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Authors: Aimee Nichols

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‘What? Oh, come
on
.’ We weren’t here to discuss my nonexistent sex life,
especially not in front of Sabina. I was supposed to look
mysterious and alluring in front of her, damn it.

The twinkle in
Sabina’s eyes set off a slight smirk on her lips, and she leaned
forward over the table.

‘I bet if you
found the right person, someone who knew what she was doing, you
might change your mind. Perhaps you just need someone to show you
the way.’ Her eyes held mine in her magnetic gaze, which wasn’t
even broken by Kelly’s snort of ‘Hang on, are we talking about
fucking or religion here?’

‘Yeah, maybe,’
I said, and looked away. I didn’t want to look away, but I was
getting rather uncomfortable with everyone else around, and didn’t
dare even hope that Sabina was saying what I thought she might be
saying.

The rest of the
evening passed without controversy, and I managed to get slightly
buzzed without tipping over the brink into outright drunkenness.
The only other person who managed that, I noticed, was Sabina; Lou,
Kelly and Renee were all well and truly off their faces by the time
it began to look as though the bar staff might want to kick us
out.

We wandered out
onto the footpath together. Kelly jumped into a cab to head off
back to the eastern suburbs. Lou and Renee were sharing a ride to
inner city Prahran. Sabina had offered that, since we lived two
suburbs away from each other in the north, we could share a cab. We
let Lou and Renee grab the next cab that came along, and waited a
few minutes in companionable, if slightly nervous on my part,
silence. Sabina noted a cab a few blocks away and stepped on the
road to hail it. When she was satisfied she’d caught the driver’s
attention, she stepped back onto the footpath next to me. She
looked me full in the face, her dark eyes questioning, and said ‘I
meant what I said before. About showing you the ropes. What do you
say?’

I looked at
her, shocked and thrilled and hardly able to believe what I was
hearing. There was my chance right there.

I took it.

 

She was
grasping my hand so tightly I wondered if she’d been waiting for
this for as long as I had. At the front door, she fumbled with her
keys, muttering ‘Shit!’ as she accidentally dropped them back in
her bag, but not letting go of my hand. I was enjoying her grip and
the faint coating of sweat developing between our palms too much to
let go of her hand myself, and I certainly wasn’t going
anywhere.

She found the
keys and managed to get the door unlocked, shooting me a look of
pure triumph that made me giggle. I followed her down the hall as
she switched on the lights and discarded her bag and jacket. Her
house was one of those cute little single-storey terraces so common
to the inner suburbs, but she’d decorated it with an eclectic mix
of classic furniture and Sapphic art prints. I caught sight of the
titles on her bookshelf and conjectured that she either lived alone
or wasn’t too worried about housemates ‘borrowing’ her lesbian
erotica.

Together in the
lounge room, we paused and looked at each other. She ran a hand
through her hair, her curls bobbing everywhere. Then she strode
across the room and grabbed me, pulling me into her, crushing her
breasts against mine in a more forcefully sexual echo of our
earlier embrace.

And then she
kissed me.

I’ve been a fan
of the kiss for a long time. A good kiss has always had the power
to send sparks of electricity straight to every erogenous zone in
my body. Sabina’s lips were soft but her mouth was insistent,
hungry, and as her hands came up to grasp my face, her tongue
invaded my mouth, twisting and exploring and making me
unconsciously melt against her, leaning my weight against her body,
surrendering to her will and the power of that tongue.

She broke away
long enough to push me down on the couch, and climbed on top of me.
Her weight pinned me down into the softness of the couch, her
softness pressing into me. She tilted my face up, lying slightly
sideways so that her breasts rested under my chin. She continued to
kiss me and I kissed back, exploring her mouth as she was exploring
mine, taking smug pleasure in the staccato moans of which she was
obviously completely unconscious. I reached up and ran my hand over
her breast, thrilling as I found her erect nipple. I slid the flat
of my palm across the curving expanse of her breast, and then ran
my fingernails over her nipple. She kissed me harder, and ran her
hand up my shirt in response. My already aroused nipples got
harder, anticipating her touch, and I wasn’t disappointed. She
grasped my left nipple between her thumb and forefinger and
pinched. Hard. I gasped, and she broke our kiss to smile down at
me, that knowing twinkle back in her eye.

