Maybe my vision was fuzzy, but that was how it seemed to me, we were the loveliest of friends. And she became an indulgent friend, too, conscious of my sexual needs and fulfilling them in her own way. Like the time she saw me using my hand, the first time she had ever noticed what I was doing to myself down there…
I was crouched in front of her as usual, leaning over the John and plunging my face between her thighs in a purposeful caress, sweeping the flat of my tongue upward to scrape provocatively across her clitoris. We hadn't been there very long, actually, so the moment wasn't exactly ripe for orgasm, but my itchy flesh was already looking forward to it and I had begun to finger myself almost unconsciously. Then, with a certain bewilderment, I heard her voice from above; was she telling me not to?
So it appeared. Telling me not to and volunteering to do the job herself. I couldn't quite see how, not in that position, nor did it even strike me as necessary, really, but my lips were much too busy to speak out in protest. So I simply obeyed the order about my hand and went on using my mouth with zealous enthusiasm, devoting myself to Zoe's lovable cunt and sensing only vaguely that her body was stirring around on the seat and shifting into a different posture. Only slightly different, though, not enough to infringe upon my concentration, and I licked deep and lapped up the delectably responsive tart-sweet succulence with the utmost of joy, undistracted by whatever else might have been going on.
Then, surprisingly, I felt something touch my leg. That did claim a definite share of my interest finally, and for one intrusive instant of curiosity I tried to examine the baffling situation and reorient myself. But it soon became clear, of course, and I pretty much grasped what was happening when the sole of her bare foot started gliding smoothly up my thigh.
"Kiddo?"
"Ummm… "
"Do you like that?"
My blissful moan answered her. Like it? I loved it! But I couldn't say so aloud for obvious reasons, my tongue was too deeply and deliriously mired in creamy cunt-flesh, and all I could do was nod my head vigorously and increase the intensity of my sucking mouth. That was answer enough, I figured. Her foot had already reached the end of its glide anyway, pausing now to pry inquisitively at the portals of my suddenly ticklish crotch; I could feel one aggressive toe wriggling into the hair and probing for access.
"Spread for me, baby. Put it in."
"Hmm?"
"My foot. You know. Heist up a little. Come on, open up and let me in, you'll get fucked good that way. Fuck yourself on my foot, just put it in and fuck, fuck, fuck!"
I gasped, inflamed by the lewdly articulated concept. With a slight lift of my torso, I tucked the meddlesome toe underneath me and into the opening. Then, shuddering in exquisite suspense, I began the gradual downward dip and let my weight settle cautiously, degree by gingerly degree. Slowly, ever so slowly! Sidling just a bit, careful to maintain the easiest angle of entry. Until at least half her foot slipped between the lust-lubricated lips of my cunt. Now I had all five toes inside me, five toes dancing and fluttering and slithering around wildly…
"Come on, kid."
"Mmm?"
"Fuck! On my foot. Up and down. Move your ass!"
That spurred me to action. I jounced heavily, fucking, but still sucking without letup, still up to my ears in cunt. And then the hot whiplash of compulsion struck fiercely, driving me frantic with need, drawing a cry of erotic urgency from my throat even as my insatiable lips sucked greedily on her flesh: "You too! Fuck me with your foot, Zoe, fuck me, fuck me!"
She growled assent and lunged violently, shooting me to a peak of acrobatic frenzy with that one terrible thrust as I jerked and writhed deliriously on the replenishing thickness of her foot in my cunt and thrilled to the orgasmic upheaval of her cunt in my mouth. Each had a glory of its own, both together were glorious beyond belief, and right then and there I realized that no man had ever filled me with such ecstasy. All my past loves seemed pallid by comparison; could I go on thinking of this one as just a friend?
I pondered that later. And for the first time in my life I had nagging suspicions that I had fallen in love. Yes, love. This thing I felt for her, this dependence, this constant need, this fear of displeasing her, if it wasn't love, well, what was it?
Okay, so I was hooked. Zoe had molded me into something I couldn't understand, something she wanted me to be. And now it was too late to become anything else. I belonged to her. More to the point, I wanted to belong to her.
