Ladies Who Lust: An Erotica Collection. Various

me jerk up at her.

      Delilah’s cheeks were suffused with a hectic flush as I slammed my fingers into her again and she started to come, pulled back as if sucked by a tide and then throwing herself over me, her mouth grabbing mine, her fingers fucking me like crazy.

      I watched her bucking back and forth across me, her mouth open now and her eyes blue and unblinking, fixed on mine. Her face was eerily calm, but there were high, keening cries coming from her as I pumped at her, and I was so aroused by watching what I’d done to her, the wild pleasure that was overwhelming her, that my own pleasure began to ebb slightly, and she knew it because she started to lick at me again, my mouth, pushing it open, panting her breath into me, pushing her finger into me, pushing up past my clitoris, pulling it out again, leaving spirals of hot desire, circling her finger just there, teasing me, then at last pushing in and remorselessly staying there.

      ‘Gotta keep up!’ she gasped as we rocked each other.

      And so the wildness coiled through me, jagged and sharp. I heard myself crying out like she had done, my hands scrabbling to keep a hold of her as she screamed again, and at last I came, gripping her fucking fingers and shuddering with total abandon.

      We slumped on top of each other as our climaxes faded. I was spread out under her, helpless as a colt, a trickle of pussy juice sliding down my inner thigh.

      At last she slid off me, light as a feather, and stood up. I lay on the sofa, the fire crackling beside me, staring up at her long, white legs walking away from me, the shadow under her tight dress, that warm wet place where I had just been.

      She stepped over to the bar and murmured to someone. I sat up shakily, yanking my skirt back over my legs, failing to find my lost knickers.

      ‘Maybe I should go,’ I stammered. She seemed to be ignoring me now. I scrabbled for my shoes. I thought I’d better make my exit, before I was thrown out.

      She put her hand out to stop me as I passed.

      ‘We could have another drink. We could go out on the town,’ she suggested, handing me another daiquiri. ‘Or we could just go straight down to your room?’

      ‘How do you know I’m staying here?’

      ‘I own the place.’ She smiled, and chinked my glass. ‘So I know everything about you.’

      Drama Queen

      Heather Towne

      ‘I-I only got him six weeks ago,’ Makayla snuffled, her lower lip trembling. ‘B-but we’d made a real connection, you know?’

      Kim put an arm around the girl’s quivering shoulders, said, ‘I know. I’m sooo sorry.’

      The two young women stared at the goldfish floating belly up in the goldfish bowl.

      ‘Nemo was a good fish,’ Kim commented softly, sliding her left hand down over Makayla’s hand, squeezing it.

      ‘Th-the best!’ Makayla burst into tears.

      Kim hugged the girl tighter. ‘Hey, don’t cry. He’s gone to a better place.’ She brought the girl’s hand up and kissed it, lightly tongued it. ‘But I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you. I’m not going anywhere.’

      The tall, willow-thin redhead turned Makayla around in her arms. She gazed lovingly, lustfully at her sobbing friend, then lifted the girl’s chin with her fingers, brushed some of the tears off Makayla’s chubby chocolate cheeks.

      Makayla blinked her large liquid-brown eyes, her voluptuous body shuddering with a brave gulp. ‘Th–thanks, Kim. You’re the best – too.’

      Kim smiled, her green eyes shining, feeling the heat of her friend’s lush body so close, the hot, panting breath of the girl. She traced her wet fingertips over Makayla’s cheeks, down to the young woman’s lips, ran them along the soft plush pair. Then she moved her head closer and gently pressed her own glossy red lips to Makayla’s cheek, kissing, licking away the young woman’s tears.

      Makayla shivered, not sure what was happening. She’d only known Kim for a couple of months, since they’d met at the sandwich shop. They’d struck up an instant rapport, Kim, being a year older, exhibiting patience and understanding of Makayla’s relative immaturity as befitted her experience.

      ‘Um, well, I guess I’ll get over it,’ the unabashed drama queen admitted, sniffling.

      ‘I know you will,’ Kim murmured, brushing her moist lips over Makayla’s lips. ‘But will I get over you, girl?’ She pulled Makayla even closer, so that their hot bodies pressed together, beat together. She firmly planted her mouth on Makayla’s mouth.

      Makayla’s eyes went wide, wide and dry. Her friend’s lips were moving against her lips, the girl’s arms sliding down her curved back and onto her mounded bum cheeks.

      She’d never been consoled like this before. Most of her friends and family just barely tolerated her emotional outbursts, had learned to ignore them. But Kim was different – way different – so sensitive and caring, attuned to Makayla’s feelings and needs. Still, the pretty redhead’s hands digging into Makayla’s bum cheeks, her tongue searching for an opening between Makayla’s lips, was a little over the top for such a solemn occasion.

      Makayla jerked her head back. ‘Um, I guess I’d better bury Nemo. A private ceremony, I think, would be best.’

      Kim licked her lips, tasting Makayla’s blueberry lipgloss, breathing deep of the girl’s peachy body spray. ‘Are you sure? I’m here for you, Makayla. Whenever you need me. However you need me.’

      ‘Yeah, I’m good,’ Makayla gulped.

      Kim brought over a new goldfish the next day, a black moor, Nemo the Sixth. Now that she’d baited the hook, she knew there would be other overemotional occasions to reel the cute girl in.

      * * *

      Two nights later, Kim received a frantic phone call.

      ‘It’s me, Kim! Makayla! I’m stuck! My stupid car broke down! I’m scared! I don’t know –’

      ‘Where are you?’ Kim responded, quickly plunging her free hand into her panties, over the top of her tingling pussy.

      She was sprawled out on her bed at home, in just her bra and panties. She’d been waiting hopefully for just such a call from her close friend. And now the sound of Makayla’s sweet, shrill voice, the girl’s heavy, panicked breathing, sent currents of sexual electricity coursing through her lean body, charging her pussy. She slid her fingers through her trim ginger fur, over her slick, puffy pink lips. ‘Talk to me, girl!’ she exhaled.

      ‘Well, um, I was driving home from the sandwich shop, right?’ Makayla took a deep breath that swelled her swollen chest, Kim’s swollen pussy lips. ‘And, all of a sudden-like, my car just died! And-and I can’t get it started!’

      Kim pulled the cellphone out of her ear and punched the speaker button, popped up a picture of Makayla’s smiling face on the display, and then pushed her bra up over her breasts. She propped the small handheld up on her emptied bra and cupped a taut, creamy-white cone of heated flesh beneath, rubbing her pussy with her other hand, staring at Makayla’s gorgeous, grinning face urging her on, like the girl’s breathless voice vibrating through her body.

      ‘Um, you still there, Kim?’

      Kim moaned, squeezing her tit, buffing her clit. ‘I’m here for you, sweetheart! Always!’ She pinched her stiffened nipple, and her body arched, clit throbbing under her rubbing fingertips. ‘But, uh, where exactly are you?’ she groaned.

      Makayla looked out the windshield at the darkened street. She had to drive through an industrial section of town to get home, and now the long, deserted warehouses and looming, empty factory buildings frightened her in the dark. There was no one around – no one to help her if someone happened along and found her trapped in her dead car. The