The Halloween Party
"I didn't even realize how unhappy I was," I said, "I did that for years, Lisa. Well over a decade. And then, it just dawned on me one day that I felt guilty and resentful all the time. I despised my husband, even if I tried not to think about it. I didn't enjoy anything other than working anymore. And if the only thing you like is work..." I trailed off.
"And so you left," Lisa said, smiling. I nodded, "I am so proud of you!" And Lisa suddenly grasped my shoulders and pulled me into her arms for a hug. She'd hugged me when I'd first arrived, but this was different. She enveloped me in her arms, and I felt her warmth running through me. The years of separation flooded away and it felt like we were in college again. Finally, Lisa broke the hug, pushed me back. I missed her arms immediately.
"Thanks," I said, sheepishly.
"Was there ever a time when I was in any sort of relationship and I was happy? Was there a time when it didn't feel like a chore.” And at first I couldn't think of any. I was just about to decide to buy a bunch of cats, and I thought of something," I said, my heart thrumming now and it almost felt like the corners of my eyes were darkening. I could just see Lisa standing in front of me, her brow furrowed.
"What?" she asked. I took a deep breath. And then another.
"Do you remember Halloween your senior year?" I asked. And then there was a long silence.
* * * * *
Lisa had just turned 22 years old. She was a senior and I was a sophomore, 19 years old. We'd known each other over a year at that point. She had been my RA my freshman year, when she was a junior. I recalled that she hated being an RA and vowed never to do it again.
Why she took an interest in me, I really can't say. I don't even remember the first time we did something together. I remember meeting her when I moved in. I know some time passed. And then all my memories sort of pick up, full steam, in the glow of my friendship with her. One day she came into my room without preface or warning and just sort of told me that I was going out with her and that we were going to have fun. That would be Lisa, forceful and mysterious all at once. I would have been absolutely powerless to resist. I think I might have been the only freshman student that she talked to willingly, which was a source of pride for me. Because Lisa was fun!
She seemed to have a preternatural ability to sniff out an adventure or a party and then, somehow, to become the focus of that party. And if you were with her, it was like you were draped in her aura. Whereas, in high school, I had always been a bit of a shy outsider, with Lisa I was somehow front and center on everything. And comfortable doing it too, because Lisa was just so confident, and not in an arrogant way. And if she belonged absolutely, she thought that I belonged too, well then she must be right.
It was like that on Halloween night. I was still living in a dorm at that time (I got a grant for on-campus housing and my parents insisted). Lisa was living off-campus with a couple of our other friends. I had decided at 4:00 p.m. that day that I was going to go back to my room and sleep. It was a Friday and I had had three exams during the week. I was exhausted and I hadn't had time to even think about Halloween. I wanted to go to bed early and wake up late and then do something on Saturday night.
Lisa, as was her way, had other plans. A few hours later, she barged into my dorm room (somehow, she had gotten herself a key and because she had once been an RA, security always let her into the building).
"Come on," she'd said, "We are going to a house party I just heard about from this guy in my psych class. It is going to be crazy!" she said, jittery and excited.
"No! I already told you, I am sleeping!" I said, but I could already feel myself growing interested. Lisa was so enthusiastic. Her excitement was intoxicating, infectious.
"You can sleep when you're dead, which might be tonight if you don't get dressed, let's go!" she said. I was wearing a massive t-shirt as pajamas and she picked up some jeans and threw them at me. I laughed. I could feel Lisa's energy sort of flowing it me, I felt less tired, just with her in the room.
"I am not going out tomorrow night if we go out tonight," I said firmly, "I need to sleep!" I insisted.
"Pfft," she said, "I am going to be sleeping with whoever I meet at this party to night. I am not going to have time for an underclassman like you!" she said and I laughed again. I knew she wasn't just going to leave with some guy. She just liked that joke. And the joke won me over. I silently agreed that I was going and Lisa had silently informed me that she was probably going to make me go out on Saturday night too.
"But I didn't buy a costume, what am I going to be?"
"A bimbo college coed?" she said, lifting one of my bras up off my dresser and raising her eyebrows suggestively. I giggled and grabbed the bra out of her hand.
"Try again," I said, walking towards my closet. Lisa followed me, and we looked around at my clothes.
"Your clothes are so boring," Lisa said, looking at my sweaters and jeans, "Nothing even remotely like a costume." I knocked my hip against her, throwing her off balance.
"You don't have a costume either!" I said and Lisa shrugged.
"I was relying on you. But you let me down again Holly; you are such a disappointment" Lisa said, smiling in case I didn't realize it was a joke.
"Well I..." I started.
"Oh god, what is this!" Lisa said, reaching down into the bag of stuff at the bottom of my closet. In a second, she had pulled out a short-haired, blonde wig. I laughed.
"That," I said, "belongs to my grandma. Who is very bald. She helped me do my laundry last time I was home and I must've packed up her blonde wig." Lisa laughed and looked at the wig.
"Oh my god!" she said, "I have the best idea ever!" We would go to the party as Ellen DeGeneres and her lesbian partner Anne Heche.
Okay, so two hours later we are at the party. And what you have to understand is that, at the time, pretending to be a famous lesbian couple this really was the best idea ever. I mean, absolute comic gold on Lisa's part. It has probably not aged well in the interim, but you to trust me: the college students loved it.
Lisa already had shoulder-length blonde hair and, after she had told me her idea, she had immediately rushed to my bathroom to style it. I then, as now, had long dark hair. She helped me pin it down so that I could wear the short-blonde wig. I wore a skimpy dress. Lisa had found a sort of suit or something that belonged to my roommate and put that on.
When we walked into the party, we were holding hands. "Hi, I am Ellen. This is Anne. We are lesbians!" Lisa had announced as soon as we walked in. And, of course, the crowd went wild.
What you have to remember was the novelty and ubiquity of Ellen DeGeneres and Anne Heche. Famous lesbians. It had never (really) happened before. And then there was this couple of famous women and they were all over magazines and people were talking about them constantly. And some people were offended by them and some people were awakened by them. We just knew that we were two (now) blonde women who could get a cheap Halloween costume out of a pop culture event. And, because lesbianism was (at least the time) more than a little bit naughty, we were simultaneously daring and uproarious in our costumes.
It was a big, rambling house rented by like eight guys (Lisa was friends with one of them). And it was absolutely packed with people in various states of dress and drunkenness. And the masses just sort of parted when we walked through. Everyone turned to look at us. They laughed. They made lewd comments. They got jealous about how much more money they'd spent on their own comments.
And Lisa just drank it all in. She dragged me (willingly) all over the house, never once dropping my hand (except for bathroom trips). She stayed in character the entire time. She referred to me exclusively as her girlfriend. We drank and we goofed out way through the party. I don't think I stopped laughing the entire time. I was relieved when the campus cops showed up at like 11 and shut us down, my cheeks hurt from smiling.
An hour after the party broke up, Lisa and I were sitting in my dorm room, a pizza box spread on the floor right next to my discarded hair. My roommate had gone home to visit her family or boyfriend, or something. And everyone else in the building seemed to still be out at parties. But we had decided that we'd basically already won Halloween. And, I think, Lisa didn't want me to be hungover so she could more easily convince me to come out the next night.
"And listen, I love you" Lisa said, "But you are just flat out wrong."
"Thin crust, greasy pizza is better than thick crust" I said flatly, grabbing a third, floppy slice and biting it.
"The cheese in the crust thing!" Lisa threw back, circling a finger in the air as if to pantomime to me what a ring of cheese might look like. I made a face.
"Pizza Hut? Gag!" I said.
"They have thin crust at Pizza Hut" I said.
"Don't patronize me," she said quietly and I laughed again. I chewed my pizza and sat back against the door to my dorm with my legs out in front of me. Lisa was now sitting cross-legged on my bed, a couple feet away. I breathed in deeply, my muscles relaxing. This was my favorite thing on earth. To sit in my dorm room, late at night, with my best friend. I felt physically warm and wrapped my arms around chest.
"Well Ellen, I think this might be an irreconcilable difference," I said sadly, and kicked my hair across the room. Lisa slipped seamlessly back into character.
"Pizza is exceptionally important," Lisa said contemplatively. But, at the same time, she tossed a half-eaten slice of pizza onto the floor, missing the box by about two feet.
"Do lesbians have to get divorces?" I asked.
"These lesbians might" Lisa said, flicking her hand back and forth between us.
"We will always have Angelo's Pizzeria and Bar," I said, and tossed my own pizza onto the floor next to Lisa's.
"At least the sex was really, really, ridiculously good," Lisa said, smiling. I leaned my head back and laughed.
"For you maybe" I said. "Because I am a ... fucking ... lesbian sex goddess. But I faked every orgasm." I said. Now Lisa squealed with laughter.
"Heche, I blew your mind every time we had sex! Remember that time in Paris? With the spatula and the jelly beans and the pint of heavy whipping cream?” Lisa asked, clearly just grasping for a bunch of nonsense ideas and stringing them together. Still, as she spoke, she sat up on the bed and looked at me intently. I shrugged.
"I was the one who remembered the spatula! You are a selfish lover!" I shot back.
"You eat pussy like you eat pizza: wrong" Lisa joked. I almost broke out of character at Lisa's raunchy joke. I was, frankly, a little shocked that she'd said that. But I thought it was funny. I had to hit back.
"It's your fault, Ellen. Your..." I almost couldn't say it, "Pussy is like your pizza yeasty and crusty." Lisa's mouth formed a giant "O" and then she rolled backward onto the bed, cackling.
"Gross!" she eventually, said, gasping for breath. Slowly, she managed to stop laughing and slipped off the bed and walked, slinkily, across the room.
