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Fuck me good babyIt was 3 AM and my bed sheets were a messy lump under my back. I was tired. It had been a tiring day — get up early in the morning, make breakfast, work eight hours, go to movies with boyfriend, have a screaming fight with boyfriend outside of movie theatre, throw drink at boyfriend, cry after being dumped, rip up photos of us as a couple … all very tiring work.Like I said, I was tired. Exhausted even. So why couldn’t I sleep?I knew why, even if a part of me didn’t want to admit it to myself. I needed that bastard. I wasn’t used to sleeping alone, and to top it all off, I was horny. My body was used to the rhythm of the nightly fuck, and now longed for it badly. I had tried to masturbate earlier, but his image kept flashing into my mind, and I would just get angry instead of pleased.Well, I certainly wasn’t getting to sleep the current way. Maybe I would spend the night up watching Gilmore Girls on DVD, crying into a tub of ice cream. That would certainly be cliché enough, and it was my plan as I got out of bed and turned on the light. But as I flicked on my light and reached for a shirt to fend off the night’s cold, a photo caught my eye. It was of me and my friend Carrie, arms around each other, smiling with surprising sincerity. Her girlfriend that week (I’m barely exaggerating when I’m saying that she had a different girlfriend every week, proving that lesbians can be just as sluttish as any straight girl — not that that’s a bad thing) was a remnant on the edge of the photograph. Cropped out.And I remembered an offer, made in painful earnestness, a few years ago when we were in college.Listen Natasha, I know you’re straight as a ruler and all that, but if you ever change your mind … and I do mean any time … give me a call.She had confessed she loved me back then, barely holding back tears, and I felt as though I had an unsavoury task thrust on me. Carrie had been my friend since middle school, and I had to break her heart. But that offer, that promise, stuck in my mind, even now.There were a million reasons not to, but I called her.After four rings, Carrie answered, with a confused mumble I couldn’t translate into words.”Carrie?””Natalie?” she said, her words slowly beginning more distinct. “Can’t this wait until morning?”I took a deep breath, knowing I had reached my Rubicon. “I want you, Carrie. Now.”When you think these events ahead in your mind, it’s like you’re living in a movie, where the audience has just seen this promise half an hour earlier. But it took some time for Carrie to figure out what I was talking about, and I had to jog her memory a bit. When she did realize it, she fell silent.”Jesus, Natalie,” she said. “You’re a hell of a woman, you know that? After all these years of me trying to get over you, all of a sudden you decide you’re not so 100% straight after all?””Ty left me,” I said. “And I just don’t want to be alone right now. I want to hold somebody.””And I’m your next best choice, huh?” Carrie snapped.My head sunk. “I’m sorry,” I whispered into the phone. “I shouldn’t have called.”There was a long pause. I wondered if Carrie had hung up. Then she spoke. “You’re lucky you’re so damned cute. I’ll be over in fifteen minutes. But promise me one thing, okay? Now that you’ve called me and said ‘yes’, I don’t want to hear any more ‘no’s. If we’re doing this, it has to be real, and it has to be complete.”I nodded quickly, and then realized that we were on the phone. “Yes, yes, of course. Thank you.”Carrie laughed. “I should be thanking you, Natalie. Get ready to be ravished.”It was fifteen minutes of anxious, sudden worry. I spent most of it staring out at the streets, empty except for drunks stumbling home. I wondered what it would be like. I worried that I would disappoint Carrie, break her heart again. I wondered whether I was really straight or gay or just desperate. Most of all, I wished Carrie would hurry up and get here.Strangely enough, then, her arrival set off another panic in me. I welcomed Carrie in with a nervous standard greeting, trying to act like everything was normal. She was obviously wearing last night’s clothes — a crinkled dark green blouse and black mini-skirt. Obviously someone had been out clubbing. Her dull red leather handbag swung from her forearm. She wore bangs under her eyes and a wry smile.”Carrie the emergency dyke, reporting for duty,” she joked.I sighed, trying to settle my nerves. Did I find Carrie attractive? I scanned her body