"What makes you think I haven't been with a woman?"
Enough was enough for Petra. Ever since J.R.'s jarring appearance in a sex dream last week, Petra's world has been ever-so-slightly off axis. For a regular person, a sex crush may have been completely manageable or even joyously welcome, but for a woman who prided herself on being completely in control, it was an increasingly unnerving nuisance to her day to day life. Her daily schedule was set in stone 3 months in advance to the quarter hour; from her morning run to evening purchase orders, from her wardrobe to weekly laundry service, without fail- until that dream that is. Since, Petra has awoken every single night, abruptly in the wee hours, in the same exact state: chest heaving, nipples painfully erect, in a pool of sweat with a throbbing so singular, she was incapable of falling back asleep until she brought herself off with J.R.'s name on her lips.
As one can imagine, this reaked havoc on her meticulously laid plans. Petra cancelled her morning run 3 times this week, pushed her alarm back twice to catch up on sleep, and was in the midst of racking up quite the impressive laundry bill with her new foray into collecting daily soaked garments. However, nightly dream sexcapades were nothing compared to the invasion of Petra's waking thoughts with these intrusive sex images. She could no longer make it an hour without vivid color enhanced IMAX sized footage of the tip of J.R.'s tongue lanquidly tracing it's way up Petra's careened neck flooding her consciousness. These thoughts were progressively becoming out of Petra's control, and she figured to quell them, to have any chance of possibly regaining any semblance of her cherished control, she had to get this out of her system once and for all. So, to answer J.R.'s next question, she lied.
"You have?"
"Yes, Several."
Petra Solano was a 10/10, a sex goddess, and she knew it. She wrapped men around her finger, made them weak in the knees, and discarded them like recycled water bottles when she was done, with them often begging for more. She was the star of sex dreams, not the recipient. This new uncomfortable turn in her reality unsettled her, and she needed it to stop. That's why while JR was discussing the potential black mailers that she'd effectively crossed off the list, Petra had rationally and logically decided she had to fuck JR to stop the dreams. Yes, she may have had a glass of wine too much, but She judicially theorized the week of dreams had built up an unrealistic and insatiable expectation about sex with JR that would naturally be brought down to earth and extinguished by the insignificant reality of it. So as they clinked glasses, Petra decided she was going to fuck JR out of her system...bonus if she could fuck that smug and irritatingly sexy, cocky smirk off her face too.
She hadn't slept with a woman before, but if Petra knew one thing from her past history, she was certain she was a great lay, emphasis on great. Petra knew she was a quick learner, and was positive she could pull this one-off bang with JR being none the wiser to her virgin status, allowing her to go back to her regularly scheduled sex-dreamless schedule when over.
On the couch, Petra stared unwaveringly into JR's eyes challenging her to cross the line. Petra was confident and beyond horny. JR's almond shaped chocolate eyes, lust glazed, and focused on her lips with that patented smirk were making Petra's ovaries flutter. Before Petra even registered she was moving, her lips found JR's like a HEAT missile inescapably drawn to its target. Fuck was JR an amazing kisser, Petra thought. Soft lips yet firm in direction, allowing Petra to delightfully explore her mouth yet always in control, teasingly running her tongue across Petra's lips only to allow the soft tip to entwine with Petra's briefly before pulling it back and smiling into the kiss tantalizingly. The heat the tease of the kiss was driving Petra crazy and making her deliciously light-headed, so she decided to focus on undoing JR's grey blouse to regain her composure.
Petra got 3 buttons valiantly undone, before JR's cleavage came into view and Petra's hands began to nervously tremor rendering her unable to undo the rest. Petra's mouth went absolutely dry as she watched the shapely, over-blessedly ample, supple , flesh colored mounds tastefully spilling over the top of JR's bra and rhythmically bouncing slightly as JR moved to unbutton Petra's sky colored blouse. Petra was transfixed, and did not notice her hands were still trembling severely in the air, until the sound of JR throwing her shirt to the ground snapped her out of it. Petra commanded herself to just touch them and stop being nervous, so as JR pulled Petra into her lap to gain better access to her neck, Petra reached out tentatively and cupped one. She was rewarded with a low- pitched pleasured sigh from JR, which shot heat waves to Petra's core.
JR settled Petra in her lap, straddling one leg. She placed a soft kiss right under Petra's Left ear, and Petra reactionarily humped JR's leg. Petra felt herself begin to leak through her panties as JR unbelievably found her sweet spot on first try. JR's tongue then found it's way to Petra's earlobe sucking tenderly, before gently nibbling the lower lobe. JR lazily trailed her tongue from ear to nape, the warmth and differing degrees of pressure making Petra buck wildly and unsteadily against JR's leg until JR made her way back up to Petra's sweet spot under her ear and bit firmly. Petra yelped in surprise, stiffening, arching, and silently shuddering for several seconds, before burying her head in JR's shoulder and breathing heavily.
JR asked in disbelief, chuckling in Petra's hair, "Did you just?"
Petra horrified and still gathering her senses responded, "I'm sorry, I've never..." ,before mumbling that last portion embarrassingly, "so fast".
Humiliated, Petra refused to lift her head from JR's shoulder to gauge JR's reaction. 22 seconds?!, Petra internally berated herself. 22 seconds and in your slacks, like an acne ridden prepubescent teen! Petra Solano, in all her adult life, had never orgasmed that suddenly.
The only thoughts that pervaded her embarrassment were the fact that she'd boastfully told JR she slept with several women at the start of the night, and how she could possibly redeem herself before the night was over.
To be continued...