a maiden's monologue.

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sex club.

Though I'm blinded temporarily by the headlights, I think I see your thick silhouette behind the wheel, approaching the curb of my apartment building.  I shift in my heels, and adjust my short skirt.

Already, I feel the muscles in between my legs engage.  I'm beyond excited to meet you for the first time, and apparently, in more ways than one.  I don't know exactly what the night is going to hold, but I have a pretty good idea.  The car stops promptly in front of me, and a tinted window rolls down just enough for you to deliver the command, "Get in, Slut."
Before long, we pull up to Oasis Aqualounge.  I knew it.  I knew it, and yet, I still wonder if I'm really ready.  You lead the way with authority, as if you've been here many times before, as I follow sheepishly, though curiously, behind.  We walk through several poorly attended rooms, in which people are just having drinks and chatting, as I start to gain some confidence, thinking that this place isn't all it's cracked up to be.  
"This way, Slut."  You lead me upstairs, as I realize where the real party is.  Everywhere I look, there's various bodies in various states of undress, engaged in various types of sex, and my hungry eyes quickly lap it up as we keep pace towards our destination.  An attractive, slim girl is receiving oral beneath a latex skirt, as she bends deeply over the back of a couch.  Two older woman kiss passionately while groping each others' lace covered, falling breasts.  A hunky, tanned man grinds against an equally tanned woman with fake tits, which barely move as they fuck.  Several men hold themselves in their own hands, pants spayed open at the hips, stroking off while they watch.  We pass by them all too quickly for my mind to process the shock of what I'm seeing.  
"Keep up, Slut," I hear, a little far away.  I realize I'm falling behind, but I mange to spot your intimidating figure one room ahead.  And, the room is completely red. 
Red vinyl couches, red walls, and in the room's epicentre, an oversized red bed, complete with red plastic sheets.  You sit, fully clothed, amongst several writhing bodies.  As I realize that this is our final destination, my face begins to burn in renewed nervousness, matching the scarlet decor perfectly.  
"Come here, Slut.  Show me what you've got."  My pussy starts to clench, throbbing with my accelerating pulse, as I walk towards you, the clicking of my heels barely audible over the moans of pleasure and squeaking latex.  You spread your knees so that I can slot myself in between them, and you place your large hands on my hips.  They drift down slightly to my naked thighs, then back up to my skirt to feel up my naked ass.  You clench it in your powerful grip, and I feel the pull of pleasure in my pussy.  I glance around the room, relieved and encouraged that no one seems to be paying attention.  Most people are invested in their own interactions, I think, confidently, wondering what the big deal is anyhow.  You lift my skirt, putting my ass on display, and I feel a rush.  You continue to knead it in your fists, and my pussy aches to be touched next.  Luckily, you let me have it.  
You encourage me to get on top, so that I straddle you, standing over you with a heel digging into the couch on either side of your lap.  With my skirt lifted up over my hips, you pull my pussy towards your face, as I relax onto it.  I feel your warm, wet tongue probes my folds, and I feel myself drip onto your cleanly shaven face.  I see you unzip your fly beneath me, and begin to openly stroke yourself as you suck me.  You smack my ass suddenly, loudly.  If they weren't looking before, they most certainly are now.  
You continue to drive your face into my pussy, and in act of total abandon, I remove my shirt.  You reach up to grab my naked breasts, making me join the chorus, sending an ecstatic moan up into the room.  I feel the urge to bear down, as you mercilessly flick your tongue against my clit.  You want me to come.  You want me to come in front of all these people, and it strikes me both as incredibly hot, and painfully cruel.  
Knowing my weakness, one of your large fingers starts to probe my asshole, using the combination of lube and spit to coat them before going in.  I feel my face flush scarlet again, at the thought of someone, multiple people, watching me come.  I clench my eyes shut, feeling the flutter, but completely unable to stop it.  I groan wildly through gritted teeth, trying to stifle the sound of me coming all over your face.  In a public place.

"You've been a good girl tonight, Slut," you say out the car window, after you drop me off at my apartment.  
"Thank you, Sir," I respond obediently.  I want to ask when we can do it again, which club we'll try next... So many ideas flood my mind.  But, I know a good sub shouldn't ask questions, so I just bite my lip, and wave goodbye.  I see your car turn the corner, and suddenly, it's gone.  

friend date (part three).

Bethany kisses me deeply on the mouth, and I think of how I like to taste myself on Mark's lips after he goes down on me.  I'd stop now, content with finally satisfying my curiosity, having finally tasted a woman.  But, I fondly think of how enthusiastic he is with my interest in girls, and how he seemed to have planned the outcome of this entire night.  How he'll get off when I relay the story to him later.  The story of me coming wildly on Bethany's face.  

Eager to return the favour, she moves quickly.  She wetly kisses down my neck, to my nipples, and my torso, not spending more than a moment or two on each.  I barely have a chance to moan or groan, as she's already moved on, planting aggressive kisses on my mound; and I push back, lifting my hips to meet her mouth with each one.  She forcibly splits my legs, placing them on either of her shoulders, and I feel the muscles in my pussy strain for this lustful lady.  Right away, she presses her face hard against me that I feel myself bearing down.  Her tongue and lips move so quickly and forcefully over me, that I can't even tell what she is doing; it's just a wall of pleasure that at the moment, completely defies explanation.  Before long, I stop trying to wrap my head around describing it later to Mark, and just give myself over to the vibrator-like intensity.  I suddenly open up, and already feel the urge.  Push.  Relax.  Yes, fuck...  Do it for Marky.  He wants you to.  He wants you to come for Beth.  All over her pretty little face.  I feel it again, and don't shy away this time.  I groan and release, bucking on her mouth, feeling like all the muscles in my body are contracting at once.  

She joins me, just like I did before her, and we lay beside each other, breathing heavily for a couple magical minutes.  

"But, really, I want a friend more than anything," I joke. 

"Haha!"  She laughs.  "Yeah, me too!"

"Really!"  I say, emphatically.  "We should, like, grab a movie or something next.  Anything."  She looks at me seriously, considering. 

"Okay," she smiles.  And, I feel good.  So very good.   

friend date (part two).

Too drunk to drive, we hail a cab, and find ourselves suddenly silent in the backseat.  My breath catches in my throat, and my mind is racing as fast as the taxi.  Instead, I nervously reach for her hand, fingers loosely lacing in hers.  I dare only peek out of the corner of my eye, so I can't see her reaction exactly, but she doesn't pull away.  Even though my hands are slightly numb, I can still tell that much.

When we arrive, she kicks off her sandals, throws her purse on the floor, and unties her hair in one fluid motion.  Her apartment is small and messy, which Bethany quickly apologizes for.  "I've been working double shifts all week!  I usually only have the time to strip, and fall into bed at the end of the night."

"Strip, eh?" I tease, ready to stop all this talking.  "Now who's flirting?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she smiles coyly.  "I'm just telling you about perfectly mundane activities, and you're the one who keeps dreaming up fantastic circumstances..."

