SPIN THE BOTTLE - THE CONCLUSION
Written by Miss Bliss on July 11, 2008 – 3:36 pm -This is the final part of a three-part Friday Night Bedtime Story. If you missed part one, CLICK HERE, and if you missed part two, CLICK HERE to catch up. XOXOXOXO BLISS WARRIOR
“I think these are straight gin,” giggles Carina, handing you and George tall glasses full of ice and clear liquid. “I made the mistake of pouring the gin first and I’m so drunk… Let’s just say, it left little space for tonic.”
She leaves to collect her drink from the kitchen as you and George linger on Carina’s bed, sipping your drinks. If they are straight gin, you are too drunk to notice. George’s red painted toes tap your leg and you look at her. “I like her,” she says referring to Carina.
“I can tell,” you say with a laugh. A part of your heart hurts when she says this. If you left the room, would she tell Carina how much she liked you?
“I’m excited for Spin and Rape,” George says with her wicked smile. The three of you have been playing Spin the Bottle all night, with each round becoming more and more intimate. Already having lost your shirts in Spin or Strip, you catch yourself glancing at George’s pink bra and her lovely cleavage.
“I don’t know how bi Carina is,” you say in a low voice, knowing she could reappear at any moment.
“That girl is bi,” says George, her toes still massaging your leg up and down. “She loved kissing both of us at the same time. And, she’s obviously totally into you.”
“She is,” you ask, and a bolt of nervous energy jumps from your stomach. “What did she say to you?”
George raises an eyebrow. “You really like her.”
“I like lots of girls, including you.”
“I like you, too, honey,” George says with a sweet voice you rarely hear her use.
“I’m back,” Carina says with drunken enthusiasm as she crawls back onto the bed. “So are we starting round three or what?”
“I don’t know,” says George, turning to lie on her back. “Are you sure you are ready for Round Three? It’s not for the faint of heart.”
Carina picks up the bottle. “Who’s spinning first?”
“Me,” George says. Pretending to spin the bottle, she never lets it go from her grasp, and obviously, plants it in front of Carina. “I guess I get to dare Carina on this first spin.”
“That’s not fair,” Carina says with a laugh. “You didn’t really spin!” George just shrugs and smiles. You nervously wonder what George has up her sleeve.
“Both of you have made me incredibly turned on, I must admit. So I think it’s only fair that you, fair Carina, relieve me of this intense sexual frustration.”
“What do you mean,” she asks.
“I think,” you say slowly, “she wants you to make her come,” George nods and plays coy while Carina looks at you nervously. You decide to call George’s bluff and see if you couldn’t just shock her a bit. “It’s not fair to put that kind of pressure on sweet Carina, George. She’s never been with a girl before.”
“She said she wanted to play.”
“I did. I do! Just let me finish this drink,” says Carina, and you can’t believe it. George has turned another straight girl without even raising a finger. How does she have this power?
“Wait. I have an idea,” you say, concerned that this dare may just leave you left out. “Since both of us created this monster of sexual tension that is driving you so crazy, we should both relieve you. Besides, it’s more fun to please a girl with a friend helping. Come here, Carina.” She comes up to you kneeling on the bed. You kiss her long and gently. Her small lips kiss you back with such desire and yearning that you feel in love.
“That was nice,” Carina whispers.
Feeling in control again, you quietly say to George, “It’s time for those jeans to come off.”
Carina is gulping her gin down as George slowly gets up off the bed and turns her back to the two of you. Swinging her hips back and forth, she strips again for you, slowly unzipping her pants, slowly exposing her round, bare ass. George isn’t wearing underwear and you can’t say you are surprised. She turns in only a bra and climbs back into bed.
“Hand me that pillow,” you instruct Carina and she does. You place the pillow under George’s hips to lift her up so the two of you can please her together. “Put your drink down,” and Carina does. “Come here,” and she joins you at George’s hips.
You spread George’s legs and the two of you crawl in the space between them. Carina is on the left and you are on the right. Placing your left arm around Carina’s back, you draw her close to you and your faces closer to George’s sex. With your right hand, you spread George open and expose her pink, wet folds. To encourage Carina, you lean down and start to lick and tug at George’s clit. Slowly, you let your tongue explore lower and lower parts of George’s sex until you find her opening. Darting your tongue in and out of her, George begins to moan. Carina lowers her head to meet you. Her tongue licks George’s labia so lightly, you wonder if she is afraid to break her. Girls have been so roughly treated by some men that they tend to be too soft when they first touch a girl. Or too shy.
As Carina licks, you move up to her face and kiss her. She kisses you back and you taste George’s sweetness on her lips. The kiss is sweet and delectable, and the two go back to focusing on George’s pleasure with more enthusiasm and ardor. George responds with loader moans and her hips begin to rock up and down, begging for more pressure, more movement, move of both of your tongues and lips. Her response thrills Carina and she moves to trade places with you. Taking her clit again in your mouth, you feel how enlarged it has become since you and Carina started teasing her. In and out you suck her as she pants, gasps and moans.
You can’t see what Carina is doing but you do notice when she licks her finger and inserts it into George’s tight opening. Licking her clit while her finger penetrates her, George breaths, “That’s it. Oh, that’s just what I want. Please don’t stop. Please.”
Soon, you hear the squishy noises of a wet and excited pussy. Carina, surprisingly, is getting George close to orgasm and you still can’t quite believe you are here with her, making a third girl come.
“Yes,” George says, “Keep doing that.”
She is so close you decide to place two fingers on her clit and start rubbing rapidly as Carina penetrates her faster and faster with her fingers. The squishy sounds grow louder and louder and you imagine the soft walls Carina is feeling, opening, and expanding. The magic of a pussy close to orgasm is a high that can make any girl an addict. You wonder if Carina is hooked.
In that moment, George explodes into a long, throbbing, shaking climax. Both of your hands try to keep the pressure on and in her as the fireworks explode within her slim body. Slowly, George finds your hands with hers and makes you both stop so she can enjoy the waves of her climax.
Turning to Carina, you kiss her deeply with your tongue and she drinks you in. “Dare me to make you come,” you whisper into her ear.
“Shouldn’t I spin the bottle first,” she says with a giggle.
Pushing her back down on the bed next to George, you don’t give her time to spin again and she doesn’t mind one bit.
XOXOXXOOXXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING OTHER EROTIC FICTION BY BLISS WARRIOR:
FOLLOW MY RULES PART ONE AND PART TWO
CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL PART ONE, PART TWO, AND PART THREE
TOUCHING UNDER THE TABLE
WAKE ME UP WITH YOUR TONGUE
YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME
LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
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SPIN THE BOTTLE - PART TWO
Written by Miss Bliss on June 20, 2008 – 11:08 am -Did you miss Spin The Bottle - Part One? CLICK HERE to catch up.
ANOTHER FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY TO HELP YOU SLEEP MORE SOUNDLY
“I think we need a change of location for Round Two,” says George, stirring her drink.
“I’m not going down five flights drunk,” says Carina, referring to the steep stairs of her six-floor walk-up brownstone. “I will most definitely break a leg or an ankle, and then how would I dance?” She winks at you with a playfulness you have never seen before. You had no idea that she was so much fun drunk and remind yourself to skip the beer and to go straight to the hard stuff the next time you hang out.
“Oh, we are not leaving the apartment,” says George with a deep laugh, “Those stairs are hard enough sober. I was thinking that we move the game into your bedroom.” Carina’s eyes widen and a small spark of terror flickers behind her painted lashes.
“I like it in here,” you say, aware of Carina’s fear. “We don’t have to walk far to get another drink.”
“Let’s bring the gin into the bedroom. Come on, you two,” George shakes her blonde hair with dismay. “Just for round two. What, are you scared I’ll rape you both?”
The idea of tiny George raping anyone is a hysterical concept and both of you laugh. Carina says, “Alright, then. To the bedroom. But, remember, ladies, no raping!”
A part of you wonders what George is trying to stir up by moving your little party into the bedroom. But as you follow the two of them down the hall and into Carina’s bedroom, that throb begins to thump slightly between your legs, and you are quietly grateful for George’s brazen nature. If it were just you and Carina drinking in her living room, the only thing that would happen is more talk about broken hearts and new potential boyfriends. With George involved, maybe, just maybe, the night will end with more than a few deep kisses and drunken laughter.
You only hope they don’t forget about you.
Carina’s bed fills the tiny bedroom, so the three of you climb onto her bed and sit in a circle. Part of your drink spills onto her comforter, but no one notices. Thank goodness you are drinking gin and not red wine.
“Round two,” says George, placing the empty wine bottle in the center of the circle. “I say this time we do Dare or Strip.”
“You mean, if we don’t take the dare we have to take off our clothes,” Carina looks horrified. The first day you and she talked after English Lit. class, you knew right away she had no sense of her own beauty. Her big blue eyes, freckled skin and light strawberry hair entranced you. As innocent and pure as the midwestern town she was born in. Even though her body is long and lean, she thinks she is ugly and fat. You wonder if there is any way you can show her the girl you see.
“No one has to strip,” says George in her teasing way, “just do the dare and all of your clothes stay on.” George is the exact opposite of Carina. Given the opportunity, she’ll walk around you naked and proud of her firm perky breasts and tight stomach. No wonder so many girls can’t stand her.
“Carina,” you say, sensing her nervousness, “why don’t you spin first?”
She smiles at you, delighted the bottle won’t be landing on her, well, at list for this first spin. She goes to spin the bottle, but the friction of the bed keeps it from moving. She tries again, and again, the bottle doesn’t spin. “What do I do now,” she laughs.
“Dare me,” you say.
“Dare both of us,” says George. “If the bottle can’t spin, we both are winners by default.”
“Fine, dare both of us,” you say and roll your eyes. For a second, you wish George would leave.
“Hmmm….” Carina takes a minute to think. “Can I do a strip dare? Or is that cheating?”
“I thought you didn’t want to strip,” you say, suddenly shocked that your clothes may be coming off first.
“I don’t! But I don’t mind you two stripping.” She giggles and you wonder if you know Carina at all. She never seemed like the kind of girl who would want to get other chicks naked. But maybe George is right. Maybe all girls are bisexual; some just don’t know it yet.
“So what’s the dare,” asks George.
“I dare you to take off each other’s shirts, slowly, like you are professional strippers doing it for me, your client.”
“Carina,” George says with her wicked smile, “I like the way your brain operates.” She turns to you and gestures with her finger for you to come closer. The two of you kneel in front of one another and try not to laugh. George starts rocking like there is music playing, and you follow suit, slowly rocking your hips back and forth. Looking at Carina, George begins to play with the hemline of your tank, gently lifting it over your belly button. She kisses your belly and winks at Carina; George always loves being the star of the show. Gently, she pulls your tank over your head revealing a simple black bra studded with little rhinestones on the straps. You are grateful you wore a bra that you know looks good but you are still nervous to look at Carina. You aren’t the type of friends who dress and undress around each other, so you suddenly feel shy.
“Doesn’t she have the most gorgeous breasts,” asks George and Carina nods.
“Gorgeous,” she says with such feeling in her voice, a part of you melts. The game is becoming fun again.
You now turn to George and courageously kiss her on the lips. A part of you is tired of her being in control. Unlike her method, you are rough and pull off her wife-beater quickly, hungrily, powerfully. Her pink bra supports her full breasts and although you have seen her naked plenty of times before, something about the night makes it seem like this is the first time you have seen her.
“I want to dare Carina,” you say.
“Dare me,” she says and you look at her eyes and see she is ready for anything.
You pick up her hand and she squeezes yours. “I want you to kiss one of George’s breasts while I kiss the other.”
“You can’t dare yourself,” objects George.
“Sure she can,” says Carina, before she downs a large gulp from her drink.
The two of you come up to George who is still kneeling. You are on her left and Carina is on her right and the two of your face each other. Slowly, you pull down one bra cup to expose George’s hard nipple. Carina follows suit and does the same. You lightly lick the tip of her nipple, and Carina licks the other. You lick again, Carina licks once more. This game, you like. You begin sucking her in and out of your lips while keeping your eyes on Carina who is doing the same. George begins to moan and you know she is getting wet. The throb between your legs is becoming more demanding, aching to be released, but you are still cautious. A part of you knows Carina could bolt at any second if the two of you don’t handle the situation correctly.
Releasing George’s nipple, you say to Carina, “Kiss me.” She moves to you and kisses you deeply. Her mouth is open and her tongue is in your mouth. You use your left hand to squeeze George’s nipple and she moans once more. Still kissing Carina, you lift her up so she’s kneeling just like George and you invite George into the kiss. For the first time, the three of you share a kiss. Carina’s lips are on one side of your mouth, George’s on the other. Your tongues dart from mouth to mouth, all three of you actively caught in a deep three-way kiss. George’s hand finds your nipple and exposes it, squeezing and twisting it roughly. George uses her other hand to find Carina’s and places it on your other nipple - so both girls are tormenting your breasts as you taste both of their lips.
