A Second Life - Part 2

“Never been here before.” she replies.

She calls out to the bartender, “I’ll have whatever she’s having,” exactly like how they would say it in the movies.

When the drink arrives, she picks up the glass, turns to me and asks “To…?”

My first thought is peace on earth and goodwill to all men? No fucking way, that’s what Theresa would say, not Ashley. I have to come up with something cool and sexy. “To whatever the future may hold.”

“Swell,” she replies. We clink glasses and she throws her gin back in one gulp. She looks at me like she’s Lilith, silently teasing, follow if you dare? I succumb to her taunting eyes, and choke, turning bright red as the gin burns down the back of my throat.

When our glasses are empty, she signals to the bartender for another two. We chat, about anything and everything, about religion and how repressive it is to lesbians.
It is sinful,
It is not right,
God never intended sex be between woman and woman.
Blah, blah, crap, shit…
I tell her about my mother being a staunch Catholic, how we never agree on anything, about me running away by studying and working overseas, all true.

I ask her to tell me her life story, she says she’s visiting. I consider pressing for more details, but I don’t.
It’s refreshing;
it’s dangerous,
a real turn on
Talking to someone who can be the female equivalent of Hannibal Lecter.

She continues to ask about me, like she’s really interested; this is a new experience. Someone actually likes me. For that second, her honesty makes me want to confess, I’m not Ashley, I’m boring Theresa, a goody two shoes. The conversation, the booze, and her eyes are enough to make me dizzy. I lose myself in her gaze, tied, bound and gagged in her attention.

I have no idea what comes over me, the gin or my Ashley character taking over, but I pull her close, my lips finding hers. She doesn’t seem surprise by my move, but it isn’t long before she takes control. The kiss is deep, her tongue slipping inside my mouth, teasing me, eliciting a moan. I reached out, grabbing her hair, pulling her even closer.
I wanted to feel her against me.
Feel her body pressed against mine.

We make out for the better part of an hour, desperate tongues meet groping hands. I wait for the look of surprise I know will be coming when she discovers I’m not wearing any panties. She already knows I’m not wearing a bra. Her hands have kneading by boobs for the past 30 minutes, my nipples are hard and erect through my clingy dress.
Her hand reaches between my legs,
I willingly spread my thighs,
I feel her finger resting on my wet labia.

A evil grins spreads across her face, and
I feel her middle finger enter.
I gasp.
She starts thumbing my clit.
I buried my face in her neck.
“Ohhh fuck.” I moan.

“You read my mind.” she says.

I throw back the rest of my gin, “Let’s go.”

“Wait.” That is when she withdraws her fingers from my pussy and licks them. I almost collapse, my knees weak and wobbly.

On the street, the air feels cold. It is cold, and when it caresses the wet folds of my labia, I shiver. Not from the chill but anticipation of what’s to come. I feel exhilarated, excited. We continue kissing, stopping long enough for me to flag down a cab. The cab ride is less than ten minutes, during which our lips never separate and her hand never leaves my boobs. We break the embrace long enough to stagger into the building and up a flight of stairs.

We never made it into the apartment.

I sit in the darken stairwell, and spread my legs.
She kneels on a lower stair, and starts eating me.
Please don’t let her be Hannibal Lecter, I want to be eaten, just not cooked.

She is good, her tongue flicks at my clit, her fingers embed themselves into my wet cunt. She starts rimming me with her other hand. Juices leak from my pussy down towards my asshole, lubricating it. She starts drawing ever smaller circles around my anus.

I am on the edge, she knows that.
Suddenly she plunges in, both my holes are filled.
My orgasm is like a freight train, unstoppable.
My body shakes and shudders,
I cum and for the first time in my life,
I squirt.

The gush splashes across her face.
She moans her approval and opens her mouth to accept the second gush.
My entire body is shaking and shuddering.
I can’t stop.
She seals her lips around my cunt as a third gush violently released itself.
This time she almost chokes as she attempts to swallow it all…

I look at her face, streaked mascara runs down her cheeks, loving eyes stare back, the face of my beloved Lucy, willing to do anything, act out any of my ludicrous fantasies...