Chapter 4
Emily's Pov-
A/N: Here is the final chapter for Blind date I'm very happy it got so popular and I hope you all have enjoyed reading it.
We ran down the street, heedless of everything else in the universe. I could hear Paige laughing as she ran and watched the exquisite form of her body as she moved. I laughed along with her and enjoying the ride. We sprinted back past the restaurant where we'd met and then across a side street. Paige picked up speed now, running faster and my workaholic legs struggled to keep up. We ran through another intersection and I heard a car horn blare at us but didn't see it.
In few moments we ran up to tan brick building. Paige threw the door open and we ran inside. There was a somewhat large lobby with four elevators, two on either side. Paige ran to the middle of the room and pushed the button, jerking me across the floor panting and giggling and I flopped around wildly. The elevator did not instantly arrive and so she pulled me gasping, farther into the room. She opened up a set of doors.
"Just the second floor," she said and started to drag me up the stairs. The fact that we were so close gave me a second wind and I pounded up the winding staircase. A few seconds later we spilled out onto the second floor of the apartment building. Paige moved quickly to a door (presumably hers) and stopped.
"Shit," she said.
"What?"
"I left my purse and keys at the restaurant," she explained. I felt a draining feeling. This was going to fall apart. What was I doing? "Fuck it," she said and dropped to her knees. I wondered if she expected me to make love to her right there (and I was tempted). But she lifted up her welcome mat and retrieved a key. She quickly got up, slammed it into her lock and opened the door.
She turned the lights on as I stumbled into the room. It was a small studio apartment with cheap furniture but a big window opening up on the street just fifteen feet below. Paige had a large sofa that sat along the wall a few feet from the front door. It was a converter bed and was clearly the place where she slept. It was open and the sheets were a bit disheveled. She hadn't planned to bring her date home it seemed. I didn't care if it was messy. I wanted on that bed.
Before I could do anything, Paige took my arm and swung me around. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me into her body. Once again I felt our hips and our breasts press together. I closed my eyes and felt Paige's tongue play across my lips. The excitement was building now. We were both hurtling toward something and that realization made us want it faster, now! Our kiss was wilder this time, our mouths moving chaotically. Without realizing I was acting, I felt my arms move around Paige's body and my fingers felt her lower back, her shoulders, her neck was we passionately embraced. We were both completely wild with lust now, our novice uncertainty couldn't hold us back. Our bodies had taken over and we were going to keep acting until we achieved something that would give us peace.
Out of the cold and into Paige's cramped, overheated apartment, I instantly felt hot. Of course, my contact with Paige might've had something to do with that as well. I pushed back slightly from Paige and she quickly slipped one arm out of her coat. She then sort of flung the whole thing off quickly and turned back to continue kissing me. But I acted quickly. While her arms were outstretched my hand had flown to her body. My fingers found the hem off her tshirt and was rapidly lifting it off her. She moaned slightly and let me continue. I flung it off over her shoulders. Now she was exposed save for a black demi-bra.
I looked at Paige's body, the flare of her hips, the swell of her breasts, now all fully exposed. I could see the desire in her eyes and I felt so sexy in that moment, something I never recalled feeling before. But I had a need to see more. I reached forward and slipped my fingers into the top of her left bra cup. She gasped as my warm fingers and cool nails press into her skin. Then I quickly pulled down, popping her breast out of the cup and into the exposed air of her home.
I was desperate to see all of her body. It felt...good. I looked down at her breast briefly. I saw the gentle curve of the top of her breast (pushed up by my warm hand), I saw the dark red outline of the areola, around the size of a quarter, and I saw the nipple, a hard nub around a half inch long.
I didn't have long to gaze. In a second I bent over with my mouth open. In a split second, her nipple was no longer exposed, it was engulfed by my mouth. She grunted and her legs shook a little. She couldn't keep her balance and felt back against the front door. I made a soft moan as I continued to kiss her nipple. My hot, wet tongue moved thickly across the taut skin of her nipple, flicking it and playing with it gently.
"Oh Jesus!" She moaned and closed her eyes. My face sank into the soft flesh of her breast and my attentions on her nipple were intensely passionate. It seemed like all of the nerves in her body were routed through that nipple and each tiny movement of tounge tongue pulled strings in her knees and shoulders, causing her to slump.
I began to suck gently on my nipple and she opened her eyes. I could see Paige's big, beautiful eyes looking at me from there. Her irises, generally very bright, shone with a kind of brilliance I didn't think was possible. Seeing those big brown lights shining at me increased the ardor of the moment. I needed something more.
While my mouth was still wrapped tightly around her nipple, she pushed herself up slightly from the door and reached behind her back and clumsily unhooked the bra. She let the bra slide off of her arms and it dropped down between us. Her other breast now exposed, my hand shot up, finding its hardened nipple. my hand gently rubbed her breast, squeezing the flesh but not so roughly as to cause any pain. I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, giving it little pulls and rubs.
"Oh fuck Em, that is so good!" I moaned and I saw her smile, Paige had managed to increase the level of sensation I was feeling, it had climbed past the point where I thought it possible to comprehend.
While I played with her breasts, Paige worked her free hand down between our bodies. I moved hand against my belt buckle. She moved hips hips back slightly, giving me the access I needed. I slipped her belt out of the loops and flop it open. Eventually I unbuttoned her pants and even got the zipper down.
