Archive of Our Own

“You don’t need me to show the way, love,” Joan and Paula sang as they looked into each other’s eyes, “why do I always have to say, love?”

Come on (come on), come on (come on)

Come on (come on), come on (come on)

Please please me, whoa yeah, like I please you

When Joan and Paula finished the song, they continued looking at each other, smiling, catching their breaths.

Brianna their manager nodded at the two.

“I like it,” she said. “But it’s just, ah, I’m not sure people will want to hear girls singing a song like that.”

“Well, they can go fuck themselves,” Joan defended. “I’m just singing what I feel.”

“I think a lot of girls will relate to it, y’know,” Paula added.

“I do understand what you’re saying, Joan. Really, I do,” Brianna said. “That’s why I only go with girls; I can’t trust a man to know his way around my parts. Mind you, some girls don’t even understand their own parts, but…”

“Not all boys are bad,” Joan shrugged. “Gotta love a good cock, y’know? Oh, Paula, I forgot to tell you,” Joan nudged her mate, “last night I was hooking up with some boy, and when I orgasmed I thought I pissed meself, but… it didn’t smell like piss, I’ll tell you that much. I think I came like I had a cock.”

“You what?” Paula’s eyes widened at her. “You’ve gotta show me next time we masturbate together.”

“If I can figure out how to do it again, I will.”

Brianna cleared her throat. “I’m just thinking about what Georgia Martin will say, and I think it might be best if we maybe put this song on the backburner for the moment… But, ah, Joan,” Brianna twirled her hair around her finger, “if you ever want to find out what it’s like to really be pleased like that… Well, I’d be open to showing you. Just as a bit of an experiment. As friends. You know, if you’re interested. My door is always open. For whenever.”

Paula wrapped an arm around Joan possessively. “I think she’s alright, Bri. She has a husband, y’know. I’m sure he’s good enough at pleasing her, y’know, she married him for a reason.”

“Yep, it wasn’t just so I could dump our baby on him, nah-uh,” Joan shook her head.

She was the least attentive mother she knew, other than her own mother, who ran away when she was little. But hey, Joan’s daughter seemed fine.

There were other benefits to Joan’s husband, though. She understood that there weren’t many men who would put up with their wife’s dreams of being in a band. Let alone playing an instrument and writing songs in that band. Let alone having iconically short hair that had been both a mark of appeal and controversy for the girlband. Cyrus was happy for his wife. So, he was probably the best husband she could have gotten as someone who wanted to stay mostly independent.

The little meeting dispersed, and Joan and Paula held hands as they walked outside.

“I mean, if you ever are interested in being pleased like you please…” Paula glanced at Joan with a little smirk.

Joan let out a short little laugh of either surprise or disgust - she wasn’t quite sure herself.

“I’m not a dyke,” Joan said as she looked straight ahead.

Everybody always thought she was a dyke. She had always been a tomboy, much to the dismay of her uncle who had tried everything to make her a ‘normal’ girl and failed, later blaming it on her lack of female role models. It made a lot of people taunt her about being a lesbian or being a boy, until she paid them back with her fists. Which, of course, seemed to confirm their beliefs that she was a lesbian.

“If you say so,” Paula squeezed Joan’s hand.

They continued walking hand-in-hand until they had to part ways to go home.

The next time Joan and Paula masturbated together was the very next day.

They had been hanging about in the living room of Joan’s Uncle Mark’s house, coming up with songs together. Joan had grown up with his uncle, and now lived there with her husband. But Cyrus and Uncle Mark were both at work, and the baby was with Cyrus’ mother.

“Alright, now you’ve gotta show me how you came like a man,” Paula said as she pushed her guitar to the side.

“Let me just figure this out,” Joan pulled down her trousers and panties.

She circled her clit with her finger while Paula watched her intently. Joan shot her a glare.

“I can’t do it if you’re gonna stare at me like I’m a fucking Playboy Playmate,” Joan complained. “You do it too. I’ll tell you when I’m close.”

Paula complied, freeing her own pussy. 

Trying to keep her thumb on her bud, Joan slipped two fingers inside herself and thrusted.

“Mm, Elvis,” Joan said so they could both picture a sexy man together and get them more aroused.