surreptitiously, bursa escort trying to figure it out. Her orangeish-red hair was loose, hanging down to about her shoulders, a kind of unsettling median between short and long. Carrie had broad shoulders and a brawny body, with shapely tits that jutted out of her chest like daggers. Probably not the Playboy centerfold type. But that wasn’t the question. Did I really want to have sex with this woman?”Listen,” I said. “This is probably a bad idea. If you don’t want to—”Carrie closed the distance between us in two steps, and kissed me. Her lips were still cool from the night wind but tasted fresh. Her eyes were closed and she threw herself into the kiss — not her tongue, but her head, pressing up against me, nose to nose, brow to brow, serenely closed eyelid to wide open eye. In Carrie’s kiss were years of longing, with the dread of years more, all revealed to me. It was a kiss that hope rested upon.She broke from me eventually, leaving me gasping for air, her hands holding onto my shoulders. “What did I tell you about saying no,” said Carrie.I stepped back into my bedroom, Carrie’s long arms d****d around me. The worries, the uncertainty was all there, but the nerves were gone. This wasn’t a betrayal of me or a life-changing decision. It was just two bodies doing what bodies do best. And if those two bodies happened to be female, then so what?Carrie dipped me like a dancer and softly laid me down on my bed, on top of those twisted and tormented sheets. She dropped her purse next to the bed and pulled her blouse over her head, dropping it next to the bed. Then her bra, skirt, and panties. The moonlight didn’t reveal much, just flashes of skin — a bare shoulder blade, soft creamy skin, a blush-red nipple.Then she climbed on top of me. I shivered as I felt the warmth of her skin and the poke of her hard nipples through my thin layer of clothing. Carrie leaned down and nibbled at my ear, alternately sucking the lobe and batting at it with her teeth.”I’ve played this out in my head so many times,” Carrie said. “Just lie back and enjoy, Natalie.” And then she kissed my ear, and kissed my cheek softly, until she reached my mouth. Carrie turned sideways and captured my lips with hers, her tongue spearing into my mouth and exploring its contours and its wet, sensitive sister.Slowly, I began to respond. My tongue flicked up against hers, retracing the French-kissing practise of my teenage years. I groped up her flank until I found one of those firm, fleshy breasts, and slowly caressed it like I did to mine when I masturbated. Carrie groaned charitably into my mouth as her body shifted and writhed against mine. I was starting to feel hot, claustrophobic in my clothes.Carrie arched her back up and my hands latched onto her breasts, clumsily pawing. I felt like a teenage boy. Like an awkward virgin again.I felt her hot breath on my face, and then she straddled my waist, sitting upright. The streetlight outside the window revealed her nude body in full for the first time. It was like a work of art. She reached down and pulled at the old shirt I had thrown on. I took the cue and stretched my arms up, allowing her to peel it off me. Carrie unclipped my bra and tossed it aside. My nipples were hard little peaks, my small breasts aching, and I couldn’t blame it on the cold.Carrie gave me a quick, promising peck on the cheek and then slid down my body. She wasn’t wasting time with a trail of kisses; she had her two targets, red-ringed and everything. Carrie latched onto my right breast and sucked with a surprising force, tongue pressing against my rocky nipple. With her hands she sought my shorts and panties and made quick work of them, pulling them down to my ankles.We were nude together, and there were a thousand stimuli flooding my body at once. Every inch of hot flesh pressed against hot flesh was a separate image, a separate pleasure, and I wished I could stop and take them all in one by one, but all I could do was stand and look at the big picture. A very, very nice picture. Carrie scooped me up with surprising strength and planted me down in a sitting position. I began to shiver. In the instant we separated, my nervousness has returned to me.Carrie was on her hands and knees, looking at me expectantly. I waited for her to move, but she was stuck like a gargoyle, her breasts hanging down in the moonlight. We stood there for what could have only been a few mersin escort seconds, but felt like much longer.”Spread your legs, Natalie,” she said.Oh! Of course. I kicked off my