AN: Hi! This is an idea I started just for fun, but it turned out to be much more engrossing than I thought. It's a very simple concept, but I've always been fascinated by the notion of pure romance. I've tried it before, but I can never seem to get it quite right. Fingers crossed for this one, lol.
Anyway, there's no real warnings beyond the basics; femmeslash, sex, bad language, etc. Just general adult themes. Also bear in mind the story is AU. As the summary states, Alice is the human while Bella is the vampire. I won't be using the Twilight vampire rules either, so no sparkling or special powers. Everything will be explained in the story as required, so just try and keep it in mind.
And that's about it. Thanks for clicking. Hope you like it. ;)
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Isabella
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Chapter 1:
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I was having one of those dreams again.
Breathless. On a bed somewhere. Naked and watching across my body and through my open legs as she came to me out of the darkness. She was so pale she seemed to glow like the moon. Something unearthly about her. Ethereal. I watched her, dazed and mesmerized. I didn't know how I got there, I only knew that I was there for no other reason than to be hers.
She was coming towards me and I shivered in anticipation. Her hair was so black it seemed to meld into the darkness, thick black locks of it tumbling about her shoulders like shadowy tendrils to bind her back into the night from whence she came. Sable tressed succubus, pure white her skin and pure sin her body. Her breasts looming like moons, huge and heavy, rich white mounds topped with nipples that were the palest pink. Legs like marble, so perfectly smooth and white. She was descending upon me and I couldn't move. Couldn't speak. I could only stare at her. At her dark eyes, darker than the darkest night. Lavish with lust and arrayed with thick long lashes. Below them a smile. Red and wicked and leaning down from the darkness to claim my lips with her own.
Then I woke up.
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Abruptly, with a groan. My eyelids shot open and there was a sharp pang in my heart as I realized it was all just a dream.
Ugh.
Reality.
I sank facefirst into the pillow and groaned again. There was a wet patch where I'd been drooling from the dream and I rolled over away from it.
But wow, what a dream. My whole body was throbbing, especially between my legs. I've always had a lot of sex dreams, but rarely as vivid as that. That was awesome. I only wish it went a little further, but since I'd never been that far in real life, I guess my subconscious couldn't quite figure it out. But wow.
I was even breathing a little heavy, half orgasmed in my little bed, and I smiled to myself as I covered my eyes with my forearm. I loved when I had dreams like that. Always about the same chick, too. That chick with long black hair and pale skin. Kind of vampire-ish. Always her, every time. I don't know why my sexual imagination had latched onto that particular stereotype as the pinnacle of my sexual desire, but I wasn't complaining. She was hot as fuck. I'd give anything to actually date a woman like that.
I sighed and opened my eyes. Early morning. Still kind of dim in the room. I blinked a couple times and rolled over onto my side.
My closet was open and hanging in there was my prom dress. I smiled at it and let the excitement flow into my chest.
Prom night, tonight.
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Prom that night was held in the ballroom of a very expensive hotel—I knew how expensive it was because I had booked a room for me and my girlfriend. We had been dating for just under three months and finally, at long last, she had agreed to have sex with me. Thank god for prom, because without it I'd probably be waiting another whole three months.
Her name was Jessica. She had been my bestfriend before she'd been my girlfriend, and her reluctance to get physical probably had something to do with the fact that she wasn't a lesbian. Even getting a kiss out of her had been a huge drama of denial before we'd actually hooked up. But I really liked her and she really liked me, and we really did have a strange kind of chemistry. I'd read on the internet that it was kind of a waste of time to date a straight chick, but she was really cute and it's not like I was awash with options. Sure, it was a little frustrating, but if she put out tonight at prom—like she promised—then it would all be worth it. We had done some mild experimenting together, just a little kissing and petting, and she really seemed to be getting used to it.
It was our junior prom, and we walked in with our hands clasped, both of us in our dresses, high heeled and with our hair styled. I was almost in awe. It was an extravagant affair, almost like a wedding reception or a movie premier. Chandeliers were twinkling overhead and there were tables with white tablecloths and white roses in slender glass vases. Music was playing and the dancefloor was already packed.
"Wow," I whispered, giving her hand a squeeze. "Isn't it beautiful?"
She looked about and shrugged. "Meh."
"Jess, come on," I said. "I've always dreamed about junior prom and I really want this to be special, so can you at least pretend to be excited?"
"Alright, alright," she said. "It's just weird, that's all. I've dreamed about prom too, I just never pictured it with a chick."
I grinned widely and pulled her closer to me, wrapping my arm around hers. "I always pictured it like this," I said. "Just me and you. Thanks a lot for being my girlfriend, Jess. This really is a dream come true for me."
She rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help smiling. "Yeah, yeah," she said. "Let's not start going down on each other just yet."
I giggled and we continued into the ballroom, arm in arm, like two princesses.
The first thing we did was meet up with friends so I could lie about how awesome their dresses were while secretly gloating over mine. I had designed it myself—fashion design is my calling in life—and sewn it on a sewing machine imported from Switzerland for my birthday last year.
It was possibly the most scandalous dress in the whole ballroom. The fabric was deep red, thin and soft, and it was so short it barely covered my ass. It was also very tight, tight enough to cling to every curve on my cute little body. The bodice was off the shoulder and the bust was arrayed with ruby beading that cost over a hundred dollars alone. My shoes were red leather, bought especially to compliment the dress, and the heels were a full four inches long. Together with my short black hair I liked to think I projected the image of a spunky little pixie demon. All I was missing was horns and a little tail with a loveheart on the tip.
I liked to think I was the hotter of the pair, but Jess really was very cute as well. Her dress was blue, skyblue, and the skirt was voluminous and bellshaped. Her hair was blonde and straight, almost platinum. She was about same height as me, which was pretty short, and her body was slim and cute—also like me. I wish one of us had bigger tits, but we were barely seventeen, so I guess you got to take what you can get.
Either way, we were easily the hottest couple at prom. Easily. We weren't the only same-sex couple, but the other couple was two boys. One of them was a nerd with glasses, not really cute at all, and the other one actually wore a dress and make up. He'd probably get prom queen on sympathy votes, but in all honesty, he wasn't much competition. And the straight couples were just straight couples.
To be honest, I loved the distinction of being an attractive teenage lesbian, and I had never taken much trouble to hide it or make excuses for it. I was loud and proud, and soon I was out on the dancefloor with my girlfriend, twirling her about and pawing at her waist, grinning and even grabbing at her ass. She hissed at me to stop it and got all embarrassed, but that only made me do it more. People were glancing and commenting, but it didn't bother me. I revelled in the smirks of boys and the consternation of other girls and the frowns of disapproval from teachers. I tried not to go too far, but I couldn't help it. I'm an attention whore.
After the dance I danced with a couple other friends as well. One of them was Jasper. He was my bestfriend and originally I was supposed to go to prom with him, just as friends, but then I'd gotten Jess to agree to go with me. He was a senior and the quarterback on the football team. I was a cheerleader. In any other universe we would've made a perfect couple. He always had a pretty massive crush on me, which was kind of flattering if nothing else. It was almost a shame I wasn't into boys, because he was really tall and good looking, with long blonde hair in a ponytail, and he was really popular too.
But he was perfectly happy to be friend-zoned. Well, mostly. He grabbed my ass on the dancefloor, and I realized how Jess must've felt. I slapped him away and hissed at him to stop it, and after the dance was over we went to get some punch.