“Fuck yeah,” Paula moaned. “Tony Curtis.”

“Oh, yeah. Rock Hudson.”

“Brigitte Bardot.”

“Wh-” Joan began, glancing at Paula whose head was rolled back while her thighs were pressed together, her hand squished between them.

But Joan didn’t stop going. No, sometimes a woman was hot enough that even another woman couldn’t deny an attraction to her. Brigitte Bardot, and… and the sight of Paula enjoying herself.

Joan curled her fingers up towards her g-spot and banged against it. She used her other hand to pleasure her clit now, but was finding multitasking rather difficult. 

She moaned, Paula moaned. Joan couldn’t help looking over at Paula as Paula’s breath quickened and she got louder. She watched Paula’s legs shake and her eyes roll back, and then she went limp with a smile on her face. Oh, what a beautiful sight. Joan finished right after her. A burst of pleasure running up her, but no squirt this time.

She pulled her slick fingers out and sucked them clean.

“You didn’t do it,” Paula frowned, disappointed.

“I think it’d be easier with someone else,” Joan reasoned. “I was flicking me own bean, he was ramming into me. I was so overstimulated, man, it was fantastic.”

“Y’know, maybe I can help,” Paula offered.

Joan looked into Paula’s eyes, thinking again about the beautiful sight of her orgasming. She did really want to show her mate the kind of orgasm she had had. There was no harm in letting her lend a hand, was there?

“Yeah, okay,” Joan agreed. “Do you wanna finger me?”

Paula nodded and they readjusted on the sofa. They readjusted some more.

“I think maybe we should go to me bed,” Joan said.

They went to the bedroom that belonged to Joan and her husband, and Joan laid down with her back flat on the sheets, her legs spread and knees bent.

Paula looked down at Joan’s pussy, admiring it.

“Let’s get to it, chop cop,” Joan snapped her fingers.

“Wait, maybe you need some foreplay first for it to work,” Paula suggested.

Joan was down for that, so the next thing she knew, Paula was crawling up her body. She put her knees either side of Joan and sat on her crotch. Joan felt the urge to grind against Paula, but she maintained herself. Paula leaned forward, kissing Joan’s cheeks.

Joan blushed hard. Paula had never been quite so close to her. They had gotten so close before that they had felt like they were being pulled into each other’s eyes and becoming one another. But never really physically this close. Joan suddenly wanted to be closer.

She ran her fingers through the back of Paula’s short hair and guided her head to the side so Joan could capture her lips.

Paula pulled back a little and gaped. Plump, pretty lips. A pretty tongue lying in wait.

Joan’s crotch was buzzing. She could feel her nipples hardening. Suddenly, she didn’t care about anything anymore except being as close to Paula as physically possible. She wanted her.

She pulled Paula back down again, kissing her harder, and this time, Paula kissed her back. Joan lightly bit Paula’s lip, opening up her mouth and snaking her tongue inside until she met Paula’s. Oh, she wanted to suck her inside of herself.

They mashed their mouths together and danced their tongues around each other’s until they were both red and needing air. 

They panted as they looked at each other. Paula’s lips were glossy and still parted. Joan needed that mouth to touch every part of her body.

“Get your shirt off,” Joan demanded. “Now.”

Paula did as she was told, showing off her tits cushioned nicely in a bra. Joan took her shirt off too, and for another moment, they gazed at each other.

Joan pulled herself up on her elbows and then embraced Paula, roaming her hands up her back and unclipping her bra strap as Paula did the same to her. They went back to kissing, hungrily searching for something in each other’s mouths.

Eventually, they parted and let their bras fall, tossing them to the side.

Paula’s breasts were fairly small - at least compared to Joan’s - but they fitted her perfectly. For a straight girl, Joan sure wanted to squish and lick and suck them.

Joan couldn’t help herself as she reached out and squeezed Paula’s tits. Paula lovingly smiled at her. Joan took one of her nipples in her mouth and sucked. Paula moaned. 

Joan was having a bit of difficulty holding herself up whilst Paula was sitting on her crotch, though, so she flopped back down on the bed.

“Where are you going?” Paula looked offended.

She leaned forward, pinning Joan’s wrists back and dangling her breasts above Joan’s face.

