Loading...“Oh, fuck,” she muttered as her fingers traced her vaginal lips. Rose was as turned on and looking for release. She was sitting in her traditional spot overlooking the college soccer fields, watching the girls’ soccer team practice. Rose had realized back in high school that she was sexually attracted to girls, and she had a definite preference for athletes.
She had discovered this spot a while back. The university wasn’t that far from where she lived, and was suitably overgrown so that no one down on the field without a set of binoculars had a chance in hell of seeing her. And she like to watch those girls play while she played with herself. She leaned back in her lawn chair, cupping one of her breasts while she fingered her pussy with her free hand. She would occasionally run the breast-hand down her rock-hard, sculpted body so to double the effort on her moist sex. She noticed the goalie was taking shots, and Rose redoubled the speed of her fingers.
You see, Rose REALLY liked the goalie. Her name was Charlotte Webb, which had gotten her teased quite a bit in high school because of the its association with the story and with an old Statler Brothers song. The two of them had sort of known each other back then. But Charlotte was the kind of girl that was supposed to leave town for an Ivy League school and a get a frat-boy boyfriend/husband-to-be and a degree in accounting after she graduated. It wasn’t like the university she was going to wasn’t prestigious, which in fact it was; it just didn’t fit the story Rose had created in her head. The two girls had played on the soccer team together for a year, until Rose’s “coming out” with the young English teacher caused problems with her for the other girls. Rose heard that Charlotte had actually stood up for her when no one else would. Rose had wanted to thank her, but she had transferred to another school so she wouldn’t have to deal with the constant string of acidic attacks.
Thinking of Charlotte made Rose even more aroused. She slid her tight, well-worn jeans all the way down to her knees so she could work on of her fingers into her ass while teasing her clit with her thumb. She pinched one of her nipples, then the other, then started rubbing her mound, wishing it were Charlotte. Charlotte was one of those girls who was just intrinsically cute. She wore her medium length blonde hair up in pigtails all the time and her blue eyes sparkled underneath long lashes. She wasn’t cut like Rose was; rather she had just a little of baby fat to fill out her very delectable curves. She definitely had some muscle there (as most soccer players did), but she still had a look of softness to her. She had a nice set of boobs and a lightly rounded but still firm butt.
Rose’s fingers were working frantically towards the goal of achieving orgasm. All the girls but Charlotte had headed for the showers, and she was just doing a few last-minute stretches. The sight of her bending over and hugging her legs was enough to put Rose over the edge. When Rose achieved release, she did it with gusto. Her body tensed up and started shaking. She let out a series of low, gasping noises before her body arched itself in the final stages of her ecstasy. She sat back into her chair, letting the breeze roll over her sweaty body and waiting for her energy to recover a bit. She looked out onto the field, and Charlotte was still there. She had her stuff in hand, and actually seemed to be looking towards the hill where Rose was sitting. Rose didn’t move. It was not likely she could be seen, much less identified from this distance through the terrain but she wasn’t going to take any chances. Finally, Charlotte turned and headed back to join the other girls.
Rose quickly got dressed and headed back through the woods to her house. It wasn’t much of a house, but it was hers. Her father had run off with a county-fair queen a number of years ago, while her mother had waited until Rose had turned eighteen before jumping in a big rig with a nice trucker she had just met and hadn’t been heard from since. Apparently, whatever maternal instincts she might have had diminished when she found out her daughter was gay, and hence unlikely to find a rich husband who would support them both. That was almost two years ago.
The house (using the term “house” loosely) had been handed down to her father by his crazy father and by default to Rose. They had basically stuck a barn over a large basement and had attached a garage with an overhang next to it. The storm cellar was actually a very comfortable apartment, so that was where she actually lived. Her grandfather had converted it into a fully self-sufficient bomb shelter back in the 50’s. It had its own shower, kitchen and phone line. And it was pretty much sound proof. You could get in by going down the concrete stairs at the side of the house or, when it was raining, using a spiral staircase that opened up into a closet in the house. Her grandfather had been paranoid, but Rose thought those stairs were really cool! The upstairs house was both her personal gym, with a punching bag and full weight set, and her office. After her mom took off, she needed to support herself. Her dad had left his tow-truck behind, so Rose had started working for a couple of repair-shops. Some of them were initially reluctant to work with a woman, particularly one as young as Rose, but her automotive knowledge impressed them into giving her a shot. The one thing her otherwise useless father had done was to teach her about cars. She had rebuilt her first engine when she was 13 years old, and she had never looked back. She had been a good student, but the sudden vanishing act of her support system had left her unable to attend regular college, so she took the tow-truck gig. Her goal was to eventually open her own garage, specializing in domestic cars. When she wasn’t on call, she took classes from the community college on how to run a small business, and she picked up tips from some of the guys she worked for. It wasn’t the glamorous life little girls dreamed of, but she got by.
