Back Door Woman: Sunday, A.M.
Back Door Woman: Sunday, A.M.
When Kiefer awoke, P.J. slept soundly in his arms. He headed to the bathroom, took care of business, then crawled back into the warm space he’d just vacated, back into her bed, their bed, wrapping his arms around her again. His mind wandered as he waited for her to awaken.
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Safe. Feel safe holding her. Her holding me. Safe and warm and safe. And warm. Trust. Trust her. More than anyone else in the world. She knows shit. God, she knows shit. Shit she could use. Never has. Never will. I know that. Know that. I trust her. “Let me not to the marriage of true minds / admit impediments.” She’s breathing so softly. My hope. Hope? Maybe my despair. My hope, my despair. My saving grace, my condemnation. Ah, condemn. My safety, my danger. My love, my hate. No. Not love hate. My buoy, my weight. “The star to every wandering bark.” Bark. A boat. A small boat. My boat. Bobbing aimlessly on the waves without the guiding star when she’s not there. When she’s gone. I don’t know if I can do this again. Fine. She wants to be alone, humph, alone, while she’s in L.A. Fine. Let her be alone. She wants him. Fine. It won’t be forever. It won’t. God, please tell me it won’t. Be forever.
Deep breath. Smell her hair. Her skin. Her. Always smells so good. So good. Fresh. Remember the very first time I smelled her hair. A bar. Montana. Drunk. Not too, but drunk. No, I was drunk. She walked in. No, she floated in. We all looked at her. Stared at her. Kids. Sorta kids. Kids compared to her. Lookin’ at a woman. Shit. I’ll buy her a beer. They laughed. Laughed at me. I’ll show ‘em. I’ll buy her a beer and fuck her, too. They laughed harder. Why are they laughing at me? I’m a cowboy. I’m a skier. I’m fuckin’ Kiefer fuckin’ Sutherland. She’ll be glad to let me fuck her. Hmmm. Yeah, right. How stupid could one man be. One kid.
I walked right up to her. Right up to the bar where she sat. I tapped her right on the shoulder. She turned. My mouth wouldn’t work when she looked at me. Straight in the eyes. No flinching. My brain was talking. My mouth wasn’t. I heard them laughing. John, was it John, came over, too. You’ll have to forgive my friend, ma’am, he said. Said to her. Forgive him. The cat’s got his tongue, he said.
She didn’t look at him. She looked at me when she answered him. Straight in the eyes.
Well, that’s a shame, she said, doesn’t he know there are better things to do with his tongue than let the cat get it?
Shit, John, or whoever it was, said. Shit, I guess. Was she talkin’ about tongues? God.
My mouth moved. I still wasn’t talking. How stupid, how stupid. Had I ever felt more stupid? Yeah. The first time we made love. No. Had sex. No, love. Sex? Whatever. We did it. No, not really. Stupid. Ahhh. At the bar, she turned back around. My head was spinnin.’ Dizzy. I fell forward. Right on her. Right on her back. My face fell into her hair. It smelled so good. Fruity. Sweet. Deep, deep breath. Just like it does now. Sweet. I just stayed there on her. John, or whoever it was, pulled me off, away. No, no, don’t move me. She smells so good. No. Nobody was moving me away now, though. If anybody was moving, it was J. Was she dreamin’ of him? Pablo Schmablo?
Damn that internet shit Sarah gets into. I’d never have known. Well, maybe. Her current events assignment. Focus on service. Top report will be published in L.A. Youth Magazine. Dad, what’ll I do for my report? What do you wanna do, Sarah? Something where people help other people. It’s about service. Current service. All I could think of was J and her trips to Mexico and South America. No, she’d piss and moan about that . . . . Central and South America. What was the name of that group? Taos something. Yeah. Sarah, look up TAOS-CASA. Texans and Others Serve Central and South America. Went back to what I was doing and suddenly Sarah screamed bloody murder. Thought she’d been shot. God, what’s the matter, what’s the matter. Daddy, it’s J, she screamed. J who I asked. Oh, Daddy, she gave me that look that teenage girls give. You know J who, Daddy. Long time ago. You used to live with her. Sarah didn’t know. Know I still saw J. I didn’t realize Sarah remembered her. It had been a very long time since J and I had lived together. Had J left her mark on my Sarah, too?
Oh, look at him. He’s soooo-ohhhh hot. Who’s hot, Sarah? The guy J’s with. In the picture on the website. A hottie. Look, Daddy, he’s a real hottie. Hottie’s ass. Who was this pompous hottie? Antonio Banderas looking. Hair. Long. Lots of long, dark hair. Lots of teeth. White, white teeth. Shiny, shiny riding boots. Polo pony. He held the reins of a polo pony. Who is that, Sarah? The caption says Dr. P.J. Stewart and Dr. Pablo Saavedra outside of Mexico City, Mexico, at Saavedra’s ranch. What do you mean hot? He’s pompous looking. Oh, he’s not, Daddy, not pompous. My own daughter. A hottie, Daddy. Traitor. Was she dreamin’ of him? Pablo Schmablo. Not Sarah. J.
Stupid. Why hadn’t she thrown me out that first time we made love. Just thrown me out. Oh, I had to work for it. No fallin’ in bed with this one. No, she had to fuckin’ know me first. Know me. Trust me. Trust me? For what? Fuckin’ what? Then I’d found out. God, I thought I was gonna die. I have to trust that you can be careful, control yourself, the first time. Just the first time. Why? Why would I want to control myself? Because. When it’s been a long time for me, when it’s been awhile, well, it hurts. I have to trust you to be careful. Hurts why. Because, because I’m small. Hell, I know you’re small. I’ve been chasing you around for six damned months. You’re small from running away from me. No, no, no, laugh, laugh, laugh. Here. I’m small here. She points between her legs. Was she fuckin’ kidding? Are you fucking KIDDING me?