Joan looked up at her with big eyes, suddenly feeling very submissive, being underneath this beautiful woman.

She took Paula’s nipple in her mouth again, sucked and bit down, making Paula let out a louder sound of pleasure. Joan could have her. Joan could mark her. She had never wanted anything more.

Joan spent her time biting at different places over Paula’s chest, sucking and twisting the skin as Paula made delicious sounds, and stunning red marks bloomed. 

After a while, Paula lifted herself up and Joan got to admire her artwork. Her breasts were completely covered in a way that made Joan’s pussy warm. Paula was branded. Paula was positively hers.

Joan grinded against Paula’s crotch, getting more desperate. She could feel her heartbeat in her vagina.

“I need you inside me,” Joan begged.

“Be patient,” Paula brushed a hand over Joan’s thigh. “I need you all worked up so you can show me how good you can cum.”

“I am worked up!” Joan protested.

“No, it’s my turn.”

Paula leaned down and took one of Joan’s nipples in her warm, wet mouth. She bit down hard and pulled and sucked. The pleasure made Joan arch her back and groan. 

“God, you’ve got such nice tits,” Paula murmured as she moved to the other nipple, rolling the previous one between her fingers.

Joan moaned, wriggling around and grinding up on Paula.

“You are a desperate one, aren’t you?” Paula purred before biting down hard just beside Joan’s nipple.

Joan whimpered despite herself, arousal curling in her stomach. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be… She wasn’t supposed to be this turned on by Paula being all dominant… But god, she didn’t care anymore. She just wanted her everything.

So much for defending herself against lesbianism; maybe it was the way to go.

Paula continued to work on her while Joan was a mess underneath her. If she could only get a bit more friction against Paula’s crotch, she could orgasm, but no such luck.

Paula eventually pulled away, her lips swollen, a bit of drool leaking down.

Joan looked down at the hickeys decorating her chest and she grinned. Now they were each other’s.

“Now get inside me,” Joan instructed. “Please.”

“Alright, alright, you impatient girl,” Paula smirked.

She shuffled backwards as she kissed Joan down her body, paying special attention to her belly, and all the way to her bush. She spread Joan’s legs wider and kissed down both of her thighs. 

Joan was reeling, almost ready to shove Paula’s mouth against her so she could finally finish.

Paula brushed a teasing finger over Joan’s pussy and Joan squirmed.

“God, you’re fucking soaking,” Paula cooed as she licked her own fingers clean of Joan’s juice.

“Yeah, no shit! Hurry the fuck up!”

Paula seemed to find great pleasure in taking her time playing with Joan’s clit.

“No, stop, I’m gonna orgasm,” Joan wriggled away from Paula’s fingers. “I think you need to fuck me if you want me to squirt.”

Paula rolled her eyes, but finally slipped two fingers inside Joan and immediately found her g-spot, doing a come hither motion with her fingers.

Joan sighed in pleasure. She was the closest she had ever been to Paula, perhaps the closest they could ever physically be, but it still wasn’t enough.

Paula leaned on Joan’s legs so she could easily fuck Joan with one hand and work on her clit with the other. Now Joan’s legs were pinned to the bed and there would be nothing she could do as her climax approached.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, fuck-” Joan screamed. “Don’t stop, don’t stop-”

Paula thrusted her fingers in and out, faster and faster, far faster than a cock could ever go. Pleasure burst up Joan’s body as she orgasmed. Her legs shook and she wanted to squeeze them together, but she couldn’t, with Paula pinning them down. All she could do was feel every ounce of pleasure she was being given.

“Yes, yes, keep going!” Joan begged. “Faster!”

So Paula kept going like a good girl.

Joan orgasmed again. And again. And again. Until she was so sensitive it almost hurt.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop,” Joan muttered as she fell limp against the bed, completely relaxed.

Paula pulled her fingers out and smiled greedily at Joan.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Paula told her.

“Thank you. Holy fuck,” Joan panted.

“But you didn’t squirt,” Paula pouted.

“Yeah, I can’t figure out how I did it last time.”

“Maybe I can try again.”

“Whoa, I’m a bit too exhausted,” Joan chuckled. “You really know how to give a girl a good time.”

