“Hey—Bets. What’re you doing today? Got plans? Wanna do something?”
The voice was unmistakably that of Lisa, whom I’d befriended just a few weeks earlier when we’d met at the bookstore. I turned to see her charging toward me, grinning and waving. I was at the specialty coffee store at the mall, trying to decide which blend to treat myself to this week, but I had no serious plans for the rest of the day. . .just a few piddly errands that could easily wait a day. Lisa was fun. An afternoon spent in her company would be worth postponing the errands for.
We agreed to have lunch at a restaurant in the mall and then go to the new municipal ice skating rink. It had only opened the week before, and I hadn’t had occasion to visit it yet, but with temperatures hovering in the 40’s, it seemed likle perfect ice skating weather.
“So. . .when’s the last time you skated?” I asked over my Cajun-style chicken.
Lisa’s eyes sparkled as she answered, “Well. . .never, actually, but it’s never too late to learn.”
At 27, I was concerned about re-learning—I hadn’t skated in over 10 years—and here this woman was brave (foolish?) enough to go out on the ice for the first time? “Oh. . . well, are you sure you want to go skating?”
“Absolutely!” She nodded her head emphatically. “I used to roller skate when I was little. I’ll be fine.”
And in fact, after a few false starts and a couple of spills, Lisa took to the ice like the proverbial duck to water, skating around with a minimum of balance problems. . .till she deemed herself safe to go around with. It was when we started skating together that she grew clumsy again. Or so it seemed.
At first it was only natural to accept that a novice skater would lose her balance and start to fall. But after a while, I began to think that her falls seemed awfully contrived. She always managed to fall right against me. . .and never hard enough to fall down and get hurt. No, her falls always seemed to simply bring her body in contact with mine.
Now, it’s hard to get much in the way of thrills through a heavy jacket and various layers below that, but that’s just what I wondered if she might be doing. I couldn’t quiet my suspicions as she continued her artful acrobatics. Was Lisa bi? Was she interested in me?
I hadn’t considered Lisa as a lover before, but now that I thought about it, I certainly was interested in her. The cute blonde, well-rounded but not what you’d call fat, had cushy boobs, a playful demeanor, and a spirited personality. Her derriere jutted temptingly outward, her thighs were meaty, and I could only guess at what heaven lay between her legs. Was she falling against me on purpose? I certainly hoped so! Was her intent to garner thrills or to give me a hint? If it was a hint, I’d certainly take it!
Now each time she fell against me, I grabbed at her to steady her. . .and several times I let my hand linger on her arm or brush her boobs “accidentally” as she fell toward me. A warm, knowing smile crept across Lisa’s face. More and more, I was sure her actions were deliberate. And when she invited me back to her house for some hot chocolate after an hour and a half of strenuous skating, I was sure the offer was for more than refreshments.
Sure enough, Lisa grew uncommonly fidgety and preoccupied at her house, till I asked her, point-blank, “What’s on your mind?”
“I was hoping you knew,” she said warily.
“I think I do,” I replied with equal caution.
We stared at each other for a moment, neither saying a word. “You—you want to go inside?” Lisa finally asked, with a hint of timidity in her voice.
Her fingers tripped lightly up and down my slit
“Let’s go,” I answered decisively, getting up and leaving my cocoa behind. “That’ll be a much better way to warm up than hot chocolate.” In fact, the room was quite warm, and I had shaken the chill already, but I was sure things were about to get much hotter.
The first kiss happened before we even had our clothes off. As we stood at the side of the bed, Lisa’s lips grazed my chin, then my cheek, then my ear. She exhaled softly into my ear and let her tongue sneak out to do a little probing. Her hands came up to grip my arms tenderly yet firmly, and she drew me to her as she trailed her lips across the planes of my face till she had reached my mouth.
Our lips didn’t meet in perfect alignment. Instead, Lisa held her head tilted a bit sideways, so that our lips blended off-kilter, the impression of her lips connecting with mine deliberately askew. Then I felt her lips part, and her tongue peeked out to make tentative contact with my lips. I opened my lips just enough to grant her admittance, and Lisa’s tongue slid easily within the confines of my mouth.
She thrust three fingers of her other hand into the clenching tunnel of my cunny
For a number of minutes—I can’t say exactly; I certainly wasn’t looking at my watch!—our tongues thrust and parried in the traditional mating dance, squirming around each other and playing tag in my mouth. Then Lisa broke breathlessly away from me to urge me, “Let’s get undressed!”
An eminently sensible suggestion, and one I was glad to follow quickly. I unbuttoned, unzipped, and unsnapped, then shrugged out of my clothing and removed my underwear, while Lisa fumblingly got out of her own clothes. I tossed my clothes carelessly onto the dresser nearby; Lisa dumped hers unceremoniously on the floor. Then we tumbled to the bed together, meeting for a kiss as we fell.
This time Lisa’s lips traveled swiftly downward. As she kissed her way from my mouth to my chin to my throat to my breastbone, she crooned her delight. I hummed my own pleasure as I arched my body up hungrily toward her. I could feel the juices of my excitation beginning to well in my awakening cunny. But right now it was my breasts that most wanted attention.