Since the weather was nice that day, she took the quick route to the cellar through the outer doors. She needed to get cleaned up after her little “session” on the hill. She shirked her clothes and headed for the shower. She took a moment to look over her body to see if anything was getting flabby. It wasn’t. She took great pride in her appearance. She had long been a workout fanatic, even back in middle school. She was five foot seven inches of lean muscle. She wasn’t overbuilt like a professional bodybuilder, but she had clearly defined muscles in places where most people didn’t know they had places. After she had gotten kicked off the soccer team, she had started taking boxing lessons at the community center, and took an immediate liking to the sport. She hit the heavy bag at least a half an hour every day, which helped keep her toned. And she liked being able to see the definition, so she had shaved almost all the hair from her body. All except her mohawk. She had naturally red hair that she had grown long until high school. At that point she had shaved both sides of her head, leaving a two-inch streak running straight down the center of her skull. Because the hair that remain was long and because she never used hair spray or anything like it, her hair almost resembled the mane of a horse, which was just fine with Rose. The end of it almost reached her belt-line. Her wardrobe consisted mostly of faded denim or leather pants and she had a bunch of single color, sleeveless cotton shirts. Her breasts were firm enough that she really never war bras, or underwear for that matter. The only clothes she actually took pride in were her biker boots and a long leather duster that ended right above her ankles, which she had inherited from her grandfather. But she only took that out for special occasions, like when she was looking for some action.
Action had not come to her often. It wasn’t that she was unattractive. Even with the haircut and her style of dress, most people thought she was quite a looker. But she had developed a somewhat distrustful attitude towards the world, which is why her isolated life didn’t seem that bad to her. She would occasionally bed some well-built but dumb-as-a-post trailer park wife who was looking to spice up her meaningless existence by having a bisexual fling with a bad girl like Rose, but they never meant much to her. She was content to have her periodic affairs and her afternoons on the hill overlooking the soccer fields. And she had a lot of toys she used when she was at home.
She was on call in the evenings that week. School was letting out, so students who had abused their cars all semester were trying to get out of town and their overloaded vehicles were always breaking down. She made pretty good money that week. Enough to pay the bills, put food on the table, and put a little away in her savings account. Someday, she was going to open that garage.
On the last day of her workweek, she was headed home when she got a call. While normally she would ignore it, it was raining hard and the thought of someone being stranded out there in the rain bothered her just a bit. The caller had reported a street name that wasn’t far at all from her house, which is why they had called her. It didn’t take her long to find the vehicle. It was one of those cute little new Volkswagen Beetle convertibles. Call her a purist, but Rose liked the older ones better. She backed up to the front of the car and grabbed her cheap umbrella and made her way out into the storm. She knocked on the driver’s window. When the window rolled down, Rose found herself looking at cute blonde girl with very distinct pigtails.
“Rose? Rose McGuire?”
“Ch . . . Charlotte?”
“Holy shit! It’s been forever!” The blonde girl lunged through window and gave Rose a breathtaking hug.
“Hi . . .breath . . .crushing umbrella . . . getting wet.”
“Oh, sorry!” Charlotte withdrew into her car. Rose felt her heart beating awfully fast. “You’re the tow? That is so cool!”
Weird. Charlotte didn’t actually sound sarcastic or condescending when she said that. But she had always been a bit bubbly.
“Yeah. So what happened?”
“When?”
Rose chuckled. “With your car.”
“Oh, that. I don’t know. The lights started dimming, including the headlights, so I pulled over. The car stalled, and I couldn’t start it again.”
“Well, could be battery problems, but I can’t really look at it out here. I could tow you back to the house where I’ve got a garage. It’s just down the road, so I wouldn’t even have to charge you.”
“That would be so cool! Do I just sit here?”
“Nah. You’re supposed to sit up with the driver.”
“Cool!” she said again. “We can catch up.” She grabbed her purse and rolled up her window. Rose felt a pang of regret at that. Charlotte was wearing a low cut shirt underneath her fashionable jacket, and Rose had enjoyed the view. When the door opened, she held the umbrella over it so Charlotte could mostly avoid getting wet. Once her passenger was inside the truck, Rose got very drenched hooking the little car up before climbing in herself.
“I REALLY hate the rain.”
“I’m sorry for all the trouble.”
“No trouble. Just my job.”
Once back at her little garage, she lowered the Beetle and had Charlotte pop the hood. Both of the battery cables were loose, and one wasn’t even touching the battery. There was some other loose wiring, but it only took her a few minutes to get everything straightened up.
“There you go. Whoever installed your battery or mucked with it last probably just didn’t tighten everything up enough. You should be good to go.”
“Excellent! How much do I owe you?”
“Don’t worry about it. You were literally on my way home, and it took me all of two minutes to fix everything.”
“Thank you. You are SO wonderful!” She paused. “Man, it is really beginning to pour out there!”
She was right. The rain had turned it up a notch. Rose half expected an ark laden with two of every animal to come drifting into view.
“Listen, if you want to hang out for a bit until this calms down, you’re welcome to. We could just chill . . .”
“Great. I’d love to! Just let me call my folks and let ‘em know I’m running late. Yes, I still live with my parents. But I got to move into the pool house, so at least I have SOME privacy.” She pulled out her cell phone and wandered towards the house. Rose enjoyed watching her butt move. She was wearing a fairly short skirt that didn’t even make it halfway to her knees. “O.k. Thanks again for the offer. My mom said that a lot of the roads are flooded anyway, so she’d rather I wait it out.”
“Cool,” said Rose, trying to sound nonchalant. Privately, she was thinking how weird it was. Just a week ago, she had masturbated while thinking of this girl, now here she was. She led Charlotte into the house. Charlotte looked perplexed by the lack of furnishings. Rose tried to put her at ease. “This is my gym. And sometimes my office. I live downstairs.”
“Downstairs?”
