Erika Blossoms Ch. 04

Note: This is chapter four of a very long story. 28 chapters so far. It is wide ranging and will eventually touch on interracial sex, dom women, lesbian sex, true love, revenge and much, much more. I hope you enjoy it.

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CHAPTER FOUR – Sunday Morning

Jana and I had slept in the same bed dozens of times, but I had never awoken to her mouth sucking on my left nipple.

I looked up and it was like a dream. She was on all fours over me, her breasts on my tummy. Her warm, smooth thigh was pressed tight against my pussy. Her soft hand was caressing my right breast. Her blonde hair draped across my neck.

My body, it seems, had been awake for some time. It was already ready.

I turned my head toward the window. The sky was just beginning to lighten up on the eastern horizon. I remembered that it was just after dark when I climbed into bed. I had slept a long time.

We had always been comfortable with cuddling and being naked around each other and things like that. We had even petted a little one drunken night during our Freshmen year at college.

But this was new. I decided immediately that I liked it.

Her kissing and sucking my nipples had them both fully erect. She would go from one to the other, sucking, nibbling, licking, kissing... The feeling was especially nice from her full lips and without a scratchy beard, and there were other subtle differences as well. She just knew how to do it, like she was responding to the way that my body was responding to her.

Her thigh against my pussy was firm and steady, moving ever so slowly against me.

"Good morning." I said.

She looked up at my face, "Good morning to you too. I wondered how far I could go before I woke you up. I was hoping for farther."

She pushed up to her knees. Her big, beautiful breasts naked in the half-light.

She lay down beside me. Her hand on my tummy, her leg draped across my thigh.

"You slept hard."

"It's been a weird couple of days." I replied as I stretched my arms above my head.

"How so?" she asked, as she lightly brushed my nipples with her fingertips.

"Well, let's see... I find out my boyfriend has a pantyhose fetish - and evidently, so do I - and he has a submissive streak. My best friend called me an emotional cripple for not throwing myself at a black man – a total stranger – who, evidently, would have thrown me to the floor and fucked me silly if I had only said 'boo' to him. And then, my best friend gave me the best kiss I have ever had in my life, and I really, really liked it. So evidently, I am a lesbian."

"That's three 'evidentlys' if you weren't counting." I said.

Jana laughed. "Well, that is a lot of 'evidentlys' to take in, in just 24 hours."

"Best kiss ever? Really?" she asked, her smile beaming.

"Until now." I replied. I turned toward her. My libido humming.

She leaned over and we kissed. And with apologies to The Princess Bride, it was the Best. Kiss. Ever.

Her full lips were soft and moist. Her tongue fluttered just out of reach. Just the right amount of pressure and movement – not too soft, not too hard, not at all frantic – just absolutely perfect.

She broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes. "Better?"

"Perfect." We kissed again. And again and again and again - her hands roaming lightly over my body. My body responding eagerly.

"Don't stop this time." I said.

"I have no intention of stopping."

And she didn't stop, but time did.

I said earlier how I love being a girl, how I love feeling feminine and girly, and this was the ultimate.

She kissed and nibbled and licked me just perfectly in all the right places. Behind my ears, the nape of my neck, that spot just below my breasts, the backs of my knees, my wrists.

She bit my nipples, sucked on my clitoris, used two delicate fingers to open my pussy, danced her tongue lightly over my anus, squeezed my breasts, kneaded my butt, and kissed me on the lips over and over and over.

She had a way of moving me around the bed delicately, but firmly, so that it never felt like I was being manhandled. It was all so girly and sweet. But make no mistake – she was having her way with me – dominating me in the most feminine and sensual way possible.

At some point, as I was lying on my tummy and she was pressing her tits against my back, it occurred to me that maybe she had done this before.

She knew exactly what she was doing. She was gently, slowly, coaxing an orgasm out of me.

I was still on my tummy, with one leg bent way up toward my chest and my other one straight down, my pussy wide open from behind. She was behind me with her breasts pushed against my back. She was kissing the back of my neck and behind my ears, whispering sweetness into my ear.

"Your tiny little pussy smells so good it makes me crazy. It smells fresh and sweet and earthy. It tastes even better. Licking your pussy is my most favorite thing in the world. I could suck on your tits forever. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, and I'm the luckiest girl in the world to be here with you. I love you so, so much. I would die to please you. I want you to feel loved and wanted and adored." She whispered.