"CirCUMstances?  How am I expected to react when you talk like this?"

"Haha," she laughs. "You're ridiculous!"

"RiDICKulous."

"Stop it!"  She teases, trying to breathe in between giggling gasps.

"Well, what can I say?  It's hard to keep my mind out of the gutter, looking at you," I say, letting her watch me ogle her a moment.  Her chest heaves from laughing, breasts bouncing with every breath.  Her neck invites me to taste it, reflecting its soft creaminess in the lamplight.  I remember the smell of her soap, and long to bury my face in her skin.  My heart pounds in my ears as I step towards her, my pelvis leading the way.

She lets out a long sigh, finally catching her breath.  "Oh, really." 

"Really," I counter, looking at Bethany's beautiful blue eyes, almost close enough to touch noses.  I loosely lock my hands in hers again, and lean slightly forward, eyes cast down at her soft, succulent lips.  I want to feel them on me; feel her small mouth open on my skin; I want it so badly that I feel myself beginning to salivate.  But, that's not the only thing becoming wet. 

"I want to kiss you," I inform her, suddenly solemn.  She doesn't utter an answer, but instead her lips part, subtly smiling, so that only the corners of her mouth curl.  I feel her sweet breath on my face, as she slowly leans in, and softly places her plump, pouty lips against mine.  Her hands come alive simultaneously, grasping my hands in hers, as she opens her mouth, encouraging me in.  I delicately reciprocate the pressure, politely parting my lips as if asking her tongue to dance.  

Then, I feel my pelvis take the lead as before, pressing impatiently against her, and feeling her warmth through my jeans.  Her hair flutters in the breeze from electric fan, and I feel a similar wave through my body, intensity spreading through the pleasant pressure on my pussy.  My mouth moves from her lips to her warm, creamy neck, and I devour it.  Her fresh, subtle scent surrounds me.  The soft, breathy moans in my ear make my pussy tingle further, muscles tensing and coming alive as if they're reaching out to her, wanting her for their own.  I want her to remove her shirt, lifting it to feel her soft sides, and she pulls it over her head, hair catching momentarily, then dramatically cascading back over her shoulders, like it was choreographed.  

Her bound breasts are begging to be let free, barely contained in a cotton sports bra.  I kiss the cramped cleavage between them, letting my tongue slide sexily in the crevice, having never had the pleasure of touching a girl with breasts this big.  The thin material allows me to fondle her nipples with my thumbs as my mouth wanders back to her neck, then back to her wet, wanting mouth.  We kiss again, as I venture to knead a large breast in my small grip, but I quickly retreat back to the nipple, requiring two of my hands to properly fondle just one.  I remove my own shirt, savouring her warm skin against mine for the first time.  I feel a shiver, I crave the warmth so intensely, and long to bathe myself in it, wrapping myself completely in her.  I sandwich our breasts together, our torsos, even thighs, overpowering her slightly so that I back her towards the edge of the bed, inch by inch.  My tongue boldly plunges into her small mouth, as if pointing the way.

Bethany sits under me, breath laboured, and I struggle to remove my jeans, bending over her and shimmying them over my hips, kicking them quickly to the floor.  She lay back, lifting her hips to remove her skirt, and I take a place beside her, each in our bra and underwear, now.  Hers a sports bra and cotton, full bottomed panties, and I in a mismatched lace set.  I glance downward to make sure my thong isn't soaked through with wetness, my face flushed prematurely.  My eyes turn to her natural loveliness, while she turns towards me, on her side, accentuating a shapely hip.  One of my hands traces her outline, from her soft shoulder, down her delicate arm, to the valley of her waist.  She smiles seductively, and reaches out to do the same.

The contact of her hand through my hair, relaxes me so that I melt into the bed under her touch.  But, I soon brace myself against the sheets, as if using it for leverage.  She moves slightly over me, and I close my eyes, letting her hand drift over my skin, now goose pimply with anticipation.  I feel my pussy straining again, as if it has a mind of its own, begging to be touched.  Her hand lightly moves over me, almost hovering with sensual energy, pausing momentarily over the parts that make my back arch into it.  My nipples noticeably harden through my bra, and I reach around to unclasp it.  Free and anticipating, my small tits try to find her elusive grasp.  I remove my underwear as well, wanting to restrict myself no further.  

She moves over me, suddenly kissing me on the mouth with loose, luscious lips, and pressing her feminine figure into mine.  My knee lifts, my leg wrapping around her, and pulling her into me.  I feel my shaved pussy smear against her hip, my bare folds so sharply sensitive that I almost pull away.  She pushes her cotton underwear down only partially, down to her shapely thighs, wanting to feel herself against me as well.  I feel her small, blonde bush straddle my thigh, and my nipples freshly harden, rubbing against the thin material of her bra.  Our lips meet, parted in pleasure, breathing and moaning into each other's mouths.  I loosen my grip on the sheets, and grab her body instead.  Cupping her round ass in my hand, I pull her pelvis against me, my wetness covering her now glistening hip.  I lift my knee even further, sliding my clit over her silky skin.  Her legs remain pinned by her panties, but she continues to press her trimmed bush against me, softly moaning into the sheets by my shoulder.  

I straddle her, suddenly wanting her very badly, and I know exactly what it is that I want.  The two times I've slept with women, I've been accompanied by Mark, and he was usually between us.  But, not for lack of desire for the women, or any selfishness on Mark's part.  I kissed them enthusiastically, played with their breasts, even enjoyed touching their pussies, one even to orgasm.  I think I was too shy to go one step further, though, especially with someone watching.  For whatever reason, the assertive pickup artist disappeared once we got to the bedroom, despite my aching curiosity.  So it has remained, that I've always wanted to know what it was like to go down on a woman.  And, I think to myself, tonight's the night I'm going to find out.  

I peel her bra up over her sizeable tits, and they fall attractively to the sides.  I follow them, happy at the chase, moving back and forth to suck and flick each nipple with my tongue, in turn.  Bethany's hand goes to my hair again, which has an extreme calming effect on me.  I move southerly, kissing her ribs, down her hip bones, to the crevice beside her trimmed blond mound.  I make believe I can smell her already, and perhaps I can.  I knead her mons with my hand, as I continue to kiss her creamy thighs, and I can feel her pressing back into it.  I position myself below her, trying to stay fluid in motion, kissing her inner thighs, and she quite naturally opens her legs.  I lick the precious pale skin of her thigh now, as my palm presses against her fleshy mound.  From here, I take a moment to look at her.  Similar to mine, but different, folds once tucked neatly below her, now pretty and puffy, pink and engorged for me.  I lick my lips, and venture for her clit.  My hand assists, pulling upwards and pressing against pubic bone, just how I like it.  The tip of my tongue tickles the most delicate of folds near the top.  She moans, encouraging me.  Little does she know, I need very little. 

