A Brand New Cycle: Unconditional Release, Part 3
Lemon Warning: Graphic femmeslash (In layman's terms, Female/Female) lemon continues... Like it was actually was going to stop?
Monique wasn't one for the games and the teasing that came with activities in and around in the bedroom. Most of her past lovers, male and female, had known that about her during their first sexual experiences with her. And right now, the groaning brunette situated below her was about to get her own little crash-course. Grudgingly, she tore her lips away from the girl underneath her. There would be more time for that later. The African-American girl was bent solely on returning the pleasure that her roommate had given her. She gave herself another smirk when she heard another groan from Bonnie. As much as she enjoyed being pleasured like she was minutes ago, Monique was definitely more in favor of giving than receiving.
When they fumbled around into her bedroom, Bonnie had a good idea of what she was getting into. But, damn, this was a lot better than she expected. She elicited a girlish giggle as Monique dragged her tongue up her neck to her chin, vacuuming the beads of sweat along with the trail of saliva. As fast as she giggled, though, she let out a shriek when the girl above her sunk her teeth into her exposed throat. It was definitely going to leave a bruise on her perfectly bronzed skin, but that wasn't what she was worried about at the time. Her moans returned when her roommate planted wet kisses on the affected flesh.
"Mm," The brunette murmured. Sure, the bite was painful, but she had loved it. It seemed like Monique had definitely done this before. The girl was now nibbling lightly down her neck to her clavicle, stopping at her ample cleavage. Within seconds, the dark-skinned young woman was at eye level with her.
"Do you want me to—"
"Yes!" Bonnie exclaimed.
'Hmmm, I probably didn't have to ask,' Monique thought with a smirk. Wasting no further time, she hastily unfastened the tanned woman's bra. The twin globes spilled out in a hurry, and did they ever look good. They were much larger and rounder than her own... It was probably the second-best physical quality on Bonnie's body.
Licking her lips sensuously, the African-American young woman didn't spare any time attacking the brunette's chest. Her tongue ran slowly over each breast, with her hands filling in for places where her mouth wasn't. Bonnie's body began twisted in all directions as the woman above her took control of her midsection. Wanting to let this continue, the brunette wrapped her arms around her roommate, effectively keeping her where she was.
Monique was pleasantly surprised to feel her lover's hands behind her neck and onto her back. Yeah, Bonnie definitely was enjoying this and she knew what she wanted. She moved her right hand toward the ex-cheerleader's waist, and then inched slowly downward to the hemline of the brunette's short skirt. She took a moment to caress the toned thigh before she allowed her fingertips to creep underneath the skirt. It didn't take very long for the delving fingers reach its' intended target.
"Monique," Bonnie sighed, much to Monique's contentment.
The black-haired young woman would have responded verbally had her mouth not been full of the tanned woman's breast. However, since actions usually spoke louder than words, she let her busy hands speak for her. The transfer student's right hand traveled down the robust figure below her and squeezed the brown-haired girl's bottom, which got her an appreciative growl. While it was there, she unzipped the garment and slid it further down her lover's body. Her left hand continued to affectionately stroke the brunette's thigh.
In the meantime, Monique disengaged herself from Bonnie's right nipple, much to the displeasure of the woman who was being serviced. As consolation, the dark-skinned young woman trailed kisses and licks in the valley of the brunette's chest before rising up to face her.
"Why'd you stop?" The tanned woman asked with a pout. Her question was answered with a flagrantly blistering kiss. Their tongues got familiar with each other once again as Monique's naked body gyrated on top of hers. The brunette let out a soft purr as her chest brushed deliberately with her roommate's. After several moments of heated, yet brief kisses, the girl on top, Monique, broke away.
"You want—"
"Yes!" Bonnie commanded.
"Damn, can I finish my question, at least?"
Bonnie didn't respond. However, the look of her face screamed 'Hell no.'
"Well, then, babe, lay on your stomach," Monique replied.
In reply, Bonnie rolled over to her stomach, wondering what the dark-skinned woman above had in store for her. Within seconds, Monique tugged the remaining garments off of the brunette's bronzed body, and what a body it was. She licked her lips in anticipation of what she saw before her; a bombshell body, culminating in an impossibly curvaceous waist. Upon review and another review after that, she was good enough to eat, but then again, that was forthcoming very shortly.
Bonnie lay there, wondering what Mitchell was doing.