She was rubbing my clitoris and vulva while gently pinching my swollen clitoris between her fingers. Her thumb was pushing gently against my anus but not pushing in. She had worked her other arm between my neck and shoulder, down to my breasts, where she was pulling at my nipples and squeezing by breasts.

I could feel my orgasm rolling in like the tide. Softly, slowly, intently, building in waves.

I thought to myself 'this is what heaven must feel like'.

My orgasm peaked slowly but intensely, as she rubbed my pussy just a little faster and a bit harder. She was pinching my nipples firmly and grinding her tits into my back. I moaned and squirmed and pleaded with her not to stop.

It was a whole new kind of orgasm for me. I've had my share of orgasms in the past, from both men and self-inflicted, but this was different. I think it had a lot to do with trust and love, along with how skillfully it was done. This was all new to me.

My description of it doesn't do it justice. Not even close. It was sublime.

When my orgasm finally subsided – it felt like it went on forever – she knew just how to slow things down. She lightened up the pressure, slowed everything down and ever so gently withdrew her thumb, massaged my breast softly, petted my pussy lightly, so that even though my orgasm was finished, I was still incredibly turned on and ready for more.

I turned over to face her. We kissed passionately. I could taste my pussy on her lips. I liked the way it tasted.

"That was the best I've ever had." I told her honestly.

She kissed me hard and we continued kissing for several long minutes. When we broke, I looked at her beautiful face. She had soft tears in her liquid blue eyes.

"Why are you crying?"

"It's nothing."

"It's something."

"No, I'm just being stupid."

I took her face in my hands and kissed her softly.

"Tell me." I said.

She sighed. She looked at me with her piercing blue eyes and said softly, "I have wanted this day for so long, you have no idea."

I kissed her again. Stronger.

"I have loved you since the first day we met." she said. "When you walked into Mr. Harrison's homeroom, with your long legs and your green eyes, I wanted you. When you were sleeping over at my house in high school, I wanted you. When I cheered for you on the volleyball team, I wanted you. When you were dating that awful loser in college, I wanted you. When he broke your heart, I wanted you. The day you graduated college, I wanted you. And all the days in between."

She said. "I have wanted this day since the first time I saw you."

I squeezed in closer to her, holding her tightly.

"You think I'm stupid."

"No."

She began to cry for real. Great big heaving sobs, tears gushing from her eyes. I could feel that they were tears of relief of a long-held, keening desire finally realized. It made me love her fiercely.

I began kissing her face, her tears salty on my lips, determined to kiss them all away.

I reached down and took one of her breasts in my hand. It was firm. Heavy. I heard a low whimper deep in her throat.

I raised up on one elbow and kissed down her face to her neck, squeezing her breast in my hand, marveling at its heft.

I kissed down her neck and took her nipple in my mouth. Sucking gently, I felt it grow and thicken. Another low whimper.

I raised up to my knees and moved both hands to her breasts, kissing back and forth, sucking the nipples – soft at first, then harder. A louder whimper.

I rolled up onto her and lay down on top of her, my breasts against her firm tummy, kissing the deep cleavage between her breasts, squeezing them, feeling their firmness, pinching the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

I kissed my way down her belly, licking her belly button, my hands still on her breasts. The harder I kneaded them, the louder she moaned. I pinched her nipples harder. She gasped, "Yes!"

I moved lower with my kisses. She had a tuft of soft blonde hair above her pussy. I nuzzled into her vulva, inhaling her scent. It was rich, earthy, intoxicating. I extended my tongue and barely grazed her large, swollen clitoris.

Her hips jumped, pushing her pussy against my face. I felt her hands on the side of my head, pulling me in deeper to her sweet pussy.

"yesyesyes..." she moaned.

I moved down so I could lick her pussy deeply, dragging my tongue along the full length, ending with her hard clit between my lips. I sucked it into my mouth and flicked my tongue across it lightly, quickly. Never removing my hands from her breasts, I pinched her nipples harder.

I pulled back a little to look. I had never been this close to a pussy before. Her pussy was... meaty. The vulva was plump, ripe looking. Her labia exposed and moist. Her clitoris was bigger than mine, fatter. It looked like a pearl sitting on top of her slit. It was so very much different than my pussy. I decided I liked it very much and wanted to make it purr.