“Check this out. I think it’s cool.” Rose opened the door to what Charlotte thought was a closet and revealed a winding staircase. They descended into the basement, which was a little less sparse. Rose had a huge, king-sized bed that wasn’t made. The comforter was black, while the sheets were red satin. She had a plush red sofa, a large comfortable looking rug (with a picture of the signs of the zodiac on it) covering the concrete floor, and various other accoutrements one might expect.
“I love your house!” Charlotte practically shouted. “Or should I say your lair!” She grinned. Rose smiled back. Smiling felt strange to Rose. She didn’t remember doing that much of it for a while.
The two girls talked for hours. Charlotte talked about her university experiences thusfar, her courses, her soccer stories, and her dreams of becoming a doctor. Rose talked about the history of the house, her business ambitions, her workout routines, and some unusual things she had found under the hoods of cars she had towed. There seemed to be no end to the amount of laughter the blonde girl could produce. And the fact that she leaned forward and put her sizeable tits on display whenever she was listening intently didn’t hurt matters either.
Unfortunately, the rain died down noticeably. Charlotte looked up the stairs. “Well . . . I guess I’d better get going while I’ve got a break in the weather.” She sounded a little disappointed.
“Yeah. Listen, it was great talking with you again.” And she meant it. Her isolation was mostly self-imposed, but she found it was nice to have at least one person to talk to.
“Hey, mind if I drop by again? I’m not doing summer school, so I’ve got some time to kill. If you’re not too busy.”
“No, that’d be great. I work evenings next week, but I start a month of morning shifts the week after. Besides that, I’ll be around.” Rose escorted Charlotte up to her car, and waved pensively as she drove away. Rose wondered if she would actually see the other girl again. She went inside and pleasured herself, all the while thinking of a blonde-haired girl with pigtails.
She didn’t have to worry. Charlotte dropped by several times a week for several weeks. Rose still enjoyed her quiet moments alone, but her friend’s visits gave her life a little sense of balance. And with the weather warming up, Charlotte’s clothing was getting smaller. The girl seemed to enjoy short shorts and skirts, as well as tight, low-cut shirts and blouses. Sometimes they would go out for dinner, sometime they would eat in. Rose showed Charlotte how to hit the punching bag without breaking her wrist and Charlotte brought tapes of some of her team’s away games. And after every visit, Rose would go back to her room, break out one of her many sex toys, and masturbate to images of Charlotte.
One evening, Charlotte was over and had been there for a while. It had started raining again, giving the two unlikely friends more time to talk. Rose was sitting on the sofa drinking hot chocolate when Charlotte sat down fairly close to her and propped her legs up on Rose’s knees. Rose finally worked up the nerve to say something she’d meant to say years ago.
“Hey. Got a question for you. Remember when I got kicked off the team back in high school?”
“Yeah.” Rose noted some disdain in her voice.
“Well, I heard you actually stood up for me.”
“Fat lot of good it did. What a bunch of narrow-minded . . .”
“It was nice that you tried, though.”
Charlotte stood up. “I didn’t do what I should have done.” She put her cup on the counter and wandered into the bathroom.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s easy to stand up for what’s right after the fact if you’re not really risking anything. They gave you the boot because you’re gay, right?”
“Yeah. And for having sex with a teacher, but . . .” It was strange hearing it said out loud.
“Well, I should have told them if they kicked you off for being a lesbian, they needed to kick me off too.”
Rose froze. Her cup was at her lips, and she found herself staring blankly forward. “Come again?”
“Well actually, I haven’t cum the first time, but we’ll see how this goes.” Charlotte came out of the bathroom clad only in a shirt, which was unbuttoned all the way. Rose could see the inside of her cleavage bouncing between the gap in the cloth, as well as her neatly trimmed pubic region. “You see,” she continued, “after hearing about you and the teacher and after you got kicked off the squad, I stuck up for you because I was hoping they might accept me too. If I came out of the closet, I mean.”
“You’re serious? You? Gay?”
“I guessed you hadn’t figured that out yet. That’s why I decided to make the first move. I figured you had to be at partially interested, the way you’re staring at my tits all the time. I just want you to know before you say anything that I’ll be crushed but understanding if you turn me down . . .”
Initially, Rose wasn’t sure if this was all a joke or a dream or what, but she was face to pelvis with a girl she had fantasized about, and she had made up her mind already. When Charlotte got close enough, Rose leaned forward, reached under the other girl’s shirt and grabbed both of her wonderful, round butt cheeks. Charlotte’s skin lit up with goose bumps almost instantly.
“So, you’re not saying no then?”
Rose looked up and saw genuine worry disappearing from Charlotte’s face. “I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you.” She pulled the girl forward so that Charlotte was standing on the sofa, her moist sex just inches from Rose’s face. Rose lifted her head a bit and began to lick.
She wasn’t sure how many partners Charlotte had been with, because the blonde girl was reacting to the most basic of Rose’s oral skills. She started by just flicking the different parts of Charlotte’s nether region at random spots, seeing what was the most sensitive. She darted in the direction of her asshole a few times, which made Charlotte freeze-up noticeably. Not everyone was into that sort of thing, which Rose respected. Besides, she had plenty of other delicious spots to work with. She buried her face in Charlotte’s crotch, pushing her tongue as deep in as it could go. For her part, the other girl was beginning to grind her pussy as hard as possible against Rose’s face. Rose brought her fingers into play, sticking two of them into Charlotte’s pussy while rubbing her clit with the thumb. Charlotte was also becoming painfully aware of the tightness of her jeans and the quickly growing dampness of her crotch. She struggled with the buttons with her free hand, determined not to divert any more attention than necessary from the task at her lips. Finally she was able to fit her hand and start fingering herself, relieving some of the pressure.