The hunger for both of them is reaching a breaking point. You desire to taste the sweetness between both of their legs but worry that might be going to far. “Stop,” you whisper, “if you girls keep this up, I may not be able to keep my promise.”
“What promise,” George says in a breathy voice, between kisses and licks.
“I might not be able to resist raping you both.”
Carina laughs. “So is that round three? Truth or rape?”
George smiles. “Where’s the bottle? I think it’s time to spin again.”
TO BE CONTINUED….
XOXOXOXOXOX
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING OTHER EROTIC FICTION BY BLISS WARRIOR
FOLLOW MY RULES PART ONE AND PART TWO
CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL PART ONE, PART TWO, AND PART THREE
TOUCHING UNDER THE TABLE
WAKE ME UP WITH YOUR TONGUE
YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME
LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
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SPIN THE BOTTLE - ANOTHER FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY
Written by Miss Bliss on May 30, 2008 – 6:52 pm -
“God, girl, you make a mean gin and tonic.”
“It’s all about the bitters,” Carina says. “And the fresh lime. Without lime, a gin and tonic is just ick.” She scrunches up her freckled nose and shakes her straight strawberry blonde hair. She is utterly adorable and you remember why you first fell in love with her in English Lit. class.
“That’s so true,” says your beautiful friend, George. She is an incredibly stunning blonde dressed in black jeans and a white tank. Her hot pink bra straps hang out and her blue eyes look up at you through thick black liner. You are in love with her and she loves you and you wonder when the right amount of alcohol will bring you together.
You smile, so delighted that George likes your new friend, Carina. This is the first night you’ve hung out with a group of girls in a long time. Most of the time you are out drinking with the boys; the guys who pine for you but are too unattractive or too boring for your heart. Sometimes, one of your good girl friends joins you, or you just go out alone with her. But you rarely go out with a group of girls. It’s just not your scene.
Both George and Carina are fun to split a cheap pitcher of beer with, but their personalities are completely different. George is bisexual, like you, and tells the boys you are both lesbians, so they don’t interrupt your conversation. She holds your hand across the table and kisses it, just to tease you and impress them. All night you talk sex, masturbation, fantasies, and brag to each other about your sexual talents, but you don’t hook up. The flirtation is there but neither of you are willing to make the first move. Well, not yet.
Carina is dreamier, more romantic, and very, very straight. You wonder if she can orgasm, but never say that to her. Instead, you two talk about novels, art, expression, love, old boyfriends and current disappointing dates. Or, rather, she talks, while your mind imagines the day the two of you wake up together nestled in each others’ arms. You wouldn’t find her interesting normally, but she is so sweet and pretty and innocent - and, a challenge. Plus, how straight is she if she holds your hand as you walk down the street and kisses you on the cheek? She must be at least curious, but you don’t say this because you can’t lose her.
“Did you two ever play Spin the Bottle,” George asks, with a wicked smile. You hope she doesn’t freak Carina out.
“Oh, my God! I loved that as a little girl,” Carina says with a giggle.
We are sitting on pillows on Carina’s living room floor. She just moved out of the dorms and doesn’t have any furniture yet. You tell your two friends, glowing in the light of low lamps covered in silk scarves, that when you were ten, you had a slumber party. “We played Spin the Bottle, and for awhile the girls just would answer truth questions. Then it became dares.”
“Did girls hook up,” asks George with a naughty wink.
“Girls kissed each other but it wasn’t considered gay because we were practicing for our first kiss with a boy.”
“I practiced kissing with my best friend,” Carina says, and you notice her cheeks are flushed.
“You never told me that,” you say shocked.
“We should play right now,” says George and you smile at her. A part of you panics that Carina might end up liking George more than you, but you silent that voice with a large gulp of gin.
“So are we playing truth or dare or strip Spin the Bottle,” you ask, determined not to let George outshine you.
“Strip Spin the Bottle,” asks Carina in her innocent voice. “Did you play that? I’ve never heard of that.”
“Let’s play Truth or Dare,” George doesn’t wait for you to answer Carina’s question. She is ready to play. “But, please God, nobody say truth, okay? Because that is way too boring.”
“Only if I get to spin first,” Carina says to George. “And only if we do some more shots.” Carina goes behind the small bar that separates her kitchen from the rest of her living room and lines up three shots of vodka with more lime to chase it. “I definitely need to get drunker!” Each of you down the shots, laugh, she repours, you repeat.
Finding an empty bottle in her recycling, Carina leads us back to the floor and we clear a space to spin the green bottle. She spins first, as requested, and the bottle spins fast, then slows and finally points right at you. “Dare me, darling, dare me,” you say, feeling the alcohol.
“I dare you to drink another shot,” Carina says and George rolls her eyes, showing her disapproval of an utterly lame dare.
“We just did a shot,” you say but wanting to show off how well you hold your liquor, you stand, go over to her kitchen bar and down another. Returning to the girls, you ask, “That was easy. My spin?”
You spin the bottle and let it whirl and whirl. It lands directly between both girls. You spin again. It lands on George. She smiles at you with her cocky grin and you say, “I dare you to kiss Carina’s neck.”
She looks at you with an odd question in her eyes. You seem to have surprised her and enjoy seeing her confusion. “I would love to,” she says, her bravado restored. She comes up to Carina, and slowly, slowly, moves in close to her, tucks her red hair behind her ear and lets her pink, full lips linger - lovingly - on Carina’s neck. For a moment the air is electric and still and you feel a strong throb between your legs. A part of you is frightened by what will happen next. The drunk part of you can’t wait for the bottle to spin again.
Carina, laughs a very drunk laugh, and says, “Wow. That was the best neck kiss ever.” She laughs more and you suddenly feel left out and sad. You wonder why you wanted these two to meet. “Your spin, George,” Carina says in long, smiling, loopy-drunk words.
George spins and it lands on Carina. She smiles, and George says, “I want you to go over to our darling friend kiss her for at least two minutes. I’ll keep time,” she says and gestures to her watch. Carina looks a little scared and George is feeling victoriously naughty. She looks at you and her eyes ask if she’s shocked you yet.
