The Sleepover
I hadn't wanted to go to the sleepover.
It had all been Vicki's idea, and really - when I think about it - everything that happened afterwards was her fault. The idea of sitting around in sleeping bags, gossiping with her new college friends was totally unbearable to me. But Vicki's my best friend. How could I refuse?
We hadn't seen much of each other since we left to different colleges after graduation. I went off to a state school and Vicki, ever the over-achiever, went off to private school in New England. Her new friends came from wealthy, well-connected families. Something alien to me.. This fact seemed to elude Vicki, who laughed at all their jokes, and suddenly held all of the same interests, and even began dressing just like them.
Me, I hadn't changed much since high school. Still the loner with her nose buried in a book most days. No real clue what I was going to do after college; I was still undeclared going into the spring semester. That didn't bother me much. I was sure I would become interested in something before long, and I was in no rush to meet it. I was - still am - fairly average looking, with no real distinguishing features. I sort of disappeared in a crowd, and I guess that's how I like it.
Spring break meant returning home, and home was a seaside town on the Gulf. Vicki had convinced her friends to come down with her for spring break, much to my dismay. There were already enough sex-starved college students on the prowl in our hometown during the break, why did she have to invite more? The truth was, I was a little jealous. I hadn't made many new friends in college, and I had been hoping to spend a quiet week with my family and Vicki. Like how things were in high school.
But Vicki banished any of thought of that the moment I saw her. We had bonded in high school over our mutual shyness, disguised as a cynical distrust of society. I had kept my side of that partnership. But the Vicki I had once known had since evaporated.
"Elaine!" she screamed when I answered the door, in a high voice that I didn't recognize. She hugged me while jumping up and down in excitement - I was too bewildered to return it. Were those highlights in her hair? Since when did she was such tiny, tight shorts and colorful revealing tops?
If she had noticed my complete lack of enthusiasm, she seemed intent on ignoring it. In my dining room, she mostly rambled on about how beautiful New England was compared to our grimy seaside town, how lovely the school was, her new romantic flings ("But nothing too serious, you know? I'm keeping my mind on my studies.") and on and on. I mostly stared at her and wondered where my best friend had gone.
As she got up to leave, she sprung the sleepover idea on me. I almost immediately said no, as a reflex and on general principle, but there was something in her eyes as she asked me that made me pause.
It was fear. Not like, life or death fear; It was more like pleading, I guess. It occurred to me that despite her self-described love for her new friends, she seemed terrified of making a bad impression. She wanted someone familiar there.
So, I said, how could I say no?
Of course, I'd been to Vicki's house before, and of course I'd met her older sister Valerie before, (her mother insisted that all their kids' names to start with the same letter as hers: Vanessa.). I had never really talked to Val in all the years that I'd known her. She was a little older than me, 23 (I was 19), and she seemed... well, aloof. She was lean and athletic, with hard eyes that made her seem really butch, except for her really long black hair that I always thought was beautiful and feminine. She always excelled in sports and attended a California college on a track scholarship. For all the time she spent outside, her skin was nicely tanned.
She had never shown much interest in myself or Vicki for that matter, always off doing something else whenever we arrived. And when we all showed up for the sleepover, she seemed no different. She was in a tank top and baggy sweatpants, and only nodded at us as we filed in. She grabbed something from the kitchen and was gone after a few quick introductions.
I totally thought it was my imagination when her eyes seemed to linger on mine as she walked out.
I wasn’t not a lesbian. I wasn’t totally averse to having sex with another girl but I definitely liked guys. I'll admit, I had no idea I was bisexual before this experience, but I didn't do the full conversion at the time. But, I will admit, I came pretty close, and for days, all I could think about was women. And Val in particular
Vicki's friends were all gorgeous and well-dressed with names like Lori and Felicity and Tiffany. I said very little to any of them. Not because I'm rude; very little of the conversation was directed towards me. It seemed that Vicki's fears were unfounded, her sleepover was going wonderfully, and I was an unneeded accessory.
We all threw down our sleeping bags in Vicki's spacious living room and settled in to watch a movie. I had thrown my sleeping bag in the back of the room, behind everyone else, so I could scroll through my phone without disturbing anyone. They had decided to watch a horror movie. I heard that it was great. Despite the fact that I was present for the whole movie, I didn't see much of it. Vicki's parents weren't home, so the volume was blasted very loud.
About half an hour in, all hell breaks loose in the movie with a bunch of screaming and glass shattering. That's when I felt it.
I was lying on my stomach on my sleeping bag when I felt a warm body slither up my backside. I was about yell out, startled – I thought it was Vicki's younger brother, Victor - but a finger went to my lips. I half turned, and saw it was Val, casually lying on top of me, facing the TV screen.
I didn't know what to do. She had done it casually, so confidently, it made me doubt my initial reaction. She watched the movie for a moment, then looked at me - still awkwardly half-turned to look at her - her face inches from mine.
"How's the movie?" she asked.
"Um..." It took me a full ten seconds to realize what she had said. That doesn't sound like a long time but wait ten seconds the next time someone asks you a question and see how long it is. "It's cool."
"Mm." She went back to watching the movie, lying on me like it was the most natural thing in the world. I slowly turned back to the movie myself - I wasn't totally uncomfortable, obviously, I wasn't about to call for help. I was just totally surprised by this, and unsure what it meant. I had heard rumors that Val was a lesbian, of course. But I never really paid any attention to them. And even if she was gay, that didn't mean she was into me, right?
When I turned back to the movie, she took it as an invitation to wrap her arms around mine and nestle her chin in between my neck and shoulder. Ok, it's very hard to misread that. It felt good, comforting even. And definitely erotic. Val was 5'11 to my 5'3, so her body totally encompassed mine.
I was pretty sexually inexperienced. I had only kissed two boys, and had been terrified to go pass fingering in the backseat of a car. The boys were nice, respectful of my space, and just as inexperienced as I was. I guess I needed someone to take charge, otherwise my shyness and nervousness paralyzed me.
Val's hands started to creep away from my arms and slide along my sides to the hem of my baggy t-shirt. A sharp intake of breath as her fingers slipped under my shirt and touched my hips.
"You ok?" she whispered.
I didn't trust myself to speak. I nodded. I was ok. I was very ok with this, which stunned me. I had had flashes of lesbian thoughts every now and then, but I had never ever considered acting on it, or that it really meant anything. Of course, I had always thought of Val as gorgeous, but up until this very moment I had always figured that was strictly in a plutonic way.