I bat the hardening little bead with the tip of my tongue, close my lips around it, give a little bit of suction, lick it with a wide, flat tongue.  She arches her back, exposing her tits to me, and grips the sheets.  I moan without realizing it.  Her taste is creamy and mild, like an extension of the rest of her skin, and I feel myself getting wet pleasing her.  My hand drifts to her opening, finding that she is streaming, too.  I tease her with my fingers, and her hips start to tilt, thrusting towards my hand, telling me something.  Her moisture begins to coat my face, and I relish it.  I lick downwards, mopping up the liquid and depositing it on her aching clit.  She continues to strain for my touch, and I give her what she wants.  I lay my fingers at her opening, and her fluids seem to draw me in.  Warm, swollen, and succulent, her walls hug my two fingers, until I find her soft, spongy g-spot.  

Liquid from my mouth and her pussy stream onto the sheets, coating my hand in the process, and I imagine my pussy dripping at the same time.  I massage her g-spot with the tips of my fingers, and my pelvis yearns for the same thing.  Suddenly, she grabs my hair, and I know this is it.  I lick her with vigour, careful to keep a steady rhythm, pulling on her hood, and wiggling the tips of my fingers inside.  For a moment, I sympathetically feel the familiar tug on my own g-spot, and I realize that I'm humping the corner of the bed.  I groan, and she accompanies me, buckling down and pulling my face towards her.  She breathes for a moment, then tenses again, pushing and bearing down on my hand.  Then, in one glorious moment, she cries out, curling forward.  I feel her pussy pulsate, twitching, and I wait until she's stopped before withdrawing.  Flopping backwards, and sighing, I carefully remove my fingers, and discreetly wipe my face on the bedspread.  She breathes heavily, and giggles softly, looking at me.  

But, it's not over. 

stepfather.

Sometimes, my stepfather comes into my room at night.

Ever since my eighteenth birthday, I've been noticing a change in his attitude towards me.  For most of high school, it seemed like my he and mother couldn't get me out of the house fast enough; eagerly looking forward to the time that I would go away to college, but something's changed.  Recently I noticed his lingering gaze or hand on my arm, and he begun to suggest that I go to a local college, or even take a couple years off to think about what I really want to do.  Then, he started this new, weird routine of visiting me in my room late at night.

At first, it started off with my step dad sitting on the edge of the bed, tucking me in for bed.  He would thoughtfully draw the covers up over me, patting the tented fabric down around my body.  Though it was kind of sweet to be finally connecting with my new step father, we both realized the awkwardness of this scene, one night when he asked if I wanted him to read from a book he brought.

"I'm a little too old for that, Daddy," I had taken to calling him, as of late, at his recent suggestion.  

"This book is for grown ups, though," he went on.  "That a girl your age should read."

"Alright.  Well, maybe I can read it on my own," I suggest, not wanting to make him feel silly.  Especially since it seems so important to him.  

"That would be just fine," he replied, handing me the book, entitled, A Guide To Womanhood.  Immediately the title strikes me curious.  Maybe it will reveal some of the questions I have about becoming an adult, that I'm too embarrassed to ask my mom or step dad.  I feel my face blush crimson.  Like questions about sex.  

As soon as my step father leaves the room, I turn on the bedside lamp, and discreetly open the secret book.  And there, plain as day, are drawings of men and women's anatomy, from penises to vaginas.  I enthusiastically read on, the words describing everything from menstruation, masturbation, to intercourse, to pregnancy.  So many questions I have are answered, but it only gives birth to a hundred more.  And, most of all, I still don't know what it all feels like.  I sleepily look up at the clock, and hours have passed since I first laid my gaze on the tawdry pages.  I rub my eyes, and shut off the light, thinking I see something scurry outside my bedroom door. 

The next night, my step father tucks me in before bed, as per our newfound routine.  "Now, did you take a look at the book I gave you?"

"Yes, Daddy," I answer, feeling myself blush, at the thought of the sacred book's content.

"And, did you have any questions about anything?"  Oh, gosh.  A hundred.  But, I nervously bite my lip.

"I don't know."

"No?"

"I can't remember any."

"I see.  But, I'm sure you were curious about the things you read."  I nod.  A pregnant pause.  "Well, if you think of any, Daddy's here," he says softly, patting my leg, only the thin sheet between our touch.  Again, I notice him lingering, his warm, large hand emanating heat, even through the thin material.  I feel his eyes on me, but I avert mine, nervously.  After a moment, he takes the cue, and stands to leave.  I have an urge to call him back; to tell him that I do have questions, that I didn't mean to hurt his feelings, but I hear the door click shut behind him.  I click the lights off, adjust to lie on my side, and I notice something.  I'm a little wet in between my legs.  I take a tissue and wipe myself, thinking that I might have gotten my period suddenly, but the tissue remains white as snow.  Also, I notice a very pleasant sensation as I do so.  Remembering what I've learned from the book, I realize that I must be in a state of arousal.  Maybe this is what it means to be a woman, I think, as I suddenly notice parts of my body that I haven't paid much attention to in the past.  

He doesn't visit me for two nights; by then I finish the book, and go back and read it all over again.  I'm tucked in bed, the book beside me, wondering if I scared him off, when I hear the door softly click open.  I can't help but smile, I'm so relieved.  

"Hi sweetheart.  Thought I'd stop in to say goodnight."  I make room in the bed, and he joins me, this time resting his legs up on the bed, as well.  I feel the heat of his body against me, and I kick the sheets off of me, so that we are right next to each other.  My thigh touches his; both of us ready for bedtime in our t-shirts and underwear.  I feel a tingle between my legs, not able to keep the pictures and diagrams from the book out of my head.  For some reason, I think of the picture of a man's erect penis, and my eyes dart to his boxers, wondering now about my step father's.  "What have you been up to?"

"I've been... reading," I offer, feeling the familiar sensation of a blushing face.

"The book I gave you?"

"Yes," I admit.  He laughs, jovially.

"Yes, I was quite interested in things like that when I was your age!"

"You were?"

"Oh, yes.  I masturbated daily.  Sometimes, more than once a day."  My jaw drops in shock, recalling the explicit description of male masturbation in the book.  But, it's accompanied but a sensation of relief.  That it's okay to talk about.  That it's normal.  That it's a part of growing up.

"Lately, I thought about..."  I trail off, despite the burst of confidence, getting suddenly shy.

"Thought about what?"  

"I don't know.  Stuff from the book."

"Well, that's good, sweetheart.  You're around that age.  Is there anything you wanted to ask me?  You know I'm here to help."  I think about the last time he asked me that question, and how I couldn't make myself answer.  Well, two days older and two read-throughs wiser, I swallow, and pipe up.

"I want to know... about sex."

"Yes?"

"I mean... I read about it.  But, I want to know what it's like."

"Yes, it doesn't really do it justice on paper," he laughs, but I feel more serious about the subject.

"Like... how does it feel?"