Jasper poured mine, gallantly, and I took it from him with a roll of my eyes. Jessica was across the ballroom, chatting to some of her friends. She had been a little eager to get away from me and I guess I could give her a breather for a bit. I wished dating a girl wasn't so weird for her. I sighed and sipped my punch, holding the cup in both hands and gazing at her across the rim, at the blueness of her dress, at how her skirt rustled when she laughed. She really was very pretty.
"Fruity punch," Jasper said, smacking his lips against the taste.
"It's strawberries, I think," I said, taking another sip of the pink liquid.
Jasper drank, grimaced, and decided not to drink again. He shook his head and turned to me. "So tonight's the night, huh?"
"Mmhm," I said, still watching my lovely girlfriend across the ballroom. "I can't wait. She looks so hot tonight, doesn't she? I don't even know if I can control myself. I wanna just rip her dress off and eat her out right on the dancefloor."
"Sad thing is, you'd probably do it."
I giggled and sipped my punch. Jasper looked at his cup doubtfully and took one more sip, wincing. He shook his head and put the cup down on the table. He wiped his hands on the sides of his tuxedo pants and looked at me.
"So when are you girls gonna be ready to get out of here?"
"Soon," I said. "Hopefully."
"Good, because I'm only hanging around while you are. After I rent the room for you, I'm outta here."
"Thanks again for doing it, Jazz. I would've done it myself, but I'm not eighteen."
"Don't thank me," he said. "You're the one paying for it."
I chuckled at that, reminded of the price. I'd been working part time at a fashion boutique store, and the room had cost almost two whole paychecks. Jess better be worth it, because I'm gonna be broke for weeks.
"Hey, tell you what," Jasper said with a grin, "how about I pay for half and you let me join in?"
I grinned right back. "Or how about you pay for the whole thing and I let you just watch?"
"Deal."
He stuck out his hand and I slapped it away.
"I was kidding, jackass!"
He chuckled and took up his cup again from the table, although he didn't drink. He just held it. I shook my head at him. I mean, I lik to think I'm a sexually free person, but not that free. Then again, I've never even had sex before, so what would I know?
Jasper and I looked out across the dancefloor for a moment. It was getting late and the DJ was winding it down a little, but there were still plenty of people dancing. I was moving my hips to the music, just swaying them, and boy was I really horny.
Jasper turned back to me. "So how are you feeling about tonight, anyway? Feeling confident?"
"Yeah," I said, sipping and nodding. "I think so. Jess is still very nervous, although I can't understand why. It's actually kind of insulting how I have to beg her to have sex with me. She probably wouldn't do it at all if it wasn't prom."
"What did you expect? She's straight. You should be flattered she even likes you."
"Yeah, I guess, but it's still pretty shitty. Makes me wonder if I'm not as hot as I think I am."
"Now you're just being silly. You look incredible."
I smiled and preened a little in my dress. It was automatic, I couldn't even stop myself. A twist of my foot, a tilt of my hips, elbows tucked and the cup held daintily in one hand.
"You think so?" I asked.
"Mm," he said, frowning at my body as if the sight of it was powerful to him. "Are you kidding? Your ass is driving me crazy right now. Look at that thing, damn."
He leaned to get a good look. I could imagine what it looked like, all wrapped up in the thin red fabric of my dress, round and heartshaped. Not to mention my bare legs, all slim and sexy. I giggled and turned away before he could leer.
"Thanks, it's the dress," I said. "I just wish Jess would say things like that."
"She probably just needs a bit of time, that's all."
"Probably. Although if it was you I was dating I probably wouldn't have to beg you to have sex with me, would I?"
He smirked and sipped. "You'd only have to beg me to stop."
I giggled and leaned against him provocatively, a brush of my bare shoulder in my gaudy dress like a courtesan. "Oh, Jazz," I sighed, gazing up at him. "Sometimes I wish I was straight, but then again, maybe I wouldn't have to be. I've always been a sucker for blondes."
He stiffened—perhaps in his pants as well. "Are you flirting with me?" he asked suspiciously.
"Maybe," I said, bright eyed and coy. I touched one of the buttons on his shirt. "You're pretty cute in a tuxedo and I really am kind of desperate."
"Oh boy," he said, laughing and pushing me away gently. "I think the punch might be spiked."
I rocked back on my heels and swatted his shoulder playfully. "Aww, I'm only playing," I said. "I gotta flirt with somebody."
He smirked at me haughtily. "Save it for the girlfriend, alright? You're practically a dude to me."
My eyes flared.
Dude?
I mean, I know my hair's short, but dude?
Well I never. I knew he was only joking, but I pretended to be mad anyway, narrowing my mascaraed eyes at him and setting my lipsticked lips, standing there angrily in my tiny red dress and red leather heels. Dude indeed. I opened my mouth to give him a piece of my mind, but then the song changed.
I paused suddenly to listen, as if I'd heard a dog whistle. It was a low note romantic ballad with a female vocalist.
"You hear that?"
"The song?"
"It's Jessica's favourite," I said, smiling. "I requested it."
Jessica had paused as well. She was still standing with her small group of friends, over by one of the tables, and now she looked up as her favourite song filled the ballroom. She looked about quickly and her eyes landed on me. She could see in my face that it was me who requested it and she smiled at me. I passed my punch glass to Jasper and grinned.
"I'm gonna have her so wet that by the time we hit the room she won't even remember she's straight," I said, and then I winked and sailed away.
"Go get her," Jazz called.
I shot him a smile over my shoulder—he was watching my ass again—and continued on.
Jess smiled when she saw me coming and all her friends rolled their eyes, jealous that none of their own boyfriends had the romantic sensibility to request them a song, let alone rent them a room for perfect first time sex. Suck it, straight bitches. I offered Jess a hand, right in front of her friends, and she took it. She made a show of rolling her eyes and telling them she'll be right back, but I could tell she was swept off her feet.
I took her out onto the dancefloor and we moved into each other's arms. A slow dance, with her hand on my shoulder and my hand on her waist, swaying softly underneath the chandeliers, smiling at each other and perfectly eyelevel. I was tempted to spoil it with an ill-timed ass grab, but I managed to restrain myself. Instead I allowed the song to finish and then I leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on her lips.
Which was probably worse.
Jess had been smiling, but she panicked slightly when she saw my lips coming at her. But she let me kiss her without shoving me away and afterwards she didn't even wipe her mouth, which I thought was very sweet of her. I giggled and went to kiss her again, thinking it would loosen her up, but this time she did put a restraining hand on me.
"Alice, stop," she said. "Not where everyone can see."
She was glancing about nervously, but no one was staring. They'd seen it all before. At this point in the night, it was no big deal. But I didn't want to argue, so I took her hand and tugged her gently.
"Then let's get out of here," I said. "I'm sick of waiting."
More panic, as she realized that when I said 'get out of here,' what I really meant was 'go have sex.' I guess the song dedication hadn't moistened her up as much as I hoped it would.
"I thought you wanted to dance?" she asked, stopping on the edge of the dancefloor.
I turned to her and gave her a big cute pout. "I'm sick of dancing," I said, and then I put my hands at her waist and turned the pout into a smirk. "Come on, Jess. Aren't you just a little bit excited to get me naked? It's gonna be awesome, I promise."
A reluctant smile moved over her mouth. Her eyes flickered over my dress and away again, and finally she snorted under her breath and shook her head.
"Fine," she said.
I grinned brightly. "So we can go?"
"Yeah, let's go."
"Awesome," I giggled. "Come on, let's go find Jazz."
I grabbed her hand again and led her off the dancefloor.
