A/N: Thank you to my betas, siouxchef & TwilightMundi.
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Saturday night. I fucking love Saturday nights. Well, I used to. I'd just moved back to Salt Lake after graduating from Vassar with my Bachelor's in Dance. I don't know what the hell I'm going to actually do with a BA in Dance, but that's neither here nor there.
I loved being in New York, but I knew almost instantly that it wasn't where I wanted to settle down forever. The night life was great, but I missed my parents and brothers terribly, so when one of my brothers came back, I decided to move back home, too. Not literally, god no, just in the same general geographic area. I had a little apartment downtown, while I figured things out.
I knew I wanted to wear my strappy silver heels and do a little dancing, so I paired them with a maroon tank dress that clung to my curves nicely. Grabbing a silver clutch from the closet, I added some silver bangles to my arm. I swiped on a little mascara and clear gloss, and I was out the door.
I called a car to take me the short drive to the club, Paper Something. I hadn't scouted all of the lesbian haunts in this town, mostly because growing up, I spent my time hiding in the closet. I even dated a few nice Mormon boys before they clued in that I wasn't at all interested. I genuinely tried in college, going “all the way” with a guy, Trevor. Hey, I even did it more than once; that took patience. Looking back, I know it was just to try and please my parents.
My poor parents were hoping it was a phase. I caught my mom crying once. She must have wondered what she'd done wrong to get not one, but two gay kids. I tried to reassure her that it just meant she raised us right – raised us to believe in ourselves and be who we really were, knowing they would always love us. I promised her she'd still get to help me plan my wedding and see her grandbabies, and I meant it. I had no clue what my brother planned to do, but I knew I wanted the white picket fence and all the shit that goes along with it.
I almost wished I could go back in time. I missed the warmth of my last girlfriend, Sasha. We were together for three years, through the last of our college days, but she just wasn't interested in what I wanted from life – stability, a home, maybe a few kids. No, toward the end, mostly she was interested in fucking, coke, and Jack. Not in that order.
It had been a while since I'd been with anyone. I moved back after graduation, three months ago, and had been too busy with other things to even go out once. Three months of no pussy. Sigh.
The monthly bill for the car service was taken care of by my parents with the understanding that us kids could use it when needed. When the driver opened the door, I just stepped out into the night with a soft “thank you” to him. It was getting a little chilly outside – it was September, fall, the best time of year. I took in a deep breath and paid the girl at the door for my entrance.
I was a little nervous; it had been so long since I'd been in the dating scene. I knew the choices would be more narrow due to the location. There was a thriving gay scene, but still, nothing topped New York (except maybe San Francisco). Plus, in New York you got the barsexuals to play with.
Once I was inside, I ordered a drink from the bar; dirty martini, extra olives. As I swished the briny drink in my mouth, I was reminded of the slightly salty, tangy taste of women that I loved so much. Fuck, I really need to get laid.
I gulped back the rest of my drink and made my way to the dance floor. It didn't take long for me to get into a happy dancing groove, so I was almost in a trance when someone tapped my shoulder.
“Tanya! Where've you been, bitch?”
I pulled her into a hard hug. Tanya had been a family friend since... well, forever, it felt like.
“Oh, I've been around, Alice. I heard you moved back to town. How are you?”
She moved closer to dance and chat with me. The music was just loud enough that we had to be against each other to hear. I hoped Tanya didn't take it as anything more than two old friends catching up.
“I'm great, Tanya. Single and loving it. You know how that is.”
Keep telling yourself that, Alice.
“How are you?” I asked, trying to divert her attentions away from me as she ground against my body in a not-so-sexy way. “Weren't you dating someone last time we talked?”
She rolled her eyes at me. “Oh, I was, but she's such a player, you know the type... Never keeps a girl longer than a week. It's like we have a shelf life or something.”
She laughed that nasal laugh of hers and it made me remember why I couldn't be near her for long. I had briefly considered taking her home, then realized I wasn't that desperate. Yet.
“Actually, she's here tonight, if you can fucking believe it.”
“Really? Dish, girl, tell me which one she is?”
She rose up on her tip toes and pointed discreetly.
“Hmm, I was just talking to her before I spotted you. See that girl over there, in the black dress? That's her. I can see your wheels turning already, Alice...” She shook her head at me and laughed. “Well, have fun, but don't say I didn't warn you.” She winked, gave me a hug, and walked off.
She was right, the wheels were turning indeed. Fuck, that woman is hot. Her dress was tight, she had full breasts and her legs went on and on, right on down to her gorgeous patent heels.
I locked eyes with the goddess and smiled. I could tell she was interested, so I pulled a bold move (for me). I walked right up to her, wrapped my arms around her waist and began dancing with her, no words needed. I inhaled and she smelled of strawberries and vodka. I would have done anything to take her home in that moment.
