The early night air was warm and the skies clear enough to see the crescent moon shining brightly, the stars around acting like a thousand small fireflies as they danced gracefully, adding to the beauty. A tall, lone figure descended the Central Library steps on this particular New Zealand Spring night, late in the season, it was November. The figure paused to look up and admiring the beauty, took a photo with her IPhone 4, then continued walking towards the bus platform a few streets over.
Her long copper-red hair fell in silken waves down the length of her back. She was wearing a short sleeved linen shirt, in a vibrant light blue, over her knee length black pencil skirt. Her black leather book bag hung easily from her shoulder as she walked along. Her heels, in a matching blue, clicked on the sidewalk. She had studied later than she’d first planned. Isabelle looked down to check her watch, her black wire framed glasses slid down the bridge of her nose, absentmindedly she pushed them back up with her index finger, covering her gorgeous deep blue eyes. Seeing the time was 9.16pm, she felt frustrated she had missed the bus for this hour and had the better part of an hour to wait for the next one.
“Damn Sunday timetables”, Isabelle muttered to herself as she sank into one of the seats in the main terminal. She really wanted to get home and felt disappointed she hadn’t taken her little Mazda 323 to the library that day, but parking was too expensive in the city for this second year student. She knew she should have just gone to the University Library but she’d wanted a change of scenery.
Isabelle considered calling her new friend, Sequoia. Sequoia had been one of her tutors for the Ancient Cultures course at the University this year. Isabelle was glad she had changed tutors from Jenny. Not that there was anything wrong with Jenny, she was good, it was just Sequoia was different from the other tutor. More animated and involved with the subjects. It was easy to see it was her passion and that helped Isabelle with her own drive to learn. Their friendship had developed as group discussions with other students had morphed into more personal debates that continued between classes or over strong lattes after tutorials over the past year. At the moment, Isabelle found herself more frequently requesting meetings for advice or discussion with the strangely intriguing tutor as finals loomed and the last semester drew to a close. However, Isabelle loathed to annoy her by interrupting whatever Sequoia was doing just for a ride home since the bus was still running. For the hundredth time today Isabelle found herself wondering if Sequoia was seeing someone. Would she be interrupting a date if she did call her? Isabelle wondered. Sequoia had never really mentioned anybody, which Isabelle thought odd since Sequoia had let Isabelle herself confide about her ex-boyfriend, William and their disagreements or plans the last couple months in their ill-fated relationship, before they had split just over a month ago.
Sequoia was gorgeous, Isabelle decided as she considered why Sequoia didn’t seem to have anybody. So it couldn’t be that at all, Isabelle thought. She’s gorgeous in a brilliant, alternative sort of way, Sequoia’s hair was shaved quite short and dyed a sort of midnight blue. Her emerald coloured eyes slanted slightly like a cat’s over a slightly long aquiline nose and sultry lipped mouth. Whenever she smiled, which was often, a dimple appeared on her left cheek. Her labret, septum and eyebrow piercings had rainbow ball ends on them and she sported a massive swirling rainbow design descending the full length of her right arm. Slightly shorter than Isabelle’s own height of 5ft 11. her body was athletic in build and sexy as sin itself, especially in her tight black jeans and that men’s short sleeved white pinstripe shirt she was wearing the other day, and those gun metal gray combat boots, mmm… Isabelle pulled her thoughts up short before they went further, as they had been inclined to do for the past three weeks. Tutorials had started becoming distracting.
It was freaking her out a little bit actually. She liked boys, not girls she had been fairly certain. Now, however, and today especially, she’d been reconsidering that certainty. Maybe it was Sequoia’s aura of masculinity that attracted her, coupled with that killer female body she would be hard to resist for most girls, Isabelle supposed. And her personality just topped it off. Intellectual, enthusiastic and spontaneous, Sequoia was always ready with a joke or a diatribe on one Greek hero or another. Or a theory on human evolution and the development of society or any number of things really, now that she concentrated on it, depending on the situation or day and Sequoia’s resulting mood or thought pattern. Isabelle considered her to be one of the most fascinating people she knew. And although they differed and disagreed on quite a few political and religious ideals they always seemed able to put personal feelings aside and have great debates on the ethics or principals of this or that and whatever was on their minds.
‘So… why isn’t she seeing somebody?’ Isabelle returned to the previous thought. She was fairly certain Sequoia was a lesbian. Indeed, it was pretty obvious from her complete disinterest in the many attractive guys on campus that frequently checked her out or approached her, and the rainbows that decorated her things and body itself. The question then is what about the girls that approached her in the cafe, which Isabelle had seen while Sequoia was at the counter, especially the barista in Cafe 365. But nothing and no girlfriend, as far as she could surmise. ‘Maybe she’s asexual’ Isabelle thought. The thought disappointed Isabelle more than she would have liked, or felt comfortable with. In fact it seemed downright depressing that such a gorgeous woman could be asexual. ‘Surely not though’ she continued to muse.
Isabelle was still pondering this as the last bus home pulled into the station. “Number 5, heading into Southshore, from Platform B2… Repeat Number 5 to Southshore.” A few minutes after the bus pulled out of the platform and onto Lichfield St, Isabelle looked up at the board and realised she’d completely missed her last bus. Sitting right there, she had missed it.
She groaned and hit the arm of her chair, “Merciful Zeus! I’m hopeless at the moment. No attention span, I must be tired.” Then she giggled out loud at her use of the Ancient Greek term. Sequoia was really rubbing off on her. Her immediate blush after she thought of Sequoia rubbing against her seemed to decide her and she pulled out her IPhone and dialled before she could second guess herself. “Besides” she thought out loud, “I’m stuck now.”