When we got back to my room Lisa had removed her suit and she was now just wearing a pair of panties and a loose blouse. I could see her black bra through the white fabric. She walked right over the pizza and then over top of me. She was standing with her feet on either side of my legs, where I was sitting on the floor. She dropped down onto her knees, sort of straddling my thighs. I was still wearing my short dress, our thighs rubbed together. Her body felt warm. She looked down at me, her hair tumbling down into her eyes. Without even thinking, my hands rose up and gently took her waist. I looked up at her, grinning.
"I don't think this is how lesbians do it," I said, rubbing her waist slightly. She shrugged.
I realized that about 90% of the people we had seen that night would have killed to be where I was now. Lisa was so beautiful, and I didn't feel jealous thinking that. I was just admiring her.
"How do they?" I asked, not sure where the question had come from.
"Who?" Lisa asked. She sensed I was asking a serious question, no longer just playing, and she started to lift her leg up, to stop
straddling me.
"Lesbians, how do they do it?" I asked. This was in an age before internet porn and, despite my life in the big city of Annapolis, I was a bit sheltered. Lisa laughed.
"I don't know, I don't go to Delta Zeta parties," Lisa said, briefly settling back down on her knee. She looked at me for a long moment and turned her head to the side. "I assume they do like, all the stuff we'd do with guys, but you know ..."
"Without a cock?" I finished her thought for her. Lisa threw her head back and laughed.
"The hopeless romantic!" she said, "Yes, without a cock. You know, fingers and mouths and stuff. Like rubbing their ... you know ... together."
"Is that it?" I asked.
"Is that it? That is the best sex. You haven't been screwed properly," Lisa said in the world-weary way she did when she wanted to remind me that I was younger. I had not, at that point, ever had an orgasm with a partner. So, I suppose, Lisa was probably right.
"I can't imagine doing it" I said, sort of looking down between our bodies. Lisa was so soft, so delicate, my eyes wondered over here, half imagining things I couldn't imagine.
"Doing what?" Lisa asked.
"You know," I said, looking back up at her eyes, "like, putting my mouth on ... a pussy."
"You've had a dick in your mouth, right? Can't be any grosser than that," Lisa said and, I had to grant her the point.
“I’ve never sucked a guy” I had to admit, exposing my sexual innocence.
“Oh, no!” Lisa moaned.
"It probably wouldn't be so bad, really" I said to myself. Without really thinking about it consciously, I felt my eyes roaming over Lisa's body. The swell of her hips, the softness of her small breasts, her long throat. She was beautiful. "I mean, Ellen and Anne might just be like something ... softer and gentler." Lisa nodded, and I felt her eyes on me as well.
"And boobs are fun to play with," Lisa said, moving her hands up and cupping her breasts for a moment through her shirt. She pinched each of her nipples.
I giggled, "Who would want play with those?" I said snarkly.
Lisa swatted my arm playfully. A little too hard.
"Ouch! Maybe not gentler!" I said.
"Sorry!" Lisa said, and then she reached forward again, rubbing my arm gently now where she'd struck me. Her hands were warm, a little damp. But nice. She didn't stop rubbing my arm. "Some of the chicks I've been with like it rough" she joked, after she realized I wasn't angry.
"Well, you apologize better than any man I’ve known" I said dryly, "I guess if I could just get my head around the ... sex stuff, I could figure out where lesbians were coming from. I just don't think I'd like the taste of..." I said. Lisa's eyebrows furrowed.
After a long moment, Lisa said, "Can I tell you something?" She sounded calm, but almost too collected. It wasn't a joke.
"Sure, anything," I said. For some reason, I felt butterflies in my stomach. A feeling that was familiar but I couldn't pin down. Not right then.
"Sometimes, like, when I touch myself," Lisa started, and I knew my eyes got wide. We did NOT talk like this, ever. "I put my ... like, fingers in my mouth afterwards. I like the taste ..." Lisa's eyes turned away. I saw her cheeks get red. I tried to process what I was hearing. An image flashed in my mind of Lisa on her bed, naked, with her legs spread, her fingers dipping into her pussy, then slipping out and moving towards her mouth. I shook the image out of my mind. Still, I felt my body reacting in strange ways. I felt my heart fluttering, my knees felt a little wobbly. Between my legs ... I ignored the feelings.
"I never have …" I said. I didn't know what else to say.
"Never ... touched yourself?" Lisa asked, shocked.
"No! I do that like ... too much probably. Just never tasted my fingers afterwards" I explained. Now my cheeks were red. I could see Lisa's chest rising and falling deeply. I felt the weight and softness of her body against me. I could smell her perfume. I felt so strange.
"You should" Lisa said, awkwardly. Almost like she was just trying to fill up the sudden silence.
"You probably ... probably taste good too" she said.
What a thing to say! I looked up at Lisa's eyes and she was looking down at me. I tried to read her eyes. I couldn't even tell what I was feeling, let alone what she was feeling. I just knew that my nipples felt hard against my tight dress.
"All this talk of sex stuff ... I am like ..." I started to change the subject. This felt weird. But I stopped Lisa was looking down at me, her hair over her eyes. I could feel the warmth of her body emanating from her. I could smell her perfume coating me. It felt nice. And that same strange butterfly feeling in my stomach, growing more intense. And then, suddenly, I realized what the feeling was. That moment of anticipation, anxiety, and sexual excitement I’ve felt right before I kissed someone for the first time.
"Oh man" I said briefly to myself as that realization hit. But I didn't have time to think about what that meant. As soon as I realized what I was feeling, Lisa was making it real. I saw her eyes close, her head tilt to the side as she leaned in.
"Oh, yes" I heard my own voice say gently as my own eyes closed and the distance between us disappeared.
Soft and warm. That was the sensation. But it seems so limited to just explain it as that. I just suddenly felt Lisa's lips pressing against mine. They were so soft that they just sort of melted into my own lips, coating me in her warmth. The kiss was firm, but in no way rough. Just ... feminine. After a moment, I felt Lisa's lips open slightly. I heard a low groan erupt from my own throat and I followed her lead. My mouth opened and, instantly, Lisa's tongue slipped into my mouth. My own tongue rose up to meet it. Her tongue was thick and soft; it draped across my teeth, rubbed my gums, and then wrestled with my own tongue. I wrapped my lips around her tongue and gently sucked her in, tasting her sweet flavor.
At first, the sensation was just too surprising and overwhelming to process. My mind was just a static fuzz. As Lisa's tongue pressed deeper and deeper into my mouth. It felt like its wet warmth enveloped my entire body, coating me in an electric frisson. Slowly, my brain began to process exactly what was happening. Lisa was kissing me. And it was ... wow. I was confused and could feel my erotic anxiety. But those feelings didn't register. The beautiful sensation of Lisa's perfect kiss just ... blocked anything else out.
After a long time (I don't exactly know how long), I felt Lisa's tongue pull back from my mouth, felt it trail across my lips once, before she pulled away entirely. I let out a little mewling noise as her tongue left me, I leaned forward for her, but she was already sitting up.
My eyes opened and I saw Lisa towering over me, beautiful. It was now that I realized that my heart was thrumming, that my ... nipples were hard and erect, and that my thighs were slick from the juices that had oozed from my pussy. What was I feeling? Lisa was looking at me with the same shocked confusion.
I honestly think that if, in that moment, either one of us had laughed or smiled or said something like "wow, that was sort of weird," or anything like that that the spell would have been broken. That we would have laughed sheepishly, made fun of one another, and pretended like we weren't feeling anything strange. And, likely, in a couple of days we wouldn't ever even think about it again. But that isn't what happened.
"Holly, are you ... wet?" Lisa asked, deadly serious. Her pretty eyes were looking directly into mine. It was not a joke. She wasn't going to make fun of me. I didn't feel like I had any choice but to answer honestly.
"Yes" I breathed. "Very." Lisa nodded slightly. She didn't speak another word. She lifted her left leg up off the floor, swinging it back and up over my hips. Our skin was stuck together slightly and my leg felt cool as she pulled away. For half a second, I thought that maybe I had said the wrong thing, that Lisa was going to retreat back to my bed, disgusted with me.
Instead, Lisa swung her hip all the way over and landed on her behind on the floor, right next to me. However, instead of scooting back so that she was sitting next to me against the door like me, she slipped her right arm around my back, grasping far hip gently, turning me toward her. Her head was sort of against my breast, I could feel her breath through the sheer fabric of my dress. Lisa's left hand was resting on my left thigh, she applied some slight pressure on the inside of my thigh. Instinctively, I spread my legs slightly. Her right hand began to slowly stroke the inside of my thigh, working its way higher with each stroke.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," Lisa said. She didn't look up at me when she spoke, keeping her eyes on my knees. I knew she didn't want me to tell her to stop. She didn't have to worry. I wasn't going to say a word. Instead, I just nodded slightly, held my breath and kept my eyes on Lisa's right hand.
Given my permission to keep going, Lisa moved quickly, maybe afraid I'd change my mind. Her palm began to slide its way up my thigh, feeling warm and slightly damp. After a moment, her trembling fingers moved inside the hem of my dress. My eyes grew wide, as Lisa spread my legs even wider. I felt her fingers touching my soft, sensitive skin. After a moment, heard Lisa gasp.
"You aren't wearing panties," she said in a soft voice.
"My thong was in the hamper. You wanted me to wear this tight dress ... I didn't want panty lines," I said, breathing for the first time in a while.
"Slut" Lisa said, playfully.
"How dare ... oh shit!" I groaned.
I felt it then. The pad of Lisa's soft index finger pressed against my wet slit. It felt warm, softer and gentler than it ever felt with my own finger. So much different than my own fingers. Lisa gently moved two fingers to the opening of my pussy, spinning them and coating them in my juices, lubricating. And then, suddenly, she was gone. I let out a little groan as Lisa's hand moved out from between my legs. Why had she stopped? I hadn't told her to stop.
"No, don't stop!" I gasped, just above a whisper.
"Hold on" Lisa whispered. I saw her hand move out from inside of my dress. In the low light of my room, I could see that her index and middle finger were glistening with my juices. I could smell my arousal and felt self-conscious about it. What would Lisa think about it?