It was at this moment I realized that, in a few seconds, She was going to be completely naked and I would still be fully clothed. I desperately wanted her to see my body. Even the thought of doing so made my stomach flip. I looked at Paige, whose eyes were now closed,
In one quick motion, she moved my hands up towards my neck, grabbed my collar and pulled it wide over on my shirt, and gave me a gentle shove with her wrists. I tottered and then started to fall backwards. Her nipple popped out of her mouth, "Woah!" I said as I completely lost balance. As I fell, she held on tight to my shirt. It popped up over her head and a moment later, I fell onto my back on the pull-out sofa, giggling, and wearing only a pink bra above my waist.
"You think you are pretty clever," I said laughing and she smiled back. She tossed my shirt at me and I caught it and threw it on the floor. "Come here," I said, hooking my index finger at her. Her body was just as lovely as I'd imagined. She was soft and delicate. Her breasts sat up high on her chest as she sat on the bed.
"I showed you mine, show me yours," She demanded, pointing to my breasts. Her eyes followed my finger and I saw her sort of get a dreamy smile when she looked at me.
"I don't think my breasts compare to yours, even if I take the bra off," I said and licked my lip.
"I will judge that," She responded. Without further comment, I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. In a moment, I slid it off of my body and threw it on the floor.
"So pretty," She said the instant I had removed it.
"You think so?" I asked,sounding a bit reticent.
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," She said and in that moment and I smiled broadly.
"Come get a closer look then!" I begged. Paige giggled as we jostled on the bed. Soon I was sort of sitting with my back to the headboard (and by that, I mean the back of the couch) In a quick motion, Paige threw her right leg over my hips and grabbed my wrists. Now she was straddling my waist and i flopped back onto the bed. I was looking up at her now, biting my lower lip. She pushed my wrists back so that they were on the bed on either side of my head.
"I can't believe this is happening," I said, suddenly struck by the unlikelihood of the day's events.
"Don't let it slip away," Paige begged and it seemed like good advice. I leaned forward and my hair draped around Paige's face. I felt her bigger breasts hand down over my body and she leaned forward more. Paige moved my hips back some, so that she was straddling my knees and her body dropped lower. I felt her nipples brush across my skin.
"Oh fuck!" I moaned. I let my body fall farther and my breasts pressed against Paige's. Our breasts pressed together entirely now. I can't describe how strange (and wonderful) it felt to have her flesh against mine, so soft and perfect. I felt her hard nipples pressing into my skin and it heighted the sensation.
Paige and I were still ensconced in the canopy formed by my hair. I could see her smiling in the soft light. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers. This kiss felt different than the others. It was no less passionate that our earlier kissed, but they were more knowing. Our lips found one another easily, our tongues moved into place without thought. We had already learned what the other person wanted.
For several minutes, Paige and I just laid on top of one another on her couch. Our lips sealed together, our tongues once against exploring. Our breasts were pressed together, adding a pressure and a thrill to our kisses. Most interestingly, both of our hips were moving. I can't say we were intentionally trying anything, but the tension was boiling over. While I kissed Paige, she rocked her hips back and forth across my legs, my body desperate for some sort of release from the sexual tension. Unfortunately, my positioning made it difficult to get any satisfaction, though occasionally Paige's pussy would rub against my knee through several layers of fabric, causing me to groan. For mr it was even worse. Even as our kisses drove her more and more toward complete sexual frustration, her position was such that I could only squirm on the bed and moan loudly into my mouth.
While still kissing I (actually I was sucking on her tongue at that moment) lifted my legs and put my knees together. Paige's legs split opened and I dropped down on my knees between them. I sat up slightly, my breasts rising off of Paige's, but I kept our mouths tight together. My hands quickly found their way to her breasts, kneading her skin and causing Paige to moan loudly.
I licked at Paige's tongue while my hands flew to her jeans. I sunk my hands into the waistband of the tight jeans (loving the way that my fingers felt as they brushed across her hips) and Paige knew what I wanted. She lifted her ass up off of the bed, arching her back slightly. She actually lifted up so high that our kiss broke and my stomach pressed against her breasts. I scooted back slightly, and I conuinued to work Paige's jeans down. They were so incredibly tight that I had to yank hand first on one side and then the other, trying to will them over her round ass. Paige giggled and bit her knuckle as she watched me struggle.
"You could help," I said and she shook her head. I smiled at her playfulness and worked harder to get the jeans down. Finally, they rolled down over her ass. I quickly slid them down her body. Paige's legs were beautiful. It was smooth, a delicate and tapered wonderfully from her full, feminine thigh down to her small feet. I moved slightly to the side, giving room to remove her pants and throw them on the floor, and then lifted her left leg so that I could kiss her milky calf. Paige laughed and pointed her toe, kicking my hair gently as I kissed her.
Now Paige was lying on her back on her bed, wearing nothing but a pair of pink boy-short panties. Her legs were still spread and I could see a small patch of dark pink in the center of her panties. Paige was extremely wet. In fact, I could already smell her scent on the air. It was surprising both how potent her pheromones seemed to be and also how much I enjoyed it. I'd never liked the smells of sex before. But Paige's sharp, but delectable aroma filled my nostrils and made my mouth water.
Beyond that, now that she was almost naked, I could see her whole body in its natural state. She was thin, she had lonng arms and a surprisingly round ass, and her breasts were perfect. Somehow, she was more than the sum of her parts. She looked so innocent and sexy at the same time. I couldn't believe how badly I wanted her.
I was near her feet now, and I decided that I desperately needed to kiss her again. I determined to try to move in a sexy fashion. I dropped down on my hands and knees, facing up towards her face. I gave her an animalistic, almost lupine stare, and then started to slink up towards her. I felt my breasts swinging underneath of me as I crawled towards Paige. She spread her legs wider and looked at me with her perfect eyes. I put my hands on either side of her hips, slinking closer to her.