pants that had pooled around my ankles and opened up my gates. Seeming to savour the anticipation, Carrie leaned in slowly to settle her head in between my thighs. She stretched herself out on my bed. Obviously she intended to be at this a while. I could feel her hot breath dance nebulously against my inner lips, brushing my wiry pubic hair and whipping up my desire. Carrie took a long sniff, drinking in my scent. Like an alchemist, she had turned my apprehension into impatience.Then, finally, Carrie shifted forward that crucial half-inch, and kissed me on the lower lips. A shiver passed through my whole body. She suckled on my pussy, adoring it, slowly licking the lips, capturing bits of flesh between her lips and giving them a firm suck and a gentle bite. Entirely u*********sly I was pressing my hips up, grinding my cunt into Carrie’s face, desperate for her attentions. She giggled, and then started going to town on me in earnest.I’ve had guys go down on me, each one of them caring but somewhat self-righteous about it, as if they were a great gender progressive just for eating pussy. But Carrie was so much better than any of them. Her tongue was somewhere everything at once, slipping into my pussy and licking at my clit, both gentle and ravishing.”Oh god … oh god…”She pulled me away from the brink of orgasm so many times, leaving me whimpering and begging for more. At the heights of pleasure, I hate to admit, Carrie vanished from my mind entirely. There was just me, and pleasure, responding to my every whim before I even had it, a primal force enwrapping me and making me feel, for the first time in my life, whole.And then I came.”Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck…” My words dissolved into a primal scream. My fingers wildly spasmed and clutched the bed sheets beneath me. And there was an explosion of pleasure, radiating from my womanhood, ransacking its way through my body until I collapsed into a shuddering heap.And then Carrie looked up at me from between my legs, her face shining with my juices, looking up at me with a big goofy grin on my face. Carrie, whose heart I had broken with my stubbornness, who had stayed by me so many years despite my abuse — coming out of the shower in only a towel, going on and on about my sex life — unintentional but still hurtful. I saw it all so clearly now. Why hadn’t I done this years before?”I’m sorry, Carrie,” I said. I reached down and stroked her shoulder. Touching her still felt awkward. “I’m sorry.”Carrie laughed. “No need to apologize for that, Natalie.””No, not that, that was great,” I said. “But … everything. Over the years. You’ve been way too good to me.”Carrie stroked my cheek. “Well, the thing about love is that it kind of trumps everything.” She leaned in and gave me a strangely chaste kiss.”You still love me?””Since the day I met you, and probably until the day I die.”My gut did flips. Love? What the fuck was I supposed to do with her love? I had barely taken my first steps into this strange sapphic world, and was already burdened with undying love. What could I say to that, still on a post-orgasmic high, uncertain whether I would still feel the same way tomorrow?Carrie was unaware of my internal dilemma. She kissed me again, this time hungrily, her tongue prying open my lips and invitingly licking its sister. “Now,” she said in a husky voice. “Let’s really fuck.”She reached down to the bedside and rummaged through her purse, producing from it a purple dildo. I was honestly surprised she fit the thing in there. The purse, I mean. The artificial dick must have been a foot and a half, and thick, too … double-ended, I noticed eventually.Carrie wiggled an eyebrow. “What do you say?”I blanched. “Jesus, I dunno Carrie…” The dildo made the whole thing seem so common, so vulgar, so… pornographic. It was the death of romance, painted bright purple.”You said you wouldn’t say no.”I had said that, hadn’t I? The words stung. “It’s just … I don’t really feel comfortable with something like that. I’m sorry. Do what you have to.”There was a pregnant pause, and then Carrie sighed and stood up. The bed creaked, relieved of her pressure. She reached towards her pile of clothes and started getting dressed. “I’m not going to force you or anything, Natalie. That wasn’t a promise sakarya escort or anything, just … a hope.”I could hear it in her voice … frustration, resignation, her hope and love tonight spoiled once again. I just couldn’t be that girl anymore.I reached out and caught Carrie by the arm. “Forget