18. Gretchen
Gretchen
As I watched Zoe finish her sundae I was having a hard time remembering why sleeping with her would be such a bad idea.
We’d only known each other for a little over a week but my feelings for her were growing by the hour.
I loved spending time with her, and based on those three steamy kisses we’d shared, I had no doubt that we’d be sexually compatible.
I silently laughed at myself. Sexually compatible?
We were going to burn up the bed, I didn’t doubt it for a minute.
The longer we waited, the more I wanted her.
“What are you thinking about?” Zoe asked. “You got all serious there for a minute.”
We might have only known each other for a short time, but we’d already learned to read each other’s moods. I put my ice cream down on the table and turned to face her.
“I was thinking I’m tired of fighting this.”
“This?” Hope flared in her eyes, followed closely by wariness.
“The attraction between us,” I clarified. “I want you more than I’ve wanted anyone in my entire life.”
I was giving her my truth, she deserved that.
“I feel the same way,” she said softly. “I want you, and even though we’re very different, I like you too. Like it’s not just sexual. I consider you a friend now, but I’d still like more.”
“What are we going to do about this?” I mused. “I don’t know how your grandmother is going to feel about coming home and discovering that her friend is sleeping with her granddaughter.”
“She’s coming back in what? Nine days? Let’s just make the most of the time we have, and we’ll figure things out when Jan gets back. Maybe we’ll fuck each other a few times and get it out of our systems.”
“Do you really think that will happen?” I asked.
She smirked. “No. Not at all. I have a feeling like once we have a taste we’ll both just want more. But knowing that there’s an expiration date on this, or a potential expiration anyway, makes it easier to do what I want to do.”
“What do you want to do?”
Her voice was solemn. “I want to lay you out on the bed, wear your thighs as earmuffs, and lick your pussy until you’re coming all over my face.”
I blinked in shock. “I didn’t know you were a dirty talker.”
She smirked. “Now you know.”
“So nine days. No strings, no promises. Status to be determined later, correct?”
“Correct.” She stuck out a hand. “Should we shake on it?”
I’d never sealed a sexual deal with a handshake before, but I figured there was a first time for everything.
“Deal.”
Her fingers wrapped around mine, and I popped out of my chair, pulling her up with me. After a quick stop in the kitchen to throw away our ice cream containers we headed down the hallway to my bedroom.
“Ooh, the secret lair,” Zoe teased.
“Get naked,” I ordered.
She gave me a snappy salute. “Yes ma’am.”
We faced each other as we undressed. We started by kicking off our shoes.
She lifted her shirt over her head while I unbuttoned mine, both of us letting things fall to the floor.
Next came the bras. I stood transfixed, watching as Zoe’s full breasts jiggled from the movement.
I’d always been a breast woman. I couldn’t resist lowering my head to flick my tongue against the tip.
While I teased her nipple Zoe shoved her shorts and panties down, then reached over to help me finish undressing too. When we were both naked we closed the distance between us, both of us moving at the same time, bodies slotting together perfectly as our lips found each other.
I tilted my head, moving closer still, fingers digging into the soft skin at her waist.
“You taste like chocolate,” I whispered against her lips.
“Hot fudge sundae for the win,” she joked.
I kissed her again, walking her backwards until her legs connected with the mattress.
She sat down and I followed her, straddling her legs without breaking the kiss.
We sat like that for several long moments, me on her lap kissing her breathless.
I slid my hands between us, stroking the outside of her pussy, but I couldn’t get good access in this position, so I slid off and gestured toward the middle of the bed.
Zoe complied with my silent order, shifting until she was flat on her back in the center of the mattress. I climbed up after her, snagging a pillow and putting it underneath her head.
“Thanks.”
I stretched out on top of her, this kiss slow and leisurely, as if we both thought we had all the time in the world.
Then I kissed my way down her body, starting with leaving little kisses along her jaw, then her collarbones, then the swells of her breasts.
I lingered there, sucking one nipple into my mouth and pinching the other with my fingers before reversing the sides.
When her nipples were hard points and Zoe was making impatient little sounds in the back of her throat I kissed my way across the softness of her belly and down the inside of one thigh.
I pushed her legs open wide, settling between them, taking a few seconds to look at her.
Her pussy was neatly shaved and glistening with arousal.
“So pretty,” I whispered.
“Gretchen!”
I smiled at the impatience in her voice but gave her what she wanted, spreading her lower lips open with my fingers and flattening my tongue to lick up and down her channel.
I went deeper and a little rougher with each stroke, and soon Zoe was rolling her hips up to meet me.
When her fingers tangled urgently in my hair I licked inside her opening and started fucking her with my tongue.
She made a garbled sound that I think was my name, but her thighs were pressed against my head so hard I could scarcely hear her. Her inner muscles were fluttering against my tongue, telling me that she was close.
Shifting slightly, I slid one hand up her body until I found a breast, catching the nipple between my fingers and giving it a firm tug while I continued thrusting my tongue inside her body.
Suddenly she stiffened as if someone had hit the ‘reset’ switch, and then she was thrashing beneath me as her orgasm hit. She made a wailing sound that I could hear clear as day, making me smile against her pussy.
When her spasms slowed I lifted my head, noting how her entire body was flushed pink. Zoe’s eyes were closed, her face slack as she tried to catch her breath.
“Wow.”
I didn’t move from between her legs. I gave her a couple of minutes to come down and as soon as her breath slowed I started licking her pussy again.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
I glanced up at her. “Proving a point.”
I slid my finger into her dripping channel and began pumping in and out, watching her face to see which movements she liked best. I added a second finger, still watching her, and when her hips began to roll up and down to meet my fingers I used my other hand to hold her in place.
“I don’t think I can…”
“You can,” I interrupted, sliding my fingertips against her inner walls. “Relax.”
Keeping my fingers moving I lowered my head again, licking upward until I found the swollen bundle of nerves at her apex. I tapped my tongue against it a few times, then circled around, repeating the motion over and over again until Zoe’s muscles clamped down on my fingers like a vise.
“Oh my God.”
I caught her clit between my lips, sucking hard, and that was all it took for her to go over the edge again.
This orgasm seemed more intense, her entire body shaking with the force of it.
When she sagged against the bed with long exhale, I removed my fingers and scooted up the bed until we were face to face.
She opened one eye to look at me, her expression dazed, and I gave her a smile.
“What was that about not being to come twice in a row?”