As my nipples started to trail across Paige's stomach and then her breasts, I did something a little bit interesting. I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, as I scooted forward I let my pants and panties slid down. By the time my face was hovering a few inches above Paige's my pants and underwear were down around my knees! I was essentially naked.
"Nice trick, stripper girl" Paige said and giggled.
"Oh god, please don't call me that while we're..." I said and then I laughed too. I figured it was too late now to be modest. I shift my weight from one knee and then the other, and quickly took my pants off and threw them on the floor. I was completely naked now. I could see Paige trying to look around me and realized that she wanted to see what I looked like entirely naked. I felt flattered and decided to oblige. I leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and then got up on my knees between her legs again.
Instantly, Paige's eyes traced their way down from my eyes, over my neck, down my chest, over my breasts and then belly, and then down between my legs. What she saw between my legs was my pussy, waxed bare (I hated doing it, but it was a "first date" tradition), I saw by her eyes and gentle smile, that she liked it. I was just as appreciative of her body, as I could see that the little red nub of my clitoris was clearly visible and out from its hood and my whole pussy glistened with my juices. The sensations that had tingled my nipples and through my fingers had all seemed to resonate in that tight spot. My pussy felt aching, like it would burst if something did not relieve the unbearable pressure.
"Can I touch it?" Paige asked and looked at me excitedly. I almost laughed at the innocence of her question. As though that hadn't been the goal all along!
"I want you to do whatever you want to me," I said, trying to convey to Paige the feeling of abandon I had. Released, I wanted her to take every part of me. I wanted to give myself up to her. She nodded slowly, sensing the complete depth of what I was saying.
I moved so that I was straddling Paige's right leg, my wet pussy almost dripping down onto her upper thigh. Now I leaned forward again, more quickly. I placed my hand down on the bed behind Paige, slipping it under the curve of her neck, wrapping my fingers around her spine and pulled her up towards me. In a moment, our lips met again. Paige's mouth opened, letting my tongue dive into her mouth. I she just let me entirely in, and my tongue probed deeply, almost to her throat.
With my right hand, I quickly found Paige's left breast. I felt my fingers sink into her flesh (and her moan slightly). Her nipple felt like a hard bullet against my palm. I gently circled my palm around the very tip of her nipple, teasing her and hoping to make her body shake. Then I moved forward more forcefully, squeezing her breast firmly but delicately and loving the way it felt in my hand. I'd never felt a conscious desire to feel a breast before but for some reason, touching Paige's breast felt so right. Maybe it just felt right to feel a woman.
Regardless, Paige's attention was no longer on our kisses or her breasts. Paige's right hand rose up from the bed and found its way between my legs. "Fuck!" I moaned, almost screamed. Paige's warm fingers had slid up between my legs and rubbed gently across my wet center. Just the barest tips of her fingers against my skin. But the feeling was intense. The ache inside of me instantly grew more powerful and my body shook. My hips moved downward, almost automatically, trying to find Paige's fingers. My tongue became rigid in Paige's mouth. Paige was barely stroking across my center and moving her hands away from me. I whined in true frustration.
I decided that two could play at that game. I slipped my right hand off of Paige's breast, moving it down over her stomach and between her legs. She was still wearing her panties, but I could feel heat emanating out from between her legs. She could feel my hand against the inside of her thigh and her hips bucked slightly. I carefully moved my fingers against the fabric of Paige's panties. They soaked totally through and my fingers felt slick with her aromatic juices. Paige squealed and writhed on the bed.
"Oh my God!" Paige moaned, "Get my clit! Please get my clit!" She moaned.
"You started this, give it to me first," I moaned back. As I spoke, I let my fingers trail across Paige's pussy again. I want to touch her so badly. But I needed to hold off. It wasn't long.
"Oh God, this is so intense!" Paige groaned as my fingers just barely tripped across her clit through her panties. That seemed to be all she needed to get her going. In a moment, I felt her right hand move up, no longer moving away from my pussy, no longer teasing. Now I felt the pads of her fingers press wetly into my center.
"Oh!" was the only noise I managed to make. In a few moments, Paige's fingers were making tight circles inside me, pressing slightly into my warm center. After that, her fingers were drenched in my juices. She kept circling her fingers, but moved them higher on my pussy. I felt her slick, wet fingers circling around my aching clit and for a moment my mind went blank. It was almost like it was just too much, too much sensory perception and too much emotional discovery. My mind couldn't handle it. No thoughts, just pleasure. My body was consumed by the rising sexual tension inside of me and the desire to see that tension burst.
"Me too baby, please," Paige moaned. I looked down now into her eyes, and they looked desperate and pleading. I dropped my head back down, kissing Paige deeply. Her mouth opened easily, expectantly, taking my tongue. At the same moment, my right hand dropped down fully onto Paige's wet panties. I felt the panties press down into Paige's wet mound and I heard her groan. I started to move my fingers in tight circles, just like Paige's fingers were moving on mine. My fingers circled around, sliding the wet fabric of Paige's panties against her clit. Paige shuddered, and her fingers moved faster against me.