She was just the type of woman I went for – soft, feminine, pretty. Her body was clearly in good shape, her hair was pulled back so I couldn't gauge just how long it was, but from what I could see, it was beautiful. She was taller than me, but who isn't? Even in my heels, I'm vertically challenged. I was instantly attracted to her and I felt my nipples get hard as we swayed to the beat of the slow song, my mind consumed by thoughts of seeing her out of that dress, moaning my name in ecstasy.
I tried to remind myself of what Tanya said – this wasn't a keeper. She was a one night stand. Was I ready to fall back into those? Could I let this fucking magnificent woman out of my grip after just one night? I was willing to take the risk, but I wanted this moment to last. I didn't get all prettied up for two dances and a quick fuck.
When the song changed to something faster, my dream girl tugged my hand and pulled me over to the bar. WTF? I want more dancing. I gave her my signature pout, hoping she would cave. She smiled at me and I was lost again, dreaming of those full lips all over my body. Focus, Alice. For fuck's sake.
“Ladies, what can I get for you?” the bartender asked.
“Two Naughty Angels, please,” Dream Girl said.
Oh fuck. She probably thinks that cheesyass drink order works on all the pussy in here. Not me, not even with those full fucking lips. Now that I knew she was into me, though, I decided to make her work a little.
“Oh, I think I've already got two of those in front of me,” the bartender laughed. “Coming right up, Bella.”
“Bella?” I tried my best to sound seductive as I ran a fingertip up and down her arm.
“That's right, Bella. And you are?”
“Alice. I hope you didn't think dragging me off the dance floor and bringing me over here to order a cheesy drink was all you'd have to do to get into my panties. Oh, wait. I might not be wearing panties.”
Take that, naughty angel.
I turned and walked away, back to the dance floor. I made sure my back was to the bar as I began to dance, so she would have to look a little harder than normal for me. I smiled widely when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“What the fuck?” my angel yelled. Oh, she's hot when she's pissed.
I turned to her, everything and everyone else in the room disappearing.
“Did you really think you could just buy me some poorly named drink and take me home to fuck? I'm not that kind of girl. Trust me, I'm worth the work. If you're just out here trolling for skank, I'm sure there are plenty of those around. What's it going to be?”
I tapped my shoe loudly on the dance floor when I was done speaking. Bella looked a little nervous, and I admit, I was a tiny bit afraid she might just turn and walk away.
Instead, she pulled me into her body, lowering her head to my ear. She pressed those lips into a soft kiss below my ear, then spoke.
“I never thought you were a skank, beautiful. I simply wanted to take you to the bar and get to know you a little better. From the moment I first saw you, I wanted to lick you up and down and make you scream my name. If that might be something you're interested in, you know where you can find me.”
When she softly bit at my neck before letting me go and turning to walk away, I knew I was done for. I didn't even care if it was just one night; I had to have this girl.
I couldn't let her get out of my sight, so I decided to give up on the game. I closed the short distance between us and slipped my hand into hers. She stopped walking. Thank god. When she turned back to me, I gave her my biggest grin.
“Let's dance. I want to see what kind of moves you have before I potentially waste a night on you,” I said with a wink.
We pressed against each other again and moved to the slow music. Her hands roamed my back and I traced around her bare skin with my fingertips. I could feel her goosebumps and then she moaned softly, pressing her upper body into mine. Her hard nipples were up against me and I wondered if we'd even make it home before I could control my urge to lick her head to toe.
“What's it going to take to get you out of here, sweetheart?” she practically purred in my ear, placing soft kisses around the base of my neck.
“I like to dance, sue me. I didn't get all dressed up just to take these clothes right back off. If you're still here after a few more dances, I'll be yours for the night. Do you have the patience to wait for me?”
Please oh please say yes.
“All night, if your game is as good as your talk. Can I wait for you at the bar?”
“Only if you promise not to take your eyes off me. I'm going to give you a little show. Would you like that, my sweet Bella?”
She lowered her lips to mine and kissed me with urgency and need, and I knew right then that I wasn't going home alone.
I broke the kiss. “I'll take that as a yes.”
Bella nodded and smiled at me before walking back to the bar. After she sat, she crossed her legs and I saw the slit that went all the way to her fucking hip. Oh, right, I'm supposed to be giving her a show.
I turned back around and noticed a group of women surrounding me. None of them held a tenth of the appeal that Bella did, but I let my mouth get ahead of me. I pulled the girl closest to me into my body and danced with her, trying to make it sensual for Bella.
A faster song came on and I danced with a new partner. When the song was over, I leaned in and whispered in her ear, thanking her for the dance. I admit it, I wanted to see how long it would take for Bella to come back and get me from the dance floor. Yep, I'm a tease.
