Katie

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Poppy made me lie in bed, back turned, while she removed her harness. I could hear her breathing. Nervous.

I could see why.

For most of her sexual life, she'd worked this big, leather contraption between her legs because. Well, you could say it was because she was sensitive. You could also say she was a screamer and never had much luck without it. The harness kept her satisfied and kept people from inadvertently finding out whom she slept with.

But, tonight, she changed her mind. Maybe I pushed too hard. After lovemaking, I needed her pussy. Usually I like to use phrases like "her sex" or "her love", but this girl made me see stars and set my womb on fire. I needed her pussy.

So, I waited and read the rustling sounds in the room as signs. Finally, her footsteps closed in on the bed and the mattress sagged as she slipped in behind me.

"I'm ready, Katherine."

I turned to face her. So close on a twin bed. Her eyes open. Trusting.

Slowly forward, I parted my lips and pressed them to hers. Sweet. Wet. Warm. Heat penetrating my skin and sending me in to a delirium I'd only recently known. Breast to breast. Mouth to mouth. Thigh to thigh. Electricity charged the air, but we dared not do more for fear of losing it.

But, Tony's eyes. wide open and glassy with emotion. Was this the same hardened bitch that had me convinced not so long ago that she was doing her best to impregnate me?

It was time.

I shifted so I could climb Tony's torso. Straddle her waist. She knew where I was going and moved so she'd be right under me. Again, I bent forward along her body so we could kiss while she could feel my behind. I placed my hands above her head and leaned forward to dangle my breasts before her. She, being the smart girl she is, knew they were hers to take. One and then the other. Luscious red lips. Heat sucking on the rocks that now capped my firm, excited tits.

Oh, but this just fueled me and stoked my imagination.

So, I climbed higher. Breasts out of reach, she thought I was coming up to feed her the sex she'd been eating all night. No such luck.

"Press your tits against my pussy baby."

And, she did. First, one mammoth, swollen nipple caressed the lips of my sex. Next, the other. Again, Poppy thought she was in luck and wouldn't have to worry about my hunger. Again, no such luck.

I climbed down to where I was pussy-to-pussy and breast-to-breast with her. I reached out and lightly fingered one of the now wet nipples. "I'll take one. You take the other," I said to her. With that, I descended on the nipple I'd been playing with only to taste my own sex. My own tang. She, too, sucked. It was more difficult since it was one of her tits that needed sucking. But, she tried and succeeded.

Licking my lips, I said, "No wonder you don't want me to go down on you. You want to taste as much of me as possible. Don't you, you bad girl?"

She kissed me. "You're delicious."

For the longest time, we just kissed and caressed each other. I didn't care how long it took. I just knew that, were things to go "bad" (i.e. she thought things would be too much for her), I wanted her to remember this. No matter what a girl's turn-ons are, she should be able to enjoy completely naked, intimate moments.

Lord knows that I was.

Eventually, I recognized the sign. That signal that any lover gives their partner that they're ready. The indication that, as one of my friends says, they're ready to get a little more freaky than they were five minutes before.

Poppy opened her legs to pull my right thigh against her sex. Luckily, my sex was now firmly planted against her thigh too. I had to stay focused. The sensations were - well, amazing. I'm no sexual goddess, but I like to think I know my way around the bedroom. For some reason, I never fully appreciate how nice it is to take your time with another person and let the process unfold. Usually, you get excited enough to enjoy the other person's touch, their tongue or their toys and go at it until climax. But, there's that plateau before hand. That place where you are simply content to ride the edge of the bubble before orgasm.

That's where we were. and Poppy wasn't complaining a bit.

Imperceptibly, the passion grew. Of course, I couldn't notice because I was caught up in it. For me, it was the same hot pool of life I'd been swimming in for so long. Then, I got the other sign.

Poppy broke our kissing to ask, "Katherine, do you still want to go down on me?"

