Heather’s shift at the coffeehouse was over and all she wanted to do was go home. She had been summoned into the manager’s office and if it was to be fired that would be fine with her. She didn’t make any attempt to fix her hair or otherwise prepare herself for meeting with the tyrant.
Adam was a sad, little man. Almost forty, he had worked all the way up to manager of a single outpost in a ridiculously large chain of coffeehouses. So large, in fact, there was almost one on every corner. His frustrations, Heather assumed, were mostly taken out on the employees.
She closed the door behind her and acknowledged, if not in glowing fashion, his presence. Adam didn’t invite her to sit down. Instead, he rose from his rickety chair and walked towards her.
She smiled back.
“How are you?” he asked, stopping a couple feet in front of her.
Tired and very much in need of a shower didn’t seem like an appropriate response. “Fine,” she said.
“Good. It sounded busy today.” Heather wondered how he would know, as little time as he actually spent with the employees during working hours.
“Yep. It was,” she replied. Heather watched Adam’s eyes lock onto the cleavage showing above the low-cut, white knit shirt she wore. She wished now she hadn’t taken off the standard issue green apron all the employees wore.
“Well, Heather. I wanted to talk to you today about a possible promotion.” Adam was looking at her with a depraved smile.
“Oh,” Heather responded with a questioning voice.
“I need an assistant manager. I think you’re the best person I’ve got.”
Heather was rapidly calculating the negatives in Adam’s offer. “Oh, thanks. But Joe and Nicole have both been here longer than me, and…”
“No. I think you’re the right person,” Adam said, stepping closer.
Heather speculated on how she could say ‘No’ without offending or, worse yet, enraging the little creep. “Maybe if you let me think about it.”
It was her last attempt to get out of the office and delay her answer.
“Maybe I can help you decide.”
With that, Adam reached out and put his hand on the side of Heather’s left breast. It happened so fast she couldn’t back up quickly enough. She felt him push his hand against her harder.
“No. Adam,” she said roughly.
His other hand was on her other breast.
“No. Please.” Heather tried to turn away, but he had her from both sides. His grip tightened.
He stared only at her breasts, as if the rest of her wasn’t there. Then he was pushing her backwards. It was only a couple of feet to the wall in his miniscule office.
“Don’t scream,” he warned her. Heather took him seriously.
She put her arms back trying to brace herself, knowing the wall was close. She slammed up against it and the air rushed out of her lungs.
He was on her, his hands suddenly inside the shirt, moving up, pressing harder against her. The hands were on top of her breasts, tugging at the bra and skin underneath.
“Adam. Stop. Stop it,” Heather said as loud as she could without screaming.
“Shut up,” he hissed. The bra was pushed up, along with her shirt, and Heather’s breasts were exposed to the tormenter.
She wanted to hit him. Hard. She wanted to lift a knee into his groin. She wanted to scream.
Adam’s mouth closed around a breast. He bit her roughly and Heather stifled a shriek. Teeth pulled at her nipple. Then he was on the other breast, biting and pulling.
His strength surprised Heather. Only able to move sideways, she could not escape his grip. Pinned against the wall, her arms were nearly useless except for hitting him in the back.
Adam attacked her breasts for several more seconds, then leaned back slightly and reached for the top of Heather’s pants. At that moment she made a decision. She had just enough room to swing wildly and catch him right on the side of his face with her hand. The smack echoed in the room.
Instead of giving her either the time or space to run for it, the slap only infuriated the would-be rapist.
“Oh, you like it rough,” Adam said. “Rough it is.”
He returned the slap so quickly Heather had no chance of avoiding it. Her head hit the wall. Tears flowed from her eyes as she regained her senses.
Adam’s hands were on Heather’s shoulders, pushing her down. She tumbled to her knees as he backed away from her just enough to give her space.
“Open my pants, bitch,” she heard him say.
“No. Let me…”
“Do it or I’ll really hurt you,” he said.
Heather could see the door just a few feet away. It might as well have been a few miles. She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. She could see the outline of his cock inside his underwear. He was so hard the tip was under the waistband.
“Pull it out,” Adam demanded.