Carina comes over and sits in front of you. Both of you are cross-legged and as she leans in to kiss you, she starts to giggle. “This is so weird,” she says, which shames and embarrasses you. You were right to never tell her about your sexuality.
“The clock is starting. Two minutes. 1, 2, 3 go.”
Intent to prove something, you kiss Carina slowly. You take the time to gently press against her lips. Not pressing too hard, she soon presses harder into you. Slowly, you open your lips and her drunken tongue finds its way into your mouth. Her tongue is as small as her lips and she tastes like alcohol and sugar. Soon, lost in her taste, you forget where you are, and your arms drift up her arm. Deep in your gut, the kiss penetrates you and you wonder if you have just fallen in love.
“Time’s up,” George says. “You two are good kissers.” She crawls up to the two of you and asks with faux innocence, but true charm, “Am I a good kisser?” She looks into your eyes and kisses you just as slowly, just as sweetly, just as delicately. Again, your stomach flips and you cannot believe this is really happening. Both girls you have ached for both kissing you? It feels so perfect you worry you may tear up.
As George pulls away, she turns to Carina. They kiss and you watch these two friends get lost in each other. As they separate, Carina says, “You are both wonderful kissers.” She laughs and says, “I can’t believe this.”
“Time for another round,” George stands and makes her way back to the kitchen.
“Yes,” you say.
“Can we play another round?”
“Oh, we are only just beginning,” you say, and you kiss her once more.
TO BE CONTINUED…..
XOXOXOOXOXOX
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING OTHER EROTIC FICTION BY BLISSWARRIOR
FOLLOW MY RULES PART ONE AND PART TWO
CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL PART ONE, PART TWO, AND PART THREE
TOUCHING UNDER THE TABLE
WAKE ME UP WITH YOUR TONGUE
YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME
LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
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FOLLOW MY RULES - PART II
Written by Miss Bliss on May 16, 2008 – 1:30 pm -ANOTHER FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY BY BLISS WARRIOR TO HELP YOU SLEEP MORE SOUNDLY
This is part 2 of a two part story. Missed Follow My Rules Part I? CLICK HERE to catch up.
“My martinis are better than any restaurants.”
“Really,” you ask, aware of his need to impress you. “How lucky for me to have such a talented bartender.” Your tone is mildly flirtatious although your body language is not.
The black-haired beauty is suddenly hopeful, eager for you to see what she sees in her man. “Everyone says he makes the best martini in the city and he’s not even a bartender.”
He hands you the perfectly shaken drink into a long martini glass with three olives on a long plastic spear. “It certainly looks perfect,” you say and feel his tension. It is so easy to throw him off-guard and you enjoy each moment. You take a sip and open your eyes up to his with deep fascination. “Wow. This really is a perfect martini. Just dirty enough for a girl like me.”
Smiling, he shares the secret of his drink. “It’s not just the vodka, which naturally, has to be the smoothest vodka. But what really gives it that distinct taste is the olives. I tried hundreds of olives until I found the perfect taste.”
“He really did,” she gushes. “We must have been drunk for weeks trying out different olives for the martinis!” She comes up behind him, wraps her arms around his waist, and squeezes him tightly. Her love for him is so true that your darkness towards him softens slightly.
“You two seem like you have a lot of fun together.” Wandering around the small living room in their tiny apartment, you study the pictures of them on vacation, getting married, in a group photo with her family members. There aren’t any pictures of his family which makes you curious about him for the first time. In every photo she glows and he is expressionless.
“Are you going to show me the bedroom,” you ask, taking control once more.
“Don’t you want to finish your drink,” she asks, confused that you aren’t following the normal protocol.
“Are drinks not allowed in the bedroom,” you say with a teasing voice.
“Oh, of course they are! I just thought you might want to….” Her voice trails up and she looks up at her man to see if he has the words to complete her thought.
His jaw clenches slightly and you smile to yourself. Did he think a well-mixed drink would change the rules? Silly boy. As far as you are concerned nothing would change the agreement you set just thirty minutes before in the café. Both of you can touch her, but you won’t touch him and he is not allowed to touch you.
He gestures to the door and you open it to reveal their small but romantic bedroom. The walls are a deep emerald green and the bed is large compared to the size of the room, covered in a jewel-toned velvet quilt. It is beautiful and inviting and you tell them so.
“He found the quilt in an antique shop in Connecticut – isn’t it gorgeous? - and we designed the room together around that.”
“Your man has great taste,” you say, like he isn’t in the room with you. In the corner, facing the bed, is a small purple velvet chair. You turn to him and say, “Have a seat.” At first he doesn’t move and looks to her. She shrugs and smiles nervously and he sits. “I want you to get on the bed with me.” Looking over at him, he nods, and she climbs onto the bed with you. “I am going to undress your wife now. You are not allowed to leave that chair until I say so.”
He looks like he is about to object, but decides to keep quiet. Turning to her, your voice changes, becomes gentler and sweeter than it has been all night. “Do you know how badly I have wanted to see your petite and perfect body? From the minute I saw you sitting in that café, I looked forward to this moment.” Slowly, you unbutton her lace shirt, taking time to let your fingers linger on each bit of flesh the opened buttons revealed. Before you slide the shirt off of her, you slowly open it to reveal a black bra with embroidered roses. “What a stunning bra. And, your breasts are just perfect.”
“Really,” she asks. “Thank you.” She seems shocked by your complements.
“I’ve always wanted a girl to see how perfect my wife is.” His interruption annoys you and for a moment you want to gag him, but you know this would freak her out. Instead, you choose to ignore him and remove her shirt. Her tummy is a little round but is scrumptious. You kiss her bellybutton and she moans. Your tongue traces a circle around it and slowly you lick a line up the middle of her body until you reach her bra.
“You taste sweet and smell amazing.”
“Thank you.” Her eyes glow with adoration of you and you feel him getting more insecure and tense, which almost makes you giggle.
She reaches around you to take off your sweater and you stop her. “Not yet, sweet girl. I want to see you first. Turn around.” She turns, and you find the zipper to her pencil tight skirt, pull it off and release her firm, round behind. Wearing a simple black lace g-string and lace-topped thigh-high stockings, she is simply delicious. Kneeling behind her, you wrap your arms around her and cusp her full breasts through her bra in your hands. You kiss her neck and she moans. Bringing your mouth up to her ear, you whisper to her a command. Facing her man, she follows your direction and says to him quietly, as if she can barely get the words out, “I want to see your cock.”