The fact that there were at least two people who would have picked her up, and actually lived with her, occurred to her quite soon after the call was answered. In fact at roughly… well, exactly the same time.
“Hey, Sequoia speaking,” the deep feminine voice answered.
Isabelle was not expecting Sequoia to answer so quickly, she hadn’t really thought what she was going to say.
“Uh, hey, it’s Isabelle… umm sorry to call you so late.” Isabelle stammered.
“Oh, hey Isabelle, it’s ok, what’s up?” Sequoia sounded as if she’d been in bed, Isabelle hoped she wasn’t interrupting anything.
“Oh umm, did I wake you? It’s ok I can call someone else…”
“No, no it’s ok. I was napping at my keyboard, needed waking. What’s up?”
“Well I’ve kinda gotten myself stranded in the middle of town, I missed my last bus. I was going to see if you could maybe, like pick me up… I can give you gas money.” Isabelle finished as she hurried through, feeling totally spastic for having actually called her in the first place. Nervously, she fiddled with her petite gold pentacle necklace.
The answering laugh was soft and deep. A shiver passed through Isabelle and she started to get her black dress coat out of her bag, sure it was just the cold.
“That’s fine; I’m not up to much. Except, of course, the keyboard sleeping. What terminal are you at?” Sequoia answered her voice clearer as she woke up more and started moving around the room she was in.
‘I wonder what her room is like’, Isabelle thought to herself.
“Huh, oh sorry. Ummm the main one, B platform.”
“Cool, I’ll see you soon, ok? Bout fifteen minutes?” Isabelle confirmed and Sequoia hung up.
As Isabelle sat in the terminal trying to read but checking her watch almost every minute, Sequoia rushed around her room changing her clothes, and finding her car keys and hair product and make up and cologne. All in roughly 5 minutes. She changed out of her track pants into her tight black jeans, which she’d noticed Isabelle staring at her in. Put her combat boots on, glad they were the kind with the zip on the side, and hesitated on the decision for her top half.
It’s cold but not overly, they’d be in the car, so… just her waistcoat? Or with a shirt? Or was it too much and she should go with just a t-shirt?
She wasn’t sure and wished Monique hadn’t left two hours before. Sequoia had been talking about Isabelle for three hours with her best friend, Monique earlier today over coffee. She’d cracked when Monique had hassled her non-existent sex life and the unusualness of that.
“Seriously, my friend, you gotta get some pussy babe,” Monique, blunt as always, continued when she hadn’t said anything back, “What’s going on with you? Switching sides or something? Or are you doing a married chick, your lecturer’s wife maybe, so you can’t say anything?”
“What! Of course not, definitely not the team switching, eww thanks. Roberts’ wife is pretty hot for a 45yr old. But no, that would be unethical, thank you very much.” Sequoia had protested, slightly insulted.
“Well, you know… after fifteen years of best friendship I know you’ll crack and tell me, so young lady. Tell Monny all about it…”
Still nothing from Sequoia.
“I already know who it is, you realise.” Monique steamrolled on, “Its Isabelle, that undergrad from your Ancient Cultures tutorials. You know, the one you have coffee with practically every day while Melissa from 365 flirts with you, and you ignore her sexy brunette ass?” Monique had raised her eyebrow waiting for the inevitable break in Sequoia’s silence.
Sequoia laughed, and the torrent of words started to spill out.
“I just can’t stop thinking about her, she’s incredible. Artistic, intelligent, political, dark sense of humour, loves Buffy and horror movies, reads fantasy novels and Shakespeare and Austen. Debates with me, listens to me and completely disagrees with me on almost everything (sometimes just for the fun of it) but indulges my ranting. Lives for good coffee and likes running, camping and hiking.”
She had stopped pacing and waxing lyrical for a moment, then looked into Monique’s brown eyes, “Seriously… all that and she has the most outrageous hourglass figure, it drives me crazy! Sometimes, in tute’s, I can’t even look at her, she makes me so wet. I just want to push her onto one of the desktops and make her cum all over my face, no matter who’s in the classroom, watching. Especially when summer was here for the first half of the year, I almost lost my mind when she joined my tutorial, the singlet tops, her cleavage… just… argh,” a strangled, tortured groan escaped her, but she couldn’t stop herself now, she was on a roll, glad Monique had understood her need to talk about it, finally she just had to get it out.
“And she has blue eyes; you know how I am about that. And the glasses, grr yum… when she’s all serious studying, I take her that coffee and she looks up at me through those lenses with that gorgeous naturally red hair in those crazy waves around her face and neck… I just wanna wrap my hands in it… But I just can’t seem to say anything, she makes me so nervous. I just babble about anything else, if I didn’t have so much Ancient Cultures knowledge up here,” Sequoia rapped on the top of her skull for emphasis, “I’d hardly ever speak when I’m around her. My clit throbs so hard as soon as I smell her vanilla perfume when she walks past me to sit in her usual seat, I forget what tutorial I’m meant to be leading”… and so on and so forth, she really couldn’t have stopped herself and Monique had left after their fourth cup of coffee, giving her some parting advice before jumping on her motorcycle.
“Put up or shut up, hon… You gotta at least try. It sounds like nobody else can get it done for you until you do. I hope you get to eat some pussy, for all our sakes!”
That’s why she dialled Monique and gave her the situation and resulting epic brain crisis on clothing.
“Well, Sequoia, honey. If I were you, I’d go with the bra and waistcoat look. It suits your trim frame. It’s hot and she can stare at your awesome cleavage since you won’t be wearing a shirt. It’s a win-win. Wear that dark green bra, it pops them right out at you, with your deep gray pinstripe waistcoat and she’ll flip. And match your panties, just in case honey!” squealed Monique as Sequoia thanked her profusely and hung up.