For a long while, Paige and I just stayed that way. I was still lightly straddling her leg, bent over her body. Our lips were pressed together, and our tongues moved freely between our mouths. My left hand was behind Paige's neck while my right hand moved furiously between legs, slipping around on the wet cotton of her 's left hand had moved up to her own breasts and she was squeezing her flesh and pinching at her nipples. At the same time, Paige's right hand was against my thigh and her fingers were playing knowingly between my legs. I felt her finger tips slide across my inflamed lips and my hard little clit. We both moaned loudly into one another's mouths and I could feel Paige's body shaking underneath of me. The smell of our arousal had mixed together and become overpoweringly lovely in the room.
I could've stayed like that all night, just playing with Paige's pussy while she played with mine. There was something absolutely wonderful about it, something perfect. And I felt myself rising higher and higher toward a climax. The anxiety was too intense to last much longer. But then Paige did something that changed the action. She quickly pulled her right hand away from my pussy and broke our kiss. I groaned loudly as she did so, the loss of her touch was almost too much to bear. I was almost going to ask her to keep going, but I saw her quickly bring her fingers up towards her face. Her fingers glistened with my juices and, so close to my face, the smell of my arousal was thick. Paige looked at me with her shining eyes, smiled, and then dipped her index finger deeply into her mouth. "Mmmm," she said.
I couldn't believe how hot the sight of the beautiful Paige sucking down my juices was. For a moment, it felt like her fingers were once again gently stroking my slit. The pleasure I felt from watching her was almost physical. She kept her eyes open while she sucked on her finger, giving me a naughty glare. Suddenly, she pulled her index finger out of her mouth and then plopped her middle finger quickly into my mouth! Suddenly, I was feeling the warmth and softness of Paige's finger against my tongue. More exquisitely, that finger was covered in my own juices. For the first time in my life I tasted the salty, tangy essence of my sexuality. I sucked hard on Paige's finger, closing my eyes and reveling in it. Soon, I had sucked Paige's finger clean.
But I wanted more. It had been too good to stop now. What's more, I didn't just want to taste my own essence. I wanted to taste the supreme femininity of my lover's sexual center. I gently pulled Paige's finger from my mouth.
Then I moved quickly. My fingers slipped out from between Paige's legs and I retreated down the bed. Paige started to sit up, but I placed my hand against her breast, slowly easing her back down onto her back. In a moment, I was crouched on my knees between Paige's legs. She was looking up at me uncertainly, her still-wet hand now across her mouth. I reached forward and grabbed the waistband of Paige's panties. She instantly lifted her hips up off of the bed and I easily removed the wet garment.
Once I had dropped her panties on the floor, I looked now between Pagie's legs. Her cunt was absolutely, stunningly beautiful. Because she was extremely aroused and her legs were spread wide. She was breathtaking and I needed to be closer.
I quickly scooted back a little bit farther and then dropped down onto my elbows and knees. Now my face was just a few inches from Paige's pussy. I could see the contours of her sex more clearly now, the gentle colors and the soft curves. I felt my mouth watering and my body ached. My pussy was evening wetter now that it had been, and I felt my wetness cold against my inner thighs.
I bent forward slightly, closing the gap between my face and Paige's pussy. For a moment I stopped, and I looked up towards Paige's face. It was such an amazing view from that spot. My eyes moved over Paige's flat, sexy tummy, up over the soft white mounds of her breasts, then to her neck and her beautiful face. Her eyes were bright, looking down at me and seeming to will be to go further. Her hand was still over her mouth and I wasn't sure if she was stilling breathing. I decided not to leave her in suspense any longer.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips against Paige's center. I could feel the intense heat radiating out from her cunt and soaking into my lips. It was the most amazing kiss I'd ever shared with anyone. I embraced fully my desire for femininity, my need for it. The kiss symbolized, to my lust-fevered mind, an acceptance of my realizations about myself. And it felt liberating.
I broke my kiss briefly and licked my lips. "Mmmm," I said, from somewhere deep in my throat. Paige tasted differently from me. I stuck my tongue out, flat and thick, and pressed it gently against Paige's cunt. I felt her body trembling as I did so. I moved my tongue up and into her slit slowly. I moaned as I did so, overcome by the moment. Paige's juices covered my tongue and her warm lips squeezed slightly around my tongue. I savored her flavor and her touch, never wanting the moment to end.
"Christ baby, oh Christ!" Paige moaned. Her hands shot down to the bed and I saw her fingers sink into the blankets. My tongue rolled up to the top of Paige's cunt, pressing against her clit. Instantly, Paige's entire body went completely tense and I heard a swift intake of air into her mouth. I smiled as well as I could in the situation. I knew exactly what Paige wanted.
I wrapped my lips gently around Paige's clit, kissing it gently and reveling in the squealing noises that she made. My lower lip pressed against her slit and my nose was buried in the downy soft patch of pubic hair above. I took my left arm and sort of wrapped it around Paige's right thigh, holding her close while she squirmed. I flattened out on my tummy on the bed, letting my breasts press into the fabric. At the same time, my right arms snaked up Paige's body until the tips of my fingers fell on her nipples.
Now that I was comfortable and in position, I began to give Paige the attention she deserved. I darted my tongue out between my tight lips and I felt the tip slide across Paige's center. She moaned loudly. Her hands sprung up from her sides and I felt them on my head, pushing me down and grasping at my hair. She pulled on my hair roughly and I groaned. The vibrations from my groan rocketed through Paige's body, making her squeeze harder. I flicked at Paige's nipple with my right hand and my tongue mimicked its motion against Paige's clit.