I pulled one of my hands down and used two fingers to push her thick pussy lips apart and sucked her clit into my mouth.

"Uhhhhhnnnnnn..." She was grinding her pussy into my face. "Yes, suckitsuckitsuckit."

I used my fingers all over her pussy, getting them wet with her juice and my saliva. I put my fingers into my mouth to get them even wetter and slicker and then pushed them into her silky pussy. I sucked harder on her clit for a moment, and then licked the soft spot below it with the flat of my tongue.

"OhgodohgodohgodI'mcummingI'mcummingI'mcumming..."

I looked up as I sucked her clit and saw her head thrashing back and forth. One hand on her breast, pulling and twisting hard at her nipple. The other hand with a handful of my hair, pulling my mouth against her pussy. My two fingers moving slowly in and out of her pussy.

It released all at once. Her orgasm hit her hard, and her pussy flooded with juices, drenching my hand and chin. At first I thought she had lost control of her bladder, but the juice was sweet and a little tangy. It was cum. It was delicious. I licked and licked and licked, wanting to taste it all.

She let go of my hair and pushed my face away. "Enough!" she screamed. "I can't take anymore!"

I climbed back up, across her body. Dragging my tits across her pussy, I lay down atop her and began kissing her beautiful lips.

We kissed like that for several long minutes before breaking.

"I love you. I always have." she said.

I rolled off and snuggled in close.

"GODDAMMIT!" I shrieked.

She jumped, startled and alarmed.

My eyes had drifted over to the bedside table. The clock said 9:50.

"SHIT!" I said, jumping up and climbing out of bed.

I looked down and saw the hurt and confusion in her eyes. She looked like she was about to burst into tears. I stopped in my tracks.

I leaned over the bed and kissed her.

"I love you too. But I have to go to church with the family. They'll kill me if I don't show up on Easter Morning and I'm late! And I'm a mess!" I told her.

I saw the relief and gratitude in her eyes and I ran toward the shower.

A quick shower later, I was getting dressed for church. She was still in the bed.

"Thank you." she began, "Thank you for this morning. And don't ever do that to me again!"

I stopped and looked over at her as I was brushing my hair into a ponytail. She was smiling. It dawned on me that she was talking about the church/time surprise, not the sex.

I smiled back. "I intend to do that many, many more times. Do me a favor." I threw her my phone. "Text my Daddy and tell him I'm on my way and I'll meet them at the church."

I ran back to the bathroom to finish getting ready.

"Will you be here when I get back?" I asked. "I have to do church and then lunch with the fam."

"I don't know yet." She pulled the covers over her naked body and rolled over onto her side.

I ran out the door to my car, got in and drove toward the church my family attends.

I was in such a rush that I didn't have time to think about what had just happened.

I arrived at the church and slid into the pew next to my Daddy just as the service was starting. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and held my hand. He whispered in my ear, "You look beautiful, Ladybug." That's his pet name for me.

It hit me. The ladybug tattoo. The pet name. Jana is the only other person that has ever called me that.

Sitting in the pew, I finally had a moment to catch my breath and think about the past 48 hours.

I hadn't had so much sex in a 48 hour period in a long time. Maybe ever. And the hell of it was, it was the best sex I had ever had – all of it. Even as weird as the pantyhose thing was with my boyfriend, my orgasms had been fantastic. And the sex with Jana this morning was even better.

So much to think about. Does this mean I'm a lesbian now? I mean, I don't have any hangups about homosexuality, but I had never really considered it for myself. I guess I'm like most people, in that I'm sometimes attracted to the same sex, and that has certainly been true about Jana at times, but I've never thought to act on it.

The way it happened was just so natural and felt so right, I didn't have time to think about what it meant, if it means anything at all. Maybe it was just a one-time thing and it doesn't 'mean' anything. Or maybe it does.

One thing is absolutely certain, I don't want to lose my friend. That is priority number one.

And what am I going to do about my boyfriend? I'm sure not ready to deal with that can of worms. He's certainly got a secret side that I had never even gotten a hint of before, and I certainly don't love him.