“Huh . . . huh . . . oh shit . . . oh that feels good!” Charlotte was already panting, and had to put her hands on the wall to brace herself. One hand would sometimes drift down and rest on Rose’s head, stroking her stripe of hair and pushing her face further into Charlotte’s crotch.
Rose didn’t need any more encouragement. She had worked three fingers into Charlotte’s pussy, and had wrapped her lips around the girl’s entire clit area. With three fingers inside her, her upper mound engulfed in Rose’s mouth and Rose’s tongue dancing across her clit, Charlotte was already close. After only ten minutes of Rose’s attention, Charlotte began to cum. She took a breath but was unable to exhale. Her legs were shaking, and then her torso got into the act. Rose’s face was quickly covered in her friend’s sticky stuff. It seemed to take all of the girl’s physical and mental strength just to remain standing as her body came down from her sexual earthquake.
Finally, Charlotte uttered “O.k. That was good. We can keep that!”
As Charlotte started to back up, Rose stood up and wrapped her arms around the girl’s midsection. Charlotte quickly wrapped her legs around Rose’s waist. Rose was strong enough to hold her up, but not for long. She quickly moved towards the bed, engaged in a passionate kiss with Charlotte the whole time. She deposited the girl on the bed, and took a moment to look down at the gorgeous creature lying on her sheets.
“Take off your clothes,” whispered Charlotte. “Slowly. Please?”
Rose started with her skintight jeans, which were already unbuttoned. She turned around and inched them past her ass and down her legs.
“You’re ass is amazing! It is so tight!” Charlotte reached out and grabbed Rose’s butt, apparently marveling at its tautness. Rose enjoyed the groping as she pulled her sweat-soaked shirt over her head. “You are so beautiful,” Charlotte whispered. “So tight. So hot. So fuckin’ sexy!” Rose felt the girl’s tongue on her back and her hands pulling Rose down to the bed. The two of them lay side by side, exploring each others body: Charlotte’s being soft and voluptuous, while Rose’s was lean and hard. Charlotte would fondle Rose’s ass while Rose sucked on Charlotte’s tits and made her moan.
“I just want you to know,” said the blonde girl after a few minutes, “I’m not sure how good I am at this. I’ve only been with a couple of girls, and neither of them were what you would call experts. Or even sober.”
Rose inverted her body so they were both face-to-crotch. “Just follow my lead.” She started eating Charlotte out much as she had done on the couch; with a few flicks of the tongue to key areas. Charlotte did as well as she could. She was a little clumsy in her efforts at first, but Rose made sure to moan whenever she hit a good spot, providing good feedback. Then she started licking Charlotte’s pussy like an ice cream cone, all the way up one side of the slit, then the other. She flicked the clit, took the pussy lips in her mouth, and then traced the mound with the tip of her tongue. Charlotte was beginning to keep up quite well, and had even initiated the use of fingers in their little sixty-nine session. Rose felt what she thought were three fingers working their way into her box.
“Oh, so you wanna play rough, hunh?” With that, Rose tripled her efforts.
“Babe, it is ON now!” was Charlotte’s response, and showed herself to be a quick learner.
Both girls were licking, sucking, and fingering with almost reckless abandon. Rose rolled them both so that she was on top for a moment before Charlotte countered. The two were rolling around the bed, each trying to be the one on top while still eating the other girl out. After several minutes of this, both girls were incredibly sweaty, and both of their crotches were glistening with juice. Charlotte was attempting to get back on top when she accidentally rolled them both off the bed and onto the floor.
“Oh shit,” she gasped. “Are you o.k.”
Rose took a mental inventory. “I think so. I’m seeing stars, but that might be due to the lack of blood going to my brain right now.” With that, she took Charlotte by surprise and managed to get on top again.
“Ooooh, you little . . .” And they were off again. Luckily the rug was comfortable, and the two girls covered pretty much the entire floor. After a few more minutes of heated pussy licking, they found themselves near the bed again.
Rose actually was the first to break the deadlock, and she started trying to crawl back onto the bed. She felt Charlotte’s hand grasp her ankle.
“Just where do you think you’re goin’?” Charlotte began kissing the back of Rose’s calves, then the tender area just behind the knee. Her tongue followed a path up the girl’s well-muscled thighs until it reached her ass crack. Rose groaned as she felt her friend’s tongue licking her pussy from behind and occasionally rim her tender asshole. As much as Rose wanted to “win” their little contest, she was exhausted, and the sensation was all too pleasurable for her to even try and fight back.
“I’ve never tried it, but do you enjoy this?” Charlotte asked, breaking her lip-lock on Rose’s pussy long enough to moisten her thumb in her own mouth and then stick it in Rose’s ass. Rose gasped audibly, reaching back to spread her ass cheeks. “I’ll take that as a yes!” Now Charlotte had Rose on the ropes. She kept her thumb in the redhead’s ass while sticking her middle two fingers in the girl’s cunt. Since the amount of space available for fingering was limited, Charlotte used her other hand to play with herself. She fondled her breast, gently squeezed her nipples, then diddled her own pussy.
