Chapter 200 - Focused

I'd never seen anyone more beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

The way she moved, her easy gait, her confidence in every situation. She owned every room she walked into, lighting it up with her bright smile, her distinctive, beautiful laugh. I couldn't take my eyes off her luscious, full lips as she spoke. I wanted to kiss them so badly. I wanted to kiss every curve of her, to run my fingertips over her soft black skin. To be n.a.k.e.d and close to her, just the two of us.

I felt instantly shy every time our eyes met—we had the same university courses, so that was often. I'd sit in front at the front of the class just to stop myself from glancing up at her every few seconds.

All I could think was: please let her be gay. Every day I daydreamed about the two of us meeting at a party. I'd be wearing something perfectly stylish, the right amount of femme and queer. A signal to her that screamed, "I'm here, please notice me, please want me, I'd be perfect for you!"

Just when I was starting to despair that I'd never get that chance, I heard she was playing a gig at a local bar. Of course, she was a musician. Could she be any more perfect? It was now or never—my time had come.

I tried on every article of clothing I owned. A dress was too hopeful, a leather jacket too obvious. Red lips, pink lips, no lipstick? I almost didn't leave the house, losing confidence by the second. But, as my friends tell me, carpe diem. Seize the day, I had nothing to lose. I pulled on my tight jeans that I knew showed off my pert a.s.s, a tastefully low-cut shirt, and just a hint of smoky, sultry eyeliner. Simple, understated, and hopefully s.e.xy.

The bar was noisy and crowded. Luckily, I recognised a few classmates, mingling here and there and clutching my drink for support. A popular university band finished their set, and I was told Tessa was up next. I found a spot near the front of the gathered crowd and waited.

The second she stepped on stage I fell in l.u.s.t all over again. She was angelic perfection—in tight jeans, heels, a slinky gold top and matching glitter eyeshadow that made her wide eyes sparkle. She picked up her guitar and started singing, and the audience fell quiet.

Every conversation stopped as her powerful, husky voice filled the room. She sang about love, about missed chances and lazy days spent warming each other and watching the rain. She held the crowd in the palm of her hand, and as she started her next song she turned her gaze directly to me. She sang a blues-y ballad about loving a good woman—and sang it straight in my direction, or so it seemed. Actually, I'm pretty sure that was sung to me.

The room fell away. I felt like it was just the two of us, alone in a big empty space, our eyes locked as she sang to me like I was already her lover. My cheeks flushed, my whole body sizzled with rising warmth. I was n.a.k.e.d and hot and exposed and I loved it. She could undress me with her eyes all she wanted. I was hers from the moment she opened her mouth.

I was barely aware of time passing, but eventually she stopped singing, and the audience erupted in applause, breaking the spell. She walked off stage, and I was left shaken—did I imagine it? Was that the magical moment I'd been waiting for?

I went outside for some air, praying my tell-tale blush would go away. I was just thanking the light rain for cooling me down when a hand touched my shoulder, making me jump.

"Hi."

Oh lord, she'd come to find me!

"Oh hi! That was amazing by the way."

"I'm really glad you liked it." She paused and held my gaze. "I um, I wrote that song for you."

My shock and disbelief were obvious. This had to be a joke.

"Wait, really? For me? But it's so beautiful!"

"Well that's good then. I've been wanting to tell you all of those things, but I never knew how."

This couldn't be real. This was my daydream, but in real life. I could barely speak without stuttering, worried I'd break some kind of magical spell.

"Oh wow, I've been feeling the same. I don't know what to say… Um, do you want to go for a drink?"

"I have to hang out with the other bands now—networking. But if you're not busy tomorrow afternoon, I could come over to your place?"

She took a step closer to me, I could smell lavender and incense. She bit her lip, full and ripe. I was intoxicated.

"Yes, you can definitely come over."

"Great." She placed a firm hand on my hip and pulled me into her. Her lips found mine and I sank into the best kiss of my life. She tasted amazing, I wanted to taste all of her right then and there. I found myself involuntarily grinding my h.i.p.s against hers. She let out a little m.o.a.n, responding to my advances by grabbing my a.s.s and pulling me closer.

"Mmmm dammit, I really have to go! Let's pick this up tomorrow."