We found Jasper in a darkened corner, chatting up some brunette who was leaning coyly against one of the tall marble columns that held up the balcony above. I interrupted him, very inconsiderately, and told him we were ready to go. He told the girl he'd be back in a minute and she shot me dagger eyes. I smirked and hoped Jasper would nail her later.
The lobby of the hotel was mostly empty this late at night, aside from the occasional prom couple drifting by in dresses and tuxedos. The floor was polished marble and I made sure to step loudly so that my heels clicked. I liked that sound. There was a chandelier in the ceiling and off to the side there was a bar area were some adults were having drinks.
The front desk was polished hardwood, and Jasper went right up and spoke to the receptionist, a woman in a black suit with a gold name plate on her lapel.
"Hi, I have a reservation," he said. "Jasper Hale."
"One moment please," she said, and began tapping at her keyboard.
Jasper leaned an elbow on the counter and smiled at us. I was smiling too, smiling and clinging to my girlfriend's arm like an overexcited prom date—which is exactly what I was. Jess looked about the lobby and sighed. She looked like she might be sick.
"God, I can't believe I'm going to do this," she said.
I giggled and hugged her arm tighter. "Just relax," I said. "It's gonna be great, trust me."
Jasper gave me a wink before turning back to the receptionist. I smiled and looked across the lobby. The bar area was over there and I saw something that made my smile slowly fade into open mouthed shock.
It was a woman. With black hair and a black dress. She was sitting on a stool at the bar. She had her legs crossed and there was a split in her dress which draped aside and revealed a long swath of pure white skin.
My heart was thumping in my chest, my ears, my throat. I couldn't believe it.
She looked exactly like the woman from my dreams.
Exactly.
A rush of sheer joy went through me which quickly flowed into an indescribable longing. I'd always had an affinity for dark hair and pale skin, as my dreams frequently reminded me, but I had never seen it so perfectly in real life. I couldn't believe it. She truly looked exactly like the woman in my dream. Everything, from the shape of her shoulders to the bounce in her blueblack hair.
I'd even dreamed about that dress once. Even at this distance I could almost feel it in my hands. Heavy velvet, rich black, her breasts swelling all white and huge in the sweetheart neckline of the bodice.
My throat was closing over. Dimly, as if in the distance, I could hear Jasper and Jessica talking to the receptionist. But I couldn't understand them. All I could do was stare. I had even let go of Jessica's arm. I was staring, and maybe she could feel my eyes because slowly she turned. Slightly, on the stool. Her eyes landed on me and it was like she had known I was there. She didn't look at anything else. Just me.
My body went hot and the breath rushed out of me. Her eyes were so dark. Black. God, she was gorgeous. Exactly like my dream, exactly. She looked at me, her eyes moving up and down, and then she smiled. A subtle tilt of her rubyred lips. My heart contracted in my chest and then she lifted a martini glass and sipped it. Then she turned back to the bar.
I finally managed to look away, but I was a complete mess. My pulse was racing and I was even breathing a little heavy.
"Alice," came Jasper's dim voice. "Yo. Alice."
They were staring at me. I looked at them.
"Huh?"
Jasper gave me a weird look. He had the keycard in his hand and we were moving away from the front desk a little, toward the elevator bank. Away from the bar. I had a wild urge to glance back at the woman, suddenly unsure if she was real or if I was seeing things, but I didn't.
"You're not having second thoughts, are you?" Jessica asked, half hopefully.
I finally snapped out of it and chuckled. "Oh no you don't," I said, snatching the keycard from Jasper. "You're not getting out of it that easily."
She smiled guiltily. Jasper chuckled.
"Listen, are you sure you girls don't want me to join in?" he asked. "It might make Jessica more comfortable to have a guy there."
Jess snorted. If the idea of doing it with a girl was difficult, the idea of a threeway was impossible. This was not an adventurous girl. "Thanks," she said sarcastically. "But I think I'll be alright."
Jasper smiled and held up his hands defensively. "Just trying to help," he said. "Anyway, I'm out of here. Don't trash the room, it's under my name. You got that?"
"Yes, daddy," I said, rolling my eyes.
He shook his head, smiling, and started walking back to prom.
"Come on, Jess," I said, taking her arm. "Let's go."
Jess nodded awkwardly and allowed me to drag her away.
Me and Jess practically skipped up to the elevator—or maybe it was just me skipping—and I tapped at the button excitedly. The doors were gold and shiny and I giggled as they opened. We stepped in and I hit the button for our floor. Jess sighed. I looked out as the doors began to close and before they shut completely I caught a glimpse of that figure at the bar, the woman with black hair who looked so similar to the woman of my dreams.
The room wasn't quite five star, but it was close enough. I swiped the keycard and we went in, me smiling and excited, her nervous and clutching her purse. The décor was white and stylish, with cream carpet and taupe curtains. The curtains were open and through the window there was a view of the nightscape over the city all the way to the bay beyond. Even Jess seemed impressed.
"Wow," she said. "Cool room."
I nodded eagerly. "I know, right? I just wish we could get some alcohol too. I should've got Jasper to buy us something. He looks old enough. They probably wouldn't even ask for ID. But oh well, doesn't matter."
There was a large TV mounted in the wall and two beds, each covered with a white bedspread. I wandered between them and put my purse on the nightstand. I giggled and turned on the lamp.
"Two beds," I said, blushing and turning to Jess. "But we'll only need one, right?"
She was standing there with an overwhelmed look on her face. "I guess so."
I giggled again and jumped backwards onto the bed, bouncing, one of my shoes flying off. I giggled some more and rolled onto a hip to give my girlfriend a saucy smirk.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get over here."
She smiled and took off her shoes before climbing awkwardly onto the bed. I took off my remaining shoe too and tossed it aside, shifting onto my knees to meet her, grinning and watching her. I couldn't believe it was finally happening. Me and Jess, just like I always wanted.
I pressed my lips to hers right away, before she was even settled on the bed, and I felt a rush of warmth go through me. It wasn't the first time I kissed a girl, but it was still very new and exciting. Her lips were so soft and small. I had no experience with boys to compare it to, but I could imagine how much better this was. I cupped her cheek and kissed at her mouth eagerly, my heart going wild.
"Mmm," I moaned. "I've been waiting for this so long. I love you, Jess."
It was the first time I'd ever said it, but it wasn't as romantic as I would've hoped. She had paused to adjust her skirt—she was kneeling on it awkwardly—and all she did was flash a slightly surprised smile at my declaration.
"Oh," she said. "I love you too."
She said it as if we were still just friends, and I had to giggle at how the moment just crashed and burned. But I didn't care. I was horny and it was all about the sex. Fuck love, I'll take her body.
And on that note I kissed her again, pecking at her lips to try and get her in the mood. I really hoped this wasn't too bad for her. I really wanted her to have fun too. I kissed her some more and finally captured her lips properly.
Her mouth opened and I took the opportunity to slip her some tongue, just tentatively. She made a weird noise, but she didn't slap me and run out the room, so I gave her a bit more. Her mouth was hot and wet and tasted like fruit punch. I kissed her deeper, moaning, and finally broke away.
"Oh god," I said, grinning uncontrollably. "This is so hot. Hey, wanna take some pictures quickly?"
She wiped her mouth and said: "Pictures?"
"Yeah, I wanted to get some pictures of us making out in our dresses. Do you mind? It would be so hot!"
"Do we have to?"
"Pleeeease?"
I gave her my wide kitten eyes and she finally relented with an eye roll.
"Fine," she said, "let's just hurry up."
I planted another kiss on her lips, and then I giggled and sprang off the bed, grabbing my purse from the nightstand.