"It feels... well, it's hard to describe.  It's different for everyone, I suppose."  He gestures with a hand, and it lands on my bare thigh.  The heaviness of his hand is so distracting, that I don't hear anything else.  I see my nipples harden through my t-shirt, and cross my arms to cover them.  I remember what I read in the book about female arousal, and recognize the symptoms in myself, for the first time, right now.  Flushed face, genitals engorged, sensitive skin.  The desire to be touched.  

I picture the hand on my thigh moving slightly between my legs, but I can't even fathom what that would feel like.  I long to grab his hand, and force it there, but my extreme uncertainly about this new thing called sex stops me.  But it's normal, I hear him say in my mind.  And he wants me to be open with him about it.  If there's anyone I should do things like that with, it's him.  Right?  I wish I could ask.  

Before I know it, he's patted me on the head, said goodnight, and is almost out the door.  "Wait," I hear myself say.

"Yes, sweetheart?" He says, approaching the bed.   

"Could I have a goodnight kiss?"  There's an expression on his face that I can't exactly read; like there's something going on inside him that I can't see.  Or maybe, it's something on the outside, but still hidden from view.  He slowly sits on the edge of the bed again, and my heart beats so heavily, that he must be able to hear it.  My mouth is slightly open, as if already taking him in, and I tilt my head back, anticipating.  He leans down to me, unsure of where to kiss me, but I show him pretty quickly where I want it.  Something comes over me, and my hand creeps up to his neck, directing his head closer, and his lips to mine.  

His lips are tight at first, but I relax mine, opening my mouth a little, like I've seen girls do in movies.  He immediately follows suit, and I feel his warm tongue enter my mouth.  The intensity of having someone's tongue inside me, makes me very wet between the legs.  I can tell even without touching, because I feel the muscles coming alive down there, almost like they are contracting, wanting to reach out or take something in.  My entire body feels different, in fact; I suddenly feel parts of me energize, like my nipples, my neck, my skin, my... pussy.  I feel like this body isn't mine.  It's his.

He slowly lays down with me, kind of beside me and on top of me at the same time, and I feel his weight against my side.  I feel his stubble against my face as we kiss, and I feel his large leg drift around mine.  I feel something else, too.  I feel the hard thing between his legs that I now know to be his erection.  I picture the diagram from the pages, the one with the plump head, thick shaft, and bulging veins; and I think I can imagine how it would feel inside me now, as my hips naturally tilt forward, pussy engorged and wanting it.  His large hands grab my unbound breasts through my t-shirt, and I feel the tingly tightening again between my legs.  I let my jaw relax into his, and his tongue explores my mouth, then drifts down my neck.  I hear myself utter a small sound, but Daddy's hand goes to my lips, silencing me.  He could do just this all night, as far as I'm concerned, and I altogether realize what those bruise marks were on the girls' necks at school.  I can't believe I never knew about this until now.  All those years spent wastefully concentrating on other marks; the ones on paper.  

He skips my clothed breasts, instead moving his mouth to my bare stomach, where he discreetly lifts the t-shirt.  He also peels down my underwear a little bit, and I feel my pussy produce that mysterious clear substance in anticipation of... I don't even know what.  He wetly kisses my hips, and I feel equally as wet between my legs.  Then, he does something surprising.  He pulls my underwear right down, exposing my naked lower half, which is just as embarrassing as it is arousing.  Even more alarmingly, he puts his mouth on me.  But, not as delicately as it sounds.  He sloppily licks and sucks at my glistening folds, making a wet mess of himself, and the bed.  I feel such an intense pressure on my genitals, that it's almost like when I have to pee.  But, before long, I stop caring about anything else.  I stop thinking about how embarrassingly wet I am, how I must taste and smell, and keep telling myself that it's all normal.  But, how could this be normal?  Are all real women getting their dripping wet pussies practically devoured by men?  It's hard to fathom.  But, if it's true, then I'm glad to enter into womanhood. But, how awkward that we are all bound by this dirty, sloppy secret called sex.

As if that isn't enough, he removes his own underwear, finally revealing the thing.  Thicker and longer than I expected, it bows under its own weight, slightly to one side.  The tips leaks out a droplet of clear liquid, similar to my own, but he doesn't seem shameful of it at all.  Maybe I will learn not to be, as well.  I have so much to learn.  He lay on top of me, though holding his weight on his elbows, and I feel his erection touch my sensitive pussy.  We kiss again and I welcome his mouth into me, but his penis doesn't go in quite yet.  In fact, it feels like he can't find my opening, as it fumbles around my wetness for a while.  I thrust forward, trying to angle myself appropriately, but it continues to slide over my lubricated folds.  He almost drives me crazy with the anticipation, until I realize that that's the whole point of this particular dance.  He knows exactly what he's doing; of course he does, and as soon as I realize it, he slips in.  

"Thatta girl," he utters, lifting himself onto his hands now, but I wish we continued to kiss, as a distraction.  I wish he was back on top of me; I liked that, liked the closeness. I suddenly feel tense and tight, and self conscious of him looking down at me.  As opposed to before, where I could feel everything, now I can't seem to feel much at all.  "Good girl," he says again.  "You're taking that really good for your first time."

"Yeah?"  I ask, encouraged by the compliment.  He knows it's my first time.  He'll take care of me.

"Yeah.  You're really good at taking Daddy's cock."  

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, sweetheart.  You're Daddy's good little girl, aren't you?"  He seems to be enjoying it, and begins to give me more, a little faster, like something's come over him.  His face contorts, and small grunts make their way past his prickly lips.  He thrusts fast and short, then almost seems to move in slow motion, as he pulls his cock out of me, cries out as if in pain, and squirts into my stomach.  It's unlike the clear liquid from before, and has a salty smell.  This sex thing sure is messy.  I almost want to laugh at its absurdity.  

"Was that good?" I ask, still looking for answers about how sex feels, because I'm not sure I did it right. 

"Great, sweetheart," he responds dreamily, kissing me on the forehead, and grabbing a tissue.  "I think you enjoyed it, too.  Didn't you?"  I nod.  I've gone silent again.  "Now, don't tell your mother, do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"If you keep it a secret, then Daddy will show you how to have an orgasm, just like he did," he says while wiping my belly clean. "Well, similar to that.  Girls are different."

"Alright, Daddy."  

"Alright, dear.  Goodnight."  He kisses me again on the hair, then steps back into his shorts, and softly shuts the door behind him.  I take a tissue and quickly blot between my legs, revealing a small spot of blood.  I know from the book, that my hymen broke.  But, it's normal.  

It's all part of becoming a woman.    

my darling cuck hubby.