Sequoia finished dressing, adding the rainbow dog tags that had just arrived in the mail today. And her black leather wrist cuff. Sequoia checked herself out in the full length mirror, adjusted her hair so it was spikier. Applied her foundation, black eyeliner and dark red lipstick, as well as her Adidas cologne, before running out of her bedroom door, only to go back for her keys before finally jumping into her green Mitsubishi Lancer and leaving for the bus terminal.
Pulling into the car park on top of the bus terminal building, Sequoia felt excited about seeing Isabelle. Her nipples were stiff as pebbles, the very thought of gripping that waist as those hips ground into her face. She descended the stairs down to the main terminal two at a time, but pulled up short of the bottom as she spotted Isabelle from behind. Seated near the corner to the left of the stairs. Slowly she finished walking down the stairs, headed to the left behind one of the pillars that flanked the area of the main terminal. Sequoia could see Isabelle side on, reading her class book, as she made her way down the left side. Which made Sequoia giggle; they really did have a lot in common, even if they were quite different. She leant against one of these pillars as she allowed herself a few seconds or minutes just to stare at the graceful outline of Isabelle’s neck and jaw, her profile showed her soft features and Sequoia smiled to herself as she started to approach her.
Look up, she willed towards Isabelle, look up and notice me.
Almost like magic, Isabelle raised her head, turned to the left and saw Sequoia walking towards her.
Isabelle looked up and to the left. Wow, she thought, that was definitely Sequoia who was sauntering across the terminal; toward her, smile bright and alluring. Isabelle wet her lips subconsciously and made her throat swallow. Suddenly she really needed a drink. Also, she was glad she’d freshened her make up and perfume before Sequoia had arrived. Sequoia looked stunning, the waistcoat pinching in at her waist, accentuating her cleavage which was more obvious than Isabelle remembered seeing before, and she knew now she would have noticed, definitely. The olive toned skin was gorgeous and Isabelle fumbled her book as she tried to put it back in her bag, she felt flushed and unnerved; dropping the coat she’d forgotten to put on. Sequoia bent to pick it up and their eyes locked as Sequoia held the coat out for her, eyebrow raised in an unasked question.
“Hey Sequoia, thanks.” Isabelle took the coat and folded it over her book bag as she went to sling it over her shoulder.
“Here, let me get that…” Sequoia reached out and lifted the heavy bag over her shoulder easily. “I see you’ve clearly been hard at work studying away for finals, ay?” Sequoia asked as she turned and motioned for Isabelle to start ahead of her.
They fell into step and continued talking.
“Yeah it’s been quite a long day, but I feel quite alive for all the reading I’ve waded through today.” Answered Isabelle as they walked up the stairs.
“And, what about you Sequoia? Are you hard at work finishing your thesis for honours?” Isabelle questioned her in turn.
“Me? No I was playing at the park this morning and met a friend for coffee before falling asleep, pretending to finish my thesis. Then you, gratefully before I got keyboard face, woke me and here I am.” Sequoia babbled, slightly nervous and self-conscious as they reached the roof level and walked across the car park toward her green Lancer.
“So, what area of Ancient Cultures took your attention today, Isabelle?” Sequoia asked, saying her name softly… enjoying the way it sounded on her lips, after Isabelle gave her directions to her house in Southshore. They pulled out onto the road and headed toward the beach.
“Polybius’ Histories. Books 3 and 4 and the poetry of Sappho and Alcaeus.” Isabelle answered automatically, still wishing she could have that drink.
“You do realise you know this stuff cold, right Izzy?”
Isabelle smiled, “It’s always good to do revision isn’t it, Teach?” she shot back.
Sequoia laughed, feeling more at ease.
“Yes, As long as you mix a little fun in as well. Besides its beautiful weather, what about all those shirtless boys out there for you, now you and Wills are finally split?” Sequoia asked, trying to feign disinterest and succeeding.
“Oh well, it’s finals Sequoia.” Isabelle started.
Rushing into, “Besides who says I haven’t seen anything I like?”
Sequoia’s head turned faster than a rattlesnake Isabelle had once seen on Discovery Channel.
“Have you, then? Met someone you like?” The disinterested facade had dropped momentarily, but Sequoia turned back to the road and collected herself. Isabelle wasn’t sure if she’d imagined the hungry look deep in Sequoia’s bewitching emerald eyes in that brief moment Sequoia was looking at her. But she was starting to really hope she hadn’t.
“Maybe,” she shrugged nonchalantly, “A guy from my Latin class is nice and easy to look at.”
This was total fiction, although there were plenty of nice and/or hot guys in her classes, Isabelle never really had paid much attention to them since her and William had broken up. Too busy studying she told herself, when she had wondered herself, but at the moment she was staring at Sequoia to see her reaction.
“Oh, well that’s good,” Sequoia mumbled, then “Do I turn right here, or at the next lights?” Changing the subject, Sequoia was thrown by her answer, as jealousy stabbed at her; she thought Isabelle would have mentioned a guy before now, but maybe not if it wasn’t a definite thing.
“The next set,” Isabelle answered. A smile slowly spreading across her face, something had occurred to her with Sequoia’s change of subject. It was so obvious she couldn’t have missed it that time. Jealousy. Sequoia was jealous… over her!
Isabelle looked out of her window, they were roughly ten minutes from her house. Only ten minutes, I wish I had more time, Isabelle thought.
“Yeah, but I’m not sure I want to go out with him or anything.” Isabelle really looked at Sequoia properly. She looks… dressed up, considering she had been asleep when I called her, Isabelle thought to herself. Consciously, she noted the spicy, sultry smell of Sequoia’s cologne for the first time. She smelled really, really good.