We went into the bathroom to use the mirror over the sink. I was so excited the phone was almost trembling in my hand. Jess still seemed reluctant, but she didn't put up a fuss. She stiffened a bit as I put my arm around her and drew her into the mirror, but that was all.
I grinned at our reflection. We really did make an amazingly cute couple, in an 'opposites attract' kind of way. Me in red, her in blue. Her with her hair long and blonde, me with my hair short and black. Her straight, me gay. I giggled and lifted the phone to take the picture.
"Okay," I said, "make sure your tongue's out. Ready?"
She rolled her eyes, but she let me do it. It was a little awkward, but the hardest part for me was not bursting into giggles. We kissed and then turned slightly to the mirror, watching our reflection as our tongues extended and touched between our open mouths. Our cheeks were pressed together and I could feel the heat of her blush even over mine. I licked my tongue against hers and snapped the picture.
Jess broke the kiss right away and made a small show of being disgruntled. I giggled and quickly looked at the picture to check how it came out. A wide grin spread over my lips and I nodded at it. It was perfect, our tongues perfectly entwined and ours eyes perfectly narrowed, all sexied up with our makeup and prom dresses.
"Oh yeah," I said. "That's so hot. Jazz is gonna love it."
I was already sending it to him. Jess frowned.
"You're not sending it to him, are you?"
I laughed and typed out a quick text to go with it. "It's just a kiss," I said. "Trust me, he's seen worse on the internet. And it's not like he doesn't jerk off about me already."
Jess cringed at that, but she might've assumed I was joking. "Just make sure he doesn't show anyone else," she said. "I don't want that shit getting around school."
"Why not? I'm gonna tell everyone we had sex, anyway."
"You better not."
"Oh, loosen up," I said, giggling. "Come on, take off your dress."
Jess folded her arms and didn't budge. I grinned.
"Jess, come on. You promised, remember?"
She sighed and loosened her arms. I smiled, still with the phone in my hand, and watched as she unzipped her dress and pushed it down. I took a picture just as she bent over to pick up the dress, a lovely little snapshot of her cleavage in her strapless blue bra. Her panties were blue as well and I took another picture after she folded the dress and put it on the counter.
"Wow," I said, letting my eyes rake over her soft looking skin. "I've seen you naked in the locker room a million times, but never like this. Are you as turned on as I am?"
"Not really."
"Seriously?"
She had her hands on her hips and she shrugged. I grinned; her nonchalant attitude was beginning to turn me on even more.
"Come on," I said, "this is so hot. How can it not be hot to you?"
"I'm just nervous, that's all."
"We'll go slow, okay? You'll like it, I promise."
I put a hand on her shoulder and touched the skin there, showing her how slow I could go. She smiled and I moved in for a kiss. I let my hand roam her back, over her smooth skin and the rough strap of her bra. She seemed to like it and I was still kissing her when my phone buzzed.
I broke the kiss to check, holding the phone in both hands. I read the text and giggled.
"Who is it?"
"It's Jazz."
"What's it say?"
I turned the phone for her to see. The text said:
fap fap fap
"Ugh," Jess groaned. "What a creep."
I giggled again and looked up at her excitedly. "Hey, do you want to send him a nude one? He'll fucking faint."
"No!" Jess blurted, snatching the phone away from me and stuffing it back into my purse. "No more pictures, okay? Jeez."
"Oh fine," I said, and grabbed her hand. "Come on, let's get in bed."
Smiling, I took her back to the room and began taking off my dress. Jess turned back the bedcovers and got into the bed in her underwear, sitting back against the pillow to watch me.
Her expression wasn't quite as lust-filled as I would've liked, but I gave her a little show anyway, giggling as I did a little stripper spin while slipping off the shoulder strap. The dress unzipped down the side and I pushed the bodice down over my strapless bra—red with silicone padding—and then further down to my waist, pausing there for a moment before revealing my underwear.
"You know, I've got a surprise for you," I said.
She looked nervous. "What surprise?"
I turned my back to her and bent over and sensuously lowered the dress, wriggling my hips for leverage and revealing the red lace thong I was wearing that I had bought specifically for tonight.
"Ta da," I giggled, smoothing me hands against my hips to display my ass. "What do you think?"
Jess seemed speechless. And maybe a little queasy. I kind of liked it.
"Wow," she said finally. "That's…"
She trailed off and I had to giggle. I did a twirl and showed her the front as well. I felt ridiculously sexy wearing it—it was basically just a little triangle of lace over my horny little pussy—and I didn't really mind that she couldn't properly appreciate it.
Instead I just hurried up and climbed into the bed, throwing back the covers. I didn't turn off the lights. I wanted to see everything. Jess shifted away from me slightly, as if to make room, but I was on her like an animal, straddling her hips and pressing my mouth onto hers.
"Mmm," I moaned, wasting no time in deepening the kiss.
At first she only responded a little. I figured she would need a little more time to get into it, so I didn't do anything drastic. I just kissed her, right on her mouth, moaning and letting her know how much I liked it. I could feel her hands touching my back tentatively, and I arched my body into hers to encourage her. The covers were bundled up somewhere around our feet and I could feel the air on my almost naked ass. One of her hands ventured lower and made a grab at it. But something about it must've turned her off because she broke the kiss suddenly and coughed awkwardly.
"You okay?" I asked breathlessly.
"Yeah," she said, nodding. "Yeah, I'm just…"
I was getting a little impatient now—and a little wounded, too. She wasn't even breathing hard. She looked like she'd been kissing a mannequin.
"What?" I demanded. "What's wrong?"
She shook her head, shrugging underneath me. "Nothing, I just…"
I could see I was losing her, for real this time, and I groaned loudly. The throb between my legs was receding at her reluctance and I really didn't want that.
"Come on, Jess," I urged. "You promised. You said you wanted to."
"I did," she said, and then changed her mind a little. "I do, I just…"
"Just what? What's wrong?"
"It doesn't matter, just keep going."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'll be alright."
The night already felt ruined and I wasn't even sure if I was in the mood anymore. But I gave it one last shot, pressing our lips together and rubbing my body against hers. It didn't feel the same, but eventually I began to heat up again. I moaned, getting back into it, and I licked her lips to request entry.
But her mouth didn't open. I tried again, thinking she just needed a bit more encouragement, and this time it did open. I brushed my tongue against hers. Her tongue didn't move, and my heart sank when I realized that she wasn't really kissing me back. She was kind of just lying there.
I stopped kissing her and raised up a little.
"Jess?" I asked.
"I'm sorry," she said, squirming out from under me. "I'm sorry, I just…"
Well, that's it.
It's over.
I groaned inwardly and collapsed onto the bed. My face landed in the pillow and I sobbed into it wretchedly, beating the mattress limply with a balled fist. My pussy was burning with frustration and my heart was burning with something else. Humiliation. It was almost like a cruel joke.
I sat and looked at Jess. She was sitting on the edge of the bed and she was wiping her mouth. She still looked so sexy, half naked in nothing but her bra and panties, her blonde reaching all the way past her bra strap. I sighed and shuffled over to sit beside her.
"Sorry," she said, glancing at me guiltily. "I thought I could do it, but…"
My shoulder slumped, but I still had a tiny flicker of hope. I gave her a smile and said: "Are you sure? Maybe if I…"
I was taking off my bra. It was a desperate move, but I truly was desperate. The latch was in the front and my breasts were revealed instantly. And they really were perfect, even without the padding. Not too big, not too small. Just plump little tits with big nipples.
It gave me a surge of horniness to expose them, and I could only hope that Jess felt something similar. But she only looked at them as if they were half revolting to her. She had never seen them like this, and she had only touched them through my shirt.