Rose managed to start crawling forward again, forcing Charlotte to follow her back onto the bed. With both of them back where they started, Rose managed to line their bodies back up face to crotch again. But instead of using their tongues, they both seemed content to use their fingers. This left them to stare into each other’s eyes. Both girls had looks of smoldering intensity. They were both covered in sweat. Charlotte’s hair was plastered to her head. They were also both fingering each other like mad. Charlotte, possibly due to having come already, was able to get Rose off first. Rose’s orgasm was more powerful than anything she had experienced before. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her body. Her cum flowed down her legs and onto the bed sheets. It seemed like forever before she came down. It also seemed like she came down too soon.
“I win,” said Charlotte weakly. The girl looked exhausted, but extraordinarily happy.
Rose wasn’t willing to completely concede defeat, if you could even call have a mind-numbing orgasm at the hands and mouth of a beautiful woman “defeat.” She had an idea. “On your knees dear. This isn’t over.”
Charlotte did as she was told. Rose reached down, sticking two fingers into Charlotte’s box and cupped her mound. She then pushed her own body against the other girl while reaching around and grabbing a solid handful of ass. As she started fingering her friend in earnest again, she whispered into Charlotte’s ear, “Fuck my hand! Grind your hips against it and fuck my hand!” Charlotte did just that. Rose was fingering as hard and fast as she can with her pinned arm, and Charlotte was humping against it with great determination and zeal. Rose kept whispering “Fuck it. Fuck it. That’s it. Fuck my hand like a good girl!” She stopped whispering long enough to nibble on Charlotte’s earlobe, then started sucking on her neck.
It didn’t take much of this to finish Charlotte off. She came for the second time that evening with as much intensity as the first. She had to put her hands on her own calves to keep from fall over backwards. The two girls were looking lustily into each other’s eyes until Charlotte could no longer keep her own eyes open. Here body was quivering, making her chest quiver and bounce more than usual. And finally, it was done.
The two girls collapsed onto the bed. Rose had one arm draped over her lover’s body, and their head rested right next to each other on the pillow.
“Was I alright?” asked Charlotte finally, with a hint of trepidation.
“You were better than alright. I’ve never felt this good in my life. And it was all because of you.”
Charlotte practically beamed at those words. The two girls continued to kiss and nuzzle and make small talk until neither could stay awake another second.
Rose awoke after a few hours. She was actually amazed at that, since she had never been as physically drained as she had been after having sex with Charlotte. That fact hit her like a freight train. She was in bed with a beautiful, athletic woman she had fantasized about since high school. A woman who had broken through her self-imposed isolation like an 18-wheeler. She didn’t want this relationship, if that’s what it was, to come to an end, but she wasn’t sure if she was ready to rejoin the world. Or if she really wanted to. Rose quietly inched her way out of bed, gently lowering Charlotte’s arm to the sheets. She made her way, completely nude, upstairs into her gym. Since the apartment below was mostly soundproof, she was determined to get a quick workout done. It was something that always helped her clear her head. She did a fast warm up, then hit the weights. She was doing a toning set on the bench press when she heard the stairway door open.
“Couldn’t sleep?” asked Charlotte quietly.
“No. Strange. I was dead tired a few hours ago. You wore me out girl.”
“I hope this didn’t weird you out.”
“No. Listen, I was really happy it happened. But sometimes I get freaked out when good things happen to me. I’m not used to it, I guess.”
“Well, if you like, I can try and arrange for good thinks to happen to you. A lot. Maybe even a couple of times a day!”
Rose looked up and saw Charlotte smiling shyly. What did this woman possibly have to be shy about? “I’d like that. I think I’d really like that.”
Charlotte was kneeling next to Rose and she was finishing a set. “Do me a favor?”
“What?”
“Do a few more. Please? I love watching your muscles . . .” she paused to lightly kiss Rose’s abdomen and gently tongue her naval, “. . . move underneath your skin,” she finished.
Rose was willing to anything that would keep Charlotte doing what she was doing. She didn’t have much weight on, so she started another set.
“God, you’re sexy.” Rose felt Charlotte gently parting her legs, and then felt the girl’s tongue tracing her pussy lips.
“Oh shit.” She tried to pace herself well, because she didn’t want to drop even this small amount of weight across her neck. Charlotte’s tongue and lips and increased in ability exponentially over the course of the night. Or maybe it just seemed that way since Rose didn’t have enough blood flowing to her brain right now. Nah. She was willing to give the benefit of the doubt to her protégé.
It only took a minute until she was covered in sweat. The strain of the weights, a tongue on her clit, three fingers in her pussy and one digit invading her rectum were almost more than she could stand. The cool night air on her skin contrasted with the hot breath on her crotch.
Charlotte withdrew her fingers and replaced them with her tongue again. She would alternately suck Rose’s pussy lips into her mouth, then lick the slit from bottom to top. She had a single finger acting like a piston in Rose’s puckered sphincter. It was all too much. Normally, it took a lot longer to get Rose off, but this was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She locked her arms with the weight above her head. If she brought it down again, she didn’t think she be able to lift it again. Meanwhile, she felt her pussy walls clamping down on Charlotte’s tongue, and her asshole gripped the girl’s finger. Her body arched off the bench as every other muscle in body clenched itself. She quickly moved the weight back to the rest position before she dropped it across her neck.
“Ah . . . ah . . .aaaahhh.” And it was over. Her body sunk to the bench. Her skin was coated with sweat, and her crotch was coated with her own cum. Charlotte moved down, still on her knees, and rested her head on Rose’s chest.
“You’re heart is beating so loud. Did little old me do that?”
“You don’t fool me for a minute. You know perfectly well what you did.”