A beautiful blonde girl came up behind me and put her hands on my hips. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back onto her shoulders, swinging my hips to her lead. I slid my hands behind me, up and along the blonde's sides, then wrapped them around her neck. Bringing her lips down to my mouth, I gave her a quick kiss. Maybe this will get her attention.
I opened my eyes and looked right at Bella, winking. She smiled and mouthed “tease” back at me. I threw my head back again and laughed, pressing my hips back into the blonde.
When the song was over, I turned around and danced with a new girl, face-to-face. This was a slower song, so we were pressed up against each other, my hands running through the girl's long dark hair. I noticed Bella had turned away from us and I started to pout again. I guess I'm going to have to be the one to give in.
I could see Bella talking to the bartender and I walked up in time to hear her ask, “You feelin' okay, Bella?”
Before she could respond, I ran my fingernails lightly across her bare back. This dress is going to be off in two point five seconds when we get privacy. I can't wait.
“She feels just fine to me.”
I began to place soft kisses along Bella's shoulder blade, then hopped up and sat in the chair next to her with a pout.
“You stopped watching.”
“You were just torturing me! A girl can only take so much,” she said.
“How about we go back to your place now and see exactly how much you can take?”
She paid her drink bill and we walked outside to hail a taxi. I let her take the lead on where we were going since I still wasn't entirely unpacked and moved in. Besides, who wants to have apartment wall neighbors listening in when you're about to have hot sex with an even hotter woman? I heard her give the address to the driver and knew from the coordinates that she lived in Sugar House. Nice.
We got to her house and it was cute from the outside; it fit right into the neighborhood. Small, brick, not over the top. She paid the driver and we got out, holding hands. It took everything I had to let her get the door unlocked and open before I attacked her.
“Alice, let me at least get the door closed and locked, okay?”
She had a light tone in her voice that said she was enjoying my enthusiasm. I heard the lock click and ran my hands along her back. I fucking love this dress. I moved my hands around her back and slipped them under the material on the sides, cupping her breasts, playing with her nipples. Her head fell forward and rested on the door as she let out a groan.
“Bella, I let you get the door locked... now it's my time.”
I wanted her so badly, hoping she was going to give me a great night. I tugged at her nipples, just hard enough to let her know how much I needed her.
She moved a little and I let her go, sliding my hands along her skin, relishing the feeling of her softness under mine.
“Would you like a glass of wine?” she asked.
I cocked my head to the side and looked at her curiously.
“Really? You worked all night to get me here and now you want to sit by the fire, have wine and talk?”
She laughed, I presumed at my bluntness.
“Okay, point well taken. How about we take off these shoes and get a little more comfortable, then?”
“Now that sounds like a plan.”
I followed her, unsure of where she was going, hoping and praying it was someplace we could lay back and get to know each other.
“Make yourself comfortable on the bed, I'll just be a minute.”
I had not ever been so grateful for my love of lingerie as I was at that moment. I took pride in my body and I liked to show it off in frilly bits of lace, silk, and satin. That night, I had picked a black lace bra and panty set with pink lace and bow accents.
She took so long, I was almost worried Bella wasn't coming back, when I saw her turn the corner. She was wearing what could only be classified as a scrap of silk accented with lace, held up by two of the smallest spaghetti straps in existence. Her full breasts were overflowing the top and I could almost see the top of her thighs through the lower lace. I tried my best to control myself, but a little purr escaped through my lips as she stalked towards me.
“You. Are. So. Fucking. Hot.” I nearly had to sit on my hands to stop myself from jumping up and taking her right there on the floor.
She climbed over the end of the bed, and began kissing my feet. She kissed each toe and I wondered if this was all part of her seduction plan. She sure is going through a great deal of effort for a one night stand – didn't she realize already that I was a sure thing?
She kissed the arch of my foot and began to rub circles with her thumbs along the soles of my feet, then traced her fingers up my calves. I can't wait for those hands to be all over me. It felt nice to lay back and have someone touch me softly. I expected her to be rough and quick. This was more than I could have hoped for.
My head was involuntarily tilted back, my mouth slightly open, and my breathing had increased. She started tickling her way up to my knees and when she got to my thighs, she spread my legs slightly. She seemed to hum in approval at what she saw and I was thankful that I had not skipped my Friday wax appointment.
Her head moved closer and I felt the cold air as she drew in a breath, then placed a wet, open mouthed kiss at the top of my lace covered pussy. I couldn't control myself anymore, I thrust my hips softly into her and I felt her moan against me. Ah, that's the noise I want to hear over and over.
“I thought you said you weren't wearing panties, Alice? Should I punish you for lying to me?”