I tugged at her
shirt. ‘I have to see your breasts,’ I said, which surely has to be
the smoothest line since ‘Come here often?’ but I wasn’t exactly at
my most cerebral at that point. She obliged, tugging her shirt off
and reaching around behind her to undo her bra. I drank in the
sight of her full, heavy breasts, then pulled her to me and took a
nipple in my mouth, kneading the other breast with my hand and
tweaking her nipple.

‘Fair’s fair,’
she said, yanking my shirt up. I sat up and pulled it over my head,
then removed my own bra. She took a breast in each hand, kneading
my plentiful flesh as I continued to suck her nipple. Shortly her
hands moved lower, exploring the plane of my stomach, gently
running her fingertips over my skin, provoking it into gooseflesh.
I couldn’t help a quick intake of breath as she slid her hand under
the waistband of my jeans. Her breasts pressed against my face as
she leaned to follow her hand. I revelled in their size, their
weight, and her softness, the smell of her now a thousand times
more potent than it had been earlier in the night. I reached up and
traced patterns across her skin, following the lead she had taken
with my body. Her hand found the waistband of my knickers and kept
going.

I tried to bite
back the gasp that threatened to erupt from my throat as her
questing fingers gently stroked my outer labia, then pushed between
them, discovering my wetness. I gave an involuntary moan as she
found my clit and stroked it in circles. She smiled down at me,
smug. I slid my hand down her pants, and delighted in the forest of
curls that greeted me. Further along I came to her own wetness,
slick and welcoming, and my mouth watered at the thought of how she
would taste. We lay, rubbing and exploring and teasing, and she
bent down to kiss me, our mouths locked in a desperately passionate
embrace. I paused only so that I could undo her pants and shuck
them down around her thighs. The sight of her thick lush pubic hair
with her lips shyly poking out underneath, protected by her broad
strong thighs, made me moan again. I put my hand back on her pussy
and inserted two fingers inside her, slowly exploring her warmth.
She tightened around me, and her exploration of me became more
vigorous. I changed position slightly, so I could continue
finger-fucking her and rub her clit with my thumb without causing
severe wrist damage.

‘That feels
good,’ she said, staring into my eyes, pupils wide. Our faces were
level and I could see myself reflected in the shiny darkness of her
eyes. ‘That feels really good.’ I smiled at her and upped my
efforts. Three fingers. Faster thumb action. We were silent, but
our bodies spoke for us, unable to get enough of one another’s
skin. Still stimulating her with my hand, I kissed my way down her
body and she undulated against me. I moved lower and lower down
until eventually I tasted her.

She moaned
something that sounded like ‘yeaaaaah,’ and suddenly her hand was
on the back of my head, gently but firmly guiding me, my tongue on
her clit, pubic hair against my face, and still plunging and
gyrating my fingers inside her tight wet cunt. She grabbed a
handful of my hair and yanked, and it took all my self-control not
to yelp and pull away. She started to pant and grind against me and
I realised she was about to come. I allowed myself a brief moment
of smugness – hey, I like to achieve worthwhile goals as much as
the next girl – then took her hard little clit in my mouth, sucking
it in like a delectable morsel. She continued to grind against me,
and after a moment I went back to licking circles around her
clit.

She let out a
howl and came, drenching my hand and my chin. I got even more
excited then, because to me, making a girl ejaculate is quite a
compliment, in addition to being a cool feat in itself, and I kept
licking her until she pushed me away, smiling.

‘I get
sensitive after amazing head, darling.’

‘I bet you say
that to all the girls.’ What can I say, I’m a line machine. Thank
god it didn’t occur to me to ask if she came here often.

She laughed,
and leaned over to lick her juices off my face. I licked back,
which did nothing but spread them around more.

She moved off
the couch, smiling at me as she absent-mindedly licked the juice
from around her mouth. ‘Stay here.’

‘Where are you
going?’

She grinned,
and this time the devilish twinkle had brought reinforcements.

‘I’m going to
get what I wanted to show you all along.’

I waited,
resisting the urge to see to my throbbing pussy myself, preferring
instead to alternate between fantasizing about what had just been
and what was yet to come.