Isabelle’s heart fluttered slightly as she thought of the last two months, or more accurately of the last six months. Flashes came to her, Sequoia bringing her much needed coffee during her study binges. Sequoia giving her Shakespeare’s Complete Works for her birthday, and hugging her tightly. Sequoia holding her umbrella for her, getting wet while she had stayed relatively dry underneath it. Sequoia’s eyes sparkling as she took her to see The Frogs at the university theatre when William said he wouldn’t go, Sequoia angry when she told her of William’s cheating. But mostly, Sequoia smiling at her as they talked and laughed and joked about.
Oh, wow, I really am dense, Isabelle thought
Lost in her thoughts, soft music filled the car. A woman’s voice sung softly, almost mournfully. The light melody of ‘She Says’ by Ani DiFranco enveloped the two women as they turned left onto Isabelle’s street.
“It’s further down on the right, the number is 294.” Isabelle instructed as she tried to think of what to say next, quickly.
Sequoia checked the number to the right of her, 46. Well at least she had time to think of an excuse to come inside. The guy didn’t sound serious and this might be her last chance before it was. Thankfully the opening came from Isabelle.
“You must be caffeine deprived by now, I doubt you even had a coffee before coming to get me. Thanks again by the way.”
“It’s really no trouble”, repeated Sequoia, “I would love a coffee though. You’re right, I didn’t make one before I left.”
The two women stopped in front of Isabelle’s red brick apartment complex. Six nearly identical houses lined up, all two stories high and joined to the one beside it. Isabelle checked her watch, her flat mates would still be awake. Hopefully neither of them had done the groceries, she knew they had run out of coffee this morning. Isabelle lead the way to the front door, opened it and Sequoia followed her inside.
“Hey guys, you here?” Isabelle called out to Kassie and Steve, the couple she shared the flat with. No answer was forthcoming as the two women walked into the lounge, comfy black sofas and a lone armchair faced the 32in flat screen on the wall. The walls were the standard off-white in most student-aimed apartments; colourful paintings were placed on the other walls. The layout was open plan with a dining table just off from the main kitchen area.
“Well this is mostly it, the bedrooms are upstairs.” Isabelle spun round with her arms out as she said this, dropping the heavy leather book bag into the only armchair.
“So, coffee, I promised you. Kassie? Steve? You guys here?” Isabelle called out again as she moved into the kitchen going through the motions of making coffee.
“You’ve got a nice place,” Sequoia smiled, “Much better than my one room loft apartment.” Sequoia leaned back against the bench
Again there was no forthcoming answer from Isabelle’s flat mates.
“They must have gone out. Oh shoot,” said Isabelle, opening the coffee container, “We’re out of coffee…” Isabelle turned toward Sequoia, just catching her, as Sequoia’s eyes passed over her ass, Isabelle was glad of the tightness of her skirt, which had seemed mildly annoying while she was studying. Isabelle continued on as if she hadn’t noticed.
“Let me check what I’ve got around here.” Isabelle turned toward the pantry as Sequoia said, “It’s ok if you don’t have anything…”
“No, no I promised coffee, but I have…” Isabelle opened the cupboard and pulled out the whiskey bottle holding it up, “whiskey!” she said triumphantly.
“Ah hahaha, whiskey is my weakness, got any Coke?” Sequoia asked as she took the bottle offered her and set it down behind her, as she turned back round Isabelle opened the fridge and leaned over to pick up the bottle, taking a little longer than necessary to do it. Sequoia was almost drooling as she stared quite blatantly at Isabelle’s tight ass, barely able to stop herself from reaching out to run her hand along the beautiful curve. Isabelle stepped backwards out of the fridge, and directly into Sequoia. Her full body brushed against the front of Sequoia seductively, setting her nerves on fire instantly.
“Oh, sorry Sequoia. Didn’t realise how close behind me you were.” Isabelle lied blatantly, smiling as she turned and reached above Sequoia’s head for the glasses to mix their drinks. Her breasts rubbed against Sequoia’s upper arm, the one with the tattoo. Sequoia’s breath caught, she could see down the front of Isabelle’s blue shirt, she could see the lacing of her royal purple bra, the milky white orbs nuzzled just inside the lining.
Isabelle smiled to herself, she could see Sequoia was getting the full show and was happy the eyeful was working its magic on the lesbian.
Just as easy as boys, Isabelle giggled inside her head as she placed the glasses on the bench and backed away, to pour their drinks as if she hadn’t noticed anything.
Sequoia cleared her throat and picked up her drink, following Isabelle as she sashayed into the lounge and sat down, kicking off her heels and groaning as she stretched her toes. Sequoia was starting to think that Isabelle was flirting with her. They sat together and Isabelle lifted a remote to turn the stereo on, Chasing Pavements softly started playing out of the speakers.
“You like Adele’s music then,” Sequoia stated, searching for a subject to break the silence.
“Yeah, I thought this was less embarrassing then the Spice Girls album…” Isabelle laughed.
“I dunno. I like the Spice Girls.” Sequoia laughed.
Isabelle leaned toward Sequoia, she ran her fingers lightly down the tattoo, “I’m not sure if I’ve told you this is really pretty.”
looking Sequoia in the eye, raising her eyebrow, she stroked across Sequoia’s fingers before returning to her position, leaning back slightly against the arm of the couch, her legs curled underneath her. Their knees so close, Sequoia could feel the heat coming from Isabelle’s leg.
“Uh, yeah. Thanks I had it finished just before the first semester.”
“Really? That’s when I got mine done. A sort of rebellion I think.”
“You have one?” Sequoia asked, surprised, “I’ve never noticed it.”