I didn't have to think about it long. Without saying anything else or explaining what she was going to do, Lisa brought her index finger up towards her mouth. She breathed in deeply. I knew she could smell me. A sweet, delicate scent. Now it was Lisa's turn to groan. I felt my cheeks go red.
I saw Lisa spread her index and middle finger. I tilted my head to the side to get a better view and saw Lisa slip her index finger into her mouth. I watched her soft, pink lips press against her last knuckle and, through her lips, I could see tongue moving. I knew that she was tasting me. I heard her moan slightly.
"Oh god, Holly" she said around her finger. "I was right, you taste ... of heaven" she said. I felt my skin prickling all over as Lisa reacted to the flavor of my pussy. My nipples pressed hard against the inside of my dress, and I felt my face burning a deep, dark red.
"Lisa, I ..." I started, not even sure what I was going to say. But Lisa didn't give me a chance. In one fluid movement, Lisa's finger slipped from her mouth and rose up towards my face. My mouth, open to speak, was an easy target. Before I realized what she was doing, Lisa's pushed her wet middle finger into my mouth. Instinctively, my lips closed around her, feeling the hard warmth of her finger. I realized what she was doing.
And then the taste flooded me. Lisa was rubbing her finger against my tongue, rolling it so that my own juices deposited on it. Sweet, salty, and earthy. Divine. I closed my eyes and groaned and closed my lips tighter and sucked on Lisa's finger, sucking my own juices from her and swallowing them down. Soon, every velvety drop of it was slipping down my throat. Lisa's finger was still in my mouth, and I sucked on it lovingly.
"See" she said. "I told you it was good." She slipped her fingers out from my pursed lips. My head was swimming a little bit. I shrugged.
"Ellen and Anne might be onto something," I said dreamily.
Lisa giggled and pressed her fingertips to my lips. I closed my eyes and kissed them. My eyes opened when they moved away. Lisa moved quickly. In half a moment, her hand was back between my legs, under the hem of my dress. I spread my legs farther and let out a little moan when I felt Lisa's fingers tickle the insides of my thighs.
“Holly" Lisa said, turning her head up to look at me out of the corner of her eye, "You are soaking wet!"
"Do it, please Lisa," I said, instinctively thrusting my hips forward. My dress rode up almost to my hips.
"Do what, Holly?" Lisa asked playfully, her fingers freezing in place.
"No, please don't tease me, Lisa. I really ... just please, I've never felt like this" I begged. The tone in my voice, Lisa read it instantly. This was bare need, I wasn't playing. I couldn't have explained then if someone asked me. It had all happened so quickly. It was like, Lisa had accidentally jumped over all my defenses. She had, without trying, touched some nerve that had never been touched before. Lisa bit her lower lip and I felt her head nod.
"Yeah, Holly. Of course," Lisa said softly. She pushed the hem on my dress up a little farther. I lifted up off of the floor and let her slide my dress up over my hips. My pussy was now completely exposed. Lisa's fingers quickly moved between my legs. I gasped as the tips of her fingers grazed the lips of my pussy.
"Up at the top, the..." I started. Lisa giggled and nestled her head into my side.
"Holly, I am a girl, I know where your clit is," Lisa said. And at the same instant, the tip of her index finger slid up through my slit and
then began to slowly, gently, circle my clit.
I groaned and bucked my hips. I couldn't ever remember being so sensitive. Lisa's finger was quickly wet and it coasted easily over my skin. And it was all me. My juices on her fingers. In fact, I was so wet, it felt like there was a puddle on the floor underneath of me. And my scent was stronger now, filling my nose and, seemingly, the whole room around it. I saw Lisa breathe in deeply from her nose and I knew she could sense it as well. She let out a little groan. But she continued to circle her finger around my clit. Occasionally, she would just barely graze it and sent shivers through my body.
I could hear Lisa breathing heavily, feel the heat of it on my breast, through the dress. Without thinking, I reached for the narrow strap of my dress and pulled it down my arm, below my elbow. The fabric cupping my breast fell forward against the top of Lisa's head. She felt it, pulled back slightly, allowing my breast to be exposed. My hard, pink nipple now looked Lisa in the eye.
"Suck on it" I begged. Lisa didn't say a word. Her eyes closed again, her mouth opened and took my nipple between her lips. I groaned as I felt her tongue softly press against my hard flesh. No awkward sucking or harsh teeth like some of the men I had been with. Lisa was gentle, painfully gentle. Soon, she was circling at the same speed that she circled my hardened clit. Occasionally, Lisa's finger would slip down to my slit, replenishing my juices. At the same time, she would pull her tongue back and suck gently on my nipple. I writhed on the floor the entire time, moaning loudly and arching my back into Lisa's face.
After some amount of time, Lisa changed things up. Without any warning. Her finger moved down to my slit, coating her finger in my juices and she sucked on my nipple. But when her finger moved back up to my clit, she didn't coyly circle it. She didn't just brush my clit incidentally. Without any signal, she put her entire focus on my engorged clit. The slick pad of her finger stroking it gently, but firmly. Circling it and stroking up and down. At the same time, her tongue flicked my nipple roughly.
"Fucking fuck!" I groaned as my brain was overwhelmed. I had, of course, known that I was feeling pleasure. I just hadn't realized how close I was; how expertly Lisa had been teasing me. And when my orgasm came ... it rushed all over me at once. I felt like warm water had been poured over my head and everywhere the water touched as it streaked down my body became numb. And then that numbness was replaced by an electrical vibration. I knew that I was moaning, I knew that I was writhing on the floor. I knew that I was arching my back, pressing my nipple into my best friend's mouth. I felt like someone else as the pleasure soaked over me.
Finally, the orgasm subsided. I felt my body settle back down onto the floor. I was breathing heavily. My nipples felt cool and I realized that Lisa was no longer sucking it. But my pussy was warm. I looked down and saw that Lisa was sort of cupping my pussy in her hand, her palm soaked with my juices. Lisa had sat up straighter, her eyes were wide and she was looking at me, grinning.
"Oh my God Holly, that was like ..." Lisa began. But something was happening. Usually, when I came while playing with myself, that was sort of the end of it. I would orgasm, feel satisfied, and maybe lay around for a few minutes in the afterglow. In short, I would be sated. But something was different this time. My orgasm was more powerful than any I'd ever felt before. And, while I was totally relaxed, I wasn't ... sated. Whatever strange arousal I'd felt when Lisa had straddled me was still there. No, if anything, it was stronger.
I didn't so much make a choice, as my body acted in the only way that it could.
I pounced on Lisa.
I mean that literally. I turned towards her and put my hands on her shoulders. I sort of twisted her around so that she was facing towards me. She gave a bit of a yelp as she tumbled over my legs. I pushed her backwards, gently, until she was lying on her back on my dorm room floor. I untangled our legs so that Lisa's knees were spread, and I rose up onto my knees between them I grabbed the hem of my dress with crossed arms and slipped it up over my head. I tossed it to the side, and now I towered over Lisa, naked.
"Damn, Holly ..." Lisa said, propping herself up on her elbows. Her gaze moved up and down me. “You’re gorgeous.”
I dropped down on my knees in front of Lisa, my ass up in the air and my face inches from her hips. I saw her pink panties stretched across her pussy. Lisa spread her legs wider. I could see the outline of her lips through the thin, very wet fabric. I reached forward with my hand, my knuckles rubbing against the inside of Lisa's thigh. She felt warm, but she was trembling against me. My eyes flickered up for a moment, I saw her looking at me intently, the knuckles of her index finger bit between her teeth.
I slipped my index finger into the leg hole of Lisa's panties. She softly gasped as my finger grazed her wet, warm lips. I hooked my finger around Lisa's panties, the tip of my finger poking out of the opposite leg hole. The fabric was so wet that my fingers actually squeezed Lisa’s juices from her panties as I started to pull them back. Lisa immediately sensed what I was doing, and she lifted up from the floor. I gave the panties a quick tug and they slipped down over my friend's hips. Lisa lifted her legs straight up in the air, rising on either side of me. She brought her ankles together and I was able to pull her panties up over her feet and tossed them onto my roommate's bed. Lisa's legs immediately spread again, wider than before.
Lisa's pussy was now totally exposed. Unlike my pale, pink lips and small, hard clit, Lisa's pussy lips were a deep, pretty red -- as if she used lipstick on them. They glistened with her wetness. Because her legs were spread so wide, the lips were spread apart exposing her inner pinkness. Also, unlike me, Lisa didn't have any pubic hair (I kept my bush very short, but a bikini cut). Lisa must have noticed I was looking. Her cheeks got slightly red.
I quickly dropped down lower onto the floor. I slipped my arms underneath of Lisa's knees, pressing my face towards her.
Lisa's scent was intoxicating. So very different from my own, better. I can't even describe it ... it was her essence, bold and playful and beautiful. I groaned as I breathed her scent. I felt Lisa pulsing through me. I pushed Lisa's legs open as I pressed my shoulders into the undersides of her thighs, closing the distance between us. And then I was face to face with Lisa's pussy. Lisa was totally frozen, looking down at me, not even breathing.
I closed my eyes and leaned the last few inches forward. I groaned as my mouth pressed against Lisa's soft, smooth lips. Her skin almost felt hot to the touch and was unbelievably slick and wet. I breathed in deeply. Lisa's essence was stronger now. I moved my head back and forth slightly, letting Lisa's slick wetness coat my lips.
My nose rubbed Lisa's hard, smooth clit and I felt Lisa's pussy quivering. She moaned loudly and her hand rested on the top of my head. I smiled and moved my lips back to the center of Lisa's slit. I couldn't wait any longer to taste her. I pressed my tongue into Lisa’s pussy and could feel her juices ooze from her. Lisa’s juices coated my tongue, sweet and salty and pungent.