"Good," she murmured, and her fingers tickled their way up my midriff, past my ribs, and up to the underside of my bra.
I softly gasped ... She wasn't going to --
She did. Her fingers pressed up against my bra, gripping the underside of it and slid it up over my small breasts. I gasped loudly, which luckily coincided with someone getting killed in the movie so no one heard. My breasts swung free. I could feel my nipples begin to harden .
Small and sensitive.
Val was kissing my neck now, working her way up from the nook of my shoulder up to my earlobe, while her hands softly gripped the underside of my breasts. My nipples continued to stiffen, even though she hadn't touched them, just from the anticipation her touching them. She didn't seem in any hurry though. Just softly caressing my breasts while breathing into my neck. She wasn't rough like the boys had been, she was extremely patient. Working up my arousal.
She was squeezing my breasts, gently, massaging them It was as if she knew how much I wanted to her to go after my nipples, so she stayed away from them. I realized her breathing had quickened and she was pressing herself against my butt. Not humping, but grinding. I liked it. I liked her thrusting against me.
Val was working me over on all fronts; nibbling at my neck, massaging my breasts, steadily grinding her clit against my backside.
I was breathing hard now. I looked over at the other girls, remembering their presence. They were talking and laughing with one another, yelping at certain scares in the movie. They didn't seem to notice what was going on just a few feet behind them. When I had first laid down, they seemed so far away. Now I seemed ridiculously close to them. This had to stop.
And I was just about to say so when Val's fingers flicked both my stiff nipples at the same time. I almost moaned out loud; my nipples are ridiculously sensitive. I wonder if it's because they're pretty thick, brown nipples. Or maybe it's because I play with them all the time, that they're always primed for action. I worked them hard by myself, pinching and rolling them for half an hour, teasing myself relentlessly before allowing myself to come.
I tried to stay the course. I turned to Val, which was hard because she was sucking my earlobe.
"We should stop," I half-whispered, half-moaned.
She responded by gripping my breasts harder, enveloping them in her hands, then pinching my nipples, pulling them out. Getting rough with them just the way I love it. I bit my lip to stop from yelling out.
"You want me to stop? Really?" She breathed in my ear. "I can walk away."
"No," I whispered quickly, hating how horny I sounded. The way she was working me, it was tough to say anything normally. "I mean, can't we go to your room?"
She was rolling my nipples, dragging her fingers up and down across the stiff tips. I was beyond turned on. My panties were soaked clean through. It usually took me much longer to get this worked up by myself, but she was doing it so easily. And I had to admit, most of it was because of the brazen way she was doing it.
"No," she said quietly. "Victor's in my room studying. It's here or nothing."
I was about to argue further - maybe the bathroom? - when she pinched my nipples hard, twisting them, then flicking them gently, making them stand at attention. I forgot my argument, eyes closed with pleasure, and just reached behind me and put my hand through her beautiful black hair.
She kissed me then, taking one hand out from under my shirt, to grab me by the neck forcing me closer to her face. Her tongue wrestled with mine. I had never made out with anyone like this. It was a sloppy, intimate kiss, her other hand still working my poor nipple, driving me crazy.
"Oh my god!" yelled one of the girl's loudly. We broke our kiss, and my heart dropped like a stone.
But no one was looking at us. On screen, someone was getting hacked to death with a machete. I breathed easier - but only for a second. Val's hands went right back under my shirt.
This was just unfair, how did she know how sensitive my nipples were? Just dumb luck? She bit my neck hard, and kept the same tempo of roughly working my nipples, pinching them so they stayed stiff, flicking them up and down relentlessly. She seemed to love feeling me squirm beneath her, struggling to keep my voice down. Sweat was forming on my forehead, I was breathing out deeply from my nose. It was the sweetest torture I'd ever had.
I wondered how we looked. Probably like a lion draped over its prey, holding it down with nowhere to go.
"Lift your butt up."
"What?" I gasped out.
One of her hands left my shirt again, grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. Fuck, I liked that. I really liked that. Have I been submissive my whole life and not known?
Val repeated herself, her voice dangerously louder than before. "Lift. Your. Butt. Up. Now."
"Ok, ok!"
I lifted my ass up into her midriff, totally unsure of what she was about to do.
"Good girl," she said. Her hand left my hair and unbuttoned my jeans. When she was able her hand sank inside the waistband of my pants. Her fingers glided over my soaked panties. "You're so wet!" she said with a giggle, like I was a toy she was playing with. And she was right, these panties were ruined. I could almost picture the massive wet spot I'd created - or I suppose, Val had created.
"You must really like getting your nipples tugged. And right among all your friends, too."
She was stroking my pussy lips through the fabric of my panties while she spoke, gently at first, just priming me up. I was going crazy. I loved her dirty talk, I loved how she was playing with me, but I was terrified that at any second one of the girls would turn around and expose us.
"You want them to catch us, don't you? That's why you're breathing so hard, isn't it? You want them to join in? Look at all those cute asses."
It's true. From where we were, we had a great view of all the other girls' butts. They were all laying down like me, on their stomachs.
I'd never noticed how sexy they looked before, and suddenly had a deep appreciation for their tight shorts.
"You're so wet for me. I think I'm just going to drive you crazy for the whole movie. How does that sound?" She spoke directly into my ear, tickling me.
She pressed two fingers against my clit suddenly, through the sodden fabric of my panties, rubbing it in a circle. I couldn't help it anymore. I moaned out loud.
"Oh come on, Elaine, it's not that scary" Vicki said without turning around.
Val's other hand left my breast and clamped over my mouth. Her other hand roughly pulled my panties aside. For a brief second, I panicked. I didn't shave down there - what if that grossed her out? Some guys didn't like it.
It quickly became apparent that this was no concern whatsoever to Val, who sank two fingers into my pussy like a knife through butter. She pressed her pelvis into my backside again, forcing my clit into her palm, and from here she began to really work on me.
Her hand clasped tight over my mouth as I hyperventilated through her fingers. She pressed her fingers in my pussy against my g-spot and began grinding against me. Hard. I was leaking all over her fingers... her hand... oh god, it had to be sliding down her arm at this point.
Her fingers worked in and out of my wet pussy, teasing my g-spot, forcing an orgasm out of me. I was squirming like crazy now, not to get away, but because the sensation was driving me wild. It didn't matter anyway, Val's dominant position over me held me still.