I said anything. I said I wanted you tonight, and I still do … and if a big purple dildo is included, I’ll just have to accept that.”Carrie looked at me a minute, maybe trying to see if I was serious, and then let her panties drop again. “You won’t regret this.” With the toy in hand, she climbed back into bed. She lay on top of me, her nipples rubbing against my nipples, her crotch against my crotch, her lips against my lips. It turns out being practically the same height had more uses than just sharing clothes.This time I tried to give as well as I got, sneaking my tongue into the cavern of her mouth while my hands roamed her backside. I grabbed one of her buns and gave it a little squeeze, eliciting a giggle out of her. Carrie dipped her hands into the intersection of our deltas and felt around.”Well, you’re obviously nice and ready,” Carrie said. “But I’m just about as wet. Do you know how fucking horny I got, eating you out, listening to you come? By my tongue — a woman’s tongue. God, you get me hot Natalie? Do you know how many times I’ve masturbated, shoving this bad boy, or at least something like it, in my cunt, thinking about fucking you?”I shook my head. I was surprised by how much I wanted her, and how turned on I was by the dirty talk.”Neither do I. Lost count ages ago.” Carrie’s laugh was husky and thrilling. She lifted up the dildo, looming like a behemoth in the darkness. “You ready, baby?””Ready as I’ll ever be.”Carrie sat up again, and began slowly squeezing the dildo into my pussy. She rubbed my clit as she did so, making me moan involuntarily. It was hard and slid in easily, even if it was a bit cold. And then it just kept going. And going.”God, it’s so big…””My cock’s pretty huge, isn’t it?””Carrie, shut up and fuck me.” It was just banter, but after I said it I realized I really meant it.She threw her legs up, like she was mounting a horse, and sank down onto the other end of the artificial cock. As it slid into her, inch by inch, she made little gasps and gulps, slowly adjusting to being filled. It was … cute. Our nether lips almost touched, separated by only a couple inches of rubber.We stayed that way for a short while, enjoying the sensation of being full. Then Carrie slowly began to rock back and forth. As she fucked herself she fucked me as well, driving the dildo in and out of my pussy. I groaned. Now this was a more familiar rhythm.I began thrusting back, until eventually I was returning Carrie’s force in full. That doesn’t really describe the experience, though. It wasn’t tender and loving; it was almost a form of combat. Our hips slammed against each other, frantically gasping for that next hit of pleasure. We grabbed at each other — breasts, hips, faces, anything — alternately caressing and clawing. Carrie and I were face to face, and we never stopped looking at each other, seeing the other one grunt and strain and then seeing their face slowly lose coherence as it melted into a sea of bliss.We flipped over at some point, and for the first time I was on top. I looked down at Carrie then, framed by the moonlight, eyes piercing back at me, breasts bouncing with the motion, and she was beautiful. How had I never noticed how beautiful she was before?I fucked her. She fucked me. We fucked each other and we fucked ourselves. We just fucked. When orgasm took Carrie I almost didn’t notice. There were no screams or exultations to the deity, just her eyes shutting and her mouth forming an “O”. Her body was wild against me, spasming, while her face showed deep, eternal calm. And then I realized, surprised, that I was coming to, and just had to yell out.”Fuck yes! Carrie! Yes!”Afterwards we were both sucking in air deeply, the dildo lost somewhere in the tangle of sheets. Carrie was spooning me, her arms wrapped around my waist, holding me in a more protective than sexual manner.”See, that wasn’t so bad,” said Carrie.I laughed. “The lesson I have learned tonight is that I should always go along with your ideas.””The lesson I have learned tonight is that you can never give up hope,” Carrie said.It was uncomfortably earnest, and made me think about tomorrow morning. “Carrie … I can’t say what’s going to happen tomorrow. I can’t say that I’ve converted to lesbianism or that I’m in love with you. But I really enjoyed tonight. And I promise you that I’ll never regret making that call.”We drifted into slumber without saying another word. But Carrie fell asleep with a smile on her face.
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