"Don't stop Holly, please don't stop," Lisa said, pressing her hand more firmly on the back of my head. I had no intention of stopping. I needed more. I dropped my body lower, my hard nipples now pressing into the cold linoleum. I dragged my tongue up and down her slit, teasing her clit. I made my tongue rigid and pressed it inside of Lisa's pussy, then extracted it. I began to slowly let my tongue enter her and then remove it, repeating the movement, fucking her with my tongue.
I could feel Lisa's legs trembling around me, I could hear her moaning. Her hand squeezed the top of my head, her fingers sank into my hair. I looked up at her and could see the curved undersides of Lisa's breasts. At some point, she had slipped off her shirt and bra, her hard red nipples sat high on her breasts. Between her breasts, I could see Lisa's face looking down at me, biting her lip, her eyes wide.
"Please, no more teasing. Just do me" Lisa begged. I hadn't even realized I was teasing Lisa, and I hoped I wasn't driving her too crazy. I quickly moved my lips up to the hard and began sucking and massaging Lisa's clit with my tongue. Her clit was larger than mine and had poked from under her hood. It felt hard and warm between my lips. Lisa's body stopped quivering, and I felt her going rigid. Her fingers dug into my scalp hard enough that it hurt. And, while her thighs pressed around my head I could hear her moaning.
"Oh my God!" Lisa groaned and I realized how badly I had been teasing her. She was coming! Lisa's hips bucked and her legs opened and closed around my head. I could just make out her hands grasping at her own breasts and pulling her nipples. I continued to swirl my tongue around her, to stroke her clit with my tongue. After a few minutes, Lisa's body stopped moving. Every muscle in her body tensed at once, her fingers and legs making it feel like my head was going to explode. I could hear a low grunt from the back of her throat. Finally, a long, slow breath let out from the bottom of her lungs. And then all of Lisa's muscles slackened. And she collapsed onto her back on the floor, panting.
I lifted my head up slightly, my face glistening with Lisa's juices. I looked at my friend, naked on the floor with her legs still spread around me. Her breasts lay flat against her chest, her nipples hard. Her hair was sort of messy across her face, a satisfied smile on her face.
"My god, you are beautiful," I said, not even realizing I was saying it. Lisa giggled.
"You're a lesbian sex goddess," she said and now I laughed. But I blushed as well. It didn't feel, entirely, like she was joking. Her eyes were moving over me as well.
Lisa ran her fingers down from her breasts, between her legs, and ran her fingers through her slit. She brought her fingers to her lips and groaned, closing her eyes as she tasted her juices. I felt my arousal reignite inside of me. I didn't want to be done yet. I slid forward, as gracefully as I could, on top of Lisa. I felt our breasts and stomachs press together; my face lined up with hers. Lisa sighed and wrapped her legs around my waist.
"I..." Lisa started, but I didn't let her speak. Instead, I leaned forward and pressed my lips into Lisa's. Surprised, she just let my lips press into her. But then her mouth spread into a smile, and her lips parted. Her tongue met mine and I knew she was tasting her juices on my mouth. We kissed for a long time, our bodies sort of melting together. I reveled in the soft feeling of Lisa's body underneath of mine. But, more, I could feel the heat of her pussy against my body. I knew that I was still aroused. She was too. I broke the kiss. Lisa was thinking, something, along the same lines as me.
"God, in my bag" she said, shaking her head side to side, "I need to get someone inside of me now to finish me off! There’s a dildo" she started. The last thing I wanted was something big inside of me. But I wanted to please my friend.
Without a word, I put my hands on either side of Lisa's head and pushed myself up. Lisa's legs easily slipped off of my waist and then
I was standing in my room, the air suddenly cold without Lisa's body to warm me.
"What's wrong," she said. But I had already seen it. I stepped over Lisa's leg and reached into her bag. I turned around and held it out towards Lisa.
It’s so big ..." I hinted. The phallus was so realistic – a ten-inch cock with thick veins molded along the side, creating simulating ridges. “Oh my …”
"What a monster" I said, raising my eyebrows.
"Oh god, yes! Get over here!" Lisa said, waving her hands at me in an inviting motion. I moved across the room and dropped down onto my knees on the floor next to Lisa's shoulder. She was still laying on her back with her legs spread. I quickly leaned over, propping myself up on one hand while my other hand grasped the base of the phallus.
"Is that thing cold?" Lisa said, looking at the dildo. I shook my head.
She propped herself on her elbows again and her lips were even with her dildo. She leaned forward, opened her mouth and her head moved forward. Looking back at her, I could see the tip of the phallus disappear between her lips. She pushed quickly and evenly, more and more of the trophy entering her mouth. I could see her tongue bouncing off of her cheeks as she coated it in her saliva. I can't say that I found it particularly erotic, but I was impressed by Lisa's skill. In a matter of seconds, most of my “cock” was buried into her throat. Lisa's eyes were watering, and she pulled away. “It's ready," she gasped.
I moved the phallus away from Lisa's face and then bent back down over her hip. I maneuvered around until the glistening tip was facing towards Lisa's pussy. She was still very wet and I breathed in her aroma again, so happy to be close to her again. Her lips were split open and Lisa was actually bucking her hips towards me. I took the top of my “cock” and rubbed it gently up the length of Lisa's slit. She gasped as I grazed her clitoris, so I circled around it. I pulled back slightly, and a thin line of her pussy juices connecting Lisa to the dildo.
"Oh Holly, come on, fuck me!" Lisa begged. At the same time, Lisa started to sort of roll towards me. She kept her legs apart, but one of her hips turned until it was flat on the ground. At the same time, Lisa used her hands to sort of push me over on my side. She didn't have to push hard, I tumbled over so that I was also laying on my side on the floor. Lisa grabbed my top leg, lifting it and spreading me open as well. Now we were mirroring each other: my head towards her feet and vice-versa.
Lisa wasn't in the mood to wait, as soon as she had me in position, her head pushed between my legs. Her breasts pressed against my stomach. Her hair tickled my thighs in a wonderful sort of way, but before I even had a chance to laugh, I felt Lisa's tongue on my clit. She was completely merciless. No teasing. She knew I was already there. She wrapped her lips around my clit and flicked it, circled it, and stroked it with her tongue.
"Oh my God!" I groaned, my head reeling. My eyes sort of crossed and I know that my legs clamped down on Lisa's head. I almost forgot where I was. The only thing I knew for sure was that Lisa was giving me such excruciating pleasure and I needed to reciprocate. Haltingly, confusedly, I looked down at the dildo; it was still pressed against Lisa's clit. I slipped it down slightly, pressing as I did so. The tip of the phallus slipped easily inside of Lisa's wet pussy. Actually, more than the tip. I was pushing harder than I thought and several inches entered my friend.
I heard Lisa gasp around my clit, but her tongue stopped working. I pushed the dildo further into Lisa's pussy, moving firmly but not roughly. I was surprised by how her pussy lips parted and deeply I was able to get it inside her. And then I could feel her tightening around it. Her legs trembled as her body started to resist slightly. I pulled back, watching in awe as it exited her pretty, red pussy lips. I twisted it as I pulled it out. And then pressed it immediately back inside of her. At the same time, I coated the thumb of my other hand with saliva and placed the pad of my thumb on Lisa's clit, rubbing it gently while I started to pull the faux penis back out of her pussy.
The whole while, Lisa had resumed sucking and stroking my own clit. I had been so focused on making sure that I was attending to Lisa's needs, that I hadn't really noticed it sneaking up on me. But around the third time that I thrust the dildo into Lisa's pussy, my orgasm hit. There was no buildup, no preparation – just an explosion. One moment, I was focused on fucking Lisa with her dildo. And the next, my pussy was contracting hard and my hips were thrusting towards Lisa's face. I could hear noises burbling in my throat: I was shaking and trembling all over. The sensation was a sudden intensity. Like my first orgasm, but maybe more so, because I could feel Lisa's body against me.
It was all I could do to keep moving the phallus in and out of Lisa, keep circling my thumb on her clitoris. And she kept her lips and her tongue on my clit. I wiggled, the sensation growing too intense for comfort. But she held me close, kept working me over me as a second orgasm crashed around me; one I didn't even know was possible. And then my mind was blank.
I realized where I was again as I felt Lisa's hand on my wrist. Her head was no longer between my legs. She had sort of sat up higher on her side, and she gently stopped me from thrusting the dildo into her pussy. Dazed, I slowly game to a stop, and realized what I was doing.
"Oh Lisa, I am so sorry, was I hurting you?" I asked, pulling the thing out of her and letting it drop to the floor. I sat up quickly and Lisa did the same. We were now facing each other on the sweaty linoleum floor. The fear I had that I might have hurt her evaporated as I saw her smiling.
"No, it was great!" she said, "I just...it was too much! I came...a lot." she said.
"I didn't even know you COULD come more than once! But that was..."
"So you did too?"
"Yes! It was incredible!" and then, we were babbling over one another, describing the sensations we'd felt and thanking each other.
Slowly, we became quiet as the afterglow of our orgasms faded. And then we were just sitting in my dorm room, the smell of pussy in the air, a wet dildo dripping onto the floor. We were looking at each other, not exactly sure what had happened or how we'd gotten there.
* * * * *
Twenty years later, standing in Lisa's basement, I saw that my friend was looking at me with the same look of sheepish confusion. She was remembering all of the things that I was.
"That night, and the next two months after that...that was the best relationship I ever had," I explained. Truthfully.
"I realized that I didn't love my ex-husband. And I realized that the only person I have ever made love to that I really loved was you..." I trailed off.
"And I loved you too Holly. I love you right now. But I need you to know. I am happy to invite you into my home and my life for as long as you need. But this is my home. This is my life," Lisa explained.
"Yes, yeah. You're right, I should leave," I said, suddenly feeling too embarrassed to stay.
"I want you here. Nothing changes that. Don't think I am angry or upset with you, Holly. I am just...well, you know." There wasn't anything left to say.
"I am sorry," I started.
