Stunning

“When are you coming to visit me?” I typed, surprised when she responded, “Right now.”

She was always up to crazy antics, but I always called her bluff. “Ok, get on the train,” I replied.

“But my decoupage won’t set right,” she protested.

I wondered what the hell decoupage was, then tempted her with, “We’ll bake cookies.”

“Deal,” she wrote back, and an hour later I spotted her on the street, making her way to the apartment I’d recently moved into.

“Courtney!” I shouted, trying to grab her attention on the hectic street while she was still a block away.

“Courtney!” I shouted again, until I realized she was wearing headphones. I chuckled, then waited till she caught my eye.

I kissed her on the corner of 13th and 7th, drawing only a few stares in the gay-friendly area of New York City. She was tall, blonde, and curvy, wearing an adorable swirly blue halter-top and a faded pair of jeans. A rainbow bag was slung around her shoulders. I was short in comparison, similarly curvy, but more top-heavy than she, with short brown hair, a pinstriped top, and worn jean capris. She held my hand and tickled my arm as we walked back the few blocks to my place. I jiggled the key in the outer door, then led her upstairs to the cool sanctuary from the hot sun.

The phone rang almost immediately. It was our friend who would be joining us for dinner.

“So I’ll be over in an hour with the salad, you handle the sauce, I love your fresh sauce,” he babbled, unaware of the teasing glances Courtney and I were exchanging.

“I guess we should abandon the cookies and start the pasta,” I said, standing up from where I’d been sitting on the phone, discussing the remaining details of Courtney’s expected departure on the train that evening.

“I guess we should,” Courtney’s statement mirrored mine. She was sitting on the wide blue couch. I moved some of the assorted mess onto the floor, bits and pieces associated with my recent move. When I had cleared a space, I sat beside her.

No sooner was I settled on the couch facing her when our lips were together. We’d kissed plenty before, but this was different. We were alone in my apartment, with at least an hour of guaranteed privacy.

I leaned into her, letting her tongue slip in and out of my mouth. She leaned in against me, and I let myself slide back onto the couch, pulling her on top of me.

Our kisses were hot, as they’d been that night when we were stuck at the railroad tracks, waiting for a slow moving freight train to pass. Now, her hands were on me, on the back of my neck, along my sides. I let myself fall into her kisses, grinding against her soft weight.

Her lips trailed down my neck, making my nipples twinge with the desire to be touched. Courtney quickly obliged, running her hands over the thin material of my shirt. I wore no bra, and my nipples stiffened and little pleasure signals ran down my body. Tiny moans escaped my lips, and she reached in back of me to find the three buttons that held my shirt together and separated her from my breasts.

I leaned forward to let her undress me. The top came partially off; she pushed it out of the way and quickly took my breasts in her hands. She took my pierced nipple in her mouth and licked and sucked gently, perfectly, turning me on, making my hips rise to meet her body.

I let her lick and suck for a few more minutes, then cupped her face in my hands and kissed her lips again. I pulled at the strip around her neck that held her top up. The shirt fell down around her waist, and we both reached behind her to unhook her white, strapless bra. Seconds later it was on the floor, and I had her nipple in my mouth. She pushed me back on the couch again and let her breasts drag over me, then press against me. Her skin was so soft and warm and smooth and erotic as it touched me along the length of my torso.

She kissed me again, and the motions of our hips against each other grew frantic and fierce.

My head was spinning. Desire, confusion, hesitation, and amazement swirled around in my head, until I nervously blurted, “Can I show you the rest of the tour?”

She laughed, and pulled me up off the couch. We walked topless through the hallway and into the bedroom, closing the door behind us. I walked to the window with the sheer curtains and closed the blinds, leaving us, just us, alone in the room lit by the seeping streaks of sunset at the outline of the blinds.

She held me from behind at the window, and for a moment, I just stood.

“Come on,” she whispered, then led me onto the neatly made bed.

I sprawled onto the bed, and she laid next to me, kissing and touching, sucking on my breasts, playing with the small hoop in my nipple with her tongue. She stroked my arm and down my body, tickling me with her fingertips, staring into my face the whole time. I took my turn to lavish attention on her breasts. She had a nipple pierced too, and I flicked the small barbell over and over again with my tongue. She whimpered, grinding into me, then rolled on top of me.