"OK," I said, reluctantly. She winked and playfully kissed me hard one more time, like a promise, taking my breath away. Watching her walk back into the bar, I was feeling lightheaded. I couldn't believe my dream was coming true. Tomorrow!

I barely slept that night and spent the day a nervous wreck. I daydreamed as I showered, wishing the time would pass more quickly. Finally, the time came, and I jumped at the knock on the door despite expecting it.

"You came." I was relieved.

"Of course I did." She leaned on the doorframe, smiling and sure of herself. I could see her n.i.p.p.l.es through her thin top, no bra. I wondered if she could tell how anxious I was, how much I wanted her.

"Should I come in?"

"Yes, sorry!"

We walked silently into my living room. My house was quiet, my friends were all at uni. The sunlight streamed in, making everything feel illicit, naughty, open.

She took my hand and squeezed it.

"Take me to your bedroom."

She followed me upstairs, smiling at the huge French windows which looked out over the river. It was like we were alone in a cabin in the woods, left to our own devices. I felt tongue tied, like words wouldn't come. As if sensing my nerves, she reassured me.

"I don't want to talk either."

She smiled mischievously, tongue between her teeth. I watched her lips as she bit and moistened them a little, making them glisten. I needed to kiss her so badly. She kicked off her shoes and wriggled out of her jeans, prompting me to do the same. It felt so e.r.o.t.i.c, peeling our clothes off for each other, building up to the moment of touching. I admired her athletic legs, her toned belly, her perfect pert t.i.t.s that she slowly revealed as she pulled her top over her head. I wanted them in my mouth, the thought made my own n.i.p.p.l.es hard.

I think she noticed.

"Come here."

We both climbed onto the bed, facing each other on our knees in nothing but our lace p.a.n.t.i.e.s. We were almost matching—her delicate white French b.r.i.e.f.s highlighted her gorgeous dark skin, while my dark u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r contrasted against my creamy pale t.h.i.g.hs. We knelt there, bathed in cool afternoon light, drinking each other in, smiling.

I made the bold first move, running my fingers along the lace of her p.a.n.t.i.e.s, tracing the lines where the fabric met her supple skin. She felt so amazing. Tessa responded, running her nails lightly along my arms, making me shiver deliciously. Her hands trailed down my collarbone to my b.r.e.a.s.ts, and I arched my back a little to bring them to her hands, begging to be touched. She ran her fingertips over my s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e n.i.p.p.l.es, before grasping my t.i.t.s more firmly, massaging them. I did the same, feeling her tremble in response to my touch as I ran her n.i.p.p.l.e between my fingers and c.a.r.e.s.sed the curve of her perfect b.r.e.a.s.ts.

She leaned in and kissed me. We opened our mouths, m.o.a.ning as we traced our tongues over each other, exploring the sensations. Our n.i.p.p.l.es grazed against each other as we got closer, I swear I felt the sensations trickle down to my c.l.i.t. I knew I was getting excited and wet. Our tongues ran over and under each other, our lips locked as we lingered in the moment. I loved the feeling of her tongue exploring mine, tender and light, before kissing me passionately.

I gripped her a.s.s as she teased my n.i.p.p.l.es, lightly squeezing and testing my responses, paying attention to my little groans of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. We s.u.c.k.e.d and bit each other's lips.

I couldn't wait to feel those lips on my body, my skin yearned for her.

She came back up to kiss my breathless mouth as her hand moved down, inside the waistband of my p.a.n.t.i.e.s, feeling the softness of my hair, and lower, finally glancing over my excited c.l.i.t, waiting for her touch. She started rubbing in circles, two fingers running over and over my c.l.i.t. This was almost too much, I remembered how long I had fantasised about exactly this. I sighed deeply, kissing her gratefully, giving in to the sensations. I grasped her b.r.e.a.s.t, firmer this time, showing her how worked up I was getting. I ran my palm over her hard n.i.p.p.l.e, teasing her back, wanting to give her a taste of the thrill she'd given me, pinching ever so slightly.

My hand mirrored hers, moving down her belly to slide inside her small white p.a.n.t.i.e.s. I needed to feel her. I pushed her back a little and took her n.i.p.p.l.e in my mouth, lubing it up and l.i.c.k.i.n.g in long strokes up and around it, just as my fingers found her c.l.i.t, hard and wet and ready for me. My tongue made rapid motions over her pert t.i.t.s, making her squirm and cry out.

