Dancing with Myself

Fuck, I'm ripped.

Mad props to Kevin — his latest crop of Super Lemon Haze is the shit. Huge perfectly cured buds loaded with kief. Onset was a little slow but now I'm like all giggly and euphoric. Definite head high, a mild psychedelic effect and enough indica to get me relaxed without making me sleepy or couchlocked. Tastes like Lemonheads candy, too, tart and lemony and sweet. Awesome.

I move some books out of the way and shove my water pipe to the other side of the desk so I won't knock it over. The Humboldt wick is still burning in its dispenser. Pretty dancing little flame. I think it's the souce of the ethereally disembodied high-pitched voice I've been hearing for a while, like Minnie Mouse singing Enya. In a weird way it actually sort of goes with the Bassos Rancheros concert bootleg I've got playing on the stereo right now.

Shit, I'm getting horny. Check that; I've been turned on ever since I met that girl this afternoon. Delphine Beraud. Wicked smart, smokin' hot and really fucking friendly Delphine Beraud. Dayum.

I scooch down in my chair and loosen the tie on my yoga pants. This chair isn't really all that comfortable, but I don't feel like getting up and moving to the bed. Really should look into getting a sofa or a daybed. No, wait, even better, a fainting couch. Which would be more suitable with the Victorian architecture, especially considering its historical intended use.

Sliding my hand under the waistband, I dip into my cunt, then sandwich my clit between my slick and wet fingers. Index and ring fingers on either side, rubbing and squeezing. Middle finger grooving in quick side to side strokes across the shaft. My hand moving in slow tight circles. Oh, yeah.

It was her voice I noticed first.

Well, duh, 'cause like a dork I had my glasses on top of my head and without them anything farther than like six inches from my face is a blur.

And the fact that she was speaking French, which instantly stood out. Even though she was obviously upset, her voice was still soft, with an almost musical lilt. Nice change from having to listen to mostly Midwestern accents for the past few months, which is really harsh on the ear. Not to mention it makes me feel like I'm stuck on the set of "Fargo."

AP French Lit was a looooong time ago, and despite poor M. Oscar's best efforts I was never great at actually speaking it. Maybe there's something to the theory that smoking weed as a teenager affects some areas of the developing brain, though I call bullshit on the studies that claim it's deleterious to memory and problem solving and can damage cognition and academic performance. High school valedictorian with a 4.9 GPA, bayyybeee, so suck on that, pseudoscience. But anyway, I remembered enough to be able to figure out that whoever she was talking to, she didn't want anything to do with them.

Good thing she was distracted by her phone call or she would have caught me staring. I don't know many women who manage to look that hot in a lab coat. Simple white scoopneck top with a shirred neckline deep enough to show the lacy edge of a black bra. I couldn't help imagining what her skin would feel and taste and smell like if I traced the fine gold chain of her necklace with my lips to where it disappeared down her cleavage. It wasn't until I followed her out to the hallway that I could see she was wearing a skirt that was even shorter than mine. Soft slouchy leather boots that hugged her calves to just below the knees. And when I leaned in close enough to be able to feel the heat radiating from her, I caught a trace of her perfume, something floral and woodsy and even a little spicy. Not something I'm familiar with and probably like leagues above my pay grade, but the way it interacted with her body chemistry was some NEWT-level Potions wizardry.

And holy mother of fuck, that hair. Loose wavy curls, a little messy... and every time she ran her hand through it, which she she seems to do a lot, I instantly wanted to do the same, to mess it up even more. I could mess it up real good with her head between my legs... guiding her mouth right where I want it... unff... God, my clit is rock hard. If I were a dude, my cock would be slapping up against my belly.

I run my other hand up under my sweater to my breasts, leaving a trail of prickling skin in its wake. Fuck, I'm so sensitive when I'm high. Pretty damned sensitive even when I'm not high, too. I pinch my nipples, imagining the heat of her mouth on them, sucking and licking, biting them just hard enough to hurt in a really good way. Her hands cupping my breasts, kneading and teasing...

She has beautiful hands. Long fingers. Short nails, but that doesn't mean anything these days. Not as soft as I would have expected from the way she looks. Capable, they seem like very capable hands. Capable of sliding right into my cunt and curling toward my G-spot and teasing around my cervix and —

Straight girl, Niehaus. You know how that goes. Not that I haven't had more than my share of them. Shit, if they're curious and up for exploration, I'm all for it. Especially if they've never really been properly laid in their lives, which is most of the straight women I've been with. Seriously, dudes, I've fucked a pretty good number of you in my time, enough to make a decent representative population sample size. Maybe one in ten of you has any real idea about what to do with a woman in bed. Especially how to go down on them. Men should all have to take, like, a seminar on how to eat pussy, with a mandatory lab practical. I'd be happy to demonstrate. With Delphine. Mmmmm...

Oh, yeah, getting sloppy wet like a mofo. Bet Delphine's never been laid properly by her boyfriend — if she had, she wouldn't be so willing to leave him, to cut him off without giving him a chance to kiss and make up. Hell, maybe he sucks at kissing, too. It's a tongue, guys, not a car wash. I don't think it was my imagination that she didn't seem to be all that upset about the breakup when we were talking over coffee. Women who are really into their SOs don't shut up about them, and she didn't mention him once in almost 45 minutes, before she had to leave to TA her MicroBio class.

Fuck, I can just about feel my hands tracing the lines of her torso, stroking her, watching the way she responds so I can find her most sensitive places. There's something really satisfying in getting a straight girl so worked up that she forgets that she was ever freaked out about being with a woman for the first time.

I hook one leg over the arm of my chair to open myself up, abandoning my breasts to slip three fingers into my cunt while I go to town on my clit. My buttcheeks and thighs are tensing in synch with the movements of my hands. By now I'm hyperventilating and my heart is about to pound out of my chest. The vinyl seat of my chair is making this grrnnnngkking sound under my ass and the springs are squeaking like crazy.

She's probably one of the quiet ones. Those are the most fun, getting them to bust out of their shells and give in to every hidden nasty impulse they've ever had or never even knew they'd crave. An image burns into my head: Delphine wearing a harness, black leather straps standing out in contrast against her pale perfect skin. Her hand pumping back and forth along the length of her cock...

Shit, that's done it. My leg that's braced on the floor is starting to shake. Wet slurping sounds from my cunt, wet lapping sounds of my fingers flying over my clit. Body tensing and jerking until convulsions slam through me, my cunt spilling come all over my fingers and thighs, strangled howls bursting from me as I shudder again and again. I can actually see fireworks when I close my eyes, along with little red blood cells shooting through my capillaries in time with every rock and thrust of my hips.

Sweating and panting, I slouch gracelessly all over the chair. It's awkward as hell but I can't really move, and it takes a long time for my breath and pulse to return to normal. "Goddamn, Delphine Beraud." I keep my hands in place at my clit and cunt, with just enough pressure and movement to keep me quivering. "I don't know if you're as good as you look, but fucking hell I'd like to find out."