“How to please her like she deserves to be pleased,” Paula cupped Joan’s cheek and Joan blushed beneath her.

“Come here, you muppet,” Joan pulled Paula’s naked body down against her.

They cuddled like that for a while, skin-to-skin, hickey-to-hickey, pussy-to-pussy. Until an idea planted itself in Joan’s mind.

“Maybe I can see if I can make you squirt,” Joan suggested.

Paula’s eyes widened. “Do you think I could?”

“Only one way to find out.”

Joan hoisted herself up and flipped Paula onto her back.

“Aren’t you too worn out?” Paula asked, looking up at Joan with her big, adorable eyes.

“I’m never too worn out to please somebody else,” Joan smiled, and then kissed both of Paula’s nipples. “Especially not you, love.”

She sucked Paula’s nipples to make them hard again while Paula shivered, then she gently worked her way down Paula’s body. This was, perhaps, her favourite part of sex; making sure every part of her partner’s body was given the attention it deserved.

She kissed and licked everywhere until Paula was reeling. She slipped her hands underneath Paula and squeezed her plump arse as she kissed her thighs and she moaned.

Joan bit the side of Paula’s thigh, near her arse, and made another hickey, and another on her actual arse cheek. She made her way down her leg to her foot and gave attention to each of her toes, then made her way up her other leg to her pussy.

Paula looked blissed out, and Joan could tell that all her nerves must have been alive and waiting.

“Please… Joan…” Paula mumbled.

“I’m here, baby girl, don’t worry.” 

Joan parted Paula’s legs. And, at the sight of Paula’s wet pussy nestled between her bush - her clit so big that the tip was poking out of her folds - Joan’s stomach fluttered with arousal, and she couldn’t help her impulses. She laid down on her stomach, slipped her arms under Paula’s thighs, and held her legs back.

She licked Paula up from her entrance to her clit.

“Oh, shit!” Paula yelped. 

“Is this okay?” Joan asked, poking her head up and licking her lips.

“Yes, fuck, keep going,” Paula pushed Joan’s head back down.

Joan obediently kept her head down, lapping up Paula’s juices.

“Fuck, you taste good,” Joan breathed against her pussy.

She pushed harder against her clit, and Paula moaned louder. Paula’s clit was stiffening, like she had a tiny boner, and Joan felt the irresistible urge to suck the engorged thing.

Joan hollowed her cheeks as she tried to bring Paula’s clit up into her mouth, but Paula snapped, “no biting!”

Joan looked up at her in confusion. “I wasn’t- Sorry.”

She went back to licking, and then tried again to suck.

“Ow! Enough with the teeth!” Paula hissed. “You don’t have to suck it, it’s not a bleeding cock, y’know!”

“Oh, come off it,” Joan grumbled. “I’ve never eaten pussy before, alright?” She sighed and added, “sorry. I won’t suck it.”

“It’s alright, love,” Paula reassured her, scruffing up Joan’s hair. “Just be careful, I’m sensitive.”

Joan leaned back down and enveloped Paula’s hole and bud between her lips, flicking her tongue and moaning as she enjoyed her meal.

She pushed her tongue into Paula’s hole, but unfortunately found she couldn’t reach very far. Still, Paula moaned, “oh, fuck!”

Joan remembered her hands, and reached up to hold Paula’s tits and pleasure her nipples while she varied between licking Paula’s swollen clit and tongue-fucking her. Sometimes, she was perfectly capable of multitasking.

“Yes, fuck, keep going, fuck,” Paula writhed beneath her.

Joan did as she was told, flicking her tongue faster, pushing down harder, squeezing Paula’s nipples tighter.

“Ah, shit, shit, shit!” Paula gasped, painfully gripping Joan’s hair as she tipped over the edge and squished Joan’s head between her thighs.

When Paula relaxed back onto the bed, Joan looked up at her, feeling satisfied with her work. Paula was covered in hickeys, her mouth was agape, her eyes were half-lidded, and her pussy, bush, and the bed beneath her were all damp with her own fluids and Joan’s saliva.

“You have some fucking clit, girl,” Joan complimented as she brushed her finger over Paula’s sizeable bud.

Paula slapped her hand away, exclaiming, “ow! Sensitive.”