"Mo—?" She attempted to say. Before she could pronounce another syllable, she found the black-haired young woman on top of her, her hands roaming over her bare body and her lips brushing against her earlobe alluringly. Bonnie slowly let her bluish-green orbs fall into a glaze as her lover ran her exploring tongue all across her neck.
Suddenly, she felt another surprising jolt of pain.
"Monique!"
She had bit down on the back of her neck, again. The ex-cheerleader wasn't the least bit happy about it.
"What the hell are you trying to... ooh, aah..."
Her protests turned into wanton moans as her roommate's hand brushed against her sex. The moans began to sound off in tandem with the black-haired young woman's able fingers and lips. Monique's full, puckered lips went lower, past the small of her roommate's back. She knew... No, in fact she could feel Rockwaller was beginning to really get loose with each stroke and kiss, however, she wanted to up the ante.
Her lips stopped just below the brunette's waist. She gazed slowly at the caramel-colored bottom that was inches away from her. She shortly licked her lips at the sight of tanned posterior; round, tight, enticingly delicious, and without a doubt, Monique's favorite physical feature that Bonnie possessed. The chocolate-skinned woman took hold of the shapely pieces of flesh in her hands and massaged them gently much to the excitement of the girl below her. Hearing more of the positive reactions made Monique a lot less hesitant. Boldness returned, she let her tongue run along the smooth curve of the girl's ass.
Bonnie half-giggled and half-groaned as Monique tickled her bare skin. She loved the feeling of the girl's appendage on her backside accompanied with her roommate's nimble fingers brushing against her sex. The brunette became more excited by the other woman's experience and became increasingly interested in what her next move was. This girl really must have liked her ass, didn't she?
Cerulean eyes shot open and she gasped as she felt her backside parted and a pang of wetness poked intermittently at her anus. Whoa. Her tongue was not supposed to go there. Yet, it was there, and Bonnie couldn't deny that it felt… exquisite. Monique, for her credit, continued to probe away at the brunette, slathering saliva across her roommates' asshole as her fingers continued to toy through the brunette's intimate folds.
"Don't stop, please," Bonnie begged before reaching for the nearest pillow to stifle her wanton moans. With such a sincere request in mind, the last thing on Monique's mind was stopping. Now that she knew that knew her roommate liked it, she redoubled her efforts, circling her pucker with her tongue before planting a wet kiss at it and then jamming her tongue inside,
Bonnie hummed even louder into the pillow, her body twisting about in bliss. Between the fingers that were now inside her and Monique's tongue… which was also inside her, the brunette couldn't discern which felt better, but one thing was for certain; she was close. Her body moved on its own and was at Monique's command, her ass rising up to meet her roommate's tricky tongue. The former cheerleader really hoped that Monique wasn't the type to tease too much.
"Mo—nique, it's good," she praised breathlessly into the pillow. "So-s, ah… so good."
"Glad you like it, honey," Monique replied in between licks. "Take the pillow away, I want to hear your voice," she commanded.
"But…" Bonnie protested.
"You want to me to stop then?" Asked Monique, her fingers ceased its relentless assault. Bonnie nearly convulsed in frustration.
"No!" Bonnie shouted, whirling around from Monique's grasp to look her teasing lover in the eye.
"Well, you know what to do," Monique teased as her fingers went back inside of Bonnie, not matching the breakneck pace they were going moments ago. She attempted to return to the brunette's ass when she found herself ducking down from an airborne pillow. She glanced upward at her assailant to see the annoyed, and still turned all the way on, expression of Bonnie.
"You bitch," she spat. "Finish it!"
"With pleasure," Monique smiled seductively. She really liked getting under this girl's skin. With zero hesitation, those nimble fingers returned to the caramel-skinned woman's pussy and her mouth, which couldn't get enough of Bonnie's flavor, returned to her ass for more.
Bonnie's open moans spurred Monique to finish it as soon as possible, eager to blow the brunette's mind. This time, to keep the ebony woman from any further teases, the brunette gripped Monique's head with both hands to keep her where she wanted… no, needed her to be. Seconds felt like an eternity until with an avalanche of pleasure and one last strained gasp, Bonnie reached her summit. Her vision went white, and her body, wracked with pleasure throughout the night, twisted in ungodly ways before she collapsed softly into the sheets beneath her.
