Callie's POV
The next day at work I have that overall calm and anesthetized feeling you might associate with smoking pot. My limbs feel a bit like they are not connected to my own body and my brain cells are happily tingling at the memory of last night.
The day passes by in a blur, and I can only hope that I practiced medicine to the best of my ability. As I stand at my locker trying to collect my things, Christina walks up beside me. It is the first time I have seen her since last night.
"Oh. My. God. You whore," she says to me, hands on hips, and I know she's waiting for an explanation (albeit one with absolutely no details).
"I'm sorry," I say sheepishly. "I am, Christina. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." I am typically more respectful to my roommate than my most recent behavior exhibited.
"Um, the devil, is what came over you, is what it sounded like."
"I know, I know," I say, trying to cool my blushing forehead with my hand. "It was really inconsiderate and completely unlike me. But in my defense, it was like… an out of body experience."
"No, you were definitely in your body. I could hear it hitting the wall." (Yes, there was quite a bit of bruising this morning).
"Are you going to make this as embarrassing for me as possible?"
"Yes. A little warning next time, might be nice?"
"I promise," I say, feeling genuinely sorry that I had exiled her from her own home last night.
We hadn't planned another date yet, but two days later Arizona calls me and asks me to come over. She has dinner plans at 6 and can we squeeze something in before then?
I ask for her address.
Arizona's POV
Within twenty minutes, Callie is knocking on my door. As soon as I swing the door open, I am on her. There is a very addictive quality to this woman – so much so that I feel as though we are opposing poles of a magnet, helplessly drawn together.
I remove her jacket without breaking the kiss, my own shirt following it to the floor. The kissing and the insistent way she is sucking my bottom lip into her mouth is making me wet faster than I thought possible.
I don't know what we're doing. I don't know what this is. But I can't stop it.
My hands make quick work of the button on her jeans, ripping them down over her sides. I push her into a sitting position on the couch so that I can take them all the way off. With that finished, I hastily tug on the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. She is breathing heavily and I realize that I am, too.
I lean in and kiss her stomach, sucking the skin roughly and biting down. I know that we are standing on the edge of what is pleasure and what is pain, and the threat of falling is exhilarating to me. It is exhilarating to both of us.
As I rip the cups down on her bra, she grabs the back of my neck and forces me to her breast. I lick and suck hungrily on her nipples as though I am only being given a small window to do so and need to get my fill. Her head is thrown back on my couch and I can smell her arousal from my position, kneeling on the floor between her legs.
Without taking my lips away from her nipple, my fingers find the sides of her panties and pull them off of her body. My hands smooth back up her thighs, grabbing her hips (which will forever be the sexiest part of her to me). Thinking back to her performance on the train, I fail to realize that Calliope has taken my hand. In fact, I don't at all realize until I feel the warmth of her mouth around my first two fingers.
I look up at her and my eyes immediately glaze over at what she's doing to me. She is sliding my fingers into her mouth, so deep, so achingly fucking slowly. Her tongue is so wet and soft and she's fucking her mouth with my hand, and I know exactly what she wants me to be fucking instead.
Nobody has ever turned me on the way that Calliope does. That much is certain.
Returning my attention to her body, I start kissing my way down her stomach and it is clear where I am headed. When I reach the top of her trimmed thatch of pubic hair, she pushes me away from her. The confusion is clearly written on my face.
"I didn't say you could have my pussy yet," she says.
I smile coyly, shaking my head, knowing that this woman will be the death of me. She is toying with me, because she knows she can. Because she knows that I am helpless to do anything but please her body once she is near me. Our first date was a clear indication of that.
"Keep your eyes on me," she commanded.
As if my eyes would be anywhere else.
I watch as her hands find her breasts, her fingers tugging on her tight, straining nipples. She moans in self-gratification. She circles her perfect brown nipples before pinching them, pulling on them.
I dig my nails into the side of her thighs. My arousal was palpable.
She let her hands travel further downward, and using two fingers she spread her lips apart. Her clit was hard and glistening. My breath was labored and shallow. My eyes closed involuntarily.
"Open your eyes," she ordered. "I told you to watch me." She lifted one eyebrow at me, questioning my willingness to participate.
I opened my eyes quickly and kept them fixed on Calliope's open pussy. Restraining myself was becoming almost impossible.
With her free hand, Callie ran a single finger over the length of her clit, circling the hood softly. She repeated this until her finger was coated with her wetness.
"Open your mouth".
I parted my lips in anticipation, as Calliope brought her finger closer and plunged it deep into my mouth. Struck by the pure perfection of her taste, I sucked hungrily, devouring her digit. Before I knew it she had withdrawn from my mouth, and I was salivating, wanting it again.
Callie returned her hand to her sex, rubbing her clit in slow circles. I inched closer to her, until my face was just inches from pussy.
Callie's POV
Maybe it was the fact that she was on her knees before me, or maybe it was the way she was looking up at me, pleadingly, her eyelids heavy with arousal. So when she said:
"Let me help you," so fucking sweetly, like I was some sort of prize, I knew I had to give up the act of playing hard to get.
As soon as I had nodded my assent, her mouth was on, ravenously. Her lips wrapped themselves around my clit as I felt her tongue smooth over me again and again. She was alarmingly good at this.
I could feel her sucking me into her mouth with just the right amount of pressure, her hands beneath my ass pulling me into her. My hips took on a life of their own as she licked down the length of my slit and back. I held her to me by the hair because I had learned from our last experience that this turned her on.
I felt an orgasm approaching perilously quickly, and tried desperately to hold off. I did not want this to end yet. God, it was so good…
"Why are you hanging on, baby?" she said, pulling her lips away for just a second. The way she said baby and the sight of her wet mouth was pushing me over the edge. "Just let go," she said. "I need you to come in my mouth."
"I don't… want it to be over… so soon," I managed to get out, every muscle in my body tensed.
"Calliope, when you come, I'm just gonna start all over again," she said, keeping her eyes locked on mine as my body shook and spasmed, releasing in her mouth like she asked.