Tangled with Lust: A Life Changing Lesbian Experience (2 page)

“Where’s your place?” she asked in the silence of the night air.

“That’s awfully presumptuous,” I teased, picking a cigarette out from my clutch to bring it to my lips.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she plucked it from my lips, and crushed it between her fingers, scowling at me. “Are you fucking serious with this shit?”

“What?”

“You’re smoking now?! I leave you alone for one minute, and you’re smoking?”

I have to admit, that stung. Albeit the “one minute” had really been a year, but I couldn’t even find it in me to correct her. I didn’t want to start an argument.

I had been in a terrible place when we broke up that past year, and I had quit shortly after starting, but that night my nerves were getting the better of me. I stared at her.

“I quit, actually … you just have this … you make me crazy, okay?” I reached for the cigarette as if I would still smoke it after she’d flattened it. “Hey – give that to me!”

Instead of doing as I asked, she grabbed my clutch away too, and rifled through it. I gasped and reached for my little purse, but she was quicker and stronger. It excited me, remembering just how much stronger she really was. The new strength she’d grown was even more enticing, so I finally stood with my arms crossed as she threw my last two cigarettes out, and down an alleyway. The walk back to me was brisk, and she stared at me as we stood face-to-face. I wanted her to spank me. I could hardly believe my desires in that moment, but I tried not to think of all the things she would do with me, or all the things I wanted to do to her.

“If you quit, then you shouldn’t carry around those nasty things.”

She really cared for me. It was the only reason I didn’t snap back at her. Instead, I walked right up to her and put my hands on my hips. “And how are you gonna stop me? Hmm?”

The look she gave me made my knees weak, but I repositioned my feet, and my heels clicked against the asphalt. It took all of my strength not to push her a little further, but as luck would have it, my last tease was all it took.

She grabbed me at the hip, and pulled me so close that our bodies touched. My breath caught at the back of my throat, and before I knew it, she was pressing her lips to mine quite unexpectedly. Her arms were wrapping around me, consuming me. I wanted so badly for her to lay me down – forgetting where we were. Flashes of images flooded through me as she held me close just like she always used to do it. She knew what I liked, and she knew what I needed. I was too enticed to put up an argument. I just wanted her to have me.

Her magnetism to me always was always astounding, and in that moment it overwhelmed me. I could feel her needing me, and it was unbearable to pull away, so I sank my fingers into her thick hair and inhaled against her cheek. I thought of how she moaned when I touched her, and I smiled against her lips. Her hands were impatient with me, and I always liked that about her – she couldn’t seem to wait to have me. It was just like old times, and I was getting a little impatient myself.

Thankfully, Erin was very adept at finding a cab, and we both eagerly climbed inside.

“Where do you live?” she whispered, putting her hand on my knee as I looked over at her.

“No … your place.”

“You don’t wanna come over to
my
place,” she grinned, stealing a kiss that left me very frustrated. “It’s a mess … you hate mess.”

I licked my lips and leaned back to give myself a moment to think. “Your place … I’d really prefer your place … please.”

It wasn’t difficult to talk her into anything at that point – she was giving the cabbie her information before she even answered me.  Her hands were braced on her own knees as she spoke to the driver, and I stared at each finger with desire. Those hands had done just about everything to me at one point or another, and they held a sort of power over me I didn’t even fully understand. All I could do was stare at them obsessively.

Her laughter told me she’d caught my obvious affection. Finally, I pulled my eyes up to hers, and she leaned back on the seat. “I don’t think you’re ready for this …”

“Fuck off,” I whispered lightly, keeping my knees together as I looked out the window. It wasn’t altogether purposeful, but I knew that it drove her crazy when I kept my knees together because I was always spreading them for her in our bed. She loved the contrast.

Intentional or not, it drove her wild all over again.

“Naomi …”

It was the last remnant of a conversation until we reached her place and she practically threw her money to the man behind the wheel, flying out to help me into her apartment. As silly as it may have seemed, I always fell for her romantic gestures – as outdated as they might have been. It always warmed me to take her arm and to have her open the door for me. It warmed me a little more to have her panting on top of me, but I tried to empty those thoughts from my mind for the time being. I tried to act as ladylike as possible, even in the elevator where the silence was killing us both.

I could finally exhale as she opened her door to let me in. I sauntered in with my usual attitude, and chuckled as she stepped over to me with hunger.

“Wow there, Tiger,” I teased, knowing hunger was in her eyes. It was cruel to tease her, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted her to wait for it.

Ooh, did that ever sizzle away as she pulled me in and kissed me. I kicked off my heels as she unzipped my dress and backed me down the narrow hall to her room. I was still wobbly on bare feet as she grabbed me and guided me in through the doorway. I nearly fell over when she slipped her tongue out to play with mine, but thankfully her arms were still keeping me close.

As she pushed me over, I fell onto her bed, bouncing and reaching for her while she climbed over me. It was all happening so quickly that I couldn’t appreciate the beauty of each moment on its own, but it was so fulfilling that nothing bothered me. I hadn’t even noticed the clothes on her floor or the opened drawers. All I saw was Erin. All I felt were those hands on me, and that tight body on top of mine.

Reaching my hand under her shirt, her abdomen was so impressive I tilted my lips away from our hungry kisses. Of course, she only continued licking down my neck, but I tried to keep focused on the abs under my fingers.

“Er … Erin …”

“Yeah, baby …”             

“You’re … ripped,” I moaned with laughter, surprised when she caught my wrists, and held them to the bed with her own attitude.