"No more apologies," Lisa said, pushing me back and smiling at me, "Just get some rest." And Lisa hugged me again.
I was happy Lisa was still my friend.
"And so you left," Lisa said, smiling. I nodded, "I am so proud of you!" And Lisa suddenly grasped my shoulders and pulled me into her arms for a hug. She'd hugged me when I'd first arrived, but this was different. She enveloped me in her arms, and I felt her warmth running through me. The years of separation flooded away and it felt like we were in college again. Finally, Lisa broke the hug, pushed me back. I missed her arms immediately.
"Thanks," I said, sheepishly.
"Was there ever a time when I was in any sort of relationship and I was happy? Was there a time when it didn't feel like a chore.” And at first I couldn't think of any. I was just about to decide to buy a bunch of cats, and I thought of something," I said, my heart thrumming now and it almost felt like the corners of my eyes were darkening. I could just see Lisa standing in front of me, her brow furrowed.
"What?" she asked. I took a deep breath. And then another.
"Do you remember Halloween your senior year?" I asked. And then there was a long silence.
* * * * *
Lisa had just turned 22 years old. She was a senior and I was a sophomore, 19 years old. We'd known each other over a year at that point. She had been my RA my freshman year, when she was a junior. I recalled that she hated being an RA and vowed never to do it again.
Why she took an interest in me, I really can't say. I don't even remember the first time we did something together. I remember meeting her when I moved in. I know some time passed. And then all my memories sort of pick up, full steam, in the glow of my friendship with her. One day she came into my room without preface or warning and just sort of told me that I was going out with her and that we were going to have fun. That would be Lisa, forceful and mysterious all at once. I would have been absolutely powerless to resist. I think I might have been the only freshman student that she talked to willingly, which was a source of pride for me. Because Lisa was fun!
She seemed to have a preternatural ability to sniff out an adventure or a party and then, somehow, to become the focus of that party. And if you were with her, it was like you were draped in her aura. Whereas, in high school, I had always been a bit of a shy outsider, with Lisa I was somehow front and center on everything. And comfortable doing it too, because Lisa was just so confident, and not in an arrogant way. And if she belonged absolutely, she thought that I belonged too, well then she must be right.
It was like that on Halloween night. I was still living in a dorm at that time (I got a grant for on-campus housing and my parents insisted). Lisa was living off-campus with a couple of our other friends. I had decided at 4:00 p.m. that day that I was going to go back to my room and sleep. It was a Friday and I had had three exams during the week. I was exhausted and I hadn't had time to even think about Halloween. I wanted to go to bed early and wake up late and then do something on Saturday night.
Lisa, as was her way, had other plans. A few hours later, she barged into my dorm room (somehow, she had gotten herself a key and because she had once been an RA, security always let her into the building).
"Come on," she'd said, "We are going to a house party I just heard about from this guy in my psych class. It is going to be crazy!" she said, jittery and excited.
"No! I already told you, I am sleeping!" I said, but I could already feel myself growing interested. Lisa was so enthusiastic. Her excitement was intoxicating, infectious.
"You can sleep when you're dead, which might be tonight if you don't get dressed, let's go!" she said. I was wearing a massive t-shirt as pajamas and she picked up some jeans and threw them at me. I laughed. I could feel Lisa's energy sort of flowing it me, I felt less tired, just with her in the room.
"I am not going out tomorrow night if we go out tonight," I said firmly, "I need to sleep!" I insisted.
"Pfft," she said, "I am going to be sleeping with whoever I meet at this party to night. I am not going to have time for an underclassman like you!" she said and I laughed again. I knew she wasn't just going to leave with some guy. She just liked that joke. And the joke won me over. I silently agreed that I was going and Lisa had silently informed me that she was probably going to make me go out on Saturday night too.
"But I didn't buy a costume, what am I going to be?"
"A bimbo college coed?" she said, lifting one of my bras up off my dresser and raising her eyebrows suggestively. I giggled and grabbed the bra out of her hand.
"Try again," I said, walking towards my closet. Lisa followed me, and we looked around at my clothes.
"Your clothes are so boring," Lisa said, looking at my sweaters and jeans, "Nothing even remotely like a costume." I knocked my hip against her, throwing her off balance.
"You don't have a costume either!" I said and Lisa shrugged.
"I was relying on you. But you let me down again Holly; you are such a disappointment" Lisa said, smiling in case I didn't realize it was a joke.
"Well I..." I started.
"Oh god, what is this!" Lisa said, reaching down into the bag of stuff at the bottom of my closet. In a second, she had pulled out a short-haired, blonde wig. I laughed.
"That," I said, "belongs to my grandma. Who is very bald. She helped me do my laundry last time I was home and I must've packed up her blonde wig." Lisa laughed and looked at the wig.
"Oh my god!" she said, "I have the best idea ever!" We would go to the party as Ellen DeGeneres and her lesbian partner Anne Heche.
Okay, so two hours later we are at the party. And what you have to understand is that, at the time, pretending to be a famous lesbian couple this really was the best idea ever. I mean, absolute comic gold on Lisa's part. It has probably not aged well in the interim, but you to trust me: the college students loved it.
Lisa already had shoulder-length blonde hair and, after she had told me her idea, she had immediately rushed to my bathroom to style it. I then, as now, had long dark hair. She helped me pin it down so that I could wear the short-blonde wig. I wore a skimpy dress. Lisa had found a sort of suit or something that belonged to my roommate and put that on.
When we walked into the party, we were holding hands. "Hi, I am Ellen. This is Anne. We are lesbians!" Lisa had announced as soon as we walked in. And, of course, the crowd went wild.
What you have to remember was the novelty and ubiquity of Ellen DeGeneres and Anne Heche. Famous lesbians. It had never (really) happened before. And then there was this couple of famous women and they were all over magazines and people were talking about them constantly. And some people were offended by them and some people were awakened by them. We just knew that we were two (now) blonde women who could get a cheap Halloween costume out of a pop culture event. And, because lesbianism was (at least the time) more than a little bit naughty, we were simultaneously daring and uproarious in our costumes.
It was a big, rambling house rented by like eight guys (Lisa was friends with one of them). And it was absolutely packed with people in various states of dress and drunkenness. And the masses just sort of parted when we walked through. Everyone turned to look at us. They laughed. They made lewd comments. They got jealous about how much more money they'd spent on their own comments.
And Lisa just drank it all in. She dragged me (willingly) all over the house, never once dropping my hand (except for bathroom trips). She stayed in character the entire time. She referred to me exclusively as her girlfriend. We drank and we goofed out way through the party. I don't think I stopped laughing the entire time. I was relieved when the campus cops showed up at like 11 and shut us down, my cheeks hurt from smiling.
An hour after the party broke up, Lisa and I were sitting in my dorm room, a pizza box spread on the floor right next to my discarded hair. My roommate had gone home to visit her family or boyfriend, or something. And everyone else in the building seemed to still be out at parties. But we had decided that we'd basically already won Halloween. And, I think, Lisa didn't want me to be hungover so she could more easily convince me to come out the next night.
"And listen, I love you" Lisa said, "But you are just flat out wrong."
"Thin crust, greasy pizza is better than thick crust" I said flatly, grabbing a third, floppy slice and biting it.
"The cheese in the crust thing!" Lisa threw back, circling a finger in the air as if to pantomime to me what a ring of cheese might look like. I made a face.
"Pizza Hut? Gag!" I said.
"They have thin crust at Pizza Hut" I said.
"Don't patronize me," she said quietly and I laughed again. I chewed my pizza and sat back against the door to my dorm with my legs out in front of me. Lisa was now sitting cross-legged on my bed, a couple feet away. I breathed in deeply, my muscles relaxing. This was my favorite thing on earth. To sit in my dorm room, late at night, with my best friend. I felt physically warm and wrapped my arms around chest.
"Well Ellen, I think this might be an irreconcilable difference," I said sadly, and kicked my hair across the room. Lisa slipped seamlessly back into character.
"Pizza is exceptionally important," Lisa said contemplatively. But, at the same time, she tossed a half-eaten slice of pizza onto the floor, missing the box by about two feet.
"Do lesbians have to get divorces?" I asked.
"These lesbians might" Lisa said, flicking her hand back and forth between us.
"We will always have Angelo's Pizzeria and Bar," I said, and tossed my own pizza onto the floor next to Lisa's.
"At least the sex was really, really, ridiculously good," Lisa said, smiling. I leaned my head back and laughed.
"For you maybe" I said. "Because I am a ... fucking ... lesbian sex goddess. But I faked every orgasm." I said. Now Lisa squealed with laughter.
"Heche, I blew your mind every time we had sex! Remember that time in Paris? With the spatula and the jelly beans and the pint of heavy whipping cream?” Lisa asked, clearly just grasping for a bunch of nonsense ideas and stringing them together. Still, as she spoke, she sat up on the bed and looked at me intently. I shrugged.
"I was the one who remembered the spatula! You are a selfish lover!" I shot back.
"You eat pussy like you eat pizza: wrong" Lisa joked. I almost broke out of character at Lisa's raunchy joke. I was, frankly, a little shocked that she'd said that. But I thought it was funny. I had to hit back.
"It's your fault, Ellen. Your..." I almost couldn't say it, "Pussy is like your pizza yeasty and crusty." Lisa's mouth formed a giant "O" and then she rolled backward onto the bed, cackling.
"Gross!" she eventually, said, gasping for breath. Slowly, she managed to stop laughing and slipped off the bed and walked, slinkily, across the room.
When we got back to my room Lisa had removed her suit and she was now just wearing a pair of panties and a loose blouse. I could see her black bra through the white fabric. She walked right over the pizza and then over top of me. She was standing with her feet on either side of my legs, where I was sitting on the floor. She dropped down onto her knees, sort of straddling my thighs. I was still wearing my short dress, our thighs rubbed together. Her body felt warm. She looked down at me, her hair tumbling down into her eyes. Without even thinking, my hands rose up and gently took her waist. I looked up at her, grinning.