I laughed. “I said I might not be wearing panties. You're welcome to punish me anyway, though.” Whatever, wherever, whenever. I'm hooked on her already, shit.
“You are a naughty little minx, aren't you? Teasing me all night, making me work for it.”
She was nibbling on my thigh, working her way back toward my wet pussy. I thought I might come on the spot when she brought her hand up and lightly slapped my mound, making me moan in both pleasure and frustration. She brought her hand down again, slightly harder and right over my clit, and kept it there, slowly rubbing up and down over my panties.
“You like that, my little minx? Just wait, I'm going to have you screaming my name by the time the sun comes up.”
“Please,” I whispered.
Where did my fucking voice go?
“Please what, Alice?”
I could hear the enjoyment she was getting out of teasing me and I just didn't care. She could tease me all night as long as she followed it up.
“Please don't stop what you're doing,” I begged.
“Oh, I don't plan to, sweetheart. Lift up those delicious hips, please. I want to get these panties off and taste you.”
I raised my hips as instructed, and she pulled my panties down so fucking slowly.
“Okay, bra next.”
I sat up and unclasped my bra, letting it fall down my arms and onto the floor.
“I'm suddenly feeling a little overdressed at this party,” I teased.
She moved closer, kneeling in front of me.
“If you want my clothes off, you're going to have to take them off of me, Alice.”
Finally, my turn to tease her.
I ran my hands up the insides of her thighs, moving them around to the outside as I reached where they met her body. She lifted her body up slightly, giving me access to slide my hands around to her ass. I grabbed her, pulling her toward me, and she landed with her hands on either side of my shoulders. Fuck teasing.
She leaned over and her kiss was full of need.
“Alice, if you want to undress me you better do it quickly because I'm moving back to where I was in about 10 seconds.”
I let her sit back up and I slid the silk up and off her body, throwing it over the bed to join my bra and panties. Leaning over, I swirled my tongue across her nipple, sucking it into my mouth. I could feel her hands on my nipples and she pulled on them gently before letting go and pushing me back onto the bed. She smiled up at me as she began to trail kisses down my body. Finally.
She went so fucking slowly, I almost screamed in frustration. She was licking, sucking, biting me the whole way, and I started to whimper.
She moved back between my legs, moving them apart, my feet flat on the bed. I was exposed and open and so fucking ready for everything she was willing to give me.
Her hands moved back up my thighs and her fingertips spread my lips. She leaned down and blew a soft breath against my clit before she buried her tongue inside of me. Fuck, fuck, fuck, so good. She moaned into me and I cried out. She took her warm tongue back out of me and started kissing my lips, sucking them into her mouth one at a time, nibbling.
One of her hands was still at the top of my pussy, and I felt her body shift. She slipped just the tip of her finger into me and back out, then ran it up and down the length of my pussy before dipping in again. The second time her finger was buried and withdrawn, she added another, bringing me quickly to the brink by fucking me gently, slowly (dare I say lovingly?) with her fingers.
She lowered her mouth again and began making out with my pussy, giving me soft, open kisses. Her fingers were still slowly pumping in and out of me as I felt her tongue reach out to flick my clit side to side. She wrapped her delicious mouth around my clit and sucked it between her soft lips. God, it's so different with her. So strange to be with someone new after all this time.
Writhing against her, I moaned with the built-up need of my release. I felt her begin to stroke my g-spot and almost came unhinged. I nearly yelped when I felt her teeth scrape lightly against my clit.
“Mmm, Alice, you are so sexy right now. I want you,” lick “to come,” lick “in my mouth,” lick “please.”
She increased her pace of her finger fucking and I arched my back, letting my orgasm take over with a scream. I didn't care who the fuck could hear me, that was hands down one of the best orgasms of my life. Even once it was over, she gently lapped at me and kissed all around my throbbing pussy as she withdrew her fingers. On the way back up, she kissed my thighs, licking now and then. This somehow didn't strike me as the one-time sexin' of a pussy whore. I admit, I was confused.
I had no time to really think about it, though, as she began to lick my nipples, pulling back to blow cold air over them. She looked up at me through her lashes and I couldn't help it, I wondered how I was going to get by without her.
We were facing each other as she laid next to me. My arm was stretched out underneath her, her leg hitched up and curled over my body possessively. She slid an arm underneath me and her other hand was making random paths across my chest, reaching out to gently touch my nipples periodically.
She leaned down and kissed me softly as her hands caressed along my neck and back down to my breasts. She teased and pulled my nipples until they were hard and I was arching my back into her touch.
“Sweet Bella, you were so nice to me. I want to be nice to you, too. I know your type, though, and I bet you have some fun toys around here. Where do you keep your toys, Bella?”
