Dallas Mayo - The fluffy girl

"Oh. Please don't ask me, "

"No pressure. Just don't be bashful, that's all. Now shut up and give me some cunt. Nice young cunt. Yeah!"

A bed would have been more comfortable, but at that point any attempt to persuade her appeared futile. So I simply did what she said, I relaxed and enjoyed it, finding a rather intriguing new sensation in the caress. A woman's soft mouth. A woman's tongue inside me, all soft and warm and wet and yet almost downy in its softness somehow, yes, that was it, a fleecy thrill, utterly and irresistibly charming!

Or so it seemed in the beginning. But then the lick-lick-lick of that tongue gradually gained intensity, setting up a swirling motion on the sensitive underside of my clitoris. It became alarmingly fierce after a while, generating a volcanic glow in the depths of my body, a feverish accumulation of heat that threatened to erupt in flame before it could disperse itself through the rest of my flesh, radiating outward into my limbs, out to the tingling tips of my toes and fingers. She switched tactics from time to time, taking the tiny clit-bud between her lips and sucking on it almost savagely; at least it felt like that, although I could only make a woefully uneducated guess as to what exactly was going on down there. It struck me how little I knew of such sophisticated erotic techniques. Oh, there was so much to learn, if I cared to learn it…

If. Oh sure. Another foregone conclusion? If I should happen to feel like joining in. As though there could be any doubt! How foregone can a conclusion get?

Anyway, her body was already twisting around and all but demanding a little reciprocal attention. I caught a glimpse of color, the dewy pink of her vulva glistening through the overlapped fringe, the bisecting line of the bright silver-blond tuft. Like a pair of lips on the verge of a smile, a vertical Mona Lisa smile…

"Kid? Dana! Come on, huh?"

Nice of her to call me by name for a change. Only she needn't have asked aloud, really, the smiling pink lips had already propounded the question in silent eloquence. And I was already answering, glad to offer my mouth, even straining a bit, groping for the center of the silky-wet warmth as it settled slowly around my face. I kissed her there, trying to duplicate what she was doing to me, not quite knowing how and feeling somewhat awkward about it. Or naive, certainly, and with good reason, after all, this pair of lips wasn't like any I had ever kissed before, these were cunt-lips and couldn't kiss me back the same way.

Cunt-lips! A tremor rippled the length of my spine, a shudder of guilt. Pm kissing a cunt!

But no, it wasn't just a cunt, any woman's cunt, it was the cunt of my friend. And she was doing the same thing to me, of course, this friend that I needed so much. Although it did seem strange that I should be discovering such pleasure in it, deriving such a wealth of excitement from this undeniable act of perversion. Unless that in itself was the cause of it, in part, anyhow, turning a scary sense of the forbidden into an aphrodisiac thrill.

Oh shit, what did it matter? Maybe I was rationalizing, using our friendship as an excuse to placate my conscience. That didn't matter, either. Nothing mattered but the poignancy of this instant of revelation. This terrifying and yet lewdly delicious shock of self-awareness. Followed immediately by an impetuous desire to prove myself a more proficient sex-partner…

Although she didn't mind my awkwardness, apparently, her thick thighs spread wider, her belly squashed down boldly, and I felt the lips stretch wide and the soft split flesh engulf my cheeks and jounce gleefully upon the lick-and-thrust of my busy tongue. And it was sure busy, that slippery tongue of mine, oh yes, by that time I was no longer just kissing, I was really doing it, the real thing, the lesbian thing, awkward or not, I was sucking this woman's cunt and enjoying it immensely. Far more than I had anticipated! Even though there were moments when I did wish we were in a comfortable bed instead of scrambling around on the hard tile floor. And I wondered if "freaky about sex in the bathroom" meant that we would be coming in here together like this often.

Afternoon seemed as good a time as any for a social visit, all the more so since it was one of those days when my loneliness had become just too oppressive. Like any night-creature, my friend slept late and might still be asleep, though, so I waited and fumed impatiently until a reasonable hour to pick up the phone. Then, my nerves taut with tension, I spun the dial and at last heard her throaty hello floating over the wire.

"Zoe? It's me. Dana."

“Oh. Hi, kid."

“Hope I didn't wake you."

“Nope. I'm up. What's on your mind?"

“I'm lonesome. Okay to come over?"

“Not today, honey. Some other time."

My heart plummeted. "Zoe, are you busy? Do you have somebody there with you?"

"Nothing like that. I'm alone. But I am pretty busy. My cleaning woman has been sick for a week, and I finally decided to do something about it. So I'm giving the place a good swabbing."

"Is that all? I'll come and keep you company."

"Better skip it, kid. I'm all messy and the apartment looks like a disaster area. I've got at least another hour's work to do, and if you're here it'll never get done."

"Sure, it will. I'll help you."

"Silly girl. Watch out or I might take you up on that. No, not today. Somehow I just can't picture you scrubbing the bathroom floor."

"Oh shit, why not? I'm serious. Between the two of us, we'll get the job done in no time. Zoe? Please?"

Silence. Then, with a hint of severity, "Okay, kiddo, you're asking for it. Come on over and I'll put you to work. But remember now, when I say work… "

"Of course. I'm not complaining. Be right over." The tension drained as I hung up. Not that I cared much about housecleaning, but anything was better than sitting here alone. I got ready in a hurry and was lucky enough to hail a cruising cab without the usual interlude of frustration.

Zoe answered the door in a dusty housedress. The silver-blond hair was tucked up under a bandanna, and there were sooty smudges on her face. "That was fast. You must be real anxious to lend a hand. I guess you ought to strip down first, though, no sense getting those nice clothes grimy. Get undressed."

"Uh… everything?"

"Sure. Why be formal? But don't get any ideas, sweetie, this isn't a recreation period. We're working, not playing." Her dark eyes twinkled. "Later maybe, well, we'll see… "

I didn't pursue the issue, peeling my things off and plunging right into the chores. After the initial flush of embarrassment, I actually enjoyed my nudity. Zoe leered at me suggestively only once, then she went back to work herself. As if she was quite accustomed to having a naked young girl around! And I found a keen delight in the sensation of total freedom from clothing, the touch of the cool air becoming a source of energy almost.

The apartment was small and not very dirty, but there was still plenty to be done. And, like a stern taskmistress relishing her role, Zoe made certain that I did my share. Perhaps even more. But I didn't dare gripe, considering the sincerity of my offer, although I really hadn't expected her to make me scrub the bathroom floor! Anyway, I got it done, and to her satisfaction, even cadging a small compliment for my endeavor. And with the two of us pitching in like that, the entire housecleaning job was soon finished.

"Whew! I'm glad that's over." Zoe shed the dusty dress, her sole garment, and flopped on the bed. "Ought to take a bath now, but I'm just too pooped. The hell with it."

I gazed lingeringly, fascinated by the naked bulk of her, the massive breasts, the thick thighs, the endlessly rolling expanse of tawny skin. And the silver-blond fluff, naturally; what eye could pass over that centrally located focal point?