***This story has been removed due to publication with Stupid Fish Productions.  If you're interested in viewing this story, you can find it in the anthology, "Tonight, She's Yours." at http://www.amazon.com/Tonight-Shes-Yours-Cuckold-Fantasies-ebook/dp/B01ABHG2KI/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8*** 

SPICY TEASER:

"The underwear too, Cuck," the Bull states in an rumbling bass, calling my husband by a short form of the nickname, Cuck Hubby.  I watch him hesitantly slide the boxers over his hips, and kick them to the floor.  His white cock is already engorged and twitching, when Black Master cages him.  It's exactly how it sounds.  He takes a small cage, built specifically for cuckolding fetish enthusiasts, and fastens it over my hubby's small cock.  Not that I would call it that on any other day, but clearly I am getting into the role play as well.  This game is about satisfying a different kind of urge for my husband; one not entirely physical.  He won't need his cock while the Black Bull's here.

secret santa.

Yay!  This year my workplace is doing Secret Santas!  

I work as a server in a restaurant, so most of the people working front of house with me are around my age, and for the most part, attractive.  And, I really like the majority of them, too!  My Secret Santa is Jeffery.  A tall, quiet, handsome sweetheart, but I would never approach him.  I'm way too intimidated.  He's that perfect.  

I went to a lot of trouble to get him a nice gift, needless to say.  He's an aspiring writing and a big reader, so I got him the new book he's been excitedly talking about.  I stood outside the bookstore the day it came out, at the location that had the author in store for a signing.  I waited in line for hours and got a personal message written for him.  I can't wait until he opens it! 

"So, what did you get for your Secret Santa?"  I flirt, the next day at work.

"Well... I can't give away who it is, but I got something pretty thoughtful, I think."

"Aww, that's sweet!"  I fawn, secretly hoping that it's me.  "So, this is someone you're pretty close to?"

"Hmm, yeah.  Close-ish.  I'd like to hang out sometime.  Maybe this present will be a game changer... Who knows?" He jokes.  I laugh; maybe a little too much.  He's got to be talking about me.  I mean, I know he's out of my league, but that doesn't mean we can't hang out, right?  What are the odds that we both drew each other?!  It's fate.  "What about you?"

"My gift is also very personal.  It wasn't over the spending limit, but it took me hours to get... So, it's pretty special."

"Wow.  I'm interested to see.  I'm sure they'll love it."  

"Hopefully!"  I say, trying not to sound too suspicious.  Did I just wink?  Crap, I'm so bad at this...

Our last day at work comes, before the holidays, and we all sit down to open our presents.  Most people open generic gifts like candles, chocolate, or scarves.  Finally, I see Jeffery open his present out of the corner of my eye.  I can't help the smile on my face.  I see his expression light up, then tell the person next to him about how he had wanted this book.  Then, he goes back to having a personal moment, turning the novel over and reading the back, then flipping open the first page.  Another surprised expression when he sees the signature.  I hear him read it aloud.

"Jeffery.  From one writer to another.  Wow!  I can't believe it..."  I smile from ear to ear, trying to avert my eyes, but he glances at me.  I wink again, God dammit!  Way to be discreet, Angie.  

With his eyes on me, I start to open my gift from him.  I slowly peel the tape off the paper, so as not to rip it.  It's cylindrical in shape, and I haven't the slightest idea of what it could be.  Then, I see a flash of colour.  Bright pink.  I love pink!  What is it?  I anxiously rip the rest of the paper open, but when I see what's inside, I quickly close it again.  My face flushes red.  Did I just see what I thought I saw?  I discreetly back peek inside.  Really?  Oh my god.  One more time.  I open the flap, then immediately shut it.  No, no, there's nothing mistaking that.  It's definitely a neon pink dildo.  

"What did you get, Angie?"  The coworker beside me asks, jokingly elbowing me in the side.  My friend Jane.  We've gotten closer over the past few months, so I feeling bad lying to her, but it's just too embarrassing.  And, my mind is racing.  Why would Jeffery get me a dildo?  He's so soft spoken, I would have never thought...

"Well...?

"Oh, a candle."

"Oh.  Really?  Not something more fun?"

"Nope.  Not this year.  Probably someone's write off."

"Yeah.  Right.  That sucks."

"So, Jeffery... About the secret Santa gift..."  I pull him aside, afterwards.

"Oh, I forgot to ask you!  Did you like yours?"

"Uh... Well, yes!"  I say, awkwardly.  I really can't believe someone this amazing would be interested in me.  Let alone being so forward in wanting to sleep with me!  What a kinky gesture.  Seriously!  

"Great.  I loved mine, by the way.  You really outdid yourself."

"Aww, well.  You're welcome.  So, listen... Would you like to come back to my place for a Christmas cocktail or something?"  I feel stupid asking, considering that I should take it for granted with the present, but I still just can't come right out and say it.  I'm that smitten.

"That would be nice," he responds sweetly.  Always the gentleman, despite this exciting sexy quality I'm seeing in him.  

I pour us two glasses of the only liquor I have in my apartment, and join him on the couch.  We chat about Christmas plans, the holiday parties we host at work, co workers, and eventually what our suspicions were about everyone's Secret Santas.  

"Well, I have to admit I was a little confused at my gift."

"Oh?"

"Well, I loved it, of course.  But, I don't even know what we would really... be doing with it."

"What do you mean?"  

"Well, I thought that it would be for a night alone, if you know what I mean!"  I wink, and can't help myself from giggling.  He chuckles as well, but questions my stance.  

"It doesn't have to be.  We could take it out right now, if you wanted to.  It might be nice, for the mood."

"Okay..." I say, jokingly narrowing my eyes at him.  He sheepishly shrugs, and I just fall in love with him, I swear to god.  I had no idea he was so open about sex.  I take his cue, and lean in for a kiss.  His eyebrows raise as if he's impressed with my forwardness, but I'm only following suit.  Maybe he's pleased that I'm as open about it all as he is. 

Our lips part, and he reciprocates the perfect kiss; not too much tongue, but it delicately slips into my mouth every so often, almost by mistake.  My pulse is racing at finally touching him, and I struggle to remain cool.  Perhaps too eager, I unbutton my collared work shirt, and slip it off my arms as smoothly as possible.  I close my eyes, hoping he's doing the same as I fumble with it.  I peek, and he is!  He's quickly removing the exact same shirt from his own back, as are kisses get a little more open and wet.  

I stand to undo my pants, and step out of them, and he rises to do the same.  Our identical clothing litters the floor of the couch as I grab the loosely wrapped present in my grip, and take Jeffery by the hand.  The big smile on my face is impossible to hide.  I think I actually prance in my underwear towards the bedroom.

When we get there, I place the wrapped dildo on the bedside table, and lie down.  Luckily, he joins me, and we're soon enveloped by each other's arms, and furiously making out.  I feel myself immediately moisten, and lift my knee up beside him, wanting to feel as much of myself up against him as possible.  His hands drift to my ass, pulling my hips against him.  The muscles between my legs tighten, almost reaching out towards his dick.  I feel his erection twitch, and I continue to wonder what on earth we would need a dildo for!  He palms one of my breasts, but I'm wearing my silly overly padded bra that I only wear to work, due to the unflattering dress shirts.  I quickly take that off too, so that I can feel his hands on my bare breasts.  He smiles at the reveal, and goes back in for a kiss, pressing himself against me, sandwiching my tits between our torsos.  I moan just being against him, ecstatic and disbelieving to have my dream come true.  He plays with my nipples, which harden instantly at his touch.  My hands go to his hair, but my leg wraps around his hip, pulling his pelvis into me.  I feel myself get wetter and wetter, and part from him to roll onto my back, lifting my hips and removing my underwear.  I still can't believe that this is happening.  Assuming it's time, I reach for the dildo.  