Funny. We had never talked about love and I hadn't given it much thought. Kicks, that was what we were going through. Not love. And now, suddenly, everything was all mixed up and this feeling I had was enough to throw me into a panic. Recognition of Zoe as a lover rather than a friend changed my outlook completely, putting our relationship into fresh perspective. It was hardly a romantic thing, no moonlight, no rose gardens; who could even speak of love in a bathroom? But I saw it as a real affair nonetheless, a genuine and far-reaching love affair.
An affair between two women? There was a name for that, but I simply avoided the issue. I chose the easy way out instead, dabbling to my heart's content but setting up a mental block against the nomenclature. A whore might fall in love with another whore, even on a toilet seat!, but lesbian was taboo, a dirty word. I just couldn't make myself accept such a shameful stigma. And meanwhile, of course, under Zoe's cunning tutelage, I had already passed the point of no return and was even beginning to see roses of romance blossoming within those tiled walls…
The first actual mention of love between us came about in a pretty weird way. We had been cuddling a little on the bed, not doing much, just playing around, when Zoe jumped up abruptly and went into the bathroom. I scurried after her, eager to do more than just cuddle, eager to get my mouth working on her cunt as soon as she sat Only she wouldn't let me, for some unknown reason, even though I was kneeling in front of her as usual and trying my best to move right in close. So I had to be satisfied just kissing her thighs for a while. Alluring thighs! The skin felt soft and smooth to my lips; licking it with my tongue added fuel to the flame that was already blazing inside me. Until I had to whimper abjectly for permission to caress her in a more intimate manner.
"You're hot, huh, sweetie?" She smiled down at me.
"Hot… you know… "
"Glad to hear it. Hey, let's try something different tonight, shall we? Put your finger in your pussy."
"Huh?"
"Come on, do it. Stick your finger in. And then turn your face up toward me. I want to kiss you."
I was accustomed to obeying her by that time, what else was there to do? Besides, the idea sounded rather novel. I dropped one hand down between my legs and tilted my parted lips up for her kiss. It came gently at first and then I damn near swooned as that big tongue of hers began stabbing, practically raping my mouth.
But there was more than just her tongue, I realized after a while, a hell of a lot more. Something I hadn't bargained for. It was a very wet kiss and all the wetness was coming my way. Downward. Flowing, actually, flowing from Zoe's mouth into mine. Spit? It shocked me momentarily. Oh sure, we had swapped spit before, that always happens during a real deep sexy-type kiss, only this time we weren't swapping, oh no, it was strictly one-sided. Especially since I was on my knees to her, at a much lower level, and she was just letting it drain.
And then, right in the middle of that crazy wet kiss, she started murmuring words into my mouth. "Taste me, darling. Taste me, drink me, swallow me… "
My brain went into a spin, hit by crosscurrents of conflicting emotion. My friend had called me darling, darling!, and in the same wild instant she was doing something terribly mean and dirty to me. Dirty. Only it just didn't feel all that dirty somehow, it tasted kind of sweet and was turning the inside of my mouth sticky and slippery, all hot and gooey, almost the way her cunt got when I was about to suck it. So I simply swallowed what she gave me and was even a bit disappointed when it stopped.
"Darling… oh, you do love me… "
"Yesss! I do. I love you."
"Oh, this gets me so excited. Are you still touching yourself down there? Wiggle your finger. Play with your clittie while you drink me some more. But taste my spit before you swallow it, get used to the taste, pretty soon you'll learn to love it, I'll bet. Maybe even beg for it, huh?"
I shuddered as she kissed me again, still assailed by a vague sense of horror. But I remembered our exchange of words, the words of love, our first such words, and my icy shudder turned into a hot tremor of passion as I succumbed to the contagion of her rampant excitement. My flesh came alive all of a sudden, the lips of my cunt, seemed to be sucking avidly on my finger and I could feel the rest of my body throbbing to that same wiggle-rhythm, a sure sign of an orgasm in the making. So soon? Overwhelmed by so much sensuality, and obedient to the end, I swished her saliva around in my mouth and gulped it down happily.
Again her half-stifled voice sounded, almost sentimental now. "Ah, how I love using you like this! Dana, you have no idea what it does to me. Some day I might even… "
I moaned as the murmur faded. This time I let the spurts of her sweet liquid love-potion accumulate in my mouth, getting used to the taste, learning to love it. Hadn't she said I would? I just hoped there might be another mouthful for me after this one, another precious gift from my beloved. Gift after gift after gift; and wasn't it the greatest of all gifts that she should concern herself with my climax rather than her own?