“Well you wouldn’t, it’s on my back,” Isabelle explained as she turned her back towards Sequoia, pulling her long gorgeous, molten copper hair over her shoulder, she started to unbutton her shirt. Pulling it down at the top slowly, teasingly exposing the silken skin of her back, as she wriggled her shoulders slightly, the forest green and light blue faery came into view, roughly 4.5in. diameter and height, it sat in the middle of Isabelle’s shoulder blades, framed by straps of her royal purple bra, it stood out beautifully against the milkiness of her skin.
“Wow, that’s beautiful,” Sequoia breathed as she reached out and traced the lines of the tattoo, Isabelle shuddered as the light touch felt like electricity along the indentations of coloured ink. Sequoia licked her lips as her hand ran up and along Isabelle’s shoulder blades to the base of her neck. Sequoia watched her hand close around the base of Isabelle’s neck, massaging lightly, before starting to drop her hand away reluctantly.
“Mmm, that was nice, my neck is so sore from all the reading today,” Isabelle leaned back slightly, increasing the pressure on Sequoia’s hand just before it dropped away.
“Would you give me a neck massage?” she asked innocently, “You wouldn’t get a girl started and then stop would you? That’s cruel… massage tease.” Isabelle mocked lightly, laughing softly.
“Uh, of course not. I mean… sure, since you asked,” Sequoia answered haltingly, finishing the rather strong drink in two swallows, she flexed her fingers and lightly placed them on Isabelle’s neck, loving the feeling of Isabelle’s skin against hers. Sequoia started applying pressure, massaging away the tension she could feel easily in Isabelle’s neck.
“Mmm, damn… you’re good at that. Aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess. I’ve been told that but it’s different if you try it on yourself,” she stated, her throat feeling a little dry as she moved herself closer for a better hand position.
“Mmmm.” Isabelle relaxed immensely, leaning back into Sequoia as her ministrations continued, “You must be magic or something.”
“Not really, lots of practice,” Sequoia joked as her hands moved to Isabelle’s shoulders following the tension and trying to massage it out. The pressure from her hands became greater as she worked on the knots of muscle.
Isabelle’s hair smelt of vanilla and Sequoia leaned a lot closer than she needed to, enjoying the fragrant tendrils of hair as some of them fell across her hands. Moving her hands down slightly she massaged her thumbs over the faery, moving lower slowly until her fingers grazed the bra strap, her thumbs under the line of Isabelle’s shirt, unable to go any lower, cut off by the pull of fabric across that area of Isabelle’s back. Sequoia’s pressure increased, Isabelle leaned forward slightly, moaning audibly as she rearranged her legs and leaned face first against the arm of the sofa.
“Oh, Goddess that’s good.” Isabelle murmured against the sofa arm.
Sequoia smiled widely, she definitely had her from here, changing the massage slightly, the pressure of her fingers deepened in different points, hitting different nerves, increasing the sensuality. The wider circles of her thumbs more centralized as she focused under Isabelle’s shoulder blades as her hands made their way up Isabelle’s back again. Fingers splayed lightly, but firmly, holding Isabelle under her arms, the very tips of Sequoia’s fingers grazed the under bust line on Isabelle’s sides. Isabelle moaned slightly louder, losing her breath slightly.
“Lower again please, I didn’t realise how sore that area of my back was.” Isabelle put a slight begging tone on the words, pleading almost, but not quite.
“I can’t really reach all the way down,” Sequoia answered, sitting back slightly and removing her hands from Isabelle’s back.
“Oh, ok.” Isabelle turned to face Sequoia, finishing her drink in one swallow, before she finished unbuttoning the vibrant blue shirt. Revealing her ample breasts, encased, only just, by the purple fabric of her bra. Sequoia couldn’t stop herself from openly staring as Isabelle removed the shirt from her arms.
“Is that better… Sequoia?” Isabelle pronounced her name with a seductive purr.
Sequoia gulped, “Uh yeah.” It came out more guttural than she’d meant it to but she couldn’t help it, her whole body screamed to rub itself against Isabelle’s milky flesh. Her mouth wanted to lick down the nicely toned stomach around the navel and back up between the valley of those breasts. Sequoia cleared her throat, “Yeah it’ll be, umm easier.” She said, clearer this time. Isabelle smiled.
“Good,” she said as she turned round again. “You’re a real legend for doing this, Sequoia. I really do appreciate it. Maybe I could do you after?”
The double entendre was fully intentional and did not go unheeded. Sequoia placed her hands on Isabelle’s back again, not quite sure how this woman kept throwing her off her game. She was acting like she was the first timer here.
That’s enough of that, Sequoia decided. Her hands became more confident as they worked Isabelle’s lower back. Firmer than before, Isabelle moaned loudly as Sequoia’s thumbs passed over the dip in the centre of her back.
“Mmm, you like that, don’t you?” Sequoia asked as she pressed firmer in, making circles.
“Yes” Isabelle moaned. Unable to do anything but agree now as Sequoia’s thumbs pressed in again, causing her back to arch slightly. The tingling from that spot had started to spread throughout her now. She could feel her sex getting wetter the longer Sequoia massaged the spot, felt the pressure of Sequoia’s fingers on the sides of her midriff, pressing in on the spots where her hips met her torso. Her hips arched backwards without her consent.