No. I’m not. That’s why I have to trust you. And she did. Trust me, finally. And it didn’t make any difference anyway the first time. I thought she was kidding. She wasn’t. I entered. She flinched. Once twice three times a lady. No. No. Not this tight. No. I’m gettin’ off. I haven’t moved yet. Her face in pain. NO. I don’t want her face in pain. Never. I’m done. Two seconds. One. So embarrassed. Embarrassed. No, no, baby, she said. No, sugar. It’s all right. It’s just bi-olllll-uh-gee, she croons. Just bi-ollll-uh-gee she expands the syllables in that Southern drawl. Why was she so nice. So nice.
She stirred beside me now. Made that little noise. A cross between an um and an ah. The one that always made me want to squeeze her. Hold her tight. Hold her. To me. God, could she be more . . . more . . . . Was she, did she, make that noise for him? Was he nailin’ her? No, that’s not important. The question was is she nailin’ him? Yeah, that’s the question. Pablo fucking Schmablo can’t prounounce your last name. Pediatrician. Famous. Private oil and gas family. Suppliers to Pemex. Freakin’ suppliers to Pemex, for Chrissakes. He’d be a fuckin’ billionaire one day. Oh, and I’d found out more. Was driven to. Hello, Dr. Saavedra I’d practiced saying the name. Jason Smalley here. L.A. Youth Magazine. Lookin’ to do a feature on TAOS-CASA and know you’ve been a part of it for awhile even though you live in Mexico City. What of the people you work with? I’ve heard others speak of Dr. Stewart. Oh? You know her? Know her, he said. I’ve been asking her to marry me for years. Oh? And? I think she’s finally softening he laughed. You think I should interview her, too? Not unless you want to fall in love. He laughed again. Laughed. Fuckin’ Schmablo.
She stirred again. Began the stretch. The morning stretch she always did, arching in a backwards ‘c,’ pushing her pelvis forward. The stretch always turned her body over and facing me if she weren’t already.
“Owwwww,” she moaned as she turned. A higher pitch now.
“Owwwwwwwwwwwww.” Not a good sound. She was in pain.
I leaned up on my arm. Leaned down to see her face.
“What is it? What is it, J? What’s wrong?”
She shifted her weight again.
“Owwwwcha.” The sound drug out.
She looked up at me. Big eyes. Wide-eyed. Big, green eyes. Looking at me so innocently. Blinking, blinking, no other expression on her face. Then they narrowed. The eyes. Looked at me still. Suddenly wicked. Mischievous. A smile now, a smile to match the wicked eyes. She held up her hand, crooked the index finger, and motioned me down to her lips. I turned my ear to her mouth. She began to whisper.
“I’m sore, you big, bad boy.” She licked my ear and continued. “You banged me good last night. Good and proper.” She pulled away, smiling still.
Ohhhhhhhhh. Good and proper. I don’t know how proper it was, but it was definitely good. I rested on the pillow again, my arms tightening around her. My left hand found her breast. Her nipple. I loved these breasts. These nipples. My fingers twirled the right one, pulled and teased. She squirmed and giggled.
“Stop it, you tittie baby,” she said.
“Yes, I am,” I freely confessed. “Yes, I definitely am.” I gave her what I hoped was an engaging smile, continuing my teasing.
I shifted us around, took her breasts into my hands, and buried my face between them, snuggling back and forth until I found just the right position between the soft globes. I loved to hide my head in her breasts. My favorite place in the world. The place I long to be when I am . . . when I am . . . what? Tired, angry, sad, confused, hungry, lonely. Unsure. Afraid? Am I? Afraid? Then she pushed my head up a bit and kissed me and smiled again. Smiled. And sighed. A nice, long sigh. A satisfied sigh. I wanted to wrap my whole body around her and hold her tight. Tight. Keep her satisfied. Smiling. Don’t want to lose you. Again. Lose you.
“Gotta pee,” she said, and rolled from under me and out of bed and was half way to the bathroom door before I knew it. She didn’t close the door. She just sat down on the toilet. She never had. Closed the door. Not self-conscious at all. Sometimes I wondered if I should put a post-it note on the back door to remind her to put on clothes before she went outside. She simply wasn’t uncomfortable without clothes. She wasn’t uncomfortable with bodily functions. Uh, oh. That face again.
“Owwwwwwwwww.”
I crossed the space between bed and open bath and was kneeling in front of her in seconds.
“What is it?”
She’d had her eyes closed. She snapped them open.
“How’d you get here so fast, you little booger?” she asked. “I’m all right,” she assured me.
She kissed my forehead. I loved it when she kissed my forehead.
“It hurts when I pee.” She explained after my questioning look. “The urine. Raw insides. Don’t mix. Owwwwwwwwww.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, baby,” I started. She interrupted my apology with another wicked smile.
“You may be sorry,” she said, stressing the you, as she leaned her forehead to mine, “but I’m not!” she exclaimed. She leaned back and tilted her head to one side. Her smile was no longer wicked, but sweet.
She finished urinating and reached for some toilet tissue. She wiped herself and began to stand up, reaching behind her to flush as she rose. I rose, too.
“I think I’ll sit in a tub full of hot water for a few minutes. Might make me feel better.”
“Do you think that’ll help?” I asked.
“I dunno. It’s probably like fallin’ off a horse. You know what they say.”
“Yeah. You break your fuckin’ neck,” I laughed.
“No, silly. You have to get back on. Maybe I should forget the bath and just jump your hot bones!” She grinned a depraved grin as she reached down and tweaked my cock.
