I’ve dated. Now, the IT guy who’s going to help you
optimize your profile will be here in, like, 20 minutes. Until then,
just relax!” Ashley pulled Tara’s feet up under her firm and round
behind. Why did Ashley have to be so beautiful? Of course she gets
dates, she’s fucking hot! Tara resigned herself to her usual wall
flower shrug, letting Ashley’s words soothe her. “Besides, I wouldn’t
expect to get many hits, at first. It takes a few days for your
profile to really get out there, and for guys to start noticing the
fresh meat.”
They spent the following few minutes giggling, recounting stories
about Ashley’s former beaus. “What am I supposed to do if the guy’s
only interested in sex?” Tara blushed as she asked. Ashley laughed
throatily, “Fuck ‘em if you want to. If not, fuck them! There’s too
many options available to you.” Tara decided she’d let herself forget
about the dating site for a moment, and just feel proud of herself for
even considering participating. She leaned over and hugged Ashley,
relishing the feeling of Ashley’s full breasts against her own. Lost
in the deliciously sexy perfume Ashley wore, Tara felt a longing, deep
within her, start to stir. Excitement, a little thrill that tingled
all the way down to her clitoris.
“No one will think any less of me, dating a bunch of different guys,
will they?” Tara nestled deeper into Ashley’s cleavage. “Of course
not, sweetie. Who dares question a newly liberated woman?” Ashley
began stroking Tara’s hair, rubbing her back in long strokes. Tara
could feel herself melting into Ashley’s warm embrace. She lifted her
head, looking deeply into Ashley’s green eyes, as Ashley cupped her
hands over Tara’s cheeks. Ashley held that steady gaze and gently
pulled Tara toward her, then kissed Tara. A soft, lingering kiss. It
warmed Tara down to her toes, though she shivered with the thrill of
it. I’m kissing Ashley, the hottest woman I know!
Lost in the sweet seduction of her kiss, Tara let her hands draw up
and down Ashley’s arms. But what she really longed to do was feel the
weight of Ashley’s DD breasts cupped in her hands. Tara brushed the
side of one of Ashley’s breasts with her thumb, making it seem like an
innocent occurrence. Ashley purred as Tara’s thumbs pressed a little
harder, making wider strokes until she’d found Ashley’s hard nipples.
Encouraged, Tara circled Ashley’s areolae, varying the pressure, until
she couldn’t help but pinch her nipples. Ashley let out a soft moan,
inserting her velvety tongue into Tara’s hungry, wet mouth.
Emboldened, Tara firmly grabbed each of Ashley’s breasts, marveling at
the weight and firmness.
While palpating her breasts, Tara broke the kiss and let her own lips
wander down to Ashley’s neck. Arched, as she was, against the couch,
Tara could feel the warm blood, feel ever quickened breath pulsing
through Ashley’s throat. Tara left a trail of kisses and little licks
down to Ashley’s cleavage. She had to taste those rosy buds! She
reached her hands beneath Ashley’s sweater, drew her long fingernails
up and down Ashley’s back, daringly unclasped her bra. She grabbed the
whole bunch of fabric, pulling it over Ashley’s head, and tossed it
aside. Before Ashley could object, if she was going to, Tara took her
left nipple into her mouth, drawing it deeper and deeper with a gentle
suckling, flicking her tongue up and down against the tight, pink
nipple.
Ashley took a sharp intake of breath, and Tara paused. Ashley moaned
“Oh, Tara! Don’t stop!” Tara resumed her kisses, ringing Ashley’s
breasts, teasing each of her nipples with slight, soft bites. Tara’s
mouth watered anew, her body felt as if it were engulfed in the warm,
sexy allure of Ashley’s perfume. Tara let her kisses trail down the
midline of Ashley’s long, lean torso. She felt Ashley’s pelvis rise
up, as she began to rock her hips. She spread her legs, arched her
body to better meet each of Tara’s kisses. Tara drew her tongue around
Ashley’s belly button, then thrust her tongue into the shallow
depression, which only increased her hunger. Reaching up, Tara began
to rub her palm against Ashley’s wet crotch. She stroked at Ashley’s
erect little clitoris, and up and down her labia. Ashley’s pants were
soaked through. Tara could feel her own wetness spreading, like a
wicked flame, down her thighs.