"Mmmm yes!"

My teeth gently, gently bit and traced over her beautiful b.r.e.a.s.ts and I felt her getting wetter in my hand, just as I had in hers.

I lay her back on the bed so I could enjoy her more easily, leaning over her and taking her t.i.t.s in my hands, admiring the perfect body beneath me. I ran my pierced tongue over her n.i.p.p.l.e again, making her gasp with the feeling of the cold metal grazing her skin.

My lips kissed down her belly, enjoying every inch of her. I grasped the fabric of her p.a.n.t.i.e.s in my teeth and pulled them down, kissing her lower and lower, until finally taking her c.l.i.t in my eager mouth, looking up to meet her smiling eyes as I did. Her tender smooth skin felt amazing under my tongue. I could taste her forever, I was in heaven.

I teased her c.l.i.t as I had her n.i.p.p.l.e, round and round, taking note of every m.o.a.n and sign of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, paying close attention to her every need. My tongue made quick, precise circles and licked up and down, playing with her c.l.i.t. I could see her squeezing her own t.i.t.s in response, grasping the sheets. I alternated my mouth and my fingers, giving her different sensations, increasing the pressure. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened. I was lost in her p.u.s.s.y, living for her p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

I drew back to peel her p.a.n.t.i.e.s all the way off and buried myself between her legs again, I wanted to feel her on my face. I explored her whole beautiful p.u.s.s.y, circling her c.l.i.t, l.i.c.k.i.n.g slowly up and along her l.a.b.i.a, pushing my tongue deeper inside her. I placed my whole mouth over her most s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e spot and s.u.c.k.e.d, drinking in her wetness and excitement.

She started to grind on my face, arching her back and moving up and down, showing me what she needed as she got closer, m.o.a.ning and writhing and fluttering those perfect long lashes. I licked long and deep and rubbed her c.l.i.t faster with my fingers. I loved hearing her m.o.a.ns, knowing I was giving her the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e she needed. I pushed two fingers slowly inside, letting her get used to the feeling, before starting to f.u.c.k her slowly with them as my tongue licked her c.l.i.t faster and faster. Her hand grabbed my hair as she started to come, pushing my face deeper onto her. Her p.u.s.s.y squeezed and contracted around my fingers, making them wetter and wetter as her m.o.a.ns and sighs got louder. I studied her beautiful expression as she gave in, coming and grinding on my face.

She leant up to kiss me, opening her mouth and exploring mine with her tongue insistently, tasting herself on my lips. I wasn't done with her yet though. I pushed her onto her side and spooned her, bringing my fingers around her firm a.s.s and filling her p.u.s.s.y again. I curled my fingers, studying her face to see when she responded the most, massaging her g-spot and f.u.c.k.i.n.g her—deep, strong and rhythmic. Her fingers trailed down to play with her c.l.i.t, matching my pace, making her p.u.s.s.y squeeze again, riding her o.r.g.a.s.m towards another one. I f.u.c.k.e.d her faster, grinding my fingers, making her a.s.s shake under my hand. I felt her build up again, crying out louder this time, lower. She reached her hand behind to grasp my wrist, using my hand like a dildo to f.u.c.k herself hard. A long low m.o.a.n started in her c.h.e.s.t and up through her throat until she finally turned and grasped my face to kiss me as she came, shaking and shuddering as her p.u.s.s.y gushed onto my fingers and she fell back onto the pillow.

Her hand took mine and brought it to her lips, tasting herself again, l.i.c.k.i.n.g my fingers naughtily, kissing me so I could taste it too. I loved her dirty mind, her total joy and abandon.

Emboldened, she flipped me onto my back, kissing me passionately. I could feel her strength and how flushed and warm she was from coming. Her soft lips teased my n.i.p.p.l.es, l.i.c.k.i.n.g and driving me crazy all over again, alternating with her fingertips and varying the pressure.