When she came to, her eyes set upon her roommate, who was tasting her spoils on her glistening fingers.
"I—that… was…" the brunette struggled mightily to find the words to communicate, but they just couldn't come out. Monique nodded in understanding as she closed the distance between them with a soft kiss on Bonnie's lips. The kiss lingering for a time before Mitchell broke away.
"I know, babe," Monique started. "You were amazing," she praised as she slinked down more affection onto the brunette, softly kissing her cheek and then her neck. "So amazing that I want more…"
"More? But we just—"
"Mm-hmm," Monique hummed as she continued to dot Bonnie's body with kisses. First, those full breasts that she couldn't seem to enough of. She repeated the word "More" as she slithered down Bonnie's body once again, kissing and licking the bare flesh until she settled between the brunette's thighs moments later. She smiled inwardly as a weary hand come in contact with her hair before she parted those caramel thighs to go for more as she promised. As she felt Bonnie's body hitch and another languid moan escape above her, Monique gave a slight nod in triumph to herself as kept her word to give her more… maybe even more than either of them could handle
The morning light shined radiantly into the bedroom where two of the unlikeliest of bedfellows rested. Though the sun was rising, it had felt that Bonnie was still fumbling through a dense fog. Rubbing the sand out of the eyes, she found it hard to forget of what happened the night before. If she did forget, though, a dark-skinned slumbering woman to the right of her could jog her memory more than anything.
Bonnie rose to a seated position on the bed, using the available blanket to cover her modesty and gathered an account of the previous night's evens. She had sex with another woman for the first time. Admittedly, it was quite probably the best experience she ever had in the bedroom. It just so happened to be with a girl that at best she could barely stand. So, did this mean that she was…? What about Monique? There was nearly no doubt in her mind that she was experienced in that kind of… activity. Her mind began to wander with these thoughts of Mitchell pressing on her. What did she think? How was she going to respond now that all the cards were on the table? Was it good for her too?
Whoa, where did that last thought come from?
"You're really deep in thought," she heard a voice to the right of her say. She was in thought so much that she didn't realize that Monique had awakened and was in the same upright position as her.
"Morning, babe," she greeted her before puckering her lips and moving in for a kiss. In a flurry of panic, Bonnie scurried to the edge of the bed, the covers falling from her nude form. Disappointed with the brunette's reaction, Monique let out a dramatic sigh.
"After all we did last night, no kiss?" Monique asked as she closed the distance that Bonnie tried to open. The brunette felt an ebony arm wrap around her shoulder to bring her closer to the center of the bed. As she turned to glance at her roommate-turned-bedmate, Monique was just about in her ear.
"I know you liked it," she said.
Bonnie could tell that Mitchell had a self-satisfied smile as she said that. What she needed was a reality check. She forcefully removed the arm that was around her and retreated back to a comfortable position at the edge of the bed.
"Get real, Mitchell. I never said I liked you," Bonnie said while looking away from her bedmate.
Monique was pretty certain that there was a difference between Bonnie liking her and Bonnie liking her face between her thighs.
"Honey, you are aware that we're in your bedroom, naked underneath these bedsheets, right?"
"Your point being?" Bonnie countered, defiantly crossing her arms over her bare chest.
Monique sighed exhaustively as her eyes rolled toward the ceiling. Why did the pretty ones have to be so dense? Sighing again, she inched closer to her bedmate.
"For what it's worth, Bonnie. I'm not your biggest fan either," Monique began. "You're selfish, immature, and go out of your way to be a bitch to people, and—"
"Anything else?" Bonnie interceded. She knew all of her faults all too well. "Are you gonna tell me I'm overweight too? Well, I'm sorry if I can't be goody-good Kimmie Two-Shoes. Some of us are actually human, and—"
"If you'd let me finish—" Monique felt the pangs of frustration coming over her, so she took a deep breath. "I was going to say that despite all of those things, you have your good points," she offered.
That got the cerulean-eyed brunette's attention. "Such as?"
"Well, you're straightforward—most of the time," Monique answered. "No one is ever going to confuse you for being a phony," she said with a slight chuckle that bought a change of expression to Bonnie. "Of course, you're also totally smoking hot,"
That got Bonnie's attention. Sure, Monique called her cute to get under her skin some time ago, but by the hesitant tone in Monique's voice, she may have been speaking her true feelings.