Sequoia groaned as she leant forward to trace her tongue over the tattoo. One of her arms passed under Isabelle’s naked torso, Isabelle revelled in the feeling of Sequoia’s well-muscled arms sliding naked against her bare skin. She hadn’t noticed how well-muscled Sequoia was, but she could feel the strong wiriness now as Sequoia’s arm clamped rigidly around her. She thought Sequoia would never let go now she had her, captured as she was. Safe in the vice-grip of Sequoia’s arm and the desire starting little wildfires inside her. She ached to feel this woman’s tongue in her mouth, mingling and dancing with her own. Sequoia’s other hand went to Isabelle’s shoulder gripping tightly as her tongue lathed gently around Isabelle’s tattoo. The delicious moistness of Sequoia’s tongue thrilled Isabelle to the core, the air felt cool and tingly on the moist trails left behind, starting in her a desperate need to feel Sequoia deep inside her, her slick cunt felt like it would never get enough of Sequoia touching her already. She reached behind her, trying to find something to grab onto as her desire increased. Her body cried out for more contact as she gave herself over completely to the sensation. It seemed an eon before she found Sequoia’s torso and grabbed a handful of her waistcoat pulling her forward into the curve of her ass as she adjusted herself to rest against the other woman. Isabelle whimpered as Sequoia’s hand found her breast, the fingers lightly tracing across the nipple as she moved her palm into the fabric of Isabelle’s bra, Feeling the heavy weight in her hand, undulating her fingers around the white orb, the nipple captured firmly between the lengths of two of her fingers.
“Hmmm… yes” Isabelle whimpered softly, hardly audible, as she bit down slightly on the arm of the sofa.
“Oh Izzy,” Sequoia sighed against her back, as she drew the redhead up to sit with her back fully resting against the front of her own body, The light fabric of her waistcoat did nothing to keep the heat of Isabelle’s body from her. Her hands and tongue stopped what they were doing, both of her arms tightened around the voluptuous redhead, spasming with their closeness.
“Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted you? All year. Since the first moment you walked into Professor Roberts course. Those tight blue jeans you were wearing should be illegal; I couldn’t concentrate on anything else.” Sequoia whispered in her ear, gently running her tongue up the edge of Isabelle’s ear lobe.
Isabelle grinned at the praise, she felt desired and beautiful, it had been awhile since she’d felt that way. Her arms trapped at her sides by Sequoia’s arms, the wetness of her cunt seeping down her thighs. Warmth was spreading through out her body, different then before. It felt like diving, slow motion, into a warm lake leaving her filled with an acute hunger for the woman behind her. The fabric between them was starting to annoy her; she wanted that sleek olive skin moving along hers. Isabelle didn’t want any barriers between them anymore.
“I didn’t realise I felt, that I wanted this… But lately… I guess, mmm ohhh… Sequoia.” Isabelle stammered, her breath came in shorter gasps as Sequoia resumed playing with both her breasts. Splaying her palms against Sequoia’s well muscled thighs, digging her nails into the black denim, she felt electric, like an elemental woman…. captivating and powerful. Like a Goddess.
“This thing’s gotta come off,” growled Sequoia in frustration as she removed one of her hands and unclasped Isabelle’s bra. Gently sliding the straps over her shoulders and down her arms. Taking her time as she kissed her way down one these strongly boned feminine arms, admiring the slight muscle of Isabelle’s arms, in unspoken obedience Isabelle kept her arms at her sides, still digging into Sequoia’s denim encased thighs to steady herself as the small hairs raised on her arms, goose bumps started to spread over her shoulders and up her neck as Sequoia slipped her out of her bra fully. Tossing it carelessly on the floor, those long and experienced fingers tracing the faint outline of her toned stomach, she leaned back into her lover again. Relaxing all her weight as she melted into her, enjoying the cool air on her skin and the heat from her lover, she felt Sequoia’s lips return to the base of her neck.
Isabelle heard her murmuring, “You’re so beautiful babe.” As Sequoia’s hands cupped her breasts, rolling the nipples back and forth roughly between her fingertips.
Hot lips and moist tongue made shivering trails of delight up her neck and around her ear. Sequoia leant back, away from Isabelle. Running her fingers down Isabelle’s sides and turning her round by her hips. Facing each other now, Sequoia held Isabelle’s gaze before slowly moving down the length of Isabelle’s torso, biting her lip as the desire inside her flamed brighter than she thought possible, moaning faintly under her breath as she drunk in the sight of Isabelle’s heaving breasts and firm stomach.
Isabelle firmly grasped Sequoia by her waistcoat, pulling Sequoia hard against her breasts, her stomach. The feel of soft linen and firm flesh underneath stark against the now chilly air on her back, their faces so close now she could faintly smell spearmint mixed with whiskey on Sequoia’s lips. Isabelle felt faintly giddy.
“Are you really sure about this, Izzy?” Sequoia hesitantly asked her, desire fighting with worry in her voice. Sequoia’s emerald eyes searched as she held her breath slightly.
“I knew I didn’t have any coffee.” Isabelle said simply, wetting her lips. Her light sapphire eyes saying more than her words as she pressed firmer against Sequoia.
Each felt the hot breath of the other the moment before their lips met. Sequoia tasted Isabelle’s lipstick on her own lips, as they lingered. Their lips meeting for the first sent a rush of pure bliss surging through their bodies, pulsing, leaving them longing for more. Then their tongues found each other in a timeless dance of give and take, liquid lightening coursed through their bodies.
Olive toned arms encircled Isabelle as Sequoia deepened the kiss between them. Filled with the lightening, pushing her back onto the couch the kiss became overwhelming with hunger. Isabelle ran her hands over Sequoia’s back. She longed to wrap her legs around Sequoia’s lithe hips, the skirt interfering too much as Sequoia laid lightly atop her. Running her hands over Isabelle’s sides and breasts, pausing frequently to massage and tease more of her lover’s milky white flesh into molten platinum. Their tongues wrestling, the moist slickness of Isabelle’s sex driving her mad as it rubbed against her panties. She whispered Sequoia’s name into her lover’s mouth as her nipple was tweaked unexpectedly hard.
Sequoia moaned her name in answer as she tried to move her knee solidly between Isabelle’s thighs. The tightness of the skirt hampered her and she growled low in her frustration.