A couple of
minutes later I heard her padding back down the hall. She entered
the room complete with strap-on, the silicone cock standing proudly
out from her groin. I gaped. I think up until then I’d not really
believed that she was determined to set me straight, as it were,
about the joys of being fucked by a hot girl with an ever-hard
cock.

Strangely
enough, I suddenly found myself very eager to learn whatever lesson
Sabina thought fit to teach me. I sat up, the better to take her
in. She stood still in the doorway, naked flesh luminous, curve
running into curve running into curve. The sturdy leather harness
hugged low on her hips and clung tight to the tops of her thighs.
The royal blue dildo was short and thick and more realistically
designed than I’d been expecting to see; it had a slight upward
curve and a realistic head. I was surprised by her choice of dildo,
actually; she didn’t look like the sort of girl who’d have a short,
fat little cock. I’d imagined her (yes, I’d imagined her and her
kit, I admit it, when the conversation at the bar had started to
lull) as having a longer, thinner cock, possibly in a lovely shade
of lesbian lavender. I know. I’m all cliché, all the time.

‘You like?’

‘Yes,’ I
breathed. Then I found my voice and, with more bravado than I
actually felt, given that I was about to take part in a sex act
that up until a couple of hours ago I hadn’t believed anyone
actually did, and one that I certainly thought I’d never do, said
‘why don’t you come over here and show me what you do with it?’

She strode over
and stepped up onto the couch, standing over me so that I could see
her pussy lips pouting out from between the leather straps that
went around each leg. Her cock loomed over me, ready and insistent.
She got down on her knees, a leg either side of me. I shuffled up
onto my elbows and returned her gaze as she stared at me.

‘Stay there,
sweetie.’ Her mouth twisted in a wry smile. ‘I’m going to come to
you.’

‘It’s like
Sabina’s Mobile Cock Service.’

‘Exactly.’

She grasped my
legs and pulled them up, moving them so one was either side of her.
She shuffled closer to me on her knees. Staring at me intently, she
rolled a condom over the shaft of the dildo, and then opened the
little bottle of lube she’d brought with her and squeezed a dollop
into her hand, rubbing it over the dildo as though she were
masturbating. She leaned over me.

‘Are you
ready?’

I wasn’t
exactly sure if I was, but I said ‘yes’. She seemed to sense my
hesitance, and leaned forward more until she was leaning over me,
and when her lips met mine she kissed me deeply and passionately. I
felt my head begin to swim – the dildo was prodding my lower
stomach, and the smell of her filled my nostrils, musky and
warm.

She broke the
kiss and moved back, trailing her fingers down my chest, pausing to
tweak my nipples, which immediately stood even further to
attention.

She brought her
body down so that she was almost on top of me, and supported her
weight with one arm as the other reached down to grasp her cock. I
braced myself for the penetration. I wasn’t sure why I was so
nervous – it’s not like I haven’t slept with men before, so a cock
was not an entirely alien thing – but I started to relax when I
felt the dildo nudging against my pussy lips. She found my clit and
rubbed the head against it, with the right pressure and movement to
make me gasp. I tilted my pelvis up to meet her ministrations, and
was rewarded with a cocked eyebrow that was offset by the warmth in
her smile.

‘How are you
liking it so far?’

‘It’s…great,’ I
managed. My pussy was responding to the ministrations of her cock
and my powers of thought were starting to retreat, sensing defeat.
I could feel myself begin to clench as my clitoris responded more
and more to the pressure of her cock. Her breasts hung in front of
me, and she was beginning to sweat slightly. I reached up and took
a breast in each hand, squeezing her nipples gently. She
moaned.

‘I want to be
inside you.’

My pussy
responded before my brain had even processed what she said.

‘Yes,’ I
finally managed.

She eased
herself into me. The cock felt thicker than I’d thought, and I
could feel it push against the walls of my cunt, questing deeper
inside me. She pushed further in, until I felt the pressure of her
leather-clad pelvis against me and knew she was in all the way. We
held the position for a moment, then slowly she began to withdraw.
I caught myself whimpering, again completely unconsciously. She
laughed, sweetly but with the slight edge of one who’s definitely
won the sex war and is preparing to take all spoils.

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