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“Sorry, I’m just getting dressed. I’m back to factory settings now, thanks to you.” Lisa is too busy buttoning her borrowed shirt to notice whatever it is Carla has going on in the doorway.
What Carla has going on is, every word she’s ever known going out the window, because Lisa is standing there in her shirt with more skin on show than Carla’s ever seen.
Carla finds a word.
“Don’t.”
It makes Lisa pause.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t get dressed.”
Carla drops her keys, walks over and does not lose her nerve under the wide-eyed stare Lisa has fixed on her.
Lisa stands frozen, barely able to believe this. Is Carla really looking at her like that? Walking over like that, all confident. Is she really going to?
Carla has a singular, solitary, thought. Lisa.
Lisa stares, unblinking, eyes flicking between her eyes and lips repeatedly.
Is this really happening?
When Carla gently and firmly grabs Lisa’s face, they both know. This is happening.
She kisses her.
Carla learns that Lisa Swain is a phenomenal kisser. And phenomenal to kiss. Soft lips, plump. No grating, no stubble, no rough or dry skin.
Lisa surrenders into it, holding on to Carla. She feels herself throb with a rush of blood.
Carla throbs too. Heart hammering, she leans back to look, to check in. What she finds are eyes that are more black than blue. Green looks blue in this light.
When Lisa sees Carla looking back at her like that, she feels another rush of blood, to her tingling lips this time. She pulls her back in, leaning in.
Second time around Carla holds nothing back from the kiss.
Lips are tingling. Hearts are buzzing. Head are swimming.
Lisa moans. Carla follows her mouth, glued. They pull each other closer, press into each other. Until the emerging pre-dizziness forces them to breathe. Their foreheads resting against each other for a few breaths before she dives in again.
Carla is quick to unbutton the few buttons Lisa managed to do up. She is so wound-up and excited that her hands are shaking. She manages and peels the silky material right off Lisa, pouring down her arms and hastily draping it over the back of a dining chair.
Lisa’s hands wander, searching for something to take off after the cardigan. It is frustrating to find that Carla isn’t wearing her usual, simple kimono ensemble, so she’s left palming her chest, tugging at her jumper, pulling her close.
Indecisive, Carla re-settles her hands on Lisa, aimlessly wandering on her back until she has the brilliant idea of indulging a thought that has crossed her mind more than once. She plants her hands solidly on Lisa’s bum. Her action is met with a kiss, no protest, so she dares to squeeze just a little.
“Wait,” Lisa pauses the proceedings. It’s already happening, a twitch in her groin, blood rushing and pooling there. Her nagging knowledge finally burning brighter than the eager warmth in her chest. “There’s something I have to tell you.”
Carla waits, quiet and still.
“I have...” It turns out speaking is easier in theory than practice, with how jumbled Lisa’s thoughts are, spinning with nothing but the revelatory past minutes. “I have a…”
“You can tell me,” Carla encourages.
“I have a penis.” It’s not the most eloquent way to put it, but It is a plain, clear and precise statement of a fact. Lisa has no time to worry before Carla exhales, seeming relieved. Carla smiles. She is relieved that is all, having worried that Lisa was going to do a runner.
“Well, I know my way around that.” Carla winks, hoping that is enough to ease Lisa. In a flash every single one of her little fantasies turns on its head with this new information. Time to unpack that is later. Now, is time for something else. Carla pulls and pushes Lisa with her to the bedroom. Now that she knows it, she thinks she can feel it against her.
Carla barely has the patience to take her hands off Lisa long enough to open the door. Lisa searches for the handle blindly. Carla’s warm hands on her side and face are distracting. She whines, frustrated by how difficult this simple task is. Immediately after whining, she finds the handle and opens the door.
The door falls closed, Lisa falls against it. Carla kisses her neck. Lisa finds the hem and buttons. Carla throws off her sweater and shirt. It is too warm for so many layers now. That leaves Carla in her bra, skin on display. Lisa reaches for her, trailing her gaze and fingers across Carla’s torso.
“Blimey, you’re gorgeous, Carla.” Lisa palms both breasts, feeling the shape, weight and the fabric and hardening nipples. She manages to tear her eyes up.
Carla braces on the door with one hand, willing herself to be steady under Lisa’s adoring admiration.
“And I don’t mean the bra.” Lisa winks.
Carla is amused. “What? This ratty old thing. Wait til you see the premium wares.”