She looked down at me as she held me there, and I squirmed for effect. I couldn’t look into her eyes, but that was exactly what she wanted. She was breathing into my hair, and pressing her thigh between my own – reminding me of how wet I’d become. My cheeks flushed and I squirmed again, but she just held on tighter.

“So sexy …” she whispered into my ear, turning me on again. I loved the way she breathed into my ear, keeping me pinned underneath her. I needed her so badly, but the last thing I wanted was to be so weak as to beg for it.

“Erin …”

“You want something?” she moaned, sounding as feminine as ever while keeping control of my every move. Her knee was lending me heavenly friction, and with as much subtlety as I could manage, I started to grind against her. It only made me more desperate, forcing me to realize that nothing substituted for her touch.

“Give it to me,” I commanded, reaching for a kiss that she eagerly shared with me. “Give it …”

“Greedy girl,” she teased at last, moving her hands down to the hem of my dress as I laughed and started crawling back. It was something we had always done together – my crawling away – because she loved to prove to me that she was the stronger of us both, and I loved to feel her hands on my ankles, pulling me back. That time, she pulled me so hard and so fast that I spread my legs and reached for her.

“Please …” I begged, tugging at the collar of her shirt as I brought my knees up at her sides – only one piece of material between me and that wandering hand of hers. I was frantic as it made its way up my thigh.

“Now that’s more like it …”

“Please-please! Don’t tease me!” I whimpered, pushing and pulling at her while those warm fingers traced over my sensitive thigh and then pressed between my legs. I could hardly breathe.

“Is that what you wanted?” she grinned with confidence. I didn’t even need to see it to know what she was doing. I knew her better than I knew myself, and when I lost control, she was plenty proud of herself. “Is that all …?”

“No … in … inside me …” I whispered with hesitation, but no shame. I never felt shame in the moment, no matter how we had argued or what I felt was proper. When I wanted her, nothing else seemed to matter.

“And how about I taste you …?”

“I want your fingers,” I blushed, always feeling more sensitive about her staring at me while she ate me out. She was incredibly skilled at the task – I must admit – but I always found that it left me rather vulnerable. That being said, the biggest reason I wanted to wait for her tongue was because I didn’t want to cum so quickly. Knowing that, of course she pushed for it.

Her confidence had me blushing again. I wanted to be able to hold off, and her tongue was like nothing else I had ever felt. It gave me tingles just to imagine what it might do to me.

She kissed down my stomach as I trembled and finally pleaded with her to lick me. She couldn’t tease me for long, because she wanted me just as badly herself, but she sure took her precious time slipping off my lace panties.

I could feel her need when she ran her tongue over me for the first time in a long time. Her tongue flattened as it tasted me and then narrowed as it pushed inside of me. The sensation of that tongue stole a little scream from the back of my throat, but I quickly held onto the sheets at my sides and held the rest back as she went to work pleasuring me. I never could understand how she could read my body so well, but then again, she said the same thing about me.

Her tongue toyed with my clit as her hands smoothed over my thighs, and kept me where she wanted me. I was writhing around and staring down at her as I was approaching my first climax – an embarrassingly fast result. I put my hand over my mouth, and pleaded with my eyes for her to let up and save me from the humiliation of cumming after she’d only licked me for two minutes, but she had other plans in mind. With precision and skill, she focused on the left and brought me to a thundering orgasm that ripped through me and tore another scream from the back of my throat – that time an animalistic sort of sound. And before I could even settle myself down, she was climbing over me again to tease her fingers into me.

“Such a wet pussy …” she growled, filled with excitement and need. One finger slipped inside, and she kept close to me when I grabbed her.

“More …”

“More? … Like this?”

That second finger kept me tight around her, and I gasped as she moved them slowly in and out of me – taunting me with her pace. She was showing me the power she held, and I was surrendering mine with ease. I moved against her, and already my mind was on what it might feel like to touch her again. To lick her and have her.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard …” she whispered down to me.

I think I would have given anything to her in that moment, I was so lost in my own desire that everything else was a blur. I would have said anything – done anything – but all she wanted was to please me. Her fingers started picking up their pace as she took control, and all I could do was give in to her. She kissed me as I came that second time, pushing her tongue into my mouth just before and then shortly after. Her hands and lips were all over me until my body had finally relaxed and motivated itself to pursue her.

That lithe, sensual body was calling to me as I lay on my side just staring at her on her back. She was grinning up to the ceiling as I had finally caught my breath.

“Think … you’re so good at that, don’t you.”

She just laughed. “I’d say right about now,
you
think that too, Ma’am.”

“Don’t call me
Ma’am
!” I giggled accidentally, pulling myself over to her and crawling on top. “You can’t call me that after what you just did to me …”

“I missed you,” she answered immediately, sending chills through me because it was seductive. Her tone was deep and heavy, and her jeans were rubbing against my naked thighs.

I pulled my dress down from my chest, reminding her I hadn’t been wearing a bra, and her attention was captivated. Her hands cupped my breasts as I leaned over her, and my nipples grew hard in her palms. Hungry for much the same, I started unbuttoning her shirt as she pinched and squeezed at my breasts. She had a way of touching them that massaged a sort of energy into me that had been foreign to me before we knew each other.

Her breasts were remarkable too, as much as she liked to insist they just weren’t the same. They might have been smaller, but they drove me crazy. Watching her chest pull against the material of her shirts always distracted me enough to fantasize about touching them. They affected me more than she ever cared to admit.

By the time her shirt was discarded onto the floor, I was already working on her pants – unbuckling her belt, and unbuttoning her jeans. I couldn’t even be patient enough to unzip them, because my hands were already tugging them off of her. With her hips lifted just so, it was simple enough to discard them on the floor along with her panties too, and then her bra.