But this was my last chance, and it was now or never for her to get better acquainted with them. So I took her hand and placed it on my chest. Her touch sent a wave of heat all over my sensitive skin, but her fingers were cold and they didn't really respond. I raised my eyebrows hopefully and held her hand on my boob. She shook her head reluctantly and retracted her hand.
I almost burst into tears.
Literally.
Oh my god, how humiliating. I wanted to throw myself onto the bed and cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted to grab her and shake her like a ragdoll and demand why doesn't she want me. But most of all I just wanted to fuck. I did, I really did.
Jess had stood up and now she was picking up her shoes. I stared at her body poutily. Frigid bitch. Once she had her shoes, she tucked them under her arm and disappeared into the bathroom where her dress was. I sigh and then I stood up to fetch my own shoes.
I didn't bother putting my bra back on, I just shoved it into my purse. My dress was laying there on the floor and suddenly it didn't seem so sexy anymore. It seemed sad and discarded, crumpled there on the carpet. I picked it up and slipped it over my head.
Jess came back into the room as I was putting on my shoes. She was back in her dress and at least she had the decency to look guilty.
"I have to get out of here," she said. "I'll get a ride with Ange. I'm really sorry, Alice. I'll pay you back for the room, I promise."
That hurt too, but not as much as everything else. To think I'd even fantasized about anal fingering tonight. I didn't even get to touch her tits properly. But I'm nothing if not a lady, so I shrugged it away and pretended it was no big deal.
"It's alright," I said. "It's not your fault. If you're not ready, you're not ready. I understand."
She smiled sadly. "I ruined your prom, didn't I?"
I smiled sadly too. "Kind of, yeah."
She looked down, but she was happy I wasn't too upset. Not outwardly, at least. She looked about the room and swayed softly. Her skirt swayed with her. I heaved a sigh.
"Does this mean we're over as girlfriends?" I asked.
"I'm not sure," she said. "Let's just see how it goes, okay? I still love you, I just…"
I nodded. She nodded as well. Then she smiled and placed a kiss on the corner of my mouth, just barely touching my lips.
"Can I call you tomorrow?" she asked.
I nodded, somewhat heartened by the sexy little kiss. At least it felt sexy to me. She smiled again and then she moved past me and opened the door. She looked back once, still smiling, and then she went out and closed the door behind her.
I sank down on the bed and looked about the expensive hotel room with my hands in my lap. I huffed and pouted.
So much for prom.
—
By the time I went back downstairs I had almost forgotten about the woman with black hair.
I had been planning to return to prom and find Jasper. Mostly to cry on his shoulder about my ruined first time and maybe ask him to put on a dress and have sex with me. He had long hair, which might've been close enough to a girl for the mood I was in. But I never made it back to the ballroom. Because as I was coming out of the elevator I looked up and saw her.
The woman from my dreams.
Those same feelings washed over me all over again, that same crazy wave on wave of recognition and amazement. Black hair, black dress, oh my god. She was still at the bar, sitting in exactly the same stool with her legs still crossed in that exact same attitude. Even the drink in her hand seemed not to have decreased or diminished. She looked as if she hadn't moved at all the whole time I was upstairs. She looked as if she had been waiting there for me to come back down again. She looked like she had been sitting there all night. All night and all day, perhaps for weeks, just waiting for me to come along. As if there was no other reason in the world for her to be there but for me to see. To see and to…
…go over to her?
The idea popped into my head in a wild burst of audaciousness. I mean, why not? What did I have to lose? Nothing, really. Sure, there was no chance at all she would be interested in me. After all, this was an actual person, not a figment of my sexual imagination. Statistically speaking, there was a ninety nine percent chance she was completely straight. It was also logical to assume that such a beautiful woman was likely to already be in a relationship. Adding to all this was the fact that I was an underage highschool girl and she was a grown adult, and there really was no point at all going over.
I even had a girlfriend, technically. But I didn't care. My heart seemed to be singing in my chest and I didn't care if I would only embarrass myself. It wouldn't be the first time I'd be humiliated tonight, and it would definitely be worth it, even just to get a closer look at her. I had to do it. It felt like I didn't even have a choice. This was the woman of my dreams, and I didn't care if it was inappropriate. I was gonna go over there and hit as hard as I could on the sexy bitch.
So I did. My feet began to move. I felt lighter than air, giddy, dizzy, teetering on euphoria. I couldn't believe I was actually going over, but I was. I was even smiling.
The bar was mostly empty aside from her. I wasn't capable of looking at anyone else, anyway. The emotions I was feeling grew more and more intense the closer I got to her until my skin seemed to be squealing. The bar was dimly lit with lamps overhead and the light didn't even seem to touch her hair. There was no shine or shimmer to it, just depthless black. Same as her dress. Nothing reflected in that rich black velvet. I was coming around to her side and I could see her arm. So white and slender. A diamond bracelet around her wrist. My eyes moved to her face and she turned as she noticed me there.
My heart stopped.
Up close like this it was truly uncanny. She looked exactly as I had always dreamed and pictured her. She was impossibly beautiful and her every feature seemed to call to me. Fine boned and pale. So pale. Her skin was white and utterly perfect and her high cheek bones and upturned nose gave her an air of majesty, like a queen. Her eyes were as black as her hair and there was no light in them either. But it was the look in them that made me blush so hard.
It was like she recognize me.
Not the same way I recognized her, but recognized me simply as if she had seen a few times before. As if she really had been waiting for me. It was ridiculous to think so, but that's what it felt like. She didn't seem alarmed or surprised at all to see me there. She only smiled. The red curve of her lips almost made my heart burst and my voice came out in a strange gush.
"Hi," I breathed.
I was surprised I even said anything. She arched a perfectly black eyebrow and didn't answer. I couldn't blame her. What exactly does a woman say to weird girls who approach her in a bar for no real reason?
I didn't know, I just giggled like an idiot. I was blushing so badly it hurt my face. But I figured I should at least make another attempt, and in a sudden burst of inspiration, I said:
"This is really weird, but, um…do I know you? I feel like I've seen you before. Are you on TV, or…?"
It came out lame, very very lame, but happily it seemed to amuse her. She looked at me and gave a subtle shake of her head.
"I don't think so," she said.
I gushed another giggle and tried not to smile so ridiculously. "Oh," I said, lacing my hands behind my back coyly. "Maybe it was just in a dream."
I was smirking as I said it, blushing like a beacon but with a studied boldness, as if she might even catch the meaning. That was impossible, of course, but she smiled nonetheless. Smiled and turned back to the bar.
"Maybe," she said, taking up her martini glass. "What's your name?"
"Alice."
"Alice," she repeated, looking at me as if wondering if that was the correct name after all.
"Yep," I giggled. "What's yours?"
She sipped her drink and didn't answer. A slow sip. Sensuous. She held the stem of the glass delicately and her fingers were long and white and there was a diamond ring on one of them. I watched her sip and I watched her lower the glass again.
"Alice," she said again. "What are you doing here, Alice?"
"What do you mean?"
"Were you at the prom?"
"Yeah."
"I thought so," she said, and then she let her eyes move over my dress. I had a wild urge to take it off for her—along with my underwear—but I managed to restrain myself. She looked me over from the tips of my red leather shoes to the top of my ruby red décolletage, and smiled. "You must've been the belle of the ball in a dress like that," she said. "You look gorgeous."
"Thanks," I said, actually modest for once. "I designed it myself."
"Impressive," she said, looking me over again. My bare legs tingled as her eyes roamed over them. "It's very…daring."