She pointed to the nightstand on my side of the bed. I looked around in the drawer and saw some very interesting things, but nothing caught my eye like the beautiful piece of glass. What the hell is this, I wondered when I first saw it.
“This looks interesting. This is a sex toy, not a piece of art, huh?” I laughed and straightened myself up on the bed.
“Oh, I promise. It's a glass dildo. Have you ever played around with them?”
I shook my head. Glass?! I confess, I was glad it was going into her and not me. Who wants glass inserted into them? Yikes.
“They're so much fun, easy to clean, sterilize, and they warm up to your body temperature. If you're impatient or very cold, you can warm them in water first, but you have to be careful not to make it too warm. Can you imagine going to the hospital with internal vag burns? Not a fun night. The texture is obviously very smooth and slick, and that little curved head is just the right angle to hit some happy places. See the hearts? They aren't just for decoration, they provide an interesting texture and friction.”
Okay, she likes her toys, then... I bet if I worship them in the same way, that will really get her going.
I started to stroke the fake dick, and in a genius (if I do say so myself) flash of inspiration, I brought it up to my lips. Pooling saliva in my mouth for a minute before I parted them, I slowly took it in my mouth. I heard Bella groan and delighted that she was reacting how I'd hoped. I slid the warm glass out of my mouth.
I couldn't hold the smile back as I asked, “Jealous?”
“More than a little.”
I took the slick glass and ran it over Bella's nipple, then down her stomach. She laid back and closed her eyes, her legs spreading open. That's an invitation if I've ever seen one. Just as I was letting my eyes roam down her body to the pussy I couldn't wait to taste, I noticed it. It was small and I wasn't sure what it even was until I leaned over and got up close.
I turned my head to look up at her. “Acta non verba?”
The only other person I knew geeky enough to get a tattoo in Latin was my brother.
“It means action not words,” she explained.
“I know what it means. It's just an interesting expression to get tattooed forever onto your body.”
Could she get any hotter?
“It's a long story, but I tend to think of it as my life philosophy, or motto if you will.”
I smiled and moved my lips down to her hip, kissing each word. “I like it.”
I couldn't wait any longer; my fingers were itching to touch her, tongue twitching inside of my mouth wanting a turn at her body. I used my finger to tease her lower lips open and ran the tip up and down her wet pussy. Fuck, yes. I could smell how aroused she was and I squeezed my legs together, seeking any sort of friction I could find.
I moved my body between her legs and licked her abdomen side to side. She bucked her hips up into me and I knew the waiting was killing her almost as much as it was me.
“All in good time, pet.”
I kissed right at the top of her sweet pussy, then lowered my mouth down one side and up the other, licking the outer edges of her lips. Flicking my tongue across to the other side, I could just barely taste her.
You know those girls that lick pussy because it's just what they're 'supposed to do'? I'm not one of them. I love it. I love how each one is unique and different, shaped in its own way, lips longer, shorter, fatter, darker, sweeter, not as sweet, each with its own scent and flavor. The best part is how every woman reacts differently. Sure, there are a few things I think of as universal, but a new woman means learning a whole new path of pleasure. If there's any appeal at all to the “love 'em and leave 'em” philosophy, it's the appeal of this exploration phase.
“Alice, stop being such a fucking tease.”
“What do you want, my pet, my sweet Bella? Should I dip my tongue in and taste just how sweet you are?”
I set the dildo down beside her so that I had full use of my hands. I took each of her lips between my fingers, rubbing and massaging softly, letting the tips of my fingers dip between her wet folds.
“You're already so wet, Bella. It looks like you enjoyed my pussy almost as much as I'm going to enjoy yours.”
She moaned and that was all it took. I slipped a finger all the way inside of her and wrapped my mouth around her swollen clit. She tasted like heaven and I couldn't help whispering “fuck” as I hungrily lapped at her. I took my finger out and reached over for the dildo, knowing she must already love it, and wanting to pleasure her as much as I could. I slipped the slick toy all the way into her and marveled at the sight. I couldn't wait to see her lose control, so I began to move the toy faster inside of her.
“Bella, you are such a sight to see when you're getting fucked. Are you even more beautiful when you come? Will you come for me as I lick you and fuck you, sweetheart?”
I moved back to her clit, licking and sucking her as I fucked her faster and harder.
“Oh god, Alice, don't stop,” she whimpered.
“That's not going to do, Bella,” I said. “I want you to scream. I want everyone to know who it is you're with tonight. Let go, let me hear you.” I could tell she needed the release almost as much as I had, and then I remembered what she said about the dildo hitting just the right spot...
I pushed it into her as far as it would go and thumped the base a few times, sending quick, strong vibrations through it, hopefully hitting her g-spot. I was glad to see it working as her body tensed and she began to scream.