All right with me, I thought. But she was already reaching inside the bathtub to turn on the faucet. God, what a backside. All of it. The ass. The back. The thighs. Shit. Calm down. Calm down. Buttocks like two peeled cantaloupe halves, nestled side by side. Round. So round. The back. Soft. Soft and muscular. Defined. Thank you, Bowflex. She did it faithfully. Bowflexed, that is. Ohhhhhh. God. God. She’d let me fuck her on the Bowflex once. Shit. How hot. How hot had that been? I couldn’t talk for two days. Fucked her on the fuckin’ Bowflex. God. See it when I close my eyes.
She continued to adjust the water temperature, getting it just right. Moving to get the bubble bath, pour it in, leaning over to pour it in. I could reach out, grab her, and fuck her now, too. But that’s not what I want. I want to fuck her slow. Slow and easy and long and let her know how much I care. Last night? Last night was all about Pablo Schmablo. I wanted to fuck him out of her mind. Wanted her to think I was the best fuck she’d ever had. But now, this morning, I want to ease in and ride her slow, slow, slow. Snuggle into my hobbit hole. Hold her and watch her face. Watch her expressions. Watch those eyes. So few wrinkles around those eyes. I had a hundred times more. Wrinkles. So few signs of her aging though I knew she had. Gray hair that she refused to cover, claiming petulantly that I’d given her each and every one and they were a testament to her fortitude. “Within his bending sickle’s compass come.” Make her happy. Want to.
“Want coffee? I’ll go down and make the coffee. Bring it up. And some toast? Want toast?” I asked.
“Coffee and toast would be wonderful,” she acknowledged. “You want in the bath, too?” she inquired with a delicious grin, winking at me.
Hell, why not. Shit. Do I have a choice? Do men have choices when we . . . we . . . Never mind.
“Sure,” I said. “Leave room for me. And don’t play with yourself while I’m gone. No sweeping out the hobbit hole.” She stuck out her tongue. Then she wiggled it in an evil motion.
I shook my head, feigning embarrassment. “I’ll be back up as soon as I get the coffee and toast made.”
I headed down to the kitchen, glancing back long enough to see her ease into the tub full of bubbles. Graceful. Lithe. Bendable. The positions she could manage. Yoga. Yes. Yessssssssss shaking my head back and forth in wonder. Down the stairs and into the kitchen to make coffee and toast. Should I make regular coffee, or flavored. Or tea. She likes that, too. Does he know that? Know that hot tea soothes her? Does he know that sometimes Miss Stubborn needs a firm hand? My firm hand? On her bottom? That she likes it? That she cries when she watches the Blue Angels fly? Calls me ‘daddy’ when she’s had too much wine? Can hold more tequila shots than a boatload of Marines? Moans when I touch her special place? Place. Do you know that place, Pablo Wablo? Probably not. Because you’re a fuckin’ Schmablo, that’s why. You don’t know anything about her. Ask her to marry you. Stupid. You’re stupid, Schmablo. Would she? Will she? Is she? Is that what she wants? No, no, no, no, no.
Filter in. Coffee in. Regular. Water in. Turn it on. Turn broiler on. Get the bread. Butter. Knife. Make the toast. Put in oven.
Ask her, you pussy. Just ask her. But what if she says ‘yes’ and invites you to the wedding. Fuck. I didn’t invite her to mine. No. No, I didn’t. What a strange time. Weird. The first part of my marriage. Second marriage. Strange but not bad. Then the middle of it, the marriage. The year of the freeze. The iceberg. The time that land forgot the land that time forgot. The year that taught me that no matter where I was I needed to know she was there, she, J, not my wife, somewhere, that I could hear her voice if I called. That she wouldn’t hang up when she saw my number on caller ID or heard my voice when she picked up. The year I learned that she, J, not my wife, meant what she said. Not like the others. Learned that she is strong enough to follow through. Although I already knew that. Already knew. The year I learned that I could not live, no, function, no. Function yes, live no. Unless I could keep in touch. Touch my touchstone. But not that year. Bad. Bad.
I shook off the feeling I had worked myself into, checked the toast. Be reasonable.
I’m not a jealous man. Why am I letting this Schmablo thing get to me? Why? It’s so stupid. What if she is fuckin’ him? So what? She’s had relationships since ours ended. I know that. I’m not stupid. She told me of one. The one that started in the iceberg year and lasted for almost one more. Wonder what stupid thing he did to fuck it up. She didn’t say. Wonder how stupid he feels now? How lost? Bereft? Is that the word? Bereft? Did he feel as vacant and useless as I did when I fucked up? Not once, but twice? When the light in his universe went out? His loss, his loss, his loss . . . . Should I take something up for the toast? Jelly? Preserves? God, I love J’s preserves. Pear. Is there pear in here? Door. Refrigerator door. That’s where they, ah, there they are. I’m glad I decided on the coffee. Good with the pears.
I laughed at myself on the way up the stairs. What a fuckin’ idiot I must look like. Tea tray. Good china. No clothes. Fuckin’ naked. Huh.
I entered the bedroom, glanced to the right into the semi-open bathroom. O.K. She’s paying attention, looking at me. Just ask her. Do it. She’s always saying just get it out. Whatever is bothering you. Here goes. Deep breath. Another deep breath. Open your mouth and speak. Why does she look unhappy. Well, maybe not unhappy. Sad. Eyes sad. Sad eyes. Shit. Too late. She’s talking now.
“Why are you here?” she said softly as I crossed the room to the tub.
“What do you mean, why am I here? I’ve brought the toast and coffee. You said I could get in the bath, too,” I grinned.
“No. Not here,” she pointed her finger down to the bottom of the tub. “I mean here, here,” she said as she swept both arms in front of her and then out to her sides.
I placed the tray with the tea and toast on the wide edge of the huge bathtub. I crawled in facing J. I awaited her explanation.
She continued. “Are you here,” she halted, then began again. “Are you here to tell me goodbye?” she asked.
I was stunned. Goodbye. Is that what she’s saying? To me?