“Would that be your breasts, or your even more luxurious lingerie?” Lisa glides her fingers along the bra to the back, finding the clasp. “I can wait for the latter…” She unclasps the bra.
Carla slides the straps off her own shoulders. “Me too.” For her next magic trick she makes the bra disappear… along with Lisa’s irises.
Lisa stares, speechless and unblinking, lip trapped between her teeth.
“Your turn. Only fair, since-“ The rest of Carla’s sentence disappears into Lisa’s mouth. Her hands remain, so she grabs, lifts and tugs, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull the top over Lisa’s head. She makes the bra disappear before she’s even seen it, leaving it presumably in the same pile as the rest of their discarded clothes.
“That was quick.” Lisa chuckles warmly.
“I am a professional.” Carla gets her hands and eyes on Lisa’s breasts not a moment too soon, palming, squeezing, caressing. It feels familiar, but different. And the hitch in Lisa’s breath? Makes her feel powerful. “You are beautiful, Lisa.”
Lisa blushes, feeling heat blooming on her cheeks. So all her blood has not gone down, despite how it feels.
“Can I see what else you’re hiding? Not hiding-hiding, just, you know.”
“Mm-hmm.” Lisa nods.
Carla plucks at the waistband of Lisa’s jeans. Lisa opens the button. Carla pulls the zipper down, following it by going down on her knees.
Lisa is suddenly feeling very, very grateful for the door having her back, as Carla peels open her jeans, rolling the waistband down.
While opening and taking down Lisa’s jeans, Carla finds a surprise. She probably had a chance to see it before, but now it is staring her in the face, glimmering right there on Lisa’s belly button. A piercing. She looks at it, and looks up.
“Well, well, well, this is a surprise.”
Pulling the jeans, and with them the underwear, down further reveals a little happy trail of soft hairs below the belly button. Carla follows it with her fingers, tickling, until it disappears under below the waistband of sensible black underwear.
“Erm, I would’ve shaved if I had known…”
“That’s quite alright. Not like I gave you much notice.”
“Eh, heh. No.”
“I’m not bothered by it. Are you? In fact… I think it’s sexy.”
Lisa throbs. This suspension between doing is getting unbearable. She needs to get her hands (and tongue, if she’s honest, and…) on Carla. Or Carla’s on her. Right now. She whimpers.
She joins in, tag-teaming her clothes off with Carla. Carla takes her jeans, Lisa takes her underwear. With a little adjustment and pulling her underwear down, she is finally free from her constraints. She exhales, relieved. The pressure on her had been bordering on unbearable for quite a while, with the hardening erection. The jeans and underwear quickly disappear on the floor.
Carla catches more than a little glimpse of Lisa’s cock as it springs free. Carla trails her fingers along the happy trail, down. Something else catches her eye. The tight underwear has left lines sunken into the skin on Lisa’s hips. Carla puts her hand on Lisa’s hip, swipes over the angry lines with her thumb. For a moment arousal is forgotten.
“Not to go all trust me I am a professional on you, but I think you need to size up.”
“I know.”
Carla realises, she must be doing it on purpose. Her own hip stings at the thought. A twitch catches her attention.
“Mmh… I need… ”Lisa wraps her own hand around her hard-on. Being hungover she is extremely aroused. She’s always been particularly horny when hungover. The vision of Carla on her knees, inches from her does not help. The head is getting angry-red. Pink. Red enough. She strokes herself, pulling back. “Oh.”
Carla licks her lips. Heart beating, clit throbbing. The power of pulling this reaction out of Lisa. Hard, needy, for her. Carla huffs. Lisa twitches. Carla puts her hand on Lisa’s.
“You’ll not get anywhere like that.” She glances to the white knuckles. “I want you so much, Lis. I can’t even begin to tell you.”
“Show me… Show me.”
Carla grins wickedly. She tugs gently, stroking. Lisa lets her hand fall away. Having Carla’s hand on her, around her feels surreal and lightyears beyond anything she imagined. And it’s not just because her imagination never accounted for the feeling of cold rings.
“Mmh… so much better than I imagined.”
“Oh, you have imagined… interesting.”
They observe the emerging pre-cum.
“Oh, hmm.” Carla decides to have a taste of it. She licks the tip, lapping up a taste.
Lisa stares, unblinking. She wants to see this. Needs to see this. Otherwise she might think this is just another one of her fantasies (and dreams).
Then, Carla swirls her tongue around the head.