Heather pulled down the underwear just enough to expose the rigid cock. It pointed to the ceiling in disgusting hardness.
“Now suck it or I’ll do more than slap you.”
Heather felt her head being pushed onto the cock. It hit her lips, then slid onto her cheek. She moved her head to the side until the stiff cock was in front of her again. She opened her mouth and aimed for the swollen tip.
Her eyes were closed, but she felt it between her lips. Heather began to close her mouth.
Suddenly, there were three sharp knocks on the door.
“Fuck,” Adam barked. “Fuck.”
Heather jumped at the sound of the door and Adam’s harsh voice. His cock slithered out of her mouth.
“Get up. Get dressed,” Adam ordered as he fumbled for his underwear and pants. It only took Heather a second to have her bra and shirt back in place. She headed for the door.
“Hold it,” Adam said in a panicky voice.
A few seconds later he said, “OK.”
Heather opened the door, quickly sped past her co-worker and headed for her car.
Two weeks later Heather was still unemployed, by choice, but almost over the shock of the incident enough to allow herself to get back into the mainstream of society. Sleep had been difficult at first. A hundred times she thought of things she could have, should have, done differently. A hundred times the incident always remained the same. It happened just the way she remembered it.
Heather McMurray was a twenty-four-year-old woman with a naturally appealing face and body. Her short, straight brown hair was always neatly styled and she wore modern, if rather conservative, clothes. Men were not attracted to her because of looks alone. She was deeper than that, if she allowed you to know her.
Sex was OK, in her opinion, but she’d never found a guy that seemed to know how to do it well. At least not the way she envisioned it feeling. Heather had orgasms, but where were the fireworks she read about in her books?
She would keep looking.
One of Heather’s regular dates was a guy named Scott who was nice enough, but certainly wasn’t ready to spend time with only one woman. Nor was Heather ready for a long-term relationship with him. He did, however, like the club scene along with Heather. So they were regulars at a local spot featuring new bands and cheap drinks.
They were there on a particularly crowded Saturday night, dancing, when Heather first noticed the little blonde in the short denim skirt. The girl, maybe twenty, also noticed Heather. In fact, it was the blonde’s steady gaze towards her that got Heather’s attention.
Heather found herself gazing back at the dazzling blonde who seemed to float on the dance floor. They exchanged smiles. Bodies blocked their view of each other. Then more smiles.
Half an hour later while Scott was off talking to friends and Heather sat alone at her table, the blonde appeared at her side.
“Hi,” the girl shouted above the din of the club.
Heather looked up. “Hi.”
“You’re a great dancer,” the blonde said.
If it had been anybody else talking to her, Heather would have been searching for ways to blow her off. “Thanks, but I’m not as good as you. I enjoyed watching you.”
Heather couldn’t believe she said it to a complete stranger. Another woman, at that. But it was true.
“My name’s Kristin.”
“Hi. I’m Heather. Want to sit down?”
“Thanks.” Kristin quickly pulled out the chair next to Heather, sat down and leaned on the table. Heather watched Kristin cross her long, tan legs.
“I don’t remember seeing you here before,” Heather said.
“I’ve only come a couple times. Mainly during the week. I like it like this when there’s more people here,” Kristin said.
“Are you with somebody?” Heather asked.
“Yeah. A friend brought me. How about you?”
“He’s around somewhere,” Heather said, straining to find Scott’s head among the crowd.
Kristin laughed. “Sounds familiar. I think my guy only came because he wants something later. It’s probably not going to happen.”
Heather recognized her sly smile and laughed at Kristin’s straightforwardness.
“Would you be offended if I asked you to dance with me?” Kristin asked with a wishful look in her eyes.
Heather felt an unusual, but not unwelcome, flutter inside. “Uh, sure. I’d like that.”
“Like now?” Kristin said.
“Let’s go.” Heather was out of her chair as if drawn by an unseen force. Kristin was right behind her.
They squeezed onto the dance floor much to the delight of all the guys. Heather tried her best to mimic some of her new partner’s awesome moves, but soon realized she’d never be the dancer Kristin was. But that was alright with her. Heather enjoyed Kristin’s infectious energy and constant smile.