I bit my lip and blushed, wondering if that was a regular kind of compliment or if there was something more to it. If pheromones were a real thing, I was certainly wafting them in her direction. Could she tell I liked her and she was trying to flirt?
The woman looked out across the lobby, where a teenage couple was going by, and then she turned back to me. "Is prom over?"
"No, but me and my girlfriend left early," I said. "We got a room together, but…"
I was watching for her reaction to the fact that I had a girlfriend, but she didn't seem to have one. She leaned an elbow on the bar and placed her chin in her palm.
"But what?" she asked.
One of my shoulders was partially covered the strap of my dress and the other one was bare. I shrugged the bare one. "She chickened out," I said.
"Did she? Well. Her loss."
"Yeah," I agreed, and then gave another little shrug. "Mine too, though. I really liked her. I wouldn't say I loved her, but you know. She was my best friend. I guess I should've known better. She was never into girls. Not like me, anyway."
I was still watching for her reaction, but none of it seemed to even slightly ruffle her unearthly façade. She smiled and lifted her glass. She sipped, keeping her eyes on me, and said:
"You like girls, do you?"
"Yeah," I admitted.
"Hmm," she purred.
And that's it. That seemed to be her entire reaction. I couldn't even begin to read it. Obviously it didn't bother her, but—
Was she turned on?
Because that's kind of what it seemed like. Was that even possible? I guess it was. Maybe. Lots of chicks liked a little lady loving, even straight ones, and it's not like I was being discreet. I was practically throwing myself at her, and I really am very cute. Adorable, really, and sexy too. She could have me if she wanted me, easily, obviously, but—
Did she want me?
Now it was her watching my reaction. I didn't know what I looked like, but she smiled and tilted her head slightly. "Are you okay, Alice?" she asked, using my name as if we were close friends. "You look a little warm. Maybe you need a drink to help you cool down."
I chuckled, and shook my head at the rows of bottles behind the bar. "I'm not old enough to drink," I said. "I wasn't even old enough to get a room, I had to get my best friend to do it."
She made a soft sound of amusement in her throat and rose from the stool. The movement seemed so dramatic after such imperial poise that I almost fell over.
I actually did stumble back slightly, my heart racing. I had caught a glimpse of her thigh through the split in her dress and quickly raised my eyes. She was almost a full head taller than me. It surprised me. She had the half empty martini glass in her hand and she tilted it back in one swallow. I looked at her tits while she was distracted. They were amazing.
Her purse was sitting on the bar and she picked it up after placing down her glass. I was afraid she was going to go, but she didn't. She turned to me, smiling a mysterious smile, and said:
"Why don't we go up to my room? I have a penthouse suite where we can share a bottle of champagne in private and maybe get to know each other a little. What do you say?"
My mouth was open. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't even remember how to speak.
"Err…"
"Well?"
"I don't know," I said, a glimmer of hesitation finally breaking through the impossible attraction I felt to her. "I don't even know you."
"But I thought you said you did?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, beautifully. "What was it you said? That you saw me in a dream?"
A dazed chuckle came out of me. I had said that, hadn't I? And it was true, too. Was I dreaming right now? How could any of this be real? Was she really…?
"It's up to you," she said, watching me, arms folded under her heavy breasts. "Tell me."
I chuckled again, taken utterly by surprise. I had no idea if I was dreaming or not, but did it really matter?
"Okay," I blurted.
She smiled and inclined her head slightly. As if I had made a wise decision. "Excellent," she said. "Come with me."
I nodded, but for a full few seconds I couldn't even move. She went on ahead and I stared at her, at her long black hair and her long black dress, at how her hips rolled richly under that rich black velvet. She didn't look back to see if I was following her, but she didn't have to. I snapped out of my trance and quickly scampered up beside her, me in red, her in black, like a little demon girl at the elbow of some dark angel.
We rode the elevator to the very top floor. The walls were shiny gold and I watched our reflections in silence as I tried to keep still. I could smell her perfume and I felt like any minute I would explode and start bouncing around the elevator like a pinball.
Was this really happening?
I guess I should've been a little more nervous. After all, this woman could've been anyone. She hadn't even told me her name. And if we're being honest, it really was kind of suspicious. I mean, what kind of woman can so casually seduce a minor with promises of champagne in her private penthouse? At the very least you'd have to admit she didn't seem to have much respect for the legal age of consent. But I wasn't worried. Well, maybe a little, but I didn't care. She was the hottest thing I ever seen, and even if she turned out to be some kind of black widow, well, that's a chance me and my pussy were willing to take.
Her room was indeed the penthouse. The presidential suite, to be precise. It was five times as large as my room downstairs, almost as large as a whole house. She walked right in and I lingered for a little bit, gazing around. She turned the lights on low and there was a dim cast to the room. There was a white leather sofa and a white oval coffeetable. A bouquet of lavender in a vase. The windows looked out over the sea which was black and heaving in the moonlight.
She was on the phone, ordering the champagne. I watched her, clutching my purse in both hands like an awkward prom date. She smiled at me and hung up the phone.
"Sit down, sit down," she said, waving a hand at the sofa. "I'll be right back."
Then she disappeared into the bathroom.
I was practically paralysed, but somehow or other, I made my feet move to the sofa. My body was light and airy. I sat on the sofa and shivered at how cool the leather was under my bare legs. Suddenly I felt like a total slut and I really liked the feeling. I was about to have sex with a total stranger. What a bad girl. It was even illegal, on her side at least, assuming she was over eighteen which was a fair assumption considering her cup size. What did they call it when an adult has sex with a minor? Statutory rape. That shouldn't sound so exciting, but it kind of did. It made me grin and bite my lip coyly.
She was in the bathroom for a long time and she came out just as the champagne arrived, as if she had somehow known. The bottle came in an ice filled winebucket on a sliver trolley. The waiter, or whatever he was called, wheeled it in and left it by the coffeetable. He glanced at me, and I was half worried he might ask for ID or something, but he might've assumed I was a cousin or sister or something. The woman dismissed him with a tip and he gave a little bow—glancing at her cleavage, the fucking pig—and promptly left the room.
The bottle was already open and there were two tall champagne flutes. She began pouring one of them, but then she glanced at me as if she had only just noticed me sitting there.
"Oh, I left my purse in the bathroom," she said. "Could you quickly fetch it for me?"
I leapt to my feet.
"Sure," I blurted. "I'll just—"
Then I practically sprinted to the bathroom to do it as quickly as I could.
I half stumbled into the bathroom and looked about in wonder. Everything white and blinding, like some kind of temple. There was a round marble bathtub and a glass cubicle with a gold showerhead. Two ornate mirrors in gold frames over two different sinks with gold taps and faucets. I chuckled once in awe and looked for the purse.
It was sitting on the counter. Black leather with a whitegold catch. I picked it up and looked it over. Gucci. My god. I was tempted to look inside, and since I've never been the kind of girl to resist temptation, I did. I unsnapped the catch and the first thing I saw was money. My mouth fell open slowly.
"Oh my god," I breathed.
I reached in and lifted out a whole handful of hundred dollar notes. It must've been thousands. What kind of person walks around with that kind of cash? Damn. If the penthouse didn't confirm it, the contents of the purse did: she was rich. Rich and sexy. Wow.
I went to put the money back, but then I had a dilemma. Would she notice if one of the hundreds was missing? I shouldn't even think about it, but I could use one of them to help defray the cost of my own room downstairs. But in the end I didn't, I just tucked it all back into the purse. I had nowhere to hide it, anyway. My own purse was back on the coffeetable. I supposed I could've smuggled one of the bills in my panties and looked for an opportunity to transfer it into my purse, but too risky. I wouldn't want her to kick me out. In the choice between sex with a beautiful woman and a quick hundred, the decision was quite clear.