His expression is surprised, though in a sexy way, and I almost take it back, thinking it's too soon.  But, he takes it from me without question.  He positions himself below me, kissing my body as he descends, planting wet kisses on my breasts, ribs, stomach, then hips, and thighs.  Each kiss makes my pussy ache in anticipation.  He kisses the insides of my thighs, so I naturally part my legs.  His kisses turn wetter, almost like licks, and he does it to my mound, making me press it into his face.  I feel his tongue slip between my lips, and I convulse at the sensitivity.  He teases me this way, licking my clit sporadically, causing me to giggle, and grab his head.  I pull him against my pussy, and he suddenly latches onto my clit, and gently sucks.  Holy fuck!  He's so good.  I have to stop myself from bucking.

Then, I feel it.  The tip of the dildo probing my opening.  I grow even wetter just thinking about how kinky this is; picturing him down there, holding it perpendicular to me.  My muscles contract, wanting to draw it in.  He gives me a little more, lips still sealed around my clit, and I feel myself pushing open and down, flexing towards it.  He puts a little more pressure on the dildo, and I take it easily.  I use my feet to pull his shoulders closer, encouraging him to give me the whole thing.  Then, oh!  It gets there.  Right against my g-spot.

He uses a little more suction on my clit, and I start to moan like a crazy person.  He starts to thrust the dildo into me, and I feel it graze my g-spot again and again.  "Yeah," I breathe, every time it hits.  He teases me for a while like that, letting the toy almost leave me completely before thrusting in again, and I start to laugh again.  But, he knows.  Halfway through my giggle, he plunges it deep, and begins to move it in a massaging motion, so the tip rubs exclusively against my g-spot.  I sigh in relief, and feel myself bear down already.  He doesn't dare stop what he's doing, as I become almost silent, concentrating.  Then, I seem to push and open up at the same time, muscles contracting all at once, and I scream out, coming hard on the dildo.  "Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!!"

After I calm down, I giggle once again.  "I can't believe you got me a dildo!!  You're nuts!  I love it."

"Uh, I wasn't your Secret Santa, Angie.  Jane told me you got a candle..."

real life threesome.

I've always been non-monogamous.  


Usually, I have one primary relationship, and several secondary or tertiary, or what ever you want to call them, relationships on the side.  All completely consensual, and conducted with the utmost respect for all parties, of course.  If you're new to polyamory, it can enhance the intimacy of the primary relationship, bring back a feeling of newness and excitement in each partner's daily life, and satisfy the needs of others, who may or may not be interested in having a primary relationship of their own.  It comes from the philosophy, "If you really love someone, why would you limit their happiness?"  But only if it's right for you and your partner.  The poly life isn't for everyone.

That said, my most recent affair has drifted into somewhere that is new for me, too.  My boyfriend Derrick, whom I live with in our two bedroom house, started seeing one of the single women I've been seeing.  A sweet, funny redhead, with delicate curls that she constantly has to sweep off her forehead.  Secret?  I initiated it.  I've grown more and more attached to Shauna, and wanted Derrick to meet her.  The three of us started hanging out as a group, and the chemistry was unmistakable.  I saw something between them, and suggested that he take her out, one on one, and see if anything develops.  Well, it did.  And, I loved the fact that their relationship was evolving, too.  Welcome to the more traditional form of polyamory: each relationship holding equal weight.  Not only that, but this was looking more a more like a standard triad, or threesome.

We conducted our relationship in this way for what seemed like a year.  Going out as a group, having Shauna over to hang out at home, but still having intimate time between each of us.  She started keeping clothes at our house, a toothbrush, cosmetics; until she was being kicked out of her apartment, and we suggested she just move in.  It might seem like a big step, but she was almost living with us already, and we wanted to help her out by giving her a place to stay.  Even if only temporarily.  We moved the furniture out of the office, and Shauna moved her bed in.

We loved it.  I think we all felt elated, accompanied by a sense of relief, to be finally fully, and unabashedly exploring our polygamist lifestyle.