I stayed between Paige's legs for a long while. . I didn't really have any idea what I was doing, I just sort of threw out the occasional things that lovers had done for me that had worked in the past. But I quickly learned the things Paige liked, based on the movement of her body and the sounds that she produced. I wanted to desperately to give Paige pleasure, to thank her in some way for her part in my epiphany and for bringing me back home in the whirl of passion and giving herself to me.
It didn't take too long. After a few minutes of playing with Paige's nipple while I teased and licked her clit, I could tell she was getting close. Each flick of my tongue made her body jump. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip, breathing shallowly. Soon, her muscles became incredibly tense. Her fingers wrapped more tightly in my hair. Her legs squeezed in around my head. I never let up, I kept teasing at Paige, pushing her farther and farther. Until, finally, I heard Paige let out a long, low sigh. Her body tensed to the point that all her muscles were locked (and my head felt like it would burst), then she let out a cute little moan ("Oh god...") and her body started to shake. At that moment, her body went completely limp and she fell back on the bed. My chin was somehow even more covered in her juices than it had been before and I could feel something inside of her seem to pulse. Paige had cum. I had made a woman cum. I'd never felt sexier in my entire life. It was like I had found something new that I wanted to do right and I'd nailed it on the first try.
For a moment, I kept licking at Paige, trying to get her to go again! Paige giggled, and pushed me away, and I got up on my knees. Then Paige then closed her knees together. She was too sensitive to be touched there again. I smiled at her as her eyes opened.
"Em, that was...amazing. I've never had...an orgasm like that in my life!" She gushed and I felt myself becoming embarrassed. But also happy.
"Glad you liked it," I mumbled.
Paige's tongue found its way back to my lips and pressed inside. Soon we were kissing again, Paige's tongue darting into my mouth. I sucked on her tongue, as we kissed, Paige wrapped her arms around me, pulling me tight. Once again our breasts pressed together, hard nipples pressing into one another's flesh, while our tongue licked and kissed with speed and intensity.
After several minutes of kissing, I felt like I was losing my mind. Every moment from the second I'd first kissed Paige had been like one long, extended tease. Each action we'd taken had pushed me farther and farther into a sexual arena I'd never reached before. I was losing the capacity for rational thought. All I wanted, all I needed, was to feel what Paige had felt. For the first time since we started, an image of Spencer flipped into my mind. But I didn't feel desire for her, I felt an understanding that there was something I needed that she couldn't give.
Thankfully, Paige seemed to know what it was that I needed and, while she could be a little sadistic, she decided not to let me hang any longer. She broke our kiss, but kept her arms around me. She jerked me quickly, taking me by surprised. I pitched over Paige's left leg and tumbled onto the bed, giggling. I rolled over on my back on the bed.
"What's the idea?" I said in mock anger. Paige turned so that she was looking at me.
"Turnabout is fair play," Paige said, referring to my earlier shove. I spread my legs on the bed now and tossed my hair to the side.
"I was thinking the same thing," I responded. Paige smiled mischievously and quickly dropped down to her hands and knees on the bed. Her eyes were focused between my legs, looking wild and hungry. I liked the way her body looked from my position, the way her round ass sat up in the air, the curve of her waist and hips, her breasts hanging down from her body. I wanted to grab her and pull her in to me, but I let her come at her own speed.
She didn't wait too long. In a few moments her long, messy hair was draped across my lap and her face was just a few inches from my center. I stared at her intently over my breasts, unable to look away. Both of my hands were balled into fists underneath of my chin and my toes were curled. I had never felt such a tightness in all of my life. My heart was hammering, my breathing was shallow, and I felt a little bit lightheaded. And I had a sensation of desire so great that it encompassed my whole consciousness.
Paige looked up at me now, just opening her big eyes and allowing them to flicker up at me. My heart stopped for just a moment. The line that had shined within them since we got back to her apartment was brighter than ever. I think they would have glowed if all the lights were turned out. I looked down at my wet center, and wondered if she loved mine as much as I loved hers.
Finally, Paige's mouth dropped lower. Her eyes stayed on me the whole time. For a moment I felt her hot breath against the bare skin of my vagina and I groaned loudly. But then a new sensation overwhelmed the humid feeling of Paige's breath.
"Jesus fuck!" I said, all of the muscles in my body tightening just like my fists and toes. I felt the rough, wet feeling of Paige's tongue rubbing across my clitoris. My eyes squeezed shut as every inch of my attention was focused squarely between my legs. Paige's tongue began to play across my clitoris. Like me, Paige didn't really seem to know what she was doing, but she knew what she liked. She replicated my motions back to me and paid close attention to my reactions. And I think I gave her some good cues. While she licked at me gently, my body writhed on the bed and moaned loudly. I couldn't believe that I hadn't cum yet, my need for release was unbearable, but would not arrive.
And each little thing that Paige did increased that need further. Her tongue was by turns soft and loving, and hard and forceful. It seemed that she knew just when to bring me so close that I was about to tip over, only to change tacks and find a whole new way of driving me crazy. The whole while, I could feel her soft skin laying against mine and her hot breath against my body and it just felt so right.
After a long time of Paige licking me gently, I felt a soft pressure against my center. My eyes, for the first time since Paige had started to lick me, flickered open. I looked down and saw that her eyes were still open, looking at my body rapaciously. Even as she sucked on my clit, she seemed to have a smile on her face. Her hand was cocked up under body and I realized what had given the pressure. Paige's index finger was pressed against my wet center. I couldn't speak or even moan, all I could do was nod.