"Look at you, getting all worked up. You trying to get away from me?" She has this teasing voice, totally feminine in contrast to just how toned and tough the rest of her body is. Suddenly, her fingers over my mouth worked themselves in between my lips. I began sucking her fingers, eagerly, instinctively.
"You little slut." She pulled her fingers out of my pussy and began to work on my clit, rolling it in between her fingers. "I can tell you're close."
She was right. I was really close to having an eye-rolling, ripping the carpet right off the floor, orgasm. My first lesbian experience didn't even allow me the chance to rationalize it as experimenting. She just took me and I loved it.
Val’s fingers began to suddenly slow, just as I was about to tip over the edge. I tried to look at her pleadingly, tried force my aching clit against her fingers. I was about to beg.
The hand working my pussy left entirely. Before I could protest, those fingers quickly replaced the ones already in my mouth, forcing me to taste my own juices. The other hand, wet with my saliva went right back to teasing my clit. I didn't balk at tasting myself, I did it all the time. But the fact that she was making me taste myself, whether I liked it or not, that turned me on even more.
"Good girl, taste your wet pussy." She was flicking my clit while she teased me, her fingers, coated in my juices, fucking my mouth.
"You want to come for me?"
I nodded, gasping through her fingers. I was hers. I would do anything she asked me right now.
"You going to come all over my fingers?"
Yes, yes, please! I wanted to scream. I think I nodded, but I don't think she was really waiting for an answer.
She worked her fingers into a quick tempo. "Do it, Elaine. Come all over my fingers."
It didn't take long before it hit. My eyes literally rolled back into my head, swear on my life. I let out a guttural moan which I wasn't sure her muffling could contain. I didn't care if the whole house heard me. I writhed, my fingers clenching the carpet as the orgasm tore through me.
Val held me through my orgasm like a rider breaking down a horse. I was grunting like an animal. There was nowhere I could go. And she just wouldn't stop. Another orgasm just shattered straight through me, right after the last one, and I could literally see flashes before my eyes. She was merciless, still working my clit even through the second one, thrusting herself into me, grinding into me, making me meet her fingers again and again. I came again, and somewhere in my mind I resolved to marry this woman.
I was shaking all over when her fingers left my pussy. Her fingers left my mouth, and I collapsed to the floor. I felt her body leave mine, and I wondered dimly if it was all over. My lust was totally sated, in a way I had never before thought possible.
But Val wasn't done. Two hands gripped the waistband of my pants and yanked them down in one fluid motion. I almost spun around - Val caught the back of my head and forced it into the pillow of the sleeping bag.
"Don't move" she whispered. "I'm not done with you."
I kept my face in my pillow, now totally unable to see if any of the girls were looking back or not. Val gripped a cheek of my bare ass and squeezed it.
"Lift it up."
This time, no back talk. I lifted my ass up high into the air, my face still buried in my pillow. This was humiliating. This was insanely risky. This was the best decision I'd ever made in my whole life.
I felt Val move behind me. Two strong hands gripped my ass cheeks and spread them wide open. My mouth dropped. I had never been exposed like this to anybody. Instantly, I felt my pussy get wet again. I felt like a whore. I never thought I would like that feeling. It got me even wetter to know she was staring right at my sloppy, freshly fucked pussy. Spreading it open like she owned it.
And all at once, Val's tongue raked up my pussy, starting from my clit and then burying deep inside me. Her strong hands keeping me spread open for her. My pussy was already so sensitive. I smothered my moans with the pillow, dragging my face across it to keep the sweat out of my eyes.
Good lord, Vicki would get quite a shock if she turned around right now, wouldn't she? Seeing her best friend bent over, getting eaten out by her older sister like there's no one else in the room.
Val ran her tongue in long wide licks up and down my pussy, lapping up my juices which was coming out thick and fast. In spite of her best efforts, I could literally feel my come oozing down my thighs. I had never given or received oral. I always wondered if pussy tasted bad, so I was afraid to ask.
Today, I've been eaten out a few times after Val, but never as good as that night. Maybe it was more the setting and the manner that drove me crazy than the technique, but nothing and no one has ever topped Val licking me from behind with my ass high in the air and my face in the pillow, clutching it for dear life.
She licked me slowly, in no hurry at all, despite my growing panic that the movie was coming to an end. She sucked and tugged on my clit, pulling it out and then rolling it over her tongue. I was about to come again, but she kept teasing me, those firm hands holding me in place again. Then she gripped my clit in her mouth like a suction cup. I was literally dripping all over the place.
One of my hands went under my shirt to my hanging boobs. I attacked that nipple, pinching it and flicking it like Val had done earlier, trying to get on the path to orgasm.
Val refocused on my clit, long licks up and down, increasing in tempo like she did with her fingers. It was almost good enough to make me come. Then she dragged her tongue upwards and sank inside me again, and let her fingers diddle my clit. Her tongue licked around inside me. Just slow and deliberate, like she just liked the taste of me. It was a passionate French kiss on my pussy, with no concern for anything or anyone else in the room. She was tonguing my pussy so passionately; I could feel my juices leaking all over her face.
That made me explode. This orgasm was even more destructive than the last. I had to cover my own mouth to stop from screaming.
Thank God for that tiny pillow. I tried to move my sensitive pussy away from her exploring tongue.
Once again, Val kept me firmly in place as my orgasm racked through my body, her nails digging into my ass. I shuddered at the feeling.
Surely that was it, right? She had done everything to me. The movie had to be approaching the end credits. I could barely keep my ass in the air anymore, my legs were so weak.
Wrong. One hand kept me spread open, and Val whispered “Now I’m really going to fuck you.”
I could feel Val getting onto her knees and after a couple minutes I felt something pressing against my pussy. I realized that she had slid her sweat pants down and was going to do me with a strapon.
Val lined her dildo up with my slit and began to enter me. An inch at a time. She laid back on top of me again. “Do you want me inside you?”
“Oh god, yes.”
With that Val thrust her “cock” deep inside me. She completely filled my hot wet pussy. And then she began to fuck me. Not hard, but gently and slowly, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting deep inside me. She pulled my shirt up and off me. I was now basically naked in the room with these girls moaning into my sleeping bag as Val continued to fuck me.
“Is it good?” she whispered.
But I couldn't answer her question; words wouldn’t come. All I could do was keep my ass up and get fucked like a complete slut in the living room of my best friend's house. And come. Again. And again. And again.