Joan laid beside her and brought her into her arms. “No wonder you enjoy our little masturbation sessions so much, hm?”

Paula looked into Joan’s eyes. “You didn’t make me squirt.”

Joan rolled her eyes. “Then I guess we’ll have to try again another time, won’t we?”

“Mm, sounds good,” Paula nuzzled her head into Joan’s breasts.

Joan combed her fingers through Paula’s hair, massaging her scalp, while her other arm was wrapped around her body. They stayed nestled like that for a long time, slowly drifting to sleep together.

When Joan awoke, she felt very comfortable. Her legs were still tangled with Paula’s. Paula’s bush was against Joan’s thigh, and her cheek was against Joan’s arm - drooling a little as she was sound asleep, but Joan didn’t mind; it was cute.

But then her eyes flicked towards the clock and she panicked.

“Shit,” she shook Paula awake.

Paula groaned in complaint, but after another shake, she finally opened her eyes. 

“Morning,” Paula murmured.

“It's evening. Get up, I’ve gotta change the sheets,” Joan pushed her mate off the bed as she got up herself.

Paula stretched and rubbed her eyes.

“They’re bloody wet, they bloody smell like you,” Joan said as she stripped the bed.

But god, how she wished she could keep those sheets wrapped around her forever. What a delicious smell they were.

“And then I’ve gotta make dinner for the fucking men who fucking live here,” Joan complained, and continued to grumble about it for a while.

“Hey, I’ll clean the sheets and all that,” Paula offered. “You can go make dinner.”

Joan nodded. “Thank you.”

She pulled her clothes back on and rushed out to the kitchen. 

Paula ended up leaving just before Joan’s husband came home, her guitar on her back.

“Thanks, mate,” Joan said. “Have a good night.”

Paula nodded. “Night.”

When it was bedtime, Joan had forgotten all about what lay beneath her clothes. 

She was getting changed into her pyjamas with Cyrus beside her, when Cyrus stopped and stared at his wife’s breasts.

“Honey?” Joan smirked at him. “What’s the matter? Did you want something?”

“Where did you get those…?” Cyrus asked slowly.

Joan’s face and heart dropped. She looked down at her chest and the little, red, unmistakable marks. Shit.

“Uh,” she swallowed, but there was no way she was going to be able to lie herself out of this one. “Paula and I were… experimenting.”

“Oh,” Cyrus looked relieved, but Joan couldn’t understand why. “That’s alright, then.”

Joan blinked at him. “What do you mean?”

“I thought you might’ve been cheating on me,” Cyrus said. “But girls can’t really have sex with girls, so it’s okay. I don’t mind you having a bit of fun with a girlfriend.”

Joan internally laughed, but externally nodded. 

“I’m sure they won’t realise what it’s about,” Georgia Martin reasoned.

“That’s what I’ve been saying,” Paula agreed. “It could really be about anything.”

“Alright, let’s give it a shot.”

Joan looked back at her other bandmates - Georgia Harrison and Richelle AKA Ringo - and they played Please Please Me again.

Afterwards, the bandmates gathered together.

“Did you girls hear that Joan can cum like a man?” Paula asked.

“What?” Georgia Harrison asked.

“How do you do that?” Richelle asked.

“I don’t know, really,” Joan shrugged. “Me and Macca were tryna figure it out, but I haven’t been able to do it again.”

“You’ve gotta tell me when you figure it out,” Georgia said.

“Yeah, I thought I could do it if I fuck meself and rub me clit at the same time, but it was a bit tricky,” Joan said. “Paula also tried that with me, but it still didn’t work.”

The girls hummed as they contemplated the dilemma.

“Do you know Spiderman?” Georgia asked at last.

“No,” Joan said.

“He’s a new superhero, he just came out a few months ago- Doesn’t matter,” Georgia said. “He does this with his fingers,” she moved her middle and ring finger up and down. “Maybe if you put those fingers inside yourself, Joan, you can keep your palm on everything outside. That’s what I do, it feels good.”

“You mean the fucking rock ‘n’ roll symbol?” Joan raised an eyebrow, holding up both rock ‘n’ roll hands.

“Well, yeah.”

“Then just bloody say that!”

“Whatever.”