“What the hell are you talkin’ about, goodbye?” I managed to get out.
“Are you here to end it? Us? I just want to know now. Before you leave. Please tell me. It’s not fair not to.”
“End it? Me? Are you sure you’re not the one ending it?”
“Me? Why would you say that?” She stared at me. “Why?” she asked again.
I paused. “I thought you were ending it,” I barely got out, as if it would not be true if I whispered it.
She looked baffled. Not defensive. Baffled. Her eyes widened, then narrowed, then widened again. She spoke slowly.
“What in the world have I done that would lead you to believe that?” she asked me.
She continued. “Why is it that you think I’d want to stop seeing you? Please explain. I really don’t understand.” Her head shook slightly from side to side.
So. What do I tell her. That I know about Pablo Schmablo.
Deep breath. Just say it, you idiot.
“I . . . uh . . . I,” I started. I became resolved. Raised my head high. “I thought you were more interested in Doctor,” I emphasized the word doctor, “Pablo Saavedra.” I got it out, but probably not pronounced right.
Her eyes widened. “Paaahhhhbbbbloooooooo?” she asked, making his name at least four syllables.
“Yes,” I hissed. “Pablo. Dr. Pablo Sah-sah-sah whatever it is.”
She was laughing. Well, her eyes were laughing anyway. Why the fuck is she laughing? Just because I can’t pronounce that name?
From her smile came these words.
“Kiefer. Are you kidding?” She looked astonished. Her hands came up out of the water, palms turned upward. “Pablo? Where’d you get that? Pablo is a friend.” She looked at me expectantly.
“Only a friend?” I asked. “What kind of a friend? Am I,” I stressed the I, “a friend?”
She was chuckling. Fucking chuckling. How could she chuckle? Fuckle chuckle.
Her head was moving back and forth, side to side in disbelief. Green eyes sparkling.
“Of course you’re my friend,” she stressed ‘course.’ “You’re the only person in the universe who knows about my husband. The only person in the universe who has ever been to my West Texas hideaway. The only person in the universe who can make me laugh until I puke!”
“Ohhhh. You are sooo good at this. Just keep going”
Jena looked up for a moment and fired off a glowing smile.
“Well, thank you. This is just the beginning though. It gets better”
With that Jena returned to her work, but this time she went for the right nipple. That promise had sounded really good to Scarlett. If this was just the beginning, how good would the rest be? Scarlett felt the familiar wetness gather in her panties. Her arousal had been on the rise ever since the first kiss and now it was starting overwhelm her completely. Very little, except Jena’s touch, went through her mind. Scarlett couldn’t remember the last time she had been this excited about anything.
Scarlett looked up at Jena and realised that she still was dressed. Scarlett reached up and unbuttoned the jacket without any trouble at all. Jena looked down at Scarlett and seemed pleasantly surprised. She stopped her treatment of Scarlett’s nipple and stood up next to the couch. Scarlett’s gaze was completely focused on Jena. A confident smile graced her lips as she slowly removed her jacket. Images of naked woman in art rushed through Scarlett’s brain as she thought about how she soon would get to see Jena naked.
Jena was now down to her black silky bra. She kept eye contact with Scarlett as she put her hands behind her back and unhooked the bra. She moved it away and revealed her perky breasts. They weren’t nearly as big as Scarlett’s, but Scarlett was mesmerized none the less. The sight of Jena topless was more beautiful than any painting Scarlett had ever seen. The couch wasn’t too comfortable so Scarlett got up from it and walked over to Jena. Scarlett gave Jena a quick kiss on the mouth before she took Jena’s hand and led her to the bedroom. Scarlett turned on the light and revealed a king sized bed in the middle of the room. Scarlett walked in to the room and jumped on the bed. She lay down on her back and gave Jena an inviting smile.
Jena got on to the bed and licked her lips as she blatantly ogled Scarlett’s half nude body. Jena moved like a cat and soon she was on top of Scarlett, their mouths a mere inch apart. Scarlett couldn’t really see anything except for Jena’s eyes. Jena’s hair fell down like a curtain around the two of them and it closed them off completely from the outside world. Their breasts were pressed together and Scarlett felt Jena’s nipples touching her own. The touch was so light that it almost tickled her.
“I don’t know how you’ve don it, but you’ve seduced me.” Scarlett whispered.
“I guess I have, but as I said the best is yet to come.”
“You talk big, Jena. Why don’t you show me?”
Jena did just that. She lowered herself that last inch and started to kiss Scarlett again. The kiss was the most passionate yet. It felt like Jena was trying to suck Scarlett’s tongue out and the sheer intensity of the kiss made Scarlett lust for Jena even more. No guy had ever kissed her with this much passion and hunger. Scarlett let her hand trail along Jena’s smooth back. The feeling of the smooth silky skin under her finger was lovely. It was truly something different to touch a woman’s body.
Jena ended the kiss and like before started to kiss her way down Scarlett’s neck. She was quicker this time though and soon reached Scarlett’s breasts. This time Jena let her tongue swirl around and do the exploring. Jena focused on the nipples, but didn’t neglect any part of Scarlett’s chest. Scarlett writhed on the bed as Jena gave her pleasure with her tongue. Scarlett felt herself getting even wetter in anticipation of what was to come. Jena obviously knew how to use her tongue and Scarlett was looking forward to reaping the benefits.
“Uhhhhhhh. Ohh. You’re sooo good with your tongue,” Scarlett moaned.
Jena looked down at Scarlett and smiled, but didn’t respond. Instead she returned to her exploration of Scarlett’s body. She left the breasts and started to lavish kisses on Scarlett’s belly. Jena started to tug at the hem of Scarlett’s skirt. The skirt could soon be pulled off and Scarlett arched herself up so that Jena could remove it. The skirt was gone and Scarlett was now left only in her panties. The work Jena was doing on Scarlett’s belly was starting to have a real effect on Scarlett’s patience. She loved good foreplay as much as the next girl, but now she was getting antsy. Jena had started to lick in and around Scarlett’s bellybutton. Scarlett was somewhat ticklish in that area and she couldn’t help to let out small giggles.
