This story involves lesbian sex - if that doesn't turn you on, you're in the wrong place. This is a work of fiction, and the people and places are entirely fictional. As with all things, this is a work in progress, and I welcome all comments at chriseveron@yahoo.com.
"Mrow."
"Uggh... goway."
"Mrooowr. Mi?"
Rebecca opened her eyes. Her little orange cat took this as encouragement and shoved his head under one of her hands.
"You little stinker," she said, rubbing his ears. "It's Sunday. I don't have to get up yet." He just closed his eyes and purred.
"You have all the luck. Food, shelter, and a hand to pet you whenever you want it." Rebecca sighed. There had been a remarkable lack of someone to pet her for the last few months. She decided she may as well get up now that she was awake, gave the cat a last scratch and got ready for her morning run.
Stacey was already up - as a matter of fact, she hadn't been to bed yet. She had gone out drinking to try to stop thinking about her girlfriend (now ex) in bed with her best friend (now former). It hadn't worked, and now she sat at her kitchen table contemplating a glass of water, a bottle of aspirin, and the telephone. She took four aspirin and waited for a minute to make sure her stomach didn't rebel. She then took a deep breath and picked up the telephone. Holding the receiver well away from her ear, she dialed a number, then cursed as voicemail picked up. She hung up the phone again, and thought for a minute.
"Hello?"
"Jenna, this is Stacey. I need to ask you a favor - a big one. You're friends with Rebecca, aren't you?
"Yeah, we hang out a lot. Why?"
"I need to give her something right away, and she's not picking up her phone. Do you have her address? That way I can just drop it by."
"Um, sure. Hang on."
Stacey sighed with relief. Jenna was the only person she knew that was close enough friends with Rebecca to have her address. And she couldn't think of anyone else who was hot enough and unattached enough to help her with this particular problem.
The problem with sleeping in on Sunday, Rebecca discovered, was that it put her morning run right in the hottest part of the day. She pounded along the road, squinting into the sun, and swore for the third time that week to go out and buy sunglasses. Her dark, curly hair clung damply to the back of her neck and her torso gleamed. By the second mile the motion of her legs had become automatic, and her mind was far away.
As she usually did when she ran, Rebecca thought about girls. She thought about the cute little brunette from Accounting, the one who always wore short skirts and blindingly white panties. Rebecca had gotten an eyeful on several occasions when she walked past the girl's desk. She thought about her boss's wife, an achingly beautiful woman who seemed resigned to the fact that her husband slept with anyone who'd have him. She thought about the tall blond with a California tan and a puckish sense of mischief who had the cube across the aisle. Her running-fantasies were never terribly fulfilling - it was impossible to get too horny in the middle of a four-mile run, she'd found. But even coming up with plots to get one of those women alone and naked in the break room took her mind off the fact that it was 95 degrees and sweat was pouring off her in buckets - and that she still had a mile and a half to go.
Stacey spotted her half a mile away, as she drove towards Rebecca's apartment complex. She slowed for a moment to admire Rebecca's long legs and trim waist, and watched her rearview mirror as she passed to catch a glimpse of her pert breasts bouncing in her sports bra. Then she pulled into the complex, found Rebecca's building, and sat in her car waiting for Rebecca to arrive.
Rebecca slowed to a walk as she reached her apartment. She wiped the sweat from her hand and opened the door.
"Mrowr!"
Her little cat darted out the door and trotted down the hall. Rebecca rolled her eyes, cursed, and followed him.
Stacey ducked behind the staircase as Rebecca turned to follow her cat. Her heart was pounding and her palms were sweaty - she didn't have any idea how she was going to walk up to this woman, whom she barely knew, and proposition her. As Rebecca disappeared around a corner, Stacey got an idea. She slipped up to Rebecca's apartment - the door had been left open - and darted inside. The apartment was small, but clean and nicely furnished. She walked into the bedroom and threw herself down on the huge four-poster bed, inhaling Rebecca's scent from the pillow. She pictured Rebecca's strong hands moving down her body, her full lips pressed against her neck. Stacey rolled onto her back and pulled her shirt off. Then she smiled, wickedly - she wouldn't have to say anything at all. She unbuttoned her shorts and kicked them off as well, and lay naked, spread, on Rebecca's bed. That should get the message across, she thought.