One night, feeling especially empowered by our love, and also slightly drunk, we found ourselves finishing a game of three handed euchre.  Shauna won, the little devil, and we were teasing her for distracting us with her feminine wiles.
"If anything, you two were conspiring against me!"  She flirts, standing, and perhaps realizing in that moment how drunk she is.
"We have to!"  Derrick chimes in.  "Otherwise we'll never win!"
"Well, I won doubly over then," Shauna slightly slurs.
"Did we think of a prize this time?"  I ask.
"Yes!"  Shauna answers enthusiastically.  Then realizes, "No."
"How about the winner does the dishes?"  Derrick says smart-assedly.
"That's not fair!"  She retorts.  "You can't decide the prize after!"
"No, I think we did decide it was the dishes," I tease.
"No!  We didn't.  At least, I don't think we did..."
"Even if that was true, I don't think you could keep yourself from winning.  You get crazy competitive."
"No!  I don't.  I'll let you guys win next time, I promise," she smiles.  "In fact, you can have this win.  You might want to get started on those dishes.  No one pre-soaked."
"Oh yeah?!"  Derrick says, grabbing her, picking her up, and tickling her.
"Help!  Jaime!  Save me!!"  She squeals, laughing, trying to grab his hands.  I attempt to assault Derrick, karate chopping him in the sides while his hands are busy.
"Ah god!  Talk about double teaming!!"  He yells, carrying her one room over, and throwing her on the bed.  I jump on his back, but he shakes me off as well, flipping me over his shoulders in a wrestling move, sending Shauna bouncing into the air when I crash down beside her on the mattress.  We're both breathing hard and on our backs, when Derrick bends over us, placing his hands on either side of us.  I hear both Shauna and my breath catch.  If it was any two of us alone together, we would most certainly start kissing.  Derrick takes a chance, and leans in anyway.
First, towards her.  I feel his body close to me, pressing on top of us both, really, so I embrace him while he does it.  I close my eyes for a moment, enjoying the scent of his skin, and the pressure of his body on me, but open them briefly to witness my first kiss between the two.  Surprisingly to me in the moment, but perhaps not, considering our history, I feel very aroused to watch this intimate moment.  I already feel a tingling between my legs as I anticipate his lips on me, next.  She moans, slightly, smiling after, as he moves towards me, planting his already warm mouth on mine.  I welcome his tongue between my lips, feeling myself already relaxing into his body, slightly pressing my pelvis into his leg.  He stands, and removes his shirt.  I look at Shauna, and she has a huge smile on her face.  I take that as an opportunity to kiss her.
We turn on our sides, towards each other, and embrace each other while we kiss.  I feel oddly comfortable with Derrick in the room, watching us.  In fact, I feel looser than ever, perhaps feeling the amorous effects of the booze hitting me, as well.  I want to melt into her, desiring to touch every part of my body against hers.  I take off my own shirt, then help her with hers.  She laughs, drunkedly, as her arm gets caught in it.
"I love you guys," she says, but it's not her just being sentimental.  I feel it, too.  I've felt it for a while, now.  I love her.  And I love him.  I never thought I could feel so much love.
Just then, I feel Derrick behind me, spooning me, lifting my skirt to feel my ass against his now bare pelvis.  He's removed all his clothing, and is working on taking off my underwear beneath my skirt.  He pulls them down over my hips, exposing my butt, but leaves them there.  I kiss Shauna once again, this time feeling the added sensuality of her naked torso against mine.  I feel her small breasts through her lace bra while I do it.  The length of Derrick's erection is pressing against my ass, like when we sleep together, and I feel his morning boner against me.  I moan feeling very much at home.
Derrick makes the move over me, towards Shauna.  He unbuttons her jeans, and pulls them down over her hips.  I take the moment to remove my underwear and unbutton the waist of my skirt, sliding both down my legs, kicking them off of the edge of the bed.  Derrick moves on top of her, giving her a deep kiss, then letting his mouth drift down towards her breasts.  He pulls each cup of her bra down, and vigorously licks her nipples.  Shauna arches her back, sighing, closing her eyes.  I take over, unclasping the hook and eye of her bra, as Derrick kisses down her torso, towards her pussy.  Mine twitches sympathetically.  He kisses hers over her underwear, and I reflexively press my face into her, smelling her skin.  I see him move her underwear slightly to the side, as he licks her for the first time.  I lay beside her, licking one nipple, while playing with the other between two fingers.
He encourages her to put a leg on either of his shoulders, as he latches onto her clit.  I see him work his fingers around her opening as he does it, and she bucks slightly, muscles contracting already.  I grind myself against her side, as I watch him please her.  She cradles my head in her hands as she pulls me closer to her tits, straining forward in pleasure.  I moan, enjoying the scene, encouraging her to come.  She holds me closer, tighter, wanting to feel my body on her, around her, encompassing her, as if she's swaddled.  I move up to allow her to press her face into mine as well, into my neck, my hair.  I lightly pinch her nipples rhythmically, as I see Derrick also fall into steady movements.  From moving and writhing, Shauna suddenly stops all motion, then cries out desperately, burying her face into me.  I kiss her deeply on the mouth, while she enjoys a post orgasmic rest.
Derrick discreetly wipes his mouth, then stands and strokes up his cock.  I moan, and touch myself while holding his gaze.  I'm incredibly wet, and feel myself craving him very badly.  We both smile, knowing what comes next.
He falls on top of me, his mouth meeting mine, and I enjoy the taste and wetness of Shauna on him.  I feel his hardness get sandwiched between us, and I'm so aroused, he soon slips inside of me, without either of us even guiding it there.  We exclaim in unison, and Shauna laughs, rolling towards us, ready to continue.  She kisses my neck and ear, hands drifting over my breasts, over my whole torso for that matter.  Wandering aimlessly, she feels up my arms, shoulders, neck, and into my hair.  Feeling a small chill from being nude, the warmth of her hands is welcome, comforting, and intensely erotic.  Derrick begins to thrust.
I moan loudly, feeling so complete with the two of them there.  His dick hits the perfect spot repeatedly, gliding easily in and out of me.  I've never felt more open to him than I do right now.  Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, Shauna reaches into the bedside table for the bottle of lube.  She squeezes a droplet onto her fingers, and begins to massage my clit.  Instantly, I feel the urge to bear down.  She turns my face towards her to occupy my mouth as well.  I moan into it, as we kiss.  Derrick takes extra care to work his cock over and over my g-spot.  Fuck.  Oh god.  He does it slowly and methodically, finding an intoxicating rhythm, which Shauna picks up on.  She keeps my clit steadily stimulated, as I feel myself push, everything contracting at once.  Here it comes.  Fuck.  "Fuck, fuck, fuuuckk!!"
Shauna laughs, laying back onto the bed, satisfied.  Derrick grabs her playfully, pulling her towards him, and she squeals in excitement as he enters her, too.  She lets out a high pitched squeak every time he thrusts; and as he flips her over, they only intensify.  I get up on my knees, to wrap my arms around him while I press my mouth into his.  I moan, feeling very polyamorous indeed, and we feverishly make out while he continues to fuck her from behind.  I see him tense up, pull out, and them come all over her ass.

I kiss him deeply, feeling nothing but love for them both.

okcupid lady date.

It's my first time for searching women on OkCupid, so I'm a little apprehensive.  I've slept with women before, but it's always been after a night of drinking, or after a party, or as something unexpected after a hang out with a new friend.  I've never actually been on a real date with a girl.


The young woman I've been communicating with, seems lovely.  With long brown, curly hair, and slim figure, I can picture myself with her already.  Holding back her mane of hair, to plant the first kiss on her mouth.  But, going on an actual date with her is something else!  We seem to have little in common.  She's has an academic background, while I'm completely immersed in the arts.  But, there's something that draws me to her, all the same.
I was so nervous, that I messaged her that we should take it slow.  Keep it pretty platonic for now.  Feeling disheartened now, I had mixed feelings about the upcoming date.  Luckily, she asked if she should still wear the sexy dress she was planning on, "Or would that be too much of a tease for you? ;)"  I feel the familiar rush of excitement.  Game on!