Lisa knew it and kissed her way to the left one, bestowing kisses around the circumference of my pliant mound and licking the stiff-skinned areola. I mewled with pleasure, and so did she, apparently as turned on by doing to me as she was by having anything done to herself. The sound reminded me that so far this encounter had been all one-sided, and I rose up to try to kiss her and stroke her, but she pushed me firmly back down on the bed and said, “No, let me.”
Who was I to argue with such a charming—and insistent—benefactress? I returned to my back on the bed, and now Lisa’s hands slithered across the landscape of my body, turning ordinary areas into erogenous zones. Feverishly she stroked my sides, my hips, the flat plane of my belly. She carefully avoided my cunny and my boobs, yet she set off dancing flames in exactly those places as her touch struck sparks. Those sparks smoldered in my ignited body. I burned with fever that ate me alive and yet made me more alive than ever. Arching upward, I silently begged her to touch me on my most needful parts.
An aura of pure want surrounded me as Lisa continued to ignore my begging body and toy with my tender skin. One finger stroked my earlobe; her other hand circled my navel lightly. Rivulets of cunny nectar ran freely down, drenching my thighs as they dribbled across the tension-tautened expanse.
And then. . .at last. . .one hand drifted ever so lightly to my breast.
I jumped as if I’d contacted a live wire when Lisa’s fingers idly stroked my nipple in the most casual contact. Her other hand simultaneously moved in on my cunny, and her two hands played me like a fine piano, one in the bass register and the other playing the treble. Her fingers on my cunny tripped lightly up and down my slit, rippling across my clit and producing quivers of excitation in my whole womanly area. I juiced torrents.
“Ahhh,” Lisa exhaled when she saw my body undulating in tune to her rhythms. “Yes, yes, yes, yessss,” she encouraged me, strumming her hand faster across my cunny, which had never been as keyed up, as on edge as it was now. She had barely begun, and yet I was nearly on the edge of a gigantic climax.
Her fingerwork continued, and now she placed her thumb directly on my clit and began to move it as rapidly as if it were a mini-vibrator. I shivered in the grip of some powerful emotions and of the strongest need I had ever felt. My body surged toward the climax that would be the crescendo of this, the first movement of a symphony that was surely far from finished.
To add to the incentive, she thrust three fingers of her other hand into the clenching tunnel of my cunny, splaying them as wide as they would spread. Then she began driving them in and out. Under the insistent demands of those three fingers, plus the thumb of her other hand on my clit, I would have been powerless to resist my oncoming climax even had I wanted to. . .which I most assuredly didn’t.
The edges of my world went red and black and continued that way even as my eyes closed. My body writhed and surged up into the air, my middle bowing upward and my ass rising off the bed. I screeched out my ecstasy and held the pose for longer than I would have thought possible. Then, exhausted but still coming, I sank back to the bed.
I was still feeling aftershocks of climax as I settled down onto the bed, a quivering mass of exposed nerve endings. Lisa sprang into position between my spread thighs and began licking up the inner sides of my legs. Her tongue neared my vee but never quite reached my slit each time, raising the fever that had only just begun to recede.
“Oh—oh, Lisa—oh—oh, honey—it’s your turn—ohh!” I cried out in protest, wanting to treat her as well as she had treated me. But Lisa was adamant that I lie back and let her make me feel good. “You already have!” I gasped as her tongue reached out and flicked at my engorged nubbin for the first time.
“Again. Feel good again,” she said tersely before returning to darting her tongue across my swollen grape. Then she couldn’t say anything else because her mouth was too busy devouring my muff, her teeth gently chomping on my labes, nibbling at my inner labes, parting to let her exhale warm, humid breath deliciously against my quivering slit.
And then that tongue was sliding so tauntingly across the bump of my pointy clit, dragging its raspy protrusions over the most sensitive spot on my body and spiralling me upward toward another massive cunnyquake. Varying her attack, Lisa swirled her tongue around the tip of my clit instead of dragging back and forth across it, then returned to flicking her tongue very quickly up and down, almost flapping it, it moved so fast.
At the same time, she reached up and placed one spit-wet finger on one nipple, vibrating that finger just as insistently across my nipple as if it were my clit. Under the onslaught of both finger and tongue on both nipple and clit, my body surged suddenly toward a second rapid climax, and I felt my body shudder as it lapsed into the grip of an orgasm even more massive than the first.
Her tongue was sliding tauntingly across the bump of my pointy clit
I cried out my ecstasy in tones so shrill the neighbors must have heard, but I was past caring. Lisa never stopped licking me, and I went from climax number two right into climax number three in quick succession. Number four followed. By then I was exhausted, wrung out, limp as a dust bunny, and incapable of responding any further. “I quit!” I weakly protested.
This time Lisa listened. Withdrawing from me at last, she lay down on the bed, spread her legs, and said, “My turn.”
I barely had the strength to get up on all fours and begin to give her the treatment she so richly was due. I doubted I could give her one-tenth as fine a time as she had given me, but if I could manage, I surely meant to try.
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