"All right, fuzzbucket," Rebecca said to the cat as she walked through her door and into the blessed air conditioning. "Now I'm sweaty AND covered in cat hair, Hope you're happy." The cat purred, indicating he was in fact happy with that turn of events, then sat up in her arms and chirped in the direction of the bedroom. Rebecca followed his glance, and saw a pair of bare, feminine legs on her bed. The cat looked up at her. She looked back at him and shrugged.
"I'm taking a shower now, kitty, before I kill us both with the stink." She eyed the legs again, then put the cat down and headed for the bathroom. Whoever it was would come out eventually, and frankly if those legs were bare as far up as she thought they were, she really wanted to be nice and clean to deal with them. She was too tired to worry too much about it, but she did grab her hunting knife out of the closet when she grabbed her towel. Just in case naked did not equal friendly.
Stacey heard the shower come on in the bathroom next to her. She pouted for a minute, then rolled off the bed and crept over to the bathroom. The door was open, and she peered in. She could see Rebecca washing her hair through the translucent shower curtain. Her outline was blurry, but her small, pert breasts and flat waist were enough to convince Stacey that she had the best seat in the house. She sat down on the floor to watch, and before long, her hand drifted to her crotch.
Rebecca was careful to keep an eye on the bathroom door as she showered. Sure enough, not a minute after she started the water she saw a face peek in. Blonde, she thought. She couldn't see out at all clearly, but she began to suspect it was the leggy blonde from work. What was her name again? Sheri, Sarah, no... Stacey? Yeah, Stacey. This looked like it'd be a fun afternoon. She was even more convinced of that when after a few more minutes, she heard a faint buzzing over the noise of the shower.
Stacey had found Rebecca's vibrator under her bed, and was enjoying it so thoroughly that she nearly didn't shut it off when Rebecca turned off the water in the shower. Stacey stifled a yelp and darted back to the bedroom to arrange herself on the bed again. Her play had gotten her so aroused that it was all she could do to keep her hands away, and the breeze the fan generated on her exposed clit made her gasp.
Rebecca heard the vibrator quite clearly for a second as she turned the water off, and she grinned. Stacey would be hot and ready for her, it seemed. She stepped out of the shower and dried off, then winked at the cat - who had been keeping a close eye on things from his perch on the sink - and headed for the bedroom.
"Well, well, well," Rebecca said from the doorway, as she surveyed the scene. Stacey was on her back, legs spread, and her cunt was glistening. "This wasn't what I'd planned for breakfast, but it'll do just fine." She climbed onto the bed and ran her tongue along Stacey's cunt, making her gasp and writhe. Then she looked up at Stacey and grinned.
"I'm a little nervous, with you sneaking around my house all uninvited. I think I'd like to know you're not going to leave unexpectedly, too." She reached under the bed, felt around for a moment, and came up with a handful of black silk scarves. Stacey's eyes widened, but she didn't protest. Rebecca deftly tied Stacey's hands and feet to the bedposts, then slipped a hand behind her head and pulled her up for a hungry kiss. She said seriously, "I'm not going to ask why you're here - I'm just going to fuck you til you beg for mercy. Sound good?"
Stacey nodded. "Please."
Rebecca grinned again. "Good. Hope you didn't have any other plans for today."
She slid back down the bed and curled up between Stacey's legs. This problem would need to be taken care of immediately, or Stacey'd be too worked up to enjoy foreplay. She wrapped her lips around her clit and sucked gently, then started licking with fast, steady strokes that sent Stacey over the edge in less than a minute. That taken care of, she started kissing her way up Stacey's stomach, running her hands up her long legs and over her full breasts. The fan and the air conditioning had stiffened Stacey's nipples, and Rebecca paused at her chest to play with them, rolling them between her fingers, nipping them gently between her teeth. Then she moved up, kissing Stacey's neck, and Stacey tilted her head back to allow her full access. Then Rebecca moved over her jaw to her mouth, and they kissed, tongues dancing, until Rebecca felt Stacey's hips shift under her. She slid a hand down to her cunt and found it even wetter than before. She whispered a question in Stacey's ear, and read the answer in the widening of her eyes and her sudden flush.