Tara’s own nipples pressed almost painfully against the lace cups of
her bra. They pulsed and throbbed in time with her own wet desire. She
paused from kissing Ashley’s torso just long enough to pull off her
own sweater, in one deft motion. Though her nipples sprang erect anew
with the sudden cool of exposure, Tara couldn’t abstain herself of
Ashley’s warm, satin-like skin long enough to unclasp her bra. Tara
resumed her downward throng, licking Ashley just above and on the soft
insides of her hipbones as she pulled Ashley’s leggings down to just
above her pubis.
Breathlessly, Ashley asked, “Tara, have you ever been with a woman
before?” Tara wondered the same of Ashley, considering how responsive
she was to Tara’s touch. She probably has been, knowing her. A brief
spasm of jealousy coursed through Tara; yet just as quickly
dissipated, looking at her gorgeous girlfriend sprawled, half-naked on
the couch, almost helpless in the throes of desire. She’s never told
me about any other women… maybe she’s secretly been waiting for me?
The thought emboldened Tara. Just the idea of deflowering her best
friend took her lust to the next level. She would have Ashley. She
would give it all to her- every pleasure, every ounce of satisfaction.
Every fiber of her being was yearning to touch, to taste Ashley. Her
pussy was throbbing. “No,” Tara bristled. “You know you’re my first.
Now, do you want to talk, or do you want to help me get these pants
off of you?”
Ashley couldn’t move fast enough, wriggling out of her leggings,
dragging her lacy panties off in tandem. Tara pitched in to help,
tugging downward until the pants caught up at Ashley’s ankles. Tara
wasn’t willing to wait the few extra seconds, after gazing upon the
blonde bush hiding Ashley’s mons, and pressed Ashley’s legs as wide
open as her bound ankles would allow. Gliding her palms up Ashley’s
thighs, Tara began kissing the tender flesh just above her pubic bone.
The hair covering Ashley’s pussy was damp, warm, and it tickled Tara’s
chin and cheeks as she descended into the task.
Tara had been eaten out before, but the experience had always seemed
almost sterile. Tongue the clit, back and forth between the labia,
flick the clit some more, lick the slit, insert tongue, flick the
clit. It always seemed so formulaic, clinical, no matter how many guys
said they loved to do it. Ashley has probably had the same experience.
But I know how I want it, and that’s how she’s going to get it. Tara’s
pussy watered anew, smelling the musky aroma of her captive lover. She
kissed the outer lips, down the left and up the right side. She teased
the clit with her closed lips, gently rubbing back and forth, until
Ashley’s hips began that rhythmic thrusting. “Oh, Tara! Ooh, you
tease!”
Tara parted her lips, extruding only the velvety tip of her tongue,
then wrapped the entire hood in a long, sweet, slow french kiss.
DING DONG
“Who the fuck is that?” Ashley giggled, like a schoolgirl caught in
the act. “Just ignore it. Maybe they’ll go away,” Tara hoped. She
commenced another kiss on the clit. Then she pushed the breadth of her
tongue against Ashley’s inner lips and began rotating the skin,
pulsing the center of her tongue into the slit between them, just
under the clitoris. Ashley moaned, an undertone of a plea for Tara to
never stop. Tara’s first efforts were swiftly rewarded with a deluge
of Ashley’s juices. The sweet tang reminded Tara of salted caramel,
which made her begin to drool. Tara never wanted to stop, either.
She’d eat Ashley’s pussy any day, every day, all day long, now that
she knew what love was.
DING DONG
(knock, knock, knock)
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Tara pushed herself up from
Ashley’s lap, and marched toward the door. “Were we expecting anyone?
This is so weird,” Ashley called from the couch. Without checking
through the peephole, Tara flung open the door to face Eric, the
dating site’s New Accounts Facilitator IT guy, wearing nothing but her
pants, a lacy bra, and a very red face.