"I don't think this is how lesbians do it," I said, rubbing her waist slightly. She shrugged.
I realized that about 90% of the people we had seen that night would have killed to be where I was now. Lisa was so beautiful, and I didn't feel jealous thinking that. I was just admiring her.
"How do they?" I asked, not sure where the question had come from.
"Who?" Lisa asked. She sensed I was asking a serious question, no longer just playing, and she started to lift her leg up, to stop
straddling me.
"Lesbians, how do they do it?" I asked. This was in an age before internet porn and, despite my life in the big city of Annapolis, I was a bit sheltered. Lisa laughed.
"I don't know, I don't go to Delta Zeta parties," Lisa said, briefly settling back down on her knee. She looked at me for a long moment and turned her head to the side. "I assume they do like, all the stuff we'd do with guys, but you know ..."
"Without a cock?" I finished her thought for her. Lisa threw her head back and laughed.
"The hopeless romantic!" she said, "Yes, without a cock. You know, fingers and mouths and stuff. Like rubbing their ... you know ... together."
"Is that it?" I asked.
"Is that it? That is the best sex. You haven't been screwed properly," Lisa said in the world-weary way she did when she wanted to remind me that I was younger. I had not, at that point, ever had an orgasm with a partner. So, I suppose, Lisa was probably right.
"I can't imagine doing it" I said, sort of looking down between our bodies. Lisa was so soft, so delicate, my eyes wondered over here, half imagining things I couldn't imagine.
"Doing what?" Lisa asked.
"You know," I said, looking back up at her eyes, "like, putting my mouth on ... a pussy."
"You've had a dick in your mouth, right? Can't be any grosser than that," Lisa said and, I had to grant her the point.
“I’ve never sucked a guy” I had to admit, exposing my sexual innocence.
“Oh, no!” Lisa moaned.
"It probably wouldn't be so bad, really" I said to myself. Without really thinking about it consciously, I felt my eyes roaming over Lisa's body. The swell of her hips, the softness of her small breasts, her long throat. She was beautiful. "I mean, Ellen and Anne might just be like something ... softer and gentler." Lisa nodded, and I felt her eyes on me as well.
"And boobs are fun to play with," Lisa said, moving her hands up and cupping her breasts for a moment through her shirt. She pinched each of her nipples.
I giggled, "Who would want play with those?" I said snarkly.
Lisa swatted my arm playfully. A little too hard.
"Ouch! Maybe not gentler!" I said.
"Sorry!" Lisa said, and then she reached forward again, rubbing my arm gently now where she'd struck me. Her hands were warm, a little damp. But nice. She didn't stop rubbing my arm. "Some of the chicks I've been with like it rough" she joked, after she realized I wasn't angry.
"Well, you apologize better than any man I’ve known" I said dryly, "I guess if I could just get my head around the ... sex stuff, I could figure out where lesbians were coming from. I just don't think I'd like the taste of..." I said. Lisa's eyebrows furrowed.
After a long moment, Lisa said, "Can I tell you something?" She sounded calm, but almost too collected. It wasn't a joke.
"Sure, anything," I said. For some reason, I felt butterflies in my stomach. A feeling that was familiar but I couldn't pin down. Not right then.
"Sometimes, like, when I touch myself," Lisa started, and I knew my eyes got wide. We did NOT talk like this, ever. "I put my ... like, fingers in my mouth afterwards. I like the taste ..." Lisa's eyes turned away. I saw her cheeks get red. I tried to process what I was hearing. An image flashed in my mind of Lisa on her bed, naked, with her legs spread, her fingers dipping into her pussy, then slipping out and moving towards her mouth. I shook the image out of my mind. Still, I felt my body reacting in strange ways. I felt my heart fluttering, my knees felt a little wobbly. Between my legs ... I ignored the feelings.
"I never have …" I said. I didn't know what else to say.
"Never ... touched yourself?" Lisa asked, shocked.
"No! I do that like ... too much probably. Just never tasted my fingers afterwards" I explained. Now my cheeks were red. I could see Lisa's chest rising and falling deeply. I felt the weight and softness of her body against me. I could smell her perfume. I felt so strange.
"You should" Lisa said, awkwardly. Almost like she was just trying to fill up the sudden silence.
"You probably ... probably taste good too" she said.
What a thing to say! I looked up at Lisa's eyes and she was looking down at me. I tried to read her eyes. I couldn't even tell what I was feeling, let alone what she was feeling. I just knew that my nipples felt hard against my tight dress.
"All this talk of sex stuff ... I am like ..." I started to change the subject. This felt weird. But I stopped Lisa was looking down at me, her hair over her eyes. I could feel the warmth of her body emanating from her. I could smell her perfume coating me. It felt nice. And that same strange butterfly feeling in my stomach, growing more intense. And then, suddenly, I realized what the feeling was. That moment of anticipation, anxiety, and sexual excitement I’ve felt right before I kissed someone for the first time.
"Oh man" I said briefly to myself as that realization hit. But I didn't have time to think about what that meant. As soon as I realized what I was feeling, Lisa was making it real. I saw her eyes close, her head tilt to the side as she leaned in.
"Oh, yes" I heard my own voice say gently as my own eyes closed and the distance between us disappeared.
Soft and warm. That was the sensation. But it seems so limited to just explain it as that. I just suddenly felt Lisa's lips pressing against mine. They were so soft that they just sort of melted into my own lips, coating me in her warmth. The kiss was firm, but in no way rough. Just ... feminine. After a moment, I felt Lisa's lips open slightly. I heard a low groan erupt from my own throat and I followed her lead. My mouth opened and, instantly, Lisa's tongue slipped into my mouth. My own tongue rose up to meet it. Her tongue was thick and soft; it draped across my teeth, rubbed my gums, and then wrestled with my own tongue. I wrapped my lips around her tongue and gently sucked her in, tasting her sweet flavor.
At first, the sensation was just too surprising and overwhelming to process. My mind was just a static fuzz. As Lisa's tongue pressed deeper and deeper into my mouth. It felt like its wet warmth enveloped my entire body, coating me in an electric frisson. Slowly, my brain began to process exactly what was happening. Lisa was kissing me. And it was ... wow. I was confused and could feel my erotic anxiety. But those feelings didn't register. The beautiful sensation of Lisa's perfect kiss just ... blocked anything else out.
After a long time (I don't exactly know how long), I felt Lisa's tongue pull back from my mouth, felt it trail across my lips once, before she pulled away entirely. I let out a little mewling noise as her tongue left me, I leaned forward for her, but she was already sitting up.
My eyes opened and I saw Lisa towering over me, beautiful. It was now that I realized that my heart was thrumming, that my ... nipples were hard and erect, and that my thighs were slick from the juices that had oozed from my pussy. What was I feeling? Lisa was looking at me with the same shocked confusion.
I honestly think that if, in that moment, either one of us had laughed or smiled or said something like "wow, that was sort of weird," or anything like that that the spell would have been broken. That we would have laughed sheepishly, made fun of one another, and pretended like we weren't feeling anything strange. And, likely, in a couple of days we wouldn't ever even think about it again. But that isn't what happened.
"Holly, are you ... wet?" Lisa asked, deadly serious. Her pretty eyes were looking directly into mine. It was not a joke. She wasn't going to make fun of me. I didn't feel like I had any choice but to answer honestly.
"Yes" I breathed. "Very." Lisa nodded slightly. She didn't speak another word. She lifted her left leg up off the floor, swinging it back and up over my hips. Our skin was stuck together slightly and my leg felt cool as she pulled away. For half a second, I thought that maybe I had said the wrong thing, that Lisa was going to retreat back to my bed, disgusted with me.
Instead, Lisa swung her hip all the way over and landed on her behind on the floor, right next to me. However, instead of scooting back so that she was sitting next to me against the door like me, she slipped her right arm around my back, grasping far hip gently, turning me toward her. Her head was sort of against my breast, I could feel her breath through the sheer fabric of my dress. Lisa's left hand was resting on my left thigh, she applied some slight pressure on the inside of my thigh. Instinctively, I spread my legs slightly. Her right hand began to slowly stroke the inside of my thigh, working its way higher with each stroke.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," Lisa said. She didn't look up at me when she spoke, keeping her eyes on my knees. I knew she didn't want me to tell her to stop. She didn't have to worry. I wasn't going to say a word. Instead, I just nodded slightly, held my breath and kept my eyes on Lisa's right hand.
Given my permission to keep going, Lisa moved quickly, maybe afraid I'd change my mind. Her palm began to slide its way up my thigh, feeling warm and slightly damp. After a moment, her trembling fingers moved inside the hem of my dress. My eyes grew wide, as Lisa spread my legs even wider. I felt her fingers touching my soft, sensitive skin. After a moment, heard Lisa gasp.
"You aren't wearing panties," she said in a soft voice.
"My thong was in the hamper. You wanted me to wear this tight dress ... I didn't want panty lines," I said, breathing for the first time in a while.
"Slut" Lisa said, playfully.
"How dare ... oh shit!" I groaned.
I felt it then. The pad of Lisa's soft index finger pressed against my wet slit. It felt warm, softer and gentler than it ever felt with my own finger. So much different than my own fingers. Lisa gently moved two fingers to the opening of my pussy, spinning them and coating them in my juices, lubricating. And then, suddenly, she was gone. I let out a little groan as Lisa's hand moved out from between my legs. Why had she stopped? I hadn't told her to stop.
"No, don't stop!" I gasped, just above a whisper.
"Hold on" Lisa whispered. I saw her hand move out from inside of my dress. In the low light of my room, I could see that her index and middle finger were glistening with my juices. I could smell my arousal and felt self-conscious about it. What would Lisa think about it?