Shock registers on his face. It is obvious that she is not used to telling him what to do during sex. Quickly, the wry almost handsome smile is back and he unzips his pants and frees his already hard, surprisingly large self from containment. You whisper another order into her ear and she giggles. “I can’t say that without laughing,” she says under her breath. You move your right hand down to her lace g-string, and slide your fingers beneath it. She is so wet and ready, you know she will do anything you ask. She is already enjoying this more than she expected and you are certain he is fascinated by seeing a new side to his girl. Touching her as lightly as you can, you make her involuntarily push into you, wanting to be touched deeper, harder, faster – but you do not give her what she wants. Instead, you whisper the command once more.
This time, she says, “I want you to touch yourself and…” She shakes her head. You stop touching her even lightly. “And, after she gets me ready, I want you to take me up the ass.”
“What,” he says.
“You heard her,” you say, and you command her to get on her hands and knees. She does and you pull the tiny underwear off of her and throw them into his lap with a challenging smile. Looking right into his eyes, you keep your right hand on her wet clit and hold up your left hand, you lick your index finger to thoroughly wet it.
A whisper in her ear and she says to him, “Tell her to get me ready for your cock.”
“Is that what you want,” he asks, stroking his cock and beginning to enjoy the game.
“That’s what I want,” she says between breaths as you give her hardening clit more direct attention.
“Get her ready,” he says, with a gruff voice.
A light bite to her right butt cheek, then a light bite to the left, and she cries out. You bury your face between her and begin to lightly lick in the most delicate of places. Treating her opening like it is her pussy, you start by gently circling the opening with your tongue. At first she is nervous, wary of how she may smell or taste, so completely unprepared for this new sensation. As your right hand keeps vibrating her clit, she begins to press her behind into your face, wanting more, and you give it to her.
Your tongue finds the opening and penetrates her. She moans loudly and you pull your tongue out and direct her to tell him what you are doing to her. Again, you enter her with your tongue, darting it in and out, getting her used to the sensation of being fucked lightly. She says quietly, “She’s fucking my ass with her tongue.” Both he and you are surprised by the dirtiness of her words. You didn’t think she would go there this fast and you are impressed.
She is opening up to your tongue, expanding, getting ready for more force, so you pull back and lick one of your left fingers. Dripping wet with saliva, you circle her opening with your finger, teasing her with what it next. “Tell him what you want,” you say. “Tell him now.”
A moan, more panting, and finally the words escape her lips. “I want her fingers to fuck my ass.”
“Is that what you want,” he asks, still stroking himself, slowly, thoroughly.
“I want it!”
“She wants it,” he says to you, with more gentleness in his eyes than you’ve seen all night. He is beginning to like you.
Slowly, you let the first knuckle of your index finger enter her. She is tight but quickly relaxes around you as you keep vibrating her clit with the right. Soon, her body opens and you go deeper. She gasps. Moving your finger in a small, slow circle, she expands, and even starts moving forward and back, encouraging you to fuck her faster, deeper. You do for awhile until you ask him, “Do you think it’s time for another finger?”
“I think it’s time.”
Pulling out your index finger, you place it next to the middle one, and re-enter her. A gasp and then a moan and then she says, “Oh, yes. Oh, she is fucking my ass so good.” You go in and out faster now and are amazed by the warm wetness there. She expands even more and you add a third finger. In and out and out and in and her pussy is dripping all over your other hand. She is loving this and you focus your concentration on her pleasure. “I’m getting close,” she says.
“Should I make her come,” you ask him.
“Yes,” he says so quietly you barely hear him.
“I will only do it if you promise to change places with me and let me watch you fuck her ass.”
“It would be my pleasure.”
With energy and desire, your hands move at faster and faster speeds. She is panting moaning, shifting herself back and forth to get closer and closer. With three fingers in her, you make wide circles, then go in and out and back to circles. “Yes,” she says. “Yes.” And soon, her back is covered in sweat and she is shaking, gasping, moaning and collapses onto her stomach, grabbing your hands in hers. “No more,” she manages to say. “I just came too hard.”
“No more,” you ask with a laugh. “Sweet girl, that was just my turn. Your man gets his turn now and I know you won’t disappoint us.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” he says, rising from the chair. You step off the bed, still completely dressed, and switch places with him. Neither of you touch or will touch, but something has shifted between you. A silent mutual respect and understanding lingers between you, as you watch him reclaim her.
XOXOXOXOXOX
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED READING THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY OTHER EROTIC FICTION BY BLISS WARRIOR:
CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL PART ONE, PART TWO, AND PART THREE
TOUCHING UNDER THE TABLE
WAKE ME UP WITH YOUR TONGUE
YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME
LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
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FOLLOW MY RULES - PART I
Written by Miss Bliss on April 25, 2008 – 9:57 am - ANOTHER FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY TO HELP YOU SLEEP A LITTLE SOUNDER…
You study them both with curious eyes. She is adorable, a little older than you, but with a youthful glow and energy that makes you like her. He is harder to read. You aren’t sure if he is nervous, angry, or just doesn’t know how to act. Deciding he must just be uncomfortable, you lose a little respect for him and even more desire. Turning back to her, she looks at you, smiles broadly and lets out a giggle. With each minute, she is becoming giddy and more beautiful.
You lean back in the maroon leather chair and let your hand finger the stem of your martini glass. “This is what I’d like to do tonight,” you state with an authority that surprises you. “I’m ready to go home with you both, if you follow my rules.”
“Tonight?” Her voice is full of eagerness. “I thought you said you just wanted to meet us tonight. I didn’t know you’d want to…” Her voice trails off and she looks at her husband.
“What are your rules,” he asks with a gruff voice. Obviously, he is not used to someone else leading the game. Or, maybe, he has never been challenged by a women. She seems like the type who lets him make decisions and his unease makes you feel even more in control.
Speaking slowly, with a voice no mortal could resist, you say, “I’ll come home with you both, but this is the scenario I envision.” You look right into his eyes, “I want the two of us to destroy her together.”
“Destroy me?” She lets out an involuntary gasp and blushes.
“Yes. I want to him and I to take turns making you come over and over again.”
“That sounds wonderful!” A lock of black curly hair falls into her eyes and she is more desirable than in the pictures she sent online.
“What are your rules,” he asks again, sensing a threat.