Lisa groans throatily. “Fuck!”
Carla hums and continues. She ventures further, taking more of the tip into her mouth.
Lisa moans. Her eyes fall closed, brows furrowing with pleasure. As soon as she is able to, she opens her eyes. To see.
Carla kissing and licking along the length of her, down to the base and back up while stroking with her hand.
Lisa cups Carla’s cheek briefly. She whimpers desperately. “I- I’m- close. Won’t take long- OH!”
Carla revels in her power and the reactions pouring out of Lisa.
She takes her in her mouth and further, making Lisa complete putty in her hands and mouth. Lisa thrusts forward, chasing. With both hands, Carla presses her hips back against the door. Lisa whines throatily. Intriguing, Carla thinks and files that away.
“Oh, you’re so-“ Lisa moans, seeing and feeling Carla take her cock further in her mouth. “So… Oh, Carla.”
Carla’s nose makes contact with pelvis. Lisa tugs her back by her hair. “You really don’t have to do that.”
Carla releases her cock, a trail of saliva stretching between her mouth and the tip until it snaps.
“Just-“
She kisses the tip again, twirling her tongue around it, while stroking firmer with her hand.
Lisa’s head thuds against the door. “Mmmh- Ohhh!” She moans, whimpers and hisses out silent expletives.
Carla hums, licks and sucks, merrily bobbing along. She feels the climax approaching, happening before it happens.
“Save some for me,” Lisa demands cryptically before she cums with a groan, fingers tightening in Carla’s hair. She has no idea when she had grabbed her hair. “Oh, wow, Carla.”
Carla doesn’t get it at first, but then Lisa is inviting her up with a gentle tug, cupping her face before she’s halfway straight.
Kissing her, she licks into her mouth, getting a taste. Carla has never been kissed like this in her life.
She must look surprised afterwards, because Lisa has to ask her, “You okay there?”
“Just… Guys, people don’t usually want to kiss me after I’ve…“
“Their loss.” Lisa shrugs, sliding her hands down Carla’s arms and taking her hands. She guides her hands to her shoulders. “Hold on.”
“What?”
“I’m lifting you in a minute.” She grabs the backs of Carla’s thighs and lifts her up. “Less than a minute.”
“Lisa!”
Lisa walks straight from the door to the bed and puts Carla down. “There.”
“Flippin heck, I think you just ruined my knickers.”
“Good.” Lisa radiates confidence. “Maybe for the best if we take them off, then.” She remembers her own socks and discretely pulls them off before joining Carla on the bed, crawling over her.
“Hey! I was trying to strip here.”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
Lisa kisses every complaint off Carla’s lips. Then, she kisses her jaw, her neck. Carla drags her hands over Lisa’s golden hair. Softly at first, then more confidently each time, until Lisa escapes from her reach.
She lifts her hips on command, helping Lisa get her (clothes) off.
Lisa’s tentative fingers swipe over Carla’s soaking vulva. Lisa takes her own fingers to her mouth, licks them. “Mmm.” Like she genuinely enjoys that. When she opens her eyes again, looking Carla in the eye. Carla sees her pupils widening. She blinks and wonders did she imagine that. Lisa bends down, crawls, lies over Carla.
“You taste delicious.” She says genuinely. Carla holds her breath, unsure.
“I…do?”
“Yes, you do. Heavenly. And that was just a little taste I had.”
Lisa’s face is hovering over Carla’s face. Their noses are almost touching. Lisa gives a quick peck and pulls back so little that their lips barely part. “I want to eat you.” She gives another peck, and licks her lips. “I want to put my tongue inside you.” She gives another peck. “Have a proper taste.”
Carla throbs, clenches around nothing. She nods. Lisa smiles, kisses her mouth, her jaw, her neck and down over her breasts, having a detour around and on each nipple until they stand to attention and Carla whines under her, before she continues down.
Carla feels herself dripping. Lisa lifts Carla’s knees up, settles between them, spreading her open.
“Oh, my, you are all… mmm… soaking.”
“I’m not usually so quick to…”
Lisa is having none of that self-deprecation. “You know, the wetter, the better,” she husks. “Looks like lunch is served, and I’m ready to eat.”
Carla chuckles.
Lisa feels embarrassed. “Okay that was a bit embarrassing, I admit.”
“No, no… I’m just not used to being more than a dessert at most.”
“You are a three- no, five course meal at least.”
