Free Story – The Ritual

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It had started as simply coffee and girl talk. That was what it had started as, but oh, what it led into!

Someone was knocking at the back door. It was her. I knew it. She came every Saturday afternoon at 2:00 when her husband went to play tennis with his buddies. She came for coffee—coffee and girl talk. I looked forward to it every week with great anticipation. The operative word in that sentence is “great.”

Sasha was different from my other friends. Although English-speaking, she was a foreigner. I loved to just sit and listen to her Australian dialect. She was a writer, like myself, and I shared that bond with no one else around this small Southern town. Sometimes we read our secret erotic stories out loud to each other. She laughed at my lazy plantation drawl and called it “cute.” Once she accidentally said “sexy.” (That’s when I felt the first drops of dew ooze from my aching abdomen.)

That particular day, I had a new story. I wanted her to read it, but I was afraid. It was called “In The Sand,” and there was a sex scene in it between two women, one married and Australian, the other single and American. I didn’t know how she’d take it, especially when she realized the one character was her. It was so obviously us. And in the story, we were playing more than “kissing games” on the beach. Much, much more.

We drank our coffee as usual, but she was very giddy (I loved it when she was playful), so we decided to make frozen drinks. We put lemonade and vodka with ice in a blender. In the past, things had gotten a little intimate on those lemonade days.

Once we decided to just lie on my bed and talk; we talked about the various types of female orgasms. I have never been so open about sex with another girl. My other friends got so closed and uptight about the topic. We talked about masturbation, oral sex, and vibrators—all kinds of sensual things. I hated to admit it, but the humidity in my lower region was worse than the moisture in our southern climate during these intimate chats.

The previous Saturday, I had done her makeup and hair for her. Sasha’s eyes were bright green, and her hair was thick, short, and jet black. It felt good to be that physically near her. I even put on her lipstick—a dark red, which looked stunning against her pale porcelain skin. It was sexual and very seductive. I wondered if she felt the heat, the wanting, and the need. Was she throbbing and wet like me?

That particular day, after two special lemonades, I got the courage to read her the island story. I was a little drunk because I hadn’t eaten lunch, but it helped ease my fears.

“Ami, read it! I just want to lie down and listen to your lovely voice,” she exclaimed. Sasha was seductively sprawled on my couch, with one plump breast peeking through her sheer, lavender cotton blouse. I couldn’t help but stare at it and wonder if it would become hard in my mouth. If I had the chance, I would run my tongue in little circles around her nipples until they stood erect through the cloth.

“Okay.” I read the whole thing straight through, and I never looked up.
She was very silent on the couch. After I finish the frenzied reading, I looked up at her. She had a tear running down her face. I was touched, both emotionally and physically. My cunt ached for her, her soft touch, her full mouth, and her hungry cunt.

“Wow, that was beautiful. Very sexy, Ami,” she said. I noticed her hands were brushing against her breasts. It was becoming more and more obvious that she was thinking the same thoughts as I was.
“Thanks, Sasha.” I was embarrassed, and yet at the same time, I wanted to devour her, dig into her fragrant garden with my face, and explore her fleshy folds with every ounce of energy and passion in my body.
“No, really. You used our names. Ami and Sasha. Any particular reason?” Her sparkling eyes looked at me in a soft haze. She was unbelievably calm. Why shouldn’t she be? She was simply asking a question. But I noticed her hand had made its way right between her thighs.
“Yes.” I had to be honest.

Folding the papers, I got up to walk out of the room. “Maybe I should just go get another drink. This is way too awkward,” I mumbled under heated breath.
“Ami,” she called. Her voice had a beckoning tone to it; it lured me back to the heat of her passion and desire. I looked at her. “Come here.”

I went to her and tentatively sat at the end of the couch.
“Don’t be afraid.”

I remained still and silent. A pin drop would have sounded like a nuclear explosion.
Sasha leaned over and tenderly kissed me. A real kiss. A kiss that was long, slow, and lingering.

Without missing a beat, we began to kiss passionately. I had never kissed a girl before. Her lips were so soft, hot, and moist. We slowly and carefully touched each other. That lovely hair smelled like apples and freshness. She ran her hands through my long, curly tresses.
We lay down on the couch, and Sasha kissed my neck. She remembered. I had told her once how I loved when guys licked my neck and ears, and yet they never seemed to take the time to do it. It was all tongue and no teasing.

She took her time. Her kisses weren’t sloppy or too wet because she knew exactly what she was doing. I could feel her breasts on top of mine. That felt different too. It was exciting to have our bosoms pressed together. I wanted so badly to feel them without clothing on.
We kissed for a very long time. Then she delicately unbuttoned my shirt as though it were made of glass. She revealed my black lace demi-bra. I could feel the air on my skin with the exposure. I found myself burning for her to touch them, take one in her mouth…and then she stopped. “Do you really want this?” she asked.

I knew once we crossed the line, there was no turning back. I nodded my head.

“Are you afraid?”
“No. Not afraid. I really do want this,” I replied.
She smiled and carefully unhooked my bra. My bare breasts came spilling out. Swollen flesh that was longing for her sex. She moaned.
“God, you have beautiful breasts.” Her hands carefully examined them.

I had heard this from men many times, but it never sounded so sexual or honest as the way she said it. Sasha lightly licked and sucked them like expensive candy. Godiva chocolate. My nipples immediately got as erect as a soldier at attention. I could feel the seeping, warm wetness between my legs.