She chose the place, but luckily I could easily walk from mine.  Feeling an anxious weakness in my stomach, I scan the patio for her.  Bingo.  Even more beautiful than her pictures.  I take a deep breath, and weave through the tables towards her.  She looks up, catching my eye.  "Hi," I say, nervously approaching the table.  "I'm Allie," I say awkwardly, even though she knows it already.  The goal was to finally get hers, as she had yet to reveal anything but her screen name.
"Anya," she says, standing, and giving me a quick, but warm hug.
"Aww, nice to meet you," I say while in it.  She pulls back, and I give her a once over.
"Wow, that is quite the dress!"  I try to flirt.
"Haha, thanks.  You look beautiful, as well."
"Well, thank you," I say in a weird silly voice, joining her at the table.  She laughs at my dumb non-joke.  How sweet.  Despite the killer dress, I get a grounded, earthy feeling from her.  For some reason, I didn't expect that, with her having a science background.  The server saves me temporarily from thinking of what to say next.  I order a screwdriver, despite knowing that she chose this venue for the beer selection.
"Not a beer drinker?"
"No, spirits are more up my alley.  Not even spirits, but cocktails!  I've never really developed a taste for drinking."
"Probably a good thing."
"Yeah.  It's working out okay for me," I reassure, another half attempt at a joke.  I'm a little self conscious about it, expecting her to bust my chops.  Not that she's given me any reason to think that.  I just assumed from our differences, that she would think my life choices were inferior.  Instead, she reveals a nice smile.  I'm grateful for it, and really look at her face for the first time.  Large brown eyes, with a small bump on the ridge of her nose, giving her an exotic look.
"Obviously!  You own a business, right?"
"Oh, yeah," I respond, forgetting the fact that I'm interesting.  "For about five years.  A store, in the east end."
"That's amazing.  Something I could never do."
"Oh no?  I got the feeling you were Super Student." I don't even know what that means.  I know nothing about academia.
"Haha, yes.  I'm a professional tutor.  But, your skills are so beyond me!  I'm not business savvy at all.  Or creative.  I envy that."
"Haha, yeah," I say, feeling a little better.  "I guess.  You said you're interested in painting, though?"
"Barely!  I literally haven't painted since classes in high school, but I thought I'd give it another try recently.  I know you're an artist, right?"
"Yes.  But I only sell a handful of pieces a year."
"That's great, though.  Very cool."
"We could paint together, if that's something that interests you.  It's nice to paint with a buddy."  Buddy?  What is wrong with me?  Self sabotage!
"Or I could model for you," she says offhandedly.
"Would you like that?  I would love it.  It's rare to be able to work with a live model."
"I'd love to get a nude piece done of me."  I smile, picturing her naked. Small, but full breasts, with a lean stomach and thighs...
"Allie?  Hello...?"
"Sorry.  How long was I out?" I joke, grasping the chair dramatically.
"Just long enough to picture me naked."  I feel myself redden.  Oh my god.  I'm speechless, letting out an embarrassed laugh.  "You're adorable.  Do you want to go somewhere a little more private?"
"My place is around the corner," I surprise myself in saying.

"Once you get past the grungy rest of the house, my room is actually pretty nice," I say, still apologizing for myself.
"I don't mind.  I like it, actually.  And, I like you."  Her large brown eyes look into mine, and I feel the urge to kiss her.  "Do you mind?" She asks, considering the last message I sent her.  I shake my head that I do not, and she leans in for a soft kiss.  I don't like beer, but I love the taste of it on her.
She raises her arms to my shoulders, and rests them there as she relaxedly kisses me on the mouth.  With an almost lazy ease, she moves her tongue into my mouth, and lets her wet lips devour me.  Completely the opposite of what I expected.  Not cold, calculated, or stiff.  She moves her lips over mine sensually, and with warm affection.  I follow her lead, softly lifting her dress over her head.  We only break the kiss for a moment, as she raises her arms only slightly from where they were already.
I remove my own tank top, and her mouth drifts down my neck, sending warm sensations throughout my body.  I feel my nipples harden and my pussy moisten at her soft, wet touch.  Her lips continue to my breasts as she lays similarly soft kisses on them.  She slowly traces her tongue around each nipple, and give each big, wet kisses, that make me moan.  I have a strong desire for her to kiss me between the legs like that, and I remove my skirt with this thought in my head.
We make our way over to the bed, so that we are standing beside it.  She's worn a bra and underwear under her dress, so I kiss her deeply on the mouth, while reaching around her torso to unclasp the bra, let my hands drift down her arms as I remove it.  I reach down to feel her soft skin.  Her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach, her hips.  I peel her underwear over them, following them down her legs, feeling her lean legs all the way down to her feet.
She steps out of the underwear.  I look up at her, stealing kisses on her thighs as I do so.  My mouth journeys towards her shaven pussy, and she smiles, moaning, putting her hands in my hair.  I tease her by planting wet kisses all around her mound.  Her inner thighs just beside it, her hips, her pubic bone, her outer lips, until my tongue slips inside, almost by mistake.  She softly cries out when it happens, and I continue to lick her slit until I feel that she really wants it.  I feel her pelvis turn up towards me, leaning forward into her hips, and her hands subtly pull my face further into her.  I absolutely love licking it while it's pressed closed like this, but when she's had enough teasing, I encourage her to lie down on the edge of the bed, so that I can spread her open.
I continue kneeling on the carpet.  I kiss the inside of each leg as I lay it to the side, effectively spreading them for me.  I can see from her glistening folds that she is enjoying herself, and get a boost of confidence.  I can't help but lick the crease between her leg and pussy, teasing her for a little more before I delve into her cleft.  Then, I give it to her.  I plant my lips over her clit, and swirl my tongue across her luscious nub.  She cries out, in a burst of release.  Grips the sheets in her fists, arches her back, pushes her pelvis towards me.
I massage her opening as I continue to play with her clit, Anya working her own breasts in her hands, now.  My hand drifts lower, tickling the delicate area between her pussy and ass, and she moans louder, tilting her hips towards me, to give me better access to it.  I take a risk, and lightly brush her asshole with my finger, almost as if by mistake.  "Yes," she breathes, urging me to linger.
I keep my mouth on her clit, but I draw moisture down from her pussy to her delicate asshole.  Not that I need to; her creamy wetness has begun to freely stream down her perinulum.  I tease the outside with a finger, tickling the area, and alternating between giving her pressure right on it, and lightly massaging it in a circular pattern.  She moans, her muscles starting to contract.  She curls forward, pressing towards me, bearing down, and I recognize the signs of reaching orgasm.  The next time she pushes, I make sure my finger is nice and wet, and plunge it right into her asshole.  She curls forward on it; I can feel the tight, muscular walls on her ass contract on my finger, and she cries out, louder than ever before.  She convulses, muscles working together at the same time, twitching for a moment, then falling completely limp.
I stop what I'm doing, and finally join her on the bed.  "Mmmm," she moans, kissing me deeply on the mouth.  She touches my face, and looks into my eyes.  "Keep it platonic, eh?" She jokes.
"Haha, well..."
"I'll say.  Now what can I do for you?"
"Just relax," I tell her, getting my vibrator from the drawer beside me.  She smiles.
"Great!"  I put a little lube on, and place it on my clit, laying back down beside her.  I moan instantly, already feeling unbearably aroused from making her come.  She turns onto her side, and reaches over me to my breasts.  She gets up on her elbow, licking one nipple, while playing with the other between two fingers.
"Oh, yeah," I sigh, already feeling the urge.  She moans too, still feeling the amorous effects of her orgasm.  I feel her pussy press into my leg, and she kisses my breasts with her fantastic mouth.  Yeah.  Oh, yeah.  I close my eyes and picture her coming in my head; her coming with my finger in her ass, and my mouth on her gorgeous pussy.  I bear down for it.  Oh.  Yeah.  Oh.  Fuck. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!!!"  

We take turns in the washroom, and lay on the bed, on our backs, naked.  I can't help myself.  "This looks like the beginning of a beauuuutiful friendship."  Thankfully, she laughs.  She's great.