Paige didn't need any more encouragement. And, given my state at that time, the task was not particularly difficult for Paige. I felt a slight amount of pressure, but I was so wet that Paige's finger slipped right inside of me. My breath caught in my throat and my eyes felt like they went crossed. Paige's hand was palm up and, as her tongue continued to lick at my clit, she curled her finger up, rubbing against the soft ridges inside of my body. I felt my cunt squeeze around her finger, involuntarily. My body was trying to hold her in place, to will her into maintaining her actions.
For a few minutes we stayed like that. I was on my back, my eyes now open and my legs spread. My hands had somehow found their way to my breasts and I squeezed at my flesh while my body shook gently. Paige was on her stomach between my legs. Her cheeks glistened slightly and her mouth covered my clit. I could feel her tongue against it. Her finger was inside of my pussy, curling and massaging my insides to the same unbearable rhythm that led her tongue. The beautiful agony of those minutes are indelibly etched into my mind. I can remember every sight, smell, taste, sound, and bodily sensation on a whim. Sometimes the memory of that tormenting, sensual joy will steel over me at the strangest moments, at the oddest times. A memory of wonderful contradictions of sexual desire, desire I had denied for too long.
When that mass of contradictions fell, it was replaced by a purer, less ambiguous sensation. I remembered that I had stopped breathing, there was not enough capacity in my mind to remember to breathe in and out any longer. My eyes were open but I didn't really see anything. The tension continued its relentless building and I felt like it would never cease. Suddenly, I reached a crest and found myself tumbling down the other side, almost before I realized what was happening. An electrical vibration started from deep between my legs where Paige was loving me. It started as an intense, while hot feeling smaller then a pin prick. After a moment, it started to spill out from beyond that point, unable to be contained in such a small area, unable to be contained by my entire body. Like a rolling wave, an intense physical and spiritual pleasure undulated out from my most sacred area and engulfed my body. It rolled down my legs, up my torso, across my breasts, into my throat and then overwhelmed my mind.
My mind was completely given way to the purest sensation of pleasure. A sexual release the likes of which I'd never felt before. Never with a man. Never by myself. Nothing had ever compared to the unadulterated perfection of the feeling I was receiving. I could not, at that moment, have thought "Spencer was right" or "Paige gave me this pleasure" or "I am a lesbian." Those thoughts were far too complex. But as I lay on the bed, moaning with abandon, I knew that I had found something else that I was "supposed to do." But unlike the other "obligations" in my life, I was not "supposed to do" this was some sort strange, outside ideal of what was the "right thing" to do. I had been made for this, it was one of my reasons for being here on this earth. I was supposed to do it because it felt right to me. And that gave me a feeling of peace that I'd never had before.
I don't really recall coming back down from the most intense orgasm of my life. Sometime later, I recall Paige lying down next to me at the top of the bed. I remember our arms and our legs just naturally intertwining with one another as though we were made to fit. I remember her lips once again pressing against mine and tasting my thick juices on her lips and then her tongue. The rest of that evening remains blurry, almost overwhelmed by a sense of satisfaction I'd never felt before. But I know we held one another, I know we kissed one another, I know we felt right with one another, and finally, we slept next to one another.
That morning:
My eye lids split open the next morning as sunlight streamed through a window. The light was so bright that I couldn't see anything. For a moment, I had absolutely no idea where I was or what I was doing. I had a slight headache and a somewhat strange taste in my mouth. I remembered that I had been drinking the previous night. I then had three realizations in a row. First, I remembered who I had been with the night before. Second, my eyes cleared and I could see Paige asleep, facing me just a few inches away. Third, I could feel her body against mine. We were intertwined as we had been the whole night; I was on my side with my legs apart. Paige was on her stomach with her right leg between mine. My pussy was on her right thigh, her pussy was on mine.
What had we done! For a moment I felt a cold panic. I hadn't really realized the previous night that I'd been drunk. But now, in the light of day with the headache and the girl I barely knew to prove it, I realized that I'd been making some rather unexpected decisions. Before I could fully process what I was thinking, my first instinct was to just get away. Something strange had happened and I wanted to be alone, in my condo, to think about it. Figure out what it meant. But, before I had the chance to attempt an escape, I realized that Paige settled back into the bed, my heart and brain pounding the same rhythm.
I found myself staring at Paige's sleeping face, trying to make sense of it. I now remembered the way she'd looked the night before, her features flush with sexual desire. I saw her innocent, sleeping face now. No matter what, I'd crossed some sort of barrier the previous night. It was no longer possible for me to pretend that I was not attracted to Paige. Or to women in general. I could not deny I was lesbian. She looked so beautiful, her body felt so...right against mine. That I knew it was the truth. Now, sober, that realization seemed even stranger than it had the night before.
I still hadn't figured out anything beyond that fact when I saw Paige's eyes start to flutter open. I held my breath, trying not to wake her. For some reason, I was nervous about it. I don't know what I expected. Maybe she would be angry or ashamed. She'd pushed away her friend from college after a night of drinking got out of hand. Maybe I was in for a rejection as well. My efforts were in vain, after a few moments, Paige's beautiful brown eyes were looking right at me. She seemed confused for a moment, and then smiled sheepishly.
"Uh...Good morning," she said and then laughed nervously.
"Morning," I replied. Her eyes moved away from mine, unable to meet my gaze. I was glad, I felt so awkward. But neither of us dared moved, our naked bodies remained tangled together and I could feel her muscles move slightly against mine. After several agonizing minutes, Paige's gaze returned to me.
"Sorry, just not used to this," she apologized. I shrugged a little.
"Waking up with a girl?" I asked.
