Dallas Mayo - The fluffy girl

I angled one arm underneath and up between her thighs and was soon fluttering my fingertips in a vaguely rhythmic pattern designed around the motion of my tongue. Fingers up her cunt, tongue up her ass; no wonder she hit her boiling point in a hurry! I sensed it coming on, another one of those rumbling and roaring explosions of hers. My own was still some distance away, though, worse luck; it didn't seem quite fair to be left behind again. But that was quickly remedied. With a little effort and ingenuity. After all, I did have another hand; why not put it to good use?

It was moving all by itself, practically, a hand cupping my crotch and a fingertip flogging my clitoris. How nice to be doing it to both of us at the same time, a double fingerfuck! Only the whole business didn't last very long, no more than a minute or so, I felt the drawstring of orgasm tighten around my hot flesh and all but cried out as mounting frustration gave way to delicious fulfillment. Not that I could have made much noise at the moment, my mouth was still occupied, busy to the bittersweet end, still concerned with my friend's pleasure more than my own. Even as her body collapsed in the heat of climax. Until the crisis passed at last and I lost track and careened toward voluptuous oblivion…

I awoke in that same position almost, all curled up at the foot of the bed, my face turned sideways and cushioned by her flesh, nestled in the soft crease that divided thigh from buttock. It could only have been minutes since I dropped off, my brain and body were still in a state of exhaustion. Like a boozeless hangover.

Wearily but with a certain caution, I moved up and stretched out beside her, hoping for at least a small catnap before rise-and-shine time. My hopes came to naught, though; exhausted or not, I just couldn't drop off again, not with a maelstrom of painful thoughts suddenly coming to life inside my skull. Ugly thoughts, ugly and unrelenting, a nightmare in the middle of the afternoon, oh hell,, how low could a girl sink?

Alongside me, Zoe had no such trouble. Apparently no qualms of conscience bothered her. No regrets. No misgivings to prod her with a pointed finger of shame. How peaceful she looked, how different from a few moments ago; no indeed, nothing troubled my freaky friend. She slept the sleep of innocence, untouched by the shadows of despair and self-recrimination. Oh, how I wished it was that easy for me! If I could only shut my eyes without seeing that bad dream again, my nightmarish scene of depravity…

Bad dream?

Hah! Bad maybe, but hardly a dream. And if such things were so vile, why had I done them? True, the unspeakable evil had been forced on me in a way, but I sure hadn't put up much resistance. Darn little. And after the first few moments, none at all. Because I had found myself enjoying it, admittedly. And because I had some kind of weird fixation on this worldly-wise hussy, something outside my control, outside my comprehension. It wasn't even a lesbian feeling, really, just an overwhelming sense of humility, a shy acknowledgment of her right to dominate me.

Not that I dared overlook the lesbian possibilities, of course, hadn't I already accepted her beauty and blinded myself to her imperfections? If they were imperfections. Curious, I sat up slowly and studied her, striving for an objective viewpoint. Only how could I be objective about my exotic friend? Zoe Madrigal. My friend with the exotic name. Wasn't her body just as exotic? I had never known soft female hills and hollows could be so fascinating. No wonder painters and sculptors did so much work with nude women as models. I loved the tawny color, the tinge of burnt orange; even in sleep her skin seemed to shimmer and glow, spreading an infectious warmth that pervaded my own cool creaminess. But she was no longer asleep evidently, rolling around on the bed, asprawl now, her limbs flung apart in loose abandon. As though she was waiting for something to happen. With her eyes still closed…

Then, a whisper, "Kid? You awake?"

"Uh-huh."

"Wanna be nice to me?"

"Hmm? Oh… "

"How about a little affection to wake me up, huh? You know. A little suck-suck?"

"If you like."

"I like, I like. From you I always like. You turn me on, baby, you've got what it takes. And aren't you glad? Aren't you glad you've got the kind of tongue that turns me on?"

The backhanded compliment helped. Unhurried but eager, I slid low on the bed and ducked my head down between the indolently sprawled legs. And as I buried myself in the soft flesh, a spark of fresh excitement leaped into flame inside me. Ah yes, the woman was wicked, a self-centered wicked bitch, but somehow even in that very wickedness there was a strange and beautiful enchantment.

"Dana. Darling! Yeah, that's it, just like that. Oh, you're a darling, an absolute darling. And available-you'll always be available, won't you? Of course you will… my little cuntlapper, that's what you are… Zoe's available little cuntlapper… "

And I was, I was, just hearing her call me darling was enough to make me become whatever she wanted. Zoe's available little cuntlapper… ass-licker… whatever!

About that "freaky in the bathroom" bit, well, it soon became apparent that she wasn't kidding. The affair itself didn't seem at all repulsive to me, it just took some getting used to-especially in her more unpredictable moments. And my "loneliness" problem was at last solved, a problem more important than anything involved with sex. So for the sake of companionship, I was willing to go along with Zoe's peculiar quirk.

We had fun in bed too, naturally, but now somehow it was always more exciting in the bathroom. Uncomfortable but exciting, and because of her one-track mind, what else? It didn't matter what we did in there, just as long as we did it there. In bed she was pretty ladylike all too often, and sometimes I got the impression that my sex partner was acting rather than living. Acting her role almost as though she had a commercial client to please. But in the bathroom, oh shit, that was different, that was where I saw the real Zoe. And I no longer minded her coarseness by that time; it was simple and sincere, the sort of thing a true friend should understand and make allowances for. Especially in a bathroom, of all places'. So eventually I began nudging her in that direction myself when the old sex urge came on. I too needed the increased excitement, doesn't every-one?, no matter what brought it to flourishing life.

Once that happened, though, it was like the shattering of a barrier between us. Pretty soon she started dropping hints of new and stranger things to come. Hints only, however, and always with a wry twist that bordered on humor, a bit of camouflage that disguised the brew but kept the cauldron bubbling. Which made me all the more curious after a while and consequently all the more indulgent when I did manage to wring a kind of coy half-confession out of her. Some confession!

"That's it, kiddo. And you'd better not laugh."

"Who's laughing?"

"Well, anyway, I'm glad to see you're not embarrassed."

"Zoe, nothing you do embarrasses me anymore. Those days are gone forever, over and done with. And this really isn't such a big deal, you know. I've sucked you off on the bathroom floor often enough, I guess it wouldn't be a hell of a lot different if you were sitting on the can."

"Honey? You-you mean you're willing to try it?"

"Don't get carried away now. I'll just kneel down and suck your cunt and make you come, how's that?"

"Oh…“

"You sound disappointed."

"Umm, well, I thought for a minute, "

"Let me get used to the idea first, will you? Don't think about it, let's just see what happens. Come on. Hurry! Before I lose my nerve."

It was odd the way I sounded off. Like a command almost, and I certainly wasn't the type to issue orders. Especially to someone like Zoe, older and wiser and infinitely more experienced than myself. But she understood, of course-anyway, she scooted right into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet, anxious to take advantage of my impulsive gesture. Anxious to find out just how available I really was, no doubt.