You don’t like him which makes this easy for you. Sure, he is probably a great guy for her - she seems to love him or at least likes to say she does – and he is attractive in a tough guy kind of way, but being his lover is utterly unappealing. “You are not allowed to touch me and I am not allowed to touch you. She can touch both of us and we both can touch her. Those are my rules.”
There is a silence while she looks at him wondering if he is hurt. But you know men a little better than she does, or you think you do. You have thrown down a glove and are asking him if he is man enough to accept your challenge. Will he duel to see who can please this dark-haired beauty more?
A wry smile crosses his face and for a second, you see the handsomeness she must see. “If my wife agrees to the rules, I will agree.”
She is surprised to be the final vote in this proposition. “Are you sure,” she asks him quietly, “because we do not have to…”
You love seeing how awkward you have made them and it emboldens you. “This deal is only good tonight. I can’t predict how I’ll feel tomorrow.”
A look of anger mixed with curiosity flashes across his face but you are not scared. Feeling like you are able to predict every one of his emotional reactions, you smile. They are both yours and for a night, you will own them. You know it even before he nods and says to his wife, “It’s up to you.”
“It could be fun, right?”
“It will be fun for you,” he says, but there is no jealousy or malice in his voice. He understands that this encounter will not be the threesome they imagined or hoped for, but the rules are creating a newer dynamic that might be hotter than any fantasy. He smiles that almost-handsome smile once more and looks right into your eyes. “Don’t think you can please her better than I can, because if you do, it will be a disappointing night for you.”
“I am not worried about being disappointed at all.” You pick up her hands across the café table and take her index finger into your mouth, your eyes on his the entire time. In the middle of the darkened, crowded room, you begin sucking her finger in and out, saying to him with your eyes, “You won’t get to feel these lips on you tonight.” She lets out a muffled moan and he takes her other hand. Placing his hand in her lap under the table, you soon realize he is under her skirt and touching her as you toy with her finger. No one else in the restaurant seems to notice.
Her eyes show panic; being out in a public establishment and being sexually overtaken, frightens her. “This is so nice, but can we pay and go?” Her voice is breathy and nervous.
“Not until you come,” he commands with a lifted eyebrow. He wants to make her come first, even if it means bringing her to a climax in a public place.
This annoys you and you remove her finger from your mouth. “Let me watch,” you say. “I’ll play lookout.”
You are in the back corner of the café and even though the tables are filled with people, your back does conceal them from the other patrons. His arm moves faster, and shakes the table at times. You aren’t particularly interested in what he is doing to her, but her face is fascinating to you. Trying to resist, wanting to succumb, embarrassed and scared she’ll be discovered, overwhelmed with desire and a passion to break all the rules – she is the most beautifully conflicted creature you have seen.
Soon the shaking moves up her body and her shoulders begin to rock, her breaths are quicker, less controlled and her eyes close. Lost in the vibration of his hands, she is in another world, until a large shudder shakes her whole body and the table and you have to catch your drink.
Soon she is quiet and her body is still, again. He withdraws his hand and smiles at you, silently asking, “Can you make her come that fast?”
He thinks he has control again, and you don’t like this. “Put your fingers in her mouth,” you command. “I want her to taste herself.”
Looking at you with a competitive eye, he places two fingers in her mouth and she sucks at them hungrily. His eyes stay on you.
“Shall we get the check,” you say, pleased to be in a powerful place once again. “I think it’s time to take this girl home.”
With his left hand he signals for the check, while his right two fingers remain buried in her lips. By challenging him, he has lost all sense of where he is. If you pushed him a little more, he may just fuck her right on the table.
Smiling, you cannot wait to see what this night will bring.
XOXOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED READING THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING OTHER EROTICA BY BLISS WARRIOR:
CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL PART ONE, PART TWO, AND PART THREE
TOUCHING UNDER THE TABLE
WAKE ME UP WITH YOUR TONGUE
YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME
LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
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SWEETLY SWINGING IN THE SUGASTIC SPRING - IT’S SUGASM 128
Written by Miss Bliss on April 22, 2008 – 9:00 pm -The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants.
This Week’s Picks
Fellatrices: C-u-n-n-i-l-i-n-g-u-s
“Yep, sounds like the boyfriend needs a lesson,” she affirmed. “You just need to show him where to lick.”
In Plain Sight
“She was laughing flirtatiously and he had a look of a cat that’s about to get the cream.”
Succor.
“The act of suspension removed me from my ego and placed me at the still point.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself (one from the vaults)
Ten Things to Thank Porn For
Editor’s Choice
Half-Nekkid Thursday: My Hustler Debut
See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.
(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)
BDSM & Fetish
Bath time…
The Edge
Fetish Friday - Shoes
Figging and Coat Hanger Spanking
Half-Nekkid in Tighty Whities
“HIS Good Girl!”
Phone sex and the belt
Sexual narratives
Silence
Sugarbutch Star: Shannon
Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Dirty Girls: an interview with Rachel Kramer Bussel
Essen Fetish Evolution Weekend 2008
Jenna’s Velvet G-Spot Vibrator Review
Top Ten Sex Toys To Laugh At
NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Blonde MILF gets stuffed in ass in Gangbang
Carla Bruni Nude Pictures Worth $91000
Divinity
Jana Jordan & Lena Nicole
Lady Dalbin at the Crazy Horse in Paris
Pornsaint Jasmine Tame
Sapphic Erotica
Video Blue Line Cinema
Erotic Writing and Experiences
The Allure
B is for Bukkake
Captivating the college girl-Part III
Getting In Touch With Myself
Giving Out Candy
In Dreams There Are No Limits Part II
Miss Take Charge
Night terrors.
A Party Primer
Pushing The Right Buttons
Speedos removed - orgy with the boys
The Steam Room - An Erotic Tale
Surreality in Dreams
An Unavoidable Mistake
Verbal Domination, Verbal Cruelty (part 2)
The Waitress
Sex Work
The Taboo Fantasy Of Max Mosley
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Bed Tango
Choices
Has Gay lost its magic charm?
Just Like Porn! …but not.
Nazi Fantasies
New Jersey Fish Mouth
Not just another pretty face.
On (some) Radical Feminist approaches to studying
Sexual Assault; My Story.