I'd been gone longer than I wanted to be, so I didn't bother going through the rest of the purse. I hurried back out into the room and deposited the purse on the coffeetable.
"Sorry I took so long, I couldn't find it," I said, hoping she wasn't suspicious.
She didn't seem to be. She had already poured both glasses and she offered me one with a smile. I reached and took it from her. I could see the gold liquid bubbling and I had a moment of hesitation.
"Oh, um…"
"Yes?" she asked.
I held the glass and looked at her reluctantly. "At school they warn us not to accept drinks from strangers, especially if you don't see them prepare it yourself."
"You think it's drugged?"
There was a playful look in her dark eyes, the way a cat looks at a mouse. I blushed and stuttered.
"No, I…"
"I'll pour you another if that's what you want," she offered.
"But it's probably really expensive, huh?"
"Don't worry about that," she said. "I only want you to be comfortable."
I shifted my weight onto my hip and thought about it for a second. But only a second, because seriously; I was being an idiot. That kind of stuff never happens in real life, and anyway, I highly doubt there was anything this woman could do to me that I'd object to, drugged or not. Hell, I already felt half drugged. So I just giggled and shook my head.
"Nah, it's alright," I said.
"If you say so," she said. "Come, let's sit down."
We sat on the sofa, close together, and I caught another waft of her perfume. I had no idea what it smelled like, aside from sexy. I was staring at her as I took my first ever sip of champagne, and I was surprised at how crappy it tasted.
"Mm," I meeped. "That's disgusting."
She chuckled softly. "It's nothing but the best, I assure you."
"Sorry," I said, blushing. "I guess I'm just not used to it. I've never had champagne before. Only beer. I never liked beer much either. It's pretty bitter. This is kind of bitter too."
I felt like I was babbling and I forced myself to shut up. I took another sip. It really was very bitter, but I liked the bubbles. The woman hadn't even tasted her own champagne yet and now she leaned forward and placed the glass on the coffeetable.
"You're not drinking?" I asked.
"I'm not thirsty," she said, and then she leaned back against the sofa, facing me, and put a hand in my lap.
I froze.
My dress was so short that she was touching my bare skin. My knees were together, but there was enough of a gap for her hand to slide between my thighs. I stared at it in terror, as if it were a spider. But I didn't flinch. The hand was petting me, stroking the inside of my thigh as if my leg were a cat, and my pussy did indeed seem to purr.
"What's wrong?" she asked, watching my face.
My eyes jerked up to look at her. She was still caressing my thigh and I was still somewhat stunned. "Nothing," I said. "I just…"
She smiled and watched me struggle. Her hand continued to pet me. Finally she chuckled. "Drink up, my dear, drink up," she said. "You're very nervous, aren't you? You need to relax. I'm not going to bite, I promise."
I gave a shaky giggle and drank. A big gulp that made me cough a little. Her hand was still there between my thighs, still caressing me so dangerously close to my pussy. Her touch made everything seem so real all of a sudden. Until that moment part of me believed that nothing was going to happen. But now I knew.
Finally she retracted her hand from the warm crevasse of my thighs and bought it up to my breasts instead. Just her fingertips. Brushing the underside of one globe before cupping it in her palm and administering a gentle grope. The material of my dress was paper thin and my whole body quivered under her touch. My breath trembled in and out.
Then the hand came up even further, first to my shoulder and then to my neck. My neck felt very slender under her hand and my skin seemed to be ice cold and blazing hot all at the same time. Her hand was moving to cup the nape of my neck and I was staring at her helplessly. She smiled and drew me toward her red and wicked lips. I watched them get closer and then my eyes fell closed as they connected.
A soft moan came out of me and I dropped the champagne flute. Dimly I heard it break. She didn't seem to mind. She pulled my face even closer and deepened the kiss in one smooth demand of her tongue. I hardly knew what to do, I just opened my mouth. Her tongue came in and it was the best thing I ever felt. I moaned again and tried to respond, but I was so overwhelmed and helpless. It was all I could do to remain conscious.
I don't how know long she made out with me on the couch, but it was a long time. I had only drank about half a glass, but I felt completely drunk. More than drunk. Dizzy. Disorientated. Her hands were roaming my body, mostly my breasts and thighs, and soon my pussy was a soaking mess. I was so horny it hurt.
Finally she broke the kiss and looked at me. I was breathless and already exhausted, flushed, sweating, my legs parted, my dress slightly hiked. I must've looked wild. She smiled at me and she was strangely unruffled. No blush at all on her face and no heavy breathing. Only that slight curve on her smudged and swollen lips.
"Come," she said, taking my hand and rising from the sofa. "I think you're ready."
I rose and it was like my legs were jello. I could hardly walk and it was a weirdly pleasant sensation.
She led me by the hand into the bedroom. She turned on the lamp. I was throbbing everywhere and I watched her turn back the covers on the bed. Then she turned to me. She beckoned me forward with a finger and I went up to her. She turned me by the shoulders and found the zipper on my dress. She unzipped it and began to undress me. Like a child at bedtime.
My dress collapsed at my feet. As if it just didn't have the energy to stay on anymore. I was suddenly naked aside from my panties. Red and wet. I turned to her, blushing with my small breasts exposed. Neither of us had spoken since entering the bed room and neither of us spoke now. She just smiled and directed me by the shoulders to sit on the bed. I did, as obediently as a puppet, and then she knelt down and began removing my shoes. One first, then the other. As if I were some princess. Then she placed her hands on my knees and looked up at me with her dark eyes and dark hair. My heart was thumping. She leaned and placed a kiss on each of my kneecaps and then she gave me a pat and rose to her feet.
I shuffled backwards on the bed and laid on my side to watch her undress. She slipped each heavy velvet shoulder strap from her pale shoulders, smiling, and then she turned around. The zip was in the back and she unzipped it in one smooth motion, revealing a long length of her ivory white back. No bra strap. I watched, mesmerized, as she pushed the dress down, still with her back to me. Her legs were indescribably long and white. Her panties were black. The dress fell to the floor in a heavy heap of black velvet and then she rose up again. Some of her hair had fallen over her shoulder and she flung it back with her hand as she turned to face me. Her breasts were huge and heavy and achingly white and her nipples were the palest pink. My heart seemed to be stuck in my throat. Around her wrist she wore a diamond bracelet and around her neck she wore a diamond necklace. She looked like a goddess.
She smiled at me and paused at the nightstand to remove her rings, her body tall and poised in the dim glow of the lamp, a silhouette of sideboob. Then she lifted her feet to remove her shoes one at a time, letting each of them clatter to the ground, and finally she climbed into the bed.
I watched at her, smiling, waiting, and my body rustled with anticipation as she descended upon me. Her breasts fell flush against mine and her heavy mounds absolutely smothered my littler ones. An indescribable feeling. Warmth and softness. Like my soul ascending. Her mouth came down upon mine and I opened it instantly for her tongue.
She kissed me for a long time, straddling my hips and rubbing her body into mine, driving me even deeper into this dark and all-consuming lust. I responded as best I could and eventually she rolled over so that I was on top of her.
Between her legs. I stopped the kiss to look at her. Her pale face was laying perfectly serene in a pool of pitch black hair. I gulped, trembling and feverish. She didn't speak, but I could see it in her eyes. Her smile. She wanted me to do her. Daring me. The challenge swelled in my chest, making me bold, and I gave her a kiss. It was my first act of assertion and it was intoxicating. I kissed her lips again, as if tasting them. They were so soft and full. I kissed her for a while and then I kissed her face. I pushed my chest against hers and suddenly I really wanted to suck her boobs.