"Hm, is that so?" The brown-haired woman asked. "You're that attracted to me, huh? Sooo, am I hotter than Kim?" She asked with a grin.
Bonnie and her loaded questions.
"Yes, I am attracted to you—" Monique confessed. "And," an intercepting thought came to her. "Why do you feel the need to compare yourself to Kim? We're not in high school anymore, hon,"
"Answer the question, Monique," Bonnie countered flatly. She found her answer in a chocolate-toned hand caressing her chin and moments later, a soft pair of lips lightly grazing her own. For all of her complaints, she welcomed the kiss from Monique.
"Yes, I am attracted to you," Monique repeated, this time opting to look into the former cheerleader's eyes. "As for the hotness thing, Kim never made me want to do the things I did to you last night. I mean, I was all over you from head to toe. I even licked your—"
"Ok," Bonnie cut in, embarrassed. "You like me, and I…" she paused. Monique did like her straightforwardness, right? Now was the time to be that way. "Like you too, sort of," she trailed off… she couldn't be all the way honest. "But where does that leave us? I mean, I'm sure all of our neighbors heard us last night. Are we going out? I—I've never done that with a girl before… I don't know if—" she was started to go on a tangent with all of her misgivings about the events of the night before and it's aftermath. Monique in response, caressed the suddenly vulnerable brunette's cheek.
"I don't know, Bonnie," Monique answered. "But I'm willing to go along with whatever you want to do. We can be friends. Or, we can be the type of friends that meet every now and again to… do what we just did," she offered. "Or, if you're willing to do the GF thing, I'd be down for that too. But we can't go back to the walking-on-eggshells, awkward, antagonistic crap that we've been doing when we know how we feel about each other. So, what I'm saying is… it's up to you."
To Bonnie that seemed… well thought-out and reasonable. "Agreed," she affirmed, although… "Wait. You've been with girls before, Monique. Why are you leaving this up to me?"
"Because you're the Queen, B," Monique grinned with a wink followed by a yawn, before settling back into a comfortable resting position. She really did need some more rest. No sooner after she shut her eyes, she found herself feeling heavier than usual. Her eyes fluttered open to see a pair of cerulean ones staring down at her. More so than that, there were no bedsheets to cover her modesty.
"That was a cop-out of an answer, Monique," her newly crowned Queen stated expectantly. Monique wanted to pay attention what she was saying—she really did, but the brunette's nude body in the morning light was too much of a sight to behold. As Bonnie continued to speak, Monique rose to her elbows and pressed her lips to the former cheerleader's.
When she pulled away, she returned to position, waiting for the flustered brunette above her to chew her out for interrupting her, but it never came.
Instead, she found that all-too familiar weight back on top of her as her roommate thrust her lips upon her. Monique welcomed the unexpected outpouring of affection and kissed back, bringing her arms underneath the covers and sweeping them around Bonnie's neck. It wasn't long until their hands got busy exploring the others' bodies and wet appendages inside their mouths reacquainted themselves with each other. Monique couldn't help but let out a moan when they separated for breath. Bonnie didn't return to her lips, but found a more suitable location for escalation; Monique's neck. She kissed and nibbled on the ebony skin to more appreciative gasps and moans from her roommate. She grinned into Monique's neck as she continued to delight the young woman who was squirming underneath her.
"Bon—Bonnie," she choked out between gasps of pleasure. "D-don't…"
The brunette took a short recess from Monique's throat.
"Don't what?" The ex-cheerleader asked with a mocking tone. As she asked, her hands slid over to her pleasure-addled partner and took a firm hold of her hardened nipples and gave each of them a twist, gaining her the loudest moan of the morning from said partner—thus far.
"C'mon, Mo," she said as Monique continued to turn into a writhing mess under her. "You'll have," she stated slowly, dropping a kiss on her lips. "to," another couple of kisses to her already peppered neck. "speak up," she finished by closing her mouth around Monique's left breast. The more Mo moaned; the more emboldened Bonnie got to do more. She could get used to having this girl at her mercy every once in a while.
"Don't stop," Monique croaked out as Bonnie swirled her tongue around her breast. Mo gritted her teeth as Bonnie continued. She was getting really damp down there and was nearly to the point of no return—again… but that Bonnie was teasing her so much and it excited her so damn much. Just as she reached for the brunette's hand to bring it under the bedcovers to a fulfill a… pressing need, Bonnie pulled away from her.