“Oh fuck, Alice. Please don't fucking stop. God damn, that feels so fucking good, baby... ”
I had no intention of stopping. In fact, I kept right on lapping at her, licking every part of her, sucking her into my mouth and tapping the base of the fake cock filling her up. I smiled as she came down from her high, slightly proud of myself. I could tell from how far gone she'd been just what a great orgasm it had to be. It sounds cliché, but every time I make a girl come, I get a euphoric feeling knowing that I had a hand (sometimes literally) in it. Giving someone that pleasure is a wonderful feeling.
I was brought out of my smug reverie when I noticed Bella laughing. Not giggling, not a small snort, she was full on fucking laugh-ing. At first I was worried I had done something wrong. As I withdrew the magic piece of smooth glass from her and we both heard a pop from the suction of her sweetness, I couldn't help it – I began to laugh, too. Wasn't this was good sex was supposed to be about? This is how you're supposed to feel, euphoric, joyful, blissful, free.
I crawled up into her arms and she held me as we laughed together for a few minutes.
I noticed Bella's eyes close and she turned onto her side. I crawled up as close to her as I could get, sliding my left arm under her head and stretching my right arm over her abdomen, peppering kisses on her back and neck. Once again, I had the feeling that this seemed nothing at all like a one night stand, but I tried to push those thoughts out of my head; this was Bella. There had never been anyone to capture her attention for longer than a week, according to Tanya. I nuzzled my nose into her hair and noticed something at the base of her hairline. Another simple black text tattoo. “aequitas” – equality, or justice, depending on how you interpret it.
How can someone so passionate about life not see how she's destroying herself from the inside out by not allowing others to love and care for her just as much?
I felt her breathing even out and decided to risk pulling away from her. If I was going to have only one night with her, I wanted to try and soak up as much of Bella as I could. I tip toed into her bathroom and found a robe to put on. Inhaling her scent, I felt tears pool in my eyes at the sad fact that I would soon be denied the smell, the taste, the feel. All that was Bella would be gone from my life.
I quietly walked around her room, getting my first real chance to take it all in. Her bed was huge and I realized how tiny and fragile she looked surrounded by the blankets, snuggled in, sleeping peacefully. Such beauty. I wonder if she even realizes how beautiful she is?
Her bed and surrounding furniture was all deep brown with modern silver pulls. The bed frame had cut out accents, and I realized she had a cute little bench at the end of the bed. I could imagine here there, pulling her stockings on as she sat on it. I could imagine me there, pulling her stockings back off after a long day, then leaning her back and pleasuring her with my mouth.
Her bedding had brown, fresh green, and white stripes. The walls of the room were the same bright white color, except one accent wall had a wide stripe of the green from her comforter running the width of it, a smaller brown stripe in the middle, similar to the pattern on the comforter.
She had a few photographs around; one of her with a tall boy who had shaggy blond hair, their arms wrapped around each other at the waist, laughing easily. Brother, perhaps?
There was a trio of framed posters on the wall, one with Gandhi, one with John F. Kennedy, and one with Martin Luther King, Jr.
The Gandhi poster read, “Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”
The JFK poster read, “One person can make a difference and every person should try.”
The MLK poster read, “The time is always right to do what is right.”
I wondered what this beauty did in her daytime hours that she had such a passion for living, freedom, and fairness?
I walked out of her bedroom and noticed that the hallway had more framed artwork. It lacked anything personal, but it was decorated with things that I would have chosen for myself.
I had to stop myself when I got to the room next door, her office. I knew it would be a true invasion of privacy to snoop on her laptop, but seeing the silver gleaming box did make me want to browse. I moved away and continued down the hall before I did something I would regret.
The only other photo of people I found was next to the couch in the living room. If I had to guess, it looked like it might be her parents, the woman bore a striking resemblance in her beauty, but I could see no real attributes that Bella might have picked up from the man.
Her living room was tastefully decorated, modern, with a flat screen TV. She obviously had family money or made a decent income and appreciated surrounding herself with things she loved and that brought her comfort, at least in a physical sense. I noticed the couch had overstuffed cushions, it was a light wheat color and once again, I found myself panting at the idea of kneeling on the floor between Bella's legs. Stop it, Alice, one night. One night is what you get.
The fresh reminder that I had only one night got me so hot and bothered that I decided to wake Bella up for more when I was done poking around. I briefly peeked into the kitchen. It was big, bigger than I would have thought for a girl like Bella. What surprised me even more was that it looked well loved and used. It was clean - spotless really, but still lived in.
I crept back to her bathroom, hanging the robe exactly as I found it. I felt like my self-guided tour gave me a small look into the creature I was standing before, back in her room, watching her sleep.
“Mmm, Alice,” she moaned.
Uh oh, did I get caught?