I didn't have to think about it long. Without saying anything else or explaining what she was going to do, Lisa brought her index finger up towards her mouth. She breathed in deeply. I knew she could smell me. A sweet, delicate scent. Now it was Lisa's turn to groan. I felt my cheeks go red.
I saw Lisa spread her index and middle finger. I tilted my head to the side to get a better view and saw Lisa slip her index finger into her mouth. I watched her soft, pink lips press against her last knuckle and, through her lips, I could see tongue moving. I knew that she was tasting me. I heard her moan slightly.
"Oh god, Holly" she said around her finger. "I was right, you taste ... of heaven" she said. I felt my skin prickling all over as Lisa reacted to the flavor of my pussy. My nipples pressed hard against the inside of my dress, and I felt my face burning a deep, dark red.
"Lisa, I ..." I started, not even sure what I was going to say. But Lisa didn't give me a chance. In one fluid movement, Lisa's finger slipped from her mouth and rose up towards my face. My mouth, open to speak, was an easy target. Before I realized what she was doing, Lisa's pushed her wet middle finger into my mouth. Instinctively, my lips closed around her, feeling the hard warmth of her finger. I realized what she was doing.
And then the taste flooded me. Lisa was rubbing her finger against my tongue, rolling it so that my own juices deposited on it. Sweet, salty, and earthy. Divine. I closed my eyes and groaned and closed my lips tighter and sucked on Lisa's finger, sucking my own juices from her and swallowing them down. Soon, every velvety drop of it was slipping down my throat. Lisa's finger was still in my mouth, and I sucked on it lovingly.
"See" she said. "I told you it was good." She slipped her fingers out from my pursed lips. My head was swimming a little bit. I shrugged.
"Ellen and Anne might be onto something," I said dreamily.
Lisa giggled and pressed her fingertips to my lips. I closed my eyes and kissed them. My eyes opened when they moved away. Lisa moved quickly. In half a moment, her hand was back between my legs, under the hem of my dress. I spread my legs farther and let out a little moan when I felt Lisa's fingers tickle the insides of my thighs.
“Holly" Lisa said, turning her head up to look at me out of the corner of her eye, "You are soaking wet!"
"Do it, please Lisa," I said, instinctively thrusting my hips forward. My dress rode up almost to my hips.
"Do what, Holly?" Lisa asked playfully, her fingers freezing in place.
"No, please don't tease me, Lisa. I really ... just please, I've never felt like this" I begged. The tone in my voice, Lisa read it instantly. This was bare need, I wasn't playing. I couldn't have explained then if someone asked me. It had all happened so quickly. It was like, Lisa had accidentally jumped over all my defenses. She had, without trying, touched some nerve that had never been touched before. Lisa bit her lower lip and I felt her head nod.
"Yeah, Holly. Of course," Lisa said softly. She pushed the hem on my dress up a little farther. I lifted up off of the floor and let her slide my dress up over my hips. My pussy was now completely exposed. Lisa's fingers quickly moved between my legs. I gasped as the tips of her fingers grazed the lips of my pussy.
"Up at the top, the..." I started. Lisa giggled and nestled her head into my side.
"Holly, I am a girl, I know where your clit is," Lisa said. And at the same instant, the tip of her index finger slid up through my slit and
then began to slowly, gently, circle my clit.
I groaned and bucked my hips. I couldn't ever remember being so sensitive. Lisa's finger was quickly wet and it coasted easily over my skin. And it was all me. My juices on her fingers. In fact, I was so wet, it felt like there was a puddle on the floor underneath of me. And my scent was stronger now, filling my nose and, seemingly, the whole room around it. I saw Lisa breathe in deeply from her nose and I knew she could sense it as well. She let out a little groan. But she continued to circle her finger around my clit. Occasionally, she would just barely graze it and sent shivers through my body.
I could hear Lisa breathing heavily, feel the heat of it on my breast, through the dress. Without thinking, I reached for the narrow strap of my dress and pulled it down my arm, below my elbow. The fabric cupping my breast fell forward against the top of Lisa's head. She felt it, pulled back slightly, allowing my breast to be exposed. My hard, pink nipple now looked Lisa in the eye.
"Suck on it" I begged. Lisa didn't say a word. Her eyes closed again, her mouth opened and took my nipple between her lips. I groaned as I felt her tongue softly press against my hard flesh. No awkward sucking or harsh teeth like some of the men I had been with. Lisa was gentle, painfully gentle. Soon, she was circling at the same speed that she circled my hardened clit. Occasionally, Lisa's finger would slip down to my slit, replenishing my juices. At the same time, she would pull her tongue back and suck gently on my nipple. I writhed on the floor the entire time, moaning loudly and arching my back into Lisa's face.
After some amount of time, Lisa changed things up. Without any warning. Her finger moved down to my slit, coating her finger in my juices and she sucked on my nipple. But when her finger moved back up to my clit, she didn't coyly circle it. She didn't just brush my clit incidentally. Without any signal, she put her entire focus on my engorged clit. The slick pad of her finger stroking it gently, but firmly. Circling it and stroking up and down. At the same time, her tongue flicked my nipple roughly.
"Fucking fuck!" I groaned as my brain was overwhelmed. I had, of course, known that I was feeling pleasure. I just hadn't realized how close I was; how expertly Lisa had been teasing me. And when my orgasm came ... it rushed all over me at once. I felt like warm water had been poured over my head and everywhere the water touched as it streaked down my body became numb. And then that numbness was replaced by an electrical vibration. I knew that I was moaning, I knew that I was writhing on the floor. I knew that I was arching my back, pressing my nipple into my best friend's mouth. I felt like someone else as the pleasure soaked over me.
Finally, the orgasm subsided. I felt my body settle back down onto the floor. I was breathing heavily. My nipples felt cool and I realized that Lisa was no longer sucking it. But my pussy was warm. I looked down and saw that Lisa was sort of cupping my pussy in her hand, her palm soaked with my juices. Lisa had sat up straighter, her eyes were wide and she was looking at me, grinning.
"Oh my God Holly, that was like ..." Lisa began. But something was happening. Usually, when I came while playing with myself, that was sort of the end of it. I would orgasm, feel satisfied, and maybe lay around for a few minutes in the afterglow. In short, I would be sated. But something was different this time. My orgasm was more powerful than any I'd ever felt before. And, while I was totally relaxed, I wasn't ... sated. Whatever strange arousal I'd felt when Lisa had straddled me was still there. No, if anything, it was stronger.
I didn't so much make a choice, as my body acted in the only way that it could.
I pounced on Lisa.
I mean that literally. I turned towards her and put my hands on her shoulders. I sort of twisted her around so that she was facing towards me. She gave a bit of a yelp as she tumbled over my legs. I pushed her backwards, gently, until she was lying on her back on my dorm room floor. I untangled our legs so that Lisa's knees were spread, and I rose up onto my knees between them I grabbed the hem of my dress with crossed arms and slipped it up over my head. I tossed it to the side, and now I towered over Lisa, naked.
"Damn, Holly ..." Lisa said, propping herself up on her elbows. Her gaze moved up and down me. “You’re gorgeous.”
I dropped down on my knees in front of Lisa, my ass up in the air and my face inches from her hips. I saw her pink panties stretched across her pussy. Lisa spread her legs wider. I could see the outline of her lips through the thin, very wet fabric. I reached forward with my hand, my knuckles rubbing against the inside of Lisa's thigh. She felt warm, but she was trembling against me. My eyes flickered up for a moment, I saw her looking at me intently, the knuckles of her index finger bit between her teeth.
I slipped my index finger into the leg hole of Lisa's panties. She softly gasped as my finger grazed her wet, warm lips. I hooked my finger around Lisa's panties, the tip of my finger poking out of the opposite leg hole. The fabric was so wet that my fingers actually squeezed Lisa’s juices from her panties as I started to pull them back. Lisa immediately sensed what I was doing, and she lifted up from the floor. I gave the panties a quick tug and they slipped down over my friend's hips. Lisa lifted her legs straight up in the air, rising on either side of me. She brought her ankles together and I was able to pull her panties up over her feet and tossed them onto my roommate's bed. Lisa's legs immediately spread again, wider than before.
Lisa's pussy was now totally exposed. Unlike my pale, pink lips and small, hard clit, Lisa's pussy lips were a deep, pretty red -- as if she used lipstick on them. They glistened with her wetness. Because her legs were spread so wide, the lips were spread apart exposing her inner pinkness. Also, unlike me, Lisa didn't have any pubic hair (I kept my bush very short, but a bikini cut). Lisa must have noticed I was looking. Her cheeks got slightly red.
I quickly dropped down lower onto the floor. I slipped my arms underneath of Lisa's knees, pressing my face towards her.
Lisa's scent was intoxicating. So very different from my own, better. I can't even describe it ... it was her essence, bold and playful and beautiful. I groaned as I breathed her scent. I felt Lisa pulsing through me. I pushed Lisa's legs open as I pressed my shoulders into the undersides of her thighs, closing the distance between us. And then I was face to face with Lisa's pussy. Lisa was totally frozen, looking down at me, not even breathing.
I closed my eyes and leaned the last few inches forward. I groaned as my mouth pressed against Lisa's soft, smooth lips. Her skin almost felt hot to the touch and was unbelievably slick and wet. I breathed in deeply. Lisa's essence was stronger now. I moved my head back and forth slightly, letting Lisa's slick wetness coat my lips.
My nose rubbed Lisa's hard, smooth clit and I felt Lisa's pussy quivering. She moaned loudly and her hand rested on the top of my head. I smiled and moved my lips back to the center of Lisa's slit. I couldn't wait any longer to taste her. I pressed my tongue into Lisa’s pussy and could feel her juices ooze from her. Lisa’s juices coated my tongue, sweet and salty and pungent.
"Don't stop Holly, please don't stop," Lisa said, pressing her hand more firmly on the back of my head. I had no intention of stopping. I needed more. I dropped my body lower, my hard nipples now pressing into the cold linoleum. I dragged my tongue up and down her slit, teasing her clit. I made my tongue rigid and pressed it inside of Lisa's pussy, then extracted it. I began to slowly let my tongue enter her and then remove it, repeating the movement, fucking her with my tongue.