And for Heaven's sake, is Jana right? Am I an emotional retard? Do I miss things that are perfectly obvious to everyone else? I certainly didn't pick up on the thing with the black guy - Keith - from the sunglasses store yesterday. I mean, I was certain that he was interested in Jana, not little ol' not-as-pretty-popular-sexy-desirable-as-my-best-friend me.

Which circles me back around to Jana again. Is she right, have I been so occupied with watching her that I've missed out on guys who want to be with me? And if I have, what does that mean? Am I a lesbian and don't know it, and I've unconsciously wanted her all these years?

Is she a lesbian? I had always had a little nag that she went that way, but she's had a lot of boyfriends over the years, and I know she likes sex with men. But on the other hand, she's never really had a really serious relationship with a man.

Jesus. What a mess. My mind was spinning. So much to process. I needed some down time. As much as I wanted to talk to Jana about all this, part of me hoped that she had gone home.

The sermon was finally over – I didn't hear a single word – and we walked toward the car. Daddy said "Can I ride to lunch with you, Ladybug"?

I smiled and said, "I would love that, Daddy."

On the way to the restaurant, Daddy said, "You didn't hear a word of the sermon, did you?"

"Was it that obvious?"

"You chew on your bottom your lip when you're chewing on something in your head." He smiled. "So, what's got you so chewy?"

I didn't respond immediately. I didn't know what to say. Dad had given me the sex talk when I was 15, and it was uncomfortable then just like it was uncomfortable to think about telling him about my suddenly tangled sex life now.

"It's complicated." I finally said.

"Sex and relationship stuff always is." he replied.

I looked over at him in shock. Good lord, I thought, do I have it written on my forehead? He just laughed.

My daddy is my first love. Smart and funny and wise and kind and gentle and sensitive, but still a real man's man. He is very masculine in all the best possible ways. We are very close.

"Well," I paused wondering how much I should say. "I don't think I'm in love with my boyfriend."

"You aren't." he said flatly.

I looked at him again, a little shocked at his bluntness.

"Do you realize you never call him by his name. He is always 'my boyfriend'."

The shocked look is getting to be a permanent fixture on my face. "I don't?"

"It's true." he replied.

I pondered what he just told me.

"I suspect he's still around because it's easy. Uncomplicated. Comfortable." he said.

I sighed.

"Erika, you are a prize. Any man worth anything would be a fool to overlook you. You're smart, honest, loyal to a fault, and look at me..." I looked over and he had lowered his chin and was looking out from under his eyebrows at me "You are beautiful – inside and out. So much like your mother."

"Jana told me the same thing yesterday" I said.

"Jana is right you know. She usually is. Deep one, that girl." He had always loved Jana.

"Your boyfriend is not The One. You know that. I know that. Jana knows that. Hell, I bet that he knows it too."

"I know." I sighed.

"Well, it's probably time you cut him loose, don't you think?"

"Probably."

"There is a law of the universe, sweetie, well, more of a policy really..." He smiled "often, a new door won't open until you close an old one. It's science." He laughed at his own dumb joke.

God, how I love that man. In the middle of a serious talk, he knows how to keep it light. I reached over and held his rough hand.

He went on, "You can do so much better than 'your boyfriend'. Hell sweetie, you deserve so much better. He's a decent guy, but he's tofu. He doesn't have any hobbies, he doesn't have an opinion about anything, he doesn't have any ambition to be anything except a drone his whole life. It's like he's scared of living or something."

"And I'll tell you something about guys like him – they often have some deep, dark secret that makes them ashamed about who or what they are, and that secret is usually about sex. It's either some kink, or fetish, or repression or abuse of some sort. Have you ever suspected that he's really gay or anything like that?"

I was working very hard to keep the shocked look off my face. I realized I was chewing my lip. I didn't answer his question. He didn't press.

"You deserve a man that adores you. A man that makes your knees weak. A man that has real prospects. A man that is interesting, and has some backbone. A man who knows who he is and what he wants. A man who will treat you like an equal most of the time, a Princess when you deserve it, and treat you like a whore when you need it."

"DADDY!"

"Honey, it's true. That was a blunt way to put it, but don't settle for what I've settled for with your step-mom. You need and deserve a great sex life. It is a very important part of a happy life. You deserve, and you should demand, the kind of relationship your mother and I had, God rest her soul. You want a man who will count the minutes when you're apart, a man that you can't wait to get home to. That's what you want, even if you don't know it yet."