Trimmed
The YouTube Divorce? Oh, No, You Did Not
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CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL – PART III
Written by Miss Bliss on April 11, 2008 – 11:14 am -Dearest Readers,
This is the final part of a three-part story. If you missed the Part I of Captivating the College Girl, click here. If you missed Part II, click here to catch up. XOXOXO BW
CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL – PART III
ANOTHER FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY FROM BLISS WARRIOR
A crack of light through the handmade satin curtains slowly brings you out of sleep. For a moment your head is foggy with a slight hangover from the night before. The two of you are sleeping on your side, one nestled in the other, and her arms are wrapped tightly around you. Flashes of the night before come back to you slowly: the spontaneous way you asked her out to tea, the kiss on the roof, the marvelous way her clothes slipped off her body, the orgasms… You cannot believe you found her and you pull her arms tighter around you.
This movement stirs her from sleep. At first she holds you tighter but suddenly she drops her arms and pulls away, as if someone caught the two of you together. You turn over to face her and she turns her back to you. Pulling her into you, you cuddle with her again but you can sense she is nervous. The morning light is making everything too real, too scary, too confusing.
Moving her shiny hair over her shoulder, you kiss her exposed neck lightly. “How did you sleep,” you ask.
“Like the dead,” she says.
“How do you feel?”
“Good,” she says too fast. The librarian is back and is trying to make her forget how much power she has when the gypsy is in control. “We really drank a lot.”
She will not blame last night on being drunk, you think to yourself. It was too intense and wonderful for her to write it off as a drunken escapade. “We didn’t drink that much.”
“Maybe you didn’t, but I was trashed.”
“You were perfect.”
Her body stiffens and becomes colder. “I gotta get going. I have a lot to do today….”
“It’s Friday. You don’t have class today.”
“No, but I have a paper due on Monday. I should get that started.”
“Right now?” You almost laugh, but don’t. This is a crucial moment and you both feel it. A part of you intuitively knows that if she leaves the two of you will never be together again. She will go back to her straight life, tell one of her friends about the night and her friend will say, “Don’t worry about it, you were drunk.” She’ll agree and let the alcohol fade the memory of how wonderfully she pleased another girl and soon she will blame you for seducing her. Afraid of you, she will avoid contact until you stop trying to make it.
Unless something else happens.
She sits up and is about to get out of bed when you say, “I can’t let you leave just yet.”
She laughs nervously. “I really have a lot to do.”
“You’ll have plenty of time for studying today, don’t worry. I’m only going to delay you fifteen minutes top.” Looking down at her hands, you see her confusion. She is annoyed you aren’t letting her slip out into the morning sun but a part of you doesn’t care. You’ve fallen in love with the gypsy side of this girl and you won’t let her deny that part of herself anymore. “I want you to lie on your back.”
“I really can’t…” she says but her voice is unsure.
“Lie on your back,” you instruct. For a second, you feel like a man, tired of trying to convince the girl of something you know she wants but feels shame for wanting it. “I won’t let you leave until you do.”
Her eyes flash angrily for just a second, but this makes you smile. Only the gypsy has the passion to throw a look that dark at you. Your girl is coming back to you.
“Lie down.” Something in the tone of your voice makes her acquiesce. She lies back slowly to let you know she does not want to but feels forced to. “Close your eyes.”
Still naked from the night before, you study her marvelous body under the soft morning rays of light. Her breasts are full and her nipples deliciously hard. She may tell you she wants to leave, but her body tells you otherwise. “Spread your legs,” you command and she does. You’ve never been so dominant with a lover and you discover that each time you command her to do something a special vibration pulses through your clit.
Her eyes are closed and her legs are spread and you step off the bed to look at her. The fingers of her right hand are tapping lightly on the bed – she is anxious, but she’s still here.
“Do you know how perfect you are,” you ask her, and she shakes her head no. You walk leisurely around the bed until you are close to her face. Leaning down, you kiss her. You tell her she can leave in ten short minutes. Picking up her left hand, you gingerly move it so it covers her eyes. You do the same with the right. “Stay just like that.”
Climbing onto the bed with her, you make sure she doesn’t move her hands or try to peek. “Move your legs further apart.” She does. Kneeling between her legs, you stretch your right hand to her lips and place three fingers into her mouth. She sucks them lightly and you tell her to make them wet. Licking them more fervently, you tell her what a good girl she is and take your fingers out of her mouth.
Without teasing her or prepping her, you push two fingers into her roughly. She moans. Moving your fingers in small circles at her opening and wider circles deeper within, you start opening her up, creating space for the third finger.
She is wetter than you expected. Obviously, she enjoyed being told what to do.
Your left thumb finds her clit and puts pressure on it as you push and pull and explore. She moans – almost a sob – and you smile. Her hips are moving on their own now, asking you for more, showing you what she wants with each lift and descent. You pull your two fingers out and with a third added, penetrate her again. Her moan is swift in response and louder. “Yes,” is the only word she says and it makes you smile.
Her clit grows bigger under your thumb as the walls of her open up and expand. As her insides grow in warmth, wetness, and desire you are amazed by the magical inner workings of girls. Does your pussy create so much space for a lover’s touch?
Your movements are speeding up with the hungry passion of her body. Dripping wet you know she is getting close. Her head still covered in her hands is moving from side to side as if she will explode soon and wants to make sure she will keep her head on – at least for a few moments more. “Are you getting close,” you ask with a quiet, commanding voice.
She nods.
“Say it.”
“I’m close,” she whispers.
“Do you want to come?”
“Make me come,” she says.
“Tell me you loved it last night.”
She pauses.
“Tell me you loved fucking a girl or I won’t let you come.”
“I loved it.”
“You love pussy. Say it to me.” Your hands are moving at a frenetic speed now, stirring her clit to madness while fucking her deeper and deeper with your right hand.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” With your hands still moving, you lean down and whisper near her ear. “You loved eating my pussy. Say it.”
“I loved eating your pussy,” she says in a whisper.
“You love girls.”
“I love girls.”
“You love sex with girls.”
“I do.”
“Say it, or you won’t come.” She is covered in sweat and panting. Your fingers stop moving on her clit to let her know it is all up to her. She tries to push her hips into your fingers to get the pressure she needs to be relieved of this tension, but you don’t let her. “Say it.”
“I love sex with girls!” With a scream, you start touching her harder, faster, deeper. She opens up and liquid starts pouring from her. She is ejaculating, covering your bed in her sweet juice. Panting, screaming, moaning, she is coming like she never has before. “Fuck me,” she cries. “Don’t stop.”