Heather found herself moving her eyes from Kristin’s wispy blonde hair to her ample breasts to her little waist and hips. Kristin’s jeans hung low on her hips and highlighted a tiny, round ass. Heather understood, with envy, what all the guys were looking at.
By the end of the set, Heather had pretty much forgotten about Scott. Perhaps it was the alcohol; perhaps it was the whole scene; but Heather felt Kristin was flirting with her. Perhaps it was the truth.
They returned to the table considerably warmer than when they left it. Heather bought them each a drink and they talked for another fifteen minutes. Then Kristin borrowed a pen from a waiter, found a piece of scrap paper and scribbled on it.
“Here’s my number,” Kristin said, handing the paper to Heather with a smile. “Call me anytime. OK?”
Heather took the note. “You sure?”
“I’m sure.” Kristin got up, gave a petite wave and blended back into the crowd.
Heather looked down at the number and stuffed it into her pocket.
Every day for the next week Heather looked at the piece of paper under the magnet on her refrigerator. She wanted to call, but what message would that give Kristin? Twice she had her cell phone in her hand ready to call. Twice she put the phone back down. What would she say to Kristin? What did they have to talk about? Kristin was just a…kid.
Finally, on Saturday afternoon, Heather made the call. She almost wished Kristin wouldn’t answer and she could just leave a message, but Kristin did answer and they stumbled through the initial few seconds. When Heather told Kristin about her new job, Kristin seemed genuinely happy for her. Heather listened to a funny story Kristin told about a disastrous date and soon they both were much more comfortable.
They ended the conversation by saying they’d talk again sometime. Heather, for one, hoped that was true.
Heather thought back later that night to Kristin’s story about the date from hell. Heather still couldn’t imagine going out with anybody other than Scott after the incident at the coffeehouse. In fact, she’d only gone out with Scott twice and seemed to be distancing herself from even him. She didn’t really trust men anymore. Why should she trust Kristin like she did? Weren’t women equally capable of hurting her?
It only took two days for Heather to call Kristin back. This time they talked a little bit more about themselves, their likes and dislikes, food, music and TV. It ended up they had more in common than Heather ever expected. For the first time she gave serious thought to the fact Kristin could become a friend.
Then, on Thursday, Heather had a message from Kristin on her cell phone. She eagerly played it.
“Hey, Heather. This is Kristin. I’m going to go to the club on Saturday. Want to go? I’d hate to go by myself. Give me a call. Bye.”
Of course Heather wanted to go and she immediately returned the call. They agreed on a time and Kristin volunteered to drive. Heather tried not to sound too excited until the call was over, then she threw her arms into the air and shouted “Yes!”. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this happy.
Heather wasn’t sure whether to dress for the club or for Kristin on Saturday night. She chose a slightly more revealing top than usual, so she decided she was dressing for Kristin. There was no way she could ever look the same in jeans as Kristin, so she didn’t even worry about that. Well, actually she worried about it, but knew she’d never own an ass like that.
She was ready half an hour early and anxiously waited for the sound of Kristin’s car. Fifteen minutes past the scheduled time, Kristin pulled up.
After the preliminary hellos and apologies from Kristin for being late, Heather said, “Wow. You look great tonight. I love that.”
Indeed, Kristin looked more stunning than usual in a skin tight top that criss-crossed over her chest and tied on one side at her waist. Her jeans were tight enough to be part of her body. Heather had never known anybody who could make her feel so inferior without infuriating her at the same time.
The club was packed, as usual, but that only energized both women. One drink later they were dancing with guys that looked innocent enough. They never spent another dime after that as free drinks came at them from all directions while they sat at the bar. Heather, unfamiliar with so much attention from guys, soaked in as much of Kristin’s techniques as she could. The girl was good.
They only lost sight of each other momentarily during one break in the music. But, soon, were back together as the band started up.
“I was beginning to worry,” Heather said, leaning closer to Kristin’s ear when she reappeared.
“Me, too. That guy was intent on us leaving,” Kristin yelled back.