“Iiihhhh. Ohhh. Come on, I can’t wait any more.”
“Getting impatient, are we?” Jena replied with a smug smile.
Scarlett’s frustration was growing. Jena had promised her pleasure and now she wanted Jena to deliver on that promise. Scarlett did her best pleading eyes and pouty lips look and fortunately it seemed to work on Jena. Without warning Jena growled, bit down on Scarlett’s panties and started to pull them down. Scarlett felt a rush of excitement partly due to being exposed completely and also because of Jena’s animalistic behaviour. Jena dragged the panties all the way off Scarlett’s shapely legs. The panties were dropped close to Scarlett’s feet. Scarlett’s aching pussy and neatly trimmed landing strip were now free for Jena to see.
Scarlett was so excited that she curled her toes. This seemed to have an effect Jena. She decided to take Scarlett’s right big toe in her mouth and started to suck it gently. This was definitely a ticklish area for Scarlett, but it still felt really good. Jena didn’t stay long though. She started to kiss her was up Scarlett’s leg. Scarlett’s legs were often overlooked due to her breasts, but she was very proud of them. Jena worked her way up the left leg by placing a kiss every few inches. The kisses alone weren’t anything special. The fact that they got closer and closer to Scarlett’s pussy was another thing: this was what really did it for Scarlett. For every kiss the reality that she was going to have sex with another woman dawned on her more and more. She had thought about it before of course, but up until tonight she had never even been close to acting upon it.
Jena was now well above Scarlett’s knee and she started get closer and closer. Scarlett helpfully spread her legs and Jena used the opportunity to position herself between Scarlett’s legs. Jena had been kissing Scarlett’s legs from above, but now she started to kiss the inside of Scarlett’s thighs. Scarlett was dripping wet by now. It felt like she had been waiting her whole life for something, when in fact it was less than an hour since they had first kissed. Jena gave Scarlett’s thigh one last kiss. The kiss was as high up on the leg as it could be. Scarlett had been having her eyes closed, but now she opened her them in order to see what Jena was doing.
Jena looked up at Scarlett from her position between the legs and fired off a radiant smile before she dove in. She dragged her tongue along Scarlett’s slit. This caused Scarlett to let out a little yelp of excitement. Jena quickly followed her first lick with several more. She started to work Scarlett’s dripping wet pussy with long steady licks. Scarlett’s breathing became heavier the moment Jena’s tongue first landed on her pussy. She breathed in and out in rhythm with Jena’s licks. Jena only passed by Scarlett’s clitoris on her way up and down the pussy, but it was enough to really get Scarlett going.
Scarlett clutched the bedspread in her hands in order to keep still. She writhed on the bend as Jena kept licking her pussy. Scarlett’ could not tear her eyes away from the beauty between her legs. The energy and enthusiasm she saw in Jena was making her feel desired in a way she had never felt before. Sure she was good looking and all, but she didn’t think that anyone ever had wanted her as much as Jena wanted her now. Jena did almost as much with her eyes as with her tongue. She kept looking up at Scarlett. Neither spoke, but the eye contact between these skilled actresses said more than a thousand words. Scarlett could not get enough of looking into Jena’s eyes.
With every lick up Scarlett’s slit Jena pushed a bit deeper. It was a slow and gradual increase. Scarlett’s got more pleasure from every lick. It was indeed obvious that Jena had done this before. She gave Scarlett all the pleasure she needed, but she had no intention of bringing Scarlett off too quickly. Scarlett was OK with that, in fact she loved it. The time was just after midnight and Scarlett felt that she had the energy to go on with this forever. With every lick, Scarlett’s pussy became wetter and wetter, but Jena kept licking it all up. Scarlett found herself thinking about what it tasted like to lick a pussy. She had not even tasted her own pussy, but now she had started to look forward to tasting Jena. Scarlett reasoned that if Jena liked it so much, it must be good.
Jena was on all fours between Scarlett’s legs, so her ass was up in the air. Scarlett admired the skirt clad outline of Jena’s ass. All her reservations about appreciating female beauty were completely gone now and she stared without shame. Jena was thinner than Scarlett, but she still had all the right curves and her ass just seemed so very appealing. Scarlett knew that she had to get a feel of that delicate bottom. She used her feet and let them touch Jena’s ass. It was quite an awkward position and it really didn’t satisfy Scarlett. She wanted to see and she wanted it now.
“Jena, please. I want you to get naked with me. I want to see your … your uhhmmm ass. I want to see your ass.”
Jena lifted her face from Scarlett’s pussy an inch or so. Scarlett could feel her breath as she spoke.
“You’re really starting to get into this, aren’t you?”
“Ohh. Yes I am. You are so beautiful and I want to see you naked now, please?”
Scarlett’s voice was thick with horny desperation as she made her plea to Jena. Scarlett saw Jena get up on her knees. This once again gave Scarlett the chance to enjoy Jena’s firm tits and she did so as much as she could. Jena slowly pulled her skirt down and threw it on top of Scarlett’s skirt next to the bed. Jena was now down to her black panties. She looked seductively at Scarlett and hooked her thumbs in her panties. Jena wiggled her hips as she moved the panties down and revealed that she was completely hairless. Scarlett’s eyes went wide in astonishment. She had never seen a shaved woman up close and personal like this. She knew that it was done of course, but she didn’t expect to see it. Scarlett tried to think about something to say, but realised that she didn’t need to state the obvious. Instead she spread her legs further as an indication that she wanted Jena to go on.