Val seemed to have her own idea of how many orgasms I should have. I just drooled over my pillow and took it, letting her fuck me senseless. I still couldn't get away from her. I grunted into my pillow as she hammered my pussy. I was so wet that I could feel her fucking my juices out of me. I could feel it dripping down my leg. I wanted her to smack my ass hard while she fucked me, sleepover be damned.
And then it was over. After she worked me over the edge for what I think was my fourth orgasm (just from her fingers, six overall), she smacked my pussy -- not loud enough to alert anyone -- and just walked away.
Seriously. This bitch just got up and walked off, leaving me there with my ass up for half a minute, panting into my pillow like a dog. I looked up in time to see her walk into the kitchen. I hastily pulled my pants back up, feeling my cheeks go hot and red from shame.
"Hey, anybody want a soda?" Val called out from the kitchen.
Vicki looked around at everyone, including me, lying face down on my sleeping bag still trying to get my breath back.
"No, we're fine. And I think Ash fell asleep."
That night, I lay totally awake in my sleeping bag staring at the darkness above me. Had that even happened? My sore pussy said it absolutely did happen, but my mind just couldn't process the experience. Was I no longer a virgin? Did that count? Would Val come back tonight? Did I want her to, given how quiet the room was? Should I go to her?
Questions tumbled around my head, making me dizzy. My eyelids began to droop. I guess all of this would have to wait until morning...
That familiar warmth and weight. Val pressed herself on top of me, this time facing me. She was so quiet. She found my mouth in the dark, kissing me deeply. Her long black hair fell over my face like a curtain. It smelled wonderful - no idea why I remember that so clearly, but I do. I tried to return the kiss, but my heart was racing. The only sounds in the room were the soft snores of the rest of the girls.
This girl is crazy, I thought. I tried put my hands on her shoulders, get a little control of the situation. Still kissing me fiercely, she grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them to the ground. She worked her way into my neck.
"Have you been lying awake, thinking about me?" she breathed into my ear.
I tried to keep my breathing low and steady. I nodded, too scared to speak.
"I've been thinking about you too. I've been playing with myself all night, thinking about how much I enjoyed making love to you."
Oh god, she was so erotic. I loved it. Dirty talk is a million times better when it's whispered into your ear.
"I went and made myself really wet and sloppy down there. But I didn't come. That's your job."
My eyes shot open. She didn't mean -
Val maneuvered herself so that her shins pinned down my hands. I could smell how aroused she was. Val crawled over to my sleeping bag, naked from the waist down, wearing only a thin tank top with no bra. Her stiff nipples poked out proudly from the thin fabric.
She looked down at me, brushing my hair out of my eyes with a surprising gentleness. I could see her flat stomach under her flimsy tank top. She was just gorgeous. Then she moved up further so all I could see was the task ahead of me.
Her pussy had a trimmed curly black bush. Thin lips with a thick protruding clit that was already begging for attention. I could see how wet she was; strands of her juices dribbled from her pussy. Those thick, muscular thighs. Any qualms I had about what I was about to do evaporated. She wanted me to take her. And I was going to let it happen.
All at once she slowly dropped down until her wet pussy met my mouth.
Clearly, I was totally out of my depth. But damned if I wasn't going to try. I stuck my tongue out and met her wetness eagerly. There was no bad taste, and that was my only concern. Val began to gently ride my mouth.
I struggled to keep up with her rhythmic thrusts, no longer caring if anyone heard. I just wanted her to come in my mouth, return the favor after she had made love to me before. I had never wanted anything so badly in my life.
Her juices dripped into my mouth, smeared on my face. I didn't care, I just found her clit and played with it like she had played with mine. She didn't seem interested in letting me dictate the tempo though.
She ground herself into my mouth, one hand teased a nipple through the fabric of her tank top. She liked to be rough with her own nipple too, twisting and pulling it as I worked her pussy.
Then she pulled away from me and her hand went to her clit and rubbed it furiously, still kneeling just above my face. She moaned loudly while she played with her clit and her nipple for a moment. Then she dropped herself back onto me.
Grinding that wet pussy all over my face. Letting me suck that clit for a while. Then she lifted up again and fingered herself. Then back down, each time her juices getting thicker and more overwhelming. My face and hair turning into a mess. Swallowing the sweet liquid whenever she let me explore her pussy. She was a massive turn on, and I had slipped two fingers in my sore pussy, working them in and out.
She was getting louder now, there was no denying it.
My face was a mess of juices. I was rubbing my clit vigorously with one hand, my other on her perfect ass as she rode my face. I was going to come.
She gasped loudly again, then had a sharp intake of breath. Her fingernails practically tore into my scalp as she humped my tongue, bouncing her clit off it over and over and brought herself to a ferocious, shuddering orgasm. And with that came more juices, leaking out of her pussy and into my eager mouth. She held me in place until she stopped shaking. I kept licking until she pushed my head away.
She leaned back on her haunches for a second, getting her breath. Then, as casually as she had shown up, she slid off me, dragging her wet pussy across my face as she went, smearing me with her come for the last time. After a few seconds lying on my back with her come all over my face, I heard her door shut softly.
Not checking to see if anyone was awake, I quickly rolled onto my stomach and humped my fingers until I came to another eye-rolling orgasm. Even though Val wasn't directly involved, I'll still give it to her.
All I thought about was what she had just done to me.
If anyone had noticed what Val and I had done, no one said anything. Vicki's friends were noticeably quieter when we had breakfast that morning, and none of them looked at me. To this day, I have no idea if they saw what Val and I did, and I don't really care. I suspect they definitely heard what happened, since Val made no attempt hide her orgasm. I sat at that table with Val's come dried all over my hair and face and ate my cereal like I didn't have care in the world.
After breakfast, we all said bye. High school was over. It was a time for reinvention, not clinging to old ideas. I was definitely going to come out of my shell more. I had never really considered girls before, but Val had just opened up my world to some exciting new possibilities.
Val didn't say anything to me as we left. That was also probably for the best, because I had no idea what I would say to her after our surprising evening. But when I got home, I found a piece of paper in my backpack.
It had Val's number and scrawled under that was a note: Call me.
Val made sure that we saw each other whenever we were home, and we would see each other a lot over the next few years, with her pushing my buttons every time I came into town. We made love whenever we felt like it. I always loved that. Even when our relationship petered out, her memory loomed large in my life.
To this day, I love to be taken from behind with a hand covering my mouth. But I have to say, it always pales in comparison to that night.
