Chapter 1 #3
She places the empty glass, and when she comes back, she removes her hand from my mouth and grasps my face. Before I can do anything, her lips are on mine. Soft, yet demanding.
An explosion of desire rushes through me. Not only because of her. Because of everything.
I am free.
Free to do whatever I want.
No strings attached.
Just a hot girl and the chance to finally be me.
To find out who I really am.
No job.
No role.
No suppression.
So I kiss her back.
She takes her second hand and cups my face to pull me close.
Her tongue enters my mouth.
Being kissed by a woman—
Lord, I don’t believe in, be my witness, as I am losing my mind.
I just let myself be dragged by her.
Her scent is wonderful. I have never smelled a perfume like hers; it is so present, and yet soft and with a hint of vanilla.
Somewhere in my core stirs a tingling sensation as I softly moan against her lips between two kisses.
I grasp her by the shirt with my free hand. The fabric glides through my fingers, and I wonder what material it is—What am I doing here? Thinking about fabric? Idiot, the voice in my head tells me. But it keeps me from getting nervous.
A full-on discussion is about to start in my head, but then, she climbs onto my lap and sits on it, still kissing me.
With both hands, I glide over her legs up to her ass. It’s a move I have seen in movies, and I just try to replicate it.
I grasp her ass.
Holy mother of God.
A surge of desire burns through me as I pull her close.
She grins as she bends down to kiss me. Her long blonde hair falls into my face, and a fruity scent of a Caribbean summer trails up my nose. Her hands wander over my chest to my breast.
The day has been one of those hot September days that transform the concrete jungle into an unbearable heat cage, which is why I only wear a wide silken top with my softly falling high-rise pants.
But because the top is falling wide and has only slim straps, I decided on no bra. Meaning she feels everything.
I mean, I can do no bra. My breasts are naturally round, not too big, and are something many other girls have been envious of in the past.
When El’s hand wanders over my breasts, I see her realize there’s no bra in between, and a smirk tugs the corner of her mouth in a devilish look.
Her hands close firmly around my breasts.
My breathing fastens as our eyes lock. She massages my breasts and rolls her hips against mine, and through the soft fabric of my pants, I can feel heat burning from her pussy.
It is the moment I truly understand what is happening.
I am making out.
With a girl.
We’re probably going to have sex.
On day one of my new life.
I’m diving headfirst into something that should be happening slowly.
I stop for a moment.
“What?” she asks and narrows her eyes.
“What are we doing?” I ask her stupidly.
“What do you think we’re doing?” she asks incredulously.
There is a moment of pause. It’s as cringe as it can get. And I feel like I am losing my freedom. The freedom of exploring myself. I need a boundary. I need—
“You can never fall for me,” I say, even more stupidly. “This is just sex. Nothing else.”
“Yeah, duh,” she says. “I don’t want love. I wanna fuck. Now shut up and turn off that stupid mind of yours. What are you, thirty?”
I have to laugh. Because technically, I am closer to thirty than to my pretend age, but she doesn’t know that. And before she suspects anything, I grasp her ass and pull her into me. Maybe I wouldn’t have without riding on the high of the cocaine, but who cares?
No one.
I can do whatever I want.
And what I want is to fuck with this hot girl on my lap, so wander with my hands up her dress and push it up.
She wear no underwear.
Her body is exceptional, and I am losing my mind as I watch her present it to me.
She has no shame, and I wouldn’t either if I looked like her.
“Do you have a strap?” she asks
“No,” I say. “Just moved in.”
“Too bad,” she says. “We gotta stock you up. I’ll put that on my list, now, fuck me with your fingers,” she says as she leans back—so far back she is supporting herself with her arms on the couch table—presenting me her pussy.
My lips part as I can’t believe this is happening.
“I mean it,” she says. “Fuck me.”
So I wander with my hand around her and enter her with two fingers. I do it slowly. Taking in the sensation of her around me.
A wide grin appears on her face.
“Faster,” she says.
I move faster.
“More fingers,” she says and moans as I move faster.
I add two more fingers.
“Fist me,” she says, and I heat blush my cheeks.
“Fist you?” I asks.
“Yes,” she says. “Fuck me with your whole hand.”
I am too perplexed to think. The only thing I know is that she is just as fucked up as I am. Differently, but just as fucked. A mess, like me. And hell, I am in for the ride.
I bring all my fingers to her entrance and push in. The only
She moans an archs, rolls her hips.
“Harder,” she says, and I do as I am told. My mind completely turned off. No more thoughts about who I might be or might not be. I am just here. Fucking the hottest girl I have ever seen with my fist.