I wanted comfort last night. I wanted to forget my problems and enjoy myself. So, before it was late enough that we would be too tired, I looked to Ivy and asked the question burning in my mind, "Hey, Red? You said it was a long time since you'd last kissed somebody?"

"Yeah?"

"How long has it been since … I mean, I don't want to upset or offend ... but … well …" I gulped and rushed out, "Do you want to have sex?"

She stared at me. Just stared in shock for a long time, "I thought ... you said … you said you didn't … you weren't ready …"

"I'm not ready to move on. My heart is his. But my body is mine. Always has been."

"I usually … well, I've never done it with someone I wasn't involved with."

"Ok." I wasn't going to push. But then she leaned over and kissed me. I'm sure it's been a very long time since she'd been with anyone that way. I'm just lucky she's into girls.

The kiss deepened and I found myself intoxicated by her scent. I knew she couldn't use her pheromones on women, but I think I, personally, was swayed by them. I found her to be utterly delicious before I'd even really gotten to taste her. My tongue entered her mouth, swirling against hers and her hands slid up my body to rest on my shoulders before her right hand slid up further to curve in my hair against my skull, drawing me closer to her. Her kisses were sweet and tender, soft in the way that only a woman's can be.

Usually, I wouldn't enjoy the gentleness that Ivy was showing, but for some reason I really loved her touch. Her skin was silky and supple, her fingers long and delicate in their movements. There was something about her that made me want to be gentle in return. I touched her reverently, delighting in the softness of her skin under my fingers. I wanted to take my time with her, enjoy every moment as it came.

I went to remove my top, and she took off hers at the same time. Then I nimbly undid her bra and slowly withdrew it from her form. Languidly, I pushed her backward until she was lying down on the couch and lowered myself over her to claim her nipple with my mouth. I sucked gently, swirling my tongue around it and even nibbling lightly. Her breaths grew heavier and she buried her hands in my hair. I continued my ministrations on first one, then the other of her very full breasts, enjoying the feeling of a nipple in my mouth and the taste of the garden that is her skin.

Eventually, she reached down and undid my bra, removing it from me quickly while sitting up and taking my mouth in a firm kiss. She lay me back on my side of the couch and bent to suckle on my tits in a way that no one else ever had. Others had been tender, but not in her way. She brought me to orgasm just through the nipple play of her mouth on me. And when she did, she chuckled, "Didn't know I was that good."

I giggled, "Well I've never experienced that before, so I'd say so."

I pulled her up to my mouth and kissed her again, reveling in the taste of her. But all it did was make me want to take off her pants and really savor her. Her mind was thinking along the same tracks.

"I want to taste you," she said.

"Me first." I ordered her to lie down again and she did while smirking at me. Then I removed her leggings and underwear and slowly kissed my way from her ankle to her thigh, moving deliberately. Like I said, I wanted to take my time. When I got high enough, I moved down her other leg and began kissing my way up again.

"Oh, you tease," she admonished.

I snickered, "Good things come to those who wait."

Again, I kissed my way up her leg, moving just as slowly as before. But this time, when I reached her sweet spot, I didn't move away. I buried myself between her lower lips, thrusting my tongue into her. She squealed from the shock but didn't pull away. In and out I plunged my tongue, tasting ambrosia of the gods. I can't describe her taste, but she is exquisite. I really wish I could find the right words because she is delicious and I never want to forget her just how truly wonderful she tastes.

Eventually, I removed my tongue from her, moving up to lick and lave at her clit. Her moaning brought on a sense of accomplishment and I slipped two fingers inside her, thrusting in and out to get them coated in her juices before flicking up on her g-spot. Once again, her fingers tangled in my hair and she leaned deeper into the couch, her cries such a beautiful sound. Even the little girl in me was enjoying herself. Tastes so good...

I really reveled in making her feel good. Every gasp and groan just felt amazing. Maybe life doesn't have to always have pain in order to feel pleasure...

I counted her orgasms. I wanted to know. I got her to seven before she begged me to stop. I didn't want to. In fact, I ignored her requests at first.

"Harley!" she yelped, pushing at my head, "Stop, stop, stop!"

I pouted as I sat up, "I wasn't done."

"Well I am!" her chest heaved with her deep breaths, body shivering slightly in the afterglow. As she came to herself, she sat up, "Your turn."

I lay back and allowed her to remove my shorts and thong; she didn't make me wait and dove directly for my cunt, shoving my legs wide and licking her fingers before shoving them inside me. Bending quickly, her mouth was on my clit, sucking and licking. I moaned loudly, loving every touch. She knew just how to move, how to flick her tongue, how to nibble so lightly that I just kept gushing all over her hand. My cunt tightened on her fingers and she moaned, "I love the way you taste, the way you feel."

I tried to respond but found myself incapable of speech. She touched me in ways no one else has. I lost count of how many times I came under her expertise. But I could tell she was loving it just as much as I was. By the time she sat up, we were both covered in a sheen of sweat. She lay atop me, kissing me with wild abandon.

"You're soaking my couch," she snickered.

"Should we move somewhere else?"

"In a minute. I just need to catch my breath."

When we went upstairs and into her bedroom, we were both giggling like schoolgirls. I lightly smacked her ass and when she whirled, I jumped atop her, both of us bouncing when we landed on the bed. I kissed her again, my fingers creeping between her legs and rubbing in little circles on her clit.

"Can we scissor? I've never done it."

She laughed, "That's not really a thing outside of porn."

"Caaaan we do it anyway?"

She laughed again, but nodded. And though it "wasn't really a thing," we still both wound up cumming before we were done. There was just something so erotic about our legs intertwined, rubbing our pussies together, the gentle grazing of our clits against each other's lips.

"Fuuuuuck!" I cried as she fell from above me, landing just to my side.

"Damn. … Ok, that was really fun."

"So much for 'not a thing,' huh?" I rolled over and brushed my lips against hers, moving my mouth slowly and drawing her tongue into it.

We fucked for hours; the longest session I've ever had. Every so often we would pause to catch our breath, to let our pussies' throbbing taper, to get a drink and once, a snack. But it was honestly one of the best nights I've ever had. It was the one good thing about my day. It may have started really shitty, but at least it ended well.