And you don’t, until she moans her last moan and pulls your hand away.
“You’ve soaked the bed.”
“I have?” She is shocked when she sees the puddle of liquid beneath her. “I didn’t know I could do that…”
“I guess you’ve been dating the wrong guys.”
“I guess I have,” she says with a smile. The gypsy pulls me up to her face and we kiss deeply.
“You should get going if you want to get started on your paper,” you say, teasing.
She looks at you with a cocked eyebrow and an embarrassed smile. “I think that can wait till later. Want to get breakfast?”
Holding her hand, you lead your gypsy girl to the shower.
XOXOXOXOXXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY OTHER EROTIC FICTION BY BLISS WARRIOR:
TOUCHING UNDER THE TABLE
WAKE ME UP WITH YOUR TONGUE
YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME
LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
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DEAREST BLISS WARRIORS –
THIS WEEK HAS BEEN FULL OF TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES.
MY MAILING LIST RECEIVED TWO BLOGS THAT WERE NOT FINISHED
AND NOT READY TO BE PUBLISHED. THIS WAS AN ACCIDENT AND I APOLOGIZE. IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THEM, PLEASE DELETE THEM. IF YOU DID READ THEM, PLEASE ACCEPT MY APOLOGIES AND TRY TO ERASE THEM FROM YOUR MEMORY. THE FINISHED BLOGS WILL BE POSTED NEXT WEEK. XOXOXOXXO BW
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CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL - PART TWO
Written by Miss Bliss on March 28, 2008 – 1:56 pm - A FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY
A LITTLE EROTIC FICTION TO HELP YOU SLEEP MORE SOUNDLY
MISSED CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL - PART ONE? CLICK HERE TO READ IT.
“Do you want to sit down?” She is standing nervously near the door, silently debating whether or not she should leave. Something about the small space of your studio apartment makes her anxious. Occasionally you catch her eyes looking at your full-size bed and you know she is weighing her options. You distract her thoughts by saying, “Let’s have another glass of wine, shall we?”
“It’s getting late…” The librarian wants to go home and stay safe inside her straight world, but the gypsy has not forgotten the passion on the roof experienced just a few moments before. She is obviously torn and the stress of her internal battle creates creases in her forehead.
“It’s not too late for one more drink.” Before she can say no, you go into the closet that is your kitchen and pour two glasses of red wine. Opening the refrigerator, you take out a box of strawberries, wash them and quickly arrange them in a bowl. Carefully balancing the two glasses and the bowl, you join her on the couch. She gingerly takes a glass and you place the strawberries on the foot locker that serves as a coffee table. “To friendship,” and you lift your glass for a toast.
She is quiet as she sips her wine. You let the silence grow as you eat strawberries. Casually, you move your leg close to hers, and let your leg brush against hers. She moves closer to you and you realize she wants to be seduced. She may be divided, unsure of what she wants, but she is still here. “May I kiss you again,” you ask.
She nods, unable to say a word. Taking the wine glass out of her hand and setting it next to yours on the table, you turn to her and kiss gently, slowly, savoring the taste of alcohol and fruit that lingers on her tongue.
Suddenly, as if a switch in her brain was turned, she pushes you back down on the couch and straddles your body. She doesn’t speak but aggressively kisses you, with such an ardent passion you cannot believe this is the same girl who only hours before told you she was “straight”. Her hands run up and down your arms, through your hair, as she begins pressing her hips into yours. She is drowning and you are oxygen and she cannot get enough of you.
She comes up onto her knees and begins unbuttoning her white shirt. As each button is undone, she stares into your eyes, enjoying you watching her. You wonder if she ever plays this role with her male lovers. Her bra is boring and functional - a t-shirt nude-colored bra designed to be invisible under clothing - but her breasts are so full and perky, she somehow makes the bra look inviting and sexy. Her stomach is flat with a shimmering jewel filling her belly button.
“You have a belly ring,” you ask as you touch it. More evidence of the passionate gypsy.
“Do you like,” she asks.
“I do.” Your fingers touch her soft belly, then move up her chest and until both of her breasts are in your hands. “Do you have any sense of how perfect your body is?” She shakes her head shyly and her hair moves around her shoulders. “You should be a lingerie model, that’s how stunning you are.”
Although she can’t look at you, she is smiling. Her hands find your shirt and she starts to pull it off. She wants to see you, too. “Oh, your bra is so pretty,” she exclaims as she sees the black embroidery. Like on the roof, she touches your breasts with utter fascination. She had no idea how amazing it is to feel the soft fullness of another woman’s breasts. Her hands go under the bra cups and she finds your nipples, already hard, already throbbing with desire and she pinches them. You moan and she says with delight, “You like that?”
“Darling, if you keep this up, I’m not going to be able to control myself.”
She pinches your nipples harder. Separating your legs, she moves her knee between them, and starts pressing her leg into you, making your clit vibrate with anticipation. She is daring you to take her, pushing to make it impossible to stop, and you are surprised that she - the girl virgin - the straight one - the novice - this girl is seducing you. Did she lie to you when she said she was straight? Has she been with other girls but can’t admit it? She must have played with girls before to be this assertive… or maybe, she’s just drunk. Will she pretend none of this happened when the sun rises?
But you let these questions go because she is distracting your body with desire. “Let’s move,” you say and you gesture to the bed. She gets up and gives you her hand to help you up. In bras and skirts, you hold each others’ hands as you walk to the bed.
“Lie on your back,” you command.
“I want you to lie on your back,” she says, deciding to stay the dominant lover.
“You have been with girls before. You must have.”
She shakes a finger no.
“But you are acting so…” You want to say, experienced, but before you do, she puts a finger to your lips to silence you, and gently pushes you back on the bed. She undoes your zipper and slides your skirt off. Standing, she turns her back to you and unzips her skirt. It falls to the floor elegantly and she steps out of it. Turning around, she is only in underwear, but she is more beautiful than you ever imagined. Tiny waisted, great legs, perfect breasts and a flat, shimmering belly, she is a goddess come alive and she is ready to devour you.
Crawling on top of you, she kisses you deeply. She slides down your body, letting her hair tickle your neck, your breasts, your tummy until her face pauses over your sex. Her fingers find the sides of your lace underwear and she begins to pull them off. “Wait,” you say and take her face in your hands. She looks up at you and smiles. When you were taking the lead, you felt confident and all-powerful; her sudden passion for you makes you feel shy and awkward. “Is this wha