Stacey watched as Rebecca climbed off the bed and knelt beside it to pull out a box. She dug out a harness attached to a bright blue dildo and stood up to put it on. Her movements were evidence of long practice, and Stacey spread her legs as far as her bonds allowed in anticipation. Rebecca leaned over the bed for a moment to rub her hand along Stacey's cunt, then transferred the juices to the dildo. She climbed back on the bed and knelt between Stacey's legs, running her thumb along her clit and then slipping two fingers inside her thoughtfully. Satisfied, she leaned forwards onto her hands and kissed Stacey's neck as she slipped the tip of the dildo inside her.
"Please, oh, please," Stacey gasped. Rebecca thrust smoothly, and the dildo slid completely inside of her. She started to thrust slowly and deeply, and Stacey bucked her hips to meet each movement. Rebecca dropped her weight onto one arm and moved her other hand down to Stacey's clit without missing a stroke. Gradually she picked up the pace until Stacey's panting "Yes, yes, yes," ended in a scream and her back arched as stars exploded in front of her eyes.
"Mmm, that was fun," said Rebecca as she pulled out and unbuckled the harness. "Got me all worked up. Think you can help me with that?"
"I bet I can," said Stacey. "It'd be easier if you untied me, though."
"Oh, no, we can't have that. Let's see what you can do without your hands." Rebecca moved up to the head of the bed and tucked her calves under Stacey's arms, then knelt down so her crotch was within easy reach of Stacey's eager mouth. Stacey lost no time in getting her tongue as far into Rebecca as she could. Rebecca sighed with pleasure and ran her fingers through Stacey's hair. Her breathing became ragged as Stacey's tongue began to lightly brush her clit. The contact became heavier and longer until Stacey was steadily circling Rebecca's clit, pausing only occasionally to take a long lick up her entire cunt, spreading her juices. Rebecca was on the verge of coming when she pulled away.
"Hang on."
She tucked a folded pillow under Stacey's head, then turned around, grabbed Stacey's hips, and buried her face in her cunt. Stacey gasped, then resumed her licking. Rebecca resisted the orgasm until she had Stacey on the edge as well, then gave into it. They both licked and moaned and writhed and screamed until finally, they were both satisfied.
"If I untie you," Rebecca asked, turning around and flopping down on top of Stacey, "what will you do?"
"Well, first I'm going to grab those gorgeous little breasts that you've been showing off. Then I'm going to see how many fingers I can get inside you before you explode."
Rebecca appeared to consider that. "You've got a deal." She quickly untied her, and Stacey pounced, grabbing Rebecca's breasts as promised and rolling on top of her. Stacey returned all of Rebecca's neck-kissing with interest, then moved down to suck on her nipples. Her free hand moved down to Rebecca's crotch and began to rub her. She was wet and ready, so Stacey dipped her forefinger into her. She crooked her finger and Rebecca moaned. Stacey nodded. No problems finding her g-spot, then. She added a second finger and started rubbing on her g-spot in earnest.
"More," Rebecca asked.
Stacey obliged, adding a third and thrusting harder. Rebecca groaned and spread her legs wider, clutching the bed. Stacey moved down to suck gently on her clit, then folded her hand and slid her pinkie into her as well. It was clear that Rebecca couldn't take any more, so Stacey contented herself with fucking her as hard as she could with what she had. Rebecca's moans quickly built to screams that lasted a surprisingly long time. Finally, she went limp, and Stacey pulled out gently.
"I've wanted to do that to you for months, you know," Stacey said.
"So why didn't you?" Rebecca replied, her eyes closed.
Stacey waved her sticky hand vaguely. "Other commitments. Doesn't matter now."
Rebecca opened her eyes and peered at Stacey. Finally she shrugged.
"That's good. Because, you know, I've had this fantasy about that fake leather couch in the break room at work..."
"You know, I have a building key. We could easily get in after hours."
"You have plans for tomorrow night?"