“I’m glad you’re still here.” Heather still had trouble with the concept of touching her new friend, but as close as they had to be when talking made it all but impossible to avoid.
“Thanks. Are you having a good time?” Kristin asked.
“Absolutely.” They touched their glasses together in a toast.
“Come on,” Kristin said, grabbing Heather’s hand.
Heather thought she’d never let go of Kristin’s hand as the beautiful girl led her to the dance floor. The hand felt small and soft, yet reassuring. Friendly.
They danced closely, by choice this time and not because of the crowd. When they touched Heather felt a reaction through her entire body. When they tried to talk and had to be head-to-head, Heather smelled the clean fragrance of Kristin’s hair. She was beginning to notice everything about her now. What the hell was happening, she thought?
Well past midnight they headed home. Heather thanked Kristin profusely for a “wonderful time” as she crawled out of the car, promising to be in touch. Once again, she had trouble sleeping. This time because of fantastic memories.
They talked on the phone the next day. Another invitation by Kristin to go out the following weekend was again accepted by Heather. She suspected Kristin got tons of offers from guys and wanted to get on her calendar before it was too late.
Identical arrangements were made as the week before and they arrived to another packed house. This time they were fortunate enough to find a table just as a couple were leaving. Several dances and drinks later, they were again alone.
“Kristin, I have a question for you,” Heather said, looking at her friend.
“Why are you going out with me and not one of the hundreds of guys who want you?” Heather asked.
Kristin laughed. “Who are these hundreds of guys anyway?”
“If I grabbed the next guy who walked past and asked him if he wanted to go out with you, what do you think he’d say?” Heather said.
Kristin smiled. “He might say ‘Yes’ if I opened another button,” she said, putting her hand on the first unopened button of her blouse.
Heather had to agree the amount of cleavage already being displayed by Kristin was inviting. Another button would put anybody over the edge.
“Come on. I’m serious. Why me?”
Kristin leaned forward. “I like you. I think you’re smart, funny…and cute.”
“YOU think I’M cute?” Heather said as if astonished.
“Maybe even sexy.”
The word hit Heather like a hammer. One of the sexiest girls she’d ever met was calling her sexy. She wondered how the look on her face must have come across to Kristin.
“Come with me.” Just as she did the previous week, Kristin took Heather’s hand and led her away. This time they bypassed the dance floor and the bar. They headed down a narrow hallway past the restrooms and club offices.
“Where are we going?” Heather asked excitedly.
Kristin didn’t answer. She pushed open a metal door at the end of the hall under a red EXIT sign. They walked down two steps and Kristin pulled Heather farther into a nearly pitch black alley.
When Kristin stopped, she faced Heather and pushed her against the building. Instantly, Kristin’s lips were on Heather’s. Lightly at first. Then harder. And then her tongue was pressing against Heather’s mouth.
Heather tried to comprehend what was happening. As soon as she did, she parted her lips and the women’s tongues met. Kristin pressed her body against Heather. They both moaned, hands beginning to search each other.
It was the first opportunity Heather had to truly touch Kristin in the manner she’d been thinking about for weeks. She ran her hands up and down Kristin’s back, then down to her ass. After a few seconds, Heather ran her fingers through Kristin’s silky hair, all the while kissing her more passionately.
The surprise of feeling Kristin’s hands on the sides of her breasts caused Heather to break off the kiss for a second.
“Kiss me, Heather,” Kristin whispered.
The kiss began anew, this time with Kristin’s fingers firmly clutching at Heather’s breasts through her shirt.
“This is wrong. This is wrong,” Heather screamed inside her own head. But her body disagreed. Her nipples hardened and her pussy tingled. She could feel the rhythm of the music pounding through the wall onto her back, like a wild heartbeat.
Then Kristin’s hands were pushing Heather’s shirt up. Heather closed her eyes when Kristin ended the kiss and lowered her head. Kristin’s lips were between Heather’s breasts, above her bra. Kristin kissed both breasts. Then she licked them.
For the first time, Heather dreaded having worn a bra. But Kristin resolved the problem by quickly undoing the front hook and letting the bra cups fall aside. Kristin hungrily sucked on the exposed nipples, resulting in more moans from Heather.