I kissed her softly and smiled. With the faintest whisper, I replied, "Yes."

At that, the thigh that had been between my legs pulled outward and, with its partner, encircled my waist.

Smiles.

Ride the bubble, I said to myself.

More kissing and caressing. Only, this time, there was hip action. Poppy thrust up against me. I thrust against her. The light brush of pubic hair against sex. Of skin sliding against passionate flesh. Her hard breathing made me want to give her more. To bring her higher.

But, my resolve was weakening. So was hers. The smell of sex was everywhere. We couldn't tell you what it smelled like because it was all we breathed. It was our air. It was our lifeline. That lifeline made me need more.

Every inch I moved down Poppy's body, she happily gave up. Sucking on her breasts and nipples, her legs wrapped around my waist and were always pulling down. Caressing and kissing her belly, her legs squeezed my ribs.

Finally, she put those legs on my shoulders and I was face-to-face with the center of my sexual universe that night.

Have you ever done something so naturally that you're not sure how it started or how it ends? I don't mean that it's not memorable, but it becomes one of those things that you can't explain to anyone. You just know how to do it. As I sit here trying to describe the experience, I find that I can't paint a romantic picture of how I started. I just did it.

I opened my mouth and placed my lips against hers. Her swollen, amazingly sexy lips. Between those lips was the center of heaven. Every stroke elicited the appreciative sigh and moan of an earthbound angel. The fingers stroking my hair said to keep going. Keep doing what I do. Thighs pressed firmly against my ears told me I was a prisoner. My tongue bathing Poppy's clit told her, "You can't keep a girl prisoner if she's unwilling to leave."

My own clit throbbed. The lips of my sex had long since parted to invite my own selfish attention. My nipples screamed as my breasts felt every thread of the sheets.

Ride the bubble, I said to myself. I smiled. It was time to kick Poppy off.

Energy poured from me. From my tongue against her sex. From my fingers against her thighs. My fingers against her belly. My fingers squeezing and pinching her sex nipples. Oh, those nipples. I imagined them between my lips earlier. Their hot flesh. Their life. Now, of course, they were longer and harder. Imagining them between my legs. Inside of me.

Imagining Tony behind me earlier tonight. Seeing the look on her face as I straddled her. Her hands. Her lips. My lips. My hands. Potent sex poured from each to daze, confuse and enrapture the other.

Hard. Soft. Warm. Hot. Short. Staccato. Pant. Breathe. More. More. More. More.

Pop.

Poppy. Tony. Antoinette. This column of passion throbbed against my mouth as she came. I stayed as I was. Nursing on those lips. Nothing too rough. Enough so she knew I was still these.

Finally, her thighs parted and allowed me an escape. I took it. after a while. I wasn't in a hurry to leave something that had fueled so much pleasure.

In our post-coital, sunrise embrace, neither of us could be sure of anything. I was concerned about her screaming. Not because I didn't want people to find out about us, but because it caused her so much stress. This had been the sexual event of my life. If possible, I wanted to repeat it.

After a moment of reflection, Poppy said, "Fuck it. Even if I did scream my head off, I don't care." She kissed me. "You opened my eyes, sweety. If I have to cause a disturbance in order to come like that, let 'em arrest me."

We found out later that Poppy was still a screamer.

Some girls in the sorority desperately wanted to know whom she had slept with that night, but Poppy refused to tell. Most of the members slept with perspective members and pledges, and then dished about them. Who was good? Who wasn't? Who was playing dyke just to get in? Poppy stood firm.

The cattiest of the bunch accused her of being selfish.

"Selfish? Why?"

"If some pledge made me scream the way you did last night, I'd be sure to tell everyone. Share the wealth, Tony!"

She didn't.

Eventually, people found out, but that morning only three people knew.

I'd come back from the restroom to find Tony where I'd left her: In bed with the sheets pulled up past her breasts. I'd also come back to another person sitting on the bed. She was in a robe and slippers. Her hair was cut close, almost like a boy's. But she was very femme. She was also older. Definitely not a teenager.

