Tuesday, September 20, 2011

A Sapphic Erotic Story

I wrote this a little while ago for an erotic spoken word event, and thought I would share it on here because I don't actually want to edit it ever or try to publish it somewhere fancy. Enjoy:

It wasn’t until I saw Elena’s dancing to glitch beats after  a friendly couples dinner that I realized I wanted her. Of course I knew nothing would happen. Nothing had ever happened between a girl and I, since I had been portraying myself as straight for my entire life. For all I knew, I was straight. But also curious. Very, very curious. And how could I know whether or not I liked girls until I had felt one? Tasted one?
We were on a double date, I suppose, though we were all too cool to call it anything like that. Brian had met Mark in college, and now Mark was in town along with his new girlfriend. The boys were at the bar, somehow managing to have a deep discussion about semantics over the music I was sure had blown my ear drums out. Elena and I had given up on them long ago and were dancing in that stupid way that girls do. The kind of dance you do to make the men smile and say “oh look at those girls teasing us!” I looked back at Brian to see him smiling a silly smile at us. I just knew he was thinking it was all a show for him and Mark, and every other guy in the bar.
For my part, at least, it wasn’t a show.
I turned back to Elena, and her full lips smiling at me too and a conspiratorial twinkle in her eyes. She spun around and started grinding her ass on my mound. Though she wasn’t really grinding into my clit, that was exactly where I felt it. I pulled her long, silky straight hair away from her back and tossed it over her shoulder, and somehow found myself with my mouth right over the spot where her neck and shoulder met. As awkward as I felt, uncertain of whether we were playing a game or what this was, something told me to bite. I sunk in, deep and animalistic. Her back arched and a noise escaped her lips that I couldn’t quite hear over the music.
I was terrified of her response suddenly, terrified that she would slap me our call me some name. Instead she grabbed my hand and pulled me off the dance floor and to the bar next to our boys, where she ordered 4 tequila shots for all of us.
With the shots she ordered in front us, she pushed mine to me and said in my ear, “drink this, you’re gonna need it,” then pushed the boys over where they immediately downed them before returning to their deep conversation. I raised my shot and clinked it to hers before gulping  it down quickly, an almost unpleasant burning running through my chest as I wondered to myself what she could have possibly meant with her little conspiratorial whisper. As silly as it seemed, I still couldn’t tell whether or not she was flirting with me or if she was just carrying on some fantastical bi-curious charade.
She leaned over to Mark and said something I couldn’t quite hear, but I thought it was probably something like, “off to the bathroom, girl talk,” and then pulled me by the hand after her once again. We were indeed headed for the ladies room, and my blood suddenly started pumping faster. I could feel it all rushing to my pussy, the thrill of having no idea what she was up to mixing with my confused sexual excitement.  I didn’t believe I was about to have my first experience with a woman, but even the barely eluded to idea of it was enough to make my underwear feel pleasantly damp against my swollen lips.
It became clear what she intended, however, after she pulled me into the same stall as her in front of the myriad of ladies in front of the sinks. Instead of the outrage at this move that I expected, the girls giggled and left the bathroom instead, leaving us alone for the moment.
Elena’s mouth was all over me; my lips, my neck. She lifted my t-shirt and pulled my tits out, suckling deeply on my nipples while I squirmed.  I desperately wanted to tell her that I had never been with a woman before, that I didn’t know what I was doing. But I could hardly get anything other than a sigh or moan past my lips. I tried to fumble at the buckle of her belt, but she stopped me.
“No, let me,” she said as she pushed my mini skirt up around my waist and pulled my panties aside.
Without thinking I kicked my leg up onto the toilet tank and spread my pussy lips wide for her she. She gently found my clit with her fingers and not so gently pulled my hair to the side, so that my neck was exposed. She sunk her teeth into the spot where my neck and shoulder met just as her finger slipped deep inside of me, and I let out a very load scream without even of thinking.  I didn’t even care if anyone had come into the bathroom anymore.
For some reason, that seemed like the right time to tell her I had never been with a woman before. I grabbed her hair in fistfuls and breathed out my confession between thrusts of her tiny hand that was somehow filling me to the brim, almost more than I could handle.
“Shhh….” She put her other hand to my lips and pushed me harder against the unstable wall of the stall, “just let me take care of you,” I sucked on her fingers just a bit before she moved her hand down to my neck and lightly wrapped her hand around it, not really choking me but with the threat there. She started pushing my clit with the palm of her hand and I responded by fucking her hand back, hard.
“Yeah, that’s it girl, show me how you cum,” and I did just when she said it, gripping her little fingers deep inside of me while my clit pulsed against her palm. It seemed like it would last forever, but eventually she backed off with both her hands, letting me breath and fall into her.
“Do you do this every woman on the first double date?” I asked and laughed.
“Only the cute ones,” she whispered in my ear again, “I want to fuck you with my tongue too, if you’re ready,” she purred, lighting my pussy on fire all over. I nodded and she kneeled down, sucking my clit deep into her mouth while her big, dark eyes looked up into mine.
“Ahhh! ,” I moaned, it was almost too much, “maybe a little slower,” and she flicked her tongue out, running it all the way down to my dripping hole and back up, and back down, slowly investigating every part of my cunt. I had never had someone lick every part of it before, it was new and amazing and felt so, so good.
 “That feels incredible,” I proclaimed as I looked into her eyes as her face came back up from being fully between my legs, “please, make me cum again.”
She pulled away and smiled a wicked grin once more before sucking my clit between her sweet lips again. As soon as I felt her tongue flicking against me inside her mouth, I came over and over and could feel my juices dripping out and over her chin. Once I felt like I couldn’t take anymore, I pulled her back up to my mouth a sucked every last drop off my cum off her face.
“For never having been with a woman before, you sure do know how to make a girl wet,” she laughed and pulled all my clothing back into place before I even had a chance to protest. When we left the stall, there was a woman sitting on the sink counter, arms folded but a smile on her face.
“I didn’t want to interrupt you two,” she said as she jumped off the counter, “the sounds coming from within there were just too wonderful. But we were receiving some complaints…”
“Oh, we’re so sorry,” Elena said, hugging me from behind, “I just couldn’t keep my hands off her, and she needed a woman’s touch very badly.”
“I understand completely,” the woman said “just get out of here so that my female customers can piss in peace,” Elena grabbed my hand again and we ran out of the bathroom and back to the bar, our boys still embroiled in the same conversation and oblivious to the flushed looks on our faces.
Or so I thought, until Brian turned to me and yelled over the music, “you guys were gone awhile!”
To my surprise, Mark winked at me and yelled back to him, “Elena gets off on girl talk!”

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