Now Heather’s hands were back in action. She nearly tore the buttons off the front of Kristin’s blouse as she opened it, desperate to feel the girl’s gorgeous breasts. Her own nipples ached with desire as she played with Kristin’s, who was sucking and licking Heather in return.
Despite the sexual tension growing inside her body, Heather was on the verge of calling it all off. Things were happening too fast. The feelings were too much to handle.
But then Kristin’s hand was fumbling with Heather’s zipper. Once it was down she unsnapped the jeans. Before Heather could do anything, Kristin’s hand was inside her panties, searching frantically for her pussy.
Electricity jolted through Heather’s body the first time Kristin touched her clit.
“Oh, God. Kristin.”
With one of Heather’s breasts inside her mouth, Kristin pushed her hand down until feeling the moisture surrounding Heather’s pussy. Heather tried to catch her breath. Then she gasped loudly when a single finger inserted itself into her cunt.
“Oh, yes Heather,” Kristin said, moving her head up to Heather’s level again. “You’re so wet. Just like I imagined. I’m going to make you cum now.”
They kissed as Heather comprehended the words. Two fingers were now inside her and she was involuntarily pushing her pussy onto the hand. Kristin’s other hand pushed the jeans and panties down and clutched at Heather’s ass.
Heather cried out when the fingers moved from her cunt to her clit, rubbing it roughly.
“That’s it,” Kristin sighed. “Cum for me, babe.”
Heather was almost in tears. She was about to have an orgasm in an alley at the hands of a girl. And if the feeling inside her stomach was any clue, this was not an ordinary orgasm.
Somehow, Kristin got one hand under Heather’s ass and a finger penetrated her cunt. The other hand attacked her clit harder.
“Oh, God. God. Kristin, I’m going to cum.”
“Yes, babe. Do it. Do it now,” Kristin urged.
Heather buried her head in Kristin’s hair to muffle the scream that exploded from her at the same time her orgasm began. Heather drove her pussy away from the wall, urgently seeking out Kristin’s hands. Kristin rubbed the woman’s clit and fucked her with her finger the best she could.
Heather lost track of how long she came. She heard her own cries despite every attempt to stifle them and despite the fact she was nearly senseless with lust. She had never cum like this with a guy. Ever.
When it was over, or at least when Kristin moved her hands away from Heather’s pussy, they held each other tightly. This time Heather WAS in tears.
“It’s alright, babe,” Kristin assured her. “It’s alright.”
“I…I…,” Heather stammered.
“Shh. Let’s get you dressed.”
“What about you?” Heather sobbed.
“You owe me,” Kristin said, finally getting a smile from Heather.
A few moments later when Heather was composed, the women walked hand-in-hand around the building towards the entrance.
“How’d you know about that door?” Heather asked Kristin on the phone the next day.
“I got dragged out there by a guy once. He tried to rape me in that alley. He didn’t know that I took karate.”
Heather giggled, wishing for an instant she had known karate in her previous job. “You know karate?”
“Enough to defend myself,” Kristin said confidently.
“Good for you.” She would tell Kristin about her experience someday.
“I’m glad you’re still talking to me,” Kristin said.
“That was wonderful, Kristin. It was the best. You’re so sexy,” Heather said honestly. “But you know you don’t have to do that for me to like you.”
“I wanted to. I had to or I was going to burst.”
“You?” Heather said. “How about me?”
“If we were a man and a woman I think you’d call that a fuck. Can we make love sometime?”
The question made Heather shiver. She tried to answer but couldn’t at first. After getting her breath back, she said, “Yes. I’d like that.”
They weren’t going to see each other for six more days. Heather lost track of how many times she heard Kristin’s voice in her head saying, “Can we make love sometime?”
When the weekend finally arrived, the women decided to go out to dinner instead of to the club. They had reservations at a trendy place downtown so they both wore dresses, a little out of their comfort zones but fun nonetheless. They would have noticed the ogling from the men in the restaurant if they hadn’t been so busy checking each other out.