Jena was quick to get back to her licking. Like before she started by a doing simple licks up and down the slit. That was only the beginning though. She started to push her tongue deeper into Scarlett’s pink folds. She didn’t follow any rhythm or pattern. She just let her tongue roam the pussy. The brief break in the licking due to Jena’s undressing had cooled Scarlett down a bit. Jena’s new and more intense technique soon made up for the break though. Jena’s tongue went all over Scarlett’s pussy. Jena hit all kinds of sensitive spots as she let her tongue explore. Scarlett felt like Jena’s tongue was everywhere at once. Unlike the steady rhythm from before, Scarlett had no idea what was going to happen. The constant surprises kept Scarlett on edge all the time. It was impossible to be still on the bed any more. Scarlett writhed around like she was being tickled, but Jena was flexible and made sure to keep contact all the time.
The whole reason the licking had been interrupted had of course been that Scarlett wanted to see Jena nude. Now she had the chance. Scarlett shifted her gaze between Jena’s wild tongue and her smooth ass. The beauty of Jena was getting more and more obvious to Scarlett. She had a perfect slim body and her butt was really something. Jena wasn’t the girl in Hollywood that got all the attention from the men; her beauty was a more sophisticated one. Stupid men, Scarlett thought to herself. They don’t know what they are missing. Scarlett considered Jena’s body a work of fine art. She could not only be a painting, she could be a perfect statue, Scarlett reflected.
Scarlett’s thoughts were becoming less and less coherent though. The ever increasing bliss that Jena was giving her made it much harder to think straight. Whenever Jena hit a spot of pleasure Scarlett could think of nothing but the pleasure. Her breasts jiggled and her stomach tensed during these moments of bliss. Scarlett’s pussy was practically leaking pussy cream by now, but that didn’t seem to bother Jena, quite the opposite in fact. The wetter Scarlett became, the more enthusiastic Jena became. Scarlett kept moaning out her delight for Jena to hear. Scarlett thought it was important to be forthcoming with encouragement and she did her best to give Jena that. Scarlett was sure Jena knew just how good she was. Still, Scarlett wanted to make sure Jena knew just how much her work was appreciated.
“Yes. That’s good. Ahhhhh. You are way better than aaaahh any guy I’ve ever been with. Oooooohhhh it feels so good. Keep going.”
Jena kept going and increased her efforts even more when she heard Scarlett’s encouraging words. Jena’s tongue was everywhere at once. Jena used her lips as well and pressed them to Scarlett’s pussy in long and deep kisses. Lips and tongue weren’t all that Jena used. She also started lo let her hands do some exploration on their own. At first Jena let her hands caress Scarlett’s stomach. Jena’s touch was magic to Scarlett and she started to enjoy the light touch quite a lot, although not as much as the other thing Jena did of course. Jena went on exploring Scarlett’s curves and naturally she reached Scarlett’s most impressive curves; her breasts. She gently massaged the breasts and made Scarlett utter even louder moans of bliss.
“Ahhhhh. Oooohhhhhhh. You like my breasts, don’t you? They are the best breasts in the world and they are only yours. Ahhhhh. Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.”
Scarlett wouldn’t normally have claimed to have the best breasts in the world, but the passion and eagerness Jena was displaying had a profound effect on Scarlett. It made her feel like she was the most desirable person in the world. She heard that she was the most desirable person in the world quite often, but Jena made her feel it. The pleasure was increasing all the time and Scarlett started to feel like she was flying. She wasn’t floating on a cloud; she was flying with twists and turns that would put superman to shame. That was how wild the ride Jena was giving her was.
Scarlett was getting closer and closer to her first orgasm in quite a while. It seemed like Jena could sense it or perhaps hear it from the constant moans. She started to work seriously to bring Scarlett off. Her tongue which had been all over Scarlett’s pussy zeroed in on Scarlett’s swollen clitoris. At the same time she started to be just a tad rougher in her treatment of Scarlett’s breasts. She started to lightly pinch the nipples. It wasn’t any where near enough to be hurtful, but it was enough to send what felts like jolts of electricity through Scarlett’s body.
Scarlett’s whole body started to quiver as she felt the orgasm draw near. Jena was now completely focused on Scarlett’s clit with her tongue. She let her tongue swirls around and touch the clit as often as possible. She had worked up quite a speed in her licking and Scarlett was ecstatic to be on the receiving end of such a skilled tongue. During all this Jena never pulled her gaze away from Scarlett. It was hard for Scarlett to keep still enough to look at Jena all the time, but whenever she did manage to look down, Jena was there meet her gaze. Scarlett couldn’t possibly hold back her orgasm even if she had wanted to. Jena placed her mouth directly over Scarlett’s clit and let her tongue flick back and forth at break-neck speed. This was what finally brought Scarlett off.
“OOOOOHHHHHHHH.YYEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!”
Scarlett screamed out her delight at the top of her lungs. The high volume surprised Scarlett. She had never been this loud in the bedroom, but on the other hand she had never felt an orgasm this good either. Waves of orgasm flowed or more correctly ripped through her body. Scarlett felt like a hurricane was going though her, but in a good way. She bucked wildly on the bed and Jena had to use some force to keep her down. Scarlett’s pussy started to clamp down and started to squeeze out pussy cream in a stream that never seemed to stop. Scarlett had never had an orgasm like that before and she would have been worried if it hadn’t felt so damn good. Jena was there and eagerly licked up every drop. The clit didn’t need any stimulation any more. The orgasm had taken a life of its own and went on in what Scarlett felt like an eternity in heaven. Her screams went on; even though they started to grow weaker.
“Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh. Ohooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhooooooooohhhhhhhh”
The orgasm went on longer than any previous orgasm and it started to feel differently, but equally good. Seventh heaven was not enough to describe Scarlett’s bliss. Fierce and powerful, the orgasm was almost enough to make Scarlett shatter into pieces. It felt like every fibre of her being was vibrating on a high frequency. String theory started to make sense since Scarlett felt like a pack of vibrating strings. She no longer bucked; she just quivered on the bed. The orgasm felt like it had completely drained her and she started to slowly come down. Jena stopped her licking and massaging and started to crawl up Scarlett’s body. Scarlett had to close her eyes to preserve her energy.
Scarlett started to feel normal again, when she felt a pair of sticky lips on her own. Reflexively she opened her mouth and accepted the kiss. Jena’s tongue entered her mouth and started to swirl around like it had done in her pussy only seconds earlier. Scarlett realised that she tasted her own pussy as she made out with Jena. Six hours ago, that would have been a gross idea, but now it felt really good. This kiss was very gentle and careful. Scarlett didn’t have much energy to spare and it seemed like Jena knew that, it was a very slow and careful make-out session. Scarlett kept her eyes closed and focused on enjoying the kissing.
Scarlett thoroughly enjoyed it and was therefore a tad disappointed when she felt Jena’s lips leave her own. She opened her eyes and saw Jena next to her. Jena was looking at her with a very happy smile on her face and Scarlett gave her a sweet smile in response. Scarlett decided to get under the quilt and Jena quickly joined her. They snuggled up close together and Jena started to place light pecks on Scarlett’s right cheek. Scarlett felt how Jena’s naked body was pressed against hers. At this time it wasn’t really anything sexual about it. It just felt good to feel the heat from another person. Scarlett had always loved the post coital bliss and it seemed she shared that with Jena. Of course Jena was a woman as well and that was probably the reason, Scarlett thought to herself.
“So, I delivered on my promise, now didn’t I?” Jena asked with a confident smile on her face.
“You sure did. That was without a doubt the best orgasm ever.”
“I was going for that. Honestly it’s not much of a competition if you’ve never been with a woman.”
“You don’t think a man could do something as good as that?”
“No I sure don’t. I’ve never been interested in trying either.”
“Really? Never ever?” Scarlett asked with a shocked look on her face.
“No, not ever.”
“Before tonight I would have said that you had missed something, but I don’t think so now.”
Jena took a moment to think about what Scarlett had just said.
“So, Have I lured you away from boys?”
“You know what. I think that you might very well have done that.”
Scarlett was speaking the truth. This first orgasm from a woman and been many times better than her best orgasm from a man. Her fantasies about George Clooney earlier in the evening seemed like they were a lifetime away. George could have come in here wearing nothing but a bouquet of roses and she would still have thrown him out. Jena had been completely selfless and had focused completely on Scarlett’s pleasure in a way that no man had ever done. This thought caused Scarlett some guilt since Jena was yet to have an orgasm. Scarlett had been completely drained by the orgasm and didn’t want to leave her position under the cover. She could do nice things from her position however and she started to let her hands slide down Jena’s body.
Scarlett caressed Jena’s body with both her hands and tried to get a feel of her whole body. She followed every curve with her hands. It felt wonderful to touch Jena’s soft silky skin. Jena’s eyes had grown wide, but she didn’t say anything. Her breathing was heavier. It was very obvious that she enjoyed it. Scarlett pulled Jena up so that she ended up on top of Scarlett. This gave Scarlett free access to Jena’s back side. Scarlett let her hands travel down to her ass cheeks that she had been admiring before. They were perfectly toned and Scarlett started to gently massage them. She let her hands slide up and down Jena’s back, but she kept returning to her ass.
At the same time she pressed Jena closer so that their pussies touched. It wasn’t any intensive touch, but Scarlett could feel the heat and wetness of Jena’s pussy. They started to slowly rub their pussies together. It amounted to no more than hints of contact, but it was enough to send small jolts of pleasure through Scarlett’s body. Jena seemed to enjoy it as well, since she started to moan. The two girls soon found a rhythm of pressing their hips together. They were somewhat constrained by being under the quilt, but they made it work anyway. Their bodies were pressed together and they saw nothing but each other.
The rubbing kept going, but Scarlett was a bit disappointed that she only got small whimpers out of Jena. She wanted to give Jena the same kind of earth shattering orgasm that she herself had received earlier. She thought back to her own orgasms and realised that her right hand was responsible for more of her orgasms than anyone else. How fortunate, Scarlett thought as she brought her hand around and sneaked it in between their two pussies. It was careful exploration at first. She got used to the feeling of Jena’s lean and wet pussy. Scarlett realised that the position was awkward. She made a roll so that she was on top instead.
“So you’re in charge now huh?” Jena asked.
“Yes. You better believe it. I’m going to thank you for what you did to me,” Scarlett said with an impish smile on her face.
“Well. I’m ready. Come on. Give it to me.”
Scarlett answered by inserting her index finger in Jena’s pussy. Jena was so wet that it went in without any trouble at all. Scarlett had no trouble finding her way around a pussy. She pulled her finger out and when she pushed back in there were two fingers. This time it was more of a snug fit and Scarlett felt that this would be enough to get Jena off. Scarlett bucked her hips back and forth. This in turn pushed her fingers in. She started out slowly, but increased as she got more used to it. Jena’s pussy clamping down on her fingers was an incredible feeling. It also felt very good to grind her pussy against the back of the hand. It seemed to be good for Jena as well. Scarlett was getting the moans she had wanted.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh. Yeeeeessssssss. Thaaaaaat’s good. Ohhhhhhhh. Fuuuuuuuuck. Yeeaaaaaaah. Fuck me. Ohhhhh. Yeah.”