It had all been Vicki's idea, and really - when I think about it - everything that happened afterwards was her fault. The idea of sitting around in sleeping bags, gossiping with her new college friends was totally unbearable to me. But Vicki's my best friend. How could I refuse?
We hadn't seen much of each other since we left to different colleges after graduation. I went off to a state school and Vicki, ever the over-achiever, went off to private school in New England. Her new friends came from wealthy, well-connected families. Something alien to me.. This fact seemed to elude Vicki, who laughed at all their jokes, and suddenly held all of the same interests, and even began dressing just like them.
Me, I hadn't changed much since high school. Still the loner with her nose buried in a book most days. No real clue what I was going to do after college; I was still undeclared going into the spring semester. That didn't bother me much. I was sure I would become interested in something before long, and I was in no rush to meet it. I was - still am - fairly average looking, with no real distinguishing features. I sort of disappeared in a crowd, and I guess that's how I like it.
Spring break meant returning home, and home was a seaside town on the Gulf. Vicki had convinced her friends to come down with her for spring break, much to my dismay. There were already enough sex-starved college students on the prowl in our hometown during the break, why did she have to invite more? The truth was, I was a little jealous. I hadn't made many new friends in college, and I had been hoping to spend a quiet week with my family and Vicki. Like how things were in high school.
But Vicki banished any of thought of that the moment I saw her. We had bonded in high school over our mutual shyness, disguised as a cynical distrust of society. I had kept my side of that partnership. But the Vicki I had once known had since evaporated.
"Elaine!" she screamed when I answered the door, in a high voice that I didn't recognize. She hugged me while jumping up and down in excitement - I was too bewildered to return it. Were those highlights in her hair? Since when did she was such tiny, tight shorts and colorful revealing tops?
If she had noticed my complete lack of enthusiasm, she seemed intent on ignoring it. In my dining room, she mostly rambled on about how beautiful New England was compared to our grimy seaside town, how lovely the school was, her new romantic flings ("But nothing too serious, you know? I'm keeping my mind on my studies.") and on and on. I mostly stared at her and wondered where my best friend had gone.
As she got up to leave, she sprung the sleepover idea on me. I almost immediately said no, as a reflex and on general principle, but there was something in her eyes as she asked me that made me pause.
It was fear. Not like, life or death fear; It was more like pleading, I guess. It occurred to me that despite her self-described love for her new friends, she seemed terrified of making a bad impression. She wanted someone familiar there.
So, I said, how could I say no?
Of course, I'd been to Vicki's house before, and of course I'd met her older sister Valerie before, (her mother insisted that all their kids' names to start with the same letter as hers: Vanessa.). I had never really talked to Val in all the years that I'd known her. She was a little older than me, 23 (I was 19), and she seemed... well, aloof. She was lean and athletic, with hard eyes that made her seem really butch, except for her really long black hair that I always thought was beautiful and feminine. She always excelled in sports and attended a California college on a track scholarship. For all the time she spent outside, her skin was nicely tanned.
She had never shown much interest in myself or Vicki for that matter, always off doing something else whenever we arrived. And when we all showed up for the sleepover, she seemed no different. She was in a tank top and baggy sweatpants, and only nodded at us as we filed in. She grabbed something from the kitchen and was gone after a few quick introductions.
I totally thought it was my imagination when her eyes seemed to linger on mine as she walked out.
I wasn’t not a lesbian. I wasn’t totally averse to having sex with another girl but I definitely liked guys. I'll admit, I had no idea I was bisexual before this experience, but I didn't do the full conversion at the time. But, I will admit, I came pretty close, and for days, all I could think about was women. And Val in particular
Vicki's friends were all gorgeous and well-dressed with names like Lori and Felicity and Tiffany. I said very little to any of them. Not because I'm rude; very little of the conversation was directed towards me. It seemed that Vicki's fears were unfounded, her sleepover was going wonderfully, and I was an unneeded accessory.
We all threw down our sleeping bags in Vicki's spacious living room and settled in to watch a movie. I had thrown my sleeping bag in the back of the room, behind everyone else, so I could scroll through my phone without disturbing anyone. They had decided to watch a horror movie. I heard that it was great. Despite the fact that I was present for the whole movie, I didn't see much of it. Vicki's parents weren't home, so the volume was blasted very loud.
About half an hour in, all hell breaks loose in the movie with a bunch of screaming and glass shattering. That's when I felt it.
I was lying on my stomach on my sleeping bag when I felt a warm body slither up my backside. I was about yell out, startled – I thought it was Vicki's younger brother, Victor - but a finger went to my lips. I half turned, and saw it was Val, casually lying on top of me, facing the TV screen.
I didn't know what to do. She had done it casually, so confidently, it made me doubt my initial reaction. She watched the movie for a moment, then looked at me - still awkwardly half-turned to look at her - her face inches from mine.
"How's the movie?" she asked.
"Um..." It took me a full ten seconds to realize what she had said. That doesn't sound like a long time but wait ten seconds the next time someone asks you a question and see how long it is. "It's cool."
"Mm." She went back to watching the movie, lying on me like it was the most natural thing in the world. I slowly turned back to the movie myself - I wasn't totally uncomfortable, obviously, I wasn't about to call for help. I was just totally surprised by this, and unsure what it meant. I had heard rumors that Val was a lesbian, of course. But I never really paid any attention to them. And even if she was gay, that didn't mean she was into me, right?
When I turned back to the movie, she took it as an invitation to wrap her arms around mine and nestle her chin in between my neck and shoulder. Ok, it's very hard to misread that. It felt good, comforting even. And definitely erotic. Val was 5'11 to my 5'3, so her body totally encompassed mine.
I was pretty sexually inexperienced. I had only kissed two boys, and had been terrified to go pass fingering in the backseat of a car. The boys were nice, respectful of my space, and just as inexperienced as I was. I guess I needed someone to take charge, otherwise my shyness and nervousness paralyzed me.
Val's hands started to creep away from my arms and slide along my sides to the hem of my baggy t-shirt. A sharp intake of breath as her fingers slipped under my shirt and touched my hips.
"You ok?" she whispered.
I didn't trust myself to speak. I nodded. I was ok. I was very ok with this, which stunned me. I had had flashes of lesbian thoughts every now and then, but I had never ever considered acting on it, or that it really meant anything. Of course, I had always thought of Val as gorgeous, but up until this very moment I had always figured that was strictly in a plutonic way.