“I think we should take this to your room.” Sequoia said as she rose and held her hand out to Isabelle.
Isabelle slipped her hand into Sequoias. “I think you’re right.” She answered as she led Sequoia to the stairs that went up to bedrooms.
They only made it halfway up before Sequoia reached out to feel the curve of her arse as Isabelle climbed the stairs before her and Isabelle spun round, forcing Sequoia against the wall and undoing her waistcoat.
“Its driving me crazy that you’re still wearing this…” Isabelle said as she opened it, drawing her breath in a slight gasp as she admired Sequoia’s firmly muscled torso, the pert 36c breasts encased in the deep green lace bra. Isabelle lightly ran her hands over the ridged flesh of Sequoia’s torso. Her milky white fingers stark contrast to the deep olive tan of Sequoia’s skin. A deep moan escaped Sequoia’s lips as Isabelle ran her hands firmly over the flesh. Higher as she wrapped her hands around each one of the lace covered breasts.
“I never realised how muscled you are,” Isabelle leaned into Sequoia’s mouth, “I’ve often wondered what kind of body you had under those manly shirts. If I’m really honest with myself, Sequoia, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be touched by you.”
“Funny, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to touch you.” Sequoia responded as their lips met again, no hesitation now as they kissed passionately.
Isabelle slid Sequoia’s waist coat back over her shoulders and down her arms as she traced her mouth over Sequoia’s neck, down further to the valley between her breasts. Dropping the waistcoat and bringing her hands up to massage the orbs roughly through the fabric. Sequoia moaned as she tried futilely to take control back. Isabelle was too strong for her rubbery feeling arms and she started to lose herself on the crashing waves of pleasure as Isabelle’s soft hands kneaded her breasts, sliding one hand around Isabelle’s back she drew her closer against her and surrendered herself to the other woman.
Together they sank to the floor, Sequoia wrapping her legs around Isabelle’s torso as she sat upon her. Feeling the roughness of the carpet on her back as Isabelle nudged her backward onto the steps. Not exactly comfortable but not really caring, she moved against Isabelle’s thigh as the steps gave them a better angle around the skirt. Sequoia kneaded her palms into Isabelle’s back, gripping tightly her fingernails beginning to cut slightly into Isabelle’s flesh. Isabelle gasped sharply as the pain sank into her.
Sequoia pulled back, “Sorry baby,” she kissed Isabelle tenderly on the forehead. “I’ll ease up.”
“Don’t be silly, dig harder. I like it, I just wasn’t expecting it.” Isabelle encouraged as she nipped softly at Sequoia’s nipple newly exposed to the greedy attentions of Isabelle’s soft, wet mouth. She dragged her fingernails over the tight denim sheathing Sequoia’s rock hard thighs, held tight against Isabelle’s hips as Sequoia moved against her. Sequoia slid her hands down to cup Isabelle’s arse cheeks. She was getting closer now, her underwear soaked through as Isabelle moved her tongue around one breast and then the other, playfully nipping the tender flesh before suckling hard on Sequoia’s nipples. Wave after wave of sweet, warm bliss was spreading through her mind now, as Isabelle unlatched her bra and threw it on the stairs next to their entwined bodies. The heat becoming too close, too encompassing, she began to fight desperately to break contact before she came.
Sequoia scrambled out from underneath Isabelle. Running the last couple steps as Isabelle rose and watched her.
“Which room am I going to?” She asked huskily, her voice barely audible as more than a growl.
“This one,” Isabelle said as she crashed into Sequoia forcing her up against the second door down. She opened the handle quickly as she backed Sequoia into her room.
Sequoia felt control seeping back into her limbs as they wrestled toward the bed. Her wiry strength returning to her arms now that her sex was calming slightly. She fought for control over her senses. She was determined not to be outdone by this newbie. She caught one of Isabelle’s hands. Then the other as Isabelle tried to free the one she had already captured, guiding them behind Isabelle’s back she grasped both in one hand. With difficulty Sequoia held them as she used her free hand to unclasp Isabelle’s skirt and pull the zipper down.
The black pencil skirt slid easily to the floor, pooling like Indian ink around gorgeous ankles. Revealing smooth, alabaster coloured thighs, toned from hours upon hours of running track at the university campus, as it went.
Sequoia’s breath whistled over her teeth as she stared. “I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you, Izzy, really.”
Sequoia’s gaze lingered as it travelled over rounded hips, Isabelle’s dark purple lace g-string not hiding the moisture that seeped from her womanhood. She licked her lips as she imagined tasting Isabelle. She had waited a long time for this; she was determined to make it last for as long as she could. Down over the toned thighs, the muscular calves, caressing Isabelle with her eyes as she rigidly held her by the wrists.
“I swear, you’re Aphrodite herself, in her human form. You’re so incredible.”
Isabelle beamed as her lover inspected her closely; it turned her on to watch as Sequoia stared, blatant in her lust for her. Isabelle’s dusky pink nipples stood erect and demanding, drawing Sequoia’s mouth to fall against one and then the other as she lathed her tongue around the pert silken flesh. The nubs were rough and tingling need joined the already boiling waves and scorching flames of desire as Sequoia roughly bit them. Her hand still pinned the redheads’ wrists behind her. The other was lightly running long fingers along Isabelle’s slit, still separated by the lace of the purple thong.
Only twice did Sequoia need to stroke the length of Isabelle before her fingers were coated in the tall woman’s juices. Deep moans escaped, strangled, as Isabelle swore softly, “Oh… fuck yes.”
Sequoia laughed huskily against her lover’s breasts. You never swear, she thought fleetingly. Then Isabelle struggled to get her hands free and she pulled back, removing her hand to an unhappy whimper.