Scarlett just smiled as Jena moaned under her touch. It was a real rush of excitement for Scarlett that she could bring such an experienced girl as Jena pleasure. Scarlett was in total control of the situation at it was almost as good as when she had been licked. Jena had her eyes closed as she got fucked, but Scarlett never took her eyes away from Jena. She got in to a slow, but steady rhythm of pushing her fingers in and out of Jena. The result was good, but Scarlett could do better. She decided to put her thumb to use. She started to let her thumb very gently touch Jena’s clitoris. A guy might have trouble finding it in daylight with a map and a compass, but for Scarlett it was easy, even when she just used her hand. Every time she pushed her fingers into Jena she also stimulated the clit. Jena’s moans were getting louder and more frequent thanks to Scarlett’s treatment.
“Oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh. Mhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”
Scarlett couldn’t believe what she was doing. Here she was finger fucking another girl and apparently she was very good at it. It was one thing to receive, but this was giving. Scarlett was extremely proud of herself. The cries of pleasure from Jena were sweet rewards for what she was doing. Scarlett felt her buttocks tighten as she pushed in and out of Jena. It was also quite a lot of work for her stomach. Scarlett was in good shape though and she was sure that she had the needed energy to bring Jena off. She couldn’t see any reason not to be confident, even though this was her first time. Both girls were starting to get really hot under the quilt, but they just went on. Scarlett had nothing on her mind except bringing Jena off.
Scarlett could feel how Jena’s wetness increased. Like the cries of pleasure it was verification that she was doing a good job. The feeling of another girl’s pussy juice on her fingers was a bit weird. It was completely new to her, but it didn’t feel wrong at all. Scarlett had no idea for how long she had been doing this but she could sense that Jena was getting near. Jena’s breathing was getting more rapid and Scarlett could feel how the walls of Jena’s pussy really started to tighten around her fingers. Scarlett had kept looking at Jena’s face. It was really a wonderful face. Jena kept changing expression all the time. It was as if the steady penetration affected all the muscles in her body.
What didn’t change was that Jena kept her eyes closed. Scarlett wanted to see those wonderful eyes and did the best thing she could think of to get Jena’s attention. Scarlett leaned down and placed a kiss on Jena’s half open lips. Jena’s eyes opened in an instant and she reacted quickly to the kiss. She grabbed hold of Scarlett’s head and pressed her down into the kiss. It was completely unnecessary, but Scarlett didn’t mind. The kiss that started was wild and forceful. Both their tongues twirled around wildly and their noses rubbed together as they kept changing position. It took some real skill in multi tasking for Scarlett to keep fucking Jena while the kiss lasted, but she managed to keep it going.
Scarlett increased the contact between her thumb and Jena’s clit. They now had full body contact and grinded wildly against each other. Jena bucked her hips up against Scarlett’s fingers. Scarlett got deeper and deeper with her penetration. Jena might never have been with a man, but it was very obvious that she wasn’t a virgin. Scarlett did one last push and it brought Jena over the edge. Her pussy started to spasm and clamp down on Scarlett’s fingers. Scarlett felt how Jena’s orgasm released a fresh load of pussy cream.
Scarlett could also feel all of Jena’s muscles tense under her. Scarlett’s weight kept Jena down though. It was not easy for Scarlett to stay on top of Jena. It was like riding one of those mechanic bulls, but Scarlett managed to do it anyway. Apparently she could do anything today. Jena might also have screamed during the orgasm, if it hadn’t been for the ongoing kiss. They kept kissing all the way through the orgasm. It was a kiss filled with intense passion. Jena sucked on Scarlett’s tongue as she came and Scarlett just let her. Jena was a force of nature during her orgasm and Scarlett was just happy to be there to experience it.
Scarlett could feel with her whole body how Jena went from tense to relaxed as the orgasm subsided. The character of the kiss changed completely from rough and passionate to soft and tender. Scarlett rolled over to the side and extracted herself from Jena’s pussy. They had a few quick kisses before they pulled away. They were mere inches apart as they lay on the bed and looked at each other. They were both catching their breath after the hard work and kissing they had done. Satisfied smiles covered both their faces.
Scarlett realised that her hand was sticky from Jena’s orgasm. It was more of an impulse than a thought that made her bring her hand up to her mouth. The smell of Jena’s arousal awoke her own arousal again. She started to seductively lick her own fingers clean. She did long licks up and down her fingers and tasted the juices that her hand was covered in. Jena’s eyes grew wide as she saw what Scarlett was doing. Jena looked on as Scarlett worked her own fingers over. Scarlett was almost done licking when Jena took on of Scarlett’s fingers and started to lick it. Jena soon sucked the whole finger down. Having Jena suck her finger was another new sensation for Scarlett. Jena was very seductive as she sucked the finger and Scarlett thought it would have been enough to seduce her if that hadn’t already happened.
“I was good wasn’t I?” Scarlett asked
Jena stopped working on Scarlett’s finger and tucked away a strand of hair covering Scarlett’s face.
“Yes you were Scarlett. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
“Well. I haven’t used my finger on anyone else before.” Scarlett said with a guilty smile.
She emphasised the words anyone else, clearly indicating that the she might ahve used fingers on herself.
“I think you are a natural.” Jena said.
“So. Uhhhm. You think we can do this again sometime?”
Scarlett looked away from Jena as she said this. She was nervous that this was just going to be a one night thing. Scarlett didn’t want it to be just that. It had felt far too good for her to just do it once.
“Definitely.” Jena said without doubt.
Scarlett leaned in and gave Jena a quick kiss on the mouth before she changed her position so that she was on her back. She looked up into the ceiling with a dreamy look on her face. She started to think about what had happened. She had thought that she might regret this, but instead she was just giddy with excitement about the prospect of a future encounter. Jena started to gently stroke Scarlett’s face. Scarlett also realised how tired she was. It was well after midnight by now and Scarlett had been up since the morning. Jena’s touch was very soothing and Scarlett slowly drifted to sleep.
“TO BE CONTINUED…”
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