"Good," she murmured, and her fingers tickled their way up my midriff, past my ribs, and up to the underside of my bra.
I softly gasped ... She wasn't going to --
She did. Her fingers pressed up against my bra, gripping the underside of it and slid it up over my small breasts. I gasped loudly, which luckily coincided with someone getting killed in the movie so no one heard. My breasts swung free. I could feel my nipples begin to harden .
Small and sensitive.
Val was kissing my neck now, working her way up from the nook of my shoulder up to my earlobe, while her hands softly gripped the underside of my breasts. My nipples continued to stiffen, even though she hadn't touched them, just from the anticipation her touching them. She didn't seem in any hurry though. Just softly caressing my breasts while breathing into my neck. She wasn't rough like the boys had been, she was extremely patient. Working up my arousal.
She was squeezing my breasts, gently, massaging them It was as if she knew how much I wanted to her to go after my nipples, so she stayed away from them. I realized her breathing had quickened and she was pressing herself against my butt. Not humping, but grinding. I liked it. I liked her thrusting against me.
Val was working me over on all fronts; nibbling at my neck, massaging my breasts, steadily grinding her clit against my backside.
I was breathing hard now. I looked over at the other girls, remembering their presence. They were talking and laughing with one another, yelping at certain scares in the movie. They didn't seem to notice what was going on just a few feet behind them. When I had first laid down, they seemed so far away. Now I seemed ridiculously close to them. This had to stop.
And I was just about to say so when Val's fingers flicked both my stiff nipples at the same time. I almost moaned out loud; my nipples are ridiculously sensitive. I wonder if it's because they're pretty thick, brown nipples. Or maybe it's because I play with them all the time, that they're always primed for action. I worked them hard by myself, pinching and rolling them for half an hour, teasing myself relentlessly before allowing myself to come.
I tried to stay the course. I turned to Val, which was hard because she was sucking my earlobe.
"We should stop," I half-whispered, half-moaned.
She responded by gripping my breasts harder, enveloping them in her hands, then pinching my nipples, pulling them out. Getting rough with them just the way I love it. I bit my lip to stop from yelling out.
"You want me to stop? Really?" She breathed in my ear. "I can walk away."
"No," I whispered quickly, hating how horny I sounded. The way she was working me, it was tough to say anything normally. "I mean, can't we go to your room?"
She was rolling my nipples, dragging her fingers up and down across the stiff tips. I was beyond turned on. My panties were soaked clean through. It usually took me much longer to get this worked up by myself, but she was doing it so easily. And I had to admit, most of it was because of the brazen way she was doing it.
"No," she said quietly. "Victor's in my room studying. It's here or nothing."
I was about to argue further - maybe the bathroom? - when she pinched my nipples hard, twisting them, then flicking them gently, making them stand at attention. I forgot my argument, eyes closed with pleasure, and just reached behind me and put my hand through her beautiful black hair.
She kissed me then, taking one hand out from under my shirt, to grab me by the neck forcing me closer to her face. Her tongue wrestled with mine. I had never made out with anyone like this. It was a sloppy, intimate kiss, her other hand still working my poor nipple, driving me crazy.
"Oh my god!" yelled one of the girl's loudly. We broke our kiss, and my heart dropped like a stone.
But no one was looking at us. On screen, someone was getting hacked to death with a machete. I breathed easier - but only for a second. Val's hands went right back under my shirt.
This was just unfair, how did she know how sensitive my nipples were? Just dumb luck? She bit my neck hard, and kept the same tempo of roughly working my nipples, pinching them so they stayed stiff, flicking them up and down relentlessly. She seemed to love feeling me squirm beneath her, struggling to keep my voice down. Sweat was forming on my forehead, I was breathing out deeply from my nose. It was the sweetest torture I'd ever had.
I wondered how we looked. Probably like a lion draped over its prey, holding it down with nowhere to go.
"Lift your butt up."
"What?" I gasped out.
One of her hands left my shirt again, grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. Fuck, I liked that. I really liked that. Have I been submissive my whole life and not known?
Val repeated herself, her voice dangerously louder than before. "Lift. Your. Butt. Up. Now."
"Ok, ok!"
I lifted my ass up into her midriff, totally unsure of what she was about to do.
"Good girl," she said. Her hand left my hair and unbuttoned my jeans. When she was able her hand sank inside the waistband of my pants. Her fingers glided over my soaked panties. "You're so wet!" she said with a giggle, like I was a toy she was playing with. And she was right, these panties were ruined. I could almost picture the massive wet spot I'd created - or I suppose, Val had created.
"You must really like getting your nipples tugged. And right among all your friends, too."
She was stroking my pussy lips through the fabric of my panties while she spoke, gently at first, just priming me up. I was going crazy. I loved her dirty talk, I loved how she was playing with me, but I was terrified that at any second one of the girls would turn around and expose us.
"You want them to catch us, don't you? That's why you're breathing so hard, isn't it? You want them to join in? Look at all those cute asses."
It's true. From where we were, we had a great view of all the other girls' butts. They were all laying down like me, on their stomachs.
I'd never noticed how sexy they looked before, and suddenly had a deep appreciation for their tight shorts.
"You're so wet for me. I think I'm just going to drive you crazy for the whole movie. How does that sound?" She spoke directly into my ear, tickling me.
She pressed two fingers against my clit suddenly, through the sodden fabric of my panties, rubbing it in a circle. I couldn't help it anymore. I moaned out loud.
"Oh come on, Elaine, it's not that scary" Vicki said without turning around.
Val's other hand left my breast and clamped over my mouth. Her other hand roughly pulled my panties aside. For a brief second, I panicked. I didn't shave down there - what if that grossed her out? Some guys didn't like it.
It quickly became apparent that this was no concern whatsoever to Val, who sank two fingers into my pussy like a knife through butter. She pressed her pelvis into my backside again, forcing my clit into her palm, and from here she began to really work on me.
Her hand clasped tight over my mouth as I hyperventilated through her fingers. She pressed her fingers in my pussy against my g-spot and began grinding against me. Hard. I was leaking all over her fingers... her hand... oh god, it had to be sliding down her arm at this point.
Her fingers worked in and out of my wet pussy, teasing my g-spot, forcing an orgasm out of me. I was squirming like crazy now, not to get away, but because the sensation was driving me wild. It didn't matter anyway, Val's dominant position over me held me still.