“Yeah,” she said coyly, “but I wanted to hear I from you.” She kissed Rose. Their tongues touched, then started exploring each other’s mouths. Charlotte broke the kiss somewhat reluctantly. “Now come back to bed.”
For one of the few times in her life, Rose was too tired to even argue. The two girls went back downstairs and fell back to sleep.
Rose had to start work early the next day, so she and Charlotte kissed goodbye. Neither was sure what to say, so Charlotte asked if it would be okay if she dropped by the next day. Rose hugged her, gave her ass a quick squeeze, kissed her, and said that would be just fine.
That whole day was kind of a blur, and she spent a lot of time sitting in her truck. Most of the college kids were away on vacation, so business would slow down a little, but nothing to worry about. One of the mechanics at one of the garages actually asked her if she was o.k., because she actually looked happy. She had taken a playful punch at his arm that landed harder than she expected, but those guys were tough. He laughed and she laughed back. Most of the guys she worked with hadn’t seen her laugh much before.
The next day, she actually found herself worrying. What if Charlotte had changed her mind? She tried to shake off the unease by reminding herself it wouldn’t be the first time she was alone. But she couldn’t dismiss one fact; it would be the first time she could remember not wanting to be alone. So her heart skipped a beat and she sighed with relief when she saw that little blue Beetle sitting in the drive after her last run.
Charlotte was sitting on the storm doors when Rose drove up. Her hair was back up in pigtails, and she was beaming a brilliant smile. She had on some of the tightest, flimsiest jogging shorts (pink, of course) that Rose had ever seen, and tight, blue-pastel t-shirt that was tied off above the midriff. She was so fucking cute! She stood up and literally bounced down to meet Rose at the truck. Rose was wearing grease-covered overalls and a work shirt. She suddenly felt a little disappointed in her appearance. Charlotte seemed not to care as she gave Rose a big hug and kissed her square on the lips.
“Missed you!”
Rose smiled. Charlotte wasn’t just a girl: she was a cheerful phenomenon. “Hey, hands off! At least let me get cleaned up and change clothes.”
Charlotte began to pout somewhat extravagantly. “Oh, all right. But put on ‘yer finest outfit ma’am. We be going to be goin’ to McDonalds!” she finished in an outrageous Texas drawl.
“McDonalds?”
“Yeah. Your fridge is empty. I checked.”
The two girls laughed. Charlotte looked on appreciatively as Rose got undressed. Rose made sure to take her time. When she got done showering, she found Charlotte had rooted through her closet and laid out some clothes for her. Black leather pants and a red leather vest.
“Do you even own underwear? I looked everywhere and couldn’t find any.”
“I think so. I couldn’t tell you where it was if my life depended on it. Could be in a box somewhere.”
“We’ll have to do something about that. No, I’m not going to force you into a complete makeover. But you have some fine assets, with an emphasis on ‘ass.’ You should show them off sometimes.”
Rose was sliding into her pants. “Show them off to who?”
“Me,” returned Charlotte, who helped Rose lace up her vest. “There we go. Shall we?”
The two girls went off to dinner. Rose was a little taken aback by it all. Charlotte would occasionally grab and hold her hand. She would whisper conspiratorially in Rose’s ear or kiss her on the cheek or lips for no apparent reason. On the drive home, Rose brought this up.
“Hey, uhm, I’m not sure how to ask this but what was up tonight?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, it almost seems like you were trying really hard to make everyone knew we were together.” She moved to head off any misinterpretation. “Not that I mind people knowing we were . . . well, together, but you just seemed to making it super-blatant.”
Charlotte sighed. “Remember how I said I wish I had done more when you got kicked off the team in high school?”
“Yeah, but I’m cool with that. You weren’t ready.”
“Maybe. But I kind of want to convince myself I’m not going to hide this time. I’ve been with a couple of girls before, but I’ve never really ‘outed.’ I guess this is just my way of doing it.”
“Cool.” Rose reached out and took one of Charlotte’s hands in her own. She brought it to her lips and kissed the back of her hand. Charlotte was practically glowing.
When they got back to Rose’s place, she got an idea. “Wait here for a second.” Charlotte looked quizzical while Rose went inside. She grabbed a bag of toys and a spare blanket. “Follow me.”
Even though it was beginning to get dark, Rose was able to navigate to her favorite little spot on the hill. And since the moon was going to be full that night, they wouldn’t have any problem finding their way back.
“Holy shit! You can see the soccer fields from . . . Hey! Do you come up here often?”
You have no idea, Rose thought to herself. “Yeah. I enjoy it here. Actually, that has something to do with what I wanted to tell you. I actually come here to watch you.”
Charlotte looked flabbergasted. “Really?!? Why didn’t you ever come down and say hi?”
“I didn’t think you would even remember me.”
“Remember you? Hell, I wanted you to be my first . . . you know. But you took off right after the incident, so I never got the chance to ask. You know, about a month ago I could have sworn that I saw something red moving around up here. The first thing I thought of was you. That’s why . . .” Charlotte trailed off. Even in the dimming light, Rose could tell she was blushing.
“‘That’s why’ what?”
“That’s why I took the time to look you up. And find out where you lived and where you worked. And . . .” Charlotte was blushing furiously. “And why I loosened my battery cables in a place where you were most likely going to be the person who got called.”
Rose was speechless. She thought she had brought Charlotte out here to spring a surprise on her, and once again the tables were turned.
“You set me up? I . . . You . . .” Rose knew she wasn’t making any sense.