"So, this is the girl?"

Tony smiled. "Yeah, this is Katie. Katie, meet Lillian."

Lillian reached out to shake hands, "Call me Lil."

I smiled. "Pleased to meet you." She could tell I was confused.

"Get back in bed, girl. Otherwise, I'll have to keep your place warm."

Still confused, I climbed in behind Tony. and pulled my t-shirt and shorts off under the covers.

Tony said to me, "Lil and I keep each other sane in this place. There's so much cat fighting that goes on that you stick with people you know will support you."

Lil replied, "Yeah, support you and fuck you without telling the world how good or bad you are."

Talk about an awkward moment. "You mean, you guys..."

Lil smiled, pursed her lips and winked. "On occasion, we've been known to keep each other up all night." Then she stood up. "Well, now that I know everything is O.K., I'll get ready for the day. The girls are coming to visit."

"Tell them I said, 'Hello.'," said Tony.

"Sure thing. Nice to meet you, Katie."

I just smiled. As the door closed, I said a little too harshly, "What the hell was that?"

Tony turned. "Lillian and I have been friends since we were freshmen. She was a teenage mother, got married, and had two kids. She got divorced sometime after realizing she really liked women."

"Was her husband really harsh?"

"You know, she won't tell me about that. All she'll say is that they have an understanding. So, then she decided to go to school. Never had a chance before. We both joined the sorority at the same time. While everyone else was fucking boys as well as each other, we gravitated toward each other."

"So, she's your girlfriend?"

"No, Lil has a girlfriend. Gorgeous, Amazon-lookin', Korean woman. But since she lives out of town, Lil, again, says they have an 'understanding'."

"Does she always come in to check on her competition with you?"

"No." Tony smiled. "She heard me screaming earlier and wanted to check and make sure I was O.K.. She meant to be out before you came back, but you surprised us. Still, she's as discreet as I am. And I trust her."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Well, Katie, did your parents ever tell you not to date one person?"

"Yeah, sure. They all do."

"Well, there's a reason. Especially now. This is one of the few times you'll have in your life to experience so many people. personally, emotionally and sexually. You should be open until you know what you like for sure."

"O.K. Again, this is for what?"

For a second, she looked pissed off. "I like you a lot, Katie. But I'm not going to expect you, nor should you expect me, to be available every night. You may not be thinking seriously or not, but before you do, I want you to know that, if you're looking for someone to spend some time with, someone you can depend on and someone that will try to please you as much as I've tried, Lillian is a great person."

Still confused, but comprehending the message, I said, "You sure?"

"Yeah, plus, when you settle down, whoever it is will appreciate that you've done some slutting around. You won't want to screw everyone in the Welcome Wagon."

"O.K. I'll think about it."

"Plus, you've got two things going for you. She thinks you're cute, plus she can't believe I took off the cock for you. Speaking of which..."

Tony turned and kissed me softly. Before long, I was on my back and her pussy was wedged between my legs. "Now, that you've shown me the light, I wanted to see if this..." She thrust herself against me gently. I wasn't ready, but I was willing. "... could make you react like my cock did."

"So, what are you saying? You want me to compare fucking your big-girl cock to..." I wrapped my legs tighter around her and felt her clit, hard, explosive, struggling to make contact. "...fucking your little-girl cock?"

Kiss. "Yeah."

"Well, do you think your little power-nub down here can fill me with your girl-seed like the other one?"

Again, she smiled. "I'm not sure." She whispered, "Would it matter?"

Kiss. My hands reached behind her and caressed her long, gorgeous back. What was this girl doing to me? At that moment, the thought of the cock on that harness was... unnatural. Her "little-girl cock", however, well... "I'm willing to find out if you are, Poppy."

She smiled and whispered, "Mommy."

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