"Look at you, getting all worked up. You trying to get away from me?" She has this teasing voice, totally feminine in contrast to just how toned and tough the rest of her body is. Suddenly, her fingers over my mouth worked themselves in between my lips. I began sucking her fingers, eagerly, instinctively.
"You little slut." She pulled her fingers out of my pussy and began to work on my clit, rolling it in between her fingers. "I can tell you're close."
She was right. I was really close to having an eye-rolling, ripping the carpet right off the floor, orgasm. My first lesbian experience didn't even allow me the chance to rationalize it as experimenting. She just took me and I loved it.
Val’s fingers began to suddenly slow, just as I was about to tip over the edge. I tried to look at her pleadingly, tried force my aching clit against her fingers. I was about to beg.
The hand working my pussy left entirely. Before I could protest, those fingers quickly replaced the ones already in my mouth, forcing me to taste my own juices. The other hand, wet with my saliva went right back to teasing my clit. I didn't balk at tasting myself, I did it all the time. But the fact that she was making me taste myself, whether I liked it or not, that turned me on even more.
"Good girl, taste your wet pussy." She was flicking my clit while she teased me, her fingers, coated in my juices, fucking my mouth.
"You want to come for me?"
I nodded, gasping through her fingers. I was hers. I would do anything she asked me right now.
"You going to come all over my fingers?"
Yes, yes, please! I wanted to scream. I think I nodded, but I don't think she was really waiting for an answer.
She worked her fingers into a quick tempo. "Do it, Elaine. Come all over my fingers."
It didn't take long before it hit. My eyes literally rolled back into my head, swear on my life. I let out a guttural moan which I wasn't sure her muffling could contain. I didn't care if the whole house heard me. I writhed, my fingers clenching the carpet as the orgasm tore through me.
Val held me through my orgasm like a rider breaking down a horse. I was grunting like an animal. There was nowhere I could go. And she just wouldn't stop. Another orgasm just shattered straight through me, right after the last one, and I could literally see flashes before my eyes. She was merciless, still working my clit even through the second one, thrusting herself into me, grinding into me, making me meet her fingers again and again. I came again, and somewhere in my mind I resolved to marry this woman.
I was shaking all over when her fingers left my pussy. Her fingers left my mouth, and I collapsed to the floor. I felt her body leave mine, and I wondered dimly if it was all over. My lust was totally sated, in a way I had never before thought possible.
But Val wasn't done. Two hands gripped the waistband of my pants and yanked them down in one fluid motion. I almost spun around - Val caught the back of my head and forced it into the pillow of the sleeping bag.
"Don't move" she whispered. "I'm not done with you."
I kept my face in my pillow, now totally unable to see if any of the girls were looking back or not. Val gripped a cheek of my bare ass and squeezed it.
"Lift it up."
This time, no back talk. I lifted my ass up high into the air, my face still buried in my pillow. This was humiliating. This was insanely risky. This was the best decision I'd ever made in my whole life.
I felt Val move behind me. Two strong hands gripped my ass cheeks and spread them wide open. My mouth dropped. I had never been exposed like this to anybody. Instantly, I felt my pussy get wet again. I felt like a whore. I never thought I would like that feeling. It got me even wetter to know she was staring right at my sloppy, freshly fucked pussy. Spreading it open like she owned it.
And all at once, Val's tongue raked up my pussy, starting from my clit and then burying deep inside me. Her strong hands keeping me spread open for her. My pussy was already so sensitive. I smothered my moans with the pillow, dragging my face across it to keep the sweat out of my eyes.
Good lord, Vicki would get quite a shock if she turned around right now, wouldn't she? Seeing her best friend bent over, getting eaten out by her older sister like there's no one else in the room.
Val ran her tongue in long wide licks up and down my pussy, lapping up my juices which was coming out thick and fast. In spite of her best efforts, I could literally feel my come oozing down my thighs. I had never given or received oral. I always wondered if pussy tasted bad, so I was afraid to ask.
Today, I've been eaten out a few times after Val, but never as good as that night. Maybe it was more the setting and the manner that drove me crazy than the technique, but nothing and no one has ever topped Val licking me from behind with my ass high in the air and my face in the pillow, clutching it for dear life.
She licked me slowly, in no hurry at all, despite my growing panic that the movie was coming to an end. She sucked and tugged on my clit, pulling it out and then rolling it over her tongue. I was about to come again, but she kept teasing me, those firm hands holding me in place again. Then she gripped my clit in her mouth like a suction cup. I was literally dripping all over the place.
One of my hands went under my shirt to my hanging boobs. I attacked that nipple, pinching it and flicking it like Val had done earlier, trying to get on the path to orgasm.
Val refocused on my clit, long licks up and down, increasing in tempo like she did with her fingers. It was almost good enough to make me come. Then she dragged her tongue upwards and sank inside me again, and let her fingers diddle my clit. Her tongue licked around inside me. Just slow and deliberate, like she just liked the taste of me. It was a passionate French kiss on my pussy, with no concern for anything or anyone else in the room. She was tonguing my pussy so passionately; I could feel my juices leaking all over her face.
That made me explode. This orgasm was even more destructive than the last. I had to cover my own mouth to stop from screaming.
Thank God for that tiny pillow. I tried to move my sensitive pussy away from her exploring tongue.
Once again, Val kept me firmly in place as my orgasm racked through my body, her nails digging into my ass. I shuddered at the feeling.
Surely that was it, right? She had done everything to me. The movie had to be approaching the end credits. I could barely keep my ass in the air anymore, my legs were so weak.
Wrong. One hand kept me spread open, and Val whispered “Now I’m really going to fuck you.”
I could feel Val getting onto her knees and after a couple minutes I felt something pressing against my pussy. I realized that she had slid her sweat pants down and was going to do me with a strapon.
Val lined her dildo up with my slit and began to enter me. An inch at a time. She laid back on top of me again. “Do you want me inside you?”
“Oh god, yes.”
With that Val thrust her “cock” deep inside me. She completely filled my hot wet pussy. And then she began to fuck me. Not hard, but gently and slowly, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting deep inside me. She pulled my shirt up and off me. I was now basically naked in the room with these girls moaning into my sleeping bag as Val continued to fuck me.
“Is it good?” she whispered.
But I couldn't answer her question; words wouldn’t come. All I could do was keep my ass up and get fucked like a complete slut in the living room of my best friend's house. And come. Again. And again. And again.