“By the way, Rich,” Paula looked at her bandmate, “you’ve gotta cut your hair if you wanna be one of us.”

Richelle self-consciously combed her fingers through her long, dark hair. “Oh, right.”

Georgia picked up some scissors and snapped them threateningly near Richelle’s hair. “Come on, snip snip.”

Richelle ran away screaming, Georgia ran after her, waving the scissors around.

“Be careful, girls,” Georgia Martin said sternly.

“Have you ever scissored?” Paula casually asked Joan.

Joan glanced at her. “No.”

Paula picked up Joan’s hand. “Is anyone home at your place?”

“Shouldn’t be.”

Paula dragged Joan out the door.

Paula and Joan settled on Joan’s bed, and they stripped each other. Joan admired the still-prominent hickeys covering Paula’s chest. Though they weren’t so red anymore, Joan was still proud of them.

“So,” Joan looked Paula up and down. “How do we do this?”

“I’ve never done it either, y’know,” Paula shrugged.

“First, let’s just,” Joan pulled Paula towards her and kissed her.

Paula roamed her hands over Joan’s body as she kissed her back. Joan pulled Paula down on top of her, and continued to kiss her hungrily.

Paula pecked Joan’s neck, and sucked for a moment before checking with Joan.

“Is it okay if I give you visible hickeys?” Paula asked.

Joan shrugged. “Do you what you like. Cyrus already saw the ones on me tits.”

Paula put a hand over her mouth. “Oh shit. I’m sorry. What did he do?”

“He said… Get this… he said it’s impossible for women to have sex with each other.”

They both giggled.

“So I can kiss you,” Paula kissed Joan, briefly slipping her tongue into her mouth. “And I can suck your tits,” Paula sucked on one of Joan’s nipples, biting and pulling as Joan moaned. “And I can fuck you with my fingers and make you cum,” Paula massaged Joan’s clit with a finger while Joan wriggled. At last, Paula hovered over Joan’s face again. “And it’s not cheating because I’m a woman.”

“Exactly,” Joan snickered. “So do whatever you want to me.”

“Whatever I want? That’s dangerous, Joanie,” Paula smirked.

Joan felt slightly nervous about that statement, and strangely turned on.

“I want you,” Paula murmured against Joan’s skin. She made a new hickey on her neck. “Did you know, I love your body. I’ve been dying to explore it.”

Joan looked down at her with big eyes. “You have?”

“I have,” Paula kissed each of the already existing hickeys over Joan’s chest. “I’ve been a bit jealous of all those boys you go with, y’know. But I can treat you better than any of them.”

The funny thing was, Paula got a lot more boys than Joan, because Paula knew how to use her femininity. Joan was stuck with the rare submissive boys who were turned on by her masculinity. In a way, it was nice to be able to be the submissive one for once.

Paula licked along the faint trail of blonde hair that went down Joan’s stomach. Joan let her head fall back on the pillow, just to enjoy the sensation. Joan’s insides felt fuzzy, and her crotch felt warm. Paula was being so… tender.

“God, I love your tummy,” Paula purred, kissing every spot on Joan’s stomach like it was sacred. “So sexy.”

“Oh,” Joan was flattered in a way she had never felt before, as someone who had always been overly self-conscious about her weight and didn’t like her belly. Having a baby had done her absolutely no favours.

She almost wanted to suck in her stomach and pull her knees up to her chest so Paula couldn’t admire her like that anymore. But she… didn’t. Because Paula seemed to be enjoying herself. And because Paula was gentle and caring and made Joan relax.

Paula continued moving down Joan’s body, planting kisses everywhere, all the way down to her toes. That’s when Joan realised what was happening.

“Hey! You’re doing a Me!” Joan exclaimed.

Paula smirked up at her. “And I’m doing it better.”

“You can’t steal me move,” Joan protested weakly as Paula nibbled her foot.

“I’m going to please you exactly like you deserve to be pleased,” Paula said. “Sit up for me, please, princess.”

Joan did as she was told. “How come you didn’t do this yesterday then, hm?”

“Because today, I know you want me too,” Paula took Joan’s hand and kissed all the way up to her neck.

She lifted Joan’s arm and seductively licked her armpit hair. 

Joan pulled her arm away, exclaiming, “tickles!”