"Well yeah, obviously that. But I mean, waking up after a drunken hookup and having the person still in my bed," she explained, "It is a little weird." I remembered my attempt to bolt.
"Well I guess that shows how men are different from women, it would have being so disrespectful for me to just abandon you," I said, trying to lend a knowing air to my voice. Paige seemed to pick up on it.
"Couldn't get out from under me eh?" she asked.
"Not for lack of trying," I said and now she laughed, this time without anxiousness. I loved the way she sounded, that musical, feminine quality of her laugh and I joined her. Paige rested her head on the pillow next to me, looking at me with some concentration.
"So what happened?" she asked after a long pause. It seemed like a simple question, but wasn't. I gave the simple answer.
"We had sex," I said.
"Well yeah," she said, "But I mean...What happened? One second we were drinking and being friends, the next we were baring our sexual dirty laundry, and then all of the sudden we were back here having sex. Like incredible sex." I blushed at her description, but it was accurate. The best sex I'd ever had. And very sudden.
"I don't know," I responded honestly, but the more I thought of it, my mind now sober, the more it made sense. Well, some kind of sense. So I decided to share it with her, "I think our friends realized that we wanted something that we'd hidden from ourselves. And last night, in an unguarded moment, we'd both been exposed at the same time. We both, at least for the night, accepted what we wanted and were surprised to find someone else who wanted the same thing. And we grabbed onto one another both because we knew what the other was feeling and because we knew that if we stopped then, if we backed down, we would just hide from ourselves again. We both knew without thinking or saying anything that...if we stopped then we might bury ourselves forever." It was the only explanation I had, and it felt so right in my mind.
"Thank you," Paige said after a long moment. I shook my head slightly.
"Why?" I asked. I hadn't done anything that I could think of that deserved thanks.
"I think you are right about last night. And I don't think I could've done that without you. And I don't just mean the obvious, like that I couldn't have had sex without another person. I mean, I don't think I could've gone through with doing anything with anyone, except for you. Someone who was feeling and thinking the same things."
"Well then thank you," I responded, "Because I feel the same way." I leaned forward now and kissed Paige gently on the lips. It felt like the only thing to do. Our eyes closed, it felt much like our first kiss the previous night. Chaste but somehow sexual, gentle but powerful. I felt my body begin to react and I could feel Paige respond as well. Slowly, our kiss broke. We looked at each other again for several minutes, just smiling like two kids in love for the first time.
"What does this mean? Like for me...or for...us?" Paige asked after a long while. I'd been thinking about the same thing but lacked the courage to ask. I let out a sigh.
"I don't know. I know, for me, this means I can no longer delude myself. I know that I am a lesbian woman and I know, from last night, that it is right for me. Nothing ever felt as right as last night," I said, Paige blushed and nodded, "But I learned last night that I have some complicated feelings for my best friend that I've never really come to terms with. I know that those feelings can't go anywhere, Spencer is not a lesbian. But I have to sort of get a handle on those feelings now that I recognize them. I don't know what that means for us..." It was difficult to say. I wanted to just tell Paige I loved her and to have my story end with a happily ever after, but life is not that easy. Even after a single night I had real affection for Paige, I shared a bond with her that even Spencer and I did not have. But that didn't mean that I knew anything more than that. Hell, I really did barely know this girl.
"I still can't imagine what my mother would say, if she knew," Paige said after a long pause. I realized that her life was no simpler than mine. I rubbed my hand, gently across Paige's arm and gave her some support, "I know I am not going to Hell for last night. I know that because I know that there is no such place as a lake of fire and if there was, I wouldn't go there for doing something natural. But it is hard to just turn that off. I mean I believed it for so long." Paige sort of stared past me as she spoke. I knew she was trying to say the same thing I was. I decided to just come out and say it.
"It is too early to know," I said, "My life changed completely in the last 12 hours. All sense of predictability is gone."Paige's eyes focused and she smiled again.
"So what do we do? I mean I always just did whatever I was told to do. How do I live if I am not living my mother's life?" She asked. I wondered the same thing. What was my life if it wasn't the mystical vision of normality that I'd created for myself so long ago? Strangely, that thought was comforting. I felt a freedom from constraint that I couldn't describe. My life, just like Paige's mother's life, was irrevocably broken. Whatever we made now would be whatever it was.
"Well," I said smiling, "Maybe we just live today like we did last night. Let's not make any plans or bind ourselves to anything we can't bear. Let's just do today what feels right for today and assume that it will lead to something right tomorrow." It was the only possible decision and Paige nodded back, her face looking without worry.
"What feel right at this minute?" she said, and as she spoke, she moved her right leg slightly. I felt the smooth, hot skin of her thigh rub across my center and I gasped slightly. My body tingled. I moaned slightly and looked at Paige. She looked so beautiful and I remembered the way she made me feel the night before. I realized that she was the only person in the world, at that moment, who knew who I really was. I spoke without thought.
"I don't want to say something that goes beyond this moment. I am not trying to plan out a future I can't possibly yet imagine. But I need to tell you that now, at this moment, I love you. And no matter what the future brings, if this is our last moment together, I will love you forever in this moment. What feels right, at this moment, is to show you how much I love you." I leaned forward now, closed my eyes and pressed my lips to Paige's cheek. My lips melted into her soft skin and I heard her gasp slightly. Her breath was in my ear and I knew that her mouth was right against my cheek.