I raised up between her legs, kneeling there. Her whole body was exposed in the dimness of the lamp, everything aside from that area behind the black lace of her panties. But most prominent was her breasts. Even laying on her back couldn't diminish those glorious mounds. They bulged upwards, pale and rolling, like hills of snow. I leaned down immediately and took one of her nipples into my mouth. I moaned on it and sucked. She chuckled softly, her chest vibrating. I had the other breast in my hand and I held it. It felt so huge in my hand. Huge and warm. I squeezed it to make the nipple bulge and then I sucked on that one too, licking it, kissing it, sucking it again. Then I moved back to the other. Her hands were in my hair, holding me at her chest. Her tits were so fucking delicious. They squished in my hands like marshmallows and I licked at them like they were ice creams. Soon they were practically covered in saliva and my tongue was slipping about her nipples like a snake. I heard her moan and it was like music to my ears. I kept going and after a while she bucked her hips.
Just slightly. But I felt it. I was laying between her legs and I felt the front of her pelvis push at me, as if urging me to do something. And I knew exactly what she wanted.
I abandoned her tits instantly and shuffled further down on the bed. I was face to face with the black lace of her panties and the scent that drifted up was heavy and dizzying. I inhaled and swooped to lick it. The lace was rough against my tongue. I licked again. Her body moved, a gentle writhing. I licked around the edges of her panties and got my first taste of her arousal. It drove me crazy. A weird groan came out of me and suddenly I was clawing at her panties, desperately trying to get them off. She chuckled sultrily and lifted her hips to assist me. I finally got rid of them and flung them away. Her legs fell open again and the breath rushed out of me at the sight of her sweet and soaking entrance.
Pink petaled and glistening in the glow of the bedside lamp. That tantalizing scent wafted up to meet me, even more potent than before, and I leaned down and licked it. Her taste coated my tongue and my stomach twisted in hunger. I licked again, harder, and then I was just licking. I was lying face first between her legs and I just kept licking and licking. She moaned and clenched her hands in my hair, holding me there. She was getting wetter and wetter and suddenly there was a gush of fluid that I continued to lick up even as she moaned away the orgasm. She let me lick at her for a while, petting my hair, until finally I raised my face and looked at her.
She smiled and finally her unshakable serenity had been touched with a hint of satisfaction in her dark eyes. She drew me towards her and kissed me. My mouth was slathered in her arousal and she seemed to enjoy it.
Then she laid me down. I was half unconscious by now. My head rolled and I saw myself in the full-length mirror by the bed. The reflection was dim and I could see myself laying there while the woman with black hair removed my red and wet panties. I blinked slowly at myself. My eyes looked weird. They were black and opaque, as if the pupils were completely dilated. As if I was stoned.
But then I moaned and turned to look across my body. The woman was down there, between my legs, and I smiled at what she was doing. Licking me. I moaned again and smiled as her tongue dragged hot lashes of lust across my soft and sensitive folds. She licked hard and firm, almost hard enough to rock me back and forth on the mattress. I moaned again, staring at that mass of black hair between my thighs, that sexy face, that long red tongue. She licked again and I shivered and whimpered. Again. I almost sobbed. Again and again and again. My breath was heaving in and out of my chest and my eyes were closed by now, my whole face scrunched up. I had my legs open so wide it felt like they were splitting and my back was arching off the mattress. My breathing went fast and rhythmic and suddenly my hands clenched in the bedsheets. A cry came out of me as all my dreams came true in one big orgasm.
I almost passed out. I might've, for a moment. When my eyes opened, I was panting and laying on my side. My body was humming and I could feel an ebbing throb between my legs.
Then the covers came up. The woman kissed the side of my face, as if to wake me, and I managed to flutter back to life. She shifted me a bit, so my head was on the pillow, and then she drew the covers over us both.
"Oh god," I wheezed, still not breathing properly. "That was so amazing. I can't believe it. Thank you. That was so…"
"Shh," the woman whispered. "Just relax."
She was drawing me closer under the covers and I snuggled up to her blissfully. Her naked body was cool and smooth and I seemed to fit against it perfectly. I didn't even know her name, but the intimacy was indescribable.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm so tired. I don't know why I'm so tired. Mmm. That feels so good."
"This?"
She was stroking my side with her hand. I had an arm and leg thrown over her, and her hand was there at my waist, patting me, caressing me, soothing me.
"Yes," I whispered, breathlessly. "Mmm. I love it."
She chuckled in a low vibration of her chest. "Just relax," she said. "You'll be asleep in a minute."
"I can't sleep. I have to go home."
"Shh. Just lay here with me for a while."
"Okay," I said, giving up instantly. "Okay. Mmm. It feels so good." I was rubbing my thigh against her and cuddling even closer. "Mmm. This is so amazing. Who are you? I don't even know you're name. Will I ever see you again?"
I had actually opened my eyes and raised up slightly to ask those questions. But she only smiled and guided my head back down to her chest. She kissed my hair and whispered:
"Soon, my dear, soon. It will be difficult to part with you now that I have finally found you, but we must bare it as best we can until we are reunited once again. Now go to sleep. If you wish to see me again sooner rather than later, simply close your eyes and I'll be waiting there in the dark. As I always have."
She kissed me again and a faint murmur came out of me.
I was already falling asleep.
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I woke up in the morning with a pain in my head that would split a coconut.
I groaned and opened my eyes. Brightness. Sun. I moved slightly in the bed, laying on my stomach, and then suddenly I remembered where I was. I flipped over and sat up. A throb of pain almost knocked me back down again. I put a hand in my hair and looked around, but she wasn't there. The bed was empty and there was no sign of her.
I was crushed, but I didn't give up all hope. I scrambled out of the bed and wrapped the sheet around my body. My legs were weak and the strain of standing caused me to start sweating. My tongue was dry and swollen and it was hard to swallow. I stood for a second with eyes squeezed closed until the pain and dizziness went a away. Jeez. How could I possibly be so hung over from one little glass of champagne?
Finally I took a breath and went out into the room, hitching the sheet up around my breasts. The room was empty and filled with sunlight. I wandered in, looking about. I wanted to call for her, but I didn't know her name, and I probably would've been too self-conscious anyway. The broken champagne flute was sitting in the carpet with its stem snapped. I looked at it and it made me smile, remembering what happened. I might've thought it was all a dream if it wasn't for the fact that I was waking up in a penthouse suite with the distinct impression between my legs that I had come very hard last night.
I continued on into the bathroom, but she wasn't there either. She really was gone.
I sighed and let my shoulders slump, still holding up the sheet. I was very disappointed, but I guess I should've known. It wasn't like I had asked her out on a date or anything, and what we did was technically pretty wrong. There had never been any chance it would segway into any kind of relationship. I had been used and abused and discarded like trash, but in all honesty, I couldn't really complain.
I turned on one of the taps at the sink and drank some water out of my hand. My mouth was dry as dust and I gulped at the water until I was out of breath. I turned off the tap and stood up, dabbing at my mouth with the corner of the sheet. I looked at myself in the mirror and I had to smile. My hair was sticking up weirdly and I used my wet hand to push it down a little. I was still smiling, but then I noticed something on my neck. I turned my face slightly and leaned a little closer to the mirror. Two little marks. Kind of like bug bites. I touched them but they didn't hurt. I looked at them for a little bit and then I just shrugged and forgot about all them.
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