“Sorry,” Paula snickered.

She slinked around to the other side and took that arm, kissing up to her neck but avoiding the armpit this time.

She positioned herself behind Joan and began to scatter her back with kisses and licks. It tingled in a good way. She rarely got touched there.

Paula wrapped her arms around Joan’s front, massaging her tits, as she continued to give loving to every one of the vertebrae on Joan’s spine.

When she got lower, Paula dropped her hands to Joan’s buzzing clit. Joan arched her back and breathed shakily as Paula kissed Joan’s lower back and rubbed her bud. She then bent her over and massaged her arse. 

Paula kissed all over Joan’s arse, then suddenly flicked her tongue over her back entrance.

“Whoa!” Joan bucked. “Wrong hole!”

“Are you sure she doesn’t need attention as well?” Paula kissed either side of Joan’s arsehole.

“Not today,” Joan shivered.

Paula hummed disappointedly, but kissed her way down the back of Joan’s legs. She spread her out so she was lying flat on her stomach.

By the time Paula got to Joan’s feet again, Joan’s skin was buzzing expectantly. Every touch seemed to light up her entire body.

“You’ve been a very good girl,” Paula praised, kissing Joan’s arse. “Now let’s figure out how to scissor.”

Joan was very relaxed and floppy, so she let Paula mould her body to try to find a position. She put a leg underneath Joan’s leg, but their pussies couldn’t reach other. Paula flipped Joan over and bent one of her legs forward so Paula put one leg over Joan’s other leg and shuffled her pussy towards Joan’s. They still didn’t get far enough.

“I have the horrible feeling we’re not flexible enough,” Paula said sadly.

“No. We’re doing it,” Joan took control of her body again. When she had a goal, she achieved it.

They spent several minutes trying to slot themselves together. Eventually, the two spread their legs wide enough, weaved together as they leaned back, and they made it to each other’s pussies. It was more of a relief than anything else to finally have them touching.

“Start grinding,” Joan instructed, herself feeling a little too tired from just getting into the position to do anything.

Paula rubbed her pussy against Joan’s. There was a thrill to having Paula’s wetness directly against Joan’s, though it wasn’t nearly enough pressure for her.

Still, Paula moaned, her big clit mashing against Joan’s folds. But then even she went limp with exhaustion.

“I have the funniest feeling this is more effort than it’s worth,” Joan murmured.

Paula agreed. They parted their legs and cuddled.

“We should try that Spiderman thing,” Joan said.

They both laid beside each other and stuck their Spiderman fingers in themselves, looking into each other’s eyes.

Turned out it did feel good for Joan to be able to grind against her palm as she fucked herself.

She watched Paula squirm beside her, getting hotter herself. Very soon, both girls were shaking and screaming and bursting with pleasure.

Joan slid her fingers out of herself, admiring how wet they were. Her orgasm had rolled through her entire body until she was grinning widely. They were many benefits to having a partner activate her entire body before orgasm. Damn, she must be good at sex then, because that was what she liked to do.

Joan’s clit was already ready for another round, throbbing and begging for something more.

Paula held Joan’s tit in her hand and looked at her pleadingly. “Joanie… I want your mouth.”

Joan smiled at her. “Yeah? You want me mouth? Where do you want it?”

“On my pussy…”

“You want me to eat your delicious pussy? You want me head buried between your thighs, enjoying me meal?”

Paula held her hand to her crotch, clearly turned on.

“Yes, please.”

“Or do you wanna sit on me face?”

Paula lit up at the idea. She kissed Joan’s stomach again as she made her way up her body, nestling on Joan’s mouth. 

Oh, no preparation; this was happening. Joan couldn’t see anything but Paula’s bush as well as her tits high above her. Joan obediently licked while Paula grinded on her. She tried her very best to keep her teeth away. 

She held onto Paula’s arse all the while, admiring how squishy it was.

Paula whimpered above her. It gave Joan all the motivation she needed to lick and lick and dip her tongue insider her and lick and lick while Paula slid around and pushed against her.

Joan was so horny that she had to creep her hands down to her clit and rub herself in time with her tongue.

Paula’s grinding got more desperate as she approached her climax. Joan flicked her tongue between her folds faster and faster. 