Val seemed to have her own idea of how many orgasms I should have. I just drooled over my pillow and took it, letting her fuck me senseless. I still couldn't get away from her. I grunted into my pillow as she hammered my pussy. I was so wet that I could feel her fucking my juices out of me. I could feel it dripping down my leg. I wanted her to smack my ass hard while she fucked me, sleepover be damned.
And then it was over. After she worked me over the edge for what I think was my fourth orgasm (just from her fingers, six overall), she smacked my pussy -- not loud enough to alert anyone -- and just walked away.
Seriously. This bitch just got up and walked off, leaving me there with my ass up for half a minute, panting into my pillow like a dog. I looked up in time to see her walk into the kitchen. I hastily pulled my pants back up, feeling my cheeks go hot and red from shame.
"Hey, anybody want a soda?" Val called out from the kitchen.
Vicki looked around at everyone, including me, lying face down on my sleeping bag still trying to get my breath back.
"No, we're fine. And I think Ash fell asleep."
That night, I lay totally awake in my sleeping bag staring at the darkness above me. Had that even happened? My sore pussy said it absolutely did happen, but my mind just couldn't process the experience. Was I no longer a virgin? Did that count? Would Val come back tonight? Did I want her to, given how quiet the room was? Should I go to her?
Questions tumbled around my head, making me dizzy. My eyelids began to droop. I guess all of this would have to wait until morning...
That familiar warmth and weight. Val pressed herself on top of me, this time facing me. She was so quiet. She found my mouth in the dark, kissing me deeply. Her long black hair fell over my face like a curtain. It smelled wonderful - no idea why I remember that so clearly, but I do. I tried to return the kiss, but my heart was racing. The only sounds in the room were the soft snores of the rest of the girls.
This girl is crazy, I thought. I tried put my hands on her shoulders, get a little control of the situation. Still kissing me fiercely, she grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them to the ground. She worked her way into my neck.
"Have you been lying awake, thinking about me?" she breathed into my ear.
I tried to keep my breathing low and steady. I nodded, too scared to speak.
"I've been thinking about you too. I've been playing with myself all night, thinking about how much I enjoyed making love to you."
Oh god, she was so erotic. I loved it. Dirty talk is a million times better when it's whispered into your ear.
"I went and made myself really wet and sloppy down there. But I didn't come. That's your job."
My eyes shot open. She didn't mean -
Val maneuvered herself so that her shins pinned down my hands. I could smell how aroused she was. Val crawled over to my sleeping bag, naked from the waist down, wearing only a thin tank top with no bra. Her stiff nipples poked out proudly from the thin fabric.
She looked down at me, brushing my hair out of my eyes with a surprising gentleness. I could see her flat stomach under her flimsy tank top. She was just gorgeous. Then she moved up further so all I could see was the task ahead of me.
Her pussy had a trimmed curly black bush. Thin lips with a thick protruding clit that was already begging for attention. I could see how wet she was; strands of her juices dribbled from her pussy. Those thick, muscular thighs. Any qualms I had about what I was about to do evaporated. She wanted me to take her. And I was going to let it happen.
All at once she slowly dropped down until her wet pussy met my mouth.
Clearly, I was totally out of my depth. But damned if I wasn't going to try. I stuck my tongue out and met her wetness eagerly. There was no bad taste, and that was my only concern. Val began to gently ride my mouth.
I struggled to keep up with her rhythmic thrusts, no longer caring if anyone heard. I just wanted her to come in my mouth, return the favor after she had made love to me before. I had never wanted anything so badly in my life.
Her juices dripped into my mouth, smeared on my face. I didn't care, I just found her clit and played with it like she had played with mine. She didn't seem interested in letting me dictate the tempo though.
She ground herself into my mouth, one hand teased a nipple through the fabric of her tank top. She liked to be rough with her own nipple too, twisting and pulling it as I worked her pussy.
Then she pulled away from me and her hand went to her clit and rubbed it furiously, still kneeling just above my face. She moaned loudly while she played with her clit and her nipple for a moment. Then she dropped herself back onto me.
Grinding that wet pussy all over my face. Letting me suck that clit for a while. Then she lifted up again and fingered herself. Then back down, each time her juices getting thicker and more overwhelming. My face and hair turning into a mess. Swallowing the sweet liquid whenever she let me explore her pussy. She was a massive turn on, and I had slipped two fingers in my sore pussy, working them in and out.
She was getting louder now, there was no denying it.
My face was a mess of juices. I was rubbing my clit vigorously with one hand, my other on her perfect ass as she rode my face. I was going to come.
She gasped loudly again, then had a sharp intake of breath. Her fingernails practically tore into my scalp as she humped my tongue, bouncing her clit off it over and over and brought herself to a ferocious, shuddering orgasm. And with that came more juices, leaking out of her pussy and into my eager mouth. She held me in place until she stopped shaking. I kept licking until she pushed my head away.
She leaned back on her haunches for a second, getting her breath. Then, as casually as she had shown up, she slid off me, dragging her wet pussy across my face as she went, smearing me with her come for the last time. After a few seconds lying on my back with her come all over my face, I heard her door shut softly.
Not checking to see if anyone was awake, I quickly rolled onto my stomach and humped my fingers until I came to another eye-rolling orgasm. Even though Val wasn't directly involved, I'll still give it to her.
All I thought about was what she had just done to me.
If anyone had noticed what Val and I had done, no one said anything. Vicki's friends were noticeably quieter when we had breakfast that morning, and none of them looked at me. To this day, I have no idea if they saw what Val and I did, and I don't really care. I suspect they definitely heard what happened, since Val made no attempt hide her orgasm. I sat at that table with Val's come dried all over my hair and face and ate my cereal like I didn't have care in the world.
After breakfast, we all said bye. High school was over. It was a time for reinvention, not clinging to old ideas. I was definitely going to come out of my shell more. I had never really considered girls before, but Val had just opened up my world to some exciting new possibilities.
Val didn't say anything to me as we left. That was also probably for the best, because I had no idea what I would say to her after our surprising evening. But when I got home, I found a piece of paper in my backpack.
It had Val's number and scrawled under that was a note: Call me.
Val made sure that we saw each other whenever we were home, and we would see each other a lot over the next few years, with her pushing my buttons every time I came into town. We made love whenever we felt like it. I always loved that. Even when our relationship petered out, her memory loomed large in my life.
To this day, I love to be taken from behind with a hand covering my mouth. But I have to say, it always pales in comparison to that night.
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