If Kristin’s neckline had plunged an inch farther it wouldn’t have qualified as a neckline and Heather’s halter style dress accentuated even her average bust line. Neither dress came anywhere near the women’s knees, particularly when they were seated.
The couple thoroughly enjoyed the quiet of the restaurant compared to the club. They actually got to talk without yelling. But, the drawback was having to restrain from getting as close as maybe they’d like.
The wine, the meal, the dessert…it was all perfect. They left in good spirits.
Once inside the car, the girls were finally able to kiss. It was long and adoring. As they drove away, Kristin reached over and put her hand on Heather’s thigh. Soon it was under the dress and nearing Heather’s thong-covered pussy. Kristin rubbed the inside of Heather’s thigh for a short time, then managed to touch her pussy when Heather spread her legs.
“Pull in here. In here,” Heather suddenly yelled out.
Kristin jerked her hand away, frightened by the sudden order. “What?”
“Pull in her. Now.”
Kristin jammed on the brakes and dove across two lanes to pull into the driveway of a motel. Instinctively, she followed the drive up to the lobby entrance. “What are we doing?”
The car came to a stop under the overhang. “Stay here.”
Heather jumped out of the car and scurried inside to Kristin’s bewilderment. Less than five minutes later Heather was heading back to the car, a curious smile on her face.
“Straight ahead. Around the corner,” Heather pointed once she was seated again.
Kristin followed her orders. They parked near an entrance.
“Let’s go,” Heather said.
They entered the motel using Heather’s newly purchased room key and headed down the hall.
“Number 108,” Heather said.
Kristin’s heart raced at the turn of events. Anticipation overwhelmed her as they approached the room. While Heather fiddled with the key, Kristin untied the knot holding together Heather’s dress behind her neck.
Heather laughed. “Stop it.”
The door was unlocked, but the women were still outside. Despite a desperate attempt to hold her dress up, Heather soon found herself topless against the door. Kristin was pressing against her, kissing her wildly. The door swung open and the women nearly fell into the room to muted shrieks.
They both laughed when they realized they weren’t going to fall. Kristin kicked the door shut. Heather held up her dress at the waist until Kristin took Heather’s hands and pulled them away. Heather let the dress fall to the floor.
Neither woman was laughing now. The significance of the moment was taking over. Kristin reached over and flicked on the light for the tiny entranceway they stood in. She admired Heather’s body with added respect.
Heather’s hands seemed to have a life of their own as they reached out and pulled the straps of Kristin’s dress from her shoulders. The tiny garment slithered down Kristin’s marvelous body and collected at her feet, leaving her naked except for a small pair of panties.
Kristin was first to move. She delicately removed Heather’s thong and pushed her clothes and shoes aside. Then Heather did the same to Kristin.
They came together in a kiss, their bodies compressed against each other as firmly as they could stand it. They both wanted to take in the incredible feeling of the other’s nakedness on their own. Heather tried not to shake, afraid Kristin might get a clue of her true thoughts.
“Make love to me, please,” Kristin whispered in Heather’s ear.
Heather wasn’t sure she could stand up much longer, sensing that her legs might give out at any moment. Maybe it was a good thing they were about to lie down. They held hands as they walked to the bottom of the king size bed, then kissed again.
This had been Heather’s idea, so there was no backing out of it now despite everything going through her brain. The final decision was made when she thought back to the night outside the club. She wanted to do this.
Heather fell backwards onto the bed, pulling Kristin with her. Giggles followed their initial grunts when they landed. Any momentary pain was overshadowed once again by the sensation of skin on skin.
Heather and Kristin embraced, rolling freely across the huge bed. Eventually, somehow, they ended about in the approximate center, kissing feverishly. Heather was on top.
She got on her knees, straddling her girlfriend. Heather looked down through the dim light.
“God, you’re beautiful,” she said softly. Heather loved Kristin’s messed up hair, her full breasts, her little waist. She’d have to move to see the rest of Kristin, but first she wanted to explore the upper half.
Heather kissed Kristin on the neck and shoulders, letting her instincts lead the way as all of this was new to her. She wanted, more than anything in the world, to make Kristin happy.