Paula let out a very loud groan as she tried to squash Joan’s head between her thighs. A warm wetness was left on Joan’s tongue.

Paula slid off Joan’s face, down to her crotch. Joan wrapped her arms around her, kissing her, locking their tongues together.

“Oh,” Paula murmured against Joan’s mouth. “I do taste good.”

Joan chuckled. “Yeah, you do.”

She was still on the edge of an orgasm so she grinded against Paula’s pubic bone while Paula grinded back on her.

“Wait, is this scissoring?” Joan asked.

“I dunno,” Paula still had her mouth on Joan’s. “But it feels good.”

Joan grinded more furiously until she came in another explosion and relaxed. Their lips parted.

“My turn now,” Paula pushed Joan back down on the bed.

She shuffled further down her body, stopping to squish Joan’s belly with her hands. She laid her head on it, kissing it and moaning.

Joan looked down at her in amusement. “You good there?”

“I’m enjoying myself.”

“Strange woman, you are,” Joan combed her fingers through Paula’s hair.

“Nothing strange about being very attracted to every part of a very attractive person,” Paula said.

“Can’t fault you there, I am very sexy,” Joan said because it was something she often said, but didn’t necessarily believe.

“Yeah, you are,” Paula said confidently, eyes full of love. It made Joan’s insides swirl.

She dug her face into Joan’s stomach and then licked her way down to her clit. Joan shivered at the feeling of a tongue down there. It wasn’t the first time she had been eaten out, but she was very excited to find out what it was like to be eaten out by a woman; especially Paula.

Paula pushed her tongue against Joan’s clit and flicked it. She covered the whole vulva area with her mouth and sucked in a way that made Joan pant.

“Oi, how come you’re allowed to suck but I’m not?” Joan asked.

Paula looked up and rolled her eyes. “Because I’m not biting.”

She put her head back between Joan’s legs, sucking again. Joan pushed her hips up, trying to get more friction. Paula noticed what she was doing and went back to pushing her tongue against her clit and circling it.

“Yes, yes, like that,” Joan moaned.

Joan began to relax into the constant, repetitive pleasure. Until Paula shuffled around, licked her fingers, and suddenly those fingers were inside Joan as she continued to lick her clit.

“Oh, shit!” Joan yelped.

Paula thrusted her fingers against Joan’s g-spot. She continued to lick and press her warm, wet tongue against Joan’s throbbing clit. 

Joan’s eyes rolled back in her head, in awe of how good it felt.

She rolled her own nipples in her fingers for that extra bit of pleasure, and her body was on fire.

Paula ate Joan greedily. Joan could hear all the wet sounds and Paula’s moans that were making Joan hotter and hotter.

Paula was furiously breathing through her nose, trying not to lift up her head for air. 

Joan grinded and grinded as she got closer and closer to the edge. “Faster, faster, please!”

Paula magically thrusted her fingers and tongue faster.

All at once, Joan’s body exploded with pleasure, she screamed, and Paula quickly got out of the way as a liquid substance came shooting out of Joan’s piss hole.

Paula put her hand to her mouth. “Holy fuck, you can cum like a man.”

Joan had to take a moment to catch her breath, her body completely worn out, but still thrumming with pleasure.

Paula laid beside Joan, looking very pleased with herself. “I did it!”

“You did do it,” Joan smiled.

She put her hand against the back of Paula’s head and brought her in for a kiss, tasting her own juices.

“You fucking projectile squirted, Joan,” Paula laughed. “I got some on my face and my tits. Please tell me it’s not piss.”

“I don’t think it’s piss.”

“Mm, hopefully not,” Paula kissed her again.

“Either way, we really have to clean these fucking sheets again.”

Paula chuckled. “Probably should’ve put down a towel.”

They continued to hungrily kiss each other. No matter how much they made each other orgasm, it seemed they couldn’t get enough of each other. They needed to consume each other.

“We have to do this again,” Joan breathed against Paula’s mouth.

“We have to do this every day.”

“Every day? I’ll see if I can clear some time.”

“Joan, I will always have time for you. To please you.”

Joan pressed her forehead against Paula’s. “And I for you, darling.”

They went back to making out, legs and aching pussies tangled together. Nothing in the world existed but each other.