Carla’s hips cant. Lisa nuzzles her thigh, then, she gnaws at it with her lips, and then with her teeth. With light fingertips she caresses Carla’s thighs, raising goose bumps. She inches closer slowly, until she’s close enough to spread her open with her thumbs.
And Carla gets her mind blown. No stubble, no roughness, no hurry, just Lisa.
And Lisa is in it. Into it.
“Mm-hmm-hmm, very nice…” She licks. “So good.” She licks again, and again, and again. After a while of slow, lazy but thorough tasting she adds swirls, and later flicks to the mix. “I just love how wet you are for me, Carla.”
Carla moans. Often.
“Oh, right there.”
“Mmh, that’s-“
Then, later than Carla anticipates – or earlier, really because she does not expect anything more – Lisa puts her whole mouth into it, pressing with her lips, trapping sensitive flesh between her lips to suck on it and tease with her tongue.
“Oh, yes!”
A particular series of tongue-swirling, maddening moves have her feeling like she’s going to sweat until she’s just a molten puddle left in the sheets.
“Oh, oh, mmh, Li- you’re- feels so-“ She never gets to finish her several breaths long sentence before her orgasm rips her breath out of her.
Lisa beams, easing her way off Carla, planting a few kisses around her thighs.
“Wow, wow.” Carla is breathless and flushed. Glowing. One hand on her forehead, other reaching for Lisa who is looking up smugly from between her thighs. “Where did you learn to eat like that?”
Lisa tilts her head like a shrug, cocks an eyebrow, lowers her mouth back on to Carla.
“Oh!” Carla’s hips fly off the bed. “Again? Really?”
“Yes. Really. I need to eat. You don’t expect me to get by with just starters after I’ve starved for years.”
“Oh, heck…”
Something about how Lisa says it makes Carla throb. The need. The confidence. The low timbre in her voice. The desire. This is the most straightforward, bordering on vulgar, honest confession that Lisa has ever made. Aside from the… lots of things. But this expression of her own, burning desire is so flammable it’s setting the edges of Carla’s own want on fire. She is catching fire.
The point is not only that Carla needs it or wants it (And mostly gets it only after a bit of harmless squabbling). It’s that Lisa needs it. And Carla wants it more in this moment than she ever thought possible.
Lisa spreads Carla open with both hands. “I’ll go easy on you,” she promises, “to start with.” She winks. And gets to it, starting slowly, just kissing her to begin with. Getting a taste for it, for her again, she licks her own lips, and then Carla. She hums. Searching, reaching far and wide with her tongue. She starts slower and gentler than what Carla is used to. Building her up, steering clear of her most sensitive part.
“You’re… mm, taking your time.”
“I’m not in a hurry, Carla.” As if to make a point, Lisa takes a long, slow lick. “It’s not all about the destination.” She licks again. “That doesn’t mean I’m not taking you there.”
She adds a finger, sneaking around her opening until Carla’s physical pleas are almost strong enough to send Lisa flying off the bed. It slides inside easily. Carla is slick, warm and clenching around her. It’s a nice welcome. Having made space for her hand, she’s further up with her mouth now, licking over her clit with a flat tongue.
Carla is thoroughly unravelled by the addition of a second finger, curling, and a quickening tongue. She’s unable to speak. Lisa listens thoroughly to everything, and pushes Carla over the edge again. This time Carla manages barely more than a whimper.
It takes her a while to recover the coordination of her limbs. During that time Lisa has crawled over and parked her bodyweight on top of Carla.
They kiss languidly. Carla gets a taste of herself off Lisa’s tongue.
Afterwards, she notices how dry her mouth feels.
“Phew… I need a drink.”
“No wonder.”
Lisa rolls off Carla. Carla pulls on her robe on shaky legs.
“Be right back.”
She and Lisa must have different definitions of what right back means, because Lisa gets antsy very soon.
Having a drink, leaning against the kitchen counter for support, Carla questions her life. “What am I doing?”
“What are you doing?”
Carla jumps, having thoroughly been caught off guard by Lisa (in more ways than one, today).
“Having a drink.”
She has never seen Lisa so dishevelled… no, not dishevelled – that was this morning. Her musings are interrupted by a buzzing.
“Your phone’s going.”
“Oh, let it. Get back in here you.”
Grinning irresistibly, Lisa bites her lip before disappearing back into the bedroom. Carla has no choice but to follow.
“Flippin’ heck.”