“Don’t be mad! I just didn’t know how else to approach you and . . .” Charlotte was cut off when Rose fell down, laughing her proverbial ass off. Charlotte just stared at the other girl incredulously. Then she started to giggle, then chortle, and then she was laughing just as hard as Rose. Soon they were both on the ground rolling around in the grass.
“Oh, man!” said Rose at last. “What a pair we make!”
“We don’t do very many things conventionally, do we?”
“No. No we don’t.” She looked over at Charlotte. “You know, I didn’t come out here all the time to just watch you. I, well, entertained myself as well.”
Charlotte rolled over on her stomach, resting her head on her folded arms and looked at Rose. “Really? So what are you going to do now that I’m here in the flesh instead of just in your mind?”
“I’ll think of something.” She unrolled the blanket and set her bag next to it. Charlotte lay down on the blanket much as she had been on the grass. “Close your eyes,” said Rose.
Charlotte did just that. Meanwhile, Rose got undressed. The moon was out now, and the sun had just disappeared below the horizon. She reached into her bag of goodies and pulled out two thin gloves, each of which had a small battery pack that tied to her wrists. She straddled Charlotte’s back, and with some help pulled the girl’s t-shirt over her head. Then Rose turned the gloves on. There were small pads in the fingertips that started to vibrate, and the pads in the palms produced a small amount of heat. The batteries only last for about an hour with these things, but that was usually plenty of time.
Rose started at her friends neck, and the reaction was noticeable.
“Oh! Oh I like that. Where on earth did you get those things?”
“Adult novelty shop.”
“We . . . we really need to go . . . mmmh . . . go shopping there again sometime.”
Rose’s hands massaged Charlotte’s neck then she started working the shoulders. She could feel the knots and tension dissolving beneath them. She started moving her hands in ever widening circles, further down the girl’s back and around the side; massing the sides of her breasts. Then she scooted back so she was straddling the upper part of Charlottes legs, so Rose could work the middle of her back, lower back, and finally that wonderful ass. Rose spent a lot of time massaging those beautiful cheeks, running her fingertips all over that tight pair of pink shorts. She scooted back one more time so she was over Charlotte’s knees, and that’s when the real fun began. She massaged Charlotte’s upper legs, then her hands crept up and under those lovely shorts.
“I don’t know what you’re looking for,” moaned Charlotte, “but I think it is a little lower.”
Rose had Charlotte’s legs pinned together with her knees. She turned one hand sideways and wiggled it between Charlotte’s thighs just below her ass. Her thumb was in just the right position, so she began rubbing it up and down the other girl’s mound. Sometimes she pushed inward just a bit, stimulating the sensitive opening. And Charlotte was completely at her mercy. With all of Rose’s weight on the back of her legs, all she could do was hump upward a little, groaning and gasping for breath.
“Let me roll over,” she asked plaintively. “Please?”
Rose smile and let the other girl roll over. But as soon as she was comfortable, Rose straddled her midsection again.
“Gotcha!” She reached back with one hand and began fondling Charlotte’s crotch again, but this time she had more access. She pushed in a little deeper than she had been able to before. Charlotte was arching her back as much as she could, and was pushing her breasts together. That gave Rose an idea, and she moved her free hand up to grasp one of those wonderful globes. She teased the girl’s nipples with her vibrating fingertips and caressed the soft skin underneath with the heated palms.
Charlotte had an almost maniacal look in her eyes. She flung her arms out to give her some leverage, and her hand encountered Rose’s bag of goodies. She rooted around in it for a moment, then made a pleasurable, squealing little noise.
“What do we have here?” She pulled out Rose’s double-ended dildo. “What on earth could you use this for?”
Rose grinned and took it from her. “Well, I guess this means we’re going to have to get those shorts off so I can show you.” She got off Charlotte’s midsection, and the blonde girl lifted her butt off the ground so Rose could peel her very damp shorts off. Rose took a moment to take a few licks of Charlotte’s cunt, then put one end of the dildo at the girl’s opening. “How it works is this goes in here,” she said pushing the head inside her friends waiting box, “and it gets pushed about halfway in.” By that point, Charlotte’s eyes were almost completely rolled back in her head. The dildo’s progress was slow, as Charlotte was incredibly tight. “Then while you keep your legs spread, I turn sideways like this, and the other end,” she said as she placed the free end of the dong between her own pussy lips, “goes in here.” She slowly worked the other half of the toy into her body until she and Charlotte were mound-to-mound, and the dildo had completely disappeared from sight.
“Oh fuck me!” groaned Charlotte. She was beginning to move up and down the shaft, pausing at the bottom of every swing to grind her pussy against Rose’s. Rose followed suit. After remembering she still had the gloves on, she ran a hand down the inner part of Charlotte’s thigh until it reached the junction between the two girls. She placed her hand on her friend’s body, and began massaging the mound and clit with her thumb. Now any one of the three things that was going on, including pussy bumping, dildo riding, and the vibrating gloves, would have been enough to make Charlotte cum. The three things together gave her no chance of survival. After only a couple of minutes, the blonde girl was in the throes of orgasm. Rose actually had to stop because Charlotte’s legs clamped down on Rose’s body, and the girl’s vaginal walls clamped down on the plastic invader. Rose looked at the other girl as her muscles started to relax. Her skin was glistening with sweat and girl-juice. The look on her face was pure satisfaction. In a word, she looked . . . well, beautiful. Charlotte lay on the blanket with her arms stretched out at her sides, looking very much content. But as Rose started to disentangle herself from Charlotte’s legs, the other girl showed signs of life.