We ground together through the thick denim of our jeans. Her forehead tilted against mine as I gripped the pillows behind my head, the ache for pleasure growing.

Courtney rolled off me again. She settled next to me, running her hand along my leg and inner thigh. I was dying for her touches, begging silently with my eyes closed tightly. She finally reached the crotch of my jeans and rubbed her whole hand against it.

I moaned, wanting it, wanting more, wanting everything, but wanting to stop. I worried about not pleasing her, about complicated feelings, about not being pretty enough. She started to unbutton my pants.

I let her.

I wiggled my hips so she could pull the jean capris off, leaving them lonely on the floor next to the bed, unsnapped, unzipped, one leg inside out. I lay in my black lace boyshorts as she kissed my stomach, pet my legs. I nervously cleared my throat, feeling naked and self-conscious.

“These are cute, right?” I asked, rolling over to show her how the lace was cut to barely cover your ass.

She laughed. “Very cute,” she said, then kissed my mouth. She stayed by my crotch, settling in between my legs, running her fingers down my lace-covered vulva. The friction felt amazing. I pressed back against her, and she rubbed my folds through my lace panties. She bent and kissed all around, the crease where my thigh meets my crotch, my leg, trailing her fingers to my feet tickling and back.

She dragged her breasts over my pussy on her way to my kisses. She ground into me, but she was still wearing her jeans. I took a nervous breath, then pushed her to the side of me and peeled her jeans off.

She was left in a royal ratty looking royal blue thong. It looked surprised to be seeing someone besides its owner. She laughed, mimicking my question from earlier. “You like these? Come complete with a hole in the side,” she said, wiggling her fingers through the hole.

I giggled with her, then dragged her panties off her body. She likewise slid mine off, then took a few timid licks at my cunt. I moaned and held still. She played with me, teasing me, touching with her tongue, rubbing with her fingers, rubbing her whole hand over my vulva. She came back up next to me to kiss my breasts.

I got up a burst of courage and went and put my face between her legs. I played with her with my fingers for a moment, exploring, teasing, and finally I began kissing her pussy. I licked lightly at first, nibbling her labia, then kissed her clit. She gasped as I gently massaged the folds of her skin with the tip of my tongue, enjoying being able to pleasure her.

I wriggled my inexperienced tongue around her pussy, hoping I was doing it right. I played with her hood in my mouth, sucking on it, then returned to whisper soft kisses and licks.

A tiny voice came from the head of the bed. “Why are you so good at that?” came the sweetly desperate question.

I stopped my motions and rested my head on her thigh, looking up at her from between her legs.

“I have a secret,” I said somewhat shyly. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Neither have I,” came her response, and we both giggled and sighed with relief.

She stared into my eyes as I licked her again. I liked having her whole body spread out in front of me. She cupped my face in her hands and pulled me up to kiss her. We provoked each other more, grinding and panting, and then I slid my hand down to her pussy. I dipped a finger inside, watching her writhe and buck as I wiggled it around. I pulled it out and fingered around her pussyhole, up and down her lips, then back in her cunt. I pressed in with two fingers, and she began to moan. She was more slippery with liquid every time my fingers fucked her cunt, and I spoke softly in the silence, “I love how wet you are.”

I kept my fingers wiggling inside her and kissed her pussy lips lightly. She was soaking my hand as I curled my fingers up into her harder and farther. I felt her spasming, and she let out a small cry. I pushed her harder. I didn’t give her time to come down. I ignored the fact that my own body was begging for pleasure and took it out on her. I sucked her clit the way I wanted mine to be sucked, hard and long with short pauses of quick tongue strokes to get her higher. She was still staring at me, holding my head, moaning and lifting her hips as she came again, harder and longer than the last.

I wanted more, didn’t want to stop, but the exhausted form giggled and pleaded, “Mercy.”

I laughed and crawled up next to her on the bed. I, too, was exhausted, and strangely satisfied. I lay in the crook of her arm and let my body absorb her warmth. We crawled under the blanket in the air-conditioned room, only now noticing the chill after the frenzy.

I kissed her breast and closed my eyes as her fingers still wandered my body. I felt her soft skin against my face and her lazy fingers trailing me, and slipped away as she whispered, “You were stunning…”