"I won't stop, as long as you ask me nicely," the brunette replied with that trademark Bonnie grin.
God. Damn. Tease.
Monique had enough. That grin. Those touches. The way those cerulean eyes expressed everything that she wouldn't dare say. With all the strength she could muster, she bowled the caramel-skinned brunette over until she was the one on top. To keep Bonnie where she wanted her to be, she pinned her hands above her and went for a searing kiss of her own. Bonnie responded immediately, wrapping her arms around Monique the way she did moments ago. It was getting hot and heavy all over again, but one good tease deserved another, Monique thought. Before the temptation of feasting on the brunette became too much to refuse, she peeled herself away from Bonnie and shakily put both feet onto the floor.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?"
"Shower," Monique answered. "Feeling a little too sticky," she added as she rose up from the bed. She ambled over to her closet and pulled out a few fresh towels. Her fresh towels. Bonnie watched her walk about her bedroom without a care in the world in annoyance. Annoyed, yes, but she did appreciate the view of Mitchell in the nude in the morning sun… somewhat.
"You're just gonna—"
"Not at all. You're more than welcomed to join me in the shower, Your Highness," her sassy roommate replied with a wink before shuffling off to the bath.
'The nerve of that girl,' Bonnie thought in outrage as she dramatically fell back into the bed. As she stared at the ceiling, she came to a conclusion about last night, the last few days and just now. There was no mistake about and she couldn't deny it anymore. She liked Monique, and not just in a wholesome friendship way either. Monique also liked her, and not in a wholesome friendship way either. Bonnie could still feel the touches and caresses on her skin from the night before—never mind just a few minutes ago. She now felt eager as to what was in store for Monique and herself, now knowing that previous events wouldn't be washed away with awkwardness and unnecessary drama.
Speaking of wash… before any other thoughts could be gathered, she rose to her feet, dashed to her closet and grabbed a towel or two.
Soap and hot water may have washed off the sweat and perspiration off of Monique's body, but it couldn't cleanse her of arousal. That Bonnie really was something, she thought as the beads of water continued to freshen her body. She didn't know what that something was, but it was definitely a good kind of something—a sexy kind of something that she couldn't refuse any longer, and something she was happy to experience again, and again.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the bathroom door opened and in stepped Bonnie, clad in a towel. Monique grinned. She was going to take her up on her offer, was she? She waited patiently for the shower door to slide open, and when it eventually did…
"Don't get the wrong idea," the Queen Bee started. "I'm only getting in with you because I know you're going to run out all the hot water," she harumphed as she began to lather herself with a scented body wash.
So dishonest. But so hot nevertheless.
Monique licked her lips as she watched the brunette wash herself. Temptation overrode her rational mind as she placed both hands on Bonnie's shoulders.
"I'll get your back," Monique offered. Bonnie nodded ahead of her and handed her the bottle. When she felt she had enough lather, she carefully applied the soap to Bonnie's back she brunette went underneath the showerhead to rinse. Monique couldn't help but a cop a feel here and there as she lingered over her roommate's lower back, especially since that posterior was but inches away…
"That's not my back," Bonnie said, turning around to glare at the offending party. Monique sheepishly grinned back to her.
"Aw, lighten up Bon-Bon. After all we did last night? Tell you what," she began as she went for her body wash on the shelf before turning away from Bonnie, letting her get an eyeful of her body.
"I'll let you do me."
Reluctantly, she brunette took Monique's body wash. In a fraction of second. Monique found herself pinned between the bathroom tiles and a lithe body facing her. Bonnie's hands were seemingly everywhere as she rubbed the soap onto her skinned whilst her lips were busy devouring her own. Passion and steam enveloped their bodies as their embrace continued as their shower-turned-make-out session continued.
The only thing to worry about now was how long the hot water was going last.
The End
Chrome Notes: Remember those?
There. It's done, damn it. Don't worry about the time it took for me to find the document that contained this final chapter (11+ years), or the time it took for me to muster the gumption to continue writing it (A year) and cleaning it up to the best of my mediocre abilities (A significant amount of time.). Important thing is that it's done. So, for all of the readers (All 1.7 of you) who waited patiently for A Brand New Cycle's conclusion… or were just horndogs looking for some titillation, it's done.
New readers, review it. Older readers, please don't hesitate to lampoon my scheduling skills.
S-Chrome