“I didn’t release your hands, did I?”
Isabelle gave her best pout, “I just want to put my arms around you, baby… please?” she pleaded.
“No. You’ll do as I want.” Sequoia answered as she drew Isabelle into her, “Or I’ll leave, right now.”
“You can’t be serious,” Isabelle scoffed.
“I assure you, I am.” Sequoia answered. Her emerald eyes glinted, serious and unyielding. Firm resolve plastered over her fine boned features.
Isabelle’s eyes sparkled brightly, playing the game she nodded, “Yes Mistress. I’m Yours.”
Sequoia wrapped her free hand in Isabelle’s copper hair tugging sharply and exposing the length of her neck. Lightly she lapped at the sensitive skin to the side before clamping her teeth down on the soft folds, bruising the tender flesh. Harder still she bit down, Sequoia could feel the indentations of her teeth sinking in as Isabelle cried out in tortured painful pleasure. She loosened Isabelle’s hair still gripping her neck firmly with her teeth as she began slowly stroking Isabelle’s soaked panties again.
Releasing her she sank down before Isabelle, not needing to warn her not to move again. Tenderly she kissed her way down Isabelle’s stomach, lightly tonguing her belly button before moving further.
Sequoia’s kisses followed the thong as her hands gently pushed it down. She inhaled the musky scent of Isabelle’s unsatisfied need. She was intoxicated by it, wanting to surround herself in it. Her mouth paused over Isabelle’s clit; slowly Sequoia extended her tongue and pressed down hard. Roughly she swirled her tongue around the engorged bud.
Isabelle groaned loudly and her knees nearly gave way, intense waves of aching need jolted through her. But she kept her hands solidly behind her back, linking them so she couldn’t be tempted to grip her lover’s head and force her closer. Sequoia’s strong hands gripped her buttocks, as her tongue slipped toward Isabelle’s opening. Isabelle cried out incoherently as Sequoia stopped, unable to get the right angle she needed.
Rising, Sequoia kissed Isabelle deeply. Isabelle could taste her own desire on the lips and tongue of her lover.
“Put your arms around me baby.” Sequoia whispered as she lifted Isabelle to settle around her waist and laid her down on the bed.
Isabelle could feel the rough texture of Sequoia’s jeans against her pussy. Her juices coated them, making the button slippery as Isabelle moved against it, the friction pleasant as Sequoia’s pelvis moved fluidly against her. She felt long fingers begin to stroke lightly, at first, along her slit. All of her body seemed to fade in and out of itself, building, building, and building. She felt her breasts against Sequoia’s, sweaty and tingling as they brushed together. Her tongue wrestled deeply with Sequoia’s. Her hands digging into the warmth of her lover as her fingers began to cut the skin, blood trickled, she could feel it under her nails. Isabelle heard Sequoia growl deeply, low in her throat and she lightly nipped Isabelle’s tongue in return as she finally thrust three of her fingers swiftly, deeply into Isabelle.
“Yeeesss…” Isabelle hissed, “Ohhh fuck, yes.”
Isabelle’s body tensed at first, her hands swiftly moving to Sequoia’s sides, fingernails raking shallow bloody grooves along the olive skin. Her hips thrust upwards, her womanhood aching for Sequoia as she began to slowly pump her fingers in and out of Isabelle’s pulsating opening. The soft, knowing, feminine fingertips running over the rough patch of flesh inside of her pussy. Sequoia’s teeth found purchase close to her last bite mark. Quickly they clamped down with enough force to break the skin, her tongue lapping at the trickles of blood from the wound. Sequoia’s shoulder muscles bunched and strained under Isabelle’s hands as her nails dug in, breaking the skin again, spurring her lover on. The walls of her pussy craved more friction and she cried out for Sequoia to go deeper, to push harder into her.
“More baby, please.” Isabelle breathed. The pressure at her opening increased as Sequoia slipped a fourth finger inside her, tiny waves of bliss began to spread as Sequoia’s rhythm quickened and she heard her breath come in shorter gasps.
Then the heat and weight of her lover’s body was no longer on top of her and the flesh of her neck ached mournfully where the sharp teeth were missing. A deep moan escaped Isabelle’s throat as her clit was swiftly suckled inside a warm wet mouth and lightly lashed with a wet tongue.
Long fingers gripped Sequioa by her hair holding her head firmly in place as her tongue drove her lover crazy. Her own fingers were slick as they worked hard to please Isabelle, tirelessly they drove into her. Boiling hot lava melted Isabelle’s core as she tensed and she cried out wordlessly, the walls of her pussy spasmed around Sequoia’s fingers and pure bliss shattered her as it rolled through out her limbs stealing their movement from her control as her body shuddered and shook from the force of her orgasm.
Sequoia was dislodged somewhere in the middle and when Isabelle came back from wherever she’d gone Sequoia was placing the covers over them.
“But you didn’t… I just…” Isabelle started before Sequioa interrupted her.
“Don’t worry Izzy. I’m just tired. I’ll go in a minute.” Sequoia smiled at her but couldn’t quite look her in the eye.
“Go? Why are you going?” Isabelle asked, turning on her side to look at Sequoia.
“I know this isn’t really your thing.” Sequoia stated emotionlessly, firmly staring at the beige ceiling of Isabelle’s room.
Isabelle punched her arm, hard.
“Don’t be an idiot. It doesn’t suit you.” Isabelle said as she took Sequoia’s arm and drew it across her body.
“I was going to say, but you didn’t finish, just give me a minute.”
Sequoia’s smile radiated from her as she answered, “In the morning babe. I’m exhausted.”
Sequoia kissed her good night as they fell asleep, limbs entwined beneath the cool linen of Isabelle’s sheets.