Then she moved down and licked my stomach. My shorts had an elastic waist, and I wondered if she would just slide them off. It would be so easy.
She did and with great eagerness and ease. At first, she left my panties on and kissed and licked me through the material. I heard myself moaning. How could this feel so good? Why was I dripping and about to explode? I couldn’t hold out. But I didn’t want to come, either. Not yet.

She pulled down my skin-colored panties. Then she spoke. “Ami, watch me love you.”

I propped my body up using a tapestry throw pillow from the couch. She guided my legs very, very far apart. I thought I would feel self-conscious, but I didn’t. I was so fucking excited.
She took her fingers and parted my lips. I was as exposed as I could ever be. Sasha looked and sighed. “You are so beautiful. I want to take it all in. You smell wonderful. I just want to inhale you, like the delicate scent of an ever-so-pale rose.” She softly blew on my clitoris, while I felt something trickling from deep inside me. One drop at a time, like Chinese water torture. Oh, the ecstasy of sweet pain!

Then she put her mouth on it. She took her tongue and concentrated on the one tiny little hard spot. It was so intense. I wasn’t sure if I could stand it. It was a strange mix of undefined pressure and unbearable pleasure.

I whined and I took it. Sasha never let up. She was relentless. After a few minutes, I could feel it coming. My legs shook. It was as though every nerve ending was on fire. I was almost twitching.
My orgasm was so intense, I screamed. I had never screamed before with a man. As I exploded, she took in the whole area with her mouth. Her tongue was inside me as my contractions grasped her and wouldn’t let go. My heart was racing. I was breathing heavily, and I was crying tears of climactic joy.

She got up, my scent on her breath, and kissed me tenderly while she held and stroked my hair. I could taste myself inside her mouth. She whispered in my ear, “I love you, Ami, in a special way. I want this to be special.”

I cried even harder. She was crying too. We sobbed, kissed, and held each other like a scene in some hazy, erotic, experimental film I had watched as a college girl with my more-than-chummy sorority sister Leah. But that had been long ago and very fleeting. This was here and now.

After a few moments, our tongues met again. This time we allowed our sexuality to take over like a wild, animalistic side of me suddenly surfaced. “Sasha?” I whispered as I stuck my tongue into her ear.
“Yes?” She teased me again with her finger, slipping it inside my swollen, overflowing cunt.

“Let’s do something dirty and exciting. Like the characters in the story.”

I knew by the way she smiled that she was game. I led her by the hand into my bedroom and stood before her at the foot of the bed.
We stripped down completely naked. Then we sat up on the bed, with our legs spread open wide. The lights were on; everything was revealed.

I stared at her lips spread open wide for me. Her clitoris was erect and ready to be sucked. I could smell her too, and she smelled delightful. It made me even wetter. She stared at my lips and my clitoris and my wetness. I was drooling down there.

Then we began the chant. It came from out of nowhere, natural, hypnotic, like a ritual we had done many, many times in our dreams. Sasha began, and I followed her lead.
“What do you want?”
“I want you.”
“What do you want?”
“I want to fuck you.”
“What do you want?”
“I want to kiss you, lick you, and suck you.”
“What do you want?”
“I want to eat you.”
“What do you want?”
“I want to sit on your face.”
“What do you want?”
“I want you to sit on my face.”
“What do you want?”
“Finger me. Finger-fuck me.”
“What do you want?”
“Fuck my breasts.”
“What do you want?”
“Fuck me.”
“What do you want?”
“I want to lick your every orifice.”

Then we moved together. She slipped two fingers into my deep, dark hole, and I slipped two fingers into hers. We pumped each other, pumped until we were wet, finger-fucked until we were on the verge.
In unison, we took our fingers and placed them in each other’s mouths. We tasted ourselves as we sucked each other’s fingers.
Then we formed a “perfect circle.”

Her head was between my thighs as my head was between hers. I licked and sucked and drank her heavenly juices. I took in her taste and smell and touch with all my senses as she took in mine. Then we both slipped our tongues into each other’s love hole, probing and licking while rubbing each other’s cunt with two fingers. The thought of sticking my tongue as far down her as I possibly could reach made me hornier than ever. I could feel her rectal muscles contracting.

“Lick me harder,” she begged. Her tongue explored my private places, going from my clit to my anus. I was moaning as I enjoyed licking her entire bottom, from back to front. I wanted it all, every inch of her. She spread her beautiful, round cheeks even wider to give me better access. I stuck a finger inside her ass as I began to eat her cunt like a starving lady tiger. She came ferociously, while her anus grabbed my finger and would not let go. I bucked my cunt into her face, rubbing my clit on her mouth and nose until I came as hard as she did.

We came over and over, continuing our “perfect circle” until we were happily sore.

What seemed like hours later, we found ourselves staring at the ceiling, wrapped in each other’s naked arms. Beads of sticky sweat clung to our bodies as the aftermath of the ritual set in.
“What was that?” I asked blankly. My cunt was numb.

“It was an intergalactic union of our cosmic sexual selves, a mass hypnosis, the spontaneous combustion leading to our definition of speaking in tongues.”
She sounded so serious when she said it. I watched a perfect ball of crystal-like perspiration dangle from one of her dark pubic hairs. Or was it my saliva or even my cunt juices?

“Oh, Sasha! Tell me you just made that up! It sounded….”
“Absurd, and yet there is no better explanation.”

We burst into laughter. The kind of raunchy giggles released after so much carnal knowledge has been fed into one’s veins.
And that is my story, and that was the beginning of a very, very special ritual.