I could feel Lisa's legs trembling around me, I could hear her moaning. Her hand squeezed the top of my head, her fingers sank into my hair. I looked up at her and could see the curved undersides of Lisa's breasts. At some point, she had slipped off her shirt and bra, her hard red nipples sat high on her breasts. Between her breasts, I could see Lisa's face looking down at me, biting her lip, her eyes wide.
"Please, no more teasing. Just do me" Lisa begged. I hadn't even realized I was teasing Lisa, and I hoped I wasn't driving her too crazy. I quickly moved my lips up to the hard and began sucking and massaging Lisa's clit with my tongue. Her clit was larger than mine and had poked from under her hood. It felt hard and warm between my lips. Lisa's body stopped quivering, and I felt her going rigid. Her fingers dug into my scalp hard enough that it hurt. And, while her thighs pressed around my head I could hear her moaning.
"Oh my God!" Lisa groaned and I realized how badly I had been teasing her. She was coming! Lisa's hips bucked and her legs opened and closed around my head. I could just make out her hands grasping at her own breasts and pulling her nipples. I continued to swirl my tongue around her, to stroke her clit with my tongue. After a few minutes, Lisa's body stopped moving. Every muscle in her body tensed at once, her fingers and legs making it feel like my head was going to explode. I could hear a low grunt from the back of her throat. Finally, a long, slow breath let out from the bottom of her lungs. And then all of Lisa's muscles slackened. And she collapsed onto her back on the floor, panting.
I lifted my head up slightly, my face glistening with Lisa's juices. I looked at my friend, naked on the floor with her legs still spread around me. Her breasts lay flat against her chest, her nipples hard. Her hair was sort of messy across her face, a satisfied smile on her face.
"My god, you are beautiful," I said, not even realizing I was saying it. Lisa giggled.
"You're a lesbian sex goddess," she said and now I laughed. But I blushed as well. It didn't feel, entirely, like she was joking. Her eyes were moving over me as well.
Lisa ran her fingers down from her breasts, between her legs, and ran her fingers through her slit. She brought her fingers to her lips and groaned, closing her eyes as she tasted her juices. I felt my arousal reignite inside of me. I didn't want to be done yet. I slid forward, as gracefully as I could, on top of Lisa. I felt our breasts and stomachs press together; my face lined up with hers. Lisa sighed and wrapped her legs around my waist.
"I..." Lisa started, but I didn't let her speak. Instead, I leaned forward and pressed my lips into Lisa's. Surprised, she just let my lips press into her. But then her mouth spread into a smile, and her lips parted. Her tongue met mine and I knew she was tasting her juices on my mouth. We kissed for a long time, our bodies sort of melting together. I reveled in the soft feeling of Lisa's body underneath of mine. But, more, I could feel the heat of her pussy against my body. I knew that I was still aroused. She was too. I broke the kiss. Lisa was thinking, something, along the same lines as me.
"God, in my bag" she said, shaking her head side to side, "I need to get someone inside of me now to finish me off! There’s a dildo" she started. The last thing I wanted was something big inside of me. But I wanted to please my friend.
Without a word, I put my hands on either side of Lisa's head and pushed myself up. Lisa's legs easily slipped off of my waist and then
I was standing in my room, the air suddenly cold without Lisa's body to warm me.
"What's wrong," she said. But I had already seen it. I stepped over Lisa's leg and reached into her bag. I turned around and held it out towards Lisa.
It’s so big ..." I hinted. The phallus was so realistic – a ten-inch cock with thick veins molded along the side, creating simulating ridges. “Oh my …”
"What a monster" I said, raising my eyebrows.
"Oh god, yes! Get over here!" Lisa said, waving her hands at me in an inviting motion. I moved across the room and dropped down onto my knees on the floor next to Lisa's shoulder. She was still laying on her back with her legs spread. I quickly leaned over, propping myself up on one hand while my other hand grasped the base of the phallus.
"Is that thing cold?" Lisa said, looking at the dildo. I shook my head.
She propped herself on her elbows again and her lips were even with her dildo. She leaned forward, opened her mouth and her head moved forward. Looking back at her, I could see the tip of the phallus disappear between her lips. She pushed quickly and evenly, more and more of the trophy entering her mouth. I could see her tongue bouncing off of her cheeks as she coated it in her saliva. I can't say that I found it particularly erotic, but I was impressed by Lisa's skill. In a matter of seconds, most of my “cock” was buried into her throat. Lisa's eyes were watering, and she pulled away. “It's ready," she gasped.
I moved the phallus away from Lisa's face and then bent back down over her hip. I maneuvered around until the glistening tip was facing towards Lisa's pussy. She was still very wet and I breathed in her aroma again, so happy to be close to her again. Her lips were split open and Lisa was actually bucking her hips towards me. I took the top of my “cock” and rubbed it gently up the length of Lisa's slit. She gasped as I grazed her clitoris, so I circled around it. I pulled back slightly, and a thin line of her pussy juices connecting Lisa to the dildo.
"Oh Holly, come on, fuck me!" Lisa begged. At the same time, Lisa started to sort of roll towards me. She kept her legs apart, but one of her hips turned until it was flat on the ground. At the same time, Lisa used her hands to sort of push me over on my side. She didn't have to push hard, I tumbled over so that I was also laying on my side on the floor. Lisa grabbed my top leg, lifting it and spreading me open as well. Now we were mirroring each other: my head towards her feet and vice-versa.
Lisa wasn't in the mood to wait, as soon as she had me in position, her head pushed between my legs. Her breasts pressed against my stomach. Her hair tickled my thighs in a wonderful sort of way, but before I even had a chance to laugh, I felt Lisa's tongue on my clit. She was completely merciless. No teasing. She knew I was already there. She wrapped her lips around my clit and flicked it, circled it, and stroked it with her tongue.
"Oh my God!" I groaned, my head reeling. My eyes sort of crossed and I know that my legs clamped down on Lisa's head. I almost forgot where I was. The only thing I knew for sure was that Lisa was giving me such excruciating pleasure and I needed to reciprocate. Haltingly, confusedly, I looked down at the dildo; it was still pressed against Lisa's clit. I slipped it down slightly, pressing as I did so. The tip of the phallus slipped easily inside of Lisa's wet pussy. Actually, more than the tip. I was pushing harder than I thought and several inches entered my friend.
I heard Lisa gasp around my clit, but her tongue stopped working. I pushed the dildo further into Lisa's pussy, moving firmly but not roughly. I was surprised by how her pussy lips parted and deeply I was able to get it inside her. And then I could feel her tightening around it. Her legs trembled as her body started to resist slightly. I pulled back, watching in awe as it exited her pretty, red pussy lips. I twisted it as I pulled it out. And then pressed it immediately back inside of her. At the same time, I coated the thumb of my other hand with saliva and placed the pad of my thumb on Lisa's clit, rubbing it gently while I started to pull the faux penis back out of her pussy.
The whole while, Lisa had resumed sucking and stroking my own clit. I had been so focused on making sure that I was attending to Lisa's needs, that I hadn't really noticed it sneaking up on me. But around the third time that I thrust the dildo into Lisa's pussy, my orgasm hit. There was no buildup, no preparation – just an explosion. One moment, I was focused on fucking Lisa with her dildo. And the next, my pussy was contracting hard and my hips were thrusting towards Lisa's face. I could hear noises burbling in my throat: I was shaking and trembling all over. The sensation was a sudden intensity. Like my first orgasm, but maybe more so, because I could feel Lisa's body against me.
It was all I could do to keep moving the phallus in and out of Lisa, keep circling my thumb on her clitoris. And she kept her lips and her tongue on my clit. I wiggled, the sensation growing too intense for comfort. But she held me close, kept working me over me as a second orgasm crashed around me; one I didn't even know was possible. And then my mind was blank.
I realized where I was again as I felt Lisa's hand on my wrist. Her head was no longer between my legs. She had sort of sat up higher on her side, and she gently stopped me from thrusting the dildo into her pussy. Dazed, I slowly game to a stop, and realized what I was doing.
"Oh Lisa, I am so sorry, was I hurting you?" I asked, pulling the thing out of her and letting it drop to the floor. I sat up quickly and Lisa did the same. We were now facing each other on the sweaty linoleum floor. The fear I had that I might have hurt her evaporated as I saw her smiling.
"No, it was great!" she said, "I just...it was too much! I came...a lot." she said.
"I didn't even know you COULD come more than once! But that was..."
"So you did too?"
"Yes! It was incredible!" and then, we were babbling over one another, describing the sensations we'd felt and thanking each other.
Slowly, we became quiet as the afterglow of our orgasms faded. And then we were just sitting in my dorm room, the smell of pussy in the air, a wet dildo dripping onto the floor. We were looking at each other, not exactly sure what had happened or how we'd gotten there.
* * * * *
Twenty years later, standing in Lisa's basement, I saw that my friend was looking at me with the same look of sheepish confusion. She was remembering all of the things that I was.
"That night, and the next two months after that...that was the best relationship I ever had," I explained. Truthfully.
"I realized that I didn't love my ex-husband. And I realized that the only person I have ever made love to that I really loved was you..." I trailed off.
"And I loved you too Holly. I love you right now. But I need you to know. I am happy to invite you into my home and my life for as long as you need. But this is my home. This is my life," Lisa explained.
"Yes, yeah. You're right, I should leave," I said, suddenly feeling too embarrassed to stay.
"I want you here. Nothing changes that. Don't think I am angry or upset with you, Holly. I am just...well, you know." There wasn't anything left to say.
"I am sorry," I started.
"No more apologies," Lisa said, pushing me back and smiling at me, "Just get some rest." And Lisa hugged me again.
I was happy Lisa was still my friend.
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