She still looked asleep, so I held my ground at the end of the bed.
“Yes, Alice, right there, baby. Ooh, I love the way you lick me.”
Yep, she was definitely still asleep... and dreaming of me. I noticed her moving a little under the sheets and I couldn't hold myself back any more. I crawled in behind her again and curled myself around her, lowering my body a little so I could find the friction I so badly needed against her body. I wrapped both of my legs around her top leg and moaned, rubbing myself.
“I was having a very nice dream, thank you very much,” she said in a sleepy voice. Was she really trying to convince me she was pouting?
“Me too, baby. Don't you think the reality is better, though?”
I smiled as I formulated my plan in my head. Bella pressed her ass against my pussy with a moan. I trailed my hand up her hip and to her breasts. Grazing her nipple, I circled it, teasing her as much as I could, savoring the moment.
I felt Bella shiver and jump out of my arms. She practically ran from the room and I sat up, confused. What the hell? I knew she was a one-nighter, but she wasn't going to up and leave right in the middle, was she? I heard her footsteps approaching the bedroom again.
“Sorry, it was too cold! I had to go turn the heat up.”
I laughed, once she'd explained.
“What do you have in that toybox of yours, sweet Bella?”
Uh oh, I realized that she had not mentioned the toybox – I'd seen it when I was in her closet while she was asleep. I hoped she wouldn't notice my little slip.
She thought for a moment and then got a wicked grin. “Hah! I have just the thing for you...”
She gave me a soft kiss and said, “Wait right here, I'll be right back.” With a pinch of my nipple, she was gone. I flopped back in the middle of the bed, inhaling her scent again. I closed my eyes and willed myself not to let my brain run free with the fantasies I wanted to imagine – us living together, happy, cooking up a feast for our family in her kitchen. Little feet chasing each other around. Bliss.
I felt the bed shift under Bella's weight as she crawled back in, her hand moving across my belly. I smiled and she lifted a leg over my body, straddling me. I could feel her hands move around my face as she kissed me softly. Gripping her hips, I brought her as close to me as I could, hoping that I would convey some small measure of what I was already feeling to her.
I moved my tongue across her lips and she moaned, parting them. I slid my tongue into her mouth, sliding it against hers. She pulled away from me, evil evil woman.
“I thought you might have fallen back asleep, love.”
“And miss this? Never. Anyone that could fall asleep with your beautiful, naked body getting goodies from the toybox is a fool,” I laughed.
“Ah, yes... the toybox.”
She slid off me and gave me a smile that made me want to come right then and there.
“Sweetheart, give me a second and then I want you to come over here and get on top of me, okay?”
Who would say no to that? I laid there watching her, the blankets moving and rustling, every sound assaulting my ears, heightening my curiosity even more. The small movements sent gusts of wind up to my face and I could smell her arousal, still lightly taste her in my mouth. I wondered what she had, and when I saw her flex her hips up, I became pretty sure it was a strap-on.
She settled back on the bed and moved more to the center. Her head tilted back, working the toy inside of her for a moment before she called to me.
“Mmm, Alice, care to join me up here?”
I slid on top of her, eager for what she had planned. I tried to settle myself as close to her as I could. I could feel something between us, but it certainly wasn't a strap-on. When her hand moved between us and I felt the buzzing begin, I no longer cared what the fuck it was, I just wanted to get my clit as close to it as I could. Leaning over, I slid myself down the toy so I could feel the vibrations, then flexed my hips as I leaned my head next to hers. I took in a few shallow breaths before I could find my voice.
“What the fuck is this, Bella?”
“Shh, just enjoy, beautiful. I'll show it to you later. Sit back up so I can see you again, I need to touch you.”
Once again, I was reminded of just how fucking hot Bella was. I sometimes liked to be in charge, but her telling me exactly what to do, telling me she needed me? Unbelievably hot. I kissed her hard, biting at her lip, before sitting up. She needed to touch me and I needed to come.
As soon as I was sitting up riding her, the sensations from the toy changed completely and I couldn't stop myself from rubbing against her even faster. I grabbed onto her hips so that I wouldn't fall and closed my eyes, enjoying Bella's touch. She was running her thumbs across my nipples, rolling them between her fingers. Oh fuck, this is not going to take long.
“Ali, I wanna see you come, baby. Are you going to come for me?”
“Fuck, yes. I'm almost there, Bella, so close...”
She thrust her hips up as she cupped my ass and pressed my hips down. I cried out, feeling the tingle begin, and I knew it was all over. I swiveled my hips against her faster, hoping to take her over the edge with me, sobbing her name repeatedly. At one point, I thought I might pass out, all of the sensations overwhelming me at once.
“Please don't stop yet, baby. You feel so good against me,” she begged.