"I love you too," she whispered, and then turned her face toward mine. I turned to meet her. In a moment, our eyes closed and our mouths met. Opposed to the exhilarating novelty of our first kiss or the quenchless passion of our later embraces the night before, this kiss had something else. A genuine tenderness. I felt Paige's lips on my mouth and the slightest hint of her tongue and felt a comfort from her. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her tighter into me. Our breasts, still unclad from the previous night, pushed together and I felt the sticky warmth of her body.
For several minutes we just lay there, naked in one another's arms, our mouths pressed together. Occasionally, I would open my mouth and her tongue would find mine. But even this was gentle, sweet more than ardent. I thought of how different it felt to kiss Paige while I was sober, to have complete control over myself. But even with that control, to know that this was what I wanted. In some ways, it was better than the previous night.
I felt my body start to respond to our embrace and to our kisses. Just because we were calmer did not mean that to kiss Paige was any less arousing. In fact, our loving embrace felt even more exciting. I felt my pussy start to grow wet from the excitement. Perhaps more importantly, I could feel Paige's pussy dripping onto my thigh. She was aroused as well. And it created some sort of virtuous cycle. My arousal turned her on, just like her arousal turned me on. My excitement drove her excitement higher and vice versa.
It wasn't really a conscious thing, but soon our bodies began to crave something more. I sort of rolled over completely on my back. My mouth stayed hot against Paige's because she rolled over with me. I kept my right leg bent slightly at the knee and Paige straddled it. At the same time she buried her right knee in the bed, slipping it below my ass so that my cunt was still against her thigh. Paige leaned over me, her nipples dangling down slightly (though perkily) against my skin. Her kiss continued to entrance me as we moved positions.
Without any sort of communication, we both started to move at the same time. We didn't really have a plan, we just sort of acted as our bodies willed. I started to grind my wet cunt against Paige's thigh. From her position straddling my legs, she began to do the same. I could feel the heat of her pussy and its delectable wetness as it rubbed up and down on my leg. Her nipples traced across my skin as she moved. I started to grind against her harder, loving the way my wet clit felt on her deliciously smooth skin. I moaned into Paige's mouth and she returned the favor.
For a long while we stayed like that. Our mouths locked together in a ceaseless embrace, our breasts just barely touching (causing our bodies to tingle and enhancing our excitement), and our pussies pressed against one another's legs. I kept grinding harder and harder, feeling my hips move sensuously as I chased the sensation. Paige moved the same way and as my hands moved over her body I could feel the sexy, feminine movement of her body as she grinded her clit against my thigh. We found a rhythm together, moving at the same time and in the same manner, feeling the same thing. It was like there was a shared pleasure that we were both reaching for, and we were going after it together.
The longer we moved together, the louder we became. We refused to break our kiss, but I made noises in my throat and I could hear Paige make a cute, sexy little chirping noise. I could feel the tension building together, her noises bringing me higher just like my noises were affecting her. As our bodies, sounds, smells, and tastes meshed together, we ceased to even seem like separate beings. I knew what she experienced because I experienced it, I knew what she thought because I thought it, and I knew what she felt because I felt it. At right at that moment, I understood exactly what Spencer had said when she told me I was looking for something I didn't even understand. It wasn't just a lover, it was this exquisite togetherness, this intimacy of spirit that my soul had been lacking and now found.
"Oh God," I moaned around Paige's mouth. That thought, the perfectness of that idea was enough. Just as I came to that realization, my body, too, reach a climax. I felt Paige shaking and I knew that she felt it too. Our bodies locked together more closely and it was impossible to know whose body was where and where the wondrous, orgasmic sensation was located. It flittered between our bodies and encompassed us both as one. I heard a cry and I could not tell if it was my voice or hers. I felt such intense pleasure; such a rolling encompassing absorbing warmth that I knew it could not come from a single body. I had become one with my lover, and we shared the emotional and physical desire of two.
Paige collapsed on top of me as our orgasms faded. We were both breathing heavily and we lay together. I buried my face in her breasts and she wrapped her arms around me. For a long while we just laid that way, together and satisfied. The afterglow of our orgasm felt more intimate that it had the previous night, perhaps because we'd shared them. Paige played gently with my hair for a while and felt no overwhelming need to talk to think as shr had before. Everything made sense and I felt so content. I could tell by the way that Paige felt against me that she was feeling the same thing. After half an hour, I almost fell back asleep. But then Paige spoke.
"Well, I have to get up and eat," Paige said comfortably. It didn't seem like we needed anymore explanations, we felt at peace, "come on I will make you breakfast." I kissed her one more time as I rolled off of her. She got up and walked across the room and I enjoyed the sight of her naked body walking away from me, the toned features of her butt and the gentle curves of her body. I reached over to grab my phone as I sat up. I hadn't called into work, and I wondered if I was in trouble. I would tell them I was sick.
All I had was a single text. From Spencer. I opened it quickly and read it, "Oh my God!" I said, "You have to hear this!" Paige was almost to the kitchen area of her apartment, but she turned back and looked at me.
"What?" she asked.
"Spencer wrote, 'I checked my account balance this morning. Your dinner cost Toby and I $421.74. You better still be on that date!'" I looked up from my phone at Paige. Her eyes got wide and then we both started to laugh. How much did each bottle of wine cost? Eventually our laughter died and Paige shook her head.
"I never expected that!" Paige said and I thought of her devil-may-care attitude and how it had drawn me to her. Of course she hadn't expect it, that was what made her Paige, "We will have to pay them back." She finished, showing there was no malice in her carelessness. I smiled at her and felt my affection growing.
"I don't think we ever can," I said and I got up from the bed to eat breakfast with my blind date. We'd solve all our problems later.
The End.