Finally, she laughed at my needy pleading and sat back, tearing off my p.a.n.t.i.e.s and spreading my legs. I felt s.e.xy, graceful, comfortable—caught up in a moment of pure passion with her. The moment her lips met my pent-up p.u.s.s.y I cried out, turned on from watching her come and drinking her in. Her tongue moved in long licks along my whole vulva, deep and delicious. She took my c.l.i.t in her mouth and s.u.c.k.e.d, pulling gently and letting go before l.i.c.k.i.n.g me again. Her amazing tongue licked around my v.a.g.i.n.a, teasing the opening, sinking deep into me, filling me up. She grabbed my t.h.i.g.hs for purchase and thrust her tongue into me, grazing my a-spot and sending waves of warm p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e through my whole body.

She slowed down for a moment, not letting me come yet. Her hands spread my p.u.s.s.y to admire it for a moment, smiling and adoring. She pinpointed my exposed c.l.i.t with the tip of her tongue, l.i.c.k.i.n.g up beneath the hood, so s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e and amazing I almost couldn't take it. She chuckled at my squirming and released me, placing a finger slowly inside me and s.u.c.k.i.n.g and l.i.c.k.i.n.g me again, building up the pace.

I wanted to see her face. I lifted her head to kiss me, telling her to keep f.u.c.k.i.n.g me with her fingers, to let me come for her. She kissed me hard, as her fingers worked my p.u.s.s.y, plunging deep inside me to my g-spot, pulling almost all the way out again before thrusting back in, faster and harder, responding to my contractions and breathless gasps of ecstasy. Her palm rubbed over my c.l.i.t as her fingers f.u.c.k.e.d me, stimulating my whole p.u.s.s.y until I was just lying there caught in the moment, powerless to do anything but m.o.a.n. I clutched at the bedsheets as she took my n.i.p.p.l.e in her mouth, tipping me over the edge. She held me as my back arched and my eyes closed, telling me to come. Losing myself, I melted completely, screaming and writhing, under her spell.

As I came back down to earth she licked my c.l.i.t again, sending aftershocks through me. She buried her face in my wetness, enjoying her effect. She didn't want to stop there, however, pushing two fingers back into my still-trembling p.u.s.s.y to f.u.c.k me again, making me ride the wave, to take more for her. I twined my fingers in her curly hair and held her on my c.l.i.t as she f.u.c.k.e.d me faster and faster, showing her how to make me come again.

I had no sense of space and time, filling the room with my cries. Somewhere in the back of my head I wondered if the people in the street could hear us. I felt blinded by the seemingly never-ending waves of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, crushing Tessa's fingers as my whole body tensed and convulsed. I was barely aware when she flipped my body over with her strong arms, spreading me out on my belly and lifting my a.s.s up to plunge her tongue into my dripping, still-coming p.u.s.s.y from behind.

Her firm tongue licked along my l.a.b.i.a and around my v.a.g.i.n.a before pressing herself into me as far as she could, covering her face with my juices as she continued to drive me absolutely wild. She built up a hard, fast rhythm, f.u.c.k.i.n.g my tight, hyper-s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e c.u.n.t with her tongue. It seemed she didn't want to let me go until I was completely overwhelmed. Her hands grabbed my a.s.s, bounding it back towards her.

She pulled back and started rubbing her c.l.i.t with the flat of her fingers. I was a squealing mess, holding onto the sheets for dear life. Biting my a.s.s, she kept me in place, putty in her hands. She slapped my p.u.s.s.y playfully, showing me I'm all hers, laughing at my neverending o.r.g.a.s.m that she totally controlled. Her fingers went back inside me for one final, relentless push, and I gripped my b.r.e.a.s.t till it hurt as I gasped and cried out, shaking and coming, finally, thoroughly spent.

She laughed, well aware of her powers, happy with her successful conquest. Her arms surrounded me as she lay down and spooned my quivering body. She kissed my neck and my lips, making me finally open my eyes, coming back to the room and gazing wondrously at her. She was a goddess, bathed in the dying afternoon light, holding me gently in her magical hands. My skin felt electric as she stroked me lazily. I thought of her fingers on the guitar the night before, how mesmerising they'd been, like I knew what she could do with them.

"I'm really glad you came to my show last night."

I laughed, it was such an understatement. The joy I was feeling was indescribable, I wanted to lie there forever.

"Haha… yeah.. me too."

I think we fell asleep kissing, fingers and limbs entwined. It was more than I ever could have dreamed of. A perfect, gorgeous afternoon, and one I will never forget.

Ends