I leaned over her again, resting my body on hers as I tried to recover enough to carry her into her orgasm. I pressed my breasts into her as I licked and sucked her neck.
“Bella, I want to see you come underneath me as I ride you.”
Her back arched up off the bed and I could hear her whispering my name repeatedly as she came. She fell back to the bed and let out a puff of air, wrapping her arms around me when I tried to move off of her. Her hand came between us to turn off the vibrating device, then she rested her fingers on my ass.
“Not just yet, love. No squirming away. I want to hold you like this for a minute, okay?”
I gave her a kiss, hoping to convey that I'd lay just like that as long as she wanted. I moved my head to the bed next to hers, tilted slightly towards her neck so I could still breath, and I heard her hum.
We didn't lay there together long when I felt her twist and set me down onto the bed gently. I felt alone instantly, so I moved my leg between hers and pulled my body closer, wrapping my arms tightly around her. I rubbed her back and tried to soothe her, as if the things I felt might flow from my fingertips directly into her, making her understand and need me as much as I wanted and needed her.
We were facing each other and she smiled at me. In that moment, I would have sworn I saw the real Bella, and I let my mind fantasize about the future again. I smiled back at her as I let myself go, let myself dream, let myself love.
Then, curiosity got the best of me.
I made my way down Bella's body in search of the toy that had brought us both so much pleasure. Once again, she completely surprised me. Was this girl in the toy of the month club or something? I couldn't hold in my laughter – I could see it before I touched it and I wanted to tease Bella one last time, so I dragged my hands up her legs towards her warm pussy.
When I got to the purple object sticking out of her, curled up over the top of her mound, I teased her a little more, running my fingers on either side of it. She bucked her hips, but gently. Not with need, per se, but maybe she was teasing me back, reminding me of what I just had. I slowly pulled the toy out of her and worked my way back above the covers.
“Okay, what the fuck is this?”
“What is with you always waving the toys around? Shit, woman, you're going to drop it and break something important to me. Set it down on the nightstand. It's called a Rock Chick. Maybe you can get another demo tomorrow, let's get some sleep.”
Hmph. Tomorrow, the tease of tomorrow, before she would ask me to leave. It seemed cruel after we shared what felt like such an intimate moment. These toys are so important to her, but she can't make a human connection that lasts? I just sort of felt sorry for her. I thought it might be my one chance to break into her shell.
“That's what is important to you?” I did my best pouty face.
“You know what I meant, don't be a brat.”
I had no response to that one.
She pulled me into her body, spooning around me. Her leg was over my hip, her right arm tucked under my right arm, cupping my breast. It felt loving, like in this moment she was conceding that she felt something for me, but at the same time she was being possessive of me. She hummed in my ear, her chin resting on my shoulder and I fought the tears that were threatening to escape my eyes.
She swiped her fingers across my nipple and seemed to relax her body against mine. There was no fucking way I could fall asleep after that. I thought I'd be just fine having one night with the vixen that was Bella, but I knew, irrevocably after this night, that I needed more from her. My whole body ached with grief as her breathing evened out and she began to mumble again.
“Alone. Always alone,” she sighed.
I know, I know... you want to be alone.
Once I was convinced she was in a deep enough sleep for me to slip out, I carefully unwrapped her arms from around me and stood. I couldn't imagine her waking up and actually asking me to leave. The humiliation of crying in front of her as she kicked me out would just be too much.
I found my dress and pulled it back on, holding my shoes and purse as I walked to the living room. I got out my cell phone and called the car service, requesting a pickup from Bella's house as soon as possible. I found a box of tissues in the hallway bathroom and grabbed a few for the ride home. I'm always emotional, I can admit that, but I felt like my heart had been stomped on and broken into a million pieces. I only had myself to blame – I knew what I was getting into, but the pull had been too strong to resist. Maybe in a few years I would come to the conclusion that it was worth it. The sex had been phenomenal, after all, but right then, the gaping hole in my heart was all that consumed my thoughts.
I walked quietly out the front door, not wanting the driver to knock and wake Bella. The sun was just coming up over the horizon, and I thought for a moment about how beautiful it was against the mountains. As I turned and closed the door, I stood for a moment and rested my head on it, just as Bella had done on the other side of it at the start of our night together. I whispered a soft “goodbye,” before the sob escaped from my lips and I walked to the waiting car.
The driver had the door already open for me and I slumped in, not even bothering to look and see who it was.
“You okay, Miss Alice?” I recognized the voice as Aro's.
I looked up, certain my makeup was a mess after the night I had, not to mention the crying. “I'll be okay. Thanks, Aro. Take me to my brother's, please?”
“Of course, Miss Alice. Which one, honey?”
He was doing his best to sound soothing and comforting, but frankly, I just found it annoying.