Then she was kissing the top of Kristin’s breasts. Part of her still said ‘No’, but a much larger part of her said ‘I want more’. So Heather worked her way down to the nipples. Once she had one in her mouth she knew it was right. And when she heard Kristin’s first soft moan she knew this wouldn’t be the only time.
Heather used her hand to tenderly lift Kristin’s breast. She wrapped her lips around a large portion of the breast and began to lick and suck the nipple. All the indicators she then felt—Kristin arching her back and the nipples growing in her mouth—totally silenced that little part of her saying ‘No’.
Heather loved to have her nipples pulled, so she put one of Kristin’s between her lips and lifted it gently before letting go.
Kristin moaned loudly. “Do that again,” she sighed.
Heather administered to Kristin’s breasts for almost five minutes, not knowing how wet it was making her lover. Kristin, in fact, wasn’t sure she’d last without cumming.
But Heather had other plans. She kissed her way down Kristin’s stomach, past her pierced belly button and toward her clit. Kristin eagerly spread her legs.
That’s when Heather leaned up to get a good look at the beautiful, young woman’s entire body. Kristin took the same opportunity to gaze at Heather. All the same things she noticed in Heather the first time she saw her at the club, and then some, were there. The hair, face, chest and legs. Only now they were visible in naked splendor.
Heather was operating pretty much on impulse now. She certainly had no prior experience to tell her how to make Kristin happy. But she thought she had a good idea. The technique might not be the best this time, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her.
Heather lowered her body and kissed the insides of Kristin’s thighs. Primarily, to build up the courage to go on. She kissed and licked her way up to Kristin’s pink pussy. This was it, she thought.
She’d never forget the first taste of Kristin’s sweet juices on her tongue as she separated the flaps of skin covering the pussy. Nor the aroma and warmth. If she needed encouragement, she got it in the form of sensory overload.
Heather licked all around the entrance. Finally, she allowed her tongue to slide inside, just slightly.
“Oh, yes. Heather. Yes,” Kristin moaned.
The tongue slid in further, all the way until Heather’s lips were flat against Kristin’s skin. She felt for every corner of Kristin’s pussy, wanting to fuck her all night with her mouth.
Kristin lifted her ass off the bed, grabbing Heather behind the head and pulling her closer. Of course, Heather was as close as she was going to get, but desperately tried to reach further with her tongue.
Heather had one more stop to make. And she hoped this was the one that would bring Kristin to an orgasm. She moved up the couple of inches required to find Kristin’s clit.
She had no clue what to expect, or when to know she was where she was supposed to be. To her surprise, two things made it easy.
First, the engorged clit was hard to miss. She felt the nub on her tongue and immediately guessed she’d found it.
Second, Kristin cried out, “Oh my God. Yes. Yes.”
By now, Kristin was raising and lowering her hips as if fucking the biggest cock she’d ever seen. Heather grabbed her by the ass and tried to hold her in place so she could attend to the clit.
She wrapped her mouth around it and sucked like never before. Kristin’s moans filled the dark room. The bed knocked against the wall with every movement.
“Oh, Heather. Ahhh…ahhhh…God,” Kristin squealed. “Yes!”
Kristin’s body burst with energy as her orgasm began. Every muscle tensed up until the first wave passed, then there was a constant bucking as she came. Heather struggled to keep in contact with Kristin’s clit, all the while clutching at her tiny ass.
Heather was thrilled when Kristin’s orgasm never seemed to end. Each lick…each nibble on the clit caused a new outburst from Kristin. Heather’s chin was covered with Kristin’s juices as she came again and again.
Finally, Kristin fell flat on the bed, attempting to escape Heather’s tongue and lips by crawling away. Heather pulled back, kissing Kristin’s thighs and at the same time wiping her chin clean on Kristin’s soft skin.
Only the sound of heavy breathing filled the room for several long seconds.
“Damn, Heather. You say you’ve never done this before?” Kristin asked.
“I never said that. But I haven’t.”
“Hold me,” Kristin begged her lover.
The women cuddled. Heather would be a veteran before the night ended.