“Oh no. We don’t stop until we’ve BOTH gotten off!”
“So,” Rose said coyly (and a tad huskily), “what did you have in mind?”
Charlotte leaned forward and whispered into Rose’s ear. “Just get on your hands and knees, and I’ll show you a REAL good time.”
Rose did just that. The two-ended dildo had slid out in the uncoupling process, but she felt it being pushed gently into her slick pussy once again. Then, she felt the other end touching the puckered rosebud of her asshole.
“Oh, you are a naughty thing!” she whispered, waiting anxiously for what she knew was coming.
“Just stay right there and I’ll treat you real good. And since I don’t want you to bite your own lip or anything,” Charlotte continued as she grabbed up her discarded shorts and sticking the crotch of them in Rose’s face, “maybe you should bite down on these.”
Rose took some of the shorts in her mouth. This was kind of cool, she thought. The smell of Charlotte’s sex permeated the material, arousing Rose to all new heights. Then she felt the other end of the dildo being pushed gently put determinedly into her waiting ass. As always, it too a moment for her rectum to adjust to an intruder, so she put her head down on the ground while biting down on Charlotte’s shorts. As her butt-hole released its death grip, Charlotte was able to start moving both ends of the toy. She put her had around the middle of the device, as if it were the handle on a suitcase. She started pulled and pushing the entire dildo at once, in and out of both openings.
Rose was in heaven. She had tried doing both ends before on her own, but it was impossible to get this kind of action going when you were on your own. Charlotte’s hand picked up its pace. It must have looked like a piston moving; in and out, over and over. Rose elbows were on the ground and her hands were clenched around the back of her head. It felt so fucking good! She was getting jack-hammered in both holes by a plastic cock being wielded by her sex-crazed dream girl while she inhaled that very girl’s aroma from her moist, sticky shorts. Dream girl. Was that what Charlotte was? Yes, thought Rose to herself. She definitely was.
It wasn’t long until Rose felt a familiar sensation building up inside. “I’m close. Do me a favor, okay?”
“Anything. And I mean anything!”
“I want to come on your face!”
“That’s like offering water to a woman dying of thirst!” Charlotte lay on her back, and Rose backed her crotch over her girlfriend’s face. While leaving one end of the dildo buried in Rose’s backside, she pulled the other end out so she could have the whole pussy to herself. She practically buried her mouth and tongue in Rose’s box, waiting for her sweet reward. She didn’t have to wait long before Rose exploded, grinding her pussy against Charlotte’s face as the juice flowed from her body. As the last waves of pleasure ran through her, she felt Charlotte’s tongue still licking gently away. She felt her friend kiss her pussy, then she felt a tugging on her hips. Rose slid down until, once again, they were lying side by side and looking into each other’s eyes.
“You look even more beautiful in the moonlight, by the way,” said Charlotte, who was gently tracing the outline of the muscles on Rose’s arm. “I think I could get used to fucking you outdoors.” She nibbled on Rose’s ear a bit before and after uttering the word ‘fucking’, which was a sensation Rose enjoyed very much.
“You’re beautiful always. As far as sex outside,” she continued while gently palming on of Charlotte’s breasts (after discarding the now non-functioning gloves), “I think it would be fun to try snow. Sure it would be cold,” she said while snuggling closer to Charlotte, “but that would mean that we would have to make more heat somehow.”
“Somehow indeed.” Charlotte looked quizzical for a minute. “Listen love,” she said. Love, thought Rose. She liked the sound of that, too. “I’ve got a question for you,” her friend continued, “and I hope it doesn’t freak you out.”
“Well?” said Rose.
“Well, my parents want to meet you. Would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow? I know it’s your day off.”
Rose was amazed at this girl’s ability to amaze her. “You want me to meet your parents? Seriously?”
“Yeah. I kind of told them about you, and about us. I left out some of the naughtier details, of course, but that I hadn’t been out with ‘just a friend.’ I think they suspected I was gay, but . . .”
“Wait a minute! I thought you said . . .”
“I said I’d been with a couple of girls, but they were either drunk or even more shy than I was. Certainly they weren’t even close to being . . .well you.”
“So you outed yourself to your parents? Because of me? They’re going to want to kill me! I know I’m gonna . . .”
Charlotte cut her off. “Actually, they’re not. I think my mom suspected, so it was almost as if she was waiting for it. And I think my dad was happy. He actually said, ‘Well, at least you won’t get knocked up anytime soon.’ It was kind of strange.”
“He actually said that?”
“Yep. So, what do you think?”
Rose lay there quietly for a moment. She hadn’t imagined things moving that fast. She also realized that one thing that she was afraid of was that Charlotte’s parents wouldn’t like her.
Charlotte seemed to sense her trepidation. “Don’t worry. They’re quirky, but my parents are good people. They were both hippies long after the movement was over. And don’t stress about making yourself up. You are who you are, and I want them to like you for that. I certainly do.”
Rose made up her mind. “O.k.” It felt good to say it. She was going to take a chance, sink or swim. Charlotte made it worth it.
“But,” continued Charlotte, “we are DEFINETLY going to have to buy you some underwear. And maybe some lingerie. And possibly . . .” Rose cut her off with a kiss and a smile. They lay there on the blanket for almost an hour, basking in the light of a full moon.
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To Be Continued . . .